A family sitting on their couch.

Flash: A placid looking group at the bar.

Flash: A group of Legacy employees sitting eating a meal.

Flash: A Legacy crowd inside the arena before the show starts, sitting patiently.

The lyrics hit.

"So much pain .... we
Dont know how to be but angry"

Flash of various bodies in various positions inside a Legacy ring. Crumpled. Bloodied. Exhausted. Crashing to the mat in pain.

"Feel infected like we've got gangrene
Please dont let anybody try to change me"

A shot of Loco Martinez holding the World Title, a huge smile on his face, John Thomas standing next to him. Flash to X-Calibur drilling Moxley with a chair. Being dragged backstage rage seeping from every pore.

"Me
Just me"

Justin Moreno leaping from the scaffold, crashing into Derek Shane below.. Crazy Boy hangs out backstage talking with Greyson Blade.

"In the middle of a sea full of faces
Full of faces"

Flash bulbs go off in the ring as we spin to show the crowd standing, roaring their approval.

"Some laugh"

A shot of Loco Martinez smiling huge

"some salivate"

A close up of Issac with Greyson Blade's blood dripping down his chin.

"Whats in your alleyway
Recycling bins or bullet cases"

Domination battling Anarchy in the ring. AoD staring down HgH.

"Its not equal
Its not fair"

Crash and Crazy Boy battling in the ring. Flash to Crazy nailing the Crazy Airlines: Destination Somoa on an opponent.

"Were different people
But were not scared"

Flash from Ethan Leers to Fallen Angel to Adam Davis to Marcus Marion

"We aint never scared
To pave a new path"

Damien Black pummeling Issac Entragian. Becomes Issac handing the No Limits title to Damien mouthing "its yours now".

"Make a new street
Build a new bridge"

Mirage speaking with Lucien Gray. The two men standing with Osamu Hayashi at the Legacy X pre show.

"Say can you see by the dawns early light
Free slaves running"

Matthew Dawson nailing Devastation with a naseuating low blow... we flash to Dawson hoisting his newly won Tao of Valor belt high into the air, the light glistening off of it.

"Songs words werent right
Now a new days coming"

Diamond Del Carver standing inside a Legacy stand across from X-Calibur at 11th Hour.

"The few stay stunning"

Moxley gives Jen X a peck on the cheek backstage before heading through the curtains to his waiting fans.

"while the many are handsome"

Derek Shane runs his hands through his hair with a smug look on his face.

"Your soul is alive but they want it for ransom"

Cronos talking with Stephen Rawlings, snap to the two men brawling.

"The base drumming is the anthem
We step to the heartbeats of our granddaughters and grandsons"

The family from the couch in the opening jump to their feet, excited to see some Legacy action.

"And"

We see most of the Legacy Roster standing in the ring.

"Rise together"

Kumquat Kid dropping John Thomas to the mat with authority. Greyson Blade stretching Marcus Marion at 11th Hours.

"We... rise together"

The placid crowd from the opening jumps to their feet roaring. Kumquat Kid pins John Thomas.

"Rise together"

Split screen of Herbert J. Moxley and Justin Moreno jumping to the top rope, pausing a moment before launching themselves.

"We rise together"

The crowd again jumps to their feet.

"Rise together
We rise together"

Ben Murdock climbing the ladder, reaching for the Tag Titles.

"Rise together
We rise together"

Stephen Rawlings leaps up onto an opponent's shoulders. Nails a hurricanrana

"Rise together
We rise together"

Laura Seton flies off the top rope. Joey Sheppard launches himself into the "Lincoln Log Leg Drop".

"Rise together"

Greyson Blade standing center ring as cameras flash becomes Marcus Marion becomes X-Calibur becomes Diamond Del Carver.

"We rise together"

Finally one more shot of Loco Martinez hoisting his World Championship skyward with ANARCHY on either side of him and a huge smirk on his face.

Loco in his stylish blue suit and silver button down shirt can feel the hatred from the crowd, although he has little to fear from the crowd, or anyone else with the presence of John Thomas next to him in the ring, and Anarchy in their “secret service” styled garb standing at the base of the ramp. X-Calibur is suspended, and this – this is HIS moment. Loco stands proudly basking in boos from the crowd as he slowly pulls the mic he's holding to his Cheshire cat-like grin.

Loco Martinez: No matter how hard you try …

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Loco Martinez: No matter how hard anyONE tries …

Crowd: *even louder* BOOOOOOOOOO!

Loco Martinez: I am still YOUR Legacy World Heavyweight Champion.

The crowd is just unleashing on Loco after that last statement, and Loco stands smirking midst of the jeers as John Thomas shakes his head at the hate-filled audience, knowing full well that as the Champion, Loco deserves their respect.

Loco Martinez: No matter the obstacles this company has assembled, the bounties laid upon this head, or the insurmountable odds stacked in front of me. Here I yet stand...

Loco Martinez: Defiant.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Loco Martinez: Proud.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Loco Martinez: The symbol of excellence for this company... for this BUSINESS!

The Champion stops for a moment to let that sink in to everyone listening, to let them realize just who he is and what he’s accomplished.

Loco Martinez: And so I'm out here to ask... what's next? Huh?! What more can you people do to me? Throw at me? What more do I have to do? What more can possibly do-

Loco's cut off by the opening of "Harvester of Sorrow". Loco's eyes widen with worry. He looks around nervously as T.Rex and Arch Angel take a defensive stance at the base of the ramp. Not long after James Hetfield’s voice cuts through the air waves do we see X-Calibur strolling out through the curtains. Dressed with an almost blithe unconcern, he’s adorned in a backwards baseball cap, a tight-fit glove-like Under Armour tank top, and relaxed fit blue jeans. Resting on his shoulder is an aluminum baseball bat with the words “Designated Hitter” scrawled horizontally across the shiny silver. Seeing the weapon, Anarchy falls back into the ring next to Loco and JT.

Bryan Harris: Did X-Calibur come to fight or hit the batting cages?!

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure. He’s not scheduled to compete on the show.

Alan Ducard: If rumors are correct he might not be competing for a long while, actually.

Bryan Harris: What?!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah what do you mean, Alan?

Alan Ducard: Just listen and we may find out.

As the Metallica song fades away we are left with a capacity crowd chanting “X-Cal! X-Cal!”. Acknowledging the audience cheering him on, X-Calibur points out at everyone with the baseball bat before resting it back across his shoulder. Lifting a microphone to his lips, he opened his mouth for a brief moment but allowed nothing to come out. He stopped himself short, and continued listening to the fans chanting in the arena. Letting his arm fall to his side again, he began tapping himself on the shoulder with the bat; almost as if he was mulling over what to do next.

With Loco and Anarchy cupping their hands to their ears and mouths, conversing in the ring with one another over X-Calibur’s appearance and, specifically, trying to figure out what to do about X-Calibur’s aluminum equalizer, X-Calibur once again lifts the microphone to his mouth.

X-Calibur: GIVE ME MY SHOT YOU PUSSY!!!

The fans roar at X-Calibur’s bluntness and Loco Martinez appears none too happy. Mouthing, “NO!!” and “Absolutely NOT!” Loco kicks the bottom rope as some of the fans in attendance begin chanting the obligatory chant without consideration to the censors. “PUSSSSSSSS-EEEEEE!!! PUSSSSSSSS-EEEEEE!!!” they go as the censors remain surprisingly lax.

Bryan Harris: THEY CAN’T SAY THAT!!!

Jimmy Yates: Actually, yes they can. The beauty about cable is that it has become increasingly lenient these days!! They can say that, they can also say - (whispers something)

Alan Ducard: JAMES!!

Bryan Harris: You kiss Al’s Mother with that mouth?!

Loco Martinez: You come out here with a baseball bat like some kind of cowardly THUG.... *booooooooooooo*... and you call ME the *air quotes* pussy?!

X-Calibur smirks.

X-Calibur: Oh. Wow. Well you know... heh. You’re... you're right. This IS rather unfair, isn’t it? I mean...

He looks at the bat, and then points over at Anarchy.

X-Calibur: I mean, by itself, this hollowed out piece of aluminum here probably holds a higher level of intelligence than both members of the Goof Troop over there combined... (Mock surprise)... OH SNAP.

The crowd pops at this as X-Calibur chuckles a little bit into the microphone. T. Rex and Arch Angel shake their heads with a nasty grimace, clearly not amused with X-Calibur’s petty insults.

X-Calibur: But I didn’t come out here to knock anybody’s block off or fling the childish insults. Unless of course P.J. and Pistol Pete over there decide to get involved in our affairs once again. No, no... I came out here because I want my f***ing title shot. Plain and simple. Clear as Crystal Pepsi.

Just as Loco goes to speak into his microphone, X-Calibur cuts him off.

X-Calibur: STOP!! I’m tired of these little BITCH games you’ve been playing!! If it’s not a PATHETIC three on one beat down, it’s a four-way clusterf***!! No, no, NO. As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never even HAD a shot yet. Not a REAL one, like all of these people out here know damn well that I deserve. So you know what, you little WEASEL?! YOU... versus... ME. ONE... on... ONE. One way or another, you owe me the chance to kick your scrawny ASS all over that ring... and if you aren’t going to LET me collect on what I am owed...

All of a sudden X-Calibur removes the baseball bat from his shoulder and begins tapping the end of it against the palm of his hand with sheer menace.

X-Calibur: Then I’ll TAKE IT by ANOTHER means. With more INTEREST than Cirque du Suck can even AFFORD!!

X-Calibur drops the microphone against the ramp-way and begins heading down the aisle with bat in hand. All of a sudden, just before X-Calibur enters the ring, ANOTHER Metallica song begins playing over the speakers. This time though, it is “Outlaw Torn” which bring the crowd to its feet for the arrival of The Outlaw Greyson Blade. The Outlaw is dressed in a sleeveless version of his “Demand Respect” t-shirt and blue jeans, and he stops at the top of the ramp way a microphone in his hand, and he motions for the production guys to cut his music. The chants “BLADE” could already be heard competing with the music, and now with it gone it booms through the arena.

Jimmy Yates: Wow. This is HUGE. Simply HUGE. These three out here together now in front of the fans? This is almost surreal!

Alan Ducard: These are arguably three of the biggest names in LEGACY history is out here now, and it looks like Greyson has something to say.

The Outlaw has a look of determination etched across his countenance as he brings the mic to his lips.

"The Outlaw" Greyson Blade : Enough. I say that with respect for you *pointing to X-Calibur* and nothing but disgust for you *pointing to Loco*.

Now, X, I have absolutely no problem with you wanting to rip Loco limb from limb – in fact, I would have loved to have witnessed that happen at Eleventh Hour, but Loco borrowed himself a little more time. However, what I do have a problem with the idea that once again the World Championship would be up for grabs, and my name is not in that conversation.

The excitement level starts to grow even higher amongst the fans, who are already amped up. You can sense the anger, the frustration, but above all the passion starting resonate in The Outlaw’s voice. He’s not known to take much airtime to speak, so this is something obvious quite important to him.

The Outlaw: It’s been over TWO YEARS since I was screwed out of the LEGACY World Title by Marcus Marion, and since that time I have not been granted a shot at that belt. I haven’t even had the opportunity to step into the ring with that belt on the line, let alone have a rematch for what was rightfully mine and stolen from me, just like that pussy in the ring stole that belt from you X.

The crowd would normally cheer such an insult to Loco, but for now they sit absorbed by The Outlaw’s declaration.

The Outlaw: After I returned from my injury at the hands of Marcus Marion, I didn’t demand to step right back into the main event, I decided to start at the bottom and work my way back to prove my worth, and as I stand here before each and every one of you today, I believe with every fiber of my being that I have done just that.

Blade begins walking towards the ring slowly, as if not immediately provoke any of the men at ringside.

The Outlaw: Since I returned I have beaten three No Limits Champions and two World Champions, the latter of which I made to say “I Quit” at Eleventh Hour.

The Outlaw’s voice is ripe with intensity, and as Blade draws closer, the crowd cheers louder and louder, and with mention of Marion’s defeat they break out into another “BLADE” chant. The Outlaw pulls up in front of the ring, near X, so that he can both look X and Loco in the face, man to man.

The Outlaw: I’ve managed to overcome every challenge set before me, and I’ve scratched and clawed my way to the top once more. There is only one thing standing between me, and MY Title belt, and that’s getting the opportunity to rip it from that pathetic trophy case and put it back around the waist of the man who put that title on the map.

The Outlaw looks Loco in the eyes, and he sneers at him.

The Outlaw: You are a coward, and you are a disgrace to this profession, and to the championship which you wrongly possess. You aren’t man enough to become a champion with any shred of dignity or honor. Both times you have hoisted the world title, you have brought shame to the gold that I and one select other have fought as warriors to capture and defend. Now, I challenge to you to meet you in the ring for the World Championship.

The crowd goes crazy at the prospect of the match and the chants grow louder.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw and Loco Martinez for the belt? Could it be true!?

Bryan Harris: How could we be so lucky *sarcasm*

Alan Ducard: Perhaps gents, but X-Calibur doesn’t look so happy about this prospect …

Sensing X-Calibur’s displeasure, Blade turns to X, and looks him in the eye, man to man.

The Outlaw: That “one other” that I mentioned who fought as a warrior was you X. Believe me when I say this, that as a fighter I respect you. You are the only other former World Champion in this company to whom I offer respect, but it’s as I’ve stated X. It’s been two years – two long and agonizing years that have seen chump champions like Crash, and that piece of sh*t in the ring get the chance to commit highway robbery for that belt twice. With all I’ve accomplished, with all I’ve given to this company, as a man and as a warrior, I cannot and I will not wait any longer for my shot.

The Outlaw steps closer to X, voice filled with certainty and determination.

The Outlaw: If I have to X … I will fight you. I don’t care how that shot happens now X, but the next time that belt is on the line, I will be in that match.

Case Closed.

A voice calls out from the top of the stage.

Voice: Whoa, hold on, fellas…

The camera gets there a moment after the eyes of the fans, and standing at the entrance curtain with a microphone in his hand is Landon Savage.

Landon Savage: Before things get any further out of hand, there’s an announcement that needs to be made, and it concerns you, Slugger.

The camera switches to X-Calibur, who is still holding the baseball bat.

Landon Savage: For what you did at the pay per view, you not only got yourself disqualified from that match, but that’s not the only punishment you earned. Since it appears you haven’t heard, I guess I’ll save you from finding out when you read the mail that was sent or listening to the voice-mails… you’ve been suspended, slugger!

X’s eyes grow large.

Landon Savage: Not only shouldn’t you be here tonight, but you also won’t be booked to compete on SuperCard STRIFE 50. Any hopes you had of being in the World Title match? Gone. Done. Your fault, nobody else’s.

X grits his teeth, but he can’t respond, the microphone still laying on the ground from when he dropped it a couple minutes ago.

Landon Savage: The front office is looking to make SuperCard STRIFE 50 the biggest, hottest episode of STRIFE of all time, and not even I can disagree with their decision to want the headlining match to be Greyson Blade taking on Loco Martinez for the World Title, so Blade? You got your wish, and Loco? Best of luck to ya!

Once again, “Outlaw Torn” kicks back in over the speakers, and we get the physical reactions from everyone involved. A satisfied grin forms on Greyson’s face; X-Calibur looks pissed off at the punishment that just got handed down; the entire Cirque du Mofo looks determined, but aren’t budging a bit as they keep their eyes on the two very dangerous former World Champions outside the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Not much is known about Post or Hazard at this point, so they’ll have plenty of chance here tonight to show the fans what they’re all about, and Logan Caine gets the opportunity to remind us why he was once considered a rising star in this business.

Bryan Harris: Let’s face it, Logan Caine was only hyped that much because of his alliance at the time with Devastation, and he hasn’t shown me anything to make me think he’s going to ever make it in the business.

Alan Ducard: Those are some harsh words about my fellow countryman, Bryan, but I do have to say that what I’ve seen of him lately isn’t quite the talent level that I know he’s capable of.

Jimmy Yates: Let’s see how he fares here in the opener.

Jimmy Yates: I’m betting that’s not what Post was expecting out of that exchange!

There’s a commotion outside the ring not far from where Post is getting to his feet, and the cameras look over to see what’s going on, just in time to see a crazed fan who hopped the guardrail. The camera then switches away, not wanting to show the attention-craving individual.

Alan Ducard: Referee Ross Quattro is exiting the ring to help out with that situation…

Bryan Harris: Oh, there we go, that’s good thinking Post!

Spotting the distraction, Post takes a look under the ring apron, grabs a chair and slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Getting back to his feet, Post takes the chair and slams it across Hazard’s back, dropping him down to a knee. Spinning around, Post slams the chair across Logan Caine’s forehead, flattening him to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: What’s he doing?!

Before Post can do any further damage with the chair, Hazard grabs it out of his hands and then kicks Post in the gut, doubling him over. The fans start cheering, realizing that Quattro won’t see anything and they might get another chairshot, but after looking at the chair in his hands for a moment, Hazard tosses it aside.

Bryan Harris: Missed opportunities are mistakes that cost people matches!

With Post momentarily in a prone position, Hazard moves in and connects with a knee-lift that puts his opponent down on the mat.

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure that Hazard is going to regret not using that chair. Currently the One Man Riot is the one man standing in this triple threat match.

Surveying the scene, Hazard sees that the chairshot still has Logan Caine on the mat, so he picks Post up off the mat, then turns and runs into the ropes. On the return, Hazard comes in with a clothesline, but also swings his leg forward and then pulls back just as he connects with the running clothesline, sending Post violently right back down.

Jimmy Yates: Great running STO from Hazard, and you can see by the way he’s stretching as he gets up that the chairshot hurt his back, but it also looks to have woken him up too!

Ross Quattro back in the ring now, he checks in on Logan Caine, who is still out cold. While Quattro’s attention is turned, he doesn’t see a low blow from Post as Hazard tries to pick him up off the mat.

Alan Ducard: It appears that the stress of this match might be getting to Post.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, I heard that unless Post or Logan Caine won this match, they might find themselves with a pink slip in their locker room tonight.

As Post gets up to his feet, Hazard grabs both of his opponents arms, traps them against his body with his own arms, and then drills Post on the chest with a headbutt, then a second one catches him on the bridge of the nose. Still trying to recover from the low blow, Hazard hoists Post up onto his shoulder, turns around and drives Post’s shoulder down onto his knee.

Jimmy Yates: Picture perfect shoulder breaker there, and Hazard is definitely battling through the pain now.

Bryan Harris: Logan Caine’s slowly getting up, and now Hazard’s going to have another opponent to deal with.

Alan Ducard: A concept that doesn’t look to have escaped him!

Not wanting to let Logan get back into the match, Hazard moves in on him and sends a axhandle smash to the back of his shoulders, slowing him down even more. Grabbing Caine by the head with one arm, Hazard executes a modified swinging neckbreaker, rolling over Logan instead of under.

Jimmy Yates: Nice cannonball neckbreaker by Hazard, and Logan Caine probably won’t get up from that!

Alan Ducard: Hazard going for the pinfall… no, wait, he’s giving up on that pursuit as he spots Post get back to his feet!

The moment Post turns around and spots Hazard, he gets shot off into the far corner with an irish whip. Hazard immediately follows it up with a running clothesline in the corner, and seemingly right after connecting with the clothesline, Hazard grabs Post and sends him towards the middle of the ring with a huge belly to belly suplex.

Jimmy Yates: That’s one Hazardous combo if I ever saw one!

Bryan Harris: Could you try not to be lame, for just one night of your life, Yates? I’ve come to grips with the fact that they’re not going to replace you on this announce team, and that we’re not going to drop down to a duo… so at least make it bearable for me!

Turning around, Hazard waits for movement from his opponent. When Post sits up, Hazard charges in, leaps, swings his leg and connects with a shining wizard which electrifies the fans.

Alan Ducard: Hazard in complete control, and this could be it!

Hoisting Post up off the mat, Hazard stays behind his opponent, lifts him up as if to go for an atomic drop, but instead snaps backwards, sending Post violently back down to the mat with a back drop driver.

Jimmy Yates: That’s the FLATSCAN! Pinfall coming!

One!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Alan Ducard: Dare I say, this might’ve been one of the best debuts I’ve seen from someone here in LEGACY, and I do believe that Hazard gained quite a few fans with his performance here in tonight’s opening contest.

Jimmy Yates: I know I’m not supposed to be a fan of guys, but I will say that I’ll be excited to see Hazard’s next match.

Bryan Harris: You, unprofessional? Consider me… shocked.

As “Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent plays for the second time tonight, Hazard makes his way back up the ramp, acknowledging some of the fans who reach out to him.

The scene goes backstage to the garage entrance, where we find a limousine pulling up to the entrance, and an attendant approaches the vehicle opening the door for the occupants. First exiting the vehicle is John James, dressed in a burgundy suit with silver shirt, in the customary Entourage, non-wrestling attire. Following James is Elena Pisk in a shimmering silver dress that accentuates all of her beautiful, dark, curves, and James helps her exit, before finally making way for the Tao of Valor Champion.

The Highlight of the Night has arrived at the arena.

He’s dressed in a burgundy suit, but instead of silver, he wears a golden shirt, entirely befitting his championship status. The ToV Championship is over his shoulder as he exits the vehicle, and upon exiting, he snaps his fingers to signal to the attendant to get their bags. He raises his sunglasses and look over at James.

HOTN: I’m very, very glad you were able to attend tonight John. This is momentous occasion for us – FINALLY one of the true ELITE is carrying around the gold that we so richly deserve – and I’m glad you were able to be here for this before you head off for your LEGACY International assignment.

JJ looks over to Dawson with a smile as Elena moves to The Highlight of the Night to latch on to his arm – like any other woman she sticks close to champion.

JJ: You know Champ, I’m glad I could be here too. Your win is a huge deal for us, and it’s right on the heels of my transfer to LEGACY International. I mean this will open up a whole new championship path for us, and we have the take Entourage to a world-wide audience. Things couldn’t be better for us …

Just then Dawson’s face contorts into a scowl, and JJ seeing his out of place expression given JJ’s happiness over the situation, turns to see what is causing Dawson such angst … and it’s the arrival of none other than Stephen Rawlings.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey c**k breath and born loser.... I was looking for you!

Elena seems to be repulsed by the very sight of Rawlings, her face contorting with disgust as James steps up his fists clenched to deck Rawlings, but Dawson puts a hand in front of his arm to stave off any physical response to the insult. It would be easy to take Rawlings out two-on-one, to put him face first through one of the limo windows, to snaps his arm in the door, but subtlety has been the name of the game from the beginning in dealing with Rawlings, and The Highlight of the Night isn’t about to see that jeopardized. Dawson then crosses his arms in annoyance and motions with one hand for Rawlings to keep blabbing.

Rawlings: I joined Entourage in the promise that we would be the MOST elite group in the business. I joined because I was promised victory.

The anger in Rawlings’ voice is obvious as he lashes out at Dawson and JJ.

Rawlings: And now, not only are YOU the one who is holding MY Tao of Valor title, but your boy JJ is single handedly responsible for me LOSING...

Dawson looks at his shoulder to the belt with a bit of an amused smile before turning back to the ranting Rawlings.

Rawlings: The one thing the Alan Smithee promised me WOULDNT happen. The Entourage is nothing... I should have seen it before. You're all talk and no walk! I don't need this. I'm better than this! I'm better than you! I'm done with you... forever.... and the next time I see you.... you'll be feeling it in the morning!

Rawlings glares at Dawson and The Highlight of the Night returns the glare for a moment, sort of upping the ante on Stephen, but before violence can ensue, Rawlings shakes his head in disgust and storms off into the arena.

For a few moments Dawson holds the glare until Rawlings is out of sight, and finally, JJ can hold it no longer, and he begins to laugh which causes Dawson to laugh himself.

JJ: You did it man, you really did it – you got rid of that annoying liability..

Dawson: Hey what can I say, Rawlings has in-ring ability, but out of it he’s functionally retarded, and in spite of the fact that I came up with the plan for you to keep tagging him into that match at the Pre-Show, and forcing him to deal with that lunatic on his own – YOU, JJ, are the one who sold it. Seriously, if it weren’t for the fact that Derek Shane is in about the same condition as the economy right now, I know he’d be here congratulating you on that performance.

There’s a moment of silence as Dawson adjusts the belt over his shoulder, and he turns back to JJ.

JJ: You know Dawson that I’ve always got your back, but I’m headed to International, and with DS’s current health situation and Rawlings being “out” as it were. You are the only guy left it seems? You really can’t be an “Entourage” if it’s just you …

Dawson: JJ, just like with Rawlings, I’ve told you that I have a plan, but plans take time. How about I fill you in as we get ready for this night of celebration … shall we?

With that JJ, Dawson, and Elena make their way into the arena.

Road Agent and SMOKING HOTTIE Anastasia Ewing leads the way as she travels through the hallways with her boyfriend John Thomas. The production crew is getting everything set up for the night’s show. We see Carter Franklin talking to Preston Thompkins, and when Anastasia approaches, the conversation breaks up and Carter turns his attention on the duo.

Carter Franklin: Hey Annie. John – thanks for coming. I wanted to talk to you about what the front office decided about your involvement with the SuperCard.

Nodding, John flashes his award winning smile.

John Thomas: Sure thing. I’ve been anticipating this conversation, I really have. I know Pops wants this show to be a big one, wants to hype it up something fierce, so what ya got for me? Want me and Loco to put on a classic? It’s gonna be awesome.

Carter shakes his head.

Carter Franklin: As great as I’m sure that could be, that’s not the decision they came to…

John looks a little disappointed, but there’s a hint of enthusiasm.

John Thomas: It’s not my first choice, but Dawson and I could probably have a near classic. The Tao of Valor could help me display my well-rounded-awesomene…

Again, Carter shakes his head, and he interrupts John.

Carter Franklin: Actually… they didn’t sign that, either.

By this time, John’s getting a little frustrated.

John Thomas: Well who’d they match me up with? Damien Black? I could do No Limits, but I don’t want to get scarred up, I’m trying to get a movie…

Carter Franklin: Kumquat Kid. They decided…

John’s eyes get huge.

John Thomas: WHOA, I decided that another one-on-one with the Citrus One is a waste of…

Carter Franklin: It’s not going to be a singles match, it’s going to be a tag match. Two-on-two, and I already spoke with Kumquat Kid, and he picked Devastation to be his team mate.

Still fuming, John doesn’t say anything.

Carter Franklin: We’d like to know who your choice for partner is by the end of tonight if possible. If not, it can wait until tomorrow night.

Sensing her man isn’t too happy, Anastasia starts rubbing John’s shoulders as Carter Franklin walks off.

Bryan Harris: They couldn’t be more different. Ron Bailey is a thinking man, who is very purposeful in his attacks; he’s very skilled in a highly technical form of martial arts. Chris Turner, on the other hand, is a few hairs away from being considered the Missing Link.

Alan Ducard: I don’t reckon I’d put it quite like that, but in a sense, you have a bit of a point. Chris Turner can be, from time to time, animalistic in his matches, not holding anything back, using whatever moves he can to inflict pain.

Jimmy Yates: The No Limits division definitely suits both of these guys. Ron Bailey can’t use his MMA chokes in regular matches, Chris Turner can’t go as crazy in regular matches… let’s get to the footage and find out how their styles are going to clash.

Bryan Harris: This should be good!

Bailey bounces off the ropes, but gets kicked in the face by Turner. Turner with a quick cover

One.

Kickout by Ron Bailey.

Bryan Harris: Quick thinking by Chris Turner. That was quite a kick there.

Alan Ducard: I must say, since Chris rejoined the No Limits division, he is a man on a mission. He is set to tear each member apart.

Jimmy Yates: And he looks like he's not done yet.

Turner glares at the referee and picks up Bailey, this time hitting the short-armed clothesline. Turner climbs out of the ring and rummages under the ring to find a weapon, eventually coming out with a steel chair, but when he gets up, Bailey charges forward with a baseball slide, connecting the chair right to the face of Turner! Turner falls back as Bailey stares out the ring, before climbing out and picking up Turner, throwing him back in the ring. Bailey with a cover.

One.

Tw--- Turner kicks out.

Alan Ducard: Quick thinking by Bailey there to slide into Turner and use that chair as a battering ram.

Jimmy Yates: Look at Turner. He's in quite a bit of pain right there.

Bryan Harris: It takes more than that to put Chris Turner out. Just give it time.

Bailey looks down at Chris Turner stirring a little bit as he goes down and does an abdominable stretch on Turner. Turner winces in pain, but refuses to tap out as he struggles to reach to the ropes. Bailey pulls on the maneuver harder as Turner reaches down UNDER the ropes and grabs the steel chair he got from under the ring earlier. Struggling with all his might. Turner gets back from under the ropes and reaches back, hitting Bailey in the head with the chair! Bailey releases the hold quickly as he Turner quickly rolls over and makes a pin attempt.

One.

Two.

Thr--- Bailey kicks out!!

Bryan Harris: Wow, what a way for Turner to use the chair on Bailey! Bailey looks to be out cold.

Alan Ducard: That was quite a feat of athleticism by Chris Turner there.

Jimmy Yates: And again, it looks like he is not quite done yet. He looks to deal more damage.

Turner growls at the referee and turns around to Bailey who is struggling to get up. Turner picks up Bailey and lifts him over his head, slamming him straight down to the mat. Bailey flops around a little bit as Turner turns around and picks up him. Bailey all the sudden gets a little burst of energy and starts to kick Turner in the shins, followed by a high kick to the chest. Turner stumbles back a little bit as Bailey jumps up and kicks Turner in the side of the head! Bailey starts gaining momentum as Turner backs up to the ropes and Bailey kicks Turner in the chest, Turner spilling outside of the ring! Bailey quickly climbs out of the ring and starts to stomp and wear down Turner.

Bryan Harris: This could get ugly. The action is going outside the ring now!

Alan Ducard: Where in the world did Ron Bailey get that energy from?

Jimmy Yates: And look.. Bailey is still on the offensive!

Bailey picks up Turner and performs a huge Irish whip on Turner, Turner tries to stop himself, but the momentum of the irish whip nails Turners shoulder into the steel pole. Turner winces in pain as Bailey rummages under the ring and finds a kendo stick. Turner turns around to face Bailey and gets blasted in the head by the kendo stick. Turner holds his face as Bailey continues to hit Turner with the stick. Turner holds his shoulder in pain as they round the corner of the ring.

Alan Ducard: Bailey going ballistic with the kendo stick. What more can he do to Chris Turner?

Jimmy Yates: I think we are about to find out here soon, Alan

Bryan Harris: Come on Chris. Do something!

Bailey continues to go on the offensive with some MMA style kicks and punches, keeping Turner offbalanced. Bailey grabs Chris Turners arm and tries to Irish Whip him into the steel steps, but Chris Turner reverses it, sending Bailey into the steps himself. Bailey cries out in pain as Turner shakes his shoulder off and walks up to Bailey. He slowly picks up Bailey, sneers and starts to ram Bailey's head nonstop into the steel steps. Bailey tries to defend himself, but to no avail as Turner relentlessly rams his head into the steps.

After all is said and done, Ron Baileys face is a mess as Turner rubs some of the blood onto himself and picks up Bailey and climbs the steel steps. He looks at the crowd and shakes his head and brings bailey down on the steps with his finisher, Masked Vengeance.. Bailey lays lifeless as Turner pulls him off the steps and makes a cover.

One.

Two.

Three.

The bell rings as Chris Turner is declared the victor. Turner stares down at Bailey before walking back up the ramp, looking back at the carnage one last time before disappearing in the backstage.

Jimmy Yates: Lord help the No Limits Division when Chris Turner is on his A-Game and on the warpath.

Bryan Harris: There is your next No Limits Champion right there. Not Damien Black. Not Crazy Boy. Chris Turner seems destined to win the No Limits title, and there is noone that can stop him.

Alan Ducard: For once, I think you are right, Bryan.

Loco Martinez: -So you have to understand, Teddy. If JT or I come out there and try to help you guys win ... 1 - we open ourselves up to some idiot coming at me. 2 - That Casino dude is someone I don't want to get within 10 feet of... EVER.

T.Rex: Sure boss... I gotcha.... ugh... what the hell?!?! HIM... AGAIN?!?!

We turn and see Charles Bryant Penze crouched in front a bright yellow dumpster... wearing green, army styled camouflage and sticking out like a sore thumb. His face painted, and he smiles as he sees his prey turn a corner and head towards him. He readies the large net he's been holding.

T.Rex: What do you want us to do?

Loco Martinez: Just keep walking. Keep your heads on a swivel. This could be a distraction.

Angel and Rex laugh and nod knowingly. They get to him, and CBP lunges extending the net, but he doesn't realize the bottom right hand corner of the net is actually wrapped around his left leg.

Charles Bryant Penze: GOTCHA!!!!

CBP lunges, extending the net, but has he stands to release the net it drags his leg with it, and sends him falling to the floor with a comedic thud, the net falling on top of him. He writhes around on the ground, only further tangling himself.

Chalres Bryant Penze: So close!

Angel, T.Rex, and Loco Martinez shake their heads and chuckle. Casually stepping overtop of the helplessly tangled CBP.

T.Rex: Can we keep him?

The two men of Anarchy roar with laughter. Loco forces a chuckle, still seeming a bit unnerved by this.

The distinct aroma permeated the vicinity and his eyes closed shut as memories of his childhood hammered his senses. Taking a careful sip, he smacked his lips for a moment. Realizing the contents weren’t all that hot, X-Calibur took a generous gulp. He needed plenty of caffeine for the long drive back home in California.

Opening his eyes, he bent down to pick up his bag with his free hand, and when he stood back up straight his eyes focused in the distance at something, or someone, in particular. The camera darted back down the hallway in the direction X-Calibur emerged from to see Herb Moxley and Jen X standing outside of a room with Herb Moxley in his ring gear.

Gulping the rest of the lukewarm coffee down, he crushed the cup practically into dust and let the pieces crumple down onto a small trash can situated on the table. Swinging his bag back over his shoulder he began walking in the direction of Moxley and Jen X.

X-Calibur: Hey Mox... (Cupping hands into a makeshift mega-phone) ... MOX!!

For a moment Herb lowers his eyebrows in distaste at X-Calibur as he approaches, he takes a sideways step to protect Jen and help but makes a fist. Calming himself, Herb suddenly begins rubbing the side of his temple in confusion. He turns to Jen X who keeps her eyes fixed on X-Calibur, obviously worried. Herbert then looks around as if he doesn't see X-Calibur at all, looking beyond him several times as he turns his head back and forth.

Moxley: Hey Jen... I seem to be hearing that annoying ringing sound again...

Jen X: I hear it too, this time.

Herbert grimaces at X-Calibur.

Moxley: Oh right. It's you. Whats shakin' X-Lax?

X puts his hand up to stop Herbert from saying anything more.

X-Calibur: Just shut the f*** up for a second with your quips and nerd-isms, will ya? I got something to say to you, man to man.

Jen doesn’t like her man being talked to this way one bit, but Herb’s shoulders unexpectedly loosen up at this. Maybe it was the tone in X-Calibur’s voice. Stern, but not full of malice. Hard, but not full of violence.

X-Calibur: Look, Mox. Let’s be real here. You deserve to hate me. There’s no question about that. You walked into LEGACY in the middle of a war... and this is a war that I started. Loco's mental meltdown was as much my doing as it was his own... and I take full responsibility for that. You had no idea what you were looking at when you walked opened the door to that arena that day at that SuperCard, and can’t fault you for getting the wrong impression about the way things went down.

He looked over at Jen X, who had no clue what to think or how to react to what X-Calibur was saying.

X-Calibur: When the time comes... title or no title... you should know, that I AM going to finish what I started. This war of attrition only stops by the edge of MY sword, I promise you and everyone else that. For everything he’s done to me. For everything he’s done to you. For every person out there in that arena whose heart he has crushed by hoodwinking them into believing that the old fun-loving Loco Martinez was back and better than ever.

He sighs.

X-Calibur: Look, ask around and you’ll find out that I’m no good at this sh**. I’m no good... I’m no good at apologizing to people I’ve wronged. In my decade plus career, I think I’ve maybe... MAYBE apologized to one or two people. I often make mistakes to good hearted people, but most of the time I am too proud and too stubborn to make things right. And, well, I’m tired of that coming back to bite me in the ass. I’m tired of fighting the uphill battle by myself, warding off the rabid dogs and poisonous snakes with my bare hands without someone there with the first aid kit in case I get bitten. I sure could use a friend or two in this business, and... I’m never going to find one if I don’t start showing penance for my many... many sins.

X-Calibur raises his hand, to which Mox flinches involuntarily, expecting a punch to the nose or something.

X-Calibur: So Mox... from the bottom of my heart... (Pointing at the bandage on his head) ... to the top of your noggin’... I am sorry, Herbert J. Moxley.

Herb glaces at Jen who stares at the outstretched hand like it’s a viper. He looks back at X-Calibur's hand. There is a long uneasy moment as Herb seems to be playing out every possible outcome of his reaction when suddenly his emotions get the better of him.

Moxley: You're right about one thing, X. You do suck at apologies. Enjoy your time off.

Herb leaves X-Calibur hanging in an uncharacteristically cold hearted moment. X-Calibur just nods, accepting this reaction as best he can, then turns and walks off. The camera zooms in on Herbert and Jen X, who seems to be breathing again for the first time since X-Calibur approached.

Jen X: You did the right thing, we can't trust hi-

Moxley: Dammit. I can't kick a guy when he's down. Not even him.

Herb runs off towards X-Calibur. Jen grabs him by his wrist but he breaks free easily, try to stop him as she might.

Moxley: Hey Eryk!! Yo! X-Calibur.

X-Calibur turns as Moxley slows down from his brief sprint.

Moxley: I'm sorry, too. For everything.

X chuckled, trying to smile but simply unable to due to the overall events of the night thus far.

X-Calibur: Stop. You have NOTHING to apologize for... despite everything you tried to tell me. It only took until I smacked YOU on the skull and busted your little head open for me to realize that you were one-hundred and ten percent right. About everything. F***, man... no, don’t look at me like that. Seriously... whatever you’re thinking... no. Seriously. Stop.

Moxley: FORCE HIGH FIVE!

X-Calibur: No.

Moxley stomps.

Moxley: FORCE HIGH FIVE!

Confused, X-Calibur raises his hand up. It’s in the form of a fist bump as he’s not really sure what the hell he’s doing.

Moxley: FORCE HIGH FIVE! FORCE HIGH FIVE! FORCE HIGH FIVE!

X-Calibur: Dude... what the hell is a...

Herb enthusiastically swings his raised palm forward then his hand stops just a single inch before smacking into X-Calibur's awkward hand -- as if stopped by an unseen force.

X-Calibur: Uh...

Moxley: That means we're cool now, X.

Alan Ducard: Two mighty tough competitors, they both excel in this sort of match, and my guess? Things get too violent for most of our younger viewers.

Jimmy Yates: For any of you out there who have impressionable youngsters, this might be a good time to have them go unload the dishwasher or do their homework for a few minutes, because Frank Garvin is an admitted masochist, and standing up against Fallen Angel? That’s not combination that young children are probably going to forget they watched.

Bryan Harris: If they’re already in counseling for something else, though, let ‘em stay and watch, it’ll give the shrink something interesting to listen to.

Alan Ducard: I’m not too certain that things are going to get THAT out of hand, Bryan.

Bryan Harris: Are you telling me that if one of these guys leaves on a stretcher, you’d be surprised?

Alan Ducard: Well, no…

Bryan Harris: That’s all the vindication I need. Thanks Al.

Jimmy Yates: Let’s just get to the footage, shall we?

Frank Garvin: HIT ME!

Fallen Angel responds quickly with a throat thrust that knocks Garvin away!

Bryan Harris: Well, it seems that Garvin is getting what he wants, as Fallen Angel is now laying into Frank Garvin.

Jimmy Yates: This match has mostly been Garvin so far, though, and it's a strange dynamic, as rarely does Fallen Angel find himself so overpowered by a such a substantial size difference. He has to find a new rhythm here, or Frank Garvin simply going to steam roll himself to a victory!

Fallen Angel plants a few kicks to the legs of Garvin before unloading on Garvin with right and left jabs, following up with a HEAVY right handed haymaker. Garvin backs up against the ropes, smiling, and he is seen mouthing 'thank you'. Fallen Angel moves forward, but then eats a boot to the gut from Garvin. Garvin slams an forearm into Fallen Angel's face before pulling him in and slamming him down with a sloppy, but powerful belly to belly suplex. Garvin proceeds to mount FA and drop hammer fists down on Fallen Angel, who simply attempts to cover up, trying to shove Garvin off when he can. Garvin, however, continues to overpower Fallen Angel and remains in the mount.

Alan Ducard: It's just as you were pointing out, Jimmy. Garvin has the size advantage here, and that is something Fallen Angel is simply not used to. If Fallen Angel wants to walk away with the victory, he's going to have to change his strategy here pretty quickly.

Bryan Harris: I think this Garvin cat has this one, personally. The guy is bigger and arguably more mentally unstable than Fallen Angel. In the No Limits Division, that's really all you need.

Garvin suddenly gets off of Fallen Angel and walks back to the turnbuckle, leaning against it, resting. He waves for Fallen Angel to get up and waits.

Alan Ducard: The bloody hell?

Bryan Harris: He...stopped?

Jimmy Yates: Let's be honest. No one here pretends to understand how the mind of Frank Garvin works.

Bryan Harris: Or if it does at all.

Fallen Angel slowly gets to his feet, watching Frank Garvin, a look of both anger and confusion on his face. Garvin continues to wait, smiling at Fallen Angel. Once Fallen Angel is too his feet, Garvin walks over and points to his own chin, signaling for Fallen Angel to hit him. Fallen Angel looks enraged, and instead of hitting Garvin in the chin, he kicks Garvin in the knee, HARD, causing Garvin to fall down to his knees. Fallen Angel moves quickly, hitting the turnbuckles and SLAMS Garvin in the face with a HUGE BOOT to the chin! Garvin goes down hard, and he begins laughing. Fallen Angel doesn't let this upset him. He flies down at Garvin with a forearm smash and begins to deliver forearm after forearm to Garvin, pounding him viciously.

Alan Ducard: I'm not sure what Garvin is doing here, but it's certainly not smart.

Jimmy Yates: Garvin said in his promos, he loves pain, and wants Fallen Angel to inflict it on him. Unfortunately for Garvin, Fallen Angel loves pain too. He just loves giving it more than getting it.

Fallen Angel stands up and launches a few solid kicks to the head of Garvin, causing Garvin to roll onto his stomach. With Garvin down, Fallen Angel goes outside of the ring and begins to dig underneath the ring! The fans cheer as the prospect of excessive violence becomes possible!

Bryan Harris: Things are about to get a whole lot more wicked 'round these parts.

Fallen Angel first grabs a trash can that seems to have a push broom inside of it. He throws that in the ring and continues to dig around. Garvin, meanwhile, has gotten up to his hands and knees, and he spits out a little bit of blood, grinning and laughing. Fallen Angel comes back out from under the ring with a steel chair. Satisfied, FA slides under the ring ropes, chair in hand. Garvin is now up to his knees, facing Fallen Angel. Fallen Angel flashes a wicked smile before THROWING the chair into Garvin's face! Garvin goes straight back down, and the fans cheer for the brutal shot!

Alan Ducard: What a SHOT! I think people all across Milwaukee heard that one!

Fallen Angel picks the chair back up and begins to slam it down on the back of Frank Garvin. Frank takes the shots without any cover, spasming on the ground with each shot. After a good ten shots or so, Fallen Angel throws the chair down and lets out a brutal roar, the crowd responding with more cheers.

Bryan Harris: You can just feel the bloodlust in the crowd. Jimmy Yates: In LEGACY, we take our No Limits Division seriously, and so do the LEGACY fans.

Fallen Angel lifts the chair back up and unfolds it. The then lifts Garvin up and seats him in the chair. Garvin is still smiling, which seems to upset Fallen Angel, who plants a few stiff rights into the face of Garvin! Fallen Angel then grabs the trash can and dumps the mop out. He lifts it HIGH in the air and SLAMS it down on Garvin’s face. He does so again! And again! And again! Garvin sorta slumps in the chair, but he does not fall out, and he does not lose that sick smile, even as blood begins to trickle down his forehead.

Bryan Harris: How…why…he’s still smiling?

Alan Ducard: I…I…I just don’t know.

Jimmy Yates: I got nothing.

Fallen Angel drops the trash can and sits Garvin back up. He then picks up the push broom that had fallen out of the trash can and picks it up. Fallen Angel reels back and SLAMS the handle of the broom into Garvin’s chest, an incredibly loud ‘CRACK’ echoing throughout the arena.

Bryan Harris: That knocked the smile off.

Jimmy Yates: For the time being, yes, that did seem to knock the smile off of Garvin’s face.

As Garvin clutches this chest from the blow, Fallen Angel lifts the handle high up over his head and brings it down HARD on the skull of Garvin. Once again, a loud ‘CRACK’ echoes through the arena. Garvin, this time, slumps off the chair and falls to the ground, the blood flowing down his face a little more now.

Alan Ducard: Sadistic and insane. Those are the only two words to describe this match.

Bryan Harris: And a heaping mess of fun.

Fallen Angel lets out a roar before lifting Garvin back to his feet. Fallen Angel attempts to lift Garvin up onto his shoulders!

Jimmy Yates: The Euphoria!

Garvin, however, drops a few elbows, blocking the move.

Alan Ducard: How is Garvin still…breathing after that?

Garvin is able to push away from Fallen Angel, but he’s disoriented. Still, he has a bright smile on his face. He measures Fallen Angel and swings for the fences with a wild hay mark…but Fallen Angel dodges and catches it! Using the momentum, Fallen Angel is able to lift the three hundred and twenty four pound monster onto his shoulders! He then throws him around, a bit sloppily, due to the size of Garvin, and SLAMS him with the DDT!

Bryan Harris: THE EUPHORIA! This one is over.

Alan Ducard: I hope so, I don’t think I can stomach much more.

Fallen Angel simply collapses onto Garvin, and Fudrucker makes the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jimmy Yates: Annnnnd….I’m still not sure what just happened here.

As the heels of his snake-skin boots clicked loudly against the arena floor, this seven-foot Mexican maelstrom of disfigurement and uncertainty walked with a distinct purpose. Various backstage personnel and hired stage technicians cowered in fear as this silent cypher of the Spanish underworld instilled fear into the LEGACY populous. No one dared step into this man’s path. Not one.

“Ex-excuse me s-sir...”, inquired an easily intimidated Carter Franklin.

The man dubbed as Casino, the Aztec Assassin, in a promotional video earlier in the week, looked at Mr. Franklin with much concealment; his true disdain for the weak-minded camouflaged by this clever guise of belonging.

Casino: Si? Qué puedo hacer para usted, señor?

Mr. Franklin looked disheartened by Casino's non-English speaking words.

Carter Franklin: Oh, I apologize. You must be apart of the cleaning crew. Efraim and Alonzo told me you guys would be showing up after the show was over...?

Casino looked bemused by the this man’s erroneous assumptions. He simply smiled.

Carter Franklin: Look, big guy... is there somewhere you can hang out for a couple hours? You know, until this show is over? So... no one’s uncomfortable? Maybe?

Mr. Franklin tried not to look his counterpart directly in the glass eye. However, it wasn’t often that a man was with such visible physical deformities had walked along the halls of a LEGACY event. Futilely trying to not stare into the layers of whitish skin that had been sloppily applied to the left portion of his face with multiple skin graphs, Mr. Franklin simply sighed.

Carter Franklin: Habla inglés? Yes?

Casino simply stared at the road agent. His lip twitched with an urge to slake his bloodlust by driving a machete into this man’s skull.

Carter Franklin: You’re... not apart of the cleaning crew, are you?

Casino slowly, methodically, shook his head.

Carter Franklin: You... want to beat me up, don’t you?

Casino slowly, methodically, nodded his head.

Carter Franklin: I... should REALLY be running for my life, shouldn’t I?

Casino slowly, methodically, stretched a grin from ear to his. The teeth that he had left were chipped and stained with yellow.

Carter Franklin: Rrrrrright.

Slowly backing up, Carter squinted his eyes and gritted his teeth with his mouth open, making that slight suction sound one makes when they know they’ve accomplished something idiotic. All of a sudden, Carter stops dead in his tracks as he looks down and realizes his left foot was standing directly on someone’s kicks.

Conrad: WATCH WHERE DA F*** YOU STEPPIN’’, N***A!!

Carter closes his eyes, realizing that an impossibly bad situation just got much, much worse. Turning around, Carter sighed at the absurdity of his bad luck with both members of HgH standing there, looking none-too-pleased with Carter Franklin.

Joey: Yeah. You gone done f***ed up now, cracka.

Carter Franklin: Listen, I didn’t mean to-

Conrad: You di’int mean to what? Huh? Racial profile someone? What... juss cuz dis boy here is Mexican that automatically makes him a f***in’ floor buffer or somethin'?! How many seven-foot floor buggers you seen before, Joey?!

Joey: Sh**...

Conrad: Exactly!

Carter Franklin: No, no it’s not like th-

Conrad: This big muthaf***a right here... you know who he is? This here n***a be our BOY, son. He paid for and every-damn-thang. He our LOOK OUT, yo, and right now he’s lookin’ at a scared lil’ cracka who made a racist assumption. Ain’t that right, White Boy?

Joey: You right, cuz. Yo... yo check this out.

Looking Franklin up and down, Joey wipes his nose, hunkering down in quick little motions as if he was sizing up the situation like a coke addict in the process of making a purchase.

Joey: He prolly thinks we’s a couple of janitors, son. Cuz we BLACK and sh**.

Conrad looks at Joey and shakes his head, mouthing, “Really?”. Looking back at Carter Franklin, Conrad puts his arm around his shoulder.

Conrad: Well you know, somethin’? Maybe we IS janitors, yo. Cuz you know what? I think I saw a toilet clogged back in baffroom. Here... (Motioning for Casino to take Carter Franklin by the arm.)... Casino here will show you the way.

As if prompted, Casino places his hand on Carter’s shoulder in a surprisingly gentle fashion for a man of his size.

Carter Franklin: C’mon, guys. Not again...

Landon Savage: You must be Kim Walters…

She smiles, impressed.

Kim Walters: So you heard I was coming tonight.

Giving her a partial once over, Landon says something under his breath.

Landon Savage: I could only hope…

Clearing his voice, he speaks up this time.

Landon Savage: So, what can I do you for?

Kim Walters: Well if they told you I would be here tonight, then they probably told you that I represent FX Network. Needless to say we’ve been extremely pleased with the relationship between LEGACY and our network – it’s been everything we would’ve hoped for since bringing STRIFE into our programming.

Landon Savage: I have to say, I’ve never been happier with this partnership than I am right now.

Kim smiles and lifts the envelope in her hand.

Kim Walters: With the huge milestone show – SuperCard STRIFE 50 – coming up soon, we want to take this relationship to the next level.

Landon Savage: No time like the present. We can start tonight if you want…I’d sure like to.

Holding up her hand, Kim gives the signal for “wait”.

Kim Walters: Actually, I spoke with Rob Belote on the phone earlier today, we firmed up some of the details – which I have here in this envelope – and we were in complete agreement that the SuperCard was the perfect opportunity to crown the first ever FX Network Champion.

Landon Savage: So you’ll be coming back for the SuperCard to witness it in person, right?

She nods.

Kim Walters: Absolutely, wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Kim smiles as she hands the envelope to Landon.

Kim Walters: Just make sure Rob gets that envelope and gets to read the details before the SuperCard. I’ll have plenty of network higher-ups with me, and I’d like for Rob to get to talk to them about some of the details so they can start swapping ideas.

Landon takes the envelope in hand and nods.

Landon Savage: I’ll absolutely make sure he gets it.

Kim Walters: Thanks, and I’ll see you soon.

Landon smiles and then watches as she leaves.

Landon Savage: Ab-so-lutely…

Lifting the envelope, Landon slowly breathes in through his nose, smelling it before putting it down on his desk.

Bryan Harris: That guy’s a little creepy… Does he maybe seem out of place here in Wisconsin?

Alan Ducard: It takes all types, Bryan…

His thumb and the side of his index finger grab the brim of his fedora, the gentleman pulls the rim down another inch as he looks directly into the camera. After he gives a slight wave of finger in the direction of the camera, the footage goes elsewhere.

Jimmy Yates: Marcus Marion specifically asked for this match, getting the chance to pick his opponent. Apparently he has something to prove, and honestly I think he was so afraid of failing again that he wanted to make sure the opponent was a perfect match for him.

Bryan Harris: Watch it, Jimbo, you’re talking about one of the greatest competitors LEGACY has ever seen, and one loss… ONE LOSS to Greyson Blade on a pay per view is not a big deal.

Alan Ducard: Well let’s presently get to the footage to see who he picked and what transpired.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is set for one fall and is a special challenge match. Introducing first, Marcus Marion’s hand-picked opponent.

The moment the fans hear "Highway to the Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins, some of them start cheering, some of them start booing. Walking through the curtain with a smile on his face comes Pat Reynolds, decked out in his NASCAR style coveralls he wrestles in.

Bryan Harris: I’m a little shocked right now. I thought these people loved Pat Reynolds, and now they’re booing him? That’s a little disrespectful.

Jimmy Yates: They’re booing because no one here expects Pat Reynolds to stand a chance in there against Marcus Marion.

The moment Reynolds gets into the ring, there’s no time for Josephina to make another announcement. "My Michelle" by GRN doesn't even dare to play. Coming down to the ring, in his frat-boy esque Ralph Lauren Polo and a pair of Dockers is Marcus Marion. The stoic look on his face, priceless. The fans don't even let the man wash away his PPV loss, they let him have it.

The boos hit Marion from every corner of the building, he ignores them, gets into the ring, grabs a mic and he speaks, not scaling any turnbuckles, not posing for the crowd, no, just talking.

MARCUS MARION: Before there's a massacre in this ring, for a FEW of you that were wondering, and hell, for MOST of you that weren't...

Nicole Rhodes and I are doing JUST fine. I'm not sleeping on the couch. Flowers and chocolates, apparently, have great healing power for cracked ribs. The Bad Girl Of LEGACY will be making her return in no time!

Here comes the sighs. The fans, almost all of them, rain out a chant of: "DIE MARION DIE! Just then, Pat Reynolds, no-name extrodinaire, makes his way down the aisle, the fans embrace him. He enters the ring, staring at Marion.

MARCUS MARION: Welcome to MY ring. I'm going to give you three seconds to go back home, before I bronze you and put you on my wall.

Reynolds doesn't budge, after Marion lets three seconds pass by.

MARCUS MARION: I warned him people, let the massacre begin.

With that, Marion rushes Reynolds, clobbering him in the noggin with the mic. The bell hasn't rung, it rings upon Marion's motion.

Jimmy Yates: Here we go... ugh...

As referee Leonard Nolan moves in to repremand Marion for using the microphone, Marcus sends a kick to Pat's gut, then turns his back on Reynolds and starts apologizing to Leonard. While the referee can't see, Marion throws his left leg upwards behind him, connecting right to the groin of his opponent. Nolan sees Pat drop to his knees and repremands Marion again, but Marcus plays innocent.

Turning around, Marion grabs Reynolds by the head, pulls him nearer to the corner and then takes him down to the mat with a running bulldog. Getting to his knees, Marion looks out amongst the booing fans and just smiles.

Alan Ducard: Would you look at this? Oh the arrogance of this one...

Lifting the microphone again, Marcus looks down at his opponent.

MARCUS MARION: You know, I kinda like you Pat.

Getting up from the mat, Marcus grabs Reynolds by the hair and forces him up to his feet. Arching him backwards, still holding him by the hair, Marion spins around and drops an elbow into Pat's chest, riding him down to the mat. Again Marcus picks up the microphone.

MARCUS MARION: How's that feel, HUH?!

Hoisting Pat Reynolds up off the mat into a position for a tombstone piledriver, Marion turns around, hops up off the mat and drops to his knees, driving Pat’s head down into the mat with a sickening thud.

Jimmy Yates: There’s the Revolutionary Thrill, and this one’s over before it even gets started.

Alan Ducard: Marion goes for the pinfall attempt, which does seem academic at this point, and the fans are letting him know how they feel.

One…

BOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Two…

BOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!

Three.

The intensity level of the booing increases so much that it’s hard to hear Josephina’s announcement.

Ron Bailey: What up JT-izzle? How you been?

When John gets there, he reaches out and hits up the dap and keeps walking.

John Thomas: Good man, real good! Hey Gryff!

Ron turns around to watch John approach Anselm, who puts his muffin search on hold to see what his former protégé wants.

John Thomas: You got anything going on for the SuperCard yet? Ani hadn’t heard anything planned for you yet, and I’ve got what amounts to a good opportunity for us.

Anselm folds his arms across his chest.

Gryffin Anselm: Okay, let’s have it, then. What’s the big idea?

Seeing that Gryffin is open to the possibility, John starts in.

John Thomas: Well, since James Win and you are obviously no longer teaming up and I haven’t seen Crash since he lost to Crazy Boy, I don’t want those great tag team skills of yours to go to waste.

Anselm starts nodding.

Gryffin Anselm: And you want me to team up with you again…?

The protégé becomes the salesman.

John Thomas: Imagine it: Team Awesomeness. And we could start at the SuperCard – putting a huge exclamation point on a show they’re trying to promote as the Biggest STRIFE ever. You and me, teaming up, across the ring from Devastation – who you totally dominate every time you face him, and that citrus freak standing in his corner.

Considering the opportunity for a moment, Anselm delves for more details.

Gryffin Anselm: How’s the champ going to feel about you crossing lines and teaming up with someone outside the Circus? ‘Cause I’m not planning on joining up with you guys…

John just shrugs it off.

John Thomas: It won’t be a big deal deal with him, he knows that what’s good for me is good for the Cirque – and it’s Cirque, by the way, not “Circus”, and if you and I hit it off as a team like I’m sure we’re going to, when the belts come our way? That’s just more gold coming back to the Cirque.

Gryffin holds up a hand, telling John to slow down.

Gryffin Anselm: Whoa… One match. I can commit to one match. “Team Awesomeness”? We’ll have to see about all that.

John Thomas: Don’t rule anything out, though…

His head starts slowly nodding.

Gryffin Anselm: Deal.

John’s face lights up into a big toothy smile and he holds out his fist in Anselm’s direction. Looking down at the fist, then back up at John with an “are you serious?” look, and then he reaches out and touches fists with him. At the other end of the table, Ron Bailey walks off, having heard the whole conversation. His face looks a bit sour.

Andrew Kelley: Good evening people, this is Andrew Kelley and tonight I am pleased to introduce to your eyes, and to Legacy for the first time, The Crimson Ghost! Now, Mr. Ghost-

CRIMSON GHOST: Ohh, hold on there, chief, much as I appreciate the show of respect, I'd really rather prefer you call me by my full name. Crimson Ghost. Not Crimson. Not Ghost. Is that asking too much?

Ghost shrugs toward Kelley, who just laughs and shakes his head, shrugging in return.

Kelley: No, Crimson Ghost, I suppose not. Now, you have gone all over the world, you've competed in some of the most grueling matches I personally have seen over the years, what brings you here? Why Legacy?

CRIMSON GHOST: Well, ahh, I do believe that, in competing in the Legacy ring, I will continue to be honored by the brilliant level of athleticism and talent I see in there every day, and furthermore...

Voice: And further more...blah, blah, blah...this is not the Crimson Ghost that I'm used to seeing.

Right from behind the two steps a man not seen on Legacy TV in quite some time.

Man: Hi, Drew...I see your fashion sense hasn't changed one bit since the last time I was here. And you must be...not La Parka....I know He-Man on ice just left, so you must be Crimson Ghost. Hi...I'm Eli Storm. And I*'m here to save you.

CRIMSON GHOST: Really? Aw, man, that's good looking out of you! I mean, it's either someone I might know from the future, which totally COULD happen if you knew the other place I wrestled in, or it's about to get really flooded in here, but I digress! Eli Storm? Hiya, chief!

Crimson Ghost stomps over to Eli, arms flinging wildly, and extends a hand to shake, from what we can tell, a smile...? on his mask. Andrew Kelley, has taken somewhat of a backseat.

CRIMSON GHOST: It's funny you should talk about He-Man on ice, I know the guy who plays Skeletor, he's a pretty interesting guy...

Storm: You mean Bobby...awesome guy, can't drink for shit. Must be related to Greyson Blade. Anyway...like I said I'm here to save you...by giving you the number to Gieco. Would hate to see you get jerked around by another company. Other then that, welcome to Legacy.

CRIMSON GHOST: WOWEE, I've been meaning to get away from Mercury. Did you know, as it is they don't insure biplanes? What a ripoff! Thank you, I'll give the little lizard a call and see what's happening. Well, gosh, I feel I should give you something...Hmm...

Ghost feels around his spandex, scratching the back of his head...before noticing something off camera, reaching, and yanking it into focus. It's a fruit basket, containing cans of something, string cheese, what appears to be purple oranges, and a copy of Ghost's cult classic movie he directed, wrote and produced, "Chainsaw Wielding Whores from the Planet Kickass." He hands it to Eli, beaming...maybe.

CRIMSON GHOST: Hey, I'll do likewise! Welcome to the business, kid! And don't eat those oranges unless supervised by a doctor!

Turns to Andrew

CRIMSON GHOST: Ahhhh, dontcha just love common courtesy?

Crimson Ghost rests his arm on Andrew's shoulder, sighs in being happy, and walks off camera, thus ending the segment.

Jimmy Yates: Anarchy coming off a loss to the tag champs looking to regain their winning ways.

Bryan Harris: HgH trying to get higher in the tag ranks.

Alan Ducard: Bryan!

Bryan Harris: What? I'm just saying they want to smoke their competition.

Alan Ducard: We're not supposed to say things like that, Bry. You know that.

Bryan Harris: Say what, Al? I'm just saying they want to be a successful tag team.

Jimmy Yates: And lets not forget the upstart team of Allen Franks and Mostafa Bashir. Who can start their budding tag team off the right way with a big win here tonight.

Alan Ducard: Bashir working those ribs. Wearing down T.Rex.

Bashir then lifts T.Rex up and takes him over to the side with a side belly to belly suplex. He stays on top with a lateral press.

One...

Two-NO!

Bashir gets up, methodically, bringing T.Rex with him. And drives a huge overhand chop into T.Rex's chest. He then backs his opponent into his corner. He reaches up and tags in Allen Franks. Franks gets in. Bashir whips T.Rex off the ropes. He then picks up Franks into a gorilla press slam and throws Franks into T.Rex in a high cross body. Franks then scrambles to make the cover.

One...

Two...

Th-NO!

Alan Ducard: Unique offense from this upstart team.

Jimmy Yates: They showed suprising chemistry there.

Bryan Harris: Am I the only one who thinks Mostafa didn't know Franks was his teammate and just wanted to chuck him?!

Alan Ducard: Safe to say you are, Bry.

Franks up now, and sizing up T.Rex who's slowly getting to his feet, and looking mighty wobbly. As soon as T.Rex gets a vertical base, Franks takes off and launches himself looking for a spinning heel kick, but T.Rex senses it and drops down. Franks flies over top landing awkwardly on his side. He immediately clutches at his right shoulder. T.Rex takes a moment to collect himself, before walking over and stomping violently down on the shoulder. T.Rex brings Franks up and puts his right arm into a hammer lock. He then scoops him up and slams him down on that bad arm.

Alan Ducard: Nice hammer lock body slam. Isolating the right arm, and trying to pick it apart.

Bryan Harris: All of Canada is cringing... that's the arm he "Canucks" with.

T.Rex walks over to HgH's corner and slaps Joey Shepard into the match. Sheppard slingshots himself into the ring, and as Franks gets up he is dropped with a dropkick. Joey goes to the bottom rope, and smirks he leaps off with a Yukon Frog Splash.

Jimmy Yates: White Boys can fly.

Alan Ducard: He calls that the One and a Half-Star Frog Splash

Sheppard hooks a leg.

One...

Two....

TH-NO! Franks shoulders out.

Sheppard gets up and throws his hands out cockily and nods his head, bouncing to a rhythm only heard inside his head.

Bryan Harris: Shouldn't he be trying to put away his opponent instead of trying out for "The Grind"?

Jimmy Yates: Don't try to be "hip", Bry.

Alan Ducard: You know I just wonder what this "Casino" brings to the table. He hasn't taken his eyes off the action, but has barely moved.

Jimmy Yates: Like a cobra... coiled... ready to strike.

Sheppard waits until Franks gets to his hands and knees and runs and punts Franks in the ribcage. Franks drops flat onto the mat. Shepard is up quickly and bounces off the ropes, and nails a running senton. He jumps up and lets out an excited yelp. He brings Franks to his feet and whips him off the ropes. He runs in after him. Franks stops himself on the ropes, and ducks, sensing Shepard coming in and goes to back body drop Sheppard over the top rope. Shepard though adjusts himself in mid air, grabbing the top rope, and twisting landing on his feet on the apron. He then grabs Allen's head and snaps it down across the top rope. Shepard then gets up to the apron, and sees Bashir glaring at him, and gives him a roundhouse kick to the back, and then quickly hops down off the apron, the much larger Bashir giving chase, until he is stonewalled by the giant bodyguard recently employed by HgH.

Alan Ducard: These are two behemoths, right here. But look at Shepard pointing and taunting the Beast.

Shepard continues to point and laugh at Mostafa, but is quickly silenced when Casino turns and levels a bone chilling glare. Shepard's jaw drops and he quickly slides back in the ring, tail between his legs.

Bryan Harris: I kind of like this Casino guy.

Jimmy Yates: I'm not surprised.

Shepard goes to continue the offensive, but is met with a huge uppercut forearm. Franks then lunges and nails a desperation enzuguiri which sends both men to the mat. Franks quickly crawls to the Anarchy corner and reaches up and tags in Arch Angel. Angel steps in over the top rope, and sizes up Shepard. As Joey gets to his feet he is leveled by a huge running clothesline from Arch Angel. Angel then scoops Joey up onto his right shoulder and runs and drops him across the top turnbuckle.

Alan Ducard: Nice snake eyes maneuver from Arch Angel. Sheppard is in trouble!

Shepard remains slumped over the top turnbuckle, looking out of it. Angel casually strolls up behind him, grabs him by the back of the head and pulls him back, and then slams him into the top turnbuckle. He pulls him back again. Slams him again into that top turnbuckle with more force. One more time, pulls him back, and again attempts to drive Sheppard's head THROUGH the turnbuckle with tooth rattling force.

Jimmy Yates: That's just flat out nastiness right there.

Bryan Harris: I dig it. On the plus side with all the junk food Shepard eats and the obvious lack of hygiene, Angel is giving Shepard a discounted head start on the dental work he's gonna need.

Angel backs up diagonally, leaving "White Boy" slumped against the corner, and then takes off full speed crushing him with a running full body splash in the corner. He grabs Sheppard and cockily tosses him to the mat. Placing a foot on his chest with a cocky cover.

One...

Tw-no.. Shepard rolls out, but gets a violent stomp to the chest for his troubles.

Angel strolls over and tags his partner in. He and T.Rex both grab Shepard and take him over with a double vertical suplex. T.Rex floats over to make the cover.

One....

Two....

Thre-no! Shepard kicks out.

T.Rex brings Shepard up. Backs him into the ropes, nails a headbutt, and then goes to whip him off the ropes. T.Rex swings with a wild clothesline, but Sheppard ducks it. Sheppard goes off the far ropes, T.Rex goes for a back body drop, but Sheppard leap frogs him. Shepard then gets to the middle rope. Leaps to the middle and launches himself back with an asai moonsault and catches T.Rex. He grabs a leg on the way down.

One...

Two...

Thre-NO! Arch Angel comes in and makes sure to break up the pinfall. The crowd roars their disapproval. From the outside Casino takes a few steps towards Arch Angel with an icy glare. Angel smirks and points inside the ring tauntingly saying "come on in, big boy... oh wait... that's right" - with a cocky chuckle. Casino matches that with an invitation for Arch Angel to come down to the apron.

Jimmy Yates: I notice Angel isn't taking up Casino on his offer.

Bryan Harris: He has more important things on his plate, than dealing with that over grown thug.

In the ring, Shepard heads to his corner and tags in the Cap'n. Conrad steps into the ring, and as soon as T.Rex gets up he is leveled with a clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: That's the Sweet Lucy Lariat!

Conrad stands over T.Rex and drops an elbow across T.Rex's chest. He stays on top to make a cover.

One...

Two...

no!

Rex powers out. Conrad gets up and grabs T.Rex in a side headlock. He then walks to his corner and tags Joey back into the match. Joey scampers up to the top rope, and turns his back to T.Rex... so he misses the two quick elbows T.Rex buries into the Capn's ribs, and setting himself free. And as he does Shepard launches back with a corkscrew moonsualt, T.Rex pulls Conrad into Joey's path. Both members of HgH crash to the mat.

Bryan Harris: When good ideas go bad!

Joey rolls off of Conrad, and stands up looking shocked at what just happened. As he turns to find where T.Rex is, he is nearly decapitated via a running forearm. T.Rex then bounces off the ropes and nails a running splash across the smaller HgH members torso. Rex stays on and hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

TH-NO! Whiteboy gets a shoulder up.

T.Rex slaps the mat frustratedly, and gets in the referee's face. He wags three fingers and then slaps his hands together three times, in an attempt to "educate" the referee, but doesn't know that behind him, Joey Shepard is sneaking up, and rolls him up.

One...

Two...

Thre-NO!

Bryan Harris: That was fast!

Joey gets up and dives and tags Conrad back in, and as T.Rex lunges to attack but is caught with a right hand. Conrad winds up and nails another right hand, staggering the Anarchy member. Conrad then takes a few fast steps, bounces off the ropes, and nails a flying shoulder block that knocks T.Rex to the mat. Conrad then brings Rex up and whips him hard chest first into the HgH corner. Conrad runs in and nails a clothesline to the back of T.Rex's head. Reaches out and tags in Joey, and ducks down, and uses all his power to lift T.Rex into electric chair drop position. Joey jumps to the top rope. Conrad takes a few steps back and Joey leaps off the top rope nailing a flipping neck breaker. While Conrad falls back with the electric chair drop.

Jimmy Yates: Puff the Magic Dragon!!

Joey jumps up and scrambles to make a cover. Arch Angel looks like he's going to step into the ring to break up the pinning attempt, but Casino sees this and takes a few menacing steps towards Angel. The referee starts the count.

One...

Two...

THREE!!!

Joey rolls off of T.Rex, and jumps up and exchanges a pound with Conrad as Josephina Colbert makes the announcement.

**During the Anarchy/HgH/Franks and Bashir Match**

We are walking down the hallway. Up ahead we see John Thomas leave a dressing room. And a few moments later we see Ethan Leers walk to that door. He takes a deep breath and then busts through the door with furious, reckless abandon.

We hear a ruckus coming from the rooms and a series of "Beeps" which are keeping the production truck more than busy. We push the door open and we see Ethan Leers and Loco Martinez scuffling on the floor. Loco shoves Leers off of him and attempts to get up, but before he's fully there Ethan sweeps his legs with his arm, sending Loco down hard onto the ground. Leers gets into a side mount and pistons a few fast rights into Loco's temple.

Ethan Leers: F***ing... take... THAT... your royal... F***ing... highness.

Loco is able to shift his weight and rolls out from underneath Leers, nailing a swift kick to his ribs, and then tries to distance himself. As Loco scrambles and backs up he bumps into a coffee table and falls onto it. Leers is up again and lunges. Tackling Loco to the floor. We hear the locker room door open the voice of John Thomas follows the sound of the door.

John Thomas: Can't believe they lost to those two sto- ... what the F-

Leers pauses for a second, and smirks looking from his position about to reign another right hand into Loco's forehead. Before driving it down. John takes off towards Leers, who gets up quickly, and b-lines for the door, shoving his way past John Thomas who looks torn between chasing after Ethan, and checking on Loco. He decides to check on his friend.

John Thomas: Loco.... you alright, man?

All we get is a grunt of pain from Loco before the camera cuts out.

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*Static*

Monikers fly across the tron screen to herald the arrival of

“The Can’t Miss Kid”

“The Next Superstar”

“One in a Million”

“Limitless Potential”

Matthew Dawson

“The Highlight of the Night”

Although tonight there is a NEW moniker and that is the last one to fill the screen:

TAO OF VALOR CHAMPION

“Touch, Peel, Stand” by Days of the New hits the public address system, and the “Cheeseheads” are instantly infuriated by the mere arrival of The Highlight of the Night. Dawson appears at the top of the rampway, alone. This was his moment to savor, and his moment alone. Dawson waits for a moment, looking impeccable in his burgundy suit, tie, and golden shirt to match – although the thing that looks best on him is the Tao of Valor Championship strapped around his waist. The Highlight of the Night raises his arms and towering golden pyros rocket off behind and beside him on the stage, and accompany his walk towards the ring. As Dawson saunters towards the ring, a flurry of golden and burgundy confetti begins to fall from the rafters of the arena – this is a victory parade of one! The fans have already started a massive “a**hole” chant to compete with Dawson’s entrance music, and he stops on the ring steps to look out at the crowd with a HUGE grin.

Bryan Harris: Listen to all of this uncalled for disrespect from this crowd of ingrates! The ToV Champion has come out here to grace them with his presence when he wasn’t even booked – how dare they give him this kind of classless reception!

Jimmy Yates: Classless? You want to talk about classless, how about that flurry of low blows that Dawson used to win the title at Eleventh Hour. That was one of the most classless and despicable things I think I’ve ever witnessed here in LEGACY.

Alan Ducard: I can’t say I approved either James, but it was a Last Man Standing match, and given the match type, while I despise what happened – Matthew Dawson is indeed without question the Tao of Valor Champion.

Bryan Harris: And finally we have a truly ELITE Champion here in LEGACY!

Upon entering the ring, Dawson posed on the turnbuckles showing off the belt around his waist, and then moved to the center of the ring where Josephina Colber is standing by with a microphone in her hand. As the music dies down, she steps forth at Dawson’s beckon call with a look of annoyance.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen would you please welcome …

She looks over to Dawson who scowls back at her, and he assume a pose in the middle of the ring.

Josephina Colbert: “The Can’t Miss Kid”

Crowd: A**HOLE!

Josephina Colbert: “The Next Superstar”

Crowd: A**HOLE!

Josephina Colbert: “One in a Million”

Crowd: A**HOLE!

Josephina Colbert: “Limitless Potential”

Crowd: A**HOLE!

Josephina Colbert: “The Highlight of the Night”

Crowd: A**HOLE!

Josephina Colbert: And your new … Tao of Valor Champion … Matthew Dawson

The crowd goes crazy with its hatred and it rings out with a multitude of jeers as Dawson reaches over and rips the microphone out of Josephina’s hand, and motions for her to “hit the bricks”.

HOTN: Ladies and Gentlemen, before I begin here I suggest you bring out whatever photographic devices in your possession because you will want to have a lasting image of this moment of history – for the first time LEGACY has a truly ELITE Champion, and for the first time … I … have LEGACY gold around my waist, so for the benefit of the cheddar-for-brains here in attendance that needed informed of the significance of this moment, I will now wait for exactly 7 and a half seconds for you take those necessary photos …

The crowd jeers as Dawson waits for about only two seconds, and then he sneers in the midst of the jeers, and goes on the move.

HOTN: You know what? Put them away. Put all of those cameras, cell phones, whatever you have away. It’s clear to me from your reaction to my presence that you simply aren’t worthy to be in the presence of true greatness. You aren’t worthy to be in the presence of The Highlight of the Night. In fact, I now applaud Landon Savage’s decision made earlier today that the ToV Championship will NOT defended every show, because it’s clear that you dairy-raised douchebags have absolutely no appreciation for the excellence that I bring to the ring.

Dawson shakes his head before he continues, and he runs a hand over the gold.

HOTN: I just hope the next city can do a better job of showing me the respect I deserve, because I will be defending this title at this coming Super Card, and like all ToV title defenses from here on out, it will be a Token match. So now this just leaves the question of who my vastly inferior opponent will be. It certainly won’t be Devastation – from what I’ve heard he’s still icing down from that beating I gave him. In fact, I’ve heard that he’s going to retire from wrestling after the beating I gave him, but don’t worry, he’s already got an audition to sing soprano in the Vienna Boys Choir.

The crowd showers Dawson in hate, especially in mocking Devastation, but Dawson isn’t deterred in the slightest.

HOTN: But I digress, it’s not Devastation, and apparently no one else in this federation is man enough to step up and take me on so I guess I’ll just be taking that token by forfeit and …

Just then The Highlight of the Night is cut off by the opening strains of a revised version of the remixed version of “Whatever Gets You Through Today.” The crowd is wondering who could be coming out to the previously never-heard-in-Legacy theme. We get a look at the tron screen—a picture of a person's legs as a camera pans up, going by a pair of red shorts, red top and to the head, which is looking downward, brown hair flowing said way. The shot on the tron now pans back to a waist-up shot as the lyrics kick in.

“Someone said today...”

The head on the tron lifts up to reveal whom it is as “LAURA SETON” appears next to it. The crowd erupts seeing the hometown heroine is on her way.

“...there's no other way of playing...”

Laura comes bursting out from behind the curtain, wearing a fancy red shirt, black pants and matching shoes; her hair down and parted in the middle. The crowd has another loud eruption as camera flashes begin lighting up the arena.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like someone's got new music.

She bounces to the left side of the stage, as the crowd's volume intensifies upon seeing her out there in front of them. Fully energized she throws her left arm violently to the crowd on the left, then right arm on the right side of the stage as she heads in that direction. She is jacked up being at home, no doubt and the crowd is equally jacked to see her.

Bryan Harris: Really? We need this much noise for Laura Seton?

Jimmy Yates: She's from Wisconsin. She's 90 minutes from her house and it's the first wrestling event she's ever been a part of in Wisconsin; plus she's a good kid—why wouldn't they love her?

Bryan Harris: I'm getting sick, that's for sure.

Laura makes her way to the ring, dives in under the bottom rope and gets on the second set of ropes in the lower left corner and poses her arms into the shape of an “L” as the crowd continues popping for her, camera flashes intensifying. She gives a huge smile.

Jimmy Yates: She loves it!

Laura gets down from the ropes and heads for the opposite side of the ring and calls for a mic. She receives one and motions for the crowd to quiet. She looks a tad bit emotional here being in the ring in front of her home fans. She arches back and brings the mic up, a voice of nearly crying.

Laura: I...AM...HOOOOOMME!!

The crowd gives another big pop as she stands up straight and does a head toss to get her act back together. Dawson rolls his eyes and twirls his finger as if to simply to say “Whoopity-freakin-do”. Seton gives a Dawson a look of embarrassment—for him, that is.

Laura: Wow...”cheddar-for-brains” and “dairy state d-bags.” (dryly) Really original stuff. Like people here have never been called things like that.

She gives a fake applause and appreciation.

HOTN: Hey, I just call them like I see them – maybe if they got their act together the labels wouldn’t stick. I mean maybe if you cleaned up a little you could do better than Chris Turner – in spite of that He-Man action figure physique you almost have a She-Ra face.

The crowd boos Dawson and his smirks, and Laura takes a step forward towards Dawson, quickly cutting off the jeers for Dawson and getting more love from the crowd.

Laura: Like I said variation on a theme. Way to go—that's awesome. (becoming more serious) Now, you've been talking and no one's been listening or caring. It's been like that for weeks. Let's face it, no one says anything back to you. Granted, they COULD be scared or maybe for whatever reason, they're intimidated by you...

She takes a couple steps towards the "Highlight," almost in his face.

Laura: I'M NOT!! You hit me with that mic back in Kansas City and since then I've been biding my time for an opening at you because, like everyone else on planet Earth--I'm sick of your crap!

Dawson reaches up and wipes his face insinuating that Laura spits when she talks, and then he looks down to Seton, and bring the microphone to his lips.

HOTN: Great, the “hometown heroine”. First it’s Devastation playing “hometown hero” in St. Louis, now it’s you in this giant cow pasture.

Dawson shakes his head in disgust.

HOTN: You’re sick of me? I’m sick of the trash of this sport like Justin Moreno being treated like treasure. I’m sick of the mediocre of this sport like Devastation being treated like greatness. I’m sick of sideshow freaks like you being treated like anyone gives a sh*t about your ability, when deep down you know, I know, and all of these people know once the novelty of being the “fightin’ b*tch” in LEGACY wears off you’ll go right back to the mediocre mire with the rest of them, or better yet, you’ll run back to the circus from whence you came – but for right now, you do have a good thing going for you – well as good as you’re going to get – so why hasten that depressing inevitability of that fall by coming out here to challenge me and get my face? We both know that I’d just humiliate you. Just turn your ass around and get to steppin’ back to that locker room so I can continue this celebration without interruption.

Laura: Celebration? Seriously? SERIOUSLY!? That's an awesome joke. Now really, you've got a title belt around your waist and here you are WHINING!?

Laura seems to be getting frustrated with Dawson’s disrespect, and the situation as a whole, but she keeps her composure.

Laura: Dude, we're sick of all your crying will you ever SHUT UP!? You talk about Rawlings being retarded outside the ring, (condescendingly) how about you look in the mirror? In fact, you're just as retarded INSIDE the ring.

The crowd continues cheering Laura a hand through her hair before motioning for them to quiet down. However, in spite of Laura’s insults, Dawson seems entirely unfazed by the comment as he almost laughs at Laura’s insult of his abilities merely tapping the ToV Title in assurance.

Laura: Let's face facts here. Derek Shane is out of commission. You ditched Rawlings, and Johnny boy is going overseas which I don't think is a coincidence in timing. Maybe you wanted to be the “the star” now to feed your massive ego. However, with all of those departures, you’re suddenly stranded all by your lonesome – no one will be there to help you cheat, to help bail your backside out like The Entourage was known to do. So it would be just you and me – and obviously you don't understand me. I'm not mediocre. The Seton blood does not allow for mediocrity. I'm on a roll here and that's not going to stop anytime soon or … well … ever.

Laura smirks and looks around the arena as the crowd cheers. A fan a couple rows back from ringside holds up a sign, which Laura notices; it reads “Milk & Cookies.” She gets a full smile and it looks like an idea has run in to her head.

Laura: You know—there's a person on my fan site that think I deserve a title shot...and she makes a great argument.

She looks at the T.o.V. title again and gets a serious expression.

Laura: How about your belt? Maybe a match, say...I don't know...at the next show - SuperCard STRIFE 50?

Dawson looks at her with a blank expression, staring at Laura like she’s from an entirely other planet, and then he explodes with laughter – literally laughing. Not that “mocking” type laugh. Dawson literally thinks her challenge is outright amusing.

HOTN: Oh now that is just *catching breath and composing* absolutely hilarious. Okay, freak show, you are still like an arrogant, He-man looking version of Punky Brewster with that spunk – and you must have the lamest “fan site” in the known universe if they are coming up with ideas like you deserving a title shot. I mean that’s even more pathetic than those “efeds” where those geeks “roleplay” as wrestlers. Yet, with all of your faults and obvious functional deficits, you are in fact … HILARIOUS.

Dawson still chuckles at Laura who just looks to be flat out peeved, and a bit confused by Dawson’s complete lack of respect - like he just doesn't understand what she's about.

Laura: Dude, what's your damage?? Like you're anything better? Let's face it, my sister Madison could clean up the ring with you.

Dawson raises an eyebrow and is starting to get the hint that Spunky McGee here isn’t just going to go away.

HOTN: I just beat Devastation who is apparently as technical wrestling God. I beat him man to man, fair and square until he couldn’t answer the count. You really think some little bimbo out of High School Musical could compete with me? If you think that then you’re as crazy as Cronos.

Laura's eyes fill with an unforeseen fire at "little bimbo" and you can see she's using every bit of will power to keep herself from lunging at Dawson right here and now for the remark about her kid sister.

HOTN: The bottom line is kid, for as much as you want to take your shots at the Elite like the rest of these peons, I went out and I got the match I wanted, I promised I would win LEGACY gold, and I beat a man whom I don’t respect, but for some reason this entire industry respects as one of the best. You tossed a few people over some ropes, and now you think that you belong in my league? Not a chance.

Laura: Do you make this stuff up as you go along? Apparently your mouth flies before you get a chance to really think over your words and tell yourself not to talk. Now...if you're so sure you're going to beat the pulp out of me, why not take the match proposal? Or are you going to be a chicken-turd and forever be known as “The One Who Wouldn't Fight The Girl?”

Dawson takes a moment and considers what Laura has to say, looking for the first time pensive and not entirely dismissive. Dawson taps the belt as he thinks, and then brings the mic to his lips again.

HOTN: Fine freakshow. You want a shot? Be careful for what you wish. I will NOT let it be said that I backed down from anyone, even you – you want to get your ass handed to you that’s your funeral. Super Card? You will go one-on-one with The Elite.

Laura smiles having received her match.

Laura: I hope you realize you just walked into the world of being the human infomercial: (feigning excitement) “LIMITED TIME ONLY!! Matthew Dawson, champion! Just two weeks remain! “Get your “Flavor of the Month,” or whatever the heck it is you call yourself, merchandise now before its too late!” BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE—“ (she drops the excitement) Ah...who are we kidding, there isn't more.

Except, of course, being labeled as a “failure.”

Laura steps back from Dawson with a smirk.

Laura: Have fun babysitting my belt.

With that Laura’s theme hits, and she exits the ring with a championship match on the horizon.

Bryan Harris: Since we’re in Wisconsin, hometown girl Laura Seton gets the top spot.

Jimmy Yates: Their personalities couldn’t be any more different from one another, but Herb Moxley and Adam Davis are both competitors who, a lot of people agree, are very close to taking the next step here in LEGACY.

Alan Ducard: There’s no hard feelings betwixt these two competitors to my knowledge, and I have a feeling that this match is an opportunity for one of them to further distance themselves up the ladder from the other.

Bryan Harris: Herb Moxley has already had a World Title shot. Like, the last show we just had. Great analysis, Alan.

Jimmy Yates: Neither of them has ever had a singles title shot at the World Title though. And that’s a golden thing.

Alan Ducard: Let’s presently get to the video to see what transpired.

Jimmy Yates: Moxley’s getting completely man-handled so far in this match.

Bryan Harris: I’d like to man-handle that Jen X….

Jimmy Yates: Keep your eyes on the match Bry.

Davis continues to dominate, taking Moxley down with authority with an arm lock take down. Moxley is up quickly and manages to get behind Davis only to be whipped back down with a snap mare, Davis locks on a reverse chin lock moments after Moxley hits the ground in front of him.

Jimmy Yates: C’mon Herb stay on your feet!!

Davis releases the chin lock only to smash Moxley in the clavicle from behind with his elbow. Keeping behind Moxley Davis allows the nerd to rise, only to place him in a waist lock – Davis hoists him opponent and nails his knee into Moxley’s tail bone with an ATOMIC DROP!! Herb walks funny a few steps and Davis capitalizes, whipping him sternum first into the nearby turn buckle *OOF!!* Moxley stumbles back and Davis stands almost relaxed and ready as if knowing Moxley was easy prey – He locks the nerd from behind – GERMAN SUPLEX INTO A PIN!!

Alan Ducard: Excellent combination!

Leonard Nolan is there for the count

One!!

Davis arches his back for more leverage.

Two!!

Moxley turns his torso – the shoulder is up!!

Not wasting a moment, Davis pulls Herbert to his feet and whips him into a turnbuckle and comes charging after. Herbert suddenly places his hands on the ropes, jumps up, planting his feet on the top turn buckle. Herb does a back flip, leaving Davis to charge into the turnbuckle.

Alan Ducard: Amazing flip!

Bryan Harris: Amazing my foot!! That was pointless!

Jimmy Yates: Pointless? Herb’s going for the mental advantage.

Moxley takes a step back with one foot like an Olympic gymnast who just can’t stick the landing. Davis is right there, unphased by the acrobatics, he takes Moxley down with a shoulder tackle, putting him flat on his back.

Bryan Harris: Hah!! (mockingly) Yeah real mental advantage. He’s mental alright.

Davis follows up by jumping in the air, drilling Moxley in the chest with a knee drop. Davis is right back up and comes down like a thunderbolt driving an elbow down across Moxley’s throat, Davis is back up again and suddenly STOMPS MOXLEY IN THE FACE!!

Jimmy Yates: Right in the face!! And he’s got that smashed forehead still healing up!!

Bryan Harris: When Moxley got smashed by that steel chair at Eleventh Hour… brought a tear t’my eye – tear of joy that is.

Davis pulls Moxley up and throws an arm over his shoulder before lifting him up for a vertical suplex. He holds Moxley there for a good moment.

Alan Ducard: Moxley is used to not being stronger than his opponent – but the Iceman is not just stronger, he’s faster too.

Bryan Harris: Don’t forget Davis is smarter, better looking, more successful, a better dresser… He’s a better everything.

Davis leans forward, dropping Moxley from the suplex position face first, he rolls the nerd onto his back and makes the pin, Nolan is there.

One!!

Two!!

-- Kickout!!

A brief look at Jen X showing relief on her face and she claps in excitement which earns her a cold look from the ice man that cuts her applause short. Adam Davis whips Herb into the ropes. Herb bounces, comes charging back and Davis snatches him up in a tilt-a-whirl back breaker but Moxley is just running too fast so he hits the ground running then hits the opposite ropes, bounces, and Herbie J is charging once again. Davis with a back body drop maneuver and Moxley leap frogs this attempt sending himself into the ropes a third time – Davis comes charging after Moxley who looks over his shoulder and sees himself in pursuit, he leaps -- HERBERT WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODY!!

Jimmy Yates: Woah!!

DAVIS CATCHES HIM, SPINS AND SMASHES A POWERSLAM RIGHT INTO A PIN!!

Bryan Harris: HAH!!

Leonard Nolan hits the ground and slaps the mat.

One!!

Two!!

Thr—Kickout!!

The Wisconsin crowd cheers the near fall!!

Alan Ducard: The pace of this match is picking up…

Davis spares a moment to glare at the referee and Moxley sneaks an arm between his legs – ROLL UP!!

Referee is back on the ground –

One!!

Two!!

----- Kickout!!

Jimmy Yates: Moxley almost stole the win with that quick pin!!

Both men are up and Davis is focused, he drills Moxley with a forearm – knocking him on his back. Moxley is back up and Davis goes for a clothesline – Moxley Ducks!! Moxley with a SPINNING HEEL KICK!! **WHIFF** No contact!! the ice man ducks the flying boot!! – Davis pushes Moxley back into the corner. Davis drives a shoulder into Herbs abdomen, rocking his entire body. Davis props Moxley into a seated position on the top turn buckle – standing on the mid rope Davis delivers five quick open fists to the forehead and seems to be going for a top rope suplex – Herb with a sudden burst of energy shoves Davis back and onto the ground – Moxley stands onto the middle rope and is there with a GUILLOTINE LEG DROP!! Moxley with the pin now!!

One!!

Two!!

Thr- Kickout!!

Alan Ducard: Another near fall, just moments apart!!

Now Herb is up and he looks at the referee in disbelief at the two count.

Jimmy Yates: Is he upset with the slow count? Or is it that he would have preferred Leonard Nimoy over Leonard Nolan?

Bryan Harris: *Sigh* leave the color commentary to me, Jimbo, you stick with the ‘yippie’ and ‘yahoo’ stuff.

Davis returns the favor, sneaking up on Moxley with a backslide pin.

The count!!

One!!

Jimmy Yates: When have I ever said ‘Yippie’?

Two!!

-- Shoulder is up!!

Both men are up and in the zone. Moxley fakes with his left and Davis has a hand up to block. Moxley grabs it, placing Davis in a hammerlock. Davis powers out, countering with a hammer lock of his own. Moxley keeps the momentum going and is able to slip out his wrist, he puts Davis in a side headlock – reaching back. Davis snaps backwards with a side suplex counter but Moxley goes with that momentum, landing on his feet!! Moxley with a waist lock now from behind goes for a belly-to-back but Davis stops that train with a reverse elbow to the side of the head.

Alan Ducard: Both men moving quickly here…

Davis turns, now free from the waist lock and Moxley charges shoulder first – he can’t get enough power behind him and Davis flips him onto his back with a quickly executed GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!!. Moxley is up, holding his back in pain with one hand and Davis grabs his other arm- Moxley locks eblows and throws himself to the ground – ARM DRAG TAKEDOWN!! Davis is up a moment after Moxley who goes for the hip toss follow-up – Davis overpowers, blocking the Moxley’s hip toss. Davis with a quick knee to the gut doubles Moxley over. Davis with a front face lock manages to lock both arms – DOUBLE UNDERHOOK DDT PUTS MOX DOWN ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD!!

Alan Ducard: Excellent exchange!!

Leonard Nolan with the pin.

Jimmy Yates: And Adam Davis once again comes out on top!

One!!

Bryan Harris: Davis gets the job done, just ask Hanna-

Two!!

Jimmy and Alan: Bryan, Stop!!

Moxley kicks out!!

The Wisconsin crowd continues to pick up enjoying the fast paced action!!

Davis doesn’t waste any time, he’s up and yanks Mox to his feet. SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!! Moxley is down again!! Adam pulls Moxley right back up and goes for a suplex – Moxley with some fight left in him pushes Davis back – Moxley with a LOW DROP KICK TO THE HIP!! Davis is down. Herbert darts forward – BASEBALL SLIDE!! MISSED!! Davis sits up just in time and jumps to his feet leaving Moxley down after the failed baseball slide – Davis Jumps – KNEE DROP FAILS TO CONNECT AS MOXLEY ROLLS AWAY!! Davis rolls on his back, clutching his knee in pain – Moxley snaps his body forward after leaping to his feet, rolling forward – FORWARD FLIP LEG DROP!! ANOTHER MISS!!

Bryan Harris: The Iceman saw that coming a mile away!!

Davis pulls Moxley up and goes for the Irish whip, its reversed! Davis hits the ropes, bounces. Moxley is in waiting – he lifts one knee, standing on one foot as both of his arms rise up and out on each side then extend just above shoulder height!! Davis charges, and Moxley goes for it –

SUPER SWEET NINJA KICK!!

NOTHING BUT AIR – DAVIS STOPS SHORT!!

Bryan Harris: He Missed!!

AWKWARD LANDING, HERB STUMBLES!!

The Iceman grabs the nerd – SPINE BUSTER SHAKES THE ENTIRE RING!!

Bryan Harris: YES!!

Davis slaps his own chest in a sign of dominance over his fallen opponent.

The official goes down expecting another pin, but Davis actually locks on a half crab leg lock instead, pulling it tight. Adding insult to injury Davis keeps the half Boston crab locked on and places his ankle onto the back of Moxley’s neck. Moxley reached for the ropes, but it’s a half foot beyond his grasp. A close-up of the Nerds face shows his eyes bulging through the athletic goggles in pain. Adam Davis has his face smashed into the mat painfully with his ankle.

Leonard Nolan: Do you quit?

Moxley: Geh.. gah.. *Hack* NO!!

Alan Ducard: That elevated single leg Boston Crab is Davis’ “Grave Pain”, this may be all it takes.

Another camera angle shows Jen X from behind, she is standing on the ground, slapping the mat to keep Moxley energized during the submission hold. We can see a large “X” (stands for Jen X?) over the butt of her cheerleader skirt as she bounces up and down.

Bryan Harris: You see that? X Marks the spot.

Jimmy Yates: As if, old man.

Herb reaches forward, stretching the limits of his shoulder muscle, Davis sees Herb’s finger tips brushing the ropes. Davis lets up on the back of Herb’s head and begins to drag him towards the center of the ring – frantically Moxley twists, managing to get himself on his back – a swift kick to the abdomen and Herb is free!! The crowd cheers at Moxley’s escape. Davis stumbles back and Moxley rises carefully favoring the now strained right leg. Davis lunges forward with a huge clothes line – Herb ducks – Moxley reaches back -- DESPERATION NECK BREAKER CONNECTS!!

Jimmy Yates: Never count out the Mox!!

Davis clutches his neck in pain as Moxley stands in the center of the ring. He takes his right hand and reaches towards his left hip as if drawing forth an imaginary sword – he holds the fictional blade up towards the rafters and the Wisconsin crowd shouts with him.

Moxley: DRAAAAAGON SLAAAYER!!!

Jimmy Yates: Herb is calling for his finisher!!

Davis is up and charges at Moxley. Herb locks the side headlock!! He charges with a running bulldog!! But Davis is too Strong!! THE FINISHER IS REVERSED!! He shoves Moxley into the turn buckle abdomen meets buckle!!

**OOF**

Crowd: Ooooooohh!!

Moxley stumbles off the impact, Davis with the fireman’s carry!! He starts to swing Moxley for the modified neckbreaker!!

Alan Ducard: Here comes the Cold Shoulder!!

HERBERT ROLLS OFF!! He lands on his feet!!

Moxley with a quick kick to the midsection!! Moxley jumps over the bent over Davis!!

SUNSET FLIP INTO A PIN!!

One!!

Two!!

Bryan Harris: KICKOUT!!

THREE!!

Davis Kicks out a moment too late!!!!

Leonard Nolan calls for the bell…

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Herbert rolls out of the ring, exhausted and covered in sweat, he embraces Jen X who happily receives him. Davis just shakes his head at the couple from inside the ring.

Crazy Boy: Hey, Damien... congrats on your win at Eleventh Hour. I know that wasn't easy, being against Issac, but you sure as hell earned it. I want to also wish you good luck on our match next week. I know it could be a match that steals the show.

Black stares at him with a deadly glare before he starts to speak.

Damien Black: Luck? Son... you know nothing of luck. At STRIFE 50, the only luck you'll have is if I let you live after I get done with you because this belt's not going anywhere...

Crazy Boy takes a couple of steps back, shrugging his shoulders a little bit.

Crazy Boy: Didn't say it was, Damien. All I said was our match could steal the show at Strife 50. But you must know Damien that I have been on the roll of my life for a bit now. I've beaten the likes of John Thomas, Crash, Diego de Cardenas. And plus...... I have these!!!

Crazy Boy grins and takes the nunchucks he has received from Moxley a couple of months back and holds them up in his hands, eye height, staring like them like a kid staring hungrily at a piece of candy.

Damien just shakes his head and sighs.

Damien Black: What are you gonna do with those, annoy me to death?

Crazy Boy waves them around his head, like a blur, almost slapping himself a couple of times with them, but manages to keep them going with a couple of moves with them, before stopping and putting them back in his pocket.

Crazy Boy: I've gotten good with those things. They could hurt quite a lot, Damien. I could hit you several times before you can even blink. But in all seriousness, Damien, I have to commend you on something. You have done something that I have never done, and that is beat Issac Entragian. You took the monster, found a weakness, and beat him at his own game.

Damien Black: See, here's the problem... while Issac was a formidable foe. You, my mentally stunted friend, are mere comedic fodder being thrown on the altar for sacrifice.

That gets a little chuckle out of Tyrone as he sighs and shakes his head.

Crazy Boy: Have you actually seen me wrestle, Damien? In the past few months, I've beaten a former No Limits Champion, a former Tao of Valor Champion AND a former world champion. I think I have a resume that speaks for itself, Damien. I don't think you have been in the ring with someone quite like me. I think, in all fairness, that I can and will handle you in the ring just fine...

Damien Black: Well, if you want to die so badly, Tyrone, that's fine. May God have mercy on your soul...

Crazy Boy just grins again and takes a step forward, almost face to face with Damien... if Damien wasn't a whole 3 inches taller than he was. His eyes light up as he has something figured out.

Crazy Boy: I know what it is, Damien. You are taking me too lightly, just like everyone else has. John Thomas, Crash... everyone has understimated me, and they have lost to me. In the grand scheme of things, I know, deep inside, that you know that I have a chance to beat you. It's true that you are a lot bigger than me and more powerful on every aspect... BUT, if I can beat Lucien Grey, and he is the biggest person on the roster, I can beat you. You are making the same mistake everyone else has, Damien, and in the end, it's going to cost you.

Damien Black: You seem pretty damn sure of yourself, don't you?

Tyrone nods his head and takes a step back, his smile turning into a face of seriousness.

Crazy Boy: I am so sure, Damien. Never before have been so close to gaining a title in Legacy, Damien. I can almost taste it. Don't get me wrong, Damien. You are probably going to be one of my toughest opponents yet, when it comes to power and strength. And man, with your awarness and ability of weapons, I know you are going to try to set an example and break me in half. I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I will have my hands full with you, Damien, but you have to remember... this is not my first rodeo in the No Limits. I know how it is and what it feels like to be in a no limits match, being in a match with the likes of Cronos Diamante, Ron Bailey, Tim Jones, John Thomas. I've been through it all before, Damien, and in the end, it's all going to be the same. You will soon realize why they call me Crazy. It has a nice ring to it, eh, Damien? Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith---- No Limits Champion.

Black shakes his head in disgust.

Damien Black: You've had impressive luck, no doubt... but at STRIFE 50, believe me when I say your luck will run out once I clamp in the "Black Plague" and watch you make your death throes as I suffocate the very existence right out of you. Do you think you're ready for that? DO YOU, TYRONE?

Tyrone nods his head and starts to walk away from the No Limits Champion. He turns around and stares at him and walks back, with a little bit of a smirk on his face.

Crazy Boy: Bring it on, Damien. We will see about this "Black Plague" at Strife 50. I am ready for whatever you can dish out to me, Damien, but the question is.... are you ready for me? Are you truly ready?

Damien Black: I'm always ready, Tyrone. You best be making out your will over the next few weeks because as God is my witness, you won't leave the arena alive if I have anything to say about it.

Crazy Boy starts to walk away from the No Limits Champion and turns around to say one last thing.

Crazy Boy: We'll see about that Damien. We will see about that.

Crazy Boy walks away toward his locker room, leaving Damien to his thoughts.

Diego de Cardenas: Hannah…

Hannah Perez: Diego…

Diego de Cardenas: Is playtime over yet? This whole charade, has it run its course? Are you done pretending that you’re going to stay with either of those fools?

Hannah shrugs.

Hannah Perez: Adam Davis is a lot of fun, and Kevin Oppenheimer? I’m hoping when he gets out of the hospital, he’ll have a little change in personality.

Diego de Cardenas: Any clue who we have to thank for that?

Hannah Perez: I assumed it was someone you knew.

Diego shakes his head.

Diego de Cardenas: I wish I could say I did, but frankly, I didn’t have any reason to. He’s the one I find entertaining out of those two. It makes me laugh every time I see him trying to talk to you when it’s obvious you don’t have any interest in anything he’s got to say.

Again Hannah shrugs.

Hannah Perez: I don’t know about that. He whispered some things in my ear that I wouldn’t mind hearing again.

His eyes narrow, his blood pressure goes up, and Diego stands up and walks off. Hannah looks pleased with the reaction as she watches Cardenas leave.

Bryan Harris: You know who else is looking forward to this match? James Win. He’s been waiting for this opportunity ever since Laura Seton got a LUCKY pinfall on him in the Battle Royal at the 11th Hour pre-show. I can guarantee you that Laura will NOT get a pinfall on James Win here tonight!

Jimmy Yates: Don’t be too sure about that! James Win is talented, and when he’s firing on all cylinders, he’s a great competitor, but it is going to be really difficult for him to overcome the fact that 100% of the fans in attendance tonight are going to be firmly behind Laura Seton, cheering her on to victory.

Alan Ducard: Well the fans can’t directly affect the outcome of a match going on in the ring, not legally anyway, but if Laura can feed off of their enthusiasm, she could be hard to defeat.

Bryan Harris: Yeah? Well how about we just get down to the footage and find out what went down.

One... two... Win kicks out and Laura rolls back onto her feet. Win is less acrobatic and stands back up one leg at a time. Laura is waiting for Win by the time the All-Star gets to his feet and charges forward. Jumping off the mat she twists her body around so that her back is facing Win and her buttocks slides into his waist. Win instinctively grabs Laura and lifts up, possibly looking for a wheelbarrow suplex, but Laura is able to counter Win’s counter into a cruiserweight style bulldog. Rolling Win over, Laura hooks a leg

One!!

Two!!

Win kicks out, and Laura is on her knees, calculating her next move against the former World Tag Team Champion.

Bryan Harris: That damn Laura has been all over the All-Star like stink on fish this whole entire match.

Alan Ducard: She’s got to, mate! Not to sound too sexist or anything, but she’s at a constant disadvantage when wrestling in a predominantly male surrounding.

Jimmy Yates: Agreed. Laura’s naturally feminine frame, and the mentality that she may feel “out of place” against the men that are bigger than her only adds to the things working against her in matches here in LEGACY.

Lifting Win up by the back of his head, Laura brings the All-Star to his feet and sends a few charging uppercuts into Win’s face. Win is rocked back into the ropes. Laura sees an opportunity to build speed and add to her current momentum and rushes back into the ropes. On the rebound, Laura charges up even more speed but suddenly Win sprints forward with a lunge and CRACKS Laura across the head with a diving lariat that nearly decapitates the young athlete.
Bryan Harris: There you go! THAT’s how you do it!!

Alan Ducard: The ruddy lad nearly chopped her head off with that clothesline! Blimey!

Win is on his stomach as Laura is folded inside out from the incredible impact. The Milwaukee fans are jilted and explode into boo’s and hisses as James Win gets to his knees. Flexing his muscles as Laura lays on her stomach, clutching the back of her head and pounding her foot against the canvas in pain, Win then brushes his hands off as he turns Laura over to make a cover.

One... Laura REFUSES to stay down any longer than a one-count and James Win slams the mat in frustration. Seeing Laura trying to get up, James Win pie faces her back down onto the canvas and mounts her. Looking up at the audience, a big smirk stretches across his face as he just straddles her provocatively.

Jimmy Yates: That is disgusting...

“Let’s-Go-Lau-rah!”, the hometown crowd chants as Win sits on top of his female opponent. Looking down at her, Win holds her by her sides and gently runs his hands up her sweaty skin. Seeing and feeling this happening, Laura shoots a limber leg up that connects right in the back of Win’s head. Flying forward off of her, Win gets right back up in a fit of anger. Laura is up as well but as soon as she turns around Win SLAMS her back down to the mat with a running side head-lock, burying fists into her head without a care in the world.

Alan Ducard: DAMMIT!! Come on!! Stop this!!

Bryan Harris: She knew the risks when she entered this organization as an active competitor. What do you expect her opponents to do? Play “nice”?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t expect her opponents to go easy on her just because she’s a girl, but I would hope that the men of LEGACY would be a bit more respectful than to deliver close-fisted punches to a woman. This guy’s got a problem with women, it would seen.

Finally having enough fun punching Laura’s lights out, Win gets up in a fit of anger and shouts out to the crowd, “SEEEEEEEEEEEEETOOOOON!!” like he just scored a two-pointer, mocking the announcers that called her sister Madison’ division two game earlier in the week. As the crowd deafens the arena with booing, Win turns his attention back on Laura who is holding her head, trying to get on all fours. Seeing this, Win stands right behind her and licks his lips. Looking down at her, Win grabs her by the waist and helps her up to her feet.

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell... what is he thinking here?!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, but it can’t be tasteful.

With Laura still bent over, holding her pounding head, Win licks the palm of his hand and delivers a smack on the ass.

Alan Ducard: BLOODY DISGUSTING!!

Bryan Harris: Yeeeee-haw. Look at that fat ass jiggle!!

Jimmy Yates: You’re deplorable, Bryan. Not quite as deplorable as James Win, but deplorable nonetheless.
Then, as Laura stands back upright, reaching down to hold herself from the stinging, Win lifts up on Laura’s waist and DRIVES her back into the canvas for a bridging German suplex.

One!!

Two!!

Laura barely gets a shoulder up and the capacity crowd sighs with relief. Win is back up and taunts the crowd with another muscle pose, showing that he is the dominant one in the match.

Ripping Laura up to her feet by the hair, James Win grabs her by the leg and sets her up for a teardrop suplex. Laura drives a fist into Win’s forehead though and Win releases Laura’s leg. Laura lands on both feet and turns around to face her attacker. Throwing a foot forward, she goes for a boot to the mid-section but the All-Star catches her. Smiling at her, watching her hop on one foot, Win taunts her. Begging her to do something about it.

Bryan Harris: Whoopsie-daisy! Got caught, Laura!

Jimmy Yates: Not Necessarily!

Finally she does and jumps up for an enziguri.

Alan Ducard: There’s the High Hurdle!!

Win ducks it though and immediately drops down for a step-over toe-hold, setting up for a STF submission.

Alan Ducard: Nobody home! Win with an STF!!

Locking both of the outside of his forearms around the clefts of Laura’s jaw, Win squeezes with all of his might as he simultaneously arches back, adding pressure to Laura’s back and neck region. Laura screams out in pain as Win pulls back, trying to tear out Laura’s vertebrae.

Jimmy Yates: Man, that’s a tightly secured STF... I don’t see Laura escaping this one.

Screaming, “Ask her!!!”, at Porter, Win continues pulling back on Laura. Seton is determined to fight through the pain though and reaches out for the ropes. Luckily enough for her, the bottom rope was close enough to grab, and as soon as her fingers graze the ropes Porter initiates the count to break it.

Bryan Harris: Damn, I thought this one was OVER...

The fans have reached a fever pitch as Win lets go of the hold at four. Clapping their hands together, trying to rally behind the hometown lady hero, the fans stomp their feet trying to bring Laura out of danger. James Win back on his feet, looks out at all of the people in attendance and yells, “SHUT UP!!!”, in hopes of quieting down the Laura fans.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like this crowd is starting to get under the All-Star’s skin!

Alan Ducard: You may be right, James. Instead of focusing on what the crowd is chanting, he needs to be focusing on putting Laura away for the win. A long-serving veteran of the sport like James Win should already know that.

Reaching down to pick Laura up, the All-Star is met with some elbows to the mid-section. Doubling over, Laura sees the opportunity to strike and jumps up with her leg, hoping to connect with a fame-ass-er. Win moves out of the way though and on the spin around, Win scoops Laura up for a fall-away slam. Instead of throwing her back, Win swings Laura’s body around for a swinging side-slam and drives her back against the mat with thunderous force, sucking the energy out of the crowd.

Covering her, Porter counts..

One!!

Two!!

Thr- NO!! Laura kicks out, and Win is furious.

Bringing Laura to a seated position, the All-Star drives a rapid succession of vicious knees down into her lower back. After the third one, Win switches it up to diving forearms. After the third forearm, Win drives one more knee into Laura’s back and holds it there while he pulls back on the underside of Laura’s jaw. Pulling on Laura’s neck, Win shouts, “Ask her you moron!!”, and Porter is right there in Laura’s face, ready to call the bell if she so desires.

Bryan Harris: Win is totally dissecting Miss Seton here. After that succession of moves right there, the disks in her back have probably turned to mush. This is surgical precision at its FINEST!

Jimmy Yates: I have to admit, through his idiotic antics and innuendos worthy of a sexual harassment suit, James Win has been showing real technical excellence here in this match.

Laura adamantly refuses to submit, even going as far as flipping Porter off. This act of defiance gains a massive pop from the Milwaukee crowd, and Laura starts shaking her arms and head, hulking herself up from the seated position into hopefully something much better.

Bryan Harris: Well that’s not very lady-like!

Getting to one knee, Laura throws an elbow into Win’s mid-section. Win releases the hold after a shot to the temple connects, and Laura is back on her feet. Facing Win, Laura jumps up and connects with a BEAUTIFUL standing dropkick that sends Win down flat on his back. Win is back up though, racing at Laura. Laura with an overhead arm drag, sending Win back down. Win is back up yet again, but this time Laura leans in on him towards the ropes. Pulling on his arm she goes for the Irish whip but Win reverses and sends her into the ropes. Win charges forward for another lariat but Laura ducks. Win’s momentum carries him into the ropes, and on the rebound he is stopped DEAD COLD with a high angled jumping clothesline by Laura Seton.

Jimmy Yates: My GOD, that was some sick elevation there!!

Alan Ducard: She calls that “Straight A’s”!! And it was bloody marvelous!!

Laura growls, pumping up her motivation to win the match. The All-Star is back up. Laura runs at him and connects with a running knee-lift, and in one beautiful transition, wraps her hands around his head and SNAPS back down for a reverse DDT!!

Jimmy Yates: Laura with the Gold Medal!! This one could be over!!

Bryan Harris: How many stupid names does this broad have for her arsenal?!

Making the lateral cover, Laura and the audience count along in booming unison...

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!! NO!!! WIN’S FOOT IS ON THE ROPES!!

“Boooooooooo!!!!” yells the crowd desperately as Laura can’t believe the match isn’t over. Turning her attention back on James Win, the All-Star grabs Laura by the waist band and pulls her down throat first across the middle turnbuckle. Choking and sputtering, Laura drops to the mat and holds her throat as she gasps for air. The crowd mercilessly boos Win as he gets to his feet, and points to his head as if to say, “I am a thinking man’s wrestler!”

Bryan Harris: That half second hesitation by Laura as she pleaded with the referee was all the time this man needed to turn things around, and now Laura is paying for it.

Bringing Laura to her feet, Win secures Laura’s arms for the Starburst Pedigree. Jumping up, Win’s knees hit the mat by the time he realizes Laura’s arm held onto the middle rope. Grimacing in pain as his knees slam into the canvas, Laura capitalizes on the split second invitation and lifts Win’s legs into a supine position. Stepping in between his legs, she wraps them up and turns AWAY from the ropes with Win’s legs securely fastened in an expertly applied sharpshooter.

The crowd absolutely LOSES IT.

Bryan Harris: No way!!! No way this freaking BROAD makes James Win taps out!!
Jimmy Yates: ACES ‘N’ EIGHTS!!!

Alan Ducard: LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!!! THEY’RE STANDING!!!

Win screams out in pain as Laura shouts, “TAP YOU LITTLE P***Y!!!”. He shouts back, “YOU B***H!!”, as he cries out in agony over his knees and back.

Laura lifts up for a moment, pulling the All-Star away from the ropes with all of her might before finally sitting back down on the submission hold. Digging her feet into the canvas, she pulls back with as much strength as she can possibly muster.

Win’s hands are two feet away from the bottom rope.

Looking up at the proverbial carrot dangling in front of his face, Win’s eyes tell the story of a man who can’t take anymore pain.

Slapping the mat a couple of times, Win cusses loudly as Porter calls for the bell.

Bryan Harris: Oh... oh no... oh no that didn’t just happen...

Jimmy Yates: MY GOD!!! THE ALL-STAR TAPS!!! IT’S ALL OVER!!

Alan Ducard: UNBELIEVABLE!!!

The crowd nearly riots as Porter slaps Laura on the shoulder three time letting her know that Win gave up. She releases Win’s legs and raises both of her arms in the air in complete shock!! Falling to her knees, she holds her hands over her mouth in a mixture of shock and emotion, as her hometown crowd cheers on like she just won the World Title. Burying her eyes into her hands, Laura weeps softly as “Gunboat” by Vixtrola begins blasting over the announce system.

Jimmy Yates: Well said, Alan. Well said.

As Porter raises her hand, Laura wipes the tears away from her eyes as she takes in this breathtaking moment. The adulation of her hometown kinsmen was a sight to behold as thousands of people held up “SETON!!” signs and chanted her name. Spotting her sister Madison and Madison’s friend Davey on the outside, Laura climbs out of the ring and heads in their direction. With Madison jumping up and down and screaming for joy that her sister came out victorious in her homecoming, Laura hugged her tightly as Davey patted Laura on the shoulder in congratulations.

With Laura hugging her sister, the cameras pick up Laura saying, “I’m gonna do it, sis! I’m gonna win some championship GOLD!”, as the cameras fade to the LEGACY graphic with the fans chanting “SEE-TON!”, loudly in unison.