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 glaring angrily. The Diabolik standing in a V with Crash at the head, the Legacy World Title on his shoulder.

"Me"

John Thomas stands with his arms crossed.

"Just me"

Justin Moreno running full speed towards the ring. Crazy Boy hangs out backstage talking with Greyson Blade. Rawlings smirks cockily and Issac runs his forked tongue across sharpened teeth.

"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. Jean Girard Baptiste stands in the center of a ring, the crowd roars their hatred.

"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 her.

"while the many are handsome"

Derek Shane admires himself in a mirror.

"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"

A quick flurry of people jumping off the top rope: X-Calibur's hang time elbow. Stephen Rawlings with a moonsault. Crazy Boy leaps. Diego de Cardenas spins.

"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"

Justin Moreno leaps with the M-80 on Stephen Rawlings. Makes the cover. Hoists the Tao of Valor title.

"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 another edition of STRIFE, which tonight comes to you from the campus of the University of Oregon here in beautiful Eugene, Oregon. The McArthur Court Arena was packed tonight, and they definitely got their money's worth.

Jimmy Yates: There's nothing like a college-town atmosphere, and...

Bryan Harris: That's exactly what Eugene is, Jimbo, and don't let anyone say otherwise, because aside from the campus, there's not much else here except for trees.

Alan Ducard: With Justin Moreno out of action this week, some people wondered what the quality of tonight's show would be like without a championship match on the card, but I'd say it was still quite enjoyable and filled with interesting and important happenings and matches alike.

Bryan Harris: Over a half-dozen matches to take place, tonight's show isn't as packed as the SuperCard was, but we still need to keep the ball rolling to fit everything in, so let's get things started.

(The scene is backstage where we see Racin Reynolds walking around absolutely excited sporting a pair of blue jeans, work boots, a trucker's hat, and a black LEGACY logo shirt. Intern Avery spots him jumping around like he's won the Daytona 500 as he starts to speak.)

Intern Avery: Pat, what in the world are you so excited over?

Racin Reynolds: They're makin' us a shirt!

Intern Avery: Umm... I don't follow.

Racin Reynolds: The people at LEGACY Merchandise are gonna be a-sellin' a Fast Times T-Shirt to all these here 'rasslin fans! Fast Times is goin' global, baby! We're goin' global now!

(Intern Avery looks at Pat who's giving a big goofy thumbs up and a grin to the camera as Avery begins to speak.)

Intern Avery: I... Umm... Uhhh...

Racin Reynolds: Yer absolutely speechless, ain't 'cha! This is gonna be great! Checkers or Wreckers, baby!

Intern Avery: Umm... O... K.... I've got some work to do. Congrats on the shirt, I guess.

Racin Reynolds: Why, yer welcome thar, Avery! Woo-hoo!

(Racin Reynolds then grabs Avery's bottle of Coca-Cola and begins to shake it and spray it everywhere like a NASCAR driver that's just won a race. Avery slowly backs away from the scene as he speaks to himself.)

Intern Avery: We must be getting REALLY desperate with merchandise if HE'S getting a shirt...

The broadcast switches back to the recap position.

Alan Ducard: Our opening match of the night represents a huge opportunity for two men, as the winner of this contest gets to go on to the next pay per view with a guaranteed Tao of Valor Championship match.

Jimmy Yates: Although the Tao of Valor Championship might be defended at almost every show, a chance to participate in a title match at a pay per view is a huge opportunity because it puts a person into a very bright spotlight, give them the chance to make a huge impact on a very large viewing audience.

Bryan Harris: I’d be happy to see either of these two guys as Tao of Valor Champion, especially compared to what we’ve currently got with Justin Moreno.

Alan Ducard: Justin Moreno, Adam Davis, Ron Bailey, they’re all three great options to hold the Tao of Valor Championship – which is easily one of the hottest championships in the business right now.

Jimmy Yates: Knowing what great competitors both of these men are, I knew going into this match that it was going to be great, so let’s get to the action.

Start : Footage from the Match

After a quick exchange, both men are back on their feet and begin circling each other a bit, Davis and Bailey tie up elbow to collarbone. Seconds later, Bailey nails an elbow straight into Davis’ temple which rocks him back a few feet. Giving Bailey plenty of room to strike, The Sure Thing jumps up off the mat and lands a spinning heel kick, which connects square into the cleft of Davis’ jaw. Sending him down to the mat, Bailey follows up the heel kick with a lateral press and LEGACY official Don Bower is there for the count..

One!!

Davis shoulders out just after one, and Bailey locks in a side head lock by encircling his near arm around Davis’ head.

Alan Ducard: Nice smooth transition there by Bailey. He’s so quick.

Grabbing for Davis’ wrist, Bailey attempts to complete an anaconda vice submission hold by bending the wrist upwards, but fortunately for Davis his foot draped on top of the bottom rope at the last second and effectively caused Bower to call for a break to the hold at the count of three.

Bryan Harris: Thief! The Long Kiss Goodnight! That’s Eli Storm’s move!

Alan Ducard: In all fairness, that’s a popular Brazilian-Jiu-Jitsu and Judo submission hold, and with Bailey’s background in MMA he easily could’ve been using that hold much longer than Eli.

Bryan Harris: That’s crap and you know it! I think he should owe some royalties to Eli!

Jimmy Yates: If we’re going to start coining submission holds, then half this roster owes some serious coinage to the MMA world.

Letting go of the painful hold, Bailey stands up on the mat and Davis follows suit. Bailey attempts to take Davis off of his feet again with a leg sweep, but Davis deftly jumped it like a jump rope and extended his right foot right into Bailey’s pectoral muscles. Driving Bailey back on the defensive, Davis charges forward and nails a crossbody which sends both competitors down to the canvas. Instead of making the cover though, Davis locks in a side head lock and encircles his near around Bailey’s head.

Bryan Harris: What the HELL?! Now Davis is stealing !!

Jimmy Yates: Oh get over it, Bry. Jesus..

Bailey blocks the mirrored maneuver by Davis by sending a kick square into Davis’ spine. Bailey sends a second kick into his spine, but Davis blocks it by swatting his forearms. Rolling back onto his feet with great agility, Davis grabs Bailey’s feet before he even had the chance to realize what Davis was doing. Flipping forward into a jackknife pinning position, Bower is once again there with the count.

One!!

NO!!

Alan Ducard: To answer a question you posed to me and the audience when this match began, Bryan, this match is pretty special because both of these great competitors have a big background in MMA. From what I understand, Davis has been itching to match holds and strikes with Bailey all week.

Jimmy Yates: Personally, I think Bailey might hold the upper hand in that department just a bit. But on the flip side, Davis has shown some impressive mat wrestling in his career and, specifically, in this match, and he’s certainly got a better wrestling resume than Ron.

After Bailey muscles out just after one, both competitors quickly get to their feet in a defensive draw. The fans applaud them with respect as Davis smiles wide with a confident smirk, but rubbing his jaw from the spinning heel kick. Bailey, usually showing the same type of confidence, instead shows no emotion and stares a hole straight into Davis.

Jimmy Yates: Man Bailey has never looked more focused before in a match. I am liking this, let me tell you.

Bryan Harris: Davis, and a lot of people, don’t think Bailey stands a chance. THIS is the World Champion caliber Iceman we’ve all heard about from OPW, folks.

Alan Ducard: One thing I should note is how fresh these guys seem to be. Those of you watching at home on the tape delay broadcast might not realize this but this match has been going on for about ten or so minutes. These guys are just refusing to look tired against one another.

Jimmy Yates: Both of them are cardio kings, so it’s not wonder they’re trying to go the distance instead of rushing things.

Both Davis and Bailey circle around each other again before coming to another tie-up. Even in height, with Bailey only having a slight weight advantage, neither men show any signs of backing down in what has become an almost test of strength.

Alan Ducard: This match couldn’t have been more even.

Bryan Harris: Even? Hah! Bailey’s nowhere NEAR the world champion class athlete that Adam Davis is.

Jimmy Yates: Ron Bailey has yet to grab that brass ring in the main event scene, but that doesn’t mean he can’t go toe to toe with the best of them. If he can go toe to toe with somebody like X-Calibur, the bottom line is that he can go toe to toe with anybody in LEGACY.

Alan Ducard: Excellently put, James.

Davis manages to outsmart his opponent by using Bailey’s own strength against him. With Davis side-stepping him, Bailey tumbles into the ropes. Davis sneaks in with a go-behind and locks his hands together in waist-lock. Pulling him out towards the center of the ring, Davis lifts Bailey up into the air and crashes down to the mat with a belly to back release suplex. Bailey almost lands completely on his neck with great impact and the audience cries out with horror form the close call.

Jimmy Yates: Man... we’ve had enough neck injuries as of late.

Davis hooks a leg and Bower is there to administer the count..

One!!

Two!!

Bailey kicks out just after two, and holds the back of his neck with a painful grimace strewn about his face.

Davis wastes no time and picks him up to his feet. Softening up the neck even more, Davis locks in a standing neck crank. Bailey hollers out with pain and cusses with complete anger. Incensed by Davis’ systematic attack, Bailey shoots an elbow to the ribs which reels Davis back a bit.

Alan Ducard: Bailey looks like he’s getting frustrated.

It’s just enough room for Bailey to escape his clutches and run into the ropes. Davis stays on the attack though and follows Bailey in. As Bailey turns around, Davis delivers a crushing Muay-Thai knee to the abdomen which causes Bailey to flip forward halfway across the ring and onto the canvas.

Bryan Harris: Ouch!! I heard the smack of knee joint meeting beer gut there... that was sickening.

Alan Ducard: Bailey’s got a washboard stomach. I’m not sure what the bloody hell you’re even talking about anymore.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah. And speaking of beer guts...

Bryan Harris: What? Don’t look at me like that!

Davis grabs Bailey who is slower to his feet even with the extra guidance, and immediately sets him up for what appears to be a vertical suplex. All of a sudden, Davis swings to the right and then to the left before snapping back to the right and down to the canvas with a flush swinging neckbreaker. Hooking the leg, Bower is right there...

One!!

Two!!

Thr- Just before the three, Bailey uses his leg strength to kick out.

Bryan Harris: The bloodletting has begun, ladies and gentlemen. This is where Adam Davis begins to impose his will on The Sure Thing.

Jimmy Yates: I must admit, Davis is suddenly looking remarkable against Ron Bailey. Bailey refuses to stay down though, so we’ll see how Davis keeps up his offense...

Alan Ducard: Bailey showed the world last week that he if fully capable of mounting a miraculous comeback and snagging the victory when you least expect it.

Davis brings Bailey to his feet again when he is met with some forearm shots to the forehead and face. Momentarily stunning him, Bailey shoots in for a standing enziguri. Davis simply ducks it though and watches with great pleasure Bailey fall flat on his face. Davis drops a snapping elbow drop right down onto the back of his neck, and before long, Davis locks in a devastating crossface submission hold.

Bryan Harris: Crossface!! This could be it!!

Alan Ducard: Davis is a shark. He smells the blood, and he’s going straight for the kill. Only a pro would be this purposive in his attack.

Bailey reaches out for the ropes but doesn’t find any near him. As some of the crowd rallies behind him, Davis locks the crossface in even tighter and cranks back as far as he can go with the perfectly applied submission maneuver. Sensing that the ropes are behind him, Bailey starts feeling for the bottom rope with his toe but keeps coming up empty. Bailey lifts his hand up like he’s going to tap, but before he even thinks about submitting his toe grazes underneath the bottom rope and Bower begins counting. Holding on until four, Davis lets go and surveys the damage done.

Bryan Harris: Again, Bailey is saved by the ropes!!

Davis drags Bailey out towards the center of the ring and flips him over onto his back. Grabbing him by the legs he signals to the crowd for his patented elevated single-leg crab.

Bryan Harris: Smart move... if he locks in his Grave Pain signature hold in the middle of the ring, this one will be over in a flash!!

Alan Ducard: I agree, actually. The way Bailey’s neck has such taken severe punishment, I don’t see him lasting long at all in the hold.

Davis bends down momentarily to heave Bailey back onto his stomach, but as soon as Davis’ hea is within reach, he pulls his arm down and tucks his head inside for a small package.

One!!

Two!!

THR- No!!

Jimmy Yates: Just like that, Bailey almost won the match.

Bryan Harris: Keyword there being “almost”. He’s seriously running out of options to defend against Davis, and if I were him I’d high tail it out of there before the inevitable loss.

Alan Ducard: Bailey may be many things to some people, Bryan, but a coward isn’t one of them.

Bailey and Davis get to their feet, and Davis lunges at Bailey with a clothesline. Bailey ducks just in time to latch onto Davis’ arms with his own. He drives Davis down to the mat with a backslide and Bower immediately makes the count.

One!!

Two!!

Davis kicks out from the second pinning maneuver attempted from Bailey in a row. Both men get to their feet and once again Davis makes a lunging attempt at Bailey with a stiff street ball like lariat . Ducking underneath it, Bailey grabs Davis’ arm for another backslide but Davis blocks it. Turning the tide, he tries to pull Bailey forward into a backslide of his own but Bailey rolls backwards off of his back with great athleticism.

Bailey sends a boot to Davis’ gut and doubles him over. Lifting him up straight into the air like a spike ready to be hammered into the ground Bailey holds it for a few seconds before jumping up and landing flush onto the canvas with a picture perfect piledriver. Bailey holds the back of his neck for a moment, feeling the stiffness after heaving Davis’ body up.

Bailey manages to hook a leg for the cover..

One!!

Two!!

Thr- NO!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know HOW Davis kicked out of that piledriver!! Bailey nailed that move with excellent execution..

Bryan Harris: It’s going to take more than a little bump on the noggin’ to knock off Davis in a match.

Alan Ducard: Look at Bailey, he’s calling for it!

Bailey signals to the live audience for his signature “Go 2 Sleep” fireman’s carry knee strike and the crowd all rises to their feet. Lifting Davis up into the fireman’s carry, Bailey struggles to hold him in the center of the ring, wincing from the pains shooting through his neck Davis manages to slip down behind him and onto his feet after the momentary delay. He quickly turns Bailey around to face him and then proceeds to lift Bailey up into a fireman’s carry of his own.

Alan Ducard: The Cold Shoulder!!!

Just before Davis could drop down with the neck breaker, Bailey escapes his clutches by slipping down in front of Davis. Instinctively, Bailey lifts Davis up into another fireman’s carry. Not giving Davis enough time to squirm out of it, bailey drops Davis down in front of him and shoots a knee strike up for Davis’ face.

Jimmy Yates: The Sure Thing!!!

Bryan Harris: It’s over!!!

Alan Ducard: Davis blocked it!!

Blocking the knee strike by swatting downwards with both of his forearms, Davis quickly picks Bailey up into the fourth consecutive fireman’s carry in a row between the two competitors. Swinging Bailey’s body outwards, he snaps down to the mat with a modified neckbreaker. Risingup only to his knees, Adam Davis brushes off his shoulder, then spins around and immediately hooks a leg.

One!!

Two!!

Three!!

Bryan Harris: Holy CRAP!!!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match... The ICEMAN.... ADAM.... DAVIS!!!

Davis gets to his knees after the bell rings and shakes his head as he looks down on the unconscious Ron Bailey, then walks off to a mixture of cheering with a smattering of booing from various parts of the arena who seem to be Ron Bailey fans.

Alan Ducard: Wow. That was highly impressive of Adam Davis to continue trying for the Cold Shoulder until he eventually got it. The Sure Thing is a hard move to correctly block because of Bailey’s lightning fast knee strike, but somehow, someway, Davis managed to do it.

Jimmy Yates: This match had huge implications on the Tao of Valor title scene... and now? The fans get to see a potentially incredible match-up between the Tao of Valor Champion Justin Moreno, and the new number one contender... “Iceman” Adam Davis!!

Bryan Harris: The bottom line is this. It’s about damn time Adam Davis started stepping up in LEGACY and began acting like the champion he once was in OPW. He’s got a huge opportunity ahead of him with his match against Justin Moreno... and no one can deny it after seeing this match that heis in for the fight of his life.

Happy as a clam to be backstage at his first Legacy show, Benjamin “Benny” Jackson, the newest roster member walks around, taking it all in. He sees road agents and referees and security people and wardrobe people and other people who help produce the show. Once Ben gets a little further down the hall, he gets to the part where the locker rooms are and just glances at the paper affixed to each of the doors. Out from one of them steps Allen Franks.

Benny Jackson: Hey, you’re The Montreal Kid, right? Allen Franks, of the Canuckin’ Cowboys?

Allen looks a little surprised. He’s not exactly the kind of guy who gets noticed. He’s certainly not the biggest guy in most rooms… unless they’re in Japan. And it’s not like the Canuckin’ Cowboys have become an elite tag team yet.

Allen Franks: Yep, that’s me. And you are...?

With a slightly bigger smile on his face than a moment ago, Benny extends his hand, and Allen shakes it.

Benny Jackson: The name’s Benjamin Jackson. I’m the newest guy on this roster, and since I don’t have a match tonight I wanted to walk around and see who I might get to meet. So far, you’re the first.

Allen Franks: Glad I could make your acquaintance, Ben.

Benny Jackson: Pleasures’s all mine, Allen. I think we’ll get along pretty good, you and me. My friends call me Benny or Benny Boy, so if you want, you can too.

Allen Franks: Well then, Benny, I guess I’ll be seeing you around.

Benny Jackson: Yep yep.

The broadcast fades to black, and then an advertisement appears.

After a few seconds for viewers to take it all in, the footage goes back to the recap position.

Jimmy Yates: That’s an interesting shirt that the LEGACY Merch crew put together for X-Calibur, and as we learned earlier tonight, they also put together a shirt for one of the members in our next match of the evening.

Bryan Harris: For some crazy reason, somebody thought it was a good idea to spend the time and effort to design and create a shirt for Fast Times, figuring there are some fans of Jimmy Smith and Racin’ Pat Reynolds who have some money burning a hole in their pockets.

Alan Ducard: I’m quite certain there are plenty of fans who, like me, are becoming more and more interested in Fast Times the more we learn about Pat Reynolds, who tonight has the chance to create a winning streak as he takes on Derek Shane – who needs a win tonight to avoid extending his losing streak.

Bryan Harris: There’s a common theme going on in this match which should give you a big hint what’s going to happen tonight. Derek Shane’s loss to Adam Davis at Glimmer of Hope? It was a fluke, just like Pat Reynolds’ win two weeks ago was a fluke.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know if I’d agree with either of those assessments, but let’s find out what happens here tonight as the two of them step into the ring with one another.

Start : Footage from the Match

Reynolds whips Shane into the corner and follows through with a clothesline. Reynolds hits Shane with a chop and while the crowd WOOOOs the ref reprimands Reynolds telling him to get Shane out of the corner. Reynolds obliges by giving Shane a hip toss into the center of the ring, and follows it up with a leg drop and hooks the leg for a pin. The ref takes a moments to try and slide his hand under each of Shane's shoulders to make sure they are completely down then starts to make the count.

One

Two

kick out

Jimmy Yates: Reynolds is thoroughly working over Shane in the opening half of this contest.

Alan Ducard: Reynolds remembers the humiliation he and Big Jimmy went through a few months ago when Shane arrived in LEGACY and now he is trying to get some revenge.

Reynolds grabs Shane by the back of his neck and pulls him to his feet, and the ref warns him to stay away from Shane's hair.

Jimmy Yates: From this angle I didn't see any hair pulling.

Bryan Harris: Referee Klinton Proter is doing a great job officiating this match and he is just letting Reynolds know he has his eye on him.

Reynolds whips Shane into the ropes and hits him with a solid forearm knocking him to the mat. Ref Porter immediately starts to chastise him for using a closed fist.

Alan Ducard: Something smells fishy.

Bryan Harris: Jimmy close your legs.

Shane sneaks up behind Reynolds while he is being reprimanded by Porter and hits a low blow obvious in plain sight view of the ref and rolls Reynolds up in a school boy grabbing a handful of tights as the ref drops to make the count.

ONE-TWO-THR.. kickout

Jimmy Yates: Porters pacing between counts seems to be off as he didn't bother to check and make sure Reynolds shoulders were down like he did Shane's earlier.

Bryan Harris: He obviously had a better view of Reynolds shoulders and could see they were both down.

Shane grabs Reynolds and whips him into the ropes swings his arm behind his back appearing to have grabbed something out of the back of his trunks and hits Reynolds square in the chest with a discuss punch. Reynolds drops to the mat and Shane tosses the item out of the ring. Porter half heartedly admonishes Shane for the closed fist completely ignoring the foreign object that was tossed out of the ring or the fact that Shane is standing on Reynoldss throat as he is being reprimanded.

Alan Ducard: If I didn't know any better I would say ref Klinton Porter has been paid off by Shane.

Bryan Harris: How dare you sully the good name of one of LEGACY's top officials, and insinuate that a superior athlete like Shane would have to pay off a ref to get a win.

Shane removes his boot from Reynolds throat and goes to pull Racin' Pat to his feet, but Pat sends a punch into Shane's gut and then grabs him by the neck but the ref swats Reynolds's hand away allowing Shane to toss Reynolds over his head with a back body drop.

Jimmy Yates: This is ridiculous the ref is blatantly interfering in the match.

Bryan Harris: It was obvious that Racin' Pat was attempting to pull Shane's hair and the ref wasn't having it.

The ref walks toward the side of the ring and leans out to say something to the ring announcer, but Shane pulls him back in and shakes his head and says something to the ref.

Alan Ducard: It looks like Porter was about to disqualify Reynolds for his repeated closed fists and hair pulling, but Shane told him not to.

Bryan Harris: See Shane is an honorable man and wants to win this match fairly even if he has to battle Reynolds underhanded tactics.

Shane turns away from the ref and right into Racin' Pat who lifts him up in the air seemingly going for a back breaker but Shane gives him a thumber to the eye and reverses it into a spinning DDT quickly grabbing a handful of tights with both of his feet on the second turnbuckle the ref drops and slaps the mat quickly.

ONE-TWO-THREE

Josephina hesitates for a moment then makes her announcement.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Derek... Shane!

Jimmy Yates: This is an outrage, that's the fastest three count I've ever seen!

Alan Ducard: It was a bit swift, and you could imagine that Pat Reynolds might want to revisit the video tape with a stopwatch in hand.

The ref raises Shane's arm in victory and as Shane puts his arm down and exits the ring the ref gives him a wink and follows not to far behind.

The scene shifts backstage where we find The Outlaw storming down one of the backstage halls with a definite purpose in his step. From the sneer on his face and the look in his eyes, we can see that he is out to kick some ass and spill some blood here tonight in Eugene, Oregon. The Outlaw passes by one of the production crew wearing a headset, and spins him around by the shoulder, startling him.

The Outlaw: Where is Entragain?

The man’s brown eyes grow a bit wider with the intensity in Blade’s voice. He’s not screaming but there is an almost frightening intensity in his voice that keeps the production member silent.

The Outlaw: I ask you where is Entragain? I know he’s here tonight – he has No Limits match. Now, do you know what that son of a b*tch is?

The man shrinks back in front of The Outlaw who looks gargantuan by comparison, his large arms almost bursting out of his "Demand Respect" t-shirt, as he clenches his fists in frustration. He glares at the small man before him until finally he shakes his head in disgust and continues down the hall on his mission to spill Entragain's blood. The Outlaw finally turns round the corner and arrives back at the locker room where his search originally began, and he slams his fist off the locker room door, and then brings it up along his bandaged forehead, still carrying wounds from the attack last Strife. As Blade turns away from the door it opens, and there standing behind him is Crazy Boy. Crazy Boy looks at his mentor and smiles, walking out of the locker room and standing in front of Blade. He smiles again and closes the door behind him with a soft thud as he nods his head.

CB: What is going on out here? I'm getting ready for my big match coming up, and I hear a hell of a commotion out here.

Tyrone looks at his mentor again, who has his fists clenched and anger on his face. Crazy Boy's eyes go wide as he takes a step back, his back almost pressed against the wall. He shakes his head and sighs.

CB: Dude, it's about Entragain isn't it?

The Outlaw: You're damn right CB. I've been waiting for tonight ever since Allocca and Entragain left me bleeding in that ring. Issac refers to Greg has HIS Angel of Violence, so I have no doubt that he was behind Allocca's post match attack. I have no doubt his little spectacle of pulling Allocca off me wasn't about some "mercy" bullsh*t. It wasn't about showing me respect. It was about humiliating me. If he really respected what I could he would have finished me off. No, in spite of what he says about wanting me at my best, he wants just enough left behind that he can try to humiliate me as I humiliated him at Glimmer of Hope. Well, I'll be DAMNED if I take that disrespect last week without response, and I'm not going to just walk into our rematch as the only one carrying recent wounds from this war.

Greyson's fists are clenched-white knuckled in anger and he turns away from CB, realizing the disconcerting effect he's having on Tyrone.

CB puts a hand on Greysons shoulder and shakes his head slowly.

CB: Listen, man. I respect you like no one else in Legacy, and I completely understand that you want to tear Issac apart, but I'm doing to ask a favor of you. I do not want you to get involved anyway shape of form with my match tonight. I don't want you to attack Isaac pre-match or come out an attack or distract him. Issac talks about how I'm taking on this fight to impress you, but really this is about me fighting my fight. I can win this myself, man. Look, you need to rest up a little bit. Let me take on Issac tonight. Let me be a man and do this the right way, one-on-one.

Crazy Boy releases his hand from Blades shoulder and takes a couple of steps back, looking at Blades fists not as clenched as before. The Outlaw pauses for a moment, the anger still burning inside of him, but what CB had just asked him ... how could he say no? Finally, he looked back to CB, and gritting his teeth he nods, before fully responding.

The Outlaw: CB, man, look, you can see how badly I want to rip Entrgain apart, right here, right now, but ... you've shown me a great deal of respect since I came back to LEGACY, and you want to do things like a man the right way. Out of respect for you and out of respect for how much this match means to you ... I'll back off. You don't want me involved, and I will honor that request.

CB: I know how much you dislike the guy, Blade, but sometimes I just have to fight my own battles. Like you, I have something to prove here in Legacy, as I am climbing the ranks of the No Limits division. I just need to show you and everyone else that I am my own person and a force to reckon with, someday I do want a shot at that gold, but tonight I'm beating Issac in the middle of that ring.

Tyrone smiles again as he looks up at Blade, trying to figure out what is going on through his mind as he sighs, and nods.

The Outlaw: I understand Tyrone. I understand. You aren't "mine" and you have a career just like I do. You go out there tonight and you beat Entragain and climb that ladder. Tonight, he's yours, and for now? I guess I'll have to wait.

With that Blade gives CB his own pat on the back as he turns off down the hall, distancing himself from CB, and hopefully any thoughts of going against his word to his ally.

SuperCard STRIFE 38

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.

--Flash forward--

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..."

--Flash forward--

"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.

--Flash forward. Scene change--

"They don't understand you."

Slowly pacing back and forth on the stage where he has, on occasion, presented technical wrestling seminars, Mirage allows each line to sink in before moving onto the next with a practiced, fluid delivery.

"They don't respect you."

Hitting a button on a hand held remote, a freeze-framed photo from Strife SuperCard 38 appears on the screen behind him. Stopping, Mirage turns and looks at the photo, then turns back toward the audience with a confused look on his face. The image: Katsuro Yoshida has a hand on Mirage’s chest, keeping him at a distance.

"I'm confused. I-I...just don't know what to say. For what reason did Katsuro lay a hand on me? Did I attack him? No. Did I make a threatening gesture? No. Now, I've taken the liberty of watching that scene unfold a number of times, and aside from a little innocent ribbing of Bushido Buntai, I never once made a threat to the health or safety of Osamu Hayashi. Not once. Yet Katsuro felt the need to be defensive and lay a hand on me. But the disturbing reason is why. Tell me. Do you know why?!

Mirage pauses a few moments, folding his hands behind his back.

"Because they don't fear you."

Continuing to pace back and fourth in front of the photo, Mirage points up toward the screen, but doesn't begin speaking right away, instead focusing attention on the photo.

"With the looming form of Lucien Grey standing behind me, Katsuro wasn't fearful in the least. Why?"

With a sudden attention getting jolt, Mirage yells.

"WHY?!"

As the booming voice echos in the auditorium, Mirage looks down and shakes his head.

--Flash forward--

"Lucien, this isn't a game. I choose you for a reason. It's not good enough that they merely see you coming. It's not good enough that you're one of the biggest of the big men in this sport. It's not good enough to just...be. ... When they see you, Lucien, they...should...fear."

Pointing up toward the screen, Mirage flips the picture to Lucien Grey stomping down on Katsuro.

"Three words to explain this, Lucien. Not. Good. Enough. Next time, when you put Katsuro down...you make him not wanna get back up. They say nice guys finish last. Don't ever finish last around me. I don't tolerate losers. You already know that much."

"…when I gave you the opportunity to infect them with fear...you immunized them, instead. They want revenge now. They're gonna try to hurt you. They're gonna try to hurt me. All because you didn't send the message when you could have. .... Consider this match your pennance. This time, send a message so loud that everyone gets it. This time, spread the word of fear."

Hopping down off the stage, Mirage drops to one knee before Lucien Grey.

"They may not understand you. They may not respect you."

Mirage pauses, allowing his words to sink in.

"But I do, Lucien. I do. And soon...so will they."

After the video footage is shown, we cut back to the recap position.

Alan Ducard: After hearing the motivational words of Mirage, you have to wonder just how affective these two are going to be once they reach their full potential.

Bryan Harris: I’ve followed Mirage’s entire career, and if it’s one thing Mirage truly excels at better than 99% of the people to ever step into a ring, it’s getting the best performance out of people he forms alliances with.

Jimmy Yates: That’s true, but there’s one thing you can count on, it’s only a matter of time before he turns his back on them and makes them regret ever joining up with him in the first place.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, he’s dumped a few friends on their asses in his day, but who hasn’t? Besides, I really think this time, it’s different.

Alan Ducard: Well tonight there’s a chance for us to see just how well they can coexist, because they have to step into the ring against former #1 Contenders to the World Tag Team Titles - Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer.

Jimmy Yates: The Worldwide Bushido Buntai haven’t been very consistent the past couple months, but they’ve at least been a tag team pairing for the past few months, training together, getting acclimated to one another’s styles in the ring, figuring out the best ways to work together and win matches. Experience plays a huge role in this business, and that’s something that – as a team – Mirage and Lucien Gray just don’t have.

Bryan Harris: Would it matter? Let’s find out.

Start : Footage from the Match

We join the match with Lucien Gray shoving Katsuro Yoshida in the corner before hitting several shoulder thrusts to the gut before he slumps down in the corner. Lucien backs up a few steps before going for a running knee strike in the corner as he hits Katsuro full force with his knee connecting the face full bore.

Alan Ducard: Oh my, Katsuro may be in dire need of some dental work after that vicious knee to the face.

Bryan Harris: For all we know, after the impact of that, he might think he's Mr. Miagi after being hit that hard.

Jimmy Yates: Things definitely not looking good for the former No Limits champion or World-Wide Bushido Buntai for that matter.

Lucien then goes to pick up Katsuro and lock him in a sleeper, but Yoshida counters it with a modified jawbreaker, dazing the big man. Katsuro hits a low dropkick to the knee of the big man before backing up and hitting a desperation running front dropkick to the face. Lucien is wobbling, but doesn't go down immediately. Undeterred, Katsuro hits a second one, this time sending Gray down to the canvas. Katsuro then slowly tries to find his way to Kevin Oppenheimer, but Lucien sits up in anger and gets up, tagging in Mirage while grabbing Katsuro's legs in position for a Wheelbarrow Powerbomb as he hits it and Mirage follows it up with a running legdrop to the back of the neck.

Alan Ducard: For team that hasn't been a cohesive unit very long, Mirage and Gray are certainly working together quite well, aren't they?

Bryan Harris: I've got the feeling we're starting to see a tag team dynasty here, boys!

Jimmy Yates: Somehow I think Mirage is only doing this for one person, and that's not for Lucien's benefit.

Mirage then picks up Katsuro in position for a vertical suplex but falls forward instead for a front suplex as Mirage soaks in the reaction of the fans in attendance. Mirage then picks up Katsuro for a scoop slam and dumps him onto the canvas. Mirage, methodically, begins stomping on Katsuro. First he stomps on the right arm, then the ribs, the right thigh, the and the right ankle before stomping the left ankle, left thigh, ribs on the left side, left arm, left shoulder, and the forehead with a smirk on his face the whole time.

Alan Ducard: Certainly took a page out of Ronnie Garvin's play-book there, didn't he, chaps?

Bryan Harris: Except he does it BETTER than Garvin ever could... or certain stars up North that shall remain nameless.

Jimmy Yates: Now if he does the "Hands Of Stone", I'm throwing a flag for trademark-infringement!

Mirage then waits for Katsuro to get up, smacking him in the head repeatedly screaming "Get Up!" at him. Katsuro stalls for a moment as it looks like Mirage is going to hit a running clothesline, but out of nowhere, Katsuro counters with a desperation enzuigiri kick to the head, knocking Mirage down to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: Call it desperation, call it whatever you will, but that was an amazing counter by Katsuro!

Bryan Harris: Question is doe she have enough left in the tank to make the tag?

Jimmy Yates: Well, we're about to find out. Yoshida almost to his corner and THERE'S THE TAG TO OPPENHEIMER!

Kevin Oppenheimer then comes in with forearm shots to Lucien, knocking him down on the apron and he then delivers several bionic elbow shots to the head of Mirage, knocking the veteran down on the mat.

Alan Ducard: The Legend Of Guy Fawkes!

Bryan Harris: No, his name's Kevin Oppenheimer.

Jimmy Yates: That's the name of that move, Bryan. I guess that Texas education's catching up to you, huh?

Bryan Harris: Can it, Jimmy boy!

Oppenheimer then goes to pick up Mirage for what appears to be a German Suplex when Lucien tries to barge in and has the referee distracted. As that's going on, Mirage kicks Oppenheimer between the legs, doubling him over. Referee Don Bower then turns to check on Oppenheimer so with Bower's back turned, Mirage tags his own hand to make the sound of a tag being made as Lucien then comes in and knocks Yoshida down to the arena floor before picking up Oppenheimer for a short-arm clothesline, nearly turning Oppenheimer inside out. He then backs up as Mirage makes the blind tag and goes right to the top rope.

Jimmy Yates: I think we saw this once before…

Reaching up and grabbing his tag team partner who is poised on the top turnbuckle, Lucien throws Mirage nearly all the way across the ring, and Mirage lands a headbutt to the groin of Oppenheimer, who looks like he's going to puke up his gall-bladder after the impact as Mirage hooks the leg for the pin.

Alan Ducard: Certainly unorthodox teamwork there with Lucien launching Mirage in the air for "Death From Above", and that should do it.

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Bryan Harris: That's it, it's over! Stick a fork in 'em cuz they're DONE!

Jimmy Yates: Real clever analogy there, Bryan.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen... your winners of the match... the team of Lucien Gray and Marcus Mirage!!!

Alan Ducard: Certainly a convincing win by the team of Mirage and Lucien Gray. One must wonder where they fit in this growing tag team title scene.

Bryan Harris: I think we've got ourselves a team that could pose a serious threat to Domination!

Jimmy Yates: While Lucien and Mirage had an impressive win to be sure, I have to wonder what it's going to take for World-Wide Bushido Buntai to get back on the winning track?

Alan Ducard: Well, while that will be something to follow in the coming weeks, right now you can't help but marvel at the teamwork of Mirage and Gray!

Leaning up against the wall, Landon Savage has a concerned look on his face as he stands four feet from John Thomas and Anastasia Ewing. As John turns his head to look at his road agent girlfriend, we can see the side of his chin is taped up.

John Thomas: Yeah, Lando, I’d say you’ve been doing a good job, and I totally wouldn’t worry about the fact that people don’t like you as much as Smith Cartwright. In fact, I’d say that’s a good thing.

While he talks, it’s clear that John is favoring his jaw.

Landon Savage: The wrestlers, I’m not too worried about them. It’s the rest of the staff. They don’t seem to… respect me.

John tries to act shocked, but as he opens his mouth, you can see it hurt him a little bit.

John Thomas: Really?

Anastasia Ewing: That’s not true. I mean, some of them don’t think you’re doing a good job, but the rest of us…

Out of the corner of his eye, John Thomas notices a trio coming down the hall. From the looks on their faces, you can tell that neither Loco Martinez nor either of the two members of ANARCHY even notice John is there. Speaking up a bit louder than before…

John Thomas: LOOK AT THE BRIGHT SIDE, IT’S NOT LIKE ANY OF THEM ARE TRYING TO BREAK YOUR JAW!!

Slowing to a halt, Loco spots the man he has considered a friend for the better part of the past five years or more and leads Arch Angel and T.Rex over. From the looks on either of their faces, it’s hard to tell whether John Thomas or Loco Martinez are happy to see one another, but from their body language, neither appear ready to fight.

John Thomas: Hey, Loc’. Funny to see you here, I was just thanking Lando for making sure I didn’t get booked for tonight’s show. The doc said I probably wouldn’t want to take any more damage to my jaw for at least a couple more weeks… You know, seeing as how it nearly broke when you decided to kick it REALLY HARD!

Loco Martinez stares icily at John Thomas before smirking.

Loco Martinez: Glad to hear its still working.

John nods and a partial smirk forms, forcing him to wince, then slowly takes off the bandage. Loco turns to Anarchy and nods.

Loco Martinez: You guys go ahead. I'll meet up with you in a few.

John points at his jaw, particularly the part with the deep blue bruising.

John Thomas: So what do you think of your handiwork, Loc’? I haven’t seen you since you laid me out and ruined one of my biggest crowning achievements in my career thus far, so take a good look.

Standing there for a moment, John gives Loco a chance to see the affect of the LOCapitator. After sizing it up, Martinez nods.

Loco Martinez: Looks good... just consider it a nice dose of that "tough love" you were trying to dish out. I figured... what's good for the goose?

John Thomas: It’s like that -

Loco Martinez: John I didn't want to kick you. Hell I felt BAD when I kicked you. Try to convince yourself otherwise, but realize... I felt BAD. And it dawned on me, John. WHY? Did you feel bad for everything YOU'VE done? YOUR "tough love"? No. You did what you set out to do. You BEAT Rocky Stellar. You got what you wanted. I counted Rocky Stellar down for a three count. But that wasn't enough. And well... I tried to solve things diplomatically... but THAT didn't get through you thick skull. So I found something that DID.

Slowly, John nods just a little bit.

John Thomas: This thing… it was all supposed to be over once we were rid of Rocky Stellar. After what I did to him, I don’t think he’s coming back, but it’s obvious to me that this isn’t over. Problem NOT solved. This wasn’t supposed to come between us, Jay. Somewhere along the line you lost sight of what I was trying to do and you took this personal.

Loco Martinez: How am I NOT supposed to take it personally? You put me BETWEEN the two of you. Like I was supposed to pick a side, or play favorites. YOU lost sight of something: OUR FRIENDSHIP. So yeah when you DO THAT? I take it personally. I guess I'm "crazy" like that.

The frustration is very visible on John’s face.

John Thomas: When I walked out of that six-man tag, that was trying to give you an idea of what kind of a partner Stellar had become. When I pinned you in the Co-Op, that was to show you what I was capable of, to show you that I was just as capable of beating you one-on-one as Stellar used to be back in the day… back when he was in championship form. You kicking me in the jaw? THAT was personal. What had I done to you to deserve that, beaten the hell out of a dude who never treated you like a friend? Putting your BUDDY on the shelf and doing his body and his family the favor that he couldn’t do for himself?

Loco Martinez: If you want to "show" me what you're capable of? And don't want to rely on a cheap shot? Name the time and place, John. Later tonight? Next Strife? I mean, hell, I haven't wrestled since the Co-Op, so I've got the itch.

Loco clearly heated steps into Thomas getting very close.

John Thomas: I don’t want to rely on a cheap shot, Loc’, because there are people all over the world who love to find reasons why I’m not as good as some people consider me to be. I’d love to get a match with you, but tonight?

John points at the jaw.

John Thomas: Not gonna happen. Next STRIFE? Even if I thought that was a good idea, which I don’t, the front office wouldn’t go for it... and I’m sure Lando, here, would tell you that the front office’s reason for not having it on STRIFE 40 and MY reason for not having it on STRIFE 40 are the same. A match as big as this? It deserves to be on a pay per view.

For the first time since Loco showed up, Landon Savage speaks up.

Landon Savage: John’s right, Loco, it would definitely need to be at the pay per view.

Loco Martinez: Heh, I’m fine with that. They can bill it as Battle of the Brooding Brohams or whatever they want, drive up the buyrates to go along with the Crash vs X-Calibur main event.

Landon Savage: About that itch… why don’t you and John get warm-up matches to take place at STRIFE 40?

Loco smiles.

Loco Martinez: I'm up for whatever, Landon. You guys have kept me cooped up since G.o.H. I got to referee a match... yeah... So whatever you have in that little head of yours? Put it on paper. And I'll be here next week. As for our little match up, JT??

Loco playfull swats JT on his damaged cheek/jaw area.

Loco Martinez: ... Get ready for more of the same.

Landon gets a disturbed look on his face and looks right at Loco Martinez.

Landon Savage: You do realize he’s not joking around about his jaw, right? It IS seriously hurt, I’ve SEEN the doctor’s note. I watched the footage a couple times, you caught him FLUSH, and he wasn’t expecting it AT ALL!

Landon looks over at John, whose arm Anastasia is hanging onto, concerned for his welfare.

Landon Savage: How about this. John, you pick Loco’s opponent for him.

Giving it some thought, John responds.

John Thomas: I’d want it to be someone appropriate… How about Stephen Rawlings, he got anything else going on next week?

Landon shakes his head.

Landon Savage: Nope. Shouldn’t be a problem to get that match signed.

Loco clears his throat. Loco flashes his trademark smile, but something is clearly amusing him.

Loco Martinez: You... brought a DOCTOR's note? You're ridiculous, dude. As for Rawlings? fine with me. I'm sure his panties are still wadded up over the fact that I took the Legacy World Title from him and then became the longest running champion in Legacy's history.

Loco pretends to think for a moment.

Loco Martinez: As for YOU, "Lock Jaw", I'll try to keep you from a brawler or a striker, cuz I don't want this f(eep)ing drama "ow my mouth really really hurts" continue, sooo... how about a submission guy. A technician, if you will. Devastation?? Yeah, Devastation versus John Thomas. Strife 40.

The look on his face doesn't change, and John Thomas continues to glare straight into Loco's eyes. Looking a little worried, Landon tries to interject, but John speaks up first.

John Thomas: Fine by me. I've beat him once before, I can do it again.

Loco smiles and nods.

Loco Martinez: I'm sure you can, Johnny Boy. Now remember... Lots of ice, and don't over do the Tylenol. It can give you a belly ache.

Loco chuckles to himself as he turns and walks away, but John walks up and takes him by the arm and spins him around.

John Thomas: Enough of the sh*t, Loc. Let’s do this match at the pay per view and then put this all behind us.

Loco Martinez smirks and nods non-commitally before turning and walking off.

After dropping a number of quarters into the slot of a vending machine, Katsuro Yoshida reaches down and pushes the button corresponding to a grape Gatorade G2. After rumbling inside the machine, the liquid-filled plastic bottle drops down where Katsuro can take it from the opening. Turning and walking down the hall, Yoshida twists open the top and takes a sip. Before he finishes, there is some laughter coming from a few feet away. Looking to find the source of the laughter and ascertain the reasoning behind it, the Worldwide Bushido Buntai member spots Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez leaning up against the wall, each drinking a bottle of Dos Equis beer.

Diego de Cardenas: Gatorade, huh? That the beverage of choice for guys who lose to teams like Lucien Gray and Mirage?

Hector Rodriguez: That’s actually G2, Diego, which means it’s DIET Gatorade.

Diego rolls his eyes.

Katsuro Yoshida: It is better to drink on the night of a match than to drink a beer and compete under the influence like you.

Hector shrugs his shoulders.

Hector Rodriguez: Just goes to show that you aren’t as versatile as we are.

Diego finishes his sip of beer.

Diego de Cardenas: What Hector means is that you’re not as much of a man as either of us is.

This time it’s Katsuro who shrugs.

Katsuro Yoshida: I’m not as much of an asshole as you two are, either.

Diego de Cardenas: Is that so? Alright, well then, maybe this’ll be my last sip of the evening and I’ll take your message to be free advice…

Taking a long sip of beer, Diego lowers the bottle and then SPITS his mouthful right in Katsuro’s face. Before Yoshida can step up, Hector gets in his way, a big smirk on his face.

Hector Rodriguez: Hey, we’re assholes, right? What’d you expect. Now get out of here before we give you the second beating of your night.

Katsuro looks at both men, then wipes off his face and walks off, leaving Diego and Hector laughing. Suddenly another man pops into the picture, and Diego turns around to find himself face to face with Gryffin Anselm. A low response of cheering starts up and echoes through the arena, but quickly dies out as nothing physical starts up between the two.

Gryffin Anselm: What you just did? Funny stuff, man. Any time a guy like that can get punked out? I’m glad to see it first hand.

Smiles form on the faces of Diego and Hector.

Gryffin Anselm: Look, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but my situation right now is a little complicated as far as “backup” is concerned, and I have a proposition for the two of you.

After a long sip of beer, Hector nods.

Hector Rodriguez: I think I speak for Diego when I say El Chupacabra? We’re all ears.

A quick tilt of his head to the side, Diego speaks up.

Diego de Cardenas: How about we take this conversation back to our locker room where the whole world…

Nodding his head towards the camera, Diego continues.

Diego de Cardenas: …isn’t listening in?

Gryffin glares into the camera, then he starts walking, Diego and Hector leading the way. The footage switches back to the recap position.

Bryan Harris: I sure would've liked to be a fly on the wall of that locker room to hear what they've got in mind.

Alan Ducard: Chances are you could take a guess and not be too far off.

Jimmy Yates: Well I hope you folks are ready for your nightly dose of violence, because we have some No Limits action coming your way now.

Alan Ducard: Tonight we bear witness to match I felt would HAVE to happen at some point, with the distaste these two show for one another.

Jimmy Yates: Issac and CB have developed something of a mini-battle as of late, mostly thanks to their choice in friends. CB considers Greyson Blade a mentor, and Issac has been on a dark crusade to destroy The Outlaw, so I can see how CB would take exception to that.

Bryan Harris: Don't forget Allocca, who considers Issac HIS mentor, and Allocca & CB have had some bad blood brewing between them over the past few weeks as well.

Alan Ducard: This match was the result of a challenge CB made to a returning Entragian, fresh off his post cell match injuries. Issac was quick to accept that challenge, and here tonight we'll see if that was the right decision on Issac's part.

Bryan Harris: CB made a grave mistake in challenging The Ivory Terror, he's been in a positively surly mood since that wicked cell match, and he's returned to LEGACY as even more of an unpredictable monster than he was before.

Alan Ducard: That statement can be exemplified by Issac's actions on the SuperCard, where he STOPPED a beatdown on his hated rival, Greyson Blade.

Jimmy Yates: Well we have one brazen young stud who's looking to prove himself as being a top tier superstar in LEGACY, and on the other hand we have a nearly unstoppable monster who seems to be etched of stone, or granite.

Bryan: Combustible elements, Jimbo, no doubt. Let's stop running our mouths and show the people how this one went down.

Start : Footage from the Match

Entragian & Tyrone are both in the center of the ring, locked in a collar elbow tie-up and jocking for position. Tyrone grits his teeth, trying to push as hard as he can, his will being forced into his pulsing muscles. Issac sets his feet, then in a huge show of raw power he throws CB back, causing him to tumble backwards before scrambling up to his feet near one of the turnbuckles.

Jimmy Yates: CB needs to be smart about this, he's not going to be able to match power with Entragian, he's gotta use his speed to take the big man down.

Bryan Harris: A fine tactic that would be Jimmy. He can't allow himself to make even one mistake when in the ring with that monster Entragian, one misstep and Issac will tear him apart.

Alan Ducard: Do not forget, gentlemen, that CB is a thoroughbred. He's faced off against some of LEGACY's best and come out the better man, so Issac needs to be careful too.

Undeterred, CB sprints forward and leaps into Issac's arms, throwing wild right fists into his head. Entragian absorbs several of these blows, then manages to wiggle CB up onto one shoulder, proceeding to spin around and drop him across one of the turnbuckles with snake eyes. CB staggers back from the hit, holding his face, and allowing Issac enough time to hit the ropes and smash into him with a RING ROCKING bicycle kick. The boot catches CB square in the jaw, causing him to fall flat, and once on the canvas he begins to roll to the opposite side of the ring, trying to gain his bearings.

Alan Ducard: Goodness. I do believe CB just got his block knocked off, as you yankees would say. And it appears- - - Wait...who is that coming down the ramp??

The chorus of booing shakes the arena as Eli Storm begins sauntering down the ramp towards the ring, a self-righteous smirk plastered across his face. He pauses along the ramp, arguing with a fan, just seeming to take his time.

Jimmy Yates: What in the hell is Storm doing out here? CB is competing in a match, he has no time to deal with some petty grudge.

Bryan Harris: Guys, don't be so biased. Maybe The Incredible One just wants a closer look at the action? No better seat than RINGSIDE!

Alan Ducard: Something tells me he's not out here just to enjoy the view, Bryan.

Meanwhile in the ring, CB has gotten to his knees, and while holding the middle rope he looks out at the approaching Storm with anger heating up his face. Issac also appeared displeased with Storm's presence, his upper lip raising in a snarl. Issac begins to stalk back towards CB, grabbing him by the hair and irish whipping him into the ropes. On the outside, Storm is just circling the ring, watching it like a hawk.

Bryan Harris: See guys, he just wants to watch.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, sure. Let's see how long THAT lasts...

On the rebound, CB flies off the ropes and hits a leaping forearm smash into Issac's face. Entragian staggers backwards, and is met with a perfect standing dropkick, both of CB's boots being planted into his features. Still Issac doesn't drop, but instead goes for a desperate forward rush, looking for a clothesline. Tyrone ducks the attempt, and as he comes back off the ropes he leaps while grabbing Issac's neck, hitting a sick swinging DDT that drills Entragian's skull into the mat.

Alan Ducard: And here comes CRAZY BOY, firing off with some of that unorthodox offense he's made famous.

Bryan Harris: With Issac still down in the ring, CB has rolled outside and brought a steel chair into the picture.

Jimmy Yates: And just like that, the No Limits stipulation is being utilized.

CB slides under the bottom rope, heading towards Issac with steel chair in hand. Entragian has pushed up to his feet, and as he spins around he's met with a skull-crushing chairshot. Shockingly, he doesn't fall, instead going down to just one knee. CB goes for a second swiping shot, but Entragian throws an elbow into the steel and causes it to bounce back into CB's face. Tyrone staggers back into the ropes, but on the rebound he snaps the edge of the chair into Issac's ribs, and then pivots to his flank and BLASTS the monster in the back of the head with the chair. The impact is deafening, leaving a HUGE dent in the metal of the chair. Issac finally falls, flat on his face, his seven foot frame motionless.

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL. That was vile. That last chairshot clipped Issac right on the back of the skull, the noise of it alone just screams “head trauma”!

Tyrone tosses the chair to the side, then drops down and rolls Issac onto his back. He pulls up on one of those huge legs and rears back, going for the pin. Leonard Nolan drops down and starts to slap his hand against the mat, making the count.

ONE.

TWO-KICKOUT!!!!

Bryan Harris: Only a two count after that barrage? Amazing. Issac is like a machine.

Jimmy Yates: Tyrone showing obvious signs of frustration after that, he thought he had it in the bag.

CB shakes his head, unbelieving as he looks down at Issac who now lies flat on his back in the ring, still unmoving. Tyrone turns his attention to Storm on the outside, who offers him a pompous smirk. Meanwhile, with CB's back turned, Entragian sits up in the center of the ring, as though brought back to life from hell itself. Storm's mouth drops open in mock alarm, pointing behind Tyrone. CB spins around, only to be met with a right hand from a risen Issac, followed by a left hand, followed by an elbow smash, and capped off with a HUGE uppercut that sends CB flying off his feet.

Bryan Harris: Hard-hitting combo right there. Issac calls that “Blizzard Cometh”, and after seeing those white fists rain down on CB like hail and ice, I see where it got it's name.

Jimmy Yates: CB has to keep his head in the game. He doesn't need to be focusing on Storm when he's got The Ivory Terror to contend with in that ring.

Issac doesn't waste a moment, reaching down and pulling CB back up to his feet, he uses his incredible strength to lift CB up into the air with a military press, taking two steps towards the ropes, and then dropping Tyrone THROAT FIRST across the top rope. CB flounders backwards after the drop, holding his throat. Issac snaps out his right hand, locking in a standing choke-hold, trying to drain the life right out of Crazy Boy.

Bryan Harris: Blatant choke. Perfectly legal in a No Limits match. Don't you love it, boys?

Alan Ducard: I know one person who doesn't love it, and that's Tyrone Smith. His face starting to slacken and take on a purple tinge.

CB is staring to fade, but not before throwing his arms against Issac's one extended arm, throwing weak clubbing blows in an attempt to make Issac break the hold. Instead of breaking the hold, Issac lifts CB up into the air with the one hand, then drops him down across his knee with a chokeslam-turned-backbreaker maneuver. CB squirms on the canvas, holding his lower back, Issac's hand prints still painted across his throat.

Jimmy Yates: That choke took it's toll on CB, and that chokeslam turned backbreaker just made things even worse for him.

Bryan Harris: And Issac is relentless, look at him now, he sees his opening and he just won't give CB a moment's breathing room.

Issac snatches some of CB's hair and pulls him up to a vertical base, then while pulling his neck down under one arm he locks in a dragon sleeper. CB struggles, but Issac cinches the submission in deeper, putting as much pressure on CB's neck and back as he can. CB starts to fade, so Leonard Nolan runs up and grabs one of his arms, raising it. It drops. He raises it again. It drops. Nolan raises the arm a third time, and CB pumps his fist up and starts to shake it, trying to will himself back into the fight. Entragian meanwhile starts to drag CB towards the ropes, still keeping the dragon sleeper locked in. Once near the ropes, Entragian switches his hold, and proceeds to flip CB backwards with a reverse suplex, dumping him right out of the ring and onto the unforgiving concrete outside.

Jimmy Yates: Tyrone took a HARD fall on that exchange. He's gotta be running on empty at this point.

Alan Ducard: And look at that dastardly Storm, sauntering over to where CB lies, curled up into a fetal position on the outside.

Issac stalks after his foe, flipping backwards out of the ring over the top rope, he lands on his feet and walks over to where CB lies. Issac sees Eli hanging around, so he takes a step forward and plants a boot on top of CB, literally roaring at Storm, bearing his cannibalistic teeth like an animal. Storm throws up both hands and back peddles, wanting absolutely no part of Entragian. Issac grabs CB by the scruff of the neck, pulling him up only to irish whip him into the steel steps on the outside. CB hits hard, shoulderfirst, and Issac is right there again, this time yanking him up into a bearhug and proceeding to smash his spine against one of the turnbuckle poles.

Jimmy Yates: Storm better watch it. I've got a gut feeling that Issac doesn't think too highly of him.

Alan Ducard: I don't think Issac likes anyone. Made evident by the way he's mauling Crazy Boy right now.

Entragian grabs CB by the tights and forces him into the ring under the bottom rope, and it appears as though Tyrone is unsure of where he is. Instead of following him, Issac reaches under the apron and digs around, and finally comes out with a wooden baseball bat wrapped in layer upon layer of barbwire. He holds this up high in one hand, his predator's smile gleaming, causing the crowd to rain down a negative response on his head.

Bryan Harris: Well now, business just picked up, fellas! Issac showed me that little piece of weaponry earlier tonight, and he was hoping he'd get the chance to use it.

Alan Ducard: Are you saying you actually have conversations with that monster?

Bryan Harris: Yeah. He's a buddy of mine. Issac's actually a great guy, but he doesn't talk to pussies, so you boys shouldn't even bother approaching him.

Jimmy Yates: Duly noted.

Issac slides under the bottom rope with his bat in hand, but in a surprise burst of speed, CB is up and raining down stomps upon his shoulders and the back of his head. Issac loses his grip on the bat, and it rolls a few feet away on the canvas. The Ivory Terror manages to push up to a vertical base despite the stomps, but as soon as he's up, CB takes him right back down with a Russian legsweep. Tyrone doesn't waste any time either, racing quickly up to one of the top turnbuckles and crouching down in wait. Slowly, Issac gets to his feet, but CB comes flying off the ropes and smashes his face down into the mat with a leaping bulldog.

Jimmy Yates: CB has made a shocking recovery, and he is doing some serious damage the big man right now!

Alan Ducard: Never count out Crazy Boy, or he'll surprise you.

CB grabs Issac by the head and pulls his heavy body up, then wraps an arm around his neck and whips him backwards with a snap suplex. Issac hits hard, the air going out of his chest, and CB is right back onto him with the offense, pulling apart Issac's big legs and giving him a devastating legdrop right across the crotch. Entragian's eyes bulge, obviously in a tremendous amount of pain from the lowblow.

Bryan Harris: Look at that dirty son of a gun, do somethin about that ref! He can't do that!

Jimmy Yates: Oh yes he can, Bry. No Limits = Rules go right out the window!

CB pulls Issac back to his feet, with the ivory giant swaying and holding his lower belly, then Tyrone races into the ropes and looks to score with a spinning elbow, but Entragian side steps and nails CB in the gut with a knee shot. However, still hurting from the lowblow, Issac is unable to capitalize, staggering backwards a bit. CB is bent over, but after getting his breath he attempts to rush Issac again, and this time Entragian grabs him, spinning in an arch and dropping him onto the canvas with a black hole slam.

Bryan Harris: Now the ball is right back where it belongs, in The Albino Abomination's court.

Alan Ducard: That slam was impressive, Issac spun CB right down the mat with such ease.

Issac gets up to his knees, then notices his bat, he crawls over and snaps it up into one hand. Entragian wills himself back up to his feet, holding the baseball bat as though he's looking for a home-run hit, his gaze locked on CB as he starts to stir. Finally, Tyrone manages to use his hands to push himself up to his knees, but Issac steps forward and snaps off a vicious, hammering blow that catches CB right on the temple. The sound of the shot alone sends the crowd into a HOLY SH*T chant, and it's obvious that the barbs ripped into CB's flesh, because blood has begun to pour down from a gash on his temple.

Jimmy Yates: Jesus Christ, that was horrible! Even the fans in the FAR back of the arena heard that one.

Alan Ducard: And now we see the proverbial crimson mask, CB is bleeding like a stuck pig.

Bryan Harris: Look at Issac! He's mounted CB and here come the punches, directed right into the temple. The shark smells blood.

Issac pounds right hands into CB's head, targeting the gash, causing blood to splatter down and wash over CB's features. Issac snarls, growing tired of this, he palms CB by the face and forces him up to his feet. Tyrone can't even stand, falling forward into Issac's arms. Entragian takes advantage, pushing CB's limp body up onto one of his shoulders in the position for a canadian backbreaker, with CB's lower back positioned on top of Issac's right shoulder blade. Issac starts to pull down on CB's torso, putting an extreme amount of torque into his spine, then Entragian walks towards the center of the ring. He mocks the crowd with a cutthroat gesture, then LEAPS into the air and lands on both knees, and the whiplash effect of the move causes CB to flip several times in the air, flying off Issac's shoulder and smashing into the canvas awkwardly.

Bryan Harris: SPINAL DOOM!!! A new finisher Issac's added to his arsenal, seen for the first time here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: That looked SICK. CB is a bloody heap, and now Issac appears to be in complete control at this point.

Entragian grins down at his handiwork, still on his knees, then he swings his body over and covers Tyrone, pressing both palms onto his chest with a lackluster pin. Leonard Nolan drops down and administers the count.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Issac pushes off of CB's chest, rising to his feet. He brings one hand up into a claw, and swings it downward, causing white blasts of pyro to go off from all four ring posts.

Josephina Colbert: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, THE IVORY TERROR, ISSAC ENTRAGIAN!

Entragian throws one parting glance at CB's broken carcass, then he walks over to the ropes and does a backwards flip-over to the outside. Elizabeth rushes to his side from one left of the ring, gripping him by the waist with a huge smirk on her face. The pair begin to stride up the ramp, triumphant and satisfied. Meanwhile, once Issac has gotten a good distance away from the ring, Storm sees his chance, sliding in under the bottom rope with a vile look on his face.

Jimmy Yates: Oh please, don't tell me this scavenger is gonna pick the bones after Issac just decimated CB?

Alan Ducard: That appears to be the situation, unfortunately.

Bryan Harris: Tyrone's gonna get some respect beaten into him!

Like a vulture picking at a carcass, Storm begins to lay into CB with calculated stomps, targeting every appendage of his body. CB is totally unable to defend himself, rolling around in agony, his face starting to leak blood like a sink tap. Finally, after stomping him senseless, Storm pulls CB between his legs, and after a pause to soak in the boos from the crowd, he dives forward with his flip-over piledriver, smashing CB's bloody head into the canvas.

Bryan Harris: THE RATINGS BOOST! HELL YEAH!

Jimmy Yates: This makes me sick to my stomach. This man just went through a BRUTAL match with Entragian, only to be assaulted by this cowardly Storm.

Alan Ducard: CB is not moving an inch in that ring. If Eli wanted to send a message, I think it's safe to say it's been sent.

Storm gains his feet after performing his finisher, extending his arms outwards and gesturing for the masses to give him their worst. The response is deafening, jeering coming down from all sides of the arena. The Incredible One soaks it all in for a moment, then drops down and rolls out of the ring. He begins back peddling up the ramp, smirking all the while as he looks back at the result of his actions. The shot changes to CB, laid out in the ring, blood still seeping from his lacerated head.

Alan Ducard: I'm sorry you fine people had to witness that, but as it's becoming apparent, Storm will do anything to hammer his egotistical point home.

Jimmy Yates: And if you don't believe that, look at the mess left in that ring, CB has literally been left a broken man.

Bryan Harris: That'll teach CB to try and make Storm look bad! Remember guys, there are always consequences in this life. And what's lying in that ring right shall serve as a reminder to that!

EMTs rush the scene from the back, tending to CB, as the footage fades to black.

Two weeks from tonight, LEGACY rolls into Portland, Oregon as the Rose Garden arena plays host to STRIFE 40.

Tickets are still available.

See us live and understand what everyone is talking about as each of the champions will be in action for the last stop prior to the upcoming pay per view.

Smith Cartwright is in his office, flipping through some papers, crossing some things off with a pen in his right hand when he is startled by the sound of his office door creaking as it opens. He looks up in surprise.

Smith Cartwright: Rob? What are you doing here tonight?

The camera quickly spins around and we see Rob Belote, wearing a black suit with a yellow tie walk into the make-shift office. Cartwright puts down his papers and gives his boss his full attention.

Smith Cartwright: I thought you weren’t planning on coming here tonight? Isn’t that what some of this extra paperwork is all about?

The owner of LEGACY shakes his hands.

Rob Belote: Never you mind any of that. There are some things that need to be taken care of mainly one major thing that I need you to take care of.

Cartwright nods.

Smith Cartwright: Sure, whatever you need.

Rob Belote: Now I know back at the SuperCard, the decision was made to let Ron Bailey and Adam Davis fight and to give the winner a Tao of Valor shot at the pay per view…

Cartwright again nods.

Smith Cartwright: Yes sir, that match was contested in our opening contest here tonight, as you saw…

Again Rob shakes one of his hands, and this time, his head follows.

Rob Belote: Adam Davis fought valiantly, and he deserves a shot at the Tao of Valor championship at a big event, probably at a future SuperCard, but unfortunately it seems a mistake was made, so he won't be getting that shot at the pay per view, as a challenger has already been assigned to the Tao of Valor champion for the pay per view, before the number one contender match took place. I emailed you a memo last week, but apparently you missed it, maybe it accidently ended up in your junk mail file…

Cartwright looks at the LEGACY owner a bit cofused.

Smith Cartwright: So who is getting the title shot at the Pay Per View then?

Rob Belote: Derek Shane

Double-take from Smith Cartwright, who can’t believe his ears.

Smith Cartwright: So even after Derek Shane lost to Adam Davis at Glimmer of Hope…

Rob nods his head and continues..

Rob Belote: Cartwright, sometimes in business things have to be done a certain way. While Shane may have lost his match at Glimmer of Hope, he has a few things going to his advantage, intangiables, if you will. These things are what keep us in business. The first is ratings, we might not like the guy, but truth be told when a segment of Strife involes Shane either doing one of his comedy segments, or getting his ass kicked the quarter hour for those segments go up compared to the previous segments.

Smith starts to speak again, but Rob doesn’t let him get a word in.

Rob Belote: Also, even though Shane may not be considered a Hollywood A-lister he still has connections in the business, and that means sponsors and advertising dollars. When Shane is featured in a high profile match on Strife or a pay per view, more television and movie studios buy commercial air time and sponsorships. In this particular case Shane has a part as a substitute teacher in High School Musical 3 and Disney has dropped a lot of money into the advertising campaign for that movie and some of it involves buying commercial time during upcoming Legacy shows, and adspace on the website, and you don't turn down a company like Disney.

Smith Cartwright: Aren't you afraid people will think Shane bought his way into a title shot via corporate sponsors?

Rob Belote: Not at all, I'm actually killing two birds with one stone. Shane has a clause in his contract that he is guaranteed one Tao of Valor title match with in his first year with LEGACY. His lawyers had it put in due to his obsession with the TV title in TTW. With us setting up this match at the pay per view it gets that part of the contract out of the way early so it doesn't come back to haunt us down the road. It makes the sponsors happy, and we get to see Shane get his ass kicked which makes the viewers happy.

Smith Cartwright: If you think it's for the best, your the boss.

Rob Belote: I have a couple other things to deal with, and I don’t want too many people knowing I’m here. I need you to deal with this as soon as possible.

Smith speaks up quickly.

Smith Cartwright: And what do we tell the people especially Davis?

Rob starts walking for the door.

Rob Belote: Blame the suits, it will make them hate Shane even more. Tell the that Shane's high priced big shot lawyers had the ToV title match clause in his contract and he choose to activate that clause in his contract, due to a paperwork mishap it wasn't realized until after the number one contendership match was announced, and we still wanted to give the winner a future title shot it just won't happen at this pay per view.

He gives the other aspect a moment’s thought and then continues.

Rob Belote: As for Davis, he won't be happy, but it will increase his hunger to win and that will drive ratings. Not to mention if Shane somehow wins the title Davis/Shane III for the ToV title will get a huge buyrate.

Not another word is spoken before Rob walks out of the office and Smith Cartwright is left wondering how best to break the news to Davis. The footage cuts back to the recap position.

Alan Ducard: That's quite the change Rob Belote just informed Smith Cartwright about.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and you can be sure that Adam Davis isn't going to be happy to hear that he lost his title shot at the pay per view... and Ron Bailey will probably be upset, too, given that he spent such time and effort to prepare for a match which, essentially, meant nothing.

Bryan Harris: I wouldn't go so far as to say it meant nothing, because it definitely helps to set up an unofficial pecking order, and you heard the bossman, Adam Davis is going to get a shot at a big show in the future, just not the upcoming pay per view.

Alan Ducard: Our next match was set in motion last week. Anarchy has been feeling extra good since their PPV Pre Show victory. So they set their sights on the former tag team champions.

Bryan Harris: Those fossils set their sights on Hannah Perez and ended up getting a match out of it. Now hopefully El Chupacabra will dish out an ass kicking to these two meat heads!

Jimmy Yates: El Chupacabra looks to get back on track. Anarchy looks to show Legacy that despite their age, that they ARE a force to in our tag ranks! Lets go to the footage.

Start : Footage from the Match

T.Rex scoops up Hector and slams him down with authority, and then starts bouncing to the left, and then to the right, in a very similar style to an NFL running back in the 80's.

Jimmy Yates: Is that the Icky Shuffle?

Bryan Harris: A bastardized version. That guy is NOT doing justice to the stereotype "White men can't dance".

Alan Ducard: What the bloody hell is the "Icky Shuffle"-

Jimmy Yates: Uhh... never mind.

The crowd chuckles as T.Rex finishes his "Icky Shuffle" with a knee drop to Hector's forehead. He hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

TH-NO! Hector shoulders out. T.Rex gets up and tags in Arch Angel. Angel steps in over the top rope, and as Hector gets up he is leveled by a mammoth over hand right hand.

Alan Ducard: Blimey!

Bryan Harris: I think they're "box of rocks" dumb... and they won't impress with some mat brilliance. But they are powerful. They are effective. That right shook MY teeth.

Angel smirks as he scoops Hector and buries a knee into his ribs. He whips Rodriguez off the ropes, BIG BOOT!

Jimmy Yates: He almost decapitated Hector!

Angel drops and makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Thr-NO! Just gets his shoulder up. Angel drags Hector to his feet by his arm. He pulls Hector in violently driving his shoulder into the shoulder of the former tag team champ. He does it again and finally a third time for good measure with a little added oomph that sends Hector crashing to the mat. Angel holds onto his wrist and then drops a leg across Hector's chest. Angel gets up and throws his hands out to the side as the crowd cheers his work. He goes over and makes the tag to T.Rex who steps in, eyeing Hector who's getting up slowly.

Once Hector gets to his feet T.Rex takes off looking for a spear...

Alan Ducard: If he hits this it could be over.

Hector senses it and rocks back with a spinning kick driving his heel into the side of T.Rex's head as Rex got close.

Bryan Harris: Well... Its not what you MEANT, Al, but it MIGHT be over!

Rex slumps to the mat unconciously. Hector collapses, but can't make the cover. Hector drags himself, and finally drapes an arm across T.Rex's chest.

One...

Two...

TH-NO! The crowd roars as T.Rex gets a shoulder up. Diego looks on indignantly, not believing what he saw. He begins bouncing up and down urging for a tag, which brings boos from the crowd. Hector gets to his knees and crawls slowly to Diego. T.Rex gets to his knees and looks up to see Hector lunge and tag in Diego. Quickly Diego jumps to the top rope and leaps off and nails a drop kick to the face of T.Rex, which sends him down with authority. Diego is up quickly and goes for a cover.

One...

Two...

TH-NO!

Rex shoulders out. Diego gets up, and is LIVID. He gets in the referee's face poking Travis Rollins in the chest. Rollins throws up a two and gestures to T.Rex telling Diego to get back to work. Diego growls and rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to T.Rex who has gotten himself to the ropes. Diego goes in with a couple forearms, and T.Rex reaches out and shoves him down. Diego rolls through, and is back to his feet and takes off back to attack. This time T.Rex grabs him by the waist of his tights and drops while pulling Diego over top of him sending Diego through the ropes and crashing to the outside. T.Rex Drags himself across the canvas as Arch Angel and the crowd urge him on.

Alan Ducard: This crowd is really starting to get behind this duo!

T.Rex lunges and tags Arch Angel in. Angel turns like he's going to step into the ring, but then sets his sights on Diego who's just getting to his feet on the outside. Angel smirks and stalks Diego from the apron...

Jimmy Yates: Oh he's not.

Diego turns to head back to the ring, but is met with Arch Angel who leaps off the apron with a HUUUUGE axe handle smash that sends Diego to the mat violently.

Jimmy Yates: Angels... DO... FLY!!!!

Bryan Harris: Spare Me, Yates.

The crowd applauds as Arch Angel nods confidently. He scoops up Diego, and puts him on his shoulder, and points to the ring post.

Jimmy Yates: One lawn dart, coming up!

Angel takes off and rams Cardenas' head into the ring post, but doesn't let go. He turns the corner and heads towards the NEXT ring post.

Alan Ducard: Arch Angel making sure Diego becomes aquainted with as many ring posts as possible tonight.

Angel takes of for the second one, but Hannah jumps in the way, and Arch Angel stops short. Angel glares at her, but then shrugs and turns 180 degrees and takes off back for the first ring post. The crowd roars, but both Hector and Hannah get up behind and grab Diego's legs, and push Angel's back driving HIM face first into the ring post. The crowd boos while the trio stand there admiring their handiwork.

Bryan Harris: Good old, All American TEAM work, right there.

Jimmy Yates: Uhh.. Bry? They're both from Mexico, big guy.

Bryan Harris:... ... .. shut up.

Hector gets up and rolls Arch Angel back into the ring after a couple stiff kicks. He also helps Diego back into the ring, breaking the Referee's 10 count at about 8. He places Diego right by his corner and tags himself in. And as Arch Angel struggles to is knees, clutching his head. Hector takes off with a running Yakuza kick to Arch Angel. Which sends Angel to the mat. Hector drops to make the cover...

One....

Two...

THREE!

T.Rex gets there just a second late to break up the pin as the referee gets up calling for the belt. T.Rex looks stunned as Hector, Diego, and Hannah meet in the outside to celebrate.

Josephina Colbert: Your winners of the match... Diego de Cardenas... Hector Rodriguez.... EL CHUPACABRA!!!

Alan Ducard: El Chupacabra picks up the win as Hector Rodriguez connects with a devastating kick to the face.

Bryan Harris: I guess that pre-match beer didn't hurt them too bad after all, now did it? Someone better tell Katsuro Yoshida to lighten up a bit.

Jimmy Yates: I don't think that's the point, Bryan. They were making fun of Katsuro Yoshida for drinking Gatorade, so he just returned the favor and wasn't going to let them speak down to him like that, just like he wasn't going to let Mirage do whatever he wanted a couple weeks ago.

Bryan Harris: Actually, Jimbo, they were making fun of Katsuro for losing a match, not for his beverage choice... although I think they would've respected him more if Yoshida would've been walking down the hall with a Kirin Ichiban.

--Edited for time & content --

Damien Black is standing in a dark room, with a bright Blood red light shining in next to him where Reverend Ezekiel Caine is standing, with an evil smirk on his face. The Reverend is about to talk, but then notices Chris isnt there. He looks around and finds Chris in sitting in the corner sulking.

Chris Turner: How is standing in front of a camera giving idle threats going over our next course of action? There should only BE one course of action. KICKING THEIR ASSES!

The Reverend strokes his chin as he listens to Chris' ranting and raving before patting him on the shoulder.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: In due time, Christopher... In due time. But what I was discussing with Damien was we had to play by their rules and regulations. This time, when we face them, we need something that will trump the card in OUR favor. We need something to tilt things right into the palm of our hands, are you with me so far?

Chris Turner: No! I'm NOT! I don't care about rules or regulations! I don’t give a sh*t about sh*t... even if it has corn in it! I JUST WANT TO KICK THEIR ASSES TO WIN THE TITLES YOU F*CKED US OUT OF TO BEGIN WITH!

Damien begins to grunt and stand up with his sickle in hand, glaring at Turner. Ezekiel then motions for Damien to sit down and Damien grunts again as Ezekiel speaks.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Well, Christopher... let's not do anything that would be considered rash and hasty here. If you will just simmer down a bit, I have a plan in mind. May I continue?

Chris Turner: NO! F*ck your plan! Damien. Why do you listen to this piece of sh*t? Name one thing he's done for us since we've become a tag team? You’re not a manager! You’re a f*cking annoying ass groupie!

The Reverend simmers at Chris' words, yet doesn't explode at him either. He just sits there in an uncomfortable silence as Damien goes back for the sickle as Ezekiel nods his head "no", leading Damien to grunt again.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Since you feel this strongly, Damien, I shall go forth and get you and Christopher the rematch the two of you so desperately covet. Does that acquiesce the two of you?

Chris Turner: NO! It wouldn't asqueeze me if you bit a grenade and blew into a million pieces! I want NOTHING to do with you! Damien... I can find us a better manager. There’s got to be one out there!

Damien strokes his chin and begins to think for a moment.

--Fast Forward--

Chris Turner: I'll start the search tomorrow!

--Fast Forward--

They then walk away, leaving the Reverend all to himself. The Reverend then picks himself up slowly off the ground, clutching his throat as he begins crawling toward the camera and snarling his words at the camera

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: FOOLS! You're nothing but FOOLS! I dare you to find someone with as much savvy of the inner workings of this business as myself. You boys know not what sort of Pandora's Box you have opened for the consequences of your actions are forthcoming!

The Reverend then starts cackling sadistically as the camera focuses in on him as it fades out.

--Scene change to live footage.--

The camera cuts to the back where Chris Turner is wearing a Stephen Rawlings Tshirt and is scowling as he walks. Suddenly a female figure crosses further down the hall in front of him. It was Laura Depp.

Chris: Laura!

Suddenly he stops and an idea pops into his head. His scowl quickly turns into a smirk and he goes down the hallway after her.

Laura opens the door to the locker room and is about to sit down to her portable DVD player, which is playing an episode of "House." Turner catches up to her before she takes a seat.

Chris Turner: HEY! WE NEED TO TALK!!!!!

Laura turns her head and sees Turner. She becomes short of breath, remembering what happened at the last Strife. She puts her open hands up in defense.

Laura: (scared tone) Stay away from me!

Chris Turner slams the Locker room door, and begins to slowly walk towards her...

Chris Turner: SHUT UP! It's not time for you to talk!

She's still scared, getting a look of trying to beg out of this.

Laura: Chris... please... I'm sorry.

She backs up a few steps.

Laura: Please...don't hurt me!

Chris Turner: Listen! You're a manager! I need a manager! YOU’RE going to manage ME! Got it?

Laura loses the frightened look...getting almost upset

Laura: Awwww....HECK NO!! Not after you treated me like a piece of puke! I wanted to be friends with you again; and you shoved me aside. Now you want me to MANAGE YOU!? Are you freaking serious!?

Chris Turner: Listen.... You owe me! You killed my heart, turned me back into a monster... AND I need a manager.... It's the LEAST you can do!

Laura gets into his face.

Laura: NO!! NOW GET OUT OF HERE!!

Chris crosses over to her, grabs her and slams her against the lockers. He then lifts her up by the torso.

Chris Turner: If I was you, I would learn how to follow orders. I wasn't asking you! I was telling you.

He slaps her in the face.

Chris Turner: Now...

Slaps her again.

Chris Turner: SAY YES!

He slaps her one more time, and then puts his face right up against hers.

Chris Turner: Or I will smack the hell out of your face so much, that NO ONE will ever recoginize you. You understand me? Are we clear?

Laura is nearly ready to cry at this point. There's a short pause before she speaks.

Laura: NO! Just go away, you big idiot. You told me "no" so now it's my turn to say it to you. Please leave me alone.

Chris stares at her an eerily long time.

He then grabs her throat, gives her a quick kiss on the lips, and then throws her into a bench. He then picks up a chair and slams it over her face. After she begins to bleed he drops the chair by the sight of her pain.... He then bends down to talk to her.

Chris Turner: I'm sorry.... It's your fault. You just had to say yes... I'm... I'm sorry.

He shows a small stint of worry on his face, but it quickly changes back to a scowl, and he gets up storming off, slamming the locker room door behind him.

Laura just sits and repeatedly puts her right hand to her face and looks at it to monitor the bloodflow. At the same she gets a grimace on her face. She balls up both fists and gives the floor a hard pounding out of frustration with herself, which can be seen in her eyes.

Chris Turner is walking down the hallway and he sees Intern Avery, he grabs him by the shirt and points him towards Laura

Chris Turner: Go get help! Laura is bleeding! Can't have her dying on me!

He puts the intern down, and he looks at Turner with a worried look on his face and run towards Laura's locker room. He busts in and runs over to her.

Intern Avery: Miss Depp...? Miss Depp?! You ok?!

Laura is in the midst of lightly sobbing. She looks straight into Avery's face; a look of uncertainty in her eyes.

Laura: I don't knooooow.

Intern Avery: Well, don't worry Miss Depp... I'll be right back with the paramedics...

He takes off running, leaving her alone again. She watches with frustration, uncertainty, and agony as the broadcast fades to black, and then an advertisement appears.

After a few seconds for viewers to take it all in, the broadcast then goes to the backstage area.

The camera cuts to Smith Cartwright's office where Smith is diligently trying to accomplish a large stack of paperwork. Just then Stephen Rawlings busts into the office.

Smith Cartwright: Oh great.

He looks up from his paperwork at Stephen.

Smith Cartwright: What do you want Stephen? I'm really busy, so it better be important.

Stephen flops down in a chair opposite Smith.

Stephen Rawlings: It's about my match with Justin. We all saw the footage. We all know that I should still be the Tao of Valor Champion.

Smith Cartwright: Well, I'm not so sure that-

Stephen Rawlings: Don't even start with that Political Corectiveness bullsh*t. It was right there on screen. The timer went off before Moreno had me pinned... Its right there. Go look at the footage again if you don't believe me.

Smith Cartwright: Stephen, I have looked at the footage... Numerous times... I personally don't think...

Stephen stands up and gets up close to Smiths face.

Stephen Rawlings: This is no time for personal opinions Smith.... This is the most important mistake one of your refs have ever made... And if I don't get it fixed, and get MY title back... It wont just be the ref who pays. You hear me?

Smith stares calmly at Rawlings.

Smith Cartwright: And what do you expect me to do?

Stephen Rawlings: GIVE ME A REMATCH AT THE PAY PER VIEW! Its the least you can do!

Smith Cartwright: I don't know if you were watching earlier, but...

Stephen Rawlings: I.. I...I... I dont want to hear excuses... You and I both know that I can wrestle circles around Justin, and if given this rematch... You and I both know that I would get my title back! SO DO IT! Give me a match! NOW!

Smith Cartwright: Stephen... The best I can do is talk to the front office!

Stephen Rawlings: WHAT? Talk to the front office? Asshole... You ARE The front Office. I know that you have the power to book the match, so why are you pulling this bullsh*t?

Smith Cartwright: Theres plans.. Theres.... Things are happening. I'll have to talk to the front office. Like I said...

Stephen stares Smith down, then picks up and throws Smith's pile of papers at him, and walks to the door.

Stephen Rawlings: If this fails Smith... If I don't get my rematch because of you... You better go into hiding. Because somehow… Someway... I will find you, and I will kill you! You understand me?

He walks out of the office and slams the door behind him. Smith looks at the mess of papers everywhere, and he says.

Smith Cartwright: I should have just told him to go away.

The broadcast cuts to ringside.

The lights in the arena dim and some trumpets sound over the PA system, followed by some drums, French horns, and flutes. Two men walk out from the back, both of them wearing suits and light blue ties. One of them has a deep blue velvet bag. The fans watch them walk down the ramp and climb up into the ring. Josephina Colbert meets them in the middle of the ring and hands the empty-handed man a microphone, and then his music fades under.

Gentleman: Good evening everyone, my name is Jonathan Anders, and you are about to be treated to something historical. I work as an officiate for LEGACY International, and I was asked to come here tonight to help award this Heavyweight Championship belt to the winner of our next contest!

The crowd immediately starts buzzing, and the second official removes a white gold plated championship belt out of the velvet bag and holds it above his head.

Jonathan Anders: Out of the many competitors who have been signed to compete in LEGACY International, two of them have been chosen to compete here tonight, the winner walking away with that championship belt. Without any further ado, please allow me to introduce the two competitors. First, hailing from South Africa… Mark Anderson!!

The Asylum Kids’ hit “Fight It With Your Mind” begins to play and a pasty white man with an athletic toned body wearing white trunks and yellow tape around his hands, walks out from the back.

Alan Ducard: It appears as though a major occurrence is set to take place in the next few minutes, and I don’t believe anyone here in Eugene, Oregon was expecting a match of this magnitude!!

Bryan Harris: Just another example of why each and every LEGACY STRIFE episode is an important one, Big Al.

Jimmy Yates: Doesn’t this guy seem a little… I dunno... PALE? You know, to be from South Africa?

Bryan Harris: Why’s that? Not everyone from South Africa is black, Jimbo. In fact, I believe a majority of the folks down there are actually white.

Jimmy Yates: That’s not really what I’m talking about, though. Look at him. I mean... it’s just… Mark Anderson looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in about a year!

Getting to the bottom of the ramp, Anderson hops up onto the apron and then ducks into the ring, stretching out his neck, and Jonathan Anders gets back on the microphone.

Jonathan Anders: Introducing next, his opponent, hailing from Bordeaux, France...

As SOON as this is said, the audience begins booing heavily. Sending various chants in Jonathan’s direction.

Jimmy Yates: You’ve gotta be KIDDING me..

Jonathan Anders: ... in the Gironde region…

Alan Ducard: Please not this arse..

Jonathan Anders: Jean… Gerard… Baptiste!

Pantheon Street Tape's "Piste 19" hits the speakers and none other than Jean-Gerard Baptiste appears through the curtains, wearing a pair of black wrestling trunks with the french flag on the front and the French coat of arms on the back. His knee pads are as black as his trunks, and his boots are red, with the letters "JGB" written vertically in descending fashion in black, bold-script letters.

Jimmy Yates: No way.... is that... a pair of wrestling trunks?!

Alan Ducard: Looks like it, James!

Bryan Harris: Of course it is. This match is for some gold. If you honestly think Baptiste would turn his nose up at this kind of well-deserved opportunity, then you haven’t been paying attention to him!

Adorned in a large diamond encrusted velvet jacket with red and blue tassels dangling from the shoulders and arms and the words "International Icon" written in sparkly red bold-script letters, Baptiste climbs down onto his knees in the middle of the aisle-way and closes his hands together for what looks like a prayer. Then, looking up towards the heavens, he puts his hands out to God and stands back on his feet, garnering a hideous reaction from the fans.

Bryan Harris: How can hate on a man who prays before a match?

Looking ahead at the ring and ignoring everybody spitting venom at him in the audience, Baptiste continues walking towards the ring, eventually ascending the steel steps and stepping into the ring. Baptiste removes his expensive but gaudy looking jacket and hands it to referee Leonard Nolan. Climbing the second turnbuckle, Baptiste outstretches his arms and looks towards the heavens with his eyes closed, soaking up the hate like a mop soaking up sick.

Stepping down from the turnbuckle, Baptiste faces his opposition, who is a good four or five inches shorter and a good thirty to forty pounds lighter than he. Baptiste makes a “kissing” motion with his lips that, quite frankly, disturbs Mark Anderson a little bit.

Jimmy Yates: God the French are gay.

Alan Ducard: Now, now...

Before long, Leonard Nolan calls for the bell and Jean-Gerard Baptiste and Mark Anderson square off in the middle of the ring, with Baptiste hustling from side to side in a slight jog as Mark Anderson stretches his joints and tendons in preparation for the important match at hand.

Alan Ducard: Well, here we go, ladies and gentlemen. Jean-Gerard Baptiste’s first ever match inside of a LEGACY ring! LEGACY International Title on the line!!

Bryan Harris: A lot of you have been waiting to see if Baptiste can back up his alleged “ego” with skill in the ring. So now’s the time when all questions will be answered. Prepare to watch greatness unfold!

Jimmy Yates: I have to say that I’m a little surprised we’re all seeing Baptiste wrestle for the LEGACY International Title on a STRIFE program. What I’m even MORE surprised at is how, through all of his whining and Smith’s fining, Baptiste is getting his way.

Baptiste and Anderson lock up in the center of the ring, but Baptiste backs up away from Anderson and retreats from the tie-up. Anderson looks confused as Baptiste puts his hand up to stop him from coming forward. Baptiste walks to his corner again and stretches his arms and legs a little bit, much to the dismay of the already antsy crowd.

Bryan Harris: That’s alright. Stretch it out. Do what you gotta do.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Baptiste wants to make sure he’s in prime condition for this match...

Jimmy Yates: He should’ve done his stretching in the back.

Baptiste finishes stretching and both men circle each other again. Measuring one another up, Baptiste and Anderson charge towards one another with a collar and elbow tie-up. Baptiste once again retreats though and looks at referee Leonard Nolan while favoring his left shoulder. Mark Anderson shakes his head and puts his hands at his waist as the referee checks Baptiste’s shoulder for damage.

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell..

Jimmy Yates: Come ON already.

Baptiste shakes off the cobwebs and signals that he’s ready for Mark Anderson. Anderson continues shaking his head and starts advancing towards Baptiste again. They tie up for the third time, and this time Baptiste grabs Anderson’s arm and twists it in a standing arm lock. Anderson slaps his own shoulder, wincing in pain. Baptiste then grabs Anderson by the back of the hair and rips him down to the mat right in front of Nolan. The crowd boos him out of the building and Baptiste raises his arms like he just won the match and title.

Alan Ducard: This is sad..

Bryan Harris: What are you TALKING about?! Baptiste is amazing!

Jimmy Yates: Give it a REST, Bryan.

Baptiste drags Anderson to his feet where he slaps him in the face a few times. Ducking around with a go-behind, Baptiste then hooks him up with a full-nelson. Anderson screams in agony and tries to find a way out of it but Baptiste holds him in the maneuver tightly.

Jimmy Yates: Man, I don’t even think his fingers are locked in that hold.

Bryan Harris: I’d like to see someone get out of THAT Baptiste-Lock!

Baptiste releases the hold and pushes Anderson forward a bit in the ring. Anderson turns around to look at his opponent when Baptiste outstretches his arms and drops to one knee with a ridiculous pose in the middle of the ring. The crowd showers him with boos and hisses and Anderson just shakes his head again. Baptiste gets up off of one knee and walks towards Anderson, who goes into a defensive stance.

Jimmy Yates: I have to say, so far... I am less than impressed with Baptiste.

Baptiste knees him in the gut and reaches down for a gutwrench suplex position, but hammers Anderson’s spine a few times with some close fisted shots, each one getting an admonishing from the ref. After the fourth or fifth smash to the back, Baptiste sends another knee into the gut... and follows it up with yet another.

Alan Ducard: Baptiste’s arsenal is... interesting?

Jimmy Yates: I’m beginning to think that this guy doesn’t even HAVE an arsenal!

Bryan Harris: From where I’m sitting, he’s looked pretty effective against Anderson thus far.

Jimmy Yates: Anderson’s not even fighting back or anything. Something is suspect here…

Anderson falls to his knees and Baptiste grabs both of his arms while placing his foot on the back of his head. Looking around at the increasingly incensed crowd, Baptiste smashes his foot down to the canvas, drilling Anderson’s face into the mat with a nasty curb stomp maneuver.

Bryan Harris: He calls that the “Tour de France”!

Jimmy Yates: Why am I not surprised?

Picking Anderson’s prone body up off of the mat, he tucks his head underneath his arm and reaches over his chest. Lifting him up into a side slam he drills him to the mat with great impact in maneuver closely resembling the Rock Bottom.

Jimmy Yates: Was that a...?!

Bryan Harris: He calls that the “Au Revoir”, but yes, it is very similar to the move you were thinking it was.

Alan Ducard: This is academic. And sad.

Baptiste covers Anderson’s body with his index finger and holds his left pinky high into the air, as well as his nose, as Nolan initiates the count. Some of the fans start throwing garbage and debris into the ring but Baptiste does his best to maintain his snobby composure.

One!!

Two!!

Three!!

Alan Ducard: What a farce.

Jimmy Yates: This wasn’t even a match. This was a MOCKERY of LEGACY!!

Bryan Harris: We have a NEW LEGACY International Champion!!!

Rodney and the President of Legacy International both approach Josephina Colbert, explaining to her what is clear to the rest of the audience. After a minute or so, Rodney retreats to the ring with a cold bottle of Fiji water he called forth from the time keeper and proceeded to crawl underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. By this time Baptiste had “collapsed” in the center of the ring, most likely from exhaustion. Rodney dumped a little splash of the Fiji water onto Baptiste’s face which miraculously revived him, and Baptiste looked around at the audience in shock that he won the match.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall and NEW LEGACY International Heavyweight Champion... Jean-Gerard Baaaaaaptiste!

Baptiste hugs Rodney in the center of the ring and begins swelling up with tears of joy as the fans rain down on their parade with a tsunami of swearing and criticism. The President of Legacy International climbs into the ring with the large gold title belt and as Baptiste turns around and gets down on one knee. Then, as he lowers his head with great respect, he hands the title belt to Baptiste like a knight handing a sword to his king. Baptiste accepts the championship gold and raises it high in the air with one hand, and wiping away the “sweat” from his forehead with the other.

Jimmy Yates: I’m speechless. This is the biggest disgrace to LEGACY television that I can honestly remember. Jean-Gerard Baptiste is making a mockery out of everything LEGACY stands for, and I’m sick and freakin’ tired of it.

Bryan Harris: Please. Monsieur Ba-

Jimmy Yates: No! I don’t want to hear it, Bryan! The fact of the matter is that this man is the most disrespectful JERK I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I for one cannot BELIEVE this company is allowing this to happen ! I can’t wait until someone steps up to the plate and punches this guy’s lights out. What a capital A, capital HOLE!

Bryan Harris: Finished?

Jimmy Yates: Yeah.

Bryan Harris: Good. Cause if this river got any deeper, I think I’d need a snorkel.

Alan Ducard: I’m speechless. I really don’t know what else to say about this other than that I seriously doubt Mark Anderson was actually the champion of LEGACY International. Whatever the case may be, Baptiste better be careful for the attention he’s obviously craving. He has no idea what most of this roster is capable of, and after tonight... I don’t think it will be long before he finds out the hard way.

As Baptiste and Rodney continue to celebrate, they wade their through the trash to the aisle way, eventually disappearing through the curtains... but not before raising the LEGACY International Championship high into the air one last time before the audience.

The scene is shifting, but before the video can come to life, it rings out – a shrill, scream echoing from the blackness of video feed. Suddenly the capacity crowd and the fans watching around the world are treated to a shot of Issac Entragain’s body hurtling head long into the side of a black vehicle (sedan) in the parking area. As the shot pulls back we see the doors to the parking area have been driven open, and standing in the entrance is Liz Gaunt, screaming innumerable obscenities at The Outlaw which are bleeped out for the viewers at home in between sounds of anger, fear, and frustration. Issac had placed himself in front of her, and now he was reaping the reward.

The Outlaw, who had met Entragain at the door, drives a kick into Issac’s sternum as his body is propped against the side of the vehicle, and then he gets right down in front of Issac, and just unleashes with a torrent of sledgehammer- like right hands, but wasn’t going to use a sledgehammer now. He wanted to use his bare hands. He wanted his fists to do the damage for the moment, and after a shot square to the mouth and nose, the blood began to trickle from both. The crimson draws a stark contrast with Issac’s alabaster skin, and the bright white daggers between his lips. Blade pulls Issac up front his sitting position, and gets in his face as Issac smiles, and goes to speak, but is stopped with a head butt that draws a guttural groan from Entragain.

The Outlaw: I don’t want your “mercy” you son of a bitch.

Issac Entragain (coughing): That isn’t unexpected, but this … this is a new level, even for you.

No sooner has Entragain coughed out those words than Blade drives his knee deep into the crotch, further doubling Issac over, some blood coming out of his mouth. After a knee to the face, Greyson pushes Issac back to the vehicle.

The Outlaw: I wanted respect from you. If you truly respected me, Allocca would have left nothing behind. Instead you put on a show at my expense and you left more than enough behind to rip you limb from limb. Consider this just a little reminder what went down in that cell, and what I’m capable of doing.

With that The Outlaw pulls Issac back from the vehicle, and sends him face first into the driver’s side window, shattering the glass, and Issac falls down to the concrete floor, the blood now really flowing, and Blade gives him a kick to turn him over and see his handiwork, resembling what happened when he beat Issac’s face into shards of glass in their cell match. The Outlaw heads back across the lot towards his own vehicle, and he speaks to Liz over her sobs and screams.

The Outlaw: After you get him scraped up, tell him that for now I’ll consider us “even”.

With that Blade walks away leaving Liz to rush to Issac’s fallen body, and finally, we can hear the approaching footsteps, presumably from medical personnel.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, our Main Event of the evening features Gryffin Anselm taking on the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title, X-Calibur.

Bryan Harris: You mean the number one contender to Crash and The Diabolik’s World Heavyweight Title.

Jimmy Yates: Crash does hold that belt for now Bryan, but X-Calibur has been building momentum week after week as he heads into that title match.

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur has been on a roll, but before he could lay claim to that title match he had to step into the ring with Gryffin Anselm. Now, on the surface this might seem like another Diabolik roadblock in X-Calibur’s path, but things have been at the very least strange, if not strained between Gryffin and The Diabolik.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think anyone really knows what’s going on with them, or how that is going to affect Anselm’s current feud with Cronos Diamante.

Bryan Harris: Well Jimbo, the Crash/X-Calibur feud and the Anselm/Diamante feuds crossed paths in this match, adding a little intrigue to an already impressive match-up on paper.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, we take you now to the match footage from the Main Event for Strife 39.

Start : Footage from the Match

Our scene fades into ringside and we immediately see Gryffin sending X-Calibur to the turnbuckles with a hard Irish whip. The impact into the buckles sends X back towards Anselm on the rebound, and Gryffin rocks him with a clothesline, sending X-Calibur crashing into the canvas. Quickly Gryffin drops the elbow into the sternum, and goes for the pin.

Alan Ducard: Anselm going for the quick pinfall here.

ONE

T-NO! Not quite a two count off of the quick strike, and I honestly don’t think even Gryffin believed he would get a pin out of that maneuver.

Bryan Harris: I’m sure he didn’t Alan, but he forced X-Calibur to expend the energy to kick out, and to deal with Anselm’s 300-plus pounds.

Jimmy Yates: Anselm hasn’t made many friends in the LEGACY crowd feuding first with Cronos and now taking on X-Calibur tonight, and the fans are starting rally behind X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: There are very few in LEGACY who can command that kind of support and respect from the crowd Jimmy, and I have to think whether fighters want to admit it or not, that crowd reaction does seem to add to the adrenaline rush inside that ring.

Gryffin doesn’t give X-Calbur any breathing room after the pinfall attempt, pulling him to his feet and sending him front-first into the turnbuckles. A stunned X-Calibur staggers back to Anselm, and Gryffin hooks him and takes him up as if to go for a belly to back suplex, but instead lifts X-Calibur up on to the top turnbuckle. Gryffin turns around and hooks him in the crucifix, and then tosses him off the top rope to the canvas with the powerbomb, evoking images of a “Razor’s Edge”.

Alan Ducard: A big crucifix powerbomb from Anselm, and Gryffin again goes for the pinfall, hooking both legs. This would be a huge singles win for Anselm here in Strife!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Kick out from the number one contender and this match is going to continue.

Jimmy Yates: That pinfall was closer than I think the fans here are comfortable with seeing Alan, and that X-Calibur chant is really starting to grow here in the arena.

Bryan Harris: It might be growing Jimbo, but look at Anselm, so focused on taking apart the number one contender, so focused on what he has to do to take down the man standing between The Diabolik and control over the World Heavyweight Title.

Jimmy Yates: That’s assuming Gryffin is even still a part of The Diabolik… or if Crash is still a part of The Diabolik!! So many questions…

Alan Ducard: Anselm now pulling X-Calibur to his feet, and there’s a huge right hand from the big man, and another, and another. He has X-Calibur staggering back to the ropes, and there’s the Irish whip, and X-Calibur ducks the clothesline. X-Calibur with the flying fore-no! Anselm snares him out of the air, and drives him down on the knee with the ribreaker!

Gryffin doesn’t let go, and X-Calibur is going to the shoulder, and Anselm pulls him to the corner and drops him face first on the buckles with the Snake Eyes. Anselm then pulls X-Calibur to his feet, slams him fact first into the buckles, and then scoops him over his shoulder, looking for a powerslam, but X-Calibur struggles, and drops down the back! He quickly grabs Anselm and takes him up and over with the belly to back suplex and the crowd cheers wildly on the impact.

Jimmy Yates: NICE!! X-Calibur with the reverse with the belly to back suplex, and here’s his opening.

Alan Ducard: X heads to the ropes, picking up a head of steam, and there’s a flying back elbow smash to the jaw, and down goes Gryffin. Anselm struggling to get to his feet is caught with a boot to the gut and … BIG DDT FROM X-Calibur! He hooks the legs!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! A near fall by X-Calibur, but it seems that the number one contender has taken back control of this match.

Bryan Harris: It seems that way Ducard, but we’ll have to see how much X has left in that gas tank after Anselm went to work on him.

Jimmy Yates: I would venture a guess that X-Calibur still has enough to win this match Bryan, and with the fans behind him, he might just roll to victory.

Alan Ducard: Many in the locker room would tell you just how tough a competitor Gryffin Anselm is, so I don’t believe there is any such thing as “rolling to victory” in matches against him.

X isn’t fazed by the failed pin attempt, and he tosses Gryffin into the turnbuckles, and quickly runs in with a splash in the corner. Before Anselm can get out of the corner though, X-Calibur mounts the buckles and begins raining down punches, and the crowd counts along with him with each strike.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

Bryan Harris: Come on the referee should have broken this up by now!

SIX

SEVEN

Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur is really bringing the fight to Anselm now guys, and Gryffin is looking dazed already from these shots!

EIGHT

NINE

TEN!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur backing off of Anselm here, and Gryffin is trying to get out of the corner, and X-Calibur comes off the ropes and snaps him down with a neckbreaker, and he’s looking to the buckles.

Bryan Harris: He has Anselm where he thinks he wants him, why take this risk Ducard? Why put all this momentum in jeopardy?

Alan Ducard: High risk, HIGH REWARD, Bryan. X-Calibur is climbing the buckles here with Gryffin prone on the canvas here, and he’s reached the top, and now he’s measuring the Diabolik member. X-Calibur steadies himself and he takes flight… the Hang Time Elbow connects!

Jimmy Yates: He drops that elbow into Anselm’s chest with all of that weight and all of that momentum from the top rope! X-Calibur is hooking the legs! Count it Alan!

Alan Ducard: ONE…

TWO

THREE-NO! Somehow, someway, Gryffin manages to get his shoulder off the canvas so that this match will continue.

Bryan Harris: People forget Anselm has held singles gold here in LEGACY, and that he can be up to the challenge of wrestling sans James Win in his corner looking for a tag.

Alan Ducard: That may very well be true Bryan, but X-Calibur is still in control, as he gets to his feet and delivers a stiff boot to the midsection, and then a knee to the face. X-Calibur goes for the Irish whip and there’s a reversal from Anselm. Anselm looking for the back body drop, but X-Calibur steps in and drives Anselm down on the knee with a facebreaker knee smash!

Anselm pops up, turning from X-Calibur who leaps and catches Anselm, slamming him face first into the canvas with the Jericho –style face crusher. X then pulls Gryffin up and into the standing headscissors. X tries to heave Griffyin up, presumably for a piledriver of some sort, but Anselm bears down and reverses the hold, flipping X up and over to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: Gryffin powers out of the standing headscissors, and how he hooks X-Calibur’s head and takes him up, and he holds him there!

Bryan Harris: Anselm weighs in at a muscled three hundred pounds, and he’s showing that strength right now, allowing all of that blood to go rushing to X’s head.

Jimmy Yates: X is being held effortlessly, and now Anselm drops back, completing the stalling vertical suplex. Anselm seems to once again taken control of this match.

Gryffin comes off the ropes now and drops the knee down into X’s head, and then drops in behind him with the chinlock, driving the knee into X-Calibur’s back. The digging of the knee and the strain through the chin of trying to break free from Anselm’s controlling grasp begin to wear on X, and the fans start to rally behind him, a chant for him begins rising up from the crowd, willing the number one contender to fight back.

Jimmy Yates: Listen to these fans here in Eugene! They’ve been a hot crowd for LEGACY here all night, and right now they are making some serious noise for X. X-Calibur is fighting against Anselm’s hold here, and now he’ starting to power out!

Bryan Harris: I can hear that excitement in your voice Jimbo, but before you wet yourself over X’s impending escape, don’t think Gryffin isn’t planning for it.

X-Calibur reaches back and rakes at Anselm’s eyes, forcing him to transition into a headlock, where X can power up to a standing position, and he starts elbowing his way out of the hold. Finally, the hold is broken, and X-Calibur hits the ropes, and on the rebound he ducks a clothesline and pulls up as Anselm turns around, and he catches him with a roll up into a small package pin attempt!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur out of nowhere with the pinfall!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! The surprise wasn’t enough and X-Calibur can’t put Gryffin away just yet.

Jimmy Yates: X is showing though that some basic holds can really be effective if the timing is right Alan.

Bryan Harris: Oh puhlease-when is someone going to really win a match with that kind of move.

Jimmy Yates: World Titles have changed hands with moves like that, just ask Rocky Stellar.

After the pin attempt, both men are up quickly, but X is first and he charges in at Anselm, who dives back at him, and takes him down to the canvas with an STO –style takedown. Having sufficiently flattened X-Calibur, Anselm leaps up on X and drives fist after fist down into his head and face as the referee counts and forces Gryffin to let up. He pulls X up and tosses him to the buckles and charges in, but X meets him with a boot to the face, dropping down to the canvas. X boosts himself to the top rope and leaps off, catching Gryffin with a double axehandle to the forehead, Randy Savage-style.

Alan Ducard: The big shot to the head as X-Calibur thinking about it, and he pulls Gryffin up and hooks him for the Trouble Arm DDT… Anselm powers him back to the buckles now though, and there’s a shoulder charge into the corner, and another, and another! He hooks X and takes him up out of the corner, and he’s going for the Eliminator Jackhammer Slam!

Bryan Harris: That’s the perfect set up for the Devastator , Alan!

Jimmy Yates: X is fighting him now though guys! He’s fighting with punches. He’s flat out punching Anselm in the forehead and the face! X-Calibur is going down the back and he’s free.

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur spins Anselm around and …X-TERMINATO-NO! Gryffin pushes out and X-Calibur is off to the ropes. Anselm is waiting for him, but X-Calibur pulls up!

X-Calibur having thrown off Anselm charges in as Anselm starts to take off, but now it’s Gryffin’s turn to rely on some momentum breaking as he scoops X-Calibur up and into the fireman’s carry!

Bryan Harris: Here comes The Devastator! He’s going to drop X right on his head with that driver!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur is fighting this one off again, and again he drops down and there’s a stiff right hand! X-TERMIN-NO! Gryffin pushes him off next to the ropes, and now Anselm with the assist to sending X over the top rope to the outside. X-Calibur tries to collect himself in the No Man’s Land outside the ring, but suddenly, a chorus of boos goes up from the crowd as none other than the LEGACY World Heavyweight Champion begins making his way to ringside.

Jimmy Yates: What’s he doing out here?

Bryan Harris: He’s probably out here to get a scouting update on the number one contender.

Jimmy Yates: Highly unlikely, but … here comes Cronos too!

Diamante rushes down the rampway behind Crash, and with a shot takes him down to the ground. Gryffin looks at what just happened with a good bit of confusion etched on his face. Cronos heads for the ring now, and steps inside.

Alan Ducard: We’ve got quite the cast of characters here now at ringside with the champion and the number one contender down outside the ring, and Cronos and Gryffin inside the ring. Cronos now up in Anselm’s face jawing at him, and he’s shoved Gryffin back into the buckles. Gryffin now shoves him back and this one has exploded. Cronos and Gryffin Anselm are just beating the hell out of each other.

Just when it appears Cronos is establishing the upperhand, El Chupacabra head out to ringside, and they both move right into the ring. Diego springs from the outside apron to the top rope and dives into the ring with a dropkick on to Cronos knocking him off of Gryffin.

Alan Ducard: El Chupacabra is out here now and they along with Gryffin are now beating down Diamante. The former No Limits Champion is fighting back, but it really is a numbers game now. Three on one – this is getting ugly. Crash is up at ringside and he’s coming for X-Calibur who is now once again trying to get back into the ring.

Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur isn’t really caught off guard this time like with El Chupacabra and he catches Crash with a left hook. X follows up with a right hand, and he slams Crash face first off the apron, and starts laying in the boots!

X-Calibur continues kicking away, and thinking he has Crash down, he turns his attention inside the ring to the 3 on 1 mugging with each guy taking his turn getting shots in on Diamante. However, that moment of distraction is all Crash needs to leap up and catch X-Calibur by the midsection and drive him back into the ring post with a resounding thud as the referee bails and the ring bell sounds, signaling that this match is over, but there’s no official announcement from Josephina.

Alan Ducard: This match is over, presumably a no contest, but we’ve got no announcement as Josephina is lying low and staying out of this madness as Crash pulls X-Calibur up and slams him into the post again, and X-Calibur looks to be down as Crash kicks him in the head.

Jimmy Yates: The Diabolik has effectively dealt with Cronos and X-Calibur here tonight, but I’m not sure how much of this is planned and how much is coincidence. Crash isn’t interacting with Anselm at all, it’s almost as if Gryffin doesn’t exist out here, and Anselm seems rather content with the job that he and El Chupacabra did on Cronos.

Alan Ducard: Well hopefully we’ll have some updates and more answers on this next show, but for right now Gryffin and Crash stand triumphant over their respective adversaries, Gryffin inside the ring, Crash outside, and this crowd can’t stand it.

The parting shot of the evening sees Gryffin Anselm along with El Chupacabra standing above Cronos Diamante inside the ring, the referee on the outside near the time keeper's table, and Crash near the ramp, smirking as he looks down on X-Calibur.