"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
Waiting for our ship to come but our ships not coming back"

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
What are we saving for"

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.
The drinking never stops because the drinks absolve our sins"

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
But what are we waiting for?"

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
Cause I am living just to breathe"

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
It swells into the air"

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
Rising sound"

We see the crowd... and start to hear them. Screaming. Chanting.

"And never comes but shakes the boards and rattles all the doors
What are we waiting for"

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
Cause I am living just to breath"

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
But the beast was always here"

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
Because the beast is just my fear"

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
Now its just what I've become"

Crash pistoning rights and lefts into Loco Martinez.

" What am I waiting for
Its already done"

Rocky Stellar standing atop the entrance ramp, and then we explode into the chorus:

" Oh...."

" So give me something to believe
Cause I am living just to breath"

Greg Allocca and X-Calibur battling surrounded by fire. The Canuckin' Cowboys executing a double-team maneuver in the ring. Ron Bailey locks someone into a strong submission. Derek Shane kicks someone in the head. James Win springs off the top rope with his Asai Moonsault. Crazy Boy flies through the air with his Missile Dropkick. Adam Davis nailing a double underhook powerbomb.

"And I need something more"

An empty Legacy ring.

" To keep on breathing for"

Crash's limo shows up. Greyson pulls up in his Jeep. El Chupacabra stroll up with Hannah Perez. Ron Bailey walking up the steps from the subway, through the steam. They all reach the arena, with their respective championships.

"So give me something to believe"

and waiting for them? ... The entirity of the Legacy roster stands there. Waiting. Hungry.

The show opens on a shot of Alan Ducard, Bryan Harris and Jimmy Yates sitting behind a desk that resembles what you would see anchors sit behind in the studio of a sports news program such as Sports Center. Behind them is an elaborate backdrop which includes several flatscreen monitors, each of them showing the same view we're seeing right now of the recap trio. As the camera zooms in, the screens fade into a shot of the yellow golden LEGACY logo.

Alan Ducard: Good evening everyone and welcome to STRIFE 36. I'm Alan Ducard, along with my broadcast partners Jimmy Yates and Bryan Harris. This... is LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: There's a great night of action set to take place here tonight with the Hawkins Memorial Tournament being narrowed down to just two individuals by the time the night is over, so let's not waste too much time getting to the action.

Bryan Harris: Just six matches stand between now and the start of the pay per view weekend, and before the night is over, you all will find out what the name of that event will be, and you'll also have a good idea for what most of the matches will be, as well as all the team rosters for the Co-Op Challenge. Let's get to it.

The camera fades in backstage where Stephen Rawlings steps out of his locker room wearing his wrestling gear and signature shirt, ready to go out and wrestle in his match. As the door shuts behind him, Rawlings takes a step forward and stops in the middle of the hallway. The camera zooms out to show Intern Avery standing there with a microphone in his hand.

Intern Avery: Stephen Rawlings, in just a few moments you will walk out through the curtain to the opening match of the evening, with not only the Tao of Valor Championship on the line, but also the opportunity to advance to your second straight Hawkins Memorial Tournament finals. Can you give us an idea of what’s going through your head at this time?

Stephen Rawlings: Do yourself a favor, next time you get tasked by management to interview someone, go back and look at the things they’ve already said, because obviously you need to do your homework based on what you just said. This match is about so much more than just the Hawkins Memorial Tournament or the Tao of Valor Championship. This is yet another step in the building saga in which I become the Ultimate Grand Champion by uniting the Tao of Valor Championship with the LEGACY World Title.

Stephen just glares at Avery for a moment.

Stephen Rawlings: Context, Avery. Context. Start taking the time to take a step back to look at how historians will view things a decade from now. Is winning the Tao of Valor Championship important? Yes. Is winning the Hawkins Memorial Tournament a great accomplishment? Without a doubt. But there have been other Tao of Valor Champions, and there will probably be Hawkins Memorial Tournaments year after year after year. But there can be ONLY ONE person who can say they UNITED the Tao of Valor Championship with the LEGACY World Title to become the Ultimate Grand Champion, and that man is me.

Just as Stephen Rawlings starts to continue his line of thought, a large, bald-headed Afghan walks into the scene and forces Stephen Rawlings to back up until he’s standing against the wall, face to face with Mostafa Bashir.

Mostafa Bashir: My money, where is it?

Glancing over at the camera, which is still recording, Stephen Rawlings worriedly looks back at the aggressor and shakes his head.

Stephen Rawlings: I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Stephen nods his head to the side, trying to subtley give Mostafa a signal.

Mostafa Bashir: Perhaps a lit cigarette extinguished into your forehead would remind you that back in San Diego, you said you would pay me to cause a disqualification ending to the match between yourself and Devastation to allow you to advance. You paid me half before and said you would give me the other half afterward, but when I tried to find you, they said you had left the building.

A bit of nervous laughter starts coming from Stephen Rawlings, but Mostafa grabs him by the throat and lifts him up off the ground.

Mostafa Bashir: Do you have my money OR NOT?!

Stephen Rawlings: Yes. In locker room.

Letting go of Rawlings’ neck, Mostafa puts Stpehen back down onto his feet.

Mostafa Bashir: Do you trust this man?

Still looking at Stephen Rawlings, Mostafa motions towards Intern Avery. Stephen looks at the intern, then back at The Beast from Kandahar and nods.

Stephen Rawlings: To what?

Mostafa Bashir: You are going to be late for your match. You go to the ring, and this intern will get the money from your wallet. We will take no more and no less than what you owe me, and if there is not sufficient fund available, I will be waiting for you when you return.

Stephen’s eyes get big, but he realizes that he has little choice and just simply nods.

Stephen Rawlings: I assure you, there’s enough money in there. In fact, take a little extra for your trouble… say… eight percent? Just consider it “interest”.

Mostafa shakes his head.

Mostafa Bashir: Like I said, no more, no less. Now GO!

There eyes still locked on one another for a moment, Stephen Rawlings turns and heads towards the gorilla position. Intern Avery stands there, shocked, but Mostafa pulls him out of his trance as he opens the locker room door with one hand and grabs him by the collar with the other, shaking him slightly.

Mostafa Bashir: No more waiting.

The scene opens to Eli Storm walking the halls getting ready for his match when he bumps into Pat Reynolds. Storm tips his shades and smiles for a moment, stiffling a laugh as he sees Reynolds wearing a SlimJim racing suit. Pat looks up and sees Storm and backs up a little.

Eli Storm: Hey…hey…no need to back up, I just wanted to talk.

Reynolds: You mean like you did to Allen?

Storm: Hey, that was different. Look, I got my No Limit match…I just need to pick your brain for advice.

LEGACY's biggest NASCAR fan looks completely confused.

Reynolds: Advice?

Storm: Yeah, I figured hell, you haven’t had a match in God knows how long, so you prob’ly spend a lot of time back here, eating all the food, watching TV or jerking off.

Reynolds: WHA!?!

Storm: Oh come on…don’t be offended, all this time you’ve been slacking off. That can pay off for you.

Reynolds: Listen, Eli, I’m not here for the games, I got stuff to do.

Storm: Look bro, I’m just messing with ya. I really do need your help.

Storm snaps his fingers and two scantily clad women wheel a TV on a cart into the area.

Storm: I know what you’re thinking… did I plan this? I mean I just bumped into you and I so happen to have two lovely ladies with a TV standing by. Maybe…but then I don’t reveal trade secrets on air. I’ll save that for the masked wrestler or something.

Storm sets up a seat right in front of the TV.

Storm: Now all I need you to do is watch these Greyson Blade DVDs and take notes that I could use to help me prepare for a match with him.

Reynolds sits down.

Reynolds: That’s all I have to do?

Storm hands him a pencil and a pad of paper.

Storm: That’s all.

Reynolds grabs the pad and pencil as Storm turns the TV on and his play on the DVD player below it. As Reynolds sits to watch Storm sneaks behinds him and grabs one of the folding chairs laying up against the wall. Storm looks at the camera and puts his finger to his mouth “sheeesssshhh”. Storm cocks back with the chair but stops in mid swing. He walks a little bit away and looks at the camera.

Storm: Am I supposed to be happy with my booking. I said a title match against Blade not some tuner against the guy Blade waxed the floor with. I see last show’s example wasn’t one to catch your eye. I guess I’m going to have to do better.

Storm puts the chair back against the wall. He slowly walks behind Reynolds and without blinking nails Reynolds in the back of the head with a vicious buzzsaw like kick crushing Reynolds face into the TV screen.

Storm: Now what are the words, I’m looking for…oh yes…tick tock, tick tock…

Storm disappears down the hallway as people rush over to see if Reynolds is ok.

Alan Ducard: The opening match of the evening is our first of two Hawkins Memorial Tournament Semi-Final matches set to take place tonight, and it's also a Tao of Valor Championship match.

Jimmy Yates: For Stephen Rawlings, a win would mean another championship belt on his wall, one step closer to having held each of the championships here in LEGACY, and it would also mean that for the second year in a row, he would advance to the finals of this tournament.

Bryan Harris: Not only did Rawlings get to the finals last year, but he WON the tournament last year, and although not as many people like Stephen Rawlings this year as were cheering for him this year, I believe that Dave Hawkins would be just as impressed by Rawlings in 2008, probably moreso than a year ago.

Alan Ducard: I believe that the other semi-finalist in the opening match, my fellow countryman John Iley, is a closer match to the type of competitor that Dave Hawkins is than Stephen Rawlings.

Jimmy Yates: John Iley is certainly a talented competitor, and in his quarter-final match at STRIFE 35, he continued to gain some serious momentum as he picked up the Tao of Valor Championship by beating Ron Bailey. We'll see if he can continue that trend here tonight.

Bryan Harris: He better not get too caught up in trying to get revenge for the previous matches he's had against Rawlings, because if he does, it's not going to fare well for him.

Start : Footage from the Match

Rawlings whips Iley to the ropes. On the rebound, Rawlings goes for a lariat, but Iley ducks. Iley to the other side now, and on the rebound he propels himself into the air using every bit of the recoil from the ropes and connects with a flying clothesline. Unfortunately though, he connected with Klinton Porter.

Alan Ducard: Oh dear...

Jimmy Yates: Oops... bad position, ref!

Bryan Harris: John Iley zigged, and Porter zagged. Good move, Stevie!

Iley stands from the mat and looks at Porter who flipped over onto his stomach from the brutal impact of the clothesline. Upset with himself for hitting the official like that, Iley gets down on one knees to check on him, which is the exact invitation Rawlings needed to nail a standing mid-dropkick to the side of Iley’s head.

Alan Ducard: Right in the temple. That was brutal.

Jimmy Yates: Did you HEAR that smack?! That echoed across this arena!

With Porter face down and unconscious and Iley seemingly in the same predicament, Rawlings climbs to the outside in a hurry. Wasting no time for some underhanded tactics, Rawlings immediately begins scouring underneath the ring. Half of his body disappears under the apron as John Iley slowly starts getting back to his feet, albeit on spaghetti legs

Bryan Harris: Hurry up, Steve-O! He’s coming out of it!

Jimmy Yates: Look at yourself, Bry. At least TRY a little impartialness next broadcast.

Bryan Harris: Shove it up your ass, Jimbo! Rawlings is about to win here!

Alan Ducard: Maybe not! Look at the champion!

As Rawlings continues to scour underneath the ring apron for what is undoubtedly a weapon, Iley woozily leaves the ring and marches towards the time keeper’s table. Noticing that Rawlings is looking for something under the apron, Iley smiles wide to the crowd.

Jimmy Yates: Uh oh...

Politely asking Josephina Colbert to stand up from her seat, Iley smoothly grabs the steel chair she was sitting on. Nodding to her with appreciation, Iley then walks back to the ring with the chair in his grasp.

Alan Ducard: That has to be the nicest ringside weapon retrieval in wrestling history! Leave it to that jolly bloke!

Rawlings finally stands up after sifting through the weapons piled up under the ring’s abyss, with a Singapore cane in his grasp.

Bryan Harris: What?! Are you KIDDING me?! A cane?! Really?! It took that long for a damn cane?!

Jimmy Yates: Hahaha... that was pretty dumb of Rawlings. What a waste of time!

Rawlings locks eyes onto Iley, who is smiling brightly at the fact that his weapon is better than Rawlings’. Rawlings meanwhile lets out a cuss at his weapon inferiority complex and enters the ring by climbing underneath the bottom rope. Both men look at the downed official for a moment before locking eyes once again. Rawlings is the first to pounce with a wild shot of the Singapore cane, but Iley raises the chair like a knight’s shield and deflects the cane shot. Rawlings drops the cane upon impact after the vibration of the steel and wood meet together with blunt.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Rawlings’ hands are stinging a bit!

Iley smiles and sets up the steel chair onto the mat. Positioning it correctly, Iley then throws a knee to the gut of his opponent, doubling him over. Wrapping his arm around his opponent’s head and hooking his opponent’s arm around his own head, he lifts Rawlings into the air for a vertical suplex.

Jimmy Yates: He’s gonna break his back!

Just before Iley can snap down with it, Rawlings slips down behind him. He lands with great agility much to the amazement of the crowd. Rawlings grabs a hold of Iley by the waist, lifts him up and then snaps him to the ground, flattening the steel chair with a crushing backdrop driver.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOH!!

Alan Ducard: My GOD!!!

Bryan Harris: Devastating!!!

Jimmy Yates: Porter better wake up, this match is quickly becoming a No Limits match between these two!!!

Rawlings slowly gets to his feet and kicks away the bent and flattened evidence to the outside. Iley remains motionless on the mat, folded up like an accordion.

Alan Ducard: Iley could be severely hurt here. He landed badly on his neck and shoulders there..

Jimmy Yates: Yeah that landing was no good. Seriously.

Bryan Harris: If I didn’t want Rawlings to dispose of this English arse-hole, I’d probably agree with you guys.

With Klinton Porter still face down on the mat, Rawlings bends down to check and see if he’s alright. Shaking and smacking him a few times gives Porter his wits again, and Rawlings backtracks to Iley... who still lies motionless in an awkward heap.

Rawlings climbs down on top of him, rolling him over and covering him with his back while pointing up into the rafters. After a few moments, Klinton Porter begins crawling his way towards the cover, counting Iley’s shoulders down to the mat.

One!

Two!

THR-

Jimmy Yates: He got a shoulder up!

Bryan Ducard: How?!

Alan Ducard: The heart of a lion, this lad!

Rawlings looks at Porter with a look of utter shock strewn upon his face, as he holds his hands out pleadingly to the ref. Not wasting another moment, Rawlings pushes Iley’s feet forward into a pinning position for a desperate attempt to win the match. The referee begins counting...

One!

Jimmy Yates: He’s got his feet on the ropes!

Two!

Bryan Harris: Yes!

THR-

Alan Ducard: No! Porter saw it! Porter saw it!

Rawlings stands up, fuming, and immediately gets in Porter’s face. Porter argues back, until Rawlings shoves Porter hard.

Bryan Harris: What are you DOING?! You’ll be disqualified!

Porter actually shoves Rawlings back a little bit, and it’s all the momentum Iley needed to catch Rawlings by the tights and pull him down for a school boy roll-up. Porter administers the count, ignoring the fact that he pushed Rawlings into it.

ONE!

TWO!

THR- NO!

Crowd: TWOOOOOOOOO!

Bryan Harris: What the hell was that, REF?!

Jimmy Yates: Hey. You can’t blame Porter for defending himself. In fact, I applaud it!

Rawlings gets to his feet, in complete shock that Porter shoved him and nearly cost him the match. Iley meanwhile stays flat on his back, wincing with agony.

Bryan Harris: What is the deal with Iley? I haven’t seen him on his feet since he got drilled into the chair.

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure, but it can’t be good.

Jimmy Yates: Alan, you don’t think he’s... ?

Alan Ducard: God almighty let’s hope not..

Rawlings looks back down at Iley as if he’s surprised he hasn’t gotten to his feet yet, and bends down to talk some trash. It goes unnoticed though, as Iley rolls onto his stomach. Porter notices Iley’s strange behavior and demands that Rawlings takes a step back. Rawlings does so and plays up the crowd by raising his hands in victory like he just beat John Iley in the match. Porter then gets down on his knees and check on the Tao of Valor Champion.

Alan Ducard: Man, I’m getting worried here. What’s going on?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know. I really don’t.

All of a sudden, as Porter looks like he’s about to ring the bell to finish the match, Iley gets to one knee and waves Rawlings to come at him.

Bryan Harris: Is he mental? Did he get dropped on his head or something? Oh wait.... he did.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think this is a good idea. Klinton should’ve called it off already.

Jimmy Yates: What, are you for Obama?

Rawlings approaches Iley, with a smug look on his face as if he’s got the match in the bag.

Then, all of a sudden, Iley shoots a knee to the gut. He hooks both arms around Rawlings’ waist, and the crowd explodes into cheers as they know what’s coming.

Alan Ducard: Tyne Bridge?!

Bryan Harris: Was he fakin’?!

Iley suplexes Rawlings to the mat as Porter makes the count.

Alan Ducard: One!

Jimmy Yates: Two!

Alan Ducard: Three!

Bryan Harris: NO!!!!!

Just before Porter slammed the mat a third time, Iley collapses onto the mat, holding his neck.

Jimmy Yates: Wait... he didn’t get it?!

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell... I think Iley’s neck and shoulders collapsed under his own weight.

Unsure of what to make of the situation, Rawlings just drapes an arm over Iley who’s still holding his neck with an anguished grimace.

One.

Two.

Three.

Alan Ducard: Oh no...

Bryan Harris: Wow... new champion.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe this one just ended that way. Unbelievable.

Instead of Josephina announcing the winner of the match, she climbs into the ring along with various ringside attendees. They all smother Iley with their curiosity as everyone tries to figure out if Iley’s okay or not. Stephen Rawlings, however, gets to his feet and raises both arms high into the air. He looks around for the time keeper’s table and quickly makes an exit out of the ring; heading straight for the Tao of Valor title he just “won”. As he starts to head up the ramp, Rawlings stops, turns around and heads for the ring.

Alan Ducard: What is he...

Bryan Harris: I believe he's getting something that he's due.

Jimmy Yates: What did he just say to Josephina Colbert?!

Alan Ducard: I don't know, but it appears that she's going to make that announcement after all!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner and new Tao of Valor Champion... Stephen... Rawlings!

Jimmy Yates: That egotistical little...

Bryan Harris: CHAMPION, that's the word you're looking for, Jimmy. And yeah, Stephen Rawlings DID just have Josephina make the announcement, and why wouldn't he? She is the ring announcer, that's her job and she didn't do it!

Alan Ducard: I do believe that helping John Iley might be more important of a duty...

Bryan Harris: Yeah, for an EMT, but the last time I checked, Josephina Colbert's only life-saving ability would involve an ocean full of water, a capsized vessel, and those floatation devices on her chest! The last time I checked, John Iley isn't drowning in there!

The scene is the back hallways where we see Justin Moreno sporting his newest LEGACY T-Shirt design with a black shirt with the green "M" Monster Energy Drink logo and the words "Justin" written in a small green black font over the word "Moreno", written in the Monster Energy Drink font in white letters along with his baggy black pleather wrestling pants that come down just past his knees with the "M" logo on one side of the pants and a digitized green and white image of J-Mo hitting the "Razzle-Dazzle" and black wrestling boots with black and green kickpads with the green "M" on them plus black elbow pads and black Japanese Hayabusa style wrist sleeves with the "M" on them.

As he gets down the hall-way, he sees a figure headed down the hallway in the opposite direction. When we get closer, we see that it's none other than the No Limits Champion, The Outlaw Greyson Blade. He has the No Limits Belt around his waist, and his trademark "Demand Respect" t-shirt. Justin's eyes light up just a bit upon spotting Blade, and Justin approaches him and begins to speak in his typical laid-back demeanor upon catching Blade's attention.

Justin Moreno: 'Sup dude? I'm gonna go ahead and get down to business here. As you may have heard, I was named the captain of one of the Co-Op Challenge teams, and right now I've already got Stephen Rawlings on "Team Monster", but I need one more guy. I need somebody that I know can help get the job done in that squared circle and honestly, I think you're the missing ingredient that I need for this team to win this thing. So what do you say, bro?

The Outlaw nods, listening to J-Mo, and finally when posed the question he responds in a thoughtful fashion.

The Outlaw: While I despise the other jackass on your squad, I definitely respect you, man. You're really coming up through the ranks and doing it the right way, and normally I would be down with being on your team, especially with the LEGACY World Championship being available. However, this thing with me and Issac, isn't over, and right now for all intents and purposes, he's my focus for this coming PPV, and after the match that I envision us having, I can't think I would be in the condition to be the kind of partner you'll need to ensure that you get to the final five. Again man, I'm honored that you'd ask, but given the situation I think you can choose someone who might be a better help.

The Outlaw thinks for a moment and then continues.

The Outlaw: You know man, I've been working with Crazy Boy a lot over the past few months, and he's really been looking good in that ring. I'll vouch for the guy and tell ya, I don't think before tonight he was selected, but you should ask him if he'd be willing to complete your dance card. I mean he's definitely got a penchant for some high risk, hardcore stuff like I do.

Justin nods his head in understanding as he then begins to respond.

Justin Moreno: I see your point, dude. I'll go talk to Crazy Boy and see if he'd be interested. Thanks for the suggestion, man! I think you’re right, Crazy Boy would definitely be a great addition to Team Monster.

Justin then takes off down the hallway in search of Crazy Boy.

A man in an expensive suit is seen walking backstage carrying a briefcase. He stops in front of a door with a giant gold star on it. Written on the star is the name Derek Shane. The man knocks on the door and Shadow opens.

Man: Hi, my name is Agent Buchanan with Warner Brothers Studios.

Shadow: Shane isn't excepting and guest at this time, if you giv eme your card I'll have him contact you.

Agent Buchanan: This is a very important matter concerning an upcoming film, I'd hate to have to take this film to Matther McConaughey.

The door suddenly flies open very quickly and we see Derek Shane.

Derek Shane: I'm not doing Sahara 2, even I wouldn't touch that.

Agent Buchanan: Mister Shane my name is James Buchanan with Warner brothers studios, and they want you on board for a very big picture we're working on. They even have a contract drawn up for you to look over.

Derek Shane: What kind of movie are we talking about here James?

Agent Buchanan: Please my friends call me Bucky.

Derek Shane: I'm not your friend, and what the hell kind of nickname is Bucky?

Agent Buchanan: Well I picked it up in the war, and it kind of stuck.

Derek Shane: Spare me your life story "Bucky", what kind of movie we talking about here?

Agent "Bucky": Warner Brothers wants Derek Shane to take the lead role in the upcoming Captain America movie, and they will pay you 15 million dollars to play Steve Rogers.

Derek Shane: If i'm going to do that type of movie, I want the main role, I want to paly Captain America.

Shadow leans over and whispers something to Shane.

Derek Shane: I knew that, I was jsut kidding.

Agent "Bucky": There is also an option to appear in the follow Avengers movie. WB has been so impressed with your previous work they don't even need you to audition. I just need you to sign this letter of intent and then someone will call you later this week witht he details.

Agent "Bucky" pulls out a clipboard and pen from his briefcase.

Agent "Bucky": I'm very busy we're in talks for Richard Dean Anderson to do another MacGuyver movie so if you sign this we can both get back to business.

Shane grabs the pen and flips to the alst page and starts to sign when Shadow whispers in his ear.

Derek Shane: Relax, we're both busy. I can sign it now so me and Bucky here can get back to our busy schedules and read it later. It's only a letter of intent.

Shadow shakes his head as Shane signs the contract and hans it back t Bucky who puts it in his briefcase. Bucky thanks shane and then leaves and the door shuts behind him.

The scene is a dark locker room where we see the silhouettes of two very menacing figures and their comparatively diminutive manager where we see that Damien Black is holding a lighter, staring at it hypnotically in a trance-like state as Chris Turner stands to the right with the Reverend Ezekiel Caine in the middle. The Reverend then begins to speak in his trademark raspy Southern accent.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: It seems that LEGACY's own international ambassadors have been clutching onto their sacred title shot for far too long. Now why would this good shepherd say such a vile, reprehensible thing, you ask? Because, children of the flock, I merely speak the truth. Katsuro and Oppenheimer should have cashed in that title opportunity while they had the chance for now, they have drawn the ire of Damien and young Christopher over here...

Chris Turner: Come on! It's Chris! Chris Chris Chris! You got it? It's not that hard. It rhymes with piss! Miss... Swiss... Bliss! CHRIS!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Christopher, please... allow me to do the talking.

Turner sighs.

Chris Turner: Can we at least turn on a light?

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: No, it's for dramatic effect...

He turns back to the camera.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: As I was saying, Worldwide Bushido Buntai, you should have cashed in that title shot because my delightfully twisted associates here have been dying to get their hands on you and take away your precious title shot. You see, Christopher...

Chris Turner: One more time little man! One more F*CKING time!

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Whatever... As I was saying... again, my two clients know not of the word remorse. They know no mercy. Darkness is about to shroud your paths, Kevin and Katsuro. For you see, we're going to put you two buffoons out of commission. Because bringing these two into a wrestling atmosphere is like bringing a Vietnam veteran to a game of paintball. On one hand, you might get a friendly game, but there's always that chance of trigger a flashback and dredging up some old painful memories.

Chris Turner: Sweet! We're challenging them to a paintball game?

Damien grunts and smacks him upside his head.

Chris Turner: God damn it! That hurt!

Chris hits Damien back, but then the Reverend clears his throat, and they both stop, turning back to him.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: As I was saying before Christopher..., it's not going to be IF they experience "Eternal Damnation"...

Chris Turner: It's CHRIS! Forget it... I can't deal with this right now! I'm going to get a beer!

He angrily leaves the locker room slamming the door behind him... He goes into the hallway and begins to walk towards the front of the arena where he can get beer, and comes across the World Wide Bushido Buntai. They are thick into a discussion. Chris gets an idea and grabs a chair.

Chris Turner: HEY! SH*T HEADS!

He tosses the chair and it hits the wall about a foot from Kevin Oppenheimer... Oppenheimer turns to him with a pissed off look on his face.

Kevin Oppenheimer: OI! What kinda madness is that?!

Chris Turner: The steel kind?

Yoshida doesn't look amused.

Katsuro Yoshida: What do you want, Turner?

Chris Turner: I want you to give me a match... for your tag title shots! I mean... It's not like your usin' 'em!

Kevin Oppenheimer: And what makes you think we'd be lettin' the likes of you get a chance at our shots?

Chris Turner: Does "Well I have a monster locked up in my locker room" count?

Kevin Oppenheimer: A freak who's scared to show his face half the time is more like it!

Chris Turner: OOH.... I Know the answer then!

He raises his hand up into the air.

Chris Turner: Kev.... Japanese guy.... Say hello to my little friend... His name is Fisty! If you don't give me a shot at your f*cking title... I swear to all the Greek, Hindu, Muslim, Jewish, Catholic, Atheist, Mormon, and Scientology gods.... My friend will become best friends with your chin... And then I will reach down your throat and pull out your intestines... That motivation enough for ya?

Yoshida remains calm.

Katsuro Yoshida: Mr. Turner, what you're asking for is a favor. You want us to give you an opportunity which no one else in this organization can give you, and you ask for this favor by throwing steel chairs and threatening to hit us?

Yoshida remains silent fora moment, then continues.

Katsuro Yoshida: Unlike you and Damien Black, the World Wide Bushido Buntai are honorable. We have heard the whispers, and we are willing to show the world that we are worthy of a tag title shot. If that means we have to beat you and your dark associate, then sobeit.

Chris Turner: My associate and I and the word "Beat".... do belong in a sentence together... Only in a different order... As in... I will beat the sh*t out of you, take your title shot, and wipe my ass with your honor! Pay Per View?

Katsuro Yoshida nods, then turns the focus of his gaze to a different target as Damien Black and Reverend Ezekiel Caine show up.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Yeah, we'll see you at the pay per view, and mate? Don't EVER disrespect us that way ever again!

Chris pretends to be scared...

Chris Turner: And what? Wipe your ass with my lack of Honor? Come on Damien... lets get a beer... And talk some sh*t about these tools!

He turns and begins to walk away.

Kevin Oppenheimer: When we get through with you, you're going to have to wipe your ass nice and clean to get my size 12 boot out of it!

Chris nudges Damien in the side as they continue to walk away...

Chris Turner: You here that? He called you gay!

Black turns and stares at Turner.

Chris Turner: No he didn't... I'm just f*cking with ya!

He turns back to the WWBB real quick and winks at them...

Chris Turner: Make sure to polish it up real nice then!

Kevin Oppenheimer: Oh I will, and Rev? Be glad I only have two boots to give!

Chris laughs as Black, Turner, and the Reverend disappear down the hallway.

Jimmy Yates: Second match of the night is a No Limits match between former No Limits Champion Cronos Diamante, and Eli Storm, who is looking to prove to the front office that he's worthy of a shot at the No Limits Title.

Bryan Harris: Eli Storm has already defeated Greyson Blade once, what more does he have to do to prove that he can do it again?

Alan Ducard: Beating someone in a regular match isone thing, but beating someone in a No Limits match is a completely different thing altogether.

Jimmy Yates: Eli Storm has nothing to complain about. He is asking for a chance to fight the No Limits champion, and so what does the front office do? They sign him to fight the former No Limits Champion. It's put-up or shut-up time for Eli Storm.

Bryan Harris: See, where I stand, Eli Storm doesn't have to prove that he's worthy of fighting Greyson Blade, but if they want him to jump through hoops first? That's their prerogative.

Alan Ducard: Let's see how he did.

Start : Footage from the Match

Eli Storm connects with a vicious standing side kick to Cronos sternum and sends Cronos reeling into the ropes. Cronos bounces off the ropes with a roundhouse punch that sets Eli back a step. Cronos charges in with a clothesline from hell but Eli ducks the attempt and pushes Cronos into the ropes. Upon return from the ropes, Eli pulls Cronos down into a school boy pin.

One…

Jimmy Yates: Kick out. There’s no way Eli is getting a pin this early on in the match.

Alan Ducard: This has been one heck of a match. It’s been back and forth from the beginning. Both men refuse to give a single inch.

Bryan Harris: You could say that The Incredible One is highly motivated for this match. Not only does he get in the ring to break into the No Limits Division, but as an ultimate goal he gets to go after a man he hates more than anybody… Greyson Blade.

Cronos is up to his feet and Eli is all over him with a flurry of punches. Cronos tries his best to cover up but the majority of them are hitting their target area. Eli quickly grabs hold of Cronos’ right arm and twists it around causing Cronos to fall to one knee. It doesn’t last long however, as Cronos is back on his feet and trying to reverse the hold. Eli grins and steps into the hold and sends an elevated kick to Cronos’ jaw that sends him to the mat.

Alan Ducard: My God! Did you hear that? It sounded like a steel chair meeting Cronos’ skull.

Jimmy Yates: Take nothing away from Cronos but those kicks of Eli’s are vicious.

Bryan Harris: Cronos is out of it. Look at him.

At the precise moment Jimmy Yates finishes his sentence, Storm is swept onto his back and Cronos practically jumps onto him to apply a crucifix armbar. Storm is struggling to gain an advantage over Cronos’ mat skills but he can’t overtake him. Storm reaches the ropes and tugs on it and yells at the referee to break the hold.

Alan Ducard: No Limits match, Eli. That’s a legal hold no matter how it’s applied.

Bryan Harris: Give the man a break. It’s his first match in the No Limits Division.

Cronos let’s go of the hold and kicks Eli on the side of the face and rolls backward to get to his feet. Cronos let’s Eli up.

Jimmy Yates: That’s a mistake on Cronos’ part but it seems he’s giving Eli a chance to familiarize himself with the division rules.

Alan Ducard: That or he’s sick of Eli’s whining like everyone else.

Bryan Harris: I happen to like the guy.

Eli up to his feet rushes in on Cronos and locks horns with the larger man. Cronos using his height and strength to his advantage quickly applies a full arm bar twist over Eli’s neck and without a moment to think, Cronos drops him with an inverted side Russian leg sweep. Cronos then follows that up with a crucifix arm bar attempt but Eli is ready for it.

Eli uses Cronos’ own grip and momentum against him by jumping in the air and landing a improvised dropkick to Cronos’ side which knocks the wind out of The Cerebral Warrior. Cronos rolls around on the ground gasping for air and Eli takes this time to place Cronos in a STF.

Alan Ducard: This back and forth wrestling is going to kill me. We’ve only had three pin attempts in this match so far.

Bryan Harris: Cronos is powering out of the STF. How I don’t know!

Cronos rolls onto his side with Eli still keeping hold of the face lock and the two roll from inside the ring to the outside. Eli is the first to get up with Cronos not to far behind. Eli charges in with another standing side kick but Cronos moves out of the way and shoves Eli into the steel steps. Cronos stalks over to Eli and picks him up off the steel steps and goes to throw him back into the ring but Eli quickly sends a stiff shin kick to the back of Cronos’ knee causing it to buckle back.

Eli then grabs hold of the back of Cronos’ neck and slams his forehead onto the edge of the mat. The impact from the slam to his skull sends Cronos stumbling toward the announcers table but Eli simply throws Cronos into the ring post shoulder first and Cronos drops like a ton of bricks.

Jimmy Yates: Things aren’t looking good for the former No Limits Champion here. Eli Storm is unleashing hell on him.

Bryan Harris: About time he beats up on the old timer.

Alan Ducard: Don’t count him out of this ye… Eli is pinning him!?!

Eli calls for the referee who looks somewhat conflicted but gets down to make the count anyway.

One.

Tw..

Cronos kicks out of the pin attempt and Eli is up yelling at the referee for taking his sweet time to count the pin.

Alan Ducard: It is a No Limits match so pin falls do count anywhere. I think. I’d have to check on that.

Bryan Harris: Eli look out!!!

Eli turns around to run right into a kick to the gut from Cronos. Cronos quickly executes his signature Kata-Ha-Jime suplex that sends Eli flying over the steel steps and slamming down in front of the announcer’s table with a sickening thud coming from his head hitting the base of the table.

Cronos quickly walks to the announcer’s table, gives Bryan a nasty glare and picks Eli up then throws him into the ring. Cronos slides into the ring behind Eli and goes to lock in the Ne-Han but Eli using his veteran ring presence, rolls out of the ring to regroup. Cronos nears the ropes jaw jacking at Eli and that’s all Eli needs to sweep Cronos off his feet. Eli punches Cronos in the kidney and jumps on the apron then kicks Cronos in the kidney. When Eli enters the ring, he’s tripped up and hit’s the mat head first.

Jimmy Yates: These two don’t know how to quit. I don’t know if this match will be finished in time. There could be a time-limit draw on the horizon.

Alan Ducard: Don’t count on it, mate. Cronos is a tough bloke and he’ll finish Eli off before that happens.

Bryan Harris: Well that “bloke” doesn’t stand a chance against Eli. Have you not seen the response Eli is giving Cronos every time he begins to gain momentum?

Eli and Cronos both to their feet at the same time. Cronos pauses to show a small amount of respect to Eli. Eli laughs and SLAPS CRONOS!!!

Bryan Harris: Hahahahaha!!! That’s fantastic. Now THAT is a Rating’s Boost!

Alan Ducard: That is despicable. Flat out despicable. The foul git.

Jimmy Yates: Oh no. Cronos is pissed. That was the last thing he should have done.

Cronos punches Eli so hard it sends him flying into the ropes from the other side of the ring. Eli stumbles forward and Cronos begins the Countdown to Extinction. On the third kick, the one to the head, Eli catches him mid-kick and trips him. Eli takes him down to the mat and looks to lock in the STF again but Cronos quickly rolls away and punches Eli in the gut then springs to his feet. Eli attempts another kick to Cronos’ kidney but he catches it and sweeps Eli to the ground and follows him in with an elbow drop to the back of Eli’s head. Before Eli can roll away, Cronos grabs him by the hair and pulls him upright but Eli quickly pokes Cronos in the eyes.

Jimmy Yates: That will stop all of Cronos’ momentum.

Bryan Harris: Absolutely classic!!!

Alan Ducard: Don’t be so sure, Bryan.

Eli’s grapple attempt is blocked and Cronos snap mares Eli to the ground then kicks him in the back of the neck and steps in front of him for his signature Guillotine choke. After about twenty seconds the referee asks if Eli wants to give it up and he yells “NOOO!” Cronos is soon forced off Eli when he’s punched in the unmentionables. Cronos quickly hops backward toward the turnbuckle and bends over.

Eli is up and smiles. He runs full speed at Cronos and executes a running knee to the gut and quickly goes for the bulldog takedown but Cronos throws him halfway across the ring. Eli walks toward Cronos who has now recovered and takes the Countdown to Extinction on for himself but Cronos’ catches him and executes a capture suplex. Cronos goes for the pin.

One.

Two.

Thre…

Alan Ducard: HOW DID HE KICK OUT!?!?!

Bryan Harris: I don’t know but Cronos looks pissed. He’s up in the ref’s face.

Jimmy Yates: That’s right Cronos. Argue and give Eli a chance to recover.

Cronos does indeed give Eli a chance to recover and he takes three quick shin kicks to his knee, causing him to fall to one knee. Eli turns his back to Cronos and signals to the crowd, receiving a chorus of boo’s, that Cronos is about to receive a Rating’s Boost. When Eli storms in for the finish; however, he’s stopped dead in his tracks when he finds Cronos to the side of him.

Eli goes to punch Cronos but he simply ducks down and picks Eli up into a torture rack then turns it into a DVD drop right on the top of Eli’s head even more so than a normal DVD would be.

Alan Ducard: Lucifer’s Honor!!!!

Cronos makes the pin.

One.

Two.

Three!!!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner... CRONOS... DI-A-MANTE!!

Jimmy Yates: What a match! Both men showed an incredible amount of resilience out there.

Alan Ducard: I agree 100% Alan. Cronos got the win but Eli really showed us something out there. He truly can be great when he wants to be and I have a feeling he’s going to be one hell of a threat in the No Limit’s Division.

Bryan Harris: This was a fluke. Eli should have won that match.

Jimmy Yates: Tough break, Jimmy. You bet with Bailey or somethin'?

The steel doors leading from the parking area into the arena open and John Thomas walks in. The live crowd, seeing him on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron, give him a chorus of booing, which he mostly ignores. As he walks towards his locker room, John is approached by backstage interviewer Andrew Kelley.

Andrew Kelley: John Thomas, tonight’s event is the final show before the pay per view weekend, and as of now you still haven’t been signed to any of the Co-Op Challenge teams. I’ve heard some people talking, and they’re saying that although they’d like to have you on their team, they’re not even worrying about asking you, because they’re sure you’re probably going to be a member of “Loco’s Family”.

John Thomas: Is that what he’s calling it? I wouldn’t know, he hasn’t sent me an invitation yet.

Andrew Kelley: I’ve heard rumors that Rocky Stellar already accepted a spot on the team.

John tries to not look disappointed.

John Thomas: I wouldn’t know anything about that, but I guess I wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case, given that Stellar Insanity is makes its big reunion here tonight in the main event.

Andrew Kelley: So do you think at the Co-Op Challenge we’re going to get another dose of “Stellar Insanity & John Thomas”?

John forces a little chuckle.

John Thomas: Catchy little name, isn’t it? Kinda like "Steak and Green Beans"...

Loco approaches JT, and pats him on the shoulder. John turns to Loco, who's in his wrestling gear, and a navy blue "You can't spell Main Event with out ME" t-shirt.

Loco Martinez: JT! Just who I was looking for. what's happening, homie?

John eyes Loco for a second then responds.

John Thomas: Just talking to Andrew about how I'm not on a team yet for the Co-Op Challenge.

Loco smiles.

Loco Martinez: That's why I'm here dudeman. I want you to be part of the "MoFo's Mob".

John Thomas: I thought it was called Loco’s Family?

Loco chuckles.

Loco Martinez: You know me I'm a sucker for alliteration. "MoFo's Mob" works. Plus it'll look killer on a t-shirt.

Loco flashes a big grin.

Loco Martinez: So... what do you think? You willing to team with me? You are like family, bro. And there you are someone I need in there with me.

John Thomas: How many pre-orders you got for those t-shirts so far?

Loco Martinez: Hah. Well we'll see. I have to go to my printer, but I'm sure it'll sell well. The people *The crowd pops* ... have taken a shine to me lately.

John slowly nods his head.

John Thomas: You can print one up for me, then, because you know I’m more than willing to be on the team.

Before Loco can respond, John continues by following up with a question.

John Thomas: So who are you thinking about for the third team member?

Loco looks nervous.

Loco Martinez: The only other guy I can trust as much as you...

John Thomas: You better be talking about Ron Bailey…

Loco: Actually... Rocky.

John sighs.

John Thomas: You do realize that's not going to work, right?

Loco thinks this over.

Loco Martinez: Why not, dude? I'm not asking you guys to hang out. Not asking you to do anything outside of fight. WITH. ME!

John slowly starts shaking his head.

John Thomas: You jst don’t get it, do you? Seriously, are the “Stellar Insanity” blinders THAT strong?! Because If you put us both on the same squad, it’s not going to work out. It just can’t. Rocky and his ego take up two spots on its own, Loc! And seriously, even if I didn’t think he was an egotistical douchebag, he doesn’t give a crap about me. Proof in point: tonight’s main event. “Stellar Insanity AND John Thomas”. Do you think that’s a freakin’ coincidence that it was billed that way?

John shakes his head.

John Thomas: NO, it’s NOT. It’s just Rocky Stellar tryin’ to relive the glory days back before he started to COMPLETELY SUCK. Before YOU passed him in popularity, before you stepped out of his shadow. He’s trying to put you back in it, which is bad enough, but he’s trying to push me off themap completely, and I won’t stand for it.

Loco shakes his head.

Loco Martinez: Stop. Listen to yourself. Who booked this match, JT? Who listed the bookings? Not me. Not Stellar. Not you. Legacy tries to make a buck of the Stellar Insanity brand? Okay. But just cuz its marketed that way. So don't get it twisted. I know better than most to think "the world's out to get me".

Loco leans in.

Loco Martinez: But realize... I came to you to ask a favor of a friend. I came here to give you an Opportunity, dude. Cuz before you say no... you have just as much of a shot to win the World title as I do, Stellar does... All you have to do is be apart of my team. And if you think you can find a BETTER team looking for a third? *Loco shrugs* I guess you can do your thing. But I want you... no... I... I need you on this team. And I need Stellar on this team.

John thinks about it for a second, then looks over at Andrew Kelley, who, awkwardly, is still standing there, mic in hand, watching all this drama transpire. John then shakes his head and looks back at Loco.

John Thomas: I’m not trying to be a part of another team, Loc’, because you know that when the final bell rings and one of us hoists that title up… if it’s you, I’m gonna be right there to give you a hug and congratulate you, just like you’re going to be the one to pour Crystal Pepsi on me in some kind of crazy right of passage. But what I want you to see… no… what I NEED you to see and understand is that honestly? You don’t need Rocky Stellar. You didn’t need him back when you beat Stephen Rawlings for the belt, or when you defended it against Rawlings, or when you defended it against THREE OTHER GUYS.

John shakes his head.

John Thomas: You lost the belt once Rocky showed back up, Loc. You think that’s a coincidence? It’s not.

John just looks at Loco for a second before he continues.

John Thomas: I’ll be on your team, man, but I’m gonna be there to help make sure that you don’t get stuck back in his shadow. You need to keep him in his place, Loc. I’ve tried, but clearly you need to step up and make it happen.

Thomas walks off, leaving a confused looking Loco not entirely happy with Thomas' tone.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentlemen we continue on with the show with a segment featuring Issac Entragian, who informed production that he had a surprise in store for the Strife audience, and knowing that monster I wasn’t sure what to expect.

Jimmy Yates: We’ve had workers out here setting up some equipment and decorating the ring, most of them I didn’t recognize as LEGACY employees either, In fact I think the best term to describe them would be “carnies”.

Bryan Harris: Watch your language, Jimbo! “Carnies” is a totally disrespectful term. I had a chance to talk with Issac earlier, and considering his extensive history in the sideshow/carnival world, he decided to
call in a few favors to make sure everything goes down perfectly tonight.

Jimmy Yates: So the dwarves that covered the ring in black and red silk, the pin-head that set up some of those fetus in a jar things everywhere, and the rest of these freakish people are Issac’s …”friends?”

Bryan Harris: Jimbo, you wouldn’t know a friend if it bit you in the ass you anti-social twit! To answer your question, yes, these hardworking folks all have ties to Entragian in some way.

Alan Ducard: Well it seems Issac’s “friends” got all squared away all squared away, so let’s jump right into this footage to find out what The Pale Plague had up his sleeve.

Bryan Harris: Let the show begin!

Start Footage

The arena is bathed in total darkness, for the moment hiding the horrific ringside decorations. After a few moments pass, an eerie carnival tune broadcasts from the PA system, a heavy violin piece that sends cold shivers up the spine. After having sufficiently disturbed the audience, a low yellowish glow emanates from the ceiling lights, revealing the black and red covered ring. In the center stands an oak podium, carved with demonic faces. On either side of it stoically stand two hooded figures, their identities concealed by heavy black cloaks.

The ring itself is decorated with alternating pots of black roses and stands with various jarred “pickled punks” (fetuses preserved in formaldehyde) containing deformed oddities of all measures. One of the hooded figures gestures to these jars, and the glass reveals momentary glimpse of a hideous surgically rearranged face below his hood, leading us to believe that one of these figures is Issac’s longtime friend Vic “The Surgeon” Brahams.

A giant plasma television screen hangs few feet behind the podium, and it begins to broadcast with several quick second flashes of carnival freaks and geeks, followed by a large and rust altered line of text that reads “ENTRAGIAN’S SIDESHOW!”

Vic “The Surgeon” throws back his hood on cue, motioning with one hand towards the ramp. Meanwhile, the other hooded figure crosses his arms across his chest, his hood slipping down a bit, and we see a face with several fresh burn scars on it, the unmistakable face of Greg Allocca. A vile smirk crosses his features as The Angel of Violence turns his attention the ramp.

Alan Ducard: Can’t say I’m surprised to see Allocca here, Issac treats this man like kin.

Bryan Harris: Having friends is a great thing Ducard. You and Jimbo should try it sometime.

Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear The Reaper” starts blares through the arena, announcing the arrival of The Ivory Terror. The albino monster emerges from behind the curtains in all his glory. However, his ring attire is absent, and in its place he wears a three-piece black tuxedo complete with a top hat, and his face is adorned with a large sh*t-eating grin.

Issac is accompanied to the ring by two Siamese twins who are joined at the hip, both wearing a custom made red dress. Despite their deformity the girls are quite attractive, with flowing blonde hair and shining earrings in their four ears.

He strides down to the ring with his head held high, wearing white theater gloves, and thumping a skull-headed cane alongside him. The big man pauses at the apron to kiss his Siamese valet on the hand, then leaving her on the outside he climbs up the rings steps and scrubs his freshly buffed dress shoes on the canvas before stepping over the top rope.

Once in the ring his theme cuts out, the carnival music starting up again as the Albino Abomination makes his way over to the podium, standing with both hands rested upon the top of his cane. He looks out at the crowd with a calculating emerald gaze, staring through a monocle affixed to his right eye. He drops his head towards the canvas, and a spotlight falls down dead center on him, his stark white hair hanging about his features.

It seems there is a mic attached to his breast pocket, for when he speaks his voice carries out strong throughout the bleachers, permeating every inch of the arena lack an enthusiastic carnival barker.

Issac Entragian: LADIES and GENTLEMEN, Children of all ages! Tonight I show you a wonder. I bring to you a modern marvel in its purest form! This eve, I showcase the history of a man…NAY…a LEGEND who has done things that few of us can ever dream of doing. A true glimpse into the power of the human heart, we shall take a dive into the REALM of GREYSON BLADE!

At the mention of Blade’s name the crowd gives a huge pop, cheers rocking forth from all sides of the arena.

“Please hold your applause, I am honored, but we have business to attend to before we can start the ISSAC RULES chant.”

The positive crowd reaction turns into a BLISTERING negative reaction as Issac takes credit for the cheering himself. The shot cuts to Allocca who smirks at Issac’s arrogant swerve.

Issac Entragian: I come to you tonight as a witness. A testament … the last testament to the iron will of THE OUTLAW. After all, I’ve felt his Killshot tear into my guts on more than one occasion. So on this eve it is time to pay tribute to a man that at one time.. was great, not nearly as great as ME, but he’s done well for himself over the years.

Entragian spins on his heels and points the tip of his cane towards the plasma screen, where images of one of Greyson’s old matches have started to broadcast. We see a much younger Outlaw with long hair battling a man of about Issac’s size, finally pinning down the big man and brutalizing himm by pushing quarters down against his eyes, the soft organs being crushed. Inside of a cell the bigger man shrieks like a banshee in pain, his hands going up to his injured eyes

Issac Entragian: Greyson Blade vs Brimstone. DIWF World Title on the line. Blade’s raw brutality overcame this demon and he WON the match, earning himself World Championship gold. This goes to show that at one time, neither size nor temperament would prevent Blade from cutting them down. But remember, kids, Blade was a much younger man then. He wasn’t the shriveled up husk we know him as today, keep that in mind.”

The broadcast switches up to Greyson battling a man with blue hair within the confines of a hellacious cell, complete with various weapons and even explosives. First we see Azraith dumping Blade over the top rope down into nothing but shards of glass. His body is sliced like on a deli counter, and the glass is embedded in his back and his arms with blood flowing around the crystals.

Next we see Blade slammed face first into an exploding turnbuckle, and he staggers back away from the impact into a spinning elbow smash. Tacks are spread out on the canvas, and as Blade tries to get to his feet, he’s scooped up into a gorilla press position, and then dropped into an impact spinebuster into the tacks, and now his back is blood, glass, and tacks.

Issac Entragian: Greyson Blade vs Azraith DeMitri. This war was waged in the most vicious of territories, the now defunct land of OPW. Blade fought tooth and nail, and in the end he TRIUMPHED against his foe, winning the OPW title in the process. Now you people see, Blade was survival incarnate. The operative word being WAS. He’s not the same man, and he’s NEVER faced anything like me.

The screen flicks to a video sequence of Blade squaring off against Patrick Kidd, both men tearing into each other throughout a Tortured Souls Cell. We see The Outlaw pulling Patrick Kidd on to the announce table at ring side, and he begins to climb the cell wall. Slowly but surely he travels up the cell, and upon reaching the top he looks below to the table. He sees his former friend, his brother, and then he can see only rage and anger, and against his fears and doubts he leaps. The crowd gasps as he hurtles through the air, and finally comes down with a bone shattering impact on Patrick Kidd, driving him through the announce table from the top of the cell. Blade goes on to recover from a Burning Hammer and ultimately drive Kidd into defeat, picking up the OPW title in the process. The video pauses here.

Issac Entragian: Greyson Blade vs. Patrick Kidd. Blade will do anything to retain championship gold, INCLUDING destroying a close personal friend, someone that was like family to him. This match severed the storied career of Patrick Kidd, but did Greyson care about that? No. He would go to any lengths to achieve victory, and yet does he really have it him to go to the lengths that I would go? Does he have the depravity in his soul to go further than me? Oh we know the answer to that one don’t we Outlaw?

Issac raises a hand towards the screen, his palm facing skyward. He flicks two fingers to signal a different piece of footage.

We finally see The Outlaw in LEGACY. His hair is now quite short, his physique although impressive is a bit smaller, much quicker, and now what follows shows Blade’s evolution to capitalize on that increased
speed with his power: The Killshot.

We see Killshot after Killshot hit victim after victim: Chivalric, Marcus Marion, Dan Stein, Stephen Rawlings, Nicholas Creed, Matt Towers, Lucien Gray, Eli Storm, Cronos Diamante, Issac Entragian … with the last of those images causing Issac to glare at the screen before it goes black with the last image of The Outlaw holding first the LEGACY World Title, and finally his current No Limits Championship belt. The video comes to an abrupt halt, Issac having made a cutthroat gesture with his right hand.

The plasma returns to his loop of text reading “ENTRAGIAN’S SIDESHOW” as Issac moves out in front of the podium, a displeased snarl crossing his features, the crowd roaring it’s disapproval.

Issac Entragian: Have we caught onto the pattern yet, you mindless sheep? Greyson Blade was brutal. Greyson Blade was survival. Greyson Blade would win at all costs. Greyson Blade evolved efficiently to ward off the end of an amazing career, that was typified no better than inside the steel structures of this business. Every time Greyson Blade stepped into a cell one on one he dominated and was damn near invincible. Those matches have become OUTLAW territory, and woe onto the poor fellow that would dare step into a cell with Blade, his TRADEMARK match. Now who would be crazy enough to do such a thing? Is there any man with enough courage in him to take such a BIG step?”

Entragian pauses, looking out at the masses while a little grin stretches across his mouth, his sharpened teeth shining in the light.

Issac Entragian: That answer is YES. That man…that MONSTER..is me! Issac Entragian, the salt to Blade’s pepper, the abortion to Blade’s anti-abortion, the…well, you get the f**king picture.”

He glowers, eyes turning dark, his voice becoming a low, guttural growl.

Issac Entragian: No man has ever been able to step up his game and completely take The Outlaw out, especially in his environment. There’s a whole pile of victims who have tried and failed, stacked up neatly like cordwood to feed into the fire of Blade’s enormous ego. That’s why I have decided to take this endeavor onto my GRANITE shoulders. I state now, that I WILL beat The Outlaw when he is at his best, inside the unforgiving steel of a cell!”

He starts to pace back and forth in the ring, weaving between the rows of jarred fetuses, the fans viciously displeased by what’s occurring before them.

Issac Entragian: I’m going to do this, because I HAVE to do this. I have to show the world that I can overcome the hurdle that is GREYSON BLADE. He may have done well in the past, in places like OPW and such, but this is LEGACY, this is the NO LIMITS DIVISION, the division I’ve built with my blood, my sweat, my TEARS. This is MY time to shine, not his. The Outlaw is old news, a veteran who had success when he was in his prime, but that’s no longer the case. I am the future of LEGACY, and I carry a heavy piece of foundation that keeps LEGACY sturdy on MY shoulders.”

Entragian stops, locking eyes with Allocca for a moment and nodding, that mutual respect showing itself again as the fans jeers have grown to a fever pitch of anger.

Issac Entragian: It’s time for the “teacher” to finally learn his lesson. It’s time for the LEGEND to gobble down a big old piece of HUMBLE PIE. I don’t need any underhanded Eli Storm bullsh*t to beat you either Blade, I’m going to finish you MYSELF. So Greyson, listen up in whatever dark corner you’re holed up in, I’m laying down the challenge right now, I want your ASS inside a steel cell, where I can teach you a lesson for once, a lesson that only a seven foot pissed off albino knows how to teach!

Pain.

Suffering.

Defeat.

Issac stares like a man possessed at the audience, rage coursing through him, the thoughts of ending Blade firing each of his synapses, when suddenly, from the opposite side of the ring, a shadowy figure appears, and an object hurtles through the air, and strikes Vic, dropping him in the center of the ring by the podium, and Greg Allocca before he can react is tossed over the top rope! Issac hears the commotion, and turns around right into a shot to the gut, and in the yellow glow we see a sledgehammer head. The crowd roars in approval as the hammer drops, and as Issac tries to stand, a Killshot drives Issac back into the screen and sparks fly as there’s a loud crash. Suddenly, the lights come on and we see The No Limits Champion standing over Issac, and ripping the microphone from him, he speaks.

The Outlaw: You want me inside of a cell? You want to try and beat me man to man? You want it Entragian? YOU’VE GOT IT.

Pain?

Suffering?

Defeat?

You’ll experience them all Issac, courtesy of The Outlaw!

Case Closed.

With that “Outlaw Torn” hits the PA system, and the fans go crazy for The No Limits Champion as he stands momentarily victorious over The Ivory Terror.

Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith is walking down the hallway with no particular destination in mind he takes a long draw from the cigarette in his mouth. Taking a couple of drags off of it, he takes a couple of sandwiches that a passing catering table is holding. He takes another drag off of his cigarette and throws the butt of it on the floor, snuffing it out with his foot. He looks down at the sandwich and wrinkles his brow, realizing it is ham. He shrugs and takes a couple of bites out of it and continues to walk. As he turns a corner without paying any attention, he is mildly distracted by a voice that is heard behind him.

Voice: Tyrone. May I have a moment of your time?

The man behind the voice can't be seen with the focus being held on Crazy Boy. Slightly irritated, Tyrone turns around, taking another bite of his sandwich and notices that the person who made him lose his train of thought is none other than the former No Limits Champion, Cronos Diamante. Tyrone shrugs again and walks up to Cronos, not sure what to expect, but swallowing the bite of sandwich, nods his head at Cronos.

CB: What's up, Cronos? Sorry if that came out a little irritating, but I was thinking about my upcoming match and getting a slight snack here. What does a man of your stature want with a guy like me?

Cronos chuckles at the "stature" comment and takes a long swig of his water, finishing the bottle off and tossing it into the garbage bin a few feet away.

Cronos Diamante: Don't put me on some sort of pedestal by saying "a man of my stature," Tyrone. I'm no better than you. But look... I didn't come looking for you to talk about stature and ethics. As you know I'm a team captain for the Co-Op Challenge. You saw last week that I have Devastation on my team. But I need a second man to complete this three man team.

Cronos takes a step toward Crazy Boy and puts his arm around him, leading him back to the food table. Cronos looks it over and just picks up another water bottle.

Cronos Diamante: I'm looking to put together a team with the right kind of people, the right type of men. A few good men, if you will. Devastation is such a man. You... you're such a man. Do you understand where I'm going with this?

Crazy Boy looks down at the table, sandwich in his hand. He finishes the last bite of one of the sandwiches and takes a bottle water from the table, opening it up and taking a couple of sips. He looks back at Cronos and thinking for a second, slowly nods his head.

CB: I am assuming you probably want me to be a part of your team, but I'm not so sure I can do that, Cronos. How do I know that you will not stab me in the back or go into your devil side and rip me limb from limb? I'm not sure if I can be on a team with someone that I cannot quite fully trust.

Cronos sighs. He tries to hold in how upset he is but he can't do it.

Cronos Diamante: Have you not seen my reaction to one of my best friends turning on us all and going to Diabolik!? You've only seen The Devil come out during a few select matches, Tyrone. I'm not going to stab you in the back. I don't do that anymore. You want people who stab you in the back... look to guys like Crash, Jake Dominion, and Mirage. I'm not one of those people! I can promise you that. It's Honor Above All, Tyrone. That means I govern when The Devil comes out. And it gets used on the people who deserve it. Would Devastation join my team if he thought I'd stab him in the back?

Cronos finishes off another water and takes his arm off Crazy Boy but sets his hand on his shoulder. Crazy Boy ponders what's just been said to him.

Cronos Diamante: I want you on my team, Tyrone. I WANT you on the team. I'm not just randomly picking names here.

Crazy Boy stands there, thinking, not quite sure how to react to all of this. He takes a couple more sips of his water, then slowly nods his head.

CB: I guess you are right about that. But I still have some unfinished business I need to take care of. I can't rest knowing that Greg Allocca and Isaac Entragian want me and my mentor, Greyson Blade, finished. I know that you mean well, Cronos, but you are throwing a lot on my plate here. I'm not sure I can digest it all without first finishing the other business I must attend to.

Tyrone looks down at his arm, which is still stitched up from the incident he was in at last Strife. He sighs and shakes his head.

CB: The wound here, Cronos. It still is fresh and deep. I can't sit idly by, knowing what they did to me and Greyson. It's just too much for me to handle.

Cronos smiles and removes his hand from Crazy Boy‘s shoulder.

Cronos Diamante: Don't you worry about Alloca and Entragian. They try to mess with this in any capacity, Dev and I will be there. You and Greyson have your thing I know. But if we have your back during the Co-Op and Greyson has your back against them... how can you go wrong?

Tyrone thinks for a second, taking another sip of his water bottle, then smiles and slowly nods his head. He turns to Cronos and nods, putting a hand on his shoulder.

CB: All right, I'll do it. I will join your team. I guess you really have changed, Cronos. Enough to convince me, of all people, to join. I have had my doubts about you for the longest time, but I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice. You mean what you say, and that is good enough for me.

Cronos gets a smile on his face like that of a little kid that's been told he can finally have a candy bar.

Cronos Diamante: Excellent. That's great to hear. This is by far the best team in the Co-Op Challenge and we're so going to win.

At this point in time, former Tao of Valor Champion Justin Moreno shows up on the scene, and there’s an eagerness in his eyes as he walks over to where Cronos and Crazy Boy are.

CB: Look at this. Another champion is coming to talk to me? I must be really popular today!

Cronos nods his head in respect of Moreno’s presence at Diamante’s meeting with Crazy Boy.

Justin Moreno: Hey Cronos. 'Sup, brah? CB, dude-man, to borrow a line from Marlon Brando, I'm about to make you an offer you can't refuse. I want you on Team Monster for the Co-Op Challenge, so what do you say, bro?

Cronos lets out an inaudible chuckle at the name of Team Monster but only because he likes it.

Cronos Diamante: Sorry to disappoint, J-Mo, but Tyrone here already agreed to be on my team. Team, uh... Honor?

Moreno definitely looks disappointed.

Justin Moreno: Oh, that's a bummer. At least I know CB's in good hands if I don't have him on my team. Oh, by the way, Cronos... thanks for having my back against Jake, dude. I really appreciate that.

CB takes that in and it only furthers his newfound trust in Cronos.

Cronos Diamante: Not a problem, Justin. Anytime you need my help I’ll be there. Tyrone here knows that too after a small talk. I don’t think he needs it but I still got his back.

CB nods and turns to Cronos before turning back to Moreno.

CB: I had my doubts, but yeah, I am in good hands with Cronos here. Sorry Justin, but I think that is the best choice for me. I'm sure him and Devastation will keep me out of harms way until the Co-Op Challenge.

Cronos slaps Crazy Boy on the back and smiles.

Justin Moreno: Ahh, that's cool, bro. That's just the way things work out at times, I suppose.

Cronos Diamante: Don’t worry about it, Justin. You're a smart man. I have faith in you. I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Cronos smirks and Justin’s face lights up like a Christmas tree on Christmas morning while a smile quickly forms on his lips.

Justin Moreno: You know what? I just got an idea… It might be crazy, pardon the pun, but it just might work. Now if you dudes will excuse me, I got someone to track down.

Tyrone looks at Cronos with a weird look on his face. Cronos shrugs and smiles at Moreno, who then turns and leaves, moving quickly to find someone else.

Alan Ducard: Our next match of the night is the five-way showcase match, and before we can get to the actual match, we need to show you all some footage which happened during the final entrance into the match.

Jimmy Yates: And in case you couldn't have guessed it, the final entrance to the match was Jean-Gerard Baptiste.

Start Footage

Pantheon Street Tape’s alluring hip hop beat “Piste 19" slams over the speakers and the crowd immediately starts booing when the indecipherable French lyrics smack their ear drums.

Bryan Harris: Alright ladies and gentlemen. Time to see what this International Icon is all about.

Jimmy Yates: Here, here Bry. I’ve about had enough of the waiting. Time to see if this guy’s gonna sink or swim.

Several minutes go by and nobody appears at the curtain’s entrance. Soon, the crowd starts losing their cool even further... until finally Jean-Gerard Batiste appears on the entrance ramp. Sporting a very expensive looking navy blue Bottega Venetta suit with a silver and black striped tie, the International Icon slowly makes his way down the aisle way, looking as smug and pompous as ever. Every competitor inside of that ring stares down the foreign superstar and the fans continue to spit their venom.

Alan Ducard: Uh, “Monsieur” sure doesn’t look like he’s dressed to compete.... AGAIN.

Bryan Harris: He probably has a pair of tights underneath that suit. Who knows?

Jimmy Yates: I dunno, Bry... that’d be a little overkill.

Monsieur Baptiste makes his way towards the steel steps, and up to the ring apron, turning his back on every competitor in the ring.

Alan Ducard: That’s not a very good idea, considering the plethora of egos that are staring a hole through Baptiste.

Bryan Harris: That’s called confidence, Alan. He knows no one’s dumb enough in that ring to lay a hand on him or his $3,000 suit.

Turner and Gray both look at the Baptiste, confused as to who exactly he is. Mirage however simply looks amused at his pompous antics, and actually half-heartedly claps the International Icon. Oppenheimer though... he looked as if he was ready to pounce on the Frenchman. Monsieur Baptiste motions for the microphone from Josephina Colbert, and she quickly hands him it.

Monsieur Baptiste: Excusez-moi! Excusez-moi!

The entire arena drills him with a heated reception, and Baptiste shakes his head indifferently.

Monsieur Baptiste: Teep-ee-cal.

Monsieur Baptiste: Deez-pite Monsieur Cartwright’s best attempts to tell moi what to do, I ‘ave deezided to not cohm-peat een tonight’s wrezzleeng match.

The fans boo mercilessly at this announcement.

Monsieur Baptiste: Yes. I know eet eez dees-ee-pointing... I am ze best wrezzlair in ze world after all!

More booing.

Monsieur Baptiste: But I wouldn’t be ze best wrezzlair in ze world eef I deedn’t stand up for my bee-leaves and act like a sham-pee-ohn! When zis, how you say... Icône internationale, says he eez not cohm-peat-ing in a match ohn-less eet eez ay-gainst a sham-pee-ohn, zen he eez not cohm-peat-ing een a match ohn-less eet eez ay-gainst a sham-pee-ohn! Comprenez?!

The crowd eats him alive, and various chants like “Fren-chee fag-it” and “You-Suck!” commence.

Monsieur Baptiste: Theenk what you wheel, but I reefuse to bend to ze wheel of a deek-tait-or. Zuch ass Monsieur Cartwright. He can fine moi... he can so-spent moi... but he wheel not fire moi, because moi’s... how you say.... cohn-tract? Moi’s cohn-tract eez set een stone, and LEG-OH-ZEE wheel geeve moi what eet eez I want!

Monsieur Baptiste turns around and looks at the competitors in the ring, and scoffs them off. He begins walking down the steel steps, and cordially hands Josephina the microphone, and kisses her on the hand. Without even looking back at the ring full of competitors, Jean-Gerard Baptiste heads for the curtains... where Smith Cartwright is standing. A cherry faced anger clearly lingering on his face.

For moment, both individuals look at each other, until Baptiste side-steps him and continues on into the back. Cartwright then proceeds to rub both temples and shakes his head in disgust over the repeated insolence of his newest French acquisition.

Back to Recap Position

Alan Ducard: So as you can see, Jean-Gerard Baptiste has once again decided not to compete in a match he was scheduled for, so the match that started out as including five individuals is now down to four.

Bryan Harris: You can't blame Baptiste for wanting to make sure he's getting what he deserves out of his LEGACY contract. Personally, I just want to see how good he can do competing against our roster.

Jimmy Yates: From what I've heard from various people backstage in the locker room, they'd like to face him, too.

Bryan Harris: Well when one of them is willing to put a championship belt on the line, they can get a shot at him, that's all it's going to take.

Alan Ducard: Well there are four guys in the ring for this match who are looking to make a good impression on people in this opportunity.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, Chris Turner has been waiting a while to get into the ring, and you know he hopes to get the three count. Mirage seems to be rededicating himself to a new line of thinking, Lucien Gray apparently likes hurting people... and Kevin Oppenheimer... probably wants to kick Chris Turner's ass for their backstage encounter earlier tonight.

Jimmy Yates: Let's get to the match to see which of these competitors can pick up the victory.

Start : Footage from the Match

Kicking Kevin Oppenheimer in the gut, Chris Turner doubles him over. Grabbing him by the head, Turner sets Kevin up into a standing headscissors and then reaches under and hooks his hands together underneath Oppenheimer’s abdomen. As Chris gets Kevin’s feet up off the mat, the legs of the World Wide Bushido Buntai member begin shaking, and Oppenheimer gets his feet back on the mat. Lifting up, Kevin flips Chris Turner upside-down with a back body drop.

Alan Ducard: Tremendous back strength by Kevin Oppenheimer to be able to propel Chris Turner up like that!

Bryan Harris: He’s a big guy, and with the proper motivation and guidance, Kevin Oppenheimer could accomplish big things around here.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, which is why a lot of people are excited about his alliance with Katsuro Yoshida.

Bryan Harris: Being with the Bushido Buntai is NOT the answer to turning around Kevin Oppenheimer’s career,just go find Osamu Hayashi and ask him about it!

Reaching over, Kevin Oppenheimer grabs Mirage by the arm, spins him around and rocks him with a European Uppercut. Lifting Mirage up off the mat, Oppenheimer throws him halfway across the ring with a fallaway slam. Before he can follow it up, Kevin gets clotheslined by Lucien Gray.

Alan Ducard: Kevin Oppenheimer with a variation on his signature fallaway slam that he calls Mind the Gap, but with everything going on here in the ring with three opponents, he’s unable to hit the full extend of the move, which typically includes a backflip.

Jimmy Yates: And that’s really the key to the move, adding a much bigger impact.

Bryan Harris: You want to talk about impact, ask Kevin how he enjoyed that clothesline.

As Lucien Gray reaches down to pick up Kevin Oppenheimer, Mirage works his way up off the mat, sees the opportunity and kicks Lucien Gray in the back of the leg. The monster drops Kevin back down to the mat and turns around to face Mirage.

Jimmy Yates: Uh oh… I bet Mirage is wishin’ he had done a little more damage to Lucien Gray…

Alan Ducard: Looks like all he did was anger the big man.

Bryan Harris: Don’t be too sure about that, I’d say Lucien Gray is favoring his leg a bit.

Instinctively, Mirage starts back-peddling a bit, moving away from the monster. Four steps into his retreat, Mirage runs into Chris Turner. Turning around as quickly as he can, Mirage spots Turner just in time to duck underneath a hooking right hand, and the haymaker drills Lucien Gray in the chest. Lucien Gray puts a hand on Turner’s chest and shoves him back a step, but then Chris takes a step forward and drills Lucien with another right hand. Seizing the opportunity, Mirage drills Lucien in the back of the leg with another kick, then turns and drills Turner with a hard right hand. Both big men look at each other, then swing fists and both connect on Mirage, knocking him down onto his back.

Jimmy Yates: There’s ANOTHER thing for Mirage to regret!

Bryan Harris: Match isn’t over yet, Yates.

Turning his attention away from Mirage, Lucien reaches out and begins to choke Chris Turner, backing him into the corner. Trying not to let the choking continue, Turner tries to pry Lucien’s hands off of his throat, but to no avail. Changing tactics, Chris throws a forearm shot which connects to the monster’s throat.

Alan Ducard: That hard shot to the Adam’s Apple helps Turner break free from that chokehold, but it does appear that the damage was done.

Bryan Harris: You get a guy as big as Lucien Gray doing the choking, and those hands are going to do some serious damage real quick.

Walking out of the corner, Chris Turner slaps Lucien Gray hard on the chest, backing him up a step, but then Lucien Gray takes a step forward and kicks Turner in the chest, sending him back into the corner. Before Lucien Gray can do anything further, Mirage steps in and chop blocks him from behind, connecting with a shoulder to the back of Lucien’s leg, dropping him to his knees. Getting to his feet, Mirage kicks Gray’s leg a few times, then backs up and kicks Lucien hard in the ribs.

Jimmy Yates: Mirage once again targeting the monsterous Lucien Gray!

Alan Ducard: He might very well have more guts than brains!

Bryan Harris: Don’t EVER question Mirage’s intellect! That’s a stupid move, Big Al!

As Mirage measures Lucien Gray up again, he decides to turn to check to see where his other opponents are, and he immediately gets kneed in the gut by Kevin Oppenheimer, doubling him over. Taking Mirage into his grasp, Kevin picks the wily veteran up off the mat and drives him down onto his knees with a backbreaker. Instead of even trying to get to his feet, Mirage rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Alan Ducard: That’s just an example of how difficult these multiple-man matches can be, having to keep ones head on a swivel to keep track of where everyone is at a given time.

Jimmy Yates: Mirage got a little too fixated on Lucien Gray, and it cost him!

Bryan Harris: Mirage has something to prove in LEGACY, he’s trying to make his name and reputation all over again, so you can’t blame him for picking on the biggest guy in the ring, especially because Mirage knows he’s capable of beating anyone on this roster!

Alan Ducard: Oppenheimer gets the advantage over Mirage… and now Chris Turner comes in with a double axe-handle smash to the back of my fellow countryman.

Taking the British competitor by the arm, Chris Turner spins Oppenheimer around, and lifts him up onto his shoulder and holds him into position for a powerslam. Instead of throwing Kevin to the mat, Turner runs towards the corner, slamming Oppenheimer’s back into the top turnbuckle. Immediately pivoting around to face the middle of the ring, Taking a couple steps forward, Chris tosses Kevin’s feet forward, allowing them to hit the mat, Oppenheimer’s head still caught under Turner’s arm, holding him into a Reverse DDT position. After throwing his empty arm into the air to signal the end, Chris drops to the mat to hit the Reverse DDT.

Bryan Harris: Masked Vengeance! That’s all she wrote!

Alan Ducard: Here’s the pinfall…

One!

Two!

Three!

Getting to his knees, the referee calls for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner… Chrrrrris… Turner!!

Jimmy Yates: Chris Turner picking up the win, and I’ll say it, that was an impressive combination there at the end that culminated with the Masked Vengeance.

Bryan Harris: Chris Turner might be a guy who accels in No Limits style situations, but don’t forget, he’s been in this business for a long time, and he knows how to put a few moves together to win matches.

Alan Ducard: And by winning here tonight, Chris Turner picks up extra momentum going into the pay per view for he and his tag team partner Damien Black, who won his match at STRIFE 35.

Things now move to the locker room and we see one of LEGACY's newest members, the beautiful Laura Depp. We were introduced to her at the last Strife and even though she's supposed to be here as a manager, it's admittedly odd she has no one to accompany just yet. As we see things, Ms. Depp is seated in a reclined position in, obviously, a recliner. Her attire consists of a white short-sleeved top with an indiscernible design on it, denim shorts and black Nike Cross-trainers, her brown hair worn down, falling right to her shoulders. As she sits in the recliner, a small DVD player is set up on a bench closely in front of her with something playing, but we really can't tell what it is. Interestingly, she is not watching whatever it is that's playing, but rather is casually bouncing a small blue rubber ball off the nearby wall just a few feet to the left of the TV and doing so repeatedly. We quickly go to a split-screen, with this scene pushed to the right, the outside of the locker room on the left. “Big” Jimmy Smith enters this part of the screen and knocks on the door, which is about 20 feet back and to the left of Laura's position. The split-screen disappears at this point, going back strictly to Laura. Strangely, this knock really agitates her as she gets a pretty ticked expression and rockets the ball off the wall, causing to zing across the room as she lets out a rather whiny yell.

Laura: WHAT!!??

After a couple seconds with nothing happening, the door opens a crack and Jimmy sticks his head in while giving a softer knock. Unfortunately, this seems to irritate Laura further, as she lets out a big huff and her eyes widen in anger, still facing her DVD player.

Laura: Well OPEN THE DOOR!!

"Big" Jimmy Smith: Got one of my movies in there? I know they can be a little difficult to take your eyes off of.

Opening the door full wide, Jimmy walks into the locker room. Laura turns around, having calmed a little bit, but still visibly irritated. As she narrows her eyebrows and tips her head slightly to the right, it's pretty apparent she has no clue who she's looking at.

Laura: Who ARE you!?

Big Jimmy: I guess you're not part of my fan-club, then...

"Big" Jimmy walks over and extends his arm, offering to shake Laura's hand. She looks at the hand, then back up at Jimmy. Since she hasn't shaken his hand yet, Jimmy takes it back momentarily,wiping it on his pants and extending the offer for a handshake again, thinking that maybe she was worried his hands weren't clean.

Big Jimmy: The name's Smith, Jimmy Smith. My friends and fans call me "Big Jimmy".

Laura looks at him with one of those feminine “You're a freak” looks, that's usually given right before telling a guy to go to Hell. Rather than do that however, Laura reaches out an arm and lightly, but rudely, smacks Jimmy's outstretched one. Not a high-five, not anything playful, but not anything severe either. She responds to him rather rudely here. This isn't going how “Big Jimmy” had hoped.

Laura: Okay—well, what are you doing here?

Big Jimmy: Just thought I might stop by and get to know you a little better...

Putting up his hands in a sign of surrender, Jimmy continues.

Big Jimmy: Don't worry, not "like that". I just figured that since you're an attractive young woman who has come to LEGACY to make her name as a valet, you and I might be able to make some money together.

At the very least, Big Jimmy got Laura to lose the irritated look, but she still doesn't look exactly thrilled—though that might be from his comments more than anything else. She puts her hands on her hips before speaking again.

Laura: Do you even know who I am?

Big Jimmy: Well... yeah, you're Laura Depp, right? Saw you talkin' to Landon Savage on the past episode of Strife. He's not exactly the most welcoming guy. Had I known you were showing up, I would've come by to say hello that very day.

Jimmy leans up against the wall, a coy look on his face.

Big Jimmy: If you're going to decide not to be my manager simply because I wasn't there for your first night, you'd be making a big mistake. BIG.

Laura gives a small laugh and smile out of frustration and shakes her head a couple times.

Laura: Dude... I don't care if you were there when I first got here. Now you know my name, that's a great start—but do you know exactly WHO I am?? (gives a snotty expression) Trust me, if I wanted money, I wouldn't need your help. I'm not saying I'm against you—but you HAVE to realize who I am.

Big Jimmy: Well then, we'll just have to get to know each other.

A big toothy smile appears on Jimmy's face.

Big Jimmy: You don't want to agree to be my manager just yet? That's fine. Sooner or later, once you get an idea of my... ASSETS... we'll get together, I'm sure of it.

Laura: Yeah, well...you think that. Maybe the other women in this fed are weak and are intimidated easily... (points to herself, getting a cocky tone in her voice) I'm not! Do your research, realize who I am, and come back with a better sell of yourself if you're still interested.

Big Jimmy: Whoa, easy, babe, I'm not trying to intimidate anybody... but I do think I'll make my exit here and come find you again sometime. You might not know it yet, but you and me... we're going to be good friends.

After looking deep into her eyes and nodding, Jimmy leaves Laura's locker room.

The camera heads to the ring side area for our next segment, and the fans are buzzing about what could possibly happen next after the action they've already been privy to this evening. The fan anticipation is rewarded as "Fear" by Disturbed hits the arena PA system, and the fans turn their collective attention to the entrance way where Domination has appeared, along with Trent Logan and the LEGACY World Tag Team Titles.

Bryan Harris: I was wondering when we were going to be hearing from these thieves…

Alan Ducard: Regardless of whether those belts belong to Rage and Venom or not, these fans are giving them quite the favorable ovation, as they've grown in popularity over the past months as the LEGACY viewers have chosen to embrace Domination as they've watched the tag competitor's fledging careers mature before them Strife by Strife.

Jimmy Yates: Sure, they aren't the champions officially, but they were are the PEOPLE’S tag team champions, and in just a short while at the pay per view they will be recognized by the company as the champions they truly are, I’m sure of that.

Domination, are dressed in "street" clothes with jeans, Domination t-shirts, while Trent Logan is sport his usual classy threads, working the designer suit and tie. Upon reaching the ring, RAGE and VENOM step through the ropes and unstrap the gold from around their waists and hand it to Trent Logan who holds it up to the fans with a smile. After the music quiets, we see RAGE pulls a microphone from where it was resting in his pocket, and brings it to his lips.

RAGE: Now if I were out here to hype the impending match with El Chupacabra where we are going to officially become the LEGACY World Tag Team Champions, I'd be handing this microphone over to the man with the plan, the one and only Trent Logan. However, I'm not out here for the hype. I'm out there to
lay it on the line for The Chupa Chumps. There's a little rumor going on backstage that you cowards might have grown a set of balls, and that those newly found balls might have given you the stupid idea to come looking for us. Well, your search is over. We're right here in this ring, and if you are looking for a little preview of what's going down at PPV when the we kick your asses all over God's green earth, then come on down and we'll get this beating started!!

The excitement level amongst the live crowd audibly goes up as they look to see how El Chupacabra are going to respond, and as “Oye Como Va” hits the speakers, the fan reaction volume goes way up as they anticipate a fight about to break out. As Domination ready themselves in the ring, they stare at the entrance stage, but after about ten seconds of no one showing up, the fans start to wonder what’s going on, and then the LEGACY Vision Jumbotron comes to life, and we see an image of Diego de Cardenas standing in one of the locker rooms backstage, and the boos start rolling in.

Diego de Cardenas: So, you guys heard that El Chupacabra was back here looking for you, and you decided to head out to the ring to give people an appetizer for things to come? PATHETIC!

Diego shakes his head.

Diego de Cardenas: You all came up with the concept for our match to be a Falls Count Anywhere Match, which Hector and I are fine with, and yet you two cavemen obviously don’t know what you’ve gotten yourselves into!

The camera shows RAGE, who appears to still be ready to fight, standing in the ring listening to Diego.

Diego de Cardenas: The battle we’re going to wage at the pay per view, it’s not going to be in that ring. It’s going to be all over the arena. Anyone buying a front row ticket to that event in hopes of getting the best view of the Tag Team Title match is going to be OUT OF LUCK… because Hector and I are going to ensure that even the people in the cheap seats get the chance to see us spill your blood… just like tonight we were going to give the road agents and production crew the chance to watch us beat you down back here… back in your locker room… maybe even using a piece of your clothing to choke you out, or kick you with one of your own street shoes, or smash your head into one of the mirrors you use to perfect the “I’m an angry man” look you like to wear.

As Diego starts laughing, the camera switches over to the catering area, where Hector Rodriguez is standing.

Hector Rodriguez: Not happy with the idea in fighting in your locker room? That’s fine, we’d fight you two in the catering area if that better suits you. I got no problem letting you two get knocked out in a place where you two apes can wake up nearby a fresh supply of bananas.

Picking up a banana from a table which holds various types of fruit, Hector starts to unpeel it, then tosses it over his shoulder into a nearby trashcan as he exits the room and walks down the hall.

Hector Rodriguez: You’ve gotten yourselves in deep, boys. You two are glorified weight lifters, not fighters. Me and Diego? We’ve been in wars with all different types of people all over the world. We haven’t just been trained to fight in the ring, we’ve LEARNED how to fight WARS on all different types of battlegrounds.

Turning a corner, Hector meets up with Diego, and the two turn around, showing very visibly that they’re at the gorilla position.

Diego de Cardenas: You’re out of your element, boys. You don’t know what you’re doing, and when we tear you apart and take our belts back home with us, you’re going to be forced to fire Trent Logan for letting you get into such a pathetic predicament!

At this point, RAGE and VENOM can’t stand anymore, and they head out of the ring and start charging up the ramp, but before they get to the top, the image on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron changes, and now we see Diego and Hector standing in the parking lot area, a Dodge Charger standing between them, Hannah laying across the hood. They both have a knife in their clenched fist.

Hector Rodriguez: HA! Look at you two running up the ramp, coming to attack us at the gorilla position! You don’t know what’s real anymore and what’s pre-recorded! You don’t know where we’re going to strike from, and that’s exactly why we’re so dangerous! We’ve got soo many ways to hurt you…

Diego stabs his knife into the front driver’s side tire of the Dodge Charger and Hector follows suit into the passenger’s side tire.

Diego de Cardenas: Enough games! We’re tired of waiting! Logan, get your boys back here now!!

Walking up the ramp behind them, Trent Logan motions to the LEGACY Vision jumbotron, and at the signal, Murdock and O’Reily continue their charge up the ramp and head backstage. The broadcast footage switches backstage, and a moment later Domination charges through the curtain and charges through the gorilla position. Before they can get to the hallway which leads to the parking lot area, they are attacked from behind by both Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez, both of them holding chairs.

Jimmy Yates: Wait a minute, they aren’t in the parking garage area!!

Alan Ducard: THAT must have been the pre-recorded part!!

Security team members rush in to get in-between the two teams. Three security members get in the way of El Chupacabra, and four others stand near Domination, who are hurriedly trying to work their way up off the floor. When it looks like Domination has been subdued, two of the security team members turns and goes to help out his three colleagues who are trying to restrain Diego and Hector. With less of a barrier focused on them, RAGE and VENOM charge forward past the security team and fly at Diego and Hector, hitting them with shots to the head, rocking them backwards. When both members of El Chupacabra get their footing, they leave their chairs behind and charge forward and go back in on the fight with Murdock and O’Reily.

Alan Ducard: Madness has ensued here, and at least now it’s going to be a fair two-on-two fight, just four arms and four legs to use per side, no weapons involved!

Bryan Harris: They don’t need those chairs anyway, but if you think El Chupacabra is going to refrain from using weapons at the pay per view, you’re insane, Al!!

Each of the four men is fighting tooth and nail, having pushed the majority of the seven security team members out of the way. After a few more moments of fighting, another six security team members show up, and the combined forces are able to pry the two teams apart, but they continue to snarl, yell, and claw to get back at one another.

Shaking his head as he walks through the hall, Allen Franks glances at each of the doors as he walks by them. Finding the door he's been looking for, Allen Franks stops and knocks.

No answer.

Franks knocks again, and this time a voice from inside says he can enter, so Franks walks in, the cameraman following him, and we see Landon Savage leaning up against his desk, obviously having been caught mid-discussion with the lovely valet Helena Fitzgerald, who sits on a leather chair a few feet from Savage. Franks ignores her and addresses Landon Savage.

Allen Franks: Mr. Savage, you're part of the front office, right?

Savage sighs and nods.

Landon Savage: What can I help you with, Allen? I'm kind of in the middle of something...

Allen Franks: Well I was hoping you could ask the booking committee to book a match for me during the pay per view weekend.

After a quick moment's thought, Savage responds.

Landon Savage: Oh, right, you want Eli Storm in the ring one-on-one. No problem. After what's happened earlier tonight, Eli definitely won't be getting a shot at Greyson...

Allen shakes his head.

Allen Franks: Actually no, that's not what I was thinking. I'm committed to being part of the tag team division with Jerry Starr and Calgary Carl, so I was hoping that you'd help us get a match against Anarchy.

Landon considers it for a second.

Landon Savage: So you're saying that you'd rather do tag team work against those old guys than to get a revenge match against Eli Storm?

Allen Franks: With all due respect, Anarchy has had quite a career as a team, so this could be a good match. And if the Canuckin' Cowboys are going to get another shot at the tag titles, we're going to have to start winning more matches as a team, not as singles competitors.

Landon starts shaking his head.

Landon Savage: Look, Allen... When you started teaming up with Jerry Starr as part of that team, I thought it was a good move for you... but seeing the level of competition in the tag division, you might want to consider focusing your training efforts into being a singles competitor.

Allen Franks: You're entitled to your opinion, but I feel like the Canuckin' Cowboys could have something magical together if we keep working.

Helena Fitzgerald stands up and both sets of male eyes in the room turn their full attention on her.

Helena Fitzgerald: He's right, you know. With the right guidance... and a decent amount of hard work, I think you could do great and wonderful things, Allen, but Jerry Starr and Calgary Carl aren't the right guidance for you.

Not another word from the sultry valet, Helena exits the make-shift office. When the door shuts, Landon Savage snaps out of his trance and turns his attention back on Allen Franks.

Landon Savage: Anarchy against The Canuckin' Cowboys? Yeah, fine, I'll talk to the booking committee and try to make it happen, but don't say I didn't advise you otherwise.

Allen Franks: Thanks, but I know what I want, and I appreciate your help in getting it for me... for the Canuckin' Cowboys.

Alan Ducard: It is now time for the second Hawkins Memorial Tournament semi-final match of the evening, with a big rematch taking place from STRIFE 32, when Justin Moreno ended X-Calibur's Tao of Valor Championship reign.

Jimmy Yates: For X-Calibur, it's a chance to prove that Justin Moreno's win against him was just a one-time thing, and for Moreno, it's a chance to get a second big victory over the same opponent. For both men, it's the chance to go on to the finals of this tournament, fighting for a large sum of money, a trophy, the final entrance spot into the Co-Op Challenge, and because of how things shape up, the winner of the finals will also walk out with theTao of Valor Championship.

Bryan Harris: Even though the winner of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament is in a great spot to become World Champion, you can tell that each of the three competitors who still have a chance to win it all would like to leave the pay per view with the Tao of Valor Championship belt, a title which has gained a considerable amount of respect in this business.

Alan Ducard: It certainly has, and that's just all the more motivation these two guys have for trying to advance into the finals, to have their name written next to Stephen Rawlings' name in a match to take place during the pay per view weekend.

Jimmy Yates: After what happened to X-Calibur at STRIFE 35 with Crash walking out on their World Title match, I'd say X-Calibur has a bit of anger he might be trying to work out against Justin Moreno... let's see how it went.

Start : Footage from the Match

As Moreno continues to use his quick hands to pummel X-Calibur. Getting his arm up to block one of the shots, X-Calibur sends the forearm of his other arm into the side of Justin’s head, stopping his momentum dead in his tracks. Ducking in behind Moreno, X-Calibur wraps his arms around Justin’s waist and throws him over his head with a German Release suplex.

Jimmy Yates: Moreno lands on his feet!

Alan Ducard: What a display of agility!

Before X-Calibur can even fully turn around to follow up on Moreno, Justin lands a couple solid kicks, one connecting with X-Calibur’s leg, the other catching him in the side of his abdomen. Throwing a hard right hand, Moreno’s punch is blocked, and his momentum is stopped as X-Calibur grabs him by the wrist and takes him down with a short-arm clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: Huge impact on that clothesline from X-Calibur, but even he seems surprised that Justin Moreno avoided that German suplex.

Bryan Harris: Just more of that bull-headed arrogance that X-Calibur is becoming famous for.

Alan Ducard: I think it’s more about being surprised at Moreno’s agility just like we are!

Staying in on the offensive, X-Calibur grabs Moreno and sends him into the ropes. On the return Moreno gets lifted up off his feet as X-Calibur goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but J-Mo shifts his weight in mid-air and pushes off of X-Calibur’s shoulder and ends up behind him. Not wasting a second, as soon as Moreno feels his feet touch the mat, he springs backwards and shoots an elbow backwards, connecting with the side of X-Calibur’s head.

Alan Ducard: Moreno running towards the ropes… he hops up onto the second turnbuckle… TOP turnbuckle… springs off…

Jimmy Yates: Head-scissors takedown!!

Getting up to his knees, Justin Moreno pumps his fists, getting excited and in the process, energizing the fans further. Moving in on his opponent, Justin tries to help X-Calibur up off the mat, but X ducks his shoulder into Moreno’s gut and drives him backwards into the corner, slamming Justin’s back into the corner turnbuckle, and then he flips him over with a belly-to-belly suplex that sends Moreno onto his back in the middle of the ring.

Bryan Harris: This is exactly why Justin Moreno won’t ever accomplish anything other than a mid-level championship! He can’t put together any kind of strategy once he gets some momentum going.

Alan Ducard: That’s a bit of an over statement. It happens on occasion, sure, but I’d attribute what has happened thus far in tonight’s match to X-Calibur’s clear strength advantage.

Jimmy Yates: Moreno’s going to have to overcome that strength advantage if he wants to advance to his second straight Hawkins Memorial Tournament finals.

Heading over to the ropes, X-Calibur exits out onto the apron and waits as Moreno works his way up off the mat. When Justin is nearly up, X-Calibur propels himself upwards by using the top rope to get a little extra height to his jump. X-Calibur lands his feet on the top rope and immediately springs forward and goes for the Dragon’s Fist springboard fist, but at the last second J-Mo sees his opponent coming and hops up off the mat and connects with a dropkick to the gut.

Alan Ducard: Amazing defensive move there by Justin Moreno!

Jimmy Yates: Just a minute ago we were talking about X-Calibur’s strength advantage, and now the match gets turned around as X-Calibur goes for the type of move we would’ve expected to see from Moreno!

Bryan Harris: Forget about the fact that he’s probably regretting even going for the move right about now… X-Calibur better feel lucky that kick got him in the gut instead of a bit lower. After the disrespect X-Calibur showed Justin Moreno this week, I wouldn’t have blamed him for aiming there if he had!

Jimmy Yates: If anyone disrespected anybody else, it was Justin Moreno who didn’t show X-Calibur respect!

Moving in over his opponent, Justin Moreno sends a rapid series of stomps directly into X-Calibur’s gut, trying to target the exact spot at which the dropkick connected. Stopping with the stomps, Justin Moreno leaps up off his feet, twists around in the air and connects with a falling elbow drop which connects with the middle of X-Calibur’s sternum.

Alan Ducard: Justin Moreno making it increasingly harder for his opponent to draw in each breath, and that could be a good strategy for the lightning quick competitor for Huntington Beach.

Jimmy Yates: Now he’s picking X-Calibur up off the mat… they’re moving to the corner… what could he be thinking of doing next?

Bryan Harris: I don’t believe it! Justin Moreno just lifted X-Calibur up onto the top rope, and it looks like he’s going to follow up after him!

With X-Calibur facing out towards the crowd and trying to recover, Justin Moreno quickly climbs up behind his opponent, who is now seated on the top turnbuckle. Putting his feet on the top rope on either side of X-Calibur, Justin Moreno balances for a moment, then hops up onto X-Calibur’s shoulders, locks his legs around X’s head and then pulls backwards, hitting a reverse frankensteiner and bring X-Calibur crashing down to the mat.

Crowd: OOOOHHHHHH!!!! HOLY SH*T!! HOLY SH*T!! HOLY SH*T!!

Alan Ducard: Incredible maneuver by Justin Moreno!

Jimmy Yates: He told me a couple weeks ago that he had a move like that in his arsenal that he wanted to try out, and he calls it the "Monster Assault"!

Bryan Harris: Whatever it is, he’s a little too proud of it!

Getting up off the mat, Justin again pumps his fists and energizes the crowd after the exciting move. As X-Calibur starts to stir on the mat, Justin moves across the ring and waits as X-Calibur struggles to get to his feet. Taking a couple quick steps forward, J-Mo springs off his feet into a back-handspring, and as soon as his feet hit the ground again, Justin spins around and dives forward at his opponent with a roaring elbow… BUT X-CALIBUR DUCKS IT!!

Jimmy Yates: Somehow X-Calibur saw the elbow in time, he ducks out of the way… AND HE’S GOING FOR THE X-TERMINATOR!!!

Alan Ducard: Moreno blocks it! Moreno blocks the X-Terminator and rolls backwards out of the way!

Bryan Harris: The fans are definitely enjoying this one, and I just hope I get to see somebody get hurt!

Right back to his feet, Justin Moreno steps in and connects with a couple lightning quick punches, then a kick to the gut which stuns X-Calibur further, and then Moreno leaps up into the air and connects with a dropkick that puts X-Calibur down onto his back. J-Mo grabs X-Calibur by the hair and starts lifting him up off the mat, but then thinks better of it. Stepping back to let X-Calibur get up the rest of the way on his own, Moreno runs towards the nearest corner, hops up onto the second turnbuckle, leaps backwards, spins around and dives at X-Calibur, going for a clothesline…

Alan Ducard: Powerslam by X-Calibur! Great defensive maneuver in a match which has seen quite a few of them!

Jimmy Yates: No kidding, it’s like a tennis match in there!

Bryan Harris: There’s a lot of back-and-forth, for sure, but Jimbo, I don’t think you should be comparing what we’re seeing to a girlie tennis match!

Standing at Moreno’s feet, X-Calibur grabs his opponent by the legs, lifting up at the knee and twisting around, trying to lock in the start of a Texas Cloverleaf.

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur looking for his Legendary Pain submission, and the fans are on their feet!

Jimmy Yates: It looks like Moreno has this move scouted, and he’s trying to wiggle away from it!

Bryan Harris: Don’t give the kid too much credit. It’s probably just pure instinct, Jimbo!

Alan Ducard: Whatever it is, Justin Moreno just pulled his legs free, and now he’s out of the attempt!

X-Calibur steps in and tries to grab Moreno by the head, but Justin fires upwards with a punch that connects on his jaw, giving J-Mo the time and space to roll back and get to his feet. Glancing over his shoulder, Moreno notices the space between he and X-Calibur, so he leaps backwards into a flip and goes for the Pele Kick… but X-Calibur moves!

Moreno ends up face down on the mat…

X-Calibur shakes the cobwebs and waits as Moreno gets back to his feet…

The arms of X-Calibur grab Moreno around the neck…

X-TERMINA… NO!!

Jimmy Yates: J-Mo escapes a SECOND X-Terminator attempt!!!

Alan Ducard: Moreno runs into the ropes to get some momentum… on the return with a good bit of speed…

Bryan Harris: SPINEBUSTER by X-Calibur!!

The look on his face tells you that X-Calibur is a little surprised by how well Moreno is doing, and he turns and exits through the ropes, getting out onto the apron, and X-Calibur swiftly climbs to the top rope. As Moreno starts to stir, X-Calibur doesn’t waste any time at all as he leaps off… CONNECTING with the Hang Time Elbow drop to the middle of Justin’s chest!

Jimmy Yates: And Moreno’s not moving! That elbow might’ve done it!

Alan Ducard: It was a risky move, but it might have paid off!

Again standing at his opponent’s feet, X-Calibur grabs Justin by the ankles, hoists up at the knee, twists his legs around, and this time there’s no fight from Moreno as X-Calibur twists into an elevated Texas Cloverleaf submission.

Jimmy Yates: There’s the LEGENDARY PAIN!

Bryan Harris: Moreno ain’t gettin’ out of this one!

Alan Ducard: Indeed he’s not… Moreno realizes that as well as we do… and he has no alternative… and there he is, tapping out!!

The referee signals for the bell and motions to X-Calibur to release the hold. A moment later X-Calibur releases his grasp on Moreno and stands up to have his hand raised in victory.

Josephina Colbert: And here is your winner by submission… the second man to qualify for the 2008 Hawkins Memorial Tournament Finals…. X-Calibur!!!!!!!

Alan Ducard: With the help of a spinebuster and a Hang Time Elbow from the top rope, X-Calibur is able to keep Justin Moreno on the mat long enough to lock on the Legendary Pain submission, and that's all it took.

Jimmy Yates: Justin Moreno did a good job of being able to avoid getting caught with the X-Terminator, and squirming his way out of the first Legendary Pain attempt by X-Calibur, and although Moreno couldn't secure a rematch of the 2007 Hawkins Memorial Tournament finals, he did some great work in the ring here tonight, albeit in a losing effort.

Bryan Harris: For me, that's all I need to hear. Who wins, who loses, that's what counts. That's what matters. X-Calibur will go on to the finals to face Stephen Rawlings with the Tao of Valor title on the line, and it should be a good match.

Taking one last look at Justin Moreno from outside the ring, X-Calibur raises his fist and turns and walks up the ramp, headed backstage.

Sweating profusely and looking exhausted from the profoundly physical contest that he just competed in, X-Calibur walks to the back with a big smile on his face. He makes sure that everyone around him notices that both of his hands are raised high in the air as he walks down the hallway.

X-Calibur: That’s right, folks. Another one down, one more to go.

X-Calibur lowers his hand and lets out a big laugh as the camera pans around to where the brand new Tao of Valor Champion, Stephen Rawlings, is standing.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh yeah? “One more”, huh?

X-Calibur: Glad to see you’re paying attention in LEGACY. ‘Cause you know, the finals of a tournament generally means that there’s only ONE more person to beat before you win it.

He scratches his head and chuckles.

X-Calibur: Really? Did I just explain the tournament rules to my fellow finalist? That HAS to be a first.

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah. Okay. Keep talking, smart ass. That way it’ll be all the more funnier when I hear you whining like John Iley and Devastation after I beat you.

X-Calibur mulls this over for a moment and puts his arm around Rawlings’ shoulder like they’re buddies. Seeing as though he has about sixty pounds and three to four inches on him, X’s confidence booms with the closeness he’s forcing onto Rawlings.

X-Calibur: You know something man... you’re a LEGACY original. One of the guys who’s been here since the beginning. You’ve fought a lot of guys. You’ve beaten a lot of guys. You’ve even held a few of the titles.

Stephen Rawlings: All but the No Limits, and don’t you forget it.

X-Calibur: Right. Well, there’s just one thing you need to understand.

X-Calibur removes his arm from Rawlings’ shoulder and gets face to face with him.

X-Calibur: You’ve never faced me.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up, fellas..."

X and Rawlings both break their focus from each other’s eyes and turn to where the camera pans out again- Ron Bailey stands there with his arms folded.

Ron Bailey: Before you two start fightin' here and now, give me a second or two to handicap it and get some people to place wagers.

First looking at Stephen Rawlings.

Ron Bailey: He had his match earlier, so he's had some time to rest...

He then looks over at X-Calibur.

Ron Bailey: But X still has his adrenaline runnin'...

X-Calibur: And "X-Calibur" knows what it takes to be Tao of Valor Champion, whereas Stephen Rawlings here didn’t even know there was a Tao of Valor title until the last show... even though he's been in LEGACY "since the beginning".

Bailey looks over at Rawlings, who gets a little defensive.

Rawlings: Yeah, but those stipulations didn’t come around for a while, and I’ve been focused on other BIGGER things… liiiiike winning and defending a WORLD TITLE.

Ron looks over at X-Calibur, who is already responding.

X-Calibur: Yeah, and not paying a bit of attention to anyone other than Marcus Marion to the point where you probably didn’t notice guys like me or Issac Entragian show up here, and we all saw what he did to you in the first round of this tournament.

Before Rawlings can say anything, Ron Bailey interjects.

Ron Bailey: Now look, I don’t have time to keep this back-and-forth going, so let me put it this way… I’m pretty sure I could beat you, Rawlings… and last time I was in the ring with you, X, you found a way to… to…

Acting like he can’t remember, Ron Bailey thinks for a second, then continues.

Ron Bailey: So I guess I’d have to give the slight edge to X-Calibur.

X-Calibur's eyes narrow and he stares right into Bailey's eyes for a moment. Bailey can't help but look at Rawlings for a second as if he wasn't too sure what X was about to do.

X-Calibur: I know what you're trying to do, Ronald. You're trying to kiss my ass. You're trying to LOBBY for a spot in the Co-Op Challenge.

Ron looks a little shocked.

Ron Bailey: LOBBY?! You think I'm the kind of guy who tries to manipulate people like that? C'mon, X. Anyway, there's no chance you still got a open spot on your team....

X-Calibur shakes his head.

X-Calibur: I do actually. But that's only because I can't seem to find Trouble U anywhere.

X-Calibur looks at Bailey for a second and then sighs.

X-Calibur: I guess you could be on my team. It couldn't really hurt too bad, could it?

X shakes his head, as if he can't believe he's asking Bailey to be on his team. Ron starts beaming, his smile forms ear to ear.

Ron Bailey: Couldn’t hurt?! In the times we got into the ring with each other, you didn’t learn me at all, did you? Hurtin’ people and makin’ money, that’s what I like to do, that’s what I live my LIFE for. Until we get to the final five, I’ll set my sights on anybody other than you and the other person you picked to be on our team, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure that at least one of us gets to that point.

Ron puts his hand on X-Calibur’s shoulder.

Ron Bailey: I’d rather have the belt on you than any of the other captains, because you still owe me another rematch, a rematch that I’m gonna end up winnin’.

X-Calibur: If you say so.

X-Calibur takes one last look at Ron Bailey’s hand on his shoulder, then steps away, walking right up to Stephen Rawlings. He looks at the Tao of Valor Championship belt over Rawlings’ shoulder, then looks up into Stephen’s face, and then walks off.

"Beverly Hills" by Weezer plays and Derek Shane makes his way to ringside to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Alan Ducard: Derek Shane has asked for time to address the fans and his peers tonight and it looks like LEGACY has granted him that time.

Bryan Harris: WIth the way everyone has been treating Shane lately they should be glad he hasn't decided to walk away from wrestling and stick to his multiy million dollar movie career. You saw the agent even hunted hi down at the arena today to get him to play the main role in the upcoming Captain America movie.

Derek Shane enters the ring and grabs the mic before shooing Josephina away.

Derek Shane: I must say I'm appaled by the name calling I've heard as of late. I've been called a wuss, a coward and many other things I'd rather not mention. Why would a mega-star like me get called these names you ask? It's because I wouldn't sink to the brutish level of you savages and give you the blood you demand.

Shane takes a hankercheif out of his pocket and wipes his brow.

Derek Shane: I stood there and watched as the cold blooded "Iceman" Adam Davis heartlessly stabbed Hantakira in the chest with a ten inch spike and you fans cheered him on.

Shane shakes his head and continues.

Derek Shane: It made my blood boil as you guys cheered on these malicious acts, and it was then that i relaized I had two choices. I could let my anger get the better of me like a big green roided up Ed Norton, but I didn't want to turn into the blood thirsty savage you have turned people like Adam Davis into so I was the better man and walked away. Adam Davis should be ashamed of himself.

“This Is The New Sh*t” interrupts Shane mid-rant as several fans quickly look to the ramp as many cheer.

Alan Ducard: Listen to these people! Davis has surely but slowly won some of the Legacy fans over these last few weeks. I bet they are excited to see how the Iceman is going to respond to these allegations.

Bryan Harris: You got it mixed up, they are cheering for those cheap shots at Ed Norton..What a hack, Shane could have done twice as much with that character in Fight Club..

Davis steps out with a pair of baggy jeans and a simple dark navy wife-beater. His teeth are clenched and his eyes are set on the ring, namely Derek Shane. He slowly walks to the ring, taking his time and letting the music continue to sound throughout the arena.

Alan Ducard: Most would have thought Davis would come barreling from the back to get another piece of Shane, but more reserved, maybe some mind games?

Bryan Harris: No, he is afraid of pushing Shane over the edge! Oh how convenient, a microphone in the back pocket, how Bush League..

Adam Davis: This started out as you just being an annoyance to me..You were nothing more than an example of the filth that is cluttering this fine business, but each and every damn time we cross paths, you take it just that much further.

Adam angrily points his index finger with several weeks of frustration resounding in his words.

Adam Davis: First you rob me out of my first few wins, and then you have the audacity to make a mockery of the horrors and the horrific people I had to endure to become an Outlaw Pro Legend? Hell, I even had to deal with you and your several body doubles screwing me out of giving you the loss you deserve and my very first title chance in this company. No more, Shane. I said I was going to take you down a peg, and damn it, I am going to one way or another.

The crowd boos as Derek Shane starts to talk but little does Adam davis know they aren't booing Shane. Shadow has come out of the crowd and attached something to the ring ropes.

Derek Shane: You think your so special because you were an Outlaw, but it's people like you and Greyson Blade who ruined this business for the fans who actually enjoyed wrestling.

Shane sees Shadow behind Davis and smiles to himself.

Derek Shane: Greyson gave me this scar right above my eye.

Shane lifts his hair to show the scar, but as he does Shadow quickly grabs Davis's wrist and attaches a leather strap to it. Davis turns around to see what is going on, but Shane attacks him fom behind.

Alan Ducard: It was a set up all along. Davis should ahve seen it coming. Shadow attched some sort of leather strap to the ring ropes and the other end iss attched to Davis. It appears Shane has another strap now and is whipping Davis with it.

Bryan Harris: Shane has snapped, he warned us all ths wouldn't be pretty. You won't like him when he's angry.

Shadow rips off Davis's navy wife beateater than Shane whips Davis across the arms and back until he bleeds. Davis tries to fight back but there isn't much he can do tied to the ring ropes. Shane pulls Davis up and warps the leather strap around his neck and jumps to the outside causing Davis to bounce back and slam to the mat a bloody mess.

Shadow follows Shane to the outside where they laugh at Davis and start to head to the back when a man in a suit slides into the ring holding a clipboard and a microphone.

Bryan Harris: That's Agent Bucky what's he doing out here?

Davis stirs, blood seeping from his back, arms, and face. Agent Bucky looks around the crimson canvas at the carnage, but goes back to his microphone and clipboard. He fixes his reading glasses with a very stern look on his face.

Agent Bucky: Uh, ex…excuse me?

His voice is a little fragile, but Shane and Shadow keep walking back, celebrating their heinous act.

Alan Ducard: What is going on here?

Agent Bucky: EXCUSE ME, Mr. Shane? This involves you, good sir!

Shane spins around, furrowing his eyebrows and after looking Bucky up and down rolls his eyes, but motions for him to continue. Shane mouths the words “I already signed it, don’t worry about it.”

Agent Bucky: Well, you see, Mr. Shane, I think you may have been in a little too much of a rush to sign my documentation. You thought it was for your acting career, but in fact, you are going to have to do your own stunts..

Bucky tries to chuckle at his own joke while Davis gingerly pulls himself up using the ropes. The crowd is silent, everyone carefully trying to piece things together. Hearing talk of his acting and stunts, Shane takes a few annoyed steps towards the ring.

Agent Bucky: Truth be told, what you signed tonight was a contract…To wrestle at Legacy’s next Pay-Per-View.

The crowd begins to swell, especially as Adam spits a bit of blood to the mat while smiling. His teeth are a bit stained from the blood, but the glee is still in his eyes, he rips the mic from Bucky, and leans over the ropes towards Shane.

Bryan Harris: Don’t tell me…

Adam Davis: You signed to a match with me at the next big card, and you know what the kicker is, you little bitch? It stipulates that due to the duress and antics you have done since we started our little war that I get to pick ANY MATCH I WANT. It’s in writing, and we have an official with a license to be an attorney as the legal witness to the binding document…

Davis tries to move in the ring, but his wrist is still restrained. He sees his blood, the straps, and as he lets himself free, and winks at Shane with a sadistic grin. As the audience begins to stir.

Alan Ducard: Do it Davis…

Adam Davis: Since you like straps and whipping people so much, how about I finally give you the beating you freaking deserve and should have gotten when you are young. You act like a spoiled little child, so let’s make it a strap match! Oh, and as the one calling the stipulations, ALL INTERFERENCE is banned, and if someone violates that ruling, those who do the action or conspired to do so will be fired from the company. Sorry Shadow, its time to let the little boy stand for himself!

Shane's eyes go big, and he looks at Shadow with a look that says don't say a word, as Shadow has an I told you so look on his face. Shane casts one more pissed off look back at the bloody Iceman than stomps off backstage.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, up next we have some exciting footage from a rather anticipated tag team contest featuring the feuding Issac Entragain and The No Limits Champion, Greyson Blade.

Jimmy Yates: That feud is definite heated after Greyson dethroned Cronos Diamante as No Limits Champion at Issac’s expense, and then last week on Strife Issac was unable to knock off Blade as the king of the No Limits Division. Last Strife we also saw Greg Allocca and Crazy Boy become involved in this feud on either side as Crazy Boy was attacked by Issac Entragain trying to come to The Outlaw’s aid, and then in spite of The Angel of Violence’s warning, came to Greyson’s aid once more in The No Limits match after Greg Allocca and Issac were attacking the champion.

Bryan Harris: Thanks for the summary there Jimbo, but all you really need to know is that after Crazy Boy’s actions on our last Strife and Blade’s actions earlier in the evening, both men were in a hell of a lot of trouble heading into this match. You don’t fool around with two psychopaths like Issac and Allocca, I don’t care who you are!

Alan Ducard: Well let’s see just how much trouble either team was in as we take you now to footage of that contest.

Start : Footage from the Match

When the scene springs to life we find Issac Entragain in the ring with Crazy Boy. Issac sends CB across the diagonal to the opposite neutral corner with a hard Irish whip that knocks Crazy forward with the impact, right into a devastating big boot to the head from the Ivory Terror. The fans groan with the impact as the boot not only hits CB’s skull, but then drives him right down into the canvas.

Alan Ducard: This is not one of the match-ups the fans or the fan favorites wanted to see in this match. Through a series of quick tags, Entragain and Allocca have managed to isolate Crazy Boy from The Outlaw, and have put him in a position against Issac with no momentum to aid in his counter attacks.

Jimmy Yates: Crazy Boy is going to have to dig down deep here to find a way to survive Issac’s onslaught and make the tag to The Outlaw. He is fresh and chomping at the bit to get back into this contest.

Bryan Harris: He might be ready Jimbo, but I’ll have to admit that I’m rather impressed at the teamwork from The Ivory Terror and The Angel of Violence here tonight, showing some great strategy and cohesiveness in spite of the limited time they’ve had an alliance.

Issac pulls CB to his feet and again tosses him like a rag doll, but this time to the ropes. Issac charges on the rebound and clotheslines him with such ferocity that CB almost does the 360°, and crashes to the canvas as Issac makes the cover.

Alan Ducard: Cover here by Entragain!

ONE

TWO

T-No! The Outlaw is in to break up the pin attempt! Blade stomps hard down in the middle of Issac’s back, but here comes Allocca out of his own corner! The Angel of Violence is coming at Blade full force with a flurry of punches!

Jimmy Yates: Allocca is like a man possessed, but The Outlaw knees him roughly in the gut and slams him face first off the neutral turnbuckle to end the assault.

Bryan Harris: Come on the referee has to get some control of this situation here with four guys in the ring! Get Blade back to his corner and Greg too for that matter!

The Outlaw clubs Allocca down with a double axe handle shot before the official can get Blade out of the ring, but while the referee’s back is turned, Issac grabs Crazy by the face, and presses his thumbs down into CB’s eyes to add some pain and suffering to the equation. Allocca crawls to his corner and Blade stands on the apron glaring at Issac who looks over from the hold with a smile, his working of the eyes harkening back to the video scene earlier in the night before the referee breaks the hold with his count. Issac then pulls Crazy to his feet and fakes a grab for him and runs hitting Blade in the mouth with an elbow before coming back to CB, hoisting him up by the throat and slamming him down with mammoth chokeslam!

Alan Ducard: My God! What am IMPACT! Crazy Boy is dead in the middle of that ring and Blade is off the apron! The cover by the Ivory Terror!

ONE

TWO

THREE-NO!

The fans EXPLODE as a huge “Let's-Go-Cra-zy” chant breaks out through the crowd and Issac looks down at his prey in disbelief.

Jimmy Yates: He kicked out! I can’t believe it! Blade is back up on the apron now motioning to the fans to keep chanting, to rally his partner!

Bryan Harris: Fans? Bah! Fans aren’t going to take the place of the power of a 300-pound monster!

Alan Ducard: That monster is still in control here with Issac pulling Crazy Boy to his feet and there’s the fireman’s carry! You know what time it is!

Jimmy Yates: WAIT! Crazy Boy with the elbow to the face! The knee to the head! Crazy Boy goes down the back and there’s a dropkick to the knee! He’s fighting back Alan!

Bryan Harris: A dropkick? Whopitty freakin’ do.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy now off the ropes with another dropkick to get Issac hunched over and … DDT! He spikes the big man down head first to the canvas! Make the tag Crazy! Make the tag!

Jimmy Yates: This is his moment but … what’s he doing? He’s heading for the top rope.

Bryan Harris: Stupid. Infinitely STUPID. This isn’t worth missing the tag opportunity …

Crazy spots up Issac as Greg and Greyson look on at him, and as Issac pushes up to get to his feet, we see him off to the side of Crazy. CB leaps off the top rope then and on the way down catches him by the head and delivers a Crazy Cutter to Issac, driving him head/face first into the canvas and the face are going bananas as both men try and clear the cobwebs and shake off the punishment they’ve taken through the course of the match.

Alan Ducard: He just dropped the monster! Issac is really down! The Outlaw is almost in the ring with his arm stretched ready to make the tag! Crazy Boy is crawling, inch by inch to get to his partner, and Issac is just now starting to stir.

Jimmy Yates: Come on Crazy, make the tag!

Bryan Harris: He can’t Jimbo, he’s been too badly beaten. That top rope move was all he had left in the tank. The Angel of Violence is going to get into this match, and this one will be OVER.

Both men continue to crawl, and Blade clutches the tag rope as if his life depended on it and stretched as far as he could as Crazy Boy gave one final lurch to the corner. Although it wasn’t audible over the roar of the crowd to the fans, the referee hear the “smack” of skin on skin and saw the tag as The Outlaw became the legal man! Blade explodes through the ropes as Issac makes the tag to Allocca, and Greg never had a chance. He steps through the ropes and is leveled with the force of a freight train as The Outlaw jacks him up with a clothesline. Blade then pulls Greg to his feet and scoops him up over his shoulder and slams him to the canvas with a huge powerslam. Finally, he pulls Allocca to his feet, and sends him off with the Irish whip. On the rebound he catches Greg up in the gorilla press and slams him down with The Outlaw Drop!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw has just been UNLEASHED in this match! Allocca didn’t have a shot with that attack! Greg is in no man’s land now staggering back towards his corner but Blade has him spotted up for the Killshot! Blade with the charge … but Issac pulls Greg out of the way! The Outlaw is none too happy about this, and he rips Issac into the ring.

Bryan Harris: Issac isn’t the legal man! What’s Blade doing bringing him into this contest?

Jimmy Yates: He’s sick and tired of Issac now Bryan. After the backstage attacks and the insults, he just wants to beat Issac down in the worst kind of way.

The Outlaw pulls Issac up and rocks him with a hard right hand, and then another, before tossing Issac to the corner with Crazy Boy, and he makes the tag. Crazy catching a second wind goes after Allocca in his corner as The Outlaw and The Ivory Terror continue to do battle.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy now has Greg Allocca in the corner and there’s hard left and another left, and now a big chop from Crazy. CB now hooking the arm and the takes Greg back up and over with a vertical suplex out of the corner, and now CB has Greg up in the fireman’s carry. Here comes Crazy - No! Allocca down the back and there’s a hook … FACE BREAKER! Allocca hits a signature move to take control.

Jimmy Yates: We’re trying to keep focused on the in-ring action here, but on the outside The Outlaw and Issac Entragain are simply out of control brawling! After the tag, Blade took Issac over the top with a clothesline, and slammed him face first off the ring apron. Issac responded by sending The Outlaw into the ring post and then into the steel barricade. Blade has fought back, tackling Entragain to the arena floor and punching away.

Bryan Harris: It’s almost as if now we have two miniature battles instead of one tag match going on here. Greyson and Issac do want to tear each other apart, and now inside the ring we have two of the fastest rising LEGACY superstars doing battle, and it looks like The Angel of Violence has the upper hand.

After the face breaker, Allocca hit the ropes and came down on CB with a senton splash, further weakening CB before pulling him to a vertical base before leaping up and catching CB with an enziguri, and then as CB drops to his knees, Allocca comes off the ropes with the shining wizard. With the impact, Allocca heads to the top rope, and as he does, he spots up Crazy Boy, and connects with the 450 fist drop!

Alan Ducard: Allocca with the Metalfist! He connects on Crazy Boy, and there’s the cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Crazy Boy gets the shoulder up and now Allocca pulls Crazy to his feet, and there’s the leap up for the hurricanrana … but Crazy reverses it into a big powerbomb! CB with the cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Allocca now with the kickout!

Jimmy Yates: Some great back and forth action in the ring, but outside is going crazy! The Outlaw used the steel steps, sending Issac headlong into the steel, and then driving Issac into the ring post spine first, but now Issac slams Blade head first into the post, and off the ring apron.

Bryan Harris: It’s getting rough out there Jimbo, but the parts of the ring as they’ve been used, while iffy, generally don’t cross the line into disqualification territory.

Jimmy Yates: Blade is down on the outside as Crazy Boy scoops up Allocca, and slams him down with the with side slam before coming and dropping the leg on Allocca! Crazy Boy now to the outside and he’s using the ropes to springboard … right into a dropkick from Allocca and both men are down!

Bryan Harris: Blade is on the outside bleeding from the forehead, and now, there’s a rake of the eyes to Issac, and Blade scooping up Entragain … drops him face first on the barricade and now Issac is bleeding from the forehead!

Alan Ducard: Blade going to pull Entragain up again and there’s a low blow! The Outlaw crumples to the canvas, and it’s like seeing his own blood on that alabaster skin has snapped something in Entragain. He has a chair from ringside at the time keeper’s table and … HE BLASTS BLADE WITH THE CHAIR! The Outlaw is down, and now Entragain is headed to the ring with that steel!

Crazy and Allocca are locked in a dead heat after recovering from the springboard/dropkick reversal, and Issac with the chair slams it down on Crazy Boy’s skull, knocking him flat, and the official signals for the bell!

Alan Ducard: It looks like Blade and Crazy Boy are going to win this match up by disqualification by bringing the steel chair into play.

Bryan Harris: Perhaps they are Alan, but they sure aren’t looking like winners to me right now. Blade is down on the outside, and Crazy Boy is at the mercy of these two psychopaths.

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners by disqualification... Crazy Boy and Greyson Blade!!

The bell continues to ring as the official implores Greg and Issac to stop their assault, but with their knowing smiles they have no intention of stopping. Issac pulls Crazy to his feet, only to bash him with the chair again, and then signaling to Allocca to head to the top as he puts the chair down on CB. Allocca flips off the top rope and hits The Condemning on to the chair and on to CB as the fans jeer the living hell out of the men in the ring.

Alan Ducard: This isn’t right! This isn’t right at all! Someone get out here to stop this! Where is security?

Bryan Harris: Do you really think security could contain these two?

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw is crawling and still bleeding into the ring, and he’s here to defend Crazy, wobbly legs and all! Blade with a big right hand to Allocca, and a right hand for Issac, but … Greg halts him with a kick to the face. Issac has Blade now … and they are setting up a chair … what’s he thinking?

Bryan Harris: Issac pulls Blade up into the fireman’s carry and … DISEMBOWLER ON THE SET UP STEEL CHAIR! He used the steel chair for the gutbuster part of the move, and Blade is down, and he is HURT.

Alan Ducard: I can’t believe what I just saw in this dismantling. Issac just tossed The Outlaw through that chair with ease.

Bryan Harris: Crazy Boy and The Outlaw chose this Alan. They knew what could happen, and now they are paying the price.

Issac and Greg look down at the carnage with two devilish, evil, satisfied smiles, as the scene fades from ringside.

The broadcast feed heads to thetop of the entrance ramp where we see Andrew Kelley standing with a microphone in hand. On one side of him is a tall tanned man wearing a blue suit with a white dress shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone. Surrounding that individual are four men, each wearing similar suits, but most of them have only their top button undone, and none of them appear to be as athletic as the individual standing in the fore-front. On the other side of Andrew Kelly is a slightly shorter African American male, who is wearing a purple silk shirt, his muscular chest and arms highly evident in the tight fitting top. He has roughly eight individuals standing behind him, and a huge grin on his face.

Andrew Kelley: Folks, for the better part of a year, you have heard various things about LEGACY attempting to extend its brand to various other countries around the world, and very recently much effort has been undertaken to find talent to compete on the LEGACY International roster. What you may not be aware of is that in addition to a professional wrestling roster, LEGACY International will also include two Mixed Martial Arts divisions.

A significant amount of cheers are heard, but Andrew Kelley continues.

Andrew Kelley: Tryouts have taken place in a few dozen cities worldwide in addition to negotiations with various competitors whom had the LEGACY International committee's attention prior to those tryouts, and we are pleased to announce that on Sunday Night, May 25th, a mixed martial arts Heavyweight Championship match will take place between the two individuals standing beside me, with the winner becoming the International Octagon Champion of the Heavyweight Division. I can assure you that these two competitors will put on a great fight, and I brought them out here tonight to give them the chance to make introductions to you all, since their match will be re-broadcast during the pay per view pre-show event.

Andrew turns to his left.

Andrew Kelley: Standing to my left, from Beirut, Lebanon, standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 234 pounds, arguably the greatest competitor in the middle east, Serj Mhitarian!

A decent showing of respectful clapping from the crowd gets a slight head nod from Serj.

Serj Mhitarian: Thank you all. I will do my best to put on a great match on your Memorial Day weekend and take home the championship belt!

Raising a hand into the air to thank the fans for their hospitality, Serj then backs up a step. The camera switches back over to a view of Andrew Kelley, widening out to also show the second competitor, who has a big toothy grin on his face and is currently stifiling a laugh.

Andrew Kelley: And to my right...

The second competitor takes the microphone from Andrew Kelley.

Second Competitor: Standing to his right is me, Damien Roberts, the man who is ACTUALLY going to be taking home that championship gold, not Mr Lanky Lebanese over there.

Damien can't stiffle his laughter any more.

Damien Roberts: I mean, come on, now. Look at that guy. What did they say he weigh? That guy don't look like 200 pounds soaking wet... and yeah, he's a bit taller than Damien Roberts, but come on, how he gonna beat me?

Damien quickly unbuttons his shirt and then reveals his pecs and his six-pack.

Damien Roberts: Look at this! LOOK. AT. THIS! How is THAT guy gonna beat me? He ain't tough, and comin' from where he's from, he don't know a damn thing about tough! I DO! I'm from NEW YORK CITY, baby, and so I know what it takes to win a fight! I been trainin' night and day for the past six years, ever since I was fourteen years old, and look at that guy! He's got a little bit of gray in that beard!

A production crew member shows up, handing Andrew Kelley a microphone. Before he can say anything, Andrew Kelley has the microphone taken from him by Serj Mhitarian.

Serj Mhitarian: I can make assure to you, Mr. Roberts, that I am not as old as you might be thinking. There is plenty violence in Lebanon, and kids grow up fast. I am not too much your senior, and I will still put up a good fight.

Damien Roberts looks surprised at the audacity of Serj to respond like he did, but he doesn't appear to be taking it seriously.

Damien Roberts: Tell you what, as long as you don't use me as a crutch to keep standing after I give you a good poundin', you can consider that a moral victory... but the real victory, that's gonna be all DAMIEN. ROBERTS.

Andrew Kelley gets the microphone back from Serj Mhitarian.

Andrew Kelley: Alright, folks, you've heard from them, and on May 25th they will get into the ring and let their hands and legs do the talking for them in a match you will see rebroadcast on the pay per view pre-show. Gentlemen... good luck!

Damien Roberts: Uh, Damien Roberts don't need luck!

Putting his hands into the air as if he had won some sort of victory, Damien Roberts turns around and heads backstage, his entourage in tow.

The scene is backstage where we see Justin Moreno still searching the halls for someone. After searching for several minutes, he finally sees a silhouette of a figure and begins to approach him as he starts to speak.

Justin Moreno: There you are.

From out of the shadows emerges Greg Allocca, who just looks at Moreno silently with a scowl as J-Mo begins to speak.

Justin Moreno: Look bro, I know you don't like me and to be honest, I think you need some Zoloft or something to cheer your ass up, but that's beside the point. I'm gonna be honest, I tried to get the best natural fits for my team; Greyson had other plans, and I was about two minutes too late to get to Crazy Boy. Anyway, while I couldn't get the most natural fit, I'm gonna go down a different route. I'm going with someone who, I think, is the best available. I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil, but desperate times call for despearate measures, and I can tell you this: All the other teams are probably full by now, and being on my team would get you in this match and get a crack at the World Title. If that's enough to sweeten the deal for you, it gives you free reign to hurt X-Calibur and Crazy Boy seeing how you don't exactly play "Guitar Hero" with those two guys. So what do you say, dude?

Greg Allocca's face contorts in what would seem like pain. A small chuckle escapes his mouth, and he shakes his head violently from side to side.

Greg Allocca: A deal with the devil, Moreno? I am flattered that you would put me on the same level as the angel who rebelled against god. It is, refreshing, when someone recognizes the true power in an individual such as myself.

As for your request...I think I'll accept. There is nothing I would like more than to get another chance to be called champion. That quest...consumes my very being. And, of course, a match like this suits someone of my stylings quite well. Organized chaos. It should be... fun.

But Justin, don't go expecting me to "have your back" should things get rough. I'll do my best to ensure that you don't get pinned, but I will be relishing in any torment that the other competitors choose to inflict on your sorry ass.

Greg's face finally relaxes into a sinister smile. And more laughter escapes his mouth.

Greg: Good seeing you, J-Mo. Say hello to the wife for me.

Greg turns away from Justin Moreno, his unsettling laughter echoing off the walls of the hall.

Alan Ducard: Our Main Event was a preview of the Co Op Challenge. And the big question going into this match: can Rocky Stellar and John Thomas put away their personal hatred of one another and unite for their mutual friend, Loco Martinez, or would their hatred bubble over?

Jimmy Yates: In my opinion, they’re going to have to do that if any of these three is going to walk out of the pay per view with the World Championship.

Bryan Harris: It doesnt' matter, Jim-Bo. Because either way, Stellar Insanity plus Thomas is still less than the Diabolik. Its simple math, baby.

Alan Ducard: Well the Diabolik have been a formidable alliance thus far, and their history of championship gold is proof of that. Don’t forget, though, that in their day, the Stellar Insanity were ruling all of the tag team divisions they were a part of, and to this day they’re still considered one of the greatest tag team combinations of all time.

Bryan Harris: I’d say Gryffin Anselm and James Win added a little more doubt to Stellar Insanity’s greatness with their 300 day reign… and besides, Stellar Insanity’s time was over a long while ago.

Alan Ducard: Well if we’re going to show you as much as we possibly can from this star studded affair, lets get to it!

Start : Footage from the Match

Gryffin Anselm has Loco Martinez grounded leaning his weight on him cinching in an arm bar. The live crowd starts clapping, Rocky Stellar urging the crowd and Loco Martinez on. Loco pushes up to his knees with all his might and buries an elbow into Gryffin's ribs. This loosens the grip and Loco reaches back and nails a jaw shaking right hand. He then jabs with the left, and leaps and nails an enzuguri that sends Gryffin slumping to the mat.

Alan Ducard: A quick flurry of action, and Martinez has gotten himself some time.

Loco drops his body weight across his prone opponent with a standing senton splash. He then quickly turns and hooks a leg.

One...

Two.. NO!

Loco gets up and makes the tag to Stellar. Stellar hops in to the ovation of the live audience. Stellar begins driving fists into Anselm. He whips him off the ropes and levels him with a vicious clothesline. He turns and looks to his corner, Loco smiling and nodding his head, John Thomas just smirks sarcastically.

Jimmy Yates: I really don't feel that this team is 100% on the same page.

Alan Ducard: I can't argue with you. But for the time being their individual abilities are overcoming their group dynamic!

Stellar back on the offensive drops Gryffin with a short armed clothesline and then stomps down on the Diabolik member with aggression. He drags Gryffin to his feet, and whips him off the ropes, but a little too close to Gryffin's corner as Jake Dominion makes the blind tag. Stellar telegraphs a back body drop, and Gryffin stops short and ROCKS the ICON with a vicious boot. As Stellar reels back, Dominion leaps to the top rope and launches himself connecting with a flying forearm that sends Stellar to the mat. Dominion with the cover.

One...

two...

thre-no! Stellar powers out. And Jake gets to his feet quickly. He drives a sick kick to the ribcage of Stellar. He then drags the Stellar One to his feet and nails a picture perfect standing drop kick. Dominion then goes to the bottom rope and launches himself back with a moonsault onto Stellar.

Jimmy Yates: Yukon-Sault.

Bryan Harris: I thought only canadians could use the "great white north" of the bottom rope.

Jimmy Yates: The Yukon is open to all visitors, Bry.

Bryan Harris: You're an idiot.

Dominion hooks a leg after his bottom rope moonsault.

One...

two....

th-no! Stellar gets a shoulder out and Jake shoots an icy stare at the referees direction. Dominion brings Rocky to his feet, but Stellar lunges and drives his shoulder into the newest member of the Diabolik. Stellar then rocks him with an european uppercut, and then drops Dominion with a wicked overhand right. Stellar scoops Dominion up and plants him with a body slam, and now Stellar takes a look at bottom rope in the corner, and steps up onto it, and leaps driving the point of his elbow into Jake Dominion's sternum!

Jimmy Yates: the Yukon Stel-Bow!!

Bryan Harris: At his age, that's about the only high risk Stellar should be taking!!

Alan Ducard: While the additional bit of force of coming off the bottom rope may not be able to be measured... what CAN be measured is the force of this crowd who loves the show being put on by their Icon!

Crowd: Stel-LAR! STEL-LAR! STEL-LAR!

Stellar steps on Dominion's chest as he walks over to his corner. Stellar reaches to tag in John thomas who "conveniently" finds himself busy examining the turnbuckle. Stellar shoots a dirty look at Thomas, but Loco attempts to diffuse the situation, but reaching his hand out and tagging back into the match. Stellar steps out, never taking his angry glare off Thomas.

Alan Ducard: Oh, my... if looks could kill.

Bryan Harris: Jimmy'd be on death row. Get it, Yates? Cuz you're UGLY!

Loco nails a baseball slide dropkick to the ribs Stellar was just working on. He then scoops up Dominion and drives him down with a body slam. Loco positions himself and nails a standing moonsault, hooking hte leg.

one...

two...

th-no! Dominion gets a shoulder up. Loco up, brining Jake with him, and nails a snap suplex. Loco kips up and heads to his corner, this time John thomas is excitedly calling for the tag. Loco cocks a concerned eyebrow, and then tags in Thomas. Next to him Stellar shakes his head in disbelief at Thomas' actions. The crowd boos in agreement at Thomas's action as he quickly goes to work on Jake.

Thomas drags Jake to a vertical base and then flips him over with a snap mare, and then buries his shin with a wicked, thudding kick between the shoulder blades. Thomas bounces off the ropes and nails a low drop kick rocking JD back. Thomas with the cover.

One...

two...

Thr-NO!

John gets up dragging Jake with him, and sets him up for a piledriver, but Jake launches Thomas with a back body drop. Dominion collapses, and slowly makes his way to his corner. He lunges tagging in the Legacy World Champion. Crash jumps in and immediately drives a boot into John's ribs. He stands John up and snaps off a quick vertical suplex. He then gets back up and locks John into an abdominal stretch. Crash digs his elbow into the ribs of Thomas. John winces. Crash drives two quick elbows, and then releases the hold and snaps a violent DDT spiking Thomas. He covers.

One...

two...

Thr-NO! Stellar made the save!

Jimmy Yates: I can't believe what I just saw!

Alan Ducard: Look how surprised Loco was too!

Crash gets up glaring at Stellar. He drags Thomas to his feet, and Thomas nails him with a knife edge chop. He lays in another and then whips Crash off the ropes and nails a spinning heel kick. Thomas stands up and looks to go for a tag. rocky Stellar reaches his hand out, but Thomas turns around instead going back after Crash. The crowd boos the act.

Alan Ducard: To proud to tag Stellar in?

Bryan Harris: Thomas didn't want to tag the weak member into the match. He figures he's better off in there with the champ!

Thomas drives a knee into to the top of Crash's head. And then nails a leg drop. He then goes over and nails Dominion off the apron, the referee momentarily distracted, Gryffin angrily tries to get into the ring, and as the ref tries to keep Anselm out of the match Thomas takes the opportunity to deliver a face rake to Crash. He then drives a boot into crash's midsection and then performs a BACK RAKE on Crash. He then rolls him up...

One...

Two.... thomas with a fist full of tights.

Th-NO

Alan Ducard: I'm sure that IF that would have happened it would have been the first time a face rake - back rake combo would have led to the finish of a match.

Thomas waits for Crash to get up smirking, and heads to the top rope and nails a missile dropkick. John gets to his feet oozing cockiness. He grinds the bottom of his boot on the forehead of Crash and then walks over to his corner. Stellar holds his hand out, but Thomas ignores it and slaps Loco in, who wasn't even looking for the tag. Loco gives Thomas a "what's your problem" look, but hops in the ring.

He takes off for Crash, but Crash has had time to recooperate and drops Loco to the mat with a drop toe hold. Crash then makes a leap and tags Gryffin into the match. Loco is back up and levels Gryffin with a Drop-sault. He scrambles to make a cover.

One...

two...

no! Gryffin powers out. Loco back up, he bounces off the ropes, Gryffin ducks and Loco leapfrogs. Loco off the far ropes, is slightly grabbed by Jake Dominion. Loco turns and shoves Dominion off the apron, and as he turns he's leveled with a clothesline. Gryffin scoops Loco up and plants him with a belly to belly suplex. Gryffin drops an elbow on Loco. Gryffin then drags Loco up and holds him, walks him to his corner, and tags in Dominion while holding Loco in a side russian leg sweep position, and Jake slingshots himself and nails a dropkick while Gryffin nails the russian leg sweep. Jake makes the cover...

one...

two...

thr-NO! Loco gets his foot on the ropes.

Alan Ducard: I don't know how much more of this Loco can take, and what's worse... for the past few moments Stellar and Thomas have been in a HEATED conversation.

Bryan Harris: Told you it couldn't work.

Dominion looks over his shoulder and smirks watching Loco's partners arguing. As he turns Loco lunges with a desperation Locapitator, but Dominion ducks it, managing to capture Loco's extended leg and then flips back with a beautiful leg capture suplex.

Dominion whips Loco off the ropes and nails a SUPER high back body drop. Loco bounces with a sickening thud. Jake covers.

One...

two...

thre-NO!

Loco kicks out. Dominion smirks and plays up to the crowd who boo mercilessly. Dominion goes to pick up Loco but Loco nails a headbutt driving his head into Jake's midsection. The crowd roars trying to urge Loco to his corner to make the tag. Loco collapses and crawls, inching his way to the ring. Dominion gets up and quickly grabs Loco's leg, but Loco quickly jumps nailing an enzugiri. Both Stellar and thomas extend their hands wanting the tag, and still jaw jacking with one another... The crowd roars and Loco makes the deseperation leap tagging in the first hand he reaches... Rocky Stellars. this doesn't sit well with Thomas and as Stellar moves and nails Dominion with a right hand Thomas hops down off the apron and heads away from the ring, up the entrance way. The crowd reigns boos down on John Thomas as he walks out.

Alan Ducard: I can't believe he's walking out on his best friend?

Bryan Harris: I can. Because his best friend is also best friends with his sworn enemy, Al.

Jimmy Yates: STILL. You have stay in there. If Stellar gets in to trouble right now? Loco's in no shape to re enter this match!

Stellar notices Thomas leaving and scowls, and as he turns back to Dominion he's met with high cross body. Jake rolls through and hops up and tags in Crash. Crash hops in hoists Stellar up and drops him with a DDT. Crash then scoops up Stellar and hits a side belly to back suplex. Crash gets up and notices Loco who's just gotten to his feet, though he's leaning heavily on the top rope. Crash smirks, picks up Stellar whips him off the ropes and nails a HUGE spinebuster. He makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Th-NO! Loco breaks it up with a low drop kick to Crash's head. Crash looks up, FURIOUSLY. Loco heading back to his corner. Crash drags Stellar to his corner and buries a series of three violent rib shattering shoulders into Rocky's torso. He then tags in Jake. Jake hops in and quickly nails a knee up into Stellar's chin. He then whips him off the ropes and nails a spinning back heel kick. Makes the cover...

One...

Two....

Thre-NO! Loco with another save. He then drops a leg across the back of Jake's neck.

Loco heads back to the corner and for the first time notices Thomas is gone. He looks around.

Behind him Jake drags Stellar up who lunges with a desperation right that rocks the Diabolik member. He then nails a shortarmed clothesline, and falls to a knee and heads to his corner. He tags Loco in who is still looking confused.

Alan Ducard: They could really use thomas right now. Loco's still not 100% and on top of that has finally realized that this six man has become a handicapped match!

Loco steps in, but is looking at Stellar and repeatedly asking, "Where's John?" "Rock, where did JT go?" Loco not facing the ring, keeps asking Stellar, but an exhausted Stellar is unable to answer. From behind Jake Dominion whirls Loco around and NAILS him with his superkick!

Alan Ducard: ICED OUT!!

Loco falls to the mat, and Dominion then NAILS Stellar with an Iced out of his own.

Bryan Harris: And one to grow on!

Jake makes the cover.

One...

two... BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! The crowd is livid because Jake Dominion just rolled off Loco Martinez.

Alan Ducard: That no good...

Dominion smirks evilly and heads to his corner and tags in Crash. Crash gives an "Oh... ME?" look and plays innocent as he jumps into the ring, which only further angers the crowd. Loco slowly begins to stir. Crash stomps on Loco three times, and then scoops him up into Tombstone piledriver position... he jumps and turns nailing his corkscrew tombstone piledriver.

Alan Ducard: *barely audible over the booing from the crowd* Aero Zeppelin Driver... adding injury to injury... Its academic.

One.

Two..

THREE!

Getting to his knees, Crash glares down at Loco as the referee moves back in and raises the World Champion’s hand in victory.

Josephina Colbert: The winners of this match… the team of Crash, Gryffin Anselm, and Jake Dominion… they are THE DIABOLIK!!!

Jimmy Yates: I just… I don’t know what to say about the way this ended. I feel like things were going well, and then… Man…

Bryan Harris: You know what happened? John Thomas gave Loco Martinez a shot of tough love. If Loco Martinez is ever going to realize the truth about Rocky Stellar, maybe this is what it’s gotta take.

Alan Ducard: Regardless of how he feels towards Rocky Stellar, John Thomas should’ve acted better than this. Loco Martinez deserves better than to just be walked out on!

Bryan Harris: Says YOU!

Having joined Crash in the ring, The Diabolik stand triumphant in the ring as Tino makes his way up the ringside steps. Crash has already received a microphone from Giovanni, now he receives his championship belt from Tino. He flings the World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder and smiles as he lifts the microphone up. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with his other forearm as he speaks.

Crash: Everything that you've seen here is everything that you are going to see in the future. You think that the teams assembled by X-Calibur, Cronos, Justin Moreno or Loco Martinez are going to take the World's Heavyweight Title away from me? Do you really think that any of those teams are going to be able to take the Diabolik’s prized possession?!

Crash looks at both Jake Dominion and Gryffin Anselm, than at the crowd. He smiles his evil smile.

Crash: Not a chance...

As all of the members of The Diabolik raise their hands in victory, the screen fades to black, and an then a low humming sound is heard, and golden flickers of light appear in various portions of the screen.

The screen slowly starts to fade back in with an image of Crash, Gryffin Anselm, Jake Dominion, and the rest of the Diabolik celebrating just after Crash won the World Title.

"A force has taken a foothold in LEGACY, building a foundation for dominance laced with Championship gold."

Still images appear on the screen of variou individuals: Loco Martinez. X-Calibur. Justin Moreno. Cronos Diamante. Each of them standing up to Crash and other members of The Diabolik.

"Some have tried to stand up against this threat, but singular forces are no match for the diabolical alliance."

Images appear of the various individuals from before, all having failed to get the better of The Diabolik.

"Teams have been assembled."

Images are shown of the various Co-Op Challenge Captains recruiting their team mates.

"The match has been set."

A graphic appears, showing the fifteen men who comprise the five teams in the Co-Op Challenge. They are grouped into sets of three based on their teams.

"There is a grand prize to the winner."

The LEGACY World Championship comes into full view, and then the screen goes dark.

"There is a glimmer of hope."

A logo fades in.

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