Josephina Colbert: Our next match is set for one fall and is a one-on-one contest. Introducing first…

The lights all over the arena bowl go completely out, and the fans start buzzing.

THAT’S WHY I SAY

HEY MAN NICE SHOT!!

As the jazzy remix of Filter’s “Hey Man Nice Shot” continues to play, the buzzing turns to booing, and blue sparks of pyro spray up from either side of the entrance curtain and then John Thomas steps out onto the entrance stage, wearing his blue and black sleeveless hooded robe, which comes down over his forehead and covers his eyes.

Josephina Colbert: Weighing in at 214 pounds and hailing from Poolesville, Maryland… here is JOHN… THOMAS!!!

Bryan Harris: Guys, this right here is the beginning of the rest of John Thomas’ career, because with a win over Loco Martinez, John takes his career to the next level.

Jimmy Yates: It’s going to be a tough task to accomplish, Bryan, because Loco Martinez is still at a great point in his career. It wasn’t too long ago that Loco Martinez was on top of this organization as the World Champion.

Having not paid any attention to the crowd, John continued his entrance without stopping on the stage for any significant amount of time, merely continuing at a steady pace along the elevated entrance walkway moving towards the ring, with blue and white spotlights shining down from the ceiling and up through the walkway.

Alan Ducard: Certainly a very focused look on the face of John Thomas, and you have to wonder whether he’s maybe a bit worried about how he’s going to fare against quite possibly his best friend – not only his best friend in the business, but his best friend in the world.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think that’s what’s going through his mind. I think right now John Thomas just wants to keep his game plan in mind and not get distracted by how these idiots at ringside are reacting to him.

Getting to the edge of the ring apron, John Thomas spits down onto his hands, puts them on the middle rope and pushes downwards, opening them up wide enough to enter the ring. Walking past Josephina Colbert, John takes down his hood, then removes his robe to show new black and blue and white ring shorts, extending halfway down his thigh towards his knee. Moving over to a far corner, John stretches his neck and waits.

Josephina Colbert: And his opponent...

The lights drop out and as yellow strobes begin to flash the crowd leaps to their feet. We hear the palm muted opening of the Von Bondie's "C'mon C'mon".

Josephina Colbert: Weighing in at 222 pounds and hailing from Always Sunny Philadelphia... LLLLLLOCO... MARRRRTINEZ!!!!

"On ANOTHER DAY

C'mon C'mon!"

The Crowd roars As Loco Martinez bounces from the back. Loco's wearing baggy black vinyl Karate styled pants (think Tajiri) with a yellow "MoFo" up the left leg. He's also in Yellow boots, and his right fist is taped up in yellow tape. He walks with a purpose as he gets to the ring apron. He turns throwing his arms over the top rope and then rolls backwards into the ring landing on his knees with his head sticking out from between the top and middle rope as flash bulbs pop.

Alan Ducard: Loco Martinez looking focused here tonight. And I can't help but notice the yellow tape on his right fist.

Jimmy Yates: In Loco's past he has occasionally taped his fist when he was in a "brawling" mood. To be truthful I can't remember seeing the fist taped in Loco's time here in LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: Well in the world ain't gonna keep him from the lesson he's about to learn at the hands of John Thomas!

Loco pops up and walks to his corner and keeps loose bouncing around energetically.

Referee Don Bower calls for the opening bell and as soon as it sounds the audience cheers. John Thomas cranks his neck and stretches his shoulders. Loco meanwhile has a look of steadfast aggression pasted onto his facade as he continues to rub the tape that has been wrapped so tightly around his hand that his fingers are losing color. Nodding his head in John’s direction, Loco looks at his hand and makes a “pounding” motion.

Alan Ducard: I think Loco is telling us that he wants some of JT.

Bryan Harris: You got all of that out of Loco wrapping his fist in tape and motioning towards JT that he wants to beat his face in? Really?! Out of ALL of that?

Jimmy Yates: Stop being such a smart ass, Bryan.

Thomas shakes his head with a defiant “no”, seemingly unphased by Loco’s taunting. As John advances towards the center of the ring, Loco Martinez then sprints out of his corner and leaps up onto JT’ shoulders with great athleticism, John catching him out of pure reflex. Loco pounds him in the forehead and eyes with his taped up fist and the crowd absolutely loses it as JT isn’t quite sure what to do with Loco and his abrupt assault.

Alan Ducard: Look at the lad go!!

After seven or eight stiff shots, Loco leans back and brings JT down to the mat with a hurricanrana, keeping his legs locked around John’s head all the way down to the mat. Now in a mounted position, Loco waylays John repeatedly, sending his head smacking against the mat with each aggressive shot. Finally, LEGACY official Don Bower steps in between Loco and Thomas, separating the two by pulling Loco up and off of his opponent. In a maddened fury, Loco side-steps Bower’s attempt to implement the rules and jumps back down on top of John Thomas.

Bryan Harris: This is ridiculous. Loco should be disqualified for acting like a mad man... those were CLEARLY close-fisted punches.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think the ref is gonna let this thing be stopped by a couple of close-fisted punches, Bryan. No matter how much you might want it to be.

Alan Ducard: Quite right, James. Quite right.

Once again, Bower pulls Loco off of JT and half shoves him back towards the turnbuckle. Momentarily distraught over this, Loco gets in Bower’s face which gives Thomas a window to roll out of the ring, much to the dissatisfaction of the Seattle crowd. Wiping a bloodied lip, Thomas can’t help repress a cocky smile stretching across his face. Looking back at Loco, seeing Bower having difficulty restraining the former LEGACY World Champion, Thomas walks casually to the other side of the ring and steps up onto the apron.

Alan Ducard: Johnny Boy with an almost scary calmness to him tonight.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, he’s certainly focused for this match.

Bryan Harris: And he always is. You guys just always fail to see it.

Almost as if he knows what Loco is going to do, JT steps between the ropes with his arms primed for defense. Despite the warning from Bower, Loco rushes Thomas in the ropes, but JT manages to slip through them in time and catch Loco by the waist with a football style tackle. As Loco flails his fists wildly, Thomas manages to keep his composure and lock in a key lock on Loco’s arm, keeping him grounded for the time being.

Jimmy Yates: Nice little submission move here to really open things up between them.

Aware of the submission lock Thomas just applied, Loco’s arms aren’t swinging as wildly anymore and he slaps Thomas’ forearm as a reaction to the painful hold. Thinking more clearly, Loco swiftly gets to his knees and ducks down to Thomas’ legs, looking for a fireman’s carry. Thomas has it perfectly scouted though and blocks the attempt by simply going dead weight on him, with the key lock still applied.

Bryan Harris: There’s not a more efficient way to handle’s somebody escape pattern then going dead weight.

Jimmy Yates: Agreed. And Thomas is doing exactly that right here.

Extending the arm out fully behind Loco’s back he tries for an omaplata, but Loco has none of it as he whirls around onto his back, taking Thomas off balance a bit. Before Thomas can regroup and reapply the hold though, Loco rolls to his feet and turns around, sending a front facing basement dropkick square in Thomas already bloodied lip.

Alan Ducard: Blimey... what a dropkick!!

The sudden impact doesn’t give Thomas enough time to take his legs out from under him and get to his knees, and so he completely bends backwards in an awkward position on top of his own calves and feet.

Jimmy Yates: Ewww! That looks awful!!

Bryan Harris: Oh man, this is how someone breaks a leg!! Straighten him out, ref!!

Loco uses this awkward position to his advantage though and drops with a standing splash, sending Thomas’s own feet into the back of his own spine by the force of Loco’s weight. The crowd winces in pain as Loco simply lays on top of him. Bower checks to see if Thomas’ shoulders are pinned to the mat, and when he realizes that they are he administers the count..

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell...

One!!

Two!!

Unable to free his legs from the bent position that has them pinned behind his back, Thomas uses his shoulder to just barely kick out of the pin attempt.

Alan Ducard: That was close...

Bryan Harris: Closer than it SHOULD’VE been. Loco’s got an unfair advantage right now with JT’s legs being bent halfway to hell!!

Jimmy Yates: This is hard to watch. I’ve seen some predicaments in my day but the one JT’s in right now takes the cake.

Satisfied with JT’s vulnerable and exposed position, Loco stands up and drops a few lightning quick leg drops. Standing up once again, Loco sprints and them jumps to the middle rope, twists in mid-air and lands a springboard dropkick that lands half on Loco’s head and half-on Loco’s sternum. Forgetting JT is still in the same awkward position he instinctively grabs one of Thomas’ legs and pulls on it for the cover, which inadvertantly frees his legs from being pinned behind his back.

One!!

Thomas manages to use the full force of his legs and upper body strength to kick out which actually sends Loco back towards the ropes.

Bryan Harris: Hah!! See that? If Loco had half a brain he wouldn’t have hooked the leg. What a dummy..

Jimmy Yates: It’s called instinct. Of which you have none, otherwise you’d know when to shut up.

Alan Ducard: Looks like JT is okay!!

Giving himself enough time to get to his feet, Thomas turns around towards Loco who is already coming at him. Pivoting just in time, Thomas drop-rolls to the mat with an excellently executed drop toe hold, which acts as a transition into a grounded side-head lock. Pulling back on Loco’s head, Thomas goes dead weight once again, making it tougher for Loco to give himself a good enough position on the mat to try and escape.

Jimmy Yates: John Thomas... the master of going dead weight.

Loco pries at Thomas’ interlocked fingers across his forehead, half-covering his eyes. With a decent display of strength Loco manages to get to his knees. Sending an elbow to Thomas’ gut, Loco tries for a reversal, but JT is ready for it and changes his maneuver into a three-quarter neck lock. Snapping Loco down to the canvas with a snapmare, Thomas follows it up with a stiff jumping knee drop directly across Loco’s neck as he sits in the seated position. Holding his neck in agony, Loco rolls around a bit on the mat from the impact of the maneuver.

Bryan Harris: Now that’s what I’m talking about!! Thomas with his surgical precision... that’s how you get the job done.

Alan Ducard: That dropkick looked like it landed square Loco’s spinal region. Very dangerous.

Jimmy Yates: You wouldn’t know that these guys were supposedly “friends” or anything. The way they’re going at it tooth and nail..

Bringing Loco to his feet, he sets him up for a reverse DDT. Dropping down, Thomas sticks both knees out from underneath him in what resembles a double knee backbreaker- reverse DDT combination. Sending the crowd into a frenzy, John Thomas makes the lateral cover as Bower slides into position..

Alan Ducard: WOW!! I’ve never seen that move before in my life!!

Bryan Harris: I don’t even know what you call that, but that was amazing.

Jimmy Yates: This one could be over!!

One!!

Two!!

Loco kicks out!!

Keeping himself calm and collected, and most of all focused, Thomas once again grabs a hold of Loco and starts bringing him to his feet. He twists Loco’s arm around in a short-arm scissors, but instead of drawing him in for a short-arm clothesline, he simply tugs down violently on it. Doing this about three times, he twists one more time which sends Loco flipping down onto the canvas. Still grasping onto his arm, Thomas then sends a leg drop directly down onto it. Pinning his shoulder and arm down onto the mat with his right leg, Thomas then reaches up with his left leg and starts pushing forward on Loco’s wrist, trying to bend the arm in two different places in opposite directions. Loco starts to freak out from the insurmountable pain going through his shoulder and arm and only manages to stop Thomas with a lucky fist to the temple.

Jimmy Yates: Man this is really uneasy to watch. JT is going for all the “sweet spots”..

Bryan Harris: He’s a methodical genius. Of course he’s gonna go for the “sweet spots”!

Alan Ducard: Looks like Thomas felt the sting of that shot..

Rolling off of Loco’s arm and holding his throbbing temple, Thomas gets up off of the mat when Loco does the same. With Loco’s arm practically just hanging there, Loco tries for a standing dropkick, hoping to connect in Thomas’ face. Thomas sees it coming though and simply swats him out of the way for a well-timed block. Seeing an opportunity to strike while Loco gets to his feet, Thomas jumps up with a standing dropkick of his own... only this one connects right in the weakened shoulder of Loco.

Alan Ducard: Wicked!! Loco’s shoulder has to be in pieces right about now..

Bryan Harris: Again, John Thomas with the precision. It’s uncanny.

Loco goes down in a heap, holding his shoulder and arm in agonizing pain. Looking out at the crowd, Thomas shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn’t care what the fans think. He then makes a cover across Loco’s chest with one foot and Bower makes the count.

One!!

Even in the state of pain Loco is in he is more than aware enough to get a shoulder up from the lackadaisical, taunting pin.

Jimmy Yates: That was pretty damn disrespectful of John Thomas. And this guy wants to be “friends”?!

Bryan Harris: Tough love, Jimbo. Tough love.

Alan Ducard: Yeah, well these fans aren’t loving it. Not one bit.

The fans boo Thomas’ antics but Thomas is not to be deterred. With Loco now in a seated position, he drops down to one knee and places it in the center of Loco’s back. Then, placing his bicep just under Loco’s chin, he locks in a rear head-lock. Further adding the pressure, Thomas sneakily cinches in what looks to be a half-chicken wing, but instead of pulling back on it and completing the full chicken wing, he slides his arm up and over the back of Loco’s neck, locking in a very dangerous looking half-nelson, rear-naked choke combination.

Bryan Harris: What a submission hold!! Loco’s done!!

Jimmy Yates: The torque on his neck is disgusting. He might be unconscious here in no time..

Alan Ducard: He’s fighting it!!

Loco tries to flail his arms and escape but to no avail he does not loosen Thomas’ grasp. Fading slowly into unconsciousness, the fans all begin to rally behind the MoFo.

Jimmy Yates: Listen to this crowd!!

Bryan Harris: They can cheer and rally and hooplah all they want, John has that move locked in with a deadbolt.

Thomas yells at Bower to check on him, but Bower assures him that Loco isn’t out enough yet to raise his arm for the knock-out submission check.

Bryan Harris: C’mon ref!! Check on him!! What are you waitin’ for?!

Finally, Loco’s arm goes limp and Bower grabs a hold of it. Lifting it into the air, he watches it fall lifelessly and signals “one” to the crowd.

Alan Ducard: Holy hell... this one just might BE over.

He grabs it again, and for a second time it falls with no resistance. He signals “two” to the crowd.

Jimmy Yates: One more and this one’s over..

For the third and final time, he grabs Loco’s arm and waits for it to fall... but it doesn’t!

Bryan Harris: Dammit!!

Loco starts shaking his arm and the capacity crowd comes alive. Shaking his entire arm and bicep, he starts pumping the flow of blood through his head and shoulder again and manages to get a study foot out onto the canvas to propel him to one knee. Thomas shakes his head in disbelief though, and tries to maintain his grasp on the former World Champion.

Alan Ducard: Thomas looks shocked that Loco isn’t unconscious!!

Bryan Harris: Hold on, Johnny Boy!! Hold on!!

Jimmy Yates: Listen to yourself, Bry-Bry. All worked up over your man-crush.

Loco slowly rises to his feet, and once again he shoots an elbow in Thomas’ bread basket. It takes four stiff shots for Thomas to finally loosen his grip, and Loco is off to the ropes. Just before the recoil flicks him towards Thomas, Poolesville’s favorite son jumps up for a leap frog. Loco manages to hold onto the ropes though and watches Thomas land on his feet. Running towards Thomas, Loco then extends his right foot high enough so that it connects right into the back of JT’s head, sending him flipping down to the mat.

Alan Ducard: Enziguri!!

Loco looks to the crowd, who have become unglued with Loco’s big comeback, and signals something to them.

Jimmy Yates: Here it comes. The LOCapitator!!

Lifting Thomas to his feet, he grabs his arm for a short-arm scissors. Thomas instinctively pulls his arm away though, preventing the superkick from happening. But Loco counters this counter and simply stomps right down on Thomas’ foot, sending JT into a hopping mess. The fans laugh in unison at this, and Loco smells the opportunity coming back his way.

Alan Ducard: It’s almost as if Loco Martinez KNOWS JT is keeping an eye out for his move.

Bryan Harris: Loco will never hit that move on him. Mark my words. Never!!

Loco lifts Thomas up in an inverted atomic drop and drops him taint first right across his knee. Thomas stands up straight and arches back, holding his buttocks and before he can prevent anything from happening, Thomas is taken down to the canvas with a viscous somersault leg lariat. Loco hooks a leg and Bower makes the count..

One!!

Two!!

Thomas kicks out emphatically and Loco is back on his feet, albeit holding his weakened shoulder again.

Jimmy Yates: Man that shoulder might as well be a bulls-eye.

Alan Ducard: Absolutely. And I think John’s about to throw some darts.

Just as Thomas starts getting to his feet, Loco once again signals something to the crowd. Grabbing Thomas’ arm and twisting it with a short-arm scissors, he leaps forward with his leg extended for the superkick, but Thomas ducks just at the right moment and avoids the Locapitator.

Bryan Harris: What’d I tell ya? He’ll never hit it!!

The crowd “oooooh’s” with excitement and as soon as Loco turns around, Thomas is ready with a boot in the gut. Lifting Loco’s arms up for a double underhook, Thomas then heaves Loco up into the air for a sit-out powerbomb. Landing perfectly onto the mat, Thomas screams at Bower to make the count who seems to be one second behind the game..

Jimmy Yates: HOSTILE TAKEOVER!! That’s his Father’s move!!

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell!!

Bryan Harris: He’s not moving!!

One!!

Two!!

THREE!!! NO!!!

Bryan Harris: What?! HOW?!

Thomas, showing a little loss of composure, angrily gets up off of the mat and screams at the referee for not being there in time. Kicking the bottom rope and putting his hands at his side, Thomas looks down at Loco Martinez who seems to be a bit out of it. Insistent that the Hostile Takeover maneuver should’ve ended the match, Thomas climbs back down on top of Loco for another pinfall attempt.

Bryan Harris: What are you doing, John? Don’t lose focus!

Jimmy Yates: Are you a LEGACY announcer or a Team Thomas cheerleader?!

One!!

Two!!

Loco gets his shoulder up again, and Thomas just shakes his head with disappointment.

Alan Ducard: I guess it’s the case of, if you don’t first succeed... try again!

Jimmy Yates: Thomas isn’t through here.. he’s been so persistent and unrelenting through out this match, and his reaction to not getting the pinfall after the Hostile Takeover was the first time in this match he lost an ounce of focus.

Grabbing Loco by his head, he starts bringing him to his feet. All of a sudden, Loco reaches behind JT and grabs him by the back of his neck while simultaneously lifting his right knee. Dropping down to the canvas, JT’s jaw connects with sheer force across Loco’s shins. Rolling Thomas over lethargically, he drapes an arm across Thomas’ chest.

One!!

Two!!

Bryan Harris: He kicked out!!

Thomas kicks out, and Loco is already up on his feet, looking dazed from the Hostile Takeover. Draping himself across the top rope for leverage, he buys himself a little time to recuperate as Thomas looks to be out of it on his knees. Getting to his feet, he stands a little wobbly from the double knee facebreaker. Peeling himself from the ropes and standing on his own volition, Loco looks advances towards Thomas. Delivering a right cross, Thomas reels back a little bit, allowing Loco enough room to charge up a jumping calf-kick. Connecting square in Thomas’s jaw, JT falls back in between the top and middle rope and spills to the outside near the announcers table.

Bryan Harris: You need some water John? A cold rag? Some Tylenol?

Jimmy Yates: You’re ridiculous. You know that, right?

Alan Ducard: Uh oh... look out, gentlemen.

As JT goes to get up, Loco rushes toward the opposite side of the ring and hits the ropes. On the rebound, Loco sprints as fast as he can, jumps up and spins his body around in a corkscrew motion. Without using the ropes, Loco sails over the top rope with a corkscrew dive, landing back to chest on John Thomas while CRASHING right through the announcer’s table!! The wood splinters on impact and JT and Loco disappear amidst the rubble as the crowd totally loses themselves to a LEGACY chant!!

Alan Ducard: Not again!!

Crowd: “LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE!”

Both Loco and JT remain motionless outside of the ring as the crowd lets their loud chanting be heard. Don Bower is slow to make a count, obviously giving both individuals a chance to recover from that unintentional collision through the announce table. After giving both competitors almost a full minute to recuperate, he shouts “One!” to the audience, who start clamoring “Let’s-go-Lo-Co!”.

Reaching the count of five, JT is the first one to show signs of life as he sits up amidst the splintered wood, smashed monitors, and the cable wire for their television feed. Pushing himself to get to his feet, Thomas crawls over to the apron, pulling down on the ring skirt to try and help himself up. Barely being able to reach the bottom rope, he uses all of his remaining strength to pull himself up and into the ring... only to roll back outside of it and interrupt the ten count.

Alan Ducard: Sorry about that ladies and gentlemen, we almost got caught up in that car wreck !!

Jimmy Yates: For the second time tonight!! That happens again, I'm asking for hazard pay...

Bryan Harris: Man, these guys are gonna need a paramedic after that one.. Look at this table!! It’s ruined!! I spilled my damn beer too...

Jimmy Yates: Wait, you have an alcoholic beverage with you out here? During a LIVE television broadcast?!

Bryan Harris: Did I say “beer”? What I meant to say was, “Cheetos”.

Jimmy Yates: Mmhm.

Alan Ducard: Loco hasn’t moved since he went through that table. And I think John just realized it..

Still lying motionless, JT realizes that Loco Martinez is possibly unconscious so he drags him by the foot, away from the remains of the wood. Picking the dead weight up by his shoulders and head, JT rolls Loco in at the count of six. Following him in directly, Thomas makes a desperate cover for the pin. But unfortunately for he, Loco’s right foot was sticking inches past the bottom rope and Bower refused to administer the count.

Bryan Harris: C’mon!! What the hell, Don?!

Jimmy Yates: Foot on the rope!!

Risking a disqualification and wide-eyed with absolute fury, Thomas grabs Bower by the collar of his pinstripes and shoves him back a few feet. Concentrating back on Loco, he drags him away from the bottom rope a few feet and hooks the leg for the deep cover. The crowd counts along...

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- NO!!

Alan Ducard: He kicked out!!

Bryan Harris: Well it’s no wonder after what the ref did... and you know what?! That is like the SECOND or THIRD, maybe even FOURTH time John Thomas got screwed in this match by Don Bower!! He had it won... again!!

Collapsing to the mat in agony over going through the table, Thomas holds his head with both hands and bends his knees into a more comfortable position, wondering why he can’t put away his opponent. Loco meanwhile, literally knips up off of the mat unexpectedly and races to the middle turnbuckle, holding himself steady for a moment with the top rope. Red faced with aggression and the will to go on, Loco mouths into the camera, “It’s not over, you son of a bitch!” before going split-legged on the top rope and moonsaulting back down onto the unsuspecting John Thomas with flush execution!!

Alan Ducard: HAPPINESS!!

Jimmy Yates: It’s over!!

Loco hooks the leg immediately after impact and Bower is right there for the count!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE...

...NO!!!

Bryan Harris: He kicked out!! He kicked out!!

A collective nervous sigh exploded through the arena as soon as Thomas kicked out of the pin attempt, and Loco collapsed to the mat, holding his hurt shoulder in frustration.

Bryan Harris: Sick ‘im John!! Sick ‘im!!

Jimmy Yates: Who knows what kind of damage he’s done to that shoulder after that crash through the table.

Alan Ducard: Up until this point, JT has been pretty dominant... but Loco might have enough in him to put him away!!

Loco is first to his feet this time, and holds the shoulder that Thomas tried ripping out of its socket earlier on. As Thomas holds his chest and abdomen from the devastating impact of the signature split-legged moonsault, Loco grabs Thomas by the back of his head and brings him to his feet and sets him in position for a piledriver. Looking out at everyone in attendance, Loco calls out “Loco Driver of DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!”.

Bryan Harris: God.

Alan Ducard: He never hits this...

Jimmy Yates: ... not ever.

Before Loco can even grab Thomas’ arms in a double underhook, Thomas counters with a back body drop. However, Loco cartwheels as soon as Thomas tries to flip him over and lands on his feet with great athleticism, countering JT’s counter. Before JT can turn around, Loco grabs his head like he’s going for a bulldog, but JT ducks down with a hammerlock go-behind reversal. Pushing up on Loco’s arm, Thomas tries to grab Loco’s head in a crossface, completing the full Chicken-Wing submission move, but Loco has it well scouted and reverses with a hammerlock go-behind of his own. Loco grabs both arms instinctively and tries for a simple backslide, but Thomas counters this attempt and uses his upper body strength to flip him forward. Loco lands on his feet, grabs JT’s arm, twists for a short-arm scissors, and thrusts his leg up for the LOCapitator superkick. But Thomas sees it coming again and ducks down. As soon as Loco’s body swings around from the force of the kick, he snatches Loco’s head and arm in a crossface chicken wing!!

Bryan Harris: Good God Almighty!! Somebody take a breath here!!

Alan Ducard: After all that countering, John Thomas managed to get the chicken-wing anyway!!

Jimmy Yates: Sounds like a typical Football Sunday at my house!!

John Thomas locks his fingers in tightly, and Loco tries fighting it to no avail. Thomas twists and contorts Loco’s arm and shoulder to a great degree, and Loco screams out in complete agony. Before Thomas can even bring him down into the full body scissors, Loco deftly runs forward and dives down, spilling both him and Thomas into the middle and bottom ropes, effectively breaking the hold by the grace of Bower’s count.

Bryan Harris: Dammit!! He had it!! Loco was about to tap!!

Jimmy Yates: He very well might’ve been... his shoulder is in shambles right now.

Thomas is much slower to get to his feet than Loco even though the latter had been enduring a painful submission move for a brief amount of time. Loco rolls his shoulder around a bit and holds it, feeling whether or not the ligaments and tendons were hanging loosely.

Alan Ducard: I don’t know, he seems alright to me. Maybe a little bruised but he’s not exactly waving the white flag of surrender right now, is he?

Focusing back on John Thomas, Loco delivers a right hand to Thomas and grabs him by the arm. Instead of going for the short-armed scissors again, he sends him into the turnbuckle. After a three-second delay to make sure Thomas didn’t stop himself short of the padding, Loco followed in, but it was more than enough time to give Thomas the chance to see Loco coming. Loco runs in but Thomas sees him coming and uses Loco’s own momentum to lift him up and over the turnbuckles in a fireman’s carry lift. Loco just barely manages to hang onto the top rope and help himself land with both feet on the ring apron.

Bryan Harris: Precarious spot for these guys.

Loco delivers another right hand to the back of JT’ head which causes him to turn around, prompted by instinct. Loco goes for another but this time JT blocks it and delivers a hard left, which causes Loco to trip up and stumble down. Keeping himself from falling to the outside mat by holding onto the top rope, Loco pulls himself back upright and decides to climb. On the second turnbuckle though, JT stops him with another hard left and Loco stumbles, his chest landing hard against the top turnbuckle.

Jimmy Yates: Oof!!

Alan Ducard: That had to suck the breath out of Loco..

Bryan Harris: Look at John Thomas!! Now HE’s climbing!!

JT climbs to the second turnbuckle himself, with both men on opposite sides of the ring ropes, battling one another. Lifting Loco up by the jaw, he goes to throw another left but this time Loco blocks it and sends a shot right into his abdomen. Following it up, Loco slams JT’s head across the top turnbuckle and then proceeds to kiss his own brawler’s tape. As soon as JT is bent over, Loco sunset flips up and over JT and into the ring, landing on his feet but at the same time pulling John Thomas down to the mat with a thunderous powerbomb!!

Bryan Harris: Holy CRAP!!

Jimmy Yates: Shades of the late great Eddie Guerrero there... I love it!!

Alan Ducard: This one’s over..

Grabbing a hold of JT’s feet, Loco flips over into a jackknife pinning maneuver. Bower is there for the count and the crowd eagerly counts along again.

ONE!!

Bryan Harris: No!!

TWO!!

Bryan Harris: Kickout!!

THREE- NO!!!

Bryan Harris: He kicked out!! He kicked out!!

Alan Ducard: Wow... what is it gonna take?!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, but these guys have just about given each other EVERYTHING...

Looking crestfallen, Loco shakes his head in disbelief. Helping himself to his feet, Loco climbs to the middle rope again, this time inside the ring with his back facing the turnbuckles. Telling John to “get up!”, Loco waits for John Thomas to try and recuperate from the sunset flip powerbomb. With the crowd, waiting in anticipation, John Thomas slowly gets to his feet.

Alan Ducard: What’s he going for? Flipping neckbreaker?

Bryan Harris: Flying wishbone?

Jimmy Yates: Huh? How the..

With Thomas finally standing upright (albeit on spaghetti legs), Loco leaps off of the middle rope and lands directly on JT’s shoulders in position for a victory roll.

Alan Ducard: Victory Roll!!

On the way down though, John Thomas sits right down on Loco’s chest and grabs both legs.

Bryan Harris: Beautiful!!

Bower makes the count..

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR-

JT is pulled back to the canvas by the strength of Loco’s legs, and Loco holds his legs down with both arms for added leverage...

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Bryan Harris: WHAT?!

Jimmy Yates: He did it!! Loco wins!! He beat John Thomas!!

Alan Ducard: What a phenomenal match between these two... incredible!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match.... LOCOOOOOOOOOO... MAAAAAAAAAARTIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEZ!!!

Loco Martinez stands up straight and raises his taped fist in the air as “C’mon! C’mon!” comes on over the speaker system. He pulls his arm back down rather fiercely though as he realizes just how badly its actually hurting. He looks around at everyone and then back down at John Thomas who looks completely stunned that he just got pinned for the one, two, three. John Thomas looks up at Loco Martinez with a look of complete revulsion and simply shakes his head.

Alan Ducard: Looks like John Thomas can’t believe what’s happened. He was SO sure that he could beat Loco Martinez tonight.

Bryan Harris: And by rights he should’ve. Don Bower has to be the most incompetent referee I’ve ever seen.

Jimmy Yates: I disagree. If anything, Bower is one of THE most COMPETENT officials I’VE ever seen.

Loco Martinez smirks at John, winks, and turns his back on him. John Thomas look around at everybody in attendance and then back at Loco when he decides to get up off of the mat and walk towards Loco. Grabbing Loco by the arm he pulls him around quickly, which causes Loco to go in a defensive stance.

Alan Ducard: Whoa, what’s this?

Looking at Loco and then at the audience, John Thomas nods his head and then, raises his hand for a shake with Loco’s. Not entirely sure what to make of the situation, Loco looks out at the crowd to see what they think. After most of them shout “No! Don’t do it!”, Loco Martinez shakes his head and mouths “Not falling for it, John. Not falling for it...”.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t blame him one bit.

Bryan Harris: Man that’s disrespectful. When a class act like John Thomas wants to shake your hand for having a good match, you damn well better shake it!

Alan Ducard: I don’t know... somehow, I doubt those were his true intentions there, and I believe Loco is thinking the same exact thing.

Turning away from JT, Loco looks proud while Thomas almost looks dejected. JT looks out at the fans in attendance and then back at Loco and then starts clapping his hands, giving the opponent that just beat him a round of applause. Soon thereafter, Loco stops in his tracks up the elevated ramp as he sees this happening on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision. With the crowd clapping along, Loco Martinez shakes his head in a very distrustful manner before continuing on up the ramp. John Thomas meanwhile, continues clapping and nodding, smiling a bit as he does so.

The video is at first black with no highlights, and only the sounds of a capacity crowd, and then familiar voices are heard.

The Outlaw: It’s all on the line for you Issac – it is all on the line in the biggest match of your career, and I want you to ask yourself the question you asked me. Are you ready Issac?

There is a moment of silence against the black video feed.

The Outlaw: I asked you a question Entrgain … are you f***ing ready?

The intensity is as strong as it’s ever been in Blade’s voice, and then there is the response.

The Ivory Terror:

I

AM

READY!

Then, there is a barrage of violent video with no sound as we see Issac Entragain hit his modified Disemboweler on Greyson on a chair, crushing the steel legs with the impact, which immediately moves into The Outlaw delivering a Killshot to Issac, driving him into the video screen from his infamous “side show” promo, the glass “popping” as it shatters. Then we see Issac Entragain standing victorious over a battered and beaten Outlaw in the middle of the ring, taunting him, then The Outlaw standing over Issac in a parking lot, blood pooling by his head.

Then, the opening chords of Seether’s “Fake It” hit, almost questioning the resolve of both fighters in this war that has constantly and consistently waged for five months.

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world

There’s a flash of Entragain’s flaming upside down cross symbol, and then The Outlaw’s Western skeleton with six-shooter. Then we’re taken inside the MGM grand casino and we see security camera footage of the magnificent brawl between The Ivory Terror and The Outlaw. Issac beats down Greyson with gargantuan uppercuts knocking Blade up and over a railing. The Outlaw pulls Entragain up and spinebuster’s him through a blackjack table.

You lost your self-esteem along the way
Yeah

The video flashes to the No Limits Triple Threat match at Forged by Fire. We see Issac hitting a flying clothesline on Blade, and then a wicked bicycle kick. However, these images are followed by a wicked Killshot on a leaping Entragain, and Blade’s hand is raised in victory as he holds the No Limits Title.

Good god you're coming up with reasons

The video flashes to Blade calling out Issac Entragian after he was DQ’ed in the Hawkins tournament after obliterating Stephen Rawlings.

Good god it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped
So follow me down

We see Issac attacking The Outlaw and Crazy Boy backstage. Crazy Boy’s arm is cut open badly, and Blade is tossed head first into the concrete wall.

And just fake it if you're out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong here

The video takes us to the Blade/Entragain No Limits Tables match with Entragain using a Bull whip on Blade stinging his flesh, and The Outlaw shattering a kendo stick on Entragain. Then we see Crazy Boy breaking up the two-on-one assault of Greg Allocca and The Ivory Terror on The Outlaw.

Fake it if you feel like affection
Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite

The footage changes to the the conclusion of the tables match with both men going through the tables at the same time, and the camera pulls back to show everyone the carnage that took place and the war was just beginning.

And you should know that the lies won't hide your flaws
No sense in hiding all of yours

The footage is now of aforementioned “side show” promo as we see Issac Entragain airing Blade’s famous accomplishments inside of a cell, fighting his greatest nemesis and his own best friend, leaving both beaten and bleeding. We see the intensity in Issac’s eyes as he runs down The No Limits Champion.

You gave up on your dreams along the way
Yea

In the current shot there is Crazy Boy and The Outlaw being mauled post tag match by Issac and Allocca. Greg has smashed a chair into Crazy Boy off the top rope, and Issac has put Blade through a chair with The Disembowler, and now they stand over the heroes victorious.

Good god you're coming up with reasons
Good god you're dragging it out

There is a marquee that reads Glimmer of Hope: “The Ivory Terror” vs. “The Outlaw” – No Limits Championship! Then it fades as we see a cell being lowered down around the ring, and then clips of the entrance of both men.

Good god it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped
So follow me down

There is an explosion of violence on the screen. Issac chokeslams The Outlaw, tombstones him on the concrete floor, blasts him in the face repeatedly with a barbed wire knee bringing the blood. Entragain’s violence continues and we see him piledriving Blade on a chair, and then him biting down on Blade and powerbombing him on steel steps, not once, not twice, but three times.

And just fake it if you're out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong here
Fake it if you feel like affection
Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite

Another explosion of violence occurs as we see Blade now taking the fight to Issac in the cell. We see him dropping off the roof of the cell with an elbow drop and driving him through a chair with a top rope leg drop. We see The Outlaw beating Issac’s head and face into a mound of glass on the canvas, staining the canvas red. We see Blade hitting an F-5 on a chair, and then choking out Issac with the rear naked choke.

Whoah Whoah

The scene is once more in the cell, but this time it’s a shot of the blood champion standing over Issac holding The No Limits Title.

I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake with the best of em all
I can fake with the best of anyone
I can fake it all

There’s a repeat of the shot of Issac Entragain standing victorious over a battered and beaten Outlaw in the middle of the ring, taunting him, then The Outlaw standing over Issac in a parking lot, blood pooling by his head, from the recent on-Strife attacks, following the cell match. However this time, the camera is switched to the view point of the victim, looking up at the victor in that clash.

Who's to know if your soul will fade at all
The one you sold to fool the world

There’s a shot of Issac Entragain holding The No Limits Title, followed by Greyson Blade holding that very same belt. We see Blade and Entragain trading rapid fire punches as the video footage speeds up just a bit.

You lost your self-esteem along the way
Yeah

There’s glass and blood, barbed wire, and sledgehammers, faces contorted in pain, anger and demented pleasure, and then there is blackness, and with the lyrics we hear Blade and Issac once more.

Good god you're coming up with reasons
Good god you're dragging it out
Good god it's the changing of the seasons
I feel so raped

THE IVORY TERROR

THE OUTLAW

THE NO LIMITS TITLE

ONE LAST TIME

So follow me down
And just fake it if you're out of direction
Fake it if you don't belong here
Fake it if you feel like affection
Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite

The Outlaw: I asked you a question Entrgain … are you f***ing ready?

The intensity is as strong as it’s ever been in Blade’s voice, and then there is the response.

The Ivory Terror:

I

AM

READY!

An image of the No Limits Championship belt fades in and then we see the words “ARE YOU READY?” appear before the entire video fades to a bright white, then fades to black before heading back to the ringside area, where the announce team is seated without a table in front of them, though there are production team members who are scurrying around, setting up a makeshift table in front of them.

Bryan Harris: If anyone in the back can hear me right now, what's going on back there? Can't y'all do any better than this? This table isn't anything more than what catering uses to put lunch meats on back there...

Jimmy Yates: Come on, Bryan, it's better than nothing.

Bryan Harris: Where do they expect the monitors to go?! There's no pre-drilled holes or support buckets...

Alan Ducard: We'll make due, especially since we have a huge match coming up next, one which might end up with one of the two breaking THIS table, as well.

The lights in the arena dim and the words “NO LIMITS” appear on the LEGACY Vision Jumbotron.

Josephina Colbert: Our next match is set for one fall and is for the NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP!!

With the heated war the two have had, the fans anticipate how great this match is going to be, so they immediately get really loud with excitement.

That eerie blackness descends over the arena, and for the moment, the crowd is deathly silent. The fans stew in their seats, some standing, as the camera takes a wide pan to take in every aspect of the Seattle's Key Arena. Signaling Entragian's arrival, alternating bursts of flame trigger on both sides of the elevated walkway. These flame blasts shoot up and light a HUGE symbol suspended above the curtains (which are out of the fire's range).

The symbol is an upside down wooden cross, set in a circle, and laced with barbwire. The fire licks over this structure, already starting to blacken the wood, the blaze becoming that one lone beacon in the darkness. As the bursts of flame continue on their timer, Blue Oyster Cult's “Don't Fear The Reaper” starts to play, rocking out of the speakers in an attempt to compete with the overwhelming reaction from the fans, who are roaring their disapproval at the top of their lungs. A spotlight falls dead center at the top of the walkway, providing the illumination as a shadowy figure pushes back the curtains and steps into view.

Issac is shirtless, his cut ivory frame glinting in the pale light, and we see a small ponytail jutting out from the back of his mane of white hair, near the top of his head. Entragian simply stands there for a moment, soaking in the reaction, his head hung low and his gaze directed at the floor. His entire body is tensed up, the alabaster muscles flexing, over and over again.

Jimmy Yates: Talk… about… creepy.

Bryan Harris: I’m with you there, Jimbo.

Issac is wearing a pair of stark white tights, with a black barbwire design descending down both legs. His boots are a custom made bleached rattlesnake skin design, and they reach all the way up to the bottom of his knees. As he stands there, Elizabeth steps out from the curtains as well, moving towards her man and placing a hand upon his chest. She's wearing a full body black fishnet outfit, with a sultry bra and panties ensemble underneath.

They lock eyes, and Entragian locks a hand around the back of her neck and brings her lips to meet his own. After the kiss, Liz whispers something to him, and Issac nods, after this little interaction, Elizabeth spins on her heels and heads straight into the back from whence she came.

Alan Ducard: Well this is interesting. Elizabeth had some last minute words with Issac, and then headed to the back. I thought she'd be at ringside for this one.

Bryan Harris: No Alan, it's Issac's wish that Liz doesn't stay at ringside for this match. In fact he talked to all of the people in his “inner circle”, telling them straight up that he is going to that ring alone to do what he should have done a long time ago. You won't see any Elizabeth Gaunt or Greg Allocca becoming involved in tonight's match.

Entragian starts to stalk down to the ring, swinging his head from left to right, occasionally opening that predator's maw and flashing his cannibal teeth for all to see. His pale hands are drawn up into fists all the way down the elevated ramp, and Issac doesn't bother with his usual step over the top rope entrance, instead just ducking into the ring under the top rope.

Jimmy Yates: Issac is all business tonight. No overly big theatrics, and no wasted motion, he just came straight out here and made a beeline for that squared circle.

Bryan Harris: Tonight you're going to see a very different Ivory Terror. Like he's already said Jimbo, the man has reached his breaking point. He's out here to prove himself, and he's taking the straight and narrow approach to things this evening.

Entragian moves around the ring with a heavy plod, like a bull locked up in a corral. His hands keep going up to his hair, pulling along its length slightly to psych himself up. His teeth are bared, and locked together in a hideous, inhuman snarl. This pacing doesn't stop, just back and forth, his fists seeming to clench even tighter with each step.

At that moment Issac’s music dies, and reveals the true hatred of the fans for the monster before them, jeering the muscle bound evil. The chants and anger grows louder and louder until in an almost unbelievable fashion, the crowd’s emotions do a complete 180, and the positive response is almost deafening, because on the LEGACY Vision big screen there appears the symbol of The Outlaw: The Outlaw skeleton with a six shooter with The Outlaw moniker and the words “Demand Respect” following. As the image appears, the opening chords to “Outlaw Torn” by Metallica hit the PA system, and the music begins to build.

Hearing the music and the rising support from the crowd, The Outlaw steps out from the gorilla position, and appears before the capacity crowd in the Key Arena. He’s dressed in his usual fashion, but sporting his new “Demand Respect” t-shirt, along with jeans and black boots. His dress is simple in comparison to the challenger, and he appears before the crowd with taped fists clenched.

Jimmy Yates: Listening to that response you darn sure know that The Outlaw has arrived.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw’s support might be at an all time high, maybe even higher than during his early feuds with Marcus Marion. In fact, it’s almost surreal to see in this case where the fan favorite has to be considered the favorite.

Bryan Harris: What are you talking about Ducard? How can you pick “The Outlaw” over that absolute monster in the ring?

Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade has beaten Issac with The Killshot to win the No Limits Title at Forged by Fire, and then Blade choked Issac out at Glimmer of Hope inside of a cell, and on other occasions Issac has failed to take the belt from Greyson.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw was right on the last edition of Strife when he said this was Issac’s defining moment. Issac has failed to beat The Outlaw numerous times, and this is his last chance. Yes that will motivate The Ivory Terror, but Blade has found a way to retain that belt against him time and time again.

Bryan Harris: You guys really are underestimating Issac here. He’s been pushed to the breaking point, and he has everything to lose, and everything to prove here. He’s primed. He’s ready. He’s learned from the past, and tonight I believe we will see a new champion.

The Outlaw approaches the ring, and standing outside of it, he stares in at Entragian, and slowly unhooks the belt from his waist, and holds it up for the screaming fans, who give great respect to The Champion before he placed the gold over his shoulder, and steps inside the ring with the white demon.

Josephina Colbert has waited until both competitors are in the ring before she introduces them, as is the custom for a big match like this on a Pay Per View scale. The young woman steps forward, giving Issac a wide berth and bringing a mic up to her lips.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 312 LBS and standing at an even SEVEN FEET TALL, he is THE IVORY TERROR, ISSSSSSSAC ENTRAGIAN!!!!

Entragian hasn't stopped his pacing, but now instead of looking downward, his gaze is targeted onto Blade's face. His eyes burn with malice, his body pulsing with rage. The crowd cheers the hell out of Blade, but it has pretty much ZERO effect on the monster.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing next, he is the CURRENT NO LIMITS CHAMPION, weighing in at 290 LBS and standing at 6'5 FEET TALL, he is THE OUTLAW, GREEEEEEEYSON BLADE!!!!

Greyson Blade's stance is one of sheer determination and confidence. He looks out to the masses, pumping a fist towards the heavens, before setting the cutting gaze of his eyes on Entragian. Blade cocks his head to the side, cracking his neck, then he grabs one of the ropes and pulls down against it, squatting and stretching himself for the coming battle.

After a tense pause, the timekeeper does his duty, and the bell sounds off.

DING DING!

As the bell rings, the two combatants begin to circle each other in the ring. Both pairs of eyes tell separate stories, and you can tell the animosity that has grown between them is about to come to a head. Entragian is the first to move in, arms moving, looking to lock up. Greyson steps forward too, tilting his head to the side and looking for the best way to get some leverage via a grapple. Finally, they lock up, and the crowd roars it's approval.

Issac bears down, using his height advantage to push Greyson forward a few steps. Greyson doesn't yield though, instead grinding harder in the collar elbow tie-up and using his powerful build and lower center of gravity to nudge Issac a few steps back. The two men continue to bull one another around the ring, then finally they make a clean [and slightly rough] break, before stepping back to their respective corners.

Alan Ducard: Well in the early goings, it seems these men are keeping things by the book. Neither man giving up an inch, it got to that point where it was just a standstill, which really exemplifies how fitting a match these two are for each other.

Jimmy Yates: Very true, Alan. However, considering this is a No Limits match, I have a strong feeling that clean tactics will go right out the window fairly soon.

Issac looks out to the crowd, a low growl emerging from his chest. Blade looks on, motioning with one hand for him to “bring it.” Entragian takes the bait, racing forward and looking for a swift clothesline, but Blade ducks under the attempt. The huge albino spins around after stopping himself, only to be met with a hammering fist right to the side of his face. Followed by a second, and a third. Issac starts staggering backwards, trying throw his hands up and block some of the blows.

Jimmy Yates: Blade getting some momentum with those big punches, and it looks like he has Issac reeling.

Bryan Harris: All he's doing is pissing Issac off, and he'll reap the consequences soon, mark my words.

Alan Ducard: Although Entragian DOES appear furious, he also appears to be hurting, Bryan.

Blade keeps moving forward, throwing out those heavy right hands, until he's got Issac backed up against one of the turnbuckles. Once there, The Outlaw just unloads, firing off right and left fists into Issac's torso, and capping off the attack with a fierce reverse elbow smash to the jaw. Entragian slouches against the buckles, his head hung low. Blade grabs one of his wrists, then yanks Issac towards the opposite turnbuckle with an irish whip. Entragian hits hard, gritting his cannibal teeth, but he recovers enough to make another mad dash towards Greyson, only to be met with a Lou Thesz press from The Outlaw, who follows up with another round of fierce right hands directed into Issac's alabaster face. After he's satisfied, Greyson dismounts Issac, steps to the side, and falls with his elbow pointed downward, driving it into the very heart of his nemesis.

Jimmy Yates: This has been ALL Greyson from the start. The Outlaw knows what's at stake in this match, not only his championship title, but also his pride.

Alan Ducard: The last thing Blade wants is to lose to Entragian, so he's giving Issac everything he's got. Greyson's tank runs deep too, so I have a feeling we haven't seen ANYTHING yet.

Bryan Harris: Sooner or later, Greyson's going to make a mistake. He's going to get too caught up in the crowd reaction or something like that, and Issac will move in for the kill. Even a legend will gas himself, if pushed far enough on a big stage like this.

Greyson pops back up after delivering the elbow, backing off and taking a breather while he considers his next offensive maneuver. Meanwhile, Issac pushes up to his feet, swinging his head around and finding his target. Entragian sets one foot, then leaps forwards, looking to take Blade's head off his shoulders with a bicycle kick. However, at the last possible moment, Blade sidesteps, and dives down, chop-blocking Issac's other leg right across the back of the knee. Issac buckles down awkwardly, his hands smacking against the canvas to brace himself. Greyson doesn't waste a second, moving over to the closest turnbuckle and ascending to the second rope, only to piston himself forward as Issac stands up, blasting a flying shoulder tackle into Entragian. Issac takes most of the impact on his own shoulder, falling down to the mat and rolling a few feet while holding his left arm. Greyson gets back up, circling the downed monster with methodical slowness.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is literally suffocating Issac with offense in there. Entragian's hasn't even been able to get his foot in the door. Things aren't looking good for him.

Jimmy Yates: Remember guys, Entragian is competing with a bona fide LEGEND right now. A man who has held just about every title is just about every organization ever worth talking about. It shouldn't surprise you that Greyson is holding his own against this seven foot monster.

Bryan Harris: Not just holding his own, as much as I HATE to admit it, he's dominating.

Issac starts to try and get up, but Greyson lays into him with a stiff kick directed right into the ribs, flipping Issac onto his back in the process. Blade then moves over the ropes and steps out, dropping down to the mats outside, only to rummage under the apron for weaponry. He comes out with a table, sliding it under the bottom rope and rolling under himself. Once back in the ring, Greyson picks the table up and leans it against one of the turnbuckles, then he stalks over to the fallen monster, pulling him up by a snatch of long white hair and whipping him into the table. It doesn't break, instead Issac hits it with his side, a little hiss of air escaping his pale lips. Issac simply leans up against it, looking dazed, his body starting to slip down against the wood. Blade nods, staring down his opponent before moving over to the opposite corner and dropping down into a runner's stance. He rubs a heel against the canvas, one palm positioned for maximum speed, and the fans go CRAZY in response to the move Greyson is preparing to unleash.

Alan Ducard: Blade is thinking KILLSHOT. If this hits, I have to believe it's over. Greyson has taken hundreds of opponents out with that Killshot, and it's name has proven to be VERY fitting. That move flat outs KILLS the opposition.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw is shifting into a surprisingly early endgame mode, perhaps thanks to his undeterred success thus far against Issac in this match.

Issac seems totally out of it, his emerald eyes having taken on a glassy tone. As the crowd reaches a near fever pitch in their excitement, Blade pounces like a jungle cat, sprinting forward and lowering that shoulder to spear the living hell out of Issac. Seconds before impact, Issac snaps his face forward and opens his maw wide, roaring at Blade, his sharpened teeth dripping with saliva. Greyson tries to stop himself, realizing his mistake, but it's too late, Issac palms the back of his head and slam dunks him FACE FIRST into the table, causing it to shatter upon impact with Greyson laying among the rubble of twisted metal legs and broken wood. The Outlaw twitches once, his leg caught against a piece of snapped metal.

Bryan Harris: HOT DAMN. See that boys? That's what us Texans call “playing possum”. Greyson is a mother friggin' ruin!

Alan Ducard: That could have been a fatal mistake on Greyson's part, because Issac is now in firm control of the situation.

Much to the dismay of the fans, Issac grins, reaching down and pulling Blade out from the mess by the ankle. Issac circles Blade, then just starts to drive toe kicks into his ribs, followed by a few stiff stomps right across the sternum. The Ivory Terror drops down on top of a coughing Blade, and proceeds to latch a hand around Blade's throat, simply choking the life from him. He leans forward, pressing his entire weight down on Greyson's throat, causing Greyson to cough even louder, a few specks of spittle flying from his mouth. Just as Blade starts to turn purple, Issac releases the choke, grabbing him by the head and bringing him to a sitting position near the ropes. Entragian hits the ropes, then dives down, connecting with a low dropkick right into the face of The Outlaw.

Bryan Harris: You've got to applaud the big man for that amazing show of agility, very few superstars Issac's size can pull off a move like that.

Alan Ducard: From the way Greyson keeps holding that torso, I'd say he could be sporting a few broken ribs in there for all we know. He seems to be favoring his lower back as well, so we don't know how much damage was done after he went through that table.

Now Entragian moves in, scraping Greyson up from the mat and locking an arm across his neck, he powers Blade up and holds him vertical in the position for a suplex, remaining in this stance to let the blood rush to The Outlaw's head for a few seconds.

Bryan Harris: Look at that POWER. He lifts up a near three hundred pound man with such ease, as though he's a child.

Issac grits his teeth in concentration, then switches his position and slams Blade into the canvas with a forceful jackhammer. Greyson hits hard, letting out a yelp of pain as he lands on the very edge of his spine. Issac is back on his feet, and he's already moving back in on Blade, once more slamming an open palm down and grabbing Blade by the throat. Using sheer force of will, Issac yanks Greyson up to his feet, and begins to walk him forward towards the ring ropes. Once there, with Greyson fighting his grip, Issac lifts Blade up and chokeslams him right over the top rope, sending his body on a LONG trip all the way to the floor on the outside of the ring.

Alan Ducard: And now the tide is turning, with The Ivory Terror taking this match into a whole other vein. He's working slow and steady, relishing every squirt of pain he can draw from The Outlaw.

Jimmy Yates: I thought he'd continue out after Greyson, but instead Issac has gotten out of the ring on the opposite end, and he's starting to dig around under the ring for something.

Issac's search reaches it's end, as he pulls out a rusty iron cudgel from beneath the ring. It has a wooden handle decorated with small satanic symbols, and the head of the cudgel is rounded with little bumps. The weapon appears to have seen a lot of use, however despite the wear and tear, it looks like a very intimidating piece of artillery. Issac smirks, moving around the ring towards where Greyson lies, who is holding his ribs and crawling towards the announcer's table. Issac comes around the corner, bashing the iron cudgel against the steel steps, sending a loud shock wave of sound washing over the arena. He takes a few quick steps forward, then with Greyson still crawling, he WHACKS him right in between the shoulder blades with the head of the iron club. Blade's head whips backward and his mouth stretches in an O of pain, but he squints his eyes against the agony and continues to try and slither forward in a vain attempt to get to something that he can use to pull himself to his feet.

Jimmy Yates: That was ACADEMIC. What a calculated blow with that iron club, and Entragian seems so adept at using it to inflict the most damage he can.

Bryan Harris: Actually I've heard about that cudgel! I was speaking with Intern Avery last week, and he gave me a few preview snippets from the second part of that Entragian interview he conducted, and he said Issac made mention of that rusty cudgel quite a few times. Something he used during his brawling days back in the carnival, if memory serves.

Alan Ducard: I was given the same information. Apparently Issac even has a name for it, he calls that iron cudgel.... ”The Slayer.” And from where I'm sitting, Greyson Blade appears to be getting slain out there.

Issac looks down at his handiwork, tilting his head to side and simply walking alongside Blade as he crawls. Entragian tosses his “Slayer” into the ring, and focuses on a section of cable jutting out from one of the announce tables. The demonic albino grabs hold of this, and wraps it around Blade's throat, pulling back with all his might and bringing Greyson to his knees. He chokes him mercilessly, whipping Blade from side to side for extra torque. After a moment, he drags Greyson up onto the steel steps by the neck, and crudely ties a section of the cable to the turnbuckle post, keeping Greyson suspended on the steps while still wobbling on his knees. Issac's face darkens, and he spins around and moves towards one of the announce tables, climbing atop it and doing an about face so that he's looking in the direction of Blade. Issac then LEAPS, soaring through the air and clipping Greyson right across the neck with a huge flying clothesline, causing the camera cable to snap and release Blade, who falls head first against the thin mats outside the ring.

Alan Ducard: What height! Issac just leapt through the skies and damn near beheaded The Outlaw, talk about a dynamic clothesline.

Bryan Harris: Issac realizes the implications this match could have on his career too, Ducard. He's bringing his A-Game tonight, just as Greyson should.

Issac continues after his sworn enemy, snapping his hands down onto his shoulders and rudely pulling him to a vertical base. From there, Issac just shoves Greyson into the steel ring post, backs up, gets up a full head of steam and runs forward, going for a clothesline. Blade dives out of the way though, side stepping and causing Issac to blast arm first into steel. Greyson moves in, throwing out a straight heart punch into Issac's chest, before irish whipping him into the security railing with blinding intensity. Issac hits shoulder first, grabbing his arm and crying out in pain. Blade kips forward and drives a stiff punt into Issac's sternum, then his attention turns to the ring steps. The Outlaw moves over to these, kicking off the smaller portion and moving the larger bottom steps closer to Issac's position on the outside. Greyson yanks Issac back up, pulling him into a head scissors, and after a brief pause, he sits straight down, piledriving the crazed albino's head into the steel steps.

Alan Ducard: SICK. I heard a crunch at the very moment of impact, and it turned my stomach boys, I must admit.

Jimmy Yates: Blade is back in the driver's seat, and he's taking Issac down a painful road.

Issac just sort of crumples to the side, his body like a sack of meat, a few droplets of blood starting to drip down from a laceration along his eyebrow. Greyson sits on the steps for a moment, looking down at his adversary, before inhaling deeply and grabbing him by the back of the neck, pulling him to his feet. Greyson goes for a second headscissors, but Issac retaliates with a meat hooking lowblow. Blade's face explodes with agony, his eyes bulging. Issac manages to fire back up, taking Blade by the arm and pulling his weight up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Entragian walks over to one of the steel ring posts, then in a stunning and grisly display, he performs a picture perfect F5, whipping Greyson's body directly into the side of the steel ring post. Blade hits hard, and the rebound sends him flying down to the thin mats with authority.

Bryan Harris: WHOOOOO boy. Now that's what I'm talking about! The Outlaw just got snapped into that ring post like a beaten mule. Wonder how those ribs are feeling right about now?

Jimmy Yates: I'm going to assume they aren't feeling so great, Bryan. Blade seems to be trying to get his arms up and protect his upper chest whenever he can, so it's obvious that something doesn't feel right to him in there.

Entragian appears totally satisfied with himself, pulling Greyson up by the back of his tights and dumping him into the ring under the bottom rope. Issac then checks under the apron again, throwing a variety of weapons into the ring. These include a few kendo sticks, a trashcan, a steel chair, and even Blade's own trademark sledgehammer.

Issac then slithers under the bottom rope himself, moving like a serpent and using the ropes to pull himself up to a prone position. Blade is stirring, even climbing up to his feet, but Issac has taken hold of the trash can and he slams it over Greyson's head, trapping his upper body inside. Greyson takes a few blind steps forward, and Issac reaches down to grab the steel chair, raising it high above his head and CRACKING it down on top of the trash can, at the very spot where Blade's head is beneath the thin aluminum. Greyson just kips over to the side, becoming dislodged from the trashcan, however once he emerges we can see that Blade has been busted open, and blood has begun to seep out ever so slowly from a cut on his forehead. Issac sees this, and moves in swiftly, slamming a straight fist into the wound, his knuckles becoming saturated with blood. Once again, Blade crumples down the mat, as though all the strength has gone out of his legs.

Alan Ducard: And now Blade is sporting the crimson mask, that takes a large toll on any man, it becomes so much harder to compete at the top of your game when your life's blood is leaking from a wound on your head.

Jimmy Yates: Definitely doesn't help matters, Alan. And knowing Issac, he will not pass up a chance to exploit that wound.

Issac goes back on the attack, pulling Greyson up and lifting him up onto a shoulder, Entragian moves towards one of the turnbuckle posts, looking to drop Blade with snake eyes. Issac pauses near the turnbuckle, snapping out one hand and ripping the padding from it, exposing the unforgiving steel. This gives Greyson enough time to wiggle out from Issac's grasp, and he pushes Entragian square in the back, causing Issac's own head to bounce off the steel. Blade then lowers himself and shotguns a shoulder into Issac's lower back, before catching him around the waist and falling backwards with a release german suplex. The force of the throw is so great that Issac flips over mid-air, landing face first on the canvas. Despite the blood dripping down his face, Greyson soldiers on, grabbing up two kendo and waiting for Issac to get to his knees, before CRUSHING them simultaneously into Issac's skull from both sides.

Jimmy Yates: And the wind of change is blowing once more, now it's The Outlaw who has taken the lead, and yet again he's back to that unconquerable domination that so many opponents have fell victim to.

Bryan Harris: But how long can he keep that pace up? He's bleeding like a stuck pig, and still favoring those ribs. I know for a fact those ribs can't be 100 %, especially after the damage he sustained to them during that cell match recently.

Alan Ducard: Regardless of the pain he's obviously in, Blade is doing what he does best, and that's kicking some serious a**, as you Americans would say.

Blade tosses the splintered remains of the kendo sticks to the outside, then goes over to Issac scoops him up off the mat. Blade muscles him up into the atomic drop position, before stepping forward and crotching Issac right across the top rope. Issac's face draws down into a horrible expression, his mouth falling agape. With Issac still balanced groin first on the ropes, Blade goes over to the dented remains of the trash can, picking it up, then hitting the ropes and getting a running start towards Issac, bashing it right into the side of Entragian's body. Issac lists over to the side as though he's going to fall towards the floor, but Greyson grabs him by the back of his head, and grinds his unmentionables right across the rope all the way to one of the turnbuckles. Once there, Blade snaps Issac's head back by the hair, and hammers his head into the turnbuckle pole. Entragian's body falls from the ropes and into the ring, a near lifeless corpse.

Bryan Harris: Scrubbed the man's twig and berries right across that rope, I've never seen such shameless tenacity.

Jimmy Yates: Blade is doing WHATEVER it takes. He has to reach new personal lows to be able to contend with Issac on this scale.

And now Greyson's eyes have fallen upon the sledgehammer laying on the canvas, and a cold glint awakens in his gaze. Blade steps forward, picking up his weapon of choice, then holding the back of the handle with his left hand, he wraps a fist around the head of the hammer, and bends his knees, stalking behind Issac while the fans put forth a huge ovation, wanting Greyson to knock Issac's head all the way into seventh row. Issac tries to stand, but falls back to one knee, giving Greyson the opportunity to move in. He judges the distance, then SMACKS the steel-holding fist into Issac's skull, knocking him right back down. Blade doesn't stop, instead placing both hands on the handle of the sledge, with the head of the hammer facing downward. He steps over Issac, then looks to the right and left, feeding off the crowd, before jabbing the hammer down in an impaling motion, crushing the steel right into Issac's gut. Issac reacts violently, nearly convulsing and drawing his seven foot frame up into a fetal position.

Bryan Harris: That was too much! Blade went too damn far! Issac could be torn apart internally after that blow, who knows what kind of damage has been done.

Jimmy Yates: It was hard to watch, the sheer brutality of that, but both men realize that this is the level you must compete at to be successful in a No Limits environment. You have to expect that you're going to take added damage that you wouldn't normally sustain in a regular match.

Alan Ducard: It comes with the territory, but I must say, even I felt that one.

Blade tosses the sledge to the side, then drops down and begins to snap off MMA style knees directed right into Issac's injured stomach. Blade then hops over Issac, getting down beside him and using those powerful legs to grapevine around Issac's midsection. Entragian groans, his face a mask of pain, with Greyson using his left hand to push against the canvas for added pressure, and using the right to occasionally send a straight jab into the back of Issac's head. The official drops down and gets up into Issac's face, asking if he wants to give it up. Entragian growls out the word “No”, then smacks his own head down against the canvas, trying to will himself back into the fight. Greyson pulls his legs tighter across Issac's torso, squeezing the very life from him. Issac tries to pull himself towards the ropes, but Greyson's weight proves too much in his weakened state, so Issac begins throwing desperation elbow shots right into Greyson's mush. After a trifecta of these, Blade breaks the hold, his hand going up to nurse his nose, which took a particularly hard elbow strike and began to drip with a small amount of blood.

Alan Ducard: Smart move on The Outlaw's part, keeping Issac grounded and working over that gut, but Issac's sheer will to survive was not to be denied.

Bryan Harris: What impresses me most about Entragian is his endurance. At times it seems the man is super human, he's able to sustain so much pain and keep himself in the game despite that.

Even though Issac had enough resolve to break the submission, he stays on the mat, his midsection cradled in both hands. Blade staggers backwards, his back hitting the turnbuckle, causing him to turn around, and much to the surprise of the crowd, he ascends all the way to the top rope, perching there and pausing to gain his balance. After becoming stable, Blade dives forward, planting an elbow right into Issac's exposed chest. Blade lands right next to Issac, his energy nearly spent from such a high impact move. Blade has enough ring presence to drape an arm over Entragian, and the official drops in to administer the count.

ONE

TWO.

THRE-NOOOOOOOO!

Issac throws a shoulder up, and Blade rolls away from him, breathing heavily. The fans rain down on the squared circle with boos, having thought that Blade had it at that point.

Bryan Harris: Obviously, Issac still has fight left in him. How either of these guys can have fight left in them, I sure as hell don't know.

Jimmy Yates: Simple answer, Bryan. Both these men have heart. Granted, Issac's heart is black, but it's still as strong as Blade's own. That is what has made them such a perfect match for each other, like salt to the other's pepper, they both know what it takes to grind out an epic battle.

Alan Ducard: And another reason being, this is the last match these two plan on having for the No Limits Championship. This is do or die. There are no second or third chances after this. It's the conclusion of a war, and neither man wants to lose when so much is riding on it.

Issac has managed to drag himself over to one of the turnbuckles, and using his arms he's pulled himself into a sitting position. Blade has done the same thing at one of the opposite turnbuckles, and at that moment, their eyes meet. Blade's face hardens, becoming determined. Issac's features contort as though a furnace full of coal is burning behind his eyes. At the same time, both men reach up and grab the top rope, pulling themselves to vertical bases. They stand across the ring from one another for a moment, as the crowd pours down their respect for such a high quality performance. After this tense staredown, both men just rush forward, slamming into each other full force and exchanging fists. Greyson with a right. Issac with a right. Greyson with a right. Issac with a right. Neither man will give. Greyson hits a spinning elbow. Issac staggers back a step, then staggers right back into the mix with a massive uppercut that clips Greyson right on the edge of the jawline. Blade with a headbutt, snapping it into the bridge of Issac's nose. Issac with a polish hammer, blasting his entwined fists across Blade's cheek. Blade's head snaps back, but he recovers and drives a kick into Issac's stomach. Issac reels, hitting the ropes, only to fire back with a big boot that hits Greyson flush in the face. Instead of falling back, Greyson's body pitches forward, right into Issac's open arms.

Alan Ducard: By God! Look at the back and forth, it just won't stop. Punch for punch. Kick for kick. It's like watching a duel from days long since past.

Bryan Harris: Imagine two men, both with the same strength, the same drive, the same ability, just fighting it out. The only difference between them is one is good, and the other evil. That's what we're witnessing right now. The age old battle of good vs evil.

Issac wraps both hands around Greyson's face, holding it before his own. He slams his face forward against Greyson's own, roaring at him, a fine spray of spittle blasting out of his mouth.

Issac Entragian: I HAAAAAAAATEEE YOU!

Issac's entire body is tensed up, as though every emotion he's felt over these past few weeks just got poured into that one statement. Greyson responds as though a switch just got turned on in his head, pushing backwards and beginning to slash out with multiple knife-edge chops aimed into the bare chest of Entragian. Issac lunges forward and goes for a throat thrust, but Greyson ducks under it, and manages to get Issac up into a gorillia press using his mistimed lunge. Blade struggles to contend with the weight, his knees shaking, but then Greyson lets out a piercing war cry and drops Issac onto his shoulders, falling back with a samoan drop and planting Issac's sweaty mass straight into the mat.

Bryan Harris: Uhoh. That's not a good sign.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw Drop usually means one thing will follow, that being....KILLSHOT.

Alan Ducard: Blade's been taking it to a whole other level here tonight, and although I'm not psychic, I fully believe we are about to witness a spear that will cut that heartless monster in HALF.

Issac lies in a heap, unmoving, his hair laying wild and untamed across the canvas. Blade struggles up to his feet, one arm going to brace his aching ribs. He takes a few shaky steps backwards, pumping a fist towards the heavens, the crowd realizing that Blade wants to end this, once and for all. Instead of going all the way to the corner, Blade stays a few feet away from Issac, waiting for him to rise. As if on cue, the monster sits up in the center of the ring, his teeth bared in a hideous snarl. Issac gets up, unwilling to die, but as the monster turns around he is BLASTED in the midsection with a bone-crunching spear. Issac folds like an accordion, his body smashing into the canvas violently as Blade follows him right down, his shoulder still firmly planted in the gut of the beast. Greyson doesn't skip a beat, locking up one of Issac's big legs and pulling backwards with a pinfall attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOO!

The ref stops the count immediately, taking notice of the fact that Issac has placed his foot on the bottom rope, breaking the pinfall. Greyson's eyes go wide, his mouth falling open, he seems at a loss for words or action. After a fateful pause, Greyson grabs Issac's heavy body and drags him to the center of the ring, dropping down and going for a second pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOOO!

Issac has apparently had enough time to recover, kicking out the second before the ref's hand signifies a three count, and the monster is still alive. Greyson rolls off of him, shaking his head in disbelief.

Alan Ducard: WHAT??? WHAT???? Issac is STILL not done? After that?

Jimmy Yates: I've never seen anyone kick out of a Killshot, even after he got the foot on the rope, despite that, this is UNHEARD OF.

Bryan Harris: ISSAC IS A BEAST! HE WILL NOT DIE!

Amazingly, Issac sits up AGAIN, sweat running down his face like rain. He grunts against the pain, and pushes up to a vertical base slowly, holding a hand against his gut. Blade wastes no time, meeting Issac as he rises and forcefully pulling his head down between his legs. Blade grips Issac around the midsection and yanks him upwards in the position for a powerbomb, but just as Issac reaches the very top of Blade's shoulders, the monster lashes out with one pale hand and locks it around Blade's throat. Greyson gasps, shocked at this turn of events, so surprised in fact that he doesn't complete the powerbomb, instead staggering back a few steps as Issac now chokes him with one hand and slams desperation fists into his head with the other. Finally realizing his dilemma, Greyson gathers his strength and BOMBS Issac back first into the canvas, causing him to release that choke.

Alan Ducard: I think every single one of the fans in attendance tonight felt that powerbomb, just as stiff as can be. But Issac fought all the way down, I'll give him that.

Bryan Harris: And look now, Issac is managing to get his legs under him again, and Blade's set his sights on the sledgehammer he loves SO much.

Greyson has taken up his sledge onces more, and as a broken, beaten Issac somehow begins to struggle to his feet using one of the turnbuckles, Blade darts forward, looking to knock his lights out. Issac snaps his head back, avoiding the blow at the last moment, and uses Blade's own momentum to power him up onto his shoulders. Entragian moves towards the center of the ring, screaming in the primal yearning of the moment, before dropping down to a knee and crushing Greyson's midsection into his other knee with a wicked gutbuster.

Bryan Harris: THE DISEMBOWELER! Stick a fork in that Outlaw, he is tender as hell, and done for GOOD.

Alan Ducard: This has got to be the end. Greyson fought valiantly, but it looks like we're going to have a new champion...

Issac begins to chuckle as he drops down, pulling Greyson's forearm back behind his head and making the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The arena BOOMS with cheering, several of them standing up and throwing their arms up in a shameless display of jubilation.

Bryan Harris: WHAT THE F***?

Jimmy Yates: Bryan watch your language! The censors are gonna have you for dinner once this night is over.

Alan Ducard: I cannot believe my own eyes. Did Blade just KICK OUT of The Disemboweler? I..I..I'm at a lost for words!

Entragian shakes his head back and forth in bewilderment, he screams up into the ref's face over and over again, the phrases “I had him!” and “NOOOOOO!” being the two he uses the most. Issac drops to his knees beside Blade's carcass, driving his clawed hands into his hair and pulling out a few white strands in utter frustration. After this little loss of control, Issac yanks Greyson rudely to his feet, mouthing the word “Again.”

Issac pulls Greyson up into the fireman's carry position once more, but Blade slips down the back and locks in a rear naked choke. With the blood pouring down his face at this point, Greyson's look of determination has NOT waned. His tree trunk arms stiffen around Issac's throat, trying to put him to sleep the same way he did at Glimmer of Hope. Issac flounders forward towards the center of the ring, trying to shake Greyson off, but his attempts are in vain, The Outlaw is locked on like a pit bull. Issac's face takes on a slack expression, and finally, he drops to one knee. Greyson takes advantage, grapevining his legs around Issac's torso for added pressure. The official moves in, grabbing Issac's arm and lifting it once. It drops, unmoving to his side. The ref drops down close and gets up into Issac's face, and at that moment exactly, Issac seems to fire up. His teeth gnash, his entire body shaking with intensity. The big man powers up to his feet with Greyson still locked on, and then puts himself into reverse, running straight into the turnbuckle that he removed the padding from earlier in the match. Blade's back smacks right into it, and Blade literally screams in pain, but he does NOT release the hold. Issac takes another step forward, using every ounce of his strength to pull Greyson around by the hips, and once in prime position, he drops him with a sidewalk slam, straight onto the steel chair that was left in the ring. Finally, Greyson's grip breaks, as though a chain finally letting loose.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw sought to choke Issac out just like he did during their cell match, but it appears that Issac learned from that mistake.

Bryan Harris: Blade's in a bad place right now. First the back slammed into that steel turnbuckle, and then it met the steel chair. In the meeting of steel and flesh, flesh is never the victor.

Issac crawls backwards using his elbows after the sidewalk slam, reaching out with one pale hand and snatching up his iron cudgel. Greyson sees this, and despite the tremendous damage done to his back and ribs, he fights his way up too, bringing up the steel chair with him. Issac gets down into a runner's stance, and goes for a mad dash, just as Blade brings down the chair towards his head. Issac steps back though, directing “The Slayer” straight down against Greyson's wrist, causing him to drop the chair. As Blade's good hand goes down to cradle his wrist to his belly, Issac whips “The Slayer” in a windmill motion, hitting a straight clipping uppercut on the bottom of Blade's chin, the head of the iron club smacking right against the bone. Greyson's head snaps back, a jet of blood goes flying from his mouth, and it appears as though he's knocked out then and there. He falls backwards, putting out no limb to break his fall, it appears as though gravity has complete control over his body.

Alan Ducard: Jesus Christ, someone call the EMTS. Greyson Blade could be suffering from a broken jaw right now.

Bryan Harris: Did you see that blood go squirting out? He might of bit off a piece of his own tongue!

Issac drops “The Slayer” and allows it to roll out of the ring. He staggers over to Greyson's motionless body, barely able to move himself. Using everything he has left, every reserve he's kept in his tank, Issac pulls Greyson up onto one shoulder for a canadian backbreaker. Entragian yanks down once, hopping up a little off the mat, putting as much torque as possible into Blade's wounded back. In that moment, as Issac looks out at the crowd, with Greyson's KO'd body on his shoulder, he thinks of every encounter where Greyson beat him. Every time Blade humiliated him, and this gives him added motivation to put the final nail into The Outlaw's coffin. With Blade still in tow, Issac leaps straight up into the air, coming down SQUARE on both knees, hitting his canadian backbreaker, the whiplash effect causing Blade to flip off his shoulder and smack face first into the canvas.

Bryan Harris: SPINAL DOOM! SPINAL DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Alan Ducard: Issac got all of that. Every BIT of it.

Entragian leans down after hitting his finisher, grabbing Greyson by the shoulder and turning him over. Issac plants both palms directly onto Greyson's chest, baring his cannibalistic teeth as the official begins the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell rings, signifying the end of the match.

Josephina Colbert: HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND NEWWWWWWWWWW NO LIMITS CHAMPION...... THE IVORY TERROR... ISSAC... ENTRAGIAN!!!

Alan Ducard: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! Entragian did it! He conquered a true legend in this business. I think it's safe to say he's reached a new level in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: Absolutely. This is a pinnacle in Issac's career. Once more, the monster has attained No Limits gold.

Bryan Harris: Like I told you boys, this was a DIFFERENT Entragian. Blade forced Issac to make a transformation into even more of a cold-blooded killer than he already was, and now you see the condition Blade is in, lying in a pool of blood in that ring.

The Ivory Terror pushes up to his feet, and despite the severe pain he's in, a triumphant smile still dawns on his face. Blue Oyster Cult's “Don't Fear The Reaper” washes over the arena, and Elizabeth Gaunt comes running across the elevated walkway from the back, her face beaming. The crowd has begun to cheer and put forth a tremendous ovation, not so much for Entragian's victory, but for the performance both of these men strung together here tonight. Liz finally reaches the ring, rushing into Entragian's open arms and hugging him tightly.

Entragian walks over to the ref, extending his pale hands so that the No Limits Championship can be given to him. Once the gold is in his possession, Issac swings it skyward by one strap, his defiant gaze scanning the crowd. Elizabeth has taken up her side next to him, and Issac grips her around the waist. The albino demon falls down to his knees, throwing back his head and laughing silently, he's eyes full of devilish glee. He lets Elizabeth take hold of the belt, and moving very gracefully, she kneels down behind him and snaps it around his waist. After a moment to absorb the accomplishment he's just garnered, Issac rises and moves towards Greyson as he lies on the mat.

The crowd becomes wary, unsure of what Issac's intentions will be. However, Issac just stops near Blade, nodding his head twice in recognition, a sign of respect for his hated rival. He turns his attention back to Liz, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her forward for a passionate kiss. As Issac breaks the kiss, his gaze falls back to Greyson, his eyes narrowing, the edge of a smirk prevalent on his face. The deranged couple then begin moving towards the ropes, stepping out of the ring and making their way up the walkway. Issac has both hands planted along his waist against the championship belt, walking backwards while soaking up a loud negative response now that the fans are done showing their respect for the match itself.