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 the empty ring is followed by a quick series of pictures of the empty locker room area, followed by an overhead shot of the arena, with fans pouring into the building, the streets of San Francisco empty.

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

Helena Fitzgerald is backstage, so is Hannah Perez.

"Slick girls and..."

Franks does a dragon-screw legwhip and Jerry Starr does a guillotine legdrop from the second rope.

"sick boys and.. "

Allen Franks hits a Spinning Back Heel kick, taking T.Rex to the ground. Arch Angel catches Allen down with a powerslam.

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

Arch Angel takes Allen Franks over to the ANARCHY corner and puts him on the mat with a sidewalk slam. T.Rex enters the ring and splashes down from the second rope onto Franks.

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

Lucien Gray hits a headbutt to Zaine’s temple, then lifts him up into a bearhug.

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

Eli Storm drills Mostafa Bashir with a leaping kick to the back of the head. Lucien Gray throws Mirage from the top rope, sending him more than halfway across the ring, Mirage’s head landing in Big Jimmy’s groin.

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

Damien Roberts takes down Serj Mhitarian and then starts throwing fists. Serj Mhitarian locks on a Triangle Choke, and then Damien Roberts stops fighting it and taps out.

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

Katsuro Yoshida holds onto Chris Turner’s ankle while Kevin Oppenheimer executes a leg drop across Turner’s thigh.

"Take me, take me to the riot"

Chris Turner clubs down onto Kevin Oppenheimer, then throws him backwards with a release German suplex. Damien Black crushes Kevin Oppenheimer with the cutthroat pedigree.

"Take me. Take me to the riot"

X-Calibur and Stephen Rawlings stand toe to toe, each blocking one another’s kicks and punches. Stephen Rawlings gets behind X-Calibur and executes a Tiger Suplex.

"Take me . Take me to the riot"

X-Calibur ducks under a clothesline attempt and then NAILS Stephen Rawlings with the X-Terminator. X-Calibur hoists the Hawkins Memorial Tournament trophy over his head, Stephen Rawlings is handed the Tao of Valor Championship by a road agent.

"Take me..."

Derek Shane and Adam Davis go toe to toe. Derek Shane gets set up for the “Cut and Print”, but it morphs into Adam Davis bringing Derek Shane off the top rope with The Cold Shoulder.

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

Issac bites down onto Greyson Blade, and the image pauses and fades to black and white. Then Issac Entragian lifts Greyson Blade way up into the air and then powerbombs him onto the steel steps.

"I owe you..."

The Outlaw climbs the steel mesh of the cell and then flies down onto Issac with an elbow drop. Greyson locks Issac into a rear naked choke, then raises the No Limits Title.

"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?"

Steve O’Reily lifts Hannah Perez up over his shoulders, and then Trent Logan wraps her in bubble-wrap

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

Murdock and O’Reily bust open a door with a side-by-side kick. Hector Rodriguez throws talcum powder into the eyes of Ben Murdock. Diego gets his head dunked into the public toilet.

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

Ben Murdock has his head smashed into the headlight of a car by Hector Rodriguez, who is then swung up off his feet and sidewalk-slammed onto the concrete.

"... and I love you"

Shining Wizard kick by Diego, who is then flipped upside-down and thrown to the ground with an AwesomeBomb. Domination lift the World Tag Titles, Trent Logan standing nearby.

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

Gryffin Anselm and John Thomas double-team Crazy Boy with various moves.

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

Crazy Boy with the Crazy Airlines – Destination: Samoa on John Thomas, hitting Gryffin Anselm with John’s feet. John Thomas with a hammerlock DDT on Stephen Rawlings.

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

Rocky Stellar throws John Thomas into the steel guardrail. Rocky Stellar with a huge STELLAR-Line on Gryffin Anselm. Crazy Boy and Rocky Stellar double-teaming Gryffin Anselm. Jake Dominion with a chop block on Rocky Stellar. Stephen Rawlings with a hurricanrana on Rocky Stellar.

"Take me, take me to the riot"

LOCapitator on Jake Dominion. Devastation with a crossface submission on Gryffin Anselm. Both Diabolik members react to their eliminations, Gryffin looking angry and disappointed, Jake Dominion looking enraged. Crash comes to the ring with Jake Dominion following him. Crash drills Crazy Boy with brass knuckles while Jake distracts the referee.

"Take me. Take me. to the riot"

Loco Martinez with a headbutt to the groin of Crash, followed up with some hand-sanitizer on his own forehead. Greg Allocca with a double-faceslam. Cronos Diamante with a couple kicks on Stephen Rawlings. A dragon-screw legwhip by Rawlings to take Cronos to the mat.

"Take me. Take me. to the riot"

Quick flashes of action: Jake Dominion with the Ice Breaker on John Iley on the Entrance Stage. EMTs and X-Calibur huddle over Iley. Ron Bailey sets up for The Sure Thing. Justin Moreno with a crucifix pinfall on Bailey. Devastation with the Decapitator on Stephen Rawlings. X-Calibur shoves Stephen Rawlings underneath the bottom rope with his feet. X-Terminator on Cronos Diamante. Devastation argues with the referees. Loco Martinez and John Thomas double-team Justin Moreno. John Thomas with the Sick Falling Neckbreaker on Loco Martinez.

"And let me stay..."

John Thomas wrenches Justin Moreno into the Crossface Chicken Wing. JT goes for the New School, but X-Calibur hits an unbelievable X-Terminator. Moreno and X-Calibur work together, trapping Greg Allocca in a dual submission move.

"And let me stay..."

Justin Moreno comes flying off the top rope towards Crash, but gets nailed in the forehead. X-Calibur locks the LEGENDARY PAIN submission move on Justin Moreno, who is out cold.

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

X-Calibur goes to lock the LEGENDARY PAIN on Crash but gets hit in the head with brass knucks instead. A bloody X-Calibur refuses to get up, crawling on the mat. Crash nailing the Aero Zeppelin Driver on X-Calibur. 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 fades away to the opening shot the gray gloomy overcast sky.

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

Alan Ducard: Good evening everyone and welcome to tonight's presentation of STRIFE 37. My name is Alan Ducard, and I'm joined by my broadcast partners Jimmy Yates and Bryan Harris. This... is LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: We've got seven matches here tonight, including two triple threat matches, one of them for the Tao of Valor Championship.

Bryan Harris: In addition to that, we've got plenty of fallout from the GLIMMER OF HOPE pay per view event which happened just a couple weeks ago.

Alan Ducard: With plenty of things to get to, let's not make haste any longer, let's get down to the show.

The lights in the arena go out and stay out for about 5 seconds, but then the into to Linkin Park's "Points of Authority" begins to play.

"Forfeit the game, before somebody takes you out of the frame. Put your name to shame, cover up your face. You can't run the race, the pace is too fast, you just won't last"

Jimmy Yates: Great... What a way to kick off the show.

The lights then turn back on and Pyrotechnics blast off at the entrance ramp.

"Wont last, wont last, wont last, wont last, wont last, wont last, wont last, wont last,
wont last, wont last, wont last, wont last, wont last"

When the Pyrotechnics stop Stephen Rawlings is standing there hands at his waist, and sunglasses on. He has a huge smirk on his face and the Tao of Valor Belt around his waist. He is wearing a black T-shirt that says "Stephen Rawlings" on the front, and as he begins to strut to the ring you can see that the back of his shirt says " Tao of Intellegence; Tao of Valor; Tao of perfection!"

Bryan Harris: Ha ha! Gotta love that shirt!

Jimmy Yates: Actually... no, not at all.

The crowd is showering him with boos by the time he makes it to the ring. He flips over the top rope and gestures for the audience to cheer his move, but the boos just get louder. He then snatches the mic from the ring announcer, and stands there waiting for the crowd to get tired of booing. Once that tactic fails, he decides to speak up.

Stephen Rawlings: Go ahead and keep booing. It's your loss when someone comes up to you and is like "Wow... You went to a Legacy Strife? Did you see anything legendary happen?" And you won't be able to look them in the eyes, and then the lies will start to pour out of your pathetic mouths, because in truth... You did see something legendary. You saw the Greatest Wrestler in the World... Hell, in the History of the World come out and spill his deepest inner thoughts with all of his fans, and you disrespected him by booing. But of course you will feel too ashamed of what you did, so all that will ACTUALLY come out of your mouth is "Naw... Show was kinda lame."

The boos get louder.

Stephen Rawlings: Fine... Two can play that game. Guys, make my mic as loud as it can go! Test test..

Suddenly the mic volume is really high, and the speakers are booming.

Stephen Rawlings: Now that my fans can actually hear me, I have some thing I need to discuss... And that thing is X-Calibur.... Lots of people keep sending me fan mail asking me why I'm not more upset about losing to X. And the answer to that question is rather simple. I don't need to prove myself in the ring anymore. Unless its in a match for the World title, and I'm about to become the Ultimate Grand Champion, I have nothing else to prove talent wise. I've done it all. But you know my motto. "Anything that isn't perfect is stupid, and frankly... useless." And I realized when I Loco stole the world title from me, that I needed to be better... I wasn't perfect. Loco used his head, and tricked me, and became a champion because of it. Well... I wanted to prove to everyone backstage, and everyone out there... Even though some of you are booing...

The boos get louder.

Stephen Rawlings: That not only was I better fit then everyone, not only was I better looking then everyone, and not only was I a better wrestler than everyone... But that I was smarter than everyone.

A large smirk creeps across his face.

Stephen Rawlings: And it worked.... I wrestled X-Calibur... and I kept my belt! My precious golden friend around my waist. So in reality... I didn't lose to X-Calibur... I beat him in the mind... And that’s all that’s important to me right now. One step closer to proving how goddamn smart I really am!

Just when you thought it couldn't get much worse, the fans booing picks up even more as the opening notes to Slayer's "Here Comes The Pain" begins.

Jimmy Yates: Oh God, here we go now.

Bryan Harris: The best in the business right now.

As the music picks up some momentum, out through the curtain walks "Th All Star" James Win. Then Big Lou. Than Crash. Than Giovanni, and finally, Tino. Tino, James Win and Giovanni form a protective triangle around Crash and Big Lou as the Diabolik members slowly strut to the ring. Crash carries the LEGACY World Title over his shoulder. He's dressed in a sleeveless black Diabolik t-shirt, black jeans, black Oakley sun glasses, & black Timberland boots. He tries to stop himself from laughing, knowing he survived when everyone hoped he'd lose his belt. He laughs also, as he sees Stephen Rawlings in the ring, holding the Tao of Valor belt. The Diabolik members continue their slow, deliberate strut up the steps into the ring. They all stand to one of the ring, across from Rawlings. Crash stands in the middle. Giovanni holds the microphone as Crash speaks, holding onto his World's Championship.

Crash: I gotta say right here and right now man, you’re the most pathetic excuse for a wrestler that I've seen, this side of Justin Moreno or Crazy Boy.

The crowd boo's. Rawlings doesn't like the comment either.

Crash: You were in the Co-Op challenge for my belt, a belt that you once held, and you’re proud of the fact that you lost and still kept that thing?!?

Crash points at the Tao of Valor title. He laughs, than pats the big gold belt over his shoulder. Rawlings doesn't flinch.

Crash: As I said, you’re pathetic.

Crash turns his back on Rawlings. The All Star just smirks and shakes his head at Rawlings. Crash continues.

Crash: I, on the other hand am not pathetic. I beat the odds and kept MY World Championship belt, and I did so without a single Diabolik member in the match. I survived against nine other wrestlers and you can bet damn well I'm gonna brag about it! Who really had a chance? And now that I've beaten damn near everyone in the top 10, who can even challenge me?

More booing ensues with Crash's cockiness.

Crash: Think about it... Jake got suspended for what he did to Iley. Gryffin is MIA, none of us have seen him since the pay-per-view. The deck was stacked against me and I came through. I came through because I'm the best in this business and no one in LEGACY, can even walk in my shoes.

“Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers and X-Calibur briskly rips away the curtains. Wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts, tan and white K-Swiss shoes, and a brand new shirt that reads, “Pain is temporary...”, on the front with a solid white shadow of someone performing either a Texas Cloverleaf or Sharpshooter on someone in the background, and, “...legend is forever.”, on the back with a solid BLACK shadow of someone raising their hands high in the air with a title belt in their grasp on the background.

The crowd stand on their feet for the 2008 Hawkins Memorial Winner, and X-Calibur barely recognizes them before hoisting up a microphone he brought with him from the backstage area.

X-Calibur: As much as I love that song, cut it.

The music stops immediately and X-Calibur continues.

X-Calibur: No one can walk in your shoes, huh Crash? That’s why I’ve had you beat every time we’ve faced each other in the ring, right?

X pauses for a second before continuing, trying to speak above some of the various loud “X-Cal!” chants that have dispersed.

X-Calibur: Know what? You’re a lucky son of a bitch, I’ll give you that. You’ve managed to escape a beat down every time I’ve gone up against you in a LEGACY ring. But lets not misconstrue the reality here, man. Every time we’ve fought, it was outside circumstances that brought the end to the match... not you.

The crowd cheers for this and Crash scoffs with a big smirk.

X-Calibur: I’ll come back to you later though. There’s another asshole in that ring I want to address first.

X pauses and smirks in the direction of Stephen Rawlings.

X-Calibur: You know what Rawlings? I’m happy you managed to find a way to actually make getting spiked on your neck... TWICE... seem like a “victory”. Really, if it helps you sleep better at night to tell everyone that you “found a way to successfully defend the title” rather than, “I’m lucky that X wasn’t aware of the match stipulation and DAMN lucky he didn’t make me tap out like the bitch everyone knows I am... then hell, go ahead and say that sh**.

X pauses for a second and looks around at the audience before continuing.

X-Calibur: But lets not fabricate things any longer, dickwad. I signed what I THOUGHT to be an endorsement deal with some company that represents an energy drink. Now, I’m sure that there are some laws out there that protect someone like me from reaping the residual effects of signing a falsely presented document such as that from a snake oil f***ing shyster like you.... and I’m sure with a little time and research I could have that title back... (snaps fingers)... JUST... (snaps again)... LIKE... (snaps once more)... THAT. But you know what, Rawlings? Chances are, by the time I’m able to get back what should be rightfully mine, you won’t even be Tao of valor Champion anymore.

Rawlings’ eyes go wide with everything X-Calibur just said, and the fans pop loudly.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Rawlings just realized that X-Calibur isn’t as dumb as he initially thought!

Rawlings paces back and forth for a second, mulling over what was just said. Few moments later, Rawlings turns towards X and speaks.

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah, smart guy?! Why is that?! Huh?! You gonna be out of t-

X-Calibur: SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!

The fans go absolutely insane and laugh at the Tao of Valor Champion as X-Calibur’s booming yelling voice cuts off Rawlings. Rawlings starts pacing again for a few seconds before kicking the bottom rope out of sheer frustration.

X-Calibur: I’m not coming after your paranoid ass... so you can stop looking in broom closets and stop checking underneath bathroom stalls and stop trying to hire protection. I heard the APA disbanded YEARS ago anyway...

The crowd laughs hysterically at the APA reference.

X-Calibur: The reason WHY I’m not coming after you is simple: there’s a man that I know back in that locker room who might want that title even more than I do. A man that has already HELD that very title you take for granted, and a man that was never properly given a rematch for it. A man that-

Before X-Calibur can even continue, the fans all break out into “J-Mo! J-Mo! J-Mo!” chants.

X-Calibur: F*** it!! You know who I’m talking about!! And guess what, Rawlings?! A road agent backstage told me that the front office is going to be booking him to face at SuperCard STRIFE 38 two weeks from now!!

Almost as if on cue, "The Key To Gramercy Park" by Deadsy hits the speakers and Justin Moreno appears from behind the curtains with a big smile on his face. The fans continue to go wild with chants and as he and X-Calibur share a look of mutual intensity for a moment. After the chanting subsides a little bit, X-Calibur continues.

X-Calibur: Alright, alright, cut the music so I can get on with things…

J-Mo’s music fades under, and X-Calibur has to wait another couple seconds for the “J-Mo!” chants to stop.

X-Calibur: So that brings me to you, Crash. Particularly... me... VERSUS... you. For the title...

X narrows his eyes at Crash, and Crash returns the favor.

X-Calibur: You know it’s going to happen, Crash. You’ve known it since the moment you and Jake screwed Loco out of that World Championship. You knew that I was coming for you, no matter what, and that I would stop at NOTHING to take you down. You knew that no amount of cheap parlor tricks or dickbaggery was going to keep me away claiming the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP.

At that moment Black Sabbath’s Iron Man blasts through the building as the attention of the capacity crowd is drawn once more to the entrance of the arena. Devastation walks out from behind the curtain wearing a pair of faded loose fitting jeans, black and white Chuck Taylor shoes, and a black polo shirt. He holds a microphone in his right hand and after he stops just a few feet away from the entrance to the arena, he raises it to his mouth and speaks.

Devastation: You know I hear everyone out here talking about what they want, trying to lay claim to getting their shot... Well a lot of people seem to be forgetting about me. That world championship was mine and unfairly taken away from me. I never lost it. I was screwed out of it on our very first show and yet I’ve never had a rematch for it. Well it’s time for me to get my belt back.

The crowd roars at that while Devastation stops for just a moment. The microphone comes down from his mouth ever so briefly as he takes in the crowd. Then just as quickly, he raises it back to his mouth and continues.

Devastation: I was never pinned or made to submit in the co-op challenge. I only lost on a technicality. I was eliminated by a rule and not a person. Now, I don’t care how it happens and I don’t care who I have to beat, but I want a shot at that world title.

Crash shakes his head, annoyed with both Devastation and X-Calibur's claims thatthey deserve the next shot.

Crash: Hold up. Both of you. Who do you think you are, coming out here and interrupting me, saying you want a match with the champ? I defended my belt in a tournament against guys that I was TOLD to defend against. I defended my belt in a Co-Op catastrophe that I was TOLD to defend against. I'm not being told anymore who I'm defending my belt against.

Crash pauses a moment and looks at both men up on the ramp.

Crash: At the SuperCard, we pick my opponent. And we've given this alot of thought as to who it should be. This douche bag has been a bigger pain in the ass to us, than either of you. His name is...

The crowd gets silent with anticipation, wondering who it could be.

Crash: …Cronos Diamante.

The crowd pops.

Crash: Cronos has been pretty vocal about wanting to take us down. I've heard the tough talk. It's time to back it up.

Crash continues his glare at Devastation and X-Calibur.

Crash: So both of you can go bitch to Cartwright, Savage or Belote, but at the SuperCard, I will defend my belt against Cronos Diamante and there is nothing anyone can do!

With a microphone in hand, Smith Cartwright steps through the curtain and immediately all eyes are on him. Stepping to the edge of the entrance ramp, Smith doesn’t look at Moreno or X-Calibur or Devastation or even Crash. Looking out on the fans, Smith addresses them.

Smith Cartwright: So here’s what’s going to happen, folks. The front office decided that after what Crash has gone through since winning that belt, he deserves to be able to pick his opponent for the SuperCard… and he wants to fight Cronos Diamante?

Smith shrugs.

Smith Cartwright: Heck, maybe we finally get to find out whether he’s a member of The Diabolik or not. Two weeks from now, that match will take place.

Smith turns and looks at Justin Moreno.

Smith Cartwright: Justin, you didn’t get a rematch for the Tao of Valor Championship after losing it to Ron Bailey back at FORGED BY FIRE… so just like X-Calibur just said, you’ll GET your chance at getting your belt back two weeks from now against Stephen Rawlings or Katsuro Yoshida or Marcus Mirage, whoever’s holding the belt after tonight!

The fans cheer when they find out that J-Mo will be getting his shot. Then Smith looks at Devastation, then over at X-Calibur.

Smith Cartwright: You both want a shot at that belt, and as far as I’m concerned, you both have a legitimate claim to fight for it… so at SuperCard STRIFE 38, you two will face off against one another, with the winner going on to our next pay per view to get a title shot against whoever leaves the SuperCard with the LEGACY World Title!

The fans pop, obviously glad about what they just heard. Wanting to get something off his mind, X-Calibur steps up and raises his microphone.

X-Calibur: Listen, Smith. I know that Jake Dominion got suspended and everything... but there’s something I want if I can’t have that asshole in the ring there. No, not Rawlings... Crash.

X puts his hands up as if he’s admitting guilt.

X-Calibur: I know, I should’ve been clearer with two assholes present. My bad.

The crowd chuckles at this, and X continues.

X-Calibur: I want Jake Dominion. In a match. And before you even ask why... it’s because he’s just like that asshole in the ring there.... NO, not Rawlings...

X smacks himself on the head realizing his mistake again and the crowd laughs.

X-Calibur: ... he’s turned into a big, stinking, lazy piece of sh** who decided it’s better to sell out than man up. I realize that I might’ve tiptoed around Jake’s decision within recent weeks and haven’t really given anybody an idea of my opinion about it and that’s because I wasn’t sure exactly how I wanted to approach him about it. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to politely call him and ask him “What’s up?”, poke him on the shoulders and ask him “Why?”, or just drill him into the mat with a f***in’ X-Terminator and be on my way.

Smith Cartwright nods in understanding, as some “Jay-Dee-Sucks! Jay-Dee-Sucks!” chants break out into portions of the crowd, while “X-Cal! X-Cal!” fill the other portions.

X-Calibur: After what I saw him do to John Iley at Glimmer of Hope? I made my f***ing decision, Smith... and one way or another, I want to teach that bitch a lesson he’ll NEVER forget!!

Smith Cartwright: Well I really like the idea of seeing X-Calibur take on Devastation at the SuperCard with the Number One Contender status on the line… and from the sound of it, the fans like that idea too…

Reiterating their approval, the fans begin cheering again.

Smith Cartwright: But I’d be inclined to make that match a three-way match by adding Jake Dominion in there, especially since The Diabolik don’t seem to mind fighting one another…

Smith Cartwright turns to Devastation, standing not to far from him at the entrance to the arena.

Smith Cartwright: How does that sound to you Devastation?

Devastation looks at Smith Cartwright for a moment and then raises his own microphone.

Devastation: That’s just fine with me, whatever gets me closer to getting a shot at the world championship that was taken from me. All I know is; I want my belt back.

Smith Cartwright: Well there you have it, folks, three BIG matches set in place for the SuperCard, and I’m sure by the time tonight is over we’ll have at least a couple more!

The fans cheer again, and Smith Cartwright turns around and heads on backstage.

Alan Ducard: After hearing from the World Champion, the Tao of Valor Champion, a couple of challengers to those belts and the front office, the fans were more than ready to get down to action, and in true LEGACY form, the opening match of tonight’s STRIFE broadcast was a good one.

Jimmy Yates: With Kevin Oppenheimer and Adam Davis, you’ve got two very athletic individuals, both of whom know how to get it done in the ring with strong wrestling technique, so going into this match you knew you weren’t going to just see another slug-fest.

Bryan Harris: Not to knock slug-fests because as we will see later tonight, those are fun in their own right, but neither Kevin Oppenheimer nor “Iceman” Adam Davis are looking to be part of the No Limits Division, and they’re both looking to score a victory here tonight to help push their cause in a quest for championship gold.

Alan Ducard: The last time these two were in the ring, they experienced vastly different outcomes. Adam Davis, who had been at odds with Derek Shane for the past couple months, finally got a big victory over his adversary at GLIMMER OF HOPE in a strap match.

Jimmy Yates: Kevin Oppenheimer wasn’t as fortunate, however, as he and Katsuro Yoshida lost their match to the Unholy Alliance, with Chris Turner and Damien Black taking the Number One Contenders spot to the World Tag Team Titles from the Worldwide Bushido Buntai in the process.

Bryan Harris: No real personal animosity behind this match, it was a relatively fast-paced, hard-hitting match nevertheless, so let’s get to the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

With one arm around Kevin’s head and the other hooked on his waistband, Adam Davis slings his opponent up and over his head and dives backwards, sending him to the mat with a jumping snap suplex. Both men work to get to their feet as quickly as possible, but having connected with the suplex, The Iceman is the first of the duo to his feet and he throws a right hand. Kevin is able to block the punch, twisting around and capturing Davis’ arm in the process, and Adam throws another one, which is also blocked and wrapped up. Stepping in, Kevin connects with a headbutt to the face of his opponent.

Jimmy Yates: Not enough force behind that headbutt to take him down, Adam Davis looks a bit dazed, but he stays on his feet.

Alan Ducard: Oppenheimer turns around and charges towards the ropes, let’s see what he has in mind to follow up with…

Charging back in, Kevin goes for a thrust kick, but Davis sidesteps the attempt and throws his arm underneath Oppenheimer’s leg. Getting him into position for a capture suplex, Davis lifts Kevin up off the mat but instead of throwing him backwards, Adam slams Oppenheimer’s back down onto his knee, then pushes backwards and tosses Kevin over his head with a fallaway slam.

Bryan Harris: Creative move there by The Iceman, using not only a capture backbreaker, but then following it up directly with some sort of fallaway slam! I’m impressed! I think all that time of seeing him go toe to toe with Derek Shane kept me from truly appreciating Adam Davis as much as I should be.

Davis grabs Kevin by the head and lifts him up to his feet. Maintaining his grasp, Davis runs to the ropes, hops up onto the second turnbuckle and spins around, throwing his knee into Kevin’s face, and then he pulls him towards the center of the ring and connects with a facebuster onto his knee.

Alan Ducard: Another crafty combination by Adam Davis, and he doesn’t look to be done yet. He lifts Kevin up off the mat… Oppenheimer battles through and connects with a shoulder thrust into the gut of Davis!

Jimmy Yates: Kevin keeps his legs moving and his shoulder in Davis’ gut, and he drives him backwards into the corner, slamming him hard into the turnbuckles!

Taking him by the wrist, Kevin throws Adam Davis across the ring into the opposite corner with an irish whip, charging in a few steps behind him. Just before he gets to the corner, Davis hops up onto the middle turnbuckle and flings himself backwards, going for a Pele kick. Spotting it just in time, Kevin just barely dodges to the side and avoids it. Adam’s feet hit the mat and he takes a step forward to keep from falling, but in the moment he steadies himself, The Iceman gets drilled on top of his head with a standing bionic elbow smash from Oppenheimer that drops him down to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: There’s The Legend of Guy Fawkes from Kevin Oppenheimer!!

Bryan Harris: Who? You mean the guy from V for Vendetta? That was a hell of a good movie…

Alan Ducard: Actually that movie wasn’t ABOUT Guy Fawkes, but… nevermind.

A soccer kick to the ribs from Kevin sends Adam over onto his back. Oppenheimer reaches down and grabs Davis’ wrists and pulls up on his arms. Lifting his leg, Kevin tries to get in position to stomp down onto his opponent’s chest, but Adam spots the attempt and puts his forearms in the way, trying to block it, and at the same time he lifts his leg up and wraps it around Kevin’s outstretched leg. Keeping Oppenheimer off balance, Davis pushes out with his leg, sending Kevin down to the mat.

Alan Ducard: Kevin Oppenheimer goes for that Beefeater stomp, but Davis had it scouted and he was able to turn things around back into his favor… and here he goes, trying to follow it up with something else.

Twisting his legs around and getting up to his feet, Adam Davis grabs Kevin’s leg in the process, spins him over onto his stomach and pulls back into a single leg Boston Crab, pulling way up into an elevated position and then he puts his shin down onto the back of Oppenheimer’s neck.

Bryan Harris: Boy things get turned around in a jiffy sometimes, don’t they? One second it looked like Davis was going to have his chest kicked in, and now he’s got that Grave Pain submission of his all locked in and Kevin’s the one begging for mercy!

Jimmy Yates: He certainly does want to get out of the hold, and it looks like he might be able to reach the ropes if he can keep repositioning himself…

Alan Ducard: Oppy gets his arm underneath himself… he gets more of a push off the mat… AND HE REACHES THE ROPES!

Referee Don Bower tells Adam Davis to break up the hold, but when The Iceman ignores him, Don begins to make his count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Davis finally lets go of Kevin’s leg and then stands up. Don Bower calmly lets Adam Davis know that he was close to getting disqualified, but Adam doesn’t pay any attention to him. Taking Kevin by the arm, Davis helps him up off the mat, only to hammer down into his back with an axehandle smash, dropping Oppenheimer back down to a knee. Kevin comes roaring back, though, and sends a European Uppercut up into Davis’ chin. The unexpected impact catches Adam off guard and backs him up a few steps into the corner.

Taking a couple steps forward out of the corner, Adam Davis is immediately sent back into the corner as Kevin dives in with another European Uppercut. Putting his feet underneath him, Oppenheimer turns around and runs to the other corner, hopping up and putting one foot onto the second turnbuckle, he then twists around and uses his momentum to run as fast as he can to the other side of the ring where he BURIES his shoulder into Davis’ gut, doubling him over.

Jimmy Yates: Kevin Oppenheimer with a huge surge of energy, and I think he has this thing all turned around in his favor!!

Bryan Harris: Wait, what’s this idiot doing?!

Standing up straight and tall, Kevin Oppenheimer salutes the crowd.

Kevin Oppenheimer: GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!!

Grabbing Adam by the head, Kevin pulls him out of the corner and hooks his arm around Davis’ head. As he starts to lift up for a suplex, Kevin’s attempt is blocked by Davis, but then Oppy slams his knee into Adam’s gut. His second try gets Davis up off the mat, but before he can get totally vertical, Adam shoves his feet into the turnbuckles and springs off, flipping up and over Kevin and landing on his feet. Pivoting around as quickly as possible, Davis immediately drills Kevin in the gut with a back elbow smash. Adam quickly hoists Kevin up onto his shoulder into the fireman’s carry position, takes two steps towards the center of the ring and then throws Oppenheimer’s legs backwards and leaps forward with a falling neckbreaker.

Alan Ducard: There’s the Cold Shoulder from Adam Davis!

Bryan Harris: THAT’S IT, HE’S DONE!!

Instead of immediately going for the pinfall, Adam gets to his knees and takes one hand and brushes off his shoulder where Kevin’s head was during the move, then spins around and leans back, throwing his arm across Kevin’s chest for the pinfall attempt as referee Don Bower makes the count.

One…

TWO…

THREE!

The bell sounds and a smirk shows up on Adam’s face as he gets up to his feet and waits for Don Bower to raise his hand.

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match as a result of a pinfall… “Iceman”… Adam… DAVIS!!!

Bryan Harris: A fine victory in tonight's opener by Adam Davis, and I like the swagger he showed there at the end of the match... This is more like the Adam Davis who I saw tapes of from before he showed up in LEGACY.

Alan Ducard: He certainly showed a bit of arrogance with the taunt after he hit the Cold Shoulder, and he certainly took a risk of not getting the three-count.

Jimmy Yates: I guess on some level it doesn’t matter tonight, because he did pick up the win. I would imagine that in the future, he might not want to take as much time before getting the win. There's plenty of time after a victory to brush off your shoulder.

Bryan Harris: Tell you what, Jimbo, as soon as Adam Davis fails to pick up a victory after brushing off his shoulder, then you can criticize him for it.

As the scene opens we see Crazy Boy. He is in his ring attire. Camo pants and a pair of black converse shoes. As Tyrone is about to turn the corner he hears a familiar voice.

Eli Storm: Well, well...look who we have here.

Crazy Boy looks up and in the corner of his eye; he can see his new arch nemesis, Eli Storm. Tyrone shakes his head and turns around to Eli, a slight smile appearing on his face.

Crazy Boy: Eli. Come out here to see my face one last time before I beat yours into a bloody pulp?

Storm: Heh, no... I want to see what Blade sees in you... before I rip it out and hand it to one of the fans.

That stirs up Crazy Boy up a little bit as he steps back a little bit and frowns, sighing a little and rubs his head a little bit.

CB: Leave Greyson out of this. I know that you do not like him at all, but he doesn't concern you right now. Your concern is me. If you want to get to Blade, you have to get through me, and tonight you’re going to find out that task is easier said than done, Eli.

Eli laughs for a moment.

Storm: You know Blade said the same thing before I put him down for the three count. I guess that is going to be one more thing that you two will have in common. But you're right it isn't about Blade. You know... Rob told me I can no longer attack guys outside of the ring or I would get fined. Thankfully, I have a nice blank check and an urge to see how tough you really are.

Tyrone shrugs his shoulders and his smile creeps back, as he just stares at Eli.

CB: You should know how tough I really am. The past few shows before Glimmer of Hope, you had to go behind me and attack me when you were trying to get to Blade. I was down, but not out, and yes... I admit that you did win a tag team match against me and Blade. But during that match, I put you in a world of hurt. Then the Co-Op Challenge, despite the odds being against me, I lasted a pretty hell of a long time in the match, and was only eliminated by cheap antics.

Tyrone smiles again and starts to walk away from Eli, but turns around again.

CB: If you want to see how tough I really am, Eli, all you have to do is go out in that ring tonight, and I will show you. By time the match is over, no one is even going to recognize who you are anymore.

Storm: Good...you keep thinking that, because tonight, Tyrone...there will be no limit to the beating you will receive. But then again...that is the fate of a sidekick.

As Tyrone starts to walk away, one more thing can be heard from him.

CB: I'll show you that I'm a sidekick to no one. I can handle myself just fine.

Storm shakes his head as Crazy Boy continues to walk away down the hall.

Alan Ducard: Our next match is one of LEGACY's famous No Limits division matches, and it pits 3 of the fastest rising superstars in Legacy, one of whom is half of the tag team “Canucking Cowboys”, Allen Franks. The other two, Eli Storm and Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith, have been trying to find their niche here in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: For most of the beginning part of the match, Storm and Crazy Boy actually worked together to try to get rid of Allen Franks, hoping that the match could come down to something of a one-on-one encounter, as they have had a mini rivalry as of late.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, a rivalry which Storm has had the advantage over the Crazy Boy in, might I add. He has cut Tyrone's arm open, knocked out Crazy Boy’s mentor, and won in a tag team match against the duo.

Jimmy Yates: Finally! Bryan Harris has made a good point about something. I'm.. speechless.

Bryan Harris: Hey, don't be jealous just because I'm have loads more commentary skills than you two combined.

Alan Ducard: Alright, you two, let’s calm down now. Let's just get to the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

Tyrone and Eli work together and double Irish whip Allen Franks into the ropes and on the return lift him off the mat and connect with a double flapjack. Crazy Boy nods at Eli Storm as they pick Franks up and throw him out of the ring. Franks hits the floor with a thud as Storm and Crazy Boy turn to each other. Tyrone starts to throw some punches at Eli as Storm goes defensive and kicks Tyrone in the gut. Crazy Boy doubles over and Eli bounces over into the ropes and on the return connects with a face plant, sending Tyrone to the mat. Storm jeers at the crowd as he climbs under the ropes and grabs a ladder from under the ring. He slowly climbs back into the ring, ladder in tow, evil intentions on his face.

Bryan Harris: Come on Eli. Show that "Crazy Boy" what you are made of!

Alan Ducard: That ladder does not bode well for Tyrone.

Jimmy Yates: Look over there, Allen is starting to stir.

Indeeed, he is as Allen Franks is slow to get up to his feet as Eli Storm towers menicingly over the body of Tyrone Smith. Crazy Boy looks up and sees Storm bringing the ladder down to the mat, but Crazy Boy moves out of the way and the ladder hits canvas. Eli growls and he tries to bring the ladder down again, Tyrone gets up like lightning and dropkicks Storm in the shin, causing Storm to lose control of the ladder and come crashing down on top of him. As Tyrone feeds off the crowd, he turns around and gets a MASSIVE clothesline from Allen Franks.

Alan Ducard: That clothesline almost beheaded Tyrone. He isn't moving at all!

Jimmy Yates: Look at Allen Franks gaining a little confidence.

Bryan Harris: As long as Tyrone doesn't win this match, I'll be happy.

Allen Franks picks up the ladder and sets it upright in the middle of the ring. Allen looks up at the top of the ladder and shakes his head, picking up Eli Storm. Before he can do anything, Storm pokes Franks in the eye. The crowd eminates boos as Storm staggers about a little bit and hits a DDT on Franks. Storm climbs back out of the ring by going under the ropes, and once on the outside it doesn’t take long before Eli grabs a steel chair that is right next to the announcers table. He closes it up and climbs back in the ring, then waits for the first person to get up off of his feet, which happens to be Tyrone Smith. As soon as Crazy Boy gets up from the mat, the cold steel meets the head of Crazy Boy with a sickening CRACK! Tyrone falls face first to the mat as Eli covers up Crazy Boy for a pin.

One.

Two.

Allen Franks breaks it up with a kick to the chest of Eli Storm. Storm rolls to the outside of the ring under his own power to put some space between him and Franks, and then Allen grabs the ladder and places it in the corner. The Montreal Kid picks Crazy Boy up and whips him into the corner with the ladder. Tyrone hits the ladder with a sickening thud. Franks rushes in and tries for a splash.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy moves out of the way and Allen Franks is meet with nothing but pure steel!

Jimmy Yates: Crazy Boy must be lucky, the impact of that whip made him slide down the ladder as Franks was rushing in.

Bryan Harris: Hold on we got movement on the outside.

Storm shakes the cobwebs out and slides into the ring. He grabs the chair and sets it up in the middle of the ring. He turns around and waits for Crazy Boy to pull himself up. Crazy Boy is up...he slowly turn around. Storm tries to nail a Yakuza kick, but Tyrone ducks and kicks Storm in the midsection.

Crowd: CHAIR, CHAIR, CHAIR!!!

Tyrone hooks Storm up for a suplex. But before he can do anything, he can feel arms wrap around his waist.

Jimmy Yates: And Franks is back!!!!

Allen lifts with all his might, Belly to Back Suplexing Crazy Boy onto his neck, causing Storm to get Suplexed right onto the steer chair.

Alan Ducard: Storm's back is done...did you see that impact?

Bryan Harris: The Incredible One looks to be in Incredible Pain.

Franks gets up and drives a knee right into Crazy Boy's forehead, before floating over to Storm for the pin.

One

Two

Storm is barely able to lift a arm to stop the count. Frank slaps the mat with anger and lifts Storm up. Franks nails a brutal looking DDT. Allen walks over to the corner where the ladder is set up and lays it across the turnbuckle. He also grabs the somewhat bent chair and sets it up as well as he can in front of the ladder. He drags Storm over to the chair and stands on it. He hooks Storm up as if he is going to suplex him onto the ladder.

Bryan Harris: If he hits this, we can say goodbye to Storm's back

Alan Ducard: He hits this, you can say goodbye to Storm.

Jimmy Yates: Goodbye Storm

Franks lifts Storm, but Storm reaches down and grabs the chair. Storm nails a low blow and quickly kicks the chair out from under Franks. But before Storm can get some air, Crazy Boy rushes at him. Storm quickly ducks and Back Body drops Tyrone. Tyrone, amazingly, lands on the ladder. Tyrone suddenly flips backwards nailing a picture perfect Moonsault DDT.

Alan Ducard: What a move by Crazy Boy!!!

Tyrone looks at Storm and then the ladder. Tyrone grabs the chair and nails Franks in the back a few times before walking over to Storm. Storm is slowly up to a knee when Tyrone cracks him full force on the forehead, splitting him open. Storm crumples back to the mat. Crazyboy drags Storm's body to the turnbuckle and sits him in the corner.

Bryan Harris: Somebody needs to stop this....Franks, get up!!!

Tyrone lays the ladder right on top of Storm. Crazy Boy slides to the outside of the ring. He steadies himself for a moment. Then suddenly he hops up onto the ropes and nails a Springboard Double Legdrop onto the ladder that is on top of Storm. The ladder falls over, with Storm down with it as the chant starts

Crowd: LE-GA-CY! LE-GA-CY! LE-GA-CY!

Crazy Boy grabs the ladder and sets it up in the middle of the ring, looking up and grinning. He starts to climb it and steadies himself at the top of the ladder. He surveys the damage and sees that Franks is getting back up to his feet.

Bryan Harris: What is that maniac thinking! This could be career suicide!

Jimmy Yates: I concur. This could get quite messy for someone out here.

Alan Ducard: He's surveying Allen Franks!

Allen Franks stumbles to his feet as Crazy Boy takes flight with a CRAZY DROP off the top of the ladder! Only problem is is that Franks had a chair in his hand and takes a step back and crack CB with the chair in mid flight! Crazy Boy falls back and hits the ladder, knocking the ladder over and is not moving on the mat. Franks throws the chair down and pins CB.

One.

Two.

Thr- Eli storm barely breaks up the hold.

Jimmy Yates: And Crazy Boy may be out for the rest of this match. He isn't moving at all after that brutal chair shot in mid air.

Bryan Harris: Serves him right. He should be wrestling and not being a damn daredevil.

Alan Ducard: Now Franks and Storm are looking at each other.

Allen Franks and Eli Storm size each other up as they tie up in the middle of the ring. Franks gets the upperhand with a kick to the gut followed by a floating DDT. Franks looks down at the carnage and slides under the ropes and surveys under the ring and pulls out a table! He slides back under the ropes with the table and sets it up in the ring. He picks up Crazy Boy and punches him in the face and lays him on top of the table. Before anything can happen though, Storm comes out of nowhere with a flying forearm to the face of Allen Franks.

Jimmy Yates: Look at him go! Eli Storm is like a ball of fire right now!

Alan Ducard: Allen Franks can't do anything about it. Storm is throwing everything he has!

Bryan Harris: Go, Storm Go!

Storm irish whips Allen Franks and connects with a spinning heel kick to the jaw of Allen Franks. Franks falls to the mat and Storm just shakes his head. He surveys the damage and picks up Franks and irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Storm walks up to Franks and picks him up, in a powerbomb postion and prepares to throw him on the table, where Crazy Boy is lying, but CB is not there! Somehow, Crazy has gotten off the table and is now struggling to pick up both Storm and Franks in a tower of doom position!!! He manages to get it down and falls backwards, both Eli and Franks crashing through the table!!!

Crowd: HO-LY SH*T! HO-LY SH*T! HO-LY SH*T!

None of the 3 guys are moving as the referee starts the dreaded ten count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four

Five. Crazy Boy starts to stir, as does Eli.

Six. Franks starts to stir.

Seven

Eight. Crazy Boy and Eli get to the ropes and slowly hoist themselves up.

Nine. Franks gets to the other rope and hoists himself up before the tenth count.

As all 3 of them stare each other down, Crazy Boy now busted open, Crazy Boy decides to take on Allen Franks and starts to punch him in the face. Franks backs up to the ropes, arms raised in defense as Storm joins the fray by punching Franks in the face himself. As Franks gets double Irish whipped, he gets flap jacked onto the chair that was brought in earlier! Franks is out and before CB can respond, he gets thrown over the ropes by Eli Storm and Storm quickly makes a cover.

One.

Two.

Three!!!

The bell rings as the referee comes and declares Eli Storm the winner.

Josephina Colbert: Your Winner….. ELI STOOOOOOOOOOOOORM!

Bryan Harris: Woohoo! Storm wins just like I said he would.

Alan Ducard: He got some cheap tactics in. He and Tyrone were double teaming Franks and then throws CB out for the quick pinfall. It’s cheap, but smart.

Jimmy Yates: Tyrone has a look of bewilderment on his face on what just happened.

Bryan Harris: Who cares? My main man won!

Alan and Jimmy: …….

Alan Ducard: LEGACY fans have been buzzing in the wake of Co-Op Collision with many long-time LEGACY fans regarding it as perhaps the best pay-per-view event top to bottom in company history. Amazingly though, of the four LEGACY championships, only one of them changed hands at the PPV as Domination defeated El Chupacabra in a Falls Count Anywhere match to officially become the LEGACY World Tag Team Champions for a second time.

Jimmy Yates: Officially is the key term there Alan. El Chupacabra walked out of their match with Domination at Forged by Fire, leaving Domination in with the gold, and they kept the belts in their possession, symbolic of their position as the fan's champions until they could get their rematch. That rematch came at Co-Op Collision and they made the most of it as they became not only champions of the people, but the LEGACY recognized champions of the world.

Bryan Harris: Listen to you Jimbo, just listen to you praising the so-called “accomplishments” of thieves. They stole the gold from El Chupacabra, and they stole that match with their “bubble wrap” antics with Hannah Perez, and I'll tell all of you right now, that they cannot keep stealing wins, and I expect that this second title reign is going to last only slightly longer than the first. I would have even expected them to lose this week if they had a match!

Jimmy Yates: There was no stealing involved with those belts. Domination made it clear that El Chupacabra could come “collect” those belts any time they so chose, and there was nothing cheap about the sacrifice both teams made in the Falls Count Anywhere match, and I think Domination has learned a great deal over the past few months, and I don't think they are ready to give up those belts any time soon.

Alan Ducard: Well, Domination made their first appearance as the two-time Tag Team Champions on Strife, and we have the footage now of what went down.

Start Footage

The ominous opening of Disturbed's “Fear” begins pumping through the public address system and the Sacramento crowd comes alive with the impending arrival of the LEGACY World Tag Team Champions. The LEGACY Vision big screen begins flashing the words “DOMINATION,” “RAGE,” and “VENOM” intermittently with clips of in-ring action from their Ladder match with LIHC, to their matches with The Diabolik and The Canuckin' Cowboys, to their now infamous matches with El Chupacabra. The highlight of VENOM's running toss of Diego from the top of a truck to the pavement gets a big pop from the crowd which is sustained and then grows as the Champions appear at the top of the walkway with Trent Logan at the lead, dressed in his usual black business attire.

Ben 'RAGE' Murdock and Steve “VENOM' O'Reily on the other hand remain more casual with special 2X Domination t-shirts which have the same Domination logo as the previous shirt, but on the back now it reads “2X the Gold – 2X The Dominance”. The gold is strapped around each man's waist, and tonight seems to be a slight departure from the norm. Typically, when Domination is headed to the ring they look primed and ready to rip someone apart, but tonight is a night for celebration. RAGE motions for the crowd to give it up more and more, and they respond with increasing cheers, and even the rather subdued VENOM is smiling as he unstraps his title belt and holds it up for the crowd, drawing another sizable reaction from the crowd. Trent Logan reaches the ring first and steps inside studying the reaction of the Sacramento fans, feeling very pleased by the fans' growing adoration as Domination continues to mature, and after defeating El Chupacabra, it was clear that the Domination-fan relationship had taken a rather large step. Trent is soon joined by the wrestling-portion of the Domination team, and finally, the music stops and the three men are left in the ring with a mic in the hand of Trent Logan who begins to speak against the backdrop of a “DOM-IN-ATION” chant.

Trent Logan: Thank-you, thank-you to the fans for truly making us feel like champions here tonight. This journey started over a year ago at Strife 18 in Savannah, Georgia, and now here it is Strife 37 in Sacramento, California, and Domination has climbed to the top of the mountain once again, and let me say just how damn proud of I am of these two fighters. In short amount time they went from being the green rookies of the locker room, barely getting a second glance from the boys in the back, and for you fans they were simply the generic jacked up team #5 with a mouth piece.

The smile on Trent’s face grows.

Trent Logan: Now they stand before before you battle-tested, overcoming all of the obstacles that slime like The Diabolik and cowards like El Chupacabra put in their path. Now they stand before the world as is not just the LEGACY World Tag Team Champions, but the TWO-TIME, LEGACY World Tag Team Champions, and I guarantee you that this? This is just the beginning.

With a cheer from the crowd, Trent hands the microphone to RAGE who looks over at his partner with smile and a nod, and steps forward to be the focus of the crowd.

RAGE: Trent is right that this is just the beginning. In spite of all of the bullsh*t like Ron Bailey's spiked drinks, and El Chupacabra's attacks on Trent Logan and Hannah's interference in our matches, neither one of those teams could stop us. Week after week we come out here we take some names and kick some ass, and we're going to continue to do that now as the best damn tag team in the world today, The LEGACY World Team Champions. That's what this business is all about, being the best, and being the best means you take on all challengers. We don't care who it is. We don't care if The Diabolik wants another shot. We don't care if El Chupacabra wants another shot. We don't care if it’s someone new like ANARCHY, or even someone from an entirely different organization. We will take on all challenges, and we are ready to bust some heads.

RAGE hands the microphone off to VENOM who steps forward, beaming with pride with the title belt over his shoulder, and he looks at it for a moment, and runs a hand over the gold. The crowd can see how much this means to him, and again a “DOM-IN-ATION” chant goes up, and VENOM finally begins to speak.

VENOM: You know what RAGE? This does feel good. It feels damn good to know that you're the best, and while you mentioned that we will take on all challenges, and you mentioned some obvious competition as well as some other tantalizing possibilities, but it seems to me that after the Pre-Show, that we are going to be dealing with an Unholy Alliance … and tonight I …

Suddenly "Angry Again" By Megadeath blasts throughout the arena and the "Unholy Alliance" Chris Turner and Damien Black, along with Reverend Ezekiel Caine appear on the ramp. The Reverend has a smirk on his face and is holding a microphone as the crowd boo the interruption by the challengers.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Children of the Congregation! I come out here today to-

Chris Turner snatches the mic from the Reverend.

Chris Turner: We don't have time for this bullsh*t, preacher man!

The Reverend glares at Turner, but Turner shakes his head in disgust and then begins to walk down the ramp a little closer to the ring.

Chris Turner: Listen Sh*t face and P*ss head.... Why does everyone have to speak so goddamn much? You’re out here in that ring celebrating your victory like a couple of F*cking P*ssies! Come on! You guys are two time Legacy World Tag Team Champions. ACT like F*cking champions! You should be taped up and in that ring right now for a title defense, not for some stupid bullsh*t no one cares about! We are the next contenders for those belts... Me and that huge monster that is so stupid that he can’t put two words together! BUT he knows how to hurt people ... That is why I picked him for my partner, because like you two have done.... I want to become a two time Tag Team Champion!

A devious grin forms on Turner’s face as he mentions his plan.

Chris Turner: But this time I’m going to do it with a partner who doesn’t have aspirations for any other belts because the only other belt he’d EVER be smart enough to try and go for, he's banned from it like I am. So we worked our butts off to try and put our differences aside ... To become a team ... And now here we are the # 1 contenders, and here you are making the titles worth so much less now than they should be. I can't let happen... If Damien were a bit smarter, he wouldn’t let that happen... We can't continue to let you lower the value of the belt, and so the only I can see fit to take care of that is to take them off of you as quickly as I can! I'm thinking the SuperCard coming up on the next STRIFE will do just fine, and I'm thinking, there won’t be any holding back. It's going to be fun knocking your teeth out and then pinning one of you for the belt. Making you bleed so bad that the hospitals will refuse to give you a transfusion because you'd take up their entire stock of blood.

The grin gets even bigger and more devious.

Chris Turner: Hell in fact... Damien and I will WEAR your blood, and we can play Double Dare, and we'll be called the red team, and you guys will be so brusied up... We'll make you the Blue team! Prepare for a war, because the least likely scenario. Got it f*ckers?

At this point the jeers for Turner had been growing rather steadily, and after his rant questioning both Domination’s toughness and fitness as Champions, the crowd had started an “Asshole” chant at the challengers who doesn’t seem too happy about it, but it brings a smile to the faces of each member of Domination. VENOM still had the mic in his hands, and decides to answer Turner’s statement.

VENOM: You know, Turner, you sit there talking about how “stupid” Damien Black is, but he’s not the one out here right now babbling like a special needs child. Now, even though he’s not the idiot now, he will be the one stepping into the ring with me tonight, and the world will see if he can even come close to his threats from his promo work this week. He said he’s going to beat me to within an inch of my life, well he’s welcome to try here tonight. You see Turner, there is a time for celebration and a time to fight, and we did the celebrating, and now that the demon and clown are here, it’s time to fight. So, if you boys are feeling froggy … jump.

The crowd pops as Trent Logan nods to Ezekiel as Domination closes in on the ropes waiting for the big men to make a move, and finally, Turner looks to make a move to the ring when Damien Black reaches out and grabs him by the shoulder stopping him, and the Reverend grabs the mic back from Turner.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Trent Logan, it seems that these four men, nay, monsters are ready to unleash sheer brutality right here tonight, but as “Steven” just said there is a time and a place for everything, and the time for that brutality is not now, but later inside that ring. Consider this not a show of cowardice or mercy, but rather a stay of execution. Damien deserves to destroy you at full strength, not with excuses. Tonight, is the beginning of the end for you Domination, starting with you Steven – tonight you will be the first to experience Eternal Damnation!

With that Ezekiel turns, taking his monster with him as “Angry Again” rocks the arena and Domination will have to wait just a bit longer to show their metal as champions.

Lucien plods through a dim corridor somewhere backstage, his long black hair obscuring the hideous mask latched around his face. His breathing is ragged and guttural, shooting from the grill of his mask in an almost animalistic way. As Gray turns a corner, he stops in his tracks, crossing his huge arms across his chest and looking down at the man he's been searching for.

"So..we have an arrangement, do we? You help me..I help you..that kind of thing." Lucien's voice comes out in dry rasp, his one good eye glaring down at Mirage.

Smirking, Mirage sarcastically replies, "It's a bit more complicated than that. I'll tell you what, I'll have my lawyers draw up the necessary contracts, you can read em' over and let me..."

Mirage stops talking as he notices Lucien's eye turns to a slit, peering through the mask, unamused by the slick talking Mirage.

"You gotta learn to laugh a little, LG...you gotta be what you gotta be. Let the situation dictate who you are and when. We can't always control our environments, but we sure as hell can control ourselves...like a chameleon, learn to adapt to the situation at hand."

Looking for any sort of reaction, Mirage finally shakes his head...

"Alright, never mind all that stuff, and yea...it's that kind of thing."

Nodding, Mirage holds his hand up, offering it to Lucien. Gray wraps his huge hand around Mirage's hand and pumps it twice, forcefully. While still holding his hand, Lucien leans in close to Mirage's face, his mask inches away from Mirage's nose.

"I look forward to this business venture, Mr. Mirage. I think it'll beneficial for the both of us."

Having said this, Lucien nods his head, a small chuckle escaping his barrel chest as he moves along his way, leaving Mirage to look after him with a cunning smirk on his face.

Alan Ducard: Our next match had an international feel-

Bryan Harris: What? This wasn't an MMA match, Al.

Jimmy Yates: No, you tool, he meant cuz Page is from England and Starr is from Canada.

Bryan Harris: Oh... well... bite me, Yates.

Alan Ducard: GENTLEMEN. If we could please display SOME level of professionalism here? Our next bout matched up two talented men who are both looking to make a statement.

Jimmy Yates: Yes sir, Starr was on the losing end of a tag match on the Glimmer of Hope pre-show, and John Page got a lot of criticism for having his BUTLER fight FOR HIM on the pre-show.

Bryan Harris: Hey, Page just felt the pre-show was beneath him, and so he had his employee do his dirty work. I mean what's the point in having a man-servant if you can't use him in this instance?

Alan Ducard: Well I can assure you all that Page's butler was NOT in action, though he was ring side for this battle. Lets get to the action!

Start : Footage from the Match

Page snaps Starr over with a snapmare take over and then buries a shin between his opponents shoulder blades. He then drops down, putting a knee between the shoulder blades of Starr, grabbing both of Jerry's wrists he pulls back mightily. Starr winces as the pain coarses through his arms and chest.

Alan Ducard: Hard to breath while being stretched like this.

Bryan Harris: Hard to get out of the move with that knee buried into your spine, too!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and its MURDER on your chesticals.

Bryan Harris: You really are an idiot, Yates.

Starr begins to shift his weight left to right, rocking, and rolling... trying to work that knee out of back. After a few quick rocks, he feels Page's knee slip he rolls back and kicks up in a modified bicycle kick as he's pulling Page down, and NAILS it. Page falls slumps to the mat.

Alan Ducard: A kick that would make the UEFA proud!

Bryan Harris: What the hell you talkin' 'bout british?

Alan Ducard: Soccer. I'm making a soccer reference.

Bryan Harris: Well stop it! This is America.

Alan Ducard: *sigh* Starr with the cover.

One...

Two..NO! Page shoulders out. Starr gets up quickly, bringing John up with him. He hits a quick spinning belly to belly suplex, and gets up quickly. He "leaps" to the bottom rope, places his hand over his heart...

Jerry Starr: Oooohhh.... Ca-Na-Da!

Starr jumps from the bottom rope and nails a vicious footstomp to the chest.

Jimmy Yates: Yukon Footstomp!!!

The crowd roars their approval as Starr follows up with a rolling knee drop across Page's chest. Starr smiles as he brings Page up and takes him up and over with a snap suplex. He floats over and makes the cover.

One...

Two...

th-NO! Page shoulders out, but the "Elite One" gets up drags Page up, As soon as Page gets up to his feet he lunges with a thumb poke to the eye. The crowd boos mercilessly, but Page waves at them dismissively. He grabs Starr and runs him at the ropes and then throws him down to the mat, and Jerry's momentum takes under the bottom rope and then falling to the outside with a sickening thud.

Aland Ducard: Dispicable!

Page gets in the face of the referee, which makes the crowd livid. Behind the referee's back John's trusted employee begins laying in stomps to Jerry which only further riles up the crowd.

Jimmy Yates: C'mon Ref. get your head in the game. What do you think this is, the NBA?!

The referee actually turns and sees the assualt going on behind him, and begins admonishing Ethan Jenkins. Page slides out of the ring while this is going on, and Ethan hands Page a water bottle, and a towel. Page takes a huge swig and towels off... but the referee is irate. He makes the overdramatic "YOU'RE OUTTA HERE" ejection sign to Jenkins, and Page is livid. Page gets up on the apron and jaw jacks with the referee, but the referee is having none of it. He calls to the back and three other referees show up to escort Jenkins backstage. The crowd roars their approval.

Bryan Harris: this is BULL! How is Page gonna get his Perrier and his hand towels?

Alan Ducard: He'll have to struggle hard, I suppose. One thing this little incident HAS done? Given Jerry Starr some much needed rest.

Starr is up and sneaks behind Page who continues to tear the ref a "new one". Starr grabs both of Page's ankles and pulls, Page falls bashing his head against the ring apron. Starr then drags Page to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Starr follows.

In the ring Page struggles to his feet, and Starr grabs him and launches back with a side russian leg sweep.

Jimmy Yates: Side Candadian Leg Sweep.

Starr floats over.

One...

Two...

Th-NO! Page shoulders out. Starr gets up and brings Page with him he whips him into the ropes, and levels him with a clothesline. Scoops him up and slams him down with a body slam. He picks Page back up, he drives him into the ropes and buries a knee into the ribs. He jumps to the bottom rope, and pushes himself outwards, with his legs extended straight out and on the way down grabs Page in a front facelock and DDT's him.

Alan Ducard: What an athletic and unique move.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah you could say that... or you could call it the springboard, Yuk-

Bryan Harris: Don't-

Jimmy Yates: KON ... D-

Bryan Harris: I said, STOP!

Jimmy Yates: -DT!

Bryan Harris: God, you have no idea how much I hate you.

Starr makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Thr-NO! Page gets a shoulder up... BARELY!

Starr hops up quickly, smelling blood. He gets Page up, and whips him off the ropes. Goes for a clothesline, Page ducks, bounces off the far ropes and nails a clothesline of his own, sending Starr to the mat. Page leans in to continue the offense, then looks to the outside where his butler WOULD have been, looks back at Starr... and then just waves his hands at his opponent and heads to the ropes. John steps through the ropes and looks back one more time at Starr, who is getting up off the mat, and then Page jumps down from the apron and walks up the ramp, leaving the arena. Starr looks confused as the referee is counting...

3...

Alan Ducard: Where's he going?

4...

5...

Starr paces in the ring waiting for Page to reappear.

6...

7...

Starr looks annoyed and shakes his head in disgust as it becomes apparent that Page isn't returning.

8...

9...

10!

The bell rings and Starr shakes his head again, not wanting to win this way.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner of this match, by countout... "ELITE"... JERRY... SSSTTTTAAAARRRRR!!!!

Alan Ducard: He walks out just when he had the momentum swing in his favor.

Bryan Harris: Clearly, he missed his butler.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah... he missed his butler. THAT's why he ran away from the fight.

Bryan Harris: Hey, don't question the bond between a man and his butler. Its strong. You plebs would have no idea!

Alan Ducard: Whatever the reasoning? Jerry Starr picks up a win against John Page, and while he isn't happy about HOW he won. He did win, and that can count for something!

Limping away after being bandaged up, Allen Franks makes his way back to his locker room, still aching a bit from the No Limits match he competed in tonight. He doesn’t look at anyone as he passes, but the woman considered to be one of the hottest ladies employed by LEGACY approaches him, walking up beside him and getting his attention.

Helena Fitzgerald: So what do you think, maybe the No Limits division isn’t quite for you, huh?

Allen glances up as he continues to limp along.

Allen Franks: Like I said the last time we talked, the tag team division is clearly more my speed.

Helena lifts her shoulders slightly, her shrug showing that she might not totally agree.

Helena Fitzgerald: If you could get out of the tag team mindset, I really think that the skills you have developed could make you prime competition for anyone in the Tao of Valor division.

Voice: I can just imagine a match between Allen Franks and Ron Bailey.

Stopping and looking up, both Allen Franks and Helena Fitzgerald notice Ron Bailey at the same time, leaning up against the wall.

Ron Bailey: So, what, you tryin’ to find a way to play him off of me and then side with the winner? That your plan?

Helena is at a loss for words, but Ron just shakes his head.

Ron Bailey: You came at me a few weeks ago like there was nobody else you would rather escort to the ring and help guide to championship gold… but it turns out you just looked at the Ron-Train as one of your options you could ride to fame and fortune.

He looks her up and down for a moment.

Ron Bailey: While I wouldn’t mind givin’ you a ride at some point, I’m not tryin’ to be another item on some kind of LEGACY buffet for you.

Helena looks almost offended by the comment, but Ron walks off. As Helena turns to look at Allen Franks, The Montreal Kid walks off too, going in a different direction than Bailey.

Alan Ducard: There's still a lot of action on tap for tonight including a triple threat for the Tao of Valor title.

All of a sudden Ducard is cut off by a familiar but somewhat forgotten theme.

Mr. Trouble never hangs around

When he hears this mighty sound...

Jimmy Yates: What the ...

Derek Shane walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing a singlet and a cardboard International Intergender Championship and a microphone in his hand.

Derek Shane: "Here I come to save the day!"

That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way.

Yessir when there is a wrong to right

Mighty Mouse will join the fight

On the sea or on the land

He gets the situation well in hand

So though we are in danger

We never despair

Cause we know that where there's danger

He is there!

He is there!

On the land!

On the sea!

In the air!

We're not worryin' at all

We're just listenin' for his call

"Here I come to save the day!"

That means that Mighty Mouse is on the way!

Derek Shane continues to sing the theme of the popular children's cartoon and finishes up as he climbs into the ring.

Bryan Harris: This is pure genuis.

Alan Ducard: I believe I’ve seen this somewhere before…

Now standing in the middle of the ring, Derek Shane looks out at the crowd, a mic in hand.

Derek Shane: Adam Davis may have picked up a win over Derek Shane at Glimmer of Hope, but he had to use every trick and dirty tactic he could think of to do it, I can't completely hold that against him because it isn't anything I wouldn't have done. I won't let a slight set-back like that stop me in my quest for greatness, my journey to get back what is rightfully mine - the TV title – that journey continues. I will have that gold back around my waist shortly, but for tonight a good friend of mine has given me the honor of defending his championship for him, the International Intergender Championship.

Derek Shane holds the cardboard title high into the air.

Derek Shane: Not only that, but tonight will see the return of the 15 Minutes of Fame, whereby I will let one female member of the audience challenge me for the IIC title.

The crowd boos Shane, though a couple girls shout challenges.

Alan Ducard: I swear I’ve seen this sort of thing somewhere before.

Shane points down at one of the women in the crowd.

Derek Shane: She looks like a feisty challenger, bring her in here.

A security guard walks over to a young women in blue jeans and a tight t shirt that has the Legacy logo on it. She has black hair down to her shoulders and looks to be in her late 20's.

Derek Shane: Standard wrestling rules apply, if you can beat me in less than fifteen minutes you win the International Intergender Championship. To show how much of a nice guy I am, I'll even give you the first shot.

A ref slides into the ring and calls for the bell. Shane puts his hands behind his back and the woman acts like she is going to slap him but slides behind him and rolls him up in a school boy.

One…!

Two!!

Kick out!

Shane gets to his feet visibly upset and takes a swing at the girl, but she ducks and puts him in a full nelson. Shane uses his superior manly strength to break the hold and flips her over his shoulder with a snap mare, but she rolls up behind him with another school boy again.

One…!

Two!!

Kick out!

Shane gets to his feet and takes another swing and when she grabs his arm this time he drives an elbow right into her face busting her nose open and the crowd boos. He then picks the woman up and body slams her to the mat.

Alan Ducard: This is uncalled for.

Bryan Harris: She knew what she was getting into stepping into that ring.

Shane then grabs the woman buy the hair and sticks her head between his legs and lifts her up in position for a pile driver. The crowd pops huge letting out a big cheer as Justin Moreno charges down the isle and slides into the ring. Shane sees motion out of the corner of his eye and drops the girl, turning around and eating the boots of a dropkick form Moreno which catches him right in the mouth.

Jimmy Yates: Apparently Moreno had enough of Shane picking on a woman, and decided to do something about it.

Moreno pounds on Shane as the woman gets to her feet, wipes the blood of her face that is bleeding from her nose and then suddenly kicks Justin Moreno right in the head. Stunned silent for a moment, the crowd then starts to boo loudly. Shane uses the diversion to push Moreno off of him and is about to return the favor of a face pounding when Moreno rolls to his side and exits the ring. Once on his feet, Justin starts to back up the ramp, a confused look on his face. Realizing it was some sort of a set-up, Moreno looks around a little bit, not knowing if Shadow or someone else might also be waiting to strike. The woman helps Shane to his feet then wipes the fake blood off her face, and rips off a wig and tosses it to the mat, as Moreno's eyes bug out.

Bryan Harris: Do you know who that is?

Shane grabs a mic and walks back to the center of the ring.

Shane: Moreno I had a feeling you would fall for such a clever ruse, look at this as your warning shot. You're after something that used to belong to me, and if you get the TV title off of Rawlings before I do, you’re just moving the target off of his back and onto yours! With the help of my advisor Elena Pisk, here, that title will be back in my grasp before long, so take it into advisement - it is in your best interest to stay out of my way, or else we have to see to it that you have a little accident!!

Shane tosses the mic down and it bounces out of the ring towards the entrance ramp as Moreno picks it up Shadow coes out of the crowd and stands beside Shane and Elena just in case Moreno is thinking about getting some revenge.

Moreno: Derek, you son of a bitch... next time I get my damn hands on you, I swear to God I will hit you so hard your grandkids are gonna be born unconscious. This ain't over, dude... not by a long shot!

Moreno then turns and disappears through the curtains as Shane and company are left to ponder his words.

Bryan Harris: For anyone thinking about going to get a soda or use the restroom during this match, DON’T! I can assure you, whatever you think of James Win, he’s a great competitor. He wouldn’t have lasted this long on LEGACY’s roster if he wasn’t. And Ron Bailey, he’s definitely proven that he’s capable of having great matches when he can step up to the plate. For whatever reason, those two men found something inside themselves to have a fantastic match here tonight, and you don’t want to miss it.

Alan Ducard: Thus far in his LEGACY tenure, Ron Bailey’s matches have been hit-or-miss as to whether or not he was able to perform to the level he’s capable of competing at. Against X-Calibur, “Strong Style Dragon” Cade Sydal and Justin Moreno, we’ve seen brilliance out of Ron Bailey, and again here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: James Win’s entire career has been very similar to what was just said about Ron Bailey. Although The All Star has struck out more times than he has hit home runs, the times when James Win does put his gameplan and ability to best use, he’s absolutely golden inside the ring – his performances in the past have helped him win various championship belts.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and the reigns he’s had with those belts have been worshipped by the inhabitants of some villages in Latin American countries, and rightfully so.

Alan Ducard: With the high level at which these two men competed here tonight, we’re actually extending the viewing time for this match to allow you, the viewers, to experience quite the treat here on STRIFE 37.

Start : Footage from the Match

James Win sends Ron Bailey into the ropes with an Irish whip. On the rebound, Bailey ducks underneath a clothesline attempt by the All-Star. Recoiling off the ropes and lunging at his opponent, Bailey scores a furiously fast flying cross-body. His own momentum gets the best of him though and Win rolls on top of him with a lateral press. Seconds later he hooks the leg and referee Travis Rollins is right there for the count!

One!

Win grabs Bailey by the back of the waistband on his tights and pulls down on it.

Two!

Jimmy Yates: Oh c’mon! He’s got the tights! Ref!

THR- No!

Alan Ducard: Bailey’s lucky he was able to kick out of that!

Bailey gets up off the mat and shoots a brief look of contempt at Rollins for not seeing the handful of tights. It’s all the distraction Win needs though to get up off the mat and pull Bailey down with a school boy roll-up, again with a handful of tights.

One!

Two!

Just before three, Bailey utilizes the perilous predicament to his advantage. He instinctively wraps his legs around Win’s head, crisscrossing his right foot underneath his own left knee to lock in half of a triangle choke. Win senses it coming though and does his best to block the attempt being made by Bailey, sending hard fists to Bailey’s thigh with his free hand. The shots are thrown in vain though as Win’s other arm remains trapped between his own head and Bailey’s legs. Bailey wrenches down on Win’s arm by pulling back and greatly begins restricting the bloodflow and oxygen to Win’s head.

Alan Ducard: Bad move, bloke! He should’ve remembered Bailey’s experience in MMA training. You don’t make a lazy schoolboy roll-up against somebody with a vast mat game like The Sure Thing!

Bryan Harris: As much as I don’t wanna. I have to agree. Excellent counter by Bailey, and this thing could be over in a hurry...

Ron Bailey squeezes with all of his might to put out James Win, but just before Win starts to fade he throws a foot backwards, just barely managing to get the toe of his boot underneath the bottom rope, effectively breaking the dangerous submission hold.

Jimmy Yates: Tough break, kid. Who’s to say what those ten seconds in that triangle choke might’ve done to James Win, though. That move is beyond lethal.

Bailey lifts Win to his feet and knees him in the gut to draw out whatever little breath the Diabolik member might’ve had left after the restricting submission choke. Lifting Win up from a gutwrench, he positions his head down towards the mat for a very bad landing. Then, dropping down to the mat, he drives Win’s neck into his spine with a tilt-a-whirl tombstone piledriver.

The audience pop like mad for the devastating maneuver, and just as Bailey is about to go for a pin he straightens himself out in a sitting position, bending his leg, and holding the point of his knee with both hands. Rollins immediately hunkers down towards him and checks on him as Bailey clearly winces in pain.

Alan Ducard: It looks like Bailey might be hurt!

Bryan Harris: I think he blew his knee out from that tilt-a-whirl tombstone. This one could be over..

Fighting through the sudden jolts of pain in his knee, Bailey hooks Win with a lazy lateral press, holding at his hurt knee with his left arm.

One!

Two!

Win easily kicks out, despite almost appearing unconscious. Bailey rolls over and holds his knee again with Rollins right on top of him, checking the apparent injury.

Bryan Harris: Suck it up, son! You just blew your chance at getting a win against the Diabolik! What a friggin MORON this guy is!

Bailey stands up off the mat but favors his leg considerably as Rollins inspects the damage that has been done. Asking Bailey if he wants to forfeit, Bailey shakes his head no and insist on continuing.

Alan Ducard: Gotta give it up for The Sure Thing. Even with an apparent knee injury, he STILL wants to fight!

Limping a little bit towards James Win, who still has not moved off of the mat after the tombstone, he grabs him by the back of the head and slowly pulls him up to his feet.

Instinctively, Win throws a defensive knee to the abdomen which causes Bailey to recoil a few feet. Win sees the noticeable limp as Bailey reels back and he promptly strikes like a shark smelling blood. One straight swift kick to the knee joint and Bailey goes down in a heap. The crowd begins booing incessantly over Win’s heartless tactics as The All-Star climbs down on top of Bailey, hooking his bad knee for the cover. Rollins reluctantly administers the count...

... One!

Jimmy Yates: Not like this...

Two!

Bryan Harris: Yes! Like THIS!

THR- NO! Bailey manages to get a shoulder up,

Alan Ducard: And somehow Bailey has kept the match going and his chances of winning remain alive and well!

Still looking a bit glazed over from being the recipient of a tombstone piledriver, Win tries shaking his cobwebs away by slapping himself on the head. Seeing Bailey holding his knee in agony, Win reacts coldly by pointing and laughing at his opponent. Guiding him up off the mat by his jaw, Win steadies Bailey on his bum knee long enough to shoot around him with a rear waist-lock. He then grabs behind the leg and lifts Bailey into the air as far as he can. Before dropping him to the mat, Win spins around 360 degrees and snaps down to the mat with a spine adjusting spinning side suplex. Showing a veteran-like focus, Win makes a lateral press and drives his forearm deep into the cheekbone of Bailey with a glow of arrogance.

One!

Two!

THR- Bailey kicks out, shoving James Win off of him!

More than annoyed by Bailey’s perseverance, Win delivers a straight up slap in the face as his opponent tries to get up. Stunning Bailey momentarily, Win laughs at him again and cusses disrespectfully. This only prompts Bailey to try and get up again, but this time Win turns his hand around and backhand chops Bailey right in the face, busting open his lip with the brunt of his center knuckle.

Firing up his opponent, Bailey then uses great athleticism to spin around on his back, catching Win by surprise with a hook kick to the side of his skull that rocks him backwards and down to the mat. Finally shaking his aggressor off of him, Bailey pops up off of the mat and pounds himself on the chest while mouthing, “WHAT NOW?!”.

Still favoring his knee considerably, Bailey grabs Win by the back of his head and drags him to his feet. Returning the favor with a disrespectful slap to the face of Win, Bailey then knees The All-Star in the gut. Doubling over, Win instinctively grabs the backs of Bailey’s knees and pulls them upwards and out from under him. Sending Bailey down onto the mat on his back, Win starts kicking Bailey in his bad knee repeatedly. Shot after shot, the crowd goes hot for Win’s repeated offenses and even Travis Rollins admonishes him for the unfair tactics.

Bryan Harris: What the hell is Rollins bitchin’ about? He’s not doing anything illegal!

Alan Ducard: He’s not giving the man a fighting chance, knowing full well he could have an injury right now.

Bryan Harris: Hey. That’s ROLLINS’ fault for not stopping the match and BAILEY’s fault for being too stupid to know his own limits. All Win is doing is trying to WIN.

Jimmy Yates: I somewhat agree with you, Bryan, but it’s still not right that James would blatantly disregard a human being like this. It’s disgusting.

After a dozen or so kicks to the knee, Win grabs a hold of the backs of Bailey’s knees. Lifting upwards he tries to turn it over into his patented boston crab. After much resistance by the former Tao of Valor Champion, Win finally turns it completely over and sits back with as much pressure as he can administer.

Alan Ducard: Well, that’s HALF of the Starburst #2! Usually James Win precedes the boston crab with a double-underhook face-buster!

Jimmy Yates: My God! Bailey’s knee might be ripped apart here!

Bryan Harris: Give credit where credit is due here. Even in the midst of being kicked in the gut, the All-Star was thinking about what move to make next. Win has been in this business a long time, and whether you like him, hate him, or are completely jealous of him, as you two slapnuts obviously are, he is a crafty veteran inside of that ring. Bailey’s feeling that first hand right now.

Bailey yells in agony as Win arches his back and tries to put as much pressure onto Bailey’s back as he can. With the ropes nowhere in sight, Bailey raises his hand up like he’s going to tap out.

Jimmy Yates: It’s over. Think about your career, Bailey!

Bailey drops it to the mat...

... but instead of slapping it again for the tap out, he gains a grip against the canvas with his palm and begins pushing himself towards the ropes with one hand. Screaming in agony, he scratches and claws his way towards the ropes with his other hand, propelling himself towards salvation inch by inch.

Alan Ducard: You’re almost there, Ronald! You can do it!

Just before Bailey grabs onto the bottom rope, Win releases the hold. Not giving Bailey a moment to rest, he drops an elbow right into Bailey’s spine. He follows it up with another before rolling over and grabbing onto Bailey’s feet. Dragging him towards the center of the ring, he applies the boston crab once again and sits down on it with as much pressure as before.

Bryan Harris: If I had a towel, I’d throw it in for Bailey. He’s finished.

Jimmy Yates: If you had a towel, you’d need to wipe your chin. This “D” love affair of yours is SCARY.

The crowd starts chanting “Let’s-Go-Bay-Lee!” as Bailey cries out in severe pain once again. Bailey covers his face, trying to shield the painful sensation of lingering defeat from the audience watching live and the audience watching from their television sets. One of the various ringside cameras gets up close and personal with Bailey and shows his face filling up with emotion, quivering with anger from James Win ripping apart his ligaments and joint cartilage from the expertly applied boston crab.

Bryan Harris: He’s tapping!! It’s over!!

Jimmy Yates: No he’s not!!

Alan Ducard: He’s reaching for the ropes again!!

Both men sweat profusely from the intensity of the situation and Win starts losing his grip as Bailey attempts to shake off his aggressor by waggling his legs and squirming on the mat. Showing admirable strength and determination, Bailey digs into the canvas with his palms and fingers, creating a towing effect with Win riding on his back, who turns on the only defense mechanism he can utilize at the moment and goes totally deadweight.

Jimmy Yates: It almost looks like Win doesn’t know what to do to keep Bailey grounded in the center of the ring!

Bryan Harris: That’s called a preventive maneuver, Jimbo. Again, a veteran maneuver from a true veteran.

Alan Ducard: Whatever the case, lads... Bailey has the ropes!

Rollins makes it to four before Win breaks the hold and falls to the canvas in exhaustion. Both men lay on the mat... Bailey on his stomach and Win on his back. Rollins begins the double count.

Alan Ducard: It would upsetting if a double count out put a stopper on this incredible match.

Jimmy Yates: I agree, man. This one’s been too good to end on such a crappy note..

It only takes Bailey to hear four before he starts using the ropes to help himself up to his feet. While Win just lays on the mat, sucking wind and taking the time to regenerate some stamina, Bailey fully stands up and looks out to the crowd who, not so surprisingly, are completely behind The Sure Thing.

Jimmy Yates: He’s up... and Win is still on the mat!

Bailey looks back at Win and once again limps towards him and pulls the more experienced combatant to his feet.

Almost as if he was luring in his opponent, Win quickly shoots an uppercut into the face of Bailey, and follows it up with a stinging backhand chop. “WOOOOOO” goes the crowd out of respect of the Nature Boy, and they say it again when Bailey fires one at Win in return.

Win drives a stiff closed-fisted punch into the snoot of Bailey...

... and Bailey answers with an overhand right fist to the eye!

Win retaliates straightaway with another backhand chop...

... but Ron bailey REFUSES to back down and once again returns with a backhand chop of his own!

The crowd responds with an excited, “THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!” chant as Bailey and Win continue to light it up inside the ring.

Alan Ducard: Goodness gracious!!

The audience stands on their feet as both men put on a blow for blow clinic in the middle of the ring. Win sluggishly deliver another backhand chop that sends the perspiration flying from Bailey’s skin. Bailey sends and overhand chest slap to Win, and the sweats rockets off of his body like a cloud bursting in the sky. Win raises his hand to fire back with another chop, but Bailey is too quick for him. Interrupting the trade-off assault, Bailey pivots his foot and spins completely around, connecting a spinning back fist to the temple of the former World Tag Team Champion.

Bryan Harris: Damn! That one had to sting!!

Win buckles back slightly, and it’s a big enough crack in the windowsill for Bailey to slip through. Sending a boot to Win’s mid-section, Bailey hooks Win’s arm into a tight hammerlock with one arm and then hooks his head for DDT with the other. Snapping down to the mat, the crowd lights up as Bailey hooks the leg for a cover.

Jimmy Yates: He has him!!

One!

Two!

THR- NO!

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell! Excellent hammerlock DDT!

Jimmy Yates: I bet he learned that one from his friend John Thomas!

Bryan Harris: James Win is still in this... anyone else find his ability to keep kicking out simply AMAZING?! Of course not...

Bailey slaps the mat out of frustration and looks out at all of the fans watching. Pointing to his knee while making an upwards thrusting motion, he signals for his version of the “go to sleep” fireman’s carry knee strike.

Bailey grabs Win by the head and lifts him to his feet. From there, he picks him up into a fireman’s carry. But just before Bailey can toss Win down in front of him, his knee buckles again and he goes down to the mat with Win on top of him, hooking a leg.

One!

Two!

THR…!

NO!

Alan Ducard: He got a shoulder up! Amazing!

Not wasting any time, Win forces himself up to his feet as Bailey once again holds his knee joint. Lifting Bailey to his feet slowly and methodically, James Win then lifts him straight up into the air, primed to deliver a vertical suplex.

Trying to rush the blood to Bailey’s head though, Win stalls it.

Bryan Harris: That’s it, James! Show ‘em just how strong you are!

As Win continues to display a surprising amount of power, Bailey somehow manages to shift his weight forward. Win loses his grip and Bailey starts falling forward. From up inside the vertical suplex position and on the way down, he tucks his feet inwards towards his aggressor. In mid-fall, Bailey presses the brunt of his shins against underside of Win’s jaw and lands flat on his back with thunderous impact, sending Win bouncing backwards to the mat from a devastating double knee face-breaker!! This immediately causes the crowd to lose themselves to a “LEG-A-SEE!!” chant in unison.

Alan Ducard: AMAZING! What an incredible variation of what is commonly known as the “Codebreaker”!

Bryan Harris: How the hell did he do that?!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t even know, Bryan. But that was insane. He might’ve just turned this thing around in his favor!

After regaining his composure, Bailey crawls towards James Win and hooks a leg, back to abdomen, for the deep cover..

ONE!

TWO!

THR- No! Win gets a shoulder up!

Bryan Harris: Win kicked out!! God Almighty!!

Alan Ducard: BLIMEY, what is it going to TAKE?! These lads are throwing EVERYTHING at one another!!

Bailey lifts Win into the fireman’s carry.

He throws him down in front of himself, but just as Bailey brings the knee up, Win scrams toward the ropes. Win jumps onto the second rope and asai moonsaults back onto Bailey...

Bryan Harris: That’s what Win calls the “shooting star”, not to be confused with a shooting star press!!

... but just as Win is about to land, Bailey jumps up off the mat with BOTH knees and connects square in the forehead of Win in mid-moonsault!

Jimmy Yates: BAILEY CAUGHT HIM WITH HIS KNEES!!

Win crumples to the mat in an awkward heap and Bailey immediately hooks a leg.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Alan Ducard: Bailey did it!! What a match!!

Jimmy Yates: What HEART Bailey has shown!! What HEART!!

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match.... RON.... BAILEY!!!

Alan Ducard: I am, quite frankly, in awe over the match-up we just witnessed. I always knew Ron Bailey was capable of putting on a fine match. But tonight, in a match with no belt or stipulation on the line, Bailey delivered a whopper!!

Bryan Harris: Ugh... as much as I’m beginning to dislike Bailey, I have to admit, he brought his A-Game tonight. If only he’d have shown a tenth of the heart he’s shown tonight back at the Co-Op Challenge, he might’ve lasted longer than three seconds.

Jimmy Yates: I think it’s safe to say, that Ron Bailey just put the locker room on notice. This guy is stepping up, and he’s not going down without a fight!!

Getting to his feet while still favoring his knee, Ron allows the referee Travis Rollins to raise his hand in victory, and then Ron drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, the fans applauding the entire time.

We fade in and see Alan Ducard dressed in a suit sitting in an armchair, looking rather somber

Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentleman I'm here right now with... *seems to trying to not get too concerned* a man who at Glimmer of Hope suffered, what is possibly a career threatning injury, at the hands of Jake Dominion. Ladies and gentleman I'm here, with John Iley. John, thanks for taking the time to speak to me.

The camera pulls back, we see Iley sat on another armchair, a neckbrace keeping his head still, his face looking more somber than Alans.

Iley: Considering the situation, its my pleasure!

Alan Ducard: Now John, at the PPV, you said you suffered a stinger, yet when Dominion hit that neckbreaker, you barely moved. What was the true extent of the injury you suffered at the hands of Rawlings?

Iley: "The truth is this... I was cleared to wrestle. I have the documentation to prove that. But I wasn't cleared to be dropped onto the hard steel of the entrance way. The way I was dropped didn't just aggrivate my neck, it just about destoryed it!

The footage is shown in slow motion of Jake Dominion spinning John Iley around in the Ice Breaker fisherman's swinging neckbreaker, the landing being shown a couple times before we return to the interview.

Iley: I could hardly move when I was dropped, when I grabbed my neck that was the last thing I could do. My arms basically locked, I couldn't move them. I had emergency surgery and now my neck is in this brace for a none committal amount of time. I don't know how long I have to wear this, but it is putting my future in jepordy.

Ducard: "Are you saying you may never wrestle again?"

Iley just stares at the floor for a few moments. His breathing gets a little heavy as his gaze shifts back to Alan, he doesn't turn his body, just his eyes.

Iley: "Yes, thats what I'm saying. It's my fault though, I should have gave myself more time to heal. But I was anxious to get into that match, I wanted to get my hands on Rawlings. After what he did to me in our TOV match, I was seething, that man has been nothing but a thorn in my side since I arrived here!

John pauses for a moment.

Iley: I can't make certain promises Alan, I can't look at you, I can't look into that camera and tell the fans, that John Iley will be back. Because I don't know how effective this surgery will be. Granted I have strong neck muscles, they're needed to do a move like the Tyne Bridge. But that doesn't mean squat if my neck doesn't heal properly. I'll lose the brace eventually, but how long I wear it? I couldn't say.

He pauses again.

Iley: I've only made one promise, and thats to Lisa. I've promised her I'll make the right desicion when the time comes. She was with me when an attack was orchestrated on me years ago when I suffered a back injury which stopped me wrestling for the first time. Lisa was distraught then and now she's virtually inconsolable. That's why she's not here for this interview. I look at her and I see the pain in her eyes. She cries herself to sleep every night, worried that I'll be crippled. She means a lot to me and I don't want to hurt her. If it turns out I can never step into the ring again, even though I love wrestling, then I'll never wrestle again, for her sake.

I just hope that Rawlings and Dominion realise they could have destroyed my life in wrestling. I've just turned 32, I had a lot of years left in me. And they've potentially destroyed my legacy in LEGACY. I want to come back and regardless of wether I can wrestle again or not, I'll come back and tell the fans either way. They deserve to know first hand. I won't use a press conference, I won't use a video message, I'll walk into a LEGACY ring and tell the fans the truth."

Ducard: "John, thanks for your time, I hope, along with the fans, that you'll be back and causing 'Aggro' in LEGACY once again."

Iley offers his hand to Alan who gently takes it and they shake hands.

The cameras switch to the back where various personnel can be seen entering the building with bags and briefcases. Familiar faces such as senior LEGACY referee Klinton Porter and color commentator Bryan Harris walk through the glass doors of the Sacramento arena. Outside of the main lobby and into the commons area, fans line-up outside of metal barricades, separating them from the entering athletes, on-air personalities, and backstage hands. Among the approaching LEGACY associates, is none other than the International Icon himself, Jean-Gerard Baptiste, along with his personal sports agent Rodney.

The fans on both sides of the barricade let their opinions of the man be known as they rain down the boos and chastising abhorrence accordingly. Baptiste refuses to pay any mind to them and instead shows his resiliency to the court of public opinion by continuing to walk towards the glass door entrance. His expensive looking black suede designer messenger bag and equally expensive olive green custom made Valentino suit and tie make him stand out amongst the poorly dressed, average American counterparts that walk amongst him en route to the building.

Ten feet in front of the entrance however, Smith Cartwright and a security guards line-up the entranceway like he was guarding an exclusive European midnight club. Lifting his ludicrously expensive diamond encrusted, olive coloured, Iguana skin rimmed, Emporio Armani shades, Monsieur Baptiste chuckles at Smith Cartwright’s obvious attempt to keep him at bay.

Monsieur Baptiste: Qu'est-ce que c'est?

Smith Cartwright shows little emotion to Monsieur’s apparent inquiry and turns his head towards Monsieur’s sports agent, who seems a little out of place next to his client wearing a cheap but adequate looking suit that had probably been purchased at Macy’s.

Smith Cartwright: First of all, nice purse you got there. Secondly, I ask that your client speak English when in the presence of an American speaking majority crowd. People don’t like it when someone spouts off in a foreign language. Quite honestly, it comes off as an extreme display of chauvinism.

Rodney rolls his eyes and looks at Monsieur for a moment before turning his concentration back onto the Front Office Representative.

Rodney: Spare us your insults, Mr. Cartwright. I know very well that you’re not implying that my client, who happens to be from a foreign and friendly country, try and hide his ethnic background? After all, such preposterousness could be considered a violation of ethnic rights and might be taken into consideration amongst a large panel of hungry attorneys.

Cartwright again shows little to no emotion in the face of this legal declaration.

Smith Cartwright: If Mostafa Bashir can speak in English all the time, I don’t think it’s too big of a request… and is that a threat, Mr... I’m sorry, what was your name?

Rodney: Just call me Rodney. Since I am not employed in your company, there is no need for any formalities or such professional courtesy. Just be aware that neither my client nor I will not put up with such discriminatory nonsense. Oh, and if you want to continue smearing my client’s character and make ridiculous innuendos in your World of Wrestling Report, and create false rumors involving my client simply to garner an interest in the controversy? Again, it might be taken into consideration legally. Take that as you will.

Smith begins to rub his temples, starting to show a little frustration towards Monsieur Baptiste and his client.

Smith Cartwright: Are you Mr. Baptiste’s sports agent... or lawyer?

Rodney: That depends.

Smith Cartwright: On what, does it depend on?

Rodney: That depends on where you wish to proceed. I’ve passed the bar exam in multiple states, particularly in Virginia and Maryland, so obviously I am not afraid to proceed with any legal threats I make. But I digress. You’ve stopped us from entering the building with a pretty intimidating junction that consists of exactly one rent-a-cop. I assume that you do not wish for us to take part in this evening’s activities? Is that correct?

Smith Cartwright: You got it.

All of a sudden, Monsieur Baptiste cusses in French and spits on the ground, causing some of his saliva to graze Cartwright’s shoe.

Smith Cartwright: I warned you, Jean-Gerard, that there would be severe repercussions for wrestling in another scheduled LEGACY event. Now I can’t suspend you for no-showing, since technically you did show up, and I can’t suspend you for faking an injury, since technically I couldn’t prove that you were really faking it. But what I CAN suspend you for is suspicion of dishonesty that affected business. You’ve also been suspended WITHOUT pay as well as fined ten-thousand dollars for refusing to appear at the Glimmer of Hope’s pre-show. This includes all of the events that LEGACY partook in during that weekend, including but not limited to, such festivities as a meet and greet, promotional press conference open to the fans, as well as an autograph and picture session. I’m not really sure what your former employer’s ethics are, but in this company, in Mr. Belote’s promotion, such insubordinate behavior is not tolerated by anyone... ESPECIALLY not by an overpaid, over-rated, over-hyped...

He hesitates in his words for a moment and then just comes right out and says it.

Smith Cartwright: ...jack-ass, such as your client.

Rodney: You are OUT OF LINE, Mr. Cartwright!!

Smith Cartwright: Perhaps I am... but it doesn’t really matter. I don’t like anybody who humiliates this company publicly and treats his colleagues as if they were some type of disease. Until your “client” improves his behavior and accepts the fact that he’s going to have to get his hands dirty before he receives any type of championship match in this organization, then he’s not to appear at any show, and he’s not to receive a paycheck.

Cartwright stops for a second and acknowledges Josephina Colbert entering the building to a round of hoots, hollers, and whistles.

Smith Cartwright: Oh, and by the way... if your client DOESN’T pay the fine? Then he will be in breach of contract and therefor will be terminated. Effective immediately. If you think I’m bluffing, Rodney... Baptiste... then please, do try me.

Rodney: You are being unreasonable.

All of a sudden, Jean-Gerard Baptiste drops his things and gets right into the face of the security guard.

Jean-Gerard Baptiste: You know zometheeng, Monsieur Cartwright? I theenk YOU are ze un, who zeenks moi eez bloofing!! I will pay ze american dollairs, so go ‘head!! Plaize!! Fine moi!!

Out of nowhere, Baptiste knees the security guard below the belt with incredible blunt force. The security guard lets out a shocking gasp and keels over onto the cement catwalk of the commons area. He dry heaves for a moment on the cement, occasionally spitting out clear bile from the vicious knee he just received. Rodney has a worried look come over his face as he looks at the security guard and his client, while Cartwright shakes his head in complete disgust.

Smith Cartwright: You can add another five-thousand dollars to that fine for that. I’m also certain physically assaulting a civilian worker constitutes a federal cr-

Before he can finish the sentence, Baptiste takes a steps over the security guard and places his foot on the back of the man’s head. Lifting up on both of his arms, he brings the gasping security guard up onto his knees, just holding him there.

Smith Cartwright: Don’t do it!! You’re making a huge mistake!!

Monsieur Baptiste: No!! Eet eez you who has made ze beeg meeztake!! You leave moi weeth no choice!! You stand zair, theenkeeng you have gotten ze best of moi and zat I wheel just play by your... how you say.... rules now!! But ze zeemple fact of de mazzair eez dees...

Monsieur violently smashes the security guard’s face straight down onto the ground with a vicious wrestling-style curb stomp, the audience watching from the barricades gasp with fright.

Monsieur Baptiste: You wheel deeleevair a sham-pee-ohn to moi, or you wheel be neck deep in sheet!!

Cartwright shows signs of worry for the physically assaulted security guard but doesn’t move a muscle to help him out of fear that he might be the next one attacked.

Rodney: I assure you, that I didn’t want this to happen. But, my client... is a man of his word.

Baptiste picks his things back up and begins to walk away when all of a sudden Rodney smiles at Cartwright, all-knowingly.

Rodney: Oh, and by the way? Not to ruin the illusion for the people or anything, but don’t even THINK about trying to fire Baptiste for assaulting an “innocent bystander”. I think we all know what an aspiring independent wrestler looks like when we see one.

Smith Cartwright grits his teeth and looks down at the "security guard" who is knocked unconscious, some blood coming out of his nose. Monsieur and Rodney head back out from the entranceway as the camera cuts back out to the arena.

Alan Ducard: Our fifth match of the night is a No Limits division match with Mostafa Bashir taking on Chris Turner.

Jimmy Yates: It was an exciting moment for Chris Turner, who has been banned from competing for the No Limits Title along with his tag team partner Damien Black due to the Unsanctioned Warehouse Match they had a few months ago.

Bryan Harris: Well I was wondering when I saw these bookings whether or not this meant the ban had been lifted, but my good buddy Landon Savage tells me that the front office decided to give him a match under the No Limits stipulations, but that they weren’t ready to lift the ban on a title shot just yet.

Alan Ducard: That’s only half the story. The other half of the story is about Mostafa Bashir, who up until getting his first fight under No Limits stipulations hadn’t found his niche, but he really showed what he could do when he got into the ring against Zaine with no rules.

Jimmy Yates: Well that’s definitely more up his alley, because that’s how he gained his reputation, as a street fighter back in Afghanistan.

Bryan Harris: Both of these guys are absolutely tough as nails, so I was looking forward to this match. Let’s not waste any more time talking, let’s check out what went down.

Start : Footage from the Match

Both men go sailing to the outside as Turner hits Mostafa with a powerful shoulder tackle causing him fold up and get driven through the second and third rope where both men crash to the floor.

Jimmy Yates: This has been a hard fought contest with both men holding their ground, Bashir had a slight advantage in the opening minutes when he tried to ground and pound on Turner, but Turner escaped and was able to turn the tide.

Bryan Harris:Well at the moment neither men is at an advantage sprawled out on the ringside floor.

Turner get to his feet first and sends a boot into the chest of Mostafa. He tehn pulls Mostafa up by his hair and is about to toss him back in the ring when Mostafa sends and elbow into his jaw. Bashir then slams Turners head into the mat and then turns him around and whips him into the guard rail. Turner spins and takes the blow back first, and then slumps to the floor. Bahir runs forward looking to put a foot through Turner's chest, but Turner moves at the last second and Mostafa's foot goes between to spokes of the guardrail and gets stuck.

Turner gets to his feet and looks down at Mostafa's predicament and a smile comes to his face.

Bryan Harris: If Mostafa doesn't find away out this predicament this match is as good as over for him.

Rawlings gives Bashir a solid kick to the ribs returning the favor from earlier then starts stomping away on him. Bashir gets his arms up to protect his body, so Turner goes after the stuck leg repeatedly stomping the leg and ankle.

Alan Ducard: Turner looking to cripple Bashir, if this keeps up he could destroy that ankle.

Turner goes for another stomp to the knee, but the repeated stomping has knocked the spokes of he guard rail loose and Mostafa is able to pull is leg free and spin around on his back and sweep Turner's feet out from underneath him. Mostafa crawls away from Turner and slides into the ring. He pulls himself up to his feet as Turner follows him into the ring. Turner immediately goes after the bad leg and clips Bashir at the knee just as he gets to his feet. Turner grabs Bashir's foot and tries to flip him over, but Bashir kicks him away. Mostafa hobbles up to his feet and Turner charges at him with a clothesline, but Mostafa ducks, turns around and boots Turner in the ass sending him chest first into the turnbuckle.

Jimmy Yates: Mostafa is the proverbial one legged man in an ass kicking contest, but he's doing his best to hold his own out there.

Bryan Harris: He is at the moment, but Turner knows his weakness and as we have already seen he will exploit it.

Mostafa grabs Turner by the back of the head and slams it into the Turnbuckle four times, when he goes to do it the fifth time Turner stomps his foot then reverses the position slamming Mostafa's head into the turnbuckle as the crowd counts along to ten. Turner then whips Mostafa across the ring into the other turnbuckle. Chris follows up running across the ring going for a big splash but Mostafa gets a leg up and boots Turner in the face sending him to the mat. Mostafa then lets out a scream and falls to the mat holding his ankle.

Alan Ducard: Mostafa instinctively lifted his leg to boot Turner and block the splash, but he used his bad leg and looks to have further injured that ankle, it could be severely sprained or even possibly fractured.

Jimmy Yates: The ref is checking on Mustafa and seeing if he is able to continue. He's considering stopping the match, but Mostafa says no.

Bryan Harris: That guy has heart, but not much for brains. If that injury is bad he'll be out for weeks, if he lets the ref call the match he wasn't pinned and he can heal up and be back as soon as next week.

Turner looks own at Mostafa and as soon asthe ref allows the match to continue and backs away Turner pulls Mostafa to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Bashir makes it three steps and his leg gives out and he collapses. Turner quickly drops an elbow to the center of Mostafa's back and then rolls him up for a pin.

One

Two

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Turner pulls Mostafa up on to his shoulder and delivers a running powerslam into the turnbuckles. He then holds him there an hooks his feet under the top turnbuckle and leaves Mostafa hanging in a tree of woe position. Turner delivers a few kicks to the neck and chest of Mostafa then steps back and delivers a running knee to the chest. Turner then lifts Mostafa up by the neck and rest his head on his shoulder, wraps his hands under Mostafa's chin and then run forward yanking Mostafa's ankles from the turnbuckle and hitting a neckbreaker.

Jimmy Yates: Turner hits a neckbreaker variation shades of the old days and Saurius and the main attraction. You can stick a fork in Mostafa he's done.

Turner rolls Mostafa onto his back and hooks a leg.

One

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kick out

Bryan Harris: How the heck did he kick out of that.

Alan Ducard: Pure instinct is my guess.

Jimmy Yates: Turner has to be thinking what he has to do to put this guy away.

Turner grabs Mostaf and starts to pull him up but get a headbutt to the face for his efforts. Mostafa slides behind Turner with a roll up.

One

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kick out

Mostafa gets up to his feet and sends a couple left hands into Turner's jaw. He lifts Turner up and hits him with a body slam and then drops an elbow on him. Mostafa then lifts Turner up again this time he goes for a military press slam, but his leg gives out again and Turner falls down on top of him. The ref drops to make the count.

One

kick out

Turner gets up and hooks Mustafa for a suplex, but Mostafa blocks it. Turner tries again, but it's blocked again. Turner tries a third time, but this time when Mostafa goes to block it Turner spins him around and hits the reverse DDT known as masked vengeance. Turner quickly hooks the leg as he makes the cover.

One

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Josephina Colbert: Your winner, Chris Turner.

Alan Ducard: Turner knew Mostafa was going to try to block the suplex again and had a trick up his sleeve and it won him the match.

Bryan Harris: Definitely good thinking on Chris Turner's part... I bet a lot of people are surprised to hear me say that.

Jimmy Yates: I sure am.

Turner celebrates his win as he exits the ring. The ref checks on Mostafa , but Mostafa chooses to exit the ring under his own power and hobbles to the back.

Ron Bailey hoists a leg up onto the locker room bench with an ice pack placed directly on his knee joint.

“That was one hell of a match, man.”

Bailey takes his leg off of the bench and turns around. X-Calibur stands in the doorway with his arms folded and a smirk drawn across his face. Ron nods in acknowledgment.

Ron Bailey: X.

Bailey turns back towards the lockers and puts his knee back up onto the bench, placing the ice pack onto it again. X-Calibur walks into the room and claps his hands together in applause about ten times before speaking again.

X-Calibur: How’s the knee?

Ron Bailey: I’ll live.

X chuckles and Bailey maintains a cautious look on his face, unsure about what to make of X-Calibur’s sudden appearance.

X-Calibur: You know, we haven’t really seen eye to eye through most of the time I’ve been here in LEGACY... and I know we’ve had our problems in the past with one another. But, credit is credit and you deserve a lot of it right now.

Bailey turns back around and tosses the ice pack aside. Grabbing a moist towel that sat dripping to the side on the bench, he places it around his neck and looks directly at X-Calibur.

Ron Bailey: Look... don’t patronize me, X. I know I embarrassed your team at Glimmer of Hope. I had a bad night... we’ve been over this before. If you got something to say to me about it, then just say it. Otherwise the door’s in the same spot as it was when you entered, and you might as well use it. I’m tired and I don’t have time to deal with your crap…

Looking a little hurt by Bailey’s presumptuous attitude, X shakes his head.

X-Calibur: I didn’t come here about that stuff. But for the record, you didn’t embarrass “my team”. Like you said, you had a bad night. It happens to the best of us - even me.

Ron Bailey holds both ends of the towel around his neck and wipes the perspiration clean off before laying it back down onto the locker room bench, completely exhausted from the epic contest he just had with The All-Star. Neither man says anything for a little bit until X-Calibur breaks the awkward silence and uncrosses his arms.

X-Calibur: You made me proud out there tonight, man.

Bailey lifted the towel and looked at X disbelievingly.

Ron Bailey: What ‘chu mean I made you “proud”?

X-Calibur: Exactly what I said. You made me f***ing proud out there. Quite honestly, you finally showed the world what they haven’t seen since Destined for Greatness. You showed quality.

All of a sudden, as if momentarily offended, Bailey gets within inches from X’s face.

Ron Bailey: What the hell you mean by “finally?! Huh?! You sayin’ all this time I’ve been nothin’ but some punk?! Is that what you’re sayin’, dawg?

X-Calibur laughs.

X-Calibur: Settle down, man. That’s not what I’m saying AT ALL. I’m saying... that you finally woke the f*** up out there. You finally showed those fans out there and the boys in the back that Ron Bailey isn’t just some tailgating replacement talent who takes over for somebody when they aren’t able to man up... you know, like you did for Eli Storm.

Bailey looks burned by this and goes to speak again but X literally shoves him by the shoulders back down onto the locker room bench.

X-Calibur: Nah. It’s my floor, man. I realize you’re still f***in’ amped up from having a damn good match and everything, but you need to try to listen to what I’ve gotta say.

Bailey doesn’t even try to get back up. Whether he’s too exhausted to try or surprised by X-Calibur is of just interest.

X-Calibur: You’re not some “punk”, Ron... but you HAVE been floundering. Sure, you won the Tao of Valor title and sh**, but you lost it almost as quickly as you won it. And aside from that “lucky break” you caught at Forged by Fire? I look at the past several months and I see a disturbing truth. I see a lot of potential... and little greatness. I see a lot of losses... and only a few wins.

Bailey goes to speak but X stops him fast.

X-Calibur: I’m not saying you suck, Ron. Ron equals far from suck. In terms of skill, if blow wasn’t so derogatory and meant the opposite of sucking, I’d say you were that. But since blow means suck and suck means blow in the big book of wrestling-isms...

Bailey isn’t quite sure what to make of that comment, appearing a bit confused. X realizes he probably isn’t making much sense and stops himself to recollect his thoughts.

X-Calibur: Look... what I’m TRYING to say is this. You need to stay focused. Betting and sh** is fun, sure... but when you’re in this business? There are no extracurricular activities. There are no “hobbies” to make time for. You’re either in it to win it, or you’re not in it at all. That match you just had? You busted out some impressive sh** that I’ve never seen you f***in’ do before, man. You were pushed. You were tested. And in the end, you were GREAT.

Ron Bailey: So what are you sayin’, really?

X-Calibur: I’m just sayin’... keep it up, Ron. ‘Cause you just put LEGACY on notice.

X-Calibur pats Bailey on his sweaty shoulder before turning around for the exit.

Ron Bailey: Hey X...

X stops and turns back around as he heads opens the door into the hallway.

X-Calibur: Yeah?

Bailey pauses for a second and nods with appreciation.

Ron Bailey: Thanks, man.

X nods back and shoots a “don’t mention it” type of wink before turning back around and heading out into the hallway leaving Bailey alone in the room with only his thoughts and a sore knee.

The scene heads to the backstage area where we find Smith Cartwright walking down the hallway with a clipboard in his hand, headed towards the production crew. As he rounds a corner past the interview set, a familiar figure steps into his path, The Outlaw Greyson Blade. The roar of the crowd is audible even in the backstage area and The Outlaw gives a knowing nod at the crowd reaction as he adjusts The No Limits Title over his shoulder and addresses Cartwright.

The Outlaw: Smith, you are just the man I wanted to see; do you have a couple of minutes to spare?

Smith Cartwright: Sure, Greyson, production doesn’t need these notes from the front office yet. What’s on your mind?

The Outlaw: I know I’m not booked tonight, but I wanted to be here to ask you in person for a match. Now, I know that at GLIMMER OF HOPE I said that I would be willing to give Issac Entragain a return match against me at some point, but right now I have my sights set on another challenger.

Smith Cartwright: Well Greyson, usually the challengers come looking for the champion, but what did you have in mind?

The Outlaw: I want The Angel of Violence in that ring, Smith. I want Greg Allocca, one-on-one in a No Limits Match, and I have no problem putting the title on the line. I know for the past three months or so that Issac Entragain has been my focus. He’s been the guy that I’ve taken a vested interest in here in LEGACY. However, Greg Allocca saw fit to join Issac in disrespecting me multiple times including that messed up sideshow a few weeks back, and he attacked me during my No Limits Tables match with Issac. Basically, now that I’ve dealt with Issac, it’s time for me to deal with that other psychotic son of a b****.

Cartwright looks up at Blade with a nod, and responds.

Smith Cartwright: It makes sense Greyson, and I’m sure we could sell that match up. I’ll take it to the front office and see if we can put that match together for the coming SuperCard. I’m sure we’d want The No Limits Title to be on the line on that show anyway.

The Outlaw: Do what you can Smith. I want Allocca in that ring, where it counts.

With that, The Outlaw nods to Smith and takes his leave, allowing Smith to continue his trip to production.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is a singles match featuring one man from the World Tag Team Champions, and one from the new number one contenders.

Jimmy Yates: Earlier in the show we saw the verbal confrontation between The Unholy Alliance of Pain and Domination, and it looked as if Domination was ready to throw down right then and there, but Reverend Ezekiel Caine had other ideas, wanting to make a statement with the match between Damien Black and Steve O’Reily.

Bryan Harris: I know the LEGACY fans wanted to see Domination throw down with the monster of the Unholy Alliance earlier in the evening, but I applaud cooler heads prevailing in this instance. Damien Black and Chris Turner have been working to gain respect as a tag team, not just as a couple of mispaired freaks. They came a long way in defeating World Wide Bushido Buntai to become number one contenders, and they are looking to take the next step in this clash with Domination. Ezekiel Caine wants their defeat of Domination to stand as a shining example to the wrestling world, taking them in the ring, not outside of it.

Alan Ducard: Well gentlemen, tonight was the appetizer singles match before the main course of the World Tag Team Title match at the coming Super Card. Let’s take you now to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

When the video footage begins, the match is already in progress with VENOM and Damien Black trading punches in the center of the ring. On the outside, Ezekiel Caine and Trent Logan are both offering advice to their fighters while RAGE and Chris Turner eye each up, just looking for an excuse to throw down with each other. Damien looks to take the advantage as he rakes the eyes, and follows up with a big head butt. VENOM staggers backwards from the blow, and Damien meets him with a kick to the gut, doubling him over. Black then comes off the ropes looking for a kick to the side of O’Reily’s head, but Steve side steps the blow, and charges, and hits a falling clothesline and both men go the canvas.

Alan Ducard: This match has been going back and forth now for a while with neither man seemingly able to hold the advantage for very long which is a real testament to both fighters. VENOM doesn’t have the singles match experience that Black does, especially when one considers his high profile runs against Rocky Stellar and Devastation in TTW, and Black is doing a great job of keeping himself composed thus far when dealing with an opponent that just won’t bow to his great power and athleticism.

Jimmy Yates: Both men are getting off the canvas, and VENOM has a slight advantage. Steve is to his feet and there’s a big uppercut to the jaw and Damien staggers back to the buckles. Steve charges the corner and there’s a big clothesline in the corner. This could be the separation point for these two! VENOM whips Damien across the ring and he collides with the buckles. O’Reily looks to go coast to coast here, but Damien meets him with a boot to the face!

Bryan Harris: VENOM might be the best straight up “puncher” or “brawler” in LEGACY, but there with guys like a Greyson Blade, but Damien is really holding his own with those kicks and that slight “MMA” strike style that he can incorporate. I know VENOM is tough, but I think Damien is going to be too much for him one-on-one.

Alan Ducard: Black now out of the corner and he rocks VENOM with a big boot to the face, driving him back down to the canvas, and I think that was a bit of a Yakuza-style kick there, gentlemen.

Jimmy Yates: Well it sure was effective Alan, this is the first time in the match that I think either man has really shown some difficulty getting to his feet after an offensive barrage from his opponent.

Bryan Harris: What did I tell you guys? VENOM would be the first one to falter.

Black pulls VENOM to a vertical base and ties him up with a facelock, and from that position he delivers a vicious series of knee strikes before pulling Steve to the corner. Once in the corner he grabs O’Reily by the neck and slams him face first into the turnbuckles, not once, not twice, but three times before hitting a second headbutt. With VENOM sufficiently stunned, Damien scoops him up and tosses him back up and over with a fallaway slam! The crowd responds to the move, not used to seeing O’Reily, being the size that he is tossed around in that fashion.

Alan Ducard: Damien Black is now in control of the match after that big fallaway slam, and Black has VENOM in some trouble as he pulls him to his feet and rocks him with an open palm strike, and there’s another before the front face lock and there’s a huge knee lift and Damien now off the ropes, and there’s a knee to the face. VENOM is down on the canvas on his back, and here comes Black off the ropes… with leg drop across the throat.

Jimmy Yates: Damien Black is working over the throat and head here, perhaps in preparation for his finisher, The Excommunicator. That cutthroat-variant is highly effective. If he hits that, this match is over.

Bryan Harris: A defeat here would send a big message to the tag team champions, and LEGACY as a whole that The Unholy Alliance of Pain isn’t going to simply implode when faced with a challenge. They are a team looking for success both now and for the long term.

Damien pulls Steve up to a vertical base, and immediately Black hits the “Serial Driller” (Cuthroat Lung Blower) and he rolls over on VENOM, looking for a pin.

Alan Ducard: The Serial Driller from Black, and now he has the leg hooked and the referee is in position to make the count!

ONE

TWO

T-NO! A two count only here on VENOM, and Damien looks for the first time just a little bit anxious here.

Jimmy Yates: I think Black was hoping to catch Domination unprepared on the winning high and take this match easily, but as you can see VENOM is hanging tough.

Bryan Harris: Trent Logan is warning VENOM to guard the head and to keep his hands up, and look for a spot to strike back. Fighters know what they have to do in the ring, but that guidance and those reminders can really help when you are under fire, and it might be why VENOM is still in this match. Turner is really looking annoyed with Logan on the outside for his instructing VENOM as Steve now blocks a strike from Black. VENOM blocks another strike and he unleashes a hard left hook to the jaw.

Chris walks around the ring towards Logan, but RAGE shifts his position to put himself between Logan and Turner, and this halts Turner’s progress for the time being. VENOM follows up his left hook with a Euro-style uppercut, and then he charges and drives Damien back into the turnbuckles. In the corner he fires away like a piston, driving his shoulder into the midsection again and again and again, and when he’s satisfied he scoops up Damien out of the corner and slams him to the canvas. Feeling the momentum start to shift, he pulls Black to his feet and tosses him to the ropes, and on the rebound he catches Damien and takes him and slams him down with a vicious spinebuster, and he hooks the leg!

Alan Ducard: Now it’s VENOM with the pin on Damien! VENOM has the leg hooked and here’s the official count!

ONE

TWO

T-NO! Black kicks out after two, and this match will continue, but now with VENOM in control. Steve has Damien to his feet and he hooks the arm, and Black goes up and over in the vertical suplex! The offense is simple but effective.

Jimmy Yates: VENOM now pulling Damien up into the inverted facelock, and there’s a DDT out of it! That’s usually a part of the “Gut Check” Domination double team maneuver. The crowd can feel VENOM really coming back in this match, and the “DOM-IN-ATION” chant is taking over the arena.

Bryan Harris: They can chant all they want to chant Jimbo, but I don’t think chants are going to make the difference in this particular match.

O’Reily has Black sized up, and he steps backwards, and he waits for Damien to get to his feet, and just as he gets to a standing position, VENOM charges and looks for a huge lariat, but Damien ducks the shot, and hits a back elbow to the jaw on O’Reily’s return. Black quickly follows up with a kick to the gut, and the crowd jeers as Black pulls VENOM in to position …

Alan Ducard: Damien has him in for The Excommunicator and … VENOM POWERS UP AND FLIPS BLACK OVER! What a display of power from O’Reily, and now he charges and kicks Black in the spine! Damien now into a standing headscissors and … he’s looking for the Breakdown Powerbomb! VENOM locks and … Damien powers out with a back body drop!

Jimmy Yates: Both guys have gone for the kill and failed here, and I’m not sure what’s going to happen here!

Bryan Harris: Punches, kicks, slams? Neither of these men looks to be backing down, and each one has managed to avoid the killing blow, and they tie up once more.

Damien and VENOM tie up dead center in the ring, and each man trades punches with the other until finally, VENOM hits two in a row and takes Black down with a belly to back suplex! Turner angrily heads for the time keeper area, away from Logan and Murdock, and he grabs a chair as VENOM pulls Black to his feet. Steve tries to hook the arm to go for something out of the suplex, but Black hammers out and sends him on the Irish whip towards the ropes. Turner slides the chair into the ring as he does and VENOM is caught with a hard shot to the face, and then he’s sent off to the ropes again, and as he does, he’s grabbed by Turner. VENOM turns around and lunges at Chris who backs off out of his reach. Unfortunately for VENOM, Damien now has the steel chair, and has ignored all of the referee’s protests.

Alan Ducard: Damien Black has that steel chair now and he’s going after VENOM with it and … THERE’S A STEEL CHAIR SHOT TO THE HEAD AS VENOM TURNED FROM CHRIS TURNER! My God what a SHOT! VENOM is down, and now RAGE is in the ring! RAGE with the boot to the gut and the chair goes down … RAGE with the elevated DDT on the chair!

Jimmy Yates: All hell has broken loose here with VENOM and Damien Black both down, and now Chris Turner is in the ring with RAGE and those two are brawling! Chris Turner with the takedown and he’s punching away on RAGE. RAGE with the block and rake to the eyes, and now he’s hammering away on Turner!

Bryan Harris: I’m not sure how the official is going to rule here, but the bell is signaling, and this match is over.

Alan Ducard: We’re getting the word now from Josephina Colbert while RAGE and Turner continue to just unleash in the middle of that ring.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee in this match has disqualified both men for interference and the use of foreign objects!

Alan Ducard: The fans don’t like it, but I think it’s a fair ruling, and now Turner is going for that chair, but RAGE tackles him down! The official can’t get this one stopped, and here comes security! LEGACY security is out here now to break this one up.

Jimmy Yates: Alan, even security is having trouble breaking this one up now as Damien Black and VENOM are both up now and are looking to continue brawling, and now even some of the security is being tossed down in this melee.

Bryan Harris: Trent Logan and Reverend Caine are now in the ring trying to get their fighters to back down before this leads to some kind of suspension or fines. It is one thing to tear each other apart but if a LEGACY official gets hurt in an altercation like this, you know there will be consequences.

Finally after some struggle, security with the help of the managers helps separate the teams as the crowd still chants in support of the champions who are exchanging insults with the challengers as security takes them in separate directions.

Alan Ducard: If this was just the beginning, I fear what might happen at the Supercard!

Blue flashing lights flood all parts of the arena except for the ring, which the white spotlights continue to shine down upon. The jazzy remix of Filter’s “Hey Man Nice Shot” begins over the sound system, and right away the fans let their displeasure with him be known even before John Thomas steps out through the curtain. His blue and white hooded robe has a bit more black in it now, including the giant “JT” letters on the back of it. He completely ignores the fans as he heads down the ramp. After walking around to the time-keeper’s table and retrieving a microphone, John hops up onto the ring apron. Holding the microphone between his bicep and his rib, John spits into his hands, wiping them together before using one of them to hold the mic, the other to push down on the middle rope, making enough space for him to easily enter the ring. Once his music fades under, John addresses the masses.

John Thomas: I’m not going to make this any longer than I have to, so if you’ll quiet your booing, I can tell you what you have to look forward to at the SuperCard aside from what we heard earlier tonight…

Taking the microphone down away from his face, John waits for a moment, and then continues once the fan reaction quiets.

John Thomas: Some of the matches you’ll see in two weeks time will be fought for championship gold, others for promise of future opportunity…

John grins.

John Thomas: But one match will be fought to set things right with the universe and finally show what a young superstar can do while simultaneously putting a tired veteran on the shelf forever.

The boos begin to roll back in, but John doesn’t stop speaking.

John Thomas: I went to the front office and I told them that I won’t step foot into this ring again to compete until I find my name listed as the opponent of Rocky Stellar himself… and they agreed that I should have my chance to fight Rocky Stellar at SuperCard STRIFE 38. Any of you old timer fans out there who still consider Rocky Stellar to be a legend… For any of you who don’t want to have your last memory of Rocky Stellar to be one of a broken veteran, you might not want to tune in…

Suddenly the house lights drop out and yellow spotlights begin to dance over the arena; the Von Bondies' "C'mon C'mon" rocks the arena and the fans immediately know what’s coming, as does John Thomas, who stops mid-sentence and watches the entrance stage. The crowd roars as Loco Martinez steps from the back wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts, black Against Me! t-shirt, and a pair of yellow Addidas sneaks. He slaps a few hands as he walks to the ring. He slides in and stares coolly at John Thomas who smiles welcomingly, outstretching his arms at his friend. Loco does not return the gesture. Keeping his distance, looking somewhere between angry and confused. As Loco’s music fades under, John looks at Loco, then speaks.

John Thomas: Wow… Loco Martinez refuses a hug from a friend? Ladies and Gentlemen, you’re witnessing HISTORY here tonight…

Loco smirks, as a mic is handed to him, but he just continues to stare down John Thomas, who is taken back by Loco's demeanor.

John Thomas: And I guess it appears that part of the history you’re witnessing is that, for the first time since he and I met over three years ago, Loco Martinez is MAD at ME.

John does a double take, checking to see if what he just said had any affect on Loco’s demeanor.

John Thomas: As tough as this is for me to say… I think it must be said. What I did back in San Francisco in the Co-Op Challenge… and what I did back at STRIFE 36… I… I…

John shakes his head for a moment then glares right into Loco’s eyes.

John Thomas: I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

The boos roll in as the fans were expecting an apology. Loco smirks and shakes his head.

Loco Martinez: You're ridiculous, you know that? And I didn't expect an apology. But why I'm here? What I DO expect? Is to hear you explain to me face to face, what the hell you were thinking at Glimmer of Hope? How you could, basically, punk me out. Pin me. And just twiddle your thumbs like there was nothing else you COULD do?

John looks surprised, and for a moment, he’s lost for words.

John Thomas: I punked YOU out? Seriously? Because after all we’ve been through, you and I, after I helped you climb up out of your personal hole of self-pity… After I helped you find your way into a World Title victory which started off THE ABSOLUTE DEFINING REIGN OF YOUR CAREER… after all I’ve done for you in the past year or more, you let Rocky Stellar walk right back into OUR lives to steal the spotlight WE EARNED with OUR blood, sweat, and tears… and not only do you act like there was nothing else YOU could do… you WELCOMED THAT BASTARD WITH OPEN ARMS!!

Loco shakes his head.

Loco Martinez: Hey, you got issue with Rock? Fight Rock. Which? By your little announcement, you ARE. YOU and ME

Loco points dramatically between he and John getting a step closer.

Loco Martinez: Our friendship isn't ABOUT Rocky Stellar. Its about trusting one another. Being THERE for one another. You dropped that... when you dropped ME at Glimmer of Hope. All week long you're talking about it being "tough love"? Are you f(eep)king retarded JT? Tough love? You think YOU doing this. Acting like this is going to make me STOP being friends with Stellar? C'mon dude, you're SMARTER than that. And you're better than this.

Loco taps Thomas in the chest with his last two points.

John Thomas: I DO have issue with Rock, and yeah, I got a match set up between me and Rock, and at the SuperCard, I’m taking care of that issue. You being all buddy-buddy with Old Man Stellar even though he shows me as much disrespect as he does? That’s a slap in my face that I thought YOU would be smart enough to get. Am I asking you to STOP being friends with him?

John shakes his head.

John Thomas: What I’m trying to do is to get you to realize how Rocky Stellar treats EVERYONE EXCEPT YOU, Loc’. If you choose to stop being friends with him because you finally see what he’s REALLY all about? That’s up to you. If you choose to waste your time by trying to change him, teach that old dog how to see the new world? That’s on you. Do what you want, Loc’.

John stands, glaring at Loco for a second, trying to let it sink in.

John Thomas: I pinned you at GLIMMER OF HOPE, eliminating you from the Co-Op, but that wasn’t my way of ending our friendship. That was my way of making our friendship STRONGER. That was my way of showing you that this isn’t like your friendship with Rocky Stellar. What I did was to show you that you and me… we’re EQUALS. I’m just as much of a threat as you are. You’ve seen me do that to a dozen or more other competitors, STRONG competitors, but I wanted to show you first hand that I’m worthy of standing by your side as a PARTNER, not as a SIDEKICK.

Loco Martinez: Heh.. ."do what I want", just like you did what YOU wanted, right John? A partner wouldn't have just dropped me like that. A PARTNER would have fought like a man. Face to face. Eye to eye. You took ADVANTAGE, John. That's not something a partner would do... not something a friend would do... So you know what? I don't KNOW what that makes you.

Loco drops the mic and starts heading out of the ring, but John's not done.

John Thomas: You seem conflicted, Loc, and that’s fine. I don’t expect change in you over night, and the front office apparently sees it my way, too.

Loco turns around, giving John a “what are you talking about?” look.

John Thomas: After what happened with Jake Dominion at FORGED BY FIRE, which I’m sure you recall quite well, the last thing they want is a biased referee… so at the SuperCard, as the special guest referee of the match between Rocky Stellar and I…

Loco’s eyes grow big.

John Thomas: …remain unbiased, because I don’t want anyone coming up with reasons why my win over Rocky Stellar isn’t my greatest accomplishment yet!

Loco looks confused as he stares wide eyed at John thomas for a few moments before turning and heading backstage.

Alan Ducard: Now it’s come time for tonight’s main event contest, a Tao of Valor Championship Triple Threat match with Stephen Rawlings attempting to successfully defend the belt against both Katsuro Yoshida and Mirage.

Bryan Harris: In my mind, this match should’ve been for a Tao of Valor token since a token wasn’t on the line in any of the matches it was defended in during the Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Jimmy Yates: I asked Smith Cartwright about that, and he told me that the front office came to a nearly unanimous decision that this wouldn’t be for a token for the simple reason that Stephen Rawlings didn’t win his match at GLIMMER OF HOPE, retaining the championship belt on a technicality which HE weaseled into the contract.

Alan Ducard: As most LEGACY fans have undoubtedly seen, the Tao of Valor Championship has changed hands with quite some frequency since X-Calibur lost it. Justin Moreno was unable to get a successful defense of the belt before losing it to Ron Bailey. After just one defense, Ron Bailey lost it to John Iley in the second-round of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament… and then in the semi-finals John Iley lost the belt to Stephen Rawlings in a very valiant effort.

Bryan Harris: I’ll tell you this much, Stephen Rawlings certainly has his detractors given how he conducts himself inside that ring, but he was given a chance to show what he is truly made of by taking on Katsuro Yoshida and Mirage here tonight, two veterans who should be able to find a way to victory if either of them happens to be the better man here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: It’s all going to come down to how well recovered each of them is from their respective matches during the GLIMMER OF HOPE weekend, and given that Mirage and Katsuro Yoshida each had one match during that weekend and Stephen Rawlings had two, you might think they would have the advantage in that way.

Alan Ducard: Not to mention the fact that Mirage and Katsuro Yoshida are still attempting to get their first taste of championship gold here in LEGACY, and now that it’s within reach, they’ve got even more incentive to try to come away victorious.

Jimmy Yates: And after what we saw at the top of tonight’s show, we know that the winner of this match will go on to the SuperCard to defend the Tao of Valor Championship against former champion Justin Moreno

Bryan Harris: Enough chatter, let’s get to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

Swinging his leg around, Katsuro goes for a roundhouse kick, but Rawlings tosses his forearms to the side and blocks the kick. Twisting Yoshida around, Stephen locks the Bushido Buntai member into an abdominal stretch.

Jimmy Yates: I’ll say one thing for Stephen Rawlings, he put on that abdominal stretch LIGHTNING quick!

Bryan Harris: You don’t always have to like a guy to respect what he can do in the ring, Jimbo.

As Stephen continues to hold on to the abdominal stretch, Mirage moves in and hits Katsuro Yoshida in the gut with a hard left hand. Turning around, Mirage runs into the far ropes and on the return he kicks out his leg, aiming at Katsuro’s head, but at the last moment, Yoshida reaches back, grabs Stephen and tosses him over with a modified judo hiptoss throw, pivoting in the process to avoid the would-be kick to the head.

Alan Ducard: Great escape by Katsuro Yoshida, and if he wants to have any chance at winning this match, he’s going to have to come up with more moves like that, because thus far I think it’s certainly obvious that Stephen Rawlings and Mirage are perfectly willing to work together.

Bryan Harris: And why wouldn’t they? It’s a damn good strategy, Al. Work together, take out Katsuro Yoshida, then they can fight each other.

Jimmy Yates: You can bet that Katsuro wants to get the Tao of Valor Championship to give the Bushido Buntai its first taste of gold on this side of the Pacific Ocean.

Pivoting around, Katsuro Yoshida drops forward and connects with a standing headbutt down into the sternum of Stephen Rawlings. Swinging his legs around, Yoshida gets back up to his feet, but he’s immediately taken back down as Mirage dives in with a forearm smash to the face. Quickly back up onto his feet, Mirage stomps down onto Katsuro’s chest repeatedly.

Bryan Harris: Some vicious stomps there by Mirage, and any energy Yoshi was just showing a minute ago, he’s not showing it right now.

Alan Ducard: It appears as though Mirage got bored with those stomps, and now he’s moving down towards Katsuro’s feet… it appears he has a different idea… an idea that’s going to hurt a much more sensitive spot than the middle of his chest!

Taking Yoshida’s feet into his hands, Mirage lifts Katsuro’s legs up off the mat. Standing there for a moment, a smirk forms on Mirage’s face just before he stomps down hard onto Katsuro’s groin. Yoshida immediately covers up his groin with his hand as he curls up into the fetal position, trying to avoid a second kick.

Jimmy Yates: Oh, that hurts just watching it.

Alan Ducard: I’m sure it hurt Katsuro a bit more than anyone else, but unfortunately for Mirage, a wishbone kick to the groin isn’t exactly a legal move.

Referee Jacob Fudrucker steps in and yells at Mirage, warning him that a move like that is grounds for disqualification, and another one will get him tossed out of the match. When Jacob steps away, Mirage steps forward to go back to work on Katsuro Yoshida, but Stephen Rawlings steps in and connects with a high flipping dropkick, sending Mirage down onto the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Stephen Rawlings makes the decision to end the make-shift alliance he and Mirage had formed in the early goings of the match, and now the match gets even more interesting.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and what the heck is this all about, newbie referee Jakie McDonalds decides to assert himself?

Alan Ducard: Young Mr. Fudrucker is doing a good job in his first time refereeing a LEGACY match by himself, and that was the right call to give Mirage a warning, even if it did distract Mirage for a moment.

As Mirage starts to work his way up to his feet, Stephen Rawlings steps in, locks Mirage into a front headlock, grabs him by the waistband, then lifts up, hoisting Mirage up over his head before falling backwards and completing the vertical suplex. Rolling backwards, Stephen hooks the leg and goes for a pinfall on Rawlings.

One…

Two…

Mirage shoulders out.

As Stephen starts to get up, Katsuro Yoshida helps him to his feet, slapping him in the chest with an open hand. Pivoting, Katsuro sends a knife-edge chop to Rawlings’ throat. Gagging and trying to gasp for air, the Tao of Valor Champion doesn’t fall to the mat. Yoshida spins around and goes for a leg sweep, but Stephen spots it and hops up over Katsuro’s leg, and then Rawlings leaps forward slightly and hits a low dropkick which connects to the side of Yoshida’s head.

Bryan Harris: What a BRUTAL kick from Stephen Rawlings!

Jimmy Yates: Well he had to do something to keep Katsuro from following up on that shot to the throat!

Bryan Harris: Yeah, that reminds me, why isn’t Junior Referee yelling at Yoshi about that? Isn’t it illegal to cause someone to choke like that?

Alan Ducard: I don’t know if that move specifically is illegal, but it did have the same effect as a chokehold might’ve, and Stephen’s still feeling it.

Still choking a little, Rawlings turns his attention on Mirage. Moving in, Stephen goes for a bulldog before Mirage can even get to his feet, but Marcus grabs him around the waist and tosses him forward, throwing him across the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Huge reversal there by Marcus Mirage, and now he’s going to try to finish Katsuro off!

Lifting Katsuro up off the mat by his head, Mirage doesn’t get to start an offensive because Yoshida quickly repositions his body and drills Mirage with a backfist to the gut. Putting a foot underneath him, Katsuro forces himself up off the mat, spins around and hits a blind mule kick which doubles Mirage over.

Alan Ducard: Mirage in a world of trouble, and Katsuro Yoshida looks like he’s about to build on his momentum!

Putting Mirage’s head between his legs, Katsuro hoists Mirage up over his shoulders, setting him up for a crucifix bomb. Before Katsuro can complete the move, though, Mirage gets one of his arms free and drills Yoshida in the side of the head with an elbow shot.

Bryan Harris: Katsuro Yoshida going for that move of his which I still can’t pronounce… ah, hell, doesn’t matter anyway, ‘cause Mirage just put a stop to that!

Mirage falls down to the mat behind Katsuro, and just as Yoshida turns around, Stephen Rawlings runs in, puts a foot onto Mirage’s back and hops up, tossing his legs around Katsuro’s shoulders, and then he throws his weight backwards, springing off of Mirage with his arms as he hits the hurricanrana. With Katsuro’s shoulders on the mat, Stephen reaches back and hooks the legs of the Bushido Buntai member while still maintaining the lock with his legs from the hurricanrana. Jacob slides in and applies the count…

One…

TWO…

THREE.

Referee Jacob Fudrucker getsto his knees and signals for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match as a result of a pinfall and STILL Tao of Valor Champion… Stephen… RAWLINGS!!

Alan Ducard: With a nifty little way of hitting that Hurricanrana, Stephen Rawlings picks up the victory and retains the Tao of Valor Championship.

Bryan Harris: What he did was a variation on the Top Rope Hurricanrana he likes to use to lead to a pinfall, so I’m not surprised that it was effective in picking up the win.

Jimmy Yates: And now we know that in the Tao of Valor Championship match he was promised for SuperCard STRIFE 38, Justin Moreno will take on Stephen Rawlings in an attempt to get his belt back.

Handed the belt by the referee, Stephen Rawlings puts it over his shoulder and quickly heads out of the ring, a smirk forming on his face as he backs up the ramp, looking towards the ring at Mirage and Katsuro Yoshida.

Alan Ducard: Stephen Rawlings looks like a man who realizes he pulled out a victory in a close match that he very easily could’ve ended up losing.

Bryan Harris: I think he’s just making a quick exit because he wants to start the celebration early! He just got himself one step closer to the World Title by making that SuperCard Match with Justin Moreno a token match!

When Rawlings gets to the top of the ramp, he turns around to head backstage and quickly finds himself face to face with Justin Moreno, which significantly increases the excitement level amongst the crowd. The two glare at each other for a second, and then Stephen starts to walk towards the curtain, but Moreno reaches out and grabs him by the wrist and spins him around, face to face yet again.

Jimmy Yates: HERE WE GO!!!

Although the fans are on their feet, expecting things to get physical, Justin Moreno slaps his palm down onto the faceplate of the Tao of Valor Championship and mouths the words “That’s MINE”. The two keep their eyes locked on one another for another couple moments, and then Justin Moreno throws a fist into the air and then backs up through the curtain, keeping his eyes locked on Stephen Rawlings.