Arch Angel: Dude, we beat EVERYONE here.

Loco Martinez: I want to be here before everyone else. One less opportunity for idiots to come at me.

T.Rex: Loc' I hate to piss in your Cheerios, but speaking of idiots coming at you?

Rex nods to the distance, and we see a familiar looking man on horseback, brandishing a lasso.

We zoom into the man, and... dear god help us... or more importantly HIM, Charles Bryant Penze is sitting on the back of a horse. Dressed as Zorro. Lasso in hand. The three Cirque du MoFo members look on. Loco smiling, but still looking side to side nervously. Seconds before CBP spurs his horse to "giddy up", he lets out a battle cry... of sorts.

CBP: LOOOOS TAAAAAACOOOOOOOSSSS!!!!!

Arch Angel: What do you want us to do boss?

Loco Martinez: I... I just can't see him getting close enough. Can you guys take a HORSE?

T.Rex: Hell yeah.

Angel just rolls his eyes.

Arch Angel: Just be ready to jump up on the hood of the car if need be.

Penze takes off and we hear the clomping of hoof steps as CBP gallops towards us. CBP whipping the lasso above his head feverishly. Only thing... he didn't take up the slack. It drags dangerously behind him. T.Rex notices this and yells.

T.Rex: You're dragging your rope, skippy.

This distracts Penze who's rhythm with the lasso is thrown off, as he turns to look and sees the rope dragging behind him. This causes him to stop swinging the lasso and it ends up around his shoulders.

We watch hopelessly at the inevitable conclusion, as the rope gets more and more taught, before it snatches CBP backwards off the horse. He lands with a thud on the pavement. The horse just continues to gallop off past the Cirque. The three men share a chuckle. T.Rex looking almost concerned as Penze squirms in pain.

T.Rex: How in the hell did he get a horse? Can you...rent them or something?

Angel and Loco just shake their heads and head towards the arena to get situated for SuperCard STRIFE 50. The scene cuts back to the LEGACY studio for the pre-taped match introduction.

Jimmy Yates: Elsewhere in the world of wrestling, people who compete in opening matches are derogatively called “curtain jerkers”, but that’s not the case in LEGACY – where the opening match is used to set the tone for the entire evening, which is why we shouldn’t be surprised that such a high profile match was selected to begin SuperCard STRIFE 50.

Bryan Harris: Although I might rightfully look down my nose at the dorky competitor named Herb Moxley, there’s no denying that the kid is quite popular with the LEGACY crowd and has put together a decent resume of accomplishments. And what no one can deny are the great accomplishments of two-time LEGACY World Champion Marcus Marion.

Jimmy Yates: After some time away from LEGACY, Marcus Marion is attempting to rise back up the ladder and get a chance at reclaiming the World Championship. Upon his own return to the roster, Herb Moxley appears to be more focused than ever and picking up some high quality victories, one of the reasons he was included in the World Championship fourway match at Eleventh Hour.

Alan Ducard: I don’t believe there’s anything in the way of direct inter-personal tensions between these two going into this match, but with high profile matches at a premium, you can be assured that both of these guys is going to want to come through this match with a victory here tonight. Let’s get you to the footage to get things started here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: There’s the Revolutionary Thrill, the three count should be academic here...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

Avery George: Hazard! Glad I could catch you! I, and several others, have been trying to figure out exactly what you meant in that last promo that seemed to have been directed at Frank Garvin.

Hazard: Good catch, kid.

George: So what exactly did you mean, you'll give him what he "needs"?

Hazard: Well, I'd rather not..

George: Wait! You were talking about the spiderwire glass crash, weren't you? Because I saw that match, and let me tell you..

Hazard: Not exactly. Like I said, I'd rather not..

George: I mean, Garvin seems to get off on pain, but I don't know if he's ready for that level of misery.

Hazard: I know you mean well, Avery, but I think you've..

George: Your reputation precedes you here, and personally I can't wait to see you two in the ring together.

Hazard: Son, you need to stop and listen for just a..

George: So are you ready to confirm the spiderwire glass crash match? Will it be for STRIFE 51? 52? How long do you think it will take to get the cont--

Avery George's enthusiasm is cut off, along with his oxygen, as Hazard's patience finally runs out. He has clamped a single hand around the young man's neck and pushed him against the wall. He has the man's wrist in his other hand, holding the microphone between his mouth and the side of George's quickly purpling face..the only thing separating them

Hazard: Shut up and listen. I'm not what you think I am, not anymore. Yes, I have a plan for Frank Garvin. Yes, you'll find out more about it tonight. No, it's not a spiderwire glass crash match or anything like that. It's something you've never seen from me before and the last thing you'd expect. Now show me how smart you are and stay here while I walk away.

With that, Hazard releases his grip on George and does just what he said - walks away. Avery George rubs his neck and tries to collect himself before signalling for the camera to cut.

Alan Ducard: Both Fallen Angel and Chris Turner have been known to enjoy dishing out pain, and they enjoy it even more when they get to use weapons… which is why our next match is probably not going to be for the faint of heart.

Jimmy Yates: Neither of these guys is a “fan favorite” in the traditional sense, but the fans of the No Limits division are going to really appreciate this encounter, no doubt in my mind about that.

Bryan Harris: These two have been looking to get their hands on one another for a little while now, dating back before Eleventh Hour when they met up on more than one occasion. They also met at this past pay per view as part of a three-way encounter with Ethan Leers, but now it’s just the two of them, and the score will be settled.

Alan Ducard: Well then, let’s presently get to the footage to see what transpires.

Jimmy Yates: Fallen Angel wasting no time bringing weapons into this match as he uses that cane for added force to that Russian leg sweep.

Bryan Harris: Well it looks like he's about to go golfing with it now.

Fallen Angel swings the scepter back and slams it into the leg of Turner, he does this a second time, but on his third attempt turner spins around on his back and sweeps Fallen Angel's legs out from underneath him.

Alan Ducard: Those scepter blows could have a lasting effect on Turner. If his legs charley horse it could really limit his arsenal of moves.

Turner rolls out of the ring and takes a moment to massage his left leg, before reaching under the ring for something and finding a fire extinguisher. As Fallen Angel comes to the side of the ring and reaches over the top rope to grab Turner, Turner steps back and shoots the fire extinguisher into Fallen Angel's face. Angel stumbles clawing at his eyes and Turner drops the fire extinguisher and grabs Fallen Angel by the ankles and pulls him out of the ring and starts laying into him with lefts and rights. Turner tosses Fallen Angel into the ring and Angel tries to wipe the foam out of his eyes.

Jimmy Yates: Turner with a solid strategy of if he can’t see me he can't beat me.

Turner slides back into the ring and tackles Fallen Angel as he goes to get to his feet pushing him back into a corner turnbuckle. Turner goes to ram a shoulder into FA's gut, but Fallen Angel thinks quick and lifts his knee right into Turner's jaw. As Turner stumbles back Fallen Angel reaches and rips off Turner's shirt. This pisses Turner off, he runs forward and eats a boot to the face from Fallen Angel.

Angel then uses the shirt to wipe the remaining foam out of his eyes and tosses the shirt out of the ring. Fallen Angel grabs Turner and whips him into the ropes and lifts him up and slams him to the mat with a body slam. Turner goes to try and use the ropes to get to his feet, but Fallen Angel kicks his hand away and puts his foot on Turner's back choking him on the bottom rope. Turner struggles to ttry and get free before eventually being able to flip over and send a knee into Fallen Angel's groin. FA instictively grabs his family jewels and Turner sends a boot into his face pushing him away, giving Turner time to get to his feet rubbing his neck.

Fallen Angel turns to face Turner and Turner wraps Fallen Angel in a bear hug with Angel's arms trapped inside Turner's vice like grip. FA tries to struggle free, but as he does turner just squeezes tighter then hits him with a trifecta of headbutts.

Alan Ducard: It looks like that last headbutt hit right across the bridge of Fallen angel's nose.

Bryan Harris: That's one hell of a nose bleed, and there's a good chance his schnoz is broken.

After the trifecta of headbutts turner immediately follows up with a belly to belly suplex slamming Fallen Angel hard into the mat. Turner eyes up a table out side of the ring and slides out to retrieve it. He tosses it over the top rope into the ring and slides back in after it. Turner jabs Fallen Angel in the chest with the table then opens the table and positions the legs on one side so the feet tuck into Fallen angel's armpits and the bar connecting the feet lies right across his chest. Turner then heads for the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Jimmy Yates: I know Turner isn't known for taking to the skies to often, but isn't it customary to put your opponent on the table not under it?

Bryan Harris: I'll be the first to admit that Turner isn't all there, but something tells me he has a plan.

Turner dives off the top rope with a huge elbow drop crashing through the table and driving it into Fallen Angel's gut. At the same time the impact of the blow drives the table's leg brace bar hard into Angels chest while pieces of the splintered table cut into FA's sternum and legs. Turner pushes the tables pieces out of his way and makes a cover.

One..

Two..

Three!

Jimmy Yates: Each of these three teams brings something different to the table in this match. The aged veteran team ANARCHY came close to capturing the tag team gold back at Eleventh Hour but came up just short in their bid against Domination, so they look to get back on track.

Alan Ducard: A couple weeks ago, HgH got a big tag team victory in a similar three-way match with a little help from their new manager Casino. Unhappy about how things turned out, ANARCHY seems eager to prove that the outcome of the STRIFE 49 match was a fluke.

Bryan Harris: Don’t forget about El Chupacabra – just because the LEGACY front office seems to have forgotten about them. Diego and Hector have already been successful once in taking the tag team championships away from Domination, and given another two-on-two shot, I don’t see why they couldn’t do it again.

Alan Ducard: They’re certainly a talented duo, and a win here tonight would propel the winner, one would think, into a potential position for a championship opportunity. Let’s get to the footage to see what happened when these three teams collided.

One.

Arch Angel quickly kicks out.

Joey turns around and gets a quick clothesline from T-Rex. The referee is trying its hardest to maintain order, but to no avail. Pretty soon both Hector and Diego of El Chupacabra join the fray and pretty soon it is a mad house in the ring. Travis Rollins tries to break it up as best as he could, but Hector and Diego are both after Anarchy, along with HgH. Finally, after a bit of a fight, the referee threatens disqualifications if order is not in place as the teams go into their respectable corners, leaving only Joey of HgH, Arch Angel of Anarchy and Hector of El Chupacabra.

Bryan Harris: Now that order is restored, we can get back to the match, instead of this being a 3-ring circus

Jimmy Yates: But your LIFE is a 3-ring circus, Bryan. It's not like you can get away from it.

Alan Ducard: Can you guys get back to the match? Something is about to go down here.

Bryan Harris: He started it!

Jimmy Yates: Did not.

Alan Ducard: ...

All three men stare at each other, trying to see who makes the first move before Hector charges and goes after Joey Shepard. Joey tries to get his hands up in a defensive position, but Hector kicks Joey in the gut and Irish whips him in the ropes. Joey stops himself in the ropes and as Hector starts to toward toward Joey, Arch Angel gets in the middle of it and throws Hector over his back. Joey stares at Arch Angel as he turns around as he walks over to his side of the ring and tags in Conrad Kirk. Kirk jumps up on the top turnbuckle and takes flight with a cross body, but Arch Angel catches Kirk in midair and slams him to the mat. Arch Angel with a pin.

One.

Two.

Hector breaks up the pin.

Jimmy Yates: Hector saves the match for El Chupacabra. Kirk doesn't quite know where he is

Bryan Harris: Does he actually really know where he ever is?

Jimmy Yates: Touche.

Alan Ducard: I don't think Arch Angel is too happy that Hector broke up the pin. Look at his eyes.

Hector looks up at Arch Angel as Arch Angel has this angry look on his face as Diego is reaching out for a tag. Hector complies and makes the tag to Diego. Diego makes his way into the ring and stares at Arch Angel, who does not look too amused. Diego charges at Fallen Angel, but he catches Diego with a stiff right hand and Diego staggers back. He grabs Diego by the arm and drags him over to his corner and makes a tag to T-Rex. T-Rex comes in the ring as they both pull Diego into the corner and start to knee him in the gut and punch him in the head. The referee starts his five count and tells Arch Angel to get out of the ring. Arch Angel throws a couple more punches at Diego before leaving the ring to T-Rex.

As T-Rex turns his attention to Conrad Kirk, he gets a stiff forearm to the face. T-Rex reels back a little bit as he Irish Whips T-Rex into the ropes and hits a inverted atomic drop on T-Rex. T-Rex howls in pain as Kirk rolls up T-Rex in a school boy attempt.

One.

Two.

Th- Diego breaks up the pin attempt.

Bryan Harris: Diego and Hector are just delaying the inevitable by extending this match. Once Anarchy gains control, it'll be all over.

Jimmy Yates: I Don't know. El Chupacabra are awfully talented. This match can still go either way.

Alan Ducard: What is Arch Angel doing now?!

As T-Rex gets back up to his feet, Arch Angel is occuping the referee a little bit. As the referee argues with Arch Angel, T-Rex turns his attention to both Diego and Kirk, who have joined together. As Arch Angel continues to argue with the referee, T-Rex ducks a double attempt by Diego and Kirk and as they bounce back he lowers his body and low blows both of them. Both Diego and Kirk fall to the mat in pain as Arch Angel stops his bickering to the referee as T-Rex decides to pin Diego.

One.

Two.

Thr--- Diego kicks out.

Bryan Harris: Ding! Noone's home!

Jimmy Yates: What a conniving move. A double low blow?! That's madness.

Alan Ducard: But effective, Jimmy... Effective.

Joey Shepard and Hector Rodriguez have their arms extended out for tags, but T-Rex has them both stuck in the middle of the ring. He picks up Kirk and grabs Diego and bangs both of their heads together like coconuts. Both of them hold their heads, but Kirk manages to roll over to his side of the ring for a blind tag by Joey Shepard. Joey rushes in the ring and charges a shoulder into T-Rex. T-Rex staggers back as Joey charges again and again, eventually bouncing T-Rex off the ropes and Joey clipping T-Rex's knees from under him. T-Rex falls on the mat flat on his face, but turns around and gets a shining wizard from Hector Rodriguez. Joey falls on the mat hard as Hector makes a pin.

One.

Two.

Kickout by Joey Shepard.

Alan Ducard: What a close count by Hector. That was a millisecond away from a three.

Jimmy Yates: HgH showing some resilency.

Bryan Harris: They are showing something, but it sure as hell isn't resilency.

Hector looks up at the referee, but the referee just holds up two fingers. Hector sighs and picks up Joey and brings him to their corner, getting a tag from Diego. Diego immediately climbs the turnbuckle, and as Hector hits a shining wizard on Joey, before Diego can make his move, Arch Angel comes out of nowhere and throws Diego off the top rope. As Diego comes crashing down to the mat, the referee comes and threatens disqualification. Arch Angel throws his hands up and rushes back to his corner as T-Rex is regaining his composure. T-Rex staggers to his feet and walks over to his corner and tags in Arch Angel. Arch Angel gets into the match as he picks up Joey Shepard and throws him on top of Diego. Diego holds his chest as Arch Angel goes over to pick him up, but gets surprised by a roll up pin attempt.

One.

Two.

Kickout by Arch Angel.

Bryan Harris: Now that's innovative. Anarchy is regaining control.

Jimmy Yates: I must admit, using Diego's body as a battering ram was creative.

Alan Ducard: Look on the other side of the ring.

Diego quickly gets to his feet and picks up Joey Shepard and nods his head. He points at Arch Angel as they both bounce off the ropes and connects with a double flying forearm. Arch Angel staggers backwards as Joey and Diego hit another double flying forearm. Arch Angel drops to one knee as Joey hits a running boot to Arch Angels face. Diego climbs the turnbuckle and nails a falling splash on Arch Angels chest and makes a quick pin.

One.

Two.

Thr--- T-Rex comes and breaks up the pin.

Joey and Diego quickly get up and start to double team T-Rex, hitting some stiff shots and then throwing him out of the ring, but as soon as they turn around, they get double clotheslined by Arch Angel. Hector Rodriguez runs into the ring and knocks down T-Rex, and pretty soon it's all Anarchy in the ring again (no pun intended). Fists and bodies fly as Travis Rollins once again restores order.

Bryan Harris: And the Three Ring Circus returns!!

Jimmy Yates: You would fit right in, Bryan!

Bryan Harris: Your MAMA would fit right in.

Alan Ducard: .... why do I even bother sometimes?

As the legal men are in the ring. Diego and Joey talk amongst one another as they both quickly grab a arm of Arch Angel and throw him into the turnbuckle. Joey points at Arch Angels body and Diego charges and connects with a high knee to the face. Instead of coming back into the ring, he hops over the top rope, drops to the ring apron, then leaps up, kicks Arch Angel in the back of the head, which propels him out of the corner, where Joey Shepard is waiting and rolls him up into a pinfall position.

One...

TWO...!

THREE!!!

The bell rings as HgH are declared the winners. While HgH celebrates in the ring, El Chupacabra leave the ring, Hector having a confused look on his face, while Diego looks a little proud, despite losing the match. Ouside the ring, Anarchy have recovered and have a PISSED off look on their faces as they leave ringside as well.

Alan Ducard: That was some quick thinking by Joey Shepard, that's for sure.

Jimmy Yates: I must admit though that Joey had help from Diego. Why was he smiling anyway? He lost the match.

Alan Ducard: There is something inside Diego's mind, knowing that Anarchy didn't win that match, is making him happy.

Bryan Harris: He's a nutcase that's for sure.

Jimmy Yates: You're a nutcase!

Alan Ducard: ...

Thompkins: What's in the bag, son?

Hazard: Just my gear.

Thompkins: Don't take it personally, but you're not on the show tonight last I checked.

Hazard: *chuckling* No, nothing personal. I was just taught never to show up without your gear. Never know what might happen.

Thompkins: Fair enough. Something I can do for you?

Hazard: Actually, there is. *Hazard passes an envelope to Thomkins*

Thompkins: What's this?

Hazard: A formal request. I'm looking for a match against Garvin. Hell, anybody would do - don't want to be left off of too many shows, right? But I've got something special in mind for him in particular.

Thompkins: I don't know how many men would look for an "opportunity" against Frank Garvin. You sure this is what you want?

Hazard: I'm positive, old timer. You just make sure that gets to the boss for me. Deal?

Thompkins: Part of my job, son. It's a deal.

Hazard shakes Thompkins' hand as the scene shifts

Jimmy Yates: No doubt about that, Alan. Entragian and Leers competing in the same ring, two of LEGACY’s most violent, dangerous competitors involved in the same match. This could be bad.

Bryan Harris: Leers has been on the rise on the No Limits division, really tearing people apart left and right. Then we have Entragian, this man has climbed the No Limits mountain already, not once, but TWICE. He’s held the strap, defended it, and just recently relinquished the belt to Damien Black in a BRUTAL NL bloodfest.

Alan Ducard: Now let’s not forget boys, we also have a fresh face in this triple threat, in the form of CRIMSON GHOST. Who knows what to expect from this unorthodox luchadore, he could really turn the heat up tonight and make his mark on LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know Alan, I’d say wrong place, wrong time for that young man. He’s stepping into the ring with two certifiable sharks, these men, in their own ways, are equally as twisted and mentally unstable.

Jimmy Yates: Entragian is a seemingly indestructible sadist, while Leers is a masochistic grinning engine of madness and mayhem. Talk about combustible elements, we have the makings of an explosion here tonight.

Alan Ducard: Every LEGACY superstar in this match has his own agenda. Entragian is going to be looking to avenge a tough loss against Black and get back to his winning ways, Leers is going to want to keep smashing his way to the top of the No Limits Division, and Ghost is looking to make his mark and have a successful debut.

Bryan Harris: The only question is which man’s plan will come to fruition? Let’s check out the footage and find out.

Alan Ducard: Well I was not expecting this, Entragian and Leers on the same page for the time being, working together to subdue the new blood.

Bryan Harris: I wouldn’t be surprised if Crimson Ghost actually starts bleeding crimson ANYTIME now.

Ghost makes an attempt to jump out of harm’s way, but Entragian latches him around the throat and ROCKETS him back into the turnbuckle. Leers sees his moment, rushing in like a mad dog and slamming rights and lefts into Ghost’s masked face. He follows this up with stiff kicks to the midsection, while Entragian now starts in on the left, hammering right hands into Ghost’s face, and following it up with a BONE-CRUNCHING uppercut that sends a shockwave through Ghost’s body, effectively dropping him to a sitting position against the buckles.

Leers continues the assault, stomping the living hell out of Ghost’s chest and head, before planting his heel against Ghost’s throat and choking him for all he’s worth. Ethan nods, pausing, turning his head towards the albino, and once more he begins talking sh*t with spittle flying from his mouth in a rage-induced frenzy.

THE CULT LEADER: That’s HOW IT IS DONE, YOU FU--

Before Ethan can even finish his sentence, Issac simply BACKHANDS him with all the force a seven foot beast can muster. Ethan is knocked down to his knees, his cheek flushed with blood from the strike, and he looks up at The Ivory Terror with near uncomprehending eyes. Entragian smirks, his chest heaving with silent laughter, the act alone a testament to pure mockery.

Jimmy Yates: Gotta remember, it’s every man for himself in there. And we all know that sick albino freak cares only about himself, already making a statement there against Leers.

Alan Ducard: That was one hell of a shot. Sounded like a high-caliber rifle blast.

Leers doesn’t miss a beat, firing himself up off the canvas and coming at Issac like a rabid animal. Ethan pistons fists into Issac’s alabaster face, knocking him back a few steps. Entragian hits the ropes, and Ethan follows him in, clocking him on the side of the face with a jumping spinning backfist. With the big man reeling, Ethan flies across the ring, hitting the ropes and rebounding off with almost supernatural energy. With momentum on his side, Ethan speeds forward, only to EAT a gigantic bicycle kick courtesy of Entragian. After leaping and landing back on his feet, Issac moves down to the dropped body of Leers, forcibly opening his mouth with both hands and pulling on the top and bottom portions of his jaw, as though he wants to rip Ethan’s jaw clean apart. Leers struggles madly, saliva dripping from his mouth in rivulets.

Jimmy Yates: Good god. They don’t call him The Pale Prince of Pain for nothing. He’s trying to pull the man’s jaw off, for the love of god, and the ref can’t do a thing about it!

Bryan Harris: That’s why it’s a No Limits match, Jimbo. Gotta love freedom, right??

This hideous submission move goes on for a few more moments, with Entragian rearing back and smiling, yanking harder and harder with each passing second. Ethan’s eyes look about to burst out of their sockets from the pain, but despite all this, he seems to be chuckling, as though he LIKES it. This would likely freak out anyone else, but Issac doesn’t seem to mind at all, in fact he makes an effort to deliver even MORE pain, seeing just how long it takes for those chuckles to dry out. Issac’s eyes remain cold, his grin frigid and cheerful.

Suddenly Crimson Ghost makes his presence known, slamming a steel chair into Entragian’s spine. Issac releases the hold, allowing Ethan to flop fully down against the canvas. He rises to a fully vertical base, seemingly unaffected by the chairshot, before slowly turning around and facing Ghost. Ghost seems at a loss for what to do, but instinct kicks in and he attempts to blast Issac again, but the albino shoots up a pallid hand and blocks the shot, then leaning in he CRUSHES a headbutt into Ghost’s face.

Crimson Ghost staggers backwards, but then comes back strong, hitting Issac with a barrage of boxing style blows. First a hook punch, followed by a few body shots that double Entragian over. Then he runs the gauntlet, hitting the ropes and driving a boot into the monster’s temple. Entragian’s seven foot frame spins down to the canvas, his eyes taking on a glaze.

Alan Ducard: Ghost managing to get in some offense on that exchange, actually laying the monster out for the time being. That’s a major accomplishment for this talented newcomer.

Jimmy Yates: I’ve just been informed that that maneuver is called BLOOD HELL, and it is definitely effective!

Ghost has no time to celebrate, because Leers is up and he’s brought the dropped steel chair with him. In one swift motion, Ethan runs forward and NAILS Ghost on the back of the legs, dropping the bigger man down to his knees. Ethan circles Ghost so that he’s facing him, and then using the edge of the chair, he CLIPS Ghost on he side of the neck, before withdrawing, bringing the chair up behind his head and WAFFLING it down directly on the top of Ghost’s skull. A sickening crack resounds through the arena, and Ghost falls to his side like a sack of broken bricks. Leers holds the chair up, admiring the large dent in the metal, one hand going up to work his jaw a bit from the earlier attack.

Bryan Harris: As we’ve seen in the past, The Cult Leader is relentless. His use of weapons is scary, once he has his hands on a piece of artillery; it seems that the word mercy gets permanently wiped from Ethan’s vocabulary.

Alan Ducard: That shot was SKULL-CRACKING. I almost want to call the emergency room right now and book Ghost a room in advance.

Meanwhile on the opposite side of the ring, Entragian has ascended one of the turnbuckles, with Ghost and Leers both completely ignorant to his silent ascension. As Ethan turns around to continue his assault, Entragian flings his three hundred pound girth from the buckles, soaring across the ring and SNAPPING an arm into Ethan’s throat with his patented flying clothesline. The force is so strong that Ethan literally flips backwards, landing on his stomach, the chair flying from his hand and halfway across the ring. Issac rolls through, tumbling forward and then hopping back up to his feet.

Bryan Harris: WINGS OF WAR! He got ALL of that one. Leers just got hit by 747!

Ghost has somehow gotten to a shaky vertical base, and he makes a beeline for Entragian, going low and taking out one of Issac’s knees with a dropkick. Entragian drops down, and Ghost moves in, but Issac snaps a hand around Crimson’s throat. Then rising slowly to his feet, Entragian clamps down harder and FIRES Ghost up into the air and right back down to the canvas with a ring-rocking chokeslam. Ghost hits hard, rolling to the side with the wind obviously knocked out of him.

Jimmy Yates: Would you look at this freak machine go, he is just a pure juggernaut, he does not stop, he does not yield, he’s a one man rampage that acts as though he’s been injected with the damned T-Virus or something!

Bryan Harris: You’ve been playing too much Resident Evil 5, Jimbo. Calm the hell down.

Jimmy Yates: Just saying…

Alan Ducard: Gimme some tips on how to beat Wesker after this match, if you’d be so kind Jimmy.

Entragian turns around, and he’s met with quite the sight. Leers is back on his feet, two five foot light tubes in both hands. Leers twirls them like daggers, his bloodshot eyes locked on the albino. Leers smiles like The Joker on a killing-spree, his sanity no doubt held together by mere threads. He closes the distance, with Entragian simply standing like an imposing statue. Issac cocks his head to the side, white hair hanging down in his face, his forked tongue slipping out to run over his needle teeth. One pallid hand comes up, and he motions Ethan forward. Issac gets what he wants, for Ethan rushes forward at near bullet speed, and swinging his left hand in a high arch, he WHIPS one of the light tubes into the side of Issac’s head, right against the ear. The glass shatters with an audible pop, and Issac flies back a few steps, blood already starting to drip from his ear.

Alan Ducard: Ethan has those blasted light tubes in hand now; this is going to be UGLY.

Jimmy Yates: Issac’s gonna be picking shards of glass out of that ear later on tonight, mark my words!

Leers flies forward again, as though he’s a man possessed, swinging out with his other light tube, looking to crush it directly into Entragian’s face. Issac’s reaction is lightning quick, he flings his hand out and catches Ethan’s wrist, twisting it down close to his body using that ungodly strength of his. Ethan hisses with pain, and Issac leans in close, looking down at Ethan’s shoulder with a deranged fire starting to alight in his eyes.
He whispers into Ethan’s ear, his forked tongue enunciating two simple, yet VERY powerful, words.

THE IVORY TERROR: My turn…

Entragian smiles, his eyes momentarily skipping over to the referee, and Nolan senses what Issac is about to do, already starting to admonish him and yell “DON’T YOU DO IT ISSAC!” despite the fact that it’s a No Limits match. The sheer inhumanity of what’s about to happen is what fuels Nolan’s reprimands.

Without warning, Entragian SNAPS his head down like a serpent, his jaws opening as he BITES down into Ethan’s shoulder blade. He withdraws quickly; snapping his head right back, his sharpened teeth stained a dark scarlet. Leers absolutely SCREAMS, tearing free of Issac and putting a hand against his wounded shoulder, where there are little red crescents where the albino’s teeth sunk in.

THE CULT LEADER: MOTHERF*CKER BIT ME! WHAT THE HELLLLLLL, F*CK, YOU CRAZY B*TCH!

Entragian nods his head earnestly, as if to say “sure did”, smiling with Ethan’s blood still on his teeth.

Alan Ducard: That was INHUMAN. Entragian’s teeth are like the fangs of a viper, that is an UNFAIR advantage if I’ve ever seen one.

Jimmy Yates: I find myself just…totally aghast every time Issac does that to someone. Even though I’ve come to expect it form this monstrous demon of a man.

Bryan Harris: Congratulations Ethan, you now have rabies, still think it was a good idea to get into the ring with The Ivory Terror?

Ghost is back up, and he moves towards Entragian, but in a fit of rage Ethan picks up a light tube and flings it right into Ghost’s masked face at close range. The glass shatters in a chaotic spray, and Ethan moves in and begins to slam knees into the stunned face of Crimson Ghost. After a succession of vicious knee blasts, Ethan caps it all off with a facecrusher, forcing Ghost’s head to meet canvas in a BIG way.

Alan Ducard: I think it’s safe to say that Leers is now pissed off. He’s almost salivating, that’s how worked up he is.

Ethan’s attention turns in the drop of a dime, and he runs at Entragian, flinging out his right foot and smashing Entragian on the chest with a yakuza kick. Issac is knocked back, and Ethan wastes no motion, snatching Issac’s arms up behind his back and forcing his head under the crook of his elbow, Ethan flings his own body to the mat and drives Entragian’s skull down with a double underhook DDT, RIGHT INTO THE REMAINS OF A SHATTERED LIGHT TUBE. Issac flops onto his back, and we get a sickening glimpse of his face, bits of glass sticking out of his cheeks and forehead in a few spots. Leers laughs like a hyena, and then splashes himself on Issac’s chest, making the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jimmy Yates: Close, but no cigar.

Entragian kicks out with authority, rolling to his side to put some distance between himself and The Cult Leader. Meanwhile Crimson Ghost has made it to his feet, and he is stomping a MUD-HOLE into Ethan Leers, nailing him with stiff kicks, before finishing the attack with a brutal kick to the ribs that flings Ethan a few feet across the ring. He moves in on Ethan, and with The Cult Leader still down, Ghost RAKES him across the eyes. Then moving behind him, Ghost snaps an arm around Ethan’s neck and cinches in a reverse chin lock, really laying down the pressure.

Alan Ducard: Submission victories are an option in No Limits matches; this could be smart strategy on the part of Crimson Ghost.

Before the hold can be applied for an extended period of time, Entragian lunges downward, “The Slayer” now in hand. The massive albino’s body hits the canvas and at the exact same time he whips the iron cudgel down and blasts it across Crimson Ghost’s skull. Ghost falls backwards, possibly on the very edge of consciousness. Issac gets back up to his feet, with Leers trying desperately to make it up as well, on his hands and knees. Ethan manages to fight his way up to his knees, but just then, Issac snaps “The Slayer” down yet again, DRILLING it against the exact same spot where Ethan was bitten earlier in the match. Leers roars with pain, his head whipping back as he screams out in a mixture of agony and maniacal laughter.

Jimmy Yates: BRUTAL. That iron club can break bones as though they’re twigs, it is a FORMIDABLE weapon.

Alan Ducard: I can’t get over how Ethan reacts to pain. He laughs through it, what a bizarre individual.

Bryan Harris: With Entragian & Leers both in there, it’s a regular freak show. We just need a few dwarves and a bearded lady, and then we’d be good.

Issac slowly leans down, and helps Ethan up to a fully vertical base. Using his bad arm, Entragian pulls it and wraps it around his neck, yanking Leers up into a suplex predicament. He pauses for a moment with Ethan in the air, the blood rushing to his head, and then he SMASHES his body downward in a violent jackhammer motion. Issac makes the cover, pressing both palms against Ethan’s chest.

Bryan Harris: Issac calls that move WHITE DEATH! One hell of a jackhammer if I’ve ever seen one, this has GOT to be over.

ONE!

TWO!

THREEE-NOOOOOOOO!!

Jimmy Yates: That was TOO close. Ethan almost had his goose cooked on that exchange, barely able to get his shoulder up.

As Entragian starts to get up from the canvas, Ghost flies forward and smashes a double axe handle into Issac’s back, knocking him back down. Entragian tries to get up a second time, but Ghost hits the ropes and takes out the back of his knee with a chop block. With Issac on his knees, Ghost moves very quickly, heading towards one of the turnbuckles and climbing for all he’s worth. Entragian pushes upwards, and turns around, only to see Ghost perched high and ready to strike.

Alan Ducard: I believe Ghost is thinking THE SPIN CYCLE! This could spell endgame in this triple threat.

Jimmy Yates: What an accomplishment it would be for this LEGACY rook to garner a victory over both The Ivory Terror AND The Cult Leader here tonight!

Ghost sees his chance, leaping from the turnbuckle with arms extended, he locks onto Issac’s neck and spins into a tornado motion, looking to hit his DDT, but Issac sets his feet and GRABS Ghost by the throat with both hands, promptly sitting out and countering with a nasty two handed chokebomb.

Bryan Harris: Well, that certainly backfired, didn’t it?

Jimmy Yates: If Ghosts can die, I’d guess that one is dead right about now.

Now it appears as though Entragian is the one who’s pissed off, a wave of dark fury crossing over his face. The monster throws Ghost’s body to the side like a discarded piece of garbage, and reaches into the waistband of his tights. He pulls out a strip of rawhide, covered on one side in layers of rusted razor wire. Very carefully, Issac wraps this around his fist, so that the leather is against his palm and the barbwire covers his fist like rusty armor.

Meanwhile Leers has fought his way up, and he runs forward, lashing out and snapping a kick into Issac’s leg. Entragian staggers, hopping on his right leg. Leers reaches out, and grabbing Issac’s leg he rolls downward and snaps Issac to the canvas with a dragon screw leg whip. Entragian quickly makes it back to his feet, and as Ethan moves in, he’s met with a STRAIGHT right hand to the face, barbwire smacking against flesh. A laceration immediately shows itself on Ethan’s forehead, and blood begins to rain down in a slow flood.

Alan Ducard: And now Ethan has donned the crimson mask, I knew it was only a matter of time before the blood began to seriously flow in this one.

Leers falls backwards, dazed. Entragian follows him down, and moving so that he’s behind Ethan, he brings him up to a sitting position, and from there Issac just starts to PISTON right hands directly into the fresh cut, the barbwire covered fist hammering down again and again, flesh tearing, blood flying and staining the white canvas. Issac pauses, switching up his position, he mounts Leers and begins to smash down closed fists into Ethan’s face, battering his nose into a bloody mush. Leers responds with frenzied laughter, struggling not to choke on the plasma leaking into his throat.

Jimmy Yates: Ethan’s in a bad way here. He’s losing A LOT of blood, if this continues; he could be leaving this arena on a stretcher.

Suddenly both men are taken by surprise as Ghost flies onto the scene, taking Issac down with a THUNDEROUS clothesline. He grabs Ethan by the front of his shirt, dragging him up to his feet, only for Leers to PUNT Ghost as hard as he can right in the groin. Crimson Ghost drops down, his face no doubt a mask of pain behind his ACTUAL mask. Entragian is back up, and he moves in on Leers, only for Ethan to begin whipping his head forward as though it were on a spring, crushing his skull into Issac’s groin with headbutt after headbutt in a series of GUT-WRENCHING lowblows. Entragian hisses in pain, falling down onto his back, both hands going down towards his nether-regions.

Bryan Harris: Elizabeth won’t be popping out any albino babies anytime soon after that display, JESUS FRICKEN’ CHRIST!

Jimmy Yates: That was HARD to watch gentlemen, I’m STILL cringing from it.

At this point all three men are laid out on the mat, with splatters of blood corrupting the pristine canvas in several places. Ghost is on his side, breathing hard. Issac is flat on his back in the center of the ring, not moving, and Ethan has managed to pull himself up into a sitting position against the turnbuckles. He surveys the scene, grinning that malicious grin, liking what he sees. He’s just about to fight up to his feet and take advantage of both of his opponents being laid out when THE GREAT WHITE DEMON SITS UP!

Entragian snaps up to a sitting position as though he sensed Ethan’s intentions, and slowly, his head rotates to mark Leers with his eyes, a cold and unfaltering gaze. Ethan’s eyes narrow in hatred, and we can see him mouth the words “what the f*ck do I gotta do to put you away, big boy?”

Jimmy Yates: That’s just plain scary. After taking ALL that damage, Issac sits right up as though he feels none of it.

Alan Ducard: And here comes Ethan, rising up to his feet as well!

Ethan raises his arms up, grabs the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. He flexes, snarling at Issac, before cocking his head to the side, hawking up a glob of blood and spitting it out onto the mat. Entragian uses one of his pale hands to pull a particular large piece of glass from his cheek, throwing it casually down to the mat. He raises his eyebrows at Ethan, enticing him with a sarcastic smirk. Leers takes the bait, racing forward like a dervish, and Issac meets him with a snapping claw that targets Ethan’s GROIN. Using that one huge right hand, Issac SQUEEZES as hard as he can, causing Ethan’s body to actually SHIVER with pain. Ethan howls, throwing his head back, beating down against Issac’s arm with both fists. Entragian absorbs the blows, and then grabs Ethan and lifts him up into a military press. He takes one step towards the ropes and HURLS Ethan over the top rope. Leers sails through the air and smashes against the security railing, rolling down to the concrete on the outside and coming to a grisly standstill.

Bryan Harris: Revenge is a dish best served COLD, and I’d say Entragian got him a little vengeance for those lowblows, wouldn’t you?

Jimmy Yates: And THEN some…

Entragian has no time to celebrate, because Crimson Ghost has snuck up behind him, and using all of his strength Ghost grabs Issac around the waist and fires him down to the canvas with a german suplex. Issac’s big body crumples, but almost as soon as he touches down he starts fighting his way back up. Ghost takes up the dented steel chair from earlier, and rushes at Issac, but the albino counters with a big boot, smashing the chair back into Ghost’s face. Ghost drops his weapon, but he doesn’t go down, leaning over with one hand against the ropes, shaking his head back and forth to drive the cobwebs out.

Entragian moves in close, his eyes burning with intensity. He snatches Ghost’s arm up and pulls his body up into a fireman’s carry. With Ghost on his shoulders, Issac walks towards the center of the ring, and then he FLINGS Ghost’s weight over his shoulders and right down towards his hardened knee. Issac drops down to his other knee with the motion, and Ghost’s abdomen meets kneecap in a gut-destroying maneuver.

Bryan Harris: THIS DISEMBOWELER!! IT’S FINISHED!!!!!

Jimmy Yates: Not so fast, Bry, here comes THE CULT LEADER!

Although he’s an absolute bloody mess, Leers has made it back into the ring, and he makes a mad rush at Entragian and CLOCKS him on the side of the head with the ring bell. A dull DING is heard, and Issac staggers back and flips over the top rope, landing on his feet but still stumbling, he leans against the security railing, not sure where he is. Leers takes advantage, he races towards Ghost, YANKS him up to a shaky and unstable base, and then turns his attention to a thick light tube left near one of the turnbuckle corners.

With light tube in hand, Leers plants a boot into Ghost’s midsection, then hits the ropes. On the rebound he leaps into the air, placing the light tube under his knees, just before his kneecaps CRASH into Ghost’s back. Leers quickly grabs Ghost’s neck and fires himself down to the canvas, driving both knees into Ghost’s spine with a GLASS-SHATTERING backbreaker! Glass flies everywhere, and Ethan quickly makes the cover, pulling back on one of Ghost’s legs.

Alan Ducard: That’s THE REVOLUTION BREAKER! Ethan got all of it!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Entragian rushes back into the ring at this point, his face a twisted mask of determination, but it’s too late.

Bryan Harris: This match is going to be nothing more than further proof that John Thomas is better than Kumquat Kid and has nothing left to prove against him. This match is ridiculous, it shouldn’t be happening, they’re lucky John Thomas agreed to even show up tonight, and this should be it – the end.

Alan Ducard: John Thomas has defeated Kumquat Kid in their last meeting, but prior to that, Ryan Lewis held a victory over him, so as far as I’m concerned, the series between them is even. Tonight, it won’t be a straight-up singles encounter, however, as I believe the front office figured John Thomas might refuse to compete in such a match – so they had John Thomas and Kumquat Kid each pick a partner, making this a tag match.

Jimmy Yates: And two very appropriate partners were chosen. John Thomas chose his former mentor – Gryffin Anselm – who has made quite a reputation as a great tag team competitor. And Kumquat Kid chose Devastation – whom he faced in a Tao of Valor championship match prior to the Eleventh Hour pay per view – obviously having appreciated Dev’s in-ring ability.

Bryan Harris: You can bet that John Thomas and Gryffin Anselm were elated to be going up against Devastation, because Gryffin Anselm had a great record against Devastation when they fought a few times years ago, and John Thomas has been in the ring with Devastation on multiple occasions as well, so they both know what to expect.

Alan Ducard: This should be a great contest, so let’s get to the footage to see how things transpired.

Jimmy Yates: Is it surprising to anyone that John Thomas is a coward and had Anselm get things going instead of facing Kumquat Kid himself?

Bryan Harris: John has nothing to prove to Kumquat Kid, like he said before, and frankly I agree! This match never should’ve been booked, and John’s trying to help Kumquats deal with this obsession by letting Gryffin take him out!

Gryffin Anselm throws a hard right hand that rocks Kumquat Kid. As Ryan Lewis holds his head momentarily in pain, Gryffin charges into the ropes. On the rebound, Anselm goes for a clothesline, but Kumquat Kid ducks it. When Gryffin turns around, he’s met with a spinning back heel kick to the jaw.

Alan Ducard: And Gryffin Anselm finds himself on the mat for the first time in the match.

Bryan Harris: Honestly, I didn’t think ole Kumquats had it in him!

Getting up off the mat, Gryffin gets met with a series of right hands. After kicking him in the chest, Ryan takes Anselm by the arm and goes for an irish whip. Anselm reverses it, sending his opponent into the ropes, and on the return he puts the Kumquat Kid down with a powerslam.

Not immediately returning to his feet, Gryffin dives forwards, driving his forearm into the side of Kumquat Kid’s face. Sliding his forearm down a bit, Anselm finds the windpipe.

Jimmy Yates: Come on, Klinton, get in there and stop this! He’s choking him!

Seeing the illegal tactic, referee Klinton Porter moves in and admonishes Anselm, who gets back to his feet and backs away. When Ryan starts moving, Gryffin takes him by the wrist, lifts him up to his feet and shoots him off into the ropes. On the return, Kumquat Kid connects with a dropkick to the thigh, sending him down to a knee.

Alan Ducard: Ryan Lewis is on a roll…

Kumquat sends a side-kick into Gryffin’s back, which in turn puts Anselm into a prone position, holding himself up on his hands and kneesTurning, Kumquat Kid runs into the nearby ropes and comes off with a huge amount of momentum. Within a few feet of his fallen opponent, Double K spins and drops a quick elbow onto the back of Anselm’s neck, driving him completely down to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Speed is getting the better of strength, and John Thomas’ plan looks like it’s unraveling.

Bryan Harris: Ten minutes from now, Kumquat Kid is going to regret having been in this match, bank on it, Yates.

Having found the opportunity, Kumquat Kid returns to his feet, keeps his eyes locked on John Thomas across the ring, and backs up into his own corner and tags in Devastation. The fans cheer as the former World Champion gets into the ring. Back up on one knee, Gryffin Anselm snarls as he sees Devastation enter the match. Anselm charges forward and drives his shoulder into Devastation’s gut, but the former champion starts laying into him with axhandle smashes even as he’s driven into the corner.

As Gryffin stands up to try to continue the attack, Devastation lifts him up off the mat just slightly, whipping him around and changing places with him. With Anselm now standing against the corner, he tries to fight back, smashing an elbow into the side of Devastation’s head. The retaliation brings a knee into Gryffin’s gut that doubles him over, and then Dev flips Gryffin up and over, sending him crashing back-first onto the mat in the middle of the ring.

Alan Ducard: Picture perfect gutwrench suplex, and you’d expect nothing less from Devastation.

Jimmy Yates: It hasn’t been talked about much lately, but there’s certainly quite a bit of history between Devastation and Gryffin Anselm, the two going back more than 4 years.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, and Devastation owes most of his success over the past 4 years to the lessons that Gryffin Anselm taught him between those ropes!

Moving quickly in on his opponent, Devastation shoots the half nelson, which keeps Gryffin on the mat. Frustrated by the hold, Anselm tries his best to pry Dev’s arm away, but it quickly becomes obvious that he’s not going to be able to. Repositioning himself, Gryffin extends his leg towards the ropes, and from the outside, John Thomas reaches into the ring and pulls Anselm by the leg, barely pulling him the couple feet necessary to get him to the ropes before backing away quickly – hoping not to be noticed by referee Klinton Porter.

Spotting Anselm’s foot on the bottom rope, Devastation is forced by the official to relinquish the hold. Begrudgingly he does so, and once Dev’s grip is relinquished, Gryffin slides out of the ring under the bottom rope with a bit of help from John Thomas. Devastation gets to his feet and watches intently as JT and Anselm share a few quiet words.

Alan Ducard: Anselm and Thomas slowing down the pace of the match…

Bryan Harris: You mean “Team Awesomeness” showing how a REAL tag team works together?

Jimmy Yates: Don’t get ahead of yourself, Bry, these two haven’t won a match as a team together.

Bryan Harris: Not in LEGACY, but I’m sure if you go back and get some tape from TTW, you’ll see plenty of success these two had together.

Gripping the second rope, Gryffin keeps his eyes on Devastation, then hops up onto the apron once he can tell that he’s not going to be rushed to return. The two engage in a staredown, which Anselm maintains even as he enters the ring. Devastation waits for Gryffin in the middle of the ring, signaling that he’d like to try a lock-up. Reluctant at first, Anselm moves in and the two tie up. Almost immediately, Gryffin twists around into a hammerlock.

Alan Ducard: Gryffin showing some signs that maybe he’s learning from John Thomas in their training sessions…

Twisting right, then back left, Devastation tries to look for a weakness, and he quickly finds one. Exploiting it, Dev reaches over his shoulder, grabs Anselm by the back of the head and flips him over forward with a snapmare.

Jimmy Yates: Nice reversal by Devastation!

Not wanting to stay in a prone position too long, Gryffin fights to get up as Devastation tries to put him in a headlock. As he gets his feet underneath himself, Anselm works his way up off the mat. Grabbing Dev around the waist, he lifts him up off the mat slightly and shoves him forward to create some space. Anselm then dives forward, taking Dev by the leg and leaping, tackling him, driving him down to the mat.

Sliding up into a mounted position, Gryffin drives his forearm into the side of Devastation’s face, then his other arm comes in from the opposite side and also hits. Before he can connect with a second one, the arms of Devastation move up into a blocking position, covering up. Anselm gets to his feet as quickly as possible, and Dev rolls over and tries to get up as well, but Gryffin drives in with a double axhandle smash, collapsing his opponent back down to the mat. Getting completely back to his feet, Anselm goes for an elbow drop, but Devastation rolls out of the way.

Bryan Harris: Devastation getting lucky there…

First to his feet, Devastation is ready as Gryffin gets up off the mat, and he fires in with a European Uppercut which spins Anselm around. Wasting no time, Dev grabs his opponent around the waist from behind and flips him up and over, crashing down onto his shoulders with a German suplex. Bridging, Devastation holds on into a pinfall situation, and Klinton Porter slides in for the count.

One…

No!!

Gryffin shoulders out just before Porter’s hand hits two. Both legal competitors work their way back up to their feet, and before he even returns to a vertical base, Anselm grabs Dev by the wrist and goes for an irish whip. Reversing the attempt, Devastation pulls Anselm up off his knees and shoots him off into the ropes. On the return, Dev takes Gryffin down to the mat into a crossface submission hold.

Alan Ducard: Yet again Devastation works Gryffin into a painful looking submission hold, and this time Anselm’s nowhere near the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: That doesn’t mean he’s not going to get help…

Entering the ring, John Thomas runs over and stomps down a few times on Devastation’s shoulder, getting him to break up the hold. Klinton Porter moves in and starts yelling at JT, who backs up towards his corner, then points as the fourth competitor also enters the ring. Wanting to get in on the action, Kumquat Kid also rushes the ring, charging right at John. Having moved one leg and an arm back through the ropes, John points the blame at Ryan Lewis, averting the referee’s attention from himself. As Klinton Porter tries to restore order, John Thomas gets back into the ring and connects with a dropkick to the back of Devastation, keeping him from getting up from the mat. As not to be seen by the referee, John Thomas stays on the ground and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope before Porter turns around.

Alan Ducard: Again John Thomas is there to break up a potential match-ending submission to keep his team in this thing.

Bryan Harris: He’s not stopping Gryffin from tapping, he’s just getting Anselm out of the hold sooner than he would’ve if things had naturally run their course. Smart move by John.

Watching as John executes the dropkick and then escapes, Kumquat Kid tries to run after him, but Klinton Porter stops him from going through the ring and backs him up into his designated corner. On the outside, John just smirks and returns to his own corner. Returning to his feet, Devastation takes Gryffin Anselm by the arm and attempts another irish whip, but Gryffin switches his feet and reverses the attempt into a short-arm clothesline. After stomping down onto Dev’s chest, Gryffin goes back to his corner and tags in John Thomas.

Jimmy Yates: Well now, it looks like John will be adding something to this match.

Bryan Harris: He’s contributed quite a bit already, Jimbo.

Alan Ducard: I believe he means “legal” contributions.

As Devastation tries to work his way up off the mat, John Thomas rushes in and gives him a kick to the armpit. Taking Devastation by the arm, John turns, hops up off the mat and executes a legdrop on the back of Dev’s shoulder, arm still oustretched in his grasp.

Bryan Harris: What a brilliant maneuver by John Thomas!

JT lifts Devastation up off the mat by the arm, then grabs him by the head. Twisting around back and forth a couple times slowly with a smirk on his face, it’s obvious that John’s about to go for a swinging neckbreaker, but before he can execute it, Devastation blocks the attempt, then shoves him backwards into the turnbuckles in one of the neutral corners. Getting a burst of energy, Dev charges in and connects with a roaring forearm shot to the side of John’s face.

The impact rocks John, and as Devastation moves back, Thomas starts to stumble out of the corner. Moving in, Devastation grabs him over the shoulder on one side and under the arm on the other, locking his hands before throwing John up and over his shoulder, sending him crashing to the mat in the middle of the ring.

Jimmy Yates: He’ll be feeling that capture suplex for weeks!

Alan Ducard: I think John might’ve landed awkwardly, and it could spell trouble for “Team Awesomeness” in its first match here in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: Oh, and here we go! Devastation knows what the fans want to see, and he’s going to give it to them!

Watching to make sure that John Thomas isn’t going anywhere, Devastation backs up into his corner and makes a tag in to the eagerly awaiting Kumquat Kid, and as he does so, the fans begin to go wild. Immediately Ryan Lewis charges into the ring, drops to the mat and starts pounding on John with rights and lefts. As JT covers up, Lewis picks Thomas up off the mat and irish whips him into the ropes. On the return Kumquat Kid goes for a hooking clothesline, but John ducks underneath it, stops his momentum, and charges in with a clothesline of his own that catches Double K just as he turns around, taking him clean off his feet.

Bryan Harris: Too much enthusiasm by Ryan Lewis, and he pays for it!

Alan Ducard: Kumquat Kid certainly came in for that move a bit too hot, perhaps, but had he connected with that clothesline, John Thomas might’ve been turned insides out.

Lifting Kumquat up off the mat by the aid of the back waistband of his trunks, John grabs his opponent around the waist and hoists him up in an attempt for an atomic drop, but Ryan Lewis put a bit of spring into his legs as he was being lifted, and that allows him to execute a backflip, coming down off of John’s shoulders, ending up behind him. Spinning John around, Kumquat Kid begins flailing on JT again, and the crowd is loving it.

Jimmy Yates: I think Kumquat Kid is just too athletic for John Thomas!

JT backs himself into the neutral corner, trying to cover up, but Kumquat Kid keeps firing in with rights and lefts and kicks. Reaching the corner, John takes a couple steps forward, absorbs some shots and then drops down, grabbing the front waistband of Ryan Lewis’ trunks and pulls him head-first into the middle turnbuckle.

Bryan Harris: Wow, stunned to silence? I can’t believe these Indianapolis fans aren’t cheering for such a brilliant move! Mess with the bull, you get the horns!!

Shaking off some of the damage he had taken the past flurry of offense from his opponent, John returns to his feet and picks up a shaken Kumquat Kid from the mat, hoists him up onto his shoulder, takes a step towards the middle of the ring and then drives Ryan’s shoulder down onto his bent knee before letting him down onto the mat.

Alan Ducard: Nice shoulderbreaker there by John Thomas, and you’d have to think that he’s going to continue to target that shoulder, especially if he’s looking for a submission out of Kumquat Kid here tonight.

Staying on the offensive, JT lifts Kumquat Kid up off the mat and shoots him off into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return, John looks to be going for a standing elbow shot to the shoulder, but Ryan Lewis deftly spins out of the way and keeps running into the ropes. John turns around a moment after Kumquat Kid rebounds off the ropes, and Ryan Lewis hops up off the mat, throws his legs around John’s neck, twists around and flips JT over with a flying headscissors.

Jimmy Yates: WOOO!!! Mess with the Kumquat, you get the juice!!

Bryan Harris: What did you just say?!

Alan Ducard: I believe it was a play on words from what you had said previously…

Bryan Harris: RHETORICAL, AL! I know what he said, I just couldn’t believe he was that lame!!

Jimmy Yates: Most people would agree that your “bull / horns” comment was worse! At least there was some comedy in mine!

Hoisting him up off the mat, Kumquat Kid sets John Thomas upside down in the corner in the tree of woe position, locking his feet under the turnbuckle bars. After ensuring that JT isn’t going anywhere, Kumquat Kid backs away from the neutral corner and then looks out among the crowd.

Kumquat Kid: Viva La Kumquat!!!!!

The crowd goes wild as Kumquat Kid lets them know what’s coming, and then he charges into the corner, leaps up off the mat and connects with a dropkick to the groin. The impact causes John’s feet to become unhooked, and he crumples to the mat, holding his groin, obviously in a lot of pain.

Alan Ducard: One can only imagine that Anastasia Ewing is going to be most displeased about that!

Jimmy Yates: She definitely might have to put a bag of ice on it the next couple days…

Bryan Harris: From what I hear of their wild nights, it wouldn’t be the first time… I’m so jealous.

Contact with an opponent’s groin typically illegal, Klinton Porter admonishes Kumquat Kid, letting him know that another such contact would result in a disqualification. Ryan nods his head, signifying that he understands, then he moves back in and goes to work. Pulling John away from the corner, Ryan stomps down on his opponent and then heads out onto the apron and begins climbing the turnbuckle in the neutral corner where John was recently positioned in the tree of woe. Throwing his hands up, Kumquat Kid again yells to the crowd.

Kumquat Kid: Five-Alive!!!!!

With his head turned, Kumquat Kid doesn’t even notice as Gryffin Anselm rushes along the edge of the ring, hops up onto the apron and then shoves him towards the middle of the ring. Instead of a graceful move designed to impact his opponent, Ryan Lewis comes crashing down to the mat on his back, just a foot away from where John Thomas lay. Anselm hops down off the apron before Klinton Porter can say anything to him, and has no evidence that anything occurred.

Alan Ducard: Things getting back to square for these two teams, and I do believe that if Ryan Lewis had connected with that “Five-Alive Frog Splash”, this match would be over at present.

Bryan Harris: When Kumquat Kid watches the tape of this match tomorrow, he’s going to wish he hadn’t yelled to the crowd to get them all psyched up about his would-be “finisher”. Instead, he’s going to be licking his wounds after a big LOSS.

Jimmy Yates: Hey, this match isn’t over just yet!

Returning to his feet, John Thomas shakes off some of the pain in his groin and immediately locks Kumquat Kid into an armbar. As Ryan tries to force himself up off the mat, JT drives his knee into the back of Kumquat’s shoulder, keeping him down. Throwing his leg over, John straddles the shoulder and wrenches back on the arm, and Kumquat Kid yells out in pain.

Bryan Harris: GREAT Fujiwara armbar there by J-Tizzle, and Kumquat’s arm will never be the same!

Alan Ducard: He is having a tough time getting out of the hold, and I’m not sure what this means for Kumquat’s chances.

When Kumquat Kid pushes up off the mat in an attempt to break free, John puts his feet on the mat, gets to a squatting position and then hops backwards and sits down onto Kumquat’s shoulder, pushing him right back down onto the mat. A smirk on his face, John repositions himself next to his opponent, then drives his knee into Kumquat Kid’s back in the upper shoulder position. Ryan again yells out in pain, but again looks determined to get up.

Wanting to remain in control, John takes Kumquat by the wrist and helps him up to his feet, immediately twisting around into a standing armbar. Positioning himself behind Ryan Lewis while still maintaining his grasp on the armbarred wrist, John Thomas leaps up off the mat and connects with a standing dropkick to the shoulder, sending Kumquat Kid back down to the mat near the neutral corner.

Bryan Harris: This, folks, is the beginning of the end. Once John Thomas gets into this series of moves where he’s working over an opponent’s shoulder? The end is near. Kumquats better be ready to tap, because it’s coming.

Jimmy Yates: What makes you so sure he’s going to be able to force a submission tonight when he wasn’t able to do that at Eleventh Hour?

Bryan Harris: Because John wants to put an end to all of this here and now, that’s why.

Alan Ducard: Hold on, mates, what do we have here? Matthew Dawson is coming down the rampway…

Jimmy Yates: I would imagine it has something to do with the fact that Devastation’s involved in this match. What’s he carrying in his hand, is that a bag?

Very matter-of-factly, Matthew Dawson strolls down the ramp, heading for ringside. He strolls around the side of the ring towards the corner currently occupied by Devastation, but Dev’s focus doesn’t leave the match, despite realizing Matthew’s presence. Knowing that he hasn’t garnered the desired attention, Dawson reaches into the bag, then tosses the contents up to Devastation, who sees the object coming towards him, and he turns his attention away from the match to catch the item.

Alan Ducard: Is that… an athletic supporter?!

Bryan Harris: HAA!!! How CLASSIC is that?! Matthew Dawson bought Devastation a CUP!! He could’ve used that back at Eleventh Hour!

Pissed at the “gift”, Devastation hops off the apron and slowly starts after Matthew Dawson, who is smirking as he slowly backs away. Referee Klinton Porter sees this and sticks his head between the ropes and begins to admonish Dawson, not wanting him to get involved with the match. Taking the moment’s distraction of the referee, Gryffin Anselm gets into the ring. John Thomas continues to hold on to the standing armbar, and he climbs the turnbuckles in the corner, getting to the top rope as if for New School, but Anselm charges in from behind and drills Kumquat Kid with a spear to the exposed ribs of Ryan Lewis just as John Thomas lets go of Ryan’s wrist. Kumquat falls to the mat in a heap, John Thomas hops off the top rope into the ring, and Klinton Porter turns around a moment too late to see Gryffin Anselm exit the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Hearing the impact, Devastation turns his attention back on the match and away from Matthew Dawson, turning and giving him one last glance before hopping back up onto the apron. Lifting Kumquat Kid up off the mat, John Thomas immediately locks in the Crossface Chicken Wing and backs up into the middle of the ring before throwing himself backwards down onto the mat, maintaining his grasp on Kumquat Kid and also grapevining their legs. Klinton Porter moves in to check to see if Kumquat Kid is going to submit.

Alan Ducard: We knew this was coming, John Thomas locking in that Chicken Wing submission on Kumquat Kid – and this situation looks worse for him than what we saw back at the pay per view…

Jimmy Yates: Devastation should get in there and break this thing up! Turnabout is fairplay!

Bryan Harris: He knows better than that!

Devastation looks into the ring and considers his options, but Gryffin Anselm enters the ring, staying in his assigned corner. Deciding there’s no use in an attempt, Dev stays in his corner and watches as Kumquat Kid tries to fight it. Determined, John Thomas tightens his grip on the hold.

Jimmy Yates: This is not looking good…

Bryan Harris: You’re right… it’s looking AWESOME!

Struggling, getting slightly blue in the face, Kumquat Kid has no choice in the matter, and he signals the submission. Klinton Porter looks to the time keeper’s table and signals for the bell.

Bryan Harris: HE DID IT!!!

Alan Ducard: He said he didn’t want to take this match against Kumquat Kid, he said he had nothing left to prove, but there in the end of the match, it was obvious that John Thomas wanted to make Kumquat Kid tap out…

Bryan Harris: And that’s EXACTLY what he did!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, I’ll admit it, John Thomas got Kumquat Kid to tap out, but what did John Thomas prove here tonight? He proved that the only way he could make Ryan Lewis tap out was at the aid of Gryffin Anselm, illegal tactics, and a timely distraction by Matthew Dawson.

Bryan Harris: Oh give me a break, the only thing that Matthew Dawson did was to provide the opportunity for Team Awesomeness to show us a GREAT double-team maneuver, and I’m glad we got to see that exposed-ribs spear, because that’s probably the greatest thing I’ll see all night!

Alan Ducard: Well to be fair, if we’re going to talk about Gryffin Anselm’s involvement in helping John Thomas get the win over Kumquat Kid, we should be certain to mention that this was, in fact, a tag match, and Team Awesomeness certainly had the experience factor of working together before that Ryan Lewis and Devastation did not have. If John Thomas and Kumquat Kid cross paths again, what’s to say the outcome will be?

Alan Ducard: Back at LEGACY X, the two squared off in a match whose ending saw Stephen Rawlings get outside help from the now-defunct ENTOURAGE to pick up the victory. Now that he’s no longer got the backing of a half-dozen individuals, Stephen Rawlings will have to find another way to defeat Cronos Diamante.

Bryan Harris: And he shouldn’t have to. Just like the situation between John Thomas and Kumquat Kid, Stephen Rawlings has already proven that he’s better than Cronos Diamante, and matching the two of them up here tonight is not only a pointless waste of Stephen Rawlings’ time and energy, but it’s just bad business sense.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think it’s bad business sense. The crowds are all looking forward to seeing Cronos Diamante get his hands on Stephen Rawlings, and so am I. This match would’ve happened sometime, so why not on the biggest STRIFE of all time? Seems like perfect sense to me.

Bryan Harris: Well you and a bunch of other people are going to be disappointed when Stephen Rawlings makes a fool out of Diamante – and you’re going to wish that Rawlings had faced a more viable opponent here tonight instead of an insane guy who walks around wielding an axe who is getting too old to be stepping between the ropes.

Alan Ducard: That’s yet to be determined, so I say we get to the footage and find out what transpired.

Bryan Harris: It’s amazing this guy didn’t bring his axe tonight. First sane thing he’s done in a while…

Alan Ducard: Well he definitely wants to get his hands on Stephen Rawlings, and bringing that axe to the ring would’ve jeopardized his chances to do that.

You can see the excitement in Cronos as “Points of Authority” by Linkin Park hits the speakers. The adrenaline rush is evident, and Cronos is almost hopping inside the ring with giddiness. As he waits, he stretches his arms and shoulders.

Josephina Colbert: And his opponent… Stephen… Rawlings!!

The boos roll in, but no one comes through the curtain. Cronos looks at the referee, and then moves over to the edge of the ring nearest the entrance ramp. The song continues to play, but still no one shows up.

Jimmy Yates: Rawlings is really making Cronos sweat it out…

Alan Ducard: I suppose the longer he waits, the more adrenaline Cronos uses up…

The curtains part, and out from the back walks intern Avery George, a microphone in hand. “Points of Authority” fades out as Avery is halfway down the ramp.

Avery George: He’s… he’s not here.

In the ring, Cronos’ eyes get wide, and Avery just shrugs his shoulders.

Avery George: They sent me out here to tell you… Stephen Rawlings isn’t here tonight. They thought he was, someone checked in under his name, but no one’s seen him, we looked around… and Stephen’s not here tonight.

Cronos starts fuming, and slowly, he exits the ring, and then starts heading up the ramp, walking past Avery, his pace picking up with every step.

Alan Ducard: I don’t believe that Stephen Rawlings is actually ditching out on this match.

Jimmy Yates: Oh really? I can…

Getting to the top of the ramp, Cronos throws the curtain aside and disappears backstage.

Andrew Kelley: I'm standing here with Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. Tyrone, after all of your preparations and training for this match, what will it mean to you if you win the No Limits Championship at SuperCard Strife 50?

Crazy Boy has a smile on his face. He pushes his long, blonde hair back off of his face and nods his head.

CB: Believe me, Andrew. This will be a defining moment in my Legacy career. And the question isn't if.. it's when. For 2 years I have been in Legacy, and have had several title shots here, and every time I have gotten close to winning the gold around my waist, but no cigar.

For a brief moment, Crazy Boy is reflective, then he continues.

CB: A while ago, Greyson Blade took me under his wing and guided me and shaped me into who I am now in Legacy. And these past few weeks, I have been watching tapes of Greyson Blade when he was No Limits Champion. It's time for the student to follow the teachers footsteps, which is why when the front office came to me and asked me what my next career goal was, it was an easy choice. I saw first hand how The Outlaw defended the title with honor and integrity, and I plan to do the exact same thing when I win the title. No, Andrew, it's not if. It's when. I plan to walk into that ring in just a few short moments.. stare face to face with Damien Black... get my body broken and bruised... and yet, I plan to STILL walk out No Limits Champion.

Andrew Kelley: Did Greyson Blade give you any final tips going into this match?

CB: Like he told me a while ago just before I faced Crash at Eleventh Hour, he has no more to teach me and it's time to go out on my own. Now, it's time to show everyone what I have actually learned.

Tyrone nods his head and walks away from Andrew Kelly to make final preparations for the match, leaving Kelly behind before he can ask another question.

Jimmy Yates: Tonight, four individuals will compete to see who becomes the first FX Network Champion, and all four of these guys could really use the opportunity. Benny Jackson has yet to find his footing here in LEGACY after getting a contract nine months ago, so this could significantly increase his stock here.

Bryan Harris: What you should say is that Benny Boy is seen as a big loser around LEGACY, and the only way he’s going to get rid of that view people have is to start winning – and what better way to really start winning than to become a champion?

Alan Ducard: That’s one perspective on it. Also looking to make his mark for the first time in a big way is “Iscariot” Hayden Wolfe. Wolfe has been here only a few months, and he’s shown flashes of great athleticism over that time. You just have to wonder sometimes where his mind is when he gets into the ring, because I’ve been told that he doesn’t seem as focused as some others.

Jimmy Yates: The Agents of Destiny get the opportunity tonight to bring home two different championships, and the first chance comes with Osamu Hayashi’s involvement in this match. He’s been thriving since he turned his back on the Bushido Buntai, so it will be interesting to see how much success he will have. Tonight could be a very big night for the team Mirage has assembled.

Bryan Harris: Last but certainly not least is “The All Star” James Win, whose recent split from long-time tag team partner Gryffin Anselm has people wondering if James Win is on the sharp decline in his career, though the people who know what true talent is really all about understand that James Win is a champion in the making, and he should be the favorite to win this match here tonight – with or without Gryffin’s tutelage.

Alan Ducard: It’s the first of FIVE championship matches here tonight – the winner getting not only a championship belt but also a full dance card for every show until they lose the title… let’s see what transpired.

Alan Ducard: Hayashi has Hayden trapped, Wolfe is going to lose steam fast in this kind of match-up if he can’t turn things around.

Osamu follows up with some fists to the top of Hayden’s head and stomps to the midsection, keeping Hayden cornered. Benny delivers some stomps of his own to the grounded Golden One’s left knee. Benny follows up by dropping a series of three quick elbows onto Win’s knee – causing him to shout out in pain each time. “YEEAAOOW”!!

Jimmy Yates: Listen to the so-called “All Star” crying out in agony!

Bryan Harris: Agony? He’s just laughing, when Benny drops an elbow it tickles.

Alan Ducard: Jackson working that knee seems to be setting up for “Rocky Mountain Fever”, if he locks that in we might see a quick submission victory here.

Ducard’s commentary is right on the mark as Benny wraps himself around Win’s left leg looking for the figure-four leg-lock. Win kicks himself free, landing a boot to Benny’s backside that sends him into the ropes. Win manages to get to his feet, over-hobbling from the repeated trauma to his knee.

Alan Ducard: Wait a moment… James Win is limping on the wrong knee…

Quattro is warning Osamu in the corner, telling him to take his boot off of Hayden’s neck just as Benny comes off the ropes charging at the limping James Win. Win hits the deck, taking Benny down with a serious drop toe hold!! Benny’s face bounces off the mat!!

Jimmy Yates: That sneaky little…

Bryan Harris: Sneaky? That was just plain smart.

Jimmy Yates: James Win is a lot of things Bry – but smart? I don’t know about that.

Osamu sees this and grins with delight, and evil snicker coming out of his lips. Osamu ignores referee Ross Quattro (who continues to shout warnings at him as he finally removes his boot from Hayden’s throat). Osamu also ignores Hayden Wolfe (who stares up at him from the corner as he labors for breath, with a dark sneer on his face). Osamu even ignores James Win (who flexes arrogantly to the Indianapolis crowd after the drop toe-hold take down, the crowd jeers him in response). Osamu only sees the vulnerable Benny Boy, (who is prone on the floor trying to blink the stars out of his eyes) Osamu dives forward –

SICK BASEBALL SLIDE CATCHES BENNY BOY IN THE FACE!!

Crowd: Ooooooh!!!

Alan Ducard: That was viscous!!

Bryan Harris: That was Desinty!!

Osamu bounces back on his feet and sticks his tongue out at the crowd as Benny Boy clutches at his face in pain, James Win shakes his head and smirks at Osamu’s tongue action but suddenly he tenses up as he sees the fallen Hayden Approach Osamu from behind. -- Wolfe nails Osamu in the back of the head with super kick!! *CRACK*

Jimmy Yates: I HEARD that!!

Wolfe puts Osamu in a side headlock as James Win comes charging, Wolfe swings forward. Win gets leveled DROP KICK TO THE FACE!! – in the same motion Osamu gets planted with a BULLDOG!! Hayden is the only man standing and he sees Benny Boy start to stir first – Hayden leaps – STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! The crowd picks up!!

Jimmy Yates: That’s the “Celebrator”!!

Hayden lands knee first onto Benny’s ribs!! James Win is up now – he charges at Wolfe, who turns his back to James – Snap Mare Takedown!! And the All Star is grounded again!! Now Osamu is up and he runs at Wolfe – Wolfe grabs his wrists, plants his feet against Hayashi’s torso, rolls backwards – MONKEY FLIP!! Win is up again and so is Hayden who sees him coming SPINNING BACK FIST TAKES HIM DOWN!!

Alan Ducard: … I am amazed. This newcomer just dominated all three of these seasoned roster members.

An odd camera angle catches a somewhat bird’s eye view. We see “Iscariot” Hayden Wolfe standing among his thee fallen opponents who are each clutching a different bruised body part in despair. Hayden makes eye contact with the camera a brief moment, his eyes barely visible beneath his charcoal bangs from this angle. He smiles quickly then scowls as he turns his back to the camera, going for a pin on James Win. Quattro makes the count…

One!!

… Osamu is up…

Two!!

Osamu kicks Hayden in the ribs, breaking the pin fall attempt.

Alan Ducard: Nice count break by Hayashi.

Osamu is up and he waits for Hayden to approach after that kick – Osamu grabs him – SNAP SUPLEX!! Benny is up now, but so is James Win. Benny charges James Win – Low drop kick to the left knee! Win shouts out in pain again! Benny is right back up, Win goes for a wild clothes line – Benny ducks as Win stumbles forward! Back-body drop from Benny Boy and Win FLIES over the top rope, SPRAWLED onto the outside of the ring!!

Jimmy Yates: Ouch!! Too bad for all the Pana-matey’s in attendance!!

Bryan Harris: Pana-matey’s? It’s Panamaniac’s, Jimbo, should I write it down for you?

Osamu is following up on the snap suplex with some arm wrenches on Hayden, stomping the ground for added intimidation. He sees Benny open after the back-body drop and whips Hayden towards Benny Boy, hoping to cause a collision. Benny catches Iscariot awkwardly and lifts Hayden up – INVENTED ATOMIC DROP!! The crowd picks up in recognition of the signature combination move as Benny locks on a front waist lock on Wolfe. Osamu stands nearby, approaching Benny from behind, Benny with a BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX ON HAYDEN!!

Jimmy Yates: ASPEN-A-TRON!!

HAYDEN FLIES THROUGH THE AIR LIKE A SACK!! HE COLLIDES WITH OSAMU!! *SMACK*

OSAMU IS ON HIS BACK!! HAYDEN WITH AN INDATVERTANT PIN!!

Quattro with the count!

One!!

Benny smiles, not realizing...

Two!!

... Benny does a double-take…

Th- NO! Benny DIVES breaking the count with an elbow drop.

Benny is up first, but Osamu and Wolfe quickly follow – James Win looking on from the outside. Hayden and Osamu each grab one of Benny’s arms and whip him into the ropes. Benny hits the rope, bounces, and comes charging at Osamu and Wolfe. Arms fully extended, Benny leaps –

DOUBLE FLYING CLOTHESLINE – BENNY TAKES DOWN HAYDEN AND HAYASHI!!

Jimmy Yates: Excellent!! And listen to that crowd!!

Alan Ducard: Outstanding!!

James Win comes in just as Benny takes a moment to pump up the crowd. Win leaps – flying head scissors looking for a hurricanrana!! Reversal by Benny – SITOUT POWERBOMB INTO A PIN!! The ring shakes from the impact, causing the fallen Hayashi and Hayden to stir briefly. Benny pins Win and Ross makes the count.

One!!

Jimmy Yates: C’mon Benny!!!

Two!!

Th- Win gets the shoulder up!!

Alan Ducard: So close!!

Bryan Harris: Too close!!

Benny looks about as disappointed as the crowd sounds as the referee holds up two fingers. Osamu and Hayden are up and Benny is still seated after the powerbomb. Osamu capitalizes and kicks Benny in the face!! *SMACK!!* Hayden, a heartbeat later, nails Osamu with a spinning heel kick to the jaw, taking him down!! Win is up now as well and pulls Benny up with him and leads him over to the ropes by his hair – Win clotheslines Benny over the top rope!! Benny falls to the outside, landing on his feet before falling -- his head thumping against the announce table.

Bryan Harris: Watch it Benji!!

Jimmy Yates: Is he alright?

Alan Ducard: Must be, he just got right back up!!

Benny dusts himself off on the outside, seemingly not too hurt from the fall. As the referee spares a look to check on Benny, Osamu nails Hayden in the crotch with an uppercut to the groin. Hayden doubles over. Osamu whips Hayden into the turnbuckle, chest first, He follows up swiftly with a spinning heel kick to the back – the impact against the turnbuckle knocks the wind out of Wolfe. As Iscariot stumbles backwards James Win is now there to capitalize – SPINNING SIDE SUPLEX!! James Win goes for the pin, the referee is ready for the count

One!!- Not even!! Osamu breaks it up, stomping Win.

Alan Ducard: Hayashi is not here to idly stand by as Win goes for the pin fall.

Bryan Harris: What a lucky crowd, getting to see a member of the Diabolik and the Agents of Destiny together inside the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Wait, didn’t the Diabolik give James Win the boot??

James Win gets up, annoyed at Osamu and he shoves Osamu Back. Osamu and Win glare at each other, and Osamu tells him to “Watch your back”. The All Star rolls his eyes at this, but then looks over his shoulder– Benny Boy is there!! Benny lifts Win’s legs out from underneath him, knocking him onto his back, Benny locks both legs under his shoulders – CATAPULT!! Win gets whipped through the air and crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Win hits the ground then slides under the low rope to escape further punishment. Osamu makes his way towards Benny – But Hayden flies from the side of Osamu, taking the agent of Destiny down with a flying head scissors, Osamu rolls after the impact, falling off the apron under the low rope.

Jimmy Yates: Hayden just won’t stay down!!

It’s just Benny and Hayden in the ring and in a sign of sportsmanship Benny gives Hayden a chance to get up. Hayden gets up and the two men circle. Hayden goes for a martial arts kick – Benny grabs the leg – CAPTURE SUPLEX!! Hayden bounces off the mat, he growls slightly as he charges Ben, who again gives him a chance to get up, and now with another kick attempt Benny grounds him a second time a leg drag takedown!!

Alan Ducard: Hayden’s strike attempts are being reversed by Benny’s technical ability.

Osamu on the outside sneaks up on James Win – Osamu whips the All Star into the barricade!! *CRASH!* Win grunts at this, not allowing the pain to keep him down. Hayden continues to get frustrated in the ring, he charges again at Benny who takes him down easily with a scoop slam. Benny now looking to capitalize sends himself back first into the ropes – but when Benny hits the rope he can’t move forward!! Osamu has grabbed his leg on the outside!! Hayden takes Advantage – UNOTHRODOX JUMPING KICK TO THE FACE AND BENNY GOES OVER THE TOP!! Osamu laughs it up at this on the outside. He starts stomping the fallen Benny Boy. Hayden sees this from inside the ring, he takes a few steps back for a running start.

Jimmy Yates: Uh oh, we might get to some more high flying action here.

The crowd is picking up again. Osamu sees Hayden charging from inside the ring and he looks like a deer in headlights. Hayden is going full speed – OUT OF NOWHERE – WIN FLIES OFF THE TOP ROPE -- MISSLE DROP KICK TO THE FACE!!

Jimmy Yates: Holy….

Bryan Harris: Dear God, That poor Emo kid is dead.

James Win whips back his hair and gloats at the limp and fallen Hayden Wolfe. He signals for his signature Asai moonsault and crowd “Booos” at this. He runs for the spring board, -- Osamu yanks the rope from the outside!! - Win misses the low rope and lands crotch first onto the middle rope, much to the delight of the crowd. *OOF!* Osamu gets on onto the side of the ring apron near the Golden One, Osamu throws Win’s arm over his shoulder – Osamus jumps and flips into the ring – FLIPPING NECKBREAKER – Right in the center of the ring. Osamu Pins Win...

One!!

Benny dives into the ring…

Two!!

… Jackson’s Low dropkick breaks the count!!

Alan Ducard: Another near fall, none of these men allowing the other three to get the victory here.

Benny and Osamu are up, leaving Win and Hayden out of it on the mat. They exchange blows, neither able to block the others fists, then they lock up – Osamu captures Benny – SNAP BRAIN BUSTER. Looking to capitalize, Osamu quickly ascends the top turnbuckle!!

SUICIDE PLANCHA HEADBUTT!!

BENNY ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!

**THUD!!**

The crowd picks up as Benny is the only man standing!! He grins!!

FIGURE-FOUR LEG-LOCK ON OSAMU IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!

Jimmy Yates: ROCKY MOUNTAIN FEVER!!

Osamu punches the mat in agony, but when asked by Quattro -- he does not tap out. The crowd continues to pick up in anticipation of the submission. Beads of sweat grow on both men’s faces as Benny tightens the hold. …Wolfe Stirs… Win shakes the bats out of his head… Still, Benny tightens the figure four… Osamu lifts his hand to tap out, No! He won’t tap!

Osamu: Aaaaagggghhh!!

Hayden is up – he climbs to the middle rope.

GUILLOTINE LEG DROP ON BENNY!!

Jimmy Yates: Ouch, That’s one way to break a submission hold.

All four men now down… Hayden makes a slow crawl into a pin on Benny Boy.

One!!

James Win is up, a look of frantic fear on his face.

Two!!

James Win: NOOO!!!

Win stomps between Hayden’s shoulder blades to break the count. The All Star is now the only one standing, a fist on each hip -- he poses like a statue of a God among men. The Golden One kicks Osamu out of the ring as he clutches his ankle in pain from the figure four – he lands on the outside like a bag of doorknobs.

James Win claps loudly three times in succession.

James Win: WIN, James WIN!!

Again, James Win claps three times.

(No one in the entire arena claps along, except Bryan Harris.)

James Win: WIN, James WIN!!

Hayden stumbles to his feet. James sees this, grabs Iscariot by the hair, and drags him to the edge of the ring, throwing him to the outside near Osamu, who is hopping on one foot towards a steel chair. James lifts up Benny Boy. SLAP TO THE FACE!! Osamu snaps the steel chair shut, Ross Quattro doesn’t see it. Win slaps Benny again. No sign of Hayden anywhere now. Osamu is waiting on the outside with the folded steel chair. Win goes for a third slap – Benny blocks it!! HEADBUTT LEVELS JAMES WIN!! The crowd loves it. Benny runs to the rope.

**CRACK** Steel chair meets back!! Benny shouts out in pain and collapses on top of Win!!

Jimmy Yates: Make the count!!

Bryan Harris: No!!

Quattro doesn’t see Benny on top of Win, he’s at the edge of the ring ready to disqualify Hayashi when suddenly the crowd erupts – Hayden from the top turnbuckle!! 540 CORKSCREW!!

MACHETE MUTILATOR ON OSAMU!!!

Crowd: Ho-lee-sh*t!! Ho-Lee-sh*t!!

James Win is up now, he sees Benny on the ground, out cold, he forces him into a standing head scissors, locks both arms.

STARBURST!!

Jimmy Yates: Agh! Darn it!!

Win makes the pin. Quattro sees it.

One!!

The crowd boos in disgust!! Hayden and Osamu are not moving on the outside.

Two!!

Bryan Harris: Here we go!!!!

THREE!!

Ross Quattro calls for the bell.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Jimmy Yates: Getting a token gets the holder of the ToV, one step closer to earning a title bid.

Bryan Harris: Thanks captain obvious.

Alan Ducard: How is that possibly obvious, Bryan? We could have new fans this week. We could have casual fans tuning in for our huge 50th Strife, where every title is being defended!

Bryan Harris: Geez... SOMEONE got up on the cranky side of the bed!

Alan Ducard: *sigh* ... For anyone who doesn't know, the Tao of Valor Champion gets the opportunity to earn a World Championship match by collecting four tokens - each corresponding to a different match stipulation. Upon collecting all four in victorious matches, they earn the right to exchange those tokens for a contract for a World Title match. Tonight's token is the "TAP" token, which means that this match can only be won by submission. Lets get to this contest that ended up in a very heated exchange last week as, I believe, Matthew Dawson got under Laura's skin more so than any Legacy roster member has done.

Bryan Harris: I'd LOVE to get under Laura's sk-

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

Alan Ducard: Lets get to the ring, shall we?

Alan Ducard: What an amazing flurry of fast paced action from Laura Seton. Capped off with that middle rope missile drop kick and nearly locking in our first submission of the match..

Laura is up and drops a quick elbow and then turns and gestures to the crowd, the crowd roars back.

Alan Ducard: Laura is mighty fired up tonight.

Bryan Harris: You think its her time of the month?

Jimmy Yates: Next time you have a thought, Bry? How 'bout you let it go.

Laura assists Dawson to his feet and the nails a Perfect standing drop kick that levels Dawson.

Laura gets up, and waits for Dawson to get up. She grabs his wrist and goes to whip him off the ropes. Dawson reverses, but instead of letting go and finishing the "whip" Dawson reaches up and grabs Laura's hair and pulls her violently to the mat. The crowd roars their disapproving boos. Dawson smirks, rubbing at his jaw, where that picture perfect drop kick hit. He stomps down venomously. He looks at Laura clutching at her ribs where Dawson just stomped down, and he targets those same ribs.

Bryan Harris: Here comes the champ. Working those ribs. Probably gonna go for a chest-ical, ribcage type finish. Then he can be a gentleman and offer to massage them back to health.

Jimmy Yates: *dripping with sarcasm* You're a credit to call man.

Bryan Harris: *not picking it up* Thanks Yates. You're alright. No matter what everyone everywhere says about you.

Dawson scoops Laura up and slams her down with authority. He bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across her chest. He then goes over and as he's bending down Laura launches her let up and kicks him in the forehead. She then takes her legs and sissors his legs and twists, sending him off balance, she quickly shifts her weight and, and grabs his left leg. Steps over. Leans back.

Alan Ducard: Amazing maneuver, and now Matthew Dawson is locked in that Half Boston Crab!

Dawson writhes in pain as Laura leans back with a sneer. She yells to the referee to, "ASK HIM!!!" Referee Travis Rollins obliges and asks. Dawson shakes his head "no". Laura leans back and with even more venom demands for the referee to "ASK HIM AGAIN!!!!"

Rollins shrugs and goes to check once again if The Highlight of the Night wants to quit, Dawson again yells "no" this time through gritted teeth.

Bryan Harris: Rawlings is SO whipped.

Jimmy Yates: What?! He's just doing his job.

Bryan Harris: Please, you're just as much a love struck puppy as HE is. The pretty little girl bats her eyelashes and you guys jump to action.

Inside the ring Dawson has begun clawing his way to the ropes. Laura tries to reestablish a position so that Dawson can't move, but he takes that opportunity to pull with all his strength so that he's only an arm's length away from the ropes. He lifts his arm dramatically... and grabs the ropes. The crowd boos, and referee Rollins begins administering his five count. He gets to three and Laura releases the hold. He holds onto the rope, and pulls himself up using the middle rope, flexing his knee as he does so.

Laura heads over to attack. She goes to grab Dawson by the head, and he drops down, grabbing her by the waistband of her shorts, and throws her over him between the middle and top ropes. Laura lands on the outside with an awkward "thud". She immediately begins writhing in pain, clutching at her shoulder.

Alan Ducard: That no good dirty... scoundrel!

Bryan Harris: More like that lucky S.O.B! He's the first man to get his hands down Laura's pants.

Jimmy Yates: How do you sleep with yourself at night?

Dawson laughs menacingly as he rolls out of the ring. He immediately stomps on the recently wounded shoulder. He winds up, and stomps down again violently. Which brings a chorus of boos from the live crowd. Dawson laughs at their reaction. He stands Laura up, and puts her in a hammerlock on the outside.

Alan Ducard: Again, Matthew Dawson working on that arm and shoulder.

Dawson then quickly spins Laura around, he grabs that same bum arm behind her back, and takes up up and to the side with a side belly to belly suplex landing all of his and Laura's collective weight on that bad arm. Laura lets out a pain filled grunt. The crowd begins a faint "Lau-ra" chant. Dawson sarcastically gets in her face and claps, attempting to "psych her up". Dawson then turns his back. Laura gets up to her feet, with a fire in her eyes, and as Dawson turns around expecting to continue his attack he is met with a HUGE-

SSSSMMMMMAAAAAAACKKKKKKKKK

The crowd roars at Laura's vicious slap. She follows that up with a boot to the gut, which doubles Dawson over. She grabs him in a double underhook and drives him down with a double arm DDT.

Alan Ducard: Look at that fire! Dawson could be knocked cold.

Laura winds up and kicks Dawson violently in the ribs. She then gets down and grabs his chin and puts each arm over each knee and leans back with a brutal looking camel clutch. The crowd roars.

Bryan Harris: The three sweetest words in Legacy... ... ... LAURA ON TOP! LAURA ON TOP!

Jimmy Yates: You know, I have to ignore Bryan's idiocy, and say that there can't be a rope break out there!

Bryan Harris: Wait. You can't submit on the outside... ... ... can you?

Alan Ducard: Honestly chaps, I'm not entirely sure. And from the looks of it, neither is our referee.

Dawson struggles trying to free himself. Inside the ring we see a panicked, confused referee who doesn't know WHAT to make of this situation. He shoots a nervous look at the time keepers table, but they are no assistance. He quickly slides out of the ring. Laura glares at him, and screams "ASK HIM!!!" But this time the referee denies her request and gestures for her to take it in the ring. She screams again, "ASK HIM", and leans back with every ounce of energy she can muster, and we see Matthew Dawson's face contort in excruciating pain. Rollins continues to gesture wildly for her to break the hold. She finally relents, but decides to crash three cross face forearms into the champion's face before getting off his back.

Alan Ducard: I firmly believe that if Laura had that hold locked in inside the squared circle we would have crowned a new champion tonight. Laura slaps the apron as she stands up, clearly fired up, and this elicits a cheer from the audience. She drags Dawson up against the apron, and drives a shoulder into his rib cage.

Alan Ducard: Still working the ribs.

Jimmy Yates: And earlier she was working the legs. So this could all be leading up to her locking in her submission "Aces 'N' Eights".

She then scoops up his legs and rolls him into the ring. She hops up to the apron and steps through the ropes. Once in the ring she drops both legs across Dawson's ribs. Laura goes to bring Dawson up to his feet, and he lunges out of desperation with a well placed thumb to the eye. He winds up and nails a knife edged chop. Winds up again and lashes out with a knife edged chop.

Bryan Harris: I think Dawson is calling that "Second Base" ... at least for this match.

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

Dawson grabs a wrist and goes fro an irish whip, Laura reverses. Dawson bounces off the ropes, Laura takes off as Dawson is coming back and launches herself with a high crossbody attempt. Dawson senses this and drops the mat, and Laura flies over top and lands awkwardly once again on that same worked on shoulder from earlier in the match.

Alan Ducard: She really landed on that shoulder. Look at that grimace on her face.

The referee goes to check on her to see if she's okay to continue and she shoves him away clearly annoyed by the question. As she turns she's met with a running big boot that targets that is driven into that shoulder. Laura drops in a heap. Dawson licks his lips creepily.

He drops an elbow on that shoulder. He then stays down, puts that arm between his legs, and pauses while he does it making an over dramtic "O" face.

Alan Ducard: That's just too far!

Bryan Harris: He's my hero.

He grabs her in the crossface, keeping that shoulder stretched out and wrenching back with his arms clasped. The referee checks on her. She screams an emphatic "NO!" And begins pulling her way to the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: She's CLOSE.

She lifts her arm, teasing us as if she's going to tap, and then grabs the bottom rope. The referee begins his count. As he gets to three Dawson jumps to his feet and pulls her violently away from the ropes and once again locks in the cross face. Again the referee goes to check on Laura, she again shakes him off, but with an incredibly pained expression on her face. She again starts to make her way to the ropes. The crowd: urging, begging, pleading with their herione to make it to he ropes. She keeps inching her way there. Dawson keeps rearing back with more and more desperation as he sees her nearing hte ropes.

Alan Ducard: SHe's almost there!

She reaches.

Her finger tips just brush agains the bottom rope.

She reaches again... this time she is able to grab the rope. The referee starts the five count.

2...

3...

4...

The referee implores Dawson to break the hold. Dawson refuses.

5!!

Rollins calls for the bell. Dawson still not letting go of the hold. Dawson keeps calling for the bell. He is imploring Dawson to break the hold who maniacally shakes his head "NO".

Alan Ducard: Break the blasted hold!!!!

Rollins gets in Dawson's face. And there is a roar from the crowd as Devastation comes flying from the back. Dawson turns to see Dev and quickly releases the hold and gets out of the ring, grabs his title and heads to the back as Josephina Colbert makes the announcement.

Alan Ducard: On the one hand, this is Crazy Boy’s chance at his first title gold here in LEGACY, and the No Limits Division, while not my personal favorite division, is considered just as legitimate as any other division. Title gold is title gold, and a win here could be HUGE for Crazy Boy’s LEGACY career.

Bryan Harris: But, on the other hand, he’s going to DIE. He’s up against Damien Black, the Savior of Sadism. Did you SEE this man’s matches with Issac Entragian? This man bleeds buckets of blood for FUN. It’s been scientifically proven that Damien Black has 12 gallons more blood than the average human.

Jimmy Yates: That’s not true.

Bryan Harris: IT COULD BE! Crazy Boy is dead, end of story.

Alan Ducard: I do have to admit, the odds don’t look good, but if Crazy Boy can take this, it’s going to be huge.

Bryan Harris: But he’s not.

Jimmy Yates: The answer to this debate is on NOW!

Bryan Harris: CB better get himself a weapon and fast. That high flying offense is not going to do a THING against Damien Black.

Alan Ducard: CB has to chip away at Damien black. He’s been working that torso all match, and it’s going to start working.

Bryan Harris: Against anyone else, maybe? Against Damien Black? I doubt it.

Damien is again on the offensive, lifting CB back up and slamming him with knees. Damien whips CB off the ropes and attempts to clothesline him over the top rope, but CB grabs the top rope and pulls it down, causing Damien to spill to the outside. Damien is up quickly, but as soon as he turns around, CB is there with a suicide plancha! CB is up fast, high fiving the fans.

Jimmy Yates: That seems to have Damien Black down, at least for the moment.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but it’s Damien Black. It’s going to take a LOT more than that.

Alan Ducard: And by the looks of things, Crazy Boy is looking to get more.

Sure enough, as Damien Black begins to get up, Crazy Boy is underneath the ring, digging something out. When he comes out, he’s got a steel chair with “CB” spray painted in yellow on it.

Alan Ducard: The Crazy Chair?

Bryan Harris: Crazy everything with this guy. It’s not funny or original.

CB comes charging at Black and SLAMS Black in the head with the chair. Black stumbles back down. CB follows up with a HARD chairshot to Black’s back! Black still stirs, but stays down much longer. CB, meanwhile, slides back into the ring, chair in hand.

Bryan Harris: See, he’s stupid. He’s going to go back in the ring, like a good guy, and wait for-

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think that’s what he’s doing Bryan.

CB holds the chair up high in the hair and lets out a battle cry! As soon as Black is standing, CB races forward and leaps over the top rope, the chair placed in front of him. CB DIVES INTO BLACK, CHAIR FIRST!

Crowd: HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T! HOLY SH*T!

Alan Ducard: Bloody ‘ell!

Bryan Harris: Damn!

Jimmy Yates: …damn.

CB is slower to get up, but he is up before Damien Black. CB again begins to dig underneath the ring, and this time, he comes out with something a little bit bigger.

Jimmy Yates: Is that a…ladder?

CB positions the ladder like a battering ram and waits for Black to get up. Once Black is up, CB charges forward and tries to smash the ladder into Black, but Black dodges and kicks CB’s legs out from under him! CB trips and falls face first INTO THE LADDER!

Bryan Harris: And just like that, the Savior of Sadism is back in control.

Alan Ducard: Good god, look at Crazy Boy’s nose!

Sure enough, blood seems to be dripping from CB’s nose quite profusely. Damien Black sees this. He lifts CB up and traps both of CB’s arms. He plants three HARD head butts into CB’s nose, causing CB to go limp!

Jimmy Yates: With that hockey mask, those are devastating.

Damien suddenly pushes CB away and plants a HARD knee into CB’s midsection. He then pulls CB back in and throws him back with a snap suplex, bending CB’s back over the ladder! CB rolls off the ladder, clutching his back, his face a mask of pain and blood.

Bryan Harris: Black is hardly phased by Crazy Boy’s attacks, and look at Crazy Boy! At this rate, he’s going to have his wrestling career ENDED tonight.

Damien first takes the ladder and rolls it back in the ring. Damien next rolls CB into the ring. Damien follows suit, taking his time and catching his breath.

Alan Ducard: See? Damien is not as quick on the attack. Crazy Boy has managed to weaken him, at least slightly.

Bryan Harris: Really Alan? Really? Have you LOOKED at Crazy Boy? Damien going slower isn’t worth a DAMN at this point.

Jimmy Yates: It may prove useful later in the match, but that’s assuming Crazy Boy can take much more. Right now, CB just needs to survive.

Damien lifts CB back to his feet. CB swings wildly with a few shots, which Damien easily swats away. Damien launches a few HARD knees at CB’s ribs, causing CB’s attacks to stop. Damien grabs CB by the throat and tosses CB into a nearby turnbuckle. CB nearly goes down, but is able to keep himself standing. Damien picks up the ladder and runs at CB, sandwiching CB between the ladder and the turnbuckle. Damien then takes a few steps back and comes charging, leaping in the air and splashing onto the ladder, further sandwiching CB! Damien falls down, followed by the ladder, and followed by CB.

Alan Ducard: Damien sacrifices his own body to deal further damage to Crazy Boy!

Bryan Harris: Done. This one is done.

Damien crawls over , pinning Crazy Boy!

ONE!

TW-Kickout! Damien grabs CB by the head and lifts him back up quickly. Damien launches a kick into CB’s gift and hooks him up with the double underhook!

Jimmy Yates: Damien looking for the Excommunicator!

Suddenly, CB stirs and begins to fight. He manages to free his arm and launches a HARD punch into Damien’s gut. Damien pushes CB away, but chases him down with a series of palm strikes. CB is backed against the ropes, where Damien proceeds to whip CB to the opposite ropes. Damien goes for a Yakuza kick, but CB is able to dodge. Damien turns and eats a hard haymaker, followed by a spinning back kick to the stomach! CB grabs hold of Damien’s mask and rips it off. He then grabs Damien by the head, runs back, leaps, and drops Damien, face first into the ladder with a face buster! Damien clutches his face, and blood can be seen dripping from in between his fingers! CB, though hurting from landing on the ladder, crawls over and pins Damien!

ONE!

TW-FORCEFUL kickout by Damien! Damien rolls onto his stomach, and CB is up quickly, dropping himself onto Damien’s back with a Senton Splash! CB suddenly leaves the ring and goes to the numchucks that he left on the steel steps. The crowd pops at the brightly colored, yet potentially dangerous weapon.

Jimmy Yates: And now, Crazy Boy is in control of this one.

Bryan Harris: What’s he gonna do with those? Gay Damien to death?

Alan Ducard: I think he’s going to beat him to death, actually.

CB rolls back into the ring . He sizes up Damien and waits for the man to get up. While he waits, he does a few flashy moves with the numchucks, must to the delight of the crowd! Once Damien is up, though, CB lashes forward and strikes Damien in the head with the numchucks, causing the already bleeding forehead of Damien to bleed out more. Damien goes down to his knees, a dazed look in his eyes. CB goes behind Damien and locks the numchucks around Damien’s throat, attempting to choke Damien out! Damien’s eyes go wide as he comes alive, grabbing hold of the numchucks and attempting to pull them away from CB. However, CB has the leverage on Damien, and is able to keep the power advantage on his side. Damien, however, is able to work himself up to his knees. Suddenly, with a burst of strength, Damien is able to throw himself forward, causing CB to flip over Damien’s back and onto CB’s back. CB is up quickly, releasing the numchucks and planting a HARD kick to Damien’s face. Damien goes down, and CB is able to take his numchucks back. Damien gets back up to his knees, but once again, eats a HARD numchuck shot in the forehead! Once again, CB goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Another FORCEFUL kickout!

Bryan Harris: NOTHING CB can do will keep Damien Black down.

Alan Ducard: Yeah, but…CB is keeping him off the aggression. CB is now in a position of control.

Bryan Harris: For how long?

Jimmy Yates: We’ll find out.

CB looks frustrated, but he keeps his cool. CB looks at the ladder and smiles. He then stands and sets the ladder up CB begins to climb the ladder, numchucks still in hand. About a third of the way up, Damien Black is back up, and he launches himself at the ladder, climbing up it himself. However, once CB gets all the way up, he THROWS the numchucks down at Damien Black, slamming Black back in the head. Damien goes down to the ground, clutching his head. CB now stands at the very top of the ladder and twirls his hands in a round and round motion.

Alan Ducard: He’s not signaling for the…

Bryan Harris: There’s no way he’s going to…

Jimmy Yates: He’s going for the Crazy Spin, guys. The move he’s tried five times, and it’s NEVER hit.

CB looks down at Damien. Damien is on the ground, facing up. Through the blood, it can’t be certain whether his eyes or open are not. Through the blood, CB’s eyes look wild, a little crazy. Suddenly, CB leaps off the ropes and flips once, twice, three times…and hit’s the Crazy Spin off the ladder! CB pins!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bryan Harris: He…won?

Alan Ducard: The Crazy Spin…hit?

CB is helped up by Leonard Nolan, and then has his hand raised. CB still looks shocked, and he stumbles into the top rope to keep his balance. He waits there until Nolan brings him the No Limits Championship. Then, everything makes sense, and a wild smile breaks across CB’s face.

Jimmy Yates: It wasn’t necessarily plausible, and at times, it seemed hopeless. But using a move that never worked in LEGACY, Crazy Boy just earned his first ever LEGACY Championship Gold.

CB finally finds the energy to throw his arm in the air and lets out a shout of joy. The fans cheer loudly. Damien Black stirs, but remains down, his face covered in blood.

Jimmy Yates: Well, ladies and gents, sure enough, we have a new No Limits Champion, and it is that man, right there. Crazy Boy is the new LEGACY No Limits Champion.

"All Star" James Win: That will be all.

Andrew Kelley: But you requested interview time!

"All Star" James Win: Mitchell, here, will be the one asking the questions tonight. Your services are not needed.

When James snaps again, Sancho and Giovanni get in the way of Andrew Kelley, who now finds himself no closer than six feet from James Win, and blocked by a large Italian individual and a short Panamanian man. Michael Kim composes himself, then begins.

Michael Kim: James Win, tonight you made history by becoming the FX Network Championship. Share with us a glimpse into your psyche on this evening; tell us how you felt going into this opportunity, knowing what this match meant.

"All Star" James Win: After representing an entire nation of Panamaniacs for near a decade now, the opportunity to be the representative of a cable television network does not compare, not in the slightest. Alas, LEGACY has but four singles championship belts, and tonight, The All Star brings one of them back to the family.

Reaching up, James Win strokes the golden faceplate of the championship belt on his shoulder.

Michael Kim: Also tonight, Gryffin Anselm and John Thomas team up for the first time in LEGACY. How does it make you feel to see your former tag team partner and Diabolik associate moving on?

"All Star" James Win: When The Golden One brings home a lady for the evening, treats her to the finer things and has a good time, how much thought do you think is given to what happens to her the next day or the day after? None.

Michael Kim: You and Gryffin Anselm were tag team champions for nearly a year, that's hardly the same as a one night stand...

"All Star" James Win: Whatever Gryffin accomplishes now, he knows he can thank The All Star for it. Whatever sick moves Anselm does in the ring, everyone will know where he learned it from. What happens with him now is of no concern.

After snapping his fingers again, James Win walks off, followed closely by Giovanni, then Sancho. Once Michael Kim hands the microphone back to Andrew Kelley, he follows them as well

Youthful Deep Voice: In a time, when LEGACY is in need of saving...

The light gets closer, as a second young voice chimes in, this one a tenor.

Youthful Tenor Voice: ...when all hope appears to be lost...

The light gets even closer, at an agonizingly slow pace.

Youthful Deep Voice: There is but one chance left...

Youthful Tenor Voice: ...to be saved from your own sinful ways.

The light gets closer, and it almost looks like there are two forms standing on either edge of it.

Youthful Deep Voice: Fear not, LEGACY citizens.

The light suddenly speeds up to overcome the darkness, with but two silhouettes. One tall and thick, with hands on the hips, the other short and thin, with arms spread out wide.

Youthful Tenor Voice: Your superheroes have arrived.

Suddenly the skinny man leans forward and puts his hand on the camera, as his tenor-pitched voice begins to laugh.

Bryan Harris: The challengers – Mirage and Lucien Gray – believe that it’s their destiny to keep that from happening. Ever since their formation, people have been waiting and watching to see if the Agents of Destiny would gel or if they would implode, and for the rest of the tag teams in LEGACY, their wish did not come true, because Mirage and Lucien have not only gelled, but they’ve become one of the best tag teams on the roster, and tonight, they have a very real chance of becoming tag team champions.

Jimmy Yates: Domination has held the titles since June 1st of last year, and during that reign they’ve defeated some very talented teams – The Unholy Alliance, ANARCHY, John Thomas & Loco Martinez, The Diabolik, and El Chupacabra. They’re arguably the best tag team LEGACY has ever had, and so it’s no small task for the Agents of Destiny to bring home the gold.

Alan Ducard: Well the time is here, and we’re going to see which strategy will win out. Did Trent Logan prepare Domination well enough to set themselves apart in the record books? Or does Mirage have a gameplan good enough to do what five other teams were unable to do?

Jimmy Yates: Let’s find out.

Bryan Harris: MiRage thinking fast and turning the tide of this match early on!

Alan Ducard: Great ring awareness being displayed by the veteran.

MiRage drops an elbow hard across Rage’s back, pushing him all the way down onto his belly, before turning over and planting his right knee in the small of Rage’s back. MiRage reaches forward and clasps his hands under Rage’s chin, pulling back on it hard!

Alan Ducard: MiRage applying a great deal of pressure to Rage’s spine in the middle of the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Rage isn’t worn down enough yet for that though, he’s gonna power right out!

Rage pushes his hands under himself and starts pushing upward, getting his knees under himself. MiRage releases his hold quickly and pulls Rage to his feet before lifting him from the side and turning him to drop him across his knee with a backbreaker! MiRage pushes Rage off his knee and quickly moves to tag in Lucien Gray.

Bryan Harris: Lucien Gray, the four-hundred pounder, is getting in now, and it doesn’t look so hot for your boy there, Jimbo!

Jimmy Yates: It doesn’t look promising, but I’ve got faith in Domination to retain the LEGACY World Tag Team Titles!

MiRage pulls Rage back to his feet and scoops him up, before slamming him back down with a body slam! MiRage turns Rage over to his chest before Lucien comes off the ropes and jumps in the air with a senton splash across Rage’s back!

Alan Ducard: Oh my. Four hundred pounds of man just came down across Rage’s back.

Bryan Harris: Haha! Yeah it did, Big Al!

The fans in the arena groan sympathetically as MiRage steps out of the ring. Lucien turns Rage over, as the camera switches to a quick shot of Trent Logan on the outside, a look of worry on his face, before going back to the ring, where Lucien Gray now has one of Rage’s legs hooked tight!

ONE!

TWO!
Venom runs into the ring and lunges with a double sledge across the back of Lucien’s shoulders, breaking up the pin! The referee starts escorting Venom out, as the shot moves to see Osamu Hayashi, smirking at what’s going on in the ring.

Alan Ducard: Venom surely kept this match going just now.

Jimmy Yates: I think Rage would have kicked out, Venom just ensured it, is all.

Lucien grabs Rage and pulls him to his feet. Rage quickly shoves the hands away and starts throwing rapid punches into Lucien’s chest and abdomen! Rage turns and rushes to the ropes to build momentum, but Lucien follows just a step behind, and as Rage rebounds off the ropes, Lucien catches him with a hard clothesline, taking Rage straight back down to the canvas!

Bryan Harris: Haha, its gotta really suck to be Rage right now, huh, kid?

Jimmy Yates: ... its gotta suck to be your face!

Bryan Harris: Real professional, Jimbo. Real professional...

Lucien Gray grabs Rage by the wrist and pulls him back to his feet forcefully before yanking turning him and snatching him up before crashing down with a sidewalk slam! Lucien grabs both of Rage’s legs and leans back for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH–!

Venom runs across the ring and kicks Lucien in the abdomen! The official starts guiding Venom back out of the ring, and Lucien quickly turns over and places both hands on Rage’s throat, choking him! Venom starts hurling insults and trying to get past the referee, which only serves to allow Lucien Gray more time to choke Rage! Rage kicks his legs hard and claws at Lucien’s wrists to try and escape the chokehold.

Alan Ducard: Lucien is using the distraction from Venom to get quite the unfair advantage.

Bryan Harris: Its only cheatin’ if you get caught, Al!

Venom finally backs out of the ring, and the referee turns just as Lucien releases his chokehold on Rage. Lucien pulls Rage to his feet and whips him hard into the Agents of Destiny corner, and follows right behind him! Rage crashes into the turnbuckles with his back, and Lucien crashes into him with an avalanche splash, squashing him in the corner, which elicits another loud groan of sympathy from the fans in attendance!

Jimmy Yates: Oh man...Rage is in a bad way, he needs to tag out of there right now!

Alan Ducard: I agree with you, James. Its not looking good for the LEGACY World Tag Team Champions.

Lucien tags in MiRage, and MiRage steps through the ropes and puts his back to the slumped over Rage. Lucien grabs MiRage by the wrist and starts to whip him toward the other corner before turning and sending MiRage back at Rage, and MiRage ducks his shoulder down to drive it into Rage’s abdomen! Lucien steps back through the ropes as MiRage snapmares Rage out of the corner and plants his knee between Rage’s shoulderblades before grabbing the arms and pulling back with a surfboard!

Jimmy Yates: Come on, Rage! Get out of that hold, get Venom in, and recharge your batteries!

Bryan Harris: Gettin’ desperate, are ya?

Rage plants his feet in the canvas, refusing to submit as the referee asks him, and starts pushing up! Rage gets to his feet, as MiRage plants his forehead in Rage’s shoulders to keep the surfboard on! Rage slowly turns over, as the fans begin to clap! Rage reverses the hold and hooks under MiRage’s arm, and snaps back with a back suplex!

Bryan Harris: Whoa! Wait a minute!

Alan Ducard: Looks as if the tide has started to shift, the fans rallying behind Rage, and he rode the wave of momentum to turn things around, at least for the moment.

Rage turns over to his chest, holding his lower back, as MiRage arches his back up off the canvas! Rage starts crawling toward his corner, as the fans continue to clap and rally him on! Rage pushes to his knees as MiRage pushes up to his feet, holding his back. MiRage quickly grabs Rage by the shoulder and turns him around on his knee. Rage punches MiRage in the stomach though!

Jimmy Yates: YES!

Alan Ducard: Rage is certainly getting things under control here.

Rage pushes to his feet and turns, starting back for his corner, and MiRage grabs him by the shoulder again, turning him around! Rage fires a punch right into MiRage’s jaw, and MiRage reels back! Rage turns, as Venom stretches his hand out! Their fingers almost brush before MiRage grabs the reaching arm of Rage and snaps back with a side Russian Leg sweep, suddenly crashing Rage back down to the canvas!

Bryan Harris: Oh man, that was so close to turning disastrous for the Agents of Destiny! Some quick thinking saved all that hard work though, thankfully!

Jimmy Yates: DAMNIT!

MiRage rolls backward through the maneuver and grabs Rage by the wrist and drags him closer to the middle of the ring before pulling him to his feet, right into a front facelock. MiRage backs straight up to his corner, and Lucien Gray tags himself in. Lucien steps through the ropes and drives both arms down across Rage’s back with a double sledgehammer!

Bryan Harris: Nothing pretty about a double-sledgehammer, but very effective!

Alan Ducard: Effective indeed.

MiRage rushes across the ring suddenly and drives both forearms into Venom’s face, knocking him off the apron! MiRage jumps onto the second turnbuckle as Lucien whips Rage off the ropes and catches him on the rebound, swinging him for a Black Hole Slam! MiRage jumps off the second rope with a fist-drop to Rage’s face as Lucien drives Rage to the canvas!

Jimmy Yates: Oh come on, ref! Get control over this match!

Alan Ducard: Unfortunately, James, they have a five count and they’re utilizing it to the fullest.

MiRage backs out of the ring as he’s getting admonished, and the camera catches a glimpse of Osamu Hayashi grinning at the destruction. Lucien starts to go for a cover, but Venom quickly runs through the ropes and kicks Lucien in the side, stopping the pin attempt from even happening, as Trent Logan yells out encouragement from the outside. Venom spits out insults at Lucien as he backs out of the ring.

Bryan Harris: Well that’s not very sportsman-like, now is it, Jimmy-Jam?

Jimmy Yates: Shut up, Bryan!

Bryan Harris: Did I strike a nerve there, little fella?

Lucien grabs Rage and pulls him off the canvas. Lucien whips Rage off the ropes ans ducks down for a back body drop! Rage kicks up into Lucien’s chest! Lucien straightens up and Rage hits the ropes again! Lucien swings a clothesline as Rage comes off the ropes, but Rage ducks under the clothesline and come off the other ropes with a head of steam and leaps up for a flying clothesline, and Lucien hits the canvas!

Alan Ducard: Rage built up momentum, and took the big man off his feet.

Bryan Harris: Whoa! What the hell is going on?

Rage starts pushing to his feet, holding his lower back in pain, as Lucien turns over to his knees. Rage pushes to his feet and quickly lunges to tga in Venom! Lucien gets to his feet as Venom steps through the ropes! Mirage quickly steps through the ropes to protest, but Venom barrels into Lucien with a running forearm! Lucien stumbles back a bit, and Venom moves on to catch Mirage with a clothesline!

Jimmy Yates: GET ‘EM VENOM!

Alan Ducard: Venom has come in, a proverbial house of fire.

Venom turns around as Lucien turns, and Venom leaps at him with a flying clothesline that drives him back to the canvas! Venom gets to his feet and turns around as Mirage runs at him! Venom ducks down at the last second and launches Mirage into the air with a back body drop! Venom turns around as Lucien is to a knee, and Lucien drives a punch into Venom’s abdomen!

Bryan Harris: There you go Lucien, get this back under control...

Jimmy Yates: Oh what the fu–

Alan Ducard: James!

Lucien rises to his feet and scoops Venom up for a bodyslam, but Venom floats over behind him, hooking him in an inverted facelock! Mirage gets to his feet and backs into Venom, clutching his back, and Venom grabs him by the hair with his free hand, pulling him down into an inverted facelock!

Bryan Harris: No way...

Rage climbs to the top rope and leaps off, behind Venom, and leaps over him, dropping an elbow across Mirage’s ribs AND an elbow across Lucien’s ribs, as Venom drops down in a reverse DDT!

Jimmy Yates: DOUBLE GUT CHECK!

Alan Ducard: Incredible.

Rage quickly backs out of the ring, as Venom moves to cover Lucien, listening to Trent Logan as to who the legal man is.

ONE!

TWO!

TH–!

Mirage grabs Venom’s ankle and pulls him off the cover! Mirage pulls Venom to his feet, but Venom swats the hands aside and knees Mirage in the gut before throwing him through the ropes to the outside! Both men are trying to get to their feet and looking to finally put the other down and open a window to make a tag. The crowd is on its feet cheering for the Tag Team Champions to make the tag and put AOD away! As it appears that Lucien might be slightly ahead in getting back to a vertical base, Osamu springs into action, grabbing a chair from ringside, and he slides it inside the ring. A moment later springs up on to the apron across the ring from Trent Logan who is headed to that side of the ring to try and get the referee’s attention from Osamu.

Jimmy Yates: Oh come on this was a great match there is no reason to involve weapons here!

Bryan Harris: All great things must come to an end Jimbo, and it looks like the Tag Team Champions are going to get their asses beat!

Lucien grabs the chair from the canvas from Osamu to use on VENOM, but VENOM fires off a quick kick to the midsection and he instinctively reaches forward to wrestle the chair away from Lucien, however in the midst of the struggle.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Steel meets Lucien’s head and face, courtesy of … Mirage?

Jimmy Yates: What is going on here!?

Alan Ducard: Mirage just dropped his own partner with the chair!?

Mirage quickly tosses the chair that he had obtained in the commotion as Lucien crashes to the canvas, bleeding profusely from Mirage’s shot. The impact echoed loudly in the arena, and Don Bower quickly turns his attention from Trent and Osamu to see VENOM standing over a bloody and motionless Lucien, still holding the chair from the struggle, and he immediately signals outside the ring for the bell. VENOM’s eyes go wide as he shouts at Bower, but the bell is already sounding.

Alan Ducard: Mirage is making a hasty retreat and here comes VENOM after Mirage!

VENOM exits the ring after Mirage, but the former has already hoped the barricade making a hasty retreat into the crowd. RAGE and Trent are outside the ring conferring with Don Bower trying to explain to the official what had happened.

Bryan Harris: No way he’ll catch Mirage now!

VENOM stands outside the ring shouting torrents of obscenities at Mirage, his entire body shaking with anger as he points and swearing vengeance on the mastermind until he finally fades from sight.

Alan Ducard: I can’t believe what we just saw, it appears Mirage has sacrificed Lucien to get a victory here tonight, but I can’t help but think Lucien wasn’t exactly in on this plan.

Bryan Harris: Maybe not Al, but a win is a win, and mark it down the winners tonight are AOD.

VENOM finally turns and crawls back inside the ring, still seething and growling in frustration and disgust. However, even in the midst of his anger he detects a change in the crowd and he quickly turns to see Osamu leaping at the top rope at him, Osamu having decided to try and do just a bit more damage. However, at the last moment VENOM side steps and catches Osamu with a boot to the gut. VENOM comes off the ropes and …

Alan Ducard: The Fury! VENOM hits Osamu with that big trademark clothesline!

Jimmy Yates: And he doesn’t look to be done yet! He’s motioning for RAGE to get back in the ring.

Bryan Harris: Oh come on Osamu is down, there’s no need for this.

Jimmy Yates: I’d say Osamu has it coming …

VENOM pulls a stunned Osamu to his feet as RAGE heads for the top rope.

Bryan Harris: Oh no … not this … this is entirely unnecessary!

Jimmy Yates: The fans want it, Domination wants it and Osamu has it coming for that attempted sneak attack!

VENOM pulls Osamu into the powerbomb position and then looks down at Lucien who is just starting to come to with a grunt, touching the blood on his forehead and then up towards where Mirage disappeared with a point. A moment later Osamu goes up, RAGE flies, and the crowd breaks out into cheers.

Alan Ducard: TOTAL DOMINATION!

Jimmy Yates: Lucien is down, Osamu is down, and the only one left is Mirage who is now out in the arena and out of Domination’s reach.

Alan Ducard: The Champions are standing tall Jimmy.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah, but even though they might not look like it now, AOD are your winners.

RAGE: I knew it … I knew that slimy son of a b****h was still pulling the strings. This “silent phase” is all a bunch of BS.

VENOM: I really thought they were in it tonight for the belts – we will not be taken by him again man.

RAGE: You’re right. We won’t. Tonight he’s a dead man.

The Champions make a turn and at the very end of the opposite hall, their prey appears.

VENOM and RAGE take off running after Mirage who rounds the corner in front of them. He’s out of sight for a moment but it’s obvious where he’s gone with the loud bang of the closing double doors leading in from the parking garage. The camera shakes as the LEGACY film crew tries to keep up with Domination as they pursue Mirage. Domination bursts through the doors to the garage, at for a moment the only sound is that of their breathing, and the camera pans around quickly, trying to capture a glimpse of Mirage.

RAGE: Alright we need to split up … you go tha –

RAGE is cut off by a whirring sound and looking to see the garage door lowering rapidly at the other end of the garage. Instantly both members of Domination take off for the door. Darting out in front of them is Mirage who hits his top speed and exits the garage into the night. He turns back to Domination just a moment to see who pursuers for but a moment as the door lowers in front of them, cutting them off and allowing Mirage to escape. Inside the building RAGE slams his massive fists into the door in frustration as VENOM shakes his head in disgust. Mirage has escaped for now, but from the looks of things, come Strife 51 there will be hell to pay. For the final time tonight, the footage switches back to the broadcast position where match introductions were taped earlier tonight.

Jimmy Yates: Until Loco Martinez came along, “The Outlaw” Greyson Blade had a record-setting 259 day reign with the LEGACY World Title. He made the belt as valuable as any other belt across this business, and then he suffered an injury at the hands of Marcus Marion.

Bryan Harris: While The Outlaw was on the shelf, Loco Martinez took his game to the next level and became World Champion – going on to break Greyson Blade’s record for reign length with the top strap in LEGACY – his reign lasting two full weeks longer than that of The Outlaw.

Jimmy Yates: Since then, we’ve obviously seen Loco Martinez get the belt back, and after a feud with great matches against Issac Entragian and a lot of blood spilled, Greyson Blade has again put himself into position to fight for the LEGACY World Title… and I think we could’ve sold twice as many seats to tonight’s event without much problem, because this match is easily hot enough to main event a pay per view.

Alan Ducard: This match is easily a dream match for people all over this industry to witness, and I’m not going to waste any more time in doing the introduction because we need to get presently down to the match to see who comes out of the biggest STRIFE of all time with the LEGACY World Title in his possession.

Alan Ducard: Excellent counter by the LEGACY World Champion.

Jimmy Yates: So far, Greyson hasn’t been able to hit much on his end. Loco’s been too quick and crafty for the hefty challenger.

Loco hooks a leg but Greyson refuses to stay down for more than a one-count. Getting to his feet, Loco reaches down and grabs Greyson by his hair, forcing him up the hard way. Delivering a backhand chop into Greyson’s chest, The Outlaw eats them up like candy. Smiling at Loco, Greyson retaliates with a backhand chop of his own that sends Loco down to the mat from the force of the impact. Getting back up, Loco is met with another backhand chop that sends him down again. His chest as red as a cherry, Loco is back up. Greyson goes for a third chop but Loco kicks up with his leg, nailing Greyson in the mid-section with the toe of his boot.

Bryan Harris: Nice toe kick by Loco! That’ll double over anybody..

Greyson doubles over and Loco wraps his arms around the challenger’s neck for a swinging neck breaker. But instead of swinging back with it he flips forward with a somersault, delivering a nice standing somersault neckbreaker. Some of the fans in attendance recognize Loco’s athletic prowess and applaud the champion’s efforts against Greyson Blade. Of course, Loco repays this display of public affection by mouthing something nasty as well as making hand signals with a lower part of his anatomy. The crowd rescinds on their respectful applause by laying into Loco with a deafening “BOOOOOOOO!!!”.

Alan Ducard: Just when he reels them in with his athleticism, he throws them back in the water.

Jimmy Yates: Loco gets off on having the crowd eat out of the palm of his hand. Look at him.

Continuously taunting the crowd, Loco turns his attention back onto Greyson Blade who is still feeling the effects from the flipping neckbreaker. Guiding him to his feet by his large neck, Loco throws some stiff kicks to the thigh and hip region for added measure. Distracting Greyson just enough to allow himself into the ropes, Loco springs off the ropes but is caught in mid-air with a devastating spinebuster.

Jimmy Yates: Greyson with the high impact slam! That’ll suck the wind right out of ya!

Bryan Harris: I think it did just that.

Loco wheezes on the mat, trying to catch his breath after having his senses shocked with the spinebuster. Collecting himself, Greyson stands back up on his own feet and pulls Loco to his. He whips Loco Martinez into the ropes with ease. Loco on the rebound, he sees an oncoming clothesline a mile away. Ducking, Loco gains some speed and continues onto the other side. Greyson turns around just as Loco springs off the mat for a flying clothesline. The challenger catches the champion, however, holding him in a fall-away slam position. Shaking his head, “No way ”, Greyson Blade heaves Loco back over his head with great strength, spinning Loco’s body so fast that he does two complete rolls before unceremoniously landing on his back and spilling awkwardly against the bottom rope.

Alan Ducard: We all knew that Greyson’s vastly superior strength would play a huge part in this match, but nobody could have predicted just how easily he would be able to turn things around.

Bryan Harris: It’s simple physics, Alan. Greyson is bigger and stronger than Loco. But as far as faster and smarter goes? I think its pretty obvious Loco Martinez has that in spades.

Jimmy Yates: Loco IS quite possibly the greatest schemer in LEGACY history, but I wouldn’t discredit The Outlaw’s ability to win matches, and more importantly, win TITLES.

Alan Ducard: I couldn’t agree more, James..

Stalking the LEGACY World Champion, Greyson Blade guides him to his feet and delivers an earth-shattering, down-thrust, open-palm chop. Practically bursting the capillaries in Loco’s chest, Loco cries out in agony as the fans naturally pay homage to the Nature Boy by yelling, “WOOOOO ”. Leaving a hand print behind from the monumental impact of the chop, Greyson once again throws Loco into the ropes. On the rebound, Loco uses a split-second chance to instinctively size up the situation. Greyson advances forward but Loco leaps up and behind Greyson’s arms and shoulders with a horizontal grapvine, dispossessing any of Greyson’s upper body movement in position for a crucifix pin attempt.

Jimmy Yates: Loco with the... OH MY

Before Jimmy could even finish the sentence, Greyson Blade counters by snapping back against the mat, deflating Loco’s lungs with an impromptu Samoan drop.

Alan Ducard: Outlaw Drop!!

Hooking a leg, the seasoned LEGACY official Klinton Porter is right there for the count.

One!!

Two!!

He only manages to get a two-count before Loco kicks out.

Alan Ducard: What a counter by the former World Champion

Bryan Harris: What? Where do you see... oh, you mean Greyson.

Alan Ducard: Huh?

Bryan Harris: Nevermind.

Jimmy Yates: I think Bryan thought you were talking about X-Calibur, seeing as though THAT, and ONLY that, is what Loco Martinez has been addressing X-Calibur as since robbing him of his World title 129 days ago. But we’re digressing here, we have a bona fide DREAM MATCH currently in progress

Following up the Outlaw drop, Greyson Blade brings Loco to his feet at the same time he gets to his own. Doubling over the World Champion by kneeing him in the gut, Greyson hoists Loco up for a vertical suplex. Greyson delays the fall though, and continues holding Loco up in the air for several seconds. Going one step further to display his strength, Greyson holds out an arm and motions putting a belt around his waist. Finally, after seemingly forever, Greyson falls back to the mat completing the final stages of a stalling vertical suplex, gaining a big applause from the capacity crowd on hand.

Alan Ducard: It’s safe to say that Greyson feels that he is taking home the gold tonight. And with powerful moves like that, he ruddy well might

Methodically rolling over onto Loco, Greyson pins both of the champion’s shoulders down on the mat with his forearms for a lateral cover. Porter makes it to two before Loco kicks with his legs and effectively breaks the count. Greyson scrapes his forearms against Loco’s face, digging into his cheek bone with his boniness. Loco continues to kick out though, persevering through Greyson’s almost bullying series of covers. Not surprised and maintaining his veteran fighter’s poise, Greyson grabs Loco by his arm and drags him to his feet.

Jimmy Yates: Look how calm Greyson is right now. He’s oozing focus through his pores.

Bryan Harris: I’ll give you that one, Jimbo. Greyson does look really focused right now, but I firmly believe Loco will bounce back from this.

Throwing Loco into the ropes, Greyson waits for Loco’s return. With Loco quickly re-approaching, the former LEGACY World Champion drops down into a linebacker’s stance. Then, as Loco is mere feet from Greyson, Greyson snaps up at the “hike” and slams Loco’s body with a rising shoulder block, hitting Loco with enough force that he sends him into the air, snapping his head back down awkwardly against the middle rope before spilling onto his stomach.

Alan Ducard: The smacks of impact just keep getting louder..

Bryan Harris: Man, this is hard to watch...

Jimmy Yates: Maybe for you, but as far as I am concerned, this is just a PART of the comeuppance someone deserves against this coward of a man.

Drawing Loco in for a short-armed clothesline, Greyson hits nothing but air as Loco swiftly ducks under. With Greyson turned around for half a second, Loco breaks free of Greyson’s grip. With the crack in the window being just big enough for Loco Martinez to slip through, he jumps up and connects with a jumping roundhouse styled enziguri, smacking his foot square into the meat of Greyson’s shoulder.

Alan Ducard: Blimey! Did you HEAR that smack?

Jimmy Yates: I think that echoed out to the parking lot

Bryan Harris: Excellent split-second decision by Loco, there. Greyson looks stunned, if not hurt.

Greyson reels back a bit and tries not to show any pain from the kick to his shoulder. Fighting through it, Greyson grits his teeth and waits for Loco to get up. As soon as Loco is on his feet, he taunts the crowd a bit obviously proud of his surgical precision with the enziguri. Yelling, “HEY.” just loud enough to make Loco turn around to face him, Greyson meets him with a LUNGING lariat that folds Loco inside out like an accordion.

Jimmy Yates: Good freaking GOD! What a decapitating clothesline!

Bryan Harris: The damage has been done, but look at Greyson though.

Alan Ducard: Bryan’s right. He just used the arm Loco just smacked... not very wise, by my estimation.

Sure enough, Greyson retreats into the ropes, making circles with his shoulder as he checks on his rotator’s cuff. Wincing a bit, it’s clear he’s experiencing a bit of pain from where Loco tweaked him up. Fighting through it and doing his best to not appear hurt, Greyson brings a nearly knocked out Loco up to his feet. Running into the ropes, Greyson picks up steam and continues running into the other side as Loco stands there on spaghetti legs. Leaping off the ropes with his big frame, Greyson outstretches his arm for a flying clothesline. Loco sees this coming though and instinct takes over. Jumping up, Loco catches the arm coming down and glides to the mat, hyper extending Greyson’s shoulder and simultaneously smashing Greyson’s forehead into the canvas with a falling armbreaker DDT.

Bryan Harris: And there it is The turning point in this match for Loco

Alan Ducard: Incredible counter there by Loco, I have to bloody well admit.

Laying on the mat, still feeling the ill effects of Greyson’s lariat from before, Loco simply smiles knowing full well how damaging that move just was to Greyson’s shoulder. With his head buried in the mat, Greyson holds his shoulder in agony, trying his best to not give in to the insurmountable pain flowing through his nervous system. Loco rolls over, but instead of going for a pin attempt, Loco lies on Greyson in a side-mount position. Before the referee recognizes this as a pin attempt, Loco pulls Greyson’s shoulder up from the mat and locks on a modified hammerlock behind Greyson’s body.

Bryan Harris: Oooh... I see what he’s going for here

Greyson shouts in pain as Loco wrenches the submission move in tightly. After a few jerks of the body, really grinding and tearing apart the ligaments in Greyson’s shoulder, Loco pushes down on Greyson’s arm until his shoulders are flat on the mat. Porter counts only to one before Greyson knowingly uses his strength to push forward from the mat, stopping the count. This only helps Loco implement some added pressure onto the keylock though, as he begins jerking and twisting the shoulder and elbow joint of Greyson again.

Jimmy Yates: Talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place.

Alan Ducard: Agreed, James. When Loco pushes down on Greyson’s shoulder he’s relieving that shoulder of pressure, but he’s also putting Greyson into a situation where he NEEDS to push up and GIVE himself more pain to stop the pinfall from happening. Very interesting situation Loco has put the challenger in.

Bryan Harris: That’s why Greyson isn’t the only veteran in this match. All this talk of Greyson being the veteran pugilist here, yet Loco Martinez is making the scientific counters and really capturing the essence of mat grappling. So... suck on THAT one.

Jimmy Yates: Was that really necessary, Bryan?

Bryan Harris: Your Dad wasn’t necessary.

Jimmy Yates: Nice...

Realizing that he’s not going to beat Greyson Blade this way, Loco Martinez rolls greyson over onto his stomach and flips forward as one would for the cattle mutilation. With the hammerlock still applied, Greyson’s shoulder has begun looking almost deformed as it bends dangerously close to a breaking point in a direction it’s not supposed to go. With Blade shaking his head no as Porter asks him if he wants to give up, Loco holds the submission move in tightly as the crowd begins rallying behind the Original Outlaw.

Slamming his hand on the mat, not for a tap-out, rather for motivation with the crowd’s response, Greyson grits his teeth. Saliva spews from his mouth in erratic strings as he seethes to a boiling point, amping himself up to a degree where he can power out of the submission hold. With Loco flipped upside down like an acrobat, Greyson slides a hand underneath himself as if he were going for a one-armed push up. Then, in an awe-inspiring display of strength and determination, Greyson slowly pushes up on the mat. Not only does he lift his own weight from the mat, but Loco’s as well as Loco remains on top of him with the hammerlock applied.

Bryan Harris: What... ?

Jimmy Yates: That’s SCARY strength right there, let me tell you.

Alan Ducard: Listen to this crowd They’re LOSING it

With Greyson’s good arm shaking under the weight of both he and Loco, sweat drips profusely from his head as the cameras flash all around him. Puddles of perspiration form underneath him. Squinting his eyes, letting the beads of sweat burn the whites of his eyes like an applied acid, Greyson finally turns his body, causing the weight to shift and Loco to fall to the side. Slipping from Greyson’s arm and shoulder, Loco changes gears and begins driving a knee into Greyson’s shoulder. Repeatedly. Knee after knee, Loco ravages Greyson’s shoulder, whittling away the protective marrow with each bruising blow. Greyson’s once determined eyes are replaced with the vicissitudes of mental torture and physical torment.

Alan Ducard: Enough already He’s going to do some permanent damage...

Bryan Harris: I think that’s the idea

Satisfied after ten or so knees driven into Greyson’s shoulder, Loco stands up clutching the hand of Greyson Blade. Ripping up on it, Loco stomps both of his feet on the mat as he yanks on the shoulder socket. Switching it up, Loco kicks the underside of Greyson’s elbow. Alternating between kicking the underside of Greyson’s elbow and yanking on his shoulder, Loco continues doing this seven or eight more times before violently throwing Greyson’s arm down on the mat so hard that he nearly hyper-extends the elbow.

Jimmy Yates: Loco going to TOWN on Greyson’s arm

Reaching down, Loco lifts Greyson’s arm up again. Stepping through his arm it as if he were going for a tequila sunrise, Loco pulls up for a second before violently dropping down to his knees, crushing Greyson’s arm under his weight.

Bryan Harris: I love it. No way in HELL will Greyson be able to properly utilize that Killshot of his.

Alan Ducard: Perhaps. But one thing’s for sure, when Greyson hits that move, it’s usually lights out. So it might not matter too much..

Looking out at the audience, Loco throws an arm up and shouts, “O-P-W O-P-OWWW ”, and mocks Greyson’s throbbing arm by grabbing it.

Alan Ducard: No class... such disrespect from a man who’s so openly commanded it from his peers.

Straddling Greyson’s arms and putting all of his body weight on top of Greyson’s shoulder blade, Loco pulls up on the arm with an extreme variation of the Fujiwara armbar. Greyson searches for the ropes, finding them with his right foot. Porter starts counting, but Loco continues holding onto the move despite the referee’s count.

“Three, four, five... let him go, Loc!”

Loco refuses to let go though and continues to rip upwards on Greyson’s arm.

Alan Ducard: What is he doing?!

“Three- four, five... I’m not gonna tell you again!”

Smiling all-knowingly, Loco continues holding onto Greyson’s arm. Finally having enough, Porter counts to five... but instead of calling for the bell he physically grabs Loco by his waist and dumps him off of Greyson Blade much to the delight of the crowd.

Bryan Harris: What the hell was that?! He assaulted him!

Jimmy Yates: It’s about time we had a referee with the balls to physically regulate things. He knew damn well that Loco was trying to intentionally disqualify himself and save his title.

Alan Ducard: I think you’re right, James. Fortunately for LEGACY, Porter holds too much respect for LEGACY and its World Title to let someone like Loco get away with it, however.

Standing back up to his feet, Loco gets right in Porter’s face who is showing much fortitude by not backing down with his ruling. Shoving Porter a little bit, Loco smiles. He shoves him again, this time hard enough to push him back into the ropes. “Loco-Sucks!”, “Loco-Sucks!”, “Loco-Sucks!” chants begin to eat away at Loco’s psyche as he looks around at the audience, angrily telling them that he doesn’t. Greyson meanwhile has managed to get to his feet with his shoulder hanging limply. Just as Loco turns around, Greyson moves in, hoists Loco up onto his shoulders and then dives backwards.

Alan Ducard: OUTLAW DROP!!

The crowd is electric with the impact of the blow. The Challenger begins moving away from the Champion, feeling the momentum is squarely his. Loco tries to stand up quickly on wobbly legs, but he crashes back down towards the buckles. It is then that The Outlaw crouches to zero in on his target, and the entire Indianapolis crowd rises to the occasion with a multitude of cheers in anticipation of what is to come.

Alan Ducard: Loco looks to be in a bad way near the corner, and The Outlaw has him in his sights.

Jimmy Yates: It’s time for the Killshot – he’s going to break Loco in half and we’re going to have a new World Champion!

Bryan Harris: No! Don’t get up Loco – stay down!

Loco gingerly begins to pull himself up to his feet and as he makes his feet he slowly begins to turn, and in a flash The Outlaw charges, and in an instant later the move connects with a thunderous impact. However, the crowd doesn’t respond with an incredible explosion of jubilation but with collective disgust as Klinton Porter lies broken and unmoving on the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: Loco pulled Klinton in front of The Outlaw to absorb that Killshot and save himself! What a cowardly move by the Champion!

Bryan Harris: Oh come on now Jimbo our senior official obviously has balance issues. Loco grabbed him to keep him from falling, but he still couldn’t save him from falling.

Alan Ducard: I highly doubt that Bryan, and now we have no official in this match, and this is not something I’m sure has ever happened before in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: If it has it’s been very rare that’s for sure Alan, and it looks like this match will continue, but Klinton Porter is down after that Killshot. He’s not a fighter and he just took the 2008 Finisher of the Year. He’s not going to be able to finish this match.

After destroying Klinton, The Outlaw took a moment to curse Loco’s cowardice, but as he turns, Loco is waiting for him with two rapid fire punches to the head, and then a quick back elbow connects with The Outlaw’s skull and sends him staggering to the ropes.

Alan Ducard: This is certainly not looking good for Greyson Blade. There is no official out here to regulate things, and now John Thomas is headed out to ringside…

Jimmy Yates: Oh come on he doesn’t need to be out here now!

Alan Ducard: I expected nothing less.

Halfway down the ramp, JT hears the booing and jeering change to cheering as Smith Cartwright comes charging after him. John is at the bottom of the ramp before he turns around to look for the cause of the reaction change, and suddenly Smith Cartwright is in his face.

Bryan Harris: What in the hell is he doing out there?!

Alan Ducard: I’m not certain, but John Thomas looks… happy about it?

A big grin comes over John’s face as Smith Cartwright is fuming. Turning his cheek, John points at the side of his face, inviting Smith to strike him. Cartwright’s fist balls up, but he uses self restraint. Inside the ring, Loco stomps down onto Greyson’s back, keeping him down on the mat.

Jimmy Yates: We heard that John Thomas was involved in Smith’s suspension… so I’m guessing this trip to ringside is at least partially personal for Smith.

Putting his hands on Smith’s shirt, John makes motions up and down, mouthing the words “no stripes, no zebra” before flashing a smirk.

Bryan Harris: Smithy just got a reminder that he’s not a legal official for this match!

Turning around, John dives into the ring under the bottom rope, gets to his feet right behind Blade. Swiftly, John pulls Greyson’s arm behind his back into a hammerlock, slides his arm up through, throws his other arm around the neck, right into the Crossface Chicken Wing. Flailing, Blade uses his remaining energy and tries to escape, but Loco steps up and kicks Blade in the gut. As Greyson exhales and coughs, his struggling stops. Taking his forearm away from the front of The Outlaw’s neck, pushes it onto the back of his head, pushing him forward, just as Loco grabs Greyson by the arm, pulling him downwards as the foot shoots upwards…

LOCapitator!!!!!

Completely incensed beyond the point of return the crowd roars a deafening, "BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"

Alan Ducard: I mostly try to stay impartial, but in this case, I have to agree with the fans!

Standing over the fallen challenger, Loco sees that Klinton Porter is stirring a little but still isn’t looking, he takes the moment and taunts the fans, sending them to further hysterics. Rolling back outside the ring, John Thomas taunts a couple of guys in the front row after smirking at Cartwright.

Bryan Harris: Ha ha, those nerds look like someone just took their protractors!

Jimmy Yates: I’d say right now they’d like to slit John’s throat with their pocket protectors!

Completely frustrated by the situation, Smith Cartwright turns and walks back up the ramp. Noticing that Klinton Porter has finally come to consciousness enough to open his eyes, Loco drops down onto his knees, hooks a leg for good measure, and arrogantly counts the pinfall along with the referee.

One…

Alan Ducard: Greyson showing no signs of life…

Two…

Jimmy Yates: He was our hope…

Three.

The crowd boo’s mercilessly, throwing debris and projectiles as they are completely deflated over what John Thomas did to the challenger.

Jimmy Yates: He’s a cheat and a coward, pure and simple! Oh God what’s happening now?

JT slides back into the ring, and Loco stands with the belt making a quick motion to the back, and Anarchy head down the aisle. After giving the reigning champion a hug, John whispers something into Martinez’s ear, and Loco gives him a nod in response. As T.Rex and Arch Angel take their place in front of Loco and John as the fans shout all manner of derogatory and obscene statements at the Cirque de Mofo. Blade, who is just starting to come around, finds himself quickly pulled to his feet, once again in JT’s chicken wing grip. Loco grabs the gold, charges, and nails him with the title belt.

Alan Ducard: Oh, come now…!

The crimson begins to flow from Greyson’s forehead. JT drops Blade, and Loco stands over him with the belt, taunting him, as now Anarchy along with JT begin a boot party on Greyson.

Jimmy Yates: They are ripping The Outlaw apart!

Alan Ducard: I agree James, and it’s appalling – someone needs to put a stop to this.

Bryan Harris: Yeah and taking on the Circus? Domination is on a mission, CB went through hell tonight to get the No Limits title, and X-Calibur is suspended.

He appears at the top of the rampway, but only for a moment as he rushes to the ring in a flash wielding the steel. He’s not dressed for a fight, but he’s more than willing to unleash unfathomable violence when necessary. He slides into the ring behind Anarchy, and proceeds to drive the chair into the unsuspecting T.Rex, and the impact alerts the rest of the Cirque de Mofo immediately bail from the ring. Arch Angel quickly grabs T. Rex by the arm to help get out of the ring, and the warrior with a weapon whose shocking appearance has the Indianapolis crowd in a frenzy.

Bryan Harris: What is HE doing here? He doesn’t work here does he?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know Bryan, but he is a multiple-time world Champion and has worked all over the globe from DIWF to SHOOT to OPW, so I wouldn’t doubt LEGACY would want him on board.

Alan Ducard: Well gentlemen I’m in as much surprise as you, or this now frenzied capacity crowd. The Cirque de Mofo is gone, but now what’s going to happen? These two have an amazing history together as rivals …

The Outlaw slowly begins to gather his bearings, the blood still trickling down his face. He grabs the ropes to pull himself up. He knows there’s a reason the beating stopped, and for that he would in almost all instances be grateful. However, as he turns around his eyes go wide with surprise and the adrenaline rush kicks in once more as he sees before him one of his greatest adversaries. The Outlaw questioningly takes a small step back and a silent hand is outstretched to him … the hand of Azraith DeMitri.

Jimmy Yates: Azraith DeMitri has extended his hand to The Outlaw right here in a LEGACY ring! I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

Alan Ducard: Nor can I, James, nor can I!

The crowd waits in anticipation as The Outlaw looks Azraith square in the eye, searching him for treachery, and cautiously he reaches out and shakes hands with DeMitri as the fans go CRAZY.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw may not have come away with the title tonight, but he just very well may have come away with a new ally in the form of an old rival. Welcome to LEGACY Azraith DeMitri.

The camera pans in as Azraith raises a bloody Outlaw’s hand and both men stand tall amidst the cheers of the crowd as the scene fades to black.