Alan Ducard: Marcus Marion is scheduled to be a part of our main even tonight, but it appears that he and Nicole Rhodes have decided to pay us an extra and early visit tonight, much to the chagrin of the crowd here in St. Louis.

Jimmy Yates: The more things change, the more they stay the same. This crowd's reaction is incredibly hateful – even Loco has a few "Cirque De Mofo" fans. Marcus Marion has none.

Bryan Harris: Close Jimbo, but wrong again. He has ONE fan here tonight, and that's yours truly, but what can I say, I'm a head of the curve when it comes to recognizing greatness. Marcus Marion and Nicole Rhodes are truly the king and queen of this industry.

The "queen" opens the ropes for the "king" and Marion enters the ring with a spin, and he grips a mic pressing it to his smirking lips as Nicole slips into the ring behind him.

MARCUS MARION: This between us, whatever it is, it isn't a "feud" as some like to call it. There's nothing YOU have that I want. While the day will never EVER come that you'll name me Godfather to your first born, I don't hate you Blade. No, I just kind of feel sorry for you. The business does this to your KIND every generation. They make them appear better than what they really are. Their importance, as it were, is grossly overstated. They take a kid off the street, dust him off, and give him a dental plan.

Nicole's smirk matches Marion's, and she nods in agreement with Marion's words, with a special emphasis on "grossly overstated".

MARCUS MARION: Why? So he can smile PROPERLY and assume the role of the spitting image of SUCCESS. When I said that I'm gonna make you say those two GORGEOUS words at Eleventh Hour, I wasn't kidding. While my addictions are both public and legendary within this company, LEGACY is gonna find out a few of YOURS!

At that moment, the fans unleash on Marion and the jeers reach a whole new level. If this capacity crowd could physically boo Marcus and Nicole out of the ring, they really would.

MARCUS MARION: They are going to find out just how much Morphine REALLY means to ya! I'm going to make certain that every inch of your body aches not just for days or weeks, but for as LONG as you walk the earth.

I'm not vindictive.

I'm just imaginative.

I'm going to bleed you dry and tell you this...

VOICE: Hmm, how about you just tell HIM that for all your talk and hype, you were a virgin until you were twenty-two years old.

With that, Marion spins around, confusion etched across his countenance. He looks out to the steel rampway, almost falling over. He looks like he's seen a ghost. Watching as Susan Rhodes appears.

Bryan Harris: What is that cranky skank doing out here?

Jimmy Yates: That is Susan Rhodes, and I'd say she has quite the bone to pick with Marcus Marion.

Bryan Harris: She's just bitter because Marion dropped her like a bad habit.

Alan Ducard: Somehow I don't think that's quite it Bryan.

Susan smiles vindictively as she continues to speak.

SUSAN RHODES: Thought that'd get your attention. It's been two years, Marcus. For two LONG and FRUSTRATING years I've been sitting on the sidelines. While you gained the rep of being one of the most manipulative bastards in wrestling history, my appearance here, minute man, should tell you THIS...

You don't control a DAMN thing.

The fans pop for the former blonde, now a fiery red hair, which seems to fit Susan's personality, and is for the record her normal shade. Susan walks towards the ring, taking off her flats, seemingly itching for a fight.

MARCUS MARION: Susan, I forgive you. Now come over here and SHUT UP! Give me that mic before you hurt yourself.

The anger building in Susan is obvious as she comes closer and closer to the ring – Marion's mocking wouldn't stop her.

SUSAN RHODES: No, I won't be censored you little prick! This isn't a one show deal, I'm back for the LONG haul. I'm going to have my REVENGE.

The crowd pops with approval for her. Shamefully, Nicole tries to hide to the side of Marion, not to be noticed by Susan and come under her wrath.

SUSAN RHODES: Three years ago, you let me take a Killshot.

Alan Ducard: We saw that in the hype video last week. The force of that Killshot sent Susan over a hood of a car and smashing through a windshield.

Jimmy Yates: Marion didn't just let her take the Killshot, he pushed her into the line of fire.

Bryan Harris: It was just her turn to take one for the team.

SUSAN RHODES: You didn't even visit me while I was in the hospital. Actually the only one to visit me in the hospital was the guy who put me there, The Outlaw, himself.

The crowd gives a huge pop at the mention of The Outlaw, and Susan arrives at ringside.

SUSAN RHODES: Then, you kicked me to the curb, for what, my plastic little cousin?

Nicole's hiding did her no good as Susan GLARES into the ring.

SUSAN RHODES: You have no idea how many pillows I cried myself to sleep on at night. Moreover, you have no idea of the therapy it took to get the question of: What's she got that I don't? outta my head.

Susan enters the ring, standing face to face with Marion, barely an inch between them, her rage reaching a whole new level. Susan glances down at the slash marks on his wrist, but she seems unfazed as the tension continues to mount.

SUSAN RHODES: You really are the MOST arrogant man that ever lived. I used to think it was a cute little slogan. I'm convinced by your "handy" work, you really believe this world revolves around...YOU! What happened, Marion, lose all your money in the stock market? You were THE top man in this industry, two World titles, coverage on a scale seen by few, and that WASN'T enough? I guess you needed the therapy more than I did. Nicole, call me psychic, but I have a STRONG feeling an anvil is going to drop on your head.

The crowd cheers at the thought of Marion's demise, however, the cheer grows even louder as the prospective becomes immediately tangible. From out of the crowd he came dressed looking for a fight, slipping into the ring quietly behind his target, stalking it like the tiger before the kill.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw has Marion in his sights!

Jimmy Yates: Killshot time!

Bryan Harris: NO! Marion turn around!

Susan smiles at the cheers, and suddenly, Marion realizes something is wrong, and he turns quickly and into the path of the charging beast. However, fortunately for the prey, he instinctively leaps out of the way, hitting the canvas as The Outlaw lowers his shoulder.

There was no way for him to stop – even if he had so desired.

290 pounds of rage and muscle meet 123 pounds of blonde beauty, immediately stopping her screams in her throat.

The impact sends Nicole up into the air a bit away from The Outlaw, juggling her into the air such that as he descends from the strike, he hits her a second time and drives her violently into the canvas with his shoulder using his full weight to do so. Only the two of them could hear the wet snap, as the entire LEGACY crowd gasps at the force of the impact.

Alan Ducard: OH … MY … GOD.

Jimmy Yates: She's not moving … he destroyed her with that Killshot and she's not moving.

Bryan Harris: Someone get some help out here! We need medical attention immediately!

Marion doesn't bother looking back at the carnage, and he exits the ring with a smile on his face, having once again eluding The Outlaw's wrath.

Jimmy Yates: What is Marion doing? He's just … leaving? Susan was right, he doesn't give a damn about anyone but himself!

Bryan Harris: You think he's going to get back in there with a mad man who would hurt an innocent woman? Look at Blade now – there is no remorse in him at all.

Jimmy Yates: Perhaps The Outlaw isn't so remorseful as he was with Susan because Nicole physically inserted herself multiple times in the match that saw Marion screw Blade out of the World Title. I'd imagine "innocent" and "restraint" have gone out the window.

The Outlaw pulls himself off of Nicole, and he looks down at his handiwork with a sneer, before looking up to Marion with a look of pure rage. The EMT's hit the ring with a stretcher, as Nicole is still not moving, and strangely enough, the St. Louis fans are cheering as they begin loading Nicole on to the stretcher.

Bryan Harris: Listen to these fans cheering what just happened! It's disgusting!

Jimmy Yates: Had Marion had some guts, he'd have taken that shot, not Nicole, and these fans obviously felt Nicole had previously crossed the line and had this coming to her.

Bryan Harris: And look at Susan! She's … smiling!

Alan Ducard: I would assume in this case after what Susan went through, she feels as if Nicole deserved this as well.

The EMT's begin taking Nicole from the ring as Susan stands over her with a bit of a smirk and waves "buh-bye" to her, and then she looks across the ring at The Outlaw who meets her gaze for only a moment, before focusing on Marion who had only turned back for a moment at the top of the rampway to flip off Blade, before making his exit.

The albino wears a charcoal gray three piece suit, complete with a thin black tie and a pair of alligator skin boots. His long white hair is swept back from his forehead and tied off into a businesslike ponytail, and the cold green of his eyes are hidden by a pair of dark reflective sunglasses.

As he rounds a corner, the corrugated steel door of his boiler room comes into view. Issac’s brow creases with a mixture of frustration and curiosity, seeing even from a distance that something has been taped to the door. Issac stalks forward, the “item” becoming clearer with every step. Very few people knew he’d staked out this little piece of the arena for himself, but he could think of one person that might be interested in his whereabouts…

It’s a playing card, the Ace of Diamonds to be specific. Entragian smirks, his pale hand going up to rip the card down from his door. He examines it for a moment, then brings it up to his lips and sinks his teeth into it, ripping it apart and spitting the pieces right back out onto the floor. He scoffs, cracking his neck to the side arrogantly, before planting his palm against the door and pushing it open while he steps inside.

An unexpected rain of playing cards showers Issac, dropping down from a bucket that was suspended above the door. Literally hundreds of cards, every single one an Ace of Diamonds. A few have caught in Issac’s hair, causing him to violently shake his head back and forth to allow them to drop off and onto the floor. Entragian throws his glance upwards, and then right back down to the floor, where the pile of cards has come to rest.

The camera remains focused on Issac’s back for a moment, an over the shoulder view. He’s breathing hard, his chest rumbling. Very slowly, he bends down and picks up one of the cards, staring at the Diamond insignia. As the camera rotates, Issac’s face finally comes into view. The great white demon is SEETHING, his sharpened teeth clamped so tightly together that he’s started to grit them.

He drops the card, allowing it to float back down to the floor where it joins its brothers. The albino then HAMMERS a fist against the steel door, that slow burning rage haven taken him into her fiery bosom.

Jimmy Yates: To say that Ethan Leers loves the pain… that’s an understatement. And to try to rationalize anything Fallen Angel might do based on your own personal experience – just as futile. They’re both very dark individuals in their own ways, and they each have their own subset of fans.

Alan Ducard: Fans of the No Limits division, regardless of their views on Leers or Fallen Angel, are surely in store for a treat with this opening match. It’s certainly not going to be similar to any of the fast-paced matches LEGACY typically uses to begin shows, but it’s bound to be exciting, as both of these guys is going to battle as hard as they can to try to pick up a victory.

Bryan Harris: Well Ethan Leers looked damn good in his match against Diamond Del Carver, and in the Show Me Showcase… and we haven’t seen as much from Fallen Angel around these parts, but he’s a tough guy too… This is what I like, two bad-asses looking to show just how well they can do in LEGACY’s No Limits Division.

Jimmy Yates: For anyone watching LEGACY for the first time, I should probably warn you that this match is going to get violent, but this isn’t standard fare for what you can expect to see when you tune into STRIFE… it’s just one of the four main title divisions we’ve got here in LEGACY – and bar far the most brutal.

Alan Ducard: Let’s get to the footage and see if either of these blokes survived.

Jimmy Yates: Kelser has him by the neck!!

Bryan Harris: That can’t be a good thing!!

Fallen Angel lifts up Ethan by his neck and TOSSES HIM into a turn buckle. Leers bounces off the turnbuckle and barely lands on his feet – he stumbles forward and Fallen Angel WHIPS HIM INTO A TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!! Leers hit the ground and suddenly scrambles to his feet before Fallen Angel can capitalize. Still holding his back in pain, Ethan runs to the far ropes, bounces, and charges back at Fallen Angel – Low placed drop kick to the left knee! Fallen Angel counters with a right fist catching Ethan in the jaw as he gets up from the drop kick. Kelser goes for a left but the blow misses as Leers deftly turns aside. Ethan stomps hard onto the side of Nathan’s left knee and follows up with another low placed drop kick bringing Fallen Angel down to one knee.

Alan Ducard: Nice combination of speed and brutal kicks by Ethan Leers.

Bryan Harris: I am surprised a sheep like you would even notice!

Ethan suddenly grabs Kelser by the hair and DRIVES A KNEE INTO HIS FACE!! Fallen Angel reels but does not fall. Ethan grabs him by the head again and ANOTHER KNEE TO THE FACE! AND ANOTHER! ETHEN SUDDENLY GRABS FALLEN ANGEL BY THE HEAD AND PRESSES HIS FACE INTO HIS CROTCH!!

Jimmy Yates: What the heck is he doing!?

Bryan Harris: Looks like a good ole skull humping to me.

Alan Ducard: … And this is something you’re familiar with?

Ethan Follows up with a NASTY jumping knee to the head that takes Fallen Angel down. Leers then LEAPS and lands a flying knee to the sternum! He goes for the pin and Travis Rollins is there for the count!

One…

T- Kickout!

And Fallen Angel Has Ethan by the throat after that kickout!! The Crowd is cheering again as they see Leers struggling to get free!!

Jimmy Yates: He should NOT have ticked off Nathan Kelser. Stupid mistake!

Fallen Angel climbs to his feet, using Leer’s neck as leverage. Nathan with a look of great fury peers down at Leers as his eyes are bulging out of his head from early stages of suffocation. Fallen Angel throws over a free arm over his shoulder, He hoists up Leers – CHOKESLAM!! Keeping his right hand grasped around Ethan’s neck he lifts him up again – by his neck!! Again, Nathan throws over a (now limper) shoulder – Hoists Leers up getting ready for ANOHER CHOKE SLAM – Ethan throw some fists into Fallen Angel’s face as he’s held in the air by his neck – But Nathan just takes it!! Fallen Angel drives Ethan Down and kneels forward while doings so – CHOKE SLAM INTO A BACKBREAKER!!!!

Jimmy Yates: That was just … sick!!

Keeping a hand around Ethan’s neck, Kelser goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

Leers gets a shoulder up!!

Jimmy Yates: How is he even breathing?

Bryan Harris: You need to have a little more faith in the cult leader!

Fallen Angel finally releases his hold on Ethan’s neck and stands up… Leers is flopping around like a fish out of water, trying to find his breath. Forcing himself to go beyond his physical limits he manages to stand up only to get a palm thrust to his throat from Fallen Angel!! Leers stumbles back after the impact and ducks under the mid rope and jumps himself out of the ring. He spits in attempt to get more air.

Ethan Leers: *gasping for air* You <beep>ing <beep>!

Jimmy Yates: Not exactly the words of a great leader.

Bryan Harris: Can it, Jimbo!

Ethan grabs a steel chair. He quickly snaps its shut then dives into the ring. Fallen angel is there to meet him with some vicious boots to the face. Ethan finds himself unable to stand, he rolls sideways, keeping a hold on the folded chair by the leg and manages to stand. Leers leaps up as if for an axe handle smash – CHAIR SHOT TO THE FACE!! *SMACK* Nathan takes a step back, but then comes forwards and Leers swings wide CLOBBERS HIM WITH ANOTHER CHAIR SHOT!! *SMACK*

Jimmy Yates: He just won’t go down!!

Fallen Angel now teetering and Ethan takes a step back before leaping – A THIRD CHAR SHOT AND ANGEL FINALLY GOES DOWN!!

Bryan Harris: Third time’s a charm!!

Moving quickly to capitalize Ethan runs to the nearby turnbuckle, he jumps and springboards off the middle rope – then a mid air twist and he holds the chair under his outstretched legs!! *CRASH!* STEELS CHAIR CRASHES INTO THE BACK OF FALLEN ANGELS HEAD – GUILLOTINE LEG DROP STYLE!! Ethan shouts out in a pain of his own and grabs at the back of his leg, he rolls Nathan over and makes the pin.

One…

Two…

Thr- KICKOUT!!

Ethan is up and now cursing a blue streak at Referee Rollins in disbelief. Suddenly Leers smiles and he watches Fallen Angel stir and slowly get to his feet. Leers pounds the steel chair onto the mat to provoke him, *CLANK, CLANK, CLANK* Fallen Angel is up and Leers comes charging with the chair!!

BIG BOOT COUNTER!! CHAIR MEETS FACE AND ETHAN GOES DOWN!!

Alan Ducard: What a turn around!!

Jimmy Yates: Things are about to get nasty!!

Fallen Angel drapes the folded chair over Ethan’s face – NATHAN STOMPS THE CHAIR INTO THE CULT LEADER’S FACE!! Ethan’s legs kick like crazy from the pain!! Fallen Angel picks up the chair, he unfolds it and sets it down – (putting it back into its original chair position). He hoists up Ethan and whips him chest first into the turn buckle knocking the wind out of the cult leader – Fallen Angel snatches Leers and he comes fumbling back off the turnbuckle impact – HE HAS HIM UP IN THE GORRILLA PRESS!! Fallen Angel holds him up in a surreal moment as the fans see a direct line between the chair and Ethan’s face. FALLEN ANGEL DROPS LEERS *SMACK* FACE FIRST INTO THE SEAT OF THE CHAIR!!!! THE CHAIR BREAKS AND ETHAN IS DOWN!!

The Crowd: HO-LEE SH*T!! HO-LEE SH*T!! HO-LEE SH*T!!

A close up of Fallen Angel finds him covered in sweat with some blood coming down his forehead from the chair shots, he looks down at Leers with no mercy. He goes for the pin.

One…

Jimmy Yates: This should be it.

Two…

Thr—SHOULDER IS UP!! Rollins signals for the two count!!

Jimmy Yates: HOW THE!?!?

Alan Ducard: Unbelievable!!

Bryan Harris: Believe it, Alan!

Now Fallen Angel is the one with a look of disbelief. He shrugs, getting ready to dish out more punishment.

Ethan can be heard laughing between some curses, barely moving with blood coming out of his nose.

A sudden roar from the crowd!!

Crowd: TUUURRNNEEER!!!

Chris Turner suddenly emerges from the backstage curtains pushing a shopping cart down the ramps as head heads towards the ring. Another close up of Fallen Angel and he is now seething at the sight of Turner. Ethan has crawled his way to a turn buckle and leans up against it trying to find the strength to stand, still laughing at the pain. A close up of Turner’s shopping cart shows an old Apple computer monitor, a Golf bag full of clubs, a spare tire, a bowling ball bag, and a trash can full of assorted hardcore weapons…

Alan Ducard: Well… This goes without saying but Turner’s presence here is perfectly legal in a No Limits match…

Jimmy Yates: And all those toys are legal too… Turner said he wanted in on a No Limits match… one way or another I guess…

Alan Ducard: I am sure he’s looking for some payback on Fallen Angel as well!

For the moment both Ethan and Fallen Angel are watching Turner on the outside of the ring, waiting to see what the lunatic will do. Turner pulls out the computer monitor and turns his back to the ring, he hurls it way up into the air, backwards over his head, and it crashes into the middle of the ring!! *POPSMASH!!* Pieces of the glass screen scatter over the matt!

Alan Ducard: Chris Turner just German Suplexed the computer screen into the ring!!

Jimmy Yates: This is INSANE!!

Bryan Harris: Yeah!! I had no idea Turner knew how to do a suplex!

Referee Travis Rollins jumps out of the ring for his own safety. Ethan is now up, holding himself up by the ropes. Turner suddenly throws in the trash can to the ring and it lands near the busted monitor with a crash. A kendo stick rolls out by Nathan’s feet. A rusty chain link with a pad lock slides out in front of Ethan. Ethan picks up the chain with the pad lock. Nathan picks up the Kendo stick. Turner TOSSES THE GOLF BAG INTO THE RING!!

Jimmy Yates: LOOK OUT!

Bryan Harris: It’s raining Golf clubs!!

Ethan starts spinning the padlock on the chain, spinning it in a fast circle as Fallen Angel tests the Kendo stick by slashing the air with a *WHOOSH!!* The two men grin at each other as the golf clubs finally lie still, scattered around them. Turner now throws in the spare tire and it rolls across the ring between the two men moments before they charge at each other. Ethan unleashes the chain and the padlock crashes into Kelser’s chin in a silent thud. Fallen Angel hacks down with the kendo stick onto Ethan’s head with a *TWACK*. Ethan tumbles backward to escape further punishment as Nathan cracks his jaw back into place. Turner is still outside the ring, he takes out the bowling ball bag and places it aside – seems like he’s trying to figure out how to throw in the now empty shopping cart but can’t seem to manage this.

Alan Ducard: What a mess this ring is…

Leers suddenly kicks the trash can like a soccer ball at Fallen Angels Face – Kelser swats it away with the kendo stick. Ethan charges with the chain and padlock, Kelser with the backhanded swing of the kendo stick catches the charging Ethan in the side of the face with a *THWAP!!* Ethan swings the padlock into Fallen Angels Forehead with a sickening thud leaving an unbroken skin indent in the forhead from the corner of the padlock .. the two men collide. Fallen Angel drops the kendo stick, Scoops up Ethan – SIDEWALK SLAM INTO THE BROKEN MONITOR GLASS!! Ethan shouts out in pain and rolls out of the ring..

Turner takes the opportunity with Fallen Angel’s back turned.

Jimmy Yates: HE’S GOT THE BOWLING BALL!!

Fallen Angel turns around (As if hearing Jimmy?) TURNER TOSSES THE BOWLING BALL POINT BLANK INTO FALLEN ANGELS MIDSECTION!! **OOF!!** Fallen Angel is doubled over in pain as the ball hits the mat with a *THUD* after colliding with Fallen Angel. On the outside, with blood leaking through the back of his jersey, Ethan pulls out a long box from under the ring. Back in the ring, Turner stomps on Fallen Angel’s face a few times before he lifts him up as if for a body slam and DRIVES FALLEN ANGEL’S BACK INTO THE TURN BUCKLE – HE FOLLOWS UP WITH A TWIST AND POWERSLAMS FALLEN ANGEL INTO THE METAL TRASH CAN – FLATTENING IT!!

TURNER GOES FOR THE PIN!!

Travis Rollins just shakes his head

Jimmy Yates: Turner! You’re not IN this match, remember?

Bryan Harris: The one time this guy remembers to make the pin!

Ethan Leers pulls out a pair of light tubes from the box on the outside.

Alan Ducard: The infamous light tubes!!

Jimmy Yates: As if there isn’t enough weapons to choose from??

Turner is now standing and yelling at the referee who continues to keep a safe distance on the outside. Ethan Leers carefully places some light tubes into the ring. Ethan slides into the ring after placing them down. Ethan leaps onto the mid rope – Turner turns around – JUST IN TIME FOR A SPRING BOARD DROP KICK SENDING HIM OUT OF THE RING!! Ethan holds up a trio of extra long light tubes against his own torso and runs towards Fallen Angel who is still laid out on top of the trash can – BODY SPLASH AND GLASS IS EVERYWHERE!!!

Crowd: HO-LEE SH*T!! HO-LEE SH*T!! HO-LEE SH*T!!

Rollins rolls in to make the count!! He has to choose carefully to avoid getting glass in his hand…

One…

Two…

THREE!!

Alan Ducard: That’s all she wrote, what a mess to clean up..

Rollins calls for the bell!!

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Byan Harris: Hey wait a sec… those better not be my golf clubs…

The referee calls for him to stop and calls for the time keeper bell again…

*DING* *DING* *DING*

The ringing means nothing to Turner who keeps hacking away at Leers with the golf club.

Jimmy Yates: This is completely unnecessary!

Other referees come out from the back!! They run towards the ring!!

FALLEN ANGEL IS UP AND COVERED IN BLOOD!!

Bryan Harris: Where does this guy have the energy to stand?!

NATHAN HAS THE CHAIN AND HE WRAPS IT AROUND TURNERS NECK FROM BEHIND!! TURNER CHOKES AND KICKS WILDLY, SPITTING EVERYWHERE!!

Officials come in to the ring and tear the two men apart!!

With an effort the two men finally go off in separate directions leaving a medic to check up on Ethan Leers and a cleanup crew with a lot of work to do.

Crazy Boy: Hey, how's it going. Haven't really had a chance to really talk to you yet about the match.

Chris Turner: That’s because I don't care about the match....

He gets up and walks to the bar.

Crazy Boy has a little bit of a look of surprise to him as he walks up to Turner at the bar and nods his head slowly.

Crazy Boy: You know that you two are tagging with me to face Crash, Gryffin Anselm and James Win in a six-man tag match. I just want to make sure we are on the same page here. I don't know if you know or not but I am on a quest to rid Legacy of Diabolik once and for all.

Chris Turner: Is Damien Black in the match?

Tyrone shakes his head slowly and looks at Laura, who just shrugs her shoulders. Crazy Boy lets out a soft sigh and sits down at one of the chairs.

Crazy Boy: No. Damien Black is not in the match. Like I said, we are facing Crash, Gryffin Anselm and James Win. I really need you to be on the same page, just for tonight. I need your strength and brute force to help me damage their egos.

Chris Turner: Well is Fallen Angel in the match?

Tyrone laughs in a state of bewilderment as he shakes his head, his sigh a little louder this time around.

Crazy Boy: No, No Fallen Angel either. I just need you to focus just this once on someone else other than them two. Can you do that for me? I need your help with the Diabolik just for Tonight. After that, you can do as you please.

Chris Turner: IF DAMIEN BLACK AND FALLEN ANGEL AREN'T IN THE MATCH... I DON'T CARE! OK?

He takes the shot he ordred and then smashes the shot glass to pieces.

Chris Turner: I'll be at the god damn match..... But DON'T expect me to sit here and "promise you" like a little girl that I will have my head in the game, that I will do my "very best out there" and even that I have your back. I don't, I won't and I can't.... I will however be out there and send not only Fallen Angel a message... But Also Damien Black.... And if you mention the match to me ONE MORE TIME before the final bell sounds with either you laying out flat in that ring, or by me beating them into submission, You won't make it to the match.... Got me?

Tyrone takes a step back away from Chris Turner and nods his head slowly. At least he knows that he will be there, which is all he needs.

Crazy Boy: I got it, Turner. Loud and Clear. I'll see you out there.

Chris Turner: We'll see!

He walks away from Tyrone, and back to Laura who is looking at Turner ashamed of what she heard from across the room.

Tyrone watches as Turner walks away and turns to Laura and shrugs his shoulders.

Crazy Boy: He truly does have a one-track mind, just like you said. This is going to be an interesting night. I'll see you out there, as well.

Tyrone walks away from Laura and walks down the hallway.

A pregnant pause, Crash seethes, breathing heavily through his nose.

Crash: No. I think not.

Crash tightens his grip on Andrew Kelley's wrist and shoves his pointer finger into the interviewer’s chest as he continues.

Crash: Crazy Boy… he’s just an idiot. Even idiots get on a good roll at times. Picking up a few wins against guys who can’t shine my boots… So what? He got very, very lucky against me the last time he and I locked up… and even that match ended in a loss. That match… that was just a STRIFE. What happens when we go face-to-face on pay-per-view?

Crash pauses a second, letting his words sink in. He laughs and continues.

Crash: Luck runs out of course. Reality sets in. And Crazy Boy gets the beating of his life.

Crash releases his grip on Andrew Kelley's wrist and walks off.

Jimmy Yates: This isn’t the first time I’ve been in an organization with Post, and I can tell you that his resume is as impressive as he is. In tonight’s match I’m sure you’ll see some of his strong style background from Japan, some of his luchador influence… he’s a great addition to the roster indeed and I expect this to be a very enjoyable match.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, well maybe it will be, if this Post guy can pull Katty Yosh out of whatever kind of slump he’s in and they could have a good match, well that will be impressive. What I’ve seen from Yosh over the past few months – doesn’t do it for me. What I’ve seen from him in his Bushido Buntai days across the Pacific? Good stuff, but since then… very sporadic glimpses of anything better than mediocrity.

Alan Ducard: It’s widely understood that in this business, guys can go in and out of slumps from time to time, and I suspect that the main reason why Katsuro Yoshida is having difficulties has a lot to do with the situation surrounding Osamu Hayashi.

Jimmy Yates: Hayashi is a lot like a brother to Katsuro Yoshida, so I’m not surprised he’s taking things hard. Ever since Osamu Hayashi showed up in LEGACY, Katsuro Yoshida has been attempting to help him succeed. Now Osamu turns his back on him? I’d take it hard too.

Bryan Harris: As interesting as it might be to hear all about why Katsuro Yoshida silently cries himself to sleep at night, none of that changes the fact that both of these guys got some stuff to prove in this match. Let’s get to the footage to find out how things shake out.

Bryan Harris: Alright, alright. This isn’t a game of Karate Fighters!

Jimmy Yates: Omigod... Masked Fighter versus RIP Fighter!!!! I still have that one!!!

Alan Ducard: Pardon me but... what the bloody HELL are you talking about, James?

Both men circle each other a few times, but it’s Post who advances in with the grapple. Katsuro locks up with him but Post manages to push him forward into the turnbuckle. Leonard Nolan begins making the count, reaching three before Post breaks it and retreats to the center of the ring slowly. Some of the more impatient spot monkeys sitting at ringside, wanting to see their blood and chaos, begin chanting “Boooooriiiiiing!” directly at Post and Katsuro. Being the consummate professionals they are, both Post and Katsuro manage to ignore this disrespectful chant by locking up again.

Alan Ducard: You really have to admire the expertise these lads show in their craft.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, I get sick of hearing that chant in wrestling. If you didn’t come to see some ACTUAL wrestling, I hear the circus could always use some fans in attendance.

Bryan Harris: If anything is boring, it’s your commentating, Alan.

Post nails a knee to Katsuro’s mid-section and quickly sets him up for an exploder suplex. Katsuro counters with some elbows to Post’s head, and Post releases his grip. Katsuro then places Post in the same standing side slam position he had just put him in. Lifting up, Katsuro manages to slam Post down to the mat. Immediately hooking the leg, Nolan makes the count..

One!!

Two!!

Post kicks out emphatically, clearly not ready to stay down.

With Post stunned, Katsuro rains some fists down onto his collarbone and head. Post absorbs the shock of these blows with his thick muscular back, and quickly begins making his way to his feet. Throwing a right hand, Post blocks it with his forearm and counterstrikes with a left. Katsuro is rocked from the big left, which gives Post just enough room to throw a big boot up, knocking Katsuro back towards the ropes. Bouncing slightly off of the ropes upon impact, post uses this to his advantage by grabbing Katsuro’s wrist and throwing him into the opposite ropes.

Alan Ducard: Post regaining some momentum here.

Jimmy Yates: Whoa, Post with the scoop up!

Katsuro on the rebound and Post uses his momentum to scoop Katsuro up over his shoulder into a powerslam position. Taking three quick steps out, Post SLAMS Katsuro down into the mat with a thunderous running powerslam. Hooking a leg, Nolan administers the count deliberately and effectively.

One!!

Two!!

Katsuro kicks out!!

Upon Katsuro kicking out, Post immediately props Katsuro up into a seated position, gets behind him, drops down to one knee and seizes Katsuro’s arm in a military styled sankaku-gatame arm lock. Katsuro calls out in agonizing pain as Post wrenches back on the arm-bar.

Alan Ducard: Beautiful submission attempt here with the follow up by Post!

Out of pure defensive strategy, Katsuro rolls to his right over onto his knees and with his free arm, he reaches down behind Post’s knee joint and pulls forward, causing Post to stumble backward with Katsuro’s arm still in tact.

Bryan Harris: Katsuro with the reversal..

Katsuro uses this misstep to his advantage and goes deadweight on Post’s body, grappling Post’s legs with his own in a complexly abstract pinning maneuver.

Jimmy Yates: Katsuro has him in a pin!!

One!!

Two!!

Jimmy Yates: Oh I thought he HAD him.

Post manages to get a shoulder up, but Katsuro’s body continues to go dead weight. Once Post’s shoulder inevitably falls back down, Nolan is right there to make the count again.

One!!

Two!!

Bryan Harris: So close. This is turning out to be quite the battle of technique between a true veteran of this industry and one of the mainstays in LEGACY.

Post kicks out with a little more authority this time, causing Katsuro’s legs to slip from the entanglement of Post’s. Katsuro then passes the guard and maintains a side control position on top of Post. Post attempts to get out of this dangerous predicament but Katsuro immediately begins pouring the elbows and hammer-fists down onto Post’s face. It doesn’t take long for Post’s lip and nose to open up with cuts and gashes.

Alan Ducard: Katsuro’s elbow is like a shard of sharp glass. Look at post’s face!

As Katsuro continues to ram Post’s face with his elbow and fist, Post reaches up with his leg and catches Katsuro in the back of his head with a stiff shot of desperation. In its effectiveness, Katsuro release the hold and stands back up on the mat in the ropes, cradling the back of his throbbing head.

Post is up now, and wipes away some of the specks of blood that began forming on the bridge of his nose and bottom lip. Spotting Katsuro holding the back of his head, Post grabs Katsuro from behind in a set-up for a reverse DDT. Instead of dropping flat against the mat though, Post snaps the back of Katsuro’s head down onto his knee, and quickly snaps back up to the mat with Katsuro still in his grasp.

Alan Ducard: Blimey!

Bryan Harris: He’s not done!

Snapping down for a second time, the crowd winces at this but have little time to cringe as Post snaps back up once again. This time, dragging Katsuro away from the ropes, Post hooks the front of Katsuro’s tights and lifts up with a reverse suplex. Stalling, Post them allows Katsuro’s center of gravity to take him down from the upside down position down to a standing position and at the same time Post grips Katsuro’s head for a devastating stunner.

Jimmy Yates: BEAUTIFUL sequence of moves there!!! Katsuro could be OUT!!!

Exhausted from that arrangement of powerful moves, Post hooks a leg on Katsuro and Nolan begins counting.

One!!

Two!!

THR- NO!!

Signaling to the crowd, Post calls to the crowd while shouting, “I GOT A HANGOVER!!”

Bryan Harris: Then you shouldn’t have stayed out late, jack-ass!!

Alan Ducard: Um, Bryan, that’s the name of his finishing move.

Jimmy Yates: And it looks like he’s setting up for the Hangover right now. Get while the gettin’s good I guess.

Lifting the groggy Katsuro up to his feet, Post whips him into the turnbuckle. At the same time, Osamu Hayashi appears on the entrance ramp with his arms folded together, wearing a brand new Agents of Destiny shirt with Mirage’s likeness on the front. Post lifts Katsuro up and seats him on the top turnbuckle, delivering a huge open palmed slap to the face for added measure. Dazed and nearly unconscious on the top turnbuckle, Katsuro doesn’t even see Osamu Hayashi slowly making his way down the ramp.

Alan Ducard: Now wait just a blood SECOND. What is HE doing here?!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, but between the Hangover he’s about to receive and Osamu’s sudden presence, things can’t bode well for the former No Limits champion.

As Post sets Katsuro up for the top rope DDT, Katsuro suddenly catches his second wind and shoves Post off of him. As Post falls back to the mat, Katsuro stands up carefully on the top turnbuckle, holds his arms out and GLIDES down to the mat, connecting forehead to forehead with a devastating flying head-butt.

Alan Ducard: Post is OUT!!! This one’s over!!!

Katsuro writhes around in pain for a moment, and Leonard Nolan gets down real close to see if he’s alright. But showing some true toughness, Katsuro literally shoves Nolan away from him with unexpected force. Nolan trips over the unconscious frame of Post, stumbling over him and onto his back completely. This buy’s Osamu Hayashi enough time to reach down into his pants and pull out a small marble sack.

Bryan Harris: Osamu just whipped out his sack!!!!

Untying it, Osamu shakes the powdery contents out of his hand and THROWS it right into the eyes of Katsuro, blinding his former Bushido Buntai teammate.

Jimmy Yates: My God!! Osamu just blinded Katsuro... and Nolan didn’t even SEE IT?!?!

Nolan manages to get back to his knee right after Katsuro accidentally rolled to the outside, holding his burning eyes while screaming in fierce agony. Nolan looks at Osamu who holds his hands up, smiling evilly at his dastardly deed.

Alan Ducard: That little SNAKE!!!

Osamu walks back up the aisle and Katsuro gets up to his feet on the outside, blindly swinging at anything in his path. Not even realizing who did it to him or what it was that blinded him, Katsuro takes a few steps forward and swings again, this time accidentally sending himself over the barricade into the front row. Meanwhile, Nolan has made it to the count of five, counting Katsuro out of the match as Post begins stirring, using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Holding his throbbing head, Post looks around for Katsuro.

Alan Ducard: Post is up!! Katsuro is being counted out!!

Six!

Seven!

Eight!

Jimmy Yates: The fans are trying to help Katsuro back up from the barricade!!!

Nine!

Bryan Harris: Too late.

TEN!

Leonard Nolan immediately calls for the bell, counting Katsuro Yoshida out of the match while raising Post’s hand in victory.

Alan Ducard: What a LEGACY debut for Post... but on the same token, what a SHAME that it is that an asterisk has to go next to this one for the actions of Osamu Hayashi!

Jimmy Yates: I fully believe that Katsuro Yoshida had this match won with that flying head-butt, but with Osamu Hayashi’s unexpected presence, it was not to be!

Bryan Harris: The bottom line is that once again, Katsuro Yoshida didn’t have the goods to put away an opponent, and once again, Katsuro walks away the loser. Because that’s what Katsuro Yoshida translates in English, folks. “Perpetual loser”.

Jimmy Yates: I thought Katsuro Yoshida translated into “master of the yukon triple moonsault” but that’s neither here nor there. The REAL bottom line here is that Katsuro and Post put on one hell of a technical showdown that is now marred by a count-out ending, all thanks to Osamu Hayashi

Alan Ducard: Couldn’t have said it better myself, James.

Intern Avery: Ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce, my special guests at this time, The LEGACY Tag Team Champions, and their manager Trent Logan. Gentlemen, as you know you will be defending the gold against Anarchy at Eleventh Hour, but tonight you face the team of Benny Jackson and Frank Garvin in a non-title match. How can you keep your focus on the match here tonight with that huge title defense looming on the horizon?

RAGE steps up to speak to Avery, towering over the smaller interviewer. His voice holds that trademark intensity as per his norm.

RAGE: Keep our focus Avery? How can we afford not to keep our focus here tonight? Yes we are the LEGACY Tag Team Champions, and yes we are at the top of the mountain. However, this tag team division is the deepest and most talented this industry has seen in nearly ten years, and while we are looking forward to the chance to give those geriatric jerk-offs the beating of their lives at Anarchy, You can’t afford to look past any challenge, title or non-title.

Avery then moves the mic to VENOM who has a few words to say, but his voice is calmer, more thoughtful that his partner’s.

VENOM: Then, you take our opponents, Benny Jackson and Frank Garvin. Benny Jackson has wrestling skill. Frank Garvin is a powerhouse and a monster. They are a classic complementary combination, and while they are still learning to gel, they have the tools to make an impact here in LEGACY, and as such we consider a victory over them as a huge momentum boost heading into Eleventh Hour.

Finally, VENOM gives way to Trent Logan, who appears more on Avery’s level, and as such Avery does appear to be just a bit more comfortable with Logan at the mic.

Trent Logan: Momentum, momentum, momentum. We are riding an all-time high Avery. Tag Team of the Year. Manager of the Year. Tag Team Champions. This championship run has instilled in us a new found confidence, because for the first time in our young LEGACY careers, all of our hard work, training, and preparation have met with superb results. We are not going to be undone by overlooking anyone.

In fact, tonight we aim to make a statement that you will not catch us on an “off-night”. You won’t catch us underestimating anyone. Whether its Frank and Benny, El Chupacabra, AoD, or even Anarchy you will receive the same intense preparation and our very best in that ring, and when the match is over and that bell rings you will know you have truly experience.

Domination: Total … Domination.

With that all three men take their leave from the interview set to make final preparations for their tag team match tonight.

Moxley: Thank you, my dear friends, for coming on such short notice. I know you both have your own quarrels to deal with, and I greatly appreciate your sacrifices for being here right now… because tonight… I have asked you to gather here for the greater good of LEGACY.

KK: You got it Herbie J!

CB: No problem, Mox-Man. But what are we doing here exactly?

Moxley: I am glad you asked... Because Tonight – We’re going to RESURRECT A HERO!!

KK: Like Optimus Prime? Or Bruce Lee?

CB: No not Bruce Lee! I bet you are talking about Ryu Hayabusa, the greatest ninja ever to grace the earth.. er, video games.. something like that?

Moxley: … Actually – I am talking about Loco…

Crazy Boy looks around with a little bit of a weird look on his face.

CB: Loco, eh? He's not a hero. In fact, he makes me want to walk crazy all over him! Can I walk Crazy all over him!?

Ryan and Herb chuckle at Tyrone’s catch phrase in delight.

KK: You're not thinking about that bounty are yah Herb? Hmm, I could buy enough polly-o string cheese for everyone in Boca Raton Florida with that kind of cash.

Moxley: No - we're not going after the money. We're going after the source of his evil. And I figured out what that is.

Tyrone sits there in thought for a little bit, trying to figure out exactly what is going on

CB: Dude, I hope you are not talking about evil cupcakes! I thought we got rid of all the cupcakes earlier back. Your num-chuck still has some chocolate on them!

KK: I think he might be referring to Subway’s sweet onion teriyaki chicken subs. Loco eats them every day for lunch. That must be the source...

Moxley: Close – but actually I am referring to… THE TOPHY CASE… Gentlemen I believe if we DESTROY the trophy case it will free Loco’s heart and we will once again have the hero of hero’s fighting alongside us in the great plight of good against evil.

Crazy Boy laughs lightly as he shrugs his shoulders and nods his head.

CB: Stealing and Pillaging.. wait a minute, I like Ninja's not Pirates!!! THIS WILL NEVER WORK... unless. I get the num-chucks again!

KK: Ooh!! I want a weapon too!!

Moxley: Yes, you think as I do - Gentlemen… I present to you.. The EQUALIZERS..

Herbert lifts a steel briefcase and pops it open. Inside there is the tube to a plastic light saber, A set of padded numb-chucks, and a potato gun with a oversized potato alongside it. Crazy Boy takes the numb chucks. Kumquat Kid takes the potato gun set. Leaving the plastic light saber for Moxley. All three men are grinning as they hold their weapons of choice.

Moxley: OK – so here’s the plan…

The three men huddle up. Herbert looks at the camera and makes a slashing motion across his throat which signals the cameraman to cut the feed, ending the scene abruptly.

Jimmy Yates: Even though this match is non-title it is still a huge opportunity for Benny Jackson and Frank Garvin as a team. A victory over the tag team champions would be most impressive, and I dare say they could have a claim to a title shot as well.

Bryan Harris: Benny Jackson is underrated as a mat technician, and Frank Garvin is as monstrous and as unstable as they come. You put those two elements together, and you very well have the makings of a unique and highly competitive tag team. I for one am not overlooking Jackson and Garvin, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they came out of this one with a win.

Jimmy Yates: You aren’t overlooking Jackson and Garvin, Bryan, but somehow I don’t Domination is looking past them either.

Alan Ducard: Well gentlemen, the stage is set, let’s go now to highlights of this tag team contest.

Alan Ducard: We’ve seen some great team work as expected here from Domination, but also some surprisingly solid team work as well from Jackson and Garvin.

Jimmy Yates: It has been solid, but Benny has really had to work to keep Garvin focuses and in line – for example when Garvin had that choke on RAGE earlier in the match. He milked it to a four count twice, but the second time Benny really had to do some “refocusing” of Garvin to get him to break the count.

Bryan Harris: Jackson wants to win, and I think he also doesn’t want Frank to permanently injure anyone – he’s a flat out monster, and the way things are going for Benny, he just might have to take that monster back into the match.

Alan Ducard: RAGE now pulling Benny to his feet, there’s the scoop over the shoulder, and there’s a running powerslam! RAGE driving Jackson down into the mat, he’s too close to the ropes to go for a cover, but he’s definitely in position for RAGE to make the tag to VENOM. That was a well-timed tag to keep control, but keep RAGE fresh in the later stages of this contest.

Jimmy Yates: Both of these guys are strong, but VENOM seems to be a bit more powerful while RAGE has the edge in speed, so look for VENOM to slow the pace down here just a bit and be a bit more methodical.

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe you used “methodical” in any way, shape, or form relating to those meatheads!

VENOM steps through the ropes, and drops an elbow on Jackson, and feeling he’s sufficiently stunned, VENOM pulls the smaller man up to his feet, clubs him across the spine with a forearm, then hooks him before taking him up and holding him in the air, showing off his impressive strength. He allows Jackson to hang there for what seems to be an eternity before dropping back, completing the vertical suplex.

Alan Ducard: That was some amazing power there from one half of the Tag Team Champions, and Benny looks to be in a very bad way here guys.

Jimmy Yates: Benny is going to have to find a way to get VENOM off his feet, and perhaps try to bring Garvin into this match

Bryan Harris: Domination will make a mistake and give him that opening – it’s just a matter of whether or not Jackson can capitalize.

VENOM pulls Benny to his feet and tosses him back to his corner, and immediately tags in RAGE. VENOM and RAGE put the boots to Jackson in the corner, and then RAGE pulls Jackson up and tosses Benny across the ring with the Irish whip. On the rebound RAGE hits him with a back elbow which knocks Benny back and into a neutral corner. RAGE, seeing Jackson in the turnbuckles, charges in looking for one of his trademark clotheslines, bur unfortunately for RAGE, Jackson gets a foot up and catches the big man in the jaw, knocking him backwards and away from the buckles.

Alan Ducard: Jackson has an opening, and … there’s a vicious chop block! He just hurled all of his weight at RAGE, going low, and he just destroyed that knee. RAGE is down, and Jackson with the elbow drop across the leg.

Bryan Harris: Jackson has the opening and he’s going that leg, and he’s going to show these “meatheads” what a real ring general can do.

Benny hits the elbow drop on the leg for a second time, and then he pulls the leg out and stomps down on the knee repeatedly before pulling RAGE to the turnbuckles. Jackson goes up to the second turnbuckle, and then leaps off …

Alan Ducard: Jackson leaping and stomps right down RAGE’s knee from that second turnbuckle, and RAGE is in some serious agony.

Jimmy Yates: Jackson and Garvin could make a statement in this match with a victory, but if Jackson does some real damage to that knee, it could very well impact the Tag Team Championship match at Eleventh Hour which is exactly what those two thugs on the rampway

Bryan Harris: Jimbo, it’s about time you paid some attention to the number one contenders, soon to be Tag Team Champions.

Jimmy Yates: They’ve drawn enough attention to themselves and away from this contest already.

Alan Ducard: I agree Jimmy. They came out here at the beginning of the match with those ridiculous chairs, some beers, and it looks like they’re eating popcorn now.

Jimmy Yates: They’re obviously enjoying watching Domination taking this abuse before they meet the at Eleventh Hour.

As the number one contenders look on Benny Jackson pulls RAGE to his feet, and then hits the inverted atomic drop on him before coming off the ropes and taking him down with a flying lariat. Quickly, Benny grabs the leg and spins …

Alan Ducard: The Rocky Mountain Fever Figure Four Leg Lock! Benny has that signature submission hold on RAGE and he’s destroying that knee as we speak!

Jimmy Yates: Jackson has RAGE towards his corner, and I’m not sure if RAGE can get to the ropes, and neither is VENOM! Here he comes, and there’s a stomp to Jackson to break up the pin!

Bryan Harris: Yes but here comes Frank Garvin! Garvin with the big boot to the back of VENOM’s head as he heads back to his corner! VENOM is down and RAGE, even though he’s free has no one to tag!

Alan Ducard: Benny Jackson does have someone to tag though, and he tags Garvin and Frank is in the ring, and there’s a boot to the midsection on RAGE! The Irish whip, and on the rebound there’s a sickening big boot to the face on RAGE. Benny Jackson slowed down RAGE, wore him down, and he made the tag to Garvin at seemingly the perfect time.

Bryan Harris: I think Anarchy believes so as well, and man that big boot from Frank had some serious impact on it. I think Anarchy felt it up there on the rampway with the way they cringed.

Alan Ducard: I think RAGE might be in no man’s land after that last shot, and Garvin pulls RAGE to his feet and he lifts him up and chokes him with two hands in midair!

Jimmy Yates: Garvin is quite powerful, dare I say even more powerful than Lucien Gray who is about the only guy they’ve face who could really match and surpass Domination in the power department.

Bryan Harris: Now RAGE is finding out what it’s like to be on the receiving end of being tossed around the ring.

Garvin holds RAGE up, milking the count until he drops him forward, slamming RAGE to the canvas with a chokebomb. Garvin has the pin on RAGE in the sit-out position, but instead of allowing the official to continue making a three count, Garvin breaks the pin himself, and he dives on top of RAGE and slams fist after fist down into the tag champion’s face.

Alan Ducard: Frank Garvin passed up a possible pinfall and a victory in this match for the chance to inflict more punishment on the champions.

Jimmy Yates: I really think Garvin is motivated by inflicting pain on his opponents more than winning Alan. That’s something that has to be really straining his partnership with
Benny. You know Jackson wants to make an impact, he wants the industry take note – he said as much at the 2008 Awards.

Bryan Harris: Well, right now Garvin is making an impact on RAGE’s face.

Garvin slams one last clubbing blow down into RAGE’s skull before standing, and pulling RAGE to his feet by the neck. Frank slams a double axe handle blow down across RAGE’s back, then knees him in the gut before sending RAGE into the opposite buckles with an Irish whip. Garvin charges in and clotheslines RAGE in the corner before starting to stomp away at him.

Alan Ducard: Garvin is as vicious as Jackson is technical, and he drives RAGE down to the canvas with those stomps. Garvin now with that wicked smile, and he’s tossing RAGE to the opposite corner! He’s looking to corner RAGE again, and he tosses him into the buckles again, and he’s motioning with that smiling motion.

Jimmy Yates: He’s going to go for the “Crooked Smile” where he forces his opponents to smile for him. I wouldn’t want that man’s hands anywhere near me, let alone in my mouth, forcing me to smile before he bashes my brains into my skull.

Garvin stalks RAGE and moves in for the kill, but RAGE out of nowhere charges back at him and floors Garvin with a falling clothesline, knocking the big man surprisingly off his feet, and the crowd screams at the signs of life from the champions. Anarchy both shake their heads as RAGE pushes to get to his feet, as Garvin tries to get to his feet. RAGE is up just a split second quicker, and he charges Garvin and drives him back into the buckles, and VENOM tags RAGE behind Garvin’s back, but is recognized by the official, and not by Garvin. Garvin like a man possessed, is completely maddened by being boxed into the corner, and he double axehandles RAGE and then tosses RAGE to a neutral corner and grabbing him by the head he begins to slam him face first into the turnbuckle!

Bryan Harris: NO! Garvin is focused on RAGE, and Jackson is trying to warn him about VENOM but its as if Garvin doesn’t hear him!

Alan Ducard: RAGE eats turnbuckle, but VENOM is the legal man, here he comes behind Garvin, hooks him, and takes him back up and over with the effort-filled German suplex!

Jimmy Yates: He dropped Garvin on his neck with that suplex guys, and Garvin is stunned!

Bryan Harris: Benny do something!

Alan Ducard: Jackson is headed into the ring, but here comes RAGE and … he catches him with THE FURY CLOTHESLINE! Jackson is down in his corner … VENOM has Garvin up, and they are trading punches! RAGE going to the turnbuckles behind Garvin now and … FLYING DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! DOWN GOES GARVIN!

Frank is knocked down and VENOM pulls him up into a standing headscissors. The fans rise up as VENOM motions for it and RAGE climbs the buckles once more.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe they are going to try this guys …

Bryan Harris: No way this works …

VENOM takes a deep breath, and with a roar he heaves Garvin up into the powerbomb position as RAGE leaps off …

Alan Ducard: TOTAL DOMINATION! VENOM completed the powerbomb! He covers!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Jimmy Yates: It could have been much worse had VENOM not broken up that hold, and in fact, this match could have perhaps gone the other way if Garvin hadn’t been so focused on hurting RAGE that he acknowledged that VENOM was the legal man.

Bryan Harris: I hate to give the meatheads credit, but they took advantage of Garvin’s miscue and they picked up the win.

Trent joins Domination in the ring as they raise their titles in victory. However, the moment of celebration is short lived as Arch Angel and T.Rex stand up from their seats at the top of the ramp way and applaud the victory sarcastically and begin to saunter down towards the ring, cockily. The crowd buzzes with anticipation. O'Reilly elbows Murdock and the two smirk and nod, inviting Anarchy into the ring. Anarchy get to the apron, and stop short. T.Rex gestures for a mic and is quickly given one at ringside.

T.Rex: Boys, boys, boys. Don't worry. We ain't out here ta chump ya or nothing. Just wanted to get a picture.

Arch Angel produces a small disposable camera.

T.Rex: Figure we get a shot of yous two with your tag belts. Seeing as the next time you're in the ring? Is the last time you'll be seein' 'em!

Angel pulls the camera to his eye and gestures trying to get the two members to get together for a picture. Domination looks on, not amused, with the crowd booing in the background. We hear Arch angel yell "SAY CHEESE" as he pushes the button and the flash goes off on the disposable camera.

RAGE and VENOM glare at Anarchy, and RAGE motions for his own mic, and Josephina hands him her mic.

RAGE: You know, ever since the post-awards show, you two have been doing a lot of talking. Just like right now, you come out here talking about how you are going to take OUR belts. Yap, yap, yap. Now, instead of talking, why don't come into this ring right now, so we can give you a beating that will serve as a better reminder than any picture ever could of just who the dominant tag team is in this business.

VENOM motions for Anarchy to bring it.

T.Rex: Nah, guys. It’s not fair for us to step in there with the JV squad. Y'all just wrestled. Plus we just ate some popcorn, and momma always said, "wait an hour after eating -- before kicking the hell outta two little punks and taking their belts". Enjoy the last few days with those belts, boys.

Anarchy back away from the ring, and as they do, Angel turns around an snaps a few pictures mockingly as they exit the ringside area.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe they are just leaving – backing down from Domination’s challenge! What a couple of cowards – just like their boss.

Bryan Harris: Hey now, why mix it up now when the title isn’t on the line. They will have their match at Eleventh Hour – and it’s going to be on Anarchy’s terms. Not Domination’s.

Too quiet.

There was no music.

There was no show.

There was no party.

There was only one man and he sat in the plush leather couch at the far side of the room.

He sat holding a cell phone waiting for a call, just like he has been for some time.

It had been weeks silence the last call – weeks that the actor had been improvising without direction. Yes it had worked out for him in the end. He had fought, clawed, and talked his way to a shot at the ToV Championship, but what of the rest? Derek Shane had morphed into something almost unrecognizable. Rawlings managed to not only bring Diamante’s wrath upon them, but he managed to piss off Ron Bailey as well.

He didn’t sign a contract and agree to join The Entourage for things to go down like this.

This wasn’t the original plan.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

What has happened is a f*cking mess.

Dawson stares at the phone once more, almost begging for it to ring – to tell him that he has an incoming call. Silently, he counted in his head to the count of five, before taking the phone and tossing it against the wall, shattering it.

He’s The Highlight of the Night, and he’s also the clean-up crew.

Dawson gets up from the couch, and approaches the door when it opens, and walking past Shadow is JJ, dressed in a black suit in contrast to Dawson’s burgundy.

JJ: Wow, its quiet in here man? No Shane? No Rawlings? No Elena?

HOTN: Elena will be here shortly. She’s just picking up something for me for later tonight. Shane? I have no answers. Rawlings? JJ … did you see what the hell happened to him up in Detroit?

JJ: I didn’t see it but Shadow filled me in about it when I arrived.

HOTN: Rawlings might be one of the best wrestlers in the world. He has won multiple championships here, including the big one – but he’s making us look foolish JJ.

JJ appears hesitant with Dawson speaking less than positive about Rawlings.

HOTN: Just going to that sh*thole was an unbelievable decision, but then to get himself kidnapped by a couple of thugs only to call Chris “I wasn’t Chunk in the Goonies” Turner and Laura “I look like a He-Man action figure” Seton. I mean come on man – he’s trusting the power of Greyskull over calling us? He’s supposed to be Entourage and he’s acting anything but Elite.

JJ: What does The Director say about it man? I’ll admit it does look like he’s made us quite a few enemies, and he’s not exactly “bought in” to things – especially with the Detroit incident. However, I’m not about to just “turn” on the guy when The Director thought it might be a good idea to bring him on board.

HOTN: *Sigh* Have you heard from The Director lately?

JJ: I can’t say that I have man.

HOTN: JJ, look, the bottom line is right now we’re not in a good position across the board. I’ve managed to get ahead and get my shot, but considering the rest of things – Diamante, Bailey, Rawlings, Shane? You’re my boy JJ – and we’ve got to start doing something about this, Director or no Director.

JJ: So what do you suggest?

JJ looks to Dawson as if he’s willing to hear him out.

HOTN: Look, I’m not proposing anything grand and dramatic, but I do have an idea about how to start put things in motion at Eleventh Hour. Meet me after the show at the usual. Elena and I will meet you there, but for now? I’ve got a little business to take care of here tonight.

JJ nods and Dawson takes his leave.

About that same time, the former Tao of Valor Champion, and OPW Hall of Famer is walking through the hall with his head bobbing to the earbuds. The rhythmic bumping of some rap song can be faintly heard as Adam gets closer and closer into the picture, his baggy jeans and his Affliction styled “Iceman Cometh” t-shirt give the impression he is not taking his night off too seriously. Just as he gets within a few feet from passing X-Caliber, he pulls out one earbud and acknowledges the man before him without really breaking his gait.

Adam Davis: Well, well, well.. If it isn't the X-Man..

Davis smirks as he assumes, considering X-Cal's mood and expression as of late, he would be too much on a mission to deal with him, but even he could be humored.

X-Calibur: Hehehe. Well, well, well... if it isn’t the Iceman.

He gave nothing more than a nod before proceeding onwards towards his ultimate destination. It had been the first time he and Davis were within five yards of one another, despite being in the same organization together for what seemed like several months, if not a full year.

Adam Davis: Fair enough.

He gives a mild chuckle as both keep walking, but right before Davis begins to put his earbud back in, he stops dead in his tracks and talks over his shoulder with a wicked smirk of curiosity growing over his face.

Adam Davis: Hey X..You know that whole bounty s**t, right? Just how F*****G serious are you taking it? I have to admit, I am amused and strangely intrigued by your little stunt last week.

X-Calibur stops in his tracks upon hearing this and sighs, keeping his back to Davis.

X-Calibur: Oh? Oh... really?! Amused, eh? Hm. Well... though I’m positively, absolutely OVERJOYED that someone in the LEGA-verse could, or would, find amusement from one man putting a bounty on another man’s career, my "little stunt", as you ignorantly call it, was not for such insignificant things as... your f***ing amusement.

X turns around, slowly, his eyes locking dead center with the Iceman’s. There is no smirk on X's face. Ironically enough, given the counterpart, it is cold as ice.

X-Calibur: How serious do you THINK I’m taking it, DAVIS?

Adam Davis: Honestly?

Davis starts to partake in the stare down, even letting his jaw clench some, but then breaks it shaking his head with an arrogant smirk once again.

Adam Davis: ..A bit too much. Sure, you think you can play Deal or No Deal out there with all the little briefcases and then pretend like this was deserved and all, but throwing money at your problems shows me just how insincere you are about your predicament.

Davis puts his finger up, trying to stop the outburst and assumed rage coming from X-Caliber. He drops the cocky demeanor and gets all business. His eyes burn right back into X's by this point.

Adam Davis: Not everyone can be pushed or prodded by something as simple as money, not around here at least. Sure, you could offer 1.5 million juicers to that Kumquat clown, or maybe Issac could maul Loco for you if you offer a year supply of that skin bleach s**t Michael Jackson had, but there are guys in this company, nay, in this SOCIETY who go above and beyond things as shallow as money. Hell, I know I am interested, but money won't buy MY happiness.

X-Calibur laughs, shaking his head.

X-Calibur: And here I thought OPW Hall of Famers were supposed to be smart. Or at least, smarter than... *looks Davis up and down*... THIS.

He stops in his words, letting them sink in deeply. He saw the slightest twitch in Davis’ eyelid, knowing full well that he had the man’s complete attention.

X-Calibur: You honestly think that this is about MONEY? No, no, no... this isn’t about... “money”, jack-ass. If this were about money, I’d be raising the bounty every f***ing show until I “sold” somebody with a high enough price like Rawlings or John Thomas. But I’m not going to do that. F*** that. The 1.5 Million is STAYING 1.5 Million... and whether it takes until tonight, until Destined For Greatness 2011, or NEVER, is irrelevant. I’m not pressuring anyone to make a decision... and that’s the point, Davis. I’m simply putting the offer OUT THERE. In the OPEN. *He opens his arms, signifying all those watching from the cameras* For the WORLD to SEE.

For the first time since meeting Davis, X smirked.

X-Calibur: This is about... the implication. This is about... the fear. This is about... knowing full well that at any given MOMENT...

X-Calibur quickly snaps his fingers to the left of Davis. Fleetingly, Davis’ eyes followed the snapping.

X-Calibur: ... it could be all over. Just... like... THAT. Without notice. Without reason. Without remorse. Because I tried fighting it my way; the HONORABLE way; but the numbers are too great. I got my ass kicked in a four on one beatdown, Davis. And unlike you and half of the world of wrestling, I’m not gonna pretend to be superman. I'm not gonna act like I’m seven feet tall. I'm not gonna say I’m five hundred pounds of solid muscle. I'm not gonna hold my hand over the flame and say I’m fire resistant. So, while I’m not some little coward who’s realized he’s no match for the opposition like some people have intimated in their little promos... I’m certainly not STUPID, either.

Cocking his head to the side, he bit his bottom lip for a moment, trying to gauge the man's resolve a bit.

X-Calibur: If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my time in LEGACY... it’s that patience IS a virtue. And while Loco is running around breathlessly like a chicken with his head cut off, wondering just WHO IS looking to make a f***ing buck on his ass... heh, then I have all the patience in the world.

Davis gives a small golf clap, and even glances around the hall wondering if he should find a water bottle laying around to sarcastically hand X, but he thinks better of it.

Adam Davis: That's great, X, truly, it is. In fact, if you want to explain it like that, fine. You want him scared and you are intimidating him, but I still maintain you fail to see where you are coming up short on motivating people to do any of that for you. I guess the hunt and fear he is getting is worth about as much as a good ole fashion passionate ass whooping, but at the end of the day, you should be careful for what you wish for. You see, you are giving me an excuse to more or less take one of Legacy's golden boys of the last half decade and do things to him that are unspeakable in this parts. For the first time since that asshole Carson f**ked my company over, I could bring the fire and raw reality to Legacy. Sure, some may take that 1.5 million, and with today's economy, you never know, but you better believe as far as I am concerned, it wouldn't be about the money..

His eyes flicker with a passion that usually is vacant in those cold baby blues.

Adam Davis: It would be the sport of it all. I want this company to experience pain and sacrifice in a manner in which only half these raging retards can only pretend to understand. They will soon enough, but in the meantime, Loco could be the exact proclamation of my project that I have been looking for. At the same time, if I take him to those places...If I make him anguish and agonize to the degree you keep speaking of...

His jaw clenches, and he motions with his hand as if asking for money.

Adam Davis: ...There would be a price. Not the money, either. If you get the vengeance you seek and get back on Legacy's little throne, I want you to remember you owe me. Maybe it would be a week, or even half of a year, you never know, but whenever I decide to step out of the mediocrity of the top of Legacy's cards and take my position as a key player for the belt, you better be willing to grant my wish. After all, if I take this as far as I hope to, and as far as you are threatening, there would have to be specific risks involved. Suspensions, pay garnishment, you name it. Sure, I will enjoy hurting one of Legacy's stars and making my point, but I also have to hedge my bets. You understand.

X-Calibur smirked.

X-Calibur: Hahaha... oh I understand. A lot of “if’s” in that little plan of yours, though... and from my experience, “if’s” don’t exactly translate well at the ATM. Nevertheless, I understand you, killer. Loud and f***ing clear.

Heading down the hallway, he shouts back one last time before disappearing around the bend.

X-Calibur: I’m just glad YOU finally understand ME, too.

Bryan Harris: If I keep having to hear speculation about the degradation of The Diabolik I’m gonna be sick. They are a tight unit, they’re just keeping each other in check.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah right, I’d say they’re on the highway to completely falling apart, and you’re just in denial Bry.

Alan Ducard: Whatever the case, in the fourth match of the night we will get a glimpse into how cohesive they are.

Bryan Harris: It’s not going to be much of a challenge. Yeah, Crazy Boy wants a go at Crash, but he proved on more than one occasion that he can’t handle him. Yeah, Chris Turner and Laura Seton have tagged up before, but Turner doesn’t want to team up with her, and standing across the ring from them are the record-setting team of Gryffin Anselm and The All Star. If The Diabolik don’t win this match? I’ll be shocked.

Jimmy Yates: There’s only one way to find out… let’s get to it.

One!

Two!

It looks as if Crash is about to kick out, but it doesn't matter as Win and Anselm rush into the ring, and both of them stomp on the back of Turner to break up the count. The crowd boos loudly and the referee leaps to his feet and hollers at The Diabolik to clear the ring. The two men start to argue with the ref, when Crazy Boy and Laura Seton both rush into the ring, to take matters into their own hands!

Alan Ducard: Well this match didn't take long to lose control!

Jimmy Yates: Chris Turner came out of the gates swinging, and might have had Crash defeated with that Headbutt if his cronies hadn't interfered.

Bryan Harris: That's what teams do, Yates. They back each other up.

As the fans blow the roof off the arena with cheers, Crazy Boy and Laura both leap gracefully into the air, and nail the Win and Anselm with perfectly executed dropkicks! The impact of the high flying moves combined with the momentum of their running start sends both members of the Diabolik flying through the ropes to the outside! Chris Turner stays in the ring to focus on Crash, as he grabs him by the back of the head and starts to pummel the veteran in the face with closed fist punches.

Meanwhile, to the delight of the fans and the dismay of the referee, Crazy Boy and Laura are not done! Both of them criss-cross the ring at the same time, rebound off the far rope, and then vault themselves through the second and third ropes, flying to the outside of the ring and landing right on top of Win and Anselm just as they were starting to get up! The cheers are deafening as Crazy Boy and Laura send The Diabolik back to the concrete in a heap!

Back in the ring, Chris Turner has stopped punching Crash and now he is stomping him into the mat. Turner reaches down, scoops up Crash and then spins around and drives Crash back first into the mat with a bone crunching powerslam! The ring literally bounces from the force of the impact, and Turner stays on Crash for the cover! The referee has been leaning over the top rope yelling at Crazy Boy, Laura, Win and Anselm to get back into the ring, but since Turner and Crash are the legal men, he is forced to turn his attention back to the ring and go for the count...

One!

Two!

Crash kicks out, and Chris Turner leaps to his feet in anger, and gets in the face of the official. It is clear that Turner feels that if the ref had been paying attention to what was going on in the ring, and not the outside, the match might be over now. Turner holds three fingers in the face of the referee, and curses at him. The official shakes his head in disagreement, and as the two men argue, Crash sneaks up from behind and nails Turner with a low blow!

Alan Ducard: Oh! Right in the meat and two veg!

Jimmy Yates: That will put an end to any sort of advantage you had going.

Bryan Harris: What? From where I sit, he just hit him in the...lower abdomen.

The crowd groans in sympathy, as Chris Turner collapses to the mat in agony. Now both Crash and Turner are laid out on the mat, and seeing this, their teammates rush back to their respective corners to reach for the tag. The Diabolik climb to the apron, and Crazy Boy and Laura run around the outside of the ring to their corner and scramble back to the apron.

The fans are clapping and stomping to encourage Chris Turner to make it to his corner. Crazy Boy and Laura Seton are now both leaning over the top rope and reaching out toward Turner, and Crazy Boy is slapping the top turnbuckle in time with the fans to encourage Turner. At the same time, Crash is slowly crawling towards the corner of The Diabolik. Crash reaches his corner first, and reaches up, tagging in the anxious Gryffin Anselm! The burly Anselm charges into the ring at full speed, but just as he reaches Chris Turner, Turner reaches up and slaps the hand of Crazy Boy for the hot tag!

As the crowd comes unglued, Crazy Boy vaults over the top rope and executes an unorthodox spinning body attack, catching Anselm by surprise and sending him crashing back to the mat. Crazy Boy leaps back to his feet, and then performs a standing somersault, ending by driving his knee into the chest of Anselm! The Diabolik member bellows in pain and holds his chest as Crazy Boy is back up, he sprints across the ring, and then leaps into the air again and lands across the chest of Anselm again with a sexton splash!

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy is on a tear and the fans are loving it!

Jimmy Yates: He is following his usual strategy and going to work on the sternum of his opponent.

Bryan Harris: I don't see why the fans love this guy so much...I wish they'd shut up and stop screaming for him.

Crazy Boy seems to feel he has softened Anselm up enough, so he rolls over for the cover...

One!

Two!

No!

Although he is hurting, Anselm is not beaten and he kicks out with authority. Crazy Boy starts to pull Anselm to his feet, but is surprised by a wicked knee to the gut from his opponent. Crazy Boy doubles over in pain, holding his midsection. This gives Gryffin Anselm the chance to stagger across the ring and make the tag out to James Win! Win is the fresh man in, and he manages to barge into the action and almost take Crazy Boy's head off with a knee lift! Crazy Boy's head snaps back and he collapses to the mat holding his head. Win starts to lay in a series of stomps to Crazy Boy, while Turner and Laura look in with concern from the apron.

The "All Star" seems to think he has Crazy Boy well in hand, so he turns around and starts to taunt Turner and Laura. This turns out to be a big mistake, since Chris Turner is not the kind of man who likes to be taunted. Turner charges into the ring towards Win, with a murderous look on his face. Before he can reach James Win, the referee cuts him off and orders him back to his corner.

While Turner is arguing with the ref, Win drags Crazy Boy back to the corner of The Diabolik and Crash and Win start to double team the popular star. Both men start to stomp Crazy Boy in unison as the fans boo loudly. Chris Turner sees what is happening, and rather than letting the referee force him back to his corner, he breaks free and charges forward! Chris Turner spears Crash, and the two men go flying through the ropes to the outside, landing in a heap!

Alan Ducard: Chris Turner is letting it all loose here...he just took Crash out with a vicious spear.

Jimmy Yates: This man is so violent, you do not want to get on his bad side!

Bryan Harris: He should be locked up!

Chris Turner is hammering away on Crash outside the ring. Now Crazy Boy is stuck in the corner of The Diabolik, but Anselm takes Crash's place and he and Win start to stomp Crazy Boy. Laura has had enough. Laura leaps to the top turnbuckle, and in an incredible show of athleticism, she leaps off the turnbuckle and flies three-quarters of the way across the ring, and takes Anselm and Win down with a dropkick, hitting each man with one leg! Anselm and Win hit the mat like a ton of bricks, as the fans go crazy.

The announcers have no choice but to show a replay of Laura leaping to the top rope, and basically vaulting herself three-quarters of the way across the ring, and hitting the Diabolik totally by surprise. We go back to the live action, and we see Laura kneeling next to Crazy Boy, trying to help him up. The referee is leaning over the top rope, looking outside the ring. We can see Chris Turner and Crash now trading punches back and forth, left and right outside the ring, but neither is the legal man. The ref turns around, and sees Laura Seton there, and he yells at her to get back to her corner. After giving him a disgusted look, she complies. Next the referee orders Anselm back to his corner, so that once again Crazy Boy and James Win are in the ring.

Alan Ducard: What an incredible show of athleticism by the amazing Laura Seton!

Jimmy Yates: The amazing thing about Laura is that she is so young, and such a long career ahead of her still! She is only 27 you know...she turns 28 on February 12, next week!

Bryan Harris: If she keeps doing insane moves like that, she'll be in a wheelchair when her next birthday comes. You can't be leaping across the ring like that with no regard for your own safety, and last long in this business.

James Win staggers back to his feet, and pulls Crazy Boy up too. But thanks to the spectacular interference from Laura Seton, Crazy Boy has had a chance to catch his breath, and he is ready. Crazy Boy nails Win in the middle of the ring with a forceful palm thrust, which sends Win staggering backward. Crazy Boy nails Win with a second palm thrust to the gut this time, folding him up. Crazy Boy picks Win up over his shoulders, and staggers to the middle of the ring with Win across his shoulders. With the loud approval of the fans, Crazy Boy starts to spin, around and around and around!

Alan Ducard: Hang on, it's the CRAZY SPIN!

Jimmy Yates: This usually leads to Crazy Boy going for the Samoan Drop!

Bryan Harris: It usually leads me to feeling sick, watching all that spinning around. Besides, what is he doing this move for, he's not even Samoan!

Sure enough, Crazy Boy vaults backward with all his strength, and flattens Win with the Samoan Drop, finishing off the Crazy Spin! Rather than going for a cover, he staggers to his feet, and stumbles to his corner, making the TAG in to Laura Seton! Laura instantly climbs to the top rope again, and as flashbulbs go off all over the arena, she comes off with a splash on the fallen James Win! Laura stays on top for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Gryffin Anselm breaks up the count at the last minute, interrupting what would have been a three count for sure. Laura Seton leaps to her feet, and before Anselm can protect himself, she leaps into the air and hammers him upside the head with "The High Hurdle" her patented enziguari kick! As soon as Anselm hits the mat, Chris Turner reaches into the ring from outside, and drags Anselm outside!

Chris Turner is now taking turns belting Crash and Anselm outside the ring. Seeing that she is clear, Laura Seton pulls the still semi-conscious James Win to his feet, and locks him up in a full nelson. She holds him in place for a minute, and then hooks her leg sideways through his, and propels him forward face first, smashing him to the mat at full speed!

Perfection...and Laura makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The fans cheer their hearts out, while Anselm and Crash are still brawling outside the ring with Turner, so they do not even see what has happened. Crazy Boy darts around to even the odds at two each, while "Gunboat" by Vixtrola starts to play and the referee holds Laura's arm high over her head.

Loco: Teddy, I thought you said you LOCKED IT

T.Rex: I did.

Arch Angel: Guess again.

Kumquat Kid glances at his gun.

KK: If I shoot Loco with this, does that mean the potato gets the money?

The two groups of men continue to stare each other down, each ready to come to blows at any moment.

Moxley: Relax Jay, we're not really here for the money -- Just bring us to the trophy case and no one gets hurt

Loco Grabs a folding chair and folds it up. Brandishing it as he eyeballs the three. He shakes his head.

Loco Martinez: It’s not here. So, scurry off three stooges. Better luck next week.

Moxley: I-It’s not here?

Loco gestures grandly.

Loco Martinez: Look around, dip sh*t. We didn't bring it tonight.

Moxley: Thwarted!! Vile Knave!! You tell that dark master of yours - and yes I mean the trophy case. His. Days. Are. NUMBERED!!

Loco looks around and takes a deep breath letting it out slowly, trying to relax himself.

Loco Martinez: You have 10 seconds to get the hell out of this room. You want the trophy case? You get your opportunity at 11th hour. Tell Jen X I'll see her there. Now get out before I have Anarchy play an old fashion game of "Nerd Toss".

CB: 10 seconds? Herb, I just fought a match, and I think we can take these guys out before he gets to six.

Moxley: I think we should stand down for now... We're not here to brawl with my old friend... Fare well until the Eleventh Hour, Sir Loco.

Moxley suddenly dives into a locker and steals 1 flip flop. The members of The Cirque de MoFo all take a defensive posture at Moxley's sudden movement.

Moxley: Until then enjoy bathing with one foot in the muck!!!

Herbert cackles as he, Ryan and Tyrone run off.

Moxley: Victory is OURS!

KK: *off in the distance* VIVA LA KUMQUAT!!

CB: *even further off* VIVA LA FLIP FLOP!!

The men left in the locker room look at one another somewhere between amused and confused. T.Rex turns to Loco.

T.Rex: They took your flip flop.

Loco shakes his head.

Loco Martinez: Wasn't mine. That filthy thing was in here when we got here. I threw it in the locker ‘cuz I was sick of looking at it.

... And Teddy? This time make SURE the door is locked!

Andrew Kelley: Hello and Welcome. Tonight, Stephen Rawlings has agreed to participate in a short interview, held by yours truly.

He looks at Stephen.

Andrew Kelley: Stephen, at the upcoming Pay Per View- Eleventh hour, you will be squaring off in a tag match against Cronos Diamante and Ron Bailey, with your fellow Entourage member, John James, in your corner. What are your thoughts on that?

Stephen Rawlings: Do I have to have thoughts? I mean.... The formula for this match is simple. We have a crazy person, a couple of sidekicks, and then a wrestling ICON. No... I don't think I need to think about the match. I'll just go into the ring, out wrestle, out smart, outshine, and out last both guys, make me the victor. And I'll even try to make James look good, God knows he could use it.

Andrew Kelley: You are trying to unite Entourage. Isn't the way you're talking about your partner going to work in a negative way?

From the look on his face, you can tell that Rawlings thinks the question is idiotic.

Stephen Rawlings: No, of course not. I believe he is smart enough to realize the truth about himself. That I'm saying those things to be mean spirited or what have you, it's about tough love.

Having a bit of trouble understanding the response, Andrew Kelley decides to continue.

Andrew Kelley: Ok, and you're not worried that Cronos might bring his axe into the mix?

Stephen Rawlings: Andy.... If he wants to bring his axe to the match... Let him! I'll just take it from him and shove it up his @ss.

He looks into the camera.

Stephen Rawlings: I want THE ENTIRE roster to listen to me. And I want to actually HEAR me, not just ignore me like usual.

There’s a brief pause before Stephen continues. He wants to make sure you’re listening. Turn up the volume, quick.

Stephen Rawlings: I am done playing around. I am done working in a circus. In a place represented by clowns. I am tired of people being angry with me for being technically perfect. I didn't get here JUST by shear ability, though it did help. I got here by training so hard that I got a GYM named after me for being there so much. It's what makes me the way that I am. And I'm tired of people all over this stupid company trying to change that. Trying to cheat to beat me. Trying to question my honor in the worst of situations. Try to make me look like a fool. It is done.

As he pauses briefly again, Rawlings begins shaking his head slowly.

Stephen Rawlings: I am not allowed to have fear. I am not allowed to feel pain. I am not allowed to slow down... And most importantly, it is forbidden to be anything less than perfect. And I won’t... So let Cronos bring as many toys as he wants. Let Bailey cry as much as HE wants. I don't care about either of them. It's just ANOTHER match with guys I've already beaten. It's an intermission to my next title match... So Loco... You BETTER keep that title... Because as much as I'd love to beat the sh*t out of X, or Mox, or Ox, or Chicken Pox for it, It would be THAT much sweeter if it's you... And I wouldn't JUST beat you.... I'd make you bleed. I'd make you cry... I'd maybe even make you scream I quit. So Loco.... Be prepared.... I will be coming for you... or X.... Or Mox... or who ever else decides to win the belt. Cronos/Bailey? The Axe?... Hah! Who cares!

He shoves the mic away and walks off screen.

Bryan Harris: It was a bad loss for John, and I don’t blame him for wanting to get redemption for it. He underestimated Kumquat Kid, and since then everyone’s been acting like the Citrus Fanatic is some great competitor, and John’s taking it upon himself to prove that Ryan Lewis is nothing but a joke!

Alan Ducard: On the other hand, Kumquat Kid has been in a couple impressive matches since then, defeating Adam Davis and then coming up short against Devastation in a bid that almost ended up with the Tao of Valor Champion around his waist.

Jimmy Yates: If Kumquat Kid can pick up another victory against John Thomas here tonight, I’d venture to guess that the front office will be very high on him going into Eleventh Hour.

Bryan Harris: I’m just glad that the Tao of Valor Championship match for the pay per view is already set, because if Kumquats got put into that somehow after tonight’s show, I’d be very disappointed.

Alan Ducard: Both John and Ryan are looking at this match with some importance, so let’s get to the footage to see what transpired.

Bryan Harris: There’s Fudrucker to break things up with the rope break.

Alan Ducard: John releases the arm, but he’s not quite done with him just yet!

Immediately after he releases the armbar, John Thomas starts peppering Kumquat Kid with rights and lefts, then he pushes forward, sending Kumquat Kid’s torso up over the top rope.

Jimmy Yates: Kumquat Kid’s in a bit of trouble here early on, with his leg caught in between the ropes.

As Jacob tries to free Kumquat’s leg, John Thomas shoves him backwards, getting some boos from the fans, then quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. Before reacting to John shoving him, Fudrucker watches as John Thomas walks over to the time keeper’s table, shoving a ring attendant out of his seat, then grabbing the steel chair.

Alan Ducard: What in the bloody hell is John up to?

Bryan Harris: Oh I think we all know the answer to that, and you can bet he’s not going to be sitting down!

With Kumquat Kid hanging by his leg still stuck in the ropes, John folds up the chair, arches back and drills his opponent in the shoulder.

Crowd: OOOOHHH!!!

Jimmy Yates: And he’s not done!!

Using the top edge of the chair, John jams it square into the shoulder joint, causing Kumquat Kid to yell out in pain, audible well over the sound of the bell, which started ringing as soon as Jacob Fudrucker ended the match following the first chairshot.

John Thomas: NO! No way! This guy… this PATHETIC waste of space… he doesn’t win ANYTHING! NOT TONIGHT! NOT AGAINST ME!

Turning around, John Thomas tosses the chair into the ring and thumps the microphone into the side of Kumquat’s head, which has been hanging upside down for a minute at this point.

John Thomas: THIS… this wasn’t a match, this was a LESSON… a lesson that’s NOT OVER!

Hopping up onto the apron, John tosses the mic over the top rope into the ring and then helps dislodge Kumquat’s leg, then kicks and stomps him a few times, forcing him back into the ring where he joins him a moment later. Reaching down, John picks up the chair again.

Alan Ducard: No, John… there’s no need for more…

Trying to stop the assault from continuing, Jacob Fudrucker steps in front of John, but Thomas arches back with the chair and threatens to hit the referee, causing Jacob to scamper away. Spotting Kumquat Kid starting to get up off the mat, John turns and swings and drives the chair once again into Ryan’s shoulder, collapsing him to the mat. Picking up the mic, John leans down again.

John Thomas: You think you can hang with me in this ring?! I DON’T!!!

John stomps down on the shoulder, getting more boos.

John Thomas: You think you got a win over me that was worth a DAMN!? I DON’T!!!

Another stomp, and then John tucks the microphone into the waistband of his ring attire pants, then takes the chair in two hands and drives its top edge straight down into Kumquat’s shoulder, causing him to once again yell out in pain. This time John tosses the chair backwards.

Jimmy Yates: WHY is no one coming out here to help Kumquat Kid?!

Bryan Harris: You can bet that Arch Angel and T.Rex are backstage doing some quality blocking!

Taking the microphone out of his pocket, John gets down to one knee.

John Thomas: You… and me… Eleventh Hour. Tonight was a lesson… Chicago will be the match I should’ve given you weeks ago… One filled with pain… and ending with you tapping out our looking up at the lights unable to move.

Standing back up, John Thomas throws the microphone downwards, sending it right into the back of the shoulder of his opponent before leaving the ring to a huge chorus of boos from very disapproving fans.

J-Mo: Dude, what do you want?

Entragian steps forward, casually leaning up against a section of the doorframe while crossing his arms. The albino wears his stark white “IVORY TERROR” tights along with bleached rattlesnake skin wrestling boots. His upper body is bare, a pale mass of muscle twisted with god knows how many old scars, not to mention the winding barbwire tattoo that runs down his right arm and the leering face of The Grim Reaper needled into one of his pecs.

Entragian: Just to talk, Justin. Now obviously, I don’t like you, you don’t like me, it’s a mutual dislike, but that’s all beside the point right now. You’ll have your chance to make me eat my words regarding your family later in the night when we step into the ring, but right now, I’m here for your benefit…

Moreno then turns his attention to "The Pale Plague".

J-Mo: My benefit, huh? Well, brah, I'm all ears to hear how this could be for MY benefit.

Entragian: Allow me to elaborate. You have in your hands an opportunity, Moreno. The opportunity to pick a poison, any poison at all, for Derek Shane. Any match your little heart could desire, the choice is in your grasp.

Issac pauses, adjusting the No Limits Championship around his waist.

Entragian: I offer you a suggestion. Did you happen to see what I did to Shane at Strife 46? I strung him up like a deer carcass, HIGH above the ring. Oh how he screamed, Justin…it was a terrifying experience for him. You see, Shane has quite the fear of heights, that’s something you can use, something you can use to orchestrate his destruction.

Moreno pauses to think about this for a moment before answering.

J-Mo: Heights, you say? Come to think of it, I do recall him trying to use wire-cutters at DFG '08 because he was scared of heights... so what do you have in mind? Ladder? Ultimate X?

Entragian rubs his chin, a wrinkle appearing on his brow as he seems to really consider these options. After a moment he smoothes his white hair back from his brow, turning his gaze back to J-Mo with a sparkling smile on his face.

Entragian: I was thinking a scaffold match. Take him to the place where he’s the most vulnerable, take it to the skies. Afterall, that’s where you’re at your best, Justin.

Issac lean forward, the tone if his voice lowering an octave or two.

Entragian: And just to clarify, you may be asking yourself, why is this monster helping me? I’m not, Justin. I’m helping ME. I just want to see you two tear each other apart in the most dangerous of environments, that’s the equivalent of seeing a really good movie at the theater for me. Plus I want to see if Shane really has transformed, or if he’s pulling the wool over all of our eyes with yet another acting shtick.

Issac shrugs, taking hold of the door while moving backwards.

Entragian: It’s just a suggestion, J-Mo. Take it as you will. The choice is ultimately yours.

Entragian suddenly raises a hand to his nose, twiddling his thumbs against his nostrils and bugging his eyes out dramatically.

Entragian: Gotta run, J-Mo. That nose candy is a real killer. See you in the ring tonight.

Issac grants Moreno a final sarcastic wink, and then makes his exit, closing the door behind him.

Jimmy Yates: When I first heard about this one, I was a little confused as to how the teams got put together, because they’re not exactly logical.

Bryan Harris: You know what, Jimbo? Sometimes a little chaos helps things settle out. Make some koolade? Gotta stir it all up to have things come out right. Bakin’ cookies? Toss it all in the bowl and mix it up.

Alan Ducard: We’ve seen some interaction between Herb Moxley and HgH, but they don’t necessarily see eye to eye on how to conduct themselves. And Cronos Diamante is certainly not on the same page as any of those three.

Bryan Harris: That crazy guy isn’t on the same planet as most people, let alone on the same page…

Jimmy Yates: On the other side of the ring, you’ve got Stephen Rawlings and the Agents of Destiny, none of whom are particularly well liked, but this is the first time they’ve had to team up, and frankly, Rawlings doesn’t always play well with others.

Alan Ducard: Neither does X-Calibur, LEGACY’s resident lone-wolf, but from what we saw at the End of Year Awards show, it’s quite possible that X-Calibur and the Agents of Destiny might get along quite well. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if X-Calibur tried his hand at group-play and sided with Mirage and his clan.

Alan Ducard: Goodness!! He was clear across the ring and he still connected!!

Rawlings goes for a cover but Cronos kicks out instinctively from the pin after one. Bringing Cronos to his feet, Rawlings is met with resistance as Cronos throws an elbow into his mid-section that connects. Rawlings doubles over momentarily, but it is just enough time to give Cronos the advantage. Setting up the former World Champion for a powerbomb, Cronos lifts him up in the air. Just as he is about to bring him down for the bomb however, Rawlings counters by falling back with a hurricanrana, toppling the much bigger Cronos down onto his cranium.

Jimmy Yates: Excellent counter by Rawlings.

Bryan Harris: Rawlings showing why quickness, more oft than not, can trump pure power and size.

Mirage applauds this with a golf-clap, moderately impressed by the lightning quick counter, as Lucien Gray simply stands with his arm outstretched, ready to be tagged into the match. X-Calibur simply stands on the apron, his eyes dead-locked with Herb Moxley across the ring, who appears to be a little worried about X-Calibur’s stare.

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur looks like he wants to flat out commit homicide here.

Jimmy Yates: I think he’s looking for a preview to Eleventh Hour, Alan. He’s made it clear that this is the only thing he cares about in the match.

Bryan Harris: If I were the nerd, I’d be chafing in my limited edition, William Shatner autographed, theme audio undies right now.

As soon as he gets to his feet, Rawlings makes a leap across the ring, smacking palms with Lucien Gray. Slowly stepping through the middle and top rope, Lucien Gray measures up Cronos who is slowly getting to all fours. Running forward, Gray connects with a King Kong Bundy styled kick to the ribs that sends a smack echoing through out the arena.

Alan Ducard: Oh my!

Right next to the ropes, Conrad Kirk of HGH smacks Cronos’ shoulder and tags himself in. The six foot six, nearly three-hundred pound hoss of mass does not appear to be intimidated by the masked pseudo-serial killer the slightest bit. Lucien digs his feet into the mat and motions for Conrad to try and knock him over. Conrad yells “F*** THAT SH**!”, garnering a laugh from the audience and lunges forward with a big left hand that rocks Lucien back. Spinning around, Conrad’s knuckles connect into the side of Lucien’s mask with a spinning back fist that crumples the big man down into the second rope.

Alan Ducard: I think Lucien underestimated the size of Conrad Kirk! He almost bloody knocked him out!!

Lunging forward, Conrad pulls Lucien forward, back to an upright position after leaning on the middle and top ropes. Pulling him forward, he goes for an irish whip but this is countered through sheer strength by Lucien. Conrad into the ropes, and on the rebound he goes for a clothesline... but Lucien bum rushes him and sends him down to the mat with a vicious Vader sized body blow.

Pulling Conrad back up from the mat, Lucien holds onto his wrist and sends him back down with a short-arm clothesline. The impact of Lucien’s arm and Conrad’s upper body sends a smacking sound reverberating through out the arena. Lucien refuses to let go of Conrad’s wrist though, and brings him up to his feet once again. Looking for another clothesline, Lucien reaches back and connects with a clothesline that was even harder than the last. Conrad, looking almost unconscious on the mat, is dragged to his feet by the wrist once again. Looking for a third clothesline Lucien swings for the fences... but this time whiffs as his target ducks instinctively. Diving into the ropes, Conrad leaps off the rebound at the same time Lucien turns around and he connects with a Thesz press that sends the big monster down flush against the canvas.

Lucien eats rights and lefts before Conrad finally pulls himself off of him. For added measure, he drops a big leg drop, softening Lucien up a little more before finally tagging out to Herb Moxley. The nerd begins climbing to the top and the crowd goes crazy. Immediately reaching the top, Moxley shouts, “Wen Gardien Leviosa!”, and leaps with a superfly splash from the top rope. Landing square onto Lucien, Quattro makes it to the count of two before being lifted into the air like a bench press and tossed right over Ross Quattro.

Alan Ducard: Lucien’s strength is SCARY!

Jimmy Yates: I’ll say.

Moxley back up to his feet after being unceremoniously thrown off of Lucien, and he’s waiting for Lucien to get to his feet. As Lucien gets to his feet, Moxley connects with a dropkick that rocks the big man back into the ropes. Grabbing Lucien for an irish whip, Gray reverses and sends Moxley into the ropes. Gray rushes forward with another body crusher, but Moxley rolls out of the way. Lucien turns around again, and Moxley hops onto one foot with both his arms over his head.

Jimmy Yates: Super Sweet Ninja Kick!!!

Moxley connects with the crane kick, but Lucien’s big frame refuses to go down again. Rocking him back, Moxley signals to the crowd for something and grabs Lucien’s head in a three-quarter necklock.

Alan Ducard: Here it comes! The Dragon Slayer!!

Pointing to the opposite corner, Moxley runs with Lucien’s head tightly situated in his arm and shoulder. But as soon as he reaches the turnbuckle, X-Calibur climbs to the top and CATCHES Moxley’s legs in a powerbomb position on the top rope. X-Calibur lifts him up from Lucien’s grasp, leaps off the top and CONNECTS with a super powerbomb that rocks the foundations of the arena.

Alan Ducard: MY GOD!!! MOXLEY IS DEAD!!!

Half of the arena explodes into a cheer as the remainder expresses their displeasure over the sentimental favorite being powerbombed practically to hell. X-Calibur quickly rolls out of the ring to his corner and as soon as he does, Gray gets up to his feet. Looking at both X-Calibur and his Agents of Destiny leader Mirage, he makes the decision to tag in Mirage. Looking at moxley, Mirage shakes his head “no”, mouthing, “Absolutely not.”.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like Mirage doesn’t want to fight Moxley!

Alan Ducard: One can only wonder WHY he doesn’t want to fight Moxley..

Stepping into the ring for the first time in the match, Mirage then looks over at X-Calibur who is practically salivating at the mouth to follow up on his powerbomb with Moxley. Mirage tags X-Calibur in, and half of the arena explodes into cheers while the other half is solidly behind Moxley. X makes a bee-line for Herb Moxley on the mat. Instead of going for the cover, X throws stiff kicks to the ribs, back, and face, even busting open Moxley’s lip in the process.

Bryan Harris: Finally, the nerd is getting what’s owed to him!! Too bad its coming from X-Calibur...

Jimmy Yates: Stop. We get it. You hate “good guys”.

X-Calibur roughly brings Moxley to his feet, who stumbles to one knee momentarily before being ripped up to both feet by the former World Champion. X ruggedly throws him into the ropes, and on the rebound X runs towards Moxley and catches him with a lifting tackle. Only instead of slamming him down to the canvas, he turns his back towards the ropes and DROPS, snapping Moxley’s throat down against the top rope with a stun gun. Moxley awkwardly collapses down to the mat but X-Calibur shakes his head, motioning that he’s not finished with the nerd.

Lifting him back to his feet, Moxley finds it within himself to throw some desperate elbows and lifters. X is actually rocked back by these, allowing Moxley the opportunity to gain some momentum. Moxley runs back into the ropes and leaps with a cross-body block, but X-Calibur jumps with BOTH of his knees extended upwards and falls back to the mat, delivering a CRUSHING double-knee stomach breaker to Herb Moxley. Mirage gives a sarcastic golf-clap claps at this display, to which X-Calibur smirks and hooks a leg for the cover.

One!!

Two!!

Out of NOWHERE Joey Shepard connects with a somersault leg drop across X’s neck after springboarding to the top rope!!

Alan Ducard: Blimey!! Where did that ruddy lad come from?!

Jimmy Yates: Looks like “White Boy” saw the near fall coming and decided to springboard. Talk about quick, decisive action coming from the rookie.

All of a sudden, as Joey rolls X-Calibur over onto his back, Conrad Kirk enters the fray much to Quattro’s chagrin. Conrad and Joey motion something to one another and Conrad lifts his partner up into a complex looking maneuver known as the Kryptonite Krunch.

Bryan Harris: What the HELL are they doing?!?

Leaping forward, Conrad drives Joey’s head and upper back down into X-Calibur like a sharp stiletto into flesh, impaling the man on the ground with the innovative double team maneuver. The crowd goes into a frenzy from this double team action, and Stephen Rawlings has apparently had enough of it.

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell, Quattro is losing control of this one QUICK!

Climbing into the ring, Rawlings dives forward with a somersault attack on the much taller Conrad, knowing full well that Conrad was going to use his upper body strength to pull Rawlings upwards into a powerbomb position. Seeing three steps ahead of Conrad, Rawlings immediately hooked Conrad’s arm for a DDT once Conrad pulled him up, Rawlings squeezed and DROPPED Conrad head first into the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: WOW!! That was a BEAUTIFUL cruiserweight-styled DDT!!

Rawlings didn’t have time to enjoy the impact, however, as Cronos had now entered the fray and LEVELED Rawlings down to the canvas with a VICIOUS clothesline!!

Bryan Harris: Now Cronos is mixing it up... throw it out, Ross!!

Jimmy Yates: He just might, Bryan. He just might..

With all of this battle-royal-esque chaos going on,. Mirage looks on from the outside apron and shakes his head, chuckling at the disorder. Moxley, meanwhile, sees X-Calibur on the mat from the double-team maneuver from HGH earlier and slowly crawls over on top of him for the cover...

ONE!!
Alan Ducard: This is it!!

TWO!!

Jimmy Yates: No way!!

THR-

Bryan Harris: He got him!!

The ref waves it off as X-Calibur managed to get a shoulder up just in the nick of time.

Alan Ducard: He didn’t get him!! X kicked out!! X kicked out!!

Just as Joey Shepard stepped back outside, Moxley makes the tag out to him. With Joey as confused with the escalating chaos as Ross Quattro was, Joey stepped back into the ring, not entirely sure of who the legal man was.

Jimmy Yates: Who IS the legal man here?!

Alan Ducard: I believe it’s X, but I’m not entirely sure.

With Cronos throwing down with Rawlings, and Conrad and Lucien gray battling outside near the barricade, X-Calibur groggily gets back to his feet and makes the tag to Mirage, who has yet to be tagged into the match by anybody. X is about to step between the ropes to the outside when he looks over at Rawlings and Cronos trading fists with one another in the ring. X hunkers down to one knee and gets behind Cronos. Motioning for Rawlings to turn Cronos around in his direction, Rawlings cleverly ducks like someone was coming at them which then causes Cronos to instinctively turn around. X leaps up...

Alan Ducard: X-TERMINATOR ON CRONOS!!

X-Calibur is back on the mat, and with Rawlings talking trash to Cronos, a snake-like smile crawls across X-Calibur’s face. Hunkering down behind Rawlings, the fans anticipate it coming a mile away. Rawlings turns around and...

Jimmy Yates: X-TERMINATOR ON RAWLINGS!!

The fans POP as Rawlings hits the mat face first and rolls to the outside with some help by X-Calibur’s feet.

Bryan Harris: What the HELL?! That’s his own teammate!!

Alan Ducard: They might be partners, but with Rawlings’ comments over the course of the week, there’s certainly been no love lost between those two.

With X-Calibur jaw-jacking a little bit at Rawlings on the outside, Joey Shepard took it upon himself to springboard to the top rope again. Leaping forward with a swan-dive, X-Calibur turns around just in the nick of time... and within the blink of an eye...

Bryan Harris: X-TERMINATOR ON WHITE BOY!!!

Alan Ducard: My GOD!!! Out of nowhere!!! Out of nowhere!!! He caught him in mid-air!!!

Quickly seizing the moment, Mirage drops to his knees and makes a lazy lateral cover, not even bothering to hook Joey’s leg.

One!!

Two!!

Three!!

Bryan Harris: He got him!!!

Alan Ducard: That SNAKE. He didn’t lift a FINGER this whole match, yet he’s the one who gets the pin!!

Jimmy Yates: Somehow, I can’t help but think Mirage planned it that way, Alan.

He hunkers down to one knee.

Mirage gets up to his feet, with his hands being raised in victory.

Mirage turns around... seeing X-Calibur poised for another X-Terminator, Mirage jerks back out of harm’s way, but X-Calibur doesn’t even move. X-Calibur holds up his thumb and index finger an inch apart from one another and mouths, “This close.” to Mirage, who scoffs and shakes his head, obviously angered that he was seconds and centimeters away from being drilled to the mat.

Alan Ducard: Very interesting... why didn’t X-Calibur hit him with it?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know. But it’s obvious that he could’ve if he wanted to.

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*Static*

Monikers fly across the tron screen to herald the arrival of

“The Can’t Miss Kid”

“The Next Superstar”

“One in a Million”

“Limitless Potential”

Matthew Dawson

“The Highlight of the Night”

“Touch, Peel, Stand” by Days of the New hits the public address system, and the St. Louis crowd immediately jeers the arrival of The Highlight of the Night and Elena Pisk at the top of the rampway. Dawson is wearing a burgundy suit with silver shirt and burgundy tie. Pisk has wrapped her beautiful curves in a burgundy dress with silver trim at the waist and neck to accentuate her hips and the low plunging neck line of her outfit. Matthew and Elena take their sweet time getting to the ring, soaking up the hatred of the crowd, almost as if were just the appetizer before the main course. Elena carries with her a large package wrapped in “ENTOURAGE” wrapping paper, complete with a bow.

Upon arriving at the ring, Dawson spreads the ring ropes for Elena, but she takes her time bending down and crawling through, giving the crowd a good look at what they would never in a million years possess. Once inside the ring, Dawson steps to the middle of it and raises both arms out, motioning to the crowd that he wanted more and they oblige him showering him with torrents of jeers.

Alan Ducard: Well the LEGACY fans certainly aren’t happy about the arrival of Matthew Dawson here at ringside.

Bryan Harris: They’re just jealous that they aren’t ELITE like The Highlight of the Night and Elena. If I weren’t an ELITE announcer I just might be jealous too.

Jimmy Yates: Would you stop! You aren’t a member of THE ENTOURAGE.

Bryan Harris: You know I did receive an award at the 2008 awards – where is your award Jimbo?

Alan Ducard: It looks like Dawson wants to speak, so as much as I know I’ll regret this, let’s listen to what he has to say.

HOTN: You know when LEGACY asked me to appear here tonight, I almost declined. I mean why in the world would someone ELITE as myself bother showing up in this hole? I mean your claim to fame is a crappy little arch which serves only to mark the gateway out of this dump– oh and let’s not forget the freaking stench coming off that cesspool of a river of which you’re so proud. Seriously, you’d think this was Jersey if you were going by smell alone.

The crowd begins an “asshole” chant as Elena holds her nose for a moment, and Dawson shivers in feigned disgust. However, after a bit of a chuckle, Dawson decides to continue.

HOTN: However, I started thinking with all the pollution lurking in those putrid waters, a great number of you sitting in this audience must be brain damaged, just like Moreno’s kid, or have hormonal disorders like Laura Seton. With those kinds of unfortunate disabling conditions, you will NEVER achieve the ELITE status of THE ENTOURAGE. So, being the benevolent perfection that we are, Elena and I decided to accept LEGACY’s invitation to come here tonight to try and bring you just a glimpse of the greatness that you will you will NEVER obtain – but at least you can now tell your mutant children – nay, your mentally challenged hermaphroditic grandchildren that you were in fact at one time in your lives in the presence of TRUE greatness.

The crowd is positively LIVID at this point, and they start really giving Dawson hell with a gargantuan “asshole” chant now. Elena walks over to The Highlight of the Night and puts her hands over Dawson’s ears to protect him from such an unwarranted, ungrateful reaction, which only causes the fans to get louder and louder.

HOTN: Yes TRUE greatness. I stand before you as a king awaiting my crown, but my coronation approaches. At Eleventh Hour I will be face Devastation for the ToV Championship – MY CHAMPIONSHIP, and at the end of the night, I will have the gold I so richly deserve. Yes, the title I DESERVE. I know “Grumpy Pants” X-Calibur says he’s doesn’t appreciate that I act like I’m owed success. Well, maybe instead of using that cash to put up a bounty on Joke-o Martinez he should have invested in some help with that learning disability of his, because sans that mental impairment he would have recognized the fact that I was SCREWED out of my ToV Title by Cronos Diamante – and in similar fashion to the little tiff he and Joke-o were having.

Dawson shakes his head in a manner that says “how do people not see the obvious”.

HOTN: Considering the facts at hand, I find it absolutely egregious that I had to wait to receive my rematch with Devastation. I shouldn’t have had to challenge him – the title shot should have been granted me IMMEDIATELY.

Dawson really does seem miffed about the delay, and he motions for Elena to bring the package over.

HOTN: Alas, with all of the delays, with all of the impediments of having to carry Main Events with clowns who obviously aren’t in my league – I have overcome, and my championship moment is at hand. At Eleventh Hour I will become ToV Champion in one of the greatest moments in wrestling history, to begin one of the greatest eras in wrestling history. However, this monumental occasion wouldn’t be entirely possible without one other man, the loser to my victor – and I would like for him to come out here right now – the stepping stone to my ToV Championship – Devastation!

There is silence for a long time as every eye in the arena turns to the entryway. The anticipation continues to grow and for a moment, it looks like the Tao of Valor champion won’t come out and then abruptly the lights cut to black and Iron Man by Black Sabbath booms through the building to a thunderous ovation from the capacity crowd. A spotlight comes down on the entrance and then moments later Devastation himself walks through the curtain as the St. Louis crowd comes UNGLUED for their hometown hero.

Alan Ducard: It looks like the Tao of Valor champion is actually going to come out here and indulge Dawson in this nonsense. I personally wouldn’t if I was him but I’m sure he’s got something up his sleeve.

Bryan Harris: As if we needed more of the Baron of Boring on our television screens! He’s boring me right now Alan. I’m about to go to sleep just watching this guy walk to the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Would you shut up Bryan! Really, just shut up for once. Nobody wants to hear it! This is St. Louis, this is Devastation’s town, and this crowd is ALIVE.

Clad in a pair of loose fitting faded blue jeans and a red St. Louis Cardinals long sleeved mock turtleneck, Devastation approaches the ringside area cautiously, not once taking his eyes off the man that called him out here tonight. He walks up the ring steps and slowly ducks in between the top and middle ropes, his face a picture of suspicion as he looks over Matthew Dawson and his cohorts.

The crowd picks up in volume as the music dies down. An ENORMOUS Devastation chant rings out from the masses here in St. Louis as Devastation stares down Matthew Dawson.

DE-VA-STA-TION (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

DE-VA-STA-TION (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

DE-VA-STA-TION (Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap)

Matthew Dawson looks around the sold out crowd in disgust before raising his microphone up once more and talking over the crowd, who soon quiet back down.

HOTN: Now, “Champ” thank you for finally showing the spine to step up and accept my challenge for the ToV Title, and thank you for coming out here right now because in order for me to show my appreciation for your participation in my ascension to champion … I have a little something for you. Elena … bring the Baron of Boring my token of appreciation.

Elena comes forward with the package, and hands the large package to Devastation who grips it and looks suspiciously at it, hesitant (and with good reason) to open it.

HOTN: Come on now “Champ” no tricks, Scout’s Honor.

Devastation unwraps the package, and he holds before him a painting – a great painting, the image of which is flashed up on the LEGACY-Vision for the crowd to see. There Devastation holds in his hands a true masterpiece –a painting of The Highlight of the Night, a spotlight shining down upon him, holding the ToV Title up in victory as he stands over the body of a fallen Devastation.

This ENRAGES the crowd in attendance and they begin to boo Matthew Dawson without mercy while Devastation looks down at the painting. He’s seething at this point, barely controlling his anger and it’s obviously about to boil over. He looks up at Matthew Dawson, a look of utter contempt etched on his face as he glances at the man who will challenge him for the Tao of Valor belt at Eleventh Hour.

HOTN: Now, “Champ” you can put this on the mantle of your fireplace of your little shack so that you can always remember what is going to happen at Eleventh Hour. You can always remember the part you played in the coronation of the ToV Champion who is the future of industry. You can always relive the moment that the ELITE rose to power, and you can tell your grandchildren that in fact, your career was worthwhile, that you were a part of something that will stand the test of time – and that if you couldn’t be great, at least you could experience losing to greatness.

Dawson smirks at Devastation as Elena laughs at the larger man, and then there is a moment of silence as Devastation just GLARES at Dawson and a “De-va-sta-tion” chant echoes through the arena.

HOTN: Ummm … hello?

I’m waiting …

Dawson gets right up in Devastation’s face … waiting for a few more moments before speaking.

HOTN: God you’re just like these ill-mannered, classless punks in the audience – then again they are your people. Oh come on now, your dead daddy could teach you how to do a headlock, but he couldn’t teach you some manners before he kicked the bucket?

I believe you owe me a “thank-you” right about now.

Devastation’s face is crimson with anger right now. It looks as if Matt just pushed the wrong button and crossed the line as he glares at Dawson before shoving him backward a few steps.

HOTN: Hey, what the hell was tha…

Just then, Devastation lunges towards Matthew Dawson with the painting and SMASHES it over his head! The painting is obliterated as the Highlight of the Night crashes to the canvas with the broken picture frame around his neck. The crowd LOVES this and the decibel level of the cheering is off the charts. Elena Pisk stands stunned and at the same time terrified before scampering off outside the ring. Devastation meanwhile calmly walks over to the fallen Matthew Dawson who is crawling towards Elena Pisk outside the ring. Devastation grabs him and picks him up as the crowd ERUPTS.

Alan Ducard: And it looks like Devastation’s not finished yet!

Devastation picks up Matthew Dawson and hoists him over his shoulders, his body perpendicular to the canvas as he faces Devastation. Devastation hooks his arms around Matt and then DROPS him with the Decapitator. The crowd absolutely EXPLODES as Devastation stands over Matthew Dawson. Then after a moment or two, they begin a new chant.

ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!

Devastation smirks as he looks out over his hometown crowd and then picks up Matthew Dawson one more time.

Bryan Harris: He’s going to do it again! This is despicable!

Jimmy Yates: Despicable? Dawson taunting him about his deceased father is despicable. This … this is great! Matthew had this coming and it’s about time someone did it.

Devastation has Matthew Dawson set up for another Decapitator and walks around the ring with him for a minute while the crowd screams for him to drop him again. Devastation stops in the middle of the ring and then DRILLS Matthew with another Decapitator as the crowd erupts even more!

Devastation looks out over the capacity crowd, then calmly walks over to Matthew Dawson’s unconscious body, and grabs the microphone he was using from off the canvas. As he stands over Matt’s body, he looks down at Dawson and then out over the crowd. Then he raises the microphone and begins to speak.

Devastation: I think everyone here will agree with me when I tell you just where you can stick that stupid little painting of yours.

The crowd goes crazy at that comment, now in an absolute FRENZY. Devastation looks down at Matthew Dawson again and continues to speak.

Devastation: You always come out here and act all high and mighty. You act like you’re entitled to the world with your ignorant little elite act. Well I for one am sick and tired of it and I think everybody else is too.

The crowd erupts once more, obviously agreeing with the hometown icon. Devastation lets that go on for a few moments and then continues to speak.

Devastation: You want to insult me and my family? You want to disrespect me? That’s going to be your funeral Matt. We’re going to meet at Eleventh Hour and when we do, I’m going to beat some respect into you.

With that, Devastation throws the microphone down at Matthew Dawson and turns to walk out of the ring. The crowd explodes once more for the Tao of Valor champion as Black Sabbath’s Iron Man starts to play throughout the arena. Devastation ducks between the ropes and walks down the ring steps before heading back up the aisle.

Alan Ducard: What a reaction for the hometown hero, Devastation! These people love him and who can blame them after what we just seen tonight.

Jimmy Yates: You’re exactly right Alan. I’ll reiterate that Dawson has had that coming for a very long time and I’m glad someone finally put him in his place.

Bryan Harris: You two make me sick.

Andrew Kelley: Thanks for joining me this week, Del. I know you're focused on the Main Event tonight, but I'm guessing you also have a couple of issues on your mind right now.

DDC: You're damn right I do, Andrew. When the LEGACY tour stopped in Kansas City, a couple of things happened that could end up having a serious effect on me, and I wanted to address those things right now. Both of them are concerning the upcoming Pay Per View that will be happening in my birthplace, Chicago. It ain't my hometown, but Chicago has always been a second home to Diamond Del Carver, and there are things I want to say before we get there.

Andrew Kelley: What's that, Del?

DDC: Herbert J. Moxley.

Carver turns and looks into the camera.

DDC: What is one of the first things your parents teach you when you're a kid? It's one of the simplest, most basic lessons in life, and every person on this planet has learned that lesson, since the days of the caveman. That lesson is, you DON'T PLAY WITH FIRE. I want you to look at me, right now, Mox. Look at my face. This is the face of a man who is taking something very seriously. This is the face of a man who has a very important task ahead of him. This is the face of a man who has a goal, and he will let nothing distract him from that goal.

He pauses, and Carver’s mouth slowly forms into a bit of a smile. Just a bit.

DDC: I like you, Mox. You're a good kid. You've got balls. You're a lot of fun. However, now is not the time for fun. If you get booked in a lower or midcard match, against somebody you know you can beat...then you have fun. If you're wrestling on television, in a match that isn't going to affect how you are ranked, then you have fun. If you're wrestling on a house show, or an untelevised match, then you have fun.

He gets a little more serious.

DDC: You do NOT have fun when you are going to be in the Main Event of the biggest Pay Per View of the year. You do NOT make jokes when you're wrestling for the World Heavyweight Championship. You do NOT play with fire...or you get BURNED. And my friend, if you want to make jokes, and have a laugh, and have fun, that is well and good...but Moxley, I want you to remember this. When the bell rings in Chicago, and it's you, X-Calibur, Loco, and me in that ring? Fun time is OVER pal. So you had better be really careful that your mouth isn't writing checks your ass can't cash...because if you piss me off, or try and get in my way and stop me from taking that World Title in Chicago? I will put you in the damn ground, boy. Bank on it.

Andrew Kelley: You mentioned two things being on your mind, Del...

DDC: That's right I did. The second issue is another man who I will be seeing at Eleventh Hour. See, I don't need to talk about Loco, because I'll be getting my hands on him tonight. No, I want to say a few words to my old dear friend, X-Calibur.

X-Man, I'm going to ask this as simply as I can. What the HELL are you thinking? You put a bounty on the head of the World Heavyweight Champion? What's the matter, sport? You upset because Loco gave you a taste of your own medicine? Sure, you don't like Cirque Du Mofo, X-Calibur. Why should you? But let me ask you this, do the names "Instant Heat" or "Law & Order" ring a bell to you? I bet they do. You just might be haunted by your own past right now, X. You screwed over a lot of people in your day, and you took part in a lot of gang style beatings. I seem to remember a time I got beat down by a group of thugs in a locker room, and somebody wrote on me with a damn sharpie...and YOU were there.

He shakes his head a little in disgust.

DDC: So now the shoe is on the other foot, and you are the one with the unfair advantage against you. So what do you do? You don't come ask me for help. You don't try and find other guys on the LEGACY roster to help you stand up to Loco and his henchmen. No, you just put a price on Loco's head. Well guess what, hot shot? I have a problem with that. Why? I have a problem with that because it just so happens that I NEED Loco Martinez to show up in Chicago in one piece. Just because you can't beat him, just because you can't get the job done and win your belt back, that doesn't mean <i>I</i> can't. I can. I will. I am going to Chicago to become the World Heavyweight Champion, and if he doesn't make it there because of you, and your stupid bounty? Then guess what, X-Calibur? I'm going to be very, very upset.

If there’s a way to be fuming mad while keeping your calm, that’s Carver. You could almost expect some steam to come through his eyepatch.

DDC: I am now officially putting you on notice, X-Calibur. Screw you, and screw your stupid bounty. As of this moment, you are now officially the bodyguard for Loco Martinez. It is now your responsibility to make sure Loco gets to Chicago in one piece. Because if he doesn't? If I can't get to him and I don't get my World Heavyweight Title Shot?

Then I'm coming for YOU.

The crowd cheers loudly as Diamond Del Carver points into the camera intensely, and then walks away...

Jimmy Yates: Damien Black and Issac Entragian, they’ve been waging a war like two gladiators in the No Limits Division, and it is a heated blood feud. Their last battle saw Entragian stumble from the smoke and the rubble with the No Limits Championship still firmly in his grasp, but Black is not going to stop there.

Bryan Harris: He should, Jimbo. Entragian proved to the world that he is more sadistic of these two monsters, and Black coming back for seconds is a total kamikaze move on his part, if you want my humble opinion.

Alan Ducard: Let’s not overshadow the animosity brewing between Derek Shane and Justin Moreno fellas, these two are at each others throats too. It started with Shane and The Entourage terrorizing J-Mo and his family, and things escalated when Moreno snapped and brutally assaulted Shane, leaving him scarred.

Jimmy Yates: Since then things have taken a bizarre turn. Shane believed himself to be horribly disfigured, through some misplaced feeling of vanity. He purposely vanished from The Entourage during that period, and in another swerve sought out help from The Ivory Terror in an attempt to overcome his fears and become the monster he needs to be to defeat Moreno.

Bryan Harris: We’ve seen a very different Derek Shane as of late. After his No Limits match with Entragian, which saw Issac decimate Shane and leave him suspended above the ring via a chain, Shane emerged from the wreckage a changed man. Dressed from head to toe in black, his scar in open view, his eyes warped and twisted with crimson hatred. God only knows what kind of monster Entragian has created from the remains of this B-list actor.

Alan Ducard: There’s no real friendship between any of these men, but tonight they will be forced to work together if they hope to succeed in their respective teams. Black and Moreno vs. Entragian and Shane, let’s see how things went down.

Shane snags an arm around Damien’s thick neck, and falls straight down to the canvas, blasting Black’s skull into the mat with a DDT. Derek rises up to a sitting position, then stands fully upright, looking down at Black’s prone body with twisted red eyes.

Bryan Harris: I can’t get over this transformation Shane seems to be going through. Is it all an act, just Derek using his craft to fool the masses, or did Entragian act as Doctor Frankenstein in this situation and REALLY create a monster?

Alan Ducard: I wish I could answer that question Bryan. What I will say is that regardless of Shane’s mental status right now, he is proving to be very effective in that ring. Black is a dangerous creature, but Shane is really taking it to the Savior of Sadism, it’s like seeing a different man compared to the ragged Derek Shane that competed against Issac at Strife 46.

Derek drops his body down to the canvas and begins to simply choke Black, wrapping his hand around the big man’s throat and allowing his fingers to dig in deep, milking the ref’s five count for all it’s worth. Bower finally gets Shane to break the chokehold, with Derek capping it all off by standing back up and SMASHING a boot down into Black’s adam’s apple, grinding his heel back and forth a few times before backing off.

Jimmy Yates: I have to admit, I’m shocked. I never thought I would see Shane as such an aggressor against a competitor like Black, he is RELENTLESS in there.

Alan Ducard: Black needs to find a way to recover, buy himself a little breathing room, because right now he’s getting smothered.

Damien coughs against the mat, but this pause in the action is short-lived, Shane is right back on him, wrenching Damien up to his feet. Shane points directly at J-Mo on the apron, then snatches Damien by the hair and forces him over to one of the turnbuckles, proceeding to slam his face directly into the top turnbuckle. With Damien’s body drooping against the buckles, Shane backs up a few steps then races forward, body splashing himself right into Damien’s back.
Derek then grabs Damien by the shoulder, spinning him around and firing him up with an inverted atomic drop. Black staggers backwards while cradling his stomach and Derek takes advantage by ascending to the second rope.

Derek takes the leap of faith, looking for a double axe handle, but he’s blasted right out of the air by a spinning back fist from Black. The strike catches Shane across the cheek, and he crashes and burns against the canvas. Black sees his moment and takes it, ripping Derek up to his feet by the hair and beginning to slam palm strike after palm strike into his face and chest, driving him back against one of the turnbuckles.

Bryan Harris: Shane was in firm control for awhile there, but now it seems that Damien has finally found his opening, and just in time!

Jimmy Yates: Now we’re seeing why Damien Black is one of the best pure strikers in LEGACY today, so much strength behind those blows.

Damien keeps hammering Shane, now throwing standing headbutts into his face over and over again. Derek staggers, woozy, only for Damien to grab him by the arm and spin him around, crossing both arms across his open throat. Black wrenches back on Derek’s arms, then drops down to the canvas, crushing his knees into Shane’s spine.

Jimmy Yates: If there’s one move that will take the wind out of your sails for certain, it’s the Serial Driller. They call it a lungblower for a reason, Derek is GASPING for oxygen right now.

Alan Ducard: Damien hurting too though, he’s collapsed down to the canvas himself. Both men down, this is a critical point in the match; they need to make some tags.

Shane rolls to his corner, cradling his ribs, reaching up and allowing Issac to tag himself in. The great white demon stalks his way into the ring, making a beeline for Black, but it’s too late, Black made that last desperate leap and smacked his hand against Moreno’s palm, making J-Mo the legal man. Moreno makes a big entrance, hopping up to the top rope and springboarding himself off with a flying lariat that knocks Entragian flat.

Issac pushes back up to his feet, shaking his head back and forth, but J-Mo is already on the move again, hitting the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and bum rushing the albino, leaping up and snapping head down to the mat with an over the shoulder jawbreaker. Issac’s crumples down into a heap, one hand already moving down to nurse his jaw.

Jimmy Yates: Wow! Moreno has got The Ivory Terror reeling, he came into this match like a hot tamale on steroids.

Alan Ducard: Issac had some nasty things to say about Justin’s family earlier in the week, so I’m not surprised at the passion we’re seeing from J-Mo right now. He’s got his sights set on slaying this pale demon, and I say more power to him.

Once again Entragian attempts to rise, but Moreno is on him like a bee to honey.
The Surf City Show-Stealer unleashes on the monster with a series of stiff karate style kicks, followed by a flurry of rights and lefts, permitting Issac from even rising to a fully vertical position. Finally Entragian manages to make it all the way up, pushing Moreno square in the chest to give himself some room, and J-Mo responds with a BRUTAL pele kick that catches Issac right on the temple, causing the monster’s seven foot frame to crash back to the canvas like sack of bricks.

Bryan Harris: OUCH. I think even our viewers at home must of heard and felt that one.

Moreno kips right back up to his feet, smacking his chest and pumping his fist towards the heavens. The crowd cheers heartily, serenading J-Mo as he moves to one of the turnbuckle corners and leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Entragian is laid out flat on his back on the canvas, not moving an inch, while Moreno sets his feet, and then flies off the turnbuckle, flipping his body into a 450 rotation. Entragian’s response is lightning quick, he bounds up to a vertical base and leaps straight up into the air, flinging out a boot and connecting with a bicycle kick to Moreno’s sternum as he flips downward. J-Mo is still in flight as he takes the kick straight to the ribcage, sending him at least five feet across the ring where he comes to a very loud and unceremonious crash.

Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD! Did you see that?? That was like witnessing a car crash up close! Extreme Measures backfired completely!

Alan Ducard: That was nasty, Jimmy. Entragian obviously playing possum, biding his time for that opportune moment when he knew he could do the most damage. The force of that kick alone, from a man of Issac’s weight and height, could very well shatter a ribcage.

Bryan Harris: Well look at him, J-Mo’s cradling those ribs very tightly, could be a few broken already.

Entragian moves in on the downed high flyer, mocking him by planting the edge of his boot against J-Mo’s face and just kicking him across the cheek. Issac bends down; screaming at Moreno’s curled up body.

THE IVORY TERROR: LET’S SEE YOU FLY NOW, LITTLE SPARROW!

After spewing forth these toxic words Issac rears back up and raises his boot, STOMPING down on J-Mo’s ribs. Again, and again, and AGAIN! A tirade of stomps from Issac, starting with the ribs and then targeting every single part of J-Mo’s body. His arms, his hands, his legs, his upturned face. Entragian slams his boot into every single appendage he can find, cranking it back up after each stomp and pinpointing another body part.

Alan Ducard: This is classic Entragian. Look at the malice in that man’s cold green eyes as he stomps down on every piece of Moreno he can get to. It’s hard to watch folks…

Bryan Harris: J-Mo’s gonna be nothing but a red smear against the canvas if Issac keeps this up.

Finally Entragian backs up, raising a hand up to smooth back his hair and push it out of his face. His mouth is drawn down into a snarl, those eyes of his burning with white hot anger. Entragian closes the distance again, pulling J-Mo up to an agonized and bent over standing position, only to easily lift his weight up and whip him back down to the canvas with a gutwrench powerbomb.

Jimmy Yates: Scary power. I’ve got a feeling Issac’s goal right now is to pay Moreno back for that early barrage of offense. And knowing just how vindictive Issac can be, that does not bode well for Huntington Beach’s Most Xtreme.

Issac drops right back down, not letting up even for a second, violently yanking Moreno to his feet by the hair. Entragian irish whips Moreno into a neutral corner, then follows him in with a STIFF spear directly to J-Mo’s lower back. Moreno’s whole body seems to cringe and convulse slightly, but Issac’s not done, he backs up and then grabs J-Mo, lifting him up into something like an atomic drop position and placing him onto the top rope. A sick grin spreads across Issac’s face; he makes direct contact with Black and makes a cutthroat gesture, before latching a pale hand around Moreno’s throat and delivering a dynamic top tope chokeslam to the much smaller superstar, drilling him into the canvas like a ragdoll.

Alan Ducard: This is getting bad. Moreno can’t take much more of this assault, he’s become a sacrificial lamb, right now his only saving grace would be a tag to the much fresher Damien Black.

Bryan Harris: Why the rush, Alan? I’m enjoying this. This isn’t even a No Limits match, yet Entragian continues to dominate. This just goes to show you, weapons or no weapons, The Albino Abomination is as dangerous as they come.

Issac stalks after J-Mo, seeing that he’s begun to crawl towards his corner, where Black awaits with his hand outstretched as far as it’ll go. Entragian simply lets him crawl, actually kicking him forward a few inches towards his corner, and just when he’s INCHES away from making the tag, Issac snatches him up by the back of the tights and pulls him backwards, grinning at Black while shaking his head back and forth.

Jimmy Yates: Issac’s just toying with Moreno at this point, trying to see how frustrated he can make Black knowing that he is witnessing his partner being destroyed and he’s powerless to help.

Issac very slowly pulls Moreno up, only to wrap an arm around his neck and lock him up tight with a dragon sleeper. Entragian cinches in the submission deeply, then adding insult to injury he begins to hammer clubbing blows into J-Mo’s chest with his free hand, turning Moreno’s chest a fiery beet red. Bower’s right there, asking of Moreno wants to give it up, and J-Mo barely manages a weak “No.”

Entragian maintains the hold for a few moments longer, then simply allows J-Mo’s carcass to drop the mat. Moreno seems almost to be purged of all of his energy, struggling and stirring in a vain attempt to rise to his feet. Issac takes his time, once again picking J-Mo up and helping him to his feet, this time carefully lifting Moreno up and placing him into a locked position on one big shoulder, J-Mo’s lower back resting against the shoulder blade as his dazed eyes stare up at the arena floodlights. In one swift motion, Issac leaps up and allows himself to land against the mat on both knees, effectively hitting his backbreaker and allowing Moreno to slump off his shoulder and down to the mat.

Alan Ducard: That, Ladies and Gentlemen, is SPINAL DOOM. As much as it pains me to say this, I have to believe that it’s over.

Entragian reaches over and flips Moreno onto his back, then covers him, pinning one of his hands down against the mat. Bower is right there, in prime position.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

At the very last second, Issac PURPOSELY yanks Moreno’s hand up, causing his shoulder to leave the canvas. Don Bower has no choice but to stop the count, starting to shout at Issac with a questioning tone. Entragian just grins, very slowly rising to his feet from his knees. He takes hold of J-Mo’s ankle, dragging him halfway across the ring, and then he saunters over to his corner, slapping hands with Shane and tagging him back into the match.

Alan Ducard: Oh would you look at this. That vile Entragian does the damage, has the match won, but he chooses to allow Shane to once again get involved in the match and put Justin through even more suffering than he’s already been through.

Jimmy Yates: And here comes Shane, like a jackal smelling blood, those red eyes are BLAZING.

Derek goes over to J-Mo, pulling him up and slamming a right hand into his face. Moreno stumbles into the ropes, but on the rebound he surprises Shane with a forearm right to the bridge of the nose. Shane swings in looking for an elbow, but J-Mo ducks the attempt and fires back into Shane’s chest with a blind mule kick, knocking Derek down to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: Moreno isn’t dead yet! He may be running on fumes, he may be beaten and battered, but this young man’s heart STILL beats, and as long as it does, he will CONTINUE to fight!

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe my eyes! I thought this kid was out of it.

Shane struggles back up to his feet, but Moreno leaps up, latching his legs around Derek’s neck and rolling him down to the canvas with a headscissor takedown. Black stomps his feet on the apron, willing J-Mo back into this one, Moreno takes a few agonizing steps towards his corner, and just when it seems as though Black is going to make it into this match, Derek flies back onto the scene with a chop-block, cutting Moreno down to size and then dragging him back towards the center of the ring.

Shane then bends down, raising Moreno up and locking his head into place, before lifting J-Mo up into a suplex predicament while at the same time grabbing hold of a leg.

Bryan Harris: Derek’s gotta be thinking CUT AND PRINT, that fisherman’s suplex turned into a cradle piledriver.

However once Shane gets J-Mo up to a fully vertical position, Moreno shifts all of his weight and slips down the back, landing on his feet behind Shane. Derek spins around to meet him, and manages to catch a boot to the midsection that J-Mo attempts, but he is unable to catch the second boot as Moreno jumps up and connects with an enziguri to the side of his head. Shane staggers backwards, holding his temple, giving J-Mo a chance to rush in with his head down, looking for some sort of takedown. Derek scouts it though, and quickly locks Moreno’s arms up into a butterfly lock position, but instead of following through with the suplex he grapevines both legs around J-Mo’s midsection and drops his weight down to the canvas.

Bryan Harris: FADE TO BLACK! Shane has it locked in, and we’ve seen how deadly this submission maneuver can be. Moreno’s losing more and more air with each passing second.

J-Mo struggles, shaking his body back and forth as he looks for a way out of the hold, but after a few moments he falls totally still, his eyes closing and his mouth going slack. Don Bower drops down, checks on Moreno, and sees that he’s lost consciousness. He flings a hand towards the timekeeper, signaling the end of the match.

Once it becomes apparent that Shane has no intention of releasing the hold, referees and road agents flood out from the back and storm the ring, pulling and tugging at Derek in an attempt to get him off of Moreno. Bower then rushes over to Josephina, whispering in her ear. She raises the mic to her lips and makes the second announcement of the evening.

Josephina Colbert: I HAVE JUST BEEN INFORMED, DUE TO THE ACTIONS OF DEREK SHANE, THE REFEREE HAS REVERSED HIS DECISION. THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH, THE TEAM OF JUSTIN MORENO AND DAMIEN BLACK!!!!!!!!!

Finally the referees and road agents gain some semblance of control, pulling a near rabid Derek Shane off of J-Mo and creating a human barrier so that he can’t assault Justin again. The camera’s close in on Derek’s face, twisted into a mask of hatred, his red eyes BURNING, and it’s this image that stays on the screen before the feed cuts out.

Kevin Oppenheimer: OI, Icey-Bloke, time for a word, mate.

With Adam now watching him, Kevin walks up and continues talking.

Kevin Oppenheimer: All this nicey-nice you been doin' towards Hannah, I don't right appreciate it. Not one iota. Ain't you neva' learned to leave anotha' man's lady alone? She don't need no bottles of Tequilla or crass offers about how you're wantin' to be drinkin' it...

Davis smirks, giving Oppy the once over.

Adam Davis: Your lady?

He chuckles at Oppenheimer.

Adam Davis: I wouldn't EXACTLY call Hannah a "lady." She is a lot of things, but eh.. I would not go that far. Besides, she won't be one when I am done with her, if you catch what I am saying..

Oppy shakes his head.

Kevin Oppenheimer: You don't seem to understand, mate. You're done with her now, before you even get started, and I'm going to give you good reason to be done with her. So what of it? Eleventh Hour, you and me?

Adam nods, and rubs his chin to contemplate Oppenheimer's idea. Finally he pauses and gives an amused expression.

Adam Davis: You know what Kevin? I will let you fight your little heart out to try and win over Hannah, but the truth is, you are taking your eye on the ball. She doesn't want men like you.. It's pretty simple.

He shoots over an icy glare.

Adam Davis: People, like you.

He points into Kevin's chest.

Adam Davis: Need to fight because they are trying to get girls, but guys like me?

Davis motions to his whole body, symbolizing "the complete package".

Adam Davis: We GET girls BECAUSE we fight..And win. You want to try you hand at eleventh hour? Sure, you can get your chance, but you better be damn sure you understand what you just signed up for.

Kevin Oppenheimer: I understand what I signed up for, and that’s beatin’ your arse down for being a bloke who hasn’t a bit of respect for anybody but himself.

As he glares at Oppy, a cold smile starts to form on his face, and then Davis walks off.

Jimmy Yates: The other two guys in tonight’s main event are arguably the two biggest names in LEGACY’s history – two-time World Champion Marcus Marion and Greyson Blade – who set records with the World Title and the No Limits Championship.

Bryan Harris: I’ll give somebody credit, this match is definitely a great setup, because down the road we could easily be seeing any pairing of these guys squaring off for the World Title, and we get to see a bit of a preview of the upcoming submission match between Greyson Blade and Marcus Marion at Eleventh Hour.

Alan Ducard: Four World-class competitors, one pinfall will end things. This is certain to be a great match, so let’s not waste any more time in setting things up, let’s just get presently to watch the footage.

Jimmy Yates: Let’s not forget that three men in this match have an additional incentive, fellas. A quarter million dollars to take out Loco Martinez.

One....

Two...

Thr-NO!!! Del shoulders out.

Bryan Harris: The True Revolutionary is really outclassing Old Man Del on the mat, right now!

Alan Ducard: While "out classing" is verbiage that is too strong, I will say Marion has been keeping Del down, grounded with a great flurry of mat wrestling.

Jimmy Yates: Which is not a Del Carver strength at this point in his storied career.

Alan Ducard: Too right, but Del Carver will not be put down easily. I hope Marion realizes this, and doesn't take Del's age and overlooks the man's abilities.

Marion is back up and scoops and slams Del down hard. He gets up and saunters over to the corner where Loco Martinez is standing. Loco looks around nervously, but hops down of the apron as Marion reaches to make the tag. Loco begins to stretch and touch his toes, avoiding the tag. Marion looks on, angrily. Loco doesn't even look up. He just goes about his "warm up". When from behind Marion is whirled around and decked with straight right hand by Del Carver. Carver nails a left, and shoves Marion back into corner. He goes up to the second rope, mounting Carver. He holds his right hand up to the crowd who roars. He brings his first right hand down..

One...

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Nine...

Del pauses and kisses his right hand once, and drives it down with a little extra authority. He hops down. Marion takes two steps out of the corner and flops to the mat. The crowd beginning a "D-D-C" chant. Del scoops Marion up off the mat and plants him with a violent body slam. He looks down to the floor where Loco has his right foot up on the apron and is stretching his hamstring. He gestures for Loco as if he wants to get in the match. Loco shrugs,

Loco Martinez: Nah, I'm good. You go ahead.

And goes back to loosening up, which makes the crowd livid. DDC shakes his head disappointedly, and turns back to Marion. He drops an elbow across Marion's throat. Stays on top for a cover.

One...

Two...

Th-NO! Marion shoulders out. Del back to his feet. Brings Marion up with him. He hooks him for vertical suplex, but Marion blocks. Del goes for another one. Marion blocks again. Del goes for a third, and Marion blocks and then stomps on Del's foot, twice. This loosen DDC's grip and Marcus quickly drives his toe into DDC's knee, which drops the hardcore legend to a knee. Marion then takes him over with a snap mare and locks in a reverse chin lock.

Bryan Harris: Working that beat up old leg of DDC's and now cutting off the air and blood flow. Making Del Carver more sleepy than he already is.

Jimmy Yates: More sleepy?!

Bryan Harris: C'mon Jimmy, its WAAAAAAY past his bed time. He barely gets past watching the O'Reilly Factor before dozing off every night. Staying up for a main event is a real detriment.

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

DDC starts fading as Marion sinches the chin lock in even tighter, and leans as much of his weight down on him as he can.

Bryan Harris: Tuck him in, fellas. Its off to never-never land!

The crowd begins to stomp, clap, scream and raises to their feet to inspire Del to bring the fight. He gets an adrenaline rush and brings his hands together and throws them up violently into Marion's forehead, in what looks like a modified "bump" in volleyball. Marion is taking completely by surprise and loosens the hold. Del again drives both hands up into the forehead of his opponent. Marion stumbles. Del up to his feet, wobbles a bit, but as Marion gets to HIS feet lunges and levels him with a stiff clothesline. DDC off the ropes, and Marion is back up and taken down with another violent clothesline. DDC stops and lets out a vicious growl, and Marion's eyes widen nervously. He looks to Loco who still hasnt' gotten back on the apron.

Jimmy Yates: That's ridiculous. Shouldn't the referee be telling him to get on the apron?

Bryan Harris: Hey, proper stretching is the key to not getting injured. When you're as elite an athlete as Loco, you know and value that. You, on the other hand, Yates... nearly pulled a muscle eating a Twinkie yesterday.

Marion then turns and looks at Blade, and rolls, and lunges reaching between the ropes and slapping Blade on the thigh. The crowd roars, as Blade smirks. He steps into the ring, and turns to Marion and just levels him with a right hand. He then turns and looks at Del Carver who smirks and nods. The crowd roars as the two hardcore legends begin circling one another. Building themselves into a frenzy the crowd raises to their feet. Greyson charges at Del Carver and drops him with a clothesline. He charges in and drops an elbow across Carver's chest.

Alan Ducard: Some impressive aggression from Greyson. Who's seemed agitated for the entirety of this match.

Bryan Harris: Marion's gotten into his head.

Greyson brings Del Carver up to his feet and drops him with a cavity rattling short armed clothesline. He drops and makes a cover.

One...

Two...

NO! Del shoulders out.

Greyson gets back to his feet. Scoops up Carver and slams him down violently. He looks over at the corner Loco is standing in, and sees Legacy's champ back on the apron, and laughing it up at Del Carver's expense. This sets Blade off and he charges Loco nailing him with a right hand that sends Loco falling off the apron and down to the floor.

Bryan Harris: That was uncalled for!

Jimmy Yates: Doesn't mean it wasn't fun.

Alan Ducard: Look at the referee, chaps!

Bryan Harris: NO! That was NOT a tag!!!

Inside the ring Klinton Porter is gesturing Blade out of the ring. He looks angry for a brief minute, but then a huge smile comes across Greyson's face as he steps between the ropes and sarcastically holds them open for Loco. The crowd roars, and as Loco gets to his feet he looks panicked. He rubs his jaw as Klinton Portis tells Loco that he's the legal man. Loco shakes his head, arguing that he wasn't tagged, he was punched. Klinton shrugs, not bending to the champs complaints. Loco stomps his feet repeatedly like a temper tantrum-ing two year old. But still doesn't get his way.

Jimmy Yates: This is getting pathetic.

Blade shakes his head, and jumps down to the floor and grabs Loco and rolls him into the ring. Loco gets to his feet and stares down Blade on the outside... completely unaware that Diamond Del Carver is standing behind him with his arms crossed. Loco takes a step back, and bumps into DDC. Loco's head drops, and as he turns is leveled with a right hand. The crowd roars. Loco is back to his feet and is driven back with a left. Del whips Loco off the ropes. Ducks for a back body drop, but Loco leap frogs him. Bounces off the ropes, and as Del turns Loco levels him with a spinning heel kick. Loco then scrambles to his feet and dives back to the corner and reaches and tags Greyson back in. Loco then quickly rolls out of the ring and backs his way to the barricade keeping his distance from Blade.

Blade steps into the ring and charges Del with clothesline. Del drops down with drop toe hold, taking Greyson down. Del then gets up drops a leg across the back of Greyson's head. Del then backs into the corner and reaches and slaps Marcus Marion into the match. The crowd roars as Marion steps into the ring. He eyeballs Blade, and runs and stomps on him. Winds up and nails another stomp on the back of Blade's head. Marion smiles huge and throws his hands out as the crowd buries him under an avalanche of boos. Marion brings Greyson up to his feet. Goes to whip Greyson off the ropes, but Greyson reverses it. Marion off the ropes, and is caught by Blade and driven down with a spinebuster!

Alan Ducard: Shades of Grey!

Greyson, foregoes the cover and instead mounts Marion and begins driving right hands into Marion. The referee attempts to admonish Blade who stops the referee in his tracks with an icy glare.

Jimmy Yates: I don't know if I've seen Greyson this fired up before.

Greyson brings Marion back to his feet, and scoops him up into a gorilla press slam position.

Alan Ducard: Looking for the Outlaw Drop.

But Marion begins wiggling, and squirming. Loosening the grip. Marion slides down the back of Greyson and on the way down grabs his waist rolling him up with a sunset flip!!

One...

Two...

THR-NO! Greyson powers out.

Bryan Harris: He almost had him!

Marion gets up quickly and gets to Loco's corner. Loco, of course, isn't there. He's still "recooperating" on the floor. So Marion heads to Del's corner. He almost gets there, but Greyson leaps and grabs Marion's leg. Marion reaching and flailing trying to tag in Del Carver. Hopping on one leg. Marion jumps and kicks back with the one free leg rocking Greyson just enough to loosen the grip and for him to dive and slap Carver's wrist. Carver looks down at Marion who slides beneath the bottom rope and shakes his head. He steps in and shares a "Can you believe these two" - gesturing to Loco and Marion - look, with Blade. Blade smirks. The two lock up, and Blade with his size and strength advantage backs DDC into the corner. He drops and buries a series of shoulders into Del's midsection, doubling him over each time. Greyson then grabs Del's wrist and whips him across the ring to the opposite corner with such force that Del ends up falling to the mat, hard.

Alan Ducard: I don't know how much more Del Carver can stand.

Jimmy Yates: And it looks like Greyson is sizing him up for the Killshot!

Del gets to his knees, and crawls towards the ropes. Greyson drops, preparing to launch himself with a Killshot. DDC grabs the top rope and pulls himself to his feet. Using the ropes for help. Blade takes off, but as Blade is about to nail Del, Del drops to the ring, pulling the middle rope down. Greyson's momentum carries him through the ropes and crashing to the outside awkwardly. The crowd gasps. DDC struggles to get to his feet. He steps through the ropes. Greyson has also struggled to get to his feet. DDC steps onto the apron, and leaps off driving a double axe handle smash across the back and shoulders of Greyson.

Del drags Greyson up to his feet, and whips him hard into the ring apron. Del then takes a few quick steps and lifts his motorcycle boot up into Greyson's face.

Alan Ducard: A huge big boot from Del Carver has Greyson in trouble!

In the ring the referee has gotten his double 10 count up to six. Del notices this and rolls into the ring to break the hold. He rolls back out, and goes back on the offensive. When he's grabbed from behind by Loco Martinez and absolutely planted with a Reverse DDT.

Bryan Harris: Stellar Drop! An homage to Loco's long time friend an tag team partner!

Jimmy Yates: Stop. How about a sneak attack, trying to soften up Del Carver moving forward. Or at the very least an attempt to end this match so he can go home, since he clearly has no desire to be here!

Loco immediately runs away, laughing all the way.

Alan Ducard: That's deplorable.

The referee is up to four....

Five.....

Six......

Greyson has begun to move. He is up to his knees.

Seven......

Greyson is up on his feet leaning against the apron. Del Carver is up to a knee.

Eight....

Greyson rolls in the ring, and rolls out immediately to reset the 10 count.

Alan Ducard: Good for Greyson for not allowing Loco's shenanigans to bring a finish to this match.

Greyson then brings Del to his feet and rolls him in the ring. Following him in.

Bryan Harris: I think Greyson's going to capitalize on Loco's offense. He didn't want to win by count out. He wanted to win with a pin. So who's "taking advantage" now?

Greyson brings Del up and whips him hard into Marcus Marion's corner, hoping to tempt the True Revolutionary to tag himself in. Greyson charges in looking to run over DDC in the corner. NOBODY HOME!!! Greyson crashes chest first into the corner. Marion actually tags himself in, and tags Blade out. Marion jumps in and begins to wail away on Del Carver. He brings him to his feet, and whips him off the ropes, and Del is tripped up by Loco. The crowd roars with displeasure. Marion looks on and smirks... a shark smelling blood.

Alan Ducard: He's ridiculous.

Del picks himself up off the mat and turns a hard glare Loco Martinez's way. He walks to the ropes and begins jaw jacking at the Legacy World Champion.

Bryan Harris: Del should keep THE EYE on the ball - get it, Yates?

On cue Marion charges at Del and nails a running forearm to the back of DDC's head. Del stumbles, but doesn't go down thanks to the top rope. Marion then drops down, rolling up Del Carver.

One...

Two...

Marion takes a handful of blue jeans...

Three!!

The bell rings as Marion gets up oozing cockiness. He smirks at Greyson Blade as he makes a quick exit out of the ring, he points at Greyson giving him a smug "you're next", as he backs up the entrances ramp.

Bryan Harris: Leave him alone! The match is over!

Loco stumbles back and is again nailed with a right hand from DDC. Stumbles and turns one more time and is met with a right from Greyson. Loco flails to the right desperately and ends up rolling over the ring side barricade. Loco clutching the side of his face, flees through the crowd.

Alan Ducard: I don't think the bounty was the drive behind that post match slug fest. Those two men of honor didn't like manner in which the Champ conducted himself. I can't say I blame them.

Bryan Harris: Please. DDC needs a retirement pay day. They had dollar signs dancing in their heads, and saw an opportunity!

Jimmy Yates: Loco barely wrestled. He hid. He Ran. AND he cost Del Carver that match! And at 11th Hour he's going to get what's coming to him!

We close with Loco fleeing through the crowd. Ringside we see Greyson and Del Carver exchanging an intense, but slightly icy nod of quiet respect, before the screen goes black.