Recent Traditions

As the cameras open up to this broadcast of STRIFE, X-Calibur is standing in the center of the ring with the LEGACY World Championship slung over his shoulder. There is no heavy pumping theme music... and there is a conspicuously quieted hush in the crowd as no one knows what to expect from X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: So... this SuperCard is off to an inauspicious start.

Bryan Harris: Looks like X has something to say... yet, he isn’t holding a microphone..?

Jimmy Yates: I have a feeling his “actions” will do all the talking right here, if anything he’s said through out the week is any indication.

Dressed in pair of brand new never-been-seen-before wrestling pants; a dark green dragon curling around a broadsword on his right leg and a dark green tribal “X” on the left one; his left hand taped heavily in black, and his elbows clad in black elbow pads with green “X’s” at the point of each one, X-Calibur appears ready for business. His shoulder length dark brown hair is loose-flowing, and his goatee is trimmed and professionally shaped into “jagged edges”, literally giving him a “sharp” physical appearance.

All of a sudden, X-Calibur removes the championship belt from his shoulder and holds it high into the air. Cameras from every which direction explode onto the scene, and X-Calibur basks in the sudden illumination. Looking over to the announce table, X-Calibur lowers the championship belt and steps between the middle and top rope, exiting onto the apron. Stepping down to the outside mat, X-Calibur points at the announce team and then at his own championship belt.

Bryan Harris: Oh c’mon... again?!

Jimmy Yates: Looks that way, Bryan.

Alan Ducard: If I were you two, I would just GO with it.

X-Calibur lays the championship belt carefully across the announce table so that the faceplate is resting on the LEGACY logo that is tattooed across the company issued table covering. Straightening out the leather straps on both sides and gently rubbing his hands across the gold plates, X-Calibur nods with a satisfied look on his face.

Walking away from the championship, “Harvester of Sorrow” begins playing on the announce system, and X-Calibur raises his left fist in the air. Looking a bit more congenial towards the crowd this week, X-Calibur actually bumps fists and exchanges hard slaps with a few of the fans outstretching their arms. Stopping right in front of an “I Believe in Eryk Van Warren.” sign that is decorated similarly to Harvey Dent’s sign in The Dark Knight by an enthusiastic fan, X-Calibur gives the fan recognition for his creativity. Heading up the ramp way, X-Calibur looks out at the screaming audience, obviously very pumped up and excited for the show to begin unfolding.

Jimmy Yates: So he does it again.

Bryan Harris: Something tells me someone’s ass is going to be beat again, tonight... how many matches are there tonight?

Jimmy Yates: Like... seven?

Alan Ducard: It’s going to be a long night, gents. A long night indeed..

Making An Impact

“Two men…walking the same path
Heading towards the same goal
But never at the same time”

The TV finally comes on and you see clips of Eli Storm and Adam Davis competing in their various feds. Always there at the same time, but never really dealing with each other. Both men earning praise and both men able to reach the top of the mountain.

I, I know your every move
I've heard you every word
I know you well
And I've
Got nothing left to prove
Your threats I find absurd
I am your hell

“And Your SHOOT Project World Heavyweight Champion, “The Incredible One” Eli Storm.”

Your see Eli drop to his knees clutching the World Title from a different organization.

“And your new OPW CHAMPION!!!! ADAM DAVIS!!!”

You see Adam Davis being handed the OPW Title.

Everytime, you think that I'm done
I'll come back stronger (come back stronger)
Everytime, you think that you've got me
I will fight you
And I will put you in the ground

“One man…a 40 year old Veteran trying to reclaim a glory thought lost to him. Trying to once again regain the shine, many have thought to be faded away for good. The other man…carving his legacy through this sport. Living up to the hype that would of crushed lesser men. His time is now and seems to know no end.”

The clips switch to Storm’s various matches here in Legacy. His feud with Rocky all the way to his brutal match with Crazy Boy. They fade away to the clips of Davis’ first match in Legacy to Adam winning the ToV Championship.

I will fight
'Til there's nothing left
'Til my legs are gone
You won't forget me

And I will fight
'Til my final breath
Just to see you fall
I'll make you fear me

You now see various clips of Adam Davis nailing the Cold Shoulder and Eli Storm hitting the Ratings Boost.

“Two of the most impactful moves in the sport. The Cold Shoulder. A move, a finisher meant to put you down and keep you down for the count. The Ratings Boost, a Finisher meant to show the flash and the power of one of wrestling’s most talented cruiserweights. Either move can be hit anywhere and at any time.”

Everytime, you think I'm done
I'll come back stronger (come back stronger)
And everytime, you think that you've got me
I will fight you
And I will put you in the ground

You see Eli Storm in the gym, working a punching bag. He is throwing kicks, knees, elbows and punches at the bag. With each shot he throws you see he is not looking at the bag but the picture of Adam Davis on the wall behind the bag.

“One man trying to defend what is his and another trying to claim what is owed.
Both wanting to prove a point and send a message.”

You now can see Adam Davis standing in the ring with the belt over his shoulder. He flashes a wicked grin at the camera as he waves towards it as if saying, come and get it.

I will fight
'Til there's nothing left
'Til my legs are gone
You won't forget me

Adam Davis: “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.”

Everytime, you think that I'm done
I'll come back stronger (come back stronger)
Everytime, you think that you've got me
I will fight you

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.”

Everytime, you think that I'm done
I'll come back stronger (come back stronger)
Everytime, you think that you've got me
I will fight you

“Can Adam Davis once again prove why he is the most sought after wrestler in the business today. Or will Eli Storm, in front of his hometown of Calgary, Alberta, Canada, show that he is still truly Incredible.”

I will fight

Til there’s nothing left

Til my leg are gone

Adam Davis vs. Eli Storm

You won’t forget me…

Tao of Valor Championship Match
Last Man Standing

The TV screen returns to static as the video begins to fade.

Tao of Valor Championship Last Man Standing Match Adam Davis © vs Eli Storm

Alan Ducard: Tonight we’ll be kicking off our Super Card wrestling action with the Tao of Valor Championship on the line as Adam Davis looks for another token as he takes on Eli Storm in a Last Man Standing match.

Jimmy Yates: It’s The Cold Shoulder against The Ratings Boost as these two have two of the leading high impact finishing maneuvers in LEGACY today. I have to think both guys are going to have to rely heavily on those moves to try and get the knock out in this match.

Bryan Harris: You know Jimbo I don’t agree with you on almost anything, but I have to agree with you on that particular point. This is a Last Man Standing match in the ToV division, not No Limits. The rules of the ring will still apply here, so this won’t be as easy as crushing your opponents head with a sledgehammer, and beating them into the canvas with a steel chair.

Alan Ducard: The history, the moves, the gold on the line? It’s all shaping up to be a great opener to the Super Card, so let’s take you now to the highlights.

Start of Match Footage

As the scene comes to life we see Eli Storm and Adam Davis both struggling to get back to their feet. Both fighters have been beating each other into oblivion with Eli Storm using a strike based offense centered on knee strikes and flurries of kicks. Davis on the other hand has focused more on a grappling game, working on using suplexes and other moves such as neckbreakers that will soften up the challenger.

Davis pushes up to his feet as Storm uses the ropes in the corner to bring his body back to a vertical base. Davis charges Storm, but Eli uses the ropes to elevate and catch Davis in the jaw with a big kick. Adam staggers back from the shot, and Storm pushes up to the second rope. Eli immediately leaps from his perch and connects with a flying back elbow on Davis, taking him to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: Eli Storm does have the speed advantage over Adam Davis, and he’s making the most of here late in this contest.

Jimmy Yates: The official counts have been getting longer and longer, and I’m not sure how much either man has left to give in this match, especially after their trip outside the ring.

Alan Ducard: The ring apron and the ring posts came into play and both guys were able to get seven counts on moves once they returned to the squared circle, and I think both guys are looking now for that big move that could end this contest.

Bryan Harris: Ratings Boost. I’m telling you if Eli can hit it, this match will be over.

Alan Ducard: Storm now alternating punches and knees on Davis, driving him back to the ring ropes. Eli trying for the Irish whip, but Davis reverses. Storm back on the rebound, and superki-no! Davis catches and there’s a big clothesline, driving Storm straight to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: The Champion’s counter-wrestling abilities were definitely on display with that move. It can be argued that he’s not quite as technically sound as say Devastation, he’s still one of the best, and I dare say his all around game might be the best in LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: Go ahead and give him credit Jimbo. That’s going to make it all the more impressive when Eli Storm walks out of this match with the ToV title around his waist.

Davis pulls Storm to his feet, and drives an elbow down into the back of Eli’s skull. Davis immediately hooks the arm, and takes Eli up and over with the quick suplex. Davis holds the arm, and spins back to his feet and hits a second suplex. The Champion then spins both men back up to a vertical base, but instead of a third suplex, he flips Eli up onto his shoulders… Eli squirms… Davis starts to shove him off…

Jimmy Yates: COLD SHOULDER!

Jimmy Yates: Davis went for The Cold Shoulder, and I’m not sure if Eli caught the full brunt of it because he almost broke free from Adam’s grasp, but you still have to think that the impact on the head and neck is devastating.

Bryan Harris: I think The Iceman realizes he might not have hit it flush, but he’s back on his feet, and Leonard Nolan is checking the count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Jimmy Yates: That would have been a victory in a normal pinfall-style match up, but this is last man standing, and it looks as if Eli is starting to come around.

FIVE

SIX

Bryan Harris: Storm is starting to drag himself to his feet ..

SEVEN

EIGHT

Alan Ducard: Storm is back to his feet, but Davis is there to catch him immediately with a forearm to the side of the head. Storm goes down instantly, and Davis pulls him roughly to his feet, and there’s a toss to the turnbuckles. Davis charging in and Storm throws his leg up and catches him with the super kick!

Bryan Harris: Down goes Davis! The Champion is out, but Storm isn’t instructing the official to count it, he’s pulling Davis to his feet?

Alan Ducard: Storm pulls Davis to his feet, and Davis is out of it. Storm hits the ropes and … RUNNING RATINGS BOOST!

Bryan Harris: He just spiked Davis into that canvas head first with that running flip piledriver!

Jimmy Yates: Not quite the full impact that the move would be if he hit it regularly, but a big impact nevertheless, and Davis is down!

Jimmy Yates: Leonard Nolan moves in to make the count and we could have a new champion right here.

Alan Ducard: Eli Storm is up and he’s catching his breath as he stands over Davis …

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Bryan Harris: Davis isn’t moving; get that new name plate ready for the title. It’s going to say Eli Storm!

FIVE

SIX

Jimmy Yates: Davis is starting to move, and Storm can’t believe it.

SEVEN

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe it Jimbo!

EIGHT

Alan Ducard: Adam Davis is rolling up to his knees!

NINE

Alan Ducard: Davis is standing! Adam Davis is standing, and this crowd is cheering for that effort. Eli Storm can’t believe it and there’s a kick to the midsection from Storm, RATINGS no! Davis catches him and keeps him from going over and he reverses with an Alabama Slam-type spinebuster!

Jimmy Yates: Both men are down now Alan. Eli is holding his back in agony and Davis is still clutching his head from The Ratings Boost. These guys are giving all they have for the ToV Championship. What a match to kick off the Super Card!

Bryan Harris: They are giving it all, which means the loser of this match is going to have to deal with the fact that on this night his best wasn’t enough to bring home the gold.

After the spinebuster, Davis is the first man back to his feet, and he pulls Storm to his feet. Davis fires off a series of right hands before sending Eli off on the Irish whip. On the rebound Storm ducks a clothesline, and leaps up for a hurricanrana, but Davis blocks the attempt, spins Storm around on his shoulders, and then drops him forward with an electric chair drop.

Alan Ducard: Usually we see the hurricanrana reversed into a powerbomb, but Davis shows some in-ring creativity there, perhaps catching Storm off guard.

Bryan Harris: He may have caught Eli off guard there, but I’m sure the challenger has a few more tricks up his sleeve before this one is over.

Jimmy Yates: You never know exactly what to expect from either Davis or Storm for that matter, which is a credit to the ToV division as a whole. It’s excellent wrestling with a few surprises for the fans.

As Storm tries to recover from move, Davis pulls Storm to his feet and then knees him in the face before hitting a spinning neckbreaker.

Alan Ducard: Davis targeting the neck here, but both fighters are slow to get up here in the late stages. They’ve been just dissecting each other the whole time. Davis is still up first and in control, boot to the gut … he’s going for his double underhook piledriver, Clarity!

Bryan Harris: Wait! No, Storm trips up Davis!

Storm grabs the legs and flips Davis up and face first into the turnbuckles. Davis staggers back into Storm, who leaps up and catches him with a lungblower/backstabber!

Jimmy Yates: Beautiful impact reversal from Storm, but now he’s leaving the ring?

Alan Ducard: He could go for the count here gentlemen, but he’s leaving the ring, and poking around underneath the apron here, and he’s got a table!

Jimmy Yates: What’s he doing? He can’t use a table in a match like this, he could be disqualified!

Bryan Harris: Storm has the table back inside the ring now, and Leonard Nolan better not screw this up like a lot of officials. If a guy wants to get disqualified, let him use the weapon, don’t take it away from him, you aren’t his mother or baby sitter, you’re there to decide the match.

Alan Ducard: It looks as if the official is heading your advice Bryan, as Nolan hasn’t attempted to stop the challenger, who is now placing the table across the top rope, and using the legs to clamp it down in that position.

Jimmy Yates: I have a bad, bad feeling about this Alan.

Storm knees Davis in the head, and then proceeds to lift up The Champion and place him on the table over the ropes. Storm then crawls up the table and pulls Davis up, and he motions to the crowd to give it up for what he’s about to do.

Bryan Harris: A running Ratings Boost wouldn’t do it, how about one from top turnbuckle height!

Jimmy Yates: Here it comes … RATINGS… NO!

As Eli flips, Davis scoops and catches Storm up into the fireman’s carry. The crowd screams as Davis leaps off the table, getting as much height as he can with Eli’s body over him, and at the apex of the leap, he spins Storm off ….

Alan Ducard: COLD SHOULDER! COLD SHOULDER! DAVIS HITS IT!

Jimmy Yates: FROM MORE THAN TOP ROPE HEIGHT!

Bryan Harris: Dang it! I wanted to see The Ratings Boost … come on Storm get up!

Alan Ducard: Both men are down in the middle of the ring, and Leonard Nolan is beginning to count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

Jimmy Yates: Adam Davis is stirring …

SEVEN

Bryan Harris: Come on Eli get up!

EIGHT

Jimmy Yates: Adam is up to his knees!

NINE

Jimmy Yates: Davis is standing!

TEN!

Alan Ducard: Adam Davis retains!

The crowd cheers a Davis, breathing heavily stands a bit wobbily over Storm, and Leonard Nolan gets the belt from the time keeper and proceeds to hand it to Davis, who even though battle worn, defiantly gives the fallen Storm the “dirt off yo shoulda” motion.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and still Tao of Valor Champion … “The Iceman” Adam Davis!!!

Alan Ducard: An excellent match with an unbelievable finish – what more can you ask for to open the show?

Bryan Harris: How about a new champion?

Jimmy Yates: Storm was close Bryan, but tonight was just Adam’s night. If Storm hits the Ratings Boost off that table we have a new champion. Davis just had the counter tonight to bring home the gold.

First and Final Strategizing

The final preparations for the upcoming match, Cronos Diamante and Voodoo are backstage talking to one another, and suddenly Stephen Rawlings shows up, decked out in his full ring gear. His body language tells you that he’s obviously not in a good mood, but he has something to say.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey listen up....

Cronos turns and looks at his partner for the evening and Rawlings just keeps on talking.

Stephen Rawlings: You and I both know that I want to wrestle this match without you, but the front office has FORCED me into being a team player... But seeing as how the front office hasn't done anything for me lately... I haven't decided on if I will do that yet! Just be prepared. Be on your A game... Because if I decide to play nice and let you have a chance at playing a part in MY victory....

Stephen’s eyes narrow.

Stephen Rawlings: I don't want you screwing it up! GOT IT?

Cronos just shakes his head, almost in disbelief at how arrogant Rawlings is being, but he doesn’t verbally respond as Stephen walks off.

Cronos Diamante: Can you believe that guy?

Voodoo: If he weren’t your partner for tonight, I would’ve kicked his teeth down his throat for talking to us like that.

Cronos starts nodding, and then pats Voodoo on the shoulder.

Cronos Diamante: I gotta go hit the head, I’ll catch up with you in a bit.

Voodoo nods, and Cronos walks off.

Misunderstandings

Near the catering table, Ron Bailey is laying on the floor, his arm stretched in the grasp of Mostafa Bashir. Helena Fitzgerald runs into the scene, yelling and waving her hands.

Helena Fitzgerald: Get off him! Somebody get some help over here!!

Picking up a muffin off the table, Helena throws it at Mostafa Bashir, who relinquishes the hold, and both of them get to their feet, but not before Helena Fitzgerald pelts Mostafa with a cluster of grapes. As Miss Fitzgerald picks up a banana, Ron steps in and keeps her from throwing it.

Ron Bailey: Whoa, whoa, no need for all that.

Helena looks confused.

Helena Fitzgerald: What?! He was attacking you, and I stopped him!

Ron smirks and then shakes his head.

Ron Bailey: No, he wasn’t attacking me… Not exactly, anyway. Since I didn’t have a match tonight, I decided to walk around and talk to some people, including my new pal Mostafa, here. I was just telling him that I think he could do even better if he had some Brazilian Jiu Jitsu training, so I was just showing him a little armbar here.

Frustrated, Helena looks at Mostafa, then glares at Ron.

Helena Fitzgerald: Ronald, by doing this, you put yourself into a very bad position, one which could have resulted in your injury, which would have made my job of making you a champion very difficult. Now if you don’t mind, I have some important people who you need to meet.

Mostafa Bashir: Yes, and you can find something else to do with that piece of fruit.

Her eyes growing as wide as possible, Helena looks at Mostafa Bashir with complete shock, and then she walks off.

Helena Fitzgerald: Come, now, Ronald!

Watching as she goes, Ron pats Mostafa on the shoulder.

Ron Bailey: We’ll continue this another day.

Mostafa nods, and then Ron runs off, following.

Finding Opportunities

We find ourselves in one of the backstage locker rooms—specifically that of LEGACY's female competitor, Laura Seton. As we look in, we see her in a navy blue tracksuit with yellow trim. Her brown hair is worn down and we see a small black scrunchie around her right wrist. A soft piece of mellow music plays in the background—an indeterminable song—as she settles into a black office-style chair in front of a small round oaken table. On top of the table sits a portable DVD player, which she switches on, but before she can get in to whatever it is she wants to watch, there's a powerful knock at her door. She quickly swivels her head to look behind as the door opens. In the doorway stands Chris Turner wearing his Air Awesomo T-shirt. He walks over to the table and tosses it aside... He then grabs Laura and slams her into the locker.

Chris Turner: You better start explaining right now!!!!

Laura seemingly has no clue what's ticked him off this time and her expression certainly shows it.

Laura: Explain WHAT!?

Chris Turner: Don't play the clueless game with me b*tch!

Laura: NOW what's the problem? Every time I see you something's gone wrong—and of course it's always my fault.

Laura rolls her eyes, and Chris lets go of her as he walks over to the door to slam it shut. He then walks back over to Laura and bends down close to her and talks right into her face.

Chris Turner: You betrayed me!

Laura lets out a huff.

Laura: We already DISCUSSED this! I wanted time to myself—and I'm sorry I hurt you like that...

Chris punches the locker causing Laura to flinch.

Chris Turner: That's NOT what I mean! I've been thinking about it since last Strife... I thought... Why the hell did Damien get a No Limits match?

Laura: I don't know? Because he's good?

Chris can't contain himself and begins to laugh hysterically

Chris Turner: OH HELL NO!

Laura: Because there's no one else left to defend the title against? (takes a sigh) I have no clue...what are you asking me for anyways? I don't make the matches.

Chris Turner: YES YOU DO!!! STOP LYING!!!! Stephen told me so... So I would leave him alone! He said that if you have a manager they are responsible for signing the matches for their wrestlers... And hello? WHO manages Damien??? YOU! SO SPILL IT!

Laura lets her emotions get ahead of her

Laura: WHAT THE FFFFF....

She quickly realizes the situation and takes a second to calm down—though we look in her eyes and can see she is still irritated, not realizing what's going on.

Laura: I didn't sign a thing. Six years ago you would have trusted my word on that. (mockingly) "Stephen told me so." (going to her regular tone) I know he's your cousin, but for real, you sound like you have a voice in your head. I seriously don't know what you're talking about. I've gotten YOU matches for the next couple shows and I've TALKED with Damien a couple times but that's it.

Chris Turner: Swear on by however many aborted babies you've had?

Laura: (still ticked) It's hard to have a baby when you've never been inseminated...(shakes her head to get back on topic), that's not the point. Yes, I swear!

Turner: Well... Then... Who the hell DID get him the match?

Laura: Beats me. I can find out if you want, since I AM the real manager and that's part of my job, I guess--but don't expect an immediate answer.

Chris squints his eyes and stares at her curiously.

Chris Turner: NO!!!!!!!!!! I'll take care of this one! It's time to PLAY DETECTIVE!

He rushes out of the locker room, and then quickly comes back in.

Chris Turner: Don't embarrass the team with your match tonight!

He leaves again, leaving Laura all alone.

Justin Moreno vs Matthew Dawson

Jimmy Yates: The second match of the night is not just a debut match for Matthew Dawson, but it should also be a very heated contest, as Justin Moreno steps into the ring with a member of The Entourage for the first time following the aftermath of the Tao of Valor Championship match at Destined for Greatness 2008.

Alan Ducard: It’s easy to see why Justin Moreno would be highly motivated going into this match. We’ve not seen Derek Shane since he was slammed through our announce table with the biggest M-80 flip urinage we’ve ever seen from Justin Moreno, but we have seen and heard from The Entourage, and the battle of words between these two individuals was center stage.

Bryan Harris: Well Justin Moreno wasn’t too happy that The Entourage showed up and ran him down on two straight shows, but stepping up to try to take them on as brashly as he is? I think it’s a mistake. Like him or not, Derek Shane has found ways to win matches since showing up on the LEGACY roster, so the rest of these Entourage guys, I think they’re probably cut from a similar mold, the kind of guys who find ways to get things done, especially with the management structure we’ve seen from them. Guidance shouldn’t be a problem, and so I don’t think Justin Moreno is going to be able to out-strategize them.

Alan Ducard: The other thing coming into this match that I’m looking forward to seeing is the overall skill level of Matthew Dawson. I’ve heard some good things about what he was able to do back on the OPW roster, but we’ll see how he does against a VERY motivated Justin Moreno, who looks to get a measure of revenge as he attempts to get back on track to try to regain the Tao of Valor Championship.

Jimmy Yates: Well let’s get to the footage to see how this thing turned out.

Start of Match Footage

Moreno rebounds off the ropes and baseball slides between Dawson's legs and then spins around and sweeps Dawson off his feet. Dawson falls back, but throws his legs over his shoulders and uses the momentum to roll up to his feet and level Moreno with a clothesline as he stands up. Photographers on the outside take pictures of the action and Dawson takes a brief moment to pose before laying the boots into Moreno.

Alan Ducard: We often see photographers from many different wrestling publications at ringside during LEGACY events but it seems like their are even more than usual tonight. There's people from Pro Wrestling independent, Wrestling Weekly, Between the ropes, and even Baseball magazine here to document Dawson's return to the ring.

Bryan Harris: You hear that Jimmy, Dawson is a crossover star. I bet the Yankees try and sign him on for next season.

Jimmy Yates: Baseball magazine is actually a Japanese wrestling publication.

Bryan Harris: People tell me I don't make sense that's ridiculous.

Dawson then picks Moreno up and goes for a suplex, but it's blocked. Dawson tries again and it's blocked again. Moreno then reveres it into a roll up, and the ref drops to make the count.

One

Two

kick out.

Dawson quickly gets to his feet and backs towards a corner to regain his composure as Elena Pisk is on the outside yelling that Moreno grabbed the tights. The commentary team is unusually quiet as Moreno gets to his feet and stares across the ring at Dawson. All of a sudden there is some static on the screen and picture goes black and white and we hear a familiar robot voice.

Robot Voice: Don't attempt to adjust your television sets, what you are seeing is only natural. This is LEGACY WRESTLING THEATRE 6000.

A LWT6K graphic glides across the screen at the bottom we see the silhouette of a row of chairs and 3 human outlines and a robot.

Robot Voice: This is Crow T. Robot. With me here tonight for this edition of LEGACY WRESTLING THEATRE 6000 is international star John James, the man with the muscle, shadow, and the film legend Derek Shane. Fans may recall on my last show we once had a Derek Shane marathon. now let's get back to the action.

Back in the ring Moreno and Dawson lock up in the center of the ring Dawson pulls Moreno into a side headlock and then lifts him up and delivers an atomic drop .

Crow T. Robot: It's the dreaded urple nurple, and the wedgie goes atomic.

Moreno holds his back in pain. He turns around as Dawson goes for a dropkick, but Moreno is able to think quick and swat him out of the air.

Crow T. Robot: Shooooooooooo fly don't bother me.

Moreno drops an elbow to Dawson's back then grabs his arms puts a foot between his legs and lifts Dawson up into a Mexican surfboard.

John James: He doesn't even look Mexican?

Derek Shane: Yeah, but in a moment he's about to get deported.

Dawson refuses to give up, and eventually Moreno releases the hold. He picks Dawson up and slams him down in the center of the ring and delivers a quick leg drop and then points towards the top rope which gets a loud cheer from the fans. Moreno runs towards the corner running up the turnbuckles and jumping off for a moonsault, but Elena reaches into the ring and grabs Dawson's foot and yanks causing him to roll out of the way. The ref watching Moreno doesn't see this and Moreno lands chest first on the bare mat.

Shadow: Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dawson crawls over to Moreno and drapes an arm across his chest.

One...

Two...

Kick out!

Dawson gets to his feet and grabs Moreno by the arm and whips him into the ropes catching Moreno on the rebound with a back body drop. Dawson then pulls Moreno up to his feet and wraps his arms around him.

Crow T. Robot: Nothing wrong with a little bro love.

Shadow: I don't think he swings that way, mate.

Crow T. Robot: I ain't your mate, fag.

Shadow: You’re a cigarette.

Dawson grabs Moreno's wrist and hits the wrist clutch exploder. He quickly goes for a cover and hooks the leg.

One...

Two...

Thre...no Moreno gets his foot on the bottom rope.

Moreno gives Dawson an elbow to the jaw and then an uppercut as he fights his way to his feet, but Dawson gives him an old fashioned thumb to the eye and pulls him into a side head lock.

Crow T. Robot: Momma warned him if he got the red rocket BB gun he'd shoot his eye out , but did he listen?

Dawson spins Moreno around and is about to go for an inverted atomic drop when Moreno headbutts him. Dawson tumbles back a half step, but Moreno runs forward and nails him with an Enziguri sending him face first to the mat.

Crow T. Robot: It's GOOOOD! 3 points.

Moreno takes a minute to catch his breath and sends a knee into the face of Dawson. Moreno then pulls Dawson up and sends him into the ropes. Dawson rebounds and ducks a clothesline, but reaches back and grabs Moreno by the back of the head for a neck breaker. Both men are down in the center of the ring. Dawson slowly gets to his feet and heads to the corner.

Dawson attempts to climb the turnbuckle but Moreno kips up to his feet and sneaks up behind him lifting him onto his shoulder into an electric chair type position, but Moreno reaches up and pulls Dawson's head down and hits a jumping piledriver. Moreno goes for the cover.

One…

Two…

Having been in pinning position without a shoulder-out for more than three seconds, Moreno hops to his feet about to celebrate when he sees the ref pointing at Dawson's foot under the bottom rope. Jacob Fudrucker waves his arms saying no and again points to Dawson's foot and orders the match to continue. Moreno shakes his head and pulls Dawson to the center of the ring and gives him a kick to the ribs before heading to the top rope. Moreno possibly looking to go for the Extreme Measures 450 splash when a camera man in a PWI hoodie and sun glasses hops up on the apron.

Crow T. Robot: I'm ready for my close up Mr. DeMille.

The camera man quickly snaps a series of photos with a quick flash. The flash blinds Moreno causing him to lose his balance and fall off the turnbuckle.

Derek Shane: Damn paparazzi.

Dawson quickly takes the advantage as he grabs Moreno and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle as Elena Pisk shoos the photographer away and threatens him if he dare take another picture of Dawson. The photographer pulls his camera close and runs off towards the back.

Shane lifts Moreno up onto his shoulders and does a moonsault fall away slam known as the ultimate highlight. Moreno hits the mat with a thud and with Dawson's weight down on top of him, cushioning the blow for Dawson as he hooks the leg.

One…

Two…

Three.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner... The Highlight Of The Night... Matthew... DAWSON!!!

Crow T. Robot: Yo, Adrian. We did it!

Elena gets into the ring to celebrate with Dawson as the crowd boos. The boos get even louder as we see Derek Shane make his way down the ramp and get into the ring to celebrate with Dawson.

Crow T. Robot: Wait a minute, how are you here, and there at the same time?

Derek Shane: That's the magic of the movies my friend, it's called post production.

Derek Shane motions toward the fallen Moreno. Dawson and Shane charge at Moreno, a pair of sun glasses fall out of Shane's back pocket and he quickly kicks them out of the ring. Moreno just barely rolls out of the ring avoiding a beat down from Shane and Dawson. He grabs a chair and is about to go back into the ring when security comes out to break things up. Moreno makes his way to the back upset about his loss knowing something seems fishy and the Entourage members continue to celebrate to a chorus of boos from the fans before making their way to the back.

Crow T. Robot: Hit the button Frank.

Shadow: The name is Shadow, not Frank.

Crow T. Robot: Just hit the button.

We here a beep noise as the button is pressed and the screen fades to black, before fading back in to the new scene, back in glorious color.

Medical Emergency

We cut backstage where we find a crowd of road agents, standing above crouched medical professionals. The cameraman moves in and looks down through the mess, where we find a man laid out on the ground. His hair is in dreadlocks, he’s wearing a Biohazard shirt, and most of you will recognize him as the person most closely associated to Cronos Diamante.

Alan Ducard: Hey, that’s Voodoo, and he’s been knocked out cold!

Jimmy Yates: And I think we know exactly who was behind this!

Bryan Harris: Oh really, Master Detective, who would that be?

Alan Ducard: I don’t believe there’s much doubt that The Diabolik are behind this. Gryffin Anselm said two weeks ago that they wanted to get some vengeance on Voodoo, and because he refused to get into the ring for tonight’s tag match, I guess this is their repayment.

Bryan Harris: I guess this means he won’t be at ringside to cheer on Cronos and Rawlings later tonight, eh?

The camera tilts up, and off in the distance we see Big Lou standing, watching the scene with Tino and Giovanni at his side. As the camera zooms in, we see a smile on his face, and then the trio walk off.

Motivations

The now famous Tim Jones beer logo appears on the Legacy Jumbo Vision. It appears there for a second and then fades out as the speakers in the arena being to crank out…

You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin sh!t (you ain't knowin)
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin sh!t (you ain't knowin)

Then a picture of Tim Jones standing outside of the Key Arena in Seattle Is shown with a smile on his face..

In my eyes I done seen some crazy thangs in the streets
Gotta couple hoes workin on the changes for me
But I gotta keep my game tight like Kobe on game night
Like takin from a ho don't know no better, I know that ain't right
Done seen people killed, done seen people deal
Done seen people live in poverty with no meals

Then a few more pictures slide by of Tim in action in the ring

It's f*cked up where I live, but that's just how it is
It might be new to you, but it's been like this for years
It's blood sweat and tears when it come down to this sh!t
I'm tryin to get rich 'fore I leave up out this bitch
I'm tryin to have thangs but it's hard fo' a pimp
But I'm prayin and I'm hopin to God I don't slip, yeah

Then the famous Budweiser/Tim Jones logo re-appears and the camera focuses back on the entrance way and Tim Jones slowly walks out from behind the curtain, favoring his injured knee.

You know it's hard out here for a pimp (you ain't knowin)
When he tryin to get this money for the rent (you ain't knowin)
For the Cadillacs and gas money spent (you ain't knowin)
Because a whole lot of bitches talkin sh!t (you ain't knowin)
Will have a whole lot of bitches talkin sh!t (you ain't knowin)

The fans have a good reaction for Tim Jones as he walks out from behind the curtain; a solid cheer comes from the Calgary crowd. On the entrance way, Tim has on overcoat, which he takes off and gets a huge cheer from the fans as he revels under his coat his trademark black jeans, but a new addition to the wardrobe, a Calgary Flames jersey of Dion Phanuef. He kicks the coat off of the ramp and reaches down and picks up a steel chair that he set down a few seconds ago. Holding it with his left hand he slowly walks to the ring.

Standing right before the ring apron, Jones glances around the arena taking in the signs and all the fans. Tim slides the steel chair he brought with him into the ring. He slowly moves his way up the steel steps and maneuvers himself into the ring though the 2nd rope. Reaching back down he picks up the chair and slowly walks around the four ring posts of the ring, looking at each corner of the arena, savoring the fact that is even in the ring at the time.

Tim Jones is standing in the ring, overlooking the crowd, a few extended cheers for the Ladies Man as he looks out over the massive crowd. He walks over to the ropes and motions for the microphone. Handed to him between the middle ropes. He takes the microphone and lays the steel chair that he brought down to the ring at his feet. He takes one last fleeting glance down at the chair, a small but notable smile creeps across his face and he turns to address the fans.

Tim Jones: “I had a revelation last time you all saw me. I just want to get that out into the open right now. Many would call my act against Adam Davis frustration. Anger. Rage. Hatred. I don’t call it anything of the sort. I am going to be calling it a revelation. Now before I move on to explain this revelation to you and our television audience. I wonder if I look good in high def…

Tim chuckles a bit but then that stern smile comes back across his face…

Tim Jones: “ I got a plane last week and landed in Birmingham, Alabama. Now if your going to Birmingham and you’re not there for the food, you’re there for another reason. Mine was simple. Dr. James Andrews. I went down there to seek his medical opinion on my knee, and he more or less told me I was done, unless I went back on the shelf for another year or so. I asked him why, since I had two massive operations before, he simply put that the operations I had done were not as successful as I had was informed. They were not able to clear out all the scar tissue around my knee. They were not able to correctly fix my torn ACL. Its still has about a 10 percent tear in it. Dr. James Andrews suggested that take off the boots for another year…

Tim looks around the ring, and begins to shake his head…

Tim Jones: “I looked him dead in the eyes and said these boots will come off, when my body goes into a six foot box, in a six foot hole.”

Tim begins to unbuckle his pants and some of the ladies in the audience scream in joy and Tim does a little teasing and slowly lowers them off, reveling that he had on black bicycle shorts on, but the real reason, as you can see how his knee is heavily bandaged and is anchored on by a black brace

Tim Jones: “Dr. Andrews accepted this. He looked me in the eye and asked me if I was wanted to risk not being able to walk again. I said I would risk anything to be back in Legacy. I had missed too much time to want to take more time off. So we formulated a little plan. If you look real close on my knee here, not the good one of course, the bandaged one, that looks like something out of mummy 2, you see a little blood on the bandage. I had some post op surgery on the knee to clean out the rest of the scar tissue. Just doing that took the pain down from a 7 to like a 3 on the pain scale. Its going to hurt, but now I don’t have to have an unlimited prescription to vitacian to make my day all sunshine and bluebirds.”

Tim flexes the knee, and bends it a bit, then jumps up and down on it, actually shifting all the weight to that knee and the camera is focusing on his face during this, and not a hint of pain comes across the Ladies Man face.

Tim Jones: “My knee feels like it did 2 years ago. Not perfect, not like a normal knee, but functional. Dr. Andrews suggested I try and lay off some of the insane moves, keep rehabbing and when I'm ready to retire; he will take me and totally fix it up. It wont shelf me, but it will keep from being rolled around in a wheelchair or having to use a crutch to get from point A to point B when I do decide to step away from this business. I don’t see me stepping away in the near future, because I love this place…and I love you fans. You mean the world to me. You are the reason I'm doing this.

A huge cheer comes out of the stands after hearing this, Tim beings to tear up a bit getting a little emotional, but holds it back…

Tim Jones: “This brings me to my revelation. When I got this chair (holds up the chair for the fans to see…) and I cracked Adam Davis with it. It felt so good. It felt like I was on top of the world. I was releasing all my anger in the world. Towards my crappy doctors, towards Percy Wright for putting me in this situation and then leaving Legacy. It was very therapeutic. Now the story gets worse, since Adam I don’t think appreciated me waffling him with the chair and he turned around and got mad. I don’t blame him… I want to thank him. While I was lying there in pain, I heard the cheers from the fans. From all of you. I remembered, with the pain searing thought my body, that deep down I wanted to perform for you. So I took the chair when I left the ring, many thought it was to make a retaliation attack, but it was to remind me. Remind me of where it all started. With this chair.

Tim Jones holds the chair up high in one hand and smiles a big broad smile

Tim Jones: “I know what you fans want. Relaxed standards, relaxed rules. Well you already know I live my life nice and relaxed, its time I bring my wrestling to that standard. I want to do any match, any time, and anyplace that a wrestling match or brawl can happen. You want to have a fight in a bar and show it on pay per view, I’m there. You want to show it on Strife? I’m there. From now on, to entertain you the fans, and to keep my career going longer that it probably should, I’m going to start wrestling under relaxed standards. No more rules for the Ladies Man. I have probably broken every rule that Legacy Management has set forth, so this is just another one to break. So the next time you see me in the ring. I will have my chair...and any other little toys I can find around the legacy ring. So next time you see me, get comfortable in your chair, or in your ringside seat, because you’re going to be in for the show of your life.”

Tim tosses the microphone over the ropes and down to the ring announcer and rolls out of the ring with his chair in hand as he moves towards the wrestlers entrance and holds the chair up over his head again as he is leaving.

Laura Seton vs Benny Jackson

Alan Ducard: Our third contest of the evening is another singles contest, with Laura Seton taking on Benny Jackson, her first singles match against a member of the LEGACY roster of competitors.

Jimmy Yates: After a month or so of constant effort to try to get the opportunity to prove that she could compete as a wrestler instead of playing the role of manager, Laura got her chance to prove it in a match against Ezekiel Caine, beating him to become the manager for the UnHoly Alliance.

Bryan Harris: Some people saw that match and decided it was enough to consider her a credible competitor, but to me, that match didn’t prove anything other than her ability to beat another non-wrestler inside the squared circle.

Alan Ducard: You’re not the only person with that opinion, Bryan, and so tonight she gets a chance to further prove herself against another competitor looking to make his name in this business, Benjamin Jackson.

Jimmy Yates: The guy who lots of people call “Benny Boy” has competed in a couple matches thus far here in LEGACY, unable to win in his debut against Kevin Oppenheimer, but had a decent showing against him and also did alright in the Show Me Something Showcase match at the pre-show.

Bryan Harris: I’ll agree that the guy hasn’t looked completely worthless so far, but probably the most intriguing thing about him is the fact that he’s supposedly friends with Frank Garvin, the creepy new-comer who has been garnering a lot of interest thus far since he showed up in that creepy video a couple weeks ago and the demolished Jerry Starr back at STRIFE 41.

Alan Ducard: Both of these competitors looking to show what they’ve got, let’s get to the action.

Start of Match Footage

Laura drills Ben with a swift kick to the gut, and then turns and runs into the ropes. On the return, Laura leaps up and drills Jackson in the chest with a dropkick, knocking him backwards, down onto the mat. A quick step later, Laura hops off the mat and drops her leg across the neck of her opponent.

Alan Ducard: Laura Seton with a very nice guillotine leg drop to follow up that dropkick.

Bryan Harris: I know guys who have paid good money to have legs that nice laid across their head and neck.

Jimmy Yates: So you respect what she can do now, Bryan?

Bryan Harris: I respect the muscle tone she’s got in her legs, that’s for sure. Her wrestling skill? That’s to be determined.

As Seton starts working her way up off the mat, Ben reaches out and grabs her by the ankle and holds on, causing her to stumble back down to her knee. Struggling as hard as they both can, each competitor tries to be the first to return to their feet. Laura wins the race, and when he spots it, Benny Jackson dives forwards and grabs her ankle. Seton tries to pull her leg away, but Jackson gets his knees underneath him and then pushes back up to his feet. Steadying herself, Laura throws her free leg up and goes for the enzuigiri… and misses!

Jimmy Yates: Nice duck by Benny Boy!!

Alan Ducard: Ben Jackson maintains his hold on the ankle…

Getting to his feet, Jackson uses his free arm to pull Laura up to her feet by the arm. Standing beside her, Benny bends her leg at the knee, slips his leg underneath, grabs her around the waist with his free hand, lifts up and then slams her back down onto her free foot.

Bryan Harris: I couldn’t help but notice that smile on Benny Boy’s face… you think he enjoyed being in that embrace with Laura Seton a little more than he would enjoy being that close to someone like Allen Franks or Eli Storm?

Jimmy Yates: You mean Canadian?

Bryan Harris: Funny, Yates…

Alan Ducard: I believe he was excited to be getting back on the offensive with that knee breaker, and it looks like he’s not done just yet.

Spinning Laura around a bit to where he’s face to face with her, Ben Jackson lifts Seton up again and drops her down with another knee-breaker, and then immediately throws her over his head with a belly to belly suplex.

Jimmy Yates: Aspen-a-tron!!!

Bryan Harris: Say what?!

Alan Ducard: I believe it’s Ben Jackson’s signature move that he named after the local ski resort near his hometown.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, I figured that… and he better wipe that smile off his face and get back in on the attack.

Moving across the ring, Ben reaches down and grabs Laura and starts to pick her up off the mat. Shoving Jackson’s arm away, Laura reaches up and grabs him around the back of the neck, puts her head underneath his jaw and then drops straight down with a jawbreaker.

Alan Ducard: Laura Seton fighting back…

Stumbling back a couple steps, as Benny Jackson holds his jaw, Laura gets up to her feet. Moving in, Laura drills Ben with a hard right hand to the side of the face, and suddenly Ben lets go of his jaw, grabs Laura up off her feet and bodyslams her down to the mat. Rubbing his jaw for a moment first, Ben reaches down to try to grab Laura up to her feet, but she again shoves his hands away and lifts her feet up and kicks him in the head.

Jimmy Yates: With that kick, Laura buys herself another opening in this match!

Bryan Harris: And shows off her incredible abdominal strength in the process!

As Benny stumbles back a couple steps, Laura forces herself to get up off the mat. Jackson takes a couple steps forwards, but Laura throws a kick out which connects with Ben’s midsection. Pivoting around, Laura connects with a backfist to the side of her opponent’s head. She then tries to follow it up with a strong left hand, but Ben blocks it, grabs her by the wrist and sends her across the ring with an irish whip.

Alan Ducard: Laura hits that corner hard, and here comes Benny to follow up…

Jimmy Yates: And Laura gets her leg up, catching Ben in the jaw!

In a world of pain, Ben again moves in towards the corner to try to follow up, but Laura strikes with another backfist, this one spinning her opponent around. Grabbing him by the head, Laura pulls him back towards the corner, slides her arms into position, around the arms and behind the head into a full nelson.

Bryan Harris: I think she’s going for it…

Putting her foot onto the middle turnbuckle behind her, Laura dives forwards, driving Ben Jackson down to the mat with THE PERFECTION faceslam.

Jimmy Yates: She hit it! There’s the pinfall attempt…

ONE…

TWO..!!

THREE!!!

Don Bower gets to his knees and signals for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Laura... Seton!!!!

Getting up off the mat, Laura lets Don Bower raise her hand in victory.

Alan Ducard: Quality victory tonight by Laura Depp, as she finds a way to do enough damage and put herself into position to hit that move.

Bryan Harris: Well it was enough of a strategy to keep Benny Jackson’s shoulders on the mat for three seconds, so I guess that’s all that matters.

Jimmy Yates: Yep, and now she’s the one who gets to head backstage to celebrate the victory, most likely with Chris Turner.

As she heads back up the ramp, Laura quickly finds herself face to face with Frank Garvin, who is standing at the top of the entrance ramp, a roll of duct tape in his hand.

Alan Ducard: I’m not surprised to see Frank Garvin out here, but I am surprised that he looks more interested in Laura than he is in his old friend Ben Jackson.

Bryan Harris: I’m sure he probably finds her more attractive than Benny Boy, and I can’t blame him.

Laura stops in her tracks, but Frank doesn’t move either. Not sure about how to proceed, Laura looks around, not taking her eyes too far off of Frank. Suddenly Ben Jackson stumbles up the ramp, and he puts himself between Laura and Frank Garvin. The two men lock eyes, and Ben moves a bit to the side, and Laura takes the opportunity to slide right past him, heading backstage.

Jimmy Yates: How weird is this? First Frank Garvin is fixated on Laura Seton, and now that Ben Jackson is there, it’s like it has changed Frank’s entire demeanor.

Alan Ducard: I don’t know the entire story between Frank and Ben, but I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough.

Keeping his eyes locked on the grinning Garvin, Benny Boy steps around him and walks backwards through the curtain, leaving Frank alone on the stage.

Introductions

We're standing with Loco who's chatting a Legacy production assistant. From off camera there's a giant ruckus.

CBP: LOCO!!!!

Suddenly, springing onto camera, CBP leaps onto Loco's back, getting him in a strange sorta hug/sleeper hold predicament.

CBP: LOCO LOCO LOCO LOCO!!!!!

Loco whirls around defensively and goes to pull CBP in for the Locapitator thinking he's getting attacked. Loco stops just short.

Loco Martinez: Dude. You HAVE to realize the surprise hug, thing isn't really a "good thing" at a wrestling show.

Loco realizes he doesn't KNOW this man.

Loco Martinez: Wait... who the hell ARE you?

CBP laughs.

CBP: Silly Loco Martinez. I AM.....X-CALIBUR!!!

CBP puts his arms to his sides for a moment, looking all heroic. Oddly enough, a light actually shines down on him, as if coming from the heavens. Loco looks up for the light, but then looks down at the "new guy" with a smirk.

Loco Martinez: I'm pretty sure you'd be taller.

CBP turns to Loco, scratching his head.

CBP: Oh, yeah...wait, that's not right. I'm not X-Calibur. I'm Charles Bryant Penze, and I may or may not be having sex with you RIGHT....NOW!

Loco looks around wondering if he's getting Punk'd.

Loco Martinez: Well Chuck, I'm hoping "not" right now. Is there anything you wanted from me, dudeman?

CBP: OH YEAH!!

CBP digs in his wrestling tights(not pockets. Actually IN the wrestling tights) and pulls out a silver sharpie. Loco sighs and shakes his head, clearly amused. He shrugs.

Loco Martinez: Sure dude. You got a picture or a piece of paper I can sign?

CBP turns and points.

CBP: I've got THAT!

The camera pans over to reveal a gigantic drumset, including two bass drums, a pair of bongos, a timpani, and a triangle. The triangle is painted blue. It's very pretty. We see Loco staring, eyes wide. Loco Martinez mutters to himself.

Loco Martinez: Who travels with a drum kit?

Loco walks over to the kit and looks over it trying to figure out "where" one would sign it. He eventually just turns to Charles.

Loco Martinez: Where should I sign, bud?

CBP: Psssh, not THAT.

The camera pans over even more, revealing a large, white, styrofoam "THAT".

CBP: Sign THAT!

Loco shakes his head, chuckling to himself. He walks over and signs the "A" of CBP's "THAT". He tosses the silver sharpie to Charles.

Loco Martinez: Alright, Chuck. I got a match to get ready for. You keep... uhhh...doing whatever it is you're doing, kay?

CBP completely botches catching the the pen and, somehow, ends up face down on the ground. From his stomach, he gives Loco a thumbs up.

CBP: (muffled)Thanks Loco!!

Going International... via Satellite

As the camera switches from the back to the ring, all of a sudden the lights go dim and the sound of “The Song of Marseille”, otherwise known as the French National Anthem, begins playing softly on the public announce system. French-Canadian sections of the crowd actually applaud this and stand as most other sections actually boo this. Then, as the JumboVision turns on to the background of a lavish looking home of French influence, Jean-Gerard Baptiste walks in front of the camera with the LEGACY International Heavyweight Championship worn around his athletically fit waist.

Clad in an expensive looking suit and tie of olive and forest green colors, Monsieur Baptiste clears his throat and smiles brightly to the watching audience. Once The Song of Marseille fades to a finish, he speaks.

Monsieur Baptiste: Bonjour, my adoring LEG-OH-ZEE fans!

Most of the capacity crowd in Calgary actually start cheering on Monsieur Baptiste as he appears on the JumboVision. Though, some of them still aren’t entirely sold on the guy and boo him regardlessly.

Bryan Harris: Well that’s a little strange... hearing Baptiste get some applause...

Alan Ducard: Well, you shouldn’t be surprised. We ARE in Canada, Bryan. And if there’s one universal fact in Canada, its that Canadian wrestling fans love anybody who detests Americans.

Monsieur Baptiste smiles smugly into the camera lens as some people in the crowd actually start up a small “J-G-B!” chant. It dissipates quickly though and Monsieur Baptiste continues on.

Monsieur Baptiste: I know all of you have been wondering where I’ve been lately... and even though this mag-nee-fee-cent face has been absent from ze tele-viss-ee-ohn for what seems like ages, you can all rest easy knowing zat I am, how you say... EH...okay?

Some cheer. Some boo. The hyperbole of his forced joke is completely lost on the Calgary crowd.

Monsieur Baptiste: Ever since I beat up zat oriental drone, my... how you say... “oh-fee-sheel fan site”, has gone down more times zen a Cartwright on ze Belote. You see, my publique... *points to the camera*... wants to know what ze greatest LEG-OH-ZEE International Sham-Pee-Ohn of all time is up to. And eet eez my obligation, my civic duty as ze greatest wrestlair alive today, to keep all of you ee-dee-oht Americans up to date.”

All of a sudden, in a complete transformation, the Canadian crowd boos loudly for Baptiste.

Monsieur Baptiste: Oh... zat’s right. We are in Canada now... I suppose zat eez a little bettair zen America... but eet eez not much of an eem-provement eef you ask me.

The Canadians start booing louder, as Baptiste relishes in the reaction live via satellite.

Monsieur Baptiste: Een fact, I would go as far as zaying eet eez more of ze same, only weeth a lot more of ze hockey games..

All of a sudden, Monsieur Baptiste makes a face as if he were disgusted with something. In the background, Baptiste’s old butler appears and sets a glass of orangish looking wine down on glossy silver tray. Without even acknowledging him, Baptiste waves the man off with two flicks of the wrist.

Monsieur Baptiste: Hockey. What a terrible sport you Canadians revere... all eet eez is heeting a leetle black disc with ze big stick. How hard eez zat, anyway? A steel-born child sheet out of its Mothair’s womb could even do zat.

Monsieur Baptiste stands up in front of the camera recording his interview and makes like he’s swinging at a hockey puck. Shaking his head, Baptiste sits back down. The crowd boos him mercilessly.

Monsieur Baptiste: Pathetique. You classless Canadians don’t know what a true athlete eez. You cheer on your Wayne Gretzsky’s, your Ben Johnson’s, and your Bret Hart’s...

All of a sudden, Baptiste makes a tasteless wheel-chair motion with his hands, which almost sends the crowd into a rioting fury.

“Assssssssss-hoooooooole! Assssssssss-hoooooooole!”

Jimmy Yates: No... he just didn’t.

Alan Ducard: Ugh... I’m LEAVING! That was uncalled for and absolutely DISGUSTING!

Bryan Harris: Oh sit down, nimrods. You both have a job to do..

Monsieur Baptiste: When none of zem can hold a candle to the greatest wrestlair... greatest athlete... greatest SHAM-PEE-OHN in ze world! Moi! Jean-Gerard Baptiste.... MONSIEUR Baptiste to all of you... *reading from a miniature English dictionary in the palm of his right hand* ... sick-oh-fan-tick... American wanna-bes!

“Shut-the-f***-up!” *clap clap clap * “Shut-the-f***-up!” *clap clap clap *

Bryan Harris: And I’M the one who gets yelled at for swearing on television?! The nerve!

Laughing at the audience for swearing so indignantly at him, Monsieur Baptiste reaches down beneath the camera’s view and unstraps the LEGACY International Heavyweight title from his waist.

Monsieur Baptiste: Actually? I wheel not. I am ze sham-pee-ohn ze whole world has been waiting for. I am ze sham-pee-ohn zat LEG-OH-ZEE has been hoping for, and that’s a shame really. Because ze truth eez I am not going to defend ze belt on American... or Canadian... soil. I am ze International Sham-Pee-Ohn, and I wheel only defend ze belt against people willing enough to fight me for it in my home country. And you know what zat means, you steenking... feelthy... imbred Canadian ee-dee-ohts?!

Jimmy Yates: Somebody cut the feed already... I wanna punch this guy in the friggin’ mouth!

Monsieur Baptiste: When I’m defending zis title, you won’t be able to cheer on your Justin Moreno’s... your X-Calibur’s... your Katsuro Yoshida’s... or even your Greyson Blade’s. No, no... een-stead... everyone wheel be cheering on moi! Ze greatest wrestlair in ze world!

The crowd groans as Baptiste repeats this yet again.

Monsieur Baptiste: I SAID... ZE GREATEST... WREZZLAIR... IN ZE WORLD!!! ZE INTERNATIONAL ICON... JEAN.... GERARD... BAPTISTE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AU REVOIR, EEM-BEE-SEALS!!!

With Monsieur Baptiste laughing and cackling and dancing gratuitously with his championship belt, “The Song of Marseille” begins playing again as the lights come back on and the camera switches to a commercial break.

Cronos Diamante & Stephen Rawlings vs The Diabolik (Gryffin Anselm & James Win)

Alan Ducard: Our fourth contest of tonight’s SuperCard is a tag team contest which is fallout from events which transpired at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS when, at the end of the match between Cronos Diamante and Gryffin Anselm, James Win showed up to give an assist to his tag team partner, only to see Voodoo show up and turn the tide in favor of Cronos.

Bryan Harris: At STRIFE 41, The Diabolik threw down the gauntlet, challenging Cronos Diamante and Voodoo to a tag team match, but apparently Voodoo doesn’t have the guts to get into the ring against the former World Tag Team Champions.

Jimmy Yates: Well in his defense, he IS retired, so I don’t blame him from deciding not to get back in the ring. Since Cronos decided to accept the challenge for the tag match, the front office appointed him a tag team partner.

Alan Ducard: Well Landon Savage was in charge at STRIFE 41, so many assume that it was his decision for Stephen Rawlings to be named as Cronos Diamante’s partner for this match. Some consider it a very questionable choice, especially given the interaction between Stephen Rawlings and Cronos Diamante at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS.

Bryan Harris: The people who consider it questionable should really consider Stephen Rawlings’ resume. Former World Champion, former Tao of Valor Champion, the winner of the first Hawkins Memorial Tournament, a finalist in the second Hawkins Memorial Tournament, and former World Tag Team Champion. What exactly makes him an unfit partner?

Jimmy Yates: His unwillingness to work with Cronos Diamante, that’s what.

Alan Ducard: It’s yet to be determined if they’re going to work well together in this match, but that’s certainly something we’ll be looking for later tonight when the match takes place. For those of you watching STRIFE, let’s get you to the footage.

Start of Match Footage

With James Win’s wrist in his grasp, Stephen Rawlings twists around into a standing armbar and yanks down on the arm, the force dropping James Win to a knee. Positioning himself behind his opponent, Rawlings slams his knee into the back of the All Star’s shoulder, then flips forwards, pulling James down to the mat.

Alan Ducard: Very inventive faceslam there by Stephen Rawlings, putting some added pressure on the shoulder in the process.

Jimmy Yates: A great in-ring tactician, Stephen Rawlings does have quite a few tricks up his sleeve.

A couple steps behind his opponent, James Win doesn’t have enough time to get back to his feet, so as he gets a foot underneath of himself, James Win dives forward and rolls to put some space in between himself and Stephen Rawlings, but as he gets to his feet, James Win doesn’t get a chance to regroup before he’s drilled with a kick to the ribs by Rawlings, sending him back into the ropes. Reaching in, Stephen Rawlings takes James Win by the arm and whips him down to the mat with a Japanese armdrag takeover, holding on to The All Star’s arm.

Bryan Harris: Another good move by Stephen Rawlings as he continues to work on that arm and shoulder of James Win.

Alan Ducard: The All Star not giving up just yet, it looks like he might be able to get back to his feet.

Turning his opposite shoulder, James Win positions himself to better face Stephen Rawlings, and then he ducks down, hoists Rawlings up onto his shoulder and takes him down to the mat with a fireman’s carry, but somehow Stephen Rawlings manages to maintain his grasp on the arm and he pulls James Win down to the mat.

The frustration obvious on his face, James Win tries to get into position to get up off the mat, but Stephen Rawlings positions himself to keep that from happening. Having seen enough, Gryffin Anselm charges into the ring and stomps down onto the back of Stephen Rawlings, who begins to contort in pain. As the Calgary fans boo Anselm’s illegal involvement, referee Jacob Fudrucker steps in and forces Gryffin back to his corner.

Jimmy Yates: The Diabolik get reprimanded for the cheating tactic, but it looks like the difference might have already been made.

Capitalizing on the opportunity, James Win breaks free and starts to work his way up off the mat, but Stephen Rawlings gets up as well and immediately grabs Win by the arm, quickly twisting into another standing armbar. Not wanting to stay in the hold any longer than possible, James Win turns towards the ropes, hops up and puts his feet onto the second rope for a split second and uses them to propel him into a backflip, getting out of the hold. The All Star sends a knee into the small of Rawlings’ back, then grabs him by the back of the head, pulls him backwards into position for an inverted ddt, then puts his uninjured arm onto Rawlings’ back and hoists him up into the air and falls backwards with a modified vertical suplex.

After hitting the mat, Stephen Rawlings rolls to the side and then uses the ropes to help himself up to his feet. Cronos Diamante reaches out from the corner, and Stephen Rawlings glances in that direction, but then goes back after James Win. The All Star goes for a punch, but Rawlings blocks it and attempts an irish whip. James reverses it and sends Stephen into the ropes instead. On the return, Win goes for a knife-edge chop, but Stephen deftly ducks underneath it, stops his momentum and swiftly turns around, leaps up into the air and connects with a high flipping dropkick.

Alan Ducard: Great athleticism by Stephen Rawlings, not only to leap that high with the dropkick, but also to be able to stop himself and turn around so quickly.

Jimmy Yates: His natural athleticism has certainly been a huge part of what has made him a success here in LEGACY…

Bryan Harris: He’ll need to do even more if he wants a win here against one of the best tag teams in the business today.

Not even getting up, James Win rolls backwards, gets to his feet and easily reaches back and tags in Gryffin. As Anselm enters the ring, Cronos yells to Rawlings, asking to enter the contest, but Rawlings ignores the plea and runs over and drills Gryffin with a leaping right hand. The shot rocks Gryffin back a step, but he regroups, steps in and drives a knee into Rawlings’ gut, grabs him into a belly-to-belly position, spins around and throws him across the ring with an overhead suplex.

Alan Ducard: Anselm showing off his strength, throwing Stephen Rawlings across the ring like he’s nothing.

Bryan Harris: Well Gryffin is probably the strongest guy on the roster, so leaping in there is probably not a smart way to start things off for Rawlings.

As Stephen Rawlings works to get to his feet, Cronos Diamante reaches over the top rope and tags himself into the match by tapping Stephen on the shoulder. Upon getting into the ring, Cronos Diamante looks towards Gryffin Anselm, but before the two can start things up, Stephen Rawlings grabs Cronos by the shoulder and spins him around.

Jimmy Yates: Stephen Rawlings is NOT happy that Cronos Diamante just tagged him out of the match.

Bryan Harris: That shouldn’t come as a surprise, Jimbo, because Stephen Rawlings is a competitor through-and-through. He feels like he gives his team the best chance at winning this match, and he wasn’t ready to leave the ring yet!

Getting up in Cronos’ face, Stephen begins berating his tag team partner, and Jacob Fudrucker moves in and starts admonishing Stephen Rawlings for still being in the ring. Gryffin Anselm takes advantage of the opportunity and runs in full-force and slams the face of an inattentive Cronos Diamante right into the corner turnbuckle, then grabs him around the waist and VIOLENTLY flips him over backwards, sending him down hard onto his shoulders and the back of his neck with a release German suplex.

Alan Ducard: Cronos Diamante completely blindsided, and he pays the price for it.

Bryan Harris: And if anyone thinks Gryffin is going to give Cronos a chance to get back into the match, they’re sadly mistaken.

As Cronos tries to get up, Gryffin runs over and kicks him in the ribs, flipping him over. Anselm drops to the mat and sends his knee into Cronos’ ribs as hard as possible, connecting violently. Unrelenting, Gryffin drives another knee into Cronos’ ribs, and then throws his leg across his opponent’s abdomen into a mounted position and connects with a hard right hand to the side of Cronos’ face. Diamante gets his hands up in front of him and he tries to block, but suddenly he gets hit in the side of the head with a dropkick from James Win.

Jimmy Yates: Holy crap, where did that come from?!

Jacob Fudrucker starts yelling at James Win to get him to exit the ring, Gryffin gets his feet underneath him, taking Cronos by the head and lifting him up at the same time. Taking Cronos’ head into his arm, Anselm hoists Cronos up into the air into a vertical suplex position, spins around and SLAMS him down onto the mat with a jackhammer.

Alan Ducard: That’s the move Gryffin calls The Eliminator, which he used early in his career to great effect as his choice of finishing options. He didn’t hold Cronos up in the air as long as he might’ve in the past, but I don’t think he was looking for victory right there.

Bryan Harris: Definitely not, and now he’s tagging James Win back into the match.

The All Star immediately gets into the ring, runs over to the opposite ropes, hops up onto the top rope and does an Asai Moonsault and comes crashing down onto Diamante with the Shooting Star. Win pops up to his feet and throws his arms into the air, the fans booing his arrogance. The booing increases as Gryffin Anselm rushes in and stomps down hard onto the chest of Cronos, then diving sideways and hitting the mat, rolling out of the ring underneath the bottom rope before Jacob Fudrucker can say or do anything.

Jimmy Yates: The Diabolik is taking advantage of the fact that Jacob Fudrucker isn’t a very experienced referee, and Cronos Diamante is paying the price.

Hoisting Cronos up off the mat, James Win drives his knee into Diamante’s chest, then hooks his head in between his legs, pulls his arms up into a double underhook and then dives backwards, connecting with the Starburst faceslam Pedigree. Rolling to his side, James Win pops up and tags in Gryffin Anselm.

Alan Ducard: The leader of this Diabolik tag team is coming back into the ring, and this does not look good for Cronos Diamante.

Jimmy Yates: It absolutely doesn’t, and to be honest, he never really had a chance after being blindsided when he got into the ring, and he’s been double-teamed a couple times with no help whatsoever from Stephen Rawlings. It’s almost like a handicap match.

Picking up his opponent, Gryffin Anselm simply hoists Diamante up onto his shoulders, turns towards the middle of the ring, flips him up over his head and then SLAMS him down to the mat with the Michinoku driver he calls The Devastator.

Bryan Harris: Academic from here… Gryffin goes for the pinfall…

One…

The booing begins…

Two…

Three.

Getting to his knees, Jacob Fudrucker signals to the time keeper’s table as the booing level increases significantly.

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners by pinfall... Gryffin Anselm... "The All Star" James Win... The DI-A-BOLIK!!!!!

Outside the ring, Stephen Rawlings drops down off the apron and makes his way back up the ramp, shaking his head in disappointment.

Alan Ducard: Well Gryffin Anselm and James Win get a measure of revenge on Cronos Diamante for what happened at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS, but you have to think that this match would’ve played out differently if Stephen Rawlings and Cronos Diamante could’ve worked together better.

Jimmy Yates: Better?! They didn’t work together at all, and after hearing the things Stephen Rawlings has said this week, I’m not surprised that he didn’t work as a team with Cronos.

Bryan Harris: Is that Gryffin’s fault? How about James Win? Not on either account, and so I don’t want to hear anything about this being a tainted victory for The Diabolik. It was Cronos’ job to make sure they were going to work together to their common goal, and he didn’t do it.

With Jacob Fudrucker urging them to back up, Gryffin Anselm and James Win stand over Cronos Diamante, grinning as they look down on him, and then they simply turn and leave the ring, with Fudrucker checking on Diamante.

Private Celebration

We head backstage where and we hear sounds of a massive celebration going on from The Entourage private locker room. There is a knock at the door, and it opens just a bit, and we can see just a bit of Shadow’s figure, and upon peering out he immediately shuts the door. Finally, another knock comes, and the door opens, but Shadow blocks the party with his massive frame.

Shadow: Private party … SCRAM!

Then from inside the room we hear Dawson’s voice over the music and the sounds of the celebration.

The Highlight of the Night: Yo, Shadow, if it’s a camera guy, send then on here. I scheduled this last minute.

Shadow eyes up the camera guy as he steps inside, allowing the camera to get a glimpse of The Entourage locker room, and it looks more like a palace in the way it’s been decked out: high end sound system, a full stocked bar, giant screen TV. You name it? This place now has it. We see inside all of the Entourage members sans Alan Smithe, and quite a few other party goers, including those in Entourage employ and beautiful complement the rather male dominated faction. However, the man of the hour stands in the center of the room, still in his wrestling attire, soaking with champagne, and a million dollar smile spread across his face.

The Highlight of the Night: Hey, pal, enjoy your few minutes in this paradise, because as soon as I’m done, you’re back out to your night out with the rest of the Canadian trash. Now, speaking of trash, let’s talk about my opponent here tonight, now a beaten and humiliated … “man,” and I use that term loosely.

Dawson smirks.

The Highlight of the Night: You called me out for taking shots at your wife who’s trapped at the bottom of a bottle. You called me out for taking shots at developmentally challenged child – again if you weren’t so pathetic yourself I’d say she’s illegitimate too, since I continue to question your gin-soaked wife’s ability to spread her legs for a loser like you.

Dawson almost starts laughing, and then composes himself a bit.

The Highlight of the Night: But I digress, but in your misplaced, pent up rage you had the audacity to ask me … "WHO THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, MATTHEW?"

Dawson takes the bottle in his right hand, bring it up to his lips and takes a massive drink, and then looks back to the camera reveling victoriously in the spotlight.

The Highlight of the Night: I am …

“The Can’t Miss Kid”

“The Next LEGACY Superstar”

“One in a Million”

“Limitless Potential”

“The Highlight of the Night”

Tonight … I’m the man who kicked your ass … b****.

The rooms cheers in response to the comments, and Dawson soaks all of that adoration in as he stares back to the camera once last time.

The Highlight of the Night: Tonight … its official … I’m back baby … and highlights are just beginning!

Hey camera guy … take a hike … there’s only room for greatness in this room.

With that we see Shadow step forward and the scene fades to black.

Employment Interview

We're walking backstage with the members of Anarchy. They're clearly looking for someone. T.Rex chatters excitedly. Arch Angel just nods placating his long time friend and tag team partner.

T.Rex: - I mean we're the most qualified for the position. We've done this kind of work before. We're professional. Punctual. On time.

Arch Angel: You realize all these positives are for a position that may not exist.

T.Rex: Man what if X is in the can?! How's he gonna get out to fight off the masses coming at his title?! Or if he wants a quicky with that tasty skirt he hangs with? We could be his insurance policy.

They get to a door and T.Rex reaches out and knocks. From inside we hear a "come in". And we head inside the dressing room of X-Calibur, LEGACY’s own World Champion. Inside, X-Calibur is waiting with both of his arms crossed... like he knew they were coming.

X-Calibur: You morons DO realize that a camera is following you and that other wrestlers ARE watching them from our monitors here in the back... especially ME... right? [Eyeing up Rex.] - You’re... Raptor, right?

T.Rex looks nervously.

T.Rex: Nuh... no... no... See... I'm not-

Arch Angel shakes his head, and elbows Rex.

Arch Angel: He's T.Rex, X. He's also apparently developed mild retardation since we stepped through that door.

T.Rex: Ass! I did not. I was just a little nervous. You know how I get at job interviews!

Looking a little bewildered by their presence, and almost as if he had a million other things to be doing that were much more enjoyable than speaking with Anarchy, X-Calibur looked at an invisible watch on his wrist. Angel again nudges Rex.

Arch Angel: Go ahead, dude. This is totally "your baby".

Something "Snaps to" in Rex.

T.Rex: Yeah! Mr. Calibur, or can I call you X? *he doesn't wait for an answer as he continues hurriedly* - I... WE have a proposition. Last week we couldn't help but notice you have set your title out on the announce table.

X-Calibur: If any of you two motherf - [stops himself short of saying it.] - effers even THINK about going out there and grabbing my belt... you better be ready for the biggest sh** storm of your respective... and very long.... lives.

X makes a "pounding fist" motion to Rex. T.Rex chuckles nervously. Angel stands there pretty amused at what's going on.

T.Rex: It-its-its not like THAT. I mean. You put your title out there. We all saw what happened to John Thomas last week. But what I was wondering. Why RUN all the way out to the ring and beat up some dudes, when you could hire US to stand out there and do it FOR you.

T.Rex lets it soak in, smiling proudly.

X-Calibur: So... are you saying that I'm fat and out of shape and can't handle running down that aisle and cleaning some clocks on my own? That I... need the services of you two rockstar groupies? Is that what you're saying? Please... oh please... tell me... that's what you're saying...

X looks at Angel for a fleeting second, and then put his focus back on Rex, who appeared more physically nervous than Angel.

T.Rex: No .. no... not at all, dude. I'm saying you are THE World Champion! You have better stuff to do. Plus during a show you might be doing other things... taking a dump. Eating a Klondike-

Cutting off Rex in mid-sentence, X-Calibur runs over to the television monitor and turns his back on Anarchy. Suddenly it becomes clear that he's trying to hold down a smirk. Then, in a "fit of anger", X-Calibur big boots the television monitor and watches it smash against the cement of the locker room, hissing, buzzing, and electronically whirring in a fouled up wreck.

X-Calibur: So you want to do my tasks for ME, huh?!

He starts shouting like a drill sergeant.

X-Calibur: YOU KNOW WHAT, MAGGOTS?! YOU WORK FOR ME NOW!!!

Trying to keep a straight face, X-Calibur looks right at Rex with an unwavering "pissed off" look.

X-Calibur: And considering you two clowns could use a decent "rub" again... you're going to go out there on the next STRIFE and protect MY title. You got ME?!

T.Rex: Uh.. Uh... yes... sir? *leans in and whispers to Arch Angel* dude... what the hell's going on?

X-Calibur: Well First thing’s first... my payment...

Looking rex up and down, getting a “nervous” vibe from him, he looks him straight in the eyes. Stepping a foot short of being nose to nose with him, X-Calibur makes an invisible “list” on his palm and pretends to write some notes.

X-Calibur: I don’t take checks. Or debit. Or credit. Or food stamps. Or anything else but cold hard cash.

T.Rex looks shocked, and for the first time we see some worry on the face of Arch Angel.

T.Rex: Take?! Take checks? Uh... X I don't get it... we have to pay… YOU?!

X closes his eyes

T.Rex: You see, dude, last time we did that, we actually GOT PAID.

X-Calibur shakes his head.

X-Calibur: Things are working differently now, fellas. There's no glass in between you and that belt. No distractions like a precious spelling bee ribbon or something. No instruction manual to study so you can learn how to lock the case properly. No, no, no... just you two... and MY LEGACY World Championship. And if need be, you get to even HOLD that belt to protect it.

X-Calibur folds his arms, pleased with his offer.

X-Calibur: Now... take it... or leave it... you have ten seconds to discuss amongst yourselves. - [Counting down.] - Ten...

X-Calibur makes a "pound fist" motion again, this time spitting into his own palm beforehand, wetting up his mitts. T.Rex turns to Angel. Angel shakes his head "NO" sternly. Rex turns to X quickly.

X-Calibur: Nine... oh yeah... and I'll deduct five-hundred bucks if you bitch slap Bryan Harris for me. That guy annoys the hell out of me..

T.Rex: We'll do it!

X-Calibur nods, jabbing Rex on the shoulder rather roughly.

X-Calibur: Excellent. I'll see you next week. In the mean time... get the hell out of here. I need to get ready for my match tonight.

The two walk out the door. Immediately on exit Angel turns to Rex.

Arch Angel: Dude... WHAT. THE. HELL?!?!

T.Rex: What?

No Limits Championship Match Issac Entragian © vs Kevin Oppenheimer

Alan Ducard: Next on the card we have what’s sure to be a grisly treat for our Canadian fans, as Kevin Oppenheimer steps up to the plate and attempts to dethrone the new No Limits Champion, Issac Entragian, in our first championship match of the evening.

Jimmy Yates: There’s been a lot of talk in the back recently, people saying that Kevin is making a grave mistake in challenging Issac, but from what I’ve seen Oppenheimer accomplish lately, I don’t agree with that negative response.

Bryan Harris: I couldn’t DISAGREE more. Entragian is at the top of his game, having just ended a five month long war with Greyson Blade, which culminated in the winning of No Limits gold. Oppy doesn’t know what he’s getting himself into, he’s made the mistake of rustling up a hornet’s nest, and I don’t think he’s fully prepared for the ramifications of that act.

Alan Ducard: There’s an argument to be made that both men have had some success lately, with Issac becoming a two time No Limits Champion, and Kevin picking up big wins against Benny Jackson at a recent Strife, and his impressive victory in the “Show Me Something” showcase at the DFG pre-show is something to be considered too.

Jimmy Yates: Also we can’t ignore the fact that Oppenheimer and Entragian and near mirror images of each other in size, with Issac having only a SLIGHT height and weight advantage.

Bryan Harris: Well I can say one thing for sure; this one will be a SLOBBERKNOCKER. Two big guys just tearing into each other, so let’s transition into the footage and get things started!

Start of Match Footage

Oppenheimer brazenly steps up to Issac in the center of the ring, then palms him right in the face and pushes him back. Issac doesn’t budge much, instead keeping his face directed towards the mat after that blatant show of disrespect. A strange smile lights up on Issac’s face, as if he expected this, and in a dazzlingly quick movement, Issac crushes an uppercut into the jaw of the big London native.

Kevin staggers back, shaking his head back and forth as though shocked at Issac’s power. His backwards momentum drives him into the ropes, and as he rebounds Kevin throws up a foot and tries to take Issac’s head off with a big boot. Entragian barely manages to duck, but then with the reflexes of a cat, as Kevin turns around to face him, Issac removes “The Slayer” from the leather sheath in his thigh, and in one swift movement he blasts Kevin directly on the knee cap with the iron cudgel.

Alan Ducard: Christ Almighty, the impact was sickening! Things turned ugly quick, and that spells trouble for the challenger.

Bryan Harris: Nobody disrespects The Ivory Terror like that; he just taught Kevin a very important lesson.

Jimmy Yates: Although vicious, that was a smart move on Issac’s part. Not only has it given him a weak spot to focus on, but taking out the leg of a large athlete is like water to fire, there’s no way to use your power advantage when you can’t even stand up.

Kevin’s mouth drops agape in a mask of pain; as he crumples to the canvas holding his right knee, nursing it close to his body. Issac begins to circle Kevin, very slowly, and then he just starts unloading with stomps, aimed along the knee and thigh of that injured leg. The Ivory Terror sheaths the cudgel once more, then leaps up and goes for an elbow drop to the leg, but Kevin has enough time to roll out of the way. Issac gets back to his feet, while Oppy has made it to a shaky vertical base himself, limping slightly and favoring his right leg.

With a fearless lunge, Kevin smacks a clothesline into Issac’s chest and drives him down to the canvas. After regaining his feet, Oppy grinds a boot against Issac’s pale cheek as the albino writhes on the canvas, scrubbing his heel into Entragian’s nose. After a few seconds of this punishment, Kevin pulls Issac up to his feet, then locks an arm around his neck and yanks him up; lifting him up into the air and smashing him back down with a suplex. As both men touch down, Kevin is quick to make the cover, pulling back on a leg, as Referee Travis Rollins drops down and starts slapping the canvas.

ONE.

TWO---NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Alan Ducard: Kevin trying to end this one early, I can’t say I disagree with that strategy.

Jimmy Yates: I’m still reeling after that suplex, Kevin showed that he’s in the same power league as Issac, able to pick the champion up and send him right back down again.

Bryan Harris: But every step he takes, a grimace of pain crosses his face, that knee is hurting, boys. Kevin knows it, and even worse, Issac knows it.

Oppenheimer gets back to his feet, lifting Issac with him gingerly, before pulling him into a headscissors predicament. Kevin grips him below the abdomen, looking for a powerbomb, but Issac deliberately falls backward, while at the same time sending a meat hooking forearm into the side of Kevin’s bad knee. Kevin gasps, reaching down along his leg, which gives Issac enough time to fire up and drive a heavy knee into Kevin’s gut. Oppy doubles over, almost dry retching, and Entragian pulls him into a headscissors of his own, hopping slightly and hitting a jumping piledriver. The top of Kevin’s head hammers the mat with a nasty crunching sound, and his big frame slumps over to the side.

Issac moves from his sitting position after the piledriver, grabbing one leg of Kevin’s tights and pulling it up, until the material of his tights is up along his thigh, exposing his bare knee. With one arm bracing himself against Kevin’s legs, Issac just starts to piston fists into that knee, over and over again, the sound of knuckles smacking bone reverberating through the Pengrowth Saddledome.

Alan Ducard: There’s nothing pretty about this folks, Issac is just picking that knee apart, bit by bit, and he’s doing it with the patience of a surgeon performing an operation.

Bryan Harris: Listen to Oppy! I haven’t heard groans like that since way back in the day, when I was porking my ex-wife extra crispy style.

Jimmy Yates: Ew, Bry. Just… ew. If I was in Oppenheimer’s position, I’d be bellowing too, because it’s obvious the man is in tremendous pain right now.

Issac’s fist is moving like a rapid-fire bullet, slamming into that knee without mercy, while Kevin stews in his own private hell. Finally, using his long reach, Kevin grabs Issac’s head and yanks him back, locking in a grounded headlock, and causing Issac’s to stop his onslaught. Kevin applies that fierce upper body strength, and Issac’s pale face starts to turn a dull red, with Oppy cranking on his neck with as much leverage as he can muster. Referee Rollins is down at Issac’s side, checking to see if he wants to give it up, and just then Issac’s mouth opens into a GAPING O of razor sharp teeth. He starts inching his head down towards Kevin’s bicep, and once Oppy realizes what he’s trying to do he quickly breaks the hold and pushes himself a few feet back and away from Issac, with a look of almost terrified repulsion on his face.

Jimmy Yates: What in the name of God! Was Issac about to BITE his way out of that submission hold?

Alan Ducard: That’s exactly what it looked like Jimmy. Luckily for Kevin, he realized that Issac was about to take a chunk out of his arm, and got the hell out of dodge.

Bryan Harris: For anyone who has ever gotten a good, CLOSE look at Issac’s teeth, then you won’t blame Kevin for looking like he’s about to crap his pants right about now.

After getting himself together, Kevin is back on his feet, looking to continue the offense. He runs forward and smacks a shoulder into Issac, causing the champion to stagger backwards, off balance. With Issac leaning against the ropes and trying to shake the cobwebs out, Kevin slides out of the ring and digs under the apron, coming up with a steel chair in hand. He climbs back into the ring, and makes a beeline for Entragian, whose back is exposed as he leans on the ropes. Kevin takes advantage, smashing the steel into Entragian’s back. Issac’s head snaps back, a hand going to his aching spine as he turns around, only to be CLOCKED on the head with another chairshot. Issac stumbles forward drunkenly and drops down to both knees, and Kevin wastes no time, laying the chair on the mat in front of Issac, and then bulldogging him face first into the steel. Kevin nods, confident that he’s got the situation under control, and with Issac laying face first on the canvas, Oppenheimer jumps up and lands right on the back of Issac’s neck with a stiff legdrop.

Jimmy Yates: Even though he doesn’t have much experience in No Limits matches, it seems Kevin is warming up to how things work in this environment. He certainly made tactful use of that steel chair.

Alan Ducard: That’s what No Limits is all about, learning to adapt. Kevin has to take chances he normally wouldn’t take, and do things that might be considered unorthodox in order to be successful in this division.

Bryan Harris: Kevin’s still green, that was just a few moves thrown sloppily together, and he still doesn’t know what Issac is capable of.

Kevin rolls Issac onto his back with one hand, then mounts the huge albino and starts slapping him across the face, one shot after another, finally ending the barrage as he pumps his fists skyward, feeling proud of himself so far. In that one second lull, Issac springs back to life, shooting out a hand and latching it around Oppy’s throat. Slowly, he starts to work his way up from the mat, all the while still holding onto Kevin’s throat. Once to his feet, Issac rears back and choke tosses Kevin into the ropes, and as he comes off of them, Issac traps both of his arms and lifts him about a foot off his feet, while at the same time beginning to hammer Kevin’s breastbone with headbutt after headbutt.

Alan Ducard: How brutal is this…

After about ten of these headbutts, Issac switches his grip to Kevin’s waist. Issac gets up a head of steam and runs towards one of the turnbuckles, smashing Kevin’s back into it, before pivoting on his heels and driving Oppy into the canvas with a spinebuster. After getting back to his feet, Issac quickly grabs hold of Kevin’s bad leg, dragging him towards one of the turnbuckles. Entragian slides out of the ring, and then pulls Kevin’s leg in so that both legs are on opposite sides of the turnbuckle pole. Entragian throws his head back, his eyes looking wild with dark intentions; he eyes the crowd for a moment, before taking hold of Kevin’s ankle and SLAMMING his right knee into the turnbuckle post. Kevin roars with pain, falling back against the canvas and digging his hands through his hair to deal with the torture.

Jimmy Yates: As I thought, Issac’s attention has returned to that leg. This is hard to watch folks, and if it keeps up, Kevin can punch his clock for the night.

Bryan Harris: Just like my pappy always says, what’s the best way to put down a lame horse? You put an end to the horse. It’s just an act of mercy. That’s what Issac’s doing here, putting Oppy out of his misery.

Alan Ducard: How can you compare a human being to an animal? Sometimes I really question your thought processes, Bry.

Issac advances once more, like a grinning engine of madness and mayhem, he begins to unload on Kevin’s knee with a series of stiff kicks, driving his boot against the knee and causing it to crush back into the steel ring post. After a few kicks, Issac stalks back several LONG steps, then races forward, slamming a shoulder into Kevin’s leg and spearing it against the ring post. Issac falls back from the impact, having put some torque into own shoulder in the process, but it’s Kevin who is left howling. With Issac slowly getting to his feet on the outside, Kevin manages to crawl back towards the center of the ring, moving his leg away from the turnbuckle.

Issac moves his shoulder in the socket a few times, stretching, and then he grabs the upper portion of the ring steps and tosses them into the ring. Issac climbs up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope and stepping back into the squared circle. Entragian goes over to the steps, powering them up over his head and holding them in that precarious position as he moves towards where Oppy is lying in the mat. Just as Issac is about to bring the ring steps down on his face, Kevin lashes out with his good leg, driving the toe of his boot into Issac’s groin. Issac’s eyes widen, and he falls forward, just as Kevin rolls out of harm’s way. Entragian’s face smacks into the steel steps, and he drops away a few feet, cradling his injured nether regions.

Jimmy Yates: Even after that inhuman barrage from Issac, Kevin was still able to keep himself alive in this match. I’m certain that if those steel steps would have crushed down into their intended target, this match would be over.

Alan Ducard: It looks like a little split has opened along Issac’s eyebrow, and a few trickles of blood are dripping down. No doubt the result of his forehead meeting steel.

Kevin rises shakily to his feet, almost having to hop over to where Issac is laid out on the mat. Oppy leans down, grabs Issac’s wrists, and with his good leg he begins to drive stomps down into Issac’s sternum, a succession of boots that bounce Issac up and right back down against the canvas.

Alan Ducard: The Beefeater! My fellow countryman is taking things up a notch now, gentlemen.

Oppy seems to have gained a second wind, he reaches down and brings Issac up to a wobbly vertical base, but Issac pushes him square in the chest, and then rears back a leg and PUNTS Oppenheimer right in the knee. Kevin grits his teeth against the pain and drops down to his good knee, giving Issac the chance to move in swiftly. Entragian grabs hold of Kevin’s wrist, and then rudely pulls him up into a fireman’s carry. While getting a firm hold on the back of Oppy’s neck and leg, Issac takes a step forward, and then fires Oppy up over his head and blasts his midsection against one hard knee with a forceful gutbuster. Entragian lands in a kneeling position on one knee, with Oppy popping upwards upon impact and finally coming to an unceremonious crash against the canvas.

Bryan Harris: Say it with me boys, Oppy just got at taste of THE DISEMBOWELER!

Jimmy Yates: I have to believe it’s over, that gutbuster has put down some of the best superstars LEGACY has to offer.

Issac moves over towards Oppy’s fallen body, walking on his knees, before pressing both palms against Oppy’s chest in a lackluster pin. Travis Rollins begins to administer the count, with the fans looking on.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE----NOOOO!

Just before Referee Rollins can slap the mat for the third time, Issac pulls Oppy up by the hair, removing his shoulders from the mat. A sick smile has spread across Entragian’s features, his gaze starting to darken.

Alan Ducard: What the bloody hell, Issac had the match won and he breaks his own pin? What is the meaning of this?

Bryan Harris: It’s a message. The Albino Abomination doesn’t just win matches, he makes STATEMENTS.

Issac pushes back up to his feet, taking his time, as Oppy lies on the mat, wiggling around slightly as he tries to recover from dream street. With Elizabeth Gaunt clapping on the outside, gesturing broadly that all eyes should be watching Issac right now, the albino demon once more takes hold of those steel steps. He gets a tight grip along the edges, and then stalks back to Oppy’s body. Issac pushes the steps up higher, then while grinning out at the crowd, he brings the steel steps down DIRECTLY on Kevin Oppenheimer’s right knee. As the steps hit their mark and fall to the side, Kevin’s entire body seems to shake as a tremor of pain shoots up and shocks the nerve endings of his brain.

Jimmy Yates: That’s too much. Entragian is a despicable, heartless human being! He had the match won, but he has to go to these lows??

Alan Ducard: If he keeps this up he’s going to cripple the man, at this point I almost want to see Oppy lose quickly just so that he’ll be relieved of this suffering.

Issac smirks, cocking his head to the side as he looks down at Oppy, who’s writhing on the canvas like a bug with a needle driven through it. Issac moves down to Oppy’s right leg again, and then interlocks it with his own leg. Grinning out at the crowd, he throws is own weight back and falls to the mat, grinding the tendons and muscles in Oppy’s bad leg with an Indian deathlock. Issac stands up again, and fires himself right back to the canvas, back first. All the while, he’s grinning. Just as Entragian pushes back up to his feet for another jolt, Oppy slams one hand against the mat over and over again, tapping out.

The bell rings with a resounding clang, and Travis Rollins raises Issac’s hand. Entragian pulls out of his grip, mouthing something to the official and pointing to Oppenheimer. It sounds like “Tend to that dog”.

Josephina Colbert: JOSEPHINA COLBERT: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AS A RESULT OF A SUBMISSION, HE IS STILL YOUR NO LIMITS CHAMPION, ISSSSACCC ENTRAGGGGIAAAANNN!!!

Rollins brings Issac the No Limits Championship, and he rips it out of the referee’s grasp and holds it close to his chest with both hands. Entragian drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, and Liz is there to meet him, wrapping an arm around his waist as they back peddle up the ramp. Even though a thin rivulet of blood has dripped down into his eye from that split eyebrow, Issac is still grinning.

Alan Ducard: As much as it pains me to say this, Entragian has RETAINED here tonight, and it seems he has squashed any doubts that he might have lost his knack for performing on a No Limits scale.

Jimmy Yates: The proof is in the ring, in the form of Oppenheimer’s tortured body, which is being seen to by EMS personnel as we speak.

Bryan Harris: It was a statement, boys, the first of MANY I’m sure. The King is back on his throne, and bodies will keep on hittin’ the floor until someone can knock him off that throne. And just between you and me boys, I don’t see that happening ANYTIME soon.

Intentions and Pecking Orders

The footage begins with a broad shot of the Calgary crowd, still buzzing with excitement. The town had been electric since it had been announced that LEGACY was coming to Canada, and now that the event was actually happening, that excitement fills the building and is just adding another dimension to the live, Super Card experience. After the viewers at home get a chance to take in the spectacle of the event, the camera shot switches to one of the LEGACY Vision big screen above the entrance way as it flickers to life. There it appears, the flaming card of death, and rising from the charred remnants is The Outlaw skeleton, and as its eyes flash to life, the crowd begins to go crazy. Up comes the six-shooter and flames burst forth from the hammer strikes as “Outlaw Torn” by Metallica heralds the arrival of “The Outlaw” Greyson Blade.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw wasn’t scheduled to have a match here tonight gentlemen, but it looks as if he’s about to make an appearance.

Jimmy Yates: And this crowd is going crazy just in anticipation, I can’t wait to hear this place explode when he comes out here.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah, Blade is loved, but where’s the love for the new No Limits Champ-

Blade steps forth from the “gorilla position” and appears before the LEGACY crowd, igniting the powder keg of anticipation that built from his entrance video and theme. The cheers shower down on the former LEGACY No Limits and World Champion, like he’s walking in the midst of a torrential downpour. He’s not booked on the card, but he still looks as if he’d be ready to fight – fists clenched, the look of determination etched across his countenance. Greyson is dressed in a “Demand Respect” t-shirt, blue jeans, and black boots – the only missing from his ring attire is the taping of his wrists and hands.

Alan Ducard: As we said, before The Outlaw isn’t scheduled to wrestle here tonight, and he’s not one to speak just to hear himself speak, so he must have something rather important to say tonight.

Bryan Harris: Or he’s a glory hog that just wants to hear the cheers.

Jimmy Yates: If anyone should know about craving attention it’s you Bryan. I totally agree with Alan here. Blade must have something to get off his chest, and if he can keep these fans in Calgary on the edge of their seats so be it.

The Outlaw doesn’t waste time getting to the ring, but he’s not quite as in a hurry as when he’s looking to kick some ass. In fact, it appears that he’s out here to get something off his chest as he holds a microphone in his right hand as he stands in the middle of the ring. All eyes are locked upon him, all mouths cheering, with a “Blade” chant rising up his theme music, and then filling the air as the theme fades out. Greyson bows his head for just a moment as if collecting his thoughts before he speaks, and after that moment, he brings the microphone to his lips.

The Outlaw: I made promise in this ring. Last Strife when I stood in this ring I looked Issac Entragain right in the eyes, and I told him that someday that he and I would have our reckoning, but I made a promise that until that day comes, and until I have LEGACY gold around my waist once again, that I would destroy anyone in my path.

The crowd’s “Blade” chant continues as The Outlaw speaks.

The Outlaw: Last week, the front office saw fit to put before me “The Savior of Sadism,” one of the most savage, but most athletically gifted big men in wrestling today. Yet, I was the one who emerged from our battle as hell descended upon this ring. I was the one who rose up from the blood, glass, and tacks, and I simply beat down Damien Black.

Alan Ducard: It was a hellacious and violent match, but Blade did end it rather definitively.

Jimmy Yates: No easy task to be sure Alan. Damien Black is one of the most dangerous men in LEGACY.

The Outlaw: Unfortunately for Damien, after the past five months dealing with Entragain, and then the outcome of the No Limits Title match, I wasn’t satisfied with just The Killshot. I wasn’t satisfied to simply roll over on the monster and take my win. I needed to send a message to this entire organization. I am out to eliminate anyone who stands between me and The LEGACY World Title.

Greyson’s eyes sparkle with rage and desire, and he looks away from the crowd for a moment, understanding what this chosen path could mean for him but for the fans and this company.

The Outlaw: When I say anyone, I mean anyone. When I was screwed out of the championship and put on the shelf by Marcus Marion, I promised myself that I would become World Champion again. I promised myself that I would again be recognized as the very best that this industry has to offer. However, I decided that instead of walking in the door and demanding my rematch as a former champion, I would FIGHT my way back to the top. I would take them down one after another. I sent Matt Towers packing from this company. I won The Opportunity Ladder Match and beat seven other men for a title shot. I defeated Cronos Diamante and Issac Entragain to win The No Limits Championship, and I went on to choke out that monster.

As Blade lists his accomplishments, the “Blade” chant renews itself.

The Outlaw: Now I stand before you one show removed from sending my message to LEGACY, and it has never been clearer to me that I am ready to become World Champion again. That drive, that hunger, that passion to be the best in this business is stronger now than it has ever been.

Greyson’s voice is filled with intensity, and in the midst of the cheers of the fans, he makes his desire known.

The Outlaw: I want my shot at The LEGACY World Title. I don’t care who it is after tonight, whether it’s Devastation or X-Calibur. The man with the pen who can make it happen is listening right now, so let me make it clear: The Outlaw versus Devastation or X-Calibur for the World Title.

Greyson glares into the camera.

The Outlaw: Make it happen.

The crowd is going positively crazy with those notions. Devastation vs. The Outlaw? That could be an amazing match up with their conflicting styles. The Outlaw vs. X-Calibur? A dream match for LEGACY. Ignoring the possibility of the fan favorites clashing, and loyalties aside, the fans want this and they scream louder and louder for Greyson and his ideas.

The Outlaw: I’m putting The World Title back around my waist. Case Clo-

Before Greyson can finish his trademark phrase, he's rudely interrupted by Slayer's "Here Comes The Pain". As loud as the "Blade" chant was earlier, the boo's ring in twice or three times that when Crash appears on the entrance ramp. He's dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a black & red Diabolik t-shirt, & a pair of black Timberland boots. Crash appears with a microphone in his hand, his other in his pocket. Smiling ear from ear, he looks around at the crowd, who reign in on him with everything they have. Crash enjoys this though. As the clatter dies down, the former LEGACY World Champion speaks.

Crash: I know exactly what you've done here in LEGACY, Greyson. I watched all the video I could when I first returned. I watched how you dominated this organization like no other.

Crash pauses.

Crash: But than Marion's bitch ass put you on the shelf and The Outlaw disappeared.

The boo's come back.

Bryan Harris: You can't deny fact, can you?

Jimmy Yates: You can't deny the look on The Outlaw's face either, can you?

Crash: See Greyson, after your mysterious exodus, things picked up around here. I started playing for me, instead of all these assholes in the seats and LEGACY turned into something. It's became The Diabolik's. We upped the bar. When we took our plan into effect, a lot of real talent arrived here in LEGACY, because we made Belote's company step its game up or die. So now when you return, you gotta start back down the bottom with the other losers. Like Crazy Boy. Like Justin Moreno. In your mind, you believe you’re good enough to rise to the top, but to be honest... I don't think so.

Bryan Harris: True, true.

Crash makes his way down the entrance way, feeling his words have sunk in. He walks alone. No Gryffin. No Win. No Dominion. Crash makes his way up the ring steps and into the ring. He turns and steps right into Greyson Blade's space. Not in his face, but in reaching distance.

Crash: That World Title is mine. Just because I lost once in three times, doesn't mean sh!t. When I do use my rematch clause, I will get it back. No one steps in line before me, not even you. You had your day, but that was too long ago, Blade. Why not try the ToV title or something, that should be nice for you.

The jeering of the crowd pours down upon Crash as he finishes his last sentence, and a gigantic “A**hole” chant begins as Crash stares down The Outlaw, a defiant smirk across his lips. The Outlaw stoically before Crash, unmoving, unflinching, stone silent as the anti-Crash, anti-Diabolik crowd continues to pelt him with insults.

Bryan Harris: See he has nothing to say in return – Crash is right about everything he just said.

Jimmy Yates: I’m sure he’s just choosing his words careful-

Jimmy doesn’t have time to finish his sentence as The Outlaw rears back and hammers Crash with a monster right hand. The crowd explodes in cheers as Crash staggers backwards from the blow. Crash goes to fight back, but Blade is right there to meet him with a second punch, and then send him off with a hard Irish whip to the buckles, that knocks Crash off his feet.

Alan Ducard: I think to The Outlaw actions speak louder than words.

The Outlaw stands across the ring zeroing in on Crash as he attempts to push himself up. The Outlaw motions to Crash to get his ass up as he stalks him, and the crowd knows exactly what’s coming as the cheers grow louder and louder.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw said he would destroy anyone his way to the title, and he’s lining Crash up for the Killshot and this crowd is dying to see Crash get broken in half!

Crash pulls himself up using the ropes, and Blade is about ready to strike when suddenly the CRAAAAAAAACK of two steel chairs meeting with skull in between echoes through the arena, and the denied fans collectively roar in anger as Gryffin Anselm and James Win stand over a fallen Outlaw.

Alan Ducard: The Diabolik is here with Crash! This was a set up! They were just waiting for the right time to strike, and they just crushed Blade’s skull with those steel chairs.

Jimmy Yates: They can’t just man up and do things one-on-one can they?

Bryan Harris: It’s never one-on-one with The Diabolik. You mess with one, you mess with all of them. That is the strength in numbers, and why they rule LEGACY.

The assault continues on The Outlaw as James Win and Gryffin rain down chair shot after chair shot. Win turns the chair sideways and drives it down edge wise into Blade’s ribs, and then works his way up to the neck and skull. Gryffin pulls Blade up for James who then waffles him with another shot to the head as Crash is now revived, and tells his stablemates to “get him back up”.

Jimmy Yates: This assault is simply hellacious! How many times have they hit him?

Alan Ducard: And they aren’t finished yet.

Bryan Harris: That’s right Crash has to have some fun too.

Alan Ducard: Crash has Blade up and … AERO ZEPPLIN DRIVER RIGHT ON THE CHAIR!

The crowd is going insane as Crash finishes the move, and then positions himself over Blade with the mic, looking down at Blade’s face contorted with pain, and a trickle of blood streaming down his forehead.

Crash: I don’t know if you can hear me in there Blade, but if you can’t, watch the tape of us dismantling your ass. There’s no way in hell you get a shot at the World Title before me, and there’s no way you get that shot without beating me.

Crash takes his mic, and slams it down into Blade’s forehead, as the later had tried lifting his head to get up.

Crash: You want The World Title back? Crash vs. Blade. Me vs. You, one-on-one. In fact, we can do that next Strife … if you’re ready.

Alan Ducard: There’s no WAY LEGACY would have that match happen after what we saw!

Bryan Harris: Brutal and efficient – that’s how you work as a unit.

Crash hammers down an elbow into Blade’s bloody forehead, and then he motions for Diabolik to come join him in destroying what’s left of The Outlaw. Win and Anselm, pull Blade to his feet as Crash goes for one of the steel chairs, and the crowd gasps at the possibility of another round of the assault, when suddenly, LEGACY officials and medical staff come rushing the ring, along with The LEGACY World Tag Team Champions.

Jimmy Yates: Thank God, someone is out here to put a stop to this!

Bryan Harris: What is Domination doing out there with them? What business do those meathead have out here?

Alan Ducard: Diabolik seemed hell bent on taking out Greyson permanently, and I doubt they were going to just hand him over to medical staff. Blade’s been instrumental to Domination along with CB in their careers here in LEGACY, and I think they saw more than enough.

Know Your Roll

The scene is backstage at the Calgary arena. Avery George, backstage interviewer and intern for LEGACY is talking to a fair faced young woman with bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes wearing a simple but sexy pink tank halter top and fitted jeans combination. Avery addresses the camera.

Avery George: I’m here with an unexpected arrival, none other than the lovely Jennifer Hamilton, or more commonly known as Jen X – ring announcer for both the defunct TTW and WPW… You’re not here to send Josephina Colbert to the unemployment office, are you?

Jen X seems put off, and distracted, as Avery hold his mic in front of her.

Jen X: No… Actually... I was just here to watch the show… Or so I thought…

Avery George: You came to all the way to Canada to catch a show as a regular audience member?

Jen X: … That’s what I said too, but it is a supercared, afterall…

Jen X’s words trail off, she starts looking around.

Avery George: Said to who??

Jen X: To my boyfriend…

Suddenly a tall, tanned, blonde man wearing a tight black t-shirt displaying bulging pecks, wearing sunglasses and a winning smile approaches.

Avery George: This must be him…

The man, who kind of looks like a surfer, keeps walking

Avery George: Or not?

Jen X shakes her head.

Jen X: That’s not my boyfriend…

She points in the opposite direction.

Jen X: THATS my boyfriend.

The camera swings to the side revealing a man in mid twenties with short dark unkept hair wearing thick black glasses that have seen better days. He’s carrying a cumbersome load of nachos and fountain sodas with a bucket of cheese dip from the concession stand, his “Dragon Ball Z” T-shirt is splotched with overflow of nacho cheese. He struggles to avoid dropping the concessions as he approaches…

Some in the crowd cheer for this somewhat rumpled young man as they recognize former LEGACY roster member, Herbert J. Moxley.

Herb Moxley: Sorry I took so long sweetie cakes… That was like waiting for the next Harry Potter Movie... But look, Bonus cheese is complimentary in Candian Calgary –-

Herb stops suddenly—He notices the camera…

Herb Moxley: Geh, why’re we on camera? Shouldn’t we remain incognito?

Jen X: I’ll ask the questions.

Avery George: Actually that’s my job… My first question... you’re still with this guy?

Both Herb and Jen seem to ignore Avery’s question…

Jen X: What the HELL is this?

She holds up an envelope. Herb makes a face...

Herb Moxley: … I can explain…

Herb starts looking around nervously, it is unclear if he is trying to hide or find a place to put down the huge sodas…

Jen X: I THOUGHT we were here just to watch the show…

Avery takes a step back as the beauty puts on a mean face.

Herb Moxley: Pookie McScooter Pants... you have to understand…

Jen X: DON’T CALL ME THAT NOW! How can you do this to me after what we JUST went through?

Herb Moxley: You know this is where I belong…

Jen X: You told me some things are more important-

Herb Moxley: And they are… YOU are...

Jen X: Then why was this (pointing to the envelope) in your jacket?

Herb Moxley: (Faintly) ... Because I ran out of room in my pokemon lunch box?

Jen’s arms her flail about.

Jen X: JOKES? ALWAYS JOKES! This isn’t funny Herb. I’d cry if I had any tears left. THEY TOLD ME YOU WOULD NEVER WAKE UP. THEY TOLD ME YOU WERE GOING TO… Then your eyesight... and learning to walk again… Was it all for this?

She shakes the envelope in her hand.

Jen X: Was any of it for me?

Herb Moxley: … It wasn’t that bad.

Jen X gawks at Moxley, she looks like she might smack him.

Herb Moxley: Dammit Jen, I was cleared to come back 6 months ago!

She looks disappointed at his reply.

Jen X: … You really are a loser.

She stuffs the envelope in the bucket of nacho cheese and storms off. Herb frowns and Avery starts scratching the back of his neck and looking at his watch.

Avery George: That was…

Herb Moxley: Painful… Weird... Awkward?

Avery George: All of the above?

Herb Moxley: Right… You should have seen my prom night.

Herb tries to smile and fails. He manages to pull out the envelope and tries to hand it to Avery.

Herb Moxley: Give that to Mr. Belote. It’s an application for employment and my medical clearance.

Avery reluctantly takes the cheese covered envelope.

Herb Moxley: So much for the comeback? I better go after her before I become Jen’s X.

This time Herb is able to muster a cheesy grin. No reaction from Avery George.

Herb Moxley: C’mon guy, that was classic. Bah, just… please… get that to Belote.

World Tag Team Championship Match Domination © (RAGE & VENOM) vs Above Average Insanity (John Thomas & Loco Martinez)

Alan Ducard: Our next bout was contested for the Legacy World Tag Team Championships. One of the most dominant teams to grace Legacy's tag division... and their name says it all, Domination. Pitted against two talented individuals who are no strangers. To one another, and to tag team wrestling.

Jimmy Yates: The question we all had Al, was "Can Loco Martinez and John Thomas exist?"

Alan Ducard: Too right. The former best friends-

Bryan Harris: Hey Al, they are still best friends according to Thomas. Martinez just needs to get his head outta his cornhole!

Alan Ducard: Well if we're confused as to their status of their friendship, what does that mean for their TEAM? We can only imagine what the two men themselves were feeling heading into this match.

Bryan Harris: I know what JT was feeling. He was feeling good and confident. Loco? Well who knows what Loco's "feeling" - maybe we can get that therapist in here to do some guest color and let us know how emotionally fragile the MoFo is... and how he needs a hug from Daddy.

Jimmy Yates: American Psychological society on line three, Bry.

Bryan Harris: I told production, no calls when we're filming.

Jimmy Yates: It was a joke, numbnu-

Alan Ducard: Boys. Lets get to the ring!

Start of Match Footage

Inside the ring we see Ben Murdock holding Loco Martinez above his head in a Gorilla Slam position.

Alan Ducard: An impressive display of strength.

He turns facing out over the crowd who ooh's his power, he turns to face the other side of the arena, but Loco starts to wiggle.

Bryan Harris: Not a time to get antsy. That's how terrible falls happen and hospital stays occur.

And yet Loco continues to wiggle, which causes some worry on the face of Murdock. With one quick roll Loco frees himself and slides down the back of the much bigger man and turns it into a sunset set flip. It catches RAGE by surprise and he topples over. The referee drops to make the cover...

One...

Two-NO! Murdock kicks out authoritatively.

Alan Ducard: Thomas and Martinez will have to continue to utilize their speed and athleticism to try to stimey the Champs.

Bryan Harris: Are you saying cuz they're bigger that Domination aren't athletic?

Alan Ducard: Absolutely not. Don't put words in my mouth.

Bryan Harris: It sounded like you called the smaller guys better athletes, and as a bigger guy I take offense to that.

Both men are up and Loco quickly drops down with a drop kick to the knee. Murdock lands flat.

Alan Ducard: I just said with the size and power advantage of Domination that their opponents will have to utilize OTHER means to win. Speed and athleticism. Just like that drop kick to RAGE's knee. Loco nails bounces off the rope and hits a lightning quick leg drop across Murdock's throat. Loco bounces up and nails a standing moonsault. He hooks the leg...

One...

Two...

TH-nope! Murdock shoulders out. A section of fans start a "Lets go Loco" chant, with another section answering "Dom-in-ation". Loco gets up struggling to pull Murdock with him.

Alan Ducard: See, there's that size and strength advantage Domination have over Above Average Insanity.

Bryan Harris: So now you're calling John Thomas, weak?!

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

He goes to whip Ben off the ropes but Murdock plants his feet, and reverses the Irish Whip. Loco off the far ropes, Murdock winds up for a huge clothesline, that Loco ducks beneath. Loco continues off the other ropes, and on his return to where Murdock is standing leaps for a high cross body, but Murdock senses it and drops out of the way. Loco crashes to the mat, his momentum carrying him beneath the bottom rope, and landing on the outside with a sickening thud.

Alan Ducard: Good lord.

Murdock gets up and turns and tags in O'Reilly. Instead of stepping into the ring, O'Reilly hops down onto the arena floor. He goes to Loco who's struggled to one knee. Steve scoops him up, and once again Loco finds himself hoisted high above the ground in a gorilla press slam position. O'Reilly steps towards the ring and heaves Loco over the top rope, and back into the ring. Murdock smiles and nods from the ring apron, as O'Reilly slides into the ring. He makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Th-no. Loco kicks out.

O'Reilly gets back to his feet, bringing Loco with him. Scoops him and slamps him with authority.

Alan Ducard: Sound body slam. Continuing to work on the back as well as the ribcage that can not be feeling well after the last few minutes.

O'Reilly drops a large elbow across Loco's chest. Brings Loco back to his feet and levels Martinez with a nasty looking short armed clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: I felt that!

Steve continues on the offensive. He grabs Loco and begins to set him up for a powerbomb. As Venom hoists Loco into the air, Loco uses all his strength to push off of Venom's shoulders. This sudden change of momentum loosens the grip enough that Loco is able to slide out, and lands heavily on his feet behind O'Reilly. Loco doesn't take more than a moment, and quickly launches backwards with a bicycle styled kick that catches Steve in the back of the head and shoulder, and sends him to one knee. Loco gets up quickly, and dives to his corner making the tag to John Thomas. Some fans cheer Loco being able to make the tag, but quickly begin booing John Thomas as he steps into the ring. Thomas comes in and peppers a few right hands into O'Reilly, and then nails the bigger Domination member with a high standing drop kick. He drops and makes a cover.

One...

two-NO. O'Reilly shoulders out before the ref can get a two count.

Bryan Harris: See what happens when John Thomas enters the match? He's proving he's the best tag team partner Loco's ever had!

Alan Ducard: With the history Loco has teaming up with Rocky Stellar, that’s a tall order to fill.

Thomas is back up. He sizes O'Reilly up as he is getting up. Thomas bounces off of the ropes behind him and leaps grabbing Steve around the head and neck and drives him to the mat with a bulldog. Thomas gets up and nails a vicious looking stomp to the back of Venom's head. Thomas follows that up with a rolling knee drop.

Alan Ducard: Thomas is really working the back of the head and neck. No doubt trying to set up that sick falling neck breaker he's perfected over the years.

Thomas smirks out over the crowd cockily and they retaliate with a chorus of "boo's". Thomas shakes his head as he again approaches the prone O'Reilly. He goes to reach for him to try to drag him to his feet, but O'Reilly snaps to life with a surprisingly nimble small package roll up.

One...

Two...

Th-NO!

Alan Ducard: A great bit of possum being played by Venom, and Thomas's showboating nearly cost him!

Thomas gets up looking angrily, but is met by a wicked right.

Jimmy Yates: That'll wipe the smirk off his face.

Thomas reels backwards O'Reilly charges like a bull and levels John with a nasty running forearm. O'Reilly drags Thomas up to his feet, takes him up and to the side in belly to belly suplex. He hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

Th-

Bryan Harris: No Sir-ee Bob!

O'Reilly brings John back to his feet and whips him hard into his corner. He takes off and runs burying a shoulder into JT's rib cage. He slowly pulls himself back and as John takes a deep breath O'Reilly grabs the middle ropes and delivers three lightning quick and vicious shoulders right into his midsection. Steve steps back and tags in Ben Murdock as John Thomas flops forward onto the mat. The crowd roars with delight.

Bryan Harris: Listen to these people cheering brutality. They should be ashamed of themselves!

Murdock stalks Thomas, who has gotten to his hands and knees, and buries the toe of his boot into John's side. Thomas rolls, and Murdock stays on the offensive. Ben brings John to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Thomas wraps his arms around the top rope stopping himself. Ben reacts to this quickly charging towards Thomas, who ducks looking to back body drop the charging Murdock over the top rope. Ben makes an adjustment reaching and grabbing the ropes so as JT extends with the back body drop, Murdock has a hold of the rope. He ends up swinging his legs to the side, landing on the apron, harmlessly. Thomas stands up smirking over his percieved handiwork, and when he turns to survey the "damage" he is met with a forearm shiver. Murdock then hooks John up for a vertical suplex. The crowd buzzes with anticipation.

Alan Ducard: He can't be thinking...

Bryan Harris: He SHOULDN'T!

Jimmy Yates: He can... and he will!

RAGE lifts Thomas up, but John wraps his right leg over the middle rope, stopping himself from a world of pain. Murdock tries again. Thomas blocks again. Murdock with a third attempt. Thomas one more time stymies it. Murdock releases the hold and buries a shoulder into John's ribs. John slumps over with his head sticking out beneath the top rope, his chest resting on the middle rope. Murdock takes two steps back and moves forward with a wicked knee to JT's eye/temple area. Thomas howls in pain immediately clutching the eye. Murdock drops to the floor and grabs at Thomas' foot and drags him out to the floor. When John stands up on the floor, still clutching at the eye we see some redness, and what appears to be swelling.

Alan Ducard: Gentlemen its hard to tell, but I believe John Thomas is having trouble opening his eye.

Rage delivers right hand, and instictively, John tries to cover up like a boxer who's in trouble.

Jimmy Yates: You may be right Al. He really seems to be favoring his eye, but I'm not buying it.

Bryan Harris: *Scoffs* ... yeah, like John Thomas is REALLY the type of person who fakes an injury.

Rage continues on the attack. He goes to scoop John up and put him back in the ring, but Thomas fights, holding against the apron, not allowing Ben to roll him back inside. Ben shoves him, and John goes back to clutching his eye.

John Thomas: Just gimme a minute, dude.

The crowd begins to boo as the referee's count his 6. Murdock takes notice and rolls into the ring to break the count. Loco takes a knee right in front of the announce table and squints with his good eye towards Loco Martinez, he shouts.

John Thomas: Loc'! Be a bro-ham and get me some water?

Loco stands there, hands on his hips, head cocked to the side with the international look for "REALLY?!?! Are you serious??!!??" plastered on his face.

John Thomas: C'mon dude... its killing me.

Loco looks around mouthing "where the hell am I supposed to get him a water?" Numerous fans willing to help out extend bottles of water purchased at the snack bar, and Loco smiles and nods appreciatively, but heads towards the announce table instead. He snatches a water from Bryan Harris-

Bryan Harris: HEY! That's mine!

And hands it to Thomas. Thomas pours it out over his "damaged" eye. Loco just sighs and shakes his head at the theatrics. Murdock rolls back out of the ring, which restarts the double countout. Thomas still isn't opening his eye. Loco shakes his head and gets down closer to try to see if its damaged. Loco leans down, and rests his hand on the edge of the announce table, but is NOT just on the announce table We see a look of shock come across the announce table.

Alan Ducard: Loco... ummm, you might want to move your hand, mate.

Loco pays no mind as he leans in close to John trying to see if his eye is really damaged of if Thomas is faking. We slowly pan down as Loco inspects Thomas' eye and we get a huge close up broadcast on the giant tron inside the arena of Loco Martinez's right hand resting on top of the Legacy World Title.

Jimmy Yates: *in a whisper* - he has no idea where his hand is right now?

A gasp spreads through the arena as an audible buzz starts. Loco, oblivious continues to attempt to check on his injured partner.

Loco Martinez: Just let me look at it, dude.

Thomas pulls his hand away and flashes a huge cheshire cat like grin, both eyes wide open, and fine.

Loco Martinez: You're an ass.

There's an eruption from the crowd as Ben Murdock levels John Thomas, and begins laying in the boots but that is not who the eruption is for. Full sprint from the back explodes X-Calibur. He makes it to the announce table as Loco turns to see what the ruckus is about. He meets an icy glare from the Legacy World Champion. Loco looks around confused.

X Looks down at Loco's hand.

Loco looks down at Loco's hand. Then Loco looks up with a smirk.

Loco Martinez: C'mon dude... it was an accide-

X rocks Loco with a right hand staggering him. The crowd lets out a huge gasp, then some boo, some cheer.

Alan Ducard: X! It was an honest mistake!

X grabs Loco's wrist and whips him hard into the ring apron. He follows up with a stiff boot to the gut and then pulls him in quickly, and leans in close to Loco's ear, the Legacy camera able to pick up X saying,

X-Calibur: oops.

X-Terminator!

Loco's dropped, and out on the floor. X goes and straightens the belt. He walks past Murdock and shoots him a look which is met by Ben, but Ben quickly goes back to stomping on Thomas. Murdock picks up John and slings him onto his shoulder and runs driving JT's spine into the ring post. He rolls him into the ring. Follows up with a quick leg drop. He then gets up and tags in Venom. Venom puts Thomas into powerbomb position as Rage climbs the ropes.

Powerbomb from O'Reilly!

Clothesline from the top from Murdock!

Alan Ducard: That's Total Domination!

Steve O'Reilly makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Three!!!

The bell rings as the two members of Domination stand to celebrate. In the ring, John Thomas is just beginning to stir. Outside Loco is also finally stirring. He gets up with a fire in his eye. He stands and leans up against the ring apron glaring up the ramp at X-Calibur who walks away.

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners and STILL World Tag Team Champions... RAGE!! VENOM!!! DOM-IN-ATION!!!!!

Alan Ducard: What mayhem here tonight. The finish of the match sees Domination retaining their World Tag Team Championship. But what of X-Calibur's attack on Loco Martinez. Loco didn't willingly and knowingly touch X's title. He was clearly checking on a friend and made a mistake.

Bryan Harris: You have to pay attention to your surroundings at all time, Al. If not? You're gonna get X-Terminated.

Jimmy Yates: I can't get past this sinking feeling that Thomas knew what he was doing there. Why crouch down right here in front of us with his "eye injury". Why take so much time? He wanted Loco to get close to the belt. To touch it.

Alan Ducard: That could be, Jimmy. But why?

Bryan Harris: Good question, Al. John Thomas is not someone who would play a friend, and tag team partner like that. I think Yates has seen one too many conspiracy theory special on the History channel

Jimmy Yates: Maybe John wanted Loco to feel the pain JT had to experience last week.

Bryan Harris: JT manned up last week and was the only one to call X out for treating the belt with such disregard. He led by example. And if that IS the case then this is just more of that "tough love", John keeps speaking of.

Backstage, Earlier Tonight

This portion of Legacy opens up in a locker room. There is a TV playing in there with a figure standing in front of it, arms crossed. The camera pans and it is shown that the figure is Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Even though he is not on the SuperCard, he is there to watch the action live in the luxury of his locker room.

Tyrone is watching intently at his friend and mentor, Greyson Blade cut a promo on him wanting to be World Champion again as Crash walks down the ramp. As The Outlaw watches the former World Champion approaching him, Crazy Boy notices something on the side of the TV, as Gryffin Anselm and James Win get into the ring and drop Greyson to the mat with chairs. Crazy Boy doesn't waste a second and turns around and starts to run toward the door.

CrazyBoy: Stupid Diabolik... I'm going to rip them all limb from limb!

CB rushes out the door and runs down the hallway, in attempt to make it to the ring to help out his mentor, Greyson Blade. As he turns a corner in the hallway and before he can react, almost runs smack into Anastasia Ewing! Tyrone loses his footing and falls on the ground, rolling a little bit before trying to get to his feet. A hand is extended, grabbing the Crazy One by the arm and lifting him to his feet. Tyrone looks up as the camera pans to see John Thomas is the one who picked him up off the floor. Crazy Boy turns around and looks at the female road agent he almost knocked over.

CB: Sorry about that, but I gotta go.

Before Crazy Boy can continue his trek towards the ring, John Thomas takes him by the arm and swings him back around, stopping his momentum completely.

John Thomas: Whoa, hold on, where exactly are you going so fast after knocking down my girl, here?

Crazy Boy narrows his eyes at John Thomas and struggles a little bit against his hold.

CB: Have you been watching in the past couple of minutes?! My friend and mentor is out there in the ring getting beat down by Diabolik. I have to go out there and even the odds a little bit, if you know what I mean.

John looks a little taken aback.

John Thomas: Know what you mean?! It sounds to me like you’re about to get yourself involved in something that doesn’t concern you.

Down the corridor, there is some commotion coming from near the gorilla position. CB looks down the hall, then looks back at John.

CB: Wait a minute, don't tell me. You are a member of Diabolik?! Is that what it is? You joined that scum of a faction? Well, if you are, where's your shirt? If you have no business with Diabolik, then why are you holding me back from going out there and helping a fellow friend out?

John Thomas: In case you didn’t know, Gryffin Anselm taught me a lot in the first year I was in this business, and I consider him as much of a friend as you consider Greyson Blade, so even though I’m not a member of The Diabolik, I’m not exactly interested in you screwing up whatever plans they’ve got for your mentor buddy.

Crazy Boy jerks firmly and finally breaks free of John Thomas's hold.

CB: I don't have time for this. I have to go.. NOW. I am not going to be held back from helping him, and there is nothing that anyone can do to stop me.

Tyrone takes one last look at JT before slowly turning around. Reaching out, John Thomas grabs Crazy Boy by the arm, spins him around back-to-back….

BAM!! SICK NECKBREAKER!!!

John Thomas gets back to his feet, looking down at a lifeless Crazy Boy, and a smirk shows up on his face.

John Thomas: Nothing, huh?

Turning around, John taps Anastasia on the shoulder and slowly walks away.

John Thomas: Come on, let’s go. I think the match is up next.

Anastasia glances down at Crazy Boy, and then the duo walk off.

Forging Ahead

Walking with a sense of purpose, the trio known as El Chupacabra make their way through the back hallways of the arena. As they pass the various doors, Diego checks to see who the inhabitants are on the right side of the corridor, Hector busting into the doors on the left side. Hannah Perez keeps her eyes on a swivel, looking ahead of them, and she ends up being the one who finds the person they’re looking for. Pointing ahead of them, Hannah alerts Diego to someone down the hall.

Diego de Cardenas – There’s Cartwright. Let’s go have a few words.

The camera turns to show Smith Cartwright talking to road agent Preston Thompkins. Having not seen El Chupacabra coming, Smith starts to walk off.

Hector Rodriguez: HEY! CARTWRIGHT!!

Smith turns his head and notices the approaching trio, and he stops walking, allowing them to approach.

Hannah Perez: We need to have a few words with you, Smith.

Cartwright shrugs slightly.

Smith Cartwright: Okay, go right ahead.

Diego is obviously fuming mad.

Diego de Cardenas – Did you see what happened last week? Did you watch Strife 41, since you weren’t here to do your job?! Did you witness the TRAVESTY that happened?!

Smith gives it some thought.

Smith Cartwright: You mean when Jerry Starr got mauled by Frank Garvin? I didn’t realize you cared…

Infuriated, Diego lunges at Smith, but Hector reaches out his hand and holds his tag team partner back.

Hector Rodriguez: What he’s talking about… is when ANARCHY showed up and interfered in the match between Diego and Crazy Boy.

Smith’s eyes get wider and he slowly nods.

Smith Cartwright: Yeah, I saw that.

Diego de Cardenas: THEY HAD NO RIGHT GETTING INVOLVED IN MY MATCH!! THEY HAD NO RIGHT TO BE AT RINGSIDE!

Smith winces as he gets yelled at, and puts his fingers in his ears, trying to get the ringing to stop.

Hannah Perez: Yeah, and we wanna know what you’re going to do about it. So?

Smith Cartwright: Do about it?

He considers it for a moment, and then he sees something down the hall and calls out.

Smith Cartwright: Preston! Hey! Was that ANARCHY I just saw?

The camera turns and spots Preston Thompkins, who had walked off while Smith was talking to El Chupacabra. He looks down a side hallway and then nods his head. Smith waves his arm, and Preston takes the hint and calls out. Smith turns back to Hannah Perez.

Smith Cartwright: We’ll take care of this.

The camera turns and watches as ANARCHY comes up the hallway from where Preston was standing. Smith turns to Hannah and gives her a word of warning.

Smith Cartwright: I don’t want anybody fighting right now, so if any of you throw a punch on them, I won’t help you get any resolution to this, understand?

Diego grits his teeth, and Hector reaches out and moves him back a couple steps. Once they arrive, Smith Cartwright turns to ANARCHY.

Smith Cartwright: Guys, I saw that you showed up at ringside for the match between Diego and Crazy Boy back at STRIFE 41. Care to explain why?

T.Rex: We were bored?

T.Rex flashes a huge smile, but Smith is clearly not amused.

Arch Angel: Listen, Smith. We heard those two running their yaps about how they were gonna do the old "numbers game" bit on Crazy Boy. We didn't want to see it... SO?

T.Rex: We took a whiz in their Cheerios.

Arch Angel: ... so to speak.

Smith Cartwright: Well T.Rex, Arch Angel, it sounds to me like Diego, Hector, and Hannah aren’t too happy about you guys showing up… so here’s what I’m going to do. Two weeks from now at STRIFE 43, we’re going to have a little tag match. ANARCHY against El Chupacabra. The winner? One step closer to a pay per view shot at the World Tag Team Champions.

T.Rex: Fine wit' me. Just want to let yous know. If that sweet little broad you got out there with you gets in MY way? *T.Rex eyes her up* She's getting a spanking.

Hannah shudders at the thought.

Arch Angel: Yeah, hope you three are pleased. Last Strife you couldn't handle us OUTSIDE the ring. Whatcha gonna do when you have to face Anarchy inside that ring?

T.Rex again eyeballs Hannah.

T.Rex: And baby any time you want a lil' one on one? Just let me know.

Rex blows her a kiss as he and Angel turn to walk off, and Hector Rodriguez looks over at Smith Cartwright.

Hector Rodriguez: They turn their back on us like that at Strife 43? It’s not going to turn out well for them.

With a smirk on his face, Diego turns to Hannah.

Diego de Cardenas – Now that business is done, let’s get you that spaking.

A grin forms on Hannah’s face, and she shakes her ass as she walks off, with Diego watching from a few steps behind. Hector watches the duo walk away, and then he turns to Smith Cartwright.

Hector Rodriguez: You know of anywhere I can go to watch the rest of the show?

Smith Cartwright: Go ask Preston, he’ll find you a spot.

Hector nods his head, and then the two turn and walk off.

Medical Attention & Intentions

The cameras head backstage to where the medical staff has been treating The Outlaw for the injuries he suffered earlier in the evening. His forehead has been bandaged, and they are asking him questions, obviously afraid he may have suffered a concussion. Just as the camera zooms in on the action, one of the medical staff notices. The sandy haired doctor looks rather annoyed by the cameras presence.

Doctor: You need to leave, we’re trying to treat him and see how badly he’s hurt.

Camera Guy: Hey, I’m only here because I was asked to be here …

Doctor: Asked?! Who asked?

The Outlaw: I asked to have one sent here.

Doctor: Why in the world would you do something like that?

The Outlaw looks up at the doctor and into the camera. It’s obvious that he’s not in a good way and that he’s in a lot of pain. He goes to stand, but he immediately feels the room start to spin so he thinks better of it.

The Outlaw: I asked him to come here because I have a message for those f****ers that attacked me earlier tonight. You made a hell of a lot of mistakes tonight, but your biggest mistake was not finishing me off when you had the chance tonight. Officials be damned you had the chance and you didn’t take it. So, you think because you’re The Diabolik that you can do what you want? That you can gang up on whomever you want? That you can take what you want? You just screwed with the wrong man; you’ve started a war. This isn’t over, and it won’t even be over next Strife. Sure, I’m going to accept the challenge for next show …

Doctor: YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!

The Outlaw: I’m dead serious …

Doctor: But your condition …

The Outlaw: My condition be damned, Crash has a beating coming his way, and it will not wait. They set me up no doubt. Yes, I’m hurt. However, what’s it say about Crash, and where the power really lies, if even in this condition I beat him? I’m going to take down The Diabolik “champion” next Strife. I’ll sign the papers. I’ll sign the waivers. I’ll do whatever it takes to get my hands around his throat next Strife. First I’ll Killshot the king, and then … then I’m coming for the kingdom.

Case Closed.

With that the camera shot fades out.

World Championship Match X-Calibur © vs Devastation

Bryan Harris: Well folks, with six matches in the bag, it’s now time for the fourth championship match of the evening, and for anyone at home keeping score, you know that means it’s time for the main event match between X-Calibur and Devastation, and the LEGACY World Champion belt is on the line.

Alan Ducard: Tonight’s match is the first title defense attempt of X-Calibur’s championship reign, and based on everything we’ve heard him say, X-Calibur wants to be a fighting champion. He placed his belt on our announce table to start STRIFE 41, and it appears that he did that to send a message to the rest of the roster that the belt was going to be close enough for people to chase after it…

Jimmy Yates: But as we also saw when John Thomas picked it up and got into the ring with it, X-Calibur doesn’t want people touching his property.

Bryan Harris: The man who was the first person ever to hold that championship belt over two years ago, Devastation, showed up after STRIFE 41’s main event and let it be known that he didn’t like how X-Calibur was treating the belt, and X-Calibur accepted the challenge for tonight’s contest.

Alan Ducard: Some people felt that Devastation might not have been the top challenger to the belt, but from what I’ve seen of him, I don’t question his ability to put up enough of a fight to bring home the gold.

Jimmy Yates: Both of these guys have been through adversity in their careers, and you have to think that they know how much a World Championship match is worth. X-Calibur went through a lot to gain the belt, and Devastation knows that if he doesn’t win this match, it might be a while before he gets another opportunity at it. They both obviously want to make sure that after this match is over, they don’t have to climb back into an opportunity to fight for the belt.

Bryan Harris: People know the story, people know what’s on the line, so let’s not make them wait any longer. Let’s get to the main event.

Start of Match Footage

Devastation is rocked backwards with a dropkick, but he refuses to go down. X-Calibur back up on his feet, and he jumps for another one. Devastation sees it coming though and half-swats, half-side-steps him, letting the LEGACY World Champion hit nothing but air and canvas.

Bryan Harris: Looks like X went to the well one too many times!

As soon as X-Calibur is on his feet, Devastation is waiting for him with a running lariat... but X-Calibur sees it coming, ducks, grabs onto the back of Devastation’s neck, and snaps down to the mat with a falling neckbreaker.

Jimmy Yates: Just like that, X turns it back around!

Alan Ducard: It took a little bit of an exchange, but Devastation is off of his feet.

X-Calibur rolls on top of Devastation and rains down the punches. Lefts and rights from a mounted position, and all Devastation can do is cover up for protection. After a flurry of more than a dozen shots, X-Calibur stops for a breather.

Jimmy Yates: He’s gonna tire himself out if he keeps this kinda pace.

Bryan Harris: Yeah and with Devastation having the type of background that most MMA athletes would kill for, that’s giving the challenger a chance to capitalize.

Devastation sees the crack in the window sill open wide enough and he decides to slip through it. Forming an axe-handled with his fists, he reaches his long arms up onto the button of X’s jaw and smashes him off of him with blunt force, letting his back fall backwards to the canvas. Sitting up, he holds X-Calibur’s legs down like he just performed a sunset flip and watches Porter calmly slide into position..

One!

X-Calibur uses his shoulder strength to push himself up off of the mat, holding Devastation’s legs forward as far as he can go for the pin attempt.

One!

Devastation pulls his legs down as hard as he can and X-Calibur uses this in his favor. Rolling backwards and up off of the mat, X-Calibur slams the shin of his leg into the sternum of Devastation, causing him to cry out with a guffaw of sudden pain. With Devastation gasping for air after having his lungs deflated from the chest kick, X-Calibur runs towards the ropes behind him. He springs forward off of the recoil with a flying knee, and delivers it straight into the back of Dev’s head before the big man could even get up from the seated position.

Alan Ducard: Goodness gracious!! What a knee shot!!

Jimmy Yates: GOD... he could’ve knocked him out with that!! That’s gonna have some long-lasting effect here in this match, mark my words..

Bryan Harris: He’s used something similar to that before... I believe he’s got a name for it but I haven’t heard what it actually is.

Jimmy Yates: Whatever the champion is calling it, it’s one thing above all else... EFFECTIVE.

Dropping down on top of Devastation, X-Calibur drives a forearm into his face and hooks one of the massive legs with his free arm..

One..

Two..

Devastation uses the power in his legs to kick out emphatically, showing much resolve and willpower to go on.

Bryan Harris: How did he kick out?! Devastation looked unconscious!

Jimmy Yates: I have no clue, Bry. But down deep somewhere, the former World Champion found something to give him the will to go on.

Lifting Devastation up to his feet, X-Calibur shoots a few right hands into his forehead, rocking him back a bit and keeping him unbalanced. Retreating to the ropes full steam ahead, X-Calibur comes running off with a flying clothesline. Devastation is ready for it though and uses his sheer size and power advantage to step forward and catch X-Calibur for a urinage while spinning one-hundred and eighty degrees into a thunderous side slam.

Alan Ducard: Oh my!!!!!!!!!

Bryan Harris: Good GOD!! What a counter!!

Bryan Harris: Cover him, Dev! Cover him!!

Almost as if he were reacting to Harris’ words, Devastation makes a lateral cover...

One!!

Two!!

THR- No!!! X-Calibur gets a shoulder up!!

Not wasting a single moment by arguing with the close call, Devastation crawls behind the momentarily stunned X-Calibur. Lifting his opponent’s arm up, Devastation places one of his legs around the side of X’s head, bending it so that his calf is tucked firmly underneath his chin. Devastation then locks his leg with his other one and begins constricting his legs, trying to cut off the oxygen supply to the World Champion’s brain. Luckily for the World Champion though, X-Calibur manages to wedge his hand in between his chin and Dev’s leg.

Bryan Harris: He locked in a triangle choke! And its in DEEP!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur is in a really bad way right here..

Jimmy Yates: X might’ve blocked it with his hand... besides, I’ve honestly never seen X-Calibur tap out in his decade-plus long career, and I don’t see him starting now..

Wrenching back on it, X-Calibur’s legs flail for a bit, as Devastation pulls back on X-Calibur’s arm, almost ripping his shoulder from its socket. With a maddened look in his eye, Devastation yells at the ref to ask him, knowing full well X-Calibur couldn’t say anything even if he wanted to give up. Porter gets down low, trying to see if X-Calibur is ready to submit. X-Calibur fights it though as the crowd splits off into separate chants.

“Lets-go-X!”

“X-Cal-sucks!”

“Lets-go-X!”

“X-Cal-sucks!”

Bryan Harris: The crowd is split! Listen to them!

Determined to not give in, X-Calibur swings his hips around and gets to one knee. Its all X-Calibur needed to lean to his left and hold Devastation down for a pin-attempt.

One!

Two!

Jimmy Yates: Nnnnnno! So very close!

Just before three, Devastation pulls X-Calibur back down to the mat without breaking the triangle choke. Wrenching it in even tighter, the crowd sits on the edges of their seats, enthralled with the mat game put on display here by Devastation.

“Dev-A-Stay-Shun!”

“SUCKS!”

“Dev-A-Stay-Shun!”

“SUCKS!”

Alan Ducard: I can’t get over how down the middle this crowd is. I think a lot of them are still unsure of X-Calibur’s intentions, and being the wrestling savant that Devastation is... it’s a unique atmosphere, ladies and gents!

Digging down deep once again, X-Calibur finds a way to push himself up off of the mat and with his free arm he tries to hold down Devastation’s upper body and shoulders against the mat. Leaning with all of his weight into Devastation, X-Calibur struggles to hold the big man down. Porter is right there though, and he spots Dev’s shoulders being pinned.

One!

Two!!

THR- No!

At the very last second, Devastation relinquishes the triangle choke and frees himself of the pinning predicament.

Bryan Harris: Another close one!!

Alan Ducard: I think Devastation almost cost himself the match there... he was almost a victim of his own unintentional chancery!

Remaining on the ground for a moment, X-Calibur tries to recuperate from the triangle choke, as Devastation gathers his bearings while on his knees.

Jimmy Yates: Both of these guys have been giving it their all here... Devastation has shown the world that, despite X-Calibur and others feeling the complete opposite, that he is fully capable of becoming LEGACY World Champion once again.

Bryan Harris: It’s a little early to tell, to be honest. We’ll know if he’s capable... if he wins the title. Simple as that.

Jimmy Yates: That... that actually makes sense.

Grabbing X-Calibur by the back of his head he starts bringing him to his feet. Nailing him with a hard left cross, X-Calibur reels back into the ropes. Devastation follows him in, grabs an arm, and then shoots him off to the turnbuckle with deafening force. The snapping sound of back meeting turnbuckles echoes through out the arena as X-Calibur grimaces from the blunt force.

Alan Ducard: Oof! I think all of Calgary heard that one!

Devastation holds the back of his head for a moment, still suffering intently from the stiff knee shot to the back of the head he received earlier. Stalking, not running, in towards the corner where X-Calibur is situated, he puts both fists up, ready for a brawl.

Bryan Harris: Devastation looks poised for a fight here, folks. And with a distinct height and weight advantage, I wouldn’t want to be in X’s shoes right now..

Seeing an opportunity, X-Calibur hops up to the middle turnbuckle and flies off with a crossbody... but Devastation catches him.

Jimmy Yates: Holy Superman comebacks, Batman!! What strength!!

Holding him there for a moment, Devastation steps forward, and with great strength he climbs to the second turnbuckle. From there he flings X-Calibur up and over his head into a fireman’s carry with a powerful display of strength.

Alan Ducard: What stren-

Bryan Harris: Look out!! X countered it!!

Before he could do anything though, X-Calibur uses Devastation’s own power against him and turns it into momentum for himself. In a modified sunset flip, X-Calibur slithers right down Devastation’s back, latching onto his waist. Instead of following through with a pull down powerbomb though, he lands his feet land on the mat and pulls Devastation off of the middle turnbuckle... then WALKS to the center of the ring with Devastation ON his shoulders!

Bryan Harris: No freaking way!!

Alan Ducard: Incredible!!

Holding the much larger man up into a powerbomb position for a few seconds while witnessing the flashing lights of cameras going off all around him, X-Calibur snaps down to the mat with a sit-down powerbomb, holding Devastation’s legs tightly for the pin combo. The crowd counts along..

One!!

Two!!

THREE- NO!!

Jimmy Yates: Devastation kicks out!!

“TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Getting to his feet, X-Calibur looks out at the crowd and signals something. Stepping between the middle and top ropes, X-Calibur walks across the apron to the corner and begins his ascension to the top rope.

Alan Ducard: Could we be seeing the Hang Time Elbow?

Jimmy Yates: Look like it, Al..

Measuring up Devastation, X-Calibur climbs to the top and looks out at everyone in attendance. Despite some of them booing him earlier, everyone is on their feet now, marking out for the patented Hang Time Elbow drop X-Calibur has made famous in LEGACY. Smirking to the audience, X-Calibur then leaps forward... but Devastation rolls out of the way at the last possible second!

Jimmy Yates: What~?!

Alan Ducard: No dominos!

Jimmy Yates: Um... the term in America is no “dice”. But you were close, Al..

Bryan Harris: X-Calibur took a moment to look at the crowd, and you know what? That cost him. Instead of being worried about what everyone was thinking of him, he should’ve been worried about actually connecting with the move.

Alan Ducard: That’s the first time I’ve EVER seen somebody escape that one!!

Getting to his feet, exhausted from the amount of strength he had to put out for that move, X-Calibur collapses into the top rope, holding himself up. Devastation meanwhile slowly starts getting to his feet, holding the back of his head all-the-while.

X-Calibur musters up every bit of courage in his body and pushes away from the ropes. But as soon as he moves toward Devastation he is met with a jumping roundhouse leg lariat, which sends him down onto the back of his neck.

Alan Ducard: Oi!!! X could be OUT!! Devastation was actually suspended in mid-air for a second there before he nailed X!!

Bryan Harris: He was just folded up like an accordion... so he very well could be out.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation’s hooking a leg!

One!

Two!

THR- No!

Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time!

Frustrated that he didn’t get the three, Devastation pounds his hand on the mat as he gets to his feet. Grabbing the Champion by the back of his head he guides him to his feet. Met with a desperate elbow to the mid-section, Devastation eats it up. Ignoring the pain, Devastation head-butts X-Calibur square in the noggin’. Dropping X to one knee, Devastation moves away to the ropes. Running full speed ahead at X-Calibur with one boot outstretched, he misses connecting with his skull by mere inches.

Quickly getting to his feet, X-Calibur runs to the same ropes Devastation ran into. Turning around to face X-Calibur long before he reaches him, Devastation has an arm extended for a clothesline, but its ineffective as X runs straight into Devastation, their upper bodies smacking into one another.

Alan Ducard: Blimey, that was like two trains colliding.

Lifting underneath Devastation’s leg with his right arm, X-Calibur pushes all the way up so that his right hand hooks behind Devastation’s neck, interlocking with X’s left hand. Then, heaving up with all of his might, X-Calibur lifts Devastation up and over, slamming him down straight on his head with a brainbuster variation of the capture suplex.

Bryan Harris: Oh my God!!!!

Jimmy Yates: That was... UGLY.

“HO-LEE-SH!T! HO-LEE-SH!T!”

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure if Dev’s weight was too much for X to hold in that belly to belly position or if he intended on dropping Devastation dangerously like that, but either way, that was hard to watch.

Falling to the mat, feeling the residual effects of having to fling Dev’s weight over him like a rag doll, X-Calibur slowly crawls to Devastation’s prone body, making a lateral press...

One!!

Two!!

THR… NO!

Alan Ducard: Devastation barely... just BARELY gets a shoulder up!

Jimmy Yates: That was like two and nine tenths right there!!

Alan Ducard: I seriously thought this one was over. That was one of the sickest moves I’ve seen in a while. Dev could be hurt right here, folks..

Bryan Harris: The way Dev’s holding the back of his head... he very well could be.

Lifting Devastation up into the air with a scoop slam, X-Calibur gently, albeit awkwardly, positions Devastation’s large body down into a tombstone piledriver. Without warning, X-Calibur drops to his knees, spiking Devastation’s head straight into the mat with incredible force. Hooking a leg, Porter slides in to make the count, and the fans count along with him.

One!

Two!

Three!

Jimmy Yates: He got him! He got him!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur retains!

Bryan Harris: No he didn’t! Look!

Klinton Porter waves off the three-count just as X-Calibur raises his hands in the air for the victory. But Porter points to Devastation’s foot laying on the bottom rope, which had draped across it milliseconds before his hand came down for the three. X-Calibur argues this but Porter remains adamant about the call.

Alan Ducard: Man... looks like this match ISN’T over. Talk about close... it couldn’t GET any closer than that one!

Lifting Devastation to his feet, X-Calibur signals something resembling stealing third to the crowd but before he can even finish signaling, Devastation fights through the pain in the back of his neck and lifts X-Calibur up for a see-saw spinebuster.

Jimmy Yates: Whoa! Where’d he get that from?!

Alan Ducard: I don’t know but I’m impressed. Dev just got spiked on his head twice, PLUS he got nailed with that knee earlier, so I don’t even know what it could possibly take to keep him down.

Teetering X-Calibur back and forth... squinting from the sheer amount of pain going through his neck and spine from the onslaught of the World Champion... Devastation carefully slides X-Calibur down his back a bit, preparing for his patented version of the over-the-shoulder back-to-belly piledriver.

Bryan Harris: Decapitator!

Alan Ducard: That’s it!

X-Calibur wriggles his feet though and before Devastation can hook his arm around X-Calibur’s neck, X pushes down on Devastation’s back, sliding upwards and back into the full-fledged see-saw position. Devastation tries to slide him back down again, but X-Calibur hooks his right hand around Devastation’s head. Pushing off of him, X-Calibur turns in mid-air while hooking the back of his head into a full three-quarter neck-lock, driving Devastation’s head harshly into the mat.

Jimmy Yates: X-Terminator!!!

Bryan Harris: Out of NOWHERE!! Center of the ring!!

Laying on the mat for a second, completely exhausted from the struggle on top of Devastation’s back and shoulders, X courageously rolls Devastation’s big body onto its back and hooks the leg for a deep cover.. Porter slides into position and the audience counts along as they stand..

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alan Ducard: The champion retains!!

Jimmy Yates: What a spectacular match these two had!!

The bell sounds and the arena explodes into cheers, forgetting the doubt and speculation they have for X-Calibur for the moment. “Harvester of Sorrow” then hits the speakers and Josephina Colbert gets on the microphone for the official announcement.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match... and STILL.... LEGACY WORLD CHAMPION... X-CAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUR!!!

Alan Ducard: Just when it looked like Devastation was going to mount a comeback, X hit him with the X-Terminator and put a stop to it poste haste. What a main event this has been!

Jimmy Yates: He sure did, but to give credit where credit is due, Devastation showed why he is a title contender. Every step of the way, he brought it to X-Calibur tonight and if he hadn’t been caught by a lucky knee earlier, I believe this one could’ve turned out a lot differently.

Bryan Harris: What is X doing here?

Klinton Porter hands X-Calibur the LEGACY World Championship, but X-Calibur refuses to take it. Instead, he points to the top of the ramp and mouths “Lay it down!”, to Porter. Porter shrugs, hoisting the Legacy World Title over his shoulder and exits the ring. Walking up the ramp, Porter takes the title and holds it by the tip of the strap. Once he reaches the beginning of the ramp he simply lays it down, just as X-Calibur did earlier in the night on the announce table.

Alan Ducard: Looks like X-Calibur is making another statement.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, he seems to be doing that a lot lately.

X-Calibur goes to leave the ring, but he notices Devastation struggling to roll over. Eventually he does though and attempts to get his knees. All of a sudden though, X-Calibur approaches him.

Bryan Harris: Looks like Devastation’s about to get a beat down.

As Devastation struggles to roll over, holding the back of his neck, X-Calibur reaches down and grabs him by his shoulder. Helping him to his feet, X-Calibur pats him on the back and nods his head, mouthing, “Good match.”. The fans decide applaud this, clapping both for the LEGACY World Champion and Devastation himself. Looking around at everyone, X-Calibur smirks and starts heading out of the ring. Grabbing a microphone from the time keeper’s area, X-Calibur begins making his way up the ramp.

X-Calibur: Devastation - [Hurried breath, still pumped from wrestling.] - THAT was a good fight, friendo. You might’ve lost the match... but you gave me the fight I wanted. [Struggling to catch his breath.] You... you came right out here and said you didn’t like me parading around without my belt. You said I was a... disgrace to the championship... right?

He paused, watching Devastation stand tall in the ring, holding his neck but still managing a firm, unhappy nod.

X-Calibur: Yeah? Well, that’s okay. After all, it’s an opinion. It’s an opinion... and you know what? YOU - [Points at Devastation.] - did something about it. YOU put your money where your mouth was. YOU showed up to the dance. YOU didn’t run. YOU didn’t play games. YOU gave me everything you had... and that? Even though I still don’t like your ass any more than I did before? THAT... I can and will respect.

The fans all applaud this as X-Calibur leads the way, showing Devastation the utmost respect for the match they just had. Wiping away the sweat from his head, X-Calibur looked around the audience and then looked down at the title.

X-Calibur: And that’s all I ask for, LEGACY. Some damn respect... because like it or not, I think I’ve earned it.

“X-Cal! X-Cal! X-Cal!”

X-Calibur: We’re turning a new leaf in LEGACY, folks. In my eyes? EVERYONE is the number one contender. Because... if you want a shot at THIS?

He motions for the cameraman to come towards him, which he does. Pointing down to the belt, the camera then zooms in on the championship belt, getting a close-up of all its glistening beauty.

X-Calibur: ASK... and you shall receive. But... dare try and TAKE from me?! Like... like some thief in the night?! Well then... like all thieves caught in the act, you’ll receive your punishment. One way... or another.

Letting the camera stay focused on the LEGACY World Championship for a few moments, X-Calibur drops the microphone. “Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers suddenly and the fans all applaud X-Calibur’s warningful words... and just as X-Calibur picks up his LEGACY World Championship, holding it high into the air for the whole world to see, the broadcast fades to the LEGACY logo and subsequent copyrights.