"On Another Day C'mon C'mon!"

The crowd roars and jumps to their feet at the pure surprise, as Loco Martinez, lacking his usual energy and fire, strolls from the back to his usual Von Bondies theme song. Loco has the facial scruff of a man who hasn't shaved in weeks. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt, and jeans. His hair is unkept, and his eyes have dark circles. He stares off vacantly as he hits the ring.

Alan Ducard: It looks like Loco has had a rough couple of weeks.

Bryan Harris: Maybe he hit one holiday party too many.

Jimmy Yates: The show hasn't even officially begun yet, I hope someone's rolling the cameras in the production truck!

Loco gets to the ring, and rolls in. He stands and runs his hand through his hair, and Josephina Colbert gets into the ring and hands him a microphone. When his music fades under, he begins.

Loco Martinez: I just wanted to come out here and say... to say... that it was an honor to fight at Legacy X.

The crowd applauds the show of respect as Loco continues.

Loco Martinez: ... and that X-Calibur is-is a deserving champion.

The applause continues, a couple people whistling and yelling out random words.

Loco Martinez: I wanted to say that, THAT match was one of the best matches I have ever been a part of.

Crowd roars a section starts a "Thank You Lo-Co" chant. He looks up and gives a half hearted smirk.

Loco Martinez: Heh. Not sure what you'd thank ME for... I lost. But... as I was saying, I wanted to say to X... it was the best match I have ever been a part of... and I'd like to do it again.

The crowd roars, and Loco smiles his eyes lighting up a little for the first time.

Loco Martinez: One more time. I want a shot. I need to know. I need to KNOW. I want-no... I NEED another shot. I know X can tell me to "sit and twirl", "go to the back of the line", "get to stepping skippy"... It is his prerogative. He has proved everything he needs to have proven to ME, to YOU, to anyone who wants a shot at that title. But I need to prove something... I'm asking... one more time... Loco Martinez... X-Calibur... for the LEGACY World Championship.

Loco waits a few moments. He shrugs, figuring he's tried, and gotten an answer... when "Harvester of Sorrow" hits the PA System and out walks X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: Blimey! That didn’t take long at all!

Loco smiles nervously as the LEGACY World Champion makes his way down the ramp, focused dually on the ring and the encompassing crowd cheering them both on. He wears the LEGACY World title proudly around his good shoulder, along with a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt with the white Punisher skull imprinted on it. Adorned in an unzipped hooded fleece jacket that bore a reversible black and white camouflage interior, X-Calibur held a microphone near his mouth that he grabbed from somewhere in the back.

Bryan Harris: I’m actually surprised X-Calibur is coming out here. I figured he’d be resting on his laurels for another month or so..

Jimmy Yates: Please. When has X-Calibur EVER been known to do that, Bryan?

X-Calibur stops in mid-ascension up the steel steps and looks at everybody applauding him and the man standing inside the ring. Shaking his head with humble gratitude and a smirk stretching from ear to ear, X-Calibur steps onto the ring apron. He stops, eyeing Loco up and down for a moment..

Alan Ducard: Looks like he’s trying to size Loco up or something.

X-Calibur step through the ropes and enters the ring, and immediately afterwards he taps on the microphone a couple of times and the music quickly fades out.

X-Calibur: What do you take me for, Loc? I mean... really. What’s with the reverse psychology crap? After a match like that, I would NEVER tell you to “get in line” or “wait your turn”. No, no, no. You, sir... you earned a rematch. Any time, any place. There’s just no other way around it, man.

The fans cheer at this. Loudly.

X-Calibur: We took each other to our limits. Like the ring generals we are, we went out there for forty minutes and tore the house down, wowing any non-believer into submission. We... we proved that we are the embodiment of what wrestling in LEGACY is all about, Loc...

The fans applaud this, chanting “LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE!” for both competitors.

X-Calibur: So... you know what? If you want to go one more time... if you want to try and surpass the greatness we displayed at LEGACY X? Then sh**... I’m MORE than willing to try.

X-Calibur puts his hand out. Loco smiles, and accepts it without hesitation.

Loco Martinez: Sounds good, X. But... hehe, you know, you just gave me an idea. You say “anytime, anywhere”... then I say... how about... TONIGHT. Loco Martinez versus X-Calibur II. For the LEGACY World Championship. If we try to put this off, the front office is going to have someone else already in line to take the shot at the SuperCard, and by then, who knows, someone else might step up and get in our way... let's not rob these fans of seeing another great contest.

That sentiment gets a decent pop from the live fans.

Loco Martinez: Whadda ya say, “champ”?

X smiles. All of a sudden, in their handshake, he rips Loco in real close, face to face.

X-Calibur: It’s on.

The fans in attendance EXPLODE as X-Calibur and Loco Martinez release their grip on one another and nod their heads. The reaction of this challenge being accepted is absolutely deafening, and after a few moments Loco Martinez steps between the top and middle rope, exiting to the outside. But he refuses to take his attention away from X-Calibur. Every step of the way back up the ramp, he continues nodding his head, as X-Calibur hoists himself up to the second rope and holds the LEGACY World Title up in the air as high as he can, right in the face of the man he defended it from at LEGACY X. Loco makes a motion around his waist with his hands that the belt is going on him tonight, and X-Calibur wryly mouths “bullsh**” in great defiance.

A family sitting on their couch.

Flash: A placid looking group at the bar.

Flash: A group of Legacy employees sitting eating a meal.

Flash: A Legacy crowd inside the arena before the show starts, sitting patiently.

The lyrics hit.

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

Flash of various bodies in various positions inside a Legacy ring. Crumpled. Bloodied. Exhausted. Crashing to the mat in pain.

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

X-Calibur dropping Loco Martinez with the X-Terminator. Flash to a shot of X-Calibur standing, holding the Legacy World Championship.

"Me
Just me"

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

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

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

"Some laugh"

A shot of Loco Martinez smiling huge

"some salivate"

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

"Whats in your alleyway
Recycling bins or bullet cases"

Domination battling El Chupacabra in the parking garage.

"Its not equal
Its not fair"

The Entourage shows up at Destined for Greatness, destroying Justin Moreno. Becomes Moreno bashing Derek Shane's forehead into the exposed steel turnbuckle repeatedly from Legacy X.

"Were different people
But were not scared"

Flash from John Thomas to Mirage to Adam Davis.

"We aint never scared
To pave a new path"

Damien Black pummeling Issac Entragian. Laura and Chris Turner in a heated discussion backstage

"Make a new street
Build a new bridge"

Mirage speaking with Lucien Gray. The two men standing with Osamu Hayashi at the Legacy X pre show.

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

Devastation hoisting his newly won Tao of Valor belt high into the air, the light glistening off of it.

"Songs words werent right
Now a new days coming"

Diamond Del Carver standing inside a Legacy ring in his referee's garb.

"The few stay stunning"

Hannah Perez fighting with Diego. Then her coming out, distracting Diego during the match with Anarchy.

"while the many are handsome"

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

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

Cronos talking with Gryffin Anselm, snap to the two men brawling.

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

The family from the couch in the opening jump to their feet, excited to see some Legacy action.

"And"

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

"Rise together"

Crazyboy spinning John thomas in the "Crazy Airlines: Destination Samoa", but John reverses it into a nasty DDT.

"We... rise together"

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

"Rise together"

Split screen of Herbert J. Moxley and Justin Moreno jumping to the top rope, pausing a moment before launching themselves.

"We rise together"

The crowd again jumps to their feet.

"Rise together
We rise together"

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

"Rise together
We rise together"

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

"Rise together
We rise together"

Laura Seton flies off the top rope. Joey Sheppard launches himself into the "Lincoln Log Leg Drop".

"Rise together"

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

"We rise together"

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

Far off behind Diamond Del Carver, there is a corner of the backstage area that is shrouded in shadow. We cannot see anything in the corner, but Carver seems to be staring intently into the corner. The camera zooms in slowly, and as the light adjusts we can see the grinning face of none other than Issac Entragian…standing totally immersed in the shadows, just watching.

For a long, tense moment, Diamond Del Carver stares into the shadows, not even sure if he is seeing something. Entragian simply stares back at Carver…smiling. Suddenly, Carter Franklin rushes up to Del Carver.

Carter Franklin: Hey Del! How are you? Listen, we’ve got some ideas for some T-Shirt designs we wanted you to look at!

Del Carver is surprised by the appearance of the LEGACY Road Agent, so he turns and looks at Franklin.

Diamond Del Carver: What? Oh…yeah. No problem brother.

Carver turns and looks back toward the corner.

Issac Entragian is gone.

Carter Franklin: Is everything okay, Del? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.

Carver stares into the dark corner for a long moment, unsure of what he saw…if he saw anything?

Finally he turns back to Carter Franklin.

Diamond Del Carver: Nah, everything is cool brother. Let’s go look at them designs.

As Carter Franklin and Del Carver start to walk away, Carver sneaks one last look over his shoulder towards the dark corner of the backstage area.

He looks worried.

Alan Ducard: Well John Thomas was the Tao of Valor Champion at that time – though the belt had a different name at the time, and since that point, John has failed to reclaim gold here in LEGACY. Both of these men obviously looking to head on a championship path, and with LEGACY opening matches typically being as hot as they’ve been, there are a lot of eyes on this contest.

Bryan Harris: I’ve heard plenty of good things about this Ryan Lewis kid, but how serious am I supposed to take a guy who names himself after a citrus fruit?!

Alan Ducard: I know a lot of people are saying that very same thing, Bryan, and against John Thomas, The Kumquat Kid Ryan Lewis certainly has his work cut out for him, but this could be a good opportunity to make a name for himself.

Jimmy Yates: If John Thomas is on top of his game, this could be a rough debut for Kumquat. John’s had great matches with some of the top names in the business, and after failing to beat Crazy Boy at LEGACY X, you have to know that John wants to rebound strong.

Bryan Harris: There’s no doubt in my mind that if John Thomas can come in here and fight Ryan Lewis the way he’s fought against X-Calibur and Crash, he’ll have no problems with this match at all.

Alan Ducard: No sense in continuing to talk about what could happen, let’s get to the footage.

Jimmy Yates: John Thomas does not seem to be taking this match seriously.

Bryan Harris: Why should he? He’s a master of technical wrestling and this guy talks to fruit.

Kumquat charges at JT, looking to lock up, Thomas is able to quickly swing his arm around and put KK into a side headlock. Thomas twists his upper body, pulling down his opponent with a side headlock takedown. Thomas follows up by kicking his opponent in the low back while he is seated in front of him; the crowd echoes the pain on Kumquat’s face. Even so, Kumquat Kid is quick to get back on his feet. JT stands ready as KK takes a step back then springs forward with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!! Thomas DUCKS at the last second!! KK lands on his feet but is met with a jab to his throat, and put on his back with a single leg takedown.

Alan Ducard: We’re not seeing the usual focus on the shoulder from Thomas thus far in this match, but these rudimentary takedowns are proving quite effective.

Bryan Harris: You’ve got to hand it to Thomas, dominating in this match, after that DEVASTATING loss at LEGACY X.

Jimmy Yates: Hold up – did you just acknowledge Crazy Boy’s victory over John Thomas?

Bryan Harris: GOD NO JIMBO – No one will remember that FLUKE victory, I am referring to Loco Martinez’s epic failure, poor John Thomas had to witness that up close and personal.

John Thomas actually is waiting for Kumquat Kid to get back up, shaking his head in disapproval. Kumquat Kid is back up and Thomas locks the wrist for an Irish whip into the ropes, KK bounces off the ropes, he comes running at Thomas who goes for a clothesline – KK ducks! He hits the opposite ropes, bounces, comes charging back. JT looks for the back body drop but KK Leap frogs over him. KK lands on his feet and is running again into the ropes, bounces, JT turns to meet his opponent and JT GETS SPIKED IN THE FACE with a running reverse elbow! The crowd roars with approval as John Thomas is put on his back.

Alan Ducard: Ryan Lewis taking charge with the high speed exchange - it looks like he’s going to keep this going.

Kumquat Kid runs to the rope again as Thomas gets up, clutching his nose in pain, Kumquat hits the ropes, bounces, comes charging back. Thomas stands ready and KK baseball slides between his legs! He’s back up swiftly and hits the opposite ropes, bounces, comes back and leaps over a drop toe hold attempt leaving JT on his torso! KK hits the far ropes one more time, bounces, and he’s now racing at Thomas who is just getting back on his feet – THOMAS GETS LEVELED with a high velocity SPINNING HEEL KICK!!

Jimmy Yates: NICE!!

Ryan Lewis goes for the pin – Referee Fudrucker is there to make the count.

One…

Tw -- Kick out!

Bryan Harris: It’ll take more than that to take out “The Durable One”.

Alan Ducard: Indeed, but Lewis has shifted the momentum here.

Kumquat Kid, much to the delight of the crowd, moves to the far turn buckle and hops up to the middle rope. JT sees this as he is getting up and charges in attempts to stop KK from getting to the top turnbuckle. Kumquat Kid leaps from the middle rope – MISSLE DROP KICK!! Thomas is down again!!

Jimmy Yates: This crowd really getting behind the Kumquatian!!

Bryan Harris: The what-what-ian???

Both men are up about the same time, KK sends himself into the ropes, bounces, charges Thomas and connects with a FLYING CROSS BODY!! – but last second - THOMAS CATCHES HIS OPPONENT AND REVERSES WITH A HARD HITTING POWER SLAM!!

Alan Ducard: Excellent reversal by Thomas!

Bryan: Take that Fruit Boy!

Jacob Fudrucker down for the pin count after that move.

One…

Two…

Kick out!! The crowd cheers as the match continues.

Looking annoyed JT pulls up Lewis and twists his arm into a hammer lock, positioning himself behind his opponent. KK is able to quickly reverse with a hammer lock of his own. JT easily counters and now has KK in a wrist lock, He turns the wrist and Kumquat Kid deftly tumbles forward and back on his feet to avoid straining of the muscle. KK nails a sideways kick to the abdomen and JT breaks the arm hold. KK Puts on a side head lock and goes for a bull dog! – Thomas counters, lifting Ryan Lewis up for a side suplex! – But now Lewis counters, rolling off his back and landing on his feet.

Alan Ducard: Neither man able to get the advantage in that quick exchange…

KK applies a waist lock from behind, JT goes for a reverse elbow but KK sees it coming and ducks. Still in a waist lock but with Thomas now in his face after spinning around from that missed elbow KK goes for a belly-to-belly maneuver that Thomas blocks by locking ankles. Thomas shoves KK to the side and lifts his lightweight opponent up high with a gutwrench maneuver and prepares to land a power bomb!! KK counters with some punches to the top of Thomas’ head and – HURRICANRANA REVERSAL!! The crowd loves it!! JT bounces off the mat and is back on his feet, although now showing some dizziness. JT Comes at KK who is already up and actually turns his back to his charging opponent, leaps onto the top turnbuckle and KUMQUAT KID LAUNCHES HIMSELF INTO A BLIND CORKSCREW PLANCHA – IT CONNECTS!!

Jimmy Yates: Wow!!

Bryan Harris: Dammit!!

Kumquat goes for the pin..

One...

Two…

Th- Kick out!!

The crowd starting to get riled up now and Ryan Lewis seems amused by this. He lifts up John Thomas as if for a body slam only to carry him to a nearby turnbuckle and place Thomas into a tree of woe! He runs back to the middle of the ring. The crowd starts to cheer with recognition as John Thomas struggles to get free. Kumquat Kid throws his head back and shouts:

Kumquat Kid: VIVA LA KUMQUAT!

Kumquat Kid runs toward JT and DROPKICK TO THE GROIN!!

Jimmy Yates: Now THERES something to BLOG ABOUT!! HAH!

Bryan Harris: SHUT IT JIMBO!! HE SHOULD BE DISQUALIFIED!!

The crowd is cheering, many on their feet from the Viva la Kumquat maneuver. Jacob Fudrucker, (who may have actually heard Bryan Harris) gets in Kumquats face a bit and gives a warning for the below the belt strike as Thomas falls from the tree of woe in a heap, clutching at his groin in pain. Kumquat Kid just smiles at the ref and drags his opponent towards the center of the ring by his ankles. Kumquat kid now climbs to the top turn buckle. He stands up strait as camera flashes start going off – he leaps – TOP ROPE FLIPPING LEG DROP!! BUT JT SEES IT COMING AND ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!

Alan Ducard: Lewis got overzealous!! That’s going to cost him!!

Ryan Lewis grabs his lower back in pain from a seated position and John Thomas is right there to capitalize. He KICKS Kumquat onto his back, landing a strike on the shoulder. Thomas follows up with a stomp to the left shoulder, then jumps up and DRIVES his knee into the same shoulder. He pulls up Kumquat Kid and is able to apply a Hammerlock from the front while KK is keeled over -- with his free arm he puts Ryan Lewis into a headlock, lifting his opponent by the locked arm THOMAS PLANTS KUMQUAT KID ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD WITH A HAMMERLOCK DDT!!

Alan Ducard: Thomas has perfected that maneuver. This could be it!

Thomas makes the cover.

Bryan Harris: COME ON REF!!

Jimmy Yates: COME ON RYAN!!

Fudrucker makes the count…

One…

Two…

Thre – KICK OUT!!

Thomas stands up over the fallen Kumquat Kid and smirks. He STOMPS the left shoulder repeatedly.

Alan Ducard: We’re finally starting to see some of the classic focus on the shoulder from the durable one here.

Thomas pulls up his opponent into a standing head scissors. JT bends down and wraps his arms around the waist of KK. Hoists him up for a SICK SICKDOWN PILEDRIVER -- SPIKING KUMQUAT KID ONTO THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!

Alan Ducard: John Thomas looking to end this!!

Thomas makes the pin and Fudrucker is there.

Bryan Harris: Of course - Frankly, John Thomas has better things to do!

One…

Two…

Three!!

NO!! KICK OUT!! FUDRUCKER HOLDS UP HIS HANDS FOR THE TWO COUNT!!

Jimmy Yates: NEVER COUNT OUT THE KUMQUAT!

Bryan Harris: You are WAY too into this matchup, Jimbo, this is clearly going to be over shortly and Thomas will pick up the win.

Jimmy Yates: We’ll see about that!

Alan Ducard: Statistically speaking, John Thomas has seen a lot of losses lately. He needs this win if he wants back in the main event scene.

Thomas is up and now he looks annoyed with Fudrucker. Eventually he just shrugs and lifts up his opponent who is rather limp after the pile driver, he pulls him up as if for a body slam – and goes into a kneeling position for a SHOULDER BREAKER!! And Kumquat Kid is right back down. Rather than go for the pin, Thomas pulls up Kumquat Kid and places him into a wrist lock. Thomas jumps and lands on the mat with a STOMP yanking his opponent’s arm with a mean arm wrench. He then applies a hammer lock and runs his opponent chest first into the turnbuckle – KNOCKING the wind out of him!! Putting the hammer lock back into a wrist lock John Thomas climbs his way carefully up to the top turnbuckle, a half-hearted expression on his face.

Bryan Harris: Time for some New School Goodness!!

With Kumquat Kid bent over in pain from the wrist lock John Thomas makes his way towards the middle of the top rope.

Alan Ducard: A high risk maneuver, but really if Ryan Lewis were to push Thomas out of the ring right now his arm might be rended from the socket…

Suddenly Kumquat Kid stirs – he jumps and DROP KICKS the middle rope – this causes Kumquat Kid to SPRINGBOARD and fly towards the middle of the ring –pulling Thomas with him!! KUMQUAT PERFORMS AN ARM DRAG REVERSAL MID AIR LANDING IN ON TOP OF THOMAS!! The crowd is livid!!

Jimmy Yates: YES!!

Fudrucker is there for the count!!

Alan Ducard: Amazing!!

One…

Kumquat Kid rolls into a bridge for additional leverage.

Two…

Bryan Harris: KICKOUT!!!

THREE!!!

The referee calls for the bell and raises Kumquat Kid’s arm in victory.

DING!! DING!! DING!!

John Thomas gets to his knees and looks at Kumquat Kid climb the turnbuckle to salute the cheering fans, and he simply can’t believe it. Having seen enough, John Thomas lays down onto the mat and rolls to the side, leaving the ring dejected.

Alan Ducard: John Thomas does not look the least bit satisfied with what just transpired, and that’s three matches in a row that John has had some sort of significant interest in that he’s come away from feeling dejected, two losses of his own and having to watch Loco Martinez in a losing effort against X-Calibur back at LEGACY X.

Bryan Harris: Well he should be dejected after this loss and his loss at LEGACY X, because both losses were to a vastly inferior opponents!

Jimmy Yates: Say what you will, Bryan, but Crazy Boy is definitely on the rise here in LEGACY and the Kumquat Kid looked pretty damn impressive in his debut!

The opening line from the infamous Haddaway single and Saturday Night Live fame BOOMS from the Pepsi Center public address system, and the LEGACY Vision tron comes to life before any of the fans in attendance or watching around the world put enough thought into it to be confused. As the song continues to play, the video on the screen picks up.

“BABY DON’T HURT ME”

“DON’T HURT ME”

“NO MORE”

There is a shot of a large man (Entourage member Shadow) sitting in an office at work obviously half asleep with head bobbing around. Finally, he leans too far back on his chair and falling out of it with a huge crash, and the camera focuses in on the computer in front of him in his cubicle. Immediately visible is the title of a video in a media player, entitled “Devastation vs. Adam Davis Promo – Setting the Record Straight.”

“WHAT IS LOVE!?”

“YEAH, YEAH!”

We get another shot and this time it’s of an Asian man (John James) sitting at a sports bar, televisions surrounding him, and he too is bobbing his head almost a sleep, and finally he goes face first into the bar and rolls off on to the floor. The camera focuses in on the action on the TV and we see it’s the X-Calibur vs. Devastation title match.

“HOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO”

We then see a tall, curvy beautiful woman sitting on a park bench (The gorgeous Elena Pisk) in the similar predicament of falling asleep as well, and she was reading a wrestling magazine and on the front is a shot of Devastation with the words “We Deserve Better “ – p. 57 on the cover. The unfortunate woman is then unaware as some skater punk then rolls by her and steals her purse while she’s asleep!

More situations are shown with people falling asleep during Devastation promos, matches, interviews and the like – fans in arenas, people at home face planting into their popcorn – etc. Until finally we hear audio from the last Devastation match as a hot sports car (red of course) is shown speeding down the road …

“Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the match and NEWWWWWWWW! Tao of Valor Champion … DEVASTATION!!!”

“WHAT IS LOVE!?”

As Devastation is said, the car veers off the road, striking a tree, bursting into flames, and exploding! From the ball of flame a logo comes flying saying.

ENTOURAGE MAX!

Followed by an announcer screaming.

“WAKE UP PEOPLE!”

The screen then goes blank and the crowd jeers what they’ve just seen and an “Entourage Sucks” chant begins to fill the arena.

Alan Ducard: I have to say what we just say was entirely unnecessary.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know Alan, this is The Entourage’s first shot at the Main Event, they don’t want to risk any of the fans going into REM when Devastation comes out here.

Jimmy Yates: Oh the fans are definitely awake Bryan, just not in the way I think The Entourage intended. These fans are jacked up and are livid about the mocking they just witnessed.

Bryan Harris: And to think that from what The Highlight of the Night said earlier there is more to come!

The large iron door leading into the room is open onto one of the backstage corridors to allow some of the heat to vent out, and suddenly two LEGACY crew members leisurely walk by, taking their time and having a bit of conversation.

Crew Member # 1: Yeah I heard some weird ass noises coming from the basement earlier. Kinda freaked me out.

Crew Member # 2: I didn’t realize the Pepsi Center had a rat problem.

Crew Member # 1: Nah man. Definitely wasn’t rats. Sounded like something creepy out of ghost hunters...

Crew Member # 2: Dude, you must have ran into HgH and scored or somethin, who in the hell would be down there?

The crew members walk onward a little faster, the noise of their conversation starting to fade away. But Issac got an earful. His green eyes narrow, cocking his head to the side a little as he pauses in polishing the championship belt. Entragian stands up and walks to the doorway, looking down the hall towards the door leading to the basement level of the building.

Alan Ducard: I’ve yet to meet anyone who wasn’t surprised by Osamu Hayashi turning his back on the Bushido Buntai and joining up with Mirage and Lucien Gray.

Bryan Harris: I was surprised to see it happen, but in hindsight, I’m not surprised that Osamu made the switch. Did you see how confident he looked when he showed up and started kicking ass?

Jimmy Yates: Mirage has always had a certain charisma about him that makes people want to follow him, so out of anyone, I’m not surprised that Osamu would follow him out of anyone, but to turn his back on Katsuro Yoshida who he trained with almost his whole life? That’s shocking.

Alan Ducard: We heard from Kevin Oppenheimer a couple days ago, and what I found interesting is the fact that Kevin Oppenheimer not only asked for this match, but when he made the request, he asked if Katsuro Yoshida had tried to get a match against his former protégé, and Katsuro Yoshida turned down the opportunity.

Bryan Harris: Well if you saw the same cliff-painting scene I saw, Katsuro Yoshida also said that this match was really not Oppy’s battle to fight, and I agree with Yoshi, Kevin should keep his nose out of it.

Jimmy Yates: Well Kevin Oppenheimer is real frustrated about the entire situation, Osamu Hayashi is probably real excited about his big return, so let’s get to the footage to see how it all turned out.

Alan Ducard: No doubt about it, Kevin Oppenheimer is enjoying what he’s doing to Osamu Hayashi, as evident by that big smile on his face and the unrelenting nature of his attack.

Bryan Harris: Well we haven’t seen even half of what Osamu’s capable of, so if Oppy really wants this win, he better keep in on the attack.

Taking Hayashi by the wrist, Kevin turns him around and then whips him across the ring, charging in quickly behind him. The moment Osamu hits the turnbuckles chest first, Oppenheimer drills him with a clothesline to the back of the neck. Again grabbing Osamu by the wrist, Kevin turns his opponent around, backs up a couple steps and sends him into the far corner. A few steps behind, Oppenheimer again charges in after Hayashi, but this time when Osamu gets to the far end of the ring he hops up onto the second turnbuckle, puts his foot on the top turnbuckle and flips backwards over Kevin’s head, landing behind him.

Crowd: WHOOOA!!!

Oppenheimer turns around, realizing Hayashi is behind him, then charges in to go for a clothesline, but Osamu turns and ducks just in time. Before Kevin can turn around again, Hayashi takes a step in his direction and then sends a thrust kick to Kevin’s lower back, dropping him to his knees.

Jimmy Yates: That’s a brutal place to kick someone, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Kevin Oppenheimer isn’t able to get up.

Bryan Harris: Oh he’ll get up! Osamu Hayashi isn’t done with him yet! For as much reason Kevin Oppenheimer has to be upset with Osamu, the same can be said for Hayashi’s feelings towards Katsuro Yoshida and Kevin Oppenheimer for replacing him and not doing everything EVERYTHING they could to get him back into the ring sooner.

Alan Ducard: That’s a tad ludicrous.

Running across the ring, Osamu hops up onto the second rope and propels himself backwards, swings his leg around and connects to the side of Kevin’s head, dropping him to the mat. Rolling over onto his back, Kevin holds the side of his head and fights to get back up to his feet. Kicking Oppenheimer in the bicep, Osamu keeps Kevin from getting to his feet on his own. Taking him by the arm, Osamu pulls Kevin up off the mat and sends him into the corner with an irish whip.

Spinning around, Osamu thrusts his leg backwards, connecting with the abdomen of his opponent. Running into the far corner, Hayashi hops up onto the second turnbuckle, spins, and runs across the ring, leaps up into the air and throws his knee into the side of Kevin’s head. Dropping his feet onto the middle rope, Osamu then grabs the top rope, propels his feet upwards into a handstand. After holding it for a moment, Hayashi drops his legs down, grabs Kevin by the shoulders, puts his knees into Oppenheimer’s chest, falls backwards and sends Kevin into the middle of the ring with a monkey-flip.

Bryan Harris: See, THIS is the kind of athletic maneuver I thought we were going to see from Osamu Hayashi when he first showed up in LEGACY based on what he did in Japan, but Katsuro Yoshida made him WAY too uptight.

Alan Ducard: Whatever the reason may be, Osamu Hayashi does look impressive here tonight thus far.

Running into the ropes, Osamu gets some momentum and on the return, Hayashi goes for an elbow drop, but Kevin rolls out of the way. As Osamu starts to get up, Kevin grabs him by the leg. Hayashi spins around to look his opponent in the face, but Kevin gets a foot down on the mat, leaps up and clotheslines Osamu down to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Now look who’s going to be in trouble!

Bryan Harris: It’s just one little clotheslines, Yates, and honestly, it’s sad that you get excited so easily.

Kevin Oppenheimer moves in and stomps down onto Osamu’s back, then kicks him in the ribs, flipping him over. Reaching down, Kevin grabs both of Osamu’s wrists, one in each hand. Stepping over Hayashi’s body, Oppenheimer puts himself into position and stomps down onto his chest. Pulling up on Osamu’s arms Kevin pulls him up off the mat and then stomps right back down, repeating the pull-up-and-stomp repeatedly.

Jimmy Yates: It’s The Beefeater!!

Alan Ducard: Named after the royal guardians at the Tower of London…

Bryan Harris: No time for a history lesson, Big Al!

Kevin stops stomping on Osamu and then helps lift him up off the mat. Picking Hayashi up into his arms, Oppenheimer holds Osamu up in the fallaway slam position, turns to locate his position in the ring, and then throws him backwards, back first into the turnbuckle!

Jimmy Yates: I’d say that’s a little payback for that kick to the back earlier!

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and not exactly legal.

Alan Ducard: I don’t believe it’s illegal to throw an opponent into the turnbuckle…

Bryan Harris: Whatever, Al, take his side, you always do that.

With Osamu on the mat, Kevin exits the ring and gets a chair from underneath the ring apron, then gets back into the ring. After setting up the chair, Oppy spots Osamu getting up off the mat, grabs him by the head and drops right down with a DDT. As Kevin gets to his feet, referee Don Bower walks over and starts to beg him not to use the chair, warning him that he’d have to disqualify him. Putting his hand on Don’s shoulder, Kevin pushes the referee aside.

Alan Ducard: Kevin’s not heeding the warning, and now he’s running the risk of getting disqualified.

Bryan Harris: Don Bower is not the kind of guy to throw out idle threats, so I guess we’re about to find out just how strong Kevin’s resolve is.

The fans around the arena spark up with life and the camera switches over to show Katsuro Yoshida walking out from the backstage area, headed down the ramp. It’s not until Kevin Oppenheimer has picked up the chair that he realizes Katsuro is headed for the ring, so he walks over to see what’s going on.

Jimmy Yates: Katsuro doesn’t look happy…

Alan Ducard: I believe that’s because he knows what Kevin’s intentions are.

Hopping right up onto the apron, Katsuro Yoshida gets into the ring and walks right over to Don Bower and starts pointing at Kevin Oppenheimer, explaining something to him. Bower looks confused, and Katsuro keeps explaining, pointing down to the mat and then pointing at the chair. Don looks alittle confused, but he walks over and says something to the time keeper, who then rings the bell.

Jimmy Yates: Wait, what just happened?!

Alan Ducard: I think Kevin Oppenheimer just got disqualified…

Don Bower explains something to Josephina Colbert, who shrugs her shoulders and makes an announcement.

As Katsuro Yoshida starts to leave the ring, Kevin Oppenheimer stops him and starts to yell at him. Yoshida starts to walk off, but Kevin takes him by the arm, spins him around and yells at Katsuro again. Before Yoshida can walk off again, Kevin shoves him, then walks off, leaving the ring.

Alan Ducard: A bit of dissention growing there amongst the World-wide Bushido Buntai.

Bryan Harris: This isn’t new, Alan. This stuff has been building up between these two guys for months! Go back to the time when Katsuro Yoshida got a LEGACY International title shot against Jean-Gerard Baptiste, which he lost, and Kevin Oppenheimer won that Showcase match. Those two guys know who the better competitor is between them, and it sure ain’t the man from Japan.

Jimmy Yates: Those two guys are a team, so I don’t think anyone needs to be talking about who’s better. They both bring talents to the team, and they’re going to work through this issue. That’s what friends and partners do.

Getting up off the mat, Osamu Hayashi watches the duo headed up the ramp individually and laughs. Sticking out his tongue, Osamu licks some blood from side of his mouth, heads over to the edge of the ring and walks away from the ringside area.

Andrew Kelley: Hey Cronos. How are you?

Cronos cackles and looks Andrew square in the eyes, a grin forming upon his face.

Cronos Diamante: I’m doing great! Oh yes, yes, yes… doing fantastic! Faaaaaaaaantastic!

Andrew can’t believe his ears and steps closer to Cronos, getting as close as he dares. The distance is about ten feet. Cronos decides to close the distance on him and make it five. The closeness obviously has Andrew Kelley unnerved but he’s professional enough to do what it takes to continue his interview.

Andrew Kelley: How can you be doing fantastic, Cronos? You lost a match at Legacy X to Stephen Rawlings with some rather shady circumstances. Don’t you care?

Cronos cackles and takes another step towards Andrew. Placing a hand on Andrew’s shoulder, he begins to respond.

Cronos Diamante: Lost to Stephen Rawlings? Ha! That match I won. Oh yes, yes, yes… I won that match! John James made it a quote unquote “official loss”, but that doesn’t mean it takes away the fact that Rawlings was about to lose.

Cronos pauses, removes his hand from Andrew’s shoulder and takes a step back to throw a three punch combo at the air followed by a stiff jumping side kick.

Cronos Diamante: I knew young Stephen would pull something out of his cheating hat. He doesn’t know how to win a match without cheating. But I’m not focused on Rawlings right now. I have a 4-way No Limits match with John James being involved. He cost me the official win so how couldn’t everything be fantastic? I get to exact my revenge on the little piss ant. Oh yes, yes, yes… exact my revenge!

Andrew Kelley: Cronos… don’t you find it a little against the odds to be going against not only one guaranteed for but two? Diego de Cardenas is in this match too. There’s no love lost there. I’m not sure about Ron Bailey but I do remember you beating him when you defended your No Limits Championship against him and Crazy Boy. Don’t you think he’s looking to prove he can beat you?

Cronos cackles again and pulls Andrew to him by placing his arm around him.

Cronos Diamante: Look Andrew… I don’t care about that excuse making little bitch, Diego. I don’t like him, I didn’t from the start and I’ll be damned if I ever do. But my objective in this match is to not only win, but to beat the snot out of John James. Nobody does what he does and gets away with it. The same goes for Rawlings… he and I are far from over. John just decided to throw his name in the hat. Diego will get as much attention as I deem fit. And that’s all there is to it. He’s not my concern. As for Ron Bailey…

Andrew Kelley: Speak of the devil…

Both men turn their heads, the cameraman following, as Ron Bailey shows up, wearing his trademark University of Georgia warm-up suit, complete with his custom red and black iPod. He takes the earbuds out when he gets to the interview spot and pat Andrew on the shoulder, all the while looking at Cronos.

Ron Bailey: Yo… what’s good fellas?

Andrew Kelley: We were just talking about your upcoming match against Cronos.

Ron Bailey: Among others, yeah. I’m looking forward to it, and actually I was just coming to find you, C-Dawg. Wanted to tell you that I’m very much anticipating gettin’ back in there wit’ cha. Been a while, man, but I enjoyed our last lock up.

Cronos smirks and lets out a small cackle.

Cronos Diamante: You mean when I beat your ass after Mirage tainted our Championship bout?

Cronos waits for a reaction from Ron but he doesn't get one. Just a smile and a nod.

Cronos Diamante: All jokes aside, Ron… Don't get in the way of my revenge with John James. Otherwise this little joking and me only considering you as an opponent and nothing more, not an enemy so to speak, will cease to exist as you know it.

Ron just shrugs and puts his headphones back into his ears.

Ron Bailey: See you out there.

Avery: Laura, thanks giving a few moments of your time for a few questions.

Laura: Hey, it's no problem, but I have a couple for you.

Avery: Okay? Go ahead...

Laura: You still an intern here?

Avery: Well, yeah.

Laura: For real?

Avery nods as Laura rolls her eyes.

Laura: (demeaningly) How long has it been!?

Avery: It hasn't been THAT long.

Laura: (chuckling) Man, I was watching tapes of LEGACY from when Strife first started—you were an intern THEN! Seriously, how long?

Avery gets a realization that he just might be a loser holding an intern position for so long.

Avery: It's...been...two-and-a-half years...

Laura: (shaking her head) Dude, either get a full-time job be it here or somewhere else; or just give up already.

She gives him a semi-hard pat on the back with a half-smile showing she's joking—or at least sort of joking. Avery gives a nervous laugh, not sure how to respond since he doesn't want to tick off the intimidating woman next to him. Quickly, he gets back on track.

Avery: So, Laura—you and Chris Turner were victorious at the LEGACY X pre-show. How did it feel?

Laura: In all honesty, unfulfilling.

Avery: How so?

Laura: Well, it was like I told my fans in my on-line chat recently; it was great winning, but I didn't accomplish all that I wanted.

Avery: What didn't you do? You performed well in front of the home-town fans, got the win...what are we missing?

Laura: First off, as close as I am to the Minnesota fans from school—they're not my TRUE home-town fans. THOSE fans are in Wisconsin. Secondly, to your point: I wanted more against Frank Garvin. That was my driving force—getting a chance to be in the ring with that, as you guys say, “monster.”

Avery: Um—you know, no offense—but you're not exactly that big. I'm not saying you can't fend for yourself, but let's face it Ms. Seton...I mean, you said it yourself a few weeks ago, the guy is about twice your size.

Laura: (snootily) So?

Avery: That kind of formula doesn't exactly spell “full health” by the end of the match. We saw Frank have a couple moves against you and it was obvious you were hurting after taking his sideslam.

Laura: You see Avery, you said just what upsets me. “A couple moves.” I want more than just “a couple moves” against him. I fended pretty well for myself too, you know.

Avery: Don't you think the fans could have played a part in that? If you face him in a more...let's say...”neutral” setting, like Arizona or Oklahoma, you won't have that overly-supportive crowd-base there. Let's face it, in St. Paul you were probably getting the loudest ovations.

Laura: Maybe you're right about the fans and their “pumping me up” but I'd like to see for myself just what could happen. It was almost like (extremely frustrated) EVERY SINGLE TIME Garvin approached me or we were the only two in the ring (almost as if ready to cry from frustration) SOMEONE GOT IN THE WAY!! If it wasn't Turner hitting him with a chair, it was Jackson distracting him. (shaking her head, getting a wondering look) And that puzzles me. Is Benny Jackson retarded or something? Hey—here's this HUGE guy on your team and he's the legal man in the ring against a 5'9” female. (looking to Avery) Aren't those odds YOU would take?

Avery: Uh...well...

Laura: Just be honest with me.

Avery: Yes.

Laura: Okay—and it might sound like I'm downplaying myself, but you look at it on paper, (looking upwards) nearly seven freaking feet tall, 325 pounds...(bringing her head down) against little Laura Seton. That's a match-up anyone would take ANY day of the week if they wanted to bet on a winner. Even if Jackson lets Garvin go against me and I beat him—at least he played the “smart hand.”

Avery: So are you worth facing a big man?

Laura: Well, that's what I want to prove. People can think what they want over my next statement here; but I want Frank Garvin. One-on-one. No one else at ringside...no one able to interfere. Heck, you know—I 'd be willing to say let's lower a cage for it just so no one CAN get in between us without some effort.

Avery: (shocked out of his wits) You want a CAGE MATCH!? Against GARVIN!?

Laura busts out laughing at Avery's reaction before calming down.

Laura: It doesn't have to be a cage—I just want him for myself. I want people in LEGACY to see that I'm worth more than just fighting the “little guys.” I'm worth more than tag matches. Now, if I get the snot kicked out of me, then so be it; but if my performance gets people here to realize, just like elsewhere I've been, that yeah, Laura Seton can play with the big boys—it's worth it.

Avery: I have to wonder though—doesn't he creep you out? The freakish smile? The duct tape?

Laura: A little, sure. But the majority of me sees this as a game. I personally don't think he's OVERLY scary—disturbed, sure, but not anything I'm going to run from. The tape? Ha! (a tone almost like she's “losing it” herself) Like I've mentioned before, he can go right ahead and use that. Tape my wrists. Tape my ankles. Put in me bondage. (looking into the camera, eyes wide, like she wants this) Come on Frank. Where are you buddy? You want me? Infatuated with me? I'm right here...

As Laura is talking, Avery’s eyes grow wide as he notices someone approaching from behind. The camera turns slightly and we see Frank Garvin slowly walking up, a deranged look on his face, the Watchmen shirt on. He gets a few feet away from her as she finishes talking, and he slowly and deeply breathes in through his nose, catching Laura’s aroma, closing his eyes and enjoying it. Hearing the intake, Laura stops and turns around, a bit startled by Garvin, who opens his eyes.

A smile forms on Laura’s face as she glares into Frank’s eyes, and then she reaches out with both hands, as if she were a suspect allowing herself to be handcuffed by police. Frank Garvin looks down at her wrists, and then looks back up into her eyes.

Laura: (quietly) Come on Frankie! Right here! (pushes her hands closer to him) Right now! Come on! Do it! Do it!

She keeps her smile, nearly laughing as starts backing away. Neither of the two says another word until after she’s gone. When Intern Avery starts to walk off, Garvin swiftly grabs him by the wrist and pulls him back.

frank GARVIN: I told you she wanted to be my friend.

Avery looks completely confused, and noticeably spooked.

Avery: What are you talking about?

Garvin’s eyes grow wide.

frank GARVIN: I heard her talking. She wants to be near me. She wants to spend more time. She wants to be friends.

Avery: I think she wants to fight you in a one on one match, Frank. I don’t know if that means she wants to be friends. In fact, it quite possibly means the opposite.

frank GARVIN: I’ll give her what she wants. I’m not Chris Turner, with me, she will get what she needs.

Frank reaches up and grabs a handful of his own hair, gently pulling.

frank GARVIN: She gets her wish.

Avery: Well... why didn't you tell her this yourself?

After letting go of his hair, Garvin’s eyes begin to close, as if he's drifting to sleep.

frank GARVIN: Because we're not friends yet.

His grin becomes a full, toothy smile. Avery takes the opportunity to leave.

Jimmy Yates: Former No Limits Champion Diego de Cardenas gets into the ring with a man he has quite a history with – Cronos Diamante. Not only will Cronos get an opportunity to settle an old score with Diego in this match, he’ll also get the chance to settle a newer one, as Entourage member John James who will take part in his third-ever match in LEGACY.

Alan Ducard: And for the past couple months Ron Bailey has talked about wanting to try to translate his mixed martial arts training into some No Limits division success, and so he’ll get a chance at that here tonight.

Bryan Harris: Looking at this match, it’s hard to figure who I should place my wagers on. Cronos is out, since he’s got two guys he’s going after and is going to do harm to his chances by splitting his focus. John James, I don’t know what to think about how he can compete in a No Limits match. Diego is the obvious person to wager on, given his experience, but you never know what the other two viable chance guys are going to do, especially if Helena Fitzgerald has things all figured out for Bailey Boy, then it’s probably not the best idea to bet against him.

Jimmy Yates: So how about you keep your money and we just get to the action?

Alan Ducard: Cronos has a singular focus here early on, and he follows John James out of the ring!

As Diego gets up off the mat, Ron Bailey moves back in to follow up on his earlier attack, but Cardenas gets to his feet in time and sends a kick to the gut of his opponent, then grabs Ron by the head, lifts him up and sends him down to the mat swiftly with a snap suplex.

Bryan Harris: Textbook snap suplex there by Diego de Cardenas, and anyone who doesn’t recognize Diego’s technical wrestling ability is just plain ignorant.

Alan Ducard: Diego has wrestled all over the world, but you must admit, he doesn’t always rely on his technical training in the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Now he’s eyeing up another opportunity, and I think he’s about to do something crazy!

Spotting Cronos and James outside the ring, Diego runs into the opposite ropes, gets some momentum, flips up over the top rope and comes crashing down onto both opponents, sending everyone down to the arena floor.

Crowd: OOOHHHHH!!!

Getting to his feet, Diego starts stomping down on Cronos. John James rolls away a little bit, then gets up and notices that Cardenas isn’t targeting him at all, so he joins Diego in stomping onto Diamante, who is still on the mat.

Suddenly Diego stops stomping on Cronos, turns and tries for a hooking punch on John James, but the Entourage member blocks it, then quickly grabs Cardenas by the arm and whips him down to the arena floor with an armdrag, then swiftly returns to his feet and drills Diego in the ribs with a soccer style kick.

Alan Ducard: That could’ve been a dangerous alliance in this match if they could’ve fought together.

Jimmy Yates: With egos as big as they’ve got? They’re not going to work together.

Bryan Harris: They could work together half the match and still find a way to ensure that one of them comes out of the match as the winner.

Jimmy Yates: Here’s one guy who has the exact opposite plan!

Moving in from behind, Cronos grabs John James by the arm, spins him around, and completely devastates him with a punch, backing him up into the security guardrail. Not letting his target fall to the ground, Diamante grabs JJ by the arm, backs up a few quick steps, then uses an irish whip to send James into the guardrail along the other side of the ring.

Getting up off the ground, Diego reaches under the ring, takes a chair and gets up onto the apron. Ron Bailey moves in to get to Diego before he gets into the ring, but Cardenas throws the chair at Ron, hitting him in the head.

Alan Ducard: That’ll buy him a chance to get back into the ring.

As Diego ducks under the top rope to enter into the ring, Ron Bailey charges in and drills him with a forearm shot, getting a great reaction from the fans, increasing the intensity of the reaction as Ron raises his fist into the air and yells out. Cardenas stumbles backwards, hits the ropes, and then stumbles back towards the middle of the ring, getting swiftly taken down with a double-leg tackle.

Shifting around his legs, Ron tries for an armbar, but Diego starts kicking around with his legs and is able to break free, and he rolls backwards and exits the ring. Picking up the chair that Diego threw at him a couple minutes ago, Bailey tosses it out of the ring and then follows Diego.

Jimmy Yates: Well Ron let his opponents compete against each other earlier on and decided just to watch, but he’s not going to stand idle by this time!!

The moment Cardenas notices Ron is following him, he starts running around the ring, but Bailey’s so quick that he doesn’t allow Diego to get very far. Catching up to him, Ron spins Diego around and rocks him with a right hand, then pulls him in close and drops him to the arena floor hard with a belly to belly suplex. Ron stands up after the move and looks to follow up, but Diego has other ideas and quickly rolls to the side, disappearing under the ring.

Alan Ducard: Where in the bloody hell does Diego think he’s going?!

Bryan Harris: I don’t know, but Ron Bailey would be a fool to follow after him!

Pulling back the ring apron, Ron looks underneath the ring to try to find Diego, but it’s so dark that he can’t see him. Spotting Cronos working on John James, Ron decides to get back into the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Interesting decision by Ron to not go after Cronos Diamante.

Alan Ducard: Well we saw earlier in the evening that Ron Bailey seems to have a bit of respect for Cronos Diamante, so I guess he wants to let Cronos continue to get some revenge for what happened at LEGACY X.

Bryan Harris: First of all, that’s a dumb move on Ron’s part, because Cronos Diamante is his opponent, and only one of them can win this match. Secondly, how many times has Cronos hit John James this match already? A couple dozen? Come on, that’s enough retaliation. Cronos needs to learn to let things go, forgive & forget.

Jimmy Yates: I vote we let someone hit you in the nuts and see how quickly you forgive and forget.

Rolling out from underneath the ring, Diego de Cardenas brings a steel chair with him. Seeing Cronos still going to work on John James, Diego gets to his feet, charges over and slams the chair into Cronos’ back, dropping him flat. Setting up the chair behind him, Diego then grabs Cronos by the waistband of his pants from behind and lifts him up to his feet. Putting one of Cronos’ arms around his own neck, Diego locks his arms around Diamante’s abdomen, lifts up and falls backwards, crashing Cronos down into the steel chair.

Crowd: LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!!

Hoisting Diamante up off the arena floor, Diego puts him up onto the apron and then rolls him into the ring under the bottom rope. Watching from the outside, Diego starts getting frustrated that Ron Bailey is just looking at Cronos, and starts pointing at Diamante and yelling at Ron. Bailey just shakes his head and points to the chair on the outside. Diego hops up onto the apron, and Ron quickly charges in and meets Diego with a kick to the midsection between the ropes. Cardenas nearly falls off the apron, but Ron reaches over, grabs him by the arm to keep him on the apron, then lifts him up and pulls him into the ring with a vertical suplex.

Alan Ducard: Diego should’ve spent less time arguing with Ron and more time on a strategy, and now it’s Ron Bailey who gets to decide how this match continues.

Diego gets to his feet after rolling away, and Bailey moves in and throws his back leg forward, going for a roundhouse kick to the head, but Diego ducks it. Before Ron can pivot back around to face his opponent, Diego hits him in the back. Ron fires backwards with an elbow, connecting to the side of Diego’s jaw, and then Bailey continues to spin around and drops Cardenas with a forearm shot.

Jimmy Yates: OUCH! TWICE in a ROW Ron hits the mark, and Diego better hope he participated in the dental plan LEGACY offers!

Ron Bailey stomps down on Diego, ensuring he isn’t able to get back up for a moment, and then he notices something out of the corner of his eye, turns and spots John James just as he flies off the top rope. Bailey doesn’t react in time and he gets caught with a flying crossbody. John James holds on into a pinfall attempt, and veteran referee Klinton Porter slides into position to make the count.

ONE…

TWO…

NO!! KICKOUT!!

Both Ron Bailey and John James work their way up to their feet as quickly as possible, and due to the beating he’s already sustained and the energy he just expended, John James is a step behind Ron. As Bailey tries to get back on the offensive before James can get to his feet, John reaches up, grabs him around the neck, then pulls down into a jawbreaker. Ron tries to work his way up off the mat, but John grabs him by the ankle, lifts up on the leg and then dives into a forwards roll, putting torque on Bailey’s leg and flipping him over onto his back.

Alan Ducard: Well that was a crazy move! It was almost like a modified dragon-screw legwhip!

Bryan Harris: It keeps Ron on the mat and is going to make it harder for him to get up, so I’d call it effective!

Jimmy Yates: John James doing whatever he can to even up the odds…

Getting to his feet, John James notices Cronos start to get up in the far corner, so he moves over as quickly as possible, hops up and sends a dropkick to Diamante’s ribs. As JJ gets to his feet, Cronos rolls towards the middle of the ring and tries to get to his feet, but John moves in, hops up off the mat and drops his leg on the back of Cronos’ neck, slamming him down face-first onto the mat.

Coming from the far end of the ring, Diego de Cardenas moves closer to John James and says something to him, pointing outside the ring, so John James nods and rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and looks underneath the apron. Meanwhile Diego tries to lift Cronos up off the mat, but Cronos wraps his arms around Diego’s abdomen and connects with an inverted atomic drop. Taking Diego by the wrist, Cronos uses an irish whip to send him into the corner. As Diamante charges in after his opponent, Diego tries to float-over, but Cronos catches him on his shoulder, flips him over onto his feet, then takes him down with a belly to back suplex.

Alan Ducard: Diego in a bad way here, and this is where Cronos gets real dangerous.

As Diego tries to sit up, Cronos connects with a kick to the chest, then a kick to the back. Before he can hit another kick, Diamante gets drilled in the back with a Singapore cane shot from John James. John reaches back to swing again, but suddenly Ron Bailey comes up from behind him and locks in a rear naked choke, falling backwards and taking JJ to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Ron’s got this locked in good in the middle of the ring, and I think John James might have to tap!

Alan Ducard: It looks like that might not get the chance to happen…

Cronos Diamante moves in and looks down on Ron and John James. As Bailey and Diamante lock eyes, Ron lets go of the hold.

Bryan Harris: What in the hell is Ron Bailey thinking?!

Ron moves out from underneath of John James and rolls to the side, then points down at the Entourage member and nods to Cronos. Diamante steps back, letting John James slowly work his way up off the mat, and then Cronos moves in and locks in the full nelson.

Jimmy Yates: He’s going for the Ne-Han!!

Cronos drops John James to his knees, then puts him completely on the mat and arches back with the submission, and John James tries to fight the pain. His face quickly starts turning bluish, and then his eyes close. Klinton Porter moves in, checks on John James, and quickly calls for the bell.

Alan Ducard: A nice show of respect there by Ron Bailey, who, for all intents and purposes let Cronos Diamante have that victory, allowing him to get a little bit more revenge on John James in this match.

Jimmy Yates: I suppose the match could’ve continued and Ron Bailey and Cronos could’ve gone at it, but I think Ron did the right thing by letting Cronos finish off John James. The question in my mind is this: Had John James not passed out, what would it have taken to make Cronos Diamante let go of that hold? This was a No Limits style match, so a rope break wasn’t going to do it.

Bryan Harris: It’s clear to everyone that Cronos has been off his rocker lately, so I’m almost surprised that he let go of the Ne-Han even after the bell had rung!

BEEP

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The sound of a heart monitor is heard over through the public address system, and soon after the beeping begins a black and white video feed begins on the LEGACY Vision tron and the viewers are immediately taken inside a hospital room, where a patient (Stephen Rawlings) is lying motionless and unresponsive in a hospital bed while two friends dressed in suits with hats in hand (JJ and Shadow) stand despondently at his bedside with a tearful Elena Pisk dressed in skirt and hat befitting the “old soap opera” scene looking desperately towards the door for the arrival of the doctor.

Suddenly, the door to the room bursts open and we see Matthew Dawson (HOTN)dressed in a doctor’s coat, complete with clipboard and stethoscope. He approaches the bed as the weeping Elena runs to him, burying her head in his chest.

Elena: Doctor, doctor, please tell me what is wrong with him? He’s been like this for days, every since watching LEGACY-X.

Dawson looks gravely and then locks eyes with Elena.

HOTN: My dear, this one of the more pronounced and advanced cases of Charisma Cancer I’ve seen.

*cue cheesy dramatic music*

DUM

DUM

DUM

HOTN: It attacks aggressively, taking over a body – a roster member, a fan, and if left untreated, they will become unresponsive and never again have any entertainment discernment. This man here has worked against Devastation for years, and when he say him win the ToV title at LEGACY-X, he must have slipped into this coma of boredom – symptomatic of advanced Charisma Cancer.

Elena Pisk: Doctor, surely this is something you can do for him – something you can do to bring him back!

Dawson turns to the camera with a pensive look.

HOTN: There is a new treatment, still experimental, but it appears very promising. There are risks though I must tell you – the sheer awesomeness of the treatment might be more than his deprived system could handle. He could end up as brain damaged as Justin Moreno’s child.

Elena bites her lip thinking and finally she stares up into Dawson’s eyes, his jaw set firm and resolute as a leading man.

Elena: Do it doctor – no one should have to live in this coma of boredom.

HOTN: Then let’s do this!

Dawson approaches the cabinet over the sink in the room and returns with a syringe filled with golden liquid, and approaches the patient IV. He then stops and looks around the room as the dramatic organ music in the background builds with his cautious approach to the IV when … HE INJECTS THE LIQUID. There’s a moment of silence as the organ music stops and suddenly, the patient (Rawlings) sits up in the bed and comes flying out of it with a huge smile.

Elena: IT’S A MIRACLE … IT’S A MIRACLE!

John James: Doctor what on earth did you do to save him?

Rawlings: Yes doctor what was it that you gave me – I feel TECHNICALLY PERFECT now.

HOTN: Well, I just gave you what you and the millions of LEGACY fans need … a giant dose of THE ENTOURAGE!

Elena: How could the fans ever thank you?

HOTN: They can start by showing The Entourage – all of us - the respect we deserve, and they can bow down to the new Tao of Valor Champion, because what happens tonight won’t be a miracle – it’s the inevitable.

With that the camera fades out to static and then back to the studio position.

Alan Ducard: Such massive disrespect for the ToV champion and the fans here by The Entourage, is almost is enough to make you ill.

Bryan Harris: Sounds like you need some Entourage – Alan I think you and Jimbo have been suffering from Charisma cancer for years.

Jimmy Yates: Would you stop Bryan – The Entourage is out of line – bow down to the new ToV Champion? Dawson hasn’t even stepped into the ring yet. Show them respect? They haven’t shown ANYONE respect since they arrived in LEGACY. I expect that in tonight’s main event, this Denver crowd is going to show them EXACTLY what they think of them.

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

The jumbotron goes dark for a moment, and then an image fades in and we see the blurry image of a platinum blonde haired man kissing a golden championship belt before handing it to a referee. The footage on the jumbotron switches to that of a strikingly beautiful female of unknown identity, who walks up to the camera and kisses it on the lens. As she walks away, we see a tattoo on the back of her neck.

~MARION~

Suddenly “My Michelle” by Gunz N Roses blares throughout the arena, and then HE steps out. His blonde hair, now shoulder length, is soaking wet. Because of that, HE drains out the excess water onto the steel ramp-way. With him, holding his hand is his head cheerleader, that loveable younger cousin.

Stalking to the ring, with a purpose, as serious as a heart-attack, the former and only two-time LEGACY World champion makes his shocking return. The crowd, as least those who remember his villainy, gasp. Giving a sexual overtone message with his tongue, to the female ring announcer in the ring, he watches as she scurries away. Adjusting his yellow bow-tie, HE smirks. Tapping Nicole Rhodes on the butt, she enthusiastically fetches him the mic. She holds the ropes open, HE enters. Looking out into the crowd, his declaration of war on LEGACY begins.

MARCUS MARION: For the record, I hate you too. It’ll never be peaches and cream between us. You sheep have been naughty this last year-and-a-half without a tyrant to rule you. When a benevolent guest of honor returns back to the very place he berthed and put on the map, you act like a bunch of college kids that can’t handle their liquor. I’m very disappointed in you cretins in the stands.

Marion points to indiscriminate wrestling fans in the audience. After that, he shakes his head in disgust; then scales a turnbuckle.

MARCUS MARION: But, however, the lion’s share of the burden doesn’t just rest on your anything but ample shoulders. I don’t exactly have a crush on management these days either, to tell you the truth. After this company used me to become what it is today. Instantly, LEGACY tried its best to FORGET me. My good name was mishandled and used as a cautionary tale to young pups in the business. It was used as a talking point about how money, gold and fame can’t buy happiness. That even the most talented headliners, if not careful, can vanish in the blink of an eye.

As the camera moves around the arena, the “DIE MARION!” chants begin to gain momentum. Angrily pointing an accusing finger at the crowd, HE continues.

MARCUS MARION: Close your mouths! I’m only going to say this ONCE. LEGACY, where were you when Moreno jumped all over me like a common street thug? Where were you when I was lying in that hospital bed, chewing my cud like an antelope, not sure if I would EVER walk again? Where were you when I got better, placed the call to come back and, despite medical records to sew up my return, you said, and I quote, “Marion, take your time.” Better yet, where were you when I DIDN’T call my attorney, Ira Schwartz, to find out new and interesting ways to bleed this company dry? After all, I didn’t receive every dime owed to me on my contract, incentives and all.

His eyes begin to narrow, his face tightening.

MARCUS MARION: Certainly, you’ve never had to auction off your home for a third of its original value. Not to pay off nagging medical bills, you wouldn’t know how that feels. And yes, I am quite certain you never got so desperate for cash as to dial up old marketing buddies, seeing how you could get involved in the latest pyramid scheme.

The corner of his mouth curls slightly.

MARCUS MARION: I’ve been in and out of court. There’s a sixteen year old in Cleveland, to this day, waiting on me to cut her a check. Our son, has my eyes, so she says. There are some “dark” people here that preach about hell, but they are doing it on a monitor, in the comfort of their water hole. Believe you me, I’ve been there. And, if I may be so bold, Nikki did a little fixing up the place, while I was on my way out.

His voice becomes more ticked off, word after word. Nicole, with a new small nose piercing, eyes the crowd, basking in their hatred.

MARCUS MARION: Never again will this company, or you, the fans, get a moments rest…because none was ever given to me.

Side to side, his chin moves on parallel, taunting the fans and reaffirming his previous statement.

MARCUS MARION: THIS time you’ll stay out late, work those corners, and bring me back everything owed to me. Regardless of what title has been strapped around your flavor of the month champion, and I use the term with extreme lax, it was like putting a SQUARE, where only a MARION could fit.

Closing out with these remarks, he says them with conviction….and the crowd continues their “DIE MARION DIE!” chant

MARCUS MARION: I haven’t come to save you. I haven’t come to play games with you. I’ve come back to LEGACY to say that I know I’m immature. Being a black sheep has stunted my growth, and maybe twenty-six is the new thirteen... You fans, any time I come out to this ring, feel invited to get down on your knees, pucker up, and kiss my….

Nicole slides into position…and does something unthinkable. On that, she lowers Marion’s wrestling trunks, as he gives the crowd a full moon. The boo-fest kicks up. Some faces in the audience turn away in disbelief.

MARCUS MARION: Get the picture?

After this incorrigible act, Marion instantly drops the mic, stalking out of the ring….as he utterly consumes the hatred aimed his way.

Jimmy Yates: Just because you seem to pick the wrong guys doesn’t mean the wrong people won. How much money did you lose so far tonight?

Bryan Harris: I don’t want to talk about it.

Alan Ducard: Let’s not get into that. I will say, though, that what we just saw was a good win by Herb Moxley, who continues to impress in his return to LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: He looked good in his win at LEGACY X in the Showcase match, and he performed well when he tagged up with his friend Loco Martinez back at STRIFE 44.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, the kid’s on a roll, but how long can that keep up?

Alan Ducard: I guess we’ll see.

Gryffin Anselm: Somehow, at LEGACY X, the stars aligned perfectly for all you kiddies out there who love to watch your pathetic little “heroes” win their matches… and we’re betting that it’s not going to happen like that again any time soon. Because we know that your fragile little psyche’s couldn’t handle it if the next pay per view were to go in completely the opposite direction, we’ve come up with something that does you all a favor, and it sets things straight with the universe.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t like the sound of this…

Gryffin Anselm: SuperCard STRIFE 46. What we’re proposing is a little four-on-four action, and because we’re not going to be satisfied if just ONE of us gets revenge… we want the match to be ELIMINATION style. Greyson Blade, since you’re obviously the mouthpiece for The Superfriends, how about you come out with a microphone in hand, bring Trent Logan, his boys…

Gryffin looks over at John Thomas, and then looks up the ramp again as he continues.

Gryffin Anselm: And bring Crazy Boy out here too. You all are probably all sharing a locker room tonight in these crappy facilities here in Colorado… so it shouldn’t take too long to rally up the troops.

At that moment, the lights flicker as "Down and Out" By Tantric booms on the sound system as the crowd cheers, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith coming out, with Greyson Blade and Domination close behind. They stop at the top of the entry ramp and stop, looking at each other, The Crazy One having a microphone in his hand. The crowd erupts into cheers as Tyrone starts to speak.

Crazy Boy: Oh lookie here, boys. The loser squad wants revenge? You all just can't accept the fact that us 4 right here beat you 4 at Legacy X. You just cannot accept the fact that we were the better guys at the Pay Per View. But that's okay. Live in your fantasy world, where you 4 just magically come together and suddenly you are better wrestlers? It doesn't matter what kind of match you want or what you WANT to happen, because the outcome is going to be the same... us 4 beating the living crap out of you 4.

The crowd cheers as Tyrone paces back and forth as he smiles and stops, continuing to speak.

Crazy Boy: As for your little challenge.... I think I can speak for everyone when I say WE ACCEPT. It will be an honor to show you guys at the SuperCard that we are not to be ignored, and the results are going to be the same.

The crowd cheers as he hands the microphone to Greyson Blade, his mentor and best friend in Legacy.

John Thomas: Whoa, before we hear from The Grey-man, let me just set something straight. Crazy Boy, you’re supposed to be a rising star here in LEGACY, and sure, you might’ve found a way to trip me up in my first foray into No Limits action… but seriously? Seriously? Do you really think you’re better than me? Because I know you’re out of your mind, but no one around here actually thinks you can actually hang with me on my best day, which clearly CLEARLY wasn’t November 23rd.

Before John can continue, Greyson Blade speaks up, much to the delight of the crowd.

The Outlaw: Excuses. Delusions and excuses is all we’ve heard from all of you since you walked to that ring, and I for one am sick of it. Hell, I’m sick of you period. You’ve all been running on borrowed time, and that fact never became more evident when you all LOST at LEGACY-X. It’s not one big cosmic joke. It’s not a fluke. It’s a fact that at LEGACY-X, your asses got beat, and when the dust settled and the smoke cleared, you were found wanting. We proved to the entire world that The Diabolik’s day in LEGACY is over, and frankly John, since you’ve turned into such a chicken s***, your time is looking pretty slim too pal.

The fans start a “Blade” chant as Blade takes a step towards the ring, Domination and CB in tow.

The Outlaw: Now, in spite of what happened at LEGACY-X, there isn’t one of us who is going to back down from a challenge, and talking with Trent on the way out here, CB did speak for all of us, we are accepting your challenge for the Super Card. However, seeing as how all four of you are in that ring, and all four of us are out here – why wait? Why make us sit through more whining and crying? Let’s do this RIGHT NOW!

With that The Outlaw, CB, and Domination all head towards the ring with a purpose as the fans go crazy at the prospect of the coming match.

Just as the four fighter and Trent reach the ring, Smith Cartwright appears at the top of the ramp way.

Smith Cartwright: Gentlemen, stop right there.

The action halts as everyone turns to look at Smith who is unfortunately receiving some boos from the crowd for stopping the impending violence.

Smith Cartwright: Gentlemen, after what transpired at the pre-show for LEGACY-X, and the actions of Loco Martinez and X-Calibur at that event, the front office is not going to just allow those kind of extracurricular activities go on week after week, especially not with the usual suspects being involved. So, if suggest if you like your full paychecks and working every show, you put the thoughts of ripping each other apart tonight out of your heads right now.

You can tell that the fighters aren’t happy with the decision, but they back down in the face of the ruling.

Smith Cartwright: Now, that ban on violence simply goes for tonight, because you will get the chance to tear each other apart on our next show, the impending LEGACY Super Card, as the challenge made and accepted here tonight has been approved. It will be The Diabolik w/John Thomas taking on The Outlaw Greyson Blade, Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith, and Domination in a four-on-four elimination tag match!

The formerly booing crowd now cheers the announcement, and Smith looks pleased, and the wrestlers too look to be taking solace in that decision.

Smith Cartwright: I suggest the eight of you now take every moment from here on out to get ready for that match, because from the looks of it, this is going to be one heck of a fight!

With that Smith turns and heads to the back, with the fans cheering and the fighters jawing with each other and staring each other down.

Alan Ducard: Well that's certainly going to be an incredible match, and I don't believe we've ever had an eight-man elimination tag match in LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: Not that I can remember, and this one looks to have quite a bit of firepower involved, and you can bet that The Diabolik and John Thomas aren't going to accept anything other than a complete reverse of what happened at LEGACY X.

Jimmy Yates: We'll see if they're up to the task at the SuperCard.

Jimmy Yates: Fallen Angel showed up at LEGACY X pre-show and interfered in the Showcase match, and as punishment for that, the front office has booked him in this regular match despite the fact that he’s obviously more in-tune with the No Limits division.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, they wanted the guy to come to the office, sign up to be on the roster, and then compete in that Showcase thing like everybody else, but come on, we’ve all see Fallen Angel’s body of work, we know how he operates, so why are you going to hold a guy like that to the same standards as everyone else? There was no need for him to compete in that match, and if he wanted to come to the ring and make his debut by cracking some heads open and then walking away, that’s fine by me!

Alan Ducard: Well he’ll have to contend with two smaller, more agile opponents in this match, and he’ll have to rely on his toughness and strength advantage if he hopes to come away the victor.

Jimmy Yates: This isn’t booked as a handicap match, so Joey Shepard and CBP shouldn’t rely on the idea that they can work together to beat this monster, because only one person can walk out with their hand raised.

Bryan Harris: Well we saw plenty of teamwork earlier tonight in that four-way thing, so don’t be surprised if Shepard and CBP try to put the big man down to spoil his debut.

Alan Ducard: To find out what happened, let’s presently get to the footage.

Bryan Harris: This is what I like to see…forget this three men battling it out crap, I want to see one sucker get beat up!

Alan Ducard: Poor Joey Shepard is 179 pounds...Fallen Angel is 280! He outweighs him by 100 pounds, plus he has Penze helping him!

Jimmy Yates: That’s the problem with these Triple Threat matches sometimes, you don’t see all three men fighting each other, it often degenerates into a 2 on 1… though this isn’t quite the pairing I thought would come together.

Fallen Angel still has Joey Shepard’s arms secured behind his back, and Charles Bryant Penze continues to slug away at the midriff of the member of HgH. Finally, Charles Bryant Penze grabs one of Joey Shepard’s arms, and Fallen Angel secures the other. In unison, both men throw Joey Shepard across the ring, into the ropes.

Charles Bryant Penze and Fallen Angel link arms, to attempt the double clothesline on Joey Shepard as he rebounds. Joey Shepard comes across, but ducks the double clothesline attempt, rebounds off the ropes again, and nails the shocked Charles Bryant Penze and Fallen Angel with a FLYING double flying forearm shot!

The fans cheer at Joey Shepard’s comeback against the odds. As the fans cheer him on, Joey Shepard executes a standing senton bomb on Charles Bryant Penze, who folds up from the impact! Joey Shepard gets up, and drops Fallen Angel to the mat with a super fast flying spinning heel kick, just as Fallen Angel was starting to get up from the forearm shot.

Bryan Harris: This crazy stoner is going nuts!

Alan Ducard: Well, so far this match has been pretty much dictated by Fallen Angel.

Jimmy Yates: How could it not be? He’s so much bigger than the other two guys! Penze is wisely staying out of his way…

Charles Bryant Penze is lying on the mat clutching his midsection from the senton splash, and Fallen Angel starts to get back up from the kick. Joey Shepard scrambles to the apron, and climbs to the top rope, as the fans buzz in anticipation. As Fallen Angel stands up, Joey Shepard flies off the top rope, and flattens him with a missile drop kick!

Joey Shepard goes for a cover…One… NO! Fallen Angel kicks out with authority.

Joey Shepard gets up, however him back is turned to Charles Bryant Penze. As Joey Shepard is getting up, Charles Bryant Penze nails him right in the kidneys with a brutal punch. Joey Shepard doubles over. Charles Bryant Penze scoots around, and hooks up Joey Shepard. Charles Bryant Penze executes a textbook back suplex and drops onto Joey Shepard for a cover…

One…NO!

Fallen Angel gets up and boots Charles Bryant Penze in the head to break the count! Charles Bryant Penze is angry. Charles Bryant Penze gets off Joey Shepard, holding the side of his head where Fallen Angel kicked him. Charles Bryant Penze angrily shoves Fallen Angel with both hands, and appears to be cursing. Fallen Angel stumbles backwards, and then looks at Charles Bryant Penze, enraged. Fallen Angel shoves back.

The fans start to cheer. Fallen Angel and Charles Bryant Penze stand toe to toe, eye to eye for a moment. Fallen Angel fires a right cross at Charles Bryant Penze, which connects solidly. Charles Bryant Penze’s head snaps back upon the impact, however he stands his ground. Charles Bryant Penze looks back at Fallen Angel, and then suddenly fires a left hook, which connects as well, staggering Fallen Angel. Fallen Angel responds with another cross. Charles Bryant Penze replies with a hook. Fallen Angel retaliates. So does Charles Bryant Penze. Both men start to fire lightening quick, but bone crunching punches at each other, back and forth, give and take. The fans come to their feet as Fallen Angel and Charles Bryant Penze pound and pummel each other.

Alan Ducard: This is a perfect chance for Joey Shepard to get some rest, as him opponents turn on each other!

Jimmy Yates: Well, he could use it, he’s still banged up from that beating he took to start the match.

Bryan Harris: He can’t feel the pain…he’s a pothead.

Fallen Angel and Charles Bryant Penze continue to pound away at each other. Joey Shepard starts to rise to him feet, as the ref finally interjects, and starts warning both men that if they do not stop using closed fists, they will be disqualified. For a moment, Joey Shepard stares blearily at him two opponents, who are brutalizing each other. Finally, Joey Shepard climbs to the outside again, and jumps to the top rope. As flashbulbs pop, Joey Shepard vaults herself at BOTH Fallen Angel and Charles Bryant Penze, and he catches them totally off-guard with a DOUBLE high cross body!

All three competitors come crashing to the mat in one big heap!

Bryan Harris: Look at THIS! Joey Shepard trying to pin BOTH men at ONCE!

Alan Ducard: Cute, but that got him nowhere! They threw him off, before the ref could even get down for a ONE count!

Jimmy Yates: I hate to say this, but I don’t see how Shepard and Penze are going to beat Fallen Angel unless they work together, not against each other.

Fallen Angel and Charles Bryant Penze are both a bit disoriented but for a moment they get to their feet, and seem to forget their differences. Fallen Angel drops Joey Shepard to the mat with a huge shouldertackle.

Fallen Angel and Charles Bryant Penze start to stomp away on the fallen Joey Shepard, in unison. Joey Shepard covers his head, but both men viciously and brutally stomp away at Joey Shepard as he lies prone on the mat.

To escape the joint stomping, Joey Shepard weakly rolls onto the apron. Charles Bryant Penze starts to go after him, turning his back on Fallen Angel! Fallen Angel takes advantage. Fallen Angel sneaks up behind Charles Bryant Penze, and locks him up, and then fires him back violently with a German Suplex!

Alan Ducard: That folded Charles Bryant Penze up badly! What impact!

Bryan Harris: Man everybody knows that you don’t turn your back on your opponents in a Triple Threat Match...you just don’t do it!

Jimmy Yates: I bet Penze won’t forget that lesson any time soon.

Fallen Angel circles around the stunned Charles Bryant Penze, who is still on his back. Fallen Angel jumps into the air, and then comes down, dropping a HUGE knee across the chest of Charles Bryant Penze.

Bryan Harris: Cover by Fallen Angel!

Alan Ducard: One! Two! Wait! Joey Shepard just grabbed Fallen Angel’s leg to break the count! He knows that this match is NOT a Three Way Dance meaning that it is not an elimination match...it’s ONE FALL wins it ALL, and he wants that win!

Jimmy Yates: He might want it, but he’s going to have to do something pretty spectacular to get it!

Joey Shepard pulls the surprised Fallen Angel to his feet, and nimbly ducks his angry punch attempt. Joey Shepard grabs Fallen Angel by the wrist, and Irish Whips him, right into the brutal clothesline of Charles Bryant Penze! Fallen Angel collapses to the mat!

Just as Charles Bryant Penze is starting to get up. Joey Shepard grabs Charles Bryant Penze, and attempts a knee lift, but Charles Bryant Penze pulls away, and deftly drops Joey Shepard with a single leg trip! Charles Bryant Penze takes advantage, and stomps on Joey Shepard a couple of times.

On the other side of the ring, Fallen Angel starts to stir. He pulls himself to his knees, and leans on the ropes…still feeling the effects of the double team from Charles Bryant Penze and Joey Shepard. Fallen Angel stumbles up behind Charles Bryant Penze, and suddenly, NAILS him right in the back of the head with a closed fist.

Bryan Harris: OW! That will ring your bell for you.

Alan Ducard: You were right, Bryan…this match is every man for himself.

Charles Bryant Penze lays on the mat face first, holding the back of his head where Fallen Angel punched him. Joey Shepard lays on him back next to him, still in pain. Fallen Angel looks at both his opponents for a split second, and then drops over Joey Shepard for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Fallen Angel was about to get the pin, but Charles Bryant Penze reached over at the LAST second and broke it up with a double axe handle across the back of Fallen Angel!

All three competitors now lay on the mat, soaked with sweat and exhausted. Fallen Angel is still shaken up from being driven into the mat by the Irish Whip Clothesline, and jarred with the double axe handle, Charles Bryant Penze is still reeling from the punch to the head, and Joey Shepard is in great pain from the beating he took to start the match.

The referee stands over all three competitors, and starts to administer the standing 10 count, as the fans count along…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

All three start to stir.

SIX!

Incredibly, all three men roll to different sides of the ring, and start to use the ropes to pull themselves up!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Before the ref can count TEN…all three have reached their feet!

Fallen Angel seems the most alert of the three. Fallen Angel staggers over towards Charles Bryant Penze, and starts to lay some brutal knife-edge chops across his chest. Joey Shepard is still leaning on the ropes.

Fallen Angel gets the upper hand, and Irish Whips Charles Bryant Penze into the ropes. Charles Bryant Penze comes off the ropes, ducks, and boots Fallen Angel in the gut! Fallen Angel keels over, and Charles Bryant Penze hooks him up…

DDT!

Charles Bryant Penze covers Fallen Angel...

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Joey Shepard flies across the ring, and at the last second, nails Charles Bryant Penze upside the head with a precision low dropkick! The impact from the running kick from across the ring is so great, that Charles Bryant Penze spins right out of the ring!

As the fans cheer, Joey Shepard scrambles outside to the apron, climbs to the top rope, and leaps off...
FLYING HEADBUTT and it nails Fallen Angel dead on!

Joey Shepard covers Fallen Angel and hooks the leg...

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Fallen Angel literally presses Joey Shepard off him and the member of HgH goes flying into the air before landing face first on the mat! Fallen Angel stands up, and starts stomping away at Joey Shepard. Suddenly, the fans start to make a commotion.

Alan Ducard: Uh oh…here comes trouble! BIG trouble!

Jimmy Yates: Oh no! Mostafa Bashir! It’s Mostafa Bashir! What is he doing coming out here?

Bryan Harris: Relax, Yates. I’m sure he has a perfectly good explanation. Who are you to question Mostafa Bashir?

The camera turns and shows Mostafa Bashir calmly walking down the aisle. Upon reaching the ring, he climbs onto the apron, and ducks into the ring under the top rope. Fallen Angel is busy stomping away on Joey Shepard, and he does not see Bashir coming… he has his back turned and most likely assumes the reaction from the crowd is meant for him.

With his face expressionless, Bashir suddenly clobbers Fallen Angel from behind with a brutal clothesline! Fallen Angel staggers, but does not go down! Bashir spins him around and starts pounding on Fallen Angel with rights and lefts, knocking him backwards over the top rope. Remarkably, Angel lands on his feet!

The referee shakes his head and motions for the bell!

The bell rings loudly three times, and outside the ring, Josephina makes the announcement…

Bryan Harris: All right! Here we go! 6’6 and 280 pounds Fallen Angel vs. 6’5 350 pound Bashir! Battle of the giants…here we go!

Alan Ducard: I don’t think so…not tonight! Here comes security…and the rest of the referees!

Jimmy Yates: Here comes everybody, they want to put a stop to this before things get out of control obviously!

As the timekeeper rings the bell repeatedly, Carter Franklin, Preston Thompkins, Klinton Porter, Leonard Nolan, Travis Rollins, Don Bower, Ross Quattro and Jacob Fudrucker all charge down the aisle to the ringside area. Half the men jump into the ring to surround Bashir, and the other half grab Fallen Angel to prevent him from getting back into the ring.

The shot zooms in on Bashir and Angel being held apart, both men staring at each other instensely…

Bryan Harris: What a bunch of party poopers.

Alan Ducard: Why did Bashir interfere in this match? What is he up to?

Jimmy Yates: That’s an excellent question, one I’d love to know the answer to! Fallen Angel seemed like he was on his way to winning this match…why did Mostafa Bashir stop him?

Shadow: What do you want?

Shadow seems to tower over Avery and he leans down into Avery's face, glaring.

The Highlight of the Night (HOTN): Yo, Shadow, is that Avery?

Shadow: Yeah, it's that little runt.

HOTN: Easy big guy, that "little runt" is scheduled to be here.

Shadow continues to glare at Avery as he steps aside and grants Avery entrance to the locker room in all of its glory with every convenience, every desire they could possibly want from the fully stocked bar, to the giant plasma screen, down to the leather furniture. Avery's eyes grow wide at The Entourage's decadence, trying to take in as much of the scene as he can as he approaches the sittingarea where the couches are shaped like a "U" with Matthew Dawson and Elena Pisk on his left, Dawson's arm around the later, John James (JJ) on the right, and in the back corner of the locker room, doing sit ups is none other than a shirtless Stephen Rawlings.

JJ: Take it all in kid, because this is as close to greatness as you are ever going to get – watching it, not being it.

Elena: Awww, come on John, he's almost cute with that bewildered look on his face – almost, but Allison Moreno would probably do him for a line or two.

HOTN: The Moreno's – HA!

Old news, just like HgH.

The fans counted us out.

The "wannabes" said we couldn't do it.

They were all WRONG, and LEGACY-X weekend was a brilliant success – an absolute triumph for The Entourage.

John James and I DEFEATED HgH.

Derek Shane DEFEATED Justin Moreno and-

Intern Avery: Yeah! Derek Shane! Where is he tonight?

Stephen looks up and frowns at the fact that the best accomplishment of the night, his, had just been interupted. Dawson meanwhile clenches a fist, looks at Avery, and if looks could kill, Avery may very well have been instantly vaporized.

HOTN: Don't you EVER, and I mean EVER interrupt me again, because I will not hesitate to put you in your place kid. You treat me, and you treat The Entourage, The Elite with respect.

Derek Shane? I have no idea where D-Shane is tonight. He hasn't been answering his cell, but if he doesn't hurry up and get his ass here, he's going to miss one hell of a celebration.

Intern Avery: Celebration?

The Entourage all look at Avery like he's brain damaged.

HOTN: Now we know why you're still an intern kid – of course a celebration.

First, we are going to celebrate the ascension of a new Tao of Valor Champion, as yours truly, The Highlight of the Night, makes history right here as I usher in a new, golden era of The Entourage in LEGACY. I'm going to take that title from the Baron of Boring, The Black Hole of Charisma, The Defacto Hero, The *rolling eyes* Best Technical Wrestler today –

Stephen Rawlings perks his head up by that.

Stephen Rawlings: Wow... I beat him twice and he's still using that?

He shakes his head with disapproval.

Stephen Rawlings: When are these people going to learn.

HOTN stares at Rawlings annoyed he interupted. Stephen Rawlings stares back

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah? What?

HOTN turns back to Avery now annoyed with Rawlings and Devastation.

HOTN: JUST in case the the fans are still awake by the time I hit the ring for the Main Event where I belong, I'll have some specialhelp for you tonight here in Denver to keep you conscious, even in the face of a Devastation match. I promise this entire world that once I'm champion, I'm going to bring some excitement back to this division that's been lacking ever since … well, since our newest member held that belt, and that newest member is the second reason we're celebrating tonight.

Dawson, Elena, and JJ turn back towards Rawlings, who is now standing up and putting on a shirt.

Stephen Rawlings: You're here to interview me, yes?

Intern Avery: Yeah I...

Stephen Rawlings: Alright then... Ask away.

He sits in a chair and puts his feet up on the back of the leather couch. He opens a bottle of water and chugs half of it in one gulp.

Intern Avery: Well, I was wondering if you could talk more about joining Entourage. Motives, thoughts, you know, general stuff.

Stephen Rawlings: Theres not really anything to say about that. Motives? He looks at the other members of The Entourage.

Stephen Rawlings: I joined The Entourage for the reasons I stated at Legacy X... No more... No less. Got that?

Intern Avery: Ok, I guess... Are you concerned at all about Cronos Diamante getting retribution for what you did to him?

Stephen Rawlings: What are you talking about? What I did to him? Retribution for beating him? He that sore of a loser?

Intern Avery: We both know that the way you beat him was as far from a clean victory as you can get.

Stephen Rawlings: Whatever. Let Cronos whine and complain... let him pretend to be crazy and air his mommy issues all over tv and the internet. I don't give a s***. There only one thing I care about...

Intern Avery: What's that?

Stephen Rawlings: Finding a way to get another shot at the World Title and snatch it away from X-Calibur...just like the asshole deserves!

Intern Avery: How do you plan to do that?

Stephen Rawlings smirks.

Stephen Rawlings: I have a plan... And you will see it all unfold....

Suddenly HOTN touches Avery on the shoulder.

HOTN: Alright... We got some stuff to do... You gotta go!

Intern Avery: But we just-

Stephen Rawlings: Avery.... Wanna know my plan?

He leans in close to Avery.

Stephen Rawlings: Just watch and see!

He smirks an evil smirk that sends chills down Avery’s back.

Intern Avery: Right well... it's been... Well... I can't say a pleasure...

Dawson motions for Shadow.

HOTN: Shadow, show this loser the door – seriously, he’s totally ungrateful to be in our presence, throw him out of here.

Shadow stalks to Avery who is already beating a hasty retreat for the exit. He nods his head and quickly exits. Stephen stares at HOTN and then walks over to him.

Stephen Rawlings: Now... For you... Don't ever... And I mean EVER interrupt one of my interviews again! Got it?

Rawlings walks away leaving Dawson, Elena, and Shadow there alone.

HOTN: Shadow, JJ, it’s like you said this week, we trust The Director, but if Rawlings is going to run his mouth like that to me and still be a focused part of this team? That plan of his better come through and it better come through quickly.

Elsewhere backstage, we find Hannah Perez walking around, wearing a low-cut sleeveless pin-stripe vest and a matching skirt. She approaches Preston Thompkins, who looks pleased to see her.

Preston Thompkins: Well, now, Miss Hannah, haven't spoken to you in a while. Not since that Ring Announcer search thing. What brings you by?

Hannah Perez: I thought you might be able to help me with something. You have a list of all the locker room assignments, correct?

Preston nods.

Preston Thompkins: I do. Don't tell me they mixed up your information and told you the wrong place to go...

Hannah Perez: No, nothing like that. It's just... Now that I'm no longer attached to Diego, I figured my services might be helpful elsewhere... and there are a few cute guys on the roster who I thought might be a good fit.

A smile starts to form on Hannah's face, and suddenly Kevin Oppenheimer appears, completely ignoring Hannah Perez.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Preston, you know where Katsuro went? I haven't been able to track him down this entire time.

Preston Thompkins: Yeah, he left shortly after that thing between you and Hay'shi.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Sh*te. Thanks for the info.

Patting Preston on the shoulder, Kevin walks off, and Hannah watches him for a moment, an interested look on her face. Instead of staying to talk to Preston, Hannah walks off, following Oppenheimer, leaving Preston to just shake his head, letting out a small chuckle.

Preston Thompkins: These ladies gettin' more and more aggressive. Where were they back in my day?

Alan Ducard: Nice win there for Conrad Kirk, and it’s his agility that helped him overcome the massive Lucien Gray.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, he might’ve gotten the win, but at what cost?! Lucien Gray looks livid, and he’s the kind of guy who I wouldn’t want to make angry!

Jimmy Yates: Well with both of their respective teams trying to move up the ladder in the tag team division, I wouldn’t be surprised if the two teams met in the ring sooner than later!

Ethan Leers emerges from the back, an irritated look on his face. He is wearing jean shorts and a Hatebreed jersey. He throws his hands in the air and points to the cult, who cheer even louder, and then immediately flips off every other LEGACY fan. Ethan then stomps his way to the ring, seemingly pissed off. He walks around the ring to Josephina Colberts position, grabbing a microphone she has in her hand, despite there being another mic sitting on the table next to her, and yanks it HARD out of her hand, causing Josephina to nearly fall out of her chair. Josephina stands up quickly and begins to yell at Ethan.

Ethan drops his scowl for a moment and grins, slyly, before trying to plant a big kiss on Josephina. Josephina backs away and slaps the taste out of Ethan’s mouth, but Ethan still smiles. He takes a step back, holds the microphone down around his crotch, and begins to treat it like it’s a penis, making a ‘jerking off’ gesture with it while saying “Oh yeah” and staring at Josephina. Josephina looks insulted, and most of the LEGACY crowd boos, except for the cult, who cheer and laugh vehemently, though now there cheers are mostly drowned out by the boos.

Ethan simply flips off Josephina and enters the ring via sliding under the bottom rope. Ethan enters the ring, never losing that sly smile, and holds his arms out, motioning with his hands for noise, which is, of course, more boos, with the smattering of cheers from the cult.

Ethan Leers: Soooo, I don’t normally come out to this f***ing ring unless I’m in a f***ing match, yeah?

The crowd hasn’t really stopped booing, and thus, the cult hasn’t stopped cheering.

Ethan Leers: I mean, truth be f***ing told, I just REALLY don’t like you a**holes.

BOOO!!!

YAY!!!!

Ethan Leers: Don’t get me wrong, it’s not JUST because you’re idiotic, ugly, useless pieces of sh**. That’s not the ONLY f***ing reason.

BOOO!!!

YAY!!!!

Ethan Leers: BOOOO!!! BOOOO!!!!! F***ING BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

At this point, you can’t even hear the cult.

Ethan Leers: But, the other reason I hate you f***ers, is because you can watch sh** like the LEGACY X Preshow, and you can watch LEGACY X, and you can be f***ing entertained?

Bullsh**. Bull f***ing sh**.

The ONLY decent thing about LEGACY X was, well….I guess it was me, now wasn’t it?

For a moment, you can hear the cult cheering, but then it is quickly drowned out.

Ethan Leers: Now, you may have missed it. Between Herbert Moxley being, you know, a f***ing fa**ot, and Fallen Angel pretending he f***ing matters, I kinda won that match by breaking a retards back with what is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, the most innovative and exciting move in ALL of LEGACY HISTORY!

Ethan actually holds his arms out again, basking in the boos. He then returns the mic to his lips and continues.

Ethan Leers: But, see, everyone was more interested in a gaya** fruit gimmick, or a guy with, arguably, the gayest, most generic f***ing monster name ever, and I’m talking about Fallen F***ing Angel, or even a f***ing one eyed, old retard to realize just how GRACED they all were to see ME, Ethan Leers, in the middle of a f***ing ri-

Leers is cut off in mid sentence by the a loud blast of music from the public address system. Specifically, the rough sounding guitar riff of “If You Want Blood…You Got It” by AC/DC. The fans come to their feet, and look up the aisle in expectation.

Sure enough, there in the spotlight, stands Diamond Del Carver. The grizzled veteran is wearing his usual biker boots and blue jeans, but he is also wearing a rust colored LEGACY T-Shirt with the sleeves cut off, exposing his heavily scarred and tattooed arms. Carver is shaking his head as he looks at Ethan Leers, and finally he starts to march toward the ring quickly, holding both his arms outward to slap hands with the fans as he does so.

Carver slides under the bottom rope and stands face to face with Ethan Leers, as his music dies down and the fans chant: “DDC! DDC! DDC!”

Ethan Leers: Wha-

Suddenly and unexpectedly, Diamond Del Carver snatches the microphone out of the hand of Ethan Leers. The fans roar in approval, as the old man starts to speak…

Diamond Del Carver: Do yourself a favor, boy. Shut your hole before it gets you in trouble.

Another roar of approval from the fans.

Diamond Del Carver: I didn’t come here for no trouble tonight. I came here to have a meeting with Mr. Cartwright, maybe sign a couple of autographs, catch up with a couple of the boys. So I’m sitting back there, and all I hear is you running your mouth. Bleeping this, and bleeping that, blah blah blah. Son, it’s a good thing I don’t got a bar of soap with me, or I’d ram it clear down your gullet to wash that filth away.

The fans cheer again, as Ethan Leers just stares at Diamond Del Carver as if he is amazed that the veteran had the nerve to come out and interrupt him. Carver continues to talk.

Diamond Del Carver: Time for a reality check, boy. How the hell do you think you got paid for working the LEGACY X Pre-Show? I’ll tell you how. People bought tickets to see your sorry ass. These people. These same people who you are now cussing out.

You can call me what you want…I been called worse by better men than you…and they done backed it up, too. But what you CAN’T do…what I will not ALLOW you to do, is talk trash to these here people who put the food on your table and put a roof over your head. So what I’m gonna do is this…I’m gonna give you a chance to apologize.

Leers’ eyes get really wide in disbelief.

Diamond Del Carver: That’s right. I’m gonna give you this here microphone back, and you’re going to say you’re sorry for what you just sad to all these people. You’re going to take it back, and then you’re going to get out of this ring, and shake as many hands as you can. You’re going to look every single one of these people in the eye, and you’re going to say you’re sorry.

And if you don’t? Then I’m gonna slap the stupid right out of you.

The fans come to their feet, cheering their hearts out. Diamond Del Carver hands the microphone back to Ethan Leers. Leers takes the mic, and looks as if he is about to say something…but then he drops it right at the fight of Del Carver, with a huge sneer on his face. Carver and Leers stand face to face, staring at each other.

Suddenly, Leers hauls off and SLAPS Diamond Del Carver across the face! The crowd gasps at the show of disrespect from Ethan Leers toward Diamond Del Carver.

Carver slowly turns his head and looks at Ethan Leers…and then clocks the younger man upside the head with a roundhouse! Leers staggers, but he stands up straight and charges at Diamond Del Carver! Carver is ready, and as Leers starts to throw punches, so does Carver!

Diamond Del Carver and Ethan Leers stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring, hammering each other in the face with punches back and forth! It looks like a hockey brawl, with both men standing their ground and pummeling each other without stepping backward.

Alan Ducard: It’s on now! Look at these two go!

Bryan Harris: Well I guess the rumors I heard about Del Carver are true! He CAN’T mind his own business! This old goat is famous for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong, and now Ethan Leers is going to knock it off for him!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know about that…Diamond Del seems to be holding his own!

As the fans continue to cheer themselves hoarse in approval, the two men continue to blast away at each other with hammer-like punches! The bell starts to ring over and over again, and soon enough a crowd of officials come charging out of the back! Carter Franklin, Preston Thompkins, Klinton Porter, Leonard Nolan, Travis Rollins, Don Bower, Ross Quattro and Jacob Fudrucker all charge down the aisle and into the ring.

The officials split up, half of them grabbing Carver and the other half grabbing Leers, pulling the men apart. The crowd starts to boo, and a “Let Them Fight” chant starts to go up. The officials are having a hard time keeping Del Carver and Ethan Leers apart, but they have superior numbers and they manage to haul both men up the aisle toward the locker room, as the crowd voices their emotions at the pull apart brawl they have just witnessed.

Laura: Where is HE!? His match is just around the corner--he has to be around somewhere. CHRIIIISSSS!!

She takes a few more steps and comes across a door marked BACKUP HEAT – QUALIFIED STAFF ONLY. There's some noise coming from the other side of it, but we don't know what. Laura, for whatever reason, seems to think SHE knows--a thought noticeable in her expression as gets a frustrated look and lets out a sigh.

Laura: Oh.... no--

She opens the door and sure enough there we find Chris Turner.

Laura: What the heck are you doing here?

Chris is sitting in a dark corner surrounded by steam created by a row of Boilers.

He looks up afraid.

Chris Turner: Leave me alone! I'm hiding from you!

Laura seems shocked at hearing this.

Laura: But why?

Chris Turner: Why do you think?

He gets up and walks out of the room and leaves Laura in the steam.

Laura: Whoa, whoa, whoa....wait. (she rushes up to him) This because of what happened in Minneapolis?

Chris stops and stares are her.

Chris Turner: Yes!

He turns away and begins to walk down the hallway. Laura gives a deep breath and manages to move fast enough to cut him off and stands facing him, looking him directly in the eyes...even going so far as to place her right hand on the big monster's left arm.

Laura: Chris--this is something you're going to have to learn to live with. I don't know WHAT'S going through your head. (almost as an aside) I don't think anyone ever has and ever will--but that's not the point.

She refocuses.

Laura: Unlike some other aspects about me; the fact I love you again is out there. Everyone knows this now. You HAVE to get a grip on it. Don't run away like a baby every time you see me. Maybe it's hard for you to go through all this again with me--but this time I'm actually ready for something. I'm not going to horse around like years ago. Please, Chris. The sooner you learn to live with this; the better off we'll be.

Chris Turner: Well I... I mean you... I... LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!

He pushes her out of the way, and continues down the hallway. For whatever reason, Laura lets him keep going. She just stands and watches as she brings her left hand to her head and throws her hair over her shoulder with a smile that we can only imagine is of self-disgust.

Laura: This is going to take more work than I thought. WHY is he so hard to deal with??

Jimmy Yates: The Entourage have been relentless in their dealings thus far in LEGACY, especially with Justin Moreno, and from what I’ve been hearing, they want LEGACY gold, and they want it now, so tonight could be just the beginning of the dealings between The Entourage and the current ToV Champion.

Bryan Harris: The Entourage wants gold, and why shouldn’t they want it? They are the ELITE of this industry, and it goes without saying that if they are elite, they should have the accolades that go along with that position. I must say, Matthew Dawson already carries himself like a champion, so that gold belt would be fitting resting over his shoulder.

Alan Ducard: Bryan why do you have such “love” for The Entourage?

Jimmy Yates: I’ll bet he wants to become a member just like Stephen Rawlings – maybe you could carry their bags “Disco”.

Bryan Harris: I’d at least be working in the presence of greatness, which is more than I can say right now, let’s just get that footage rolling so I can revel in the crowning of a new champion.

Alan Ducard: I was expecting the type of fan reaction we were going to be experiencing here tonight, but this magnitude is just truly surprising to me.

Jimmy Yates: These fans have been hot from the get-go in this match – the violent reaction Dawson received when he came out almost made you feel like he was headed for an execution here – and it was his own fault with the way they disrespected Devastation and insulted the fans – demanding their respect and their subservience.

Bryan Harris: The fans will have no choice but to recognize The Entourage’s greatness after Dawson becomes champion here this evening.

Alan Ducard: He’s not champion yet Bryan, and if he hopes to become champion he’s going to have to get off the canvas and out of Devastation’s grasp and starting using his truly top-notch athletic ability.

Devastation continues to work the chin lock as Dawson rolls reaches up to the head feeling his way. He’s not able to grab the hair, and after his last match with Adam Davis, Devastation is wary of receiving any digits to the eyes, and he shifts to avoid that brutality. However, when Devastation moves to avoid the rake of the eyes, Dawson gets his feet in under him, and with a quick push, he goes up and clasping Devastation’s head, Dawson drives his own skull in Devastation’s jaw, freeing himself from the hold and driving the Champion backwards.

Alan Ducard: The Highlight of the Night escapes with the jawbreaker, but Devastation is still up, and he comes after Dawson with the clothesline, but Dawson ducks the blow. Dawson now with the leap and the dropkick to the jaw! Devastation goes down, and Dawson moves in for the quick pin!

ONE

TW-NO! Note even a two count on the dropkick.

Bryan Harris: No there wasn’t a two count, but that kind of pin attempt forces Devastation to make the kick out attempt and use that energy to escape. Also, it puts that thought in the back of Devastation’s mind that any sequence, any move could be the finish.

Jimmy Yates: Well, a dropkick isn’t going to get the job done against Devastation, especially after what we saw at LEGACY-X.

Dawson is up first after the dropkick, and he charges at Devastation and drives a knee into his temple just as he attempts to get up off his knees, and the shot knocks the champion right back down to the canvas. The Highlight of the Night then wastes no time in pulling Devastation up into a front facelock, forcefully wrenching it into place, and controlling Devastation, pulling him to the middle of the ring, and driving a knee into Devastation.

Alan Ducard: Dawson is controlling the Champion with a simple front facelock here, and Dawson transitions to a DDT in the center of the ring!

ONE

TWO

T-NO! The DDT gets the two count, and Dawson is right up in Klinton Porter’s face motioning that it should have been a three count, and the fans are really not liking Dawson’s attitude here, and neither is Klinton Porter who is not backing down.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson is wasting time here jawing with Porter instead of focusing on Devastation and that could cost him here.

Bryan Harris: Hey you have to keep the officials on their toes, especially with the officiating at LEGACY-X – did you see the crap job that Del Carver did?

Dawson turns around to where Devastation is trying to regain his faculties after the DDT, and Dawson kicks him in the spine, and then flips over Devastation with a rolling neck snap, ala Curt Hennig, and upon reaching his feet, Dawson raises his arms to the fans as if commanding them to love him – receiving in return as gargantuan “YOU SUCK” chant from the Denver crowd.

Alan Ducard: Dawson remains in control but he continues to squander his good favor by even considering the fans. Dawson now back on the offensive coming off the ropes and delivering a bulldog to Devastation as he tries to stand, and now he makes another cover!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO! For the third time Dawson goes for a pin in the contest, and for the third time he’s denied by the Champion.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson really looks to be getting frustrated by falling short on his pin attempts, and he’s really giving Klinton and earful for the second time this match, and the fans are just letting Dawson and his bad attitude have it.

Bryan Harris: Dawson just wants this thing called fairly Jimbo. I mean this is the Main Event – the showcase on Strife. He doesn’t want a loss because Klinton Porter didn’t do his job.

Dawson turns back to Devastation, and he pulls the former up into a standing headscissors, and goes to wrap him, presumably to look for a piledriver, but Devastation powers up, taking Dawson up and …

Alan Ducard: DEVASTATION LOOKING FOR THE DECAPITATOR! HE’S GOT DAWSON, BUT DAWSON GRABS THE ROPES AS DEVASTATION DROPS!

Jimmy Yates: That was an awkward fall for both men, and I think Dawson still took the worst of it, but he wasn’t dropped right on his head.

Bryan Harris: Score one on ring awareness for Dawson – he used the ropes to fend off the move, even if it was ugly.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson is amazingly talented and his physical gifts are elite, but his actual in-ring experience pales in comparison to Devastation and is even lacking compared to a good number of the LEGACY roster members. He’s not a guy who’s paid a lot of dues, and has used those physical abilities and Elena Pisk’s management to take him further than many people would have expected.

Alan Ducard: Well coming out of that failed Decapitator, Devastation is still in control as he moves in on Dawson and wraps him and takes him up and over with the release German suplex, and Dawson lands right on the back on his neck.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation is just softening Dawson up for a later Decapitator attempt.

Bryan Harris: He might be and the peons loved it. Listen to them now cheering Devastation for beating on Dawson.

Alan Ducard: Devastation isn’t letting up in his assault and he has Dawson up and he rocks him with a European uppercut! Dawson falls back to the buckles, and Devastation boots him in the gut and pulls him to the standing headscissors. Dawson goes up and there’s a turnbuckle powerbomb on The Highlight of the Night!

Jimmy Yates: The LEGACY fans love it as Devastation picks up momentum with that last move. Did you see just how hard Dawson hit? The Tao of Valor Champion is putting a little extra behind these moves, and you can’t blame him after what he had to listen to backstage here tonight.

Devastation after the turnbuckle bomb, pulls Dawson to his feet and tosses him face first into the buckles, almost “angrily” and then catches him on the rebound and takes him back up and over with another release German suplex, dropping Dawson on his neck again, dead center of the ring.

Bryan Harris: Devastation is NOT a happy man here gentlemen, and I have to think that’s something that won’t serve him well in this match. He’s always so calm, cool, and methodical in his style, and when you get emotional, you can get sloppy.

Devastation rips Dawson to his feet, and hoists him up into a torture rack position, and then spins Dawson off, driving his head into the canvas.

Alan Ducard: DEVASTATION DRIVER! Devastation almost drove The Highlight of the Night through the canvas with that move, and now Devastation hooks the leg for the PIN – and this crowding is ready to see Dawson finished!

ONE (Crowd counting along)

TWO

THREE-NO! Dawson kicks out! Dawson kicks out of the Devastation Driver! I can’t believe it.

Bryan Harris: You can’t believe it? Jimbo can’t believe it. These common fans can’t believe it. Klinton Porter can’t believe it – more than that, Devastation can’t believe it. Everyone wrote Dawson off as some loud mouth punk, but the kid is tougher than anyone thought.

Jimmy Yates: He might be tough Bryan, but he can only take so much of a beating from the champion before this match is flat out over.

The fans begin a huge “DEV-A-STA-TION” chant as the ToV champion pulls Dawson to his feet, and tosses him to the ropes with the Irish whip. On the rebound, Devastation takes Dawson down, and immediately pounces, clasping the head to torque the neck.

Alan Ducard: There’s a crossface from Devastation! He has Dawson in the crossface, and now he’s looking to get that arm hooked to really trap him.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson knows it, and he’s fighting to keep the arms free, using them to help pull his weight and Devastation’s weight to the ropes.

A “TAP” chant echoes through the arena as The Highlight of the Night scratches and claws his way to the ropes. Devastation wrenches the hold tighter and tighter as Dawson’s arm stretches out, trembling as he reaches for his escape.

Alan Ducard: Dawson reaches, and grabs the bottom rope! Devastation has to break the crossface, and much to the chagrin of almost everyone watching, this match will continue. Devastation releases the hold, but he leaves Dawson no time to recover as he pulls Dawson to his feet and suplexes him easily towards the corner.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation is pulling the challenger up in the corner, and he’s got Dawson over his shoulder, and he’s going up the ropes! He’s going to the top rope!

Bryan Harris: He’s taking a big risk here Jimbo, a big risk.

Alan Ducard: Devastation has moved up the ropes with Dawson, and he’s looking for a DECAPITATOR FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Jimmy Yates: He wants to put an exclamation on his destruction of this punk, and send a message to the entire Entourage!

The fans are going crazy as Devastation situates Dawson on his shoulders, and looks ready to be “off with his head”.

Alan Ducard: Devastation has Dawson adjusted to the belly to back position and …. DECAP-NO! MY GOD! WHAT AN IMPACT!

The fans gasp as Dawson wraps arms around Devastation and uses the momentum of both guy to turn the top rope Decapitator into a top rope flipping piledriver!

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe it! I can’t believe what I just saw!

Bryan Harris: Dawson turned to the Decapitator into a flipping piledriver and now both men are down!

Alan Ducard: Klinton Porter has no choice now but to start the count on both men.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson was taking such a beating, but Devastation crashed and burned going to the top rope, and that one impact may have been enough to bring this match to a close.

The count continues as the crowd begs for Devastation to get up, but unfortunately for them, the first one to stir is in fact, Matthew Dawson, as he slowly pulls his body to the fallen body of the champion.

Alan Ducard: Porter is to seven now as Dawson pushes his way to Devastation, and there’s the break of the count at nine with the pinfall!

ONE

TWO

THREE-NO! DEVASTATION KICKS OUT!

Bryan Harris: He did kick out, but Dawson is the one getting up now, perhaps taking control.

Dawson, having been denied, pulls himself to the ropes, and uses them to regain his footing as Devastation finally starts to stir. The Highlight of the Night begins to stalk Devastation as the Champion regains his footing, and when the time is right, he engages Devastation hooking him and …

Alan Ducard: Matthew Dawson delivers a HUGE exploder suplex! We know about Devastation’s ability, but Dawson has a few suplexes of his own – perhaps something he picked up while training with Devastation even if it was for a short time.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson has said nothing positive about that partnership, but he was learning from one of the best.

Bryan Harris: Or being held back – it all depends on your point of view Jimbo.

Following the exploder suplex, Dawson pulls Devastation up to his feet, only to deliver an inverted atomic drop that is quickly transitioned into a DDT! Dawson spikes Devastation, and uses a kip-up to regain his footing, showing off to the crowd, which can only jeer him rather than appreciate the athleticism. Dawson then makes his way to the top rope, and sizes up his target.

Alan Ducard: The Highlight of the Night is now perched on the top rope, waiting for Devastation to make some kind of move, and as we saw earlier in this match, going to the top rope can be a huge risk, and completely redirect the momentum in a match. Dawson now leaping off the top and … TOP ROPE BULLDOG! HE DRIVES DEVASTATION DOWN INTO THE CANVAS AND HE MAKES THE COVER!

ONE

TWO

THREE-NO! DEVASTATION KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Jimmy Yates: What is Dawson going to have to do to put Devastation away here tonight?

Bryan Harris: Ultimate Highlight anyone?

Jimmy Yates: It is a great move, but with how many shots Dawson has taken tonight, I don’t know if he will have the wherewithal to get up the top rope with Devastation in tow.

Bryan Harris: Then he will find another way Jimbo.

Alan Ducard: Dawson now pulling Devastation to his feet, and there’s a hard right hand, and another, but Devastation block the third and fires back with a punch of his own, and an uppercut. Now, Devastation with the Irish whip and an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Devastation is looking to roll again, and there’s the HARD Irish whip to the buckles, Dawson hits hard and staggers out and here comes Devastation …. SUPERKICK!

Jimmy Yates: Both men go down with that kick out of nowhere, and I think that surprised both fighters – Devastation who got hit with it, and Dawson that he could pull it off!

Bryan Harris: Dawson has been full of surprises here tonight gentlemen, and I think he has one more in store as he becomes the new Tao of Valor Champion.

Both men fight to get back to their feet as Klinton Porter begins to count for the second time tonight, and as the numbers tick away, both men manage to regain their feet with the crowd again rises up in support of the Champion who doesn’t strike first, but he catches Dawson with the kick to the side, and drops him with a knee to the gut. Devastation pulls Dawson to his feet, and then gets a running start himself, looking for huge clothesline, but at the last moment, Dawson reaches out and grabs Klinton Porter and pulls him in front of Devastation, causing the champion to collide with Porter, dropping him to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: What a disgusting move by Dawson, pulling the official into the way of that blow from Devastation.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation hadn’t have been able to pull that shot at the end Porter may have been SERIOUSLY hurt, as it stands he took it more like a shoulder block than a clubbing blow.

Alan Ducard: Devastation is down checking on Porter, and again I must express how disgusted I am with Dawson’s tactics here, and Devastation is turning back to Dawson now who is using the ring ropes to hold himself up right. Devastation charges in and … DAWSON KICKS HIM IN THE CROTCH! DAWSON HOOKS HIM AND DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH THE SIDESLAM (ROCK BOTTOM)!

Jimmy Yates: Dawson is headed to the corner, probably the top rope again, and it looks like Devastation is in a bad way.

Bryan Harris: Devastation is done – we have a new champion!

As Dawson heads for the corner, down the ramp comes Cronos Diamante! The crowd really goes crazy for Diamante’s arrival, and Dawson turns as Diamante hops up on the apron.

Bryan Harris: What is THAT guy doing out here?

Alan Ducard: At LEGACY-X, The Entourage stuck their noses in Diamante’s business, he’s probably out here to return the favor.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson is REALLY giving Cronos an earful, and the former No Limits Champion … SLAPS DAWSON!

Alan Ducard: Diamante had enough of Dawson’s mouth, and just let him have it, and now Dawson is LIVID! ABSOLUTELY LIVID as Diamante drops off the apron having sent his message! Dawson is still shouting as a satisfied Cronos walks away, and now Dawson turns to Devastation and … HE CATCHES HIM UP AND … DECAPITATOR! DEVASTATION WITH THE DECAPITATOR AND THESE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY!

DEVASTATION WITH THE COVER!

COME ON KLINTON! MAKE THE COUNT …

ONE (Crowd counting along)

TWO

THREE!

Klinton Porter, still slumped on the canvas, motions for the bell, and the fans go crazy as “Ironman” hits the PA system of the Pepsi Center, and Josephina gets on the mic.

Bryan Harris: Dawson was ROBBED! Cronos had no business being out here! None! I can’t believe the travesty I just witnessed!

Jimmy Yates: Turnabout is fair play Bryan, tonight The Entourage just got a taste of their own medicine, and frankly, after what Dawson did to Klinton Porter, using the low blow? Cronos just evened things out.

Alan Ducard: You two can debate that the rest of the night, but we do have a winner, and his name is Devastation!

The camera shows Devastation standing tall with the ToV belt draped over his shoulder, and his hand raised in victory before he heads off out of the ring.

Smith Cartwright: Now John, if what you said is true, that could have some very serious ramifications. This day to day backstage stuff that typically goes with a wrestling organization is one thing, but what you mentioned… that’s down-right illegal.

John Thomas: I don’t have any hard evidence, but as soon as we find them, I’m sure you’ll have some!

As they approach a hallway intersection, Carter speaks up.

Carter Franklin: The locker room should be right down there.

The trio turn down the other hallway and walk about eight feet before they reach a door, and John Thomas picks up a chair, kicks open the door and throws the chair.

John Thomas: WHERE’S MY STUFF!?!

The cameraman gets into position, and we can see the members of Domination standing there, surprised to see John Thomas. Also in the room are Greyson Blade, Trent Logan, and Crazy Boy. Smith Cartwright walks into the locker room and puts himself in between John and the group of guys.

Smith Cartwright: Alright, John, now settle down!

Smith turns to the rest of the group.

Smith Cartwright: Now John just came to me and made a serious allegation, and I’m afraid it’s something we’re going to have to talk about before anyone leaves tonight.

Smith turns to Carter Franklin and points to the cameraman.

Smith Cartwright: I need to ask him to leave. There’s no need to tape any of this.

Carter nods, and he escorts the cameraman out of the locker room.

Issac reaches the end of the staircase, turning a corner and weaving into this unfamiliar territory. Suddenly, a voice flows out of the shadows, very close to where the albino stands.

Voice: Come no further. Your eyes cannot be prepared for what they will see.

Issac pauses, meeting the voice with his own.

Entragian: That which has been seen cannot be unseen, and don’t fret, whoever you are, my eyes have seen horrors of every shape and form. I’ve got a feeling your image won’t strike me blind.

Entragian takes a few confident steps forward before stopping, his eyes narrowing as he appears momentarily caught off guard. Not out of horror, but out of confusion. With the shadows and dim lighting of the basement, we can’t make out who or what Issac sees.

Voice: Don’t look upon me. I’ve become a monster. HE has done this to me, forced me to hide in shame…but one day I’ll have my revenge.

Entragian shakes his head, a devilish little smirk playing on his face.

Entragian: You? You’re not monster. A monster doesn’t sit and cower in fear like this, languishing in a dank basement. A monster doesn’t care what others think of him, because a MONSTER is fueled by much greater passions. The monster doesn’t fear the hero, because every hero is meant to be destroyed.

Issac takes another step forward, looming over the unknown speaker.

Entragian: Shane…you may have played the villain in your little movies, but this is real life, not some acting gig where dressing up as the creature gets you a little name exposure when the credits roll. There’s no pretending to be had here, but if you truly believe in what you’re saying, if you have the drive and the desire, you WILL become the monster.

Derek Shane’s voice can be heard and the form of a body can JUST be made out in the shadows, but the extent of his disfigurement is still unclear.

Shane: HE did this to me! He created this monster…and now this monster will haunt his very being.

Issac raises an eyebrow, seeming to enjoy Shane’s new tragic outlook on his once privileged Hollywood lifestyle.

Entragian: Shane, drop the theatrics. You think a little blood, and one or two scars automatically creates a monster? Fearing insignificant sh*t like that only makes you vain, it doesn’t turn you fierce. If it’s revenge you want? You’ll have it, but you have to WORK for it. If you want to become a monster, you want to be like ME, that’ll take more than a bloody face. You have the potential to become what I am. But you have to unleash it from within yourself, and it all depends on rather or not you have what it takes to be…remorseless.

Entragian begins to circle the shadowed figure, but the camera angle still doesn’t betray a good view of Shane.

Entragian: You want Moreno to suffer, is that it? Mmmm. I know that’s what you crave in your heart of hearts. But you’ve made a mistake, Derek. You see, he doesn’t have any FEAR of you yet, as a matter of fact, he seems to know your fears all to well. But with my help, that will change. I can guide you Derek, but don’t mistake me for a friend, a buddy, or anything like that. I’ve got a feeling that I’ll feed off your pain just as much as the pain you inflict on poor conflicted J-Mo.

Shane: What can you do for me…you’re not of high blood or wealth, you’re not the spotlight or the highlight, what can you do Entragian?

Entragian: You’re absolutely right. I’m not a part of The Entourage, nor do I have any desire to join that little pack of silver spoon-fed weasels. So no, I’m not high society, I care nothing for the shine of the spotlight, but ask yourself this Derek, what has any of that gotten you so far? Obviously playing the elite game isn’t working at the moment, so you need to seek other options.

Entragian stalks behind the shadowy figure of Shane, placing one pale hand along his shoulder, adding just enough pressure for it to be almost uncomfortably firm. He leans down, whispering into the ear of Shane.

Entragian: If you want to buy yourself some petty revenge, Entourage style? Then I have nothing to offer you. But if you want to EARN your vengeance, and scorch your wrath onto the back of Moreno for all time, then I CAN help you. I’ll help you to scour your guts and your soul, until you find the BEAST inside yourself, and then, like a dog in heat, you’re going to birth that beast and BECOME it.

Issac steps back, and the camera attempts to zoom in and get a better look, but Shane throws up his hands and shields his face from view. His clothes appear filthy and tattered, and this is the only decent glimpse we get of him before he shimmies further into the shadows and away from the light.

Entragian: Follow me and your instruction will begin. But know this now, Derek, once your lessons in hatred are done, you’ll be tested. That test will take place next week, and that test will be held under NO LIMITS.

Issac grins, his cannibal teeth glinting in the dark, before he turns his back and makes his way back up the steps. The scene fades into the shadows of the basement as we go back to ringside.

Alan Ducard: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but here we go... again! LEGACY World Title at stake in an impromptu rematch from LEGACY X!

Bryan Harris: Loco Martinez has to be the most grateful person in the world right now, having convinced X-Calibur to give him the rematch so close after their physically draining match-up.

Jimmy Yates: I agree, Bryan. But one thing’s for certain... there’s very few champions out there who are willing to put their title reigns in jeopardy so willingly, all in the name of pugilism. No matter where you go, X-Calibur is perhaps one of a kind in every aspect.

Alan Ducard: Loco looks like he hasn’t slept in days... I hope he’s ready for Part II.

Bryan Harris: If he wasn’t ready, he wouldn’t have issued the challenge.

Looking at all the adoring fans in attendance, applauding both X-Calibur and Loco for being willing to go at it again on such short notice, X-Calibur starts walking down the aisle to the melodious beat of Metallica’s heavy metal classic.

All of a sudden, there’s a sudden commotion in the nearby vicinity as two men are running full speed ahead, directly at the unsuspecting X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: Look

Jimmy Yates: Whoa, who, whoa... what the hell is this?!

Fans standing ringside jump up and down while screaming, frantically trying to warn X-Calibur about his oncoming attackers as “Harvester of Sorrow” blares loudly through out the arena. Getting the sense that someone(s) was about to nail him from behind, X-Calibur slightly turns his head towards the screaming front row. Before he can turn around fully, a clobbering double clothesline from T. Rex and Arch Angel sends him face first into the steel ramp.

Jimmy Yates: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?

As X-Calibur instinctively tries to fight his way to his feet, both members of Anarchy lay the boots into X-Calibur. The lights fade back on fully and “Harvester of Sorrow” fades out completely as the live audience bears witness to the unexpected two-on-one beat down. The rest of the audience who wasn’t aware of the sneak attack from behind quickly catches up with the program and fill the arena with deafening boos, jeering the unforseen antics of Arch Angel and T. Rex.

Bryan Harris: Looks like Anarchy want to make sure X-Calibur loses tonight...

Loco, looking almost bewildered by this act... looks at the audience. Suddenly, they start chanting “Lo-Co Lo-Co Lo-Co ” at an ear-splitting decibel.

In the ring, Loco shouts, “What the f*** are you DOING?!” at Anarchy, watching aghast at the clubbing blows reigning down onto X-Calibur’s hurt shoulder and face. The scene looks very similar to that of a biker gang beating on some sap who got a little too mouthy outside a bar. Fist after fist, stiff kick after stiff kick, X-Calibur feels the effects of both members of Anarchy... and Loco Martinez steps between the ropes, looking for an opportunity to jump on one of their backs to break it up.

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL WHAT IS ANARCHY DOING?

Standing on each side of X-Calibur to his feet, T. Rex and Arch Angel both grab a handful of X-Calibur’s hair and guide him to his feet. Showing some of the fire and intensity that made him World Champion in the first place, X-Calibur battles back with dual elbows met right into the mid-sections of Anarchy. T. Rex doubles over and Arch Angel backs up for a second. This is all the room X-Calibur needed though and he lunges forward at Arch Angel with a massive, pissed off lariat that sends the man down to the unforgiving steel ramp.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah!! That’s how you do it!!

Upon seeing this, the fans explode into cheers... and Loco Martinez begins clapping his hands together, applauding X-Calibur’s comeback. Seeing that X has it back in control again, Loco retreats back through the ropes and into the ring, shaking his head in a disgusted manner. X-Calibur stands up straight again, and for a fleeting second, X-Calibur gives Loco an accusatory, murderous glance. But Loco insistently shakes his head, yelling, “Swear to God, X! I had nothing to do with this..”.

Alan Ducard: Look! Loco is saying he had nothing to do with this!! If not he... then who the hell did?!

Jimmy Yates: What are you waiting for, Loc?

Bryan Harris: Man, this is confusing the HELL out of me... what is going on here? Why is Anarchy beating the crap out of X-Calibur?

This glance by X is interrupted by a lunging lariat from T. Rex who never left his feet after the shot to the mid-section when X-Calibur rose. X-Calibur refuses to go down though and throws wild lefts and rights while stumbling forward, hoping to connect with the incessant T. Rex. Only one of about five wild fists connects though, and T. Rex’s large, thick, weathered frame naturally absorbs it. X is rocked back with an uppercut by T. Rex, and as X stumbles backwards a newly risen Arch Angel catches X-Calibur straight in the ribs with a nasty spear, sending him harshly into the steel ramp once again.

Necessitating the help of Loco once again, Loco hops down from the ring apron and runs full speed ahead at Anarchy. With two fists risen up like an axe-handle, Loco uses all of his weight to slam right into the back of T. Rex, knocking him down forward against the ramp. Arch Angel backs up, surprised by Loco’s reaction to what they are doing, and a very audible, “What the hell, Loc?!” can be heard coming from his mouth. Loco warns Arch Angel to stay away from X-Calibur, and then walks hurriedly over to Josephina Colbert, asking for a spare microphone.

Loco Martinez: Okay... that was unnecessary. Seriously... what the HELL?!

The fans continue booing Anarchy as Loco Martinez makes his way over to X-Calibur.

Loco Martinez: I did NOT ask for this to happen!!! No!!! GODDAMN IT!!! Not like this... I did NOT want this match to be like this...

As the fans continue chanting for Loco, the challenger kneels down beside the champion and half-consolingly places his hand on the back of his head, inaudibly to the camera asking him if he’s alright. X-Calibur gets to his knees and nods his head, using the embrace of Loco’s hand and arm to help himself to his feet.

All of a sudden, Loco smirks.

Loco Martinez: I wanted it to be like THIS!!!

Like someone flipped a switch inside of his head, Loco grabs by the back of his waistband and hair and RIPS X-Calibur’s body into the steel post, shoulder first. The ENTIRE audience LOSES it with one big collective gasp.

Alan Ducard: NO!!!!

Jimmy Yates: WHY????!!!!!!

Bryan Harris: OH MY GOD!!!

Loco starts SCREAMING maniacally into the man’s ear, all-the-while pounding on his shoulder and back. Lifting X up to his feet with violent force, Loco bashes X-Calibur’s face into the steel ring post. Repeatedly. The audience sits in a stunned silence as the once good-natured, fun-loving Loco Martinez quickly disappears and this violent, insanity driven man replaces him at once.

Alan Ducard: LOCO IS POSSESSED!!!

Arch Angel “gets a piece” and pulls X-Calibur’s arm back away from the pole, rearing up for a giant slam right back into the unforgiving steel. With Loco cheering Anarchy on, T. Rex scoops X-Calibur up in a running power slam position. Circling around, T. Rex then throws X-Calibur like a lawn dart face first into the ring post, causing a massive “CLUNK” to reverberate through out the arena. X-Calibur instantly goes down in a heap and holds his shoulder and face with a painful grimace; almost visibly quaking with intense pain as he buries his face into the outside mat while holding his injured shoulder. Loco continues SCREAMING at Anarchy to finish the job, and Anarchy obey his command at once.

Jimmy Yates: I am in shock over this... I seriously can’t believe Loco would do this.

Lifting X to his feet, T. Rex and Arch Angel both grab X-Calibur by the back of his head and slam his forehead into the post, opening up a laceration above his left eye. Blood quickly begins flowing out of his face and X-Calibur slinks down to his knees, leaning lifelessly against the steel post; a small track of crimson gruesomely left behind on the pole. Every so often T. Rex and Arch Angel kick a limb of X-Calibur’s. Some younger kids in the front row begin crying as they watch the World Champion’s arms fall limp on each side of the post - perhaps a little too young to be able to withstand the amount of intensity emanating from Loco Martinez’s directives.

Grabbing X-Calibur by the back of his head, Loco peels him off of the ring post and lifts him to his feet. With the guidance of T. Rex and Arch Angel, all three men roll X-Calibur into the ring, Hopping up onto the ring apron, Loco motions for Travis Rollins to start the match.

Alan Ducard: Wait... you’ve got to be KIDDING me...?!?!

Loco shouts and demands that Travis Rollins ring the bell to start the match, but Rollins shakes his head in defiance. All of a sudden, Anarchy climb into the ring and quickly approach the sides of Rollins in a threatening manner. Loco points at Rollins, warning him that if he doesn’t start the match he’s going to be in some serious pain. Rollins continues to refuse, though... at which point T. Rex and Arch Angel each grab an arm from Rollins, holding him captive.

Alan Ducard: Don’t do it, fellas!!! This isn’t worth losing your jobs over!!!

Jimmy Yates: Travis refuses!!! He wants NO PART of this gangland style execution..

As both T. Rex and Arch Angel hold Rollins in place, Loco backs up a few feet, tapping his foot on the ground as if he’s going to lunge at Rollins with a superkick. As soon as Loco advances forward, Rollins screams “STOP! I’LL DO IT!”, and Loco stops dead in his tracks. Angel and Rex let go of Rollins and without anymore hesitation, Rollins calls for the bell.

Bryan Harris: Oh my God... this match is officially underway. I can’t believe we’re actually going through with the match anyway!

Alan Ducard: It’s sickening how they’re bullying their way into a title match here!!!!

Jimmy Yates: This is hard to watch. I- I can’t... I just can’t believe the lengths Loco is going here.

X-Calibur has managed to get to knees, as blood pours from his wound, cascading off the faceplate of the LEGACY World Title that is still snapped tightly around him. Barely conscious, X-Calibur holds the middle and top rope for support, pulling himself to his feet.

Bryan Harris: X refuses to go down without a fight!!

Loco points at Rollins to remove the championship from around X’s waist. Rollins shakes his head negatively at first but fearing Loco and Anarchy might harm him, Rollins scurries over to X-Calibur and unsnaps the leather straps from his waist.

Jimmy Yates: This is heartbreaking. I can’t imagine what Rollins must be going through right now.

X-Calibur has no idea what’s going on, and as Rollins does removes the championship, X collapses his chin onto the top rope, his legs subconsciously working in holding his lifeless upperbody up. As Rollins takes the title belt over to the time keeper’s table, both T. Rex and Arch Angel manage to sneak in a straight punch to X-Calibur’s opened wound, sending him off of the ropes and down to the canvas like a sack of potatoes.

Alan Ducard: As if they haven’t put him through enough, they sneak attack behind the referee’s back!! Something MUST be done about this...

Loco reaches down and begins lifting X-Calibur to his feet. Reaching back, Loco quickly shoots in with a lunching right fist to the face, which again sends X-Calibur down to the mat. Loco wipes the blood off of his fist onto his tights, looking repulsed. Refusing to stay down, X-Calibur instinctively attempts to get to his feet... but it is academic at his point.

Jimmy Yates: Somebody stop this... PLEASE!!!

Loco steps back, giving X-Calibur enough room to get up on his own... and as soon as X-Calibur is on his wobbly feet, with his fists raised for a fight, Loco grabs X-Calibur’s arm (with the injured shoulder)... and twists in an arm wrench. Closing his eyes, taking in the moment, Loco then flies in with a VICIOUS superkick that snaps X-Calibur’s head down to the mat and knocks him out.

Loco makes a cover. The fans scream for Rollins to high tail it, and Rollins looks out at everybody in attendance.

Alan Ducard: He’s not going to count!

Bryan Harris: He better if he wants to live to see tomorrow!!

Anarchy hop up onto the apron like they’re coming for Rollins when the LEGACY official gives in to the pressure and drops down to the mat for the count.

One...

Rollins looks up at Loco, who smiles right back at him, hooking X-Calibur’s leg.

Two...

Rollins looks up at Loco again and debates whether to finish the count, but Loco menacingly mouths “Do it!”.

...Three.

The fans sit in their seats, completely stunned, as Rollins shakes his head in absolute disgust, calling for the bell.

Arch Angel: THE GREATEST MOFO ON EARTH...

T.Rex: LOCO MARTINEZ!!!!!

“C’mon C’mon” by the Von Bondies hits the airwaves and Loco Martinez collapses to the mat in mock exhaustion. T. Rex and Arch Angel then grab the blood stained championship belt that Travis Rollins just placed on the time keeper’s table and head into the ring with it.

In that very moment, John Thomas appears from the curtains and onto the entrance ramp. John has a huge smile on his face carrying three huge bottles of champagne. He gestures behind him and two large unknown men wearing black pants and black t-shirts back their way down the ramp with a huge hand truck. Resting on the hand truck is the five foot tall trophy case.

Jimmy Yates: Here we go again...

They get to the ring, the hired help set up the case so it faces the ring, and disappear to the back. Thomas hands bottles of champagne to Loco, T.Rex, and Arch Angel. He goes to the trophy case getting a fourth bottle for himself. Each man smiles huge, as they unwrap the corks. The crowd boos mercilessly as the three men extend their bottles and clink them together "Cheers-ing" each other before each one popping their bottle, and begin jumping up and down spraying one another with champagne like they just won the World Series. They exchange yelps of joy and hugs.

Alan Ducard: This is despicable.

The men finish spraying each other with their champagne, and Loco walks to the trophy case. He is handed a key from John Thomas. He opens the door, and places the title inside. As he closes the door, we see an almost demonic smile on the face of Loco Martinez in the case's glass door... and we got to the LEGACY graphic.