We open to fast motion clouds moving across the sky. The sky becomes grey as the bass opening to Stars "Take me to the Riot" begins to play the sky becomes most ominous, but on the far horizon we see the clouds have broken and we see the faintest glint of the setting sun.

"Grey skies and light fading
headlamps making patterns on the wall"

A shot of Crash hoisting the Legacy World Title, flash bulbs exploding around him.

"Uptown it's dead now but,
out here no one seems to care at all"

We spin dizzingly around a packed arena filled with rabid fans.

"Slick girls and..."

Hannah Perez with a flirtatious wink.

"sick boys and.. "

Issac Entragian runs his forked tongue over his sharpened teeth, and evil smirk on his face.

"each one lining up to take it home
They hold tight their coin and pray no one has to see the fall"

Crash cradling his World Title becomes Greyson wearing the No Limits, becomes Rawlings being awarded the Tao of Valor, becomes El Chupacabra taunting their opponents with their tag gold.

"I'm there, yeah I serve them, the one with the empty looking eyes"

Derek Shane stares coldly out over the audience who bathes him in hatred.

"Come closer, you'll see me: the face that is used to telling lies"

A shot of Jake Dominion taking off his ref shirt revealing the "Diabolik" shirt underneath.

"Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell"

X-Calibur standing in the ring bathed in light, an intense scowl on his face.

"Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well"

Big Lou counts out hundreds, to pay off his army.

"Take me, take me to the riot"

The Diabolik attacking and beating down an opponent.

"Take me. Take me to the riot"

Cronos Diamante running to the ring during the Jake Dominion/Justin Moreno match in the Hawkins Tournament.

"Take me . Take me to the riot"

Justin Moreno nailing the M-80 through the announce table on X-Calibur.

"Take me..."

X-Calibur defeating J-Mo to move onto the finals of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

"You sprung me, I'm grateful
I love when you tell me not to speak"

Derek Shane on the mic is taken down by Adam Davis. A brawl erupting.

"I owe you..."

Crash and Jake share a knowing smile. The glimmer of the World Title on Crash's shoulder.

"but I know you,"

Domination eye to eye with El Chupacabra.

"you'll have me back but it's gonna take a week
What now kid?, which way love?"

Crazy Boy and Greg Allocca flying through the air. Landing on their opponents with authority.

"Will we ever make up and be friends?
Good news is my shoes is lined with all my nickels and my tens"

Jake Dominion nails Loco Martinez in the back with the Iced Out. Crash hoisting the World Title.

"Let's do them! Just feed me... I hate when I have to go to sleep
You despise me..."

Stellar and John Thomas eye to eye... sharing nothing but hatred.

"... and I love you"

Crash cradling his World Title becomes Greyson wearing the No Limits, becomes Rawlings being awarded the Tao of Valor, becomes El Chupacabra taunting their opponents with their tag gold.

"It's not much but it's just enough to keep..."

Devastation stretching preparing himself mentally for the task at hand.

"Saturday nights in neon lights, Sunday in the cell"

Greyson Blade and Issac Entragian brawling... a close up of a cage surrounding an empty ring.

"Pills enough to make me feel ill, cash enough to make me well"

Adam Davis and Derek Shane a strap connecting them.

"Take me, take me to the riot"

X-Calibur beating Justin Moreno. Rawlings pinning John Iley.

"Take me. Take me. to the riot"

Domination and El Chupacabra brawling on the outside.

"Take me. Take me. to the riot"

Quick flashes of action: Adam Davis attacked by the fake Hantakira. Iley nailing the Tyne Bridge. Loco with the Loc-apitator. Gryffin with the Devastator.

"And let me stay..."

Ron Bailey grinning ear to ear. Greg Allocca nailing the "Condemning". John Thomas walking out on the 6-man tag. Jake Dominion nailing the Iced Out.

"And let me stay..."

X-Calibur with the hang time elbow. Devastation with a picture perfect snap suplex. Crazy Boy spins with an opponent on his shoulders. Rocky Stellar plants an opponent with the Stellar Drop.

"let me stay... let me. let me. STAY"

Crash nailing the Aero Zeppelin Driver. Hoisting the World Title the light glimmers off the gold.

as the scene melts away leaving that same glimmer from the gold, but the in ring scene is replaced with our opening shot the gray gloomy overcast sky, but in the distance... where the clouds end. A Glimmer of Hope.

The show opens on a live shot of Alan Ducard, Bryan Harris and Jimmy Yates sitting behind the announce table at the ringside area. Behind them is the live crowd, going wild as they're excited for an evening full of action.

Alan Ducard: Good evening everyone and WELCOME to the EIGHTH LEGACY PAY PER VIEW where tonight, GLIMMER OF HOPE is more than just the name of our event, it's the theme behind the innovative match we've got coming to you in our main event, the Co-Op Challenge.

Jimmy Yates: That's right, Alan, fifteen men comprising three teams will lace up their boots and come to the ring at random to see if someone, anyone, can find a way to take the World Championship from Crash and the Diabolik.

Bryan Harris: At this point, looking at the teams that have been assembled, sure there's a lot of talent, but in my mind, seeing things play out like I know they're going to, there's no chance that anybody other than Crash, Gryffin Anselm, or Jake Dominion is going to leave tonight with that gold around their waist.

Alan Ducard: As my colleague Jimmy just mentioned, most of the competitors will be joining the match at random in ninety second intervals, all except for one person, the man who is able to win the opening match here tonight, the Finals of the 2008 Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Jimmy Yates: That's right, in addition to the honor of winning this prestigeous tournament, the monitary prize, and the trophy, the winner will also be the final entrant into the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, the loser having to draw a random spot just like everybody else... and because Stephen Rawlings is the Tao of Valor Champion coming into the match, that belt is on the line too.

Alan Ducard: If it weren't for the Co-Op Challenge, I'd dare say that a Hawkins Memorial Tournament Final Match with the Tao of Valor Championship on the line would rival any other match as a potential main event, and it's amazing to think that we're going to open the show here tonight with such a contest.

Bryan Harris: Three other matches on tonight's show, all three of which should be very brutal contests. A Strap Match with Derek Shane taking on "Iceman" Adam Davis, a Falls Count Anywhere Match featuring El Chupacabra defending their belts against Domination... and in a steel cell structure, Greyson Blade tries to continue on as the No Limits Champion as Issac Entragian hopes to get his once prized possession back.

Backstage walking with Loco Martinez who clearly wants NOTHING to do with anyone. So he's not pleased to see Andrew Kelley approaching with a camera man.

Andrew Kelley: Loco! Loco Martinez!

Loco rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed.

Andrew Kelley: Loco, a quick question.

Loco Martinez: What, Andy?

Andrew Kelley: The Co Op Challenge. Your Mob? What're your thoughts going into this?

Loco smirks and shakes his head.

Loco Martinez: I plan on winning it, Andy, like everyone else in the match.

Andrew Kelley: And your partners? What are their plans for this upcoming match?

Loco Martinez: You're going to have to ask them, Andrew.

Loco turns to walk away.

Loco Martinez: Now if you'll excuse me...

Loco heads off leaving a confused and stunned Andrew Kelley as we cut away.

The scene cuts elsewhere backstage where we see Justin Moreno doing some pre-match stretches, wearing a pair of Element blue jeans with his original Justin Moreno T-Shirt and a bottle of Dasani when we see Adam Davis walk into the scene. He looks somewhat relaxed sporting a pair of baggy jeans and his new signature Affliction-style ICEMAN tee. J-Mo looks at him calmly yet with a slight hint of apprehension as he begins to speak.

Justin Moreno: 'Sup, brah? Don't know if we've got a chance to really talk before or after that huge tag match awhile back. I've seen ya around, and you prolly know my name. People around here call me J-Mo for short though.

Adam Davis: Nice. Yeah, it was a tough loss early on, but its all good. Yeah, nice to get to talk with you outside the pressures of the whole teaming thing. I wish I could have time or the trust to really branch out to more dudes in the back, but after my time in OPW, its pretty damn difficult. Besides, my damn hands have been full with that arrogant asshole Shane. I can't wait to finally put that bastard in his place.

Moreno nods chuckling as he continues his stretch.

Justin Moreno: So... what are you gonna do after you smash that third-rate "actor" Derek Shane anyway? I mean, you can't beat the crap out of Hollywood extras forever, ya know?

Adam Davis: Tell me about it. I can't wait to get the leather strap and finally take out all my frustrations out on him. Enough has been enough, and its always better to move onto bigger and better things once I am through with him. Who knows, I have always been a fan of building my reputation as one of the all-timers by snagging a belt and taking down all comers.

Justin Moreno: What a coincidence. I've got some "golden opportunities" of my own in mind. So what belt you going for?

Adam Davis: Well, I would always be more than willing to take on that old timer Blade to finally get that "OPW Old School versus New School" war that I never recieved, but I must say, I am really into that whole Tao of Valor concept. Its something that could truly test a champion, and really push for some skill and creativity from whoever holds it.

Davis rubs his chin for a moment while Moreno stops his stretching to stop and really look at Davis as he keeps talking about a certain subject. Adam nods with a smirk of satisfaction.

Adam Davis: Yeah..I definitely would like to see my name on that Tao of Valor nameplate. What a better way to prove who one of the best pound for pound wrestlers in the world is than snatching that bad boy. Don't you agree?

Justin Moreno: Funny you mention the Tao of Valor title, that's a belt that's on my agenda too, dude! But who knows? I may just win the top belt tonight too. Guess we'll have to wait and see, hmm?

There is a tense moment of silence between the two as Davis cocks his head realizing where this discussion could lead. J-Mo also keeps his eyes set on Davis, more sizing him up than before.

Adam Davis: Well then, I guess we could have something in common beyond an apathy for blowhard wannabe actors. The more I think of it, the more I want some gold in this place, but I can't get too distracted, Shane needs to get what's coming to him first.

Both try and smile and go back to the sentiment of before, but with the look in their eyes, its easy to tell the difference.

Justin Moreno: I see. Well, good luck with that dude. Who knows? Maybe we'll meet again?

Adam Davis: Almost assuredly...But until then? Good luck tonight.

Justin Moreno: Yeah... you too.

Davis walks down the hallway to get ready for his match as J-Mo eyes him for a moment before continuing to stretch.

We open with fast guitars as the Dropkick Murphy's "Warrior's Code" explodes we see:

A closeup shot of X-Calibur sweat soked and determined.

"You're the fighter you've got the fire"

Rawlings in the gym sparring he takes over an opponent with an arm drag and we zoom in to see a very similar sweat soaked determined look on his face.

"The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart"

Rawlings hoisting the Legacy World Title above his head. X-Calibur being handed the Tao of Valor.

"You fight for your life because the fighter never quits"

Rawlings locked in one of Devastation's submissions, Stephen struggles, fights, and finally gets to the ropes.

"You make the most of the hand you're dealt"

X-Calibur standing across from Crash in their Hawkins Memorial.

"Because the quitter never wins
No!"

Crash walks out, X gets his hand raised, but isn't very happy about it.

"You were born to box in a city that's seen their share
Mello, Ryan, Carney, among them your photo proudly hangs there"

Rawlings and X-Calibur standing eye to eye backstage during Strife.

"Above the bar in the Gaelic Club
They tell the story of a throwback"

A shot of the Hawkins Trophy.

"With the heart of a lion"

X-terminator! Finishing Move!

"They salute your glory"

X-Calibur standing in the ring with Moreno. X getting his hand raised. Rawlings ties up with Iley. Rawlings gets his hand raised in victory. Another shot of the Hawkins trophy.

"It's another murderous right"

Rawlings rocks an opponent with an European uppercut.

"Another left hook from hell"

X-Calibur driving rights and lefts into an opponent.

"A bloody war on the boardwalk"

X with a crimson mask, struggling to get up.

"And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell"

Rawlings face down in the ring, he tries to get up... falls back to the mat.

"Micky
It's a warrior's code"

X finally gets to his feet, and through the blood on his face we still see the fierce determination.

"Micky
He's got the warrior's soul"

Rawlings gets to his feet, his body exhausted... but the fire in his eye says he's not through, yet.

and one more shot of the Hawkins Trophy, and the music fades out.

“Points of Authority” by Linkin Park starts it’s beat over the public address system.

Bryan Harris: Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you out of the frame, puts your name to shame, cover up your face, you can’t run the race, the pace is too fast, you just won’t last! Enter Stephen Rawlings!

As if on cue, Stephen Rawlings steps out at the finish of Bryan Harris’ little sing-a-long and the chorus of boos rain down supremely on Stephen Rawlings. Rawlings loves the reaction from the crowd and just grins.

Jimmy Yates: They love him. They really, really love him!!!

Bryan Harris: Damn right they do.

Alan Ducard: He was being sarcastic and what’s with the rhyme to Rawlings’ song? I bet you busted a few ear drums out there.

Harris shrugs and grins as Rawlings takes his sweet time getting to the ring to show off his signature “Good enough isn’t. Perfect is.” Rawlings takes a step through the ring ropes and as he enters flashes the Japanese Kanji on the side of his long black tights.

Bryan Harris: I bet Rawlings beat better people in Japan than the man he’s going to beat tonight.

Jimmy Yates: That or you’re delusional, which is the most likely of the two.

Rawlings holds his hands up in a victory pose but it’s interrupted as the opening chords to Metallica’s brooding metal classic "Harvester of Sorrow" hits the speakers and the crowd immediately lights up with electricity. Rawlings turns toward the entryway none too happy about the interruption.

Bryan Harris: Here we go, one of the matches on this show everyone’s been waiting for!

Jimmy Yates: Personally, I’ve been waiting for these two competitors to lock up for well over a year now and I thank the wrestling Gods that it’s finally going to happen!

Alan Ducard: I may not have been announcing for a year, but I concur, Jimmy. I’ve followed the careers of both individuals for a while now, and I’ve always envisioned these two meeting in what will undoubtedly be a fantastic technical showcase.

Bryan Harris: X-Calibur’s okay... but Rawlings is far and away the better wrestler of the two. After all, there’s a reason why Rawlings can call himself a former LEGACY World Champion, and all X-Calibur can call himself is a former Champion of past promotions.

Alan Ducard: Excuse me, Bryan, but have you forgotten about X-Calibur’s Tao of Valor Title reign?

Jimmy Yates: Or the fact that X-Calibur has only had one shot at the belt since stepping foot in LEGACY, and in that match the champion ran out on him like a scolded dog?

Bryan Harris: I don’t wanna hear it. Rawlings is the better wrestler here, and that’s all there is to it.

Alan Ducard: Whatever you say, Harris.

X-Calibur slowly walks out from behind the curtains and stops at the beginning of the elevated ramp. The fans go insane for X-Calibur, as he stands there... locking eyes with the squared circle and his opponent that stands inside of it. Wearing a pair of gold and black wrestling pants with alternating colors on each leg - a newly crafted dragon design on his left and an "X" symbol on his right - he begins sauntering his way down to the ring with booming confidence.

Young fans stretch out their arms to get a "touch" of the greatness that precedes them as their parents clap out of respect and admiration. Occasionally, X-Calibur bumps fists with a fan or two, but never does he stray his vision from that of Stephen Rawlings. He remains focused every step of the way, and not until he reaches the steel steps does he take a look around the arena at everybody cheering him on.

Walking out to the center of the outside apron, he sprints up to the second turnbuckle and closes his eyes. Raising both of his arms up in the air, the arena is then doused in flash photography as the thousands in attendance emit enough electricity to supply the power of California itself. X-Calibur then looks towards the ring once again and points at last year’s Hawkins Memorial Tournament winner.

Bryan Harris: Didn’t anybody teach this guy it’s not nice to point at people?

X-Calibur climbs down from the turnbuckle and then proceeds to step through the ropes, rife with certainty... and criminal intent. Rawlings and X-Calibur quickly begin to circle around and X-Calibur is the first to act. The two grapple, both looking to edge the other out. X-Calibur quickly comes out of it with a standing arm-bar. Rawlings grits his teeth as he’s held firmly in the clutches of the X-man.

Jimmy Yates: First point to X-Calibur.

Bryan Harris: Only point.

Rawlings struggles a bit before he reverses out of it and takes X-Calibur down with a snap mare. Rawlings is right on X-Calibur with a sleeper hold and brings the match down to his pace. The crowd erupts in cheers as X-Calibur gets to his knees and eventually to his feet. But Rawlings swiftly switches his hold into a side headlock and stops X-Calibur from mounting anymore momentum. The crowd rains down a chorus of boos on Rawlings.

Bryan Harris: See… I told you they love him!

Jimmy Yates: You’re delusional, Harris.

Alan Ducard: Great wrestling so far. These two could go back and forth all day.

X-Calibur gives Rawlings a stiff punch to the gut and it forces Rawlings to relinquish his firm grip. He pushes Rawlings into the ropes with the headlock still locked in and goes for an Irish whip of sorts but Rawlings quickly clamps back down on X-Calibur’s head when X-Calibur’s almost free of the hold. X-Calibur drops to one knee but before he can get up Rawlings kicks his other leg out and brings X-Calibur to the ground with the side headlock still on him while they lay on the mat.

Bryan Harris: This is ingenious wrestling from the best technical wrestler here in Legacy. Rawlings is just simply amazing.

Jimmy Yates: Shut your face, Harris. He’s not even close to being the best. He’s nothing but a cheat.

Alan Ducard: While I’d have to agree with the cheating he’s done so well with, I’m also going to have to say Rawlings is doing a fantastic job keeping X-Calibur grounded and this match fought at his pace.

Rawlings keeps one hand around the X-man and uses the other to send a cheap shot to X-Calibur’s gut then quickly goes to bring his hand back-up but not before X-Calibur lifts his left hand up to block it’s return. Rawlings struggles to re-apply the hold but X-Calibur simply wrenches down on Rawlings’ arm, pulling it down as far as he can. Rawlings is forced to relinquish the hold and the two are back to their feet in record time.

Alan Ducard: Great move by X-Calibur to have the presence of mind to find a way out of that.

Jimmy Yates: Definitely an amazing move. I don’t know how he did it but the man did it. He always finds a way. Always.

Bryan Harris: Whatever.

Rawlings rushes in to lock it up but instead of locking up with him again, X-Calibur kicks Rawlings in the gut and sends a few vicious short punches in to follow up. Rawlings taking a few steps back is followed by a haymaker that rocks him into the corner.

Jimmy Yates: VICIOUS punches from X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: They always have packed quite a bit of power behind them. Rawlings is learning that the hard way.

Bryan Harris: Not anymore!

As X-Calibur was rushing into the corner, Rawlings shot out with a leg tackle and took X-Calibur down. Rawlings looks to gain position on X-Calibur and when he does, locks in an ankle lock. X-Calibur struggles and tries to reach the ropes but it’s locked in too tight.

Bryan Harris: You aren’t going anywhere, X-Calibur. Rawlings has you where he wants you.

Alan Ducard: Rawlings is really taking it to X-Calibur tonight. He really wants to win. Who wouldn’t? The winner gets the Tao of Valor Championship belt, the last slot in the Co-Op Challenge later tonight and a title shot. This is a huge match.

Jimmy Yates: Rawlings is frustrating the X-man. That’s for sure. But I know he’ll come out of it just fine.

Bryan Harris: Oh bullshit. X-Calibur has nowhere to go. Look at him. He’s been struggling this whole match to gain any momentum. It’s not happening.

Rawlings attempts to tighten his grip on X-Calibur’s ankle but he fails as X-Calibur takes every ounce of energy he can muster and practically pulls Rawlings with him to the ropes. Rawlings keeps it locked in until they three count when he’s forced to let go. Rawlings and X-Calibur both back to their feet again and ready to go.

Jimmy Yates: Nice try, Bry.

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur looks pissed. He’s really frustrated with how Rawlings has been able to control this match early on.

Rawlings rushes in to lock it up again and X-Calibur meets him head on. No position battle here as X-Calibur quickly moves behind him and executes a perfectly formed German Suplex. X-Calibur rolls over and drills Rawlings in the with a knee to the neck while he’s still trying to recover from the suplex.

Bryan Harris: Hey! That’s cheating!!!

Jimmy Yates: He’s getting a taste of his own medicine.

Alan Ducard: While I don’t condone a shot like that under normal circumstances, I believe Mr. Rawlings had that coming and deserved every ounce of pain that came with that.

Jimmy Yates: Legendary pain! That’s what it is. Legendary pain!!!

X-Calibur picks Rawlings up and Irish whips him into the ropes. Upon return Rawlings is met with the Dragon’s Fist and Rawlings goes crashing down to the mat like a ton of bricks.

Alan Ducard: Did you hear that? That had to hurt judging by the sound that just made.

Jimmy Yates: I’m surprised Rawlings isn’t knocked out!

Bryan Harris: He’s too tough to get knocked out by that loser.

X-Calibur drops an elbow onto Rawlings’ sternum while he’s down and follows that up with a rear naked choke. Rawlings struggles for a moment but realizes he can’t escape at the moment and takes his time to absorb what he can while he figures a way out of the submission hold.

X-Calibur rolls over onto his back and wraps his legs around Rawlings, giving him absolutely nowhere to go. The referee checks on Rawlings and asks him if he wants to give up, only to be met with a “get the hell away from me.” Rawlings somehow gets X-Calibur to roll to the side and with the tiny bit of momentum behind the roll, Rawlings manages to escape via three elbows to X-Calibur’s gut.

Rawlings is up to his feet quickly and X-Calibur no more than a second later. X-Calibur takes the initiative and sends a flurry of punches at Rawlings who takes more than he can block. X-Calibur with a haymaker, blocked. Rawlings with a punch to the gut, blocked. X-Calibur with a low shin kick, blocked. Rawlings with a kick to the nuts, blocked. Back and forth forever it seems the two send kicks and punches, each one being blocked. Neither man wanting to give an inch.

“LEGACY! LEGACY! LEGACY! LEGACY!”

Rawlings finally gets in a kick to the thigh which stops the X-man dead in his tracks. Rawlings throws another kick, this time at his gut but X-Calibur catches it! He turns it into a…

Jimmy Yates: Capture Suplex!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Alan Ducard: Rawlings didn’t expect that.

X-Calibur follows it up with another elbow drop then picks him up. The X-man takes control again and sends yet another flurry of punches at Rawlings. This time; however, Rawlings sees it coming and ducks past a few punches and quickly rushes in to X and converts with a side Russian leg sweep, taking the man down. X-Calibur is back to his feet again but Rawlings takes him down again with a hip toss. X-Calibur to his feet again but Rawlings locks it up and takes him down with a snap suplex. Rawlings quickly moves to his feet and kicks X-Calibur while he’s trying to get up. He smirks and the boos rain down once again.

Jimmy Yates: That dirty rotten son of a…

Jimmy stops himself as X-Calibur reaches his feet soon after a block is made to a kick attempt. X-Calibur begins hammering on Rawlings but is soon stopped with an eye poke.

Alan Ducard: He doesn’t know how to stop cheating does he?

Bryan Harris: If it works.

Rawlings takes control again and uses an arm drag take-down to bring the X-man to the ground. Rawlings follows it up with an ankle lock. But it doesn’t take long for X to realize what’s going on.

Alan Ducard: Rawlings really using his speed here. He’s working over the X-man really well.

Bryan Harris: That’s because he’s the best technical wrestler in Legacy.

Jimmy Yates: I’m not even going to say it.

X-Calibur and Rawlings back to their feet again and Rawlings manages to mount some momentum with a few carefully placed punches. X-Calibur, however, has different plans as he literally grabs Rawlings and throws him into the corner. X follows it up with a left then a right, left, left, right. X-Calibur runs to the other side of the ring then runs right back at Rawlings and buries his knee into Rawlings’ gut. Rawlings doubles over and X-Calibur takes his arms…

Jimmy Yates: TROUBLE ARM DDT!!! YES!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur not going for a pin attempt. He’s just punishing Rawlings right now with a fistful of pain from the mounted position.

Bryan Harris: Yeah and the referee put a stop to that. This isn’t the UFC boys.

X-Calibur gladly gets off Rawlings, knowing full well he wasn’t going to be able to keep the mount for long. Rawlings stands up a little woozy and X-Calibur goes at him but Rawlings ducks out of the way and executes his signature Tiger Suplex taking X down to the mat in a bad way. X-Calibur rolls to his side clutching his back in agony. Rawlings right on him, picks him up and sets him on the top rope.

Bryan Harris: I think we know what’s coming next. Rawlings wants to finish him off NOW!

Alan Ducard: The Other Finishing Move?

Bryan Harris: Duh! You’re really daft sometimes, Ducard.

Rawlings gets to the top rope and goes for the Hurricanrana but no… X-Calibur grabs him and drops him with a top rope power bomb, landing him right on his neck.

“LEGACY. LEGACY. LEGACY.”

Alan Ducard: HOLY SHIT!

X-Calibur not wasting anytime at all, jumps off the top rope with The Hang Time Elbow Drop. X-Calibur begins measuring Rawlings up for the X-terminator and goes for it when Rawlings is to his feet. With incredible ring awareness, Rawlings manages to counter it with a backslide and uses the ropes for leverage.

One.

Kickout.

Bryan Harris: Slow!

Jimmy Yates: Shutup. That was a clean count. X-Calibur just isn’t going to go down that easy.

Rawlings and X-Calibur to their feet again and Rawlings quickly executes a Belly to Belly pivot suplex. He follows that up with a punch to X-Calibur’s back. Rawlings goes for a figure four leg lock and just as he’s about to get it locked in, he’s pulled forward by X-Calibur legs. Rawlings upset about this turns around and drills X-Calibur to the back of the head.

Bryan Harris: That‘ll teach you!

Jimmy Yates: MORE FREAKING CHEAP SHOTTING!!! DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT REF!!!

Alan Ducard: That referee needs to get control in that bloody ring before something bad happens. Shots like that can kill a man.

Rawlings is able to lock in the figure four this time despite X-Calibur’s struggling and soon after…

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO!

…in respect for Ric Flair. Rawlings has the move locked in for a good time before X-Calibur can make a move toward the ropes. Rawlings wrenches down on the hold and pulls X-Calibur into the middle of the ring. X-Calibur realizing he won’t get anywhere to the ropes, in a surprise move to Rawlings, quickly reverses it as he catches Rawlings unsuspecting.

Alan Ducard: Fantastic technical wrestling tonight from both men. This is an amazing opening match.

Jimmy Yates: Great reversal by X-Calibur. Beautiful even.

Bryan Harris: It was luck.

Rawlings manages to get to the ropes and X-Calibur breaks quickly. X-Calibur rushes in but Rawlings moves out of the way and tosses X-Calibur out of the ring and to the mat outside, partially crashing into the guardrail.

Jimmy Yates: What was that?

Bryan Harris: What better way to stop momentum than throwing the man out of the ring?

Alan Ducard: It’s effective. That’s for sure. But X-Calibur is pissed.

X-Calibur dives under the bottom rope and is met with multiple stomps, all to the back of X-Calibur’s head. When X manages to get to his feet he explodes with more fists and Rawlings is sent to the ropes reeling. X-Calibur with the Dragon’s Fist again but Rawlings ducks out of the way and throws X-Calibur over the top of the ring ropes and to the outside again, grinning the whole time.

Alan Ducard: This is getting ridiculous.

X-Calibur fakes a rush under the ropes to the left side but goes right, almost football-like, and gets the better of Rawlings but only for a second as he’s hit quickly and dragged down into a side headlock again. Rawlings without thinking pushes X-Calibur back and throws him into the ropes on the other side of the ring and goes for a Clothesline. X-Calibur ducks… X-TERMINATOR!!!!! X-Calibur quickly makes the cover.

One.

Two.

Three!!!!

Josephina Colbert: Your winner of the 2008 Hawkins Memorial Tournament…

The crowd waits for it….

Josephina Colbert: …and NEW Tao of Valor Champion… X-CALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUR!!!!

Alan Ducard: He did it! X did it! He's won this year's Hawkins Memorial tournament... and the Tao of valor title for a second time! Unbelievable!

Bryan Harris: I can't believe this. We're never gonna hear the end of this... never.

X-Calibur climbs the second rope and holds the Tao of Valor Championship out in front of him, kissing the golden face plate with great respect and admiration. Then, after holding it up with one hand for the whole crowd to see, X-Calibur climbs down and steps through the ropes, and jumps down off the apron.

Jimmy Yates: What a moment!

All of a sudden, as Stephen Rawlings comes to, he looks over at X-Calibur trading high-fives and bumping fists with the fans. Shaking his head, he calls for a microphone.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey.... *he holds his neck in great pain*... Hey X....

X- Calibur doesn't hear him, and continues to celebrate outside with the fans while heading up the elevated ramp.

Stephen Rawlings: X! Hey, YOU, asshole! Listen to me.... I SAID LISTEN TO ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

“Harvester of Sorrow” cuts off abruptly and X-Calibur finally turns back towards Rawlings. Holding the Tao of Valor championship tightly around his shoulder he looks back at the man he just beat. X-Calibur also motions for a microphone, which is granted to him post-haste.

X-Calibur: You’re out of your mind, Rawlings. Cuttin’ off my music and celebration like that. I think that X-Terminator knocked something loose in that noggin’ of yours.

Holding his neck and breathing heavily into the microphone, Stephen Rawlings looks down at X-Calibur who is almost all the way up to the curtains.

Stephen Rawlings: Am I, X? Am I?! Or is it YOU, who is out of your mind!

X-Calibur: I don’t have time for this. I have a Co-Op Challenge to prepare f-

Stephen Rawlings: You shut your MOUTH, X! YOU SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH!!!!

Just as X-Calibur looked like he was about to turn towards the curtains, he stops in his tracks. Rawlings pulls himself up on both feet, albeit unsteadily. Using the ropes for leverage, Rawlings stares out at the man that just beat him, almost foaming at the mouth with a mixture of anger... and what appears to be joy.

Stephen Rawlings: That's a nice little celebration you're having up there... not! It's so incredibly lame! I am so happy you didn't invite me... I woulda felt like a loser for the next year after attending something that lame!

X-Calibur adjusts the Tao of Valor title on his shoulder, and looks out at Rawlings quizzically.

X-Calibur: You tell me to shut my mouth for this dribble? If you want to enlighten me on something, jack ass, then enlighten me. Otherwise, I’ll see you later tonight...

Rawlings appears a little more steady and paces to the center of the ring and back to the ring ropes. Laughing for a second, Rawlings continues.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh I’m going to enlighten you alright, X... I’m going to enlighten you to the fact that... I am still the Tao of Valor champion!!!

The fans boo mercilessly at Rawlings.

Stephen Rawlings: What?! It is!!!! It's still MY title! MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!!!!!

Rawlings jumps up and down inside of the ring like a pissed off little kid, and the fans actually chuckle a little bit at the fit Rawlings is throwing.

Stephen Rawlings: Don't you remember the contract we signed the other night at the Pre-show event?

X-Calibur’s face tells it all.

X-Calibur: That useless “endorsement” deal?

Alan Ducard: What the bloody hell is Rawlings talking about?

Jimmy Yates: I have no idea, Alan. Your guess is as good as mine.

Stephen Rawlings: I remember it... because I’m the one who helped get that endorsement contract written, and I wrote an addendum into it before you signed it!!!! It said that unless I TAP OUT in the match, that Tao of Valor title stays with me!!!!! So... GIVE ME BACK MY DAMN TITLE, POSER!!!!!!

Looking completely unsettled by this, X walks a little back towards the ring.

X-Calibur: I beat you clean in the middle of that fuckin’ ring. Not even your stupid ass can deny that.

Stephen Rawlings: I would be EXTREMELY CAREFUL who you call STUPID, X. Because when you signed that perfectly LEGAL contract, without even LOOKING AT IT, you signed a contract that stated -

Crowd: “Aaaaaaass-hooooooooooooole....Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaass-hoooooooooooooooole”

Stephen Rawlings: SHUT UP!!!!!!!! SHUT THE HELL UP YOU WORTHLESS PISS ANTS!!!!!!!!

The fans refuse to quiet down as Rawlings clutches his neck some more, obviously still feeling the stinging effects of that vicious X-Terminator that put him down like a tent spike.

Stephen Rawlings: I’m man enough to admit that you beat me in the ring, X... but I OUTSMARTED YOU. I got you to sign a contract that clearly stated if you beat me in this ring with the X-Terminator... YOU DON’T WIN THE TAO OF VALOR TITLE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HOW BEAUTIFUL IS THAT?!

Bryan Harris: This... is... BRILLIANT!

Alan Ducard: Bollocks!! I didn’t see anything on the Pre-Show about this! Did you James?!

Jimmy Yates: Nope. Nothing. I gotta agree with you, Al... I think Rawlings is playing a game here with X... a very dangerous game, I might add.

Unanimously, as X-Calibur removes the Tao of Valor title from his shoulder and looks down at it, the audience beings to realize the authenticity of Rawlings claim and commence the showering of heavy hitting boos. Rawlings grins from ear to ear and tries to suppress a laugh... but it quickly fades as X-Calibur starts walking closer to the ring.

Jimmy Yates: You don’t think...

Alan Ducard: Goodness gracious... I certainly hope that.

Stephen Rawlings: And if you don't believe me... or any of these IDIOTS don’t believe me... check this out!!!

Rawlings reaches into his tights and pulls out a severely crumpled and somewhat ripped along the edges piece of paper.

Stephen Rawlings: I have the contract! So come on... someone come out here quick and look at this... anyone!!!!

As X-Calibur starts walking up the metal steps, Carter Franklin comes racing out from the backstage area and slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. He immediately grabs the “contract” from Rawlings’ hands, and shakes his head in disgust. He looks back at X-Calibur with a giant frown, and X-Calibur quickly steps through the ropes.

X-Calibur: No fucking way does he get this title back. No FUCKING way!!!

The fans cheer wildly as X-Calibur drapes the championship back over his shoulder. Carter Franklin looks pleadingly at X-Calibur and then back to Stephen Rawlings.

Stephen Rawlings: See X? See that precious little frown on Carter's face?! He knows it... and X... you damn well know it. So GIVE...

Rawlings pokes X-Calibur on the right shoulder.

Stephen Rawlings: ...ME...

He pokes him again.

Stephen Rawlings: ...MY...

And again. This time with both hands.

Stephen Rawlings: ...TITLE!!!!

Jimmy Yates: This is flat out stupid. He’s prodding a hungry lion with a sharp and pointy stick!!!

X-Calibur’s ferocity is evident by the quivering of his fists. The pigment of his face has even turned a little pale.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh, and Carter? You know what to do!

Carter defiantly shakes his head.

Stephen Rawlings: DO IT! Before I kick you like a pathetic puppy dog! I want my fucking title... NOW!!!!

Carter hesitantly obliges and takes one last look at X-Calibur, mouthing “I’m sorry”, before heading out of the ring and to Josephina Colbert. After conversing with Josephina for a moment, Josephina raises the microphone to her lips and the entire audience goes silent for the announcement.

Jimmy Yates: No way this is happening...

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... due to a previously signed and unannounced contract clause that states if X-Calibur wins this match in any other way than a submission... STILL your TAO... OF VALOR... CHAMPION.... STEPHEN.... RAWLINGS!!!

Jimmy Yates: I cannot BELIEVE this.

Bryan Harris: Believe it, Jimbo! Rawlings has done it!!!! He’s retained the To of Valor title!!!

Alan Ducard: I think I’m gonna be bloody well ill.

All of a sudden, after hearing the announcement made official, X-Calibur begrudgingly hands Stephen Rawlings the title belt. Making like he’s going to leave the ring peacefully, X-Calibur stops, turns around, and waylays Stephen in the gut with a solid kick. He then follows it up with a SICKENING X-Terminator that drills him right into the mat with awesome force.

Bryan Harris: That son of a bitch!!

The roof absolutely unglues and the audience pours their love out to X-Calibur for what he just did to the Tao of Valor Champion. Cussing aloud, X-Calibur leaves the ring... with a disturbing look of anger not often seen. Not even slapping the hands of various fans on the way back towards the curtain, X-Calibur looks up at the LEGACY Jumbo Vision and sees Stephen Rawlings laid out on the mat... with the Tao of Valor Championship still clutched in his arms. He runs his hands through his hair with frustration, and continues on towards the curtains, eventually disappearing behind them.

Alan Ducard: If that wasn’t an act of bloody thievery, then I frankly don’t know what is!

Jimmy Yates: Whether you like him or not... I don’t think anybody can deny the fact that X-Calibur deserves to be Tao of Valor Champion for a second time right now.

Bryan Harris: But guess what? He’s not. This night will go down as a successful title defense by Stephen Rawlings. End of story.

Alan Ducard: Sorry chap, but that’s NOT the end of the story. Because even if he’s not the Tao of Valor Champion right now, he did in fact beat Stephen Rawlings in the match itself. And you know what that means, James?

Jimmy Yates: I sure do. X-Calibur is the 2008 Hawkins Memorial Tournament Winner... and later tonight, in the Co-Op Challenge, he will be the LAST man to enter the fray. And with what just went down here? I honestly feel sorry for anyone who stands in his way.

We find ourselves backstage, there we see England's own John Iley, standing somewhere in the back of the arena. His eyes are closed and his head is rolling back and forth, side to side. We she his girlfriend Lisa behind him, rubbing his neck for him. Just then the camera pulls back and we see Smith Cartwright walk into shot and stands next to Iley. Lisa stops rubbing her mans neck and Iley slowly opens his eyes

Iley: "Smith, hows it going?"

Smith Cartwright: "Actually I was coming to ask you the very same thing. *Looks at Lisa and gives her a smile* Hi *Looks back at Iley* A lot of people are worried about you after your match with Stephen Rawlings. How's the neck?"

Iley: *Nodding slowly* "Its still a little tender, nothing serious. I've been cleared to wrestle by the medical staff. It was more a stinger than anything else, but I've been taking precautions just incase. Ice packs, heat packs, neck rubs off Lisa" *points to Lisa who gives Smith a smile and a wave*

Lisa: "Hi."

Iley: "So even though my neck is a little sore, I'm cleared to wrestle, I just hope Rawlings in is the ring when I get there!"

Smith Cartwright: "Well I will admit, I'd like to see you get back at Rawlings a little bit, too. I don't know the entry order yet, but I'll be hoping to see you two cross paths. A greater hope that I have, though, is that nothing else happens to you inside that ring and that you come out of tonight with your neck okay."

Iley: "Well thanks for the encouragement, but I'm going to make sure I walk out of that ring tonight. There's one thing we English wrestlers have prided ourselves on, and its our ability to work through whatever conditions we're facing, wether they be personally physical, personally mental or otherwise. I might not be able to give anyone the Tyne Bridge, but I have other ways and means of beating people in that ring Smith!"

Smith Cartwright: "I've see the tapes, I know you're capable of more than just the Tyne Bridge. Heck, I'm one of the people who lobbied to bring you onto the roster. I just want to make sure that as we move forward towards future pay per views, that Iley isn't sidelined with injury."

Iley: "Trust me Smith, I'm going to be at future pay per views, I'll make sure of it!"

Smith Cartwright: "That's what I like to hear. You two take care, and I'll probably run into you later on tonight after all this craziness is over with."

Iley: *Offering his hand* Thanks mate, I'll see you later!"

Cartwright extends his hand and shakes John's.

Smith Cartwright: "Definately. Good luck out there."

Smith walks off and Iley turns to face Lisa

Iley: "I better get going if I'm going to get some water, and you need to be going up to that luxury box that Rob Belote said you could watch from. I'll see you after the match"

They share a tender kiss and Lisa strokes John's face

Lisa: "Take care out there, I've been there once before when your back was nearly destroyed, I don't want to see you come back here on a..."

Iley puts a finger on her lips and smiles

Iley: "You don't need to go there, that's all history now!"

Iley winks and walks away, Lisa smiles and watches him leave

Sitting on a steel chair in his locker room, Ron Bailey twists the roll of tape around his wrist and suddenly all he’s left with is the cardboard ring. Tossing it into the trash can without even looking, Ron shakes his head and stands up.

Ron Bailey: Damn trainer better have some good tape for me to use and not be out like back on STRIFE 34.

Opening his locker room and walking out, he quickly finds himself face to face with LEGACY’s newest hot blonde valet, Helena Fitzgerald.

Helena Fitzgerald: Hello Mr. Bailey.

A big grin forms on Ron’s face.

Ron Bailey: Hey look, I gotta cut this short. I don’t know what you’ve got in mind that you came here to tell me about, but I don’t got time right now. Later tonight, though, after all this is done… I’d be more than willing to hear anything you wanna tell me…

He looks her up and down, admiring the curves that her form-fitting dress are hugging.

Ron Bailey: And try half the things you’re thinkin’ about doin’ with me… but right now, I’ve got a BIG match to get ready for.

Her eyes light up.

Helena Fitzgerald: Fascinating, Mr. Bailey. But before your mind gets too full of dirty little thoughts, the only thing I was coming by to tell you is that I think you’ve got lots of talent, and I think there’s a possibility that we could do some good business with one another.

She puts her hand softly on the side of his neck.

Helena Fitzgerald: But you’re going to have to wait, because I’m a firm believer in a woman’s right to choose… and I haven’t chosen yet.

With a coy little grin, Helena Fitzgerald walks off, leaving Ron Bailey to watch her go.

We open with a leather strap laying in an empty ring, but the music of System of a Down's "Old School Hollywood" explodes and we see Adam Davis pistoning rights and lefts into Derek Shane.

"Old school"

A shot of Adam Davis' first appearance in Legacy, ringside.

"Hollywood"

Derek Shane standing in the center of a ring bathed in gold lights.

"Baseball."

A clubbing clothesline from Davis.

"Tony Danza cuts in line,"

Shane jumps over the top rope, fleeing a beatdown.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

A Stormtrooper helmet rolls across the floor.

"Standing in the sun I'm wasting my time,"

Davis stands in the ring begging Shane to get in there with him.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

A shot of Derek Shane whipping the hell out of Adam Davis with the leather strap.

"Old school Hollywood baseball,
Jack Gilardi is ten feet tall,"

Davis stands across from the fake "Hantakira" who comes at him with a huge spike.

"Old school Hollywood baseball,
Me and Frankie Avalon."

A downed Davis lays in a pool of blood. flash to a gloating Shane.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

Davis nailing an opponent with the Clarity.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

Davis and Shane from Forged by Fire. An exhausted Shane rolls under the ring, a slightly different looking, fresher Shane reappears.

"Hey man don't you touch my belt,"

Adam Davis wraps a strap around Derek Shane's wrist.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

Davis nails the "Cold Shoulder on Shane"

"Standing in the sun I'm about to melt,"

Shane standing in the center of a Legacy ring basking in the spotlight. Melts to an intense Adam Davis standing tall in the center of the ring, a fire in his eyes.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

Shane nailing Davis with the "Cut and Print".

"Old school Hollywood baseball,
Jack Gilardi is ten feet tall,"

Shane makes the cover... puts his feet on the ropes.

"Old school Hollywood baseball,
Me and Frankie Avalon."

Davis and Shane brawling in the crowd.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

Shane retreating up the ramp, getting away from Davis.

"Old school Hollywood,
Washed up Hollywood."

Shane whipping the hell out of Davis... Davis standing, defiant after making the Strap Match announcement. As the music fades out we see One last shot of Shane and Davis strapped at the wrist.

Alan Ducard: The following match is a much anticipated rematch between Adam Davis and Derek Shane, these two men faced off at Forged by Fire and Derek Shane was able to pull off a win using his devious tactics.

Jimmy Yates: In the past Shane has been known to use doubles, look-a-likes, and other underhanded tactics including outside interference to gain the upper hand, but tonight he won't have any help, and he won't be able to run as he will be attached at the wrist with Adam Davis via a 8 ft leather strap.

Bryan Harris: This is a complete outrage, Derek Shane didn't know what he was getting himself into.I'm sure his lawyers could of found a loop hole in that so called contract, but Shane is a man of his word, not to mention I think he's looking forward getting his hands one more time, and showing the world once again who the better man is.

The lights quickly dim out to blackness. A small array of lighters and cell phones glow as the opening to a well known industrial rock song begins playing.

"Everything's been said before.
There's nothing left to say anymore.
When its all the same,
you can ask for it by name."

BOOM BOOM BOOM! Several bombastic pyros shoot up from the beginning of the entrance ramp, carrying clouds of distinct blue smoke behind them, causing the area to hardly be visible.

"Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing along."

Marilyn Manson's distinctive voice continues to speak the words, but the tone is building as the haze of blue smoke finally starts to dissipate.

"Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "violence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing,"

Just when the scream of the singer kicks in, a fist shoots up into the air in the middle of the fading smoke.

Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new shit.
Stand up and admit!

Manson screams the words as Davis lowers his hand, and keeps his head down. A spotlight follows him, showing his metallic dark blue boxing robe. The hoods keeps his face hidden as he walks across the ramp straight to the ring with the music continuing to pump everywhere.

Alan Ducard: It seems The Iceman is more than willing to step things up in the production department. I have seen in his past he makes a similar entrance only for matches he feels are important to him, so take that for what its worth.

Bryan Harris: ..Not a whole lot once Shane whips him around with that strap more than that time my dad caught me stealing money out of his sock drawer.

The lights start to come back on as Davis steps through the ropes, and leans back into the corner, ripping the hood from his head, keeping a focused glare on his face.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan, he is the "Iceman" Adam Davis.

Davis gets a big pop from the crowd and he acknowledges them with a wave of his arm before turning his focus back towards the elevated entrance ramp.

The opening cords of "Beverly Hills" by Weezer start and the cheers immediately turn to jeers, and then suddenly the song jsut stops. The LEGACY Jumbotron springs to life and in bright letters we see the words Derek Shane in Indiana Shane and the Glimmer of Hope. The Indiana Jones theme kicks in and the crowd laughs as Derek Shane walks out dressed as the fabled action hero. complete with hat, and his whip and machete attached to his belt.

Shane starts to make his way towards the ring as Davis looks on shaking his head, when an odd noise is heard and a giant boulder falls from arena rafters and lands in front of the entrance from backstage and starts rolling down the elevated ramp towards Shane. Shane turns and sees the boulder and his eyes go huge, and turns around and starts running towards the ring as the boulder starts to gain on him. Shane runs and baseball slides into the ring under the bottom rope, but the bottom rope knocks his hat off. Shane feels the top of his head and looks back seeing his hat in the entrance way about to get squashed. He quickly reaches under the bottom rope and grabs his hat and pulls it into the ring placing it back on his head just as the boulder crashes into the ring ropes and the force of the ropes sends the boulder rolling back towards the backstage entrance.

Jimmy Yates: Oh my god, we're going to get sued.

Bryan Harris: What? How do you know Stephen Speilberg didn't pay Shane to endorse the Indiana Jones film tonight, I bet you ticket sales sky rocket tomorrow.

Alan Ducard: Yeah especially when fans find out Derek Shane isn't in it.

Josephina Colbert: His opponent from Phoenix, Arizona, Derek..."Indiana" Shane.

As Josephina announces him a couple of backstage workers can be seen deflating the life-like "boulder" and dragging it back stage. As Josephina is about to leave Shane steals the mic out of her hand.

Derek Shane: Harrison Ford never looked so good. Can you believe they passed up for the lead. Harrison Ford is damn near 70, but they said he adds a sense of nostalgia, then they told me I was to old to play his son. The guy is damn near 80 years old, my dad could play his son.

The crowd that was laughing only moments ago starts to boo Shane for mocking their beloved Hollywood Icon. Shane slides out of the ring and tosses the microphone back at Josephina as he takes off his belt with the whip and machete still attached and places them next to the time keepers table. He then takes of his costume to reveal his wrestling tights below, but keeps the hat on. He then slides back into the ring where the ref has already attached one end of the leather strap to Davis's hand. The ref walks towards Shane with the other end of the strap, but Shane turns away from him and takes his hat off and puts it in the corner under the bottom turnbuckle.. He then steps through the ropes and as he does Davis runs up behind him and pushes him launching him into the guard rail at ringside.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Davis got tired of Shane stalling.

Davis slides out of the ring after taking the other end of the strap from the ref. He grabs Shane's arm and attaches the strap at the wrist. Davis then enters the ring hoping over the top rope and heading towards the other side of the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Shane has no choice but to get into the ring and start this match or he will suffer a dislocated shoulder.

Shane gets up on the apron and is about to enter through the middle rope when he notices the strap is over the top rope. Shane goes to hop over the top rope, but Davis yanks on the strap and Shane comes flying over the top rope and lands face first on the mat, as the ref calls for the bell to start the match. Davis waist no time grabbing the back of Shane's shirt and ripping it. Shane tries to escape and quickly crawls through Davis legs. This allows Davis to finish ripping the shirt off Shane's back, but when Shane get to his feet the strap his still between Davis's legs. Shane yanks hard on the strap and Davis flips forward landing back first on the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Davis wasted no time exposing Shane's back for a future lashing. This one is bound to get ugly quick.

Bryan Harris: Shane taking an early advantage using the strap intelligently instead of just a brutish weapon.

Shane wraps the strap around his fist and goes for a fist drop but Davis rolls out of the way and Shane punches the mat. Shane quickly unwraps his hand and massages the knuckles. Davis pulls Shane to his feet and whips into the ropes, but just before he gets to the ropes Davis yanks on the strap pulling him back towards him. Davis spins around and wraps the strap around Shane's neck and locks in a sleeper.

Bryan Harris: That's an illegal choke, the ref should disqualify the Iceman.

Alan Ducard: The rules are somewhat relaxed in these types of matches so I believe the hold is perfectly legal in this setting.

Shane tries to fight the sleeper, but is fading fast, realizing he only has one means of escape he uses all of his adrenaline to pull himself forward an kicks his feet up on to the second turnbuckle and grabs Shane's head as he flips over him and hits a modified sliced bread number two.

Jimmy Yates: Desperation move from Shane, but it looks like both men are feeling the effects of it.

Both men start get to their feet at about the same time and Shane pulls Davis towards him and goes for a clothesline. Davis ducks the clothesline running past Shane which spins Shane around. Davis continues to run and hops over the top rope to the outside the moment cause Shane to fly head first into the top turnbuckle and collapse to the mat. Davis climbs up on the apron and hops to the top rope and dives off and connects with an elbow drop. He hooks the leg and goes for a pin attempt.

One

Two

Kick out.

Bryan Harris: You didn't think Shane was going to lose that easy did you?

Jimmy Yates: Well without his support staff who knows what Shane is capable of.

Davis gets up and Shane reaches toward the turnbuckle, apparently reaching for his hat.

Alan Ducard: Shane reaching for his hat, he must have some sort of weapon in there.

Bryan Harris: He's probably trying to push it out of the way to make sure it doesn't get squashed. Actors have a fond attachments to props and other things they use. Anyway if there was something in there it would have fell out when the hat came off earlier when Shane was running away from the boulder.

Jimmy Yates: You mean the giant inflated ball?

Bryan Harris: Hey don't look at me because LEGACY has a lousy budget, they even made me pay for my own BIG GULP (tm) before the show.

Davis sees Shane going for the hat and whips his hand with the strap to stop him. Shane recoils grabbing his hand as Davis bends over to grab the hat, but as he does Shane spins on his back and boots him in the ass sending him face first into the second turnbuckle. Shane quickly rolls Davis up from behind with a hand full of tights.

One

Two

Kick out

Jimmy Yates: Shane obviously had a hand full of tights there.

Bryan Harris: The rules are somewhat relaxed in these types of matches so I believe the hold is perfectly legal in this setting.

Shane goes after the hat again, but Davis doubles up the strap and whips him across the back. Shane lets out a howl as his back immediately starts to turn red. Davis whips him again and the crowd cheers him on chanting his name.

DAVIS! DAVIS! DAVIS!

As the strap hits Shane for a third time a trickle of blood starts to slide down his back. Shane screams in pain and drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring to the outside falling to the ring floor holding his back with one hand. With the other he reaches up and grabs something out of the hat. As he pulls it out of the hat Davis steps on his hand. Shane looks up from the mat and pulls his hand away quickly to reveal a packet of some sort of powder that had been taped inside the hat. Davis kicks the packet across the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Shane was trying to hide something?

Bryan Harris: It was probably a packet of those little bead things they put in some clothes and things to keep them fresh when they ship them. Shane probably just bought the hat, and didn't realize they were there.

Alan Ducard: Do you even listen to the words coming out of your mouth?

Davis reaches over the top rope and grabs Shane by his hair trying to pull him into the ring, but Shane swings and nails Davis with a solid uppercut knocking him on his ass. Shane turns towards the time keeper and a creeping smile crawls over his face. Shane makes his way to the time keepers table yanking on the strap to let him get those last couple inches. He then reaches down into the belt of the Indiana Jones costume he was wearing and pulls out the machete.

Alan Ducard: This has gone too far.

Shane takes the machete and starts cutting through the strap about 8 inches from his wrist to make sure not to cut himself. Shane gets about halfway through the strap when Davis has gotten to his feet and yanks hard on the strap pulling Shane towards the ring and causing the machete to go flying. The big knife flies through the air and sticks into the time keepers table next to the ring bell. The time keeper lets out a shriek.

Jimmy Yates: Shane is such a snake.

Bryan Harris: SNAKES! Shane hates snakes.

Davis has part of the strap doubled up on his side and whips Shane across the face with it and pulls him into the ring. Davis whips Shane across the face again, when Davis goes for the third strike Shane blocks with one arm and hits a low blow with the other. Shane pulls himself to his feet checks his face for blood then quickly wraps the strap around Davis's neck grabs him buy the seat of his pants and tosses him over the top rope and pulls back on the strap.

Alan Ducard: Davis's feet aren't touching the floor, Shane is going to strangle him.

Davis struggles clawing at his neck as his face starts to turn purple and oxygen can't get to his lungs.Somehow Davis is saved by what might be considered an act of God. The strap can't support Davis's weight and snaps where Shane had been trying to cut it earlier.

Jimmy Yates: The iceman was just saved by Divine Intervention.

Bryan Harris: That's impossible, Wilmott's dead and Kidd is crippled in a wheel chair in New Jersey somewhere.

Jimmy Yates: You know what I meant.

Davis falls to the ground outside the ring pulling the strap off his neck as he gasps for air. Shane pulls what's left of the strap off his hand and massages his wrist as the ref makes some sort of gesture to the back.

Jimmy Yates: What is that ref doing?

Alan Ducard: It looks like he's sending some sort of signal to someone in the back. They probably expected Shane to have something up his sleeve like this, and possibly have a contingency plan.

The creepy smile returns to Shane's face as he slides out of the ring and heads back towards the time keepers table.

Jimmy Yates: Oh Gods, don't tell me he's going for that knife again.

Shane doesn't go for the knife, but instead reaches down and unhooks the whip from the belt and slides back into th ring. As he does Davis has rolled back into the ring with the longer part of the strap still attached to his wrist he has the approximately 6 feet of strap by his side so Shane can't grab it. The two stare down as another ref makes his way from the back towards ringside carrying a big burlap sack.

Alan Ducard: What we have here is what i think you American's refer to as a mexican stand off.

Bryan Harris: I don't think Shane would take to kindly to being called a Mexican, both of his parents were born and raised right here in America.

Shane cracks his whip and hits Davis in the leg causing him to take a step back then he whips the leather strap at Shane hitting him in the side of the arm. Meanwhile the second ref has reached ringside and hands the burlap sack to the ref in the ring. Shane cracks the whip again this time hitting Davis in the side. The ref reaches into the bag and pulls out two dog collars attached to each other by a 6ft. chain. Shane sees this and his eyes go huge. Davis uses the diversion to use the leather strap to whip Shane in his right hand causing him to drop the whip.

The ref motions for Shane to put on the collar, but Shane shakes his head no. Shane turns to exit the ring, but Davis notices the packet of powder on the mat and grabs it. He rips it open and as Shane is about to climb out of the ring Davis grabs him spinning him around and tosses the powder in his face. Shane stumbles around as Davis removes the strap from his hand and grabs one of the collars from the ref. He sneaks up behind Shane and wraps the collar around his neck and locks it in. Shane rubs at his eyes and Davis trips him with a drop toe hold. Davis puts Shane in a single legged Boston crab and as he does the ref comes up behind him and puts his collar on locking it in place.

Bryan Harris: This is an outrage Shane didn't sign up for a dog collar or Russian chain match.

Alan Ducard: Who knows what Shane signed up for he didn't bother to red the contract before signing it.

Davis holds the one leg and leans back with his free arm wrapping a bit of chain around Shane's neck and pulling back effectively choking him.

Bryan Harris: Davis is trying to strangle this poor man.

Jimmy Yates: you didn't seem to have a problem with it when Davis was the one being strangled.

Bryan Harris: Davis probably deserved it.

The chain starts to cut into Shane's neck cutting off his air supply. Shane tries to pull the chain away with his right hand, but it has taken so much abuse that the fingers don't want to bend to help him. He uses his other hand, but he his still losing air quickly. Davis yanks back hard on the leg which causes Shane to gasp in pain which in turn makes the chain cut further into his neck. Shane realizing that he is fading fast starts rocking side to side and pushes with all his might into his one leg that Davis is holding. this sends Davis hurtling forward, but also causes the chain to yank hard on Shane's neck snapping it back then slamming his face into the mat. Shane pulls the chain from around his neck and greedily sucks in air, but the collar still attached to his neck doesn't help much.

Alan Ducard: Surely, thought that was the end of Shane right there.

Bryan Harris: Shane isn't done until the fat lady sings, and don't call me Shirley.

Jimmy Yates: Bryan, I think your mom better start singing, as it looks like Davis is going for the cold shoulder.

Davis kicks Shane in the ribs then reaches down and lifts him up on to his shoulder. Davis is about to deliver his version of the TKO when Shane grabs the chain and smacks Davis in the face with it. Davis instinctively grabs his face, which causes him to drop Shane. The chain seems to have split Davis open as blood starts to drip from his forehead. Shane takes this opportunity to roll Davis up from behind with a school boy, putting his feet on the ropes for added leverage.

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Jimmy Yates: This is all out carnage here, as both men are a bloody mess.

Shane and Davis get to their feet and throw all the plans out the window and just start exchanging punches. After three hits a piece both men bloody and bruised, Shane ducks a right hand from Davis and lands one of his own in Davis's gut. Davis doubles over and Shane lifts him up into position for a cradle piledriver but holds him up in the air. Blood drips from Davis's forehead and mixes with the blood already dripping down Shane's body. Shane is about to spin Davis around and go for the sit out driver he calls Cut and Print, when Davis shifts his weight spinning around wrapping some chain around Shane's head and hits a variation of the ace crusher better known to fans as the stunner. Davis uses the little energy he has left to roll over and drape an arm across Shane.

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Alan Ducard: How in the bloody...I can't believe Shane kicked out of that.

Bryan Harris: Your not going to beat a man like Shane if your too arrogant to hook the leg.

Davis rolls over and pushes himself to a knee as Shane reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, and then reaches for the middle rope trying to pull himself to his feet. Shane sweeps Davis's feet out from underneath him then use the chain to pull him towards the turnbuckle. Shane climbs to the top turnbuckle and points towards the sky possibly signaling for an elbow drop, but Davis gets a sudden burst of energy and springs to his feet jumping to the middle rope and lifting Shane on to his shoulders before stepping up to the top rope. Diving off, Davis throws his legs forward and pushes Derek Shane’s legs backwards with one arm and holding Derek’s head onto his shoulder with the other arm.

Jimmy Yates: COLD SHOULDER!!!

Alan Ducard: Davis just hit his signature move the cold shoulder off the top rope, an amazing feat, but it looks like both men may be out cold.

Rolling over onto his stomach, Davis inches himself over towards Shane crawling on top of him and using his last bits of energy to hook his left leg as the ref drops to make the count.

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The crowd cheers wildly as an ICEMAN chants breaks out in the arena.

Joesphina Colbert: Your winner, "The Iceman" Adam Davis.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... "The ICEMAN"... Adam... Davis!!

Jimmy Yates: Davis has finally gotten his revenge on Derek Shane, but it was a hard fought victory and something tells me he won't be celebrating tonight, but he'll be smiling in the morning.

Both men are still down in the middle of the ring even after Josephina has announced the winner. The crowd starts to boo suddenly as Shadows hops the guardrail and slides into the ring. He takes a look at Davis, but then turns toward Shane and unhooks the dog collar from his neck. He then pulls the bloody Shane out of the ring and tosses him over his shoulder and exits through the crowd. Meanwhile back in the ring the ref has taken the dog collar off of Davis and some EMTS are checking his wounds and then they start helping him to the back. Halfway across the elevated ramp they stop, and then take a step back. Davis raises a single arm in victory then finishes the rest of the walk to the back on his own as the crowd cheers his victory.