4 . 13 . 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 Ron Bailey walking down subway steps. FLASH - Greyson Blade jumping into a black jeep. FLASH - El Chupacabra standing on the edge of a building, looking over the city streets, the tag titles on their waists. FLASH - Crash sitting in a limo withthe Diabolik, including Jake Dominion... they all surround him with evil smirks. 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" Chris Turner fighting the Canuckin' Cowboys, as he's getting brutalized Damien Black erupts from the back. "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 Issac Entragian. 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. Flash to Jake And Crash celebrating Crash's world title win. " And I need something more" Justin Moreno hoisting the Tao of Valor... becomes Ron Bailey being handed the ToV. "To keep on breathing for" Greyson spears Issac. Greyson with the NO Limits title. "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, he stops to talk to Katsuro Yoshida, which 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" Ron Bailey standing, confidently, with the Tao of Valor draped over his shoulder. " To keep on breathing for" El Chupacabra hoisting their tag titles for the world to see. " So give me something to believe" Greyson Blade hoisting his No Limits title, with quiet intensity. " 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 Loco Martinez. " What am I waiting for Rocky Stellar standing atop the entrance ramp, and then we explode into the chorus: " Oh...." " So give me something to believe Greg Allocca and X-Calibur battling surrounded by fire. The Canuckin' Cowboys executing a double-team maneuver in the ring. Ron Bailey locks someone into a strong submission. Derek Shane 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. Adam Davis nailing a double underhook powerbomb. "And I need something more" An empty Legacy ring. " To keep on breathing for" Crash's limo shows up. Greyson pulls up in his Jeep. El Chupacabra stroll up with Hannah Perez. Ron Bailey walking up the steps from the subway, through the steam. They all reach the arena, with their respective championships. "So give me something to believe" and waiting for them? ... The entirity of the Legacy roster stands there. Waiting. Hungry. The Gang's All Here
As the opening video ends, we don’t go to the recap position as usual for an episode of STRIFE, but rather we go backstage where we see a stretch Hummer limousine enter the arena and park. The live crowd can be heard warming up as they see the car via the LEGACY Vision Jumbotron. The driver steps out and walks to the back door and opens it. The boos start rolling in as Big Lou steps out, holding an ivory walking cane in his hand which matches his off-white suit and tie. His dress shirt matches not only the car and the outfit of the chauffer, but also the shirt worn by Gryffin Anselm, who steps out behind the Diabolik’s financier. The red dress worn by Jessica Stevens as she exits the limo matches the same hue as the “D” we’ve become accustomed to seeing on Gryffin’s shirt. Jimmy Yates: Well look who it is… Alan Ducard: These fans are obviously not happy to be seeing The Diabolik here tonight, not after what transpired at FORGED BY FIRE. Bodyguards Tino and Giovanni follow Gryffin’s girlfriend out of the limo, each wearing their typical black suits. With his trademark gold warm-up suit on, James Win is next to exit the car, a huge grin on his face. Next out, wearing the Diabolik signature shirt and the LEGACY World Championship belt over his shoulder is Crash, causing an increase in the intensity of the crowd’s booing. After a moment, Jake Dominion exits the vehicle, straightening the signature Diabolik shirt he’s wearing, then popping a smirk on his face as the booing intensity grows even louder. The group walks down the hall, not stopping to talk to anyone, and not ten seconds after they had all exited the limousine, they walk through the Gorilla position. Bryan Harris: All of you who have been asking “Why?”, it looks like you’re not going to have to wait any longer to get that answer! The footage switches over to a shot from inside the arena bowl where you can see the looks on the faces of most of the members of the crowd. “The Mirror” by Dream Theater hits the speakers and Gryffin Anselm is the first of the group to step through the curtain, but he’s soon followed by the rest of the gang, with Big Lou and Jake Dominion walking out last. The eight individuals make their way down the ramp, with the crowd yelling at them as they walk towards the ring. Alan Ducard: Give them credit, for all the noise these fans are sending their way, The Diabolik are mostly ignoring the crowd, with the one exception being James Win, who is mocking just about everyone he passes. Jimmy Yates: This whole thing… Jake… Crash now having the belt… it’s making me sick. Bryan Harris: Get used to it, Jimbo, ‘cause as hard as people are going to try, it’s going to take a Herculean effort to do any significant damage to The Diabolik, let alone get the belt from Crash. Having entered the ring, Gryffin walks across to the far corner and reaches through the ropes, being handed a couple microphones from Josephina Colbert. Walking back to the middle of the ring, Gryffin looks over the crowd, waiting for the rest of The Diabolik to join him in the center of the ring, handing the second microphone over to Crash. Seeing the dejected looks o the faces of individuals young and old, the grin on Gryffin’s face gets even bigger. With everyone in the middle of the ring, the music fades under, and with almost a laugh in his voice, Anselm addresses the quieting crowd, some of whom are still booing. Gryffin Anselm: So from what I hear… some of you weren’t happy with the final minutes of FORGED BY FIRE… The booing intensifies back to the level it started at when The Diabolik came through the curtain, and Gryffin stops talking. The laughing he suppresses forces his grin to get a lot bigger. Other members of the Diabolik in the ring aren’t hiding their pride in what they accomplished, their pleasure over how the fans are reacting to what they did. The camera briefly shows Crash, his hand on the faceplate of the LEGACY World Championship on his shoulder. Gryffin Anselm: Good! This… this is how we knew you’d react when you finally discovered that all this time, we’d been playing you all like FOOLS! The intensity of the booing pours in from all over the arena, making it impossible for anyone to speak over them, so Gryffin stops, steps back and lets out a quick chuckle, then looks to the World Champion to continue. Crash adjusts his handle on the World's Heavyweight Title, then speaks. Crash: This belt here is the culmination of a plan played out to perfection. Crash adjusts the belt once more for show. There’s a low level of boos which starts to roll in. Crash: I know that a lot of you don't want to believe what your seeing. Even in your most perverse, deranged fantasies or wildest dreams, you'd never expect to see Crash and Jake Dominion standing in the same ring as Gryffin Anselm and James Win, brothers-in-arms, now did you? Crash smiles as the boos come back again and get a little louder than a moment ago. Crash: Well begin to accept things for what they are and believe, because it's here now and there is nothing that anybody can do now to save any of you. Crash's grin grows wider now and the booing gets louder. Crash: Right now, you've got the four best wrestlers in LEGACY aligned. You've seen the resurgence of a movement that I helped create years ago, that Gryffin Anselm became a fan of. Some may call us a gang or hell, I've even called this an army, but this has always been a movement. A movement where the best cannot be held back from what they're destined to take. This is what happens when the four best wrestlers in LEGACY decide to put their differences aside and get their just due. We set the wheels in motion over a year ago and no one even saw this coming! The boo's reign in, but Crash is enjoying this too much. Crash: Any of you retards out there who saw The D in their previous incarnations, you should've known this was possible. The Diabolik philosophy has always been one of loyalty to one's self, others of the same talent and nature, and taking what rightfully belongs to them. All four men that you see here fit right into those statements. Me and Jake have always been friends. Gryffin and James have always been friends. We've all been raised in hard, tough cities. We've all been World Champions. We've all been main event wrestlers in past organizations and we've all ultimately taken what we've wanted. See... We all got tired of just waiting around for this or that. We wanted what we felt was our and we took it. It took a year of meticulous planning, but we've gotten what we want and we aren't going to lose it now. Crash looks over at Jake and the fans show their disdain for Jake, getting louder and louder as Dominion fakes confusion, a grin breaking through. Jake Dominion: What? You can't possibly tell me you are all surprised? Oh, you are? Of course you are. Let me clue you all in, this wonderful business plan went into action back at Advent Empire when I helped my dear friend Eric Wolfson capture the LEGACY World Tag Team Titles. You all hated us because we destroyed your beloved Revenge of the Nerds but it was whatever. The Old School Kings were on top of the tag team division and loving every minute of it. During this time leading up to our title reign and beyond, Eric slowly started being late to shows, not returning my phone calls, barely making it to events on time… and that’s when I received a phone call from Big Lou, who is more of a genius than any of you could ever comprehend. I met with him for dinner one night, he told me about the basics of his plan, and we mapped out my involvement in the whole Diabolik re-incarnation. Slowly Jake starts nodding. Jake Dominion: So after capturing the tag team titles, this plan continued beautifully when Eric's ankle was shattered backstage after the tag titles changed hands at Brick by Brick in a match where Wolfson was trying really hard to win and not let me down, but it was too late. Wolfson and I will always be friends, like brothers, but this was all business… and business-wise - his actions had already let me down. The seeds had been planted and the hints had been dropped, but did any of you pick up on them? Jake flashes his trademark smirk as he hands Gryffin the mic. Gryffin Anselm: Since that tag title match, there have been some times where Jake has been in this ring with one or more of us, and in those encounters most people would say that they saw a hell of a fight. All you all saw was a couple of dogs locking up, playing around, and whenthe situation called for it… injuries were faked. From an outsider’s vantage point, I’m sure most of it looked brutal, but I can assure you that The Diabolik has been a family all along, getting in some good healthy sparring while pretending to hate each other. Crash nods. Crash: The cage match was pretty brutal, but to be honest, it was a lot of fun for both me and Jake, because we'd never wrestled one another before. It went pretty good though, y'know? Crash's arrogance disgusts the fans in attendance. Crash: Jake won that coin toss and was definitely
going to take the World Heavyweight Title for The D, but Diego de Cardenas
ruined all that. Diego's a smart guy, no doubt. I figured with me coming
to the ring at STRIFE 27 and all of Diego's stuff, I figured in the
end, that my boy Jake would be able to fend off Jake reaches over towards Gryffin and gets handed the mic. Jake Dominion: As a result of Diego f*cking up our plan, Big Lou had asked me to take a step back and get some revenge on him at Elevated Tensions. And as much as you all know I want the World Title, there is always a bigger plan, so I gladly stepped aside opening the way for my brutha Crash to step up and take the belt from Loco. Jake reaches over and taps the faceplate of the World Title. Jake Dominion: I knew I had to do this because it was clear that Diego was going to be involved in my business until there was some closure and we couldn't allow him to f*ck up our plan even more. We had come so close, we weren't gonna let some miniscule cock-a-roach screw anything more up. And besides, it was my pleasure to beat him into the ground, although his bitch wasn't too happy with the Iced Out greeting… A huge smile shows up on Jake’s face. Gryffin Anselm: That four-man tournament the front office set up where everybody but Rawlings was a Diabolik member? Gryffin almost starts laughing. Gryffin Anselm: Yeah, that was a great set-up for us, and although the plans we set up got changed up a little bit, we figured it out, we manipulated X-Calibur into putting the tokens on the line, and then we put the pieces into place as Jake “suggested” to the front office that he might be a good Special Guest Referee at FORGED BY FIRE, and look how things worked out. Before any of the members of The Diabolik can continue, the opening chords from Deep Purple’s “Smoke on the Water” begin to play over the speakers. Each of the individuals in the ring turn their attention to the top of the ramp, knowing who is about to show up. Jimmy Yates: Wait a minute, isn’t that Rob Belote’s theme music?! Bryan Harris: What in the hell is he doing here tonight?! He only shows up for pay per views and the occasional SuperCard! Jimmy Yates: Don’t tell me he’s the next member of The Diabolik, ‘cause I swear, if that happens, I’ll quit right here and now! Alan Ducard: I don’t believe that’s it, Jimmy. After FORGED BY FIRE was over, I saw LEGACY’s owner backstage, and he was not pleased in the slightest with the transpirings from the World Title match, and I’m positive he wasn’t faking it. Sure enough, Rob Belote steps out onto the stage with a microphone in his hand, and the crowd begins cheering, pleased that someone’s going to quiet the men in the ring. Once he gets to the top of the entrance ramp, LEGACY’s owner raises his empty hand to acknowledge the ovation from the crowd, and as his music fades under, he lifts the mic. Rob Belote: Wow, so right now I’m producing a show in which people are standing in the ring I purchased two years ago, calling me a fool, calling the guys in the back fools, calling LEGACY fans all over the world fools. Pausing for a moment, Rob watches as most of the guys in the ring (and Jessica Stevens) get something resembling a smirk on their faces. Rob Belote: Well I’m not happy about it, and I’m not just going to stand back and let it happen! The fans begin cheering again, and Rob waits for the reaction to die down before he continues. Rob Belote: Anyone waiting for me to strip Crash of the World Title… it’s not going to happen. A small portion of the crowd starts booing, and you can tell from the look on his face that Rob expected that some people might not be happy about his decision. Rob Belote: The referee’s decision is final, so Crash, you get to hold on to that belt…for now. I won’t be handing it back to Loco Martinez tonight… I believe champions should have to earn their belts not have them handed to them, but Crash? Over the next few weeks, you’re going to EARN that belt! As you already know, each of the matches you might have in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament are going to be World Title matches, starting with Crazy Boy tonight… and possibly ending tonight if Crazy Boy beats you to move on to the second round, taking that belt with him! The crowd cheers at that announcement. Rob Belote: Trust me, I hand picked Crazy Boy to fight you here tonight in the main event knowing full well that he might be able to take the belt from you. He’s done extraordinarily well for himself the past couple months here in LEGACY, and if you care to look back at other places Crazy Boy has worked, you’ll see that he’s more than capable of carrying a championship belt around his waist! Crash pats the faceplate on the World Title and mouths “It’s staying right here on MY shoulder”. Rob Belote: Now there’s a chance you COULD make it to the next pay per view with the belt in your possession, though, with the talent in the Hawkins this year, I doubt you’ll be able to win the four matches it would take to do that, especially with the extra scrutiny you’ve all got on you now that we know the lengths you’re willing to go… But there’s another surprise in store as well. The excitement level amongst the live crowd intensifies. Rob Belote: Regardless of who holds the belt at that time, at the next pay per view we’re having a match the likes of which I have not produced in about seven years. Captains will be picked… teams will be formed… and one by one, people will come to the ring at random at ninety second intervals. Pinfalls or submissions will cause a individual to be eliminated… and until the match comes down to the final five participants, once a team captain is eliminated… the entire team is eliminated! I call it the Co-op Challenge… and the winner? The last man left in the match? He walks away with the World Championship belt! The crowd pops at the announcement, but Rob signals that there’s more. Rob Belote: And to show how much I respect Dave Hawkins, another prize is being added to what’s at stake with the tournament this year. The finals of the tournament is being held as the opening match of the upcoming pay per view, with the winner becoming the final entrant into Co-op Challenge, regardless of whether their team captain has been eliminated from the match!! The crowd pops again, and this time, Rob lets their reaction fade a bit before he continues. Rob Belote: So as far as I’m concerned, you guys might’ve screwed Loco Martinez out of that belt… you may have weaseled your way into the top spot in the LEGACY rankings… but it’s only a matter of time before someone else becomes the next LEGACY World Champion! Rob turns his attention solely to Jake. Rob Belote: Mr. Dominion, it’s not a coincidence that you’re wrestling first tonight, and since you’re already dressed up in your ring gear, you might as well stay out here while the rest of your buddies watch from the back, because your match… is about to start! Jake shrugs his shoulders and motions to Belote to send Moreno out now. The rest of the Diabolik head out of the ring as Jake starts stretching. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match Justin Moreno vs Jake Dominion Alan Ducard: The night got off to a frustrating start with The Diabolik coming out to the ring and being braggarts, but after we heard what Rob Belote had to say, the fans got increasingly more hope of things to come, and what a better match to start with than Justin Moreno – one of the fan favorite underdogs, taking on the newest man to draw the fan’s ire – Jake Dominion. Jimmy Yates: Something to note about this match, it’s a rematch of the semi-final match from a year ago in the first Hawkins Memorial Tournament, a match that Justin Moreno won, by the way. Bryan Harris: Don’t think Jake Dominion has forgotten about that match, either. There’s no doubt in my mind that the moment Jake saw J-Mo’s name as his first round opponent, he started salivating and thought back to “the one that got away in 2007”. Alan Ducard: In fairness, quite a lot has happened since then for both of these individuals. A year ago if you had told me that Justin Moreno was going to be part of a World Title match at the main event of a pay per view, I would’ve been hesitant to believe you, but now? Much different story. Bryan Harris: Yeah, though don’t forget that in his last match, J-Mo lost the Tao of Valor Title, and the last couple people to let go of that strap had a rough time getting momentum back. Jimmy Yates: With Jake Dominion and basically The Diabolik standing across the ring from him, it’s a tough spot for Moreno to be in. Bryan Harris: Of course it is. Jake Dominion is a guy who could very easily be the World Champion right now. He’s got the talent. He’s been there before. He’ll be there again, and anyone who likes Moreno’s chances to be a victorious underdog is kidding themselves. Start : Footage from the Match Blocking the left hand thrown in by Moreno, Dominion steps in and connects with one of his own, rocking Justin back. Sending a quick kick into Justin’s gut, Jake steps in as Moreno is doubled over, grabs J-Mo by the head and then drops him right downward with a DDT. Bryan Harris: Justin Moreno just realized that he’s got his hands full. Jimmy Yates: No more than a year ago when these two met. Justin was up for the challenge then, and I think he’s up for the challenge tonight, too. Alan Ducard: Dominion not anywhere near done with Moreno, he pulls Justin right back up to his feet. Justin Moreno staggers back a step as Jake Dominion hits him with a right hand. A second one keeps Moreno on his heels. A kick to the chest from Dominion drops Justin flat on his back. Dropping to a knee and putting his foot near Justin’s head, and then with a grin on his face, Jake drives his fist down into Moreno’s forehead. A second one follows, and then a third, which is followed shortly thereafter by a fourth, and then a fifth. Jimmy Yates: Would you look at the expression on Jake’s face? He’s quickly becoming one of my least favorite people on this roster. Bryan Harris: So what? Jake Dominion loves his job. Is that such a crime? Letting go of Justin’s head, Jake gets up to his feet and wipes a little bit of blood off of his knuckles, then walks over and wipes the excess blood onto the top turnbuckle. Alan Ducard: What is happening right now is exactly why the fans like to cheer for Justin Moreno. Even though he’s bleeding from the forehead profusely now, he’s trying to find a way to get back to his feet. Bryan Harris: And the reaction that Jake Dominion is giving him is all anyone needs to know about this situation. He’s laughing, as well he should be! Moreno doesn’t know when to stay down! Hunched over slightly, Justin tries to regain his vertical base. Jake walks over, a huge grin on his face, and he reaches out and grabs Moreno by the hair and lifts him straight up. Lifting his arm violently, Justin musters enough strength to throw Dominion’s hand away from his head. Amused by the fight still left in his opponent, Dominion laughs, turning around and facing the jeers from the live crowd pouring in from all around. Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe he thinks this is funny! As Dominion turns around to once again face his opponent, Justin Moreno turns his back on Jake, then suddenly throws himself backwards, his feet up into the air and he connects with a Pele kick!! Alan Ducard: What a move by Justin Moreno!!! Shaking some of his cobwebs, Justin walks over and stomps down onto Jake’s chest, making him cough, trying to catch his breath. Moreno grabs him by the wrist, pulling as hard as he can to bring Jake up to his feet, and then Justin immediately takes a couple steps back, sending Jake hard into the corner. Bryan Harris: That’s right, Moreno, take a moment to catch your breath and regroup, because this might be the last chance you’ve got! Alan Ducard: It looks like Jame Dominion is complaining about having something in his eye… Jimmy Yates: Don’t fall for it, Klinton! He’s faking it! As the referee sees that Dominion is fine, he takes a step away, leaving Jake in the corner to fend for himself. Having gained a second (or third) wind, Moreno runs towards the ropes near Jake, leaps, springs up off the second rope, springs upwards, flying towards Jake Dominion. Spinning around and throwing his legs out in front of himself, but he doesn’t notice when Jake pulls the referee into the corner, leaving Klinton Porter to take the brunt of the impact. Bryan Harris: What in the hell is Moreno thinking, attacking an official like that?! Alan Ducard: There’s no way Justin could’ve known that the referee was in the corner… Jake Dominion pulled him in just a moment before Moreno connected with the dropkick! Before Moreno can get to his feet, Jake Dominion hops up onto the second rope, then hops off, dropping the back of his leg across the back of Justin’s neck, driving him right back down to the mat. Instead of getting to his feet, however, Jake rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Jimmy Yates: Oh where the hell is Jake going now?! Bryan Harris: You know damn well where he’s going, Jimbo. Heading straight for the time keeper’s table, Dominion displaces the man who rings the bell, taking the steel chair and folding it up, then walking around and making his way up the steel steps to reenter the ring. Before he steps between the ropes, the crowd begins cheering. Alan Ducard: It’s Cronos Diamante!! Bryan Harris: What the hell is he doing out here/! Jimmy Yates: Come on, Bryan, you know damn well what he’s doing out here. Before he even gets into the ring, Jake sees Cronos charging towards him, now at the bottom of the ramp. Not sure what to do, Jake gets into the ring and tries to set himself up for defense. Before Dominion realizes it, Cronos is not only in the ring, but on his feet. Jake tries to swing the chair, but Cronos throws a kick to Dominion’s gut, taking all the power out of the chair as it brushes into Diamante’s shoulder. Bryan Harris: This is grounds for disqualification, somebody award the match to Dominion!! Alan Ducard: I don’t believe that’s ever going to happen! Reaching up, Cronos takes the chair from Jake and simply heads over and exits the ring. Jake gets up from his knees and looks to Moreno, who is starting to get up himself. Dominion takes Justin by the wrist and whips him across the ring into the ropes. Hitting the ropes with his chest, J-Mo dives backwards with a back handspring, leaping up off the mat when his feet tough to end the gymnastic move, and he springs up, spins around and sends a roaring forearm into the jaw of Jake Dominion, dropping him to the mat. Having set up a chair on the outside, Cronos leads the cheers of the crowd. Jimmy Yates: Incredible move by Moreno, and he caught Jake Dominion just right on the jaw, and I’m not sure if Jake is going to be able to get up! Bryan Harris: Wait, is Moreno headed for the top rope?! What an idiot! He has a very good chance to win this match if he just stays in on the attack, but if he goes for something high risk and fails… he’s as good as dead! Once steadied on the top rope, Moreno sizes up his opponent, then flips forwards, spins around more than once and connects with his 450 splash. Alan Ducard: That’s it! Extreme Measures! Jimmy Yates: Klinton Porter lifts his head, sees the pinfall attempt… One… TWO…!! THREE!!! The bell rings and the crowd explodes in cheers! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall… JUSTIN…. Moooooooooooooreno!!!! Alan Ducard: I don’t think many people would’ve predicted this! Justin Moreno victorious over Jake Dominion in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament for the second year in a row! Jimmy Yates: After the way things are getting started, you kinda get the idea that this tournament is going to be crazy! Both Klinton Porter and Justin Moreno finally get to their feet, and the referee raises J-Mo’s hand into the air, and Justin looks like he can barely believe that he was victorious. As he exits the ring, Justin gives a high five to Cronos Diamante, who remains at ringside. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match John Iley vs Cronos Diamante Alan Ducard: After having to sit through the opening words from The Diabolik before getting to the first match of the night, the fans didn’t have to wait at all to get to the second match, because Cronos was still at ringside after his involvement in the opener, ready to go for his match with John Iley. Jimmy Yates: I don’t know whether it’s because this is a tournament match, or whether it’s because of the outcome of the first match, but the fans were very excited all throughout this second match. Bryan Harris: These Los Angeles fans are definitely crazy, because it’s not like the match between these two was heated. They don’t have any problems with one another. They’re more likely to be tag team partners than probably any other two guys in this tournament! Alan Ducard: You make a very valid point, Bryan, but there doesn’t always need to be personal hatred betwixt two individuals to make for a good match, especially when the stakes are as high as they are in this match. Jimmy Yates: There’s tons going on tonight, so instead of talking more about John Iley and Cronos Diamante, let’s get to the match footage. Start : Footage from the Match Ducking underneath a haymaker, John Iley swings and hits a shot to Cronos’ ribs, then he stands right up and throws his arms around Cronos’ head and arm from the side. John then pivots around and swings his opponent over, dropping Cronos down onto his shoulder. Alan Ducard: Great suplex there by Iley! Bryan Harris: Wow, what a surprise, I can’t believe you’re impressed by your “fellow countryman”… Moving around to get near Diamante’s head, John Iley pulls Cronos into a headlock and then slams his knee into Cronos’ head. As he sends a second one in, John hops up a bit, connecting and then hitting the mat for extra impact. Swinging around, it starts to look like John is going to go for a swinging neckbreaker of some sort, but instead Iley just drops to his knees and wrenches Cronos backwards, pulling his head over his shoulder. Jimmy Yates: What kind of crazy submission hold is that?! Alan Ducard: It’s creative, whatever you want to call it, but it doesn’t look like it’s going to last… Bryan Harris: Nope! Cronos pulls Iley’s arm off from around his chin, and both of these guys are going to get back to their feet… As both men regain a vertical base, Iley tries to lock up, but Diamante blocks the attempt. Cronos uses his superior strength and height to shoot an elbow into Iley’s chin, reeling him back after a series of failed lock-up attempts. Cronos follows through, and snags Iley around the waist, pulling him in and pivoting a foot for a go behind waist lock. Momentarily stunned by Cronos’ abrupt quickness Iley searches for a way out of his clutches. Cronos then strategically places a foot in front of Iley’s left foot, which trips him up and allows all of Cronos’ weight to bring Iley down stomach-first onto the canvas. Alan Ducard: Solid technical wrestling here by Cronos! Jimmy Yates: Which, to some, may sound out of place since Cronos has been a major fixture in the No Limits division for a little while now. Bryan Harris: Good call, Jimbo. Despite the outlandish tendencies he’s displayed as the No Limits Champion, he does have some actual mat skills. Any colleague of his that has stood toe to toe with him in the ring can attest to that. Smothering Iley with his dead weight, Cronos tries to lock on a rear-naked choke, half-guillotine from a rear mount position. Iley manages to block Cronos’ hand from interlocking with his other though, which prevents the painful submission hold from being properly applied. Seeing no opportunity from the current position, Cronos immediately switches things up by jamming his knees in the back of Iley’s neck. Reaching for the left leg, Cronos pulls back on the knee cap with an adjusted half-crab, stylized painfully in an MMA standard. Alan Ducard: My fellow countryman sure looks to be in a bad way here! Bryan Harris: Your “mate” might have no choice but to tap here if he’s not careful. Cronos throws some short but stiff (and effective) punches at the knee cap with his free hand which causes Iley to agonize with loud grunts. Jimmy Yates: Man, this is one thing about Cronos’ style. The awkwardness of his ground game can bewilder the best of them. Iley looks like he’s completely lost! Not giving Iley a window of opportunity to get comfortable and search for an escape, Cronos again turns around with all of his dead weight pinning Iley stomach-first on the canvas. Cronos then sits up and attempts to lock in both of his hands around Iley’s shoulder blades for a full-nelson, but Iley senses the danger and starts wriggling his way to his knees. Cronos manages to lock in a half-nelson for a split second before he is flipped over onto his back with a nicely executed snapmare. Alan Ducard: Excellent counter! Bryan Harris: This entire match has been an uphill battle for Iley. But, you have to wonder if Cronos is spending a lot of energy keeping Iley grounded. Jimmy Yates: I think he is. He looks like he’s getting tired. Bryan Harris: I bet he’s regretting coming out to help Moreno in the first match! Old man wore himself out running to the ring, and he hasn’t recovered yet! Jimmy Yates: That’s an exaggeration. Iley immediately seizes Cronos with a chin-lock, but not before he pastes his forehead with numerous forearm shots. Wrenching back on the cleft of Cronos’ jaw, Iley digs into Cronos’ spine with his knee. Alan Ducard: Blimey! Now Iley has grounded Cronos! Cronos manages to get to one knee, forcing Iley to transition into a standing side headlock. As soon as he does this, Cronos grabs Iley by the side of his waist, lifts him up into the air, and then drives him down to the canvas with a thunderous side suplex! Bryan Harris: Very nice counter by Cronos, I think he half-landed on his neck on that with that one! Jimmy Yates: Cronos has the cover.. One! Two! Iley kicks out emphatically, showing no signs of slowing up just yet. Cronos takes a moment to rest, which gives Iley enough time to recuperate as well. Cronos sees Iley standing up and makes his way over, signals something to the crowd and brings Iley to his feet. Cussing at the referee for still being down Cronos sets Iley up between his legs as if he were going for a powerbomb. At the same time he lifts him up into the air, Diabolik bodyguard Tino comes sprinting down the aisle way with a baseball bat in his hand. Alan Ducard: What the hell is Tino doing out here?! Jimmy Yates: I don’t know but it can’t be good. Pushing up underneath Iley’s arms, he holds him in the air for his patented crucifix powerbomb. Before he can slam him to the mat, Tino rolls into the ring, holds either end of the bat in his hands, dives, and connects with the thick end of the baseball bat directly across the former No Limits Champion’s nose. Cronos goes down like a ton of bricks, with Iley’s weight falling directly on top of him. Tino grabs the referee by his hair and actually pulls him towards Cronos and Iley. Just as quick as he entered the scene, Tino drops the baseball bat outside of the ring and flees into the audience so as to avoid any repercussions from the boys or security in the back. Alan Ducard: I am... appalled. That was sickening! Bryan Harris: Drop the bat, take the canolli! With the referee harshly revived, he looks around at the ruins of chaos in the ring. Not seeing alternative, he slowly administers the count. One... Two... Three. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match and advancing to the second round... JOHN... ILEY! As Josephina makes the announcement, Gryffin Anselm slowly saunters down to the ring where John Iley is just then coming to and realizing that something terrible just happened. Slipping out of the ring, Iley stumbles to one knee, still feeling the effects of that vicious flying knee to the face delivered by Cronos moments ago. Gryffin however, bypasses Iley, and slips into the ring under the bottom rope. Alan Ducard: Look at that piece of crap! He’s come to survey his own damage! Gryffin gets down on his knees beside Cronos, who is gushing blood from a large gash on the dislocated bridge of his nose. Smiling, Gryffin simply pats the man on the cheek, whispering something inaudible. Bryan Harris: Cronos should’ve been more careful in making an enemiy out of Gryffin Anselm. He underestimated this guy, and now he’s paid the price. Jimmy Yates: As much as I hate to admit it, I actually agree with you, Bry. Cronos just might’ve picked the wrong battle here in LEGACY. Gryffin then stands up, and flicks a little bit of blood off of his finger tips down onto Cronos’ large, laid out, and severely unconscious frame. Questions and Answers
The scene heads to the backstage area near the wrestler entrance, and based on some of the commotion around the doorway, it’s obvious that someone has just arrived at the arena, and based on the presence of Rob Belote, that someone must be of note. The camera shot zooms in further on the scene and we find The Outlaw with his bag at his side, The No Limits Title over his shoulder, looking over a clip board given to him by one of the road agents. Belote approaches The Outlaw, and his voice draws his attention from the schedule. Rob Belote: Greyson, glad you to see you here tonight, even though you weren’t scheduled to be on the card. The Outlaw eyes up Belote, and then gives Rob a half-smile as he replies. The Outlaw: Yep, I just couldn’t stay away, especially with The Hawkins Tournament beginning tonight, which strangely enough isn’t including me. Now, knowing the kind of fighter and man that Dave was, it seems a little … strange … that I’m not scheduled to compete in the tournament yet you have slime like Ron Bailey, cheats like Derek Shane and Stephen Rawlings, and both the men I beat at Forged by Fire are getting the chance to win a tournament designed in honor of The Designated Hitter. Someone in booking and promotion not happy with the second Killshot on Eli Storm? Rob Belote: Actually, your non-participation in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament is one of the reasons I’m here tonight. I wanted to talk with you to make sure that there’s no confusion. That fact that you aren’t participating in the tournament has NOTHING to do with what happened with Eli Storm or the fact that we were forced to find Moreno a new opponent for the Tao of Valor match with the fallout of what happened between you and Eli. In fact, I’m happy to consider what happened between you two as you just settling the debt Eli Storm had with you. The Outlaw nods, but you can tell from the look on his face that if a “punishment” wasn’t the reason he wasn’t in the tournament, then he’s quite interested in what the reason actually is. Robe Belote: Here’s the thing … I don’t want any of the matches in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament to be No Limits matches. You know from being in the ring with Dave, that No Limits simply wasn’t his style. That’s not the type of competitor Dave was, and I don’t want the tournament to not reflect the man that Hawkins was. That said, DH was always a fighting champion, so if a champion is in the tournament, I want each of their matches to be a championship match. Since you're the No Limits Champion, you can't very well defend your belt in a match that isn't No Limits rules. The Outlaw gives Rob a pensive look for a moment, and then responds. The Outlaw: Alright Rob, I can buy your reasoning from the stand point of my being No Limits Champion and this not being any sort of backlash for how I dealt with Eli Storm. However, given that Dave is a man of integrity and character, and you want this tournament to be a reflection of the way he did business in the ring I find it unnerving as I said that you have some of the biggest slime and cheats in LEGACY let alone the business getting the chance to compete. So let me tell you Rob, I’m going to be watching what goes down tonight very closely, and if I can’t be involved in the tournament directly, I’m damn sure going to see to it that if one of those punks decides to disrespect his opportunity? They’re going to be dealing with me … and unlike Dave, when I step into the ring there are No Limits. The Outlaw nods to Belote, and takes his leave to watch the rest of the show. Demands & Ultimatums
Pantheon Street Tape’s “Piste 19" begins blaring it’s eclectic melody, and soon thereafter Jean-Gerard Baptiste waltzes out wearing an expensive dark green suit with off-white pinstripes. His hair is once again pulled back into a ponytail, and the slightly tall French native makes his way down to the ring amidst steady booing and hissing. Alan Ducard: Just bloody great. This chap again?! Jimmy Yates: One sitting of this guy is enough to last a lifetime. Seriously, I have no idea why LEGACY even signed this idiot. Bryan Harris: Because this “idiot” is a world class athlete and international phenomenon! Just like when David Beckham came to the states, everyone’s so quick to crap on this guy just because he’s famous every where else in the world. Alan Ducard: Hey Bry-Bry, you lads can have Beckham. I won’t lose any sleep over it. Monsieur Baptiste makes his way up the steel steps and into the ring, where Josephina Colbert is waiting with a microphone in her hand. Just like on the pre-show, Monsieur Baptiste whispers something into Josephina’s ear which causes her to blush. She then hands over her microphone to Baptiste and quickly exits the ring. Not long after the French lyrics on the public announce system are replaced with a French accent on a live microphone. Monsieur Baptiste: Excusez-moi... excusez-moi... The fans boo louder ignoring Monsieur’s attempt to quiet down the audience. Monsieur Baptiste: PARDONNEZ-MOI you steenking Amereecan ee-dee-ohts... I am trying to speak! Monsieur Baptiste’s face fills with distaste as they boo even louder. Some chants of “Frenchy Sucks!” fill parts of the arena. Monsieur Baptiste: No, I beg to deef-air. Een fact, I am ze greatest wrezzlair in ze world! Alan Ducard: Alright mate, get on with it! Bryan Harris: If all of these idiots would hush their damn mouths up then maybe he could get on with it! Monsieur Baptiste: I ‘ave come to thees reeng toonight for une raison and une raison only... Some of the fans quell their booing, if only momentarily. Monsieur Baptiste: To DEMAND some ray-spect! The fans hurl insults quicker than lightning at this statement. Jimmy Yates: Way to win over the fans, Frenchy. Monsieur Baptiste: I am a world class cohm-pay-tee-tore! A world class athlete! I ‘ave won ze gold every where I’ve been, and steel, ze LEG-OH-ZEE refuses to reek-og-nize moi’s... moi’s... how you say... accomplissements! He pauses in his words and paces back in forth. After a moment, he continues. Monsieur Baptiste: Zey eek-spect moi to seemply start at ze bottom like a common job-air! Like moi ees some kind of dees-gust-eeng piece of rect-ohm fod-air! Well to this, I say *makes spitting sound on mic*, because I refuse to let ze accomplissments go unnoticed. I demanded a sham-pee-ohn, and I will get a sham-pee-ohn! He looks down the aisle way at the entrance curtains. Monsieur Baptiste: Now, Monsieur Cartwright, I know you are lease-een-neeng to moi. So, I DEMAND you to make a little... how you say... ah-joost-ay-ment to ze bookings and put moi in ze Haw-keens tournoi! Right now!!!!!!! The fans boo at the Frenchman's absurd request, but he simply waits and watches , his eyes on the curtain, waiting for someone to appear on the stage. Without any fanfare, Smith Cartwright walks through the curtain. He doesn't look amused by the request, or even the slightest bit impressed by the speech he has been hearing. Smith Cartwright: Maybe it's your accent, but something's got me a little confused. All I've seen you do in LEGACY is walk out on a match with Pat Reynolds and spit on a microphone. You've been great elsewhere, which is why we offered you the contract you signed a while ago, but it wasn't included in your contract that you'd have a shot at a championship the first time you have a match here...and with good reason! Smith pauses briefly before continuing. Smith Cartwright: We've had some guys who have come here from across the ocean with a lot of hype who have done well, but we've had others who haven't been able to gain any momentum in LEGACY. We've also had guys who didn't have much hype going for them, but we had seen great things from them in other places they worked, they showed up, worked their ass off, and they've done well for themselves. Which one are you going to be? That's up to you... but you're not going to prove it against a champion in your first match. Monsieur looks none too pleased with this news, and shakes his head at the canvas he stands on. Smith Cartwright: For not competing in the match you were booked for at the pre-show before FORGED BY FIRE, you're being fined. Because we don't like to publically talk about actual dollar figures, the amount of your fine is written on a piece of paper in an envelope waiting for you backstage. The Frenchman’s face tells it all as an angry redness blotches his naturally tanned skin. Smith Cartwright: As for your demands? I can tell you this... The front office WILL be booking you on one of the next few shows... it probably won't be a championship match since you're not going to be entered into the Hawkins Memorial Tournament... and if you no show the next match you're in without some sort of a doctor's note or other serious, documented reason? The front office will undergo a contract review concerning the terms of your employment. The crowd applauds this, and Monsieur Baptiste runs his fingers through
his slicked back hair. He looks out at all of the fans and grimaces
before looking back at Smith Cartwright. Looking a little frustrated at his counterpart, Smith Cartwright looks around at the audience and then back towards the ring. Smith Cartwright: And another thing, Mr. Baptiste. These fans had it right at the Pre-Show. The crowd silences for a second. Smith Cartwright: Shut UP already! A look a shock forms paints itself across Baptiste’s face, and it doesn’t take long for the crowd to jump on the chant wagon. Crowd: “SHUT-THE-F***-UP!” (clap clap clap) “SHUT-THE-F***-UP!” With the crowd immersed in a deafening chant, Smith Cartwright turns away and disappears into the curtains as The International Icon stands there, absorbing the punishing uncouthness of the Los Angeles crowd. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match Rocky Stellar vs Devastation Alan Ducard: Our third match of the night is a very special one for anyone who has been a fan of this organization back before it became known as LEGACY, because back in 2005, Rocky Stellar and Devastation were warring with one another, exchanging the World Championship back and forth. Jimmy Yates: As soon as I saw this match listed on the card, I was excited for it, because I definitely watched both of their big time matches back in 2005. Bryan Harris: The way I see it, they were both big shots back then, but now they both have something to prove here in 2008. They’ve both been World Champs, good for them, but neither have held the big belt for a while now, so they better start stepping up, or else people are going to think this business is passing them by. Alan Ducard: Rocky Stellar got himself a win at Forged By Fire despite many people predicting that John Thomas was going to beat him, and despite being the favorite to win the triple threat match he was involved in, Devastation couldn’t capture the victory. In tonight’s match, not only do they want to try to score a victory over an adversary from years past, but they also want to advance in the Hawkins Tournament to win themselves another opportunity to fight for gold. Jimmy Yates: There’s no lingering ill will between these two, but going into it you just knew that they were going to go all out, so let’s take a look at what happened. Start : Footage from the Match Stellar connects with a right hand, and Devastation retaliates with a forearm shot to the chin. Stellar tries for another right, but Devastation blocks it, then quickly steps in, wraps Stellar up, spins around and takes him down with a belly-to-belly suplex. Devastation tries to get into a mounted position, but Stellar uses his arms to shove Devastation away. Alan Ducard: Nice takedownby Devastation, but Rocky Stellar working defensively to keep Devastation from gaining more momentum. Both men work to get back to their feet, but as Stellar gets up, Devastation shoots in and grabs him around the legs, twists around and takes him down to the mat. Hooking under one of Stellar’s knees, Devastation attempts to twist around into a submission. Before Devastation can flip it over, Stellar swings his arm around and drills Devastation on the side of his head, ringing his ears. Jimmy Yates: Another good move there by Stellar, keeping Devastation from locking in that submission! Bryan Harris: He’s lucky to have put a stop to it, because Devastation might’ve locked it in and broken Stellar’s leg! Holding his head, Devastation works his way up to his feet. Stellar pulls his legs underneath him, and on his way up, Rocky dives forwards and connects with a rising clothesline which immediately takes Devastation back down to the mat. Alan Ducard: Rocky Stellar puts Devastation on his back again with that quick clothesline, and he could take the advantage here! Getting to his feet, Stellar drives his leg down into Devastation’s chest with a stomp, then a second one. Lifting his opponent up off the mat, Stellar gets in behind his opponent, lifting him up and dropping him onto his feet with an atomic drop. Picking Devastation up into his arms, Rocky then drives Dev’s back down across his knee with a backbreaker, then lets him fall back down to the mat. Standing over Devastation, Stellar measures him up and then drops straight down with an elbow to the back. Jimmy Yates: Stellar in control of the match after a series of nice moves, and now he’s lifting Devastation up off the mat. Bryan Harris: He could’ve stomped on him a couple times or used another elbow drop or something like that, but he decides not to. Let’s see if this is a good idea or a bad idea… Taking Devastation by the wrist, Stellar irish whips him across the ring into the corner, charging hard in after him with an elbow shot to the face. Stepping up onto the second turnbuckle, Rocky begins hitting Devastation in the face. The first three right hands come quickly, and then the fourth and fifth and sixth are constant, with a bit of a pause in between them that the first three didn’t have. Before Stellar can connect with a seventh punch, Devastation shoves Stellar backwards. Alan Ducard: Devastation fighting back… Bryan Harris: It looks like Stellar’s not going to give up that easy! Charging forwards, Stellar drives a shoulder into Devastation’s ribs. Grabbing him around the waist, Rocky lifts Devastation up and places him onto the top turnbuckle, putting Dev’s legs on either side of the turnbuckle. Stellar climbs up to the top rope after his opponent, but as he gets near the top, Devastation drives a forearm into Rocky’s jaw, rocking him back a little bit. Not wanting Stellar to fall, Devastation grabs him around the neck and holds him close. Lifting him up, Devastation hoists Rocky up into a fireman’s carry position. Bryan Harris: What in the heck…? With Stellar on his shoulders, Devastation steps one foot up onto the top rope and then flips forwards, driving Stellar down to the mat with a flip-over top-rope Samoan drop, and the fans cheer for the exciting move. Alan Ducard: Fantastic move by Devastation to turn things back around in his favor, and that’s quite a testament to his strength that he was even able to set up to be in a position to do that move. Taking Stellar by his wrist, Devastation lifts him up to his feet, backs him up into the corner, then takes a couple quick steps backwards and pulls Stellar with him by the arm and then Devastation whips his opponent hard across the ring. When Stellar hits the corner, he flips up and over the top rope, landing on his feet on the apron, grabbing the top rope to keep himself from falling to the arena floor. Bryan Harris: Damn that was a lot of power with that irish whip by Devastation, and Old Man Stellar is in trouble! Jimmy Yates: Devastation’s not going to give him a chance to get back into the ring on his own… Moving over to the far corner, Devastation reaches over the top rope and grabs Stellar by the head, reaches down and grabs him by the waistband of his pants, then lifts him up and over the top rope and brings him down to the mat with a vertical suplex. Rocky tries his best to get up to his feet, but Devastation grabs him from behind and throws him backwards with a release German suplex. Alan Ducard: This could be it… Devastation in complete control… he lifts Rocky up off the mat, hosting him up onto his shoulder… Jimmy Yates: He’s going for the Decapitator!! As Devastation tries to put Stellar into position for the Decapitator, Stellar slides himself down to the mat and pulls Devastation down to the mat and rolls him up with a modified sunset flip… One… Two..!! NO!!! Devastation shoulders out when he realizes he was being pinned. Stellar takes the momentary confusion of Devastation and fights to get to his feet. Devastation isn’t far behind, and Stellar drills him with a kick to the gut, then grabs him around the neck. After signaling for the end, Stellar tries to hoist Devastation up off the mat for the Stellar-Plex, but Devastation hooks his leg around Stellar’s calf, blocking the move, then immediately pulls backwards and rolls Stellar up into a small package… One… Two…!! THREE!! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall… DEVASTATION!! As he hears the bell, Devastation releases the small package and starts getting to his feet. When Stellar realizes what just happened, he looks a little frustrated. Alan Ducard: Fantastic match, and Devastation will move on to the second round here in the second annual Hawkins Memorial Tournament! Jimmy Yates: And he will go on to face the winner of the match later tonight between Issac Entragian and Stephen Rawlings, and both of those potential second round matches sound fantastic! Bryan Harris: For two reasons, Devastation has to be hoping that Stephen Rawlings wins that match, because he could get revenge for the time Rawlings beat him in their previous one-on-one match, but more importantly because Issac would mop the floor with him! Jimmy Yates: Oh I doubt that quite seriously. A match between Issac Entragian and Devastation would be fantastic! Getting up off the mat, Rocky Stellar glares at Devastation, then reaches out and offers to shake his hand. Devastation sizes up the offer, then reaches out and shakes Stellar’s hand, with Rocky raising Devastation’s hand into the air, signaling the victory. New Positional Stature
We are in the parking lot as two large men approach us. They drag their small carrying cases with wheels, and look incredibly excited as they near. We recognize the newly hired members of Anarchy T.Rex and Arch Angel walking to the arena for the first Strife as official members of Legacy. Both men are wearing black jeans, boots, and a red t-shirt with a black circle with an "A" inside it. Angel's long black with some hints of gray hair slicked back in a pony tail. T.Rex sporting a freshly shaved head. T.Rex: I can't believe we're HERE, Chris! Arch Angel: Yeah dude. T.Rex: This place is gonna TWEAK! Arch Angel chuckles and shakes his head. Arch Angel: I wouldn't go that far, Teddy. T.Rex: Dude. I wonder what they'll have us do? Angel shrugs amused by the childlike energy of T.Rex. They enter the arena and walk down a long corridor, T.Rex nodding, greeting, and hamming it up for every Legacy employee he sees. Each employee gives him a similar.... "uh... hey, I guesss?" look and nod. When the guys get to Legacy's dining area. We see crew and wrestlers sitting eating before the big show and T.Rex throws his arms up triumphantly. T.Rex: WE. ARE. HERE!!!!! Arch Angel sighs and rolls his eyes... and the dining area comes to a baffled halt. They stare for a few painfully awkward seconds... there's an uncomfortable cough, and then slowly the business at hand, namely eating, commences. T.Rex turns, visibly annoyed. T.Rex: What the HELL, bro? What's dat about? Arch Angel rolls his eyes, and then says incredibly sarcastically. Arch Angel: Clearly they're intimidated, Rex. T.Rex thinks this over, and then nods emphatically, which brings a smile to Arch Angel's face. T.Rex: Well... hell... they SHOULD be. Arch Angel Sighs. Arch Angel: I know... Teddy. I know. How bout we gets some eats? Rex's eyes light up at the prospect of not only FOOD... but FREE FOOD! T.Rex: Hells to they mutha-humping YEAH!!! Dude, I hope they gots cheesesteaks. I could go for a good cheesesteak. Arch Angel: I doubt they have cheesesteaks. Let alone GOOD ones- But its too late, Rex is off like a kid in a candy store muttering about what he'd like to eat. Arch Angel takes a moment to absorb his surroundings and smiles, and mutters half to himself... Arch Angel: Welcome to Legacy. A Title Or Two
The camera switches to the Staples Center locker room where we see X-Calibur lacing his boots. His appearance is much less brooding than it was at FORGED by FIRE. No face paint to honor the Japanese legends that have paved the way for so many of today’s wrestling greats. No black and red wrestling pants with blood styled letters. Nothing dramatic tonight. Tonight, his wrestling pants are an alternating solid color of black and blue on each leg, with a blue dragon design curled around a sword on his left leg and a black “X” insignia spread across his right. His boots are black, his goatee has been completely shaven off, and his dark brown hair is hanging loosely, dripping wet from a fresh shower. With his right pant leg curled up halfway to his knee, the former record setting Tao of Valor Champion quietly laces his right boot. Lost in deep thought and stifled with stoicism, X-Calibur stops lacing his boot for a moment and looks up and to the left a bit. The camera pans out where we see none other than Andrew Kelly, LEGACY Interviewer, holding a microphone and looking utterly apprehensive in doing so. Andrew Kelly: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here beside one of the greatest athletes this professional wrestling has ever seen. He’s held championship gold in numerous organizations, been inducted into the pro-wrestling Hall of Fame started by Rob Belote more than a decade ago, and given LEGACY more than a handful of matches that can be considered “instant classics”. I’m standing... with X-Calibur: X chortled at the introduction. X-Calibur: Man, talk about a played up introduction. But, thanks man. ‘Preciate it. Andrew Kelly: I’m just doing my job as a journalist, X. I inform the world of certain outstanding significance, and as I look around in LEGACY, there is no doubt in my mind that you are exactly that. Again, X let out a restrained laugh. X-Calibur: I‘m flattered. But, be careful man. Some people might take this as some kind of self-promotion. God knows I don’t wanna be accused of trying to put myself over. X winks at Andrew and the camera, and let the ringside journalist do his job. Andrew Kelly: Everyone’s been talking about your Ring of Fire match at FORGED by FIRE, X. Even representatives of outsider competitors of different organizations are taking notice to the barbaric display of heart and, excuse the pun, “fire” you and Greg put on. X-Calibur: So I’ve heard. Which reminds me... next year? I’m SO cutting a few pounds for that Sky High thing. I might not be able to do a full corkscrew six-thirty senton, but I got a wicked ass flying elbow drop that will f***ing own souls. Andrew Kelly tries to repress a laugh but fails in doing so. After a few moments, he collects himself and marches on point. Andrew Kelly: I’m glad to see that you’re in such a good mood, X. I was worried about doing this interview at first... X finishes lacing his other boot, and rests both of his hands on the leather of his knees with a slapping sound. X-Calibur: And... why would you be worried? Andrew Kelly: Well, from the fact that you’ve seemed to have lost quite a bit lately, and at Forged by Fire, even though it was a great contest and something that will no doubt show up on a “Best Of” DVD in the near future, Greg Allocca did pin you in the ring... His friendly demeanor fizzled almost instantaneously. X-Calibur: Let me stop you right there, Andrew. You see, a lot of people want to focus on the fact that I’ve dropped my last three matches in a row. And you know what? That’s fine, actually. I can’t really blame those people for being curious about it. Because the fact is, when in this business have any of them actually SEEN me on any type of.... “losing streak”? Andrew shrugs and shakes his head, obviously not having an answer. X-Calibur: Exactly, my friend. Exactly. They HAVEN’T. Every where I’ve ever gone, I’ve been on a tear through the roster, beating ass after ass, deflating ego after ego, en route to a World Championship. Sure, I’ve lost matches before... sure, I’ve gotten my ass beat by the best of them in many different wrestling rings... but I’ve always gotten right back on that horse. I’ve ALWAYS.... recovered. X-Calibur stands up from the locker room bench he was sitting on, and cranks his neck to the right where a sick popping sound cuts through the airwaves like a knife through rhubarb pie. X-Calibur: LEGACY? People aren’t as dumb as they would like you to think. They saw my match with Crash for my tokens; they know what’s up there. They saw Moreno slip one past me and take my title - which he’s already lost before I had time to properly congratulate him. And my match with Greg Allocca? You know what? X couldn’t help but smirk. X-Calibur: Good for him. I’m glad he finally grew a pair and was able to find a way to pin my shoulders to the mat. I guess ten and one ain’t so bad, right? X slapped Andrew on the back, which reverberated through out the locker room. X-Calibur: My point is, Avery... is that my time invested in LEGACY is no different from my time invested elsewhere. I’ve lost a couple of matches... and now? I’m getting back on that f***in’ horse. I’m standing up proud, licking my wounds, and f***in’ recovering. ‘Cause right now, there is no Greg Allocca trying to justify a sh**y career by trying to end my own. There is no Justin Moreno setting his sights on me and trying to take my title. There is no Crash playing Banker and trying to low ball me for my f***in’ briefcase. X sighs comfortably. X-Calibur: Right now, there’s just me... and this f***in’ tournament. The Hawkins Memorial tournament. A tournament in which all champions involved will be DEFENDING their f***in’ titles. A tournament... that puts me right back on track; en route to a World Championship. The LEGACY... World Championship. He stops himself. He thinks about what he just said for a moment, and smiles. X-Calibur: And whether or not I have to go through Derek Shane, John Thomas, Mostafa Bashir, Johnny The Patriot, Temujin, Greyson Blade, Loco Martinez, Crash, Paul Hook, The Klondike Warrior, Harry The Hitchhiking Hillbilly, Strong Style Dragon, Shaggy 2 Dope, Carrot Top, Kimbo Slice, Jack Seishent, Willmott’s Ghost, Trouble U, or Dave F***in’ Hawkins himself... Taken aback by the eclectic list of names X-Calibur just rattled off, Andrew Kelly shakes his head trying to make sense of them all. Andrew Kelly: I don’t think a lot of those guys are even in this tour- X-Calibur: One way or another, when the dust settles and this tournament is all said and done? I will be standing in the winner’s circle with my hands raised high and my head held higher. And... of course... with any luck... X went into an almost intimidating whisper. X-Calibur: ... A title or two draped on my f***in’ shoulder. Smiling once again, X pats Andrew Kelly on the cheek... before semi pie-facing him out of the way en route to the locker room door. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match & Tao of Valor Championship Adam Davis vs Ron Bailey © Alan Ducard: The fourth match of the night is a Tao of Valor Championship match here in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, with Ron Bailey putting his newly won title on the line against LEGACY newcomer Adam Davis. Jimmy Yates: This is going to be a real test for Ron Bailey, one that a lot of people are predicting he doesn’t pass. The Iceman is a former World Champion, which makes it very understandable that people are predicting a title change here tonight. Bryan Harris: There’s no doubt in my mind that Ron Bailey trained his ass off for this match by running, lifting weights, sparring, and watching as much tape of Adam Davis as possible. If he loses this match, it’s going to be due to over-training for his first title defense, not due to lack of preparation. Alan Ducard: Well he’s going to need every bit of his training, Ron Bailey is, because you can best know that Adam Davis is extra-motivated to pick up this victory, especially after what transpired against Derek Shane at FORGED BY FIRE. Jimmy Yates: Yeah, I was definitely looking forward to seeing how Adam Davis was going to rebound from his last match. In some respect I feel like the LEGACY fans have yet to see what Adam Davis is fully capable of. They certainly didn’t get to see it in the three-way three-way match simply because none of the individuals were in the ring for any significant amount of time, and in his only other match, Adam Davis gets screwed over by Derek Shane. Bryan Harris: I figured there were going to be people who felt that way, but I knew that going into this match, anybody who was expecting Adam Davis to absolutely demolish Ron Bailey was going to be sadly mistaken. Alan Ducard: It was certainly a fun match to watch, but to see who advances to face John Iley in the second round of the tournament, let’s get to the video footage. Start : Footage from the Match Bailey flips Davis to the mat and sends a stiff kick into the back of his spine and repeats it with another. He goes for a third, but Davis spins around on his butt and sweeps Bailey's legs out from underneath him. Booth men get to their feet pretty quickly, but Davis is just a hair slower holding his back as he gets to his feet. As Davis gets to his feet he is met with a stiff kick to the back of the leg, and Davis responds buy delivering one of his own. The two men continue to exchange kicks for the next few moments. Jimmy Yates: The pace has seemed to quicken since the early moment in this match. Five minutes ago these guys were exchanging headlocks and armbars, but that didn't last very long. Alan Ducard: These guys both have their eyes on the prize at hand. Bailey would like to retain his Tao of Valor championship so he continue to collect tokens to hopefully earn a shot at the world title currently held by Crash, though that could change tonight if Crazy Boy could pick up a win. Bryan Harris: Bailey is a real champion and will not only collect his tokens and win the Dave Hawkins tourney he won't choke like a certain former Tao of Vaor champion and lose his title shot before he even gets the match. Bailey throws another kick, but this time Davis catches his foot, Bailey attempts an enzuguri, but Davis ducks and Bailey falls to the mat. Davis keeps a hold of the leg and locks in a single legged Boston crab. The ref asks Bailey if he wants to submit, but Bailey shakes his head no and reaches for the ropes. He almost gets the bottom rope, but Davis stands up and pulls him back into the center of the ring switching the one legged crab into an ankle lock. Bailey again makes an attempt to reach for the rope, but it is futile. Jimmy Yates: The Iceman is doing a good job of working over the leg, especially after those stiff kicks back and forth could of caused some charlie horses and it will make it harder for both men as this amtch progresses. Alan Ducard: If this matches progresses much father that is. Davis has that Ankle lock on tight and he'd love to walk away with the gold in his first title opportunity. Bryan Harris: Not to mention Davis shouldn't even be in this match, he lost to Derek Shane at Forged by Fire, and Shane is undefeated yet Shane is set to face the former champ later tonight. Alan Ducard: Will you stop... we all know Shane pulled a fast one at the pay per view, and as they always say anything can happen in the wrestling world. We could have two new champions tonight. Bailey tries to fight out of the hold and drags himself towards the ropes but Davis pulls him back towards the center again and drops down and goes to grapevine the leg, but Bailey kicks at thim and icks his hands away and is able to maneuver Davis's leg around to lock on a figure four. He pulls back and Davis bites his lip to stop from screaming. Davis reaches for the ropes, but being in the center of the ring he can't reach them. Jimmy Yates: Davis knows that he won't be able to use the ropes to get out of the move… he only has one choice and that is to try and reverse the hold. Davis tries to reverse the figure four and Bailey fights it, but eventually Davis rolls him over reversing the hold and the pressure back onto Bailey. Bailey screams out in pain and reaches out towards the rope finally being able to grab the bottom rope gaining the much needed leverage when Davis rolled him over to reverse the move thus putting him closer to the ropes. The ref forces Davis to break the hold, and Davis does and pushes himself away rubbing his legs from the damage he had taken from Bailey. Jimmy Yates: Both men struggle to their feet after taking repeated damage to the leg area, it'll be interesting to ee what road they take from here. Both men are up to their feet Bailey goes for a short arm clothesline, but Davis ducks behind him and lifts him up and executes an atomic drop and follows it up with a quick bulldog and goes for a pin. One Two kick out Alan Ducard: Looks like we were only a second away from having a new champion there, but somehow Bailey still has something left in the tank. Davis pulls Bailey to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Bailey blocks it. Bailey sends an elbow to the side of Davis's head to break the hold then hits him with an inverted atomic drop then steps back and levels Davis with a short arm clothesline and goes for a pin attempt of his own. One Two kick out Jimmy Yates: Doesn't look like Davis is ready to toss in the towel yet either. Bailey steps back into the corner and drops into a three point stance. Bryan Harris: Bailey has dropped to a three point stance this could spell trouble for Davis, as many know Bailey excelled in high school football and he has a few relatives that have gone on to play pro. As Davis gets to his feet Bailey lunges forward looking to take the Iceman's head off with a shoulder tackle, but Davis is able to make a split second thought and drops back and takes the champion off his feet with a drop toe hold. Davis drops an elbow into Bailey's back and goes to the corner to climb to the top turnbuckle as he gets to the top the crowd starts to murmur and we see Derek Shane appear and start to walk down the entrance aisle. Bryan Harris: Business is about to pick up. Davis looks at Shane then returns his focus to Bailey who has just gotten to his feet. Davis dives going for a cross body block, but Bailey catches him and spins Davis in a slide out DDT and goes for a pin. One Two kick out Bailey gets up and throws a couple kicks to Davis's head and body as he tries to get up. Davis stagger to his feet and Bailey throws a kick to Davis's knee. The iceman stumbles forward then sends a closed fist into Bailey's jaw and follows it up with a left handed European uppercut causing him to stagger back. The ref reprimands Davis then notices Derek Shane has hopped up on the apron. Bailey goes to whip Davis into the turnbuckle, but Davis reverses it not noticing that the ref is in the corner yelling at Shane. Shane hops off the apron as Bailey not being able to stop in time runs into the ref and they both collapse to the mat. Jimmy Yates: Shane sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, and the ref got squashed. Bryan Harris: If the ref was paying attention to the match and not Shane he wouldn't have gotten flattened. Davis sees Shane on the outside and is pissed. Shane dives over the top rope taking Shane down to the ground with a suicide plancha. The two men roll around on the floor exchanging punches when they end up rolling under the ring apron. Alan Ducard: This can't possibly be good who knows how many stunt doubles Shane has under that ring for his match later tonight with X-Calibur. Bryan Harris: How many times does Shane have to say he does all his own stunts? A few moments later Adam Davis climbs out from under the ring slightly beat up, but ready to continue the match. Davis slides into the ring as Bailey has gotten to his feet and the ref is using the ropes to pull himself up. Jimmy Yates: It looks Like Davis got the better of Shane under the ring, I wonder what this means for Shane's match tonight. Alan Ducard: Something doesn't seem right with Davis, he might have won the fight under the ring, but it looks like Shane got in a few good hits. Davis locks up with Bailey in the center and Bailey quickly pulls him into a side headlock then whips him into the ropes before leveling him with a clothesline. Bailey grabs Davis and tosses him up onto his shoulders. Jimmy Yates: Davis has to be out mentally out of it after that ringside confrontation; he doesn't even seem to be fighting back. Bailey lifts Davis up over his head onto his shoulder, then hoists him up and lets him drop back towards the mat, quickly lifting his knee and nails Davis in the face with The Sure Thing. Ron drops to his knees, hooks Adam’s legs and makes a cover. One… Two… Three. Josephina Colbert: Your Winner and still Tao of Valor champion: Ron Bailey Getting up off of his opponent, Ron gets a huge smile on his face and walks over to the corner. He is handed the Tao of Valor Championship belt, and then Bailey celebrates for a moment before making his way out of the ring and to the back. Alan Ducard: And that sets up a match between John Iley and Ron Bailey in the second round of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, and as you might expect, the Tao of Valor Title will be on the line… Bryan Harris: More importantly, can we get some help down there? Shane's match is in a few minutes and he still hasn't returned from under the ring. Davis slowly gets out of the ring looking disappointed and starts to make his way back up the aisle when suddenly ADAM DAVIS runs from under the ring and attacks "ADAM DAVIS". The two Icemen start brawling in the entrance aisle. Jimmy Yates: What the hell? Two Adam Davis's?! I'm so confused… Bryan Harris: No wonder Derek Shane lost the fight under the ring… there wee two Davis's!! And you accuse Shane of having a stunt double?!? It looks like Davis' stunt double may have lost him the match and he' upset about it. Alan Ducard: Or maybe Shane hired a stunt double to lose Davis the match? Bryan Harris: You just can't admit Shane is an upstanding citizen, can you? The two Davis's continue to brawl when Derek Shane climbs from under the ring a little beat up. Shane looks at the two Davis's not sure who to attack. Davis steps back and super kicks the other Davis before rushing at Shane ramming him back into the guard rail. Davis then lifts Shane up and hits the cold shoulder in the middle of the entrance aisle. Jimmy Yates: I guess we know who the real Davis is. Shane lies dazed in the aisle as the other "Davis" gets to his feet and attacks the Davis who just laid out Shane. The two Icemen brawl up the entrance aisle and disappear behind the backstage current till duking it out. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match X-Calibur vs Derek Shane Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentlemen the next set of match highlights come from our fifth tournament match of the evening, and it features Derek Shane taking on X-Calibur, and it was definitely a contrast in style and in personality for these two. Jimmy Yates: Certainly Alan, while Derek Shane tries to weasel his way to victory and duck a fair fight, X-Calibur doesn’t run from anyone, and he certainly wouldn’t have the chance to run at the beginning of the match, since he was a bit dazed from the attack from Adam Davis he had suffered just moments before X-Calibur came out… but it served him right, especially because Derek Shane is almost certainly behind the “Adam Davis stunt double” fiasco we just saw. X-Calibur hit the ring immediately following the Ron Bailey /Adam Davis contest, and they got their match started right then and there. Bryan Harris: Of course he did Jimbo, but it was totally out of line! Derek Shane is a huge star and he deserved his usual entrance befitting a man of his caliber, pun intended! Jimmy Yates: Yes he’s truly something to behold Bryan, but I digress, calling for the match that point got the fans excited, and from a tactical standpoint it might have helped level the playing field. X-Calibur had healed a bit from the injuries he suffered in the Ring of Fire match at Forged by Fire, but he’s was not quite 100%. Shane on the other hand had just taken his lumps after interfering in the previous match to further antagonize Adam Davis. Alan Ducard: Well gentlemen, the match was set up in a bit of an unorthodox fashion, but what followed was a great example of LEGACY action, so let’s take a look. Start : Footage from the Match The match footage begins, and immediately we’re drawn into a tie up in the middle of the ring where X-Calibur has pulled Derek Shane into a headlock. Looking at X, he’s in control, but his body is still showing signs of the abuse his body took at Forged by Fire. His body is dotted with bruises and cuts like a violent road map that Greg Allocca etched across his figure. X works the head so that he can drive his fist down into Shane’s skull, and he does so repeatedly, stunning Shane before sending him off with the Irish whip. Alan Ducard: X-Calibur with the Irish whip and he meets Shane with the back elbow to the face! Shane goes right down to the canvas, and X-Calibur has re-established control of this encounter. Jimmy Yates: It’s been a fairly competitive match so far Alan, with X-Calibur getting off to the hot start and almost picking up the victory with a Trouble Arm DDT. Bryan Harris: Yes but in the second act Derek Shane turned in another top notch performance, although is miscue on that charge in the corner allowed X-Calibur to regain his offensive footing. Alan Ducard: So here we are with the former Tao of Valor Champion in control, and he pulls Shane to his feet and rocks him with a wicked right hand, and there’s the scoop up, and he’s going for a slam … but instead of a slam he flips Derek Shane down into the inverted facelock, and there’s the inverted DDT (Scorpion Death Drop)! Jimmy Yates: He just drove Shane into the canvas, and now he’s headed to the turnbuckles, and we could see X-Calibur take flight in just a few moments! Bryan Harris: We could Jimbo, but he’s taking quite a risk going to the buckles here when he’s still not in great condition, and even the impact he’d receive if successful could be quite damaging. X-Calibur climbs the buckles as fast as he can, and he measures Shane, prone on the canvas. A moment later, cameras in the arena flash in unison as X-Calibur hurtles through the air, and finally comes down, driving the elbow into Shane’s chest! Alan Ducard: The Hang Time Elbow! X-Calibur connects with the big elbow, and you were right Bryan. X hit the move, but he’s slow making the cover! ONE TWO THRE-NO! Derek Shane just gets the shoulder up to continue the match, and I have to think were X-Calibur at full capacity he would have picked up the win right there. Bryan Harris: He may have Alan, but don’t forget that Shane isn’t exactly 100% either. If he were 100% coming into the match, X-Calibur may have hit nothing but canvas. Jimmy Yates: Well, he did hit the move, but he didn’t pick up the victory, so he’s going to have to go right back on the offensive, and he’s got Shane to his feet and he has him hooked in the waistlock, and there’s the release German suplex on Shane. Alan Ducard: That was a textbook move from X-Calibur, and it’s a great one to have in his arsenal as it can greatly impact the neck in preparation for the X-Terminator. A lot of people I think discount the move in recent years due to its increased use, but when done correctly like what you just saw from X-Calibur, it can potentially finish a match. Bryan Harris: I’m sure Derek Shane has some fight left in him; he is an action star after all! Jimmy Yates: Oh come on those are movies, and this is professional wrestling! Bryan Harris: Yes, and he’s a multi-medium star! Alan Ducard: X-Calibur pulling Shane to his feet and there’s the hook of the arm, and Shane goes back up and over with the snap suplex. Jimmy Yates: He’s getting quickly to his feet and yes! He has Shane by the legs and he’s going for the Legendary Pain! If he can lock this on here, this match is over! Bryan Harris: Derek Shane is struggling against the hold Jimbo, and he catches X-Calibur with a shot below the eye when X tries to reestablish his hold on Shane. Alan Ducard: X-Calibur is down against the ropes, and normally I wouldn’t think a Shane punch could have that much “oomph” to it, but X has suffered some damaged to the orbital bone after taking a bulldog on a flaming chair. X tries to get back to his feet and shake off the blow, but Shane has found his opening and he rocks X-Calibur with a stinging chop, before grabbing him by the head, and raking his eyes across the ring ropes, targeting the weak point. X-Calibur comes up from the move, the pain shooting through is face, and he walks right into a rake of the eyes from Shane who proceeds to lift X-Cal up, spin, and drop X-Calibur backwards throat first across the top rope with the Stun Gun. Bryan Harris: Now there’s the Stun Gun from Shane, who’s interpretation of that maneuver is recognized as a classic. Jimmy Yates: Now Shane is striking a pose for the crowd and he’s standing with is foot on X-Calibur’s chest, looking or a pin! What unmitigated arrogance! Alan Ducard: ONE TWO-KICKOUT! There’s about a two count on that disrespectful pin attempt, and you know that X-Calibur couldn’t have appreciated that. Shane pulling X to his feet and he tries sending him off with the Irish whip and here’s a reversal from the former Tao of Valor Champion, and he catches Shane on the return with the belly-to-belly suplex! After taking Shane up and over with the move, X-Calibur gets on his knees and yells out “STELLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA” mocking Shane. Bryan Harris: Now that’s just plain insulting, X-Calibur insulting Shane’s A-list acting with that B-list trash! Alan Ducard: X is going for a pin and he’s hooking the leg, which is closer to an A-list performance that Shane last attempt! ONE TWO-NO! Shane gets the shoulder up, and X-Calibur wastes no time now in pulls him to his feet and sending him to the turnbuckles! Jimmy Yates: Here comes some of that pain that only the legend can inflict! X-Calibur begins going to town on Shane with a series of chops, and follows that with multiple kicks to the midsection. With Shane rocked, X-Calibur pulls him into a short-arm clothesline out of the corner. Alan Ducard: X-Calibur is taking Shane to school, and that clothesline really has Shane stunned. X now has Shane up and pulls him into a standing headscissors. X-Calibur wraps him and there’s a PILEDRIVER in the center of the ring! Jimmy Yates: This could be it! X-Calibur now with the cover on Shane! Alan Ducard: ONE TWO THREE-NO! There’s a kick out from Shane, and I’m genuinely surprised. Jimmy Yates: As am I Alan, and I’m sure Bryan isn’t as he’s been touting Shane’s virtues for weeks now. Even though X-Calibur has controlled good portions of this match, Derek Shane has made a valiant effort to keep up. X pulls Shane to his feet and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle from the previous attack, and charges in hitting a clothesline in the corner. Shane crashes down to his knees and looks like he wants to beg off, but X-Calibur will have none of it as he knees Shane in the head and then pulls him up in the corner and steps up to rain down blows on Shane’s head as the fans count along. ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN After the completion of the assault, X-Calibur hooks Shane and begins taking him up the buckles, looking for a superplex. He hits Shane in the head multiple times, and then having him hooked, it looks like Shane is going for the ride, but Shane reaches a hand in and rakes the eyes! X-Cal releases Shane, and Shane uppercuts him off the turnbuckles and back to the canvas, much to the fans’ displeasure. Alan Ducard: Shane has an opening here, and … he’s hearing the booing of the crowd and instead of using his top rope advantage he’s coming down the turnbuckles, and the fans are hating that even more! Jimmy Yates: It looks like we won’t get a “LEGACY” chant here in this match, and Shane has moved to the bottom rope now and … I can’t believe it … what was that Alan!? Alan Ducard: I guess it would be a … well … a Yukon Frog Splash? He dove from the bottom rope and he did connect with that move! Bryan Harris: If the fans want to see HIGH impact they need to start appreciating the one and only Derek Shane! Alan Ducard: Derek Shane is still in control though of this contest, and he has X-Calibur to his feet, and there’s scoop and a slam, and Shane pulls X to his feet and there’s the Side Effect fall away slam! Bryan Harris: Derek Shane is getting on a roll here, and he has X up and … DIRECTOR’S CUT! Alan Ducard: Shane hits that gutwrench combination knee shot, and now X-Calibur is being set up for the Cut and Paste! Derek Shane hooks X-Calibur, and brings him up almost into position, but X-Calibur deftly shifts his weight and lands down behind Shane as the fans roar! Shane turns around, and right into … Alan Ducard: X-TERMINATOR! X-TERMINATOR! X-CALBIBUR HITS IT! X-CALIBUR DROPS INTO THE PINFALL .. ONE TWO THREE! Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur turned the tide and DROPS Shane with the X-Terminator and the fans are loving it! Bryan Harris: I hate to see it happen, but that was a great reversal-finisher sequence from X-Calibur who stopped Shane’s comeback cold. X-Calibur stands over the fallen Shane for a moment as the referee raises his hand in victory before the crowd. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match … X-CALLLLLLLLIBUR! Alan Ducard: With this victory, X-Calibur will move to the second round to face the winner of tonight’s main event, setting up a World Title match for him against either Crazy Boy or Crash… Jimmy Yates: And what a great opportunity that would be for X-Calibur if he could get Crash in the ring with the World Title on the line, especially after what happened at STRIFE 33 and the mess with the Diabolik from FORGED BY FIRE. Bryan Harris: Well I’m sure just like everyone else, X-Calibur probably wants to be the one to knock the Diabolik down off their pedestal, but it’s simply not gonna happen! Alan Ducard: It very well could be Crazy Boy who does the deed later here tonight! Honorable Intentions
The camera goes backstage where Intern Avery who is standing by at the interview set. Which begs the questions of how long will Avery be an intern and just who is his current guest? The latter of the two questions is answered almost immediately, as Domination, with Trent Logan step on to the interview set. Trent is dressed professionally in dark business suit, while VENOM and RAGE are clad in Domination t-shirts and black cargo pants, and each man carries one of the LEGACY World Tag Team Championship belts over his shoulder, displaying the gold prominently. Intern Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time are none other than Domination who won their match up with El Chupacabra at Forged by Fire, and walked out with the championship belts, but alas are not the official champions. Trent Logan: Not official? Well, I guess that is the one little detail we need to get squared away now isn’t it? You see we went into Forged by Fire and we beat El Chupacabra’s asses like we said we would. We walked out of the MGM Grand with the LEGACY World Tag Team Championships. We made good on our promises, and I will make this promise right now that the next time we meet them, we’re going to take care of that little detail. We won’t just be in possession of the belts. We won’t just be the team that all of the LEGACY fans want to see as the representatives of the greatest tag team wrestling division in the business today. We will be the two-time champions, and if your name is Ron Bailey, you can take that betting action. Intern Avery: So what’s going to happen with the belts? Have LEGACY officials contacted you about their return to El Chupacabra? RAGE: As of right now, we’ve not been told anything, and I think the front office is pretty comfortable with our “statement” to the cowards after they high-tailed it during our match. I think we made it pretty clear that if the “goat suckers” want to get their hardware back, they can come get it any time they want. In fact, I’d LOVE for them to try. VENOM: Both of us would love for that to happen Avery, because as it stands right now? We’re not done with them. Not by a long shot. Just then, Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer arrive on the scene. They are calm, and Trent Logan turns his attention to them, as do the two members of Domination, both RAGE and VENOM ready for any fight that might take place. Intern Avery: I was just about to remind everyone that if Domination wanted another shot at becoming the “official” champs, the World Wide Bushido Buntai are standing in their way, because at the Forged by Fire Pre-Show, Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer won a four-way tag team match making them next in line for a shot at El Chupacabra. Kevin Oppenheimer: That’s the reason we’re here, and I’m glad there’s a camera to put this on official accord. You gentlemen have the belts, you’ve got a legitimate claim to want one more match with Diego and Hector, and we understand that. The match we won at the pre-show guarantees us a shot at those belts, but until you get your opportunity to settle things up, we aren’t going to be standing in your way. Katsuro Yoshida: LEGACY Management isn’t making you hand those belts back, so they obviously want to see the third match between Domination and El Chupacabra, and we aren’t going to make you defeat us to get to that point. Once you’ve had your chance to face them once more and get a decisive outcome, then the World-Wide Bushido Buntai will step up and get the next opportunity with our Number One Contender status. Kevin Oppenheimer: Just like most people, we know who the true champions are, and we’re not going to stand in the way of giving the fans – or the two of you – what you want, and we’re not going to muddy the waters by making it some sort of three-way. Trent Logan: Gentlemen, we certainly appreciate that your views on the situation are the same as ours, and you had a big win at the Forged by Fire pre-show. You deserve that time in the spot light as the sole challengers and the number one contenders. After we're done dealing with El Chupacabra, we will be delighted to defend these belts against you in a match that that I'm most confident will be a worthy and competitive championship match. However, until that time, we have to keep focused on El Chupacabra, and on that note, we have to meet with booking to discuss that "future match" with them that you mentioned. We will be in touch. With that, Trent Logan and Domination head off camera paying some respect to the new number one contenders for the tag titles. Outlaws. Valor. And
Sure Things.
"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva blares as out walks Eli Storm to the top of the entrance ramp as the crowd reacts to him. Storm is wearing blue jeans, black boots and a Black shirt with “I Beat Greyson Blade” in Red lettering. Eli pauses at the top of the rampway in order to gather himself before making his way down to the ring. Jimmy Yates: If I got my ass handed to me by Greyson Blade as bad as Eli Storm did at the pre-show for FORGED BY FIRE, I wouldn’t walk around with a shirt like that. Bryan Harris: Yeah? Last I checked, that wasn’t a match, and what happened the last time Greyson and Eli were in the ring together in a one-on-one match? Eli won, so it’s not like his shirt is false advertising. Amongst the scattered boos and cheers, Storm baths in the indifference. Storm slides into the ring and scans the crowd before signaling for a mic. As a mic is handed to him, Storm lowers his head and sighs. Eli Storm: So there I was getting ready to add another title to the mantle when I end up going at it with MR. Blade. And of course Blade used that chance to hurt me…hurt me enough to keep me from competing in the title match. Bravo, Blade, since you couldn’t get the job done in the ring you resort to your usual thuggish actions and attack me backstage. At first I was pissed, Blade. At first I wanted to do nothing more then walk down to the ring during your match and give you the same gift you gave me. But then I thought about why it all happened. And as I played the scene over and over in my head, everything became clear to me. You see being who I am, I made the claim that Justin didn’t have what it takes to hold onto the Title. I told you at the PPV that he would lose the belt. And the Front Office isn’t dumb. No, my friends, they are very smart. Smart enough to realize that “The Incredible One” was right. Storm pauses. Storm: They knew Justin lacked the balls to be a true champion. At that point they set a plan in motion. A plan that would make sure that a Canadian would not hold the belt. So they convinced that pathetic piece of crap…that sorry excuse for a legend, Greyson Blade at call me out. They didn’t want us to have a civil talk, no…they wanted him to make sure I didn’t make it to the match. And being the pissed off hero of the people that I am, I fall into the trap. Now am I mad at Blade…no. You see I feel sorry for Blade. You see he couldn’t beat me in the ring so he had to take the cheap road. I understand, Blades knows in this ring, I am better then him. In this ring I’m not only able to out wrestle him, but out think him. Do you know why? Because I am INCREDIBLE and Blade is merely great. But don’t worry, Greyson. If you want to play the game…then we can play the game. But unlike you, I don’t need it to be backstage…I can do it where it counts…in the ring. Storm smiles and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his infamous thin framed shades. Storm: So let’s just get one more thing straight before we move on…when you have grown the balls and think that you are ready, Blade. I’ll be in the ring waiting. And Hell, you don’t even have to put that little title of yours up for grabs. We don’t even have to do this for a title shot, this time…this time when I pin your punk ass to the mat, it can be for free. The ball is in your court…champ. Speaking of champs let me talk to the man that is walking around with the title that I should be wearing around my waist. Baily, let me first say hats off to you for taking a chance when you get it and getting the job done. And also thanks for proving a point for me. Storm winks at the crowd. Storm: And you did that by proving to Justin that he was destined for a fast run on top. Which if the ladies are right, is something that he should be used to. The crowd boos at the cheap shot taking at former Tao of Valor Champion. Storm: Now normally I would be out here and say something along the lines of your better take pictures with the title because I’m coming to get want is supposed to be mine. But I’m not going to. What I’m going to do is tell you to enjoy your reign. And as long as you stay out of my way, you’ll remain champion. If you decide that you want to mention my name in what I may see as a disrespectful manner, then I may have to make sure your reign comes up shorter then Stellar’s sex drive. Now I’m not crazy…I know that I’m not the apple in the Front Office’s eye right now. I know that they feel they feel I don’t do my part to help the Legacy family. Which means I might not get matches book on shows. So be it, all that means is the muzzles is off and that’s a good thing. Cause once again Storm has to prove himself. Now this means someone, somewhere, somebody is going to get a Ratings Boost. Eli tosses the mic to the ring hand and slides out the ring. He makes way up the rampway, slapping the hands of the fans that have stretched to give him a high five. Storm disappears through the entrance way curtains as the view goes back to the announce booth. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match Greg Allocca vs John Thomas Alan Ducard: Our next match up saw John Thomas coming off a hard fought and slightly controversial loss up against Greg Allocca who was coming of a huge victory, and a first EVER over X-Calibur. Bryan Harris: Well Thomas got hosed at Forged. His foot was under the ropes. Jimmy Yates: Which doesn't mean he would have WON. Just that he shouldn't have lost at that point in time. Alan Ducard: Our referees like ourselves, are human. Mistakes will be made. Bryan Harris: But in this matchup it seemed like Thomas hadn't quite shaken the frustration over the finish of his match with Stellar. Jimmy Yates: He did seem extra frustrated, and even a little distracted, and we can only assume it was over his result at Forged by Fire. Alan Ducard: Greg Allocca, however was going at things like he always does - 100 miles an hour! And regardless of how their focus appeared to be, both of these men certainly wanted to do whatever they could to move on to the second round to face off with Justin Moreno, so let’s get to the footage and see what happened… Start : Footage from the Match Alloca runs to the ropes leaps to the second rope and launches himself back nailing a turning middle rope high cross body. Alan Ducard: Beautiful turning high cross body that takes Thomas to the mat. Allocca's looking confident, and working fast! Greg gets to his feet and drops both legs across the chest of John, and quickly makes the cover. One... Two... NO! Thomas shoulders out. Allocca gets to his feet, dragging John Thomas with him. He drives two knees into the midsection of John, and then ducks in looking for a Northern Lights Suplex, As Greg lifts John John grabs Greg's midsection, and slides down his back into a modified sun set flip! One.. Two... Th-NO!! Alan Ducard: John Thomas almost surprised Allocca there! Thomas gets to his feet quickly and as Allocca is sitting up, Thomas rocks him with low drop kick. Thomas jumps up again, dragging Allocca up. He whips him off the ropes and rocks him with a stiff clothesline. He then drops an elbow across Allocca's chest. He rolls Allocca over and locks in an arm bar, wrenching back, keeping his weight across Allocca's back. Some of the crowd begins to clap as the Fallen Angel stirs. Greg begins to drag himself to the ropes, and eventually drapes his leg across the bottom rope. The referee breaks the hold, and JT scowls at him. John Thomas: Sure! You see THAT! John emphasizes his point with a wicked stomp. He then drags Allocca to the middle, grabs both of his legs in a "wheelbarrow" position and falls back with a picture perfect Wheel barrow suplex. Allocca's head snapping off the mat. Thomas quickly floats over and makes the cover. One... Two... Thre-NO! Allocca kicks out. John smacks the mat angrily. Alan Ducard: John Thomas showing that frustration again. Thomas gets up and drags Greg up with him. He goes to the corner and ascends to the top rope. Alan Ducard: Looking for a little "new school"? Thomas balances himself on the top rope, but Greg yanks pulling JT off the ropes and while he's pulling Thomas towards him leaps back with a vicious bicycle kick that rocks Thomas and sends him crashing into the corner. Crowd: Holy sh*t! Holy Sh*t! HOly Sh*t! Jimmy Yates: Beaheader! Alan Ducard: It wasn't quite the "Beheader" but it was very similiar, and equally effective, if not MORE so! Greg runs to the corner and leaps driving a knee up into the chin of John Thomas. He looks to hit a running Bulldog, but Thomas pushes him forward, and locks him into a tight waist and launches him back with a german suplex. BRIDGES! One.. Two... Three-NONO!!! Allocca gets a shoulder up, and Thomas is LIVID! Thomas gets up and gets in the face of the the referee adamantly claiming "that was a three count". Alan Ducard: If he's not careful, John thomas is going to get himself disqualified, here tonight! As John continues to bicker with the ref he doesn't notice Allocca, up behind him. Allocca sinches in a full nelson and then drives Thomas face first into the match. Jimmy Yates: FACEBREAKER!! Allocca gets to his feet and seemlessly jumps to the rop rope and launches off with a picture perfect corkscrew moonsault he calls the "Condemning"! Alan Ducard: That should be it! One... Two.... THREE!!!! The bell rings as Greg stands up smiling, and the referee steps in and raises his hand in victory. Josephina Colbert: Your winner of the match. The Fallen Angel… GRRRRREG... ALLOCCAA!!! Jimmy Yates: So now another second round match is set, as Greg Allocca advances to take on Justin Moreno in what should be a very exciting match! Bryan Harris: And yet again, John Thomas gets screwed out of a win, this time due to the slow count of a referee. Alan Ducard: I don’t know that the count was slow by any means, but I should say that John Thomas certainly doesn’t look happy as he’s getting up off the mat. As John gets to his knees, he says something to the referee, who walks over and asks for a microphone. When the ref gets back to John with the mic, John is finally back up to his feet. Taking a couple steps over towards the ropes, John holds himself up, and Greg Allocca’s music fades as Allocca steps back through the curtain, headed backstage. With the attention of the live crowd on him, John speaks. John Thomas: Ever since my match at FORGED BY FIRE, all I can seem to think about is how I’m not getting treated like the phenomenal athlete that I am! No one around here except for Loco Martinez is willing to get in front of a camera and ADMIT that I am one of the best competitors on the roster… and the real frustrating part of the whole situation is that when I get into the ring with a guy like Rocky Stellar – a guy who shouldn’t be considered even in the top half of the talent on this roster… I get cheated out of a win because a G*D D*MN F**KING REFEREE CAN’T DO HIS JOB!!!! The crowd starts booing a little bit. Jimmy Yates: Oh there’s going to be a fine for that one!! Bryan Harris: Under the circumstances, I can’t imagine more appropriate words though! John disregards the booing and continues. John Thomas: Because the referee didn’t see my foot under the bottom rope after he counted two, I don’t get the chance to continue that match, I don’t get the chance to have a victory over Rocky Stellar… I don’t get the chance to prove to all of you what a washed-up piece of CRAP Rocky Stellar really is!!! The booing gets more intense. John Thomas: Boo all you want, I don’t give a crap about what any of you think! The only opinion I care about is how history sees me, but to get to a point where I’ll be looked upon as the LEGEND that I know I am… I need to get big wins so I can get World Title shots so I can win World Titles. John shakes his head. John Thomas: I’ve had people from the other organization tell me “John, if you’re not getting the chances you deserve in LEGACY, why not come on over to OUR side?!” The booing gets a little louder. John Thomas: That’s right, THEY’ve made contract offers! They risked legal action because THEY know what I could do if I was on their roster… THEY know the STIR it would cause for Rob Belote’s son to leave LEGACY and go THERE… John slowly starts shaking his head. John Thomas: But I’ve got unfinished business here! I’m going to get my win over Rocky Stellar, who’s not even man enough to come out here right now and face me, and then I’m going to get more big wins and bring home the LEGACY World Title, and then each and every one of you will HAVE to respect me! ALL of you! Even Rocky Stellar! You don’t have to like me, but I WILL WIN your RESPECT!! John launches the microphone into the crowd and without giving them another thought, he drops to the mat, rolls out of the ring and heads back up the ramp as the crowd boos him from either side. The New Hotness
You won’t believe your eyes, even though the beauty can not be accurately appreciated without seeing it live. The golden locks of hair, spiraling downwards as they pass effortlessly over the lean, muscular shoulders, which are clothed only by spaghetti straps, whose job it is to hold up a dress which ends well above the knees of finely toned, tanned legs of a goddess. A woman this beautiful has no place at a wrestling show. The ladies whom are meant to be eye candy for the male viewers are doing their best to earn the money they are being paid, but LEGACY didn’t have a sex symbol on their payroll until now. Not even the road agents could keep their eyes off of her as she sauntered through the backstage area. The men suddenly got erotic visions, the women instantly jealous of her perfection. She knew how she was being received, thus the smile on her face. She’s not just a pretty face, nor just a perky set of breasts which fill her strapless C cup bra to the brim, nor her tight ass. Her charisma and intellect and business savvy made a deadly combination to compliment her physical gifts, making her the perfect candidate to be the manager of anyone on Legacy’s roster. Now all she had to do was find the right person to whom she should sell her services, helping take someone’s career to the next level. Her self-given task for tonight was to find herself a champion in the making. She is Helena Fitzgerald. Requests. Horrors.
Napalm.
The scene is Smith Cartwright's office where we see Mr. Cartwright relaxing in his executive chair when suddenly, we see Chris Turner and Damien Black in street-clothes with the Reverend Ezekiel Caine following them. Turner has a very menacing glare on his face as Black is inexplicably wearing his black old-school hockey mask and holding a steel chain wrapped around his fist staring at the weapon hypnotically. Cartwright begins to gulp audibly as he sees this potentially hostile situation when the Reverend steps in front of Turner and Black and begins to speak in an eerily calming tone. Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Gentlemen, we did not come here to inflict brutality upon this kind soul. We came here to merely reason with this gentleman of high regard in this prestigious company. Chris Turner: Reason? Smith Cartwright: Reason? The two men stare at each other for a second, and then the Reverend steps forward. Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Why yes. We merely came here to simply state that young Christopher- Chris Turner: Stop calling me Christopher! It's Chris. How many- The Reverend turns around and glares at Turner. He then turns back to Smith. Reverend Ezekiel Caine: That young Christopher and young Damien here need to be given more chances as a tag team in the ever-expanding tag team ranks of LEGACY, seeing as these two macabre individuals aren't permitted to go after the No Limits title, which I may remind you they nearly ended one another's existence on this earth over. These two deserve a shot at the elusive tag team belts. Smith Cartwright: Well, tell your associates that they will get their opportunities soon enough. Just bare with us. We just have a lot on our plate right now. Chris Turner: OOOH... Is it good? I want some- This time Damien shuts Chris up. Reverend Ezekiel Caine: I do find one thing rather vexing and odd, how is it that a being of inconceivable horrors such as Christopher Turner- Chris Turner: God Damnit! Reverend Ezekiel Caine: And a man with a heart of napalm like Damien Black be merely tossed aside as if they were garbage this week? Smith Cartwright: Because, simply put, we were full booking wise with the Hawkins Memorial Tournament. We just couldn't squeeze another match of any kind on the card this week. Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Ahh, I see. Well, sir, we won't keep anymore of your time. Come Christopher and Damien, we must talk strategy. Happy trails to you, Smith! The Reverend walks away with Damien backing away, facing Smith in a menacing manner, leaving Turner all alone with Smith. Chris Turner: Yeah! What the priest said! He then turns and follows the other two out. Chris Turner: Did I not say to call me Chris? Chris... It's not that hard! The voices then fade as they move away from Smith's Office. Smith just shakes his head in disbelief, muttering to himself. Smith Cartwright: I don't see how Mr. Belote handles those three... Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match Issac Entragian vs Stephen Rawlings Jimmy Yates: This next match up will determine who faces Devastation in the second round of the 2008 Hawkins Memorial Tournament, as we see two former LEGACY champions square off in the center of that ring. Alan Ducard: Two very different styles going into play here, with Stephen Rawlings being a former World Champion, and Issac Entragian being a former No Limits Champion. And I think it’s safe to say that both of these men have gone through personal transformations as of late. Bryan Harris: That’s an understatement. Stephen Rawlings has finally gotten smart, he doesn’t care about the fans anymore, what he cares about is scrapping up wins. And Entragian, well that’s a whole other story. We’ve seen his promotional material recently, and I think it’s become apparent that LEGACY’s resident Ivory Terror has reached a NEW low. Jimmy Yates: No doubt about that. Issac Entragian has always been a sadistic monster, but something seems to have snapped inside this man’s head. That whole tape business was one of the strangest things I’ve ever witnessed on a LEGACY broadcast, and the Issac that emerged following those events seems even more unpredictable and ruthless than he was before. Alan Ducard: Entragian really showcased that new darker element in this match, and for the first time in a LONG while we see that Elizabeth Gaunt did not accompany Issac to the ring. Personally I don’t blame the poor lass, after being smacked around like a rag doll by the seven foot psychopath; it was probably a good idea on her part to sit this one out. Bryan Harris: But let’s not forget about Rawlings. He’s been picking up some big wins recently, and if anyone can slither out of the monster’s grasp, it’s him. Was Stephen able to overcome the great white demon that is Issac Entragian? Let’s jump right into the footage and show the world what happened. Start : Footage from the Match Stephen pistons a fist into Issac’s face, then steps back and starts talking smack. Entragian’s head barely flinched from the blow, and now he turns his face towards Stephen and shakes his head back and forth with a hideous smile spreading across his features. Stephen’s eyes go wide, but nevertheless he rears back and punches Issac right across the jaw again. This time Issac doesn’t even flinch, he just glares down at Stephen while grinning, seemingly unaffected by the punches. Alan Ducard: There is a TREMENDOUS size advantage here on Issac’s part, and I think Stephen needs to switch up his offense to combat that. He cannot go punch for punch with a man of Issac’s height and girth. Bryan Harris: Don’t count Rawlings out. He’ll find a way to get the job done, just like he did at Forged By Fire. Jimmy Yates: Those hits don’t even seem to be having any effect on The Pale Plague. That’s not a good sign. Stephen realizes he needs to try something different, so he drops down and goes for a leg tackle, trying to pull one of Issac’s big legs out from other him. Issac sneers and rears back with his other leg and punts Stephen right in the face, smashing him backwards and making him roll halfway across the ring. Stephen lands hard, then tries to push up from the mat with his hands, but Issac leaps right onto his back and starts to smash fists into the side of is head over and over again. Referee Klinton Porter rushes down and starts to admonish Issac, telling him to watch those closed fists. Alan Ducard: Issac needs to watch it here. This isn’t a No Limits style match, he could get himself disqualified. Bryan Harris: But let’s be honest here Ducard. Do you think Issac even cares? It seems like all he wants to do is hurt Rawlings. I think as long as he maims Stephen he’ll be more than satisfied. Entragian stops his onslaught and rises to his feet, while at the same time grabbing Stephen by the head and pulling him up to a vertical base. While holding him by the throat Issac starts to scream something into Stephen’s face, saliva spurting out from behind those sharpened teeth. Stephen totters on his feet, still unable to get his bearings. Issac then PALMS Stephen’s face and locks his other hand around his wrist, cinching in an Iron Claw. He squeezes his fingers around Stephen’s face, shaking his body around the ring while putting as much pressure as possible into the submission move. Rawlings flails his arms around, then grips Issac’s one big forearm and tries to pry it away from his face, but this proves in vain. Alan Ducard: Issac looking for a submission victory here? That just goes to show you how unpredictable this man is. Bryan Harris: This is an intelligent maneuver on Issac’s part. A move like the Iron Claw can be devastating when locked in by a man of Entragian’s size. If he keeps this up Rawlings is going to fade out. Finally out of pure desperation, Stephen drives a thumb into one of Issac’s bloodshot eyes, forcing him to break the hold. Issac reaches up to tend to his wounded eye, and Stephen takes advantage by getting beside Entragian and smashing him down to the canvas with a Side Russian Legsweep. Stephen climbs back to his feet after delivering the move, taking a moment to rub his face to try and get some feeling back into it. He raises an elbow and telegraphs the move, then falls downward, drilling Entragian’s chest with a stiff elbow drop. Jimmy Yates: At last Stephen in showing signs of life. Now that he’s got the monster down he needs to do his best to KEEP him down. Alan Ducard: That would be the best option Jimmy. Stephen is at his best when unleashing with a technical barrage, and if he keeps Issac off his game then he could have this one in the bag. Stephen starts to get cocky now, going for a second elbow drop. Just as he falls downward Issac rolls to the side, and Stephen’s elbow hits nothing but canvas. Entragian rises up to his feet from a crouched position, shaking his head back and forth to drive the cobwebs out. Stephen darts back to his feet and rushes in, yanking on one of Issac’s arms and twisting him to the mat with an arm drag. Issac climbs back to his feet only to be caught by the leg and whipped back onto the mat with a Dragon Screw from Rawlings. Bryan Harris: And just like that, the match has shifted into a second gear. This is Rawlings territory, and if Stephen can keep it up with quick and leverage based moves then Issac’s going to have hard time combating that. Jimmy Yates: But at the same time Rawlings has to be careful. Issac is a powerhouse. And one mistake on Stephen’s part could end it all for him. Alan Ducard: Right now Stephen has firm control. Let’s just hope he doesn’t get too pompous and make a critical error. Bryan Harris: You call it being “pompous” over there in merry old England huh? Well here in the USA we call that good ole’ American confidence, and don’t you forget it Ducard! Issac rolls over to his side on the mat, his eyes looking glassy. Stephen looks out at the crowd and smiles, then starts to rub his hands together as if to say “He’s done.” Rawlings goes over to one the turnbuckles and ascends to the top rope, then stays perched there waiting for Issac to rise. Entragian finally pushes himself up and spins around slowly, while at the same time Stephen leaps into the skies looking for a Hurricanrana. He locks his legs around Issac’s neck and tries to pull him into a roll, but Issac powers him up and spins him around and DROPS him with a powerbomb of epic proportions. Jimmy Yates: Stephen was looking to finish it quickly there, but my god what a counter from Issac! Still not releasing his hold, Issac yanks Stephen back up onto his shoulders and drives him down a second time with a powerbomb. Then gritting his fangs together Entragian uses all of his strength to pull Stephen’s limp body BACK onto his shoulders. He takes a step towards the center of the ring and then crushes Rawlings into the mat with a sit-out powerbomb. He smacks both hands down onto Stephen’s chest while grinning, flicking a nod to the ref. Porter drops down and starts the count the pin. ONE TWO THR-NOOOOOOOOOOOO Rawlings kicks out! Alan Ducard: How in the bloody hell did Stephen kick out of that? I’ll never understand! Bryan Harris: Uncanny resilience shown by Rawlings, and Unbelievable power shown by Entragian. We’re seeing two of LEGACY’s best duke it out here tonight. Issac sneers and grabs Rawlings, bringing him up into a standing position. He grabs onto Stephen’s wrist and irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles at breakneck speed. The Albino Abomination then strides over to the corner and starts to lay into Rawlings with heavy lumber kidney shots. After a barrage of these Issac pulls his arm downward and pistons it upwards into Stephen’s jaw with a HUGE uppercut. A bit of spittle flies from Stephen’s mouth, his body slumping further down in the corner. Entragian likes this, his mouth widening in a sickening smirk. He pounds a hand against his chest and signals to the opposite corner. Issac walks over and turns back around, getting a running start towards Stephen, looking for a turnbuckle clothesline. At the last minute Stephen darts out the way, and Issac clotheslines nothing but turnbuckle. Jimmy Yates: Issac’s momentum turned against him here. Rawlings has an opening. Bryan Harris: Looks to me like he’s taking it! Stephen starts to blast kicks into Issac’s abdomen, then after a succession of these he locks an arm around Issac’s neck and runs forward, planting him with a bulldog in the center of the ring. Stephen pauses for a moment in a sitting position, drawing in deep breaths. Then he falls atop Issac, hooking a leg for the pin. The ref doesn’t notice when Stephen grabs onto one of the bottom ropes for leverage. ONE TWO Issac kicks out with authority, driving a palm into Stephen’s face and pushing him away. Jimmy Yates: Stephen managed a two count with some underhanded tactics, but it’s obvious Entragian still has a lot of fight left in him. Alan Ducard: But for how much longer Jimmy? Both men have taken some serious punishment thus far. I think endgame draws near. Starting to get frustrated now, Stephen grabs Issac’s heavy body and using a great deal of effort brings him to his feet. He grabs one of Issac’s arm and attempts to get him up onto his shoulders into a Death Valley Driver position, but Stephen’s knees buckle under Issac’s weight and he crumples down. Issac takes advantage and locks an arm around Stephen’s throat, pulling backward with a Dragon Sleeper. This only lasts a few moments because Stephen snaps Issac’s head downward with one hand, turning it into a modified stunner of sorts. Entragian reels backwards into the ropes, and Stephen darts forward looking for a clothesline. Issac ducks under his arm and grabs onto it, then pulls Stephen up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry hold. Issac carries Stephen on his shoulders to the center of the ring without even breaking a sweat, then he darts out his forked tongue and mocks the crowd, signaling that it’s Disemboweler time. Alan Ducard: That was quite an exchange if I do say so myself. So many counters I could barely keep track. Bryan Harris: But if Issac hits this it’s a done deal. This move has destroyed the guts of many a courageous man. Jimmy Yates: Yeah. LITERALLY. Entragian drops down to one knee while at the same time looking to smash Stephen’s abdomen onto his other knee, but at the last moment Stephen manages to push against Issac’s chest with a foot and propel himself out and away from that ripper of a knee. Stephen hits the mat a few feet away from Issac, and rolls to a stop against the bottom rope. Bryan Harris: Now that was a sight. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone counter The Disemboweler quite like that before. Jimmy Yates: The force of Stephen’s body smacking into the canvas still hurt him, but no as much as it would have hurt if he’d of come down onto Issac’s big knee. Stephen uses the ropes to drag himself up to his feet, but just as he turns around he eats a massive boot from Entragian. Stephen hits the mat like a sack of bricks, and Issac is looking FURIOUS. Entragian’s teeth are bared, and his breathing has turned ragged and primal, like that of some savage beast. He brings a claw of a hand to his neck and makes a cut throat gesture, and then he rolls under the bottom rope and starts to dig under the apron. Klinton Porter starts the ring out count, while at the same time yelling that Issac needs to stop whatever he’s doing. After searching for a moment Issac pulls a table out from under the ring, gripping the wood and pushing it under the bottom rope with a cold-blooded expression dawning across his features. Porter rushes towards the table and starts to shake his head and swing his hands around; explaining that if Issac does this it’s a DQ. Entragian pushes past him and starts to set the table up, while at the same time throwing glances back to Stephen’s body, which hasn’t moved since the big boot. Alan Ducard: What does Issac think he’s doing here? This needs to stop. It isn’t a No Limits match for god’s sake! Bryan Harris: Issac doesn’t care Ducard. Don’t you remember what he said in that promo? He said he was going to hurt Stephen. Now we’re seeing what he meant by that. After getting the table set up Issac stalks toward Stephen, bringing him to a vertical base and holding him by the throat. He forces him over towards the table, with Stephen trying to bash both arms into Issac’s one big tree limb arm in a vain attempt to make him break the chokehold. Issac tilts his head back and laughs, staring into Stephen’s face and grinning that grin. He whispers something which sounds like “Guess what Stephen? I like to break the rules too!” Issac flings one of Stephen’s arms behind his back and then lifts him up, proceeding to ANNIHILATE the former World Champion by driving him right through the table with a chokeslam. The sound of wood splintering echoes through the arena, and Stephen’s broken body twitches a few times among the rubble. Issac steps back, admiring his handiwork while Klinton Porter signals to the timekeeper to RING THE BELL NOW! DING! DING!!!!! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, as a result of a DISQUALIFICATON…STEPHEN RAWLINGS!!! Jimmy Yates: JESUS. That was sickening. Issac just doesn’t know when to stop. Alan Ducard: Stephen picks up the win and advances in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, but look at the chaos in that ring. Bryan Harris: Like I said before, Entragian had ONE goal here tonight. That was put Stephen through a tornado of pain. And from where I’m sitting, he did just that. Issac rolls out under the bottom rope, and then stalks towards Josephina Colbert who has returned to her chair at ringside. Issac roars at her, snapping his teeth together in a biting gesture. Josephina leaps up and makes a quick exit, her eyes going wide as she throws a glance back at Issac. Entragian grabs up the chair she was sitting on and folds it, then starts to climb back into the ring with sick intentions in mind. Jimmy Yates: What’s he doing now?? This has gone far enough Issac. The match is over! Alan Ducard: Someone needs to stop this. Issac looks possessed. Bryan Harris: He’s gonna make Stephen remember him, boys! Nothing spells remembrance like a steel chair. Entragian stalks over to where Stephen lies among the splintered wood of the table. He glares down at him, his red tinted eyes lacking even the idea of mercy. Very slowly Issac raises the chair over his head, aiming down at Stephen’s head. Suddenly, the crowd’s reaction changes from the clear hatred and disgust to a roar of respect and adoration with the opening chords of “Outlaw Torn”, drawing Issac’s attention towards the ramp. He recognizes the song and the man it belongs to, and the realization causes a ferocious snarl to cross Issac’s narrow features. Jimmy Yates: You wanted someone to put a stop to this? Greyson Blade is going to be that man! The crowd immediately breaks out into a “Blade” chant as he shifts the No Limits Title from his left shoulder to his right, momentarily uncovering his “Demand Respect” t-shirt, the new quickly rising seller from LEGACY Merchandise. In the midst of the chants and the cheers, we can see that The Outlaw isn’t in a good mood. Sure he’s the new No Limits Champion, and he did exactly what he said he would do, in capturing the gold. However, gone is the desire for celebration after what he just witnessed happen in the ring. Slowly, his gaze never leaving that of the Albino Abomination, he brings a mic to his lips to address the monster before him. The Outlaw: Tonight’s focus is on a tournament set up in honor of Dave Hawkins. Let me tell everyone here right now that there are few people in this business that I truly respect, and even fewer individuals that I actually like. Dave Hawkins is one of those individuals, and I had the pleasure of stepping into the ring against him in OPW in one of his final matches. I will tell you that there are few men in this business who have been a better man or a tougher fighter than Dave Hawkins, and the bullsh*t that I just saw go down in that ring tells me something Issac. It tells me you aren’t even a fraction of the man that Dave Hawkins was in that ring. To denigrate your position and your opportunity to compete in this tournament is a slap in the face to the fans, this business, and to me. I had nothing for you but absolute disdain, and now? You disgust me. You have all the physical skill in the world, the size and the strength. You have the presence about you to command the attention of everyone in this arena, but you lack the appreciation for what it takes to truly be great and a champion. What you value is entirely screwed up. You value punking out that b**** Rawlings with a chair over winning a damn match? It’s time you stop with this harbinger of pain bullsh*t, and got your head on straight. Issac sneered at The Outlaw, scoffing at his words, and finally turned his head form The Outlaw. The Outlaw: Look at me you son of a b***! Issac’s head whirls back around to Blade, the anger in his eyes flashes. The Outlaw: That’s right boy, its time you started to learn some appreciation for what it takes to be great, and what it takes to be a champion that’s worth a damn, and it seems the only what that’s going to happen is for you to step into the ring with someone who isn’t going to fall before you when you decide to start whipping around a piece of steal. You need to step into the ring with someone who will take your best shot and then knock your teeth right down your throat. You need to step into the ring with someone who has flat out shown he can KICK YOUR ASS! The crowd roars in anticipation of what’s coming, and The Outlaw taps the No Limits Title on his shoulder as if to send a message to Entragain. The Outlaw: Namely, you need to go one-on-one with me in that ring, and at Strife 35, you and I are going to meet for the No Limits Title, and after seeing what you just did to Stephen Rawlings, let’s make it a table match! The crowd pops for the match announcement and the “Blade” chant are renewed. The Outlaw: I enjoyed putting your ass through a table at the MGM Grand, so I have no problem doing it again, and this time? There won’t be any security to save your ass. Case… Closed With that, “Outlaw Torn” hits once more, and The No Limits Champion heads for the back, leaving Issac to angrily wait for the match to come. Immediately Following
Flesh. Burned. Scared. Victorious. The shirtless figure of Greg Allocca stands in front of one of the locker room monitors. He stood alone, probably because his burned flesh was still difficult to view with any level of comfort. Perhaps he enjoyed them keeping a distance. It seemed lately, he was better off without any close human contact. His attention is drawn towards passing footsteps, and unsettling laughter escapes his lips. It was that maniacal laugh that had become his trademark, signifying the insanity that now plagued him. The passing footsteps stop upon hearing the laughter, and The Outlaw turns, looking at the survivor and victor of The Ring of Fire. Greg Allocca: Big mistake Blade. There’s another laugh, and The Outlaw takes a few steps forward towards Greg, throwing him a no nonsense, “What the hell do you want” quizzical gaze. Allocca: You don’t get it? Challenging Entragain? A big mistake. Perhaps the biggest you’ve ever made. The Outlaw looks down at Allocca, and addresses him with more than a hint of annoyance in his voice. The Outlaw: You think so Greg? Allocca: You were lucky enough to escape Issac’s wrath at Forged By Fire. The Gods smiled down upon you on that day. Hell, they even saw fit to allow you to leave with Issac's beloved prize - The No Limits Title. That wasn't enough for you, was it, Blade? You want to tempt fate again? So, you've challenged Issac… and really… for what? You say it’s about teaching Issac about appreciation and respect? How could you teach anything to a man who is your better, Blade? Is this fool hardy challenge really worth stepping into the ring with the Pale Plague, Blade? Greg slowly starts shaking his head “no”. Allocca: You’ve been in the ring with him but you haven’t experienced a fraction of what he’s capable of doing. The kind of violence that Issac Entragian can conjure up is beyond anything you've previously experienced, Blade. He makes those OPW boys look like a little kid torturing a small animal. His imagination for brutality is something even the voices that haunt me cannot rival. But you would willingly step into that ring with him again. Allocca points and laughs at Blade once more. Allocca: Maybe I'll say a prayer for you, Blade. 'Cuz divine intervention is the only thing that can save you now. The Outlaw had bitten his tongue letting Greg dispense his “words of wisdom” and finally with that last crack, he gets down in Greg’s face. The Outlaw: Greg, I’m going to say this once, and once only. You want to put Issac on a pedestal, and as of yet he’s done nothing to earn that right. He may have been No Limit’s Champion. He may have a astronomical potential. However, you know what potential means? “Hasn’t Done Sh*t Yet”. You are putting on a pedestal and giving respect to a guy who flushed opportunity down the drain in the name of using steel. You are putting on a pedestal a man that while he caused Cronos a great deal of anguish, still lost the No Limits Title TWICE to as of now superior fighters. He is where you’ve placed your respect while you mockingly warn me? He is the man you back and spit on all that I am and all that I’ve accomplished? I don’t give a damn if its OPW or LEGACY. I DEFY anyone to say that my legacy and my accomplishments don’t stack up with the best of the best, and if you want to disrespect me by putting that pale-faced son of a b**** in my league? I will deal with you like I will deal with Issac. Tonight? You get a pass because your insane and from the looks of you you’re still dealing with the effects of the Ring of Fire. The Outlaw nods appraising Greg’s condition and Allocca sneers back at him. The Outlaw: After tonight? You get your head on straight, or I’ll straighten it for you and beat some respect into you. Oh, and unlike your last nemesis, I won’t claim victory by making you a cuckhold. I’ll get the job done where it counts - in the ring. Case closed Greg. With that Greg’s eye grow wide with anger, but he resists striking at Blade, as The Outlaw takes his leave. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
First Round Match & LEGACY World Championship CRaZy bOy vs Crash © Alan Ducard: For our main event here at STRIFE 34, we’ve got a World Title match as Crazy Boy steps into the ring against Crash. Jimmy Yates: Given the way Crash won that World Title, most of the people in the crowd here tonight and watching all over the world on the FX Network are hoping to see Crazy Boy take home the gold. Bryan Harris: They can hope all the way, but since Crazy Boy has never held gold here in LEGACY, people would be foolish to put too much hope in Crazy Boy. Alan Ducard: That’s one of the things I like about this year’s Hawkins Memorial Tournament. I don’t believe last year’s tournament included hardly any championship matches… certainly not a World Title match. Bryan Harris: You owe some of that credit to Crash. He’s the World Champion, he doesn’t have to put his belt on the line in a match if he doesn’t want to, but because he’s a fighting champion, he’s giving you a chance to see the most important title in the business defended show after show after show. Jimmy Yates: I don’t think he had a choice in whether he was going to be defending that belt… Alan Ducard: Regardless of what might or might not have happened if Crash had been given the choice of whether or not to defend the title, we’ve got a match going on, and we want to show as much of the main event as possible. Let’s get to the footage to find out who will advance to face X-Calibur at STRIFE 35. Start : Footage from the Match Crash reverses the Irish Whip attempt by Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy runs into the corner, and instead of slamming into the turnbuckle, he runs up the buckles and with his quickness and cat-like agility, he back flips off the top rope, towards Crash. Alan Ducard: I don't think Crash is expecting this at all from the Crazy One. Bryan Harris: Crazy is right. Look at this. Tyrone Smith connects bodies with Crash. Instead of taking the World Champion down to the mat, Crash catches him in mid-air. Jimmy Yates: Awesome display of strength there by the Champion. It looks like he's trying to finish this quick with his Aero Zeppelin Driver. As Crash tries to get the fighting Crazy Boy in place for his finishing
move, Crazy Boy locks his legs One… Two… KICKOUT! Alan Ducard: Crash kicks out at the last possible second! We almost had a new champ! Bryan Harris: Crash waited to the last second to give Crazy Boy a false hope and to get himself together. The champ has a plan. Crazy Boy quick pops up and see's his opponent getting up to. He kicks Crash in the mouth, knocking him back down. Crazy Boy drags Crash to the corner and lays him out where he wants him. Crazy Boy climbs up to the top rope and gives the signal for a finishing maneuver. Jimmy Yates: I'm guessing that Tyrone Smith has just given the signal for the Crazy Spin. Before anything can happen though, Giovanni pulls Crash out of the ring. Crazy Boy is pissed about the actions from the Diabolik members and yells to the referee about it. Jimmy Yates: Crazy Boy can bitch all he wants, but he wants the World Title. He's not going to accept a disqualification, we know that. Tino makes his way around ringside carrying the World's Heavyweight
Title. Giovanni is helping to Alan Ducard: This figures. Crash gets roughed up a little and his flunkies
pull him out of the match. Bryan Harris: Lets remember something here. Crazy Boy has to pin Crash. Crash doesn't have to pin him. As Harris finishes what he was saying, Crazy Boy hits a somersault plancha off the top rope. Crash dives out of the way. Tino and Giovanni are taken out by the challenger. Crowd: LEG-ACY! Crowd: LEG-ACY! The crowd roars its approval of the suicidal move by the aptly named Crazy Boy. As Tyrone Smith rises to his feet, he's slammed into the guardrail, than ringsteps by Crash. Crash slides the challenger back in and follows him in. He pulls Crazy Boy to his feet and nails him with an inverted atomic drop. Crash grabs the lighter man up and lifts him up in a bearhug. He storms into the corner, slamming Crazy Boy backfirst into the corner and than working him over with repeated shouderblocks into the stomach. He pulls Crazy Boy out of the corner and than drops him facefirst with a forward Russian Legsweep (The Stroke -- Jeff Jarrett's finisher). Alan Ducard: Crash is back in control now, I'd say. Bryan Harris: I'd say he's kicking the crap out of Crazy Boy, just like he did to Loco Martinez at Forged by Fire. Jimmy Yates: I wouldn't go that far. Loco kicked Crash's ass for a
share of that match as well. Just Crash backs up into the corner and pulls himself up onto the middle turnbuckle. He jumps off and drops a fist to the mouth on Crazy Boy. (Think Jerry Lawler fistdrop.) Crazy Boy kicks his legs and holds his mouth as he lays on the mat. Crash meanwhile laughs as he pulls his red & black kneepads down. He backs up and bounces off the ropes. He leaps into the air and drops a kneedrop across the face of Crazy Boy. He covers. 1... 2... THR... KICKOUT! Crazy Boy kicks out to a roar of approval from the crowd. Crash looks around at the crowd in disbelief. He wipes the sweat of his forehead, than grabs the referee by his shirt, demanding him to make a faster count the next time. Bryan Harris: I gotta agree with Crash here. That was a slow count. Jimmy Yates: What match are you watching? The referee made a fair count. What more do you want? Bryan Harris: I want this referee to get his sh*t together. Alan Ducard: The referee is giving a fair count. Quit arguing. Crash pulls Crazy Boy up to his feet and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Crazy Boy fights to get free, fighting like his life is on the line. Instead of going for the finish, Crash charges the corner and tosses Crazy Boy off his shoulder and drops him Snake Eyes on the top rope. As Crazy Boy comes backwards after his face has hit the top turnbuckle, Crash snatches him around the neck and pulls him down with a quick neckbreaker. He covers. 1... Crazy Boy puts his foot on the rope, but Giovanni pushes it off. 2... KICKOUT! Bryan Harris: I can't believe it! How did he kick out?! Jimmy Yates: Instinct, Harris. Pure instinct. Crash is infuriated and in disbelief. He does the slash across the
throat motion, signaling that Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy looks like he could take control again. Jimmy Yates: Crash looks only to be dazed though. As Crash gets to his feet, Crazy Boy charges and nails a forearm to the face, knocking Crash down. As Crash gets back up, Crazy Boy attempts a backflip dropkick, but Crash sidesteps it. He stomps Crazy Boy across the back and pulls him to his feet. He lifts Crazy Boy up into the air for a brain buster or vertical suplex. Crazy Boy slides down his back. As Crash turns around, Crazy lifts Crash up into a fireman's carry and begins spinning. Bryan Harris: Oh no, that Airplane Spin. Jimmy Yates: Welcome to Crazy Boy Airlines. Half The Crowd: DESTINATION... Other Half: SAMOA! As Crazy Boy stops spinning, he falls backwards with his variation of the Samoan Drop. The crowd roars its approval for the challenger. Bryan Harris: Am I the only one who hates that move? Alan Ducard: Yes. Crazy Boy climbs to the top rope, feeling the effects of the spinning as well. He waits a minute for Crash to get to his feet. Crash is still a bit dizzy, using the ropes to pull himself up. As Crazy Boy readies himself to jump off for the Crazy Drop, he looses footing on the top rope and falls. He's not hurt though. In fact, he recovers from it real fast and gets to his feet. Crash charges and Crazy Boy ducks. Crazy Boy lifts Crash up onto his shoulders once more, this time for what could be a Death Valley Driver. Tino climbs up onto the ring apron though, arguing with the referee. Alan Ducard: These guys are still at ringside? Jimmy Yates: Why hasn't Cartwright or Savage kicked them out of here yet? As Tino argues with the referee, Crash gouges the eyes of Crazy Boy as deeply as he can. He gets off Tyrone Smith's shoulders and pulls him into the corner. Crash hits the low blow and the referee doesn't see it. Tino see's it though and jumps off the apron, finished arguing with the referee. Crash pulls Crazy Boy up to his feet and hoists him up onto his shoulder. In place, he hits a jumping Aero Zeppelin Driver. The referee slides into position. One... Two... Three. Bryan Harris: Haha. A win for the champ. Alan Ducard: What a crock. Where is Smith Cartwright or Landon Savage when you need them? Bryan Harris: What do you mean? Alan Ducard: Crash cheated to win... Jimmy Yates: ... AGAIN! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... And still World's Champion... CRASH! The referee walks over and hands the LEGACY World Championship to Crash, who kisses it and then puts it onto his shoulder with a huge grin on his face before walking over to the corner, climbing the turnbuckle. Alan Ducard: Crash taking some time to bask in his victory while jaw jacking with some fans in the front row. Gone are the days of a respectable champion... Bryan Harris: Why, because he wants to be able to enjoy his victory in a hard fought match without having the fans ruin it for him? That's a crock... Jimmy Yates: So now we know, X-Calibur will be taking on Crash at STRIFE 35 with the World Championship belt on the line in the middle of that ring. Alan Ducard: Speaking of whom... Without any kind of fanfare, X-Calibur walks through the curtain and makes his way to the ring. Crash turns and looks to the isle when he hears the fans cheering, and when he spots X-Calibur calmly making his way down to the ring, he stands there, waiting. When X-Calibur gets into the ring, Crash takes the World Title off of his shoulder and lays it down on the mat in front of him, extending the straps flat against the mat. Jimmy Yates: This is soo surreal to see these two standing in the ring with one another like this... especially with the World Title in between them and such tension with one another. Alan Ducard: The world became a very different place when Jake Dominion showed that the Diabolik had been deceiving everyone, and this is part of the new reality of it all. X-Calibur steps forward, just feet away from the man he will face at STRIFE 35. Neither man budges from their spot, and no punches are thrown, but they remain with their eyes locked as the show footage fades, replaced by the LEGACY logo. |
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