Bryan Harris: Well look who's back...

Alan Ducard: Actually, Smith Cartwright showed up on STRIFE 50 during the main event.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but I don't think he was acting in any sort of official capacity, which I thought we might never have to see again.

Jimmy Yates: Well look who guessed wrong.

As the front office representative walks down the ramp, he slaps hands with a few excited fans, then completes the trek towards the ring, ascends the steps, and gets into the ring. After he raises a hand to
acknowledge the reaction from the fans, he signals for his music to stop, and then he starts in with his announcement.

Smith Cartwright: After being gone the first four months of this year, let me just say that it's great to be back and to hear a great ovation like that. It makes what I did to get suspended all the more worth it.

Jimmy Yates: What did he do?

Alan Ducard: Something that the front office doesn't want mentioned in a public forum.

Smith Cartwright: Now, onto the reason I'm out here. In 2008, LEGACY produced a pay per view event which included a match which hadn't been seen for seven years prior to that night, and because of the great
success of that evening, the front office wanted me to come out here tonight and let you all know that they're going to do it again. Fans in Detroit, tickets go on sale this Saturday for Glimmer of Hope 2009...

The fans start cheering even before the announcement is completed.

Smith Cartwright: And just like last year, 15 men will again compete in the Co-Op Challenge!

The ovation picks up a notch, and so Cartwright waits before continuing.

Smith Cartwright: I'm not just out here to announce that the match will be taking place, I'm also here to let you know who the 5 team captains will be. The front office made its decision by trying to ensure that as many individuals as possible will be included in the match who did not compete in last year's Co-Op Challenge. With that in mind, the first chosen competitor - and in many people's opinion the favorite to win the whole thing - a cornerstone of LEGACY... "The OUT-LAW"... Greyson Blade.

The mere mention of the former World Champion's name gets the crowd excited.

Smith Cartwright: The second team captain, one of the main attractions in LEGACY from its inception and one of Greyson Blade's biggest rivals... the two-time LEGACY World Champion... Marcus Marion.

A polar opposite response to how the fans reacted to Greyson's name being announced, booing pours in from the corners of the arena when they hear Marion's name.

Smith Cartwright: History could be made during this year's Co-Op Challenge as Greyson Blade could be in the ring for the first time ever with arguably the two biggest rivals of his LEGACY tenure, as the
third team captain is none other than "The Albino Abomination"... Issac Entragian.

The booing picks up again but is interrupted...

"On Another Day... C'mon C'mon"

And on the Legacy-Vision Jumbo Tron 6000 we see the words:

"The Cirque is in Town"

As a big top fades in out from the back steps Loco Martinez wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt. The boos begin to reign down as John Thomas follows closely behind, and both members of Anarchy wearing their secret service garb flanking them. The three pause at the top of the ramp smirking cockily before heading to the ring. They get to the ring. Walk up the steps and step through the ropes into the ring.

The music fades away and the four stand in the middle basking in the absolute hatred pouring from the fans. Loco snaps the mic from Smith. He eyeballs Smith curiously.

Loco Martinez: You were gone? With all the garbage I've been put through I could have sworn it was YOU doing. *he smirks and shakes his head* Man, you Managelote types really are all the same. But no matter what YOU or any other big wig suit do to ME... to US? We stand here before you still on top of the world. And finally you've started to realize who Legacy's meal tickets really are. So... before you make this next announcement I wanted to make sure me and the boys were out here. To remind everyone of the mindless crotch waffles in the crowd *Huge boos* ... to every untalented wanna be in the back ... To every authority figure who THINKS they run this show. To remind you all:

Who it is YOU *points to the crowd* come to see.

Who it is YOU *points to the backstage area* strive to be.

Who it is *gestures to the Cirque and in a mocking tone towards Smith* WHO really runs. this. place!

The crowd is livid. Smith looks annoyed, and grabs the mic back.

Smith Cartwright: Okay, we get it, CHAMP, you're on top of the world... but I have an announcement to make.

Looking as if he's going to initially just stand back and let Smith talk, Loco then swiftly and coolly swipes the microphone back from Cartwright.

Loco Martinez: Yes, THE announcement about the Co-Op Challenge. That's why we're out here, too, Smithy. We wanted to be here at the crack of history, LEGACY's "Big Bang". We wanted to be here, in person, live on screen, when you made the announcement which is going to solidify a Legend... and further demonstrate to the world at large how truly talented The Cirque really is.

Locking eyes with Smith Cartwright, Loco takes a moment and then casually hands the microphone back to Cartwright, who couldn't look more furious right now, though his 6'1" / 172 lb frame wouldn't support any notion of anything even remotely resembling violence. Turning his gaze on a smirking John Thomas for a moment, Smith sighs and then does what he's here to do.

Smith Cartwright: Yes, I came out here tonight to announce a few things, and since I've already announced the first three team captains for the Co-Op Challenge, I may as well announce that the fourth captain is standing in front of me... Cirque du LAME-O member John Thomas.

The Cirque's expression sour as they glare down at Smith. John Thomas looks annoyed, but you can also tell that he expected a comment like that. Anarchy step forward looming over Smith like two bullies about to atomic wedgie the hell out of Cartwright. Loco snatches the mic back.

Loco Martinez: Always with a snide remark. Maybe if you did your job with a little class and professionalism you wouldn't have GOTTEN suspended. *Crowd Boos this* But JT being in the Co-Op just means one thing? A whole lot of Cirque du MoFo at the top of every Legacy Card. Every Episode of Strife. Every Pay Per View Main Event. John Thomas is, quite simply, the only *looks at Anarchy while saying this* SINGLES competitor in Legacy who has the ability and skill to have the right to step into the ring with The Greatest Show on Earth. John Thomas is talented enough that he doesn't even need a team to help him discard the dreck you just named as "Captains" of their respective teams. Tonight you see step #1 of Legacy and the Cirque du MoFo reaching new heights. With one of us main eventing shows, winning titles, and displaying my over all dominance, skill, and sex appeal. Ratings skyrocketed. Buyrates were through the roof.

A brief pause in which Loco beems with pride.

Loco Martinez: You fat asses *points to the crowd who answers with venomous booing* - were able to bring yourself to bathe. *stops. sniffs at the air and makes a sour face* -- okay maybe only a few of you actually bathed. But, thanks to ME you actually LEFT your trailers. *boos get louder* You actually did something. And I have rewarded you with stories and tales of how you were "In the arena the night that Loco Martinez...." -- fill in awesome Loco moment here. *A strong Lo-co sucks chant starts, which Loco ignores*

Loco Martinez: And now? With two of us? Imagine what great heights we will take this cesspool to. When John Thomas wins the Co Op Challenge and he and I square off in our inevitable "Match of the Year... Match of the Decade... and most importantly... MATCH. OF. FOREVER!" And continue to school you people, and every roster member, and even the jackasses that run this place. You'll know exactly how good we are. And that NOBODY can get in our way. NOBODY can stop us... or hell... SLOW us. Not guys like Blade, or Carver. And damn sure not guys like Moxley. Absolutely. Positively. NO. Bo. D-

Loco's mic is suddenly cut. The lights go very dim, and completely pitch black at the entrance ramp. A voice comes over the PA.

???: Aaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnd.....that's enough of that.

There is an incredibly small smattering of cheers, as a few people recognize the voice. Loco and the Cirque look on confused. Not recognizing the voice. The LEGACY Vision Jumbo-Tron 6000 comes to life, spelling out the following-

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The words suddenly rearrange themselves, the letters turning green and purple as they rearrange until, finally, an actual word, or, an actual name is spelled out.

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There is a flash of green and purple pyros as Jester Smiles, former SHOOT Project World Champion and 2008 Master of the Mat, LEAPS out from the back, a green and purple mardi gras mask on his face, blue jeans, and a LEGACY t-shirt. "Pressure" by Skindred plays over the PA system, and the crowd is on their feet, screaming and cheering for the newest arrival.

Alan Ducard: I-I-I...I don't believe it...

Bryan Harris: Jester Smiles is...

Jimmy Yates: That's right, ladies and gentlemen, it looks like The Hero has come to LEGACY, and all the members of Cirque Du Mofo look none to happy about it either.

Jester Smiles is slow making his way to the ring, as he stops to high five as many fans as he possibly can, beaming brightly, excited to be alive it seems. The Cirque just glare on, Loco looking particularly stunned.

After making his way around the ring to Josephina, Jester asks very politely for a microphone. Josephina hands him one, and Jester takes a moment to take Josephina's hand and kiss it, bowing. Josephina blushes, and Jester backs away, sticking his tongue out and smiling. The crowd continues to cheer, and a few laugh at Jester's display.

Bryan Harris: I have a feeling I'm not going to like this guy.

Jester slides into the ring, microphone in hand his back to The Cirque. After the cheers die down, Jester puts the microphone to his mouth.

Jester Smiles: Sooo...uhhh...this is LEGACY, huh?

The fans again pop loudly. Jester fakes a wince, holding his ears.

Jester Smiles: Wow, you guys are LOUD!

Another big pop, and Jester nods approvingly.

Jester Smiles: So, onto more important, exciting, and sexually stimulating topics, my name, is Jester Smiles...

Big pop.

Jester Smiles: And I am here to be the HERO OF LEGACY!!!

Even BIGGER pop. Jester suddenly turns around, pointing his finger at Loco Martinez.

Jester Smiles: And YOU sir...are a doucheface.

Mixture of cheers and laughter. Loco yells something at Jester, but it can't be heard over the cheers, and Loco's mic is still off.

Jester Smiles: No no, you're done talking. See, here's the thing Marty. I'm gonna call you Marty, and I hope you don't mind. See, Marty, I'm the new Hero of this place, in case you didn't get the memo, and, see, heroes are supposed to work to change the things they see around them that are wrong. Well, see, I look around me and...

Jester looks to his left.

Jester Smiles: Looks fine there.

Jester looks to his right.

Jester Smiles: Nope, still good.

Jester turns and looks behind him.

Jester Smiles: That is a lovely entrance ramp.

Jester turns back to Loco.

Jester Smiles: Oh, there's your problem right there. You're an [bleep]hole.

Crowd pops for this.

Bryan Harris: Some hero, cursing and what not.

Alan Ducard: SHUSH!

Jester Smiles: Now, what are we going to do about this problem, Loco? What should could we possibly d-

Suddenly, Jester drops the mic and lashes out, dropping Loco Martinez with a stiff right! Smith Cartwright avoids the fray and runs to the far corner to make an exit. Loco goes down and rolls out of the ring, leaving Jester with John Thomas and ANARCHY. Jester begins to throw fists at T-Rex, actually knocking T-Rex back a bit, but soon, the numbers catch up, as Arch Angel and John Thomas start beating down on Jester.

Bryan Harris: Who would’ve guessed that a Jester would make a mistake this big, attacking the Cirque!

Jester continues to swing wildly, but the numbers are against him. The crowd boos the disadvantage, but suddenly begin to cheer wildly as HERB MOXLEY makes his way to the ring!! Moxley hits the ropes and launches a double dropkick, hitting John Thomas and Arch Angel in the back and off of Jester! Jester now begins to swing for the fences at T-Rex, showing impressive striking power. Loco, however, from outside the ring, calls his boys off, and they all retreat as quickly as possible. Jester spits on the mat and smiles brightly as he waves for Loco Martinez to come in the ring. When it is made clear that Loco is not coming in, Jester looks over at Moxley and the two quickly shake hands, causing the crowd to pop once more!

Alan Ducard: If it was a mistake to make that attack, it was a short-lived mistake thanks to Herb Moxley!

Climbing up the steps again, Smith Cartwright reenters the ring, fixes his suit jacket, and lifts his microphone again.

Smith Cartwright: All week, I’ve been wondering how I was going to announce the fifth Co-Op Captain’s name, seeing as how we didn’t know who that person would be. A couple weeks ago, the LEGACY front office sent out an invitation to Jester Smiles in order to welcome him to be a part of this year’s Co-Op Challenge as a captain… and I guess we got his answer!

The crowd cheers, and all four members of the Cirque seem frustrated and ready to head back to the locker room, but before they take more than a couple steps back up the ramp, Smith Cartwright remembers that he’s got another announcement.

Smith Cartwright: Oh, and one more thing...

“Harvester of Sorrow” hits the airwaves. The fans... absolutely... loses it.

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL!!

Jimmy Yates: Looks like somebody’s back!!

Bryan Harris: Grrrreat.

From behind the curtains out walks X-Calibur, his medium length dark brown hair flowing loosely down his shoulders. He wears a skin tight Affliction brand skull and wings tee, a pair of faded blue jean shorts, and white and gold Adidas. Looking out into the crowd, X-Calibur smiles as everyone marks out over his grand return to the LEGACY scene after being suspended for two shows.

Alan Ducard: Just LISTEN to this reaction!!

It doesn’t take long for the Metallica song to die down, and it takes an even less amount of time for the audience to break out into an “X-Cal! X-Cal!”, chant. Some in the front rows even try dispersing a “Wel-come Back!” chant. Looking directly ahead with a microphone already in hand, X-Calibur eyes up his World Champion nemesis standing alongside his Cirque du MoFo cohorts outside of the ring. Looking back up into the ring at Herb Moxley and the newly appearing Jester Smiles, X-Calibur winks at them with a broad smile on his face.

Smith Cartwright: I’m sure a lot of you all were wondering why X-Calibur wasn't named as one of the five team captains for the Co-Op Challenge… and it’s because this year’s Co-Op Challenge is for the Number One Contendership to the World Title…

The excitement level grows, anticipating the rest of the announcement.

Smith Cartwright: ...And at Glimmer of Hope 2009, X-Calibur’s already got a match… he’s going to be competing for the LEGACY World Championship in the main event!

As soon as Smith finishes making the official announcement, X-Calibur lets the remaining chants die down a bit before attempting to add anything to what has already been said.

X-Calibur: I’m done. Done with the bullsh**, Loco. Done allowing those pathetic posers standing there at your ready to interfere in OUR affairs once again. So this is my “bombshell” that I promised earlier in the week. You... versus ME. One... on ONE. LEGACY World Championship...

Loco Martinez: Hahaha. REALLY?! THAT’s your b-

X-Calibur: INSIDE OF A CELL...

Loco Martinez: Now hold on just a s-

X-Calibur: FOR ONE HOUR.

Loco Martinez goes to speak on his microphone but he is too dumbfounded to get anything coherent out.

X-Calibur: You’ve pushed me to my breaking point, Loco... and now? One way or another, it’s time for me to push you to yours.

Looking furious, Loco looks over at John Thomas, who tries to calm him down, but the World Champ appears to be having none of it.

Loco Martinez: No. NO!

Loco extends his arm and wags his finger.

Loco Martinez: I may not have any choice over whether or not I waste another title defense on you… but as for that stipulation? No way. No deal. Not gonna happen.

Still surprised by X-Calibur’s stipulation request, Smith Cartwright looks at X-Calibur and awkwardly shrugs. The camera switches to a view of X-Calibur, who is smirking.

X-Calibur: It’s only a matter of time before you agree to this stipulation. Even when we’re in that ring together at Glimmer of Hope… the bounty’s still on.

Shrugging his shoulders, X-Calibur lowers the microphone, then throws it underhand all the way down the ramp, drilling T.Rex with a thud before “Harvester of Sorrow” picks back up and X-Calibur makes his exit.

Jimmy Yates: Seeing how this is an elimination style match, there’s a chance for two of these guys to score a pinfall or submission… or one guy could set himself apart from the pack with both eliminations.

Bryan Harris: That’s right, two of these guys are gonna be pinned or submit before this match is over, and that’s how I think all three-ways should be. I think it’s lame when there’s a triple threat, because it’s un-natural.

Alan Ducard: Each of the two types of three-way matches have their advantages and disadvantages, and one would think that there won’t necessarily be a sense of urgency for the first fall like there is in a one-fall-to-a-finish triple threat match…

Jimmy Yates: But it also lets one guy be able to just sit back and watch as a fall is scored because there’s nothing to lose unless you’re the one getting eliminated.

Bryan Harris: All three of these fellas need to show LEGACY what they’re worth, so let’s get down to the action and start things off.

Jimmy Yates: A lot of interesting characters in this match.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, a trailer park punk, a skeleton, and a Pirate.

Cervantes takes a step aside, allowing Elliot Landry to make the pin. Ross Quattro is down for the count.

One…

Bryan Harris: Why did that pirate guy let Landry get the pin attempt?

Two…

Alan Ducard: Because it’s a double elimination match, no point in being a bad sport.

Crimson ghost with the shoulder up!!

Landry is up and he grabs Cervantes by the wrist and whips him into the ropes, Cervantes hits the rope, bounces, and comes running back. Landry hits the deck, taking down Cervantes with a drop toe hold, and Cervantes neck is caught in the mid rope!! Landry is up, but now so is Crimson Ghost, Crimson goes for a spinning clothesline, Landry ducks while moving forward, he reaches back – NECKBREAKER!! Seeing both men down Landry quickly climbs to the middle turn buckle – leaps! GUILLOTINE LEG DROP ON BOTH MEN!!

Jimmy Yates: Nice combination by the OPW veteran, he caught both guys across the throat with that leg drop!

Landry pins Cervantes, hooking the leg.

Ross Quattro makes the count.

One…

-- Shoulder up by Cervantes!!

Bryan Harris: Fast kickout by the pirate.

Jimmy Yates: Why do you keep calling him that?

Bryan Harris: The land black hair? That purple coat he came out in? The fedora?

Alan Ducard: He has a point; he does resemble Captain Hook…

Crimson Ghost makes a strategic roll out of the ring, leaving Cervantes and Landry in ring alone. The two men lock up, Landry wrestles Cervantes into a hammer lock, Cervantes wrangles himself out, putting Landry in an arm bar. Cervantes with some quick arms wrenches and Elliot is doubles over. Cervantes lifts his foot back – HOOK KICK TO THE HEAD. Landry reels back and Cervantes releases the arm bar – Cervantes waits for Landry to come forward after a few steps back – CERVANTES WITH A SUPER KICK TO THE CHIN!!

**CRACK**

Elliot Landry falls like a sack!!

A close-up of Crimson Ghost on the outside shows the man in shock – his mask doesn’t change expression (of course) but he animates himself as if to say “woah!”. Cervantes looks over at Ross Quattro with concern.

Alan Ducard: That kick is known as “The Code to Live by”

Ross Quattro is kneeling beside Landry, he signals to the time keeper.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Josephine Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, Elliot Landry has been ELIMINATED by KNOCKOUT!!

The crowd cheers, impressed, and some medics come into the ring to help Landry come to.

Jimmy Yates: I hope he’s alright.

Cervantes continues to look on with concern. Crimson Ghost sneaks up behind Cervantes, now in the ring. Another close up and we see the Ghost hold his index finger over the “lips” of his skull mask as if to say “ssshhh” much to the delight of the Fort Wayne audience. BACK RAKE ON CERVANTES!! Cervantes yelps in pain. Crimson grabs Cervantes by the hair and YANKS him back SLAMMING him into the ground. The medics have Landry out of the ring, he seems like he will be alright. Cervantes is up, but Ghost locks the elbows, taking him right back down in a flash with an arm drag!!

Alan Ducard: Crimson Ghost with the sneak attack, might be setting himself for the victory.

Cervantes is up again and Crimson NAILS him in the midsection with a boot, doubling him over. Crimson runs to the ropes, bounces, and charges back – Flying kick to Cervantes head takes him down!!

Jimmy Yates: Blood Hell!

Bryan Harris: Bloody Hell?

Alan Ducard: That’s my line.

While the announcers confuse themselves with the name of the signature move Crimson Ghost makes the pin attempt, Quattro makes the count.

One…

Two…

Kickout!!

Crimson Ghost is up after the near fall, he takes a boxing stand and makes some fists. Cervantes is up and Ghost makes some quick jabs to the face. Crimson goes for a big hook punch – Cervantes blocks!! Cervantes takes a step forward, countering with some big forearm smashes, his black curly hair waving wildly and he nails the forearms, Crimson Ghost starts reeling and Cervantes capitalizes, throws an arm over the shoulder, SNAP SUPLEX!! Crimson Ghost is right back up, but grabs his low back in pain, Cervantes follow up – Hip toss takedown!!

Jimmy Yates: Cervantes has quickly turned this one around!!

Crimson is up again and Cervantes with another suplex set up, he hoists up his opponent – holds him in a perfect column, VERTICLE SUPLEX!!

Cervantes makes the pin, hooking the leg.

One…

Two…

Kickout!!

Cervantes is up, he looks impressed with Crimson Ghosts resilience, Crimson goes for a spinning heel kick! Cervantes ducks and goes for a clothes line – Now Crimson ducks!! Crimson locks Cervantes from behind looking for a belly-to-back maneuver but Cervantes drives a reverse elbow into his abdomen, pushing him back, he then turns and lifts a knee to Crimson Ghost’s abdomen – doubling him over – standing head scissors, hoists Ghost up for a powerbomb!! –

CRIMSON COUNTERS WITH A HURRICANRANA!!

Alan Ducard: Another quick exchange, and nice counter by Crimson Ghost!!

While Cervantes is down Ghost runs to the ropes, jumps on the low rope, Springboard, turns in the air!!

SPINGBOARD PLANCHA INTO A PIN!!

Ross Quattro is right there!!

One…

Two…

Shoulder is up!!

Both men are up and Crimsons jabs meet Cervantes’ forearms once again. Crimson takes control this time, Isish whip – The whip is reversed!! Crimson hits the ropes, bounces, comes charging back – Cervantes scoops him up, TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!!

Wait!! Crimson Ghost Rolls off the impact!! He quickly climbs to the top turn buckle, moving like a spider. Cervantes comes charging, Crimson leaps!

FLYING TORNADO DDT!!

Jimmy Yates: The Spin Cycle!!

Crimson Ghost makes the pin.

One…

Crimson Rolls into a bridge for more leverage!!

Two…

Bryan Harris: Skelator might win this one

Three!!

Ross Quattro calls for the bell.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Ron Bailey: Sup fellas?

As Ron starts to walk into the locker room, John rips the tape, gets up from his chair and walks out the door, forcing Ron to come with him. A little surprised by the abruptness with which John greeted him, but he shakes it off.

Ron Bailey: Sup homeboy, you all set for our match tonight?

Looking a little annoyed, John shakes his head.

John Thomas: No no, you mean YOUR match tonight. The match YOU forced me into.

Ron Bailey: ‘xcuse me? FORCED you?

John Thomas: Yeah, that’s right. You forced this match. You got it booked. You kept me and Gryff from getting a second math for Team Awesomeness, which you know I’m tryin’ to do.

A little taken aback, Ron’s eyebrows point.at one another.

Ron Bailey: I didn’t keep y’all from poppin’ off. And I didn’t ask for this match, someone else decided they wanted to see it. Was I disappointed that you didn’t ask me to team up with you against Kumquats and Devastation at the SuperCard? Ya damn right I was, ‘cause you and me could be a good team if you gave us the chance… but ya didn’t.

John Thomas: If this is some kind of jealousy thing…

Ron Bailey: Nah, this isn’t about jealousy. I thought we were homeboys, I thought you wanted to see what Ron-John had to give as a tag team, but I was wrong. Turns out, the front office DID want to see what we could do, and THEY decided they wanted this match. I didn’t find somebody and request this match… they made it all on their own.

John lets out a sigh and shakes his head.

Ron Bailey: You got beef? It ain’t with me. I’ll see you out there, partna’.

Marion runs his right hand through his platinum blonde hair, beginning to check out the young TOV champion, more importantly, he seems to be a bit fascinated at his wardrobe, and yes, hardware. Dawson, for the evening, is dressed in a burgundy suit/tie/shoes combination. Dawson looks to be a man on a misson, he walks past Marion, on his way, seemingly, to the front office. After walking past him, Marion notices Dawson's silver rolex which matches his silver shirt; he admires the regalia.

The two, almost instinctively, cast a glance at one another. Both nod at one another, acknowledging the other's presence.

Jimmy Yates: I definitely believe it. Hazard’s a tough dude, as anyone who knows his history can attest to, and he can most certainly hang with Frank Garvin.

Alan Ducard: Not only is he looking to “hang” with Frank Garvin, but Hazard wanted this match as a way to teach Frank Garvin a lesson – namely that he doesn’t have to be sadistic to be an effective competitor in LEGACY – a lesson that Frank Garvin certainly hasn’t learned at present.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know if you saw it, Al, but Frank Garvin gave us a glimpse into his psyche earlier on this week in a taped message for Hazard on LEGACY’s website, and he’s not acting this way to try to make sure he’s effective in the ring… he absolutely loves pain and inflicting pain.

Jimmy Yates: I saw the video you’re talking about, and from the sound of it, Frank Garvin wants to prove the opposite to Hazard – that all this time, Hazard competed in those hardcore matches because deep down, he loved pain as well.

Alan Ducard: With the respective competitors feeling as they do, this match should be intense.

Momentarily stunning the One Man Riot, Garvin crosses his legs Indian style, moving forwards and backwards in a disturbing state.

Bryan Harris: This guy is... weird.

Jimmy Yates: I definitely agree with that sentiment, Bryan. I know it doesn’t often happen but... well yeah.

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure that not going for the cover here on Hazard is a great idea on Garvin’s part.

Bryan Harris: I’m not sure Garvin really cares..

Looking around at the audience who have grown eerily silent; watching in an intensified manner; Garvin creeps his way back over to Hazard and shouts, “HURT. ME.”. Garvin snaps his head down for a head-butt, but Hazard simply rolls out of the way and watches Frank connect his forehead to the canvas. Smiling, Hazard stands back up on the mat. Shooting in for a nasty kick to the ribs, Hazard stops himself seconds before connecting and shakes his head. Retreating a bit, Hazard slinks into the corner turnbuckles and watches Garvin shake the cobwebs from his head.

Alan Ducard: Why did Hazard stop short like that?

Jimmy Yates: It’s almost like... like he doesn’t wanna hurt Frank?

Bryan Harris: This guy is a master of weaponry and advocate of violence in some circles of this business, so for you to say he doesn’t want to hurt somebody is downright idiotic.

Garvin back to his feet, he eyes Hazard cautiously. Hazard peels himself from the corner and puts his hands up out of defense for Garvin. Tilting his head sideways like Michael Myers of the Halloween movies, inspecting the features on his next teenage babysitter victim, Garvin slowly walks towards Hazard with his arms outstretched. Reaching in, Garvin blatantly begins choking Hazard, using sheer force to push him back into the turnbuckles. Having none of this, Hazard throws a knee up into Garvin’s mid-section, effectively breaking the hold. Following it up with three forearm smashes to the face, Hazard shoves Garvin back off of him. Wiping away a little blood from a small cut out of the corner of his mouth, Garvin shouts, “MORE.” at Hazard.

Alan Ducard: This guy is certifiable.
Jimmy Yates: Look at him, he’s CRAVING the pain he knows Hazard can deliver.

Bryan Harris: See that right hand? It’s quivering.

Hazard maintains a defiant countenance, patiently awaiting his aggressor to do something else. Garvin continues to yell, “MORE. MORE. MORE.”, at Hazard, to which Hazard continues to shake his head with steadfast refusal. Darting forward, the light shines off Garvin’s sweat thereby giving him the complexion of a lambent beast. Garvin outstretches an arm for a clothesline and connects stiffly, sending Hazard back into the ropes. In a simple knee-jerk reaction, Hazard clotheslines Garvin back, barely being able to move the mountain of a man despite being fully capable of dropping larger men. Garvin smiles with satisfaction and retaliates Hazard’s retaliatory clothesline with a full body attack the likes of which Big Van Vader made famous.

Alan Ducard: Garvin with the takedown...

Bryan Harris: That was an awkward looking body attack there by Garvin.

Jimmy Yates: Look at him! He’s punching Hazard’s lights out!!

Hazard crumples down into the middle rope, where Garvin then unleashes a close-fisted assault, burying his knuckles into the flesh of Hazard’s face. Pieces of skin scrape off onto Hazard’s jaw until the count of five when a very lenient Don Bower chooses to admonish Garvin and physically pry him off of his opponent rather than immediately disqualify him. Wiping the blood from a gash that formed on his chin, Hazard nods his head in approval before pulling himself up off of the mat. Some of the people in attendance begin chanting, “Booooooooring!”, at Hazard and Garvin’s lack of tactical prestige within the match, but Hazard seems unaffected by it. Garvin meanwhile holds his palms to his ears and despite smiling from ear to ear as the nearby camera detects childlike whimpering and Garvin shouting, “HURT. ME.”.

Alan Ducard: This lad is bloody daft in the head. He actually WANTS Hazard to hurt him?!

Jimmy Yates: It appears that way.

Bryan Harris: Look at Garvin, he’s actually charging at him!

Running forward, Hazard counters another body attack with a drop toe hold, sending Garvin down onto his face. Following it up with an elbow drop to the back of the head, Hazard rolls off of Garvin and gets to his feet. Garvin shouts, “MORE. MORE. MORE.” with the canvas muffling his voice some, as Hazard gets to his feet, ready for anything with Frank Garvin. Garvin pounds his fists into the mat as he rises to his feet, turning his attention to where Hazard is standing. Garvin rushes forward, but Hazard side-steps him and hip tosses him down to the mat gaining some applause from the ringside crowd.

Alan Ducard: Hazard with a... uh, hip toss?

Jimmy Yates: And he used that to follow up a drop toe hold. I guess this guy wants to prove that he can actually wrestle and counter moves when he wants to.

Bryan Harris: We’ll see. I expect him to give in to his background and dump Josephina off her chair any second...

Garvin meanwhile is back on his feet, and he looks almost stunned that Hazard was able to lift him off of his feet and into the air with the hip toss. He cocks his head sideways, letting the hair droop down over his eyes as a menacing smile creeps over his mouth, his ivories stained with red after seemingly biting his own tongue from the hip toss landing. Hazard motions for Garvin to come at him again, and Garvin happily obliges.

Jimmy Yates: Garvin looking to go on the offensive...

Alan Ducard: More like looking to feel some pain, James.

Just as Garvin rushes forward though, Hazard cuts him off by shooting forward himself with an old school go behind. Twisting Garvin’s arm into a hammerlock, Hazard uses the maneuver to take Garvin off guard just long enough to transition it into a standing head-lock.

Alan Ducard: Brilliant transition there by Hazard!

Bryan Harris: That just looks weird and awkward.

Jimmy Yates: What are, “Things my Mother used to say to me in front of guests.”, Alex?

Not sure what to do or where to go, Garvin throws a couple of jabs into Hazard’s sides but the One Man Riot simply eats them up. Not wasting a single moment, Hazard spins around back into a hammerlock position, causing Garvin to try and reach up and over himself with his free arm. Just as Garvin does this though, Hazard drops down to the mat and clinches his feet around Garvin’s shins and ankles, pulling him down with a reverse drop toe hold, sending Garvin onto his back. Pushing himself up off of the mat and holding his entire body weight up with his arms in a military style push-up, Hazard’s legs push down on top of Garvin’s with an unorthodox leg-trap roll-up. Bower gets in position and administers the pin for the first time in this match-up..

Bryan Harris: My God, he might have him here... this is sad...

One!

Jimmy Yates: What a maneuver!!

Two!

Alan Ducard: That’s it!

Thr-
Alan Ducard: No it’s not! Garvin kicked out!!

As Garvin uses his lower body strength to overpower Hazard’s and explode out of the pin attempt, Garvin shoots up to his feet, showing great anger as he beats Hazard to his feet. Literally seething, Garvin throws a straight punch to the face of Hazard that connects right on the jaw. Hazard is rocked, and Garvin smells blood. Crowding Hazard with his towering frame, Garvin slaps his arms around Hazard’s neck and lifts him up in the air for a double-handed choke. Bower starts counting, making it to four before Garvin slams Hazard down to the mat with a double-handed choke bomb.

Alan Ducard: Powerful move there by Garvin! He may have it!

Bryan Harris: I don’t think Garvin cares about pins right now, Al.

Still seething, the incensed Garvin doesn’t even bother to make a cover. Instead, he climbs on top of Hazard with a full mount position and starts head-butting him repeatedly in the face.

Jimmy Yates: Oh my God, that’s sick!

Busting Hazard’s nose open with the blunt object that is his skull, Garvin looks down at the blood slowly oozing out of the now crooked bridge of Hazard’s nose and smiles. Garvin goes to wipe the blood off of Hazard’s face, but before he can Hazard whips his legs up inside of Garvin’s arms and pulls the man backwards down onto the mat with a seated sunset roll-up. Bower is right there for the pin...

Bryan Harris: Another roll-up!!

One!

Jimmy Yates: Garvin is pinned!!

Two!

Alan Ducard: His feet are flailing but he’s not going anywhere!!

THREE-

Jimmy Yates: NO!! Garvin kicked out!! Garvin kicked out!!

Alan Ducard: Blimey... lots of credit to Hazard there for seeing through Garvin’s violent tactics and coming up with an incredible mat wrestling counter!!

Bryan Harris: I can’t believe he almost beat Garvin there... wow.

Garvin gets to his feet, as incensed as ever. Hazard meanwhile lays on the mat, covers his face and after taking three deep breaths he twists his nose, snapping the cartilage back into place so that his nose is aligned once again. Screaming out loud and rolling on the mat like a fish out of water the audience lets out a collective gasp as this man howls in agony for a few moments.

Alan Ducard: This man’s toughness is unequaled!! Good God!!

Jimmy Yates: He’s like Mel Gibson!!

Bryan Harris: Where do you get anti-Semitism from that?!

Jimmy Yates: No... I mean... from Lethal Weapon. That shoulder scene?

Alan Ducard: ...

Bryan Harris: ...

Jimmy Yates: Yeah never mind.

As Hazard gets to his feet, Garvin begins pacing back and forth, not sure of what to do against Hazard’s game plan thus far in the match. With blood rushing from his nose, Hazard simply crouches down again, and motions for Garvin to “bring it”. But all of a sudden, as Bower gets in Garvin’s face and admonishes him for wasting time, Garvin swings a right hand and cleans Bower’s clock. The crowd gives a resounding “OOOOOH!!” as Bower hits the mat ass first, holding the bridge of his right eye. Not even bothering to look at the time keeper, Bower just waves his hand repeatedly, signaling for the bell. The time-keeper sees this and rings it on instinct, causing a massive shower of boos to fill the arena and Hazard to shake his head.

Alan Ducard: What?!

Jimmy Yates: You’ve gotta be kidding me...

Bryan Harris: Looks like Garvin’s had enough of Hazard’s crap in this match!!

Shouting down to Garvin, Hazard yells, “What’s the matter with you, boy? Huh?”. Grabbing her by her beautiful hair, Frank Garvin violently pulls the lovely Josephina Colbert off of the chair she was sitting on and dumps her on her ass. Josephina immediately screamed the moment Garvin touched her, which garnered a smile from the twisted skyscraper of a man. Reaching down, Garvin folds the steel chair she was sitting in and picks it up. This actually renders the crowd at a fever pitch, as each and every person in attendance come to the realization that something big and nasty is about to go down. Hazard readies himself by putting his dukes up as Garvin climb back into the ring. Looking poised to take a swing at Hazard’s face with the chair, Garvin suddenly relaxes his frame... and extends the chair to Hazard.

Jimmy Yates: What the hell?!

Bryan Harris: He wants Hazard to hurt him!! We heard him say it the whole match!!

Alan Ducard: But... WHY?!

Jimmy Yates: That’s something only Frank Garvin, and perhaps Hazard, actually know I’m afraid.

Hazard looks at the chair and then back at Garvin.

He grabs the steel chair from Garvin’s hands.

Looking out at the audience, Hazard listens to the sea of “Yes!!! Do it!”’s and “No!!!!! Don’t give in!!”’s that are emanating from all around. Looking back at Garvin... Hazard drops the chair and tells Garvin, “No.”.

Turning around, Hazard steps through the ropes and down to the outside mat as Ted Nugent’s classic “Stranglehold” begins blaring over the loud speakers. Aghast by Hazard’s refusal to commit himself to an act of violence, Garvin’s trembling hands and fingers reach down for the steel chair and grasp the cold steel tightly. As Hazard is halfway up the ramp, Garvin exits the ring and charges after Hazard with the steel chair in the air; almost like that classic moment in Texas Chainsaw Massacre when Leatherface chases that girl on the road during the final moments of the film.

Alan Ducard: Oh my... LOOK OUT!!!

Jimmy Yates: Too late...

THUD. Hazard goes down face first against the steel ramp as Frank Garvin connects the steel to the back of his adversary’s head. Hazard instinctively tries to cover himself up, but Garvin just waylays the man repeatedly until Hazard goes limps. Turning Hazard’s unconscious body over, Garvin then continues the onslaught by smashing the steel right into Hazard’s forehead enough times until he busts him open. As the laceration parts itself across Hazard’s forehead blood seeps down his face like a falling red curtain. Dropping the chair, Garvin whimpers out, “WHY WON’T YOU HURT ME?!” at Hazard like a masochistic child pleading for his Father to belt him one.

Alan Ducard: This is disturbing... I can’t even watch this...

Dropping down to one knee, straddling Hazard’s unconscious, bleeding frame, Garvin sticks both of his thumbs inside the corners of Hazard’s mouth. Slowly, he begins stretching the skin outwards. He reaches the point where Hazard’s flesh is about to rip apart when LEGACY officials finally run down the ramp way to tackle Garvin off of Hazard, preventing him from doing any more damage than what has already been done. As Hazard lies there bleeding like a stuck pig from the forehead, LEGACY officials and a few security guards surround the murderous Garvin.

Garvin calmly rises to his feet and looks at Hazard bleeding. Almost looking... sad. Lowering his head like a scolded child, Garvin lets out a slight whimper before heading slowly past Hazard to the curtains. Once Garvin disappears behind them, a medical team appears from the sides of the entrance area with a stretcher and all the trimmings a medical team prepares one with before admitting them to a ride on the ambulance.

Ethan Leers: This [bleep]…

The camera pans down and we see that Ethan is holding Crazy Boy’s No Limits Championship.

Ethan Leers: …is [bleep]ing mine.

The intensity of booing intensifies even higher as Ethan sneers as he walks off camera.

MARCUS MARION: If you children don't pipe down I will be forced to drop this mic, board the plane, and head back to Atlanta, are you sure that is what you want?

CROWD: HELL YES!! HELL YES!! HELL YES!!

MARCUS MARION: Hmm, didn't think so. Normally, I wouldn't subject myself to the patronizing of you lowlifes, if of course, there wasn't some incentive in it for me. And hell, what do you know, I missed the first one but word on the street is, the first LEGACY CO-OP was such a SMASHING success, guess who they invited to be involved in the SECOND go-around. Not just invited, but begged to be the captain of a team?

The crowd groans. Marion's faux humility shines through. It's like he couldn't wait to rub it in their faces.

MARCUS MARION: No, I don't think "ugh" is an actual name of a person. No, they named the first and ONLY multiple time singles champion in this company that matters. They named the man who, single-handedly, made it "cool" to both watch and compete in this company. That's right...despite the constant protest of others who also claimed to have elevated this org... Blondie did it first. Blondie did it THE BEST.

The crowd lets Marion's ego induced rants go through one ear and out the other.

MARCUS MARION: I'm looking to build the VERY best team short time can buy, after all, we are only a few shows away from Glimmer of Hope. I am looking for two studs who, like the secret service, are willing to take a bullet for their leader. I am looking for two qualified individuals that want success half as bad as I want it. Half as bad, morons, will be MORE than enough to get me back to the World title.

MARCUS MARION: Keep watching STRIFE's for the latest developments, like me, they'll be a "must see" I promise.

On that, Marion binds the mic to his chest like a toddler; very satisfied with himself. Leaving the ring to a very established boo-fest from the fans.

Bryan Harris: No. John Thomas, Gryffin Anselm is a tag team. Thomas, Bailey is another example of Legacy messing with John Thomas and the Cirque on the whole.

Alan Ducard: I don't think Legacy management was punishing John Thomas, but trying to give he and Ron Bailey an opportunity. Maybe see how Bailey and Thomas work together for the upcoming Co Op Challenge.

Bryan Harris: Typical answer from someone who is "pee his pants" afraid of management!

Jimmy Yates: You're ridiculous. Lets get to the match, fellas.

One...

Two...

TH-no! Thomas shoulders up.

Alan Ducard: I've been impressed with the Canadian, Afghan Alliance teamwork here tonight.

Bryan Harris: That's a little wordy for a tag team.... how about, "Canadafghan"?

Jimmy Yates; What about "Af-Can Alliance"?

Bryan Harris: Not bad, Yates. For the first time since I started working with you, you may have earned your paycheck this week.

Franks brings John Thomas to his feet and nails a beautiful standing dropkick. He bounces up quickly. Hits the ropes and drives an elbow into the the forehead of John Thomas. He brings Thomas back to his feet. Whips him off the ropes. Leap frogs Thomas as he comes back. John bounces off the ropes, and when he gets back to Franks, Allen takes him over with a deep arm drag. He holds onto the arm, wrenching it back.

Alan Ducard: Allen Franks really bringing his A-game to this match.

Bryan Harris: With the Co Op on the horizon everyone and their mothers are trying to impress the team captains.

Jimmy Yates: Speaking of mothers, I'd like to wish a happy mother's day to my mom-

Bryan Harris: Momma's boy.

Franks really wrenches back on the arm, Thomas grits his teeth and grunts in pain, but also shoots a dirty look in Ron Bailey's direction. Bailey takes notice of this and shrugs as if saying "what did I do?" Franks stands up, he goes to bring JT up with him and John lunges and buries his right thumb into Allen Frank's left eye. The crowd reigns their displeasure down upon JT, who laughs and taunts his way to the corner before violently slapping Ron Bailey's chest, that tags himself into the match.

Bryan Harris: Haha I told you John wasn't happy with Bailey.

Alan Ducard: I don't quite understand Thomas' anger at Ron.

Bryan Harris: He wants to build his team with Gryffin. Move up the tag ranks. This doesn't do anything. Just another way of "the man" keeping J-Tizzle down.

Bailey steps into the ring, but not before glancing over his shoulder, clearly annoyed. As he turns back to Franks he's leveled with a spinning heel kick. Franks makes a quick cover.

One...

Two..NO! Bailey powers out.

Franks is back up. He bounces off the ropes, Bailey is back up quickly. Franks charges at Ron, but is leveled by a lunging clothesline from Ron Bailey. Bailey shakes his arm feeling a little effect from how hard he hit Franks there. Bailey brings Franks up and gets him in a clinch, grabbing the back of Franks head he drives a series of right knees into Franks' forehead. He the pulls him in and takes him down with a modified belly to belly. He hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

NO. Franks gets a shoulder out.

Bailey gets up and brings Franks up with a side headlock. He walks to his corner, where we see a clearly disinterested John Thomas. John just waves at Bailey imploring him to keep on the offensive. We hear him.

John Thomas: Nah, man. Nah. You got it. You got it.

John goes back to leaning against the top turnbuckle with a completely disinterested look plastered on his face. *think one hour in on a three hour lecture on the chemistry of paint trying* Bailey's eyes widen. He shakes his head frustrated.

Alan Ducard: I can't believe what we just witnessed.

Bailey takes Franks back to the middle of the ring. Whips him off the ropes. Goes for another tooth rattling clothesline, but Franks ducks it. Bounces off the top ropes and launches himself with a high cross body, taking Bailey down hard. He hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

Th-NO! John Thomas runs in and makes the save.

Alan Ducard: A little teamwork, perhaps?

Thomas leans down yelling at his tag team partner.

John Thomas: C'mon, man. You're making me look bad!

Alan Ducard: Or not.

Franks gets up tags in Bashir. The Beast stalks Bailey. As soon as Ron is on his feet, he nails him with three quick headbutts to the bridge of Bailey's nose. He then grabs his wrist and drops him with a wicked short armed clothesline. We see Thomas shaking his head negatively.

Bashir brings Bailey up, and Ron drives a quick right into Mostafa's temple. The big man is stunned. Bailey launches another right. He then stomps on the big man's foot, and nails a leg kick on the same side. Stomps on opposite foot. And follows taht up with a leg kick, before taking the big man down with a running clothesline.

Bailey then turns and heads to his corner. John Thomas continues to look as apathetic as he did before. Bailey walks angrily to his corner. He and Thomas exchange a few words, which get more and more animated. Finally Bailey holds out his hand and yells "Tag me!". Thomas shrugs and shakes his head. The crowd boos and Bailey winds up like he is going to punch Thomas when he is drilled from behind by Bashir who drives him into the corner with a running charge. Then Bashir drops down and rolls Bailey up with a sloppy looking roll up.

1...

2... Thomas looks like he's going to step into the ring to break up the pin attempt, but just hops off the apron instead.

3!!!

The bell rings as Josephina Colbert grabs the mic.

Alan Ducard: I can't believe what we saw at at the end of the match.

Bryan Harris: Good for John Thomas not taking no crap from Ron Bailey.

Jimmy Yates: John Thomas wanted no part of this tag team, and it showed, and cost Ron Bailey a pinfall.

“Someone said today...”

“LAURA SETON” appears on the right side of the 'tron as the head lifts, showing Laura's face. Everyone in attendance is now 100% sure who is on the way and, as has been the case since the St. Paul show (minus the obviously biased Milwaukee crowd) —the cheering for Laura is steadily growing with every passing week, with Ft. Wayne being no different.

“...there's no other way of playing.”

Laura comes through the curtains in a very short-sleeved female-style t-shirt, black shorts and black Nikes. Her hair is down with her bangs brushed back atop her head. Unlike her usual self, she is not fired up but rather mostly business in expression. Instead of her usual fist-pumping or something showing her energy, she just calmly makes her way to the ring whilst giving a small point here and there to the crowd base to at least give the fans an acknowledgement.

Jimmy Yates: And it looks like Laura Seton is about to pay us a visit. A gritty match she had at the past SuperCard and though she won; it was only by disqualification. Thus Matthew Dawson retained his title.

Bryan Harris: Just another example of a great champion keeping his belt. Huh, I thought she retired.

Alan Ducard: When did you bloody hear that?

Bryan Harris: She's a woman and she was in total pain after the match with the great Matthew Dawson. Logic says she would stop.

Jimmy Yates: Why?

Bryan Harris: Because she's a woman and they don't like being hurt; they can't take it.

Jimmy Yates: That's awful reasoning. I know she's tougher than that.

Bryan Harris: But is she tough enough for...

Jimmy Yates: STOP!

Bryan Harris: What?

Jimmy Yates: Just stop. Don't even say what you're thinking.

“But I'll find a way...”

She gets to the bottom of the ramp, looks at the ring and takes a deep 'huff' before diving under the bottom rope. Upon getting up, she grimaces and takes a small hold of her injured shoulder, done via Matthew Dawson at the STRIFE 50 SuperCard.

“...I'll find another way of saying.”

She hops up on the middle of the nearest corner ropes and holds as camera flashes begin going off and the cheering picks up a bit more. After a few seconds, she climbs down and walks to the opposite side of the ring, claps her hands and holds them open clamshell-style awaiting a mic to be tossed her way. One is and she gets hold of it and heads for the center of the ring, now snarling a bit as she looks to the entryway.

Alan Ducard: She doesn't look like she's having a good time.

“All the time we had for life...”

Laura: (in a stern but not overly angry tone) Cut it.

The music fades out and Laura grimaces again and does a “windmill” with her overly-aching arm to try to loosen it, but her face tells us that it seems to make things worse. The snarl is gone for a small smile and she speaks very quietly into the mic as she looks downwards.

Laura: So how we all doing tonight in Fort Wayne?

The cheap pop idea works as the full crowd roars. Laura has a laugh to herself before having another deep breath. She raises her head looks to the crowd camera-side. Obviously, she has a few thoughts.

Laura: At least 10,000 of us are having a great evening.

There's another small cheer before Laura continues.

Laura: As I'm sure you've all noticed, my last couple of weeks have sort of sucked. That's why “Milk and Cookies” is not exactly in a “Milk and Cookies” mood.

Laura looks rather upset as she continues.

Laura: There are two simple reasons for this.

She begins pacing slowly around the ring, head up the whole time looking to the crowd with each word, growing further upset as she speaks.

Laura: First off—for whatever stupid reason, Chris Turner let me go. I still don't know why—and at this point it's gone WAY beyond my worrying. He didn't want me in the first place. As much as I tried swaying him my way, it just didn't work out...

Seton shrugs and gives a dirty look to the camera as it zooms in on her.

Laura: and I'm just not giving a crap anymore! Chris, you can STICK it!

Laura gives a small air punch out of frustration with her bad arm and as she recoils, we see the aching come back to her, as she looks up and grabs the shoulder area.

Laura: OOOOWWWW!!

There are a few seconds of her groaning in pain as slight “Awww” can be heard from the crowd. As it recedes; she brings the mic back up and gets even further ticked, now on to her next point.

Laura: Then we have what went down at Strife 50. THAT WAS GARBAGE!! I'm out there busting my butt—giving it (a high pitch from anger) EVERYTHING I HAD...(calming down to her regular tone) only to see a crap ending. I won...

She gets an expression “Okay...good” as the crowd cheers lightly.

Laura: But I didn't get the belt.

The crowd boo's now as Laura goes into a rather unfamiliar “extremely pissed off” mode - at least unfamiliar to us in terms of her wrestling career.

Laura: I got beefs with two people back there! (points to the entrance) One—Matthew Dawson. That we all know. And look—I get that you want to hurt me, that's the name of the game—but USE YOUR HEAD!! How slow and stupid are you? You have me in a submission hold; it's really simple from there. You let go at '4' and reposition yourself and put the hold back on. How hard is that to understand? Hello! HELLO!? Instead of having an actual match YOU CHICKEN OUT!! What's your damage? Obviously you knew if you let go that you had absolutely no chance of winning that match and that was your only way out. YOU SCREWED ME!! EVERYTHING I've done here—a year since I got hired—earned my way to this point...only to have all that disrespected by a knob. (degradingly) You thought you had a cakewalk—and I guess I messed all that up, didn't I? Gee—sorry for messing up your chance at becoming something. Glad you can act like a man and still play fair.

She violently swings her bad arm down from all the frustration and again lets out a yelp of pain from doing so. Again, another moment of the crowd sympathizing, but she recovers and continues her anger.

Laura: TRY SCREWING ME OVER AGAIN! DO IT! (as loud as possible for the next two words) DO IIIITTTT!!! Everything you did leading in to that past show. See if I'm up for any of your sorry-sack games! I'm not playing anymore...

Suddenly a guitar riff blares throughout the arena drawing all eyes to the entrance.

“I AM IRON MAN!”

Those words echo through the arena and the music of Black Sabbath’s Iron Man picks up before Devastation walks out from behind the curtain.

Alan Ducard: And it looks like we’ve got some company! Devastation is on his way to ringside.

Jimmy Yates: He’s interrupting Laura Seton here, but nonetheless is getting a huge ovation from this capacity crowd in Fort Wayne.

Devastation approaches the ringside area wearing a red Albert Pujols t-shirt, a pair of loose fitting light blue jeans and some black and white Chuck Taylor shoes. He grabs another microphone from an official at ringside and then walks up the steel steps and into the ring. He looks at Laura Seton for a moment who gives him an icy stare back. Then he waits a moment for the crowd to quiet before he begins to speak.

Devastation: I’m sorry to come out here and interrupt your little pity party but I’ve got some unfinished business with Dawson myself.

The crowd is a little taken aback by that but still very supportive of the former Tao of Valor and World Heavyweight champion as he stands in the center of the ring, microphone in hand. Before he can continue though, Laura Seton interrupts.

Laura Seton: You might have a problem with Dawson, but this is MY time right now and I don’t appreciate you coming out here and interrupting me like you did. I didn’t need your help on the Super Card and I don’t need you coming out here and taking up my time!

The sarcasm just drips from Devastation as he starts to speak immediately after Laura had stopped.

Devastation: Yeah, Sorry to come out at the end of your match and stop Matthew Dawson from crippling you. You sure looked like you had everything under control so I don’t know what I was thinking.

Devastation just glares at Laura for a moment, waiting a few seconds before he continues.

Devastation: You know, you come out here and whine and complain about how you got screwed in your title match when in reality you’ve got no one to blame that on but yourself. You could have walked out with the title but you’re the one stupid enough to lock a submission hold … outside the ring. Dawson might have left that submission hold on too long in order to walk out of there with his title, but you could have had the match ended long before if you would have just thought about it.

The crowd doesn’t know what to think at this point, they just sit back waiting what Devastation will have to say next. The wait is not long as Devastation continues to speak after just a few moments pause.

Devastation: And if you used your head now, you’d realize I have just as much claim – no more claim to getting him back in that ring. Putting aside the way he obtained that title, the humiliation of the banner hanging in my own hometown, to inserting himself in my match last week – all of that aside, I am the former Tao of Valor champion, and as such I deserve another shot at Dawson and the title.

There is an intensity in Devastation’s voice – scary intensity from this normally calm and collected individual.

Devastation: Dawson, you and I have a lot of unfinished business, and we both know that you can’t hide forever. Sooner rather than later, it’s going to be you and me one on one inside these ropes and when that happens I’m taking my belt back. You’re a coward Matt, and everyone knows that. You always have to cheat to win a match. You always attack people from behind. You want to interfere in my matches but you don’t have the balls to confront me one on one. Hell, you had to keep that submission hold on and get yourself disqualified just to retain against Laura over here. What’s going to happen when you get back inside the ring not with a hothead, but a cold, calculated technical wrestling machine like myself? You will lose. It’s inevitable. You’re going to have to give me a rematch at some point and when you do…

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“Touch, Peel, Stand” by Days of the New hits the PA system, and the crowd in Fort Wayne unleashes a flurry of boos and jeering upon the arrival of none other than the Tao of Valor Champion, Matthew Dawson. Matthew steps out on the stage dressed in that burgundy suit with silver accents, the Tao of Valor championship over his shoulder, and the beautiful Elena Pisk on his arm. Dawson raises his arms and pyrotechnics explode around the stage signaling his arrival, and Dawson stands tall a top the rampway holding up the Tao of Valor Championship to taunt his adversaries in the ring and the live LEGACY crowd. Dawson then makes a motion like he’s headed to the ring, but then he stops and looks at the crowd in disgust, and then backs up to the top of the rampway where he takes a microphone from Elena, and motions for his music to stop.

HOTN: You know, I was about to come down to that ring and address The Baron of Boring and She-Ra down there, but there is absolutely NOTHING ELITE about this town, and you don’t deserve The Highlight of the Night in that ring. In fact you are all just privileged that I would even come to this town, let alone allow you the pleasure of a glimpse of the most beautiful woman in wrestling today …

With that Dawson nods and Elena turns around with a little spin on his arm.

HOTN: or a photo opportunity of the one and only ELITE. Tao of Valor Champion in this company’s history. In fact, you can all now tell each and every one your unfortunate offspring that you did in fact have a brush with true greatness by being in the same arena as yours truly.

You can tell the fighters in the ring are getting disgusted and antsy listening to Dawson insult the crowd, and just as they are each about to interject, Dawson turns his venom towards them.

HOTN: The same goes for you two in the ring. Seriously, I really didn’t plan to come out here and deliver the news to you personally, but allowing you both to come out here on the mic was a serious mistake – like a 17 year-old letting her idiot teenage boyfriend go bareback. I’m here to rectify the situation like a healthy dose of “Plan B” to stop things before they get any worse.

Dawson just shakes his head.

HOTN: Listening to both of you whine and cry is excruciatingly painful – it’s like watching the two retards from The Other Sister trying to figure out how to have sex. No one wants to see or hear it. No one needs to see or hear it. The bottom line is you both are pathetic. Ohhhhhh he’s a coward. Ohhhhh he screwed me over. I did everything I said I would do from beating the Baron for the belt, and putting the Princess of Power in a world of pain. You don’t like how I did it, well tough SH*T. The bottom line is both of you seriously underestimated me – and now you stand there humiliated and beaten, and here I stand as the Tao of Valor Champion.

Dawson raises the title slowly once more before allowing Elena to strap the belt around his waist. The crowd jeers every instant of that action, and a giant “A**HOLE” chant begins to boom through the area.

HOTN: Now, if I had my way, I wouldn’t be stepping into the ring again with either of you. As far as I’m concerned neither of you could keep the belt from going home with me, and neither of you deserves another shot at The ELITE. However, I knew both of you would be chomping at the bit for another shot at LEGACY’s own Highlight of the Night, so went to management earlier tonight and with Solomon-like wisdom I proposed a resolution to this issue – one that management did indeed smile upon. You both want another shot, you both think you deserve it at the expense of the other. Well, anything worth having is worth fighting for inside that ring. So next week, it will be She-Ra vs. The Baron of Boring in a one-on-one match, and the winner of that … “epic” … will get another shot at being beaten by me.

For the first time in LEGACY history, the fans cheer something that comes out of Dawson’s mouth, and a Cheshire grin forms across his lips.

HOTN: You know, I’m not usually into comedy matches – but I think I’m going to really enjoy watching you two beat each other to a pulp trying to get one more chance to fail against me.

Dawson stares down his nemesis with a flash of wickedness in his eyes.

HOTN: Now that’s entertainment!

With that Dawson’s music hits and he turns on his heel, leaving Laura and Devastation staring each other down in the ring as the scene cuts out.

Bryan Harris: All of that analysis for a No Limits match – lately they’ve been looking like something out of an OPW broadcast – violent, animalistic, and everything but the kitchen sink.

Jimmy Yates: Yes, but No Limits is geared around the fighter’s abilities. I’d expect to see that madness out of guys like Leers and Entragian – and while Azraith is rather skilled with weaponry, I think we’re going to see a lot of technical prowess in this one – “extreme technicality” if you will.

Alan Ducard: Well, this is shaping up to be an interesting match to be sure. After that surprising debut saving his former arch nemesis The Outlaw at the close of Strife 50, can Azraith keep up that momentum as he steps into a LEGACY ring for his first match, or will Tyr derail DeMitri before he can even truly get started? Let’s get to that footage.

Alan Ducard: Azraith with a huge right hand and Tyr staggers back. Tyr responses with a left hand to the jaw, and a kick to the thigh! DeMitri buckles and Tyr goes low and hits him with a palm thrust to knock him back to full height. Azraith is reeling and there’s a vicious chop to the throat! DeMitri is clutching his throat and he’s vulnerable.

Jimmy Yates: He can’t get air right now Alan – it’s a simple but amazingly effective blow. Even the fans near us here at ringside cringed seeing that impact.

Bryan Harris: Everyone has been salivating at the prospect of seeing Azraith in LEGACY – what about the prospect of seeing Tyr in the ring. Where’s the admiration for his abilities?

Jimmy Yates: You’re only giving Tyr love because Azraith saved The Outlaw last week and crashed the Cirque de Mofo boot party on Greyson after screwing him out of the LEGACY World Title.

Bryan Harris: So?

Alan Ducard: Can we get back to the action here gents? After that throat chop Tyr struck again with a chop to the side of the neck and Azraith went down to the floor, and now Tyr seems to be stalking DeMitri.

Tyr closes in on Azraith waiting until just the right moment to strike, and the quickly goes for the throat.

Alan Ducard: He’s going for a choke! He’s going to try and choke him out.

Jimmy Yates: Azraith is struggling, but Tyr has it … he has it locked on him!

Bryan Harris: Nighty-night Sandman!

Alan Ducard: And the fall would count due to the “Falls Count Anywhere” nature of No Limits matches.

DeMitri struggles against the joke for a moment, but thinking quickly he uses his strength to rush backwards and drive Tyr spine first into the ringpost with secondary impact on his head. The shot releases the hold, and Tyr falls to the floor as Azraith goes down to one knee clutching his throat, using the ring apron to keep himself from going completely down.

Jimmy Yates: DeMitri showing quick thinking there to use his surroundings to not just escape the hold, but change the momentum of the match.

After a few moments Azraith pushes back to his feet, and pushes a few strands of blue hair out of his eyes as he once again focuses on Tyr. Azraith pulls Tyr to his feet but instead of throwing a punch or a kick or going for a hold, Azraith rears back and delivers a vicious, devastating headbutt to Tyr, sending him right back to the ground – the crowd “ooooooo’ing” at the brutality of the shot.

Jimmy Yates: You don’t like DeMitri even when he shows flashes of brutality like that Bryan?

Bryan Harris: Okay, okay I still don’t like him, but I still do have a place in my heart for that kind of violence – just like I’ll always have a place in my bed for your mom Jimbo.

Alan Ducard: Was that at all necessary Bryan?

Bryan Harris: Not for the match, but it made me feel better.

Alan Ducard: Azraith now pulling Tyr up to his feet and there’s the Irish whip and he sends Tyr right into the ringsteps with a huge impact, and they are dislodged. He has Tyr down now and he’s searching under the ring for something.

Jimmy Yates: Azraith does like his weapons, and he’s emerging under the ring with a kendo stick!

Azraith pulls the stick out with a wicked smile, holding it up to the fans at ringside to a rather sizable cheer. DeMitri then turns to Tyr who is pushing back up to his feet. Azraith measures him, spinning the stick around his hands like it was a natural extension of his own arm. Then as Tyr turns, Azraith begins to dissect him – a shot to the side of the head, then the side of the neck and as Tyr moves to cover up, DeMitri attacks his vulnerable ribs with multiple shots before moving down to his thighs. DeMitri pounds away violently at Tyr and finally he cracks him across the bridge of the nose where the headbutt had landed and busts him open with a shot that knocks Tyr to the floor.

Alan Ducard: What an amazing assault from Azraith, and now he’s making the cover on the outside! Here comes Ross Quatro making the count!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO!

It was an amazing assault but Tyr manages to get the shoulder up, and this match will continue.

Jimmy Yates: It will continue but Azraith was just amazing with that weapon there gentlemen.

Bryan Harris: Amazing, but Tyr still had the intestinal fortitude to kick out in the wake of that barrage.

DeMitri pulls Tyr up and pulls him in front of the ring post. He goes back for the kendo stick and he whirls around attempting a quick, violently, knockout-type blow, but Tyr manages to evade the blow, and drops, delivering a sweep kick that knocks DeMitri off his feet and to the floor. Not wanting to give Azraith a chance to recover, Tyr then quickly drives the knee into Az’s forehead, crushing his skull into the floor to stun him.

Alan Ducard: Tyr looks to be back in control of this match. He has Azraith down on the floor, and he’s just stomping away at Azraith. He’s driving those expert shots down into his head, his face, and now down into his chest.

Jimmy Yates: This is like a “Garvin Stomp” by someone who actually knows what they’re doing with each blow. He’s targeting specific areas for maximum impact and efficiency.

Bryan Harris: Well in a No Limits match you have to expect to take a lot of pain as well as give a lot of it, and now Azraith is on that receiving end.

Alan Ducard: Azraith is trying to cover up, but Tyr is just picking the open shots. Now he has Azraith up and there’s a kick that knocks DeMitri back over the bottom of the ringsteps. Tyr now making a move towards the top half of the ringsteps and he’s bringing them over to DeMitri and … he DRIVES those steel steps down into Azraith’s chest! There’s another shot and another!

Jimmy Yates: Tyr now finally dropping the steps and he pulls Azraith to his feet, and there’s a quick DDT on the floor! Tyr using that speed to quickly make the cover!

Alan Ducard: He has the leg hooked!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO!

Azraith gets the shoulder up! He kicked out but just looking at him you know that blow took a lot out of him.

Bryan Harris: He needed that move to be effective Al. Tyr is really bleeding from that kendo stick shot – I’m not sure how much either man has left at this point.

Alan Ducard: Tyr is stalking Azraith again, and it looks like he might try to get him in another choke, and a good blood choke could be a great way to end it quickly.

Bryan Harris: Cut off the blood supply and watch’em drop eh Al?

Alan Ducard: Something like that Bryan, but now Azraith is pushing up to his feet, and Tyr is going for that choke again … but Azraith grabs the head and drops, driving his skull into Tyr’s jaw for the surprise jawbreaker!

Jimmy Yates: I know the crowd has really been against DeMitri over the large portion of his career, but the LEGACY crowd is giving him a real chance here – cheering with that big reversal that may get Azraith back into the driver’s seat.

Azraith goes under the ring and then time emerges with a baseball bat, and a chair, and slides both inside the ring with the kendo stick. DeMitri then turns his attention to Tyr who is coming at him, but Azraith meets him with kick to the gut, doubling him over. Azraith pulls Tyr into the standing headscissors and then heaves him up and …

Alan Ducard: POWERBOMB INTO THE RING APRON!

Jimmy Yates: I’ve seen turnbuckle powerbombs before but nothing really like this and Tyr is in a WORLD of pain. He’s down on the outside, and now Azraith has Tyr at his mercy.

Azraith looks at his handiwork and catches his breathe before pulling Tyr up and rolling him under the bottom rope to take the action back inside the ring, and Ross Quatro follows. Upon entering the ring, Azraith grabs the baseball bat and motions for Tyr to get to his feet. Tyr obliges DeMitri whether he wants to or not and gets to his feet, but Azraith drills him in the back with a homerun swing. Tyr falls forward and to the ropes, and the ropes keep him up. Azraith drops the bat and hooks the arm taking Tyr up ..

Alan Ducard: Azraith holding Tyr in that vertical position allowing the blood to rush to the head and … he shifts and reverses to a powerbomb drop! Orange Crush from DeMitri! Tyr took all the shots to the spine! Azraith going for the cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe Tyr kicked out!

Bryan Harris: He is a man of mystery and full of surprises – even Azraith looks a little shocked that the move didn’t pick up the victory.

Azraith gathers his bearings and whips Tyr hard into the buckles, and he quickly moves in as Tyr staggers out, looking for the Roaring Elbow. However, Tyr dodges and responds by delivering the Rei Ki …

Alan Ducard: Rei Ki! Tyr’s heart punch connects and Azraith is down! Tyr with that big reversal and he’s bought himself some time.

For a few moments both men recover, slowly getting back to their feet, but Tyr is up first, and catches Azraith with a big uppercutting blow, knocking the big man backwards then Tyr goes to work with a flurry of chops and kicks, one after another, driving Azraith to the ropes. Tyr sends Azraith off with the Irish whip and on the rebound he meets him with a big back elbow.

Alan Ducard: Tyr has DeMitri staggered, and there’s a HUGE roundhouse kick that knocks Azraith the other way towards the buckles and … TYR WITH THE ROLL-UP!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Jimmy Yates: That hard kick to the face almost allowed that roll-up out of nowhere to get the pinfall! Tyr is really picking his spots well here in the late goings of this match – he just hasn’t been able to cash in with the victory.

As Azraith tries to shake the cobwebs, Tyr begins setting up the chair that Azraith had brought into the ring before turning his attention back to DeMitri. Tyr grabs Azraith and pulls him up and drives a knee into Azraith’s face before hooking the arm and looking to take Azraith over with the suplex. The crowd cheers as DeMitri blocks once, twice, and then lifts Tyr up into the fireman’s carry and then hits him with the Death Valley Driver!

Alan Ducard: DVD reversal by DeMitri! Azraith pulling Tyr up to his feet and he grabs the kendo stick once more and he slams it down on to Tyr again and again as the later rolls away and under the ropes! Azraith now pulling Tyr back into the ring so he can get to him and Tyr sweeps him again! Tyr grabbing the legs now and he flips Azraith up and propels him face first into the buckles. Azraith staggering off and … TYR DROP TOE HOLD ON TO THE CHAIR!

Jimmy Yates: The chair breaks a bit under Azraith’s weight! DeMitri is down, and Tyr is sizing him up and I think he’s going for it … Apathos!

Bryan Harris: Here come the strikes!

Alan Ducard: There’s the jabs, and the low kicks to the thighs and he’s going for the double underhook! He might be overreaching with Azraith’s size and …. DEMITRI LIFTS UP! Back body drop – no he keeps Tyr on his shoulder and he flips Tyr forward with an Alabama style slam reversal!

Jimmy Yates: DeMitri looks jacked here … the look in his eyes .. it’s as if that last attack from Tyr pushed him to that next level. Azraith pulls Tyr to his feet here, and he has Tyr by the throat with that left hand!

Alan Ducard: Tyr goes up and … Azraith CHOKESLAMS HIM ON THE KNEE! That’s what he calls “Presence”! Azraith hasn’t let go and he’s going for it … he pulls Tyr into the double underhook, and he slashes across his throat … HE PULLS TYR UP AND … HE SPIKES HIM HEAD FIRST INTO THAT CRUMPLED CHAIR WITH A MODIFIED TIGER DRIVER!

Jimmy Yates: He calls that “The Extinction” guys … and Tyr is now extinct in this match.

Bryan Harris: This one is over … even I’ll agree to that one guys …

Alan Ducard: Azraith leans forward into the pin …

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Ross Quatro signals for the bell as Nine Inch Nail's "The Great Destroyer" booms over the PA system and the crowd cheers for the victory.

Alan Ducard: An impressive debut for Azraith DeMitri here in LEGACY and he showed he really does have that next level to tap into which is probably why he has been a champion in multiple other federations – now he’s bringing that violent-technical style to LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: I think this match was just a taste of what’s to come. You could see flashes of the animal beneath that blue hair. Could you imagine him locking horns with the Ivory Terror?

Jimmy Yates: I’m sure it could happen Bryan, because it looks like Azraith DeMitri is here to stay.

Chris Turner: Ladies and Gentlemen... I have an announcement, so listen up... Last Strife you saw me in action against Fallen Angel. Now you see me here, standing up tall as ever, just a couple weeks later, and Fallen Angel... Well, he's gone! I finally took care of him. And now that I have one more pesky obsticle out of my God D@mn way, the limits are limitless... No thats not what I... Well basically... EVERYONE needs to take heed of this face... Well, the face underneath the mask. I am a force to be reckoned with... Im like a messy sloppy hurricane waiting to be unleashed on Legacy. As bad as Katrina, but with a cooler bad ass name! Whenever the name No Limits is whispered.. I will be there. I have been waiting to get back into this division for far too long, and now... I'm not letting it go. Soon I WILL be No Limits Champion.... And soon enough I will be coming after it.... But first I have another Loose End to tie up. And by loose end, I mean... Damien Black, and by tie up... I mean Tie up.

He flashes a rope he has.

Chris Turner: Damien Black is always been a rose in my thorn. He cant die when I try to kill him, He cant win gold when we're a tag team... He can't use a GOOD manager, instead of a bad one, and most importantly... he found a way to get back into the division before me... And I have been in this company longer... And yet.. There he was... Fighting people... Hurting people... Winning the No-Limits title. It makes me sick to my stomach... He is the swine flu in a cow farm... It just doesn't make sense... Therefore... I'm going to take him out for good.

He grabs his rope and ties it into a slip not. He then climbs up to a little steel crossbeam, and waits with the rope. Suddenly Damien Black is walking underneath the beam, and Chris drops the rope. It lands around Black's neck, and Chris tugs, turning the rope into a noose, and raising Black by the neck into the air. He growls trying to gasp for breath.

BLACK: TURNER!

Turner leaps off the cross-beam, and grabs a steel baseball bat.

Turner: Look Manny... I can hit home runs WITHOUT steroids!

He swings and hits Black in the back. He then swings it again, and hits him in the shoulder, dislocating it . He then swings one more time, and hits Black in the back of the head. Black goes limp. He cuts the rope and Black falls to the ground. Turner grabs Blacks bloodied Hockey Mask and slips it on, over his own.

CHRIS TURNER: I told you Black... I would end you...

He runs away from the crime scene as the camera cuts.

Alan Ducard: The man is just trying to get attention for a title that he doesn't really deserve a shot at. This is low, even for Leers.

Bryan Harris: Doesn't really deserve? You mean that man, who's 6 and 1? You mean THAT man, who's scored No Limits victories over guys like Fallen Angel and former No Limits Champion, Issac Entragian? Way I see it, that man should already BE the No Limits Champion.

Jimmy Yates: Whether you agree with the man or not, and I have a feeling most won't, but this will most definitely get the current No Limits Champion's attention. Crazyboy must be livid.

Ethan gets in the ring. He throws the title on the ground and begins to wipe his feet with it. The crowd boos loudly, a few even begin to throw trash. Ethan looks down at something that landed in the ring. It's a beer bottle. Ethan shakes it, takes a drink, and then pours it onto the No Limits Championship.

Alan Ducard: Of all the disgracefu-

Jimmy Yates: Alright, I can't stay unbiased here. This is just disrespectful.

Ethan, still smiling like a bandit, picks up the No Limits Title and wipes his rear with it, flipping off the crowd as he does so. He then proceeds to drop the title back on the ground and begins to unzip his pants. Suddenly, the screen goes black, followed by a picture of X-Calibur with the words "We Are Currently Experiencing Technical Difficulties" flashing on the screen. When the screen returns to normal, Crazyboy is in the ring, and Ethan Leers is outside, still with the title, holding his jaw. Crazyboy has a microphone in hand, still staring at Ethan Leers as his eyes burn with hatred for the guy as he growls and brings the microphone up to his mouth.

CB: Of all the things that you have done here in Legacy, Ethan... this... THIS has got to be the lowest, most dispicable thing you have ever done. It's one thing to steal a title: I can handle that. It's completely crossing the damn line when you take said title and desecrate it like you just did. I worked, bled and sweated for that title and you treat it like it's a piece of toilet paper?! I can't believe you, Ethan.

Crazy Boy paces around the ring like a rabid dog and continues to stare at Ethan Leers, who is still holding his jaw.

CB: People like Greyson Blade and Issac Entragian bled for that title. And here you are. You are [beep]ing on their Legacy. I am not going to stand for this, Ethan.

Tyrone takes a couple of steps closer toward Ethan and extends out his hand.

CB: You will give me MY title... and you will give it to me now! Or, if you want.. I will beat it from you. And believe me, Ethan... if I get my hands on you. It will be nothing like you have ever felt before.

Ethan just stands outside the ring, smiling. He then walks over to Josephina Colbert and, calmly, asks for a microphone. When she hands it to him, he can be seen mouthing 'thanks whore'. Ethan than turns around, smiling at CB.

Ethan Leers: You know, Ty, can I call you Ty? Yeah, I can [bleep]ing call you Ty if I [bleep]ing want to. In fact, I can do whatever the [bleep] I want to, because there is not a damn [bleep]ing thing that anybody in this [bleep]hole of a federation can do about it. Entragian? I [bleep] slapped that [bleep]. And no, for all those at home who can't hear my dirty [bleep]ing mouth, I didn't say [bleep] slap. I said [bleep] slap.

Ethan pops his neck, still smiling.

Ethan Leers: See, you and me, we're gonna have ourselves a GREAT [bleep]ing time at the next PPV, whatever the [bleep]ing name of it is. I don't have this signed yet, but it's gonna happen. You and me are gonna have ourselves a little [bleep]ing fight. Until then, you want me in the ring, you've got me. Next week, you and mother [bleep]ing me in the SAME ring.

Another devious smile.

Ethan Leers: But it's under my [bleep]ing terms.

Ethan drops the mic and takes off into the crowd, holding onto the No Limits Championship tightly.

As Ethan runs through the crowd, Tyrone has a look of hatred in his face as he drops the mic in the ring and stares at the crowd. Instead of running after him, he just climbs out of the ring and walks up the entryway, not looking at anyone in the crowd or whatnot. He disappears into the backstage as the camera pans around to the announcers.

Bryan Harris: That is the look of a champion, that Ethan Leers. It's only a matter of time until he is the official champion and he gets that title off of that wannabe, Tyrone Smith.

Alan Ducard: I don't know. I don't think I've seen Tyrone's face like that before. I think Ethan is going to be in for a long ride... even if the match is played by his rules. I think Crazy Boy will adapt well.

Jimmy Yates: You're right. He is the No Limits Champion, after all. I think there is nothing under the sun that can be thrown at him that he would not be able to adapt to.

Bryan Harris: Yeah yeah.. just wait until they are in the ring together. Ethan loves the pain. I don't think there is enough pain in the world that Tyrone can do that will be able to stop him.

Alan Ducard: We'll see, Bry. We'll see...

Alan Ducard: Although these two may not have spent too much time in the ring with one another, James Win and Cronos Diamante have run in the same circles for the better part of a decade, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they know one another’s style very well.

Bryan Harris: That goes together like beans and rice with the fact that James Win plays it fast with his style, and Cronos Diamante brings his striking hard.

Jimmy Yates: You’d have to think that the pressure’s almost entirely on James Win in this match. A lot of people have been saying that his title win was a fluke, and now faced with a veteran opponent like Cronos Diamante, he’s got a real chance to prove himself.

Alan Ducard: Cronos Diamante could take his tenure in LEGACY to the next level by capturing a second championship belt… let’s see what transpires.

Diamante looks shocked at the attack from Win, who starts to rain down punches to the head of Cronos, hammering him with lefts and rights. James Win is swinging madly, peppering the head of Diamante with repeated shots from both of his hands. Diamante is rocked. Finally, Win backs up and folds Diamante up with a boot to the gut. He steps back a few inches, reaches over and grabs Diamante by the neck and then heaves him over the top rope! The crowd erupts as Diamante sails over the top rope and lands flat on his back on the floor outside.

Alan Ducard: James Win came charging right out of the gate, and nailed Diamante with that
kick, and now he’s tossed him over the top rope.

Bryan Harris: If you want to beat a man like Cronos, you have to attack first, and never let up. One mistake and you’re done.

James Win quickly looks down, measures Diamante off, and then grabs the top rope, and slingshots himself over the top rope to the outside! The shocked fans cheer loudly at the sight of
Win flinging himself over the top rope and falling all the way to the floor outside. Win lands on top of Cronos Diamante from over the top rope! Win gets up and reaches down and pulls Diamante to his feet, and then runs with him, and fires him face first into the steel ring post.

The fans gasp at the sick sound of Diamante's skull rebounding of the steel post. Cronos Diamante staggers backwards, dazed. JAMES WIN wastes no time in grabbing Diamante by the back of the head again, and running full speed, propelling towards the ring steps!

Cronos Diamante reverses!

BOOM! Diamante propels Win right into the steel ring steps! James Win collides roughly with the steps, and somersaults over, landing on his back on the other side. The referee has been standing at the ropes ordering the two men to get back into the ring this whole time, and Diamante finally complies and rolls James Win back in.

Win is still a bit dazed as Diamante pulls him into a sitting position in the middle of the ring. Diamante backs up, and then fires a vicious shin kick, with his shin smacking Win right across the back of the head! The crowd gasps at the loud sound of Diamante's kick colliding with the head of James Win.

Diamante moves around, and fires another sharp kick, this one slamming his shin right across Win's torso! Diamante returns, and repeats the exact same kick to the back of James Win again, his shin smacking James Win’s back, and then he again ducks around to the front of and fires a lightening quick powerful kick across his chest! James Win is wobbling from the repeated kicks, as Diamante backs off, measures Win carefully, and then fires one last kick, this one smashing the shin of Cronos Diamante with the side of James Win's face! James Win coughs, and spits out blood!

Cronos Diamante quickly rolls Win onto his back, makes the cover, and hooks the leg...

One...

Two!

Right before the count of three, Win lifts his shoulder from the mat!

Alan Ducard: That was a close one!

Bryan Harris: Diamante is just vicious! I think Win woke a sleeping monster when he threw Cronos to the outside, and now Cronos is making him pay for it. You have to give Win credit for being able to kick out of that barrage of kicks though.

James Win shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Diamante pounces on Win, and pulls him to his feet. Diamante locks Win up, and fires him quickly backwards with a snap suplex.
Win hits the mat at full speed, and bounces with the impact. Diamante locks him up again, and pulls him to his feet. Diamante grabs Win by the wrist, and throws him into the ropes. James Win comes off, and Diamante throws a spinning kick…but Win ducks!

James Win puts one hand on Diamante’s shoulder and spins him around, and then starts firing rapid-fire chops at Diamante. Cronos Diamante’s head snaps back violently from the impact of the shots from Win. Finally, James Win grabs one of Diamante’s flailing arms, and pulls him in quickly with a short clothesline. Diamante hits the mat.

Win circles around behind Diamante and crouches, waiting patiently, as Diamante slowly gets to his feet. The fans are clapping their hands and stomping their feet, as Diamante slowly stands up. James Win grabs Cronos, sets him up, and powers him into the mat with a backbreaker!

Win rolls over for the cover…

One!

Two!

Diamante sharply kicks out. James Win gets to his feet, comes off the ropes, and then drops a leg across the chest of Diamante. Win pulls Diamante to his feet, and he grabs Diamante by the back of the head, and runs towards the corner. Win Diamante’s head off the top turnbuckle, and then does it again. James Win starts to repeatedly ram Diamante’s head into the turnbuckle over and over again, but suddenly Cronos Diamante spins around and shocks Win with a quick kick to the gut, knocking the wind out of him! James Win doubles over, and Diamante spin kicks him to the mat again!

Cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Win kicks out. Diamante starts to pick him up, but Win reaches up, loops his hand around Diamante’s neck and rolls him up in a surprise small package pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Diamante kicks out with all his might, breaking the small package up, as both men go sprawling. James Win and Cronos Diamante both get to their feet and the same time, and charge towards each other. Cronos leaps into the air and plants a kick right in the chest of Win, sending him back to the mat!

Diamante covers…

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

At the last minute Win kicks out, as the fans are on their feet! Diamante pulls James Win up to his feet, but Win buries a shoulder into Diamante’s midsection. Win hoists Diamante up, scooping him up in a bodyslam position. James Win powers Diamante into the mat with a powerslam staying on him for the cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Diamante kicks out.

Alan Ducard: Both these men are really letting it all go!

Bryan Harris: It goes to show how much they want this win.

Diamante is up first and pulls James Win to his feet. Diamante quickly goes behind and slaps James Win in a rear waistlock! Win is fighting for all his worth trying to find a counter. Diamante takes him BACKWARDS with the German Suplex, but he dumps Win right on top of his head!

James Win is almost out cold! Cronos stands over Win, who is semiconscious, and then brutally kicks him in the head, spinning his body over. Cronos sits down on the back of James Win, and applies his patented full nelson Camel Clutch!

James Win starts thrashing around, obviously in unbelievable pain! Cronos has the hold locked in tight. Win tries to twist to one side, reaching for the ropes to break the hold! It doesn’t work. Win then twists the other way, trying to reach for the ropes…but he is too far away.

James Win slaps both his hands on the sides of his head, and screams in agony, twisting and turning, trying to get out of the brutal torque of the hold which is wrenching his back and almost breaking his neck at the same time. Win’s face is distorted in absolute agony, as his back arches, he contorts with the pain. James Win bellows in agony, and starts to thrash around trying to pull free from the submission hold.

Cronos Diamante has the hold sunk in, and is applying full pressure. The fans are on their feet, cheering in suspense, wondering how long James Win will be able to hold on in this famous Submission Maneuver. Win digs his fingernails into the mat, with his free hand and starts to pull himself, inch by inch towards the ropes. Cronos does his best to stay in place, but Win slowly drags the two men over to the ropes, inch by painful inch. Finally, James Win reaches up, strains, and grabs the bottom rope.

The referee orders Cronos to break the hold. Cronos laughs and shakes his head! The referee again yells at Cronos to break the hold, as James Win screams in pain. Cronos ignores the referee again! The third time, the referee yells at Cronos to release Win, but Cronos Diamante ignores him, so the referee leans over the ropes and calls for the bell!

He stops in the corridor for a moment, looking down towards the floor. He runs a hand through his hair, wiping away sweat and looking as though he’s lost in his thoughts.

A voice speaks from the shadows, where the vague form of a man leans against a wall in the darkness near a few large crates. Cronos is driven out of his daze, his attention diverted for the moment.

The Ivory Terror: You are the man I want.

Cronos takes a step forward, staring into the gloom. Although the lighting is dim, he can just make out the seven foot mastodon known as Issac Entragian. The albino wears white slacks, a ribbed white muscle tee, and his trademark bleached rattlesnake skin boots. A few locks of ivory hair obscure the left side of his face from view, so that only a single green emerald of an eye gleams in the darkness.

Cronos Diamante: Entragian? What the hell…what are you talking about?

Issac remains in the shadows, leaning against the wall casually. His giant arms are crossed at the chest, his focus locked on the man who stands before him.

The Ivory Terror: I want a kindred spirit. I want a solider I can trust. I want someone that I respect. YOU embody all of these things, Cronos, and YOU are the man I want.

Cronos cocks his head, starting to get interested in the conversation at this point.

The Ivory Terror: As you well know, the Co Op Challenge looms on the horizon. I’m to lead a pack, and it’s my goal to outfit my ranks with the biggest and baddest motherf*ckers this roster can offer me. That’s why you’ve been chosen, Diamante. You and I have so much in common; your sanity hangs by mere threads, I KNOW what that’s like. I was holed up in Juniper Hill Asylum for years due to that same affliction. Those were years of my life that were STOLEN from me just because society decided that I was not a sane man.

Issac sighs, remembering the old days.

The Ivory Terror: Men like us; we don’t let society dictate who we are, Cronos. We’re different. That’s what makes us who we are, and that’s what makes us effective. Join me, and we show LEGACY just what it means to pave a road with chaos. You’d be the first, Diamante. Others will follow, but for now, it would be just you and I.

Cronos Diamante: We’ve had our problems in the past, Issac… bloody feud. Not easily forgotten.

The Ivory Terror: Oh yes, I haven’t forgotten. You and I have nearly destroyed each other on more than one occasion, but it’s time to bury the past, and let the future grow. Not only have I seen what you can do in the ring, I’ve FELT what you can do. That just adds to the respect I have for you. I trust that you know how to get the job done, by ANY means necessary. The old grudges can die, here and now, if you take this.

Entragian thrusts a hand through the gloom, opening his fingers slowly, and the sharpened fingernails move away to reveal a black obsidian stone in the middle of Issac’s palm. It’s attached to a silver necklace, and in the middle of the stone is a single red flaw.

The Ivory Terror: Consider it a token of allegiance. You accept this, and we’ve built ourselves a little covenant. It can be temporary, until the events of the Co Op Challenge have come and gone, but for now it’s time to make your choice. Join the winning team, or walk away. It all falls on you, Diamante.

Diamante pauses, looking Entragian in the eye. Finally he steps forward, making a move to take the stone. Issac grabs his hand, shaking it once, before transferring the stone over to Diamante with a malignant grin spreading across his white face.

The Ivory Terror: I see The Devil in those eyes, Cronos. He’s been there all along, hasn’t he?

Cronos Diamante: No. You see something entirely different. You’ll all find out soon enough.

Issac cocks his head to the side, those needle teeth glinting as his grin shines on regardless of Cronos’s cryptic statement.

The Ivory Terror: Perhaps so. Perhaps it’s something even worse. Judging by what you did to Win, I’d say that whatever it is that’s buried inside of you is starting to wake up. That’s good. Team Kindred wants Cronos the crucifier, the dark man, the king of crows. Your choice is made, Diamante.

Entragian chuckles, moving backwards in the gloom, until his voice sounds distant and far away. One final word echoes back down the corridor, filtering into Cronos’s head like an exclamation point.

The Ivory Terror: Welcome.

Cronos is left standing in the middle of the hallway, holding the stone by the silver chain and glaring at the red flaw in the middle. He smiles then, a twisted grin that eats up his whole face.

Bryan Harris: That’s right Ducard; tonight Rage will be representing his team, THE WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, Domination. He’s set to take on AOD’s monster, the always imposing Lucien Gray.

Jimmy Yates: And you wanna talk about bitter rivalries? It gets no bitterer than Domination and The Agents of Destiny. These men have been at each other’s throats the past few weeks, and I’ve got a feeling that things will get worse before they get better.

Alan Ducard: You better believe it. This all started with AOD innocently asking Domination for a shot at the belts, and things have gone downhill ever since that point. The Agents are a crafty bunch, and they’ve been taking every opportunity that presents itself lately to put kink after kink in Domination’s armor.

Bryan Harris: We bore witness to the contract signing, where Gray basically led the charge and jumped Domination, laying the champions out while Mirage looked on.

Jimmy Yates: Speaking of Mirage, this man has been a tremendous asset to AOD’s success. Always unpredictable, you think Mirage is going to go left, he goes right, and you just can’t out plan this guy.

Alan Ducard: He’s something alright. Last week the man seemed to sacrifice one of his own in order to sock a cheap win into the record books, and I still don’t think Gray knows who cracked his skull that night. He may be under the mistaken impression that it was Venom or Rage, but WE know the truth.

Bryan Harris: You do what you have to do, but I’ll put it this way, I wouldn’t want to be Mirage if Gray finds out who REALLY smashed him on the head with a steel chair. I doubt even Mirage could deceptively evade Lucien’s wrath.

Jimmy Yates: But back to the night at hand, it’s time to see which team is on top, and who’s going to get that momentum rolling. Will Rage dominate here tonight, or will Gray destroy one half of the World Tag Team Champs? I’d say it’s time to find out.

Lucien stumbles backwards, taken off guard, until his back hits one of the turnbuckle pads. Rage takes advantage, firing a few stiff kicks to Lucien’s midsection, and then climbing up to the second rope and starting to rain down fists on Gray, lefts and rights, and the crowd starts to count every time his knuckles strike down.

Alan Ducard: Gray hasn’t even been able to get out of the gate yet, Rage not giving him an INCH in that ring.

Jimmy Yates: That’s wise. You let a beast like Gray pick up steam and you may find yourself getting run over, Rage is doing what he must to ensure that that doesn’t happen.

Rage continues his assault, but Lucien puts a halt to the barrage by locking both of his huge hands around Murdock’s throat. Lucien steps out and away from the buckles, holding Ben in midair with a two handed choke. He grinds his fingers deep into the flesh of Rage’s neck, his one good eye reflecting dark intensity.
Referee Travis Rollins checks on Rage, but before he can even ask if Rage wants submit, Lucien slams his opponent down to the canvas violently.

Lucien drops down to one knee, and then he simply latches a gloved hand around Rage’s throat, choking him for all he’s worth. Murdock sputters and coughs as Rollins starts to admonish Gray. After a five count that seems like eternity for Rage, Lucien breaks the chokehold.

Bryan Harris: I knew it was only a matter of time before Gray hopped into the driver’s seat. This man is all about raw, gritty, Herculean power. He knows his strengths, and he’s pandering to them right now.

Alan Ducard: Let’s hope, for Rage’s sake, that he can find Lucien’s WEAKNESSES.

Jimmy Yates: If there are any…

Lucien pulls Rage up to his feet, and then plants him right back onto the canvas with a scoop slam. Rage lands hard, but fights his way back up. Lucien plods forward, swinging out an arm for a clothesline, but Rage catches that arm and twists it up behind Gray’s back with a hammerlock. Rage digs his feet in and yanks hard on the big tree trunk of a limb, putting some serious pressure into the maneuver. Gray huffs and puffs, then manages to slip to the side take hold of Rage’s head, and he promptly cinches in a headlock. Rage’s skull is like a walnut being squeezed by an anaconda, the blood rushing to his bald head as he fights against Lucien’s hold.

Jimmy Yates: I wasn’t expecting a bit of technical wrestling from guys like this. The pace has certainly changed.

Bryan Harris: Wonders never cease.

Rage gathers up all of his strength, and then runs forward, forcing Lucien into the ropes and causing him to break the hold as he rebounds across the ring. Lucien races back towards Rage, but Rage leaps up onto the big man and takes him down with a lou thez press. Once the monster is grounded, Rage just starts to pound the hell out of him, shot after shot, fists of fury raining down onto Gray’s masked face.

Alan Ducard: You know, the name Rage really seems to fit when describing Ben’s temperament, wouldn’t you say?

Jimmy Yates: Hah. I’d have to agree on that one. Punch after punch, Rage has gotta be wearing Lucien down, the monster is taking A LOT of damage in there.

Rage dismounts and then moves over to the turnbuckles, ascending slowly in a possible attempt to go for his flying clothesline. Gray is up in mere moments, and with surprising quickness he moves forward before Rage can climb all the way up, taking Murdock onto his massive shoulders in a sitting position. Gray holds onto Rage’s knees and takes a few steps backwards, and then DROPS down, smashing Ben into the canvas with an electric chair drop. Gray follows up by hooking a leg.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jimmy Yates: Not quite. Rage has still got fight in him.

Lucien pounds a fist against the canvas, frustrated. The big man rises up to his feet, and then hits the ropes, coming back and dropping a humongous leg across Rage’s throat. Ben spasms on the canvas, holding his throat after all that weight dropped down across it.

Alan Ducard: I’ve seen some devastating leg drops in my day, but that is by far one of the worst these English eyes have ever beheld.

Bryan Harris: Can you imagine four hundred pounds of weight dropping down against your throat?

Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t want to…

Lucien continues the attack, grabbing hold of Rage’s wrist and dragging him to the edge of the apron. Once there Lucien positions Rage’s head so that it’s hanging over the edge of the apron, and then the big man backs up a few steps, then rushes forward and BLASTS an elbow across Rage’s throat.

Alan Ducard: Starting to work that throat now.

Jimmy Yates: I’ve got a sick feeling in my gut, this could be bad.

Bryan Harris: Don’t worry Jimbo, maybe it’s just the swine flu.

Jimmy Yates: …

Gray backs up yet again, and this time he flings a foot out, smashing a boot into Rage’s temple. Rage hangs as though he’s about to fall out of the ring, his breathing erratic and labored. Gray moves in yet again, and this time he just starts to HAMMER down clubbing blows against Rage’s upper chest and throat. Ben’s chest starts to turn beet red, but Lucien does NOT stop, a deep rumbling grow emerging from his barrel chest as he pounds Rage like a sack of carrion meat.

Alan Ducard: Rage can’t take much more of this assault. Gray’s big mitts have to feel like the head of a sledgehammer smashing down against your body.

Bryan Harris: No doubt. Rage’s chest is getting redder than a ginger kid’s pubes, by gawd!

Jimmy Yates: In all my years of color commentary, that is the strangest comparison I’ve ever heard made.

Bryan Harris: What? Gingers have red hair, get it???

Gray winds back his arm in a windmill motion and BLASTS a fist into the side of Rage’s neck. Murdock finally loses his battle with gravity and falls out of the ring onto the floor. Rollins has begun his ten count, and slowly Lucien starts to help Rage up a vertical base. Lucien palms the back of his head and runs towards one of the turnbuckle posts, but at the last second Rage slips out of his grasp and manages to fire Lucien’s skull into the steel post instead!

Gray staggers backwards, and Rage moves in and starts to slam knees into Gray’s midsection, driving the big man up against the apron. Rollins is yelling for both men to get it back in the ring, and his ten count has reached eight.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think either man would be satisfied with a count out victory. They need to get it back in the ring.

Rage takes notice of the count, then using a great deal of effort; he forces Gray into the ring under the bottom rope, and then slides into the ring himself. As Ben turns, he sees that both of Gray’s feet are resting against the second rope, having not fully made it into the ring yet. An opportunistic smile crosses Rage’s face, and he makes a beeline for Gray, snatching him up into a front facelock and somehow managing to lift Gray’s upper body off the canvas, leaving his ankles against the ropes. Rage rears back hard on Gray’s neck, and then rockets himself down to the canvas, drilling Gray’s skull with an elevated DDT.

Bryan Harris: Sweet Jesus. A move like that could turn a man’s brains to soup. Gray might be a drooling vegetable after this match is all said and done.

Alan Ducard: Murdock saw a chance and he took it, and we may have reached a turning point in this match.

Rage manages to hook one of Gray’s big legs, pressing all of his weight down on the dazed monster’s chest.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The monster kicks out, shaking his heavy head back and forth to drive out the cobwebs.

Bryan Harris: Close. Almost TOO close.

Rage backs up, trying to regroup and figure out a game plan. Gray also fights his way up, using the ropes for leverage, pulling his big body up to a vertical base slowly but surely. Rage goes in low with Gray’s back turned to him, delivering a stiff snapper of a kick to the back of Lucien’s knee. Gray bellows, stumbling forward and barely keeping his balance.

Alan Ducard: Taking out the legs might not be such a bad idea. If a giant like Gray can’t stand, then that subtracts a great deal from his arsenal.

Jimmy Yates: It’s getting those legs chopped out from under him that’s the hard part…

Rage hits the ropes, rebounding off and looking for a clothesline, but Lucien blocks it. AOD’s monster irish whips Murdock towards him and then SMASHES a headbutt into the bridge of Rage’s nose. Rage drops down to both knees, holding his face. Gray drags him right back up, and then taking hold of his arm yet again he brings Rage in tight and thunders him across the chest with a short arm clothesline.

Bryan Harris: High offense from the darkest of The Agents, who knows if Rage’s nose is broken or not?

Jimmy Yates: Sections of that mask are straight up cold metal, along with stitched leather. It’s a weapon, and the sad thing is, it’s a LEGAL weapon.

Alan Ducard: Rage’s nose could be broken into pieces for all we know.

Rage is struggling to rise to his feet, still holding his nose, when Lucien manhandles him from behind. Rage’s reaction is a quick as a serpent striking, he locks Lucien’s thick neck up and swings him down to the canvas, causing the very foundations of the ring to shake with the force of the swinging neckbreaker.

Rage then begins to unload on the prone body of Lucien with stomp after stomp, unleashing some serious domineering ferocity against the behemoth. He smashes his boot heel down again and again, before capping the assault off with a leaping elbow drop, driving the point of his elbow directly into the black heart of Lucien Gray. Lucien’s whole body shudders, the big man struggling to tear breaths in past the grill of his mask.

Jimmy Yates: Rage is showing why he’s championship material, right here and now. There’s no quit in this man, he is driven; he dominates, no matter the size or shape of his opponent.

Alan Ducard: I’m actually surprised, Gray has some weight on Rage, but Ben Murdock has been taking it to the monster continually, he seems devoted on gaining some vengeance because of that shoddy contract signing incident.

Bryan Harris: Get up Gray! Pick it up in there; you’re representing The Agents for god’s sake!!

Jimmy Yates: Talk about a biased opinion…

Bryan Harris: Cram it, Jimbo.

On the other side of the ring, Rage has begun to ascend the turnbuckles, a careful process which finally sees him perching on the top of the world with the ring spread out before him. Gray gets up slowly, wheeling around like a drunk, only for to Rage LEAP and fling out an arm that smashes into Gray. The force of the impact knocks Gray flat on his back, all the air driven from his chest.

Alan Ducard: Talk about a dynamic flying clothesline! Despite his build, Rage is surprisingly agile!

Bryan Harris: Meatheads shouldn’t have wings!! What the hell is the world coming to??

Rage scrambles to make the pin, and he does, but one of Gray’s boots happens to be on the bottom ropes. Rage lets out a frustrated grunt, pulling and fighting to get the four hundred lbs of dead meat away from the ropes. Once he’s done this, he attempts the cover again.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Bryan Harris: Only a two count! Gray kicked out with authority there, looks like the monster’s getting a second wind.

Gray begins to make it laboriously to his feet, and Rage meets him, slamming a right hand into his face. Lucien reels, but then he retaliates with a HUGE fist, slamming it directly into the gut of Rage. Rage doubles over, coughing, and Lucien sees his moment. He pulls Rage into a headscissors, and then powers him up, working Rage down against his back with both hands locked around his neck.

Bryan Harris: Lucien’s thinking PURGATORY. This widows peak maneuver is will put ANYONE away.

Jimmy Yates: Rage is slipping out! Lucien’s lost his grip!

Rage wriggles and fights, finally loosening Lucien’s grip and falling back to his feet. Before Lucien can even fully turn around, Rage hits the ropes, picks up some speed and RAMS Lucien with a hellish clothesline right on the side of the neck as Gray tries to turn around. The impact spins the giant down to the canvas in a heap, and Murdock splashes down on top of him, dragging back on a leg for all it’s worth.

Alan Ducard: THE FURY! Ben Murdock hit it, that clothesline will drop anything to the ground, including a giant!

ONE!

TWO!

Bryan Harris: Come on... Kick out Gray!

THREE!

Loco smiles smugly as if he's a king safe in his castle. He leans back in his leather recliner, watching one of the arena monitors. Suddenly a low and muffled voice is heard on the other side of the door, putting Anarchy on alert. Loco leans forward, listening.

Voice: Open…up…

Loco Martinez: That sound like CBP to you?

T.Rex: I’d know that f*ggin’ idiot’s voice anywhere boss, it’s him alright.

Loco Martinez: I figure he would have learned his lesson last week, with the whole “stallion” incident.

Arch Angel: I think it’s safe to say this kid NEVER learns. Should I lock the door, or do we open up and pound him into the ground?

Loco muses for a moment, a chesire cat’s smirk appearing on his face.

Loco Martinez: Open her up. I wanna see what kind if piece of crap outfit he’s wearing this time around.

Arch Angel does as he’s told, opening up the door, giving a full view of the corridor outside. For a moment everyone is silent, because there seems to be something seriously wrong with this picture. CBP is standing at the door, but he’s practically weeping, his face scrunched down into a mask of fear. He manages a dry whisper, his eyes glazed over and swimming with terror.

Charles Bryant Penze: Helpp..mee…

Loco is the first to notice the white hand locked around CBP’s shoulder in a near death grip. His eyes widen fearfully, and he literally ROARS at Arch Angel.

Loco Martinez: Oh... sh- LOCK THAT DOOR NOWWWWWWWW!

Arch Angel is still trying to figure out what’s going on, but by the time it "clicks" it’s far too late. CBP is hurled to the side like a sack of bricks, where he smashes against the floor of the hallway. What’s left standing in his place is a grinning albino MONSTER, his eyes twisted and cheerful.

THE IVORY TERROR: Evening, boys!!

Before T.Rex can even say “what the fug-“ Issac RIPS his way into the room, slamming an uppercut into the shelf of Arch Angel’s jaw. Angel staggers backwards, and before he even has time to recover Entragian latches a hand around his throat and fires him into a wall covered in lockers. Angel falls down to his knees, momentarily stunned. Entragian rears back and SLAMS a boot into Angel’s temple for good measure, then stalks his way into the room just a little further.

Loco LEAPS out of his chair, and he’s holding it in between himself and Issac, like a frantic, lion tamer his face calculating and desperate. The lone exit is too far away make an escape so he turns to his body guards... his voice cracks with the hopeless plea -

Loco Martinez: GET HIM!!!

T.Rex snarls and races forward like a bulldozer, smashing into Issac’s gut and driving him back against the wall. Entragian laughs through this, and begins to rain down hammer blows on T.Rex’s spine. T.Rex loosens his grip, and Issac rears back and CRUSHES a knee into the bridge of T.Rex’s nose, knocking him backwards until he trips over a bench and falls to the floor. In the midst of this chaos, Entragian turns his attention to the “marked man.”

THE IVORY TERROR: You knew that sooner or later, it would come to this, Loco.

The albino stalks forward silently, closing the distance between himself and The World Champion. Loco backs himself up against the wall, the leather chair still between himself and The Pale Plague. Loco's blue eyes dance across the room for any sign of saving. Loco closes his eyes for a moment, and reopens them hoping he can wish himself away. Issac smirks, enjoying this, drawing it out on an almost intimate level.

THE IVORY TERROR: It’s funny, you know. X-Calibur’s payout is one thing, but the joy of watching The World Champion squirm is a satisfying form of compensation in and of itself. Soooo satisfying..

As Issac draws out this last bit, Loco makes a mad dash towards the door, darting around Entragian and hopping past the chair. Entragian’s reaction is lightning quick, he grabs onto the side of the chair and flips it out of his way, then one pale hand locks around the collar of Loco’s shirt and drags him backwards. Issac snaps a hand out and palms the back of Loco’s head, and then the seven footer proceeds to SLAM-DUNK The World Champion’s face first into a large mirror, sending an explosion of glass flying throughout the room.

Martinez crumples down in a heap, a cut opened up on his forehead from a shard of glass, blood starting to ooze out in a slow flood. T.Rex has fought up at this point, and he moves in on Entragian, slugging him hard across the face with a right hand. Issac takes a step back, and then draws “The Slayer” from the sheath on his hip and BLASTS T.Rex on the side of the head with it. T.Rex staggers backwards, and Issac moves in, grabbing the big man up and placing him on one shoulder, then taking a step forward he simply LAWN DARTS T.Rex into a wall, his skull cracking against concrete before Issac allows Rex’s limp body to fall to the floor.

The Ivory Terror’s head turns slowly, as though on a swivel, his attention once more focused on Martinez.
He bares his razor teeth, those bright green eyes focused on the task at hand. He cracks his head to the side, taking that first step towards his prey.

The Ivory Terror: Now, where were we?

Entragian moves forward on a downed Martinez, that hot grin still plastered across his face. He leans over Loco and begins to piston right hands into Loco’s face, OVER AND OVER AGAIN. The crimson mask becomes thicker and thicker with each punch that lands, and then Issac switches up his approach, standing fully vertical and STOMPING down on every one of Loco’s appendages with untold amounts of malice in each and every stomp.

Martinez sputters and tries in vain to cover up, but that big boot heel smashes down against his body over and over again, despite his attempt to defend himself. Finally a saving grace appears on the scene, in the form of a now risen Arch Angel. Angel has a steel chair in hand, and he CRUSHES it against the skull of Issac Entragian. Entragian staggers back, towards the door, and T. Rex somehow makes it up and moves in on Issac too, pushing him towards the door.

Loco Martinez is a bloody mess on the floor, bruised and battered, but he still manages to issue a few desperate commands.

Loco Martinez: TAKE HIM OUT!! BRING HIM DOWN!!!

In a truly frightening display, Issac fights back against BOTH men, locking his pale hands around each man’s throat, and driving Anarchy back inch by inch. His eyes are totally without sanity, he appears to be acting like a purely rabid and frenzied animal. T.Rex manages to set his feet, and he blasts the toe of his boot into Entragian’s groin and that breaks the two man choke. Arch Angel adds a cap on the assault be SMASHING the steel chair into Issac’s head yet again, and this time Issac finally goes down, falling right out the door and onto his back in the hallway.

T. Rex and Arch Angel collapse down on benches, breathing hard and trying to assess their wounds. Loco watches the door, his heart in his throat, and what he feared the most happens. Out in the hallway, Issac SITS UP. He stares into the room, grinning like a mad dog, cocking his head to the side very slowly.

Loco Martinez: LOCK THAT DOOR, BLOCK THAT DOOR OFF NOW!!! BLOCK IT YOU IDIOTS!

Arch Angel is up in an instant when he realizes what is going on, he slams the door closed before Entragian can fully rise, and slides the bolt into place. On the other side of the room, T. Rex is pushing a couch in front of the door, and Arch Angel goes to assist him, finally getting the piece of furniture barricaded against the door.

For a few moments the door is hammered on from the outside.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Loco and Anarchy listen as the sound of large fists smash up against the door over and over again, an absolute flurry of strikes. A frustrated roar floats through the room, and then a scuffle is heard outside as an army of security guards somehow restrain Issac and drag him away from the outside of door. The sound of Entragian striking out at security is heard for a few minutes before silence finally ensues once he’s dragged to another part of the arena.

The World Champion has crawled into a corner, leaning against a locker and attempting tear ragged breaths into his lungs. He swipes a shaky hand across his head, and it comes away bright red. T.Rex and Arch Angel look at him fearfully, both men exhausted from the exertion of trying to deal with the crazed albino juggernaut. Loco's voice is as shaky as his hand. As he looks wide eyed.

Loco Martinez: THIS *holds his blood soaked hand out for all to see* ... stops tonight.

T.Rex: What we gonna do boss?

Loco pauses and shrugs.

Loco Martinez: I... I... I gotta talk to him. Get this thing lifted.

Arch Angel: How?

Loco has zoned out, as he grabs a towel and places it over his head. He closes his eyes thinking what we're all thinking... HOW?

Intern Avery George: I’m here with the International Incident – Allen Franks and Mostafa Bashir – winners here tonight against Ron Bailey and John Thomas. Fellas, how does it feel?

Allen nods his head.

Allen Franks: It feels good, but I knew we were going to be able to take those guys out. I knew it because they weren’t a team. You could feel the tension between them.

Reaching out his large hand, Mostafa takes the microphone calmly from Intern Avery.

Mostafa Bashir: They like to discount us just because individually we are not a success. We win as family tonight. And it will happen again the next time we are allowed to be a team.

Mostafa pushes the microphone back into Intern Avery’s hands and then walks off. The Montreal Kid locks eyes with the intern reporter, then walks off.

Jimmy Yates: At STRIFE 49, H.g.H. got a pinfall victory over ANARCHY in a three-way match with a little help from their friend – and huge dude – Casino, and two weeks ago, back at SuperCard STRIFE 50, H.g.H. was able to do it again, this time with a little assist from Diego de Cardenas of el Chupacabra.

Bryan Harris: I’m sure Diego’s got his reasons for the assist he gave, but this match had to happen. Two three-way matches, two lame results, and now we’re getting down to business. Now these two teams get to square off and make things right, let the best team win… and that’s going to be ANARCHY.

Alan Ducard: Both teams have certainly stepped up their games recently, and it feels to me as if the team who steps up the biggest in this match could find themselves in opportunity to get a tag title shot following Glimmer of Hope.

Jimmy Yates: Let’s get to the footage and find out who’s moving forward.

Bryan Harris: Arch Angel just showing Comnrad Kirk that thirty extra pounds of momentum is good enough to take the big stoner hippie down!

Alan Ducard: There was nothing pretty about that shoulder tackle, but it was decidedly effective.

Arch Angel runs to the ropes on the side, and Conrad quickly scrambles to his feet in time to catch Arch Angel with a clothesline across the chest when he comes off the ropes! Conrad reaches down to pull Arch Angel to his feet, and Arch Angel slaps the hands away and drives a knee up into Conrad’s abdomen!

Bryan Harris: Haha! Arch Angel basically said “bitch please!” I love it!

Jimmy Yates: If you’re in the ring with Conrad Kirk, you gotta believe that making this a brawl is not going to be in your favor no matter how much you outweigh him!

Arch Angel whips Conrad off the ropes, and Joey Shepard quickly slaps Conrad on the back. Arch Angel ducks for a back body drop, and Conrad stops just short of him and kicks up into his chest! Arch Angel straightens up as Joey springboards off the top rope and connects with a dropkick to the face that sends Arch Angel to the canvas! Conrad quickly drops an elbow across Arch Angel’s sternum and makes his exit from the ring as Joey pops back up to his feet and nails a standing moonsault across Arch Angel’s chest!

Alan Ducard: The pace has definitely quickened with the addition of Joey Shepard.

Jimmy Yates: Did you see how high he got on that dropkick?! What about the standing moonsault?! Incredible!

The official slides into position to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

T. Rex starts into the ring just as Arch Angel presses Joey off of his chest, stopping the count! Joey lands on his feet as Arch Angel starts to a knee. Joey kicks his shin across Arch Angel’s chest and then darts to the ropes! Arch Angel pushes the rest of the way up as Joey leaps into the air on the rebound and lands on Arch Angel’s shoulders! Joey leans back for a hurricanrana, but Arch Angel holds on and pulls Joey back up for a possible powerbomb! Joey pushes off of Arch Angel’s head and rolls forward into a sunset flip, but Arch Angel doesn’t budge!

Alan Ducard: The quickness of Joey Shepard makes him appear to be a blur, but now he is trying to muscle Arch Angel down, and I’m not sure that’s such a wise idea.

Bryan Harris: Its not, Big Al! Its an absolutely dumb idea!

Arch Angel shakes his head and looks down at Joey. Arch Angel reaches down with both hands and grabs Joey’s head with both hands and pulls him out from between his leg and throws him straight up into the air, catching him as he comes down with a sit-out powerbmb!

Jimmy Yates: Oh no!

Bryan Harris: HA! That was awesome!

The referee immediately slides into position for the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–!

Joey kicks out as Conrad starts to come through the ropes! Arch Angel shakes his head and pulls Joey to his feet and backs up to tag in T. Rex. T. Rex steps through the ropes and together they send Joey off the ropes, and T. Rex catches Joey with a tilt-a-whirl, right into a backbreaker! T. Rex pulls Joey off his knee and throws him into Arch Angel who catches him on his shoulders and drops back with a Samoan Drop!

Jimmy Yates: Oh come on ref, get Arch Angel out of there!

Alan Ducard: To be fair, James, he is utilizing the same five-count that Joey and Conrad employed earlier this contest.

T. Rex moves to cover Joey!

ONE!

TWO!

T–!

Joey kicks out as Conrad is through the ropes to break it up. Conrad backs out of the ring, and T. Rex pulls Joey to his feet and sends him hard into a neutral corner, crashing Joey’s back into the turnbuckles! Joey drops to a knee, clutching his lower back! T. Rex pulls Joey to his feet, scoops him up, and bodyslams him down to the canvas hard! T. Rex turns Joey over to his chest and drops an elbow across his back!

Bryan Harris: T. Rex is abusing Joey’s back!

Alan Ducard: A sound strategy, as kicking out of a pinning predicament is much harder with an injured back.

T. Rex sits on Joey’s back and pulls his arms back, hooking them over his knees before grabbing Joey’s head and pulling back with a Camel Clutch, staring right at Conrad Kirk! T. Rex starts taunting Joey, telling him to give up, and then telling Conrad there’s nothing he can do, while Joey screams out in agony!

Bryan Harris: Haha! T. Rex talking a little bit of trash to Conrad and Joey both! Now that takes talent!

Jimmy Yates: He’s lucky Conrad isn’t in there kicking his nose off his face!

T. Rex grins as Joey’s legs kick about wildly, and suddenly his legs stop kicking, as one lands on the bottom rope! The referee starts counting for T. Rex to break the hold, but he refuses. The count gets to four, and Conrad Kirk steps through the ropes angrily! T. Rex releases the hold and points at Conrad! The official moves to get Conrad out of the ring and T. Rex quickly unwinds a strip of tape from his wrist and turns Joey over, pressing the tape against Joey’s throat!

Alan Ducard: There is nothing scientific about choking the other man, but it is definitely an effective method of wearing one’s enemy down.

Jimmy Yates: Turn around ref! What the hell?!

Conrad finally steps back through the ropes, so the referee will turn around, and T. Rex holds his hands up as if pleading innocent. He then grabs both of Joey’s knees and leans back to cover, keeping Joey from being able to get to the ropes this time!

ONE!

TWO!

T–!

Joey kicks out!

Alan Ducard: A close call there for the team of Joey Shepard and Conrad Kirk.

Bryan Harris: T. Rex looks a little pissed off!

T. Rex gets to his feet and starts arguing with the referee about the pace of his count! The referee points at his shirt and reminds T. Rex that he should focus on the match at hand, and T. Rex turns to Joey. T. Rex pulls Joey to his feet, only to be caught suddenly by a small package!

ONE!

TWO!

T. Rex kicks out quickly! Both men scramble to their feet, with Joey looking to run right for his corner, but T. Rex catches him suddenly with a clothesline, driving him to the canvas! T. Rex grabs Joey and drags him to his corner, tagging in Arch Angel. Together they get Joey up against the ropes and send him off. Joey rebounds right into a BIG spinebuster from Arch Angel off the rebound! T. Rex comes off the ropes to the side and drops a leg across Joey’s face, before Arch Angel moves to make the cover!

Jimmy Yates: Kick out Joey!

ONE!

TWO!

TH–!

Conrad Kirk dives into the ring and drives a clubbing forearm across Arch Angel’s back, breaking up the count!

Bryan Harris: Oh come on! That just means even Conrad didn’t think Joey could kick out of that! Probably the smartest thought that stoner ever had!

The referee backs Conrad out of the ring, and Arch Angel pulls Joey to his feet and throws him into a neutral corner. He grabs under Joey’s arm and launches him out of the corner with a Biel Toss. Joey lands hard on his back and sits up, clutching his back. Arch Angel walks up behind Joey and kicks him HARD across the back!

Jimmy Yates: Oh that couldn’t have felt good.

Alan Ducard: Joey Shepard is in big trouble the longer he stays in the ring with Arch Angel and T. Rex. His back is a big bullseye at this point.

Arch Angel shoves Joey down onto his back and covers, with his elbow on Joey’s chin.

ONE!

TWO!

THR–!

Conrad runs into the ring and Arch Angel quickly pushes off of Joey, and the official gets between Conrad and Arch Angel. Conrad backs out of the ring, and Arch Angel grabs Joey and pulls him to his feet. Arch Angel pulls Joey up right into a military press! Arch Angel drops Joey onto his shoulder and runs right for a neutral corner, driving Joey’s back into the top turnbuckle, before readjusting Joey on his shoulder and turning around. Arch Angel runs and slams him down to the center of the ring with a running powerslam! Arch Angel starts to cover, but looks right at Conrad and smirks before pulling Joey to his feet and throws him into a neutral corner again.

Bryan Harris: Arch Angel is sending Conrad a message to stop coming in and breaking things up by abusing his partner more when he could have him pinned!

Alan Ducard: It might not be the wisest decision though, as a moment to break free is all Joey Shepard needs.

Arch Angel sends his massive hand across Joey’s chest with a chop! A second thunderous chop follows, and Joey drops in the corner, clutching his already reddened chest! Arch Angel starts stomping into Joey’s chest. The referee starts warning Arch Angel to get the action out of the corner, but Arch Angel refuses to stop. The referee starts counting. The count gets to four before Conrad Kirk is suddenly there with a punch from the side right into Arch Angel’s face!

Bryan Harris: What the hell?!

Jimmy Yates: Yes! Its about time he got himself some!

The referee starts barking orders at Conrad and starts backing him out of the ring, and Arch Angel rubs his jaw before pressing the bottom of his boot up against Joey’s throat, choking him in the corner! Joey kicks his legs frantically, as Conrad tries to get past the referee to break the choking up, and Arch Angel presses harder! Conrad finally steps out of the ring and the referee turns around just as Arch Angel removes his boot from Joey’s throat and pulls Joey out of the corner.

Alan Ducard: Arch Angel is in full control of young Joey Shepard.

Jimmy Yates: Joey needs to get out of the ring right now. This is not looking so good for him.

Arch Angel sends Joey off the ropes and catches him with a tilt-a-whirl, but Joey kicks his legs and lands on his feet! Arch Angel swings a clothesline, but Joey ducks under and starts running for his corner! Arch Angel kicks Joey’s leg out from under him and grabs his ankle! Joey pushes up to his other foot and turns to kick at Arch Angel with an enziguiri! Arch Angel ducks and hooks under the other leg in a wheelbarrow before snapping back with a release suplex, driving Joey down onto his back!

Alan Ducard: Joey Shepard almost made it to his more-than-ready partner, Conrad Kirk on that exchange!

Bryan Harris: But Arch Angel shut that down real quick!

Arch Angel pushes to his feet and moves to tag in T. Rex. Together they pull Joey to his feet and send him off the ropes. They both duck down for a double back body drop, and Joey turns at the last second, using their lift to backflip to his feet behind them! They turn around and Joey dropkicks T. Rex in the left knee, dropping him to his hands and knees! Joey is quick to his feet, and he hits the ropes. Arch Angel swings a clothesline at Joey as he rebounds, and Joey dives low with a basement dropkick to the side of T. Rex’s head!

Jimmy Yates: Go Joey! Go!

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

Joey gets to his feet and runs toward his corner! Arch Angel reaches for him, but misses! Joey dives and tags in Conrad! Arch Angel is there and swings a punch at Conrad! Conrad blocks the punch and delivers one of his own! Conrad thrusts a shoulder through the ropes and Arch Angel stumbles back! Conrad steps through the ropes and starts throwing right fists right into Arch Angel’s chin! Conrad backs Arch Angel to the ropes and whips him off, but Arch Angel reverses! Conrad rebounds off the ropes and leaps into Arch Angel with a flying shoulder tackle!

Jimmy Yates: Conrad is on fire!

Alan Ducard: I believe James is trying to say that Conrad is fresh, and he’s angry.

T. Rex charges at Conrad as he gets to his feet, and Conrad catches him with a scoop and a slam back down to the canvas! Arch Angel starts to get to his knees, and Conrad turns to Arch Angel and kicks him in the side of the head! Arch Angel stumbles on his knee to the ropes as T. Rex is back up, and Conrad leaves his feet with a Bicycle Kick to T. Rex’s chest, driving T. Rex back to the canvas! Conrad turns around and runs at Arch Angel as he leans on the ropes, clotheslining Arch Angel over the top!

Bryan Harris: No! This can’t be going on!

Alan Ducard: Conrad has T. Rex all to himself now, and this does not look good for him, judging by the anger in Conrad Kirk’s eyes.

T. Rex runs at Conrad, and Conrad catches him with a back body drop that sends him over the top rope, and T. Rex ends up landing on his knees and chest on the floor next to Arch Angel! Joey Shepard climbs the ropes in the corner closest to the two as Arch Angel and T. Rex help each other to their feet. Joey leaps off the corner as flashbulbs pop! Joey turns through the air with a Shooting Star Press onto both members of ANARCHY!

Bryan Harris: He can’t do that!

Jimmy Yates: Like hell he can’t!

The fans cheer loudly for the most part, though there seems to be a bit of a confused rumbling in the crowd as well. Joey grabs T. Rex and rolls him into the ring to Conrad, and Conrad sends T. Rex into a corner. Suddenly two forms jump over the security railing. One, a skinny man in a sky blue and silver mask (with the same colored tassles hanging from the top), dressed in matching track pants and zip-up hoodie. The other, a large, tan man in an orange and yellow mask (with the top cut out and his dark hair spilling out the top) and a matching pair of track pants, no shirt.

Alan Ducard: Who are these strangely dressed individuals?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, but I don’t like the way they’re looking at Joey!

Conrad mounts the corner on the opposite side of the ring and starts driving punches into T. Rex’s corner! The man in orange and yellow kicks Joey in the stomach suddenly and hoists him up for a powerbomb! The punches in the ring reaches ten and Conrad hops off the ropes and turns around just as the man in sky blue and silver leaps off the security barricade and turns in mid-air, landing on Joey’s shoulders facing the same way Joey is facing! The man in sky blue and silver snaps back with a reverse hurricanrana off of the other man’s shoulders, sending Joey to the ground on the top of his head, while the referee is checking on T. Rex in the corner!

Alan Ducard: These strange newcomers have just taken out Joey Shepard!

Bryan Harris: And the referee didn’t see it! This is good!

Conrad makes his way to the ropes and starts through them before T. Rex runs up and kicks into the middle rope, driving the rope into Conrad’s groin! Conrad doubles over and T. Rex pulls him back into the ring, rolling him up in a school boy, and the referee slides to make the count!

ONE!

T. Rex puts his feet on the middle rope and Arch Angel holds his feet down from the floor outside!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds and T. Rex slides out of the ring, and Arch Angel raises T. Rex’s arms! “Hit and Run” by Whitesnake plays!

Bryan Harris: I don’t know who these guys are, but they are awesome!

The Whitesnake song dies down as the skinnier one snaps his fingers, demanding a microphone. He gets one, and the live crowd is jeering. He smirks through the bottom of his mask and tilts his head to the side.

Sky Blue and Silver Mask: I guess you all are entitled to your opinion, but lets not forget that we two have a microphone and if you really want the answers to the questions you’re asking yourselves...you should silence yourselves and listen really...really carefully.

He hands the microphone to his larger friend, while the fans continue to boo. The larger man speaks into the microphone, his voice much deeper than his smaller partner’s.

Orange and Yellow Mask: Fine. We have a device that makes our voices louder. But don’t go crying when you don’t fully understand what just happened for your own good. We are the Flying Avengers. I am FLASH Dynamite! He is Kid Lightning.

He hands the microphone back to the one called Kid Lightning.

Kid Lightning: And we’re not here to take over LEGACY. We’re not here to do antything but save it. We’re here to save you people from the agony of having to cheer for drug addicts and thugs.

He passes the microphone back to FLASH Dynamite.

FLASH Dynamite: We’re here to save the locker room from cancerous members of the wrestling community. We are, in short, here to save LEGACY.

Kid Lightning takes the microphone back.

Kid Lightning: From itself. And we’re starting with these two, Johnny Shepard and Conrad Bacard.

FLASH Dynamite takes the microphone back.

FLASH Dynamite: We’re going to start by purging the Human Growth Hormones out of LEGACY. And then we’re going to take out the rest of the parasites. Fear not LEGACY. Your true heroes have arrived!

FLASH Dynamite drops the microphone to the canvas and he and Kid Lightning start their way out of the ring, walking up the ramp and to the back without any music. Just a chorus of jeers thrown at them.

"Forsaken by destiny...forsaken by my own mind..."

Jimmy Yates: Uh oh...

Without warning, the first few lines of a familiar Fear Factory tune hits the arena sound system as Marcus Mirage steps out onto the rampway to a chorus of thundering boos.

Alan Ducard: I...well, I wasn't aware of these segment gentlemen, so this is quite the surprise.

Jimmy Yates: Interesting he's out here without his AoD muscle.

Bryan Harris: Mirage is a veteran in this industry and its times like this he has to remind the world he doesn't actually need that AoD muscle.

Slowly walking down the rampway with a mic in hand, Mirage shakes his head as if disappointed as he passes by the outstretched hands of the fans.

Mirage: Get Andrew Kelley out here...right now, cuz I got a few things to say.

Jimmy Yates: It doesn't appear that Andrew Kelley was even aware of this, and who the hell does Mirage think he is making demands?!

Mirage: Can it, Yates...I know you’re sitting there talking sh** right now, and that goes for the rest of you idiots, too! I'll slippity slap you idiots into the cheap seats.

The crowd expectedly responds in unison while Mirage merely shrugs it off, jumping onto the ring apron and stepping through the ropes. On the other side of the ring, Andrew Kelley slowly climbs the steps mouthing something to ringside as he enters through the ropes meeting the architect of the AoD in the center of the ring.

Andrew Kelley: Mirage, this is unexpected...I'm not exactly sure what you're doing ou...

Mirage: Just shut your mouth, Andy...all you need to do is hold the mic and listen cuz I gotta set the record straight. First and foremost, as you can see Lucien and Osamu aren't out here with me. Hmm, right? What's the deal with that? Well, it's simple, it's because I'm the boss and the boss told the boys to head out and start the party a little early tonight. That's right, ya know what, come to think of it those guys both deserve a round of applause for the hack job they've done on Domination these past few weeks.

Jimmy Yates: Oh, please...is he forgetting earlier tonight?! And knock off the clapping, Bry!

Mirage begins clapping...

Mirage: Come on, that's right, let's hear it for the boys!

Rather than returning applause, the booing echoes through the arena.

Mirage: You people are so predictable, it's like flies on sh**! You got no respect, so you get no respect.

Mirage spits up into the air.

Mirage: Now listen up, everyone's been whispering a lot lately, a lotta rumors flyin' around...and the whispers haven't fallen on deaf ears. I heard the AoD doesn't have a chance in hell of beating Domination.

Jimmy Yates: Darn right!

Mirage: Now I've heard these rumors first hand, I've read these asinine "predictions" on the 'net...and too all you disbelievers...to all you doubters...let me remind you of a little something...

Mirage grabs Andrew Kelley’s arm shifting the height of the mic as he looks directly out to the hard camera.

Mirage: For years the people have doubted me. YEARS! The old man's lost it, they say...he ain't got it anymore...and time and time again I've done the improbable. I ain't as old as some of you think and I ain't young enough to fu** up an opportunity like this when it comes a knockin'. Just look at that other place...and you know exactly what I'm talkin' about, so let's call this little project a um...what do you call it when a wrestler stands in the ring and tells it like it is, Andy?! Well, whatever the word is just remember I'm still the world heavyweight champion up there no matter what games or bullsh** politics they play...I knocked off the best...and I'm still standin'.

Alan Ducard: Can he say that on the air? Did we censor that?

Bryan Harris: Let him talk...I've been waiting a while to hear this.

Mirage: Seems the entire world has forgotten who the hell I am. Seems like everyone's forgotten that when I set my sights on something, I don't miss...EVER. And right now, my sights are on the LEGACY Heavyweight Tag Team championship titles...so go ahead, bet against me again...why be any different?! The worlds always bet against me, and not once has the world won that bet.

Bryan Harris: Ain't that the truth...

Alan Ducard: It is hard to argue with his success when it mattered most.

Mirage: So this is to Domination...Rage...Venom...the reign of wonder is over, boys...and you know it. Now people have been wondering why I did what I did last time we faced off...and I'll tell ya. When it came down to it, I knew winning meant a guaranteed rematch, and it didn't matter how or why...but if you look in the LEGACY archives, the books read AoD ONE, Domination NONE. So let's do it right next time...let's make it a no disqualification match. These past few months I've been watchin, I've been learnin', and after that last match I noticed a little something in how you two operate...so let's just say I got your fu***** number now, and unlike anyone else you've ever faced...you know I've got the patience, the smarts and the ability to slice you to ribbons in this ring. Just do me a favor and keep those titles on ice, boys, cuz I like my gold served cold.

As Mirage finishes his last sentence, almost as if on cue, “Fear” by Disturbed hits the PA system, and the fans immediately go crazy with the arrival of the World Tag Team Champions being imminent.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like the Champs had enough of Mirage running his mouth out here.

Bryan Harris: Yep, the “Meathead Express” is pulling into the station.

Mirage looks towards the entrance way for a few moments, until finally Trent Logan emerges and begins walking towards the ring. Mirage looks almost disappointment and smirks as Logan wastes little in entering the ring with a mic in hand. Mirage looks at the manager amused at Domination sending the mouthpiece instead of the fists to face him.

Trent Logan: Cut the crap Mirage.

The fans pop for Logan and Mirage raises an eye brow at the unusual bluntness in Logan’s approach.

Trent Logan: Seriously cut the crap. If it takes this “everyone has forgotten how good I am” nonsense to get you going, so be it – but don’t try and feed me, the fans, or anyone else here in LEGACY that crap. No one here as forgotten what you are capable of doing as was so well illustrated by AoD’s sneak attack on my fighters at the contract signing, putting them through tables and then again with your DQ tactic last match, hitting Lucien with the steel. Even leading RAGE and VENOM on a run through the arena last week as all part of your little game – most assuredly you’ve had more than your share of fun at our expense. You’re a master manipulator, and truly you are one of the best – and you’ve played RAGE and VENOM quite well. However, “having our number”? I wouldn’t go that far Mirage … I wouldn’t go that far at all.

Trent smiles at Mirage and walks just a step closer to him. Logan isn’t a small guy by any means – he simply pales in comparison to RAGE and VENOM. Standing in front of Mirage he’s almost the same height, perhaps slightly smaller in build.

Trent Logan: You see we gave Osamu what he had coming to him at Super Card in spite of being screwed in that match, and tonight RAGE beat Lucien Gray in that ring – no b.s. needed. However, I gather with all of the bravado you displayed in coming out here tonight you figured you didn’t need him right now – and why would you right? I mean Domination – we’re the good guys right? You know Domination are the meatheads who get jumped and screwed over, but always wait to get that “real victory” in the ring. Domination are the cookie-cutter 1980s tag team heroes – predictable by our own personal boundaries.

Bryan Harris: You know he’s right about that it’s like they never learn!

Jimmy Yates: Be quiet Bryan I want to hear what he has to say!

Trent Logan: Maybe we are – or maybe you underestimate us, because as it stands – your that last piece of unfinished business. Mirage you pushed, and then you pushed again, and tonight WE push back.

With that Mirage looks at Logan grinning emphasizing the “we” as he just sees out of the corner of his eye, RAGE coming over the barricade from one side the ring, and VENOM from the other side as the fans cheer their arrival.

Jimmy Yates: Mirage has company coming!

Bryan Harris: I hate uninvited guests!

Alan Ducard: He’s making a break for it!

Mirage tries pushing past Logan and starts to take him down, but Logan manages to swing and catch him with the microphone as he tries to escape, dropping him to the canvas as RAGE and VENOM arrive. Mirage tries to then crawl under the bottom rope, but VENOM grabs him by the leg. Mirage tries to kick to free himself, but then VENOM grabs the other leg and pulls him back into the ring. VENOM then takes both legs and pulls Mirage up like he’s going for a reverse powerbomb, only for RAGE to grab him by the head and quickly DDT him out of the hold to the canvas. There’s a groan from the crowd on the impact, and Mirage looks to be in a world of hurt.

Alan Ducard: I’ve never seen that move from Domination before – I’m not even sure that tag team maneuver has a name yet.

Jimmy Yates: Well Alan, you might want to think of one because you’ll probably see it again.

Bryan Harris: This is uncalled for here – Mirage was all alone and now he’s battling three guys?

Jimmy Yates: He had it coming Bryan, and he wasn’t man enough to face them last Strife – this show Domination is forcing the issue. It’s like Trent said, tonight they push back!

VENOM quickly moves in then on Mirage’s legs and traps him in a Boston crab, torquing the back as Trent kneels down beside them to be sure Mirage hears what he has to say. RAGE sizes up Mirage and drives a boot into his head. He waits for Logan to speak, and at the end of every sentence he proceeds to deliver another hard kick to the face, targeting the soft areas like the cheekbones and the bridge of the nose looking to draw a little blood.

Trent Logan: You pushed us Mirage. (KICK and CHEERS)

Tonight we push back. (KICK and CHEERS)

You could have done this the easy way. (KICK and CHEERS)

You could have manned up and faced us in the kind of epic encounter you led us to believe you wanted. (KICK and CHEERS and the BLOOD starts to flow)

But no – YOU wanted to play games with us. (KICK and CHEERS)

You wanted to screw us over like were some kind of b*tches. (KICK and CHEERS)

Domination is NO ONE’S b*tch Mirage. (KICK and CHEERS)

We aren’t going to sit back and take anyone sh*t, let alone yours. (KICK and CHEERS and RAGE seizes the opportunity to grind his boot into the open wound.)

We aren’t going to wait with our thumbs up our asses until the rematch came around. Letting you jerk us around week after week. (KICK and CHEERS with a sizable pop for Domination’s proactive approach in this case. Trent gets down lower to look Mirage square in the eye as the blood continues to flow, and RAGE now drops a knee on the back of Mirage’s head.)

You see there will be that rematch between our teams is coming, but when it happens … it won’t be you against the “world” Mirage. It will be you and Lucien against the god*mn World Tag Team Champions – Domination – US and US alone. However, that’s all it will take for you to experience Total Domination. You think you’ve got our number Mirage – you haven’t seen anything yet.

With that Trent pushes up and he motions to VENOM to break the hold, but instead of leaving VENOM pulls him up and RAGE goes to the top, motioning for their finisher and the fans get louder as Mirage slumps a bit in the standing headscissors.

Bryan Harris: Come on enough is enough!

Jimmy Yates: Tonight Domination is looking to make a statement and what better exclamation point than this for the man who has played them for weeks!

Alan Ducard: Mirage is up and it’s … TOTAL DOMINATION!

The top rope clothesline/powerbomb combination hits as the fans go crazy, and “FEAR” once more hits the PA system. RAGE, VENOM, and Trent look down at their handiwork a moment as Trent straightens his tie, and the scene fades out.

Diego de Cardenas: Look here, Hector, it's the FORMER "top contenders" to the tag team titles. Do you remember how great they did at 11th Hour in a chance to get the tag titles from Domination?

Hector Rodriguez: Uh, NO, not really.

Diego de Cardenas: Yeah, me neither. All I can remember is them coming out the losers and wasting the chance they STOLE from us back at STRIFE 47... but the details get a little fuzzy, because since 11th Hour, all these two old bastards have done is to let H.g.H. get their rocks off at their expense.

The eyes of T.Rex get big, but Arch Angel puts a hand in front of him, telling him not to jump.

Hector Rodriguez: What happened out there tonight, you can get some feeling of redemption out of it if you want to, but we all saw how you got the win - the help of a couple of newbies who wanna get at Conrad and Joey - but y'all shouldn't feel like you accomplished anything.

Diego de Cardenas: What happened at LEGACY X, the sham of a victory you two perpetrated against us? We never got our chance to put things right. You ducked us, playing bitch boy lackies to Loco Martinez, and then the first time we get a time to get our hands on you, you avoid us in that clusterf*ck of a five-way tag. So now? Now we set things right. Glimmer of Hope, you got the balls to rumble with el Chupacabra again?

Hector Rodriguez: Or did Loco cut those off to put in his trophy case?

Arch Angel smirks, and turns to T.Rex.

Arch Angel: Look who wants to be relevant again, Teddy?

Its Diego's turn to go wide eyed. He seeths as Angel continues.

Arch Angel: You boys want US again? Fine by us. Maybe you think you can cash in on our little "unlucky streak", but the way I look at it? You's two are the streak busters. At Glimmer of Hope, Anarchy once again, drop you two like the bad habit you are. And Diego can go back to working out new double team moves with his new BFF, Joey Sheppard.

Hector turns and shoots an accusing glare at Diego.

T.Rex: But you's two remember this little hoe-down was YOUR idea when you walk in to that match a tag team and Anarchy makes damn sure one of you's leaves a singles competitor... while the other gets the good old gurney.

The two share a cocky chuckle as they walk by sharing an icy staredown with their Glimmer of Hope opponents.

Bryan Harris: The FX Network folk must be proud that they’re getting such a ratings grabber, but this isn’t the first time they’ve faced each other, it’s just the first time in a year or two it’s happened.

Jimmy Yates: They definitely have a history together, that’s for sure… and if my memory serves, X-Calibur won both of those matches using his signature “Hang Time Elbow” maneuver, which I thought was kind of ironic, since Carver and X both use very similar falling neckbreakers, and neither of the matches was decided because of that move.

Alan Ducard: Given all the matches that have been won by those great competitors with their respective falling neckbreakers, you would have to lay odds on the fact that this match will end by that move.

Bryan Harris: They’ll both be trying for their finisher, definitely, but it’s going to come down to how well they’re practiced at avoiding a falling neckbreaker instead of executing one… and frankly the biggest thing is going to be whether X-Calibur can avoid going for it too early.

Jimmy Yates: To say X-Calibur is upset for having been suspended for two shows, one of those shows being the hallmark fiftieth episode of STRIFE, would be an understatement.

Bryan Harris: If he feels left out from competing on that historic show, he should’ve thought of that before he got physical with LEGACY officials at 11th Hour. If he’s pissed off, it’s his fault, and if it costs him against Carver? He should feel like an idiot.

Del tries to pick X-Calibur up off the mat, but X grabs him and trades places, putting Carver on his back. Immediately straddling him, X-Calibur begins laying into him with repeated forearm shots to the side of the face. Diamond Del gets his arms up after absorbing repeated shots, guarding himself from more immediate punishment. After blocking the second shot, Del swings his arms aside, throwing X-Calibur off of him.

Alan Ducard: Del creating an opening there, hoping to get back in the match.

Jimmy Yates: Did you see how crazed X looks?

Bryan Harris: He was putting a little extra pepper in on those shots… X either has a grudge against Del Carver for something… or somebody pissed in his Wheaties this morning…

Alan Ducard: Bryan, really… Decorum.

Bryan Harris: You’re right, Al, it was probably Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

X-Calibur is the first of the two back to his feet, and he moves in on Carver, who is working his way back up. Putting his hand under Del’s arm, X-Calibur lifts him up with one arm and arches back with the other, but before he can connect with anything, Carver stands up and shoots in with an uppercut to the jaw that rocks X-Calibur back. Without a moment’s hesitation, Diamond Del shoots out a jab to the jaw, then grabs X-Calibur by the wrist and starts to shoot him off into the opposite corner, but then plants his feet and sends X-Calibur instead into the nearby corner, and he hits hard chest first.

Jimmy Yates: I think the ring almost shook on that one!

Moving in, Del Carver drills X-Calibur with a forearm shot to the back that drops him down to the mat. Hoisting X up off the mat, Diamond Del hammers down with a forearm, sending him right back down to the mat. As the fans in the crowd start chanting Del’s name, Carver gives a short walk around the ring, acknowledging them before going back to work on his opponent.

Lifting his opponent off the mat, DDC connects with another jab, then backs up a step and sends a kick to X-Calibur’s gut, doubling him over. Getting closer, Carver tries to grab X-Calibur by the head into a front facelock, but X starts digging in with his feet, pushing Del backwards, driving him into the corner, slamming his back into the turnbuckles. Backing up a step and grabbing the middle rope on either side of Carver, X-Calibur drives his shoulder deep into the gut again. Standing up straight, X-Calibur dives forward with a back elbow smash to the side of the face. After another step backwards, X-Calibur drives another back elbow smash into the same spot.

Alan Ducard: Del Carver sent reeling, and X-Calibur shoves him down to the mat by the back of the head.

Bryan Harris: There you go, best idea Carver ever made, escaping to the outside under the bottom rope. The old man could probably use a breather!

Jimmy Yates: And X-Calibur isn’t going to let him have one… he’s follow him out there!

As soon as his feet hit the arena floor, X-Calibur spins Carver around, then drills him with a forearm shot. Keeping him close, X lifts Del up off his feet, connects with an inverted atomic drop, then turns and reaches up to grab Carver around the head, the fans popping in excitement, anticipating the X-Terminator… but Carver shoves him away. After taking a couple steps, X-Calibur turns around, dives forward and clotheslines Del down to the arena floor. Turning to the crowd, X-Calibur pumps his fist at the cheering fans, a determined look on his face and gritted teeth. Not wasting too much time, X-Calibur turns around, grabs Del Carver and lifts him up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.

Alan Ducard: Referee Klinton Porter letting things go a little loosely here in tonight’s main event, he didn’t even begin a 10-count during that foray out of the ring.

Jimmy Yates: I’d imagine if things go outside the ring any more in this match, he might administer a count…

Bryan Harris: The way X-Cal is acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted to take things outside the ring again. Clearly he hasn’t shaken his bad vibes he had going back at 11th Hour… the guy’s unhinged!

Hopping back up on the apron, X-Calibur ducks in between the middle and top rope, reentering the ring. Quickly moving in on Del Carver as he tries to get up off the mat, X-Calibur drives a falling double axhandle smash into Diamond Del’s back, sending him collapsing down to the mat. Taking him by the wrist, X-Calibur hoists Del up off the mat and tries for an irish whip, but Carver grabs X’s wrist, holds on as he digs his heels in, then he turns his momentum around and dives in to one knee, sending his left shoulder into X-Calibur’s gut.

Jimmy Yates: Well that’s one way to stop the move, find a way to make yourself dead weight and then just use your body as the weapon.

Bryan Harris: That’s a stupid comment, Jimbo. This is wrestling, EVERYBODY uses their body as a weapon.

Jimmy Yates: I meant instead of actually doing a technical move.

Bryan Harris: Come on, now, that’s not Del Carver’s strong point.

Alan Ducard: You speak too soon!

Reaching up and grabbing X-Calibur by the head with one arm and by the leg with his other, Del Carver flips X-Calibur over with a fireman’s carry, putting him on the mat. As X-Calibur tries to get up, Carver
takes him by the wrist and sends him into the ropes with an irish whip, and on the return Del takes him to the mat with a combination clothesline and STO.

Jimmy Yates: Carver with the Diamond Line, and now he’s in the driver’s seat!

X-Calibur rolls over onto his stomach, still reeling from the pain, and Del moves in, trying to stay on the advantage, wrapping X into a headlock. Trying to get out of the hold, X-Calibur pushes with his arms in hopes of breaking free, but Carver keeps it locked in. Getting his knees underneath him, X-Calibur fights his way back to his feet, but Carver keeps the headlock on tight. Once back to a mostly-vertical base, X-Calibur continues to try to break free, but Del takes the opportunity to lift him up into the air, falling
backwards with a vertical suplex.

Alan Ducard: Not exactly the prettiest vertical suplex in the world, but it works for Diamond Del, who continues to have that headlock on X-Calibur.

Arching his back a little, X-Calibur is clearly in a bit of pain from the suplex, but he then slides his right leg under his left and turns over onto his stomach, flipping Carver into the same position. Once again X-Calibur gets his knees underneath of himself and pushes his way up off the mat, but again Carver finds a way to maintain his grasp on the headlock. The crowd slowly begins a chant, with half the fans yelling “Lets-go-Car-ver!” and the other half following it up with a “Lets-go-X-Cal!” chant of their own. X-Calibur gets energized by the chant in his favor and tries to pry his way out of the hold, but Del keeps it locked in tight. Grabbing around Carver’s waist, X-Calibur flips his opponent up and over with a Northern Lights suplex, holding on and bridging into a pinfall attempt.

ONE!!

TW.. NO!!

Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur can’t maintain the bridge as Del Carver shifts just enough to upset the balance!

Bryan Harris: I don’t know that it was a smart idea by X-Calibur to go for a Northern Lights suplex just after getting suplexed himself. His back was already hurting, and then he tried to bridge with it? Brilliant.

Both men struggle to be the first to get back to a vertical base, but X-Calibur is the first to his feet. Seeing that he might get put back on the defensive, Carver shoots up and immediately wraps his arms around X’s neck and starts to pull forwards, instantly exciting the fans as he goes for his falling neckbreaker, but X-Calibur avoids the move as he backs up and shoves off.

Alan Ducard: Nearly a Diamond Death Drop by Del Carver, and that might’ve done it had he connected!

Jimmy Yates: Boy, the reflexes by X-Calibur were sharp on that one!

Just as X-Calibur turns around, Del Carver comes charging in at him, and at the last moment X is able to partially side-step and execute a hiptoss, putting Diamond Del on the mat. After a quick step forward,
X stomps down onto Del’s chest with a boot. Sensing that he’s got a little bit of time to work with, X-Calibur moves over into the corner, backs up into the turnbuckle, hops up so that he’s sitting on the top
rope, his feet on the middle rope, and then he dives forwards, connecting with an elbow to the sternum.

Bryan Harris: Wow, if X-Calibur would’ve done that from the top rope, it could’ve been the Hang Time Elbow. Had he done it from the bottom rope, some of these idiots in the crowd would’ve called it a Yukon
elbow, but as it stands, that’s just a regular falling elbow smash from the second rope!

Alan Ducard: Great analysis, Bryan.

Jimmy Yates: Here we go, X-Calibur waits and watches for Carver to get up, and I think he’s going to try for the X-Terminator, and if he can hit it, this will probably be the first match where he’s ever been
able to beat Carver with his version of the falling neckbreaker.

As Diamond Del starts to get up from the mat, X-Calibur stalks into position, and when Carver turns around X-Calibur rushes in, leaps, grabs Del by the head and goes for full extension…

…BUT CARVER BLOCKS IT, SENDING X-CALIBUR CRASHING TO THE MAT EMPTY HANDED!!!

Alan Ducard: Now it’s Carver with the great reflexes, and he keeps this match going by avoiding the X-Terminator!

Bryan Harris: And if he’s smart, he’ll get in on the attack. This is some serious providence that he needs to capitalize on!

Shaking the cobwebs, X-Calibur fights his way back up to his feet, but Carver gets in behind him, grabs around the waist and slams him onto his feet with an atomic drop. During the moment where X is feeling
the affects of the drop, Del spins around and nails X-Calibur in the back of the head with a roaring elbow that drops him to a knee.

Taking X-Calibur by the arm, Carver spins him around, turning himself around in the process. Reaching up over his shoulder, Carver grabs X-Calibur by the head and is met with a stiff shot to the ribs, stopping his attempt at a falling neckbreaker. Spinning around, X-Calibur puts his arms up over his shoulder, grabbing Del by the head the same time Carver reengages X’s head in his arms, back to back, and both men leap forward, each getting a bit of falling neckbreaker in the process, the crowd letting out a huge “OOOHHHH!!” at the modified, simulatenous moves.

Alan Ducard: Dual reverse falling neckbreakers, and I’m uncertain of who got the worst of it!

Bryan Harris: I think they both did!!

With both men down, Klinton Porter is forced to make the count.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

Alan Ducard: Still no movement from either X-Calibur or Del Carver…

FOUR…

Jimmy Yates: Wouldn’t this be funny if it ended up in a double TKO?

FIVE…

Bryan Harris: That’s looking like a real possibility, though I think one of them will probably be able to get up…

SIX…!

Bryan Harris: …and my money’s on X-Calibur.

SEVEN…!

Carver is mostly still sprawled out, but he has a knee underneath him. X-Calibur puts his left foot on the ground, but he’s still hunched
over.

EIGHT…!

Carver reaches the middle rope and starts to pull himself up… The crowd starts to get excited as the count nears the end…

NINE…!

Grabbing the top rope, Del Carver picks himself back up to his feet… and X-Calibur slips his right leg underneath him and also gets back up to a vertical base. Klinton Porter turns to the timekeeper and waives
off the count.

NINE ONLY!!

Carver puts his head on a swivel and looks around for his opponent upon returning to his feet, and as soon as he spots X-Calibur, he moves in on him and is met with a boot to the midsection for his troubles. Taking a stunned Del Carver by the wrist, X-Calibur shoots him off into the ropes with an irish whip. On the rebound, X-Calibur hoists Carver up off the mat, spins him around in a tilt-a-whirl, then sends him crashing down onto a knee with a backbreaker.

Jimmy Yates: Great move by X-Calibur, and I don’t think Carver’s going to be able to get off the mat…

Alan Ducard: Just as he’s done twice before in matches with Del Carver, X-Calibur senses the same thing he has in two previous matches, and now he’s looking to do the same thing he did in those matches, and the first step is moving out onto the apron, just like X-Calibur is doing now.

Bryan Harris: If he’s going for that Hang Time Elbow, he’d better hurry up. I know that if he hits it, the match is over… but he’s gotta hit it first!

With a sense of purpose, X-Calibur climbs the turnbuckles, his eyes set on Del Carver the entire way. Reaching the top rope, X-Calibur puts one fist into the air, then leaps up off the top rope, looking like he’s going to freeze in mid-air with his amount of hang time before extending himself completely horizontally before coming crashing down onto Diamond Del with an elbow directly to the sternum.

Jimmy Yates: Hang Time Elbow, this has to be it!! He’s done it again!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR… NO!!!!!!!

CARVER SHOULDERS OUT!!

As Klinton Porter signals officially that it was only a two-count, the crowd begins a “D-D-C! D-D-C!” chant.

Bryan Harris: I don’t believe Old Man Carver kicked out after that! I don’t think he’s EVER kicked out after the Hang Time Elbow! You mean this match is going to continue?!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur looks about as shocked as anyone that the bell isn’t ringing right now with his hand getting raised after hitting that Hang Time Elbow, but he’s not complaining…

Not saying a word to Klinton Porter, X-Calibur just backs up into a nearby corner and watches, waiting for his opponent to get back to his feet. The excited crowd decides to once again show their allegiances, as the divided audience breaks into a dueling chant, with half of them chanting "Let's-go-Carver!", the other half chiming in directly thereafter with a "Let's-go-X-Cal!" follow-up.

Alan Ducard: These fans are amazingly divided, but they’re all chanting loudly, regardless of their favorite.

As Del Carver works his way up off the mat, he holds his chest, obviously in a lot of pain from the move, but pleased that he kicked out of the pinfall attempt. Before he can even get back to a complete vertical base, Diamond Del finds himself grabbed around the head by X-Calibur, who once again is trying to go for the X-Terminator. Putting his hands on X’s wrists, Carver fights back, trying to force X’s arms away. Sensing it’s not going to happen right then, X-Calibur spins around and pulls his arms away. The sudden lack of opposite force causes Del’s arms to whip uncontrollably, and his own thumb catches him in the eye.

As Carver holds his eye and tries to keep from falling to a knee, X-Calibur grabs him by the shoulder and drills him in the face with a headbutt that drops Carver to the mat. Immediately an idea comes to mind, and X-Calibur once again goes over to the ropes and exits out onto the apron. Taking a few deep breaths, X-Calibur once again waits for Diamond Del to work his way up off the mat. The moment Del gets to one knee, X-Calibur dips his knees a bit to stretch his legs, then holding the top rope, he springs up to the top rope and springboards towards the middle of the ring, first pulling his right shoulder back, then swinging it around and connecting with a huge forearm shot to the side of Carver’s face, leveling him.

Jimmy Yates: Dragon’s Fist!!

Bryan Harris: Carver’s out!!

X reaches over, hooks the leg and makes the pinfall attempt.

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!!

Getting to his knees, Klinton Porter signals to the timekeeper. The bell rings, but before Josephina Colbert can make her announcment we hear the voice of Loco Martinez over the PA system.

Loco Martinez: HEY!!! HEY.

Loco comes out from the back to a chorus of boos. Loco's closes are ripped and covered with drying blood. His head is bandaged up. His arm is caked with blood. X-Calibur looks at this with a sense of pride. Loco's eyes are wide. He looks over his shoulders repeatedly while he comes to the ring. He stops abruptly at the base of the ramp. Looks over his shoulder again, and then looks up at X, desperation in his eyes.

Loco Martinez: Call it off.

X looks on with faux confusion and smirks while mouthing "Call WHAT off?" Loco stomps his foot like a freshly grounded middle schooler.

Loco Martinez: Call off the bounty, man.

Bryan Harris: What is he doing?!

Loco Martinez: You got what you wanted. You have your rematch against me. You get a shot at the title. But I can't live like this.... I haven't taken a piss without having to look over my shoulders. I never want to leave my locker room. I... I... I can't do this.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like Issac going after the bounty put the fear of God in the champ.

Loco looks up, pleading.

Loco Martinez: PLEASE.

He looks up wide eyed. We can see the fear in Loco's eye as he says something he hasn't said in months.

Loco Martinez: X-x-x-x-Calibur.

X's eyes fill with surprise at hearing Loco say his name.

Loco Martinez: Please. Drop. This bounty.

X goes and gets a mic. He mulls it over as the crowd chants "Don't do it".

Alan Ducard: I’m not certain, but I don’t think X-Calibur is going to be empathetic here…

His mulling over, X gives his answer.

X-Calibur: No!

The crowd roars and starts up an "X-Cal" chant. Loco shakes his head. He then throws himself on his knees.

Loco Martinez: X. X. I'm BEGGING you. Look at me.

X is looking, and is clearly enjoying this display by the Legacy World Champ.

X-Calibur: You want me to drop the bounty?

Loco nods emphatically.

X-Calibur: Then you accept my match stipulations.

Loco shakes his head "no" even more emphatically he stands up and looks furiously at X.

X-Calibur: Accept. Or not only will I not drop the bounty, I'll double it.

Loco takes a few angry steps towards the ring, before stopping. He paces on the ramp for a few moments weighing which fate would be worse. Which situation more painful. He slowly pulls the mic to his lips and utters one word almost inaudibly.

Loco Martinez: Fine.

The crowd roars at the prospect of the impending match. X smiles huge and then puts his hand to his ear.

X-Calibur: What was that?

Loco looks up with venom. He snarls.

Loco Martinez: I said... f(eep)ing... FINE!

The fans erupt in cheers as Loco spikes the mic down in a hissy fit and storms to the back. Harverster of Sorrow hits the speakers as X stands in the ring smirking and nodding. He licks his lips and mouths "you only have ME to worry about, now".