Josephina Colbert: Our next match is set for one fall.

A spotlight starts to creep through the crowd in the sold out arena. The spotlight illuminates the fans, who cheer and hold up signs in and wave their arms in response, until the roaming spotlight and camera shot finally settles on a man standing amongst the masses in the second deck.

Diamond Del Carver.

The 48 year old veteran is surrounded by fans, who are slapping him on the back and cheering. He is dressed in his usual blue jeans and biker boots, but he has also formalized his wardrobe by wearing a referee shirt with the sleeves cut off. Carver has a calm and contented look on his face, and as soon as the lights hit him, he starts to make his way through the people, down to the next level of the arena, on his way to the ring.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, he is the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!

Bryan Harris: I understand this guy’s getting a little old, but couldn’t someone have told him where to find the entrance curtain? There’s no need to see this. People used to respect this guy…

Alan Ducard: I don’t believe Mr Carver is lost, Bryan. I believe he wanted his first entrance to help him connect to the LEGACY fans for the first time, and I’d say he’s accomplishing that quite well.

As AC/DC continues to play, Carver weaves his way through the fans, the spotlight and camera following him along, until he makes it to the ringside area. Carver climbs over the crowd barrier and stands at ringside. Before climbing into the ring, Diamond Del Carver walks all the way around, slapping hands with the fans.

Josephina Colbert: Now entering the ring… he is the man… the myth… the LEGEND… he is “DIAMOND”… Del… CAAAAAARVER!!

The aged wrestler receives a thunderous ovation from the sold out crowd. It is clear that although this is his debut with LEGACY, the fans in attendance are familiar with Diamond Del Carver’s history in various other organizations. Carver is now in the ring, and he stands in the far corner waiting, as his music fades out.

Bryan Harris: Now that Carver’s done, let’s get down to the actual competitors.

As soon as Carver’s music fades, "Here Comes the Pain" by Slayer starts to play over the sound system. The cheers that had been coming from the crowd quickly turn to boos, as Crash appears in the spotlight at the head of the aisle, and starts to slowly walk toward the ring, his face expressionless. The former LEGACY Champion’s face is like a stone, he is a study in concentration as he walks the entrance walkway towards the ring.

Alan Ducard: A former LEGACY World Champion, this is a very important match for Crash. Greyson Blade is working his way up to getting another shot at the World Championship, and so once this match is over, the loser’s going to have to wait a bit longer to get another World Championship opportunity.

Jimmy Yates: These are two of the biggest hitters in LEGACY history, and you have to wonder whether Crash is going to try to get some help from the rest of the Diabolik to tip things in his favor… a scenario slightly more unlikely considering Del Carver is the referee for this match.

Bryan Harris: Think what you will, but Crash is a VERY accomplished veteran, and he doesn’t need The Diabolik to get involved to win this match.

When he is entering the ring, Crash pointedly ignores Del Carver, walking over to the far corner, taking off his signature LEGACY shirt and then adjusting the tape around his wrists casually.

Josephina Colbert: In the ring to my left, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and representing Diabolik…this is CRASH!

The boos continue as the camera shot shifts from the ring and pulls back to a broad shot of the Minneapolis crowd, waiting in anticipation for the second combatant. There’s a buzzing in the air, excitement for what’s about to happen. There jeers and insults for Crash, standing in the ring, slowly die down and are replaced with a growing “Blade” chant that echoes through the arena. The cameras move around the arena showing a plethora of fans wearing “Demand Respect” t-shirts, holding up signs such as one with ‘Killshot Crash” written above it with a “bulls-eye” over a picture of The Diabolik member.

Jimmy Yates: Best sign I’ve seen in a while!

Alan Ducard: These fans get increasingly better at photoshopping images.

The chanting continues for a few more moments, and the LEGACY Vision big screen flickers to life, and we see that now trademark video of The Outlaw skeleton rising from flames, it’s eyes flashing to life, and upon drawing its six-shooter flames burst forth from the hammer strikes as it fires, and as the video image of the gun fires, it happens – the opening chords of Metallica’s “Outlaw Torn” blast from the public address system of the Target Center, and the place comes unglued as a roar of cheers heralds The Outlaw’s arrival.

Josephina Colbert: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee … “The Outlaw” Greyson Blade!

The Outlaw steps forth and appears before the LEGACY crowd, and into the midst of the frenzy.

Jimmy Yates: Listen to this capacity crowd, they are at a fever pitch for this match already and it has become even louder as we here the amazing ovation for The Outlaw.

Alan Ducard: He was here for LEGACY at the very beginning, and now, he’s still here for LEGACY, looking to wrest the future of this federation from The Diabolik’s grasp.

Bryan Harris: He can sure try Alan, but Crash beat Blade once already, let’s not forget that fact. If he beats him again here on PPV, you can bet Crash will be challenging for the World Title in no time at all.

Jimmy Yates: This match could very well have a significant impact on the direct of the LEGACY World Title as we have two former champions going toe-to-toe tonight, all under the auspice of Diamond Del Carver.

Alan Ducard: Speaking of Del Carver, we know from promo work this week what he has meant to The Outlaw, but from a personal stand point, this has to be difficult for Blade, wondering whether he can truly believe in Carver here tonight.

Bryan Harris: He doesn’t have much of a choice Alan, Carver is the official of record, so Blade’s and LEGACY’s future are in his hands of that one-eyed official.

The camera focuses in on The Outlaw amidst the reaction of the frenzied crowd. He’s dressed in a “Demand Respect” t-shirt, black jeans, black boots, and his wrists and hands are taped up. He stares at Crash as he steps inside the ring with a sneer. He stands in the corner next to the steps, and points to Crash, and mouths the words “You’re Done” to him.

The bell rings…

Alan Ducard: Here we go, Blade vs. Crash…this one should be intense!

Bryan Harris: It will be good if Carver keeps his nose out of the action and lets Crash do his thing. If Carver gives Crash a fair chance.

Greyson Blade and Crash silently stare at each other for a moment. Finally, Blade falls back into the ropes, and then comes springing off, runs across the ring, and hits the ropes at the far side of the ring at full speed. Blade then crosses the ring, comes off the far ropes, and runs at Crash with a flying shoulder tackle. Crash is ready. Crash catches Blade, and then spins around quickly, and absolutely crushes him with a POWERSLAM!

Alan Ducard: Cover by Crash and Carver is down to administer the count…

Jimmy Yates: ONE! TWO! NO! Greyson Blade kicks out! Blade was just one second away from losing this match in the opening minute!

Bryan Harris: Wow, Carver didn’t get caught out of position and gave a fair count there. What a miracle.

Greyson Blade quickly rolls to the outside of the ring. Blade takes a quick breather, holding his ribs. The Outlaw climbs back onto the apron, but as he does so, Crash is there to meet him. Crash grabs Blade by the head, and flips him over the top rope! Greyson Blade lands flat on his back, and before he can move, Crash drops an elbow smash across his chest! Crash quickly jumps to his feet, and drops another! Then Crash repeats the process, and drops another!

Crash gets up, and grabs Greyson Blade by the boot, and pulls him to the middle of the ring. Crash secures both of Greyson’s legs under his arms…and then CATAPULTS him into the far corner at an amazing rate of speed! Greyson Blade flies headfirst into the turnbuckle, and then crashes back to the mat! Crash pulls Blade to his feet, and fires him into the ropes. Crash catches The Outlaw coming off and then spins around…dropping him with a spinebuster!

Alan Ducard: That could be it! Cover by Crash!

Jimmy Yates: ONE! TWO! NO! Greyson Blade kicks out!

Bryan Harris: Okay…that is the second time Crash got the two count only. Now I’m thinking maybe that count was a bit slow.

Crash starts to pull Greyson Blade to his feet again. Blade sticks his head under the arm of Crash, and stands up straight…driving Crash into the mat with a backdrop! Blade bounces off the rope, and drops an elbow across the head of Crash. Blade gets up, measures Crash off, and drops another sharp elbow, right across the forehead of Crash. With the second elbow, Crash’s leg twitches involuntarily.

The Outlaw grabs Crash around the back of the head, and pulls him up into a sitting position in the center of the ring. Blade circles behind Crash, and fires a brutal kick across his back, hitting Crash right across the back of the neck with his shin. Blade measures him out, and does it again…and a third time. Crash’s body starts to tremble with the impact.

Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade going to work on Crash.

Jimmy Yates: You can see the anger and determination on Blade’s face as he goes to work on Crash.

Bryan Harris: Yeah and Carver is just standing there like a dope and letting this happen. Shouldn’t he be telling Blade to watch those kicks?

Blade leaps over the sitting Crash, and grabs his head as he jumps. Crash’s head and neck violently snap forward, and then spring back as Blade lands.

Alan Ducard: Forward snapmare neckbreaker, and Crash is in trouble! Blade goes for a cover!

Jimmy Yates: ONE! TWO! NO! Crash kicks out…with authority!”

Bryan Harris: Carver’s count is faster when Blade is going for the cover…you can tell. Obvious bias!

Greyson Blade gets to his feet first, and kicks at the back of the right knee of Crash to ensure that he stays on the mat. Blade immediately circles behind Crash, and slaps on a rear chinlock, with which he wrenches the head and neck of Crash. Blade leaves the chinlock locked on, in sleeperhold type fashion. The Outlaw bears down on the reverse chinlock from behind. The fans impatiently clap their hands and stomp their feet. Greyson is sweating profusely by this time, and you can tell by looking at his face that he has clamped down on Crash’s neck as hard as he can.

Greyson asks Del Carver to check Crash’s arm. Diamond Del Carver takes Crash’s arm and lifts in up, and it falls limp. Carver lifts Crash’s arm and it falls a second time. He grabs Crash’s arm, and drops it a third time…but just before it falls all the way, Crash’s eyes snap open, and he catches his arm before it falls.

Crash fights his way up to one knee. Greyson Blade bears down on the chinlock and twists…but Crash stands up! Crash is now standing up, as Greyson Blade still has the chinlock applied!

Alan Ducard: Crash has fought his way back to his feet here…

Jimmy Yates: Crash has guts and skill to spare, no doubt about it.

Bryan Harris: Especially since Blade just had him in an illegal chokehold and Del Carver just stood there and let it happen.

Crash charges backwards as hard as he can, into the corner! The impact hits Greyson Blade back first, and he releases the chinlock and crumples to the mat. Crash puts both hands around his throat and begins to cough violently, but as he does so, he turns, and stomps on The Outlaw Greyson Blade. Greyson Blade is trying to get up after being smashed into the corner, but once Crash stomps on him, Greyson falls face first to the mat.

Crash reaches down grabs Blade and hip tosses him across the ring. Greyson Blade starts to get up, but Crash blows past him with an incredibly fast running clothesline…which causes The Outlaw to do a complete 360 in the air and land face first on the mat again!

Alan Ducard: An amazing show of both speed and power by Crash!

Jimmy Yates: Wow! Crash just hit Blade so hard with that clothesline, he spun through the air!

Bryan Harris: Just because Crash is a big, muscular guy it doesn’t mean he can’t wrestle with the best of them, you know.

Before Blade can even start to get up, Crash fires a massive knee lift, knocking Blade backwards into the corner, where he sits in a slump, dazed. Crash pulls the limp The Outlaw Greyson Blade to his feet, locks him up for a suplex, but then shifts and drops Greyson onto the top rope in a seated position, and then climbs up himself as the fans buzz in excitement…

Alan Ducard: Here we go…look at this…

Jimmy Yates: SUPERPLEX ON GREYSON BLADE BY CRASH!

Bryan Harris: That’s it! Match over!

Greyson Blade hits the mat like a ton of bricks, and actually bounces upon impact. Greyson’s hand immediately goes to his back, as he writhes in agony. Crash gets up, and tosses Greyson over his shoulder. Crash drops to one knee, executing a picture perfect shoulderbreaker…but he doesn’t let Greyson go! Instead, Crash stands up again, and drops down…this time extending his other knee! Crash releases Greyson, who falls like a stone. Crash rolls Greyson over with his foot, and then backs up into the ropes, and comes off, dropping his leg across the chest of Greyson Blade. Greyson’s body jack-knifes upon impact.

Alan Ducard: Cover by Crash! ONE! TWO!

Jimmy Yates: NO! The Outlaw gets his shoulder up in time!

Crash leaps to his feet, and screams at Diamond Del Carver, holding three fingers in Carver’s face. Del Carver shakes his head calmly. Crash sticks his hand right in Carver’s face, holding up the three fingers. Diamond Del Carver sticks his hand in Crash’s face, and holds up one finger…the middle one.

Jimmy Yates: Oh very nice. Very classy.

Crash curses at the smirking Del Carver, but then turns his attention back to Greyson Blade. Crash pulls Blade to his feet, and then Irish Whips him face first into the corner as hard as he can. Greyson hits the corner turnbuckles so hard that he flips over the top and lands on the outside, face first! The fans cheer in amazement, as Crash walks over and jumps over the top rope, nimbly dropping to the outside. Greyson is now on all fours on the outside of the ring, trying to get up. Crash pulls Greyson to his feet, and then charges forward, ramming The Outlaw back first into the steel post! In addition to the damage done to his back, Blade’s head bounces off the post!

The Outlaw Greyson Blade sickly slides down the post into a heap. Crash picks Greyson up, and bodyslams him on the concrete! Greyson’s back arches in pain, and then he lays still, his foot twitching. Crash pulls the semiconscious Outlaw to his feet, and then throws him over his shoulder. Crash hoists Greyson up, and takes a run at the next steel post, as if he intends to drive him head first into it.

Greyson Blade deftly slides off, and at the last minute, violently shoves Crash into the post instead, head first! The crowd groans at the loud crack of Crash’s head smacking the steel post! Crash falls to the ground, and Blade falls to his knees behind him, still clutching his back. Both men are down, outside the ring. Diamond Del Carver has been calmly standing in the ring, letting the two men brawl it out, without interfering. It looks as if Carver is about to start the countout…

Suddenly, the crowd stirs, and the camera shot goes up the aisle. We see a massive 6 foot 6 inches tall man in a black suit, who has to be at least 260 pounds. It is Giovanni, bodyguard of Big Lou…sponsor of Diabolik.

Alan Ducard: Oh no…not now! It’s Big Lou’s bodyguard!

Jimmy Yates: I knew this would happen! I knew Lou’s syndicate would never let The Outlaw Greyson Blade get his hands on Crash without sticking their noses in. Now that Blade has the upper hand outside the ring, look who comes out!

Bryan Harris: You don’t know that he’s here to interfere…he might just be coming down to get a better look at the action!

The massive bodyguard slowly walks down the aisle and toward the area where Blade and Crash are both on all fours outside the ring. The fans are deafening with their boos and jeers, and some are even hurling garbage at Giovanni, but the massive bodyguard just ignores it as the trash bounces off him.

Giovanni helps Crash to his feet, and then grabs Blade by the back of the jeans and rolls him into the ring. Crash rolls under the bottom rope, and then the massive Giovanni steps up onto the apron. Diamond Del Carver points at the huge bodyguard and shouts at the top of his lungs, telling the massive bruiser to get off the apron and leave the ringside area. Giovanni shakes his head indicating no. Carver points up the aisle and bellows that Giovanni must leave. The bodyguard just stands there, shaking his head…and then he actually leans over the top rope toward Carver, as if he is about to say something.

Suddenly, Diamond Del Carver leaps forward, and while he is in midair he secures Giovanni in a ¾ facelock…and then he leaps down toward the mat in a Diamond Cutter! However, because Giovanni is on the outside apron, his neck and head are violently snapped downward, throat first over the top rope! Giovanni is propelled top speed neck first against the top rope, and then his body rebounds upward, sending him flying off the apron and onto the concrete!

The crowd explodes as Diamond Del Carver has just given Giovanni the Diamond Cutter across the top rope! Giovanni is now flat on his back on the outside of the ring, with both his hands over his throat, choking loudly. As he starts to get up, Diamond Del Carver reaches into the back pocket of his jeans, and pulls out a black leather glove, wrapped in a strand of barbed wire! The fans amp up the cheers even louder, as Del Carver looks ready to pull the glove onto his right hand and give Giovanni the infamous Tokyo Kiss!

Alan Ducard: Diamond Del Carver warned everybody he would not tolerate any outside interference in this match, and now he’s showing LEGACY that he means what he says!

Jimmy Yates: That barbed wire glove is infamous…a lot of men have been belted in the face with that thing over the years, and it looks like Giovanni is next!

Bryan Harris: This is a disgrace! How can LEGACY consider Del Carver and official? First he almost chokes an innocent spectator to death by forcing him throat first across the top rope, and now he’s going to punch him in the head with a glove wrapped in BARBED WIRE? This is barbaric!

As Greyson Blade and Crash both look on from inside the ring, taking this opportunity to rest up, Diamond Del Carver pulls the barbed wire glove over his right hand, and assumes a boxer’s stance in front of the ropes, daring Giovanni to try and jump back on the apron. The massive bodyguard is still holding his throat and coughing as he stares up into the ring at Carver. Diamond Del Carver yells down at Giovanni, telling him to try it. Finally, Giovanni shakes his head in disgust, and turns and walks back up the aisle to the back! The crowd cheers in appreciation!

Del Carver turns back to the middle of the ring, and pulls the glove off his hand, stuffing it back in his pocket. He points at Blade, and then to Crash, and motions for them to fight! The match will continue!

Crash goes into a crouch position, preparing to lock up, but Greyson Blade charges forwards and throws a perfect right hook, which catches Crash right in the middle of the forehead. Crash is rocked. Greyson swings widely, and pastes Crash in the forehead again, this time with a right roundhouse. Crash falls back. Greyson starts to fire a rapid succession of stiff right jabs into the forehead of Crash over and over again. The Outlaw pounds away, and is now crouched over the fallen Crash, taking out his frustration and desire for revenge!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is taking out his frustration on Crash!

Jimmy Yates: He finally does have Crash where he wants him and he is taking his revenge Alan, no doubt about it.

Bryan Harris: He’s also using an illegal closed fist, and Del Carver is standing there doing nothing about it.

Suddenly, Crash reaches up, and clamps one his hands around the neck of Greyson Blade, like a vice. Blade stops punching. Crash tightens his grip. The Outlaw starts to turn blue, and throws both his hands to his throat, trying desperately to unlock the claw like hand of Crash from around his throat. It doesn’t work. Slowly, Crash rises to his feet, and Greyson Blade falls to his knees in front of him, still trying desperately to release the grasp of Crash’s hand from around his throat.

Diamond Del Carver yells at Crash to stop choking Blade. Crash shakes his head. Del Carver angrily starts to count to five. Crash raises his free hand as far over his head as he can, and makes a fist. Like a hammer, Crash swings his hand down as hard as he can, right onto the side of Greyson Blade’s neck. Blade’s entire body immediately goes completely limp. Crash releases the chokehold just as Diamond Del Carver is about to reach the count of five…but the damage has been done and Greyson Blade slumps forward, choking and sputtering. Crash pulls Greyson Blade to his feet, and starts to throw a series of his own punches into the face of The Outlaw!

Greyson Blade comes to life, and begins to answer with punches of his own! Crash has Blade by the back of the head with one hand, and is pounding a closed fist into his face with the other! Blade responds in kind, grabbing Crash and first back with hammer like shots of his own! Greyson Blade is still winded from the choke, and Crash starts to get the better of the brawling exchange. The Outlaw’s punches become less frequent, and he is swaying on his feet for a moment…and then Crash drops him to the mat with a boot to the gut.

Crash stands over Greyson Blade, who is trying to get up, unsuccessfully. Crash reaches down, and locks Greyson Blade’s head between his knees, face first. With a smooth motion…Crash hoists him up…for a powerbomb! Crash spins, and drives Blade into the mat, back first at full speed!

Alan Ducard: Powerbomb, and Crash goes for the cover…

Jimmy Yates: ONE! TWO! NO! Blade puts his foot over the bottom rope!

Bryan Harris: Another slow count by Diamond Del Carver, might I add.

Crash slowly gets up, and sets up Greyson Blade for another powerbomb. Crash drives The Outlaw Greyson Blade back first to the mat again! Greyson’s right leg is twitching violently now. Crash drops to his knees, and lies across Greyson Blade for the cover again…

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Although Greyson Blade is indeed semiconscious, he does manage to lift his shoulder ever so slightly. Crash shakes his head incredulously, and then pulls Greyson to his feet. On his way up into the air, Greyson Blade fires a wild swing at Crash, nailing him right in the face with an elbow!

Crash stumbles backwards, dazed, since he never saw it coming, Greyson Blade straightens up, and takes aim. With a look of determination on his face, Greyson Blade lifts his arm high and bashes Crash over the head with an elbow smash!

Crash collapses…

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is fighting his way back to life here, and he just cracked Crash over the skull with that vicious elbow smash!

Jimmy Yates: Cover by Blade! ONE! TWO! NO! Crash kicks out!

Bryan Harris: Fast count by Diamond Del Carver, might I add.

The Outlaw Greyson Blade curses, and then stands up, bounces off the rope, and comes down as hard as he can on the chest of Crash with a kneedrop! Another cover by Blade…

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Crash gets the shoulder up again!

Greyson Blade turns and gives Diamond Del Carver an icy stare. Carver shrugs and holds up two fingers. Greyson Blade stands up and then circles behind Crash. As Crash starts to get up, Greyson slaps on a waistlock, and rears Crash back into a German Suplex, with a bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Crash STILL lifts the shoulder!

Greyson Blade pounds his fist into the mat in frustration. Greyson circles around behind Crash, and waits for him to get up. As he does, Greyson slips one hand around the back of his neck, and the other one through…Greyson is trying to apply a sleeper hold! Crash struggles violently, and fires back with an elbow, which catches Greyson Blade right upside the head. Blade collapses, holding his head.

Crash turns around unsteadily, and picks up Greyson Blade. Crash slams Greyson to the mat with as much strength as he can muster, and then he rolls him over. Crash jumps into the air and then drives a knee right into the spine of Greyson Blade! Greyson thrashes around for a moment, but is then still.

Crash stands back, and waits for The Outlaw to get up. Although it looks like Crash is giving Blade time to recover, in truth he is trying to recover himself. Finally Greyson Blade starts to crawl to his feet. As soon as Blade stands up, Crash charges and flattens Greyson Blade with a lariat clothesline, and The Outlaw goes down. Crash pulls Blade to his feet, and throws him into the ropes. As Blade comes off the opposite rope, Crash nails him with a back elbow, and The Outlaw goes down in a heap.

Alan Ducard: Crash goes for the cover…

Jimmy Yates: ONE! TWO! NO! Blade kicks out! He kicks out!

Bryan Harris: So what? That’s just because Carver is counting slow.

Crash stares at Blade in amazement. Crash pulls Greyson Blade to his feet, and whips him into the ropes again. As The Outlaw bounces off the ropes, Crash backs up and comes off the opposite side, and then leaps into the air and hits The Outlaw Greyson Blade perfectly with a side leg kick.

Crash rolls over on his back, exhausted. Both men are on their backs in the middle of the ring, semiconscious, neither one willing to stay down. Diamond Del Carver stands over both men, and starts to administer the standing ten count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight…

At nine, both men start to struggle to their feet, and use the ropes on the opposite sides of the ring to pull themselves into a standing position. The crowd comes to their feet, and gives both men a deafening standing ovation. Greyson Blade and Crash stand across the ring from each other, and nod grimly at one another, as if to say, “let’s finish it.” They lock up in mid-ring.

Both men grapple for position, with Crash getting the upper hand. Greyson Blade is forced back to the ropes due to Crash’s superior use of leverage. Del Carver interjects himself and calls for a break. Crash responds by firing a crushing chop to the chest of Greyson Blade. Greyson’s head snaps backwards. Greyson Blade responds in kind, launching a knife edge chop of his own at Crash, which connects. Crash fires back. So does Greyson. The two fighters maneuver to the center of the ring, as they throw alternating chops into each other’s torsos. Left and right, back and forth, Greyson Blade and Crash pound away at each other with brutal shots, as the fans cheer themselves hoarse at the awesome slugfest they are witnessing.

Suddenly, Greyson Blade ducks a chop from Crash, and buries a body shot, right into the side of Crash. Crash winces in pain. Blade starts to bury body shots to Crash, as Crash’s flailing punches become weaker and weaker. Finally, Crash doubles over from the onslaught of Greyson Blade. Greyson Blade throws a quick front facelock on Crash, and swings him over, into a wicked swinging neckbreaker!

Alan Ducard: Cover by The Outlaw…

Jimmy Yates: ONE! TWO! NO!

Bryan Harris: What more do these two have to do to each other?

The Outlaw Greyson Blade stays on Crash, and pulls him to his feet again, this time, twisting him over into a “Rude Awakening” style sit out neckbreaker!

Cover by Blade…

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Blade sits back, drained and exhausted. Crash is rolling around on the mat, holding his neck. The Outlaw finally climbs to his feet and pulls Crash up as he does. Greyson Blade circles behind Crash, and locks him up in a waistlock. Greyson slides his head under the right arm of Crash, and then in a sudden motion, snaps him into the air backwards, and releases him! Crash fires over Greyson Blade’s back vertically, and then lands right on top of his head!

Back Drop Driver!

Jimmy Yates: “IT’S OVER! ONE! TWO! THR…NO! NO! NO! Crash lifts the shoulder at the absolute LAST second! UNREAL! After he just got thrown backwards in a back suplex, right on top of his head! That was a TEXTBOOK, PERFECTLY EXECUTED Back Drop Driver…but Crash WON’T STAY DOWN!!!”

The Outlaw Greyson Blade stands up, in shock. Crash lies motionless on the mat. Greyson Blade turns to Diamond Del Carver and grabs him by the front of the shirt. Diamond Del Carver violently shoves Blade backward and holds up two fingers, shaking his head.

Greyson Blade turns his attention back to Crash, and he pulls him to his feet. As Crash is starting to get up, he fires a wicked uppercut into the midsection of Blade, doubling him over. The Outlaw has the wind knocked out of him and he is bent over in pain. Crash takes a moment to recover, and then he grabs Blade by the wrist and whips him into the ropes. Crash stands ready in position, waiting for Blade to rebound off the ropes so he can catch him and spin him into the mat with a spinebuster. However, as Blade rebounds off the ropes, he crouches and goes into a tackle position, using the momentum from Crash’s whip to the ropes to his advantage! Blade propels himself toward Crash at full speed…

SPEAR!

Blade nails Crash dead on with the KILLSHOT! He remains laying on top of Crash for the cover, and Diamond Del Carver slides down to the mat…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The fans erupt as the bell rings and “The Outlaw Torn” by Metallica starts to play over the sound system.

Bryan Harris: There he goes…leaving the scene of the crime! I hope he’s proud of himself.

Jimmy Yates: What the hell are you talking about Bryan? He called that match right down the middle! All he did was keep Giovanni from getting involved, other than that he did a great job.

Alan Ducard: Speaking of a great job, both these men should be proud of the effort they put in here tonight…this was a great, hard hitting, back and forth match…and you can tell they’re still feeling it!

Crash and Greyson Blade are both still lying in the middle of the ring, breathing heavily and soaked with sweat. Finally, Blade slowly rolls out of the ring and walks up the aisle, holding his back tenderly. You can tell he is going to be sore for a few days after this war. Meanwhile back in the ring, Crash finally sits up, holding his ribs and looking exhausted and disappointed.

"So close no matter how far"

We pull back to see Loco staring down at the title, lustily.

"Couldn't be much more from the heart"

A close up of X mouthing the word "Bullsh*t".

"Forever trusting who we are"

Loco Martinez hoists the Legacy World Title above his head triumphantly.

"And nothing else matters"

An almost identical shot to the pose, but this time its X-Calibur hoisting the belt.

"Never opened myself this way"

X-Calibur ringside laying the title across the table daring anyone in Legacy to touch it.

"Life is ours, we live it our way"

A shot of the same title inside Loco Martinez's trophy case.

"All these words I don't just say"

John Thomas touching the title.
FLASH. X-Terminator.
Loco Martinez rests his hand on the title.
FLASH. X-Terminator.

"And nothing else matters"

The World Title resting on the shoulder of its holder, X-Calibur.

Music fades out slowly and we get a quick flurry of clips from Strife and promos over the last few weeks. Loco staring at the belt, he reaches down and purposely touches it,

Loco Martinez: Oops.

A quick blur and Loco places the belt on X's shoulder. X asks.

X-Calibur: You think you can beat me?

Loco nods.

X-Calibur: Bullsh*t!

Flash to the last Strife before Legacy X.

X-Calibur: 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.

A flash of a dry erase board with the following equation on it: LEGACY X = X - Au = LM + Au : as the musical intro from Nine Inch Nails' "Sin" begins, we continue to get some trashtalk highlights.

Loco Martinez: That the Math Doesn't lie.

X-Calibur: Because in the end, it all comes down to this. That one match. That one event. That one moment that means more to you than your opponent could ever possibly realize.

That opponent... is Loco Martinez.

That event... is LEGACY X.

And that moment... is me walking out of Minneapolis with the World Championship around my waist.

Loco Martinez: Do you remember where you were when..."

That's how epic this encounter will be. Where 23,000 are in attentendance but over 70,000 say

"We were "IN THE BUILDING" when..."

The match where Rob Belote looks at the bottom line, and even his rich ass goes,

"Damn, that made me a lot of money when..."

Where you and I can look at our grandkids, and say

"I was in the ring when..."

.... Loco Martinez beat X-Calibur for the Legacy Heavyweight Championship of the World.

X-Calibur: Heh. You want to shoot, Ralphie? Careful. You might shoot your eye out.

Oh. OhohohohoHOO. I couldn't resist.

Seriously, though... you wanna throw venom? Alright. Lets f**king throw. But just so you know? I'm a King Cobra, bitch

Loco Martinez: I will be the next Legacy World Champion.

Not because you disrespected the Title. The Company. Or didn't live up to some unspoken code of chivalry that a champion is supposed to adhere to. No. You disrespected, ME. You laid your hands on me, like I was a mongrel pup who was snapping at table scraps. You stuffed my nose in it like I did something wrong. And X, you, and the world knows... I didn't do a damn thing wrong. NOTHING. You have to play it macho and save face? Keep your rep? That's fine, dude. But realize it will not. Not NOW. NOT EVER. Be at Loco Martinez's expense. I didn't get to where I am today by rolling over and dying. I didn't ascend the highest reaches of this business by being a pushover.

You made your choice. You stood your ground.

And it will be the costliest mistake of your career.

X-Calibur: The whole time? Through these insecurities... I sit back, fold my arms, and f**king smile. Why? Because it's almost here. On the precipice of the greatest match LEGACY has ever seen, I watch you twist and squirm in your seat, like the poor kid on the bus who knows he's about to get his ass kicked as soon as it reaches his stop. I watch you sweat bullets and mentally revisit the pain from the X-Terminator I gave you. I watch you come to the realization... that the doors are finally open, and I'm waiting over there by the big oak tree that is LEGACY X, fists clenched and ready to kick your scrawny ass.

Step off the bus, bitch. So we can do this.

You said your sh*t. I said mine. All that's left now... is to f**king fight. All that's left now, is for me to win.

And that I will, Loco. One way or another, that I will.

The music explodes and we see Loco and X in their respective halloween costumes. No audio we just focus on their faces. As Trent Reznor's lyrics start.

"You give me the reason.
You give me control."

Their faces are happy. Smiling. Joking. Like two long friends catching up.

"I gave you my purity.
My purity you stole."

The smiles fade. Words are exchanged. They end up locked in an icy stare down. 180 degree turn from their previous jovial state.

"Did you think I wouldn't recognize this compromise."

Loco reaching down and touching the title accidentally.

"Am I just too stupid to realize."

X-Calibur leveling Loco with an X-Terminator.

"Stale incense old sweat and lies lies lies

Loco Martinez leaning against the top rope sweat pouring down his face.

"It comes down to this."

Loco and X standing nose to nose the crowd around them frenzied.

"Your kiss."

Loco Martinez hoists the Legacy world title after he first won it and kisses it.

"Your fist."

Loco dropping an opponent with a right hand.

"And your strain."

Loco fights to get to his feet after the X-terminator.

"It get's under my skin."

Loco shooting an annoyed smirk. Pacing. Ready to lunge.

"Within."

Loco places the title on X-Calibur's shoulder. We see X mouth "You think you can beat me?" and Loco nods.

"Take in the extent of my sin"

John Thomas accidentally nailing Loco with the world title.

"You give me the anger.
You give me the nerve."

X-Calibur storms towards the ring and nails John Thomas who was holding his world title.

"Carry out the sentence.
I get what I deserve."

X leaps from the top rope with the Hang Time Elbow

"I'm just an effigy to be defaced.
To be disgraced."

Loco on the top rope and leaps nailing a picture perfect moonsault

"Your need for me has been replaced.
And if I can't have everything well then just give me a taste."

A shot of Loco holding the World Championship, becomes a shot of X-Calibur wearing the World Championship.

"It comes down to this."

Loco and X eye to eye.

"Your kiss."

A shot of him and Catrina walking arm in arm. Becomes a shot of them arguing. Becomes them walking arm in arm again.

"Your fist."

X driving right hands into Crash.

"And your strain."

A bloodied X-Calibur lying in the middle of the ring.

"It get's under my skin."

X shakes his head after he just leveled Loco. He goes and straightens the belt on the announce table.

"Within."

X-Calibur nails Crash with the X-Terminator. Makes the cover. And is awarded the Legacy World Championship.

"Take in the extent of my sin"

A shot of a Legacy referee holding the title above his head... as the music fades we see Loco and X-Calibur on more time face to face intensity etched on their faces.

GREATEST.

SHOW.

ON EARTH!

The crowd roars as the palm muted bassline of the Von Bondies' "C'mon C'mon" erupts as the words "GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH" flash up on the Legacy Vision Jumbotron. The ringmaster heads to the back, the clowns continue to jug. Firebreathers continue to spew fire balls into the air, impressively.

"ON ANOTHER DAY C'mon C'mon!"

"With these ropes tied tight can we do no wrong
Now we grieve 'cause now it's gone
Things were good when we were young"

The lights drop out in the arena and we continue to see fireballs from the fire breathers.

"With my teeth bite down I can see the blood
Of a thousand men who have come and gone
Now we grieve 'cause now it's gone
Things were good when we were young"

A lone yellow spotlight falls onto the edge of the floor seats, standing there on the top of a yellow six foot ladder, wearing his baggy black vinyl pants with a gold "MoFo" up the left leg, and wearing new, special, gold boots. He bobs his head to the music while the crowd roars, and the production truck cuts out the music so they sing along with the music.

"Is it safe to say?
Crowd: c'mon c'mon
Was it right to leave?
Crowd: c'mon c'mon
Will I ever learn?
Crowd: c'mon c'mon
(c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon)"

After the first chorus Loco points below him, and turns and falls backwards off the ladder. There's a gasp, but as Loco is hoisted by the first few rows he is passed hand over hand by the ringside crowd. He bodysurfs his way towards the ring as the music continues. He gets to where the barricade ends, and has two Legacy security guards help him down. He hops up onto the apron eliciting another roar from the crowd. He rolls backwards into the ring, as flashbulbs pop all around him. As the music fades, the lights come up. Loco bounces around the ring, loosening up.

Alan Ducard: Impressive entrance from the challenger. Loco looking very fit, focused, and ready for a fight here tonight!

“Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers and the lights dim down considerably, almost entirely dark. As the melodious chords strum along to the beating drum, X-Calibur appears from behind the curtain, wearing a pair of black and white wrestling pants. Looking annoyed by Loco’s entrance, X-Calibur stands there for a second, looking out at the capacity crowd that has come to see the one of the greatest match-ups of all time finally happen.

Jimmy Yates: This is it. No more games. No more talking. Look at X... that is the face of a man focused on winning.

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

On his left leg there’s a large, smirking skull with broken teeth, cracked bone, and an “X” carved into his forehead. On his right leg the word “l e g e n d a r y” is written vertically in sharp, blade-like, ghost-white letters. Around his waist is the LEGACY World Championship, looking as beautiful as ever.

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

X-Calibur yells out, pointing at the crowd and then at his waist, making a motion that “This belt is staying around my waist!”. The look on his face tells a story of a man who is beyond amped up for the match at hand.

“Anger
Misery
Youll suffer unto me”

At this point in the song, X-Calibur points directly ahead at Loco... and smiles.

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

X-Calibur looks out at the portion of the crowd that is close to him near the entrance way. A fan holding up “THE GREATEST SHOW ON EARTH” sign flips X-Calibur off, who in turn shrugs indifferently. Not far from this man, another guy is holding up “X IS GONNA KILL YOU!” with his fist outstretched. Reaching down slightly from the elevated ramp, X extends his fist and bumps it. Looking ahead at Loco, X-Calibur continues walking down the ramp, taking in the completely even playing field that exists out in the crowd.

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

Jimmy Yates: Look at X-Calibur! Listen to this crowd! THIS... is what a LEGACY main event is all about!!!

Alan Ducard: I can barely here you, James. This decibels in this building have reached an ear shattering level.

Bright gold fireworks explode from the entrance way all the way down the ramp, and just as X-Calibur climbs up onto one knee right on the edge of the apron, looking out at the sea of rabid fans, all four posts of the ring and four sections of the circular lighting structure hanging above culminate into a great golden explosion of fireworks, finishing the awesome display that no doubt took hours to set-up.

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

Bryan Harris: If there’s ever been a match with a bigger split reaction from the crowd, I’ve never witnessed it.

Alan Ducard: Absolutely, Bryan. As a matter of fact, on LEGACY.com, we took a poll to see who the fans believe is going to win this match...

A big bar chart appears in a slickly produced graphic on the television screen. On the left side there’s X-Calibur’s name. On the right side there’s Loco Martinez’ name. In the middle there’s an option for “Loco by DQ or Count Out”. After a few seconds, a solid gold bar stack appears in each column. X-Calibur and Loco’s column are about even with 45% of the vote each, and the middle option has a much smaller gold bar with only 10% of the vote.

Alan Ducard: And there you have it. About as even as you can possibly get.

Jimmy Yates: Incredible. If there’s ever a match in LEGACY that could generate such an even playing field, aside from a few others that come to mind, X-Calibur Vs Loco Martinez is it.

X-Calibur finds himself stepping between the ropes and making his way across the ring. Staring a hole through Loco, X-Calibur climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and stretches his arms out invitingly, almost as if he were asking the crowd to test his resolve. Stepping down from the turnbuckles, X-Calibur unstrapped the title belt from his waist and handed it over to Don Bower. Looking at Loco Martinez, X-Calibur “claps” in sarcastic nature over Loco’s comedic entrance. Loco “bows” accordingly. The heat between these two is absolutely brimming.

“Harvester of Sorrow” fades out and the crowd comes to a head. LEGACY official Don Bower asks for the LEGACY World Title and X-Calibur removes it from his waist. Looking into the faceplate, X kisses it once and hands it to Bower. Bower then holds up the LEGACY World Championship for the whole world to see as Josephina Colbert gets on the microphone to make the official title bout introduction.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is the MAIN EVENT of this milestone tenth Pay-Per-View extravaganza, LEGACY X... and it is for the LEGACY.... WORLD.... CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The crowd buzzes even louder, most of them clapping out of respect for LEGACY making it this far when a lot of people never gave it the chance it deserved.

Josephina Colbert: Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... he weighs in tonight at 222lbs... LOCOOOOOOOOOO... MARTINEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZ!!!

Half the crowd cheers and the other half boos mercilessly. Loco bows like a “gentlemen” in every direction. Long after his introduction, he continues bowing, making it look absurd. Finally, Bower physically stops him and Loco looks surprised, like it was some kind of trance or something. The audience laughs and X just shakes his head, mouthing “You’re ridiculous.”, while trying to hold back a smirk of his own.

Josephina Colbert: Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... he weighs in tonight at 246lbs... he is the LEGACY WOOOOOOOOOORLD CHAMPION.... X...........CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUR!!!

Looking out at everyone in attendance, X-Calibur just puts his hands at his sides, and nods his head. Like with Loco, half of the crowd cheer maniacally while the other half boos defiantly. X-Calibur just shrugs and focuses his attention on Loco, mouthing, “You ready?”. Loco mouths back, “Are you?”, and Bower takes the LEGACY World Title out of the ring to the time keeper’s table. As soon as Bower makes his way back, he orders both competitors to their corners. Then, after pointing to each of them, he yells, “Let’s go!”, and signals for the bell.

The bell sounds on cue and both Loco and X advance from their corners, meeting each other in the center of the ring. Dropping the formalities altogether, they immediately come to blows. Rights from Loco. Lefts from X. Both competitors lay into each other with resounding force as the knuckle meets forehead, jaw, and eyebrow. Thud, thud, thud. Both men trade stiff punches in the middle of the ring as cameras explode into a crescendo of flash bulbs.

Jimmy Yates: AND HERE... WE... GO!!!

Bryan Harris: Alright, Mike Goldberg.

It doesn’t take long for the bigger X-Calibur to start winning the standup battle, as Loco’s punches start losing their steam, looking a bit more awkward. X keeps the punches coming though and soon Loco is rocked with a haymaker that sends him down flush against the canvas . Half the audience explodes into cheers as the other half boo X-Calibur mercilessly.

Bryan Harris: Loco is down first!

Alan Ducard: Not for long. Look at that SPEED!

Loco is quick to his feet and before X-Calibur can even think about capitalizing Loco sends him to the mat with a beautiful flying crescent kick; the back of his knee fitting perfectly around the bridge of X-Calibur’s nose. Loco goes for a quick cover but before Bower can even drop to a knee for a one count X-Calibur forcefully shoves Loco off of him and gets to his feet. Both men look at each other with a begrudging mutual respect, recognizing the fact that they’ve both taken each other off of their feet once already in the match.

“X-Cal! X-Cal! X-Cal!” is met with “Lo-Co! Lo-Co! Lo-Co!”

Jimmy Yates: As X-Calibur said earlier in the week and the late great Gorilla Monsoon used to say: this is what happens when the irresistible force meets an immovable object!

Alan Ducard: What we have here is about as even a match as one could get. Loco and X... I’d hate to be a betting man, tonight.

Bryan Harris: Maybe THAT’s why Bailey has been in the restroom a lot tonight... hehe.

Both men feel the effects of their take-down strikes. X rubs the bridge of his nose, while Loco opens his mouth and moves his jaw, checking it a bit with his right hand. They circle each other with a fiery intent, until they meet each other in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie-up; the force of which sends a slapping sound reverberating through out Minneapolis.

Alan Ducard: Classic tie-up here... should be interesting to see who gives here.

Jimmy Yates: Well, if it’s a power struggle, X will win that one hands down. But if it’s a battle of finesse? Loco wins easily.
Bryan Harris: Looks like it’s a power game right now...

X’s bigger frame overpowers Loco easily, sending him back against the ropes in the middle of the right side of the ring. X presses hard against Loco’s body, not giving him an inch to breathe. Loco lets X have his way until Bower begins counting for X to break it up. As Bower reaches four, X slowly backs away. Loco seizes the chance and lunges forward with a right strike, but X blocks it with a forearm and immediately sends a powerful left that sends Loco up and over the top rope!

Alan Ducard: Blimey! What a haymaker!

Hanging onto the top rope and preventing himself from hitting the outside mat, Loco shakes his head - both for the disbelief in X’s powerful punches and the fact that X saw his sneak attack coming. X backs away, ready for some kind of a springboard attack from the high flying artist, which prompts Loco to just step between the ropes and enter the ring.

Alan Ducard: Loco seems to have a frustrated look on his face...

Bryan Harris: Well, X has pretty much grounded Loco’s game. Going into this, Loco HAD to have known the veteran World Champion wasn’t going to allow any high-flying fancy moves so easily.

Jimmy Yates: That’s a great point, actually. So far, it’s worked insanely well for X. But as long as we’re talking about veteran status, Loco’s one of the longest standing veterans there is in LEGACY. I’m sure he’s conjured up some sort of contingency plan to deal with X’s overbearing onslaught. Besides, Loco’s pretty deft when it comes to wrestling on the mat, believe it or not.

Seeing no other choice but to tie-up again with X-Calibur, Loco advances with another collar and elbow tie-up. This time though, X quickly shoots a knee to Loco’s gut. With Loco momentarily stunned and gasping for air, X quickly drops to one knee and pops back up with a go-behind waist lock. Lifting his right leg, X places his leg around Loco’s right thigh. Using all of his weight, X goes dead weight and pulls back with a judo-style takedown.

Alan Ducard: Nice take-down! Looks like somebody’s been watching his MMA...

Jimmy Yates: Hate to say it, but that’s pretty much become the standard of preparation in wrestling. Most of the guys around have taken to an amalgamation of MMA and wrestling.

Bryan Harris: I can’t wait until this MMA fad wears out. Too many posers walking around out there calling themselves MMA specialists.

Both men are down on the canvas and for the slightest moment Loco’s shoulders are down. Loco is more than aware of this though and gets a shoulder up before Bower bothers to administer a count. Trying to find an escape route from X-Calibur’s clutches, Loco starts bending one of X’s fingers backwards around his waist, loosening his grip considerably. Feeling his hands slide apart slightly, Loco furthers the loosened grip by tossing a few elbows up into X’s face, again smacking him right on the bridge of his nose.

Jimmy Yates: Urban legends say that when a shark is coming at you in the water, you should punch it right on the nose to prevent it from eating you. Figuratively, that seems appropriate for the this match as that’s the second time Loco has hit X on the nose.

Alan Ducard: Well said, James. Well said.

Guarding against the elbow shots to the face, X has no choice but to bring Loco back to his feet. With X’s grip loosened significantly, Loco sprints towards the ropes. Thinking preemptively, X-Calibur rushes in with a kitchen sink knee shot to the gut to cut off Loco. Loco deflects this however, and instead catches the point of X’s knee with his forearms. Half-rolling, half-diving forward, Loco rolls over the knee and in the process pulls down on X’s leg with a modified sunset flip.

Alan Ducard: Beautiful counter!

Rolling down, X uses his strength and momentum to roll completely through back into a standing position. Retreating into the ropes, Loco knips back up to his feet and as soon as X-Calibur reaches him he snaps down with a beautiful overhead arm drag, sending X awkwardly into the bottom rope.

Jimmy Yates: Oh my! Looks like X landed on his shoulder pretty harshly there..

Holding the back of his shoulder for brief moment, X gets to his feet where Loco Martinez shows enough respect to give him some distance and a chance to get to his feet. X acknowledges this by nodding his head, and the fans in attendance give both men a round of applause.

Alan Ducard: Now that’s what this business is all about. Mutual respect. Here are two guys who talked a lot of trash against each other all week, and yet when it comes right down to it, they still have great respect for one another’s abilities. It doesn’t get any better than that, folks.

Bryan Harris: Makes me sick, to be honest. Kind of makes everything they talked about a hypocrisy.

Jimmy Yates: It’s all mind games, Bryan. That’s all it ever is leading up to the “big match”. And I think it’s safe to say that both of these guys know it.

They circle each other for a moment before finally clutching up again in another collar and elbow tie-up. This time Loco seizes an opportunity and quickly grabs X’s arm twists with an arm wrench.

Bryan Harris: Oh calm down!

Alan Ducard: Pardon?

Bryan Harris: These idiots behind me. I can hear some of these drunkards getting excited because that twisting arm wrench is usually the precursor to the Locapitator. But this match just st-

In the middle of Bryan’s sentence, Loco twists the arm again, reels back and swings his leg up for a superkick. X is more than alert to Loco’s attempt however and ducks at the last second, whiffing his boot mere inches from the cleft of X’s cheek.

“Ooooooh!”, groans the crowd.

Loco’s body swings around from the momentum of the superkick, and X-Calibur locks his arms around Loco’s head in a three-quarter facelock. He goes to drop down but Loco pushes him forward, escaping the three-quarter facelock bulldog just in the nick of time.

“Ooooooh!”, groans the crowd even louder.

Alan Ducard: Goodness gracious! These competitors are trying to end things early here!

Jimmy Yates: I’d expect nothing less from both individuals than a balls to the wall affair from start to finish.

Bryan Harris: Which may hurt X-Calibur in the long run. Because, believe it or not, the man is human and his cardio conditioning is in nowhere near the shape that Loco’s is. At the end of the night, Loco can go longer than X.

Jimmy Yates: Well I dunno about that. The stories I hear from Catrina...

Bryan Harris: Stop.

Frustrated that neither of them could nail their finishing move on the other, they both walk to the center of the ring and get in each other’s faces. Just as Loco opens his mouth for some trash talk, X reaches back and delivers and earth shattering SLAP to the face that immediately causes some reflex tears to burst from Loco’s ducts.

Alan Ducard: Bloody HELL... that HAD to hurt..

Bryan Harris: Well if it did, Loco’s not showing it.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t help but wonder if that’s a little payback for the slap Loco gave him at the pre-show.

Rubbing his cheek in tight little circles, Loco actually fights through the stinging sensation and smiles, giving a thumbs up to X. Smiling right back at him, X-Calibur goes in for a side-headlock. Loco sees it coming though and side-steps for a side-headlock of his own. Just before X can utilize his superior strength, Loco transitions smoothly into a go-behind hammerlock. Twinging X’s sore shoulder(from the bump overhead arm drag earlier), Loco hammers down on it a couple of times, softening him up considerably. X looks for a way out, but Loco puts a stop to that by dropping down to the canvas with both feet extended upwards inside both of X’s arms. Rolling backwards, Loco pulls X-Calibur’s body down backwards with his legs, eventually pinning his shoulders to the mat with a lucha libre styled roll-up that gets a tremendous reaction from “Loco’s part of the crowd”.

One!

Two!

No! X throws all of his muscle strength upwards and kicks out of the pinning predicament with such force that he inadvertently sends Loco back onto his feet. Immediately taking advantage of X-Calibur’s supine position on the mat, Loco lifts X-Calibur’s feet up and flips forward with a jackknife pin.

One!

Two!

No! The audience roars a unanimous “Twoooooooo”, and X-Calibur snaps to his feet, literally shoving Loco Martinez away from him in a fit of anger. Loco Martinez meanwhile looks at him with a Cheshire cat grin from ear to ear which only further enrages X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Loco may be getting to the champion here..

Bryan Harris: As they say, it’s all... apart of the plan.

Running full speed ahead, X-Calibur goes to extend his leg with a Yakuza kick, but again, Loco sees it coming and pivots to the right. In one swift motion, Loco sweeps X-Calibur’s grounded leg out from underneath him, and as he spins around he extends both feet forward with a basement dropkick to X’s temple JUST as he landed on the mat from the sweep.

Alan Ducard: OH!!!

Jimmy Yates: That could be it right there!

Not even bothering to go for a pin attempt here, Loco secures X-Calibur’s arm in a cross-face submission!

Jimmy Yates: WOW... I don’t... I don’t think I’ve ever seen Loco use that move before..?!?!

Bryan Harris: Me neither. One thing’s for sure though, it’s doing a number on X’s shoulder!!!

Loco wrenches it in, putting a deliberate torque onto X-Calibur’s hurting shoulder blade. Every so often he pulls up on X’s head, adding even more torsion to the ligaments in X’s shoulder. While its not scientifically applied, its doing enough damage to satisfy Loco enough to release the hold and drive a few knees down into him. Pulling X-Calibur away from the ropes, (using the hurt arm for an added attack), Loco applies the crossface submission once again, garnering an insane amount of derogatory jeers from “X-Calibur’s part of the crowd”.

Alan Ducard: Though he hasn’t done it up to this point in his career, X-Calibur very well could submit here!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t see it happening, Alan. Not in a match like this.

Bryan Harris: Hey. I don’t care WHO you are or WHAT your name is, if you’re in enough pain, you will tap out. That’s simply a part of the game, Jimbo. And also, is anyone else as surprised as I am by Loco’s willingness to take this match to the mat?

X-Calibur screams out in agony, frantically prying apart Loco’s fingers from his chin and mouth. Bending a few of them backwards just enough to pop a few of them, Loco releases instinctively. X tosses an elbow or two into the bridge of Loco’s nose, returning the favor from Loco’s concentrated attacks to the face earlier.

Both are on their feet now. X holds his shoulder trying to shield the pain from Loco but it is to no avail. Loco leaps up with a high angled dropkick, aiming for the shoulder with surgical precision. X moves out of the way though, swatting Loco like a house fly. Loco gets to one knee right around the time X races back from the ropes, driving a flying knee square in the back of Loco’s skull, gaining a resounding thud that echoes out into the capacity crowd. Holding his shoulder for only a moment, the fans clamor as X drops down and hooks a leg.

Bryan Harris: Good GOD!!!! That was SICK!!! That... that running KNEE shot... whatever the hell he calls it!!!

Jimmy Yates: X drops for a cover!!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!

THR- NO!!!! Loco gets a shoulder up just before Bower’s hand came down for three, and X takes a moment to rest his shoulder, punching right around his collarbone to help facilitate the blood flow in his axillary artery that’s causing his shoulder to throb. Loco stirs only a little bit, as portions of the crowd are still moderately stunned over the impact of X’s trademark flying knee shot. Looking out to the crowd, X lifts Loco up into a sitting up position. The camera zooms in on Loco’s eyes, where a certain glossiness makes it apparent he’s nearing unconsciousness.

Alan Ducard: That knee shot was BRUTAL. I don’t know if Loco’s going to be able to recover from it during this match... not if X has anything to say about it.
Jimmy Yates: He’s used that move in some of his recent matches, and it’s proven to be a very effective.

X helps Loco up the rest of the way, but somewhere inside of him Loco manages to find the wherewithal to reach up and clasp his hands around X’s neck. In a three-quarter facelock that looks eerily similar to X-Calibur’s finishing move, Loco inadvertently teases the audience before delivering a snapmare that puts X-Calibur in a seated position on the mat. Not wasting time, Loco reaches back and KICKS X right in the back of the shoulder with blunt force. X rolls around the mat in agony, as the fans wince at the stiffness in which Loco’s shin connected with the back of X’s clavicle. Loco wobbles slightly, steadying himself after shaking the cobwebs away from his head.

Alan Ducard: That was a good way to even things up here. X’s shoulder ligaments have to be scattered in pieces after that shot!!

Guiding X-Calibur up to his feet, Loco wrap X-Calibur’s arm around his head and lifts up, delivering a snap suplex that forces most of X-Calibur’s weight onto his shoulder. Almost immediately, Loco snaps down with a lightning quick leg drop, both a leg across X’s neck and the other one across X’s abdomen. Reaching in with both of his legs still across X-Calibur’s body, Loco pulls back on X-Calibur’s free arm and snaps back to the mat, bending back both his elbow and shoulder joints with a juji-gatame.

Alan Ducard: Looks like X-Calibur’s not the ONLY one practicing some Judo!

Jimmy Yates: I’ve never seen Loco Martinez this aggressive with submission holds. He’s almost a man possessed.

Bryan Harris: I believe X-Calibur’s words over the week about being a “paper champion” have gotten to him, and what better way to erase such a thought process than to make the man submit in the middle of the ring?

Alan Ducard: Whatever the case, X’s shoulder is a mess! He could tap here!!!

Wrenching back on the hold as hard as he possibly can, Loco SCREAMS at Bower to “ask him”. Bower is down right by X-Calibur’s head, listening intently for the submission and watching closely for the tap out. X-Calibur balls his fists though and flat out refuses, showing that trademark defiance that has given him so much success over the years. Reaching up to the heavens, X-Calibur hears his screaming fans that are rallying behind him. Shaking his hand, looking for some sort of momentum swing, X is directly denied as Loco sits up and snaps back down several times, trying to make him give up.

Jimmy Yates: Is this it?!

Bryan Harris: I think it is!!

X-Calibur’s hand goes down on the mat, his fingers itching for an escape from this devastating submission hold. Pulling and twisting and ripping and shredding X-Calibur’s shoulder blade, Loco cinches the move in deeper, desperately trying to make his opponent tap out and capture the title that has alluded him for months. X-Calibur raises his free hand, almost like he’s going to tap out.

It slaps down against the mat only once. The fans scream in disbelief.

Bryan Harris: OH MY GOD!!! X HAS TAPPED!!! X HAS TAPPED!!!

He lifts it up again, but this time his fingers manage to land on the bottom rope that he was searching for. Loco’s fans let out a collective, deflated sigh, while X’s scream loudly for the successful escape on his part. Bower reaches the count of four before Loco finally releases his grip around X-Calibur’s shoulder. Looking far more deflated and wistful than his fans for much of the same reason, Loco shakes his head in utter disappointment.

Alan Ducard: Tough break for Loco, there. He really thought X just gave it all up.

Bryan Harris: There’s nothing worse than thinking that you’ve just won the World title, only to have that feeling replaced with another one that can only be described as a swift kick to the jewels.

Jimmy Yates: Have you ever actually been kicked in the jewels, Bryan?

Bryan Harris: All... the time.

X-Calibur clutches his damaged shoulder as Loco helps him to his feet rather forcefully. Throwing a few rights into X-Calibur’s head, Loco dives to the ground, landing on both of his hands. In the same motion, Loco twists his body, and with great athleticism he creates a spinning effect with his legs. A left foot then connects right in the button of X-Calibur’s jaw with a beautifully orchestrated, rarely seen, Capoeira kick. The crowd coos with amazement as Loco lands on his stomach.

Alan Ducard: WHOA!!!! That kick was... incredible!!!

Jimmy Yates: I’ve seen that move somewhere before..

Bryan Harris: Street Fighter II?

Dropping down, Loco makes a cover and hooks a leg. Bower manages to get to two before X-Calibur kicks out, and Loco immediately transitions it into a side guard position. Placing his left hand behind X-Calibur for added leverage, Loco then throws stiff right fists into X-Calibur’s face, practically pounding his flesh into raw hamburger. X-Calibur tries to cover up but fails in doing so every time Loco’s knuckle connects with X’s eyebrow, nose, and jaw.
Alan Ducard: Loco is relentless!!!

Finally letting up, Loco stands in the middle of the ring and an eclectic mix of boos and cheers wash over him like a warm bubble bath. Looking out to the crowd, Loco then looks to the turnbuckles with a devious grin plastered across his face like a kid in a candy shop who just spotted the Swedish fish. Racing to the top turnbuckle with his back facing the crowd, Loco Martinez holds his balance for a moment.

Then, with cameras flashing in every which direction, Loco pushes off with a backflip in the form of a shooting star press, turns in mid-air with a 180 degree rotation, and lands the inside of his left leg DIRECTLY across X-Calibur’s upper body!!!

Alan Ducard: CORKSCREW SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP!!! BLOODY HELL!!! BLOODY HELL!!!

Bryan Harris: THAT WAS AMAZING!!!!

Jimmy Yates: LISTEN TO THIS PLACE!!!

“HOLY SH**!! HOLY SH**!!”, the crowd erupts. Seizing the opportunity, Loco drags X-Calibur’s unconscious body away from the ropes and hooks both legs for a deep cover. Bower slides into position and the whole crowd counts along in undisputed unison.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- NO!! X-Calibur gets a shoulder up and the audience cries aloud with excitement over the near fall. Some exasperated, some breathing a sigh of relief, all of them sitting on the edge of their seats. Loco meanwhile places both hands on his head disbelievingly, almost pleading with Bower to give him the three there. With great hopelessness, Loco again hooks the leg, but X-Calibur kicks out again after two. Slamming his hand onto the mat, Loco gets up to his feet. X-Calibur is motionless, but obviously not ready to be beaten.

Alan Ducard: Loco looks like he’s at the end of his rope. He’s probably asking himself, “What is it going to take to beat X?” right about now.

Turning his back towards X-Calibur but keeping his neck turned towards him so he can watch the man get to his feet, Loco hunches down like a marathon runner at the starting line. Finally, after several moments, X-Calibur gets to his feet, and Loco races to the ropes, jumping onto the middle one as if it were a trampoline.

He timed it perfectly; waiting until X-Calibur got up to his feet before moonsaulting; but as soon as he landed on X-Calibur everyone knew he was in trouble. Instead of falling to the mat, the incredible leg and back strength in X-Calibur’s 250lbs frame goes on display as he catches Loco in a “snake eyes” position. Readjusting Loco from his aching shoulder into a more comfortable tombstone position, X drops down to the mat with the VICIOUS piledriver, watching Loco’s spine and neck compress into the canvas.

Alan Ducard: NO WAY!! TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!

“LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE!” the fans explode into the trademark chant, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Bryan Harris: WHERE?! HOW?! I MEAN... HOW THE HELL DID HE PULL THAT ONE OFF?!

Still feeling the wicked effects of Loco’s corkscrew shooting star leg drop from before, X collapses against the bottom rope, his arms going limp and his head resting awkwardly like the rope were a stiff pillow stuffed a little too thickly. The ring vibrates from the deafening chants. Loco meanwhile, is unconscious on the mat and sprawled out like a Philadelphia hooker. The referee sees an opportunity to count both of these men out, but the reactions from all the fans forces him to hold back from making a stupid decision.

Alan Ducard: You know, Don Bower proves that stereotype wrong. Not all referees are incapable of making a good decision for the live crowd!

Several moments later, X-Calibur pulls himself up off of the mat, and somehow, Loco manages to at least roll over onto his side, showing everyone he wasn’t completely knocked out. Lifting Loco the rest of the way up off the mat, X-Calibur snatches Loco’s head in a front-facelock. X drops down to the mat while turning, and hooks Loco’s leg up in a small package pinning predicament.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- No!

Alan Ducard: That was rather interesting. Instead of just going for the cover, X-Calibur waited patiently for Loco to be able to stand on his own feet JUST so he could catch him off guard with a small package.

Jimmy Yates: I think X still needed to recuperate from the shooting star leg drop. By the time he stood up, Loco showed signs of life, so I don’t blame him for trying a pinning hold.

As Loco escapes, the fans start clapping for both men’s determination. “Lets go X-Cal!” is met immediately with “Let’s go Loco!” Loco sits up on the mat, still dazed from the impactful tombstone piledriver. X is back to his feet now, ready to pounce on Loco like a wild lion would a wounded gazelle. As soon as Loco pushes off of the mat with his fist, X charges in. X delivers a southpaw styled left and Loco is rocked. Loco instinctively sends a right in retaliation, but it connects nowhere near the mark. X senses the pendulum swinging back in his direction, and so do the rabid fans.

Alan Ducard: Looks like the Champ is digging down deep!

Loco throws another half-assed right, and X blocks it this time with his forearm, countering with another left of his own.

Bryan Harris: How does X do it? He gets nailed with a stupendously devastating move like a shooting star corckscrew thing-a-ma-bobber and suddenly he’s tombstoning people and completely in the driver’s seat!

Jimmy Yates: “Driver’s seat” is a bit premature, but I do get what you’re saying. X’s resiliency is off the friggin’ charts. For that matter, so is Loco’s.

With Loco reeling from the two left handed shots, X moves in for the killing blow. Slamming a couple of fists across Loco’s jaw, X uses Loco’s back-stepping/staggering to his advantage and guides him back into the ropes. Propelling him across the ring with an Irish whip, X ducks down for a back boy drop. Loco sees it coming though and manages to leap frog him. Loco on the rebound, X turns around. Loco leaps up onto X’s shoulders for a hurricanrana, but X catches him and drops to the mat with a thunderous sit-down powerbomb. Holding Loco in that position, Bower drops down for the count...

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- NO!! Loco kicks out and X falls backwards, holding shoulder and cursing loudly in pain. Loco tries to get to his knees, but the effects of the sit-down powerbomb are too great to ignore. X gets to his feet, still feeling the effects of Loco’s previous offense, and guides Loco to his. Kneeing him in the gut, X-Calibur wraps Loco’s arm around his neck, lifts up, and completely leaves his feet with a brilliantly executed vertical suplex.

Alan Ducard: Beautiful suplex!

Pausing for a moment, still trying to recuperate, X-Calibur rises to his feet and races to the ropes. On the rebound he leaps forward and drives a forearm smash into Loco’s head. He makes the lateral press...
One!
Two!

Bryan Harris: Oh that was close!

Loco kicks out and X-Calibur tosses a reactionary glance in Bower’s direction. Bringing Loco to his feet, X knees Loco in the gut again. With Loco doubled over, X wraps his arms around Loco’s waist and lifts up. Holding Loco up in the air a Canadian back-rack, X-Calibur flips Loco down to the mat, and on the way down to the mat in one smooth motion, he hooks Loco’s head for a DDT and snaps down to the canvas with sickening force.

Alan Ducard: GOD!!

Jimmy Yates: That was a cliffhanger DDT!!

Bryan Harris: Loco could be OUT!!

X holds his arm and rolls around on the mat for a moment, obviously feeling the error in his judgment over choosing a move that requires much shoulder strength to lift someone up. Fighting through this pain, X crawls on top of Loco and hooks a leg. Bower is there, ready for the count..

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- NO!!! The audience roars as X-Calibur shakes his head, feeling the same kind of frustration that Loco was feeling before. With Loco holding his neck and ribs and X holding his shoulder, the fans that have been rallying behind Loco start clapping for the man to come back to life. The fans who are rallying behind X-Calibur are louder than ever though, and almost completely drown out the others. Still though, X-Calibur manages to get to his feet. Looking out at the crowd, X-Calibur signals something to them.

Alan Ducard: This is it! He’s calling for the X-Terminator!

Jimmy Yates: If he hits it, this one’s over..

Bryan Harris: That doesn’t look like the start of an X-Terminator...?!

X-Calibur grabs a hold of Loco’s arm and twists it in a short-arm scissors. Reaching back, X-Calibur lifts his foot up for a short-arm superkick.

Alan Ducard: LOCAPITATOR!!
Bryan Harris: What the HELL is that?! That’s Loco’s move!!

Jimmy Yates: He missed!!

Whiffing right above Loco’s head, X-Calibur spins around... right into a three-quarter facelock. Loco snaps down to the mat with stunning force, sending Minneapolis into an absolute frenzy by performing X-Calibur’s own finishing move on him.

Alan Ducard: MY GOD!! AN X-TERMINATOR!!

Bryan Harris: By LOCO!! That’s what he gets for trying to steal his move!!

Jimmy Yates: Just when X-Calibur was building up a nice string of offense, this one’s turned around drastically!! I can’t believe it!!

Instead of hooking a leg for the three-count, Loco drops down onto his stomach. The entire building has become unglued as Loco regroups on the mat, trying to gain his bearings. After a couple of moments, Loco Martinez gets up to his feet and looks at X-Calibur’s prone state on the mat. Debating whether or not to make a cover, Loco wastes a little too much time since X-Calibur rolls over to his side, slowly coming back to a cognitive state. Realizing that he missed the opportunity to make a cover, Loco steps between the middle and top rope, exiting to the ring apron away from X-Calibur.

Slowly but surely, X-Calibur rises to his feet on his own. Dropping back to one knee for a split second, X-Calibur forces himself to stand back up and turn around. Once he does so, Loco propels himself up to the top rope, balancing himself with great athleticism. Then, in a leap of faith, Loco twists in mid-air for a flying enziguri kick, but at the last second X-Calibur drops out of the way and all of Loco’s weight crash lands right on his own leg.

Like the proverbial shark, X smells blood. Forcing himself to stand back up, X-Calibur watches Loco writhe in pain over the bad landing on his leg. Almost smirking, X-Calibur advances forward with STIFF kicks on the butt of Loco’s knee, as well as the quad region. Kick after kick, X-Calibur marks his bulls-eye as Loco Martinez unavailingly tries to defend himself. Some of the crowd grows heated over this, as the rest of the crowd bask in X’s ultimate opportunistic moment.

Bryan Harris: This one’s slipping away from Loc... and fast.

Alan Ducard: I agree, Bryan. The poor lad took one wrong turn, and now X is making him pay dearly.

Jimmy Yates: After the way Loco capitalized on X’s shoulder earlier, one has to wonder if X is going to collect a measure of payback in the form of Loco’s knee here.
Stopping after about a dozen kicks, X-Calibur wrenches Loco’s knee by yanking on his entire leg as if he were trying to rip a cog out of a machine. Loco yells out in pain, but X is pitiless in his agenda. X pushes upwards on Loco’s leg as Loco pleads for him to stop the vicious attacks. Using the bow of Loco’s other knee as a step stool, X-Calibur jumps forward with Loco’s leg still in his grasp. As X lands on the canvas, Loco almost folds like an accordion as his leg is practically plucked out of his body like a feather. Dropping down to the mat, X hooks Loco’s unharmed leg purposefully.
One! Loco kicks out with his free leg, which is exactly what X wanted. Loco grimaces and holds his knee joint as X-Calibur systematically dissects the former World Champion from head to toe.

Lifting Loco to his feet, X is met by an undetected European uppercut that rocks him back. Loco seizes the moment and out of pure instinct, grabs X-Calibur by his arm and twists in a short-arm scissors. Lifting his leg up for a superkick, the crowd gasps as X-Calibur ducks it. Kicking Loco in the gut, X-Calibur does the SAME exact thing and wrenches Loco’s arm for a short-armed super kick. Before X can even lift up his leg, Loco counters X’s counter with another counter of his own, this time re-wrenching X’s arm into another short-arm scissors. Loco lifts his leg... and BAM.

Alan Ducard: LOCAP... NO!!!

Just close enough to Loco where X could catch his leg by the back of his knee, X trips his grounded leg and sends Loco to the canvas. Quickly stepping in between Loco’s legs, X-Calibur criss-crosses Loco’s legs with one another and steps over him completely, turning it into a full-fledged sharpshooter.

Jimmy Yates: SHARPSHOOTER!!

Loco tries to squirm free as X-Calibur sits down, putting an insane amount of pressure on Loco’s knees and back. Holding the submission hold as tight as he can, the fans scream simultaneously in fear, joy, and excitement. Loco reaches out for the ropes, but they are nowhere in sight. X-Calibur realizes this and screams at Bower to, “F***ing ask him!!!”. He does, but Loco shakes his head “no” violently, refusing to give up.

Alan Ducard: I don’t know how much longer Loco can last!!

Jimmy Yates: His knee could be in really rough shape here.

Bryan Harris: And even rougher if he doesn’t tap!!

Pushing up on the mat, Loco tries to power his way out but X-Calibur’s weight proves to be too much for him and he collapses back down against the mat. Lifting his hand up, Loco shakes it, trying to will himself to stay in the match. X arches back, looking up towards the skies, sweat dripping down off of his long dark brown hair. Every so often, X-Calibur punched a knee, adding extra damage to the already devastating submission maneuver.

Loco raises his hand, looking to tap out... but something inside him refuses to quit. Loco starts clawing at the mat, trying to pull himself and X-Calibur towards the ropes. Reaching down somewhere deep inside of him he pushes up from the mat and pushes forward a few foot, causing X to become unbalanced. He does this again, bringing himself about a foot from the ropes.

Alan Ducard: He’s almost there!!!!!

Bryan Harris: He’s about to tap!!!

Just as Loco goes to do this again, X-Calibur lifts up on Loco’s legs and starts pulling, trying to bring him towards the center of the ring again... but Loco manages to clasp his hand around the bottom rope getting the rope break he desperately needed. The audience erupts, and X-Calibur pulls with all of his might on Loco’s legs. Bower begins counting, and X frantically tries to pull Loco from the ropes, desperately needing the submission at this point in the match. Finally, as Bower reaches four, X lets go and collapses to the mat in exhaustion.

Jimmy Yates: X just used up an incredibly amount of energy securing that submission hold... and probably TWICE as much trying to bring Loco away from the ropes.

Both men are down on the mat and referee Don Bower reluctantly begins counting both men out. As the fans boo this, Loco slowly starts crawling over towards X-Calibur. Draping an arm over him just as Bower reaches five, Bower slides into position for the count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

X gets a shoulder up and the crowd once again reacts with a loud “Twoooooooooo!”. Pushing himself off of X-Calibur, Loco starts getting to his feet... when there’s a commotion in the crowd. All of a sudden, John Thomas begins walking down the elevated ramp to an unwelcome throng of jeers. Loco spots his “friend” walking down the ramp and immediately starts shaking his head. Yelling, “Don’t f***ing do it, dude!!!” at John, Loco turns back around to his opponent who has started coming to his feet.

Bryan Harris: Well, that was unnecessary. Talk about making someone feel unwelcome!

Jimmy Yates: No. What’s UNNECESSARY is John Thomas coming DOWN here..

Alan Ducard: I agree with James here. There’s no need for a distraction like John Thomas to stick his nose where it doesn’t belong. This has been a classic, and if he costs either men this match, it will go down in history as the biggest mistake of his life. I can tell you that right now.

Grabbing X in position for a DDT, Loco can’t help but look back at John Thomas, keeping an eye on his friend and in the process being a bit distracted by his presence. Loco then focuses back on X-Calibur and throws a couple of hammer shots to the man’s spine. Looking for a DDT, X counters this by lifting Loco completely off the mat, driving him down for a shockingly stiff spinebuster. Hooking Loco’s right leg, X spreads across Loco with a sprawling pin..

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- NO!! Loco kicks out, and John Thomas folds his arms, looking as indifferent as ever. Right after the pin attempt X-Calibur spots his old nemesis. Unsure of why John is there, X-Calibur points directly at him and shouts “Stay the f*** back!”. John scoffs at X-Calibur’s warningful words and walks closer to the ring, getting a side view of all the action happening from the portion of the ring that is away from the announce team.

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure why John Thomas is down at ringside here, but it can’t bode well for X-Calibur. Or for that matter, Loco Martinez. I just don’t trust this guy.

Bryan Harris: What are you talking about? Did you forget that John and Loco are still friends?! He probably came down for a closer look at when, and if, Loco beats X-Calibur for the title.

Jimmy Yates: That sounds a little too predictable. Something’s not right here. I agree with Alan, because I trust John as much as I trust a snake oil salesman.

Alan Ducard: Whatever the case may be, it looks like both competitors are a bit distracted right now... which is a damn SHAME considering how fantastic this match has been all through out. Leave it to John Thomas to interrupt something like that.

Bryan Harris: Now, now... lets not get hastey.
X-Calibur brings Loco Martinez back to his feet. Scooping him up, X holds him there for a couple of seconds before PLANTING him back down with a bodyslam that echoes through out the arena. Pointing to the top rope, X-Calibur signals something to the crowd. Looking out at the audience, with each and every person standing on his or her feet, X-Calibur steps between the middle and top rope... and begins his ascension to the top rope.

Jimmy Yates: This can only mean one thing...

Alan Ducard: He’s going for it! He’s going for it!

X-Calibur climbs to the top rope and focuses all of his attention on Loco’s prone state in the middle of the ring. Almost like he isn’t even aware of JT or the commotion he’s causing in the front row, X-Calibur measures up Loco Martinez from afar. Leaping through the air, X-Calibur connects his elbow with Loco’s sternum, sweat exploding from both men after delivering the scintillating elbow drop that just about freezes time itself.

Alan Ducard: There it is!! Hang Time Elbow!!

X-Calibur hooks a leg, and John Thomas looks immersed in the moment.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- NO!! Loco manages to get a shoulder up and X-Calibur collapses back to the mat in complete exhaustion.

Bryan Harris: That may have been the last spurt of gas in X-Calibur’s tank...

Alan Ducard: I don’t know. He looks a little tired, but I think he’s got a little something left. No way is he gonna gas out now, with his title hanging in the balance.

Looking at Loco, X-Calibur starts bringing him to his feet. The rise is slow, as both men begin showing their thresholds for pain. Left from X-Calibur. Another left. Another left. Suddenly, Loco is awoken and throws a right. He follows it up with another one. And another. Loco pushes the exhausted X-Calibur into the ropes and goes for an Irish whip. X-Calibur with the reversal and Loco is sent into the ropes. Loco gains some speed on the rebound and ducks a clothesline from X-Calibur. Hitting the opposite ropes, Loco springs off of them with a flying calf kick that connects right in the jaw and sends X-Calibur down to the mat.

X is back up and Loco meets him with an inverted atomic drop. X doubles over ever-so slightly and Loco delivers a roaring forearm smash that sends X back down to the mat. X is sluggish to get up but manages to find the strength to do so notwithstanding. Another roaring elbow and X goes down. Loco fired up now, and as X gets back up again, Loco is waiting with a dropkick.

Alan Ducard: This is absolutely AMAZING. I can’t believe, with all the punishment he’s taken through out this match, that Loco is STILL in this thing... and taking control, at that!

Bryan Harris: Loco must run on batteries, cause the man is as fired up as ever. Look at him!

Jimmy Yates: That’s a testament to how badly Loco wants that title.

Wearing out the Champion, Loco has to bring X-Calibur up to his feet this time where he delivers some more hard hitting forearm smashes that actually bust X-Calibur’s lip open. Rocking the champion back, Loco digs down and sends X-Calibur into the ropes with an Irish whip, making X-Calibur use up more energy that he doesn’t have. Loco jumps to the second rope, springboards off, twists in mid-air and on X-Calibur’s way back he meets him in the center of the ring with a flying DDT!

“THIS IS AWESOME!” the crowd explodes into, and Loco Martinez actually KNIPS-UP off the mat as the entire crowd is captivated by his endurance and athleticism. Looking at X-Calibur, Loco signals something to the crowd.

Loco brings X-Calibur to his feet and grabs his arm.

Twisting it into a short-arm scissors, Loco lifts his leg.

Jimmy Yates: LOCAPITATOR!!!

X-Calibur sees it coming though, and grabs Loco by his knee again, lifting him up.

Alan Ducard: X COUNTERS!!

Loco squirms in X-Calibur’s grasp and slides down his back with a modified sunset flip.

Bryan Harris: LOCO WITH THE ROLL-UP!!

X-Calibur rolls through before Bower can administer a count, and X-Calibur is back on his feet. X-Calibur charges in and connects with a running boot to the face that sends Loco against the canvas.

Alan Ducard: HOLY HELL!!! HE KNOCKED HIM OUT!!! HE KNOCKED HIM OUT!!!

X with the cover...

ONE!!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

NO!!!

Bryan Harris: IT’S OVER!!!

Jimmy Yates: NO!!! LOCO KICKED OUT!!! HE KICKED OUT!!! THIS IS AMAZING!!!
X-Calibur gets up off the mat in a huff, completely incensed that Loco didn’t stay down for the count. Getting in Bower’s face, Bower warns him to focus on the match and after a moment X indeed does that. Grabbing Loco by his head, he lifts him to his feet, but out of nowhere Loco once again refuses to die and jumps up with both knees, grabs X by the back of his head and free falls to the mat with a double knee facebreaker. X down on the mat, and Loco drapes an arm across his chest.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!! NO!!!

Alan Ducard: Two and nine-tenths!!!!!

Both men are down for the count and once again Bower works up a sweat counting both men out on the mat. John Thomas meanwhile, gets up onto the ring apron and starts stomping his foot, shaking the ropes, and clapping his hands together trying to motivate one, if not both, of the men involved. The audience claps along with him, trying to motivate the competitors to get up and finish the match.

Alan Ducard: Look at John! He really wants to see this one through!!

Bryan Harris: Hey now, what’s this?!

John Thomas steps between the ropes and slightly enters the ring yelling, “LOC, GET UP!!! YOU TOO, X!!!! FINISH THIS THING!!!! FINISH IT!!!”.

All of a sudden, as Bower reaches the count of six while admonishing John Thomas to leave the premises of the ring, John Thomas runs around to the time keeper’s table where the LEGACY World Championship is resting. Ripping it off the table, John Thomas runs back around to where X and Loco are laying down on the mat. Slapping the gold faceplate of the title a couple of times, X-Calibur suddenly sits up like he just drew some energy from the title. The crowd. GOES. NUTS.

Alan Ducard: Bryan Harris: You’ve... gotta... be KIDDING ME.

Bryan Harris: Looks like John found something X’s subconscious will react to!!! Hahaha!!!

Jimmy Yates: I’ve heard of things like that happening when people bring urns to the ring... but never a championship belt!!

Grabbing a hold of the ropes, X-Calibur pulls himself to his feet and looks at Loco with a face filled with uncontrollable rage; the look of a man wanting to win so badly. Loco sits up as well, and looks up at X-Calibur with a fiery intent equal to the one he received from the champion. Holding his aching ribs and burning lungs, X-Calibur slowly backs up to the center of the ring, motioning for Loco Martinez to “bring it”. Loco pulls himself off the mat as well, and begins limping his way to the center of the ring, favoring the knee that X-Calibur had worked on for a good portion of the match.

Alan Ducard: These men want to finish this match so badly...

Bryan Harris: They’re certainly testing their limits here, for sure.

Loco lunges at X with a right fist, and X staggers slowly into the ropes. X answers with a HUGE left of his own, and Loco crumbles back to the mat across the ring. Loco slowly gets up, and X-Calibur waits for it. Loco throws a BIG right in retaliation, and X stumbles back, crumbling to one knee against the middle rope. Shaking his head, X gets up and immediately answers with ANOTHER left, this time sending Loco down to the mat. Looking out at the crowd, X-Calibur nods his head as chants of “This is Awesome!” and “LEG-A-SEE” continue echoing through out the arena.

Jimmy Yates: Like X-Calibur said earlier in the week, this has become a war of attrition.. A war that neither men wants to lose.

Helping Loco to his feet by the underside of his chin, X-Calibur delivers a backhand chop, earning a giant “WOOOOOOO!!!” from the watching crowd. Seeing Loco staggering, X drills Loco back into the turnbuckles like a pro-linebacker. Half-doubling over in a standing position, Loco collapses on top of the back of X-Calibur, who has collapsed to one knee himself. X musters up the courage to stand back up though and stands Loco back up as well, delivering an overhand chest slap that again causes the crowd to “WOOOOOOO!!!”

Alan Ducard: These men have given everything... and I mean EVERYTHING they have to possibly give.

Jimmy Yates: Yes they have. They can barely even stand up right now... I can’t believe this..

Backing up all the way across the ring, X-Calibur leans back against the opposite corner for a moment. Then, pushing off of the turnbuckles, X-Calibur charges forward with as much speed as he can assemble, and a couple yards before the turnbuckle, X-Calibur leaps into the air with a stinger splash... but he narrowly misses as Loco peels himself from the corner!

Bryan Harris: STINGER SPLASH MISSES!!! X MISSED IT!!!

X’s sternum crashes harshly against the top turnbuckle padding. He clutches his chest and begins gasping for air as he falls back to the canvas in the center of the ring. A completely tuckered out Loco steps over where X is laying and falls deadweight into the corner, holding himself up by hugging the top turnbuckle. Soaking in the energy from the fans, Loco Martinez slowly starts ascending, balancing himself carefully on the bottom turnbuckle.

Alan Ducard: What is he trying here?!

Jimmy Yates: Being this exhausted, I don’t think its such a hot idea to attempt any high risk maneuvers...

Bryan Harris: I agree completely, Jimbo. If I were Loco I would’ve just gone for the cover..

Looking back occasionally at X-Calibur, Loco then jumps up into a split, bouncing both legs off the top rope and moonsaults backwards, landing square in the middle of X-Calibur!

Jimmy Yates: HAPPINESS!!!

Alan Ducard: THAT’S GOTTA BE IT!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE- NO!!!!

Bryan Harris: HOW?!

X holds his arm up in the air long past the point of Bower signaling a “two” to the crowd and time keeper, almost as if he were afraid that if he were to lower it he’d never get it off the mat again. Loco desperately pushes off of X-Calibur and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet again. With a pissed off glare emanating from his eyes and foamy, oxygen deprived saliva dripping from his chin, Loco uses the ropes to hold himself up, slightly tapping his foot on the mat like he’s going for the LOCapitator again.

X rolls to his side, and Loco yells “GET UP!”.

X-Calibur slowly gets to his knees, facing away from Loco.

Loco taps his foot a little louder, giving everyone in attendance butterflies in their stomach, anticipating the signature Locapitator superkick.

X-Calibur makes it to his feet, completely unbalanced and wobbling back and forth.

He turns around, and at the same moment, Loco goes in for the superkick. X doesn’t move... but Loco’s leg only gets waist high as his knee buckles slightly. Loco lowers his leg to the mat, and holds the point of it with an agonizing wince.

Loco stands back upright.

X-Calibur snatches Loco’s head into a three-quarter facelock.

He DRILLS him face first into the canvas and the crowd EXPLODES.

Alan Ducard: X-TERMINATOR!!! X-TERMINATOR!!! MY GOD!!! HE HIT IT!!! HE HIT IT!!!

The rest of the announce team goes silent as X-Calibur sluggishly rolls Loco onto his back and drapes his upper body across Loco’s, barely hooking a leg as Bower drops down for the count...

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Jimmy Yates: HE DID IT!!! X RETAINS!!! X RETAINS!!!

Bryan Harris: WHAT A MATCH!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT WE JUST WITNESSED!!!

As the bell sounds, the arena grows to deafening levels, completely exhilarated over the performance of both individuals. “Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers when Josephina Colbert makes it official.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think John Thomas can believe that his friend just lost.

Jimmy Yates: I’m still not sold on the fact that he’s really his friend, but... he certainly looks a little disappointed here.

Alan Ducard: What a match we just witnessed. We all knew it was going to be good, but... words can’t describe what we all just witnessed.

All of a sudden, John Thomas brings X-Calibur to his feet, who looks like he’s going to topple over at any moment. Standing eye to eye for a moment, John Thomas makes it look like he’s going to sock X one... but instead, he holds out the LEGACY World Title... and hands it to the champion.

Jimmy Yates: I can't believe my eyes...

Not sure what to expect, a groggy X-Calibur looks at the audience, looking for either their approval or displeasure. Looking down at Loco Martinez, who is on his back with his legs bowed in the air and his hands covering his face, through the slit between his middle and index finger, Loco notices John Thomas offering X the World Title... who accepts it.

John releases his grip on the title. He nods his head approvingly at X-Calibur, and then looks down at Loco on the mat...

... and shakes his head with utter disappointment.