Bryan Harris: Okay, so the front office ain't comfortable doing it one-on-one, but what a lot of people don't get is why Moxley and Carver were chosen.

Alan Ducard: Certainly a case could be made for other individuals to be included, but I support the decision for these chosen two. Firstly, I don't think anyone would question that Del Carver is a legendary competitor in this business, and he has earned countless championship opportunities over his time. He was a World Title caliber competitor when he arrived, he has shown nothing to invalidate that perspective, and there's another important aspect as well. The match he officiated between Crash and Greyson Blade just gave creedence to the fact that he could be impartial and incorruptable by outside influences, an important factor going into the Eleventh Hour main event. And Herb Moxley is there because he is gaining quite a bit of momentum as a competitor in LEGACY, he is a friend of Loco Martinez and does not support the way Loco has been acting as of late. There's a sense that if Loco Martinez would try to do something to unfairly turn the tide in his favor during this match, he'd be less inclined to do something to Herb Moxley due to the friendship they once had...

Jimmy Yates: Do all the "fantasy bookings" you want, Bryan, but I don't think either of those guys, right now, can make a better case for a World Title shot than either of the guys in the match, and even if they could, Devastation holds victories over both of them in the past few months, so he'd have something to say about that. There's plenty you could talk about, but at the end of the day, the four guys who are in that match set for Eleventh Hour are bound to produce an entertaining outcome, and something that doesn't include any sort of controversy.

Alan Ducard: That's a little preview of things to come at the pay per view, but before then, we have tonight's show and STRIFE 48, so there's plenty left to transpire. Tonight, a 5-way match will determine a number one contenders to the World Tag Team Championship, Kumquat Kid challenges for the Tao of Valor Championship against Devastation, and the main event tonight features a three-way Pick Your Poison Match, whereby the winner gets to choose the stipulation for his match at Eleventh Hour.

Jimmy Yates: Those three matches take place, plus four other contests. There's a full night of action coming, so let's get to it.

Cronos Diamante: Bad move by you, Ronald. Paper covers Rock. I win this round. Oh yes, yes, yes… I win, I win, I win!

Watching as Cronos turns and walks away, Ron just starts shaking his head and looks at the cameraman.

Ron Bailey: If he and I are going to work together, we’re going to have to work on that social awkwardness. Oh yes… yes… yes we are.

Avery stops mid-question and looks like he has seen a ghost. Rawlings seems annoyed, by Avery suddenly being distracted and turns to see what the cause is. The lights at the other end of the hall have apparnetly been turned off for some reason and soemthing be seen emerging from the darkness. at first it looks like jsut a black mass, but it starts to take the shape of a person. Red slits like snake eyes move forward and Avery decides not to stick around to see what it is and takes off down the hall in the other direction. As the figure enters the light we see that it is none other than Derek Shane dressed in a black jean jacket trench coat, black jeans, and a black dress shirt. His long black hair is straightend and his eyes are black with red horizontal slits, which we can assume are contacts. Some may say he is the anti-albino. As Shane approaches Rawlings his head is down like he has no intentions of conversation as he has things to do.

Stephen Rawlings: What the hell is wrong with YOU?

Shane raises his head and looks right at Rawlings but continues to walk towards him, but gives no response.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey! Don't ignore me Shane!

He walks over to him and stands in his way. Shane stops about a foot away from Rawlings and stares at him silently for a moment.

Shane: I don't have time for your shenanigans Rawlings. I have walked into the heart of darkness and stood face to face with fear itself, and it did not consume me, but it did re-vitalize me, and now i have things to do. So I think you need to move.

Stephen Rawlings: Who the hell do you think you are.... You need to show me some respect Shane.... You owe me resect! So stand up staight and give it to me! NOW!

Shane shows no emotion, for a brief second it appears though a smirk might be appearing on Shane's face but it quickly passes.

Shane: I don't owe you jack. You want respect you have to earn it. You haven't seen the things I've seen. Your soul is still young. You show much anger on the outside, but it only to try and cover up for your inner insecurities. I have looked deep within myself, i suggest you do the same and stop wasting my time.

Stephen Rawlings: Now wasting time.. Those are words I can understand. Like how your waisting entourages time with this silly charade your pulling.

He shakes his head with grief.

Stephen Rawlings: Im outta here. I have a jackass to beat!

Shane: Everything has a purpose to the cause, most jsut do not see it for they no not the cause.

Rawlings heads to get ready for his match as Shane steps past him without another word seemingly refocused on what ever his previous mission was. He heads down the hall and makes a sharp turn before stopping at a door that says no admittance Rafter entry. Shane puts his hand out to turn the knob but it appears locked. He pauses for a moment before reaching into a pocket and pulling out a key. He unlocks the door and tosses the key into a near by trash can. He then opens the door to reveal a set of steps leading up. He pauses a moment before heading up the steps and the door closes behind him leaving us to only see the No Admittance sign.

Bryan Harris: And you're forgetting the most important and best thing about this match, Al! We were joined with THE Legacy Superstar, and our World Champion, Loco Martinez.

Loco Martinez: Damn right, Bry. I needed to get a closer look at one of my opponents for this sham of a match that I have forth coming. Its the kind of Champion I am. I do my homework. Expose weakness. Exploit it for everything I can. Example: The former champions "pride". Future example, and yeah... spoiler alert ... Grampa DDC's "blind spot". I'm milkin' that sucker for all its work.

Loco chuckles to himself.

Jimmy Yates: I don't think YOU, of all people should be talking about matches being "shams" with your last two encounters with X-Calibur.

Bryan Harris: And I don't think YOU should be allowed to speak at all... EVER, Yates. So cram it, so we can get to the match, kay?

Alan Ducard: Gentlemen. Lets make sure the action keeps to the ring!

Jimmy Yates: Great fast paced offense from Moxley.

Bryan Harris: The nerd is probably all geeked up on Mountain Dew and Anime'.

Loco Martinez: Its a well known fact Jen X only lets Moxley touch her where she pees, if he WINS matches. Where as, I've got the perpetual "green light", if you catch my drift.

Moxley quickly scrambles for a cover.

One...

Two-NO! Osamu shoulders out.

Loco Martinez: Underestimating his opponent. Its sad to see his skills deteriorate so quickly after I cast him away as my pupil.

Jimmy Yates: You... cast... HIM?!!?

Bryan Harris: Ignore him, champ. He's "slow".

Moxley brings Osamu to a vertical base. He whips him off the ropes. Lunges with a clothesline that Hayashi ducks. Osamu bounces off the far ropes and comes back at Herbie J, leveling him with a nice spinning heel kick. Osamu, back to his feet, drops both legs across Moxley's chest. Hayashi is back up, and waits for Moxley to get to his feet. Once Mox does Hayashi nails him with a nice body kick. Follows up with a leg kick to Moxley's left thigh, and then drops Moxley with a running clothesline. Osamu smiles and points menacingly at Moxley as the crowd reigns down their displeasure.

Bryan Harris: I don't undestand people's disdain for nerd violence. Its just the circle of life. It really is just like watching Animal Planet.

Osamu stomps down violently on Mox's chest. He winds up. Stomps again with authority. One more for good measure. He brings Moxley back up to his feet and snaps off a lightning quick vertical suplex. He floats over for the cover...

One...

Two....

Th-NO! Moxley out at two.

Alan Ducard: We haven't said it yet, but this match is including two of Legacy's lighter competitors. And while Mr. Moxley has the height and weight advantage, Osamu does have a good deal of strength as shown there by that maneuver!

Osamu brings Moxley back up and backs him into the corner. He drives a few elbows into Moxley's head. Whips him into the far corner. Takes off after him, and nails Moxley with a running clothesline into the corner. Mox's head snaps back violently, and we hear an almost gleeful giggle from Loco.

Jimmy Yates: You enjoying this Loco?

Loco Martinez: Of course I am. He doesn't belong in ANY wrestling ring. Not with Osamu. Certainly not with ME. This whole four way is just another case of Herbert Moxley riding my coat tails to heights he's not fit for. And while I have every plan of showing the world that very fact? Osamu's saving me the trouble.

Osamu grabs Moxley in a front face lock and drops him down violently with a snap DDT. He shoots a half nelson and gets Moxley on his back for the cover...

One...

Two...

NO! Moxley kicks out.

Osamu shoots a brief glare at the referee, but doesn't waste much time. He brings Moxley back to his feet. Whips him off the ropes. Leapfrogs, Moxley stops short, and doesn't bounce off the far ropes, like Osamu assumes. Instead Moxley is waiting and as Osamu lands and turns around he's met with a beautiful standing drop kick that rocks Osamu back to the mat. Moxley runs to the bottom rope and takes flight from the bottom rope with a knee drop across the chest of Hayashi.

Jimmy Yates: Yukon Knee Drop!!

Loco and Bryan: STOP.

Moxley rolls through, is back to his feet and runs across and drops his back across Osamu's chest with a back splash. Moxley rolls over and hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

Th-nO!

Osamu kicks out. The crowd begins a "Lets go Moxley" chant, as Moxley gets up clearly "feeling it". He throws his hands up into the "V" signaling for his "Vuclan Neck Pinch" the crowd roars, and Moxley drives his right hand into the neck/trapazoid area of Osamu with the nerve pinch. Osamu writhes in pain as Moxley locks it in with furiosity.

Alan Ducard: A lot of fire from Moxley. I can't help but think you had something to do with that, Mr. Martinez.

Loco Martinez: Please, he's probably just ticked that he's missing Dr. Who right now, or something. Or, he's salty cuz his woman has clearly been eyeing me up all night. *we hear loco making kissy faces at Jen X*

Osamu struggles to get to his knees, as Mox continues to keep the hold. Osamu begins crawling slowly, getting to the ropes. The referee begins to count, but doesn't even get to "1" before Mox releases the hold.

Bryan Harris: Who breaks the hold before ONE?!?

Jimmy Yates: A man of principle.

Moxley grabs Osamu in a side headlock, looking for a running bulldog.

Jimmy Yates: Is he looking to hit the Dragon Slayer?!

Moxley takes a few steps but Osamu stops it short and shoves Moxley off incredibly hard... "conveniently" enough, right into referee Don Bower. The referee goes down in a heap. Moxley gets up slowly and looks shocked at the downed referee, and goes over to try to apologize and revive the man. As Moxley's checking on Don Bower Osamu obliterates the nerd with a running forearm. The crowd roars with displeasure, as Osamu continues to bury forearms and elbows into the back of Mox's head.

Loco Martinez: When you take your eye off the ball? You're gonna get blindsided. He worries about what these people think about him, and look where it gets him? Beaten down. Outclassed. A loser.

Jimmy Yates: You'd prefer he take advantage of the situation?

Loco Martinez: If he was smart.

Osamu brings Moxley up, and spikes him down violently with a piledriver, but has a malicious look in his eye. He gets up, and walks slowly over to the ropes and steps out to the apron, and hops down. He walks over to Josephina Colbert's station and grabs the folding chair out from under her. The crowd boos, as he folds the chair and looks at it lustily.

Alan Ducard: I don't like where this is going.

Loco Martinez: You're in the minority then, Al.

Jimmy Yates: I don't like it either.

Bryan Harris: You don't count, Yates.

Hayashi slides in the ring and begins to stalk Moxley. Circling like vulture he brandishes the chair in his hands just aching to swing it and crush Herbie J's head. There's a growing noise from the crowd. Its starts near the back and begins to cascade towards the ring like a wave as we see Katsuro tearing hiney towards the ring, unbeknownst to Osamu. He slides into the ring, and just as Hayashi is about to behead Moxley, Yoshida grabs the chair and wrestles it from his former partner.

Alan Ducard: Blimey! Yoshida just saved Moxley from the headache of a life time!

Bryan Harris: He has NO right interfering in this match.

Loco Martinez: Agreed. We just got robbed of seeing what happens if you bash a nerds skull in... I hear twelve sided die spill out.

Osamu gets right into Katsuro's face and the two begin yelling adamently at one another in Japanese. Each one getting angrier and angrier until Osamu pokes Yoshida. Yoshida pokes Osamu.

Bryan Harris: Hey production truck, can we got subtitles for this?

Osamu shoves Katsuro down hard, and as he turns around is leveled with Moxley's "Super Sweet Ninja Kick"

Jimmy Yates: Mox's homage to the Karate Kid's "Crane Kick", and he got ALL of it!

Loco Martinez: This is a crock. Osamu was in control!

Alan Ducard: Let me remind you and the people at home: Osamu ran Moxley into the referee, and it was Osamu who decided a chair was necessary. Some would say the karma police got this man!

Loco Martinez: Thanks, Thom Yorke.

In the ring Moxley looks wide eyed at the chair that he almost got leveled with, and is wide eyed with rage. The crowd roars at the prospect of Moxley taking out all his anger, and pent up frustration of the past few weeks. But he stops himself and just kicks the chair out of the ring disgustedly. He grabs Osamu, and runs at the turnbuckles for his running up the turnbuckle turning bulldog (Acid Drop) .... He drives Hayashi down with all his might. He rolls him over and makes the cover, and glares directly at the announce table, and Loco Martinez. Don Bower has recovered enough as he makes a labored three count.

One...

Two....

THREE!!!

The bell rings as Moxley gets up keeping an eye on Loco, who goes over to Josephina's station. He snatches the mic from her.

Jimmy Yates; First her chair, now this?! What's next for the poor girl.

Bryan Harris: Hopefully her top.

Loco stands and stairs up at Moxley who continues to keep a wary eye on the ramp looking for anyone of the Cirque du MoFo who may be on their way to deliver a beat down. Loco enjoys watching his paranoia. He smiles cockily.

Loco Martinez: I agree, people. A man who isn't fit to lace my boots, let ALONE step into the ring with THE World Champion. A man who has, once again, ridden MY coat tails to such great heights, and finds himself coming to a pay per view near you... another lamb led to the slaughter at the Hands of THE Legacy Superstar.

Herbert.

J.

Moxley.

Loco drops the mic and applauds sarcastically as the hatred rains down from the crowd. As he walks by Jen X he gives her a playful slap on the ass which draws a flash of pure hatred from Moxley as he watches a man he called his friend walk to the back.

He pauses ever so briefly.

Fallen Angel: "Prepare for what such a foolish decision results in. I can tell you, it won't be pretty."

Fallen Angel continues warming his hands, as the camera goes into the fire, before cutting back to the arena.

Hanging from a hook, at the front of his locker is a single glove, wrapped in barbed wire. For a long minute, Diamond Del Carver just stares at the glove.

A stagehand walks by, and Carver looks over toward the man and then motions to his locker.

Del Carver: “Hey. Come here for a minute. You seen anybody in here?”

The stagehand shook his head.

Stagehand: “No Del, nobody has been in that locker that I know of, since we put your name on it.”

The stagehand looked inside, and then looked back at Diamond Del Carver.

Stagehand: “Why did you hang your glove up there?”

Del Carver: “That’s the point. I didn’t. That ain’t my glove.”

The stagehand came closer, and carefully took the glove off the hook.

Stagehand: “Oh yeah, this isn’t a leather glove like you use…this is more of a metal glove…like…”

Del Carver silenced the stagehand with an icy stare.

Del Carver: “Yeah. I know who else uses a glove wrapped in barbed wire around here. You don’t need to spell it out for me.”

Suddenly, the stagehand made a noise of disgust.

Stagehand: “Oh gross! This thing has stains on it! I think…I think this is dried blood!”

Carver took the glove from the stagehand, and examined it closely.

Del Carver: “Yeah, I would say you’re right. Unless I’m missing my guess…that is probably Derek Shane’s blood.”

The stagehand looked at Diamond Del Carver incredulously.

Stagehand: “Why the hell would anybody hang a blood stained barbed wire glove in your locker?”

Carver placed the glove on the top shelf of his locker, and then finished hanging his coat up. He slammed the locker shut, and turned to look at the puzzled stagehand.

Del Carver: “Somebody would do that to send a message. And I got it.”

Carver looked around cautiously, and then shrugged.

Del Carver: “Maybe soon I’m going to have to send a message of my own.”

Diamond Del Carver walked out of the locker room, his face expressionless. The stagehand looked at the locker, then at Carver. He finally shook his head, and walked away.

Jimmy Yates: Ever since letting the world know that he’s joined forces with The Entourage, Rawlings has become even more egotistical than was before.

Bryan Harris: It’s called confidence, Jimbo. Rawlings is aware of how great he is, and he makes mention of it often. If you want my opinion, Bailey made a mistake in provoking this man.

Alan Ducard: This problem between the two of them seems to have stemmed from an incident weeks earlier, in which Ron Bailey allowed Cronos Diamante to take a pinfall over John James, another member of The Elite.

Jimmy Yates: Diamante has been a major thorn in The Entourage’s side, and Bailey simply seems to be guilty by association, thanks to that assist. Personally it seems like an overreaction on the part of Rawlings, but we’ve seen this type of behavior before out of him, he’s a loose cannon, and when he targets someone, he isn’t satisfied until he’s left his mark on them.

Bryan Harris: We have one man who is technically perfect, and another who is a master of submissions. This should be an excellent match, let’s transition into the footage and see how things turned out.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jimmy Yates: That was CLOSE. Stephen got his shoulder up before the three count, but Ron almost had this one in the bag.

Alan Ducard: Great ring awareness on the part of Bailey, taking advantage of Rawlings lowered head and pulling him right into that pinning predicament.

Bryan Harris: But look at Rawlings, he’s right back up, and he’s not a happy camper.

Stephen rushes towards Ron, who’s made it up to his feet as well, albeit favoring his right leg a bit. Rawlings looks to be going for a clothesline, but Ron scouts it, twisting Stephen’s arm up and bringing it up behind his back with a hammerlock. Ron really applies the torque, but just as quick Stephen turns it around and counters with a hammerlock of his own. Stephen starts talking smack, and then runs Ron forward, forcing him into the ropes and allowing the momentum to bring him back. Rawlings breaks the hammerlock, and as Ron staggers backwards he BURIES a forearm into Ron’s lower back, then snakes an arm around his neck and drives him to the mat with a reverse DDT.

Bryan Harris: A soldier of technical onslaughts, that’s our man Rawlings. Just when you think you’ve countered one of is moves, he counters your counter!

Jimmy Yates: No doubt about it, this Entourage member seems to practically ooze raw talent.

Stephen takes a moment to admire his handiwork, and then he plunges his hands down and grapples Ron back up to a vertical base. Adding insult to injury, Stephen just hauls off and SLAPS Ron right across this face, and this seems to awaken a fire inside of Bailey. Ron hurls a right hand into Stephen’s face, followed by another, and another, driving him back across the ring. Pushing him up against the ropes, Ron irish whips Rawlings across the ring, and on the rebound he manages to spin Stephen into almost a full rotation, before PLANTING his head into the canvas with a tilt-a-whirl tombstone piledriver.

Alan Ducard: Bloody Hell! What a maneuver that was. Stephen just got crushed into the mat, and he is folded up like a rag doll right now.

Bryan Harris: I do a little gambling myself now and then, and right now I’m willing to bet that Stephen is on dream street, what do ya say Jimbo, wanna lay some money down on that?

Jimmy Yates: Not one cent. But I’d have to agree, Rawlings hit HARD.

Stephen is laid out, and he doesn’t appear as though he’s getting up anytime soon. Bailey drops down to his knees, covering Rawlings and pulling back on a leg. Rollins is there, hand slapping canvas.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NOOOOOOOO!

Rawlings manages a weak kickout, finally starting to stir a little on the canvas.

Alan Ducard: That was pure instinct on Stephen’s part.

Ron negotiates Stephen back to his feet, and then he draws him in close, locking him in by the neck and starting to smash knees into Stephen’s face and chest. After a short and violent barrage of knees, Bailey switches up his grip, this time cinching in a stiff side headlock, really working on Rawling’s neck. Stephen endures this for several seconds, and then manages to get up enough steam to push Bailey off of him and into the ropes. Ron bounces off the ropes and heads towards Rawlings, only for The Entourage member to snatch him up and flip him down to the canvas via a hiptoss.

Jimmy Yates: So much back and forth between these two, I expected nothing less.

Bryan Harris: Seeing some definite chain wrestling in there.

Bailey pushes himself up and right back to his feet, Rawlings meets him drives him right back to the canvas with a spinning neckbreaker. Stephen reaches down to continue the assault, but Bailey vice grips his arm, pulling him down to the canvas and locking in an armbar. Ron pulls back hard, his legs tightening as he threatens to yank Stephen’s arm right out of the shoulder socket. Rawlings hisses with pain, but manages to flip his body far enough near the ropes so that he can get his fingertips wrapped around the bottom rope. Travis Rollins starts administering the five count, and Ron has no choice but to break the submission.

Alan Ducard: That very well could have been a tap out victory had Rawlings not gotten to the ropes, Rawlings looked to be in a SEVERE amount of pain.

Jimmy Yates: Ron has an extensive knowledge of submission holds, so if I were Stephen, I’d try very hard not to let myself get locked up in there, because that can be the beginning of the end with The Sure Thing.

Rawlings uses the ropes to pull himself up, one hand going up rub his shoulder, trying to get the blood flowing in his arm again. Bailey rises and moves in; raising both arms up looking for a grapple, but Stephen blasts a quick boot into his midsection. Rawlings then hooks Bailey up in a front facelock, also taking hold of one of his legs, before lifting Ron into the air and falling back to the canvas with a beautiful fisherman’s suplex. Stephen floats over, pressing down hard against Ron’s chest.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOO!

Bailey powers a shoulder up after the two count, leaving Stephen to curse under his breath and raise up a hand to the ref displaying three fingers.

Jimmy Yates: Stephen would have liked that to be three, but it was clearly a two count. Bailey isn’t out of this yet, despite that fisherman’s suplex.

Alan Ducard: Truly an amazing display of leverage on the part of the smaller Rawlings, able to negotiate the bigger man down to the canvas with technical ease.

Rawlings shakes his head after failing to gain the pinfall, then stands up and just begins to lay the boots to Bailey, stomping down on every available appendage. After a stiff boot to the face, Stephen makes his way over to one of the turnbuckles, ascending with relative grace. Bailey stirs, then pushes his way back to his feet, spinning around on shaky legs, and Rawlings LEAPS, locking his legs around Ron’s neck and looking for a hurricanrana, but Ron manages to power him up and spin him down to the mat with a brutal powerbomb, Ron promptly bridges, keeping Stephen’s shoulders on the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

THREEE-NOOOOOOO!

Alan Ducard: Rawlings BARELY survived that one. He was looking for the “Other Finishing Move” only to have Bailey turn it right around on him.

Jimmy Yates: A beautiful counter, and Ron really had to draw on his strength reserves to pull that off.

Ron hauls Rawlings back up to his feet, only for Stephen to fire a right hand into his jaw, and then he proceeds to grab Ron’s leg and roll backwards, hitting a dragon screw legwhip. Ron hits the mat HARD, and Stephen leaps right on top of him, but Rawling’s eagerness comes back to bite him, as Bailey shoots his legs out and wraps them around Stephen’s head, taking hold of his arm at the same time and pulling downward. Once the triangle choke is fully locked in, Ron just GRINDS back on Stephen’s arm, his legs holding a viselike grip around Stephen’s neck. Travis Rollins is right there, asking of Stephen wants to give it up, but he soldiers on past the pain. After several tense moments of struggle, Rawlings actually manages to flip himself forward, and in doing so he’s forced Bailey’s shoulders down against the canvas.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alan Ducard: Bailey was hoping for a tap out, and all of his concentration was caught up in applying torque to that triangle choke, so much so that I don’t even think he realized when his shoulders touched the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Well nevertheless, as we see now, Rawlings has secured another victory in the name of The Entourage.

"The big debut..."

The voice echoes, yet we still haven't seen a soul. The room, as far as we're concerned, remains empty.

"Heh, tonight isn't about a win so much as it is an impact. It's about... well to me it's about proving to myself that I'm not just some f*ck up..."

Then, as the bulb sways to the right... we see a man sat in a corner, facing the wall... his elbows rest on his knees... his back hunched over.

"I've done nothing but fail myself... from being incarcerated... to not being there for my brother... to... to doing nothing positive with my life thus far..."

His head raises up, and he looks to the ceiling.

"The sky's the limit... they say."

A pause.

"I might be a f*ck up... but I'm about to break that mold."

A long pause commences, as all of a sudden we see a hand swat at the chain and grab it, now steadying the line in front of him. His face is seen. His black hair is disheveled, and he wears a black leather 'Hannibal Lector' style mask. His eyes are piercing... a shade of blue that makes him seem as if he's got no soul behind those eyes.

He stands there for a few moments in relative silence.

It's soon broken.

"I've slithered through the grass, hid in the shadows... and waited patiently for long enough."

He nods reassuringly.

"Now it's time for the cobra to strike."

A cold, emotionless face.

He pulls the cord, and we're left in the pitch black.

Avery George: I am here with World Title contender, Herb Moxley, who was recently selected along with X-Calibur and Diamond Del Carver to face off against Loco Martinez for the Legacy World Title at the Eleventh Hour Pay Per View.

Moxley: *muttering jokingly* Jeez, they’ll give the title shot to ANYBODY these days.

Avery chuckles.

Avery George: You know, I can tell you’re joking, but - a lot of people are saying these sorts of things about the decision to make you a world title contender. What do you have to say in response to that?

Moxley: I’ll be the first to admit there are those more deserving of the title shot then me. Now, I’m not saying I don’t deserve it, and sure, it’ll be one heck of an uphill battle being in the ring with, not one but THREE, legends of wrestling. But, I am not blind to the fact my being a friend of Loco Martinez has a lot to do with the decision.

Avery George: What about winning the “Show Me Something” Showcase? Or winning “Who to Watch in 2009”? Or being undefeated since your return to Legacy?

Moxley: Hah! Thanks for that highlight reel. I still think it’s because I am friend’s with Loco Martinez.

Avery George: Wait -- Don’t you mean, FORMER friends with Loco Martinez?

Moxley: No, I have faith that he’ll come around and we’ll patch things up soon.

Avery George: … Right …

An awkward pause...

Avery George: So… What about Diamond Del Carver. Do you think he deserves a title shot?

Moxley: Del Carver? *grinning* C’mon guy, what do you expect me to do stay awake all night and think of ways I can insult a LEGEND like Diamond Del?!?!

Avery George: Uhm, No, That’s not-

Moxley: OK FINE YOU PUSHED ME! I’ll make fun of Del Carver -- but if he gets pissed?? I’m sending him in your direction.

Herb displays a cheesy grin as he pulls a pile of index cards out from his Hawaiin shirt pocket.

Moxley: OK I will flip through these real quickly – I call it…

“REASONS WHY MOXLEY CANNOT LOSE TO CARVER AT ELEVENTH HOUR”

… Diamond Del may be the hardcore SHERRIF -- but I’M the hardcore HALL MONITOR…

… He came out of retirement more times than Gandalf the Grey...

… He’ll be saving his energy for bingo later that night …

... The belt wouldn’t fit around Carver’s waist along with the grand-pappy diapers anyway…

… Besides, even if it did, he’d look tacky wearing a World Title Belt AND a hernia belt…

… It’s going to be WAY too hard for him to pin me AND keep the colostomy bag in tact…

… For me? An ankle lock is a submission move. For Del? An ankle lock is what happens on a cold day…

… Dee-Dee-Cee’s hip is more brittle then Marcus Marion’s teeth after a blonde bulimic binge episode…

... Carver may have a glove wrapped in barb wire, but I still have my ORIGINAL Nintendo power glove…

... My moonsault is bigger than his prostate by about eight inches…

...And lastly… I have him beat -- FOUR eyes to ONE…

Avery just shakes his head at the list of one-liners.

Moxley: All joking aside – and I am fairly certain he’s one who can take a joke… The man is a living legend, so why not give him the shot?

Avery George: I’m afraid to ask about X-Calibur and Loco Martinez…

Moxley: Hah! Yeah and those are the two opponents on my s<beep> list. Let’s just leave it go with those two chump-sticks for now, guy, thanks for your time.

Moxley stands up and walks out of the camera’s view unexpectedly.

Avery George: … Chump sticks?

Alan Ducard: Newcomers Tyr and Logan Caine compete in this match against journeyman Charles Bryant Penze.

Bryan Harris: My hopes for this match? I hope it doesn’t completely suck. From what I’ve seen of Logan Caine, he tries to be the next coming of Devastation, and that’s a recipe for BORING Cake.

Alan Ducard: Actually, Logan Caine is a great technical wrestler, and he finds ways to pick apart opponents to get a victory. Tyr, from what I’ve seen and by reputation, is quite the striker.

Bryan Harris: And CBP? What do you have to say good about him?

Jimmy Yates: Hey, he might not have many wins here yet, but I’ve yet to see a match by CBP that I haven’t enjoyed.

Bryan Harris: Why, he takes a beating better than the rest of the lower-talent guys?

Alan Ducard: He’s a young competitor who is yet to come into his own. Let’s see how these three fare.

Bryan Harris: What is this? The Three stooges?

Alan Ducard: Precisely.

The crowd is amused by the exchange, Tyr who continues to watch from a distance does not appear so entertained, however. Referee Leonard Nolan gives a warning to Penze for the eye poke as Logan tries to blink his vision back to normal. CBP moves past the referee to the near corner and props himself up on the middle rope at the turnbuckles – CBP leaps from the turnbuckle and latches a flying head scissors on Caine looking for a hurricanrana!! Logan Caine sees it coming – SIT OUT POWERBOMB REVERSAL –Right into a pin!!

Jimmy Yates: Nice reversal!!

Referee Leonard Nolan is there for the three count.

One…

Two…

TYR WITH A RUNNING KICK TO LOGAN’S FACE!! Breaks the count!! The crowd boos at the brutal display!!

Bryan Harris: I like this guy already.

Alan Ducard: Simply vicious!

Tyr is the only man standing and he waits for his opponents to rise, positioning himself where he can see them both. Penze is the first up, Tyr leaps at him just as he rises and nails him with a martial arts chop to the inside of the shoulder, and Penze crumples back to the ground to keep his collar bone from snapping!! Logan is up now and Tyr ducks under a grapple attempt - Tyr performs a crisp sweep kick that knocks Cain’s legs out from under him and puts him on his back. Penze is up again and Tyr thrusts a first at his torso – HEART PUNCH!! Penze makes a face of extreme pain, clutching at his chest as he stumbles backwards, falling into the turnbuckles.

Bryan Harris: This Tyr fella has both men under his control right now. Just who is this guy??

Alan Ducard: I’m not certain of his background just yet, but that punch he performed is known as “Rei Ki”.

Logan is up again and he makes another attempt at approaching Tyr – Tyr is ready with a crisp karate style kick to the side of the ribs – But Logan Catches the leg!! Logan holds the leg for the briefest moment and gives Tyr an almost charming grin as if knowing the momentum is about to shift. With a twist Logan uses Tyr’s body weight against him, putting him on his back with a leg drag takedown. Then, with one smooth motion Logan Caine locks on an ankle lock.

Jimmy Yates: Nice one Logan!!

Alan Ducard: Textbook reversal!! And right in to the ankle lock like clockwork.

Tyr is twisted from his back onto his stomach from the ankle lock, he reaches for the low rope, but Caine is able to quickly and easily manipulate the ankle lock to pull Tyr to the center of the ring. Tyr presses his lips tightly together, seemingly not pleased with the ankle-lock predicament; he shakes his head at the referee when asked if he wants to submit.

Jimmy Yates: That ankle lock has to hurt – but look at Tyr’s face! He shows no sign of it!

Alan Ducard: Hmm, yes, he has a face like stone – emotionless and disciplined.

CBP is up after that heart punch - CBP breaks the ankle lock, landing a dropkick to Logan’s back!! With both men down Penze quickly springs to the top turn buckle. Penze stands perfectly straight on the top turnbuckle, balancing with ease and the crowd picks up in anticipation of the high flying action. Logan and Tyr get up at about the same time, nursing a lower back and right ankle respectively. CBP LEAPS WITH A FLYING CROSS BODY AT BOTH MEN!! Tyr and Caine both take a step away from each other. CBP MISSES LANDING FACE FIRST ONTO THE MAT!!

Jimmy Yates: Ouch!

Bryan Harris: Hah!! There’s nobody home!!

CBP actually gets right back up but he’s holding his abdomen and his face is red, he stumbles towards Tyr. Tyr springs into action, he spins his entire body 360 and TYR CATCHES CBP IN THE FACE WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!! A good amount of CBP spit flies through the air. Penze falters and stumbles into Logan who keeps him from falling. Logan quickly applies a belly-to-belly waist lock, he’s able lock one of Penze’s wrists as well, Logan manipulates all his muscles in unison – LOGAN TOSSES PENZE WITH AN OVERHEAD BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!!!

Bryan Harris: I bet Charles Bryant Penze regrets that high risk maneuver right about now.

CBP rolls under the low rope and out of the ring, trying to avoid further punishment.

Jimmy Yates: Good idea, take a breather.

Bryan Harris: Or better yet just stop breathing, no one will miss that guy.

Logan is quick to get back to his feet after the suplex, not allowing Tyr a chance to capitalize. Logan Caine and Tyr size each other up. Logan has his arms held wide, leaning forward in Greco Roman style as he bobs and weaves. Tyr, in contrast, has his back leg bent like a crouching tiger with a ready fist held by his chin and a second fist held low. The crowd picks up in anticipation as Penze starts shaking the bats out of his head on the outside of the ring. Tyr lurches forward with a jab the clips Logan in the face, seeing the opportunity he gives a full swing for the head, Logan ducks and is able to get close to his opponent, - Caine takes down Tyr with a double-leg takedown and quickly locks on a figure four leg lock while Tyr is down!!

Jimmy Yates: Woah!! Logan fast with those submission moves!!

Tyr uses raw strength to pull both men to the ropes and grabs the low rope. The referee calls for the lock to be broken and Logan does the same. Logan and Tyr are both up again, each man looking into each other’s eyes, Tyr comes forward again – he goes for a high kick – Logan catches the leg!! CAPTURE SUPLEX!! Tyr and Caine both go down after that one and eventually come back up with less steam then before… Tyr charges again, walking into a Sleeper Hold courtesy of Logan Caine!! Tyr struggles but Caine refuses to release the hold as he makes quick foot work to keep the hold in place.

Alan Ducard: Logan using a series of submission moves to bring Tyr down to pace here…

Jimmy Yates: Classic Logan Caine.

Bryan Harris: You say that like he’s someone that we should be familiar with. The only thing the fans need to know is Logan Caine is a failure, CBP is a loser, and Tyr is the only one of these guys going somewhere.

Tyr continues to struggle in the standing sleeper hold. Suddenly the camera focuses on the Face of Charles Bryant Penze who is peeking into the ring from the outside. CBP looks directly into the camera at the folks at home, holding his index finger in front of his mouth he makes a “Ssssshhhhh” noise. Back in the Ring Tyr has broken free of Logan’s sleeper and runs himself into the ropes, bounces, and charges at Logan Caine. Caine goes down FLAT after a shoulder tackle!! Keeping the momentum Tyr goes into the ropes again, bounces and comes charging back. Caine hits the deck and goes for a drop toe hold, Tyr leaps deftly over the attempt running towards the far ropes – BUT CBP IS THERE!! CBP JUMPS OFF THE TOP ROPE AND CATCHES TYR IN A FLYING HEADLOCK! TORNADO DDT! CBP PINS TYR!!

One…

Two…

Th- Logan YANKS CBP off of Tyr and onto his feet.

CBP Shoves Logan back then TAKES LOGAN DOWN WITH A SPINNIG HEEL KICK!!

Jimmy Yates: CBP IS ON FIRE!!

Bryan Harris: If only that were true…

Tyr is back up now and CBP is ready, he plants on a side headlock and CBP TAKES DOWN TYR WITH A RUNNING BULLDOG!! Another Pin attempt!!

One…

Two…

Th- Kick-out with Authority!!

Logan pulls CBP to his feet and Tyr is right up with him. Logan and Tyr together double whip CBP into the ropes, he bounces, comes running back and ducks the double clothes line. CBP runs through and as he does this Tyr grabs Logan and Irish whips him into the perpendicular ropes. Seeing this CBP runs Diagonal and puts himself in a school boy position by the ropes farthest from Logan. Logan hits the ropes and charges Tyr – LOGAN HITS A SWINIGNG NECKBREAKER ON TYR. He gets right back up and Sees CBP who gets up from the schoolboy – Penze is visibly disappointed no one took advantage of the antic. Logan comes after CBP who is still near the rope, CBP ducks a grapple attempt – BACK BODY DROP AND LOGAN FALLS OVER THE TOP AND OUT OF THE RING.

Alan Ducard: Impressive, CBP managing to hold his own.

Jimmy Yates: Well, he is the Legacy veteran of this match.

Tyr gets up and suddenly cracks his neck in the middle of the ring. CBP smiles and approaches, looking to give Tyr a High-5. Tyr flares his nostrils at this.

Bryan Harris: What the heck does Penze think he’s doing?

Instead of giving the high-5 Penze SLAPS Tyr across the face!! Something inside Tyr Snaps -- He punches CBP with a left to the jaw, then a right to the nose, ANOTHER left. CBP starts to fall back but Tyr grabs the smaller man by the back of the heads and SMASHES HIS FACE INTO AN UPLIFTED KNEE. CBP is REELING. Tyr with a quick series of kicks to the ribs and just as CBP is about to fall Tyr pulls CBP by his shoulders holds CBP in a standing head scissors. The crowd buzzes, they see Tyr flex and know something is about to happen to Penze… Tyr hooks both arms and lifts – DOUBLE UNDERHOOK POWERBOMB!!

Leonard Nolan is there for the count and Logan Caine is up on the outside!!

One…

Bryan Harris: This ones over!!

Two…

Logan slides into the ring.

THREE!!!

Caine is NOT on time to break the count and the referee calls for the bell.

DING!! DING!! DING!!

Bryan Harris: You know, I was actually kinda impressed by how Tyr performed in there. He can keep up this sort of performance in the future, I might actually root for him!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, until his first loss, then we’ll see if you still cheer for him from the announce booth.

Bryan Harris: Gotta back a winner!

“Excusez-moi! Excusez-moi!” someone begins shouting on the loud speakers.

Immediately, the place begins jeering as none other than Jean-Gerard Baptiste appears on the entrance ramp with the LEGACY International Heavyweight Title worn proudly around his waist. Clad in an olive pin-striped designer Italian suit, he speaks into the microphone held firmly in his grasp, slowly making his way down to the ring and eventually inside of it.

Monsieur Baptiste: Boo-hoo... mon ami’s neck eez broken. We know, John! You keep appearing on ze television, on deeferent shows, telling ze world ze sob story zat eez your life. How many times has moi heard you say zees? Hm? Too many! Get over yourself! Quelle perte de temps vous êtes, abruti !

The crowd is merciless in their booing.

Monsieur Baptiste: NOBODY CARES, YOU EE-DEE-OHT!!! Ze people are just waiting for Monsieur Ee-lay to feeneesh his speech so zey can continue laughing at heem. You are a joke to ze wrezzleeng eendeestry, John! In Bordeaux, people wrezzle weeth broken necks all of ze time, and you don’t hear any of us complaining!! Why? Because we... well... I AM ZE BEST WREZZLAIR IN ZE WORLD!!! *Points at title around his waist* And for MONTHS I have been proving it in that pit of sheet LEG-OH-ZEE Internationale!!! So do moi a favour, you eem-bee-seal... do moi a favour and shut ze h-

John holds up his hand and raises hic mic to his mouth.

Iley: "Woah woah woah, hold up there... mon ami! I wasn't finished what I was saying..."

The crowd cheers at the fact Iley shut the International Champion up!

Iley: "I was saying that the neck pain gives me grief... or at least...

*He removes the neck brace, the crowd cheers and Baptiste looks a little surprised.*

Iley: …it used to!!!"

The crowd at this point goes crazy as Iley drops the neck brace on the floor.

Iley: "You see, I've been cleared to wrestle again.

*Gets face to face with Baptiste*

Iley: And I'm wanting to get back as soon as possible, and I want to start.. with you"

Monsieur Baptiste: Oh... zat eez tee-pee-cal. You get a, how you say.... hang nail? You get a hang nail and decide to retire... someone says something you don’t like, and now you’re able to be a wrezzlair again? Eef you didn’t smell like moldy tea and stale crumpets, I’d swear by the wines of Bordeaux that you were a stupid American!! Get out of MY reeng before someone breaks those ugly looking teeth of yours!!

Iley: *Putting on a silly French accent, ala the taunting knights in Monty Python and the Holy Grail "Ah but you see, you son of a silly person! I have some business in Europe that keeps me out of the United States.

*Drops the accent and talks normally*

Iley: So I spoke to LEGACY International and *reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and pulls out a folded peice of paper* we worked something out! So I'm coming for you Bonnie Lad, and I'm coming, *points to the International title* for that belt, kidda!!!

Iley smirks as the crowd goes nuts and Baptiste leaves the ring, walking backwards, keeping his eyes on Iley, we can see Baptiste muttering under breath, no doubt telling Iley he's making a big mistake coming after him.

Jimmy Yates: I’ve been hearing some internet “buzz” about Hayden Wofle heading into his debut match, and the LEGACY fans seem to be interested in what this fighter can do.

Bryan Harris: I’m more interested in what John James can do Jimbo. I think many people undervalue JJ’s wrestling ability, and I’m looking for JJ to rebound after he effectively fought a handicapped match last time out when Ron Bailey and Cronos Diamante teamed up on him.

Jimmy Yates: I guess when you’re a member of The Entourage, you reap what you sow.

Alan Ducard: Well, from what both of you are saying, this has to potential to be a great contest here, so why don’t we get right to that footage.

Alan Ducard: Huge reversal from JJ, and he’s rolled Iscariot into the pin!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO! – Iscariot gets the shoulder off the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: This match has just been back and forth, back and forth. It’s like neither man can maintain the momentum for any long period of time which is a testament to the skills of both of these fighters.

Bryan Harris: You truly get the sense here that all it could take is one simple move to end this one – that one, huge, unexpected move.

Alan Ducard: JJ is up to his feet, and now he’s pulling Iscariot up and both men tie up, both jockeying for position. JJ now slips the tie up and transitions to the waistlock, with Wolfe attempting to break JJ’s grip.

Bryan Harris: Fat chance he escapes that way Ducard – it’s not like he’s giving up nearly 50 pounds.

Alan Ducard: Iscariot now with a vicious back elbow to the face, and that does give him an opening. Iscariot off the ropes, and here’s the step up enziguri to JJ, and The Entourage member is down! Hayden Wolfe with the cover!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO! – JJ is the one now to get his shoulder up, allowing this match to continue.

Iscariot comes off the ropes then again, and catches JJ with a running bulldog off the ropes! With JJ downed in the middle of the ring, Iscariot then heads up the top and leaps off the top, dropping the leg across JJ’s throat! Iscariot then rolls over on JJ, looking for a pin!

Alan Ducard: Iscariot with another cover!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO!

Jimmy Yates: Iscariot hit a leg drop off the top rope and it still didn’t put JJ away! I’m loathe to give credit to anyone in The Entourage, but I think I may have under estimated him.

Bryan Harris: What have I told you before Jimbo. If, and that’s a big IF, Iscariot did somehow manage to pick up the victory here, it would be a big win for him. JJ isn’t some schmuck they pulled off the streets to fight this guy.

Alan Ducard: Iscariot appears to remain in control here as he rocks JJ with a European style uppercut, and there’s a chop to the chest on JJ as Iscariot takes off again to use that gift of speed as he quickly hooks JJ and takes him down with a flatliner!

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure what Iscariot has up his sleeve, but this could be a mistake helping the larger man back to his feet.

Bryan Harris: It could be, but at least Iscariot is staying aggressive, and attempting to not allow JJ an opening.

JJ receives a kick to the gut from Iscariot, and Iscariot runs and attempts a tornado DDT, but JJ manages to reverse out and drive Iscariot back into the canvas with a Northern Lights-style suplex! JJ rolls off Iscariot, and then tosses him to the ropes and on the rebound he catches and flips Iscariot with the tilt-a-whirl, and then drives him down across the knee, finishing the tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

Jimmy Yates: What an impact on that backbreaker from JJ. Iscariot is clutching at his spine, and that move could definitely be a difference maker in this match.

Bryan Harris: JJ just has to follow up working that back now and keep on Iscariot and keep him grounded to neutralize that speed/aerial advantage. Wear Hayden Wolfe down with that sizable weight advantage.

JJ delivers a few stiff kicks to the spine before pulling Iscariot up, and hooking the arms, flips him back with a snap suplex. JJ then wastes no time in sending Iscariot off into the turnbuckles face-first with authority. Iscariot hits and falls in the corner only for JJ to follow up and lift him to the top rope with his back facing the ring. Using the assist of the buckles, JJ slips in under Iscariot and lifts him up and slams him down with …

Alan Ducard: A CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB! CRUCIFIX POWERBOMB BY JJ OUT OF THE CORNER! JJ WITH THE COVER!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Iscariot just managed to get the shoulder up, and Hayden Wolfe is making a statement here with this display of toughness.
Bryan Harris: He might have to show that he’s a lot tougher even now because look at what he’s doing here as JJ has the feet and he’s turning Iscariot over into a Boston crab!

Alan Ducard: A Boston crab it is Bryan, and JJ has that submission locked on Iscariot and he’s really putting that weight on and wrenching the back.

Jimmy Yates: Iscariot looks to be in some immense pain here Alan, and I’m not sure if he’s got enough left in the tank after those three high impact shots to the spine to make an escape here.

Iscariot struggles mightily as JJ attempts to push his spine past its limits. Iscariot claws and scratches and pushes himself up to try and relieve the pain as best as he can. JJ seems bound and determined to end the match with the hold, wrenching down on the smaller man. Iscariot though little by little manages to win the war of position, and finally his hand clasps the bottom rope. JJ will however NOT let go of the hold, forcing the official to go to a count of “four” before he finally releases the hold.

Alan Ducard: JJ is exceptionally slow in breaking that submission hold and the LEGACY fans are none too happy about it.

Bryan Harris: The rule is you have until the count of five Alan – so JJ didn’t do anything illegal, and as such the LEGACY fans should be cheering his tenacity.

Jimmy Yates: I think it’s a matter of taking advantage of the rules Bryan – especially when you’re not example known for fighting on the up and up.

Bryan Harris: I think you just “besmirched” the honor of The Entourage there Jimbo – tell him Ducard.

Alan Ducard: I think the tactics of The Entourage have been questionable previously so it’s hardly a stretch to doubt their tactics Bryan.

After finally breaking the submission hold, JJ drags Hayden away from the ropes and attempt to apply the hold again, but this time Hayden kicks him away, but as Wolfe tries to stand, JJ comes off the ropes and clotheslines him right back down. JJ then stalks him again, charging at the smaller man, but at the last moment Iscariot comes to life with a superkick, driving a boot into JJ’s jaw, sending him to the canvas like a ton of bricks. The speedy Iscariot quickly makes the cover!

Alan Ducard: ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! JJ just gets the shoulder up at the last minute, and it’s as was commented earlier – one of this big, high impact, but unexpected moves could get the victory here. Both men are struggling to get back to their feet.

Jimmy Yates: This match really has slowed down both fighters, and I’m not sure how much either one of them has left in the tank. They’ve been going all out since the opening bell.

Alan Ducard: Iscariot is the first man to his feet, but not by much, and here he comes at JJ and he leaps up and this time he does take JJ over with the hurracanrana! Iscariot rolls through and fires off a flurry of quick strikes to JJ’s head, and now Iscariot is up and rolling. Hayden Wolfe has JJ in his sights and he runs and spikes him head first into the canvas with a big tornado DDT! Iscariot connects and now we have another cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! – JJ kicks out again, and Iscariot is going to have to dig deep if he wants to put JJ away.

Jimmy Yates: Iscariot has to keep his composure here, if he wants to take this match. He can’t get frustrated and get impatient.

Bryan Harris: It will be tough Jimbo – I know Wolfe can taste victory here.

Wolfe pulls JJ to his feet and tries the Irish whip, but its reversed by JJ who pulls Iscariot into a short-arm clothesline. JJ then pulls Wolfe to his feet and hooking him flips him back and over with the Sambo suplex. Angrily, JJ tosses Hayden Wolfe to the buckles across the ring and charges in after him. However in the corner, Iscariot leaps up to the buckles, and flips off twisting a full 540 degrees, and hitting a back chop to JJ’s throat!

Alan Ducard: The Machete Mutilator! Iscariot connects with his finish move as JJ’s is down and gasping for air!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

The bell sounds as the official raises Iscariot’s arm in victory.

Bryan Harris: Iscariot won this time, but knowing that move could be coming, next time I think JJ could take him – next time Iscariot won’t have the surprise of that move.

Jimmy Yates: Surprise or no surprise Iscariot made a statement here with his first singles match in LEGACY.

*Static*

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THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT

Days of the New – TOUCH, PEEL, STAND

A solitary spotlight.

As the bright light shines down on the entrance ramp, Matthew Dawson, The Highlight of the Night, appears before the hostile crowd. Unfortunately for the crowd, any attention is good attention for Dawson, and he smiles at the jeering and the chants, as he takes a slow walk down the rampway in his own spotlight. Upon entering the ring, Dawson still stands in the spotlight, and adjusts his burgundy tie against his silver shirt, and then lifts his arms embracing the hatred for a moment, before removing a microphone from his burgundy suit jacket.

HOTN: Kansas City, I know you’ve been sitting on your hands, waiting, hoping, yes even praying that you’d get a double dose of The Highlight of the Night, and guess what it almost didn’t happen! I mean, think about it, why would someone elite, such as myself, give this pathetic excuse for a city, the gift of my presence twice in one night?

He’s baiting them. He knows it. He loves it.

HOTN: Yes I know I had to appear at least once to carry the main event – you can’t expect a slack-jawed yokel and the bat-sh!t insane to have much of a fight now can you?

The crowd is just getting more livid by the moment ..

HOTN: Let’s face facts kiddies, I’m a winner, and this town is filled with losers. The Royals – losers. The Chiefs – losers, and they might as well be “The Chefs” as that Snickers commercial says.

He remembers something.

HOTN: Oh, and let’s not forget you only got next to last place in the smell contest. I only say next to last because as bad as this place is, at least it isn’t Jersey.

Dawson laughs as he irritates the crowd, and as they begin an “asshole” chant, which Dawson waves off.

HOTN: Now, with all that being said, it became obvious to me that I’m truly privilege to be elite. Yes, it’s truly quite amazing being me. Now, I know that none of you will ever hope to become a fraction as great as I am, but I thought that maybe, just maybe, I should share the blessing of my awesomeness with some less fortunate. I should perhaps allow some of the excellence starved LEGACY fighters just a taste of what it’s like to be in my shoes. So I’ve decided that for a limited time, I should share the spotlight, so ladies and gentlemen … WELCOME TO THE HIGHLIGHT’S SPOTLIGHT!

With that the lights come on in the arena, and Dawson takes his seat in his chair with a smug look on his face, and he looks towards the entrance.

HOTN: Ladies and gentlemen, when I decided to do THE HIGHLIGHT’S SPOTLIGHT, I wanted my first guest to really typify the kind of greatness-challenged fighter that I’m trying to reach. Now, you may know this person as the chihuahua who survived a pitbull named Frank Garvin last Strife. Me, I just see someone who if they were any shorter and anymore jacked they could be a He-Man action figure … ladies and gentlemen my first guest … Laura Seton!

“Gunboat” by Vixtrola begins to blare throughout the arena and soon enough, out from the back, ripping through the curtains and appearing quite “jacked up” with energy is LEGACY's own female firecracker. Wearing a navy blue track suit and her brown hair worn down, Laura turns towards her left and lets out a small adrenalin-fueled scream giving an exaggerated pump with her right arm towards the fans, then crosses back the other way and does the same towards the fans on the other side of the stage as the fans give her a very warm welcome. She turns her attention to the ring and her eyes fall right on Dawson. She pauses, her face turning to anger, eyes narrowing and she glares towards him for a few seconds.

“I've been crossed...”

She begins her walk to the ring, stare fixated on Dawson the whole way down, not at all flattered by his words.

“Now I am wondering why...”

She reaches the ring apron area and actually starts having a few choice words with HOTN—but after a second he gets a small smile and we see him mouth “It's all in fun” as he motions for her to get in the ring.

“I can't remember your name; I can't remember...”

She slides in under the bottom rope and continues glaring angrily towards him as she gets to her seat. He repeats again, “It's all in good fun” as her music fades and she takes a seat in the opposite chair.

Dawson looks over at Laura who is definitely not amused, and he flashes her a completely condescending grin.

HOTN: Laura, welcome to THE HIGHLIGHT’S SPOTLIGHT, and I hope you truly embrace this moment, because we both know this is as close to greatness as you’re going to get. Now, I could talk about your athletic accomplishments outside of LEGACY … but who cares, I mean especially about that recent thing with the WNBA, I mean who watches the WNBA – if I wanted to watch lesbians I can think of a hell of a lot better ways to see them in action. So, let’s really get down to what everyone wants to hear about … you and Chris Turner? I mean… What … the … hell!?

Laura rolls her eyes at Dawson, and shakes her head, internally questioning why they gave this ass an interview segment.

Laura: (as an aside) First off, thanks for mentioning Snickers while I'm in the ring, what with my endorsement deal and all, but from what I’ve seen so that is the only good thing to come out of this interview.

HOTN: The only good thing you’ll be getting out of this interview? The ONLY good thing you’ll be getting out of this interview? Laura, you are finally on camera in LEGACY and people are paying attention!

Laura looks around and smiles.

Laura: You’re right, this crowd is paying attention, but they are just waiting for me to put you in your place. Regardless of what you may think, they're actually watching this because I'm out here. If you had decided just to use this time for yourself, (motions to the crowd) half these people would be going to buy popcorn or a beer and most people at home would be changing to something else.

The Highlight of the Night rolls his eyes, and takes his phone out of his pocket as if he just got a message, subtly showing Laura how important she is, but Seton digs a little depper.

Laura: Now—you make remarks about Kansas City and being a loser town but you forgot a third component. Maybe “Matthew Dawson” as a person is a winner; but as far as in the ring...(keeping a cold glare showing she's not messing around)

Laura: The Highlight of the Night—LOSER!

She gins and leans in a little closer.

Laura: It’s not like you’re Tao of Valor Champion now are you?

The crowd cheers, happy to see her get in a shot, and that one insult brings Dawson’s focus back upon here, and finally with all of her insults, Laura does hit a nerver, as Dawson reaches up to straighten his tie, and biting his tongue.

Laura: Look, with all of these shots at me while building yourself up, it’s obvious you’re jealous of me. You think you're a big guy because you want to pick on me for trying to get back into a sport I love? (a taunting voice) Let's see YOU try to take six years away from something and get back into it at a high level. Oh, that's right (very condescendingly)

She slowly shakes her head.

Laura: YOU CAN'T! You aren't me. You don't have that “special gift” to be able to be uber-athletic.

Dawson’s eyes get wide.

Laura: All you are...is just...a flat-out...laughing stock. (degradingly) If you try anything away from wrestling you'd wind up looking like a clown. I know that, you know that, Kansas City knows that—EVERY city in the world knows it! Don't even try belittling me because I want to play in the WNBA. Don't even try belittling that league itself because that just makes you—well...let's just say (she eyes him up and down)...little.

The crowd cheers, enjoying seeing someone finally lash out at HOTN. Laura gives a head toss and gets a look of refocusing her attention.

Laura: Now—to what I'm here for. Your first question? Well, why do you care? What's it matter that I see and/or saw something in Turner? (still in anger) Do you have the hots for me?

Dawson raises an eyebrow, and feigns attempts to hold in some laughter, and finally a positively insulting laugh escapes his lips and he has to get up from his chair, and he walks over as if having a conversation with the crowd.

HOTN: Moxley and KK really need to watch out because she really has a future as a comedy act here.

Dawson turns back to Laura, who is still seated.

HOTN: Me have the hots for you? Wow, talk about giving up beauty for a beast. I wasn’t saying what the hell to pick on your obviously brain-damaged pseudo boyfriend – now, I know he wasn’t born that way like Moreno’s kid, but one can only take so many chair shots to the head before you become a poster child for the special Olympics. In fact, in spite of all his mental handicaps, I’m still surprised that he apparently likes his women so ... dudesque let’s say.

Dawson rubs his chin, pondering the use of the word “dudesque” as Laura slowly rises from her seat, eyes aflame. She speaks slowly to keep her calm, but its obvious that she’s seething.

Laura: Ah yes—the old let's pick on her because she’s a woman who actually has muscle and is in a predominantly male sport. Yeah, you're classy. (she refocuses having cooled off enough) Let me ask you; do you feel better now about yourself insulting a gold medalist? Do you think it's that necessary in order to try to save face when you're looking at an American icon? Sure, I may not have the wrestling pedigree as you and sure, maybe my career here isn't anything special at this very moment—but let's face it. I see it in your eyes. You're intimidated being able to be in the ring with Laura Seton. You won't admit it because you figure if you do—you'll lose whatever it is you have with the fans. They'll see you as an actual human instead of the massive jerk you enjoy being viewed as. And you can't have that. Because then you feel you aren't a threat to anyone and feeling that—you'd be emasculated. You'd run away. (sarcastically) And lord KNOWS LEGACY can't survive without the great Matthew Dawson!

Laura rolls her eyes.

Laura: Besides, if you were this great all-powerful being as you make yourself out to be...why aren't you the champion? Oh wait—it’s Diamante’s fault right? I know that has to be your answer, your lame excuse – so if that’s the case: Why are you out here, and why are you wasting our time?

A voice calls out from behind the scenes.

Voice: Ms. Boring, it is YOU who are wasting the time of these Smallvillians.

The eyes turn to the entrance curtain just as James Win steps out from the back. Anyone who didn’t immediately turn their heads to the curtain soon followed suit, as the golden outfit worn by James Win shined brilliantly, reflecting the spotlight that was placed upon him. The majority of his hair pulled back into a low ponytail, James has one strand of hair, braided, which hangs down just slightly to the side of his right eye. We can’t see his eyes, of course, due to the golden sunglasses he’s wearing. He speaks as he slowly walks down the ramp towards the ring.

The All Star James Win: Originally it was The All Star who was scheduled to be interviewed on this program, a soon-to-be LEGACY Cornerstone. The only reason that you, Ms. Boring, got the opportunity to fill The Golden One’s shoes is because a certain delay in customs had James Win late returning from Paris earlier today. Matty, it’s certainly regrettable that you had to find a replacement.

As he gets to the bottom of the ramp, he walks over and begins to ascend the steel steps.

The All Star James Win: Now that The All Star is finally here, your services, little lady, are no longer needed.

James lowers the microphone and just looks at Laura Seton, who doesn’t look to be going anywhere. She raises her microphone, about to speak, but James interrupts.

The All Star James Win: These people don’t need to hear any parting words, they just need you to head back up that ramp and go backstage and pine away for the days when Gigantus Awesomo wore a mask and still loved you.

There’s a mild bit of laughter amongst the crowd, but Laura doesn’t look amused at all. She again raises her microphone, but again James interrupts.

The All Star James Win: No, seriously, no talkie talkie needed, just walkie walkie. Now scram before The Golden One takes a bite out of one of your chocolate-filled “gold medals”.

Before anyone in the ring can speak up, another voice calls out from backstage.

Voice 2: Hold on a second…

Eyes again turn to the entrance curtain, and Laura rolls her eyes and mouths “what now?” to herself. The camera shifts over and we see Gryffin Anselm walking out from backstage, his black cargo pants and signature “D” shirt on, microphone in hand. He intently walks down the ramp.

Gryffin Anselm: Unlike anybody in the ring right now, I’m not scheduled to be out here right now, but as most people know, I’m not all that good at listening to rules. In fact, most people would say that I make my own rules.

Hopping right up onto the apron, Gryffin enters the ring. Laura takes a ready stance, thinking Gryffin’s there to fight, but Gryffin holds up an open hand in her direction.

Gryffin Anselm: That’s not what this is about, so you can stand at ease.

Gryffin turns his attention to James Win.

Gryffin Anselm: So this is how you decide to show up? After weeks and weeks of me telling you to get your ass in gear, you send me a text saying you have something planned for tonight, and this is what you do? You plan to come on this ass-clown’s show?

Gryffin turns his gaze onto Matthew Dawson, then looks back at James Win, who begins to speak until he’s interrupted by Gryffin.

Gryffin Anselm: Nah, now it’s your turn to shut up. Your performance in that eight-man tag we had, were you proud of yourself? I wasn’t, and I wasn’t proud of how you performed back at LEGACY X in the biggest match we’ve had in the past 12 months.

The eyes of James Win grow really wide, and he actually looks a little embarrassed. He lowers his microphone and in a quiet voice, says “really? You want to talk about this HERE?”.

Gryffin Anselm: If you’d start showing up to train or for Diabolik meetings, I wouldn’t have to do this here, but all I keep hearing is about how you have all these trips already planned and paid for. You know what? That’s not going to cut it anymore.

Gryffin walks over to the edge of the ring and sits down on the middle rope, pushing the top rope up, leaving a generous opening.

Gryffin Anselm: Enough of the foolishness, James, it’s time to go backstage and talk about some things.

Win glares at Gryffin, obviously embarrassed, but after realizing that Gryffin’s not backing down, James shoots at look at Laura Seton, then at a highly amused Matthew Dawson, and then exits the ring through the ropes on a different side of the ring from where Gryffin’s holding the ropes. Anselm just shakes his head, exits out onto the apron and hops down to the arena floor, making his way up the ramp with James Win in tow.

Laura: You know what? Maybe this wasn’t a complete waste of time after all. I’d say the fans got some entertainment out of all of this, so consider this OVER.

Turning around, Laura walks over towards the edge of the ring nearest the ramp, and suddenly Matthew Dawson snaps, charges forwards and drills Laura in the back of the head with the microphone. She immediately crumples to the mat, and Matthew Dawson stands above her, smile on his face and mic in hand, and backs up a few steps towards the center of the ring with the boos raining in on him from all corners of the arena. He couldn’t look more pleased with himself, and he tosses the microphone up into the air about six feet, catches it on the way down and holds it to his mouth.

Matthew Dawson: Now THAT’s entertainment!

As “Touch, Peel, Stand” plays, Matthew Dawson steps over Laura’s fallen body, getting out onto the apron and leaving the ring by walking down the steps and heading for the ramp. At the top of the ramp, we can see Gryffin Anselm, who doesn’t look the slightest bit amused by what just transpired, but he walks backstage, heading after James Win.

Jimmy Yates: You’ve got ANARCHY, the Agents of Destiny, El Chupacabra, Turner & Laura, and H.g.H.

Bryan Harris: In my mind, this should be a three-way at best. Turner and Laura? They don’t belong here. H.g.H.? They don’t either.

Alan Ducard: Laura Seton has built up quite a bit of momentum, so there’s lots of people who think she and Chris Turner, if they can be on the same page, would be quite the formidable team. And H.g.H., they’ve gained quite a bit of popularity thus far in LEGACY, and they’ve been impressive in the ring, so quite a few people want to see what they’re capable of doing.

Bryan Harris: Well I’m interested how that three-way would’ve gone, but I’m not in charge here, so I guess the other people get what they were hoping for and not me.

Alan Ducard: There are five teams, only four corners, so Jimmy, how’s this match going to work.

Jimmy Yates: There are four corners, five teams, so the way this is going to work, so I’m told, is that three teams will start on the outside, each occupying a corner. The remaining two teams will each have a competitor in the ring starting the match, and they will share the fourth corner. Any time a competitor tags out of the match, they will take the spot of that person on the apron unless their own partner is in a different corner, in which case those two people will switch.

Bryan Harris: Stand by your partner, or stand in a corner with the other odd-man-out.

Alan Ducard: There’s plenty on the line, let’s get to the footage to see what transpires.

Jimmy Yates: Wow, Cap’n Kirk takes a beating, and he’s still fighting to get right back up!

Alan Ducard: Arch Angel looks determined as he stays in on the attack.

Bryan Harris: Of course he’s going to stay in on the attack, that’s what good competitors do.

Hooking his arm underneath Kirk’s arm, Arch Angel hoists Conrad up off the mat, scoops him up and looks to set up for a sidewalk slam. In the process, Kirk throws his arm to the side and connects with an elbow to Arch Angel’s gut, then throws his fist backwards and up, drilling Double A in the sternum. Stumbling to the side, Arch Angel loses his grip and Conrad puts his feet back onto the mat, then pushes off, diving to the side.

Alan Ducard: A big opportunity here by the member of H.g.H….

Getting his feet underneath himself, Cap’n Kirk dives in and clotheslines Arch Angel down to the mat. Still the fresher man, Arch Angel is the first of the duo to get to his feet, but by the time he reaches his opponent, Conrad is working his way up off the mat. Double A grabs him by the wrist and sends him into the ropes with an irish whip. Kirk hits the opposite ropes and rebounds with a lot of momentum, hopping off the mat slightly, lifting his left leg, then swinging it downward as he lifts his right leg, driving it right into Arch Angel’s chest. The crowd bursts into cheers as Arch Angel hits the mat.

Jimmy Yates: And he’s down!

Bryan Harris: But he’s getting right back up!

After a moment on the mat, Arch Angel rolls over and gets to his knee, puts a foot down on the mat, pushes up to his feet and takes a quick step forward, reaching out, and he tags the nearest person.

Alan Ducard: Oh my… here comes the big man, Lucien Gray.

As soon as Lucien is in the ring, Conrad sizes up his opponent, then moves in and drills his opponent with a right hand. Then another. Then a kick. The big man gets rocked, but he doesn’t fall down. Kirk takes a few quick steps backwards. Lucien moves to the side, giving himself more room for maneuverability and then pounds his chest, daring his opponent to come in at him again. Conrad charges in and drills a shoulderblock, but again the big man doesn’t budge, but Kirk stumbles back a few steps.

Thumping his chest, Lucien again challenges Conrad to try to knock him over. When Kirk charges back in, Gray takes a few steps forward and knocks him down with a clothesline. Rolling over, Conrad tries to get to his feet before his opponent can keep in on the attack. As Lucien tries to grab him, Kirk uses his strength to swat the monster’s hand away and gets to his feet. Lucien Gray moves in again, and this time he gets drilled with a kick to the leg. Then a punch to the cheek, knocking him down to a knee.

Good position…

Right hand, monster’s not going down

Headbutt to the gut from Lucien

Backing up into the dual corner, Conrad Kirk tags in Joey Shepard, who looks excited about the opportunity and hops right over the top rope to enter the ring.

Bryan Harris: Can you believe this idiot?! He actually looks happy to be getting into the ring with Lucien Gray?! Bad move kid…

Sizing up Lucien, Joey then turns and runs into the ropes, hitting the ropes for more momentum, charges in, leaps, and drills Gray with a forearm shot to the throat. As the monster coughs a few times, Joey moves over to the edge of the ring, gets out onto the apron, and holds on to the top rope. As Lucien stops coughing and looks for his opponent, Joey hops up onto the top rope, springs off and goes for a double axhandle…

Jimmy Yates: He caught him in mid air!

Alan Ducard: It’s not looking good here for White Boy…

Turning towards one of the corners, Lucien charges forward, driving the small of Joey’s back into the top turnbuckle before dropping him down to the mat.

Bryan Harris: Wait a minute, did Laura Seton just tag herself in?!

Jimmy Yates: Referee Travis Rollins saw the tag too, and so now she’s the legal ma-… other person in the match.

Ducking under the bottom rope, Laura Seton enters the ring and immediately dropkicks Lucien in the leg. Turning around, she runs into the ropes and on the rebound she leaps and dropkicks him in the chest as he holds his leg, knocking him backwards a step. Running to the nearby corner, she hops up onto the second turnbuckle, dives backwards and drives the monster down to the mat.

Alan Ducard: Amazing athleticism and speed from Laura Seton with a cross-body block to the back of Lucien Gray that takes him down!

Bryan Harris: You can bet that she was hoping he’d be down longer than this, but Lucien’s working his way back up to his feet!

Sensing her opportunity is coming to an end, Laura turns, hits the ropes, comes off and flies towards her opponent, taking him down to the mat with a bulldog, and sending the fans into cheers as she gets up and pumps her fist a few times. She then turns around finds the dual corner and tags in Chris Turner.

Jimmy Yates: Oh, why did she have to go and do that?! She was doing so well!

Bryan Harris: It was only a matter of time before Lucien Gray planted her into the mat, so this way she lucks out a bit. Smart move by her, if I do say so.

The moment Turner gets into the ring, he charges over and starts pummeling on Chris Turner with rights and lefts. He then backs up to his feet and smashes an elbow shot into the back of Lucien’s head, that collapses him down to the mat. Grabbing Lucien by the hair, Turner pulls the big man up to his feet and then tries to hoist him up for a bodyslam, but Lucien drives a forearm into Chris’ temple, forcing him to release his grasp.

Backing up a few steps, Gray tries to find some room to fight, but he’s quickly smacked on the back by Diego de Cardenas. Knowing that Turner hasn’t seen the tag, Diego quickly gets up to the top rope, and when Turner starts to come after Lucien Gray, Cardenas leaps off the top rope and grabs Chris by the head mid-flight and takes him down.

Alan Ducard: Tremendous flying neckbreaker by Diego on Chris Turner, who never saw it coming!

Bryan Harris: That’s one of the great things about El Chupacabra, they find opportunities and they make the most of it!

As Turner forces his way up off the mat, Diego knees him in the gut, then grabs him by the head, connects with a European uppercut. Without letting go of Turner’s head, Diego pulls his opponent over to the side of the ring, speeding up a bit as he nears the edge before hopping over the top rope, onto the apron, and then pulls Turner’s neck across the top rope. Chris falls to the mat, choking from the move, and Diego slides back into the ring under the bottom rope and grabs Turner by the head and lifts him up off the mat. Staying by the edge of the ring, Diego shoves Chris out of the ring between the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: The action is going to the outside, and with both of these guys loving hardcore wrestling, this could get interesting…

Bryan Harris: This is my kind of action!

Joining Turner on the outside, Diego stomps down on him a few times, then grabs him by the wrist, lifts him up to his feet and uses all his power to irish whip Chris into the security guardrail. Wincing in pain, Turner shrugs it off and works his way back to his feet, but not before Diego gets there to lay into him with a few hard forearms. Chris stops the onslaught by grabbing Diego around the waist, lifting him up slightly and driving forward, crashing Diego’s back into the steel corner ringpost.

Standing Diego back on his feet, Turner gives his smaller opponent a huge open-handed smack to the chest. Before Chris can follow it up, Cardenas reaches out and rakes the eyes of his opponent, giving himself a moment’s break while Turner is partially blinded. Taking Chris by the head, Diego smacks him forehead first into the security guardrail, then shoves him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Alan Ducard: Diego in control after that bit of action outside, but you can tell that he’s still feeling that shot he took into the corner ringpost.

Jimmy Yates: That’s why they say steel is unforgiving.

Immediately Turner fights to get to his feet, but he’s still a bit dazed from the shot into the corner ringpost, and he stumbles around a bit, leaving himself close enough to the Agents of Destiny corner so that Mirage tags himself in. As Diego hops up onto the apron, Mirage moves in and grabs his opponent by the wrist the moment he’s partially inside the ring, backs up and sends Diego across the ring with an irish whip. On the return, Cardenas is met with a charging Mirage, who takes him right off his feet with a clothesline. Dropping down to his knees, Mirage puts himself right next to his opponent and begins choking him.

Bryan Harris: Vintage Mirage here, and I know the fans don’t know how to react, since they don’t really like either of these great competitors, but right now, we’re watching two legends in this sport go at it!

Alan Ducard: Referee Travis Rollins moves in and yells at Mirage for his chokehold, and yes, both of these guys are well accomplished, and I think as we move forward, people are going to appreciate what Diego can do in the ring more than they have now, but only if Diego and Hector remain on the roster.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, they seem to be thinking about doing some things that could get them fired.

Bryan Harris: …Which would be a tragedy.

After Travis Rollins counts to four, Mirage lets go of the chokehold and is forced to back away from Diego, who rolls to his side, putting more distance between himself and Mirage. Once Rollins has a word with Mirage, the Agent of Destiny moves back in on his opponent, but Diego swings his leg upwards, connecting with Mirage’s ribs as he leans down to grab Cardenas, backing him up a step. Rolling over onto his stomach, Diego gets a knee underneath himself and rolls forwards and gets up.

Diego takes a couple steps forwards and Mirage charges in for a clothesline, but at the last moment Diego ducks underneath it, turns around, grabs Mirage and sends him across the ring with a head-and-arm capture suplex. Slowly getting to his feet, Diego shakes the cobwebs loose and walks over to Mirage, stomps down on him, then tags in Conrad Kirk.

Alan Ducard: Diego looks to need a breather, and his battling outside with Chris Turner, and then getting choked by Mirage, you can’t blame him in the slightest.

Bryan Harris: Well this isn’t a one-on-one match, he doesn’t have to pull out a victory, otherwise I’m sure he could easily regroup and stay in there!

From the first moment Conrad Kirk enters the ring, he starts to stomp down on Mirage, who rolls over and gets to his feet. When Kirk moves in, Mirage throws an elbow sideways, catching Conrad in the very low abdomen, doubling him over a little, dropping him down to one knee. Travis Rollins steps in and yells at Mirage, who ignores it, gets up and drives a forearm into Conrad’s jaw. Getting a boost of momentum, Cap’n Kirk gets up, drills Mirage with a jab, then takes him by the wrist and sends Mirage into the ropes. On the return Kirk sends a shoulder into Mirage, dropping him to the mat, getting a huge ovation of cheers from the fans. Grabbing Mirage by the head, Conrad lifts his opponent up into the air and drops backwards with a vertical suplex. Not letting go, Conrad lifts Mirage back up off the mat as he stands up, lifts him back up into the air and hits a second vertical suplex.

Jimmy Yates: Rolling vertical suplexes… that’s the Crazy Weed!

Maintaining his grasp, Conrad Kirk lifts Mirage up off the mat and hoists him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position… then DROPS to the mat with a death valley driver.

Alan Ducard: I believe that’s called the Crying Weed.

Jimmy Yates: Could we see the Green Grass & High Times?!

Taking Mirage by the head, Conrad lifts him up off the mat, hooks his head under his arm, but before he can do anything, Kirk gets drilled in the side with a forearm shot by Mirage. Locking his arms around Conrad, Mirage lifts up and falls backwards, dropping Kirk’s throat over the top rope as he falls to the mat. Conrad’s chin stays hooked on the top rope, and Laura Seton tags herself in.

Bryan Harris: I guess we won’t be seeing that combination!

Jimmy Yates: Darn, I love “Eat Your Broccoli”.

Laura gets into the ring and starts peppering Mirage with rights and lefts and kicks and more punches. Mirage stumbles back, and Laura charges in with a clothesline attempt. Mirage ducks, but Laura picks up speed, hits the ropes, and on the return leaps with a dropkick that catches Mirage the moment he turns around. Grabbing Mirage by the head, Laura hoists him up off the mat, but Mirage reaches up and rakes the eyes, stopping her in her tracks. Fumbling around, Laura walks right into a forearm shot from Mirage that drops her to a knee.

Reaching down, Mirage tries to pick her up, but she grabs him around the throat and drops down with a jawbreaker, and the crowd starts cheering. Rubbing her eyes, Laura fixes her vision just as Mirage works his way back to his feet. Moving in, Laura swings at her opponent, but Mirage ducks it, grabs her around the waist, lifts her up into the air, turns slightly and slams her down back onto her feet, causing her to stumble forward and Joey Shepard reaches out and tags himself into the ring.

Alan Ducard: And now it’s Agents of Destiny and H.g.H. in the ring together.

When Joey gets into the ring, he drills Mirage with a right hand, and then another. Mirage retaliates with a right hand of his own, rocking Shepard back a few feet. Joey moves back in and kicks Mirage, then dodges to the side to avoid retaliation. Reaching over the top rope, Lucien Gray connects with a forearm shot that drops Joey to the mat.

Bryan Harris: THAT’s how great team-mates work together.

Holding the back of his neck, Joey turns around and drills Lucien in the chest. Mirage moves in and grabs Shepard by the shoulder and spins him around, only to get drilled as Joey connects with a forearm. Mirage hoists Joey up off the mat and bodyslams him down to the mat. Stepping in, Mirage tries for a standing elbow drop, but Joey rolls to the side, avoiding it. Both men get to their feet, Joey a step slower, and Mirage moves in. Before he can do anything, Shepard takes a step forward and shoves Mirage backwards.

Jimmy Yates: Wait, I think… HE DID!!

Alan Ducard: Travis Rollins signals that a tag is made, and now T.Rex is a legal man, making it H.g.H. against ANARCHY.

Getting the first shot on T.Rex, Shepard twists around and drills T.Rex with a spinning back elbow. Moving over to the side of the ring where Mirage is now on the apron, Joey goes after the Agent of Destiny member. Mirage reaches over the top rope, grabbing Shepard around the neck and drops off the apron, pulling Joey’s neck down across the top rope, pulling him down as he drops off the apron. Shepard stumbles backwards and gets ROCKED by T.Rex.

Bryan Harris: THAT was AMAZING! GREAT spear to the back by T.Rex!

Alan Ducard: T.Rex is pulling Joey towards the corner…

After stomping down onto Shepard’s back, T.Rex grabs the top rope, steps up onto the second rope, hops backwards and splashes down onto Joey Shepard, then immediately rolls over and hooks the leg while Travis Rollins slides in and makes the count.

Jimmy Yates: That’s Fossil Fuel, this could be it!

One…

Two…!

THREE!

-The Original War-

We see an arena marquee, and in the bright lights advertising the event spell out the Main Event: “THE TRUE REVOLULTIONARY” MARCUS MARION VS. “THE OUTLAW” GREYSON BLADE TONIGHT!

I am the master of this game
And everybody knows my name

There are video clips of Marcus Marion and Greyson Blade both hoisting up the LEGACY World Title.

And I will gladly make you see
That you should not have messed with me

We see Marcus Marion tapping his reserves of strength to hoist up a bloodied Outlaw and drive him down with “The Revolutionary Thrill” piledriver on a steel chair. This is followed by The Outlaw hitting a devastating Killshot on Marion from the top rope.

But you have thrown the gauntlet down
Only ? one who wears the crown

We see Marcus Marion driving the LEGACY World Title into Blade’s skull, which cost Blade what is now The No Limits Title, and then see The Outlaw slamming a sledgehammer into Marion’s ribs, and then as he drops to the canvas, slamming the hammer down into his chest.

So I will gladly hunt you down
And I'm gonna stomp you into the ground

We see The Outlaw attempt to attack Marcus Marion in the parking lot after Marion cost him the gold, only for Marion to instinctively dive out of the way, and in so doing push off of Susan Rhodes (Nicole’s cousin), tossing her into the path of the oncoming Outlaw. Blade’s shoulder hits Susan with a vicious crack, smashing her over the hood of a low-riding vehicle and into the windshield with a sickening exploding pop.

And you know it's true
I'm just better than you

We see Marcus Marion cheering on Nicolas Creed as he spills Blade’s blood post match using the ring post, and then Jake Blaine attacking Greyson with brass knuckles, leaving Marion to complete his plan by standing over Blade and taunting him on the mic.

See the fear that's in your eyes
I'll make you realize

We see The Outlaw and Marion standing toe to toe before the bell rings, the anticipation building.

Well oh yeah, here we go again
Looks like we're on the floor again

We see Blade and Marion trading punches, followed by Marion hitting multiple low blows on Greyson, which is then followed by Blade unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks on Marion in the corner.

Hell yeah, here we go again
Cause I can't get away

We see Blade powerbombing Marion into a steel cage.

We see Marion trapping Blade’s arm in the cage, and then hyperextending it with an excruciatingly painful armbar.

I'll fight forever
I won't surrender

We see The Outlaw fighting like an animal in his Brick by Brick No DQ match with Marion, fighting of Jake Blaine’s interfering chairshots, Nicole breaking up multiple pins, and completely battered, kicking out of Marion’s piledriver to Marion’s chagrin before finally passing out in a submission hold.

And I will always
Hunt you down

Marion walks with Nicole and Susan Rhodes to the ring wearing The LEGACY World Title around his waist.

Down

The Outlaw walks to the ring with The LEGACY World Title over his shoulder.

Down

The screen flashes the words: The True Revolutionary vs. The Outlaw

Down

The Original War

As the video feed ends, the scene shifts and we are inside the arena, and inside the ring stands The Outlaw, a microphone in one hand, a sledgehammer in the other. The fans are chanting “Blade” repeatedly at the conclusion of the video that served to remind the LEGACY fans of the feud that was truly LEGACY’s original war, the scars of which are still born two years later on both men. Seeing those images that had replayed in his mind countless times, now before him on the LEGACY Vision big screen, only served raise rage and the passion in The Outlaw, and he slings the sledgehammer up over his shoulder menacingly.

The Outlaw: The war is going to end Marion. We’ve been waiting for nearly two years – two long years for that definitive end, and as much as you want some measure of revenge on me – it could NEVER compare to how I’ve longed for the chance to see you burn.

You screwed me out of a World Title Shot.

You screwed me out of the Midwest Title.

You screwed me out of the World Title not once, but twice, and with your sluts and thugs put me on the damn shelf for nearly half a year – and because you exited the company and this business, there wasn’t a damn thing I could do to make you pay for it.

The Outlaw’s anger is obvious as he speaks, becoming more enraged by the moment.

The Outlaw: Then you decided to come back to LEGACY, you decided to come back and decided to try and pick up right where you left off by inserting yourself into my affairs, screwing me over yet again. A lot has changed in the past two years Marcus. I’m done with you playing the coward and screwing me over.

I’m done with your medaling.

I’m done with your bullsh!t.

I’m done with your success at my expense.

This war ends, and this war ends tonight.

You can either come out here and face me like a man and surprise me, or you can make me hunt you down like the coward that you are – you have three seconds to decide.

The Outlaw stands ready to hunt Marion, perhaps almost wanting to hunt him to use the accumulated rage of the search to pile on to the beating he would give Marcus. The crowd counts off the three seconds as The Outlaw motions the numbers with his fingers and with Marion not arriving, The Outlaw steps through the ropes with sledgehammer in tow, walking up the ramp. However, when Blade is half way up the ramp, the LEGACY Vision jumbotron comes to life …

MARCUS MARION: Wait, three SECONDS? That's ALL I get? When I gave you three of the best YEARS of my life? I swear on the soul of my mother, you, Blade, are going to share a fiery cell, in the afterlife, right beside her. Sharon, R.I.P. Do you know how I got this? It wasn't by being young and dumb...

Marion grabs a lock of his signature platinum blonde hair, taunting his fired up opponent with it. An ode, I'm sure, to the elderly everywhere. He's seen sitting in a recliner, in what appears to be a living room.

MARCUS MARION: It was by always being PREPARED. Being WISE beyond my years. I may be pro wrestlings BIGGEST prima donna, but I DO have a life, ya know? You are tired of me 'screwing' you? Dude, you are in your thirties, let it go. If you can't do that, I know a guy that is an absolute whiz in hypnosis. You are preaching to the choir. The crowd, and myself, mind you, are RIDICULOUSLY tired of hearing how I "ruined" your life. I'm not at the show because I KNEW you would act this way. You get defensive about the TINIEST things.

Marion makes a "small" motion with his finger tips.. The crowd begins a round of boos. Marion, unaffected, lapses the "praise up".

MARCUS MARION: Sure, a lot has changed in the last two years. I HATE giving you credit for anything. But, however, when you are right, you are right. You've cultivated this mean streak. No more neighborhood watch programs for Greyson Blade, right? YOU are now on the prowl. How's it feel to have that first pistol? You sure you know where the safety is? This is serious business, it ain't like swatting insects.

He shakes his head slightly.

MARCUS MARION: You want me? Come get me, I'm all YOURS! But we'll play by MY rules. At Eleventh Hour, a PPV christened by yours truly, it'll be wrestling’s past versus its present/future, one LAST time. You want a decisive "end?" Hmm, how's a submission match grab you? You won't get a chance to black out like you did last time, I'm gonna make you say those two GORGEOUS words right before I send you to the retirement home: I QUIT!

The Outlaw looks up angrily at Marion’s figure on the big screen, and he points the sledgehammer at Marion.

The Outlaw: You want it Marion – YOU’VE GOT IT – believe me I will have no problem – NO PROBLEM – with a match that means I don’t just get to beat you, but I get to break you. You’ll see just how much of that mean streak I’ve developed when that bell rings, and the debt you’ve accrued for two years is finally paid.

Case Closed!

He grabs Turner by the throat with two hands and tosses him into the wall, before leveling him with shots to the temple and ribs, stomping him down. Fallen Angel stands over Turner, as referees and road agents swarm the scene before Fallen Angel can do any more damage.

Fallen Angel: "I'll end you!"

The fans boo as Nathan smirks and walks off camera, officials checking on Turner, who holds his ribs and tries to shake off the cobwebs from those shots to the temple.

Jimmy Yates: Kumquat Kid seems to have taken LEGACY by storm, receiving a warm welcome from the LEGACY fans and scoring back to back victories against John Thomas and Adam Davis.

Bryan Harris: Flukes! Both of them flukes! This fruity fellow has to be the luckiest man in LEGACY right now.

Jimmy Yates: Yes, you get by both John Thomas and Adam Davis on pure luck – there’s no real skill there at all – sheesh, would it kill you to give credit where it’s due just once?

Bryan Harris: Sure, you’re mom is amazing in the sack – I kid, I kid – but seriously, I can’t giving this guy all that lavish praise after two matches – you’d think he was Loco Martinez or something.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think anyone is going quite that far Bryan, but Kumquat Kid is an exceptional and unique fighter, and I’m sure his match with Devastation is going to reveal that to our audience. The question is though, will that be enough to overcome Devastation’s exceptional technical prowess and stop his streak of successful title defenses? Let’s find out.

Alan Ducard: Devastation is trying to weaken KK’s legs to help neutralize that speed and keep him grounded. Devatation has the overwhelming advantage in power and technique, but KK’s pure speed and aerial abilities have kept him in this match.

Jimmy Yates: That aerial ability was really on display earlier Alan. I thought we had a new champion after KK fought off that suplexplex attempt and then hit his “Natural Preservatives” flipping leg drop off the top.

Bryan Harris: He might be a speed-demon, but Devastation really does have him slowed down now and is in control of this match. Look at him targeting the legs with those stiff kicks, and now he’s pulling that fruity freak back into the center of the ring.

Devastation does pull KK back into the center of the ring, and grabbing the leg, he slams an elbow down into the leg once, twice, three times, and then attempts to put on a leg lock, but KK shoots out his good leg, and repeatedly kicks Devastation, backing the Champion away. KK pushes himself away from Devastation in the hopes he can create some space, but the Champion will not so easily deterred.

Alan Ducard: KK managed to buy himself a little time, and get a little space between himself and Devastation, but the Champion is unrelenting and he’s already coming at KK in the corner, just as the challenger tries to pull himself up in the corner. Devastation hits a knife edge chop, and a European uppercut and another knife edge chop that gets a “WOOOOOOOO” from this capacity crowd here in Kansas City. Devastation now with an elbow shot to the face and there’s a heave and a big belly to belly suplex out of the corner!

Jimmy Yates: Great strategy by the Champion on display here as he traps KK in the corner to get his offense across, and then taking him right back to the center of the ring with a high impact maneuver.

Bryan Harris: Devastation is stalking KK here and there’s the boot and that fruity freak is about to have a smoothie for brains …

Alan Ducard: DEVASTATION DRIVER! The big piledriver out of the racked position and Devastation makes the cover and hooks the leg!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO! The shoulder comes up and this match with continue as the fans now are really starting to rally for KK.

A “Kum-quat-Kid” chant begins through the crowd, notably sparked by a few of the younger fans, and soon a resonant “Dev-a-sta-tion” begins to battle it out with the KK fans.

Bryan Harris: I guess it sounds like you have to be 8 to like KK.

Jimmy Yates: So the kids love him, but they aren’t the only ones – hec I even like the guy.

Bryan Harris: Wait, you have to be 8, or have a brain only as developed as an 8 year-old.

As KK attempts to shake the cobwebs, Devastation comes off the ropes and hits a running knee lift into KK’s head as the latter is still getting to his feet.

Alan Ducard: Devastation is really looking good here after he’s slowed the pace down after KK’s fast start, and now the Champion pulls the challenger to his feet, sends a kick to each leg, hooks him, and sends KK up and over with the vertical suplex.

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure if KK’s luck is going to end this match, but he needs something here if he’s going have any prayer of pulling out the victory. Devastation is slowly taking away that speed advantage and positioning him perfectly in that ring.

Bryan Harris: The Decapitator is on the horizon gentlemen – mark my words.

Jimmy Yates: Why are you such a Devastation supporter now?

Bryan Harris: I’m not, it’s a lesser of two evils in my book - at least Devastation is an accomplished fighter, not some idiot freak with an unhealthy obsession with kumquats.

Devastation pulls KK to his feet, and wraps him around the waist, looking to take him up and over with the release German suplex, but as he tosses KK, Ryan flips and instead of crashing to the canvas, lands on his feet! As Devastation turns, Ryan leaps up and blasts him with an enziguri style kick that staggers Devastation, sending the big man backwards, and allowing Ryan the opening to leap to the top rope!

Alan Ducard: KUMQUAT SMOOTHIE (Whisper in the Wind)! Devastation is down and here’s a chance for the challenger! KK with the quick cover!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO! Devastation gets the shoulder up and this match is going to continue.

Jimmy Yates: We’ll have to see if KK can stay in control here and maybe, just maybe get an opening for that Five-Alive Frog Splash.

Bryan Harris: Ugh, what a name for a finisher!

KK comes off the ropes, and he catches Devastation with the rolling wheel kick and the big man goes back down, and Ryan comes off the ropes crosses the ring, leaps up the ropes and flips backwards with the moonsault as Devastation approaches him. Devastation attempts to catch Ryan to powerslam/drive him down, but KK’s momentum carries him just a bit further back, that Ryan catches Devastation by the head and drives him to the canvas with a reverse DDT style drop! The crowd goes CRAZY with the impact, as a LEG-A-CY chant breaks out.

Alan Ducard: MY GOD WHAT A MOVE! The cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! KK can’t believe it and the official only signals two to emphasize that this match is still in progress as KK looks to refocus his attacks.

Jimmy Yates: KK is really showing us what he can do with that aerial assault, and it’s something that I think really sets him apart for the most part in LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: That’s what does it? Of all the things his aerial attack is what you chose to associate with him being “different”? Good grief.

Alan Ducard: KK off the ropes here and there’s a senton splash on the grounded Champion, and now KK takes a risk here, allowing Devastation to attempt to get to his feet, while Dunk shouts him encouragement from the outside.

Jimmy Yates: Dunk is ready as KK’s manager with that mesh sack of kumquats to give KK that added lift in crunch-time.

Bryan Harris: What is he? Popeye?

Alan Ducard: No he’s the Kumquat Kid, and he’s doing his best to take the ToV championship from maybe the best technical wrestler in the world. Devastation is staggering to his feet now, and KK top the top rope and he leaps off with the cross body, but Devastation catches him! Devastation now whips him around and into a DEVASTATING swinging sidewalk slam!

Jimmy Yates: I think he almost drove KK THROUGH the canvas!

Bryan Harris: Clean-up in aisle five!

Alan Ducard: Devastation with the cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE-NO! KK just gets the shoulder up!

Jimmy Yates: KK with some amazing resiliency there gentlemen.

Bryan Harris: It was for the moment, but Devastation is still in control of this match.

Devastation pulls KK to his feet and rocks him with a stiff kick to the gut, then when doubled over, he flips KK over with the side suplex. Having grounded him, Devastation comes off the ropes and drops a knee into the forehead, and then pulls KK up once more. He drives the foot down into KK’s right leg. Ryan tries to fight back, landing a right hand, and going for a kick with his left leg, but Devastation catches the foot, and flips him over with a wicked dragon screw leg whip!

Alan Ducard: That leg whip not only put KK back down on the canvas but Devastation torqued Ryan’s already injured leg! Devastation now slamming down the elbow again on that leg, and now he’s kicking it over and over again! KK’s trying to push away out of the center of the rign, and Devastation drops and THERE’S A HEEL HOOK!

Jimmy Yates: Devastation’s going to shred KK’s knee if he’s locked in there for long!

Bryan Harris: KK needs to tap out or the inside of that knee is going to look like a fruit cocktail!

Alan Ducard: Devastation viciously torquing the leg and KK is obviously in excruciating pain, and he’s reaching back, stretching for the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: KK is trying to push himself and pull Devastation just enough to grab that bottom rope, and he just might have a prayer as he managed to get closer to the ropes, using that speed, before Devastation could wrench on this devastating submission hold.

Bryan Harris: He has no hope now gentlemen … none at all … look, even Dunk looks nervous out there. He’s trying to get this crowd riled up, but the look on that face says it all.

The Kansas City crowd begins to rise out with the “Kum-quat-Kid” chant once more and Ryan painfully reaches out as far as he can to the bottom rope, and much to the crowd (and Dunk’s) delight KK’s hand wraps around the bottom rope, and the official calls for the break!

Alan Ducard: KK is free, but the damage looks to have been done gentlemen. KK is standing up only using that rope to keep himself vertical, and Devastation charges in and kicks the good leg out from under KK, and down the challenger goes once more.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation smells blood, and I just can’t blame him for going after the weakened body part, even if that last blow looked particularly vicious.

Bryan Harris: He’s trying to send a message that KK underestimated him, and he’s also trying to send a message that his reign as ToV Champion is legit – that he didn’t need Cronos helping him overcome The Entourage.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think anyone actually questions Devastation’s abilities or performance other than you and the exceptional few who buy into The Entourage rhetoric – but if there is a drive to perform at an even higher level for Devastation he’s going to latch on to it to push himself, and we’re seeing that tonight.

Alan Ducard: Devastation with a series of kicks in the corner, and now a big chop, a hook of the arms, and there’s a double underhook suplex out of the corner towards the center of the ring. Devastation pulls KK up roughly, and delivers a big wheelbarrow suplex! Devastation is unleashing on KK now!

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure how much KK has left in the tank now guys. He’s getting up now, but very slowly, and Devastation seems to be rolling. He’s so relentless, KK hasn’t even been able to get a kumquat from Dunk!

Alan Ducard: KK to his feet and there’s the Irish whip from Devastation to the buckles, and KK hits hard. Devastation charging in and KK bails! Devastation hits and staggers out stunned! KK off the ropes and there’s a facecrusher! He’s slowed down, he’s hobbled, but he’s fighting back! KK with a knee drop on the back of the head, and a follow up leg drop! Devastation is pushing up to his feet, and KK off the ropes, and TORNADO DDT! KK SPIKED HIM DEAD CENTER OF THE RING!

Bryan Harris: Son of a gun he’s going to the top rope!

Jimmy Yates: He’s going but it’s not the usual “leaping” we’ve seen from him. The abuse his legs have taken really have slowed him down in this one.

Alan Ducard: Devastation isn’t moving, and KK is at the top rope as this crowd is rising up for the move they are hoping and praying to see … the FIVE ALIVE FROG SPLASH … KK leaps … NO! DEVASTATION BRINGS THE KNEES UP!

Jimmy Yates: KK got amazing air on that even with his hurt legs, but they slowed him down enough that Devastation was able to get up his knees and bury them into KK’s midsection!

Bryan Harris: Look at KK gasping … I’m not sure he can breathe right after that impact.

Alan Ducard: Devastation off the ropes and there’s a BRUTAL STO take down that flattens KK! Devastation is up and he’s signaling for it … KK goes up and … DECAPITATOR!

Bryan Harris: It’s over …

Alan Ducard: ONE

TWO

THREE.

The bell rings and Devastation’s arm is raised in victory as Josephina announces the result.

John Thomas: Yeah, great match, guys. I was really feeling that inter-personal dynamic you two were creating. All the respect, all the desire to leave that ring with the title while attempting to attain victory “the right way”…

Balling his right hand into a fist, John pounds on his chest a couple times and closes his eyes and then points towards the ring with both hands, Anastasia still holding the microphone in front of him.

John Thomas: You two are an inspiration. No, no, seriously, I’m not being sarcastic at all.

As a smirk forms on John’s face, the crowd’s booing intensifies.

John Thomas: Now Devastation, I know your big ego wants you to believe that I’m out here to talk about you, or even make a challenge for that Tao of Valor Championship… but I’m not. So I’m not going to blame you if you decide to walk on out of here and go backstage. I know there’s a flannel shirt with your name on it.

Devastation rolls his eyes, but John continues.

John Thomas: Ryan, man, I’m out here to talk directly to you. You – LEGACY’s new golden boy… it’s Citrus Wonderkind. Ever since you showed up, you’ve been gaining momentum through lucky wins, and this match here tonight? This just proves that you’re a fluke, which makes me a VICTIM of your incredible lucky streak.

Shaking his head, John gets increasingly annoyed.

John Thomas: I can’t believe that a guy who worships small fruit got a win over me. I mean, I don’t have a problem with people with… “alternate lifestyles”, but must you throw it in our face?! Come on… all the orange you wear? Embracing a “fruity” lifestyle? I think it’s obvious what I’m saying. Double K? You’re double…

John grins.

John Thomas: Double LAME.

In the ring, Kumquat moves over to the far corner, looking to the time keeper’s table for a microphone, but before he can get one, John pulls him back.

John Thomas: Hey, over here, kiddo!

Kumquat turns and looks back at John.

John Thomas: You and me? We got history to re-write, because that FLUKEY win isn’t staying on MY record without an asterisk that says “John Thomas won a rematch against Kumquat Kid on STRIFE 48”. That’s right, STRIFE 48. You and me. I’m not waiting for Eleventh Hour. I don’t need to beat you at a pay per view. I don’t need to show people that you crumble when the lights are bright, I just want them to see that STRIFE 45 was a complete sham!

The faithful Kumquatians boo Thomas, then turn to cheers as Ryan smiles and brings the mic to his lips.

Kumquat Kid: Why, John, I didn't know you felt that way, I mean, for all I knew, I thought you were just the guy who licensed English Muffins.

The fans laugh, as Thomas rolls his eyes at KK's humor.

Kumquat Kid: But seriously though, didn't you hear me long ago? I said that if you ever wanted a rematch against me, I would gladly do so, but you see Muffin man, I was doing that just to be nice, just to be a fine upstanding citizen here in LEGACY, but now, well now I'm doing it for a different reason. You say I'm double lame, which I'm sure you came up with after one of those late night sessions of kissing the collective butt cheeks of Gryffin and Loco, but I digress...tell me Johnny John John, if I'm double lame as you claim I am, and you've already lost to me, what does that make you? Lamer? More lame? I got it, you're a Triple Cheeseburger Of Lameness!

The fans have started a chant "You Are Lame" directed at Thomas, who is now fuming.

Kumquat Kid: So yeah, you got yourself a deal. Just remember John, come next Strife, when you fail to beat me again, and I get "lucky" as you say, you'll have no choice but to look in the mirror and realize you have no one to blame but yourself for why you're career is in the toilet. Oh and one last thing, I can spell out victory in just three words...

The crowd goes right along with KK.

Kumquat Kid: VIVA...LA...KUMQUAT!

As the fans begin cheering, "Look At Me, I'm a Winner" by The Aquabats starts up over the speakers, and John just shakes his head in disgust over the music, and then he and Anastasia Ewing head backstage.

Alan Ducard: So at STRIFE 47, it seems as though we're going to get a rematch between John Thomas and Kumquat Kid, and you have to wonder if the result is going to be different than what we saw at STRIFE 45.

Bryan Harris: Of course it will! John Thomas was obviously underestimating Kumquat Kid the first time around, and there's no chance - ZERO - nada - zippy chance that JT will fall into that trap again.

Bryan Harris: Here comes the FORMER World Champion, X-Calibur.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, we get it Bryan. He lost the title. You and Cirque Du Loco can stop being a bunch of smart asses now.

Alan Ducard: Did either of you two blokes happen to notice the fact that X-Calibur has a briefcase attached to his wrist?! What the bloody hell is THAT all about?!

Walking down the ramp with his head pointed to the ground but his eyes fixated on the wrestling ring, X-Calibur bears a grin on his face that causes everyone in the vicinity to wonder about his real intentions. Looking uncharacteristically “spiffed up”, X is adorned with a black business suit. The business suit looks rather careworn as the sleeves are torn-up, the knees and parts of the legs are riddled with holes, and a bright pink tie is stained in crimson. His dark brown hair flows loosely and wet to his shoulders and back, and as fans on his left outstretch their hands, X bumps fists with a couple of them despite his unusual demeanor. As the camera got in close behind X-Calibur, one couldn’t help but notice an old “Outlaw Pro” insignia on a cuff link hanging by a thread.

Bryan Harris: O...kay? Why is X wearing that... that “suit”? Has that thing ever been washed?!

Jimmy Yates: No idea, Bryan. Your guess is as good as everyone’s right now.

Alan Ducard: Indeed, James. I’m not really sure what to make of this lad at the moment.

Casually walking up the steel steps and through the ropes, X steps into the ring with the briefcase. Looking around at everyone cheering for his appearance, X-Calibur points and nods at various flattering (and some a little unflattering) signage. A few moments later, X-Calibur points over to Josephina Colbert and motions for her to bring him the microphone. She obliges and makes her way over to him amidst hoops and hollers and cat calls and whistles. Smiling at her admirers, Josephina hands the microphone off to X. As soon as he grabs it, the music dies down and he speaks.

X-Calibur: I’ve had a LOT on my mind these past few weeks... so it should come as no surprise to you all that I have a lot to say. But first, there’s a little something I need to get off my chest... and it is in regard to all of you screaming maniacs out there in the crowd and in the back.

He paused for a second, taking in every set of eyes attaching their line of vision directly on him.

X-Calibur: I know there are people out there who don’t like me. I know there are those who feel I’m an arrogant son of a bitch. And that’s fine. TOTALLY fine. You, the people who can’t stand the sight of me, can think what you want about me. Take Herbert J. Moxley for example. He has made it known, in so many words, on several different occasions that he believes I’m an asshole, a bully, and a piece of sh**, and that I deserved to lose my title to Loco Martinez. Even though I think he’s made an erroneous character summarization about me and being a tad judgmental, I have to give the man props because he’s not afraid to give it to me straight. So for all of the Herbert J. Moxley’s out there, I want to thank you. Thank you... for being as honest with me as I have been with you.

The fans listen intently. Every so often some jack ass in the nosebleeds hollers something random.

X-Calibur: On the flipside, I know that there are those out there who DO like me. There are those who feel I have just the right amount of confidence and humility to be a role model for generations to come. There are those out there who send me letters every week, thanking me for being honest and forthcoming with everything I say. Thanking me for giving them the best matches they’ve ever seen. Thanking me for entertaining them on every wrestling show I am apart of. I can’t tell you how many autograph signings I have attended, coast to coast, where someone’s face keeps appearing over and over again. That kind of unprecedented devotion makes me feel so... so ALIVE inside... that, for real, all the words in the world cannot truly do it justice. For these people, I want to say thanks... thanks for believing in me. Thanks for staying by my side. Thanks... thanks for giving me a reason to lace a pair of boots OTHER than proving myself as the best in the world.

The entire audience claps loudly and appreciatively. “Thank you, X! Thank you, X!” chants can be heard for a moment, before X-Calibur raises his hand with the microphone to settle them down.

X-Calibur: At LEGACY X, I had one of the best matches of my career. I faced Loco Martinez in a one on one match for my then world championship, and after nearly forty minutes, I defeated him in the middle of the ring... one, two, three.

Once again, the majority of the audience cheers this. A small portion of the crowd devoted entirely to Cirque Du Loco boo this heavily, but their jeering is cast upon the deafening roars of X-Calibur supporters. Imagine a couple of Dallas Cowboys fans at a Philadelphia Eagles game.

X-Calibur: In those three seconds, I completed a nine-year personal journey of mine in wrestling against one of the people I looked up to upon entering this business... but on the following show, that very man took those nine glorious years... and flushes them right down the toilet. Out of the good rapport we developed over our times in LEGACY, he manipulated me into defending my championship against him in what he made seem to be an innocent one-on-one rematch. Instead... well, you all know what happened. The world bear witnessed to a three on one mugging, and Loco destroyed my reign as champion.

The booing is intense, but X-Calibur fights through it by continuing on the microphone.

X-Calibur: But it didn’t stop there. No, no, no. Loco Martinez, THE Main Event Superstar, wasn’t satisfied enough with publically raping me of my title... so he decided to publically rape me of my dignity, as well. Circumventing the rules, he manipulated an iron clad clause he was rewarded into making me “fight” him for the title in a three on one farce, with John freakin’ Thomas as the referee to boot.

X shakes his head.

X-Calibur: I still haven’t physically recovered from that “match”, and mentally... well, to be completely honest with you... I don’t know if I ever will. It takes... it takes a special kind of someone to reach those kind of inhuman depths... it takes... it takes a really evil, sadistic, hateful, and soulless snake of a man to treat another human being like that. To... cheat a man of his livelihood like that. It takes... well...

Looking down at his worn-looking get up, in a sudden metamorphosis, X’s face went from somber looking to a Cheshire cat grin in no time flat.

X-Calibur: It takes a son of a bitch to KNOW a son of a bitch... and Loco? Motherf***er, you have NO IDEA... the sh** storm you just unleashed upon yourself!!

All of a sudden, X-Calibur rips off the tattered top of his business suit and throws it to the ground. Blood stains are embedded all over a once white office shirt. The “Anarchy One” logo forever stitched in black on the right breast pocket, and the tip of the tie frayed and charred in black. It was the physical representation of a type of violence that once swept a nation off its feet and had long since been dormant of any meaning.

X-Calibur: You’re looking at someone who once EXCELLED at being evil, sadistic, hateful, and soulless. You’re looking at someone who fought an ENTIRE black market corporation, literally, into the fires of hell and back again in a fledgling little hole in the wall territory you might know as OPW. You’re looking at someone who brought the world to its KNEES... to its f***ing KNEES with indecency and debauchery. You’re looking at someone, my dear little Loco... who knows what it takes to get “even” with someone of your breed. And you know what... BITCH?!

The audience is captivated, enamored even, with X-Calibur’s intensity and near-insanity driven fury.

X-Calibur: (Tapping the briefcase) I’m not afraid to go there once again. Because you see, if I can’t get to you myself... if I can’t get you in a one on one setting and tear you apart limb for limb like I want to, I might as well make your life a waking nightmare. I have in here... money. Money that I unearthed from a trust fund I started YEARS ago when I entered the wrestling business. And, a good chunk of money, as well. I have in here...

X-Calibur raises his briefcase in the air.

X-Calibur: TWO-HUNDRED and FIFTY THOUSAND reasons for you to wish you never crossed me, Loco. You hear me, you son of a bitch?! TWO-HUNDRED and FIFTY THOUSAND dollars to the man that... TAKES. YOU. OUT.

The audience roars with an “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOH”, as they finally put two and two together.

Bryan Harris: He CAN’T... he CAN’T do this....!!!!

Jimmy Yates: Uh, Bryan... I think he just did.

Alan Ducard: Blimey!!! He’s ruddy mad!!

Carefully opening it up, he walks over to the nearest camera perched on the side ring apron and shows the green contents to the camera, which are then broadcast to the arena on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision.

X-Calibur: It’s no secret that the economy’s in shambles right now... and since the government is a little slow when it comes to stimulus packages? Well, I’m going to hand one out of my own. So to the person who beats Loco Martinez within an inch of his life... to the person who BREAKS Loco’s mind, body, and spirit... to the person who gives Loco what he has so rightfully earned... I give you what is inside of this briefcase.

He stops himself from continuing by snapping his fingers. Almost as if he remembered something, he laughs absentmindedly.

X-Calibur: Wow... I ALMOST forgot. Just in case this doesn’t sound like good enough a reason to take our YOUR LEGACY World Champion.... (wink)... I have FIVE more reasons to convince you otherwise.

Bryan Harris: NO!!!!

Jimmy Yates: OMIGOD...

All of a sudden, an armed officer in civilian blues walks out through the curtains with a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. His hand is clutched onto his side-arm as the audience is taken aback by this bombshell, and as soon as the armed officer reaches the end of the ramp way, ANOTHER one appears from behind the curtain, also holding a briefcase. This goes on until five armed officers surround the ring with briefcases. Each of them open their briefcase to reveal the contents inside, and the audience completely loses their sanity with “HOL-EE SH**!” and “MON-EE! MON-EE!” chants. Almost inaudible through the noise of the crowd, X-Calibur purses his lips, narrows his eyes, and looks directly into the camera.

X-Calibur: ...happy hunting.

Jimmy Yates: I cannot BELIEVE this!! Five briefcases? And if what he’s indicating is true... each of them have 250K inside?! Really?!

Bryan Harris: If I may dust off my trusty abacus here that brings this freakin’ bounty to a total of... 1.5 MILLION dollars!!!

Alan Ducard: What a bombshell this is. Loco Martinez HAS to be watching... and one has to wonder what is going through his mind right now!!

“Harvester of Sorrow” begins playing again, and almost as if on cue, each armed officer, and lastly X-Calibur, close their briefcases shut and lock them accordingly. Each armed officer walks back down the ramp-way, and as X-Calibur holds the briefcase up in the air the cameras fade to a commercial break.

Standing off to the side across the room is Matthew Dawson. Matthew is clad in his ring garb, about ready to walk down the aisle for the main event tonight. Devastation smirks recognizing him and then begins to make his way across the room towards him. As he approaches The Highlight of the Night, Matthew notices him and walks the rest of the way to him. The two stare each other down for a moment, Dawson meeting Devastation’s intensity with his usual arrogance.

Devastation: You know I always knew you were a self-absorbed little prick. I just didn’t know that you had in you what you did tonight. I never knew you were quite that despicable.

HOTN: It’s funny that…

Devastation: Don’t interrupt me Matt. Don’t you dare interrupt me when I’m talking to you.

HOTN: Or what? You’ll get Cronos to come bail you out again?

Devastation: That’s real funny Matt. First of all, you’re dreaming if you think that I’ve got to be bailed out against you. Nothing could be further from the truth. I don’t want Diamante out there any more than you do. If you think for just one second that I want Cronos out there then you’re out of your mind. He needs to stay in the back and mind his own business as far as I’m concerned. I don’t need any help from him or anybody else, especially against an idiot like you.

The tension is ratcheted up several notches at that and then men are almost nose to nose at this point. Several people standing around begin to slowly back away, sensing an impending confrontation between the two athletes. Devastation soon speaks again, ending the uneasy silence.

Devastation: Like I was saying Matt, It’s no secret that you’re this selfish egotistical parasite, but I never had you pegged for a coward. That’s about the worst thing you can be in my eyes. It takes a real pathetic individual to hit someone from behind like that. But not only that you hit a woman from behind. That’s beyond reprehensible Matt and I hope you’re really proud of yourself. You make me sick.

Dawson shakes his head.

HOTN: The feeling is mutual “champ”. Seeing you the “Baron of Boring” walking around with the Tao of Valor Championship when we BOTH know I had you beat is positively nauseating. Parading around with that gold when we both know I was in your head and I had you dead to rights is an indignity to that belt. You have the audacity get in my face about being honorable, when you knew Cronos got involved in our match and you still cherry-picked me with the Decapitator to steal that win? You know what “champ”? If you really were honorable, if you really weren’t a hypocrite, when you approached me just now, you would be literally begging for the chance to defend the ToV Title against me.

Dawson smirks at Devastation and crosses his arms. The two men stare each other down for a few seconds, the tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Finally, Devastation begins to smile and then ends the icy silence.

Devastation: You’ve got quite the version of events floating around in that little fantasy world you live in. But I guess whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night. We all know what really happened.

The smile leaves Devastation’s face at this point, as he gets more serious towards Matt. An altercation appears almost imminent as the two stare each other down some more. Matthew Dawson appears to be seething but before he can respond, Devastation continues.

Devastation: And believe me Matt I’m not going to beg you for anything. Lord knows you’ve done absolutely nothing to deserve another shot at my championship. I beat you once, no matter how you want to spin it, and you continue to come out here and come up with your stupid nicknames for me and act like a baby. You’re not championship material Matt and you’re not fit to lace my boots up let alone order me around like that.

Dawson sneers at Devastation, and but that sneer turns to a smile as an idea pops into his head.

HOTN: Oh, I see what it is now “champ”. You’re telling yourself that I’m not worthy, that I’m undeserving, because you’re a COWARD just like you accused me of being. You’re the biggest hypocrite in this company “Champ”. You talk about honor when you stole a victory from me. You talk about me being a coward when you obviously don’t have the guts to give me a rematch. You know what, go ahead – don’t give me that rematch and keep a loss to me off your record – but don’t expect me to keep quiet about it, because I will not hesitate to remind each and every one of the LEGACY fans exactly why their king had been denied his crown.

Both men seem ready to explode at this point. They are nose to nose and almost imperceptibly pushing each other back just slightly. When it looks as though the lobby of the arena is going to be the scene of a huge fight, Devastation backs away just a little bit and then starts to speak.

Devastation: You’d like that wouldn’t you? You’d like to be able to play the victim game and tell everyone that I’m a coward and that I’m too scared to fight you. You would like to act all high and mighty proclaiming to everyone that will listen how frightened I am of having that supposed inevitable loss on my record. Well you’re not going to get that satisfaction Matt.

He pauses very quickly as he eyes Matthew Dawson, the anger ready to boil over within him but yet at the same time under control.

Devastation: I want another match with you, Matt, just as much as you want another match with me. I wasn’t satisfied with how our last match ended. I don’t want any help from anybody against you and I sure don’t need any interference to beat you Matt. I don’t want you to have any excuses this time when you’re flat on your back looking up at those bright lights. You don’t deserve this match but I want it. I’m not doing this for you but for myself. And when it’s all over, you’ll have no one left to blame but yourself for another failure.

The Highlight of the Night smiles, realizing his rematch is now delivered.

HOTN: Failure? “Champ” when you’re elite there is no such this as failure, just a delay in the inevitable. However, as much fun as it has been getting you to give me that rematch, I have a main event to go save. Ciao, “Champ”.

With that, Dawson takes his leave and heads towards the gorilla position to make his entrance.

John Thomas: You okay, Jay?

Loco stands there silently. He looks at the monitor and sees X-Calibur walking to the back.

John Thomas: Sooo... What did the Former Champ have to say?

Loco shakes his head, dumbfounded.

Loco Martinez: He just... heh... he just put a hit out on me. I mean, for the lack of a better term.

A few production people stroll behind. They point at Loco and laugh. He snaps around furiously.

Loco Martinez: We're outta here!

John nods, as the two storm off. They walk through and we notice more and more people looking, whispering, pointing, and seemingly stalking Loco with their eyes.

Loco Martinez: What?! Haven't you seen YOUR CHAMPION... WALK, BEFORE?!?!? GOD!

Andrew Kelley walks up mic in hand.

Andrew Kelley: Loco! Loco! We just wanted to get your thoughts on what X-Calibur had to say?

Loco scoffs, suddenly filled with false bravado.

Loco Martinez: What... did the FORMER World Champion actually say something? He managed to crawl out from his title-less rock?

Andrew Kelley: Yeah... he just said... You were just standing at a monitor, I assumed you watched-

Loco Martinez: Listen. Me... J-Tizzle... We gotta bounce. We left our car double parked, and I'll be damned if I get another parking ticket. So, yeah. Go try to get some scoop, somewhere else.

Loco just turns and storms off. John Thomas stands there stunned for a few seconds before hurrying off behind Loco.

Alan Ducard: Cronos Diamante, Justin Moreno, and Matthew Dawson. They each have distinct personalities, and they each have goals they’re trying to attain coming up at Eleventh Hour, and in this match, the winner gets to pick the stipulation for his pay per view match.

Bryan Harris: Can you imagine what kind of an idiotic match Cronos Diamante is going to pick if he wins?! We don’t need to see a Labrys-On-A-Pole match, guys. This is such a bad idea from the front office…

Jimmy Yates: You know what I’m imagining? I’m thinking about how great it would be if Justin Moreno were to win and get to pick a stipulation for a match with Derek Shane – because you KNOW that’s the rematch Justin Moreno is going to be clamoring for – just like all of us want to see it!

Alan Ducard: After the way things ended between them at LEGACY X, plenty of people are hoping to see a match between Justin Moreno and Derek Shane on Eleventh Hour.

Bryan Harris: What I’m fairly certain we’re about to see is Matthew Dawson win this match and get his choice of a match stipulation to adequately display his strengths on a big stage at the pay per view.

Jimmy Yates: All three of these guys have talent, meaning it should be a great match. Let’s get to the footage and see what goes down.

Alan Ducard: Oh my!!

Jimmy Yates: Really?! BOTH of them at once?!

Bryan Harris: Not a chance...

Klinton Porter makes it to the count of two before both competitors manage to kick out. Cronos wastes little time however and brings Dawson into a seated position. Dropping his right shin down across Moreno’s throat, Cronos reaches behind Dawson with his hands and applies a rear chin-lock with his hands, digging into Dawson’s back with his left knee.

Jimmy Yates: Man, Cronos is doing a great job at keeping both of his opponents at bay here.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, he has been for the whole match. Where’ve you been?

The referee admonishes Cronos for the shin across Moreno’s throat but Cronos ignores him and tries to tear apart the ligaments in Dawson’s neck with the rear chin-lock. Porter counts to four, but Cronos lifts his shin from Moreno. He hovers his shin over the man for a few seconds before reapplying it harshly. Moreno’s legs kick and flail in desperation for air as Cronos maintains his dominant position over both individuals.

Porter finally forces Cronos to his feet, reminding the man that this isn’t a No Limits match. Moreno rolls to his knees, holding his throat with both of his hands. Dawson has risen to his feet, holding the back of his neck with a wide, pain induced grimace. Cronos throws his hands up claiming innocence and immediately goes back on the attack with Dawson. Before Cronos reaches him, Dawson shoots a kick to the mid-section, which doubles over the former No Limits Champion.

Dawson nails a few shots to the head, straightening Cronos upright once again. Leaning back into the ropes, Dawson lunges forward with a modified Thesz press, but Cronos catches him in mid-air and slams him down with a thunderous half belly-to-belly, half sambo suplex. Cronos hooks a leg and Porter drops down to administer the count.

One!!

That’s all he manages to get before Moreno smashes Cronos right across the back with his fists forming an axe-handle. Cronos naturally stiffens up in pain and Moreno quickly uses this to his advantage. Running into the opposite ropes, Cronos composes himself from the shot but does so a second too late. Flying across the ring like a rocket ship, Moreno extends both of his feet outwards and connects with a basement style front-dropkick to the jaw of Cronos Diamante, sending the man rolling out of the ring in a heap.

Alan Ducard: Moreno going the full monty here!! And he could win it!!

Bryan Harris: Cronos jus- wait, what? Full monty?!

Alan Ducard: Yes. I’m sorry, as you Americans would say, Moreno just went “balls to the wall”!

The crowd “OOOOOOHS” on impact, and Moreno quickly seizes the momentum swing and propels himself up to his feet. Looking down at Dawson, Moreno makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and begins his ascension.

Jimmy Yates: This could be a dangerous move for Moreno here. Or for that matter, either Cronos or Dawson.

Moreno carefully positions himself up on the top rope and as he looks down at Dawson, he catches a glimpse at Cronos rising to his feet out of the corner of his eye. Making a split-second audible in his head, Moreno backflips off the top rope into a shooting star... and lands OUTSIDE on top of the standing Cronos!!

Alan Ducard: What a MOVE!!

Jimmy Yates: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!

Alan Ducard: Now THAT’S going the full monty!!!

Bryan Harris: Stop.

As the fans chant “LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE!” at Justin Moreno’s breathtaking leap of faith, Dawson has taken this precious time to gather his bearings and stand on his feet. Looking out at Moreno and Cronos lying in a heap on the outside, Dawson grins and raises his hands high in the air like he’s won the match. When the crowd boos, Dawson looks out at them incredulously and scoffs with a rather rude forearm jerk expression, eliciting further booing and jeering.

Stepping between the ropes to the outside apron, Dawson sees Moreno stirring, trying to get to his feet. As soon as he does, Dawson drops down with a surgically precise elbow to the back of the neck, dropping Moreno down hard against the outside protective mat. Sensing Cronos might stir any second, he instinctively throws a few stiff kicks to the ribs to keep him down. Focusing back on Moreno, he brings him to his feet forcefully and then delivers a disrespectful slap right across the face. Moreno stumbles back towards the railing and Dawson follows this up with a pie-face that sends him shoulders and back down onto railing.

Alan Ducard: Man, as talented as this newcomer may be, he has zero respect for his fellow man.

Jimmy Yates: Agreed, Alan. Total punk, this guy.

Bryan Harris: Whoa, whoa, whoa you two. Dawson’s just showing the Surf City SCAB who’s boss, is all.

Reaching in, Dawson rakes Moreno’s eyes with both of his thumbs, temporarily blinding the man and sending him swinging aimlessly five yards away from where his intended target is standing. Grabbing Moreno with a fistful of hair, Dawson rolls him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Looking back at a few of the fans in the first row, Dawson mouths “blow me, d*ckhead” to a kid who was shouting “Dawson sucks”. The tape delay caught it however and bleeped it out appropriately.

Jimmy Yates: That wonky git!!

Following in after him, Dawson rolls in and immediately brings Moreno to his feet. Nailing an inverted DDT, Dawson transitions smoothly into a furious DDT. Dawson hooks a leg and makes a cover and Porter is right there to make the count.

One!!

Two!!

NO!! Moreno shoulders out just in time!!

Dawson looks agitated by this and immediately gets into the referee’s face about it. Porter is adamant about his call though and warns Dawson to back off or suffer the consequences. After much debating, Dawson finally backs down and focuses back on Moreno. Bringing Moreno up off of the mat, Dawson is about to position him up for a suplex when Moreno drops down and rolls him up with an inside cradle.

One!!

Two!!

THR- NO!! Dawson kicks out!!

Looking livid, Dawson rises to his feet once again and gets in Porter’s face. As soon as he does this, Moreno climbs through the window of opportunity and belts Dawson on the inside of his hindquarters with a stiff inside leg kick. Dawson cries out in pain and turns around with a sudden limp, heavily favoring the spot Moreno just kicked. Moreno retreats into the ropes to gain some speed, and on the rebound he’s about to fly with a crossbody when Dawson cuts him off and HEAVES him with a devastating exploder suplex. Moreno slams to the mat with great force and Dawson covers him with a lazy lateral cover...
One!!

Two!!

Jimmy Yates: KATAHAJIME!!

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL!!

Bryan Harris: CRONOS OUT OF NOWHERE!!

The fans roar with Cronos’ unexpected re-emergence into the match as he seizes Dawson from the pinning position with a deadly katahajime. Dawson SQUIRMS frantically, trying desperately to escape it, but the wily veteran Diamante is too big and ring worn for him to find his way out. All of a sudden, Cronos starts squealing like Leatherface from the cult classic Texas Chainsaw Massacre as he forces Dawson nose first into the mat with the submission still applied, making the transition beautifully into a modified version of the Ne-Han clutch submission.

Jimmy Yates: This is it!! Dawson has NOWHERE to go!!

Cronos continues squealing, pulling so far back on Dawson’s spine that you can almost hear the discs snapping like eggs on the counter’s corner. Dawson’s eyes widen with horror as this man stretches him past his limits. Just as he begins waving his hand, on the brink of tapping out, Justin Moreno is back up on the mat. Instinctively, essentially saving himself from losing the match, Moreno runs into the ropes, and on the rebound he flies forward with a springboard bulldog, driving Cronos’ face into the mat with unforgiving force.

Alan Ducard: That was a WICKED bulldog!!

Moreno grabs Cronos by the back of his head and goes to lift him to his feet. Cronos swats him away like a fly, and Moreno backs up enough to measure him up. Running inwards, Moreno somersaults forward and wraps his legs around Cronos’ head, twists, and sends Cronos neck first into the middle rope with a flying headscissors. Cronos remains on the second rope, stunned by the whirly-bird-like take down he was just victim to, and Moreno goes to run back into the ropes when Dawson cuts him off with a hard standing clothesline.

Bryan Harris: Just like that, Mr. 1999 turns things back around.

Jimmy Yates: Mr. 1999?

Bryan Harris: Yeah. He’s like the biggest party of the millennium... he goes all night long!

Taking a moment to collect himself, Dawson signals out to the crowd for his finishing move. Scooping Moreno up in a fall-away slam position, Dawson walks towards the corner and with his back facing the ring carefully climbs to the second turnbuckle.

Bryan Harris: Here it comes! Ultimate Highlight!!

Looking out at the audience, Dawson prepares to make the moonsault when Cronos forces himself up from the second rope and makes himself apart of the equation. Standing directly in back of them, he smashes a forearm onto Dawson’s spine, causing the Highlight of the Night to wince. He continues holding Moreno nonetheless, showing an unwillingness to let go. Cronos uses this against him though and slips himself in front of Dawson on the turnbuckles in position for a powerbomb.

Jimmy Yates: No freaking WAY!!!!

Lifting up with GREAT strength, Cronos pulls Dawson off of the turnbuckle who has Moreno in his arms for a fall-away slam. The crowd becomes UNGLUED at this feat of strength by Cronos, and about halfway through the ring, Cronos drops to the mat with a sit down powerbomb. Seconds before Cronos can maintain a grasp on Dawson’s legs, Porter is already down on the mat making the count as Moreno had the wherewithal to hold on for the ride.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Alan Ducard: BLIMEY!! ITS OVER!!

Jimmy Yates: WOW!! MORENO GOT HIM!!

Bryan Harris: Damn... how did that kid do that? I mean, he practically STOLE it!!

Jimmy Yates: Talk about splitting hairs... man. Tough break for Cronos Diamante tonight. Hard fought victory for Moreno, though.

Bryan Harris: Bah. Kid got lucky, is all. He couldn’t beat Dawson one on one on Dawson’s worst day.

The lights in the arena flicker, and then suddenly Derek Shane descends from the rafters slowly on a repelling cord, wearing all black – jeans, dress shirt, jean jacket trench coat. As the camera zooms in, we see that his eyes are black, with red irises – the outline of contact lenses barely visible. The scar on his forehead is reddish, as if he has been rubbing it and picking at the scab. His face looking trance-like, Derek Shane stands right behind Justin Moreno.

When J-Mo turns around, Derek Shane headbutts him in the bridge of the nose, grabs him by the back of the head and smashes it into his knee. As Cronos notices what’s going on, he tries to get back into the ring, but Derek Shane throws a lifeless Justin Moreno over his shoulder, gives a slight tug on the rapelling rope and the duo ascends back to the rafters, leaving Cronos Diamante in an otherwise empty ring. Matthew Dawson looks on from outside the ring, not completely sure what he just saw.