An empty arena. Flash... the Arena is filled with seated, placid fans, who stare stoicly as the opening drum beat and violin opening of the Flobots "Rise" begins we flash to a ring.

"So much pain .... we
Dont know how to be but angry"

Flash of various bodies in various positions inside a Legacy ring. Crumpled. Bloodied. Exhausted. In pain.

"Feel infected like we've got gangrene
Please dont let anybody try to change me"

Flash to a shot of X-Calibur glairing angrily. The Diabolik standing in a V with Crash at the head, the Legacy World Title on his shoulder.

"Me
Just me"

Justin Moreno running full speed towards the ring. Crazy Boy hangs out backstage talking with Greyson Blade.

"In the middle of a sea full of faces
Full of faces"

Flash bulbs go off in the ring as we spin to show the crowd standing, roaring their approval.

"Some laugh"

A shot of Loco Martinez smiling huge

"some salivate"

A close up of Issac with Greyson Blade's blood dripping down his chin.

"Whats in your alleyway
Recycling bins or bullet cases"

Domination battling El Chupacabra in the parking garage.

"Its not equal
Its not fair"

Jake Dominion nails the Iced out. Cronos dropping an opponent with a hard right hand.

"Were different people
But were not scared"

Flash from John Thomas to Mirage to Adam Davis.

"We aint never scared
To pave a new path"

Damien Black, Chris Turner and Ezekiel Caine talk strategy.

"Make a new street
Build a new bridge"

Mirage speaking with Lucien Gray.

"Say can you see by the dawns early light
Free slaves running"

Loco Martinez steps out into a gold spotlight.

"Songs words werent right
Now a new days coming"

Crash nails Loco with the Aero Zeppelin Driver. He hoists the world title.

"The few stay stunning"

Hannah Perez looking gorgeous with El Chupacabra flanking them.

"while the many are handsome
Your soul is alive but they want it for ransom"

Jake Dominion revealing a Diabolik t-shirt under his referee's shirt.

"The base drumming is the anthem
We step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons"

We see a group of kids in the audience, jumping to their feet, excited to see some Legacy action.

"And"

We see most of the Legacy Roster standing in the ring.

"Rise together"

X-Terminator!

"We rise together"

The placid crowd from the opening jumps to their feet roaring.

"Rise together"

Greg Allocca and Justin Moreno jump to the top rope, pause a moment before launching themselves.

"We rise together"

The crowd again jumps to their feet.

"Rise together
We rise together"

Derek Shane running to the ring in his Indiana Jones costume.

"Rise together
We rise together"

Stephen Rawlings leaps up onto an opponents shoulders. Nails a hurricanrana

"Rise together
We rise together"

Greyson Blade Hoists Issac entragian up and drives him down with a wicked spinebuster.

"Rise together
We rise together"

Crash hoists the Legacy World Title skyward for the the world to see. The camera follows the title and then shoots out over the live crowd who are all on their feet.

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 SuperCard STRIFE 38, coming to you from the BIGGEST little city in the world, Reno Nevada!

Jimmy Yates: Tonight's show is jammed pack full of action, with each of the four LEGACY championships up for grabs and much more.

Bryan Harris: I'll be blunt, we were told not to waste any time hyping what you'd see here tonight, let's just get right down to the first match.

Alan Ducard: The opening contest of the evening features the LEGACY debut of Mikael Cave, as he takes on a rejuvenated Pat Reynolds, LEGACY’s resident NASCAR fanatic.

Bryan Harris: Gearhead is more like it!

Jimmy Yates: The interview Pat Reynolds gave about a week ago was… interesting to say the least, and it seems like he’s trying to start to build a fanbase in hopes of selling tshirts, which is more than I can say about Mikael Cave, who I haven’t seen anything from since he showed up at GLIMMER OF HOPE.

Bryan Harris: When your talent level so greatly eclipses your opponent like is the case for Mikael Cave in his debut, there’s not much reason to show up and try to give the other guy any bulletin board material.

Alan Ducard: There is something to be said about letting the fans know a little more about you, but I digress. With so much going on tonight, let’s not waste any more time before we get right down to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

Mikael Cave ducks underneath a haymaker attempt from Pat Reynolds, then throws a knee into his midsection. Ducking in behind his opponent, Cave lifts Pat up off the mat from behind and drops him back onto his feet violently with an atomic drop. Mikael turns around and runs into the ropes, and on the return takes Reynolds down with a leaping bulldog.

Alan Ducard: The new-comer to LEGACY with an athletic move there to take Racin’ Reynolds down to the mat.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, not a real shocker that Pat got himself taken down with an elementary move like a bulldog. The guy clearly thinks that bar brawling skills are going to be able to help him in the wrestling ring, and his win / loss record shows how well that’s working for him.

Jimmy Yates: You can’t teach toughness, though, Bryan.

Shaking it off, Pat tries to work his way up off the mat, but Mikael moves in and grabs him by the head and looks to be going for a suplex. Before he can lift up, though, Cave gets shoved backwards by Reynolds. Wanting to stay in on the attack, Mikael comes right back in at his opponent, but Pat rocks him back with a quick jab, then flattens him to the mat with a quick clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t care where you learn it, quick hands like that are effective anywhere!

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but it didn’t keep Cave down long.

Swinging his legs around, Mikael gets back to his feet, and he’s quickly scooped up off the mat by Reynolds, who throws him back down with a one-armed scoop slam, then he takes a step forward and drops an elbow down onto Cave’s chest.

Alan Ducard: Reynolds gaining some momentum…

Bryan Harris: He strung together a couple moves, that’s all…

Reynolds gets back to a vertical base, but Mikael Cave is quick to follow. Before Pat can continue his offensive, Cave reaches up and rakes the eyes of his opponent, buying him an opportunity. Grabbing around Reynolds’ neck, Mikael ducks down and then drops to his knees, hitting a picture perfect jawbreaker.

Alan Ducard: Questionable tactic there by Mikael Cave to get back on the offensive…

Bryan Harris: Ha ha, that’ll make it hard for Patty to have his next beer! That right there is a move you won’t be seeing the likes of from Pat Reynolds.

Returning to his feet, Mikael Cave stomps down on Pat Reynolds a few times, then grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet. Moving quickly over towards the ropes pulling Reynolds along with him by the head, Cave tosses his opponent up over the top rope, sending him down to the arena floor.

Jimmy Yates: Now come on, there was no need for that…

Bryan Harris: For what, an offensive tactic, Jimbo? I don’t see anything wrong with throwing your opponent over the top rope. This isn’t 1989 AWA Wrestling, Jimbo, it’s not cause for a disqualification…

Alan Ducard: No, it’s certainly not a cause for disqualification, but it was a bit unnecessary, especially since it appears Mikael Cave has no intentions of following Pat Reynolds to the arena floor to follow up on the offensive.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and it’s a good thing, because Jimmy Smith is coming down to the ring!

Getting to the bottom of the ramp, Jimmy Smith walks around the side of the ring and helps Pat Reynolds up to his feet. The two Fast Time teammates talk for a minute, then Reynolds nods and gets back up onto the apron. Spotting Jimmy Smith on the outside, Mikael Cave backs up a couple steps and allows Racin’ Reynolds to get back into the ring without incident.

Bryan Harris: What kind of advice could Big Jimmy POSSIBLY be sharing with Pat Reynolds?

Alan Ducard: I suppose that since they’re tag team partners, they might train together, so he might be reminding him about something they talked about before.

Bryan Harris: It’s just blind leading the blind…

Moving to the center of the ring, Reynolds and Cave lock up in a collar-and-elbow, and almost immediately Cave spins around into a standing armbar. Twisting around, Mikael immediately goes for an irish whip. Reynolds reverses the attempt and sends Cave screaming into the corner. Pat charges in after him, but as he goes for a elbow smash he comes up with nothing but turnbuckle, Mikael having spun to the side, avoiding it.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, great strategy…

Spinning around, Mikael Cave connects with a backhand shot to the jaw of Racin’ Reynolds, then grabs him by the head and moves towards the center of the ring. Hooking Pat’s arm over his head, Cave reaches down and tries to grab for Racin’ Reynolds’ leg. Hooking his arm tight around Mikael’s head, Pat spins him around, ending up back-to-back, and Reynolds immediately reaches back and hooks arms, dropping to his knees…

Jimmy Yates: Backslide!!

Leonard Nolan slides in and applies the count.

One…

Two…!

THREE!!!

Nolan gets to his knees and signals for the bell, and Pat Reynolds lets Cave slide to the side as he sits up on his knees, a big goofy grin on his face.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall… Racin’… Pat… Reynolds!!!

Alan Ducard: Pat Reynolds picks up a victory, and if I’m not mistaken that may very well be his first singles victory here in LEGACY!

Bryan Harris: The way he’s celebrating, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the first victory he’s ever had!

Jimmy Yates: Aside from bar-fights, it very well might be!

Stephen Rawlings sticks his head out of his locker room and looks around. Intern Avery is zipping by and Rawlings grabs his shirt.

Intern Avery: Hey Wha?

Rawlings pulls Avery up to the door.

Stephen Rawlings: You... I need you to do something!

Avery: Wha? What? What do you need me for?

Stephen looks around to see if there is anyone watching.

Stephen Rawlings: Come in here!

He yanks Avery into the locker room, and shuts the door and then walks over to his locker and pulls a large box with a bow and ribbons on it.

Avery: For me?

Stephen Rawlings: No you asshole! I need you to deliver this to Justin Moreno.... Its a.... Good will... gift before our match.... I need you to make sure NOBODY but Justin sees whats in it. Got it?

Avery: I... I guess...

Stephen Rawlings: No! No "you guess"es... I need a gurantee! Can you gurantee? Hmm?

Avery: I.... Yes?

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah? Good! Cuz if you fail... I will hunt you down... And I will make you cry... Got it?

Avery: Yes sir....

Stephen hands Intern Avery the gift, and Avery nods, and quickly runs out of the locker room. Rawlings watches witha smirk on his face.

Elsewhere backstage we walk with the two large members Anarchy. Each wear matching black shirts with a scribbled red A inside a circle. They chat nonchalantly as they approach Hannah Perez.

T.Rex: Yo, sweet buns. How you doin'?

Hannah Perez scoffs and rolls her eyes, and turns to walk away.

T.Rex: Hold up. Why you rushin' off like dat?

Arch Angel: What my hornball teammate is trying to say is we'd like to talk.

El Chupacabra’s manager looks disgusted at the thought and confused all at the same time.

Hannah Perez: What could I POSSIBLY have to say to you two fossils?

T.Rex: Well, see... we figure you's guys, umm... El Chupacabra, well you guys lookin' to get back on the winnin' track. Ya know... since ya lost the titles an stuff.

Arch Angel: What he's saying is. You guys lost.

Hannah Perez: Thanks, I WAS there.

T.Rex: And you got bubble wrapped, and BABY... I woulda popped your wrap all night long!

Hannah shudders.

Arch Angel: What he... what WE, are wanting to say? Is we want to have a match with yer boys.

T.Rex: Dey gots somethin' to prove. We gots something to prove. Why not see if you're boys want to "get back on the whores"-

Arch Angel: Its horse, teddy. "back on the horse" ... back on the whores is what they do to this lil' tart when they hit the hotel after the show.

By this time Hannah is livid as she stares angrily at the two members of Anarchy.

T.Rex: Well... anyway, let dem boys know.

The two brush past Hannah, but not before T.Rex goes to playfully slap her ass, but Arch Angel stops his hand short.

Arch Angel: That could cost us our job, Teddy. *Angel looks her over* - but I'm guessing she WOULD have liked it.

The two share a laugh as Hannah glares as they walk off.

“What was that all about?”

Drinking from a bottle of Dos Xs, Diego de Cardenas walks up to where his girlfriend is standing, and he is followed a couple moments behind by his tag team partner Hector Rodriguez, who is also drinking a beer.

Hannah Perez: Well apparently a victory over the Canadians at the pre-show was enough of a confidence booster that they seem to think they have a chance of beating you guys.

Hector is soo surprised by what he just heard that he spits out part of his beer, but Diego just nods, and when he’s done swallowing his mouthful of beverage.

Diego de Cardeñas: Those two relics think they’re good enough to take down the premiere tag team in the business? Let’s make it happen.

Hector nods.

Hector Rodriguez: The sooner we can get them in the ring, the better. Until we beat those two down, there are going to be people out there wondering if we’re the better team. We need to leave no doubt.

Diego takes another sip and then nods in agreement.

Diego de Cardeñas: No doubt.

He turns to Hannah Perez.

Diego de Cardeñas: Go see if you can find somebody to make that match happen at the next show.

Hector Rodriguez: Yeah, and tell ‘em we’re not waitin’ for a pay per view, ‘cause we don’t wanna end up on a pre-show.

With his empty hand, Diego smacks Hannah on the ass. After giving him a look, Hannah walks off in one direction, and El Chupacabra walks off in a different direction.

Alan Ducard: Our following match pitted two men at odds for years; ever since John Thomas and Loco Martinez became friends, you could just sense the tension between John Thomas and Rocky Stellar.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and you can attribute that to the fact that Rocky Stellar never liked John Thomas, and since John became a better wrestler, I’d say Stellar is threatened by him!

Alan Ducard: Well tonight, Loco Martinez is pitted between his two friends yet again as he is being forced to referee the action; and essentially watch his two best friends beat one another mercilessly.

Jimmy Yates: While the bond between Stellar and Loco has never truly been severed, the bond between Martinez and Thomas has been severely frayed, Al. Thomas constantly trying to point out the "evil" that is Rocky Stellar, and trying to win Loco over to his side is getting to a point where these two may go from friends to enemies... quickly!

Bryan Harris: I don’t know why they’d become enemies just because of what John is saying, becauseThomas is right. Stellar treats everyone like cow pies, always has. He's aloof. Pompous. And JT's just trying to help his friend see the light.

Alan Ducard: Well tonight John Thomas was trying to show Rocky Stellar the lights in the way of a three count. Lets get to the action!

Start : Footage from the Match

Stellar drives rights and lefts into the head of Thomas, all the while the crowd roars with a chant of "Stel-lar Stel-lar Stel-Lar". Rocky drives Thomas back into the ropes and then whips him across the ring, he runs and levels John with a clothesline on the return. As soon as John hits the mat, Stellar spins around and drops an elbow across Thomas's chest and then reaches over and hooks the far leg. Loco drops down to make a count...

One...

Two-NO!

Thomas kicks out, Loco holding up an authoritative 2 to Stellar who cocks a slightly amused eyebrow at his long time tag partner. Stellar scoops Thomas up slams him down with a body slam. He then starts to go work on Thomas' right shoulder with a few stomps, and knee drop. He then rolls Thomas over and locks John's right arm in a chicken wing, and uses his left hand under Thomas' chin wrenching back.

Alan Ducard: A mash-up of a camel clutch and a chicken wing submission. Working on the right shoulder, as well as putting a lot of pressure on neck and back of John Thomas.

Jimmy Yates: Stellar wants to neutralize that sick falling neck breaker.

Bryan Harris: Please… Stellar wants to catch his breath. Four moves and the old man is GASSED!

Stellar wrenches back, and Thomas begins to squirm towards the ropes. Stellar tries to keep him at bay, but John gets to the bottom rope with his left leg. Loco notices and immediately begins the standard five count. Stellar lets go at three, and as he's getting up stomps on the back of the shoulder. Loco looks at him and shakes his head negatively. Stellar throws his arms up innocently. Reaching down, Rocky drags Thomas up to his feet by the arm and sends him back down with a thunderous short armed clothesline. He drops and makes a cover...

One...

Two...

Th-NO! Thomas out right after the two.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think Rocky Stellar was happy with the speed of that count.

Stellar looks at Loco and mouths "that was a little slow, freakshow" Loco shakes his head and holds up two fingers. Stellar back to his feet and whips Thomas off the ropes, He ducks looking for a back body drop, but Thomas spots it in time and leap frogs Stellar, bounces off the far ropes, and when Stellar turns he nails the Icon with a flying forearm. Thomas gets back up to his feet first, and waits for Stellar. Once Rocky gets to his feet John leaps and takes the Stellar One down with a beautiful drop kick. He scrambles for the cover...

One..

Two...

TH-no! Stellar shoulders out, and its Thomas' turn to look at Loco and mouth "that was slow". Loco again holds up two fingers trying to drive home the point that he's not being coerced by either of his friends.

Alan Ducard: It seems both men are trying to "work the referee" as the saying goes.

Jimmy Yates: Yes, often times used in sport. You try to curry favor, or question the referee so much that he questions himself and ends up making calls in your favor.

Bryan Harris: Its soooo much easier to bribe 'em, but in this case, I don’t think Loco Martinez wants to count a victory for either of these guys.

Thomas gets Stellar up and drives him back with a side Russian Leg Sweep. He goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope...

Alan Ducard: He's looking for the "Not your average moonsault" -

Thomas launches off backwards, but Stellar rolls towards the corner, Thomas sailing past, missing the moonsault, and landing with a thud face down. The crowd roars as Stellar gets to his feet. He scoops up in a vertical suplex, and pauses, keeping Thomas vertical, holding him for a few seconds. The crowd oooh's the display of power, and Stellar waits a few more seconds and then falls back, crashing Thomas to the mat. Stellar quickly floats over and makes a cover...

One...

Two...

THR-NO! Thomas gets a shoulder out. Stellar gets up and attempts to drag Thomas up by his head, and Thomas lunges burying the top of his head into Stellar's sternum. This doubles Stellar over. Thomas grabs Rocky's wrist and whips the Icon off the ropes, and Thomas goes for a clothesline. Stellar ducks it and bounces off the far ropes, and is charging back full speed. Thomas is off balance and about to get run over by a freight train named Stellar, Thomas quickly grabs Loco and pulls him in the path. The crowd boos and Stellar comes to a screechingly awkward halt as not to hit Loco. Loco looks irate, but Thomas quickly pushes Loco out of the way and nails Stellar with a low drop kick that sends Stellar down to the mat head first.

Alan Ducard: A dastardly move by John Thomas. Literally putting Loco Martinez between he and Rocky Stellar.

Bryan Harris: That shows a wiley veteran. Loco was a little too close to the action. A good ref knows how to stay out of dodge, and only shows up to count to three!

Thomas bounces up and runs back off the ropes, and then drives another low drop kick, this one into the skull of Rocky Stellar. At this point in time Loco gets in John Thomas' face and points to the LEGACY logo on his referee shirt giving Thomas a stern warning. The crowd roars their approval, but Thomas wants to hear none of it and quickly goes back on the offensive driving his shin into the side of Stellar's head. The crowd gasps as Rocky Stellar slumps to the mat like he's lost conciousness. Thomas smirks and gestures to Stellar. Looks up at Loco.

John Thomas: There's your hero.

Thomas nudges Stellar with his boot. Stellar doesn't move. Thomas dismissively slaps the back of Stellar's head the crowd reigns their hatred down on him. Thomas goes to drag Stellar to his feet, but Rocky snaps to life rolling Thomas up with a small package. The crowd roars and counts along with Loco.

One...

Two...

THREE-NO!NO!NO! Thomas just got a shoulder out.

Bryan Harris: Another one of those quality HEROIC moments by Rocky Stellar. Playing dead and going for a sneaky pinfall is vintage Stellar.

Loco holds up a two, as Stellar rolls off of Thomas trying to shake the cobwebs from that wicked head kick. Thomas gets up angrily and drags Stellar to a vertical base and then drops him down with an arm bar DDT. He rolls Stellar over and makes the cover.

One...

Two...

TH-NO! Stellar shoulders out again.

Alan Ducard: The Stellar One is resilient. He won't stay down.

Jimmy Yates: And it seems to be driving John Thomas INSANE!

Bryan Harris: Loco is clearly playing favorites, and its becoming obvious to John.

Thomas glares icily at Loco, accusing Martinez of a slow count. He snarls at Loco but snaps his head at Stellar and drives a vicious boot into the back of Stellar's shoulder. He follows up again. Each shot he turns to see the reaction of Loco Martinez who shakes his head clearly annoyed with the way Thomas is acting.

John goes to drag Stellar to his feet. Whips Stellar off the ropes goes for a clothesline, but Stellar ducks, and bounces off the ropes and leaps nailing Thomas with a surprising high cross body.

Alan Ducard: Goodness!

Jimmy Yates: Well he still has a moonsault in his repetoire so despite the old jokes we hear day in and day out about Rocky Stellar he is still incredibly athletic!

Both men are down as the crowd gets to their feet, urging Stellar to get up. The crowd gets deafening as Loco continues his standing 10 count.

4...

5...

6...

Thomas stirs and gets to his knees.

7...

Stellar now rolls over and grabs the middle rope and begins to drag himself to his feet.

8...

Thomas gets up. Stellar gets up. The two stand across from one another and as their eyes meet. Their exhaustion gone. Their pain, gone. All that's there the fire of blind, absolute, hatred. They take off for one another, Stellar dives low taking down Thomas with a double leg take down. Stellar stays mounted and begins to drive right hands into the forehead of Thomas as the crowd roars their approval. Stellar jumps up, bounces off the rope and hits and drives an elbow across the chest of John Thomas. He then scoops up Thomas sets him up for his fisherman suplex.

Alan Ducard: Stellar Plex!

Stellar bridges. Loco counts.

One...

Two...

ThreeNO! John JUST gets his shoulder up. Stellar gets up quickly and brings JT up with him. He spins him over looking for the Stellar Drop... He picks John up, but thomas jumps with all his might, kicking his legs back and twisting the two crash to the mat with JT across Stellar's upper body.

Alan Ducard: What a counter out of the Stellar Drop!

Jimmy Yates: A modified cross body, that sent Stellar down hard with all of Thomas' weight on top of him.

Bryan Harris: Thomas was high on that counter too, So a lot of stress was put on that upper torso, shoulder, and collar bone area.

Alan Ducard: And I think Thomas sensed that.

Thomas is up, stalking Stellar, a vile smile on his lips. He gestures for Stellar to get up, and as Stellar gets to his feet, Thomas gets behind Stellar and locks in the cross face chicken wing. The boos reign down as Thomas wrenches the hold violently, Stellar winces. The crowd rallying behind the Icon with a "Stel-Lar" chant. Loco checks on Stellar to see if he wants to submit.

Stellar struggles getting to his feet. Stellar lunges towards the corner, and drops to a knee trying to drive Thomas' head into a turnbuckle, but John holds up, and wrenches back keeping himself from harms way. Stellar gets back to his feet, and hops putting both his feet on the middle turnbuckle and pushes back. Thomas can't hold Stellar's weight and the two crash backwards onto the mat. The weight of Stellar causes Thomas to release the hold. Stellar rolls backwards, and off of Thomas, but gets up quickly, grabbing Thomas and hoisting him up quickly in reverse DDT position.

Alan Ducard: STELLAR DRO....

Bryan Harris: NOPE!!

Thomas quickly brings his hands up grabs the back of Stellar's neck and brings his right knee up while pulling Stellar's head down ROCKING Stellar with a nasty knee to Stellar. This loosens Stellar's grip, and Thomas drops down, rolls to the side, and gets to his feet quickly, and then grabs Stellar's head… spins him around… And DRIVES him to the mat with his sick falling neckbreaker.

Alan Ducard: What a reversal by John Thomas into his sick falling neckbreaker!!!

Leaving nothing to chance, John Thomas hooks the leg and makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Three!!

The bell rings as Loco checks on Stellar.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner of this match... JOHN... THOMAS!!

As Loco continues to check on Stellar, Thomas takes note, and heads over and pulls Loco off of Stellar, and begins to drive boots into the same shoulder of Stellar's that he's been working on the whole match. He Drags Stellar up and again locks in the crossface chicken wing. The crowd booing mercilessly as Thomas yells at Stellar maniacally. Loco quickly gets back involved prying Thomas off Stellar. Loco after a few moments gets Thomas off Stellar, but again Thomas shoves Loco to the side to get at Stellar.

Thomas drives another sick boot, this time to the forehead of Stellar, and again Loco steps in the way as Thomas lines up for another boot. Loco shakes his head, not budging an inch, as Thomas looks to kick Stellar's skull in. Thomas gets in the face of Loco yelling 'This is for your own good" - he goes to push Loco, but Loco side steps him, grabs his wrist and leans back with his short arm superkick.

Jimmy Yates: LOCAPITATOR!

Bryan Harris: What the HELL is Loco Martinez thinking?!

Alan Ducard: John Thomas attempted to push Loco Martinez one too many times, and Loco told him what he thought about it.

Loco immediately looks conflicted over what he did. He looks at thomas and shakes his head, and then drops down by Stellar's side to check on his long time friend and tag team partner. He helps Stellar up, and out of the ring. He continues to aid Stellar up the ramp. He turns once right before they exit to see Thomas holding his chin and leaning over the top rope with pure rage in his eyes. They exchange an icy stare, and then Loco just turns and walks Stellar back through the curtain.

Backstage, Jake Dominion sits in an empty locker room, with most of the overhead lights turned out. Wearing his ring attire and a Diabolik tshirt, Jake finishes wrapping up his hands in tape.

Jake Dominion: As I sit here in my empty locker room, unable to spend tonight’s show with the rest of the Diabolik – part of my punishment for putting John Iley on the shelf – I just thought I would send out a message to a guy I used to consider a friend.

He pauses briefly and glares right into the camera.

Jake Dominion: You know Eryk, I wanted to get you a Hallmark card to wish you good luck in the Hawkins Memorial Tourney because we both knew Dave and I know how much you respected him and I felt that you deserved to win that tourney the most given the circumstances. But ya know what? I didn't. I didn't want you to get the wrong idea and actually think that I wanted you to win the Co-Op Challenge too, because frankly buddy, that just wasn't the case.

Slowly, Dominion shakes his head.

Jake Dominion: You know what Eryk? If you wanted to be apart of the D, all you had to do was ask. You, myself and Andy have gone back many years, and we've been brothers for as long as I can remember, but you didn't. And there you stand...

As he continues to speak, Jake looks really disappointed.

Jake Dominion: How could you align yourself with two men like Iley and Bailey who you use to be enemies with? I don't believe in this whole "frenemies" bullsh!t. You pick two guys you use to be enemies with instead of two of your FRIENDS, your BROTHERS, does that mean nothing to you Eryk?

You knew this was all business, nothing personal, just business but yet you still want to do battle with me? You know I've never been one to back down from a fight, and fighting a "brother" would be no different. And then we have Devastation, a former World champion himself, who wants to join in on the fun. Well that's just fine with me. The way I see it, tonight will be a chance to ensure that the World Title stays with The D because after I beat whoever tonight, the World Title leaves the next PPV in the hands.. of... THE.... DIABOLIK....

Getting up from his seat, Jake Dominion walks past the camera, leaving the locker room.

A tall, dark shape looms in a shadowed corridor, just below the sickly red glow of an EXIT sign. As a face emerges from the shadows, Issac Entragian's features become clear. The wound Issac suffered in the cell match has healed into a scar that runs along the right side of his face from forehead, all the way past his eye and finally terminating near the top of his cheek. The Albino Abomination is wearing a black dress shirt, complete with a white tie, and a sleek pair of obsidian slacks. His green eyes are hidden by a pair of sunglasses with crimson lenses, and his mane of white hair is untied and flowing freely about his shoulders.

Entragian gets a firmer grip on his black duffel bag and begins to stalk down the corridor towards his locker room, passing by a few soda machines in a small lobby area on the way. Suddenly, as if catching the scent of another being, Issac stops and swings his head around, noticing someone standing by the water fountain and looking in his direction.

The person who is standing there, looking at the direction of Entragian, is none other than Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith himself. He takes a sip of water from the water fountain then, without warning, starts to walk toward the Albino Abomination. He stops about 3 feet away from him and frowns, shaking his head slowly.

CrazyBoy: So you have returned to Legacy. What, getting your ass kicked by Greyson Blade once is not good enough for you? You have to come back and get your ass kicked again?

Tyrone looks up and down at Isaac and grins when he sees the scar running down the face of Entragian.

CB: Nice scar. Why do you not take that as a sign that you shouldn't be in the same ring as my friend and mentor again, or it will be more than your face. The next time, I will be certain that he will tear you limb... from.. limb.

Issac's position doesn't change upon hearing the comment from CrazyBoy. His face is comparable to a stone carving, it shows no emotion or feeling. Without speaking a word, Issac steps towards Tyrone, his white rattlesnake skin boots clicking the linoleum floor, until his chest is literally about two inches away from CrazyBoy's chest. The albino colossus looms over Crazy Boy, looking down into his upturned face.

Entragian: It's funny that you harp on my injuries, and take no account of the fact that I nearly tore Greyson Blade apart too. That's what the harshness of war will get you, CB,... casualties. You should know that, since you hover around Greyson like a fawning gnat. He's your earth, and you're like a little moon that's always in his orbit.

Issac leans down closer to Tyrone, removing his sunglasses and placing them upon the top of his head. His cold green eyes stare into CB, seeming to reach down into his very soul.

Entragian: And since you brought up the topic of scars...how's your arm doing, kiddo? Stitches come out yet?

Now it's Issac's turn to smirk.

Crazy Boy looks down at his left arm, indeed having a scar on it from the attack that Entragian unleashed a few weeks back. It is jagged and ugly looking, but CB nods as the stitches have been removed. He takes a step back from Isaac and looks up at him, with a frown appearing on his face. He shakes his head slowly and looks intently at the Albino Abomination.

CB: You think you are going to intimidate me, Isaac, you have another thing coming. You can stare into my soul and smirk that smirk all your want, but it isn't going to phase me. You know damn good and well that if you didn't catch me off guard that night, I would have beat you to the ground, Issac. You may have had a war with my mentor and friend, Blade, but you haven't faced ME yet, and believe me Issac, I am more unpredictable and more unorthodox than anyone you will ever meet in that ring.

Crazy Boy takes a couple of steps toward Isaac, nose to nose with him, as he flashes a toothy grin.

CB: The war is just beginning for you, Entragian. Blade is not going to stop until you are nothing but a bloody pulp under his boot, begging for mercy. But how about I just go ahead and do the man a favor and soften you up MYSELF? How about it, Isaac? Or are you too much of a p[beep] to face me?

Tyrone takes a step back and folds his arms across his chest, flicking his blonde hair out of his face as he waits for the response of the Albino Abomination.

Issac appears amused by this show of bravado from Crazy Boy, and once more he closes the distance between them by stepping closer to Tyrone, making him as uncomfortable as possible. He reaches one huge arm up and lays it against the top of one of the soda machines, leaning so close to Tyrone that his sharpened teeth can be heard clicking together when he speaks.

Entragian: This little kitty got claws routine? It's cute Tyrone, but it doesn't affect me in the slightest. I think you and I both know, we just aren't in the same league. HOWEVER, tell you what, I'd be willing to step down from my pillar of dominance and compete WITH a piece of scum like you this ONE time. Just because I'm not going to pass up the chance to show you the TRUE meaning of insanity.

Entragian inhales deeply, trying almost to sniff out the hint of fear radiating off Tyrone.

Entragian: So you want to prove yourself to me? I can understand that. If you can manage to pull your lips away from Greyson Blade's ass long enough to drag your sorry carcass down to the ring on the next edition of Strife, then we've got ourselves a match.

Issac swings his head away from Crazy Boy, then in a rush of unpredictable fury he slams a hand against the soda machine next to Tyrone's shoulder, causing colas and vaults to go flying out of the dispenser. Tyrone takes a cautionary step back, pressing his back against the soda machine and taking up a stance to
defend himself if necessary.

Entragian: One last thing, BOY. The war between Blade and I? You were right about the fact that it's far from over. However this war will only have one conclusion. That being the KING of NO LIMITS ascending right back up to his throne, and stepping over a legend in the process. You and every other man and woman on this roster will bear witness to that. Like I said before, Greyson tore down a machine when he faced me in that cell, and now the engine has gotten an overhaul and an UPGRADE. Woe onto him. And woe...onto you, kiddo.

Issac spins on his heels and hauls his duffel bag back up onto his shoulder, not even sparing CB a parting glance as he continues on down the corridor towards his destination. As soon as CB turns around, he is taken off his feet with a vicious clothesline. Tyrone rolls with the blow and tries to put some space between him and the guy who attacked him. CB looks up and sees none other than Eli Storm. Eli reaches down and grabs a nearby chair. Just as he reaches back to swing, the arena security comes rushing in. Security grabs both men and pulls them towards two separate side of the arena.

Jimmy Yates: Our third match of the night has serious implications for the next pay per view, as the winner of this three-way match gets a spot in the main event for the World Title at that event.

Alan Ducard: The three competitors are X-Calibur, Devastation, and Jake Dominion.

Bryan Harris: If this were up to X-Calibur, it would be just him and Jake Dominion in this match, leaving Devastation on the outside and increasing his odds of winning this match and ending up in the main event at the pay per view, but I don’t agree with that idea at all.

Alan Ducard: Well this match isn’t about the animosity between Jake Dominion and X-Calibur… this match is to decide who gets a shot at the World Title, and Devastation definitely deserves a chance to fight for that opportunity.

Jimmy Yates: A lot of people think that Devastation never actually lost the World Titleback on the first ever broadcast LEGACY show, and after he has competed elsewhere, it’s been more than two years in the making to get Devastation back into a chance where he could get an opportunity to get that belt back.

Bryan Harris: There are a few huge matches left here tonight, and we’re having to cut a couple things short as it is, so instead of going on to talk about this situation even more, let’s get to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

Devastation lifts Jake up onto his shoulders looking to possibly go for an electric chair drop, but X-Calibur is up on the apron on the outside and hops to the top rope and jumps off grabbing the back of Jake's neck for a neck breaker variant as Devastation falls backwards adding more momentum to the move. Devastation rolls over and goes for the pin…

One…

Before the referee can count two, X-Calibur pulls Devastation off of Jake Dominion, breaking up the count. Devastation hops up to his feet but X slides behind and delivers a belly to back suplex barely missing Jake who just moved out of the way. Jake gets up off the mat and takes X-Calibur off his feet with a chop block. Jake grabs the foot looking to follow up with an ankle lock, but X kicks him away. Devastation moves in and grabs Jake from behind with a school boy roll up.

One

Two

Kick out

Alan Ducard: We see Devastation getting in on the action and getting two pinfall attemps in the past few moments, except for that springboard neckbreaker X has been somewhat guarded.

Jimmy Yates: In the early moments of the match X sat back and watched Dev and Jake go at it for the most part watching on like he was trying to make some sort of decision.

Bryan Harris: He was letting the other two men do his dirty work and soften each other up.

All three men are up to there feet and X-Cal and Devastation seem to have made a temporary alliance as they whip Jake into the rope. They go for a double clothesline, but Jake ducks under it rebounds off the otherside and dives through the air with a flying cross body block, but Jake and X catch him, but he thinks quickly throwing a leg behind Devastations head. He sends a quick elbow into X-'s jaw causing X to release him and Jake spins around flipping Devastation over with a head scissors take down.

X grabs Jake and tosses him chest first into the turnbuckles, then takes Dominion and slams his forehead into the top turnbuckle repeatedly as the crowd counts along.

ONE! TWO! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur hesitating at five... Now he turns around, leaving Jake in the corner, and he looks to be going to work on his other opponent.

X-Calibur grabs Devastation by the wrist and whips into the corner, sending him right into Dominion. As Devastation stumbles back towards the middle of the ring, X-Calibur steps in, grabs him and hits a spinning spinebuster that drives Devastation down to the mat in the middle of the ring. X-Calibur makes the cover and hooks the leg as referee Travis Rollins slides in and goes to make the count.

One…

Two…

Having just broken up the count, Jake Dominion grabs X-Calibur, hoists him up off the mat and tosses him inbetween the second and third turnbuckle, shoulder first into the ring post. Moving back over to his other opponent, Jake puts his foot in the middle of Devastation’s chest and shoves him backwards, and then Jake takes a step forward and drops an elbow onto Devastation, then goes for a pin of his own.

One…

Two…

Kick out!

Jake pulls Dev to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Dev blocks it. Jake makes a second attempt but Dev blocks it again. Dev reverses it into a reverse suplex dropping Jake face first in the middle of the ring. X-cal pulls him self free of the turnbuckles and turns around into Devastation who picks him up and slams him face down on top of Jake but facing the opposite way. Dev then steps over top both men hooking Jake's feet under his arms while putting X's arms over his knees and hooking his hands under X's chin.

Alan Ducard: An amaazing feat by Devastation as he locks both of his opponents in submission holds hoping to eliminate them both.

Jimmy Yates: He also has the ref working double time as he runs back and forth to check with both men to see if either one wants to give up

Both men are refusing to give up so Dev just pulls back on Jake's legs and X's neck. Jake reaches forward and is able to grab the bottom rope.

Bryan Harris: Jake grabbed the bottom rope so Dev has to break the hold giving X a get out of jail free card even though he couldn't reach the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: I don't think so Bryan.

Referee Travis Rollins points towards Jake's hand on the ropes and tells Dev to break the hold, and he does sort of. He stands up keeping a hold of X but letting go of jake's legs and elttign them slide free. Dev takes a step forward and then sits back down into the camel clutch. The ref asks him if he wants to give up, but X doesn't respond. The ref raises his arm and it drops once, he rasises it again and it drops a second time. He raises it a third time and it starts to fall but stops half way. X starts to shake and uses the adrenaline to stand straight up and runs backwards raming Devastation back first into the trunbuckles. Dev lets go and X-Calibur falls face first to the mat and uses the bottom rope to try and pull himself to his feet. Jake Dominion also pulls himsel fot his feet

Alan Ducard: All three men giving it their all for a chance at the biggest prize in all of Legacy, the world title.

Devastation wallks out of the turnbuckle and gets an Iced Out superkick, but instead of hitting in the jaw/chin area where the super kick is usually planted it appears Jake has aimed a little lower and nailed Devastation right in the throat.

Alan Ducard: That was totally uncalled for by Dominion.

Bryan Harris: It was an accident, not every move lands exactly perfect int his business. Dominion didn't realize how close Devastation was when he threw that super kick.

Jimmy Yates: Something tells me Dominion knew exactly what he was doing.

Devastation colapased to the mat holding his throat, but Jake pulls him up to his feet and hooks him up in position for the ICE BREAKER fisherman’s swinging neckbreaker, but when he goes to lift Devastation up into the air he is side tackled by X-calibur who mounts him and starts punching him in the face.

Alan Ducard: Jake going for the same move that has put Iley on the shelf for an undertermined amount of time, possibly permentantly.

Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur saw this and wasn't going to allow Dominion to end two carraers, and it looks as if X-Calibur has snapped.

Bryan Harris: What one person gets hurts and Jake Dominion isn't allowed to use the move anymore? You don't see anybody banning the crossface...

The ref warns X-Calibur about using a closed fist, but he keeps wailing on Dominion. The ref starts giving X the five count an X keeps pounding while Jake tries to defend himself. When the ref gets to four X snaps out of it and stands up and grabs Dominion by the legs and locks in an elevated texas clover leaf he calls the legendary pain. The ref checks with Jake to see if he wants to tap out and Jake screams in pain but shakes his head no and reaches towards the ring ropes, but can't reach.

Jake reaches towards the ropes again and is about to tap out when Devastation gets up and hits X-calibur with a spinning ax kick to the head.

Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur may have saved Devastation's carrer and this is how he repays him.

Bryan Harris: Dev feels he was screwed out of the Legacy World Championshp and is willing to risk his career and quite possibly his life to get it back.

Devastation lifts X up onto his shoulders to go for the Decapitator, but X-Calibur slides down his back and rolls him up for a pin attempt.

One

Two

kick out

X-Calibur jumps to his feet and as Dev stands up X springboards off the ropes with the dragon's fist flying forearm knocking Devastation through the ropes to the outside. X- Cal turns around just in time to duck a superkick from Jake Dominion and grab him by the back of the neck and hit the X-Terminator. X quickly hooks the leg as referee Travis Rollins drops to the mat to make the count, the crowd chanting along...

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Getting up to his knees, Travis Rollins signals to the time keeper as the crowd goes wild.

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match and number one contender to the World title... X-Calibur!!

Rollins raises X-Calibur's hand as Devastation looks on upset from the outside and then heads to the back. X-Calibur pulls Jake back up to his feet and is about to hit another X-terminator, but just lets him go and slides out of the ring. He kicks the time keeper table knocking the bell to the floor and then turns and walks quickly to the back.

Alan Ducard: Something is defintely waying heavy on X's mind, this isn't nroamlly how someone acts when they are in line for a world title shot.

Jake Dominion looks on confused as X-Calibur disappears behind the curtain into the back.

The scene heads to the main hallway that passes the locker rooms in the back. Sitting on a small window sill in front of a clear window pane that appears to hold an office room on the other side; is one of LEGACY's newest personnel, the rather unknown Laura Depp. We've seen the brunette a few times previously but there still isn't much known about her. As we see her, as stated, she is seated on this sill facing to our right with her right leg dangling over the edge. She has on red Nike Shoxx and very, very low white anklet socks, jean shorts and a plain purple shirt. Her left hand rests on her left leg, bent at the knee and holds an pear in her right hand that has had a couple bites taken out of it already. After a few seconds, something gets her eye—and we see road agent Preston Thompkins swiftly pass by, looking down at a number of different papers. Laura quickly hops off the sill and lets out a soft “Hey!” to which Preston turns around. He looks up and sees her and quickly snaps his fingers in realization of whom he sees.

Preston Thompkins: Laura Depp!

Laura Depp: (mocking the snapping and realization voice) Preston Thompkins!

Preston Thompkins: (reaches his hand out to shake) How have you been? I was wondering about what you were planning?

Laura Depp: (shakes his hand, then takes a bite of her pear and slightly turns her head to the right with a look of question) Planning?

Preston Thompkins: Yeah—have you decided you'd like to manage?

Laura Depp: (swallowing her pear piece; getting a look that seems to show Preston asked a bad question) MANAGE!? How about, you know....MATCHES!?

Preston Thompkins: Matches? You're a manager here—you don't get in the ring. You're not a wrestling talent.

Laura Depp: (turning her head to look directly in the eye—this is not a friendly look if I do say so) The heck I'm NOT!

Preston Thompkins: According to your contract you aren't.

Laura Depp: (still looking sternly, speaking just as stern) You are incorrect.

Preston Thompkins: (getting a bit nervous) Hey, look—I'm just trying to do my work.

Laura Depp: (takes another bite of her pear; getting a cocky look with a mix of “I'll humor this”) Well, yes, there is one person I've had in mind; but he isn't exactly cooperating right now.

Preston Thompkins: Who is it? Maybe I can try talking to him?

Laura Depp: (getting a smug look as she chews) I'm not telling YOU!

Preston Thompkins: I don't know what to tell you then. If you're looking to manage someone and they won't go for it AND you won't tell me who it is—I don't know if this is going to work.

Laura Depp: (swallows) I'll cut you a deal; get me a match (shrugs) and I'll tell you.

Preston Thompkins: Now come on, Ms. Depp! You aren't a wrestler; you'll get hurt.

Laura Depp: (getting look of fire in her eyes) BULL!! First off, whoever took my signed contract and screwed up, thinking I'm only here to manage—I'm supposed to be in-ring talent too! Secondly—

Preston Thompkins: You'll get hurt though...(Laura cuts him off)

Laura Depp: (mockingly again) You'll get hurt though...(drops the mocking tone) You think I've never wrestled before?

Preston nods and Laura can only be left to do a “face-palm.” She gives a sigh and looks back up.

Laura Depp: You got a roster? (Preston looks through his papers and hands one over. Laura scans it quickly—a few names seem to catch her eye) Maybe you ought to talk to some of these people here. John Iley; Rocky Stellar; Loco Martinez; Chris Turner. They've seen me before. They know what I can do.

Preston Thompkins: How do I know you're even telling the truth on THAT!? What if they all say, “Hey, I have no clue what you're talking about.”

Laura Depp: Then they're purposely not remembering. I was in “the bigs” when they were starting out. John Iley camping out in NYSWF's little training ground while I was already on the big stage there and a few sister federations of it back in the day in 2000. I've done my research around here—I'd tell you ask Ray Willmott about me, since he hired me to be an in-ring talent in a fed he started but, you know—he's dead. The ONLY thing that could be held against me was that I never took a last name then, I was just “Laura.” Turner was in another circuit altogether—I guarantee you if you don't tick him off, he can vouch for me.

Preston Thompkins: (thinking all this over) So you're blackmailing me, basically. In order to get my help, I have to give you a match; which might not be as horrible a thought as it was a couple minutes ago. (Laura responds non-verbally in a way showing “You got it!”) But what if I choose not to get you a match?

Laura Depp: I'm smart. I'll figure things out for myself. If you want to be nice and help—thanks. Otherwise, well, things will get done regardless.

Laura takes another bite of her pear as Preston Thompkins can just shake his head in wonderment of what to do next regarding her as we continue on.

Smith Cartwright stands outside of the arena doors in a similar manner to how he did on the last edition of STRIFE. The only difference now is that, instead of one security guard he has two well-built police officers in their standard blue at his nine o’clock and three o’clock. The fans are all gathered along each of the guard rails entering the arena as various LEGACY personnel, such as Travis Rollins and the lovely Josephina Colbert among other personalities, can be seen entering the building.

Before long, none other than Jean-Gerard Baptiste and two additional finely dressed men make Smith and the officers’ acquaintance. Accompanying him are his sports agent Rodney, wearing a nice dark navy suit and light blue dress shirt visible under his black tie, and another man that comes as a great mystery as his unfamiliar facade is adorned with a brooding black and red Bottega Veneta double breasted suit.

Monsieur, not to be outdone, sports a tan and white Canali suit made of pure cashmere. His black ostrich and alligator framed shades compliment his flowing dark hair and tan skin, as well as his black John Lobb shoes. Rodney sniggers to himself alongside Monsieur, who also finds the silent foray in front of him quite amusing.

Smith Cartwright: Funny seeing you here, Baptiste.

Monsieur Baptiste: Eez eet now?

Smith Cartwright: It is, because I’ve instructed local authorities to put you in jail for trespassing if you tried to enter this arena. So, before I make good on my promise I suggest you and your entourage do an about face and march on out of here. I’m not jeopardizing a single minute of this SuperCard tonight by having you show up and embarrass this company again.

Rodney: Actually? I think we’ll just let ourselves in..

Smith takes a quick look at the man standing next to Monsieur Baptiste and darts his attention over to Rodney.

Smith Cartwright: Who is this?

Rodney: Legally, I’m not at liberty to reveal his identity on camera until he so chooses to. Suffice it to say though, I think you know who this is.

Smith doesn’t say anything for a few moments. Looking the man up and down who in turn stares unwaveringly through Cartwright, Smith finally continues.

Smith Cartwright: That’s not...

Rodney: Yeah. It is. I told you it was the mistake of a lifetime to discriminate against one of your employees, Mr. Cartwright... and you didn’t listen to me.

Smith Cartwright: I... didn’t discriminate. I was protecting LEGACY from the likes of -

Rodney: The likes of what?! His kind?! Spare me with your bigotism. If you want to keep your job past today, I suggest you allow my client inside the building tonight so he can discuss business with Mr. Belote.

Rodney sneers and pats Baptiste on the shoulder.

Rodney: Believe me, Mr. Cartwright. I always make good on MY promises.

Smith quivers with anger as Baptiste stands right in the face of Cartwright.

Monsieur Baptiste: I am done playeeng nice. Eef you or anyone steps een moi’s way? Zen I wheel... how you say?

Baptiste looks at the police officers all readying to unstrap their mace holsters.

Monsieur Baptiste: Zen I wheel make you moi’s beach. Because I am ze Icon Internationale... and eet eez only a mattair of time before moi eez ze sham-pee-ohn I have said I would be all along.

Monsieur Baptiste steps forwards and gazes into Smith’s eyes with such intensity that he nearly burns a hole through Cartwright.

Monsieur Baptiste: Au Revoir!

Rodney can’t help but laugh as Cartwright stands there frozen, able to do nothing as Monsieur Baptiste and company then sidestep Cartwright and the police officers into the building.

Officer # 1: Sir? Do you want us to take ‘em down town?

Officer # 2: We can if you want us to. You could make the case that what he just did was a threat…

Cartwright sighs in frustration.

Smith Cartwright: No. You guys can go...

Cartwright turns towards the doors to the building and walks in, shaking his head as he goes in.

Alan Ducard: Our fourth match of the evening and the first of two main events is a match for the World Championship, as Crash attempts to defend his title against Cronos Diamante.

Jimmy Yates: Ever since the pre-show prior to GLIMMER OF HOPE, there has been speculation that Cronos Diamante might be a member of The Diabolik, and I see this match as a shining indicator of whether or not he is a member.

Bryan Harris: Some people have said that he can’t be a member of the group based on how Crash has challenged him and talked about him this past week… others have said that Crash is looking to get an easy title defense if Cronos will just lay down for him or not try as hard as another opponent might… and others are saying that maybe Crash and the Diabolik aren’t on the same page… I say all those people are full of crap and don’t know what they’re talking about.

Alan Ducard: Well in the past couple weeks, we’ve seen Big Lou show up at a diner where Cronos Diamante ended up at just moments later, and when he heard the news, Cronos didn’t seem phased by it… we also saw Big Lou and Crash talk about the fact that no one’s going to be interfering in this match, that Crash is going to go at it alone…

Jimmy Yates: All of this, and the World Championship is on the line… In fact, I talked to Smith Cartwright, and he told me that with the potential for something crazy happening with Cronos Diamante possibly being a part of the Diabolik, that’s why this match was made to go in the middle of the show despite the fact that LEGACY’s top championship belt is on the line.

Bryan Harris: We got plenty of stuff going down tonight, so enough talk, fellas, let’s get to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

Cronos rocks Crash back a step with a hard right hand, then turns around and runs into the ropes. Bouncing off with momentum, Cronos tries for a clothesline, but Crash ducks underneath it, and Diamante keeps running. On the return, Crash hoists Cronos up off his feet, spins around and drives Diamante down into the mat backfirst.

Bryan Harris: That, folks, is how a spinebuster is meant to be done!

Alan Ducard: Without a doubt that’s a move Crash has perfected over the years to help him get this far, and I’d be surprised if Cronos isn’t feeling that one tomorrow.

Jimmy Yates: The real question at this point is whether or not Cronos is going to have the World Title when he wakes up tomorrow.

Dropping to his knees, Crash begins pounding down into Cronos’ face with hard right hands before grabbing him by the head and lifting him up off the mat. Backing Cronos into the nearest corner, Crash takes his opponent by the arm and begins to go for an irish whip, but he pivots his feet and sends Diamante right back into the nearest corner chest first.

Not wasting a bit of time, Crash ducks his head and drives his shoulder into the small of Cronos’ back with the help of his hands on the middle rope on either side of Diamante. After four such shoulder thrusts, Crash hoists Cronos up onto the top rope, then follows up after him. Crash grabs Cronos and tries to lift him up off the turnbuckle to go for a move, but he’s rocked back as Diamante throws his arm back and connects with an elbow shot.

Alan Ducard: Wicked elbow there by Cronos as he looks to avoid whatever Crash is about to attempt.

Bryan Harris: Doesn’t look like it deterred the World Champ at all!

Releasing his grasp for a moment, Crash fires in with a forearm shot to the back of Cronos’ neck, then grabs him, hoists him up and falls backwards towards the ring, dropping Diamante down onto his back with a super backdrop.

Crash slowly gets up to his feet and then stomps down ton Cronos’ shoulder a couple times before reaching down and hoisting Diamante back up to his feet. Hooking Cronos’ head underneath his arm, Crash grabs Cronos by the waistband of his pants and tries to hoist him up off the mat, but he’s met with a knee to the ribs. Diamante switches roles with Crash as he locks Crash’s head under his arm, then hoists the World Champion up off his feet into a vertical suplex, then simply drops him forward.

Jimmy Yates: Oh my God! Crash landing violently on his neck and shoulders… nice move by Cronos!

Alan Ducard: If he wants to bring home that gold, he’s going to have to do a little more than just that.

Holding his neck, Crash flips himself over onto his stomach and starts to get up off the mat, dazed from having landed awkwardly. The fans get excited as Cronos starts to move in behind the World Champion…

Jimmy Yates: Could it be that Cronos is about to go for the Ne-Han?! I think he is!

Bryan Harris: Don’t get too excited until he locks it on, Jimbo!

Slipping his opponent into a half-nelson, Cronos tries to get his other arm locked in, but Crash is able to block it, and he bends down to the side and hoists Cronos up onto his shoulders, then dives to the side and connects with a death valley driver. Flopping his body over, Crash reaches across and tries to hook the leg as Ross Quatro gets into position to make the count.

One…

Two…

NO!! Cronos shoulders out!

Alan Ducard: A nearfall by Crash, and you get the idea that both of these men are going to continue fighting each other tooth-and-nail with everything they’ve got until they have no more left to give.

Bryan Harris: I can guarantee you that it’s going to be Cronos who ends up without anything left in the tank first!

Pulling his opponent up off the mat, Crash grabs around Cronos’ body, locking his hands behind Diamante’s back, then he heaves Cronos up and over his head, sending him down to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Getting to his knees, Crash watches as Cronos stirs, trying to get up. Putting his feet underneath of him, Crash grabs Cronos and tries to pull him up with him. A sudden burst of energy, Cronos fires upwards with an uppercut. Catching him right on the jaw, Crash staggers backwards a couple steps, holding the side of his mouth as he spits up a little blood.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like Crash might’ve lost a tooth!

Reaching out, Cronos grabs Crash by the arm, twists, and sends the World Champion down to the mat with a dragon screw armdrag. As both men try to get back to their feet, Cronos swings his legs around and puts Crash back onto the mat with a knee sweep. Getting his feet back underneath him, Diamante stands up just long enough to swing his momentum sideways to put enough pop into an elbow drop which catches Crash directly into the center of his chest.

Alan Ducard: Cronos firmly in control, now, and he’s taking a step back, and from his stance, I think it’s highly possible we’re about to see his Countdown to Extinction kicking combination!

Struggling, Crash tries to get to his feet, but Cronos kicks him in the back of the knee, sending the World Champion down into a kneeling position. Another kick catches Crash in the gut, and then Diamante swings around with the original leg and catches Crash flush on the back. A roundhouse kick from Cronos aimed at Crash’s head misses its mark, though, as Crash has just enough energy to spin to the side, getting down onto his back on the mat, and then he rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Bryan Harris: Smart, smart move by Crash, and that’s just one of the things that shows you how great our World Champion is here in LEGACY. He knows when to bail out of a bad situation and regroup.

Jimmy Yates: Sounds more like a coward to me, Bryan.

Alan Ducard: It takes all kinds of strategy.

Suddenly there’s a commotion in the crowd and the view switches to a nearby camera, which shows Gryffin Anselm, dressed in a pair of black cargo pants and a white tanktop, hop the guardrail. Sliding into the ring, Anselm gets to his feet before Cronos even knows he’s there. Referee Ross Quatro spots Gryffin entering the ring, and he is quick to turn his head. With Diamante’s attention on Crash who is getting back up onto the apron, he doesn’t know Gryffin is there until he’s struck from behind with a hard double axehandle smash. As the boos pour in, Anselm hoists Cronos up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position, then whips him over and down to the mat with a Michinoku Driver!

Jimmy Yates: Devastator by Gryffin Anselm, and Ross Quatro isn’t doing a damn thing about it!!

Bryan Harris: He can’t do anything about it, he hasn’t seen anything illegal!

With a very confused look on his face, Crash reenters the ring, watching as Gryffin kicks Cronos in the face. As Crash approaches Anselm, Gryffin turns his attention on the World Champion and shoves him back a step. Still confused as to what’s going on, Crash watches as Gryffin walks over and takes a wad of cash out of his pocket, handing it to Ross Quatro before heading out onto the apron.

Alan Ducard: Did Gryffin Anselm… did he just PAY OFF a referee?!

Jimmy Yates: You’re damn right that’s what he did!!

Still looking surprised, Crash doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, and he simply reaches down and lifts Cronos up off the mat, hoists him up into the air, spins around and hits the Aero Zeppelin Driver tombstone, planting Diamante’s head down into the mat. Before Crash can even cover his opponent, Ross Quatro is down on the mat, anticipating the pinfall.

One…

Two…

Three.

As Ross Quatro calls for the bell, the intensity of the boos gets louder and louder, the noise coming from all corners of the arena, nearly drowning out the official announcement.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner as a result of a pinfall and STILL World Champion…. Crrrrrash!!!

Bryan Harris: Beautiful title defense there by Crash over fellow veteran Cronos Diamante…

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, but with an assist from Gryffin Anselm!

Alan Ducard: I would say that what we just saw should end all talk about Cronos being a part of The Diabolik, but to be honest, with the look on Crash’s face… I’m not sure what’s going on…

Jimmy Yates: And neither does Crash, for that matter!

His hand raised in victory, Crash takes the belt from Ross Quatro and puts it on his shoulder. The confused look still on his face, Crash walks over to the ropes and looks up the entrance ramp and watches Gryffin Anselm as he heads back through the curtain.

Alan Ducard: Is it maybe a little strange that Gryffin Anselm isn’t sticking around to celebrate the victory?

Bryan Harris: Maybe he has other things going on, Alan. He hasn’t been around for a month, he might have people to catch up with! You heard Big Lou mention that he hadn’t seen Gryffin since his elimination from the Co-Op Challenge…

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, this all smells a little fishy, especially with Gryffin shoving Crash before leaving the ring…

Alan Ducard: There were some cryptic remarks from Big Lou recently… do you suppose that maybe Gryffin Anselm is no longer with The Diabolik…?

Bryan Harris: I guess anything’s possible, Al…

Jimmy Yates: That would still leave room for Cronos Diamante to be a member… Maybe Gryffin found out that Cronos took his place in the group after their respective showings in the Co-Op Challenge?

Bryan Harris: I find it very hard to believe that the Diabolik would get rid of Gryffin Anselm.

Alan Ducard: I guess we’ll just have to wait to find out…

The camera fades to the backstage where Chris Turner busts out of his locker room.

Chris Turner: GOD DAMN IT REVEREND! SHUT THE HELL UP! Your annoying the hell out of me.

Damien Black follows Turner out of the locker room.

Chris Turner: Don't even bother dude... I'm not in the mood to hear your grunts and groans right now! We have a main event match tonight! The only person who has a BETTER match then us is my cousin! We should be preparing, not listening to that asshole going on and on and on about f*cking finding the center of hate or whatever that sh!t was he is spewing. GOD DAMN!

He turns around and start to walk again, and this time comes face to face with some else hes not in the mood for. Laura Depp who is still dressed n a purple short-sleeve shirt, jean shorts and red Nike Shoxx
and either wears no socks or has on extremely low-cut anklet socks, her hair in a small ponytail.

Chris Turner: And I'm DEFINATELY not in the mood for this sh!t again...

He turns on his heels and turns another direction, no Laura AND Damien Black following after him.

Laura: Chris! Hey, hold on!

Chris Turner: Go wink at a garden hose!

He comes at a crossroads in the hallway, and looks around to see which way to go. Then he decides and turns left.... Laura and Damien Black follow. Chris then realizes neither of them are going to stop and he
stops, causing Laura to bump into Turner, and then causing Black who isn't paying any REAL attention to bump into Laura. Turner then turns around and stares at both of them.

Chris Turner: WHAT?

Laura gets a small look of a mix of surprise and fright, not expecting that sort of reaction.

Laura: Can you and I PLEASE talk?

Chris Turner: Fine! You have 1 minute to talk before I let Damien get his hands on you.

Damien reaches but Turner smacks his hand away.

Chris Turner: I said a minute!

Black grunts.

Laura gives a look of frustration and lets out a sigh of disappointment; that's not what she wanted to hear

Laura: Look--I'd rather do this in private. I just want to talk about 4 years ago.

Chris Turner: This is as private as your going to get b*tch..... Damien is my Best friend... Well... Well my budd... He.... Well. Damien give us 45 seconds.. I'll call you when I need you.

Turner grabs Laura and pulls her into an empty boiler room.

Chris Turner: Now talk! I don't have all day!

Laura: Look, you're going to be like this? Fine. I'd rather you give full time to hear my side of the story; but you know what? This'll do for now. (her voice going to a calm tone; almost one including sorrow)
Chris, I was a jerk back then. I didn't really realize how super-serious everything was. I was having a great time, but I just wasn't expecting it all to evolve so fast.

Chris Turner: FAST? It evolved like evolution...

Chris stops and thinks about that for a moment.

Chris Turner: We tagged for like what... A year? And then we dated for a year... You met my psycho mom... I showed you the psych ward where I stayed as a kid. How is that FAST?

Laura: You KNOW what I had gone through in my previous relationship. You’re forcing things on me--you had to know better than that. But, you know what? (blinks a couple times, still holding the sorrow in her voice) I was a jerk for blowing you off. I had it great with you. YOU ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT ME!

Chris Turner: But just so we are all clear.... It's CARED about you... Past tense... GOT THAT?

Laura: (giving a look of "I know better") You know that's not true. Look at you; all defensive whenever you see me.

Chris Turner: Defensive? Yeah, because I'M TRYING NOT TO KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!! I thought you were dead! Like Rocky Stellar's Career! Stephen took me BACK to the place because of it. They made me wear a leather mask! They made fun of me... They called me Mankind! You know how much that hurt.

He stares at her and then grabs her throat.

Chris Turner: Feel that! Feel the air escaping your throat... What runs through my mind anytime I even hear your name is to experience you feel the pain that you are feeling right now. And it's a rush! It feels great! So.... YOUR WRONG! I don't have any feelings for you! The only thing I can feel now is other peoples pain that I inflict upon them! Your FAULT!

He throws her against the wall and then leans in close to her ear.

Chris Turner: If you come near me again, I'll rip out all of your hair, drink your blood, and use your p*ssy as a beer cozy!

He slams her head into the wall one last time and walks away.

He stops at the door.

Chris Turner: I'll do you ONE favor though... I'll Leave Damien out of this!

He opens the door and slams it behind him.

Eli Storm is seen pacing his locker room. Eli is visible upset. Storm is about to punch the wall, when he hears a knock at his door.

Eli Storm: Go away, I’m not in the mood right now.

*Knock, Knock*

Storm: I said…I’m not in the mood right now…

Storm goes to open the door, but it goes flying open on it’s on…nailing Storm in the head. Storm stumbles back and in rushes Crazy Boy, who spears Storm into the wall. Both men start exchanging lefts and right, as they roll around on the floor. Suddenly you can hear Smith Cartwright’s voice boom from behind.

Smith Cartwright: That’s it…break these two up right now!!!

Security rushes in and splits the two up from one another, but Smith isn’t done.

Smith Cartwright: We can’t be having this kind of thing in this locker room!

Smith looks at Eli, who is being held back by three security team members, and then over at Crazy Boy, who is being paid the same attention.

Smith Cartwright: You two want to fight? You can do it in the ring TONIGHT!

Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, have we got a match in store for you now, the second championship match of the night!

Jimmy Yates: This one could get REAL personal Alan, because these two men have no love loss for each other.

Bryan Harris: Considering they're competing under a No Limits Stipulation, it's sure to be a brutal affair, and in my view that favors The Angel of Violence.

Alan Ducard: You need to remember Bryan, Greyson Blade isn't just jumping into this match for the hell of it. He feels as though he's been disrespected by Allocca, based on Greg's continued assaults against him as Blade has struggled to contend with Issac Entragian in recent weeks.

Jimmy Yates: Face it guys, Allocca hawked up a big glob of snot, and spat it all over Blade's integrity. He's had a large hand in tormenting Blade along with Issac, and now Greyson is out for some swift vengeance. It's justified, if you ask me.

Bryan Harris: Who was asking you? Greg Allocca sees Issac Entragian as something of an idol to him, in all his sick depravity he's found a human DEMON that he can relate to, so don't you think he's going to have that man's back at every possible turn? It's called friendship, something BOTH of you know nothing about.

Alan Ducard: I know one thing gentlemen. Allocca is not small potatoes by any means, this is a man who has a CONFIRMED victory over the current Number One Contender to the World Title - X-Calibur, and it was in a match which was contested under No Limits rules. Perhaps Greg looks to take down another legend tonight, in the form of The Outlaw, and take the No Limits Championship in the process?

Bryan Harris: I could see it happening. These men have a major contrast in styles, Greg likes to take it to the skies and go daredevil on his opponents, while Blade prefers more of a hard-hitting, grounded attack. It was interesting to see how these two would clash...

Jimmy Yates: Did Greyson Blade taste revenge tonight? Or did The Angel of Violence sweep downward and rip out another opponent's soul and walk away with the No Limits Championship? Let's roll the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

Greg lays into Blade with a barrage of knife edge chops, then he hits the ropes, and Greyson races to meet him with a jumping knee to the chest. Allocca goes down hard, and The Outlaw takes advantage with a stiff elbow drop directed into the black heart of The Angel of Violence. Blade is up quick, dragging Greg back to his feet and cinching in a front facelock. Greyson hauls Greg's weight up and holds him in the suplex position, remaining in that position for a few moments to allow the blood to rush to Greg's head. After stalling to the amazement of the crowd, Greyson falls back and suplexes Allocca into the canvas with AUTHORITY.

Alan Ducard: Greyson has been on high offense every since this one got under way. He's bringing his best tonight, obviously not underestimating Allocca.

Bryan Harris: For good reason Ducard. Blade knows if Allocca can beat X-Calibur, then it's highly possible that he'd be able to pin Greyson's shoulders to the mat as well.

Jimmy Yates: Allocca's showing signs of life...

Greg has made his way back up to his feet, still groggy from the effects of the suplex. Blade charges towards him, but at the last moment Greg takes him down with a drop toe-hold, forcing Blade's face to smash against the bottom turnbuckle pad. Greg reacts to this like a starved scavenger, slamming down stomps into The Outlaw's back as he struggles to push up to his feet. Greyson makes it up, and spins around with a hook punch that misses it's target. Allocca ducks under the shot and starts to lay into Greyson with rapid fire punches to the body, his hands moving so fast it's like watching a living blur. Blade attempts an overhand chop, but Greg dances back and jumps up, snapping both feet into Greyson's chest with a somersaulting dropkick. Blade takes the brunt of this, the wind momentarily knocked out of him, he slouches down to a sitting position against the turnbuckles.

Bryan Harris: Allocca flipped all the way back after that dropkick and landed on his godforsaken feet! This guy has the reflexes of a cat. The Outlaw doesn't know the mess he's gotten himself into.

Jimmy Yates: Facing off against a practically invincible monster like Entragian is bad enough, but now Blade is having to contend with his psychopath assassin too. I think it's safe to say Blade ain't having such a good month..

Alan Ducard: Greg needs to keep up this pace. The faster things go, the more in tune with the fight he'll be. Greyson prefers a calculated power game, but Greg needs to be careful, because Greyson has been known to unleash the occasional burst of speed himself.

Greg has rolled out of the ring, and digging beneath the ring canvas he'd brought up a kendo stick. The Angel of Violence slides back in under the bottom rope, rotating the kendo stick in one hand like a martial arts expert. Greyson sees what's coming his way, and reaching up and grabbing the top rope he pulls himself to a vertical base. Blade runs forward, looking for a wicked clothesline, but Greg baseball slides right between his legs and hops up to his feet at Greyson's back. He drops down and kips off a spectacular shot to the back of Greyson's knee, the sound of wood meeting flesh washing over the arena.

Jimmy Yates: OWWWW. That sounded unpleasant.

Greyson falls down to one knee, groaning against the pain. Greg moves around to Greyson's front, and seeing the position he's in, the much smaller superstar steps onto one of The Outlaw's shoulders and snaps off a high impact kick into the side of Greyson's head.

Alan Ducard: SHINING WIZARD!

Bryan Harris: That was a sick shot. Sounded even worse than the kendo blast.

Somehow, by sheer determination perhaps, Blade doesn't fall all the way down, instead as he slumps forward he catches himself with one hand planted against the mat. The Angel of Violence, who has yet to release the kendo stick, takes advantage of this by leaping up and laying the stick under his leg mid-flight, then proceeding to crash down on the back of Greyson's neck with a modified leg drop. The kendo stick snaps into splinters after the impact, and The Outlaw falls face first into the canvas.

Bryan Harris: Shameless innovation displayed on the part of Allocca. He might be one of the smaller men on the roster, but he's much like a Tasmanian devil, vicious to the core.

Jimmy Yates: Greg knows how to use every part of his body as a weapon. In this case he took a pre-existing weapon and used it in unison with his own body, and you see the damage was done.

Allocca tries to drag Blade's near three hundred pound girth up, but he slips and falls back to the canvas. On the second attempt Greg lifts the big man up, then locks both arms around the back of his neck and drops to both knees, hitting a sick jawbreaker. Greyson staggers back, holding his jaw, and The Angel of Violence rushes forward and goes for a roundhouse kick. Blade throws up a forearm and blocks it, and in Greg's distraction Greyson scoops him up and holds him against his chest. The Outlaw walks towards the center of the ring, then drops to one knee, slamming Greg's torso against his kneecap with a devastating ribbreaker.

Alan Ducard: Greyson putting some torque into Greg's very core. If his ribs become damaged I can't see Allocca leaping and flying around the ring like usual, this is good strategy.

Jimmy Yates: Look now at that phenomenal strength utilized by Greyson Blade, even after the ribbreaker he did NOT release Greg from his grip.

Greyson pushes back up to his feet while still holding Allocca, then in a stunning show of power he flings Greg's near two hundred pound frame backwards with a fallaway slam. There is so much velocity to the move that Greg soars right over the top rope and out of the ring, coming to an unceremonious crash against part of the security railing on the outside.

Bryan Harris: The Angel flew, but not gracefully. That was like watching a plane go down in flames.

Greyson follows his opponent out of the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and pulling Greg up to his feet. The Outlaw rears down and bucks a shoulder into Greg's gut, driving him against the security railing, then he grabs hold of a wrist and irish whips him into the steel steps, the top set of steps coming unhitched from the sheer impact. Blade moves over, picking up the steel steps and raising them up over his head to crush down against Allocca, but Greg surprises Blade with a backwards mule kick, forcing the steps to smash Greyson in the face and knock him backwards. The Outlaw nearly falls, but he manages to slump against
the side of the ring to keep his footing. Meanwhile Allocca has crawled under the ring, and he comes out with a steel chair in hand. Allocca gets a running start and drills the side of the chair into Greyson's ribs, then pulling back he gives Blade a pot shot right in the stomach with the flat edge of the chair. Allocca slides the chair into the ring, and focuses on Blade next, grabbing him by the hair and pushing him into the ring under the bottom rope.

Bryan Harris: And just like that, The Angel of Violence is back in control. I sense the fall of ANOTHER legend tonight, courtesy of Greg Allocca.

Alan Ducard: You have to wonder if somewhere in this building Entragian is watching this. What are his thoughts on seeing such a violent affair?

Bryan Harris: I'm sure Issac has a BIG old grin on his face right now. This man has caused him nothing but strife, and now he's seeing The Outlaw being annihilated by his deranged devotee. If I was Issac, I'd be ecstatic.

Greyson gets up to his hands and knees near the ropes, wobbly in gaining his footing and spinning around in search of his adversary. Allocca sees his victim rise, and The Angel jumps up and springboards off the second rope, drilling Greyson in the face with a leaping forearm shot. Blade staggers back against the ropes, but then in a surprise burst of speed he runs forward and takes Greg down with a hard shoulder block. Greg pops right back up, and Greyson's there to meet him with strong right hands. After absorbing several hits, Greyson's irish whips a dazed Allocca into the ropes and on the rebound he pulls him up onto his shoulders and falls back with a Samoan drop.

Alan Ducard: Blade just hit The Outlaw Drop, and in the drop of a dime the tide has turned. Blade's shifted this match into a lower gear, and Greg isn't fairing so well.

Bryan Harris: Come on Allocca! Push this baby back up to 100mph like before.

Jimmy Yates: Blade has found his opening, and it appears as though he'll not let it slip through his fingers.

Blade walks over to the ropes and climbs out through the middle rope, landing on the mats outside and heading over to the timekeepers table. Greyson reaches under a cloth next to the table and pulls out a sledgehammer, holding it in both hands and nodding his head as if forecasting a bad omen. Greyson climbs back into the ring with sledge in hand, and he motions to Greg who's still laid out, the universal sign of COME THE HELL ON.

Jimmy Yates: Blade just brought out the heavy artillery. Just one shot from that sledge could be VERY bad for Allocca.

Greg has rolled to his side, and is just starting to struggle to his knees. He sees what hardware Greyson is packing, and in desperation he snags up the steel chair laying a few feet away from him. Greyson charges, swinging the sledgehammer in a high arc towards Greg's head, and Allocca holds the steel chair up like a shield. The head of the hammer smashes against the steel of thechair, and the force of the blow causes the chair to smash back down into Greg's face. The metal crunches against his nose awkwardly, causing a flood of crimson to be unleashed from one nostril. The chair drops to the mat, and Greg is left on his knees, leaning backwards as though he could fall at any moment. The Outlaw doesn't allow this, instead he pulls Greg's head between his legs, and once in a headscissors predicament, Greyson hauls Greg up onto his shoulders and turns towards the center of the ring. Despite his wounded state Allocca fires down punches into Greyson's forehead, but undeterred, Blade sits out and crushes Greg's back into the canvas with a massive powerbomb.

Jimmy Yates: MY GOD what an onslaught. The sledgehammer attack along with that powerbomb, I don't think Allocca could even still be breathing.

Greyson drops down and hooks a leg, rearing back while gritting his teeth.

ONE.

TWO.

TH-NOOOOOOOO!

Allocca kicks out somehow, and even manages to fling a weak elbow shot into the side of Greyson's cheek. Both men roll away from each other. Greyson gains a vertical base near one turnbuckle, and immediately crouches down into a sprinters stance. He waits for Greg to rise, then launches himself across the ring, thinking KILLSHOT. Greg's reaction is timed perfectly, for just as Greyson slams into his torso Greg wraps an arm around his neck and snaps backwards, drilling Blade's head RIGHT into the steel chair with a shocking DDT.

Alan Ducard: ALLOCCA COUNTERED! That Killshot turned rotten for Blade, and now some blood is seeping from a cut just below The Outlaw's left eye.

Bryan Harris: That's one of the cuts he suffered in his cell match with Issac, reopened thanks to that impressive DDT.

Greg staggers towards the ropes, while at the same time reaching into his tights and pulling out a pair of brass knuckles. A positively evil smile crosses Allocca's features as he begins to ascend the turnbuckle, holding his right fist outward for all the world to see.

Bryan Harris: Allocca's gotta be thinking METALFIST here. If he lands this 450 fist drop, along with those knucks, Blade is done. Stick a freakin' fork in him.

Greyson is lying on his back, totally motionless, as Greg perches and prepares for flight. In a beautiful leap, Allocca flips downward from the turnbuckle and lands his 450 fist drop, slamming the brass knuckles against the skull of Greyson Blade. Greg shakes his right arm about, the hand having been stunned from the move, then he drapes himself over Blade's broken body.

ONE.

TWO.

THR-NOOOOOOOOOO!

Blade pops a shoulder up, awakening the crowd with triumphant cheers in the process.

Jimmy Yates: Wow. I legitimately thought that was over. Allocca got ALL of that one.

Alan Ducard: Once more we bear witness to the incredible resilience that the Outlaw embodies. As long as his heart is still in it, the fight is still on.

By some miracle, Greyson has pushed up to a knee, and Greg is on the other side of the ring willing himself to stand with the help of the ropes. Greg turns and sees Blade up, and he races forward and swings with that right hand, looking to connect again with the brass knuckles. Blade shoots up an arm and blocks the shot, and in turn wrenches in a hammerlock on Greg's arm, causing the knucks to slide off and drop against the canvas. Blade wrenches Greg's arm in another direction and swings him around so that he's facing front, then Blade grabs hold of him and powers him up, and then right back down with a ring-rocking spinebuster.

Alan Ducard: I believe Blade calls that one Shades of Grey, and it appears to have eliminated Allocca, at least for the moment.

Bryan Harris: Don't count out an Angel, Ducard. Don't you English folk ever read your Bible?? Just you wait. Greg will spread his wings again before this one is over.

Blade draws in a deep breath, and leans down to pick Greg up, but he's met with a boot right to the testicles. Having just pistoned his foot into Blade's nether regions, Allocca struggles to his feet while Blade is caught in a web of manly suffering. Allocca moves behind Blade, and then dives forward in a flipping motion, while grabbing Greyson's head and taking him down to the mat with a neckbreaker. Once Greg has Blade down on his back, The Angel of Violence does a handspring and uses his downward momentum to crush both knees into Greyson's gut. Blade lets out a whoosh of air in a choked cough, his hands going down to cradle his stomach.

Jimmy Yates: Greg's trying to turn things up a notch once more, but is it too late in the game?

Bryan Harris: Nah Jimmy. Still plenty of time for Greyson to get what's coming to him.

Allocca eyes up that bent steel chair once more, and with evil intentions in mind he takes hold of it and lays it across Blade's chest. Greg sets his gaze skyward, and starts towards one of the corner turnbuckles. In a few swift movements Allocca sits perched atop the turnbuckle, then he stands fully erect while looking down at his opponent. The Angel of Violence makes a final cut throat gesture, then spread his wings and flies.

Greyson reacts just in time, rolling out of the way as Greg comes flying off the top rope, going for Condemning, moving the chair into Allocca’s path, and The Angel of Violence comes crashing down hard onto the foreign object.

Jimmy Yates: The Angel has broken it's wings!

Alan Ducard: Allocca has drawn up into a fetal position on the mat, so something must be hurting him BAD.

Allocca tries to force himself up off the mat, holding his right arm cradled against his body, the elbow specifically. Greg takes a blind step towards Greyson, who's standing tall, and Blade plants both palms into his chest and pushes him back forcefully. Greg hits the ropes with his back, and staggers forward right into a DRILLING shoulder to the abdomen that hits him so hard you can practically see sweat fly
off his brow.

Jimmy Yates: KILLSHOT. That was better than any hit I've EVER seen performed on a football field.

Alan Ducard: This is dynamic. That spear cut Allocca in half, I can't see him making a comeback.

Greyson drops down to his knees, then takes hold of Greg's right arm and pulls it across his throat, and with his other hand he hooks a leg for the pin.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Travis Rollins jumps up and signals to the timekeeper, and the bell is rung loud and true.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner and STILL NO LIMITS CHAMPION… “The Outlaw” GREYSON BLADE!!!

Blade struggles to his feet, pumping one fist towards the heavens. The referee runs over and thrusts the No Limit Championship into his hands, and Greyson unsnaps it and raises it above his head. The fans shake the arena with a titanic ovation, as Greyson climbs one of the turnbuckles and swings the No Limit Title one from fist, displaying it for the crowd to see.

Alan Ducard: Blade really taking in the fans reaction here, and they love seeing The Outlaw retain his gold.

Jimmy Yates: Oh no doubt about it, Alan, and I think- - - WHAT THE HELL!

As Blade leaps down from the turnbuckle and turns around he's met with a mind-numbing chairshot right to the skull. Allocca is a wreck, but he's up and still just as venomous as ever. Blade falls forward and Greg starts to rain down upon him with calculated stomps, hitting his every visible appendage.

Alan Ducard: Talk about a sore loser. This is a mugging. Allocca needs to learn to control himself!

Jimmy Yates: This looks bad for Greyson, guys. REALLY bad.

Just as Jimmy speaks these words, as if on cue, the arena falls dark for a moment. As the lights return Blue Oyster Cult's “Don’t Fear The Reaper” blasts out from the arena audio system. Issac Entragian emerges from the back and begins to stalk down the ramp, his face like ivory stone. The huge albino is wearing the same casual attire as he wore earlier during his encounter with Tyrone Smith, and he seems to be walking with a purpose tonight.

Bryan Harris: Looks like things just got a WHOLE HELLUVA LOT WORSE.

Timed blasts of flame shoot up from each side along the ramp, marking Issac's stride as he heads towards the ring. Twisted images of the most macabre variety broadcast on the LEGACY video screen, with the video pausing on the image of an ancient cross covered in barbwire. Allocca has noted Issac's arrival, and has started to lay into Greyson with renewed vigor, as if to impress his idol.

Jimmy Yates: Someone needs to get out here. It's bad enough having Allocca tearing into you, but having a monster like Entragian helping him is simply criminal.

Alan Ducard: I have a bad feeling that Greyson won't be walking out of this arena tonight, folks.

Entragian has reached the ring now, and he proceeds to climb up onto the apron and enter the ring by stepping over the top rope. At this point Greyson is a bloody mess, yet he's managed to get up to both knees in the center of the ring. Crimson drips from a slash on his forehead, and he appears to have no idea where he is. Allocca is circling him like a vulture, a twisted smile on his face as he looks to Issac, then back to Greyson.

Issac steps towards where Greyson kneels, and it's an ominous sight to see the champion unknowingly kneeling before his fierce rival. Issac remains stoic, like a sentinel, his features showing only unreadable coldness. Allocca on the other hand is like a living oven, he's fuming as he goes to stand to the side of Issac. Greg throws Issac a devious glance, then takes up a stance as though he's about to throw a side kick into Blade's temple. Issac's green eyes fall upon Greg, but he gives no signal to deliver a blow. Nothing but silence from Entragian.

Bryan Harris: These two are gonna murder this self-righteous “legend”… and I can't wait!

Jimmy Yates: You're sick, Bry. I have no idea what these two freaks have in mind, but I know whatever it is, it's going to be inhuman.

Losing patience by the second, Greg rears back and swings a high kick towards the skull of Greyson Blade, who is unable to defend himself. When Greg's boot is just inches away from connecting with Blade's head, Issac shoots out a hand and catches him by the ankle. Greg hops on one foot, cocking his head in a quizzical manner as if to say “What the hell?” Issac responds with a curt shake of the head, his emerald gaze like ice. He flicks a hand out to a cameraman, and a microphone is tossed into his awaiting hand. Issac holds the mic in one hand, and Greg's ankle in the other. Allocca manages to keep his balance, but it's obvious that he's flustered. The crowd is stunned, unsure of what's going on.

Alan Ducard: What in the name of god is going on here? Did I just see Issac STOP Allocca from continuing this assault on Blade?

Bryan Harris: No. It can't be. There's gotta be some other explanation for this...

Jimmy Yates: Seeing is believing, boys. I'm eager to hear what Entragian has to say.

Entragian: Not like this, Greg. I don't want him mauled. I want him fresh. I want him to be able to perform at his absolute best when the time is right. He belongs to me, and I'll not allow this spoiling of my victim.

Very gently, Issac lowers Allocca's foot to the canvas. Greg just stares at him, uncomprehending, his eyes wide. Issac continues, his voice a low growl.

Entragian: I don't want to face a cripple the next time I step into the ring with Greyson Blade. I want to face the same legend I faced at Glimmer of Hope. I think I've earned that much, right?

Greg is still shocked by all this, but reluctantly he gives a nod of his head in return.

Entragian: Think of it like this, Angel of Violence. If I've hunted an animal for a long period of time, put a fair amount of effort into the hunt, and finally I make the kill...do you think I worked that hard just to eat TAINTED meat? Of course not. I want the best out of my prey. Therefore I can't allow this to continue. I'm taking this poor sack of flesh and sticking him back in the refrigerator until I deem it time to face him again.

Issac walks to one side of the ring, pushing back his mane of white hair and looking out at the crowd. The reaction is surprisingly mixed, with a select few people in the crowd actually chanting Issac's name for this “save”. Issac makes his way back over to Greg, throwing a reassuring arm over his shoulder and offering him a razor-tipped grin.

Entragian: You've done a fine job here tonight, Allocca. He lies slain at your feet, your scorned wings painted in his blood. Let's not ruin that feeling of triumph with any further onslaught. It would pointless, like smacking around a kid with down syndrome.

Greyson's head has dropped down, blood dripping from his forehead in a little river. His eyes are glassy, yet way back in the hollows of his eyes you can tell he's comprehending at least some of this. Issac drops down to one knee before him, locking eyes with the bloodied combatant.

Entragian: I've gained too much respect for you to see you treated in such a way, Blade. Rarely will you see me carrying out an act of mercy, but in this case, I am. When you feel that you've recuperated, come for me. I'll be waiting.

Having said this, Issac reaches out and rubs his fingertips along some of the blood on Greyson's forehead. He takes this blood and marks himself with it, drawing a crude upside down cross on his forehead in blackening crimson. Issac then turns back to Greg, motioning with a flick of his head that it's time to depart. Entragian & Allocca both exit the ring, heading up the ramp side by side towards the back.

Alan Ducard: I...don't know what to make of that. It appears that Issac doesn't want any more damage done to Greyson for the sole reason that he looks to face him again for that No Limit Title in the near future, when Blade is at the same level as he was during their cell match.

Bryan Harris: Issac has a plan, Ducard. He always has a plan. His cerebral cogs are always turning, even more so after this new “awakening” following this long waged war with Blade.

Jimmy Yates: Well despite the fact that Issac is still just as bizarre as ever, on this night, he granted a wounded Outlaw something like a...pardon?

Alan Ducard: We'll see how long that “pardon” lasts, Jimmy...

Backstage we see a poker table set up in a private locker room. On the flop we see an ace of hearts, seven of spades, and a six of diamonds. Sitting around the table we see Derek Shane, Bob the "EVIL" Janitor, Herbert J. Moxley wearing a Know your Roll t-shirt, "Red Hot" Ray Wilmott wearing a Divine Intervention t-shirt, and half hiding behind the biggest pile of chips is Craig Carson.

Derek Shane: Now everybody understands what's going on so far?

Ray Wilmott: Yeah I'm losing a hell of a lot of money.

Bob " the evil" Janitor: Quit your belly aching. So when is this broad showing up to fill us in on the rest of the details?

Herbie J: That broad has a name, and she's also why you've been getting a paycheck so I'd watch your mouth before you lose some teeth.

Derek Shane: Settle down fellas, Elena won't be here tonight she had some "business" to attend to, but there is an envelope on the bottom of each of your chairs to elt you know what your part in the next step of the mission is.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door and Shane gets up to answer it. He opens it a few inches and sees inerviewer Andrew Kelly standing there. Kelly tries to peak into the locker room to see what's going on, but Derek Shane steps out into the hall way and shuts the door behind him. The interviewer looks at Shane confused and points at the door.

Andrew Kelly: Is that... Was that...

Derek Shane: Never you mind who is in there.

Andrew Kelly: I swear I just saw Ray Wilmott.

Derek Shane: So your seeing ghosts? They really need to start drug testing everyone around here and not just the wrestlers. Never mind your hallucinations, I'm assuming since you've disturbed me that you have some questions for me.

Andrew blinks his eyes a few times apparently confused at what he thinks he just witnessed but snaps out of it.

Andrew Kelly: Last week on Strife you issued an open challenge to any woman in the audience, but obviously this was a set up to lure out Justin Moreno who the women then attacked. How did you know this would bring out Moreno?

Derek Shane: When you have a role you need to research it. My role is to be the TV champion, but currently a few things stand in my way one of them being Justin Moreno. When you play such a demanding role sometimes you have to go with your gut instinct. A few different people could have come running down that ramp, and I was prepared for them all, but my gut told me it would be Moreno, and Elena played her part perfectly.

Andrew Kelly: Elena, the woman who you pretended to attack but was actually playing possum.

Derek Shane: Pretended??? Adults don't pretend we ACT!!!. We did a damn good job of it to, from what I hear standards and practices didn't take to kindly to it and fined LEGACY officials, who in turn find myself, but it's a small price to play for such a thing of beauty.

Andrew Kelly: You’re referring to your accomplice Elena Pisk?

Derek Shane: No, I was referring to the look on Moreno's face when he realized he'd been had.

Andrew Kelly: So what is your relationship with Ms. Pisk?

Derek Shane: She is my personal advisor and that s all you need to know, now if you don't mind I have some business to attend to.

Shane opens the door slightly and slips back into his locker room and quickly closes the door behind him as Andrew tries to sneak another peak inside. Inside the poker game has finished and the men are sitting around the table and have finished looking through the contents of their individual envelopes.

Herbie J: So why did we all have to wear these stupid costumes?

Derek Shane: I didn't want people to know who you are.

Ray Wilmott: Won't these looks draw more attention to ourselves?

Derek Shane: Nobody cares about these old has-beens.

Craig Carson: I beg to differ we'll probably need a distraction when we leave. Bob is the least likely to get noticed.

Moments later we see Bob the "EVIL" Janitor out in the hallway a few feet away from Shane's locker room. There is a wet floor sign in the middle of the floor and Bob is mopping. he whistles and Shane's locker room door opens and Herbert J. Moxley, "Red Hot" Ray Wilmott, Craig Carson, and Derek Shane file out of the room and quickly file down the hall and out a side door. Bob looks up and see a production intern walking towards him.

Intern: Hey aren't you Bob "the EVIL" Janitor?

Bob grabs his wet floor sign and his mop and runs off down the hall and out the door the others just went through. The intern goes to follow him, but slips and falls on the freshly mopped floor.

Jimmy Yates: As you heard earlier, Smith Cartwright was none too happy to see Eli Storm and Crazy Boy fighting backstage, and because he didn’t want to have them wait until our next show, Smith Cartwright put together an impromptu match between the two.

Alan Ducard: There should be no sense in prolonging things. Had this impromptu match not been set up, they were likely to fight again tonight, whether it was backstage, in the parking area, or in a hotel lobby.

Bryan Harris: No sense in talking about this any further, let’s just get to the match.

Start : Footage from the Match

With Tyrone on his feet, Storm is quick to jab him in the jaw before kicking him in the midsection and knocking him back down to the ground with a snap suplex! Tyrone though rolls through the move and gets back up to his feet only to be met with a hip toss from Storm! Tyrone sits up, clutching his lower back while Storm bounces off the ropes and nails a drop kick to the back of the seated Tyrone! Tyrone grimaces in pain as he rolls onto his knees. Storm is quick to plant an elbow into the back of Tyrone before locking in a Camel Clutch!

Jimmy Yates: This is exactly what Crazy Boy can't allow happen to him. Storm excels on that mat, on keeping you grounded. Tyrone excels when he’s allowed to move and coming up with whatever comes out of that deranged, sickening imagination of him.

Bryan Harris: Exactly. Storm has done an effective job at taking Tyrone out of his game here and that’s just not going to bode well for him if he can’t shake this horrendous start off of him and do it fast.

Alan Ducard: Storm is using as little energy as possible while inflicting as much pain as possible on CB.

Jimmy Yates: Which, in case we haven't established quite yet, I'm all for.

Alan Ducard: Yes, we know, Jimmy.

The referee checks on Tyrone, making sure that he wants to continue on with the match, and of course Tyrone fights through the pain! Storm continues to wrench back on Tyrone's jaw, hoping to get Tyrone to submit, but Tyrone continues to grit his teeth and fight through the pain. He begins to crawl to the ropes, but Storm is quick to break the hold and slam his boot into the back of Tyrone's back! Tyrone, however, continues to fight his way to the ropes, hoping to use them to help him get back up to his feet! Storm just watches him like a hawk as he gets back up to his feet before slamming a forearm to Tyrone's face! Tyrone holds onto the top rope as Storm follows that up with a European Uppercut! Tyrone somehow manages to still hold onto that top rope as Storm backs up and then nails him with a lariat to send Tyrone to the outside!

Jimmy Yates: And Storm sends CB to the outside. Now, that can be a double edged sword. You’re going to give Tyrone a new environment for him to play around in and give CB a very clear opening to make a comeback here.

Bryan Harris: With the way these two were going at each other earlier, the fans are expecting a very brutal, hardcore match.

Alan Ducard: With these two, you should expect to see the much more physical, in your face, kind of style.

Tyrone manages to get back to his knees before Storm greets him outside of the ring with a running kneelift! But CB is able to hold onto Storm’s leg and lifts him up and onto his shoulder! Tyrone paces around for a second before dropping Storm on the floor with a sick looking spinebuster! CB quickly rolls into the ring for a quick breather and to stop the ref from counting. Storm reaches up and grabs the guard railing and starts to pull himself up. Tyrone turns and sees Storm moving and takes a deep breath. Tyrone gets a good head of steam and runs towards the ropes. As Storm finally gets to his feet, Tyrone goes flying over the top ropes and nails a crossbody, smashing Storm into the guard railing!

Bryan Harris: Crazy Boy trying to make Storm pay for taking the match outside.

Alan Ducard: Storm should of kept this in the ring where he has a edge wrestling wise over Tyrone.

Jimmy Yates: That’s okay…once Storm gets his legs back under him, the tide will change.

Tyrone then walks over to the nearby ringsteps and dislodges them from one another before taking the top half of the steps and dragging them over to where Storm is located. Storm continues to move around though, hoping to get back up to his feet as Tyrone lifts the ring steps over his head! However, Storm is quick to act, moving as Tyrone launches the steel steps at him! Storm rolls to the left as the stairs land an itch away from him! Tyrone rushes Storm, trying not to give him a chance to recover. Storm quickly, at the last minute; drop toe holds Tyrone right into the steel steps!

Bryan Harris: And just like that, Storm is back into this match! If you're Crazy Boy, you have to be careful about this because Eli runs off of momentum, and once he starts piecing his offense together, it’s very difficult to slow him down.

Jimmy Yates: Trust me, Harris, I'm betting you that Tyrone has done his research on Storm. He knew it was only a matter of time before Storm got back into this match.

Alan Ducard: The idea is letting him have his second wind, and then taking advantage of his first mistake. He’ll do it, trust me.

Storm rams Tyrone’s head into the steps a few times. Storm lifts Tyrone’s head up and says something to him. Tyrone smiles and spits in Storm’s face. Storm flies into a rage and slams Tyrone’s head one more time. Storm rolls Tyrone into the ring and goes to follow him in, but Tyrone quickly springs up and kicks Storm in the midsection. Before Storm can fall off the ring apron, CB grabs him and lifts him up in the air! Tyrone starts to spin, looking to nail his Crazy Slam finisher. But Storm is able to rack the eyes. Crazy Boy drops Storm and Eli quickly rolls out of the ring. As Storm backs up against the guard railing, Tyrone yells for him to get back into the ring. Storm shakes his head and waves him off. The crowd starts to chant as Storm slowly makes his way up the rampway.

CRAZY! CRAZY! CRAZY! CRAZY!

Jimmy Yates: And the ref is calling for the bell and the count out! And Tyrone is in the ring livid and screaming for Storm to come back and finish the match. Storm is just shaking his head and is not even bothering to look back into the ring.

Bryan Harris: Storm is returning the fav and playing mind games with Tyrone. And by the look of Crazy Boy in the ring, he is doing a good job.

Alan Ducard: It's still not over though. Storm can play all the games he wants but eventually he will have to go one on one with Crazy Boy. Trust me, its coming.

Smith Cartwright looks down into his paperwork just as a small tap and a creak follows the opening of his door. Adam Davis walks in. At first he gives a small, formal nod to greet Cartwright, but his expression on his face is anything but congenial.

Adam Davis: Look, Mr. Cartwright, I appreciate you bringing me to this place. Legacy has certainly been a pay upgrade from those wars in Winston-Salem, but it seems I am not really going anywhere. Ever since that little pissant Shane got under my skin, I have just been spinning my wheels.

Despite having plenty to look into for his duties tonight, Smith turns his full attention towards The Iceman.

Smith Cartwright: I can understand that things probably got frustrating for you with having to deal with Derek Shane. As far as spinning your wheels, I’m afraid I don’t really understand.

Hands on his hips, Davis motions around his waist and then tries to calm his cocky snicker as he says the words aloud.

Davis: Come on man..I wasn't brought here to drop some tag wrestler on his head like I did on STRIFE 37. I am here to ring a talent to this company, entertain those fans who appreciate good wrestling, and to build my legacy. As much as I enjoyed being in that little tournament awhile back or saving losers from Shane's bullsh!t, I am not getting what I need. I want REAL competition, and I want gold.

He pauses contemplating his options and decides to be candid.

Davis: I want a chance at that Tao of Valor Championship. I can do it justice and it is the launching pad I need in this damn company.

While Smith listens to Davis, his door opens again, and this time John Thomas and Ron Bailey walk in through the door. The duo walk right past The Iceman, getting Cartwright’s attention right away.

John Thomas: Hey Smith, help us out for a second.

Noticing that Adam is standing there already, John turns to him briefly.

John Thomas: Sorry man, this will only take a second, but it’s really kinda important.

John turns back to Cartwright.

John Thomas: Not only do you have a chance to help us out, but you’ve got the chance to raise your stock with the booking committee by bringing them a great opportunity, an opportunity which shouldn’t have escaped them this long.

Smith looks intrigued.

John Thomas: Standing here next to me is the future of LEGACY. He’s the best athlete you’ve got on the roster, and he’s practically a champion himself and with the guys he’s hangin’ out with, the guys he’s associated to, he’s bound to be a champion yet again. I mean, look at it… He’s friends with me, he’s friends with former World Champion Loco Martinez, despite my advice he’s friends with X-Calibur… He was friends with Domination…

John smiles.

John Thomas: By giving Ron Bailey a shot at the Tao of Valor Title, you not only make him happy and the fans happy, but you also make all his friends happy… and isn’t it important to have a happy roster? A happy roster doesn’t look for employment elsewhere…

“The Sure Thing” Ron Bailey speaks up for himself.

Ron Bailey: Plus, as a representative of the great University of Georgia, if I were to get a Tao of Valor title shot, that would give all the Bulldog fans world-wide something to be happy about when I bring home that gold. You did hear that the beloved Uga VI died recently, right Smith?

Davis: He died eh? Just like how this company may die if Cartwright chooses to give shots out like candy to so called "athletes" like yourself.

A smug smirk forms on Davis face as he turns back to Cartwright.

Davis: You can't seriously listen to these two? They drop a few names and they "know" some people and get gets a shot? Get the hell out of here. I am the free agent acquisition you brought in to raise the bar in this place, and I sure as hell won't do that get snubbed for coattail riders like him.

Ron looks offended.

Ron Bailey: Whoa, hold on a second, playa. Coattail riders? So called athletes? I think maybe The Iceman needs to take his head out the deep freeze and open his eyes to what’s goin’ on. Now maybe you didn’t see my match against James Win a couple weeks ago, and maybe you didn’t catch what I did to Justin Moreno back at FORGED BY FIRE, but I’m not just some flash in the pan man who’s pretendin’ to be a contender around here.

Ron reaches out and taps John Thomas on the shoulder.

Ron Bailey: You got a problem with me just because people like to hang out with me? I understand the jealousy factor, I ain’t gonna be mad at ya about it. But don’t go pretendin’ you deserve more than I do just because you were highly recruited when you didn’t have a job for a couple weeks. That was then, son, and maybe the booking people weren’t thrilled with the fact that it took you a couple tries to beat a washed up second-rate actor.

Davis shakes his head, a fire emergeing from behind his typically cold blue eyes.

Davis: Don't let a few buddies and a couple of wins against less than top talent ever allow you to mistake yourself for a top dog in this business. Truth is, guys like you? The quick talking, "athletic" guys who have all the physical talents? They come a dime a dozen. In a few years, you could just as easily be considering in the same vein as most of the busts that occur in the NFL draft… Another one of those guys who supposedly had the tools but just couldn't put it together.

Davis stops and looks at Cartwright and then motions to himself coyly.

Davis: Me? Despite my lack of competition in Legacy, I am a sure thing. I am proven, and I have pushed myself against guys who are faster, stronger, and sure as hell more skilled than you Mr. Bailey. Guys like you make my stomach churn, march around expecting something to be handed down to you just because who you know, or blow when the time comes. You even brought a little friend to help prove my damn point.

Ron begins to respond, but Smith Cartwright speaks up.

Smith Cartwright: Alright, okay, that’s far enough, you two. I know where you’re both coming from, and I have a solution. On STRIFE 39, you two can have a match, with the winner getting the chance to fight for the Tao of Valor Championship at our next pay per view.

Davis rubs his chin, eyeing Bailey up, and then looks back to Cartwright.

Davis: Fine by me, it never hurts to smash some competition and get some momentum before getting that title shot.

Davis then stops and looks back to Cartwright, turning a shoulder to Bailey and Thomas.

Davis: Thank you, I appreciate the opportunity, and it seems I finally can be headed in the right direction. I will be sure to win that title at the pay per view to prove my point. Have a good day.

As Adam Davis walks out of the office, Ron Bailey watches him go, still upset by the verbal exchange. Looking at Smith, Ron nods his head a little and then he and John exit the office as well.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentlemen, there’s just one match left until our Ironman main event, but it’s a match that we can’t overlook, because the World Tag Team Championships are on the line, as Domination defends the titles for the first time after their victory over El Chupacabra at Co-Op Collision.

Jimmy Yates: This was a very important match for Domination as they attempt to go to that next level as champions. One could argue that they were cheated out of the belts in their first defense during their first title reign, but that psychological hurdle still remained.

Bryan Harris: I didn’t know those meatheads could think that deeply, Jimbo, but enough now about Domination. I want to talk about The Unholy Alliance of PAIN. You have two of the most ruthless, brutal, and sadistic men in the sport today, now not at each other’s throats but looking to rip out the throats of their opponents. Damien Black and Chris Turner wanted the LEGACY Tag Team Titles for themselves, and let me tell you that an Alliance title reign could be the most violent of any in LEGACY history, including the No Limits Division.

Alan Ducard: Black and Turner are brilliant hardcore wrestlers, and Domination are no slouches themselves after seeing when they could do in their last Falls Count Anywhere match up, but this match had no stipulation given as I believe the front office wanted this match to really adhere to the rules of the sport rather than seeing a two-on-two version of a No Limits War. So we take you now to the footage of the match, and we’ll see how well a normal match could contain these four beasts.

Start : Footage from the Match

As the footage flashes to life we see Chris Turner and Ben Murdock (RAGE) trading punches in the middle of the ring with Chris Turner. Chris gets the advantage with a big knee to the gut, followed by a head butt, one of Turner’s favorite offensive maneuvers.

Alan Ducard: Chris Turner uses the head butt more than anyone I’ve really encountered in the business.

Jimmy Yates: I guess you’d say he’s a bonehead right Bryan?

Bryan Harris: Why not? It’s complementary to the “meatheads” he’s fighting.

Alan Ducard: Murdock is staggered and here comes Turner off the ropes and he clotheslines RAGE to the canvas, and now he brings RAGE back to his feet and there’s a rake of the eyes and another headbutt! Turner scoops him up and powerslams him quickly to the canvas, and hooks the leg for the quick cover.

ONE

TW-NO! RAGE kicks out of the powerslam, and now Turner pulls him up from the canvas and into a chinlock, and now holding onto RAGE he drives his knuckle into RAGE’s temple and grinds away. Hardly a scientific maneuver but it’s ultimately a painful one!

Jimmy Yates: RAGE is struggling to get to his feet, and the fans are starting to get behind him here as he’s able to bring himself back to the vertical base, and Turner clubs him with a hard shot to the back and side of the neck, and there’s another head butt.

Bryan Harris: Turner definitely has some old school brawler in him and he’s showing it now against RAGE, and I have to say, I think Turner’s more deliberate and basic style is causing problems for the champions as they’ve been matched up as of late against speedsters or big guys with a significant mixed martial arts background.

Turner tosses RAGE off to the turnbuckles, and he hits with a hard impact. Chris charges in at him with a big clothesline and connects. Turner then sends RAGE on the ride again across the ring, and on the rebound he catches Murdock, and scoops him over his shoulder. He looks like he wants to slam RAGE into the turnbuckles, but RAGE struggles and drops down the back, pushing Turner front-first into the buckles. Chris staggers back into RAGE who wraps the waist, and heaves him back up and over with a release German suplex, surprising the crowd with that move choice.

Jimmy Yates: A big German suplex from RAGE downs Turner, and the crowd is a bit surprised as I think Chris Turner is as well. You don’t think of Domination as a technical team.

Bryan Harris: Certainly not, and it wasn’t the “prettiest” German suplex I’ve ever seen by far.

Alan Ducard: It wasn’t pretty, but it was effective, and we can see Domination growing as a team as RAGE, although powerful is slowly adding some technical moves to his arsenal, and he’s using the speed more, and we can see that as RAGE comes off the ropes now and takes to the air with a shoulderblock, taking down Chris Turner.

Jimmy Yates: RAGE can feel the momentum shifting, and he’s heading to the buckles, and it looks like the aerial assault is going to continue as he is timing Turner getting back to his feet.

Bryan Harris: If he waits too long it could cost him with a recovery from Turner or Damien Black inserting himself into this match.

RAGE assess the leap to be made as the dazed Alliance member turns, RAGE leaps and takes him down with a flying clothesline from the top rope, and he quickly makes the cover on Turner!

Alan Ducard: The leg is hooked and there’s the cover!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO! Damien Black stormed the ring and broke up that pinfall, and he has RAGE up and he catches him flush with a palm strike to the side of the face!

Jimmy Yates: Damien Black was taking some liberties there, and now VENOM has hit the ring to even the odds, and Steve O’Reily who battled with Black last week meets him with a huge punch that staggers Black back towards his corner. Black I believe was trying to leave the ring, but VENOM hammers home with another shot on Black, but now Referee Leonard Nolan is trying to get O’Reily back to his corner to maintain order and allow Black to exit the ring.

Bryan Harris: VENOM doth protest too much, and he’s slow getting back to his corner, and now Turner and Black have an opening. Turner scoops RAGE and Black delivers a brutal kick to the head followed by a big spinebuster from Turner!

Alan Ducard: Giving credit where credit is due, that was an excellent double team from the challengers, and now RAGE is down and Turner goes for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO! It’s VENOM’s turn to break up a pin, and now Turner is dragging RAGE back to his corner, and he tags in Damien Black who is very eager to get in the ring. Black through the ropes and he’s has RAGE to his feet and there’s the facelock and here come the big knee lifts that VENOM felt on our last edition of Strife.

Jimmy Yates: Damien Black is a great striker for a man of his size, and right now he’s pummeling RAGE, and he needs to make a tag.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think he’s going to be tagging any time soon Jimbo, Damien is fresh, and he’s ready to unleash here.

Damien tosses RAGE to the buckles and charges in following with a Yakuza kick, and then positioning RAGE, he goes for the cutthroat-lung blower!

Alan Ducard: THE SERIAL DRILLER! RAGE is in a world of hurt, and things are looking grim for the World Tag Team Champions.

Bryan Harris: Of course they are Ducard, this team can win the belts but they can’t keep them! El Chupacabra proved that already.

The crowd senses the situation is dire and a “DOM-IN-ATION” chant begins to build in the arena, attempting to will RAGE on to make the tag.

Jimmy Yates: Domination isn’t finished yet Bryan, and this crowd knows it …

Alan Ducard: They might soon well be … BOOT TO THE GUT AND HE HOOKS THE ARMS! IT’S THE EXCOMMUNI-NO!

RAGE slipped the arm hook, ducking under, and he hooks Damien, and heaves up and drives Black down into the canvas with the elevated DDT, and the crowd goes crazy! Ezekiel Caine slams his palm off of his forehead, and Trent Logan yells for RAGE to make the tag over the crowd!

Alan Ducard: Black is stunned and RAGE is headed for the corner! Black is crawling for his own corner now, but RAGE is in the lead!

Jimmy Yates: RAGE is almost there to make the tag, but Black is picking up steam … THERE’S THE TAG TO VENOM!

VENOM bursts through the ring ropes, and just as Black is about to make the tag, he pulls him back by the leg, and then drops the elbow into the middle of the spine. He quickly rolls off, and pulls Black to his feet, and sends him off to the ropes with the Irish whip. On the rebound he kicks Damien in the gut, and hooks him, flipping him back up and over with the gutwrench suplex! Chris Turner takes a chance and heads into the ring and goes for a clothesline on VENOM, but Steve ducks, and then hooks Chris as he turns, and heaves him up and slams him down with a full-nelson slam!

Alan Ducard: VENOM is on fire! He has Chris Turner up and there’s a toss and he goes over the top rope to the outside! Damien is up and there’s a strike to the forehead, and Black scoops him up over his shoulder … but VENOM drops down the back!

Bryan Harris: VENOM narrowly avoids getting crushed, and now … he has Black in the inverted facelock!

Jimmy Yates: VENOM points to RAGE and he’s headed for the top rope! RAGE goes up and …. HE HITS THE AXEHANDLE SMASH ON BLACK AS VENOM HITS THE REVERSE DDT!

Bryan Harris: No! VENOM is going for the pin and he hooks the leg! Come on Damien!

Alan Ducard: Damien looks to be OUT! Leonard Nolan is in position!

ONE

TWO

THREE-NO! Chris Turner breaks up the pin! Somehow Chris Turner got himself up off the arena floor, back into that ring and saved his team from defeat! Turner with a wicked elbow smash on RAGE now, knocking him off the ring apron.

Turner turns his attention back to VENOM and kicks him roughly but he’s sent back to his corner. VENOM tries shaking off the shots from Chris, but Black manages to catch him with a chop to the side of the neck, and then a knee lift to the face. Damien goes for the Irish whip then, but VENOM reverses and Black comes back on the rebound. VENOM catches Black with a shot to the jaw, the a second, then a third. Finally, he’s the one to try the Irish whip and Black goes to the ropes, and as he does, Turner reaches out and tag Damien, who charges back to VENOM. Steve ducks Damien’s clothesline attempts, and RAGE who is recovery, drops and pulls down the ropes. Black flips over the top rope to the outside!

Alan Ducard: RAGE dumps Black, but VENOM didn’t see the tag and here come Turner! From behind Turner hits VENOM with a series of multiple headbutts to the back of the head, and he pulls VENOM back … HE HAS HIM AND HE HITS THE MASKED VENGEANCE!

Bryan Harris: That reverse DDT is Turner’s signature move, and VENOM is down and possibly out! Turner with the quick over!

Jimmy Yates: Come on VENOM kick out!

Bryan Harris: We could have new champions!

Alan Ducard: ONE

TWO

THREE-NO! RAGE breaks up the pin! RAGE breaks up the pin and Turner is LIVID!

Jimmy Yates: I can understand it Alan, they were so close to being LEGACY World Tag Team Champions!

Turner goes after RAGE, and drives him down with a tackle into the corner, but before he can do much damage, Ezekiel Caine is up on the apron yelling at Turner and Trent Logan eyes Caine to see if he’s going to get involved.

Alan Ducard: Ezekiel Caine is up on the apron yelling for Turner to get back to VENOM who he had down and is still the legal man, but it’s too late as VENOM gets the drop on him and clubs him in the back of the head!

Jimmy Yates: Caine is smart to try and advise Turner but it’s too late and VENOM Irish whips Turner and right into Caine!

Ezekiel flies off the apron HARD and Damien, who had recovered on the floor, immediately goes to attend to Ezekiel as he clutches his wrist in agony. One the rebound from hitting Caine, Turner comes back across the ring but a charging RAGE is there to meet him …

Alan Ducard: THE FURY! That massive clothesline from RAGE is devastating, and Turner is out! VENOM pulls Turner groggily to his feet!

Jimmy Yates: The fans can feel it! It’s time … FOR TOTAL DOMINATION!

Bryan Harris: Come on Damien! Get back in the ring!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think he realizes what’s happening with attending to Ezekiel!

Alan Ducard: VENOM has Turner up and … YES! It’s that deadly top rope flying clothesline/powerbomb combination!

Damien Black hears the fans scream on the impact, and his eye s go wide as Ezekiel beckons him to the ring, but it’s too late as he tries to enter, RAGE meets him with a shot to the forehead on the apron!

Alan Ducard: ONE

TWO

THREE! Domination retains for their first successful title defense here in LEGACY!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winners and still LEGACY World Tag Team Champions … DOOOOOOOOOOMINATION!

“Fear” hits the PA system as Trent Logan hits the ring with the gold for his fighters, and Turner rolls on the canvas clutching his head, turning to see Damien back at Ezekiel’s side.

Jimmy Yates: Managers can be a HUGE asset in a match, but sometimes they can be a downfall. Tonight Ezekiel Caine was a distraction for Damien, and that seems to have cost The Unholy Alliance a shot at the gold, but that’s not taking anything away from Domination who looked great in defending the belts here tonight.

Bryan Harris: Both teams looked great tonight Jimbo, and after how competitive this match was here tonight, I don’t expect The Unholy Alliance of PAIN to give up their pursuit of the gold any time soon.

Inside his locker-room, J-Mo is doing some pre-match stretches to prepare for his big Iron Man match for the Tao of Valor Title tonight against Stephen Rawlings. He's decked out in his new LEGACY T-Shirt with the green "M" from the Monster Energy Drink logo with "Moreno" written in the Monster font with "Justin" in small lime-green block letters on the front with a stamped lime-green logo on the back that says "CAUTION: CONTAINS M - 80 & IS HAZARDOUS TO OPPONENT'S HEALTH". He also has on baggy black pleather shorts that come down past his knees with the green "M" Monster logo on one pant leg and "Moreno" written in the Monster font vertically down the opposite pant leg. He also has on black Hayabusa-style wrist-sleeves with the green "M" and matching kickpads with black Asiacs wrestling shoes. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door and we see Justin stop stretching momentarily as he shouts at the door.

Justin Moreno: If that's you, Racin Reynolds, I told you to stop bothering me about sponsorship advice!

Justin then chuckles to himself and begins to shout again.

Justin Moreno: And if you're a stripper, I appreciate X-Cal sending you here, but I'm happily married!

The fans laugh when hearing this when all of a sudden, J-Mo opens the door and we see Intern Avery standing there with a gift wrapped up in shiny wrapping paper and a green bow. J-Mo quizzically raises an eyebrow at Avery before he begins to speak.

Justin Moreno: Hey Avery, would you know who this is from?

Intern Avery: Umm... not sure, but I was given specific instructions to give this to you.

Justin looks at Avery with a bit of a confident smile on his face as he begins to speak in an excited tone.

Justin Moreno: Is it a Shrinky-dink?

Intern Avery: No idea. But it specifically was addressed to you.

Justin Moreno: Thanks dude.

J-Mo then opens up the gift and pulls out a box of Kleenex with a bottle of wine and a box of cheese to go with it. There's also a card inside as J-Mo begins to read it audibly.

Justin Moreno: Dear Justin, after all the whining you've done this week about my belt being yours, I figured I'd give you a bottle of wine and some cheese to go with it, plus I took great consideration to pack some Kleenex for the crying you're gonna be doing after I beat you. Plus I know your wife will really like the wine since she's become an alky lately.

Justin pauses and rolls his eyes with disgust, trying to keep composure as he reads the last part.

Justin Moreno: Toodles, Stephen.

Justin pauses for a moment before shaking with anger at Rawlings going after his wife as he furiously throws the wine-bottle at the door and throws the cheese and Kleenex in the trash as he punches a hole in the wall before muttering to himself.

Justin Moreno: That sorry sack of crap. He's damn lucky he's not in this room right now or he'd be f***ing dead!

J-Mo sits down and takes some deep breaths while rubbing his temples to try and get his focus back as the camera cuts elsewhere.

"Hey, take a look at this..."

Backstage, Mirage nudges the always brooding Lucien Grey and motions toward the injured Osamu Hayashi, who is sitting on top of some unerected scaffolding toward the back, out of peoples way, minding his own business.

"C'mon, check this out."

While approaching Osamu, Mirage smirks and gives a smarmy bow, while holding his fist in his hand.

"You know who this is, Lucien? It's Osamu Hayashi! Former member of the Bushwackers..."

Without a wasted motion, Lucien shakes his head and leans in, whispering something to Mirage who crumples his brow.

"Bushido Buntai you say?! Hmm...well, you can see where I'd make that error. Innocent mistake, no offense intended, Osamu. But seriously, we have to talk..."

Mirage smirks, nearly losing his straight faced composure while speaking, stopping himself from smiling, Mirage continues.

"Honestly, it's a shame you lost your job with the Bushido Buntai to injury, that's like one of those unwritten sports rules that's NOT supposed to happen. I mean seriously, but who do those two think they are ripping -- in my opinion -- the heart and soul out of that team?! Little man, I'm tellin' ya, that's like...well, that's like the Hollywood Blondes without Stunning Steve Austin, it's like The Rockers without Marty Jannetty...it's...it's like the Rock and Roll Express without that dark haired dude with the <beep>ed up wandering eye..."

Lucien slightly nudges Mirage.

"Right...anyway, little man, you get my point. It's not right how they replaced you with Kevin Poindexter and I got a proposition for ya. You know what they say about one mans trash being another mans treasure?! Well, you may be yesterdays injured trash to the Bushido Buntai, but the Lucien and myself, you're like a diamond, kiddo. A flawed diamond with the injury and all, but a diamond nontheless..."

Before Mirage can get out another word, Katsuro Yoshida steps into the scene, stepping in between Osamu and Mirage.

Katsuro Yoshida: That is quite enough, Mirage.

Lucien’s eyes go wide and Mirage takes a step back, crosses his arms across his chest and an arrogant smirk shows up on his face.

Katsuro Yoshida: Before we were in the ring at STRIFE 37, I did my research on you, so I know what you are all about. You live to cause trouble. You try to get into people’s heads to get what you want. I won’t let you do that to Osamu Hayashi.

Katsuro looks over at Osamu, then back at Mirage, who still has a smirk.

Katsuro Yoshida: Osamu knows that he was not kicked out of the Worldwide Bushido Buntai. He earned his spot back in Japan, and if he was not with a broken jaw, he would be an active member of our team right now. I will not let you…

Mirage takes a step forward, and Katsuro reaches out and puts his hand onto Mirage’s chest, keeping him from moving forward any further than he already has. Lucien Gray has seen enough, and he steps in and hammers down onto Katsuro Yoshida, dropping him to the floor. After stomping on Katsuro, Lucien steps aside and allows Mirage to stomp down on him. Gray grabs Osamu Hayashi by the neck and lifts him up into the air. Mirage glares at him, then nods to Lucien Gray, who puts Osamu back down where he was originally seated. Mirage and Lucien walk off as Kevin Oppenheimer runs into the scene, making sure Mirage and Lucien don’t return. Katsuro gets up off the floor and looks over at Osamu Hayashi, who is a little stunned by what just transpired.

Alan Ducard: It is now time for our main event, a thirty minute Iron Man match for the Tao of Valor Championship with Stephen Rawlings attempting to defend his title against former Tao of Valor Champion Justin Moreno.

Jimmy Yates: As soon as I heard this match was going to be a 30-minute Iron Man Match, I was thrilled, since there is no doubt in my mind that these two competitors can fight much longer than a half-hour at high intensity and speed.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, the front office was so sure that this match was going to be exciting that they were willing to make it the main event, and I’ll have to say that it was a good choice.

Alan Ducard: Due to time constraints, we can’t show you the entirety of this match, but when the second “Best Tao of Valor Matches” DVD comes out, I’m sure this entire match will be on it.

Jimmy Yates: If I heard correctly, we’re starting the footage about fifteen minutes into the action, leaving you fifteen minutes left, and you’ll be happy to note that at that point in the match, the score was still locked at zero, with neither competitor having scored a victory on the other.

Bryan Harris: Enough talk, Jimbo, no more hyping it, Al… let’s get to it!

Start : Footage from the Match

After being held in a side headlock for a few moments, Rawlings shoves Moreno off into the ropes. Moreno on the rebound, he goes for a flying crossbody. Just as Moreno’s feet leave the air Rawlings jumps up with a standing dropkick and smashes his feet smack dab into Moreno’s pectoral region. Moreno lands on his back and covers his chest with a grimacing look of pain as Rawlings quickly hooks a leg for a cover.

One!!

Two!!

Moreno kicks out and Porter signals to the time keeper’s area that it was only two.

Bryan Harris: That was one helluva standing dropkick!

Alan Ducard: Agreed. Rawlings timed that perfectly... he might’ve bruised Moreno’s rib cage or cracked his sternum.

Jimmy Yates: These men have been flipping and flying through the last fourteen minutes or so, and I think moves like that - moves which restrict the breathing process - is going to slow things down a bit.

The countdown clock appears on the screen, showing it tick down, passing by 13:15 remaining.

Rawlings grabs Moreno by the back of his head and sits him up on the mat. Hooking a rear chin lock, Rawlings uses the point of his right elbow to smash repeatedly into the rib cage and sternum of Moreno. Moreno gasps for breath as Rawlings continues his vicious onslaught. After about ten shots or so, Rawlings grabs Moreno by the hair and rips him back down onto the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Geez... everything Rawlings does is just “nasty” and disrespectful. I mean c’mon...

Bryan Harris: Rawlings is a man who does what it takes to retain his title, and if it means poking out an eye or two or meat hooking someone in the family jewels, then so be it.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah... obviously...

Stepping on Moreno’s face, he twists his boot across the nose and eye, implementing a nasty “rug burn” effect. Porter admonishes Rawlings for the underhanded tactic, but is promptly brushed off. Moreno cries out in pain, and Rawlings somersaults forward, connecting with a standing senton. Hooking the leg, Porter administers the count..

One!!

Two!!

Thr- No!!

Alan Ducard: This match is half over, and neither of these chaps have a fall to their name. I believe the frustration is starting to seep in...

Jimmy Yates: I think you’re right. Rawlings looks angry as hell.

Rawlings argues with Porter for a moment about the supposed “slowness” of his count. Not afraid to stand up for his officiating, Porter gives it right back to the Tao of Valor Champion.

Bryan Harris: Steve better be careful here... he can’t afford to be disqualified! That first fall is much too important to give away so freely!

Rawlings turns back around towards Moreno who has gotten to his knees. But as soon as he reaches down to guide his opponent to his feet, Moreno grabs him by the arm and rolls him up into small package.

One!!

Two!!

Rawlings kicks out!!

The countdown clock, which has been shown on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron the entire time, appears on the screen as it ticks down, clicking past the 11 minute mark, counting downwards in a constant, steady clip.

Both men get to their feet and Rawlings looks stunned. Moreno capitalizes on Rawlings distraught stature and knees him in the gut. Hooking him up, he snaps him down to the canvas with a lightning quick snap suplex. Rolling backwards on top of Rawlings, Moreno drives several head butts straight into Rawlings’ face, cutting his lip open in the process. Rolling back once more, Moreno uses his momentum to propel himself into the ropes. Rawlings then sits up but before he can get up off of the mat Moreno spins like M. Bison and drills him in the face with a torpedo basement dropkick.

Jimmy Yates: Wow!!

Bryan Harris: Rawlings may be out here..

Alan Ducard: Moreno makes a lateral cover here..

One!!

Two!!

Rawlings kicks out of the pin attempt and Moreno wastes no time by bringing him up to his feet. Sending a boot to Rawlings’ gut, he follows it up with a knee-lift to the jaw, which sends Rawlings down to one knee. Moreno quickly jumps up to the corner turnbuckle, and as soon as Rawlings gets back up on both feet he turns around. Moreno somersaults forward off of the second rope and connects with a flying neckbreaker!

Moreno hooks a leg and Porter is there for the count...

One!!

Two!!

THR- No!! Moreno gets a foot on the ropes which abruptly stops the count.

Bryan Harris: Great wherewithal by Stephen Rawlings. That is why he is a former World Champion, 2007 Hawkins Memorial Winner, Tag Team Champion, and the CURRENT reigning Tao of Valor Champion.

Jimmy Yates: SOMEONE’s been reading the roster pages..

Moreno, with an almost tunnel-vision type of focus, brings Rawlings back up to his feet again. Before Moreno can do anything Rawlings shoots an elbow of desperation up behind him and connects in the temple. J-Mo reels back slightly which gives Rawlings enough room to lunge towards the ropes.

Jumping to the second rope, Rawlings springboards off with his back towards the ring and an elbow outstretched. Having the high flying attempt perfectly scouted, Moreno leaps upwards with his knees curled inwards and connects square into Rawlings’ back. As both men fall back down to the canvas, all of Rawlings’ weight crashes down on top of Moreno’s knees in a modified double knee backbreaker that sends the crowd into a frenzy.

Alan Ducard: Goodness gracious!!!

Bryan Harris: That was disgusting... Rawlings is gonna need a chiropractor after this one.

Jimmy Yates: That was an amazing counter to what looked like a flying back elbow attempt.

Moreno immediately hooks a leg..

One!!

Two!!

THR- No! Rawlings kicks out!!

As Klinton Porter signals that no fall was scored, we see the countdown clock appear, showing 8:45.

Just after kicking out, Rawlings slowly escapes to the outside, looks at the countdown clock on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron and then collapses to the arena floor. Inside the ring, Justin Moreno pumps himself up, looking towards the audience. Rawlings holds his back in agony over the move he just endured from Rawlings, and slowly starts crawling over towards Josephina Colbert. Rawlings gets back on his feet and literally screams at her to get off of the chair she is sitting on. Before she can even stand up, Rawlings rips upwards on one of the legs underneath the chair and unceremoniously dumps her off like a piece of garbage.

Jimmy Yates: Now what the hell was that for?!

Rawlings folds the steel chair back up just in time for Moreno to spot him.

Alan Ducard: Rawlings better not be thinking of using that chair..

Bryan Harris: Don’t do it!! You’ll lose the fall!!

Rawlings looks towards the ring with an exhausted look in his eye and rolls underneath the bottom rope into the ring. Moreno eyes him up and down, not sure of whether to disarm him or let him use the weapon. Klinton Porter heavily admonishes Rawlings, but is ultimately ineffective in making him drop the chair. Moreno actually motions for Rawlings to hit him, and without hesitation, Rawlings sprints forward and SMASHES the steel chair right into Moreno’s face, dropping him like a sack of bricks and causing Porter to call for the bell.

Jimmy Yates: Jesus!!!

Bryan Harris: Damn it!!!

Alan Ducard: That was certainly unwise...

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by disqualification... Justin... Moreno! The count is now Justin Moreno, 1... and Stephen Rawlings, 0...

Bryan Harris: What are you DOING?! You just gave up the first fall, you moron!!!

Above the entrance stage, the countdown clock shows that there is 7:25 remaining.

Rawlings actually laughs as he stands there over Moreno’s lifeless body with the steel chair still in his grasp. Rawlings tosses the steel chair out of the ring and the fans boo him mercilessly as Moreno’s face oozes a crimson red.

Alan Ducard: That was sickening. Moreno could have a concussion after that chair shot. This match might even be over...

Jimmy Yates: If that’s the case, then we have a new Tao of Valor Champion..

Bryan Harris: Man, I never thought I’d say this, but Rawlings is a freakin’ idiot.

Rawlings looks at the time and sees he has just under seven minutes left and asks the referee something inaudible. Porter shouts something back at him and Rawlings smirks widely. Like a hyena, Rawlings pulls Moreno’s carcass more towards the center of the ring and hooks both legs for a deep cover. Reluctantly, Porter makes the count...

One!!

Two!!

Three!!

The countdown clock appears on the screen as it counts down and reaches 6:35, maintaining a constant tick. Outside the ring, Josephina Colbert gets on a microphone.

Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall... Stephen... Rawlings! The count is now Justin Moreno, one... and Stephen Rawlings, one...

Bryan Harris: Brilliant!! I should’ve seen this coming!! Rawlings sacrificed a fall... so he could just keep pinning Moreno!!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know about brilliant, Bryan...

Bryan Harris: You’re right, you DON’T know anything about brilliant.

With Moreno bleeding profusely on the mat and seemingly unconscious, Rawlings raises his hands high into the air as if he’s already retained his title. Rawlings looks down at Moreno and then out towards the crowd. After flipping them off, Rawlings again drops down on top of the challenger.

Jimmy Yates: This is sad..

One!!

Two!!

Three!!

NO!!! Moreno gets a shoulder up at the last possible second and the crowd ignites into cheers.

Alan Ducard: Oi!! He’s still in this!!!

Rawlings reaches down and pulls Moreno to his feet and steps back. Watching Moreno stand there groggily on spaghetti legs, Rawlings slaps his opposition square in the face. Almost as if he just woke up, Moreno jumps up from a standing position onto Rawlings’ shoulders, locking in a headscissors with his legs. Quickly maneuvering his body around, he sends Rawlings rolling down onto the mat with a fujiwara armbar tightly locked in.

Alan Ducard: Electric Boogaloo!!

Rawlings screams out in pain as Moreno pulls back on the arm. Klinton slides in and asks if Rawlings wants to give up, and Stephen struggles to get free, but when he can’t, he lifts his hand, stretches it out… but instead of tapping, he grabs his head, trying to deal with the pain.

Bryan Harris: Looks like Moreno found one submission move he’s not complete crap at… but he’s not going to get a guy like Stephen Rawlings to tap out to it!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t care who you are, you get stuck in a move where your shoulder might get put out of joint, you’ve gotta tap out!

Alan Ducard: it could be a good strategic move to tap out, because it would still give Stephen some time to score another fall, and he wouldn’t have to do that with a dislocated shoulder – which he very well might get if he doesn’t get out of that hold!

Before Moreno can find a way to apply further pressure Rawlings has the ropes. Porter counts to three before Moreno finally lets go.

Alan Ducard: Tough break for the kid. Moreno had that move locked in tightly. If he hadn’t been near the ropes I think this one might’ve been over..

Jimmy Yates: You might be right.

Still ticking away, the countdown clock momentarily appears on the screen as it passes by the 4:25 mark.

Trying to stand, Moreno looks up at the jumbotron to check to see how much time he’s working with, and then he collapses back to the mat a bloody mess, weak from the loss of blood. Rawlings uses the ropes to help himself to his feet, where he lays the boots into Moreno’s prone body. Favoring the arm that Moreno momentarily tweaked, Rawlings guides Moreno to his feet by the back of his head and hooks him up for a suplex. Grabbing the left leg, Rawlings lifts him up into the air and slams him back down with the bridge for a fisherman’s suplex.

One!!

Two!!

THR- NO! Moreno manages to kick out!!

Rawlings starts cussing away at the referee and stomps the ground like an angry little kid not getting his way. Grabbing Moreno by the back of his head again, he sets him up for a DDT. Moreno digs deep though and manages to wrap his arms around Rawlings’ waist. He lifts him up and over with a bridging Northern Lights Suplex and the crowd goes crazy!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- NO!!

Alan Ducard: Tyne Bridge!!!! How ironic would it have been if Rawlings lost to the Tyne Bridge?

As the match continues without another successful pinfall, the time on the countdown clock passes by the two and a half minute mark.

Jimmy Yates: Pretty ironic, considering that’s “sort of” how he won it in the first place.

Bryan Harris: I suppose every time someone uses a northern lights now we’re gonna have to pay royalties to John Iley? Gimme a break...

Alan Ducard: Despite that crimson mask, despite all the damage he has taken, you can see on the face of Justin Moreno that he wants that belt back. He wants to do anything possible to continue his Tale of Valor with a championship win here tonight in the main event.

Bryan Harris: And you KNOW that Stephen Rawlings is going to do anything and everything to make sure that Justin Moreno doesn’t become the first two-time Tao of Valor Champion. He wants his first token, he wants to keep the belt, and I don’t see Moreno in any position to find a way to take the belt.

Bleeding all over the mat, Moreno slowly gets to his feet as Rawlings is a bit quicker to his. Feeling a sense of urgency to beat Moreno to the punch, Rawlings shoves Moreno back a little bit. Moreno advances towards Rawlings again, but Rawlings delivers a standing dropkick that sends him down to the mat.

In the bottom corner of the jumbotron above the entrance stage, we see that there is less than a minute and a half remaining in the match.

Taking a glance at the time remaining, Rawlings signals to the crowd for something and steps between the middle and top rope. Before he can fully exit the ring though, Moreno starts getting off of the mat. Rawlings steps back onto the canvas, and lunges forward with a diving clothesline drop, sending Moreno on his back. Rawlings gets back to his feet and spits on the bloody mess that is Justin Moreno.

Alan Ducard: That is disgraceful... nobody should treat another human being like that. Nobody.

Bryan Harris: I kinda liked it..

Jimmy Yates: Yeah. No surprise there.

The clock on the LEGACYVision jumbotron shows fifty seconds remaining in the match.

After seeing the time left on the clock, Rawlings smirks and again signals to the crowd and starts heading for the outside apron. He climbs to the second turnbuckle when all of a sudden Moreno starts getting to his feet again.

Alan Ducard: Look at J-Mo! He will not stay down!

Jimmy Yates: That just shows you the resolve this man has. He wants that title so bad he can taste it.

Bryan Harris: Actually, that’s blood he’s tasting. Courtesy of the technically perfect technician.

Rawlings hops down onto the outside apron and steps through the ropes. Frustrated by Moreno’s incessant willingness, Rawlings slaps Moreno in the face and follows it up with a knee to the mid-section. Hooking his head under his arm, stalls for a moment, then Rawlings drills him into the mat with a DDT.

Bryan Harris: This one’s over! Cover him, Steve-O!

Jimmy Yates: No it isn’t.... look! He’s getting up AGAIN!

For the third time, Rawlings calls for something to the crowd and exits to the outside apron. Ascending to the top turnbuckle, he stops every so often to see if Moreno’s moving.

The countdown clock shows fourteen seconds left in the match.

As soon as Rawlings balances himself on the top rope, Moreno unexpectedly nips up off the mat and, with great athleticism, rushes up to the turnbuckle with furious quickness and incredible balance. Throwing Rawlings’ arm behind him and setting him up for a urinage side slam, Moreno moonsaults off of the top rope, nailing the photogenically breathtaking maneuver with thunderous force.

Bryan Harris: WHAT?! HOW THE...

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL!!!!

The countdown clock in the bottom corner of the screen shows seven seconds left.

Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD!!!! THE M-80!!!!! HE HIT IT!!!!! HE HIT IT!!!!

Bryan Harris: HE’S ABOUT TO RUN OUT OF TIME!!!

The countdown clock shows five seconds as Moreno hooks the leg and goes for the pinfall. Senior referee Klinton Porter slides into position.

Moreno throws an exhausted arm over Rawlings and Porter administers the count with the crowd counting along.

ONE!!!

Crowd: “THREE...”

TWO!!!

CROWD: “TWO...”

THREE!!!

CROWD: “ONE...”

Bryan Harris: NO!!!! TIME’S UP!!!! TIME’S UP!!!

Jimmy Yates: HE DID IT !!! HE DID IT!!! NEW CHAMPION!!! NEW CHAMPION!!!!

Bryan Harris: NOOOOO!!!!!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the time has expired for this match, so the winner with two falls to one.... and NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW.... TAO... OF VALOR.... CHAMPION... JUSTIN..... MORENO!!!!

Alan Ducard: Incredible! The lad’s done it! He’s beaten Stephen Rawlings and won back the Tao of Valor Championship!!

Bryan Harris: What a FARCE... before tonight Moreno was the biggest disgrace to that belt in LEGACY history. Now? He’s a two-time disgrace.

Jimmy Yates: Hardly. Moreno is a fighter and he proved that in this match. No matter what Rawlings did... no matter what kind of tricks Rawlings pulled out of his bag, Moreno never succumbed to it. He kept fighting. He broke Rawlings’ spirit... and in the end, he became champion.

Shocked and extremely excited, Justin Moreno gets up off the mat and has his hand raised. Klinton Porter then moves over to the corner and takes the Tao of Valor Championship from the ring attendant, then turns around and hands it to J-Mo. Completely thrilled to be holding the belt again, Justin hugs it tight in his grasp and falls into the top turnbuckle, using it to hold himself up.

Alan Ducard: I believe Stephen Rawlings just found out that he is no longer the Tao of Valor Champion, and boy is he upset!

Bryan Harris: And why wouldn't he be upset? I fully expect him to dispute the outcome of this match, because frankly I think the timer might've expired before that final fall took place, and we should be in Sudden Death overtime right now!

Jimmy Yates: Whatever, Bryan...

Realizing that he's not going to convince Klinton Porter, Stephen Rawlings takes one last look at Justin Moreno, then heads out of the ring. With the belt now around his waist, Justin Moreno climbs up the turnbuckles and thrusts his hands into the air, getting a significant increase in intensity from the fans, all of whom seem to be cheering. Suddenly green fireworks burst up from each of the other three turnbuckles which Justin Moreno isn't currently standing on. The parting shot of the evening sees Moreno thump his chest.

Alan Ducard: What a great way to end a fantastic night of action. To all the Americans watching tonight's program, have a Happy and Safe Fourth of July! Goodnight!