Arch Angel: Can we help you?

Moxley: Yeah, step aside guys.

Moxley takes a determined step forward and walks right into T-Rex's outstretched palm.

T-Rex: Back up, buster.

Herb grits his teeth, trying not to snarl. He takes a step back and puts a hand to his mouth, calling past the pseudo secret service to Loco Martinez.

Moxley: Yo Loco! It's me, Moxley! Call off the Dino-Bots, will yah?!

Arch Angel: Your Legacy World Champion is not taking visitors today. If you'd like to leave a message? Feel free. If not. Move along, or get your head busted.

Herb clenches a fist out of rage but keeps it at his side with an effort. With his other hand he makes a pitiful attempt at straitening his crooked glasses - a technique in appearing non-threatening - Herb only manages to make the glasses slant in the opposite direction.

Moxley: C'mon Angel, you know Loco and I are pals - I just want to congratulate him.

We see each of Loco's hands reach up and part the two members of Anarchy.

Loco Martinez: Okay fellas. Let’s hear what he's got to say. He's not crazy enough to try a thing... One, he saw what happened to Legacy's former world champion last Strife. And two, look at him!

The three men share a dickbaggy chuckle. Mox just seems satisfied to get an audience with Loco. Herbert walks past ANARCHY and approaches Loco with a smile; he takes a moment at searching in his old friend's eyes but Herb’s smile fades somewhat when he cannot find what he is looking for.

Moxley: Congratulations, Champ. X-Calibur had it coming.

There is an audible sound of disapproval from the fans in attendance.

Moxley: I knew you'd make him regret costing you those tag titles.

Loco eyes widen with amazement and he even places a hand on Moxley's shoulder with approval.

Loco Martinez: Heh. Thanks, Moxley. You know. There's always room for one more.

Loco extends his palm for a handshake. The crowd inside is livid.

Herbert looks down at the hand, he starts to move his hand towards it and the crowd is roaring with spite at this prospect.

Moxley's hand keeps going up, he makes another attempt at straitening those crooked glasses and they just shift back to their original slant as Loco's hand is left hanging.

Moxley: Hmph. I don't think so.

The crowd ROARS with approval. Loco’s extended hand becomes a fist. We then get a close up of Loco who is SEETHING at Moxley's decline of the offer.

Moxley: We're already friends, Loco -- But I don't want anything to do with this… farce. You go too far. X-Cal had it coming, but your goons should have held back. And this main event? You're better than that, Loco. You can beat X-Calibur without these chumps...

Herb gestures at Anarchy.

Moxley: … and tell John Thomas to keep his stupid-*ss backstage so you can get the job done without ruining what that title stands for.

Herb points at the world title belt, way off in the distance, being carried down a flight of steps carefully by 4 maintenance employees displayed in a 5-foot tall trophy case. Loco turns and looks to where Mox is gesturing.

Loco Martinez: Actually what THAT represents is the fact that no one in Legacy is going to get near MY World Championship. It is figuratively, and literally, locked away. You don't like how I got the job done?

Mox nods. Loco shrugs.

Loco Martinez: Tough. Sh*t. You'll piece it together one day. Playing up to everyone? Being "that" guy? Gets you NO where. Gets you NOTHING. Look at me, Mox. I know better than anyone. Federation after federation overlooked me. Misused me. Kept me in my little box, and when I tried to get out? They stuffed me back in that box and crushed that lid on there to the point I would damn near suffocate.

Moxley: Dude, wake up! Snap out of it! That belt you've locked away - It's important to a lot of people. It stands for something. But you know what else? There are more important things out there. YOU used to know that. YOU used to stand for something. And what now? What changed?

Herbert steps forward, getting in the champion's face but now struggling to meet his gaze.

Moxley: D-Dammit.. Dammit Loco, I'm NOT.. not g-going to just sit on my hands and let you ruin yourself - NOT like this!!

Loco Martinez seethes as he glares at Moxley and his audacity.

Loco Martinez: I've opened my eyes, Herbert. That's what has changed. I have seen the light. And what, please tell me, can you do to STOP me? You gonna line up like the former world champ, and that one eyed dinosaur who've drawn half assed lines in the sand? Men with twice YOUR experience. Twice YOUR ability. And YOU... *chuckles* ... You're gonna stop me?!

Loco continues to laugh at Herbert, his chuckling echoed by the deep laugher of Anarchy as the three men surround Herb. Moxley looks intimidated.

Moxley: Yes, m-me, I'll stop you.

Loco and ANARCHY only laugh even louder. Moxley snaps-

Moxley: DON'T PUSH ME!

Moxley steps forward, pushing both palms forward he SHOVES Loco, sending him stumbling back and cutting off his laughter. Anarchy snaps into action, each one scooping Mox under the arm and slamming him into the cement wall behind him. Loco looks like he's about to murder Moxley, his eyes glowing with hatred. Mox's eyes grow wide having never seen this side of Loco Martinez.

Loco Martinez: If you ever... EVER decide to lay your hands on me again? I will squash you like the bug you are. You want to get in my way? It’s YOUR funeral. I will personally see to that. I offered you the world, and you spat in my face. I warn you? You SHOVE me.

Loco leans in getting incredibly close to Moxley. His eyes on fire.

Loco Martinez: Don't make me do it, Mox. But if you PUSH me?

He looks to his left, and to his right before hissing his final sentiments through gritted teeth.

Loco Martinez: I will make sure there is no triumphant comeback. No immediate trip to upper levels of Legacy thanks to yours truly. No-no-no... you push me? It will be the last mistake in this abortion you call a career.

Loco Martinez smirks enjoying Mox's stunned silence.

Loco Martinez: Put him down fellas. I think he gets the message.

They put Mox down abruptly, and walk off sharing a cocky laugh. We stay on Herb who looks down at his feet, breathing heavily. Moxley turns his head, taking one last look at his old friend, before walking off in the other direction.

Jimmy Yates: A big part of the reason why people are warming up to The Kumquat Kid is because of the victory he got over John Thomas in his LEGACY debut back at STRIFE 45, what many people consider to be quite an upset.

Bryan Harris: You’re damn right it was an upset, and 9 times out of 10, guys like John Thomas are going to beat guys like Kumquat Kid, just like you’re going to see here tonight when Adam Davis puts this fruit fanatic in his place.

Alan Ducard: There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a citrus fruit, and I agree, Adam Davis should be considered the favorite in this match, but if The Kumquat Kid can perform here tonight the way he did against John Thomas, he could find himself with yet another upset.

Jimmy Yates: At what point do matches like this stop being upsets and people start giving credit for good victories?

Bryan Harris: For me to do that, Kumquats would have to do a lot better against Adam Davis than just find a way to win, he needs to make a statement.

Alan Ducard: I’m sure that’s what both men will be attempting to do, let’s get to the action.

Alan Ducard: Kickout by Kumquat Kid!

KK struggles to his feet as Davis stalks him. Dunk, Kumquat Kids manager, cheers him on as KK all the sudden gets a burst of strength with some punches to the face followed by a tornado DDT!

Jimmy Yates: What a Tornado DDT from Kumquat Kid. Strange as this kid is, he sure has a nice arsenal of moves.

Bryan Harris: I refuse to follow or like someone that likes KUMQUATS for Christs sake.

Alan Ducard: Look at him go though. The crowd is eating the kid up!

KK picks up Adam Davis and sets him up on the top rope. A quick flip and Adam Davis is in a tree of woe position! Kumquat Kid backs up to the other side of the ring and looks at the crowd, shouting VIVA LA KUMQUAT and starts to charge across the ring, but Davis untangles himself and slides under the ropes and out of the ring. The crowd boos as Davis shakes the cobwebs out of his head, trying to get his laurels about him as the referee starts to make the ten count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

The Iceman hops back up onto the ring apron, and a very eager Kumquat Kid charges in to keep in on the attack. The moment KK gets there, Adam Davis reaches over the top rope and pokes Kumquat in the eye, allowing him to get into the ring. Kumquat swings with a right hand, but Davis dodges out of the way, grabs him by the arm and and Irish whips him into the ropes, charging in right after him. The moment Kumquat hits the ropes, Adam leaps up and drills him with a dropkick, sending him up and over the top rope, down to the floor.

Ducking underneath the top rope, Adam Davis gets out onto the apron and then slowly hops down to the arena floor. Again taking Kumquat Kid by the arm, he irish whips him towards the corner, sending KK stumbling over the steel steps! Adam Davis smirks at the booing nearby fans and walks over, picks up Kumquat Kid and throws him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Standing over top of his opponent, Adam Davis lifts both elbows and drops them down into the side of Kumquat’s face, then rolls over, hooks the leg and makes a cover.

One.

Two.

Alan Ducard: The Kumquat Kid kicks out again!

Mildly surprised, Davis shakes his head as he picks up KK and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle back first, and then he charges in and hits a flying knee to the jaw. Kid holds the side of his face as he tumbles to the mat, with Dunk standing right next to him on the outside. Slowly, Dunk reaches into his satchel and pulls out a kumquat! He hands it to his buddy and KK takes a small bite out of it. KK's eyes slowly light up and he springs to his feet, full of energy!

Bryan Harris: God, enough with the Kumquats already! This is getting ridiculous.

Alan Ducard: Looks like he is gaining energy from a little piece of fruit! He looks energized.

Jimmy Yates: Adam Davis doesn't know how to react to that.

Bryan Harris: Neither do I!

KK gets to his feet, rubbing his jaw a little bit. Davis grabs KKs wrist and Irish Whips him into the ropes, but KK bounces up and flies backwards with a float-over moonsault right onto The Iceman.

Jimmy Yates: There’s the Kumquat Smoothie!

Alan Ducard: Kumquat Kid makes a cover…

One.

Two.

Thr-- ADAM DAVIS KICKS OUT!

The crowd exhales a groan as KK can't believe that he kicked out of that. KK picks up Davis and tries to hit a spinning heel kick, but Davis grabs the foot of Kumquat Kid and spins him around and hits a thunderous forearm to the face of Kumquat. KK holds his face in pain as Davis picks him up, hooks around his head and drops him right down onto the mat with a DDT before going for the pinfall attempt.

One.

Two

Th-- Kumquat Kid kicks out.

Davis slaps the mat in frustration as he picks up KK and Irish Whips him in the ropes. KK ducks the attack and springs off the ropes with a flying cross body. He starts throwing punches on Davis as Davis powers KK off of him and connects with a quick drop elbow on the chest of Kumquat Kid. Davis smirks as he has had enough of this as he signals for his finisher, The Cold Shoulder.

Alan Ducard: This is not looking good for the kid. Adam Davis looks to end this match now.

Bryan Harris: Davis is too good for the Kumquat idiot. He is about to show it now.

Jimmy Yates: The match is now over guys until that bell rings.

Adam Davis picks up Kumquat Kid and puts him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Kumquat Kid starts to panic just a little bit and starts throwing elbows into the temples of Davis. Davis finally releases the hold and KK lands behind Davis and rolls him up in a school boy before Davis can react!!!

One.

Two.

THREE!!!

Bryan Harris: Whoa, hold on. Benny Boy is not a new-comer. He’s been in LEGACY since July, and the fact that you consider him a new-comer is because he hasn’t done anything significant to get noticed yet. In my mind, the guy needs to step up and make something happen, or maybe he should free up some space on the payroll.

Alan Ducard: I don’t see anything wrong with a young competitor getting some time to figure out what works best for himself inside the squared circle. Benjamin’s record might not be the greatest, but each match I’ve seen him in, he continues to improve.

Jimmy Yates: He has shown flashes from time to time that have been impressive, and I think he’s got a bright future here.

Bryan Harris: Another example of how BAD you are at talent evaluation, Jimbo. There’s no way that Benny Jackson is going to beat Katsuro Yoshida tonight. I don’t care how much other stuff Yoshi has going on in his head right now with other stuff, Osamu Hayashi is not a big enough distraction that it’s going to give Benny Boy enough of an advantage to win this match.

Alan Ducard: As of late it’s hard to determine the extent to which Osamu is a distraction to Katsuro Yoshida, because he’s either not distracted at all or he’s got quite the poker face. Let’s get to the footage and find out.

Alan Ducard: Yoshida with the fisherman’s hook…

Jimmy Yates: Benny’s not going to let it happen as he connects with a right hand to the ribs! And another one!

Breaking free, Benny Jackson pushes away from Katsuro, then scoops him up off his feet and bodyslams him down to the mat. As Katsuro gets back up, Benny Boy dives in and clotheslines him back down. Both men work to get back up, and Benny Jackson grabs Yoshida by the leg and spins around, taking him down with a dragon screw legwhip.

Bryan Harris: Nice little move there by Benny Boy, and it looks like he’s going to try to hold on and go for another one.

Getting back to his feet, Benny continues to hold onto Katsuro’s leg. Just as Yoshida gets to his feet, he keeps Benny from being able to hit another legwhip as he throws his leg up into the air, connect with the side of Jackson’s head.

Alan Ducard: Beautiful enzuigiri by Yoshida to get out of a precarious situation!

With Ben laying on the mat, Katsuro stands up, takes a step backwards and then falls forwards, connecting with a standing falling headbutt to his opponent’s sternum. Dropping to his knees, Yoshida hooks a leg and goes for the pinfall.

One…

Two…

NO!

Jimmy Yates: Benny Jackson shoulders out of the pinfall attempt, and he’s got to be a little dazed from that wicked enzuigiri.

Bryan Harris: We’ll never be able to tell how shaken up he is by that kick, because a blank, dumbfounded look is typical for Benny Boy!

Taking Benny by the wrist, Katsuro helps his opponent up and irish whips him into the corner. Yoshida backs up a couple steps as Jackson is standing in the far corner, and then Katsuro takes a couple quick steps forwards, flips into a handspring, and when his feet hit the mat, he flies back-first towards the corner, throwing his elbow out towards his opponent…

Alan Ducard: Nobody home! Ben Jackson moves out of the way and avoids that acrobatic back elbow attempt from Yoshida!

Katsuro stumbles out of the corner, and Ben Jackson drills him with a forearm shot, backing him into the corner. Grabbing his opponent by the leg, Jackson sets up for a knee breaker, lifts up, turns, and hits the knee breaker. Not letting go, Benny again lifts Yoshida up off the mat, spins around and throws his opponent up over his shoulder with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Jimmy Yates: The ASPEN-A-TRON!!

Bryan Harris: What a lame name for a move…

Jimmy Yates: Don’t be jealous just because you’ve secretly always wanted to go to Aspen and Ben Jackson had the privilege of growing up nearby.

Bryan Harris: Texans don’t ski, Jimbo. No chance I’m jealous of Benny Boy, not for any reason.

Alan Ducard: Back to the action, mates, it appears that Benjamin has an idea of finishing things off right here.

Standing at his opponent’s feet, Benny reaches down and grabs at the foot of Yoshida, lifting it up and stepping across as he tries for the figure four. Katsuro lifts up his other foot and uses it to shove Jackson away, blocking the attempt. Turning around, Benny takes a few quick steps in, hops off the mat and tries for an elbow drop, but Katsuro rolls backwards out of the way.

Jimmy Yates: Agile move to avoid the elbow drop, and both of these guys have come up with good avoidances that keep changing the momentum of this match.

Alan Ducard: And here comes something which might have a similar affect.

The crowd begins to boo as Osamu Hayashi walks down the ramp, wearing a black Agents of Destiny shirt and a pair of long white shorts with the AD logo on the side of his right leg. He gets to the bottom of the ramp before either of the in-ring competitors notice he’s there. Benny Jackson is the first to notice, and he freezes up as Osamu hops right up onto the apron. As the former Bushido Buntai member gets into the ring, Katsuro Yoshida notices him and freezes up as well.

The match basically coming to a standstill, referee Jacob Fudrucker approaches Hayashi and begins reprimanding him for coming into the ring, giving him lots of warnings. Osamu ignores it and walks right up to Katsuro Yoshida. After a brief staredown between the two, Katsuro Yoshida simply walks past Osamu, not making any physical contact, and just exits the ring.

Bryan Harris: Where’s Katsuro going?!

Alan Ducard: It appears as though he wants nothing to do with Osamu Hayashi,and clearly he’s avoiding this entire situation.

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe this! Jacob Fudrucker is making the count and Yoshi doesn’t show any signs of interest in returning to the ring! I used to respect Katsuro Yoshida for what he’s capable of, but just walking out on this match and giving a win to Benny?! This guy’s a coward!

Alan Ducard: Well now it’s about to be official as Jacob Fudrucker is reaching the end of his count.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Jacob Fudrucker calls for the bell.

Jimmy Yates: I used to wonder what Osamu Hayashi’s personality was like back when he was quiet and reserved backstage, but now that we’re starting to see what he’s all about, I wish he’d go back to the way things were!

Bryan Harris: Why, because you want to be a fan of his wrestling ability and ignore the things about him you might not like? Personally I’d rather see this guy be successful in this business while acting however he’d like than to see him try to be the type of guy who gets invited to autograph signings and told not to speak.

Alan Ducard: Osamu Hayashi certainly coming out of his shell more recently, and sooner or later we’re going to see things between he and his former mentor, Katsuro Yoshida, come to a head.

Gryffin Anselm: Hey John, what’s up? You all ready to go for tonight?

John Thomas: Actually, that’s what I’m hear to talk to you about.

Anselm looks a little concerned, but interested.

John Thomas: With the stuff going on later tonight, having to referee an important World Championship match, I don’t think I’m the best option as a fourth member of your team.

Nodding knowingly, Gryffin responds.

Gryffin Anselm: I can appreciate that fact, and I appreciate you letting me know.

Almost robotically, John continues.

John Thomas: I guess you’ll have to find a replacement.

Having already realized that, Gryffin nods.

Gryffin Anselm: With the opponents we’ve got, that shouldn’t be a problem.

John nods, then turns to leave. A worried look on his face, Gryffin shoots a look at Jessica Stevens.

Gryffin Anselm: Hey Johnny…

Hearing that Gryffin isn’t done, John comes back into the locker room.

Gryffin Anselm: Everything else alright? You seem… different.

John shrugs and responds monotone.

John Thomas: Yeah, I’m good.

Gryffin Anselm: Last time I saw you, when you were doing that “someone stole my stuff” ruse, your acting held up for the people who don’t know you, but you had that look in your eye that honestly… I don’t see it right now.

John shrugs, but doesn’t respond.

Gryffin Anselm: Do yourself a favor, kid. Once a match is over, don’t think about it. Don’t let it weigh on you. I’m not saying that’s what’s going on with you, because clearly you say that nothing’s wrong… but on the off chance that something’s got to you, stop thinking about it and just do something about it.

John nods and starts to leave again, then he turns around and sticks his head back into the locker room.

John Thomas: Did Ani call you this week or something?

Gryffin shakes his head “no”. Before leaving again, John makes one last comment.

John Thomas: See you at the New Years Eve Party, Gryff.

Anselm nods, and John leaves the locker room.

Return of Caine

The lights flicker dimly before fading into a stiff darkness. From the speakers static begins to ring out, and then a deep British accent ringing vaguely familiar. The crowd listens intently as the voice raises loud enough to be heard properly.

“I stand for the common man!”

A few names start to be thrown around top most Logan Caine. The man begins to talk again. His voice sounds older, more mature than last time. If this is truly Caine then he's older, more assured.

“I stand against those who seek to harm others for no other reason than they enjoy it!”

Nobody needs to hear names now, they know its Caine. Know he's referring to the likes of Black and more importantly Marion.

“I stand for being the very best you can be, no matter what it may cost”

They knew the costs to Caine's career already, he'd lost to Marion and moved on to other organizations. Things hadn't worked for him and while Marion's star had continued to soar, Caine's had managed to plummet quickly.

“I stand for the LEGACY I left behind, and the LEGACY I have promised to create”

Static begins to break through the PA system once more, but Logan continues to talk. His voice echoes out around the arena and the crowd take note of his final words.

Duct Tape Match Frank Garvin vs Laura Seton

Bryan Harris: That’s right, Jimbo, I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of a Duct Tape match before. I’ve heard of matches where ANYTHING is legal, but a match where ONLY duct tape is legal? Nope, can’t say that I have.

Alan Ducard: I sense the sarchasm you’re bringing, Bryan, and I’d just like to say that in the scope of what’s transpired between Laura Seton and Frank Garvin, this is a very appropriate stipulation.

Jimmy Yates: As far back as I can remember Frank Garvin’s being a part of the LEGACY roster, he’s had a weird fascination with Laura Seton… and with duct tape.

Bryan Harris: Laura Seton fancies herself a wrestler, she wants to fight against the big boys? Well now she’s got herself matched up in the worst situation possible because she lets her mouth write checks that honestly? Her body can’t cash.

Alan Ducard: Anyone stepping into the ring against Frank Garvin in a match of this nature has a tough road to travel, no matter who it is. As a woman in an otherwise male dominated sport, Laura has a lot to prove, and I believe she’s up to the task. Let’s get to the action to see how she fared in this match.

Alan Ducard: Laura’s impressive display of agility has her dominating the early part of this match-up.

Garvin turns around, and Seton CLIPS GARVIN INT THE JAW WITH A SUPER KICK!! Garvin takes a few steps back and the opponents engage in a stare down.

Jimmy Yates: Hmm, still no duct tape yet.

Bryan Harris: The fresh roll of duct tape right in front of us on the announce table and I forgot my pepper spray.

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure pepper spray would help against a guy like Garvin.

Bryan Harris: Garvin? I need the pepper spray for Laura! That minx has been after me since day one.

Jimmy Yates: In your dreams.

Alan Ducard: Highly unlikely.

The two competitors, still locking eyes seem to get fed up with the stare down at the same time. As Garvin stalks to the center of the ring Seton sends herself running to the opposite ropes, bounces, and comes charging back. Garvin scoops her up into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker – but Seton is moving too quickly and she rolls right off his knee. Seton lands on her feet, runs to the far ropes, bounces, and comes charging again. Garvin is ready with a big boot!! Seton evades this with a duck-and-roll tumble maneuver, escaping the impact!! She’s right back up, hits the ropes again, bounce, and she comes charging forward a third time – she goes for a CROSS BODY!! But Garvin catches her, lifting up her leg GARVIN SPINS LAURA SLOWLY, MAKING A FULL 180, LIFTING HER HIGHER ONLY THE PLANT HER WITH A SIDEWALK SLAM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!

Alan Ducard: That has definitely shifted the momentum…

Jimmy Yates: … And here comes Garvin!!

Garvin steps over the top rope, heading towards the roll of duct tape on the announce table while leaving Laura in the ring. He walks down the steel steps and makes his way to the roll. He picks up the tape and stares at the announcers for a moment.

Bryan Harris: Uh… Hi?

Frank turns around and you can hear one of the announcers sigh with relief.

Bryan Harris: … Jimbo, what’s that smell, you just crap yourself?

Jimmy Yates: Shut-it Harris!!

Seton is back up and the crowd gets behind her. She runs at Garvin as he heads to the apron, DROP KICK through the middle and low rope, CATCHES GARVIN IN THE FACE AND SENDS HIM INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!

Jimmy Yates: Woah!!

Bryan Harris: Watch it, freak!!

Seton is back on her feet inside the ring and she makes her way to the corner attempting to ascend the turnbuckle, but Garvin is RIGHT THERE on the outside, even after the drop kick. He grabs Laura by the ankle as she tries to climb to the top turn buckle and YANKS her to the apron. Garvin, while still standing on the outside, DUCT TAPES LAURA’S ANKE TO THE LOW ROPE!!

Bryan Harris: Wow, that was like watching a professional hog tie!!

The crowd starts to rally behind Laura as Garvin climbs the stairs and steps slowly over the top rope. With a look of frantic fear on her face Laura struggles with the duct tape that has fastened her ankle to the rope. Try as she might -- she cannot get free. Garvin places the roll of tape down in the center of the ring then comes back to Laura who is still struggling. He suddenly STOMPS Laura on the back of her shoulder. She falls to her back, still tied to the low rope via duct tape around her ankle. Laura puts her arms up to cover her face – STOMP TO THE FOREARM!! Garvin lift his foot again STOMP TO THE RIBS!!

Jimmy Yates: This is sick!! She’s trapped!!

The crowd shouts “Four!!” as Garvin STOMPs Laura in the ribs again!!

Alan Ducard: And now the crowd seems to be enjoying a counting game!!

“Five!” STOMP to the abdomen, Laura moves her arms to block her bruised midsection.

“Six!” STOMP to the Sternum!!

“Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten!!” Four quick stomps to the sternum, Laura’s small frame bounces limply and she is no longer trying to block the boot of Frank Garvin.

Jimmy Yates: Dammit Rollins!! She’s out cold!! Throw in the towel!!

“Eleven, Twelve!!” Two more boot stomps to the shoulder!!

Alan Ducard: This is a gruesome display of brutality…

“THIRTEEN!!” STOMP TO THE FACE!!

Referee Travis Rollins tries his best to push Garvin away as he checks Laura for the knock-out.

Rollins lifts the limp arm of Laura Seton.

LAURA MAKES A FIST AND SHAKES IT IN THE AIR!!

Bryan Harris: My God - She’s dumber then she looks!! Stay down girlie!!

Alan Ducard: Very resilient… Amazing!!

Referee Travis Rollins reluctantly moves out of the way as Laura is not KO’d. Laura may have had the strength to shake her fist, but she is barely moving now. Garvin kneels down beside her and YANKS the strapped ankle free of the duct tape binding her to the low rope. He drags Laura to the center of the ring and picks up the duct tape roll he placed there earlier. Laura tries to stir as Garvin pulls off a small piece of duct tape. Kneeling down beside Laura he places the piece of tape across her mouth.

Bryan Harris: Good idea, chick’s got halitosis.

Garvin stands up and Laura suddenly rolls out of the way as Garvin goes for another stomp. Laura is up and tries to take the tape from her mouth as Frank comes after her. She ducks an outstretched arm and runs to the ropes, bounces, comes charging back GARVIN LEVELS SETON WITH A BIG BOOT!! Laura gets right back up, but she’s clearly out of it, Garvin scoops her up and plants her again with a single-arm body slam!! Garvin kneels beside Laura…

Jimmy Yates: My god what now?

FRANK GARVIN WRAPS BOTH HANDS AROUND LAURA’S NECK AND STARTS CHOKING HER VIOLENTLY!!

Referee Rollins is right there for the DQ 5-count!!

“One!!“

Rollins is counting quicker then regulation as Garvin squeezes tighter.

“Two!!”

… Laura’s yell for help is completely muffled by the duct tape across her mouth!!

“Three!!”

… Seton’s legs kick frantically and wildly below her out of desperation!!

“FOUR!”

Frank breaks the hold and the referee gets in his face.

Bryan Harris: Ironically if he decides to strangle her with the duct tape that would be legal.

Jimmy Yates: Let’s not give him any ideas…

Rollins is still in Garvin’s business, he clearly does not want to see any more choke holds in this match. Laura gets up, stumbling and exhausted; she RIPS off the duct tape from over her mouth while the ref continues to warn Frank.

Bryan Harris: Hmm, I have to say she looks kind of cute without the mustache!!

Jimmy Yates: She’s nearly getting killed out there and you make mustache jokes!? You’re a class act, Bryan, a class act.

Laura is bent over, struggling to refill her lungs with air. Garvin sees this and walks past the referee. Suddenly Laura springs to life, she reaches up with the piece of duct tape still in her hands – SHE PLACES THE DUCT TAPE OVER GARVIN’S EYES!!

Jimmy Yates: NICE!!

Garvin only smiles at this but Laura reaches up and BELL CLAPS GARVIN IN THE FACE!! – This tightens the duct tape over his eye lids!! Garvin throws a blind clothes line that barely misses the referee. Laura starts getting pumped and the crowd gets behind her as well as Frank circles around with the tape over his eyes Garvin is swinging punches and kicks blindly, getting nothing but air. Laura sizes him up and hits a DROP KICK TO THE SIDE OF THE KNEE!! GARVIN GOES DOWN WITH A THUD!!. Laura follows up with a HAND SPRING INTO A DOUBLE KNEE DROP!! She nails the fallen Garvin in the neck and shoulder with her knees!! With newfound energy Laura suddenly climbs her way to the top turnbuckle. The crowd starts shouting and chanting “Lau-ra!! Lau-ra!! Lau-ra!!” as she waits for Garvin to get to his feet. Garvin stands and tarts picking at the duct tape strapped tightly across his eyes – MISSLE DROP KICK!! The big man goes down again and Laura climbs the opposite ropes as the Laura chant gets louder!! “LAU-RA!! LAU-RA!! LAU-RA!!”

Jimmy Yates: Seton’s winning them over here in Omaha!!

From the top turn buckle again, Seton leaps!! FLYING ELBOW DROP!! SHE MAKES THE PIN!!

Rollins with the count--

One!!

Two!!

Thr- KICKOUT!!

Garvin kicks out and Seton can’t believe it. Frank reaches up and GRABS SETON BY THE HAIR!! She shouts out in pain as she holds on to his wrist to keep her hair from ripping out. Garvin sits up and with his free hand Garvin RIPS THE DUCT TAPE OFF FROM OVER HIS EYES!! The crowd empathisis withn shouts of pain as the sound of the tape being ripped echoes from the center of the arena!!

Bryan Harris: I think I’m going to be sick!!

Jimmy Yates: I hope he didn’t like what was left of his eyelashes!!

Garvin gets up, his eyelids a sickly red from the trauma of ripping off the duct tape. He pulls Seton up by her hair then LIFTS HER BY THE NECK – TOSSING HER BACK FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!! She lands on her feet and stumbles forward right into his arms. He lifts her up as if for a body slam but then kneels down hitting a BACK BREAKER!! Not letting her go after the maneuver he stands again, hoisting her up Frank holds Laura up in the air as if for a vertical suplex. He holds her there for a long moment, then Frank falls forward DRIVING HER FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT!!

Bryan Harris: He’s being awfully harsh against a girl he supposedly likes…

Jimmy Yates: Hmm, perhaps he’s mad that she’s chosen Turner over him?

Bryan Harris: Yuck; it’s like pickin’ dirt over mud.

Garvin stands over Laura who is now barely moving. He does not go for the pin, instead he looks around, searching for something. He spots the duct tape roll.

Jimmy Yates: Wait -- why doesn’t he go for the pin!?

Bryan Harris: I think he wants some more duct tape action.

Garvin grabs Seton’s wrists, and STRAPS them together with the duct tape, circling the wrists several times. He helps her to her feet and smiles down at her as she has difficulty standing. Seeing his smile Laura suddenly comes alive again, nailing a few quick kicks to the mid section. Franks SHOVES her back first into a turn buckle. She manages to prop herself on the low rope – jumps and with her wrists still tied together nails a DOUBLE AXE HANDLE SMASH!! Garvin goes down!! He doesn’t fall too hard and as he gets up Laura is able to get an awkward side head lock and takes him down again with a RUNNING BULLDOG!! Laura gets up and she frantically tries to remove the tape from her wrists, even trying to bite herself free. Garvin is up and he stands behind her loomingly. She turns and Garvin GRABS HER BY THE FACE WITH BOTH HANDS -- STICKING HIS THUMBS IN HER MOUTH GARVIN SHAPES HER LIPS INTO A SMILE!!

Alan Ducard: I’ve heard about this move!! It’s the crooked smile!!

Bryan Harris: I don’t want to imagine what this guys fingers taste like…

Laura throws her arms in the air, knocking his hands off of her face before he can complete the maneuver. Laura holds her tied up hands together like one big fist; she reaches down low then jumps up high, swinging both fists in a wide arc and NAILS Garvin in the face. She reaches down again and CLUBS FRANK ACROSS THE FACE IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!! Garvin is teetering but before he can fall Laura jumps up again, putting her arms up and hooking herself around the back of his neck by the duck tape on her wrists. She looks up into his eyes.

Bryan Harris: My God… are they about to make out??

Garvin moves his head down looking for a kiss!!

Jimmy Yates: I cannot believe it!!

Laura turns her chin down, pulls on Garvin’s neck with both arms, LEAPS into the air swinging her legs and landing a HUGE JAWBREAKER!!

Alan Ducard: Well played!!

Laura yanks her arms from around Garvin’s neck and shouts for Rollins to make the count as she makes the cover.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!

Rollins calls for the bell as Laura gets up.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

The Highlight of the Night: Hey, Rawlings, I've been looking for you. I tried to call you before the show but it was going straight to V-Mail.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh god... Whats wrong now?

HOTN: Well, we haven't seen anything from you this week, and The Director called to see if you wanted to put together any promotional material for the show, and well, you weren't answering the phone. In fact, for being part of "The Entourage" the last time we heard from you, you were rambling about a grand plan and talking a little trash to me. So now that I have finally have you tracked down, how about you level with me about your plan, and just how you are planning to bring some gold to The Entourage tonight?

Dawson crosses his arms, looking Rawlings over, waiting for an answer.

Stephen Rawlings: The reason you havent heard from me is because I've had nothing to say... Im wrestling Devestation AGAIN, and I already have said EVERYTHING I need to say about him the other 20 times I beat him...

Stephen leans against the wall and crosses his arms as well.

Stephen Rawlings: As for my plan?

He smirks.

Stephen Rawlings: It's a good one

The larger Dawson steps forward to Rawlings, glaring at him, and speaks in a serious tone. Gone for the moment is the primadona arrogance, revealing that latent mean-streak.

HOTN: Alright Rawlings, play it your way, and I will tell you this one time and one time only. That "plan" is the only thing that has kept me from slapping the taste out of your mouth after last week. You are supposed to be one of The Entourage, and either you are in this for the long haul, or you are using us, and JJ and me don't take kindly to being exploited.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey hey hey.... As my old buddy Herb Mox says... Chilax... The plan is good... The plan is better than good it's GREAT! ... But if I give up ALL my secrets right now... Especially with a camera standing behind me...

Looks at the camera...

Stephen Rawlings: There won't be any surprises! Next show I promise I'll reveal something MAJOR about my plan to you... Just please... Trust me! Oh.. and my match tonight? Not part of the plan... I'm going to win back the Tao of Valor title... Just for the fun of it.

Stephen Rawlings smirks again.

HOTN: Fine.... But the bottomline is this.. , if that plan of yours doesn't pan out, and you fail to bring home some gold? Well then next time you want to get in my face, all bets are off.

Out of the corner of his eye, Stephen Rawlings sees Ron Bailey coming down the hallway. Stephen points him out to Dawson.

Stephen Rawlings: Who is that guy? He the valet that parked my car?

HOTN: Uh ... weren't you paying attention last week? That's Ron Bailey. He's the guy who gave JJ up for Cronos last week. Obviously he's not our our Christmas card list right now.

Stephen Rawlings: RIGHT! I knew that.... I always forget about people who don't matter... What'd he do to JJ again?

HOTN: Bailey had JJ in a submission hold - hey it happens to great athletes, and just when JJ was looking to break it, Bailey switches out and gives up the match to Cronos! He gave away a victory, which is his own stupid fault, and really the only reason we haven't gone after him yet. If he's willing to give up on winning, then he's probably not going to rise far enough up the card to be a true threat for us.

Stephen Rawlings: Right... That was bad! He needs to pay!

Stephen stands up straight and cracks his knuckles, and begins to alk over to him. He stops and turns to Dawson.

Stephen Rawlings: You coming or what? He made JJ look like Justin Moreno! A LOSER! We have to do something about this!

HOTN: Bailey isn't worth the trouble man. You have Devastation tonight, and apparently Cronos is going to be a thorn in our side longer than anticipated. We don't need our attention divided any further.

However, the advice falls on deaf ears, as Rawlings is already set on his course of action.

Stephen Rawlings: Well.. I'ma go talk to the bastard!

With Helena Fitzgerald standing next to him, Ron Bailey takes a bite out of an apple. Since he's not in action tonight, Ron's just dressed in #24 Georgia Bulldogs Knowshon Moreno jersey overtop of a black hooded sweatshirt, a pair of jeans rounding out the flow. Stephen walks up to Ron Bailey.

Stephen Rawlings: Hi RON BAILEY!!! How you doing?????

He knocks Ron's apple to the floor and then just stands there staring. Ron looks down at the apple, then back up at Helena, then over at Rawlings incredulously.

Ron Bailey: Whoa, what’d that apple ever do to you?!

Stephen Rawlings: Oh... Don't play cool with me Bailey... You're a punk a you know it!

Again Ron looks over at Helena, who has heard enough.

Helena Fitzgerald: Mr…

Ron Bailey: …Rawlings

Helena Fitzgerald: Mr. Rawlings, we’re a tad busy right now, is there something that you need?

Ron Bailey: Yeah, and don’t be saying an apple, because that’s what you need to be going and getting for me to replace the one you just knocked out of my hand.

Showing his disgust, Ron kicks the round piece of fruit down the corridor, then looks back up at Stephen.

Stephen Rawlings: What I need is for you to understand something. What I need is for you shut your mouth long enough from making corny ass jokes to realize something... What I need is for you to sit there and listen while I teach you something... And that something is important... Yes it is! That something is the most important thing you will ever learn... because not only will you need it if you EVER, and I mean EVER want to make it above show opening matches in this business, but if you want to live...

Stephen looks both ways and leans in close so that he can whisper in Ron's ear.

Stephen Rawlings: Don't you ever let someone beat an Entourage member again! ESPECIALLY Cronos. It makes us look bad... And the Entourage CAN'T look bad. We're Elite... Remember?

Ron stifles laughter and looks at Helena Fitzgerald, who doesn’t look too amused.

Ron Bailey: First of all, you need to learn to just get to the point instead of all that “I need to teach you something, you need to learn something, I’m going to buy you a book and write you a note and telegraph you a message for you to understand” stuff. Secondly…

Ron can’t help it, he lets out a quick chuckle.

Ron Bailey: The Entourage is SUPPOSED to be “elite”, but if that ain’t true, which it’s not, then I don’t see how that’s my problem at all. Your boy BC4 was going to be losing, just a matter of whether I got my hand raised or if Cronos did. In fact, you can think of it this way – I saved your boy from a post-match beat down, ‘cause there ain’t no way that Cronos was going to be in the ring with John James after that match without finding a way to get SOME retribution. So basically… you should be thanking me… bitch.

Stephen Rawlings: You have a big mouth for such a little head... The fact that James wasn’t going to WIN the match isn’t the point here! And it certainly ain’t about you saving James from a beat down... We wouldn’t of let that happen. Cronos wouldn’t of laid a finger on James after the match...

Stephen points at himself.

Stephen Rawlings: I woulda made sure of that one myself. The fact is boy-o.... that you had the win... You coulda been the victor... just like that...

Rawlings snaps his fingers.

Stephen Rawlings: But you... You gave that all up, just so a member of the Entourage could look bad... So a member of the Entourage could... LOSE TO CRONOS....

Stephen shivers.

Stephen Rawlings: That had nothing to do with you! NOTHING! But you had to get involved... And now because of that... And because I am a.... proud... member of Entourage... I'm involved... And I don't like to be involved in stuff...

Getting frustrated, Stephen changes course.

Stephen Rawlings: I just like to wrestle matches and win titles... But when I am involved in something... I don't quit until every spec of it is gone... Has been made into nothing more than a microbe on the soul of my shoe... And now that I am involved with you and your silly panderings into other peoples affairs...

Ron rolls his eyes and interjects.

Ron Bailey: What’s your point?

Stephen Rawlings: My point?! I'm not going to quit until I finish off you AND Cronos for good! Until you both are done with this little fantasy you are living in where the Entourage isn't elite, and where anything BUT the Entourage matters... It will wiped away! YOU GOT ME? GOOD! BITE ON THAT APPLE, *SSHOLE!

He storms back to Dawson who shakes his head with disaproval at what Rawlings just did, leaving Ron Bailey and Helena Fitzgerald all alone.

Jimmy Yates: This match could go along way to determine who gets the first shot at the No Limits title in 2009, whether the champion after tonight is Issac Entragian or Derek Shane.

Alan Ducard: Back at STRIFE 45 Mostafa Bashir came to the ring and attacked Fallen Angel during his match, and at the time no one knew why the Beast from Kandahar got involved. After that show, we heard from Mostafa Bashir, and it turns out that he got involved against Fallen Angel because of the way Fallen Angel got involved in the Showcase Match at the LEGACY X pre-show, attacking Allen Franks – who Mostafa Bashir has grown close to during their training with Ron Bailey.

Bryan Harris: You know why the people of Afghanistan were okay that Mostafa Bashir was coming to America? Because he’s not playing with a full deck. I mean, how smart can Bashir be if he’s trying to piss off a guy like Fallen Angel?

Jimmy Yates: Mostafa Bashir is a tough guy, and I don’t think he has much cause to fear anyone.

Alan Ducard: This No Limits atmosphere plays to the strengths of both Fallen Angel and Mostafa Bashir, but due to the increasing popularity of this division, the match was increased into a Triple Threat, adding in Damien Black, who came very close to becoming the No Limits Champion at LEGACY X. Also with his history with Fallen Angel, that makes things even more intriguing here tonight.

Bryan Harris: I agree that this match wouldn’t look nearly as good on paper with just Mostafa Bashir and Fallen Angel in it, and I think we should get down to the footage to find out what went down.

Bryan Harris: So much action thus far from these three, and they’re not getting a break at all! Makes you almost not want to hit a move like that, where Nathan didn’t even get a chance to see where the other competitor was after hitting that sidewalk slam.

Jimmy Yates: Since when are you on a first name basis with Fallen Angel?

Bryan Harris: I’m not, but he sounds less frightening when you call him Nathan.

Alan Ducard: Unless he doesn’t want you to call him that, and then you possibly open yourself up to a having a reason to be afraid of him.

Grabbing Mostafa Bashir by the arm, Damien Black lifts his other opponent up off the mat, but he’s met with a hard left hand that rocks him back. Bashir gets to his feet and sends another left in, but Damien blocks it and connects with a right forearm. Mostafa battles back and connects with a hard right hand that takes Black back a step, but Damien shoots in and kicks his opponent in the gut, doubling over the Beast from Kandahar.

Pulling Bashir into a facelock, Damien begins connecting with knee-strikes on his opponent. Having momentarily knocked the fight out of his opponent, Damien hoists Mostafa up off the mat and sets up for a fallaway slam, but before he can connect with anything, Black gets caught with a clothesline by Fallen Angel. Damien lands flat on his back with Mostafa Bashir on top of him, so referee Don Bower makes the count.

One!

Two!!

No!!

Jimmy Yates: Fallen Angel gets to his knees, sees the situation at hand and immediately crashes down on Mostafa Bashir, breaking up the pinfall attempt.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think that would’ve ended up with Mostafa Bashir getting the win, but I guess you never can be too sure in a triple threat match.

Alan Ducard: Were this an elimination style match, maybe Fallen Angel would’ve let the referee’s count go uninterrupted, but in this match, it worked to his advantage because not only did he keep the match from ending, but he does a bit of extra damage.

Shoving Mostafa Bashir off of Damien Black, Fallen Angel moves in and starts drilling Damien with mounted punches. Black tries to cover up, but the long arms of Fallen Angel give him an advantage, and he’s able to connect with about half of his attempts. Getting up, Mostafa sees what’s going on, and he charges in and connects with a running knee shot to the side of Fallen Angel’s head.

Jimmy Yates: What a huge impactful knee by the Beast from Kandahar, and if Mostafa Bashir wanted some revenge on Fallen Angel, I’d say that went pretty far!!

Alan Ducard: And Bashir isn’t done just yet!

Moving into a mounted position, Mostafa begins to choke Fallen Angel with both hands, much to the excitement of the fans. Rolling over, Damien Black works his way back up off the mat. Spotting this, Mostafa Bashir gets up from his mounted position choking Fallen Angel and drills Damien with in the head with a hard right hand. Grabbing Black around the abdomen, Mostafa lifts him up off the mat into a bear hug.

Bryan Harris: Good strategy by Mostafa Bashir to wear down both of his opponents with the chokehold and now the bearhug. He’s showing some promise in there!

Alan Ducard: Some might attribute that to his training with Ron Bailey.

Jimmy Yates: Damien Black is fighting to get out of this hold…

Hammering into Mostafa’s head a few times doesn’t seem to help Damien Black break up the bearhug, so he reaches in and gouges Bashir in the eye. Wanting to get Damien to stop, Mostafa lets go of the the bear hug and shoves Damien backwards. As Bashir steps forwards to try to follow up, Damien Black spins around, catching the Beast from Kandahar with a spinning backfist to the side of his face. Stunning him for a moment, Damien grabs Mostafa by the wrist and sends him into the corner with an irish whip.

Turning around, Damien Black heads over to where Fallen Angel is getting up off the mat, but when he gets there, Damien gets stopped in his tracks with a thrust to the throat. Grabbing Black by the throat, Fallen Angel lifts his opponent up off the mat, and as Damien starts to fight it, Nathan turns and tosses Damien a few feet, causing him to hit the turnbuckle back first. Fallen Angel runs in and connects with a clothesline, dropping him down to the mat. Spotting Mostafa Bashir coming out of the far corner, Fallen Angel moves over and hits him with a running shoulder block, putting him down onto the mat. Remembering his other opponent, Fallen Angel picks Mostafa up off the mat and sends him across the ring with an irish whip, and Mostafa’s momentum causes him to barrel right into Damien Black.

Alan Ducard: Fallen Angel really starting to take control of the offense here.

Bryan Harris: He’s a great competitor, Big Al, you shouldn’t sound so surprised.

Alan Ducard: I wasn’t surprised, I was just stating…

Bryan Harris: So now what are you saying about Damien Black and Mostafa Bashir?

Moving to the corner where his two opponents are laid out on the mat, Fallen Angel shoves Mostafa aside and hoists Damien up off the mat, lifting him clear up over his head. Pivoting, Fallen Angel drops Black onto his shoulder and drives him down into the mat with a modified powerslam. Getting to his feet, Fallen Angel backs up and stretches his arms after hoisting Damien up that high. After seeing that Mostafa Bashir is still on the mat, Fallen Angel turns his attention back on Damien Black, only to find him working his way up to his feet. Sensing an opportunity, Fallen Angel just watches for a moment, and Black then stumbles towards the middle of the ring, and Fallen Angel ducks his shoulder and hoists Damien up into a fireman’s carry position…

Alan Ducard: Fallen Angel could be looking for The Euphoria… No! Damien Black falls back down to his feet!

After maneuvering himself off Fallen Angel’s shoulders, Damien drives a forearm into his opponent’s back, then connects with a double axe handle smash. Grabbing one of Fallen Angel’s arms, Damien Black pulls it across his opponent’s own throat, locking him into the cutthroat position, then grabs onto his shoulders, but before he can go any further, Damien Black gets drilled from behind by Mostafa Bashir, who hits a massive axhandle smash. The moment Damien’s feet hit the mat, he throws an elbow backwards, drilling Bashir in the side of the head.

Jimmy Yates: All three competitors on their feet!

Bryan Harris: Whoa, and we’re about to get a fourth person to join this fracas!

Charging down the ramp, Chris Turner comes right up the steel steps and enters the ring. Surprising everyone with his presence, Turner charges in to go after Damien Black, who ducks a clothesline attempt. Chris’ momentum takes him past Damien Black, and he connects with an unsuspecting Fallen Angel, knocking him backwards, both men falling through the ropes and falling to the outside.

Alan Ducard: In a No Limits situation, Chris Turner’s involvement isn’t illegal.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think that’s the result Chris Turner was going for!

Bryan Harris: That guy is so out of control that there’s no way he could’ve stopped himself!

Turning his attention back on his opponent, Damien Black connects with a right hand to the side of Mostafa Bashir’s face. Driving his knee into Bashir’s gut, Damien doubles over his opponent. As Mostafa works his way up off the mat slowly, Damien grabs him in, hooks his arms, puts his head into position and then dives backwards with the cutthroat pedigree.

Alan Ducard: Heads-up move by Damien Black to take control and hit the Excommunicator, and this could be it!

Referee Don Bower moves in and starts to make the count.

One…

Two…!

Chris Turner on his feet outside the ring, and all he can do is watch.

THREE!!

Getting to his knees, Bower signals for the bell.

Jimmy Yates: Damien Black gets back on track here in the No Limits division with a big win here tonight, and you’d have to think that heading into 2009, he might be considered for another shot at Issac Entragian and the No Limits Championship.

Alan Ducard: A fact clearly not lost on Chris Turner, who desperately wants to be a part of the No Limits Division, kept out of it by the front office because they don’t feel he can control himself.

Bryan Harris: Acting like that doesn’t help his cause at all, but frankly I think it’s crazy that they won’t let him give it a try. Why should No Limits guys have to control themselves?! Why can’t they just go nuts on their opponents?!

Jimmy Yates: This division wasn’t set up to allow murder to occur inside the ring, it’s just set up for a different type of competitor. Like the front office, I’m not so sure Chris Turner is able to control himself enough to keep from maiming someone, especially given the types of weapons we’ve seen him attempt to use in the past, namely against Damien Black. And you’d have to think that Fallen Angel might be angry about Chris Turner’s involvement here tonight, because he desperately wanted to win this match, and Turner took that away from him.

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*Static*

Words or rather “names” fly across the screen for the viewers at home and on the LEGACY Vision big screen as “Touch, Peel, Stand” by Days of the New hits announcing the presence of …

“The Can’t Miss Kid”

“The Next Superstar”

“One in a Million”

“Limitless Potential”

Matthew Dawson

“The Highlight of the Night”

*Static*

When the live video feed then comes to life, we find none other than Matthew Dawson, dressed in a burgundy button-up shirt, collar unbuttoned, charcoal gray pants, and a necklace around his neck just barely visible with the open collar. He’s alone, as he stands in front of the LEGACY interview set, holding a microphone.

The Highlight of the Night (HOTN): Intern Avery wanted to know if he could get a few words with me earlier tonight concerning what happened last week, but frankly, the spotlight on this interview set is only big enough for one of us, I told that little twerp to take a hike.

The crowd boos over Dawson’s treatment of the resident fan-favorite and constantly improving interviewer.

HOTN: Now, I know that I’m not booked here tonight, but being the ever-gracious member of The Entourage, and being ever the model of The Elite, I decided to make a statement here tonight, and grace the spotlight with my presence once again.

Dawson smiles that broad beaming smile, as if truly believing Strife wouldn’t be the same show without him performing.

HOTN: Besides, with Devastation in action here again tonight, someone has to do something to keep this crowd awake and put some electricity into this atmosphere. It’s quite the task even for me, The Highlight of the Night, seeing as how this is Omaha, which is almost as boring as Devastation.

The fans jeer Dawson now relentlessly for his comments, not just about Devastation, but about their fair city.

HOTN: Now, now, don’t worry kiddies, your entertainment needs are safe with me, because it’s quite clear that I’m up to the challenge, just like I was up to the challenge last week in the match, that was the true main event of the evening, not that High School Musical style drama that unfortunately ended the evening. You know what should have ended the evening? With hand raised in victory, I should have end the show by receiving the Tao of Valor Championship. I am a king among men, and I merely await the formality of receiving my crown.

The fans are just truly sickened by Dawson’s arrogance and a huge “asshole” chant swells up from the arena.

HOTN: Now, I know Stephen Rawlings has the shot at Devastation this week, but this war between myself and The Black Hole of Charisma– is far from over. Now one might not realize that at first glance considering The Baron of Boring went right back to his stupid little gym to cut the same lame promo like he always does. *Yawn* But I digress, I did watch the whole thing with my trusty supply of Red Bull, and you know what happened? Devastation went “W” on me. Devastation went on a pre-emptive strike, talking about what I was going to do here this evening.

In fact, instead of being his normally, fully-focused self, Devastation spent some significant time dwelling on yours truly, sweating the fact that I would come out here and “cheapen” his so-called “victory” by bringing up Cronos Diamante and his involvement in the match.

The Highlight of the Night’s smile comes back, and there’s almost a “gotcha” tone in his voice.

HOTN: Well, thank you very much “champ” you opened the door and brought it up yourself, probably because its eating you alive inside. For someone with so much pride in being self-reliant and in doing things the right way according to an antiquated code of ethics, the fact that you needed Cronos Diamante to get the job done must be eating you alive inside. It must be turning you inside out that you cherry-picked me with the Decapitator and took the win like a hypocrite.

For you to actually spend your time talking about what I might say, instead of your match with Rawlings is proof enough that deep down you know you didn’t beat me. Deep down you know that on that night, I had your number. That flip-piledriver reversal of your precious little Decapitator was literally the move of the night – just check out the fan forums – everyone is talking about my performance. Your championship reign was ended before it even began, and every match you have with that belt from here on out, you know deep down inside that you don’t deserve it, and every time you defend the belt you disgracing that title … this company … and this industry.

Dawson shakes his head in disgust.

The Highlight of the Night: I got to you “champ”. I got inside your head just like I said I would. Our match showed that. Your promotional work this week shows that. I don’t know how, and I don’t know when, but we will meet again, and next time …

Next time … you will not deny the king.

*Static*

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Jimmy Yates: This match was confirmed by Smith Cartwright before all hell could break loose at Strife 45, after the challenge was made by The Diabolik and accepted by Crazy Boy on behalf of his partners.

Bryan Harris: Well I certainly don’t like the odds for “The Super Friends” as they were termed by their opponents. The Diabolik and JT are hoping mad, and after what happened at LEGACY-X you can bet they will be bringing their A-games tonight, no doubt about it.

Jimmy Yates: With these eight men in the ring, this will no doubt be one of the biggest, hardest hitting matches in LEGACY history, especially with the singles and tag team rivalries already existing between these teams.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy and John Thomas, The Diabolik and Domination, and Crash and The Outlaw? This one is going to be explosive, and I for one can’t wait for the footage.

Jimmy Yates: So maestro, if you please?

Alan Ducard: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have no explanation for this rather confusing and intriguing situation we’ve been presented with here at the beginning of this match. John Thomas is not at ringside, and from what we saw earlier involving The Diabolik and J.T. he may very well NOT be involved in this match.

Bryan Harris: I think he’s out of this one Alan as The Diabolik seem ready to go, and after Klinton Porter has talked with Crash just now, he seems to be satisfied as well. So here we go, we’re going to have a four-on-three match here, and I like these odds – a brilliant move by The Diabolik.

Jimmy Yates: You have to be kidding me Bryan! The Diabolik may have had a chance with even odds, but being down a man, I don’t think they have a shot to win this match, not against the talent opposing them.

Bryan Harris: It’s all about the mental game Jimbo, and since you are a mental midget like most of the fans here in Omaha, I wouldn’t expect you to understand without an explanation, and even there is little hope. Normally the clowns that these fans cheer are the ones on the short end of a handicap situation, and now that they have the numbers advantage, they won’t really know how to operate.

Alan Ducard: While I’d hardly agree about Jimmy’s mental prowess, you may have a point about not knowing about how to play the favorite. However, both teams had better figure out their plans of attack in a hurry because Klinton Porter is signaling for the bell and this one is off and running!

The Outlaw, CB, and Domination break their huddle in the corner and VENOM steps forwards first and James Win is the first to step up to VENOM. Win, already talking trash when he steps forward, meets VENOM’s fist with his face, and he goes from standing to the canvas in one shot, much to the delight of the crowd.

Jimmy Yates: James Win is always running his mouth, and it looks as if VENOM is more than willing to shut it for him.

Alan Ducard: VENOM has already moved in on the “All-Star” and O’Reily scoops Win up only to slams him down to the canvas with the bodyslam, and VENOM off the ropes and he connects with the big elbow drop down on Win’s chest and there’s a quick cover!

ONE – Kickout!

Bryan Harris: Pathetic, barely a one count!

Alan Ducard: No it didn’t get the pin, but O’Reily outweighs James Win by over seventy pounds or five stone if you’re like John Iley and me, and he just forced James Win to expend energy to kick out of that simple pin.

Bryan Harris: I think you may have just confused all of these hayseed fans here in Omaha, just like The Diabolik are going to confuse the meatheads in that opposite corner and win this match. Win may have had to kick out, but he’s about to run circles around VENOM.

After the kickout, VENOM kept on Win, kicking him in the midsection and sending him into the ropes, and catching him with a clothesline on the return. Now, the slightly larger member of the World Tag Team Champions pulls Win to his feet and tosses him into his corner, and makes the tag to RAGE.

Alan Ducard: Excellent work here by Domination, keeping Win in there half of the ring and making the quick tag to get the fresh man into the contest.

Jimmy Yates: You don’t get to be Tag Team Champions in LEGACY without developing some good team chemistry and learning the real ins and outs of wrestling a tag team match.

Alan Ducard: RAGE comes into the ring quickly as VENOM holds Win vulnerable RAGE buries the boot into his exposed ribs, and now RAGE taking over, hooking the arm, and taking Win back up and over with the suplex. RAGE now making the cover on Win …

ONE

TW-NO! Win manages to get the shoulder up, and Win looks to be in some real trouble here.

Bryan Harris: Win is an excellent athlete, a true “All-Star” and all he’s going to need is an opening to turn this match right around.

RAGE tosses Win to the ropes, and on the rebound Win goes up and over with the big back body drop! RAGE moves in on The All-Star, stalking him and as Win starts to stand …

Alan Ducard: RAGE is sizing up The All-Star for that big time clothesline he calls “The Fury” and here he comes Win staggers and drop toe hold reversal!

Jimmy Yates: I’d have much preferred to see Win get hammered into the middle of next week by RAGE, but that was a great avoid and reversal to take the big man down to the canvas.

Bryan Harris: What’d I tell you Jimbo, Win just needed an opening!

Alan Ducard: James win comes off the ropes and kicks RAGE in the face as he tries to push up to his feet, and there’s a second kick to the head, and a third.

Bryan Harris: Why’s he kicking RAGE in the head? It’s not like it’s going to really damage anything? Go for the legs Win, go for the legs.

Jimmy Yates: Again with the cracks about Domination’s intelligence Bryan, they have come a very long way since they started in LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: And I think they’ve peaked Jimbo, I think they’ve peaked, and it won’t be any more obvious then when The Diabolik takes this match.

After delivering multiple kicks to the head, Win allows RAGE to get back to his feet before coming off the ropes, and hitting him with a spinning neckbreaker. Win pops back to his feet, and looks over to his opponents’ corner, and proceeds to jaw with VENOM, drawing the former to try and head into the ring, only for Klinton Porter to admonish him. With the official’s back turned, Win stands RAGE up near the ring ropes only for Anselm to hit a clothesline on him from the side, along the apron. RAGE staggers forward into Win, who quickly plants him with the DDT.

Alan Ducard: Credit Gryffin on the assist and Win on the follow up DDT, and Win now on RAGE with the cover!

ONE

TWO

T-NO! Solid two, nearly a three count, but RAGE gets the shoulder off the canvas. Win isn’t happy about the kick out and he drops a knee on RAGE’s face, and now he’s trying to pull the bigger man up to his feet and he does, and there’s a kick to the midsection and he’s going for the Starburst #1 (Pedigree)! Win hooks the arms and … NO! RAGE lifts up and backdrops Win out of the move! RAGE is looking to make the tag, and here comes Win with a dropkick to the back of the knee. RAGE goes down to one knee, and here comes Win off the ropes and RAGE steps up and hooks him in a scrapbuster slam!

Jimmy Yates: Both men are down now, and both of them are heading to their respective corners to make a tag. RAGE is in the lead, and the fans here in Omaha are cheering “RAGE” – urging him on to make that tag first!

Bryan Harris: Even if RAGE does make that tag first, he’s going to be met by Crash or Gryffin Anselm, and I don’t think anyone on that side of the ring is going to be able to just rush in and take down either of those two amazing fighters.

Both men approach their corners, and RAGE tags in VENOM with a resounding smack, and VENOM rushes into the ring like a mad bull, while Win tag in Gryffin Anselm, who steps in to meet VENOM. The fighters meet about half way between The Diabolik corner and the center of the ring and VENOM initiates the violence with a huge right hand. Gryffin fires back with a right of his own, but VENOM would not be denied and he hits a big uppercut and a headbutt sending Anselm back into the ropes.

Alan Ducard: VENOM with the Irish whip to Anselm, and Gryffin on the return and a HUGE powerslam from VENOM!

Jimmy Yates: That seemed to shake the ring on impact guy!

Bryan Harris: It was big, but I’m sure Anselm has been hit harder than that in his time.

Alan Ducard: VENOM drops the big elbow on Anselm, trying to further soften up Gryffin, and now he brings Anselm back to a vertical base, and there’s a right hand, and another, and he hooks Anselm, and he takes him up and over with a vertical suplex.

Jimmy Yates: Domination is really showing the power game here in this contest guys. Say what you want about them being “meatheads” Bryan, because right now that power and athletic ability is serving them quite well.

Alan Ducard: VENOM is up again, and he’s looking to send Gryffin back into his corner, but Anselm reverses, and sends VENOM into the ropes and on the rebound meets him with a kick to the gut and follows up with a gutwrench suplex.

Jimmy Yates: Credit where it’s due Ducard – that was pretty impressive to see Anselm get VENOM over like that. There wasn’t a lot of height on it, but he got a 300 pound man head over heels, and Gryffin may have taken back control in this contest.

Bryan Harris: Of course he did Jimbo – The Diabolik are about to take complete control, and even this up.

Alan Ducard: Gryffin now off the ropes and he drives the elbow down on VENOM’s head, and taking control of a stunned Steve O’Reily, he pulls the big man up and heads off the ropes and drives a big knee into his forehead, sending him right back down to the canvas.

Gryffin pulls VENOM to his feet and hooks him, looking to take him up and over with a suplex, but VENOM blocks the suplex, and tries one of his own, but Anselm blocks that attempt. Suddenly, VENOM slips around Anselm and moves into a waistlock, surprising Gryffin and the crowd with this attempt at a more technical attack, and he attempts to take Gryffin up and over with a German suplex. Anselm though reaches out and grabs the ropes, blocking the throw, and coming over from his position on the apron is Win, who slips through the ropes, leaps up, and dropkicks VENOM in the back of the head!

Alan Ducard: VENOM down to the canvas and Blade and company will stand for Win’s shenanigans no longer! Here comes Blade and CB around the ring after Win!

Bryan Harris: Oh come on its part of the game, and they are looking to turn this civilized wrestling match into a common street fight!

The Outlaw and CB take off after Win, with Blade being the first to grab Win and toss him hard into the barricade. Crash takes off from his corner to the melee going after Blade, catching him from behind with a clothesline to the head, with CB then in turn battling Win.

Jimmy Yates: This is out and out chaos gentlemen! Klinton Porter is a fine official, but how can he be expected to control this number of fighters, especially when there is so much hatred among them!

The Outlaw and Crash trade fists on the outside, battling near the announce table with Crash slamming Blade head first off the table, only for Blade to respond by charging and slamming Crash back first into the post. CB and Win look to be trading chops back and forth only for CB to reach in and scoop up Win to drop him down on his knee with the inverted atomic drop. Inside the ring, VENOM shook off the cobwebs from the dropkick to the back of the head as best he could to battle Anselm. Gryffin met him with a clothesline after the dropkick and then hit him with another knee to the head before going for the fireman’s carry set up to the Devastator, and VENOM dropping out and hitting the belly to back suplex. Both men fought to get back to their feet with Anselm cutting VENOM off from RAGE in the corner. Anselm charged and elbowed RAGE out of the corner with a cheap shot before booting RAGE and hooking him. Outside, CB thinking Win is down, goes to assist Blade against Crash to break the stalemate, but Win craftily moves in from behind and delivers a low blow!

Alan Ducard: Win with that dastardly low blow as Klinton Porter watches the action on the inside, and Anselm has RAGE on the arena floor as well! Gryffin with the hook on VENOM and … ELIMINATOR JACKHAMMER SLAM! Gryffin with the cover!

ONE

Jimmy Yates: WIN IS HANGING ON VENOM’S LEGS HOLDING HIM DOWN! PORTER DOESN’T SEE IT!

Alan Ducard: TWO

THREE!

Jimmy Yates: No! The Diabolik stole that fall!

Bryan Harris: They used their heads and have evened the score!

After the fall order was somewhat restored which lead to a more balanced, three-on-three affair for a few moments with all six men seeing some ring time and the momentum in the contest swinging back and forth with some notable highlights including Crash hitting a beautiful belly-to-belly on RAGE, CB hitting a text book missile dropkick (Crazy Drop) on Anselm, and RAGE hitting a belly-to-back suplex to chokeslam on Crash. As the footage once again starts we find RAGE and Crash doing battle in the ring with Crash now taking control of the situation with a chinlock on RAGE, dead center of the ring. The LEGACY fans in Omaha are building in their fervor, attempting to energize Ben Murdock to make the tag.

Alan Ducard: Crash has that chinlock on RAGE in the center of the ring, torquing the neck and driving the knee into the back. RAGE is trying to fight the hold with all that he has! He’s almost shaking from the effort and he’s breaking Crash’s hold on his head, and he’s freeing himself! Yes he’s freed himself, but Crash here off the ropes and a boot to the spine to keep RAGE from getting to his feet.

Bryan Harris: Every time the “Super Friends” have tried to get some momentum, The Diabolik have managed to step them cold.

Jimmy Yates: Yes, but even with the underhanded elimination of VENOM, RAGE, CB, and The Outlaw haven’t thrown in the towel in this one. They aren’t going to give up even if there’s only one of them left. Any one of those guys would fight The Diabolik one-on-three if they had to do it.

Alan Ducard: Crash now pulling RAGE to his feet, and there’s a big left hand, and a quick right, and a hook from Crash, knocking RAGE back into the turnbuckles. Crash with the big elbow to the side of the head, and another, and now a third – RAGE is getting woozy, and were this the center of the ring, I’m not sure if the big man would still be on his feet.

Jimmy Yates: RAGE has really been hanging tough with Crash though Ducard. For a guy whose wrestling career is so young, to be hanging with a former LEGACY World Champion is quite an accomplishment. Come to think of it, VENOM, RAGE, and CB, have all been really showing their mettle the past few months as they’ve been making their mark on the federation and making the most of what The Outlaw has been able to pass along to them.

Bryan Harris: They are making their mark, but they still haven’t totally taken out The Diabolik, and the real main-event, top tier veterans that they are.

Crash delivers two big kicks to the midsection before turning RAGE around and tossing him shoulder first through the ring ropes into the ringpost, much to the disdain of the crowd and referee Klinton Porter.

Alan Ducard: The Diabolik are pulling out all the stops and using every trick in the book this match, and thus far it’s been successful. Crash now has RAGE in a bad way, and he’s hooking him, and taking RAGE up to the top rope.

Bryan Harris: With that bad shoulder, I can’t see RAGE continuing after a top rope impact. The Diabolik will be up in numbers, and it will only be a matter of time.

Alan Ducard: Crash is following RAGE up the ropes, and he’s looking him to look for a superplex! Crash with the hook, but RAGE fires off a shot to the ribs, and there’s another, and another and … CRASH FALLS TO THE CANVAS!

Jimmy Yates: RAGE has an opening! Come on RAGE!

Alan Ducard: Crash is trying to get to his feet here, and RAGE has him spotted … FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM THE TOP ROPE!

Jimmy Yates: RAGE used that good arm to flatten Crash with 285 pounds from the top rope! Both men are down, and both men are in desperate need to make a tag.

RAGE and Crash both fight to roll over on to their stomachs and crawl towards their respective corners, and both men begin that arduous journey to their corners at approximately the same time. The fans rise up screaming for RAGE to make the tag as CB and Blade both anxiously reach out to slap hands with the Domination member. Across the ring Anselm and Win monitor Crash’s progress to the corner, and both likewise reach out to make the tag.

Alan Ducard: RAGE is getting close to the corner and he slaps hands with Crazy Boy! Anselm shouts for Crash to tag in Win and he does! Here comes Crazy Boy! Here comes James Win! Crazy Boy with the hard right hand and a kick and a palm thrust, knocks Win backwards, and CB charges in but Win flips him over with the hip toss!

As CB goes to stand, Win grabs him and tosses CB across the ring, and The Outlaw reaches out and makes the self tag (blind tag), and on the rebound, CB ducks a clothesline and pulls up on the opposite side of the ring from Win. James Win looks angrily at CB who motions for Win to “bring it” goading “The All-Star” who doesn’t see The Outlaw slipping through the ropes and sizing him up.

Alan Ducard: CB’s trash talking Win has him distracted and Win doesn’t realize what’s about to happen!

Bryan Harris: Turn around James! Turn around!

The crowd rises up as Win hears Anselm screaming like Bryan Harris for Win to turn around, and combined with the rise in the crowd volume, The All-Star realizes something is wrong, and he begins to turn, but it’s already too late ...

Alan Ducard: KILLSHOT!

Jimmy Yates: Win didn’t even see it coming and he is broken in half!

The Outlaw quickly drops to make the cover as CB goes kamikaze into The Diabolik’s corner, launching himself at both Crash and Anselm to prevent them from entering the ring to break up the count!

Alan Ducard: Blade has the cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: “The All-Star” has been eliminated!!

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe it! There’s no way that should have been allowed to happen.

Jimmy Yates: The tag was legal Bryan, Win just made a tactical mistake, allowing CB’s challenge to distract him from the oncoming destruction of a Killshot.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is the legal man now, and we’ll see how this breaks down as Crash steps into the ring.

****Later in the Match****

The Outlaw and Crash did indeed battle with the ferocity that typified their encounter at LEGACY-X, with both men connecting with powerful moves including a massive Rock Bottom slam from The Outlaw that weakened Crash and allowed him to make the hot tag to RAGE while Crash made the tag to Gryffin Anselm. RAGE and Gryffin battled for a bit before RAGE tagged in CB, and after a fast start by CB, using his unorthodox athleticism, Anselm managed to slow the match back down and completely control against CB, and did massive damage to CB’s back.

Bryan Harris: What did I tell you guys? Ever since Anselm caught CB off of that cross body block and went to the backbreaker, Anselm has been in total control of the action inside that ring.

Alan Ducard: Gryffin has done an excellent job of attacking CB’s core, and that’s for sure. I was especially impressed by that repeated backbreaker to fallaway slam combination after the repeated shoulder charges to the back in the corner.

Jimmy Yates: I’m sure those shots into the ringpost and the apron on the outside contributed to the cause as well.

Alan Ducard: Anselm pulls Crazy Boy to his feet and sends him off on the Irish whip and there’s the scoop and the heave, and now Anselm has Tyrone up in the gorilla press!

Bryan Harris: Now that’s some real power Ducard! Now wait for it … wait for it …

Alan Ducard: Gorilla press to a ring-rocking powerslam! Anselm with the cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! CB just gets the shoulder up and this match will continue!

Jimmy Yates: CB has some main event guts guys.

Bryan Harris: It’s too bad he doesn’t have some main event wins to go with it.

Jimmy Yates: Did you miss big win over John Thomas at LEGACY-X?

Bryan Harris: Fluke – just like The Diabolik said at Strife, and just like they are going to prove here tonight.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy is staggering to his feet here, and Anselm pulls Tyrone to his feet and there’s the toss to the turnbuckles, and CB hits and in comes Gryffin with the clothesline in the corner! Anselm just CRUSHES CB in the corner, and now Gryffin with the toss into the opposite buckles and CB hits face first! Tyrone staggering back to Anselm, and there’s the waistlock, and the German suplex from Gryffin. The Detroit native holds on and he’s bringing CB back to his feet, and he goes for a second German suplex, but CB blocks! CB slips the hold and around Anselm, and grabbing Gryffin’s head, he falls and …

Alan Ducard: Sit-out rear mat slam! CB drops Gryffin and this might be his chance! CB is crawling to his corner to make the tag!

Jimmy Yates: CB is really hurting here Alan, really hurting. Gryffin did some major damage, and in spite of the mat slam, I have to wonder how much CB has left in the tank.

Bryan Harris: After a beating from Gryffin Anselm, CB is going to have NOTHING left. Look at how he’s crawling to the corner, really favoring that back.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy is headed to the corner and … HE TAGS IN RAGE! RAGE hits the ring, and he’s like a heat-seeking missile out for Gryffin! RAGE with a right hand, and another right hand, and another, and there’s a scoop and a bodyslam on Anselm. RAGE off the ropes, and there’s a clothesline on Gryffin, and RAGE off the ropes for a second clothesline! RAGE moving in on Gryffin, and there’s the spinebuster on Gryffin, and RAGE is now looking towards the top rope!

Jimmy Yates: We’re going to see RAGE fly for the second time in this contest!

Alan Ducard: That leap from the top is definitely devastating when it connects, and he is zeroed in on Anselm.

Anselm attempts to stand, but he’s still a bit wobbly from the spinebuster. RAGE is waiting for the right moment to leap, when Crash comes around the side of the ring and slams the ropes, knocking RAGE off balance and causing him to be crotched on the top rope! The fans groan with this impact and Anselm heads for the corner, and using the lift provided by the turnbuckle, he scoops RAGE up into the fireman’s carry and drops him into the Mchinoku driver.

Alan Ducard: DEVASTATOR! GRYFFIN CONNECTS ON RAGE!

Bryan Harris: Here comes Crash to tie up The Outlaw as he hits the ring!

Jimmy Yates: CB is still down on the outside!

Alan Ducard: Anselm with the cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Bryan Harris: We’re all even again – Klinton tell Colbert to announce it!

Klinton Porter signals to Jospehina Colbert as The Outlaw grabs Crash and tosses him over the top rope to the outside.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen … RAGE has been eliminated!!!

Anselm starts to get up from pinning RAGE, and he never sees it coming …

Alan Ducard: KILLSHOT! KILLSHOT FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw wasn’t about to let the advantage in this match slip away and he struck IMMEDIATELY!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw hooks the leg and makes the cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Gryffin Anselm has been eliminated!!!

Jimmy Yates: Listen to this crowd! It’s going crazy after that last shot from Blade, and they can sense the end is near for The Diabolik as The Outlaw motions for Crash to get back into the ring and finish this!

Alan Ducard: The LEGACY fans want to see The Diabolik defeated, and things aren’t looking good for The Diabolik as Crash is the only member remaining, and in spite of CB’s injured back, they still have two men, and one of them is The Outlaw.

Crash remains outside the ring, tentatively approaching the ring, forcing The Outlaw to back off and allow him inside the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Come on, what is Crash waiting for here? He’s that tough guy from Philly, looking for a fight, and The Outlaw is itching to give him one.

Bryan Harris: Hey, Crash isn’t stupid, he’s going to do this on his terms …

Just as Crash is about to step into the ring, "My Michelle" by Guns N Roses hits the PA system and the entire arena comes unglued with hatred as Marcus Marion’s theme blares through the arena. The Outlaw’s eyes go wide and his face contorts into a sneer as he turns towards the entrance ramp as Nicole’s voice interrupts the music.

Nicole Rhodes: Sorry we’re a little late, but we couldn’t miss this party.

Nicole steps forward from the gorilla position, her beautiful blond locks flowing behind her as she steps out on stage to announce the arrival of Marcus Marion.

Nicole Rhodes: I think that tramp down there neglected to introduce The Diabolik’s partner, the first and greatest two-time LEGACY World Champion, Marcus Maaaaaaaaaarion!

Jimmy Yates: I knew Crash had something up his sleeve!

Bryan Harris: Looks like we’re tied again now aren’t we Jimbo? I just wish this crowd would quite down and show Marcus Marion the respect a championship caliber athlete deserves.

Nicole waves her hand in the direction of the gorilla position, heralding Marion’s arrival, and drawing the attention of everyone in the ring, Klinton Porter included, allowing Marcus Marion to hop the barricade with a chair, and slide into the ring unnoticed. The crowd screams in horror as Marion sizes up The Outlaw, and Blade suddenly realizes it’s been too long, and he turns …

Alan Ducard: MY GOD WHAT A CHAIRSHOT! MARCUS MARION JUST CAUGHT THE OUTLAW FLUSH IN THE FACE WITH THAT CHAIR!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw is down, and look at Marion just standing over him, holding up that chair!

Bryan Harris: BRILLIANT! This is how you make an impact!

Alan Ducard: Klinton Porter is having none of this and he’s signaling for the bell! Marcus Marion has arrived and has immediately obtained a disqualification!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen … Marcus Marion has been eliminated by disqualification!!!

Crazy Boy starts to pick himself up in the corner, watching in despair as Marion pushes Porter down to the canvas to prevent him from relieving Marion of his steel chair. The Outlaw having taken the chair shot flush to the head and face, tries to regain his feet, but is in “la-la land,” and as his spaghetti legs manage to hold him up for a moment, Marion strikes again with a second THUNDEROUS chairshot, splattering Blade’s head on the chair, opening a gash in Blade’s skull, and sending the bleeding Outlaw back down to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: Marcus Marion is absolutely despicable and this attack is absolutely heinous!

Bryan Harris: Marion is taking that chair with The Outlaw’s blood on it as he exits the ring to meet Nicole on the rampway.

The “DIE Marion DIE” chants boom throughout the arena as Marion waves to CB as he leaves the ring. Tyrone peers inside the ring to see Crash enter the ring and stand on the chest of the unconscious and bloodied Outlaw, and Klinton Porter moves in to begrudgingly make the count as Crash points with a smile to Tyrone in the corner.

Alan Ducard: Crash makes the disrespectful cover and it’s academic …

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Booing continues to roll throughout the arena as the announcement is made.

Josephina Colbert: "The Outlaw" Greyson Blade has been eliminated!!!

The LEGACY medical staff responds quickly, heading down the rampway, and hitting the ring rapidly to help The Outlaw. However, Crash can’t pass up a gift horse in the mouth, and he stomps the defenseless Outlaw in the head and throat, and the crowd roars its disproval, but only for a moment, as it’s quickly replaced by cheers.

Jimmy Yates: Here comes Crazy Boy! Injured back or no injured back, he won’t stand for Crash further attacking The Outlaw, and here comes CB as best he can with a Lou Thesz press on Crash, tackling him to the canvas!

Alan Ducard: Tyrone is “going Crazy” with lefts and rights, hammering away on Crash in the corner. He’s flat out unleashing with all he’s got!

Bryan Harris: Is he nuts? Does he really think he’s going to win a brawl with Crash?

Jimmy Yates: CB isn’t doing too badly so far Bryan!

The medical staff manages to help The Outlaw from the ring, even as the crimson flows freely, and CB continues to fight for all he’s worth.

Alan Ducard: Tyrone now moving off Crash, yelling at him to get to his feet, and CB charges and hits a shining wizard on Crash as he tries to stand! CB now with the Irish whip on Crash. Crash reverses and sends CB into the turnbuckles, but Tyrone pulls up and leaps up and behind a charging Crash, and there’s a dropkick, knocking Crash back into the buckles.

Jimmy Yates: CB is going to the opposite corner, and here he comes at Crash!

Alan Ducard: The back elbow in the corner and CB springs out with the bulldog on Crash!

Jimmy Yates: Tyrone just might do this! He might beat Crash right here! He’s pulling Crash up and he’s going for it! Craz-NO!

The crowd desperately wanting to chant along with Jimmy’s announcing groans as CB can’t keep Crash up, and he buckles under the weight and goes to the canvas, clutching his back.

Jimmy Yates: The damage was too much …

Bryan Harris: Awwww Jimbo, you sound so down – you really shouldn’t, it’s not like they had a prayer to win this match, even with The Outlaw. You shouldn’t have got your hopes up with CB left alone with Crash.

Alan Ducard: Crash has Crazy Boy now and he hits a big double axe handle down on that spine, and another, and another! Crash just beat CB down into the canvas, and now each time Tyrone tries to press up, Crash is just clubbing him right back down to the canvas.

The fans start a “Let’s Go Crazy” chant as they desperately want to see Tyrone mount some kind of comeback, any kind of comeback. Crash kicks CB in the head as he tries to stand, and then pulls him into a standing headscissors, only for Crash to heave him up and …

Alan Ducard: JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB by Crash, and he nearly folded Crazy Boy in half with that impact.

Jimmy Yates: CB has such heart, such determination, but I’m not sure how much more of this kind of assault he can take.

Bryan Harris: It’s like I said Jimbo, it’s just a matter of time.

Alan Ducard: Crash pulls CB to his feet, and he flat out tosses CB with that trademark overhead belly-to-belly suplex, and CB is in a very bad way here, and Crash looks ready to finish this.

Jimmy Yates: Come CB, come on … fight … do something!

Bryan Harris: Look at him, he wouldn’t be getting to his feet if it weren’t for Crash, and this former LEGACY World Champion is going to end this in style … Aero Zepplin Driver time, and this one will end it as he compresses that neck and spine – just ask Greyson Blade.

Crash rips CB roughly to his feet by the neck, slaps him in the face, and scoops him up over his shoulder.

Alan Ducard: AERO ZEP-NO! NO!

It happens so fast that Ducard almost can’t keep up with the commentary. CB with a jolt of energy kicks and frees himself, going down the back. However, CB leaps up and wraps his legs around Crash’s neck, spins around the front, and takes him over in the huracanrana, clutching the legs on the way through …

Alan Ducard: CB HAS THE LEGS! HE HAS THE LEGS!

Jimmy Yates: COUNT IT KLINTON!

Bryan Harris: NO!

Alan Ducard: ONE

TWO

THREE!

Jimmy Yates: YES HE DID IT! HE DID IT! CRAZY BOY ELIMINATED CRASH!

The bells sounds and the arena explodes in cheers as Klinton Porter signals for the bell, and Crash looks on in utter disbelief as CB rolls up to his feet, arms raised!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match the team of Domination, The Outlaw, and Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy Boy!!!

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy just pinned the former World Champion, and The Diabolik have been defeated!

Jimmy Yates: This is a HUGE win, not just for the team, but for Tyrone. Under the spotlight, against the odds, Crazy Boy came through with perhaps the biggest victory of his career.

Klinton Porter raises Tyrone’s hand, and Crash looks as if he wants to attack, but seeing the World Tag Team Champions return to ringside forces him to put that idea out of his head. RAGE and VENOM return to the ring, and hoist CB on their shoulders as the crowd cheers and the celebration begins.

Cronos turns the corner to the refreshment area and shrugs off Andrew Kelley’s request for an interview. He continues on down to the Pepsi Machine and debates whether or not to grab bottled water out of the machine or one from the refreshment table. Cronos shrugs, kicks the machine for the hell of it and snatches a couple of bottled waters from the refreshment table where Mirage happens to be standing talking to the newest addition to the AoD; Osamu Hayashi.

Cronos Diamante: ‘Ello Marcus. Beautiful night, innit?

Cronos looks up to the roof and cackles.

Cronos Diamante: Oh yes, yes, yes… beautiful night.

Cronos takes a deep breath with his eyes still at the roof then looks at Mirage.

Cronos Diamante: Toodles!

Mirage looks up after Cronos did the same moments ago and shakes his head. Without so much as turning toward Cronos, Mirage gets his attention.

Mirage: Why don’t you stop being such a weird p<beep>sy and come back to the darkside...

Cronos interrupts Mirage before he ends his sentence.

Cronos Diamante: Lemme guess Marky… You have cookies?

Mirage looks almost offended by the notion.

Mirage: Nah, we got cupcakes, with all the frosting you want too.

Cronos smirks and takes a few steps toward Mirage, highly interested.

Cronos Diamante: Cupcakes, you say?

Mirage stirs the coffee in his right hand and takes a sip from it.

Mirage: Yea, why...you got something against cupcakes? Maybe watchin' your figure or something?

Cronos cackles and leans against the food table.

Cronos Diamante: Heck no. I love me some cupcakes. Have to be chocolate frosting though because I’m not savvy on anything else.

Mirage sets his coffee down next to Cronos and turns to Osamu, motioning for him to bring him something. Mirage hands what looks to be a Tupperware bowl of cupcakes.

Mirage: This is a sample. If you want more you just let me know. They’re filled with the same yummy darkside flavor you get from, well… AoD!

Cronos Diamante: SWEET! Cupcakes rock! Oh yes, yes, yes… cupcakes rule the school. I haven’t had cupcakes since I was in my thirties. Well that’s not entirely true… Voodoo gave me some for my forty-fifth. It pissed the ex-wife off something fierce. Many thanks to the A…O…Dee, dee, dee, dee!

Mirage turns to pick up his coffee, talking while he does.

Mirage: Seriously, Cronos, jokes and Christmas cupcakes aside...you've made your point already.

Mirage begins turning back toward Cronos who has two cupcakes stuffed in his mouth and frosting caked around his lower lip, completely unbeknownst to Mirage.

Mirage: Now come back…

Mirage faces Cronos and drops his tone a few notches when he sees Cronos’ face.

Mirage: …home.

Cronos looks at Mirage with a toothy grin, showing even more frosting covering some of his teeth. As he talks, his voice comes out muffled.

Cronos Diamante: Home?

Mirage grins and drops his empty coffee cup into the garbage can.

Mirage: Yeah. Home. And do exactly that.

Mirage and Osamu begin walking away as Cronos is trying to figure out which cupcake to eat next.

Osamu Hayashi: Are you sure you know what you’re doing?!"

Mirage: I already told you… just trust me.

Cronos grins as if he’s come up with the best plan in the world.

Cronos Diamante: Marcus!!! Voodoo needs a sample too!

Mirage turns at the corner to the locker rooms and yells down to Cronos.

Mirage: F<beep> Voodoo!

Cronos smirks.

Cronos Diamante: It was worth a shot. Oh yes, yes, yes… worth a shot.

Before Cronos knows it, all of his cupcakes are gone and he has to trash the Tupperware bowl. Before leaving he gets a tear in his eye as he stares at the garbage can.

Cronos Diamante: I miss my cupcakes.

Jimmy Yates: One of the competitors in this business who has made a Hall of Fame career out of being tough enough to get through just about any situation you can put him in is “Diamond” Del Carver. Just about everyone in LEGACY is excited to see him as a part of our roster, but one of the people who doesn’t seem happy about the signing of Del Carver is new-comer Ethan Leers.

Bryan Harris: I wouldn’t say he’s unhappy that Del Carver got signed to LEGACY, because I think he sees this as a huge opportunity for him to make his name in this business. Ethan Leers has quite a following in the organizations where he used to work, there’s no reason why he can’t gain a similar following here in LEGACY, but so far his accomplishments here are overshadowed by the fact that people are wide-eyed and drooling over Del Carver – a guy who should do himself and everyone else a favor and hang up his boots and join Rocky Stellar on the sidelines while the young, talented and exciting competitors get their chance to shine.

Alan Ducard: At STRIFE 45 these two exchanged words, and then they exchanged punches. If that encounter was any indication, this Old School Meets New School match is going to be exciting, and I’d predict that someone’s going to end up getting hurt, possibly both of these competitors.

Bryan Harris: And a word to the old school fans, also known as the Carver-ites, keep an open mind when watching this match, because sooner or later your boy Del is going to retire, and Ethan Leers is a good potential replacement for you to enjoy when that happens.

Alan Ducard: We are barely underway here, and Ethan Leers has knocked Diamond Del Carver down with a flying knee, and now he has pummeled him into near unconsciousness with knee strikes.

Bryan Harris: I was going to say that we’re going to see an upset here, but you know what? Seeing this old goat get beaten wouldn’t upset anybody except the fans. Carver is finding out what everybody else is starting to understand, Ethan Leers is a top level talent who is capable of beating anybody…even a so-called legend, who is in fact a washed up has-been.

Jimmy Yates: I do not agree that Diamond Del Carver is a has-been, Bryan…but he is much older than Ethan Leers, and you can’t argue that right now, Leers is simply imposing his will on Carver.

Ethan Leers starts to slowly walk in circles around Diamond Del Carver. Leers has a big smirk on his face and he is talking, we can tell that as he circles the fallen veteran, he is talking trash and insulting the older man. Finally, Leers starts to nudge Carver with his boot, taunting him, and Ethan Leers starts to yell at Diamond Del Carver to get up and fight.

Del Carver slowly raises to his knees, he is on all fours as blood drips from his face. Ethan Leers backs up a bit, and then fires a vicious looking kick right into the midsection of Diamond Del Carver. The boot is so hard, the impact literally raises Carver off the ground with the impact, and then he collapses again, lying on the mat, face first in a pool of his own blood.

Ethan Leers starts to circle around the fallen veteran again, but this time he is firing kicks as he does so, over and over. As Leers circles Carver, he is smashing the old man with brutal kicks to the legs, ribs and body. Diamond Del Carver covers his head with both arms and tries to protect himself, but that just opens his torso to more bone crushing kicks from Ethan Leers.

Alan Ducard: This is starting to get a little uncomfortable to watch. I don’t know if maybe the referee should start to think about stopping this match?

Bryan Harris: What? No way, Ducard! Everybody likes to talk about what a hotshot Del Carver is, how tough he is, let him get carried out of LEGACY on a stretcher, then people will see how overrated he is, how good LEGACY is, and specifically how great Ethan Leers is.

Jimmy Yates: I am not enjoying watching Leers mock Carver like this either, but if you know anything about DDC you know that he is a notoriously slow starter in his matches, and that he can take a lot of punishment. He…he might still have something left.

A weak sounding “Let’s Go Del” chant starts to go up from the capacity crowd, but Ethan Leers looks towards the fans, shakes his head, and laughs loudly. He looks down at the prone figure of Diamond Del Carver, and shakes his head in disgust. Finally, Leers rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair, folding it up and he rolls back into the ring. Diamond Del Carver just lays flat on the mat, face down, in a puddle of his own blood. Motionless.

As the referee looks on helplessly, Ethan Leers rolls back into the ring, and puts one boot on the back of Diamond Del Carver. Leers starts to pretend he is playing guitar on the steel chair, and bangs his head as he has one foot propped on the body of Carver. Finally, he steps back, holds the chair high over his head, and swings it downward as hard as he can.

CRACK! The steel chair hammers over the back of the helpless Diamond Del Carver. The body of the veteran arches with the impact, and then he collapses back down, face first on the mat. The fans initially groan in sympathy for Carver after the impact of the chair comes down, and now they start to loudly jeer at Leers for his brutality.

Alan Ducard: I…I don’t know what to say. Ethan Leers is systematically taking Diamond Del Carver apart in front of our very eyes. I don’t know if it’s age, if it’s because he has been out of the ring for so long…

Bryan Harris: Stop making excuses! Del Carver is getting his butt kicked by the better man, plain and simple.

Jimmy Yates: I hate to say this, but I am starting to agree with you, Alan. This isn’t a match, it’s a legal mugging. With these NO LIMITS rules, this is all legal, and I am thinking if the referee doesn’t step in soon, Del Carver might be permanently injured, and Ethan Leers would be happy to do it.

As the announcers bemoan the brutality and viciousness of Ethan Leers, the smug looking young man takes the folded up steel chair, holds it up vertically, and then drives the edge of the chair down, into the small of Diamond Del Carver’s back. Carver’s legs kick desperately, as an automatic reaction to the pressure being placed on his spine.

Finally, Leers casually tosses the chair aside, and pulls Del Carver to his feet. Carver is holding his back in pain, and blood is still dripping from his nose and split lip. Leers grabs Carver by the back of the head, and hurls the veteran over the top rope, into the aisle. Carver sails through the air, and lands in a heap, where he remains.

Ethan Leers steps out of the ring, and once again pulls Diamond Del Carver back to his feet by the back of his head. Leers runs, pushing Carver in front of him. He heads up the aisle toward the backstage area. Finally, he allows Del Carver to drop in a heap in front of the curtained off entranceway area. The referee follows along behind, keeping his distance.

Alan Ducard: Oh no. I don’t like the looks of this.

Bryan Harris: No Limits. Falls Count Anywhere. Didn’t somebody tell me that Diamond Del Carver is the “King Of The Falls Count Anywhere Match?”

Jimmy Yates: You know damn well that I did, Bryan. Del is famous for his Falls Count Anywhere Matches.

Ethan Leers pulls Diamond Del Carver back to his feet, and then locks him up for a suplex. The crowd rushes to their feet, murmuring in anticipation. Sure enough, Ethan Leers hoists Carver high up into the air, as the two men are in the aisle from the dressing room to the ring. Flashbulbs start to pop, as fans record the surreal sight of Ethan Leers holding the veteran high over his head…and Leers just holds Carver there! It seems as if minutes are passing as Leers keeps Carver hoisted up…

As the fans almost scream, Ethan Leers drops Del Carver flat on the concrete with the vertical suplex! The impact is so hard that Carver actually stands up for a moment, holding his back and yelling in agony, before he collapses back to the ground, rolling around and holding his back. Ethan Leers starts to stomp away on the back of Carver, smiling maniacally as he does so.

Eventually, Leers stops laying his boots to Del Carver, and he pulls the beaten man to his feet. With the referee and cameraman following, Ethan Leers drags the helpless veteran through the curtain, into the backstage area, out of the arena! Fortunately, there are huge video screens set up several places in the arena in Omaha, so the fans can easily see what is happening, just as the fans watching at home on FX can.

Alan Ducard: This situation looks like it is about to go from bad to worse for Diamond Del Carver. Nothing good is going to happen backstage, I can tell you that much.

Bryan Harris: I remember Del Carver once bragging that during one of these matches he literally buried his opponent in a big pile of dirt and gravel in the parking lot. Wouldn’t it be sweet justice if that is what Ethan Leers is about to do to Carver? Run him right out of the arena, and right out of LEGACY?

Jimmy Yates: There is all sorts of weapons and all sorts of situations backstage that can be used to the advantage of the wrestlers during one of these No Limits matches, and I would say that Ethan Leers is just the kind of man to use these.

The shot switches backstage. We see crew members and stagehands fleeing to get out of the way, as Ethan Leers pushes Diamond Del Carver into the backstage area. Straight ahead of him, there is a catering table with all sorts of food and drinks set up. Ethan Leers heads towards this area with evil intent in his eyes.

Ethan Leers violently hurls the semiconscious body of Diamond Del Carver directly into the catering table! Food, cups, plates, and all sorts of other objects fly into the air as Carver rolls over the table and lands in a heap. Not satisfied, Ethan Leers grabs the plates and starts to throw them onto the prone body of Carver, where they either bounce off him, or smash over his body.

Del Carver is now laying on the floor in the backstage area, covered in the remnants of broken plates and cups. Ethan Leers grabs the large metal coffee urn, and yanks the plug out of the wall. Leers rips the top from the metal coffee dispenser, and holds it in his arms, heading toward the place where Carver is laying motionless.

Alan Ducard: No. No…this is too much!

Bryan Harris: I know! This is horrible! I haven’t eaten yet, and I was going to have a coffee later! Now I can’t!

Jimmy Yates: That coffee maker has been plugged in all day…it has to be scalding in there! If Leers pours this coffee on Carver…he’ll be permanently burned!

Ethan Leers stands over Diamond Del Carver and tips the urn. The smoking hot coffee starts to pour out, cascading towards the floor, but at the last possible second, Del Carver rolls out of the way! The crowd in the arena, following this action on the massive video screens, cheers in relief as Carver just averts being doused in scalding coffee.

Ethan Leers curses loudly as the coffee splashes onto the concrete, missing Carver. He holds the large metal container over his head, and then hurls it downward as hard as he can! The stainless steel container collides with the skull of Diamond Del Carver, knocking him senseless! The crowd groans in sympathy for Carver.

Ethan Leers turns left and walks calmly down the hallway. Finally, he reaches a large supply closet, and he swings open the door, and disappears inside. Moments later, a shovel is thrown into the hallway. A broom. A length of steel chain. Then a steel trashcan. Ethan Leers emerges from the closet, with his arms full. He appears to have countless stacks of florescent light-tubes in his arms, and a sick grin on his face.

Alan Ducard: Oh good Lord…what now?

Bryan Harris: One thing I have learned from my years watching and commenting on wrestling. Whenever florescent light-tubes show up? It’s going to be bad for somebody.

Jimmy Yates: Diamond Del Carver managed to avoid getting burned by that coffee, but Ethan Leers has to have knocked him out cold with that coffee maker shot to the head. And now…well who knows what this man Ethan Leers is capable of doing.

Ethan Leers looks down at the unconscious body of Diamond Del Carver on the floor, the steel urn still lying on the floor next to him. Leers is still smiling, as if he is having fun. He raises his arms, full of the florescent light-tubes, over his head…and then hurls them to the floor! An earsplitting smashing sounds goes up, as the pile of florescent lightbulbs explodes into a cascade of broken glass on the floor.

Leers strolls over to where Carver is laying in a heap. As the camera records and broadcasts the scene, we can see his one good eyelid is fluttering, as if he is trying to wake himself up. Leers stand over Carver, and then dramatically inhales deeply, making a snorting sound as he does so…and then he loudly lodges a wad of spit onto Diamond Del Carver’s body. The crowd in the arena makes a loud “ewww” noise.

Diamond Del Carver’s eye snaps open.

The veteran rubs his hand across his chest, and he feels the place where Leers has just spat on him. Carver holds his hand up for a moment, and just stares at it. Diamond Del Carver bellows a very loud curse word, which the production people are successful in beeping out…just in time. Then, he stands up.

The crowd comes unglued, as Diamond Del Carver stands in the face of Ethan Leers. The Hardcore Outlaw has an expression of pure rage on his face, as Leers stares back at him in disbelief.

Alan Ducard: What the hell? How did Diamond Del Carver manage to…he’s up!

Bryan Harris: See what happened was, some of the coffee that Leers poured on the floor, it must have gone into Carver’s mouth and then…

Jimmy Yates: Bull! Nobody spits on Diamond Del Carver…and Ethan Leers is about to learn that!

Diamond Del Carver hauls off, and belts Ethan Leers directly in the mouth as hard as he can. Ethan’s head snaps back from the impact and he staggers for a moment, but then he returns the favor and throws a punch of his own. Amazingly, Del Carve sidesteps it, and buries a wicked overhand shot right into the kidneys of Ethan Leers! Leers yowls in pain and doubles over.

A crazed looking Diamond Del Carver grabs Ethan Leers by the back of the head, and starts to charge down the hallway. As the shot widens, we see that Carver is heading towards a narrow corridor which seems empty except for a large Coke Machine.

Del Carver plants one foot, grabs Ethan Leers by the wrist, and hurls him as hard as he can towards the Coke Machine…head first. Ethan Leers flies right into the front of the machine! Glass shatters and flies everywhere, as Ethan Leers lands with his body half sticking through the now broken glass of the Coke Machine. Watching on in the arena, the fans are going nuts cheering.

Alan Ducard: That was…well I don’t know how to describe what that was.

Bryan Harris: Vandalism! Del Carver has destroyed that Coke Machine and he is going to have to pay for the damages!

Jimmy Yates: I’d be more concerned about the damages to the head, neck and torso of Ethan Leers after being thrown through that glass on the front of the Coke Machine.

Ethan Leers is laying face first with his body sprawled half inside the now broken Coke Machine. Cans starts to fall from inside the machine, bouncing off the body of Ethan Leers, before they roll to the ground. Diamond Del Carver starts to pick the cans up, and throw them right back at Ethan Leers. There is a sick sounding smack noise, as Del Carver repeatedly beans Ethan Leers in the back of the head with can after can of cola.

Finally, Carver stops throwing the cans, and looks around. He picks up a can of Coke, and looks at it for a moment. He shakes his head, and throws the can at Ethan Leers, nailing him once again in the back of the head. Carver then picks up a can of Diet Coke. He nods, opens the can, and drinks it in one long, gulp. Carver stops drinking, and belches loudly, then he throws the empty can at Ethan Leers. The fans in the arena roar with laughter.

Diamond Del Carver reaches down, and pulls the body of Ethan Leers up from the wreckage of the Coke Machine. We can see that Leers went through the glass head first, and did not get a chance to put his hands up…because his forehead is heavily lacerated, and blood is now pouring down his face. Carver is also still bleeding from the nose and lip, as he pulls the bloody Ethan Leers down the hallway, back toward the area where their brawl backstage began.

Alan Ducard: Now both men are a bloody mess, as Diamond Del Carver is…Bryan? Bryan what are you doing? You’re making a cell phone call during the broadcast?

Bryan Harris: You’re damn right I am. I’m calling the Omaha Police Department. Carver didn’t pay for that Diet Coke he just drank.

Jimmy Yates: You may want to wait on that call, Bryan. Carver is taking Leers back to that supply closet area…so I’m thinking we may need an ambulance more than anything else. Wait a minute…what the hell? Is…is Ethan Leers…SMILING?

Del Carver is dragging the bloody Ethan Leers down the hallway, and sure enough, as the camera angle zooms in, we can see Ethan Leers is smiling through the blood that soaks his face. We can also hear a low giggling sound. He is laughing.

Diamond Del Carver either doesn’t notice that his opponent seems to be having fun…or he doesn’t care. Carver reaches the area where Ethan Leers earlier emptied the contents of the Supply Closet into the hallway. Carver reaches lets Ethan go, and Leers stumbles up against the wall and starts to slide. Before he falls to his feet, Carver grabs the push-broom from the floor, holds it over his head, and then smashes it across the cranium of Ethan Leers, cracking the handle in two.

Ethan Leers slumps to the floor, in a seated position. He is now laughing louder, as the blood starts to cascade down his face. Diamond Del Carver looks at Ethan Leers, shaking his head in either disbelief, amazement, or disgust. Carver turns his back and reaches down to grab another weapon from the mess in the hallway. The eyes Ethan Leers light up as soon as Del Carver turns his back, and Leers boots Carver as hard as he can in the backside, sending the veteran sprawling!

Alan Ducard: Ethan Leers is mentally ill. He has had his head busted open from being thrown through a glass display, and being smacked over the head so hard with a wooden broomstick that it broke in half…but he’s laughing like he’s watching a comedy.

Bryan Harris: Hey, he’s hanging in there in a No Limits match with Diamond Del Carver, so he must be doing something right.

Jimmy Yates: I’m just glad that when Leers booted Carver in the back, Carver managed to have the presence of mind to jump over that pile of glass as he fell, otherwise this fight would be over! Look at this!

The video screens in the arena, and on the television screens at home show a replay. From a different angle, we see Ethan Leers hammering Del Carver in the back with a boot, which sends Carver sprawling forward…right towards the mass of broken glass that Ethan Leers has left there from the broken light-tubes. Carver stretches his arms out however, and manages to somersault over the broken glass, avoiding it.

In the distance, the referee approaches, being careful to avoid coming to close to either man, or the carnage around them. Diamond Del Carver gets to his knees, and does Ethan Leers. Both men get up at the same time, standing slowly. Carver jumps forward, over the broken glass, and lands in front of Ethan Leers. Leers smashes Carver across the face with a backfist! Carver staggers, but does not fall. Carver answers back with a straight right hand to the jaw of Ethan Leers. Leers starts to stumble backward.

Del Carver steps forward, and places both his hands over the head of Ethan Leers. He then tucks his head under Ethan’s jaw, while he still has his hands on top of the head of Leers. Carver then drops to his knees, driving the jaw of Ethan Leers right into the top of Carver’s skull! Jawbreaker!

Alan Ducard: Oh…Leers might have lost some teeth on that one! Ouch!

Bryan Harris: These guys both look like they’ve been in a car wreck…look at the blood!

Jimmy Yates: I think a car wreck would be better than this, Bryan.

Ethan Leers is staggered, holding his face with both hands. Diamond Del Carver grabs both straps of the wrestling singlet of Ethan Leers, and yanks them down, so that the singlet is around his waist, but his torso is totally exposed.

Carver then spins Ethan Leers around, and goes behind in a rear waistlock. Del Carver keeps one arm around the waist of Ethan Leers, and reaches up with the other, applying a half nelson. The crowd comes to their feet in anticipation of what is about to happen. Diamond Del Carver holds Ethan Leers in the half nelson and then crouches for a moment. In one smooth motion, Carver vaults Ethan Leers overhead with a half nelson suplex/slam…overhead…through the air…back first…

Into the broken glass.

The crowd gasps loudly, and Ethan Leers sits up and screams at the top of his lungs, thrashing around in pain. We can see that shards of broken glass are sticking everywhere in the exposed upper body of Ethan Leers. Diamond Del Carver yells at the ref to “move his ass” and then he slides over top of the still thrashing body of Ethan Leers…making the cover while at the same time pressing Leers harder into the broken glass from the florescent light-tubs.

From a safe distance, the referee falls to his knees and makes a loud count on the hallway floor…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jimmy Yates: Diamond Del Carver just won this No Limits Match with his patented Diamond Death Drop, but at what cost? To both men!

Diamond Del Carver takes one step forward and raises a fist in victory…then his visible eye rolls back in his head, and he collapses face first in the hallway, unconscious. Ethan Leers is thrashing around in agony, and he rolls away from the broken glass, but unfortunately now most of the glass is sticking in his back. Ethan Leers is still yelling in agony, but his screams are punctuated with laugher…and once again he is smiling.

A group of security men, paramedics and maintenance personnel rush forward. Some of them tend to the fallen Carver, but the crazed looking Ethan Leers stands up, and shoves all offers of help out of the way. His face streaked with blood, and his exposed back pocked with countless shards of glass, Ethan Leers staggers down the hallway, out of sight…but we can still hear his insane laughter.

In the arena, Diamond Del Carver’s theme music has been playing over the sound system to signify his victory, but Carver will not be coming out to celebrate it, as he is being tended to by several EMT’s. The announcers show several slow motion replays of the action. We see the flying knee from Ethan Leers breaking Diamond Del Carver’s nose…we see Leers pounding Carver with the steel chair. We see Carver being thrown through the catering table and hammered with the stainless steel coffee dispenser. A shot is shown of Carver hurling Leers face first through the front of the Coke Machine, and then finally giving him the Diamond Death Drop onto the broken glass.

Soldiers at War

We’re backstage and Moxley is pacing back and forth swiftly, his mind racing. His girlfriend, The lovely Jen X, watches him go back and forth as if watching a tennis match. Herb can be heard muttering, “It’s just not right”. Jen seems concerned about something.

Jen X: Herb… we need to talk...

Moxley: Not right now, Pookie-Mc-Dweedle-Butt, A bit of a situation and I need some back up. Please go find Tyrone Smith and tell him “R2Mox2 is calling in a favor”. I’m going to see what Ryan is up to…

Jen sighs, but seeing the seriousness in Moxley’s tone she stalks off obediently in search of Crazy Boy.

Moxley heads in the other direction and sees a door with a bright orange Kumquat on it. He touches the doorknob when suddenly-

((The malevolent voice of Morgan Freeman:))
“THIS IS A KUMQUAT MOMENT”

Moxley: What the heck was that … ?

Moxley opens the door and walks into Kumquat Kid Ryan Lewis’ dressing room. Ryan is there holding a pair of Nintendo entertainment system controllers in front of a 12-inch TV. Also in the room is a pair of puppets, each holding a remote of their own. Some of the fans in attendance can be heard laughing as they watch on the jumbo tron, recognizing the puppets as the aliens from Sesame street. They look a bit like furry squids with big eyes.

KK: HERB! You’re just in time, these guys challenged us to a game of Mario Kart!!

Alien 1: Yip-Yip… Yip-yip…

Moxley: Uhh… Actually dude, we have a bit of a situation…

KK: What’s wrong??

Moxley: I’ll explain on the way, just come with me.

Kumquat Kid nods but suddenly a second pair of Yip Yip Aliens is standing in front of the door. One of them holding a whiffle ball bat and the other a super soaker 500. They both have eyebrows shaped like a “V” and they mean business.

Alien 3: YIP-YIP-YIP-YIP!!

Moxley: Woah… we don’t want any trouble…

KK: We’ll play some other time guys…

Alien 4: Yip yip YIP YIP YIIIIIP!!!

Moxley: Hey!! Leave my mother out of this…

Ryan Lewis suddenly produces a small orange kumquat and hands it to the Yip-Yip alien holding the waffle ball bat, a gesture of peace.

The Alien proceeds to SMASH THE KUMQUAT WITH THE BAT!!

KK: MY SON! MY SON! YOU KILLED MY SON!

Kumquat Kidd DROP KICKS The Alien holding a bat, Moxley reluctantly follows suit and delivers a super sweet NINJA KICK to the Alien holding the super soaker.

Aliens 1&2: YIP! YIP! YIP!

Kumquat pulls out another … kumquat!!

KK: AVENGE YOUR BROTHER!!

Ryan tosses the kumquat into the first Yip-yip’s mouth. It starts choking desperately and his yip-yip buddy starts giving him the Heimlich maneuver.

KK: HAH!!

Moxley: Nice shot!!

The room suddenly FILLS WITH YIP YIP PUPPETS CARRYING WIFFLE BALL BATS AND SUPER SOAKERS!! NEARLY TWO DOZEN!!

Moxley: There’s… too many of them… !!!!

Aliens: YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP YIP!!!

Kumquat kid pulls out a big ball shaped Kumquat seemingly from nowhere – there is a fuse coming out the top.

Moxley: Is that?? A Kumquat bomb!!??

Ryan nods.

KK: SAVE YOURSELF HERB!!

Ryan opens the door and shoves Moxley out of the room. The scene cuts just as the Alien’s surround Kumquat Kid.

We’re backstage again. Moxley is outside KK’s locker room, breathing heavily. Jen X runs up to Moxley.

((The malevolent voice of Morgan Freeman:))
"THIS WAS A KUMQUAT MOMOMENT"

Jen X: There you are..!! Did I just hear Morgan Freeman-

***BOOOOOOOOOM*** An explosion from the locker room!!

Jen X: What was THAT!?!?

Moxley: Don’t ask…Just… Just don’t ask Jen… Where’s Tyrone?

Jen X: Sorry Herb, I couldn’t find him anywhere.

Herb nods and sighs…

Moxley: It’s ok… Well then, desperate times call for desperate measures…

Jimmy Yates: I’ve been waiting for this match to come for quite a while now. The last couple of times that Stephen Rawlings and Devastation have been in the ring with one another, Rawlings has always found a way to come out of it with a cheap victory, something you know has got to be frustrating to Devastation just like it’s been frustrating to watch from our end.

Bryan Harris: You know why it’s frustrating to Devastation? Because he can’t get the job done. Everyone always talks about how great Devastation is, and yeah, he’s got some skill, but look at his opponent tonight. Stephen Rawlings. Look in the LEGACY record books. Stephen Rawlings has held most of the titles around here, and after tonight, he’s going to be a two-time Tao of Valor Champion, and I don’t want to hear how Devastation is frustrated about being a FORMER champion yet again.

Alan Ducard: Well for those of you who might not be familiar with how an Ultimate X match works, in order to win this match, a competitor must find a way to retrieve the Taoof Valor Championship belt which is suspended high above the ring by two crossing cables, suspended diagonally across the ring from steel structures in the corners and hold on to the belt as they reach the mat.

Jimmy Yates: As the smaller of the two, Stephen Rawlings seems to have a bit of an advantage going into the match, but if Devastation can wear down his opponent with his strength advantage, he’s more than capable of traversing the cables to get to the belt.

Bryan Harris: Something tells me we’re going to end up with a new champion after this match, but we’re going to need to watch the footage to find out, so let’s get to it.

Bryan Harris: Yes Rawlings is in prime position in the center of the ring

Jimmy Yates: Excellent ring awareness by Rawlings there. He may have it here..

Alan Ducard: Every time Devastation is about to execute a devastating maneuver, Rawlings manages to find a way to reach the wires.

Bryan Harris: What’s your point, Al?

Alan Ducard: Simply that this is not Devastation’s playground, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we have a new Tao of Valor Champion tonight.

Rawlings tries shimmying a few feet forward, but Devastation extends his large arms upwards and pulls down on the heels of Rawlings with his massive palms. With a giant sized grunt, Devastation rips Rawlings down from the wires, extends his knee forward and connects with an inverted atomic drop straight from the heavens above. The force of which sends Rawlings bouncing upwards, holding his crotch with his eyes widened in utter horror.

Bryan Harris: Oh my God

Jimmy Yates: (In his best soup nazi impression) No kids for you

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell, I think Stephen might need some ice

Rawlings rolls around on the mat for a few moments, coughing and gagging over his balls having been thrust up into his Adam’s apple courtesy of the super inverted atomic drop. Devastation looks up at the wires and the crowd cheers for Devastation to find a way - - most of the crowd anyway, as portions of the crowd act like total marks and boo Devastation’s prime positioning. Immediately heading for the ropes, Devastation makes his ascension to the top rope, holding the steel, grated, climbable structure situated just in the back of the ring post that holds the bindings for the Ultimate-X wiring.

Turning around very precariously, his big frame looking completely awkward on the top rope, Devastation eyes the championship belt wrapped around the criss-cross of the wiring, faceplate pointed downwards so one has to reach up and unhook the buttons atop the wires. Reaching outwards with his feet clinging to the top turnbuckle as a sturdy foundation, Devastation feels his way outwards as far a he can until his feet slip off the top rope and shoot forward. His near three-hundred pound frame dangles backwards and forwards like a wind chime on a breezy day. Devastation shimmies ever so slowly forward, one palm at a time. About this time, Rawlings recovers enough to stand on his own volition, albeit holding his crotchel region.

Looking up at Devastation making his way across the wires like a sloth would hug his way across a thick tree branch, Rawlings runs towards the ropes. Jumping to the middle rope, Rawlings does a one-eighty in mid-air off of a springboard and wraps his arms around Devastation’s waist. Holding himself there, Rawlings lifts his legs up to put added pressure on Devastation’s grip. After squeezing his hands so hard on the wiring that he squints, Devastation finally lets go. He falls all the way down onto the mat, with Rawlings holding back on the champion’s waist the whole way down until the impact resembles that of a German suplex variation.

Jimmy Yates: Jesus That looked like a dropping German suplex by Rawlings, even if it wasn’t his intentions

Alan Ducard: It sure was, and Rawlings himself looks just as surprised as the rest of the audience.

Devastation holds the back of his neck and back region, as Rawlings holds his back from the impact of both competitors falling from the wiring. A leg from Devastation must have clipped Rawlings in the mouth as his lips appears to be bleeding at the corners of his mouth. Spitting a little blood out onto the mat, Rawlings sits up and forces himself to his feet. Devastation hasn’t moved since the harsh landing, and once again Rawlings sees an opportunity to climb.

Bryan Harris: Rawlings capitalizing on the German suplex here..

Alan Ducard: Devastation might’ve landed on his bloody egg after that fall, lads. This one could be all but over.

Scurrying his way to the top turnbuckle, Rawlings reaches out and immediately starts shimmying his way across the wires. Devastation must have sensed this as he’s risen to one knee. Just about on the championship, Rawlings pulls upwards and tries to unhook the back of the leather strap from the wires. Devastation is on his feet and the fans watching are on the edge of their seats. Rawlings has his hands on the strap, trying desperately to pull the title belt down off of the wires, but fails in doing so. Devastation pulls down on one leg and as soon as Rawlings begins falling, Devastation lunges forward with a diving lariat that sends Rawlings into a dangerous backflipping motion down onto the canvas.

Alan Ducard: WOW

Jimmy Yates: Stole the words right out of my mouth, Alan

Bryan Harris: Sickest clothesline I’ve ever seen.

Devastation gets up off of the mat and instead of seizing his chance at climbing the wires, Devastation picks Rawlings up off of the mat. Stepping back for a moment, Devastation watches rawlings’ groggy state stumble from side to side, trying to keep himself on two feet. Gliding backwards into the ropes, he propels forward off the recoil and sends Rawlings down with a stiff clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: At this point I think Devastation just wants to hurt Rawlings.

Bryan Harris: Of course he does. He’s just jealous Rawlings can climb faster than his fat ass.

Alan Ducard: That’s really rude, Bryan. Devastation is bigger, yes, but I’d hardly call him fat.

Bryan Harris: No? Then what... “big boned”?

Alan Ducard: Stop.

Picking Rawlings up by his arm, Devastation pulls him forward and sends him down with another stiff clothesline, this time from the short-arm scissors position. Not letting go of Rawlings’ arm, Devastation pulls upwards, forcing Rawlings to his feet. Again, Devastation pulls forward on Rawlings, but instead of going for a third clothesline, Devastation lifts up with a spinebuster, pivots his foot, turns around and drives him down to the canvas with a classic Anderson style spinebuster.

Alan Ducard: If this were a regular match, I think Stephen Rawlings would be down for the count here. He’s taken so much punishment in this match already.

Bryan Harris: Well you, and the rest of the world, are going to have to GET OVER the fact that this ISN’T a regular match. It’s Ultimate X and Rawlings, despite being on the mat and looking... uh...

Jimmy Yates: Like Bald Bull just KO’d his scrawny ass?

Bryan Harris: Um, whatever. Rawlings might look hurt, but he’s in the driver’s seat. Devastation cannot climb those wires. It’s simply not possible. Fat people... err, big-boned idiots, aren’t high flyers. That’s a quote straight from Isaac Newton, yessir

Devastation finally looks up at the wiring, and heaves an exasperated sigh. Heading to the turnbuckles, Devastation makes the beginning of his ascension up top. This time a little more quicker, perhaps frantic to successfully defend his championship, Devastation starts shimmying his way across the wires. The weight of him shimmying pulls the wires down heavily, causing his feet to hang somewhat low to the mat. Inch by inch he makes his way across the wires until the belt is near in sight.

Jimmy Yates: He’s almost there

Bryan Harris: C’mon Rawlings Wake up Do you need some no-doze?

Alan Ducard: You’re unreal, Bryan...

Rawlings slowly gets to his feet, and when he looks up at Devastation closing in on the championship belt, he freaks out with something resembling a shriek. Heading to the turnbuckles opposite the corner Devastation began shimmying his way from, Rawlings climbs quickly to the top rope and leaps out onto the wire.

Both men shimmy their way out towards the center until both Rawlings and Devastation are mere feet away from the championship belt. Devastation’s longer feet extend a little further than Rawlings’ do so he throws a few kicks up into Rawlings mid-section. After about three or so, Rawlings manages to catch a leg with one of his free arms, holding it there. Reaching up with his own legs, he grapevines Devastation’s leg. All of a sudden, Rawlings lets go of the wires all together and holds onto Devastation’s leg with all of his might, twisting at his foot with a hanging ankle lock.

Alan Ducard: Oh my GOODNESS!!!

Jimmy Yates: Rawlings has an ankle lock cinched in!! Unbelievable!!

With Rawlings literally hanging upside down with the ankle lock applied onto Devastation, Rawlings sways back and forth as Devastation simply hangs there, wincing in pain and trying not to let go of the wire. Screaming in agony, Devastation shimmies forward a little bit, dragging the weight of Rawlings along with him. The weight of both individuals causes a severe sagging in the wires, with Rawlings head only a couple feet from the canvas.

Suddenly, Rawlings body drops down to the canvas with his arms hugging Devastation’s ankle. Assuming the upright position on the mat again, Rawlings pulls down on Devastation’s leg with both of his arms until Devastation’s hands slip from the wires and he falls flush against the wrestling mat. Some of the crowd actually applauds Rawlings’ incredible upside down submission maneuver as the rest of them boo the fact that Devastation was unable to unhook the championship belt.

“LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE!”, the fans chant, bringing the house down with their excitement and appreciation for the match at hand.

Rawlings grabs Devastaion’s legs so that he is laying supine on the mat. Reaching forward with a boot, Rawlings crushes Devastation’s bread basket with a straight kick. Following it up with another, Rawlings looks around at the capacity crowd, and decides to deliver a third straight kick... this time directly below the belt.

Alan Ducard: C’mon!! That was uncalled for!!

Bryan Harris: It’s Ultimate X, Jimbo! Anything goes! And as far as that kick goes, it was ULTIMATELY legal! Haha, get it? Ultimately? As in, Ultimate X? Ultimate? Ultimate X? Ultimately legal? Haha! Get it?! GET IT?!

Jimmy Yates: That was some of the lamest commentary I’ve ever heard, Bryan. Like, ever. And I’ve heard some frightening bits from that clown Joey C.

With Rawlings back up on his feet, he looks over to the Ultimate X wire and looks back at Devastation. Guiding the big man up to his feet, Rawlings delivers some backhand chops that cause the arena to “Wooooo!” out of pure reflex. Backing Devastation into the ropes, Rawlings then grabs an arm and ties it up between the middle and top rope. Grabbing Devastation’s other arm, he does the same thing. Then, backing up about a foot, he throws a lightning quick straight kick into Devastation’s family jewels again, causing the groggy champion’s knees to buckle, causing the ropes to tie him up even tighter.

Looking back at the wiring above, Rawlings “dusts his hands off” as if his work is done. That’s when all of a sudden the crowd starts clamoring at the appearance of Ron Bailey coming through the crowd.

Bryan Harris: What the hell is this?!

Jimmy Yates: Looks like Bailey’s not gonna let Rawlings words from before slide!

Alan Ducard: Rawlings has no idea! He’s climbing the structure to the wires!!

Bailey immediately hops up onto the ring apron, and begins untying Devastation’s arms from the middle and top ropes. Rawlings spots this at once, and hops down from the turnbuckles. Cussing and pointing at Bailey, The Sure Thing hops down off the apron with his hands up innocently, smiling widely at the Entourage member. Throwing a hissy fit, Rawlings demands Ross Quattro to disqualify Devastation.

Alan Ducard: You have GOT to be kidding me..

Jimmy Yates: He’s got a lot of nerve asking for someone else to be disqualified!!

After Quattro refuses to disqualify Devastation, Rawlings begins heading up to the wires again. Devastation manages to get to his feet as Bailey exits through the crowd area again. Seeing Rawlings making his way to the wiring, Devastation begins a slow ascension atop the turnbuckles as well, carefully steadying himself for a shimmy.

Rawlings quickly begins shimmying his way out when all of the sudden the fans in attendance go ballistic over something they see.

Alan Ducard: No... freaking... WAY....

Bryan Harris: IS THAT... IS THAT... IS THAT AN AXE?!?!

Jimmy Yates: CRONOS DIAMANTE HAS AN AXE!!! WHAT IS HE DOING?!

With a look of pure evil inside his eyes, Cronos Diamante stalks down the ramp way with a giant doubleheaded Labrys axe. With Rawlings almost at the championship belt, Cronos quickly slides into the ring with axe in hand. Devastation sees this and smartly decides to drop down from the wire and stand back, cautious as to Cronos’ motives. Not even seeing Cronos and the axe, Rawlings continues shimmying his way across the wire. Climbing up to the middle turnbuckle, Cronos raises the giant axe over his head, and with a maniacal laugh, he swings for the wire. The blade cuts through the wire like a knife through bread, and at once the wire snaps wildly forward, dropping Rawlings all the way down to the canvas in the process.

The belt hangs loosely by the wire that isn’t cut down, and Devastation looks as if he wants to grab the belt as quickly as possible. Cronos sees this, nods at Devastation and before Devastation can even do anything, Cronos steps over Rawlings prone body, both of his hands clutching the wooden handle to the doubleheaded axe. Half-conscious despite the rough landing, Rawlings looks up in utter terror as Cronos menaces with the deadly weapon.

Bryan Harris: Oh no... oh no... this is bad... this is bad...

Alan Ducard: What is going through that bloke’s mind?!

Jimmy Yates: It’s not worth it, Cronos!! It’s not worth it!!

Rawlings scurries back towards the ropes, fearful that Cronos is going to try and chop him to pieces, but Cronos merely climbs the other turnbuckles, reaches up, swings, and connects the sharp blade with the other wire holding the belt up. Instantly, the wire snaps forward and the belt slips through, falling all the way to the mat. Instinctively, Devastation makes a dive for the belt, covering it with his entire body. Before the bell can even ring, Devastation rolls out of the ring, far and away from Cronos and his axe. Not entirely sure what to make of the situation, Quattro calls for the bell and also hightails it out of the ring away from Cronos and his axe.

Kevin Oppenheimer: ‘ello ‘ello. To what do I owe the honor?

Hannah shrugs coyly.

Hannah Perez: I just wanted to drop by and say hello.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Well then, ‘ello.

Kevin glances around.

Kevin Oppenheimer: So where’s that Diego bloke? Your mate lookin’ to jump out from somewhere?

Hannah again shrugs.

Hannah Perez: He’s not my guy anymore.

Kevin Oppenheimer: You lookin’ for a replacement, then?

Hannah Perez: Maybe.

Try as he might, Kevin’s eyes again wander down to Hannah’s ample cleavage. Becoming aware of this, Hannah snaps his attention back.

Hannah Perez: Up here!

Hannah points at her eyes, grabbing Oppy’s attention again on her face. Hannah doesn’t look as impressed by Kevin anymore, and she stops leaning on the wall.

Hannah Perez: I’ll see you tomorrow night at the New Years Eve party, then?

Kevin nods and then watches as Hannah walks off. After she’s gone, Kevin turns back to his locker room door, only to find Diego de Cardenas, an annoyed grin on his face.

Kevin Oppenheimer: There you are. I knew you’d be lurking around here somewhere. We gonna fight? That’s what this is about?

Diego shakes his head.

Diego de Cardenas – Nah, what this is about is me giving you a clue.

Kevin Oppenheimer: Yeah? You worried I’m about to steal your gal?

Diego de Cardenas – Nope. The two of you? Ain’t gonna happen. You’re not her type. You’re just wasting your time.

Kevin Oppenheimer: So you’re saying that I don’t need to be watching for you over my shoulder, eh?

Diego de Cardenas – That’s exactly what I’m saying… and unless we meet again in the ring sometime soon… I’m done with you.

And with that, Diego walks off. Kevin watches him leave, then walks into his own locker room and lets the door shut behind him.

Jimmy Yates: It’s a shame this arena seats don’t come equipped with seatbelts, because our Omaha fans are in for one helluva ride with this one! With this twisted saga starting to unfold between Entragian and Shane, I have no idea what’s going to happen tonight…

Bryan Harris: Whatever does happen, it will NOT be pretty, boys. Shane has become a very desperate man. He’s exiled himself from The Entourage for the time being, and in his darkest hour he has turned to a FIEND for assistance.

Alan Ducard: This Entragian is just as vile as they come. But Shane claims to be badly disfigured, thanks to that match with Moreno in which Derek’s movie star mug was smashed into an exposed turnbuckle god knows how many times, and Derek now thinks of himself as nothing but a “monster.”

Jimmy Yates: And who can a monster turn to in a time of need except one of his own kind? He’s practically sold his soul to The Devil in hopes that Issac will teach him how to be, well, heartless! If you ask me, Shane’s lust for vengeance towards J-Mo has blinded him, because The Albino Abomination is not a man to be trusted. He is a snake, and he will strike ANYONE at ANY time.

Bryan Harris: You need to understand guys; Derek Shane is a high profile actor. He’s taken Hollywood by storm many times before; this man once proudly wore the Storm Trooper garb, lest we forget! What Justin Moreno has done to Shane is unforgivable. He’s destroyed his career, taken a dump on his legacy, left not only his face scarred, but his very LIFE scarred.

Alan Ducard: Let’s not be overly dramatic, Bry. We don’t know the extent of Shane’s deformation. Now I can understand if he’s upset with Moreno, but if you ask me, Shane brought that on himself. His despicable acts perpetrated against Allison Moreno as of late brought out fierceness in Moreno, and forced him to snap at LEGACY X.

Jimmy Yates: And you fans may be asking yourself, where does Entragian fit into all of this? The answer is simple. He FEEDS off this violence, this pain, like a leech on blood. He’s negotiated himself into this battle of wills between Shane & J-Mo simply for the joy of seeing them tear each other apart. That’s the kind of person Issac is. He’s is EVIL incarnate.

Alan Ducard: No doubt about that. But for argument’s sake, it does seem as though Entragian has invested a certain amount of faith in Shane. Afterall, he IS trying to awaken the “monster” inside of Derek, in order to allow Shane to come away the better man the next time he faces J-Mo. But who knows for sure, you can’t predict where Entragian’s loyalties lie, he’s a very unpredictable creature.

Bryan Harris: And on that note, I think we should transition into the footage, I’m eager to see what went down between these two LEGACY thoroughbreds. Will Shane come away with THE NO LIMITS CHAMPIONSHIP, or will the freak machine known as Entragian have a few more lessons to hand down, this time, with his fists?

Alan Ducard: Entragian in FIRM control so far, and I can’t say I’m too surprised. I still can’t get over the fact that Shane is competing in this match while wearing ragged street clothes, as though his self-worth has been so depleted by this “disfigurement” issue that he can’t even be bothered to come prepared with wrestling gear.

Jimmy Yates: It’s not only that, but Derek is also sporting a leather mask of some sort, covering the majority of his face. It’s nothing fancy, just black material, eyeholes and mouth hole, but it’s serving its purpose in keeping Derek’s face hidden under a veil of mystery.

Bryan Harris: Issac is full of surprises too tonight. He brought some sort of black sack with him to the ring, and stored it under one of the turnbuckles as he made his entrance. I shudder to think what might be in there, considering the bag’s maniacal owner…

Entragian pursues Shane across the ring, but as the big man makes it to the ropes Derek sweeps his legs out from under him, bringing the monster down so that his throat connects with the top rope. Issac hits hard and then stumbles backwards, stunned, yet still on his feet. Shane takes care of this though, although hesitant to attack Issac, he gets up a head of steam and grabs a hold of the back of Issac’s head, drilling his face into the mat with a bulldog. Once he’s brought the albino nightmare down, Shane just fires off with stomp after desperate stomp, trying his best to KEEP Issac down.

Alan Ducard: I think Shane’s best bet is to end this early. Keep the offense coming, and go for that quick pin.

Jimmy Yates: That seems to be what Shane is going for now, just trying to survive and make it out of here before getting in too deep with Entragian. You give him an INCH, and Issac takes a mile…

As if rising from the grave, Issac sits straight up, bringing up a forearm to shield his face from Shane’s boot, and in doing so he effectively grabs Derek’s ankle, violently twisting it and bringing him down to the canvas. Issac stands up, ankle still in hand, and then STEPS right down on Shane’s other leg, nailing it into place, before falling back and yanking Derek’s ankle with him, wish boning the hell out of Shane’s legs. Issac is right back up, and then he LEAPS straight up into the air, coming down with an extreme amount of force and driving the point of his elbow into Shane’s kneecap. Derek moans, an anguished little sound, before cradling his knee to his stomach and rolling around in the mat. Issac continues his relentless assault, grabbing Shane and pulling him up, then managing to negotiate the smaller superstar up onto his shoulders in a sitting position.

Bryan Harris: What the hell does Issac have in mind here?

Jimmy Yates: All I know is that it looks BAD, whatever it is.

Taking one step forward, Issac SITS OUT, while at the same time pushing Shane off his shoulders so that he crushes into the canvas FACE FIRST.
Shane hits HARD, snuffling out breaths as he lays motionless on the mat. Issac remains in his seated position for a moment, smiling down at his handiwork.

Alan Ducard: Electric Chair Bomb. That move will crush the life out of anyone, and Shane is feeling the effects right now firsthand.

Finally Issac gets up to a vertical base, taking his sweet time. The monster walks backwards towards the ropes, and then exits the ring via a backwards flip, walking over to the steel steps and dislodging them from their place with a stiff boot. Issac then grabs up the steel ring steps and throws them into the ring over the top rope, and then he follows his weapon in, sliding under the bottom rope like a serpent.

Shane meanwhile is fighting up to his feet, using the ropes to support his spaghetti legs. Derek turns around, eyes dazed, only to EAT a large serving of steel directed right into his face. After smashing the steel steps into Shane’s face with all his might, Entragian drops them down to the canvas. In a totally bizarre moment, he sits on the steps, one hand resting on his chin as he seems almost to study Derek, who’s lying in a prone state on the canvas, to the point where he seems almost on the bridge between conscious and unconscious.

Bryan Harris: That, ladies and gents, is what I call IMPACT. Shane’s face just got drilled by those steel steps, and that may have added to whatever disfigurement Derek is hiding from the world.

Jimmy Yates: Well this is the world of NO LIMITS, and Issac delights in such a world. I figured it was only a matter of time before some sort of weapon came into play.

With Entragian still sitting on the steel steps, Shane shows signs of life, actually crawling on the canvas away from Issac, towards the bottom rope. Issac makes no attempt to stop him, instead just letting out a small sigh. Shane reaches the edge of the apron, grabbing holding it and pulling his body out of the ring, practically falling to the arena floor. Issac finally rises, stalking after Shane, stepping over the top rope and hopping down to the floor. Shane’s still crawling, but Issac graciously helps him to his feet, before irish whipping him into the security railing. Shane’s body contorts, his arms flying out and taking hold of the railing to keep himself from falling, and Issac is RIGHT there. Using that raw power, he forces Shane up onto one shoulder, then runs forward and LAWN DARTS Derek’s head directly into one of the steel ring posts. Shane crashes down to the floor, his body twitching with pain.

Alan Ducard: Well this is NOT where Shane wants to be. The outside of that ring is like a twisted playground, and Issac is a kid on Christmas. Derek’s gotta get his head in the game and find a way out of this predicament.

Jimmy Yates: …before it’s too late.

Issac snaps Derek right back up to his feet, putting a hand on the back of his neck and throwing him forward, where Shane smacks up against the timekeepers table. The albino looks towards his black sack under the turnbuckle, rubbing his chin. After a moment he shakes his head, mouthing “NOT YET!”. Issac follows Shane in to where he fell, but Derek snatches up the ring bell and BLASTS Issac across the skull with it. Entragian stumbles back and falls against the apron, his hands cradling his head. Shane takes a deep breath, nodding to himself. He makes his way over to Issac, shoving him upwards and then pushing his huge body into the ring under the bottom rope. Derek then goes back towards the timekeepers table, grabbing up a steel chair and folding it. With his metal equalizer in hand, Shane slides into the ring, then takes up a spot behind Issac, simply waiting for the monster to stand.

Jimmy Yates: Talk about being RESOURCEFUL! Shane just grabbed that ring bell out of nowhere, and he really cleaned Issac’s clock with it.

Alan Ducard: Just when it seems as though Shane is backed into a corner, he find an opening, and uses it to slither out of harm’s way.
That’s classic Shane.

Issac SOMEHOW has made it up to his feet, shaking his head back and forth to drive away the cobwebs; he spins on his heels and walks forward, only to have Shane RUN at him and just try to hammer him right across the top of the skull with the steel chair. Issac sees it coming, and throws up his arms to block the hit, but Shane ducks under the attempt, rebounds off the ropes and WAFFLES the chair straight into Issac’s face. Entragian staggers backwards, a trickle of blood running out of his freshly busted eyebrow. What’s scary about this though is that Issac does NOT fall, in fact after staggering a few steps backward the monster finds his balance, and he just raises his head and stares at Shane, a cheshire cat grin slowly finding its way onto his face. At this point Shane just looks terrified, he drops the chair, shaking his head back and forth as though he’s at a loss for what the hell to do.

Bryan Harris: My god, did Entragian just ABSORB that chairshot as though it was nothing? Sometimes I really question rather or not this man is human!

Jimmy Yates: That’s frightening, Bry. It really is. What does Shane have to do to put this freak out of commission? Can Issac EVER be stopped??

Shane tries to put his fear behind him, running forward perhaps looking for a clothesline, but he eats a big boot courtesy of Entragian. Derek pops right back up, and this time it’s an uppercut that flings him a few feet across the ring and onto his back. Derek scrambles against the ropes, yanking himself upwards, and moving towards Issac. Entragian begins to just taunt him, pointing to his own jaw and screaming the phrase “HIT ME” over and over again. The albino’s white hair is plastered against his face with sweat, and a trail of blood has dripped down from his eyebrow and stained his features, but those green eyes still look just as dangerous and cunning as ever. Shane hesitates, and then fires off with a right hand. Issac blocks it easily, then swings a haymaker right of his own and rocks Shane, knocking him flat.

Alan Ducard: Issac seemed almost infuriated that Shane hesitated when offered the opportunity to hit him, could this be Issac’s strange method of “teaching” coming into play once again?

Jimmy Yates: That’s a strong possibility Alan.

Shane is backpedaling himself on the canvas, crawling away from Issac and begging off, but just as Entragian leans down to pick him up, Shane snaps his head forward and HEADBUTTS Issac straight in the groin, causing the monster the list over to the side and fall against the ropes for support, gripping his lower belly in excruciation. Shane takes his opening, scrambling up to his feet and locking Issac’s arms up with a double underhook, as though he’s about to go for a butterfly suplex.

Bryan Harris: Shane can’t be thinking butterfly suplex, that’s over three hundred pounds; it’s just too much weight!

Jimmy Yates: Nah, I think Shane’s looking for FADE TO BLACK, Bry. It’s a submission hold Shane has utilized many times before, and it is HARD to break out of.

Sure enough, Derek grapevines his legs around Issac’s waist and falls to his back against the canvas, pulling HARD on Issac’s arms and squeezing with his legs. Issac growls against the mat like a surly dog, trying desperately to find a way out of this, squiggling against Shane’s grip like an eel. Travis Rollins is right there in Issac’s face, asking if he wants to give it up, and Issac roars out the word “NO” through clenched and sharpened teeth.

Alan Ducard: This is SMART strategy. I don’t think that Shane would be able to get Issac up for “CUT AND PRINT”, so it looks as though he’s going the submission route for the finish, trying to get Entragian to tap out.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know Alan, Issac has never tapped out since being on the LEGACY roster…

After a few more moments of rolling around on the canvas with Shane locked on like a pit-bull, Issac uses his leg strength to force himself up to his feet, then he simply JUMPS and throws all of his body weight down onto Shane, sort of “spinebusting” him into the canvas, and forcing him to break the hold. Issac pants, rising to his knees and shrugging his shoulders in their sockets to get some feeling back into them, before reaching out and taking hold of the top rope, using it to help navigate his way back up to a vertical base. Shane is quick to his feet as well; jumping up onto Issac’s back and locking in a sleeper hold. Entragian’s eyes alight with rage, and he just bends down and SMACKS both hands into Shane’s ears, loosening his grip on Issac’s neck. Using that moment of weakness, Issac rips Shane’s arms away from his neck and powers Derek’s torso up onto his shoulder, before running a few steps across the ring and snapping him down to the mat with a running powerslam.

Jimmy Yates: Well that sleeper was short-lived, thanks to an amazing counter from The Pale Plague. Both men have got to be hurting at his point.

Alan Ducard: I’d imagine so. This just gets more and more personal with each passing second.

Issac pushes up to his feet, palms against canvas in a burst of strength. He grabs Derek by the hair and just starts to drag him across the mat, and once he reaches the ropes he yanks Shane up by the hair sticking out of his mask. At this point Issac just pushes Shane square in the chest, driving him against the ropes, and then Issac moves in and twists the ring ropes so that Shane’s arms are TRAPPED in them. Shane has nowhere to go, his legs drooping against the mat and both of his arms locked in place by the ropes. Issac rears his head back, an open mouthed grin on his face, his chest heaving with silent laughter. The Omaha crowd begins to chant “YOU ARE A FREAK! CLAP CLAP CLAP! YOU ARE A FREAK!”

Issac doesn’t seem to mind, he licks his lips with his forked tongue, sizing Shane up. He moves his head from side to side like a viper about to strike; relishing this precarious position he has Shane in.

Bryan Harris: This is NOT good for Shane, folks. The man is helpless, tied up in those ropes, with absolutely no way to defend himself.

Jimmy Yates: He is at the mercy of that mentally unstable sociopath, and we all know that Entragian NEVER shows mercy. I’ve got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach…

Issac takes a step forward, his hand reaching out, the fingernails like claws. He digs his fingers into the material of Shane’s mask, and then looks out towards the fans, raising his eyebrows in a perverse manner. After toying with the masses for a moment, Issac TEARS the mask off of Shane’s face and throws it across the ring, gesturing with one hand towards Derek’s face for the whole world to see.

Bryan Harris: Wait, what the hell? I thought Shane was supposed to be permanently disfigured! This is laughable!

Shane’s face does indeed look somewhat drained, as though he hasn’t gotten much sleep lately, also perhaps due to the fact that he’s been through Hell these past few weeks. His eyes are sunken deep into his sockets, and the only MAJOR imperfection is a prominent scar across his forehead where Moreno busted him open against the turnbuckle at LEGACY X. But other than this, Shane doesn’t really look that bad, and he is DEFINITELY not “horribly disfigured.”

Jimmy Yates: I’m speechless. He looks fine! Sure that’s a nasty scar, but from the way Shane’s been talking, I thought his face would be a ruin. This is a crock of sh----

Alan Ducard: Lemme cut you off before you say something you’ll regret Jimmy, but I have to agree with you, this was the LAST thing I was expecting. It’s obvious to me now that Shane is just a VERY vain person, and in his mind, I’m sure he thinks that scar is the END OF THE WORLD. But to my eyes, and I believe the eyes of our LEGACY fans, Shane is not even CLOSE to being deformed.

Despite this disappointing reveal, Shane absolutely FREAKS as the mask is ripped off his head, whipping his head down and trying to bury his face against his chest. He closes his eyes, his legs shaking in futility, while at the same time screaming at the top of his lungs. “Don’t look at MEEEEE! I’M HIDEOUS!!!”

Jimmy Yates: Talk about a drama queen.

Entragian seems to be getting madder and MADDER with each passing second, as he watches Shane’s vanity get the better of him despite the fact that his wounds are in fact, MINOR. Issac clicks his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head back and forth as though he’s ashamed of how Derek is acting. After a moment’s pause, Issac exhales heavily from his nose and then just starts to HAMMER Derek’s face with closed fist after closed fist, swinging rights and lefts like a dervish, before capping off his assault with a barrage of WILD uppercuts.

Alan Ducard: Issac is unleashing some EVIL in there right now, and he is not showing even a speck of remorse.

Jimmy Yates: Could this be another lesson from the albino heathen? Thou shall not be consumed by thine own vanity. Entragian commandment # 666!

Entragian backs off, breathing heavily, pointing one finger at Derek and mouthing something to him, it almost seems like he’s berating him for doing something wrong. In the flick of his wrist, Issac unsnaps the sheath along his hip and pulls “The Slayer” into his right hand, liking the feel of the iron handle against his palm. He takes a step to his side, winding up, and then he just WHACKS Derek on the side of the head with the head of the iron cudgel. The sound alone is MENACING, like bone rubbing against iron in an instant of untold amounts of pain. Derek’s neck seems to turn to brittle, his head falling forward in a TOTALLY dazed state.

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

Alan Ducard: MOTHER OF GOD! That was HORRID. Issac just snapped that club against Derek’s head, and who knows what kind of damage has been done.

Bryan Harris: You ain’t lying Alan. That thing has the potential to crack skulls. Shane could be cruising down “head trauma” boulevard right about now.

The force of the blow along with the dead weight of Derek’s own body causes his trapped arms to slip out of the ropes, and he crashes down to the canvas, his eyes fluttering behind the eyelids. Entragian smiles that cannibal smile, and then places “The Slayer” back into his sheath. Issac then walks to the very center of the ring, tilting his head back and looking towards the heavens. His white hair falls behind him like a mane, blood dripping into one eye from his busted eyebrow. His forked tongue flicks out of his mouth, flipping and flickering as he looks upwards.

Alan Ducard: What in the bloody hell is he doing? Has Entragian gone ALL the way off the deep end? He could very well pin Shane RIGHT NOW.

Bryan Harris: Maybe he’s seeking divine intervention. After all he IS looking towards heaven!

Jimmy Yates: HAH. Well I don’t wanna be in the arena when the lightning bolt hits him square in the face.

Issac reaches one hand up towards the rafters, twirling his index finger as though making some sort of signal. His head then turns as though on a swivel, his eyes locking onto the black sack he placed beneath the turnbuckle earlier. Issac goes over to this black bag, undoes the drawstring, and pulls out a STEEL CHAIN. He winds this through his hand a few times, grinning, and then he flicks his gaze back up towards the ceiling, where we now see a MEAT HOOK descending from the rafters, connected to yet another steel chain that vanishes FAR up among the steel girders and beams somewhere up above.

Alan Ducard: Is that a MEAT HOOK? This has gone too far, what does Issac plan to do with that? This is a wrestling arena, not a butcher shop!

Jimmy Yates: Somebody stop him! He’s out of his damn mind!

There’s a sound like a cog wheel turning as the MEAT HOOK lowers ever the closer to the ring, and while it continues to inch it’s way downward Issac goes over to Derek’s limp body, pulling him by the wrist and beginning to string the chain he took from the bag through the loops of Derek’s pants. After this is done, he takes the remaining slack of the chain and begins to loop it around Shane’s feet, tying it into a knotted jumble. With Shane’s feet chained up, and the meat hook now at a level where Issac can reach it, Issac takes the chain links that are securely tied to Shane’s ankles and slides them onto the meat hook. After this is done, Issac makes a motion with his hand like a wheel turning, and the chain and meat hook begin to wind back up towards the rafters, but this time, SHANE goes with them!

Bryan Harris: He’s stringing Shane up like a deer carcass! Better get some help out here before Issac guts the man!

At this point Derek has finally come around, and he is worked up into a FRENZY of terror. He digs and claws against the canvas for purchase, screaming at the top of his lungs to be let loose. Issac kicks one of Shane’s hands away from the mat, and leans down to leer and smile at him as Shane is pulled higher and higher, inch by inch.

Shane just keeps on rising, his body starting swing from side to side on the meat hook, his head now about FIVE feet from the canvas. At this juncture Shane begins shrieking.

Derek Shane: “I QUIT!!! I GIVE UP!! PLEASSSSEEE!!!”

Travis Rollins, who up to this point seemed so shocked by the situation that he didn’t know WHAT the hell to do, has no choice but to flip a hand to the timekeeper, signaling the bell to ring. Josephina Colbert makes her announcement from outside the ring, her voice trembling slightly as she witnesses this travesty.

Entragian whispers down into his Shane’s face, his voice a tone of bittersweet vehemence.

THE IVORY TERROR: Face your fears. Destroy your FEAR; do not let it destroy YOU.

Derek just continues to mutter, pleading with Issac, BEGGING him to let him down. The blood rushes to Shane’s head, drool and saliva flowing from his mouth as he hangs upside down like a dead animal. This doesn’t appear to be the answer Issac was looking for. He stares at the canvas for a moment, his expression seeming almost disgusted, and then he just winds back his arm and PELTS Shane in the middle of the forehead, targeting the old scar J-Mo created on Shane’s brow. At the last moment Issac twists his fist, his knuckles biting into the flesh and tearing the scar open again, a fine crimson rain starting to flow from the laceration.

Issac leans in once more, roaring into Derek’s face.

THE IVORY TERROR: FACE YOUR FEARS, BOY!!!

Entragian turns away from Shane, looking towards the rafters and barking an order, his features contorted with untold amounts of fury.

THE IVORY TERROR: RACK HIM UP!

With Shane still shivering in fear and almost convulsing as he is suspended from the meat hook, the chain begins its slow ascension back towards the arena ceiling, pulling Shane with it bit by bit. Elizabeth raises one delicate hand, waving BYE BYE, her black nail polish shining in the light from the stark arena floodlights. Issac simply goes over to one of the turnbuckles, leaning back and resting himself, his eyes turned up to watch his student’s progress.

This goes on for a few more seconds until Shane is suspended TWENTY FEET in the air, at that point the chain’s upward motion simply stops, leaving Shane to flip and contort himself while hanging upside down like a helpless rat caught in a trap. Entragian then steps back towards the center of the ring, where a soft shower of red rain has begun to fall, dripping from the wound on Shane’s forehead and plunging twenty feet to the canvas where the droplets fall at Issac’s feet. In a totally perverse moment, Entragian actually reaches his hand out and lets a few droplets of the blood fall into his palm, and then he uses his index finger to paint an UPSIDE DOWN cross onto his forehead, reminiscent of the same mark he made on himself during his feud with Greyson Blade.

Alan Ducard: I…I’m speechless. Someone please get that man down from there, this is TOO much.

Jimmy Yates: GET SOME HELP OUT HERE! THIS IS CHAOS!

After his little blood ritual, Issac yells up to Shane ONE last time.

THE IVORY TERROR: FACE YOUR FEARS, AND YOU WILL CONQUER DEATH!

Then Issac simply stalks out of the ring, stepping over the top rope and making his way to the back with Gaunt right beside him. She giggles and steals glances behind her shoulder, seeming to delight in Derek’s torment, but Issac doesn’t look back even once, the hulking freak machine simply walks with a purpose, leaving his opponent suspended twenty feet in the air. As the camera cuts back to Shane, we see that he’s gone COMPLETELY still, his body showing not even a hint of motion.

Alan Ducard: Fans I have just heard from our medical staff backstage, and we are able to give you an update on the condition of Diamond Del Carver and Ethan Leers after their No Limits Match earlier this evening. The medical staff had to set the nose of Diamond Del Carver, and he will have an x-ray tonight to determine the extent of the injury. Carver also received stitches in his mouth, both these injuries as a result of the repeated knees to the head from Ethan Leers. An MRI is also scheduled for Mr. Carver to determine potential damage from from those repeated blows to the head.

Bryan Harris: Never mind him…that old goat is like Keith Richards…I don’t know what it’s going to take to kill him…what about Ethan Leers?

Jimmy Yates: That’s the problem. We’re being told that Ethan Leers refused all medical care, and actually left the arena tonight without having that massive laceration on his forehead looked at, or worse…getting any of that broken glass removed from his back. Apparently he uh…well…laughed…and left the arena.

Alan Ducard: Obviously fans, we will give you any further updates as we get them, but from what we are told, Del Carver will have to spend the night in hospital, and he is definitely battered and lacerated, but he has no permanent injuries that will keep him out of action. At this point, we can only speculate as to the physical and mental condition of Ethan Leers.

Andrew Kelley: Laura, earlier tonight, we saw Chris Turner boil over twice, once in talking about how he wants to get into the No Limits division, and the second time was during the three-way No Limits match, where he got himself physically involved. Does he think that this is the way he's going to convince the front office to let him back into that division?

Laura: I really hope not...you know; (shakes her head) I don't get that guy. He thinks something and acts instantaneously...there's SO many better ways to go about this.

Andrew Kelley: Some of the things he’s done here in LEGACY have made him seem almost like an animal, where he doesn’t necessarily think of the reprocussions of what his actions might be. Aside from maybe Stephen Rawlings, I’d guess that you would probably be the person who knows Chris Turner the best, what’s it going to take for him to start playing by the rules?

Laura: Me. He was in great spirits last time we were together; granted things are different now and he's still acting immature in my presence--but I know I can change him; at least enough to quit acting the way he has. Maybe it's something from before that needs to happen....

Her voice trails off.

Andrew Kelley: What do you have in mind?

Laura: No comment.

She takes a deep breath and looks off in the distance to her right, seemingly frustrated with either herself or Turner. She takes a few steps to her left, snaps her head in that direction and walks off.

Issac stalks through the bowels of the arena with what appears to be a purpose, darting around a corner and coming almost face to face with road agent Carter Franklin. Carter freezes, actually cringing for a moment, his face telling us that he would like to be ANYWHERE else in the world right now. Entragian darts forward, snapping a hand down on his shoulder, a grin erupting onto that demonic face.

The Ivory Terror: Carter! You and I never really get to talk like this, just the two of us. Why is that? I was thinking we could start carpooling. Save gasoline in this terrible economic slump we got going, yeah? Besides, my hearse has PLENTY of leg room.

Franklin’s mouth falls agape, looking up at Issac like a mosquito caught on a roll of fly paper. Speechless would be the best way to describe him at the moment.

The Ivory Terror: Tell you what, sleep on it Frank-Furter, and get back to me sometime. Right now you’re going to tell me where to find Belote, I know he’s here tonight, and I need to have a few choice words with the man.

Carter raises a slightly trembling hand and points behind him, swallowing quite loudly and dramatically.

Carter Franklin: End of the hall, 2nd door on your left.

Entragian grants Franklin a sarcastic nod of his head, proceeding to push him out of the way and continue on down the hall. He reaches the door in question, with the “Belote” name plate, and seconds before reaching towards the knob Landon Savage exits the room, closing the door behind him, and unknowingly coming face to face with The Albino Abomination.

Landon Savage: Well…Issac. Hi there. Can I help you?

Entragian leans down, tilting his head to the side as he locks his eyes on Savage.

The Ivory Terror: No. I’m not here to see underlings, Savage. Now if you’ll kindly get the HELL out of my way, I’ve got a date with Belote.

Savage is not to be intimidated, however he remains very rigid and unsure of himself considering what Entragian did to Derek Shane earlier in the night. The last person he would want to enrage tonight is this albino freak machine.

Landon Savage: He’s actually very busy tonight Issac, Rob’s got a huge workload on his plate, and very little time for visitations. I’m sure I can be of service if you need to talk about something…

This is NOT the answer Issac wants to hear, he leans closer to Landon, almost pinning him up against the door, his seven foot frame LOOMING over the front office representative. The filed down teeth are on display, the enamel shining in the albino’s snarling mouth.

The Ivory Terror: You’re severely testing my patience. I haven’t eaten since breakfast, Landon. That makes me just a LIL cranky. I have certain appetites, you see…

Landon stares into that mouth full of razor teeth, his eyes widening, his composure starting to slip away bit by bit. He stands his ground, but also decides to make the SAFE decision.

Landon Savage: Alright Issac. Alright! Calm down. Go on in, I think in this case an exception can be made.

Issac smirks, a chuckle bubbling up from his chest, sounding a lot like Pennywise from Stephen King’s IT.

The Ivory Terror: You’re damn right; he’ll make an exception for ME. Step aside, I’m sure you have work to do elsewhere; Rob’s shoes don’t polish themselves afterall.

Savage reluctantly steps out of Issac’s way, his face conflicted, but Entragian pays no mind, simply brushing past Savage and opening up the door, entering the room and slamming the door behind him. Rob sits at a mahogany desk, scrawling something down on a piece of paper, and upon seeing Issac enter he looks up, his eyes growing large with surprise.

Rob Belote: Issac…?

The Ivory Terror: ROB! Great to see ya, boss. How’s the family?

Entragian hunkers down into a leather chair in front of Rob’s desk, crossing his huge legs and adjusting the No Limits Title on his shoulder. He regards Rob with the sly eyes of a hyena, a warm smile on his face.

Rob Belote: Family’s fine, Issac. Uhh. What can I do for you?

The Ivory Terror: You know what, sore subject, forget I asked about the family. I’m sure John Thomas brings enough disappointment to your feet without me having to remind you of that. What a little piece of sh*t that kid is, it’s a shame you can’t pick your sons, am I right?

Entragian rails on before Rob can even address this statement, transitioning into the real reason he’s here.

The Ivory Terror: But getting down to business, I’m not here just to carry on friendly banter with you, Belote. I come to you with a proposition. A humble request from yours truly, and I think you’ll be able to get behind this idea.

Rob rubs his chin, meeting Issac’s gaze, not sure of the man’s intentions. He treads carefully, mindful of Issac’s size, but still carrying himself with professional tact.

Rob Belote: Let’s hear it. What do you have on your mind?

The Ivory Terror: A name. It burns in my brain, leaving a charred marking DEEP within my gray matter. That name… is Damien Black. Let’s face it Rob, Damien and I tore the roof down at LEGACY X, and we gave those nauseating fans a NL match to remember.

Rob Belote: I agree fully, you guys took things to a whole new level. It was a great match, and I liked what I saw.

The Ivory Terror: Of course. It was an epic encounter, and I LONG for battles of that magnitude. Very few men on this roster can give me that level of competition, with a few exceptions here and there, like Greyson Blade, but now I see that BLACK also provides that spark of serious competition. When I fought him, my blood ran hot, he brought a whole new kind of malevolence to the table, and I strove to hang right in there with him, punch for punch, move for move. He brings out the BEST in me, and I think we shouldn’t limit ourselves to only ONE battle…

Rob Belote: Hmmm. What exactly are you saying, Entragian? You want to face Black again?

The Ivory Terror: That’s exactly it, fearless leader. I want to FEEL that rush again. I want my black heart to beat faster and faster as Black and I push each other to our own personal BREAKING POINTS. He can do it. I can do it. And you know what else, something you may find shocking?

Rob looks at Issac, his expression questioning, eyebrows raised.

The Ivory Terror: If I fall before him, I will NOT regret this decision. Black is a fitting choice to carry the No Limits Division on his back, I’m certain he will take it to entirely new levels of the macabre. He is one of the ONLY men on this roster who I would dub WORTHY of my golden bane, my No Limits Championship. So if he proves to be the better man during our next battle, then I’ll accept that, because I trust him to carry on where I left off. The Age of Entragian is at its peak, but if the Black Era manages to eclipse my reign? I’ll tip my hat to my adversary, and thank him for providing me with a TRUE challenge.

Issac wets his lips, adding even more incentive to the pot.

The Ivory Terror: And let’s face it, Black is the RIGHTFUL number one contender to the No Limits Title. Did you see how he handled Fallen Angel and Bashir earlier tonight? Angel is a bad mother’, but Black crushed him, and Bashir, doesn’t get much credit, but I’ve been in the ring with that Afghani knucklehead, and hitting him is like hitting a rhino in the face. Black won that three way, and the way I see it, he’s EARNED himself another shot at NL gold.

Considering the argument, Rob nods.

Rob Belote: Strong words, Issac. I’ll trust that you’re being sincere, and I have to admit, I like where you’re going with this. How about we make this official? How’s this sound: at Eleventh Hour, Entragian vs Black II, for YOUR No Limits Championship.

The Ivory Terror: Sounds great. Like jingle bells on Christmas day, music to my ears! And I can assure you Rob, I plan on taking the fight to him like a feral dog pumped full of PCP. If he wants my title, he’s going to have to WORK for it. Thanks for this little chat, bossman, it’s been fun. I’m always up for a little employer/employee bonding!

Rob fakes a smile, nodding his head as though he’s not sure what to make of Issac AT ALL.

Rob Belote: Well, glad I could help…

Entragian stands up, nodding his head thoughtfully, before snapping himself forward over Rob’s desk and grabbing something, causing LEGACY’s owner to jerk back in his seat, eyes INCREDIBLY cautious. Issac’s grin grows even wider, as it appears all he did was snatch up a LEGACY pen, which he gingerly places into the pocket of his jeans. Without another word, the massive albino makes his exit, slamming the door shut behind him, leaving the camera focused on Rob as he exhales deeply and shakes his head back and forth.

Jimmy Yates: If you could even CALL it that. I call it legalized assault.

Bryan Harris: Who sanded your vagina, Yates? This is a great match up.

Jimmy Yates: If you want to see a four on one mugging.

Bryan Harris: Exactly. I just think its too late to get this match up on the "Match of the Year" voting.

Alan Ducard: Well we'll let the match itself play out before we try to laud it as something more than its been set up for. Which is further opportunity for Loco's Circus-

Bryan Harris: Its Cirque du MoFo, Al.

Alan Ducard: - if I may finish. An opportunity for Loco and his crew to inflict further damage on X-Calibur.

One..

Two...

Thr-NO. X kicks out.

Alan Ducard: Amazing resilience from X-Calibur. As its been a fairly one sided affair, so far.

Bryan Harris: And lets not point out the high quality tandem offense!

Jimmy Yates: I'd like to point out that Loco Martinez is in the match for the first time.

Loco scoops up X-Calibur who seems to snap to life at seeing Loco in the match, and begins driving rights into Loco's head. The Crowd roars as Loco is rocked, eventually Loco falls to the mat. John Thomas quickly steps in reprimanding X for using closed fists.

Bryan Harris: That's right, JT! This is WRESTLING... not BOXING!

The crowd erupts in BOOOOO's at John Thomas' interference.

Alan Ducard: I know that the closed fist is something of a subjective rule for most referees, but I can't help but think in THIS case the motive is suspect.

X glares at John Thomas who points at his referee's shirt. X rolls his eyes and mouths "Bullsh*t", and as he turns he's leveled by a spinning heel kick from Loco. Loco now gets up taunting X. He viciously stomps down on the midsection of the former champ. He winds up again and again delivers another spleen rupturing stomp to X's midsection.

Loco then goes to the corner. Goes to the bottom rope, and jumps off with a double stomp.

Bryan Harris: Yukon Double Stomp!

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

Loco gets to his feet quickly, and points to X screaming. He saunters to his corner and tags Arch Angel in. Angel steps over the top rope. As X struggles to his feet he is nearly decapitated by a running big boot. Angel follows that up with an elbow drop. He stays on top, with a cocky cover.

One..

Two-NO!

X shoulders out, Angel looks at John Thomas and the two share a chuckle like they're enjoying it. Which only serves to make the crowd irate. A few sections begin to chant "Ass-holes" at the men. Angel scoops up X and drops him down across the top turnbuckle.

Bryan Harris: Snake eyes!

Angel then grabs him in a side suplex position and drops X down hard across the back of his head/shoulders. Angel stands towering over X and throws his hands out which draws the ire of the crowd.

Alan Ducard: With a man like X-Calibur you don't tempt fate. Arch Angel, right now, is tempting fate.

Bryan Harris: At his age, Al, the men of Anarchy can use as much rest as possible.

Angel goes to scoop up X, who rolls him up with an inside cradle the crowd roars, as John Thomas drops to the mat.

One...

Two.NO! Angel kicks out authoritatively.

X is up and throws a right, but Angel blocks it, and grabs X's head and drives a nasty headbutt into X that sends him to the mat. Angel picks up X and slams him down, and heads to the corner making a tag to T.Rex. Rex steps in, and grabs X in a side russian leg sweep position. Angel bounces off the far ropes and nails X-Calibur with a running big boot adding extra force and damage as T.Rex rocks back with the Side Russian Leg Sweep. Crashing X to the mat.

Rex floats over and makes the cover.

One...

Two...

TH-no-BOOOOOOOO!

Alan Ducard: I can't believe T.Rex just pulled X-Calibur off the mat.

Bryan Harris: I think he knew X wasn't done, so he figured he'd be better off continuing the offensive.

Jimmy Yates: Stop. Look at the smiles on the faces of Loco, John Thomas, and Arch Angel and tell me they aren't absolutely giddy over this.

Rex brings X to his feet, X-Calibur wobbles the effects of the damage more and more visible, as Rex bear hugs him and takes him to the side with a belly suplex. Rex gets up and clutches his eye...

T.Rex: My contact!!!!!

Rex drops to the mat, but in doing so puts his shin over X-Calibur's throat choking X with all of T.Rex's weight. John Thomas drops to the mat in a faux attempt to assist in looking for the "Missing contact". X flails as Rex chokes the life out of him. All the while continuing to grope at the mat to find his contact. The crowd unleashes every ounce of hate they have for this charade.

Alan Ducard: This crowd doesn't buy it, and I myself am a bit skeptical.

Jimmy Yates: A BIT?!? This fraud is ridiculous.

Bryan Harris: Do you want Rex to fight at a disadvantage?! He needs that contact.

Jimmy Yates: And he just so happens to have to put his shin across the throat of X-Calibur AND get John Thomas to help him find it so the "referee" can't do his job?!

Bryan Harris: With X "immobilized" there is less chance for the contact to be lost or damaged. It really is the only way.

As Thomas and Rex continue to search X's flailing starts to subdue as he begins to fade from conciousness. Rex notices this and is satisfied. He makes one more sweep of the mat in front of him, and a sarcastic expression of joy crosses his face.

T.Rex: FOUND IT!

Rex stands and covers his eye while putting the contact back in. On the apron Loco and Arch Angel share a chuckle. Loco elbowing Angel in the ribs and pointing, really enjoying this show.

Jimmy Yates: I can't believe that man represents this company as its champion.

Rex is up and bounces off the ropes. He gets to X and leaps looking for a big running splash, but X-Calibur rolls out of the way. T.Rex rolls around on the mat clutching at his stomach. X stays on the mat trying to catch his breath after being choked. The crowd tries to rally X-Calibur with a "Lets go X" chant. Loco and Arch Angel urge T.Rex to make the tag.

X stirs as T.Rex begins to crawl towards his corner. X is up to a knee and T.Rex gets to his corner and tags in Loco. Loco jumps to the top rope and leaps off with a high cross body, that sends X crashing to the mat. Loco is up to his feet quickly runs to the near side middle rope and leaps backwards nailing an asai moonsault. Loco hops to his feet quickly and takes a bow, which is met with a chorus of BOO's. Loco smirks, and goes to the near corner, closest to X and hops to the top rope, and perches himself like a gargoyle. He waits as X stirs. X gets to his feet, wobbling, and as soon as he stumbles in range, Loco leaps backwards, backflipping, and on the way down, he grabs X in a reverse DDT and plants him into the mat.

Bryan Harris: That Warm Fuzzy Feeling. Bringing each of us a little holiday cheer.

Alan Ducard: I don't say this often, Bry, but... STOP.

Loco drapes an arm across X. John Thomas drops to count.

One...

Two....

thr-BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Jimmy Yates: That dirty... sunuva... .... John Thomas stopped the count!

Loco looks up feigning shock, as John Thomas tries to massage the "Cramp" he just got in his shoulder which stopped the count. Loco's shock melts away to a vile smile. He licks his lips like predator who's about to devour a dinner. He begins to stomp away at the prone X. He brings X-Calibur up to his feet and whips him into his team's corner, hard. He saunters over and tags in T.Rex.

Loco Martinez: Finish him!

T.Rex smiles, and nods getting into the rings. He drives series of right hands into X's head which sends him slumping to the mat. Rex then tags Arch Angel in, who steps into the ring. Rex steps up onto the middle rope looking to his his vader bomb styled middle rope splash, and Angel scoops X-Calibur up for his pedigree styled double underhook piledriver.

Bryan Harris: Anarchy looking for their tag team finisher, the Anne Archery.

X falls to the mat unable to support his own weight. His three opponents and the referee share a cocky chuckle. Angel again goes for the double underhook, but X drops to his knees, and drives his forearm up into Arch Angel's crotchel region doubling the big man over. The crowd loses it. Chanting, "X-Cal! X-Cal! X-Cal!" A sudden adrenaline rush and X-Calibur jumps to his feet and pulls a surprised T.Rex down from the middle rope. He spins him around and grabs both men in 3/4 snapping neck breaker position Unbeknownst to X-Calibur Loco slaps Arch Angel on the shoulder as X is in the process of setting both men up.

He drops the two of them with every bit of force and anger left in his body.

Alan Ducard: X-TERMINATORS!!!!

Jimmy Yates: In stereo!!!!

The crowd is roaring. The place nearly quaking from the noise. Rex and Angel have not moved at all.

Alan Ducard: Listen to this place.

Jimmy Yates: What?

X-Calibur stays down for a few moments recovering. He rolls Angel over slowly and makes the cover.

No count.

The crowd boos mercilessly. X snaps his head up and glares at John Thomas who points at his referee's shirt and adamantly says that neither T.Rex or Arch Angel are the legal man. X shouts "bullsh*t!!" . He gets up and gets in John's face, looking incredibly close to snapping and just pummeling JT into oblivion. Thomas throws his hands up innocently as he back pedals. X takes a step closer, but is quickly stopped as he is grabbed and spun around by the Legacy World Champion and is nearly decapitated with Loco's short arm super kick.

Bryan Harris: LOCAPITATOR!!

X drops in a heap. Loco makes a lateral press. John Thomas dropping to make the count. Loco nods to him, as if saying, "finish the count".

Alan Ducard: This farce may be finally, and mercifully at its end.

One...

Two...

Three!!!

The bell rings.

Alan Ducard: This is unnecessary! What are they trying to prove?!?

Bryan Harris: That they are not just "a" force in Legacy, Al, that they're THE force in Legacy.

Jimmy Yates: This is despicable.

They continue to drive boot after boot into X. T.Rex and Arch Angel, finally recovered from their X-Terminators, are up and they begin joining in on the four on one beat down. Loco takes a step back laughing maniacally watching like some sadistic proud father. He drops to the mat and looks like he has some additional trash talk for X, but doesn't say a word. He just grab's X's face and takes a long hard look at his eyes. He then looks up at T.Rex and Arch Angel wide eyed.

Loco Martinez: I said... Finish him. Now... FINISH HIM!!!!

T.Rex and Arch Angel nod almost robotically. The drag X to the corner and again begin to set up for the Anne Archery.

Alan Ducard: Someone's gotta stop....

The roof explodes as Herb Moxley comes from the back, a few steps behind him is a bandaged Diamond Del Carver with a folding chair in his right hand. Both men tearing hiney down to the ring.

Alan Ducard: Here comes the calvary!

Bryan Harris: They have NO business here!

Jimmy Yates: They're doing the right thing. They've seen enough, and thank god! I don't know how much more X could have taken.

Loco quickly bails out of the ring, JT follows. Angel drops X to the mat, and he and T.Rex are out right on their heels. DDC and Moxley slide into the ring. Both going to the sides of X-Calibur who is laying in a heap in the corner of the ring. Loco and his crew head to the entrance ramp each person glaring towards the ring. Del Carver throws his chair down violently and stares back at the Cirque du Loco with hatred. Moxley checking on X-Calibur in the background, looks up once at Loco and gives a disappointed shake his head. We fade out to the Legacy logo.