Landon Savage: Come in.

The door swings open and Devastation steps through, already clad in his ring gear and ready for the main event tonight. That consists of tights coming down to around the middle of his thighs, with two thin red lines running down the whole length of the outside of each leg. Below that are black kneepads with red outlines and then beneath those his usual black wrestling boots covered with kickpads which are mostly red tonight as opposed to black. He has his wrists and palms taped in black like always. Right now he wears a gray St. Louis Cardinals t-shirt with the sleeves cut out in addition to his ring attire. His light brown hair is cut to stubble and he has let some stubble come in on his chin as well. He approaches the desk of Landon Savage before he speaks.

Devastation: I was told you wanted to see me.

Landon leans forward in his desk chair eyeing Devastation.

Landon Savage: Yes, it’s time for you to pick your number for the co-op challenge tonight.

Devastation: Right.

Landon stands up from his chair and makes his way around the front of the desk. He walks to the wheel and spins it before Devastation reaches in and pulls out a number. Our camera focuses on his face as he glances at the number on the ball. His face tells nothing before he looks at Landon.

Devastation: I’ll be ready.

He then turns and heads back out the door from which he entered. As he gets outside and turns to go back to his locker room, he is approached by Andrew Kelley.

Andrew Kelley: Devastation, could I have just a quick word with you?

Devastation stops and looks at Andrew for a second, not saying anything.

Andrew Kelley: What number did you draw for the Co-op Challenge?

Devastation: Does it matter?

Andrew Kelley: Well I’m sure the fans would like to know just what number you got and when you’ll be entering the match.

Devastation: Well, they’ll find out eventually won’t they?

Devastation starts to walk away at that point before Andrew follows a few steps towards him again and fires again.

Andrew Kelley: Well at least tell us if you like the number you drew.

Devastation holds up at that and turns to look at Andrew again.

Devastation: Look, it doesn’t matter what number I got. It doesn’t matter when I’m entering that match. All I know is that I’m walking out of this arena tonight with my world championship belt. No matter what number I got I’m winning that match tonight and getting back the title that was taken away from me. Count on that.

Devastation turns away from Andrew again and this time Andrew lets him go without further interruption as Devastation heads towards his locker room. Andrew merely sighs and shrugs his shoulders before we go back to ringside.

The video kicks into life, showcasing the two men who are soon to wage war. Fuel's “ Won't Back Down” accompanies the footage, adding an intense soundtrack to the action. Guitars roar into life, drums being beaten madly. The footage goes from grainy to crisp, the editing superb.

“ I know what darkness means.”

Entragian sits on a rusted throne in some undisclosed location, his head hung low. He looks up, his emerald gaze haunted, his face gaunt.

“And the void you left for me.”

Greyson being tormented by Eli Storm, his property sold to the fans.

“The isolation stings.”

Issac comes back from his fall from the tower, the video tape having been viewed, he attacks Elizabeth without even a shred of mercy. He's seen later, after this event, sitting against the wall with his hands dangling. Alone.

“So I think it wants to bleed.”

Issac is seen going to the top rope, and then he comes flying off like an albino nuclear weapon. Then from off screen, a human missile intercepts him, in form of Greyson Blade, landing a Killshot and taking him right out of the sky.

“The echoes in my brain.”

Greyson with the No Limits Championship. He holds it high. Issac with a look of unbridled hatred dawning on his face.

“Of the things you said to me.”

Greyson putting an end to Eli Storm, banishing the superstar with a ruthless attack. He stands tall, holding the No Limit strap skyward.

“You took my everything.”

Past glimpses of Issac with the No Limit belt strapped around his waist. His smile wide. Flash to the present. His title absent. His face stern, malicious.

“Now I'm coming for you!”

The warpath is raged. The battles ensue. Issac smashing fists into Blade. Greyson slamming shoulders into Issac's gut. Issac snapping a bull whip into Greyson's back. Both men crumbling through tables at the same moment.

“I won't back down. I will not bow.”

Greyson standing up to Issac at every turn. No fear shown on his face. He stands at the top of the ramp after saving Stephen Rawlings from being destroyed, a look of disgust on his face.

“I've come to bring you hell.”

Entragian at his darkest times. Flying into both Greyson & Crazy Boy, sending them both off balance. Smashing an uppercut into Greyson's chin in the middle of a casino. Crushing a chair into Greyson, and then capping it off with a Disemboweler onto the steel chair.

“ I can't forget. Things you did.”

The Killshot reel. Issac takes a Killshot mid-flight during a flying clothesline. Issac takes a modified Killshot through a table. Issac takes a Killshot that sends him smashing into a plasma television screen.

“I've come to bring you hell.”

Entragian and Allocca shaking hands, looks of mutual madness shining in their eyes. Issac dressed as sideshow barker, his cannibal teeth gleaming. With his hand around Rawlings throat, Issac drags him to a table and crushes him through it with a chokeslam.

“ The shadows that you see. In the places that you sleep.”

Issac laying in bed with black silk coverings. His gut taped with bandages after that Killshot through the table. His eyes move behind his closed lids, enjoying his twisted nightmares.

“Are memories of me.”

Quick flashes of Ivory Terror destruction. Matt Towers being obliterated by a glass window slammed into his huge face. Mostafa Bashir being beat relentlessly with a 2 x 4. Issac choking the life from Percy Wright.

“Better pray your soul to keep.”

Quick flashes of The Outlaw's dominance. Driving a sledgehammer into the gut of Marcus Marion. Waging war with the best of them. Azraith DeMitri. Patrick Kidd. Brimstone. Pummeling Eli Storm into submission.

“The truth behind your eyes.”

Issac's eyes. Burning hatred. No remorse. A shameless evil. Greyson's eyes. Dominance. Will to survive. Accepting of any challenge.

“You know that place you never see.”

Dueling finishers. Greyson spears Marion with The Killshot. Issac smashes John Thomas into a knee with The Disemboweler. Killshot on Eli Storm. Disemboweler on Diego De Cardenas.

“Your darkest little lies. Are coming for you!”

Issac and Greyson slam into each other like freight trains, fists flying. A vicious brawl.

“All the scars that never heal. All the wounds that will not seal.”

Greyson's nose dripping blood after a shot to the steel steps. Issac rolling around and holding his gut after a kendo stick blast.

“I will not forget the day. These memories never fall.”

Greyson wielding a sledgehammer, gaze focused. Issac swinging a steel chair, mouth hung agape in a silent roar.

“I've come to bring you hell.”

Both men dead center in the ring. Foreheads pressed up against each others. Eyes heated. Venomous words being exchanged, like two bulls preparing to charge.

The feed cuts.

FIN.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match will feature GreysonBlade defending The No Limits Title against a former No Limits Champion Issac Entragain, and this match is going to be absolutely brutal.

Jimmy Yates: Brutal is probably an understatement Alan. These two positively despise each other, and this has been building for months. Even before Forged by Fire, Issac and Greyson came to blows in the MGM Grand Casino, and things exploded from there with Blade pinning Entragain to become No Limits Champion. What followed with multiple attacks, insulting promos, and the involvement of both Greg Allocca and Crazy Boy served only to escalate the hatred between these two such that the only way to settle their differences would be inside of a cell.

Bryan Harris: That’s right Jimbo, a cell - an unforgiving, unrelenting, pseudo-death trap. There’s nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide, and in spite of The Outlaw’s impressive history inside that structure, tonight I believe that we will see the bloody passing of the torch to the future of The No Limits Division, and the future of this business, Issac Entragain.

Jimmy Yates: Issac is no doubt impressive Bryan, but the Outlaw isn’t going to let Issac take the gold without a fight. He’s been in training now for over a month for this match, and I think he’s ready to show Issac why he is in fact a legend in this business. Now let’s send this over to Josephina Colbert and get this show on the road.

The camera shifts towards the ring and the beautiful Ms. Colbert, who stands smiling on the walkway to the ring so everyone can see her as the special cell begins to lower behind her, fitted to the raised the walkway. Josephina brings the mic to her lips and shows off that beautiful smile that goes perfectly with the rest of her figure.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a No Limits Cell Match for The No Limits Title and is scheduled for one fall!

The fans go crazy for the announcement of the contest, and as there is the audible “clunk” of the massive structure coming down on the concrete floor. The insanity is mere minutes from its violent beginnings. “Outlaw Torn” by Metallica then begins to explode from the PA system, and the fans are on their feet anticipating the arrival of “The Outlaw

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first the Champion, hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee, and weighing in tonight at 284 pounds, this is The Outlaw,

The fans continue to cheer as giant screen above the entrance ramp flashes the words “DEMAND RESPECT” circled by the Western-style skull symbols of The Outlaw.

And now I wait my whole lifetime
For you
And now I wait my whole lifetime
For you

Suddenly, The Outlaw steps forward out to the walkway, and that’s when the fans give it up for The No Limits Champion. The Outlaw is tonight wearing black jeans, black boots, and his fists are taped up ready to go. His ribs are noticeably still wrapped from the Disemboweler on the chair on our last edition of Strife. However, there seems to be no fear in his eyes, no trepidation in his step as he wears the championship gold proudly around his waist.

I ride the dirt I ride the tide
For you
I search the outside search inside
For you

The Outlaw stands on the walkway as multiple bursts of brilliant championship-golden pyros rocks off over his head to signal his arrival, and he stares straight ahead at the cell, walking past Josephina with a bit of a nod. He opens the door, and enters into hell, looking over to referee Travis Rollins who gives him a wide berth in the ring.

To take back what you left me
I know I’ll always burn to be
The one seeks so I may find
And now I wait my whole lifetime

The Outlaw moves then to the center of the ring, and unstraps The No Limits belt from around his waist, and holds it up to the fans before handing it to Official Rollins, who sees that its ushered out of the ring to the time keeper table outside the cell. The Outlaw looks primed, and focused, and he stares back across the cell and the walkway to face down the man who would seek to end his championship reign and undo his legacy here tonight. Blade’s fists clench in preparation for the battle, but for the moment he can merely wait.

I'm Outlaw torn
I'm Outlaw torn
And I'm torn

With those last lyrics, The Outlaw’s music stops, and blackness spreads throughout the arena. The lights click off one by one, quieting the crowd. The LEGACY screens with depraved imagery: an oak cross covered in barbwire; a carnival tent with a sea of blood flowing out from its open flap; a white stallion galloping across an open field, with bloodshot eyes, and froth flowing from its mouth. Then a mouth appears, stretching open to reveal a set of teeth as sharp as knives, a tongue split down the middle darting from between its lips. Finally, there flashes a ball of serpents writhing in a pit, a dead tree with a corpse hanging from it on a noose, and a flock of ravens dominating the sky. This disturbing footage changes to a raw feed, and we start to see a path of destruction detailed on the video screen, Issac's warpath since his emergence into LEGACY ranks. A familiar tune starts to roar through the arena audio system, setting the fans into a venomous uproar.

“ Don't Fear The Reaper “ by Blue Oyster Cult blasts forth in all its classic glory, and during the opening guitar riffs, the temptress Elizabeth Gaunt steps out from the red curtains. She is wearing a long black skirt and a form fitting black corset, showing off her bosom. Her hair is whipped up into an elegant bun, her eyes painted in dark make-up. She signals with one hand covered in Gothic finger armor to a section of the stage near the ramp, where a lone spotlight falls.

All our times have come, here but now they're gone

From behind a section of the curtains, a white steed steps out, its hooves clicking on metal stage. The majestic animal is covered in pieces of black armor, a plating of spikes covers a section of its long nose. Sitting atop the horse on the saddle is a hooded rider, like the pale rider of biblical fame.

Seasons don't fear the reaper, nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.

The mysterious rider dismounts his steed, and its lead back behind the curtain by another nameless hooded servant. The rider strides to the edge of the walkway, taking his place at Elizabeth's side. He unstraps a huge genuine scythe from his back, twirling it once and planting it onto the floor like a staff. Elizabeth takes hold of the weapon as the rider unsnaps the buttons of his cloak and throws it off, hood and all. It's no real surprise to see that this pale rider is none other than Issac Entragian.

We can be like they are

Issac's ring attire is unique for this contest, seeming to be a new style adopted by The Pale Plague. He wears black tights crisscrossed with a rusted barbwire design, and along the right leg an eroded text reads “ALBINO ABOMINATION“ in stark white letters. His upper torso is adorned in a black sleeveless vest, also decorated with the rusted barbwire design. In the very middle of his chest there is the symbol of a cross covered in barbwire with two ravens resting on its oak limbs. Black straps cover his wrists, going all the way up to his elbows. As the monster starts to make his way down to the ring, we see another revelation. A heavy knee-pad is affixed to his right knee, but this time around it's laced with barbed wire.

Josephina Colbert: And the challenger, he weighs in at 312lbs, he is THE IVORY TERROR, ISSAC ENTRAGIAN!

The masses serenade Issac with a chorus of boos, and his only response is a wry smile, his stride never faltering as he heads towards the ungodly steel structure.

Alan Ducard: Good God, gentlemen. Did you see Issac's kneepad? That knee his uses for The Disemboweler is literally wrapped in barbwire!

Bryan Harris: So? Consider how devastating this match is going to be. Issac's just got himself a little insurance policy there, that's all.

Jimmy Yates: Quite an impressive entrance there from Entragian, seeming like Death himself emerging from the back.

Bryan Harris: Death is coming for Blade’s title reign, no doubt about it!

Issac reaches the ring, pausing on the outside for a moment. He turns to Liz, taking one of her small hands and bringing it to his lips. He plants a kiss upon it, his eyes growing cold for the work ahead. Elizabeth nods her head in confidence, and she bites her lip to hold back her emotion. Entragian turns his back and makes his way into the cell, throwing open the door of the cell and stepping in through the ropes. He never looks back, and once in the ring he faces The Outlaw. The No Limits Champion steps from his corner to the center of the ring in contrast to the intimidation that Issac has brought forth from lesser individuals. Greyson’s defiance of Issac’s commanding presence brings forth a wicked smile from Issac as the monster steps to meet Blade dead center in the middle of the ring that is fully enclosed by unforgiving steel, trapping official, challenger, and champion, whatever the carnage to come.

Alan Ducard: This capacity crowd is on the edge of its collective seat waiting to see what kind of violence is about to outbreak here inside the cell, and there is no question where the crowd support lies tonight. The “Let’s Go Blade” chant is almost deafening here as we await the start of this title bout.

Bryan Harris: What can I say Alan, group-think can make individuals pretty stupid. All of this chanting for Blade is an exercise in futility Blade walked out of Forged by Fire with The No Limits Title by pinning Entragain and it was a fluke, just like The Outlaw escaping with the belt during his tables match with the challenger. Tonight, Blade’s luck is going to run out inside his “trademark” match, and there’s nothing that he or these people are going to do about it.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe how quickly you just wrote off The Outlaw. I seriously cannot believe it, Bryan. Blade has been damn near invincible in this environment, and he’s stepped up his game and been in serious training for this one. His body is in great shape, his mind is focused on keeping that belt, and yes, the people are behind him. The Outlaw has the ability to feed off of a crowd like very few can, and this crowd is more than willing to be in his corner here tonight.

Alan Ducard: It seems that Official Rollins is ready to get things started here in this No Limits Title bout, and he is checking at ringside if we are ready to get things started.

Referee Travis Rollins’ face shows just a hint of anxiousness as he gets the go ahead from ringside that everyone is ready to begin. He moves towards the center of the ring where the beasts have gathered, dwarfed by their awesome size, and looks to each man. Issac stares down The Outlaw with nothing but evil intent in his eyes, and The Outlaw returns the malice with his own unflappable, determined gaze. The battle of wills had already begun before the opening bell, and now the physical battle begins as Travis signals for the bell and jumps back from the impending explosion.

Alan Ducard: Both fighters explode with a flurry of fists to open the bout with Issac attempting to use that reach advantage but The Outlaw’s speed has him inside Issac’s reach. There’s a vicious strike from The No Limits Champion; his fist connects solidly with Issac’s jaw. Blade remains inside the reach and there’s a stinging right hand, followed by a left hook. Issac is reeling back towards the ropes, and here comes the Irish whip attempt.

Bryan Harris: Reversal by Issac showing that power advantage, and now its Blade going for the ride guys, and Issac meets him with a knee to the midsection with that barbed-wire-covered knee. Issac’s creativity is already paying off here in the opening moments.

Jimmy Yates: Blade is doubled over yes, but those wraps around his midsection have protected him from that stabbing action of those barbs. Issac has picked up some steam and is looking to knee into Blade’s head with the barbed wire, but Blade evades!

Alan Ducard: Blade steps back from the attempted knee lift, and he swings through with both arms. Issac attempts to turn and face the champion, but Blade connects to the side of the neck with a double axe handle blow. Issac’s falls to one knee, and The Outlaw kicks Entragain in the face, sending him down to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think Issac was quite expecting the quickness that this motivated Outlaw is showing here in the early going, in spite of those injured ribs.

Bryan Harris: He took one early shot from Entragain, but there’s a hell of a lot more to come from The Albino Abomination. This one isn’t going to be over until Blade is bloody and broken.

The Outlaw rebounds off the ropes as Issac attempts to push off the mat, but The Outlaw kicks him in the side of the face, driving him back down. Greyson then positions Issac’s head across the bottom rope, and plans his foot in the back of Entragain’s throat, squeezing it between the rope and his boot.

Alan Ducard: The official is admonishing Blade to break it up, but under these circumstances, he can do little about the rules but protest. This is a No Limits match, and for all intents and purposes, anything goes here.

The Outlaw chokes Issac for a few more moments, and then pulls him up by the hair, and slams him face first into the turnbuckle, not once, not twice, but three times. Blade then hooks Issac around the waist and take him up back up and over to the canvas with a belly to back suplex.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is already bringing out the suplexes in this contest, as it appears he’s looking to keep Issac off balance, mixing his brawling and speed with a bit of technique. He said that Issac wasn’t ready for him, and has discounted him, and in this early going it looks as if there is some validity to Blade’s words.

Bryan Harris: Yes, Issac is off to a slow start, but it’s not about how you start, it’s about how you finish, and Blade is a long way from finishing the challenger.

Jimmy Yates: I think Blade realizes that as well Bryan, and that’s why he hasn’t let up here since gaining the advantage.

The Outlaw stays on the attack, leaping on top of Entragain, and raining down blows on his forehead. Greyson brings Issac up to a vertical base, and scoops him delivering a running powerslam to the The Ivory Terror. Issac spends little time on the canvas as The Outlaw heaves him up and drops him throat first on the top rope, stunning Issac as he falls, hooking the ropes. The No Limits Champion uses the ropes to get a running start to his attack, but as he reaches Issac, the bigger man taps into another gear. The Ivory Terror charges forward with a big boot to the face that takes Blade straight down to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: A massive boot to the face may have turned the tide in this contest, providing Issac with some much needed breathing room.

Jimmy Yates: That was one hell of a shot Alan. Blade is still clutching his jaw, and Issac delivers stomps down on Blade’s ribs.

Bryan Harris: I know that definitely is hurting Blade, in spite of the wrapping around those injuries. Issac needs to get that barbed wire on to those ribs and this one could be over very quickly.

Greyson instinctively goes to cover up his ribs, but Issac comes off the ropes looking to drop that barbed wire knee onto Blade’s forehead. However, at the last moment, Blade rolls out of the way. Issac grimaces as his knee hits the canvas, and Blade comes off the ropes, building a head of steam to counter attack. Unfortunately for Greyson, Entragain catches him by the throat, and in one smooth motion, delivers a thunderous chokeslam. The fans gasp at the impact, and Greyson twitches on the canvas as the monster smiles down at his handiwork.

Alan Ducard: Issac has established control with that amazing display of power. There aren’t too many individuals in this company that can take a 280-290 pound man and slam him down to the canvas with ease.

Bryan Harris: That is the raw, amazing power of the challenger, and that’s why I said Blade’s time as champion is drawing to a close. You want dominance? You want a champion? You want the future of this business? You’re looking at him right now: The Albino Abomination!

Jimmy Yates: Don’t count out Greyson Blade. This man can withstand more punishment than maybe anyone I’ve ever seen, and he’s not ready to go down yet!

Even though Blade may have a great deal of fight left in him, he is in a perilous predicament. Issac grabs Blade by the throat and rips him to his feet and tosses him into the turnbuckles. Blade’s body spasms on impact, and he is immediately rocked by an huge uppercut that nearly beheads him. Blade’s body slumps in the corner, defenseless, as another sledgehammer-like shot connects his jaw. The Ivory Terror senses Blade’s momentary weakness, and mocks him, motioning for him to take a swing. Greyson fires off a punch, and Issac ducks the blow, only to throw a foot up and deliver an axe kick down on Blade. The Champion hits the buckles from the blow, and again Issac mocks him to fight back, and this time, Issac meets him with a boot to the solar plexus, keeping him trapped in the corner.

Alan Ducard: Issac hasn’t permitted Blade to get out of the corner, punishing The No Limits Champion. Issac rears back, and delivers a big shoulder charge to the midsection. There’s another shoulder charge and another. Issac is targeting those ribs, and Blade is struggling to catch his breath with the constant shots from Entragain. Issac now with the Irish whip and there’s a HUGE clothesline … dare I say it was straight from hell!

Bryan Harris: He was just LEVELED by that blow Alan, and Issac looks like he’s going for a cover.

Alan Ducard: ONE

T-NO! He just ripped Blade up from the canvas, breaking the count himself. He wants to impress upon Blade and these fans that he’s not just here for the title, he’s here to humiliate and break the champion. The question now is how he plans on accomplishing those two goals.

Jimmy Yates: Breaking that count might just come back to haunt Issac. I understand wanting to make a statement to his adversary, but any time you have a chance to win a match, you have to take advantage.

Bryan Harris: Jimbo, Issac is taking advantage, but to hurt Blade. He wants to do more than just pin the legend. He wants to end him.

The Ivory Terror pulls Blade up, and takes him up vertical. He looks over at Liz, who cheers on her champion and her lover. Issac quickly shifts Blade’s weight and drops him out of the vertical suplex into a powerbomb, hitting his own version of an Orange Crush in the middle of the ring. Entragain grabs the legs, and drops the barbed wire knee into Blade’s crotch, adding some sharp agony to the pain of an already low blow.

Alan Ducard: What a heinous follow up to the powerbomb, and Blade is in some SERIOUS agony taking that barbed wire low blow, and I’m not sure if he had any protection there like he does with that rib padding, but from the looks of things, it’s a damn good thing he was wearing jeans and not some of the usual ring attire.

Bryan Harris: Issac said in his promotional work this week that he was thinking up new and creative ways to torture The Outlaw, and I’m sure what we just saw fits the bill.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw has got to find a way to regain control in this match, gentlemen. I’m as big of an Outlaw fan as anyone, but even I have to realize the damage Issac is doing here in this match.

Issac pulls Greyson to his feet and rocks him with a right hand, uppercut combination before booting him in the gut, and he looks wickedly now to the outside of the ring. He then turns to Liz who screams encouragement to him, and he pulls The Outlaw into a standing headscissors, and quickly he hoists The No Limits Champion up for a second powerbomb and he runs for the ropes, and looks to powerbomb Blade over the ropes and into the cell/the floor below! Issac has a great deal of momentum built, and he goes to release The Outlaw, but in an amazing feat of strength and agility, The Outlaw hooks the legs, and flips back, grabbing the ropes and hits a rather crisp looking version of a Frankensteiner/hurricanrana on Issac, flipping Entragain over the ropes to the arena floor with The Ivory Terror hitting the cell wall on the way down.

Jimmy Yates: Listen to these fans! They can’t believe The Outlaw just performed a maneuver like that, and I’m sure Issac didn’t see that possibility coming either. There’s a “Let’s Go Blade” chant starting up here again, and it looks as if the momentum has shifted on that excellent reversal.

Bryan Harris: Jimbo, even I’m rather impressed, and I didn’t think Blade stood a chance in this match.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw goes out to the floor, and he’s putting the boots to Entragain against the cell, and now he’s choking him against that steel. Greyson now has Issac to his feet, and he slams him face-first off of the walkway, and he follows with an Irish whip into the steel ring post.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw looks fired up here, and Issac looks to be in for a hellacious beating. Blade can dish out punishment as well as he can take it, and it’s time for us to find out if Entragain can do the same.

The No Limits Champion scoops up the former champion as if for a spinebuster, and then shoulder charges him into the ring post. The impact seems to knock the wind out of Issac, and he flops against The Outlaw. Blade pulls back and slams him in for a second time, before whirling around and crushing Entragain into the steel cell. At this point, Liz runs around the cell and looks at The Outlaw as he slams Entragain’s body into the cell once more. Finally, he drives Entragain down to the concrete floor with a spinebuster. The fans roar in approval as Blade looks over to Liz who screeches at him as he stands over Issac’s body.

Alan Ducard: Liz is none too pleased by The Outlaw’s devastating assault on her fighter, and I don’t think Blade is at all done here. Blade has Issac up now, only to DDT HIM ON THE FLOOR, and Issac isn’t moving!

Jimmy Yates: The DDT isn’t a Blade favorite unless he’s working larger opponents, but it seems that he did it to “position” Issac on the outside of the ring. I wonder what he has planned for The Albino Abomination.

Bryan Harris: Blade looks as if he’s going to the top rope here Jimbo, which could be very risky for him here. The cell gives you a bit of room, but there’s not much room for error coming off the top rope to the outside here.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is perched on the top turnbuckle, and he’s just waiting for Entragain to get to his feet. Issac is wobbling as he tries to stand, and I don’t think he knows what’s coming here. The fans are on their feet and Blade leaps … and there’s a TOP ROPE KILLSHOT TO THE CELL! The Outlaw just rocked Entragain, and he’s out on the floor!

Jimmy Yates: Huge impact on that shot, smashing the challenger into the cell. Blade is up again, and he’s looking to get Issac right back inside the ring and walk out of here with his No Limits Title.

Bryan Harris: I’m surprised Blade didn’t make the cover outside the ring.

Alan Ducard: For all of its lack of rules Bryan, you still have to make the pin in the ring. This one isn’t Falls Count Anywhere like our coming Tag Team Title contest. Blade rolls Issac back inside the ring, and it looks like he’s heading to the top rope again, perhaps not satisfied that he did enough damage to keep Issac down for the three-count and …

Jimmy Yates: I don’t believe it!

Bryan Harris: Believe it Jimmy! After all of that beating and the top rope move to the cell, Issac just sat up in the ring!

The fans and announcers and Blade himself are in disbelief as Issac snaps to a sitting position with a look of pure rage in his demonic eyes. He looks to the momentarily bewildered Outlaw on the top rope, and springs into action, catching him around the throat. Issac steps through the ropes as the fans scream in horror for what’s about to happen. Issac ribs Blade from the top rope and choke-tosses him into the cell, where he then falls from the side of the cell all the way to the arena floor.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw crumples a heap on the concrete, and Liz couldn’t be more pleased about the situation. Issac is crawling through the ropes after Blade, and he’s already sizing up the champion for some sort of strike. Blade is trying to push himself to his feet, and Issac charges! KNEE LIFT TO THE FACE AND BLADE FLIES BACK INTO THE CELL AND HE’S BLEEDING!

Jimmy Yates: That barbed wire knee pad finally did its job, and Blade’s forehead is ripped open.

Bryan Harris: That’s the monster’s creativity at work, and now that Blade is sporting the crimson, that gas tank is going to be emptying quickly.

Issac rips The Outlaw to his feet as the blood streams down his face, and tosses him face first into the ring post, and then straight ahead to the walkway to the ring. Blade hits the walkway, and Issac follows up, grabbing him by the head and slamming him face first into the walkway, leaving crimson on the ramp. Entragain lifts Blade up and sits him in the walkway, and punches him in the face, knocking him on his back. Issac makes his way up to join Greyson, and hoists Blade over his shoulder as he stands looking then at Liz and motions down as the fans collectively cringe.

Alan Ducard: Issac has The Outlaw over his shoulder on the rampway, and The Outlaw is about to be wrecked. Issac looks to Liz and points down, and she’s cheering him on to make his move. Issac leaps and … TOMBSTONES BLADE ON THE CONCRETE!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw could be finished. I hate to admit it, but he could be finished. He could have a concussion, a cracked skull, or even worse! The bottom line is that Blade is down and he’s not moving.

Bryan Harris: Sometimes for the torch to be passed Jimbo, a few bones need to be broken.

Alan Ducard: Issac has Blade down, and he’s rummaging around under the ring looking for some kind of weapon to do even more damage, and I’m sure there are all sorts of weapons to be had under there.

Jimmy Yates: Issac is emerging with something Alan and … it’s a large steel chain!

Bryan Harris: Ah, with that look on Issac’s face, it’s pretty obvious he’s picturing all the things he can and will do to Blade with that chain.

The Outlaw attempts to get up using the cell to help him, and just as he makes it to his feet, Issac spins around and rocks him with an uppercut using the chain. The Outlaw bounces into the cell, and crashes back down to the floor. Issac sends Blade back into the ring and quickly follows with the chain. Issac waits for Blade to get to his feet once more, and unwrapping the chain from his fist, Issac begins to swing it over his head. The Outlaw manages to duck one swing, but the follow up catches him hard in the ribs. Issac takes hold of two sides of the chain, running forward and CLOTHESLINING Greyson to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: Issac is using that chain to decimate The Outlaw with the shots to the head and ribs, and now he’s slamming that chain down over and over again into those rib. He’s hovering over Blade with that chain, stalking him. Issac now wraps that chain around Greyson’s neck, and he’s choking The Outlaw!

Jimmy Yates: Issac has a boot in Greyson’s back, and The Outlaw is clawing the canvas and gasping for air! The fans are livid as Issac applies more pressure to the chain and seems to be reveling in Blade’s suffering. Liz is out there screaming for Entragain to keep choking him and making him suffer, but its being increasingly drowned out by the chants for Blade.

Bryan Harris: The fans want him to fight back; they’re trying to will on The Outlaw, but I just don’t see it happening. Look at Greyson with his face turning that bright red; it’s a perfect complement the blood covering his forehead and face. Issac is destroying The Outlaw, just like so many others have promised to do but failed to deliver.

The crowd is relentless in its support of the champion, and in his time of peril, the chants grow louder and louder. The Outlaw desperately claws at the chain and finally works his fingers behind it. He presses back while pulling the chain forward. Issac drives the knee into Blade’s back, and Greyson drops again. Issac latches on the chain for a second time, pulling Greyson back with a chin lock on to that barbed wire knee. The pain shoots through Blade as he flails against the knee, and finally he reaches up and rakes at Issac’s eyes. The monster snarls at the damage to his eyes, and releases the hold enough for Blade to get back to a vertical base. He slams an elbow into Issac’s midsection, and the chain is entirely loosened from about his neck. The No Limits Champion hits the ropes takes to the air, hitting a flying forearm on Issac, knocking him back to the ropes. The Outlaw grabs the chain that was around his neck, and forms his own choker around Issac’s neck. The monster flails about and grabs for the chain around his own neck. Issac works his fingers in around the chain, trying to reverse the hold as Blade did earlier, but instead of giving him the chance, The Outlaw leaps up and plants his knees into Issac’s back and falls backwards, driving his knees into Issac to complete the lungblower/backstabber, using the chain to rip Entragain backwards into the move.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw comes up with a great reversal to at least by himself some time to recover if not entirely grab control of the match!

Jimmy Yates: Issac really had Blade right where he wanted him, but Blade’s resolve allowed him to fight back, and now it’s Issac who’s down on the canvas. The Outlaw moves outside the ring and now he’s looking under the ring for implements of destruction. Now we’ve got a couple of steel chairs at the edge of the ring, a few “bags” of who knows what in them, and now … a sledgehammer!

Bryan Harris: Greyson Blade’s weapon of choice is now making an appearance, and he just might need that weapon if he hopes to survive Entragain. Look, Issac is already getting back to his feet after the chain/lung blower combination.

Alan Ducard: Issac is back to his feet, but Blade is back in the ring with that sledgehammer, and there’s a shot right to the midsection! Entragain doubles over in great pain, and now Blade BRINGS THE HAMMER HEAD DOWN INTO THE BACK OF ISSAC’S SKULL!

Jimmy Yates: Greyson Blade is starting to unleash, here in the cell. He’s one of the fan favorites here in LEGACY, but he has that famed sadistic streak, and it’s starting to shine through here as he wields that sledgehammer.

Bryan Harris: Now it’s Blade going for the choke with the hammer, crushing Issac’s throat against that wooden handle.

The Outlaw rips Issac down with the hammer into a similar knee to the back chinlock position as he was in earlier. Finally, Blade rises, and with a running start drives the head of the sledge hammer into the back of Issac’s head once more. Blade looks at the sledgehammer for a moment, and out to Liz, with his own satisfied smile, and he tosses the hammer, ripping Issac to his feet by the hair. The Outlaw tosses Issac to the ropes and the Irish whip works as Issac offers no resistance. On the rebound, Blade scoops him and presses him …

Alan Ducard: THE OUTLAW DROP! Blade delivers that gorilla press into a Samoan Drop, and Issac is down, and we know what’s coming now and so do these fans.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw is stalking Issac, looking for the Killshot. Blade is in the opposite corner, looking to strike, and if he catches Issac with that patented spear, this one will be OVER.

Bryan Harris: I hate to admit it Jimbo, but on that account you’re right. No one gets up from that if Blade hits that flush. Issac is in a world of trouble now, and I can only hope that he has something up his sleeve for the champion. Now is his time to show exactly why the future of the No Limits Division and of this business!

The fan noise is at an almost feverish pitch. The Outlaw screams for Issac to get to his feet as he lays on the canvas motionless. Blade is salivating at the prospect of that weak-kneed monster staggering to his feet, when suddenly, Issac sits right up. Blade’s fists ball up in anger as the fans look on shocked as Issac whips up to his feet with a snarl.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t believe it guys! I don’t believe it at all! That’s the second time this match when after just being assaulted and beaten down, Issac somehow, someway seems to shrug it off to keep going. Sledgehammer shots, The Outlaw Drop, and he simply raises up and gets to his feet.

Bryan Harris: Issac Entragain is the NEW unstoppable force. Look at him now motioning for Blade to BRING IT.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is most certainly willing to oblige, and here he comes! The Outlaw charges Issac and the fists are flying! Issac rocks Blade with an uppercut, and The Outlaw staggers Issac with two hard body blows. Issac moves back and Blade hammers him with the double axe handle. The Outlaw applies the standing headscissors looking for the powerbomb, but Issac backdrops him out of the hold. Greyson tries to stand, but here’s Issac with the clothesline in retaliation. Issac moves to the corner where Blade was collecting weapons, and he’s returned with a chair! The Outlaw is getting to his feet and … there’s the CHAIR SHOT from Entragain!

Jimmy Yates: You could hear that chair shot echoing through the arena, and Blade just drops like a ton of bricks.

Bryan Harris: Look at Issac now holding up that steel chair with The Outlaw’s blood remaining on the steel. This man is violence incarnate.

Alan Ducard: You could very well be correct on that one Bryan as Issac takes the chair and drives it edgewise down into The Outlaw’s ribs. Again and again he’s hammering Greyson with that chair, and Blade is doing all he can to avoid the shots, but they keep hitting their intended marks. Issac now pulling Greyson to his feet, and into a standing headscissors, and … he PILEDRIVES BLADE ON THE CHAIR!

Bryan Harris: How many headshots can this man take? The chain shots? The tombstone to the arena floor, and now the piledriver on the chair? Blade should just stay down to prevent some sort of career-ending injury.

Jimmy Yates: Even if that was the case Bryan, Blade is not the type to give up. He’s not the kind of yield when he’s in that in-ring zone. He won’t give up now, or ever.

Bryan Harris: Then it will be his funeral, and that hearse ride is coming sooner than later. Issac has a wobbly Outlaw to his feet, and he’s hoisting him up to his shoulders. The entire world is about to see its hero disemboweled in the center of the ring.

Alan Ducard: The fans are SCREAMING for Blade and jeering Entragain as he looks out to the crowd. The Outlaw is lifeless on in shoulders, and Issac has that barbed wire knee ready. There’s that wicked smile from the former Champion and he lifts up and …Blade slips down the front! There’s a boot to the gut, and he hoists Issac on his shoulders ….THERE’S THE SPIN OFF AND THE SPINNING FIREMAN’S CARRY FACEBUSTER (F-5) ON THE CHAIR! Both men are down now in the center of the ring, and Travis Rollins can only look on at the carnage before him.

Bryan Harris: He can’t stop the match Alan. There has to be a winner on a stage as big as this, and Blade can’t walk out again keeping his belt on a “draw” ending. Rollins is going to have to wait it out and see which man can get to his feet first, take the advantage, and level his opponent for the victory.

Jimmy Yates: The fans want to see a victorious Outlaw and a denied Entragain, and listen to that “Let’s Go Blade” chant picking up again. They want their champion off the canvas, ready and willing to put down The Albino Abomination.

The Outlaw fights to get to his feet, and he uses the ropes to pull himself up to full height. With Issac still twitching on the canvas, Blade steps out of the ring, and goes underneath it once more, and pulls out a table, and slides it into the ring. In addition to the table, The Outlaw then pulls out the ring steps from under the ring. Apparently, they had been stowed there in lieu of the PPV walkway. Blade steps into the ring once more and begins to set up the table, locking the legs in place, and finally turning his attention back to Issac who has regained a vertical position. The Outlaw immediately attacks, charging at Issac, knocking him off his feet with a clothesline. The Outlaw wastes no time in continuing his attack, pulling Issac up and scooping him over his shoulder before charging him into the turnbuckles to stun him. However, instead of a powerslam, The Outlaw deposits Issac’s body on the table, and then heads for the top rope.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is headed up the turnbuckles again in this contest, and I don’t think we’ve seen him take flight more than once in a match, and this will make his second time. The Outlaw is sizing up the challenger now as Liz hurls insults at him against the backdrop of the cheering LEGACY fans. He’s shaking off the blood loss and the pain and he takes flight .. AND HE DRIVES ISSAC THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A LEG DROP FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Jimmy Yates: That was nearly 300 pounds of man driving Issac through a table and down to the canvas Alan. The Outlaw is crawling out of the wreckage, and he’s looking to get a cover on Entragain!

Alan Ducard: ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Issac gets the shoulder up from the canvas and this match will continue. The Outlaw is already attacking Entragain with a series of stomps. Greyson has Issac up and, he sends him out over the top rope to the outside. Blade has Issac by the neck and slams him face first into the cell! Now he whips him back into the ring apron, and again back into the cell. He’s using Issac like a pinball! The Outlaw hooks the arm and Issac goes up and Blade is stalling here, showing off some amazing power.

Jimmy Yates: All of that blood is rushing to Issac’s head, further stunning him, and now Blade moves back, slamming Issac into the cage, and then drops him face first to the concrete! The Outlaw is doing whatever he can to just beat the hell out of Issac.

Bryan Harris: He should be doing that Jimbo. Twice before in this match Issac has simply sat up after being positively pummeled. Blade has to up the violence and the brutality if he has any hope against The Ivory Terror.

The Outlaw grabs Entragain by the hair and rips his face roughly across the steel mesh of the cell before tossing him back inside the ring. Blade follows, and immediately sends Issac off on the Irish whip. On the return, Blade hooks Issac, and with one smooth motion, he heaves Issac up and takes him down to the canvas with his variation of the side slam (Rock Bottom). Leaving Issac motionless in the middle of the ring, The Outlaw heads for the turnbuckles once more, and the fans rise up in anticipation as The Outlaw looks down at his opponent preparing himself to fly.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw looks like he’s going for the flying big elbow, which is an impressive move for a man that size to get that kind of distance. The Outlaw has Issac measured and he flies … and ISSAC GETS THE KNEES UP, BARBED WIRE AND ALL ARE BURIED IN BLADE’S RIBS!

Jimmy Yates: Greyson rolls away and he is HURT. He’s really hurt, and Issac is getting to his feet to attack The No Limits Champion.

Bryan Harris: Look at him pull Blade up from behind and drive fist after fist into his spine, and now he’s unwrapping those protective wraps from around those ribs and the spine.

Alan Ducard: He is exposing those injuries, and he’s choking Blade with his own wraps! Now Issac has him hooked, and there’s the pendulum backbreaker on that weaponized knee! The Outlaw’s been cut up a bit from the blow, and now Entragain has more in store for Blade. There’s the Irish whip and Entragain catches him on the rebound, and he heaves up and Blade goes through the air with the big back body drop. Issac charges, and he drops the big knee across Blade’s already shredded forehead.

Jimmy Yates: If Blade has experienced a brutal fight like this in a long, long time. That’s not a knock on LEGACY or the competition here, but this level of brutality, the sadism being shown is not typical, even in The No Limits division. We aren’t really watching a wrestling match anymore, we’re watching an all out WAR.

Bryan Harris: A war that Issac Entragain is now winning. Issac has the ring steps now, and he’s bringing them to middle of the ring, and The Outlaw is about to make their acquaintance.

Issac pulls the battered Outlaw to him and into a standing headscissors. Issac raises his arms and then drives them down onto The Outlaw, driving him back down to his feet. Entragain mockingly waits for Blade to press up under his own power, and from there he heaves Blade up and powerbombs him down on the canvas. Holding on to Greyson in an astonishing feat of strength he pulls Blade back up into the powerbomb position and delivers the move for a second time. Then eyeing up the ring steps, he heaves Blade up for a third time, AND POWERBOMBS HIM ON THE STEEL STEPS, this time releasing as The Outlaw’s body splatters on the steel. Issac then pulls Blade’s body off of the steel and on to the canvas, placing his boot on Blade’s chest.

Alan Ducard: Issac Entragain with the triple powerbomb finish on the steel steps, and now the HUMILIATING pin attempt on The No Limits Champion!

ONE

TWO

THREE-NO! The Outlaw gets the shoulder up! The Outlaw kicks out and Issac Entragain is FURIOUS! He’s getting up in Travis Rollins’ face, and motioning that it was a three count.

Jimmy Yates: He can’t believe that didn’t end the match, and I think it is now finally setting in to Issac that he’s going to have to do more to put The Outlaw away. He’s going to have to take this further than in any match he’s ever participated. He’s headed over to where Blade lefts those bags from under the ring. Issac is opening one of the bags, and looking at him now I can’t say I like where this is going.

Issac’s eyes are wide with delight as he looks inside the bag, and his eyes light up like a kid in a candy store as he empties the contents of the bag inside the ring, and out pours shards and bits of glass!

Alan Ducard: Oh God No! He can’t do this! This is taking it just too far!

Bryan Harris: No Limits Remember?

Jimmy Yates: Issac has exposed Blade’s ribs, and that would be devastating if Blade was 100% healthy, but with those injured ribs and Issac already softening him up with the barbed wire to the back and those powerbombs? The Outlaw could be finished right here in one move!

Issac pulls Blade up to his feet and drags him before the glass, and with victory in his grasp, he grabs Blade around the throat and heaves him up, for a double arm choke bomb! However, Blade shifts his weight, forcing Issac to drop him … Blade drives a kick home into Issac’s gut, and doubles him over as the fans roar as he hooks the arms … and delivers the double underhook facebuster (Pedigree) to Issac down into the glass!

Alan Ducard: ISSAC EATS GLASS! The Outlaw just drove the monster in to those shards, and Issac is in total agony, and Blade isn’t letting him recover at all!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw is like a man possessed! He’s on Issac’s back and driving fists and elbows down into the back of Issac’s head, pounding his face into the glass and the canvas!

Bryan Harris: Now here’s the other monster in this match at work!

The Outlaw’s fists work like pistons, slamming down again and again and again as Liz is screaming and is in tears, the black make up rolling down her cheeks on the outside as Blade literally punches himself to exhaustion before rolling off of Entragain. He then looks to his fists, and sees the crimson on his fingers, and he pulls Issac up by head, and what a sight it is to behold. This isn’t to say that Blade wasn’t himself heavily injured, and absolutely beaten to a pulp, but Issac looked positively grotesque. The stark contrast between the brilliant ivory of his skin and hair and the crimson of his own blood is a work of breathtaking violent art. The fans even gasp at what stands before them as Issac’s blood had begun to pool on the canvas where he had laid.

Alan Ducard: My God, look at Issac. Look at him gentlemen. We were promised brutality. We were promised that blood would be spilled here tonight, and spilled it has been. The Outlaw now grabs a steel chair, BLASTS Issac with it, and drops him back down to the canvas into the glass. Blade’s putting the steel over Issac here … and he’s … leaving the ring? What’s he doing?

Jimmy Yates: He’s climbing the steel mesh of the cage …

Bryan Harris: What in the world?

The Outlaw climbs up the steel mesh of the cell to the top, and then begins using his arms to move across the ceiling to the middle of the ring where Issac is prone with the chair across him. The Outlaw looks down at Issac, and the fans roar as Blade lifts up with his arms and then releases, dropping from that height down on to Issac and the chair with the big elbow!

Alan Ducard: HE HIT IT … HE HIT THE ELBOW FROM THE CEILING OF THE CELL … HE’S GOT THE LEG …

ONE

TWO

THREE! BLADE WI-NO!

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe it! The official just signaled a two-count. Issac Entragain got the shoulder up, and the Albino Abomination is still technically in this match!

Bryan Harris: Look at Blade. Stunned again by Entragain, and with good reason – he underestimated Issac.

Alan Ducard: I think given what Blade’s just put him through, everyone would have underestimated him, but on that same note, he hasn’t won or taken out Blade either. The Outlaw is now stalking Entragain, perhaps looking to take him up for a second Outlaw Drop.

Blade tries to pull Entragain to his feet again, but Issac’s fist shoots up, delivering a massive low blow that buckles Blade, and he would have fallen if Entragain hadn’t caught him in his bloodied arms. He wraps around Blade, squeezing him, and then Issac’s head snaps forth, and he locks his jaws around Greyson’s shoulder, gnawing into the flesh like a rabid animal. He tears into the shoulder like a jackal as Blade cries out in pain and surprise, and Issac rears back spitting a spray of Greyson’s own blood into his eyes, blinding The Champion, and sending him back to the canvas holding his shoulder in agony.

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL. Entragian just BIT into Greyson Blade. That has to be outside the realm of competition. That is cannibalistic!

Bryan Harris: You forget Alan, and I’ll say it again, NO FREAKIN' LIMITS! Anything goes to win this match, and it was particularly smart that Issac got Blade’s right shoulder, which is his “battering ram” shoulder for the Killshot.

Greyson is practically screaming, his hand covering the bite wound on his shoulder. Issac grins, his sharpened teeth covered in blood. He reaches down, grabbing Greyson by the head, and slams him face first off his knee, dropping him to the canvas, and then heads for the corner and a steel chair. Issac turns to approach Blade holding the chair, and The Outlaw, clutching his shoulder springs up and charges, driving his injured shoulder into the chair and into Issac!

Alan Ducard: KILLSHOT! Blade hits the move, but it’s severely weakened, and he hit that chair with that injury as well! The fans want him to make the cover, but he can’t!

Jimmy Yates: Blade can’t capitalize, and now it’s clear that The Killshot is no longer in Blade’s arsenal this match! The move is useless! Look at him writhing in pain, and even though Issac is barely stirring, The Outlaw can do nothing but try and compose himself.

Bryan Harris: Without the Killshot, The Outlaw will not win this match. Period. That is the move that has allowed him to be the force in LEGACY that has since the company’s inception. Issac has outsmarted The Outlaw and out fought him here in his trademark match!

Greyson is slowly getting to his feet, and Issac manages to arrive to his feet at about the same time, and as Blade approaches, holding his arm, he looks to the bloodied monster, which charges him and rocks him with an uppercut, and he follows it up with a side slam. Issac stands over Greyson, and then he looks into Blade’s eyes with a look to tell him that it would over soon. Issac kicks Blade in the ribs, and goes to pull him from the canvas, but The Outlaw steps in under Issac and flips him back to the canvas with a variation of an Angle Slam!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw reversed and caught him with that big slam! Blade is stalking behind Issac and he’s trying to stand up and … BLADE HAS HIM BY THE THROAT! HE’S WRAPPED HIS LEGS AROUND ISSAC AND ENTRAGAIN GOES DOWN …

Jimmy Yates: THE OUTLAW HAS ENTRAGAIN IN A REAR NAKED CHOKE!

Bryan Harris: I didn’t think Blade knew submissions like that!

Alan Ducard: I don’t think really did, but that must have been part of his training for this match! Even if it was for just this one move it may have paid off right here! ISSAC IS FADING and Blade is not letting him up! He’s using all that weight to keep him down, and from the way that hold is applied, Issac is in a hell of a lot of pain too!

Jimmy Yates: The fans are going crazy as Travis gets down to check the situation.

The fans are cheering the loudest they have all night as The Outlaw clutches his arms around Issac’s throat as if his very life depended on it. Issac struggled like a pure beast, flailing about wildly, trying to pull his body off the canvas, but after all of the punishment, his weight and Blade’s was too much with the choke. He tries valiantly to stand as the pain and lack of blood and oxygen takes hold of him. His movements slow, and then stop as Travis clutches the arm. He raises it once … and the fans count as it falls to the side.

Jimmy Yates: That’s ONCE!

Travis again raises the arm as Blade’s grip has turned white knuckled.

Bryan Harris: Come on Issac … no that’s TWICE!

For a third time Travis Rollins raises the arm, and now, Issac’s arm comes crashing down and lifelessly bounces on the canvas … and Rollins signals for the bell as the fans go CRAZY!

Alan Ducard: THREE TIMES IT FALLS! THE OUTLAW HAS CHOKED OUT THE IVORY TERROR!

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe this! I can’t freakin’ believe this!

The Outlaw releases the hold as the bell sounds and the raucous capacity roars in approval as Official Rollins raises Blade’s arm in victory. The cell is raised from around the ring, and “Outlaw Torn” begins to play to announce Blade’s victory.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and STILL No Limits Champion! THE OUTLAW GREYSON BLADE!

Alan Ducard: What a war we witnessed here tonight! Issac Entragain pushed the champion. Dare I say he could have just as easily walked out of here with the title, but The Outlaw showed exactly why he is a legend, and why he is the very best in this business inside of the cell.

Jimmy Yates: Listen to these fans! Listen to this ovation! The Outlaw has The No Limits Title, and he’s up on those turnbuckles a champion. The fans love it, and I love it, and this has to be one of the biggest victories in the career of The Outlaw.

Bryan Harris: It was one of the biggest victories of his career. He choked out the monster of LEGACY. He managed to fend off the onslaught of the Ivory Terror, but mark my words gentlemen, Issac Entragain will be back.

The Outlaw comes off the turnbuckles, blood everywhere, and even the blood on his hands was staining The No Limits Title. He turned and looked back to where Issac now lay, Elizabeth cradling his bloodied face in her arms, the tears streaming down her face as she was almost shaking with emotion. Their eyes locked, and The Outlaw nodded his head, and looked away as the medical technicians approached to attend to Issac. The fans still cheer, his theme still plays, but there is no more celebration looking over the battlefield. In that moment the beast is gone, and the humanity remains. He tells himself that he did what he had to do, and he tosses The No Limits Title over his shoulder, and amidst the wild cheers, he drags his bloody, broken body to the back.

The camera is zoomed in on the bingo contraption that is being used for the drawings for the entry order of the Co-Op Challenge. As the camera looks around, the camera zooms in a familiar face that is walking up toward the drawing area. The crowd cheers as they see that it is Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Smith flashes a smile at the camera and walks up to the table. The handler of the machine nods at Tyrone and starts to mix up the numbers with the crank. As Tyrone starts to open the door to pull a number out, he gets bumped behind by someone. Tyrone turns around and stares at the person... Stephen Rawlings.

CB: Hey, Stephen. I'm just pulling my number out here. Good luck tonight, you hear?

Stephen Rawlings: Do I know you?

Crazy Boy shrugs and nods his head at Rawlings.

CB: I'm Crazy Boy. I'm in the Co-Op Challenge? You should know me by now. I'm one of the fastest rising superstars in Legacy? Come on, surely you have heard of me.

He thinks for a second.

Stephen Rawlings: Have I beat you yet?

Crazy Boy shakes his head and shrugs again.

CB: No, we haven't faced each other yet. This will be our first time in the ring together tonight if we’re both in the match at the same time.

Stephen Rawlings: Then I'm sorry to burst your bubble.... But if you havent fought me, then you’re far from being a “rising superstar” in this company, kid.

Stephen walks over to the bingo thing and looks at it.

Stephen Rawlings: This sucks! I should be going last! Stupid X-Calibur!

He turns back to Crazy Boy.

Stephen Rawlings: So... You actually crazy, or do you just pretend?

CB reaches into the contraption and reaches and grabs a ball and looks at the number and smiles. He sticks it in his pocket and just shrugs at Rawlings again.

CB: Well, here in a little bit, you will find out how crazy I am, Stephen. After I get done, you will not know what will hit you. Today will be the worst day of your life, unfortunately. First you lose to X-Caliber, then you are going to lose your chance at the Legacy Championship when I personally eliminate you from the match. That is not a threat. That is a promise.

Stephen Rawlings laughs and then shoots a smile at Crazy Boy.

Stephen Rawlings: That’s cute.... You think your going to eliminate me? That’s SOOO classic! You really must be crazy...

He pulls a number out of the bingo contraption and then slides it into his pocket without looking at it.

Stephen Rawlings: Which team are you on, the one with Cronos Diamante and Devastation? Yeah right.... You really think you'll last long in that match with a team like that? Theres no way. Listen to me kid! Your best bet is to try and get something good out of this. If you really want to prove to the world that your a rising star then you need to step into the ring with me 1 on 1... Help me out... and I will give you that chance.... Make sure Justin Moreno and I stay in this match.... And I will give you a shot at the Tao of Valor Championship.... Don't give me an answer now..... Just think about it!

He smiles again and walks off leaving Crazy Boy all alone.

We find ourselves outside of the arena where we find a man clad in business casual clothes. A teal blue shirt tucked into black slacks, with black dress shoes and a black belt. He's got a frail figure, and has short blonde hair. Overall, he's a good looking, well dressed guy. After a while of talking on the phone, he shuts it closed. He buries his head into his face, shaking his head.

???: So because of some confusion, we can't-

A man's voice interrupts.

???: We can't get backstage, Mr. Bellamont? I gave you one simple task, monsieur, and you make things difficult.

We pan over and see the other man. He's a tad bit taller, and his features are much more sharp. He wears a more expensive looking suit, black slacks and a black sportscoat with white pinstripes, and a soft pink button up shirt under it. A black tie finishes the outfit. The man looks to be growing impatient.

Christian Bellamont: I'm sorry Mr. Bouvier, I'm doi-

Mikael Cave: It's Cave.

Christian Bellamont: Mr. Cave.

He sighs, obviously frustrated with the situation.

Christian Bellamont: What would you like me to do to make the situation better?

Mikael Cave: What would I like you to do? I would have liked you to do your job, Bellamont, however, that proved to be an unthinkable task. The only thing to do now is to buy me a ticket.

Christian stands there for a moment, almost as if he doesn't believe what Mikael has just told him.

Mikael Cave: Run along.

Christian finally walks off, almost in a fit of rage as Mikael turns to a young looking girl, in her early 20's, and reaches his hand out to hers.

Mikael Cave: And you, amore, will be my date.

She takes his hand as they both head towards the front of the arena. His voice fades as they walk off.

"Let's see what this place is all about, amoureux. I have a feeling I'll be less than impressed."

As the rolling riff starts the song, we see still images of Diego de Cardenas. Then Hector Rodriguez. Then Hannah Perez.

The rolling riff continues and the screen fades to black, and the words “El Chupacabra” slowly appear on screen.

As the riff changes to a different riff, we see the image of RAGE Ben Murdock. Then VENOM Steve O’Reily. Then Trent Logan.

As the second riff continues to be repeated, we see still black and white images from when Domination won the three-way match against The Diabolik and The Canuckin’ Cowboys, capped off by seeing them hold the belts above their heads in victory.

“Transmission third world war third round”

Hannah Perez backstage, talking to Trent Logan.

“A decade of the weapon of sound above ground”

The challenge has been accepted.

“No shelter if you're lookin' for shade
I lick shots at the brutal charade”

El Chupacabra attack Trent Logan backstage.

“As the polls close like a casket
On truth devoured
A Silent play in the shadow of power”

Trent Logan gets put into an ambulance

“A spectacle, monopolized
The camera's eyes on choice disguised”

Steve O’Reily punches Hector a few times, then lifts him up over his head into a gorilla press position

“Was it cast for the mass who burn and toil?
Or for the vultures who thirst for blood and oil?”

Ben Murdock hits a flying shoulderblock from the top rope

“Yes a spectacle monopolized
They hold the reins and stole your eyes”

While Hannah Perez makes a distraction, Hector hits a Yakuza kick to Ben Murdock

“Or the fists are gone
The bullets and bombs
Who stuff the banks
Who staff the party ranks”

Diego plants Steve O’Reily on his head with a modified Hurricanrana DDT and then covers him

“More for Gore or the son of a drug lord
None of the above fuck it cut the cord”

Diego and Hector hold the World Tag Team Titles above their heads, looking proud of their accomplishment.

“Lights out
Guerrilla Radio”

Diego and Hector sit poolside with no clothes on, the tag titles covering their genitles

“Turn that shit up”

“Contact I highjacked the frequencies
Blockin' the beltway
Move on D.C.”

Rage tosses Diego off of his shoulders, and Diego lands on the back of his neck

“Way past the days of Bombin' M.C.'s
Sound off Mumia guan be free”

Venom slams Hector face first into the mat

“Who gottem yo check the federal file
All you pen devils know the trial was vile”

Diego hits RAGE in the head with one of the title belts

“An army of pigs try to silence my style
Off 'em all out that box
It's my radio dial”

Steve O’Reily heave Diego with a release German Suplex

“Lights out
Guerrilla Radio”

RAGE and VENOM throw Hector into Diego, sending both members of El Chupacabra over the top rope and out of the ring

“Turn that shit up”

Hector and Diego walk out, but turn around to remember they forgot the tag titles

“Lights out
Guerrilla Radio “

Steve O’Reily, Ben Murdock, and Trent Logan stand in the ring, hoisting the tag belts

“Turn that shit up”

Hector and Diego walk back, pissed off

“Lights out
Guerrilla Radio”

Tag Team Showcase, Murdock crotches Diego on the steel guardrail

“All… hell… can't stop us now”

Ben and Diego brawl through the crowd and up the stairs

“All… hell… can't stop us now”

Domination in the ring, Hector and Diego on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron

“All… hell… can't stop us now”

Domination go backstage to get them

“All… hell… can't stop us now”

El Chupacabra jump them from behind

“All… hell… can't stop us now”

An all-out brawl ensues

“All… hell… can't stop us now"

Hector Rodriguez and Diego de Cardenas both look at each other for a moment and then at Hannah Perez in front of them. With Diego’s tag team title wrapped snugly around his waist and Hector Rodriguez’s draped over his left shoulder, they both look ahead at the curtains to the arena from the Gorilla position with an intent look strewn upon their faces.

Bryan Harris: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen. The tag team titles. Falls count anywhere. This one... is gonna be good.

Alan Ducard: I couldn’t agree more, Bryan. I really couldn’t.

"Oye Como Va" by Santana hits the speakers out in the arena, and Hannah Perez begins making her way out onto the elevated ramp way. Before Diego and Hector can even step into the curtain though, they are taken down to the floor HARD by vicious clubbing titan-like blows to their backs by each member of Domination. The LEGACY Jumbo Vision immediately catches this and the entire arena erupts into cheers.

Bryan Harris: What the HELL?!

Hannah Perez makes her way down to the ring as “Oye Como Va" plays loudly. Hannah soaks in the cheers and even claps, proud with a gleam in her eye that her team could garner this sort of reaction from the crowd who usually despises them.

Bryan Harris: Hannah! Go back! GO BACK!!!

Alan Ducard: looks like Domination decided to take a page out of El Chupacabra’s book!

Jimmy Yates: Indeed they have, Al. And it looks like it might pay off!

“RAGE” Ben Murdock reigns the stomps down onto Rodriguez as he lays in a defensive position on the cold concrete and messily scattered camera wiring. “VENOM” Steve O’Reily, meanwhile, drags Diego to his feet and whips him into one of three sets of guard rails that is wrapped in bubble paper and positioned against the wall to the side of the curtains within the vicinity of the Gorilla position. Some of the bubble wrap pops on impact and Diego slithers down onto his keaster, cowering in pain.

Alan Ducard: Nothing hurts worse than bubble wrap to the back..

Bryan Harris: Stop... don’t be ridiculous.

O’Reily rears back about ten feet and measures the former No Limits Champion up. He rushes forward like Bald Bull from “Punch-Out”, extending his right foot outwards for a kick. Diego manages to see the attack coming though and rolls out of the way just in time. This allows O’Reily to smack right into the steel guard rail, slaughtering some of the bubble wrap and jamming his foot tendons up into his shin in the process.

Jimmy Yates: Oh man, VENOM might’ve injured his foot there..
Alan Ducard: You might be right, James.

After beating down Rodriguez with stiff kicks to the head, shoulders, and back for a few minutes straight, Diego comes to the rescue after escaping O’Reily’s clutches. He immediately jumps onto the back of Murdock, clawing at his eyes and face with sheer survival instincts. Murdock tries to snap him down onto the concrete but Diego is smart enough to avoid this by wrapping his right leg inside of Murdock’s right leg.

Alan Ducard: Good move by Diego. That’s ring... er, Gorilla awareness right there.

Bryan Harris: Gorilla... awareness? What are you, green peace? And for the LOVE OF GOD HANNAH, TURN AROUND!!!!

Just on the outside of the ring, Hannah Perez finally turns around... only to see that her tag team champions haven’t joined her yet. Hannah’s eyes go wide as she happens to see the brawl transpiring on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision, in which she immediately slips off her sexy heels and makes a run for the curtains, screaming with anger.

Back behind the curtains, Rodriguez is able to recover from the unexpected onslaught and once he gets to his feet he quickly shakes the cobwebs away, closes his fist tightly, and drills Murdock square in the balls with Diego still wildly clawing at him on his back. Murdock goes down to his knees, and Hannah Perez finally interjects herself in the commotion. Seeing Murdock in the prone position on his knees, Diego places Murdock’s head underneath his arm, and drills him forward onto the concrete with a short falling bulldog.

Alan Ducard: Look who’s decided to join the party!

Bryan Harris: Great...

Trent Logan, who has just joined the scene and looking quite proud of his men, promptly instructs O’Reily to grab Hannah, preventing her from doing any damage to Murdock. O’Reily lifts Hannah Perez over his shoulders, (gaining a round of woo’s and whistles from the brief upskirt shot), and Trent Logan grabs a roll of bubble wrap that had been sitting on top of one of the sets of guard rails.

Bryan Harris: No they’re not! Please tell me they’re not gonna do what I think they’re gonna do!

Jimmy Yates: Hahahahahaha...

Hannah swings wildly and screams like a maniac for the tag team champions to rescue her from Murdock’s clutches, but they look at each other as if they had a tough choice to make. They look down at Murdock for a moment, then back at each other, and then back to Hannah... before looking back at each other and shrugging their shoulders. They then speed off towards the direction of the locker rooms, catering area, and restrooms with their tag team titles in tow.

Jimmy Yates: Mm. I’d love to see her in a bubble wrap bikini.
Bryan Harris: You would never be able to get that kind of tang, pal. Never.

Alan Ducard: Like you would?

Klinton Porter finally joins the scene, apparently allowing this Falls-Count-Anywhere match to officially begin. Murdock starts getting to his feet as O’Reily and Logan struggle to wrap up the fiery Hannah Perez in bubble wrap. After about fourteen revolutions with the roll they finally succeed in subduing her, garnering a standing ovation from the live crowd. Binding her feet and arms together with the bubble wrap, O’Reily hands her to Trent Logan, who is smiling from ear to ear.

Alan Ducard: It’s like a groom and his beautiful... even if highly annoying... bride!

Bryan Harris: Disgusting. I don’t even want to THINK of the things he’s going to do to that woman. Somebody should call the special victims unit right now.

Jimmy Yates: I doubt Trent is going to “do” anything to her, rather he is just making sure she has no hand in the outcome of this match.

O’Reily helps Murdock to his feet, and Trent Logan shouts for them to go after the tag team champions. They both nod their heads in agreement and begin to run towards the locker-room area.

The camera switches back to portions of the live crowd enjoying the craziness of the match thus far, and it doesn’t take long for the camera to switch back to Murdock and O’Reily who are just arriving at the locker room area. They practically bust down the door with a big side-by-side kick, and enter the locker room with their fists ready for war.

Alan Ducard: Where the hell did they run off to?!

Jimmy Yates: Probably south of the border.

Bryan Harris: Really? A Mexican joke? You’re hilarious, Yates. Really.

No sign of Diego or Hector in the locker room, and they promptly exit. They start making for the locker room and head towards the catering area where tables of food are set up for various backstage personnel and contracted athletes. Lots of people stuffing their faces in what appears to be gourmet food, but again, no sign of Diego and Hector.

Alan Ducard: This is getting aggravating. We might not even HAVE a tag team title match, no thanks to Diego and Hector.

Bryan Harris: Whoa. Hold up, Al. It’s no thanks to RAGE and VENOM that we might not have a tag title match. They’re the A-Holes who decided to unfairly ambush the champions. Lets not forget that fact, kay?

Backtracking a bit they turn towards the men’s restroom. Looking at each other for a moment, they knock open the door just as fiercely as they did in the locker room, and as soon as they do, Murdock is met with some talcum powder to the eyes courtesy of Hector Rodriguez.

Alan Ducard: I should’ve known.

Jimmy Yates: Baby powder to the eyes, and Murdock is blinded!

Bryan Harris: Quit yer whinin’, fellas. At least we’re having a title match now.

O’Reily manages to sidestep some powder, and catches Diego by the wrist. Instinctively, he shoves Diego’s hand at Hector’s face, managing to blind Hector the same way he blinded Murdock.

Both Hector and Murdock swing wildly, hoping to connect with someone, while Murdock catches Diego by the neck. Diego drives a knee right into O’Reily’s gut, which doubles him over. Diego sets him up for what appears to be a bulldog, much like the one he gave Murdock before, but O’Reily shoves him forward and drills him face first into the restroom stall. Diego reels back from the impact, and just before he can fall to the dirty floor of the restroom, O’Reily grabs him by the head and throws him into the stall door. Diego goes flying through it, awkwardly landing next to the toilet... which hasn’t been flushed.

Bryan Harris: Please tell me that’s a snickers bar.

Alan Ducard: Floating in some lemonade?

Jimmy Yates: Ew!

O’Reily grabs Diego by the hair and proceeds to lift him up into a bodyslam position. Instead of slamming him down onto the porcelain though, he dunks him head first into the toilet bowl.

Alan Ducard: Oh lord... that’s... gross.

Three dunks later, he fully submerges Diego’s face into the toilet and uses him as a human stirring spoon before letting his body rest against the toilet backing.

Bryan Harris: I think I’m going to be sick.

O’Reily hits the lever and flushes the contents down the toilet leaving Diego a gagging and sputtering mess.

Jimmy Yates: Man... I don’t like Diego but... I don’t think he d-

Bryan Harris: The real question here is... who the hell took a dump back there and didn’t flush?!

Alan Ducard: Turner? Black? Calgary Carl? Seems like something any one of those guys would do.

Turning around, O’Reily is met with a forearm shot to the face by Hector, which sends him careening backwards inside the stall. Hector tries to escape but just as he turns around Murdock catches him. Lifting Hector up with a spinebuster, Murdock drives Hector forward into the bathroom stall, collapsing that particular wall half-way down on top of O’Reily and Diego inside of it.

Bryan Harris: Good God!!! He just destroyed that metal stall!!!

Murdock haphazardly slips down onto the floor from the impact of the collapsing stall. Hector lays motionless on top of the collapsed stall, as Diego slowly crawls out from under the mess.

Alan Ducard: Looks like VENOM took the worst of that one.

Diego wipes the water and excrement residue off of his face and gets to his feet. Making a break for the locker room door, Murdock gets to his feet as well and gives chase. It doesn’t take long for Murdock’s long strides to catch up with Diego and tackle him to the floor. No doubt scuffing up their knees on the floor, Murdock pounds Diego in the back of the head while Diego covers up defenselessly.

Back in the men’s room, Hector lies motionless on top of the collapsed metal stall... which suddenly starts rising. As the metal stall rises far enough into the air, Hector slides off of it and onto the ground. O’Reily climbs out of the wreck, and makes his way to the motionless Hector and makes a cover. Klinton Porter meanwhile has followed the action out into the hallway and doesn’t see the pin attempt.

Alan Ducard: Bad break for Domination here.

O’Reily climbs off of Hector, and makes his way out into the hallway where Murdock has Diego up in a side headlock in the middle of the hallway. Seeing his partner coming down the hallway, Murdock immediately transitions the side headlock into a side suplex position. Lifting Diego up into the air, O’Reily sprints down the hallway and connects with a stiff clothesline that flattens Diego out amongst some of the boxes. Murdock immediately hooks the leg and Porter is there for the count.

One!

Two!

Thr- No! Diego kicks out!

Alan Ducard: Goodness! Give it up for Diego de Cardenas. He managed to kick out of a VICIOUS double team maneuver by Domination, with Hector nowhere in sight!

Bryan Harris: There’s a reason Diego de Cardenas is a former No Limits Champion, Al. He’s used to environments like this, so he’s been known to take a big bump or two and still come out the winner.

Shaking the cobwebs from the big spinebuster he withstood in the men’s room, Hector makes his way down the hall towards Murdock and O’Reily... but not before picking up a folded steel chair that had been placed resting along the wall. Winding up for the shot, Hector SMACKS the steel right into the back of O’Reily’s, sending him down to the floor in a lifeless heap. Murdock charges at Hector to try to disengage his opponent, but Hector was too fast for him and swung another shot, this time connecting square in the forehead.

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell! Looks like Hector’s back in this thing!

Bryan Harris: Hector just single-handedly took out these two poser muscle heads, and that wasn’t even a full swing!

Jimmy Yates: Posers? Coming from the guy who wears a cowboy hat and has a Texas accent?

Bryan Harris: Just what the hell are you implying, Jimbo?

Jimmy Yates: Nothing, Bryan. Nothing at all.

Dropping the steel chair down onto the floor, Hector immediately grabs Murdock’s head and places him into a headlock. He walks him towards the a door that reads “PARKING LOT” in bold black block-styled letters, and the audience that has been watching on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision pops upon seeing this.

Alan Ducard: Oh boy. Things are about to get interesting here.

Taking a step back to charge, Hector throws Murdock into the door with all of his weight, sending the it flying open. Murdock spills through it and onto the paved ground of the parking garage as Hector quickly follows him through. Various onlookers and passerbys scream out in excitement as Hector steps into the parking garage, surveying the damage done to his opponent n the ground.

Bryan Harris: Finish him off, Hector.

Hector waylays Murdock a few times in the ribs and chest with some stiff shots of the boot, and fans shout at the violent commotion a ways in the distance. Hector grabs Murdock’s head and slowly lifts him to his feet, dragging him towards a yellow painted concrete post. About five feet from it, Hector takes the back of Murdock’s head and slams it into the post, where Murdock crumbles to the parking garage floor.

Alan Ducard: Oh my! I think RAGE might be busted open from that shot!

Jimmy Yates: I think you’re right, Alan.

Hector turns back towards Porter and waves for him to hurry. Climbing down on top of Murdock, Hector presses down on his shoulders for the pin attempt..

One!

Two!

Thr- no! Murdock gets a shoulder up, and Hector cusses under his breath.

Bryan Harris: It’s okay, Hector. You almost have this.

Hector tries to bring Murdock to his feet, who is gushing blood from where his forehead connected with the concrete post. Diego finally makes his way to the garage and grabs Murdock by the legs.

Alan Ducard: Things aren’t looking too good for RAGE right about now. With VENOM apparently knocked out from that vicious shot to the back of the head, Diego and Hector can pretty much impose their will without much difficulty.

Hector holds Murdock’s bloodied head as if he’s going to drop down with a DDT and Diego holds him like he’s going for a wheelbarrow suplex. Diego motions towards a Volkswagen Jetta sitting in a parking space with a nod, and he starts to start carefully walk backwards to it with Hector guiding him easily holding Murdock’s legs.

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure what they’re planning here, but I wouldn’t want to be the owner of that V-Dub.

Bryan Harris: Isn’t that yours, Jimmy?

Jimmy Yates: Please. I’ve been announcing a long time. I can afford something better than a Jetta.

Bryan Harris: Why so quiet, Alan?

Alan Ducard: Never you mind, chap.

About ten feet from the Jetta, Diego stops in his tracks and turns so that Hector’s back is now facing the front of the vehicle. Diego then pushes forward, and with Hector’s DDT-like grasp guiding him perfectly they smash Murdock’s cranium right into the right headlight, sending broken glass down onto the pavement.

Bryan Harris: Ouch... that was brutal. This one could be over!

Murdock falls down onto the pavement and Hector quickly drops down into a cover while Diego yells at Porter to make the count.

One!

Alan Ducard: He’s got him!

Two!

Jimmy Yates: Look! Here comes VENOM!

THR- Out of nowhere, Steve O’Reily makes the save with a kick to the skull of Hector!

Bryan Harris: Dammit!!!

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell!! I thought O’Reily was taken out!!

Jimmy Yates: I thought this match was over!

As Murdock covers the wounds bleeding out from different parts of his head, O’Reily starts clubbing the snot out of Diego, nailing him in the jaw and ribs with kicks and punches fit for a LEGACY MMA match. Eventually, Diego buckles under the pain and collapses to the pavement and O’Reily focuses his wrath onto Hector Rodriguez.

Bryan Harris: Uh-oh...!!!

After lifting Hector back onto his feet O’Reily delivers a chest slap that echoes through out the parking garage and into the arena. The fans continue watching on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision and let out a big approving cheer as the camera zooms in on a ghost white polar bear claw sized hand print left behind on Hector’s pectoral region.

Alan Ducard: Effin’ hell! I think that one could be heard all the way in New York!!

O’Reily lifts Hector up like he’s going for a fall away slam, but instead of tossing him up and over his head he twists his body to the right and then swings Hector’s weight to the left, using Hector’s momentum to drive him spine first into the concrete with a devastating swinging side slam.

Jimmy Yates: JESUS!!! HECTOR’S OUT!

O’Reily covers, hooks a leg for added measure, and Porter drops to the cold concrete to make the count ...

One!

Two!

Bryan Harris: Dammit.... NO!

Thr- Diego kicks O’Reily square in the jaw!

Bryan Harris: Thank GOD!

Stunning O’Reily momentarily, Diego gets him to his feet and puts him in a headlock. Walking over to another vehicle, this time a blue Chevy Silverado Truck, Diego goes to slam O’Reily head first into the headlight, but O’Reily puts his hands on the grill and stops himself from being drilled into the glass. He shoots an elbow into Diego’s chest, which is enough for him to remove his grasp on O’Reily. Using brute force, O’Reily lifts Diego into a military press slam, walks to the back of the truck, and dumps Diego into the bed of the truck with a sickening thud.

Alan Ducard: Somehow, I doubt there’s a lot of padding in there.

Bryan Harris: My truck!!!

Jimmy Yates: Sucks to be you, Bryan. Good thing me and Al here park at our hotels across the street.

Bryan Harris: You sons of bitches... why didn’t I get that memo?!

O’Reily climbs up into the bed along with Diego. He grabs Diego by the head and lifts him to his feet, but Diego stops him from doing anything with a thumb to the eye. Disoriented from his obstructed vision he loses his balance and falls to one knee. This gives Diego the window of opportunity he needs, propels himself up onto O’Reily’s knee and clocks him in the head with a shining wizard right in the bed of the truck. He makes a cover, and Porter hops up onto the wheel and slaps his hand onto the side of the truck.

One!

Two!

Thr- NO! O’Reily manages to kick out!

Jimmy Yates: I never thought I’d say this while watching two guys fight in a parking lot, but... nice shining wizard by Diego!

Frustrated, Diego looks around the truck for something to use and cusses out loud. Looking back towards the windshield, Diego climbs on top of it and waits for O’Reily to get to his feet. Timing it just right, Diego jumps at O’Reily with a hurricanrana. O’Reily catches Diego with it though, and as Diego’s eyes go wide with horror O’Reily runs forward three steps and THROWS Diego like a lawn dart down past the front of the truck all the way down onto the hard cement pavement with a sickening elevated running awesome bomb.

Bryan Harris: HOLY SHIT!!!

Jimmy Yates: THAT WAS SICK!!!

Alan Ducard: Diego’s head SMACKED against the cement on that landing... he may be seriously injured here! Goodness gracious ladies and gentlemen!

O’Reily hops over the side of the truck and down onto the pavement and quickly makes his way to the unconscious Diego de Cardenas. Looking over at his opponent’s partner still laid out on the pavement from the swinging side slam, and his own partner crawling towards him while holding the gushing laceration on his forehead, he makes a lateral cover...

Porter is there with the count and the crowd counts along in the arena...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bryan Harris: Dammit... I can’t believe they did it.

Alan Ducard: Just like that! We have new tag team champions!

Jimmy Yates: What a freakin’ BRAWL these guys just had!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of the falls count anywhere tag team match... and NEW.... WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... DOMINATION!!!!

O’Reily looks down at Diego de Cardenas who, amazingly enough, STILL had his tag team title belt snapped around his waist. Chuckling a bit, he reaches down and rolls Diego’s unconscious body over, and unsnaps the championship belt. Ripping it out from underneath Diego, he then walks over to his bloodied tag team partner, and wraps it around his waist. The fans applaud this with much respect as O’Reily helps his tag team partner up from the pavement and snaps the buttons on the strap together for his bloodied and beaten tag team partner.

Alan Ducard: That is unity, ladies and gentlemen. That show of respect by Steve O’Reily is the ultimate form of respect that a lot of tag teams are missing these days... these boys are going far in this business. Believe it, folks. Believe it.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like the hope of becoming tag team champions for a second time has paid off because for the first time ever in LEGACY history we have ourselves two-time World Tag Team Champions. And to be honest, there couldn’t be a more deserving team out there then Domination. Trent Logan has done an excellent job in training these boys for the future... and that future, is now.