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Making Proper Arrangements
The cameraman peruses the corridors backstage, hopefully searching for some form of life. As he turns the corner he focuses on a solitary figure standing by a coffee machine. Zooming in the camera reveals Ethan Jenkins, John Page’s new valet, absentmindedly tapping the side of the machine. Ethan wears a grey plaid double breasted jacket with a customary bowler hat neatly perched on his head. When the whirring and clicking of the machine stops he reaches down and picks up the polystyrene cup. Appearing not to notice the camera he brushes past the operator and heads back down the corridor. Walking in the opposite direction is Carter Franklin, LEGACY road agent. Ethan Jenkins: Excuse me, sir. Carter Franklin: Ah, Mr Jenkins. How are you settling in? Finding your way about the place? Ethan Jenkins: Yes, thank you. Ah, Mr Page would like a word with you. If you would be so kind… With that Jenkins takes Carter by the arm, marching him down the corridor. Carter Franklin: Well… I’ve actually got another appoint… Ethan Jenkins [impatiently]: Yes, yes. It won’t take long. Mr Page is a very busy man you know. Carter Franklin: I realize that but this meeting is quite… Ignoring his protests Ethan Jenkins knocks on one of the dressing room doors. [Muffled voice]: Come in. The camera follows the two men as they enter the door. John Page comes into shot, relaxing in the bathtub. Page: Aha, Jenkins. Have you got my coffee? Ethan: Indeed sir. The valet hands over the plastic cup. Page: A towel please Jenkins. Ethan: Of course sir. Wrapping himself in the towel Page steps out of the tub, taking a moment to admire his reflection in the mirror before turning to Franklin. Page: Yes? Franklin: Well actually it was your… I mean… Ethan: You wished to see Mr Franklin sir. Page: Oh yes. Page takes a sip of coffee. Page: Well Mr Franklin, as I’m sure you are aware I possess aspirations pertaining to the tag team championships. Franklin: Yes. I was aware… Page: Bearing that in mind, I wonder if you could inform me how I would go about asserting myself in that particular division. Franklin: I suppose you could have a word with the booking committee. They would probably be able to help organize a few tag matches. Page: I haven’t got time for all that. If you would visit them on my behalf… Franklin: John… Page grimaces. Page: Mr Page if you don’t mind. Franklin: Sorry. Mr Page, this really isn’t my field. Page: Never mind all that. It’s time you earned your money my man. Good God, the work ethic of this organization never ceases to amaze me. Franklin: But I… Page: Mr Franklin, I am a man of good standing and wield a fair amount of authority in this company. If you wish to keep your job you would do well to maintain a respectful tone and do as I say. Do I make myself clear? Franklin: Yes John… Page glares at a cowering Franklin. Franklin: Mr Page. Page: Good. You may leave. Head lowered, Franklin slouches out the room. A self-satisfied smirk crosses Page’s face. Ethan: Sorry sir, but the bath seems reluctant to drain. Page: Hmmm, baths aren’t really my thing Jenkins. Have you pulled the plug out? Ethan: It was one of the first practices I undertook, sir. Page: Oh well, sorry Jenkins – can’t be of further help. Jenkins? Ethan: Yes, sir? Page: I believe I saw Derek Shane loitering around the corridor earlier. I may have a proposition for him. Be a good chap and let him know. Ethan: Do you think it wise to socialize with Mr Shane, sir? After all, a lot of water has passed under the bridge since your last association. Page becomes quite flustered. Page [speaking through gritted teeth]: I believe you forget your place Jenkins. Who I conduct my affairs with is my business – never forget that. Ethan: No, sir. Sorry, sir. Page: Arrange a meeting. We have a lot to discuss. Ring of Fire Match
Greg Allocca vs X-Calibur Alan Ducard: Our next match of the evening is a LEGACY first! Jimmy Yates: Since Josephina Colbert is not going to be at ringside for this one, shall I do the honors with the rules, Al? Alan Ducard: Be my guest, James. The following is played over the speakers to the fans in the Garden Arena at the MGM Grand as well as to those watching the pay per view broadcast. Jimmy Yates: The rules for the following match are as follows: at three-minute intervals, timed accurately by a countdown clock visible on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision, flames controlled by metallic gas vessels that line-up around the ring’s apron will shoot up. Where exactly the flames shoot up from will be decided at random, and also, the flames can shoot up at any of the four sides of the squared circle. That means, at any given interval, anywhere between one side of the ring, and four sides of the ring could be engulfed at the same time. Alan Ducard: That’s correct, Al. Also, the rules are very similar to that of a No Limits match, as there are NO count-outs and NO disqualifications. Jimmy Yates: And the only way to win this match is by pinfall, submission, or if the official deems a competitor too badly burned by the flames to continue. But, for the sake of these world class competitors lets hope this one does not go the latter! The fans cheer, and the rest of the commentary is just for the broadcast. Bryan Harris: Forget that! I want to see me some barbeque X! The opening chords of Pantera's "Goddamn Electric" thunder through the arena as the lights go out. Two blue lights suddenly turn on in the darkness, spinning all around the arena before they finally meet each other at the entrance way. Greg Allocca steps out from the back, much to the dismay of the fans in attendance. Jimmy Yates: Apparently Greg doesn’t want to waste any time… Not standing on the entrance stage for even a moment, Allocca rushes to the ring, the blue lights following him every step of the way, and he hops up and over the top rope. He quickly climbs to the far turnbuckle and poses there for a minute...taking in the jeers of the crowd. Finally, he breaks the pose and backflips into the ring just as pyro explodes from each of the four corners. Alan Ducard: With a huge match ahead of him, Greg Allocca sure seems to be ready! Bryan Harris: He’s already lost to X-Calibur a few times in his career… he looks like a guy who doesn’t intend on losing to the same guy again! All of a sudden the entire arena goes black. Alan Ducard: Blimey! Bryan Harris: I think Papa Rob just pissed off Wayne Newton somewhere. Bow Down, Bitches... The
LEGEND... Silence for a couple of moments, and then... the opening chords to Metallica’s “Harvester of Sorrow” hits the public announce system. Soon thereafter, red strobe lights flash through the MGM Grand and the fans all rise to their feet. Jimmy Yates: Trippy, man! Trippy! Bryan Harris: Says the resident burn out. Jimmy Yates: Burn out?! I don’t even take Advil! Bryan Harris: Not according to a certain policy. Alan Ducard: Would you blokes cut the chatter? A gentle fog rises around the entranceway to the new raised platform LEGACY has instituted here tonight. Soon, a man rises up from the fog like an phantom of twilight. He bears a black ceremonial mask with studded spikes protruding from all ends, with his long, wet, black hair dangling from inside the back of the mask. He wore a thick, black trench-coat with spikes and a single dragon insignia that curled down the left front side. Jimmy Yates: That... cannot be X-Calibur. Alan Ducard: I believe it bloody well is! Bryan Harris: Someone must’ve forgot to tell him that Halloween’s in October and Easter is in March. X-Calibur slowly stalked his way across the elevated platform as everyone in attendance sat in awe over the intricately crafted mask and trench-coat. The red flashing strobe lights that accentuated the eeriness emanating from X-Calibur’s entrance attire soon faded and the darkness over the arena lifted entirely. As the fans in attendance gained a clear view in the normal arena light of X-Calibur’s outward appearance they all showed their appreciation by applauding his appearance. Alan Ducard: Ever the showman, X-Calibur! Ever the showman! X-Calibur slowly unbuttoned his long jacket, which read D.O.D. on the back in bloody styled letters. Letting it fall to the floor, the tattoos which X-Calibur had famously exhibited for years could finally be seen. His leather wrestling pants were black and red in alternating colors on each leg, with crossbones making an “X” on the seat of his pants and a “C” made out of the blade of a scythe directly in the middle. Looking around the arena at all the fans watching intently, and then back at his opponent who stood with a surprised look on his face, X-Calibur slowly rose his hands to his chin. He began fiddling with a chin strap that held the mask together. Moments later, after fully undoing the strap, he lifted the mask off of his head to reveal a sinister looking red and black mask that had been expertly painted on. Jimmy Yates: WHOA! Bryan Harris: Big deal. He looks scary. OoOooOoooOOohh! So does my six-year old nephew with a tennis racket and a pair of Dracula fangs. Alan Ducard: I’ve heard that X-Calibur likes to dress up as a classic Japanese showman from time to time out of respect for their culture and wrestling history, but this is the first time I can recall him dawning the face paint and head spikes in LEGACY! Once fully removing the mask, X-Calibur steps through the ropes and into the ring where he beats his chest at the audience watching to an amazing reaction. Greg Allocca shows no signs of being intimidated however, as he stands silent like a fly on the wall in his corner. X-Calibur then gets right in Allocca’s face, and like a member of the band KISS he sticks his tongue out - which has been dyed black to match his eccentric looking outfit - and makes a slow throat slicing motion with his thumb that garners a roaring ovation from the attendance watching. Then, startling the audience, flames EXPLODE around the perimeter, sending this capacity crowd into a deafening ruckus. Bryan Harris: My GOODNESS! Those flames are about eight-feet high! Alan Ducard: For the folks watching at home, I’ve been told to inform you by Rob Belote himself that a paramedic crew is watching intently on standby. In no way is LEGACY looking for an incident here at the PPV. Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! Jimmy Yates: Alan’s absolutely right. But even with that warning, this one’s not going to be for the faint of heart. Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! Alan Ducard: These fans are ready for a war. Listen to this audience!! Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! The bell sounds and the clock on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision immediately begins to count down. Both Greg Allocca and X-Calibur look out at the audience, soaking up every bit of the electricity in the MGM Grand. Moments later the eight-foot flames extinguish while smoke fills the perimeter, eventually spilling into the ring like an apparition. Both Allocca and X slowly turn their heads back onto one another... and they charge forward from across the ring! Jimmy Yates: Here we go! Allocca is the first to X having a significant advantage with speed and quickness and lands a right fist. X, with the overall physical advantage, absorbs the punch and fires back with the left hand. Greg rocks back a bit and X follows it up with a clubbing right. Allocca ducks underneath it and sends another right at X which connects on the chin. X reels back ever-so slightly, and Allocca fires forward with another one that misses by inches. X lands a haymaker that sends Allocca to one knee for a split-second and as soon as Allocca pops back up, X spins in a 360 degree motion and connects with a vicious clothesline. Alan Ducard: Very nice clothesline by X-Calibur. Shades of Dallas Page
there. Bryan Harris: This match is starting off with a very quick pace, but that dragon screw leg-whip might put a damper on Greg’s quickness. Immediately, X-Calibur begins tying up Greg’s legs in the form of a modified figure-four. Jimmy Yates: He’s going for it already!! Alan Ducard: Legendary Pain!! X attempts to turn the maneuver over and complete the Texas Cloverleaf but Allocca twists and squirms with all his might and finally slips out of the hold, promptly diving through the second rope to the outside so he can regroup. The fans all roar with excitement as X-Calibur beats his chest at the audience, completely pumped by the offensive drive he just scored. Allocca kicks at the steel steps and screams in a fit of rage and X-Calibur taunts him. Soon thereafter, as Allocca paces back and forth, the fans begin counting down from ten as the countdown clock reaches it’s first interval. Forgetting all about the countdown, as soon as he gets close to where Allocca dove out, flames shoot out from that side of the ring, causing X-Calibur to retreat a few steps back. Alan Ducard: Jesus. You never know when the flames are going to shoot up like that. X-Calibur’s lucky he didn’t burn his arse! Bryan Harris: The randomness in which the flames shoot up from those gas vessels is what is going to separate this fight different from all those others “Inferno” ones that we’ve seen in this business. You can count on that, fellas. Allocca’s own rage is quelled for the moment as he stares up into the bright orange inferno blazing before him. The look on his face suggests that it’s soothing him. Looking directly at Greg Allocca through the flames, X-Calibur calls out with a war cry while bringing his own thumb across his throat very slowly. Allocca actually smiles, and as soon as the flames die down, Allocca climbs back up into the ring where the timer begins counting down again. Jimmy Yates: This match is SO personal between these two men. Allocca’s tried ending X-Calibur’s career on numerous occasions since he and X-Calibur had their last match on STRIFE. Bryan Harris: Yeah? Well let’s not forget the level of depravity that X stooped to in a recent promotional airing, Jimbo. He stole the man’s woman and video recorded them having intercourse. For that? Allocca wants his blood, and he wants it in buckets. Alan Ducard: In my opinion, stealing a man’s woman is much lesser a crime than... trying to set a human being on FIRE, Bry. Let’s not forget THAT, alright? Allocca and X-Calibur circle each other for another moment before Greg draws X-Calibur in with a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Using his strength advantage, X-Calibur lifts Allocca up into the air for a back suplex. Allocca turns it around in mid-air though, and shifts all his weight forward so he snaps X-Calibur down onto the mat with a head-lock takedown. Alan Ducard: I didn’t think for one second we’d be seeing an actual wrestling match here. Jimmy Yates: Me neither, but they’re definitely giving us one. With the clock at forty-five seconds, Allocca holds X-Calibur in the headlock position on the canvas. X-Calibur gets to his knees, positioning himself to overtake Allocca with brute strength. Allocca pops up off of the mat though, throwing X-Calibur off of his primed position. He then walks towards the ring rope, and releases the head-lock converting it into a go-behind waist lock. In one quick succession, Greg switches from the waist lock to a half-nelson, confusing his opponent and disorienting his ability to reverse. A bit vexed in the half-nelson, X-Calibur looks for a way out. Greg doesn’t give the former Tao of Valor champion enough time to find one though and places a foot in front of X-Calibur’s leg. He then pushes all of his weight forward and drops X-Calibur throat first across the middle rope with a half-nelson leg sweep. Allocca then jumps on top of X-Calibur’s back, pulling up on the top rope while simultaneously driving his feet and all of his body weight against X-Calibur, crushing his larynx against the middle rope. As X-Calibur spits and sputters and gasps for oxygen, the crowd again counts down from ten, most of them screaming for X-Calibur to get away from the ropes. Alan Ducard: Oh my God. X is face first on that middle rope! Jimmy Yates: For Chrissakes... Allocca looks out at the timer and continues to hold X-Calibur down across the middle rope, standing on him completely. Screaming out into the audience, they all begin to scream louder and panic as the countdown inches closer to zero. At the last possible second, Allocca uses X-Calibur’s back as a springboard and backflips off of him onto the mat, landing on both feet with great agility. As soon as he hits the canvas, each side of the ring that is parallel to him becomes engulfed in flames; but not in front of him where X-Calibur is laying throat first across the middle rope. Bryan Harris: Dammit! That would’ve been SO cool! Jimmy Yates: You’re a sick man, Bry. Alan Ducard: I don’t think my heart’s going to be able to handle this match. Allocca cusses at the fact that X was not engulfed in the flames on each side of the ring and immediately marched towards him. Peeling him off of the middle rope, Allocca stands X-Calibur up from the mat. X instinctively shoves him away. Allocca reels back a few feet from the force of the shove, giving him enough room to run and leap up onto X’s shoulders for a hurricanrana. Before Greg can grapevine his legs around X’s head, X falls to his knees with a spine adjusting powerbomb. Jimmy Yates: Fabulous counter! X-Calibur takes a moment to recollect himself then gets back to his feet. Lining himself right besides his opponent, he jumps up, and smashes the heel of his boot down across the jaw of Greg Allocca, gaining a painful gasp from the audience. Bryan Harris: Foot-stomp of DOOM! Alan Ducard: Ow. X takes a brief look at the clock which has passed the minute mark already. He then lifts Greg Allocca in a belly-to-belly position, grabs a hold of Allocca’s leg from behind the knee, lifts him up and slams him down with an exploder suplex. Jimmy Yates: Perfectly executed maneuver by X-Calibur! X-Calibur is up again and to the side of Allocca. Measuring him up, X then snaps down, driving a strategically placed forearm to the forehead. Looking at the clock again he sees he has thirty seconds before flames shoot up on a section of the ring. Dragging Allocca to the center of the ring he then waits for the clock to count all the way down. Bryan Harris: What is that moron doing?! Alan Ducard: I believe he’s waiting to see which side of the ring the flames are going to shoot out of instead of relying on the “crap shoot” nature of this match. Bryan Harris: And in the meantime Allocca’s getting some rest. Jimmy Yates: I think what he’s doing is very smart. Allocca might be getting some rest, but that exploder suplex and forearm smash follow up was more than enough to keep Allocca grounded and unaware for the time being. As the crowd counts down to zero, two large flames shoot up on the opposite parallel sides of the ring. X-Calibur immediately bring Allocca to his feet, lifts him up for an atomic drop, but instead of driving him down across his own knee, he walks towards the flames. Allocca sees what X-Calibur is doing and starts flailing his feet. Inches in front of the flames, X-Calibur struggles to hold Greg in the position... but with a last ditch effort he tosses Greg Allocca into the flames, dropping him crotch first across the top rope. Alan Ducard: OH MY GOD!!! Bryan Harris: GREG’S ON FIRE! GREG’S ON FIRE! Greg Allocca cries out with a blood curdling yell while wriggling himself free from the top rope, unceremoniously dumping himself awkwardly to the outside. Feeling the effects of the fire burning him for the few seconds he straddled the top rope, he flops around on the outside mat like a fish out of water. Crowd: HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!” HOL-EE SHIT! Jimmy Yates: That was sickening. I think he may have singed part of his legs and back there.. Alan Ducard: I think the referee should stop this match right now. Allocca may have third degree burns on his body there... Allocca stands up, wincing and yelling in agony, holding the lower portions of his back. X-Calibur sees this through the flames that are still shooting up on that section of the ring. He runs into the opposite direction of the flames, stopping himself short of the other side of the ropes that are set ablaze, then runs back towards Allocca’s direction. Only seconds before X-Calibur leaps through the middle and top rope with a suicide dive onto Greg Allocca do the flames dissipate. The sick sound of skulls colliding came right after. Alan Ducard: Bloody HELL! Greg Allocca and X-Calibur lay in a heap on the outside of the ring as the fans go crazy for the ensuing chaos. X-Calibur is the first one to show signs of movement, as Greg Allocca lays motionless on the outside of the ring. Bryan Harris: To me it looked like X-Calibur didn’t give a shit
whether he had to dive through the flames or not. He was ready to sacrifice
himself just to attack Allocca. Bryan Harris: We just saw a man sitting in flames and you’re worried about language?! This IS a Pay-Per-View event, you know! Jimmy Yates: He does have a point, Alan... X-Calibur lifts Greg Allocca up to his feet. Grabbing him by the wrist, he then uses all of his upper body strength to whip Allocca into the steel post. Upon impact, the momentum of Allocca’s body carries him about six more feet past the post, landing with a thud onto his back and shoulders. It wasn’t long after that blood started oozing out from a directly ash above Greg Allocca’s left eye. Alan Ducard: The self-proclaimed Angel of Violence looks to be in a bad way here. A VERY bad way. Jimmy Yates: I can’t get over how awesomely sadistic X-Calibur looks with that Muta-esque face paint. He truly does look like a Demon of Destruction right now. The fans roar in approval of X-Calibur’s viciousness, feeling his frustrations from the consecutive losses for the past month and a half come to a head. X-Calibur bumps a few fists from the outstretching audience along the way, and looks down at the sprawled out Allocca, gushing blood from his opened brow. Reaching down, X-Calibur grabbed Greg Allocca by his head and forced him to his feet. Bryan Harris: Ten! Nine! Eight! Looking at the timer on the LEGACY Vision counting down, X-Calibur waits for the timer to reach zero. Flames explode up out of three of the four sides of the ring, and X-Calibur does not hesitate to toss Greg Allocca through the flames and into the ring. Spilling a trail of blood from the outside mat all the way onto the ring canvas, Greg Allocca flops around again, feeling the flames singe his body once again. The fans cry out with agony for Allocca, and then quickly cheer with a great carnal instinct. As the flames gradually extinguish once again, X-Calibur reaches underneath the ring apron which has been removed for fire safety purposes. Grabbing a hold of a steel chair that has its seat wrapped in a white cloth, he tosses it through the middle rope where it clangs into the ring. For a second time he crawls down underneath the ring, searching for a weapon to use. Upon seeing a Singapore cane wrapped in a white cloth similar to the chair, he grabs it and tosses it inside the ring right alongside the chair. Alan Ducard: Effin’ hell, as if FIRE wasn’t enough! Bryan Harris: Hey, you better appreciate my wrap job! Jimmy Yates: You would lend a hand in something like this, wouldn’t you? X-Calibur climbs up into the ring, and just looks at the bloody mess that has become Greg Allocca. Picking up a steel chair, X-Calibur walks to Greg Allocca who has managed to sit up - the support of his arms resting on the mat, shaking at the bows of his elbows from the full support of his upper body. Looking up at X-Calibur, Greg Allocca looks pleadingly. X-Calibur looks out at the audience, who scream for him to do it. Bryan Harris: C’mon X! Do it! X-Calibur brings the chair up into the air with both hands and acts like he’s going to bring it down on Allocca... but he doesn’t. Some of the crowd boos this, wanting to see X-Calibur smash Allocca into bits. Bryan Harris: What a gutless coward X is! Alan Ducard: I wouldn’t call not willing to bludgeon another man half-to-death with an object gutless OR cowardly. I’d call it having a sense of honor and respect, something the Angel of Violence knows very little about. Just as X-Calibur is about to toss away the chair, the crowd begins counting down to the next interval. X-Calibur then looks at the clock and smiles. The clock reaches zero and suddenly all four sides of the ring EXPLODE into flames and the arena loses itself. X-Calibur places the cloth-wrapped-seat into the flames and watches it become engulfed. Pulling the chair out of the fire, X turns around. As soon as he goes to swing the chair, Allocca pops up from the mat and NAILS the chair with a somersault back heel kick, driving the engulfed seat into the face of X-Calibur! Alan Ducard: The Beheader! That flaming steel just smashed X-Calibur right on his face! Jimmy Yates: I think X-Calibur might be out here! Greg Allocca crawls over to the X-Man and drapes an arm across him, obviously weakened significantly from the blood loss... One! Jimmy Yates: This is the first pinfall attempt made in this match! Two! Bryan Harris: And it could be the last! THR- NO! The crowd roars as X-Calibur kicks out at the last possible second. Allocca musters up all the strength he can and stands on his feet. Blood pours out of Allocca’s forehead as he just stands there, waiting for his nemesis to rise to his feet. Minutes go by of Allocca pacing, waiting for X-Calibur to get to his feet when the clock begins to count down from ten again. X-Calibur finally gets to his feet at which time Allocca runs at X, leaps, and twists his body around in mid-air so he lands in X’s clutches in a wheelbarrow position. Just as the clock reaches zero and only the side behind X-Calibur bursts into flames, he instinctively goes for a wheelbarrow suplex with Greg Allocca still in his grasp. On the way up however, Greg counters the wheelbarrow position into a bulldog, causing X to land FACE FIRST onto the flaming steel chair! Bryan Harris: DEAR LORD! Jimmy Yates: Wheelbarrow bulldog onto the flaming chair! Alan Ducard: He makes the cover! Two! THREE- NO! Bryan Harris: This one’s over! Jimmy Yates: No! He kicked out! He kicked out! X-Calibur lays motionless, now bleeding red from his forehead to cover the parts of his face paint that have melted off from the flames and sweat. Allocca struggles to get to his feet, but does so with a vehement look on his face. He looks down at the Singapore cane that X had tossed in earlier and picks it up. Not waiting for X-Calibur to get to his feet this time, he immediately begins smacking X-Calibur across the body with it. On the forehead, on the shoulders, and on the back. Repeatedly. With each smacking thud that echoes through out the MGM Grand, X-Calibur’s blood-caked hair flies in every which direction. After smacking him about fifteen times, Allocca drops the Singapore cane down across X-Calibur’s throat and keeps it there for a violent cover. One! Two! THR- NO! Alan Ducard: He kicked out! Greg doesn’t know what to do with himself now! Allocca stands up and gets in the referee’s face, demanding that he count faster. Shoving the referee back a few feet he turns his attention back on X-Calibur who has started getting to his feet albeit on spaghetti legs. As soon as X-Calibur is on his feet, Allocca swings the Singapore cane, which X-Calibur ducks. As soon as both men turn around, X-Calibur sprays a red mist into Greg Allocca’s eyes, at which time the crowd absolutely goes nuts. Bryan Harris: WHAT THE HELL?! MIST?! FROM X-CALIBUR?! Alan Ducard: RED MIST! RED MIST! Jimmy Yates: Unbelievable! Crowd: X-Cal! X-Cal! X-Cal! At the same time Greg Allocca frantically tries to rub the mist from
his eyes, the countdown timer reaches zero which everyone in the crowd
failed to count along with from the excitement of X-Calibur spraying
red mist. Flames shoot up on two sides of the ring, and Greg Allocca
accidentally stumbles straight into the fire on one of the sides. Allocca
falls back and onto the mat, rolling around from the agony of the fire.
Alan Ducard: Uh-Oh.... Bleeding all over the steps of the ladder, X-Calibur slides it into the ring over the bottom rope. Climbing into the ring after it, X-Calibur slowly begins to set it up in the corner. Greg Allocca meanwhile Bryan Harris: What the hell is he THINKING?! Jimmy Yates: I have no idea, but it can’t be good for Greg. With the ladder set up in the corner as sturdy as can be, X-Calibur walks over to Greg Allocca. Still blinded by the mist, Allocca swings a wild right that misses completely. X scoops him up and slams him down, and then immediately looks at the ominous standing ladder. X starts climbing the ladder, staining the aluminum with his blood one rung at a time until he nears the top. Four steps away from the absolute top, X carefully positions himself for a high risk maneuver by turning around to face the downed Allocca. Looking out at the fans, X-Calibur slowly makes the same throat cutting motion with his thumb that he made earlier, only this time he put some emphasis at the end of it as blood continues to flow fifteen feet down to the mat.. Alan Ducard: Bloody effin’ hell... he’s not going to do what I THINK he’s going to do?! Bryan Harris: I think he is... Outstretching his arms as if they were wings, X-Calibur slowly leans forward until all of his body weight comes crashing down to the canvas in the form of a diving head-butt, which Greg Allocca moves out of the way from just seconds before impact. Jimmy Yates: He missed it! Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! Alan Ducard: X-Calibur looks unconscious! He might’ve accidentally knocked himself out from the impact! Bryan Harris: What a dummy. I can’t believe he tried such a stupid maneuver at such a late point in this match! Allocca manages to get on his knees where he turns X-Calibur over onto his back. Looking at his prone state, squinting through the burning mist, Allocca shifts his focus from X-Calibur back towards the ladder he fell from. The contemplation continued until the countdown clock began for the next interval of fire where he quickly got up and headed for the ladder. Bryan Harris: Sweet Christ on a CROSS! Pin him, Greg! Pin him! The fans actually roar for Greg Allocca simply for the insane maneuver he’s thinking about attempting as Allocca’s blood pours out on top of X’s on each rung. As the countdown clock reaches zero, flames shoot up out of all four sides of the ring. Allocca barely stays without of range of the flames as he reaches the third to last rung, barely holding onto his balance through the mist that is still burning in his eyes. Jimmy Yates: GOD ALMIGHTY! WHAT IS HE DOING?! With the flames shooting up on all sides of the ring, Allocca carefully takes another step upwards to the second to last rung. Alan Ducard: HE’S GONNA KILL HIMSELF! With the flames burning all around him, Allocca takes one more step upwards and balances himself on the very top rung of the fifteen-foot high ladder. Blood pouring from his face, Allocca leaps backwards off of the ladder, twists 360 degrees in mid-air, and comes crashing down with flush contact straight on top of X-Calibur. Crowd: HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! Crowd: LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! Instinctively hooking a leg on X-Calibur, the referee administers the count. ONE! TWO! THREE! Bryan Harris: He did it! Greg did it! He beat X-Calibur! Alan Ducard: That move was BREATHTAKING! Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match... GREG.... ALLOCCA! Greg Allocca continues to remain on top of X-Calibur, although he appears
to be as unconscious as the man underneath him. Officials and paramedics
rush the scene with two sets of gurneys as ringside personnel work quickly
to disassemble the metal gas vessels. Two of the men from the medical
staff rush to Greg Allocca and pull him off of X-Calibur, while two
more join the scene and check over X-Calibur, shining small optical
flashlights into his pupils to check for head trauma. They do the same
thing to Greg Allocca while the Gurneys are prepared. Alan Ducard: I won’t deny that Greg Allocca deserves a lot of
credit for finally getting a victory against X-Calibur, because he certainly
does deserve it. But I’m not going to ignore X-Calibur’s
incredible display tonight. He’s been put through hell and back
for the past several weeks with having lost his Tao of Valor title,
losing his World Title Shot, and then almost losing his career from
the dastardly underhanded attacks of Greg Allocca... yet he STILL managed
to come out here and deliver something the likes of LEGACY or anyone
else in this business have ever seen. In Defense of Honor
Cronos Diamante is heading toward the main hall to pick up a couple water bottles from the catering table when he turns the corner and spots Gryffin Anselm talking to a road agent, none of the members of the Diabolik anywhere in sight. Cronos smirks and approaches him from behind slowly and near silently. He slides past Gryffin and stands in front of him. Cronos Diamante: Fancy seeing you here, Gryffin. Gryffin Anselm: It's a pay per view, why wouldn't I be here? Cronos Diamante: Since you failed to win that number one contendership on the pre-show and you aren't booked tonight, I'd expect you to be licking your wounds elsewhere. The comment stings a bit, but Gryffin tries to dismiss it. Gryffin Anselm: Well if you hadn't noticed, The Diabolik's got one of our boys competing in the main event tonight against Loco Martinez... I realize you haven't had a World Title shot in a while, so I guess you forgot how big of a deal that kind of thing is... but we're here to support Crash… and celebrate with him afterwards. Cronos Diamante: Yeah, about that. Crash's comments this week about having an army behind him... he's wrong. Gryffin looks a little surprised, partially amused. Gryffin: Really? Because it seems to me like there's plenty of guys in the Diabolik who think differently than you do. Cronos Diamante: That's all well and good, Gryffin, and I applaud your confidence, but if I see you, James, or any of your cronies get involved in that match you'll all have to answer to me. Gryffin laughs. Gryffin: Seriously... you're actually thinking of taking on the entire Diabolik? That's not a smart move, Diamante. Cronos Diamante: Smart. That's a laugh. It's not been smart of you to target Loco and Jake. You may think I'm not a big threat, chief... but you'll find I'm full of surprises. Expect a full out war if you interfere. I promise you that. Gryffin: You don't seem to get it, Cronos. You say it's not smart of ME to target Loco and Jake... but that's where you're failing to see the big picture. It's not just ME. It's the entire Diabolik. Everybody in a black shirt with a red "D" on it? We're all targeting Loco. We're ALL targetting Jake. Just like we all targeted Justin Moreno before ELEVATED TENSIONS. Just like we all targeted the Canuckin' Cowboys. Gryffin takes a step closer to Cronos. Gryffin: Just like we'll target anyone who gets in our way. Cronos Diamante follows suit and steps closer to Gryffin getting mere inches from his face. Cronos Diamante: You act as if I'm supposed to be scare of you and the rest of The Diabolik? Sorry, kiddo... I'm not biting. Bring your worse but I'll still be there helping out Loco, Jake, and anybody else who needs it against you pathetic so called bullies. Gryffin laughs and takes a step back. Gryffin: With breath as bad as you’ve got, I’d say this distance is close enough. Tell you what, I’m not going to promise anything about the main event… and I’ll let you off easy for tonight. You’ve got that big title match of yours coming up, and I’d like to see you lose that belt to Issac or Greyson without any excuses, so as for right now… Gryffin raises his hands. Gryffin: I’m hands off. Reaching down and taking a couple of water bottles in each hand, Gryffin smirks and walks off. Triple Threat Match
Rawlings vs Devastation vs Iley Alan Ducard: For those of you who appreciate a great, technical affair of wrestling, you're in for an absolute treat in this match as we have three of LEGACY's most technically gifted wrestlers in Devastation, rising star John Iley, and Stephen Rawlings going at it in a triple-threat match for bragging rights. Bryan Harris: Truthfully, my money is on Rawlings to pick up the deuce in this one. Kid has an impressive mean streak, that's why I like him. Jimmy Yates: I disagree, I think Devastation will show LEGACY fans tonight just why he is one of, if not the, most gifted wrestlers of our generation and pick up a well-deserved win. Alan Ducard: Well, with that, gents, we go ringside to Josephina Colbert for tonight's introductions. Josephina Colbert: This next contest is a triple threat match and it is scheduled for one fall! The lights inside the arena cut to black momentarily as a series of spotlights descend on the entranceway. Then Black Sabbath's Iron Man begins to play throughout the arena and the crowd comes to their collective feet. Soon thereafter Devastation walks out from behind the curtain to a tremendous ovation from the capacity crowd in attendance. He begins the long walk to the ring slowly and with his head down in a zone of concentration. Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, coming towards the ring, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri… He is wearing his traditional hooded long-sleeved jacket that tonight is black with blue trim. The hood is up and the jacket open in the front showing black thigh length tights with two thin blue lines down the outside of each leg. His kneepads are black with blue trim and he wears black wrestling boots with blue kickpads overtop of them. Finally, he wears his usual black wrist tape on his wrists and palms. As he slowly and methodically walks towards the ring, Josephina Colbert introduces him to the sold out crowd. Josephina Colbert: Weighing in at two hundred and eighty four pounds… Devastation! Devastation approaches the ring and ducks in between the top and middle ropes as he enters the ring. He walks to his corner and takes a knee as he faces the turnbuckles. Quickly he sends up a prayer as he always does before a match and then stands back to his feet. He removes his jacket and hands it over the top rope to an attendant at ringside. Then he turns his attention to the entryway as he stands in his corner bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Alan Ducard: Devastation looking supremely confident before this match as he knows this match is incredibly important to advance his career here in LEGACY. Bryan Harris: That is SUCH a cliche there, Big Al! How about another one, like the first person to score a pinfall or submission will win? Jimmy Yates: Cliche or not, what Alan said is the absolute truth for all three men in this match. Josephina Colbert: And his opponent... The short rapid drum beat of "Why Aye Man" by Mark Knopfler plays over the speakers, and a sense of confusion shimmers amongst the crowd until Josephina continues the introduction. Josephina Colbert: …from Newcastle upon Tyne, England... The cheering kicks up a little bit as the fans realize who is coming out next, increasing significantly as England's own John Iley steps through the curtain. Dressed in his black combats, black boots and a "John Iley... Brilliantly Technical" t-shirt. He stands at the entranceway, looking out to the crowd and nodding as they cheer him. He walks to the ring with a slightly confident swagger and he reaches down and slaps a few fans hands on the way. He keeps his eyes almost always on the ring and Devastation. Josephina Colbert: Weighing in tonight at 237 pounds... THIS... IS... JOHN... ILEY!!! He gets to the ring and climbs up onto the turnbuckle and looks around at the crowd, then hops over the top rope and into the ring. He goes to each corner and salutes the crowd. At the last corner he salutes he removes his t-shirt and throws it to the crowd. He's wearing a wrestling leotard and the burn scars on his chest and upper arms slightly visible. He gets down from the corner and walks over to Devastation and offers his hand. Devastation looks at Iley then shakes his hand. Iley gives him a nod and a smirk and moves over to a neutral corner to await the arrival of Rawlings. Alan Ducard: Great show respect there by those two fine combatants. Bryan Harris: When are you and Jimbo gonna learn that sportsmanship is highly overrated. You gotta do whatever it takes in this game to stay on top! Jimmy Yates: Well, you could always marry the boss' daughter... wait, does Mr. Belote HAVE an illegitimate daughter we don't know about? Alan Ducard: Anyway, let's get back to the introductions. "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park now begins to play as most of the fans boo, recognizing the music. Stephen Rawlings then emerges from the curtain oblivious to the crowd's mostly negative reaction. Rawlings' hair is cut and he's groomed nicely. He is dressed in his long black trunks with his name written in blue Japanese kanji text. He sports one of his "Good Enough, Perfect Is" t-shirts as he looks out at the crowd. Josephina Colbert: And their opponent... he is from Grand Rapids, Michigan... weighs in tonight at one hundred and ninety two pounds... HE... IS... STEPHEN... RAWLINGS!!! Making his way across the walkway, Stephen basically ignores the people lining his way. It doesn't matter whether they're reaching out to shake his hand or if they're yelling and swearing at him, he just goes calmly about his business. He then ducks between the ropes and enters the ring and stretches up against the ropes as all three competitors are now in the ring and the bell officially sounds after Rawling's music dies down. Alan Ducard: There's the bell, ladies and gents! This match has officially begun. Bryan Harris: Look at all three of these men, they look like they're ready to kill one another! Just what I like to see! Jimmy Yates: The first match involving these three didn't disappoint, I can't wait to see what's in store here tonight! All three men begin circling one another like vultures ready to strike their prey. Finally, they all three lock horns and Dev pushes Rawlings and Iley back into the corner. Keeping the lock-up, they roll off the ropes to another corner, this time with Dev's back in the corner. Using his strength, Devastation takes the match back to the center of the mat where Iley and Rawlings begin kicking Dev's shin, knocking him out of the way briefly. Rawlings and Iley stay locked up in a test of strength, neither man able to get the upper-hand when Devastation all of a sudden, hits a running front-dropkick to both men, knocking them down. Alan Ducard: Neither of these men seem to be able to gain an upper-hand early on in this bout! Bryan Harris: That's merely stating the obvious there, Al! Jimmy Yates: Well all three of these men are definitely not backing down from one another, that's for sure! Iley is first to get back up to his feet and Devastation and Iley have a collar and elbow tie up, Devastation moves in and gets a headlock on Iley, who then counters it into a hammerlock. Devastation then counters that into a hammerlock of his own, Iley goes to grab Devastations head but pushed into the ropes, as he comes back Devisation ducks his head, Iley forward rolls over Devastation, sweeps the legs, moves up, goes into a headlock, Devastation gets up, Iley keeping the headlock on, he shoves Iley off and they turn and face each other ready to strike. The crowd start applauding and cheering at the two men for their quick moves and counters on each other. Alan Ducard: Jolly good display of chain-wrestling there by both of those fine young athletes! Bryan Harris: While that was a nice little sequence there, they might want to start focusing on Stephen Rawlings! Jimmy Yates: Fans, in those ninety seconds of action, I saw more athleticism from Devastation and Iley than I've seen from any other promotion in three years! As Devastation and Iley briefly acknowledge the cheers, Rawlings then clubs Devastation from behind. Iley then heads toward Rawlings, who does an armdrag takedown while Iley counters it with one of his own, locking in the arm tight for an early submission attempt. As the Englishman increases the torque applied on Rawling's arm, Stephen then out of desperation hits a pair closed fists with his free hand to Iley's face. Both men then lock up again and this time, Rawlings is near the corner and kicks Iley in the gut and hits him with an unorthodox snap suplex where Iley's legs land on the top turnbuckle. Seeing this, Rawlings locks Iley's legs in the tree of woe position and it seems he's going to hit a running dropkick to the face of Iley, when out of nowhere, Devastation delivers a stiff lariat to Rawlings, damn near turning him inside out. Following up his attack on Rawlings, Dev hits Iley with a dropkick from the tree of woe position. Alan Ducard: Rawlings had plans there to deliver a dropkick to Iley from that ever-so-precarious position, but Devastation had it well-scouted and nearly knocked Rawling's block off with that clothesline. Bryan Harris: In Texas, we call that a Lariat, but nevertheless, Dev shows just how whether you like the man or hate him, he deserves his title as one of the best damn technical-wrestlers in the game today! Jimmy Yates: What both of you seem to forget is Devastation then followed that up with a tree of woe dropkick of his own to John Iley. Devastation then zeroes in on Rawlings and starts delivering some stiff Kawada style kicks to the ribs of Stephen Rawlings. After several well-placed kicks to Rawlings torso area, out of nowhere comes John Iley, having regained his senses from the tree-of-woe dropkick with an Inverted Facelock Backbreaker to Devastation. He then keeps the Inverted Facelock cinched in and applies more pressure for a modified Dragon Sleeper to Devastation. For a short time, Dev is trapped in the move, but he gets back to his feet and manages to use his strength to shove Iley back in the corner and then follow it up with an overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex. Devastation then goes for a quick pin attempt on Iley as the referee then goes to make the count. Alan Ducard: Cover by Devastation, here! One... TWO... NO! Stephen Rawlings breaks the pin attempt with a clubbing forearm to the back of Devastation. Bryan Harris: Ha! I knew Rawlings wouldn't let the match end this soon! Jimmy Yates: While that wasn't a match ender, that was a nice attempt to go for an early win for Devastation. Rawlings then begins to take control of the match, with a snapmare to Devastation followed by a bodyslam to Iley. Rawlings then drags Iley onto Devastation, who is on his stomach and points them in opposite directions, locking in a Camel Clutch on Devastation and a modified Boston Crab on Iley. After cinching in the hold for a few moments being unable to get a submission, Rawlings lets go of both men. He then goes to pick up Devastation, who nails him with a stiff forearm shot to the head knocking him off-balance. Dev then gets up and delivers a couple stiff Kawada kicks to the left knee of Rawlings before grabbing him by the hair and kicking him in a very stiff manner to the side of the head multiple times. Rawlings then falls to the canvas in a heap. Before Devastation can catch his breath, he sees John Iley moving toward him and he hits a snap suplex and rolls into a pin attempt. Alan Ducard: Nice outburst of offense by Devastation and here he goes with another pin attempt. One... TWO... Bryan Harris: Iley gets the shoulder up! I may not like that limey bastard, but I'll give him credit, he's definitely one tough hombre! Jimmy Yates: Uhh Bryan, you do know one of our commentating colleagues is British, right? Bryan Harris: I stand by what I said there, Jimmy boy! Alan Ducard: Gentlemen, let's not bicker amongst ourselves here. How about we focus on the action, hmm? Stephen Rawlings gets up and kicks Devastation in the gut, doubling him over. He follows it up with whipping Devastation into the ropes and hitting him with a well-executed calf kick, knocking the big man off his feet. Then, when Rawlings gets to his feet, he sees John Iley there to deliver a Gutwrench Suplex to Rawlings. Iley then sees Devastation and both men begin to exchange stiff knife-edged chops with one another with the crowd going "WOOOOO!" on each chop. Iley then does a double leg takedown to Devastation and drops him to the canvas, lying stomach first on the mat. Iley then locks in what appears to be an Indian Deathlock on Devastation, but he then grabs both of his arms in position for a Double Chickenwing type of submission attempt. Rawlings then delivers a kick to Iley's left arm, breaking the double chicken-wing yet keeping the Indian Deathlock cinched in. Iley then gets back to his feet with the submission still locked in to see Rawlings charging toward him and Iley connects with a Northern Lights Suplex, bringing the crowd to it's feet. Alan Ducard: Modified Tyne Bridge by John Iley out of nowhere and he's going for the pin! One... TWO... Bryan Harris: Close but no cigar again! Jimmy Yates: Wow, just listen to these fans cheering in appreciation of what they're watching! Excited by what they’re seeing, most of the fans get to their feet, clapping appreciatively and cheering on their respective favorites. Iley finally lets go of both holds as Devastation is clutching at his legs as Rawlings is trying to pull himself up. Iley then picks Devastation off the canvas as they then start trading chops until Iley hits a Judo style DDT to the head of Devastation, knocking him out of the way. Rawlings does a Northern Lights Suplex on Iley. Iley kicks out and gets to his feet, not looking too happy, he pulls up Rawlings and whips him into a corner. Iley runs and jumps in giving Rawlings a Stinger Splash. As Rawlings starts to fall forward Iley pushes him back into the turnbuckles and slaps his chest hard. The crowd "WOOOOOOOOO's" as Iley then grabs Rawlings by the throat, points at him and shouts "DONT EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!" and slaps the taste out of his mouth as the fans cheer loudly for the Englishman. Alan Ducard: John Iley certainly gave Stephen Rawlings what's what there, now didn't he? Bryan Harris: That slap was uncalled for on Iley's part! Uncalled for, I say! Jimmy Yates: I say it was well justified as Rawlings had stolen the move from the "Lord of the Northern Lights"! Bryan Harris: Well I say you're just as stupid as all these fans who cheered for that! Alan Ducard: Well, that may have certainly turned this match in the favor of John Iley! Now what can he do with this momentum? Iley then plays to the fans a bit before he gets caught with an Exploder Suplex (T-Bone Suplex) from Devastation out of nowhere. He then gets met with a Lung Blower from Stephen Rawlings out of desparation. Iley then gets back to his feet and is met with a Reverse Lung-Blower (Codebreaker) by Rawlings as he has a cocky smirk on his face at this point in the match. Bryan Harris: And just like that, Stephen Rawlings is back in the ballgame, boys and girls! Jimmy Yates: I may not like his smug attitude, but Rawlings knows exactly how to get the job done when he needs to. Rawlings then locks in an Elevated Boston Crab on John Iley, rocking back and forth to apply pressure. The Englishman balls his fist to keep from tapping out. After a few moments in the move, Devastation then grabs the back of Rawlings neck and puts him in a neckbreaker position. When Iley gets up to his feet, Devastation puts him in a DDT while going down with the neckbreaker to kill two birds with one stone as the fans at this point are chanting "LEG-A-SEE!!! LEG-A-SEE!!!". Devastation then goes for the cover on both men. One... TWO... THR... Alan Ducard: That was ever so close, but Devastation just couldn't pick up the win there even with that innovative neckbreaker/DDT combo of his. Bryan Harris: I have to say I'm shocked by that as well as I thought for sure that was going to be the match! Jimmy Yates: Devastation at this point has got to be wondering what is it going to take to beat these two? Devastation then yells at the referee "Are you sure?". Devastation then shakes his head and goes back to pin Rawlings, who is playing possum and tries to catch him with an inside cradle, but only manages a two count. Devastation then gets up to his feet and exchanges forearms with Rawlings briefly before John Iley gets to his feet and does a springboard clothesline to both men. Iley then stomps on Devastation as he goes to the top rope. Alan Ducard: I must say, I have to question the wisdom of going for this type of move in this situation. Bryan Harris: This is just simply dumb on John Iley's part. Quit living in the moment and finish 'em off! Just then, Stephen Rawlings sneaks up from behind and crotches Iley on the turnbuckle. Rawlings then locks in a modified abdominal stretch on the top rope and locks it in before Devastation gets up and forearms both men, knocking them off the turnbuckle. Devastation then picks up Iley but is met with an enzuigiri kick out of nowhere, stunning him enough for Rawlings to hit a Snap Suplex to him as well. Rawlings now goes to the top rope to attempt a move on Devastation, but Iley is there with a running forearm shot to crotch Rawlings on the turnbuckles. Iley then tries to hook Rawlings in a Superplex, but suddenly, Devastation goes underneath Iley for a powerbomb and all three men go down in a three-person "Tower Of Doom" and sell the impact as if they've been hit by a car. The fans all start chanting "HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!" for about thirty seconds, until they break out in a standing ovation for the athleticism they're seeing. Jimmy Yates: These three are battling one another tooth and nail right now! I don't think I'm going to be able to pick a winner in this one! Bryan Harris: That's a cop-out there, Jimmy-Crack-Corn! I'm still taking Rawlings in this one! Jimmy Yates: When will you stop with the childish name-calling, Bryan? Bryan Harris: About the time you stop acting like such a mark! Alan Ducard: Anyway, gentlemen, I must concur that this is some fine in-ring work by three of the industry's best performers. Devastation then finally gets to his feet first and picks up Rawlings, getting him to his feet. He then does a Judo hip throw and immediately locks in a Reverse Crossface pulling the neck forward instead of backward with the opponent on their back. Rawlings starts flailing his arms to escape the move and appears to be close to a tap-out when John Iley breaks up the submission. He then picks up Rawlings and goes for another Northern Lights Suplex, but this time on the way down, Devastation is there with a backbreaker, nearly breaking Rawlings in half. Alan Ducard: In all my years commentating in this business, I've NEVER seen a double team move like that! Jimmy Yates: I'm not sure that was SUPPOSED to be a double-team move! Bryan Harris: Who cares? They're all gonna wind up killing one another anyway. Iley then starts exchanging MMA style elbows with Devastation for several moments with neither man backing down. Finally, Iley gets the upper-hand and whips Devastation into the corner. Iley goes for another Stinger Splash, but Devastation moves out of the way. Iley, however, puts the brakes on himself and tries to catch the ropes and pull his legs over Devastation, but he catches him in position for the Alabama Slam and then slides him down, dropping him with the Decapitator. Alan Ducard: By jove, he just about drilled poor John Iley through the canvas with that Decapitator! Bryan Harris: This should be all she wrote! One... TWO... Suddenly the ref stops counting and points to the ring rope where John Iley's foot is dangling on the apron, outside of the ring. Jimmy Yates: The foot's outside the ropes! Bryan Harris: WHAT??? No way! Alan Ducard: Now is that a lucky break or ring awareness there, Jimmy? Jimmy Yates: I don't know, but John Iley got a VERY lucky break there! Devastation then looks at the ref in complete frustration. The referee then points to the ropes and Devastation clenches his fist briefly, but pounds it in frustration on the mat instead. Just then, Rawlings kicks him right in the small of the back as Dev rolls on the outside to catch his breath. Rawlings then goes to pick up Iley, but the Englishman fights back with some desperation elbow smashes. Iley then picks up Rawlings in a suplex position, bounces his feet off the ropes and hits a Slingshot Suplex, a la Tully Blanchard. Alan Ducard: I don't think I've seen that move in nearly twenty years! Bryan Harris: Now THAT'S what I call "Kickin' It Old-School"! Jimmy Yates: Bryan Harris there with the obligatory hip pop-culture remark. Bryan Harris: I'll be in Vegas all week, everybody! John Iley then locks in a Backbridge STF/Indian Deathlock combo and seems to have Rawlings ready to submit, but from out of nowhere comes Devastation off the top rope with a very rare moonsault to break the move up as all three men are down on the canvas in a heap. Some of the fans in the front row at this point begin to chant "BEST MATCH E-VER! (Clap clap clap clap clap) "BEST MATCH E-VER!" (Clap clap clap clap clap) Alan Ducard: I don't know if this is the best match I've ever seen or not, but apparently, these Las Vegas fans seem to think this is an excellent match! Bryan Harris: These three keep going to the well time and time again but NO ONE can put the other away! Jimmy Yates: I don't want this match to end! This may be the greatest technical match I've seen in a long time! Devastation then gets to his feet first with John Iley not far behind him with both men selling their ribs at this point. Iley goes for a punch, but Devastation catches him with a Half-Nelson Suplex, dropping John Iley straight on his gourd as Iley clutches at his neck. Devastation then picks up Rawlings and lifts him up for a piledriver, dropping him right on his neck. Rawlings then rolls to the apron to catch his breath. Devastation then locks Iley in an Ankle Lock and then locks his leg into a grapevine, much like the Brock Lock, and keeps the pressure applied. Then out of nowhere, Rawlings does a running elbow drop to Devastation, breaking the hold. At this point you can see all three men sucking wind. Alan Ducard: This is truly going to be survival of the fittest here! Bryan Harris: This has been 20 plus minutes of purely non-stop action and all three of these guys have got to step it up now if they want to win this thing. Jimmy Yates: The way this is going, this could go all night! Finally, all three men get to their feet with Devastation behind Rawlings, Iley rebounds off the ropes, Rawlings goes for a back body drop, Iley leapfrogs it, and Devastation hits a dropkick intended for Rawlings, but catches Iley in the junk, immediately doubling him over. Seeing Iley in a prone position, Rawlings takes advantage of the opportunity, rolling Iley up into a school boy, putting his legs on Devastation as Dev tries to get up. Alan Ducard: I don't think that dropkick was meant to hit John Iley, but this could be all right here! Bryan Harris: He's got the pin! ONE... TWO... THREE!!! Jimmy Yates: Damn it! Damn it to hell! This sucks! Stephen Rawlings just STOLE another win and ruined an excellent technical display with that cheap pinfall! Bryan Harris: Hey, you can't blame Rawlings for this. Dev obviously dropkicked poor John Iley right in the straddle and if you're going to blame anyone for this, blame Devastation! Jimmy Yates: That dropkick clearly wasn't meant for Iley! It was meant for that pompous piece of sh- Alan Ducard: Whether or not it was intentional, the end result is Stephen Rawlings comes away victorious here at "Forged By Fire"! Now we go to Josephina Colbert for the official announcement. Josephina Colbert: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH.... STEPHEN.... RAWWWWWLLLLLIIIINNNGS!!! The crowd boos Rawlings heavily as "Points Of Authority" begins to play and he makes his way to the back with a smirk on his face, despite being in a great deal of pain from what he's endured. The camera then cuts back to the ring with Devastation looking on in disbelief at what just transpired. He sees John Iley down on the canvas, holding his groin and he just pounds his fists on the canvas in frustration. Alan Ducard: I can clearly empathize with Iley and Devastation as they both worked very hard to win this match only to come up short. Bryan Harris: I guess they rolled the dice here in Vegas and "crapped out", huh? Jimmy Yates: You're a REAL clever one there, Bryan! Alan Ducard: Fans, don't go away from your television sets, we've got more high-impact, thrill-a-minute action coming up here at Forged By Fire! Jimmy Yates: The evening's young! Taking
Back The Gold
The camera goes the backstage area of the magnificent MGM grand and Intern Avery is standing by with Trent Logan and Domination, the challengers tonight for the LEGACY World Tag Team Titles. Steve “VENOM” O’Reily and Ben “RAGE” Murdock, clad in their “Logan’s Guns” t-shirt, stand with arms crossed over their chiseled chests, and from the looks on their faces you can tell that they are in a mood to beat some ass. Standing in front of the two monsters is Trent Logan, who appears to be healthy, but none too happy as Avery introduces the team. Intern Avery: Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m being joined now by Domination, former World Tag Team Champions, and the men slated tonight to challenge for the belts once more as they take on El Chupacabra. Gentlemen, can I get your thoughts heading into this match up here tonight in beautiful Las Vegas? Trent turns to Avery with a bit of a smirk, and then looks into the camera intently. Trent Logan: It’s been a long time since I’ve given an interview with these men, and it’s been much too long since we could conduct an interview as the champion that we know we are, and the champions that the people know we are. The LEGACY fans around the world know exactly what went down the night that El Chupacabra stole the titles from us. Hannah Perez is a beautiful woman, but underneath that external beauty is nothing but a filthy, dirty, stinking, diseased, evil whore, and frankly once Hector and Diego started a boot-party on my head, I suddenly wondered what exactly I found to be at all charming or attractive about Diego’s cum dumpster. Yet, I digress, that night after I was so heinously attacked, Domination was then cheated in their match, defending the belts. They weren’t beaten. They weren’t bettered, and tonight the belts are coming back to the rightful champions, and the gold is going home with Domination. Trent turns back to RAGE who looks like he has something on his mind, and Trent moves slightly to give Avery access to the fighter. RAGE: That’s right, the gold is going home with us tonight, but not before we put a hurting on El Chupacabra. They’ve wanted to try and play games with us ever since our first title match was signed. They wanted to attack Trent. They wanted to cheat us out of the belts, and then they cheated me out of a victory in my singles match with Diego. Well, tonight we’re going to play a new game, and it’s going to involve me and Venom causing you a hell of a lot of pain and agony, and spilling your blood, and it’s all going to come to an end only when our hands are raised in victory, and Domination is once again champions of the world. RAGE looks over to VENOM, who is rather known for not speaking much and allowing his actions to do the talking, but tonight he decides to provide a sound bite for Avery. VENOM: Tonight? We all know what’s going to happen tonight. We walk out with the gold. After tonight, we’ll be back to business as usual - breakin’ necks and cashin’ checks. World Wide Bushido Buntai? Never mind the Goat Suckers. You’ll be dealing with us. And with that VENOM, RAGE, and Trent Logan head from the interview set. No Limits Championship
Triple Threat Match Blade vs Entragian vs Diamante © Alan Ducard: The No Limits division has been one of the most electric divisions since its inception. Bryan Harris: It can be brutal. Violent. We saw Entragian and Blade attempt to settle this at a Las Vegas casino. Now they get their chance to no only get their hands on each other, but also the No Limits Champion, Cronos Diamante! Jimmy Yates: And while the issues between Greyson and Issac have been in the forefront, lets not forget Cronos and Issac's history. Alan Ducard: Too right. We have three combustible elements and they're about to meet. Lets take it to the ring. Josephina Colbert: The following match is scheduled for ONE Fall and is for the No Limits Championship!! The crowd roars their approval as Josephina continues with her introduction. Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, hailing from Knoxville, Tennesee … The Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutlaw Greyson Blade! No sooner do Josephina's words slip from her lips when the familiar opening guitar of "Outlaw Torn" by Metallica hit the PA system of the Garden Arena, and suddenly there is a heightened excitement in the air, and as the music plays on the anticipation only grows for the arrival of a former LEGACY World Champion, and a man who is dead set on becoming the next No Limits Champion. "And now I wait my whole lifetime A barrage of golden pyrotechnics rocket off up the aisle and around the stage area and up around the LEGACY entrance set as The Outlaw steps out before the LEGACY crowd, which erupts with a cheer that swells up like a resounding roar. The Outlaw raises his arms to the capacity crowd who show their utmost respect for The Outlaw who is sporting his new "Demand Respect" t-shirt as he stalks towards the ring with a purpose in his step, and a look across his countenance that could be described as intense focus, with just a hint of the overt malice that will be directed towards his opponents. Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw has a bit of a chip on his shoulder. He's been speaking his mind more freely, and he seems to have an even MORE violent streak when he's in that ring... if that's even POSSIBLE. Alan Ducard: He is an incredibly intense competitor, for sure. Greyson steps through the ropes and moves to the dead center of the ring and looks towards the entrance, waiting for the onslaught to come, and his fists move up, primed to be unleashed as the cheering crowd already seems to be willing him on with a "Blade" chant. The music continues on for a few moments, and finally goes silent for the introduction of the coming two combatants, and the crowd dies down, preparing to react to the arrival of Issac Entragain... Alan Ducard: Greyson looks primed to fight, NOW. Bryan Harris: If I was the referee I'd get the hell out of the ring. Especially with Blade's current distaste for authority figures. Alan Ducard: I hardly think Greyson Blade is the type to attack a referee for no good reason- Everything goes black. A familiar guitar riff rips through the arena speakers. Images of a white face gnashing its teeth appear upon the jumbo-tron. Next the visual morphs into a lone hooded rider galloping through a dark forest on a white steed. This figure has a scythe draped over its shoulder. Just then Elizabeth Gaunt saunters out from behind the curtain. She's wearing a SUPER short plaid skirt and a baby tee tied just below her breasts. Josephina Colbert: And his opponent. From parts unknown... and being accompanied to the ring by Elizabeth Gaunt.... IIIIISSSSSAAAAAAAACCCC ENTRAGIAN! Her long black hair has been dyed with red streaks and she's got one hell of a smirk on her face as she gestures with one hand to the curtain behind her. The lyrics of that trademark song begin to chime in. Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper" starts up full blast, ripping out of the arena audio system at maximum volume. Recognizing the tune and the man it belongs to, the crowd starts to roar its disapproval. "All our times have come Issac Entragian emerges on cue at the second verse. The monster is wearing a black vest with a hood drawn down low upon his face. The sleeves of the vest are cut off showing Entragian's huge white arms and the intricate barbwire tattoo that slithers down his right shoulder all the way to his wrist. He wears black tights with the word IVORY running down the left leg and the word TERROR running down the right leg in white jagged lettering. He also has a heavy black knee pad affixed to the knee he uses for The Disemboweler. Jimmy Yates: Issac Entragian looks as ready for this match as he has ever been since he lost the belt… and I’m glad I’m not in the match with him tonight. Bryan Harris: I’d venture to guess that’d you’d be in a world of trouble no matter whether you were in the ring with Issac Entragian or any of the other guys on the roster, but you do make a fair point, Jimbo. Some of the guys on the roster might be willing to show you some mercy, but Issac? He’d tear you limb from limb and enjoy every second of it. Issac pauses at the head of the ramp as a lone spotlight shines down upon him. Then in dramatic fashion he throws the hood off and sweeps his long white hair back with one hand. He opens his mouth wide and bares his cannibalistic teeth, while at the same time flicking his forked tongue outwards and darting it left and right like that of a serpent. A huge wall of flames erupts on both sides of where he stands, and balls of fire continue to shoot up at intervals as Issac starts to stride towards the ring with a cold look of maliciousness on his face. Alan Ducard: Those haunting eyes… I think Issac Entragian might very well be possessed. Bryan Harris: At the very least, he’s obsessed. The object of his obsession: that No Limits Championship belt that Cronos Diamante is going to be bringing to the ring. The seven foot albino steps over the top rope in one swift motion. Elizabeth slides under the bottom rope and coils around one of Issac's tree limb legs, hugging him like a snake. Entragian looks down at her and flicks out his forked tongue once more. Then with Liz still holding onto his leg he raises his right arm upwards, his fingers curling into a claw. He throws this arm downward and white blasts of pyro trigger from all four ring post corners. Liz smiles wide and stands up, standing next to her man while Issac goes over to one turnbuckle and stands there like a stoic sentinel, the only thing he moves are his eyes as he stares down Greyson Blade with diabolical intent. Smoke rises around him from the blown pyro, making his visage even more cryptic, as Liz stares down Greyson. The lights come back up as the crowd buzzes watching Greyson pace like a caged tiger. Issac and Liz staring a hole through the Outlaw. Bryan Harris: If... Looks... could... kill. Jimmy Yates: I'm amazed this hasn't erupted, yet... and we STILL have another competitor to enter the arena Brilliant green spots begin circling the entrance way and elevated walkway as Voodoo dressed in trademark dreary black suit with complimenting vivid green undershirt walks out from the locker room. He sports a walking cane with a skull atop and an expensive looking wooden mask. The design of this wooden mask, unlike the one at Elevated Tensions, has silver and black crucifixes placed strategically over the crimson red devil. Jimmy Yates: Here comes the freak show. Alan Ducard: Are you daft? Issac is already in the ring, mate. Bryan Harris: He's got a point, Jimmy. Voodoo looks out to the crowd and points to the No Limits Championship in his hand and the crowd erupts in cheers. Suddenly he falls to one knee and points toward the entrance way with both the hand holding the No Limits Championship and cane cueing Cronos' trademark holy music, "Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin. Voodoo begins lifting his hands in a summoning motion as smoke begins to rise from the entrance way. Josephina Colbert: Making his way down the aisle is the No Limits Champion... Crrrronos…. Diamante!!! The first gong sound is heard and the arena goes pitch black. A red
spotlight focuses on the smoky entrance way and a green strobe light
begins it's trance as the tron turns on. A King of Spades is centered
on the screen with newly acquired spear drawn dripping with blood. The
crown now made of thorns covers the right eye of the skull head. Voodoo
continues to make the summoning motions and the smoke begins to Alan Ducard: What is going on now? The last time we saw that King of Spades it had swords and a silver crown. Why the change? Jimmy Yates: Who knows with these two. They change something every minute. Bryan Harris: Are you two that stupid? A crown of thorns and bloody spear is synonymous with crucifixion. Look at all those crucifixes on the new Devil mask! This can't bode well for Blade and Entragian. The second gong goes off and the "Honor Above All" logo underlines the bloodied spear. The summoning motions made by Voodoo become more intense and in the entrance way a body begins to rise from below the smoke as if it were being summoned from the depths of hell. Once the figure of Cronos Diamante has risen fully into a crucified stance, the heavy guitar riff practically blows out the public address system. Bryan Harris: SEE! Look at that stance!!! A devil screams across the tron breathing fire on the Spaded King and the Honor Above All. As the King's crown of thorns is engulfed in flames and Honor Above All trademark burns from the middle to top, Cronos Diamante steps out into the light wearing Desert Camouflage, "Honor Above All" T-shirt, and trademark combat boots with the exception that a new crucifix has been added to the front of his right boot spanning the length from his toe to where the laces begin. Cronos takes a few steps forward before looking back to the LEGACY Vision jumbotron as Voodoo drapes the title over his shoulder, when suddenly the entire collage shatters and four large crucifixes spread out from the far left of the tron to right and then in a theme of thorns around each letter "The Devil Lives!!!" slowly drops and fades away. Alan Ducard: Good God. This isn't good. Jimmy Yates: For once I agree with you on an issue with Cronos and his pal Voodoo. This isn't good at all. Bryan Harris: Guys… look at the boot. He's added another crucifix to it and it's on the front. It's probably for beating Issac. Cronos turns and lets a vile grin form on his face with nothing but
pure malice and hatred as it's intent. Cronos hands the belt back to
Voodoo and takes his shirt off and flings it into the crowd ready for Bryan Harris: What the hell was that? Jimmy Yates: You've got to be kidding me. Call me motion? That man is sick and demented. Alan Ducard: And Issac doesn't seem to like it one bit. Cronos ducks under the second rope and moves past the mammoth Ivory Plague, Issac Entragian, whose face has flushed red with anger. Jimmy Yates: Freak. Cronos holds the title up with both hands for all to see then hands it off to the referee who hands it down to the time keeper. Cronos smirks and turns around looking straight at Issac and only Issac. Alan Ducard: Look at that. More disrespect to The Outlaw. He doesn't even acknowledge his presence in the ring Bryan Harris: He better be careful with that. Blade already had him beat at the last Strife with The Killshot. Cronos turns to Blade in a "I forgot you were even here" manner then flips him off and gets in a fighting stance. Alan Ducard: The abridged story for how we got to this moment. Cronos Diamante defeated Issac Entragian at Elevated Tensions. Greyson Blade won the opportunity ladder match, and decided that he wanted a shot at the No Limits champion. Three incredible athletes. Three strong willed individuals. Three men who will stop at NOTHING to be the No Limits Champion. The referee gets in the middle issuing what little "guidelines" need to be issued for a No Limits match. He goes and pats down Greyson looking or sharp edges, Greyson looks annoyed, but politely keeps his arms out for the pat down. He then moves on to Cronos, who also looks perturbed, and finally gets to Issac. Issac stares menacingly at the referee, flicking his forked tongue as a form of intimidation. Alan Ducard: Issac not pleased with the referee wanting to inspect him. Bryan Harris: No doubt, its illegal search! Jimmy Yates: I bet the referee wants to make sure that big knee pad isn't concealing something that can LITERALLY disembowel someone. The referee finally is allowed to inspect Entragian, who begins goading Blade. As soon as the referee is done and is about to finish Issac turns to Liz and says something. She just looks at Blade and cackles and starts to step out of the ring, but this sets Blade off. He flies across the ring at full speed looking for a Killshot, but at the last second Issac moves and pulls the referee into Blade's way! Blade spears the ref with full force, unable to stop. The referee gets anihilated!!!! The referee falls back into the ropes, and then out to the elevated walkway, both of his shoes flying through the air! Crowd: Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy shit!! Blade looks down guiltily at the near unconcious referee, and then turns with venom towards Entragian. Alan Ducard: Oh.. my... He just speared the referee out of his shoes!!! Blade gets up and immediately begins to piston right hands into the 7 foot albino monster. Jimmy Yates: We don't have a referee. Bryan Harris: Blade should be disqualified!!! Jimmy Yates: Stop. He was going after Issac. Issac pulled the ref into Blade's way. The crowd stirs as another referee and a crew of trainers and EMT's come out to check on the down referee. The new referee jumps into the ring, and Cronos immediately tosses him the No Limits Belt and heads for Greyson and Issac. The ref calls for the bell... Alan Ducard: And we are OFFICIALLY underway! Cronos gets to Greyson who has driven Issac into the corner with right hands. Cronos begins laying boots to the albino monster. Alan Ducard: Cronos and Greyson immediately going two on one trying to eliminate Issac so they can go it one on one. Jimmy Yates: While Cronos and Greyson are far from friends... if there is ONE thing on this earth they can enjoy? Its their combined distaste for Issac Entragian. Both Greyson and Cronos grab a wrist and whip the big man across from the ring. Issac hits with authority. Then Greyson says something to Cronos. Cronos then grabs Greyson's wrist and whips HIM across the ring sending him crashing into Issac with a huge running splash. Greyson then side steps and here comes CRONOS... he also hits a huge splash. The two then grab the big man and hit a huge double suplex. Greyson quickly rolls on top of Issac looking for a quick pinfall. One... two-NO! Cronos shoves Greyson off of Entragian, and both men get up and get right in each other's grills. Alan Ducard: They're nose to nose. Bryan Harris: I knew it wouldn't last. Greyson shoves Cronos. Cronos shoves Greyson. Cronos with a double legged take down and begins firing rights and lefts into the side of Greyson's head. Greyson kicks Cronos off him. Both men get back to their feet. Greyson swings with a wild right, but Cronos ducks, and quickly grabs Greyson and rocks him back with a side russian leg sweep. He makes a cover.
Bryan Harris: Our first weapon of the match. As Entragian uses Cronos as a blunt instrument. Alan Ducard: And now what the bloody hell is the albino up to NOW? Entragian steps to the apron and ascends to the top rope as the crowd buzzes while Issac awaits someone to get to their feet... perched like a gargoyle... Both Cronos and Greyson stir and get to their knees and then up to their feet and Issac launches himself off the top rope clotheslining both men, all three crashing to the mat hard. Outside the ring Liz claps, cheering her man on, which draws BOOOO's from the crowd. Jimmy Yates: That's 7 feet... 300 plus off the top rope! Bryan Harris: That's an Albino Missile, right there! Entragian walks over to Cronos and attempts to drag the No Limits champ to his feet, but Cronos drives a shoulder into the rib cage. And another shoulder, which doubles Entragian over. He locks in a front face lock and drives Entragian down with a violent DDT. Cronos with a cover. One... Two... Thr-NO! Issac shoulders out, as he attempts to shake the cobwebs from that violent DDT, Cronos gets up and is leveled with a stiff clothesline from Greyson Blade. Blade Picks up Cronos, but Cronos counters with a quick boot to the gut, and slips behind him and hoists Greyson up into a torture rack. Alan Ducard: Cronos looking for Lucifer's Honor. Blade tries to squirm and fight his way out, as both men struggle they don't notice Issac who bounces off the far ropes and drives a huge big boot into Cronos sending Cronos down to the mat, and sends Blade down, hard, under the bottom rope and landing with a thud on the outside. The crowd "Oooooh's" as Issac looks down at his opponents attempting to figure which he wants to go after. He decides on Blade and heads to the outside, which brings further excitement from the crowd. Issac gets to the outside, scoops up Blade and drops him chest first across the barricade. He then picks him up by his legs, with his chest still across the barricade and drives three quick boots to the ribcage. Then in an impressive display of power he wheelbarrow suplexes Blade, with Blade's lower back landing across the edge or the apron violently. Jimmy Yates: Oh my. Bryan Harris: Hard to use the power that Greyson has if his ribs and lower back are weakened. Issac realizes this, and is looking to keep Greyson down for good! Issac delivers a few stomps for good measure, when he's rocked back with a baseball slide drop kick from Cronos who came out of no where. Cronos also on the outside now, grabs Issac and whips him hard into the corner post and ring steps. Issac's head nailing with a sickening thud. Liz rushes over to check on her man who as we get a good shot of has a small cut on his forehead from the force of that shot. Cronos smiles evilly, and looks down at Blade. He Drags Blde to his feet and looks to repeat the feat, but at the last moment Blade drops down and deliver's a drop toe hold that sends Cronos's head into the ring steps. Greyson then gets to his feet and looks to his two downed opponents, and jumps up on the apron. Climbs to the middle rope and launches himself with an elbow drop onto Issac, narrowly missing Liz and landing with a violent authority. Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade going off the middle turnbuckle and driving an elbow into the evil heart of Issac Entragian! Entragian writhes on the floor as Blade holds at his ribs and lower back. Bryan Harris: But at what expense? He's done just as much damage to himself! Cronos now back up comes over and drives two quick stomps into Entragian's torso. He then drags Blade up and nails him with a violent chop to the chest. He then begins to work over Blade's legs with a series of kicks, eventually launching into a series of kicks he calls "Countdown to Extinction". Blade, rocked, slumps back against the barricade. Cronos picks him up and belly to belly suplexes him on the floor. Cronos, gets Blade back up and rolls him into the ring following him. Cronos drags Blade into the center of the ring, drops a quick knee to the back, and then just as quickly locks in the Ne Han. Some of the crowd roars, some boo as Cronos wrenches back with his full nelson camel clutch. Alan Ducard: NE HAN!!! Middle of the ring! Jimmy Yates: This could be it! The crowd begins deuling chants of "Tap Blade Tap" and "Lets go Blade". The refere checks on Greyson who shakes him off and begins to drag himself to the ropes. He moves inch by inch, but Cronos notices this. Lets go of the move and jumps driving a violent double stomp to the back of Blade. He then drags him to the middle of the ring again, and once again locks in the Ne Han. Bryan Harris: No way can Greyson get out of this. No... what is Issac doing? Entragian slides into the ring and surveys the scene with a sneer. Unaware of Issac's presence Cronos wrenches back trying to get the Outlaw to submit. Liz goes to ring side, shoves Josephina Colbert off her chair violently. Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO! Alan Ducard: That Vile Wench! Liz then hands the folding chair to Issac who looks at it lovingly, licking it with his flicked tongue, before taking off full speed and CREAMING Cronos with the chair. Cronos falls to the mat limply as the hold is released. We see some blood pooling on the back of Cronos' head, and running down to his neck. The crowd boos mercilessly as Issac smiles grandly at his handiwork. He slams the chair down, flat on the mat, and looks at Cronos. He picks up the No Limits Champion and rocks him with a strong uppercut. He then hooks him in a front face lock, and standing over the chair delivers a nasty looking Jackhammer on Cronos onto the chair. He makes the cover! Bryan Harris: Hell's Mouth onto the chair. We have a NEW champ, fellas! One... Two... Thre-NO! NO! Alan Ducard: How in the hell did Cronos Diamante kick out of that?!?! Bryan Harris: Clearly that referee wasn't properly warmed up, as that three count was SLOW! Issac looks shocked, as we see a puddle of blood pooling beneath Cronos' head. Issac again makes a cover, this time hooking both legs. One... Two... th-NO! Cronos shoulders out again. Issac gets up and turns and is met with a thesz press from Greyson Blade. Blade reigns rights and lefts as the crowd erupts. Greyson drags the big man to his feet, and drives a couple fists into his jaw. He goes for a whip, and telegraphs a back body drop. Issac slows down and drives a boot to the midsection of the former world champion. Issac then buries another boot into Greyson's mid section doubling him over. He pulls him in stepping over his head, and hoists him up in an impressive display of power. Alan Ducard: Issac looking for a powerbomb. When Greyson gets all teh way up he begins to bury rights into Issac's face, and then pushes himself off. He lands on his feet jumps, grabs Issac's shoulders, and falls back driving his knees into Issac's face with a modified "Code Breaker". Greyson makes the cover. One... Two... Th-NO! Issac kicks out. Blade goes to the corner and squats looking for the Killshot, the crowd roaring in anticipation. As Issac slowly gets up Blade takes off, but Cronos who was struggling to get up, makes a quick lunge and drop toe hold's Greyson onto the folding chair that is still in the center of the ring. The Crowd instinctively boos. Cronos gets to his feet, and sets his eyes on Issac. He runs over and drives a knee into big man's midsection. He drives an european styled uppercut into the chest. Issac fires back with a right. Cronos answers with another knee to the ribs. Issac shoves him backwards and the meets him in the middle, but on the ring ropes and begin brawling. Greyson gets to his feet, and sees the two men brawling, and bounces off the ropes, and takes off towards them, and leaps driving an awkward, but forceful high cross body that sends all three men crashing over the top rope and to the elevated entrance ramp. Crowd: Holy SHIT! Holy SHIT! The three men lay there trying to recuperate, looking like the scene of a car crash. The first man to his feet, Greyson Blade. The second, Cronos Diamante, and teh two begin slugging it out on the entrance ramp. Greyson rocks Cronos with a right hand, and he comes dangerously close to the edge. The crowd "OOOOOhing" Greyson winds up and throws another right, but Cronos ducks it, and sends Cronos reeling to the other side of the ramp with a right hand. Now its Greyson who's dangerously close to the edge. Cronos takes a step back and is looking for a high kick to send Greyson off the entrance way. Blade senses this and drives a shoulder into the ribcage of Diamante. He then scoops him up over his shoulder and leaps off the ramp powerslamming him to the floor. Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! HOly SHIT! Alan Ducard: A high risk taken by Blade there. Bryan Harris: A stupid risk, if you ask me! Blade slowly gets up and rolls back into the ring. Issac is also up and is walking to the ropes, Blade comes to meet him with a right hand, but Issac blocks. grabs Blade's head and snaps his throat across the top rope. Greyson snapping back into the ring. Issac steps over the top rope, and stalks Greyson. He drags the Outlaw to his feet whips him off the ropes, turns and when Greyson gets to him, launches himself backwards with a bicycle kick that LEVELS Blade.
Issac makes the cover. One... Two...
Alan Ducard: How is Cronos Diamante still walking?? Jimmy Yates: Pure determination. The crowd roars as Cronos looks down drags Issac up to his feet, scoops him up looking for Lucifer's Honor, starting with the Torture Rack. The flash bulbs going off while Cronos screams and drives Issac down into the DVD. Cronos collapses on top of Issac. One... Two... Thre-NO!! Greyson with a boot. Now HE covers Issac. One... Two... Th-NO! Issac gets a shoulder out. Greyson struggles to his feet, as does Cronos who is using the ropes for assistance. Greyson runs at the No Limits champ and violently clotheslines him over the top rope, sending him crashing to the outside. Issac is climbing the ropes, looking to fly one more time, Greyson turns and sees this, as Issac launches himself Blade launches HIMSELF and obliterates Issac Entragian with the Killshot with the added force of Issac jumping off the top rope and greyson jumping up to meet him. Greyson hitting the spear with enough authority that it almost sent him crashing out of the ring. The two crash to the mat violently. Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade with a rush, here. Looking to end this bout, right. NOW! Jimmy Yates: Killshot! Killshot! One... Two... Cronos up to the apron trying to get in there to interupt the count. THREE!!!! The bell rings and Greyson rolls off of Issac as Josephina Colbert gets into the ring. The referee gets the No Limits Title and hands it to Greyson. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match... and... NEEEEWWWWW No Limits Champion. THE OOOOOOUUUUUUTTTTTTLLLAAAAAWWWWWW..... GREYSON BLADE!!!! Outlaw torn rocks the arena as Blade hoists the title above his head. Alan Ducard: The Outlaw attains the goal he set forth for himself on his return, and now he's atop the No Limits Division. Jimmy Yates: And in the process, he shows the world once again just how tough he can be, reclaiming his Outlaw toughness... and this could be a very big thing for the No Limits Division here in LEGACY. Bryan Harris: I'll admit it, Greyson Blade has been one of the most successful individuals in the past two years here in LEGACY, but now that he's done this... now that he's decided to reclaim is fame by proving what he can do in the No Limits Division? He'll never be the same mainstream kinda guy ever again. |
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