Alan Ducard: Not surprisingly, it looks like our LEGACY World Champion is going to jump-start things tonight!

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he “kick-starts” it right across the skull of someone.

Jimmy Yates: If last week is any indication, then I would almost bet on it, Bryan.

As the song progresses, the harsh, familiar words begin to flow out into the crowd. Some of them sing along. Some of them just scream.

“My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
Ive loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate”

The LEGACY JumboVision shows the LEGACY World Title. Clean and shimmering for only a split-second as a splash of blood quickly washes over it.

“I give
You take
This life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth”

The title turns into X-Calibur performing the X-Terminator on Crash. Turns into Justin Moreno. Turns into John Thomas. Turns into Devastation.

“Anger
Misery
Youll suffer unto me”

Devastation being X-Terminated turns into X-Calibur performing the Hang Time Elbow onto Cade Sydal. Turns into Derek Shane. Turns into Stephen Rawlings. Turns into X-Calibur going to perform the move on somebody else but he freezes in mid-air as a another digital splash of blood paints itself across the screen.

“Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow”

Gold fireworks EXPLODE, starting at the entrance and working its way down to the ring, culminating in a great crescendo of multiple explosions and strobe lights flashing wildly.

“Pure black looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to be”

The LEGACY World Champion appears through the curtains to a roaring reception. His right fist is raised high in the air with the World Title dangling down from it. A photogenic sight had it not been the irregular flashes coming from the strobe light effect.

“Drink up
Shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gain”

The lights gradually fade into a steady tint of red and gold and X-Calibur starts making his way down the aisle. Fans outstretch their fists, to which X answers with a big fist bump. Those that can take it, revel in the fact they got to touch their hero. Those that can’t take it, never even had their arms outstretched at all.

“Anger
Misery
Youll suffer unto me”

He sports his “Pain is Temporary...” t-shirt, a pair of faded blue jeans, and black casual boots. Slinging the championship belt over his shoulder, X-Calibur makes his way up the steel steps, across the ring apron, and then steps in between the ropes. Looking around at the audience, X-Calibur smirks widely as James Hetfield pumps up the entire Canadian audience as best as the legendary musician can.

“Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow”

He raises the belt again and cameras pop like fireflies in the forest. Soon thereafter, once everyone has had the chance to get accustomed to the sight, the music fades and the lights go back to normal. Holding the championship belt out, X-Calibur looks around at everyone as everybody in the audience

“X-Cal! X-Cal! X-Cal!”

Bryan Harris: I don’t get these people. Last week they were cheering him and booing him. This week? They’re cheering him... are all Canadians idiots or what?

Alan Ducard: Well, if you think about it the people have had a few weeks to let what happened between X-Calibur and Loco marinate. And after seeing what they both had to say in their respective promotional videos, I think the people are just generally excited for both men. Like X or not, he’s one of the most talented individuals there is, and it seems as if everything he’s done so since winning the championship has been done for a reason.

Jimmy Yates: That’s a very good observation, Alan. Whatever the reasoning truly is, though... one thing’s absolutely sure. They’re ready for X-Calibur to speak.

Looking around at the people, X-Calibur nods his head, soaking in every bit of the electricity they’re giving out. After a few moments, listening to the chants and what not, X motions to Josephina for a microphone. It doesn’t take her long at all to hand it to him, and X-Calibur promptly speaks.

X-Calibur: And here... we... are.

The fans pop. Excitement runs wilds. Emotions run high.

X-Calibur: So, gentlemen. Another week, another dollar, and another chance to give me your best. You hear that, locker room? YOUR.... BEST.

They continue popping. Confidence exudes from their champion.

X-Calibur: The offer? It still stands. I’m going to take this here belt... [motions over to the announce table]... and put it on that table. If any of you back there think I won’t make good on my promise to whoop your asses if you put your grubby little hands on this belt? Then I say only this... try me.

But not just me. No, no, no... try... THEM.

Pointing to the entrance area again, “Hit an Run” by Whitesnake hits the speakers and the crowd erupts yet again. This time, for both members of ANARCHY.

Bryan Harris: I don’t believe this...

Jimmy Yates: It’s the APA!

Alan Ducard: Blimey, James! Be serious!

Jimmy Yates: What?! I am! It’s the APA! Anarchy Protection Association!

Arch Angel looks upset and raw about the situation while T. Rex looks excited, if not a little bit nervous. Both guys make their way down the ring, eventually making it to the side of the squared circle. As Arch Angel looks at X-Calibur, folding his arms, T. Rex looks right at Bryan Harris.

Bryan Harris: What?

Jimmy Yates: Oh no... you don’t think?

Alan Ducard: I don’t know...

Bryan Harris: What?!

Jimmy Yates: Do you remember the other part of their deal, Bryan? The part that gives ANARCHY a five-hundred dollar break?!

Bryan Harris: Um... no?

Jimmy Yates: You will.

As T. Rex closes his fist and gears up to hit Bryan Harris, X-Calibur takes his title and throws it at T. Rex, hitting him in his back. Taken by surprise, T. Rex turns around, rubbing his back. X-Calibur points at the title on the ground and makes a “smash fist” motion with his hands, causing T. Rex to go wide-eyed. T. Rex scurries to pick up the title as Arch Angel cusses T. Rex out for being so obtuse. Ripping it right out of T. Rex’s hands, Arch Angel places the title down on the announce table as gently as X-Calibur had done the weeks prior. Satisfied with what he’s seen, X-Calibur applauds both members of ANARCHY and mouths “stay put” before exiting the ring.

Jimmy Yates: I’m disappointed...

Bryan Harris: Why?

Jimmy Yates: Because it looks like you’re not getting punched in the face.

Alan Ducard: The night is young, lads. The night is young.

As X-Calibur reaches the top of the ramp, the jazzy sounds of “Hey Man Nice Shot” plays over the PA system. X-Calibur can’t believe his eyes as John Thomas walks out from the back, wearing an all white suit with a blue and white striped Dolce shirt, the top button undone. As John steps past X-Calibur, he tries his best not to make eye contact, continuing down the ramp as the remixed version of Filter’s CLASSIC continues to play. Stopping in place, X-Calibur keeps his eyes on John, watching to see what John’s move is.

Jimmy Yates: If John Thomas is coming down here for that belt, he should’ve worn a red suit, not a white one.

Alan Ducard: He knows first hand what X-Calibur does to people who touch this belt. He either has something else in mind, or he doesn’t learn from his own mistakes.

Bryan Harris: Well he’s coming this way, so we’re about to get our answer.

Heading around the ring, John Thomas ignores the fans and continues walking. Passing by the time keeper’s table, John looks at Arch Angel and then at T.Rex, steps up to the gap between them and looks down at the World Title.

Jimmy Yates: John, if you know what’s good for you…

Turning away from the belt and the members of ANARCHY, John walks over, picks up a microphone from in front of Josephina Colbert, turns around and walks up the secondary set of steel steps, up onto the apron. After wiping off his white Converse Chuck Taylor All-Star high top shoes (you can tell they’re high top because you can’t see the top of them around his ankle), John ducks into the ring underneath the top rope. As his theme song fades under, he looks out around the crowd, then up at X-Calibur, then glares into the camera.

John Thomas: I’m hearing a lot of booing, and I’ve gotta ask… is it because HE’s still out here?

John takes a couple steps to his right, and then turns and looks up the ramp at X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: I don’t believe that has anything to do with the booing.

John slightly shakes his head.

John Thomas: Just try to ignore him. Marvel in the suit I’m wearing for a moment or two. Maybe you will forget he’s even out here. I’ll apologize, though, because what I have to say, it can’t wait, so I can’t give you a moment of silence, but really, it’s just HIS fault anyway.

A low chorus of boos comes in, but John just shakes his head again.

John Thomas: The SuperCard has come and gone, and even though Loco Martinez and I didn’t take the World Tag Team Championships from Domination, I learned something that has kept a smile on my face these past two weeks. I realized that no matter what Loco and I go through, he’ll never hate me. In fact, even though we’ve knocked each other out a time or two the past few months, we’re better friends today than any of you “Joe Sixpacks” are with one another. One of the “bros” doesn’t show up for beers and suddenly it’s “he’s whipped… maybe I should try to have SEXUAL INTERCOURSE with his girlfriend / fiancé / wife / sister and show her what a REAL man is like”. Unlike you guys, WE love each other like FAMILY. We’re closer than any of you “Desperate Housewives” broads are with the ladies you do tea with, because you know that whenever one of the ladies of your “tight knit” group doesn’t make it for the daily gossip session, SHE becomes the topic of discussion.

At this point, the ladies and the men in attendance are giving John a low level of booing.

John Thomas: You might not notice it the next time you see Loco Martinez or hear him talk. You might actually think that there’s some tension… But you’re wrong. You’re dead wro…

The last part of John’s sentence is interrupted by a huge pop from the fans. The camera turns to show Crazy Boy running out from the back, obviously the cause of the cheering ovation. John Thomas doesn’t spot Crazy Boy until he dives in under the bottom rope, but it’s just enough time that John can take two steps and then he dives feet first out of the ring in the opposite direction. When Crazy Boy gets to his feet, he sprints over to the other side of the ring, just in time to see John Thomas hopping over the steel guardrail, making his way out into the crowd.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy obviously didn’t forget what John Thomas did to him back at the SuperCard when Crazy Boy wanted to help save his mentor Greyson Blade from being attacked, and he ALMOST gets his chance at some revenge.

Jimmy Yates: John Thomas does NOT want any of Crazy Boy, but I can’t imagine he’s much safer there with the fans!

Bryan Harris: Well they’d be stupid to think they could attack a world class fighter like John Thomas, and if any of those fans “accidentally” spill a beer or a soda on that nice white designer suit, they better be prepared for a HUGE dry cleaning bill.

Hopping up onto the second turnbuckle, Crazy Boy glares out into the crowd at John Thomas, who walks up the concrete steps. John takes one last look at Crazy Boy and then turns his back on the beckoning gesture and walks away from the ringside area.

Bryan Harris: Whoa, hold up, there, Jimmy. It’s “John James”, he doesn’t go by “Black Cougar IV” anymore.

Alan Ducard: That’s what I’m hearing. Now that he no longer wears that mask of his, he’s putting the “Black Cougar” legacy behind him.

Jimmy Yates: Well the one thing he hasn’t put behind him is his wrestling ability, and I’m fully expecting this to be a great match.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and I bet you’re also expecting Justin Moreno to win, right? The fact that you’re anti-ENTOURAGE is highly evident, and in case you didn’t notice, Matthew Dawson had a great debut at SuperCard STRIFE 42 for the Entourage, picking up a huge victory over Moreno.

Alan Ducard: After what’s happened between Justin Moreno and The Entourage the past couple months, you can bet that Justin wants to win this match as bad as anyone. Let’s get to the footage to see what happened.

Alan Ducard: John James had to be burning up in there. It's rare that a wrestler wear a fully bodysuit like that, everything is covered by that dark blue almost black body suit except for his head. These days most wrestlers don't even bother to wear a shirt and half of them don't even wear tights anymore they just wrestle in jeans.

Jimmy Yates: You have to remember that John James has wrestled pretty much all of his life wearing a complete bodysuit complete with mask when he was Black Cougar IV and even though he has denounced that heritage he is probably used to the full suit and feels more relaxed wrestling in it.

Bryan Harris: John James is slowly making his own name for himself but he's taking it one step at a time with the help of the Entourage. He definitely wasn't happy when the front office released the booking sheet for this week listing him as Black Cougar IV, and he was quite pissed when Josephina Colbert accidentally announced him as that tonight. Elena had to come to ringside and correct her.

Jimmy Yates: Oddly enough she didn't stick around and quickly returned to the back after reprimanding and correcting Josephina.

John drops the elbow on Moreno and then runs hops up onto the middle of the bottom rope and hits a lionsault.

Bryan Harris: Yukon lionsault, only the most talented of cruiserweights can pull off such a death defying move. That's one of the many reasons he is known as the rising star.

Jimmy Yates: Here I thought it was just a reason to put a fancy shooting star on the back of his wrestling outfit.

John James quickly hooks the leg looking to finish this match as it nears the ten minute mark.

One

Two

Kick out

James pulls Moreno to his feet and whips him into the ropes, Moreno rebounds ducks a clothesline grabs James by the back of the head and hits a neck breaker. Both men are down trying to recuperate as the ref makes the standing ten count. Moreno gets to his feet at the count of 6 with James just a little bit behind him getting up at the count of 7. John James gets to his feet just in time for Moreno's feet to kiss his lips with a dropkick. James stumbles back into the corner, and Moreno follows him in and whips him into the other corner. Moreno steps back then does a back handspring into a roaring elbow, hitting John James with a little bit of that razzle dazzle.

Alan Ducard: Moreno making a comeback after being on the defensive during the early moments of this bout.

Jimmy Yates: Moreno giving it all he has not to lose two in a row to the Entourage.

James stumbles out of the corner and Moreno goes for a bulldog, but James lifts him up and hit an atomic drop followed by a short arm clothesline. James pulls Moreno and goes to whip him into the ropes, but Moreno reverses it sending James into the ropes. John James rebounds off the ropes slides between Moreno's legs and hops up spinning Moreno around and nailing him with a knee lift to the face. James then walks over to the corner and grabs a velvet bag.

Alan Ducard: What's in that bag, and where did it come from?

Jimmy Yates: I didn't think much of it until just now, but I think Elena left it out here when she was yelling out Josephina earlier.

John James reaches into the bag and the ref is about to stop him from using whatever weapon it maybe when James pulls out a mask. The ref backs away as John James puts on the mask.

Bryan Harris: Holy mother of Gandhi that's a replica of his Black Cougar mask. Maybe this is his way of apologizing for disgracing his family and ripping off his mask.

Jimmy Yates: Either that or he is trying to disgrace them even more.

John James now as Black Cougar IV turns around just in time to eat a pele kick from Moreno.

Jimmy Yates: Even David Beckham fears that kick.

Alan Ducard: So I've been told… but I think the real confusing thing is the fact that John James just put on a Black Cougar mask!

Moreno stands in front of Black Cougar IV and does a somersault into a leg drop. Moreno follows it up with a cover hooking the leg.

One

Two

Kick out

Moreno pulls Cougar up and whips him into the corner turnbuckles. Moreno lifts him up onto the top rope and then points toward the announcers table which gets a loud pop from the fans.

Bryan Harris: Oh NO! Moreno is going to try and repeat what he did to Derek Shane, and put John James through the announce table.

Moreno hops to the top rope and pulls Cougar up into the M-80 position when the distraction comes. A group of people wearing matching dark blue outfits with a rising star on the back and Black Cougar masks make their way down the entrance ramp.

Jimmy Yates: What the…?!

Bryan Harris: It looks like the Cougar family has come out to forgive Black cougar IV! This could be a VERY big moment, and it’s happening here in LEGACY!

Alan Ducard: That's 5 there, and those two are 3 and 6. I think that other one is Black Cougar 7.

Jimmy Yates: I once watched a 5 on 5 elimination match between the Villanos and the Black Cougars with Patt Erson announcing and it sounded like he was calling a BINGO game.

Alan Ducard: I'm not sure about this, something smells fishy.

Bryan Harris: Jimmy, close your legs.

Cougar IV uses the distraction to push Moreno off the top rope to the mat below. Cougar IV then dives off with a frog splash, but Moreno gets his knees up. Cougar IV clutches his chest and rolls out of the ring. The other Cougars help him to his feet and they huddle into a circle and discuss a game plan as the ref starts to count Cougar IV out. After a moment Cougar slides back into the ring he turns around and gives a “thumbs up” to the other Cougars, and Moreno sneaks up from behind and rolls him up in a school boy pin combo.

One

Two

Three!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... Justin.... MO-reno!!!!!

The crowd cheers loudly as Moreno gets to his feet, the ref is about to raise Moreno's arm when one of the other Cougars climbs into the ring and rips his mask off to reveal John James. The crowd boos as Moreno and the ref look confused, then the ref realizes that Moreno pinned the wrong Cougar and orders the match to be restarted. Meanwhile the other Cougar that was just pinned slides out of the ring kicking the guard rail and cussing up a storm. He rips off his mask to reveal Derek Shane.

Alan Ducard: Wait, Moreno just pinned Derek Shane.

Bryan Harris: No! He didn't Derek Shane wasn't in this match so it doesn't count.

John James rushes at Moreno, but Moreno side steps and takes him down with a drop toe hold. When James gets up Moreno sneaks up behind him and locks in a sleeper hold, James tries to fight it, but Moreno throws him over his head into a belly to back suplex with a bridge for a pinning combination.

One

Two

Three

Alan Ducard: Moreno also just defeated Shane and James back to back in twenty minutes.

Bryan Harris: I already told you that doesn't count.

Shane and the other Cougars surround the ring. The other Cougars take off their masks to reveal Shadow, Matthew Dawson, and Elena Pisk. The crow boos loudly as the Entourage looks like they are about to attack, but then Shane hops off the apron and calls them off. Shadow helps john James to his feet on the outside of the ring as Shane grabs a mic.

Derek Shane: You’re lucky Moreno, my doctor hasn't medically cleared me to wrestle after you tried to kill me by putting me through a table at Destined for Greatness… otherwise I'd climb in that ring right now, but my bruised ribs are still in the healing process. I should however be cleared to wrestle in a few weeks, and I will have my revenge. So prepare now and sit down with your junkie wife, because in a few short weeks at the LEGACY PPV we will face off one on one. No ropes with belts above the rings, no weird gimmicks. Just me and you in a wrestling match under regular rules, and the better man will win, me.

Shane drops the mic and he and the other members of the Entourage exit ringside making their way up the ramp to the back, as Moreno smiles about his victory and the chance to get his hands on Shane one more time.

Alan Ducard: Well this is quite a confusing turn of events, because I don’t know of anyone on the roster using this song as their theme music… do we have another debut of a competitor on the roster?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, but some of these Edmonton fans seem to recognize it.

A man steps out from backstage wearing an Edmonton Oilers jersey, and as “Citizen Soldier” by 3 Doors Down continues to play, portions of the crowd start cheering a bit livelier than before. Lifting his hand a bit, he acknowledges it as he continues down the ramp.

Bryan Harris: Crazy Canadian fans, what are they cheering for? I’ve never seen this guy before.

Alan Ducard: Well something I heard about in a meeting earlier this week, I think I might know what this is all about.

Bryan Harris: Care to share?

AlanDucard: No, I think we should just watch and listen, and maybe you should pay attention next time you’re invited in on a conference call.

Hopping up onto the apron, the man with “STASTNY” stitched on the back of his Oilers jersey simply gets into the ring, where he meets up with Josephina Colbert, who hands him a microphone. He looks around, with almost half the audience cheering for him at this point, and then waits as the music dies under.

Harold Stastny: For those of you who don’t know me already, my name is Harold Stastny, and after 28 years of living in this great city, after 7 years of competing in bingo halls and minor league hockey arenas and high school gymnasiums, I’m happy to make the following announcement, because it means that my hard work has paid off.

He waits as a quick burst of cheers dies out.

Harold Stastny: Not only have the people of LEGACY International seen what I’ve done in the ring here in the greatest province in the world and decided to give me a contract, but they also saw what I was capable of in a couple of matches they put me in over in Europe, and they’ve decided that at the next big LEGACY pay per view event, they’d like to see what I can do against Jean-Gerard Baptiste for the LEGACY International Heavyweight Championship!

A huge burst of cheers rings out from the entire arena, and the bearded stubble of Stastny’s face forms into a smile.

Harold Stastny: Just as was the case at the SuperCard, Jean-Gerard Baptiste isn’t here tonight, but I knew he probably wouldn’t be here, and I didn’t want that to deprive my hometown fans of an opportunity to see me talk to him face to face, so I requested that a camera crew be sent to wherever he is, just like they did at the SuperCard, and you know what? The powers that be obliged my request. So guys in the production truck? If you’re ready, how about we put that Frenchie up on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron?

A few moments later, the LEGACY Vision turns on and the big snooty mug of Jean-Gerard Baptiste takes front and center.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Baptiste is sipping an Autumn colored Pinot Noir under a yellow awning outside a French restaurant in his native Bordeaux, France. With his dark hair pulled back in a pony tail and a pair of expensive looking designer shades covering his eyes, Monsieur Baptiste raps his fingers across the gold face plate of the LEGACY International Heavyweight Championship. He looks... bored. Smiling smugly, Baptiste clears his throat and speaks into the camera.

Monsieur Baptiste: Pardon, moi? Ehh, Monsieur... something? What eez eet zat moi can do for you?! Sign ze undies with moi’s autograph? No? Zen.... maybe ze would like to challenge moi to ze hockey games? Eez zat it? Well, lemme juss tell you right now, Monsieur Something... ze greatest wrezzlair in ze WORLD...

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Monsieur Baptiste: EXCUSEZ-MOI!!!!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Monsieur Baptiste: Eh EHMMM.... EXCUSEZ-MOI!!!!

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

Monsieur Baptiste: I SAID.... ZE.... GREATEST.... WREZZLAIR.... IN ZE WORLD.... ZE WORLD..... ZE WOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD......

“Bap-tiste-sucks! Bap-tiste-sucks! Bap-tiste-sucks!”

Monsieur Baptiste: Az I was sayeeng... what eez eet moi was sayeeng? Oh zat eez right.... I AM ZE GREATEST WREZZLAIR IN ZE WORLD!!!!!!

“Asssssssssssssss-hoooooooooooole! Asssssssssssssss-hoooooooooooole! Asssssssssssssss-hoooooooooooole!”

Bryan Harris: Good God... PLEASE tell me he’s going to shut up eventually?!

Alan Ducard: Lets hope so, Bryan.

Monsieur Baptiste: Haha, you dumb Canadians are so easy to.... how you say... man-eep-u-late? So, anyway... really... what eez eet you want, Monsieur Baptiste? Ze floor eez... how you say... yours?!

A big grin on his face, showing that he’s got one of his teeth missing from the top row, Harold raises the microphone again.

Harold Stastny: The floor is mine? Actually, these great Edmonton fans told you exactly what I think about you, and I guess all there is left to do is for me to tell you for the first time that the belt you’re holding right now, it might be in France tonight, but after you and I get into the ring with one another, it’s coming back home with me to God’s Country – Alberta, CANADA!!!

After Stastny puts plenty of emotion into his statement, his hometown crowd gives a HUGE cheering ovation, and then they begin chanting his name.

“STAS-TNY! STAS-TNY! STAS-TNY! STAS-TNY!”

Baptiste appears to try to say something, but no one can hear him over the roaring of the crowd and their chanting for their native son. Cupping his hand to his ear, Harold laughs because he can see that Baptiste is getting frustrated about not being able to talk over the wild crowd. Suddenly Jean-Gerard just stands up out of his seat and walks off, and the image on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron returns to the LEGACY logo. “Citizen Soldier” by 3 Doors Down starts to play again, this time starting up in the middle of the song. Raising a fist towards the crowd, Harold Stastny leaves the ring with a big grin on his face, slapping hands as he walks back up the ramp.

Alan Ducard: This match is the LEGACY debut of Team HgH – Homies Getting’ High. Conrad “Cap’n” Kirk and Joey “White Boy” Shepard, and it’s the first pairing of Charles Bryant Penze and Mostafa Bashir.

Jimmy Yates: This could be an interesting match. We’ve not seen HgH yet, and as far as CBP & Bashir go? I never thought Jimmy Smith and Pat Reynolds would make a good team, but Fast Times have shown good potential at points, and this could be the spark Mostafa Bashir needs.

Bryan Harris: Let’s call this match what it is: This is a measuring stick for HgH, because if they’re not a good enough team to beat a random pairing of Mostafa Bashir and Charles Bryant Penze, then they don’t belong on the roster.

Alan Ducard: I don’t know if that’s quite the case, but they’ll want to do well in their debut match.

Jimmy Yates: Eight matches on the card here tonight, let’s get rolling with the footage, so to speak.

Alan Ducard: What a dropkick!!

Jimmy Yates: Maybe this kid’s more than just a peace pipe.

Bryan Harris: He’s got a few fancy moves from what I’ve seen, but so far he’s been less than impressive against the Beast from Kandahar.

Dropping the big man down to one knee, Joey retreats into the ropes. Sprinting forward, Joey tries for a shining wizard on Mostafa. Seemingly having the advantage with him being down on one knee, Mostafa surprises everyone as he catches the much smaller Joey Shepard with one arm, stands up quickly like he’s going for a jump shot, and drills White Boy down into the canvas with a thunderous STO.

Alan Ducard: Oh my!!! I felt the vibrations from that one!!

Bryan Harris: Shepard’s done, here. No question.

Jimmy Yates: He very well could be..

Mostafa goes to hook a leg, but Conrad Kirk waltzes right in and kicks him in the temple to break it up before Don Bower could even drop down to administer the count.

Jimmy Yates: Maybe not.

Conrad gets into Mostafa’s face, talking trash and making crude motions with his hand and cheek (fellatio) while pointing at CBP, which the F/X Network decides to blur out two seconds too late.

Bryan Harris: Well that was uncalled for!

The crowd laughs at this vulgar display and CBP looks livid. Mostafa, also seething, is distracted just long enough for Joey Shepard to get to his feet. Conrad backtracks to his corner and exits to the outside apron while Joey sneaks up behind Mostafa.

Alan Ducard: Looks like that distraction paid off! Look at Joey!

Bryan Harris: What is this?

Jumping up, Joey outstretches his feet so that they come up underneath the pits of Mostafa, causing him to instinctively close his arms shut and catch Joey’s legs. Using this as part of his plan, Joey flips down and under Mostafa’s legs. With a modified hurricanrana, Joey brings Bashir’s back down to the canvas, as Joey’s feet holds his arms and shoulders down in a unique pinning predicament. Pushing up with his arms and knees, folding Bashir’s legs on top of his own chest, Bower begins a count...

One!

Bashir is too powerful for this move to hold though, and explodes forward with all of his leg strength. Almost counting on this reaction, Joey launches forward, making the diving tag to Conrad Kirk.

Alan Ducard: He got the tag!!

Bryan Harris: Terrific.

Stepping between the ropes with the hot tag, Conrad enters the ring. Measuring up Mostafa as the big man slowly gets to his feet, Conrad runs forward and DRILLS the beast with a straight running boot to the face. The smack echoes through out Edmonton and Mostafa falls straight down like a big red wood tree. CBP, feeling the momentum shifting in HgH’s favor, steps through and tries to stop Conrad before he makes the pin attempt. Conrad sees him coming though and cuts him off as he steps between the ropes, knee-lifting CBP with explosive power, sending him flying down to the outside mat.

Alan Ducard: Conrad looks like a machine right now! Unstoppable!

Bryan Harris: Nobody’s unstoppable, not even Conrad...

Jimmy Yates: We’ll see about that, looks like he’s making the pin attempt here..

One!

Two!

Thr- No! Mostafa gets a shoulder up!

Alan Ducard: I don’t know how Mostafa isn’t unconscious after that hit. I think I saw a tooth fly.

Bryan Harris: God help us if Mostafa gets a gold cap. He’ll look like these two nimrods.

Jimmy Yates: Don’t be hatin’, yo!

Bryan Harris: Biiiiiiiig stop.

Still stunned from the massive STO slam, Joey shakes off the cobwebs on the outside, surveying the damage done by his tag team partner. Guiding Bashir to his feet, Conrad delivers some punches. They have little to no effect though, despite the ferocity of them being thrown, and Mostafa sends a spinning back-fist to Conrad that reels him back a little bit.

Alan Ducard: Nice rebound maneuver by Mostafa. That’ll clean anyone’s clock!

Shaking his head from the ringing, Conrad flies forward with a lariat. Mostafa eats it but doesn’t go down. Conrad backs Mostafa up into the ropes so that his back is touching them, and Conrad makes the quick tag behind his back. Mustering up the strength to send Mostafa’s large frame to the other side for an irish whip, Joey Shepard positions himself in the middle of the outside apron, holding onto the top rope while looking back at the fans with a photogenic smile.

Bryan Harris: I’m really beginning to hate this little poser..

Mostafa goes into the ropes, but CBP slaps him on the back for the blind tag. Mostafa runs towards the center of the ring, and Conrad lifts him up for a spinebuster. At the same time, Joey springboards off the top rope and flips forward with a rolling leg lariat, catching Mostafa right across the forehead with his calf as Conrad slams him down for the spinebuster.

Jimmy Yates: That was insane!!!

Alan Ducard: What power Conrad has!!!!

Bryan Harris: That was... unexpected?!

“LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE!”

With the crowd going ballistic over the spectacular double team move, CBP manages to sneak behind Joey and drop him with a discus clothesline. Smashing face first off of the canvas, Joey appears out as CBP makes a quick cover.

One!

Two!

No! Joey kicks out!

Bryan Harris: How sad is this match? Charles Bryant Friggin’ PENZE just got a two-count..

As Joey nearly gets pinned by CBP, Mostafa slowly rolls out of the ring and splats to the outside. With his back still turned to action, and trying to get an “H-G-H” chant going with the crowd, Conrad raises his hands in the air for the victory. The referee slaps him on the back to get his attention though. As Conrad turns around to see CBP guiding Joey back up to his feet, Conrad’s smile fades. Trying to intervene, Bower steps in Conrad’s way, motioning for him to get back in his corner.

Bryan Harris: See that? These guys are a little green, yet. They don’t know the fundamental basics of tag team wrestling, and it’s about to cost them dearly.

Jimmy Yates: You got that right. These boys certainly ARE.... “green”.

Slamming his forearm into Joey’s face, it doesn’t take much for the White Boy to go down. Each charged forearm shot to the face snaps him down to the canvas, and CBP repeats this process at least four times.

Bryan Harris: No offense but, I wasn’t aware that Charles Bryant Penze had... offense. Heh.

Finally, CBP picks Joey up long enough to send him into the ropes. Joey uses this to his advantage though, and hops to the second rope for another springboard attack. CBP steps to the side, prepared for Joey’s attack... but what he WASN’T prepared for was Conrad Kirk running the length of the ring apron, extending his arm, and nearly decapitating CBP off of his feet.

Alan Ducard: Good LORD!!

Jimmy Yates: I have to say, these new guys just seem to be overwhelming Mostafa and CBP, who happens to be a new guy in his own right. It’s almost shocking.

Bryan Harris: No, no... it IS shocking. After seeing the antics of these two idiots early in the week, who would’ve guessed they were a dangerous cohesive unit!

Waiting for CBP to get to his feet, Joey Shepard once again exits to the outside apron. As CBP stands up, Joey springboards off the top rope and lands square in the middle of CBP’s chest for a seated senton. Feeling the momentum in a firm grasp, Joey tags out again to Conrad Kirk and the crowd has become electrified with the cohesiveness of these two new LEGACY competitors.

Grabbing CBP on the mat, Conrad pulls up on his head with such force that CBP lifts straight into the air, landing on Conrad’s shoulders for an electric chair drop.

Alan Ducard: That was bowling shoe UGLY... wait a tick... are they going for it?

Bryan Harris: Going for... what... exactly?

Jimmy Yates: *singing* Pufffffff the magic draaaaaaaaaaaaagon.... lived by the seaaaaa...

Bryan Harris: Why am I not surprised?

As Joey calls out to the crowd, they send some”H-G-H” chants their way.

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe I’m hearing that chant. Ugh.. F/X is gonna have a field day with this..

Joey quickly climbs up to the top rope, and as a dazed and confused CBP sits on top of Conrad’s shoulders in a prone position. Joey flips forward off the top rope and catches the back of CBP’s head with a falling neckbreaker at the same time Conrad falls back. Folding CBP inside and out, Conrad makes a lazy cover by giving his back to CBP, all-the-while making a “puffing” motion with his hands. Joey counts along with the excited crowd as Don Bower counts the inevitable..

One!

Two!

Three!

Alan Ducard: Emphatically, this one is over!!

Jimmy Yates: You’re damned straight that was “wow”. I for one am CERTAINLY “wowed” by what we just saw. I don’t think I’m alone when I say that I didn’t expect much from a couple of stoners... but between the incredible tag team moves and the overall cohesiveness of Joey Shepard and Conrad Kirk?

Alan Ducard: You’re not alone, Jimmy. I, and many others in LEGACY, simply judged a book by its cover. If one thing is certain from this match, its that HGH just put the entire tag team division on notice. I for one am very intrigued in seeing how they match up against the likes of Diego and Hector, Turner and Black, or even the World Tag Team Champions themselves.

Bryan Harris: Lets not forget James Win and Gryffin, okay? I think those guys could stop these two pothead morons dead in their tracks.

Alan Ducard: Only time will tell, Bryan. Only time will tell.

“How High” kicks back on the P.A. system as Conrad and Joey celebrate their first victory in LEGACY by jumping the guard rails and slapping high fives with the adoring crowd.

Howard Beale‘s quote from the 1976 movie "Network" suddenly blasts over the speakers.

A somewhat familiar drumline… A few in the crowd get riled up with recognition.

We’re not going to take it,
NO! We ain’t gonna take it,
We’re not going to take it-
Anymoooore!!!

The crowd cheers as Herbert J.Moxley comes sprinting out during the guitar riffs. “We’re not going to take it”, by Twisted Sister, continues to play and we can see Herb wearing a “traditional” bright blue-orange Hawaiin shirt and a pair of khaki shorts. He manages a few quick high-5s to the fans with his left while carrying a cordless LEGACY microphone in his right. He makes it to the ring, dives underneath the low rope, and rolls to his feet swiftly before pumping his fists for the crowd. Herb offers a cheesy grin to the fans, and as the entrance music dies down, he lifts up the microphone and begins to speak:

Moxley: Tonight, lords and ladies of Edmonton, I want to talk to you about humble beginnings...

Herb takes a few steps around the ring before continuing…

Moxley: Humble beginnings… That’s where my life is at right now. It’s like someone hit the reset button my career... I’m back to square one, the first step, the low rung… I recall another euphemism involving a totem pole, but let’s get to the point… One week ago, I was unemployed, but now its official – Herbie J is BACK!

Some cheers from the Canadian crowd at the return of Herbert Moxley… Not many cheers, really.

Moxley: I was unemployed a week ago, but I won’t let that get me down – I know a couple of other people who were unemployed before embarking on a great adventure… Every here of a little guy named BILBO BAGGINS? -- not to mention his nephew… FRODO … Heck, SKYWALKER used to hunt WOMP rats... You see, all the greats started small – they started, like me, with humble beginnings… Captain KIRK was a CADET, and Harry POTTER… he lived in a CUPBOARD under the STAIRS. UNDERNEITH THE STAIRS -- WITH MUGGLES!! What about… What about Each and EVERY Final Fantasy hero?? They all started at level one. LEVEL ONE. ALL OF THEM! The fact is -- you don’t measure a man by where he is; you measure him by where he is GOING!!

A few cheers from the old-school Moxley fans following that rant full of nerdity…

Moxley: Maybe these analogies and references are lost on those of us not fortunate enough to be a nerd... So, for the sake of the dork-impaired and geek –challenged, let me explain in ways an average LEGACY fan may be more familiar… because as you will all soon see… I’m not the only one on this roster with humble beginnings…

Herb pulls out some index cards from the pocket of his Hawaiin shirt, he begins to flip through them…

Moxley: Look here… (pointing at the card as he “reads” it) The great Damien Black came from humble beginnings. In fact – and VERY few know this – it says here he actually got his start by accident after filling out an application he believed to be for the purpose of worshiping SANTA…

An awkward flipping of the index card as most in the crowd either miss the joke or simply don’t find it funny.

Moxley: Chris Turner.. according to my research, he got himself stuck in a RECYCLING bin for 3 days because someone told him there was a leftover PB&J in there, and this was years and years before getting himself stuck in the loony-bin… Or the one we call C.B.P? Before jobbing for wrestlers? He jobbed for TETRIS… That game NEVER looked so difficult… And I’m not talking just holding down the down arrow key here, people, he made that game look WAY better then it was, with CLASS. Stephen Rawlings? He may have a lot now, but he used to have ABSOLUTELY NOTHING-

… A dramatic pause as Herb stops mid sentence… Herb flips to the next index card…

Moxley: -, Nothing…. To COMPLAIN about.

Some in the crowd let out an “ooooooooh” as if that were a good ‘diss’, others laugh…

Moxley: ... Yeah, he’s come a loooong way- now some might say his complaining is unstoppable! The man is living proof that the squeaky wheel gets the title shot… What about Greyson Blade? Before he collected titles? He used to collect stamps… (whispering ridiculously loud into the mic ) Pssst, he still does

Mox stops whispering and clears his throat.

Moxley: Or my old friend Loco .. before Crystal Pepsi? He used to only drink Crystal Lite… yech!! I know, you may have not heard, he is a bit ashamed of this dark past, as he should be, But, I have forgiven the MoFo and so should you … so should you… What of John Thomas? Believe it or not -- John used to have just ONE fan…

Another pause… Herb holds up his index finger, He stops himself in mid chuckle.

Moxley: John’s nearly DOUBLED that now. (some laughs, but the Mox just continues) What about Derek Shane? Everyone’s LEAST favorite? Before he made all those crappy movies we’ve never heard of? He got his start by taking dumps DIRECTLY into Netflix envelopes.

A good mix of “aww nasty” and even more laughter from the crowd on that one...

Moxley: … It was actually a lot more efficient that way… saved a lot of time, so-to-speak… Now, Isaac Entragian?... Humblest of the humble beginnings - Issac used to live in the gutter, eat live rat heads for breakfast, and sleep inside of the rotting corpses of partially gutted cave-bears !!

Herbert makes a face-

Moxley: – OK, no change there, (some more chuckles from the crowd) but now he’s also a title holder, too… and speaking of which… X-Calibur-

A mixed pop from the capacity Edmonton crowd just at the mention of the LEGACY world champions name… Moxley over sells the crowd reaction a bit, nearly falling.

Moxley: I agree, Excalibur is my second favorite sword, after the Kusanagi –… Now X-Calibur? Before he was beating people up for touching the world championship belt... He used to beat people up for touching his ‘my little pony’ figures.

Moxley ducks suddenly, covering his head as if it were a bomb drill. A few horrifying seconds go by.

Moxley: ... Am I dead yet? Is it over? No? Ok…

Herb stands back up… He dusts himself off…

Moxley: Obviously I poke fun, I kid, I joke … But the point I am making here… Humble beginnings… I’m not the first… and won’t be the last.. it’s not about where you’ve been or where you are, it’s about where you are going and what you will become – unless of course you’re already there ….. in which case it’s all about here and now… but for right now… It’s uhh….

Herb trails off, getting confused and lost in his index cards. He stuffs them into his pocket.

Moxley: I’ll stop reading from the cards and start speaking from the heart… I already know what the Herbie-haters will say… So let’s set it strait tonight, Edmonton…

… I’m not just some schmuck who comes out here PRETENDING he knows what the Hell he is talking about…

… I’m some schmuck who comes out here and BELIEVES he knows what the Hell he is talking about…

It takes a NERD to know the difference.

STOP Pretending! START Believing!

Herb tosses the microphone gentley to Josephina Colbert, flicking it as if it were a ninja star just as the music comes back on. Moxley plays it up a bit for the crowd before heading to the back, enjoying a better reaction then when he came out.

Standing there is Jimmy Smith, wearing a pair of purple terrycloth shorts, a red Fast Times shirt, and a purple terrycloth short-sleeve shirt worn like a vest, completely unbuttoned to display the LEGACY Merch item devoted to his tag team alliance with Pat Reynolds. Spotting something out of her peripheral, Laura turns and notices LEGACY's resident pornstar. She takes the earbud headphones out of her ears, but Jimmy speaks up first.

Jimmy Smith: So as it turns out, you ARE a wrestler after all.

Laura gives him a dumbfounded look, her jaw slightly opened. She visibly shifts her gum to the right side of her mouth with her tongue before speaking in a rather snooty tone.

Laura: Well, dur. I'm not here for the main purpose of staying physically fit.

Jimmy looks her up and down and then shakes his head.

Jimmy Smith: Well then, Laura, what kind of activities do you do to keep in shape… because I can think of a few that you might enjoy. With me.

A grin forms on Jimmy’s face.

Jimmy Smith: That is, unless you’re more than just a manager to Chris Turner. And even if you are, I can’t imagine you’d rather be with a guy like him instead of a guy like me. Besides, you can trust me to show you a good time… I’m a professional.

Laura blinks a couple times, staring blankly--mostly out of surprise as she hadn't been expecting anyone.

Laura: I...don't know any of that means; but---okay?

Taking a folding chair which was propped up against the wall, Jimmy whips it around in front of him, unfolding it and putting its legs down. Taking a step forward, Jimmy sits down, straddling the chair, sitting in it backwards.

Jimmy Smith: Okay, I’ll just make it simple for you then. Tonight, after this show is over, we should both be in relatively good physical condition. Neither one of us has a match tonight. I see this as the perfect opportunity for you and I to go somewhere together and have a good time. All I need to know now is how you wanna party.

Laura gets a slightly disgusted look.

Laura: Are you kidding me? Is that the aura I give off? You've tried this act once before with me...(stammers a couple times, looking for the right words)...is that how I'm viewed? As a sexual freak?

Jimmy shrugs.

Jimmy Smith: I can’t admit to having watched every second of both of the matches you had here in LEGACY, but what I did notice was a certain… spark. I like what I saw, and I just tend to think that whatever mojo you draw from for your matches, it could be put to use in a more fun situation.

Laura's eyes begin to bulge out of her head as she stands up; her voice with a slight crack as she's taken aback by this.

Laura: And what does THAT mean!?

Jimmy Smith: Hey, if you don’t want to party tonight, that’s fine, I just figured that I’d give you and those athletic thighs of yours the first shot at being tonight’s entertainment for Big Jimmy.

At that last comment, something in Laura seems to have gone "off." She shoves the table aside and gives Jimmy a cold look in the eyes. Oddly, her voice is rather calm.

Laura: See...this is why I went off a few weeks ago about you people. You don't get it. It's always immature, childish games and THAT'S a big reason why I don't hang around here during the day.

Her voice begins to rise.

Laura: After Chris beat you and Reynolds down in what was supposed to be my first match, while Pat acted like a real person and took what happened and let it slide, there you were backstage whining and griping (mockingly, throwing her arms around wildly) "Oh, it's unfair! It's so unfair!"

She puts her arms down, losing the tone.

Laura: TAKE IT LIKE A MAN!! And looking at you...

Laura points towards him with her right hand and boy, does she look PO'ed now.

Laura: Are you KIDDING ME!?

She puts her hand down and takes a couple steps towards him.

Laura: I mean, I know I look pretty dang good so I'm used to people hitting on me; but you're going way, way too far. Seriously? It's all sex with you?? (gives an FYI look as she points at herself) I really wouldn't be “what you wanted and more” because it's not like I'm out there practicing every night...or ever for that matter--if you know what I mean. (puts her hand down) It's people like you that give this whole sport a bad name and why I get ridiculed for being involved with it. (sneering) You disgust me and I wouldn't mind having you going home sometime whining about yet another loss...this time to everyone's American Heroine, Laura Seton.

A huge smirk forms on Jimmy’s face, and he looks almost amused.

Jimmy Smith: That a challenge, little lady?

Jimmy stands up and takes a step back from the chair.

Jimmy Smith: You wanna go one on one with Big Jimmy… in the ring?

Laura's eyes light up as she gets that cocky smirk of hers as she takes a couple more steps towards him. She speaks with either the sound of confidence or over-inflated ego.

Laura: The question is; can Big Jimmy handle this American Heroine?

The smile gets even wider.

Jimmy Smith: I’d at least like to try.

After a wink, Jimmy turns around and walks out the door.

Jimmy Yates: Enigmatic is a little soft of word. Weird. Creepy. Socially Detached. Those are all much more accurate words to paint the description. I don't know about you guys but something about this guy makes my skin crawl.

The men pause waiting for Bryan Harris to add to the commentary, and like us expect him to bicker with Jimmy Yates, but he just sits there. Finally Alan and Jimmy turn to him.

Bryan Harris: What? For once you'll get no argument from me. Plus I don't want to get on his bad side. No duct tape on THIS million dollar mouth!

Alan Ducard: Lets get to the ring, shall we?

Alan Ducard: Eight... nine... its like he's in a trance.

Jimmy Yates: Its like the needle is stuck in the groove!

The twelfth stomp finds its mark as Reynolds is curled up in pain. Garvin winds up one more time nailing a thirteenth stomp. He looks around wide eyed for a minute, and then drops to the mat making a cover.

One...

Two...

THr-NO! Reynolds gets a shoulder up.

Alan Ducard: I'm not sure what to make of that exchange other than I would not want to be Racin' Reynold's innards right about now!

Jimmy Yates: Garvin dished out massive ammounts of punishment with little work. He nearly stomped his way to victory.

Bryan Harris: We've all gotten the wind knocked out of us. Imagine having it happen thirteen consecutive times without any opportunity to catch your breath!

Garvin is back up and quickly drops a knee across Reynold's forehead. He brings Patrick up and scoops him with one hand and slams him down with a one armed bodyslam.

Jimmy Yates: Even his ring technique is unorthodox.

Garvin follows by bouncing off the ropes and nailing a diving headbutt. He makes a lateral press...

One...

Two...

NO! Reynolds shoulders out again.

Garvin eyes Reynolds up who's mouth is wide open gasping for air. Garvin shakes his head negatively and heads to his corner where he placed a roll of duct tape during his ring entrance.

Alan Ducard: What the-?

Referee immediately goes to Garvin admonishing him. Frank cocks his head to the side like a confused Labrador retriever. As the referee pries the tape away from Garvi,n Reynolds explodes from out of no where with drop kick that sends Frank back into the corner hard. Reynolds buries a couple of quick shoulders and then leaps up to the middle rope and drives a series of punches into Garvin's forehead. Reynolds grabs Frank and starts to roll back looking for a monkey flip, but Frank holds onto the top rope, which sends Racin' Reynolds down onto the mat violently.

Jimmy Yates: So much for his momentum.

Bryan Harris: He had plenty of momentum, Yates... when he crashed into the mat!

Frank reaches down and pulls Pat up to his feet and levels him with a right hand. He pulls him up again and buries a boot into Reynold's, already tender, gut. He bounces off the ropes and nails a nasty looking clothesline that turns Legacy's biggest Nascar fan inside out. He brings Reynolds up and hoists him over his shoulder like he was carrying a sack of potatoes. He goes to run to the corner, but Reynolds begins to wiggle and move, loosening the grip. He slides down the back of Garvin and rolls him up with a modified sunset flip styled pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Th-NO. Garvin kicks his legs into Reynold's head and escapes the pin. Both men are up and Garvin throws a wild haymaker that the smaller faster, Reynolds ducks, he nails dropkick to the knee, and as Garvin drops to his knee Reynolds is back up and grabs Garvin by the side of the head and hits a bulldog, driving Frank's head into the canvas.

Alan Ducard: Effective way to take the big man down.

Pat struggles to roll the big man over, and hooks a leg after he does so.

One...

two-no! Garvin rolls out of it. Reynolds, pumped jumps to his feet trying to get the crowd behind him. He rushes at Garvin and is met with a big boot that nearly decapitates him. Garvin quickly brings Reynolds up, and hoists him high into the air with both hands in a double choke. The referee begins to count, but Frank pays the zebra little mind. He walks toward the nearest corner and violently heaves Reynolds into the turnbuckles.

Reynolds almost crumples to the mat, but is held up by Garvin who drives two shoulders into Pat's midsection. He then nails a chest shaking overhand slap that sends a gasp through the crowd with its ferocity. He winds up nailing another overhand slap. He then drives a boot to the midsection, doubling over Reynolds. He hoists him in the air and nails his Jacknife Powerbomb…

Alan Ducard: "Think Happy Thoughts"!

Jimmy Yates: Its academic from here.

Garvin drops to the mat, making the cover.

One...

two...

Three!

The bell rings as Garvin slowly gets up and the referee goes to raise his hand.

Bryan Harris: Do us a favor, Franky tape Yates' mouth shut... Please?

Is it an attack?

Is someone out to destroy the beloved nerd?!?!

We pull back and see the man on the other side of the bear hug is Loco Martinez.

Loco Martinez: Herbie... JAY!!! What up my brother?

Moxley: Ugh! What the heck? (Herb suddenly Beams!) SIR LOCO!! LORD OF THE MOFO!!

Loco puts Moxley down, and throws a brotherly arm over Mox's shoulders. Herb pats his old friend on the back before scrambling to pick up the index cards.

Moxley: Loco, it has been too long... Longer then… walking through the dark land of Mordor barefoot while bearing the weight of an evil cursed ring of power.

Loco Martinez: Man you don't know how good it is to see a friendly face right now, dudeman. It’s been... (Loco trails off thinking) hectic.

Moxley nods, knowingly, but decides not to pry.

Moxley: Good to see you too, Did you hear? they let me back.

Loco Martinez: I heard rumors, and to be honest, as long as you're good to go they'd be ridiculous NOT to. I'm glad to see you back, man. How's your health?

Moxley: Never better. I feel as fast as a chocobo, and a strong as an orge. If nothing else, I am in good health, ... what have you been up to?

Loco Martinez: Uh... other than getting my ass kicked by Legacy's World Champion last week, and being in a constant struggle with (incredibly sarcastically complete with sarcastic air quotes) "MY FRIEND" - John Thomas. It’s pretty much same old same old.

Loco flashes his trademark smile.

Loco Martinez: That's why it’s good to see a legit friendly face.

Loco pats Mox on the back again.

Moxley: Yes, I saw what King Author's sword did last week... and unfortunately John ... He always seemed a bit... eh, troubled... Like Luke Skywalker when he found out his father was uuhhh- maybe I should stop the analogy before I lose my job on the first day back.

Loco chuckles and nods in agreement.

Moxley: I just want to say, Jay, I am glad you are here, too, as really you are my last friend in this forsaken realm. (For whatever reason Herb starts talking in a deep semi-British voice, he places a fist on his chest) As the stalwart harbinger of justice, I pledge my loyalty to our friendship, the next time you are ambushed I will thwart the efforts of the vile knaves - no Matter what the cost!!

Moxley then bows like a knight of old. Loco chuckles.

Loco Martinez: Thanks man. I appreciate it, and if you need anything, feel free to hit me up. If you'll forgive me, I need to go take care of something, man, but I'm sure I'll be seeing you around.

Loco exchanges a handshake with Herbie J. and heads off.

Moxley: Gah, he left before I could give him my MySpace address.

Tim Jones: "There is one for the road junior."

As he watches Tim Jones walk away, Tyrone looks at the catering table and stares at the empty plate of where sandwiches were at. He sighs and starts to walk away himself, but is heard saying one last thing before he is out of sight of the camera.

CB: Why do old people have to be so stubborn!?

Crazy Boy starts to munch on a couple of items on the plate.

Jimmy Yates: As we saw back at SuperCard STRIFE 42, Diego and Hector were none too happy about ANARCHY’s involvement when Diego took on Crazy Boy at STRIFE 41… but personally I’m happy that ANARCHY kept El Chupacabra from screwing Crazy Boy over.

Bryan Harris: Nothing like impartiality, huh? Look, that was a No Limits style match, and as members of El Chupacabra, Hannah and Hector had every right to be at ringside tonight… but the only reason ANARCHY was there was to interfere. Diego had every right to be extremely pissed about losing that match.

Alan Ducard: ANARCHY and El Chupacabra have butted heads for the past few months off and on, and now they’re meeting in quite an important match up.

Jimmy Yates: The World Tag Team Championships are the ultimate goal for these two teams, El Chupacabra has been there before, ANARCHY has yet to reach that plateau here in LEGACY. This is a huge opportunity for both teams, and you know they’re going to want to make the most of it. Let’s get to the action.

Jimmy Yates: Damn, Hector is strong! T.Rex isn’t a small guy.

Bryan Harris: El Chupacabra is in control, and now Hector is tagging in Diego.

Alan Ducard: Wasting no time, Diego charges across the ring… FAILED body splash attempt!

After having rolled out of the way, T.Rex gets to his feet a moment before his opponent, and as Diego gets up, T.Rex dives forwards and tackles him down to the mat. Sliding up into a mounted position, T.Rex begins sending fists – rights and lefts – into Cardenas’ face.

Alan Ducard: A flurry of offense for ANARCHY, but Diego is close enough and he reaches out and grabs the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: It shouldn’t matter, ANARCHY’s got control, and T.Rex is bringing Diego back to his feet.

Backing Diego into the ropes, T.Rex reaches out and tags in Arch Angel, who starts to get into the ring as T.Rex sends Diego across the ring with an irish whip. T.Rex takes a couple steps forward, ducks his head, and on the return Diego gets propelled up into the air with a back body drop, flipping over almost completely, and Arch Angel steps in and grabs Diego out of the air, spins around and drives him into the mat with at powerslam.

Alan Ducard: ANARCHY showing some great double-teaming, and you have to think that if this is a sign of things to come, they could find their names on those tag team championship belts before too long.

Bryan Harris: Clearly cheating. T.Rex should’ve left the ring right after making that tag. Even with a modest five count, T.Rex should’ve been gone WELL before he exited the ring.

Arch Angel reaches down, grabs Diego and gets met with a hard right hand to the gut. Cardenas gets to his feet, turns around and runs into the ropes. On the return Diego flips up off the mat and connects with a spinning leg lariat, which knocks Arch Angel down onto his back. Taking a couple breaths, Diego works his way back up to his feet, but before he can move anywhere, Arch Angel grabs him by the back waistband of his shorts.

Jimmy Yates: Not so fast!!

Getting to his feet, Arch Angel wraps Diego up from behind, lifts him up off the mat up onto his shoulder, then falls backwards, driving Cardenas down onto his shoulders and the back of his neck.

Alan Ducard: Big impact there by Arch Angel putting more momentum in ANARCHY’s favor…

Bryan Harris: You think a back suplex is going to stop a guy like Diego? You’re dead wrong.

Jimmy Yates: There’s Hannah Perez up on the apron, and you had to know they were going to pull something like this…

Alan Ducard: She’s yelling up a storm, but Fudrucker’s going to have none of it!

When referee Jacob Fudrucker walks over to urge Hannah Perez to get off the ring apron, Hector Rodriguez enters the ring behind Fudrucker’s back and drills Arch Angel in the back with a forearm shot, dropping him to his knees, keeping him from further attacking Diego de Cardenas. Hoisting Arch Angel up off the mat, Hector grabs him around the waist, lifts him up into the air and then tips him forward, sending him down to the mat face-down.

Bryan Harris: Wanna talk about huge impact? That was almost like an inverted powerbomb!

Alan Ducard: Some craftinees from El Chupacabra… Just as quickly as he got into the ring and made his mark here late in the match, Hector exits back out of the ring, and Fudrucker is hardly the wiser.

Jimmy Yates: Seems to me like that’s what El Chupacabra was counting on.

Reaching back into the ring, Hector grabs Arch Angel by the arm and pulls him towards the edge of the ring. Jacob Fudrucker runs over and starts yelling at Hector, who isn’t the legal man in the match. Rodriguez backs up andputs his hands in the air, telling the referee that there’s no need to call for a disqualification, and then starts walking away. Fudrucker keeps his eyes on Hector, making sure he returns back to his corner. After Rodriguez turns the corner, Hannah Perez swoops in and pulls down on Arch Angel’s head, choking him on the edge of the ring apron.

Jimmy Yates: Now come on… that’s a bit unfair…

Bryan Harris: Going up against El Chupacabra, you have to expect this sort of thing.

Getting to his feet, Diego immediately moves over and starts yelling at Jacob Fudrucker. The referee looks completely confused, as he can’t figure out why Diego would be mad at him. The action keeps Fudrucker’s back turned to the part of the ring where Hannah is illegally choking Arch Angel. Spotting the opportunity, Diego quickly moves to the corner, climbs the turnbuckle, and leaps off, sending his leg down across the back of Arch Angel’s neck.

Alan Ducard: Hannah didn’t move out of the way in time, and she took some of the impact as Diego came off the top rope with that guillotine.

Bryan Harris: She definitely broke Diego’s fall, and that was actually very important for El Chupacabra, whether it was intentional or not, because it kept Diego from falling right to the arena floor after the impact with Arch Angel.

Jimmy Yates: She helped out, but she doesn’t look too happy about it.

Standing up on the arena floor, Diego rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Putting his feet underneath him, Diego takes Arch Angel by the leg, pulls him towards the middle of the ring, lifts both of his feet up off the mat, crosses them into position for a Texas Cloverleaf, and then he flips forwards into a jackknife pinfall position.

Alan Ducard: Here’s the count…

One…

T.Rex gets into the ring…

Two…

Hector blindsides him with a clothesline.

Three.

Jacob Fudrucker gets to his knees, looks to call for the bell, notices T.Rex laid out and Hector in the ring, but he uses his best judgment and calls for the bell anyway.

Alan Ducard: El Chupacabra come up with the victory over ANARCHY, but seeing the pain Hannah appears to be in after Diego collided into her a minute ago, you have to ask: at what cost?

Bryan Harris: First off, Hannah will be fine. She’s a tough broad, not like Josephina Colbert or some of the other ladies walking around backstage. Secondly, a win like this that gets El Chupacabra one step closer to a tag title shot? You take that kind of win at ANY cost. ANY.

Jimmy Yates: Well personally I think what Diego did was cowardly, and I hope he’s happy with himself.

Bryan Harris: If he and Hector can get their hands back on the tag titles? They won’t think about this match except maybe to consider the sacrifice by their fearless manager.

Jimmy Yates: Sacrifice? I don’t think she knew Diego was even coming!

'ON ANOTHER DAY C'MON C'MON!'

The crowd erupts. The four men who just finished their tag match standslack jawed as Loco Martinez storms from the back. Loco, wearing a black 'Against Me!' t-shirt and faded blue jeans walks to the ring with a purpose.

Alan Ducard: What could possibly want out here right now?

Bryan Harris: Probably out here to hug his two loser employees.

Jimmy Yates: What EVER it is, we're about to find out.

Loco brushes past Diego and Hannah stopping them cold with an icy glare. He walks and heads directly to the announce table. More importantly the Legacy World Heavyweight Championship. He stares down at the title his eyes glaze over as he examines the belt. Arch Angel and T.Rex, still nursing their post match wounds quickly slide down and flank the title. T.Rex shakes his head 'no' and mouths 'don't do it.' Loco flashes a wicked glare at his former employee, and stares the two men down. Each take a step back, and Loco takes a step forward. He reaches his right hand out slowly and places it on the Title. The crowd gasps...

Alan Ducard: Safe to say, he knows what he's doing this week.

Bryan Harris: Safe to say he's an idiot who's going to get his butt whupped again.

Hearing this, Loco grabs Harris by the collar of his shirt, and pulls up and gets in his face. The color runs out of Harris' face as Loco decides if a suspension and fine would be worth it. He lets go and violently pushes Harris back to his chair.

Jimmy Yates: I can't remember the last time I've seen Loco Martinez like this... if I ever have.

Loco looks down at the belt and now takes his left hand and slowly picks up the belt. The crowd explodes as X-Calibur rushes from the back. Anarchy look on nervously as Loco Martinez cradles the title like its a child. Staring at it. X gets to Loco, fists clenched. Loco continues to stare at the title almost daring X to hit him. X takes a step closer, and Loco finally looks up to X-Calibur with a smirk.

Loco Martinez: Oops.

Loco takes one more look at the title before placing it on X-Calibur's shoulder. He pats the title twice and says,

Loco Martinez: For Now.

X smirks as the two men continue to stare each other down.

X-Calibur: You want this?

Loco nods quietly. Confidently. The crowd absolutely erupts, but the two men don't flinch. They continue to stare one another down as if the crowd doesn't exist.

X-Calibur: You think you can beat me?

Loco nods again. Smiling as if this is something he’s longed for. X nods in turn, also smiling as if this is something he’s wanted. Suddenly, the crowd splits into two distinct chants...

“Loc-o! Lo-co! Lo-co!”

Loco looks to his left.

“X-Cal! X-Cal! X-Cal!”

X looks to his right.

X-Calibur: ...bulls**.

Both men get within inches of each other’s faces, as Anarchy tries their hardest to not be the pink elephants standing in the room. As the crowd roars their approval of a match a long time in the making, the scene fades to a commercial break, the simultaneous chants of iconic proportions echoing in the forefront of everyone’s minds.

Cronos Diamante: Where is Stephen Rawlings?

Trevor begins to stutter with an answer but before he even continues to try talking, he points down the hall toward one of the last food areas left. Cronos lets him down, having not known he lifted him off the ground, then takes off in that direction.

Cronos Diamante: Oh I can't wait to…

As Cronos turns the corner he spots Rawlings with his back to him. Cronos rushes up behind him and spins Rawlings around to face him.

Cronos Diamante: Who the f*ck do you think you are? Superman? Mr. "Ooo I can take on The Diabolik all by myself."

Cronos doesn't let Rawlings speak just yet and continues on.

Cronos Diamante: Because of you I was in the hospital almost that entire night. I start getting pummeled and all you do is stand on the apron. I know you didn't want to tag with me and I sure as hell didn't want to tag with you but I was still going to do my best to beat those fuckers and I had hoped you'd be professional about it. But nooooo… Mr. Whiny "I want my title shot" and "I can do everything by myself" decides to f*ck me over.

Stephen Rawlings: You're still on about that? What a baby. Welcome to the big leagues asshole. Not everything is gonna go your way!

He starts to walk away but stops and turns back to Cronos.

Stephen Rawlings: And just so you know... If it wouldn't of been for you, I actually would have beaten The Diabolik.... So if anyone should be called Mr. Something, it should be you being called Mr. Loser!

Cronos' face flushes red, emotion fueling his every action now, cruel and wicked anger boiling to the surface.

Cronos Diamante: It's time you had your eyes opened up you slimy little worm.

Cronos grabs Rawlings and spins him around. He moves in close and is a mere inch from his face when he begins talking again.

Cronos Diamante: This isn't my first time in the so called "big leagues"... kid. That's right, Stephen. I've been doing this since you were in diapers and I've had my taste of gold. That makes you a little kid to me. I have more talent in my pinkie finger than you do in your entire body. And you bit off way more than you can chew you arrogant, cocky, egomaniacal prick. So grow some eyes in the back of your head, kid.

Cronos takes a step back.

Stephen Rawlings: Why? Are you really that much of a little bitch that you can't take me out looking in the eyes? Looking me in the Goddamn face? Go ahead.. Hit me right here! GAYDO!

Stephen points to a spot on the right side of his forehead and that's just enough to send Cronos over the edge. In response, Cronos shoves Rawlings almost twenty feet into the metal boxes behind him and moves into fighting stance as he waits for Rawlings to get up.

Cronos Diamante: Come on, boy. It's time you find out what a real ass whooping is!!!

When Rawlings gains his footing, however, Justin Moreno flies in on the scene and holds Rawlings back from attacking Cronos. Stephen Rawlings wipes the blood off his neck that he received from the boxes and shoves Moreno off of him.

Stephen Rawlings: GODDAMN IT JUSTIN!!!! You're always in the way... FIRST MY TITLE! NOW THIS! GET A GODDAMN LIFE!

He storms off down the hall Cronos Diamante glares down the hall at Stephen Rawlings storming off without giving Cronos any attention at all. Moreno lets out a sigh of relief and turns to Cronos. He laughs nervously.

Justin Moreno: Well, I guess Rawlings forgot to go to anger management today, I suppose.

Cronos shifts his attention to Moreno and half-smiles with an annoyed look on his face.

Cronos Diamante: I guess you didn't go to mind your business classes today either, did you? Heh heh heh. Oh no, no, no...

Justin, a bit apprehensive at this point, takes a few steps back.

Justin Moreno: Hey man, I don't want any trouble. I've got enough on my plate as is.

Cronos sports his wicked grin and quickly speaks.

Cronos Diamante: Justin, Justin, Justin...

Cronos wraps his arm around him and begins walking with him.

Cronos Diamante: You're not in trouble. Oh no, no, no, no... not yet. Maybe you did me a favor. Maybe Rawlings just had it knocked into that silly head of his that somebody might just be standing up to him. Then again... maybe you didn't help. Only time will tell. My only question is...

Cronos pauses.

Cronos Diamante: Why did you get involved in the first place? Some misguided feeling of having to be honorable?

Justin appears to be a bit apprehensive as he gives his answer.

Justin Moreno: I just didn't want to see anybody get into a fight in front of me, because all that does is remind me of all the crap I'm going through with Dawson, Shane, and all those other flunkies.

Cronos cackles.

Cronos Diamante: Shane... Dawson...

Moreno shifts nervously, not wanting to upset Cronos.

Justin Moreno: Yeah, but like I said. I have a lot on my plate. I didn't feel like watching other people fighting each other because it just reminds me of my issues with the Entourage, you know?

Cronos pats Moreno on the back and smiles, a somewhat human feel rushing over Cronos for a minute.

Cronos Diamante: You'll get through it, kid. And thanks...

Justin Moreno: …for what?

Cronos' human feel disappears almost as quickly as it came.

Cronos Diamante: For reminding me to skip the foreplay next time and go right to the action. Oh yes, yes, yes… no more foreplay. Action, action, action…

Moreno starts to slowly back away at this point as he begins to speak.

Justin Moreno: Oooo... kaaaay... I think I'll take my leave now.

Cronos grins.

Cronos Diamante: You do that. I'm out of here. Oh yes, yes, yes... lots to do now and hardly any time at all.

Cronos cackles and skips away like a kid on a playground. Justin just shakes his head and sighs as he leans against the wall.

Justin Moreno: Man, I don't even like Rawlings and I feel sorry for him for having to deal with this cuckoo-bird...

Jimmy Yates: This is a Tag Team Championship Contenders match, so whichever team wins will be that much closer to facing Domination for the gold.

Bryan Harris: This one won’t be pretty. The D operates as a vindictive, well-oiled machine, and The Unholy Alliance is just a powder-keg full of combustible elements.

Alan Ducard: Win & Anselm have been impressive lately, especially since Gryffin has gotten his head back into the game and proven that his loyalties still lie with The D.

Bryan Harris: But with The Unholy Alliance, you just never know. They’re like chaos wrapped up in a shoddy bundle; you never know when this team will just implode in on itself.

Jimmy Yates: Well considering the members, I have to agree with you there Bry. Black is a silent assassin who thrives on violence, and Turner is a deranged juggernaut who doesn’t care what he does or who he pisses off. I still don’t get how those two have managed to coexist THIS long.

Alan Ducard: All true. Let’s not forget as well that The Diabolik have been champions before, and very successful champions at that, so I’m sure that remembrance is a major driving force in their ascension back up the tag team ranks.

Bryan Harris: How about we cut to the footage?

Black spins around, a look of hot frustration showing on his face as Chris saunters into the ring, mouthing something to Damien as he reluctantly exits the ring.

Alan Ducard: Well now, that was unexpected. Chris just blindly tagging his way into the match, and Damien doesn’t seem so pleased about that...

Jimmy Yates: All I’ve gotta say is these two better get on the same page if they expect to defeat The D. There is no room for mistakes against men as dangerous as Win & Anselm.

Turner blunders over to Win like a mad bull, driving stomps into the chest and the back of his head. James rolls across the canvas, and Turner makes the miscalculation of jumping a little too high, looking for an elbow drop. James uses that speed to roll a good distance out of harm’s way, and then he grabs the ropes and gets to a vertical base.

Chris stumbles to his feet, running forward and looking to cleanly behead Win with a clothesline, but James ducks the attempt and drives a stiff boot into Turner’s midsection. As Chris doubles over, Win wraps an arm around his neck and kips down, hitting the bigger man with a DDT.

Bryan Harris: Win really proving to be a commodity in this match, I have no doubt that his speed will be a factor when facing off against these two big monsters.

Jimmy Yates: Turner looks to be feeling the effects of that DDT, cradling his head and making no effort to get up from the canvas just yet.

Win grabs Turner by the ankle, and mustering up all his strength, he drags the dead weight over to his corner, reaching back a hand so that Gryffin can tag himself in. While Win holds Turner down by the ankle, Gryff takes a step forward and leaps, hitting a rolling knee drop that smashes against one of Chris’s
shoulder blades. As James exits the ring, Gryff drops down and locks in a modified crossface of sorts, dragging back on Turner’s face while keeping him near The Diabolik corner.

Laura smacks the apron on the outside, as Black looks on with emotionless eyes. Gryff continues to apply the pressure of the crossface, until finally Turner flops around and places his foot on the bottom rope. Referee Don Bower forces Gryff to relinquish the hold, and he promptly tags in Win. James springs over
the top rope swings a flying forearm into the back of Chris’s head as he attempts to rise from the mat, successfully dropping him back to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: The Diabolik are doing a good job of cutting Turner off from his corner, and keeping the pace fast and furious.

Jimmy Yates: Chris might be regretting that rough tag he made earlier, because now it seems like he’s become a sacrificial lamb, lain out on the crimson altar of The D.

James pulls Chris to his knees, and Turner manages to surprise the crowd by driving a huge headbutt into the gut of The Golden One. Win staggers back, one hand plastered against his abdomen, and this gives Chris enough time to fall back into the ropes, using them to make a mad rush forward, and then LEVELING James with a boot to the face.

Turner pumps himself up, roaring as the veins stand out in his neck. He points to Black, saying something like “This is how it’s done”, and then Chris proceeds to yank Win up to his feet, only to crush him back into the canvas with a belly to belly suplex. Chris stumbles back after getting up, and suddenly a hand falls on his shoulder, pulling him back RUDELY. Damien Black steps through the ropes, having just given Turner a taste of the blind tag. Chris scrunches his face down into an insolent expression, like a child about to have a tantrum, before exiting the ring while spitting out idiotic curse words.

Damien runs forward and snaps a kick into Win’s ribs, only to pivot and grab him by the throat, hauling the smaller man to his feet. At that point, Black just unloads with palm strikes, crushing them into Win’s chest and stomach over and over again, before spinning like a top and whipping a back fist into The Golden One’s jaw. Before James can drop, Damien grabs him and starts to snap knees into Win’s head, and after a trio of these knee shots, Damien releases his grip and steps back. James has fallen to his knees, looking totally dazed.

Jimmy Yates: Black & Turner really seem to be at odds here tonight; they just don’t seem to be clicking with each other.

Alan Ducard: I’ve noticed that too, Jimmy, and if that continues, things could go bad for The Alliance.

Bryan Harris: Especially since The Diabolik are acting as a cohesive unit, using their combined efforts to dismantle the monsters. It’s only a matter of time before they break!

Black moves in on Win, cinching in a collar elbow tie-up, only to drag Win back to his feet while bulling him across the ring. James reacts with a quick rake of the eyes, and then throws a few wild rabbit punches that connect with Damien’s chin and chest. Damien takes a surprised step back, only to be blasted across
the chest with a knife edge chop. With The Golden One’s confidence seeming to grow, Win swings outward looking for another knife edge chop, but Damien scouts it, ducking under and coming up behind James. Black snaps up both of Win’s arms, pulling them across his neck, and then he falls backward, driving both knees into Win’s back with a brutal cutthroat lung blower.

Jimmy Yates: One should never forget just how deadly The Savior of Sadism is, if you step into the ring with Black looking for an easy out, you quickly realize that isn’t gonna happen.

Bryan Harris: Hell, Even I feel like coughing, and all I did was witness that lung blower!

Black gets back to his feet, pulling Win with him and irish whipping him into the corner, where Turner can barely resist taking a shot at him. Damien follows Win in, and hammers him with a swinging right hook, and then he displays a palm for Turner to tag himself in. Chris ignores the palm, instead slapping Damien
forcefully on the shoulder and stepping into the ring. Black stands there for a minute as if he’s about to clock Turner, before finally exiting the ring.

Turner irish whips Win into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, then runs in looking for a shoulder block, but Win sidesteps at the last minute, and jumps up, hitting a perfect dropkick that hits Turner flush across the side of the face. Once Win lands, he’s right back up to his feet, pelting Turner’s head and neck with vigorous stomps and kicks. The Golden One takes time to smile at the crowd, his blonde hair shining under the arena lights, before he turns and reaches over to tag in Anselm.

Alan Ducard: Quick tags on the part of The D, and that’s an intelligent strategy. Working together like that helps to prevent one man from gassing himself too early.

Bryan Harris: Maybe someone should teach Black & Turner how to do that. Obviously that useless Laura hasn’t been doing anything to help the team mature.

Jimmy Yates: If she hears you say that again, don’t be expecting me to lend a hand when she dropkicks you right out of that chair.

Gryffin makes a beeline for Turner, grabbing him up and locking an arm around his neck. Anselm rears back, looking to go for suplex or possibly that jackhammer he’s made famous, but Turner shifts his weight and falls back to his feet. The deranged superstar promptly pushes Gryff square in the chest, and backpeddles out of the predicament, right into the chest of Damien Black. Damien is bumped back slightly, but he simply ignores this, stepping into the ring and going face to face with Gryffin Anselm. There’s a tense moment where both men just stare each other down, the crowd simmering with excitement.

Bryan Harris: Now THIS should be good. I’ve wanted to see these two bulls thrown down for a long time.

Gryff is the first to move, hurling a strong right hand into Damien’s cheek. Black responds in turn, smacking Anselm with a loud palm strike that sends him reeling. Black follows through; going for a spinning backfist, but Gryffin puts up both forearms as a guard and absorbs the blow. Anselm takes this millisecond chance to hit the ropes and run forward, smacking a clothesline into Damien, but the monster doesn’t go down, he only staggers back a few steps. Gryff is unfazed, pumping out a fist and looking for a strike, but Damien blocks it and crushes a standing headbutt into Gryffin’s breastbone. Anselm drops down to his knees, seeming to be stunned.

Black steps forward, raising both fists upwards and intertwining them, looking for a sledgehammer blow, but just then Gryff fires up and uses his position to manipulate Damien up into a fireman’s carry. Anselm struggles under the near three hundred pounds, but using his raw power he negotiates Damien’s head into
the canvas with a sickening impact.

Alan Ducard: That came out of NOWHERE! Damien just got blasted!

Bryan Harris: Gryffin calls that The Devastator, and now you see why!

Meanwhile outside the ring, The Golden One has engaged in a brawl with Turner, pelting him with fists while both men fight against the security railing. Back in the ring, Gryffin drops down on top of Black and hoists up a leg, and Don Bower moves in for the count.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Smith Cartwright: Yep, I understand completely, and I’ll make sure they both know.

After waiting another moment, Smith closes his phone up and puts it into his pocket.

Intern Avery: Important call?

Smith Cartwright: Very. That was Rob Belote, and the front office decided who would be fighting for the No Limits Championship at the upcoming pay per view.

Intern Avery: Really?

Smith nods.

Smith Cartwright: Yep, and I want you to be the one to go inform both competitors of the news, and let me know if there’s any problems.

Avery nods, and then the footage cuts before Avery finds out who the challenger(s) will be.

Andrew Kelley: I'm standing by with the tandem of Mirage & Lucien Gray, who will be facing off against WorldWide Bushido Buntai later in the evening.

Kelley clears his throat, turning to face the team.

Andrew Kelley: What do you expect from tonight's match gentlemen, considering the history between yourselves and WWBB?

The camera pans out to reveal Gray & Mirage standing side by side. Lucien looms over Kelley like a monstrous titan, his stringy black hair obscuring most of the twisted metal and leather that comprise his mask. Kelley makes the mistake of raising the microphone and putting it near the grill of Lucien's mask, and the mastodon shakes his head as though Andrew is an idiot, rudely grabbing his wrist and directing it down so that Mirage can speak into the mic. With a vulpine grin on his face, Mirage speaks like a serpent out of Eden.

Mirage: Lets see here, Andrew...the first time Katsuro decided to stick his nose in my business I had to have the big man beat him into the ground. That's 1. Then, because they didn't get the message, we met Yoshida and Poindexter at Strife 39, and after what I considered an easy fight, the big man threw me clear across the ring onto Kevin Oppenwhatever and we all know who won that match, don't we?! That's right, Mirage and Lucien did. So that's 2. So what do I expect this time?! More of the same...what's it gonna take to get the message across?! The WWBB is yesterdays trash, and it's time me and the big man take it out for the last time...

After having his say, Mirage grins broadly into the camera, before sauntering out of frame and leaving Gray next to Andrew. Kelley appears to be a bundle of nerves, with sweat dripping down his brow; he adjusts the collar of his shirt and half-whispers into the mic.

Andrew Kelley: You have any closing thoughts, Lucien?

Gray leans down so that the surface of his mask is mere inches from Andrew's pale face, then his voice rasps out of the grill of the mask, a low growl akin to something from the animal kingdom.

Lucien Gray: Thoughts? I think you pissed yourself.

Kelley's eyes widen, looking down, while Gray lumbers off, satisfied with his little joke. Realizing that the crotch of his pants is dry, Andrew sighs with relief, looking into the camera with an expression of total embarrassment as we cut away.

Pushing it open, a great plume of smoke unexpectedly rises from inside. Coughing and hacking, Carter Franklin waves the smoke from his face.

Carter Franklin: What the HELL?! Joey?! Conrad?! Are you guys smoking in there?!

Laughing can be heard inside.

Joey: Naw, yo... its Bladerunner Rock!

Conrad: I”m Bladrunner Rock, muthaf***a!!

Joey: ‘Scuse you? Pssshhhht...

Conrad: Don’t be trippin’, yo! We da muthaf***in’ dynasty, bitches! We's undefeated in LEG-IZZLE”

Joey: F*** YEAH MUTHAF***A! Sh**.... dis here is some good muthaf***in’ sh**!!”

Conrad: ****in’ sh**, muthaf***a!! N***z ain’t be f***in’ frontin’ our asses no’mo!!

There is a stunned silence coming from Carter Franklin. Absolutely stunned.

Carter Franklin: Excuse me?!

Joey: SH**!!!

Conrad: We muthaf***in’ busted, yo!!

As Carter walks through the ridiculously thick smoke of the restroom, he comes to two bathroom stalls. Trying to push open the door on the right, Carter fails in doing so. He knocks three times and coughs some more.

Carter Franklin: What’s going on here? This is a non-smoking facility!

Joey: AY YO, F*** YOU N***A!”

Conrad: SUCK MY D***, MUTHAF***A! WHO DA F*** DO YOU THINK YOU IS, YO?!

Joey: If ya ain’t got the shleppin’, den gets to steppin’!

Conrad: That ain’t even make muthaf***in’ sense, muthaf***a!

Coughing some more, Carter covers his mouth. Shaking his head with disgust over what’s going on, Carter has no choice but to try and ignore it for the time being. He must really have to use the urinal, because despite the careless swearing and smoke clouds, Carter faces the urinal and starts unzipping. A little bit of tinkling ensues, and all of a sudden both stall doors open up quietly. Conrad and Joey creep out like Elmer Fudd hunting a wabbit, as a joint of marijuana can be seen in their hands. Not long after, the joints are blurred from their hands.

Joey and Conrad try not to laugh, but the intoxication is too overpowering. Carter turns his head, and notices both guys standing there.

Carter Franklin: You- you guys are in SERIOUS trouble!

Conrad and Joey look at each other, then shrug.

Joey & Conrad: SHUT THE F*** UP!

Conrad extends his long leg forward, and pushes harshly against Carter’s buttocks, no doubt slamming his privates into the urinal and making an ungodly mess on his pants.

Joey: Don’t fo’get to wash yo’ hands, BITCH!

Both guys drop their “blurs”, and bolt from the bathroom.

Carter Franklin: ... suuuuuuuper.

Alan Ducard: For the World-wide Bushido Buntai, they get a chance to take a step closer towards the championship belts which have been eluding them since they started teaming up here…

Bryan Harris: And they also get the added bonus of taking on Lucien Gray and Mirage – who seems to have a strange fascination with Katsuro Yoshida. You can see it in his eyes, and hear it in his voice… and when Mirage got like that about someone in the past… things turned out intense.

Jimmy Yates: That’s exactly the type of thing I’m a little concerned about, but that’s why I think it’s great that things are getting underway tonight, because things can stop before they even get started.

Alan Ducard: Both of these teams are on the rise, so a victory here would be very important for either team.

Bryan Harris: Let’s not waste anybody else’s time, then. Let’s just get straight to the footage! We’ve still got two matches to go tonight after this one!

Bryan Harris: That’s some beautiful power right there from a certified monster!

Alan Ducard: Katsuro Yoshida fell a long way, but he’s lucky that he was able to get his foot down onto the arena floor, because it dampened his fall.

Hearing word from his tag team partner, Lucien doesn’t follow Katsuro to the outside, and instead he walks over and tags Mirage into the match. Instead of getting into the ring, Mirage drops off the apron to the outside.

Jimmy Yates: This is where Mirage gets extra dangerous… relaxed rules, normal objects become weapons…

Alan Ducard: And he seems to have a dangerous look in his eyes.

Taking his opponent by the wrist, Mirage lifts him up off the ground and throws Katsuro into the guardrail with an irish whip, hitting back first. Mirage moves in slowly, and when he gets close enough, Yoshida takes a step forward and connects with a knife-edge chop. Both men a couple steps slower, Katsuro grabs Mirage and sends him shoulder-first into the corner ringpost.

Bryan Harris: Damn it, Mirage, you took too long!

Alan Ducard: Katsuro found an opening, and now he’s sending the match back into the ring.

Grabbing Mirage by the head, Katsuro throws him back into the ring underneath the bottom ropes, then follows him back into the ring. Lifting Mirage off the mat, Katsuro sends him across the ring with an irish whip into the corner where Oppenheimer is waiting with an elbow smash. Yoshida follows in quickly and connects with a back elbow smash of his own, then reaches over and tags Oppenheimer into the match.

Jimmy Yates: Katsuro Yoshida could use a rest after being launched out of the ring like that, and meanwhile the World-wide Bushido Buntai are looking like a well-oiled machine.

Entering the match, Kevin Oppenheimer sends a hard forearm shot into the side of Mirage’s face, then pulls him back towards the middle of the ring. Holding him by the wrist, Kevin sends Mirage into a neutral corner with an irish whip, following in closely behind, hitting another forearm smash. Taking Mirage by the head, Kevin Oppenheimer backs up a step and tries for a vertical suplex, but Mirage connects with an elbow shot to the head, blocking the attempt.

Bryan Harris: Here he goes, Mirage with an opening!

Alan Ducard: I’m not so sure about that!

As Mirage tries to fight back, Kevin Oppenheimer slams Mirage into the turnbuckles, then hoists him up and sits him on the top turnbuckle despite Mirage fighting back. Before Kevin can follow it up, Mirage kicks Oppenheimer in the chest, setting him back a step. Spotting an opportunity, Mirage works his way up onto the top rope.. but then loses his footing and slips forwards, dropping down to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Oooh, tough break on that one… and it looks like Mirage might’ve hurt his ankle in the process!

His ankle obviously a little tender, Mirage tries not to put any weight on it, but before it matters, Kevin Oppenheimer charges in and drops Mirage with a diving clothesline. Standing up, Kevin spots the weakness and then stomps down onto Mirage’s ankle, then walks over and tags in Katsuro Yoshida. Before Mirage can get up off the mat, Katsuro Yoshida dives in, grabs him by the ankle, spins around and flips him over onto his back.

Jimmy Yates: Very nice heel hook there by Katsuro Yoshida, and he’s putting a ton of pressure on that ankle of Mirage!

Alan Ducard: He’s looking to get to the ropes…

Bryan Harris: Don’t count Mirage out, he’s a veteran, and I’m sure he’s been in a situation like this before.

Jimmy Yates: Well Katsuro Yoshida’s a veteran too, and I’m sure he’s probably earned a lot of submission victories with holds just like this.

Alan Ducard: Mirage is inching closer to the ropes, but he still has a long way to go. Looks like Katsuro is changing up his grip a little… yep, he’s got it locked in betternow…

Bryan Harris: Come on, Mirage… fight it… you can beat these guys again…

Suddenly, the look on Mirage’s face changes, as if the pain just significantly intensified. He no longer reaches out for the ropes, and he begins tapping the mat repeatedly, and referee Travis Rollins quickly turns and signals for the bell. A moment later, Josephina Colbert gets on the microphone to announce the outcome.

Alan Ducard: Well folks, we’re going to take a second now to show you some of the new items that have just become available via LEGACY merch, and there’s quite a selecti---

Before Ducard can even finish his sentence, double blasts of timed flame burst forth at the top of the ramp with a loud hissing sound, and Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear The Reaper” issues out of the arena’s audio system.

Jimmy Yates noticeably twitches, surprised by the sudden noise, and Alan Ducard drops the t-shirt he was about to showcase.

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL”…

A rasping, hellacious chuckle reverberates from the back, amplified by a microphone. As this chuckle begins to die down, the No Limits Champion throws back the curtains and steps out at the top of the ramp, the laugh finally dying in his throat. Nevertheless, a twisted grin remains.

All camera focus fixes on the top of the ramp, where Entragian and Elizabeth Gaunt stand gazing out at the crowd. Issac is wearing a pair of faded carpenter jeans, and a form-fitting black t-shirt with the image of a great white shark’s jaws across his chest. The albino’s hair is untied, flowing around his shoulders like finely spun spider webbing. And capping off his presence is a shining emblem of gold, in the form of the No Limits Championship draped across Issac’s shoulder.

Elizabeth wears a black mini-skirt, with a studded belt and fishnet stocking running down her legs to a pair of shining gothic boots. She’s also sporting a tight white t-shirt, straight from LEGACY merch, with “Issac Entragian” along the front in jagged lettering. The t-shirt has been torn down the front, to allow for some serious cleavage.

The massive albino shifts his weight, eyeing the crowd with an intensity that borders on pure hatred. Despite his hard eyes, the smile doesn’t leave his lips. And with mic gripped in hand, he begins to address the crowd, his tone one of twisted satisfaction.

The Ivory Terror: You people are probably wondering why I look so happy right now, and trust me; it’s for a good reason.

Liz leans over Issac’s shoulder, speaking into his mic for a moment.

Elizabeth Gaunt: And it’s not because were in this crummy place, surrounded by you impressionable RUBES, that’s for sure.

Issac smiles down at her, and she returns his gaze with a sarcastic little smirk, before putting her hands on her hips and looking at the crowd. The fans show their distaste immediately, showering the couple with negative feedback in the form of roaring jeers.

The Ivory Terror: No, I’m not happy because I’m here, in…

Issac pauses, looking at a loss for words, before whispering to Liz “Where the hell are we again?” She mutters something back that sounds like “I think Switzerland.”

The Ivory Terror: See, I’m HAPPY, because I just got the big news. Seems Belote finally pulled his thumb outta his a** and made a worthwhile announcement for once. Damien Black vs Issac Entragian, for the No Limits Title at the next Pay Per View Event!

The fans pop at the thought of how vicious an encounter monsters like Issac and Damien could have, the masses momentarily seeming satiated.

The Ivory Terror: Now, while tearing Oppenheimer apart was FUN, that mindless destruction does get boring after awhile. I don’t want to just mow through superstars again like I did the last time I held this title (patting the No Limits Championship), oh no, this time I around I want to see some repercussions for my actions. A little serious competition, that’s what I need.

That grins grows larger.

The Ivory Terror: And there is no better competition in that lockeroom than the mad dog known as Damien Black. He and I are like brothers in blood, we know what it means to walk a dark path. I view him as one of the meanest, deadliest SOBs to ever grace a LEGACY roster, and that gives me even more reason to destroy him.

Issac takes a few steps to the right, smoothing back his hair while casting his eyes to the floor. Without looking up, he continues to speak.

The Ivory Terror: There will be no greater challenge than facing a monster that seems to be cut from the same tainted cloth as myself. This will be a grave test, but in the end, it will prove to be a testament to just how VILE, just how DEPRAVED I can be when properly motivated. Little..ole..me”

He returns his emerald gaze to the crowd, his sarcastic tone seeming to mock the audience.

The Ivory Terror: So I say BRING ON the Savior Of Sadism. Let him come with barbwire on his fists and HATE in his heart, because I wouldn’t want it any other way. But know this, dearest Black; I’ll meet you with teeth bared and claws ready to rip. We’ll play, you and I, and what a dangerous game it’ll be, but with such a special prize hanging in the balance.

Entragian removes the No Limits Championship from his shoulder, raising it towards the heavens. He looks directly into the camera as it pulls in for a close-up of his face, as the albino speaks through a razor-tipped smile.

The Ivory Terror: And I’m sure you know, Damien, that I play........rough.

The albino’s forked tongue slips out of his mouth for a moment, running along the top row of his filed teeth in a truly creepy display.

The Ivory Terror: There’s only room for one demon in LEGACY, and YOU. ARE. LOOKING AT HIM!

Issac’s grin looks like hard sunshine, as he backs up and finally turns, exiting through the curtains with Liz hot on his heels.

Eli Storm: Like I was saying ladies...I have this real nice Penthouse with a whirlpool. And trust me, I have no problem giving you guys a key so we can enjoy the night.

A voice calls out from down the hall. A manly voice. The camera turns, and we spot a man wearing an all red leisure suit with black trim and a black University of Georgia logo on the left breast. Accompanying Ron Bailey is the blonde woman who has been considered the hottest woman currently employed by LEGACY, a woman whom many hope will stop accompanying him in the very near future. They say she’s holding him back. They want her to walk away. Ron won’t tell her to leave, because every time she walks away, he gets mesmerized.

Ron Bailey: Eli Storm. You and me, it seems we have something to talk about.

As he continues talking, Ron approaches.

Ron Bailey: Two weeks ago, I was nice to you. You had a big match with Adam Davis in your hometown, and it was your first big chance at LEGACY gold. So for that night… I gave you a reprieve.

Storm: A… reprieve?!

Helena nods, and Eli looks confused.

Ron Bailey: Since you showed up at a house show and hoped to make an example out of me and hit me with that…

Motioning with his hands in a crazy circle, Ron continues.

Ron Bailey: …flippy sh*t… It seems to me like we have something to talk about. And to be honest, I don’t think we really gotta TALK about anything.

Helena steps up with a piece of paper in hand and gives it to Eli, who looks down at it, then back up at Ron.

Storm: What’s this?

Helena Fitzgerald: A contract. For a match.

Storm: When?

Helena: The pay per view.

Ron Bailey: Whenever the hell that’s gonna be.

Storm grins.

Storm: So you two actually think that it’s a GOOD idea to step into a match with me, on a BIG stage like a pay per view?

Ron doesn’t seem to get the joke, but Eli’s grinning ear to ear.

Ron Bailey: I think it’s a great idea. When’s thelast time you won a match at a pay per view?

Eli’s eyes narrow, and he takes the contract and folds it up.

Storm: Before you leave Alberta, you’ll have a signed contract.

Ron nods, and Helena looks pleased.

Helena: Good. Just be sure to initial the bottom of each of the pages, because we’d rather not have to track you down to get all the proverbial “t’s” crossed and “i’s” dotted.

Turning around, Helena walks off. Stepping to the side, Ron pivots and watches Helena as she walks off, shakes his head, and then follows.

Jimmy Yates: Of course, the man says a few curse words and you fall in love with him. Allen Franks is FAR from a jobber, and if this supposed “Cult Leader” is looking to prove himself to be more than a guy who can spray paint a penis over someone’s name, Allen Franks is a great person to start with.

Bryan Harris: You’re such an idiot, Yates.

Alan Ducard: To break this up a bit, it’s a loud and fresh LEGACY superstar, Ethan Leers, making his debut against the man who is looking to re-establish himself in LEGACY. Should be interesting to say the least.

Bryan Harris: Let’s get to the footage, then, because I’m excited about checking out Ethan Leers’ debut.

Bryan Harris: Allen Franks already bleeding as a result of a BEAUTIFUL series of elbows at the start of the match.

Jimmy Yates: And, of course, you forget to note that the elbows only came after a resulting eye gouge.

Bryan Harris: I didn’t forget at all. You just spoke before I could note it. I’ll give Ethan Leers all the credit in the world for that eye gouge, because, quite simply, it was a brilliant strategy.

Alan Ducard: Meanwhile, in the ring, Ethan Leers attempted to roll out of the hold, but Allen Franks counters with a quick armbar!

Ethan, however, is close to the ropes, and is able to get them quickly. Allen Franks holds on until the count of two, but releases. Ethan holds his arm but is able to get to his feet. Allen Franks goes for the collar-elbow tie up, but Ethan launches quick boot to the gut, causing Franks to step back. Ethan leans against the ropes for a minute, catching his breath. Allen Franks against charges in, going for a clothes line, but Ethan ducks under. He catches Allen Franks heads and goes for a neck breaker, but Franks is quick! He spins out of the move, and when Ethan turns to meet him, Franks catches Ethan around the waist and hit’s a belly to belly suplex! Franks pins!

ONE!

TWO-KICKOUT!

Bryan Harris: Couldn’t possibly be that easy.

There is a small, but noticeable pop way up in the cheap seats. The camera pans over to reveal, what appears to be, a large mass of Ethan Leers fans. An entire section of people, all of which are wearing Leers gear or have signs in support of Ethan Leers. There also seem to be quite a few anti-LEGACY signs as well. When the camera pans back over, we see Allen Franks has Ethan in a front headlock, and is working to set up position, with Ethan simply fighting his way out.

Alan Ducard: Ethan still has the fight, but Franks proving to be have the advantage in mat technique.

Bryan Harris: He’s afraid to really fight him, that’s all. Fancy-pants Canadian boy is afraid to get up and throw a few punches.

Jimmy Yates: Do you listen to yourself when you talk?

Bryan Harris: Do you listen to yourself when you’re stupid?

Allen Franks lifts Ethan to his feet and launches a few knees to the chest of Ethan. He then drops back, going for a DDT-NO! Ethan catches both of Allen’s legs and stays grounded, Allen landing flat on his back. While holding the legs, Ethan leaps THROUGH the legs and hit’s a VICIOUS double knee drop onto Allen’s chest! Allen clutches his chest and tries to roll over, but Ethan stays on top and begins to drop vicious forearms to the already bleeding skull of Allen Franks. Before being disqualified, Ethan gets off, waiting for Allen to get up. With Allen on his hands and knees, Ethan gets a running start and nearly kicks Allen’s head off with a running Yakuza Kick! Many fans boo, but you can still hear the cheers from Ethan’s Cult.

Jimmy Yates: How can people honestly cheer for that guy?

Bryan Harris: Because he’s great.

Alan Ducard: He has his following. Ethan Leers is called the Cult Leader for a good reason.

Ethan has Franks up, and he whips into the corner. He runs forward and throws his legs through the ropes, slamming his forearm into Franks face! He grinds it there for a moment, but as soon as the referee begins to count, Ethan backs off. However, as he is backing off, Franks launches a kick into Ethan’s stomach. It barely grazes and simply makes Ethan mad, who returns the blow with a spinning backfist!

Bryan Harris: BAM!

Ethan pulls Franks out of the corner and kicks him in the stomach. He then launches a knee to Allen’s head! And another! And another! And another! He follows this up with a face crusher!

Bryan Harris: That’s the Head Rush, and that’s the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-KICKOUT!

Ethan looks frustrated, and begins yelling profanities, all of which are censored, at the referee. The referee holds up two fingers, and Ethan holds up two fingers of his own. Two middle fingers. Most of the crowd boos, but the cult still make their voice heard. Ethan stands and looks up at his cult. He bows to them, which gets a pop from the cult, but boos from the rest of the fans. The rest of the fans get middle fingers, which causes more booing.

Jimmy Yates: This man has NO respect for these great LEGACY fans. None whatsoever.

Bryan Harris: Why should he? They are all sheep. The man cares for those that care about him.

Alan Ducard: All this showboating is giving Allen Franks time to get up.

Allen Franks is now up to his knees, and the gash on his forehead is bleeding pretty badly. Ethan turns and sees this. He goes over to Allen and grabs Allen by the head, but Allen begins to launch punches at Ethan’s midsection. Allen manages to fight his way to his feet and throws a MEAN knife-edged chop into Ethan’s chest!

WOOO! From the LEGACY fans.

BOOO! From the cult.

Ethan simply staggers back, clutching his chest. Allen throws a kick to the stomach and yet another chop!

WOOO!

BOOO!

Another chop!

WOOO!

BOOO!

Another chop!

WOOO!

BOOO!

Allen looks to be going for yet another chop, but this time, Ethan spins and plants a back kick into Allen’s stomach, causing Allen to double over. This time, the LEGACY fans boo, but you actually hear a “WOOO!” from the cult. Ethan launches a punch or two at Frank’s head before lifting him back up. He slaps Allen a couple of times, mouthing profane insults before planting a kick to Frank’s stomach. He grabs Frank’s by the hair and turns to his cult, placing Frank’s head between his legs and pointing up to his fans. They begin to cheer wildly, chanting “REVO-LUTION!” as Ethan lifts Allen Franks up into a Widow’s Peak position. However, instead of hitting the widows peak, Ethan pulls down on Allen’s head and flips him back over, dropping Allen with a piledriver!! The LEGACY fans boo, the cult cheers, and Ethan goes for the pin!

Bryan Harris: REVOLUTION DRIVER! It’s over!

ONE!

Jimmy Yates: Get up Allen!

TWO!

THREE!

Jimmy Yates: Damnit!

Bryan Harris: HA!

Alan Ducard: Ethan’s got something to say it seems.

Jimmy Yates: This man makes me sick.

Ethan Leers: LISTEN THE F**K UP! I am Ethan Leers, and I just did what you all knew I was going to fu**ing do. You knew I was going to beat this jobber. Next time, I don’t want to be fed something but some fu**ing punka** in the back. I want REAL FU**ING COMPETITION! NO MORE FU**ING JOBBERS!

...As for my cult, let’s go the f**k home. My sh**s done here.

Ethan drops the microphone. Most of the fans boo loudly. Meanwhile, the camera pans over to the cult fans, who are actually leaving their seats and doing as Ethan tells them.

Devastation: Adam.

Adam Davis looks over to where Devastation is standing and nods.

Adam Davis: Devastation. Good to see you. It's been awhile hasn't it? OPW?

Devastation cracks his neck from side to side before sitting the bottle of water down on the table. Then he eyes Adam Davis once more and speaks.

Devastation: Yeah, nice to see you too. Hell of a match you had with Eli Storm the other night. Congrats on keeping that belt.

Adam Davis: Thanks, but to be honest, I wasn't all that worried about it. As much as Eli likes to talk and prod people, I had a feeling I was going to come out on top. There aren't many who can keep up with me stride for stride in that kind of marathon, if you know what I am saying.

Davis pauses, looking Devasation up and down and shoots a quick smirk

Adam Davis: Devastating loss last week.

Adam winks.

Adam Davis: Okay cheesy pun, but I thought you were going to be the one to piss on X's little title parade. Pretty damn close too.

Devastation: Yeah it sucks to come that close to something and not cash it in. But I’ll be back there some day and when I do, I won’t let that happen again.

Adam smiles nodding ever so slightly before he speaks, making it hard to tell if he is being sincere or sarcastic, of course what he says next doesn't help.

Adam Davis: I’m sure.

At that point, Landon Savage, who has seen the two top wrestlers talking from afar, walks over to them. Devastation and Adam Davis both turn towards him as he strides up near them.

Landon Savage: Hey guys. I don’t mean to interrupt but I’ve been looking for Adam. I had something I wanted to go over with you.

Adam looks curious, eyeing Landon up and down before he speaks to him.

Adam Davis: Is that right?

Landon Savage: Yeah. Now you have the night off tonight because of that brutal match you had with Eli Storm. We’re all impressed with how you handled yourself in that match and want you to know you can defend that Tao of Valor championship against anyone you want at Strife 44.

Adam smirks, nodding somewhat before he speaks.

Adam Davis: Anyone that I want? Are you sure?

Landon Savage: That’s right.

Adam looks over at Devastation still standing a few feet from him and grins. Then he turns back to Landon Savage as he speaks.

Adam Davis: I can think of someone… I mean I took them down a notch in MY backyard in OPW, I think it would only be fair to prove my point in his…

Landon Savage looks at Devastation, who is obviously catching on, and then back to Adam Davis with a smile.

Landon Savage: As much as I’d love to see Adam Davis and Devastation lock up one more time, I’m afraid Devastation already has a match at the next Strife.

Adam looks over at Devastation who shrugs and then grins before speaking to Adam.

Devastation: Sorry, you know I’d love to take that title away from you. OPW was your own twisted little world, I wouldn't be so cocky when you get into my ring, the Legacy ring.

Adam laughs a little bit, giving that big hearty sarcastic laugh, and then rolls his eyes while patting Devastation on his shoulder.

Adam: Yeah, I have no doubt Dev. It's just too bad, I would have loved to make a point of you, especially after hearing all the bullsh*t about your technical ability night in and night out.

Adam turns back to Landon Savage , who is trying to patiently get a response out of Davis.

Adam Davis: You know what? It irks me. I see people getting this sort of favors all the damn time, and when I finally get mine? I don't get my way. I should just get this over with and settle and old vendetta I had from when I first got here...

He pauses, rubbing his chin and then nods to himself appreciating the choice.

Adam Davis: Yes...I want John Thomas. That bastard thought he could clown me for sake of his little buddy Bailey and that would be the end of it. I'm sick of him and his overt lust for gold. He wants a shot? So be it, but I am going to drive his skull into the mat for good measure.

Landon Savage: Then it’s set. It'll be Adam Davis and John Thomas for the Tao of Valor championship at Strife 44.

Landon turns and walks away, the cameraman following him. In the background we can see Devastation and Adam Davis exchange a few more words before they head off in opposite directions.

Jimmy Yates: Hard-hitting might be putting it mildly Alan. After what took place at our last event, I think The Outlaw would be looking to rip Crash limb from limb. The attack by Crash and The Diabolik was absolutely brutal, and I for one actually question whether Blade is getting back into the ring too quickly in his quest for revenge and getting one step closer to The World Title.

Bryan Harris: Hey now, wonders never cease, we actually agree on something Jimbo. The Outlaw is making a HUGE mistake stepping into the ring with Crash after just how badly The Diabolik beat him down. He shouldn’t be in the ring tonight, but no one has ever accused Greyson Blade of being a genius.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think this is a matter of intelligence Bryan, but a matter of toughness, and while Blade has shown time and time again just how much he can endure, I wonder if the past few months have caught up with his body in this instance. The hellacious feud with Issac Entragain, then participating in a match with Damien Black that some felt was actually too hardcore for a Strife broadcast, and then the Diabolik attack – I just wonder if he’s pressing himself too hard here.

Alan Ducard: Well, the viewers at home are about to find out just what went down between these former champions, both looking to climb the ladder once more.

Alan Ducard: Crash continues the punishment on the outside, sending The Outlaw headlong into the ring steps. This isn’t a No Limits match up, but Klinton Porter is using his discretion here, allowing both fighters to brawl on the outside.

Jimmy Yates: Crash has really been taking to The Outlaw here over the course of this match. Blade has been fighting back valiantly to keep even with Crash, but there’s something off about his game tonight. He seems just a step slower than usual.

Bryan Harris: That’s just because Crash is amazingly fast for a man his size Jimmy.

Jimmy Yates: Or because Blade is still suffering the effects from that heinous attack by The Diabolik at the super card.

Crash closes in on his prey, pulling The Outlaw up from the floor, and then slamming him head first on the apron, and Blade uncharacteristically slumps to one knee from the shot.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is having a hard time keeping his feet after a shot to the head, and Crash is just zeroed in on Blade’s head and neck region, preparing to take him out with the Aero Zepplin Driver. Crash now with a knee to the side of the head, and he has a wobbly Outlaw to a vertical base. Crash with the Irish whip and Blade goes face first into the ring post!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw is down and I’m usually behind Blade, but I just don’t see how he can come back in this match. He’s too hurt. He’s too beat up.

Bryan Harris: Yes, and don’t forget just how damn good Crash is people. He’s a former LEGACY World Champion too you know. Blade took a match against someone of that level when he wasn’t ready and now he’s paying for it.

Crash pulls Blade to his feet and rolls him back inside the ring, and follows him inside. Once inside though, Crash begins climbing the turnbuckles, as Blade struggles mightily to regain his feet.

Alan Ducard: Crash is going to the top turnbuckle, and we definitely don’t see that from him anymore as his career has advanced.

Bryan Harris: Everyone knows I’m not a fan of The Outlaw but you can’t deny him his success. This is a HUGE match for LEGACY and for Crash personally this is extremely important if he wants to get back to being LEGACY World Champion.

Crash sizes up The Outlaw, and as Blade turns his body around to face the turnbuckles, Crash leaps off and delivers a skull-crushing blow to The Outlaw’s skull, delivering the double axe handle from the top rope.

Alan Ducard: Crash showing shades of Randy Savage as he delivers that big double axe handle to The Outlaw’s skull, and now he’s going for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw kicks out and this capacity crowd loves it! Crash now eyeing up Klinton Porter, and he’s saying something to the official.

Bryan Harris: I would be saying something to him too Jimbo. With Blade’s condition and receiving a shot like that I’m pretty surprised there wasn’t a three count there.

Alan Ducard: Crash doesn’t waste much time here, and he’s back on the offensive, pulling The Outlaw up, and sending him off on the Irish whip. Blade coming back on the rebound, and he hits a back elbow to the face! Crash catches the staggering Outlaw and takes him over with the belly-to-belly suplex!

Jimmy Yates: The fans are rising up again for The Outlaw.

Bryan Harris: Yep, there’s no explanation for it but they love the guy.

Jimmy Yates: There’s plenty of explanation for it, just look at Blade still trying to get up here, using the ropes, still fighting.

Bryan Harris: He should just stay down and try again when he’s healthy. He’d still lose, but at least he wouldn’t look quite as outmatched.

Crash pulls Blade to his feet, and attempts to scoop him over his shoulder, and the fans gasp in horror as Crash begins to set up the corkscrew tombstone finish, but as Blade goes back over his shoulder, The Outlaw somehow pushes off and drops behind Crash! The fans explode as The Outlaw hooks Crash around the waist and takes him up for what appears to be a belly to back suplex. However, Blade heaves Crash off his shoulder, and spins, driving Crash down with a chokeslam-like finish!

Alan Ducard: That was an amazing counter by The Outlaw, and now both men are down in the center of the ring!

Jimmy Yates: Blade has just been getting beaten and battered, and he still finds a way to keep going. Crash is fighting for all he’s worth out there, and Blade is still, somehow, in this match.

Bryan Harris: That was just a last gasp Jimbo. Both men are down, and now Klinton Porter is beginning his count.

The “Blade” chant grows louder with each of Klinton’s counts. Finally, Crash begins to stir first, with Blade following suit. Crash manages to get to his feet before The Outlaw, and then hits the ropes, and comes off, looking to deliver a clothesline, but The Outlaw goes low and scoops him with the …

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw Drop! Blade drives Crash down into the canvas, and The Outlaw is getting back to his feet and may have bought himself some breathing room with that press version of the Samoan drop.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw must be running on pure adrenaline here as he pulls Crash to his feet and rocks him with a right hand, and follows it up, hooking the arm, and taking Crash vertical.

Bryan Harris: He’s just holding Crash in the air with the delay, allowing the blood to rush to the head – which can be amazingly effective.

Alan Ducard: He’s just holding up Crash’s nearly 270 pounds with seeming ease and now, he SPIKES Crash down with a brainbuster!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw usually takes that to completion of a vertical suplex, but the brainbuster looks to be rather effective as Crash clutches at his head on the canvas.

Greyson shakes his head a bit, seemingly clearing some cobwebs as he pulls Crash to his feet and tosses him into the turnbuckles with the hard Irish whip. Crash slams hard into the buckles, but keeps his feet. Unfortunately for him, he may have been better off hitting the canvas, as he staggers back out of the corner to The Outlaw who catches him and heaves him up and slams him down with a HUGE spinebuster (think Batista!).

Alan Ducard: The Shades of Gray spinebuster from Greyson, and Crash is down! The Outlaw is taking control of this match!

Jimmy Yates: I can hear the surprise in your voice Alan, and I’m surprised too. Blade is on a roll here with those successive power moves, and I have to think he’s going to look to end this soon, and get out of here without sustaining any more damage.

Bryan Harris: Looks at him though Jimmy, he’s still hurting. He’s slow, and he’s shaking his head again.

Indeed Blade is shaking his head, as if with each impact and jarring of his body, is throwing him off. In spite of the impediments, The Outlaw remains in control as he pulls Crash up, throwing him into the corner for a second time. This time Blade charges in with a clothesline, and then goes lower with a series of driving shoulder charges, softening up Crash’s midsection before going to town with a brutal barrage of kicks. As each kick finds its mark, Crash is driven lower and lower until he’s sitting on the canvas in the corner, and Blade knees him in the face. As The Outlaw finishes the assault, the crowd roars in approval.

Bryan Harris: Come on ref, make a count and get The Outlaw out of that corner.

Alan Ducard: Again Klinton Porter is using his discretion in a big match like this one, just like he did with the potential count out situation earlier.

Jimmy Yates: The fans can feel it Alan, I can feel it. The tide has fully shifted in this match, and The Outlaw is looking to take this one down the home stretch. He just unleashed an Outlaw’s fury on him in the corner, looking to make Crash pay for that attack last show.

The Outlaw pulls Crash out of the corner, and sends him off to the ropes with the Irish whip. On the rebound The Outlaw charges at him, and takes him down with a falling clothesline, driving Crash down into the canvas. Blade then pushes up to his feet as quickly as possible, but he does it almost too quickly, throwing himself a bit off balance, and he uses the ropes to catch himself. Blade then propels himself off the fall at Crash and delivers a massive kick to the ribs as Crash attempts to stand.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is hanging on, maintaining control, but his body is starting to betray him.

Bryan Harris: He fell almost trying to stand up Alan, I don’t think he can win this match. I don’t care if he’s in control now or not, he can’t go mistake free when the damage is preventing him from being efficient in his movement.

Jimmy Yates: This would be one hell of an upset if Blade somehow managed to win this match, and I think that’s what The Outlaw was counting on in accepting Crash’s challenge.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw pulling Crash to his feet and there’s a right hand, and a left hand, and a kick to the gut into the standing headscissors. The Outlaw with the double underhook and into a backbreaker! Double underhook backbreaker from The Outlaw and he hooks the arms and goes for a pinfall!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO!

Bryan Harris: Crash kicks out! That’s right, Blade isn’t the only “tough guy” around here. Crash is weathering this onslaught from The Outlaw remarkably well.

Jimmy Yates: Blade remains in control though, and The Outlaw grabs Crash and he’s pulling him into that fireman’s carry … he’s going for The Outlawed! Crash hammering away on the side of Blade’s head now, and he drops Crash!

Crash drops out of the fireman’s carry, and kicks The Outlaw in the gut, and immediately spikes him with a DDT! Crash rolls over on Blade’s motionless body as the referee begins the count!

Alan Ducard: The DDT from Crash and he has the legs hooked!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Jimmy Yates: Blade kicks out and Crash is livid! That was his opening and as good of a chance as he’s had to not only target Blade’s head but to surprise him, and The Outlaw still kicked out!

Bryan Harris: Come on Crash, hit him again. He can’t hold out forever.

Crash angrily pulls Blade to his feet, hooking the head, and delivers another skull crushing DDT, but this time instead of going for a pin, he pulls The Outlaw up and into a standing head scissors.

Alan Ducard: Crash drags Blade to his feet and into the headscissors, and now he grabs Blade and there’s a pulling piledriver! Crash just used Blade’s own weight to help drive him into the canvas and Crash goes for the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE-NO!

Jimmy Yates: HE KICKED OUT!

Bryan Harris: Someone needs to check that official. There’s no way Blade kicked out of that!

Crash slams the canvas angrily and he sneers at Klinton Porter who defiantly motions “two” at Crash. The fans, inspired by Blade’s staving off defeat, renew and double their cheers for The Outlaw. Crash grabs Blade and sends him off with the Irish whip, and he catches Blade on the rebound, looking for his trademark overhead belly-to-belly suplex, but The Outlaw drives both fists immediately into Crash’s neck, surprising him, and he releases Blade!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw counters the suplex! Crash turning around and Blade with the hook and he drives Crash into the canvas with the side slam (Rock Bottom)! Blade rolls over on Crash and hooks the legs!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Crash gets the shoulder up, and Blade is staggering back up to his feet!

Jimmy Yates: He almost caught Crash there with that huge move, and the fans are still on their feet for The Outlaw as he tries once again to comeback!

Bryan Harris: Blade’s running on empty Jimbo, and each failed pin he comes closer and closer to the end.

The Outlaw motions for Crash to get up, and as Crash gets to his feet, Blade steps in behind him and hooks him and spins out, driving him into the canvas near the turnbuckles with an Angle Slam like drop. Blade gets to his feet, and begins crossing the ring.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw drove Crash into the canvas where he wanted him, and now he’s sizing him up for The Killshot!

Jimmy Yates: Listen to the fans Alan, they want to see it. They want to see The Outlaw break Crash in two.

The Outlaw crouches and sizes up Crash, waiting for him to stagger to his feet. Blade shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs for the charge, and finally he explodes towards Crash. Normally, this move would seal the fate of the recipient, but it’s obvious to everyone in the building, that there’s something lacking, and Blade’s speed isn’t what it should be. He’s slow – too slow, and the fans shriek as Crash dives out of the way and Blade goes headlong between the turnbuckles, head and neck colliding with the ring post.

Alan Ducard: He missed! The Killshot misses and Blade’s body has totally given out, and here comes Crash.

Jimmy Yates: There’s nothing left. The fans know it, and even Crash knows it.

Bryan Harris: He’s moving in for the kill.

Alan Ducard: Crash pulls Blade up out of the corner and … AERO ZEPPLIN DRIVER! Crash introduces Blade’s skull to the canvas and Klinton Porter makes the count …

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Alan Ducard: Crash is victorious here tonight, picking up a HUGE win for himself and The Diabolik.

Bryan Harris: And he did it all by himself – there was no Diabolik out here tonight. Crash is the better man.

Jimmy Yates: No, but there was The Diabolik last week, and Blade was obviously not at 100%.

Bryan Harris: Then he shouldn’t have taken the match. He knew the risks. He knew what he was getting into here tonight. He gambled. He lost, and now Crash is the one with is arm raised, and The Diabolik is one step closer to regaining control of LEGACY.

With those parting words, Crash raises a second arm over his head as he stands victorious over a the fallen Outlaw beaten at his feet, and that is the final scene as The LEGACY logo appears across the scene, and then black.