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The pale monster shambles through the bowels of the United Center, awash in his own blood, coughing and sputtering as he continues to bleed internally. He moves down a long stretch of corridor, passing by the likes of Mostafa Bashir and Carter Franklin, both men stepping wisely out of his path and averting their eyes. Entragian doesn’t even seem to notice them; he just stumbles forward, blind to seemingly everything around him. Having already shrugged off LEGACY medical personnel, and instructed Elizabeth to get the car, there’s nothing left to do but stalk away, stripped of his title, stripped of purpose, he can only focus on step after agonizing step. Entragian nears the end of the hallway, seeing the EXIT sign in the distance, but just before he rounds a corner, his head turns to the side very slowly, as though on a swivel. His white hair has been drenched crimson, and blood flows in little rivulets from his open mouth, painting his pallid chest in scarlet tones. His lips pull back from shark teeth, which are likewise covered in blood as though he’s just shoved his face into a fresh corpse and dined on the innards. The albino’s eyes burn within their sockets, twisted intentions pulling his face down into an incredibly inhuman expression. As the camera rotates it becomes apparent that he is staring at the locker room door of DIAMOND DEL CARVER. The door is firmly closed, and whether or not Del is even inside is questionable at the moment, but nevertheless, Issac marks this door as though it’s the only thing that matters to him in the entire world right now. He reaches out; wipes some freshly spilt blood from his chest, and presses his hand against the Diamond insignia on the door. As he withdraws his palm the surface of the door bears a bloody handprint, a little memento as it were. To look into The Ivory Terror’s eyes right now is akin to looking into the eyes of a rabid animal, it’s like staring down a feral dog. His gaze is hot with intensity, and his mouth has pulled up into a sick rictus grin. He stands there a moment longer, and then swings his head back towards the exit sign, and once again the blood-soaked demon stumbles forward towards the cold arms of the night. His breathing sounds nearly asthmatic, and he makes a little gurgling sound in his throat, leaning against a wall and spitting a bright jet of arterial blood onto the floor just before he slams into the exit door and vanishes outside.
"Something is not right with me" A tight shot of X-Calibur, sneering with disdain. "Something is not right with me" Tight shot of Moxley, he adjusts the glasses on his nose. "Something is not right with me" Tight shot of Del Carver. He smirks and winks at the camera. "How was I supposed to know?" Loco standing in front of his trophy case. The Cirque flanking him menacingly. "Something is not right with me Del Carver pulling his barbwire wrapped glove over his hand. "Something is not right with me Moxley in conference with the Kumquat Kid and Crazy Boy. Plotting to
win Loco back to the "light side" X-Calibur being beat down by Anarchy. "Your friends are laughin' 'cause The Cirque du MoFo laughing, and celebrating his title win. "Gave me quarters to select X-Calibur standing in front of a table covered in money. "People dancin' Moxley talking with Jen X. Footage from Strife where Loco walks by and slaps Jen X's ass. "Something is not right with me Del Carver Punching Loco in the face. Loco reels and stumbles over the barricade fleeing through the crowd. "Something is not right with me Moxley standing in the crane. The crowd around him roars as he hits the Super Sweet Ninja Kick. "Something is not right with me X-Calibur hoisting the title high over his head after defeating Loco "Something is not right with me The music softens and we get a slow motion shot of Loco standing over X-Calibur holding the same title. "Crash into the people" Moxley leaps off the top rope nailing a missile dropkick. "Who're sleepin' late into the evening Loco nailing Del Carver with a reverse DDT from Strife. "Crash into the people" Del Carver drops an opponent with an axe handle smash. "Who're sleepin' late into the evening The music picks back up. X-Calibur leaning back stretching an opponent to the point of breaking with the "Legendary Pain" "You said did you lack a cause Del Carver standing in a Legacy Ring for the first time. "I try to feel like I can Becomes Del hitting the Diamond Death Drop. "You find out who's datin' who Moxley driving an opponent down with the Dragon Slayer. "Hope is pullin' punches Loco hitting the Locapitator on X-Calibur. Becomes X-Calibur Hitting the X-Terminator on Loco. and as the music begins to fade to static we get a fast placed loop of the last four moves we saw in different orders.. Diamond Death Drop. X-Teriminator. Locapitator. Dragon Slayer. and finally static, and a quick "did you just see it" flash of the bounty. Followed by just as quick a flash of the Legacy World Championship.
“Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers, and the fans in attendance become completely unglued for the match that’s about to begin. The lights douse and in a glowing spectacle of red and orange, a lone “X” appears on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision screen amidst an inferno of flames. Bright pyro explodes on the entrance ramp and fire that stretches ten feet high engulfs the entrance stage area, sending orange embers up into the sky from parts of the curtain that were burning brightly. An effused scent of smoke and sweetness from the after affects of the pyro lingers long after the flames appear. All of a sudden, through the flames walks X-Calibur, wearing a pair of black wrestling pants with a skull emblem on the left leg that has an orange python slithering through the eye socket. The right leg has splotches of red on it making that part of the attire closely resemble a pair of painter’s pants; it was almost as if the red splotches were blood stains that had been dried over a significant amount of time. His wet, dark brown, almost midnight black hair loosely flows down his back as he adjusts the black elbow pads on his arms. The heat from the flames surrounding him dries off any perspiration clinging to his back from a recent shower, and X-Calibur continues walking, careful to not step directly into the source of this blazing wild fire. Bryan Harris: What a flamer. Alan Ducard: Good God, that might have been your lamest pun yet. Jimmy Yates: This is a sight to behold, let me tell you. If X-Calibur’s promos from recent weeks are any indication of his attitude in this match, then we could be in for one HELL of a ride. The bell sounds as X-Calibur makes his way down the elevated ramp, away from the raging flames that the staff are desperately trying to maintain and extinguish with nearby fire extinguishers. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is the FATAL-FOURWAY MAIN EVENT for the LEGACY WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Making his way down the ring is our first challenger... from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 245lbs... X-CALIBUR!! James Hetfield’s voice rings out to all those that are watching as X-Calibur’s sinister demeanor carries with him up the steel steps and into the ring itself. There is no smile. There is no frown. There is... nothing. X-Calibur doesn’t even acknowledge some of the fans sitting in the front row that came all of this way to hold up a spelt out X-Calibur sign. The raw emotion pouring over him like grease over a fire simply won’t allow it. Once the flames finally extinguish, "If You Want Blood... You Got It" by AC/DC possesses the public announce system and the initials “D...D...C...” replace the lone X on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision as Diamond Del Carver appears through the charred and burnt curtains. Alan Ducard: And here he comes! The man himself! Shaking his head at the theatrical display put on by X-Calibur’s grand entrance, the sheriff of LEGACY, Diamond Del Carver, makes his way down the ring, slapping hands with fans who had their hands outstretched for their hero. Looking at one sign that read, “DIAMOND DEL CARVER: NEXT WORLD CHAMPION”, Carver smiled humbly and continued making his way down the elevated ramp way. Josephina Colbert: Making his way down the ring is our second challenger... from Jackson, Mississippi... also weighing in at 245lbs... DIAMOND... DEL... CARVER!! Bryan Harris: And clocking in at seventy years, eleven months old with calcium deposits the size of golf balls... Jimmy Yates: Stop. “OH WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT” Bryan Harris: Oh no... “NO, WE AIN’T GONNA TAKE IT” Bryan Harris: Not this song... “WE’RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT, ANYMOOOOOOOORE..” Bryan Harris: PLEASE not this song... any song but this one... The fans explode at these lyrics by Twisted Sister as Herbert J. Moxley makes his way down the ring, coughing at the residual effects of X’s smoky entrance. Looking amped up and ready to go, Moxley sprints the rest of the way down to the ring and dives through the middle rope, rolling perfectly into the ring and hopping back up onto his feet. Alan Ducard: Looks like on this night, Herbert J. Moxley came to fight! Jimmy Yates: Look at him! He’s getting right in X-Calibur’s face!! Staring a hole inches away from X-Calibur, Moxley, in one succession of rude hand gestures, motions “breaking in two”, “kiss my ass”, and “suck it”, to which X-Calibur reacts not in the slightest. Del Carver manages a big chuckle, though, as he is amused by the youngster’s fired up state of mind and his willingness to prove himself against someone the likes of X-Calibur, and possibly even he. The fans continue singing along, as Moxley raises his arms in the air to the watching crowd, beating his chest for their love and admiration. Josephina Colbert: And
the third and final challenger, from Long Island, New York... weighing
in at 212lbs... HERB...MOXLEY!!!! Jimmy Yates: Well said. Then again, you have to factor in the people who want to see X-Calibur kick the everlasting crap out of that butt bag Loco Martinez, and of course, the people who want to see the seasoned veteran and Hall of Fame athlete Del Carver have one more go at glory. Bryan Harris: And lets not forget the people that want to see Cirque Du MoFo leave this show with some gold still on their shoulders!! And audible clip of crickets chirping is played into a head-set. Bryan Harris: HEY! What the hell was THAT? Who played that?! Was that you, Jimmy?! The lights suddenly go out, and the three men in the ring, and the thousands in attendance turn to the charred remains of the curtain on the elevated entrance ramp. A golden spotlight falls at the entrance as soft harps play, and we see Loco Martinez's trophy case being wheeled out by the same two unfamiliar men we've seen that have been in charge of lugging the trophy case around the arena today with a handtruck. They walk the case off to the side, set it upright, and take the hand truck away. They return, but not alone, as T.Rex and Arch Angel are in tow. Each man stationed at a corner of the case, keeping a watchful eye. Bryan Harris: Extra security tonight. THE champ is always thinking ahead. The harp music fades away. The spotlight is extinguished, and we get a pregnant pause. Bryan Harris: The champ knows how to make an entrance. Jimmy Yates: Or knows when to get the hell out of dodge. The palm muted bassline erupts, the boos follow. "On Another Day, C'mon C'mon" The Von Bondies' "C'mon C'mon" rocks the arena as Loco Martinez makes a very quick trek from the back to the arena. Looking like a man on a mission, or at least a man who didn't want to be hanging around the back by himself while his body guards were out in the arena. He quickly strolls down the ramp. We notice X-Calibur trying to hide a smirk, not so secretly enjoying watching Loco's quicker than normal pace to the ring. Loco gets to the apron, and jumps down to the floor, not really wanting to get in the ring just yet. Alan Ducard: Not again. This where we last left Loco Martinez... not wanting to step foot in the ring for fear of his own well being. Taking a deep breath, Loco slides underneath the ring, and like someone flipped a switch on inside his head, X-Calibur lunges at Loco Martinez. But the World Champion slips between the ropes and backs out of the ring as quickly as he entered. The bell sounds at this point, and X bites, giving chase to Loco by rolling out underneath the ring. Alan Ducard: X makes a bee-line for the World Champion! Bryan Harris: The FORMER World Champion will never catch THE World Champion. Loco is far too clever for a dumb jock like X-Calibur. Meanwhile, Herb Moxley and Del Carver begin to size each other up by circling around one another, eventually meeting in the center of the ring with a classic collar to elbow tie up. Neither man wants to give an inch, but eventually Carver’s bigger frame comes into play and Moxley begins feeling the strength overwhelm him. Alan Ducard: Test of might and strength there by Del and Herb. Interesting to see that Moxley is willing to be put in situations like this, knowing full well he’s much lighter than a Del or an X. Loco runs around the ring with X closely following him. On the fourth side around the perimeter of the ring, Loco slides underneath the bottom rope and back inside. Carver gains the upper hand on Moxley and begins pushing him back to the ropes, but as Loco whizzes by, Del Carver pushes Mox off of him and turns around. With Loco already sliding back out the other side of the ring, X-Calibur follows in pursuit and slides into the ring from where Loco did previously. Jimmy Yates: You can’t really match Loco in speed. Heck, I don’t think ANYBODY in LEGACY can, to be perfectly honest. Bryan Harris: Looks like Diamond Del is gonna cut X off! Carver sees X coming and as soon as X stands up in the ring Carver lunges forward with a clothesline. X sees it coming though and ducks swiftly. Moxley attempts to succeed where Carver failed, but he is knocked down for his efforts with a hard running left fist to the jaw. Carver turns around just in time to see Mox hit the mat and X shake his fist from the impact of knuckle meeting nerd. Attempting to lunge forward once again, Carver suddenly stumbles forward and hits the mat face first in an embarrassing heap courtesy of an outside trip-up from Loco’s reaching hand. Bryan Harris: Whoops! Who put that banana peel there?! Jimmy Yates: Loco’s so damn quick that in all of the hubbub in the ring between Mox, Del, and X, he managed to sprint around behind them! Alan Ducard: Del doesn’t look too happy by that trip-up. If I were Loco, I’d stay out of that ring for the time being. Jimmy Yates: He’s certainly not making any friends, that’s for sure. Del Carver gets to his knees and turns around to face the man who tripped him, but as he reaches for his throat by extending an arm in between the bottom and middle ropes, Loco is just out of reach. Taunting Del to do something about it, Loco laughs evilly at Del as he watches the man become increasingly annoyed on his knees facing the outside, preoccupied with honoring himself over the embarrassing trip-up. Bryan Harris: Get over it, Del. Happens to the best of us. Meanwhile, X-Calibur has had enough of playing “catch me if you can” with the World Champion and simply smirks out at him while nodding his head. Carver sees X-Calibur standing alone and, for the first time in several years, the two legends lock horns with a classic tie-up. This classic tie up doesn’t last long however as Carver head-butts X-Calibur straight in the forehead, immediately causing X-Calibur to reel back with both of his hands covering his face. Alan Ducard: Excellent head-butt. If all else fails, you know what Diamond Del said; “Use your head!” Bryan Harris: Rhyming is lame. Jimmy Yates: Agreed. Carver smiles advantageously and leans in on X-Calibur, forcing him to back-step into the ropes. As soon as they both lean into the ropes, Carver uses the slight recoil to propel X-Calibur off of him. Carver charges forward and as X-Calibur makes his way back, X-Calibur is taken down by a clothesline. Herb picks himself up off the mat in the far corner, using the ropes to make it easier on himself. Sensing an opportunity, Loco hops up onto the apron, drills Moxley with a hard right hand, spinning him around. Taking hold of the tag rope, Loco uses it around Herb’s neck to choke him in the corner. Referee Ross Quattro sees what’s going on, though, and rushes in. Ross Quattro: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! “QUATRO!!” yells a group of young men in the front row as Ross makes the fourth count. Loco lets go of the choke and hops down off the apron, not wanting to be disqualified, and Ross looks over with confusion at the group of laughing and cheering guys in the front row, their whole section enjoying the pun. Ross simply shakes his head and gets back to the action. Jimmy Yates: Did those fans just do what I think they did?! Alan Ducard: I believe they yelled “Quatro” just as Ross QUATTRO was going to count “four”… Bryan Harris: Stupid frat kids always come up with crazy things like that. I hope it doesn’t catch on… Alan Ducard: Most importantly, this is a good time to point out that disqualifications can be registered as part of this match, and I’m hearing in my ear piece that if one of these competitors is disqualified, the match will continue as a triple threat. Moxley uses this chance to reenter the fray as he’d been standing in the corner off to the side and charges at Del with a nerd-line. Carver goes down, and X-Calibur is back up. Moxley goes down to a running Yakuza kick by X, and Carver is back up. X is taken down by a tornado discus punch by Carver, and Moxley is back up. Alan Ducard: Such a frenetic pace here... it’s hard to keep up! Charging forward at for a second nerd-line, Moxley misses as Carver ducks underneath it. Heading into the ropes, X-Calibur gets to his feet in time to knock Carver down with a rising uppercut in retaliation. Rebounding off the ropes, Moxley jumps in the air and spins, connecting on the bridge of X-Calibur’s nose with a front missile dropkick. All of a sudden, as Moxley gets up, an unexpected Loco LEVELS Moxley inside out with a springboard spinning heel kick. Alan Ducard: Bloody hell! Wicked spinning heel kick there by Loco! Back to his feet, Loco Martinez poses in the middle of the ring as all three competitors are down on the canvas. The crowd booing, Loco only feeds off of this and laughs manically. Jimmy Yates: Where did the champ come from?! Bryan Harris: Haha, this is EXACTLY what Loco had been hoping for. Let Carver, Mox, and X fight amongst themselves and SWOOP IN for the kill. He keeps this tactic up, he will retain that title in no time flat. Alan Ducard: You very well could be right, Bryan. He’s the quintessential vulture in this match-up; feeding on the carrion that lie in his wake. Reaching down for Moxley, Loco Martinez slaps his former friend in the face a few times for added insult to injury. With Moxley standing up right, Loco lift him up by the legs, twists, and snaps Moxley down throat first across the top rope with a stun gun. Moxley crumples in a awkward heap, and Loco dives down for the quick cover, hooking both legs in deep for a hopeful if not hopeless pin attempt. One!! Two!! Moxley kicks out just in time for Carver to witness the pinfall attempt happening before him. Racing over to Loco with a foot ready to stomp down on his back, the World Champion quickly slithers back outside of the ring like a snake going back in his hole. Narrowly escaping Carver’s clutches again, Del cusses frustratingly out at Loco Martinez who is grinning like a Cheshire cat with the fans booing his methodology thus far in the match. Jimmy Yates: I don’t like this one bit. Loco’s showing what kind of a coward he really is here in this match-up. Bryan Harris: Coward?! Please. Loco has shown nothing short of one-hundred percent brilliance here in this match. The ‘hit and run’ method might seem ‘cheap’ to someone as ignorant as you, but there’s a reason why Loco Martinez is LEGACY World Champion. Jimmy Yates: Bad argument. ‘Cause, no offense Bry? But there
IS a reason why Loco Martinez is World Champion, and it has EVERYTHING
to do with the fact that he once again manipulated his way into the
reign and NOTHING to do with actually beating someone in that ring fair
and square. At the same exact time, Loco Martinez climbs the steel railing on the outside and measures up Carver’s head and shoulders draped over the middle rope, facing him. Holding Moxley up for a few seconds, X-Calibur snaps back to the mat with an Earth shattering stalling-snap vertical suplex. Shrugging to the audience, Loco spins forward off of the steel guard railing and connects with a 540 inside turning kick to the skull of Diamond Del Carver before slamming into the edge of the apron and falling roughly down onto the outside mat below. Carver’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he slides limply off of the middle rope to the canvas. “HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!”, the audience cries out as Loco uses the ring skirt to pull himself back up to his feet. Cirque Du MoFo fans sitting at ringside applaud the self-sacrificing high risk maneuver as Loco Martinez takes a snide bow before them. Bryan Harris: (Audibly applauding.) Bravo! Jimmy Yates: Stop. As X-Calibur drapes himself over Moxley, the ref makes it to only one before Loco slides in and kicks X-Calibur square in the ribs. Absorbing the kick, X-Calibur rolls to his side and catches the hind quarters of Loco’s right leg as the World Champion attempts to make a quick exit from the ring. Furiously shaking X off of him like an entanglement of cobwebs, Loco manages to succeed as he dives over the middle rope, spilling to the apron and rolling to his feet on the outside mat. Alan Ducard: Once again, Loco making a quick exit from the match, escaping what surely would have been harm’s way. Bryan Harris: All he has to do is keep doing this and OUR World Champion WILL retain his title. Seeing Carver lying on his back from the kick to the head Loco previously delivered, X goes to hook a leg but Moxley is already up and on top of things. Kicking X square in the back of his head, Moxley guides X to his feet and, after showing to the crowd a “V” symbol with his fingers, he cinches on a Vulcan death grip. X-Calibur begins yelling out to the crowd, as some of the people in attendance begin laughing their asses off at the ridiculous submission attempt. Jimmy Yates: No way X-Calibur taps out to Spock. X equals greater than Star Trek. Throwing an elbow up, he connects right in the eye socket, sending Moxley back a bit. Turning around, rubbing the spot where Moxley had the death grip cinched in, X-Calibur charges forward. Moxley is ready for it though, and like a character straight out of Street Fighter II, Moxley yells “FLASH KICK”, performs a back-flip with one foot extended and connects right on the button of X-Calibur’s chin, sending him down to the mat. Alan Ducard: What the hell was that?! Jimmy Yates: I never thought I’d say this but... that was a freaking FLASH KICK!! Herb Moxley hooks a leg and Quattro is right there for a count. ONE!! TWO!! Shouldering out of the pin just in time, this doesn’t stop Loco from running back into the ring and stomping down hard on the back of Moxley’s head. With the crowd booing, Loco begins taunting once again, but little does he know that Del Carver is back on his feet, albeit holding his head with a grimace. Walking right up behind Loco, Del Carver whips Loco around, boots him in the gut, applies a three-quarter necklock and drives him to the canvas with an old school Diamond Cutter!!! Bryan Harris: WHAT?! Alan Ducard: DIAMOND CUTTER!! He FINALLY got his hands on him!! The crowd roars as Del makes a cover and the fans eagerly count along in Joyous abandon. ONE!! Alan Ducard: This is it!! TWO!! THR- Moxley drops a short leg drop across the back of Del Carver’s head to break up the pin. Bryan Harris: Thank God for the nerd!! With Herb Moxley working on bringing Carver to his feet, X-Calibur manages to get to his own just in time to see Loco woozily roll himself out of the ring to the outside mat. Looking at Moxley and Carver, X-Calibur then looks down at Loco outside of the ring. Looking back at Moxley and Carver, X-Calibur then looks back to Loco... the decision seemingly a hard one to make. Alan Ducard: It looks like X-Calibur is reassessing the situation. Bryan Harris: Just what IS more important to X-Calibur here? Getting revenge on Loco... or fighting for the world title? Yelling “F–k it.”, X-Calibur steps between the ropes
to the outside, rubbing his jaw from the flash kick Moxley connected
with him. Suddenly, Moxley stops him from going outside of the ring
and nails a barrage of punches to the side of X’s head. Climbing
back inside of the ring, X-Calibur throws some rights of his own out
of sheer defensive strategy, and then throws Moxley back into the ropes.
Moxley on the rebound, X goes for a Thesz press but Moxley stops just
short of X, watches him land on his feet gets to his feet and PLUCKS
him viciously square in the eye. X-Calibur reels back, blinded by the
devastating pluck and accidentally stumbles through the middle rope,
hitting the outside apron hard and rolling to the outside mat below.
Mox “brushes his hands off” of X-Calibur, and the fans in
attendance laugh hysterically at the pluck of doom. Jimmy Yates: X goes down... to the pluck of DOOM!! Bryan Harris: What the PLUCK was that?! Get it?! Jimmy Yates: Really? Bryan Harris: What?! Jimmy Yates: ...annnnnd you just killed it. Holding his throbbing eye, X-Calibur manages to catch a glimpse of Loco sitting up, holding his head and neck. Shaking the pain from his eye away and blinking repeatedly to moisten the throbbing area, X-Calibur looks down at Loco who has risen to his knees, and a look of sudden realization comes across Loco’s face as he looks up and sees the smiling face of the former World Champion. But when X-Calibur takes a step forward, X’s knee buckles and X-Calibur goes down badly. Alan Ducard: Oh no.. Jimmy Yates: Oh hell, I think he might’ve torn something in the landing there after that pluck by Moxley. Carver and Mox seize this opportunity to once again connect with a collar and elbow tie up. This time Moxley is ready for the bigger veteran and from the tie-up he falls to his knees with a jawbreaker that catches Del stunned. Alan Ducard: Nice jawbreaker! Moxley brings Carver to his feet, but as soon as he does Carver also hooks the beginning stages of a Diamond Cutter on him. Moxley sees it coming though and pushes Carver off enough to turn around and catch his arms with a backslide. One!! Two!! THR- Carver kicks out as the fans cry out in exasperation over the teasing of Moxley almost becoming World Champion. Holding his mouth in agony, Del tries to get back to his feet with his eyes squinting, giving Moxley enough room to place Del’s head in between his legs for a piledriver. Heaving upwards, he tries to get Carver in the air, but Carver counters with a nicely executed back body drop. Bryan Harris: Old man rivers with a counter.. Taunting X-Calibur by slapping him on the back of his head, Loco gains enough confidence in the situation to stand beside X-Calibur, enjoying the site of him yell out in agony over his bum knee joint. Alan Ducard: X looks really hurt here... Jimmy Yates: He might have twisted his knee on that landing there, Alan. Not sure. Rolling around on the outside mat, crying out in agony, X shouts, “My knee! My knee!” as Loco looks on curiously. Ross Quattro, who up until this point has been perfectly happy letting Klinton Porter handle things inside of the ring, sees this and immediately rushes to the side of X-Calibur. Bryan Harris: Yes, X-Calibur is injured! Alan Ducard: That’s not funny, Bryan. If there’s one universal thing you just don’t do in this business, it’s pray for a wrestler to be injured. Bryan Harris: Yeah? Tell that to X-Calibur. John Iley? Sean Boden? Any of these names ringing any bells? Back inside of the ring, Carver guides Moxley to his feet and delivers a stiff backhand chop, nearly shattering the blood vessels with impact. The crowd goes “Wooooo!” and Moxley reels back clutching his chest. Carver fires up for another one and connects, sending Moxley all the way back into the ropes yet again. Licking his palm, readying for an even harder chop, Carver reaches back for it when Moxley shoots a right hand to the side of Carver’s face. Moxley throws another one and Carver reels back enough to give Moxley some breathing room. Measuring up Carver’s knee, Moxley delivers a basement dropkick to his knee, causing the veteran to fall to the mat, clutching his knee joint in agony. Bryan Harris: Looks like Carver might be bunking up with X in the hospital for knee replacements after this one’s all said and done! Quattro tries to tend to X-Calibur, watching almost helplessly as the man rolls around clutching his knee. Loco turns his back to the front row of the audience, absolutely proud of his handiwork. Instantaneously, X-Calibur whips back up to his feet, showing everyone that his knee was perfectly fine and stalks behind the unsuspecting Loco with a smirk a mile wide. Bryan Harris: WHAT?! Jimmy Yates: Hahaha, his knee is fine!! Way to pull one over the World Champion, X! The fans watch behind Loco as he tries to get under their skin. They start screaming in excitement as X-Calibur creeps up behind him stealthily, and then, as Loco raises his arms in the air for some kind of moral victory, X-Calibur grabs him by the waist band and the back of the head and THROWS him full force into the guard rail like a lawn dart. Bryan Harris: THAT SON OF A- Jimmy Yates: Jesus!!! That was ROUGH!! Alan Ducard: Looks like Loco just got a dose of his own medicine!! As Carver gets up to one knee, Moxley backtracks into the ropes, and on the rebound he flies forward with something resembling a flying bicycle kick to Del Carver. The smacking echo of boot meeting face reverberates through out the arena and Moxley floats over on top of Carver’s upper body in mid-air for the innovative cover. Klinton Porter is right there for the count.. One!! Two!! Carver kicks out emphatically, cussing angrily over the pain in his face from Moxley’s kick. Jimmy Yates: Give it to Herbie Jay for staying focused in this match. He damn near pinned a Hall of Famer there for the World Title! Alan Ducard: Yeah, all the while X-Calibur isn’t even paying attention! X-Calibur drags Loco up to his feet and roughly takes him by the back of the head and shoulders. Pointing him in the direction of the steel ring post, X-Calibur throws him forward as hard as he can, causing Loco to do a somersault into the post spine first where he lands with a hard THUD straight on top of his head. Bryan Harris: OH MY GOD!!! Jimmy Yates: His neck could be BROKEN!! He could be PARALYZED!! Holding the back of his neck with one hand and his lower back with the other, Loco buries his head in the outside mat as X-Calibur very coldly grabs him by the back of his head again and rips him back up to his feet. “You like that, you son of a BITCH?! How about ANOTHER?!”, X-Calibur shouts near the camera with Loco in his grasp. Barely able to stand, Loco Martinez is guided forcefully down the length of the outside perimeter. Bryan Harris: Now where the heck is he going?! Loco falls to his knees on the mat, holding up his hands in a “t” sign, asking for a time-out. X-Calibur shakes his head no, and advances towards Loco who is sliding himself back on the ground, trying to slowly escape the inevitable clutches of X-Calibur. With some of the bloodthirsty fans in the front row pleading for their thirst to be quenched, a seething X-Calibur once again points Loco Martinez in the direction of the steel ring post and whips him as hard as he can into it. Once again the force of X-Calibur’s throw sends Loco forward into an awkward somersault, causing the man to land on the top of his head for a second straight time. The gasps of the watching crowd echo through the arena as Loco remains motionless on the outside mat. Bryan Harris: He’s gonna kill him, damn it!!! Bryan Harris: You CANNOT sit there and tell me what X-Calibur is doing is just. Forget the pro-wrestling side of things, he’s... he’s trying to freaking KILL the man!! As X-Calibur goes to pick up Loco, Ross Quattro stands between the World Champion and his aggressor. Yelling for him to “Move the f–k out of the way!”, X-Calibur looks back at the fans and then shrugs. Gripping his hands around the LEGACY official, X-Calibur SNAPS to the outside mat in a blur of aggression with a sick X-Terminator. Alan Ducard: WHAT THE HELL?! Bryan Harris: X-TERMINATOR... ON QUATTRO?! Jimmy Yates: Oh this can’t be good for Loco... or, well, X for that matter... “HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!” the fans chant in unholy unison as Quattro lies motionless on the outside mat and Loco Martinez barely stirs beside him. Looking out at the fans in attendance, X-Calibur nods his head as some “X-Cal! X-Cal!” chants escape their mouths from the carnage being left in the wake of X-Calibur. Moxley looks out and sees Quattro sprawled out and unconscious. Looking up at X-Calibur Moxley doesn’t have time to react before Carver rolls him up from behind. One! Two!! Not even bothering to stop the count happening inside of the ring, X-Calibur looks back down at Loco and begins to slowly pick him up once again. Loco is barely able to stand, and when he does, X drags him over to the third corner ring post. Positioning himself and Loco directly in front of the post, X-Calibur holds Loco in a belly-to-belly suplex position, lifts up, and throws the World Champion spine and neck first into the ring post with an overhead release belly-to-belly suplex. Loco once again lands awkwardly, almost coming straight down on his head once again. Having enough of what he’s seen, Klinton Porter climbs outside of the ring and steps in between Loco’s body and X-Calibur. “Get in that ring! NOW!!” Without saying a word, X-Calibur knees LEGACY official Klinton Porter in the gut, takes him by the back of his head... and RAMS him face first into the same steel ring post that Loco’s body collided with. Porter goes down like a sack of sack of rocks and the fans watch in stunned silence as X-Calibur’s wrath of chaos grows increasingly disturbed. Alan Ducard: Somebody back there do something!! X has lost it!! Bryan Harris: This man should be FIRED!! Meanwhile, after the roll-up attempt, Carver brings Moxley to his feet and sets him up for a gutwrench suplex. Heaving the nerd up in the air, Carver twists in mid-air and turns it into a front falling gutwrench powerbomb. Going to hook a leg, Carver looks around and sees that there is no referee. Only X-Calibur standing outside beside two unconscious bodies. Shaking his head with frustration, Carver gets up and looks at X-Calibur who isn’t even looking back at him. Yelling, “What the HELL, X?”, Carver calls out to him with his arms held out. “HEY, I’m talking to you!” Carver shouts but X-Calibur ignores him completely and focuses on Loco Martinez laying on the mat. Jimmy Yates: We need some help out here. It looks like X-Calibur has reached his breaking point. Looking over at the announce team, X-Calibur walks up beside the announce table and grabs a hold of a steel chair that was propped up against the barricade separating the audience from the announce team. Looking back at Loco, X-Calibur slowly walks over to the World Champion with a sadistic look on his face. Carver sees this act though and, instead of following up his offense on Moxley, he decides to step between the ropes to the outside. Cautiously approaching the side of X-Calibur, Carver doesn’t even have time to react as, out of his peripheral vision.... BANG... X-Calibur swings and connects square in the forehead with a devastating steel chair shot to Diamond Del Carver.. Alan Ducard: BLOODY EFFING HELL!!! Bryan Harris: CARVER IS DEAD!! Carver goes down flat on his back and X-Calibur looks at him for only a moment before focusing back on Loco Martinez, who is just now starting to rise back to his feet on his own volition. Looking to connect with a steel chair shot, X-Calibur swings... BANG, X misses and connects chair with ring post. Alan Ducard: Loco got out of the way!! With the entire crowd becoming unglued for the chaotic nature of X-Calibur, Loco dives out of the way, spilling down onto the outside mat in front of the announce table. With X-Calibur walking towards Loco, Moxley is back up to his feet inside of the ring after having been gutwrench powerbombed by Del Carver. Having watched some of the chaos surround the ring, Moxley is back on his feet and looking out at the fans. Then, at X-Calibur standing in front of Loco with the steel chair, Moxley runs back into the ropes to pick up some speed. Bryan Harris: What is that IDIOT doing?! Alan Ducard: Moxley going for a suicide dive?! Jimmy Yates: Nerds can fly too!! Just as this chair shot happens, about a dozen men wearing standard yellow security shirts rush from the back and down the elevated rampway. Some of them hop down to the left and some of them hop down to the right as the security team flanks the weapon wielding X-Calibur. All of a sudden, referee Leonard Nolan appears from behind the curtains and rushes down the elevated ramp way and into the ring. Jimmy Yates: What the hell is happening here? Do we have a match going on or NOT?! Alan Ducard: I don’t know what to make of this, James. I really don’t. As Nolan shouts to Josephina Colbert, a sore Loco Martinez rolls Moxley’s unconscious body off of him and holds the side of his neck. Looking at X-Calibur with the steel chair and the yellow shirts surrounding the scene, a faint smirk appears on Loco’s face just in time to hear Colbert’s announcement. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that... AS A RESULT OF A DISQUALIFICATION... X-Calibur has been ELIMINATED from the match-up and MUST return to the locker room area!! Alan Ducard: WHAT?! Jimmy Yates: NO WAY!!! Bryan Harris: OH GLORIOUS BABY JESUS!!!! “BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”, and “YEEEEEEEEAAAAAH!!!”, the split audience shouts as X-Calibur looks down at the smirking Loco Martinez. X-Calibur simply smirks back, somewhat unaffected by the execution decision to take him out of the ongoing match-up. Dropping the steel chair, X-Calibur looks around at the carnage left in his wake and shakes his head. Looking back at Loco Martinez, X-Calibur then looks at some of the security approaching him. Alan Ducard: Looks like X-Calibur has been- BANG!! Before Alan can even finish his sentence, X-Calibur NAILS one of the security guards right across the forehead with the chair. The rest of the security team jumps on him, attempting to disarm the former challenger and subdue him long enough to get him to the backstage area. X-Calibur then drops the chair but continues fighting, landing a couple of good shots on some of the security team before they manage to hold his arms behind his back and move him away from the bodies laying on the floor. Shouting maniacally at the security guards, “THAT SON OF A BITCH IS MINE!!!!”, X-Calibur is dragged forcefully up the ramp before eventually disappearing behind the curtains. Alan Ducard: What a turn of events, ladies and gentlemen!! This fatal fourway match has just turned into a TRIPLE THREAT!! Jimmy Yates: One thing people always seems to forget in these one-pin-ends-it-all type match-ups is that, there are NO elimination rules... but at the same time, you CAN be thrown out with a disqualification!! Bryan Harris: Yeah, well it looks like X-Calibur is one of those people who forgot that rule!!! Technicians work on Porter, Quattro, and the security guard that was laid out. Diamond Del Carver is out. Herbert J. Moxley is out. And Loco Martinez... is standing up long enough to roll himself into the ring. Looking around in disbelief, holding the neck he landed on three times from the brutal attacks by X-Calibur, Loco Martinez begins laughing, holding his arms up in the air over the fact that he is finally rid of X-Calibur. Alan Ducard: I think Loco is finally realizing what just happened. After all those bumps he just took... X-Calibur is gone!! Bryan Harris: And look at the damage that has been done!! Looking out at Moxley and Del, Loco rubs his hands together, almost salivating. Motioning to Leonard Nolan that he’s alright, Loco then painfully exits the ring... and drags the unconscious Del Carver to his feet long enough to roll him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Carver remains out on his back as Loco walks, grimacing in pain, over towards Moxley who is flat on his stomach on the mat... with a puddle of blood forming around his head. Picking up the nerd, Loco throws him underneath the bottom rope and into the ring as well. Jimmy Yates: No way. Not like this... Dragging Carver to the center of the ring, and then Moxley to the center
of the ring, Loco looks out at the audience and drops to his knees between
them, placing a pinky on each chest, the audience watches as Leonard
Nolan drops down to administer the count on both competitors. Bryan Harris: HOLY CRAP!!! TWO!! Bryan Harris: HOLY CRAP!!! THREE!! Bryan Harris: HE DID IT!!! LOCO RETAINS!!! Jimmy Yates: NO HE DIDN’T!!! THEY KICKED OUT!!! THEY KICKED OUT!!! Alan Ducard: THE MATCH CONTINUES!!! The audience explodes into unison as Carver and the bloodied up Moxley both manage to get a shoulder up at the same exact time. Bryan Harris: I can’t believe the nerd is bleeding. I didn’t think he had it in him... Alan Ducard: Moxley certainly does look like a mess. Can’t say I’ve ever seen the kid bleeding in a match before. Loco starts pounding the mat like a child, completely incensed that he couldn’t capitalize on the opportunity inadvertently left for him by X-Calibur. Alan Ducard: He’s throwing a fit! What is he, two?! After gritting his teeth Loco brings Carver up and nails a few hard punches to the head that rocks Carver back. Following him in, Loco leans in on the ropes with Del and uses the extra recoil to send Carver into the opposite ropes. Loco shoots in with Carver on the rebound but the seasoned veteran dives with a lunging lariat that rocks Loco inside and out. Carver uses this opportunity to regain his bearings and takes a moment to rest. Moxley slowly pulls himself forward on the canvas, blood gushing from his forehead like a geyser. Reaching the bottom rope, he starts pulling himself up using only his upper body, and when he’s grabbed the top rope he places his feet down on the canvas and stands on his own. Turning around, he drapes himself on the top rope like a man on a cross to keep himself in an upright position. Carver gets up off the mat, and he spots the bloodied up Moxley holding
himself up across the ring. Peeling him off the top rope like a wet
band-aid, Carver sets him up for a vertical suplex. Lifting him up into
the air, the blood from Moxley’s gashed up forehead trickles down
onto Carver’s biceps and face, cascading off of his chest before
hitting the wrestling mat in speckles and spots. Jimmy Yates: Moxley is in a very bad way right now, and I don’t see how he’s going to be able to pull a victory out in this match right now. Bryan Harris: He’s not going to, Jimmy. So far, Loco has played his game to PERFECTION, even getting X-Calibur thrown out from this match... there’s no beating Loco when he’s at the top of his mental game, and right now he is definitely there. After nearly fifteen full seconds, Del Carver slams Moxley back down to the mat and makes a cover. Nolan counts, One!! Two!! Loco breaks it up with a double axe handle to Carver’s back. Carver stands up on his own but allows Loco to half-guide him up to his feet. When standing, Carver sends an elbow or two into Loco’s mid-section. Turning Loco around, Carver sets him up for a back suplex, but slams his knee into Loco’s tail bone for a rough landing atomic drop. Loco holds his tail bone in agony and Carver races to the ropes. On the rebound, Carver holds out his arm for a clothesline, but for half a step he clutches Loco in for an STO takedown slam. Alan Ducard: Diamond Line!! Making the cover... ONE!! TWO!! THR- NO!! Loco kicks out!! Moxley tries pulling himself towards the ropes again, obviously affected by this unexpected blood loss. Carver maintains his focus on Loco though and proceeds to bring him to his feet again. Slapping Loco on the chest with an open palm, Loco clutches the bursting capillaries in his sternum and reels back. Bryan Harris: Chops should be illegal, damn it!! Throw Carver out of this one, too!! Carver moves in and goes for an Irish whip but Loco manages to reverse it. Carver sent to the ropes, Loco follows in and delivers a kitchen sink knee shot to the gut that doubles Carver over with his back leaning on the ropes. Reaching up Loco sets Carver up for a DDT, but when he snaps down for it Carver holds onto the top rope, causing Loco to DDT nothing but the atmosphere in his grasp. Jimmy Yates: Oof!!! Carver reaches down and picks Loco up, setting him up for a power-bomb. Lifting him up, Carver runs across the ring and DRIVES the World Champion’s shoulders down onto the canvas with a running sit-down powerbomb. Alan Ducard: CARVER CRUNCH!! Bryan Harris: Oh no... Jimmy Yates: THAT’S IT!!! Nolan is right there... ONE!! TWO!! THR- Moxley dives on top of Carver to break up the pin!! The crowd chants “LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!!” at the closeness of that pin attempt, and Carver is back up on the mat. Looking at the blood soaked Moxley, Carver reaches in for a clothesline but Moxley ducks it. Catching Carver by the back of his neck, Moxley follows through with a falling neck breaker and floats over into a pin attempt of his own.. ONE!! TWO!! NO!!!! Carver kicks out!!! Jimmy Yates: That may have been the last gasp before the plunge for Moxley. Alan Ducard: I don’t know about that. This bloke’s got more guts than people give him credit for. Look! Gritting his teeth, Moxley forces himself to stand up as the blood oozes down his face. Wiping it away, looking over at Loco who is also standing up, Moxley unleashes a blitzkrieg of rights and lefts that send him back down to the mat in a hurry. Stomping down on Loco, Moxley yells out in a fire driven rage. Jimmy Yates: Moxley’s back in this thing!! Bryan Harris: Don’t hold your breath. Moxley whips Loco into the turnbuckle, and Loco lands hard, abdomen first. Loco stumbles backwards off the enormous impact, and Moxley is it right there. Lifting up on Loco’s waist from a go-behind waist lock position, Moxley slams him down into the canvas with a reverse sit-out spinebuster. Loco rolls around on the mat, clutching his abdomen from the double impact. Reaching over, Moxley hooks a leg and Nolan is there to administer the count. ONE!! TWO!! Running into the ropes, Carver dives with a basement flying forearm that collides devastatingly with the skull of Moxley. Hooking a leg from Moxley.. ONE!! TWO!! THR- MOXLEY KICKS OUT!!! Carver slams his hands into the mat, frustrated that, despite all that blood, the nerd won’t stay down for the pin. Alan Ducard: Looks like Carver might be losing some focus here. Bringing Moxley up to his feet, Carver throws him into the ropes. Moxley off the rebound, he flies through the air and connects with a flying spinning heel kick that sends Carver down flush against the canvas. Moxley up again, and he follows this up by jumping to the bottom rope nearest Carver for a bottom rope moonsault. Connecting square in Carver’s chest, Moxley makes a lateral cover. One!! Two!! Lifting him like a set of dumbbells, Carver sends Moxley flying off of him. Seconds later, Loco connects with a split-legged moonsault!!! Bryan Harris: HAPPINESS!!! Jimmy Yates: Out of NOWHERE!!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE- NO!!! Carver kicked out!! Jimmy Yates: How the hell did he do that?! Alan Ducard: If two moonsaults in a row don’t put away Diamond Del Carver, I don’t know what WILL. Moxley pulling himself to his feet, he wipes away some more blood. Loco also has gotten to his feet. But before Loco can turn around, Moxley grabs him in a bulldog headlock, backs up towards the ropes, ascends to the middle turnbuckle, pushes off the turnbuckle in a spinning motion and lands hard on the mat with a tornado bulldog. Turning Loco over, Moxley finds it within himself to hook a leg. ONE!! TWO!! THR- Carver breaks it up, and all three men lay on the mat exhausted. Carver is the first one up, and after him is Loco. Moxley, bleeding profusely, continues to lay on the mat face down. Loco swings at Carver, but Carver catches his arm and WHIPS down to the mat with a fujiwara armbar! Alan Ducard: DIAMOND DISLOCATION!!! Loco screams out in agony as Carver cinches it on deeply, arching his back up while hyperextending the elbow joint. Jimmy Yates: No way he gets out of this one. That arm is bent in a very SICK and UNNATURAL way! Loco raises a hand like he’s going to tap, but balls his hand up into a fist. Refusing to tap, Carver just keeps putting more and more torque onto the elbow and shoulder of the World Champion.. Bryan Harris: Fight it, champ!! Fight it!!! Loco Martinez finally stops shaking his fist and lowers it to the mat. Seconds before tapping, Moxley dropkicks Carver in the back of the head, successfully breaking up the submission attempt. Carver releases the hold and stands back up, disappointed he couldn’t get the World Champion to tap out. Focusing back on Moxley, Carver goes to lift Moxley up but he is met with a stomp to the foot. This momentarily catches Carver off guard, which is more than enough time for Moxley to connect with a DDT. Standing back up, Moxley looks at Loco Martinez and then starts heading to the ropes on the side of the elevated ramp way. Stepping in between the ropes to the outside, Moxley turns back towards the ring with his hands resting on the top rope. Alan Ducard: What is Mox going for here?! Bryan Harris: Who cares?! LOOK!! All of a sudden, the fans start screaming “Lookout!” to Moxley as T. Rex and Arch Angel come running down the elevated ramp way area. Moxley goes for a springboard, but T. Rex and Arch Angel reach him in time. Just as Moxley propels himself upwards and goes to stand on the top rope, Rex and Angel grab a handful of his tights and pull back, slamming his neck and spine into the elevated steel ramp structure. As Angel and Rex taunt fans, they pull the bloody and broken Moxley to his feet. Rex sets him up for a side Russian leg sweep and T. Rex primes his foot up for a big boot. Snapping back at the same time Angel connects in the face with a gigantic big boot, Moxley’s head crashes down against the steel ramp. Jimmy Yates: DAMN that ANARCHY!! Alan Ducard: That’s that move ANARCHY has been using... Bryan Harris: Yeah, they call it One Foot in the Grave!! Alan Ducard: Whatever it is, Moxley looks unconscious and hurt... he might need some serious medical attention here!!! Jimmy Yates: The ref didn’t even SEE IT!! With Moxley down and out, both members of ANARCHY retreat to the sides of the elevated ramp way and hop down to the outside mat as Loco Martinez grabs at the pant leg of Nolan, pleading with him for a time out and thereby distracting him from the heinous actions that ANARCHY just committed. Hunkering down beneath the ring skirt, Nolan doesn’t even see ANARCHY. Instead, he sees Herb Moxley laying on the ramp way, bleeding from the head and seemingly unconscious. Alan Ducard: Del Carver knows exactly what happened. Look! Carver pleads for Nolan to check down beside the ring where he saw T. Rex disappear to. Meanwhile, as Nolan begins checking that side of the ring, Arch Angel pokes his head up from the other side of the ring and looks right at Del Carver. Carver sees him and turns Nolan around so he can see him. Angel looks mock-surprised and Nolan furiously gets in his face, demanding that he leave the ringside area. T. Rex pops back up from the side of the ring Carver initially had the referee looking... with a steel pipe. Carver, as astute and observant as a seasoned veteran of the game can get, turns back around and spots Rex climbing onto the apron. Cutting him off, Carver grabs the man by the arm holding the pipe and WAYLAYS him in the face, much to the delight of the crowd. Rex goes flying off the apron down to the outside mat, and Del grips onto the steel pipe tightly. But as soon as Carver turns around... Loco flies forward with a superkick. Del ducks though, and as Loco swings around, Del swings with the steel pipe. Del misses with the pipe and as he swings around, Loco drops to his knees and NAILS him with a meat hook behind the referee’s back. Carver instinctively covers his diamonds which causes him to drop the pipe. Loco picks up the pipe, swings, and connects right in the head of Del Carver. Seconds before Nolan turned back around, Loco tosses the pipe outside of the ring and drapes himself across Carver’s body. ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! Bryan Harris: It’s over!!! He did it!!! Alan Ducard: NO HE DIDN’T!! CARVER KICKED OUT!!! Just before Nolan’s hand came down for three, Carver’s shoulder managed to come up inches from the mat, effectively stopping the pin from happening. Loco gets up with lightning quickness, his eyes bulging out of their sockets. Almost pulling strands of hair out of his head, Loco gets in the face of Leonard Nolan. Del Carver meanwhile uses the ropes to help pull himself up. Loco grabs Nolan by his shirt collar, screaming at the man to make a faster count... and at the same exact time, T. Rex slithers back into the ring, fetching for the steel pipe. Jimmy Yates: COME... ON... DO something, ref. DO SOMETHING!!! TURN AROUND!! As soon as Carver gets to his knees, he drapes himself over the middle rope. T. Rex takes a hand at each end of the steel pipe he now grasps and covers the hollow openings with his palms. Then, standing up on the ring apron, T. Rex jumps back, and CRASHES the length of the pipe down against the back of Carver’s cranium like a guillotine blade chopping off a peasant’s head. Carver slumps backwards into the ring, unconscious. Loco finally lets go of Carver, hooks both legs for a cover and Nolan counts away. ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! Alan Ducard: What a bloody tragedy this is... a bloody tragedy, I say. Bryan Harris: Cirque du MoFo has done it!! Their band leader has successfully retained his title!! Josephina Colbert: The winner of this match... and... STILL... LEGACY Champion of the World... LOCO... MARTINEZ!!!! Jimmy Yates: What a sad, sad ending to a match that was doomed at the start. That damn Loco showed nothing but trickery and deception this WHOLE match... Bryan Harris: ...and in the end, he’s still World Champion. And that’s all that matters, Jimbo. That’s all that matters. As the Von Bondies scream “C’Mon! C’Mon!” to the capacity crowd, the arena fills with trash and debris as Loco Martinez holds the LEGACY World Championship high above his head. T. Rex and Arch Angel both celebrate with their leader in the middle of the ring, hugging the Main Event MOFO for a hard fought victory over three World Champion caliber athletes. For a fleeting moment, T. Rex looked down at the steel pipe that ended the match and back up at Loco Martinez... ... but only for a moment. |
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