An empty arena. Flash... the Arena is filled with seated, placid fans, who stare stoicly as the opening drum beat and violin opening of the Flobots "Rise" begins we flash to a ring.

"So much pain .... we
Dont know how to be but angry"

Flash of various bodies in various positions inside a Legacy ring. Crumpled. Bloodied. Exhausted. In pain.

"Feel infected like we've got gangrene
Please dont let anybody try to change me"

The Diabolik standing in a "V" with Crash at the head. Flash to a shot of X-Calibur standing, holding the Legacy World Championship.

"Me
Just me"

Justin Moreno running full speed towards the ring. Crazy Boy hangs out backstage talking with Greyson Blade.

"In the middle of a sea full of faces
Full of faces"

Flash bulbs go off in the ring as we spin to show the crowd standing, roaring their approval.

"Some laugh"

A shot of Loco Martinez smiling huge

"some salivate"

A close up of Issac with Greyson Blade's blood dripping down his chin.

"Whats in your alleyway
Recycling bins or bullet cases"

Domination battling El Chupacabra in the parking garage.

"Its not equal
Its not fair"

The Entourage shows up at Destined for Greatness, destroying Justin Moreno.

"Were different people
But were not scared"

Flash from John Thomas to Mirage to Adam Davis.

"We aint never scared
To pave a new path"

Damien Black, Chris Turner and Laura talk strategy. Domination carrying their tag titles to the ring.

"Make a new street
Build a new bridge"

Mirage speaking with Lucien Gray.

"Say can you see by the dawns early light
Free slaves running"

Loco Martinez steps out into a gold spotlight.

"Songs words werent right
Now a new days coming"

X-Calibur nails Crash with the X-Terminator. Him hoisting the World title for the masses to see.

"The few stay stunning"

Hannah Perez looking gorgeous with El Chupacabra flanking them.

"while the many are handsome"

Derek Shane runs his hands through his hair with a smug look on his face.

"Your soul is alive but they want it for ransom"

Jake Dominion revealing a Diabolik t-shirt under his referee's shirt.

"The base drumming is the anthem
We step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons"

We see a group of kids in the audience, jumping to their feet, excited to see some Legacy action.

"And"

We see most of the Legacy Roster standing in the ring.

"Rise together"

Adam Davis leaping off the top rope and grabbing hold of the "Ultimate X" rope. Jump ahead to him falling to the mat clutching the Tao of Valor championship.

"We... rise together"

The placid crowd from the opening jumps to their feet roaring.

"Rise together"

Greg Allocca and Justin Moreno jump to the top rope, pause a moment before launching themselves.

"We rise together"

The crowd again jumps to their feet.

"Rise together
We rise together"

Ben Murdock climbing the ladder, reaching for the Tag Titles.

"Rise together
We rise together"

Stephen Rawlings leaps up onto an opponent's shoulders. Nails a hurricanrana

"Rise together
We rise together"

Eli Storm hoists Crazy Boy up and nails a violent powerbomb onto the entrance ramp at Destined for Greatness, and then that morphs into Crazy Boy hitting Eli Storm with the Crazy Slam onto a ladder from the same match.

"Rise together"

Issac nailing Greyson with the "Spinal Doom". Holding the No Limits championship.

"We rise together"

Finally one more shot of X-Calibur hoisting his newly won World Championship skyward.

Tonight's Lineup

The show opens on a shot of Alan Ducard, Bryan Harris and Jimmy Yates sitting behind a table in their broadcast studio. Behind them are the typical flatscreen plasma televisions, each of the three with the LEGACY logo on it, but draped in strategic spots to the sides of each of those three monitors are burgundy colored curtains, drawn together with goldeny-yellow ropes.

Alan Ducard: Good evening everyone and welcome to Winnipeg, Manitoba! I'm your host for the evening, Alan Ducard, alongside my fellow co-hosts Jimmy Yates and Bryan Harris.

Jimmy Yates: Tonight is the last tour stop prior to the LEGACY X pay per view event, and tonight's show should go a long way towards determining who will square off against whom at the big event in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Bryan Harris: We already know that X-Calibur is going to attempt to defend the belt against Loco Martinez at LEGACY X, and tonight we will find out who gets a shot at Domination and their World Tag Team Championships.

Alan Ducard: Let's not forget that at STRIFE 43 it was announced that Issac Entragian would be stepping into the ring with Damien Black with the No Limits Championship on the line, and I have a feeling that before the night is over we will also know who is going to be squaring off for the Tao of Valor Championship.

Jimmy Yates: I've heard the rumor that there are a few new people backstage here tonight, so I'm certainly looking forward to finding out who those individuals are.

Bryan Harris: The World Tag Team Champions are in action here tonight in non-title action, as is the No Limits Champion AND the World Champion...

Alan Ducard: That's not even mentioning the fact that Adam Davis is set to defend the Tao of Valor Title against John Thomas... the night is packed with action, so let's not hold things up any longer.

Seeing Green

As the fans in attendance throw their inhibitions out the window and go crazy for being at a live wrestling event, the lights are suddenly doused. The smokey effervescence that lingered in the atmosphere long after the opening pyrotechnics went off seemed to suddenly dissipate, if only temporarily, through the glow of cell phones and wrist watches.

Bryan Harris: And here we go... again. Lights off. Ooohohohoho... soooo dramatic.

Jimmy Yates: You’re probably right. But you know what? These people seem to love it.

Alan Ducard: For every King there lies an undying love for theatricality, Bryan. Remember that.

The song progresses further and further into the meat of the lyrics, but the fans grow impatient with X-Calibur’s absence. Soon, as James Hetfield’s chorus of “Harvester of Sorrow...... language of the mad...” takes center stage, the lights come back on... and the music fades out completely.

Alan Ducard: Blimey... what’s that all about?

Jimmy Yates: Not sure. I wonder if the production truck is malfunctioning or something.

Bryan Harris: Or maybe X-Calibur is scared?

Jimmy Yates: Of what? You? Or that ridiculous prospector costume..

Bryan Harris: Hey, I’m not wearing a c-

Jimmy Yates: [audible laughing]

Bryan Harris: Oh real funny.

After booing the fact that once the lights came back on and the music faded there was no X-Calibur standing in the ring, the fans began booing. But after another couple of moments, the fans start chanting “X-Cal! X-Cal!” for their LEGACY World Champion.

Bryan Harris: Seriously. What’s the hold up? Is he on the can or somethi-

Jimmy Yates: What the hell is that at the entrance way? Did you notice that before? Is that... a brick wall?!

Once again, the lights go out. But seconds later, the theme from the 1970's television series “The Incredible Hulk” begins blasting through the arena and a green EXPLOSION of fireworks enthralls the masses with ooh’s and ahh’s With perfect timing, a man BURSTS through a “brick wall” set up just in front of the entrance to the back. Like some kind of science lab abomination, a crazed, barefoot man painted from head to toe in bright green, wearing skin tight ripped jean shorts and long hair that has been dyed a dark green, roars like a maniac to the crowd... with the LEGACY World Championship firmly in the grasp of his green hand.

Bryan Harris: ...

Jimmy Yates: ...

Alan Ducard: ...

The capacity crowd goes INSANE for The Incredible X. Throwing his arms up wildly, X-Calibur rampages up to the ring, yelling in an incoherent rage at no one particular.

With half the crowd rolling in hysterics and the other half shaking their heads in utter disbelief over the World Champion’s costume, the catchy, yet inspirationally awful, television theme gradually fades out. X-Calibur, completely engulfed with his “character”, throws the title belt up into the ring. But instead of following it and rolling in, he starts heading for the announce table.

Bryan Harris: ...

X slams his fists in an axe handle across the announce table, knocking over styrofoam cups and bottles of water, spilling its contents across the broadcast booth. Slapping Bryan Harris across the head, he knocks the head-set down off of him. Picking it up, “Hulk” looks at it for a moment. Making a few grunts, X puts the head-set on.

The INCREDIBLE X: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!! X SMASH!!!!!!!!!!! X ANGRYYYYYYY!!!!!!! X WANT TITLE!!!!!!! WHERE IS TITLE?!?!?

Grabbing Bryan by his shirt collar, he starts yelling and screaming like a big scary monster. Letting Bryan go, X-Calibur slides into the ring; the paint leaving behind “tire marks” from his legs and chest.

Bryan Harris: That man needs to be COMMITTED!!!

Jimmy Yates: I’ll say this much... X-Calibur certainly is COMMITTED to his Halloween costume!

Alan Ducard: This is bloody marvelous!

Running around the ring like a lunatic, X-Calibur stops and looks at his belt that landed in a heap in the center of the ring. All of a sudden, X-Calibur calms down, almost like the mere sight of his belt was enough to calm the beast within.

Looking over at Josephina Colbert, X... err, “Hulk” motions for her to bring him a microphone.

Bryan Harris: God help us all.

Soon enough, Josephina brings the LEGACY World Champion a microphone. Ripping it out of her hand, causing her to shriek a little, X-CaliHulk breathes heavy for a few moments before unleashing his wrath on the microphone.

The INCREDIBLE X: ME WANT LOCO!!!!!! NO WANT WAIT FOR PAY-PER-VIEW!!!!! ME WANT FIGHT BEST WRESTLER IN LEGACY!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!! NOW!!!!! X SMASH LOCO!!!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!

Bryan Harris: That may have been the best promo X has ever done.

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

Bryan Harris: Seriously, he's never gotten his point across better, and more eloquent than that.

X-Calibur takes the LEGACY World Championship and once again throws it up into the air. But before it can even land in his arms...

"On Another Day C'mon C'mon"

More Green! Green spotlights begin flashing as a man dressed from head (no eye, nose, mouth holes) to toe in bright green spandex dances his way to the ring. He does various ninja styled dance moves, twirls. The crowd laughs as he makes his way down the ramp, and even X-Calibur looks amused as the man slaps some high fives and dances his way face to face with X-Calibur. As the music fades the man pulls the green spandex mask off revealing Loco Martinez. The crowd roars as Loco gestures for a mic. A production assistant runs by and hands him one.

Alan Ducard: ....

Bryan Harris: ....

Jimmy Yates: .....

Alan Ducard: Someone is telling me to tie FX's "Its always Sunny In Philadelphia" - interestingly enough both combatant's home towns -

Jimmy Yates: Loco. IS. "Green Man"!

Loco Martinez: X. I just wanted to say, I gave the boys from Anarchy the night off.

X-HULKibur narrows his eyes.

Loco Martinez: What can I say? They love halloween and want to trick or treat backstage. But I have a replacement. Someone who has a vested interest in the safety of this belt. A man who is willing to put his life on the line and defend the safety of this title, like Kevin Costner in that bodyguard movie... what the hell was that called again?

Loco thinks as X stomps up and down for a moment like John Tenta trying to digest a reuben.

X-Calibur: WHO MIND YOU HAVE!!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! X SMASH!!!!!! X SMASH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wiping some spit off of his face, Loco points to himself.

Loco Martinez: Listen Bruce Bann-eX ... I have an investment in THAT. If you have intentions of letting that stay out HERE this week? Well... I will make DAMN sure no one... and Green Man means... NOOOOOOO one, touches the Legacy World Title.

X-Calibur thinks this over for a second, and just when it looked like he was about to scream into the microphone, he drops the facade.

X-Calibur: That sounds great and all... but... I really don’t have a reason to keep this belt out here for this show, now do I? I mean... it’s official. X-Calibur defends the LEGACY World Championship at LEGACY X...

The fans roar with their approval at this.

X-Calibur: So you know what THAT means, Loc? That means... the books are closed. All bets are off. The sh**’s about to hit the fan. Best of all, MY challenge for a challenger to bring me a challenge has finally gone answered. And now, LEGACY is privy to a great becoming. The two greatest professional wr-

Loco Martinez: You’re right about that. They’re “privy” to ME becoming champion once again.

X smirks.

X-Calibur: Yeah? You really think you can beat me, Loco?

Loco Martinez thinks this over for a few moments. Scratching at his jaw line over-dramatically.

Loco Martinez: As a "legend" might be inclined to say... "Bullsh**". I don't "think", nothing. I KNOW I can beat you. And at *sarcastic air quotes* Legacy X - I'm gonna PROVE it.

X puts a hand on top of the microphone and mouths “that’s cute” over Loco’s air quotes and sarcastic mentioning of LEGACY X.

X-Calibur: Well... see, hehe... I’m probably not the FIRST one to tell you this, buuuuuut... truth is? You don’t "know" SH**. Do not forget your place in the grand scheme of things here in LEGACY, pal. Because you and I BOTH know there’s ONE reason why you were parading around here with your little trophy case as World Champion for so long, and one reason only...

Pausing, X looks down at his title and smiles. Looking back up, X drops the smile and gives a stony glare to Loco, inches away from his face.

X-Calibur: Because I.... have ALLOWED it. And one way or another, at LEGACY X... I’M... going to prove THAT.

X drops his microphone.

The fans sit on the edge of their seats. X-Calibur Versus Loco Martinez almost happening right before their eyes.

Loco mouths “We’ll see, champ. We’ll see.”.

X simply nods and “Harvester of Sorrow” sparks up again. Neither of them move a muscle. And just like that, the intensity fades to the backstage area.

Alan Ducard: When I spotted this match on the booking sheet, I made a point to speak to the front office about their reasoning, since none of these three seemingly has any tension with each other.

Bryan Harris: Unless you count the turkey sandwich incident between Crazy Boy and Tim Jones from our last show.

Jimmy Yates I don’t think that’s the type of thing that would stir up enough hatred for two guys to square off in a No Limits match.

Alan Ducard: Certainly most would agree with that, and that’s why I wouldn’t expect to see many weapons implored in this contest, especially not early on.

Bryan Harris Sounds like it should be a great match… not. Talking about it? Headache inducing. Let’s get to the footage already.

Bryan Harris: Great takedown by Ron Bailey, using some of those MMA skills to his advantage.

Jimmy Yates: That belly-to-belly? I’d call it a regular wrestling move, not necessarily just an MMA move.

Bryan Harris: Whatever, it’s more technical than Tim Jones or Crazy Boy are going to do.

Returning to his feet, Ron Bailey spins around to find Crazy Boy coming at him, and then quickly shoots in to try to take him by the legs. Crazy Boy deftly dodges to the side and then drives forward, connecting with a elbow shot to the back of Ron’s head, sending him to the mat. Spotting that Tim Jones is getting up, CB turns and dives in with a clothesline, putting him back down onto the mat.

Alan Ducard: After a couple quick moves, Crazy Boy is the only one standing, but Ron Bailey is getting up.

Noticing Ron is about to be back in a fighting stance, Crazy Boy quickly moves in on him, but Bailey spins around and throws his leg up into the air, connecting with a roundhouse kick to the back of Crazy Boy’s head. Instead of falling, Crazy Boy stumbles forwards and hits the ropes, spinning around in the process and throwing a forearm shot out there which completely misses his intended opponent. Ron drives his knee into Crazy’s rib, then takes him by the wrist.

Jimmy Yates: Here he goes, Ron Bailey with an irish whip into the corner. He follows it in… jumping knee to the head! This is his combo… Georgia Bulldog Takedown out of the corner!

Bryan Harris: Does this guy have ANY loyalty at all?! First he’s a Georgia Bulldog fan, then it’s the Florida Gators… Pick a side already!

Alan Ducard: They do play this upcoming Saturday, so it would be pertinent to choose sooner than later.

Hopping up off the mat, Ron moves in behind Tim Jones and locks him into a rear naked choke, and immediately the fans get excited. Flailing around, Tim does whatever he can to try to break up the hold, but Ron’s got it locked in tight. Jones backs Ron into the corner, shoving him against the turnbuckle, but still Ron won’t let go.

Bryan Harris: Tim Jones seems to have forgotten that this is a No Limits match, so that rope break opportunity isn’t going to help him here…

Alan Ducard: Tim Jones is just getting used to being a part of this division, and I’m guessing he won’t make that mistake again!

Jimmy Yates: Twisting around for all he’s worth, Tim tries to find another way out of the hold, and inadvertently it looks like he has!

Having turned Ron’s back to the middle of the ring, Tim Jones set his opponent directly in Crazy Boy’s path, and the previously unengaged competitor drills Ron with a double-axe smash that forces him to relinquish the hold. Just as Tim Jones stumbles into the corner, Crazy Boy drills Ron in the back again, this time with a single forearm connecting. Bailey turns around to face his attacker, but he’s met with a boot to the midsection from Crazy Boy. As he doubles over, Ron is lifted up off the mat, up onto Crazy Boy’s shoulders into the fireman’s carry position, and the fans start going wild.

Alan Ducard: Sounds as though they know what’s coming!

Crowd: CRAZY AIRLINES!!

At the signal, Crazy Boy begins pivoting around as quickly as he can with the Airplane Spin, and the crowd is loving it. After having spun around eight times, Crazy Boy hears the second signal.

Crowd: Destination: SAMOAAAAAA!!!

With the second signal, Crazy Boy throws himself backwards, crashing down to the mat. Flipping himself over onto his stomach, Crazy Boy tries to get to his feet for the cheering ovation from the fans, but he stumbled in the process. Shaking a cobweb free, Crazy Boy turns around and gets drilled with a spinning mule kick to the gut by Tim Jones.

Jimmy Yates: That’ll tame things down in a hurry…

Bryan Harris: I didn’t realize Crazy Airlines flew to Manitoba anyway!

Taking a quick step forward, Tim Jones grabs Crazy Boy by the head and immediately takes him down to the mat with a DDT. Getting back to his knees, Tim Jones sees that neither of his opponents are ready to be pinned just yet, so he gets back down onto the mat and rolls to his side, exiting the ring. Reaching underneath the ring, Tim Jones comes back up from the apron with a steel chair in hand. Sliding it into the ring, Tim gets up onto the apron and rolls back in.

Alan Ducard: This could be some serious trouble for Ron Bailey and Crazy Boy.

Bryan Harris: If he didn’t have the idea of what to do in a No Limits match before, Tim Jones surely does now!

As Crazy Boy works his way up off the mat, Tim Jones lifts the chair and slams it down into his back, causing him to flop back down again. The world no longer spinning for him, Ron Bailey turns onto his stomach and uses the ropes to him himself get back to his feet. Spotting his other opponent trying to get back into the match, Tim Jones takes the chair and throws it at Ron, hitting him in the shoulder.

Jimmy Yates: Ron dropped to a knee, but he’s not going to be staying down!

Bryan Harris: He better do something quick if he doesn’t want a second shot from that chair, ‘cause Tim Jones is comin’ to get it!

Before Tim Jones can reach down to pick up the chair, Ron Bailey swings his leg around and kicks it out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Turning his full attention on his opponent, Tim Jones sends a kick into Bailey’s ribs, but that just motivates Ron to absorb the pain and fight to get to his feet. Jones goes for a roundhouse right, but Bailey throws a block and drills one of his own. Ducking down, Ron lifts Tim Jones up onto his shoulders, and the fans go crazy.

Alan Ducard: He’s going for The Sure Thing! This could be it!!

Jimmy Yates: Tim is struggling, Ron can’t seem to get him into position, and here comes Crazy Boy!!

Diving in from behind, Crazy Boy takes Ron Bailey down to the mat with a chop block. Amidst the impact, Tim Jones falls off of Ron’s shoulders and lands awkwardly on his shoulders. Crazy Boy spots the awkward position Jones is in and rolls to his side, hooking the legs as referee Klinton Porter makes the count.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Damien Black: Father. Forgive them. For they know not what demon they've awakened.

Damien pauses before he continues.

Damien Black: You see, we all have our purposes in life. In wrestling, my lone purposes in life have been to maim and mutilate those foolish enough to cross paths with "The Savior Of Sadism". I came here with the sole purpose of being the very standard-bearer of the No Limits division. The guy that makes people piss their pants with fear with his level of brutality and violence. Out of fear, this company put me in exile from that division for nearly an entire year. But when the ban was rescinded against Greyson Blade, while I lost the match, it rekindled the burning embers in my very soul that thrive upon the suffering of others.

Damien pauses again before continuing.

Damien Black: Upon seeing my desire renewed after that match, I have been lobbying to return to the very stomping grounds where I belong. After much persistence, upon learning of my upcoming encounter with one of the very few in the business that can legitimately hold a candle to my level of sadism in Issac Entragian, all there is to say is that I'm ecstatic to be back where I belong and have waited for this for nearly a year. So with that, Issac... may God have mercy on your-

Turner storms into the locker room and begins to pace. He is in the same frantic mood he was in when seen earlier in the show

Chris Turner: I don't understand. I don't *BLEEEP*ING understand. Who the hell was it? It wasn't Laura.... it wasnt Landon, it wasn't Cartwright.... it wasn't boss man Belote... GAHHH!!!!!

He screams on the top of his lungs and punches a locker, denting it.

Chris Turner: DAMN IT!

He grabs his hand in pain. Black looks up at Turner and lets out a small laugh. Turner snaps his head back at Black.

Chris Turner: WHAT'S SO FUNNY MASK MAN???? HUH? You see you're self in the reflection of the camera lense? HUH? NO! I didn't think so! YOU KNOW WHO GOT YOU THE MATCH!

His tone changes and he charges at Black. He pulls him up and slams him into the wall. He then pins Black up against the wall as Black just stands there silently staring at Turner through his mask.

Chris Turner: WHO THE HELL WAS IT?????

Black continues to stare.

Chris Turner: THIS IS NO TIME TO PLAY SILENT!!!!! TALK DAMN YOU! I DEMAND YOU TO SPEAK!!!!

Still nothing. Chris lets out another scream of frustration.

CHRIS TURNER: TALK DAMN IT! STOP BEING SUCH A *BLEEEP*ING RETARD!

Suddenly a voice comes from behind the camera.

VOICE: Why, I believe I can be of some assistance to your inquiry as to why you are in this little quandry, young Christopher...

Chris recognizes the voice and turns around. It is now clear that it is Reverend Ezekiel Caine standing there.

Chris Turner: YOU? YOU SON OF A B*TCH, MOTHER *BLEEEP*ER. PIECE OF SH*T!!!!!!

He lets go of Damien and stares at him.

Chris Turner: What the hell are you doing here?

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Why Christopher, I thought you were never going to inquire as to what prompted my presence here. You see, the whole time-frame you thought you had me exiled, I have been collaborating with Damien to have his banishment from the No Limits scene rescinded, and with much gratitude to the requests of our current No Limits champion playing quite the benefactor in this process, young Robert Belote had no choice but to relent and allow Damien to return back to his stomping grounds.

Turner is speechless.... He tries to utter a sound but can't. His left eye begins to blink uncontrollably... He then turns to Black, who still stares back emotionless...

Chris Turner: You.... You betrayed me!

Turner turns back to Caine.

Chris Turner: IT"S ALL YOUR FAULT! I'M GONNA *BLEEEP*ING KILL YOU!!!!!!

He grabs the Reverend by the throat and lifts him into the air. He then slams him into the wall.

Chris Turner: This is is the final goodbye you annoying, sniveling, slimey, pathetic little excuse for a magot piece of sh*t! I've been waiting for this for a long time!

He begins to squeeze tighter and the Reverend begins to turn red, but talks through the choke.

Reverend Ezekiel Caine: Eh.... Might I.... strongly advise you to rel.... rel... relinquish...your grasp upon me.... or there may be some dire conse...quences...

Chris Turner: If you're referring to Damien... Damien knows better. This is between you and me... Not between me and him!

Just then Damien taps Turner on the shoulder. Turner looks back and catches Damien right behind him, within an inch, and staring into his soul.

Chris Turner: BLACK... STAY OUT OF IT!

Black now grabs onto Turner's shoulder. Turner sighs and drops the Reverend who immediately graps for air and grabs hold of his now bruised throat.

Chris Turner: FINE!!!!! I SEE!!!!

He pushes himself past Black and walks towards the door.

Chris Turner: You never cared about winning the tag titles. OR beating the sh*t out of those guys... THIS... This has always been your plan... Well now...

He stops and turns back to Black.

Chris Turner: I'm not going to kill you! I've already had the chance to to do that.... I am going to make sure you never... EVER win the NO LIMITS title! EVER! GOODBYE... FRIEND! Good luck at the mother *BLEEP*ING Pay Per View.

He storms out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him, leaving Black staring at the closed door in silence.
4. Greyson Blade

Intern Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time in none other than The Outlaw Greyson Blade. Two shows ago you were brutally attacked by The Diabolik, and last show your match with Crash was incredibly hard-hitting, on the heels of that attack. I have to ask you, what are you doing here tonight? Why aren’t you at home healing?

The Outlaw: Well, Avery, since I wasn’t booked for a match tonight, it seems I will have plenty of time to heal between now and the impending LEGACY pay-per-view event. Yes, I will have PLENTY of time to recuperate and get myself back to one hundred percent for my match at LEGACY X.

Intern Avery: And that match would be …

The Outlaw: Let’s just say that I’m not finished with Crash, and that’s why I’m here tonight. I came here to see the show, to drink a few Canadian brews, and talk to the front office. I still have a few more beers to down, but I had my talk with men who make the matches happen, and they’ve agreed that yours truly deserves another chance to give Crash the beating he has coming to him.

Intern Avery: And what kind of match is this going to be?

The Outlaw: You mean stipulations? I don’t need stipulations to kick Crash’s ass. I don’t need stipulations to beat the living hell out of him, and leave him in a pool of his own blood like he left me the SuperCard, and I certainly I don’t need stipulations to beat Crash one, two, three in the middle of that ring. It’s going to just be me versus Crash one on one, and if you thought our last match was hard-hitting you haven’t seen anything yet.

The last time Crash and I fought? I gambled, and I rolled the dice, and I lost. I made the choice to step into the ring when I wasn’t physically at my best, and Crash took advantage of it to his credit. It was close though Avery. I was one move away from taking Crash out -one Killshot away from ending it. So if I could hang with Crash after all of the attacks, after the beating he gave me in that match, what do you think is going to happen when I step into the ring with him, but this time I’m one hundred percent?

The Outlaw turns to Avery who looks up at the taller man.

Intern Avery: Case Closed?

The Outlaw glares at him for a moment for stealing his line, and then a smile forms across his lips as the fans give a cheer for Avery.

The Outlaw: You’re damn right.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think there is any reason why the opening match shouldn’t have been a solid contest, and our next contest has enough ingredients to be a fun watch as well.

Jimmy Yates: At STRIFE 43 Jimmy Smith put the moves on Laura Seton, and not only did she not take the bait, she decided that she’d rather compete AGAINST him than to party WITH him.

Bryan Harris: Worst mistake she’s made in a LONG time. She’s picking Chris Turner instead of Jimmy Smith?

Alan Ducard: It’s none of my business or anyone else’s, but from what we’ve heard, Laura Seton might be a tad inexperienced in the relationship department. Furthermore, it also seems like Laura and Chris have a bit of history together, and Laura’s feelings probably haven’t gone away.

Jimmy Yates: Well Laura’s got a huge chip on her shoulder from all the comments she’s been hearing about how she’s not a real competitor and how she should wait for LEGACY to get a Women’s division, so she’s going to want to do well in this match… so let’s see how she did.

Alan Ducard: Big Jimmy certainly taking a lackadaisical approach to this match, isn't he chaps?

Bryan Harris: Big Al with the ten-dollar word there! Maybe he's auditioning her for his next role.

Jimmy Yates: Wouldn't surprise me a bit.

He offers to tie up with her again and she reluctantly accepts, only to fall victim to a full nelson hold as she quickly jerks away from him.

Alan Ducard: She certain wasn't fond of that maneuver, was she?

Bryan Harris: I think she kind of liked- OUCH!

Jimmy Yates: I think that slap to Big Jimmy's face tells a different story.

Big Jimmy looks like he's enjoying all this until Laura grabs him in a bit of a groin claw. Jimmy enjoys the move at first but is soon on his knees begging for mercy from Laura. She, however, gives him a stiff kick right in the mouth, busting him open.

Alan Ducard: Well, that's one way to take down someone.

Bryan Harris: Do you think that may have been the first time she's ever touched male genitalia?

Jimmy Yates: She doesn't look to be happy she resorted to that either as she's yelling for Big Jimmy to get to his feet here.

Big Jimmy recuperates from the groin claw and charges toward Laura with a clothesline, but all in one swift motion, Laura does a matrix maneuver to avoid the clothesline and does a hand-stand, catching Big
Jimmy with a beautiful headscissors takedown.

Alan Ducard: My goodness, what a beautiful display of athleticism there by Laura Seton.

Bryan Harris: She may be just a girl, but I gotta give her credit for that move!

Jimmy Yates: To our female viewers at home, I want to reassure you anything that Bryan Harris says does not condone with the views of management or those in production....

Bryan Harris: Cram it, Jimbo!

Big Jimmy then charges after Laura and gets caught with an armdrag takedown. He then gets up and gets another one for good measure. As he pulls himself up, Laura springboards off the ropes for a beautiful
somersault front dropkick.

Alan Ducard: By George, I'm very impressed with what I'm seeing here!

Bryan Harris: I'd give her about a nine and a half on execution.

Jimmy Yates: She's got the adult film star reeling at the moment.

Moving in, Laura grabs Jimmy by the head and takes him down with a faceslam bulldog. The commotion amongst the crowd grows, and the camera turns to the entrance stage where we see Frank Garvin emerge from the curtain, walking down the ramp with a roll of duct tape in his hand.

Bryan Harris: Uh-oh…

Alan Ducard: You can say that again, and now Laura Seton has noticed the same thing as everyone else, and the action seems to be at a stop in the ring.

Not content to remain outside the ring, Frank Garvin steps right up onto the apron and then steps over the top rope, getting into the ring. He’s first met by referee Jacob Fudrucker, urging him to exit the ring. Then Jimmy Smith gets to his feet and finds himself toe to toe with Garvin.

Jimmy Yates: They might call him Big Jimmy, but he’s not nearly as big as Big Frank!

Turning his eyes back on Laura, Frank Garvin begins to ignore Jimmy and he takes a step forward, sort of pushing Jimmy aside. Just then the crowd goes wild and the camera again turns to the entryway where we now see Chris Turner coming down the ramp, his eyes wide, his hands balled up into fists.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Chris Turner isn’t going to let this go any further!

Jimmy Yates: Wait a minute, here comes Benny Jackson!!

Bryan Harris: What in the world is he doing out here?!

Halfway down the ramp, Benny Boy runs right past Chris Turner and dives into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Getting to his feet as quickly as he can, Ben steps in front of Frank Garvin, putting himself between Frank and Laura. Before anything else can happen, Chris Turner gets into the ring and charges at Garvin, knocking him sideways, causing him to stumble and nearly fall to the mat.

LEGACY officials start pouring out from the back, with Smith Cartwright amongst them, microphone in hand. Jimmy Smith and Ben Jackson hold order as much as they can inside the ring, and then burgundy polo shirted individuals get involved, forcing Chris Turner to exit the ring, Laura Seton following him.

Smith Cartwright: That’s it! This isn’t a No Limits match, interference is completely illegal, and yes, because Laura Seton is a woman, we can’t afford to have her blindsidedly attacked in that ring, especially by you, Frank!

Garvin’s eyes are unflinchingly staring over the top rope, watching Laura Seton as Smith Cartwright continues.

Smith Cartwright: Not long ago, Garvin, you caused quite a stir with something you did outside the ring, something that lead police to show up and interview several members of the front office, and so we’ve been keeping our eyes on you. We’ve heard your comments about Laura, and we were afraid that something like this would happen, and when it did, we wanted to make sure that we were able to prevent something terrible from happening!

Before Smith can continue, Chris Turner grabs a microphone from the time keeper’s table.

Chris Turner: ENOUGH!! No more, Smith! I have an easy fix for all this: LET ME HAVE A PIECE OF GARVIN!!

Chris takes a breath and continues.

Chris Turner: YOU gave Damien a No Limits Title shot, I’ve got nothing else going on at LEGACY X, let ME and HIM go crazy!!

The fans cheer at this, but then Laura takes the microphone from Turner, who looks shocked.

Laura: That’s all well and good that you want to fight him, but I’m the one he’s been obsessed over, I’m not defenseless, so Smith, let ME face Frank Garvin at LEGACY X!!

The excitement level stays high as Chris Turner steals the microphone BACK from Laura Seton.

Chris Turner: I understand you want to fight him, but I want to fight him too, and if I can’t fight him, then who the hell am I going to fight at LEGACY X?! LET’S BOTH FIGHT HIM!!

Smith waves his hand in the air and shakes his head.

Smith Cartwright: I can’t make this a handicap match, so we’re going to have to figure out something.

Getting over to the corner of the ring, Benny Jackson calls for a microphone, which is promptly tossed to him by Jacob Fudrucker, who is hanging out over near Josephina Colbert at the time keeper’s table.

Benny Jackson: Here’s a solution: have me tag up with Frank, make it a tag team match, and then both of them can have a chance to get into the ring with him. A tag team is what it’s going to take, and sadly enough for me, I’m the only one who could stand out on the apron in Frank’s corner without getting mauled by his own teammate… So yeah, fine, I’ll volunteer.

The crowd quiets down a bit out of shock, and Smith Cartwright responds.

Smith Cartwright: Fine, then, if that’s the way you want it to happen, I’ll have the paperwork drawn up tonight.

Outside the ring, Laura tries to convince Chris Turner to go with her to head to the backstage area, but he resists, wanting to stay and fight. She tugs on his arm, and he eventually follows her. The duo head around the ring amongst some of the LEGACY officials, and Jimmy Smith exits the ring as well, as there’s no longer a need for him to be in there. On his way up the ramp, Jimmy smiles and pats Turner on the shoulder. Something snaps, Turner grabs him by the arm, spins Big Jimmy around and LEVELS him with a short-arm clothesline, right down onto the steel ramp.

He is wearing a white baseball jersey with the word “Rays” emblazen on it. She is wearing a shiny black cocktail dress with a red apple in hand and wearing a wig. Underneath the costumes, it’s obviously John Thomas and Anastasia Ewing, which Ron Bailey spots right away.

Ron Bailey: Well look at you two. I hope you didn’t decide to place wagers alongside your costumes, or you’d be out some money.

John lets out a small laugh, and Helena looks confused and addresses John.

Helena Fitzgerald: I’m sorry, but is this supposed to be a Halloween costume?

Ron is suddenly more amused than before.

Ron Bailey: What, you don’t get it?

Unsure of how Ron could see something which is clearly not obvious to her, she looks even more confused as she turns her head towards Ron.

Helena Fitzgerald: Get what?!

Ron Bailey: They’re The Longorias.

John and Anastasia look pleased that Ron understands.

John Thomas: I’m EVAN Longoria, soon to be Rookie of the Year Third Baseman for the American League Champion Tampa Bay Rays…

Anastasia Ewing: …and I’m EVA Longoria, the Hottest Woman in the World as voted SEVERAL times by MULTIPLE publications AND the STAR of the hottest television show Desperate Housewives AND married to one of the NBA’s elite players TONY PARKER.

Helena rolls her eyes.

Helena Fitzgerald: I know who Eva Longoria is, and to be honest, I’ve not much patience for baseball so I will say that the fact that she has a brother completely escaped me.

Anastasia Ewing: Actually they’re not even related.

Helena Fitzgerald: Well then your “costumes” are just playing off a simple coincidence? How quaint. Now come, Ronald…

John and Anastasia shoot each other a look and both mouth the word “Ronald?”.

Helena Fitzgerald: …we have some things which need your attention now that your match is over.

John Thomas: Yeah, bud, tough break out there, especially with Crazy Boy getting the pinfall instead of you. Kinda sucks. I told you I wanted to show up and kick him around a little bit after what he did a couple weeks ago...

Ron shrugs, ignoring what Helena was saying.

Ron Bailey: It’s all good, I wanted to make a go of it by myself. Besides,I think I picked up on some things I need to work on going into my match against Eli Storm at LEGACY X. All in all, not a complete waste of time.

Helena rolls her eyes.

Helena Fitzgerald: Any time you get into the ring and don’t come away with a victory, it is a waste of time. Speaking of which…

Anastasia Ewing: I like your jerseys, by the way.

Ron Bailey: Thanks, thanks. Helena actually was the one who said we should skip the whole Halloween thing and just dress up in the hometown sports garb…

Helena Fitzgerald: …and the jersey of a hockey team which left town years ago was the best we could come up with. At least we found one with a halfway respected player’s name…

Ron turns around to show that his jersey is of Hall of Famer Dale Hawerchuk. Helena’s statement rubs the fans the wrong way, however, and they boo a little bit. Bailey just shrugs.

Ron Bailey: It’s all good. From what I hear, the people of Winnipeg haven’t forgotten their Jets. They still got a website up, they’re makin’ moves to try to get a team to show up… and this dude was one tough dude, ya know? So I’m proud to wear it.

Helena again rolls her eyes, then puts a hand on Ron’s arm and begins to walk off.

Ron Bailey: I’ll catch y’all later. Good luck against Davis!

As the duo continue to walk down the corridor, they’re suddenly face to face with Eli Storm, who is wearing quite the get-up. His hands are covered in MMA gloves. There’s some obvious makeup on his face which makes it look like he's got a black eye and some stitches. He’s wearing a pair of slightly torn black and red board-shorts with the University of Georgia logo on it. The black shirt he’s wearing has a parody logo which reads "Tapped Out", an obvious play on the famous MMA brand. One arm is in a fake sling, a deck of cards taped to his wrist. In the other hand he’s carrying an oversized piece of paper which says “odds sheet” in big letters.

Eli Storm: Nice costume.

After a wink, a huge smile forms on Eli’s face, and when he exposes his teeth, there’s only a few pearly whites on display, the rest blacked out somehow. Ron starts fuming, but Eli just walks off.

Kevin Oppenheimer immediatly remarks, "Some people never learn."

"Ya know, I was thinking the same thing, Poindexter," Mirage says with a smile.

Katsuro grabs his partner by the arm and says something inaudible, but Oppenheimer shrugs it off, approaching Mirage.

Oppenheimer: I'm sick and tired of your games, Mirage...we got an important match tonight, so forgive me, but I'm too damn busy for this right now.

Mirage smirks, responding, "Wait...hang on a second. My Poindexter thing was outta line, I didn't come here for that, I only said that in response to your remark about not learning. I can tip my cap when I'm beat, and I was beat. That was a fantastic move at Strife 43, by the way, Katsuro...you took advantage of a situation with split second decision making, and it worked."

Looking back at Katsuro, Oppenheimer shrugs and turns back toward Mirage.

Oppenheimer: So...what's the deal then? What do you want?

Mirage: It's not what I want, guys...it's what you want. No, scratch that, it's what you NEED. You wanna win that tag team contenders match tonight?! Well, I can make it happen. I've been around, ya know, and I know a thing or two about The Diabolik and El Cha-lupa that a lot of others may not know.

Correcting Mirage, Katsuro remarks, "El Chupacabra!"

Without hesitating, Mirage immediatly responds, "God bless you."

Oppenheimer: Ok, Mirage, juvenile jokes like that aside, why the hell would you wanna help us?

Nodding, as if understanding the skeptic in Oppenheimer, Mirage responds in a very calm manner.

Mirage: Well, honestly...I don't, but sometimes you gotta send a message.

Oppenheimer: Look, I'm not sure what ideas you got running through your head, but forget it.

Mirage slowly lifts his hand, pointing two fingers in Oppenheimers face as if holding a gun...

Mirage: Bang. You're dead.

A look washes over Oppenheimers face as if he knows whats about to happen as both members of the WWBB turn to see Lucien Grey standing directly behind them, breathing heavily -- but suprisingly, neither Mirage nor Grey do a thing -- and slowly, both back off of the WWBB.

Smirking, Mirage says, "Remember one thing. If I wanted to put you down just now, I could have. The only reason you'll fight that match tonight, uninjured, is because *I* decided you could. This ain't over, not by a longshot."

Bryan Harris: Later tonight we’ll find out who will get the shot at Logan’s Guns’ gold at LEGACY X, but I’ve been told that this match was set up for Joey Shepard and Conrad Kirk primarily as a form of punishment.

Jimmy Yates: As you probably saw at STRIFE 43, the team which calls itself H.g.H. celebrated a successful LEGACY debut with a post-match smoke. The front office had every intention of adequately punishing them.

Alan Ducard: Because they weren’t actually caught with the illegal cigarettes which many suspect they were smoking, the front office has decided not to fire them – a very serious action which could have legal recourse – but instead, they’re putting the relatively new team up against the top rated team in the LEGACY tag team division.

Bryan Harris: I have to say, it does seem like it might be unfair. Give these guys a little time in LEGACY to figure things out, then maybe they’d fare well against Domination, but tonight, it’s too early for them to be facing the likes of VENOM and RAGE.

Jimmy Yates: Conrad Kirk seems like a tough dude, and Joey Shepard might be a decent athlete, but right now Domination has been looking to get back into the ring and cut down on the time-off before LEGACY X, so they’ve got plenty of motivation to take out their restlessness against Cap’n Kirk and White Boy.

Alan Ducard: It’s time for the footage, folks, so let’s see how things turned out for all involved.

Jimmy Yates: That Conrad is like a freight train!

Turning around just in time to see Conrad lunging at him, he’s taken down, back flush to the canvas, by a jumping leg lariat. Immediately hooking a leg, the crowd gets behind the new blood in LEGACY as Leonard Nolan drops down for the count..

Alan Ducard: Excellent move by the young rookie! He may have it here..

One...

Two - just after two VENOM shoulders out somewhat easily.

Bryan Harris: No way is Steve O’Reily going to be pinned that easily.

Conrad lifts VENOM to his feet, but is met with a lifter that rocks him back. Instinctively, the more experienced VENOM dives forward with a shoulder to the gut, bringing Conrad back first into Domination’s corner. “RAGE” Ben Murdock slaps VENOM on the back, tagging himself in, and as he steps through the ropes he delivers a few stiff shots to a tied up Conrad. VENOM lets go and slips back to the apron, allowing a smooth transition for RAGE.

Alan Ducard: Excellent unity here by the tag team champions.

Jimmy Yates: Through out this match they’ve made frequent tags and made balanced, well-timed tandem maneuvers to the big man of Homies Gettin’ High.

Bryan Harris: Ah remember, Jimbo, F/X doesn’t want you saying that. Its HGH.

Jimmy Yates: Oh, right.

Conrad throws a few right hooks but RAGE is able to see them coming and counterpunch with a few left hooks. Grabbing Conrad by the arm, he throws him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Conrad on the rebound, RAGE lifts his arm like he’s going for a clothesline and Conrad instinctively goes for another upper body “break away”. RAGE fakes it though and as Conrad freight trains his way towards him, RAGE uses Conrad’s own momentum against him and sends him up into the air with a release belly to belly overhead suplex.

Alan Ducard: RAGE caught him with the fake!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and it paid off in spades. What a devastating belly to belly!

Bryan Harris: Conrad’s a dummy. Maybe if he wasn’t... you know... ehm...

Jimmy Yates: Careful, Bryan. Remember F/X.

Trying to buy his tag team partner some time to recover, as RAGE goes to bring Conrad up to his feet Joey “White Boy” Shepard hops from the outside apron to the top rope soars through the air with both feet extended.

WHAM!!

Joey connects right across RAGE’S back with the springboard missile dropkick, sending him tripping over Conrad and spilling between the middle and bottom ropes to the outside

Jimmy Yates: What a dropkick!!

Bryan Harris: That damn white boy!! He can hit you from ANYWHERE!!

VENOM doesn’t take kindly to Joey’s illegal maneuver and enters the ring. As soon as Joey gets up, VENOM hits the ropes. On the recoil he rockets forward, POUNCING his three-hundred pound frame into Joey. The force of the impact is so great that Joey is sent from the middle of the ring all the way into the ropes, eventually crumbling awkwardly down to the outside in an ugly heap.

Bryan Harris: HOLY. CRAP.

Alan Ducard: Goodness gracious... that’s one dead white boy!

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe what I just heard from you, Alan.

Joey’s down and seemingly out on the outside of his own corner. RAGE is slowly trying to get to his feet, shaking the cobwebs spun from the wicked dropkick. The crowd is split into two parts. A large portion is calling out with a “Dom-I-Nay-Shun” clapping chant. As it echos through out the arena, a smaller-yet-vocal portion of the crowd chants “Aitch-Gee-Aitch”.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like some of these Canadians have taken a liking to the new kids on the block.

Bryan Harris: Can’t say I’m surprised. It’s a well known fact that Canadians have HORRIBLE taste in music.

Alan Ducard: Leave Nickelback out of this!

Bryan Harris: Uh...?!

Jimmy Yates: I’m confused...

Alan Ducard: My heart urinates for Chad Kroeger.

Bryan Harris: This is a new low for commentary.

With VENOM going back to his corner, he starts slapping the top turnbuckle repeatedly, yelling at RAGE for some motivation. Conrad gets to his feet, and when he looks over at his corner for the tag, he sees Joey Shepard slowly pulling on the ring skirt, helping himself up. Realizing that Joey is in no shape to be tagged in just yet, Conrad looks back towards RAGE who is sliding into the ring.

Conrad guides RAGE to his feet, but is met with resistance as RAGE nails the “Cap’n” with an uppercut. Pulling him in closer by the back of his head, RAGE follows it up with a forearm bash to the jaw. Conrad on spaghetti legs, RAGE lifts the larger man up and over as if he’s going for a backbody drop, but before he flips him over, he grabs the backs of his legs and SNAPS downwards with a modified see-saw spinebuster. Hooking one of Conrad’s long legs, Murdock makes the cover as Nolan administers the count.

Jimmy Yates: What a display of strength by Ben Murdock!!

Alan Ducard: This could be it..

One!!

Two!!

Joey is there with a kick to the head!!

Bryan Harris: Do something about that damn that white boy, Nolan!!

Fired up and ready to fight, Joey scoffs at Nolan’s admonishment as he heads back to his corner. Once there, he stands on the middle rope with his hand completely outstretched. Conrad starts crawling over to his partner, but RAGE grabs Conrad’s legs and pulls him closer to Domination’s corner. Tagging VENOM in, RAGE holds Conrad’s legs up like he’s thinking of going for a wishbone or a sharpshooter. Venom climbs to the top rope, his three-hundred pound frame wobbly on the buckles. Then, jumping off he lands with both feet square in Conrad’s abdomen with a CRUSHING double foot stomp.

Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD!!!

Alan Ducard: CONRAD IS DEAD!!

Bryan Harris: That...was.... DISGUSTING...

Conrad cries out in agony, heaving and gagging as the oxygen leaves his lungs. VENOM drops down and hooks a leg but Joey, as relentless as ever, scales the ring apron and leaps to the top rope opposite Domination’s corner with great agility. Just as Nolan drops down for a count, Joey FLIES through the air with both feet extended again and connects square in VENOM’s jaw three-quarters the way across the ring with another missile dropkick.

“HOL-EE SH*T! HOL-EE SH*T! HOL-EE SH*T! ”

VENOM collapses back upon impact, and Joey rolls backwards, fleeing once again to his corner of the ring. Leonard Nolan teases ringing the bell for the disqualification, but a pleading RAGE convinces him to let the match continue.

Bryan Harris: Man, I am getting really sick of Joey doing stuff like that. He needs to learn that illegal moves like that are unacceptable here in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: Relax, Bryan. I’ve seen worse from El Chupacabra. Joey’s just trying to save his team from a loss, Bry.

Conrad once again starts crawling his way towards Joey, holding his ribs and squinting his eyes in utter agony.

Alan Ducard: Will he make it?!

Slowly, VENOM starts pushing himself up to his knees, holding the cleft of his sore jaw from the impact of Joey’s second missile dropkick of the match.

Bryan Harris: O’Reily looks like he might’ve been briefly KO’d there. Joey is dangerous with those precision-like flying dropkicks.

As a seething VENOM starts making for Conrad’s feet again, in a last ditch effort, Conrad gets to his feet and leaps at the extended hand of Joey and makes the tag

Alan Ducard: White Boy makes the tag!!

Joey springboards up and soars into VENOM with a seated senton...

... but VENOM catches him!!

Bryan Harris: Haha... my God. Domination’s display of strength is f’ing SCARY.

Looking for a powerbomb, VENOM spins a few times for a spiral bomb, but all of a sudden Joey flips backwards and brings VENOM head first down into the mat with a hurricanrana.

Alan Ducard: He countered the counter!!! Excellent move!! This crowd has become unglued for these men!!

RAGE sees the momentum slipping away and steps between the bottom and middle ropes, looking to enter the ring. However, the much smaller Joey Shepard hops to the second rope adjacent to Domination’s corner, twists, and with incredible athleticism SLAMS his shin right into the side of RAGE’s temple with a springboard 540 kick, sending the capacity crowd into a maddened frenzy.

Jimmy Yates: SICK!!

“White-Boy! White-Boy! White-Boy!”

Bryan Harris: Worst. Chant. EVER.

As soon as Joey is up, VENOM is up as well. Lunging at Joey with a lariat, Joey ducks and nails an inside leg kick. VENOM hobbles back a few feet, holding his leg muscles. Joey then delivers a standing basement dropkick to the same quadriceps area and VENOM goes down to one knee. Looking like he’s going for some cruiserweight move, Joey suddenly stops, cocks his head at VENOM... and pokes him in the eye

Alan Ducard: Well that was unnecessary..

With VENOM holding his face on one knee, Joey grabs VENOM for a DDT. Jumping upwards, he causes VENOM to instinctively go back on both feet... only to be dropped face first to the mat with a tornado DDT

Jimmy Yates: Poke in the eye... followed by a tornado DDT... that’s what Joey calls Project Green!!

Joey hooks a leg..

One

Two

VENOM lifts Joey off of him like he were a set of dumbbells and Joey flies back a few feet. Stunned by VENOM’s display of strength, Joey quickly gets to his feet and waits for VENOM to get to his. RAGE pulls himself back onto the apron, holding the back of his head. Joey slides out to the apron again, readying himself for another springboard attack by placing both of his hands on the top rope.

Bryan Harris: Now what the hell is he going for?!

As soon as VENOM gets to his feet, Joey lifts off and springboards onto his shoulder for another seated senton attempt. But again, VENOM is far too strong to go down and catches Joey. VENOM turns his back to Domination’s corner while RAGE uses this as an opportunity to climb to the second turnbuckle. Diving forward, RAGE smashes into Joey with a falling clothesline at the same exact time VENOM drives him into the canvas with a devastating powerbomb!

Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD!!!!

Alan Ducard: Joey just folded up like an accordion...

Bryan Harris: This one’s GOTTA be over..

As Conrad holds his ribs on the outside apron, trying to pull himself to his feet, VENOM drops down for a deep cover as RAGE exit to the outside.

One!

Two!

Three!

Jimmy Yates: Helluva fight from Joey Shepard. HELLUVA fight..

Leonard Nolan calls for the bell and VENOM gets up to his feet, holding his quadriceps muscle while barely putting any weight on it.

After slapping Joey in the face and stomach a couple of times in an attempt to revive him, Joey starts coming to. VENOM helps Joey to his feet and RAGE pats him on the back a few times while Joey confusedly asks Nolan where he is and what hit him.

Alan Ducard: Now that’s class, folks.

Jimmy Yates: They recognize that, despite this being HgH’s SECOND match in LEGACY, they gave the World Tag Team Champions a good fight. I won’t say they gave them a run for their money because the truth is they didn’t... but they more than showed them they have the heart to compete in LEGACY’s tag team ranks. Dare I say, one day hold gold.

Bryan Harris: Well I don’t know about that. While some may believe that Joey and Conrad’s contrasting styles are confusing and hard to decipher, they showed the world here tonight that they have a long ways to go before they can be taken seriously as contenders. Too much miscommunication, and Joey damn near got his team disqualified on a few occasions.

Jimmy Yates: That may be true, but time will tell one way or the other. It’s a work in progress, Bryan. Every team in the history of this sport has a starting point, and so far, I like HgH’s.

Celebrating a well fought victory, both RAGE and VENOM grab their LEGACY World Tag Team titles and head out of the ring. Conrad, holding his ribs in agonizing pain, approaches Joey and they begin going over what happened as the camera fades to a commercial.

Ethan Leers: Get the f*ck out of here!

The stage crew person runs off, leaving Ethan by himself.

Ethan Leers: F*cking stupid sh*t. Wrestling organization, and everyone’s running around , happy f*cking go f*cking lucky, wearing f*cking costumes. It’s ridiculous.

As Ethan Leers is glaring and sipping his beer, CBP runs onto camera, wearing one of those strong man body suits.

CBP: Heya buddy!

Ethan slowly rolls his head over to CBP.

Ethan Leers: The f*ck you want, jobber?

CBP: Nice costume. Let me guess, you’re dressed as a baby sea lion, right?

Ethan just stares at CBP.

CBP: Cuz, that’s what I am. I’m a baby sea li….on….you look angry.

Ethan suddenly lashes out and SLAMS his fist into CBP’s face. CBP goes down hard, and Ethan simply throws his beer down on CBP.

Ethan Leers: Enjoy the dumb sh*t, f*ckface.

Ethan gives CBP a kick to the side as he walks past.

John James (JJ): So what’s with the suit Dawson? No “Halloween Spirit”?

The Highlight of the Night (HOTN): John, do not think that I respect you any less for wearing The Black Cougar costume. That costume has held you back enough, and you deserve to wear it how you see fit. However, Halloween isn’t my thing. You see, Halloween is a celebration where you dress up to be something else, to be something you are not, to “pretend”. There are way too many “pretenders” in this federation already, thinking they are in our league, that they are elite like The Entourage. I do not need to pretend. I am ELITE. I am The Highlight of the Night. Why would I want to pretend that I’m anything else?

Dawson shakes his head as he grabs a pickle to go with his sandwich, and John loads up his plate with some chicken nuggets, taking the last of them for himself, much to the dismay of a few others in line.

HOTN: Seriously man, you are going to eat those with a spread like this?

JJ: Hey, it’s a night for “treats” right? Call it a guilty pleasure.

The Entourage heads over towards a table to eat before heading back to the locker room for Dawson to get ready for his tag match later in the evening, when they pass by both members of HgH, who have already competed against the tag team champions.

JJ: Hey Dawson, speaking of pretenders, take a look at those sorry s.o.b.’s.

HOTN: Yep, those 'wannabes' really got 'lit up' tonight.

JJ: It's a joke is what it is. They got a match with the tag team champs, and they blew it with that performance. These stoners get a match with a champs when we should be getting the title shots. They aren't even fit to take my order at McDonald's. Chumps.

John and Matthew turn away and go to sit down, not realizing or not caring that HgH heard everything they said.

Conrad Kirk shakes his head while leaning up against the food spread - a painful look still on his face from being on the receiving end of a three-hundred pound double stomp to the ribs earlier in his match-up with Domination. But that’s not what is important here. What’s important is the fact that sometime between his match earlier and the present, the six-foot seven inch mass of muscle has changed into a white polo shirt, gray slacks, penny loafers and a RIDICULOUS looking, strategically placed patch of facial hair resembling that of a cave man. “White Boy” Joey Shepard compliments this get up with a pair of plaid golfer shorts, a black Ashworth pullover, a light green tee hat, yellow golfer’s shades, and frayed and wooly facial hair also resembling that of a caveman.

Both Joey and Conrad look at each other for a moment, looking slightly amused at Entourage’s comments before turning their backs to the camera facing their seated verbal abusers, where the camera suddenly picks up on two large GEICO bumper stickers stuck across their respective backs. The crowd heard in the background turns into a laugh riot.

Holding his hurt ribs with a bit of a grimace on his face, Conrad looks John James up and down.

Conrad: You’s a couple of funny muthaf***az.

Joey looks at Dawson, who in turn looks up from his plate of food.

Joey: Ay yo, can I’s get yo autograph, Carson?

Dawson looks confused. James is preoccupied with his delicious looking chicken nuggets, devouring them away taking medium sized, luscious bites, savoring the juicy, tender, yet crispy flavor every step of the way.

Conrad: Yo, yo... yo I don’t think he’s supposed to be Carson, yo. I think he’s Matthew muthaf***in’ Dawson, dawg! He don’t need no costume!

Joey: Nah yo, I think he’s Carson Daly, son. He’s gotta be. I ain’t seen a whiter muthaf***a in my life, yo!

Dawson looks back at the 'cavemen' in more 'disgust' than offense, as if the thought of talking to these two 'degenerates' would kill his brain cells. Joey looks at John James and laughs. He goes to grab a nugget but John instinctively slaps his hand away.

Joey: And what is you supposed to be, yo? Catwoman?

Conrad: [Making the rimshot motion] BADUM-TISH!

Joey and Conrad share a laugh, which causes Conrad to grimace again from his aching ribs.

Joey: You aight, man?

Conrad: Nah I’m good, yo. Nuttin’ a little T.L.C. can’t handle. Where ‘dem white bitches at, anywayz? And no, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout you two foo’s...

They share another laugh, and both members of Entourage just roll their eyes.

HOTN: Cute, really cute, wannabes. Look at you. You're pathetic. When dressing like the 'Geico Cavemen' is a step up, you're in trouble. I mean next time when you want to do your little 'thug/stoner' song and dance, why don't you try ... oh I don't know ... winning?

JJ: [Putting up air quotes in a mocking tone.], Oh “snap”, dog.

Conrad and Joey look at each other and bust out laughing.

Conrad: Oh nuh he didn’t... please tell me... he didn’t...

Joey: I think he did, son.

Conrad: Tell me somethin’, dawg... [looking at John James]... how many matches you won, yo?

Before John James answers, Conrad twirls around in a dancing motion, landing the palms of his hands on the picnic table set up, his line of sight fixated on Dawson.

Conrad: How about ‘chu, beyotch?! Rhetorical, yo. So check it... you gots, what... one? Yeah, ONE match unda dat three-inch skirt line you call a waist, son... and da ONLY reason you won dat one is ‘cuz you’s just another punk ass, b-boy, cracka who had da rest of N’Sync get all distractin’ amd detractin’ and sh** . So you know what? Least we went out there and fought the BEST tag team in LEGIZZLE on our izzle, son...

Joey: Word, yo. And da ONLY reason we got dat match in da first place is ‘cuz we impressed da sh** outta everybody wit’ our first match... which we not only WON... but DOMINATED. So check yo’self before you wreck yo’self, n***a!!

Dawson sighs aloud, failing, despite his best efforts, to ignore the Homies.

HOTN: Let’s get out of here, John. It’s pretty obvious these two ignoramuses aren’t going to leave well enough alone...

All of a sudden, as Conrad tries to take a deep breath, his cheeks puff up like something just filled them up. His face looks ill, like he’s going to violently puke. Suddenly everybody stops in their tracks and looks right at Conrad.

Joey: Oh f***. WHERE’S DA TRASH CAN?!

Looking frantic, both John James and Matthew Dawson quickly get up from the table and look around the room for a can. Suddenly, Conrad pops his own cheeks... where nothing but a “pop” of air comes out. Looking down at John James’ unattended chicken tenders, Joey grabs the plate with an audible “yoink”.

Joey: So easy, even a caveman could do it!!

Conrad: [Feigning a serious look.] What ‘chu say, n***a?!

Before John and Dawson can even react, both Conrad and Joey start laughing hysterically and flee the scene like a couple of bank robbers. Both members of Entourage stare down at the now empty table - both shocked and appalled that they fell for HgH’s sophomoric antics.

JJ: What kind of an a**hole steals a man's chicken nuggets?!

Bryan Harris: After defeating Eli Storm in a Last Man Standing Match at SuperCard STRIFE 42, Adam Davis was awarded with the opportunity to select his opponent for tonight’s match. Initially he selected Devastation as his opponent so the two could square up some old business, but the front office already had other plans for big Dev.

Jimmy Yates: With Devastation slated to be in tonight’s main event as X-Calibur’s tag team partner, Adam Davis hand-picked John Thomas, not a fan of how JT has plotted and schemed in order to get what he wants.

Bryan Harris: Davis might not be a fan of how JT’izzle conducts his business, but that doesn’t mean he just gets to select John and make him a stepping-stone heading into LEGACY X. He’s still gotta deal with John and find a way to get past him if he wants to extend that title reign.

Alan Ducard: Having not held a championship in quite a while, obviously John Thomas wants to get another golden accomplishment, and Adam Davis clearly has it in his head to prove himself in LEGACY just as he has done in other organizations before showing up here. Which one of them would come out on top with not only a victory, but also with one of the hottest championships in the business? Let’s find out.

Bryan Harris: Say what you want about all his accomplishments, I don’t know that I’ve seen Adam Davis look as good in the ring as John Thomas does once he has successfully worked over a shoulder to the extent he likes to do so.

Alan Ducard: That’s what he’s doing here, and this strategy has helped him win quite a few matches with either that falling reverse neckbreaker drop or with the crossface chickenwing.

Moving around with the arm of his opponent trapped in the armbar, John positions The Iceman chest-first in the corner. Satisfied with the predicament he’s got Adam in, John Thomas leaps up into the air and sends a dropkick right into the back of Davis’ shoulder.

Bryan Harris: Nowhere to go for Davis!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, because John had him up against the ropes, and Don Bower should’ve forced JT to relinquish that hold due to a rope-break.

Alan Ducard: Well John’s hearing about it now as he’s not allowed to move right back in to keep on the attack.

With his other arm, The Iceman steps in past referee Don Bower and connects with a forearm shot that rocks John back a step, then follows it up by hoisting Thomas up off his feet, throwing him down to onto his back with a bodyslam. Taking a quick step back, Adam Davis then hops off the mat and lands a leg drop across the throat of his opponent.

Jimmy Yates: Adam Davis relentless, going right in with that standing guillotine, and he’s going back on the offensive!

Alan Ducard: John Thomas quickly helped up off the mat… Davis tucks the head under his arm… SNAP SUPLEX! He floats over, going for the pinfall….

ONE!!

T-

Despite having been primed to get a two-count, Adam Davis grabs John by the head after the first count and pulls his shoulders up, obviously not done with his opponent just yet. Getting his feet underneath him, The Iceman starts to pull John up off the mat, but then dives forwards and buries his forearm into the side of John’s face, dropping him back down to the mat.

Bryan Harris: I hope John has a good dentist, ‘cause that might’ve jostled a couple loose!

Getting right back up, Adam Davis grabs JT by the head and lifts him off the mat, hooking the arm and immediately hoisting him up into the air. As soon as John is completely vertical, The Iceman drops straight down.

Jimmy Yates: Brrrrrrrrainbustaaaaaa!!!

Bryan Harris: WHAT is WRONG with you?!

Jimmy Yates: Sometimes I get excited…

Not going for the pin, Adam Davis simply gets back to his feet and positions himself near John’s feet. Grabbing John by the underside of the knee on both legs, The Iceman lifts up, seemingly going for a Boston Crab.

Alan Ducard: Davis now going for the Grave Pain, but John Thomas is working to block it.

Jimmy Yates: If Adam can turn him over, this could be it!

Alan Ducard: Here he goes…

As Davis starts to turn him over, JT gets his forearms underneath him and rolls through the move, pulling Davis with him, causing the Tao of Valor champion to stumble. The Iceman gets his footing and puts himself into position as John works his way up off the mat. Getting right up behind John, Adam locks his opponent in a sleeperhold. John flails as much as possible, when suddenly he dives towards the side of the ring, sending Davis over his shoulder with a slight judo-style throw.

Bryan Harris: Great counter by John Thomas, and The Iceman hits the arena floor!

Alan Ducard: Well John Thomas gets a little breather, but Adam Davis appears to have landed awkwardly on the same shoulder that John Thomas had been working on earlier in the match up.

While Adam Davis works his way back up to his feet on the outside, John Thomas turns over and gets to a kneeling position, keeping an eye outside the ring while still trying to catch a breather. When Davis gets up onto the ring apron, John puts one foot underneath himself, but still remains in a crouched position. As Adam ducks into the ring between the middle and top ropes, John Thomas hops up and throws his legs forward, connecting with a dropkick to the same shoulder he’s been working on.

Jimmy Yates: He was playing possum!

Alan Ducard: I’m none too sure about that, but it does seem he had at least one good burst of energy left in him after sustaining all the damage Davis has shelled out thusly. Now comes the true test of what he’s got left in the tank.

Taking Davis by the arm, John pulls The Iceman into the ring and then stomps down onto the back of his shoulder. Grabbing by the wrist again, John lifts Adam up off the mat and twists into a standing armbar, then climbs up onto the second turnbuckle.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like he’s going to attempt The New School…

Bryan Harris: I wouldn’t be too sure about that!

Instead of getting up onto the top rope, John steps out over the top rope down onto the second turnbuckle, still holding onto the arm. After a slight hop backwards, John drops to the arena floor, pulling Davis’ arm down part of the way with him before releasing it. Having been pulled into the top rope, Adam is propelled backwards into the middle of the ring.

Alan Ducard: Interesting maneuver to continue to put pressure on that arm, and the glimmer in John’s eye tells me that he believes this match to be near over.

Sliding back into the ring, John waits as Adam Davis works his way back up off the mat. Quickly Thomas moves in and goes for the crossface chicken wing, but sensing it, Davis throws his uninjured arm backwards and connects with a elbow shot that catches John in the side of the head.

Jimmy Yates: Signs of life from The Iceman, and it might not be over just yet!

When Adam turns around he immediately throws a roundhouse punch, but because it’s his injured arm John easily blocks it, then lifts The Iceman up slightly and hits an inverted atomic drop. Hoisting Davis up off the mat, John connects with a shoulderbreaker.

Bryan Harris: You THOUGHT it was going to go one way, and now I have to ask, Jimbo, how’s it feel to be wrong?!

Jimmy Yates: There’s not a new champion just yet!

Taking Adam by the wrist, he again lifts him up to his feet and again locks into a standing armbar. With a cavalier smile on his face, John moves over and starts ascending the turnbuckles.

Bryan Harris: Now we’re about to see the New School, and that’s going to be the beginning of the end for Adam Davis.

John gets to the top rope, but before he can do anything, Adam Davis charges in and knocks John’s foot backwards with his shoulder, crotching John on the top turnbuckle. The fans get whipped into a frenzy of cheers, and Adam Davis moves in and puts John up onto his shoulders in the fireman’s carry position, then steps away from the corner…

COLD SHOULDER!!

DAVIS HOOKS THE LEG…

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!

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

Hannah Perez: Would somebody please turn that music off?

A moment later, the song fades under and she starts to make her way to the ring, but the look on her face doesn’t get any less sour.

Hannah Perez: That’s not MY theme music. That’s El Chupacabra theme music. In case you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have my own theme music. No one respects Hannah Perez enough to let me have that.

She shakes her head.

Hannah Perez: All I am to them is a fine piece of ass. Half the times that El Chupacabra have matches, they don’t have me show up to the ringside. They don’t let me use my managerial assets. All they care abouts is that people tune in to see THESE…

Hannah grabs her breasts and shakes them.

Hannah Perez: …and THIS…

She smacks her own ass.

Hannah Perez: But at the end of the day, they haven’t helped me get into any magazines. You see other women in this industry who is less attractive than me, and they’re getting the chances to be in Playboy like more than once a year… I could be the all-time best selling issue of Playboy if LEGACY would put in the phone call to Hugh Hefner, but they don’t!

Walking up the steel steps, Hannah enters the ring.

Hannah Perez: If the marketing people and the road agents were the only ones that were ignoring me and overlooking me, that would be something I could raise hell about, but they’re not.

Hannah takes off the sombrero.

Hannah Perez: See this hat? Recognize it? It’s from a great movie called The Three Amigos. Classic comedy movie featuring my home country of Mexico and many of its peoples, so I decided that this is what El Chupacabra’s Halloween costumes should be. I asked Diego y Hector a month ago if this is what they would want to do, and they said “sure, fine, whatever”.

She tosses the sombrero towards the corner and it slides underneath the bottom rope, barely hanging on to the ring apron.

Hannah Perez: I do much much more than that for El Chupacabra, but do you think I ever hear the word “Gracias” for my efforts? NO. You know what I get? I’ll show you what I get…

Hannah points up at the LEGACY Vision jumbotron, and the lights in the arena dim as the screen lights up.

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.

The screen pauses on a shot of Hannah standing up, holding her neck. The arena lights come back up and the camera again focuses on Hannah in the ring.

Hannah Perez: That’s what I get for all my help. I helped them become World Tag Team Champions in LEGACY, and did you see that?! They don’t care about me. Diego comes crashing down on my head, and have I heard so much as a “sorry”? NO! Have I heard so much as a “thank you” for all the rest of the things I’ve done for them?! NO!

Suddenly Hannah stops speaking and she watches as Diego de Cardenas makes his way down the ramp, wearing his black and white Three Amigos costume. From the look on his face, you can tell he’s not very happy, and he doesn’t waste any time getting into the ring to make his feelings known.

Diego de Cardenas: What the hell, Hannah? What is all of this?! You don’t come to me with this, instead you air it out in front of everybody?!

Diego starts getting closer to Hannah, and she starts backing away.

Hannah Perez: Si, Diego. This isn’t something I should have to tell you about. This is something you should KNOW, and you WOULD KNOW if you cared about me, but you DON’T!! I’m not asking you to apologize, and I’m not asking you to say thank you for anything I’ve done, I’m out here to tell these people WHY I’m no longer going to be hanging around with El Chupacabra!

A portion of the crowd starts cheering, but Diego’s eyes get big and he starts walking forward, towards Hannah, and she starts backing up slowly.

Diego de Cardenas: You’re not serious. Tu no esta seriouso. You’re not leaving El Chupacabra.

Hannah Perez: No?!

Diego de Cardenas: No. I won’t let you. You BELONG to El Chupacabra. You are our PROPERTY!

Hannah Perez: THE HELL I AM!!

In a fit of rage, Hannah whips her arm across and smacks Diego in the face. His eyes go wide and the fans all over the arena go silent.

Jimmy Yates: I can't believe what I just saw!!

Bryan Harris: I guess she really does mean it!

Diego reaches out and grabs a handful of her hair, and the crowd immediately begins showing their disapproval. Hannah tries to back up further, but she finds herself backed into a corner. Suddenly the booing changes to cheers and the cameras turn to show Arch Angel and T.Rex coming down the ramp as quickly as they can, headed for the ring. They’re both wearing large cardboard frames around their body, with their clothing made up to look like airplane tickets with “PARADISE” listed as the destination. As soon as Diego realizes what’s going on, both members of ANARCHY get up onto the apron, and Cardenas lets go of Hannah and gets out onto the apron between the ropes.

Alan Ducard: ANARCHY may have had some problems with Hannah Perez in the past, but it’s nice to see them come to her aid, because no one wanted to see Diego attack her, and clearly that’s where this was going after that smack.

Jimmy Yates: It’s hard to believe that he would do that, especially after all they’d been through and all she’d done for him, but I guess with the things she was saying about Diego he might’ve gotten his hot latin temper all riled up, and I guess he didn’t want to hear anymore.

Bryan Harris: Violence against women is pathetic, but violence against HOT women is just down-right inexcusable!

When Diego gets outside the ring to the floor, he starts walking around the ring. Hector Rodriguez comes out from the back, wearing the Three Amigos outfit except for the hat. He meets Diego at the bottom of the ramp. The two take steps towards the ring, but T.Rex charges over and makes them think twice and decide not to enter the ring. T.Rex then walks back and stands near Hannah, who looks a little shaken up. Hector and Diego slowly walk backwards up the ramp, eyeing the trio in the ring.

Highlight of the Night (HOTN): Rawlings, Tag Team Champion, T.o.V. Champion, and World Champion, quite a resume Stephen.

Dawson looks over Rawlings, looking to gauge his partner's reaction.

Stephen Rawlings: You left out “First EVER Dave Hawkins Memorial Tournament Winner”, and “Best Wrestler in the Business”!

He stops momentarily and looks at Dawson.

Stephen Rawlings: What do you want?

HOTN: You talk the talk Rawlings, and your resume is a mile long and you wouldn't let me forget a bit of it, but LEGACY now is a different time, a different place. The Entourage is here now, and standards have changed. The status quo is no longer good enough, and if I'm going to be teaming outside of The Entourage, the true ELITE, then I want to know exactly what my partner brings to the table.

Matthew looks Rawlings right in the eye, his voice very point of fact.

HOTN: I want to know Rawlings is it LUCK or is it SKILL.

Stephen Rawlings: First of all Dawson, if you ever... EVER assume, I think anything is good enough, then you're mistaken! F*ck you're ELITE standards. The only thing that matters to me is being PERFECT in that ring! Is that Luck? Is that Skill? Watch me go down to the ring, beat the sh*t out of both those losers and WIN the match for us. Then, you can decide if I'm just "lucky" or not.

Rawlings heads over towards the gorilla position leaving Dawson a couple of steps behind, and Dawson speaks, perhaps mostly to himself.

HOTN: "We'll see Stephen, we'll see."

Jimmy Yates: The bad blood between Justin Moreno and the Entourage has escalated ever since DESTINED FOR GREATNESS 2008, included in which was a big victory by Matthew Dawson in his LEGACY debut – coming at the expense of Justin Moreno.

Bryan Harris: The other halves of the pairings in this match also have bad blood, starting when Cronos Diamante got bent out of shape at SuperCard STRIFE 42 when Stephen Rawlings wasn’t able to do enough to carry Cronos to a victory over The Diabolik – one of the greatest tag team pairings of our time.

Alan Ducard: That’s a bit of hyperbole. Cronos Diamante had every right to be upset with Stephen Rawlings, because Stephen did cost him that tag match because he refused to work together with him.

Jimmy Yates: They’ve yelled at each other backstage since then, but it’s obvious that Cronos Diamante and Stephen Rawlings need to get into the ring against one another before any of the bad blood will die down.

Bryan Harris: A guy like Stephen Rawlings tends to get people heated with him because there’s so much to be envious of him for, so tonight’s match probably won’t see the end of things between them, but this will probably be a good start. Let’s get to the action.

One

Two

Kick out

Moreno pulls Rawlings to a vertical base, but Rawlings gives him a quick thumb to the throat to get out of his grip. Rawlings then uses a quick Russian leg sweep to knock Moreno onto his back. Returning to his feet, Stephen quickly stomps Justin, driving the boot into the head before picking him up in a side headlock and dragging him into the corner to make a tag. Rawlings holds Moreno while Dawson kicks him in the ribs and then takes over the headlock.

Alan Ducard: Solid team work from Dawson and Rawlings on that transitional tag.

Jimmy Yates: It is a rare occurrence that we see Rawlings working well together with a partner like he is tonight with Dawson. Since he held the tag straps with Turner, Rawlings hasn’t played well with others on a consistent basis.

Bryan Harris: Come on now Jimbo, both of these men are professionals, and they know what needs to be done to get the job done.

Dawson switches from a headlock into an arm bar then rolls it over into a Fujiwara armbar. Without good ring positioning on Matthew’s part, Moreno is able to struggle a bit, reach out and grab the bottom rope before too much damage is done. Dawson pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Moreno comes back on the rebound, and rolls over Dawson’s back as Dawson goes low, looking for the back body drop. Dawson turns around as Moreno grabs his arms, rolls back, and flips Dawson through the air, and face first against a turnbuckle. Luckily though it's in Dawson’s corner and he tags in Rawlings.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson got lucky being tossed into his own corner.

Bryan Harris: A great performer like Dawson always knows his ring positioning.

Rawlings gets into the ring and locks up in a collar elbow tie up with Moreno. Rawlings gets the advantage and whips Moreno into the ropes and flips him over his shoulder with a back body drop. Rawlings then drops a quick elbow to Moreno's sternum before pulling him to his feet. Rawlings tags Dawson back in as he whips Moreno into the ropes. The two men both go for a clothesline, but Moreno rebounds off the ropes and flips over the two men’s arms grabbing the back of both of their necks for a variation on a double blockbuster neckbreaker.

Alan Ducard: Desperation move by Moreno as all three men are down in the ring now.

Jimmy Yates: Moreno really needs to make the tag, and Cronos has his hand out waiting.

Moreno is able to get to his corner and make the tag, as he does Rawlings rolls out of the ring to the outside. Cronos steps over the top rope into the ring and gets to Dawson as he is getting to his feet, but instead of hitting him while he has the advantage he just pulls Dawson up straight and stares at him. Dawson pushes him away so he can catch his breath, and while Cronos moves back half a step he doesn't retaliate. Dawson jumps up and hits Cronos with a standing dropkick and knocking Cronos back into the ropes, but not off his feet. Cronos just rebounds and stops and continues to stare at Dawson showing no emotion.

Jimmy Yates: Cronos seems to almost be in a trance as he doesn't seem to be trying to take advantage of the situation.

Bryan Harris: It's a mistake not to take advantage of a prone Dawson when he can, because it only takes 3 seconds for a man like Dawson to beat you.

Dawson grabs Cronos and whips him into the ropes, Dawson runs and rebounds off the other side and hits a flying forearm smash shades of El Matador himself. Dawson hops up to his feet but takes half a step back as Cronos gets to his feet and is smiling while blood drips from a freshly split lip. He reaches out and grabs Dawson under the armpits and turns tossing him the few feet into his corner. Rawlings hesitates for a second then tags himself in.

Alan Ducard: Cronos seems to be a bit revitalized, and it's weird to say but the taste of his own blood may be what did it.

Rawlings stands there for a minute while Cronos just stares at him not moving a muscle. Rawlings moves forward and hits Cronos with a right hook and Cronos takes a step back but absorbs the blow. Rawlings follows up with a couple more punches knocking Cronos back into a neutral corner, but Cronos isn't fighting back.

Bryan Harris: This whack job is just soaking in all the punishment, Moreno really needs to look closer at who he picks for partners.

As Rawlings connects with another punch he seems to have given Cronos a bloody nose to go with the busted lip and it looks like he has had enough. Cronos pushes Rawlings off of him and levels him with a short arm lariat. He then mounts Rawlings and starts to throw some punches of his own. Dawson rushes in to try and break it up but Cronos tosses him over the top ropes to the outside. Moreno comes into the ring runs and does a cartwheel over the prone Rawlings and does a suicide plancha to the outside onto Dawson just as he gets to his feet.

Alan Ducard: Death defying move from Moreno as Cronos continues to dismantle Rawlings.

Cronos tosses Rawlings into the corner and throws a series of devastating kicks to the ribs and chest. Cronos jumps back and runs forward for a big splash, but at the last second Rawlings moves out of the way.

Jimmy Yates: Cronos looking to follow the countdown to extinction kicks with a big splash, but eats turnbuckle.

Rawlings spins Cronos around and nails an ace crusher. He goes for a pin attempt, but Diamante’s foot is under the bottom rope. Meanwhile Dawson climbs back up onto the apron in his corner as Moreno does the same on the other side. Cronos rolls up to his feet and nails Rawlings with a boot to the face sending him staggering back into his corner where he tags in Dawson who is still recovering from the plancha on the outside. Dawson hesitantly steps into the ring, but Moreno is chomping at the bit on the outside and reaches into the ring and slaps Diamante on the back to tag himself in. Dawson and Moreno start exchanging punches in the center of the ring, but it doesn't look like Cronos is ready to leave yet as he grabs Rawlings who is about to exit the ring and whips him across the ring and follows up after him nailing him with a Cactus clothesline sending both of them to the ringside floor.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like business is about to pick up.

Moreno and Dawson both go for standing dropkicks at the same time and their feet touch briefly before they both get back to their feet and stare down, when suddenly the lights go out.

CheeCheeChee Hahahaha CheChee Chee Hahaha

Somewhere in the distance a women screams. The scream gets louder and we see a woman in a cheerleader outfit appear at the top of the entrance ramp. The Legacy Vision jumbo tron lights up to show the girl and we can see she is wearing a cheerleader outfit.

Alan Ducard: What is going on here? Who is that woman, and why are the lights out?

Jimmy Yates: I believe that is Allison Moreno in her Halloween costume. Yes that is Allison.

The girl continues to scream as we see why. A knife wielding maniac appears wearing a hockey mask. Allison screams louder as the maniac moves closer then he stops and a laughs can be heard from behind the mask. The maniac tosses the knife behind him and the knife bounces obviously a prop. He then lifts the mask tossing it behind him as Allison screams even louder and we see the maniac is actually Derek Shane. In the ring we see Dawson has Moreno in a full nelson headlock forcing him to watch as Moreno tries his damnedest to try and escape. Derek Shane continues to laugh as a dark substance falls from the ceiling and covers Allison who starts to scream again until a white powder falls from the ceiling covering here. The Jumbo tron flashes to life with a bright slogan that reads DRUGS ARE BAD, Drink COKE. This last part done in red and white like the famous logo.

Alan Ducard: Shane is obviously making fun of Allison's addiction and Moreno doesn't seem too happy about being forced to watch.

Jimmy Yates: Allison covered in what appears to be soft drink and powdered sugar, but it seems like Derek Shane got his point across.

Bryan Harris: Well I'm sure it's not the first time she's been covered in a sticky substance …

Jimmy Yates: Will you stop – you sound like Dawson at his scumbag best!

Back in the ring Moreno uses all of his energy to break free, and he rockets off the ropes like a man possessed. He wants to take Dawson out and get to Allison, and he leaps full fury at Dawson. However, Dawson side steps and tosses Moreno as hard as he can into the corner, Moreno hits the turnbuckles with a thud and it knocks all the wind out of him. Dawson quickly grabs him from behind and lifts him up to the top rope and puts Moreno onto his shoulders for the Ultimate Highlight, the moonsault fallaway slam. Dawson hooks the legs as the ref drops to count.

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Derek Shane: Honey, this is what we call an intervention.

Bending down, Derek Shane gets down into Allison’s face.

Derek Shane: You need to fight that addiction!

Standing up, Derek looks over at Justin.

Derek Shane: As for you, Moreno, I know its Halloween and all, but you need to keep your woman off the “nose candy”.

Derek starts to smirk, then shakes his head.

Derek Shane: It’s not like you don't need any more distractions, because in just a short time at LEGACY X you will be looking across at that ring at Derek Shane, and we all know that the end will be the same as usual - you will still be a broken and beaten man.

Shane looks over to Dawson and hands him the mic. Matthew walks over and looks down on Allison.

Highlight of the Night (HOTN): Hey there Sweet Cheeks.

Allison stays over Justin who is trying to shake out the cobwebs, as the tears continue to stream down her face, mixing with the mess covering her face and body.

HOTN: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Allison still doesn’t move, doesn’t turn, trying to block out the humiliation and shame as The Entourage continues to mock her and her fallen husband.

HOTN: Hey, are you as retarded at your kid, or do I need to put a line on my crotch to get you to pay some attention?

The crowd gasps as Allison’s head snaps towards the ramp where Dawson is speaking, her eyes filled with tears and blazing with anger.

HOTN: Pathetic.

Dawson turns up his nose.

HOTN: Look at you, absolutely pathetic. You’re a pretender, just like that worthless piece of s**** you married. Look at you pretending with those fake tears over that idiot.

He starts to mock her.

HOTN: “Oh I’d know if she was an addicted” – EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WRONG!

Dawson shakes his head, and smirks and the crowd is just UNLEASHING on Dawson.

HOTN: You aren’t crying because I just beat his ass. You aren’t crying because we’ve insulted your helmet wearing child. You are crying because we exposed you on a worldwide broadcast, and now?

Quick smirk.

HOTN: Now, it’s all going away. No more “using”. No more sex with strangers for drugs. No more escape from your farce of a marriage and your epic failure as parents. You’re crying because you have to go back to your own piss poor reality, and reality is you SUCK.

Dawson points down at Justin.

HOTN: You and that failure of a man shouldn’t even show up at LEGACY X. You’re an embarrassment to this company and this industry. In fact, I’d demand that you just walk away, except for the fact that well, Derek Shane owes that pretender an all too real ass-kicking. You can sit there and cry, and you can sit there and hate The Entourage for this, but remember at the end of the day we’re the elite. We didn’t make you epic failures, you did. You don’t have anyone to blame but yourselves, and at LEGACY X, Derek Shane is going to roll the credits on your pathetic comedy of errors that you call a career.

Dawson tosses the mic down and as he does, the lights go out again.

Jimmy Yates: What now? John James dressed as Freddy Krueger?

The lights come back on and we still see Allison in the ring scared to death huddled over Justin who is starting to come to, but at the bottom of the entrance ramp we see the bloody body of Stephen Rawlings unconscious staring up at the lights.

Alan Ducard: I was wondering what happened to Cronos and Rawlings while all of Shane's theatrics were going on and it seems we now have our answer. Yet Cronos is nowhere to be seen, I guess he is letting the message speak for itself.

Jimmy Yates: Cronos is definitely sending a message that he is ready for his match with Rawlings at LEGACY X.

Derek Shane and Matthew Dawson both look down the ramp at the bloody Rawlings then look to each other for a moment and Shane motions with his head to the back, and they both turn and disappear behind the curtain to the back.

Iley holds his arms out and quickly twirls.

Iley: "I'm Doctor Who aren't I? Ye know, the 9th one, Christopher thingy-whathisface played him!"

Thompkins then smiles and nods.

Thompkins: "Oh yeah I know the guy, personally thought, I don't think you look like him, the outfit yes, but face wise? Nah"

They both shrug.

Thompkins: "So.. how is the neck!"

Iley self conciously reaches up and strokes his neck

Iley: "My neck is now strong enough to support my head but I'm still doing rehab, you can't be too careful with an injury like this."

Thompkins: "Any chance of you... ya know... returning?"

Iley: "I really can't say, as much as I'd love to come back, I can't commit just yet. The rehab has to take its time, and even when it's done, I still can't say as to whether or not I'll be making a return to the ring. I may be fit and well enough but the question is, how long will my neck stay in that condition? I can't jump in too quickly, I have to take my time! If I come back too soon and suffer a relapse, I could end up in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I'm 32 years old, I have my life ahead of me. I have Lisa who loves me just as much as I love her and I couldn't face having to depend on her for everything in life."

Thompkins nods.

Thompkins: "Yeah I understand totally what you're saying. And even though I can't speak for anyone else here in LEGACY, but I for one would love to see you return. You're a different breed of wrestler, there's something which made you stand out and made you unique. If the day comes that you get back into active competition, I for one will be cheering you on." He looks behind past Iley "Oh, here's your girl too."

Iley turns and looks back then turns back to Thompkins.

Iley: "Yeah she came along, of course, she's dressed as the Doctors assistant."

Lisa Hawks, girlfriend and former valet of Iley, dressed in a pair of tight black running pants and a hooded top walks up to Iley and puts her arm around him.

Lisa: "Hey, it that a sonic screwdriver in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"

Iley pulls out a toy sonic screwdirver (copyright BBC) from his pocket and waves it in Lisa's face.

Iley: "It's my screwdriver... 'Rose'! Now come on, I've heard some Cybermen are around here, we need to get a move on and eliminate them from this place"

Thompkins: "Cybermen?"

Iley: "Normal people turned into emotionaless robotic killing machines, though you may know them better as the executives of an wrestling 'entertainment' group based in Conneticut!" He pats Thompkins on the arm "See you around mate!"

With that Iley and Lisa walk off with Lisa cuddling into her man.

Moxley: Beep beep. Beep Beep. Beep.

Crew Member: Uh… dude? Your costume is weird, I'm outa here.

The camera zooms in to Moxley who looks a bit sad. As the crew member walks away people keep giving him a weird look. You can hear them whisper 'what's he supposed to be, A trash can?' Suddenly, a man dressed in a gold plastic armor starts stiffly walking down the Hall. A random passerby notes, 'Hey nice costume, you're the Oscar guy, right?'. As the camera zooms in we can see its “Crazy Boy” Tyrone Smith.

CB: No... I'm supposed to be-

Moxley: C 3 P O !!!!!!!!!!!!

When Tyrone talks, you can hear somewhat of a metallic, robotic voice to it. You can see a little wire going up the side of his costume and connected to his helmet of his costume. Apparantely, he has some kind of voice box inside that helmet to sound somewhat like C-3PO. Tyrone nods his head inside his costume and walks around, stiffly, as he looks at the commodity that has appeared before him.

CB: Yes, I am C-3PO. And I assume that you are R2D2?

Moxley: Beep-Beep!! R2Mox2!! BeepBoopBeep!!

CB: That would make me CB-3PO then. What are the odds that there would be 2 people dressed up as star wars characters, much less the robotic dymanic duo.

Moxley: tick.tick.tick BUZZZZZ very slim!! BEEP!!

Tyrone laughs a little bit, his laugh sounding robotic as he stiffly walks up to Moxley and pats the R2Mox2.

CB: Don't short your circuits there, bud. I just thought it was awesome that there is a big star wars fan in Legacy like I am. But what am I talking about? I'm talking to the biggest GEEK in Legacy. You probably have the original and special edition trilogy on Blu-Ray eh?

Moxley: zip zip KAPOW. Yes. Beep. and still in the original wrapping. beep!!

Moxley rolls around with glee, spinning his R2Mox2 cardboard head around.

Moxley: beepboopbeep... I had no BEEPing idea you were a Jedi-nerd too!! We should hang out.

Tyrone laughs again and nods his head. He stiffly walks around, trying to catch up with the speeding R2Mox2 as he is unsuccessful at first as he stops and watches Moxley speed around him.

CB- Woah, slow down there, speed Racer. I know that you are excited to see a geek like you, but we do have some matches tonight. I have to get ready for Tim Jones and Ron Bailey.. aren't you in the Main Event? That's a big opportunity for you. Tell you what, though. After Strife is over with, we can meet up and hang. Perhaps watch some Star Wars... or play with some ACTION FIGURES?!

Crazy Boy removes a backpack from his back and pulls out a Darth Vader, Luke Skywalker, C-3PO, R2D2 and a sexy Princess Leia figure, the last one dressed up in a skimpy outfit, a bikini of sorts.

Moxley: Zzzip Zzziiip Yupp, I am partnered with Loco Calrissian against Darth Devestation and some ZIP-zip Beepity BEEP-Beep who thinks he's the stinkiest cheese on the block. But after that we should get in touch with the force and maybe you can loan me that Leia figure until then.

Moxley tries to pull off a spinning in place maneuver but nearly tips over. Crazy Boy watches as R2Mox2 almost falls off of his skateboards as he stiffly walks over and helps him up. He watches as Moxley gets himself situated again as Tyrone puts the figures back in his backpack and and puts the pack back on his back and nods at Moxley.

CB- But of course, Mox. You can borrow the Leia figure if ya like. But I have to make my way to Tatooine now to get ready for my rumble in the ring against Chewbacca and a Ewok, but hit me up after the show.

Moxley: DING DING Definately man!!

CB-3PO pats R2Mox to on the head for good measure and walks off stiffly. After a few Moxley suddenly trys to turn around and falls over landing hard on his side with a bit of a crash.

Moxley: Beep bzzt ouch... dangit.. forgot to give him my MySpace info.

Jimmy Yates: At STRIFE 43 we found out that Issac Entragian would be facing Damien Black at LEGACY X with the No Limits championship on the line, and given what we’ve seen from Damien in the past in No Limits matches, this four-man match could be a very adequate warm-up for the Albino Abomination.

Bryan Harris: It also serves as a great opportunity for the other three competitors in the match. Ethan Leers is new to LEGACY and hopes to build on the success he’s had on the indy circuit and grow his already rabid fanbase.

Jimmy Yates: Benny Jackson hasn’t done anything in LEGACY yet, so he’s probably hoping to make this his big break.

Alan Ducard: And Eli Storm is probably also looking to increase his stock here in LEGACY. Only one of these four can get a victory, so let’s get to the footage to find out who made the most of it.

A sarcastic little grin washes over Issac’s face, and he points directly at Ethan Leers, mouthing something “You’re mine, lil’ leader”. Leers responds with a sneer, and then in a surprising turn of events, starts
turning to his fellow opponents and appealing to them, seeming to rally Storm and Benny Boy into joining a temporary alliance with him to take down The Ivory Terror.

Jimmy Yates: Well I knew this young man had influence, but I must say I’m impressed by this. He’s managed to convince Storm and Benny to work with him in taking down Issac, for the moment anyways.

Alan Ducard: Obviously, he’s a natural born leader. And from the look of things, he is not sweating Issac, which is a rare thing to be said of anyone.

While motioning forward with one hand, Leers directs Benny Boy to attack Issac. Benny, although seemingly reluctant at first, races forward looking for an offensive maneuver, only to have his head nearly taken off with a bicycle kick. Benny rolls to the side, holding his face, as Leers and Storm look on. After
landing the kick, Entragian once more sets his feet, cocking his head to the side as if to say “That all you got?”

Ethan Leers, furious that his plan isn’t taking shape as well as he’d hoped, makes the same motion for Storm to make a move against Issac. However, the wily veteran Storm makes no attempt to attack Issac, shaking his head and moving over to Benny as he lies on the canvas. Storm begins laying into Benny with stomps, targeting every appendage of his body.

Jimmy Yates: Well it appears that little alliance just died, after having seen what happened to Benny Boy, Storm wanted NO part of Issac Entragian. And now The Incredible One has Benny sitting up against one of the turnbuckles, as he’s firing off rapid kicks into his chest.

Bryan Harris: And here’s the real story, Ethan Leers, realizing that his momentary acolytes have deserted him, has begun stepping towards Entragian with an expression of unbridled intensity on his face.

Leers has to look UP into Issac’s face, but he seems unfazed by this, spouting off curses so loud that spittle flies from his mouth. Issac just grins, looking down at Ethan as though granting him the first move. Ethan doesn’t hesitate. Within seconds, Leers begins smashing fists into Issac’s midsection, punches so swift and adrenaline-fueled that Issac staggers backwards against the assault.

Ethan pauses, winding another fist back looking to score again, but Issac blocks it. Entragian raises a boot high into the air, looking to smash it into Ethan’s face, but The Cult Leader ducks under the foot, and once in position he whips out a spinning back fist that connects with Issac’s kidney area. After taking a brief step back, Ethan fires off a stiff kick into Issac’s gut, which doubles the big man over.

Bryan Harris: I gotta admit; I’m surprised by this turn of events. I didn’t expect Leers to be this tenacious! He hasn’t given Issac even a smidge of breathing room.

Alan Ducard: Leers is bringing an incredibly hard-hitting style to the table, as I’m sure the fans can tell, because they hear the knuckles smacking against flesh.

The Cult Leader hits the ropes, running toward Issac with a full head of steam, and he runs RIGHT into a straight uppercut to the jaw. The force of the hit causes Ethan to flip in mid-air, landing on his stomach against the canvas. Once down, Issac reacts instantly, lifting a boot up as high as he can, and then CRUSHING it down on the back of Ethan’s skull, thus blasting his face against the mat with a nasty crunching sound. Meanwhile across the ring, Storm takes Benny down with a suplex, before starting in on him with knees to the ribs.

Jimmy Yates: And just like that, Issac got the better of the situation. Those uppercuts are deadly, and that unorthodox stomp seems to have really dazed Ethan Leers.

Bryan Harris: Of course it did, he practically curb stomped the boy into the canvas!

Alan Ducard: And keep an eye on Storm, who’s working over Benny’s ribs on the other side of the ring.

Benny Boy has made it up to his hands and knees, but Storm hits the ropes and kips off a kick right into the side of his ribs. Eli then hits the ropes looking for another attack on Benny Boy, but Entragian leans in and snaps a clothesline across his neck, cleanly cutting off Eli’s momentum and driving him to the canvas. Issac doesn’t stop there, forcefully grabbing Benny Boy and pulling him to his feet. The Ivory Terror uses that power advantage to negotiate Benny up into a military press, and then while taking a few steps to the side; he smashes Benny down right into the groin of Ethan Leers who was still down and recovering from the curb stomp.

Bryan Harris: OUCH! Issac just used another human being as a weapon. Benny’s torso met Ethan’s groin, and it was an unpleasant meeting for sure!

Alan Ducard: Truly an unpredictable style, you just never know what to expect from Entragian.

Jimmy Yates: And now with every other man down, Issac is standing tall in the center of the ring.

Entragian focuses his attention on the downed Leers, who is holding his groin and curling up into a fetal position. Issac grabs him by the arm and drags him to his feet, and then irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles. Entragian follows him in quick turnbuckle clothesline, and then he begins to unload on The
Cult Leader with sick punches.

LEFT BODY SHOT!

RIGHT JAB TO FACE!

SWINGING HOOK PUNCH TO THE FACE!

Then bringing his fist up in a perfect arch, Issac BLASTS Leers along the chin with yet another UPPERCUT!

Bryan Harris: BLIZZARD COMETH, say it with me boys!

Jimmy Yates: The combination is sure to take some of fire out of you, with Issac being one of the best strikers LEGACY has to offer.

Entragian grabs Ethan by the shoulders before he can slump down, and rudely lifts him up so that he’s sitting on the top turnbuckle. Issac switches his grip so that both hands are around Leer’s throat, then he swings him around and sits out, planting Ethan into the canvas with a sit-out choke bomb. Before
Issac can get to his feet though, Benny Boy runs in and boots him in the face, knocking him onto his back.

Jimmy Yates: I’ve never seen such POWER! Entragian just swung Ethan around like he was a puppet.

Alan Ducard: But just as quickly, Benny Boy took advantage of the opening, and now he’s stalking towards Eli Storm, who was leaning against the ropes to one side of the ring.

Benny runs in and hits a dropkick, driving both feet into one of Storm’s kneecaps. With Storm falling to one knee, Benny moves in, locking an arm around his neck and pulling him down to the canvas with a swift DDT. Benny’s up again, looking to continue the offense, but Leers cuts him off with a swinging neckbreaker. Leers is like a jackal, jumping right down after Benny and dragging him to his feet, before pushing him into one of the turnbuckles. Ethan steps back, then runs forward, diving with his feet through the ropes while at the same time hammering a forearm into Benny’s face. Benny leans forward; about to fall to the canvas, but Ethan stops him. While grabbing a hold of his head, Ethan drives Benny’s features into the mat with a facecrusher.

Jimmy Yates: Well I’m impressed by that onslaught, Ethan really stringing together a set of effective moves and putting Benny down. I think we’re going to see big things from this young man in the near future.

Bryan Harris: But LOOK OUT! Entragian just sat up.

Issac snaps up to a sitting position, his head turning towards Ethan, who’s feeding off his cult members loosely strewn throughout the crowd. Issac uses stealth, creeping up behind Ethan while slowly removing his iron cudgel from the sheath along his hip. In one fluid motion, Issac swings “The Slayer” and smacks it right against the spine of Ethan Leers. The Cult Leader reacts violently, his arms starting to spasm out and as he arches his back in pain. Issac quickly sheaths the iron club, and then snatches Ethan up into a sidewalk slam predicament, before planting him firmly across his knee with a backbreaker.

Alan Ducard: Bloody HELL! Whenever Issac brings out “The Slayer”, heads are sure to roll. That iron club should be banned from No Limits matches, because this crazed albino is so adept at doing untold amounts of damage with it.

Entragian lets Ethan fall to the canvas, before standing up, only to be BLASTED on both sides of the head by DUAL CHAIRCSHOTS!

Issac crumples down to the canvas immediately, and Storm and Benny Boy are left standing, both with steel chairs in hand. The two men then begin to circle each other. Benny raises his chair high over his head, but Storm takes advantage and drives the edge of his chair into Benny’s abdomen, forcing him to double over. Storm then whips his chair up, and right back down across the back and neck of Benny Jackson. Storm then focuses on Leers, who’s up to his knees near the ropes. Eli moves in, but Ethan scouts the attack, sweeping Eli’s legs out from under him and causing him to fall forward. The chair he was holding bounces against the ropes and smacks right back into his face, driving him to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: Talk about impact! Entragian just got blindsided by steel meeting both sides of his skull, and now the only man left standing after that steel chair battle is Ethan Leers.

Alan Ducard: It reminded me of something you would see in the coliseum, in a grudge war between gladiators.

Ethan is up, but he’s hurting. With one hand nursing his aching spine, Leers limps over towards Benny Boy, who’s still laid out. On the outside in the stands, the cult members roar their approval, feeding Ethan with their energy. Ethan scrapes Benny up by the hair, and then throws a few heavy punches into his face. Benny Boy stumbles backwards, blood gushing from his nose, only to be literally ripped off his feet and tossed over the shoulder of a now risen Albino Abomination. Benny flounders in the air and flies over the top rope, coming to a loud crash on the thin mats and concrete outside the ring. Once again, Issac and
Ethan are facing each other. Ethan’s face contorts with anger, and Issac appears to be SEETHING with rage.

Bryan Harris: Looks almost like history is repeating itself, because once again Ethan and Issac are face to face, just like at the start of this match.

Alan Ducard: There was a sickening crack when Benny Boy was thrown out of the ring to the outside, and I’ve got a feeling he’s out of this match for the time being.

Ethan runs forward, letting out a war cry, his fist drawn back to strike, but Issac shoots out his right hand and latches it around Ethan’s throat. Leer’s momentum comes to a halt, both hands going up to try and fight Issac’s vice grip. But Issac is relentless, his hand simply throttling Ethan’s throat with all the strength he can muster. Suddenly to one side of the ring, Storm makes it to his feet and bum rushes Issac, but Entragian catches him by the throat with his other hand. Using that ungodly power, Issac performs a one-armed chokeslam on Eli Storm, planting him against the canvas with authority and causing him to roll across the ring in pain. However Issac makes no move to chokeslam Ethan, instead seemingly content to just choke the life out of him.

Alan Ducard: That standing choke-hold is starting to worry me; Issac doesn’t appear to be in the mood to release it anytime soon. Ethan is in a bad spot right now.

Jimmy Yates: If this was a normal match, the official would be able to legally force Issac to break the hold, but this is a NO LIMITS match, and not much can be done to put a stop to this brutality.

Ethan’s complexion has turned a sallow purple color, and his eyes look to be almost bulging out of his head. He sputters and gasps, trying to draw in air, but Issac just tightens that hold on his windpipe. After a few more moments of vain struggling, Ethan drops down to both knees, but STILL Issac refuses to release the hold. Referee Fudrucker is screaming at Issac to let him loose, but Issac acts as though Fudrucker isn’t even there. A psychopathic grin spreads across the albino’s face, and he leans down and whispers into Ethan’s face, choking him out even more forcefully.

Entragian: Let’s hear you bahhhhh, sheep boy.

Jimmy Yates: Something needs to be done here, Issac’s gonna kill this man! Fudrucker needs to exercise his authority and stop this match!

Alan Ducard: He can’t, it’s still a No Limits match!

Ethan makes little choking sounds in his throat, several rivulets of spittle dripping down his chin, he beats at Issac’s forearm, his blows becoming weaker and weaker each time he raises his arms. Meanwhile Fudrucker has taken hold of Issac’s arm as well, and he’s trying desperately to pull it away from Ethan’s throat, but Issac is just too damn strong.

All of a sudden, “Hello Zepp” from the Saw Soundtrack reverberates through the arena speakers, and DAMIEN BLACK appears at the head of the ramp. He doesn’t move, simply staring down at Entragian as though tempting him to make a move. Issac straightens up, his eyes locking on Damien. His grin grows even wider, and he nods a few times, as if to say “That what you want?”

Alan Ducard: And what’s this now? Damien Black has just appeared at the top of the ramp, and he and Issac and sharing a tense staredown.

Bryan Harris: This could go from BAD to WORSE.

Entragian looks down at Ethan, and an expression of disgust crosses his face. In one swift motion, he throws Leers to the side as though he’s a rag doll, and in doing so effectively releases the chokehold. Leers lands on his back against the canvas, the imprint of Issac’s fingers standing out in stark red marks along his neck. He coughs and spits against the mat, finally able to draw in breaths.

Jimmy Yates: Well it appears that LUCK has shined down and it’s spotlight has landed on Ethan Leers, because he was in a bad position there for a moment.

Alan Ducard: Now this is strange, it appears that Entragian has simply lost interest in this match. After casting Ethan to the side, he’s now stalking up the ramp way toward Damien Black, who has already disappeared through the curtains backstage.

Issac continues along the ramp, and then, he parts the curtains and vanishes in pursuit of The Savior of Sadism. Instead of following him, the camera returns to the ring, where Leers has SOMEHOW managed to get to an unsteady vertical base. Eli Storm has also fought his way up, and now he makes a move towards Ethan, strapping him across the chest with a knife edge chop. Ethan responds in turn, SMACKING a headbutt into the bridge of Eli’s nose. Storm falls back against the ropes, but on the rebound he darts forward and drives a kick into Ethan’s midsection, doubling him over. Eli sees an opportunity, and pulls Ethan’s head down between his legs in a powerbomb position.

Jimmy Yates: Storm is thinking RATINGS BOOST! And with Ethan already severely weakened by that madman Entragian, I can see Eli hitting it right here and now.

Storm tightens his hold, looking for that flip-over piledriver, but at the last second Leers drop a few inches down, and SNAPS his head upward, smashing the back of his skull into Storm’s groin. Eli HOWLS, both hands forming a protective shield around his nether-regions as he stumbles backward. Ethan reacts without hesitation, booting Eli in the gut and running across the ring, hitting the ropes on the rebound. As he comes up on Storm, he LEAPS into the air, planting both knees along Storm’s back, and then in an incredibly fluid motion, he whips himself down to the canvas back-first, cracking both knees against Storm’s spine.

Alan Ducard: Ethan calls that The Revolution Breaker, and now we see why! Storm’s spine could be snapped in half after a move like that.

The Cult Leader drops down on top of Storm, pulling back a leg as far as it’ll go. Ref Fudrucker is right down there with him, pelting a palm against the mat.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE!

Devastation: Well if it isn’t Adam Davis. Nice win out there tonight.

Davis pats his title with a smug grin.

Adam Davis: Yea, what can I say, I am taking quite the shine to this bad boy. Besides, it was nice to prove my point about that mouthy prick Thomas. People can't just cross me and pretend all it good and peachy keen.

Devastation nods when hearing Davis, but his focus turns the belt itself.

Devastation: Yeah, you’ve had quite the run with that belt so far. Everyone seems to be giving you a lot of praise because of that.

Adam Davis: I wouldn't go that far. People believe I have the talent, but I think they are more interested in how I can cut some bitch with my words and then be forced to back it up. Everyone likes seeming that polarizing asshole either rise above the rest or get taken back down to reality. There isn't much in between with them, I am loved or hated, but either way, I still am no where near getting the props I deserve for what I have done, and CAN DO in this business.

Devastation, seeing Davis is a little touchy, gives a very cool smile of his own, and feigns honesty.

Devastation: Of course, it’s one thing to beat Justin Moreno or John Thomas. It’s quite another to say you’ve beat the best technical wrestler in the world. Not many guys can say that.

Davis' eyes light up like a kid seeing that first bike under a Christmas tree.

Adam Davis: Please Dev. You know better to say that kind of sh*t around me. A lot of guys say they can't be stopped for X amount of reasons, but like usual,

Davis gives Devastation the once over with a smug grin.

Adam Davis: I find ways to prove them wrong and put them in their proper place. Too bad some of these elitist asshole fans don't know how to operate their computers or expand their wrestling palate, or else they would know damn well who the better wrestler is.

Devastation: Yeah, you’re one of the few, but I would phrase it fighter. Whether you can match me hold for hold is yet to be seen. You know, come to think of it, I never did get that rematch for the OPW world championship.

Adam Davis: What can I say? When you shatter enough egos and c**kslap enough people with the brutal truths that they don't want to hear, your schedule as a competitor gets pretty full. Didn't help that every asshole with a pulse wants a shot at the Champion just to make their life and career worth a nickle.

Devastation once again calmly nods, but then brings in his focus and tone to a more intense level, especially when he once again finds his eyes on the gold.

Devastation: So here’s what I want from you Adam. I want a shot at that Tao of Valor championship at the pay-per-view. I want the greatest wrestler in the world to stand toe to toe with the Iceman once again. You had your shot at my legacy when we were in your backyard. Now, its time for you to grant me that same courtesy.

Adam bites his lip, and shurgs while moving his head about as if heavily contemplating what was just said. His cold blue eyes flicker and he looks up, taking a step closer to Devastation so they are nose to nose.

Adam Davis: Look, Dev. You want that chance so bad? Fine. But I hope you know losing in that many title matches in a short time will look pretty nasty on that little resume you have in these parts. I do not back down from anyone. Not you, not Eli, not even the immortal Greyson Blade if push came to shove. I don't give a sh*t what those fans and wrestling insiders in these parts rate you in terms of greatness. I'm better. I will prove it.

Devastation, chuckles, but keeps himself all business and composed.

Devastation: Just be prepared to say goodbye to that title of yours because this time there’s no way in hell I’m coming up short. I just hope you realize if this is a token match just what token it will be..

Devastation continues walking up the hallway the way he came, letting his shoulder push into Davis. Adam looks at him for a moment or two as Devastation walks past our camera and out of sight. Adam then stops and thinks, letting Devastation's words sink in.

There’s a slight rapping of knuckle meeting door outside the makeshift “office” that LEGACY personnel have set up for their front office representative, Smith Cartwright. Sitting behind a metal desk with papers hanging loosely out the side of a manilla folder with the word “ACQUISITIONS” written in bold black marker, Cartwright looks up towards the door where the knocking originated from.

Smith Cartwright: Come in..

The door opens slightly and suddenly LEGACY road agent Carter Franklin pokes his head in. A sheepish demeanor is ever-so apparent and although Smith Cartwright immediately picks up on it, he shows the half-skittish man enough respect to ignore it and proceed with business.

Smith Cartwright: Hey, Carter. Good to see you. What can I do for you?

Carter Franklin: I tracked “them” and “him” down like you asked, Mr. Cartwright..

Cartwright nods, and stands up from behind the desk.

Smith Cartwright: Excellent. I assume they’re outside the door, there?

Carter nods.

Smith Cartwright: Good. Bring “them” in, and tell “him” to wait just a few more minutes.

Again, Carter nods.

Carter Franklin: Yessir, Mist-

Before Carter can even finish his sentence and turn around, Joey and Conrad, still adorned in the ridiculous golfing attire and GEICO cavemen make-up as seen earlier, poke their heads in the room like a classic scene stolen directly from of the three stooges.

Joey: Hello...

Conrad: Hello...

Joey & Conrad: ...

They look at each other for a moment.

Conrad: Yo, I think dat sh** only works wit’ three people..

Joey: You right, dawg. Whoooops...

Conrad: But I got good news, son...

Joey: Word?

Conrad: Sh** yeah, n***a!! I just saved a BUNCHA’ muthaf***in’ money on car insurance by switchin’ to GEICO!!

Cartwright points his head down into the ground, closing his eyes. Rubbing the temples of his head for a moment, he sighs loudly, obviously frustrated over this duo. Joey looks on at Cartwright, trying not to crack up.

Joey: ‘Sup, boss man? You needed to see us or sum’fin?

Looking up at his counterparts, Cartwright does his best to keep his composure.

Smith Cartwright: Actually? Yes, I did need to see you two. And... it’s rather important. You see, I cannot allow you two gentlemen to walk around LEGACY events and promote drug abuse. Because essentially, as you two continue to make jokes about smoking “weed” on our televised broadcasts, that is what you two are doing.

Joey and Conrad look at each other, feigning surprise with ridiculous “o faces”.

Smith Cartwright: Advocating the use of marijuana in a public venue such as the wrestling business is not only a cause for termination from the very company you represent, but it is a pretty poor choice to make as role models for the young demographic that happen to catch our programming on a steady basis. I know you boys are from the “streets” and everything, and this sort of behavior may be acceptable in the “minor leagues” or wherever it is you come from, but the simple fact remains that Belote Enterprises is a multi-million dollar, worldwide media conglomerate, and our company.... which, as soon as you signed on the dotted line as a member of this roster, became YOUR company... will not stand for such controversial behavior.

Joey and Conrad start scratching their heads.

Joey: So what, yo? You... you firin’ us or some’fin?

Conrad: That’s f***ed up, dawg!!

Cartwright waves his hands.

Smith Cartwright: No, no, boys. I am not firing you. In fact, I am going to HELP you. You see, I understand how having a background such as yours may prevent you two from having a smooth transition into this business of ours. I am an understanding, man, you two will quickly find out. I also listen to the fans of our company. And so far, from what I’ve read, what with the constant e-mails and mail-in letters that fans of LEGACY continually send in, you two are a big hit.

Conrad looks at Joey, and suddenly both of them break out into fits of laughter.

Smith Cartwright: Okay, poor choice of words.... [Stifling a little laugh of his own in the humor of his unintentional pun.]... what I’m trying to say, is that you can thank your devoted fans for allowing you to keep your jobs in LEGACY.

Conrad and Joey look relieved over this news. Before they can say anything, though, Cartwright continues.

Smith Cartwright: I am not convinced at all, however, that you two will learn from this lesson on your own. And since I cannot, nor will I, tolerate another incident such as you physically embarrassing a road agent with sophomoric behavior in a public bathroom again, I am enforcing three new decrees, as handed down from the president of LEGACY himself, Rob Belote. The first one being, you will no longer be known as “Homies Gettin’ High”, nor will there be any mentions of the name ever again on a live broadcast. Promo, STRIFE, and any other means of public scrutiny.

Joey & Conrad:...

Smith Cartwright: The second one being, curbing your explicit language. Using any form of that derogatory term you two have frequently thrown around without a care in the world from here on out, will earn you a swift warning, followed by an even swifter suspension from your LEGACY contracts.

Joey sighs. Conrad scoffs.

Conrad: Which one, dawg? Sh**?

Joey: F***?!

Conrad: C***?!

Joey: D***?

Joey: Muthaf-

Smith Cartwright: ENOUGH! You know which one I’m talking about, so don’t make me explain it any further!!

They both nod, obviously frustrated by these sudden “decrees”.

Smith Cartwright: The third and final decree I am handing out is the one that I truly believe will turn your “image” around in LEGACY and help you climb to the top of the LEGACY ladder in no time flat. Unbeknownst to the rest of the locker room, LEGACY has just finalized contract negotiations with a brand new wrestling acquisition. He is in fact an experienced competitor who has seen the highs and lows in a vast array of wrestler’s lifestyles. He is a man who believes in having good morals and strong family values. He is a man with championship accolades to his credit, having accumulated them over the years via natural ability rather than illegal performance enhancing drugs. He is... this man. [ Slight pause. ] Carter? You still out there?

Joey and Conrad look back outside the office where Carter Franklin is standing again, trying to appear as if he hadn’t been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Carter Franklin: Yeah boss. You want “him” now?

Smith Cartwright: Indeed I do, Carter.

Carter nods and takes a step back... and the man they speak of appears from the side of the room with a very bright, almost self-help author-esque, glowing smile stretching across his face.

Former SHOOT Project Revolution Champion Ethan 'NC-17' Madsen casually strides into the office with an air of enthusiasm about him, zipping up his pants and discarding a pornographic magazine in the wastebasket. Before anybody can react, the faux-hawked superstar grabs Cartwright up in a fierce handshake, eliciting a puzzled reaction that quickly turns into mild disgust. Cartwright wipes the sticky material on his suit pants as Madsen turns to both Joey and Conrad, a wry smirk plastered on his face.

NC-17: Joey? Conrad? I'm NC-Seven...er, ahem, aheh heh, Mr. Ethan Madsen. You may have heard of me...I used to work for a little place called SHOOT Project? Mr. Cartwright here...a very generous man by the way...I appreciate you letting me borrow your limousine for the afternoon, and I promise it wasn't me who pissed on the floor...

Smith Cartwright: Er...I don't remember...letting you...

Carter Franklin raises a finger as if he's just remembered something important.

Carter Franklin: Ah, yes sir. I forgot to tell you he-

NC-17: (interrupting) Mr. Cartwright here came to me with a problem, guys. He's explained to me that he's got two very talented, but VERY disillusioned athletes that are kind of...running amok, and he doesn't really know what to do with them. He thinks they just need a little guidance. You know? A nudge in the right direction...and we BOTH think that somebody like me...somebody who stays AWAY from pot-smoking and swear words, the wild orgies and needless public nudity, driving under the influence and impersonating a police officer, beating off before a big wrestling match and f***ing the neighbor's cat, overdosing on heroin and spying on Laura Seton through a hole in the women's bathroom ceiling...

Smith Cartwright: (clearing his throat anxiously) AHEM.

NC-17:...we think somebody like that...somebody like ME...can help you guys see the light.

Conrad and Joey, not sure what to make of the situation, look NC-17 up and down, trying to size the man up.

Joey: You fo’real, yo? You mean to tell me dat you givin’ us a f***in’ babysitter, dawg?

Conrad: I think he is, cuz.

Cartwright clears his throat again, interjecting.

Smith Cartwright: Oh yes, Mr. Madsen here is very “for real”, and while I wouldn’t personally consider Mr. Madsen here a “babysitter”, you two can look at it however you please. Mr. Madsen, who himself was once led down a very dark path by the crushing vices of humanity, is a changed man. And despite my initial reservations in allowing you two to continue running around LEGACY like a couple of undisciplined teenagers? I strongly believe that having a sponsor such as this man standing directly at your side, showing you the “light”, will benefit not only you two, but LEGACY as a whole.

NC-17 confidently walks behind Joey and Conrad, draping both of his arms over their shoulders, his smile widening.

NC-17: Why the long faces, guys? I think we're gonna get along just fine. I tell ya what. Why don't you and me and you...why don't we get off to brand new start TONIGHT? Huh? We can start by getting rid of any and all illicit drugs you may happen to have on you....

He leans in wolfishly, lowering his voice considerably.

NC-17:...if you know what I mean.

Jimmy Yates: WWBB have to be the fan favorites in the match by default but they are also heavy underdogs going into the match.

Bryan Harris: Well, both The Diabolik and El Chupacabra are former World Tag Team Champions, so I’d say with that kind of talent and experience, WWBB would be at a huge disadvantage. Then, considering the other two teams, I’d have to favor The Diabolik.

Jimmy Yates: That surprises me Bryan, you’ve always been a huge fan of El Chupacabra.

Bryan Harris: Athletically I think they are best team in LEGACY, but with some of the “internal issues” they seem to be having, I know they can’t be one hundred percent focused on this match, and to beat The Diabolik you have to be at your peak.

Alan Ducard: Well gentlemen, we’ll see who the new number one contenders are in just a few moments as we take everyone to footage of this number one contenders match.

FLASH!

Cameras around the arena capture the flying form of Diego Cardenas as he leaps high into the air off the top turnbuckle onto Kevin Oppenheimer’s shoulders, and then flipping him over with the hurricanrana! As Diego rolls through into the pin, James Win comes off the ropes and kicks Diego in the head. The All-Star then runs for the ropes, and leaps off looking for his lionsault-esque trademark move …

Alan Ducard: SHOOTING STA—NO! Oppenheimer gets the knees up and buries them into Win’s abdomen! Kevin is up and that miss may prove costly for The Diabolik! Oppenheimer with the fireman’s carry DD-Win lands on his feet! Boot to the gut by The All-Star, and DDT-No! Oppenheimer charges and drives Win back into his corner! There’s the tag to Katsuro Yoshida.

Jimmy Yates: Good work on controlling the ring from WWBB, and here comes Yoshida into the mix driving a shoulder into Win’s stomach … but here comes Diego from behind! The school boy roll-up!

Alan Ducard: ONE

TWO

THREE-NO!

Diego almost stole this match for El Chupacabra.

Bryan Harris: That would have been a great time for the outside team members to get involved, but we really haven’t seen the “illegal man” being involved much for any team. It’s almost as if each team is playing this more methodically rather than just looking to throw down and wreak havoc in there.

Out of the roll-up, Diego quickly comes off the ropes and hits a shining wizard on Katsuro as he tries to stand, and then turns to Win, and runs to the corner and his a moonsault kick out of the corner. Diego then looks for the Irish whip and sends Win off to the ropes. Win pulls up using the ropes to stop his momentum. Diego runs in and leaps up to the shoulders, looking for his second ‘rana attempt of the match. Gryffin reaches through the ropes and grabs Win around the sternum, stopping Diego’s momentum, and allowing him to …

Alan Ducard: POWERBOMB! Win powerbombs Diego with the assist to Anselm, and now Win flips through the legs with the bridge pin!

ONE

TWO

NO! Yoshida is there to break up the pin with the elbow, but Win moves and Yoshida hits Diego! Win now with the tag to Anselm, and Yoshida meets him with a shot to the face.

Jimmy Yates: Gryffin fires back with a shot, and now we’ve got both guys trading blows in the middle of the ring.

Bryan Harris: That’s giving Diego a chance to recover. He’s crawling towards his corner.

Just as Anselm gains the upper hand hitting three straight right hands, Yoshida comes back with a brutal elbow that connects with Gryffin just below the eye, driving the powerhouse backwards. Yoshida follows up with a head butt, and a knee to the gut against the ropes. Katsuro then sends Anselm off with the Irish whip, but Gryffin reverses. Yoshida comes back across the ring and Gryffin scoops him and takes Katuro up and over with a powerslam, as Diego tags in Hector.

Alan Ducard: Anselm grounds Yoshida with the big powerslam, but I don’t think he sees Hector, and Rodgriguez plants and … SUPERKICK! He just caught Anselm flush in the jaw, and down he goes. Rodriguez with the pin!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Yoshida with the falling headbutt on Hector to break up the pin! Yoshida now with Hector hooked and he takes him up and over with the vertical suplex, and Yoshida floats over for the pin!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO! Hector gets the shoulder up and Yoshida now pulling Hector up and he tosses him to the buckles of his corner, and there’s the clothesline in the buckles, and the tag to Kevin Oppenheimer.

Jimmy Yates: Good decision here by Kasturo to get the fresh man back in the ring, and now Oppenheimer with The Legend of Guy Fawkes! He’s just brutalizing Hector with those bionic elbow shots!

Bryan Harris: Hector needs time out here, and he just might get it because here comes Gryffin Anselm! Gryffin hooks Kevin from behind and takes him back up and over with the belly to back suplex!

Alan Ducard: Back and forth this match goes, and I have to wonder what Domination is thinking of the action here tonight. After their promos this week I know they are ready to take on any team of the three, but after The Diabolik’s recent actions they seem to especially want to face off with The Diabolik.

Jimmy Yates: All three teams would be great competition for Domination, but The Diabolik struck close to home with their attack on The Outlaw.

Bryan Harris: Well, they better be careful what they wish for Jimbo.

Gryffin pulls Oppenheimer up and tosses him to the ropes, and on the rebound catches him with a big clothesline. Anselm then pulls Oppenheimer up and hooking the arm takes him up and delivers a huge jackhammer slam into the middle of the ring!

Alan Ducard: Anselm with the Jackhammer slam and now he goes for the pin! The cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Hector breaks up the pin, and he knees Gryffin in the face! There’s a another knee to the face, and now he pulls Anselm up and there’s a jumping knee to the face, and a roundhouse kick sends Anselm to the canvas. Now Hector with the cover on Anselm!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Win pulls Anselm’s boot on the ropes to break it up, and that has NOT made Diego happy. Cardenas is now coming over along the apron to Win, jawing with him.

Jimmy Yates: Diego now close to Win, and The All-Star slaps Diego!

Bryan Harris: So much for the methodical approach!

Diego elbows Win in the face, knocking him off the apron, and then once on the floor, he sends The All-Star into the railing. The brawl continues on the outside as Yoshida screams for Oppenheimer to get over and make the tag with the advantage in hand.

Alan Ducard: WWBB is the team with a fresh man to tag! Oppenheimer is going for his corner, and here comes Rodriguez to stop him! Hector grabs the leg and pulls Kevin away! Oppenheimer boots Rodriguez, knocking him back, and Kevin tries to stand … YAKUZA KICK TO OPPENHEIMER!

Hector goes to cover Oppenheimer, but as Yoshida tries to break up the pin, Diego takes Katsuro’s legs out from under him on the outside. He hits jaw first on the apron, and Win then attacks Diego, slamming him head first on the apron.

Alan Ducard: Anselm breaks up the pin on Oppenheimer! Anselm tosses Hector over the top rope! He’s waiting for Kevin to stagger up and … DEVASTATOR! Gryffin drives Kevin’s skull into the canvas after that vicious Yakuza kick from Hector!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Bryan Harris: The longest reigning tag team champions are back at the doorstep gentlemen, and Domination had better be prepared, because The Diabolik is back.

Bryan Harris: Oh great, here comes more front office crap…

Jimmy Yates: With everything going on here tonight, I bet this is important, otherwise Smith Cartwright wouldn’t waste our time with it.

Not acknowledging the fans, Smith simply gets to the bottom of the ramp and walks up the steel steps and enters the ring where he is handed a microphone from Josephina Colbert. Once his music dies under, Smith lifts the microphone.

Smith Cartwright: Since I can’t do this without certain people present, I first need to call “The Outlaw” Greyson Blade to come out here. I sent someone to your locker room to get you, Greyson, so I know you should be back there waiting for this by now, so come on out.

Without any theme song, Greyson Blade walks out from backstage, looking a little confused. Smith motions for him to come to the ring, and The Outlaw obliges. Once Greyson gets to the ring, Smith lifts the microphone again.

Smith Cartwright: And I also need to call Crash and Gryffin Anselm out.

The excitement level grows, and a few moments later, the members of The Diabolik walk out onto the entrance stage, looking equally confused.

Smith Cartwright: Guys, as we heard earlier tonight, LEGACY X will see Greyson Blade step into the ring against Crash… a match which obviously has tall implications, being that both of you have been LEGACY World Champion before. But guys? With the importance level of this match, we can’t afford to have it end in controversy.

Interests are piqued.

Smith Cartwright: There’s a guy backstage right now who has recently signed a contract with LEGACY… a lot of that going around right now, by the way… This guy… he’s a legend. I didn’t have to think twice about offering him a contract, because I knew one way or another he could make a BIG impact on LEGACY, and the rest of the front office agreed. I talked to him a couple minutes ago, proposed a concept to him, he accepted, and so now it’s time that we let everyone know what was decided. The best way to do that… is to let him tell you all himself.

As "If You Want Blood...You Got It" by AC/DC starts to play over the sound system, the LEGACY Vision jumbotron blinks to life and we see a silver-haired man with an eye patch covering one eye. Barely visible is a black leather vest covering a purple shirt with a diamond on it. A large portion of the fans pop huge as they immediately recognize Del Carver on the screen.

Diamond Del Carver: Howdy boys. I been hearing a lot of stuff about the goings on round here...and sounds like the powers that be need somebody to make sure the fans don't get ripped off... they deserve to get their big match with no nonsense coming from outside. They needed somebody to keep the peace...and made the call.

The fans begin cheering again, and when it dies down, Del continues.

Diamond Del Carver: Well as of now, as far as you two are concerned, I'm the Sheriff in town, you all know me, so I’m not going to waste your time by talking about how seriously I’m taking this. I ain't gonna go on and on about how fair I am, and how I'm a call this thing right down the line as a completely impartial, incorruptible official representing this here fine organization.

A modest level of cheering kicks up.

Diamond Del Carver: What I’m going to do right now is to just make my introduction to LEGACY. Anyone out there who doesn’t know who I am by now… ask the person next to you who can’t believe that Hall of Famer Diamond Del Carver is now a part of LEGACY. See y'all at the big show boys, and remember...you'll be following the rules your way, or you'll be forced to do it MY WAY..

The fans again pop huge and Del Carver gives them a wink. We then see Smith Cartwright, who looks very proud of the announcement. Greyson Blade looks satisfied, and both members of The Diabolik have a look of determination mixed with anger on their faces.

Katsuro: What's the meaning of this?! You will be in no condition to wrestle at Legacy X, so why?!

Mirage: Just in case you idiots didnt get the message earlier, maybe now you'll get it. And do me a favor, show up at Legacy X anyway...cuz this injury ain't gonna stop me from being there.

Bryan Harris: And Herbert J. Moxley.

Jimmy Yates: You're ridiculous.

Bryan Harris: Don't blame ME. Al's over there creaming his shorts about all the former and current world champions... I just wanted to let the world know that Herb was in the match too. Its my job, I'm a color commentator. I commentated. Unlike you, Yates. You just nag and nag and nag.

Alan Ducard: If I could finish my intro, gents? - Long time friends, men who have battled together, in Loco Martinez and the recently returning Herbert J. Moxley find themselves toe to toe with two of Legacy's finest. Does their collective mindset... their unity play in their favor in this match, Jimmy?

Jimmy Yates: I think so, Al. Loco and Mox have traveled together. Fought together. They've even competed against each other. They know one another. They trust one another. A lot of tag team wrestling is predicated on communication and trust. Two "X" - no pun intended - Factors that definitely play in their favor.

Bryan Harris: What of the fact that Moxley hasn't been in a match in... to get all "geeky"... LIGHT YEARS. He has more ring moss on him than a hybernating Troll. He's gonna move in that ring like a taun-taun that's about to freeze up... He's-

Alan Ducard: We get the point, Bryan. Moxley's ring rust could be a factor, and if he gets isolated from Loco Martinez for a long period of time? It could be bad things for the two buddies. Lets see how things played out.

Bryan Harris: He learned that move in the seventh grade.

Alan Ducard: He was a Junior High school wrestler?

Bryan Harris: No. Learned it escaping bullies. I hear he has the "perfect counter" for an atomic wedgie.

Jimmy Yates: *sigh*

Mox is back to his feet and rubs at his shoulder trying to ease the pain. Devastation gets up and methodically heads towards Moxley. Moxley backs into the corner looking around nervously for an escape. As soon as he senses Dev is close enough he steps up onto the bottom rope and launches himself out with a flying forearm. It connects rocking the bigger man and sending him to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Yukon flying forearm!!

Bryan Harris: Man... I thought that awful trend had stopped.

Moxley scurries and makes a quick cover.

One...

Two.NO

Devastation kicks out authoritatively. Mox flying off of him.

Alan Ducard: Impressive power from the former champ.

Mox gets up undeterred shaking his head, a fire in his eye.

Bryan Harris: He's geeking up!

Devastation meets him Mox nails a european uppercut, and then follows that up with a headbutt to center of Devastation's chest. Dev staggers back. Mox bounces off the ropes and leaps nailing a dropkick. Dev staggers back further and ends up leaning on the top rope. Mox smirks at this and points at Dev, the crowd roars as Mox takes off at full speed leaping with a full forced high cross body.

Devastation catches him!

Crowd: OOooohhh.

A look of worry is now on Moxley's face as Devastation turns and nails a fall away slam. The force of the throw carries Herbie Jay clear across the ring, nearly out of the ring. Devastation heads over to continue to attack, and walks near his corner and X-Calibur reaches out and slaps Dev in the shoulder, tagging himself in. Dev doesn't look pleased, but gestures to X that Moxley is "all his". Devastation steps out and X buries a series of boots into the midsection of Moxley. He turns and shoots a dagger filled glare at Loco Martinez before nailing another wicked stomp. X drags Mox back into the ring, scoops him up and bodyslams him down. He drops a the point of his elbow across moxley's forehead, and quickly floats over hooking the near leg.

One...

Two...

Th-NO.

Alan Ducard: If Moxley can't make the tag? This thing might be over.

X gets up and continues on the attack. He picks up Moxley and nails a huge overhead-release belly to belly suplex. He is back up and on the offensive continuing his attack on Moxley. He stalks, and as Moxley gets up he buries a boot in X's gut. He bounces off the ropes and looks for running clothesline, but X-Calibur sees it coming. Ducks. And as Mox passes reaches and grabs Herbert's head and drives him down violently with a neck breaker. X-Calibur makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Thr-NO!

Alan Ducard: Moxley continues to battle valiantly.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and lets look on the bright side, his kick outs from pin fall attempts are totally rust free by now.

X-Calibur gets up with a smirk. He waits for Mox. And when Mox gets up X whips him off the ropes. He goes for a clothesline, Mox ducks and bounces off the far ropes. X doubles over for a back body drop and Moxley leap frogs him. Gets to the ropes and leaps to the middle rope, and launches himself back twisting into a cross body position. It nails the unsuspecting X-Calibur. Both men crash to the mat. The crowd leaps to their feet cheering. X stirs as the referee's count hits three. Moxley looks towards Loco who is urging him on as he crawls trying ot make the tag. He is inches away. Moxley reaches his hand up. Loco stretches out, his tip toes barely touching the apron. Strain on both men's face quickly becomes dejection...

Alan Ducard: X grabs the foot and pulls Mox away from Loco.

Bryan Harris: Not so fast Mox!

Mox hops on one leg as X-Calibur holds his other leg by the ankle. Mox looks around nervously, but nimbly swings around with an enzugiri that X sees coming and ducks, still holding onto the leg, but Mox isn't done as soon as he lands back on his foot he leaps again, but doesn't turn with the enzugiri instead just kicks straight back with a mule kick that staggers X enough that Mox is able to free his leg. He leaps, and the crowd roars as makes the tag to Loco. Loco slings himself over the top rope and goes to the middle of the ring where he and X-Calibur stand eye to eye. The crowd loses it as the two size each other with a smirk.

Alan Ducard: Can you say 'preview'?

Flashbulbs pop frantically as the two begin to circle one another. Loco winds up. X winds up. Both deliver right hands simultaneously, which rock each other a step or two back. Again then come back to the center of the ring with smirks. Rubbing their respective jaws. They circle again. Both men again wind up, but both are faking each kicks up violently with their right foot. Both men double over from the kick. Loco goes to a knee, as he attempts to catch his breath.

Jimmy Yates: Freaky. Maybe there's something in the water in Philly.

As X stands up fully taking a deep breath, he approaches Loco who's still on a knee. As soon as he's close enough Loco reaches out and sweeps a leg. He makes a quick cover.

One..

T-NO

X pushes Loco up over his head quickly. Both men to their feet. Loco whips X off the ropes. Drops to the mat, X runs over. X off the ropes, Loco leap frogs him when he gets back. X off the ropes one more time, Loco drops down again, but this time X stops right before stepping of Martinez and drops an driving headbutt across Loco's back. He stands quickly. Nails an elbow across Loco's back. He gets up quickly again and drops a knee this time. He's up one more time, and drives a violent stomp.

Jimmy Yates: *half singing* Head... shoulder... knees and toes.... knees and toes.

X picks up Loco and delivers a quick snap suplex. He floats over for a cover...

One...

Two...

Nope.

X is back on his feet brings Loco up and goes for a short arm clothesline, but Loco ducks and drops back with a soccer styled bicycle kick that catches X in back of the head. X goes down and both men are down.

Jimmy Yates: A little known Loco Martinez fact he was the leading scorer for his youth soccer team from ages 9 to 12.

Bryan Harris: Wow... I thought you couldn't get anymore useless.

The crowd begins dueling "Lets go Loco" ... "Lets go X-Cal" chants as the two men get back to their feet. X rocks Loco with a right hand. Loco answers with a stiff kick to the body. X with another right hand that staggers Loco. But Loco snaps back another kick to the body. The crowd roaring with each shot. X winds up for another right but Loco drops down nailing a drop kick to X-Calibur's knee. Loco bounces up, and off the ropes and does a baseball slide drop kick into the same side the two kicks landed on before. Loco up again, and nails a quick standing moonsault. Loco then puts X in a hammer lock, shoots a half nelson and slowly gets X over into a pinning predicament.

One...

Two..-NO!

Alan Ducard: A nice maneuver by Loco Martinez that nearly secured his team the victory.

Loco is back up and brings X-Calibur with him. He whips X off the ropes. Leaps up to X's shoulders looking for a hurricanrana, but X uses his power to catch him and drive him down violently with a powerbomb.

Jimmy Yates: Game Changer!

Both men are down. The referee starts his double count. He gets to three and X-Calibur is up, and Loco has started to get to his knees. X drops an elbow across Loco's back flattening him to the mat. He brings Loco up. Nails a Northern Lights Suplex - With a bridge!

Alan Ducard: Blimey!

Jimmy Yates: Is that "Blame Iley" for short?

Aland Ducard: uhh...

Bryan Harris: Stop.

One...

two...

Thre-no! Loco shoulders out of X-Calibur's version of the Tyne Bridge. X brings Loco to his feet. Whips him hard into the corner, and follows up with a clothesline that rattles Martinez's teeth. He then drives a quick succession of three shoulders into Loco's ribcage. He takes Loco by the wrist for another whip, but adjusts sending Loco into the ropes, he drops down looking for his spinebuster, but Loco leaps and outstretches his arms front hyand springing off of X's shoulders. He lands on one knee, bounces up quickly, hits the ropes himself and as X turns is nailed with a spinning heel kick. The crowd stands and applauds the athleticism. Both men down.

Alan Ducard: Loco with quite the rush, but he's still feeling the affects of X-Calibur's offense.

Loco stirs and grabs X and drives him back into his and Moxley's corner. He reaches up and tags Mox in. The two nod at one another and leap up onto the middle rope, each placing one leg on X's thigh and they roll back wards together.

Alan Ducard: Double Monkey flip?!

The two exchange a high ten, and as X gets up they deliver a tandem drop kick that sends the champ to the mat. Loco gives Mox a "go get 'em tiger" slap on the back. Mox runs and nails a leaping splash. He hooks the leg.

One...

Two..NO! X shoulders out with authority. Mox is back up, he waits for X to get up, and when he does get up he bounces off the ropes and nails a bulldog take down. He jumps up pumping his fists. Runs to the ropes. Leaps to the middle rope and launches himself back.

Alan Ducard: Asai Moonsault!

But instead of catching X, X catches him by lifting his knees up. Mox's torso lands across the raised knees.

Jimmy Yates: That did negative 7 points damage.

X is up and heads over to his corner and slaps Dev in. Dev is in and as Mox gets up holding his ribs Dev levels him with a clothesline. He brings Mox up to his feet and quickly locks in an abdominal stretch.

Alan Ducard: Working those ribs that just got compressed!

Jimmy Yates: - and don't forget that shoulder X and Dev were working before. That's being being worked with the way Dev has the stretch locked in.

Bryan Harrs: Plus if Mox wants to get out of the hold the bum shoulder won't be much help trying to squirm or fight his way out especially with Dev's weight advantage.

There's a moment of stunned silence at the announce table. In the ring Devastation works the abdominal stretch.

Alan Ducard: .... nice work gents.

In the ring Mox is reaching for the ropes with his free arm. Unfortunately he's a good four feet away.

Jimmy Yates: He really needs a Go-Go Gadget Arm right about now.

Bryan Harris: I knew it couldn't last. It was only a matter of time before Jimmy, "Yates-ed" up the room.

Dev continues to work on the abdominal stretch, and Mox looks around, before his eyes widen with an idea. He squirms INTO the Abdominal stretch. Wincing while he does it.

Bryan Harris: He just made it worse on himself.

Alan Ducard: He knows he's in trouble and he's taking a risk to try to get out of it.

Jimmy Yates: Or he's a sadist.

Mox then takes his free leg and brings it back around the leg Devastation is using to neutralize Moxley's right leg. Essentially grape vining Devastation's leg. He works his leg back around, and up Dev's leg, wincing all the while. He then takes a deep breath and pulls Devastation's leg using both of his legs, which makes Devastation lose balance. Mox uses that to free his arm, and falls to the mat, and turns and rolls up Devastation.

One...

Two...

TH-NO!

Alan Ducard: Moxley gets himself out of another jam, and nearly gets the win!

Moxley is back up and stands at the ready as Dev gets up methodically, keeping things at his pace.

Devsatation gets up and stands ready, his eyes fixed on his opponent as Moxley looks around as if trying to determine the best way to proceed. With reckless abandon Moxley charges at Devastation and the two lock up. After a brief struggle Herbert is quickly overpowered by Devastation applies a wrist lock and Moxley finds himself rolling forward while the lock is still applied to keep from having his arm dislocated. Herb stumbles quickly back to his feet, still in the lock, and delivers some quick kicks to Devatation's midsection in attempt to break free, Herb manages to slip his arm free after the third kick and starts literally running in the opposite direction as Devastation looks to lock up again…

Alan Ducard: Moxley obviously learned he's no match for devastation in a straight grapple.

Jimmy Yates: His tentativeness means he can't build momentum.

Bryan Harris: His nerdiness means he's destined to roam the earth without lunch money.

Devastation moves after Moxley who has his back to his opponent. Moxley looks over his shoulder and suddenly plants his hands on the ground as if he was about to do a hand stand and catches Devastation with a handspring MULE KICK to the chest. Devastation stumbles back, coughing once from some wind being knocked out of him. Moxley is back on his feet and facing his opponent and suddenly forward before snapping into a SPINNING HEEL KICK that catches devastation across the face. The crowd cheers as Devastation stumbles back a few more steps, losing his balance. Determined, Devastation shakes out the cobwebs and comes for Moxley who suddenly stands on one foot with his left knee raised and holds his arms apart – Devastation walks right into a CRANE KICK.

Bryan Harris: What is he, the Karate Kid?

Jimmy Yates: Something like that! Herbert calls that the "Super Sweet Ninja Kick!"

Moxley looks surprised the move connects and even more surprised when Devastation goes down. Herb suddenly runs away from his opponent, then jumps onto the low rope with both feet before executions a springboard moonsault – The crowd cheers as the move connects and Moxley goes for the pin.

Alan Ducard: He hits it this time. This could be it!

One...

Two...

Thre-NO!

Mox leaps to his feet and points to his tag team partner, the crowd roars approvingly. He walks over and slaps Loco in. Loco steps into the ring and both he and Mox go over and take Devastation down with a double DDT. Both men are up lightning quick and bounce off opposite ropes and baseball slide into each side of Devastation.

Alan Ducard: Unique double team moves from Loco and Moxley.

Dev grasps at his ribs as Loco nails a standing senton. Loco gets up and plants his right knee into the ribs of Dev and grabs his left arm and pulls back in a modified arm bar.

Alan Ducard: With that added pressure on his ribs this hold is most dangerous.

Loco digs that knee into the ribcage and wrenches back on that arm. Dev scrambles on the mat, keeping his arms and legs moving trying to find a way out of the hold.

Bryan Harris: Not sure Loco wants to go to the ground with Devastation. Its like taking a fight with a Crocodile to the water.

Devastation's constant movement leads to Loco's grip loosening, his knee slips off Dev's back, and Devastation rolls through and picks Loco's right ankle, and just like that he has Loco in a heel hook. This causes Loco to release the hold. He kicks back hard into his opponents chest which causes Devastation to release the hold. Loco gets up goes for a kick to the ribcage, but Dev catches the leg, and sweeps his standing leg. He drops getting into a mounted position and delivers a flurry of forearms to Loco's forehead. He shifts into a side mount. Loco squirms, but looks clearly outmatched and out of his element. He rolls-

Jimmy Yates: Loco's giving up the back.

He continues to roll. Trying to lose Dev, but failing. Dev grabs the arm and looks to tuck it behind Loco's back, but there's a tap on his shoulder from the referee. Dev looks up confused. The referee points to Loco's feet under the bottom rope. Dev smirks.

Alan Ducard: Not a sound defense. But it was effective, as it got Dev off his back.

Dev breaks and gets up. Loco following suit. The two tie up in the center of the ring and Dev backs Loco into his corner. He starts to whip him hard to the opposite corner, but reverses it and sends Loco even harder back into his and X's corner. Dev runs in and rocks Martinez with a clothesline knocking him up off his feet. He reaches up and tags in X. He then grabs Loco in a bear hug and lifts him high. X jumps to the middle rope, and leaps nailing a clothesline as Dev falls forward with a modified spinebuster.

Alan Ducard: Some nice tandem work. They have seemed to get on the same page as this match has progressed.

X makes the lateral press on Loco.

One...

Two...

Th-NO. Loco gets out just before the three count.

X is up and brings Loco with him.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!

X looks around confused for a moment.

Alan Ducard: Oh, what's HE doing out here?

X turns and looks to the entrance ramp and sees John Thomas dressed up as a Tampa Bay Ray baseball player making his way to the ring.

Bryan Harris: I didn't know Legacy had hired Evan Longoria. Shouldn’t he be playing baseball right now in the World Series?!

Alan Ducard: He has no business in this match.

X rolls his eyes, and as he turns his attention back to Loco Martinez, Loco rolls him up in a small package.

One...

Two...

Th-NO!

Bryan Harris: "Game Changer", John Thomas almost made his presence felt already.

Jimmy Yates: He shouldn't be out here at ALL!

X is back up and shoots an annoyed glare of death John Thomas's direction.

Bryan Harris: He just wants to watch his best friend fight... plus maybe our World Champion shouldn't be so easily distracted.

Loco gets up, and its his turn to notice John Thomas. He mouths "What are you doing?" Thomas shrugs innocently, and as Loco turns around he is rolled up in a small package.

One...

Two...

ThNO! Loco kicks out and its his turn to shoot an annoyed glare John Thomas' way. John ignores it and actually heads to the announce table. He looks down at the world heavyweight title.

Jimmy Yates: In a game of good idea, bad Idea... this is a bad idea.

Thomas scoops up the belt quickly, X is up and notices this. He walks towards the ring ropes and starts pointing and yelling at Thomas. Thomas brandishes the belt like a weapon, X ducks between the top and second rope and takes a swipe at Thomas. Loco comes up from behind looking for a roll up and X instinctively ducks away and John Thomas swings the belt and connects!!! .... with Loco Martinez!!! The referee immediately calls for the bell.

Jimmy Yates: Did Thomas just hit Loco on purpose? Or was he aiming for X and missed?

Alan Ducard: I can fancy a guess as to what John Thomas will SAY was his intention, but honestly? I have no idea.

The crowd boos as Loco crumples to the mat. X rolls out of the ring as the bell rings. X chases after John Thomas who flees, and runs into the brick wall that is Devastation. Thomas turns around nervously and is rocked by a right hand from X-Calibur. Turns... rocked by a right from Devastation. Turns. Another right from X. Turns one more time, a wicked right from Dev and as he stumbles backwards, X grabs him and plants him with an X-Terminator.

Loco Martinez: Next time? No... bullsh*t!!

The two stare eye to eye as we fade out.