Jimmy Yates: The ending to that match came down to these two competitors you’re going to see in the opening contest, and many feel it could’ve gone either way two weeks ago back in Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Bryan Harris: Cervantes was definitely of that opinion, as he thinks that he gets better against opponents the more he faces them. Is he right? That’s to be determined, but if he lands that thrust kick of his onto Crimson Ghost’s jaw? It’s going to be lights out.

Alan Ducard: Elliot Landry was completely knocked out by that kick at STRIFE 51, and I’m not certain if he’s ever going to make his return to LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: You’d think after a nearly broken jaw and a concussion, he might be scared to.

Jimmy Yates: Let’s check to see whether Crimson Ghost was frightened by the way Cervantes was able to knock out Landry two weeks ago, or if Crimson Ghost is going to make Cervantes see red yet again.

Alan Ducard: Cervantes with an impressive leap frog, but Crimson Ghost stopped dead in his tracks.

Bryan Harris: What the hell is that about?

Crimson Ghost takes a step as if he were about to run, and Cervantes jumps up for a leap frog again, but Crimson Ghost stops in mid-step! Cervantes lands with his feet on the canvas and then Crimson Ghost starts to run, and Cervantes leap frogs again, but Crimson Ghost stops yet again! Cervantes shouts at Crimson Ghost.

Cervantes: Come on, what’re you doin’?!

Crimson Ghost: Sorry, sorry. Let’s do it again.

Cervantes nods and Crimson Ghost starts to run and Cervantes drops to his belly to trip him, but Crimson Ghost leaps into the air and lands with his back across Cervantes’ back, to a smattering of chuckles from the crowd, as Crimson Ghost points at his head.

Jimmy Yates: Haha! That was awesome.

Bryan Harris: You’ve got to be kidding me!

Crimson Ghost pulls Cervantes off the canvas and whips him off the ropes, but Cervantes reverses the whip and pulls Crimson Ghost into a short-arm clothesline, taking him down. Cervantes hits the ropes to the side, and Crimson Ghost quickly floats over to his belly to try and trip Cervantes, but Cervantes clears him easily. Cervantes keeps running and Crimson Ghost scrambles to his feet and leaps for a leap frog, as Cervantes slows his run. Crimson Ghost lands on his feet right as Cervantes drives a forearm into his face, taking him down to the canvas!

Cervantes: Touche, Ghost!

Another smattering of chuckles come from the fans closest, that can hear the yelling exchanges of the two, as Cervantes drops to a secure a side headlock on Crimson Ghost.

Jimmy Yates: Cervantes done playing Crimson Ghost’s games, and now he’s in firm control!

Alan Ducard: As firm as he can be, anyway.

Cervantes grinds down on Crimson Ghost with the side headlock, as Crimson Ghost tries everything he can to get out of the hold, squirming around and flailing about. Crimson Ghost finally gets an arm under Cervantes’ leg and turns over to his other side, rolling Cervantes up onto his shoulders!

ONE!

Cervantes kicks out and is back on his side, grinding down on Crimson Ghost he pulls back, pulling on Ghost’s neck! Ghost turns into Cervantes and starts pushing to his knees, pushing Cervantes up with him, Crimson Ghost makes it to his feet, though Cervantes still maintains his hold on the headlock. Crimson Ghost gives forearm shots to the ribs of Cervantes and then shoves forward, sending Cervantes to the ropes.

Bryan Harris: Crimson Ghost is having to fight to get out of that simple headlock.

Alan Ducard: But he did get out of it, Bryan.

Cervantes rebounds and Crimson Ghost runs at him, catching him on the rebound with a sleeper hold as he rebounds! Cervantes turns slightly and scoops under Ghost’s legs and lifts up, before falling back with a back suplex! Cervantes pushes to his feet and looks down at Ghost, before dropping an elbow! Cervantes swings back up to his feet and drops a second elbow! He swings back to his feet and runs to the ropes and rebounds with a running elbow drop before hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Crimson Ghost kicks out!

Bryan Harris: Cervantes is really turning up the heat!

Jimmy Yates: No kidding! Geeze!

Cervantes pulls Crimson Ghost to his feet, but Crimson Ghost slaps the hands away and grabs Cervantes by the head and drops into a jawbreaker! Cervantes holds his chin as he stumbles back a little, and Crimson Ghost hits the ropes and rebounds with a spinning wheel kick, taking Cervantes down! Cervantes gets back to his feet and Crimson Ghost runs to the ropes and springboards off the middle rope and turns, right into a cross body! Cervantes goes back down and Crimson Ghost quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle!

Alan Ducard: It appears as though Crimson Ghost is going for The Spin Cycle!

Jimmy Yates: What a way to mount a comeback!

Cervantes gets to his feet and Crimson Ghost leaps off, reaching forward! Cervantes snaps his foot upward, right into Ghost’s jaw!

Alan Ducard: The Code to Live By!

Bryan Harris: Literally plucked out of mid-air! Amazing!

Crimson Ghost hits the canvas like a sack of bricks, and Cervantes covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds as Cervantes pushes to his feet, looking down at Crimson Ghost, as Crimson Ghost remains motionless.

Alan Ducard: Crimson Ghost had his fair share of moments, but once this match got serious, it was definitely a difficult mountain for Ghost to climb.

Bryan Harris: In other words, he got knocked smooth out, haha!

MARCUS MARION: Gosh, standing in front of you all, about to drop another bombshell in a career already laden with far more than any of you really DESERVE, well, it's ALMOST enough to get me all weepy. Almost is the most important word you need to remember. Just so we're clear I have made my selections. And boy, did I ever BREAK the bank. Men, feel free to get down on your hands and knees and worship me. Women, get down on your hands and knees, but don't worship me, I've got OTHER ideas.

Plenty of the females in the crowd get hot, showing their disapproval at the crass former two-time World Champion.

MARCUS MARION: My first selection is a man who really needs no introduction. His name, dear nitwits, James Win. That's right, the Network Champion, he'll be on my team. Why him? Because he's the absolute future of this industry. I could list every accomplishment he's had since coming out the womb, but look at the gold, that's all the PROOF you'll ever need. Where's he at? Look down on your laps, you've got a program, he's got a title match this evening; guess where he's at. And guess what he's doing. To everyone with crushed souls hoping Jimmy would make an appearance, never fear, he's here in spirit.

Marion cracks a sarcastic smile - the crowd groans at the remark.

MARCUS MARION: And my last selection...he's one of my personal favorites. He, too, needs no introduction. But; however, I'll give him one anyway. In my personal opinion, he's one of the finest wrestlers in the world today. He is, without a doubt, a future LEGACY World Champion. He, like me, is a man that doesn't believe in resting on his laurels. I selected this man because we have that same intensity, that same fire to be the absolute...BEST! What's his name? So glad you asked...

"The Iceman"...ADAM DAVIS!

BOOM BOOM BOOM. The three blasts of blue pyro shake the arena.

"Babble babble bitch bitch
Rebel rebel party party
Sex sex sex and don't forget the "vio-lence"
Blah blah blah got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your STUPID SLOGAN in:
Everybody sing,"

Marilyn Manson's bitter tone fills the arena as the Legacy fanbase prepares to receive Davis' return. Some are already getting ready to sing along as Manson screams the chorus alongside the guitar riffs kicking in.

"Are you motherf**kers ready

For the new sh*t?
Stand up and admit,
tomorrow's never coming.
This is the new sh*****t!"

Marion cracks a knowing grin as Adam Davis steps from behind the curtain wearing his "Iceman Cometh" frozen skull t-shirt and a pair of baggy jeans. Davis keeps a steady pace heading to the ring, keeping mostly to himself and ignoring the fans hoping to slap hands. Pulling the microphone from his back pocket, he takes in the mixed reaction from the crowd, but mostly jeers.

ADAM DAVIS: It feels so good to be back! You know, while I was struggling with my issues and being the anti-Adam Davis, which by all accounts means inconsistent and not winning every f*cking match I was in, I really appreciated the out pour of support and sympathy that I received.

He pauses, letting the crowd muster a good reaction and rally behind him. Davis nods and shoots a pearly white smile as he does a turn to look at the entire audience, but just as quickly his tone sharply changes.

ADAM DAVIS: Who the hell am I kidding? You sloppy, lazy bastards would rather drool over fossils and jokes of competitors than even give me the props I ever truly deserve! It's better to cheer and overrate comedy acts and living pieces of wrestling nostalgia than truly embrace and support THE FUTURE of the wrestling industry. You better believe my phone was blowing up for my return, and many were dying to know just who I would support in the Co-Op, but Marion is like me. He speaks his mind and has more talent than most in this industry can touch.

The crowd gives Davis a piece of their mind, in the form of merciless booing. Marion, with his lips up to the "stick" (mic), begins to speak.

MARCUS MARION: Davis, don't mind the reaction of these trolls, the truth is always good for a hot flash or two. It really doesn't matter who stands in our way. If it's the dark horse Issac Entragian, poor schmuck should be filing his fangs, instead of getting a chance to compete for a title I, and I alone, MADE famous, if it's him, we've got a Bell Tower with his name written all over it. It doesn't even matter if it's "Ass" DeMitri. Remind me of one thing, what has he done that is relevant to pro wrestling since the turn of the century?

The chorus of boos and anger from the crowd continues, but also a small murmur from a few in the crowd as some of the former OPW faithful anxiously await to hear what Davis has to say about OPW's former Avatar.

ADAM DAVIS: DeMitri can truly be a destructive force the likes of which LEGACY has never seen.

Davis pauses, and then shrugs carrying on a sarcastic tone.

ADAM DAVIS: However, the good news is Azraith being relevant in a title scene is about as current as the Y2K scare. Hell, even if he did snag a title worth something, we all know he'd probably fumble it not to long thereafter...But that's not really the point. The truth is, kiddies, Team Marion was assembled based on the strengths and potential that each of its members possess. We aren't some grotesque collection of circus freaks, nor are we those same old has-beens cashing in on that "one last shot at the brass ring." Team Marion goes beyond the hype. We are about success.

Marion retrieves the conversation, instantaneously.

MARCUS MARION: And as for bombshells, I'm usually not the kind of guy that says "I told you so". But...I told you so!

Davis and Marion smirk, leaving the ring to the uncensored hate of the fans.

Azraith DeMitri: I’m asking you to trust me on this. You trusted me to be your partner – this can’t be much of a stretch.

The Outlaw: We were enemies for a long time Azraith, but in that time I never had an issue trusting you, - you were up front and make no excuses about whom and what you were. It wasn’t much a stretch to trust you and make you the first pick for Team Outlaw. However, I’m not sure how I feel about this idea.

Azraith: Look, if I didn’t think that the potential gain from this would outweigh the risks I wouldn’t ask this of you. If we can get him on our side, and on the same page, we could be UNSTOPPABLE in the Co-Op. I know you mentioned that we had the potential to survive to the end – with him the whole team could survive to the end and then we can show them how “Outlaws” do battle.

The Outlaw: You REALLY think after all that all of us have been through that he’d even consider it.

Azraith: I don’t know Greyson – I don’t know, but I think we have to try. I’ve tried to make contact, to at least begin clearing the air. I haven’t heard back just yet, but I hope to by the end of the night.

Azraith looks to his skeptical partner, and they stop walking.

Azraith: I need this Greyson. I need to do this before I can totally move forward here in LEGACY.

The Outlaw: Alright … if you really think this is what we should do – try and get in contact with him again.

Azraith reaches down to get on his cell, but as he does, Intern Avery approaches, stopping the call.

Intern Avery: I couldn’t help but overhearing guys, but do you have an update on who will be the third member of Team Outlaw.

The Outlaw: There is an idea we’ve been discussing, that Azraith has finally sold me on attempting, but for right now I’m not going to comment on the situation. No need to add anymore fuel to the burning rumors of who might join us at Co-Op.

Intern Avery: Well do you have any words about your match tonight then?

Azraith: I said this week – I have Greyson’s back. I offered him my hand, and he took the step to shake it. A part we were awesome rivals, and together – well I’ll let that up to a violent imagination.

Intern Avery: So how did this all happen? How did this all go down … I know Blade you finally reached out but …

The Outlaw: We show a hell of a lot of our lives to the viewers at home Avery, but some things are better left in the shadows. For right now it doesn’t matter how, or even why – what matters is that it has happened, and we are ready for tonight’s match – we are ready to have our arms raised in victory tonight, and for Team Outlaw to own the Co-Op Challenge, but if you’d excuse us Avery, Az has a call to make.

With that Avery takes his leave and the scene fades out.

Alan Ducard: The heat betwixt this duo stems from Dawson’s time in The Entourage, when Ron Bailey helped play spoiler to the Entourage’s attempt to take the Tao of Valor championship from Devastation.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know that you can just make that statement, Al. If I recall correctly, the match you’re talking about involved Stephen Rawlings, so why would Dawson care if Ron Bailey got involved in that match?

Jimmy Yates: Because it was Entourage business, and Dawson was a huge proponent of Entourage at the time. And I can bet you that tonight, Matthew Dawson is looking to perform at a high level against Ron Bailey to get himself some momentum going into Glimmer of Hope against whomever his opponent might be – Laura Seton or Devastation.

Alan Ducard: And just a reminder, this is a non-title bout, since the front office decided that the Tao of Valor Championship would not be defended at every show as it once was. Matthew Dawson had best hope he isn’t taking this match too lightly, or he might find himself on the wrong end of the Sure Thing and get knocked in the chin by Ron Bailey’s knee.

Bryan Harris: I doubt that’s going to happen, but let’s find out.

Alan Ducard: Only a few minutes into this match and both competitors are pulling out all the stops. Bailey knows if he can get a win over Dawson he would be inline for a future rematch with possibly the Tao of Valor title on the line.

Jimmy Yates: Even if bailey gets the win he would have to stand in line behind the winner of Devastation vs. Laura Seton.

Bryan Harris: Your acting like Dawson plans to lose, he is a smart man he knows he has Devastation or Laura Seton in his future, but he is focused on the present and that is Ron Bailey.

As Dawson goes to get to his feet bailey starts throwing some stiff kicks to Dawson's legs, but Dawson rolls away and up to his feet. The two lock up in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie-up and Bailey whips Dawson towards the corner. At the last moment Dawson jumps up to the top rope and does a backflip landing behind Bailey and grabs him and executes a belly to back suplex. Dawson then jumps up to the middle of the second rope and twists his body around to land a devastating leg drop.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson with a lionsault legdrop to Bailey and it looks like he's going for the cover.

One

Two

kick out

Dawson shakes his head and pulls bailey up to his feet, but bailey sends an elbow into his gutand flips Dawson over with a snapmare takedown. bailey then sends some stiff kicks to Dawson's spine.

Bryan Harris: Bailey has some devastating kicks and strikes, but Dawson has the speed, he needs to tire Bailey out so he can't put as much force behind those blows.

After the third kick Dawson sense the next one coming and falls to the side grabbing Baileys foot and tossing him across the ring with a dragonscrew leg whip. Dawson slowly gets to his feet holding his back, but Bailey comes rushing back towards him with a running knee to the face. Bailey quickly hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

One

Tw...kick out.

Bailey gets to his feet and as he pulls Dawson up he spins him around going for the tilt-a-whirl piledriver, but Dawson spins out of the whirl and kicks Bailey in the gut and hits a jump up drop across the back of Bailey's neck.

Jimmy Yates: It's the Dawson dropper, but it doesn't look like Dawson is ready to go for the cover yet.

Alan Ducard: These two are evenly matched as you see so far neither one has been able to get more than two or three moves in a row before their opponent reverses it or lands a move of his own.

Dawson gets up and show boats for a moment. He sees a sign in the third row that says Dawson's my sugar daddy and looks at the fan and says , you wish before wiping some sweat off his pecs and flinging it at the fan then heads toward the corner. Dawson is apparently going for a high risk maneuver, but as eh gets to the corner Bailey runs up behind him and locks in a rear naked choke. Dawson is squirming trying to get free sticking his left foot between the bottom and middle rope as the ref yells at bailey to break the illegal hold. While the ref is reprimanding Bailey, Dawson reaches back and sticks a thumb in Bailey's eye causing him to let go of the choke. Dawson rubs his neck in the corner as the ref admonishes both men. letting them know if they both keep it up he'll throw the entire match out and disqualify them both.

Jimmy Yates: Both men being told by the ref that if they keep up the shenanigans, that neither one will be visiting the pay window to get the winners portion of the purse.

Bryan Harris: Shenanigans, pay Windows, I feel like I some how time warped to the 1980's Atlanta.

Alan Ducard: We're not in Atlanta, we're in Ohio.

Bryan Harris: Shut it Ducard, we're not in New York either, Lord Alfred rolls over in his grave every time you step into the booth.

Dawson stops rubbing his neck and turns around to see Bailey rushing at him, so he runs forward matching the speed momentum and lifts bailey up and executes an inverted atomic drop and quickly follows it with a DDT. Dawson hooks the leg and goes for a cover.

One

Two

Three...

..wait no the ref is waving his hands calling it off and we see that Dawson had his feet on the bottom rope for leverage. Dawson starts arguing with the ref and is told tha tis his last warning. the match continues and if he tries it again he will be disqualified. While Dawson is distracted by the ref Bailey sneaks up behind him and again goes for a choke, but Dawson thinks quick and tries to run up the corner turnbuckles and flip over Bailey to escape, but his plan doesn't quite as Bailey doesn't let go he just changes his grip and Dawson lands on his head in a type of Backdrop/brainbuster combo.

Jimmy Yates: That was sick. We may need medical attention, Dawson may be knocked out. The ref steps between Bailey and Dawson and tells Bailey to step back. He checks to make sure Dawson is conscious and ok then takes a step back and starts a ten count.

One

Two

Three

Bailey looks on from the corner and hops up onto the top turnbuckle and sits there watching whats going on.

Four

Five

Dawson starts to move rubbing his head.

Six

Seven

Dawson rolls over to his stomach.

Eight

Nine

Suddenly Dawson leaps to his feet and jumps up to the seconds turnbuckle where Bailey was sitting and sends a forearm into Bailey's face.

Jimmy Yates: Either Dawson is a miracle healer, or he was playing possum.

Bryan Harris: This is great it's like he's the illegitimate bastard son of Paul Jarvis and Derek Shane.

Alan Ducard: I don't even want to know how that works but it looks like Bailey is going for a ride.

Dawson sends another forearm into Bailey's jaw and then lifts the "Sure Thing” up onto his shoulders and takes the step to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a moonsault fallaway slam known as the Ultimate Highlight.

Dawson lands on top of Bailey and immediately hooks the leg as the ref realizes what's going on and drops to make the count.

One…

Two…

Three.

Alan Ducard: Whether Dawson legit fought through the injury or is jsut continuing the charade he walks out of here tonight with a victory, and has either Devastation or Laura Seton waiting for him in the near future.

In front of the comfy looking lounge chair he was sitting in, a wooden table held two coffee mugs adjacent from one another, and in front of the coffee table sat another lounge chair, this one empty. After a few seconds, the sounds of someone attaching a microphone piece to their person can be heard, and moments after the current number one contender for the LEGACY World Championship, X-Calibur, walks onto the scene in his finest Sunday casuals.

Faded blue jeans, black boots, and a white TapouT shirt with stars of the American flag acting as the backdrop inside each of the letters. An American Eagle was perched atop the curvature in the logo, digging his talons into the logos as if he were looking over the edge of the world. X-Calibur’s medium length dark brown hair is neatly tied back into a pony tail, and as he sits down he takes a drink of the coffee mug.

Andrew Kelly: Eryk Van Warren. Known to the wrestling world as “X-Calibur”. Thank you for joining here today.

X-Calibur: My pleasure, Andrew.

Andrew Kelly: Your reputation precedes you, X. I know very well that you are not a man who likes to mince words, nor are you a man who prefers to beat around the bush when asked a question. You like to give answers straight up, and that said, I don’t want to waste any time getting into this interview with you.

X-Calibur: Heh.

Andrew Kelly: The world demands to know, X. The world demands to know what exactly you were thinking challenging Loco Martinez, the World’s Champion, to a match like that.

X-Calibur: You know something, Andrew? There’s been a growing “concern” here in LEGACY for things such as sophistication and political correctness. If people aren’t bitching on message boards about f(beep)ing swearing on cable television, then they’re bitching about having “too many hardcore matches” or “too many tag team matches” or “too many this and that and the other” on one show. Specifically though, I’ve noticed a growing “concern” about how this match I’ve presented to Loco Martinez, OUR World Champion, will have an adverse effect on the reputation of the company in which we represent.

Andrew goes to speak but he is too interested in what X has to say to follow through with a question. X simply puts his hand up for a moment, as if to go back in time a little bit.

X-Calibur: Once upon a time, LEGACY was looked at as the “alternative” to this business. When glorified stuntmen like Dropkick Murphy were too busy throwing their careers away doing “too-hot-for-TV ” matches such as “flaming pits of death on a pole while getting ass raped” matches in the OPW, LEGACY was putting on five-star clinics for Dave Meltzer between actual WRESTLERS. When heat-starved “shooters” like Paul Jarvis were too busy running their f(beep)ing mouths in Vegas, slamming the competition at every turn and pitching their underground seen harder than a Billy Mays infomercial, LEGACY was the one endearing itself to the masses by welcoming any and all comers from the past, present, and future. Now that we are the last company standing? There seems to be this general sentiment among the fans on the internet and the boys in that locker room that, with a match as [Air Quotes] “ridiculous” and “ over the top” [End Air Quotes] as this, happening in LEGACY, that somehow LEGACY is quickly deteriorating into the very “cookie cutter” nature it has tried so admirably not to become.

X shakes his head- and we hear the door to the room slam. We hear Loco Martinez's voice muttering.

Loco Martinez: Lets get this sh(beep) over with.

Loco sits down and hooks up his mic. Loco is in a pair of khaki cargo shorts. Black and white Nike sandals, and a red Radiohead t-shirt that reads, "yOu and whOse armY?" Kelly and X eyeball Loco as he makes himself comfortable. He gestures and mouths "continue". X rolls his eyes, and Kelley turns back to the number one contender.

Andrew Kelly: Well, I’m not exactly sure I know what you’re talking about, to be perfectly honest with you. However... the internet does like to form wild opinions from time to time.

Ignoring this politically correct answer, X-Calibur shook his head.

X-Calibur: If only you guys f(beep)ing knew, Andrew. If only you guys f(beep)ing knew.

Loco Martinez: What exactly are we talking about here?

Andrew Kelly: The strong opinion that is circulating that your impending Glimmer of Hope match is "over the top".

Loco smirks.

Loco Martinez: Well... in this one instance I have to say I side with the people. This is a ridiculous concoction, by THAT *points at X* man... a guy who is notorious for overreaction. He got his match... and then I got coerced against my will into accepting this *Loco uses air quotes* match.

Pausing, X sat back in the chair and crossed his left leg over the bow of his right knee. With his arms sprawled out on the edge of the couch’s backing, he continues.

X-Calibur: You, well maybe not you... perhaps a few other people here in LEGACY, might recall something that happened about eight years ago. Do you know what I’m talking about, slim?

Eying up Loco, he realizes that the World Champion doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Erroneously assuming that he was talking to him, Andrew Kelly speaks up.

Andrew Kelly: I’m not sure if I do, X.

X-Calibur chuckles. After scratching his scruffy chin, toying with the hair that has grown from his sideburns into a chin strap on his goatee, X-Calibur continues.

X-Calibur: Allow me to refresh your memories then. The second incarnation of the AWA. Long after guys like this man and Papa Stellar moved on to greener pastures up in New York. [Points to self.] This young buck here was in the middle of a war that had been garnering a lot of attention in the papers and magazines. It was with a man known to the wrestling world as “Mark Mathews”, former World Champion many times over in his own right. Despite loathing one another and everything we stood for, this man and myself sat down at a table one night and devised a plan that we both knew would settle the differences between us once and for all. We sat down at that table as enemies as much as we were men, Andrew, and on that night we constructed in our minds what was surely to be the most mentally grueling, most physically challenging match ever seen in this industry. That match?

Pausing, X-Calibur sat forward. Staring a hole through Loco’s eyes, he leers threateningly, and with a deeper voice he continued. We see Loco roll his eyes.

X-Calibur: We called it.... the “Breaking Point Match”.

Nodding his head, Andrew Kelly sits uncomfortably in his chair as X-Calibur’s eyes lock steadily with his.

Andrew Kelly: I see... and this is the match you challenged Loco to at STRIFE 51, correct?

X-Calibur: Correctamundo, Andrew. In the eight years that have passed me by, I have yet to cross another son of a bitch that I share the same kind of hatred... no, no... the same kind of LOATHING for, as I did Mark. At least... not until now. [Eying up Loco with a balled fist.] Because the moment Loco turned his back on me like the coward that he is... [Almost baiting Loco.] I knew, Andrew. I knew. I knew that there was NO other human being on the face of this Earth that was more deserving to be thrown into that f(beep)ing enclosed cage with me for an hour than this man.

Andrew Kelly: You keep mentioning that this is the second time in history a match like this has happened. Is there a way we can view this match? If not, can you describe for us what it was like to compete in a match like that?

X-Calibur sighs and shakes his head.

X-Calibur: Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find a way. I’ve contacted just about everybody who was involved in the resurrection of the AWA about getting the rights to that footage, but I’m continuously met with resistance. I don’t know whether its for copyright purposes or whether it’s because the footage has been lost in a “random fire” from “Jewish lightning”. I really don’t know what the case really is, but the fact is that not too long after our match the offices of the AWA closed its doors forever, and the archives containing our match was sealed. So unless you managed to record those shows on your VCR and can upload them to YouTube, I don’t think there’s a way to really see it.

Andrew Kelly: So then just tell us, X... to give us all a glimpse into the crystal ball, what can we expect in this “Breaking Point” match at Glimmer of Hope 2009?

X-Calibur: Oh Andrew... there are many things you can expect. But for starters...

Loco looks at his watch and looks around the room. Both X and Andrew take notice of Loco's not so subtle hints. They're staring and loco looks back feigning innocence?

Loco Martinez: What? Is he finally done? Seriously, Andrew... why did you even invite me?

Clearing his throat, Andrew Kelly sighs, almost looking annoyed that Loco would say this.

Andrew Kelly: Let's cut to the chase, Loco. I think you know why you were invited to this interview. The fans, and wrestlers alike, feel that you have a lot of things to answer for here in LEGACY. Specifically, the dastardly things you’ve been involved in with this man who sits across from you for the last several months. You also happen to be the LEGACY World Champion, and given the importance of this upcoming "Breaking Point" match at Glimmer of Hope, a LEGACY first, the fans watching this broadcast deserve to know how you feel about going toe to toe inside a cage with a man that has openly admitted to hating you.

Loco smirks.

Loco Martinez: Lets not forget, Andy, that I am no huge fan of his either. So there is plenty of hatred that will be directed at HIM when we get in that cage. I may hate the fact that this match exists. But I hate something much more than that... and that is the thought of that man getting his filthy little paws on MY title. So I f(beep)king HATE the match... and I hate that I caved to his little bounty. But that's in the past. Now I only have one thing to worry about hating. *Loco points at X-Calibur* People think its only HIM that has reason to go into this match with a chip. Like HE is some innocent do gooder. Bullsh(beep). He put me through HELL for the last few months. I was attacked. I was bloodied. I ended up out of my mind... which is what got me into this crapfest "Breaking Point Bullsh(beep) Fest".

Andrew Kelly: So you don't think this match is justified? You feel like everything you've done to X-Calibur was warranted?

Loco Martinez: To quote Danny Ocean from Ocean's Twelve... "It sure as sh(beep) ain't sad". *Loco chuckles to himself* - I did what I felt was necessary to keep him away from my precious. To keep the people from being bored to tears... .I mean you heard him go on and on and on and on and on... and on. Ever the tortured hero. If its not ME getting under his skin... its the internet.... its critics... *Loco looks at a box of tissues. He grabs one and tosses at X with utter disgust* ... here ya go, dude. Sounds like you need one.

The crumpled tissue bounces off X's chest and falls to the floor. X-Calibur seethes, looking like he's ready to remove Loco's head from his body.

X-Calibur: Oh boo hoo. Woe is me.

He picks up the tissue and “dries his eyes”.

X-Calibur: Poor Loco. He’s had to watch his back for a few months. Around the corner. In the back. Outside. Woe is me. Our World Champion was bullied into a match he didn’t want to be in.

Sitting forward a bit, X-Calibur smirks.

X-Calibur: Turnabout is fairplay, motherf(beep)er. You made the mistake of a lifetime when you decided to conduct shady business with the best in this business. My name is not Stephen Rawlings, and I do NOT simply FADE into the BACKGROUND. Now? Now you’re paying for your mistake, and instead of owning up to that fact, all you can do is sit there and cry like a little girl who didn’t get her way. Bitch, bitch, bitch. Moan, moan, f(beep)ing, moan. At least when I was forced into that abortion of a match against you, Anarchy, and John Thomas, I went in with my fists up and head held high. You? You sit there with your tail tucked between your legs and head up your ass, COMPLAINING about how "unfair" I’ve been to you.

Loco Martinez: Of course you don't "fade" into the background. You have to make damn sure that the spotlight is on you at all times. Making sure YOU'RE the big bad ass... and when things didn't go "your way", what happened? Now this match YOU concocted, and YOU have forced me into is already being seen for what it is... and here you are... puffing your chest, and bashing on the people you desperately seek the approval of... to play the hero for... I don't worry about them. I figured out a while back that the best thing for Loco Martinez? Is to look out for Loco Martinez.

X-Calibur makes a jerking off motion with his hands.

X-Calibur: Stop. Nobody buys this "victim" bullsh(beep) you’ve created for yourself. Yeah, you got f(beep)ed up real bad by Issac. The Big Albino Bastard made you bleed like a stuck pig, didn’t he? Know what? Good. Nobody’s shedding a Goddamn tear for you. You deserved that sh(beep), you little prick. You reap what you f(beep)ng sow in this business, and a man who’s been in this business as long as YOU should already KNOW that.

All of a sudden, Loco stands up, X-Calibur follows his lead. Ripping the coffee table up between them, X-Calibur shoves it to the side allowing free space between him and the World Champion. Standing up quickly, Andrew Kelly quickly places his hand on both men’s shoulders and urgently pleads with them.

Andrew Kelly: FELLAS. This is NOT going to turn into a backstage brawl. And if it DOES? Let me remind you BOTH of something that has been passed down by the front office. If you put one finger on X-Calibur, you are stripped of your title.

Loco’s line of sight quickly darts towards Andrew. He is seething with anger.

Andrew Kelly: If you put one finger on Loco Martinez, you will NOT get your title match at Glimmer of Hope.

X-Calibur rolls his eyes and takes a step back.

Andrew Kelly: I think we need a break here to calm things down a little bit. X, take a seat. Loco, take a walk.

Loco Martinez: FINE BY ME!

Throwing his hands up in the air, Loco does an about face and rips his microphone piece off of his person. The last sound before the scene fades to the “TO BE CONTINUED...” sign is the door to the interview room slamming shut by Loco’s hand.

Guard: Sorry sir, but only signed Legacy stars are allowed past this point.

Man: Look on your list…Thomas Manchester Black.

The guard scans his list of roster names and pauses before looking back up at the man.

Guard: Sorry Mr. Black, go right in.

Thomas Manchester Black: Thank you. Oh yes…one more thing.

Guard: Yes?

TMB quickly grabs the guard by the neck and lifts him up off the ground and slams him against the door. The other guard freeze up, not knowing if they should attack, worry about the safety of their co –worker.

TMB: Remember my face…because if you ever…ever stop me as I’m coming to an event without a Hell of a good reason, it will be the last time that you do so. You hear me boys…

The guards behind him nod.

TMB: Do you hear me?

The guard in front of him nods his head as TMB places him back down on the ground. TMB smiles and dusts the guard’s shoulder before disappearing though the entrance door into the arena.

Bryan Harris: I really wish this match would be an elimination style contest, ‘cause I’d like nothing more than to see Gryffin Anselm and Marcus Marion tear down Del Carver and then go at it one on one.

Jimmy Yates: Marcus Marion is a captain for the upcoming Co-Op Challenge, we already know that Gryffin Anselm is on John Thomas’ team, and you’d have to think that with a good number of open spots still available, Del Carver will find his way onto one of the three-somes for Glimmer of Hope’s Number One Contender’s match. We could be seeing a preview of the final three men in that contest with our third match of STRIFE 52.

Bryan Harris: Highly unlikely, Jimbo. The fans might love Del Carver – it’s hard for me to admit it, but they do – but if you ask around the roster, there’s not a lot of people who are thrilled to see Carver on the roster. Sure, he’s a big name, a likeable guy for most people, and highly accomplished, but the guy shows up and suddenly he gets put into main events at pay per views? That rubbed some people the wrong way.

Alan Ducard: In the coming months, I’m certain that anyone who holds that frustration would get their chance to step up and take on Del Carver to find out what he’s capable of, and there are quite a few contests which I’d like to see him compete in. Tonight’s bout features a good mix of competitors, so let’s not make people wait any longer… let’s get to the action.

Diamond Del Carver leaps to the air and follows up with a bone crushing elbow drop. Carver looks to Marcus Marion, and nods. Marcus Marion nods back, and runs into the far rope, comes off, and nails the prone Gryffin Anselm with a running leg drop.

Jimmy Yates: That’s a tandem I never thought I’d see working together, especially not teaming up to take on Anselm.

Diamond Del Carver pulls the stunned Gryffin Anselm to his feet, and holds him in a standing position. Marcus Marion nails Gryffin Anselm with ANOTHER big boot. Gryffin Anselm’s head snaps back sickly, but Diamond Del Carver holds him upright, and will not let him fall to the mat.

Carver goes behind, and executes a Belly to Back Suplex on the reeling Gryffin Anselm. Diamond Del Carver pulls Gryffin Anselm to his feet again, and goes behind, securing his arms as Marcus Marion starts to bury punches to the midsection of the helpless Gryffin Anselm.

Alan Ducard: I never thought I’d see this. Diamond Del Carver and Marion are working together to beat the hell out of Gryffin Anselm.

Jimmy Yates: These men are total opposites and from what I understand they don’t care for each other very much.

Bryan Harris: It’s called smart strategy, Yates. Do whatever it takes to win, and take the easiest path to victory.

Diamond Del Carver still has Gryffin Anselm’s arms secured behind his back, and Marcus Marion continues to slug away. Finally, Marcus Marion grabs one of Gryffin Anselm’s arms, and Diamond Del Carver secures the other. In unison, both men throw Gryffin Anselm across the ring, into the ropes.

Marion and Diamond Del Carver link arms, to attempt the double clothesline on Gryffin Anselm as he rebounds. Gryffin Anselm comes across, but ducks the double clothesline attempt, rebounds off the ropes again, and nails the shocked Marcus Marion and Diamond Del Carver with a FLYING double flying forearm shot!

Gryffin Anselm gets up, and drops Diamond Del Carver to the mat with a super fast flying spinning heel kick, just as Carver was starting to get up from the forearm shot. Gryffin Anselm scrambles to the apron, and climbs to the top rope, as the fans buzz in anticipation. As Diamond Del Carver stands up, Gryffin Anselm flies off the top rope, and flattens him with a missile drop kick!

Alan Ducard: Gryffin Anselm goes for a cover!

Jimmy Yates: One…Two…NO! Diamond Del Carver kicks out with authority. He’s too fresh to go down like that.

Gryffin Anselm gets up, however his back is turned to Marcus Marion. As Anselm is getting up, Marion nails him right in the kidneys with a brutal punch. Gryffin Anselm doubles over. Marion scoots around, and hooks up Gryffin Anselm. Marcus Marion executes a textbook back suplex and drops onto Gryffin Anselm for a cover…

One…

Jimmy Yates: Diamond Del Carver gets up and boots Marcus Marion in the head to break the count! Marcus Marion is pissed! Look at him! I guess their alliance against Gryffin Anselm is at an end already.

Marion gets off Gryffin Anselm, holding the side of his head where Diamond Del Carver kicked him. Marcus Marion angrily shoves Diamond Del Carver with both hands, and appears to be cursing. Diamond Del Carver stumbles backwards, and then looks at Marcus Marion, enraged. Diamond Del Carver shoves back.

The fans start to cheer. Diamond Del Carver and Marcus Marion stand toe to toe, eye to eye for a moment. Diamond Del Carver fires a right cross at Marcus Marion, which connects solidly. Marcus Marion’s head snaps back upon the impact, however he stands his ground. Marcus Marion looks back at Diamond Del Carver, and then suddenly fires a left hook, which connects as well, staggering Diamond Del Carver. Diamond Del Carver responds with another cross. Marcus Marion replies with a hook. Diamond Del Carver retaliates. So does Marcus Marion. Both men start to fire lightening quick, but bone crunching punches at each other, back and forth, give and take. The fans come to their feet as Diamond Del Carver and Marcus Marion pound and pummel each other.

Alan Ducard: This is a perfect chance for Gryffin Anselm to get some rest, as his opponents turn on each other.

Jimmy Yates: He could use it he’s still banged up from that beating she took to start the match.

Diamond Del Carver and Marcus Marion continue to pound away at each other. Gryffin Anselm starts to rise to his feet, as the referee finally interjects, and starts warning both men that if they do not stop using closed fists, they will be disqualified.

For a moment, Gryffin Anselm stares blearily at his two opponents, who are brutalizing each other. Finally, Gryffin Anselm climbs to the outside again, and jumps to the top rope. As flashbulbs pop, Gryffin Anselm vaults himself at BOTH Diamond Del Carver and Marcus Marion, and he catches them totally off-guard with a DOUBLE high cross body!

All three competitors come crashing to the mat in one big heap!

Bryan Harris: Look at THIS! Gryffin Anselm trying to pin BOTH men at ONCE!”

Jimmy Yates: “HA! Cute, but that got him nowhere! They threw him off, before the ref could even get down for a ONE count!

Diamond Del Carver and Marcus Marion are both a bit disoriented but for a moment they get to their feet, and seem to forget their differences. Diamond Del Carver drops Gryffin Anselm to the mat with a huge shouldertackle. Diamond Del Carver and Marcus Marion start to stomp away on the fallen Gryffin Anselm, in unison. Gryffin Anselm covers his head, but both men viciously and brutally stomp away at Gryffin Anselm as he lies prone on the mat.

To escape the joint stomping, Gryffin Anselm weakly rolls onto the apron. Marion starts to go after him, turning his back on Diamond Del Carver! Diamond Del Carver takes advantage. Diamond Del Carver sneaks up behind Marcus Marion, and locks him up, and then fires him back violently with a German Suplex!

Alan Ducard: That folded Marcus Marion up badly! What impact!

Bryan Harris: Man everybody knows that you don’t turn your back on your opponents in a Triple Threat Match...you just don’t do it!

Diamond Del Carver circles around the stunned Marcus Marion, who is still on his back. Diamond Del Carver jumps into the air, and then comes down, dropping a HUGE knee across the chest of Marion.

Jimmy Yates: Cover by Diamond Del Carver!

Alan Ducard: One! Two! Wait! Gryffin Anselm just grabbed Diamond Del Carver’s leg to break the count! He knows that this match is NOT a “Three Way Dance” meaning that it is not an elimination match...it’s ONE FALL wins it ALL, and he wants that win!

Gryffin Anselm pulls the surprised Diamond Del Carver to his feet, and nimbly ducks his angry punch attempt. Gryffin Anselm grabs Diamond Del Carver by the wrist, and Irish Whips him, right into the brutal clothesline of Marcus Marion! Diamond Del Carver collapses to the mat!

Just as Marcus Marion is starting to get up. Gryffin Anselm grabs Marion, and attempts a knee lift, but Marcus Marion pulls away, and deftly drops Gryffin Anselm with a single leg trip!

Marion takes advantage, and stomps on Gryffin Anselm a couple of times. Once he has him softened up, Marcus Marion drives Gryffin Anselm to the mat and starts to lock him up…in a sleeper hold!
Marcus Marion has Gryffin Anselm locked in perfectly, dead in the center of the ring. Gryffin Anselm starts to thrash around in great pain, as Marcus Marion leans back to add extra strain. The referee drops down to check on Gryffin Anselm. The ref asks Gryffin Anselm if he wants to give up. Gryffin Anselm grits his teeth and shakes his head, but he is obviously in immense pain.

On the other side of the ring, Diamond Del Carver starts to stir. He pulls himself to his knees, and leans on the ropes…still feeling the effects of the double team from Marion and Gryffin Anselm. Diamond Del Carver’s eyes widen, as he sees Marcus Marion clamping his sleeper on Gryffin Anselm. Diamond Del Carver stumbles up behind Marcus Marion, and suddenly, NAILS him right in the back of the head with a forearm smash.

Bryan Harris: OW! That will break the hold!

Jimmy Yates: Too bad for Marcus Marion, he had that hold locked in.

Marion lays on the mat face first, holding the back of his head and neck, where Diamond Del Carver smashed him. Gryffin Anselm lays on his back next to him, still in pain from the submission hold by Marcus Marion. Diamond Del Carver looks at both his opponents for a split second, and then drops over Gryffin Anselm for the cover…

Jimmy Yates: ONE! TWO!

Alan Ducard: NO! NO! Diamond Del Carver was about to get the pin, but Marcus Marion reached over at the LAST second and broke it up with a double axe handle across the back!

All three competitors now lay on the mat, soaked with sweat and exhausted. Diamond Del Carver is still shaken up from being driven into the mat by the Irish Whip Clothesline, and jarred with the double axe handle, Marcus Marion is still reeling from the kick to the head, and Gryffin Anselm is disoriented from the sleeper.

The referee stands over all three competitors, and starts to administer the standing 10 count, as the fans count along…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

All three start to stir.

SIX!

SEVEN!

Incredibly, all three roll to different sides of the ring, and start to use the ropes to pull themselves up!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Before the ref can count TEN…all three have reached their feet!

Grabbing Marcus Marion by the waistband, Del Carver heaves him up and over the top rope to the outside. Turning to see Gryffin Anselm coming his way, Carver steps forward and lands a jab to the side of Anselm’s head, then spins him around, slides one arm up into a half nelson, the other arm hooking around the waist. Carver lifts up… pivots… then DRIVES Anselm down onto the top of his head!

DIAMOND DEATH DROP! FANS GO WILD!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Alan Ducard: Great win by Del Carver, and that just cements the fact that he’s going to be a highly sought after free agent going into the Co-Op Challenge.

Jimmy Yates: I would bet that before the night’s over, he’ll be on a squad.

Bryan Harris: I guess it’s likely that’ll happen, but whoever gets Carver on their team has to be praying that the old man gets a lucky draw and doesn’t have to enter the Co-Op too early, ‘cause he looks winded here tonight.

Alan Ducard: I’m sure he’ll do fine in the Co-Op Challenge no matter where his entrance spot brings him.

Jester Smiles: You may be wondering how I got this. Well…I’m not telling, cuz having this makes me special.

Jester grins at the camera.

Jester Smiles: This man is my first pick for Team Jester in the Co-Op Challenge. Once we are down to the top five, I wish Herb Moxley the best of luck, and if I can’t take the win, I certainly hope he gets the job done and gets himself another title shot. The Clown Hero or the Geek Hero would both make great champions, if you ask me.

And I’m pretty unbiased in this subject.

Jester smiles even brighter. The camera then pans over to reveal a black cardboard cut out. It’s in the figure of a man, flexing his muscles, but it’s solid black.

Jester Smiles: My NEXT pick is…well…it’s someone you know, but you may not realize you know him. He’s a legend in this business, he’s been successful just about everywhere he’s been, and he’s redebuting at Glimmer of Hope in the Co-Op Challenge. He’s also a good friend of mine, and a great man to represent Team Jester and LEGACY as the World Heavyweight Champion.

His name is…

Jester smiles mischievously.

Jester Smiles: Well…maybe I’m just not going to say for a little bit.

Jester sticks his tongue out at the camera and exits, stage right even. The camera fades out to a black screen with “MYSTERY PARTNER?” in purple and green letters. The camera then fades out.

He piles some fruit onto a plate, and out of the corner of one troubled eye he notices someone sitting in the shadows near the back of the dining area. The figure in the gloom is looking directly at Moreno, and as J-Mo finally takes notice of his presence, he speaks up.

The Ivory Terror: Trouble in paradise, J-Mo? Why don’t you amble on over here hoss, we need to talk.

Moreno lets out a frustrated gust of breath, unsure of what this mad dog has to say to him. He cautiously approaches the table Issac Entragian & Elizabeth Gaunt are seated at, his eyes taking in the strange duo.

Entragian is dressed to the nines, wearing a black silk dress shirt and a crimson tie, his long white hair framing his face into a twisted mask in the dim illumination. Gaunt wears a sultry black dress, her black & blonde hair swept across her forehead in a trendy style. She sips a glass of red wine, examining J-Mo as small and mean child might examine a dying insect.

Entragian is in the process of eating an EXTREMLY bloody steak, to the point where calling it medium rare would be the understatement of the century. He brings his fork up to his mouth, slipping out his forked tongue and drawing the meat into his shark-toothed maw. He smiles at Justin as he chews.

Justin Moreno: I’m in no mood for your messed up games, Issac. What do you want from me?

Entragian’s eyes are bright and cold in the gloom, like green pools of noxious poison. He looks J-Mo up and down before responding.

The Ivory Terror: Just to help, Justin. That’s all. You see word gets around, and I know you’re facing hard times. Your wife has become a drug-addicted whore who slobbers on junkie cock, that’s bound to take a toll on anyone. I think I may have an idea that will brighten your day, hell; perhaps it’ll brighten your very LIFE!

J-Mo’s face hardens at the crack about his wife, his jaw tensing up.

Justin Moreno: My personal life is none of your damn business. Now get on with it, what are you getting at?

Issac gives Liz a look, smiling with his eyes, as though to say “this one is being difficult”. Elizabeth chuckles, sipping on her wine while twirling a lock of her hair.

The Ivory Terror: I apologize, I shouldn’t have brought up the cocaine-lovin’ cumbucket, I know that’s a sore subject for you right now, allow me to get to the point. How would it be if I could give you something to sink your teeth in, something to take your mind off of Allison for the time being?

Justin Moreno: And what would that be? What could a monster like you possibly give me?

Entragian grins, placing his fork down on the black tablecloth and bringing his hands together under his chin.

The Ivory Terror: An opportunity. And please, don’t call me a monster, if anything, call me…captain. Captain Ivory! Because that’s who I am, I’m an esteemed captain of my own little Co Op Challenge legion, and I’m always looking for a few good men…

At this point J-Mo’s interest has been peaked, his head tilting to the side as he listens.

Justin Moreno: Go on…

The Ivory Terror: I witnessed how emotionally charged you became when you defeated Derek Shane at 11th hour, and I must say, I was impressed Justin. I had never seen that side of you before, it was animalistic, it was brutal, it was…right up my alley.

The monster chuckles, that smile living on forever in his dark and cheerful eyes.

The Ivory Terror: Shane was never anything to me. Just a poor soul that I used up and then promptly threw away. But the way you dispatched him, Justin, it was glorious. I want that level of intensity on Team Kindred, and I think you could bring it to the table. So I extend an opportunity to you, J-Mo…it’ll get you one step closer to that World Title reign that you crave, what have you got to lose? Join me. Be all that you can be…and more…

Entragian uses one pale hand to lift a black napkin off the table, and underneath is a black obsidian stone with a single red flaw in the middle and a fine silver chain attached to it, an exact replica of the necklace he gave to Diamante.

Moreno’s gaze falls on this stone, and he swallows hard, feeling almost as though he’s making a deal with The Devil. But it would get him THAT much closer to the World Title…

Justin Moreno: Okay. It’s a deal.

The Ivory Terror: Fantastic. Take it.

The albino motions to the stone necklace, and reluctantly J-Mo reaches down, almost hesitate to touch it, as though he fears it may bite him or do something equally unpleasant. Just as J-Mo’s hand closes on the stone, Entragian’s pale hand shoots out and grasps Moreno around the wrist, holding it sternly and making direct eye contact with his new “soldier”.

The Ivory Terror: This is a great gift I’m giving you, Justin, I expect you to operate at your very best come Glimmer of Hope. None of that surfer boy bullsh*t, I don’t want you to ride any f*cking “far out” waves, what I WANT and what I will HAVE is an extreme warrior. I want the J-Mo that beat Shane within an inch of his life, do we have an understanding?

Moreno glares at Issac, his blood heating up his veins.

Justin Moreno: Yes. Now let go.

Issac does so promptly, grinning again as though all is well between them.

Ivory Terror: Good to have you on board. Have a lovely evening, Justin. Say hello to little Jade for me...

Issac’s expression is comparable to that of a snake, something of the viper variety, and as these words are spoken J-Mo walks off, leaving Liz & Entragian to their dinner.

Alan Ducard: Also adding to that notion is the fact that all four of these teams combine combustible elements. We’ve seen in previous weeks the growing animosity between Hazard and Frank Garvin – who appear to be headed for a rematch at Glimmer of Hope if neither of them is chosen to be on a Co-Op Challenge team. They were selected to be a team in this match, as were No Limits Champion Crazy Boy and his Glimmer of Hope challenger Ethan Leers.

Jimmy Yates: The other two teams, at first glance, appear to be more stable teams, but that’s just on the surface. Cronos Diamante and the captain of his Co-Op Challenge team will probably look to work together in this match, however they certainly have a history with one another, with Cronos having defeated Issac to start his No Limits Title reign.

Bryan Harris: A match that lead to a very short reign by Cronos, too. The damage inflicted by Issac Entragian took its toll and made it near impossible for Diamante to hold the belt too much longer.

Alan Ducard: The fourth team in this match is a pairing which, if you had asked me a year ago, I would’ve told you that you were crazy to suggest it to be even an option, given the history with Azraith DeMitri and The Outlaw Greyson Blade. But alas, here we are, and they appear to be the most stable team of the bunch.

Bryan Harris: I’m telling you, you’d be a fool to take that team at face value. I just know that one of those guys, before Summer of 2009 is done, will probably turn his back on the other.

Jimmy Yates: 8 men, three eliminations to be made, let’s find out what happens.

Jimmy Yates: Wow, you can really see the difference in strength and speed right there between C.B. and DeMitri.

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy’s getting in more shots, but those shots from Az DeMitri are doing more damage.

Watching on from the arena floor, Ethan Leers doesn’t even bother to stand up on the ring apron. His feet planted firmly on the ground, his arms are crossed in front of his chest. On the other side of the ring, Hazard and Cronos Diamante are locked up in a collar-and-elbow. Hazard drops to a knee and shifts to the side, taking Diamante over with a fireman’s carry. Cronos back up onto his feet, this time it’s a hiptoss by Hazard which takes him down, and hazard tries to lock in an armbar.

Cronos blocks the attempt and rolls forward, forcing his way up off the mat. Taking Hazard by the head, Diamante pulls his opponent into a lifting knee shot to the chest, then puts him into a side headlock, moves closer to the ropes and executes a modified hiptoss, sending Hazard through the ropes to the outside. Not staying away from the fray for too long, Cronos moves across the ring and lays a punch in on Crazy Boy, rocking him backwards and sending him down to the mat. Azraith DeMitri, who had slammed Crazy Boy to the mat a couple moments before Cronos threw Hazard out of the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Az DeMitri stepping back a moment and taking a breather, and he’s definitely got that signature quiet intensity about him in there.

Bryan Harris: Maybe, but this isn’t the Az DeMitri of old. The vicious DeMitri that I used to know would get right in there and attack Cronos AND Crazy Boy.

Alan Ducard: I wouldn’t be too certain of that. Azraith has always been one to think about what he’s doing and not just fly off the handle.

Spotting Hazard getting back up onto the apron, Az DeMitri locks eyes with him and motions with his hand to welcome Hazard back into the squared circle. When Hazard gets all the way back into the ring, Az DeMitri welcomes Hazard to lock up. Hazard quickly applies a side headlock, wrenching it in to make sure DeMitri can’t go anywhere. Feeling how tight it’s locked in, Azraith reaches out and grabs Hazard around the waist, hoists him up off the mat and dives backwards, slamming him down with a modified back drop suplex.Across the ring, Cronos Diamante has Crazy Boy down on the mat, and he walks over and tags in Issac Entragian. As the Albino Abomination enters the ring, his eyes remain locked on Crazy Boy, a smile forming on his face.

Jimmy Yates: The former No Limits Champion looking down onto the current champion.

Bryan Harris: And you know he’s thinking that Crazy Boy doesn’t deserve the belt he’s got, since it wasn’t Issac who Crazy Boy got the belt from.

Reaching down, Issac Entragian grabs Crazy Boy by the neck with both hands and hoists him straight up off the mat above his head in a chokehold. Referee Jacob Fudrucker admonishes Issac, but as a smile gets bigger on Entragian’s face. Crazy Boy pulls his knees up to his chest and kicks forward, connecting with Issac’s gut, rocking him backwards and forcing Issac to let him go.

Alan Ducard: The fans are loving the desperation move by Crazy Boy which pays off, and Ethan Leers looks increasingly annoyed as he remains watching from the arena floor.

With the referees slightly distracted, Frank Garvin gets into the ring and connects with a forearm shot to the back of Az DeMitri, giving Hazard a moment’s reprieve. As Klinton Porter sees what happens, he steps in and does his duties as referee and gets Garvin to move back out onto the apron. As Frank passes by him, Issac Entragian locks eyes with the fellow big man, but neither gets physical.

Bryan Harris: That’s a match-up I hope we see tonight – Frank Garvin and Issac Entragian – the super dangerous hardcore freaks!

From behind, Crazy Boy gets hit in the back with a forearm shot by Az DeMitri, dropping him to a knee, then with a knee to the ribs. Azraith takes Crazy Boy by the wrist, gets him up to his feet and shoots him off into the corner and chases him in. Crazy Boy leaps up off the mat with his hands on the top rope, spins himself around and sends a body attack that takes DeMitri down to the mat. The moment Crazy Boy’s feet hit the mat, he leans forward to try not to fall backwards, and his momentum takes Crazy Boy forward, right towards Issac Entragian, so he leaps up off the mat and connects with a flying forearm shot that sends the Albino Abomination up over the top rope, down to the outside. The flurry of unexpected offense gets a “Cra-Z! Cra-Z! Cra-Z!” chant from the fans.

Jimmy Yates: Unbelievable energy by Crazy Boy! That guy is SO resilient!

Still riding the momentum, Crazy Boy stumbles around, his hands up in the air, loving the emotion being shown by the fans in his favor, and he ends up right in his own corner. Hopping up onto the apron, Ethan Leers waits until Crazy Boy gets close enough, and then he reaches forward and lands a MEAN slap to the face of his tag team partner, and Jacob Fudrucker is there to acknowledge the tag.

Alan Ducard: What a rude bloke that Ethan Leers is. That’s his own partner!

Loving the jeers coming in from the fans all around the arena, Ethan loses sight for a moment that he’s actually part of a multi-person match, and as he turns around he gets drilled in the face with a dropkick from Hazard. Back on his feet, Hazard moves in and drops an elbow to the middle of Ethan Leers’ chest. Before Hazard can return to his feet, however, Issac Entragian grabs him by the ankle and pulls him out of the ring under the bottom rope, letting him drop to the arena floor onto his back.

Shaking some cobwebs, Ethan Leers gets to his feet and flicks off some of the particularly noisy portion of the fans in the front row, then moves in and grabs Azraith by the wrist and shoots him into the ropes. On the return, Ethan goes for a clothesline but the attempt is ducked by DeMitri. A moment later when they’re face to face again, Azraith connects with a forearm shot, then a leaping knee to the gut, then grabs Ethan and throws him backwards with an exploder suplex.

Jimmy Yates: Ethan Leers is on his heels, and these fans are loving it!

Alan Ducard: If Az DeMitri is trying to endear himself to the LEGACY fans, this is a good way to do it!

Hoisting Ethan up off the mat, DeMitri drives his knee into Leers’ gut, doubling him over. Hooking Ethan’s head between his knees, Azraith pulls up both of Leers’ arms up and locks him into a double underhook position, then lifts him up into the air, flips him over and drives him downwards with a powerbomb.

Jimmy Yates: There’s The Extinction, you can count Leers out!!

Alan Ducard: Pinfall attempt!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Josephina Colbert: The team of Ethan Leers and Crazy Boy have been eliminated!!

Bryan Harris: Azraith DeMitri might’ve eliminated Ethan Leers and Crazy Boy right there, but I don’t think he’s going to be happy with what he’s about to be met with.

Alan Ducard: A moment that a lot of people have probably been waiting for – the introduction of Azraith DeMitri and Issac Entragian!

Getting back up onto the apron, Issac Entragian glares at Azraith DeMitri and steps over the top ropes, never breaking eye contact. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and Issac is the first to swing, connecting with a tomahawk chop, setting DeMitri back a step. Azraith moves in and drills Entragian with a knife-edge chop to the chest, causing him to take a couple steps back. Swinging his arm up and over his head, Issac again connects with a huge shot that drives into DeMitri. Putting some space between the two, Azraith uses his forarm and pushes forward, then dives in and wraps up Issac around the legs and tackles him down to the mat.

Issac shuffles his legs, trying to break free of the grasp, but DeMitri slides up and connects with a vicious forearm shot to the face of the Albino Abomination from a mounted position. Using both of his arms, Issac shoves Azraith aside, moving him off of the mounted position. Grabbing the middle rope, Entragian pulls himself back up to his feet just as DeMitri moves back in on the attack. Az connects with another knife-edge chop to the chest, but Issac slams his forehead down with a headbutt, then takes Azraith by the wrist, sends him into the ropes and connects with a bicycle kick on the return.

Jimmy Yates: These two are going at it, and it’s BRUTAL!!

Bryan Harris: It’s everything I thought it would be… and now it looks like it’s going to be over!

Returning to his feet, Azraith DeMitri engages in a staredown with Issac, a little smirk coming to both of their faces, and then Azraith reaches backwards and tags in Greyson Blade, much to the approval of the fans.

Alan Ducard: One of the most heated rivalries in LEGACY history is about to gain another chapter here tonight!

As The Outlaw enters the ring, he looks across at Issac Entragian and the two measure one another up. Before anything can happen, though, Hazard re-enters the fray, takes Issac by the arm, spins him around, lifts him up off the mat and connects with an inverted atomic drop. Entragian stumbles around, now with his back turned to Hazard, and Hazard follows that up with a bulldog takedown on the Albino Abomination.

Jimmy Yates: Maybe we won’t see The Outlaw and Issac lock up tonight!

Alan Ducard: Hazard certainly seems to have other thoughts, and as well he should, since he’s trying to win this match as much as anyone!

Returning to his feet, Hazard looks to get mixed up with The Outlaw, but Greyson beats him to it. Greyson connects with a hard right hand, then a left, then a right, then takes Hazard by the wrist and whips him into the nearby corner, with Az DeMitri backing up, as not to get involved. Blade takes a step back, then drives his shoulder into Hazard’s gut. Backing up, Greyson then drives another shoulder into his opponent’s gut.

Taking Hazard by the back of the head, Greyson shoves him forwards towards the middle of the ring, but Hazard does a shoulder roll, plants his feet and doesn’t stay down. Blade charges in after him, but Hazard does a quick side-step and takes The Outlaw down to the mat with a drop toe hold.

Bryan Harris: Swift move by Hazard, and he’s not worried about the pecking order, he’s taking it right to the LEGACY legend!

Grabbing Greyson by the arm, Hazard wrenches back into a Fujiwara armbar, putting tons of pressure in on Blade’s shoulder. As Greyson gets his other arm underneath himself, he’s able to roll over onto his back, sending Hazard off of him. Rolling backwards, Hazard gets to his feet, steps in and drops a leg across the back of Blade’s neck as he tries to get up off the mat, stopping him in his tracks.

Alan Ducard: Nice work there by Hazard to get in control of things here in the match against two very tough competitors.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard could definitely have a bright future here in LEGACY, I don’t think anyone’s going to doubt that.

Ducking into the ring under the top rope, Frank Garvin again illegally gets into the ring, and this time he comes up behind Hazard, reaches around Haz’s head with both hands and rake at his eyes.

Jimmy Yates: What is Frank Garvin doing?! That’s his own partner!!

Bryan Harris: You want to question his methods? Go for it, but I’m not gonna do that… He’s nuts, but I think it’s safe to say he’s got his reasons for the things he does!

Alan Ducard: Those two should’ve never been partnered up, just like Crazy Boy and Ethan Leers shouldn’t have been, either! Whoever booked this match and those teams had some dark intentions.

Bryan Harris: You bet they did, and I’m glad!

Holding his own face, Hazard struggles to try to get his vision back, his eyes forced closed with the painful burning sensation. Even as Jacob Fudrucker admonishes Garvin to exit the ring, Frank spins Hazard around and lands a palm strike to his chest. Hazard reels from the impact, then starts swinging wildly.

Alan Ducard: Hazard being forced to revert back to his old, less refined methods of battle here as an act of desperation.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and he’s got no chance of actually hitting the man who put him into that position, because Frank Garvin’s back on the apron!

Despite being unaware of his surroundings, Hazard ends up near his corner, and his out-stretched arms actually touch Frank Garvin. As Hazard stumbles back towards the middle of the ring, referee Klinton Porter signals the tag.

Alan Ducard: Good thing there’s two referees out here to keep an eye on the action, or else we might not have noticed that Hazard inadvertently made the tag!

Jimmy Yates: Now Frank Garvin’s being told that he’s now the legal man for his team, and he’s going to get involved legally in the match once again.

Fudrucker gets close enough to Hazard to tell him he made the tag, and Hazard stops swinging his arms and gets escorted a couple feet to the ropes where he exits out onto the apron. Immediately plowing into Issac Entragian with a double axe handle smash, Frank Garvin puts some space between himself and the Albino Abomination. When he turns around…

KILLSHOT!!!

Bryan Harris: Good LORD!!

Alan Ducard: Great Killshot there by Greyson Blade, and I don’t think Frank Garvin’s ever going to be the same!

Jimmy Yates: Not tonight, anyways!

Before Greyson Blade can go for the pinfall, Issac Entragian grabs him by the head, hoists him up to his feet and tosses him through the ropes, down to the arena floor. Standing over Frank Garvin, Issac’s mouth forms into a sadistic smile before a pale hand reaches down and picks up the only opponent left in the ring.

Alan Ducard: I wouldn’t want to be Frank Garvin right now…

Bryan Harris: Oh yeah? Well Frank Garvin is a masochistic freak, so I’m betting that if he was aware of what was about to happen to him, Frank might say there’s no where else he’d rather be right now!

Grabbing Garvin around the wrist, Issac Entragian sends Frank slamming chest first into the corner turnbuckle, where Cronos Diamante is waiting. The moment Frank hits the corner, Cronos slams his forearm into Garvin’s face, sending him backwards down onto the mat. Stalking into the corner, Issac places his boot down onto Frank’s throat and then calmly reaches over and tags in Cronos Diamante.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t have too much love for Frank Garvin, but it seems like Issac should’ve just put him out of his misery there instead of tagging in Cronos!

Bryan Harris: What part of MASOCHIST don’t you understand, Yates?!

Keeping an eye on Greyson Blade who is getting to his feet outside the ring, Cronos Diamante reaches down, picks up Frank Garvin, immediately spins him around and locks him into a standing full nelson.

Alan Ducard: If he’s cognizant enough to feel it, I’m certain Frank Garvin is enjoying the Ne-Han that Cronos has him locked in!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think there’s any chance Garvin’s getting free from this one without some help from the time keeper!

Cronos Diamante takes the move down to the mat into its camel clutch style finish, the full nelson still locked in. Klinton Porter moves in to check on Garvin, sees that his arm is limp, and quickly signals for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: The team of Hazard and Frank Garvin has been eliminated by submission!!!

Keeping his eyes on Greyson Blade, Cronos Diamante lets go of Frank and gets to his feet.

Alan Ducard: Referee Klinton Porter is helping to remove Frank from the ring… and I might be mistaken, but is that a smile on his face?!

Bryan Harris: Seriously, guys, dictionary time… “Masochist”!!

Pulling himself back up onto the apron, Greyson Blade pushes down the middle rope and starts to get back into the ring, but he’s met with a running knee to the shoulder from Cronos Diamante, prompting the crowd to let out a chorus of booing.

Jimmy Yates: I would’ve thought Cronos would’ve let Greyson get back into the ring before starting things up again.

Bryan Harris: There’s no reason he should’ve. He had an advantage, he took the opportunity.

Grabbing The Outlaw by the head, Cronos Diamante pulls him fully back into the ring. Not letting Greyson get back up, Cronos jams his knee deep into Blade’s chest, knocking him down to his knees. Shifting his feet, Diamante hits a low roundhouse kick to Greyson’s back. Energized, Cronos switches his feet again and goes for a roundhouse to the head, but The Outlaw ducks underneath it.

Reaching out, Greyson grabs Cronos around the leg, stands up, grabs Diamante around the head with his other arm, hoisting him up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry position. Taking a step closer to the middle of the ring, Greyson Blade then drops backwards and slams Cronos onto the mat.

Alan Ducard: Outlaw Drop, and Greyson Blade is now back in this match!

Bryan Harris: Don’t give him a win just yet, Al, ‘cause The Outlaw’s reeling from those kicks and those knees!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah? Well his tag team partner isn’t!!

Getting back up to his feet, Greyson Blade looks down at Cronos Diamante, then heads off to his corner, where Az DeMitri is waiting with an outstretched arm. When Greyson makes the tag, Az doesn’t waste any time, and he immediately gets into the ring.

Alan Ducard: I don’t believe they’ve seen each other in years, but there’s certainly some history between Az DeMitri and Cronos Diamante, and you have to wonder if any of that is going to get stirred up here tonight.

Taking Cronos by the head, Az lifts him up off his feet and shoots a forearm shot into Diamante’s jaw, then wraps him up, spins around and slams him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Not wanting to let Diamante rest at all, DeMitri takes him by the neck this time and begins to choke him a little as he pulls him to his feet. Before the referee can admonish Az, a knee to the ribs rocks Cronos back a few feet. When DeMitri attempts to move back in, Diamante throws out a leg kick that stalls Azraith in his tracks. Cronos then spins around and connects with a spinning backfist that rocks Az down to his knees.

Shaking some of the cobwebs, Diamante moves in as quickly as possible, slowed a couple steps due to the damage he’s taken thus far. Before Cronos can grab his opponent, Az plants his foot and dives forward, connecting with the point of his elbow, hitting right to the gut and doubling Cronos over. Hooking Diamante’s arms in a front underhook, Azraith hits a modified belly to belly overhead suplex.

Jimmy Yates: Where does Az get the energy for all that?!

Alan Ducard: I’m not certain, but right now, neither man is staying on the mat!

Bryan Harris: Which is extremely impressive on Cronos’ part! He hit the mat and almost immediately ended up on his knee.

Jimmy Yates: Don’t get too excited, it’s more of a huddled position, and you can tell he’s in pain.

Both men on their knees, Azraith has a bit more energy and tries to get back in on the attack. As DeMitri moves back in towards his opponent, Cronos Diamante swings his leg up and over, connecting with a roundhouse kick to the side of Azraith’s head. The force rocks Az, knocking him down to a knee.

Alan Ducard: It looks like Cronos is trying to position himself in behind DeMitri, could he be looking for the Ne-Han?!

Bryan Harris: If he can lock it in, it could spell a victory for The Kindred!

When Azraith slowly returns to a vertical base, Cronos slides his arms up from underneath DeMitri’s arms, trying to lock them behind Az’s head. DeMitri fights back, shuffling his feet, pulling with his arms.

Jimmy Yates: Az DeMitri doing all he can to avoid being put into the Ne-Han…

Bryan Harris: I’m sure he knows that if Cronos gets that hold locked in, he’s gonna be forced to tap, and he wouldn’t want that sort of thing to happen this early in his LEGACY tenure.

Getting closer to the corner where Greyson Blade is waiting with an out-stretched arm, Az DeMitri continues to shuffle his feet, and Cronos tries to lock in the hold. Pivoting around, Az swings wide enough that he’s able to upset Diamante’s balance for a moment, giving him just enough of a chance to take a step to the side…

Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade makes the tag…

Jimmy Yates: And I don’t think Cronos realizes it!

Breaking one arm free, Az DeMitri swings it backwards, connecting with an elbow shot to the side of Cronos’ head. Breaking completely free from the hold, Az DeMitri drops to the mat and rolls to the side…

KILLSHOT!!!

Cronos Diamante on his back!!

ONE!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

Jimmy Yates: Even though he’s still got all his same skills and fire inside that ring, Az DeMitri does look like a different man… and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was on the level about wanting to play nice with Greyson Blade.

Bryan Harris: Play nice? AZ DEMITRI? The guy who was in the Ascension? Ha, that’ll be the day…

Suddenly the camera switches over and we see Del Carver walking down the entrance ramp, a cool sense of purpose to his strides. The fans begin to get electric as they watch Carver reach the bottom of the ramp. As he climbs the steps, he eyes Issac Entragian who stands outside the ring. After wiping off his feet on the edge of the apron, Carver gets into the ring.

Alan Ducard: I’m not quite certain what Del Carver is doing out here…

Bryan Harris: I think it’s clear what’s about to happen… Issac and Cronos are about to get their third man!!

Jimmy Yates: It looks like Greyson Blade and Az DeMitri are thinking the same thing as they stand at a ready…

Standing in between Greyson Blade and Azraith DeMitri, Diamond Del Carver looks at one of them, then to the other before extending both of his hands, taking them by the wrists and raising their arms in victory.

Alan Ducard: It looks like we have another official team for the Co-Op Challenge!!

Jimmy Yates: An improbable team although it may be, you’d have to like the chances of one of these three to come out of the Co-Op Challenge with the victory!

Bryan Harris: It’s easy to say that when you’re looking at three future Hall of Famers, but Issac Entragian and Cronos Diamante are a tough duo, and with the right person to round out their team? They could easily put away those three – all of whom are probably past their prime.

Alan Ducard: And that’s only to speak of two of the five teams… and if last year’s Co-Op Challenge is any example, anything can happen. Crash proved that last year as he survived without any significant help from the other members of his team… We’ll have to wait to see what the luck of the draw brings at Glimmer of Hope 2009, but Greyson Blade certainly comes out of tonight with some serious momentum.

John Thomas: Hey hey big guy, tough loss out there, sorry to see it happen, but no worries, there’s always next time.

Ron Bailey: Is there a next time? Is that how it works? Something doesn’t work out once, and a second chance is given?

Looking confused, John’s head tilts a bit.

John Thomas: What are you talking about? If you want another shot at Dawson, I’m sure…

Ron Bailey: Nah, it ain’t like that. It’s about the tag team that the hipsters are callin’ “Ron John”. You think second chances should be given out? That’s not how you were actin’ two weeks ago when we were paired up…

Obviously a little disappointed in himself as he remembers back to how he handled that match, John sighs and nods.

John Thomas: Look, let me make it up to you. I’ve got an open spot on my Co-Op Challenge team, and I can’t think of anyone better to take that spot than The Sure Thing. With you and Gryffin on board, nothin’s gonna stop me from being the last man standing and going on to Destined For Greatness…

Waving his hand in front of John’s face, Ron cuts him off.

Ron Bailey: Tryin’ to make you the number one contender? Sounds like a waste of time to me.

John is shocked.

Ron Bailey: You’re so selfish, man, you don’t even see that maybe I’d like a shot, or that Gryffin might like a shot. All you see is how we could help you out… and if that’s how Gryffin wants to waste a pay per view, that’s his problem, but I ain’t gonna be there to back you up. Nah… I quit.

John Thomas: What… are you talking about?! Quit WHAT?

Ron Bailey: LEGACY, that’s what.

Holding up a finger, Ron keeps John quiet while he clarifies.

Ron Bailey: Actually, I’m just quittin’ North American LEGACY, and it’s kinda mutual between me and the front office. I told them that I wanted to give the Octagon another shot… and they found me a spot in LEGACY International. Tonight’s match against Matthew Dawson? That’s the last time I’ll compete in a ring for a while.

A pleased look on his facec, Ron Bailey starts to walk off, but John stops him.

John Thomas: Wait, wait, hold up… who am I going to get to be my third partner if not you?! I mean, there’s not a lot of time left…

Ron gets in nice and close.

Ron Bailey: Who cares?

Without giving John another look, Ron Bailey walks off after taking a bottle of apple juice.

Crazy Boy: What… is THAT!?

The camera moves behind Crazyboy to see what he is seeing. It’s a cube of light tubes, about 8 on each side. Draped over the cube is the No Limits Championship.

Crazy Boy: My titl-

Suddenly, a foot SLAMS into CB’s back, knocking him forward and INTO the light tubes! The stack explodes with glass, and CB lays on the ground, spasming with pain as blood pours from the open wounds. Ethan Leers comes into the frame, and he takes the No Limits Championship back, slinging it back over his shoulder.

Ethan Leers: Heya f**ktard. You? You’re not hardcore, and I’m gonna prove it. Listen, about our f**king match at Glimmer of Mother F**king Hope? It’s gonna be a Light Tube Log Cabin match. See that f**king sh*t I just kicked you into? That’s a Light Tube Log Cabin. THAT is hardcore, and to win the match? You’re gonna have to break those using ME, f**kface, a total of THREE F**KING TIMES!

Ethan laughs.

Ethan Leers: Uhhh…good f**king luck with that. In the mean time…

Ethan pats the title.

Ethan Leers: I’m gonna be taking this sh*t with me. Have a nice day f**ktard!

Ethan walks out, leaving CB bleeding in a pile of broken glass.

Jimmy Yates: The LEGACY front office did a great job in booking this match Alan. Seeing two athletes of this caliber facing off is going to be a real treat for the LEGACY fans here tonight.

Bryan Harris: Woah, woah, woah, back the Soul Train up there Jimbo. You’re giving the LEGACY front office credit for this match? You’re missing the real genius here in bringing us this contest and that is The Elite One himself, The Highlight of the Night, Matthew Dawson. It was he who came up with the idea and gave the pencil pushers in the office the idea to bring us this match here tonight.

Alan Ducard: Well however this match came to be, it will be here tonight on Strife, and after tonight we will know exactly who will be facing Matthew Dawson for the ToV Championship, let’s find out right now just who it is!

Alan Ducard: Devastation is really focused on Laura’s left leg, trying to neutralize her speed.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation has done a great job of keeping Seton grounded in the recent portion of this match – but Seton has really held her own, making this one hell of a contest.

The Highlight of the Night (HOTN): I guess it has been if you like comedy matches. Seriously, you two don’t know what wrestling really is. They could probably trot out two blind mentally handicapped competitors and let them beat each other with weapons and you’d praise it. Bryan how does an elite announcer like you deal with these two every show?

Bryan Harris: They challenge me to pick up my game every week Dawson – and after that astute observation I have to say I’m pleased to have you out here with us.

HOTN: I’m glad to be here for this match Bryan to watch She-Ra and The Baron of Boring fight to the death.

Devastation fires off two rapid kicks to Laura’s leg before pulling her up and hooking the good leg, flipping her back into a fisherman’s suplex!

Jimmy Yates: Uh, you know this match isn’t to the death don’t you? This isn’t two-man-enter-one-man leave.

Bryan Harris: I think Seton qualifies for that scenario Jimbo.

HOTN: Okay so maybe it’s not to the death, but we’ll see just how far they can go.

With a sly smile, Dawson takes off his headset, leaving the announce team and heading to the ring.

Bryan Harris: Great, now I’m alone with the both of you again.

Alan Ducard: Yes, such torture Bryan – at least now gents, we can focus again on the great action in the ring, while Dawson was blathering on Devastation delivered a textbook fisherman’s suplex, but he didn’t let go and he has just delivered a second one, and he still has that right hooked – and yes he’s going for a third one!

Jimmy Yates: Alan, he’s slamming Laura into the canvas again and again, and one has to wonder just if she can kick out with the good leg being hooked – could she get enough momentum to kick out?

Alan Ducard: Devastation looks as if he’s about to find out Seton goes up and over and into the pin!

Jimmy Yates: Dang it Alan, look at Dawson, he’s made a move and he jumped up on the ring apron to get in Leonard Nolan’s face about something, and there’s a pin being made in the middle of the ring!

Bryan Harris: I’m sure whatever Dawson has to tell Nolan it is critical to the competitive integrity of this contest. This match has to continue with both combatants giving it everything they have to crown the new number one contender.

Jimmy Yates: You are so full of it Bryan.

Alan Ducard: Devastation realizing something was amiss breaks the pin and he goes after Dawson on the apron, but Matthew drops back down to the arena floor. Devastation looks absolutely livid that The Highlight of the Night would insert himself in this match, and he’s actually yelling at Nolan to keep his head in the game.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson seems to bring out the worst in Devastation, Alan, and Nolan looks almost shocked at Devastation’s reaction right here. I must say he shocked us last week with his less that respectful approach to Laura.

Bryan Harris: Hey now, she tried to get a shot before the former champ – she had it coming.

Alan Ducard: Devastation now pulling Laura to her feet and there’s a brutal elbow to the head, and it’s just so easy for Devastation to deliver those shots to the head with the size difference between himself and Laura Seton – nearly a foot in height.

Jimmy Yates: There’s another elbow from Devastation and he pulls Laura up and steps back and delivers a hard punch right to the face.

Alan Ducard: Laura is trying to get her hands up to defend herself, but Devastation hits another shot right above the eye, and Laura isn’t bleeding but a few more of those hard shots and she could me. Seton looks weak-kneed and Devastation with a huge hook and Laura crashes to the canvas.

Bryan Harris: Down goes She-Ra! Down goes She-Ra!

Jimmy Yates: Just stop Bry – whether you’ll admit it or not you’re watching something great here. Devastation is using that exceptional reach advantage to dissect Laura, and you can’t give it one ounce of respect.

Alan Ducard: Well these fans are on their feet now as Devastation pulls Laura up by the waist and the former Champion heaves Laura up to the top of that near 6’8 frame and he slams her down with a gutwrench suplex. Not his flashiest suplex ever but amazingly effective in this instance.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation isn’t giving Laura a moment to recover and there’s the Irish whip to the buckles!

Laura slams hard into the buckles and slumps against them as Devastation takes long, measured strides towards her. In the buckles Devastation rocks her with a huge elbow, and then begins taking her up the buckles. Devastation then moves Laura over his shoulder …

Jimmy Yates: He’s going for the Decapitator! He’s going for the Decapitator from the top rope!

Alan Ducard: He’s carefully getting Laura’s weight shifted to drive her head right into the canvas … but Laura is fighting him! Seton is struggling, and Devastation is doing an amazing job simply to keep his balance!

Laura struggles, Devastation has to bring her back down, but Laura springs back with all she has, and all she has is just enough to flip up and over, taking Devastation with her, and slamming him into the canvas with a …

Alan Ducard: Huge falling neckbreaker by Laura! Both fighters are down and this crowd is going crazy!

Jimmy Yates: They are loving the effort from both of these fighters.

Dawson’s eyes go wide with the impact of the move and spotting both of them motionless, he moves in and slams the canvas and screams for Nolan to make the count. Nolan looks at Dawson warily, but he eventually has to begin a count …

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

Alan Ducard: Neither fighter is stirring yet gentlemen and I hate to see it happen, but this match could end in a double count out!

Jimmy Yates: They won’t allow that to happen, one of these fighters will reach down and find a way to continue.

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

Bryan Harris: You give these two waaaaaaay too much credit Jimbo – there’s a reason these two are contenders and not Champions.

EIGHT

N-

Alan Ducard: Laura is stirring and she’s rolling over … she’s rolling over on Devastation – it’s a pin and Nolan with the count!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Jimmy Yates: Dawson with the save! Dawson puts Devastation’s foot on the ropes and this match will continue. What in the world is Dawson doing? First he breaks up Devastation’s pin, and now he breaks up Seton’s attempt at victory.

Bryan Harris: Well it’s like you said Jimbo this is such a great match, Dawson doesn’t want to see it end either.

Jimmy Yates: The longer this match goes, the more punishment both of these fighters take and the larger the advantage The Highlight of the Night will have at Glimmer of Hope! Dawson has manipulated this situation from the very beginning.

Bryan Harris: The Elite have the brains as well as the brawn Jimbo – it’s sad that you really know nothing about having either of them.

Alan Ducard: Seton slams the canvas in a moment of frustration – she really had an excellent chance to win this match and Dawson stole it from her.

Seton glares at Dawson on the outside, desperately wanting to strangle that slimy, arrogant son of a b****, but there is a contendership at stake. Seton pushes up to her feet, and waits for Devastation to try and stand before quickly hooking him and slamming him head and face first with a DDT!

Alan Ducard: Devastation is down and Laura off the ropes and she drops the knee to the back of the skull! Laura pulls the big man up to a kneeling position, and Seton off the ropes and there’s an enziguri kick to the back of Devastation’s head. Laura is using that speed to try for the knockout punch!

Jimmy Yates: Laura is looking to the turnbuckles now, and I think she’s looking for that high risk but high impact maneuver to put this one away – to win the right to fight for the ToV Title held by some great LEGACY fighters like Devastation, X-Calibur, and “Strong Style Dragaon” Cade Sydal.

Bryan Harris: Let’s not forget The Elite Champion – The Highlight of the Night.

Alan Ducard: Yes there have been some great ToV Champions, and both of these fighters want to be in that spot to regain or win that belt. Laura is climbing the buckles now with that hope in mind with Devastation away from the ropes! Laura turning for the moonsault – this could be it and … she crashes to the canvas!

Jimmy Yates: Dawson leapt up behind Leonard Nolan’s view of the action and slammed down on that top rope, knocking Laura down! I’m sick and tired of Dawson taking away the momentum in this match – Leonard Nolan needs to send him to the back!

Bryan Harris: Nolan is using his discretion right here in allowing Dawson to be out here.

Devastation recovers, pushing himself up off of the canvas, and he sees Laura on the canvas whom landed awkwardly holding her head. However, instead of going for the head, he goes right back to the leg he had targeted earlier in the match, stomping down on it before pulling Laura up and slamming her leg down onto his knee with the shinbreaker. Devastation now off the ropes with a boot to the back of the head as Laura clutches at her knee …

Alan Ducard: Devastation is attacking with a surgeon’s precision, and now he’s going for the leg and Devastation has the submission locked on Laura!

Jimmy Yates: It looks like he’s got her in a knee bar variant! Laura is clawing at the canvas in agony, and she’s pushing with her good leg, trying to get to the ropes.

Bryan Harris: She has to make it and quickly or she will have to submit, she can’t afford to have her knee torn to shreds.

Laura struggles, screaming through gritted teeth as Devastation pulls the hold even tighter and slowly she makes her way to the ropes as the fans rise up with cheers, some for Laura’s escape, some for Devastation to get the tap out victory. As Laura reaches out for the ropes her hand falls just short …

Jimmy Yates: Laura isn’t quite there! She’s going to have to tap!

Dawson looks on nervously at the situation – the match could end right here, and he couldn’t have that. Dawson gets next to the ropes, and pushes the bottom rope closer to Laura who in her intense pain doesn’t realize or see what Dawson’s doing further down the ring. However, Leonard Nolan sees it and he has finally had enough as Laura clutches the bottom rope, causing Devastation to break the hold.

Alan Ducard: Leonard Nolan is ordering Dawson from ringside!

Jimmy Yates: Finally we’ll be rid of that nuisance and these two can finish this match the way they deserve to do it!

Alan Ducard: Dawson is pleading his case, but Nolan will have none of it and he’s threatening to have security remove Dawson!

Dawson finally with the threat of being forcibly removes, turns to make his leave as the action inside the ring picks up. Devastation pulls Laura to her feet, but Laura kicks Devastation hard in the gut as her own leg buckles, doubling him over, and hitting a palm thrust from her seated position that spins Devastation around. Laura moves in behind him …

Alan Ducard: Laura going for Perfection! She’s going to plan the big man! No! Devastation slips out and heaves her up but Laura with a rake of the eyes!

Laura drops and goes for a dropkick to the legs, but as she connects and Devastation goes down he comes through with a wicked strike and drops Laura as well. The fans are psyched by the hard hitting action as both fighters try to get back to their feet at the same time until a resounding CRACK! Is heard throughout the arena!

Jimmy Yates: It’s Matthew Dawson! He didn’t fully leave the ring, and just when Nolan thinks he’s gone he’s entered the ring with a chair and he just WAFFLED Seton with that steel chair! He turns now to Devastation and HE HITS DEVASTATION IN THE FACE WITH THE CHAIR! The Highlight of the Night has taken out both fighters and this is absolutely disgusting!

Dawson smiles as he raises the chair and looks to Leonard Nolan who angrily signals for the bell and the capacity crowd unleashes an “asshole” chant at Dawson, knowing full well what Josephina Colbert is about to tell them.

Jimmy Yates: Matthew Dawson ruined this match – he had them tear each other a part only to attack both of them.

HOTN: Last week I told both of you that neither of you deserved another shot at my title. Now here tonight I made sure that neither of you would get one. You both make me sick thinking you are in my league – I am Elite, and I am The Highlight of the Night and I only fight worthy contenders, and since there apparently are none, I guess I’ll be watching Glimmer of Hope from my private box instead of gracing the LEGACY fans with my presence. It’s a shame that Glimmer of Hope simply won’t be an elite PPV, but at least now my title won’t be sullied in a match with either of you.

With that Dawson tosses the mic back to Josephina and exits the ring. However, as he starts up the rampway he’s stopped by the presence of Landon Savage at the top of the rampway.

Landon Savage: Matthew, don’t think just because we don’t have a number one contender from this match that you are off the hook for the PPV. The ToV Championship is highly regarded and we will not have it absent from LEGACY PPV. No you won’t be having a match with either Laura of Devastation, but you will be having a match with BOTH Laura and Devastation!

The crowd goes crazy as Dawson’s eyes go wide with rage and he shouts at Landon from his spot at the bottom of the ring.

Landon Savage: That’s right Dawson, those two that you just screwed with and caused to beat each other unmercifully – those two that you just attacked with a chair, will have a match with you at Glimmer of Hope, and it will be an Ultimate X match!

Dawson continues to shout at Landon who smiles back at Dawson with a knowing grin.

Landon Savage: You might want to save your breath and your strength champ … because you’re going to need every bit of it at Glimmer of Hope.

Chris Turner: Ladies and Gentlemen.... Last strife you saw me do something I've been waiting to do for a long time. I took out Black... And it felt GREAT!

Taking a brief pause to enjoy his announcement, some booing starts up from random portions of the crowd, obviously fans of Damien Black.

Chris Turner: It was so... so liberating... It reminded me about all the times I've fought him before. I mean.. I've destroyed him. First the Falls Cunt Anywhere match.... I made him bleed and bleed and bleed... It was awesome... Oh, and then the Warehouse Match... Where, if my conscience wouldn't of gotten in the way, he woulda burned! He would have died! That makes me superior in every way...

The booing picks up from a couple more random portions of the crowd, a little louder than before.

Chris Turner: And last show... There was no difference. In fact... I was going to fight him at Glimmer of Hope... But I did SUCH a thorough job with ridding us of his hateful boring, pathetic presence, that no one can find him. Either am I the greatest hit man in the history of the world... Minus maybe the Terminator, but then again... he never does kill John Connor... So maybe I am... Or he is SO embarrassed by looking weak... That he went into hiding. Either way, he's gone, and that's perfect.... Because that leaves him out my way to continue my take over of the No Limits title. I will dominate everyone, just as I've Dominated Damien Black...

A sick grin comes over his face.

Chris Turner: Nothing is worth winning, unless someone bleeds for it... If it has to be me then fine... But
I'll be damned, if I'm the only the one who will... So Crazy Boy... Ethan Leers… whoever comes out of Glimmer of Hope as No Limits Champion… Enjoy your title now... Enjoy your days where you can walk without a limp and stare at yourself in the mirror with out memories of your face being torn apart, because soon... You'll not only be sitting in the hospital because of the injuries you sustain by fighting me... But you'll have a hell of a case of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome... And it will be a blast!

The red pyros blast into the air, and he laughs again.

Chris Turner: Watch out.... You never know when I'm gonna getcha. BOO!

He drops the mic and walks to the back as his music starts playing again.

X-Calibur: A dollar fifty? The fu…

X digs in his pocket, mumbling to himself. He digs out fifty cents and puts it in the machine. He presses the button again. There is a grinding sound, but nothing happens. X hits the machine. Nothing happens. X hit’s the machine harder. Nothing happens. X kicks the machine incredibly hard. Nothing happens. Suddenly, a foot appears in the middle of the soda machine and gives it a light tap.

*blop*

A water falls to the bottom of the machine. X-Calibur gets his water and then looks up. The camera pans up, revealing new acquisition, Jester Smiles, sitting on top of the water machine.

Jester Smiles: Sup sup Mister X-Cal?

Looking at the water, twisting the cap off, X-Calibur then looks up at Jester Smiles. Not entirely sure what to make of the man himself, let alone make of the man sitting in such an odd place, X-Calibur cautiously replies.

X-Calibur: Um... not too much. Is everything okay up there? Do you... do you need a hand getting down or, uh, anything?

Jester shrugs.

Jester Smiles: Nah, we’re good. Stan…you know Stan right? Ring crew, bald, has that weird scar over his eye that makes you think he’s killed people, but you’re too nervous to ask him?

Scratching his chin, thinking, X-Calibur takes a swig of the agua fria.

X-Calibur: That sounds like that Mexican dude. Um... sh(beep), I can’t remember his name. Has something to do with gambling... anyway, go on...

Jester nods.

Jester Smiles: Yeah, he said I couldn't get up here. I said I could. He said I couldn't again.

And then a cougar came in and I jumped up here to save myself. Poor Stan, though...he didn't make it. Jester sighs.

Jester Smiles: I'm sorry, that last part was a lie. The story just seemed really boring. I'm just up here on a dare from Stan.

Looking slightly amused yet somewhat standoffish, X-Calibur nods. Draining a good portion of the water, X-Calibur folds his arms. It almost appeared as if he was entertained by Jester Smiles. The irony.

X-Calibur: So... is there something I can do for you, Jester? Or are you simply here for my entertainment before I call your match later on?

Jester shrugs again, grinning. X-Calibur raises his eyebrows, almost as if he’s looking forward to hearing what Jester might have to say.

Jester Smiles: Maybe a little of both. But, I have a quick question for you.

Jester leans back against the wall, looking incredibly relaxed atop the water machine.

Jester Smiles: "Being a hero means being the villain"?

X-Calibur nods, impressed that Jester has been following his words so closely.

X-Calibur: Sometimes, yes, You see... in my experiences, if someone "bad enough" crosses you... then conventional means won’t bring about the justice you want. Really, I think I’ve made this much clear to everyone here for the past several months, but if you’re not quite, you know, “up to date” with what’s been going on here, maybe you should brush yourself up against the archives sometimes. Sometimes, Jester... to avenge a dastardly deed done, you really need to crawl right into the pits of despair.

Jester nods, appearing interested.

Jester Smiles: But can you crawl out? Once you go into the pit far enough, can you come back out? And if you can't, what has been achieved? Revenge? Success? I'm not trying to judge you or anything man, I'm really not. I'm not going to say anything stupid like "I'm a big fan" or anything like that, but I have the utmost respect for you. I got the chance to work with Real Deal and OutKast, and I remember all the talk about Instant Heat. Hell, we were in the same ring at the 2008 Redemption Rumble man.

Jester pauses. X-Calibur turns around, his back leaning against the vending machine as he simply listens to what his counterpart has to say.

Jester Smiles: You don't know anything about me, but I know a couple of things about you. You didn't have to tell me you could kick my ass, man, I know you can. I know that if we got in the ring, or hell, if we mixed it up back here, you'd teach me a thing or two about inflicting pain. You're the man who went from defying the odds when he became champion to being the only natural and logical choice for champion.

Jester sighs. X-Calibur smirks, nodding.

Jester Smiles: I'm also Sean Boden's employee and friend.

The smirk is gone. There is an awkward moment of silence.

Jester Smiles: I'm just trying to say man, out of respect, I want to see you remembered as X-Calibur, the man who brought the greatest prestige and honor to the LEGACY World Heavyweight Championship. Not X-Calibur, the villain of the LEGACY World Heavyweight Championship. Loco has potentially destroyed his legacy here, no pun intended. There's no reason for you to do the same, man.

X gives a sarcastic round of applause and then turns back around, looking back up at Jester on top of the vending machine.

X-Calibur: That’s a damn fine speech and all, kid. But here’s the deal. Stop pretending like you give a damn about my “legacy”. I’ve been in this business a long ass time and I can spot a new guy looking for a little heat to propel himself up the ranks when I see one. Face it, man. You’ve been here for a grand total of what... three weeks? If that? You jump out of the crowd on STRIFE, making it seem like you were looking to cash in on the bounty I put up on Loco. So I don’t think that’s why you really “jumped out”. I think, you were just getting yourself some sweet, sweet “main event” time here in LEGACY amongst two of the most established names in the company. You’ve mentioned “Vegas” a lot since you’ve stormed the castle here in LEGACY... and part of me, no A LOT of me, is beginning to wonder if this speech you’re giving me here is just like the one you gave Loco last week on STRIFE: a f(beep)ing show.

Jester Smiles looks more disappointed than annoyed with X-Calibur’s harsh words. Before Jester can respond, X puts his hand up, nodding his head. As if to say, “Okay, man. Okay.”

X-Calibur: But hey, I’m not trying to spit venom at you and start a fight, kid. So be all that as it may, I’m still willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. Why? Call me crazy, but you DO seem a little different than the rest of these flavor of the month, fly-by-night wanna-be legends that float by on their rep and punk out when the going gets tough. Maybe, just maybe, you WERE interested in that bounty. Maybe, just maybe, you DO, for some inexplicable reason, give a sh(beep) about a guy you’ve never even been in the same organization with. Or maybe... hear me out now... maybe you’re just a little nervous that I’m gonna f(beep) some sh(beep) up later tonight. Hm?

Having thought about the things X-Calibur just said, Jester heaves a sigh.

Jester Smiles: I'm not gonna lie. A million and a half looks DAMN tempting. That's a lot of money. A lot of bills. My house paid off. But it also opened a door for me to make some serious change. It gave me the opportunity to make my statement against the biggest douchebag here, and it was a chance to show that people could and should stand up to Loco Martinez. Yeah, I wanted the money man, but the money opened up a lot of possibilities for me. A lot of good could have been accomplished from that bounty.

X-Calibur chuckles, nodding.

Jester Smiles: I'm not asking you to trust me. Like you said, I'm just the new guy here. I've got to earn everything I get. All I want you to do, X... Is defeat Loco without losing yourself. Defeat Loco without becoming something equally horrible. Or worse. For your own sake man, for your own sake.

Jester jumps down from the vending machine. He trips up a bit and X-Calibur actually steadies him, preventing Jester from tumbling forward at all. Nodding his head appreciatively , Jester holds out his hand to X-Calibur.

Jester Smiles: Good luck at Glimmer of Hope man.

X-Calibur thinks about it and looks down at the hand being extended to him.

X-Calibur: Good luck... in your match tonight.

X-Calibur shakes his hand. The camera closes in on the two hands embracing for a respectful shake as the scene fades out to a commercial.

Bryan Harris: It’s been a long time since Herb Moxley held the Tao of Valor Championship, and despite being given a few big opportunities since his return to LEGACY, I don’t know that he’s ever going to amount to what he did in the past.

Jimmy Yates: I think there’s a possibility that his relationship with Jen X is a little more strained now than it was before, but I think he’s coming on nicely, and I could very well see him make a big move here tonight and take home some gold.

Alan Ducard: Regardless of who comes out of this match with the Network Championship, that individual will not have to defend the belt at the Glimmer of Hope pay per view, as the FX Network has asked that any and all title defenses happen on their cable network.

Bryan Harris: They’ve got a very marketable individual in James Win, so I don’t see why they wouldn’t want him to defend the belt exclusively for their viewers. Since leaving The Diabolik, it’s safe to say that James Win’s career has been going in the right direction. A victory here tonight for James Win could help him gain some more credibility as he helps knock Moxley off his pedistle.

Jimmy Yates: Can he do it? I say we let you get to the footage and find out.

One- Win only manages to get a one-count before Moxley kicks out with authority.

Alan Ducard: Excellent spinning heel-kick by the All-Star! Shades of the late-great Owen Hart!

Jimmy Yates: I agree. This guy’s attitude might be a little bit to be desired, but he’s certainly a top notch performer.

Bryan Harris: And a veteran of this business, you seem to always neglect.

Bringing Moxley to his feet, Win delivers a straight slap to the face, that turns the Native Nerd of Long Island completely around, exposing his back to the champion. People in the audience boo Win mercilessly for the disrespectful slap, but the All-Star pays the negative response absolutely no mind. Slamming a single forearm into the upper back, lower neck region of Herbie J, he then clasps his hands tightly around the waist of the challenger, looking for a variation of a suplex. Lifting him up, the All-Star slams him down to the canvas with an impressive bridge for the German suplex. Once again, Fudrucker is right there to administer the count..

Bryan Harris: Win may have won!

One!

Jimmy Yates: This could be it, that was an impressive suplex and his bridge looks amazing...

Two!

Alan Ducard: He kicked out!

Moxley shoulders out as Win’s back falls to the mat. Rolling over, Win deftly follows up the suplex by flipping over and securing Moxley’s shoulders to the mat with a jack-knife pin attempt..

One!

Two!

Moxley manages to kick out again, and Win slaps his hand on the mat out of frustration. “Stupid ref!!”, he shouts.

Alan Ducard: he can’t lose focus in this match. So far, he’s been hammering Moxley with offense... the match may be in his grasp and one slip-up could spell certain doom for our current F/X Network Champion.

Bryan Harris: I actually agree with you, Al. As much as I love the All-Star and his brilliant radiance of confidence, he needs to stop wasting time with these peons and the ref.

Jimmy Yates: Aw now what the hell is he doing?!

Standing back up, Win gets in Fudrucker’s face by shouting, “The All-Star doesn’t think you can count high enough!!”. Fudrucker pleads with him to focus on the match, to which Win makes like he’s going to nail him with a right cross. Fudrucker flinches, which generates a hearty laugh from Win. The audience jeers this considerably, but the jeers quickly transcend into cheers as Herb Moxley gets to his feet with his fists shaking.

I think Mox saw Win bully Jacob... and I don’t think he appreciated it!!

Jimmy Yates: Herb Moxley knows what it’s like to be picked on by bullies, so I don’t think he’s going to stand for Win’s actions here...

Bryan Harris: Great. Nerd rage, coming up.

Moxley taps Win on the shoulder, and as the All-Star turns around he is met with a stinging right jab, followed by several more that send him reeling backwards. The fans come to life as Moxley rocks the champion with a wild haymaker. Chants of “Let’s-go-Moxie!” echo through out the arena as Moxley grabs Win by his arm and whips him into the ropes. Win travels back on the rebound and Moxley shoots forward in a three-point stance. Bending down slightly, Moxley shoots back up, sending James Win’s body up into the air with a surprisingly high back-body drop.

Alan Ducard: What elevation!!

Jimmy Yates: I think James’ feet just scraped the moon there. Wow!!

Bryan Harris: This isn’t looking good for the All-Star.

Win lands hard on the mat but is back up, holding the small of his back. Stumbling towards Moxley, the Nerd spins like a Von Erich and connects with a damaging right fist to the head that sends James Win down to the canvas. Guiding Win back to his feet, Moxley lifts the All-Star up for an inverted atomic drop and connects. Win holds himself down below, stumbling away from Moxley. Measuring up his opponent, Moxley hunkers down and waits for Win to turn towards him again before springing into action. Win finally does and Moxley grabs Win by the back of his head, pushes inwards with his own, and drops to his knees with lightning quick speed, compressing his cranium against the underside of Win’s jaw with a jawbreaker, practically sending Win out of his boots before hitting the mat.

Alan Ducard: What impact from that jaw-breaker!!

Jimmy Yates: That could be it right there... wait, what’s Mox doing?!

Bryan Harris: Looks like this nerd thinks he can fly.

Moxley climbs to the bottom turnbuckle, and looks out at everyone in the audience as if he’s climbed Mt. Everest. Signaling to the crowd, he flips backwards with a moonsault and connects square into the upper body of James Win. Hooking a leg after landing, the crowd counts along...

One!!

Two!!

THR- NO!!

Alan Ducard: SO close... I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone take a bottom rope moonsault THAT seriously before.

Jimmy Yates: If I had to call that one I’d call it a “Below Average Moonsault”!

Bryan Harris: Oh God... tell me you just didn’t say that.

Looking shocked as if he expected the match to end with that move, Moxley shakes his head disappointedly. Signaling to the crowd for something else, Moxley waits for Win to get to his feet before getting into the “crane kick” position.

Jimmy Yates: I think he’s looking for the super sweet ninja kick!!

Alan Ducard: I think you’re right!!

Just as James Win gets to his feet, Herb Moxley shoots out with the Karate Kid inspired crane kick. He’s wide by a couple inches though and it’s all the All-Star needed to seize this moment of opportunity. With Moxley’s leg extended, Win lifts up underneath Moxley’s knee with one arm and wraps his other arm over Moxley’s head, locking his hands together tightly as if he were coming from the side with a fisherman’s suplex. Then, lifting Moxley up and over his head, he snaps down to the canvas with a brain-buster variation of a package suplex.

Alan Ducard: MY GOD!!!

Jimmy Yates: What was THAT?!

Bryan Harris: That was AWESOME!!

Hooking a leg, the crowd applauds this innovative maneuver as Win hooks a leg on Moxley...

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE- NO! Moxley kicks out!!

Bryan Harris: WHAT?! HOW?!

Jimmy Yates: I dunno, but James Win is LIVID!!

Looking incensed after not being able to put away the challenger with that high impact move, Win continues to get into the face of Fudrucker. Moxley meanwhile rubs his neck on the mat, slowly stirring to his knees. Looking up at James Win once again arguing with the referee, Moxley forces himself to his feet, albeit wobbly. Win finally turns around and sees Moxley on his feet, and scoffs at the fact that the nerd was able to recover from that high impact move. Moving in, James Win connects with a knee to the gut.

Bryan Harris: Here comes the Starburst!!

Jimmy Yates: He hits this it’s over..

Moxley falls to one knee just before James Win can jump up for the double-underhook face-buster(Pedigree). Rolling his eyes, James Win pulls him back up, hooking his arms up again. But once again, just before he jumps up, Moxley falls to one knee. Just as he brings him back to two feet again, Moxley reaches around Win’s shoulder with his patented nerve hold.

Alan Ducard: Vulcan death grip!!! He has it on tight!!

James Win flails his arms wildly for a moment, looking for an out. Throwing an elbow back into the temple of Moxley, James Win manages to break free. Turning around, he throws a lariat forward, hoping to knock down the challenger. Unfortunately for him though, Moxley was ready for it. Ducking, Moxley grabs the back of James Win’s head and DROPS to the mat with a sit-out falling neckbreaker, all two-hundred and twenty-nine pounds crushing down on the back of his neck against the bone of Moxley’s shoulder.

Alan Ducard: DEMON KILLER!!!

Jimmy Yates: Wow!! I haven’t seen him use that move in a long time!!!

Bryan Harris: This one’s over..

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Jimmy Yates: HE DID IT!! NEW CHAMPION!! MOX HAS WON THE NETWORK TITLE!!!

The bell sounds and Jacob Fudrucker motions over to the time keeper as well as ring announcer Josephina Colbert.

Bryan Harris: Yeah well, Mox is gonna be disappointed to learn that Star Trek isn’t shown on F/X... in fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he vacated the belt!!

Alan Ducard: Oh would you stop. Look how HAPPY Mox is!! Let the man enjoy it!!

Seeing his former persona’s mask, Chris Turner’s eyes get extremely wide, and he steps back out into the hallway and starts looking back and forth. He doesn’t say a word, but you can tell he’s fuming mad. Satisfied that no one is in the hallway, Turner steps back into the locker room, shoving some of the debris away with his foot. His eyes never turn away from the mask hanging in the middle of the room.

Thomas Manchester Black: (Off Mic) And so begins my violent legacy...

TMB makes the crucifix sign as pyros explode behind him. TMB grins and begins to make his way down the rampway. TMB makes his way up the steel steps and steps over the top rope and doesn't even look at the ring announcer as he makes his way to the far right corner. He smirks at the crowd before ascending the turnbuckle with his arms in the air. TMB hops off the turnbuckle and is handed a mic.

TMB: Heh…I’m not about to stand out here and tell you that this is the beginning of the TMB era. I’m not about to waste time telling you something that you already know. I’m not about to tell you about how I’m here to win titles and become number one. Gold will come when it comes and I will when titles when I feel I need to.

TMB paces the ring for a moment before continuing.

TMB: Then why am I out here, some of you may ask? I’m here because my disease of war and fight needs to spread and Legacy seems like the perfect open wound for infection. So many faces that I’m familiar with. So many targets I could choose to make my point. But there is no need to rush in and attack. A wise man once said in due time all things will come to you. So I will pick my spots and make sure that by the time the walls crumble, you will understand that no wonder what these Legacy stars tell you…

TMB’s grin widens.

TMB: The truth will set you free…

TMB drops the mic and steps out of the ring. He slowly walks up the rampway while the crowd is in shock, not know how to handle this newly signed Legacy star.

Diego de Cardenas: You lined up someone to go home with tonight, or are you free to come back to my hotel room?

A moderately amused grin flashes across Hannah’s face, but she tries to play it off.

Hannah Perez: What makes you think I’d even consider you an option?

Diego shrugs and smirks.

Diego de Cardenas: Maybe because you can’t find anybody better for you than I am, no matter how hard you look.

Hannah rolls her eyes.

Hannah Perez: Calling me a slut isn’t the way to win me back, Diego…

Locking eyes with Hannah for a silent moment, Diego nods.

Diego de Cardenas: LEGACY wouldn’t know what to do with me if I didn’t show signs of being an asshole, now would they?

Hopping up from the chair and returning to his feet, Diego leans forward.

Diego de Cardenas: Gotta play the part.

An empathetic smile forms on Hannah’s face, knowing that Diego is a good guy, knowing that he’s much different than the way most people see him. Her eyes then change their focus, and as Diego notices she’s looking elsewhere, he turns around to find a grinning T.Rex.

T.Rex: Are you almost done begging her to come back, because I thought maybe she’d like a little spanking from T-Bone tonight.

Gritting his teeth, Diego steps forward and shoves T.Rex. He stumbles a couple feet backwards as he’s off balance, and then T.Rex rushes in and tackles Diego down to the floor. The two roll around, trading shots on each other, causing havoc amongst the room of onlookers. Suddenly Arch Angel bursts into the scene and slams an axhandle smash down onto Diego, slowing his fight momentarily. Grabbing Diego by the back of his shirt, Arch Angel pulls Cardenas off of T.Rex and throws him to the ground. Moving in, Arch Angel stomps down onto Diego, not letting him get up. He’s then joined by T.Rex. Hannah Perez looks on, pleading for the double teaming to stop. Suddenly Hector Rodriguez moves in and shoves Arch Angel away, then drills T.Rex with a back elbow smash, backing him away. Diego struggles and gets to his feet just as LEGACY officials run into the scene and get in between the two teams, stopping the insanity.

Jimmy Yates: This is simply the next chapter in the ongoing war between AOD and Domination, and it’s been a very personal war thus far. These men are on a collision course, and it doesn’t seem like either team will be diverting from the impact anytime soon.

Bryan Harris: These meatheads have been getting in over their heads with The Agents, and I think it’s time for a little AOD redemption tonight.

Alan Ducard: We’ll see about that, Bry. The World Tag Team Champions have good reason to be taking exception to AOD’s tactics; those three aren’t all about the rules, afterall.

Jimmy Yates: Domination has really railed through AOD the past few shows, having altercations with every member of the trio. Osamu fell to Total Domination, Gray fell to RAGE in singles competition, and Mirage was almost torn apart recently by Venom & Rage both.

Bryan Harris: That’s why it’s time for The Agents to act, no more games, no more meathead bullying; it’s time for these “champs” to learn their place.

Alan Ducard: I’m interested to see who Domination will choose as their “mystery partner”. Let’s jump into the footage and find out the answer to that question.

Bryan Harris: AOD is trying their best to keep the pressure on, really hammering Domination with everything they have.

Alan Ducard: And let’s not forget Katsuro Yoshida, who we now see is the “mystery partner” that Domination decided to bring into the melee.

Jimmy Yates: I think that was a smart choice on Domination’s part, Yoshida has a lot of history with Hayashi, and I think he’s the perfect superstar to combat Osamu’s fast-paced style.

Mirage looks on from the apron, shouting commands at Osamu. Lucien also surveys the scene, the great behemoth leaning against the ropes and practically slavering for a tag. Osamu drags Venom’s carcass across the ring, which is very slow process since Venom so greatly outweighs the Japanese assassin. Once near his own corner, Osamu stomps down on Venom’s throat and digs in, while at the same time tagging Mirage into the match.

Alan Ducard: Here comes the mastermind, business just picked up.

Jimmy Yates: There is FIRE in Mirage’s eyes, and I think we’re going to see some bone picking seconds away from going down.

With Osamu still digging a heel into Venom’s throat, Mirage LEAPS up and drives his kneecap directly into Venom’s forehead, before rolling through and hopping back up to his feet. Osamu exits the ring, and Mirage continues the assault, dropping to the canvas and choking Venom VIOLENTLY, all of his weight pressed down into a vice-grip across Venom’s meaty throat. Mirage milks the ref’s five count, and finally he breaks the choke, but not before driving a STRAIGHT right hand into Venom’s face.

Bryan Harris: Venom taking some serious damage in there. He’s being cut off from his corner quite effectively.

Mirage backpeddles, and slaps his palm down against the gloved hand of the beast known as Gray. Lucien steps over the top rope and enters the ring, with Mirage stomping away on Venom’s prone body. Lucien hits the ropes, runs forward about three feet and SPLASHES nearly 500lbs of weight down onto Venom’s chest. Venom let’s out a whoosh of oxygen, his face turning beet red. Lucien doesn’t stop there, snapping Venom across the neck and dragging him to his feet, only to LIFT him into the air with a military press.

Alan Ducard: Are you seeing this?? Look at that RAW power, Gray lifting Venom into the air as though he were a child. Venom is a gigantic man himself!

Jimmy Yates: That is just plain scary…

Gray steps forward and tosses Venom across the ring, where his 300lbs of muscle smashes into the canvas with a devastating splat. In a surprise turn of events, the toss got Venom much closer to his corner, and using a burst of speed he crawls backwards and slaps the hand of Katsuro Yoshida, getting the Bushido warrior into the match. Yoshida sizes up the monster known as Gray, and flies towards him in an attempt to bring the beast down. Yoshida attempts a shoulder block, but Lucien absorbs the block and SWINGS Yoshida into a circle, effectively blasting him down to the canvas with a black hole slam. Gray reaches down and digs his gloved fingers into Katsuro’s hair, and then drags him back to his corner. Gray bends down to his knees, and places Yoshida’s back against his knee, one hand on Yoshida’s knee and the other on his chin, pushing and tearing at his body. Osamu leans down and slaps Lucien on the shoulder, and Gray moves his hand away from Yoshida’s chin, allowing Osamu to FLIP into the ring, hitting a severe leg drop that catches Yoshida right across the throat.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know about you boys, but from where I’m sitting, The Agents are working like a well-oiled machine in there. Osamu hit what he calls…THE RUINER! What a freakin’ leg drop!

Jimmy Yates: I can’t argue with that, Bry. These men are a TIGHT unit. Domination and Yoshida don’t have nearly as much experience tagging together, and that’s something to consider while viewing this match.

Alan Ducard: Yoshida is in there with the man who betrayed him, and there is certainly some bad blood brewing between these two.

Yoshida somehow fights his way up to his feet, and he meets Osamu with a knee buried deep into his opponent’s gut. Osamu doubles over, hands on this stomach, and Yoshida promptly fires him forward with a snapmare. Osamu lands in a sitting position, and Yoshida pivots, spinning a DEVESTATING kick into Osamu’s face, catching him right across the jaw. With Osamu dazed and laid out, Yoshida moves over to his corner, tagging Rage in. Ben Murdock wastes no time, stalking towards Osamu and pulling him up to a vertical base, only to take him right back down with a ring-rocking clothesline.

Alan Ducard: Domination making a comeback, and AOD could be in some deep trouble now.

Bryan Harris: The Agents will get back on their feet, they ALWAYS do…

Osamu staggers back to his feet, and Rage swings in looking for another clothesline, but Osamu ducks the attempt and takes Rage down with a neckbreaker. Osamu pulls Rage back to his feet, and once more targets the neck, locking in a sleeper hold and negotiating Rage towards the AOD corner. Turning his back to Mirage, Osamu allows Marcus to tag himself in, and Mirage comes in strong, winding up and burying a boot into Rage’s midsection. Osamu allows Rage to drop and exits the ring, leaving the cerebral leader of The Agents to finish the job.

With Rage reeling, Mirage goes behind and takes him down with an inverted DDT. The big man goes down hard, and Marcus watches him with a calculating gaze, before meeting the eyes of Venom and Trent Logan on the outside of the ring. Once the eye contact is there, Mirage just starts in with a one-man booty party, stomping down on Rage with crushing boot heels, softening the Domination member up with each stomp that finds it’s mark.

Bryan Harris: This is vindication, pure and simple. Domination has pushed AOD too far, and it’s time for the meatheads to meet their end.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know where you get your backwards logic Bry, but it’s The Agents who have taken the low road with The World Tag Team Champions, if anyone should be entitled to vindication, it’s Domination.

Mirage begins to face scrub Rage, before pausing and driving the point of his elbow into the Tag Champ’s heart. After this assault, Mirage drags Rage up to his feet and pushes him into the turnbuckles of the AOD corner. Mirage takes hold of the back of Rage’s head with his left hand, and then he just begins to PISTON right hands into Rage’s face. He keeps the closed fists coming, to the point where the ref has to drag him back and admonish him. While Mirage has the ref distracted, Osamu sends a judo chop into the side of Rage’s throat, and Lucien leans in and CRUSHES a headbutt into Rage’s temple.

Jimmy Yates: Would you look at this?? Such cheap shots, classic AOD…

Bryan Harris: They’re doing whatever it takes to win, Jimbo. You wouldn’t know anything about winning even if your life depended on it, so pipe down.

Alan Ducard: You may not like their tactics, but AOD is doing a fine job of keeping things together in there. Lots of quick tags, keeping all three members relatively fresh. Domination needs to find a way to get back into this game.

Mirage moves away from the ref, running forward and NAILING Rage across the bridge of the nose with a forearm shot. Rage’s head rocks back, and Mirage locks him up, running forward away from the turnbuckles and looking to smash Rage down with a bulldog, but Rage powers Marcus up into the air and slams him down onto his back, countering the maneuver.

Alan Ducard: Great counter! Now if only Rage can make that tag…

Rage collapses from exhaustion, but slowly he has begun to inch himself towards his corner. On the other side of the ring Mirage is doing the same thing, one hand nursing his back as he crawls towards his partners. At almost the exact same time, Rage tags in Venom, and Mirage slaps hands with Osamu.

Osamu runs forward, but Venom meets him like a house of fire, blasting a shoulder into the much smaller superstar and dropping him to the mat. Osamu is right back up, looking for a right hand, but Venom blocks it and twists Osamu’s arms up into a full nelson, before flinging his own body back and DRIVING Hayashi in to the canvas with a full nelson slam. Osamu cringes, wigging against the pain and reaching in vain towards his corner. Venom grabs him up and brings the Japanese superstar right back to his feet. Osamu manages to buy himself some room, and he lowers himself down and sends a stiff thrust kick into Venom’s abdomen. Venom staggers back, and Osamu rushes in, looking to clean his clock, but Venom catches him on the fly and flings him upwards, only to bring him right back down with a one man flap-jack.

Jimmy Yates: Would you look at that strength? Venom is an absolute powerhouse.

Alan Ducard: Things are going very well for the World Tag Team Champions right now; they seem to have found their groove.

Bryan Harris: Please, don’t rub it in…

Venom hits the ropes, looking to make an impact on a prone Osamu, but Mirage drops down to the floor on the outside and trips him up, managing to take out the big man’s footing and drive him down to his face in the center of the ring. Klinton Porter rails on Mirage, getting up into the mastermind’s face as he begs off and pretends to have done nothing wrong. Meanwhile, with the ref’s back turned, Osamu gets up to his knees, and as Venom stumbles forward, Hayashi sends a MEAT HOOKING low blow into Venom’s undercarriage. Venom gasps, falling backwards and crashing to the mat. Osamu holds his ribs, and begins slowly but surely to make his way over to his corner.

Alan Ducard: That’s poor sportsmanship if I’ve ever seen it, Mirage distracting the ref and allowing Osamu to get the unfair advantage.

Jimmy Yates: That’s how AOD operates; I’ve come to expect it at this point…

Bryan Harris: You two don’t get the point, look at the results, no matter how “unfair” the actions of AOD were, Domination is hurting right now!

Osamu makes it to his destination, slapping hands with Lucien Gray. Venom holds his groin, yet staggers to his feet and dives, managing to tag his partner Rage into the match. Gray rushes forward, but Rage meets him with fists of fury, slamming right hands into the masked face of Lucien, rocking the big monster back step by step. Rage backs Gray up against the ropes, but Lucien stops the barrage by locking both gloved hands around Rage’s throat and LIFTING him into the air. Lucien chokes the life out of Rage while holding him in midair, and then he proceeds to slam him down the canvas with authority. Rage fights his way back up, and smashes and elbow into Gray’s jaw. Lucien flails backwards, and meanwhile on the other side of the ring Osamu has dropped down to the outside and he’s attempting to enter the ring. Porter cuts him off, pushing back and keeping him out of the ring.

Alan Ducard: What in the hell is going on here? Osamu is not the legal man; he needs to get out of the ring!

Gray stumbles against the ropes, and Rage follows him in, but Mirage has slipped into the fray, and he literally DRAGS both hands across Rage’s face, raking the living hell out of his eyes. And then just for good measure, he PUNTS Rage in the testicles, before quickly retreating by sliding out of the ring. Porter has finally managed to get Osamu under control, but the damage has been done.

Rage staggers forward, an agonized stride, and Gray takes full advantage. The monster pulls Rage in with a headscissors, and then pulling him upwards he JACKKNIFES Rage into the canvas with a powerbomb, with Rage landing right on his neck. Gray promptly drops down, placing all of his weight onto Rage’s chest for the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

Venom and Yoshida try to storm the ring and break up the pinfall, but Mirage and Osamu cut them off and begin brawling, keeping them from breaking the pin.

THREE!

He has orange strips of tape around his wrists, with a thin yellow stripe in the middle of them, and his arms are folded across his chest. He wears orange biker tights, with a yellow explosion in the middle of the right leg, and sweeping black bold lettering in the explosion reading “FLASH” and, in cursive below that, reading “Dynamite!” The left leg has yellow lightning bolts. His knees are covered in orange kneepads, with the same explosions (only smaller) in the middle, bearing his name as well. His boots are orange, with yellow wingtips, and black laces.

Next to him stands the skinnier, shorter, member of the tandem, wearing a sky blue mask with silver lightning bolts all over it at random. The mouth is completely open, revealing the chin and nose even, though there are silver and sky blue tassles on top, acting as a sort of long hair. His hands are on his hips, and he wears sky blue gauntlets (like Sabu) with silver lighting bolts on them, going all the way to his elbows, with the same silver and sky blue tassles. His chest is covered with the top of his sky blue singlet, with silver electric-esque writing across the front, reading “KID LIGHTNING”.

The bottom transitions into a sort of sky blue long tights, with lightning bolts traveling down the legs, flowing seamlessly with the matching kickpads covering his shins. He wears a grin on his face, as the fans begin to lightly boo.

Kid Lightning: Greetings, LEGACY citizens. It is we, your friendly neighborhood resident superheroes, Kid Lightning and FLASH Dynamite! The Flying Avengers!

FLASH Dynamite: FLASH Dynamite and Kid Lightning.

Kid Lightning looks at his partner and shrugs.

Kid Lightning: Potato, tomato. Whichever. Anyway, the point is, we’re here to remind you that we have come to do you, the fans of this product, a huge favor.

FLASH Dynamite: What he means by that is, we’ve come to clean this place up. We’ve come to get rid of the trash. To get rid of the junkies and thugs and vagabonds and ne’er-do-wells.

Kid Lightning nods his head, grinning once more.

Kid Lightning: Exactly. Ne’er-do-wells have been running amuck in LEGACY for far too long, and it has become evident that you people are in need of true saviors! And that’s what we are! My partner here is a former amateur boxer, and he’s trained with arguably one of the greatest technical wrestlers this business has seen since...well...a long time!

FLASH Dynamite uncrosses his arms and pops his knuckles.

FLASH Dynamite: And my partner here is one of the finest gymnasts-turned-wrestlers to ever grace the squared circle, with family ties and training from the same man that trained me. He’s the quickest man this business has ever seen, and that’s a fact, and he will do things that will leave everyone in our wake dizzied, impressed, and envious.

Kid Lightning: And the first people in our way? In our quest to clean this place up? Is the Human Growth Hormones.

FLASH Dynamite: I believe they’re actually called Homies Gettin’ High.

Kid Lightning: Whatever. They’re still promoting drug-use, regardless. Whatever. Anyway...Too High Crew...can I call them that?

FLASH Dynamite sighs heavily.

Kid Lightning: Sure I can. So anyway, Too High Crew boasts an impressive record of...well, whatever, I’m sure they’re impressive and cool to someone out there. The fact is, though, that they’re not cool or hip or awesome or even impressive to us. Jack Shepard–

FLASH Dynamite: Joey Shepard...

Kid Lightning: Whatever! Joey Shepard never saw us comin’, probably because he was too pebbled out of his mind.

FLASH Dynamite: Stoned, I believe, is the word.

Kid Lightning ignores him and continues.

Kid Lightning: And Conrad Kirk...

He looks at FLASH Dynamite, who nods his head.

Kid Lightning: ...saw what we did, and couldn’t do anything about it but get dropped on his own head as well. That’s how The Flying Avengers make a statement. It may not be popular to you people yet. We may not be embraced by you all...yet.

FLASH Dynamite: But someday you will come to realize that our job is a thankless one. A necessary one. And sometimes we have to do things you may not agree with, but we always do things to protect and save you people.

Kid Lightning: What we did, Too High Crew...was for your own good.

FLASH Dynamite: And we’ll gladly do it again.

FLASH Dynamite folds his arms over his chest, as Kid Lightning grins big, with the shot slowly fading out.

Katsuro Yoshida: This goes on too long… and now I will finish it.

As if he just snapped out of a trance, Osamu’s face changes from being a blank stare.

Osamu Hayashi: Sorry, you were rambling, I tuned out. Do you have a point? I need to change and go back to my hotel where the ladies are waiting.

Not amused, Katsuro responds.

Katsuro Yoshida: At Glimmer of Hope, I want a rematch against you. We will settle this in the ring and…

Osamu Hayashi: And… as nice of an offer as that is, I have to pass. I have other plans. You see, I make a new friend tonight. A minute ago, actually. I saw John Thomas when I got this water bottle, he just happened to be there too, and I said I know he needed a third member of Co-Op Challenge team, and Agents of Destiny needed representation in the Co-Op Challenge, and we struck a deal.

His eyes narrowing as his anger grows, Katsuro Yoshida takes a step closer.

Katsuro Yoshida: You are doing this to avoid facing me. You see that I’m back, and you run to find a way to avoid me.

Shrugging his shoulders, Osamu just smiles.

Osamu Hayashi: Whatever the reason is, I can’t help that I’m not available to fight you. A promise is a promise, so I am in the Co-Op Challenge.

Getting increasingly closer to his former protégé, Katsuro stops moving when he’s standing inches away from Osamu.

Katsuro Yoshida: Some day soon, you won’t be able to run anymore.

Glaring into Osamu’s eyes for another moment, Katsuro then walks away.

Bryan Harris: Well, I mean, sure, it’s exciting because of Loco Martinez, but I don’t see the big deal with this Jester Smiles. I mean, he was big in other places that aren’t LEGACY, so, really, does his record elsewhere REALLY matter?

Jimmy Yates: Have you seen of Jester’s work, Bryan?

Bryan Harris: It wasn’t here, so I don’t care.

Jimmy Yates: Either way, we have a debuting Jester Smiles against our World Champion, Loco Martinez, and that’s on right now!

Bryan Harris: Guys that big should NOT try to fly, especially against a high flyer like Loco Martinez. That was just stupid on the part of Smiles.

As Jester gets up to his knees, Loco plants a low dropkick to the chest of Jester, knocking Jester flat. Smiles gets to his hands and knees, but Loco is quick to plant a STRONG soccer kick to the stomach of Jester, causing Jester to flip over onto his back. Loco turns around and hit’s a standing moonsault, further crushing the chest/stomach area of Jester! Martinez goes for the pin, and X-Calibur is quick to count.

ONE!

TWO-Kickout! Loco actually complains about a slow count, which X just gives him a stare of death. Loco again pins, mouthing “Do it right this time”.

ON-Kickout! Loco again complains about the slow count, when suddenly, Jester launches a HARD punch to the jaw of Loco Martinez! Loco falls to his back and clutches his jaw whilst Jester rolls away and gets to his hands and knees, catching his breath.

Jimmy Yates: A strong flurry of offense cut short as X-Calibur’s presence continues to distract Loco Martinez.

Bryan Harris: This just isn’t fair. How can Loco focus if he has to contend with that stupid clown AND X-Calibur.

Alan Ducard: So far, though, X-Calibur has been calling the match right down the middle.

Bryan Harris: You call that slow as hell count down the middle?

Jester and Loco are on their feet at the same time. Loco charges across the ring with a cross body, but Jester launches a thrust kick that knocks Loco flat! Jester lifts Loco pack up a plants a few solid open hand slaps to Loco, followed by an open handed spinning back hand, a kick to the gut, and then lifts his leg high and hit’s a HARD Tae-Kwon Do style axe kick on the back of Loco Martinez head! Loco goes down flat and Jester hit’s the ropes, bouncing off and leaping high, landing with a senton splash on the back of Loco Martinez!!

Jimmy Yates: The martial arts background of Jester really coming into play here. That was some SOLID striking offense.

Bryan Harris: It was OKAY. I still don’t see what is so special about this guy.

Jester goes quickly for the pin, and X-Calibur is there to count.

ONE!

TW-Kickout! Jester gets off and lifts Loco back up with him. Loco, however, goes down low and sweeps Jester’s legs. He then leaps in the air and drops both his feet on Jester’s chest, knocking the wind out of Jester. Loco then begins to complain to X-Calibur about all the illegal things Jester has been doing, and even blaming X for a fast count when Jester pinned him. Loco does not see Jester getting up to his hands and knees behind him. Finally, X gets tired of Loco’s complaining and acts like he’s going to throw a punch. Loco flinches and walks backwards…tripping over Jester and falling to the ground.

Alan Ducard: HAHA! That’s hilarious!

Bryan Harris: I’m glad you find a biased referee funny, Alan.

Loco is up to his feet quickly, and he seems completely incensed by X-Calibur. Loco holds up his hand like he is going to punch X, but X points at the referee shirt, and Loco calms himself. X-Calibur actually leaves the ring at this point whilst Loco turns his attention back to Jester, launching a few punches at Jester’s head. X-Calibur, meanwhile, makes his way to the announce booth, over to Bryan Harris, and actually takes Bryan’s headset!

Bryan Harris: HEY! I NEED THA-

X-Calibur: This thing work? Yeah, I think it work. Hi guys, Alan, Jimmy, ummm…you.

Bryan Harris is saying something, but it can’t quite be heard. Meanwhile, Loco has Jester up and against the turnbuckle. Loco launches a HARD chop to Jester’s chest, and Jester winces. Loco launches again, and Jester clutches his chest.

X-Calibur: Those are some TOUGH looking shots right there. I hope this Jester kid can take them.

Alan Ducard: I think that’s technically illegal, X-Calibur.

Jimmy Yates: Who honestly stops a chop sequence anymore?

X-Calibur: I know I don’t.

Bryan once again tries to say something, but he can’t be heard. Meanwhile, Loco gets right in Jester’s face and starts yelling at him. Jester just suddenly flashes Loco a BIG smile and slams him in the stomach with a hard knee! Loco backs up, clutching his stomach, and begins launching HARD punches into Loco’s face, pushing Loco all the way back to the other turnbuckle. Jester begins to plant his own chops, but there is no break in between them. It’s a knife edged, followed by an open palm, back to a knife edged combo that goes on while the fans count, a few fans actually getting all the way up to twenty! Finally, Jester just backs up, and Loco collapses to the ground, clutching his chest and writhing in pain.

X-Calibur: OUCH! I mean, really, OUCH!

Alan Ducard: Loco’s chest is as red as-

X-Calibur: As his face is going to be at Glimmer of Hope.

Jester lifts Loco back up and hit’s a spinning back kick to the stomach of Loco. Loco doubles over, and Jester lifts him into a fireman’s carry position.

Jimmy Yates: I understand this is the set up for Jester’s finisher, a Fireman’s Carry Gutbuster known as the Side Splitter.

X-Calibur: I get it! Like a slide splitting joke! Oh, that clown, he is funny.

Loco actually manages to squirm is way out. He lands on his feet, with Jester in a front facelock, and drops Jester hard with a DDT! Loco turns him over and pins…but X-Calibur isn’t in the ring!

X-Calibur: OH! No referee in the ring. Tough break for Loco.

Jimmy Yates: Uhhh…X….you’re the referee.

X-Calibur: Tough break for Loco.

Loco looks completely incensed at X-Calibur, screaming for X-Calibur to get back in the ring. He’s so loud and so profane, most of it is heavily edited.

X-Calbur: Woah woah woah there, Loco. F**king kids are watching this sh*t.

Loco lifts Jester up and grabs his arm. He twists it and goes for the LOCapitator, but Jester breaks free and sidesteps! Loco turns around and Jester PLANTS Loco with a Shuffle Sidekick!

Alan Ducard: He calls that one the Virginia Sidekick, and this one could be over.

Jester goes for the pin, but, again, no X-Calibur. Jester looks at X-Calibur, seemingly irritated, but shrugs and nods, as if he understands.

Jimmy Yates: Uhhh…X?

X-Calibur: Fair is fair. I didn’t go in once for Loco. Jester wouldn’t want me treating him different.

Jester lifts Loco back up to his feet and pulls Loco into a clinch. He begins to soften Loco up with some hard knees to the stomach and some rabbit punches to the head. Once Loco is sufficiently weakened, Jester uses his size advantage to pull Loco in close and lift him up before slamming him down with a belly to belly suplex. Jester rolls through and lifts Loco back up, turning him around and planting him with a belly to back suplex. Jester again rolls through and lifts Loco up, planting Loco again with a German Suplex. He doesn’t bridge for the pin, knowing that X-Calibur is out of the ring, so Jester goes out and gets up close to X.

X-Calibur: Martinez is in the ring there, Smiley.

Jesters words can barely be picked up by the camera. He is saying “Come on man, let me end this match.”

X-Calibur: You should really be worrying about Loco, kid.

Suddenly, Loco comes flying off the top rope and onto the back of Jester with a Spaceman Plancha! Jester goes down, and Loco stays down with him!

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

X-Calibur: Told ya.

Bryan Harris is again unable to be heard.

Jimmy Yates: And just like that, the Greatest Mofo on Earth is in control.

Loco is up, and he simply glares at X-Calibur, who just shrugs. Loco lifts Jester up and shoves him back into the ring, but Loco does not follow. Loco forces Josephina Colbert out of her chair and slides it into the ring, slowly making his way into the ring as well.

X-Calibur: Oh no. This asshole is NOT going to ruin my main event like that.

X-Calibur throws the microphone down and makes his way into the ring. Loco has the chair in hand, but X-Calibur is quick to get in the way. He pulls the chair away from Loco, and the two begin to argue in the ring. This gives Jester time to recover, once again. Jester once again is up, and when he sees Loco not looking at him, he launches himself at Loco, locking in a quick standing rear naked choke!

Jimmy Yates: And that one is called the OH MY GOD I BET YOU CAN’T BREATHE Hold.

Bryan Harris: Stupid name.

Alan Ducard: Good to have you back, Bryan.

Bryan Harris: …shut up.

Loco begins to flail wildly, and in his flailing, he accidently hits X-Calibur in the face. X goes down hard, and his head bounces off the chair that Loco had brought in the ring! Loco is still in the hold, however, and Jester suddenly transitions the rear naked to a cobra clutch! He then throws Loco back with a Cobra Clutch Suplex!!

Jimmy Yates: What a suplex!

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but the referee is out! It does him no good.

Jester sees this, and he goes over to X, trying to get X-Calibur to get up. Jester shrugs, seeing that it’s not happening, and he decides to keep the offense going until X gets up or a new referee comes in. Jester begins to climb the ropes near Loco, and the fans begin to cheer loudly!

Alan Ducard: Jester has been known in the past to finish matches with his moonsault. He may be going for that here.

Bryan Harris: Seriously, how do you guys know all this stuff.

Jimmy Yates: A lot of his work was televised. It’s not hard if you STUDY.

Bryan Harris: Whatever.

The fans’ cheers to turn to boos as John Thomas starts to run to the ring. Before Jester can notice John, it’s too late, as John leaps onto the apron and pulls Jester foot off the ropes, causing Jester to rack himself on the top turnbuckle! Jester clutches his groin in pain, and John enters the ring, helping Loco back to his feet. John then quickly slides out, and Loco springboards off the second rope and hit’s a HARD Enziguiri to the back of Jester! Jester falls off the top rope and lands hard in the ring! Loco lifts Jester back up, twists his arm, and SLAMS Jester with the LOCapitator, with John Thomas cheering the whole time.

Bryan Harris: HA! See! All that cheating by X-Calibur and Jester, and for what? NOTHING! The hero is a zero.

Alan Ducard: Did you make that one up yourself, Bryan?

Suddenly, Leonard Nolan rushes to the ring as Loco Martinez makes the pin!

ONE!

Alan Ducard: No no no! This just isn’t right!

TWO!

Bryan Harris: HA! It’s tragically hilarious!

THREE!!

Loco rolls off of Jester as X-Calibur slowly comes to. John Thomas enters the ring and lifts Loco up. X-Calibur is now on his hands and knees, holding his head, as Leonard Nolan holds up Loco’s arm.

X-Calibur: No escape at Glimmer of Hope! NO escape for ONE HOUR!

Jester is now on his knees, and he glares down the aisle at John Thomas and Loco Martinez. The cameras turn to Loco Martinez, holding up his title high, and smiling like a bandit.

Alan Ducard: Loco Martinez goes and STEALS another one. Damnit!

Bryan Harris: Oh come on. He survive all the bull that Jester and X-Calibur were playing.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know if you can blame Jester for X-Calibur’s doings, but Loco definitely stole this one away from X-Calibur, no matter how hard X-Calibur was trying to steal it from him.

The scene turns back to Jester and X-Calibur, both of which who glare down at Loco is and the Cirque. The scene fades out on that picture.