Chris Turner: I DON'T CARE THAT ISSAC SAID NO!

Following him out of the locker room, is Laura who has on a white t-shirt with purple lettering reading "Winona State" and jeans with black low-cut Nikes and she seems rather frustrated.

Chris Turner: I can't just sit here and do nothing while Issac "tries" being good enough to beat Black.... NO! I have to do something.

He takes off down the hallway. Laura follows begin him.

Laura: Do you have, like, a fetish for Black or something? It's "Damien this" or "Damien that." Do you EVER think of anything else??

Chris stops and turns to her....

Chris Turner: What?

Laura gets the guts to get right up in his face

Laura: You heard exactly what I said. KNOCK IT OFF!!

She gives Chris a shove, and Chris just stares at her, not amused.

Chris Turner: LEAVE ME ALONE!

He takes off down the hallway again.

Laura: NO!!

She runs up behind Chris and slides in his way, cutting him off, looking up almost with a pleading expression

Laura: I DON'T want you having anything happen to you!

Chris Turner: Thats just it... Don't you see? NOTHING is going to happen. Neither of those men are anything special.... AND thats why Isaac needs my help!

He picks Laura up and moves her out of the way. Laura gives him a shove in the back, lifts her right foot and literally kicks his ass.

Laura: QUIT THIS!!

Chris stops again, and he is starting to look angry. He whips around and grabs her.

Chris Turner: What is your problem? Why the F*** do you care if anything happens to me?

Laura: You actually stood up for me on Friday... the least you can do is listen to me now. (shaking her head confused) I don't get you...you have all this size and temper and you STILL act like you're 5 years old. You're so freaking stubborn. And yet....

Chris Turner: And yet,,, and yet,.. and yet... You're trying to stall me... You wanna keep talking and yammering on... You can do it on the way to the ring.

He picks her up and slings her over his shoulder.

Chris Turner: And just for the record... I didn't try to hurt Garvin to protect you... I did it because I'm pissed off and want to f***in hurt soemone!

Laura: (at the top of her lungs, nearly-ear piercing) PUT ME DOOOOWWWWNNNN!!

Chris Turner: FINE!

He drops Laura, and she falls to the floor.

She stands up and her eyes are wide...not with anger--it's almost like a blank stare right now

Laura: Don't you understand it? I want attention from you. You're so obsessed with Damien that you never pay attention to me. (getting a look of frustration) I'm a human too Chris--I want you to look at me and say "Hey, Laura! What's up?" "Hey Laura, you look nice today." (shakes her head) But you don't do that. And it hurts me...

Chris turns to her.

Chris Turner: Why? What does any of that have to do with you... Why do you care what I think about you... Hell.. Why do really care anything about ME?

Laura starts breathing a bit harder now...her face turning red, eyes begin to water.

Laura: Because I STILL LOVE YOU!!

She gives a quick spin on her right foot out of anger. She looks back at Turner almost with a look of "I lost," with her hands on her hips

Laura: And now it's out there...I said it.

She blinks a couple times holding back the tears as she runs a hand through her hair brushing it all the way back from her forehead.

Laura: I managed to control my emotions for you all these months but our past just completely caught up to me and I love you again.

Chris stares at Laura a little confused, a little afraid. He however against his better judgement, takes a step towards her.

Chris Turner: What? How? WHY?

Laura: Shut up!

With no warning, Laura stands on her tiptoes and plants a rather passionate kiss on Turner

Turner shoves her away, and she crashes into the wall. He then wipes off his lips.

Chris Turner: Stupid bitch...

He shakes his head in dissapointment/disgust and runs off towards the exit of the arena.

The video begins, The Savior of Sadism slowly fading onto the screen.

“Dear heavenly father, please forgive us, for we know not what we do.”

Damien Black kneels in his cantilevered barn in the heart of Church Hill; Tennessee, his arms crossed at the chest, a hatchet in one hand, and a chain grasped in the other. He seems almost to pray or meditate, the right hand of God seeking guidance in a time of war.

“Look at your life.”

Issac Entragian sits in his throne of rusted metalwork, twirling “The Slayer” in his hand as though it’s a police baton. The demonic albino wears a three piece suit of the purest white, with his mane of white hair falling about his shoulders. His head hangs low, hair obscuring his face, and of his features we see only glimpses of green eyes and cannibalistic teeth.

“Look at the way you slip and slide.”

Chris Turner runs his mouth, berating The Reverend while Damien stands silently to one side of the room, biding his time. Entragian slaps Elizabeth Gaunt across the face, his eyes blasted of all humanity. Gryffin Anslem hits Black with The Devastator; Greyson Blade hits Entragian with The Killshot.

“Look at your time.”

Black forges his career, beginning a never-ending crusade to do harm to others. Damien pummels Turner in an unsanctioned Warehouse Match, grinding the edge of a hatchet against his forehead. Entragian springs onto the LEGACY scene, a force to be reckoned with. A shot of Issac swatting a mid-flight Diego de Cardenas out of the sky with a steel chair.

“Look at the ones you’ve left behind.”

Black violently pours drano down the throat of his former partner The Fallen Angel, leaving him to his poisoned fate. Entragian squeezes the jaw of his own father as he lies dying in a hospital bed, his stomach eaten up with cancer. Neither man shows remorse for the fallen, the ones left behind…

“Look at your eyes.”

Damien peers through the holes of his trademark hockey mask, his gaze seeming to swim and dance with inner fire. Entragian stares forward, narrowing his emerald eyes, a look so cold and devoid of emotion that it could very well freeze the fires of Hell. The eyes of devils, the eyes of madmen.

“The haunted black circles of your plight.”

Damien Black drives Chaos from TTW, a web of disgrace covering the man as he fades away. Entragian crushes a glass plate into the face of Matt Towers; in doing he also crushes the giant’s spirit.

“But you can get by.”

The Savior of Sadism stands atop a hunk of obsidian stone, raging bonfires burning at his back. He seems right at home in this inferno wasteland, discarded gas cans littering the ground around his feet. The Ivory Terror stands tall in a meat locker, huge carcasses of gray meat hanging on hooks behind him. He puffs out blasts of ice cold air, his pale skin matching the frost on the walls. A heart consumed with fire, a heart as cold as Antarctica.

“Oh, and in killing you might take one more night.”

Black slams fists into Jonny Johnson’s face, blood flying from his mouth with each blow that connects. Entragian chokes the life out of Ethan Leers, seeming almost to enjoy it when he spits and struggles to breathe.

“Cause you’re a famous monster.”

A twisted Damien Black slices into the flesh of his own arm, using his life’s blood to write “Marion Must Die” on a wall. Entragian snaps his jaws down and locks his sharpened teeth around Greyson Blade’s shoulder, tearing at the sinews like a feral dog.

“You do whatever they offer.”

Black walks down the ramp way, “Hello Zepp” playing in the arena as he goes to face an opponent. Entragian stalks down the ramp, stepping over the top rope as “Don’t Fear The Reaper” rocks the audio system in an arena.

“You tie their noose around your neck.”

Black falling into a funk of silent depression after his loss to Rocky Stellar, his desire to vocalize anything growing more and more dim. Entragian sits in the corner of a padded room during his time in Juniper Hill Asylum, struggling in a straightjacket, rocking back and forth.

“And they throw you over.”

Damien being almost left for dead in a warehouse which has turned into an inferno, his body lying limp and bloody. Entragian leans against a dented car door, plasma running own his chin following an assault by Greyson Blade.

“Cause you’re a famous monster.”

Entragian hammers Stephen Rawlings with an uppercut; Damien Black spins a back fist into the jaw of James Win. Black with MMA knee strikes, Issac with a swift bicycle kick.

“Look at your mind.”

Black stares into a cracked mirror, tilting his head to the side as he glares at the surface of his hockey mask, emblazoned with a Celtic cross, before slamming a fist into the mirror. Entragian pulls at his own long hair, clawing at it, pulling out a few strands, his eyes open wide, and his mouth agape in a roar that passes beyond the gate of his ragged filed-down teeth.

“Look at the strength you never found.”

Cronos Diamante smashing Entragian into the canvas with a crucifix powerbomb, the No Limits Title finally leaving his hands. Damien Black receiving the news that he is banned from NL matches for the foreseeable future. Both men stew in personal defeat.

“You lean on your pride.”

Entragian berating anyone and everyone, regardless of legend or rookie status, totally confident in his abilities. Black going out to the ring week by week, ready and willing to destroy all comers.

“The only friend that would never let you down.”

Entragian locks lips with Elizabeth Gaunt, drawing her close as they unite in steamy passion. The Reverend places a guiding hand on Damien’s shoulder, giving him a second chance for redemption.

“Look at the signs.”

The marquee starts to scroll, showing BATTLE OF THE MONSTERS, THE SAVIOR OF SADISM VS THE IVORY TERROR.

“Look at the way they stop and stare.”

The crowds grow silent, like spectators at a car crash, with the premonition of carnage to come. Even the wrestlers in the back grow wary, not sure what to expect when two diabolic monsters like this TURN ON EACH OTHER!

“They’re watching you die.”

Entragian lies on the canvas after some old defeat, pain wracking through his body. He tries to sit up, and fails, crumpling back down to the canvas. Damien Black sits against one of the turnbuckles, blood dripping from his forehead as he gasps for air during a match from his past.

“And when it’s gone it’s like you weren’t even there.”

New monsters appearing in LEGACY, Frank Garvin with his lunatic smile and his roll of duct-tape. A mysterious man-beast with a black towel draped over his head, reciting his knowledge of things past and present and soon to be. Entragian and Black are no longer alone. Not anymore.

“Famous monster.”

Entragian lifts Blade up onto his shoulders, and then performs The Disemboweler on a steel chair as Allocca looks on.

“Famous monster.”

Damien Black slams a steel chair into the head of VENOM, driving the Domination member to the mat.

“Famous monster.”

Entragian swings a baseball bat covered in barbwire and blasts Tyrone Smith in the temple with it, before hitting him with Spinal Doom in the center of the ring.

“Famous monster.”

Damien Black spears Turner into a set-up of barbwire boards, dropping him to the floor.

“Famous monster”

BLACK stands at the top of the ramp, staring down at Issac and ENTRAGIAN returns his gaze. Their stares like fire and ice, dueling hatred leaping out of one another and whipping against the other. Monster against Monster, Evil fighting a different kind of Evil, and LEGACY’s foundation will quake as they meet.

“FAMOUS MONSTER!”

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, the challenger from Church Hill, Tennessee, weighing in at 283 pounds, HE IS THE SAVIOR OF SADISM, DAMIIIIIEN BLAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Black lumbers down to ringside with his head bowed, not making any eye contact as he receives a mixed reaction from the fans, half the fans cheering for him to bring down “The Ivory Terror”, while the other half rains down a negative reaction thanks to Black’s unsavory past. Damien stops at the end of the walk-way, soaking in his surroundings, then with steel chain in hand he silently climbs into the ring.

Alan Ducard: Fans, the following match is most likely not suitable for young children, so if you have any kids watching this match, parents, I IMPLORE you to get them away from the television screen, because this will NOT be a match for the faint of heart.

Bryan Harris: This is like Freddy Krueger vs Jason Vorhees, Alien vs Predator, King Kong vs Godzilla, you name it, the fans have been clamoring for this match for a LONG time.

Jimmy Yates: This is evil fighting a different kind of evil! What’s really scary is what lengths these two men will go to just win this match. For Entragian, it’s about someone who will pose a challenge for him, and for Black, this is about restoring his storied legacy. It gets no bigger than that.

Black paces around the ring with chain in hand, then he climbs the middle rope and does a crucifixion pose for the fans, his eyes gazing up at the heavens. After a moment, Black drops down and crouches down in his corner, awaiting the champion’s arrival while running the links of the steel chain through both hands.

Alan Ducard: Something to keep in mind, this may be the first time that Black has been out-sized by another competitor, so that could create an interesting dynamic for “The Savior of Sadism.”

Bryan Harris: Don’t forget his history in the past of CHOKING when it matters most. This may very well be his LAST chance to prove he’s not a choke artist.

Jimmy Yates: Black definitely has a lot riding on this match, and I believe he’s in a position that he’s not really accustomed to being in. However, we need to remember that this is the guy who nearly became TTW World Heavyweight Champion. This is the guy who has beaten such legends as Jonny Johnson, Christopher Davis, list goes on…

Alan Ducard: Not to mention he ran SEVERAL big names out of True Talent Wrestling, if memory serves Lonewolf and Chaos were two his victims, sent packing with their tails between their legs after encounters with “The Right Hand of God.”

Jimmy Yates: And that alone is a HUGE accomplishment. Black is NOT chopped liver, and if Issac underestimates him in this match, LEGACY’s resident lunatic albino may find himself in a VERY bad way.

Once the announcers pause in their commentating, the arena goes silent save for the constant rumble of thousands of fans rustling in their seats, awaiting the arrival of The No Limits Champion.

Josephina Colbert: AND HIS OPPONENT...

A single guitar riff assaults the Target Center, followed by that all too familiar cowbell, and the fans are BUZZING. As the lights cut out, one by one, Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear The Reaper” kicks in full swing.

Once the blackness has descended, the LEGACY Jumbotron starts broadcasting the omens of his arrival, crosses burned to ashes, rats in the corn, endless scenes of war and disease allowed to run rampant. Mixed in with these foul images are the momentary flickers of sharpened teeth snapping together, and emerald eyes set into the deep hollows of a pale face.

Bryan Harris: The dark times have come, and here comes the boogeyman. Listen to the crowd, they’re in a frenzy!

Alan Ducard: They sure are, rather you like him or not, Entragian always manages to make a grand entrance and bring these fans to the edge of their seats. The man is a God of the Grotesque, a Heathen of the most Hellish sort.

Jimmy Yates: No doubt about that. Issac likes to shock our fans; he BANKS on jaw-dropping reactions, because it’s a well known fact that Issac was a prominent sideshow performer before joining LEGACY’s ranks, one of the world’s last GENUINE freaks. And what a freak he is…

BLUE OYSTER CULT: ALL OUR TIMES HAVE COME, HERE BUT NOW THEY’RE GONE!

The hiss of propane issues forth at the top of the ramp, followed by two jets of flame bursting up on either sides of the ramp way. These flames are set on a timer, flashing back into life every few seconds. A cold mist has spread about the curtain opening, and suddenly a loud CLICK is heard as a platform begins to rise from below the top of the ramp. The Ivory Terror floats upwards, like a demon willing its way up and out of the ground. As the platform continues to raise, more and more of Entragian is visible through the mist.

The albino’s hair flows freely about his shoulders, a white as pure as bone marrow. His green eyes blaze in their sockets and his mouth is already pulled down into a snarl of razor-sharp teeth, his expression seeming to just SCREAM bloodlust. He wears a pristine white cloak with metal clasps along the front, the material decorated in black tribal barbwire decorations. His tights are equally as white, with “PALE PLAGUE” scrawled down each long leg in a jagged black font.

Josephina Colbert: Hailing from Mideon, Nebraska…weighing in at 312 pounds, he is the NO LIMITS CHAMPION... THE IVORY TERROR, ISSSSSSAC ENTRAAAAAGIAN!!!!!!

Bryan Harris: Issac looks PRIMED for this match; I’ve never seen such emotion in those predatory eyes of his.

Alan Ducard: Well that’s to be expected Bry, Issac is operating under one idea tonight. When it comes to LEGACY monsters, “there can only be one.” I’m sure he’ll do everything in his power to hammer that point home.

The most prominent feature of his attire is a HIDEOUS instrument affixed to his right hand, looking like a jacked up striking glove. The glove is fashioned of thick leather, sections of the knuckles covered in metal casing, with gleaming barbwire laced and wrapped around the fist. Issac flexes this hand once, the barbwire rubbing against the leather, raising up the glove and flaunting it in front of the crowd. Some gasp, others simply gape in awe of Entragian’s lust for carnage.

Jimmy Yates: What THE HELL is that? Did I just see strands of barbwire wrapped around the length of that glove?

Alan Ducard: I saw the same, Jimbo. Once more Entragian’s twisted mind gives birth to another unorthodox NL weapon, gotta give the man points for creativity.

Bryan Harris: Correction, Alan. MONSTER, not man, give the monster points for creativity. Freddy Krueger would be creaming his panties if he got a look at that toy, no doubt! Issac is coming prepared, and I admire him for that.

Entragian takes his time moving down the ramp, his body language suggesting a beast on the hunt for prey, perhaps a wolf looking to gobble down a rabbit. With timed pyro blasts still going off at the head of the ramp, Entragian steps up onto the apron and swings a leg over the top rope, effectively stepping into the ring. As he begins to pace back and forth, we see “The Slayer” sheathed at his hip in a modified gun belt, the rusted iron of the club looking like dried blood. Issac stretches his mouth open, and closes it, repeating this movement again and again as his cannibal teeth appear past his lips. He shakes his head back and forth, white hair flying, as though he’s damn near rabid.

Jimmy Yates: Even though Damien Black is a certifiable BEAST himself, I really wouldn’t wanna step in the ring with that albino psychopath. You just NEVER know what to expect from the guy. Stepping in the ring with Entragian is like signing your name on a contract drawn up by Lucifer himself.

Bryan Harris: You’re just easily intimidated, Jimbo. All Issac’s doing is psyching himself up, just mentally preparing himself for the violent war he’s about to take part in.

Entragian’s eyes lock on Damien on the opposite side the ring, his gaze seeming to swim with something like rabies. Black on the other hand stands stoically, like a scarred statue with his chain held loosely in hand. Issac notices the weapon, smirking, and he reaches his hand down and removes “The Slayer” from its sheath, bringing the iron cudgel up into his left hand.

Bryan Harris: The match hasn’t even started and already both men have weapons in hand, this is gonna be GOOD!

Entragian takes a moment to remove his cloak, as well as the No Limits Championship, handing the belt to Referee Leonard Nolan. Nolan takes it to the side of the ring, showing it to Black, who simply nods, his face hidden behind the hockey mask. Issac points a finger to Black as he looks at the title, mouthing something that goes unheard in the noise from the crowd.

Nolan then hands the championship off to a ringside employee, before twirling his finger towards the timekeepers table, giving the signal to get this one under way, prompting the bell to ring.

DING DING!

Almost immediately, both men start circling each other. Issac is shirtless, and the arena lights shine down on every curve and slope of his alabaster build, a creature of ripped muscle and old scars. Entragian starts twirling “The Slayer” by its worn handle, his nostrils flared. Damien walks silently, keeping the circle moving, his face turned towards the albino. The steel chain is clamped tightly in his fist, held up so that its length doesn’t drag against the canvas.

Black is the first to strike, darting forward with near superhuman quickness and whipping the chain out in an arch, but Issac has enough time to leap backwards, avoiding the steel as it swings through the air inches away from his chest. Entragian reacts just as quickly, cocking back his arm and firing off at Damien with “The Slayer”, looking to blast him right across the face, but Black darts out of the way and at the same time brings a knee up into Issac’s gut, forcing the champion to drop his iron cudgel, which falls heavily against the canvas. With Issac still gasping, he EATS a headbutt right to the bridge of the nose, the hard material of Damien’s hockey mask sending the big man reeling backwards.

Jimmy Yates: Things getting off to a fast start, both men looking to score with their respective weapons, and it seems Damien is taking an early lead.

Damien takes a second to wind the chain around his fist, then he closes the distance and pistons a fist into Issac’s ribs, the chain links smacking against his chest cavity. Entragian lets out a whoosh of air, and then in desperation he drives the point of his elbow into Damien’s throat, knocking him back as step.

Entragian doesn’t waste any motion, instead using this break to lower himself down and RUSH Damien, smashing a shoulder into his midsection and forcing him across the ring until his back slams into one of the turnbuckles. The steel chain slips out of Damien’s grasp, but Black compensates for his loss by locking his hands around the back of Issac’s neck, then he pushes Issac a few inches away from him so that he can start throwing stiff knee shots into Issac’s head and chest. Black fights his way out of the corner, with Issac still locked in his grasp, alternating knees as he blasts kneecap after kneecap into Issac’s face. Then in a quick burst, Damien lets Issac lose, hits the ropes nearest to him and uses the momentum to HAMMER Entragian right on the side of the face with a Busaiku knee kick. The albino monster loses his footing after the kick connects, falling roughly against the canvas on his side.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think Issac is familiar with this MMA style Damien utilizes, it’s hard-hitting and TOTALLY in your face. Entragian is starting find that out now FIRSTHAND.

Jimmy Yates: Black combines quickness with devastating strikes, and that seems to be working effectively in keeping the powerful Issac SLIGHTLY off balance.

Bryan Harris: Well Damien had better not let up, because once you get Issac down, it’s a good idea to KEEP that monster down.

Entragian is trying to get up, his belly against the canvas as he pushes upwards, but Damien is RIGHT there with the steel chain, STRAPPING the albino across the back with it. Issac cringes, his palms losing their purchase on the mat as he falls back down. Damien moves to the other side of Issac, and then WHIPS him again across the shoulder blades, the steel links biting into Issac’s flesh. Entragian’s mouth opens in a silent gesture of pain, as he rolls to his side trying to find some way to combat this assault. Black takes a step back, and fires down with the chain again, whipping it towards Issac’s face, but this time Issac CATCHES it in his left hand, and proceeds to PULL Damien downwards. Black has no time to react or even think of releasing his hold on the chain, because once he’s staggering downwards Issac BLASTS a straight fist into the hockey mask, his barbwire striking glove connecting squarely with the Celtic cross design.

Jimmy Yates: BOOM! And just like that, Issac finds an opening. That barbwire glove met the fiberglass of the hockey mask, and I’m sure underneath that mask, Damien is feeling it.

Alan Ducard: Issac goes to show you there that he’s just as strong a striker as The Savior of Sadism.

Black falls down right beside Issac, clawing at his face. Issac takes advantage, rolling on top of Damien and latching that barbwire glove around Damien’s throat with a chokehold. He throttles Black’s neck forcefully, pushing his other hand against the canvas for added purchase. As the barbed wire begins to prick and draw little beads of blood on Damien’s flesh, The Right Hand of God scrambles one hand along the canvas, looking for anything to help him out of this predicament. His hand closes around his trusty chain, and balling a few links of it up, Black swings his arm around and hits Issac on the side of the jaw with it.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think Black got all of that one from the position he was in, but it seems that he got enough of it to make Issac break that choke.

Jimmy Yates: A good thing too, we’ve seen how effective Issac can be when choking the life from someone, just ask Ethan Leers if you don’t believe us.

Entragian rolls off of Black and a few feet away from him, while Damien starts to push himself up off the canvas, one hand brushing against his neck and coming away covered in a few trickles of red. Somehow Entragian has also made it up, pulling against the top rope for a helping hand. The Ivory Terror runs forward, looking to score with a clothesline, but Damien stops him in his tracks with an open palm strike directly to the sternum. Issac staggers, only to fire back with a right hand of his own that finds its mark. Damien reels, and then goes low, tackling Issac’s legs out from under him with a double leg takedown.

Alan Ducard: This could be a very intelligent strategy, taking out Issac’s legs. If a big monster like that doesn’t have stalks to stand on, he’s not going to pose much of a threat in this match.

With Issac down and Damien on top of him, Black just starts to unload with closed fists, smacking both sides of Issac’s face, his knuckles leaving imprints on Entragian’s pale skin. Issac tries to cover up, both forearms extended, and this cuts off some of Damien’s onslaught. After a moment’s struggle, Issac manages to turn it around, effectively rolling himself up top of Damien, where he just begins CRUSHING his barbwire glove into the hockey mask over and over again.

Jimmy Yates: That mask provides a layer of protection for Damien, but it can’t take too many more of these BIG right hands without succumbing.

The Pale Plague leans WAY back, his arm pulled back and his fist ready to hammer, but as he comes down this time Black flicks his head to the side and locks Entragian’s arm up, wriggling himself into a new position while manipulating Issac’s arm and pulling the elbow into an awkward position. Entragian feels this immediately, a howl of pain escaping his lips. He tries to pull away, but finds himself locked up, without any key in sight.

Alan Ducard: That ladies and gents, is a perfectly applied kimura lock, and if I know my submissions, it is sending SHOCKWAVES of pain through Issac’s big wing right now.

Jimmy Yates: I have to admire Damien’s ability thus far to ground Issac, because that really subtracts from his height and weight advantage when you have the bigger man laid out.

With Damien REALLY applying the pressure, Issac struggles in the hold, trying vainly to get up to his feet, but he quickly slips and falls back to both knees. Issac’s face is turning red with strain, as he leans to the side and tries to throw a few punches into Damien’s body, but Black is so well tucked underneath him and locked in that his reach doesn’t allow him to put much power behind the punches, and Damien simply absorbs them. Now rage starts to flood Issac’s face, the veins on his neck pushing out as he struggles in this torment, and finally he chooses his last option.

Leonard Nolan sees what Issac is about to do, and he starts screaming at the No Limits Champion, telling him “DO NOT DO THAT!” even though it’s a No Limits match. But it’s too late, not even Damien notices when Issac’s head starts to lower towards his arm, because all of Black’s focus is caught up in maintaining the hold on Issac’s arm. There’s a little ripping sound, followed by a muffled SCREAM that flows out past Damien’s mask.

Jimmy Yates: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? BLACK RELEASED THE HOLD AND HAS ROLLED TO THE SIDE!

Black rolls against the canvas, one hand going up to his bicep, where there are two sets of clear teeth markings, blood dripping from them like tiny knife wounds. Damien shivers with pain, struggling to sit up against the ropes.

Alan Ducard: I’ll tell you what happened, ISSAC JUST SUNK HIS TEETH INTO BLACK’s BICEP! HE BIT HIS WAY OUT OF THAT SUBMISSION HOLD.

Bryan Harris: Hey, you do what you have to do, and don’t forget boys, NO LIMITS!

Meanwhile Issac gets up to his knees, winding his right arm in its socket as he looks over to Damien. Despite the pain he’s feeling, a twisted smile crosses Issac’s mouth, where we see several of his needle teeth are stained with blood.

Alan Ducard: How disgusting...

Black practically shakes his head in disbelief, before finding a shaky vertical base, and Issac’s RIGHT there to meet him, irish whipping Damien into the ropes, and on the rebound catching him flush across the throat and violently CHOKESLAMMING Black against the canvas. Black rolls across the ring, and in doing so he manages to snag up his chain before crashing to the outside as he rolls under the bottom rope. Issac is in hot pursuit, and he reaches over the top rope for Black, who’s rising on wobbly legs. Entragian snags some of Black’s hair, but Damien retaliates with a palm strike right to the CHIN of the albino monster, which spins Issac on his heels so that his back is resting against the ropes. Black takes advantage of this, throwing the chain up and letting it loop around Issac’s neck, and then he begins to YANK down on the chain from both ends as it grinds into Issac’s throat. The Ivory Terror is trapped, with the chain against the front of his throat and the top rope at the back of his neck, all he can do is claw at the steel chain in hopes of loosening it.

Bryan Harris: We just stepped up a notch on the violence scale folks, and this is BRUTAL.

Jimmy Yates: Entragian cannot breathe! And look at Black now, planting a boot against the apron and pulling down even harder, trying to snap Issac’s windpipe in half.

Finally after pulling down hard for a few more seconds, Damien relents, letting the chain slide off of Issac’s neck and tossing it back into the ring under the bottom rope. Issac crashes down to one knee, one hand on the middle rope, the other latched around his injured throat. Black keeps an eye on him, and slowly but surely begins to climb the apron, and then he goes even higher, perching himself on one of the top turnbuckles. The Savior of Sadism presses his hands together in prayer, and then SOARS off the turnbuckle, nailing Issac right across the forehead with a flying headbutt.

Alan Ducard: It’s rare to see Black go up top, but this time it really paid off with that MASSIVE headbutt.

Jimmy Yates: Made even worse due to that mask. Black calls that move “Last Rites.”

Entragian has been flattened into the canvas, and a wide laceration has opened on the edge of his hairline, with blood starting to leak down past his forehead and into his eyes. Black seems to enjoy the sight of this, and he leans down and snatches Issac’s heavy weight up, managing to shove his huge girth into one of the turnbuckles. The blood is really seeping now, washing over Issac’s pale features and cascading past his chin. Damien launches a palm strike into Issac’s temple, rocking him head back, and then The Savior of Sadism follows up with a wicked spinning back fist that makes a wet smacking sound as it lands directly on Issac’s forehead. Issac’s head is thrown back, plasma starting to stain the roots of his white hair.

Jimmy Yates: Well I think even a blind man would notice that Issac has been busted open, and he is POURING right now.

Alan Ducard: Black isn’t helping matters, because each strike he lands seems to be targeting that cut on Issac’s head, and the blood is FLYING.

Damien pauses for a breather, turning his back on Issac for a moment as he looks out at the crowd, every fiber of his being pumped full of adrenaline as he takes it to the bloodied monster champion. Black beats a fist against his chest, then turns back around, looking for another palm strike, but before he can even rear back his fist he is CLIPPED right across the face with an uppercut of ungodly proportions. The strength behind the blow is so profound that it splits Damien’s mask cleanly in half, sending little shards of fiberglass flying about his now bare face. Damien’s eyes flicker closed, the remains of his ruined mask falling down around him, and then he joins them, his body rocking back on his heels before he simply falls FLAT on his back with an unceremonious crash.

Bryan Harris: GOOD GOD! He’s dead! That man is dead! Get the EMTS!

Jimmy Yates: Calm yourself, Bry! He’s not dead, but I’m sure he’s in LA LA land right about now. Issac landed that hit with his right hand, the one gloved in barbwire, and you see the result of that impact.

Alan Ducard: We certainly do! I guess the mask won’t be a factor in this match anymore…it’s been…obliterated.

Issac staggers out of the corner, shaking his head back and forth to clear the cobwebs; it’s also like watching a wet dog dry itself, for blood flies from his white hair in little droplets. It looks almost like his hair has been DYED red. Entragian stumbles over to Black, seeing that his mask is gone, and Issac DELIGHTS in this, pausing for a moment before LEAPING into the air and driving the point of his elbow right into Damien’s upturned face. In seconds, he’s right back up, and digging the sole of his book against Black’s cheek, scrubbing it along his flesh with renewed vigor.

Black struggles weakly, wrapping a hand around Issac’s ankle and trying to pull it away. Issac boots Damien’s hand away, then leans down and pulls him to his feet, where it’s obvious Damien is still feeling the effects of that uppercut, his knees threatening to buckle underneath him. Issac doesn’t let this happen however, instead locking an arm around Damien’s neck and using that raw power to lift him up into a suplex position, which he holds for a millisecond before shifting his weight and driving Black into the mat with a jackhammer that shakes the very ring.

Bryan Harris: Who’s in the driver’s seat, boys? Who’s grippin’ the steering wheel now? YOUR No Limits Champ, that’s who!

Alan Ducard: Definitely an impressive show of strength on Issac’s part, but we’ve come to expect that from this vindictive albino, his power is his greatest asset, even when he’s not 100%.

Entragian floats down with the move, crushing his weight against Damien’s torso and pressing both palms into his chest for the pin. Nolan administers the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR----NOOOOOO!

Damien throws a shoulder up at the last moment, craning his head over to the side and letting out a ragged cough seconds after. Entragian pushes off of him and stalks over towards one the turnbuckles, blood trailing him on the canvas as it drips from his head like rainwater. The albino grabs hold of the top rope, and begins laboriously ascending the turnbuckle, before finally gaining his balance and turning to face the ring.

The bloody champion rears his body back, preparing to launch, while Damien has stumbled his way up, planting a palm against the mat in an effort to push himself to his feet. Once Black is fully vertical, Entragian FLIES, extending one arm and CLIPPING Damien across the throat with a nasty looking flying clothesline. The force propels Damien backwards, rolling him, until he finally comes to rest against the canvas on his stomach. Issac manages to roll through, tumbling forward and then popping back to his feet near one of the turnbuckles.

Jimmy Yates: A man of that size is not meant for the skies, but Issac makes it look easy. He absolutely soars.

Alan Ducard: Entragian calls that maneuver WINGS OF WAR, and it appears to have sapped a great deal of fight out of an already indisposed Damien Black.

Entragian moves towards Black again, his face now a mask of crimson where two bright, twisted green eyes swim with lunatic intentions. Issac reaches down and collars the back of Damien’s shirt, and with his other hand he takes hold of his shoulder, rudely yanking Black up to his feet. He pulls Black’s head into a suplex position, and then just pumps him about halfway up into the air and PLANTS him stomach first across the top rope. Issac takes two big steps back, and then raises his right leg up as far as it’ll go, showing great flexibility. In a swift motion, Entragian brings the heel of his boot down, allowing it to meet the back of Damien’s skull. The impact is fierce, Damien’s head getting cracked so hard that he slumps forward into the ring, sliding off the ropes.

Bryan Harris: Now wasn’t that pretty? Issac made that axe kick look GOOD. And with big, powerful legs like Issac has, it’s gotta feel like a sledge hammer hitting you on the back of the head.

Jimmy Yates: That’s what Entragian is all about, totally domineering strength. Once he forces you into his playing field, where he can choose the pace of the match, then you’re in DEEP trouble, just like Black is right now.

Issac stalks away from Black’s prone body, his attention focused on reclaiming his prized weapon. Entragian bends down and picks up “The Slayer” from where it fell against the canvas, replacing it into the sheath along his hip just in case he may need it again. As he turns around, mere inches from the ropes, he sees that Black has RISEN, and the Savior of Sadism looks pissed off and ready for Round 2. Standing all the way across the ring, Damien’s shoulders are dropped down a few inches, his body hunching down as though he’s about to make a mad dash. Entragian incites things even further, making “Come on” motions with one hand, a grin plastered across his blood-stained face.

Entragian: COMEON! I WANT YOU TO DO IT! I WANT YOU TO DO IT! I WANT YOU TO!

Black answers Entragian’s insane babbling by dropping himself down low and RACING towards Issac, his arms outstretched as though looking to tackle. Black connects, his shoulder pummeling Issac in the belly, and in doing so he effectively spears Entragian right out of the ring and through the middle rope, with himself tumbling out of the ring right along with him. Both men crash against the thin mats outside the ring, a chaotic jumble of broken human bodies.

Bryan Harris: WHAT A SPEAR! That was on par with one of Blade’s KILLSHOTS, talk about a hit, worse than anything I’ve ever seen, even during my football days.

Jimmy Yates: That took a lot out of Issac I’m sure, but Damien also sacrificed himself in the process.

Alan Ducard: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT! DAMIEN IS ALREADY STIRRING!

Black fights his way up, leaning against the apron for support, little hisses of pain escaping his lips. But at last, he’s up, and now he’s CLIMBING up onto the apron. Black stands atop the apron, back up against the ropes, just waiting for Issac to rise. Entragian finally does, using the security railing to pull himself up, and as he spins around Damien JUMPS towards him, both hands locked together for a double axe-handle!

Entragian’s reflexes serve him well, because while Black is in mid-flight, Issac takes hold of “The Slayer” and pulls it from its sheath, only to wind his arm back and BLAST Damien right in the gut with the head of the iron cudgel. Black is in the fetal position before he even touches down, and he stays in this position as he crashes to the arena floor.

CROWD: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Jimmy Yates: Listen to these fans; they cannot believe the level of brutality these men are stooping to tonight.

Alan Ducard: Neither can I! Black may have internal injuries after that shot, who knows what kind of damage has been done…

Bryan Harris: Having a heavy club like that hit you square in the breadbasket is sure to take the wind outta your sails, and Damien is HURTIN out there!

Entragian grunts his satisfaction, replacing “The Slayer” in its sheath and moving down to rudely lift Damien back up, both hands locked around his head. Black comes up slowly, nearly falling back down as he strains against the pain in his gut, but Issac palms the back of his head and throws him into the ring under the bottom rope. Issac tries to follow him in, but as he slides under the bottom rope, Black desperately grabs him by the hair and smashes his face into the apron, leaving a red smear against the white canvas. Then with hair still in hand, Damien uses it to PULL Issac’s massive frame back into the ring, dragging him by the reddish white strands of his hair.

Bryan Harris: He’s gonna tear Issac’s scalp loose if he keeps that up!

Black plunges his hands deeper into Issac’s hair, pulling him up to his feet. Once there, Black leans back and snatches up his steel chain from the canvas, and then starts to wind it around Entragian’s neck, pulling it taut. Black wraps his fingers around the chain links at the back of Issac’s neck, and then throws his own body into the canvas while extending his knees, which DRILL The Ivory Terror square in the back with a lung-blower.

Damien falls to the side under Issac’s weight, and Entragian just crumples down beside him, the chain still loosely looped around his neck. Damien sees this, and fires back up to his feet, once more taking hold of the chain’s two ends and PULLING upwards, causing Issac’s head to loll about a foot off the canvas, dangling as though on a neck made of brittle. Black holds this stance, and then raises one foot up into the air, and then he pumps the sole of his boot down and STOMPS Issac on the back of the head, smashing his face into the mat with a dry crunching sound. Issac turns his head to the side, sputtering out weak breaths specked with crimson, and using one hand to barely pull the chain from his neck and push it a few inches away from him. Black just drops down for a moment, on all fours, trying to pull in some oxygen and get himself together.

Jimmy Yates: I think we just witnessed a modified SERIAL DRILLER! Turned deadly thanks to the use of that steel chain, which has been a major factor in this match so far.

Bryan Harris: I know one thing Jimbo, what Damien just did was innovative as hell. He wields that chain as though it were his one true calling.

Alan Ducard: And if that wasn’t bad enough, Black capped that assault off by curb stomping Entragian’s face right into the canvas, a canvas with very LITTLE give.

Entragian breathes heavily on the canvas, large purple bruises already starting to appear along his throat. Black starts to get up, falls back to a knee, and then tries it again and succeeds, one hand still nursing his stomach. He throws his hands down and grabs Issac’s head, pulling it up so that he’s in a sitting position, and then pulling harder until he’s up to shaky legs. Black pulls the albino’s head down, planting it between his legs in a headscissors, then working very slowly, he grabs both of Issac’s arms and crisscrosses them around his bruised throat. While holding onto both arms and pulling, Black jumps down and pedigrees Issac into the canvas, his face smacking the mat violently.

Jimmy Yates: That’s IT. That’s THE EXCOMMUNICATOR! This has been an amazing match folks, but we’re about to see a NEW No Limits Champion…

Black sucks in air, his broad chest heaving, before he flips Issac over and practically falls on top of him, using every ounce of his strength to pull back on one big tree limb of a leg. Nolan is there immediately, palm slapping canvas.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NOOOOOOOOOO!

At the very last second before Nolan’s hand hits the mat for the third time, Issac powers out, kicking his leg out of Black’s grip. Black looks STUNNED, his eyes wide as he pushes himself backwards in a seated position. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, unbelieving of what he just witnessed.

Alan Ducard: He didn’t…DID HE? I have NEVER seen anyone kick out of The Excommunicator.

Bryan Harris: Issac ain’t just anyone Alan, he’s a certifiable MONSTER! What can you expect from a match of monsters, if not to be surprised a lil’ bit?

Adding insult to injury, Issac SITS STRAIGHT UP! His face is a ruin, most of the blood near the top of his head now clotted and drying to a dark maroon. Issac’s hair is drenched red, and even though he’s woozy from blood loss, he somehow manages to make it up to his feet, working for every little movement he makes. Black’s eyes go even wider, but he doesn’t waste any motion, instead getting to his own feet and diving at Issac, fists flying. Black smacks open palm strikes into Entragian’s body, driving him across the ring. Entragian puts a halt to this barrage, starting in with one of his own, RIGHT HOOK, LEFT JAB, ELBOW SMASH, UPPERCUT TO THE JAW OF THE SAVIOR OF SADISM!

Alan Ducard: BLIZZARD COMETH! The ivory hail is falling tonight, it’s knuckle for knuckle in there.

Damien reels, his own face now pouring blood from a wound just below his eye, but he stops his backwards staggering and spins perfectly, throwing a back fist into Issac’s cheek. Entragian reels back himself, hitting the ropes, but then he DARTS forward with one hand SPLAYED OPEN! Issac reaches out with his barbwire laced glove and wraps his palm around the face of Damien Black, squeezing with ALL HIS MIGHT. Black’s legs weave underneath him as his face disappears into Issac’s hand, little muffled choking sounds coming from his hidden mouth.

Bryan Harris: Entragian has an Iron Claw applied in the center of that ring, and it’s the worst Iron Claw I’ve ever witnessed, because the hand performing it is covered in barbwire!

Jimmy Yates: Imagine the pressure as Entragian squeezes, those little barbs of metal piercing Damien’s flesh deeper and deeper with each passing second.

Alan Ducard: You really have a way with descriptions, Jimmy. I think I may vomit into my lap!

Entragian brings the pain, turning up the pressure dial as far as he can get it. With his left hand he braces his forearm, adding even more torque to the submission hold. Black stumbles on unsteady legs, and then finally drops to both knees, his whole body sagging as it WANTS to fall to the canvas. Issac doesn’t let this happen just yet though, instead SHAKING Damien’s head back and forth a few times before pulling his hand away and releasing the hold. Just before Damien falls face first into the canvas, we see a multitude of small cuts that have appeared on the flesh of his face, little prick marks that ooze with crimson.

Bryan Harris: Do you think he’s out? I think Entragian knocked the man unconscious!

Alan Ducard: I don’t think so Bry, he is stirring, although weakly. Likely on the very edge of passing out…

Entragian staggers backwards, leaning against the ropes and intertwining his arms to keep from falling down. Issac swipes a hand across his head, mopping blood from his brow, his teeth bared in a sadistic snarl. Once he gains a measure of composure, he exits the ring via a backwards rope flip, and limps towards the timekeepers table where Josephina Colbert is sitting cautiously on a steel chair. Issac screams into her face, his expression seeming to have totally lost control.

Entragian: GET YOUR FATA** UP AND GET OUTTA MY WAY HARLOT!

Josephina pops out of the chair as though her fanny was attached to a spring, running as far away from Issac as her pretty legs will take her. Entragian snatches up the steel chair she was sitting on, folding it up and moving with it towards the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, gingerly getting up, his body racked with pain, his head dizzy from blood loss. Damien hasn’t moved very much on the canvas, wriggling on his stomach a little and crawling to one side of the ring, but he hasn’t made much progress yet.

Jimmy Yates: What’s this madman got in mind? He looks like he’s about to keel over himself any minute now!

Bryan Harris: I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I know that steel chair is BAD news for Mr. Black.

Jimmy Yates: Poor Josephina. Maybe I should go comfort her, what do you think guys?

Bryan Harris: I think you’re delusional, now call the freakin’ match.

Entragian limps and staggers his way over to Black, moving towards his head. Once there, he glares out at the crowd, his head tilted slightly back as he GRINS that GRIN. Looking like a bat out of hell, Issac rears back with both arms, raising that steel chair as high as he can. The crowd roars its opinions down on him, some booing, others clamoring for the carnage. Issac takes no notice; he simply SLAMS the chair down onto the back of Black’s skull as hard as he can. The force of the hit vibrates through the metal and hurts Issac’s hands, almost causing him to drop the chair. Issac brings up the chair and examines it, the steel badly dented and smeared with blood. The Ivory Terror smiles, and discards the chair, tossing it from the ring. Black meanwhile is shivering with pain, his body twitching and shaking on the canvas.

Alan Ducard: VILE. That’s the only word to describe what I just saw, that chairshot was VILE.

Jimmy Yates: Black could be concussed at this point, there’s just know way of knowing really…

Issac grins down at his handiwork, and then propels his arms down, grabbing Damien by the collarbones and drawing him up to a vertical base, which is wholly supported by Issac’s own body. Issac squeezes Damien’s cheeks, staring right into his eyes while LAUGHING into his face. Entragian braces Damien with one hand, then leans down and grabs up the abandoned steel chain from the mat. He looks at this for a moment, tilting his head to the side, and then he begins to loop and twist it around his own right knee, wrapping the chain links around his leg until it’s relatively tight with the end of the chain swinging back and forth.

Bryan Harris: I think I know what Issac has in mind here; this could spell doom with capital letters.

With the chain wrapped and dangling around his knee, Issac pulls Damien close and uses his right arm to lift him up onto his shoulders with a struggling fireman’s carry. The veins on Issac’s neck look as though they’re about to burst as he desperately fights to maintain control of Damien’s weight on his shoulders, but in one final burst of strength Issac flings Damien UP and DOWN while dropping to one knee, effectively CRUSHING Black’s abdomen into his chain covered kneecap. Black hits the canvas like a rock following the impact, a small glob of blood appearing in the corner of his mouth and popping with the formation of a blood bubble.

Bryan Harris: THE DISEMBOWELER! Did you SEE that? Damien’s gut just ate KNEE and STEEL.

Alan Ducard: That was EVIL intelligence on the part of Issac Entragian, but looking at his own condition, can he even capitalize?

Using sheer hope, Issac just collapses downward after the strain is off his shoulders, and as luck would have it he falls directly on top of The Savior of Sadism. Issac does his best to weakly cover both of Damien’s arms, his own faced pressed against Black’s chest just above the heart. Seeing the pinfall attempt, Ref Nolan does his thing.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alan Ducard: That was a battle, plain and simple. Both of these men went to great lengths, and now as the dust settles, Issac Entragian has found a way to retain his championship belt.

Elizabeth Gaunt sprints down the ramp just then, running over to Issac and getting one of his arms over her shoulder, where the young girl does her best to bear some of Issac’s weight and help him walk up the ramp. As the two of them stumble towards the curtains, Issac pauses for a moment, looking over his shoulder towards the ring. He smiles as wide as he possibly can, cannibal teeth gleaming, his forked tongue flitting out to lick some of the blood and sweat away from his lips. After this little ritual of victory, they once more trudge up the ramp and disappear behind the curtains.

Josephina Colbert: Our next match is set for one fall and is for the World TAG TEAM Championships!

The house lights in the arena go dim and red strobes begin blinking. Red police-style lights appear next to the entrance curtain and rotate, sending beams of light across the arena as “The Mirror” by Dream Theater starts playing over the speakers. The jeers and booing rolls in and the LEGACY Vision jumbotron goes static, and then fades to black with the red “D” logo on it.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, the challengers… weighing in at a combined 531 pounds… Gryffin Anselm… “The All Star” James Win… The DIABOLIK!!

Dressed in loose fitting, flowing warm-up pants of shimmery gold with black patterns strewn about the legs which reflect the single white spotlight which shines down on him, James Win strolls through the curtain, his jacket matching his pants. Throwing his arms out to the side, The All Star flashes a huge toothy grin as the booing increases. Reaching the edge of the walkway, James stops and waits, and ten feet behind him, Gryffin Anselm steps through the curtain. He’s wearing his typical attire consisting of black and red camouflage cargo pants, the signature Diabolik shirt, and black combat boots. His hair is still in cornrows, his beard slightly better trimmed than the last time we saw him, but still a bit shaggy.

Bryan Harris: You are looking at the men who are going to become two-time World Tag Team Champions here tonight, and you can see it on their faces – they know what their destiny is.

Alan Ducard: They held the LEGACY World Tag Team Titles for over 300 days, certainly contributing to the great reputation most have of the tag team division here, but if they’re going to once again hold the gold, they have to pass a very tough test here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: Even with as much faith as I have in Trent Logan and Domination, I’m not willing to place a wager on either team, because right now, I see it as even odds.

The Diabolik finish making their way across the elevated walkway and get into the ring. James Win hops up onto the second turnbuckle and throws his arms out to the side and closes his eyes, basking in the chorus of boos which meets him. After a few seconds, the Diabolik’s theme song dies under and the red strobes die out, leaving a single spotlight shining down onto Josephina Colbert, she continues her introductions.

Josephina Colbert: And their opponents…

The cheering starts mid sentence.

Josephina Colbert: …weighing in at a combined 591 pounds… they are the World TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… “RAGE” Ben Murdock… “VENOM” Steve O’Reily… DOM-IN-ATION!!!

The fans announce “DOM-IN-ATION” along with Josephina Colbert, and as the cheers continue to roll in from all corners of the arena, “Fear” by Disturbed plays over the speakers. After letting anticipation grow for a few moments, Trent Logan walks through the curtain wearing his blue pinstripe suit with a burgundy and silver tie atop a white dress shirt. Stepping out to the edge of the entrance walkway, Trent Logan listens as the fans chant.

Crowd: DOM-IN-A-TION!! *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DOM-IN-A-TION!! *clap clap clap-clap-clap* DOM-IN-A-TION!! *clap clap clap-clap-clap*

Alan Ducard: And here… they come.

A portion of the crowd stops chanting and starts cheering as RAGE and VENOM step through the curtain. Both men are wearing silver and black tights which extend nearly to their knees, their “Logan’s Guns” tshirts, and the World Tag Team Championships slung over their shoulders. The two behemoths step up behind Trent Logan, who then points at the ring and the trio walks across the walkway towards the ring.

Jimmy Yates: There, folks, is the top rated tag team in the business today, and they’re looking to put down The Diabolik’s attempt to take the World Tag Team Championships from them.

Bryan Harris: When The Diabolik were the top team in the business, they were a lot more dominant than Domination seem right now, and after Gryffin Anselm and James Win take the belts back, everyone’s going to realize that Domination were just keeping the top spot warm for The Diabolik.

Alan Ducard: This is easily the biggest tag team match I’ve ever seen, as two great championship teams square off for a very, very highly desired prize.

Upon getting to the ring, VENOM and RAGE take the belts off their shoulders and hoist them into the air, getting a good ovation from the fans. Trent Logan turns around, taps the faceplates of each of the belt, then heads over to the corner and walks down the steel steps as Domination enters the ring. Both of the champions hand their belt to Klinton Porter, and despite the significant weight of the gold and leather straps, he’s able to hold them up in front of The Diabolik, a symbolic reminder of what’s at stake tonight.

Jimmy Yates: The look in the eyes of Gryffin Anselm, there aren’t many guys who can match that still, non-verbal intensity that he can bring.

Bryan Harris: There are a lot of facets to Gryffin Anselm that make him one of the best in the business, and there’s lots of guys in LEGACY who should feel privileged that he’s been focused on the tag team division for a while, because he finds ways to bring home and keep championship belts.

Alan Ducard: In their past three title defenses, RAGE and VENOM were able to retain their championships, but everyone I’ve talked to believes that this will be their toughest test by far. We’re about to get set, let’s see how it all shakes out.

Domination talks for a moment to determine who is going to start the match, and on the other side of the ring, Gryffin Anselm heads out onto the apron, making the decision for his team.

Jimmy Yates: So it’s going to be James Win getting things started for the challengers… and RAGE for the champions.

Bryan Harris: I like this look for The Diabolik. Ben Murdock isn’t going to be able to keep up with The All Star, and that’s going to lead nicely to Gryffin Anselm entering the match later on.

As the opening bell rings, the two competitors start circling. Ben Murdock steps in and goes after James Win, who deftly avoids him and sends a kick to Rage’s thigh. Ben absorbs it and turns to look after his opponent, but The All Star is already running in an opposite direction. On the return off the ropes, Win sends a dropkick that connects with Murdock’s leg.

Alan Ducard: James Win relying on his speed advantage here early on.

Rage turns around and quickly tries to grab The All Star as he pops up off the mat, but James sees the out-stretched arms and he dives to the side and rolls before getting to his feet. Rage sprints in and goes after The All Star, but Win sees him coming and takes a few quick steps and avoids him as Murdock practically dives in.

Ben gets his footing, turns and methodically stalks in towards James Win, who looks side to side and tries to figure out where to go as his opponent makes his way in. Backing up, James positions himself near the Diabolik corner, but he doesn’t make the tag. He makes a step to the left, but Murdock cuts off his escape route. He makes a step to the right, but Ben is there too. A couple quick steps later, Rage locks up with Win for the first time in this match. Shifting his feet, James turns his opponent slightly to his right. Gryffin Anselm reaches over the top rope and drills Murdock in the back of the head, causing Rage to relinquish the lock-up.

Jimmy Yates: Come on…

Bryan Harris: Strategy, Jimbo!

As Klinton Porter rushes in and admonishes Gryffin for getting involved, James Win fires in with a kick to the gut and then dodges aside. Rage tries to follow after him, but James executes a standing dropkick that connects with the same thigh he connected with earlier, and it drops Murdock down to a knee. Spotting an opportunity, James rushes in and drills the same part of Murdock’s thigh with a soccer style kick.

Moving over to his corner, James Win makes the tag in to Gryffin Anselm, who immediately ducks under the top rope and enters the ring. Just as Ben Murdock returns to his feet, Gryffin spins him around and drills him with a hard right hand that puts him back down onto a knee.

Alan Ducard: Very impactful shot from Gryffin Anselm, whose fists can be like hammers when he swings them right.

Standing over Rage, Gryffin drops downwards with a double-axhandle smash, collapsing the Domination member to the mat. Getting his feet underneath him, Gryffin stomps down onto Murdock, then backs up. As Ben works his way up off the mat, Gryffin turns and runs into the ropes, and on the return he drills Murdock in the chin with a leaping knee-lift.

Bryan Harris: BEA-UTIFUL shot there from Gryffin Anselm! Can you feel it, Jimbo? The momentum’s clearly with The Diabolik.

Jimmy Yates: It’s still early.

Bryan Harris: That’s fine, if The Diabolik are in control much longer, this match won’t go too late.

Reaching over, Gryffin tags Win back into the match, then grabs Murdock back into a front headlock. As Gryffin forces Ben up off the mat, The All Star climbs up to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off and sends a missile dropkick into the thigh of Murdock. Anselm releases the headlock and exits out onto the apron. James Win gets to his feet and notices that Ben Murdock is fighting to work his way up off the mat. Positioning himself behind him, James dives in with a chop block that puts Rage back down.

Alan Ducard: James Win continues to attack that leg, though I’m not too sure how much damage it’s doing.

Jimmy Yates: It keeps putting Rage on the mat, but I haven’t seen him limping just yet.

Bryan Harris: If they keep this up, he will be limping.

Waiting a moment for Rage to get up, James Win throws a right hand that drills his opponent in the head, then reaches back and attempts another. Ben blocks the second attempt and throws a forearm into James’ gut. Getting a foot underneath of his body, Murdock dives forwards and takes James down with a clothesline. As both men start to get up, James Win starts to head for the corner where Gryffin Anselm is waiting, but Ben Murdock reaches out and grabs him by the waistband.

Jimmy Yates: HA! Not so fast, All Star!!

Standing up, Rage pulls James Win backwards towards him and drives a forearm and elbow shot into James’ shoulders. Locking his arms around Win’s waist, Ben Murdock lifts James up off the mat up onto his shoulder and falls backwards, James landing on his shoulders with a thud.

Alan Ducard: Great back drop suplex by Ben Murdock, and the fans are loving it!

Jimmy Yates: That’s because the momentum is shifting, right Bryan?

Bryan Harris: Whatever, Yates…

As James Win writhes in pain and arches his back, Ben Murdock calmly walks over and tags in Steve O’Reily.

Jimmy Yates: That was the easiest hot tag I’ve ever seen.

Venom enters the ring and watches as James Win works to get to his feet, and he simply grabs him and hoists The All Star up over his head with a gorilla press. Pivoting around, O’Reily looks Gryffin in the eye, then he flicks James forward, dropping him right in front of Anselm. The broadcast footage switches to a shot outside the ring of Trent Logan, who claps his hands at the move.

Alan Ducard: Trent Logan obviously pleased with how his team is performing, although I’m not sure if this is advisable.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, it really looks like O’Reily is daring Gryffin Anselm to get involved in the match, but why wouldn’t they want to keep working on James Win and not let the fresh competitor get tagged?

Bryan Harris: Right now, Steve O’Reiliy hasn’t wasted hardly any energy, so it would be the best opportunity he’s going to get if he wants to take on Gryffin Anselm.

Only toying with the idea of letting Gryffin enter the ring, Steve O’Reily helps James Win up off the mat, backs him up into the ropes and slams his forearm into James’ face, then sends him across the ring with an irish whip. As James Win charges back towards him after rebounding off the ropes, Venom reaches out and lifts him up off the mat with one fluid motion and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex.

Springing up and down on his toes, Steve O’Reily glares at Gryffin Anselm and just waits, loosening up. Even as James Win gets up off the mat, Venom just keeps his eyes locked on Gryffin. Stumbling backwards, The All Star makes it to the corner, reaches up and tags Anselm into the match before dropping down to the mat and rolling out of the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Jimmy Yates: This should be good.

Alan Ducard: Physically, Gryffin Anselm matches up better with Steve O’Reily, so this is the match up many have been waiting for.

The very moment Gryffin starts getting into the ring, Steve O’Reily charges in and connects with a knee to the gut, slowing Gryffin down before he even gets a chance to stand up in the ring. The fans cheer at the show of intensity, but Steve doesn’t slow down to acknowledge it. He pulls Gryffin into the ring and starts slamming his forearm into Gryffin’s head, and then pulls him in ashe drives his knee upwards, connecting with Gryffin’s gut, doubling him over. Hoisting Gryffin up off the mat, Steve turns towards the middle of the ring and sends him to the mat with a bodyslam.

Jimmy Yates: Look how effortlessly he just hoisted Gryffin up and tossed him down!

Taking a step forward, Venom drops an elbow to the middle of Anselm’s chest, then gets up off the mat and drops a second elbow that connects to the same spot. Instead of trying to get up, Anselm instead rolls to the side and ends up outside the ring. As soon as Gryffin’s feet touch the floor, Steve O’Reily gets out onto the apron and drops down to the floor behind Anselm.

Alan Ducard: Steve O’Reily not giving Gryffin a chance to catch a breather.

Bryan Harris: Bad idea on Venom’s part.

As Steve moves in behind Anselm, he’s met with a backwards kick which connects to his shin. The impact is enough to slow him for a moment, giving Gryffin the time to turn around, allowing him to slam a forearm shot into the side of O’Reily’s face. Without pulling his arm away, Anselm rakes his opponent’s face. Gryffin takes Venom by the arm, backs up a couple steps and whips him back-first into the steel guardrail.

Anselm moves in on O’Reily, and but as he gets close, Steve gets up and throws his foot out, connecting with Gryffin’s gut and stopping him in his tracks. When Venom tries to get closer, Anselm drills him with a right hand, backing him up a step. Since it looks like Steve is slowed, Gryffin goes for another right hand, but O’Reily blocks it, moves in and grabs Anselm around the waist, lifts him up off the mat and slams his lower back into the ring apron. Without letting his feet drop to the arena floor, Steve sits Gryffin up on the ring apron and rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope.

Jimmy Yates: Domination still in control as the action goes back into the ring.

Bryan Harris: We’ll see how long it lasts.

Taking Anselm by the head, Steve O’Reily helps his opponent up off the mat, hooks his head under his arm, grabs him by the waistband of his pants and goes for a vertical suplex. Using his foot to the side of Venom’s knee, Gryffin blocks the attempt, and when his feet are both back on the mat, Anselm drives his fist into Steve’s kidney area. A second one helps release the hold, and then Gryffin grabsSteve around the neck, hoists him up into the air and hits a suplex.

Alan Ducard: A blocked suplex attempt by Steve O’Reily leads to a vertical suplex instead by Gryffin Anselm.

Bryan Harris: Clearly O’Reily wasn’t expecting Gryffin to have enough in the tank to try for a suplex, so he wouldn’t think to block it. That’s where Gryffin has the advantage as a veteran in this sport.

Getting to his knees, Gryffin watches as Steve O’Reily works his way up off the mat. His opponent easily moving up faster than he can, Anselm drops his shoulder and charges forward, bulling Venom back into a corner. Steve drives his forearms downwards into Gryffin’s back, then stands him up, spins him around with his back against the corner turnbuckle and then he drives his shoulder into Gryffin’s gut. Taking a step back, Venom again drives his shoulder into Anselm’s gut.

Gripping onto the middle rope on either side of his opponent, and then Steve drives his shoulder into Gryffin’s gut. O’Reily stands up straight and is met with a right hand from Gryffin, though Anselm doesn’t move out of the corner. Shaking it off, O’Reily moves in and grabs Anselm by the arm with one hand, drives his other forearm into Gryffin’s face. With Gryffin moderately subdued, Steve takes him by the arm and whips him into the ropes. On the return, Gryffin ducks underneath a clothesline attempt and keeps running. Venom turns around and takes a couple steps forwards, dropping his shoulders down.

Jimmy Yates: Back body drop coming…

Bryan Harris: NO! Gryffin Anselm sees it coming… knee-assisted jawbreaker!

As O’Reily fights to get up off the mat, Gryffin slams his fist into the side of Steve’s head, grabs him, twists around and drops with a falling reverse neckbreaker. Both men stay on the mat for a moment, and then Gryffin gets a foot on the mat, gets up and stumbles to the corner and tags in James Win. The All Star swiftly gets back into the ring, backs up into the ropes for some momentum, and charges forward and hits a low dropkick down onto Venom, keeping him on the mat. Standing up, James Win flexes his muscles in the downward motion as he glares down at Venom.

Alan Ducard: James Win taunting the crowd, though he may want to keep in on the offensive.

Hopping up, The All Star steps up onto Venom’s chest, but is quickly shoved aside by O’Reily. Sensing he’s in a bad spot, James Win turns around and sends a soccer style kick into Steve’s ribs. Venom grabs hold onto The All Star’s foot, dragging him down to the mat. Steve tries to hold on to Win, but James kicks violently with his legs, breaking free. Getting to his feet, James dives forward feet first, sending a kick to Venom’s head.

Returning to his feet, James Win backs up a few steps, turns around and runs into the ropes, and on the return he leaps in Venom’s direction going for a low dropkick, but spotting coming it at the last moment, Steve gets a knee underneath himself and rolls sideways avoiding it. Getting to his feet, Steve moves towards his corner, dives, and tags Ben Murdock back into the match.

Jimmy Yates: Momentum is about to take another huge swing…

Alan Ducard: Here comes Rage!

Sprinting into the ring, Ben Murdock leaps and tackles James to the mat, then starts peppering him with repeated right hands to the face. James Win tries to block, but Murdock still connects with a few shots. Wanting to change up the pace, Murdock stands up, lifts Win to his feet, then whips him across the ring into the neutral corner. Ben moves in and kicks Win in the gut, dropping him down to the mat. Rage then starts stomping down violently, laying boot after boot into Win’s chest. Trying to stop the onslaught, James shoves Ben’s leg to the side, knocking it across the bottom rope.

Jimmy Yates: Win escapes to the outside!

Before Murdock could get his leg out from between the ropes, James Win had already slide out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Frustrated, Rage pushes himself between the ropes and heads to the outside. James Win spots him coming and starts to hustle. Ben chases him around the corner of the ring, but James keeps running. Turning a second corner, Win dives into the ring. Seeing that he would have to run past Gryffin Anselm, Murdock doesn’t follow around the second corner, but he stops and gets up onto the apron.

As Rage tries to join James Win in the ring, he gets caught with a kick to the chest from The All Star. James pulls his opponent full into the ring, grabs him around the waist, lifts up, turns, and drives downwards into the mat with a modified spinebuster. Win staggers to his feet and heads towards his corner, but then he notices Murdock starting to get up off the mat, so he runs in, leaps, and shoves Ben face first into the mat with a faceslam.

Alan Ducard: Big risk there taken by James Win by not making the tag.

Bryan Harris: He knows what he’s doing, he’s got enough left in him for that move, he’ll still be able to make the tag. Here he goes…

Almost crawling, James Win heads in the direction of The Diabolik’s corner, and diving forward, he makes the tag. Gryffin gets into the ring and grabs Murdock, trying to lift him up to his feet. Ben throws a haymaker, connecting with Anselm’s kidney area, stopping him in his tracks. Rage gets to his feet and headbutts Gryffin in the face. Before he can follow it up, Ben is grabbed by the wrist and he gets send into the far corner with an irish whip.

Drilling the turnbuckles back-first, Murdock spots an opportunity and charges the length of the ring and goes for a clothesline attempt on James Win, but The All Star hops backwards off the apron to the floor. Ben turns around to look for his opponent, and Gryffin charges in. Murdock tries to move away, can’t, and he gets caught with a running back-elbow smash from Anselm.

Jimmy Yates: Damn it, James Win was holding Murdock’s foot!

Bryan Harris: One of the hazards of getting caught in the opponent’s corner.

Wrapping his arms around Rage’s abdomen, Gryffin takes a step backwards and spins around and drives him into the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Putting a knee underneath himself, Gryffin drives his other knee into Murdock’s ribs. Ben fights and tries his best to get up off the mat, but Anselm slams his forearm downinto Rage’s shoulders, keeping him a bit more subdued. Gryffin then helps his opponent up off the mat just a bit, grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the Diabolik corner. James Win reaches over the top rope and starts choking Rage before Anselm follows up.Ben reaches back over his shoulder and jams his thumb into The All Star’s eye, then uses his fingers to poke James in the other eye.

Alan Ducard: That stops James Win’s involvement for now!

Gryffin sprints into the corner and connects with a elbow shot, slowing the fight of Murdock. Hoisting Murdock up onto his shoulders, Gryffin moves towards the middle of the ring and looks to go for the Devastator, but as he tries to shove him upwards to start the move, Anselm gets caught with an elbow shot to the head from Rage. The elbow gives Ben an opening, and he slips down behind Gryffin. Grabbing Anselm around the head, Rage pulls Gryffin backwards, then hoists him up off the mat and dives backwards with an inverted suplex. Flipping himself over from his back to his knees, Ben gets to his feet, clearly energized, and yells out, raising a fist and motions to Steve O’Reily.

Jimmy Yates: I think we might be about to see the combination move Domination has used to put their opponents away…

Taking Gryffin by the head, Ben Murdock lifts his opponent up off the mat and sets him up into a vertical head scissors position. As James Win sees this happening, he starts climbing up to the top turnbuckle, not caring about the fact that Ben Murdock is facing him. Rage lifts Gryffin up onto his shoulders to start the powerbomb, and Win leaps off the top turnbuckle and throws his legs outwards. Knowing his options, Murdock spins around, taking the missile dropkick from Win directly to the back, causing him to fall forwards, powerbombing Gryffin down onto the mat.

Jimmy Yates: He hit the powerbomb anyway!

Alan Ducard: James Win’s vision is still messed up, he couldn’t see exactly what he we doing!

James Win gets up off the mat and steps in front of Gryffin to check on his team mate, and then O’Reily leaps from the top rope and clotheslines James down, rolling him right across Gryffin. Ben gets Klinton Porter’s attention and hooks Anselm’s leg.

ONE…!

TWO..!!!

THREE!!!!!

Klinton Porter gets to his knees and signals for the bell.

The fans in the Target Center explode as VENOM reaches down and helps pull
his partner up to his feet, for them both to receive the World Tag Team
Titles!

Bryan Harris: They got lucky Ducard - that's all it was this time.

Jimmy Yates: Luck? You don't beat The Diabolik with luck Bryan. In fact, dare I say it with your penchant for calling the 'meatheads' that ending sequence with RAGE taking the dropkick to add momentum to the powerbomb showed a great deal of ring intelligence.

Alan Ducard: They have learned a great deal in their time in LEGACY, that's for sure Jimmy, and after passing maybe their greatest challenge to date, you have to wonder what is next for Domination?

Jimmy Yates: I'm sure they'll be clamoring for another defense Alan, but for right now, it's about celebrating a great victory.

As "Fear" booms over the loud speakers, both members of Domination hit the turnbuckles, raising the belts over their heads, soaking in the cheers from the crowd, before finally making their way to the back.

Flash to another locker room. Greyson Blade slowly taping up his right fist. He rips off a piece of tape, and smooths it.

Flash to the last locker room. Crash is sitting staring intently at the locker in front of him.

Flash back to Del Carver's lockerroom he reaches to his right and grabs an eye patch. He pulls it on. We spin around to see it has the same striped pattern of the referee's shirt. He smirks and gives us a wink and the music of Godsmack's "Straight out of Line" erupts.

"There's no reason, there's no compromise
Change in seasons, living the high life"

We get a snapshot of Crash is seen sitting inside a hottub enjoying the company of a bevy of beautiful women.

"I don't know you so don't freak on me
I can't control you, you're not my destiny"

An old shot of Greyson Blade in an OPW ring with Del Carver. Carver handing him an "Outlaw" t-shirt.

"Straight out of line
I can't find a reason why I should justify my ways"

Crash battling Greyson. A picture of Crash taking Greyson down with a wicked right hand.

"Straight out of line
I don't need a reason, you don't need to lie to me"

Greyson leveling Crash with a clothesline.

"I'll confess this: you're my tragedy
I laid you to rest just as fast as you turned on me"

A shot of Greyson planting Crash with the Shades of Grey spinebuster.

"Gone forever, banished the memories
this place of pleasure are masked by your misery"

Is replaced with a series of snapshots: Greyson missing the "Kill shot".

"Straight out of line"

Crash hoisting Greyson into position.

"I can't find a reason why I should justify my ways"

Driving him down with his Aero Zeppelin Driver

"Straight out of line"

Three snapshots of the referee counting....1...2...3.

"I don't need a reason, you don't need to lie to me
Lie to me"

Crash's hand being raised. Becomes a shot of Del Carver appearing on Legacy Vision Jumbotron.

"Straight out of line
I can't find a reason why I should justify my ways"

Crash leading a Diabolik beatdown on Greyson. The last shot of Greyson in a heap.

"Straight out of line"

Greyson looking at an old photo of he and Del Carver

"I don't need a reason, you don't need to
Don't need to lie to me"

Crash dropping Greyson on his head again with the Aero Zeppelin Driver.

"Lie to me"

Back to Crash in his locker room.... becomes the negative of the same image.

"Lie to me"

Greyson in his locker room... again becomes the negative.

"Lie to me"

Del Carver in his locker room.... once more becomes the negative as the music fades out, and the screen goes to static.

Legends collide, Next.