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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. Friends and Family
The live crowd gives a 70-30 mixed reaction cheers to boos, and Loco just flashes a knowing smile. The door swings open and Arch Angel, in his wrestling attire, long leather pants, silver boots, silver elbow pads, with both fists taped, and T.Rex in black jeans, boots, and a red Anarchy t-shirt come in. Arch Angel: I doubt we'd be made captains, let alone put in a world title match in our first Pay Per View with Legacy. T.Rex: Dude, we have appeared in MORE pay per view main events than most of this roster COMBINED! Arch Angel laughs, and points to Loco. Arch Angel: Cuz of HIM! Arch Angel: Easy captain, technicality - T.Rex: See, you admit I am "captain" material. Arch Angel: Stop. Loco watches amused, and shakes his head. T.Rex: Whatchoo think, bossman? Can Rex and Angel be put in that Co-op bitch? Loco shrugs. Loco Martinez: Nothing's outside the realm of possibility- T.Rex smiles huge, but Loco wasn't done. Loco Martinez: But I wouldn't hold your breath, buddy. Plus, with how pissed you were about THIS week's singles match, why would you WANT one at the Pay Per view? T.Rex: Well it WOULD be the main event, for the title.... and some exceptions have to be made. PLUS, we'd still be a team. With one lucky guy working with us... maybe YOU, Loc'! Loco thinks this over and chuckles. Loco Martinez: It’s too late for that, Teddy. The two members of Anarchy Look confused. Loco Martinez: I am a captain. I'm in that match. *same 70-30 reaction from the crowd* - Rob told me about a little while ago. I'm guessing that's why he had me show up this week. So... I don't think I'd be eligible for your team. T.Rex and Arch Angel share a look, T.Rex looks hopeful, huge puppy dog eyes, and Arch Angel shakes his head "no" trying to convince him NOT to ask... But Rex does anyway. T.Rex: Soo... uh... what are you going to do for a team? T.Rex smiles cheesily. Loco looks alittle uncomfortable. Loco Martinez: Well... uh... Yeah, I like you guys. We've gotten past the employee/employer relationship. We're becoming friends, and stuff... but uh... To be honest? I need more going into this match. The two look hurt. Loco Martinez: I don't mean that as a dig... i mean... well... If I'm going into this match and regaining MY World Title? I'm going to need "Family". The two look confused. Loco gets up and slaps the two on the shoulder. Loco Martinez: But what I'm going to try to do? Its gonna be stupid difficult. So, who knows. Maybe I'll have a spot or two, and if that is the case, you guys are definitely on the short list of guys I'd trust having my back going into the Co-Op Challenge. This seems to appease the two, and Loco heads out of the lockerroom hoping to avoid any more grilling or being put in a position to disappoint the two. The door closes and T.Rex turns quickly to Arch Angel. T.Rex: DIBS on bein' on the team! Arch Angel: No-no no... you can't- T.Rex: Dude, you got the first match! So I'm calling dibs on THIS one... Arch Angel: Absolutely not. Something this important can't call dibs on. T.Rex: What about rock/paper/scissors? - The two continue to bicker as we go to the recap position. Alan Ducard: Good evening everyone and welcome to STRIFE 35, and as you just heard, Loco Martinez is, in fact, one of the five team captains for the Co-Op Challenge to take place at the upcoming pay perview. And here now we have the list of the other four men who get to recruit their teams. Bryan Harris: It should come as no surprise to anyone that World Champion Crash was named a team captain, and it’s also no surprise either that his team is already set, with Jake Dominion and Gryffin Anselm rounding out the trio. Jimmy Yates: The first and only Tao of Valor Champion to collect all four tokens, X-Calibur was also picked to be a team captain, which seems only fitting, since the main event spot at Forged By Fire could’ve been his instead of Crash’s if it weren’t for Greg Allocca’s interference at STRIFE 33. Alan Ducard: Justin Moreno also gets to be a team captain, and given his heated history with Crash, you can believe he’s going to do everything in his power to make sure that Crash doesn’t leave the Co-Op Challenge with the World Championship in his possession… and in the process try to take his career to the next level. Bryan Harris: And the fifth and final captain for this thing is Cronos Diamante, who I guess the front office picked to be a captain because of his history with Jake Dominion and with Gryffin Anselm. Jimmy Yates: I think the common theme amongst the four captains is that the front office wants to make sure that there’s no way that Diabolik manipulates things in such a way to end up with another one of their guys secretively finding their way into a captain’s spot. Alan Ducard: All of the other captains certainly have cause to be at odds with The Diabolik, but then again, in one way or another, so do a lot of the competitors on the LEGACY roster. Bryan Harris: Jealousy abounds. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
Second Round Match Justin Moreno vs Greg Allocca Alan Ducard: Our opening match of the night saw a fast paced high flying affair. From the moment I saw that Allocca and Moreno had advanced to the second round of this tournament and would square off tonight, I knew it was destined to be the opening contest of the evening, given that the front office likes to begin the shows with matches like these two put on. As many of you know, Greg Allocca has been competing for the Sky High Cup as of late, and for those of you that may have forgotten Justin Moreno was at the forefront of making the Sky High name and brand a wrestling reality! Jimmy Yates: Too right, Alan, and these two went into their match tonight and put their all into trying to advance into the semi finals of this prestigious tournament. Bryan Harris: And you have to wonder to what extend the Ring of Fire match took its toll on the Angel of Violence. That would put him at a disadvantage here tonight, though that might be overcome by the fact that his work in the Sky High Cup makes Greg Allocca’s mindset more tuned in to facing opponents who wrestle like Justin Moreno. Alan Ducard: I’m not too sure that you can count on Greg Allocca’s mindset to be “geared” in any particular way, but it’s certainly a possibility. Jimmy Yates: Regardless of who you’re rooting for, this should be a good match, and since the winner gets a shot at the World Championship in the semi-finals, there’s a lot riding on the result, so let’s get to it. Start : Footage from the Match Allocca swings wildly with a right, but Moreno ducks. Moreno drops and goes for a spinning leg sweep, but Allocca leaps that and then buries the toe of his boot in Justin's gut. He whips the former Tao of Valor champion off the rope, drops to the mat, Moreno runs over, but stops quickly, and launches himself with a standing moonsault. Allocca rolls out of the way. Moreno gets up holding his ribs, Allocca jumps landing with his feet on J-Mo's thighs, hands on the back of his neck, looking for a monkey flip. He rolls back, launching Moreno, who over rotates and lands on his feet. Allocca kips up the two men standing across from each other sharing a knowing smirk and nod to one another.and the crowd rises applauding and chanting... "WE ARE!!!" "LE-GA-SEE!" "WE ARE!!!" "LE-GA-SEE!" Bryan Harris: You catch all that Ducard? Alan Ducard: Fast paced and borderline frenetic as these two showed us speed, agility, and the live audience is enjoying it. The two men circle, bouncing, and taking swipes at each other's feet occasionally trying to get one another off balance. Moreno quickly shoots the legs dropping Allocca to the mat. He floats over and locks in a half nelson with his left arm and a side headlock with his right, grabbing his own forearm to tighten the hold. Bryan Harris: What the hell? Mat wrestling? Jimmy Yates: Great strategy by Moreno, grounding this match and trying to cut off the blood flow to Allocca's head. Alan Ducard: It looks like a version of the cobra clutch. Allocca squirms, and drives three quick elbows into Moreno's temple, which loosens the hold, he slips out, gets to his feet, and quickly gets behind Moreno and gut wrenches him, looking for a release german suplex. Moreno senses this, and pushes with his legs and extends his arms, landing on his hands and doing a Olympic styled back handspring out of the move. He then backs into the ropes comes off full speed and nails a baseball slide drop kick to the top of Allocca' head. Alan Ducard: Not sure I've seen someone backhandspring out of a German Suplex before. Jimmy Yates: I'd say get used to it, Alan. Bryan Harris: That's a little "Razzle Dazzle", there... minus the roaring elbow, but plus a violent drop kick to the dome! Moreno drops a quick elbow and nails a few stomps before bringing Allocca to his feet. He locks in a double underhook and lifts him over with a buttefly suplex. He then drops down for the cover. One... Two-NO! Bryan Harris: You can't pin a man after three moves. When will these people LEARN that? Alan Ducard: While I understand your sentiment. Every time energy is expended is one step closer to getting the three count! Jimmy Yates: And lets not forget that Justin Moreno has nearly 20 pounds on his opponent. So Allocca having to shoulder out carries extra strain. Moreno Brings Allocca to his feet again, whips him off the ropes, does a high leap frog. Allocca off the far ropes and Moreno flings him over with a deep arm drag. Not letting go, working on the shoulder, he quickly follows up by holding onto the wrist and flipping himself into a sitting position. Jimmy Yates: A flipping Arm Wringer there. Allocca sits in pain, Moreno gets to his feet and drives a wicked kick into the upper back/shoulder area which elicits a yelp of pain from the Angel of Violence. Another shot to the back, and Moreno bounces off the ropes and then dives with a SUPER LOW cross body that drives Greg back into the mat, hard. Moreno's momentum carries him a few feet past, but scrambles for the cover- One... Two.... TH-no! Alan Ducard: That was unique and violent as hell! Moreno's feeling it now, and plays up to the crowd a little who roar back in approval. He drags Greg up, who lashes out with a vicious forearm smash. And another. And another. Rocking Justin back. He grabs Moreno and whips him into the corner. Running after him, and shortly after Moreno nails the corner with his back, Alloca is there with a jumping knee under the chin. he stays on the middle rope, bringing his leg down and grabbing Moreno in a front face lock, and then jumping and spinning... Alan Ducard: Tornado DDT! This could be it! Allocca hooks a leg.
Two... Th-NO! Moreno puts his foot on the ropes. Alan Ducard: Great ring awareness. Allocca quickly up and stomping down on Justin's ribs. He bounces off the near ropes and drops across Moreno with a senton. he drags Moreno to his feet, and backs him into the corner, he drives three quick shoulder's into J-Mo's ribcage. Scoops him up and drops him down with a bodyslam, and quickly gets to the top rope. Alan Ducard: Here. we. GO! Allocca leaps off and crashes down with a frog splash. Hooks the leg.
Thre-NO!NO! Moreno kicks out. Allocca slaps the mat in frustration. He Drops a knee across the chest, and then picks Moreno up. Goes to whip Moreno off the ropes. Justin reverses it sending Greg off the rope and ducks looking for a back body drop, but Allocca senses it, diving over Moreno's back, grabbing his waist on the way over with a nice sunset flip. One... two... TH-NO! Moreno shoulders out. Allocca up first and as soon as Moreno is up jumps with an enzugiri, but Moreno drops to his knees which sends Allocca crashing to the mat. Moreno drives two boots into the ribs. He drags Allocca up and snaps him over with a snap mare take over, and then drives a dropkick into the back of his head/upper back area. Alan Ducard: A wicked kick, there. Jimmy Yates: With Allocca's last few months I don't know how much punishment his body can take. Bryan Harris: The whiplash there was sick. Moreno gets up and whips Allocca HARD into the corner that sends the Angel of Violence down to the mat writhing in pain. Moreno quickly follows up, jumps to the corner and hoists himself into a handstand in the corner hesitating for a few seconds in an impressive display of athleticism, and then pushes himself out and drops with an elbow across the upper body of Allocca. Alan Ducard: An impressive display there! Moreno with the cover. One.... Two.... Thre-NO! Allocca grabs the ropes. Moreno shoots a questioning look at the referee, but keeps in on the offense. Jimmy Yates: These two fighting tooth and nail. Bryan Harris: And who can blame them? The Hawkins brings out the BEST in Legacy's best. Moreno drags Greg back up, and buries a boot into Allocca's midsection and then scoops him up into a powerbomb position. Once on top Allocca fires a few desperation fists into Moreno, and then snaps back with a violent hurricanrana, PLANTING Moreno's head into the canvas with authority. He lays back and is able to grab one leg holding in on for the pin... One... Two... Three-no!no!no! Moreno just gets a shoulder up and the crowd roars. An exhausted Allocca looks to the ref and just shakes his head. He slowly gets up, and sets his eye on the top rope. He jumps up to the top rope, and then launches himself back with his signature corkscrew moonsault... Alan Ducard: CONDEMNING!!! But at the last second Moreno rolls towards the corner and out of the way. Allocca crashing to the mat with a sickening thud, and writhing in pain. Bryan Harris: Nobody HOME!!! Moreno to his feet as the crowd urges him on. He sees Allocca down, and jumps up to the top rope, and turns to his downed opponent and launches with HIS signature 450 splash. Jimmy Yates: EXTREME MEASURES... Can HE hit it?!?! Moreno gets all of it. Landing full force across Greg Allocca. He hooks the far leg. One.... Two....
Moreno rolls off of of Greg Allocca, clearly exhausted. The crowd roaring their approval. Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner... JUUUSTINNNN.... MORENO!!!! Alan Ducard: Moreno continues to be red hot. Last year he put together an amazing run in the Hawkins Memorial Tourney, and this year he is repeating that impressive display. Bryan Harris: Sure he's fought well... but lets face facts. He had help from Cronos last round, and tonight he fought, arguably, the most banged up guy on the Legacy Roster tonight. Jimmy Yates: The bottom line, Justin Moreno IS moving on, and he's one step closer to winning the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, not to mention a World Title match at STRIFE 36 in the semi-finals against either X-Calibur, who he's already beaten, or Crash, who he's been looking to get into the ring one-on-one since before ELEVATED TENSIONS! Uncashed Rain Checks
The scene opens to Eli storm standing in front of Smith Cartwright's office at the arena. Storm doesn't waste any time knocking or asking to come in as he just kicks the door open. Smith Cartwright is sitting behind his desk, and he looks up, slightly confused as he didn't have any warning that the Calgarian was going to be entering his office. Smith Cartwright: Uh, hello Eli. Come on in and have a seat if you'd like... Eli doesn’t even look at the aforementioned chair. Eli Storm: Can the sweet talk, Smith...where is your boss? Smith Cartwright: I haven't seen him yet tonight, and although I think he might be here somewhere, if he hasn't checked in with me by now, that means he doesn't really want to talk business. I'm the guy who people talk to about things when Rob's not here, so what can I help you with? Storm: My title shot...the one for some reason no one has contacted me about!! Smith looks a little confused. Smith Cartwright: What title shot is that? Storm: Don't play with me Smith...the one I was supposed to have before Blade decided to put me in the hospital for the night. Smith Cartwright: Well, Eli, as you can see, we've got the Hawkins Memorial Tournament going on, and since Ron Bailey is in the tournament, the Tao of Valor Title won't be defended against anyone outside of the brackets until after the next pay per view... Storm: Heh, I don't hear Blade's name mentioned in that statement. And the title he holds will do just as well as the one Ron has. Smith Cartwright: I'm afraid if you want to go after the No Limits Title, you're going to have to wait in line or work your way up that ladder. Storm: Well, Smith the way I see it is that you guys in the Front Office owe me a title shot. And since Blade took me out of the running and no one seemed to do anything, I think it is only right that I get a shot at his title. But, hey, I'm a fair guy, I'll give you until the next show to think about it. Enjoy the rest of the show... Storm smiles at Smith and leaves as Cartwright just stares at the Canadian. Elsewhere Backstage
The camera heads backstage to the hallway coming out of the catering area, and we observe Crazy Boy heading in to get some food as The Outlaw is heading out from catering with a sandwich in hand. The No Limits Champion spots CB coming, and decides to do some catching up with him. The Outlaw: CB, I know I haven’t got to talk to you since before last Strife, but I gotta give you some props on how you held your own last week with Crash. CrAzY bOy: Thanks Greyson. I should have won that match. I made one tiny mistake and it cost me from my biggest victory on my Legacy career and a world title around my waist. Plus it really didn't help that Crash's lackeys were interfering with the match as well. The Outlaw takes a bite of his sandwich, nothing that the lettuce is fresh but the turkey is a little dry, and clearing his mouth he responds to just the hint of frustration in CB’s tone. The Outlaw: Man, when it comes to “interference” I understand more that probably anyone here in this company. Hell, I don’t remember the last time a man had what it took to take me straight up. From Marcus Marion needing an army to Eli Storm and Kanyon and that bullsh*t and now we’ve got The Diabolik running around here? It’s total overcompensation man. They know that one-on-one they can’t get the job done, so they take short cuts, and the sad thing is you will face that time and time again in this business. The only thing you have to keep in mind is that eventually, the numbers game won't be able to compensate for their lack of talent and lack of guts. CB: Well I know about interferences a little myself, having been through Marcus Mirage in the past few months, but that is a different story. The question is now is where do I go from here? I know I can handle Crash and most of everyone else on the main event level, but as this tournament is going on, I really can't show anything for it right now. The Outlaw takes another bite of the sandwich and nods, knowingly at CB. The Outlaw: I was in the same boat as you last week man. Here I'm not in the tournament, and didn't know where I was going, but Issac Entragain decided to totally disrespect the tournament and the memory Dave Hawkins the fighter. So I made that challenge. Greyson nods again in Crazy Boy’s direction. The Outlaw: I'd say if you want to show what you've got, simply take a look at what goes down here tonight, and if someone has their dance card free, make them a challenge and put on another hell of a performance. As Tyrone nods, he barely sees a figure out of the corner of his eye and before Crazy Boy can even react, his mentor is freight trained by Isaac Entragain, sandwich flying and winging Crazy Boy. Entragain immediately goes after the stunned Outlaw who tries pulling himself to his feet, but is assisted by Issac who clubs him in the back of the neck and sends him face first into the concrete wall. As Blade slumps to the floor, Crazy Boy regains his feet and charges at Issac, diving and chop-blocking him behind the knee, dropping him down. Crazy then fires off a quick punch and a head butt to the face of the Ivory Terror, but before he can fully capitalize, Issac grabs him by the throat, and tosses him into a row of steel chairs that had been set up in the hall for catering overflow. CB’s landing wasn’t too bad as he tried to get up, but then immediately clutched his arm as a gash had opened up after impacting the steel. A nearby road agent yells down the hall. Preston Thompkins: Somebody get an EMT over here now!!! Issac stands up then and kicks Greyson in the face, and picks up the
No Limits Title. He looks then at the gathering crowd of backstage workers
and security, and thinking better of continuing his assault, he tosses
the gold on the downed champion as Crazy pulls himself to his feet to
go check on Blade with officials. No Limits Match
Mostafa Bashir vs Zaine Alan Ducard: Next up is the second match of the evening, and this should be quite a very bit different match than the opener between Moreno and Allocca, with this being a No Limits match. Bryan Harris: You got that right, Al. There won’t be much technical about this encounter, just two big tough dudes duking it out like a bar brawl, and considering the No Limits stipulation placed on this match, I bet both of these guys are going to wake up hurting tomorrow. Jimmy Yates: For those of you who don’t remember, we heard last week that Mostafa Bashir had requested this rematch to take place, hoping to get some revenge for how things ended at the FORGED BY FIRE pay per view pre-show. Alan Ducard: Mostafa Bashir actually won that pre-show match, however he did so by disqualification, as Zaine would not let go of a chokehold he had on Mostafa Bashir to end that match. Bryan Harris: Other than the fact that these two guys can both take a good beating, I don’t know how interested the fans are going to be in this match, especially in the background behind it, so I’m not going to waste anybody else’s time in talking about it, let’s just get to the footage. Start : Footage from the Match We pick up the match with Mostafa Bashir pummeling Zaine in the corner with some stiff, closed-fist punches before he knees him repeatedly in the gut, slumping Zaine in the corner. He then follows that up by backing up to the center of the ring and hitting a running knee strike right on Zaine's head. Alan Ducard: By jove, that was certainly a crushing blow to the skull of Zaine! Bryan Harris: He better enjoy this while it lasts because this monster is gonna come back and destroy Mostafa! Jimmy Yates: I wouldn't be so sure of that, Mostafa has started to show a bit more fire in this feud than in other feuds. Mostafa then goes to pick up Zaine, but is met with a jawbreaker. As Mostafa holds his jaw area in pain, Zaine clotheslines Mostafa over the top rope. Zaine then follows him to the outside and rips off some of the protective padding on the outside, exposing the hard concrete. Zaine then DDT's Mostafa head first onto the concrete, leaving the Afghan in a world of hurt. Alan Ducard: And just like that, Zaine is right back in this match! Bryan Harris: What did I tell you boys, huh? I knew this monster wasn't gonna be stopped! Zaine then grabs a camera cable and begins to wrap it tightly around the neck of Mostafa, attempting to choke the very life out of him. He holds Bashir in the chokehold for about a minute before throwing him down on the ground. Not satisfied with this, Zaine then proceeds to look under the ring. Jimmy Yates: What on earth is this guy doing? Bryan Harris: It's No Limits, Jimbo... he can do anything he wants! Zaine then pulls out a steel chair and waits for Mostafa to get back up to his feet. He then winds up to hit him with the chair, but Mostafa catches it and low-blows Zaine before hitting him in the back with the chair. As Zaine goes down to one knee, Mostafa pulls out a trash can and puts it over Zaine's head before cracking him again with the chair. Following the impact, Zaine goes down like a ton of bricks. Alan Ducard: As they say in America.... BATTER UP! Bryan Harris: Zaine's gotta be feeling like one of those old cartoon characters after that impact. Jimmy Yates: And the newest monster of LEGACY is still down! Mostafa removes the trash can and slides Zaine back into the ring. He then snapmares Zaine and begins kicking him repeatedly in the back as Zaine is just gasping for air. Infuriated, Mostafa then whips Zaine into the ropes and executes a devastating Spinning Spinebuster, laying out Zaine. Alan Ducard: Spinebuster shades of a certain Enforcer there! Bryan Harris: Zaine's not looking so hot right about now! Jimmy Yates: I think Mostafa has got him pretty much right where he wants him! Mostafa then picks up Zaine and locks in a devastating bear-hug, cinching it in very tightly for a couple of minutes as Zaine tries to fight out of it to no avail. You can see the life slowly being drained out of Zaine here. Alan Ducard: Zaine looks like he may give up the ghost any second now. Bryan Harris: Come on Zaine, FIGHT BACK! FIGHT BACK, DAMN IT! Just as it looks like Zaine is about to submit, he gouges the eyes of Mostafa, breaking the hold. Zaine keeps holding his ribs but manages a running shoulder block, knocking Mostafa to the ground followed by a clothesline to the back of Mostafa's neck as soon as he gets up. Zaine then picks Mostafa up and whips him into the ropes but Mostafa counters it with a knee smash to the face followed up by a stiff headbutt, knocking Zaine down. Then Mostafa goes into a chokehold and begins to choke the life out of Zaine. Alan Ducard: Keep in mind fans, that this chokehold IS legal under No Limits rules and Mostafa may have him beat here! Bryan Harris: That's illegal! He can't do that! Jimmy Yates: Hello... NO LIMITS, Bryan? That ring a bell? Bryan Harris: That still doesn't make this right! By this point Zaine has started to give up the ghost as he's passed out while Mostafa has the chokehold still cinched in. Referee Klinton Porter then checks the right arm of Zaine, dropping it once, twice, then three times signaling for the bell as Mostafa lets go once the bell sounds. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner... MOSTAFA BASHIR!!! Alan Ducard: Well fans, it may not have been a technical classic, but the "Beast From Kandahar" picks up a huge win here tonight on STRIFE! Bryan Harris: By use of an illegal chokehold! Jimmy Yates: Oh, blow it out you're a- The Clock Is Ticking
The scene shifts to the backstage area where we find Trent Logan talking with Preston Thompkins about what’s happening later that evening on the show, going over some of the logistics for the coming tag team competitor showcase. The discussion is in full swing, when suddenly, Trent feels a tap on his shoulder, but instead of reacting to it, he continues speaking with Preston rather than dignify the rude interruption. There’s another tap on his shoulder, and again he ignores being accosted, and finally, he can no longer ignore the interruption, as he hears a very familiar voice. Hannah Perez: Logan … turn around… Trent avoids turning at first until her voice increases in volume and develops an increasingly bitchy tone. Hannah Perez: Turn around and give an answer to the tag team champions! Finally, Trent with a bit of a smirk turns around to face Hannah. Who knew something so vile could look so damn good? Truthfully, if it weren’t for the beat down that the tag team chumps previously put on him, he might even now be tempted by her sensuality. Trent Logan: Well, well, well, what have we here? Let me guess, you’re now a spokesperson for Skanks R Us? Hannah is rather infuriated by the comment, but for the sake of business, she lets the abuse slide. Hannah Perez: Logan, the Tag Team Champions want an answer about the most generous offer they’re willing to give to you thieves. Are you going to accept our offer of choosing the stipulation for our match in exchange for it being your final match against us as long as we hold the belts? Trent Logan: Actually, Domination holds the belt. Her Latina blood starts to boil. Hannah Perez: We are the true tag team champions! You stole those belts Logan. Trent Logan: You left them behind when you walked out of our match, and after the way you stole those belts from us in our very first match? I’d say you have a hell of a lot of nerve to be that hypocritical, and a lot of nerve to come here and demand anything from me you b****! Rage. Hannah Perez: How dare you talk to me that way? HOW DARE YOU! Trent Logan: What are you going to do? Have me beat up again? I doubt it, especially with how your boys walked out of our match. They are scared. You are scared Hannah. You desperately want this to be our last chance to beat you because you know that sooner or later you are going to run out of shenanigans to save your asses. However, we don’t need any more chances than one more. We’ll be taking your deal, Hannah, and this time it’s going to be a Falls Count Anywhere match! Hannah’s eyes go wide and she sneers at Trent. Trent Logan: That’s right Hannah, the end is coming for El Chupacabra, because now? There’s nowhere to run … and nowhere to hide. With that Trent Logan winks at Hannah before stalking off down the hall, leaving her fuming about the match choice. Elsewhere Backstage
Chris Turner and Damien Black are sitting in a locker room. Damien Black is wrapping tape around his hands, and Chris is sitting, looking impatient. Chris Turner: Son of a bitch! It's boring back here! Why'd you have to break the monitor? Damien looks at Chris, and then goes back to his taping. Chris Turner: This sucks. This should be me getting ready for this match, not you! I mean, I was the one who won the Warehouse Match after all. I am a former Tag Team champion even! Damien Black grunts and then moans. Chris Turner: Whatever... You don't care! You're the one who gets to go out there and beat the crap out of people. I have to stay back here, and I can't even watch the match! He gets up and begins to pace. Chris Turner: This isn't right... We go with your manager to make sure we get a tag team match, and what does the front Office do? He looks at Black for the answer, and Black just groans and goes back to getting ready for the match. Chris Turner: Come on dude! What the hell! That wasn't a rhetorical question. You were supposed to- Never Mind. He plops back down into his chair. Chris Turner: What happened to you? You never used to shut up with that "It's not if its when eternal condemation" or whatever sh*t, and now you never talk... EVER He studies black for a second. Chris Turner: You're a strange man! I don't think I'll ever figure you out! Damien gets up and walks towards the door. Chris Turner: What so now I'm too annoying for you? Damien leaves the Locker Room, and Chris steps out yelling down the hall. Chris Turner: Fine! I see how it is! Just because YOU got the match tonight, you're too good to her me rambling is that it? I gotcha! Suddenly Intern Avery walks up to Turner. Avery: Umm... Is everything ok? Chris Turner: Yeah... Its just I guess Damien doesn't like me talking or something. Avery: Huh? Chris Turner: Well we were in the middle of a conversation and he just left. Avery: He's going to his match! Chris stops. Chris Turner: Oh... Well, that would explain it. Thanks. He has an embarrassed look on his face, and quickly runs back into his locker room, slamming the door behind him. Tag Team Showcase Match
Alan Ducard: Our third match of the evening was the eight man showcase match including members of the various teams in the tag team division. Jimmy Yates: We’ve got seven guys in this match who are a part of tag teams, but you’ve also got John Page out there, getting a much closer look at his future opponents. Bryan Harris: You all have heard John Page say that he intends to find a tag team partner, and he’s not going to pick just anyone to team up with him. He’s going to find a worthy partner, and when he does, they’re going to be a damn good team. Matches like this where John Page gets to know the other tag teams better are going to give Page even more of an edge. Alan Ducard: The way this match works is that all eight men are legal at a time, and the winner is the person to score the first pinfall or submission. Jimmy Yates: With this many guys in the match, you know it’s going to be a crazy one… Bryan Harris: I’m going to apologize in advance for my fellow announce team colleagues, because there’s no way they’re going to be able to do this match justice with so much going on. Alan Ducard: Feel free to take some of the blame for anything you feel is subpar, Harris. Jimmy Yates: Let’s just get to the footage. Start : Footage from the Match After slamming James Win down onto the mat, Damien Black turns around and runs towards the ropes, but a moment after he rebounds and Damien starts charging back towards Win, John Page steps in and takes Black down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Moving in on top of Damien, John Page begins laying into him with hard right hands to the face. After three quick fists, Page pauses briefly and then open-hand slaps Black across the face, the sound echoing all over the arena. Crowd: OOOOH!!! Before Page can follow up, Black blocks a right hand and rolls his opponent away to the side and forces his way up off the mat. Blocking a kick attempt, Damien spins John around, grabs him from behind and takes him down immediately with a German Suplex. Alan Ducard: Very explosive suplex there by Damien Black! Jimmy Yates: He nearly broke Page in half!! With Arch Angel dazed after the dropkick, he works his way back up to his feet as Jerry Starr gets up onto the second rope. As soon as the Anarchy member is in a position Jerry Starr sees as advantageous, The Elite one leaps off the second rope, but Arch Angel steps up and grabs Starr out of mid-air, then turns around and falls forward, slamming him down onto the mat. Both men work their way back up to their feet, Arch Angel getting up first and moving in behind his closest opponent. Grabbing Jerry from behind, Arch Angel picks Starr up and slams him back down onto his feet with an atomic drop, but as soon as he’s back on the mat, Starr runs forwards and dropkicks James Win. Bryan Harris: Quick thinking there by Jerry Starr, no need to keep going toe to toe with Arch Angel, and he can take out one of the stronger competitors in the process. Jimmy Yates: Yeah… but he also put himself into harm’s way, because now that he’s not dealing with James Win, the closest person to Ben Murdock is Jerry Starr! Taking a hold of Starr as he gets up off the mat, Murdock pulls Starr into a rising knee lift to the gut, doubling him over, and then Rage lifts The Elite One up over his shoulder into a Canadian Backbreaker position, pulling down on his abdomen. Alan Ducard: Nice power shown there by one half of Domination, as Ben Murdock lifted Jerry Starr up onto his right shoulder nearly effortlessly! Bryan Harris: Too bad he’s not going to get to continue his offensive! Three seconds after Ben Murdock puts Jerry Starr up onto his shoulder, Diego de Cardenas runs in and clips Rage from behind with a chop block, taking him down to his knees. Ben doesn’t let go of Jerry Starr, so Diego gets up and dropkicks Rage in the back, sending him forward and causing him to relinquish his hold on Starr. Once Jerry gets up to his feet, he joins Diego and they team up on Murdock, beginning with stomps. Grabbing the Canuckin’ Cowboy by the wrist, Katsuro Yoshida pulls him away from Ben Murdock and swiftly spins around and drills Jerry Starr with a roundhouse kick to the chest which flattens The Elite One down to the mat. Instead of getting to his feet, Starr decides instead to roll out of the ring under the bottom rope. Katsuro Yoshida hits Diego with a spinning backfist to the rib, stopping him from continuing his attack on RAGE. Bryan Harris: I don’t understand why Katsuro Yoshida would decide to help out Ben Murdock, especially since they are probably going to end up in the ring across from one another at some point in the near future. Alan Ducard: I’d say that the World-wide Bushido Buntai have a lot more in common with Domination than they do with El Chupacabra. Bryan Harris: Is that right? Because last I checked, Oppenheimer and Yoshida were born outside the United States, as were Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez! Jimmy Yates: Philosophically, Bryan, philosophically. As Katsuro moves over to a different part of the ring to rest for a moment, Ben Murdock hits Diego de Cardenas with a hard right hand to the head, rocking him back a step. A second punch drops Diego to the mat and energizes the fans. Taking Diego by the wrist, Ben irish whips him into the corner and then charges in after him. Using the top rope to hold himself up, Diego picks up his feet at the last moment and throws them between the top and middle rope, and as soon as they touch the apron he slithers his entire body out there, and Murdock hits the corner turnbuckles hard. Cardenas laughs as his rival winces in pain, but Ben quickly spins around and connects with an elbow shot to the side of the head that rocks Diego down off the apron. Alan Ducard: Huge shot there by Ben Murdock, and that stops the laughing coming from Diego de Cardenas much to the delight of these fans! Jimmy Yates: Not so funny now, is it Diego?! Ducking under the top rope, Ben Murdock gets out onto the apron and drop to the arena floor, chasing after Diego, who started to stumble away from the ring after landing on the outside. As soon as Diego sees Murdock coming, he picks up the pace a little bit, but Murdock runs in faster. Slowing his pace as he feigns a stumble, Diego sidesteps just as Murdock catches up to him, grabs Ben by the back of the head and sends him back-first into the steel guardrail. Bryan Harris: That big dumb caveman just fell into another trap by the much smarter Diego de Cardenas! Alan Ducard: Diego grabs Ben Murdock by the head, lifts him up to his feet, now he buries a forearm shot right into RAGE’s jaw… Jimmy Yates: But Murdock retaliates! Ben with a right hand that rocks Diego backwards! Not wanting Diego to be allowed to get away, Murdock moves in and grabs Diego from behind, lifts him up and crotches him on the steel guardrail. Remaining upright momentarily in suspended animation, Diego then crumbles down to the arena floor, right at the feet of the front row of the crowd. He immediately starts crawling away, getting to the isle before he gets to his feet, at which point he begins stumbling up towards the steps, leading out into the arena’s vendor corridor. Having not yet finished with Diego, RAGE exits out into the crowd by stepping over the guardrail and he follows Diego up the steps. Alan Ducard: I believe these fans are going to get a preview of the Falls Count Anywhere Match that Domination and El Chupacabra are going to have at our next pay per view! Bryan Harris: As great as that’s going to be when Diego starts kicking Murdock’s ass, how about we get back to the ring so we can check out the match that’s going on?! As Diego and Murdock disappear through a portal way, the broadcast switches over to a shot of the ring. With a hard European Uppercut, John Page rocks Arch Angel back a step, but the Anarchy member is able to hold himself up by holding on to the top rope. Page turns and runs into the opposite ropes, and on the return charges towards Arch Angel… but Arch Angel ducks and sends Page up and over the top rope with a back body drop. Exasperated, Arch Angel looks at Page writhing on the ground outside the ring, and he gets a little grin on his face. Running full speed, James Win leaps and sends a clothesline across the throat of Arch Angel just as he turns to face the middle of the ring, sending him backwards and both of them fall outside the ring. As the view switches to a camera where we can get a better view as they hit the ground, we then spot Chris Turner get to the bottom of the ramp. Alan Ducard: Chris Turner’s not supposed to be at ringside… all of the tag team partners were told to stay backstage… Bryan Harris: For whatever the reason he’s out here, Katsuro Yoshida seems to be worried about some possible involvement. Coming up from behind the distracted Katsuro Yoshida, Damien Black grabs the World-wide Bushido Buntai member by the arm, spins him around and immediately pulls him into a short-arm clothesline, leveling him to the mat. Getting into a mounted position, Damien Black puts his hands around Katsuro’s throat. Jimmy Yates: Hey, this isn’t a No Limits match, one of those referees needs to get in there and stop Damien Black from choking Katsuro Yoshida! Alan Ducard: They look otherwise preoccupied with Chris Turner, who is up on the apron… Obviously having seen what was going on through monitors in the back, Kevin Oppenheimer charges down the ramp to a good ovation from the fans. When he hears the ovation, Chris Turner turns around and hops off the apron just in time to meet Oppenheimer at the bottom of the ramp, and immediately the two start trading punches back and forth. Jimmy Yates: Turner’s not going to be able to distract the referee’s anymore, and now they’re making sure that Damien Black lets go of his choke on Katsuro Yoshida! Bryan Harris: They maybe should’ve been paying attention to the match the whole time. Hoisting Katsuro up off the mat by his wrists, Damien spins his opponent around, pulls Katsuro’s own arm across his throat, grabs the other arm, twists it back around into a cutthroat position with Katsuro doubled over forwards, and after putting Yoshida’s head between his knees, then immediately and forcefully drives him downwards with a cutthroat pedigree faceslam. Alan Ducard: Excommunicator by Damien Black, and now he’s going for the pinfall! Jimmy Yates: More than one person is watching the pinfall attempt happen, and with Damien Black glaring back at them, no one is doing a damn thing about it! One… Bryan Harris: I don’t know if any of them have the power to challenge Damien Black to stop it! Two… Three. The referee gets to his knees and signals for the bell. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match… Damien… BLACK!!! Alan Ducard: If this is a sign of things to come, if Damien Black and Chris Turner can continue to build momentum as a team, they could be a very dangerous entity. Jimmy Yates: Don't look too far into this. This was a match containing a bunch of tag team competitors, but it wasn't a tag team match. Let's see what Turner and Black can do next time they have to rely on one another to win a match. Bryan Harris: To some extent, that's kinda what they did by Chris Turner showing up and providing a little distraction. I see this as a definite sign that they could be a good team, and the fact that they haven't killed each other yet in the locker room just shows that they can coexist. Recruiting
Stephen Rawlings is walking down the hallway with a bottle of water
in his hand. Having just walked around a corner, Intern Avery sees Stephen
and decides to try to catch up to him to get an interview. As he begins
to walk after the former World Champion, Avery calls out to try to get
his attention. Stephen Rawlings: No! The intern lets the comment roll off of his back. Elsewhere Backstage
We are backstage with a sweaty Arch Angel and a clearly aggitated T.Rex. As the gets up to them, we hear Rex. T.Rex: Ridiculous, bro. We ain't singles wrestlers. I never got that whole "tag teams breaking up and doing singles matches" to hype a PPV match, or title match, or whateva. PLUS I didn't even get to wrestle. Arch Angel: Bro, relax. You wanna get on Legacy's Sh*t list two shows into our contract? T.Rex shrugs begrudgingly, and mutters and unconvincing "no". Arch Angel: Alright. I learned some valuable stuff in that ring. T.Rex: What's dat? Arch Angel: Those guys, there? Are younger than us. Less rusty than us. And I still hung. T.Rex: Ugh, I hate "moral" victories. Arch Angel: Well, if it makes YOU feel better, Teddy... you're still undefeated in Legacy. T.Rex smirks and chuckles, but trails off as two other members of the Legacy tag team division, the Canuckin' Cowboys approach with smirks on their faces. T.Rex: Hey, Chris, looks it! Its Canadian Bacon! We've seen ya taggin'. *whispers to Arch Angel* -- they do understand English right? I mean, they're like from another country. Calgary Carl: We’re Canadians, eh, not Orcs or nothin’. Carl looks over at Jerry Starr. Calgary Carl: Do you think I should explain to them what an Orc is? I mean, they’re pretty old… they might not’ve even heard of World of Warcraft. Carl turns back to T.Rex and starts speaking slowly. Calgary Carl: An… orc… is… a… mythical… creature… Allen shakes his head and steps in front of Carl. Allen Franks: Hey, good match out there, Double A. Carl looks confused. Calgary Carl: Seriously?! Allen, were you watching the same match I was? Because from what I saw, that guy’s rustier than the Elder Blade stuck in the mud at the bottom of Lake Yteria. Arch Angel just smirks, and T.Rex whispers. T.Rex: Y--Ter--ia?! told you they didn't speak English. Maybe if you end everything in 'eh. Arch Angel: I might've been rusty... which gives me an EXCUSE for how I looked out there. Arch Angel turns and looks directly at Jerry Starr. Arch Angel: What's YOUR boy's excuse.... ... ... eh? Arch Angel gets right in Carl's face bumping him. Starr and Franks immediately get involved getting in the way shoving the members of Anarchy back. Before things can escalate too badly some production assistants and road agents and referees come to the scene seperating the teams. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
Second Round Match for the Tao of Valor Championship John Iley vs Ron Bailey © Alan Ducard: The fourth match of the evening is not only a Second Round match in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, but it is also a Tao of Valor Championship Match. Bryan Harris: And you know what it’s not? It’s not a match with a stipulation tied to it as it rightfully should be. We heard from the front office a week or so ago that they didn’t want to include stipulation matches in the Hawkins Tournament, so in essence, Ron Bailey gets screwed out of an opportunity to get a Tao of Valor Token, which would put him one step closer to a World Title shot. Jimmy Yates: Well first of all, whoever wins this match is already one step closer to getting the World Title, since the winner of this tournament gets to enter the Co-Op Challenge last, and that’s a pretty good reward, especially since the winner of the Co-Op Challenge takes home the World Title. Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah, whatever… what’s your second point? Jimmy Yates: Secondly, John Iley has every bit as much of a chance at winning this match as Ron Bailey does, but you don’t hear him complaining about the token situation, and that’s because I think he realizes what I mentioned in my first point. Alan Ducard: There’s certainly quite a bit riding on this match, with the winner holding the Tao of Valor Championship as well as a spot in the semi-finals of this tournament. Let’s get to the footage to see who won. Start : Footage from the Match Bailey screams in agony as Iley applies the pressure of the boston crab. Bailey’s back arches further and further as Iley uses all of his weight to sit back on Bailey’s lower back. Alan Ducard: Bailey in deep trouble here! Iley sunk that submission in deep! Bryan Harris: That was a nice counter by John Iley, I’ll give your boy that much. Jimmy Yates: Bailey tried shooting in with a take down and Iley caught him by the legs. Great fighting alertness by the Newcastle native! Bailey reaches out like he’s going to tap, but clenches his fist into a ball, clearly refusing to do so. Iley arches the legs back and bends Bailey’s upper thighs as far back as they will go. Bailey reaches out with his hand again, but this time he manages to grab onto the nearby bottom rope with his middle and index fingers. Bryan Harris: Bailey just barely managed to grab a hold of that rope. Good ring awareness by the Tao of Valor Champion. After a count of two by the referee, Iley releases Bailey’s legs, well in advance of a possible disqualification. Alan Ducard: I think this one would’ve been over had it been in the center of the ring. Bailey was completely trapped. Iley stands up off of Bailey’s back, turns around, and pulls Bailey by the legs out towards the center of the ring. Hooking Bailey up for another Boston crab, the Tao of Valor Champion fights turning over onto his stomach. With of all of his might, Iley tries to turn it over into the full-out boston crab submission hold, but Bailey twists his body so that he rolls completely over onto his back, spinning Iley around and causing him to step over Bailey’s body awkwardly. Iley loses his footing and trips up for a second, but it’s all the time Bailey needs to grab him by the head and shoulder and wrap him up into a small package! Jimmy Yates: Excellent counter by Bailey! Bryan Harris: He has him! One! Two! Iley escapes the pin attempt and the crowd is startled by the incredibly close two-count! Iley and Bailey both get back to their feet and LEGACY official Klinton Porter signals to both men that it was only a two-count. Not even worrying about what Porter is saying, Bailey shoots in with a big Muay-Thai knee square to the chest. Alan Ducard: GOODNESS! I think I felt that one! Bryan Harris: Wait, is being British kinda like being twins with a guy? If he gets kicked, you feel it too? Jimmy Yates: Shut up... Iley doubles over, wheezing, and Bailey immediately grabs him by the head for a DDT. Instead of dropping to the mat though, he nails more knees to the chest and ribs area. Bryan Harris: Smart move there by Bailey. Jimmy Yates: I’m surprised he didn’t go for the DDT there. Bryan Harris: I’m not. Ron Bailey’s a master striker and where somebody might’ve been more prone to try for a DDT in that position, Bailey’s more comfortable bringing the pain with some strikes. It’s a matter of realizing your strengths, Jimbo. Alan Ducard: Excellent point, Bryan! Shot after shot, Iley gasps for air and Bailey imposes his will onto the challenger. Iley finally drops to his knees after about eight shots, succumbing to the lack of oxygen. Bailey relinquishes Iley’s head, rears back, and reaches out with an extended leg, connecting on the side of the head with a straight up kick to the brain. Crowd: “Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!!” Alan Ducard: That was bloody sick! Bryan Harris: Iley could be knocked out here! Jimmy Yates: He’s going for the pin! Hooking a leg, Porter slides into position and checks Iley’s shoulders. One! Two! THR- No! Jimmy Yates: He got a shoulder up! Bryan Harris: Here it comes! The Sure Thing! Just as Bailey goes to drop Iley down for a knee to the face, Iley hooks onto the top rope. Pulling forward onto the ropes, he slithers down behind Bailey’s back with a slow motion sunset flip. Bailey drops to his knees, straddling Iley’s face and leans forward while hooking onto Iley’s left leg. Porter slides into position for the count.. One! Alan Ducard: Hey! Bailey’s pulling up on the bottom rope! Two! Alan Ducard: Klinton!?! REF?! BUDDY?! THR- Porter stops his count at the last second and the crowd goes spastic. He sees Bailey holding onto the bottom rope and scolds him for it. Bryan Harris: Dammit, Al! Shut your MOUTH already! Porter motions for Bailey to let go of the ropes, but he refuses. After counting to five, he asks Bailey to break the hold again, but still the Tao of Valor Champion refuses. Alan Ducard: This is ridiculous... Bryan Harris: Disqualify him! Do it! Having enough of the flagrancy shown towards him and the rules, Porter kicks Bailey right underneath the funny bone. Bailey goes flying backwards as Iley had been trying to pull him down into the sunset flip the entire time. As the fans laugh at Bailey’s unfortunate luck his shoulders are pinned to the mat and Porter makes the count. One! Two! Bailey manages to kick out and Iley rolls backwards, clutching onto his head and chest from the vicious strikes he’s withstood from Ron Bailey. Jimmy Yates: John Iley looks a little beat up here. Those kicks to the rib and head were obviously effective. Both men manage to get to their feet, and Bailey swings with a wild right hook. Iley ducks and Bailey spins around. The challenger hunkers down and sets him up for a back suplex. Lifting him into the air, Bailey uses his feet to push against the top rope, giving himself enough momentum from a slingshot effect to roll down behind Iley and land on his feet with great agility. Bryan Harris: Nice move! Not giving Iley a chance to react, Bailey lifts Iley into a back suplex position and spins him around. Before slamming him to the mat though, he quickly lets go of the back suplex and hooks Iley’s neck on the way down, snapping him down to mat with a falling neckbreaker from the back suplex position! Jimmy Yates: Holy crap! That was a great counter by Bailey! Looks like this guy’s got more to his arsenal than just karate kicks after all! Bryan Harris: Bailey hooks the leg! Porter is there with the count... One! Two! THR- NO! Iley gets a shoulder up! Bailey pounds his fist into the mat, and gets up into Porter’s face. Alan Ducard: Bailey showing signs of frustration here. He better be careful because in the blink of an eye Iley can turn this thing around! Bryan Harris: Well I would be pissed too if the referee KICKED me during my match. Porter’s lucky Bailey doesn’t just Sure Thing him out of his Payless shoes right now! Cussing Porter and most likely his family, Bailey lifts Iley up into a fireman’s carry position. Smartly walking out towards the center of the ring and away from the ropes, Bailey then drops him down looking for a knee to the face. A sickening thud from Bailey’s knee echoes throughout the arena. Bryan Harris: The Sure Thing! He connected! It’s over! After shooting his forearms up to shield his face just in the nick of time, Iley stays in the hunkered down position as Bailey’s knee goes out on him from the blunt force of connecting with Iley’s hardened forearms. Alan Ducard: No he didn’t!!! Iley got his forearms up!!!! He blocked it!!!! Seeing an opportunity, Iley reaches in and hooks both arms around Bailey’s waist, lifts him up, and slams him down to the canvas with a perfectly executed Northern Lights Suplex. Jimmy Yates: Tyne Bridge! One! Two! Three! Bryan Harris: WHAT?! Alan Ducard: ALRIGHT MATE!!!! NEW CHAMPION!!!!! Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen... the winner of this match, advancing to the semi-finals... The fans wait for it in anticipation. Josephina Colbert: ... and.... NEEEEEEEEEEEEW.... Tao of Valor Champion... JOHN.... ILEY!!! Bryan Harris: Dammit... I don’t believe this... Jimmy Yates: Well you BETTER believe it, because John Iley just came up with a BRILLIANT counter to The Sure Thing, and the shock of it all gave him the opportunity he needed to hit that Tyne Bridge. Alan Ducard: And what a perfectly executed Northern Lights Suplex it was, and John Iley gets his first taste of championship gold here in LEGACY! Immediately following
the match
Beaming ear to ear as he steps through the curtain, John Iley walks through the Gorilla position where he gets a congratulatory word from various individuals, and as he turns the corner to head back to his locker room, Andrew Kelley is standing there, mic in hand. Andrew Kelley: John Iley, first of all, congratulations
on getting your first taste of championship gold here in LEGACY! Beaming ear to ear, John holds up the Tao of Valor title. Iley: …is just the best thing to happen to me here in LEGACY!! Andrew looks pleased that John Iley is so happy. Andrew Kelley: How do you feel about this match not
involving a token stipulation? Andrew’s face starts to shift to one of journalistic interest. As soon as Iley says this, none other than X-Calibur shows up. Taken
off guard by X’s presence, Iley goes to continue but stumbles
in his words. It’s enough of a window for X to interrupt. He thinks about it for a moment. Iley: Now we've got a little history, X, I'm not going to deny that, and because of that history, I do hold some resentment towards you. But... I'm willing to let it go, be water under the bridge. Let bygones be bygones. I'm willing to team with you, I'm willing to watch your back if you watch mine. And when it comes down to the Final Five, I'm going to allow myself to let those bygones come back, just a little. But until that time arrives, I'll keep you from being eliminated, so long as you do the same for me. He pauses for a second, then continues before X-Calibur can respond. Iley: And who knows, if I'm still holding this belt… John puts the Tao of Valor belt on his shoulder and pats it. Iley: …I might just give you a shot! Partner!" Recruitment (part 2)
Cronos Diamante walks through the locker room area discontented and visibly upset no doubt due to Diabolik. At the same time, however, he seems to have an extra spring to his step; a result of his being named a captain for the Co-Op Challenge of course. He walks up to Trevor Washington who happens to be standing alone for once and not bullsh*tting with another road agent. Albeit he is on the phone talking. Cronos Diamante: Hey Trevor. Have you happened to see Devastation anywhere? Trevor holds his cell phone away from him and covers the mouthpiece. Trevor Washington: He's in the Gorilla Press warming up. He has a match coming up soon. Cronos Diamante: You're worse that a girl, Trevor. You know that? When you're not bullsh*tting back here with another road agent then you're on the phone talking to God knows who about God knows what. Before Trevor has a chance to respond Cronos pats Trevor on the back, smiles, chuckles and mouths a thank you then heads off toward the Gorilla Press area. Cronos runs his hand over the bridge of his nose where Tino hit him with the baseball bat last Strife then sneers and turns a corner, finding Devastation cracking his neck and fingers. Cronos Diamante: Hey Dev!!! Devastation stops mid-crack of the index finger and turns toward Cronos. Cronos walks up to him with a genuinely friendly smile. Cronos Diamante: Hey Dev. Say… as you might know I've been named a team captain for the Co-Op challenge. I was thinking about possible candidates for my team and you came to my mind first. Devastation eyes Cronos for a moment, looking him over as he contemplates what he just said. He smirks before he addresses him. Devastation: I was the first one you thought of huh? He pauses for a moment, looking down at the floor momentarily before he glances back up to look at Cronos Diamante once more. Devastation: Sure, I'll be on your team. Now, if you don't mind I've got to go kick Stephen Rawlings' ass. Cronos Diamante: Excellent. That's what I like to hear. Cronos shakes Devastations hand and back steps while mouthing his final words. Cronos Diamante: This means I got your back for the rest of your stay in Legacy too. Get a good lick in on that cocky bastard Rawlings for me too. And win that damn match, Dev. I'm behind you all the way. I'll be seeing you later… partner. Devastation grins as he hears that. He nods a little bit as he speaks again. Devastation: I like the sound of that. It's good to know that someone around here has my back too. I'll be seeing you. Cronos turns around and walks off back towards where he approached while Devastation turns back to face the entrance to the arena. With his match now just moments away he begins to prepare himself for the walk to the squared circle as we go back to ringside. As his music starts up on the other side of the curtain, Devastation stretches his neck a little bit, but before he can go through the curtain, he hears his name called again, so he turns to see who is calling him, and what he sees is a vision of loveliness. Helena Fitzgerald. Walking up to him with a glimmer in her eyes and a very revealing outfit, Helena stops just a couple feet away from Devastation, close enough so he can smell her perfume. Helena Fitzgerald: Good luck out there. I'll be watching. Keeping her eyes locked with Devastation for another couple seconds, Helena then simply turns around and walks away, a coy smile on her lips. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
Second Round Match Devastation vs Stephen Rawlings Jimmy Yates: Next up is a match I was hoping to see from the first moment I laid eyes on this tournament, and here tonight Devastation gets his rematch against Stephen Rawlings. Alan Ducard: I’d say most people know the history between these two, so it’s obvious that Devastation has quite a bit of motivation going into this match, wanting to get retribution for Stephen Rawlings cheating during their match at ELEVATED TENSIONS… Bryan Harris: And I’m sure the fact that he couldn’t beat Stephen Rawlings at FORGED BY FIRE is also weighing on his mind, but as far as I’m concerned, Stephen Rawlings didn’t cheat to win that match! Alan Ducard: I don’t know if he exactly cheated at FORGED BY FIRE in the three-way match he had against John Iley and Devastation, but Stephen Rawlings’ win during that match certainly was a bit dodgy. Jimmy Yates: Something else I’d like to point out – the winner of this match will advance to the semi-finals to take on John Iley for the Tao of Valor Championship at STRIFE 36. I’d say John Iley is backstage right now celebrating his championship win and anxiously awaiting the outcome of this match. Alan Ducard: I’d dare say he wouldn’t mind facing either one of these two men in the semi-finals. He was very vocal about enjoying his match against Devastation back before Forged by Fire, and he obviously would like some revenge against Rawlings for cheating in their previous match, as well as taking advantage of John getting kicked squarely in the bollocks at Forged by Fire. Bryan Harris: Before you keep talking about John Iley’s bollocks, how about we just get on to the match footage, shall we? Start : Footage from the Match As Stephan Rawlings and Devestation are tied up in the middle of the ring once more, Rawlings decides to take measures into his own hands and pokes Devastation in the eye. Devastation holds on to his eye as Rawlings goes for a vertical suplex. Devestation is quick to block it with a forearm to the face. Rawlings staggers back as Devastation comes back with a couple of more foreams to Rawlings face. Before Rawlings hits the turnbuckle, Devestation connects Rawling with a belly to belly suplex back to the center of the ring. Devestation with a cover and the referee makes the count. 1. 2. Kickout by Rawlings. Devastation picks up Stephan and continues to rock him with forearms to the face. Alan Ducard: Devastation is not slacking off. Look at him go! Jimmy Yates: There's nothing that Rawlings can do but to take it like a man. Bryan Harris: Oh Stephen Rawlings will find an opening, and he’ll exploit it! Devastation takes Stephan Rawlings arm and irish whips him in the ropes, but Rawlings bounces back and before Devastation can even respond, gets nailed with a running power slam. Rawlings makes a quick cover. 1. 2. Kickout by Devastation. Jimmy Yates- Nice powerslam by Rawlings. Bryan Harris- Thank you, Captain Obvious, and it was just like I said! Alan Ducard- Either way, here comes Rawlings, back on the offensive! Rawlings picks up Devestation and drags him by the hair, and throws him into the turnbuckle, connecting with some shoulder blocks. Rawlings connects with more Shoulder block before Irish whipping him out of the ropes, but he brings him back and connects with a short armed clothesline. Rawlings with another cover. 1. 2. Th- Kickout by Devastation. 1. Kickout by Rawlings. Bryan Harris: What a cheap tactic by Devastaion. He knew he couldn't win so he had to sneak up from behind. Alan Ducard- What are you talking about? That was a smart tactic. Stephan should not have taken his eyes off of his opponent. Devastation turns around Rawlings and nails him in the gut, followed by a floating DDT. Stephan is slow to get back up as Devastation irish whips Rawlings and connects with a T-Bone Suplex. As Devastation picks up Rawlings he signals for his finisher, the Decapitator. As Devastation picks him up in the Alabama Slam postion, Rawlings is quick to get out of it and is quick to hit is signature move, the Tiger Suplex! Jimmy Yates- TIGER SUPLEX! THAT COULD BE ALL! Bryan Harris: Rawlings with the pinfall… 1. 2. Thr- DEVASTATION KICKS OUT!!! Alan Ducard- Don't ask me how he did it, but Rawlings somehow kicked out of that Tiger Suplex. Bryan Harris- This is turning out to be quite a better match than I thought. Rawlings picks up Devastation and hits a belly to belly suplex on Devastation. He then sizes him up and climbs on the turnbuckle. As Devastation is slow to get up, Rawlings takes flight and hits his version of the the hurricanarana... the OTHER FINISHING MOVE! Jimmy Yates- That's it. He's done… Bryan Harris- FINISH HIM! After hooking one of his opponent’s legs, Rawlings smiles as he reaches back with his other arm and tries to hook Devastation’s other leg, but using the strength he’s still got in his legs, Devastation shoves Stephen backwards into a roll. Rawlings gets to his feet, but before any further action can happen, a figure comes out of nowhere and starts to attack on Stephen Rawlings. The referee is quick to call for the bell and the camera pans over to show Mostafa Bashir, who had just jumped the guardrail a moment earlier. The referee goes over to Josephina and talks to her for a second as Bashir backs up and exits the ring and walks up the ramp towards the back. Josephina nods her head and makes her way to the center of the ring. Josephina Colbert: Your winner, as a result of a disqualification..... STEPHEN...... RAWLINGS! Jimmy Yates: What in the world…?! Alan Ducard: I’m not to sure as of why he did it, but Mostafa Bashir just attacked Stephen Rawlings, and because of it, Stephen gets to advance into the next round of the tournament! Bryan Harris: I imagine that jealousy played a role in his decision, because why wouldn’t someone be jealous of Stephen Rawlings?! Having just rolled out of the ring, Stephen Rawlings starts walking backwards up the ramp, and as he looks up at a distraught Devastation, Stephen gets a smirk on his face and then raises his hands in victory. Jimmy Yates: I smell something fishy about all of this... Mis-placed Loyalties
This portion of the show opens up in a backstage infirmary. There is a doctor, apparently with some stitching material as he is stitching up someone's arm. The arm has a pretty nasty cut on it as the camera pans up and sees the face of Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith wincing in pain as the stitches goes through the cut of his arm. He stares down at his arm and shakes his head slowly. The doctor quickly finishes up the stitches and cuts off the excess thread and grabs a bandage and starts to wrap it around the arm of the Crazy One. As Tyrone stands up and thanks the doctor, he turns around and meets face to face with "The Angel of Violence" Greg Allocca. Tyrone sighs and takes a couple of step back. CrAzY bOy: What do you want, Greg? Greg - "What do I want, Tyrone? I think the question is what do you want? What were you hoping to accomplish by sticking your nose into Issac's business? Don't you realize what a man like that could do to someone... Greg gets a disgusted look on his face as he looks Crazy Boy up and down. Greg - "...like you? Crazy Boy looks a little surprised by the statement, but Greg continues. Greg - This thing is between the two of them. Two monsters at war over something more valuable than your weak mind could possibly comprehend. There is no place in it for people like you, Tyrone. You should stay where you belong...as fodder for the real predators on this roster. After a very brief pause, Allocca continues. Greg - If you get involved in their business again, you could get hurt. Crazy Boy raises an eyebrow as if to say “Really?” Greg - In fact, I promise you. Stick your nose in Issac's business again... Allocca leans in a little closer. Greg - And you WILL get hurt. Tyrone winces a little bit and holds his arm, but then a smile creeps on his face. CB: I appreciate the concern, Allocca, but I could not just stand there and let Isaac beat down what I consider to be my mentor in Legacy. Even if it cost me a cut on my arm, it was worth getting my hands on Isaac, even if it was just a little bit. Tyrone stares at Greg, his smile not fading. CB: But I know that is not the true reason why you are back here to talk to me. I know you are not sending out your get better wishes or telling me to stay away from Isaac, so tell me what is the REAL reason why you are back here? Greg's face contorts into a grimace, he brings his hands up to his head, and shakes it violently from side to side. Greg - "NO! Not yet!" A fit of unsettling laughter escapes from Greg's mouth before he finally seems to settle down, letting his hands drop back to his sides. Greg - "You and I, Tyrone, we have a lot in common. We both suffer from disorders of the mind...we both know what it means to straddle that border between reality and fantasy. There was a time in my life where people might say I was just. like. you. Allocca slowly start shaking his head. Greg - But I've evolved, Tyrone. I've become something more than simply human. I am on the verge of a revelation the likes of which this world has never seen. I look up to Issac, I respect Issac, because I see a man who has already reached the depths of human depravity. I see a man who knows no limits, no boundaries. I see it in his eyes... A look which borders on an obsessed trance forms on Greg’s face. Greg - And I long to know what it feels like. Having slowly diverted his gaze, Allocca looks back at Crazy Boy. Greg - For now, you can just think of me as Issac's guardian angel... The side of Greg’s lip curls just slightly. Greg - An Angel of Violence. Allocca pauses for a moment, letting it set in. Greg - I've given you fair warning, Tyrone. And that is all I came to do. I won't be held responsible if you choose to ignore it. Tyrone laughs a little bit as he shakes his head at Greg. CB: Just like me, eh? Then you will know how it is to piss off a crazy person. Don't piss me off, Allocca, and everything will be fine. You couldn't beat me now, even with me at 100%. Against someone as crazy as you are, you just end up looking mediocre. As for Isaac. I can see why you like him and hold him up like he is on some kind of pedestal. Scum like you like other scum... like him. So why don't you get your so called "Crazy" self out of my face before I do something about it. I have other matters to attend to, so just back away slowly like the good dog you are! Tyrone slips past Greg Allocca as he walks out of the infirmary and makes haste to check up on Greyson Blade as the show fades to black. Greg - "Mediocre? We'll see about that. Your time is coming soon enough." Greg begins to laugh uncontrollably as the broadcast footage goes elsewhere. A New Hire Checks In
The scene is outside in the back of the arena, where the talent enters the building. Coming towards us is a female whom Legacy has never seen before. She has on a plain red, short-sleeved shirt, white denim shorts that go to just above her knees; her shoes a pair of half-black/half-white Nikes. She wears a white painter's-style cap on her head, brim facing forward, with brown hair flowing out the back reaching to just short of her shoulders. She looks quite beautiful, though we really can't tell exactly because of the shadow of the cap's brim covering her face—we can certainly see she's not ugly, and has a good-looking body. As she gets to the door, our view changes and we see Legacy agent Preston Thompkins standing, holding a clipboard. He looks up and stops the lady in her tracks. Preston Thompkins: Hold on there, miss. Need to be on the list to access the building. Lady: I AM! I was just hired, this is my first day, this is where I was told to go; now you aren't letting me in. Preston Thompkins: Look---you gotta be on the list or you can't get in. What's your name? Lady: Laura. Preston looks down at the clipboard for a second before his eye peer up towards Laura Preston Thompkins: Laura… what? You gotta have a last name. Laura eyes look upwards, trying to recall. Obviously this is a stage name, not her real name, because she's not such an idiot as to forget her real name. Laura: Uh... There’s a short pause before she looks back at Preston, having rememberd Laura: ...Depp. The road agent quickly looks up at her. Preston: Like Johnny…? Laura quickly cuts him off, as if she expected this. Her tone of voice is rude and laden with heavy sarchasm, a higher-pitch voice of slight mimicry. Laura: Yes, like Johnny. He looks back down at his list, running his finger along the names. Preston Thompkins: Yeah...here it is...Laura Depp. He looks up. Preston Thompkins: Since you're new, you'll need to talk to one of our higher-ups. In fact... He looks down the hall and spots someone and then points towards them. Preston Thompkins: That's actually Landon Savage down there. Go see him. Laura: Now we're getting somewhere. She heads down the hall and sticks out her right hand as she reaches Savage, taking her cap off as well. Laura: Mr. Savage? Landon looks over and notices the lovely young brunette and with a smile on his face, shakes her hand. Landon Savage: Hello, hello. And you are...? Laura: Laura...(nearly forgetting again her stage name for the 2nd time)...Depp. Laura Depp. The new wrestler you just hired. Landon looks confused and thinks for a minute, trying to remember something, and then he starts slowly shaking his head. Landon Savage: No... I think I would've remembered if LEGACY hired a woman wrestler. I'm not the final say on that sort of thing, but I've seen the list of developmental talent, and there weren't any women listed. Laura gets a semi-agitated look. That wasn't what she expected to hear. Laura: Are you sure? Because mistakes are made. I just signed like a couple days ago. I swear---obviously I'm SUPPOSED to be here. I'm on the list at the door or I never would have gotten this far. Landon walks over and takes the clipboard from one of the road agents standing a few feet away and flips through a couple pages. Laura rolls her eyes and gets a look of “Oh, come on”. Landon Savage: Laura Depp... Depp... Laura... He finally finds something and then looks up. Landon Savage: Ah yes, right here. It says you're a manager. Laura: Manager! (taps her head with her right hand--sort of going into an act here) That's right....manager. Landon Savage: Right... manager. So I don't know if you were trying to ask me which wrestler you're going to be managing... but I don't have time right now since it's obviously not important to tonight's show... so how about you run off and find some of the other ladies to talk to... you know, about hair and makeup and... whatever else you women talk about. The last comment seems to sting Laura a bit as she shoots a dirty look his way as he has his back turned. After shaking her head twice, she calms down, turns around, and continues down the hall. Derek Shane &
?? vs Adam Davis & ??
Alan Ducard: We're just a few short moments from the tag match between Adam Davis & Derek Shane and their mystery partners, but first we need to find out who those partners are. Jimmy Yates: That is the big question. There is no shortage of people that would wish to do bodily harm to Derek Shane. There were probably people lined up around the arena at the chance to team with Davis and get their hands on shane. Bryan Harris: Everyone can hate on Shane all they want, but he always has a n ace up his sleeve including tonight. He has already stated earlier this week that he has found a partner and it is Davis's worst enemy. "This is the new sh*t" by Marilyn Manson blares from the speakers as we see Adam Davis quickly make his way to the ring, grabbing a mic from Josephina. Adam Davis: Shane lets cut the bullsh*t and games, we don't need partners or parlor tricks, just get your ass out here and let's fight. Bryan Harris: See Davis is afraid of who Shane found to be his partner, either that or he couldn't find anyone who wanted to team with him. Alan Ducard: I really doubt that is true. All of a sudden we see "Big " Jimmy Smith run down the entrance ramp and get into the ring. Big Jimmy: Adam, I know you’re ready to beat the crap out of Davis, and nobody knows more then the two of us how much of a douche-cock Shane can be, but you know he always has a trick up his sleeve. So I'm fine with you wanting to rip Shane to shreds, but let me be your partner, no sense giving him the upper hand from the get go, lets keep the numbers even. Iceman shrugs. Adam Davis: You want to be my partner you got it, now lets do this. Shane get your ass out here. Some generic game show music plays and some scantily clad ladies roll three numbered curtains out at the top of the entrance ramp, and then we see two men wheel out a giant box. The women and men disappear and Derek Shane steps out on the stage wearing a suit and holding a microphone. Derek Shane: Tonight the role of Monty Hall will be played by Derek Shane, so Let's Make A Deal. Iceman I told you I found your worst enemy to be my partner, but honestly I didn't realize you had so many enemies. So I've decided being the nice guy that I am I will let you pick my partner. You can have what's behind curtain number 1, curtain number 2, curtain 3, or you can take what's in the box. Davis looks at Shane visibly annoyed as random fans scream out different curtain numbers, and a few scream to take what's in the box. Bryan Harris: I loved this game when I was a kid, if Davis plays his cards right he could get a new car. Davis: I'm not playing your games Shane, you come down here or I'm coming up there to get you. Derek Shane: Come on don't be a spoiled sport, it's all in good fun. So what's your pick? Davis shakes his head then runs up the ramp towards Shane. Derek Shane takes off his suit jacket and tosses it aside, but right before Davis reaches the top of the ramp Shane runs behind curtain number 1. Davis stops and grabs curtain number 1 and jerks it to the side, and then takes a step back. Standing behind the curtain isn't Derek Shane, but a man in black leather pants, a black elbow pad on his left arm and a titanium gauntlet on his right arm. Jimmy Yates: Holy Mother of... Is that who I think that is? Bryan Harris: Shane did find Davis's worst enemy that's the Judge those two have a storied history over the years. Davis charges Judge who sends his right hand with the gauntlet on it into Davis's ribs, as Big Jimmy comes running up the entrance ramp. Davis and Judge start exchanging punches with Judge getting the upper hand due to his metal enhanced hand. Davis thinks quick and sends a knee into the groin of Judge then flips him over with a snap mare twisting his arm behind his back. Davis then sticks a knee in Judge's backgrabs the arm with the gauntlet and twists then yanks up. The gauntlet pops off of Judge's arm and goes flying backwards off the stage. The Judge quickly hops to hi feet and runs off backstage. Davis is about to chase him then changes his mind. Jimmy Yates: Something fishy is going on here, that Gauntlet was attached to Judge's arm it wouldn't have came off so easily and there would have been a lot more blood, and Judge would have been in a lot more pain. Shane is up to something here. Alan Ducard: When isn't Shane up to something? As the "Judge" runs off Big Jimmy jerks aside curtain number 2 and finds a GIANT box of Rice-a-Roni. He looks up confused, trying to figure out what the catch is. Bryan Harris: It looks like Big Jimmy just won himself a life time supply of Rice-a-Roni, it's the San Francisco treat you know. Davis looks around annoyed and tired of playing games and goes straight for curtain number 3. He tells Big Jimmy to stand back and reaches to open curtain 3, but as he reaches forward someone opens the curtain from the other side and Davis shakes his head as a Japanese man in black shorts steps out and sends a buzzsaw kick to the side of Big Jimmy's head and Big Jimmy slumps to the ground. Alan Ducard: Even I know who that is. That is the psychotic Kenji Yamada, former OPW champion and current Sky High winner. Jimmy Yates: He also has a history with Adam Davis. Kenji throws a kick at Davis, but Davis blocks it and sweeps his legs out from underneath him. Davis sends a knee into Kenji's face then grabs him and then goes to pull him up but Kenji reverses the momentum and whips Davis behind him knocking over the poles holding the three curtains up and making a mess at the top of the entrance ramp. Davis works his way out from underneath the curtains and Kenji goes for a dropkick, but Davis swats him out of the way and grabs him in a headlock. Kenji sends an elbow into Davis's ribs to try and escape and Davis grabs his hair to pull him back into a headlock, but instead rips off a wig. "Kenji" looks up at the wig in Davis's hands and runs off backstage in the same direction as "the Judge". All of a sudden we hear a small golf clap and we see Derek Shane standing in the ring holding a microphone. He has shed the suit and is shirtless, but is wearing a pair of black tights with a blue stripe down the sides. Derek Shane: I'm impressed Iceman, you've made it past my two decoys and I'll admit I kind of expected that. We both know neither man was your worst enemy. They were just meant as a distraction, but don't get me wrong I have been in contact with your worst enemy and he is here tonight. Adam Davis screams "No more games" at Derek Shane and rushes the ring. Derek Shane: I guess you've decided to go with what's in the box. Shane tosses the mic aside as Davis slides into the ring and tackles Shane and starts laying into him with punches. A ref quickly runs down the entrance ramp and slides into the ring and calls for the bell to start the match. Bryan Harris: What is that ref doing? The tag partners aren't even at ringside yet. Jimmy Yates: I think someone in the back made an executive decision and figured this is the closest were going to get to the start of an actual match. At the top of the entrance ramp Big Jimmy gets to his feet and looks at the big box. He looks around and doesn't see a door. He knocks on the side which seems to be a big mistake as a hand smashes through the side of the box and grabs Big Jimmy. Big Jimmy is able to get free, but as he does and takes a step back someone or something smashes through the side of the box. A very big man the size of a sumo wrestler stands in front of Big Jimmy and he doesn't look very happy? Bryan Harris: Holy... all I can say is wow, not even I thought Derek Shane would have the balls to bring him to Legacy as his partner, but he is one of Davis's worst enemies. Alan Ducard: Him? Who in God's name is that beast of a man? Jimmy Yates: That man you could say has been to hell and back and his name is Hantakira, one just has to wonder if it's Earth 2 Hantakira or not? Alan Ducard: What? Jimmy Yates: Nevermind... Davis makes the mistake of looking towards the stage as Hantakira smashes out of the box. The other two may have been decoys, but there is no way of knowing if this one could be the real thing, and if it was he was in a hell of a lot of trouble, and not even Big Jimmy could help him. Derek Shane takes advantage of the distraction and sends a right hand into Davis's jaw and pushes him off of him. He gets to his feet and whips Davis into the turnbuckle, he goes to follow it up with a splash, but Davis gets his leg up and sends a boot into Shane's face. Shane stumbles backwards and Davis follows up with a DDT. Up on the entrance ramp Big Jimmy tries to go toe to toe with Hantakira but isn't having much luck. Big Jimmy runs at Hantakira but Hank sends him over his head with back bodydrop where he lands on the cold steel ramp with a THUD! Hantakira reaches down into his boot and pulls out his infamous spike. All of a sudden the screen goes black and a disclaimer appears a long with a voice over.
Jimmy Yates: We're sorry for having to cut away fans, but we can only get away with showing so much on television. When Hantakira pulled out that spike and attacked Big Jimmy he left him a complete bloody mess and the scene was deemed to graphic for regular cable television. Alan Ducard: It should have been a disqualification, that savage clearly used an illegal weapon. Bryan Harris: If the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen. Jimmy Yates: We now return you to the action. As we return we see Hantakira slide the spike back into his boot and lumber towards the ring. In the ring Davis has Derek Shane up on his shoulders and hits the Cold Shoulder. Davis is about to go for the pin when Hantakira attacks him from behind and tosses him face first into the turnbuckle. Hantakira steps in and lays in some vicious chops on The Iceman. The ref tries to get Hantakira to go to his corner since he isn't the legal man as Shane uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Hantakira steps back like he is going to return to his corner and the ref sees Shane trying to untie the turnbuckle in another corner and goes to stop him. With the ref distracted Hantakira reaches down and again pulls the spike out of his boot, but as he does Davis hops up to the second rope and jumps off with an elbow to Hank's head causing him to drop the spike. Davis grabs the spike and the crowd lets out a collective gasp as Davis slams the spike into Hantakira's chest and yanks down. Alan Ducard: I can't watch this let me know when it's over. Jimmy Yates: The FCC is so going to fine us. Bryan Harris: Somebody disqualify that man. Jimmy Yates: If the ref didn't see it it didn't happen...wait Hantakira isn't bleeding. The spike is still sticking out of "Hantakira's" belly but there is no blood just a bunch of clear ooze running down the chest of Hantakira. Davis is clearly pissed off that this is yet another "decoy". He grabs "Hank" and tosses him through the ropes and sets his sights back on Shane. Shane turns back towards the ring just in time for Davis to lift him into the air and hit a second cold shoulder, but the crowd boos as someone makes their way through the crowd and hops the guardrail. Bryan Harris: It's Shadow. Jimmy Yates: This can't possibly be good. Davis doesn't see Shadow as "Hantakira" has hopped back up on the apron. Davis runs and hops to the top rope and grabs "Hank" by the back of his head slamming it into the mat on the outside. Meanwhile Derek shane rolls out of the ring on the otherside of the ring and falls to the floor. The ref starts counting oth men out. Davis gives Hantakira a knee drop to the face, while unknown to him on the other side of the ring Shadow has thrown Shane over his shoulders and is exiting through the crowd. Davis sets "Hantakira" up against the guard rail and drop kicks him sending him flipping over the guardrail to the otherside, luckily the fans in the front row moved quick enough not to get squashed. Davis turns and slides back into the ring as the ref counts nine. Davis stands up in the ring just as the ref reaches ten and calls for the bell, and Davis looks around and notices Shane is gone. Josephina Colbert: Your winner by count out "Iceman" Adam Davis and "Big" Jimmy Smith! Davis looks into the crowd and doesn't see Derek Shane or "Hantakira" who have both made their exit through the crowd. He walks over to the corner and kicks the bottom turnbuckle very upset, before climbing out of the ring and heading to the back. Jimmy Yates: The Iceman picks up his first win in LEGACY, but not on the terms he would of liked. Alan Ducard: You can be sure this isn't over between these two men, Shane may have escaped tonight,b ut he can only run so far for so long before Davis catches up with him again. The Clock Is Ticking
The cameras flash backstage as we see Storm sitting in the backstage area. Storm looks down at his watch and the quickly looks up and see exactly who he is waiting for. Eli Storm: Franks…Allen Franks!! Man I’m glad you are here, bro. Allen Franks: Hey…hey, Eli, what can I do for you. Storm: Nothing too crazy, I just need an honest answer from a man of upstanding morals such as yourself. Franks: Okay… Storm: Good…now just speak your mind, because that’s what I need you here for. Allen shrugs his shoulders; The request is easy enough. Franks: Sure. Storm: How do you feel about Greyson Blade. Franks: Greyson Blade? He is a legend and a true champion. From what I’ve seen and heard, he is truly a upstanding guy. There is nothing I can really say about Blade that is bad. I look up to the guy and… “WHAM!!!!” After sending a hard right hand into Allen’s face, Eli Storm spins around, grabs a chair and in one fluid motion sends it into Franks’s forehead as well. Allen crumbles down to the floor and Eli Storm stands over him with a steel chair. Storm: Upstanding!?! The man caused me to lose my title shot on a PPV stage. He has even gone as far as to disrespect me to all of my fans. Is that the type of guy you look up to, Allen? Storm slams the chair down across Franks’ back with a sickening thud. Storm: Listen Franks, do you know that I went to Smith and demand a shot at Greyson’s title since he tried to take my shot from me and do you know what they said? Just as Allen is about to say something, Storm slams the chair across his face. Storm: Damn it, Allen, that was a rhetorical question. IT almost sounds as if they didn’t want to give me the shot. Can you believe that? So I figure maybe Smith needs some time to think. But you know somehow that isn’t gonna be enough, so is why you are here. Allen puts his hands up, begging for Storm to stop hitting him. Storm smiles and pats him on the head. Storm: Don’t worry, I’ll stop. But, Rob…Smith…I can do this every week until I get my demand met. So tick tock…tick tock… Storm starts to walk away as Allen slowly tries to get back on his feet. As he does, Storm rushes at him taking a huge swing and landing a brutal chairshot on to Franks’ forehead busting him wide open. Storm: Tick tock… Playoffs And Tournaments
As we cut backstage we see a duo who, prior to FORGED BY FIRE, would seem very unlikely to be walking with one another backstage at a STRIFE. Gryffin’s wearing a pair of black cargo pants, possibly tactical, and a traditional black Diabolik signature shirt. Fashionable as usual, Jake is wearing a pair of dress slacks, a black shirt with silver pinstripes which is unbuttoned to reveal the traditional black Diabolik signature shirt, his sunglasses tucked into the collar. Gryffin Anselm: So your Rangers disposed of the Devils pretty well. You think they've got enough of a team to get to the finals? Jake Dominion: It depends on the matchups, they got a helluva chance; your Red Wings easily took care of the Preds, their chances looking good to go all the way? Jake snickers, an Gryffin lifts his eyebrows as he responds, obviously a little amused by the comment. Gryffin Anselm: Yeah, nobody up in Motor City is too worried about matchups. We got it locked down… even if we have to play the Rangers in the finals, though if I were a fan of the boys from the Big Apple, I’d be worried that Sean Avery, Brendan Shanahan, Jagr, and Gomez aren’t going to be enough to get past Pittsburgh. Jake Dominion: Haha, you know if the Rangers make the finals against the Red Wings that you can't beat Lundqvist, and when my Rangers come back against Pittsburgh, you’re going to KNOW that we’re capable of doing anything. Gryffin nods, apparently agreeing with the logic. Gryffin Anselm: If the Rangers get to the finals, we'll have to find Ron Bailey and place a friendly wager on the winner of the Cup just like we were going to do with the semi-finals of the Hawkins... if it had turned out to be you against Crash. Jake Dominion: Yeah for real, you can always count on Cronos for f*ckin things up, man, I dunno what his deal is, it's like I offended him or something *smirk* But what kills me is that Moreno gets a win he didn't deserve two years in a row now, damn that kid must have a four-leaf clover shoved up his ass or something... Anselm lets out a chuckle. Gryffin Anselm: Maybe next year you can request to get him in a first round match and you can start things off by kicking his teeth down his throat right after the opening bell. The trademark smirk doesn’t leave Jake’s face just yet. Jake Dominion: Unless I meet up with him in the Co-Op Challenge, in which case he won’t have any teeth in his mouth a year from now… of his own, that is. Gryffin shrugs. Gryffin Anselm: If that’s the case, you can just make him swallow his dentures. Jake let's out a laugh as he retorts Jake Dominion: You know what bro? It doesn't really matter what the other teams look like because EVERYONE knows that The Diabolik's team is, without a doubt, going to be the strongest. And besides, tell me anyone who can beat the team of Crash, Jake Dominion and Gryffin Anselm, huh? Jake’s mouth forms into a cocky grin. Gryffin Anselm: Such a trio doesn’t exist, Jake, which is why there’s no way The Diabolik is going to be stopped anytime soon. With confident looks on their faces, the duo continues down the corridor. Famous Last Words
The camera heads backstage and we are immediately taken to a shot of
The Outlaw walking down the hall, No Limits Title over his shoulder,
and a rather pissed off look across his countenance as he stalks towards
the gorilla position. However, before he can arrive, he’s approached
by Intern Avery. Blade doesn’t acknowledge Avery even though addressed, and continues heading for his match, until Avery finally steps in front of him, forcing Blade pay attention to him. Intern Avery: Greyson … just a quick question for you? The Outlaw’s eyes narrow as he peers down at Avery. Intern Avery: Greyson, after Issac Entragain’s sneak attack earlier tonight, what is your condition heading into your match tonight? Avery holds a microphone up for the No Limits Champion as Greyson seethes, and finally he answers. The Outlaw: My condition? My condition is that I’ve been beaten up and tossed into a concrete wall, so yeah… I’ve felt better. Issac Entragain attacked me because deep down he knows that when I’m coming at him full steam, bringing the best that I can bring, that he cannot stand with The Outlaw. He knows that man to man, as brutal, sadistic, as violent as he is, he’s not yet man enough to take the No Limits Title from me. So tonight, he decided to try and level the playing field, but instead of taking me out, he simply pissed me the f*** off! It’s obvious that Greyson is pissed off. The Outlaw: If he was going to attack me he should have made sure that I wasn’t going to get back up, and that I damn sure wasn’t going to be meeting him in the ring. He stood above me with my belt and smiled, and I guarantee you that self-satisfied smile is going to be gone when I’m done with. I guarantee you that tonight I’m looking forward to knocking those pointy teeth down that son of a b****’s throat. The camera zooms in on Greyson’s face as he delivers his signature line. The Outlaw: Case Closed. With that The Outlaw heads for the gorilla position, in preparation for his entrance. No Limits Championship
Tables Match Issac Entragian vs Greyson Blade © Jimmy Yates: We knew this next match up would be seething with bad blood, but I don’t think any of us truly realized how much these two men detest each other. Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade and Issac Entragian just can’t seem to EVER get on the same page. Blade considers Issac’s actions despicable, and Issac views Blade’s morals as cowardice and weakness. Bryan Harris: It was interesting to see how our new No Limits Champion would fair in this environment, especially when faced up against a monster like Entragian, who I might add was the LONGEST reigning No Limits champ. Jimmy Yates: It’s no secret that Entragian ruled the No Limits kingdom for a long time, but this was Blade’s chance to show what he’s made of in a No Limit style match. And from where I’m sitting, Blade showed that he DEFINITELY earned his championship status, especially after Issac’s “Pearl Harboring” of Blade and Crazy Boy earlier in the night. Alan Ducard: This fight was quit intense, and these two just wouldn’t stop fighting. It was tooth and nail throughout; it got to the point where I was worried that their war would wage until someone physically gave out against his will, with neither man truly bowing out. Bryan Harris: A tremendous display of testicular fortitude from both these fellas, going BALLS to the WALL. And one prize hung in the balance, No Limits Championship gold. Let’s jump into the footage and see how this No Limits Table Match played out. Start : Footage from the Match The shot opens in the middle of the ring where Entragian and Blade are chest to chest, both getting up into each other’s face and talking trash. The men are so enraged, waiting for the fists to fly that they press their foreheads against each other, their eyes filled with intensity. This tense moment breaks down into dueling punches that seem more like cannon balls being fired. Greyson slams a right into Issac’s face; Issac smashes a right into Greyson’s face, back and forth again and again with neither man gaining the advantage. Finally Greyson seems to be getting the upper hand, hurling big right hands into Issac’s face. Entragian staggers back a few steps, then rears back and LEVELS Blade with an uppercut straight to the jaw. Alan Ducard: Talk about throwing some lumber! Bryan Harris: I’d hate to be on the receiving end of an Entragian uppercut, those strikes are DEADLY. Greyson crumples down to one knee thanks to the uppercut, and Issac moves in while locking both hands and raising them above his head, telegraphing a clubbing blow. Before he can drive his fists downward though, Blade shows signs of life and starts to piston fists into Issac’s gut, rapid fire shots that are delivered so fast that Greyson’s arms almost seem like a blur. Blade breaks this onslaught for a moment and plants a foot, and then drives Issac into the corner with his shoulder. Once the albino giant hits the turnbuckle, Blade starts to unleash with HUGE shoulder strikes to Issac’s midsection, softening up to the abdomen with each blow that connects. Jimmy Yates: Blade seeming to target the torso here? That’s intelligent strategy. Alan Ducard: It certainly is Jimmy. The weaker Issac’s torso is, the easier it’ll be for Blade to tear him inside out with that Killshot like he did to win The No Limits Title. Issac slumps further and further down against the turnbuckle, finally reaching a sitting position on the mat. Blade starts to rain down upon him with boots to the head and chest, and then he places his boot on Issac’s throat and chokes him out for a few seconds while using the ropes for leverage. Bryan Harris: Greyson complains enough about how Issac handles things, but look at him now, choking Issac out with his foot! That’s a hypocrite for you, boys. Alan Ducard: Lest you forget Bryan, this match is being contested under No Limit rules. What Greyson is doing is perfectly legal. Greyson reaches down and uses his power to yank Issac up to his feet, then locking onto his wrist he hurls him against the ropes with an Irish whip. Greyson hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and looks to hit Issac with a clothesline, but Entragian ducks under his arm stops in his tracks, proceeding to spin around and snap off a picture perfect bicycle kick that hits Greyson right flush on the jaw, making him fall like a sack of bricks. Issac wastes no time either, he reaches down with his claw-like hands and snatches Greyson up to his feet with both hands locked around his throat. Entragian then makes use of his raw power, lifting Greyson into the air with a two-hand chokehold. Issac bides his time, allowing Blade’s face to turn bright red, and then he sits out and crushes Greyson into the mat back first with a choke bomb. Issac is in perfect position for a pin, but knowing the rules of the match he hurls Greyson’s legs off of him and pushes up to his feet, then he slides under the bottom rope and begins to rummage under the apron. Alan Ducard: Who knows what goodies will strike Issac’s fancy under there, but it’s a TABLE that’ll be the deciding factor. Jimmy Yates: I’m still amazed by the showcase of power from Entragian just now; he recovered so quickly from that initial attack and just took the fight right to Blade. Bryan Harris: Issac’s endurance is something to remember, boys. This monster can take the worst of it and still keep coming for you. And that doesn’t bode well for Greyson. Entragian seems to find what he’s looking for; he rises up past the apron with a bull whip in one pale hand. A sadistic smiles passes over his face as he looks out at the crowd, and in turn the masses serenade him with a chorus of boos. The seven footer slides back into the ring and stalks Blade, waiting for him to gain his vertical base. Greyson stirs, and then slowly starts to get up to one knee with his back to Issac. Entragian steps in and WHIPS him across the lower back with the leather strap, sending a shockwave of pain coursing through Blade’s torso. Issac sidesteps a desperation punch from Blade, and then rains down on his right shoulder with a snapping shot from the whip, the sound of it echoing through the arena. Jimmy Yates: What in god’s name? Is that a BULL WHIP Issac is using? If nothing else, I’ll give this lunatic points for creativity. Bryan Harris: Would you expect anything less, Yates? This No Limits style is Issac’s personal paradise, and now we’re seeing the artist at work. Alan Ducard: A twisted imagination coming into play, and I don’t think Greyson can take much more of this. Greyson somehow manages to force himself up to his feet, and he swings out with a wild right hand aiming for Issac’s head. Entragian ducks out of the way while smiling, as though he’s playing a game with Blade. The crazed albino swings the whip outwards again and manages to get it wrapped around Blade’s stomach, and before The Outlaw can react Issac pulls back on it with all his strength, causing Blade’s body to spin in a circle heading towards Issac. At the conclusion of this rotation Issac steps back and BOOTS Blade right in the face, then to add insult to injury he tosses the whip right into Greyson’s face as he writhes on the canvas. Alan Ducard: Greyson has to find a way to get back into the fight, because Issac’s use of weaponry will weaken even the strongest of competitors. Jimmy Yates: Greyson starting to stir a bit now; and it looks as though one hand is reaching out towards that dropped whip. Issac has his back turned to where Greyson lies to the mat; he mocks the crowd a little by flicking out his forked tongue and baring his cannibalistic teeth. Meanwhile Greyson has hold of the whip, one hand nursing his right shoulder as he rises up to his feet. While fighting through the pain Greyson sprints forward and wraps the whip around Issac’s neck, and before the albino abomination has a chance to combat the assault Greyson LEAPS over the top rope while holding onto the whip. The result of this is Issac’s back smacks against the ropes, his eyes bulging out of his head practically, and then Greyson releases the whip and Issac’s body slingshots down to the canvas at breakneck speed. Issac twitches from the impact, seeming to be out cold. Alan Ducard: And now we see the wily veteran at his best, Greyson will always find a way to defend himself. Jimmy Yates: That was innovative as hell, and we see by Issac’s motionless form that it produced results! While on the outside Greyson drags out a table from under the ring and pushes it into the ring under the bottom rope. He rolls in after it and picks up the table, taking it over to one of the turnbuckles and leaning it there. Blade goes back to Issac and pulls him up from the mat, Issac’s eyes looking glassy all the while. Blade points a finger into Issac’s face and talks some trash, then cradling the back of his head he runs forward and tries to blast Entragian through the table. At the last moment Issac stops his momentum by planting a foot onto the wood of the table, and then he rears back and slams an elbow into Greyson’s face. With Greyson dazed Issac grabs him and powers him up onto a shoulder, then running forward a few steps towards the center of the ring he smashes The Outlaw against the mat with a powerslam. Jimmy Yates: Greyson was looking to end it, but Issac managed to keep himself alive. Bryan Harris: Instead of Entragian eating wood, Greyson ate canvas courtesy of a powerslam from seven feet up in the air. How’s it taste, Outlaw?? Alan Ducard: It’s not over yet, gentleman. Greyson’s heart is immense; he’ll find a way to get back on the offensive. Issac remains on his knees for a moment, drawing in ragged breaths as sweat keeps his long white hair plastered against his forehead. He reaches over and pulls against Greyson’s right arm, making it stick out straight from the rest of his body. Entragian then rises to his feet and begins to smash down calculated stomps onto Greyson’s right shoulder, each one causing Greyson to grit his teeth in pain. Issac pauses in his boot party, then sizes Blade’s arm up and leaps up, only to have gravity pull him down with a wicked leg drop right across the arm. Greyson grips his shoulder with his left arm, rolling around in agony. Alan Ducard: The jackal smells blood. It seems Issac has found his target, that being Greyson’s shoulder. Bryan Harris: Entragian is a monster, no doubt about that, but what most people forget is how CEREBRAL the man is. This is a smart move on Issac’s part, break down that shoulder and prevent a Killshot. Jimmy Yates: That’s true, if Issac’s wants a clear advantage then taking away Greyson’s devastating spear would be a good place to start. Issac gets up and snatches a palm onto Greyson’s wrist, pulling him up and wrenching his arm behind him in a hammerlock. He torques the arm as hard as he can, then smashes a headbutt into Greyson’s shoulder from behind. Blade staggers forward a step, and Entragian raises the arm again and wrenches on the arm, this time driving his own big shoulder into the injured shoulder of Blade AGAIN and AGAIN. Issac releases the arm, cocks his head to the side, then taking specific aim he fires off a HUGE hook punch right into Blade’s right shoulder socket. Greyson lets out a hiss of pain, and then seems to gain a second wind, for he blasts back at Entragian with a knee to the gut. Followed by another, and another! Jimmy Yates: Now that fire inside of Greyson is starting to burn, and when that happens things don’t look good for his opponent. Issac leans over, holding his gut, only to have Greyson take advantage and plant him SMACK on the mat with a DDT. The landing is incredibly brutal, with Issac’s body remaining perfectly vertical in the air for a moment ( Think Dreamer DDT) before his momentum causes him to thump downward. Greyson scrambles over to the edge of the ring and hooks an arm under the apron, and when he brings back his hand it’s holding a kendo stick. Meanwhile, Issac is starting to get back to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up. Alan Ducard: Blade is perched there like a batter looking for a homerun, and I don’t like Issac’s chances of ducking under this shot. Bryan Harris: Don’t turn around Issac! Entragian spins on his heels, staggering a bit, only to be met with a STIFF shot right to the abdomen with the kendo stick. Entragian falls back against the ropes, and Greyson follows him in and this time smashes the kendo stick down against Issac’s head. Issac reels, holding onto the ropes to keep from falling out of the ring. Greyson arches back and holds the kendo stick as though he’s looking to impale someone with it, then he darts forward in one swift motion and JABS Entragian right in the chest, the force of the blow sending the big man crashing to the outside. Somehow he lands on his feet, but one of his knees buckles and he finally falls. Jimmy Yates: Now we’ve seen what Issac can do with weapons, but I think it’s safe to say that Greyson knows exactly how to make use of them as well! Alan Ducard: A unique onslaught utilized by The Outlaw, and he has Issac on the defensive for sure. Greyson rolls under the bottom rope after Entragian, where Issac is crawling towards an object, anything he can use to pull himself to his feet. He gets to the ring steps, pushing up to his knees with his head hung low, hair falling into his face. Greyson picks his spot and drives the kendo stick into Issac’s cheek one final time, this hit causing the stick to splinter into a ruined mess. The force of the blow not only smacks Issac’s cheek so hard that it plants a few splinters in his flesh, it also causes his head to swing to the opposite side and smash against the ringpost. This double whammy makes Issac slump onto the ringsteps with his upper body, his eyes looking distant. Jimmy Yates: Greyson said he was going to teach Issac a lesson, and I think that’s exactly what he’s doing now, teaching Issac the meaning of the word PAIN. Bryan Harris: That was SICK. Listen to his crowd, chanting HOLY SH*T like a bunch of bystanders at a car crash. Blade nods his head in satisfaction, then he wanders over to the timekeepers table and grabs up a steel chair. With a firm idea of what he’s going to do, Greyson stalks back to Issac’s lifeless body and raises the chair over his head, looking to crush Entragian on the back of the head with it while at the same time smashing his face into the steel steps. Greyson swings downward, but at the last second Entragian scoots out the way and manages to palm the back of Greyson’s head, performing a bastardized bulldog onto Blade that smashes his OWN face right onto the steel chair which connects with the steel ring steps. Blade falls backwards into a sitting position, his hands going up to cover his nose which has started to trickle with blood. Alan Ducard: MY GOD. That was brutality at its worst, and the blood is now flowing freely. Jimmy Yates: That could of broken The Outlaw’s nose. Such velocity in the move! Somehow Issac is back to his feet, swaying and limping a little while favoring his left leg. He grabs Greyson by the scruff of the hair and forces him back into the ring under the bottom rope, then the big man does the unthinkable, he starts to climb one of the turnbuckles. While in the center of the ring, Greyson crawls on his hand and knees with droplets of blood hitting the canvas. Issac gains his footing and stays perched like a colossus in the sky, waiting for his chance to soar. After a moment Greyson fights his way up, turning around slowly to search out his opponent. Entragian takes his chance and SCORES, barreling into Greyson with a flying clothesline that nearly takes the man’s head off his shoulders. The albino giant tries to roll through, but he crashes and burns as well right beside Greyson, both men laid out in the center of the ring. Bryan Harris: JESUS! It’s insane to see a man of Issac’s size take flight, he’s so agile for a big man. Jimmy Yates: Hell, I bet that big ass unidentified object would even show up on an Air Force radar. Alan Ducard: This is a turning point in the match, both men are down and wounded, whoever rises first will get the significant advantage. Greyson starts to stir, rolling to his side and pushing up to his feet ever so slowly. He gets up to one knee, then powers up to the second knee, rising to both feet shakily. Entragian stays motionless for a few more seconds, but then monster sits up as if called back from the grave. He turns his head and glares at Greyson while stumbling back to his own vertical base. Greyson is breathing heavily, his face set in determination. He motions with his hands for Issac to “come on.” Entragian responds with a primal roar, the he proceeds to charge at Greyson like a bull. He swings one huge white arm out, looking for a clothesline from hell, but Greyson ducks under it. On the rebound Blade manages to twist the seven footer like an accordion and crush him into one knee with a stiff Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker that brings the crowd to its feet with that awesome display of power. Issac rolls over to one corner, one hand cradling his lower back. The corner he rolled towards just happens to be the one with the table still leaning up against the turnbuckles. Jimmy Yates: Issac is going to find himself in a very precarious position here. That table is right at his back, and I don’t think he realizes it. Alan Ducard: And as I predicted, The Outlaw is thinking Killshot. He’s moved over to the opposite corner, perched down into position and looking to uncoil and spear Issac straight through that table. Greyson digs his heels into the mat, his eyes locked on Issac as the albino begins to rise to his feet. Greyson sees his chance and sprints forward, looking for his spear, but from out of nowhere he is BLINDSIDED by a wicked kick from none other than GREG ALLOCCA, who just slid into the ring seconds ago. Alan Ducard: WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL? Allocca isn’t part of this match, what’s he doing out here? Jimmy Yates: Looks to me like what he’s doing is delivering a BEHEADER and saving Entragian from being smashed through a table. Bryan Harris: It’s obvious, boys. Entragian has a guardian angel watching out for him, an Angel of Violence who has a common respect for LEGACY’s resident Ivory Terror. You heard him warn Blade last week what would happen because of his challenge to Issac. Greyson’s own momentum causes even more damage, making him even more susceptible to Greg’s back heel kick. Issac takes notice of Allocca’s presence in the ring, his red tinted eyes narrowing down to slits. Entragian approaches Allocca who stands in the center of the ring, and both men stare at each other while the crowd roars its disapproval. In a positively eerie moment Issac shoots out a hand and grabs Allocca by the wrist, shaking hands with him at the wrist, with Allocca doing the same. A cold smirk crosses Issac’s face, while both men seem to be sharing a certain maniacal kinship of sorts. Issac whispers something like “brother in darkness”, and Greg nods his head in reply while grinning. Issac flicks his head toward Greyson, and both he and The Angel of Violence start moving towards the fallen Outlaw. Alan Ducard: What did we just witness? Some sort of dark alliance being forged between The Pale Plague & The Angel of Violence? Jimmy Yates: If that’s what it was, then God help us. Bryan Harris: These two just have a mutual respect for each other, boys. And now they’re looking to show Blade the error of his ways. Jimmy Yates: The ref needs to put a stop to this! It’s a blatant double team! Bryan Harris: Remember JIMMY. NO LIMITS! Just when it appears as though Entragian & Allocca are about to start a boot party on Greyson, another unexpected arrival hits the scene. Crazy Boy sprints down from the ramp and leaps over the top rope and into the ring, drawing huge cheers from the masses. Crazy smacks a right into Entragian’s jaw, driving him back, then he turns his ire onto Greg Allocca. CB starts to swing right hands into Greg’s face, driving him back against the ropes. Once there he hits a wild clothesline on Allocca, driving his body and Greg’s out of the ring. The two manage to get up and keep fighting, exchanging fists as they fight over the barricade and off into the crowd. Bryan Harris: Figures that whack-job Crazy Boy would come out here and ruin the fun. Jimmy Yates: Personally I’m glad Tyrone had the balls to stand up to those two deranged freaks in spite of being stitched up earlier tonight; very few men on this roster could make the same claim. Alan Ducard: And back in the ring Greyson is still down, and Issac has used to distraction to bring another table into the squared circle. Issac goes about setting up the table in the center of the ring, unfolding its legs and putting it in prime position. Then a light bulb seems to go off in Entragian’s head, for he goes over to one of turnbuckles and gets the table propped up there, proceeding to set that one up directly next to the first table in the center of the ring. Once both tables are set up right next to each other, Issac stalks around to where Blade lies on the canvas, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to his feet. Entragian grabs Blade’s head under his arm as if he’s going for a suplex, but instead he drags him towards the tables. Once there Issac grabs an arm and pulls it up behind his neck, looking to crush Greyson into the tables with a suplex. Bryan Harris: This could spell the end. Issac’s looking to put Greyson in his place, once and for all. Jimmy Yates: As much as I hate to admit it, I think you’re right Bry. The Outlaw seems to be all out of gasoline, nothing left in his tank. Entragian telegraphs the suplex, looking to drop Greyson backwards and onto the tables, YET as the very last second Blade pulls his arm free and pumps his shoulder into Issac’s gut, forcing him back with a modified Killshot. Entragian starts to fall, but he does not relinquish his hold of Greyson’s neck, and in turn Issac’s weight falling back manages to flip Greyson up into a suplex position. At the EXACT same instant both men go crashing through the tables, Greyson as result of the suplex and Issac as a result of the modified Killshot. The wood explodes in a shower of splinters, and in the wake of the simultaneous fall both men are laid to waste amongst the rubble. Alan Ducard: AMAZING! I don’t know who went through first?? It looked like they both went through tables at the same time, maybe Greyson’s Killshot drove Issac through first? Bryan Harris: I think Greyson went through first, just by an instant from that suplex-like throw. Jimmy Yates: Not from where I’m sitting. I saw both men go through tables at the EXACT same moment, it was almost too perfect. Klinton Porter rushes over and leans against the ropes, calling for Josephina Colbert to approach. He cups his hand around her ear and whispers something into it, signaling for the bell to be rung. DING DING!! Josephina Colbert: I’ve been informed by the official that this contest has ended in a DRAW, as both competitors were put through tables at the EXACT same time by offensive maneuvers! Alan Ducard: I knew it, what a surprise ending to a hard fought contest. As a result, Greyson Blade WILL retain the No Limits Championship, but I’d say both men are deserving of the fan’s respect for competing on such a high impact level here tonight. Jimmy Yates: This was intense to the very core. Both men dug so deep, and it seems their wells ran dry simultaneously. Talk about an even playing field! Bryan Harris: Goes to show you that these two match up like polar opposites, and we’re left wondering who the better man is. Alan Ducard: Judging by tonight’s exchange, I’d say at
this point these two are quite even on the scales. But will this sense
of balance remain during their next encounter? I suppose we’ll
have to wait and see. Scouting
Meanwhile, backstage, equipment operators from the production crew and road agents are furiously moving cable and other video equipment as the camera slowly weaves through the hectic scene. "Woah, what the hell?! Is that you?!" A road agent carrying a wrap of heavy cables approaches a man who many thought was gone for good, watching various monitors that keep an eye on the action around the Legacy arena. Dressed in a Chicago White Sox baseball jersey and common street cloths, Marcus Mirage continues watching the monitors while slowly nodding, taking notes from time to time. "What the hell are you doin' back here with the common folk, anyway?!" Looking away from the screens for a few moments, Mirage looks the road agent up and down before responding with a single word... "Scouting." No Attendance for Old
Men
With a clipboard in her hand, road agent Anastasia Ewing notices something out of the corner of her eye and turns her attention away from her duties onto the face of the frustrated individual approaching her. He might be dressed stylishly in a pair of designer jeans and a blue and white striped dress shirt, but John Thomas doesn't look happy, and that puts a frown on Anastasia's face as she steps forward and gives John a quick kiss. Anastasia Ewing: What's the matter? John Thomas: He's not here tonight. She looks disappointed as John shakes his head. John Thomas: Yeah, apparently since he didn't advance to the second round of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, the front office thought it might be worth it to send him to Europe to help promote LEGACY International. Anastasia Ewing: I wish I had known, John, but they don't tell me that sort of thing. They just tell me what I have on my task list... Did you at least see Loco? John Thomas: I saw him, but at the time I was still trying to track down Stellar and I wasn't really in the mood to talk to him. Anastasia Ewing: I could help you find him... John shakes his head. John Thomas: Not tonight, babe. Not tonight. Hawkins Memorial Tournament
Second Round Match for the World Championship X-Calibur vs Crash © Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for us to bring you footage of our main event of the evening, and what an amazing match up the fans had on tap going into this match. Jimmy Yates: You’re right Alan, and we know that these two had a rich history together even before coming to LEGACY, but after what has transpired the last few months these guys were ready to rip each other limb from limb. We saw Crash challenge X-Calibur for his ToV tokens, and in controversial fashion, win the tokens from X-Calibur. He used those tokens a long with an assist from Jake Dominion to defeat Loco Martinez and become the LEGACY World Champion. Bryan Harris: Controversial? An assist from JD? You can call it what you want, but Crash won. You can try to provide your version of ‘context’ to the situation, but the bottom line is that Crash found a way to both become and thus far retain the richest prize in our sport, and you know what? The people are talking. They are talking about the new champion. They are talking about Jake Dominion now that he’s come into the fold. They are talking about Gryffin and what he has going old man Cronos. People are in a buzz over The Diabolik, and that, my friends, is good for business. Alan Ducard: Well, business was good with the No Limits Title, the Tao of Valor Title, and the World Title both being defended on the same night. So let’s take you now to this second LEGACY meeting between X-Calibur and Crash with gold and advancement in the Hawkins Tournament on the line. Start : Footage from the Match The footage begins with X-Calibur and Crash both in the ring and each man is staring the other down from out of an opposite corner. The bell rings and the fighters begin to circle each other, looking for that opening, that weakness that once capitalized upon would give them control of the fight. Finally, Crash makes him move and charges the challenger with a clothesline that is ducked by X-Calibur. X. upon ducking the clothesline, quickly responds with a stinging right hand, followed by a stiff knife-edged chop, and then a left hook. The blows have some effect on the champion as he staggers back and opens up for the former ToV Champion to drive his foot into Crash’s midsection. As Crash reacts to the blow, X-Calibur hooks the arm and takes Crash up and over with a snap suplex, and as Crash tries to sit up, X-Calibur moves in and applies a chinlock. Alan Ducard: X-Calibur has the hot start here with some very effective strikes, and using that suplex to get Crash off of his feet and to the canvas and now he’s got the chinlock on and he’s starting to work the neck, perhaps in preparation for the X-Terminator. Jimmy Yates: If you have a move like that Alan, you are going to build around that and base your plan of attack around making that feasible. Frankly, if he hits it, game over. Byran Harris: Well, we’re probably a long way off from that Jimbo, and that chinlock doesn’t look like it’s going to last long here as Crash is back up to his feet and freeing himself with elbows! Alan Ducard: Here comes Crash off the ropes and there’s a big clothesline to take X-Calibur down! The World Champion now has the challenger to his feet and there’s a quick body slam from Crash. Crash now pulling X-Calibur up to a vertical base and he hammers him with a huge left hand, and now there’s the hook and X-Calibur is up in the fireman’s carry … DEATH VALLEY DRIVER! Crash connects with the “DVD” and he’s going for the quick pinfall here! ONE TW-Not quite a two count! Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur took quite a shot there, but it’s still too early to take out the challenger. Bryan Harris: Maybe it is Jimbo, but he’s making X-Calibur work, just in getting out of the pinfall against Crash’s nearly 270 pounds. Crash stays in control, pulling X up to his feet and tossing him across the ring with the Irish whip into the turnbuckle. The Diabolik representative then charges in after X-Cal and clotheslines him in the buckles. Not satisfied, he sends X-Calibur for the ride, back across the ring, and he meets him with a second clothesline which he follows up with a trademark belly-to-belly suplex. Crash again goes for a cover and gets but two. Alan Ducard: Crash is really trying to force the issue to pick up the victory, and he’s got X-Calibur back to a vertical base and there’s the standing headscissors! I think we wants to take X up for a powerbomb, but X punches him in the face, and Crash falls backwards! X-Calibur hits another shot to the face, and he’s back up to his feet watching for Crash to get back up … there’s a kick and … DDT! BIG DDT ON CRASH! Jimmy Yates: Now that’s going to be a turning point in this match! Crash was looking in firm control, but X’s tenacity pulled him through, and now its Crash who’s seeing stars. X-Calibur now pulling Crash up this his feet into a standing head scissors like what Crash attempted earlier, but … yes! PILEDRIVER! Bryan Harris: That move has shown up more frequently with X as of late, and now he’s heading to the second turn buckle and … driving elbow on Crash! He hits but I’m surprised he didn’t go Hang Time on us! Alan Ducard: It’s still early, and that move tends to be seen when X has his opponents severely weakened, but if we’re lucky we WILL see that tonight! X pulls Crash up to his feet and sends him off and on the return from the Irish whip, he hits the inverted atomic drop on the champion, and then comes off the ropes with the bulldog! The fans are rising up in their cheers, sensing X-Calibur could be going for broke, pulls Crash to his feet, but is met with a rake of the eyes! X is stunned and Crash lifts him up off his feet… and he’s going for the early finish! Alan Ducard: CRASH HAS HIM UP … Bryan Harris: AERO ZEPPLIN DRIVER… Jimmy Yates: …-NO! X-CALIBUR ESCAPES DOWN THE BACK … HE’S ON HIS FEET!!! Grabbing Crash by the arm, X-Calibur spins the World Champion around…. REACHES UP…. X-TERMINA... NO! Bryan Harris: NO! CRASH PUSHES OFF! Alan Ducard: We just saw two potential finishes in just a matter of seconds! Jimmy Yates: What’s going on here?!? Crash has bailed from the ring!?!?! Bryan Harris: He probably just needs to regroup after that exchange Jimbo. Alan Ducard: Perhaps but he looks as if he’s making no effort to return to the ring and the referee is counting! Crash has the belt, and he’s heading up the rampway now, and the fans are NOT happy. Jimmy Yates: What a coward! He’s walking out on this match … and apparently retaining the title by default! The referee is now calling for the bell, and yes he’s counted Crash out of the match! Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match as a result of a Count Out.... advancing in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament … X-CALIIIIIIIIBUR! Bryan Harris: Brilliant move there by Crash! He doesn’t need to win this tournament! He doesn’t need to get the final entry spot into the Co-Op Challenge! He’s already got the belt, and he’s going to keep it! Alan Ducard: Well he certainly ensured that he would retain his title here tonight by sacrificing a victory, because as we all know, titles can’t change hands on count outs or disqualifications. As the bell stops ending, Ross Quattro walks over and tries to raise X-Calibur’s arm in victory, but X tears his arm away from the ref and walks over and reaches between the ropes, asking Josephina Colbert for the microphone. Taking the mic, X-Calibur walks over to the edge of the ring facing the ramp and just glares at Crash. X-Calibur: Hold the f*** up! Where do you think you're going, Crash?! You think you can just walk out on me?! You think you can just walk out on a World Title match like you're the big c*** of the walk?! Get back here you dirt bag f***in' pussy! I came here to beat your ASS... and title or no f***in' title, I'm gonna do just that!!!! Crash just shakes his head. Josephina Colbert tries to hand him a microphone, but he just swats it away. X-Calibur: No?! You’re telling me "no" to a fight?! What, because you don’t have the numbers working to your advantage?! You piece of SH**!!! The fans can feel X-Calibur intensity as his eyes go wide with a flurry of raging emotions. X-Calibur: I knew that selling out to Big Lou meant selling your soul, but I didn’t realize it also meant selling your BALLS too!!! The crowd resounds with a giant "OOOOOOOH" and for half a second Crash looks like he wants to storm the ring. But he thinks better of it. X-Calibur: Okay. I’ll tell you what motherf***er.... I’ll get down on my f***in’ knees for ya!!! I’ll get right down on my f***in’ KNEES, and LET you come into the ring!!! X-Calibur gets down on his knees as some "X-Cal" chants deafen the arena. X-Calibur: I’ll beat your ass like this, Crash. Like a midget. I’ll beat your ass from the level of mentality you're used to thinking at, you sack of freshly squeezed taint sweat!!!! Just then, Gryffin Anselm steps through the curtain with a microphone in hand. The crowd boo's at the sight of him, but Crash just smiles. Gryffin meets Crash midway on the entrance ramp and hands Crash a microphone. Crash: Things really aren't looking too good for you now, are they? Without saying another word, Gryffin nods his head towards the ring and the two continue down the entrance ramp after Crash tosses the microphone sideways, launching it into the crowd. When they get to the bottom of the ramp, Gryffin heads to the left, Crash goes to the right, and X-Calibur takes a step back, trying to ready himself for a fight which is probably going to be coming from two sides. The fans are booing loudly as they prepare themselves to watch X-Calibur get double-teamed, and suddenly cheers ripple out from around the top of the rampway as the fans spot someone running down the ramp. The camera swings around and we see Cronos Diamante as he charges forward down the ramp, sliding into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Jimmy Yates: Look who’s coming to even up the odds!! Bryan Harris: Cronos Diamante needs to learn to mind his own business! Alan Ducard: After what The Diabolik did to him a couple weeks ago, one might argue that this IS his business! Jumping up to his feet, Cronos Diamante steps next to X-Calibur and turns his attention towards Gryffin Anselm, who is standing on the apron now. Cronos turns his head slightly towards X-Calibur and motions that he thinks the two of them should take on The Diabolik together. X-Calibur nods, then motions Gryffin and Crash to enter the ring. They take a look at one another, then they both nod and enter the ring. Jimmy Yates: What’s going on here?! Is this actually… is this going to happen?! Alan Ducard: I believe it is. Ross Quattro, fresh off of refereeing the main event, just got word from backstage… and it looks like we’re going to have an impromptu main event! Impromptu Main Event
Tag Match
X-Calibur & Cronos Diamante vs Crash & Gryffin Anselm Jimmy Yates: It wasn't scheduled to take place, but because the fans would probably riot if the front office didn't allow it to happen, it looks like we're going to get to see X-Calibur and Crash back in the ring against each other for the second time tonight, but this time we add Cronos Diamante on X-Calibur's side, giving him a chance to get some revenge on Gryffin Anselm for what happened a couple weeks ago. Alan Ducard: We've already had such an action packed show tonight, let's not waste any more time in talking about this match, and let's get right down to the action! Start : Footage from the Match Crash reaches his hand over the top rope and locks hands with Gryffin Anselm. Gryffin wrenches back on the abdominal stretch he has on X-Calibur. X-Calibur screams out in pain, feeling the added pressure. The referee is perplexed with the sudden outburst of pain. The fans scream their displeasure at the fact that the referee isn't even seeing this. A moment later, the young referee catches on, but its already too late. Crash lets go. The ref doesn't hesitate to warn him though about doing anything illegal. Bryan Harris: Who does this guy think he is, talking to Crash like that? That's the LEGACY World Heavyweight Champion. You can't accuse him of anything that you don't see. Jimmy Yates: Everyone else in the arena saw it. Why can't he just listen to them? Alan Ducard: We saw it. He could just take our word for it. The referee checks in on X-Calibur, checking to see if he's ready to quit. X shakes his head and spits in the direction of the referee, getting a large pop from the crowd and letting the ref know he's not ready to quit yet. Crash and Gryffin are back at it again though, trying their best to get a win any way they can. The referee spots their cheating this time and tries forcing them to break the illegal action. They ignore him, so the referee kicks them in the hands and unlocks their hands. X-Calibur, using this slight bit of help, hits a desperation hip toss and falls to the mat himself. Cronos tries to get the crowd behind X-Calibur, from across the ring. Alan Ducard: Cronos Diamante is trying to rile this crowd up in favor of X-Calibur right now. Bryan Harris: And what? The cheers from this crowd is going to give X-Calibur the energy he needs to make it to his feet? I don't see it happening. This is X-Calibur's second match of the night. Jimmy Yates: I gotta agree with Harris. X-Calibur has spent alot of time in the ring. Gryffin makes it to his feet before X-Calibur. He tags Crash in. Crash comes in, well rested and takes X-Calibur down, just steps before he reaches Cronos. Crash turns around and sucker punches Cronos, nearly knocking him off the apron. Crash thinks he knocked Cronos down though and turns his back to the Cerebral Warrior. He focuses back on X-Calibur, who's down on the mat, trying to get himself together. He steps forward and drops X-Calibur with a punch to the jaw as X-Calibur tries to push himself up. Crash sizes him up and uses a Garvin stomp to the chest of X-Calibur. Than the side of the face. As he smiles and looks up, Cronos Diamante is on the attack. Cronos uses a right fist to the jaw, sending Crash back a step. In doing so, Gryffin tags himself back in. The referee saw it, but Cronos and X-Calibur haven't. Jimmy Yates: This doesn't look good at all. Gryffin has used that moment of rest well. Bryan Harris: I smell a Devastator. Crash fires back at Cronos with a punch of his own, than charges in, seeking a double-leg takedown. Cronos welcomes the attempt and uses Crash's momentum to propel both men out of the ring and to the floor. Both men roll around on the floor, throwing punches and trying to gain the advantage. Gryffin pulls X-Calibur to his feet and lifts him up into a Gorilla Press. Cronos see's this on the floor and tries to get into the ring and save his partner, but he can't. Crash trips him up. Gryffin turns the Gorilla Press into a powerslam and pins the former Tao of Valor champ. 1! 2! THR...! KICKOUT! Gryffin is furious at first, but than nods his head in approval, knowing full well whats next. Bryan Harris: I said it before and I'll say it again. I smell a Devastator. Alan Ducard: I'm thinking you're right, Harris. As Gryffin stands back up, Cronos Diamante is in the ring. He spears Gryffin down to the mat and unloads right after right hand on him, sending the crowd into a frenzy. Alan Ducard: Things're looking up now, mate! Bryan Harris: This is totally illegal, Cronos isn't the legal man. Before the referee can pull Cronos off Gryffin, Cronos steps away. He drags X-Calibur back to the corner. The referee tries to stop this, but can't. Cronos is able to make the tag into the match and the crowd lights up at the expected showdown between LEGACY's two big bulls. Bryan Harris: Gryffin isn't backing down. Alan Ducard: Neither is Cronos. Jimmy Yates: This is going to be good. Both men charge. Gryffin goes lower than Cronos and lifts him up with his spear/spinebuster combo. Cronos feels himself being lifted, but goes through with it and traps Gryffin in a guillotine choke. Gryffin fights for his life. As this is going on, James Win comes running down the rampway. Win hops up onto the apron and tries to make his way into the ring. The referee is quick to spot this and struggles with James Win, who is already halfway in the ring. Jimmy Yates: That's the distraction, now where is Crash at? As Yates ponders the question, Crash sends X-Calibur headfirst into the ringsteps. Tino comes running around ringside with the World Heavyweight Title. Cronos releases his hold and rises to his feet, wondering just what the hell is going on. Crash takes the belt from Tino and slides in the ring. He sets himself in position, waiting for Cronos to turn around. Alan Ducard: Don't turn around Cronos. Don't turn around. Cronos does turn around. Crash charges and Cronos stops him in his tracks with a kick to the stomach. Crash tries to quick crack him in the face with the belt, but Cronos blocks that. He throws the belt to the ground. Crash rakes Cronos across the eyes and spins him around. Gryffin quick picks the belt up and nails Cronos in the face with it. Crash slides out of the ring with the belt in his hand. He tosses it and than signals for Win to leave the ring. Just as expected, James Win gives up his quest to enter the ring and hops off the apron and backs up the ramp. Jimmy Yates: Now isn't this convenient? Bryan Harris: Hmm... Yes. Crash makes his way around the ring and attacks X-Calibur once more. X-Calibur fights, trying to get himself back in the match. Cronos rises back up, feeling the effects from the championship belt meeting his skull. He turns around and is up on the shoulders of Gryffin Anselm in a second. Bryan Harris: THE DEVASTATOR! Gryffin executes the michinoku driver and covers Cronos. X-Calibur tries like hell to get back in the ring, but Crash holds him at bay on the outside. 1... 2... 3... !! Josephina Colbert: And your winners by pinfall... GRYFFIN ANSELM and the World Heavyweight Champion... CRASH! Tino comes around ringside with the championship belt and nails X-Calibur from behind, dropping him as well. He hands Crash the World's Championship belt, and then both Crash and Tino join Gryffin in the ring, raising their hands in victory, celebrating the win. Jimmy Yates: I should've known that this match would end under controversial terms... Alan Ducard: For the second time tonight, The Diabolik get themselves out of a jam with tactics which are less than scrupulous. The parting shot for STRIFE 35 is of Gryffin Anselm and Crash in the middle of the ring, now joined by Jake Dominion, Tino, and James Win, with their hands all raised in victory. |
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