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3 . 8 . 2009
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Close up of a beat up pair of old school red converse "Chuck Taylors" running at breakneck speed. The shoes slowly morph into a pair of red track shoes. Which morph into a pair of red wrestling boots, as the fast paced opening of Gnarls Barkley's "Run" explodes, we see an empty Legacy Ring for 11th Hour. The clips are fast paced. The action is frenetic to keep up with the speed and theme of the song. "Yeah, it's still the same Flash: Crazy Boy falling to the mat hard. Flash Justin Moreno crashing to the apron. Flash: Issac Entragian hitting the disembowler. "When the needle hits the vein X-Calibur with his briefcases sitting before him. Flash: Del Carver wearing his barbed wire covered glove. "I've seen it once before The Cirque du MoFo beating down X. "Good god" Matthew Dawson smirking cockily staring down Devastation. "Cool breeze come on in Justin Moreno lounging on Huntingdon Beach. "These are" Derek Shane facing his fears. Hoisted high above the ring. "The tear drops of the clown Loco conferring with ANarchy and John Thomas. "All I'm saying is sometimes Damien Black sits backstage stoicly. "You better.... Move" Moxley running to the ring. "I said... Move" Kumquat Kid rolling up John Thomas. "Runaway Marion taunting Greyson Blade. "Run children Blade takes off... "Runaway.... Runaway" Marion dodges. "Run children.... Here it comes" Blade nails the Killshot on Nicole Rhodes. "I said run Back to the Red Chuck Taylors. Kicking up dust on a dirt road. "Yeah I'm on the run Loco getting right hands from Greyson, and Del Carver, he spills over the barricade and escapes through the crowd. "When you see me coming run" Issac Entragian walking to the ring methodically. "Before you see Domination standing in the ring hoisting their titles high above their heads. "No time for question Cronos sitting backstage speaking with Kervanos. "You can’t win child Moxley, Crazy Boy, and Kumquat Kid crashing into the Cirque du MoFo's dressing room. "You’ve been lied to A shot of the Tag Titles becomes the Tao of Valor becomes the No Limit becomes the World Championship. "Either you run right now" A shot of the Legacy ring. "Or you best ... Get ready to die" Derek Shane sitting in the boiler room. "You better... Move" X-Calibur nailing X-teriminators on anything that moves from teh 8 man tag from Strife. "I said....Move" Blade lunging for Marcus Marion, who side steps him. "Runaway" John Thomas beating down Kumquat Kid. "Runaway" Devastation dropping an opponent, and stretching that opponent with a wicked submission move. "Run children" Domination nailing "Total Domination" on an opponent. "Run for your life" Derek Shane hoisted above the ring, bleeding, Issac Entragian sitting beneath him. "Runaway" Damien Black hoisting an opponent and driving him down with Excommunicator. "Runaway" Marion nails the Revolutionary Thrill. "Run children" Blade rocks an opponent with the Killshot. "Ooh... Here it comes" A shot of Del Carver, Moxley, X-Calibur, and Loco Martinez staring one another down from the awards ceremony. "I said run" One more shot of the 11th Hour Ring, that explodes to the rabid live crowd.
The show opens on a live shot of Alan Ducard, Bryan Harris and Jimmy Yates sitting behind the announce table at ringside area. Behind them are the excited fans in the United Center , cheering and waiting for things to get started. Alan Ducard: Good evening everyone and welcome to the Windy City of Chicago, Illinois and LEGACY's eleventh pay per view event - ELEVENTH HOUR. I'm your host for the evening, Alan Ducard, alongside my fellow co-hosts Jimmy Yates and Bryan Harris. Jimmy Yates: Tonight should see more heated violence than any other single night in LEGACY history. Derek Shane and the Entourage made things personal with Justin Moreno by bringing J-Mo's wife Allison into the mix and humiliating her. At LEGACY X, Moreno couldn't focus his hatred and ended up getting disqualified. 15 feet above the ring in a scaffold match? Moreno won't have to hold anything back, and now that Issac Entragian has cured Derek Shane of his fear of heights, Derek Shane should put up a great fight... and one of those guys is going to take the plunge before the night is over. Bryan Harris: Also at LEGACY X, we saw Issac Entragian defend the No Limits Title against Damien Black in a BRUTAL match, and tonight, we get round two. I wouldn't be surprised if the loser of that match has to take some serious time off. John Thomas and Kumquat Kid? They've got a relatively short history with one another, but they built up a lot of mutual hatred in that short time. Devastation and Matthew Dawson? They used to be allies in the land of Outlaws, but here in LEGACY, their differences became more apparent, and tonight they do battle for a second time with the Tao of Valor Championship on the line. Alan Ducard: And Greyson Blade / Marcus Marion? It doesn't get any more heated than that... unless of course you bring the World Title into the fold, which is exactly what is happening in the main event. As if the top prize in the business wasn't enough motivation, the personal hatred between X-Calibur and Loco Martinez should provide serious fireworks, not to mention the fact that Herb Moxley feels betrayed by Loco Martinez while hoping to find a way to keep X-Calibur from regaining the gold - all the while hoping for the first opportunity of his career to hold the top championship in LEGACY. Jimmy Yates: And that's not even to mention the fact that HALL OF FAMER "Diamond" Del Carver is the fourth man in this match, and over the course of his career many a man has realized that you CAN'T underestimate Del Carver, because he's won more championships than some competitors involved in LEGACY have career wins. Should be a great match. Bryan Harris: A lot of people expect John Thomas and Loco Martinez to find ways to win their respective matches, and it could very well be a night to remember for Cirque du Mofo as ANARCHY has the chance to take the World Tag Team Championships away from Domination, and although that's probably the least heated match of the night, you're talking about four tough-as-nails, blue collar dudes trying to walk away with gold? That's not gonna be a technical match. Alan Ducard: We could give more history behind each of these matches, but with so much on the card, we might not have time for everything, so let's get on down to the ring for the first match of the evening.
“Look at me, I’m a winner” by The Aquabats suddenly assaults the arena’s impressive audio equipment, causing the thousands in attendance to unleash with a fiery ovation. Fans rise in their seats, others cheer his name, and a select few wave their citrus signs proudly in the air. Josephina Colbert: “Introducing first, he weighs in at 200lbs, he hails from Dade City, Florida, RYAN LEWIS, THE KUMQUAT KIDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!” Kumquat Kid bursts out from behind the curtains, an absolute ball of energy, pumping his fist and jumping up and down at the head of the elevated walkway. He races to one side of the walkway, then over to the opposite side, playing to the crowd and letting their reaction soak in. The fruit-fueled warrior then moves down the walkway, making a beeline for the ring and slapping hands with the fans as he makes his progress. Near the ring he spots a young fan holding up a sign depicting a smiling kumquat, and Ryan pauses, ruffling the boy’s blonde hair in recognition of his creativity. Bryan Harris: Will you listen to these Chicago fans? Screaming and cheering for this reject like he’s a great hero or something! Jimmy Yates: It’s purely your opinion that this man is a “reject” Bry, and I’ll be the first to disagree with you, Kumquat Kid has shown time and time again that he is a formidable competitor. Alan Ducard: That’s certainly a fact. He’s had great matches against the likes of Devastation and even his opponent tonight, John Thomas. Ever since his debut success has been associated with KK as though it is his next to kin. Now does the young man like to have fun, and does he bring a certain level of humor to LEGACY as well? Yes he does, but he also knows how to win matches and get the job done in that squared circle. Bryan Harris: Whatever. You two are delusional. Why don’t you guys go pray to a banana or something, if that’s the kind of thing you’re into? Kumquat Kid slides into the ring, then leaps to his feet and runs over to the one of the turnbuckles, ascending to the top and gazing out into the crowd while a winning smile dominates his features. The crowd continues to roar their approval, and feeding off that high Ryan Lewis performs a back-flip off the buckles, landing perfectly on his feet. KK then starts to race across the ring, testing the ropes while awaiting the arrival of his opponent. As the jazzy remix of “Hey Man Nice Shot” by Filter starts to blast through the United Center, the mood of the masses quickly changes from love to hate. What was once a loud and positive ovation manages to turn into a dark chorus of boos and jeers, all directed at the brash thoroughbred that has just made his way onto the elevated walkway. Josephina Colbert: “And his opponent, he weighs in at 212lbs, he hails from Poolesville, Maryland, THE DURABLE ONE, JOHN THOMASSSSSSS!!!!!!!” John Thomas is decked out in blue and white wrestling gear, straight down to his boots and his light hooded jacket. The hood is thrown back, and those calculating eyes scan the crowd, meeting their disdain with his own. To add even more fuel to the fire, four security guards emerge from the back, flanking Thomas as he starts to make his way down towards the ring. The crowd takes it up a notch, firing up with a “JT SUCKS” chant that shakes the very foundations of the building. Jimmy Yates: Each and every pay per view, John gets a security escort to the ring, and EACH time, I think it’s completely excessive. Thomas scowls, but his expression is like stone, not even making eye contact with any of the fans as he moves down the walkway, his security escort keeping stride on all sides. As he nears the apron he stops, staring down KK, pointing a finger and mouthing off before he finally hops up onto the apron and climbs into the ring past the middle rope. Kumquat Kid stands his ground on the opposite side of the ring, rotating his shoulder in the socket while glaring at Thomas, no doubt remembering the assault that was perpetrated against him at Strife 48. Thomas smirks, nodding his head, as if to say “Yeah, how’s that shoulder, kiddo?” Travis Rollins signals to the timekeeper, and we hear the bell sound off, and this one is officially under way. Kumquat heads straight towards John Thomas, cutting off the space between them; he presses his chest against the chest of JT, locking eyes with his opponent. John Thomas smirks it off, and then takes a step back, only to fling out his right hand out and SLAP KK right across the face, the sound of hand hitting cheek reverberating through the crowd. Jimmy Yates: See, now that’s the kind of man John Thomas is. He is disrespectful, he is arrogant, and he is a truly careless individual when he wants to be. Bryan Harris: Cry me a river, Jimbo. What JT just did was slap some sense into that fruity freak, Ryan Lewis does not even deserve to be in the same ring as The Durable One, and that slap was the perfect way for JT to articulate that fact. KK gazes down at the canvas following the slap, his hand moving up to touch his cheek. Before any retaliation can be taken, Thomas plants a boot into KK’s midsection, causing Kumquat to double over while holding his stomach. John then hits the ropes, and comes off of them hard and fast, slamming a shoulder into KK’s own right shoulder and effectively driving him down to the mat. Alan Ducard: Well we’re just seconds into this match and already Thomas has targeted that shoulder. Lest we forget the heinous attack at Strife 48, where Thomas used a steel chair to work over that shoulder and send KK a VERY personal message. Bryan Harris: Intelligent strategy here on JT’s part. Kumquat is quickly back up to his feet, and Thomas moves in, flinging out an arm and looking for a clothesline. Kumquat Kid ducks the attempt, and leaps straight up into the air, hitting a standing dropkick to that connects with JT’s spine. Thomas stumbles forward, holding his back, and he collapses to his knees against the middle rope. KK sees an opportunity, and he sprints across the ring, springboarding off the middle rope and twisting his body to drive the point of his elbow into Thomas’s back. JT cringes, and then slumps all the way down the canvas as he loses his grip on the ropes. Jimmy Yates: Now we’re seeing the first glimpse of the adrenaline-powered speedfest that IS Kumquat Kid on offense. Don’t adjust your TV sets folks, if you see a roadrunner like blur racing across your screen at certain points in this match; don’t be alarmed, it’s just Kumquat Kid doing his thing! Bryan Harris: Only a matter of time before Thomas slows him down. Mark my words. Thomas finally manages a shaky vertical base, and as he turns around he’s met with a barrage from Ryan Lewis, who lashes out with karate style kicks, followed by a round of stinging rights and lefts. After delivering a particularly nasty right hand, KK backs JT up and irish whips him across the ring, only to meet him on the rebound with a HUGE spinning heel kick. Thomas crumples down the mat, holding his face. Alan Ducard: This is the kind of pace that Kumquat Kid really excels in. If he can keep the match at this level throughout, this controlled frenzy, then things will quickly go bad for The Durable One. Bryan Harris: I think this whackjob packs kumquats into his wrestling boots, the ref should have checked him for foreign objects before he was even allowed to enter the ring! Jimmy Yates: Bryan you’re ridiculous. Call the match. KK stays on offense, making a move to bring Thomas up to his feet, but JT responds with a rake to the eyes, dragging his hands down KK’s face in a quick motion. Rollins reprimands Thomas, but he doesn’t even seem to notice as he finds his feet and starts taking the fight to the citrus warrior. Thomas twists KK’s bad arm up behind his back, cinching in a firm hammerlock, and laying down the pressure to really tweak that shoulder socket. Kumquat gasps in pain, waving his free arm to try and find a way to free himself, but Thomas slams a clubbing blow down across the back of his neck, driving KK to his knees. With the hammerlock still applied, Thomas yanks back even harder on the arm, and now adds insult to injury by placing his boot in between Kumquat’s shoulder blades for added leverage. Bryan Harris: Suddenly it’s so quiet! Don’t you boys have any praise for John Thomas now that he’s doing what he does best, or do you save it all for fruitloops! Well I’ll be the first to say that Thomas has changed gears in there and now the match has been taken into his playing field. Jimmy Yates: Doesn’t please me to admit it, but Thomas has found a way back into this contest. This Cirque Du Mofo supporter is just as tenacious as they come. Kumquat continues to fight through, even with Travis Rollins asking if he wants to give it up. Before KK can find a way to break the hold though John switches up his hold on Kumquat’s arm, twisting it into a new rotation and slamming the toe of his boot into Kumquat’s elbow. Thomas releases the arm and KK cradles in close to his stomach, still struggling on his knees. Thomas takes advantage, locking his fingers into a double axe handle position and smashing a blow down against KK’s right shoulder. Kumquat lists forward, feeing the effects, and Thomas grabs Ryan’s wrist, twists around into a hammerlock, maintains his grasp on the wrist with one hand and spins around to KK’s front, grabbing him firmly around the neck. With Kumquat still on his knees, Thomas performs a short and stiff DDT, crushing KK’s skull into the canvas and pulling in on the trapped wrist for extra force. Alan Ducard: Once Thomas pinpoints a body part, he truly becomes like a master surgeon. He does not stop, he does not relent EVEN for a second, and he just tears into that same appendage over and over again. Jimmy Yates: We’re bearing witness to that ruthless strategy right now; if this were a video game Kumquat Kid’s right arm would be flashing RED and CRITICAL right about now. John rises to his feet after hitting the DDT, throwing his hands up and grinning out at the crowd, teasing them as if he hopes to incur their wrath. Moving through the shower if boos, Thomas bends down to snatch Kumquat up, but he is quickly pulled into a small package. Rollins makes the count. ONE! TWO-NOOOOOOOO!!! Thomas forces his shoulders off the canvas, rolling out the pinfall attempt. John spins around while rising to one knee, but Kumquat has already stumbled up to his feet. KK leaps up and plants a foot onto John’s shoulder and then swings off of him and connects with his other boot to Thomas’s head, blasting him right across the temple with a shining wizard. The crowd surges with hope, and Kumquat feeds off that reaction, quickly making his way over to one of the turnbuckles and hopping up into position. He waits for JT to rise, and once The Durable One turns around, still holding the side of his aching head, Kumquat Kid launches himself off the buckle and scores with a cross body, taking Thomas right down the canvas and staying on him for the cover. ONE! TWO! THRE-NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Alan Ducard: Two very close pinfalls there! Kumquat looking to put a capper on this thing early. He’s managed to throw Thomas off his game yet again. Bryan Harris: Don’t encourage this fruity freakazoid! Jimmy Yates: Why all this discrimination against fruit, and fruit supporters, Bry? Bryan Harris: I’m a vegetable man, and that’s all there is to it! Come on JT!! Thomas fights his way back up, palms pushing up from the mat, but Kumquat flips himself into motion and rolls Thomas down to the canvas via a hurricanrana. Thomas is up again, dizzy and staggering; only to be met with a red hot torpedo that is Kumquat Kid! Kumquat grabs JT by the neck and swings himself into motion, negotiating Thomas’s cranium down to the canvas with a tornado DDT. JT hits hard, rolling towards one of the bottom ropes close to the apron. Kumquat sees his positioning, and racing across the length of the ring he dives down and hits a baseball slide, knocking Thomas clean out of the ring and onto the floor. Kumquat follows him out, just as Rollins starts in with his ten count. ONE! Thomas is trying to get back to his feet, using the apron as a helping hand, just when KK grabs a hold of his head. Thomas responds with a desperate knee shot right to KK’s gut, and then he grips Kumquat across the waist and backs up, proceeding to run forward and nail Kumquat up against the edge of the apron, the impact sending shockwaves through KK’s lower back. TWO! Alan Ducard: Things have spilled to the outside, and this is looking bad for Kumquat Kid, now that Thomas is back in control. Jimmy Yates: Better get it back into the ring before the ref reaches his ten count! Thomas follows up by twisting KK’s good arm up into a hammerlock, and then he gets a running start and BLASTS Kumquat’s bad shoulder into the steel ring post. Kumquat slumps down against the apron, gripping his shoulder in agonizing pain. THREE! Thomas doesn’t waste a moment, grabbing Kumquat and locking him around the waist; he tosses his own body backwards and hits a belly-to-back suplex on Kumquat that sends KK STRAIGHT INTO THE FRONT ROW! Kumquat sails over the security railing, and his bad shoulder just happens to smash down against an empty chair in one of the most awkward landings EVER. Kumquat curls up, his bad arm cradled close him, his face a mask of pain. FOUR! Thomas slides back into the ring under the bottom rope, and the count continues for Kumquat Kid. FIVE! Thomas leans up against one of the turnbuckles, grinning and shaking his head back and forth. SIX! Kumquat stirs, pushing the steel chair away from his body. SEVEN! Kumquat struggles to his knees, and then finds his feet, falling against the security railing as he looks towards the ring. EIGHT! KK straddles the security railing and drops down, then staggers towards the ring and slides in under the bottom rope while favoring his shoulder. Alan Ducard: Wooo! That was too close for comfort. Jimmy Yates: Kumquat’s still alive though, as much as John Thomas would have liked a count out victory, these fans deserve more than that. Bryan Harris: Au contraire! John Thomas doesn’t want to win by count out, he knew Kumquat was going to get back into the ring, and that’s exactly where he wants to beat him! Thomas’s grin dies right on his face and he meets KK as he slides into the ring, putting the boots to him and stomping down on Kumquat’s shoulder. Kumquat manages to get up to a knee despite the stomps, and he uses the middle rope to steady himself. JT drives one last kick into KK’s bicep, and then he takes a step back. Kumquat rises quickly to his feet, moving in while looking for a right hand, but Thomas snaps his arm down behind his back while at the same time spinning him around and latching an arm around his throat. Bryan Harris: CROSSFACE CHICKEN WING!!! It’s locked in! Thomas has it locked in! Kumquat absolutely flails, his free arm swinging around looking for any kind of purchase, but Thomas yanks him back away from the ropes towards the center of the ring. John pulls back harder on KK’s bad arm, leaning forward with his other arm around Kumquat’s neck, yelling in his ear “GIVE UP” over and over again. Rollins asks him, but KK valiantly yells “NO.” Jimmy Yates: Kumquat is in a bad way here. Thomas has won many a match with this very submission maneuver. Alan Ducard: The citrus warrior needs to break that hold if he has any hope of victory in this match! Thomas clamps down ever harder, shaking KK’s body back and forth, but Kumquat starts to backpeddle, and he gets up enough momentum to smash Thomas’s back into one of the turnbuckles. John’s grip falters, and Kumquat spins out of the hold, and as he turns around KK unleashes with a DEVESTATING roundhouse kick right to JT’s face, smashing him up against the buckles yet again. Jimmy Yates: OUCH. Did you hear that? The impact of that kick was SICK. I’d say Kumquat found a way out of the crossface chicken wing afterall! Bryan Harris: Come on Thomas! Get on him! With JT slumped up against the turnbuckles, Kumquat grabs him by the neck and runs forward, planting Thomas’s face into the canvas with a running bulldog. John Thomas touches down violently, rolling onto his back with his eyes taking on a glazed sheen. Kumquat takes this as a good sign, and he makes his way over to one of the turnbuckles, working his shoulder in the socket to ease the dull ache. KK points to the skies, and then hops up onto the top turnbuckle, turning his body so that he’s facing the ring. The fans in attendance rise in their seats, pumped up in full expectation of what’s coming. Alan Ducard: Kumquat Kid has a whole arsenal of deadly moves that he could pull off from that perched turnbuckle position, but my gut tells me he’s thinking Five-Alive Frog Splash. Jimmy Yates: If he wanted to put a concise end to this match, that may be the best option Alan. Kumquat pauses for a moment, and then flings his body off the turnbuckle, tucking in his arms and knees and then extending them, looking for that ONE big frog splash, but just moments before touching down Thomas rolls out of harm’s way. KK hits nothing but canvas, his body bouncing a little from impact. He rolls to the side, curling up in the fetal position. JT scampers up to a vertical base, and then takes a running step forward and buries a boot into Kumquat’s ribs. Bryan Harris: Crash and burn, boys! That’s what high impact moves will get you if they don’t pay off. Thomas had it scouted from the very beginning. Jimmy Yates: Well I know one thing, missing a big move like that can really take a lot out of your tank. KK’s gotta be running on fumes at this point. Thomas backs off, giving Kumquat some space. He interlocks his fingers and motions towards the crowd that it is submission time, and then simply stalks KK, who’s fighting his way back up, using the ropes to support his spaghetti legs. With Kumquat’s back to him, JT sees his moment, and he rushes in, looking to snap on that crossface chicken wing for the second time in the match. Kumquat sees it coming out of the corner of his eye, and he blocks Thomas’s arm, spinning around and driving a European uppercut into the shelf of JT’s jaw. Thomas stumbles backwards, working his hand against his jaw. Alan Ducard: Crossface chicken wing DENIED. Seems that KK saw that one coming just as JT did with the frog splash. Kumquat seems to have gotten his second wind, as he runs across the ring, hitting the ropes and smashing into Thomas on the rebound with a flying forearm smash. Thomas goes down, and then pops right back up, but he quickly becomes acquainted with the canvas yet again when Kumquat sprints off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and whips JT down to the canvas with a flying headscissors takedown. Jimmy Yates: Kumquat Kid is picking up momentum now, he’s firing up in there! Kumquat moves over one of the turnbuckles and leans down against his knee, motioning that he wants Thomas to get up. John finally rises, shaky on his feet, obviously off balance. Kumquat moves in fast and furiously, winding his arm back and swinging for a big clothesline, but Thomas ducks at the last possible second, and once Kumquat’s back is to him, Thomas reaches out and grasps his neck, while at the same time pulling his bad arm across KK’s throat. In one swift motion, Thomas SNAPS Kumquat down to the canvas with HIS neckbreaker. He makes the cover in the very center of the ring. Bryan Harris: SICK FALLING NECKBREAKER! DID YOU HEAR THAT CRUNCH??? Rollins slams his palm down against the mat. ONE! TWO! THREE! Bryan Harris: YES! HE DID IT! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall... The Durable One... John... THOMAS!!!! Alan Ducard: Well even though I don’t personally like the man or respect his character, Thomas proved tonight that he had what it takes to put Kumquat Kid away. Bryan Harris: Oh yes, he certainly did, and I’d say that the clock has stopped for Kumquat Kid here tonight at ELEVENTH HOUR. Thomas rises to his feet, sweeping some sweat from his brow. He demands that Rollins raise his hand in victory, and then he pulls it out of the ref’s grasp just as quick, eyeing the crowd with an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. He taps his temple with his index finger, smiling and nodding as he exits the ring. When his eyes lock back onto Kumquat laid out in the canvas, Thomas’s emotions seem to turn from triumph to frustration. He moves up the elevated walkway while shaking his head, almost in disbelief that it took him so long to put an end to the citrus warrior. Jimmy Yates: John Thomas might’ve underestimated Ryan Lewis the first time they fought, but he came in here tonight, he thought he knew what it was going to take to win, but in the end, John looks surprised by… Wait, what’s he doing?! Instead of turning back around to head backstage, John Thomas instead starts slowly walking back towards the ring. Meter by meter, John quickens his pace. When he gets to the ring, John hops down off the apron and walks around to the other side of the ring. Pulling back the apron, John pulls a chair out from underneath the ring, slides it in under the bottom rope and follows in after it. Alan Ducard: Don’t… don’t do it, John. Bryan Harris: He’s in the zone, Al, he can’t hear you, and I don’t think he’d listen even if he could! Standing up, chair in hand, John stares down at Kumquat Kid. The camera zooms in on John’s face, where there’s an eerie look in his eye. Raising the chair, John DRIVES it downwards, right into the shoulder joint. The crowd gasps, and the booing increases significantly, more evident as “Hey Man Nice Shot” stops playing over the speakers. John raises the chair again, but Travis Rollins steps in and implores him not to. After one last look down at Kumquat Kid, John tosses the chair down, landing next to Ryan’s head, and then for a second time, John leaves the ring. Jimmy Yates: There was no need for that! There was no need for John Thomas to go in there and take another shot at Kumquat Kid’s shoulder, and if I were the referee? I would’ve reversed the decision. Alan Ducard: I’m not entirely sure, but I think that’s possibly what Travis Rollins was telling him there at the end, and you can be certain that John Thomas doesn’t want another loss to Kumquat Kid on his record.
Earlier Today. We are standing outside the arena watching as Loco Martinez steps from a black rental car. Loco's in a pair of worn blue jeans, black "Fleet Foxes" t-shirt, and yellow converse sneakers. From the driver side, steps Arch Angel. From the passenger side, T.Rex each men wearing matching black suits, white t-shirts, and black ties, with secret service ear pieces. Stepping out shortly after Loco, John Thomas. The men survey the scene and head towards the arena. Behind them we see two large, unfamiliar men with Loco's trophy case on a hand truck. The walk carefully, but we lose sight of them as we enter the arena. T.Rex and Arch Angel enter first and quickly survey the scene. They motion Loco in. John Thomas following shortly after Loco. They take a few steps, and from a distance we hear a vicious war cry. We spin and the four men of the Cirque du MoFo take defensive stances. In the distance... about 50 yards away we see Charles Bryant Penze his face painted much like William Wallace in Braveheart. He yells again: CBP: BLEEEEAAAARRRGGGGHHHHH..... MIIIIILLLLLIIIIIIIOOOOOONNNNNSSSSS!!!!!! He takes off and begins running. T.Rex and Arch Angel look at each other confused, before giving one another a half amused smirk. CBP is now 20 yards away and closing. T.Rex and Angel look ready to pounce and absolutely destroy Charles, and as he gets to 5 yards away, he is suddenly obstructed by a door- * TTTTHHHHUUUDDDDDDD * The men's room door had just swung open. CBP never had time to react or alter his course, and he ran full speed into the thick steel men's room door. The four men of the Cirque look on and shake their head as a confused Mostafa Bashir steps out of men's room, looking down at the unconcious Penze. He steps over him carefully and looks around nervously, before walking off. T.Rex: Hope he washed his hands... Loco sighs heavily. Loco Martinez: This sh*t is gettin' ridiculous. The men of the Cirque du MoFo head off. We cut back to one more shot of Penze sprawled across the floor, clutching his head.
The opening beats of “Let It Rock” by Kevin Rudolf, feat. Lil’ Wayne hit, and there’s an image of “The Highlight of the Night” Matthew Dawson, staring down the ToV Champion Devastation. I see your dir-ty face, The Highlight of the Night spikes Devastation with a DDT dead center of the ring, and he pops back up to his feet, arms raised to the crowd. “Baron of Boring, I’m coming for my title.” Devastation hits the Devastation Driver on Dawson, and angrily makes the cover. “Strife 48 was simply the beginning of the beating you’ll receive for the despicable person you truly are.” What is done in vain, Devastation goes for the Decapitator, but Dawson reverses the move into a top rope flipping piledriver to the amazement of the crowd. “I am the King, I am just biding the time until my coronation.” Devastation pulls The Highlight of the Night away from the ropes, and splatters him with a Decapitator, and covers him for the three count. “You haven’t won anything Matt.” So you pray to god, The Highlight of the Night stands in the middle of the ring with Elena Pisk, and motions for the crowd to give him more respect, drawing even more hatred. “You’re good Devastation, but you will never truly be GREAT – like me.” Devastation stands with arm raised in victory, holding the ToV Title as the fans cheer “DEV-A-STA-TION” “In every facet of life Matt, you are a notch below myself.” Live a lie, The Highlight of the Night walks the red carpet with Elena on his arm, flashes of cameras going off everywhere as Dawson basks in the attention, flashing his broad grin. Devastation hits the gym, the intensity etched on his face as he looks for just one more repetition, to push himself that much further. And you take your time, Dawson bestows the inflammatory painting on Devastation, all the while entirely proud of his display, and Devastation’s angry silence brings this comment from Dawson. “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?” We see Devastation slamming the painting down over Dawson’s head in a fit of rage, then hitting the decapitator! “You crossed a line at Strife 48 and whether it was part of some stupid mind game or not, you’ll have to answer for that. You’ve made it deeply personal Matthew and that’s what you’re going to have to live with.” Because when I arrive Devastation hits suplex after suplex on Dawson, dropping him dead center of the ring on his head with a release German. “You signed your death warrant.” Make you come alive The Highlight of the Night flies off the top rope, hitting a top rope bulldog on the ToV Champion. “Yes ladies and gentlemen, that’s how absolutely amazing I am – that for the first time in nearly two decades in this business – The Baron of Boring show true, unadulterated, emotion.” What this is, forgot? We see Devastation battling a whole host of foes from Rocky Stellar and Damien Black to Adam Davis and Chivalric. We see The Highlight of the Night hitting The Ultimate Highlight on J-Mo, and a shot of Dawson in his barbaric “Brick House” match with Don Mega in OPW. Let It Rock “The common place to be undone by The Elite. I’m taking the belt “Champ” and taking my place as the ToV Champion.” Let It Rock “Spin it however you want but when all is said and done at Eleventh Hour you’ll end up just like you did at Strife 48.” Let It Rock “The Highlight of the Night vs. Devastation – Last Man Standing – ToV Championship” Now the son's disgraced There’s a black and white photo of a much younger Devastation, smiling, his father’s arm around him, then another photo of them tied up training with the elder holding a headlock on his son.” When he cursed his name We see a much younger Highlight of the Night once eager to make his name, actually training with Devastation, with Devastation showing him a suplex counter, and this image burns away to the opening video from The Entourage entrance with Dawson, Elena, and the rest sacrificing his small town roots for the glitz, glam – money and power of the group. But it broke his heart We see clips of Dawson mocking J-Mo as a part of the “coke” segments, with absolutely brutal, antagonistic tactics, and clips of The Highlight of the Night mocking Devastation’s “Charisma Cancer” To the world There’s a shot of the LEGACY fans at Strife 48, chanting “ONE MORE TIME” wanting to see Devastation hit yet another decapitator on the already dazed and confused Matthew Dawson. And you take your time Matthew Dawson speaks to what he deserves. “Yes, change is coming as after Eleventh Hour the new and rightful champion will be crowned, and The Elite will wear gold in LEGACY – the gold that has been kept from me these past two months – ever since Strife 45.” Devastation speaks to what he will not be denied. “Soon the time for talking will be over and you will have to step into the ring with the most dominant wrestling force of all time. It’ll be your end Matt and I’ll enjoy putting the final nail in your coffin.” Well you'll get what's yours We see Matthew Dawson in painting form, standing victorious with the ToV Title. “The technical powerhouse undone by the young punk who just kept talking – the 17 year vet undone by the arrogant son of a bitch who wouldn’t get out of his face.” Devastation standing in actuality victorious with the title raised after Strife 45. “I’ll be standing over you victorious while you lay face down on the canvas.” Because when I arrive Conviction and determination echo in Devastation’s voice. “You’ve crossed the line Matt and you’ve made it more than personal.” Make you come alive Dawson’s voice drips with arrogance, with malice. “… the historic moment that Matthew Dawson gave this business not what it wanted, but what it needed, and someday when all of the fans and historians look back on my victory they will say with the utmost admiration … Let It Rock “The common place to be undone by The Elite. I’m taking the belt “Champ” and taking my place as the ToV Champion.” Let It Rock “Spin it however you want but when all is said and done at Eleventh Hour you’ll end up just like you did at Strife 48.” Let It Rock “The Highlight of the Night vs. Devastation – Last Man Standing – ToV Championship - Now That’s Entertainment”
Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is set for one fall... and it is the LAST... MAN... STANDING MATCH for the TAO OF VALOR CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first... "Touch, Peel, Stand" by Days of the New hits the speakers and “The Hightlight of the Night” Matthew Dawson appears from behind the curtain. His walk has plenty of swagger, and his demeanor holds plenty of confidence over the match he’s about to compete in. Heading down the ramp way, Dawson looks out at the sea of rabid Chicagoans hissing at him. Knowing full well he’s the bane of their existence right now, Dawson smiles back at all of them, as smug as smug can be. Bryan Harris: Alright. Here we go. Dawson’s big moment in LEGACY is about to happen right here and now. Mark my words, by the end of this thing, we WILL have a new Tao of Valor Champion. Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t bet on that, but I also wouldn’t be surprised. Dawson’s certainly capable of holding his own against some of the truly talented individuals here in LEGACY, but as far as holding his own against a big boy like Devastation, when the rules force you to knock your opponent out for ten whole seconds? I don’t know about that. Alan Ducard: Indeed. It should be interesting to see how well Dawson handles the setting here in this match. Because if one thing’s for sure, Devastation knows how to handle himself in Last Man Standing matches. He practically made a career out of them back during his time in the Vegas territory, fighting a plethora of talented competitors, one of them being the former LEGACY World Champion himself, X-Calibur. Josephina Colbert: Making his way down the ring first, he is the challenger... from Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 245lbs... he is the Highlight of the Night... MATTHEW... DAWSON!! Spring boarding himself over the top rope, Dawson lands both feet on the canvas and shuffles a bit, acting like the brash and brazen cock of the walk he’s made himself out to be thus far in his LEGACY tenure. Turning to face the entrance, the fans boo as his name is announce over the P.A. system. Josephina Colbert: And his opponent... “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath cuts through the atmosphere
and it doesn’t take long for Devastation to emerge from behind
the curtains. Wearing the Tao of Valor Championship proudly around his
waist, Devastation walks calmly and confidently down the elevated ramp,
bending down to bump fists and shake hands with various fans in attendance. Reaching the ring, Devastation stops just before entering the ring.
He looks around at everybody watching and nods his head, knowing as
well as everyone else that this match is going to be a hard fought one.
Stepping over the top rope, Devastation’s imposing figure stands
much taller of Dawson’s, and as soon as they’re in close
range of one another, Devastation unstraps the championship belt from
around his face and holds the belt up, face-plate facing outwards, to
Matthew Dawson. The fans roar with respect and approval as Devastation
does this, but Dawson doesn’t care in the least. He simply points
at that title and mouths, “I want it, big boy!”, to which
Devastation shoots back, “Try and take it, little man.” Alan Ducard: For once, we’re in complete agreement, Bryan. Mark your calender, James! Jimmy Yates: Done... and DONE! Alan Ducard: Wait, two dones? For what exactly? Jimmy Yates: Uh... Matthew Dawson hops in place for a few seconds, stretching his shoulder blades and arm joints while locking eyes with the Tao of Valor Champion. Devastation cracks his neck from left to right, putting his “dukes up” as he begins advancing towards Dawson. Quattro calls for the bell right at the same time Devastation and Dawson lock up in the middle of the ring. Devastation with the height, reach, and weight advantage pushes Dawson into the turnbuckles. Quattro calls for a clean break, and as soon as Devastation backs up Dawson nails a slap to the face. Devastation takes great exception to this and slaps Dawson right back, causing the Entourage member’s eyes to bulge out of his head in complete shock. Jimmy Yates: Ouch!! I think I see tears welling up in his eyes after that one! Backtracking to the center of the ring, Devastation motions for Dawson to “bring it”, and Dawson is a little more reluctant this go around. Bryan Harris: Take your time, Matt! Take your time! Alan Ducard: Looks like Dawson doesn’t want any parts of Devastation after that. I have to say, I think Dawson might have underestimated Devastation’s willingness to forgo the rules here and there, and that could cost him in a match setting such as Last Man Standing. Jimmy Yates: I agree, Alan. Totally. In Last Man Standing matches, you really have to be prepared for ANYTHING no matter who your opponent may be, and if Dawson doesn’t do that here tonight, then I don’t see him winning the title. After stalling a few moments and showing a reluctance behind his eyes to physically mix it up with the Tao of Valor Champion, the crowd chants “DAW-SON-SUCKS!! DAW-SON-SUCKS!!”. In turn, Dawson looks back out at the crowd and angrily mouths, “SHUT UP!!”, to which Devastation simply keeps motioning for Dawson to “bring it”. Dawson charges out of the corner but Devastation is ready and catches the challenger in a snap arm drag that sends Dawson clear across the ring. The fans cheer at this but quickly begin booing as Dawson slides out of the ring, away from Devastation completely and out of harm’s way. Looking out at the crowd, Dawson listens to the continuous “DAW-SON-SUCKS!” chants that the crowd are throwing at him. Dawson raises his hand at a woman in the front row who has been chanting this, laughing as she jumps back in fright. Meanwhile, Devastation shakes his head and goes to climb out of the ring, but Quattro is insistent on Devastation staying put. Bryan Harris: Take all the time you need!! There are NO count outs in this match!! Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure why Quattro would stop Devastation from going outside, since these Last Man Standing matches are practically No Limits matches cloaked in the disguise of a Tao of Valor token match. Alan Ducard: Fair point James, but it seems like to me that Quattro is just trying to maintain a semblance of order where he can. It may be similar to a no limits match, but the “hardcore” or “exctreme” aspect of it is NOT encouraged in a match like this. After almost a full minute, Dawson reluctantly walks back up the steel steps and onto the apron. Devastation shoots in swinging, but Dawson drops down and walks away, pointing to his head signifying his “smarts”. The crowd boos even further, wanting to see these two competitors hook it up. Alan Ducard: Crowd is getting really restless here, and I can’t really blame them. “DAW-SON-SUCKS! DAW-SON-SUCKS!” continues the crowd and Devastation cracks a half-smile, enjoying his opponent suffering the throes of crowd disapproval. Dawson maintains his arrogance though, and waves off the crowd as well as Devastation as he simply walks around the perimeter of the ring, further delaying the action to the championship bout. Jimmy Yates: Alright, I’M getting a little restless now! Let’s go already! Bryan Harris: Patience is a virtue, Jimbo. Devastation finally has enough, and despite Quattro’s pleas to remain in the ring he steps between the ropes to the outside. As Dawson continues taunting some fans at ringside, Dawson turns around and is met with a huge right fist that sends the crowd roaring with approval. Dawson is met with another, and another, and finally Devastation grabs him by the arm and whips him into the edge of the ring apron, slamming him ribs first into the skirt covered plywood. Devastation nails a couple more rights before Dawson finally decides to climb back into the ring. Devastation climbs in after Dawson and quickly gets to his feet. Seated on the mat, Dawson tries to get up but falls right back down at Devastation’s approaching presence. Begging off, Dawson shakes his head no as Devastation moves in for a strike. Dawson holds onto the bottom rope though and Quattro steps in between Devastation and Dawson, forcing Devastation to make some room for his opponent. The crowd chants, “DAW-SON-SUCKS!”, louder than ever and Dawson immediately retreats back to the outside. Jimmy Yates: This guy is ridiculous. Jut freakin’ FIGHT already!! Salivating at the thought of Devastation getting his hands on Dawson, Devastation steps in between the middle and top rope and looks out at Dawson, but Quattro pulls on his arm to try and bring him back in the ring. Frustrated by Dawson’s unwillingness to fight, Devastation climbs back in and cusses under his breath. Dawson meanwhile, climbs right back in as Devastation turns his back. Careful to not be caught in the champion’s peripheral vision, Dawson lunges forward with a sneak attack that axe handle smash. Devastation turns around, shakes his head, and retaliates with a DEVASTATING boot to the face that makes the crowd pop like a cork flying from a champaign bottle. Dragging Dawson to his feet, Devastation sends him into the ropes. Dawson on the rebound, he ducks a clothesline attempt from Devastation. Continuing to the other side, Dawson turns around just in time to see Devastation lunge in after him with a kitchen sink knee shot. Dawson pivots his foot and catches Devastation with a go-behind waist lock, pressing Devastation’s chest into the ropes. Dawson pulls back on Devastation for a roll-up but Devastation holds onto the ropes, causing Dawson to roll backwards onto his feet. Devastation turns around and at the same time Dawson moves forward, the Tao of Valor Champion connects with a decapitating clothesline.. Not even bothering to let Quattro begin counting, Devastation brings Devastation to his feet and wraps him up in a belly-to-belly standing position. Pivoting around in a three-sixty degree motion, Devastation lifts Dawson up and connects with a spinning belly-to-belly slam. All of the air leaves Dawson’s lungs on impact and the challenger is left gasping for air on the mat as Quattro begins making the count. One!! Two!! Three!! Bryan Harris: Get up, Dawson! You’re not gonna lose this match to a pitiful looking beer gut-to-eight-pack-abs suplex, are you?! Jimmy Yates: Stop.. That was a TERRIFIC suplex by Devastation, and he just may have hit him hard enough to knock him out. I’ve seen it done before in MMA, and with Devastation’s open background in the sport, I’m sure he knows how to utilize such wrestling throws to his benefit. Alan Ducard: Well said, James. Four!! Five!! Dawson finally sits up on the mat and rolls over to a knee, forcing himself to get up off of the mat. Devastation actually looks pleased that Dawson is able to answer the count, and goes in for the kill. Kneeing Dawson in the gut, Devastation wraps both of his arms around his underbelly. Lifting in the air and snapping right back to the canvas, Dawson is thrown halfway across the ring with a gutwrench suplex. Devastation follows this up by reaching down and wrapping his hands around Dawson on the canvas, pulling up, and dead lifting Dawson into another gutwrench suplex. Jimmy Yates: Did you see the way Dawson just got rag dolled?! Bryan Harris: Where’s the Entourage?! Dawson sure could use some help out there! One!! Two!! Three!! Four!! As Quattro continues counting, Devastation backs up and slinks down into the middle-turnbuckle, using the padding as a seat cushion. His arms remain gripped around the top ropes, ready to charge at Dawson in case he gets up. Five!! Dawson once again forces himself to roll over and uses the ropes to help himself up to his feet. As he starts to stand up, holding the top rope, Devastation runs into the ropes, picking up as much momentum as he can. Dawson turns around to see Devastation flying off the ropes with an arm extended, and Devastation connects with a hooking clothesline that sends Dawson inside out, landing square on the back of his neck and flipping over onto his stomach. Jimmy Yates: Good GOD!!! That was a TRUE clothesline from hell if I’ve ever seen one! Alan Ducard: Dawson may be unconscious from that shot!! Bryan Harris: Oh man... this isn’t looking good for the Hightlight of the Night.. One!! Two!! Three!! Four!! Five!! Dawson begins stirring, using the bottom rope to begin helping himself up. Six!! Seven!! Eight!! Finally getting to both feet, Dawson dumps himself over the middle rope, spilling to the outside. Devastation immediately drops to his back on the mat and rolls out of the ring. Devastation begins running towards Dawson, but as soon as Devastation reaches the challenger, Dawson drop toe holds the champion and sends him face first into the bottom step on the steel steps. The crowd goes, “OOOOOOH!”, at this, watching Devastation’s body bounce up from the steel, landing on the thin matting. Dawson uses this opportunity to gain his bearings, and gradually helps himself into a sitting position, scoffing at some of the fans who are trying to antagonize him at ringside. Alan Ducard: Dawson hasn’t had a single moment in this match where he’s been in control. This just may be the opportunity he needs. Jimmy Yates: Something tells me he’s just going to use this chance to stall and avoid going toe to toe with Devastation. Because so far, THAT’S all he’s really done. Bryan Harris: You’re so ignorant, Jimmy. Dawson is a fighter. And a damn good one. If he weren’t a fighter, he wouldn’t have beaten that idiot Justin Moreno. And right now, Dawson is going to show you and the rest of these piss ants out in the crowd just that. Devastation is barely moving on the outside mat and Dawson is using the ring skirt to pull himself to his feet. Looking over at Devastation, Dawson guides the man up by his head, and slams him face first into the top of the steps. Devastation crumples into the post, stumbling over the steel steps. Holding onto the bottom rope and keeping himself from falling down completely, Dawson pushes up on the man’s lower extremities and heaves him into the ring. Dawson nails some stomps on Devastation’s head, kicking the man right in the cleft of his chin. Devastation’s head snaps back over and over as Dawson repeats this six times until he grabs Devastation by his head. Dawson with a snap mare, Devastation somersaults into a seated position. Dawson backs up and hops onto the middle turnbuckle. Flipping forward, Dawson somersaults off the middle turnbuckle and on the way down he grabs Devastation’s head in the seated position and SNAPS it to the ground. Bryan Harris: What’d I tell ya?! Awesome flipping neck snapper
by Dawson!! Jimmy Yates: Excellent maneuver by Dawson there. Dawson yells at Quattro to start making the count but before he can even get to two Devastation is helping himself up from the mat. Dawson knees him in the gut, follows it up by grabbing him by the back of his head, and snaps him back into the turnbuckles. Devastation throws a kick up out of defense, and Dawson doubles over for a second. It’s enough time for Devastation to set Dawson up for a powerbomb. Struggling for a moment, Devastation heaves Dawson up in the air. Devastation tries to walk out to the ring but Dawson holds onto the top rope with all of his might. Alan Ducard: Dawson refuses to let go!! He knows what’s coming!! Pulling himself forward, Dawson throws some fists at Devastation’s head, pinning him against the turnbuckles. After Dawson reaches ten, he looks out at the audience and slaps his biceps in a derogatory hand gesture. Devastation pushes out on Dawson’s abdomen, looking to knock him down, but Dawson lands on his feet. Devastation lunges out at him but in one slick succession, Dawson bends down and throws Devastation up for a release northern lights suplex. Alan Ducard: Dawson wins a great exchange there. Rolling backwards, Dawson climbs on top of Devastation for mounted punches, delivering a dozen or so stiff shots to the eye socket and jaw. After climbing off of him, Dawson yells at Quattro to begin counting, but Devastation is helping himself up to the mat after only a count of one. Jimmy Yates: Man this guy doesn’t want to stay down. Bryan Harris: Oh, when Dawson hits him hard enough, he’ll know when to stay down. Believe it. Dawson reaches behind Devastation with a waist lock. Devastation throws up some elbows and connects with a few of them right on the temple of the challenger. Dawson fights through these shots and lifts the big man up in the air, crashing him right back down with a release German suplex right on the neck and upper back region. Devastation holds the back of his neck as Dawson gets to his feet. Dawson looks right at Devastation and shouts, “STAY DOWN!!!” This only fires Devastation up more though, and instead of staying down Devastation once again rises after merely one. The fans roar at Devastation’s fortitude and Matthew Dawson kicks the bottom rope out of frustration. Bryan Harris: This guy is not human... he just took a German suplex
on the BRAIN and got up after one... what the hell is THAT all about?! Jimmy Yates: Couldn’t have put it any better myself, Alan. Not sure what to do against an opponent who won’t stay down on the mat, Dawson goes to leave the ring, but Devastation stops him from doing that. Pulling him by his hair, Devastation throws Dawson into the ropes. Dawson holds on, and when Devastation shoots in Dawson shoots in. They both collide with a clothesline that drop one another. But when they land, Devastation turns over onto Dawson, grabs his far arm, pulls it straight towards him thereby flipping Dawson onto his back. Then, hooking his arms tightly around Dawson’s head and clutching his arm in between his legs, Devastation cinches in a crossface submission hold. After about twelve seconds of fighting it, Dawson’s balled up fist loosens up and begins slapping the mat for the tap out. Jimmy Yates: Dawson taps!!! Dawson taps!! Alan Ducard: It doesn’t matter though because there ARE no submissions in this match!! Bryan Harris: Get him off of him, ref!! As Dawson continues tapping on the mat, Devastation pulls back on Dawson’s neck and back so hard that Dawson is almost bent completely in half. Dawson continues tapping for a little while longer, until he realizes that there won’t be a submission fall coming any time soon. Eventually, his arms and limbs stop moving, as he gradually loses consciousness from the unbearable pain. As soon as Devastation lets go, Quattro begins counting. One!! Two!! Three!! Devastation forces himself up off of the mat, and leans back into the ropes, holding his throbbing forehead from the drop toe hold onto the steel he received earlier. When the referee reaches six, Dawson begins stirring, clutching his shoulder in agony. At seven, Dawson flips over onto his back and puts his feet in the air. Eight!! Nine!! Dawson manages to nip-up and hold himself up long enough for Quattro
to break his count, but as soon as Quattro slaps his hands signifying
the end of the fall attempt, Dawson goes down holding his dead arm.
Alan Ducard: If this were a normal match, this laddy would have lost fair and square. That was an excellent crossface by Devastation and further proves that he’s a technical machine waiting to grease his wheels on some poor bloke’s face. Bryan Harris: Shut up, AL. This ISN’T a normal match, and Dawson DIDN’T lose. This is a Last Man Standing match, and Dawson is far from being beaten. Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, Bryan. He looks in bad shape right now! Devastation grabs Dawson by the back of his head and brings him to his feet. Pie-facing him back a little bit, Devastation runs back into the ropes. Gaining steam like a runaway locomotive, Devastation twists and jumps in mid-air, connecting with a BEAUTIFUL flying spinning heel kick that sends Dawson all the way across the ring in an awkward heap. Alan Ducard: My GOD... that was a GIGANTIC spinning heel kick!! One!! Two!! Three!! Four!! Five!! Alan Ducard: Blimey, this could be OVER!!! Jimmy Yates: He hit him FULL FORCE with that tree trunk of a leg of his. I wouldn’t doubt it for a second, Alan. Bryan Harris: C’mon, Dawson!!! Wake up!! Quick, monkeys in the back, I need a bucket of water and an issue of Maxim... STAT!! Six!! Dawson begins stirring, pulling himself up off the mat by using the top rope. Seven!! Eight!! Nine!! Dawson manages to reach a standing vertical position and Quattro waits a second to see if Dawson falls before breaking his count. Devastation wastes no time approaching Dawson. Grabbing the weary Highlight of the Night by his arms, Devastation whips Dawson into the ropes. On the rebound, Devastation lifts him up for a powerslam, but somehow Dawson slips out behind him. Devastation turns around and is met with a knee to the mid-section. Dawson grabs Devastation by the head in position for a uranage slam, but instead of suplexing him down he drops down to his knees and crushes Devastation’s wind pipe with a front-facing stunner/Franchiser. In one quick motion, Dawson springs up from the mat, hooks Devastation’s head and SNAPS him down with a jumping swinging neckbreaker. Alan Ducard: Wow!! Great combo move by Dawson!! Jimmy Yates: What the heck does he call that one?! Bryan Harris: I don’t know, but he should call it the Highlighter, cause so far, that’s been a highlight of this match!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Dawson pulls himself off of the mat as he watches Devastation struggle to maintain his consciousness after that devastating combo move. FOUR!! To everyone’s amazement, Devastation pounds the mat with his fists like he had been possessed by something undying within him. Standing up straight, eyes full of desire, Devastation looks at Dawson and shakes his head “no”, as if he refuses to lose this match. “STAY DOWN!! STAY DOWN!! STAY DOWN!!”, shouts as he runs back into the ropes. Devastation throws a boot up, but Dawson ducks underneath it and SLAMS a straight into Devastation’s balls. Alan Ducard: OOOOH.... Bryan Harris: HOOOOAAAA... yikes... Jimmy Yates: (Coughing audibly.) Oh no he didn’t. Devastation goes down and immediately clutches his nether-region. The fans boo intensely the actions of Matthew Dawson, who is only smiling at what he just did to drop Devastation on the mat. One!! Two!! Bryan Harris: Devastation can’t get up! Look at him!! Three!! Four!! Jimmy Yates: That was deplorable... I can’t believe even Dawson would do something like that. But here we are. Five!! Six!! Alan Ducard: Not like this... Seven!! Eight!! Devastation rises to his feet, clutching his privates as Dawson watches on. “WHY WON’T YOU STAY THE F— DOWN?!”, screams a manic Dawson, incensed that Devastation refuses to stay down on the canvas. Once Devastation fully gets to his feet, he looks straight at Dawson with a vengeful look in his eyes. Dawson imitates Devastation with a “bring it” taunt that he did earlier when Dawson was avoiding the direct confrontation. Rushing at a smirking Dawson, Devastation stretches out his arm for a clothesline. Dawson ducks though, and when Devastation turns around, Dawson drops to a single knee and SLAMS his arm up into Devastation’s privates with a blatant meat hook low blow. Alan Ducard: COME ON ALREADY!!! Jimmy Yates: STOP this!!! Devastation gags for a second and drop to the canvas. Curling up in the fetal position, Devastation silently whimpers to himself helplessly as Dawson drops to his knees, exhausted. One.. Two... Four... Alan Ducard: I don’t believe this is happening like this... Jimmy Yates: That damn Dawson. Bryan Harris: Hey! If it WORKS... I say USE IT!! Holding his mouth and keeping himself from retching, Devastation looks right at Dawson as he remains on the canvas. His eyes involuntarily tearing up from the succession of low blows, Devastation coughs as he slowly begins trying to get to his knees. Suddenly a sharp pain shoots up his legs and into his goods and he falls back down to the mat. Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Devastation forces himself up and groans loudly as the nerves in his bowels contract from the sickening low blows by Devastation. “STAY DOWN! STAY DOWN!!! STAAAAAAAY DOWWWWWWN!!!” screams Dawson. As soon as Devastation is standing on wobbily legs, Dawson runs forward with a flying knee and connects STRAIGHT in Devastation’s privates with another low blow. The crowd groans uneasily as they wince at the sight of Devastation going down again on the mat. Sputtering out saliva and bile, Devastation rolls around on the mat, in complete agony. One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Devastation gets on all fours, choking and coughing over the torturous
shots he received from Dawson. Eight... “I... SAID... STAY... DOWN!!!”, screams Dawson right before he measures up from behind Devastation, runs in, and PUNTS between the champion’s legs, sending a sickening echo through out the arena. Devastation falls forward, his hands clutching his testicles. Jimmy Yates: I can’t watch this... (audible sound of Yates removing his head-set.) Alan Ducard: The man is unconscious. He’s passed out, dammit... and he may need some medical attention!! One... Two... Three... Four... Dawson backtracks to the corner turnbuckle, and jumps up onto it, laying in a horizontal position very arrogantly, even though he’s sweating profusely. Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Alan Ducard: What a damn shame this is. A damn shame. Nine... Ten. Bryan Harris: Yes!! He did it!! New champion!! The bell sounds and Dawson raises his fist in the air as he lays on the turnbuckle, completely satisfied with the way he went about winning the match. Quattro motions for the medical team to come out from the back, and moments later, he signals to Josephina Colbert to make the official announcement. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match... and NEWWWWWWWWW TAO OF VALOR CHAMPION... THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT... MATTHEW... DAWSON!!!! "Touch, Peel, Stand" by Days of the New begins blaring over the system as Dawson is handed his brand new championship belt. He immediately slings it over his shoulder, clutching it closely to his chest. Stepping in between the middle and top ropes, he starts heading down the elevated ramp way when a medical team runs out from the back, eager to check on the damage left by Dawson on the now former Tao of Valor Champion, Devastation. Alan Ducard: You alright, Jimmy? Jimmy Yates: (Audible sound of putting the head-set back on.) I’m fine. I had to stand up though because the sight of Devastation going down like that made me very uncomfortable. I... I can’t IMAGINE what Devastation is feeling right now. Bryan Harris: I’d imagine that Devastation is feeling pretty... hehe... devastated. Jimmy Yates: Yeah, make jokes Bryan. Make jokes about a man who’s been kicked in his manhood repeatedly. Where’s the honor in that, eh? Where’s the damn VALOR in beating someone respectable that way?! Alan Ducard: There is none, Jimmy. But like it or not, Matthew Dawson IS the NEW Tao of Valor Champion.
After an hour of walking around backstage, Elliot Landry finally found
the man he was looking for. He had arrived to report for his first day
working with Legacy. It was a classy outfit that Landry had several
contacts within, and times were bad. He wasn't low on cash, but definately
wouldn't turn down making more. A couple knocks on an open door, Landry
finds himself standing across a desk from Landon Savage. Landon looks up from his clipboard and gives Landry a once over. Landry was dressed wearing a black denim trench coat with a black t-shirt underneath that in gang text said Punk, with faded straight leg blue jeans, and black boots with a silver buckle at the ankles, his hair tied back in a ponytail. Squinting his eyes, obviously confused, Savage flips through the pages on his clipboard. Landon Savage: What'd you say your name was? Looking through a few other pages on his clipboard, Landon picks up a second clipboard off a nearby table and looks through it for a moment. He obviously finds something, then looks up at Elliot. Landon Savage: Yep, here it is, you're one of the new road agents. Landry pauses in thought for a moment. Savage sighs, obviously a little annoyed. Landon Savage: Look, if you hadn't noticed, we're having a pay per view here tonight, and as the guy trying to make sure things go smoothely so the front office can sit back and enjoy the product, I'm a little busy. I don't have any record of you being on the roster, but I do have you listed as a road agent. If you want to schedule a tryout to wrestle, we can do that, but we've been getting a lot of people wanting a spot on the roster lately, and we're a little backed up. We could probably set something up with you in about six weeks... Elliot Landry: Tryout?! Listen here you snippy motherf*cker,
I maybe a pro wrestler, but I'll stomp your little ass into the dirt.
Now I wasn't trying to be rude or seem ungrateful I was asking a f'n
question! Yes I can wait for try out, but next time your mouth jumps
at me like that again i'll close it for you." Elliot Landry: Now who do I need to speak to RIGHT NOW about doing my job. Who's the lead road agent so I can be doing something besides wanting to kick your ass?" Landon Savage: There's no need to get snippy... and if you decide to get physical with me? Not only will you be fired and lose your road agent salary, you'll get sued, and I'll take whatever belongings you've got. After the show tonight, you can help tear down the ring and get it ready to be loaded in the truck, and after that's done? Someone will let you know where the next show is and give you the "new hire" paperwork to fill out. That sound okay with you, Elliot? Elliot Landry: We don't have staff to tear down the ring?! Or even rookies? Man, times have changed I got screwed my rookie year." Landon Savage: We DO have staff to tear down the ring,
but lucky you, new road agents get to help with that sort of thing along
with the rookies.
As the video opens, Justin Moreno and Derek Shane are starring down in the center of the ring as “Break You” by Drowning Pool starts, and then a moment later a series of video clips play along with the music. Trying to find a way to fight the pain But it seems, there's no way around it so much I have brought upon my self I will break you
They both flip over backwards… AND CRASH THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!!! I will break you I will break you break you break All this time, I reall though you knew I will break you I will break you I will break you When J-Mo turns around, Derek Shane headbutts him in the bridge of
the nose, grabs him by the back of the head and smashes it into his
knee. As Cronos notices what’s going on, he tries to get back
into the ring, but Derek Shane throws a lifeless Justin Moreno over
his shoulder, gives a slight tug on the rapelling rope and the duo ascends
back to the rafters. I will break you I will break you Could you ever recognize this pain I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you I will break you |
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