6 . 21 . 2009
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Backstage we see road agents Preston Thompkins and Carter Franklin. Noth men are well dressed in casual business attire with Preston leaning against a wall with a clipboard in his hand. Carter Franklin: For his first day on the job he's doing pretty well. He might not be following dress code, but I think he will fall in to line and do well as a road agent. Preston Thompkins: It's never easy going from being in that ring to behind the scenes, I have to admit I was kind of surprised when I found out he had been hired. Anyway, I have to go tell X-Calibur that he's up soon. If you see the rookie let him know he can watch the main event with us, he knows where the monitor is. Preston walks away to alert X-Calibur, and Carter heads off in the other direction. As he turns a corner we see a pair of polished black cowboy boots. The camera focuses on the cowboy boots and the blue jeans that meet them, when we hear Carter talk. Carter Franklin: Good work today rookie. Preston said to let you know to meet us at the monitor and you can watch the main event with us. I just have to go make sure Loco is ready and get him to Gorilla. There is a laugh when Carter says the word rookie and we hear a familiar voice. Voice: Well let this rookie get in a little more practice. I'll make sure Loco gets to Gorilla. Go get a good spot at the monitor, this match is huge and everyone is going to be staking out a spot at the monitors. Carter Franklin: You sure? Voice: I got this. We see Carter Franklin turn back the way he came, but we follow the polished black cowboy boots as they make their way down the hall and around another corner before the boots stop and the camera pans up to a door with a giant gold star and the name Loco Martinez on it. We see a hand reach out towards the door we notice that the skin on the hand looks rough and has some scars as well as old burn marks. The hand knocks on the door and after a moment we hear a vocie form within. Loco Martinez: I know I'm up next. I'll be there in a minute. The hand pauses then knocks again, not content with the answer. After a moment a seemingly annoyed Loco opens the door, and then he looks out with a slightly confused look which turns to annoyance. Loco Martinez: What the hell do you want? Voice: I guess you didn't get the memo, I'm LEGACY's newest road agent. They sent me to make sure you get to Gorilla for your title match tonight. The camera pans out and we know see the man connected to the cowboy boots. Standing there in blue jeans and black shirt that reads How Do You Want To Be Remembered and has the LEGACY logo on the front is Patrick "Crimson" Kidd. Patrick Kidd: Get the gold strap and let's go, it's time to walk the green mile. Loco rolls his eyes, as he stands up. He shakes his head. Loco Martinez: If you knew sh(beep)t about this company you know I don't "get the gold" strap. And before I go out there... THEY have to go out there... Loco sighs dramatically before he turns and shouts behind him. Loco Martinez: Teddy, Chris. Lets go. We hear a mild ruckus. And then a clang, and then we see Angel backing out of the room, the trophy case slowly rolled through the doorway. The members of Anarchy are dressed in all white. White dress slacks, dress shoes, and white button down shirts. The contrast is the dark black sunglasses that cover their eyes as they roll by T.Rex eyeballs Kidd. T.Rex: Who da fugg is dis? Loco chuckles. Loco Martinez: Some hanger on, Teddy. Couldn't stay away from the business, but can't get out and wrestle anymore. SO? Here he is... getting his rocks off trying to *Loco makes the corresponding air quotes* "boss me around". Angel and Rex walk off to make their grand entrance, and it leaves Kidd and Loco standing there. Patrick Kidd: I know this isn't your first rodeo, you've been in plenty of cage matches including the cylindar of chains. You just need to know that your going to be in that cage for an hour and everything tha tcoem with. I'm sure you've thought about that already. I've been in my share of cage matches and you need to remember X-Calibur is one of the only people that has walked away from a Human Torch burning cage amtch, the same cage match that temporarily paralyzed both me and Sean Boden. The match that pretty much ended my carreer. Loco rolls his eyes. Loco Martinez: Thanks "dad". But luckily I'm not YOU. I'm not Boden, and I will be WALKING out of that cage with all faculties, and my title in tact. Loco goes to walk past Kidd. Kidd just side steps and lets him walk by. Kidd shakes his head knowing both men will give it their all, but knowing what dangers reside inside those walls of steel.
We hear a familiar song for those that remember Loco Martinez and
X-Calibur's last pay per view hype video. The slow guitar of Metallica's
"Nothing Else Matters". Cowboy: "I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts" Shot of a Legacy Ring. "You know, there's a story behind that there saloon" The Breaking Point Cell lowers over the ring. "Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over" A shot of Loco Martinez cavorting with the rest of the Cirque. "Sheriffs couldn't stop em" Flash of pictures that show each person frustrated: Smith Cartwright. Landon Savage. Rob Belote. "Quickest damn gun slingers I've ever seen" X-Calibur winds up and nails a right hand. Blurs and we see a Cobra striking. "Got murdered in cold blood" The Cirque circling X-Calibur lashing out. Attacking X-Calibur from the night they robbed him of his title. Blurs and we see hyenas circling a downed antelope. "That ol' saloon there was their lil' home away from home" The Legacy Ring with spotlights raining down on them. "They say the ghosts of Bad and Evil still live in that tavern" Again the Cell is lowered over the ring. "And on a quiet night.... You can still hear the footsteps" Loco Martinez and X-Calibur circling one another center ring. The music of Eminem's "Bad Meets Evil" hits and we hear Em. "I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet Loco leaps off the top rope to the outside taking out an opponent with a plancha. "I translate when my voice is read through a sismograph X-Calibur ducks a clothesline. Turns and levels and drops an opponent and seemlessly locks in an armbar. He wrenches back letting out a gutteral roar. "Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed X flashes the bounty inside its briefcase. We jump to Loco poking his head out of his locker room looking around paranoid. "Told him each one of his boys is dead X-Calibur drops Arch Angel. Begins pistoning right hands into the Anarchy member. [Royce]: "Who hard? yo I done heard worse X and Loco take lunge at one another. "Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds Loco holding a conference with Anarchy. Plotting adamantly. X-Calibur sitting backstage watching everything. Taking mental notes. "Kissed the cheek of the devil A flash of the briefcase... Next we see Issac Entragian throwing around locker room. "Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist Loco jumps off the top rope nailing a missile dropkick. "One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse Flash of CBP on horseback... galloping towards Loco. Loco and crew chuckling. "And stay over-worked, its like the Nazis and The Nation Loco bounces off the ropes... runs at the far ropes and leaps over the top. [Eminem]: "Cuz this is what happens when Bad Meets Evil We see Loco crashing through a table in slow motion. Then its X's turn to crash through a table slo - mo style. "He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal We see Loco waiting in the ring. "We ain't eager to be legal X stumbles out. Anarchy comes out behind him. They begin wailing away on X. Loco looks shocked. "I breathe ether in three amounts Loco flies out of the ring imploring them to stop. The music softens. "Releasin rage on anybody in squeezing range Loco Martinez: Stop. STOP! Not like this. "(He's insane) No I'm not, I just want to shoot up and I'm pissed off" Loco sneers. Screams "LIKE THIS!!" and begins to viciously pound on X-Calibur. We see shock and disdain on the crowd as Loco laughs maniacally, as the beat down continues. "Cuz I can't find a decent vain" [Royce]: "The disaster wit dreds X-Calibur walking seeming incredibly angry. We jump to him pummeling Moxley with vicious intent. "When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter Again we see X flashing the cash filled briefcase. "I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains Loco backflips off the top rope, grabbing his opponent on the way down, and driving him down with a reverse DDT, a move he calls "That Warm Fuzzy Feeling". "Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then confirm you X-Calibur nails his springboard flying forearm... that he calls "Dragon
Punch" Loco nailing an opponent with rights and lefts. Becomes X nailing an opponent with rights and lefts. Becomes X and Loco exchanging rights and lefts in the center of the ring. "I'm blazin MC's, at the same time amazin MC's" We see X-Calibur nailing an X-Terminator on Crash. Loco drilling Greyson with the Loc-apitator. "Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin to me" We see X cocking an eyebrow at something Loco just said. "From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough to cast a
avalanche A shot of Loco running backstage... clearly fleeing someone, or something. [Eminem]: "I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (uh-ah)" Loco pulling mic to his mouth. "I'm the one who burned your house down (oh)" A shot of X-Calibur in the ring with Greg Allocca... fire surrounding them. "Well I'm out now (sh*t), and this time I'm comin back to blow
your house up Loco drops from the top rope into his split legged moonsault called "Happiness". "Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms X-Calibur nails Loco with X-Terminator. Loco Nails X-Calibur with the Locapitator. "And when I go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave" The cell slowly lowers over the Legacy Ring. "I'm a put air in a bag and charge people to breathe" One more shot of X's bounty brief case. Everything rewinds at an almost
unrecognizable speed ass the soft guitar part of "Nothing Else
Matters is heard once more and we hear the same grizzled voice from
the opening of "Bad Meets Evil": A shot of the Cell with the cell door open. It slams closed.
The bell sounds three times. Everyone goes dead silent. You could cut the anticipation with a knife it’s so thick. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the following match is our MAIN EVENT... and it is the BREAKING POINT MATCH... FOR THE LEGACY... WORLD... CHAMPIONSHIP!! Silence. Only for a few moments though, and then... BOW DOWN, BITCHES... The opening chords to Metallica’s “Harvester of Sorrow” hits the public announce system. Soon thereafter, red and blue strobe lights flash through out the Joe Louis Arena here in Detroit, Michigan. The fans all rise to their feet in wonderment, awaiting the arrival of the challenger. A gentle fog rises around the entranceway to the elevated ramp LEGACY has famously established for its PPV aura. Soon, a man rises up from the fog like a phantom of twilight. This is a familiar sight to some. He bears a black ceremonial mask with studded spikes protruding from all ends, with his long, wet, black hair dangling from inside the back of the mask. He wore a thick, black trench-coat with spikes and a single red and blue dragon insignia curled down the left front side. Jimmy Yates: My God... X-Calibur has donned the mask and coat again. I haven’t seen this since... well, since his Ring of Fire match with Greg Allocca early last year. Alan Ducard: Fitting, considering he was driven to the edges of his sanity in a similar fashion to the way Loco has driven him here and now. Bryan Harris: Meh, not a fan of the theatrics, personally. It serves no purpose other than to put yourself over. X is ridiculous. Jimmy Yates: Well, I like it. X-Calibur is one of the biggest showman’s
in the business and I think it’s entertaining, and I’ll
bet so does the rest of this crowd!! Jimmy Yates: What’s the matter, Bryan? Rehashing the same joke you made last time not working for ya? Bryan Harris: *sigh* X-Calibur stalked his way down the elevated platform as everyone in attendance sat in awe over the intricately crafted mask and trench-coat. The red and blue flashing strobe lights that accentuated this extravagant entrance soon fade and the darkness over the arena lifted entirely. Unstrapping the chin strap, the mask loosens on his face. Seconds later, he lifts the ceremonial mask off of his face to reveal red and blue paint that had been expertly applied. A hand-crafted symbol of a dragon and a serpent covered his face, with the dragon on the blue side and the serpent on the red. It was the symbolization of good versus evil in the flesh. Alan Ducard: That’s a mighty fine paint job, I must say!! Bryan Harris: Good God... lets get on with it already, eh? Looking up at the steel structure lowering itself down towards the ring, X-Calibur takes a deep breath, preparing himself for a true war of attrition. Climbing through the ropes, he sheds the trench coat and extends his arms to the fans watching, gaining a giant reaction from the capacity crowd. Moments later, the music dies down and the crowd waits anxiously for the champion to make his way out. Alan Ducard: Loco Martinez CAN’T be happy about that entrance from X-Calibur. Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t doubt it, Alan. Bryan Harris: Neither would I. Because Loco is a professional. Jimmy Yates: Haha. Riiiiiiiiiiight. Crique du MoFo just screams “professionalism”, right? Bryan Harris: Couldn’t have said it any better myself. Lights cut out. Soft angelic harp music, and we hear a booming voice. Voice: If you'll please direct your attention to the entrance ramp, and pay the proper respect to THE Prize in the Wrestling World. The Trophy Case is rolled out, golden spotlights bathe the case, as the crowd boos the display. We see Anarchy dressed like they were before. All white, except black sunglasses. Voice: The Legacy World Heavy Weight Championship!!!!! Jimmy Yates: I can't believe the title just got a ring introduction. Bryan Harris: Why not? Its the biggest prize in the industry. Held by the biggest star! Hell it even has its own ring music. Angel and Rex set the trophy case down. The lights stay dimmed. The crowd stays on their feet. The palm muted opening of the Von Bondies' "C'mon C'mon" erupts. The boos nearly drown the music out as: "ON ANOTHER DAY, C'MON C'MON" Loco Martinez explodes from the back. Loco is in silver baggy vinyl pants (tajiri styled). Yellow boots, and he's wearing a black shirt and in silver across the chest is scrawled sloppily, "there is no I in "Former World Champ"". The crowd boos as he struts to the trophy case. He takes a moment looking at his title. Alan Ducard: Perhaps looking upon the title for the last time. Bryan Harris: Not bloody likely, as your people would put it, Al. Alan Ducard: Your people?! You racist f- Jimmy Yates: Hey, I don’t think he meant it that way but... (glaring at Bryan)... IDIOT. Bryan Harris: What? What’d I say? Loco then turns and heads towards the ring. He stairs at the imposing cell. His head tilting up more and more as he gets closer to the door. Loco pauses at the door and looks down each side of the cut out of the cell that goes over the ramp... inspecting the makeshift wooden walls that were built around them for any weakness. Jimmy Yates: He's trying to see if there's anyway the Cirque can get in there. Bryan Harris: Can it, Yates. He's just making sure its sturdy enough. He doesn't want to go in there and have that monstrosity collapse on him. Loco steps through the door, and then steps through the ropes. Two referees quickly come to ringside, and close the door. Wrapping a heavy chain and locking it in place with a pad lock. Jimmy Yates: You're stuck, MoFo. Your fate lays 30 feet in front of you. Loco's eyes widen as the door clangs closed. He loses himself for a few seconds, stopping dead in his tracks before walking to the referee and taking the key to the trophy case off of his neck.. He then takes off his shirt, and waves it a X-Calibur like a matador taunting a bull, before tossing down to the floor. X-Calibur is unmoving and simply glares back at him in his imposing face paint. Josephina Colbert: Introducing, the CHALLENGER... The crowd cheers maddeningly for the World Champion. The respect is solid, despite a little bit of booing from the fans that are too cool to conform. Josephina Colbert: ...from PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA... he stands six feet, one inch... weighing in this morning at two-hundred and forty-one pounds... he is the FORMER LEGACY World Champion... X-CALIBUR!!! The crowd cheers and X-Calibur rolls his neck a few times, gearing up for an hour of absolute hell. Josephina Colbert: And his Opponent...ALSO hailing from PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA... he stands six-feet, one-inch... weighing in this morning at two-hundred and nineteen pounds... he is THE Legacy Superstar... he is THE reigning and THE defending, LEGACY WORLD CHAMPION.... LOCO MARTINEZ!!!!!!!! Loco throws his fist into the air which is met mostly with boos and smattering of cheers. Alan Ducard: Here... we... go Porter calls for the bell and the 60-Minute clock begins counting down on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision. Neither competitor wastes much time in getting things started as they sprint across the ring towards one another. Jimmy Yates: I’ve waited for this for so long now... feels surreal that the time has actually come. Bryan Harris: You and me both, Jimbo. You and me both. Short left shots from X-Calibur. Short right shots from Loco. Each man eats up the other’s fists showing little to no effect from each lightning quick blow. Eventually, X-Calibur wears down Loco with his brute strength and begins hammering him back into the ropes with left hook and straight right fist combinations. “X-Cal ” chants echo through out the arena as camera flashes fill the building with an iridescent glow. The champion arched back on the top rope, the challenger pounds the everlasting crap out of him. Each connecting blow from X’s fists bounces Loco’s frame against the rope, sending him upwards and back down in rapid succession, trapping the World Champion in a seemingly never-ending succession of blows to the head that send the capacity crowd into an absolute frenzy. Alan Ducard: Look at him go Jimmy Yates: All that frustration that X-Calibur has been building up for months and months is FINALLY being released in this match. Bryan Harris: This isn’t looking good for Loco... already. And we’re what, not even a minute into the match? After one final blow, X-Calibur backs up and watches Loco bounce forward
onto the canvas. Completely amped to the max, X-Calibur faces the crowd
with a face full of wild fury with his arms outstretched and shouting,
“THAT’S HOW YOU DO IT ”. Turning back around, X is
just in time to see Loco roll outside in between the cell structure
and the ring apron. Leaning back against the cell, Loco bends at the
knees and holds his own head, trying to shake off the stiff shots X-Calibur
connected onto him. Jimmy Yates: Sissified? Stop. Pointing at Loco, X looks at the crowd and then back at Loco. Gaining some speed and momentum, X retreats into the ropes farthest from where Loco is standing on the outside, runs full speed ahead, and pushes his feet off the springy mat. Bryan Harris: What the hell is X thinking? Touching no ropes at all, X-Calibur dives over the top and crashes square into Loco Martinez. The sick impact of flesh meeting flesh and skull meeting skull reverberate through out the arena as the challenger’s body pulverizes the champion’s body against the cell fencing, sending both individuals down to the thin outside matting in an awkward heap. Alan Ducard: Good GOD Jimmy Yates: Did you see the height X-Calibur got there? I thought
he was going to touch the moon!! Jimmy Yates: As much as I hate to admit it, I am in full agreement with you, Bryan. But... hot damn if that wasn’t exciting A bit slow to get to his feet, X-Calibur rises, clutching his ribs and holding an arm up in the air to the crowd. Premature chants of “LEG-A-SEE LEG-A-SEE ” break through the mold of the crowd as everyone sits back down in anticipation for the remainder of the hour. Rolling back into the ring, X-Calibur rises only to a knee where he rubs his sore ribs and rotates his shoulder, checking his rotator’s cuff for any significant damage. Pulling on the links of fencing on the cell wall, Loco rises to his knees. Grimacing in pain over the collision of bodies, Loco shakes his head and tries to focus on standing up. Alan Ducard: That was quite an unexpected tumble for both lads so early into this match. You have to wonder if X might be bloody injured already, or if Loco is realizing the tough road ahead of him in this match. Both men get to their feet. Loco turns around with his back to the cell fencing. X stares down at him with his arms draped over the top rope. Smiling at Loco, X shouts, “Just a TASTE, bitch ”, to which Loco shakes his head “Screw you, ass hat ”. Taking exception to this, X-Calibur sprints back into the ropes. Loco dives into the ring, and as X sprints off the rebound he is met with a flying crossbody. X catches Loco. Loco throws some elbows up into X’s temple for an attempted block. X fights through the shots and spins Loco’s body around for a swinging side slam. Loco’s legs land on the mat, and with his arm fastened around X-Calibur’s head he SNAPS down to the mat with a DDT for the counter. The impact of the DDT sends X-Calibur’s legs straight up into the air like a tent spike for several seconds. Bryan Harris: Ooooooh.... what a BEAUTIFUL counter by THE World Champion.. Jimmy Yates: Loco trying to get the early fall here... ONE... TWO... THR- X-Calibur shoulders out just in the nick of time as the entire audience heaves a massive “TWOOOOOO” that echoes through the arena. 56:42 left on the clock. Alan Ducard: That was an incredibly close call for the challenger. Jimmy Yates: People are generally accustomed to the “feeling
out process” in iron man and cage matches, but in this match both
competitors seem to be taking a different approach. It’s almost
as if they are going, pardon my french, ‘balls to the wall’
early on to see who wimps out first. Bryan Harris: That may be... but let’s not ignore the fact that Loco’s one of the most perseverance is almost equal to X’s. Diving over X-Calibur’s prone body while simultaneously rolling him over into a Majistral cradle, Loco holds on tightly as Porter makes the count. One... two... X-Calibur manages to kick out of this pin attempt, and Loco quickly gets to his feet. Not wasting any motion, Loco leans back into the ropes and propels himself forward. X-Calibur gets to one knee, which is the step stool Loco needed to fly forward and connect with a step-up shining wizard. As X-Calibur falls back to canvas, Loco’s body flips completely backwards and lands flush onto X-Calibur’s upper body for the pinning combination. Loco hooks a leg... Jimmy Yates: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a step-up shining wizard floated over into a lateral cover before Beautiful ONE!! TWO!! THR- X-Calibur manages to shoulder out, clutching his sore jaw in the process. Guiding X by the back of his head, Loco brings his nemesis to his feet. Slapping X right on his chest, X reels back momentarily before retaliating with a slap of his own. Dual wooing ensues from the watching crowd as these two men chop it out in the center of the ring. Loco manages to get the upper hand though by delivering a surprise lifter to the chin that rocks X. Teetering, Loco falls back into the ropes and springs off with a flying spinning heel kick that sends X down to the canvas. Immediately following it up, Loco hooks a leg. ONE!! TWO!! THR- X-Calibur shoulders out just in time. Bryan Harris: Loco seems to be gaining some momentum here. That suicide dive might’ve been pretty to look at, but X is feeling the effects of it worse than Loco. Bringing X-Calibur into a seated position, Loco slams the point of his knee into the square of X-Calibur’s upper-back while locking his arms around his head for a rear chin-lock. X throws a left arm up out of defense, hoping to connect with a temple or the cleft of Loco’s jaw but the veteran Champion catches it. Jimmy Yates: Look at the way he’s pulling back on X-Calibur’s arm. That’s a very advantageous position for the World Champion seeing as though X tweaked that arm coming down with the suicide dive. Bryan Harris: Like I said... Alan Ducard: Stupid? Yeah, we heard you already. Sure enough, X-Calibur begins hollering out loud as Loco pulls back on the arm. Porter wastes no time asking if X-Calibur wishes to give it up this fall, but X-Calibur shakes his head adamantly. Bryan Harris: Again, stupid. Why not tap out this round and live to fight for another? Alan Ducard: Lad, I don’t know about you... but in my opinion, the first fall is the most significant fall of the match. It sets the tone for the entire fight. Jimmy Yates: I couldn’t agree with you more, Alan. Bryan Harris: (Mockingly) I couldn’t agree with you more, Alan Give me a break, Jimbo. With the crowd’s eyes glued to the 52:39 showing on the giant Jumbo Vision screen, Loco continues adding the pressure to X-Calibur’s sore shoulder. Pulling back with all of his might, it simply isn’t enough to contain X-Calibur’s superior upper body strength. Taking a deep breath, X-Calibur yells with all of his might as he musters up the strength to yank Loco forward, causing the World Champion to literally flip forward completely over him, landing right on his ass. The look of terror emanating from Loco’s face in mid-flight is enough to garner some laughs from the front row. Alan Ducard: Excellent counter by the challenger. I guess it pays to be strong as a bull in a match like this, eh? Bryan Harris: True. But still, the more strength he exerts from himself, the more energy he’s rapidly depleting from his body. Wrapping his healthy arm around Loco’s neck like an anaconda around its prey, X-Calibur begins squeezing tightly. Gasping for breath, Loco’s arms flail in every which direction. Porter admonishes X-Calibur for the blatant chokehold, but X-Calibur ignores his warning completely. Bryan Harris: Disqualify him, ref Alan Ducard: Nope. You’re forgetting... there ARE no disqualifications in this Breaking Point match. Jimmy Yates: Yeah. This isn’t your average marathon or iron man match. Which, in my opinion, only adds to the drama of such an intense contest. Alan Ducard: Quite right you are, James. Getting to his knees from the seated position, Loco desperately tries to find a way out of the head-lock. X also gets to his knees and before he knew it he was standing alongside Loco as the Champion transitions the rear sitting head-lock into a standing side head-lock. Pulling back on X-Calibur’s dark brown hair, X winces in pain but refuses to let go. Loco pulls even harder and X backs up a little, giving Loco the opportunity to glide back into the ropes in X’s headlock. Fully extending his body forward while pushing as hard as he can on X-Calibur’s body, Loco attempts to send him in the ropes but X’s vice-like grip holds on tightly and sends Loco down to the mat with a traditional old school bulldog. Finally letting go of Loco’s head, X-Calibur rolls the champion over onto his back and makes a lateral cover. Bryan Harris: Not gonna put away Loco Martinez with a cover like that, X... One Loco refuses to stay down from the bulldog and uses his free legs to kick out with ease. Bryan Harris: What did I tell ya? X-Calibur smirks as if he expected no less and transitions Loco’s kick out into a rear-chin lock of his own. Digging the point of his knee into the upper-back area of Loco much like he had done to him before, X-Calibur wrenches back on Loco’s head with both hands and yells at Porter to check him for a submission. Loco adamantly refuses though, despite yelling in agony. Again, it’s almost as if he expected no less from the LEGACY World Champion. Alan Ducard: Now it’s Loco’s turn to feel the adverse effects of a true wear-down submission move like the rear-chin lock. Rather than waiting for Loco to try and maneuver his way out of the hold, X-Calibur stands up with lightning quick speed and SLAMS his foot right into the spine of Loco. Before the crowd can even wince at the stiffness of the kick, X jumps up with one knee extended. Sitting on the mat, Loco bends forward, holding his back in agony, allowing X-Calibur to land his knee flush into Loco’s spine with a devastating standing jumping knee drop. Jimmy Yates: Man, X is really working over Loco’s back. Alan Ducard: He’s beaten many a competitor with that move, sure, but lets not forget that he’s known to use the sharpshooter as well. Bryan Harris: Same difference. Both moves tear apart the lower back, and like I said, I wouldn’t be surprised to see X try to slap either move on in a few moments. Loco cries out in pain as X-Calibur works over Loco Martinez’s lower back and ribs. Giving Loco no room to breathe, X-Calibur once again digs his knee into Loco’s back and pulls back on Loco’s neck with great force. Loco once again flails his appendages wildly, scraping at X-Calibur’s fingers as he tries to pull them apart. Transitioning into another tightly applied rear head-lock, X-Calibur guides Loco to his feet. Met with a couple of instinctive shots to the rib, X reels back a little bit. Loco uses this momentary daze to slip out of the head-lock and sprint into the ropes. Bryan Harris: He found a way out!! On the return, the challenger is ready for the champion and throws a boot up to his mid-section, stopping his fast into a doubled-over position. Jimmy Yates: So much for a way out.. Standing Loco back upright, X-Calibur sets him up for a suplex. He attempts to lift Loco up for a vertical suplex but Loco blocks the attempt by hooking his leg up inside X-Calubur’s. X goes for it again, but in his insistence he loses his grip on the squiring World Champion. Grabbing a hold of X-Calibur’s left arm, Loco straightens it out and SNAPS backwards onto the canvas with a single-arm DDT. Alan Ducard: Oh no... X-Calibur’s arm was bent in an awkward position on the way down. He could be seriously hurt here... Writhing in agony on the mat, X-Calibur spits and sputters and winces at the throbbing jolts of pain shooting through his clavicle. Quick to get to his feet, Loco Martinez holds his lower back for a moment before looking down at the hurt challenger and smirking at his misfortune. Bryan Harris: Look at Loc. He smells blood. He knows X is hurt, and that look says it all. Jimmy Yates: Something tells me that you’re right, Bry. I think the champion has him right where he wants him. Like a shark spotting a cloud of blood in the ocean’s surface, Loco starts stomping away at X-Calibur’s arm to the referee’s dismay. Porter admonishes and pleads with the Champion to “play nice” but Loco Martinez has none of it. Stomp after stomp. Knee after knee. Loco Martinez brings the pain right down onto the severely weakened arm of X-Calibur and the fans begin booing him mercilessly. Occasionally throwing a foot into X’s face, Loco Martinez viciously stomps and kicks the challenger like they were out in the parking lot for a full twenty seconds before stopping to look at the venomous crowd. As X-Calibur starts getting to his knees, Loco applies a standing arm-bar. Pulling X-Calibur up by yanking on his arm, Loco Martinez smoothly passes from the standing arm-bar into a chicken-wing cross-face. Bryan Harris: CHICKEN WING!! Jimmy Yates: Looks like he’s undergone a little submission tutelage from John Boy. Alan Ducard: I think you’re right. The move isn’t applied for more then five-seconds before X-Calibur taps his hand on his own shoulder, tapping out to Loco. Alan Ducard: WHAAAAAT?! Jimmy Yates: NO FREAKIN’ WAY!!! Bryan Harris: X JUST TAPPED!!! X JUST TAPPED!!! Looking completely shocked that he was able to make X-Calibur submit so easily, Loco Martinez looks around in utter bewilderment. With Loco’s hands raised in the air the bell sounds, signifying the first fall of the match. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by submission... LOCO MARTINEZ!! X-Calibur: 0 The countdown clock on the Jumbo Vision screen shows 46:53 left in the match and Loco Martinez paces around for a moment, enjoying the fruits of his labor thus far in the match. Jimmy Yates: I am... STUNNED. I mean... STUNNED. Completely STUNNED. Alan Ducard: Words do not do me justice right now. I NEVER thought I’d bear witness to the day that X-Calibur taps out in a match. Never mind to a high flyer like Loco Martinez. Bryan Harris: X-Calibur is only human. Whether you’re a high flyer like Loco Martinez or a sadistic weapon wielder like Damien Black, if you can put your opponent through enough pain where the momentary sensation of agony outweighs the odds of escaping, you will tap. It’s the basic laws of survival, my friends. Jimmy Yates: Not to downplay Loco Martinez any but, you have to wonder how much of that was actually X-Calibur in enough pain to tap, and how much of it was merely self-preservation. I don’t disagree with your laws of survival spiel, but I think X-Calibur understands the basic laws of survival better than most give him credit for. If anything, the bounty he put on Loco’s head has already proved that. Bryan Harris: You could be right. Not for nothing but, I’ve seen X-Calibur take a HELLUVA lot worse beating than that before and refuse to tap, so who knows, you may be right. But the fact of the matter is that Loco Martinez is up one fall to nothing, and now X-Calibur has climb out of that first fall deficit. With the one-minute grace period out of the way, Porter motions for Loco and X to continue fighting. Holding his sore arm, X-Calibur nods his head at Loco Martinez, smirking a little through his grimace of pain. Sitting on the mat while resting back on the bottom rope, X-Calibur shakes his arm a bit to regain a little bit of feeling after the incessant onslaught of the LEGACY World Champion. Alan Ducard: Looks like X-Calibur is actually... pleased... with loco Martinez? Jimmy Yates: Basically, what it all comes down to is this. Whether they hate each other or not, I think deep down... they still respect one another’s abilities in that ring. They’re the quintessential competitors in this business, and I think when push comes to shove they secretly love wrestling one another. Forcing himself back to his feet, X-Calibur shakes his arm a bit, keeping a watchful eye on Loco Martinez. Looking back at the clock and seeing 44:14 on it, X-Calibur mouths “plenty of time to kick your fuckin’ ass.”. Alan Ducard: Oi... I apologize for that language, ladies and gents. Jimmy Yates: Well we ARE live on Pay-Per-View. Ain’t no tape delay or censors to catch stuff like that, so what are ya gonna do? Bryan Harris: Ain’t nothin’ we never heard anyway. Loco closes the steps in between he and the challenger, as X-Calibur simply tries to focus on not showing too much pain for his arm. Loco advances forward with a grapple, and like everyone probably expected, he grabs a hold of X’s arm and twists it for a standing arm scissors. Before Loco can even think about going for the LOCapitator though, X-Calibur smashes Loco right in the face with a right cross. X follows it up with an uppercut that rocks Loco backwards, holding his face. X patiently waits for Loco to come at him again, and when he does he readies himself. Loco swings in retaliation but X-Calibur ducks. Loco’s momentum swings him around and X-Calibur capitalizes on this by lifting him up for a back-suplex. Instead of falling to the mat for the suplex though, he twists Loco around in mid-air and SLAMS him down across the knee with a back-breaker, crushing his spine at a jarring rate. Bryan Harris: Good GOD that back-breaker was nasty!! Loco writhes around in pain, actually lifting his back up off the mat while holding the area where his disc is located with his hand. Almost mewling in a horrific amount of pain, X-Calibur senses blood much like Loco previously did. With Loco laying supine on the mat, X looks around at the crowd almost as if he was asking them what they wanted to see. X-Calibur grabs a hold of Loco’s legs as if he were setting up for a sharpshooter or something similar. He looks around at the crowd again, and as a good portion of them scream loudly for X-Calibur while the other portion boo heavily, X-Calibur feigns stepping forward for the sharpshooter. Instead though, he crushes Loco’s bread basket with a stomp. Jimmy Yates: Not sure why X-Calibur didn’t go for the sharpshooter.
He probably could have won the fall right then and there. Alan Ducard: X trying to fight through the pain in his arm. Loco certainly did a good job working over the challenger’s arm here. Jimmy Yates: He injured that arm back in SHOOT a number of years ago and it’s never been 100% since then. Loco’s done his homework. Bryan Harris: Right now though, it looks like X-Calibur is doing a
number on Loco’s back. He’s systematically picking apart
Loco’s high-flying offense. Not good for the World Champion.. Alan Ducard: Could it be time for some Legendary Pain?! Wrapping his legs up for a Texas Cloverleaf, X-Calibur rips up on Loco’s body, turning him upside down like a man caught in a hanging rope trap. Jimmy Yates: it is!! He’s going for it!! Stepping forward a couple of inches, X-Calibur lowers himself on Loco Martinez’ body, bending the champion’s body in half while twisting his neck in an odd and unnatural way. Bryan Harris: He’s got it!! There’s no escaping this!! Before X-Calibur can even beg him to tap out, Loco’s hand slaps the mat, submitting to the nearby Porter. Bryan Harris: That’s it!! Loco taps!! Jimmy Yates: Wow... now the champion taps out!! Alan Ducard: Looks like the playing field was just evened up here!! The bell sounds signifying the end of the fall and X-Calibur begrudgingly lets go of the high impact submission hold, retreating into the nearby turnbuckles. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by submission... X-CALIBUR!!! X-Calibur: 1 X-Calibur attempts to go on the attack again, but Porter insists he wait the full minute grace period. Looking none to happy, X adheres nonetheless. He paces back and forth, like a caged animal ready to be unleashed. Loco Martinez holds his back in agony, peeling himself off of the mat to his feet. With both competitors feeling the effects of each others purposive limb attacks, they eye each other up and down. Bryan Harris: You want to talk about self-preservation? Loco knows about that better than anyone out there. Jimmy Yates: With just over 40 minutes left in this match, I think these guys are finally coming to the realization that there is A LOT of time left in this grueling fight... and yet, they’ve only scratched the surface!! Alan Ducard: One thing’s for sure. I can’t think of anybody who predicted that this match would start off with a submission win for both gents. Incredible. Porter motions for both competitors to go at it again, and Loco and X happily oblige. Meeting in the center of the ring like the match just restarted, X connects with a solid right hook to Loco’s face. Loco returns with a left shot of his own. X answers this with a left shot, though severely weakened by his hurting arm. Loco throws a knee into X’s bread basket, doubling over the face-painted warrior. Leaning into him towards the ropes, Loco goes for a whip to the opposite ropes but X uses his strength to counter. Loco shoots off to the ropes. Loco on the rebound and X lunges forward with a diving lariat that misses. X momentarily off of his feet and Loco senses this. Hopping to the middle rope, Loco springboards off and twists in mid-air, extending his feet. With X on one knee, Loco connects with a springboard twisting dropkick right to the jaw that folds him inside out on the mat. Bryan Harris: Excellent high flying move there by Loco Martinez. Loco back in the driver’s seat... but at what cost? Jimmy Yates: Yeah, his back doesn’t seem to be faring too well. Shame. Alan Ducard: If he could’ve made the pin attempt right after that dropkick he might’ve been able to pin him to take the lead, but I don’t see that happening now. Resting for a moment on his knees, Loco takes a breather, trying to collect himself. Not wanting to expend too much energy with nearly 39:11 to go in the match, Loco calmly gets to his feet. Sensing another pinfall within his grasp, Loco walks towards X-Calibur and flips forward, cradling the challenger’s legs with a jack-knife roll-up. ONE... TWO... THR... NO!! X-Calibur shoulders out and Loco rolls to the side. Not wasting any time, Loco starts bringing X up off of the mat. Paint-brushing him across the face, X’s eyes suddenly go wide as if something within him had awoken. Scooping Loco up for a snake eyes, X-Calibur gives a carnal scream as he sprints across the ring with Loco on his shoulder. Running full speed into the ropes, his mid-section hits the ropes and he throws Loco up. The arena then collectively gasps as Loco’s body sails into the cell fencing at an alarming speed like a little lawn dart being shot out of a heavy cannon. Loco’s face smashes harshly against the grating steel as his body falls awkwardly against the outside mat. Bryan Harris: Good GOD ALMIGHTY!! He just about threw him THROUGH the damn structure!! Jimmy Yates: That lawn dart throw was INSANE. Loco’s face could be busted up here.. Alan Ducard: And now the hell-in-the-cell structure has come into play. We’ve seen the iron-man setting of this contest play out thus far in the match, but up until this point the cell has been a silent assassin waiting in the foliage ready to strike its prey. The crowd chants, “HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!” at the competitors for the sick throw into the cage as Loco holds his face on the mat. Surveying himself for any blood, Loco comes up empty as X-Calibur methodically follows him outside. Reaching down, X-Calibur brings Loco to his feet. Grabbing him by the back of his head, he slams him into the cage with sheer force, sending Loco right back down to the matting again. Again, Loco instinctively checks his face for any bleeding, but he sees nothing. Picking loco up once again, X-Calibur grabs him by the arm and whips him into the fencing. The fencing actually propels him forward a bit like the ring ropes, only much more painful. X sends Loco into the edge of the ring apron ribs first, and grabbing his arm once again he whips him back into the cage. Not even having enough time to hold his throbbing back, Loco is sent down to the thin matting with a vicious clothesline. Bringing Loco up once again, X-Calibur looks over towards the makeshift wooden wall that closes in the hollowed out area underneath the elevated ramp-way used for LEGACY Pay-Per-View events. There’s a small section of the cell structure that has been cut out specifically for this setting, and X-Calibur grins as he thinks of the possibilities with the elevated ramp. Motioning over towards it, the crowd responds on cue and X-Calibur grabs Loco by his arm and whips him into the ramp’s wall. Loco’s back slams against the wood, and he crumples to the matting clutching the small of his back. X hunkers down like he’s going for a spear. Loco holds the cage to try and get up. X-Calibur yells, “GET UP YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” clearly for the cameras to pick up. As if he hears this, Loco gets to his feet. X sprints forward for the spear. Loco moves out of the way. Alan Ducard: OH MY GOD!!! CRRRRRRRRRRRUNCH!!! Wood splinters EVERYWHERE as X-Calibur’s two-hundred and forty pound frame charges right through the wooden wall in mid-air after a leaping spear. X lands flat on his stomach as the debris surrounds his body in a cloud of mistimed events. Loco Martinez hugs the cell wall with a smile as he watched the challenger dive recklessly through the makeshift wall. With X-Calibur still down and seemingly out, Loco Martinez meanders away from the car wreck and buys himself enough time to rest. Taking a seat on the steel steps, he listen to the crowd chanting, “LEG-A-SEE! LEG-A-SEE!”, as X remains halfway hidden underneath the elevated ramp and debris, almost like the wicked witch under the house in the Wizard of Oz.. Alan Ducard: Bloody hell... X isn’t MOVING!! Jimmy Yates: He might be seriously injured here... Reaching under the ring apron, X-Calibur sifts through the various devices that might be hidden under there for several seconds before reappearing with a folded steel chair. Placing it underneath the corner turnbuckle, Loco Martinez then looks down at the steels steps he was just resting on. Reaching down for them, he struggles for a moment but lifts the top half off of the bottom half. Dropping them for a moment, falling to one knee while holding his back, Loco cusses loudly as he realizes the severity of the damage that has been done to his back already in the match. Toughing it out, Loco stands up and brings the steel steps up to the edge of ring apron. Pushing up on the bottom rope, Loco slides the steel steps through and into the ring. Alan Ducard: What in the name of her majesty’s is Loco going to do here?! Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, but look!! X is starting to stir!! Bryan Harris: I don’t know what the champion has planned, but like he’s said before, he’s ALWAYS got a plan. Heading over to where X-Calibur is laying prone amidst the rubble of where the makeshift elevated ramp wall used to be, Loco reaches down and grabs X-Calibur’s right foot. Dragging him away from the wood splinters a few feet, Loco brings the challenger to his rocky feet. Returning the favor, Loco slams him head first into the steel fencing. Peeling him away from it, Loco repeats this, and adds insult to the injury by grating X’s face ack and forth against the fencing. Alan Ducard: People might not realize this but doing such a simple thing like grating someone’s face into the fence can be so dangerous. You never know where there might be a loose spoke waiting to gouge an eye out. Bryan Harris: Frankly, I’m surprised neither of these men are busted open yet after slamming each other into the cage walls the way they have. Jimmy Yates: Agreed. But, it’s one of “those” matches. It’s probably only a matter of time before someone draws first blood here.. Ripping X-Calibur away from the cage by his hair, Loco drags him down
towards the bottom half of the steel steps. Positioning X’s arm
behind him for a hammerlock, Loco then slinks down and sets up for a
suplex. Lifting up, Loco holds him there just long enough to position
him for a perfect landing square in the middle of the steel steps. A
sickening THUD echoes through out the arena, followed by X-Calibur’s
screaming as Loco uses X-Calibur’s own body weight to CRUSH his
arm, hyper-extending the hurt shoulder blade in the process. Bryan Harris: HOLY GOD... Alan Ducard: His arm is BROKEN. It HAS to be. Or at the very least, dislocated from his shoulder blade. X-Calibur rolls around like a maniac, the significant amount of pain coursing through his veins is ever-so evident. His body quivering from the impact, X-Calibur buries his head into the matting as Loco Martinez looks down at him with a satisfied grin, despite needing to lean into the edge of the apron to support his hurting back. Alan Ducard: That suplex may have taken a lot out of the champion, too. X is no lightweight and Loco is no heavyweight. Bryan Harris: If you’re insisting that Loco has girlish arms, like X-Calibur had said earlier in the week... then... save it. Jimmy Yates: No one’s suggesting anything, Bryan. And I think it was girlish knees, not arms. Looking at the clock, seeing the big bright 33:41 left on the countdown timer, Loco YANKS up on X-Calibur’s hurt arm, eliciting a hollering yell from the challenger. Instinctively, X-Calibur angrily snaps with a wild right fist that connects square in Loco’s eye. Loco groans in agony from the eye shot, and holds himself there for a moment before focusing back on yanking X-Calibur’s arm. With one final yank of the arm... THUD. Loco sends X-Calibur right down into the bottom half of the steel-steps, smashing his chin off the steel and once again smashing his arm on the hardened surface. Alan Ducard: Just about at the halfway point of this match, ladies
and gents... and as it stands, Loco and X are tied with one fall for
each, both men garnering a tap out from the other. The crowd begins booing this as Loco Martinez looks on at the helpless challenger. Looking back out at the sea of fans expressing their displeasure over Loco’s current sadistic methodology, the champion sends an unflattering hand and arm gesture out to them. Hopping up into the ring, Loco Martinez begins walking away from X-Calibur’s predicament and to the opposite turnbuckles on the corner of the elevated entrance ramp. Looking back where X-Calibur is located just to the side of the post and clearly in view from the opposite side... Loco Martinez begins ascending to the top rope. Bryan Harris: No................ tell me he’s not about to do what I think he’s about to do.... Jimmy Yates: I’ve seen people do the “post to post” thing landing inside the ring, but NEVER have I seen someone do it landing on the OUTSIDE. Every single person in the arena is standing, anxiously awaiting Loco Martinez to take their breath away with this insane stunt. Like a man utterly deranged out of his mind, Loco Martinez slowly stands up on the top rope with no hands, balancing himself like a professional trapeze artist. Taking a few short nervous breaths, Loco Martinez pushes off of the turnbuckles as HARD as he can... and from the opposite top turnbuckle all the way to the outside of the ring on the crowd-facing side of the post...... BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG. He barely connects with both feet directly into the bottom of the steel steps, causing the curvature part of the steels steps to compress against X’s tied up arm, absolutely annihilating the tendons inside of it and ripping up the shoulder blade. At the same time however, Loco lands on the back of his head and back with a sickening thud across the thin-matting. “HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!”. Alan Ducard: HE’S DEAD!! LOCO IS DEAD!!! Jimmy Yates: X’S ARM IS SHATTERED!!! IT’S FREAKING SHATTERED!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IT’S SHATTERED!!! Bryan Harris: I am... I am speechless. Somebody get some help out here for both of these guys. Pardon my language, folks, but that was Goddamn ridiculous. What’s even WORSE?! THIS MATCH IS ONLY HALFWAY OVER!!!! “LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!! LEG-A-SEE!!” Unconscious from the sick landing, Loco is sprawled out on the mat with both of his eyes in a permanent wincing position. X meanwhile is unconscious himself, from the unbearable pain he just withstood from his arch nemesis. Like the last man standing in a gun fight back in the wild, wild west, Klinton Porter steps outside of the ring and surveys the irrevocable damage that has been done to both competitors. With Loco’s knotting severely loosened on the extension cord that holds X-Calibur’s arm against the post, X-Calibur’s arm hangs lifelessly as Porter makes a judgment call and gets involved by untying it. As soon as he does, X’s arm falls to the mat and he turns his attention back on the LEGACY World Champion who still hasn’t move since the brutal landing. Alan Ducard: If neither man can continue, this one might be over regardless, folks. We’d hate to end the PPV on such a sour note, but if it happens, then it happens. This is professional wrestling LIVE, and ANYTHING can happen!! Jimmy Yates: If Loco Martinez retains the title by a “no contest”, I think X-Calibur might commit a homicide. Bryan Harris: Oh poor, X. Wah... Alan Ducard: This is off the bloody chain, mates. Goodness... Rolling over onto his stomach, Porter continues to check on Loco Martinez while X-Calibur continues holding is arm from the seated position, almost as if he were afraid to move it two inches. After some talking, Porter stands back up and assures everyone that the match will continue. The fans applaud this impromptu announcement and before long, Loco Martinez is crawling to the fencing to help himself up. He tries once to get up, but his back gives out on him and he falls back to the matting. He tries once again, and after a disturbed little scream of someone going through insurmountable pain, Loco stands up fully. Looking over at X-Calibur, Loco stumbles forward a little bit, catching himself on the edge of the apron. Slowly sliding underneath the bottom rope, Loco rolls inwards where he lays on his back for a moment. Realizing Loco is back in the ring now, X-Calibur pushes himself up off of the mat with his left arm clutched tightly to his chest as if it were being held in an invisible sling.. “LET’S-GO-X!”, LET’S GO LO-CO!”, LET’S-GO-X!”, LET’S-GO-LO-CO!”. Alan Ducard: This atmosphere here is AMAZING right now. I only wish you fans watching at home could experience what we are experiencing right now. The crowd splits it right down the middle. X-Calibur musters up the courage to pull himself into the ring with his good arm, and Loco Martinez gets to his knees. X-Calibur rolls over once on the mat, and before he can push up off the mat and get to his knees, Loco suddenly POUNCES on X-Calibur’s neck and back with a desperation elbow drop. While on top of him, he cinches in a crossface submission, grapevining X-Calibur’s bad arm with his legs. Not long after he pulls back on the hold, arching X-Calibur’s neck back, X-Calibur has no choice but to tap for the time in the match. Bryan Harris: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA... X-CALIBUR TAPS AGAIN!!! YES!!! Jimmy Yates: HE TAPS AGAIN?! MY GOD!!! Alan Ducard: LET HIM GO, LOC!!!! LET HIM GO!!! A few moments after the bell sounds, Loco Martinez finally relinquishes the hold and raises his arms in premature victory. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by submission... LOCO MARTINEZ!!!! X-Calibur: 1 Alan Ducard: Despite the current shape of his back, how DANGEROUS is the LEGACY World Champion right now??? To have been able to make X-Calibur, who before this match has NEVER, not ONCE, tapped out in his decade plus career, tap out TWICE here tonight?! Jimmy Yates: I can’t even begin to fathom how massive his confidence must be right now. Bryan Harris: Loco Martinez is a man possessed tonight. All along, he told ALL OF YOU that it was not he getting into the cage with X, but X getting into the cage with HIM. Sitting up, smiling from ear to ear, Loco Martinez looks out at the beginning of the entrance ramp where John Thomas and Anarchy have congregated by the trophy case, clapping and applauding their friend and teammate. Noticing the clock reaching 27:19, Loco feels a sense of rejuvenation aand stands up with both of his hands raised in victory. Despite their interspersed chants for respect, they immediately begin booing this man for his pompousness. Getting to his feet, a pissed off X-Calibur seethes and burns with fury as he watches on Loco Martinez standing on the second turnbuckle, pointing at his brethren, congratulating himself on a job well done. Saliva drools down his face and his head shakes like a volcano ready to eradicate the population with a massive eruption. The crowd becomes unglued as they witness X-Calibur’s seemingly inevitable resurrection from Loco’s onslaught as he slowly wobbles himself in Loco’s direction. Suddenly, as Loco continues to give himself thanks and a pat on the back, John Thomas and Anarchy’s mouths drop as X-Calibur casually gets into position underneath Loco Martinez. Looking down at X-Calibur’s now half-painted face, Loco shakes his head no as X-Calibur lifts him off of the turnbuckles and onto his shoulders. Crying out with a rage-filled war-cry. X-Calibur runs all the way across the ring near the ropes to where Loco Martinez positioned the UPPER HALF of the steel steps earlier... and POWERBOMBS him right across the steps with sickening force. Loco’s back and neck SMASH off of the steel steps as X-Calibur collapses onto the mat, holding his shoulder. Insistent with maintaining on the attack, the challenger beats himself unnaturally on the arm and shoulder, trying to pump himself to stay in the match. Rolling over, he grabs a lifeless foot of Loco Martinez, who remains unconsciously planted on the upper half of the steel steps. Peeling Loco off of them like a carcass off the slab, X-Calibur hooks a leg with his good arm, as Porter and the ENTIRE ARENA count along. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Jimmy Yates: Holy COMEBACKS, Batman!!! Bryan Harris: I can’t BELIEVE Loco made a mistake like that!!! Damn it!! The bell rings once again, bringing an end to the fourth fall of the match. Still seething, his eyes bloodshot with fury and the veins protruding from his neck, X-Calibur stands back up on his feet and looks down at Loco Martinez, instilling absolute fear into the soul of Klinton Porter. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by pinfall... X-CALIBUR!!! X-Calibur: 2 Alan Ducard: I think something inside the challenger just... woke... up. Look at him. He’s barking mad I tell ya!!! Jimmy Yates: Where’s he going?! Bryan Harris: What the... Exiting to the outside of the ring, seething like a man who’s loved one was violated by a thug in the night, X drops to his knees and crawls underneath the ring curtain. Half of X-Calibur’s body disappears for several seconds... ... before he retrieves a twelve-foot ladder. Alan Ducard: BLIMEY!!! A... LADDER?! Jimmy Yates: Oh noz!!! Bryan Harris: For God’s sake... as if this match didn’t have enough in it. He brings... a LADDER into the equation?! Come ON already... THIS IS OVER THE TOP!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!! Alan Ducard: And that may be the point, Bryan... my God and Heaven. Standing up with the ladder in his grasp, X-Calibur stumbles back into the fencing, having great difficulty in holding himself up, never-mind the twelve foot ladder. Gritting through the pain though he dumps it over the top rope, watching it slide off the ropes and flat onto the canvas. Sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring after it, X-Calibur positions the ladder on the mat parallel to Loco Martinez with only his good arm. Throwing a couple of stomps onto Loco Martinez, wincing as each stomp sends shockwaves of pain and anguish through his arm, X-Calibur roughly forces Loco to his feet. Loco drops to a knee for one second, clearly in no shape to be standing, but X forces him up anyway. Holding him in a belly-to-belly position, X-Calibur groans with agony as he lifts Loco up into the air, pivots his foot, and SLAMS him down across the ladder in a belly-to-belly suplex with crushing force. Alan Ducard: GOODNESS... what a SUPLEX!!! Bryan Harris: What the hell, ref?! His shoulders aren’t on the damn mat!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!! NO!!! Alan Ducard: HOW?! HOW?! Bryan Harris: Loco shoulders out!!! Cursing under his breath that he couldn’t extend his lead two-up on the World Champion, X-Calibur shakes his head as he gets to his feet. Looking at the countdown clock, X wipes the sweat away from his face as it reaches the 22:59 mark. Guiding the slow rising Loco Martinez to his feet, X-Calibur throws a couple of jabs to Loco’s face to reel him back. With Loco a bit wobbly on his feet, X-Calibur shoves him back into the ropes. Loco rebounds with moderate speed, and X-Calibur clasps his arms around Loco’s head for the dead stop. Heaving him up into the air with a gargoyle/head-and-arm suplex, X-Calibur slams Loco’s body down across the ladder so that his lower back smashes awkwardly against the side of it. “HOL-EE SHIT! HOL-EE SHIT!” the crowd chants as Loco screams in absolute agony over the harsh and awkward landing. Almost smacking his lips with victory, X-Calibur drops to his knees with his arm in that invisible sling and crawls to Loco’s body for the lateral cover. ONE!! Alan Ducard: This is IT!! Another fall in X’s favor!! TWO!! Bryan Harris: Kick OUT, champ!!!! THREE!! NO!! Loco shoulders out just in time!! Jimmy Yates: HOW?!?! JESUS HOW?! Desperate to take the lead in this match, X-Calibur cusses loudly, looking at Porter. X-Calibur shakes his head with disappointment... and that’s when he sees it. The steel chair that Loco placed under the bottom turnbuckle earlier. Lying like a silent assassin. Looking out at the crowd, X-Calibur debates about whether or not he wants to go for it. Whether or not he wants to “go there” in this match. Alan Ducard: No, X... you don’t NEED to do that!! This match has already gone way too far!!! Bryan Harris: It’s useless, Alan. He’s going to. Look at his eyes. He’s obsessed with bringing home that World Championship. No matter the cost. Jimmy Yates: I think you may be right, Bryan. Walking over to the steel chair, X-Calibur picks the cold and unforgiving steel up with his hands and looks deeply into the metal surface. Seeing the reflection of the lights, as well as what little paint is left on his face, in the surface of the steel chair, X-Calibur looks over at Loco Martinez. The little shreds that are left inside of his arm burn all the way too his capillaries. Some people in the crowd begin booing this, obviously not wanting X-Calibur to “go to the dark side”. Others are too bloodthirsty to give a crap about Loco Martinez’s welfare. Finally making his decision, X-Calibur marches over to the ladder and drops the steel chair. He sets up the ladder with one arm again, slamming the rungs down solidly with his bad one and wincing each time he does so; a pain made necessary by wanting to make sure there was enough support for him to climb. Picking up the steel chair again, X-Calibur begins his lofty ascension. Bryan Harris: Don’t do it!! Alan Ducard: This doesn’t look good for the champion!! Climbing the ladder slowly with his bad arm practically disconnected from the rest of his body , X-Calibur looks up at the roof of the cage, trying to measure up how much room he’ll have at the top. Realizing that he’d need to stand four or five rungs from the top in order for him to be standing fully, X-Calibur positions himself in that exact position. Holding the steel chair in front of him, X channels his best Michael Keaton and shouts, “YOU WANNA GET NUTS?! COME ON!!! LETS GET NUTS!!!”. Halfway out of it, Loco Martinez instinctively begins to rise as he hears X-Calibur beckoning him to stand. Raising the steel chair above his head so that it rubs against the fencing of the roof, X-Calibur measures up Loco Martinez. Loco stumbles backwards a little bit, making X-Calibur hesitate for a moment, wondering if he’s too far away. Loco stands up, seemingly on dream street. X-Calibur leaps off with the chair coming down for a straight smash. Bryan Harris: LOCAPITATOR!!! Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD!!! HE NAILED IT!!! As X-Calibur jumped from the ladder, Loco Martinez deftly extended his foot for a superkick, smashing the steel chair directly into X-Calibur’s face, knocking him out in mid-jump. X-Calibur lands flush on the canvas with his legs and arms sprawled out like he just got flattened by a steam roller. The crowd is buzzing wildly with chants of, “HOL-EE SHIT!” interspersed with chants of “LEG-A-SEE!”, followed by, “THIS-IS-AWE-SOME!”. After falling to his feet, exhausted and hurting from head to toe, Loco Martinez crawls over onto X-Calibur and curls X up by hooking both of his legs for a deep cover. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Alan Ducard: Loco won that fall... EMPHATICALLY. Jimmy Yates: And once again, Loco takes the lead!! Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by pin... LOCO MARTINEZ!! X-Calibur:
2 Loco Martinez rolls off of X-Calibur’s unconscious body, sitting up on the mat near the ropes. Porter reminds Loco about the grace period as the clock continues to countdown, but Loco doesn’t seem to be too concerned with sneak attacking X-Calibur, rather, is concerned with recuperating from the craziness his back has been put through in this match. The champion begins to get to his feet, still recovering from the suplexes onto the ladder he just withstood minutes ago. With the crowd chanting for both individuals at this point, splitting the arena with “X-CAL! X-CAL!” and “LO-CO! LO-CO!”, the referee begins to close in around X-Calibur as he notices blood oozing from his forehead. Bryan Harris: Wow... and after that devastating, caught off the ladder, steel chair assisted LOCapitator from Loco Martinez, X’s forehead is busted WIDE open. Jimmy Yates: He’s bleeding BAD. Alan Ducard: There always seems to be someone getting busted open in cell matches... and there’s no exception in this match, as X-Calibur seems to be bleeding like a stuck pig. As the grace period ends, Loco half shoves Porter out of the way and mounts X-Calibur. Seeing the blood on his face brings out an evil smile from the vile World Champion, and he begins raining down the fists across X-Calibur head. Blood smears across his tan knuckles, as Loco Martinez peppers in some elbows here and there as well. Happy enough with the strikes, Loco transitions into a lateral cover. Porter makes the count. Bryan Harris: He’s still unconscious!! Jimmy Yates: Loco goes up two here!! TWO!! Alan Ducard: This might be too much to come back from, ladies and gents.. THREE!! NO!! X-Calibur manages to kick out just before Porter’s hand comes down for three. Completely SHOCKED that X-Calibur was able to regain enough consciousness to kick out from that onslaught of punches and elbows, Loco shoots a look of utter BETRAYAL to Klinton Porter. Getting to his feet, Loco literally stomps on the mat, venting his frustrations to the head official of LEGACY that has been assigned to the match. Alan Ducard: It’s not his fault, chap!! Stop acting like a lass and get over it!! Jimmy Yates: Amen to that... Bryan Harris: CLEARLY Porter was slow to the count, there. Besides, we’ve already seen some bad officiating from Porter tonight, what with him counting Loco’s shoulders down to the mat... when they were LAYING ON THE FREAKIN’ LADDER!! Jimmy Yates: Oh STOP. Finally having enough with venting his frustrations to Porter, Loco turns his attention back to X-Calibur. Grabbing him by his head, Loco tries to bring him to his feet, but X’s legs wobble and he falls out from underneath himself, collapsing face first into the mat, staining the canvas with his blood. X-Calibur tries to get to his feet, as he pulls on Loco’s boots. Then his tights. Getting to his knees, he looks up at Loco Martinez who then looks back down at him. Smirking, Loco screams, “LOOK WHO’S ON HIS KNEES NOW!!!”, before pie facing him back to the canvas. Looking disgusted with his hand that has become soaked with X-Calibur’s blood, Loco looks around for a wipe. Realizing the rest of the Cirque is not around, he looks at Porter. Laughing, Loco wipes his hand across Porter’s shirt until there’s nothing left but little streaks from where X’s DNA once rested. Looking back down at X-Calibur, Loco Martinez hocks one up and spits it right down onto X-Calibur’s bloody face. In one fell swoop, the once split-crowd unanimously begins booing Loco Martinez to a deafening decibel. Alan Ducard: And in one fell swoop, Loco acts like a complete horse’s arse and turns everyone against him once again. Jimmy Yates: I’m sorry, I know that it might be “cool” to “like” this guy, as the internet might have you believe... but I really can’t stand this guy. I know I’m supposed to be impartial and that it’s not very professional of me to proclaim my disdain for the man, but Loco Martinez is a freakin’ SCUMBAG. Even in a classic match like this, he shows ZERO respect and ZERO class. Unbelievable. Looking out at the crowd, Loco laughs. Looking back at X, Loco Martinez then looks to where the chair landed after kicking it into X’s skull. Smirking widely, Loco grabs the steel chair with both hands and unfolds it in the middle of the ring, setting it up strategically. Looking down at X-Calibur, Loco makes the classic motion for “piledriver” with both hands, that so many greats from the past such as Paul Orndorff are remembered for. Pulling X-Calibur up to the mat by the back of his dark oil-slicked hair, Loco then places a boot into X’s mid-section. Back facing the propped up steel-chair. Going for the piledriver, he hooks both of his arms underneath X’s mid-section. Lifting X up, X fights off the piledriver by flailing his feet a bit. Jimmy Yates: He’s gonna kill him!! Loco can’t hold X-Calibur up long enough and X-Calibur falls to his feet. Loco tries again, and X-Calibur blocks this attempt fully. Bryan Harris: Damn it!! Let him go, Loc! He’s gonn- Before Bryan can even finish his sentence Loco tries once more, and X blocks it again. Alan Ducard: Look at the sheer strength of X!! Using the brute strength of his neck and shoulder muscles , X-Calibur dead lifts Loco up into the air with no hands. Loco’s feet are extended forward, and before he can slip out, X-Calibur grabs him by the ends of his feet as if he were going for an “Alabama Slam” style spinebuster. Blood pours down his face, cascading off the seat of the steel chair down to the canvas. Loco begins wiggling his legs, trying to slip free from X-Calibur’s grasp. With X severely weakened, Loco slips down behind X-Calibur, going for a modified sunset flip. X kneels forward onto Loco’s shoulders though and grabs the unfolded steel chair. Jimmy Yates: Uh... oh... Realizing he has nowhere to go, Loco’s eyes go wide with horror as the bleeding X-Calibur lets loose of a sick smile. Looking down at Loco, X-Calibur takes the point of the unfolded steel chair’s backing and begins DRIVING it into the face of Loco. Repeatedly. Shot after shot, X-Calibur tees off with the unforgiving steel across Loco Martinez’ face. Blood begins pouring down the champion’s face as the animalistic rage finally comes out the challenger. Smash after smash, right into Loco’s face with reckless abandon. The crowd winces with each shot, screaming with carnal desire for the “good guy”. He throws the steel chair through the ropes, bouncing it off of the cell fencing. Rolling off of Loco Martinez, X-Calibur gets to a kneeling position, checking his forehead for the damage Loco had done. Wiping away blood causes him to wince as the pains in his shoulder come out to play again. Barely able to get to his own feet, X-Calibur uses the ropes to force himself up. Walking over to Loco Martinez on spaghetti legs, X-Calibur reaches down and slowly lifts Loco to a seated position. Alan Ducard: Looks like the LEGACY World Champion is barely conscious, but conscious nonetheless.. That was a vicious beating. Almost as if X had been waiting to do that for MONTHS. Jimmy Yates: Look, he’s going for it!! Bringing Loco from the seated position to a standing one, X-Calibur lets Loco wobble around for a bit, waiting for him to turn around on his own power. Carefully measuring the champion up, Loco Martinez turns around just in time to have his head wrapped up in a three-quarter neck-lock and driven to the canvas with thunderous force. The crowd POPS for the X-Terminator, and X-Calibur immediately covers Loco with a leg hooked... ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Bryan Harris: Dammit... X has evened it up... again. Alan Ducard: And he’s that much closer to becoming LEGACY World Champion for a second time. But we still have, 12:09 left in this match!! That’s a lot of time to pull of another fall against someone of Loco’s caliber, and with both men bleeding like stuck pigs now... as the old saying goes, all bets are off!! The bell sounds and Josephina Colbert goes into her usual routine. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by pinfall... X-CALIBUR!! X-Calibur: 3 Referee Klinton Porter slides the ladder out of the ring, followed by the steel chair and then finally the steel steps. Like he had been cleaning up a car wreck, Porter looks around at the blood on the mat and shakes his head. During this grace period, Loco and X simply lay n the mat, sucking in wind for the final minutes of the championship match. Both men bleeding, X continues to hold his arm as well as wipe the blood from his face. Loco rolls over onto his stomach, holding the back of his head and neck while he bleeds into the canvas. Alan Ducard: This is it. The final stretch of the match. For weeks these men have danced around each other’s words... and now, this is all that is left before one of them walks out of Glimmer of Hope 2009 as LEGACY World Champion. Jimmy Yates: I have goosebumps, Alan. It’s surreal. Bryan Harris: The match is tied, and both men are hurting as badly as the other. I can see it in their faces. But unfortunately for one of them, something’s gotta give. As the clock continues counting down, X and Loco look at each other with disdain once they get to their feet. Their eyes meet each other’s wounds. Blood oozing from their faces. Exhaustion seeping from their bones. Drenched in sweat. Agony clouding their judgment. Neither competitor wants to give the slightest inch up to the other. Alan Ducard: They know that this is it as well as anyone else. Look
at them. Jimmy Yates: X has his eyes on the prize!! Seeing X look up the ramp causes Loco to do the same thing. He eyes the title. It’s his name engraved at the bottom of the plate. Bryan Harris: Loco needs to remain as champion. It’s his destiny here tonight.. They look back at each other, away from the championship. Fans shouting. Cameras flashing. Alan Ducard: Here they go... They circle. Loco limps as his back struggles to support him. X’s arm dangles like string caught in a swift breeze. A trail of blood left in their wake forms a circle among them. Realizing that it’s all come down to this, both individuals march forward toward one another. Face to face. Challenger and champion. Forehead to forehead. Blood runs down their faces, cascading off of their chins. Jimmy Yates: Never in all my years doing this have I seen anything like this. X throws a right. Loco throws a left. X throws a right. Loco throws
a left. Left, right, left, right. Toe to toe. Slinging their guns. The
fans go crazy for them. Two world class combatants giving it their absolute
all. Neither man letting up, despite wanting to collapse in the middle
of the ring. Jimmy Yates: At this point I’m going to say Loco. I haven’t seen someone’s back hurting this badly in a wrestling match since Shawn Michaels’ brave performance at Wrestlemania XIV against Steve Austin. I only hope that Loco’s career isn’t put on hold for four years like Shawn’s was. Bryan Harris: I’m going to say X. His shoulder has been twisted and banged in every which direction, and I haven’t seen someone’s arm hang that way since Eddie Guerrero dislocated his arm in the middle of the ring. Who knows the extent of the tissue damage inside... could be career threatening. Without the use of his stronger left punch, Loco starts rocking X. He reels into the ropes as Loco pushes forward. X digs deep down within and throws a painful left. His arm is in shambles but his heart is still beating. Loco is overwhelmed. Left hook. Left uppercut. Left jab. Left jab. X screams as he fights through the agony. Loco is dropped with a spinning tornado left that would make Kerry Von Erich proud. Loco is back up, X connects with a right, and Loco is back down. Loco back up, X sends him back down. Ad nauseam. Jimmy Yates: It’s funny you mention the name “Guerrero”, Bryan, because like the name stands for, X-Calibur is battling like a true WARRIOR. X whips Loco into the ropes. On the rebound, X nails a clothesline. Loco goes down but gets right back up. X scoops him up for a body slam and plants him right back down. Loco isn’t as quick to get to his feet this time and X-Calibur senses victory within his grasp. Reaching down, X-Calibur grabs both of Loco’s legs for a boston crab submission hold. But when he steps over, Loco twists his body, tucking X-Calibur’s head under his arm for a counter roll-up. ONE!! TWO!! THREE- X-CALIBUR REVERSES!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO!! LOCO KICKS OUT!! The fans just about spill their drinks over the closeness of the pinning
sequence there, and both X-Calibur and Loco are slow to get to their
feet. Jimmy Yates: And X-Calibur was THIS close to doing the same. Both men slowly get to their feet, looking at the 7:32 left on the clock. Turning their attention back onto one another, X-Calibur is the first to push the offense. Sprinting forward, he tackles Loco down to the mat. Mounting him, X punches him wildly as the fans in attendance cheer on this mighty display of courage. Dismounting him, X-Calibur looks out into the sea of rabid fans, wiping Loco’s blood across his chest like a badge of honor. Turning back to Loco, X-Calibur brings him to his feet and knees him in the stomach. Doubling him over, X-Calibur sets him up for what looks like a piledriver. Before he can even set the move up though, Loco musters up the strength to counter with a back body drop, collapsing to the mat after lifting X’s frame into the air. Pulling himself back to his feet by using the ropes, Loco turns his head back at X-Calibur with his hands still on the top rope. Alan Ducard: What is Loco thinking here? Bryan Harris: He’s not thinking... nah he couldn’t be... Jimmy Yates: I think he is, Bryan... Just as X turns back around to face him, Loco springs to the middle rope and moonsaults off of it. Catching X-Calibur’s head with a reverse DDT, he SNAPS him back to the canvas. Bryan Harris: THAT WARM AND FUZZY FEELING!! Jimmy Yates: HOW?! HIS BACK IS NEARLY BROKEN!! HOW THE HELL DID HE PULL THAT OFF?! Alan Ducard: LOCO HAS IT!! With X-Calibur seemingly unconscious, Loco lays there on the mat for several moments, holding his back in agony. Bryan Harris: COVER HIM, LOC!! COVER HIM!! Loco finally begins stirring. Bryan Harris: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD COVER HIM DAMMIT!! Loco drapes an arm across X’s chest. The crowd counts along with
him. TWO!! THREE!! NO!! Alan Ducard: X SHOULDERS OUT!! X SHOULDERS OUT!! Loco’s eyes go WIDE with SHOCK and DISGUST. The look of fear in his eye is more apparent now than it ever was before. Slamming his fist into the mat, Loco curses under his breath that X-Calibur was able to kick out of that high impact maneuver. Bringing X-Calibur to his feet, Loco attempts to whip X into the ropes. X with the reversal and Loco is now running into the ropes. Loco on the rebound, X sizes up the situation and lifts Loco up into a tilt-a-whirl, slamming him down across his knee for a backbreaker. X collapses to the mat holding his shoulder as Loco gasps for air, the wind being knocked out of him from the amount of pain surging through his body. After a few moments, X hooks a leg... ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO!! Alan Ducard: LOCO KICKS OUT!!! X-Calibur is back up on the mat with the back of Loco’s head in his grasp. Slapping him across the chest with an open palm slap, Loco reels back clutching himself. X follows him towards the ropes and leans in. Sending Loco to the other side, X readies himself for a clothesline. Loco ducks it though and once X’s arm flies through Loco IMMEDIATELY turns around and cinches in a chicken-wing cross-face. Bryan Harris: CHICKEN WING!!!! THIS IS IT!!! Loco applies the submission hold tightly and the fans that weren’t sitting in their seats already are standing now. Wrenching back on X-Calibur’s bad shoulder, Loco jerks and twists X-Calibur’s arm. His arm is locked tightly in an upwards position beneath X-Calibur’s bent elbow. Pushing upwards, Loco desperately tries to rip X-Calibur’s bad shoulder out of his body while yelling into his ear for him to tap out again. Bryan Harris: HE’S GONNA TAP AGAIN!! HE’S DONE IT TWICE ALREADY!! X-Calibur raises his hand like he’s gonna tap, but he takes one look at the countdown clock, and seeing that there’s only 4:11 left in the match sends X-Calibur into a wild panic. Clawing with his right arm he tries desperately to gouge an eye, pul an ear, or fish-hook Loco in hopes of breaking the devastating submission hold. Alan Ducard: X is fighting it!!! He’s FIGHTING IT!!!! Loco tries to bring X-Calibur down onto the canvas, but X-Calibur holds onto the top rope with his right hand. Wrapping his legs around X-Calibur’s waist, he hooks latches onto him like python, trying to bring him down to the mat. With no rules specifying that Loco must break the hold, he rips and tears at X-Calibur’s body, desperately trying to get him down on the ground where there’s little hope of surviving the hold. X’s hand slips off the top rope and X-Calibur falls back towards the canvas with Loco wrapped around him. Bryan Harris: HE’S GOT HIM!!! IT’S OVER!! X-Calibur raises his hand like he’s going to give up. Loco cinches it on deeper. The clock continues counting down. 3:33 left in the match. Most of the audience chants, “LET’S GO, X!!”, while there is still a good portion that chants, “TAP-OUT! TAP-OUT!”. Alan Ducard: My GOD... his arm can’t possibly take any more damage than it already has endured. X-Calibur raises his hand again, but he refuses. He balls his hand up and shakes his arm, Screaming loudly as the pain flows through out his body. Bryan Harris: YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO TAP, X!!!! DO IT!!! TAP!!! Jimmy Yates: Will you STOP?! X-Calibur is fighting to get to his feet, Loco is still holding on... to X-Calibur... to his championship. 2:47 to go. Alan Ducard: Amazing... I’ve never seen someone fight his way BACK to his feet after that chicken-wing before!! In a last ditch effort, X-Calibur uses all of the strength in his legs to run towards the turnbuckles, lift his feet up and push off of them. Falling backwards on top of Loco, rolling back onto his knees, Loco becomes trapped under X-Calibur’s weight and the chicken-wing he applied. Porter sees Loco’s shoulders down and administers the count... Bryan Harris: NO!!!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO!!!!! Alan Ducard: LOCO KICKS OUT!!! BLOODY HELL LOCO KICKS OUT AGAIN!! Jimmy Yates: There’s a minute left!!! Both men are completely exhausted as the countdown clock reaches 55 seconds. X-Calibur rolls over onto his stomach. Loco onto his back. 50 seconds. Alan Ducard: Do or die, lads!! X-Calibur gets to his knees and Loco sits up slowly. 45 seconds. Both men see the countdown clock. A renewed sense of vigor comes over them as they climb to their feet. Bryan Harris: HURRY, LOC!!! 40 seconds. Turning around, Loco throws a right hand. X retaliates with a right hand. Loco with a stinging left and X reciprocates with a left of his own. 35 seconds. Jimmy Yates: NEITHER MAN WANTS TO GIVE... AMAZING. Loco throws a another fist, but misses. On the spin around, X-Calibur hooks him up for the X-Terminator. Alan Ducard: X-TERMINATOR!! 30 seconds. Loco shoves him off into the ropes. On the rebound, Loco knees him in the gut. Grabbing an arm, he twists it into a standing short-arm scissors. Bryan Harris: LOCAPITATOR!! 25 seconds. Extends a foot out for a superkick, but X ducks it. Loco spins around, and before X can attempt another X-Terminator, Loco tucks X’s head under his arm, and rolls him down to the mat with a small package. Bryan Harris: SMALL PACKAGE!!! LOCO HAS IT!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO, X SHIFTS HIS WEIGHT AND REVERSES!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! Alan Ducard: MY GOD!! HE GOT HIM!! HE GOT HIM!! X DID IT!!! Bryan Harris: NO HE DIDN’T!!! HE KICKED OUT!!! HE KICKED OUT DAMMIT!!! Jimmy Yates: SECONDS LEFT... AND X HAS THE LEAD!!! X GOT HIM!!! 15 seconds. The bell sounds and Josephina assumes the position outside of the ring. Josephina Colbert: The winner of this fall by pinfall... X-CALIBUR!! X-Calibur: 4 Loco sits up after Porter counts his shoulders down to the mat for three. Looking up, he sees the countdown clock counting down the seconds to the end of his title reign as X-Calibur lays on the mat completely spent. 10 seconds. The fans begin counting down along with the countdown clock as Loco shakes his head in utter disbelief, looking on at the glistening LEGACY World Title resting in the trophy case slipping away from him for a second time . Alan Ducard: LOOK AT HIM!!! HE CAN’T BELIEVE HE DID IT!! “FIVE!” “FOUR!” “THREE!” “TWO!” “ONE!” The bell sounds and the audience roars, applauding both individuals for their amazing effort. Burying his head into the canvas, Loco Martinez pounds his fist on the mat only once, upset that he just lost the LEGACY World Championship. X-Calibur lays on his back, drenched in blood and sweat. Despite this, there’s a look of calmness over his face, like a great weight has been lifted over his shoulders. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of the Breaking Point Match, 4 falls to 3... and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW.... LEGACY.... WORLD CHAMPION.... X-CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIBUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRR!!! “Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers right after and the medical team races down to the ring. A loud mechanical whirring can be hear from above as the cell structure begins lifting into the rafters, away from the chaos down below that its left behind. Porter attempts to check on Loco, but Loco swats him away, obviously wanting to be alone with his thoughts as X-Calibur’s theme blasts loudly. Getting up on his own power, Loco Martinez looks around as everyone applauds him, despite his sheer arrogance and despicable actions for the past several months standing alone on top of the LEGACY plateau. Looking back at X-Calibur, Loco gives a nod and a smirk in his enemy’s direction before stumbling his way out of the ring. Finally coming out of his daze, X-Calibur sits up on the mat as Porter hands him the keys to the trophy case that has been holding the LEGACY World Championship for six and a half months. Accepting them, Porter helps X-Calibur to his feet as the medical team looks over the gash in his forehead as well as the discoloration in his shoulder. But he doesn’t care about the medical team. Or his shoulder. X-Calibur’s theme music dies down as the audio picks up the fans chanting, “THAT-WAS-AWESOME!”, and “LEG-A-SEE!” as loud as possible. Amidst the deafening chants, X-Calibur feels compelled to go to the trophy case. Leaving the ring, X-Calibur feels some of the fans slapping his boots as he walks down the elevated ramp-way, congratulating him on his match and victory. Standing in front of the trophy case, X-Calibur holds out the keys he was handed to by Porter. He stops inches in front of it, and looks through the glass into the golden face plate staring back at him. Looking out at the audience, X-Calibur nods his head, smirking through the exhaustion and agony. Then... he throws his keys out into the crowd, watching them scurry to catch them. Alan Ducard: What the... Jimmy Yates: Why did he do that?! Looking back at the trophy case, X-Calibur throws a foot up and KICKS the front of the glass, smashing it in part way. It doesn’t fully break though, and X-Calibur steadies the rocking case from falling over. Rearing back, X-Calibur kicks it again and watches the glass shatter and everything in it fall into the wagon it is perched on. Reaching into the shards of glass with the fans cheering him on, X-Calibur tosses aside all of the other stuff... seeing the spelling bee ribbon, X-Calibur pulls it from the mess and tosses it carelessly into the front row. Bryan Harris: OH COME ON!! THAT WAS UNNECESSARY!! Alan Ducard: I love it!!! Hahaha!!! Reaching down, he pulls the LEGACY World Championship from the glass
and hoists it over his bad shoulder, wincing a bit, watching the shards
and bits of glass to fall down into the wagon. Looking out at the audience,
X-Calibur raises the fist from his good arm into the air. “Harvester
of Sorrow” begins playing over the sound system again as the copyright
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