9. 10 . 2008
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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 Flash of various bodies in various positions inside a Legacy ring. Crumpled. Bloodied. Exhausted. In pain. "Feel infected like we've got gangrene The Diabolik standing in a "V" with Crash at the head. Flash
to a shot of X-Calibur standing, holding the Legacy World Championship. Justin Moreno running full speed towards the ring. Crazy Boy hangs out backstage talking with Greyson Blade. "In the middle of a sea full of faces Flash bulbs go off in the ring as we spin to show the crowd standing, roaring their approval. "Some laugh" "some salivate" A close up of Issac with Greyson Blade's blood dripping down his chin. "Whats in your alleyway Domination battling El Chupacabra in the parking garage. "Its not equal The Entourage shows up at Destined for Greatness, destroying Justin Moreno. "Were different people Flash from John Thomas to Mirage to Adam Davis. "We aint never scared Damien Black, Chris Turner and Laura talk strategy. Domination carrying their tag titles to the ring. "Make a new street Mirage speaking with Lucien Gray. "Say can you see by the dawns early light Loco Martinez steps out into a gold spotlight. "Songs words werent right X-Calibur nails Crash with the X-Terminator. Him hoisting the World title for the masses to see. "The few stay stunning" Hannah Perez looking gorgeous with El Chupacabra flanking them. "while the many are handsome" "Your soul is alive but they want it for ransom" Jake Dominion revealing a Diabolik t-shirt under his referee's shirt. "The base drumming is the anthem We 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" Adam Davis leaping off the top rope and grabbing hold of the "Ultimate X" rope. Jump ahead to him falling to the mat clutching the Tao of Valor championship. "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 Ben Murdock climbing the ladder, reaching for the Tag Titles. "Rise together Stephen Rawlings leaps up onto an opponent's shoulders. Nails a hurricanrana "Rise together Eli Storm hoists Crazy Boy up and nails a violent powerbomb onto the entrance ramp at Destined for Greatness, and then that morphs into Crazy Boy hitting Eli Storm with the Crazy Slam onto a ladder from the same match. "Rise together" "We rise together"
The show opens on a shot of Alan Ducard, Bryan Harris and Jimmy Yates sitting behind a table in their broadcast studio. Behind them are the typical flatscreen plasma televisions, each of the three with the LEGACY logo on it, but draped in strategic spots to the sides of each of those three monitors are burgundy colored curtains, drawn together with goldeny-yellow ropes. Alan Ducard: Good evening everyone and welcome to tonight's broadcast of STRIFE 41. I'm your host for the evening, Alan Ducard, alongside my fellow co-hosts Jimmy Yates and Bryan Harris. Jimmy Yates: Tonight we're coming to you from the Pacific Northwest, Vancouver to be exact, and I have to say that this is my first time to British Columbia, and it is a beautiful place. Bryan Harris: Shameless attempt at trying to endear yourself to the Canadian fans, Jimbo, but nevertheless, the show needs to keep rolling along. On tonight's lineup are six matches... two of which are going to be fought under No Limits "relaxed" rules, one of the other matches is a tag match, another is a first-time singles match between two veterans... we've got a debut match... and also the Tao of Valor Championship will be on the line. Alan Ducard: As you may or may not have noticed, we're doing things a bit different now than before. In the past, we've conducted this portion of our program AFTER the event has taken place, so we already knew what had occurred in the matches we were lining up for you. Presently we're recording the introductions for each of the matches a few hours prior to the event taking place. I could get into all the reasons behind the change, but the end result is that when you hear us talk about a match, we won't be trying to dance around and do our best to not tell you what happened, because simply put, we won't know yet. Jimmy Yates: Our next event is a SuperCard with all the championships on the line, so you can expect that tonight's event is going to go a long way to setting up each of the title matches you will see in a couple weeks time. Bryan Harris: Enough talk, fellas, let's get down to the show.
The audience stands on their feet for the opening moments of STRIFE’s telecast as the lights are promptly doused and the arena fills with an unexpected darkness. Alan Ducard: Welcome to STRIFE ladies and gentlemen, and what an inauspicious start we have right now! Bryan Harris: I’ll say. Looks like Papa Belote forgot to pay the electric bill again!! Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t be so sure of that Bryan! For several moments, all that is visible are the scattered iridescence of cell phones, glow sticks, and glow in the dark body paint that many people slapped on themselves in an erroneous attempt at being cool. The crowd continues roaring to this sudden occurrence when out of nowhere LEGACY’s Jumbo Vision lights up to a pure white background. And then, a singular “X” emboldened in black appears in the middle of the giant screen. BOW DOWN, BITCHES... ... THE LEGEND... HAS ARRIVED!!! Alan Ducard: Blimey!! And here comes our NEW World Champion!!! Hearing this come across the giant speakers efficiently set up through out the arena, the fans immediately begin freaking out. Totally losing themselves to the moment, the opening guitar riffs and hammering drums of “Harvester of Sorrow” begin pulsating through the Pacific Coliseum, sending the capacity crowd into a frenzy. Bryan Harris: Great. Here comes X-Calibur, ready to gloat his ass off. Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t be so sure of that, Bry-Bry. After the way Destined For Greatness 2008 ended, it’s anybody’s guess as to what the LEGACY World Champion is going to be like tonight. Alan Ducard: I couldn’t agree with you more, James. Suddenly, the home audience is privy to something peculiar as the broadcast relaying across their television screens suddenly has a large, bloody, crimson-red “X” tattoo itself front and center. The edges are worn off, almost rustic looking, and the shape pulsates like a calm, beating heart. Meanwhile, as everyone’s eyes within the arena itself remain glued to the stage entrance area, James Hetfield’s half-lurid, fully-melodious voice cuts through the air like a warm, jagged fileting knife through a fresh piece of tuna. “My life suffocates.. ... the white background on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision morphs into black and the emboldened “X” seen across everybody’s television sets at home gradually appears, pulsating as calmly and steadily as the one beating across the broadcast. “I give.. Suddenly, abrupt flashes of white noise overtake the taped broadcast. Flashes of distorted footage is seen ever-so briefly. “Anger.. It was... faces. Familiar faces hitting the canvas with thunderous force from two rough looking hands guiding them down gracefully with an X-Terminator. “Harvester of sorrow.. Moreno. Rawlings. Thomas. Dominion. Sydal. Crash. Faces of LEGACY competitors. And soon, additional faces joined the provocative abstraction. Faces from the past in various other organizations such as SHOOT project and the NYSWF. Sometimes the impact was flush and generous. Other times? They weren’t as forgiving as they rained down upon objects such as ladders and tables and chairs and the edges of steel steps. Alan Ducard: Bloody hell... are you seeing what I’m seeing, lads? Jimmy Yates: Yeah. I’m looking at the monitor in front of Bryan here and... well... I’m not really sure what to make of it. Bryan Harris: That makes two of us, Jimbo. Tiny specks of blood were briefly seen within these flashes until a lone shadow stood behind them in the darkness of the arena. The glow of camera phones bounced off of this figure with great visual resonance, unintentionally revealing it to be none other than X-Calibur. He was standing with a shape slung across his shoulder that briefly glinted with the flashes encompassing him. Then, raising his arm into the air with this object... ...the flashes and images across the broadcast disappeared and a giant red and gold spout of fireworks reached for the heavens while traveling down the sides of the elevated ramp way before culminating into a brilliant EXPLOSION inside of the ring, sending the crowd into an absolute deafening roar! Alan Ducard: WOW!!!!! Jimmy Yates: Bonus?! You get a bonus?! For what... being an insufferable a-hole?! The sheer abundance of people yelling and screaming for their new World Champion was mesmerizing. Yet X-Calibur stood there, with the championship belt raised high in the air. Alan Ducard: Drink it in, folks. Drink it in.. Jimmy Yates: I’m going to do just that. Ever since Crash and the Diabolik robbed Loco of the gold all those months ago, I’ve been waiting for somebody to rip it right out of Crash’s hands. And, as you folks may have guessed, X-Calibur did just that at Destined For Greatness. In dramatic effect, X-Calibur slung the championship belt across his shoulder again and began walking down the elevated ramp. Wearing the same wrestling attire he wore at Destined For Greatness, complete with the stains of his own blood smeared into the fabric of the wrestling pants, X-Calibur looked around with a look of genuine emotion pasted to his face. Almost reluctantly, he bumped fists with some of the outstretching hands. Looking straight ahead into the ring, X-Calibur stepped between the ropes and entered the ring, stopping as soon as he made his way to the center of it. Bryan Harris: Why does X-Calibur look a little... morose? Alan Ducard: I don’t know, Bryan. It’s puzzling. Jimmy Yates: Well he can’t be unhappy about much... he just won the world title at the PPV! Afer standing there for several moments, he looked up at the audience with unrepentant, nearly disdainful eyes. Soon, the music faded out and the crowd grew even louder amidst its silencing. Pointing over to the time keeper’s direction, but not leaving his spot in the middle of the ring, X-Calibur motioned for a microphone. Josephina Colbert was the one to bring it to him though, bringing her sexy curves through a shower of whistles en route to X-Calibur’s position in the ring. Outstretching his hand, Josephina places it in his hand before retreating back to the ringside area near the announce table. Raising the microphone to his lips, the fans quieted down momentarily.. X-Calibur: I... I... Before he can even say anything, his words are cut off by the capacity crowd. Crowd: “X-CAL! X-CAL! X-CAL!” Shaking his head, almost perplexed that he received such a reciting chant, X-Calibur pulled the microphone away from his mouth and held his arms at his hips, the leather strap dangling halfway down his upper body across his broad shoulder. Looking around, X-Calibur brought the microphone up to his lips again and looked directly into the camera. X-Calibur: I... don’t understand. Why... why now? Hm? Why the sudden... change of heart? The fans look around in confusion, as X-Calibur stares a hole through the camera lens. X-Calibur: You know what? X-Calibur: You know... WHAT?! Almost nose to nose with the lens, X-Calibur yells. X-Calibur: THIS IS BULLSH*T!!! Alan Ducard: What?! Jimmy Yates: That’s what he said after he won the title... what the heck is going on here?! X-Calibur throws his microphone down onto the mat and steps between the ropes. Standing side by side with the cameraman, X-Calibur hops down off the apron and pulls the cameraman down with him. Grabbing him by his collar, X-Calibur physically drags the cameraman over towards the announce table, right in front of the announce booth. Bryan Harris: What is this, X?! Alan Ducard: Blimey, X! Let him go! Jimmy Yates: Hey man... c’mon.. X-Calibur removes the championship belt from his shoulder and lays it down across the edge of the announce table so that the big golden faceplate is facing the wrestling ring. Ripping the camera out of the cameraman’s hands, X shoves him back a few feet before holding the camera himself over his broad shoulder. Aiming the focus down onto the championship belt, X-Calibur holds it there for several moments. Alan Ducard: What in the bloody hell are you doing?! Bryan Harris: Leave him go, Alan. Jimmy Yates: Eryk, man... hey. You want to talk to someone? What’s going on? Up on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron, the view of the championship belt from the camera X-Calibur is holding is visible to all. Its intricate design shimmers brightly, almost creating a white-out effect with the camera at certain angles. On the name plate is the name “X-Calibur”, and despite his erratic behavior, everyone cheers him on upon seeing this. Dropping the camera down onto the thin matting of the ringside area, X-Calibur looks down at the championship belt. Looking at it long and hard, he backs away from it slowly... and starts heading towards the steps to the elevated ramp with a smirk on his face. “Harvester of Sorrow” begins blaring again and X-Calibur looks up on the Jumbo Vision to see the obscure view of the camera he dropped pointing beneath the announce table. Shaking his head, X-Calibur disappears into the back, leaving the capacity crowd wondering what exactly is going on. Alan Ducard: Where is he going?! Bryan Harris: I think he’s lost it! He just left the title here on our announce table!! Jimmy Yates: Wow... I really don’t know what to make of this. I wish I had more to say but, I really don’t. Alan Ducard: Me too, James. I’m literally at a loss of words here. Bryan Harris: Maybe he’s forfeiting the title? You know... he DID randomly show up at a SHOOT project event over the weekend with the title in his possession.. Jimmy Yates: You don’t think... he’s leaving LEGACY? Bryan Harris: Probably not, but... just food for thought is all. Whatever his intentions may be, they can't be all that noble.. Alan Ducard: I guess we'll have to wait and see, ladies and gentlemen. With Harvester of Sorrow still playing loudly and the fans still cheering on in a sort of enigmatical excitement, the camera eventually cuts to the back.
Alan Ducard: The opening match on tonight’s show is the only championship contest on the card, as Adam Davis is set to defend the Tao of Valor Championship against “The Ladies Man” Tim Jones. Jimmy Yates: The Iceman came out of that incredible Ultimate X Match with the first gold belt of his LEGACY tenure, and you have to wonder what effect that match is going to have on his ability to hold on to it through his first defense. Bryan Harris: I don’t see any reason why Adam Davis can’t get a simple victory over Tim Jones – a guy who shouldn’t even be in this match in the first place. Alan Ducard: Some of the newer LEGACY fans might not realize why Tim Jones is getting this opportunity, but he was quite the competitor back before his knee injury sidelined him ever since a year ago. Jimmy Yates: You can tell by hearing the reaction some people are giving him that he hasn’t been completely forgotten. As a matter of fact, it sounds like he still has a pretty good fanbase! Bryan Harris: Well since we now film these little introductions prior to the event, we have no idea what’s going to happen in that match until it gets here, but since you – the fans – don’t have to wait, let’s get you all to the footage to see what The Iceman does against The Ladies Man. Start of Match Footage As Adam Davis holds Tim Jones up in the air with an argentine back-breaker, The Ladies man screams out in agony. He tries to pry Davis’ hands loose but the Iceman continues to lock in the “torture rack”, stomping down on the canvas, ripping Jones’ back muscles to shreds. Alan Ducard: He may give it up here! Jimmy Yates: That torture rack is locked in tightly. I don’t see any way The Ladies Man is getting out of this one.. Finally, after several moments of not giving up, Davis decides to pivot to the left and swing Jones’ body out. Catching Jones’ head on the swing outwards, Davis then drops to the canvas with an inverted neckbreaker landing flush against the mat. Immediately rolling over, Davis hooks a leg for the count as Leonard Nolan slides into position, checking Jones’ shoulders to see if he’s being pinned.. One!! Two!! Jones kicks out!! Bryan Harris: Davis doesn’t look surprised in the least. Alan Ducard: Tim Jones is a tough competitor, and despite not winning the “Show Me Something Showcase”, he showed everyone on the Pre-Show to Destined For Greatness that he is a competitor to be watched here in LEGACY. Jimmy Yates: Davis following up nicely here.. Alan Ducard: Davis has been working that back and leg this entire match. One’s gotta wonder how much more Jones will be able to take. He was seen limping around before he even came out in this match so one’s got to wonder if he was at a disadvantage from the get go. Bryan Harris: Stop using excuses, Al. Tim Jones was fine before this match began... Adam Davis is just a purebred killer in that ring. Systematically destroying Jones’ knee and back like a true professional. With Jones holding his back, Davis uses this opportunity to grab Jones’ leg and yank on it violently. Three, four times he does this, and Jones screams out in agony. Pushing upwards until Jones is almost completely upside down, Davis then flips forward, ripping Jones’ leg forward, smashing his knee against Jones’ own face and straining the tendons. Alan Ducard: That was brutal! Davis is such a great technician.. Bryan Harris: This is why he’s the Tao of Valor Champion. In terms of being a wrestling technician, there’s not many other people on this roster that can touch him. Jimmy Yates: He’s going for the cover! Hooking a leg, Nolan is in position again.. One!! Jones kicks out, refusing to quit in the match. Jimmy Yates: Jones is refusing to stay down! If there’s one thing anybody should know about Tim Jones, it’s that he’s such a gutsy competitor. Bringing Jones to his feet, Davis is met with some elbows to the gut for his efforts. Allowing just enough space between them for Jones to go on the offensive, Jones nails a backhand chop to Davis’ chest, sending the crowd into one big collective “Woooo!”. He does this again, and the crowd answers. Again, and the crowd answers one more time before Jones nails a right hand across Davis’ forehead, sending him back towards the ropes. Bryan Harris: And suddenly everybody think he’s the Nature Boy! Alan Ducard: You know, “Nature Boy” Tim Jones doesn’t have a bad ring to it.. Jimmy Yates: Um.. Jones follows Davis in and grabs his arm. Using all of his strength, Jones whips Davis into the ropes. Davis attempts to change the tide with a clothesline, but Jones is savvy enough to duck this attempt and get out of harm’s way. Running into the ropes, Jones springs to the second rope. Springboarding off of them, Jones flies backwards right into the jaw of Adam Davis with an elbow extended. Davis goes down and Jones hooks a leg for good measure.. Jimmy Yates: This could be it!! One!! Two!! Davis kicks out!! Bryan Harris: Not a chance. It’s going to take a helluva lot
more than a flying back elbow to take the Tao of Valor title away from
Adam Davis. Bryan Harris: Following it up with an elbow drop, Jones rolls out of the way and quickly gets to his feet. Running over to the ropes, Jones once again hops to the second rope. Backflipping off of it, Jones lands an asai moonsault square in the center of Davis’ chest. Hooking the leg, Nolan is there again for the count.. One!! Two!! THR- NO!! Alan Ducard: Blimey... he almost had him!! Jones holds his knee in agony, having felt the twinge from leaping off of the middle rope with the moonsault. Trying to force himself to his feet, Jones signals something to the crowd. Jimmy Yates: He could be going for it right here! Bryan Harris: SNAFU?! Jimmy Yates: SNAFU. Jimmy Yates: SNAFU! Alan Ducard: God save the SNAFU!! Holding the ropes for some balance, Jones patiently waits for the Iceman to get to his feet. Davis finally does, and as Jones goes in for the kill, Davis side steps the attempt and KICKS Jones’ bum knee right out from underneath him. Jones crumples to the mat in agony, and Davis takes this moment to recollect himself. Jimmy Yates: Excellent counter by Davis there. He was more than aware of what Jones was going for, and he made him pay for it dearly. Bryan Harris: And now he’s got the bulls-eye. Stomping down hard on Jones’ knee a few times, Davis then grabs a hold of it for the elevated single-leg crab he’s famous for... but Jones senses it coming and grabs Davis’ head and arm, hooking up his legs for a small package! Nolan is momentarily distracted and sees if Jones’ leg is alright but then decides to hop down to the mat for the count.. Bryan Harris: What was that all about, REF?! One!! Two!! THR- NO!! Bryan Harris: That’s crap. Jones actually had that won there.. What is Nolan smoking? Frustrated by the insufficiency of Nolan’s count, Jones argues with him for a moment. Jimmy Yates: Apparently you’re not the only one who thought Nolan’s inaccuracy was crap. All of a sudden, as Nolan stands by his two-count, Jones shoves him back a few feet in frustration. Then, exiting the ring he storms in a fit of rage over to the time keeper’s table, grabbing an empty steel chair and folding it back up. Alan Ducard: Now wait just a minute! Jimmy Yates: Jones would be STUPID to use that right here... Sliding back into the ring, Davis looks at Jones as if he wants him to do it and without hesitation, Jones complies. Swinging madly, Jones nails the steel chair across Davis’ shoulder, which would’ve been his head had the Iceman not turned at the right instant in defense. Bryan Harris: That’s it. Ring the bell.. Jones just got himself disqualified! As Jones goes to nail him again with it, Davis simply pushes up from the mat and catches Jones in a fireman’s carry. Without warning, Davis turns the fireman’s carry into a neckbreaker, knocking Tim Jones unconscious. Adam Davis hooks a leg, but Nolan slaps him on the back to let him know that he was ending the match. Alan Ducard: Man, I really hate bollocks endings like this.. The bell sounds and referee Leonard Nolan instructs Josephina Colbert to make the announcement official. Jimmy Yates: You’re not the only one, Bry. But Tim Jones got impatient, and he totally lost control. If he expects to be Tao of Valor Champion one day, he’s going to need to learn to curb that temper of his.. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by Disqualification... and STILL Tao of Valor Champion...ADAM.... DAVIS!!! Bryan Harris: And there it is. Davis’ first title defense is marred with a disqualification. Looking at the ref’s decision with a completely bewildered face, Davis shakes his head in disgust. And then, taking his frustrations out on Jones, he starts kicking him in the leg repeatedly. Picking up the steel chair, Davis winds up high into the air before SLAMMING it down across Jones’ knee with thunderous force. Alan Ducard: GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!! Bryan Harris: You reap what you sow, Al. Jimmy Yates: As much as I think this is despicable, you’re somewhat right Bryan. Jones cries out, rolling around on the canvas until Davis drops the chair he was holding and grabs Jones’ leg. Turning him over, Davis drops his right knee down across Jones’ neck and pulls back on Jones’ bum leg. Wrenching as tightly and awkwardly as he can, Davis holds him in the elevated single leg crab, forcing Nolan to try and pry his hands apart from Jones’ leg. Alan Ducard: That’s enough! Get some help out here Leonard!! Davis finally lets go of Jones’ leg and stands over him. With Jones burying his face into the mat, holding his knee in agony, Davis is handed the Tao of valor Championship. At that exact moment, he “brushes” off his shoulder right over Jones, and steps over him on his way to exiting the ring.
Sitting on the hood of their rented Lincoln, both Diego de Cardenas y Hector Rodriguez have a bottle of Dos Equis in their hands. Hector Rodriguez: For real, though, I thought Landon Savage was cooler than this, man… Diego shrugs and takes a swig of his beer. Diego de Cardenas – The guy doesn’t want to get in trouble for letting us drink beer inside the arena, I’m not takin’ it personal. Besides, he IS the one who recommended that we sit here in the parking area and finish up before going to our locker room. In the background, we watch as T.Rex and Arch Angel walk up from off-screen, dufflebags in hand. The voices of El Chupacabra is echoing off the walls and ceiling of the parking garage area, and so it’s easy for the members of ANARCHY to hear the conversation, but in turn, neither Diego nor Hector notice them approaching. Hector: When Belote and Cartwright are at the SuperCard, we should talk to them, because it’s not like drinking some cerveza is going to make any difference on our matches. A huge grin on his face, Diego nods in agreement. Diego de Cardenas – The amount of beer we brought with us tonight… I could easily drink TWICE this much, be completely plastered for my match, and STILL I could beat Crazy Boy in a No Limits match. Letting out a chuckle, Hector follows up with a thought of his own. Hector Rodriguez: Especially with me and Hannah at ringside. I mean, it ain’t like Crazy Boy is gonna have anybody out there to catch his back. Diego holds out his beer bottle and the two “cheers” by clanking their bottles together slightly. Diego de Cardenas – That’s the beauty of it holmes!! You can see by the look on his face that Arch Angel doesn’t like what he just heard, and he nods his head, leading T.Rex into the building.
As we cut backstage, we spot Intern Avery George sitting on a production crate, talking to Katsuro Yoshida. The two of them are mid conversation. Avery George: It’s okay, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before you get a rematch against Frenchie and then you can take that belt home. Nobody backstage seems to think he’s actually got enough skills to hold on to that belt. Katsuro’s head dips slightly, as if he’s slightly ashamed about what he’s about to say. Katsuro Yoshida: As much as most people would probably like to believe that Msr. Baptiste is unskilled, I can attest to the exact opposite having been in the ring with him. Perhaps the next time I get in the ring with him, I can use what I learned in our first encounter to increase my odds to victory in the rematch. Just as Katsuro is finishing his thought, Kevin Oppenheimer shows up, wearing jeans and a heather gray shirt with an image of Lucy Pinder on it, and sunglasses resting on top of his head. Kevin Oppenheimer: Next time? Come, now, mate, you stand there, people have their ears tuned to you, waiting to hear how Frenchie cheated, or give them another excuse for why he shouldn’t be holding that championship… and all you tell them is that next time, if there is a next time, that you’ll be betta’? Kevin begins shaking his head. Katsuro Yoshida: Well it’s the truth. Sometimes it takes more than one attempt to take down a formidable foe. A smirk coming over his face, Kevin just shrugs his shoulders. Kevin Oppenheimer: Aye, and sometimes it just takes once. Something occurs to Intern Avery. Avery George: Are you saying that you would’ve beaten Jean Gerard Baptiste at the pre-show if you’d been given the match instead of Katsuro? Again Kevin shrugs. Kevin Oppenheimer: There’s no way to know that. Like you said, he was given the match, not me. What we do know is that the match I was in at that same show? I won it, and I had, what, five or six competitors to deal with, not just one. Katsuro Yoshida: When you get a championship opportunity, you’ll get your chance to prove that. The Brit nods. Kevin Oppenheimer: Yah, WHEN being the operative word. Katsuro Yoshida: You won the Showcase match, if you wanted to challenge for a championship match, I’d think they might be inclined to oblige. Taking it as a challenge, Kevin shrugs. Kevin Oppenheimer: Is that what you think? Well then, Mr. Avery, what championship might the front office be inclined to let me have a go at post haste? He thinks for a moment before he responds. Avery George: Well if you wanted a title shot at the SuperCard… they’d probably let you have a No Limits Title match. I don’t imagine many people are jumping at the chance to face Issac Entragian. Considering the option, Kevin pats Avery on the shoulder. Kevin Oppenheimer: Good thinking, lad. That’s the belt you held, right Yosh? Katsuro nods. Kevin Oppenheimer: Right, then. I’m not ‘fraid of ole Whiteykins. Who do I talk to about getting that match? Smith Cartwright? Avery George: Actually he’s not here tonight, but Landon Savage could make it happen. A quick nod, Kevin walks off, presumably to go get the opportunity signed for the next show.
Jimmy Yates: Our second match of the night is set for tag team action, as the close friends of Loco Martinez – Arch Angel and T.Rex, better known as ANARCHY, take on the first-time pairing of Ron Bailey and Pat Reynolds. Bryan Harris: Well they’re not exactly “Fast Times”, but they might do alright. Alan Ducard: The last time I spoke with Smith Cartwright – who is missing tonight’s show due to a conference he is attending – he told me that the front office was looking to place more of a spotlight on the tag team division, and so we would be seeing more such contests on upcoming shows – including a couple new tag team combinations they wanted to try out. Jimmy Yates: Well Ron Bailey is fresh off of a close loss to Devastation at the pay per view pre-show, Pat Reynolds is short a partner since Jimmy Smith is still sidelined with lingering injuries, so they get to team up to see how well they can do as a tandem. Bryan Harris: The critics have all been saying that ANARCHY keeps improving in the ring and shaking off more and more of that ring rust, but from my vantage point it still looked like they lost their match at the pre-show, and to me? Wins are wins and losses are losses, and I didn’t see any improvement out of them. They’ve been called a “seasoned team”, but at this stage in their career, the only seasoning that people should be talking about with these deadbeats is embalming fluid!! Alan Ducard: A bit harsh, I should say, but I suppose it’s possible that most of the critics are wrong, but their match is upcoming, so let’s view the footage to see which of these two pairings is a team on the rise. Start of Match Footage T.Rex lands a hard right into the stomach of Ron Bailey, doubling Bailey over. He then grabs the back of Bailey's head and begins driving his right knee up into the forehead of Bailey that rocks him backwards. T.Rex sends him to the mat with a jarring clothesline. Alan Ducard: High impact from Theodore Rexx. No wasted movement. Jimmy Yates: Efficient and brutal. Rex drops a knee across the left shoulder of Bailey. Bailey writhes in pain as T.Rex is back up and nails a footstomp on the shoulder. He then grabs Ron's wrist pulls it up towards the sky and then slams the arm down onto the mat hard. He grabs the wrist again... again he slams it the arm straight down to the mat. Rex grabs the wrist one more time, but this time instead of slamming the arm down, he puts his right foot onto Bailey's armpit, and sits down violently using his feet to push Bailey's body away, and pulling hard on the wrist. Alan Ducard: A unique submission maneuver as T.Rex looks to really work that left shoulder. Jimmy Yates: If Bailey doesn't find a way out of this he could find himself at the doctor's office with a dislocated shoulder! Rex wrenches back and Bailey lets out a pain filled growl. The referee checks on Bailey who shakes his head adamantly, "No". Alan Ducard: Mr. Bailey not giving up this fight. Bailey pushes up with his other arm and rolls his weight towards and over T.Rex making for an impromptu pin attempt. One... two... -NO! Rex kicks out, but more importantly lets go of the hold. Bailey gets to his feet and drives his boot into Rex's ribs. He gets up clearly favoring that shoulder, but uses his good arm to whip Teddy into his corner. He runs in and goes airborne driving both knees into midsection of T.Rex with the entirety of his running and leaping force. Jimmy Yates: A Heimlich, as if performed by a freight train. Rex slumps to the floor, and Bailey tags in Reynolds who jumps in and begins laying boots to the damaged midsection of T.Rex. Alan Ducard: Sound strategy here. Wearing down that injured ribcage after those two brutal shots from Ronald! Bryan Harris: I just wonder if Reynolds has enough force to get through Rex's Klondike fueled "insulation". Reynolds drops a quick elbow. Makes a cover. One... two... Th-Nope. Rex pours out, but winces as doing so. Jimmy Yates: those running double knees from Bailey really took their toll on the big guy. Bryan Harris: That and the cheese steaks. Instead of eating like a slob maybe the guy should invest in some Ensure and Centrum Silver to try to keep up with these young bucks. Reynolds with a nasty footstomp on Rex's chest reaches out and tags Bailey back in. Alan Ducard: For not being a fulltime tag team I have been impressed with how well Bailey and Reynolds have been working. Bailey in and quickly drops a knee across Rex. He rolls him over and locks in a one armed version of a camel clutch. Alan Ducard: Continuing to punish those ribs. Jimmy Yates: Yeah, but not getting everything into that clutch. He isn't comfortable using the arm Anarchy was working on. And while Bailey is certainly strong, the move would be much more effective with both arms. Bryan Harris: And Jimmy, don't forget Tubby-Rex is a heavy guy. Ronny's basically trying to support him with one arm. While impressive that he's doing it... its gotta be a brutal workout! With the loose grip Rex shifts his weight and is able to rock. Bailey begins to lose his balance and sensing this Rex shifts all his weight violently sending Bailey toppling over awkwardly. Alan Ducard: Simple. Effective. though definitely unorthodox. Bryan Harris: The phrase, "bowling shoe ugly" comes to mind. Rex gets to his hands and knees, but Bailey is up faster. He charges, but Rex drops flat and barrel rolls towards Bailey. Taken off guard Bailey barely avoids the barrel rolling Rex, jumping over him. This gives Rex a moment to regain a vertical base. As Bailey turns to go on the offensive his damaged shoulder is met with a violent bionic elbow styled elbow. Rex winds up and delivers another elbow. Driving the point down into the shoulder which drops Bailey to a knee. T.Rex bounces off the far ropes and goes to level Bailey with a clothesline, but Bailey ducks beneath and makes a diving tag to Patrick Reynolds. Reynolds comes in like a house of fire with rights and lefts. He goes to whip Rex off the ropes, but Teddy reverses it and levels Pat with a violent clothesline. He makes a cover. One... two... NO! Reynolds kicks out. Rex drags Reynolds up. Scoops him up and slams him down. He brings Reynolds up and tags in Arch Angel, but holds onto Pat in a side russian leg sweep position. Angel bounces off the far ropes and nails a jaw rocking big boot while T.Rex nails the side russian leg sweep. Angel drops to make the cover. One... two... Thre-NO! Reynolds gets a foot on the ropes. Jimmy Yates: Good ring awareness by Legacy's resident Nascar fan. Angel now goes on the offensive nailing a couple quick stomps before dragging Reynolds up. He whips him off the rope. Reynolds ducks a huge right hand. Bounces off the far rope and nails a jumping forearm that staggers Arch Angel. Pat slides behind Angel. Grabs his head and delivers a nice neckbreaker. Quickly scrambles for the cover. Alan Ducard: This could be IT! One... two... Th-NO! Angel powers out. Reynolds pounds the mat, frustrated. He gets up aiding Arch Angel to his feet. He grabs him in a side headlock, looking for a running bulldog, but Angel senses this and puts on the breaks, but shoves Pat hard who goes full force, chest first into the corner. Alan Ducard: I believe the ring moved on that one, gents! Angel spins Reynolds around and delivers three huge back elbows into the corner, snapping Patrick's head back with violent force. Angel then scoops up Pat lifting him up, turning, and then dropping Reynolds face first down across the top turnbuckle. He quickly drags Pat to his corner and tags in T.Rex while hooking the double underhooks for the "Weight of the Halo" (pedigree) as Rex steps in and climbs to the middle rope with his back towards Pat and Angel. Angel yells out "now". Angel nails the "Weight of the Halo" with Rex launching back with the "Fossil Fuel" (vader bomb) driving Patrick Reynolds to the mat violently. Alan Ducard: They call that maneuver "Anne Archery", and I believe it's academic from here. Rex rolls Reynolds away from the corner, and hooks the far leg to keep him from the ring ropes, while Angel rolls out of the ring. One... Two... Three!! The bell rings as Rex gets up and gets a congratulatory slap on the back from Arch Angel who slid back into the ring. Josephina Colbert: Your winners of this match. Arch Angel and T.Rex.... ANARCHY!!! Alan Ducard: A hard-fought battle, but I can't help but think the experience of Anarchy as a team and the lack of for Bailey and Reynolds played a role here tonight. Jimmy Yates: You have to wonder if this is maybe the start of an ANARCHY winning streak? Bryan Harris: Technically, Jimbo, a streak would include more than one match… Jimmy Yates: Well it would have to start with one match, wouldn’t it? Alan Ducard: I believe it would, but a streak would include more than one match, so in some way, you’re both correct. Entering the ring, Ron Bailey helps Pat Reynolds to his feet after watching the members of ANARCHY head back to the outside. When LEGACY’s resident NASCAR fanatic is back up, Ron extends his hand towards his parter of the evening, and Pat matches the out-stretched hand and the two share a handshake. Bryan Harris: That… is the worst thing I’ve seen in a while. Jimmy Yates: What are you talking about?! Bryan Harris: Ron Bailey is on the decline, and I’m getting tired of watching it. First he befriends X-Calibur – who is THE ENEMY of John Thomas, who is supposedly Ron’s best friend… then he shakes Devastation’s hand after Devastation beat him at the pre-show a couple weeks ago… and now this?! Alan Ducard: I suppose he just appreciated the match that he just shared with Pat Reynolds as his partner, just like he appreciated his match against Devastation, both of which were probably enjoyable for Bailey despite the losing efforts. Bryan Harris: The moment a guy is pleased by a loss, it’s pathetic. Helena Fitzgerald needs to have a SERIOUS talk with her client.
The shot opens on the very center of the ring, and an already darkened Pacific Coliseum. Every light in the arena has been shut off for the moment, plunging the majority of the arena into darkness. Yet, a solitary spotlight shines down and illuminates the center of the ring. The fans are already steaming in their seats, shaking the eaves of the building with their voices, which are all united in a unified roar of dissatisfaction with the man seated in the ring. Situated perfectly in the center of the ring is a throne of rusted copper and bronze; it's top length stretching at least ten feet tall and ending in a pattern of serrated spikes. The hand rests are the color of deteriorated scarlet, and the four feet of the throne are fashioned in the same way as a clawed bathtub. The silent form of Entragian is seated on this throne, his jaw set in a grim expression as he sweeps his eyes left and right, taking in the masses. The great white demon is wearing faded carpenter jeans, and a charcoal gray t-shirt decorated with skull patterns. He also wears a thin dark brown motorcycle jacket, the zipper left open, and the clasps at the throat undone. Noticeably strapped to his hip via a modified leather gun belt is “The Slayer,” that rusty iron cudgel that he used to punish and abuse The Outlaw. However, his most prized possession is securely snapped around his waist and gleaming in the pale light, that being the No Limits Championship, now freshly engraved with the name “ Issac Entragian. “ Elizabeth Gaunt is there at her man's side as well, sporting a short plaid skirt and white “Hurt” baby tee that shows an ample amount of cleavage. She relaxes while sitting on one of the throne's hand rests, her legs crossed, bopping her buckled gothic boots along with the fury of the crowd. Issac holds a mic in his right hand, twirling it absently, his eyes scanning almost every face in the stands, seeming to mock them with his gaze. The Albino Abomination: You think I came all the way out here to listen to you insignificant worms chirp and chatter at me? Elizabeth giggles, making a shushing motion to the crowd with one black nail polish covered finger. The Albino Abomination: NO, I did not. So shut the hell up. I'm out here for one reason. And that's to hammer home a point, about what I've done, and what I've gained. Entragian looks down to the championship gold wrapped around his waist, running his pale fingers along the faceplate in a very disturbing, tender display, as though stroking the head of a child. The Albino Abomination: At Destined for Greatness, I stepped into the ring with Greyson Blade, and I beat him. I pinned his shoulders to the mat. ONE. TWO. THREE. I dispatched my adversary, and I came away from that battle with a heavy reward. His eyes flick down to the championship again, a manipulative smirk lighting on his face, letting those razor sharp teeth gleam for the first time tonight. Issac clicks his tongue against his teeth, he looks at the crowd with renewed vigor. The Albino Abomination: Now, let me say it again, to clue you people in on the gravity of the situation. I TORE down the legend that is Greyson Blade in the middle of this squared circle. Issac motions to the canvas with one hand. The Albino Abomination: For the first time in what seems like eons, The Outlaw lost cleanly to an opponent. There were no outside elements - just he and I. Do you follow me? Do you see what I'm telling you? The crowd jeers him with all their might. The Vancouver crowd boos so loudly that their throats must be getting raw by now. The Albino Abomination: I endured his onslaught. I survived HIM. Who else can say that? Who can say they've emerged from a war with Greyson Blade as the VICTOR? Hmm? Anyone? Any of you goat-faced British Columbians?? I think not. Elizabeth shakes her head back and forth, mocking the fans, while sticking out her tongue and flicking it up and down. Issac continues, his voice like gravel as he leans forward in his throne. The Albino Abomination: Obviously, I'm a changed man through my dealings with him. He's left me scarred. Issac points to the jagged mark left along his eyebrow from the cell match. The Albino Abomination: He put me through more Hell than I believe Lucifer himself has seen, but that doesn't matter now, because I dragged his ass right down to Hell with me! The only difference between Blade and I is that I'm the only one who crawled back out of the flames. He's still there, in spirit, stewing in the lake of fire. A huge “ISSAC SUCKS” chant reverberates through the masses, catching on as it goes, nearing a fever pitch in the confines of the arena as a grin spreads across Issac’s lips. The Albino Abomination: But I won't brag too much. Greyson doesn't need me to rub it in for him, he now knows what failure tastes like all too well now, like salt to a wound. I want him to savor that for awhile. Seeing how it's a rare feeling for The Outlaw, the absence of success; I'd like for him to take some time to sit down and think on it. Maybe even brood over it like I've brooded. A snarl flashes across The Ivory Terror’s face for a moment. The Albino Abomination: Now, Elizabeth and I don't plan on wasting all our time here celebrating with you people, BUT, before I depart, as a SPECIAL treat for this swarm of insects LEGACY management calls a “crowd,” I've arranged for Elizabeth to give me a formal introduction as NEW No Limits Champion. You guys ready? This is gonna be good, trust me! A sarcastic little chuckle bubbles up from his throat. Elizabeth raises her eyebrows a few times, opening her mouth wide in mock excitement, she hops down from the hand rest as Issac hands her the microphone. Liz walks to the back of the throne, clearing her throat a few times, then slapping a hand against her chest just above those jiggling breasts, making a big show of this. Elizabeth Gaunt: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS MY DISTINCT HONOR TO INTRODUCE TO YOU, YOUR NEW NO LIMITS CHAMPION, ISSSSSACCC ENTRAGIAN!!!!!! She strides around the throne in a half circle, while Issac sits straight up on his throne, a sh*t-eating grin spreading across his narrow features while he pushes a strand of white hair behind one ear. Elizabeth Gaunt: PLEASE JOIN ME IN A S TANDING OVATION, A SHOW OF RESPECT FOR THE PALE PLAGUE, THE IVORY TERROR, THE ALBIN---- Before Liz can continue with her dramatic introduction, the opening chords of “Outlaw Torn” boom from the PA system, and instantaneously, the entire arena is on its feet with a virtual explosion of screaming and cheering for the appearance of The Outlaw. Issac's grin melts into a frown, as he recognizes “Outlaw Torn” song all too well, and those cold green eyes flick up towards the top of the ramp, waiting for what’s coming. The LEGACY Vision “tron” flashes to life, and we see the same video from Blade’s promotional video from earlier that week. We see the burning of the Death card as its engulfed in flames, only for it to remerges in the form of the western skeleton symbol of The Outlaw. Its eyes flash to life, and the skeleton reaches up a six-shooter up, and unloads. Flames burst forth from the hammer strikes, and as that finishes, The Outlaw appears at the top of the ramp way. At first, there is nothing too out of the ordinary with Blade’s appearance, his sleeveless “Demand Respect” t-shirt, black cargo pants, and boots. However, the sledgehammer he carries over his shoulder most certainly stands out. Issac, sensing some danger, backs up from the edge of the ring, and makes sure to put Liz between himself and Blade, out of his protective nature for her. The Outlaw hits the ring quickly, and wastes no time in establishing his presence as Issac slips a hand down to the cudgel. The intensity in Blade’s gaze is almost unnerving as he stands before The Ivory Terror, looking as if he wants to beat Issac within and each of his life, and that desire is shared by the crowd who cheer relentlessly for The Outlaw. Finally, after a few tension filled moments, The Outlaw pulls a microphone from his pants pocket, and brings it to his lips. The Outlaw: Sit down … Issac looks at Blade incredulously, unmoving from his upright position. The Outlaw: I said, sit down Entragain. I didn’t come out here to take this sledgehammer and remove your head from your shoulders. I had planned on saving that for an unfortunate Damien Black here tonight. So, you can back down on that Dungeons and Dragons wet dream and stop this “celebration” and hear me out man to man, or maybe your “moment” becomes a preview of Blade vs. Black later on this evening. The choice is yours Issac. Entragain and Blade had been through hell together, and even with the absolute hatred of each other, there existed a strange “trust” between them. Issac glared at Blade, and if looks could kill, both men would be dead on their feet. Finally, keeping careful watch of Greyson, The Ivory Terror sits upon his throne. The Outlaw: Issac, you are absolutely correct that we have put each other through hell, and you are right, you did beat me cleanly at Destined for Greatness. I have no problem, as man and as one of the very best this business has to offer, giving you the credit which is due to you. The crowd boos The Outlaw’s giving of that modicum of respect to Issac, but The Outlaw stays their negativity with a slight raise of his hand as if telling the crowd to just hold its reaction for but a moment. Entragain’s glare turns to a wicked smile but for a moment. The Outlaw: However, this spectacle, this farce of a celebration complete with your pompous claims needs stops now because I’m here to set the record straight. The crowd roars and approval, and Issac’s smile is removed from his face, and he grips the hand rests of his throne in anger, and Liz steps forward next to Issac as The Outlaw sneers at them both. The Outlaw: Yes Issac, you did beat me. You are The No Limits Champion now, but I want you to remember every second that you hold that title, what you went through to regain that belt. I want you to remember the five plus months of beatings, the humiliation of being choked out, and your multiple failures to take me down. Five months later Issac and a complete evolution as a fighter, and you finally regained The No Limits Championship. You toiled, agonized, suffered, and went through hell for over five months to finally become champion once more, but in three seconds I could undo it all. The Outlaw smiles wickedly at Entragain as the fans cheer, and a “Blade” chant rises up from the crowd. The Outlaw: Three seconds. Three seconds and Jimmy Yates screaming “KILLSHOT” and that gold could be around my waist once again. I made the mistake of not pulling you from the ropes, and you made me pay for it like an excellent fighter should, but I don’t make mistakes twice Issac. Legends don’t make mistakes twice. That’s right Issac, I said legend. You tore down nothing Entragain. NOTHING. I am the very epitome of the word “legend,” and no loss, no man will ever change that. Even legends lose. Hell, you are banking on that very fact right now, and you are on the main event map now because of it. Winning and losing are part of this business, and what makes a man a legend is when the wins are many, the losses are few, and how a man responds to both the wins and the losses. The Outlaw takes a step forward and points at Entragain. The Outlaw: I told you that in three seconds I could undo everything you’ve fought for Issac, but the contracts that we signed for our match won’t permit me to have my rematch for that strap any time soon. However, we aren’t finished Issac. The Ivory Terror/Outlaw story is far from finished. I will be watching you as The No Limits Champion and waiting. You and I will meet again Issac, and the next time the outcome will be different. Next time I will beat your ass and make the last five months look like a trip on a kiddie coaster at Disneyworld, but until that day, I want you to prepare. I want you to defend that belt as if you are defending it against me. Take nothing lightly. Don’t become the Marcus Marion of the No Limits division. Don’t fail me Issac. You have become my worthy opponent, and I want monster … no, I want even better the next time I come for your head and your crown. Issac and Greyson’s eyes have not left each other, and the crowd roars at the prospect of the violence to come. The Outlaw: I will be coming for you Entragain. I am obsessed. I’m consumed by my loss by your hand. Every waking second that goes buy I can feel the emptiness of unrewarded sacrifice. I am in that lake of fire, and I’m burning Issac. You beat me, and by beating me you’ve brought back something. Your cards were right about one thing: A change is already underway. I haven’t had this kind of drive, this kind of need, this kind of hunger for what seems like a lifetime. I’m not a monster like you Issac, or like Damien Black. This isn’t about some perverse kind of pleasure, some twisted enjoyment coming from watching the world burn. This is about winning. This is about putting the gold back around my waist so there can be no question of who the man is, and this is about the lengths I will go. You showed videos to all of these people of my past. You showed me going through The Hardcore House of Pain with Azraith DeMitri, beating each other into oblivion. You showed me shoving quarters into the eyes of a man named Brimstone, all for gold. You showed me leaping off a cell to crush a man who was my best friend, my “brother” through a table for the right to be called “Champion”. There is a blank intensity in Blade’s eyes, as if instead of focusing on the consequences, he’s focusing on the outcome. The Outlaw: In the midst of battle, you screamed at me that you HATED me Issac, and you showed the world what I would do to the man that I would call “brother”. Now, if I would do that to my closest friend when I was pushed and driven to be ruthless, unrelenting, and unforgiving, what would I do to a man who stood in my way, or better yet, a man that I HATED. The Outlaw looks to Issac with a matter of fact look, his tone is steady by seething. The Outlaw: For now Issac, the No Limits Title is yours, congratulations, but for that victory, someday you and right now LEGACY are going to pay a heavy price, starting tonight with Damien Black. The Outlaw is back, and until I have gold once more, I will destroy ANYONE in my path. Case Closed. With that The Outlaw nods to Issac, and as he said, he lifts not a finger to strike Issac down, but instead steps from the ring, and heads to the back, leaving Issac to ponder Blade’s words and his future as The No Limits Champion as Blade’s theme plays from the PA system.
Bryan Harris: Third up on the card is a match that a lot of people have been buzzing about, both backstage and on message boards, as the mysterious Frank Garvin makes his in-ring debut here in LEGACY. Jimmy Yates: Mysterious? How about FREAKish! The first time I saw that guy walking around the locker room area, he gave me a weird chill just looking at him, and that promotional video he did, with the duct tape? The guy needs help. Alan Ducard: However you want to describe him, I’ve learned that he has some sort of affiliation to Benjamin Jackson, though all I can gather is that they’re possibly from the same hometown and they have worked together in this business before. Apart from that, your guess is as good as mine. Jimmy Yates: Well I’m guessing there’s no Frank Garvin Fan-sites out there for us to go look up information on him… Bryan Harris: Who knows, Jimmy, after tonight’s match, maybe there will be! Alan Ducard: Speaking of tonight’s match, Frank Garvin makes his debut against Jerry Starr – one half of the Canuckin’ Cowboys tag team, and “The Elite One” is certainly no slouch. Jimmy Yates: You’re right about that, Alan. The guy’s a very skilled technical wrestler and a naturally gifted athlete. I don’t know what kind of wrestling skills Frank Garvin brings in his repertoire, but I’d be willing to bet that Jerry Starr knows a counter-hold to each of them. Bryan Harris: I wouldn’t take that bet simply because you’re probably right… but KNOWING a counter-hold and getting the chance to USE a counter-hold is another story. There’s a 9 inch height difference between the two and almost 100 pounds weight difference. Alan Ducard: Jerry Starr is probably going to be hoping that the adage is true that “the bigger they are, the harder they fall”… and now you all can as well, as we get to the footage. Start of Match Footage Jerry Starr swings with a hard right hand that connects on the upper portion of Frank’s chest, but Garvin reaches out and pie faces the Canuckin’ Cowboy and slams him backwards down onto the mat, taking a couple steps forward in the process. Lifting his leg up as high as it can go, Frank stomps downward fiercely, but Starr rolls out of the way. Alan Ducard: Right provident by The Elite One to avoid that stomp from Mr. Garvin. Bryan Harris: Damn right. A guy that big getting that much leverage? Starr might’ve ended up going through the mat. Starr gets to his feet before Frank can do any more damage, and he moves in and quickly hits Garvin with a hard right hand, then ducks out of the way as Frank reaches out to grab him. After connecting with a kick, Jerry turns and runs into the ropes. Garvin pivots to find him and gets hit in the chest again, this time with a clothesline that takes him back a few steps. Jimmy Yates: That barely moved him!! Seeing that he’s going to need to do more than that, Jerry Starr turns around and again runs into the ropes, but this time on the return he leaps up into the air and goes for a dropkick, but Frank Garvin sidesteps it, puts his hand out to put on Jerry’s chest, then violently SLAMS him down onto the mat. Bryan Harris: The power on that move was obvious, but I can’t believe how quickly Frank Garvin evaded that move!! Alan Ducard: And here he goes to follow it up… Leaping WAY up into the air, Frank gets horizontal and goes for an elbow drop, landing it down into the middle of Jerry’s chest. Swinging his legs around, Garvin gets right back up off the mat and again leaps straight up. This time the elbow hits nothing but mat as Jerry Starr rolls to avoid it. Jimmy Yates: Another good evasion by Jerry Starr. Bryan Harris: If Frank would’ve gone for something different, Jerry Starr might gasping for air right now instead of getting back to his feet. Reaching his feet first, Jerry Starr gets to the nearest corner and hops up onto the second rope and waits as Garvin gets up and starts to turn around. Starr leaps off and hits a double axhandle which drops Frank to his knees, but before Jerry can get away, Garvin stands up, grabs him around the waist and lifts him up off his feet into a bearhug. Holding him there for a minute, Frank starts to spin around a little bit… then suddenly HE RUSHES INTO THE CORNER and SLAMS Jerry BACK FIRST into the top turnbuckle!! Alan Ducard: Oh my stars, what intensity shown by the new-comer. With his arms hitting the top rope, Jerry Starr maintains his balance, but Frank Garvin backs up and immediately starts kicking him in the chest, one after another, not wasting a moment’s time. After about about five or six such kicks, Frank backs up a step and Starr drops to the mat. Moving right back in, Garvin reaches down and sticks both of his thumbs into the corners of Jerry’s mouth, his fingers extending across the cheeks almost all the way to the ears, and Frank lifts Starr up from the mat by his mouth and pulls outwards. Jimmy Yates: This is sick… Bryan Harris: What are you talking about?! That’s the first time I’ve seen Jerry Starr smile in WEEKS!! A look of pain on Jerry Starr’s face, he swings his arms, trying to get Frank Garvin to let him go, when suddenly Frank drives his head forward, slamming it against Jerry’s forehead not once BUT TWICE!! Frank continues to hold Jerry by the head even as referee Jacob Fudrucker rushes in to tell Garvin to stop holding him up in that manner, and just after the blood starts to trickle down Starr’s face, Frank lets him drop back down to the mat. Alan Ducard: I hate to say this, but I believe that drop of blood was the exact accompaniment that Frank Garvin was looking for to go along with that sadistic smile he had forced on Jerry Starr’s face… it gave Mr. Starr the exact same look as the image on the tshirt that Frank wore to the match here tonight. Bryan Harris: That’s some good analysis, Big Al. I hope that tonight when this broadcast gets all put together, we can get a side-by-side comparison of that shirt and Jerry Starr’s face so we can see just exactly what the similarities are. Moving back in, Frank Garvin rips Jerry up off the mat and backs him up to the middle of the ring. At this point, there’s not too much fight left in Jerry Starr, so Frank puts his opponent into a standing head-scissors, hoists him up and then SLAMS him down hard onto the mat with a Jack-knife powerbomb that folds him up. Frank drops to his knees and pushes against the back of Jerry’s legs, holding him down onto the mat as Jacob Fudrucker moves in to make the count. 1… 2… 3. Fudrucker gets to his knees and immediately calls for the bell. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match… FRANK… GARVIN!!! There isn’t much of a reaction from the fans as “Rain Parade” by Atomic Opera begins to play over the speakers, and Frank Garvin simply sits up into a kneeling position, glaring down at Jerry Starr. Alan Ducard: I should say that we might need at least one or two medical personnel to come down here to see if Jerry Starr is alright. Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and they should probably bring some security with them, because there’s no telling what Frank Garvin might do to them! When Jacob Fudrucker comes over to raise the victor’s hand, Frank Garvin appears to not notice, so after a moment’s try, the referee moves back over to Jerry Starr, checking in on him as he starts to wake up. Spinning around slightly, Frank Garvin gets to his feet and then immediately falls backwards down onto the mat, rolling about six feet across the ring before exiting out onto the arena floor. Keeping his balance, Frank Garvin walks slowly backwards up the ramp.
The ring is empty awaiting the next match. If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home Jimmy Yates: What is this? As far as i know that's not the entrance music of anybody currently on the roster. Bryan Harris: Musical interlude maybe? Alan Ducard: I fear it's soemthing far worse. We flying the first class A man in a dark blue suit with a silver tragedy drama mask steps out from behind the curtain and starts to make his way towards the ring. Wear them gold and diamonds rings As the man who calls himself Alan Smithee reaches the bottom of the ramp Elena Pisk and Matthew Dawson step out from behind the curtain and make their way to the ring. The three of them enter the ring and wait. Im talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams The man formerly known as Black Cougar IV, John James makes his way to the ring and joins the others. There is some more msuic m as the crowd boos loudly. I got problems up to here The song that some may recognize as "Glamorous"by Fergie comes to an end as Shadow stands at the top of the entrance ramp and he makes his way to the ring alone. Jimmy Yates: Where's Shane? Bryan Harris: He's probably recovering from wounds suffered from Moreno putting him through our announce table with an M-80 off the top rope. The group assembles in the ring with Shadow standing next to the man who calls himself the director of this group that he calls the Entourage. On the other side of the masked Alan Smithee stands the lovely Elena Pisk. Behind Ms. Pisk is the "highlight of the night" Matthew Dawson and behind shadow stands John James. Alan Smithe pulls a mic out of his suit jacket pocket and waits a moment for all the jeers to calm. Alan Smithee: For an immeasurable amount of time I have been working on a movement known as the Entourage. The first step was recruiting and you can see by the group assembled here I deal with only the best. Standing in this ring beside me are the men and women who have won championships, wealth, and status. They have built corporations and crushed nations under their fingers. After a brief pause, he continues. Alan Smithee: I took the time to assemble this crew and their was only one piece missing and at Destined for Greatness I was going unveil the final piece the new Tao of Valor champion, but someone decided to stand in my way and that man was Justin Moreno. The crowd cheers at the mention of the name, but the director seems to ignore it. Alan Smithee: As you can tell Derek Shane is not with us tonight due to the events that happened at Destined for Greatness. He shall return soon, but like I stated before one can try and stop a man, but one can not stop a movement. "The Key To Gramercy Park" by Deadsy hits and the crowd cheers Shadow takes a step forward, but the director motion for him to hold his ground as Justin Moreno appears at the top of the entrance ramp holding a steel chair. Dawson takes a step forward and whispers something to the masked Alan Smithee that the mic doesn't pick up. Smithee takes a step back and Dawson takes another step forward as Smithee hands him the mic. Moreno makes his way towards the ring but stops halfway down the ramp as Dawson starts to speak. Matt Dawson: Woah, slow down there J-Monkey. Athlete you are, brawler who is going to take down The Entourage with some spunky attitude and chair you are not. A J-Mo chant can fainitly be heard, but starts to get louder. Dawson: So before you do anything rash that's going to end with getting your ass beaten and giving your woman even more reason to bury herself in a bottle, let me offer you an alternative. Before OPW closed down I was on my way to the top, and why you might ask? Because I am The Highlight of the Night. A small OPW chant starts, but it gets drowned out by the boos for Dawson. Dawson: I have more athletic ability in my pinky than 99% of this roster, and if you ask anyone on the street, and sure they'd agree with me. However, those people aren't smart enough to agree that I have more athletic ability than 100% of this roster, because there's this one name that keeps coming up, and that's YOU J-Monkey. So, on my in-ring debut in LEGACY I thought it would be fitting to actually settle who truly has the most athletic ability here in this federation. I'm challenging you to match ... so the question is do you accept, or do you need a trip to intensive care after you go down swinging? The J-Mo chant reaches it's peak as the time keeper runs a mic up to Moreno. Justin Moreno: J-Monkey. Real clever. Wonder which writer handed you that line to throw at me as an insult, dude? But seriously, going after my wife. Not cool, bro-ham. So as for your little challenge, there's no way I'm turning down a chance to break out some mad skills on you and get some sick air in the process. Just don't blame me when you and the rest of the straight-to-video acting troupe get their asses kicked by "Huntington Beach's Most Xtreme"! Speaking of getting asses kicked... I've got a chair here that's dying to get acquainted with all of you, so who wants to be first to meet my chair? Moreno drops the mic and runs down the ramp. He slides into the ring and pops up to his feet in one fluid motion and starts swinging the chair as everyone bails to the outside. Alan Smithee and Elena Pisk quickly get out of the way as the move towards the entrance ramp. Dawson watches on snickering as he warned Moreno. Shadow and John James grab chairs from ringside and look to enter the ring on opposite sides to out number Moreno when a dozen members of security run out from the back to break things up before any damage is done. Shadow and John James drop their chairs and leave following the other Entourage members as Moreno stands tall in the middle of the ring still holding his chair.
We are backstage walking with Loco Martinez. He has a dollar in his hand, and is wearing khaki cargo shorts, blue t-shirt, and sandals. He is clearly looking for something, and as he approaches Trent Logan, he stops. Loco Martinez: Yo Trent. You seen a soda machine man? I need to do the 'Dew right about now. Trent Logan: Mr. Martinez, I thought you only enjoyed Pepsi products of the Crystal variety, but I'm pretty sure there's one two doors down on your right. Trent smiles, keeping things pleasant, but there's a hint of confusion to his look as to why Loco is being so friendly and casual with him. Loco Martinez: Thanks, dudeman. Don't be a stranger. The look on Trent's face says something is amiss with the situation. Trent Logan: Well, it'll be hard for us to be strangers over the next few weeks Mr. Martinez, given our current situation. Loco turns to go after his soda, but Trent stops him in his tracks with this confusing statement. Loco Martinez: Our "current situation"? What exactly would "OUR" situation currently be, Trent? Trent shakes his head and mutters. Trent Logan: I can't believe he didn't tell you. Loco's starting to get aggravated with the situation. Loco Martinez: What? From behind Loco, coming down the hallway, we see John Thomas walking. Trent smirks and nods at JT. Trent Logan: I'm gonna let HIM, explain it. Logan points to John as John walks over to the two. Trent Logan: I’ll see both of you very soon. Trent pats each of them on the shoulder, and then walks away leaving Loco and John. Loco turns to John clearly annoyed. Loco Martinez: Why, John, would Trent Logan... manager of Domination… be saying he'd be seeing a lot more of ME. And then having YOU explain things to me? He freezes up for a moment, then a huge smile comes over John’s face and he pats Loco on the shoulder. John Thomas: YES! Absolutely! In fact, I was just coming to find you to tell you about this GREAT opportunity I got us. Loco squints his eyes. John Thomas: At Destined for Greatness, you beat me, man, and although I didn’t bring it at you with the FIRE that I could’ve if I approached the match with hatred like you did, I still think I showed you, first hand, that I am a better opponent than Rocky Stellar. John nods. John Thomas: Oh yeah, that’s right, that piece of sh*t has nothing on J-Tizzle. But looking at the expression on your face right now, and since you still haven’t called me about being in the weekly Thursday night poker game… Loco folds his arms across his chest, clearly wanting John to get on with it. John Thomas: I realized that I had to take it to the next level. Not a vertical move, so much… I’m not stepping up the intensity or anything like that… this is more of a horizontal move. Sideways. Loco Martinez: John, what’d you do? The smile comes back over John’s face. John Thomas: I took the next step towards replacing Rocky Stellar… and to do that, I have to replace him as YOUR best tag team partner of all time, which is why I took it upon myself to make SURE that you got booked on the upcoming SuperCard, since I know that you were upset that you didn’t get booked on the last SuperCard LEGACY had on STRIFE 38… Loco decides to interrupt. Loco Martinez: Okay, so lay it out for me, John. What does this all have to do with Trent Logan? I think I know, but I just need to hear you say it, because as of now, the only client that I know if that Trent Logan has is Domination… John starts nodding. John Thomas: I know I didn’t tell you about it, I didn’t ask if you’d be willing to team up with me… but once you and me are sharing the World Tag Team Championship belts as CO-CHAMPIONS, all the stuff that happened in the past few months… it’s all going out the window. Loco starts to say something, but then John holds up his hand. John Thomas: I know you want to thank me for having the foresight to get us this tag title shot, but I saw something a couple minutes ago that gave me a good idea, so I gotta split. But if you see Trent Logan again, don’t even worry about thanking him for all of this. He’s more than happy to help out. Him and those two hosses of his, they’re more than happy to have the competition. Patting Loco on the shoulder again, John heads off, leaving Loco to just stand there shaking his head.
The camera cuts to the ringside area and then focuses on the entrance curtain as John Thomas walks out from the back, heading down the ramp with a sense of purpose. Instead of getting into the ring, he heads around the side of it, walking past all the fans in the front row, many of them screaming. Alan Ducard: I was wondering to what we owe the sudden appearance of John Thomas, but I naturally assumed he was headed for the ring. Bryan Harris: You know what happens when you “assume”, right Big Al? Don’t drag me or the rest of the LEGACY fans with you… After a glance at Josephina Colbert and a grin-accompanied wink, John grabs a microphone from in front of her, then walks up to the announce table, stops, and looks disapprovingly at Alan Ducard and Jimmy Yates. Sighing as he shakes his head in Bryan Harris’ direction, John Thomas looks down, grabs the LEGACY World Title in his free hand, and walks off. Jimmy Yates: What is John Thomas doing?! Alan Ducard: Furthermore, WHERE is he going?! That’s not his… Bryan Harris: Maybe he knows something that we don’t, but apparently we’re about to find out. Getting to the other side of the ring, John Thomas walks up the steel steps and gets into the ring. Holding the belt up in front of his face, John walks around a few steps and then lifts the microphone. John Thomas: This belt… He looks at it, then back out at the fans. John Thomas: This represents everything I’ve been working for over the past few years, ever since I left home to make my way in this business. I always knew that someday this would be mine, and today, since X-Calibur CLEARLY has decided that he doesn’t want the belt… John looks up the ramp. John Thomas: Hey Ani! I know you’re back there listening…Baby, I want you to come out here and be the first one to fasten it on me! The fans boo at the mere concept that John Thomas might be about to put on the belt, and he just shakes his head. John Thomas: What?! A guy leaves a championship belt at ringside, ABANDONING IT, and you all disapprove just because I’m… Without warning, John Thomas gets interrupted when the arena explodes into cheers as X-Calibur, still in his bloodied up wrestling gear from Destined For Greatness, comes RACING down the elevated ramp way with a look of violent intent pasted onto his face. Alan Ducard: Oh my!! Bryan Harris: Look out!! Jimmy Yates: God!! X is really hauling ass!! Thomas turns around just in time to see the owner of the championship belt he’s currently holding onto racing at him like a runaway freight train. Momentarily wide-eyed , John Thomas has little to no time to react as X-Calibur slides into the ring. Before Thomas can even react, X-Calibur is pushing up off of the mat and toppling him over awkwardly, spilling the championship belt out of his grasp. Jimmy Yates: Fight!! Fight!! Fight!! Thomas tries to get to his feet but with adrenaline pumping through his veins, X-Calibur is already pushing up from the canvas and driving John Thomas back into the turnbuckles like a linebacker hopped up on cocain laced with kool-aid. Doubling over, X-Calibur uses this as a chance to viciously grab John Thomas by the back of his hair. Then, running out from the corner, he jumps forward, and slams John Thomas face first into the LEGACY World Championship. Alan Ducard: Running face slam onto the title!! Bryan Harris: Jesus!! Somebody call security!! Dazed and confused, Thomas tries to roll to his side but X-Calibur is there with a straight punt to the ribs. Unable to properly defend himself, Thomas curls into a fetal position when X-Calibur grabs him by the hair and rips him to his feet. Placing his hands around Thomas’ head and tucking his shoulder into Thomas’ adam’s apple, X-Calibur then snaps down to the canvas with his patented three-quarter face-lock bulldog, sending John Thomas down like a railroad spike into the dirt. Bryan Harris: X-Terminator!!! Again, right on the damn belt!! Ripping the championship belt from underneath John Thomas’ unconscious face, X-Calibur holds it up for the entire arena to view. “X-Cal! X-Cal! X-Cal!” Jimmy Yates: This is crazy! X is like a man possessed!! Smirking at John Thomas’ prone state in the middle of the ring, X-Calibur slings the belt back over his shoulder and calmly exits the ring. Brushing his hands off like he “just took out the trash”, X-Calibur makes his way over to the announce table again. Alan Ducard: Now what?! Motioning for the same cameraman he manhandled earlier to “get over here”, the cameraman complies nervously. X-Calibur then slowly, with great judiciousness, lays the belt across the announce table just as he did earlier. Faceplate facing the ring, straps as straight as an arrow. A welcome invitation for anybody looking at it. X-Calibur: That’s it?! John Thomas?! This is
all I get?! X-Calibur: It’s right here!! It ain’t going anywhere!! You want it?! You think you have what it takes?! You think you can take me down?! Bryan Harris, Jimmy Yates, and Alan Ducard all look at each other with stupefied looks strewn upon their faces. X-Calibur: ...BULLSH*T!! As LEGACY officials and an expert medical team enter the ring and attend the severely beaten John Thomas, “Harvester of Sorrow” comes over the P.A. System once again and X-Calibur heads towards the rampway, leaving his LEGACY World Championship on the table once again.
Alan Ducard: Our next contest is the first of two No Limits contests on the card for tonight, as former No Limits Champion Diego de Cardenas steps into the ring against Crazy Boy. Jimmy Yates: We’ve seen in the past few months that Crazy Boy has become close friends with Greyson Blade, and tonight we find out if Tyrone Smith has learned anything from The Outlaw as far as No Limits match competition is concerned. Bryan Harris: You know what? I get tired of people over-looking Diego de Cardenas. Sure, he’s part of one of LEGACY’s most successful tag teams, but he’s a FORMER No Limits Champion, and suddenly you’re talking about whether Crazy Boy has learned enough from Greyson Blade that suddenly he’s going to be able to take down THE MASTER of No Limits?! I don’t think so. Alan Ducard: Well Diego de Cardenas does have quite a resume to his credit, as he did successfully defend the No Limits Championship against Issac Entragian, the man who currently holds the belt. Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and that was like, what, a year ago? Bryan Harris: Competing in No Limits matches is like riding a bike – or so I’ve heard Diego say, so I don’t think it should matter if Diego’s title reign ended a year ago or two weeks ago. He had a dominant fist while holding that belt, and if he wanted to get it back, he could! Alan Ducard: Well whether he wants to regain the No Limits championship or the World Tag Team Championships, you can be sure that Diego wants to win tonight’s match just as much as Crazy Boy does, so let’s not wait any longer before allowing you to see the footage. Start of Match Footage We come into the match up well underway with Diego Cardenas and Crazy Boy both in the middle of the ring, but Hector Rodriguez and Hannah Perez outside of the ring on opposite sides. Crazy Boy takes a huge flying back elbow from Diego, and staggers back to the ropes. Hannah Perez immediately moves into action as she starts shouting at the official, Travis Rollins, allowing Hector to pull down the top rope and send Crazy Boy out to the arena floor. Jimmy Yates: Again El Chupacabra’s tactics cost Crazy Boy in this match as he tumbles out to the floor to No Man’s Land. Seriously, this is entirely unfair, and Travis Rollins should have sent Hannah and Hector to the back long ago. Bryan Harris: He has to see something go down Jimbo, and frankly El Chupacbra is excellent at what they do. Jimmy Yates: You mean they are masterful cheaters. Bryan Harris: You say cheaters, I say smart. Alan Ducard: Whatever you want to call it, Hannah and Hector have influenced this match. Hannah distracted Rollins after Crazy Boy reversed a hurricanrana into a powerbomb and pin leading to a Cardenas kick out, and Hector tried tripping Crazy Boy, and as CB went to deal with Hector, Diego dropkicked him in the back and almost pinned him with a school boy roll-up and a handful of tights. Crazy Boy tries to get his bearings on the outside, but Diego was just waiting for CB to get to his feet. Cardenas gets a running start from across the ring, and he leaps to the top rope, springs off gaining awesome height, and comes crashing down on CB with a shooting-star-press impact. In spite of the hatred for the Cardenas, a sizable “LEGACY” chant rises up from the crowd. Bryan Harris: A simply amazing move from Diego, and now it’s time to go to work on the outside. I want to see Diego put this goofball in his place. Jimmy Yates: He’s Crazy, not Goofy, and CB is in a bit of a predicament here. Alan Ducard: Diego is getting to his feet and he has Crazy Boy up and he props him against the barricade, and now here’s a running dropkick into CB, crushing him into the barricade. Bryan Harris: Hannah and Hector are applauding, as am I. This is a No Limits match so bring on the extracurricular activities. Cardenas grabs CB by the legs, and pulls him in front of the ring post. Diego pushes forward and then snaps back with all he has, propelling CB up and face first into the turnbuckles with the flips. There’s a resounding “thud” as CB hits, and drops back down the arena floor. Diego poses for a moment over CB’s motionless body, drawing some serious heat from the fans at ringside as a “Diego Sucks” chant begins. Diego just soaks in the hatred as he pulls CB up and rolls him back inside the ring. Diego moves in to the top rope, and he leaps off, connecting with the split-legged moonsault! Alan Ducard: Diego with the pin attempt! ONE Crazy Boy’s foot is on the ropes and referee doesn’t see it! Jimmy Yates: Here comes Hannah! She just pushed CB’s foot off the ropes! Alan Ducard: TWO THRE-NO! Crazy Boy somehow managed to kick out, even after Hannah thwarted CB’s original attempt to break up the pin attempt. Bryan Harris: Hey … what in the hec do these guys think they are doing out here? With Bryan’s comment we’re drawn to the entrance way where we see T. Rex and Arch Angel of ANARCHY heading to ringside, and each one splits up, taking a side of the ring, and as they approach, as wary Hannah, and an unhappy Hector move back together towards the announce table. Jimmy Yates: I think they are out here to even up the odds Bryan, which is more than fair at this point Bryan. While ANARCHY doesn’t immediately strike, their appearance has Diego in an uproar as he moves to the side of the ring and begins jawing with T. Rex, and then tells the official to get rid of them as they have no “managerial” business in the match, but Travis Rollins vehemently denies that request. Diego again goes to say something to T. Rex, but he suddenly feels himself being taken up off his feet, and going for the ride! Bryan Harris: Oh NO! Jimmy Yates: Diego let himself be distracted by Anarchy and that gives CB the opening for … CRAZY AIRLINES … Alan Ducard: DESTINATION SAMOA! The crowd cheers in approval as Crazy Boy drops back on Diego, crushing him with the Samoan Drop! Crazy hooks the legs from his position lying on Diego! Alan Ducard: The pin attempt … ONE TWO THR-NO! Diego gets the shoulder up and this match will continue. Jimmy Yates: It definitely will continue Alan, but it appears as if the momentum has shifted, and Diego may not get it back with Hannah and Hector neutralized. Crazy Boy is up as quickly as he can be to keep on the offensive. He pulls Diego to his feet and tosses him hard into the turnbuckles chest first, and then on the rebound he leaps and drives Diego down with a neckbreaker. Taking the moment with Diego stunned, Crazy Boy slips from the ring, and grabs a steel chair and slides it inside the ring. However, he doesn’t get a chance to use it as Diego is coming around. CB sets up and then dropkicks Diego with the textbook, standing variety. Cardenas is quickly subjected to even more pain, as CB pulls Diego into the standing headscissors, flips him up into a powerbomb, but then pulls him off and takes the powerbomb into a DDT! Alan Ducard: What a unique offensive maneuver coming from CB, and Diego has to be seeing stars after that one! Crazy Boy is headed to the top rope, and he looks like he’s measuring Diego. Jimmy Yates: He’s probably looking to go for his patented missile dropkick, The Crazy Drop! Bryan Harris: Tyrone is giving Diego too much time Jimbo, this one is going to cost him! No sooner has Bryan spoken, when CB leaps from the turnbuckles at Diego. Unfortunately for CB, Diego was playing possum just a bit, giving himself some recovery time as he tries to stand. As Diego stands he grabs the chair CB had moments earlier and whips around, jacking CB with the steel and knocking him out of the hair with the chair as the fans groan with the impact. Bryan Harris: I told you guys! I told you he took too much time and now Diego is going for the pin. Count it Al! Alan Ducard: Diego does have the pin with the legs hooked. ONE TWO THREE-NO! Jimmy Yates: Listen to that crowd with the kick out Alan! That “Crazy” chant is growing, and Diego can’t believe that his strike with the steel didn’t finish off Tyrone. Diego pulls Crazy Boy up to his feet and just flattens him with the steel chair, but instead of going for the pin, Diego pulls CB up and tosses the chair and him, and kicks the chair into CB’s face as CB drops to the canvas. Alan Ducard: After that offensive assault, CB is fading, and Diego is setting up the chair in the ring, and he’s dragging CB to the buckles. Diego is headed to the top now, and it looks like he wants to use a bulldog or a face crusher to splatter CB all over that steel! Bryan Harris: If he hits this move, this match is over Al. Jimmy Yates: Wait, CB is fighting back! CB is fighting back against Diego! CB fires away with blow after blow before finally freeing himself from Diego’s grasp, and knocking the former No Limits Champion down crotch first on the top turnbuckle. CB then grabs Diego by the head, and spikes him with a DDT out of his position on the top rope! Jimmy Yates: CB hits the massive DDT! Diego could be done here! Alan Ducard: CB scrapes up Diego, and he’s motioning for it! He’s going for the Crazy Slam! CB goes for the Crazy Slam, but as he pulls Diego up, Cardenas drops down the back, and pulls CB backwards, slamming his head into the canvas. Jimmy Yates: CB has fought back time and time again but the earlier advantage an uncontested El Chupacabra gave Diego may have been just too much for him. Bryan Harris: When you fight El Chupacabra you don’t just fight one, you fight a whole nation! CB heads for the top rope with CB down on the canvas … Alan Ducard: It appears as if Diego is going for Montezuma's Revenge, his trademark twisting senton splash. Diego looks, and leaps … and he’s broken in half! Jimmy Yates: Crazy Boy got the knees up! He drove his knees right into Diego as he tried to hit the move, and CB is getting to his feet! He hooks Diego and … CRAZY SLAM ON THE CHAIR! He hits the Crazy Slam on the chair Diego set up, and this crowd is going crazy! Alan Ducard: ONE TWO THREE! The crowd cheers with great approval as the bell sounds, and Anarchy looks very satisfied at the screeching Hannah and the fuming Hector as CB’s hand is raised. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match … Craaaaaaaaaaaaazy Boy!!!! Alan Ducard: Another big win for Crazy Boy. Bryan Harris: All thanks to Anarchy! They came out here and prevented Hannah from managing Diego. Jimmy Yates: More like preventing her from helping Diego cheat there Bryan. Crazy Boy fought hard, and in the end it paid off with a win here tonight.
The arena is flooded with flashing red lights and as “Come with Me” by Puff Daddy & Jimmy Page hit the speakers, the booing immediately reigns in from all corners of the arena. The red italic “D” appears on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron, and Gryffin Anselm walks out from backstage, wearing red, black and white cargo pants and a sleeveless Diabolik signature shirt and a short-skirt-wearing Jessica Stevens at his side. James Win trots out next, wearing a pair of shiny gold pants with white trim, a flowing gold shirt unbuttoned halfway, and a pair of gold sunglasses with gold lenses. Jimmy Yates: Oh great, I thought maybe these guys weren’t going to show up tonight, but I guess we’re not that lucky… Bryan Harris: Count your blessings, Yates! Alan Ducard: Well this is quite an interesting development… Following a few steps behind the trio is former World Champion Crash, complete with the signature Diabolik shirt. All four of them head down the ramp and get up into the ring. Bryan Harris: What, surprised to see Crash out here, wearing a Diabolik shirt? I don’t know why you would be… Jimmy Yates: We still haven’t heard any resolution to what was going on between Gryffin Anselm and Crash in the weeks leading up to the pay per view… Alan Ducard: And maybe we will in the next few minutes. Gryffin Anselm walks over and takes a microphone from Josephina Colbert and walks to the middle of the ring. Raising the microphone to his mouth, Gryffin Anselm waits as the music fades… but then he turns around and hands it to Crash, which quiets most of the crowd. Standing there, waiting, looking at the various parts of the crowd, Crash remains silent for another couple moments before he raises the microphone to speak. Crash: Crash: Thanks Gryffin. Crash smiles and nods. The booing gets intense as Gryffin returns the nod. Bryan Yates: I guess these people wanted to see bloodshed from these two? Crash: I got all night. I just want to say my piece and that’s it. After a few moments, the noise lowers enough to make Crash happy. Crash: Neither MYSELF, nor Gryffin need to tell any of you what’s going on, so if that’s what you’re waiting to hear, then tough luck. The booing begins once more. Crash pauses once more for a moment, then continues. Crash: All you need to know is that I don't give a rat's ass about any beef between me or my business partners. All I care about is business. Diabolik business. You think me losing my belt makes me or us any less dangerous? Hmmm... Your wrong. See, me without the belt is dangerous. What is going to keep LEGACY afloat now? How is it going to continue to generate the profits it makes? Crash shrugs. Crash: Simple. A smirk forms on his face. Crash: By "The D" destroying everything that LEGACY has to offer. We aren't going to go long without our gold belts, I'll promise you this. Mark my words. I'm in this business, and business will be picking up soon. Just wait. Obviously having said his bit, Crash turns and extends his arm towards James Win, who takes the mic from the former World Champion and starts walking around the ring. James Win: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls… can you FEEL IT!? Extending his arm upwards slowly, James Win slowly forms a fist above his head, as if he’s picking something from a tree. James Win: The excitement level from PanAmaniacs WORLD. WIDE. is SO high right now that if you take your arms, extend them upwards just as The All Star has displayed, then you, too, can FEEL IT!! The champs, the RIGHTFUL World Tag Team Champions are standing here in the ring together, something which you British Columbians probably weren’t ready for. So the pathetic response which you greeted The Diabolik with? It’s understandable, because as Jerald Moon and Alvin Franklin have proven, you can’t expect much from Canadians. The Vancouver crowd immediately start booing extra loud, but James Win shakes it off. James Win: Theway you all are acting – like petulant little children – was fully expected, but The Diabolik has business to attend to, and that will not be sidetracked because of the lack of manners your parents provided you with! The booing continues as James Win hands the microphone to Gryffin Anselm. Gryffin Anselm: No beating around the bush, Cronos Diamante… The crowd immediately gets excited when they hear Cronos’ name, and Gryffin only pauses for a moment to let the initial pop die down a bit. Gryffin Anselm: … Cronos get your ass out here, and bring Voodoo with you! Lowering the microphone, Gryffin waits, his eyes glued to the entrance curtain. The crowd begins to cheer again as Cronos walks out from the locker room area, adorned in the same attire he had on at Destined For Greatness: : black leather pants, gothic buckle combat boots, and black shirt with crow on the front. He is followed closely by Voodoo; wearing a gothic style green silk button down shirt, black leather trenchcoat with signature bio-hazard symbol airbrushed on the back, leather pants, and already-used baseball bat slung over his shoulder. The duo walk to the edge of the entrance stage and just glare at the group in the ring. Alan Ducard: It appears that Cronos and Voodoo knew it was inevitable that they’d get called out, and they were ready and waiting for it. Jimmy Yates: “Anticipating” is probably a more appropriate word, Voodoo looks like he’s ready to crack some skulls! Gryffin Anselm: Back in Seattle at the pay per view, Cronos, you did something which just doesn’t happen here in LEGACY… and Voodoo, you’re the ONLY reason it happened. Clearly fuming, Gryffin continues. Gryffin Anselm: So here’s what we’re going to do about it, boys. Another thing that doesn’t happen here in LEGACY is that James Win and I do NOT lose tag team matches… and at the SuperCard, the two of you are going to get into the ring against us for a little two-on-two. Cronos Diamante: Gryffin, Gryffin, Gryffin... you just can't handle the fact that if it weren't for that little crew of The Diabolik, minus Jake Dominion and Crash, you wouldn't be winning matches in singles competition. Oh no, no, no... no wins for Gryffin!!!! The crowd erupts with a marginal amount of cheers and none of The Diabolik members in the ring seem to like it one bit; least of all... Gryffin Anselm. Cronos Diamante: Thing is... I beat you at Destined
For Greatness, Gryffin. I was winning when your little pals came out
to beat me down and I won after my pal Voodoo chased them off. Oh yes,
yes ,yes... An unsettling grin from underneath Voodoo's dreadlock covered face surfaces as Cronos pats him on the back. Cronos Diamante: You lost fair and square and it's over. Besides, Gryffin... Voodoo doesn't wrestle anymore. He's my manager and unfortunately for him, he had to get his hands dirty to help me out. Bottom line is... he doesn't wrestle. Top line... he he he he... I don't need to bother with you any longer. As far as I'm concerned... you're a broken man. Nope, nope... no more fighting you. Cronos pats Voodoo on the shoulder and waits for Gryffin's response. Gryffin Anselm: You want to be a coward and remain outside the ring, Voodoo? Fine. But Cronos? As far as I’m concerned, there’s no reason you can’t get into the ring for this tag match except the fact that you don’t have a partner. Cronos sighs with a slight smile and looks to Voodoo who simply nods and offers a grin. Cronos slowly brings the microphone up to his mouth. Cronos Diamante: Ok Gryffin... I've had a change of heart. Oh yes, a small little change. My tummy went a little warm for a second. He he he he... so how about I go find somebody else to tag team with. I don't think I can find a single person on this roster that would have a problem entering the ring at my side to kick your asses. Oh no... not a single soul. The Vancouver crowd erupts at the thought of Cronos and partner taking on The Diabolik. Cronos lets out an inaudible cackle and Voodoo flips his dreadlocks out of his face to watch the response of The Diabolik. Gryffin Anselm: Earlier tonight I told Landon Savage about how I wanted this match to happen at the SuperCard, and he told me that if Voodoo wouldn’t step into the ring as your partner, that they’d assign you one to make sure you got there, so you don’t need to worry about picking a partner… ‘cause they’ll choose one for you. Cronos Diamante: I don't give a damn who my partner is, Gryffin. Whoever I team with... we're still going to beat the snot out of you two. Oh yes... beat the snot out of you. With a frustrated-yet-conniving grin, Gryffin seethes as he stares up towards the stage at Cronos, who gives a little wink and then simply turns around and heads backstage, followed a couple steps behind by Voodoo.
“O Fortuna” begins to play loudly. We see the silhouette of a man doing push ups in the middle of the ring. “I am….strength.” The scene cuts away to that same silhouette punching and kicking a large bag. “I am…..power.” The scene cuts away to the silhouette jump roping. “I am….dominance. Now the scene cuts to that man on top of a much smaller silhouette, grounding him with powerful wrestling skills and kneeing him repeatedly. “But I am NOT….debuting in LEGACY.” The camera fades in to the smaller man getting grounded. We see a man who really looks more like a twelve year old boy. He has short, spiked brownish-blonde hair and a completely clean shavenf face. It looks like he’s about to cry as the larger man pummels him. “Charles Bryant Penze….is coming to LEGACY.” The scene cuts. “O Fortuna” is replaced by “Brass Monkey” by the Beastie Boys. We see the smaller man sitting at the top of what appears to be a gigantic inflatable birthday cake. CBP: Are you ready for me, LEGACY? Cuz I know I’m not. CBP attempts to stand up, but just ends up falling off the birthday cake and landing hard on the floor. He remains face down as he waves at the camera. The scene cuts out to black, with big blue letters in the center. “CBP: JOBBING PERFECTED TO AN ART!”
Jimmy Yates: Our fifth match tonight matches up two veterans against one another, possibly for the first time in one-on-one competition, as Mirage and Chris Turner have taken two very different roads to get to this point in their respective careers. Alan Ducard: Mirage has relied on his craftiness, intelligence, and natural athleticism to earn World Championships along his road. Chris Turner has paved his way with brute strength and absolute toughness, gaining Hardcore Championships along the way. Bryan Harris: Both of these guys know their way around the wrestling ring; both of these men also are trying to advance their careers currently in the tag team division, and you can be sure that the World Tag Team Championship Ladder Match at Destined for Greatness 2008 won’t be the last time these two find themselves across the ring together in tag team competition. Jimmy Yates: Given that neither of their respective tag teams walked away from the pay per view with the championship belts in hand, both of these guys probably want the win in this match to help gain some momentum moving forward. Alan Ducard: Who’s going to win – Mirage or the representative of the UnHoly Alliance? Let’s find out. Start of Match Footage Turner swings with a wild haymaker, looking to deck Mirage, but at the last second he snaps his head back and avoids the blow. After the mistimed punch, Mirage floats around Turner, grabbing one of his arms in the process and cinching in a hammerlock. Marcus yanks up on the arm, with Turner grunting in frustration and trying desperately to find a way out of this predicament. Finally he manages to get a hold of some of Mirage's hair, and he uses this to flip him forward, but Marcus doesn't release the arm, instead rolling through and taking Chris down to the canvas with a beautiful arm drag. Jimmy Yates: This is the kind of pace Mirage likes. He's put a bull's eye on Turner's right arm, and don't be surprised if that's his target for the rest of this match. Alan Ducard: When he gets up a head of steam, Turner can is a force to be reckoned with. But when grounded, that takes away all the size and power advantage that Chris has over Marcus. A fine strategy on Mirage's part. Turner pops back up to his feet, running forward, he fires off with a clothesline that Mirage already has scouted, ducking and pivoting, but Turner manages to stop himself on a dime, spinning around and nailing Mirage in the gut with a big knee-lift. Turner smashes down against Mirage's shoulders with a clubbing blow, then irish whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Turner snatches Marcus up into his arms and locks in a bearhug, shaking his body left and right like a ragdoll. Gray looks on from outside, starting to pace, smashing one meaty fist against the apron in impotent rage. Jimmy Yates: Turner able to recover, and he's taken things into a higher gear. Now we see him using that raw strength, just squeezing the life from Mirage. Bryan Harris: But look at that! Mirage raking those eyes, that's how to do it! Mirage drags his hands down Turner's face, raking his eyes and causing him to release the hold. As Turner's hands go up to his face, Mirage snatches hold of his arm and twists it around, then fires off a high kick right into the elbow. Not letting go, he twists it again, then YANKS down, whipping Turner's body as though he's being hit with a shock wave. Turner grunts, gripping his shoulder, when Mirage steps behind Turner, locking up both arms in a full nelson. He keeps the submission tight, but just when it seems as though Turner's power will break him free, Mirage falls back and pulls Chris down with him, hitting a full nelson slam using Turner's own body weight to bring him down. Once he has the bigger man grounded, Mirage drops down next to Turner, grabbing his wrist and twisting it around until he's got Turner firmly grasped in a Key lock. He pulls back on the arm, gritting his teeth, and using one free elbow to rub across the top of Chris's head. Bryan Harris: Now that Turner has a wounded wing, it should be only a matter of time before Mirage transitions into endgame. Jimmy Yates: But already Turner has used that height of his to wiggle towards the ropes, placing one of his boots across the bottom rope. Alan Ducard: He had enough resolve to free himself, but has the damage been done? Marcus reluctantly releases the hold after Don Bower nears his five count, rolling a few feet back and away from Turner, he rises up to one knee and smirks out at the crowd, tapping a finger against his temple. The crowd turn their venom on him with an ovation filled with nothing but jeering, even louder when they notice Lucien on the outside applauding Mirage's efforts and nodding his head. Jimmy Yates: Seems our British Columbian fans don't appreciate Marcus Mirage and his games. Bryan Harris: I think these idiots are just feeling star struck, they don't know what to make of a mastermind like Mirage, so they dislike what they don't understand. Alan Ducard: I would disagree Bry, I think these fans understand exactly what's happening here, and that is Mirage being devious and showing no respect for the rules. Meanwhile in the ring, Mirage is still showboating, standing at one of the turnbuckles with his back to the ring, his arms outstretched and his hands moving in a “gimme your worst” motion. He's so caught up in taunting the crowd that he doesn't even realize when Turner gains a vertical base behind him, still favoring that right arm. Turner races forward and dives at Mirage with all his weight, body splashing the smaller man directly into the turnbuckles. Turner then steps forward and starts to unload on Mirage's back with headbutts, slamming his forehead in between Marcus's shoulder blades over and over again. Laura Depp has a huge smile on her face outside, smacking her palms against the side of the apron for each headbutt Chris lands. Jimmy Yates: Laura likes what she sees, and who can blame her? Mirage wasted his time mocking the fans when he should of continued the offense on Turner. Alan Ducard: Seems he did make quite the misjudgment, because Turner is back in his element once again. Just a brash assault, nothing pretty, but VERY effective. After smashing his head into Mirage's back for the tenth time, Chris pulls him backwards and muscles him up onto one of his shoulders. Moving to the center of the ring, Chris gets a full head of steam, running back towards the turnbuckle and powerslamming Mirage's body against it. Marcus hits hard, starting to slink down into a tree of woe position. When Turner notices his legs are caught, he just begins to rain down stomps, crushing his boot into Mirage's face and chest with ferocity. Bryan Harris: Come on Marcus! Don't let that big lug treat you that way! Alan Ducard: Not a good position to be in, with Mirage's legs snagged along that top turnbuckle. He can't defend himself at all. Jimmy Yates: Luckily for Mirage, one of those stomps helped to dislodge him from the turnbuckle trap, and now he's crumpled down to the canvas again. Turner reaches down, pulling Mirage up to his feet. Mirage's stance is shaky, his body leaning back against the turnbuckles. Turner goes for a clubbing blow, but Marcus has enough left to scout it, stepping to the side and using Chris's own momentum to grab his arm and slam it into the top turnbuckle post. Turner backs off, nursing his arm and holding it close to his body, but Mirage doesn't let up, rushing in and grabbing Turner by the tights, then tossing him forward so that his right shoulder slams in between the top and middle turnbuckle space, hitting nothing but the unforgiving steel of the turnbuckle post. Turner let's out a yelp of pain, struggling backwards and stretching his arm, which seems to be giving him major grief. Mirage follows behind him, snapping off a quick kick to the back of the knee which drives Turner down to the mat back first. Bryan Harris: Marcus goes RIGHT back to that arm. I got a feeling we'll see that goofy mofo' Turner tap out anytime now. Jimmy Yates: Chris has to find his opening and use it, if he allows Mirage to systematically break him down like this, it's only a matter of time before the match comes to an end. Marcus hops down and grabs hold of Turner's right arm again, this time wrapping his legs around it and pulling back, holding onto the wrist while executing a crucifix armbar. Mirage pulls with all his strength, letting out a hiss of air as he tries to hyperextend the elbow. Turner's face has turned into a mask of pain, his mouth stretching wide as he tries to reach with his good arm towards the ropes, which are SEVERAL feet away. Don Bower is right up in his face, asking if he wants to give it up, but Turner shakes his head back and forth feverishly. Somehow, gathering all his power to him, Turner gets up to his knees, then using his good arm he LIFTS Mirage up and stands up, only to powerbomb him right down to the mat with a modified sit-out powerbomb. The force of his landing causes Marcus to release the arm, his hands going down to cradle his lower back. Alan Ducard: What POWER displayed by Chris Turner. He can brawl with the best of them, and you won't find that move in any wresting textbook. That's innovation in it's purest form. Jimmy Yates: Mirage had the right idea locking in that armbar, but now Turner has managed to turn the tide yet again...wait, what's this on the outside??? Turner's attention strays from Mirage, as he notices Lucien Gray plodding towards Laura Depp on the opposite end of the ring. The monster takes his time, seeming to stalk the young woman, letting deep puffs of air blast out of the grill of his mask. Laura stands her ground though, although her facial expression tells us that she'd like to be ANYWHERE else in the world right now with this giant approaching her. Turner leans up against the ropes, pointing down at Gray, admonishing him and screaming that he'd better leave her alone. Gray pays him no mind, mere steps away from Laura, he looms over her and dwarfs her in comparison. Showing surprising courage, Laura steps right up to Lucien, pressing herself up against his chest and getting into his face, talking smack. Gray chuckles, grabs a strand of her hair and runs his gloved fingers along it, then he using his free hand to smack it into her shoulder, pushing her back several steps and nearly causing her to trip against the ring steps. Bryan Harris: That's the way, show that girl she ain't meant to be a wrestler Lucien! Show her the hard way! Jimmy Yates: Laura is showing the heart of a lioness out there, but with a man as dangerous as Lucien Gray, she needs to be very careful. This does not bode well for that young woman... Laura manages to get her balance, setting her jaw in determination, the girl take a few steps back towards Gray, then just does a PERFECT vertical leap, planting both feet square in the huge chest of Lucien Gray, and knocking him back several steps with a textbook dropkick. Although the giant doesn't fall, it's obvious that he's shocked by this turn of events, but then his good eye narrows in calculation, as if this is all part of the plan. With Turner still yelling at Gray with his back turned to the ring, Mirage has had enough time to recover, rushing in and rolling Turner up with a school boy pin. Don Bower drops down, and as a surprised Chris Turner has no time to react, Mirage pulls back with all his might. ONE. TWO. THREE! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, MARCUS MIRAGGGEEEE!!!! As the bell has barely just rung, Mirage lets loose of Turner's legs and scoots out of the ring as fast as he can, sliding under the bottom rope and right into the reassuring arm of the beast known as Lucien Gray. The dastardly duo move backwards up along the ramp, with Lucien supporting Mirage. Although in pain, Mirage wipes some sweat from his brow, tapping his temple as he walks backwards looking down at the ring, where Turner is on his knees, shaking his head in frustration. Laura has slid into the ring as well, her hands on her hips as she scoffs angrily at the planned distraction that lead to Turner's loss.
We cut to the Tao of Valor Championship; the camera is completely zoomed in giving the screens of those watching a more than up close and personal look. A giant wrist comes into view, polishing the belt as we pan back to reveal none other than a smirking Adam Davis. Still in his ring attire, Adam shoots a knowing wink to the camera before starting to push open his locker room door. Adam Davis: You know, if I wasn't more of a grounded person, I would start to get a big of an ego around these parts. You people really thought Timmy Jones was going to rain on my parade? Yeah. Adam Davis, the champion, isn't going anywhere for quite some time. Now.. Davis pushes open his door looking to get to his point when a booming CLAP... CLAP... CLAP.. Is heard from the inside. The acoustics and smallish room really resonate the smacking of one's hands. As we peer over Davis' title laden shoulder, we see none other than Eli Storm. He glances to Adam, and then gets a few more in. CLAP CLAP CLAP.. Eli Storm: Bravo, bravo...I mean damn, Adam. Damn near brought a tear to my eye. It looks like "The Iceman" has finally cometh here in Legacy. Adam Davis: Well, if it isn't king of the monikers himself, Mr. Eli Storm! You know, I should take such a warm welcome into this wrestling parasite loving company a little better, but what do you expect? I swear I can't kick a bitch in his teeth without seeing your mug somewhere nearby. Eli Storm: What can I say...I equal ratings, my good man. but I'm here to let you know that I've been watching you and I'm proud that you have been able to hold on to that belt. Davis feigns interest and curiosity, pointing to himself. Adam Davis: Who.. Me? You mean my little game and future chokehold on the Tao of Valor division is of interest to THE Eli Storm? Seriously man... Why you REALLY here, I mean, you're here for to interview dudes in the ring right? Eli Storm: Good...you still have that sense of humor I always love. Which is gonna make this all the much better. Storm pulls a piece of paper out of his back pocket and places it on the table near Davis. Davis: Seriously Eli..We may not be best friends, but I still consider your ass a peer in this crazy sh*t storm we call a career. I can't give you an autograph, that's straight demeaning. Besides, you and I both know you would be shilling it on ebay next week. Storm's grin gets even wider. Eli Storm: You know, Davis...in the long time I've known you, we've never faced each other. Either I was running the fed or I was involved in something else. And I don't know about you...but I've always wondered... just how good you are. Davis eyes the paper again, and then back to Storm, trying to put the pieces together. He shakes his head eyeing Eli and for the first time, gives a more serious look to the old acquaintance. Adam Davis: ..Just how good I am? Check the sheet Eli. Go back and watch what I did to that near f***ing cripple Matt Kanyon when HE wanted to test how good I was. Go ask Ice after I punked his ass in SHOOT. Call up AC Botts and ask him why I was so damn special that I deserved to be dicked over and held down.. If there has been one person to experience a timeline of the brilliance that I have put forth in my jaded, f***ed career that spans waaay too many places, it should be you, Mr. Storm. Adam clenches his teeth. Once again eyeing the paper and then back to Storm. Adam Davis: Now, if that, or your veiled shots at my ego have any real business, let me hear it, because I have places to go, wrestlers to loath for being prissy political cunts, and maybe even college undergrad to have some fun with. Eli looks at the 16 pounds of gold resting on Davis' shoulder. He gets close enough to Adam to brush the title off. Eli Storm: You know, Adam. Everywhere I've gone there has always been that one person that I had to contest with. In LaW it was Dragon and then Hollywood, in SHOOT it was Cade Sydal and Roland Caldwell. In Legacy it has been Greyson Blade...that is until I was handed a contract. A contract for a match that has been owed to me. And the funny lady that fate is, I almost couldn't believe the name under mine. Storm pulls out a pen and signs under the printed spelling of his name. Eli Storm: Since you are a busy man, I'll leave this with you to look over. Because for me, it seems like I maybe getting an answer to a question that has been bugging me for quite some time. Davis leans down, pulls the paper closer, seeing his name in the bold print. He motions to Eli, who in turn tosses the pen over to Adam. With a loaded grin, Davis looks at his title, and then to Eli Storm, and starts to put his signature on the paper. Careful to fold it, he hands it back to Storm, but tugs on it when Eli reaches, grabbing his attention. Adam Davis: Yes, Eli. You want to prove something, you want to test yourself against one of the greatest? Fine.. As f'ed as karma is, you are apparently getting your shot. I don't know what you had to do for them to smile down upon you, but I can't promise that it all was in vain. This belt isn't going anywhere. My run, my career, my legacy isn't going to get sidetracked, no matter how far back we go. I will do what needs to be done to keep this, so count yourself warned. Davis then lets go of the contract, spins, and opens the oak door that is the gateway to his locker room, and motions to Eli. Adam Davis: Have a good day Eli, because I think it could be one of your last after signing on the line… Old friend. Storm makes his way out of the door and stops. Without even looking back he lets his last words whisper through the air back at Davis. Eli Storm: You are truly great, Adam. Some would go even as far as to say you are one of the best. But the big question is, with the gold hanging in the balance...can you finally be incredible. Now...you don't have to answer that right away, because I think we'll both have that answer soon enough. Right, old friend?
Alan Ducard: Tonight’s main event is one I’ve been most looking forward to ever since I heard it was coming… former No Limits Champion “The Outlaw” Greyson Blade steps into the ring in a No Limits Match against Damien Black. Jimmy Yates: Honestly this is a match I thought we were going to see during Greyson Blade’s reign with the No Limits title, but neither Damien Black nor Chris Turner have been given a shot to fight for the No Limits Champion since their INSANITY back when they fought in the last quarter of 2007. Bryan Harris: A dumb move on the part of the front office, if you ask me. Just because Damien Black and Chris Turner look to kill people when there are no rules governing a match they’re in, that shouldn’t preclude them from an entire division – a division in which BOTH of them would excel, by the way. Alan Ducard: It appears that the front office is considering allowing them to compete for that championship again after they have shown that they can control themselves. I certainly didn’t think that these two could coexist on the same roster with one another, let alone the same tag team, but ever since STRIFE 33 back in early March of this year, they’ve really come together as a team. Jimmy Yates: Yeah, bonding around a common love of making other people hurt and bleed… Bryan Harris: What makes that any worse of a vice than your love of life-sized paper mache pets, Jimbo? Alan Ducard: Getting back to the matter at hand… we’ve got two of THE BEST hardcore competitors on the roster locking up in tonight’s main event, and I don’t think we should waste another moment discussing it… let’s get to the action. Start of Match Footage We cut to the action as we see Damien Black rebound off the ropes and get leveled by a clothesline from Greyson blade. Behind Black in the corner we see the length of chain Black brought with him to the ring. He reaches out for it, but Greyson grabs him by the foot and and swings him across the ring into the other corner. Jimmy Yates: That may have been a mistake by Greyson as he may have just went from the frying pan into the fire so to speak. Damien reaches into the other corner and is able to grab the sledgehammer that Greyson had brought to the ring. Damien stands up and in one solid motion swings for the hills looking to knock Blade's head off into the cheap seats. Luckily Greyson is quick on his toes and quickly falls back while sliding forward and takes black down with a drop toe hold. Black falls to the mat meeting the sledgehammer face first. Alan Ducard: Barely ten minutes into this match and Damien Black is already busted open. Bryan Harris: Honestly, I'm surprised. With the way these two are I expected blood before the bell rang to start the match. Jimmy Yates: To my knowledge this is the first ever singles match between these two and they are pulling out all the stops. Blade snatches the sledgehammer away from Black and both men get to their feet. Blade goes to ram black in the ribs with the sledgehammer, but Black dodges out of the way. Greyson quickly pivots and rams the head of the sledgehammer into Damien's back sending him through the ropes to the outside. Damien leans up against the guard rail as Blade slides out of the ring. Blade swings at him with the sledge hammer at full force and Black dives out of the way causing Greyson having to put all his energy into stopping the momentum of the swing so he doesn't hit a fan int eh front row. Luckily he is able to to, but the fans near the rail back up anyway. Alan Ducard: This is a lawsuit waiting to happen. I can't watch, but it's like a train wreck i can't look away. Bryan Harris: Maybe those liability waivers for fans in the front row isn't such a bad idea. Jimmy Yates: Well at least we have a guard rail. Bryan Harris: A lot of good that has done in the past. Damien lands a solid dropkick to the knee of Greyson causing him to drop the sledgehammer. Black grabs him and throws him over his shoulders into the guardrail with a fall away slam. Black charges at Greyson, but Blade gets a leg up and boots him in the face. Blade grabs a near by trash can filled with goodies and lifts it up over his head as he does the stuff inside falls out including a stop sign and a black bag. Greyson slams the trash can into Damien's back. he goes to slam it down again, but Black spins around and nails the trash can with his elbow sending it back into Blade's face. Black then grabs the stop sign and waffles Blade with it as a trickle of Blood starts to run down the bridge of Greyson's nose. Bryan Harris: I bet Greyson was hoping for a yield sign. Alan Ducard: Who knows how much more these men can take? Jimmy Yates: These two are in their element they could be here all night. Damien grabs the black bag and tosses it into the ring, then he grabs Blade and tosses him under the bottom rope. Black follows into the ring and grabs the bag, but it is knocked out of his hand as Blade sweeps his feet out from under him. All of a sudden the crowd starts to boo. Bryan Harris: I knew these fans would turn on Greyson eventually. Alan Ducard: I doubt that, it looks like someone else has arrived. At the top of the ramp stands Chris Turner and Laura Depp. Turner is dragging two trash cans behind him full of light tubes. He leaves the two cans at the bottom of the entrance ramp as he moves around ringside with Laura to get a better look. Jimmy Yates: This may have just become a handicap match. Bryan Harris: What? They didn't do anything. Blade grabs Black and whips him into the ropes on the rebound he nails him with a spinning spinebuster. Blade rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair and one of the trash cans full of light tubes and brings them into the ring. he sets the can down and waffles Black with the chair as he is trying to get back to his feet. He then dumps the light tubes onto the mat and drags Black over and lays him on top of them. Alan Ducard: It looks like Blade is about to use Black's own weapon against him. Blade kicks Black in the face and and then grabs his sledgehammer and puts the chair across the chest of the fallen Black who is laying on the pile of light tubes. Greyson raises the sledgehammer into the air. Jimmy Yates: NO!!!!!!!!!! This could shatter Black's ribs and spine. Greyson swings down with the hammer, but Damien is able to roll away at the last second and the hammer slams into the light tubes sending glass shards everywhere. The power of the strike causes Blade to lose grip on the hammer and Damien tries to take advantage by going for a quick snap suplex, but Blade blocks it and lifts Black up and slams him chest first into the glass as Black rolls around in pain. His arm reaches out then he grabs his chest seemingly from the pain.Greyson goes to lift black to his feet but gets a hand full of thumbtacks thrown in his face. Black had seen the bag and grabbed it as he had been clutching his chest from the pain of the glass. Alan Ducard: Glass, now thumbtacks. Oh the humanity. Jimmy Yates: This definitely isn't for the weak at heart. Black gets up holding his chest with one arm and dumping the thumb tacks into the center of the ring with the other. black then whips Greyson into the corner turn buckle. He slams his face into the buckle a few times then lifts Blade up and sets him up on the top turn buckle. Damien follows behind him and grabs Greyson around the neck and bulldogs him into the center of the ring onto the glass and tacks. Black rolls blade over and goes for a pin. One Two Kick out Black can't believe his eyes and it seems neither can the crowd as they let out a collective gasp. Jimmy Yates: That ref should get hazard pay. Bryan Harris: That man is not human. Alan Ducard: Sometimes if you slay enough beasts, you start to become one. Damien is looking to finish things once and for all and grabs Greyson by the hair, but Blade spits a thumbtack in his face. Greyson gets to his feet and tosses Damien over the top rope to the outside. Greyson then steps over the top rope and follows him to the arena floor. Alan Ducard: Greyson sure is showing some determination, trying to prove that he hasn't lost a step even after losing the No Limits title to Issac at Destined for Greatness. Greyson goes for an Irish whip, but Black reverses it. Black whips Greyson into the steel steps knocking them loose from the ring post. He props up a groggy Blade on the bottom half of the steps still attached to the ring post then slides into the ring. he grabs his chain and swings it around Greyson's neck choking him between the chain and the ring post. He then ties the chain inside the ring as best he can to hold Blade in place. He then grabs the remaining trash can full of light tubes and drags it over to the corner where Blade is trying to pull the chain away from his neck. Alan Ducard: This is just Savage. Bryan Harris. I Like it. OH YEAH!!!!!!!! Jimmy Yates: Damn, we're going to get sued. Black pulls out of one of the light tubes and swings it like babe Ruth shattering it across Blade's chest. he grabs another and swings again this time shattering it across Blade's skull. Bryan Harris: Eat your heart out Hank Aaron. Laura yells at Damien to do it again and he just shoots here a death stare that wordlessly says, "What the hell did you think I was going to do?" Black reaches for another light tube, but Greyson struggles and kicks the trash can causing it to roll away from black. Black goes after it buying Greyson some time to try and loosen his bonds. When Black comes back with the can this time he grabs three light tubes and goes to swing them at Blade, but Blade gets a leg up and kicks them back into Black's face causing them to shatter and temporarily blind Damien. Alan Ducard: Blade working out of desperation there. Blade is finally able to get the chain off of his neck and rolls into the ring trying to catch his breath. Black is on his knees trying to wipe the glass off his face without rubbing it into his eyes anymore than it is. Laura goes to him to try and help, but he pushes her back. Jimmy Yates: Black seemingly doesn't want any help, especially from Laura. Bryan Harris: Well he wants to prove he can beat blade on his own, but he also isn't too happy about her beating Ezekiel at the Destined for Greatness pre-show. Black gets to his feet on the outside blood dripping from the front of his hair. Laura is in front of him trying to give him some advice, but Black pushes past her and climbs into the ring as Greyson gets up to his feet. Laura hops up on the apron and shouts something to Black. He looks at her and tells her to get down. Black turns around to focus on the match, but it is too late Greyson is coming at him full force and hits the KILLSHOT!. The momentum of the move forces Damien through the air flying back into the ropes where he bumps into Laura sending her flying off the apron. Luckily Chris Turner is in the right spot and reaches out and catches Laura right out of the air. Jimmy Yates: Things almost got ugly there. Bryan Harris: Blade should watch what he's doing Laura could have been seriously hurt. Jimmy Yates: Something tells me Greyson wasn't overly concerned about her safety of anyone in the Unholy Alliance for that matter. Alan Ducard: We've seen Blade finish off quite a few people with that move, but it doesn't look like he's done. He looks like a man possessed. Greyson wipes the blood out of his eyes and drags Black to the center of the ring and hoists him up into the air. For a moment it looks like Blade is about to go for the Outlaw Drop, but when he gorilla presses black instead of tossing him back ward he pulls him down with all his might slamming him back first across his knee pushing down across Black's neck and knee as he does. Jimmy Yates: It looks like Black just got Outlaw'd. Blade pushes Black off his knee to the mat and covers him hooking the leg. One... Two... Three!! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... GRRRREYSON.... BLADE!!!!! Alan Ducard: What a hard fought match between two VERY tough competitors, and I hate to say it, but you have to wonder what might've happened differently if it weren't for Laura Depp and Chris Turner being at ringside. Jimmy Yates: I don't think you can blame either one of them for wanting to cheer on their associate! After all, Laura Depp IS Damien Black's manager. She won that right at the pre-show. Bryan Harris: Damien Black is one tough S.O.B., and I think the things that transpired here at the end of the match took him off his game. Alan Ducard: Well Greyson Blade is the former No Limits Champion, and it has been nearly a year since Damien Black has been in a No Limits style match... so it was a tall order from the start. Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw has made his way up the ramp, now, and as Damien Black heads that way as well, you can see that he's certainly not happy with the way things transpired... Bryan Harris: Yeah, and you know who doesn't look to be very concerned about it? Chris Turner and Laura Depp. Jimmy Yates: I don't know about that... I think they're both just more worried about making sure that Laura isn't hurt after her fall off the apron. Alan Ducard: I think she'll be just fine, and so now tonight's show is coming to a close...
Bryan Harris: I was beginning to wonder if he'd forgotten about the belt... Jimmy Yates: With what he did to John Thomas earlier tonight, I figured he didn't plan on just leaving it here. His outward appearance is as focused and determined as it was when he came out at Destined For Greatness, and his walk is just as calculating. Heading straight for the announce booth, X-Calibur smirks as he sees his LEGACY World Championship still sitting there. Unruffled... and untouched. Alan Ducard: It’s yours, laddie. Take it already! Looking around at the crowd, X-Calibur nods and then picks the championship belt up off of the table. Bryan Harris: Thank God almighty! I was gettin’ tired of seeing that thing in front of us. It brings nothing but trouble if you ask me. Jimmy Yates: For once, I totally agree with you, Bry. Almost satisfied... like he expected to see the championship still sitting there on the table... X-Calibur rolls underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, but not before grabbing a microphone from the time keeper’s table. Holding the championship belt at his side, X-Calibur looks around at everybody and waits for his music to fade out. Once it does, he raises the microphone up to his mouth like he’s going to speak... but doesn’t. He holds it there for a few moments until the audience begins chanting his name again, encouraging their hero to say something. Anything. Alan Ducard: C’mon, X... tell us whatever it is you want to tell us! Just when it looked like he was going to say something, he drops the microphone onto the mat and shakes his head. That’s when all of a sudden the lights inside the Pacific Coliseum cut to black. Bryan Harris: Jesus... somebody pay the bill already. ANYBODY. A spotlight descends on the entrance area and the crowd buzzes wondering
what’s to come next, especially since X-Calibur remains inside
of the ring with his LEGACY World Title firmly in his grasp, a welcome
change from the spot it had been sitting all evening . As “Iron
Man” by Black Sabbath begins to play throughout the arena, an
anticipatory chorus of cheers starts to
build. A few seconds pass and then as the song begins to build
out walks Devastation from behind the curtain. The championship belt draped across his shoulder, X-Calibur begins pacing back and forth. Then, smirking towards Devastation, X-Calibur picks up the microphone he had previously dropped to a rouse of cheers. Jimmy Yates: Yes! NOW say something!! X-Calibur: I know what you’re all thinking... you’re thinking... “X has lost it” or, “He’s off his meds”. Bryan Harris: Yeah, pretty much. The fans applaud this and X-Calibur lets everyone, including the former
World Champion standing outside of the ring, marinate in it. Devastation shakes his head at this. Alan Ducard: Ah.. well that explains some things then. Bryan Harris: Shh!! The fans roar at X-Calibur, some of them chanting his name while others
are content to listen to what he has to say. After a couple moments,
X continues. With a look of uncertainty, he shoots a glance at the title on his shoulder. X-Calibur: I don’t know. Ever since I’ve been in LEGACY I’ve been clawing my way up the ladder. CLAWING. Every single week. And you know what? Despite my ability to out-wrestle anybody in this organization [looks directly at Devastation] and entertain each [points at the crowd] and every [points at the camera] one of you enough to get you to spend your hard earned 39.95 or however much it is for a LEGACY PPV... despite my BEST efforts at living up to the “X-Calibur” name, it has felt like SUCH a slow rise. Like... like everybody has been trying to tame this unstoppable beast and prevent him from trampling everybody in his path. I mean, when I didn’t have Ron Bailey all up in my sh**, trying to upgrade from his rookie status, I got Rob Belote’s baby boy, disrespecting MY “legacy” and trying to discredit MY accomplished past. X-Calibur shakes his head, obviously frustrated with a plethora of things. X-Calibur: After all the sh** I went through. With Greg Allocca... and more specifically, with Crash. After how, pretty much every show, somebody would just up and take something from me that I worked so hard in attaining... after dealing with these scumbag thieves in the night on a STRIFELY basis. After all the retribution everyone wanted to see unfold for the constant heartache I endured... and how I GAVE it to them by winning the Hawkins Memorial Tournament... after ALL OF THIS... there are people out there who want to question MY integrity. Ignorant people like... like YOU, Devastation. After cheering him on for so long, they immediately boo his last statement. Not at he, but from being completely appalled over the fact that someone would do such a thing. X-Calibur: I’m not entirely sure how this got started... whether some retard... I’m sorry FX, [air quotes]... “special needs person” on the internet took a look at my past and decided it would be funny to start a rumor on “the insider” and the idea just caught on so well that it spread across the nation... or whether the Diabolik themselves started dropping hints to people in the locker room similarly to how they did it with Cronos. I don’t really know. But I’ll tell you one thing... I’ve had ENOUGH. And starting TONIGHT, the time for asking “questions” is over... and the time for getting some “answers”, has BEGUN. Rest assured people, as long as I keep this title out in the open, letting it teeter on the edges of somebody else’s possession, you WILL get an answer. Just...ask...John. X-Calibur laughs at this and watches Devastation follow his every move from the outside, almost as if he beckoned X-Calibur to try something similar. X-Calibur: Dev... Man to man... I respect you as a wrestler. Hell, I think you’re better than Stephen Rawlings and maybe on par with John Iley. I mean, I watched you beat Ron Bailey in that match you had... on the [stinging extra emphasis] PRE SHOW...but as for a world title contender? We’ll see. I beat you in that three-way with Jake, and if you want, I’ll beat your f***ing ass again.. The crowd erupts but Devastation grows extremely frustrated with X-Calibur and does his best to remain calm and collected and not climb into the ring and beat him senseless. X-Calibur: So, ACE... since you’re the only one who’s shown any interest in actually WANTING to fight me? Since you’re probably the gutsiest motherf***er I’ve come across in a long while? I’ll give you your shot at the belt. But, if you think... FOR ONE SOLITARY SECOND... that you can BEAT ME?! Man... you know what I say to that?! X-Calibur raises his title with one arm into the air. Looking down at Devastation outside of the ring, a smirk slumps its way to his lips. X-Calibur: I say BULLSH*T! Dropping his microphone again, “Harvester of Sorrow” starts to play and X-Calibur looks out at the audience. Some of them are cheering on Devastation or X-Calibur solely; clapping out of respect for the master technicians ... but the majority of the crowd are cheering the match that has just been agreed upon between the two competitors for the LEGACY World Title. The parting shot of the evening is X-Calibur and Devastation standing about three feet from each other, X-Calibur holding the World championship up between them. |
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