7 . 25 . 2009
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A shot of a wrestling ring bathed in bright white light so we only see the sillouette of two men in the ring circling. Preparing for battle. We hear the squawking guitar of Rage Against the Machine's "Renegade's of Funk". We hear Zach De la Rocha's voice.
The show opens on a live shot of the Mellon Arena, with thousands of screaming Pittsburghers comprising the capacity crowd. Fireworks explode all over the entrance stage in controlled bursts, sending sparks of deep red, gold, and white flying, exciting the already loudly cheering crowd. As the cameras pan the crowd, the director in the truck switches from view to view, showing individual groupings of fans, all showing support in varying ways. Some hold signs: "DIE MARION DIE". Others wear burgundy and gold facepaint. Large portions of the crowd are waving the Terrible Towel, whose golden color usually stands for their beloved football team, but on this evening it's dual meaning involves LEGACY and it's primary choice of hues.
The camera cuts to a shaky view of Hazard's back. He's walking fairly quickly, and the shaking is likely trying to either catch up or keep up with him while lugging around a heavy piece of very expensive electronics. From what we can gather, Hazard is wearing a white t-shirt and khakis, with his hair neatly pulled back into a very short ponytail. He navigates the backstage area, shouldering past referees, road agents, and talent alike without a word. He finds an unmarked door and pauses momentarily before raising a foot and kicking it open. Over Hazard's shoulder we get a glimpse of an incredibly unsurprised Frank Garvin, sitting in a metal folding chair in an otherwise empty room with fluorescent bulbs flickering, casting a not-quite strobe light haze over everything. Hazard wastes no time in charging, lowering his shoulder and plowing through Garvin, flipping the chair as the two men become entangled on the floor. Hazard takes a handful of hair and uses it to steady Garvin's head while firing right hands down onto him. Garvin's lip is split first, then blood comes from his nose, but after a dozen or so shots, the bigger man simply shrugs Hazard away from him and starts to get to his feet. Unrelenting, Hazard rips his t-shirt off and wraps it around Garvin's head, cutting off his vision and allowing him to control the behemoth. Using the shirt to pull him forward, Hazard drives knees into Garvin's chest and head until again, Garvin simply swats him away and flings the shirt aside. Garvin manages to get his hands around Hazard's throat, but gives up that advantage for the opportunity to bury his thumbs into the eye sockets of the One Man Riot. Hazard's jaw clenches as he unsuccessfully tries to pry the mammoth hands away from his face. Grunts and pained growls are coming from Hazard, until he finally breaks the "hold" with a well placed foot to the groin. As Garvin doubles over, grinning, Hazard backs up and punts Garvin squarely across the face, smearing blood over his khakis and sending a drop or two onto the lens of the camera. As Garvin reels, Hazard grabs his left wrist and straightens his arm, using it as leverage to wrap both legs around Garvin's head in an mma-style triangle choke. Garvin is resisting, but the blood already lost combined with lack of blood getting to his brain is wearing him down quickly. As he hangs on to Garvin's head, Hazard begins speaking to him while Frank maintains the slimmest margins of consciousness, punctuating his words by increasing the pressure. Hazard: If you WANT to find me, Frank… don't hang around under the RAMP. You come FIND me… and we'll do this like MEN. Hazard catches his breath. Hazard: Don't think that because of a TOURNAMENT, I don't have time to PUT... DOWN.. A RABID.......DOG. Garvin finally stops moving and Hazard releases the choke. He stands up, looks down, and takes a deep breath to collect himself. He retrieves his blood-smeared white shirt and pulls it on in spite of the plasma. He steps over Garvin to leave, but can't make a clean exit as Garvin is already coming back around and tugging at the bottom of Hazard's pants leg and quietly chuckling to himself. With a disgusted look, Hazard pulls his leg free and exits the room.
Alan Ducard: The opening contest of the evening should live up quite nicely to LEGACY’s trend of having fast paced, exciting matches begin the show, as two highly trained technicians battle it out in a second-round match in the 2009 Hawkins Memorial Tournament. Bryan Harris: Cade is about to find out that he bit off more than he can chew. He went into STRIFE 53’s match against Laura Seton with a friendly competition in mind, but over the past two weeks, the promotional videos that Cade Sydal has posted – and the resulting blogs from Stephen Rawlings – this has become a heated session between these guys, and I don’t mind predicting that Cade Sydal is going to have that Mohawk of his used by Stephen Rawlings to mop up the ring after the match… ‘cause you know, if you don’t clean the ring, someone could get staph. Jimmy Yates: I think there are two things you don’t need to worry about right there… first of all, neither of those two guys have staph and the ring is cleaned before and after every show… Secondly, win or lose, no one is going to mop the ring with Cade Sydal. Alan Ducard: Part of the argument between these two individuals centered around Rawlings saying he could win the match very quickly… and I would be shocked if this match didn’t go for at least 12 minutes, and I’m not about to predict who will go forth from this match to the semi-finals. Bryan Harris: Well if you two don’t have the guts to make a prediction… then let’s just get to the footage. Start of Match Footage Cade Sydal reverses a whip attempt from Stephen Rawlings that sends Rawlings into the corner! Cade follows right behind him and leaps into the air with a forearm in Rawlings’ face! Cade snapmares Rawlings out of the corner and snaps a kick across Rawlings’ back before pushing Rawlings down onto the canvas and covering him with an elbow in his chin and a knee on the side of his face! Alan Ducard: Quick flurry of strikes from the ever-aggressive Cade Sydal! Jimmy Yates: And with his cover, he’s keeping the pressure on Rawlings, blocking Rawlings’ vision and muffling his hearing so it’s harder for him to hear or see the count! ONE! TWO! Rawlings kicks out, shaking his head, as Cade pulls Rawlings to his feet by his arm while twisting under the arm! Cade whips Rawlings to the ropes and follows him for a back elbow, but Rawlings ducks under the elbow and grabs Cade by the other wrist before pulling Cade into him and snapping him back with a dangerous side salto suplex! Cade folds up on his neck and lays on his side! Alan Ducard: And just like that, Stephen Rawlings shows his own technical prowess and turns the tide on his smaller, though very accomplished, adversary! Bryan Harris: Stephen Rawlings may not beat Cade Sydal within eighteen seconds as he predicted, but he is making sure Cade doesn’t get a substantial edge, and looks to keep the smaller man down, which is key whenever anyone faces Cade Sydal. Rawlings obviously did his homework! Rawlings rolls his left shoulder before covering Cade, his hand on Cade’s mouth, blocking his air passage legally! ONE! TWO! T–! Cade kicks out, gasping for air! Rawlings gets to his feet and glares at the referee, before turning to stare into the crowd and the hard television camera! Cade turns and grabs Rawlings by the knee pad, pulling himself to his feet, before Rawlings snaps his forearm across the back of Cade’s neck, driving him back to the canvas on his face! Rawlings drops his knee against the back of Cade’s neck, and pulls back on Cade’s chin, grinding the back of Cade’s neck against his knee! Jimmy Yates: Cade Sydal in a very disadvantageous position early on, and he really needs to find a way to not let Rawlings pick apart his neck! If he lets Rawlings pick apart a joint or a limb, this is going to be a very long night for the former Strong Style Dragon! Bryan Harris: But a very good night for Stephen Rawlings! Cade pushes his hands under himself, as the crowd starts to clap! Rawlings starts trying to force Cade back down, but Cade turns off his knee and starts driving forearms into Rawlings’ ribs as his neck is twisted viciously! Rawlings finally releases Cade’s head, and Cade turns to hit the ropes! Cade rebounds and Rawlings swings a clothesline, but Cade ducks! Cade leaps to the middle rope and springboards, turning back toward Rawlings as he turns around, and rides Rawlings to the canvas with a cross body! Cade rolls off of Rawlings from the impact! Jimmy Yates: On the other hand, if the match keeps a pace like this it certainly has to favor the young man that has made a name as one of the great all-time cruiserweights! Alan Ducard: Quick movements and great velocity certainly favors the more agile combatant in most every encounter, and this is no different! Rawlings scrambles to his feet as Cade does the same! Cade rushes Rawlings and leaps into the air, catching Rawlings with a leg across the face, riding Rawlings back down to the canvas with a leg lariat! Cade bounces off his rear to his feet and rushes at the ropes and rebounds, picking up speed as he leaps into the air and snaps through a running Shooting Star Press! The fans cheer loudly as Cade hooks the leg deeply! ONE! TWO! Rawlings kicks out! Bryan Harris: Stephen Rawlings managed to kick out of a string of high impact moves! Alan Ducard: Certainly a testament of the toughness and skill level of Stephen Rawlings, kicking out of such a well-executed assault! Cade reaches for Rawlings’ head and starts pulling Rawlings to his feet, before Rawlings pushes his thumbs in Cade’s eyes! Rawlings shoves Cade away, as Cade wipes at his eyes and kicks the air, dangerously close to Rawlings, but missing blindly as Rawlings rubs the back of his hand across his lips, checking for spots of blood on the tape around his wrist, and he waves the referee’s warnings off with his other hand. Rawlings pushes to his feet and turns to Cade, who still rubs at his eyes, and drives the bottom of his boot into the side of Cade’s head, shoving Cade into the ropes! Rawlings follows and shoves the back of Cade’s head, turning him and pressing his throat to the bottom rope, Rawlings pushes down, choking Cade on the middle rope! Jimmy Yates: Rawlings is blatantly choking Cade right in front of the official! Alan Ducard: A disqualification certainly won’t do Stephen any favors, as that would advance Cade Sydal in the Dave Hawkins Memorial Tournament. However, Rawlings is paying close attention to the official’s count, and has stopped before the count of five, keeping within the legal limits of the rules! Rawlings backs away from Cade at four! The official starts shouting at him to obey his orders, as Cade grabs the top rope and starts pulling himself to a stand! Cade turns and Rawlings shoves past the referee, grabs Cade by the wrist, and sends him off the ropes! Rawlings catches Cade on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl, driving Cade down with a backbreaker! Cade bounces off Rawlings’ knee, and Rawlings drives Cade to the canvas with a short-arm clothesline! Rawlings covers, with an arm across Cade’s face and the other arm hooked under Cade’s leg! ONE! TWO! TH–! Cade kicks out! Jimmy Yates: And just like that, after a string of under-handed tactics, a devastating backbreaker, and a sudden clothesline, Cade kicks out! Bryan Harris: An impressive string of attacks from Rawlings, and admittedly it is impressive that Cade managed to gather his bearings in time to kick out of the pinning predicament! Rawlings turns in front of Cade, mounting in front of him, and hooks Cade in a cravate facelock, turning Cade’s head sharply to the side, reapplying pressure to his neck! Cade starts shaking his fist as the fans clap in rhythm with the movements of Cade’s arm! Cade turns to get his knees under himself before driving elbows into Rawlings’ ribs! Cade hits the ropes, and as he rebounds Rawlings jumps into the air and dropkicks Cade right in the face, dropping him back to the canvas! Alan Ducard: Stephen Rawlings halts Cade Sydal’s momentum, and the clapping of the fans, with one swift kick of both legs into Cade’s face! Bryan Harris: He showed Cade right there that he’s not the only one that can take to the air! Rawlings scrambles to hook both of Cade’s legs! ONE! TWO! TH–! Cade kicks out! Rawlings turns and starts to shout at the official, demanding a more timely count! Rawlings turns back to Cade, before Cade snaps his foot up while still on his back, catching Rawlings in the side of the head! Rawlings stumbles back, before lurching into Cade with a stomp to the forehead, driving him back to the canvas! Rawlings grabs Cade and starts to pull him to his feet, but Cade hooks behind Rawlings’ head and drops to a knee with a jawbreaker! Alan Ducard: That jawbreaker could have bought Cade all the time he needs to regroup, and it may have been instinctual for the former Tao of Valor Champion to go for, but it could have also jarred his neck more, which could be detrimental to him as well! Jimmy Yates: Cade did take a big risk, going for the jawbreaker, in order to avoid Rawlings’ grasp just a little longer, but it appears to have paid off! Cade pushes to his feet and rushes at Rawlings, launching his right foot high with a Yakuza Kick! Rawlings ducks under it and Cade’s foot swings down, stomping into the canvas and lurches Cade off balance! Cade turns around, right into a boot from Rawlings to the gut! Rawlings grabs Cade by the wrist and whips him, but Cade ducks under the arm and pulls Rawlings into a short-arm before launching his right foot up over both their arms with a Yakuza Kick, and both men hit the canvas! Bryan Harris: A short-armed Yakuza Kick connects with Stephen Rawlings’ face, but the quick movements took their toll on Cade Sydal, who’s constant abuse against his neck has to have taken a toll on his ability to breathe properly! Jimmy Yates: This is definitely the opening that Cade needs to capitalize on! Cade turns and hooks Rawlings by the leg, pulling back on it for a cover! ONE! TWO! THR–! Rawlings’ shoulder shoots off the canvas! Cade turns and slaps both hands into the canvas, with a deep breath, as Rawlings turns over to his hands and knees! Cade starts to push to his feet, as does Rawlings, and Cade turns around right into a chop across the chest from Rawlings! Cade snaps back into Rawlings with a chop of his own! Rawlings bursts back into Cade with another chop, and Cade snaps back into him with another chop as well! Bryan Harris: Both men are trading blistering blows in the center of the ring, and neither man is backing down an inch at this point in time! Alan Ducard: All it will take is for one man to waver from the sting of the blows, though! Rawlings fires off another chop, and Cade snaps his left shin up into Rawlings’ chest in response! Rawlings rocks back and snaps into Cade with a hard forearm across his face! Cade steps back, and fires his right shin across Rawlings chest! Rawlings rears back with another forearm into Cade’s face! Cade stumbles back a bit before stepping right into another high round kick across Rawlings’ chest that sends him stumbling to the ropes! Rawlings bounces off the ropes and swings through a complete circle with a roaring elbow! Cade ducks under the elbow though! Rawlings turns around and Cade backflips, driving his foot into the side of Rawlings’ head with a Pele Kick! Jimmy Yates: Cade Sydal perhaps sensed that the size difference would become an advantage for Rawlings when standing toe-to-toe, and nailed a Pele Kick out of desperation to put a stop to Rawlings’ momentum! Alan Ducard: Cade Sydal definitely doesn’t want to test his strength and size against Stephen Rawlings, especially after the abuse his neck has already endured thus far! Cade pushes to his feet slowly, as Rawlings does the same! Cade grabs Rawlings by the arm and whips him off the ropes, but Rawlings reverses and pulls Cade into a boot to the stomach! Rawlings hooks Cade in a front facelock and snaps him up before dropping with a brainbuster, with a quickness that spikes Cade down on top of his head! Bryan Harris: And just like that, Stephen Rawlings puts a stop to any momentum Cade could get behind him, before the troops were rallied and silencing the supporters in the crowd immediately! Alan Ducard: The applause and cheers certainly have become hushed whispers of concern after that dangerous maneuver that sent Cade to the canvas on the top of his head! Rawlings turns slowly, turning Cade over to his back, and hooks a leg with a forearm across Cade’s chin! ONE! TWO! THR–! Cade kicks out, and instantly the cheers sound out! Rawlings slaps the canvas in frustration and starts shouting at the referee! Rawlings pushes to his feet and gets in the official’s face, shouting at him about the pace of his count! Cade starts pushing to his feet and Rawlings turns around and pulls Cade up into a facelock! Rawlings lifts Cade up, but Cade starts kicking his legs! Cade slides down Rawlings back and hooks under his arms, pulling him down for a backslide! Bryan Harris: What?! Cade Sydal just snuck through the back door to counter a suplex into a backslide attempt! Jimmy Yates: Rawlings and Cade are locked in a struggle of wills with their backs to each other! Rawlings fights his right arm out of the hold and turns Cade around, sending him off the ropes! Rawlings turns to catch Cade with a tilt-a-whirl, but Cade kicks his legs and flips through the attempt to land on his feet! Cade drops into a dropkick on Rawlings’ knee, and Rawlings hits the canvas! Cade grabs Rawlings by the left wrist and spins around the arm, rolling over Rawlings’ back! Alan Ducard: The Mahistrol Cradle is applied! ONE! TWO! THREE! The official signals for the bell, just before Cade and Rawlings untangle from each other, and Cade slides under the bottom rope, holding his neck! Jimmy Yates: Cade Sydal just won and advanced in the Hawkins Tournament! And Stephen Rawlings can’t believe it! “It Dwells In Me” by All That Remains starts sounding, as the fans cheer loudly! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, and advancing to the next round of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament! CAAAAAAAAAAAADE SYYYYYYYYYYDAAAAAAAAL! Cade raises his right arm, his left arm curled up behind his head, as he falls with his back against the barricade! The fans at ringside slap his back and chest as they cheer loudly! Alan Ducard: What a match, what a finish! You had to know that a highly technical move like that one was going to be used at the culmination of this great opener given the skills of both of these competitors. Bryan Harris: Yeah, but I thought it was going to be Stephen Rawlings who was the one to use it. At least Cade Sydal seems to have come away from all of this with a banged up neck. This is a match he won't soon forget. Jimmy Yates: I think this is a match that a lot of people are going to remember - and anticipate future matches between these two. Bryan Harris: Just so long as they don't get their hopes up for a Cade Sydal win next time. What we all just saw here was a good bit of luck coming from that mohawk'ed punk. Alan Ducard: Regardless of how you view the circumstances by which he does so, Cade Sydal indeed will advance to the semi-finals of the 2009 Hawkins Memorial Tournament.
We go backstage where Avery George stands in front of a backdrop dotted with the LEGACY logo. He stands clad in a black suit with a white shirt and red tie. A microphone is in his right hand as he prepares to interview the man just to his left, Devastation. Devastation stands with his head down, and his hands behind his back. He is clad in a pair of loose fit light blue jeans and a gray sleeveless version of the Devastation shirt from the LEGACY store. Before too long Avery George raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak. Avery George: I’m here alongside the much decorated LEGACY veteran Devastation, who later tonight will take on Adam Davis in the second round of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament. Devastation, first of all, thank you for talking with me tonight. Devastation raises his head at this point, looking over at Avery George for the first time tonight. As he does, he starts to speak. Devastation: My pleasure, Avery. Avery George: As I mentioned you have an important matchup later this evening when you step into the ring with Adam Davis in a second round match in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament. Devastation: You’re exactly right Avery. Adam is a great competitor and a man that I am certainly familiar with inside that ring. We both want this thing very badly and it should make for an interesting fight. Avery George: You brought up the history with Adam. The two of you first met in Outlaw Pro Wrestling for Adam Davis’ heavyweight championship. He came out the victor that time but you evened the score here in LEGACY back in November when you beat him for the Tao of Valor title. Devastation: Yeah, we’re at one a piece right now so this is a bit of a rubber match for us. Not only do we both want to advance in this tournament and come one step closer to winning it, we both want that personal victory. Avery George: What would that mean for you, to hold that over a man that you admit is a great in ring competitor. Devastation: Yeah, I’m not foolish enough to underestimate him. I’ve locked up with him enough to know his talent. It would mean a lot to beat him again. But this isn’t just a personal rivalry here. I want to win this Hawkins Memorial Tournament and beating Adam Davis again would just be icing on the cake. Devastation nods, and the interview concludes as Devastation steps away from the set. However, he doesn’t get more than three steps away, when his face turns to a sneer as he looks ahead to see Matthew Dawson standing in his path. The Highlight of the Night stands mockingly clapping Devastation, BEFORE reaching up to mock-yawn, and then continues clapping. HOTN: Bravo Baron, BRAVO. I actually stayed awake through that thing. Sure it took a couple of Red Bull’s, but I made it. Maybe you’re getting better on the stick. Maybe I’m still buzzing about your tactics from Glimmer of Hope – but that really was a step above Valium. Devastation glares, totally annoyed by Dawson. Devastation: Do you have a reason for being here besides being your usual ignorant, arrogant self? If not, then get out of my way – I’ve got a match in the Hawkins Tournament tonight, and it’s not with you – ergo, I’ve got much better things to focus on right now. HOTN: Now, now, Baron – you don’t have to be insulting, although you are getting more vicious by the week that we’re at odds. However, you’re right, tonight isn’t about us – it’s about the Hawkins Tournament, and as such I came here to wish you … good luck. Devastation raises an eyebrow, and looks incredulously at Dawson. Devastation: What the … Dawson: No, I really am here to wish you good luck. Don’t get me wrong, I loathe you for being the mediocre tool who cost me my ToV Championship, but if you win tonight, and I win tonight – then there’s a chance that we could face each other in the later rounds of the Hawkins Tournament – which I do plan on winning. However, it would be much easier to deal with our pressing issue and deal with adding yet another accolade to my Elite career, if you were one of the men I defeated on my way to a victory in the finals. So, in the hopes of us meeting in the ring in the near future … tonight I wish you … good luck. Dawson extends a hand to Devastation… Devastation: I’m not shaking your hand, and I don’t need your “luck”. I’m the best technical wrestler in the world. However, I do hope to see you in the later rounds because I have a Decapitator with your name on it Dawson. When the time is right, this thing between us is going to end, because I’m going to finish it. With that Devastation turns, and walks away from The Highlight of the Night, who takes his extended hand, and proceeds to rub it on his chin with a smile, watching Devastation take his leave.
Head down, Smith Cartwright
is on the fourth page of a ten page document, highlighter in hand, taking
care of some of his front office duties behind his desk for the evening.
He seems frazzled enough as it is, but nothing close to what he was
about to encounter. Madison: WHAT THE FFFFFFF*CK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!?? Already startled by the door slamming open and the appearance of the young lady in his office, Smith fumbles as he tries to speak. Smith: Uh, how… what can I help…you…? Madison: Shut up! Do you not realize talent in front of you when you see it? Does it actually have to kick you in the head? It's trying to slap you in the face but that obviously isn't working! Shaking his head slightly, Smith snaps himself out of his daze and snaps back to reality. Smith: I’m sorry, I’m not sure I understand what I did or said… Madison stands up straight looking further agitated. Madison: That's my point, you didn't say or do a thing. You just sat there like a bump on a log. What more does Laura have to do to get any kind of respect out of you? Smith: As a LEGACY champion, I’d say she already has my… Madison: Does she look like a b*tch?? Having been cut off by a rather pointed question, Smith is shocked and is at a loss for words again. Smith: I’m afraid I don’t understand… Madison: Does she LOOK.....like a B*TCH!? Smith: I would never call a woman such a name… Again Madison doesn’t wait for Smith to finish his sentence. Madison: Then why you treating her like one? Smith: I’m not treating her like anything other than a roster member… a CHAMPION, actually. Madison nearly breaks into a laugh being so upset at Smith's, in her mind, lying denials. Madison: Oh yes you are! YES you are! (she sneers at him) Maybe Laura was right. Landon Savage is obviously the only person here outside of Mr. Belote that has any sense. Smith: You have to be kidding me, right? If anyone has treated her with respect and given her the opportunity to show what she can do as a woman athlete in an otherwise male dominated pursuit, it’s me. Madison sighs, not liking that answer. Overly infuriated, she begins grabbing at random papers on the desk. She neatly stacks them, grabs a nearby stapler, and puts the papers in as far as possible and jams the stapler down placing a staple right in the middle of them. A final cold glare is given to Smith before Madison heads for the door and makes to sure to give a loud “SLAM” as she leaves.
Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentlemen, our second match of the night will feature Hazard taking on Matthew Dawson, in what appears to be an intriguing pairing. Jimmy Yates: I’m normally loathe to give Dawson any sort of credit, but he’s a great athlete, and this is the kind of match that could give Hazard the kind of test he’s looking for to show that he’s more than a “hardcore” wrestler, and a big win over a former ToV Champion would go a long way towards showing that. Bryan Harris: Oh puh-lease Jimbo, like that has any chance of happening. Even if Hazard had that “wrestling ability” you describe, he’s not focused on Dawson – he still has lingering issues with Frank Garvin with which to deal. Jimmy Yates: What about Dawson and his dealings with Devastation? Bryan Harris: The Highlight of the Night is a talented individual, prepared for all comers. I’m sure he can handle it – multi-tasking is the way of the future, and Dawson is the future of his industry. Alan Ducard: Yes, well Bryan, while he might be the future, he still has a lot to prove – in fact both guys in this match still have a lot to show the LEGACY audience as they battle to move on in the prestigious Hawkins Memorial Tournament. Let’s get to that footage. Start of Match Footage The arm twists, the man flips, and the leg drops immediately across the throat. Hazard is in control. Dawson looks up to the rafters of the Mellon Arena, home of the 2009 Stanley Cup Champion Pittsburgh Penguins, and the same fans who cheered their team to an amazing series victory, now cheer for Dawson’s destruction. After dropping the leg, Hazard rises quickly, only to drop a second one across Dawson’s throat. Alan Ducard: Hazard is again using that strategy of continually targeting a body part, and this case he’s going after Dawson’s neck. Jimmy Yates: It’s all about leading up to the Flatscan backdrop driver – which looks even more brutal when you see it live, which is all the more reason to attend LEGACY’s live events – the hits are harder and the action is even more intense. Bryan Harris: Or how about coming because LEGACY has The Highlight of the Night, and you can’t miss seeing that greatness in person. Jimmy Yates: He doesn’t look so great right now Bry – Bryan Harris: Neither did your mom last night Jimbo, but things turned around when I turned out the lights. Things could turn around here for Dawson too. Alan Ducard: We have no need to question James’ mother’s promiscuity gents, especially when we should be focusing on the action in the ring. Hazard has Dawson up and there’s the Irish whip to the buckles! Hazard charging in now and there’s the big clothesline! The crowd cheers the impact, and Hazard sizes up Dawson as he staggers forward but one step, allowing Hazard to take him out of the corner with a big belly-to-belly suplex! Alan Ducard: That’s the suplex finish to the Hazardous Combination. Hazard now heading to the turnbuckles. Bryan Harris: He’s taking a big risk here Alan, he has Dawson down – he should go for the kill! Jimmy Yates: You say that kind of thing whenever anyone you don’t like heads to the top rope. Bryan Harris: That doesn’t make it untrue does it? Alan Ducard: Hazard sizing up Dawson who is motionless on the canvas! Hazard takes flight and he HITS THE TOP ROPE LEG DROP! Hazard is now making the cover! ONE TWO TH-NO!- Dawson manages to get the shoulder off the canvas. The crowd boos heartily for the two count, and Hazard even raises an eyebrow to Don Bower – although he doesn’t lose focus with an argument, and stays on the offensive, pulling Dawson to a standing position. Hazard fires off a quick right hand, and then hooks Dawson, attempting to take him over with the suplex. However, Dawson blocks the first attempt, then the second attempt, and finally he delivers multiple shots to Hazard’s ribs to break the hook. Alan Ducard: Dawson is free, but Hazard won’t let up and he’s charging in again … but Dawson heaves him up and drops him throat first across the top rope! Hazard staggering back, and Dawson with the roll-up pin from behind! ONE Jimmy Yates: HE HAS THE TIGHTS … LIKE WITH ANSELM LAST WEEK! Alan Ducard: TWO NO! Don Bower checks the situation, sees the hook, and he stops the count – and Dawson is irate. Bryan Harris: He should be, he had Hazard beat there! Jimmy Yates: Dawson was cheating! Bryan Harris: Since when does the referee look at the person making the pin and not the shoulders of the guy being pinned? The Highlight of the Night is indeed rather teed off to the point that after breaking the pin, he gets right up in Bower’s face, maligning him for what he perceives to be using poor judgment. Dawson gets one last snide comment in before turning back to Hazard who is waiting for him with a right hand. However, using some rather unbelievable speed, Dawson gets an arm up to block, and follows up with a quick right hand and a kick to the midsection. Alan Ducard: Dawson with an amazing recovery after that lack of focus, and here he comes off the rope and there’s a face crusher on Hazard. The One Man Riot goes face first into the canvas, and Dawson with a quick elbow drop to stun Hazard on the canvas. Jimmy Yates: Now its Dawson heading to the turnbuckles – any comments about this being a mistake? Bryan Harris: Great athletes sometimes take great risks Jimbo – it’s called high risk, high REWARD for a reason. Dawson climbs the buckles and upon reaching the top motions out to the crowd for cheers, but the fine people of Pittsburgh have nothing but hatred to show The Elite One. Dawson sneers at them, before leaping from his perch on the top rope, and landing on Hazard with a frog splash variant reminiscent of D-Lo Brown’s “Lo Down”. Alan Ducard: The frog splash from The Highlight of the Night, and now he’s hooking Hazard’s leg! ONE TWO THRE-NO! Hazard gets the shoulder up and this match will continue. Jimmy Yates: Hazard has showing us some resiliency here as Dawson connected fully with that top rope maneuver – but he’s been showing us resiliency since he arrived in his dealings with Frank Garvin. Hazard wants to wrestle less of a hardcore style, but that fortitude he developed in the hardcore ranks is going to serve him well no matter what division he chooses. Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah, he kicked out of the frog splash, but Dawson is still in control. You keep praising Hazard but he could be beaten with the next offensive series from The Highlight of the Night. Alan Ducard: Dawson had been stomping away at Hazard’s head and face, but he’s now bringing Hazard back to a vertical position, and there’s an Irish whip from Dawson to the ropes. Hazard coming back on the rebound, and Dawson lifts up and slams him down with the inverted atomic drop … INTO THE HUGE DDT! He almost took Hazard vertical there! The Highlight of the Night is making a quick cover! ONE TWO THRE-NO! Hazard gets his shoulders off the canvas to the frustration of Matthew Dawson and to the delight of this Pittsburgh crowd. Jimmy Yates: I don’t think Dawson really took Hazard seriously leading up to this match, but I think he’s really getting his eyes opened here tonight. Hazard won’t go away quietly – he’s going to fight until the bitter end. Bryan Harris: Sure he will Jimbo, but a valiant effort does not a winner make. Dawson doesn’t wait for Hazard to regain his feet, he takes off and comes off the ropes and dropkicks Hazard in the face just as he sits up, and he again quickly hooks the leg. Alan Ducard: Here’s another quick pin from The Highlight of the Night! ONE TWO THR-NO! And he kicks out just a bit faster even than last time. Bryan Harris: Dawson is going to have to find that one big shot if he’s going to put him away. Dawson allows Hazard to get back to his feet and sends him off on the Irish whip to the buckles. Dawson charges in at Hazard, but the One Man Riot comes charging out of the corner and hooks Dawson, slamming him down with a running STO! Alan Ducard: HUGE reversal from Hazard, driving Dawson into the canvas! Hazard now making his own cover! ONE TWO THR-NO! Dawson kicks out, but Hazard is up to his feet first and looks to maintain control. Hazard now moves behind The Highlight of the Night, pulling him into a seated position. Hazard gets a head of steam and flips over Dawson, snapping the neck down and jarring in a style reminding those fans in attendance of the late, great Curt Hennig. Alan Ducard: Hazard is back to working on that neck – and Dawson is looking to be in a bad way. Jimmy Yates: Dawson is still on the canvas clutching at his neck after that last move Alan – so much so that Don Bower is actually checking on the man who chastised him earlier in the … Here comes hazard! Alan Ducard: Hazard pushes past Bower and drops a knee on Dawson’s forehead, and now he’s pulling Dawson up into a standing headscissors … he pulls up and … PILEDRIVER! Hazard with the piledriver on Dawson! Hazard moving into position and making the cover! ONE TWO THREE-NO! Bryan Harris: Now it’s Hazard’s turn to be shocked – Ha! Where’s your comment about Dawson’s resiliency now Jimbo? Hazard moves back, allowing Dawson to push up to his feet, and he kicks Dawson in the midsection to double him over, and then he comes through with a running knee, driving it up into Dawson’s face, and knocking him back down to the canvas. Alan Ducard: Hazard is moving quickly here, trying to stay on Dawson. Hazard with the Irish whip now and there’s the clothesline taking Dawson down, and Hazard goes on the move again, and he leaps up – Shining Wiz-NO! Dawson dodges! Jimmy Yates: That was the set-up to the Flatscan! Dawson just dodged a huge bullet! Alan Ducard: Dawson is up and he has Hazard by the legs and … he’s lifting up and … REVERSE POWERBOMB! Bryan Harris: What an amazing show of strength! Alan Ducard: Yes, it was impressive, but can he follow-up? Dawson now is heading to the buckles … Jimmy Yates: Dawson is taking the turnbuckle cover off! Dawson is trying to expose that steel. Bryan Harris: Hazard’s hardcore this shouldn’t be a problem for him. Jimmy Yates: Yes Bry, but Dawson’s again trying to cheat! He’s almost got that cover off and here comes Don Bower – admonishing Dawson, and Dawson still is taking that cover off! Alan Ducard: I think Bower is threatening to disqualify Dawson, and finally The Highlight of the Night is backing off and Bower is trying to put that turnbuckle pad back on that dangerous steel. Dawson backs away, and as Hazard is getting to his feet, Dawson goes low, delivering a huge kick to Hazard’s crotch as Bower’s back is turned! The crowd is IRATE with those actions, and jeers fill the Mellon Arena. Before Hazard can fall, Dawson moves behind him and and leaps up as if going for a lung blower. However, instead of putting his knees in Hazard’s back, he clasps Hazard by the head and putts his knees into Hazard’s skull, and drops back, jarring Hazard’s head like a “reverse codebreaker”. Alan Ducard: What an impact! Don Bower is focused back on the match now, and Dawson has the legs hooked! ONE TWO THREE! The bell sounds amidst a torrent of boos, and Josephina Colbert goes live on the mic. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match, and moving on in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament … The Highlight of the Night … Mathew Daaaaaaaawson! Bryan Harris: Dawson pulled off a great move to win this match … it wasn’t “The Ultimate Highlight” but it was impressive indeed. Alan Ducard: As far as I know he has not named that move Bryan, but after using it to pick up the pinfall here tonight, I’m sure we’ll see it again in future bouts. Jimmy Yates: It was an impressive move guys, but it was set up with a low blow – another cheap tactic by Matthew Dawson. Bryan Harris: You say cheap, I say effective Jimbo. The bottom line … Dawson moves on.
Once again we go backstage, and we find Laura Seton; in her street clothes of white Nikes, jeans, a white shirt with something like a Jackson Pollack artwork on it in various colors, her hair tied in a small braid. She seems to be on a search for something and it is not long before she finds it-er-whom; her sister Madison, in the midst of eating an ice cream sandwich, making her way back after the 'meeting' with Smith Cartwright. Laura: Where the heck were you? Madison: Looking for ice cream. Laura: And that took you all this time?? Madison: (taking a bite) Yeah. Laura: (chuckling) Why am I sensing a lie? Madison: Just don't worry about it, okay? Laura: If you say so. Suddenly, we see Justin Moreno backstage, wearing his LEGACY Merchandise T-Shirt with a Monster Energy Drink baseball cap and a pair of old-school baggy black JNCO Jeans with Vans high-tops and a pair of aviator sunglasses as Laura starts to speak. Laura: Oh, hey Justin! How are you? Don't worry, I didn't take offense to what you said last time we saw each other. I know you didn't mean any of it. J-Mo: Don't you have somewhere else to be? *sarcasm* I would’ve thought LEGACY's big WNBA star doesn't look bad in the ring? Laura looks puzzled, not understanding his attitude at all. Laura: Now come on. That's uncalled for. Madison: Dude, just shut up. Laura: MADISON! J-Mo: That's REAL nice, hiding behind your sister's skirt... REAL classy behavior for a publicity stunt, erm, champion... Laura: What? No...hey, don't insult me. If I actually were to have said something to have provoked you, yeah-I'd understand why you'd be mad at me. I haven't, so this is just crazy. J-Mo: Crazy? You want to know what's crazy? Having to watch everything around you professionally and personally crumble and there not being one damn thing I can do to stop it... Madison narrows her brow. Madison: Now I see why your wife would rather be a crackhead than be with you... Laura gives a huge grimace, a look of "Why did you just say that?" as she gives a small moan. Madison: (super sarcastically, playing on Moreno's phrase) And I know this...MAN!! J-Mo: You know, I have never hit a woman in my life because that's not how I was brought up, but your ass is pushing it! Laura quickly steps between the two, trying her best to keep them apart. Laura: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! (turning to Madison) Keep quiet Madison! (to Moreno) STOP IT! Go take a good look at yourself and see what you're becoming. This isn't right. J-Mo: Whatever... I don't need this anymore. Like Lance Bass from N*Sync... I'm out. J-Mo walks off completely disgusted as Laura looks shocked and revolted by what just happened herself as we cut back to the announcer's booth.
We are following a man who looks to be visibly drunk. He takes three steps to the left. Four to the right, crashing into production table. We spin around the man seeing a disheveled Herbert J. Moxley. His face around the eyes is purple from bruises that have set in secondary to a two-tiers onslaught from Loco Martinez at STRIFE 53. Herb’s not wearing the trademark glasses that were cruelly crushed by Anarchy's employer. He has facial scruff and his hair is a bit more un-kept than usual. Herb looks like garbage. Moxley: *slurs heavily* sssorry. He gets up and stumbles a few more steps before slamming into a a wall of a man. The camera pulls back revealing T.Rex, on half of Anarchy. Rex smirks down at Moxley. T.Rex: Sup, runt? Where you going off to? Moxley stares glassy eyed at T.Rex and goes to push past him, but Teddy puts his right hand out on Mox's forehead stopping him. T.Rex looks down at the brown paper bag that holds the forty that Mox has been walking with. T.Rex snatches it. Moxley: Hey! that's MINE! T.Rex: Not any more... and consider yourself lucky this is ALL I'm takin' right now. T.Rex walks off taking a huge swig of the 40 ouncer and laughing like a bully who just scored some lunch money. Moxley stares on after the Cirque du MoFo member drunkenly.
Alan Ducard: Up third tonight is the penultimate second round match of the evening pitting Devastation against Adam Davis – the two who squared off eight months ago at LEGACY X with the Tao of Valor Championship changing hands that evening. Bryan Harris: That was a hell of a match, and although Devastation came through that night with the title, don’t think that Adam Davis is going to let him get away with another win. Jimmy Yates: You make it sound like Devastation had to steal that win, but may I remind you that Devastation is a former World Champion! Bryan Harris: What, and Adam Davis’ World Title reign didn’t count just because it wasn’t in LEGACY? Now I might not buy into his talk about how LEGACY was sub-par before he got here, but he’s damn sure making it better now that he’s here, and the higher up the ranks he gets in LEGACY, the more legit our main event gets. Alan Ducard: I don’t see there being anything wrong with the LEGACY roster – now or at any time in LEGACY history, but Adam Davis is a talented individual, and if he can get to the main event he could do quite well. I think Devastation’s performances with the World Title on the line speak well enough about his credentials… and you’d have to think that whomever wins the Hawkins Memorial tournament will be looking forward to a World Title shot at some point. Let’s get to the footage and see who gets to advance to the semi-finals of this year’s Hawkins Memorial Tournament. Start of Match Footage Devastation has Davis in a wrist lock and yanks down on the arm as if trying to pull it free of the shoulder. Davis shows a slight expression of pain on his face, but doesn't make a sound. Dev goes to turn the wrist lock into an arm bar, but Davis does a cartwheel to get out of the wrist lock and reverse the move into an arm bar of his own. Alan Ducard: These two men are very familiar with each other, as they have competed against each other for various companies so it makes things difficult wrestling someone who is somewhat familiar with your style. The Iceman gives a kick to the back of Devastation's leg causing him to drop to one leg. Davis let's go of the arm bar and delivers a dropkick to the back of devastation's head sending him face first to the mat. Jimmy Yates: It's not just about winning with these two it's about showing the other man up. These two have faced each other for titles, in battle royals and in various tournaments over the past few years. Davis advances to make another attack but Dev sweeps the Iceman's legs out from underneath him and rolls up to his feet and immediately grabs Davis's ankle and goes for an ankle lock, but they are to close to the ropes and Davis grabs the bottom rope screaming at the ref to get Dev off him. Bryan Harris: Both men would love to have the bragging rights to say they won the Dave Hawkins memorial tournament, and they would love to say they beat the other man to do it. Also let's not forget that Adam Davis is a former two time Assassination Tango champion winning it back to back. The first year he beat 15 other men, the second year he beat 23 other men under all sorts of different rules and conditions. Davis was made for this sort of tournament. Devastation lets go of the hold and lets Davis get back to his feet. As soon as Davis is to his fee he is bombarded with a series of strikes before Dev grabs him and lifts him up into the air for a vertical suplex and holds him there. Davis tries to wiggle free so dev falls back slamming him to the mat, but doesn't let go of him and pulls him back up to his feet. Alan Ducard: Dev isn't letting go he's going for another. Dev lifts Davis up for another vertical suplex and stalls holding him in mid-air letting the blood rush to his head. Davis tries to wiggle free and after a moment Devastation loses his grip and Davis slides down behind him and executes a german suplex. Jimmy Yates: Some how Davis was able to escape that hold and deliver a suplex of his own, but he's being just as stubborn as Dev and isn't letting go. Davis keeps a hold of Dev and pulls him up and is about to go for a second when Dev pulls Davis's hands apart and slides behind him and tosses Davis over his head with a belly to back suplex with a bridge. One Two Davis gets shoulder up and both men fall to their side, but Dev still doesn't let go. Jimmy Yates: That is good old fashioned determination ad Dev still refusing to let go of his position after both men have swapped multiple suplex variations. Devastation twists Davis around and grabs his leg and lifts him up into the air with a picture perfect fishermen suplex. One Two Davis some how pops his shoulder up again, and Devastation shakes his head in disbelief, but doesn't let go. He locks Davis into a full nelson, using it to pull him to his feet, and then goes to execute a full nelson suplex, but the iceman uses the momentum to flip over Devastation's back and grab him by the neck and lock him in a dragon sleeper in the center of the ring. Davis puts one knee into Devastation's back. Alan Ducard: Smart thinking by Davis by putting that knee into Dev's back not only does it apply mor pressure to devastation, but it also gives Davis some stability to rest a moment after taking the thumping impact from those various suplexes. Davis screams at the ref to ask Dev if he quits, and pulls back on the neck more. Dev screams no so Davis stands back up and grabs a hand full of tights with one hand lifts devastation up into the air and slams him down face first into the mat with a dragonsleeper suplex. Davis rolls him over and hooks the leg. One Two Kick out Bryan Harris: That was three, I could of counted to five. Where do they find these refs. Jimmy Yates: I'd be surprised if you could count to five. Both men lay on the mat exhausted trying to think of their next plan of action. Davis is to his feet first and takes a step back and seems to be measuring devastation up for something as Dev gets to his feet. Davis jumps forward with a super kick, but Devastation is able to slide out of the way and grab the Iceman by the arm and whip him toward the ropes, as he does this the crowd starts to jeer loudly. Jimmy Yates: Why has the crowd turned on Devastation? Bryan Harris: They are finally starting to understand the Iceman's talent. Alan Ducard: I don't think those jeers are for Devastation. It seems Matthew Dawson has made his way to ringside. Dawson looks on as neither of the two combatants have seen him yet. Davis rebounds off the ropes as Devastation bends down for a back body drop, but does so a moment to soon, as Davis stops in his tracks and sends a knee into Dev's jaw straightening him out. The Iceman then goes for a Russian leg sweep and as they hit the mat he doesn't let go but instead turns it into a modified cross face submission. Alan Ducard: An innovative move from the Iceman, and if he can keep this locked in we might see a rare submission loss from Devastation. The ref checks with Devastation asking him if he wants to submit, but he says no. He tries to inch towards the ropes, but it is too far away. Dev tries to inch forward again, but there is resistance, something stopping him from pulling himself towards the ropes. The ref checking to see if Dev wants to give up doesn't see Matthew Dawson holding on to his ankle. Jimmy Yates: That slimy scoundrel is going to cost Devastation the match as the ref doesn't see him holding Dev's ankle so he can't grab the rope. Bryan Harris: Oddly enough you are wrong as usual Jimmy. Dawson isn't keeping Devastation from pulling himself to the bottom rope on the far side, he is actually pulling him towards the ropes in the other direction for some reason. Dawson had realized Devastation wouldn't have the energy to pull himself to the ropes, but his feet were closer to the ropes then his hands so Dawson reached under the rope behind everyone's back and yanked Dev a few inches backward to rest his foot on the bottom rope. As soon as Dawson was fully outside the ring he yelled to the ref to get his attention and pointed at Dev's foot on the ropes. The ref saw it and called for Davis to break the hold. Jimmy Yates: Dawson wasn't trying to cost Dev the match, it's like he has said he wants Dev to advance so he can get his hands on him later in the tournament. Davis gets to his feet and starts arguing with the ref, while Devastation is confused at what just happened. He then looks out and sees Dawson at ringside and realizes what happened. Dev gets up to a knee and sticks his head through the second and third rope yelling at Dawson telling him he doesn't want his help. Dawson just smiles at Dev while he screams and slowly reaches his hand into his pocket and then throws a handful of what appears to be salt into Devastation's face. Alan Ducard: Dawson wasn't trying to help Devastation at all it was a trick, and now it looks like he may have blinded him. Bryan Harris: What? It was salt, Dawson was trying to wish him luck. John James must have taught him that. In Japan Sumo wrestlers throw salt over their shoulders before a match as a sort of blessing. Dawson was just trying to give Devastation his blessing. Devastation stumbles up to his feet pawing at his face trying to get the salt out of his eyes. Dawson just turns and walks back up the ramp to the back. Davis sees Dev get to his feet out of the corner of his eyes and stops arguing with the ref and turns towards Devastation lifting him up onto his shoulders and spinning him around into a TKO neck breaker he calls the Cold Shoulder. Davis quickly makes the cover hooking the leg. One... Two... Three! Josephina Colbert: Your Winner, and moving on to the next round of the Dave Hawkins tournament, the "Iceman"... Adam Davis!! Davis gets to his feet and celebrates demanding the ref raise his hand as the fans boo loudly, and Davis just smiles as he slides out of the ring and heads towards the back leaving Devastation in the ring. Alan Ducard: Well the recordbooks will show a victory for Adam Davis and a loss on Devastation's record, but there should be an asterisk in there somewhere to account for the involvement of Matthew Dawson! Bryan Harris: I don't know what it is with you people and your asterisks, but just like Barry Bonds, there's no need for any special markings here. Adam Davis wins this match, he's the superior competitor, and he becomes the third semi-finalist. Jimmy Yates: That ending was bologna and you know it, Bryan! This was supposed to not only be a second round Hawkins match, but it was also supposed to be the rubber match third meeting between Davis and Devastation - who split the first two matches with a victory a piece! Bryan Harris: What can I say? Fate stepped in and made sure the more talented, worthy competitor came out on top tonight! Alan Ducard: Someone got involved, but it certainly wasn't fate.
White D&G tennis shoes. No socks. White linen pants. White leather belt with an all-white oval belt buckle with a horseshoe relief. White linen shirt with a navy blue "JT" embroidered on the left breast pocket and matching navy blue embroidering on the collar, which is unbuttoned. John Thomas' highly fashionable attire is in stark contrast to that of the Macy's bargain suit wearing Andrew Kelley, who is holding the microphone out in front of John. John Thomas: Thank you, Andrew, for taking the time out of your arduous schedule to stand in front of me saying as few words as possible while allowing me this opportunity to share my thoughts and feelings about the current state of LEGACY in this forum. Andrew looks around nervously. Andrew Kelly: Are you . sure . you want to be doing this? JT shakes his head at Andrew, as Andrew looks around yet again. Andrew Kelly: There's a rumor he's here and he's looking for you tonight, and I don't . JT pulls the microphone up to his lips and away from Andrew, and is rebuked. With one hand, John Thomas reaches out and pulls the microphone back while simultaneously lifting a single finger to his own lips, shushing Andrew as if he were but a child. John Thomas: I got this, Andrew. Don't ruin this for the people. Andrew rolls his eyes, but John is too self absorbed to notice. John Thomas: Everything I have said in regards to Greyson Blade is TRUE. The Outlaw is a FRAUD. The accolades and respect - it's all completely misguided. You people at home sit around a cheer him like he's some kind of superstar - some kind of Legend, and somehow I'm the one talked about as having "unfulfilled potential" and "missed opportunities. Yet, here I stand completely undefeated against The Outlaw. JT smiles arrogantly into the camera. John Thomas: Here I stand as everything he is not . I'm a wrestler, not a glorified thug. I'm a man of class . JT runs a hand down showing off his outfit. John Thomas: I'm a man of taste . I come to every show with the hottest, classiest woman in this industry, and he's stuck going home to that faded, washed-up, hog of a wife who… JT never gets to finish his sentence as a massive fist is connects full force with JT's nose/face as he turns back to where Andrew Kelly was standing, but has now high-tailed it out of there. The force of the blow staggers JT giving The Outlaw the chance to toss him roughly headlong into the wall behind the interview set. Greyson angrily stalks in at him, looking to put a beating on JT while he's down. However, before Blade can start the boot party, security swarms the area, holding Blade back from Thomas. Greyson struggles against him, but the numbers are too great, and allow JT to get back to his feet. He reaches up to his face, and feel the warmth of the blood flowing freely from his nose, where it had begun to spatter and adorn his white outfit. John Thomas: You ASSHOLE!! WHAT. THE. HELL?!?! Unable to get to Greyson with all the security in the way, John makes a half-assed attempt to reach out and grab The Outlaw. John Thomas: This SHIRT costs more than your ENTIRE WARDROBE!! Does this look like a RING to you?! Waving one of his arms about, John clearly getting more frustrated as his other hand is trying to keep his nose from bleeding.. John Thomas: This isn’t OUTLAW land. We do things IN THE RING, Blade! And at this rate, you’ll be LUCKY to get another chance to earn your first victory against me, because this… Lifting his bloody lapel, tears start coming to John’s eyes. John Thomas: THIS is UNACCEPTABLE!! YOU have NO IDEA what you just did, Blade! NO IDEA!! Keeping his cool, Blade locks eyes with John. The Outlaw: Your ass is mine, Thomas. This case is
far from closed.
Wearing a black leather jacket with the sleeves cut off (it was designed that way, you fashionably challenged), Osamu Hayashi is picking up a Sugar Free Red Bull from the catering table where he's approached by road agent Carter Franklin. After locking eyes and realizing that Carter is there to talk to him, Osamu opens the Red Bull and takes a sip from it. Carter Franklin: You might want to wait to drink any more of that. Osamu Hayashi: I need it to kick in to give me more energy for ringside match watching. The road agent shakes his head. Carter Franklin: Nope. That's what I'm here to tell you... you're not authorized to be at ringside for the World Tag Title match tonight. Hayashi's eyes get big. Carter Franklin: The front office sent me to come tell you. Just because you're a member of the Agents of Destiny, that doesn't mean you're a Tag Champ, and because the front office is certain that you would interfere in the match, YOU have been banned from ringside. Slowly, Osamu lowers his hand, putting the Red Bull onto the table, a dazed look in his eyes.
Alan Ducard: Two weeks ago at STRIFE 53, Chris Turner approached Crazy Boy, and in doing so, made it know that he intends to be the next No Limits champion. Bryan Harris: A lotta people think that the only reason Chris Turner hasn’t won the No Limits title already is because he hasn’t gotten a fair shot at it – primarily because the guys who sign my paychecks were afraid that they’d have to write a BIG paycheck for a wrongful death lawsuit from whoever Turner ends up killing! Jimmy Yates: That’s probably a valid concern, because for a while there, Chris Turner wasn’t only dangerous, he was down-right WRECKLESS! Alan Ducard: I believe tonight’s match speaks to that effect, with this No Limits contest between Chris Turner and Crazy Boy being non-title. Bryan Harris: It’s just like what happened with “Milk & Cookies” Laura Seton. The front office knew their “popular” champion was going to lose, so they gave him a non-title match so he could live to defend another day. Jimmy Yates: I don’t see any reason why Crazy Boy can’t beat Chris Turner here tonight. He doesn’t need to do anything more to prove to me that he’s tough after what I saw him go through at Glimmer of Hope. Bryan Harris: Yeah, well I thank my lucky stars that you aren’t the one determining who has talent and who doesn’t. Let’s get to the footage. Start of Match Footage Bryan Harris: Alright! We get to watch Crazyboy die! I’m excited about this. I mean, we’ve seen him get lucky so many times now, but there is only so many times a guy can get lucky before someone just really kicks his ass. Chris Turner has every edge possible over Crazyboy. Alan Ducard: Speed? Bryan Harris: EVERY EDGE POSSIBLE! Alan Ducard: Well, whatever, I’m just worried that this match is going to be corrupted by Ethan Leers. Bryan Harris: Corrupted? That would just make things more fun. I mean, can you imagine how great it would be to watch Leers and Turner double team Crazyboy? And, no, before you guys make some kind of homo joke, I’m talking about them both beating him up together. Alan Ducard: I wasn’t going to make that joke, and, come on, Leers is going to help the guy who beat him up last week. Bryan Harris: …maybe? Jimmy Yates: Okay okay, enough of that you two. Let’s remind the match that this match is NOT a No Limits Championship match- Bryan Harris: Unfortunately. Jimmy Yates: BUT IT IS a No Limits match. So, Chris Turner vs. Crazyboy, no rules. Here we go! Chris Turner and Crazyboy both look exhausted as they stand across the ring from each other, both with steel chairs in their hands. Turner goes forward, swinging the chair hard. CB ducks and quickly gets behind Turner, smashing his chair into the lower back of Turner. Turner drops down to one knee and then gets plastered in the back, knocking him forward. CB then holds the chair close to his body and backflips, moonsaulting onto the chair and Turner’s back! CB drops the chair and clutches his chest. Alan Ducard: Crazyboy sacrifices his own body to damage Turner! Bryan Harris: Which is just stupid. Jimmy Yates: Turner seems to be really hurting right now, Bryan. Bryan Harris: JUST STUPID! CB stands back up, clutching his chest, and wincing. Bryan Harris: See, he can barely capitalize. CB grabs the chair again and begins to climb up the turnbuckles. As he is doing so, the crowd begins to boo as Ethan Leers makes his way to the ring, a pipe in hand. CB doesn’t seem to notice as he steadies himself on the top turnbuckle, holding the chair in hand. Ethan leaps over the guard rail, hops on the apron, and before CB knows what is going on, Ethan slams the pipe into the back of CB’s leg, causing CB to fly off the turnbuckle and hit the mat face first! Bryan Harris: FINALLY! Something good! CB rolls on the ground in pain as Ethan enters the ring, the crowd booing extra loud. Ethan begins to stop down on CB, laughing as he does so. Turner has worked his way to his hands and knees by this point. Ethan helps CB up to his knees and he SMASHES the tip of the pipe into CB’s face, causing CB to bleed from his forehead. Ethan then helps CB up completely and kicks him in the stomach. He proceeds to place CB in the standing head scissors, lifts, and puts CB in the position for the Widow’s Peak, but flips CB over and drops CB on his head with a modified piledriver! Bryan Harris: REVOLUTION DRIVER! I LOVE IT! Alan Ducard: Why is this match continuing?! I mean, come on! Jimmy Yates: It’s No Limits, Alan. No Disqualification. Turner is now up, and he sees what Ethan has done. Turner just shrugs and drops down to pin. ONE! TWO! THR-Ethan suddenly pulls Turner off of Crazyboy. Turner can barely respond before Ethan drives the pipe into Turner’s face. Turner begins to bleed like CB. Ethan yells down at Turner “NO ONE F**KING TOUCHES ME!” before stomping down on Turner’s head, repeatedly. He lifts Turner up, kicks him in the stomach, hit’s the ropes, and leaps, landing with his knees on Turner’s back and turning, bending Turner over his knees! Bryan Harris: REVOLUTION BREAKER! Ethan Leers just took control of a match he’s not even IN! Alan Ducard: He attacked both those men from behind? You are REALLY going to justify that? Bryan Harris: Yes. Yes I am. Leers kicks Turner in the face, numerous times, further causing Turner to bleed profusely. Leers is now yelling “Don’t you f**king DARE! TYRONE IS F**KING MINE!” Once Leers feels that Turner is not going to get up, Leers leaves the ring with one of the steels chairs, unfolding it and sitting in it. Both Turner and CB lie in the ring, their faces a bloody mess. Leers smiles at the scene before him, actually swiping a beer from a fan and drinking it. Alan Ducard: Jesus, he’s even drinking on the job. Jimmy Yates: And stealing from a fan. Bryan Harris: God he’s SOO COOL! The referee begins the count and gets all the way to seven before CB is finally up. CB has to rest against the turnbuckle and wipe blood out of his eyes. Turner is the next one up, and CB stumbles forward, launching a few forearm shots at Turner. Turner back pedals, retreating, and CB stays on him, but it’s an incredibly tired chase, and it’s clear that both men have very little left in the tank. Jimmy Yates: The first half of this match saw intense action between these two men, and after all that and the attack by Leers, neither man seems to have anything left. CB turns to Leers and glares at him. When CB turns back to Turner, Turner launches out a kick to the gut. Instead of going for a power move, Turner just launches punches, to exhausted to toss CB around. CB, being smaller, is now on the retreat as Turner chases CB into a turnbuckle and beats CB down with clubbing blows. Once CB is down, Turner picks him back up, slowly, and launches a VICIOUS head butt, causing CB’s leg to go rubbery. Bryan Harris: VICIOUS head butt. CB is now done, I’d say. Turner drags CB to the middle of the ring and makes a sloppy pin. ONE! TWO! THR-CB gets the shoulder up! Turner gets up and launches some lazy forearms before pinning again. ONE! TWO! THRE-CB gets the shoulder up! Turner looks frustrated, wiping blood
out of his eyes. Turner slowly stands up and tries to lift CB with him,
but CB is able to trip up Turner with a lazy double leg takedown. CB
mounts and begins to launch punches, but Turner is quickly able to power
CB off of him. However, while he is on his back, CB launches both his
feet out and kicks Turner in the head! CB crawls over and pins! TWO! Turner kicks out quickly after two. CB slowly staggers his way to his feet and sees one of the steel chairs from earlier. However, as he goes for it, the fans again begin to boo as Ethan stands up and folds the chair. CB turns to Ethan and holds his own chair up, screaming for Ethan to get in the ring and try something. However, there is no time, as the fans get quiet as DAMIEN BLACK makes his way to the ring. Bryan Harris: The hell is he doing here for? Alan Ducard: I think the silence from these fans shows that no one really is sure of that answer. Black has his trademark chain wrapped around his fist, and once he gets to the ring, he immediately heads for Leers, causing the crowd to cheer loudly! Leers makes his way towards Black and suddenly THROWS the chair at Black. Black, however, punches the chair with the chain wrapped hand, swatting it away. The fans cheer even louder as a look of terror crosses Leers face. He can be seen mouthing “f**k this” as he backtracks away from Black. Black stops chasing and looks back to the ring, keeping his eye on Leers. Meanwhile, Turner is back up, and Crazyboy has not noticed, being distracted by the happenings outside the ring. Bryan Harris: Look behind you stupid! Chris Turner lashes out, grabbing Crazyboy from behind and DROPPING him with a Reverse DDT. Jimmy Yates: And that’s the Masked Vengeance. Turner is going for the pin! ONE! TWO! THREE! Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, at a time of 16 minutes and 23 seconds…CHRIS TURNER!! Bryan Harris: YES! Take that, fake No Limits Champion! Turner stands tall in the ring, and he stares down at the No Limits Championship, which Damien Black is conveniently in the way of. Black stares back up at Turner, an evil look hiding behind the hockey mask. Leers simply looks at Crazyboy and Turner, laughing maniacally, while CB works his way back to his feet. Bryan Harris: Told you guys he couldn’t hang. Alan Ducard: Come on! That match should have ended when Leers got involved. Jimmy Yates: That’s the way the No Limits Division, and while I don’t think Crazyboy is an undeserving champion, this does go down as a win for Chris Turner.
Cutting backstage we find ourselves just outside the door to Adam Davis’ locker room. There is a noticeable sound of disapproval from the audience as Landon Savage appears on the screen and knocks on the door. As knocking is only a formality for a man of Savage’s stature, he flings the door open without waiting for a response and steps in. Ledge reclines in a folding chair on the opposite end of the room. He turns the page in the magazine he is reading, completely unfazed by the interruption. Landon Savage: I thought I might find you here. Ledge: You know, making entrances like that is a good way to get an eyeful of man-ass…or worse. Which is okay for me, but I don’t imagine that you’re the type that would get a kick out of that. Savage smirks at the Legacy newcomer. Landon Savage: I was told you had a mouth on you, just be careful that you keep it in line when you’re around me. Ledge: Hey, do me a favor? Come over here and tell me what you think of this floral arrangement… Landon Savage: I didn’t come here to discuss china patterns, Ledgerwood. You turned a few heads in the front office with that… display… you put on last week, mine in particular. Still… while I can’t pretend that either of those boys in El Chupacabra is my favorite person in Legacy, we can’t have you roughing up our talent week after week… Ledge scoffs. Savage reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out several neatly folded sheets of paper. Landon Savage: …without getting a little something in return that is. Just sign on the dotted line and you’re in. Ledge lowers his magazine and turns to face Savage for the first time since he entered the locker room. A sly half-smile crosses his lips as he snatches the contract from Savage’s hands and signs it, flinging it back in Savage’s general direction before returning to his magazine. Landon Savage: Not even going to read it, eh? Not the smartest move, but you won’t hear me complaining. Ledge sighs and returns his gaze to Savage. Ledge: Look… buddy. I’m not doing this for money. Or titles. Or fame. Or glory. I’m not doing this to be remembered or respected. I’m not here to make friends. I have all of that. I’m here for one reason, plain and simple: To have fun. You don’t seem like the type to impede a guy like me having fun, so why read it? Landon Savage: Heh, fun? Ledge: Damn right. And baby? So far I’m having a f*cking blast. Now…if you’ll excuse me… Ledge slides past Savage leaving him with a smile on his face.
The scene opens up to TMB rushing through the hallway when he is stopped by a reporter trying to get a scoop. TMB tries to avoid the reporter but the reporter is focused on getting the interview. Reporter: Hey…hold on…TMB, TMB…we would like to get a word with you about your match at the last show!!! TMB: You want to know how I feel, is that right? Reporter: Yes… TMB grabs the reporter by the neck and pulls him in closer. TMB: Jester took the beating of a lifetime and slide out by the skin of his teeth. Right now he should be praying to every God that he can look up. And thank them for allowing him not only the chance to survive, but slide out with the win of his life. TMB lets the reporter go and smiles. TMB: But hey…things happen right. I mean you can win all of them. All you can do is dust yourself off and get ready for the next battle no matter who that may be. I tell you what though…the next person I beat within a inch of their lives, like I did with Jester…trust me, they will not be so lucky. TMB turns around and begins to walk away. But stops for a moment. TMB: Even if it is someone like that over-hyped, six foot six Jolly Roger bitch like Cervantes. TMB laughs as he continues down the hallway.
Conrad Kirk and Joey Shepard walk down a crowded hallway in the back near catering. Casino is one giant step behind them, parting the sea of personnel like a one-eyed Mexican Moses. Amidst those parting people is Preston Thompkins. Microphone in hand, he watches HGH walk past everyone and awkwardly speaks up. Preston Thompkins: Um... Homies! Uh, Homies? Preston looks away for a moment, surprised at himself for shouting “Homies”. Nevertheless, he continues. Joey and Conrad appear to be too stoned to notice but Casino pats them on the shoulder with his large hands, taking them out of their trance. Both Joey and Conrad turn to face Preston. Preston Thompkin: Hey! Homies Gettin... you know... uh, you have a moment? Joey and Conrad look at each other, shrugging. Conrad: What chu’ need, dawg? Preston looks a little weirded out by this question, but presses onward nonetheless. Preston Thompkins: After that loss to the Flying Avengers a few weeks ago, some of the fans in LEGACY Land have been wondering “What’s next for the Homies”? So I ask you gentlemen... what is indeed next for the Homies? Joey: What we... doin’... next?! Yo......... yooooooooooo....YOOOO.... you on crack, son?! Joey and Conrad look at each other, cackling almost at the irony of the question. Conrad: What you THINK we doin’ next, n***?! You see the shit that FLESH Light and BOY Sparkles did to us, yo? You think we gon’ take dat shit lyin’ down?! Aww HELLZ to the NAH... Joey: We like a couple of muthaf***in’ elephants, yo. We don’t fo’get... Conrad: And we don’t fo’give. Joey: Shit dude, you just f***in’ ruined it. Conrad: What?! Joey: Elephants never fo’get... it shoulda ended there. But you had to go and add yo’ thang to it. Conrad: F*** you, n****!!! Preston sighs as Casino points Joey and Conrad back in the right direction, enduring their bickering the whole way.
Jimmy Yates: Moving into the second half of the show, we get a match for the World Tag Team Championships between El Chupacabra and the men who ended the historic reign of Domination – Mirage and Lucien Gray – the duo known as the Agents of Destiny. Alan Ducard: Diego de Cardenas and Hector Rodriguez have been clamoring for quite a while about deserving a chance to fight in a two-on-two match for the belts… Bryan Harris: So now we get to see a title match between the only two teams to ever take the World Tag Team Championships from Domination. Jimmy Yates: The El Chupacabra are a real good tag team, and on their best day they’d give AoD hell… but the big question is whether or not they’re going to be ready - Hector Rodriguez with his leg issues going back to Glimmer of Hope - and Diego with the attack he suffered at the hands of Ledge and Adam Davis back at STRIFE 53. Bryan Harris: El Chupa is going to be ready for this match. Diego and Hector are tough hombres, and they wouldn’t get into the ring if they weren’t ready. Alan Ducard: Well that’s one storyline going into this match, because on STRIFE 53, the last time anyone saw Jen X, she was approached by the Agents of Destiny, we heard a scream, and then nothing more. Bryan Harris: I don’t know where she is or what’s going on with her, but she’s gotta be in a better place than before, because I have heard that she broke up with Herb Moxley. Jimmy Yates: At current, that’s just an unfounded rumor as far as I’m concerned, and I am hoping that we get more information on that tonight. I wouldn’t be surprised if Herb Moxley were to show up during this match. Alan Ducard: I would imagine that Mirage has something in mind to keep Moxley from affecting the outcome of this – their first title defense, but so long as El Chupacabra is fit enough to get between the ropes here tonight, they stand a decent chance at coming away with the World Tag Team Championships, so the Agents of Destiny will have to deal with that. Start of Match Footage We begin with Hector Rodriguez and Marcus Mirage in the ring. Looks like Mirage is clutching his abdomen defensively. A swift kick from Hector doubles Mirage over, Hector lunges forward and reaches around Mirage’s waist – GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!! Hector runs, making a quick high-five tag to Diego. Diego hops onto the top turn buckle with impressive ease and leaps – FROG SPLASH onto the fallen Mirage! Diego hooks the leg and Leonard Nolan makes the count. One… Kickout!! Alan Ducard: Excellent teamwork by El Chupacabra thus far in this match, but it will take more to keep a veteran like Mirage down. Diego locks Mirage into a front face lock, dragging him away from a seething Lucien Grey and back towards Hector. Hector slaps his partner on the back and they set Mirage up for a double team when suddenly the CROWD picks up as two men emerge from backstage. Hector and Diego send Mirage into the rope with a double Irish whip, just as the camera cuts to the entrance way we see two men carrying lawn chairs. Jimmy Yates: Its Ledge and Adam Davis!! What are they doing here? Bryan Harris: Maybe they’ve come to finish what Ledge started last time, and smash in Diego’s forehead a bit more. Back in the ring Mirage finds himself in a bad way as El Chupcabra DRILLS him with a huge DOUBLE HIP TOSS!! Lucien is gripping the ropes so tightly his knuckles turn white, desperately wanting in on the action. Just outside the ring Adam Davis and Ledge set up the lawn chairs and take a seat, both men lounging back. Hector drops a quick elbow on Marcus Mirage as Diego heads back to his corner. Hector makes the pin, Leonard with the count. One… Diego’s eyes go wide at the sight of Davis and Ledge outside the ring. He starts shouting profanities in Spanish!! Two… Mirage Kicks out!! Back in the ring Hector pulls Mirage up, not letting him get a moment to recoup. Hectors locks onto Mirage and lifts him up – VERTICLE SUPLEX INTO A BRAINBUSTER!! Hector goes for the pin!! Jimmy Yates: El Chupcabra is on fire… we may have new champions! Bryan Harris: Heh, well Jimbo, not if the ref doesn’t make the count. Hector continues to hold the leg locked, wondering where Leonard Nolan is. Referee Nolan is shouting alongside Diego, telling Ledge and Davis to go away from ringside. Davis shouts back something to the likes of “We’re just here to watch”. They continue to shout and Hector gets up, shouting for the referee to make the pin count. Mirage slithers up from behind, the referee still not looking, EUROPEAN UPPERCUT TO THE CROTCH!! The crowd goes “Oooh” as Hector twists his face in pain, toppling over onto his back. Mirage grabs Hector by his feet and pulls his legs apart in a wishbone position, STOMP TO THE GROIN!! Jimmy Yates: Ref pay attention, this is SO illegal!! Bryan Harris: Need I remind you again Jimbo? That’s only if the ref is looking. Alan Ducard: Seems like Adam Davis and Ledge’s desire for front row seats has given the Agents of Destiny an opportunity to turn things in their favor. Diego looks back and sees what happened to his partner. Mirage makes a tag to Lucien, slapping the 400 pound monster on the shoulder. Lucien steps over the top rope and stomps over to Hector as Diego races over to help his fallen friend. Lucien lurches his head sideways and sees Diego running towards him with his good eye, he GRABS DIEGO BY THE THROAT!! Diego flails his arms around wildly and now Hector is up and runs to the ropes to get some momentum, he charges Lucien who still has Diego by the neck, Lucien lifts his boot BIG BOOT TO HECTOR WHO SPINS AFTER RUNNING INTO THAT WALL!! With the legal man, Hector, taken out of the equation, Lucien lifts the 5’8” Diego with ease – MASSIVE CHOKE SLAM!! Jimmy Yates: Lucien is cleaning house!! Outside the ring Ledge and Davis give a mocking golf clap and Lucien just grunts at them in retort, not amused. As Diego rolls out of the ring in pain Lucien lifts Hector to his feet by his hair. He wraps both massive hands around his neck CHOKE TOSS into the corner where Mirage is waiting. Mirage tags himself in as Lucien lifts Hector and whips him into the ropes. Hector hits the ropes, bounces, and comes stumbling back towards a looming Lucien. Lucien scoops him up setting him up for a SIDEWALK SLAM, as he’s about to drop Hector on his spine Mirage gets a piece of the action grabbing the back of Hector’s head and hitting him with a NECKBREAKER!! Alan Ducard: Great tandem maneuver by the champions!! Lucien climbs out of the ring as Mirage makes the pin; Diego is back on his feet on the outside. Offical makes the count… One… Diego ducks into the ring!! Two… Quick elbow drop from Diego – he makes the save!! Leonard Nolan shouts for Diego to get out of the ring as Mirage gets up. Marcus suddenly steps past the ref and PUNCHES Diego in the forehead, right in the healing gash courtesy of Ledge. The crowd again goes “oooohh!!” as Diego bounces in pain back to his corner where Ledge and Adam Davis continue to watch on nearby in their lawn chairs. Back in the ring Mirage locks Hector in a wrist lock, using this as leverage to pull the other man to his feet. Mirage delivers some swift kicks to the ribs and Hector shouts out in pain with each kick. H-Rod manages to pull his wrist free and counter by placing Mirage in a hammer lock. A very un-sportsmanly reverse headbutt to the face helps Mirage counter with a hammer lock of his own. Keeping the lock tight the leader of AoD shoves Hector forward. Hector hits the turnbuckle hard and stumbles backwards. Mirage locks on a reverse headlock fluidly, using all the muscles of his body in unison he lifts Hector up and backwards, ending with a falling neckbreaker!! THE MOURNING STAR!! Bryan Harris: Oh it’s over for the big chalupa now!! Mirage makes the pin and Diego is livid!! Nolan makes the count and Diego De Cardenas again hoists himself to the top turn buckle. One… Diego Leaps – CORKSCREW SENTON SPLASH LANDS ON TOP OF MIRAGE!! Jimmy Yates: Montezuma's Revenge makes the save!!!! Lucien is in the ring in a heartbeat and Leonard Nolan is having a hard time of getting things under control. Lucien and Diego exchange blows but one double axe handle and Diego is easily over powered. Grabbing Diego by the back of his head Lucien Grey tosses the man over the top ropes, crashing him into the announce table!! Jimmy Yates: Woah! Bryan Harris: Bah! He spilled my drink! Lucien goes back to his corner, Leonard Nolan starts making the double knockout ten-count as both Mirage and Hector are not moving. One… Lucien starts stomping the mat with his boot, trying to wake up his partner. Two… The crowd starts to stir as someone emerges from back stage. Three… Bryan Harris: Hey lookie lookie who it is!! Diego shakes out some cobwebs in front of the announce table. Four… Alan Ducard: This is certainly unexpected… Mirage stirs and suddenly smiles as he sees who approaches the ring. Five… Ledge nudges Davis to look over his shoulder, saying something similar to “Who is that and what is SHE doing here?” Six… Wearing a black cocktail dress with a white lace choker Jen X walks past Davis and Ledge only to kneel beside Diego who smiles charmingly at her arrival. Jimmy Yates: Jen what are you doing?? Seven… Back in the ring, Mirage rolls over and he makes the pin as Hector is still not moving!! Nolan with the count… One… Alan Ducard: This could be it! Two… KICKOUT!! HECTOR STILL HAS SOME JUICE LEFT!! Jimmy Yates: Great resiliency… and… Is Jen flirting with Diego?? Bryan Harris: Sounds about right, he is about one notch up from Herb Moxley. Alan Ducard: Hmm, well if the tabloids are right both Jen X and Diego are newly single, although I thought Diego was still pulling for Hannah. Completely disinterested in her reasons for being there Leonard Nolan starts shouting for Jen X to leave the ringside. And Nolan also redoubles his efforts at getting Ledge and Adam Davis to leave ringside as well. With The ref distracted Lucien comes into the ring without being tagged. Mirage lifts H-Rod and irish whips him towards towards the larger man – HEADBUTT AGAINST THE GRILL OF LUCIEN’S MASK LEVELS HECTOR. Alan Ducard: This is preposterous! Davis and Ledge continue to contend they’re only there to watch the match as the ref continues to point to the exit -- while Diego seems to be arguing with the ref that he really does not mind that the lovely Jen X has decided to come to his aide, shouting in his Spanish accent, “SHE can stay, just get rid of those other gringos!”. Nolan starts to threaten a ‘no contest’ ruling while back in the ring, Lucien sets Hector up in a standing head scissors and AoD continues to take advantage of the ref’s blind spot. Lucien hoists up Hector looking for a pile driver, and Mirage leaps in the air pushing down on Hector’s feet to add further impact. SPIKE PILEDRIVER AND HECTOR LANDS ON TOP OF HIS HEAD!! Jimmy Yates: Oh my goodness!! That was Sick!! Turn around ref!! Leonard Nolan does turn around but only to see Mirage make a lackadaisical pin on Hector Rodriquez as Lucien leaves the ring. He makes the count. One… Jimmy Yates: This is not right. Two… Diego looks away from a shyly smiling Jen X, but he’s too late, he dives into the ring anyway. THREE!! Leonard Nolan gladly calls for the bell, happy to end this circus of a match. *DING* *DING* *DING* Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentleman your winners by pin fall and STILL tag team champions of the WORLD, MARCUS MIRAGE AND LUCIEN GREY – THE AGENTS OF DESTINY!! Mirage and Lucien take their titles and head back stage. Jen X suddenly runs over – Leaving ringside WITH the Agents of Destiny. Jimmy Yates: Did Jen X just leave with the Agents of Destiny?? What the heck is THAT about?? Alan Ducard: I don’t have the slightest idea but we have another problem. Ledge and Adam Davis dive into the ring, hovering and circling Diego as he stands over Hector who simply does not move after the assault from AoD. Davis and Ledge grin like starving jackals at their prey, Diego is visibly intimidated. They seem they are just about to strike- The lights suddenly go out.
It’s pitch black.
A familiar voice is heard over the PA system. “Honor Above All” The lights go back on and we see CRONOS DIAMANTE standing beside Diego De Cardenas. Jimmy Yates: AoD… Ledge… Adam Davis… and even Jen X… All seem out to destroy El Chupacabra tonight and CRONOS DIAMANTE of ALL people seems to have come to their aid in the hour of greatest need… The scene cuts as the crowd cheers at Diego, Cronos, Davis and Ledge exchanging harsh looks inside the ring.
We’re back stage in the locker room of Cirque de Mofo. Anarchy is here, holding down the fort. Arch Angel is lounging in blue jeans and black "Cirque du MoFo" t-shirt. T.Rex lays on a bench clutching at his stomach. T.Rex: Dude, I feel awful... what the hell was in that beer? Angel's eyes widen as he points. Arch Angel: You! The fans cheer as we get another glimpse of the former FX champion is revealed; Herb Moxley. He wobbles, clutching a brown bag with another 40 ounce of Old English. Moxley: (He slurs drunkenly) Y-you B-Bastards... W-Where is he? W-where’s L-Loc-Loco? Moxley points at Rex. Moxley: And you, YOU stole my beer! T.Rex suddenly winces sitting straight up. A deep rumbling can be heard. Arch Angel: The Hell’s the matter with you, Teddy? T.Rex: G-gotta go… T.Rex leaps and runs for the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Arch Angel: What the hell happened to him? Moxley all of sudden looks very sober. The live crowd roars with glee as he delivers the next line sounding incredibly sober. Moxley: It’s called X-Lax, dipshit. Ala Daffy Duck Herb pulls out a large hammer like object from his back pocket – a rubber mallet. Herb walks over to the bathroom door, lifts the hammer high over his head and brings it down swiftly. *POPSMASH* And the bathroom doorknob is busted!! Leaving Herb alone with Arch Angel as we continue to hear unsettling noises from T-Rex in the bathroom. T.Rex yells. T.Rex: What happened... oh... god.... it hurts. Arch Angel: What now runt? You try to beat my face in with the hammer? Moxley: Not exactly. Herb tosses Arch Angel the rubber mallet and the larger man snatches it out of the air deftly. Arch Angel: Stupid move. Arch Angel steps forward, swinging the mallet towards Herb’s face. Moxley ducks last second – the mallet hits the concrete wall, the rubber bounces back, and Catches Arch Angel in the face!! He stumbles back and Herb jumps onto the other man’s back, locking on a tight sleeper hold as he drop the hammer. Arch Angel: GET OFF ME!! Arch Angel spins Herb around, then jumps back, smashing the other man into the concrete wall as he continues to hang on his back. Herb shouts out, but refuses to let go of the sleeper hold. After some struggle Arch Angel goes down to one knee, and with his feet planted back on the ground Herb is able to tighten the hold. Arch Angel: (laboring for breath) What the Hell do you… want? Moxley: I want my friend back you son of a bitch. Herb tightens the hold, even going so far as to wrench the larger man’s neck a few times. Moxley: But you can’t give me that, can you? No. You’re just a Henchman. A Lacky. A Goon. Loco might be King Koopa -- but you’re just one half of the hammer brothers. Arch Angel: (Laughing weakly) You runt… You’ll regret this… You think when Loco took your title, your spot in the tournament, your girl… You think that was bad? You haven’t lost anything yet you little shit… Herb’s grits his teeth angrily, his face turning red. He puts his mouth very close to the other man’s ear. Moxley: You know NOTHING about what I’ve LOST!! Calming himself with a HUGE effort Herb continues. Moxley: You can give Loco a message. You can tell him that while the ogre was left on the porcelain throne sweating bullets like a muggle at a death eater convention while an army of brown orcs plundered through his troll-hole in numbers that would put the goblins in the mines of Moria to SHAME; I REFUSED to break your neck when I had the chance. You can tell Loco he can take away EVERYTHING; and I’ll still be there as his friend. You can tell him no matter how FAR he takes me down -- I’ve been lower. You can tell him I REFUSE to break. I REFUSE to change. I REFUSE to falter. Tell him no matter how many times he knocks me down... I will get up. I won’t stay down. Herb releases the sleeper hold. Arch Angel slumps to the ground landing with a hard thud. Herb stares at his handiwork a moment and then leaves awkwardly, visibly weak in the knees. T.Rex: What's all that noise out there... oh... and hey, can someone get me some Tee-P? I kinda ran out...
A scowl on his face and shiny golden clothing covering the rest of his body including a track suit and gold-lensed sunglasses, James Win does not appear happy as his personally-hired Korean reporter Michael Kim holds a microphone in front of him. Flanked by his hispanic limo driver and very large, very Italian bodyguard gorilla-sized man, James Win gives his interview. Michael Kim: James Win, I've been told that you have some words regarding your current status in LEGACY, specifically relating to the 2009 Hawkins Memorial Tournament. James Win: In fact, Mitchell, you heard correctly, your intel is sound. How is it that the inaugural FX Network Champion is not chosen to compete in a tournament dedicated to Dave Hawkins? Michael Kim: I'm not sure... James Win: Did you know that Dave Hawkins was nicknamed "The Designated Hitter"? Of course not, because you didn't know him. You were still in high school when Hawkins retired. Did you also know that his choice of nicknames was based on his idol worship of "The All Star"? Of course not, because only his closest of friends and late-night confidants knew of his inspirations. He was a very shy, introverted young man who rose to great heights in this business based on trying his darndest to be HALF as good as The Golden One. Michael Kim: That being the case, I should say it's a travesty that you weren't included in the tournament. James Win: LEGACY is on notice. Such acts of blatant disregard for decency will not be stood for by The All Star nor his entourage of fellows. In a moment reminiscent of Jim Halpert on The Office, Michael Kim looks into the camera with a stare of disbelief, then looks back at James Win. James Win: The front office is going to hear about this. Without another word, James Win turns and walks off, with Sancho and Giovanni following him. Michael Kim simply shakes his head, then follows after them.
Jimmy Yates: Our next match of the evening is the only second round contest in this year’s Hawkins Memorial Tournament that’s also a title match. Alan Ducard: That’s correct, James. Loco Martinez – who won the FX Network Championship from Herb Moxley back at STRIFE 53 as he filled in for the absent Cronos Diamante – will have to put his newly won championship on the line against Jester Smiles. Bryan Harris: Loco Martinez beat Jester Smiles back at STRIFE 52, and I don’t see any reason why he couldn’t do it again here tonight. Jimmy Yates: Loco doesn’t exactly have the greatest record in title defenses in the past couple of shows… Bryan Harris: Whoa, hold on, don’t start talking about how Loco Martinez lost the World Title two shows ago to X-Calibur, because that only tells half the story. How about mentioning that Loco went toe-to-toe with the new champ for an hour, and the only reason he didn’t walk out with the belt he showed up with is luck. The difference was one fall. In an hour-long cage match where the most falls wins, Loco just BARELY came up short. Alan Ducard: Loco Martinez has done a fine job holding championships here in LEGACY, and he has a tough test in front of him with his first Network Championship defense against Jester Smiles, who has gained quite a few accolades and accomplishments over the past couple years, including a big tournament win in SHOOT’s MASTER OF THE MAT, then winning the SHOOT World Title. Jimmy Yates: Needless to say that in his attempt to make waves here in LEGACY, Jester Smiles is going to want to do anything he can to win the Hawkins Memorial Tournament and put himself in the running for a World Title shot. Bryan Harris: Well then he’s going to be sorry that he got matched up against Loco Martinez, because after tonight when Loco increases his unbeaten record against Jester Smiles to 2-0 and retains the Network title, Jester Smiles is going to be further down the ladder. Let’s get to that footage to watch Smiles turn to a frown. Start of Match Footage Loco Martinez with a go-behind waist lock and Jester throws a couple elbows to the side of the temple. Loco relinquishes his grasp and reels back. Spinning his foot around, Jester tries for a spinning roundhouse kick. Loco catches his foot though, laughing at Jester as he hops up and down in front of him. Loco taunts his opponent... until, with great agility for a man as tall as he, Jester leaps up with the other foot and SLAMS his shin right into Loco’s face with precision expertise, knocking him down to the canvas with a captured roundhouse counter kick. Alan Ducard: Blimey What a leaping counter by Jester Smiles Jimmy Yates: At six foot six, this man is so tall that it’s almost impossible for his kicks to not reach your face. Loco just found that out the hard way. Bryan Harris: This match has been all Jester thus far. The... the... Jimmy Yates: Say it, Bryan. Bryan Harris: Fine.... *groans*... the FORMER World Champion... *sigh*... must be going out of his MIND trying to find a window to slip through. Jester hooks a leg as Loco remains motionless on the mat. Fudrucker is right there for the count... ONE TWO Loco manages to kick out and Jester is eager to keep on the offensive. Bringing Loco to his feet, Jester overwhelms the record setting World Champion by hooking both of his arms up in a full nelson. Lifting up, Jester goes for a tiger suplex. Loco blocks by wrapping his leg around Jester’s leg. Jester lifts again, but this time Loco grapevines both of his legs around Jester’s mid-section. Once Jester loses steam, Loco shifts his weight forward and rolls Jester down onto the mat with an extremely modified victory roll. With Jester’s arms still locked around Loco’s head and arms in a full nelson, Loco uses this to his advantage. ONE TWO Jester lets go of the full nelson, realizing he was about to be pinned, and Loco breaks free of his clutches. Alan Ducard: Excellent counter there by Loco. I haven’t seen too many counters to the tiger suplex aside from the obvious leg block, but that was bloody amazing Bryan Harris: This is why Loco Martinez is a thinking man’s wrestler. In that split-second moment he had to defend against Jester’s suplex attempt, Loco calculated Jester’s weight and strength and KNEW that he could easily use both things against him. Jimmy Yates: Jester is known to wear his opponents down with strikes before getting suplex happy. One has to wonder if Jester knows Loco has this technique scouted. Alan Ducard: Very good point. Definitely could be the reason why we’re seeing a move like the tiger suplex being attempted from Jester so early into the match. Both men get to their feet, Jester a bit quicker as Loco still feels the effects of Jester’s counter kick. As soon as Loco is up to his feet, Jester throws a deliberate kick to the rib cage, sending Loco down to one knee clutching his side. Jester throws an additional crossing left hook to Loco that reels the former World Champion back a bit, giving Jester plenty of room to haul ass into the ropes. Using the recoil to add to his momentum, Jester flies through the air with a BIG spinning heel kick that smashes Loco flush on the face, sending him down in parallel folds like a accordion. “OOOOOOH ”, the crowd goes from the force of the impact. Hooking a leg, Jester anxiously bobs his head in accordance with each slap of the mat by Fudrucker’s hand. ONE TWO THR- Loco kicks out Alan Ducard: WOW That was the BIGGEST spinning heel kick I’ve ever seen How Loco isn’t knocked unconscious from it I don’t bloody know.. Bringing Loco to his feet, Jester leans in towards the ropes with Loco pressed against them. On the slight recoil, he shoots Loco off into the other side. Loco on the rebound, Jester springs forward with a flying clothesline. Loco sees it coming though and rolls forward out of the way. Jester lands on his feet and continues running to the ropes. In one swift motion, Loco rolls to his feet and jumps to the middle ropes. He springboards off of them, turns his body around in mid-air with his feet extended and nails Jester across the chest with a front-falling dropkick. Jester goes down hard, and Loco uses this time to recuperate from Jester’s previous onslaught. Bryan Harris: Ha Jester got a taste of his own medicine there. He’s been kicking the bejesus out of Loco this whole match Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and by the looks of it, those kicks are taking a toll on Loco. Shaking his head, Loco rubs the bridge of his nose and checks for blood. Coming up empty, Loco focuses his attention back on Jester who is getting to his feet, clutching his chest. Angrily snarling for the kicks he’d been receiving, Loco answers them all with a spiteful kick to the back as Jester is getting up, causing him to stumble to his knees with his neck and arms resting on the middle rope. Ripe for the picking, Loco seizes Jester’s prone position and runs full steam ahead with his knees extended, and SMASHES square into Jester’s upper back with the full force of his body weight compressing against the tightened guitar string-like tension of the middle rope. Jester crumples to the mat holding his back as Loco stands there looking at the hissing crowd; he taunts them with obscene gestures, inciting an arena-wide furor with each sinister breath he takes. Lifting Jester back onto his knees, Loco presses him throat first against the middle ropes again. Climbing onto his back, Loco springs upwards with the help of the ropes and drives his entire body weight down onto Jester in the form of falling elbow drop - almost as if he were trying to crush the man’s windpipe against the ropes. Propping Jester back up again, Loco looks on at the crowd as he stands on Jester’s back, getting a sick sense of pleasure listening to Jester spit and sputter for air as he chokes the man. Fudrucker’s empty counts fall on deaf ears as, by the count of four, Loco is jumping upwards and crashing back down across Jester’s body with another sickening elbow drop. Loco appears to be going for this again and the crowd is livid by Loco’s devious redundancy. Alan Ducard: This is ridiculous. Loco knows how much the crowd hates seeing such underhanded tactics being repeated multiple times... and yet he’s doing it anyway. Jimmy Yates: You honestly think Loco gives a crap WHAT these people think? He’s going to do it his way, and he’s got a near three-hundred day world title reign to his credit to back up his actions. That said, I think what he’s doing is ridiculous... it’s almost as if he doesn’t even wanna wrestle Jester. Bryan Harris: You can say whatever you want, guys. It is what it is. But the one thing you two twerps fail to notice is, take away a man’s oxygen and there ain’t NOTHIN’, I repeat, NOTHIN’ else he’s gonna be able to do but gasp for air. It’s sound strategy from the ultimate strategist. After dropping the elbow for a third time, Loco walks towards the center of the ring and watches Jester clutch the red mark forming on his throat from the middle rope. “Washing his hands clean” of Jester causes the crowd’s booing to grow louder, and when Loco hears this he smiles widely. Looking back at Jester, Loco shouts, “PATHETIC JUST... LIKE... MOX ” Jimmy Yates: I think Loco should do a little less jabbering and actually wrestle... this is getting old. Quick. Alan Ducard: Couldn’t have said it any better myself, James. Bryan Harris: You two imbeciles really can’t grasp the notion of “psychological warfare”, can you? With Jester practically gasping for air on the mat, Loco eyes the turnbuckles and then Jester on the mat. Going for it, Loco sprints to the corner and hops up on the middle turnbuckle. Hopping once again with his legs parting, Loco bounces off the corners of the top rope and moonsaults down right on top of Jester Smiles with the split-legged moonsault he’s known for. Bryan Harris: How apropos is it that Loco hits HAPPINESS on someone calling himself Jester SMILES?! Fudrucker is right there to administer the count and the fans count along instinctively.. ONE!! TWO!! THREE- NO!! JESTER KICKS OUT!! Bryan Harris: WHAT?? Jimmy Yates: Jester kicked out of Happiness!! Alan Ducard: Loco looks STUNNED. Not sure how Jester was able to kick out of one of his signature moves, Loco curses at the crowd, pointing the blame at each and every citizen of LEGACY Land. Alan Ducard: Yeah, that’s not going to help matters any. Jimmy Yates: I’ll say. Alan Ducard: Again, that’s not going to help matters any... what is Loco trying to do?! This only seems to fire Jester up and LEGACY’s Hero starts shaking his fists. Loco throws a punch... and Jester eats it without blinking. Loco throws another one, and Jester shakes his head, “No.”. Laughing a little, Loco throws another one, and Jester smiles widely. Putting his hands up, begging off, Loco retreats to the center of the ring as Jester slowly walks towards his adversary. All of a sudden, Jester UNLEASHES a strong hammer-like punch to Loco that sends him down to the mat. Loco is up again but Jester instinctively spins around and connects with a second one that sends Loco back down. Up again, Loco is met with a third precise blow that sends him down yet again. This time he’s much slower to get up and Jester feels the pendulum swinging his way once again. Alan Ducard: Jester with the momentum shift!! Bryan Harris: This is NOT good for the World... ugh... for the FORMER World Champion. Jester raises Loco to his feet and knees him in the gut, setting him
up for a suplex. Loco shifts his weight and slips down behind Jester, landing on his feet. Turning his back to Jester’s back, in one smooth motion, Loco grabs a hold of Jester’s neck and SNAPS to the canvas with a sick falling neckbreaker. Bryan Harris: OH MY GOD!! SFN!! SFN!! Jimmy Yates: We all saw Loco use John Thomas’ chicken wing cross-face at Glimmer of Hope; and once again here tonight, the tide may have just changed thanks to JT’s arsenal again! Alan Ducard: One of the benefits of training with someone for so long is picking up some of their moves... you have to wonder if John’s picked up a few of Loco’s as well. Failing to go for the cover immediately, Loco takes a moment to regain his bearings after the stiff shots to the face he just took. Looking behind him at Jester laying flat on his back, Loco smirks and crawls over for the cover. Hooking a leg, Loco yells at Fudrucker to count faster.. ONE!! TWO!! THR- Jester shoulders out and Loco slaps the mat angrily. Getting in Fudrucker’s face is no help to his cause, as the LEGACY official stands his ground and reminds him that if he gets disqualified he will lose the match and be eliminated from the Hawkins Tournament. Alan Ducard: I’m not sure getting in Jacob’s face is wise, Loco! Jimmy Yates: He’s probably trying to get disqualified, saving his Network Championship. Bryan Harris: What? Seriously? You ACTUALLY think Loco gives a crap about that worthless piece of tin? Loco’s not trying to get himself disqualified because he wants to keep his belt... he wants to win this match because he wants to win this tourney. BADLY. Jimmy Yates: Smoke and mirrors, Bryan. He pretends he doesn’t care, but I bet when the cameras stop rolling he’s kissing that gold, glad he’s still able to wear a championship belt at ALL. Bryan Harris: Please. The ONLY thing he’s probably glad about with this sorry excuse for a title is that it puts his name in bold and in gold on the LEGACY website. Bringing Jester to his feet, Loco slaps him across the chest a few times, softening up the tissue on Jester and bursting his capillaries to the point of bruising. With Jester reeling, Loco runs to the other side of the ring. On the rebound, Jester sees him coming and darts forward with an arm outstretched looking for a clothesline. He misses and Loco continues on to the other side. Jester builds up speed for himself and runs into the ropes. Loco jumps to the middle rope again, looking for a springboard attack. Jester propels himself off of the mat using the recoil of the ropes to soar through the air with a flying clothesline, connecting with Loco as soon as the former World Champion turned around in mid-air. Jimmy Yates: Flying clothesline!! The crowd becomes UNGLUED as Jester hits this. Bringing Loco up, he nails him with a few precise shots to the face, and knees him in the gut for added measure. Lifting him up, Jester spins around in a circle a couple of times before falling to the mat with a spiral suplex. Alan Ducard: What a marvelous suplex!! Bryan Harris: That “spiral” spinning effect is very disorienting... this could be it for Loco!! Jester climbs on top of Loco and holds both of his shoulders down in a mount position. ONE!! TWO!! THR- Loco kicks out!! Not wasting any motion after the kick out, Jester is bringing Loco to his feet once again. Locking Loco by the waist, Jester hooks Loco’s arms up in a full nelson and lifts him up only a little bit off the mat, but enough to CRASH him down to the canvas on his neck with a bridging tiger suplex. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO!!! Loco shoulders out just in time. Not giving Loco a SECOND to rest, Jester rolls over onto his knees with Loco in a seated position and transitions the full nelson into a REAR-NAKED CHOKE, eliciting a roar of approval from the crowd. Jimmy Yates: It’s the... Bryan Harris: Don’t even say it... Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD I BET YOU CAN’T BREATHE HOLD!! Bryan Harris: What a STUPID name for a move. Alan Ducard: This coming from the lad who used the “Pass the Pepper Piledriver” in the 80's?! Bryan Harris: Hey! It was the 80's!! In a turn of events, this time it is Loco spitting and sputtering in a choke hold as Jester tightens his grip around Loco’s neck in the form of a rear-naked choke. Grapevining his body for added pressure, Jester pulls back until he has nowhere else to pull back to, practically severing the blood flow to Loco’s entire body. Fudrucker checks to see if Loco wants to give up or is ready to pass out, but Loco shakes his hand negatively. Alan Ducard: I don’t know how much longer Loco can last in this!! Jimmy Yates: That added torque on Loco’s back must be EXCRUTIATING coming off his injuries in the Breaking Point match. Just when it looked hopeless for the former World Champion, Loco grazes his pinky’s fingernail underneath the bottom rope. It’s all Fudrucker needed to tell Jester to break the hold. At the count of three Jester realizes he has no other choice and relinquishes the submission maneuver. Disappointed, Jester sits on his knees and shakes his head. Bryan Harris: Ha! Loco is mentally BREAKING Jester here... our quote un quote HERO just can’t put away the greatest wrestler alive!! Alan Ducard: That was a phenomenal succession of high impact moves right there, but Loco will not be denied! Jimmy Yates: Jester must be asking himself, “What the hell is
it gonna take?!” Jimmy Yates: Oh NO... Bryan Harris: LOCO! NOW’S YOUR CHANCE!! Almost like Loco heard Bryan Harris’ command, Loco looks at the referee and sees Jester turning his attention to the poor man. Without an ounce of hesitation, Loco extends a foot forward and PUNTS Jester underneath his sack. The crowd “OOOOOOOH’s” with pain as they watch Jester clutch his groin in absolute agony. Almost dry heaving from the force of the nasty low blow, Jester’s knees shake as he tries to maintain a vertically upright position. Loco meanwhile smiles evilly, and climbs through the ropes to the middle of the outside apron. With Jester bent over, Loco propels himself up to the top rope like he were Rey Mysterio, and with the phenomenal balance of RVD, Loco stands on the top rope. As his body leans forward, Loco jumps off the top rope with a leg extended and CONNECTS with a springboard rocker dropper/fame-asser that crushes Jester’s face against the mat. Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL!! JESTER IS OUT!! Jimmy Yates: THAT’S IT!! Dropping on top of Jester, Loco hooks a leg for a deep cover. Fudrucker hears Loco shouting at him to pay attention, and straightens himself out enough to see the pin attempt. Rushing to get into position, Fudrucker drops to the mat.. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! NO!! Jimmy Yates: JESTER KICKED OUT!! JESTER KICKED OUT!! Alan Ducard: Jester deserves a LOT of credit here considering that low blow he took before that springboard rocker dropper. That low blow alone would’ve DROPPED any normal man.. Bryan Harris: Well, that’s because Jester is really a female. His real name’s Erin Smiles. Jimmy Yates: STOP.... GOD you’re RIDICULOUS!! Frustrated that Fudrucker wasn’t able to make the count in time, Loco bullies Fudrucker a little bit by shoving him back a few feet. Laughing at him, Fudrucker’s warning and admonishing goes unheeded as he shakes his head and laughs. Out of the corner of his eye he notices Jester getting back to his feet. Loco extends a foot for the LOCapitator... ... but Jester connects with Loco FIRST with a shuffle sidekick! Alan Ducard: VIRGINIA SIDEKICK!! Loco goes down hard, seemingly unconscious. Jester climbs on top of him. The crowd counts along as Fudrucker counts... TWO!! THREE!! NO!!! Loco kicks out and the crowd is completely disillusioned. Both competitors are down on the mat, trying to recuperate. “LET’S GO JES-TER!” chants deafen the arena as a small spattering of “LO-CO SUCKS!” chants follow them up. Forcing himself to his feet, Jester uses the ropes to help himself up, holding his sore groin. Looking at Loco, Jester calls for something to the crowd. Jimmy Yates: He could be going for the Side Splitter here! Loco is up on spaghetti legs. Jester patiently waits for him to turn around... and once he does, he lifts him up into a fireman’s carry. Alan Ducard: Here it is!! Side Splitter!! Loco wriggles in the fireman’s carry, desperately trying to slip out, but Jester holds on tightly. Bryan Harris: No!!! Wriggling just enough, Loco causes Jester to stumble... and being close enough to the ropes, Loco slips down onto the outside apron while poking Jester’s eyes through the mask. Alan Ducard: Not like this!! Jester holds his face and wanders away from the ropes, allowing Loco enough room to measure up Jester. As soon as Jester turns around, holding his face, Loco propels himself up onto the top rope again, balancing himself like a gifted acrobat. Leaping forward, Loco flies with a crossbody... ... but Jester jumps up with both of knees outstretched, catching Loco in a jumping gutbuster!! Jimmy Yates: SIDE SPLITTER!! SIDE PLSITTER!! HE HIT IT!! HE HIT IT!! Alan Ducard: IT’S OVER!!! Bryan Harris: NO FREAKING WAY!!! With Loco Martinez seemingly out from the Super Side Splitter, Jester slides on top of him with a lateral cover, his eyes watering from the stinging sensation coursing through his whites from the eye poke Loco gave him. ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! The bell sounds... and the fans LOSE IT. Bryan Harris: WHAT?!?! NO WAY!!! Alan Ducard: JESTER WINS!!! JESTER WINS!! Jimmy Yates: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD... SWEET, SWEET, JUSTICE HAS BEEN SERVED!!! Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match... and NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW F/X NETWORK CHAMPION.... Bryan Harris: I can’t believe Jester Smiles just beat Loco Martinez. Jimmy Yates: BELIEVE IT!! Josephina Colbert: ... AND advancing to the SEMI-FINALS of the Hawkins Memorial Tournement... JESTER.... SMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILES!!!! Looking shocked and delighted, Jester raises his hands in the air as Fudrucker points at the winner of the match. Skindred’s “Pressure” blares through the air waves as the F/ X Network Championship is handed to Jester Smiles. Seizing the title, Jester immediately holds it up in the air for the world to see as Loco Martinez sits up, wide-eyed. Disbelieving. Alan Ducard: What an INCREDIBLE win for Jester Smiles. Without question, this is the biggest win of his LEGACY career. Jimmy Yates: There aren’t many people out there that have been able to beat Loco... and tonight Jester joins that elite few! Jester Smiles exits the ring with the Network Title draped over his shoulder and begins circling the ring, slapping hands with screaming maniacs that are exhilarated over Jester’s title win and tournament advancement. He is legitimately excited, proud of the fact that he just beat one of LEGACY’s top performers. Making his way down the ring, Jester holds the title in the air for the world to see - possibly the first of many in LEGACY. It is at this time that Loco sits up in the ring, watching the replay of the super Side Splitter on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision. He can’t believe it. It couldn’t have happened... could it? His eye twitches as he watches Jester disappear behind the curtain with the title being raised into the air. Moments later, the music fades and Loco is standing in the middle of the ring. Alone. With no title belt. Just the fans and their hateful chants. “YOU SUCK!” YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” “LO-CO SUCKS! LO-CO SUCKS! LO-CO SUCKS!” Alan Ducard: Wow... listen to that. Jimmy Yates: I’ve never heard such deafening “YOU SUCK” chants in all my years sitting here in the broadcast booth. Bryan Harris: Look at Loco’s face... I’ve never seen him look so..... so.... agitated? I don’t even know the right word here.. “NO!!!” shouts Loco at the fans. “I... DON’T... SUCK!!!”, he screams. Turning his attention back to Fudrucker, who is still standing in the ring, watching to see what Loco does, Loco shouts, “I... DON’T... SUCK!!!!!” Bryan Harris: This has to be a surreal moment for Loco. Losing the World Title... coming back from such loss by doing what he did to Moxley... but now this? I just c- Jimmy Yates: NO!!! Out of NOWHERE, Loco delivers a right cross to Fudrucker, flooring him in the middle of the ring. Alan Ducard: HE’S SNAPPED!!! Shaking with rage, Loco grabs his hair, almost pulling it out by the roots. The fans only grow louder. Loco stomps in the middle of the ring like a little kid. Kicking the bottom rope. Bashing his head against the turnbuckles. The fans only grow louder. “STOP IT!!!” Loco shouts, and exits the ring. He CHARGES the barricade, SMASHING his foot into the guard rail, sending the whole thing back about three feet, scaring the everlasting crap out of a couple kids sitting in the front row. The fans only grow louder. Loco starts peeling apart the announce table, garnering gasps from the nearby crowd. “I... SAID.... LEAVE... ME... ALONE!!!” he says, before taking an expensive monitor sitting there and SMASHING it into the ground. The crowd looks stunned at Loco’s disturbing display. Looking down into the shattered glass, whirring electrical wires, and rising smoke... Loco actually smiles. Calmer. Almost placated. The crowd grows silent.
Cameras cut backstage where the cameraman hurriedly tries his best to follow Devastation, who is walking at a quick pace through the back halls of the arena, looking all around. When he turns a corner, he nearly runs into some members of the production crew, who slow his pace, which allows the cameraman to catch up a bit. Not stopping, Devastation addresses one of the LEGACY staff. Devastation: Where's Matthew Dawson? Staff Member: I haven't seen... him. Halfway through their response, the staff member realizes that Devastation isn't fully listening to his response, so he trails off. Devastation picks up his pace, continuing his search.
Backstage interviewer Intern Avery George is backstage, standing in between Allen Franks and Mostafa Bashir, holding a microphone in his hand. Avery George: Allen Franks, you asked me to conduct this interview, because apparently you have a message you want to convey to the viewing audience. The Montreal Kid nods his head before responding. Allen Franks: Absolutely, Avery. My tag team partner, Mostafa Bashir, and I... we haven't garnered the best reputation here in LEGACY, but I've received a few pieces of fanmail from people who were afraid that we had given up. Reaching out, Mostafa Bashir grabs Avery George by the wrist and pulls the microphone in front of his mouth. Mostafa Bashir: Just because we've been gone for a few shows, we are not done in our quest for tag team championships. We have much to improve on, but with perseverence, we shall continue to climb the ladder. The Montreal Kid reaches out and puts his hand on Mostafa's wrist and slowly pushes downward, and Mostafa lets go of Avery George, who looks up at Bashir, somewhat terrified by the Beast From Kandahar. Allen Franks gently pulls George's hand back in front of himself but keeps his eyes on Bashir. Allen Franks: Easy, fella. Turning his gaze into the camera, Allen continues. Allen Franks: What Mo' means is that he and I have been training, lifting weights... Mostafa Bashir: ...and eating vitamins... Acknowledging the remark, The Montreal Kid nods, a smirk coming to his face due to the unintentionally funny nature of what Bashir just said. Allen Franks: Yep, we've been doing that, too... and when we get the opportunity to get back into the ring, you're going to see a big improvement in what we're capable of. Avery George: We look forward to seeing what you can do. And as you were telling me before, you want to be called "International Incident", is that right? Again Mostafa reaches out and grabs the microphone. Mostafa Bashir: The first key to tag team success is a good team nickname. Very serious about this, Bashir glares into the camera, and Avery aims his next comment upwards, hoping his voice carries into the microphone. Avery George: What's the second key to tag team success? Mostafa Bashir: Outfits. One step at a time, intern. The Montreal Kid looks proud, and he pats Intern Avery on the shoulder. Allen Franks: One step at a time.
Alan Ducard: The penultimate match of the evening is the second tag team contest of STRIFE 54… the earlier match deciding the championship, and this one will determine who the Number One Contenders are. Jimmy Yates: Both of these two teams are accomplished – Domination recently coming off a historic reign with the World Tag Team Championships ending about a month ago at Glimmer of Hope. Their opponents are former tag team champions themselves – FLASH Dynamite and KID Lightning – the Flying Avengers, who are looking to make their mark on LEGACY. Bryan Harris: WHEN – not IF, but WHEN the Flying Avengers beat Domination here tonight, that’s going to be a huge feather in their caps (so to speak), and it’s going to signal the big down-swing for RAGE and VENOM. Alan Ducard: I can’t think of any reason why any singular loss at this point in Domination’s career – even after having lost the World Tag Team Championships – would signal a downturn for them. I fully expect that they will be back in the hunt for the championships they made famous, very soon in fact. Bryan Harris: So you’re predicting Logan’s Guns to come out of here tonight with a win? Because I’m saying they’re gonna shoot blanks. Jimmy Yates: I’ll say that someone would be a fool to think the odds aren’t in Domination’s favor here tonight, and I don’t think anyone needs to hear more hype leading up to what this match is all about. The Flying Avengers got the match booked, so let’s get to the footage to see whether they’re going to regret stepping into the ring with one of the best tag teams in LEGACY history. Start of Match Footage RAGE whips FLASH Dynamite to the ropes and Kid Lightning and FLASH slap hands, as FLASH barrels into R with a shoulder tackle. Neither of them budge! FLASH ducks as Kid Lightning springboards and catches RAGE with a cross body, but RAGE swings through it with a powerslam! Alan Ducard: RAGE manhandling Kid Lightning right there on that exchange! Jimmy Yates: Kid Lightning took flight, but to no avail! But RAGE better watch out, FLASH is still in the ring! RAGE turns around as FLASH throws a boot to his gut, but RAGE catches the foot and throws it down before clotheslining him to the canvas! FLASH hits the canvas and rolls out of the ring as Kid Lightning starts to his feet. RAGE pulls him the rest of the way and sends him off the ropes, catching him as he rebounds off by launching him into the air and catching him on his way down to spike him into the canvas with a spinebuster! Bryan Harris: Oh real cool, RAGE! Picking on someone like a third your size! Try doing that to FLASH and see how that works out for ya! Jimmy Yates: You’re aware he can’t hear you, right? And that he could...well he could do that to you, right? Bryan Harris:...what I meant to say was...impressive strength from one half of the former tag team champions! Jimmy Yates: Typical... RAGE stares at FLASH for a moment before turning back to Kid Lightning and covering him! ONE! TWO! Kid Lightning kicks his legs hard, kicking out! RAGE gets to his feet and tags in VENOM. VENOM steps into the ring as Kid Lightning slowly starts pushing to his feet. Both members of Domination send Kid Lightning off the ropes and VENOM rushes to catch him on the rebound with a back body drop, as RAGE turns to the side and drops to a knee, catching Kid Lightning out of mid-air with a backbreaker! Bryan Harris: Oh God! Kid Lightning’s back is broke in half, surely! Alan Ducard: Very dangerous way to be brought out of the air, no arguing that! RAGE shoves Kid Lightning off his knee as VENOM turns around, right into VENOM, who snaps Kid Lightning back with a big back suplex! RAGE starts out of the ring as VENOM turns to hook Kid Lightning’s leg deep, going for the cover, as the referee slides into position to make the count! ONE! TWO! T–! FLASH dives across the ring with both arms into VENOM’s back! VENOM turns to start for FLASH as the official moves between the two and starts ordering FLAS back to his corner! Kid Lightning starts to his feet, clutching his lower back! VENOM turns around and Kid Lightning leaps into the air with a dropkick to VENOM’s face, and VENOM rocks back! Jimmy Yates: Kid Lightning is making a valiant attempt to make a comeback and get back into this contest! Alan Ducard: Unfortunately for the young masked man, that might be too little too late, as his back has taken quite a serious pounding in only a short period of time! FLASH finally stpes out of the ring as Kid Lightning scrambles to his feet. VENOM comes back toward Kid Lightning and he leaps into the air, catching VENOM with another dropkick to the face! VENOM rocks back as Kid Lightning gets to his feet and runs at VENOM! VENOM swings a clothesline, and Kid Lightning ducks! FLASH slaps Kid Lightning’s back as he hits the ropes, and Kid Lightning rebounds right for VENOM, catching him with a flying head scissors! VENOM throws Kid Lightning off of him though, and Kid Lightning flails his legs wildly, landing on his feet! Jimmy Yates: Whoa! It might be too early to count Kid Lightning out just yet, despite the assault on his back! Bryan Harris: Absolutely! Kid Lightning is one of the most durable and resilient men in this sport, and he’s living proof that size doesn’t matter for much! VENOm turns as FLASH approaches him, and FLASH pops him up into an inverted atomic drop! FLASH starts lifting VENOM up as Kid Lightning runs from behind him and leaps high into the air, catching VENOM around the head with a bulldog to accompany FLASH’s flapjack! Alan Ducard: Some very impressive tandem offense from the strange masked duo! Bryan Harris: Impressive, and effective, as FLASH is going for the cover and this could be it! ONE! TWO! VENOM kicks out! FLASH swings into a mounted position and starts driving short jabs into VENOM’s face, as the official starts admonishing him! FLASH finally pushes off of VENOM and raises to his feet, and flexes his arms, eliciting a chorus of boos from the crowd! VENOM starts to his knees, and FLASH turns around in time to drive his entire forearm across the back of VENOM’s shoulders! FLASH pulls VENOM to his feet and sends him off the ropes, but VENOM reverses! VENOM swings a clothesline, but FLASH ducks under the arm and catches it, turns next to VENOM and snaps back with a sudden Side Russian Leg Sweep! Alan Ducard: FLASH Dynamite is so explosive, and so powerful! On that exchange he just displayed his turly fritghtening speed for a man of his size! Jimmy Yates: VENOM is no small man, and with a combination of the momentum off the ropes and raw strength, FLASH drove him to the canvas with a quickness! FLASH floats right into a cover, hooking the leg! ONE! TWO! TH–! VENOM kicks out as RAGE starts through the ropes! FLASH turns and places his left hand across VENOM’s throat and pushes down forcefully, eliciting a count from the referee, before he pushes his hands off VENOM’s throat and holds them in the air! Bryan Harris: FLASH Dynamite using every second of that count to steal the oxygen from VENOM! Smart strategy from the masked technician! Jimmy Yates: It’s also illigel, and should result in a disqualification! FLASH moves to Kid Lightning and tags his hand, before helping VENOM up tho his feet and whipping VENOM off the ropes! FLASH ducks his head for a back body drop, as Kid Lightning grips the ropes to springboard! VENOM kicks FLASH in the chest, and FLASH stumbles back! Kid Lightning springboards over FLASH and nails VENOM with a missile dropkick, and VENOM is down! Bryan Harris: Incredible hang time from the caped crusader! Alan Ducard: It was good timing, as it appeared that VENOM was going to be able to tag out to his Domination tag team partner before Kid Lightning soared onto the scene with both feet leading the way! Kid Lightning pops to his feet with his back to VENOM! Kid Lightning looks over his shoulder then turns his head back around and leaps into the air! He tucks his legs in close to his chest and rotates 450 degrees backwards, landing with his back across VENOM’s chest! Kid Lightning pops to his knees with his arms out wide, turning his head from side to side as a reaction mixed of astonishment, bitter jealousy, and utter disdain! Kid Lightning then turns and hooks VENOM’s legs deep! ONE! TWO! T–! VENOM kicks out! Jimmy Yates: VENOM kicks out of that incredible standing reverse 450! Alan Ducard: He took too long to show off to the crowd, and that was perhaps the split-second that VENOM needed to recover from the impact of Kid Lightning’s back crashing into the side of his ribs! Kid Lightning slaps the canvas, furious at the referee’s count, and pushes to his feet, shouting at the official! Kid Lightning turns and grabs VENOM by the arm, helping him to the ropes! Kid Lightning starts snapping his left shin across VENOM’s chest and whips him! VENOM reverses and FLASH thinks quickly, slapping Kid Lightning’s back! Kid Lightning rebounds right into a thunderous clothesline from VENOM, spinning Kid Lightning through a lopp onto the top of his head and collapsing in a heap on the canvas! Jimmy Yates: VENOM can get to RAGE now! Bryan Harris: No he can’t! Here comes FLASH Dynamite! FLASH rushes at VENOM as VENOM turns around! FLASH swings a clothesline, and VENOM ducks! FLASH turns around, and VENOM thrusts his elbow up into FLASH’s chin! FLASH drops to a knee, as does VENOM! VENOM turns around and runs at his corner, but FLASH gets between them and snaps both arms across VENOM’s chest with a Polish Hammer! Alan Ducard: The Hammer of Justice just swung into VENOM’s face! Bryan Harris: FLASH knew the sense of urgency, and just before VENOM could tag out, he put a stop to VENOM’s momentum, and kept this match in the favor of the still relatively new, Flying Avengers! FLASH places his hand over his mouth and pulls it away, checking his mouth for blood, before turning to VENOM and hooking the leg! ONE! TWO! TH–! VENOM kicks out! RAGE starts slapping his left hand against the top turnbuckle, rousing a loud applause from the crowd, as FLASH moves behind VENOM as he starts to sit up! FLASH places his knee in VENOM’s back, and pulls back on VENOM’s arms! He starts shouting at the clapping fans in attendance! Alan Ducard: The fans are rallying behind Domination, and right now that is not something FLASH Dynamite wants while he applies that surfboard to VENOM! Jimmy Yates: I can’t say that I blame FLASH for staying on VENOM! After all, if VENOM can tag in RAGE, that’s all it will take for Domination to secure another tag title shot against the Agents of Destiny! VENOM starts working to his feet and starts turning through the surfboard! FLASH releases VENOM’s arms and drives his arm across VENOM’s back! VENOM drops to a knee and FLASH grabs his wrist, whipping him to the corner! FLASH rushes at VENOM, but VENOM explodes out of the corner with a running boot to FLASH’s chest! FLASH is driven to the canvas, and VENOM collapses to the mat as well! KL slowly stretches over the top rope, reaching for FLASH’s hand! VENOM reaches out toward RAGE, who reaches as far as he can! Alan Ducard: VENOM is mere feet away from his partner! Bryan Harris: Yeah, but so is FLASH, and if he can tag in Kid Lightning, Kid Lightning can use his speed to sprint across the ring and stop this tag from happening! FLASH turns and crawls, before slapping Kid Lightning’s hand! Kid Lightning slingshots over the rope as VENOM reaches for RAGE! The fans are screaming loudly as Kid Lightning sprints across the ring and dives into a dropkick into RAGE’s knee! RAGE falls off the apron and his face slaps the edge of the ring! The fans boo loudly as VENOM grabs the ropes and starts to his feet, as Kid Lightning gets to his feet, notices VENOM’s position, and springboards off the ropes, backflipping over VENOM and hooking him for a reverse DDT! Kid Lightning snaps back, but VENOM hooks the top rope and Kid Lightning crashes to the canvas, just as RAGE steps back on the apron, furious! Jimmy Yates: VENOM counters the Flying Vengeance, and this is his opening to tag in RAGE! Bryan Harris: Oh, Kid Lightning! This doesn’t look good for you! VENOM turns towards RAGE, with Kid Lightning between them, and Kid Lightning nips up off his shoulders into a hurricanrana that sends his shoulder into RAGE’s stomach, sending him off the apron again! Kid Lightning quickly runs and tags in FLASH, who rushes in the ring and drags VENOM away from his corner as RAGE gets on the apron, angrily! The official turns to stop RAGE from entering the ring, as FLASH places his boot to VENOM’s throat! VENOM kicks his legs wildly, as the official turns back to the action! Jimmy Yates: FLASH taking full advantage of the distraction from RAGE, as he clearly thinks that the shoulder to his chest should count as a tag! Alan Ducard: Unfortunately, neither man’s hand touched the other, and that is required for it to constitute as a tag. Anything else is just unfortunate contact! Suddenly the fans start to boo as Kid Lightning allows the referees count to reach four and then steps off of VENOM’s throat, as both members of the Agents of Destiny make their way to the ring! Lucien Gray and Mirage, followed closely by Osamu Hayashi, start down the ramp! FLASH turns and tags in Kid Lightning, and together they whip VENOM off the ropes! They both duck their heads down for a double back body drop, but VENOM kicks FLASH in the chest! FLASH lurches back as Kid Lightning straightens up and rushes at VENOM, who ducks a shoulder and launches Kid Lightning in the air with a back body drop! Bryan Harris: The Agents of Destiny, I would think are a distraction for Domination, but it looks like their presence either lit a fire under VENOM, or distracted the Flying Avengers instead! Alan Ducard: It’s very likely that the appearance of the tag team champions, who certainly don’t want to face either team, distracted the newcomers instead of the veteran tandem! FLASH is to his feet and rushes at VENOM! VENOM side steps and pitches FLASH over the ropes! FLASH lands on the apron, as Kid Lightning gets to his feet slowly! VENOM turns and tags in RAGE! RAGE steps through the ropes, as the Agents of Destiny slowly make their way down the ramp! Kid Lightning turns, and is met with punches from RAGE! Kid Lightning stumbles to the ropes! RAGE whips Kid Lightning off the ropes, but Kid Lightning ducks under the arm to reverse! RAGE pulls Kid Lightning back toward him though and tosses him in the air, catching him out of the air with a gutbuster! Bryan Harris: RAGE is cleaning house, and this does not bode well for the Flying Avengers! Jimmy Yates: But its great for Domination and every LEGACY fan here tonight! FLASH pulls himself onto the apron now! RAGE turns and moves toward FLASH as the Agents of Destiny finally make it near ringside, behind the exhausted VENOM! Meanwhile RAGE grabs FLASH by the head and swings him over the ropes, back into the ring, just as the Agents of Destiny pull VENOM off the edge of the ring, behind the referees back! Osamu Hayashi and Lucien Gray begin to stomp away at VENOM as Mirage runs around the ring, quickly calling the referee’s attention to him! Alan Ducard: Lucien Gray and the Agents of Destiny’s associate, Osamu Hayashi, are putting the boots to VENOM’s back, and the official is oblivious to the entire ordeal! Jimmy Yates: Thanks to Mirage’s conversation with the referee, no-less! FLASH slowly starts sitting up, and fishes his right hand in the front of his tioghts, as Kid Lightning slowly stumbles to his feet! RAGE turns to see Mirage arguing with the referee and starts towards them! Kid Lightning grabs the back of RAGE’s tights, and RAGE turns back to him, before kicking Kid Lightning in the gut! RAGE runs with Kid Lightning on his shoulders for a powerbomb, and FLASH rushes behind him, drilling him in the back of the head with brass knuckles! RAGE collapses, with Kid Lightning on top of him, as Mirage drops off the apron and Lucien Gray and Osamu Hayashi back away from VENOM! The referee turns around as Kid Lightning lies on top of RAGE’s chest! Alan Ducard: Oh this is ludicrous! Domination have been robbed of another opportunity for the tag team titles! ONE! TWO! THREE! Bryan Harris: Yes! FLASH Dynamite and Kid Lightning win! The fans begin to boo loudly as FLASH slides back into the ring and pulls Kid Lightning out with him, hooking under Kid Lightning’s limp arm, as the three Agents of Destiny satare across the ring at them, pointing to themselves, as if to remind FLASH that they owe a lot to them. Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners! FLASH Dynamite and Kid Lightning! The FLYING AAAAAAVEEEEEEEEEEEENGEEEEEEEEEERS! Jimmy Yates: What Josephina fails to mention is that the Agents of Destiny, the LEGACY Tag Team Champions, played a huge part in that victory! FLASH starts helping Kid Lightning up the ramp, as “I Don’t Care” by Fall Out Boy plays over the speakers. Alan Ducard: The Flying Avengers become the Number One Contenders to the World Tag Team Championship belts, and it would appear that it's just what the Agents of Destiny wanted. Bryan Harris: So what, this is some big conspiracy theory to keep Domination from getting the belts back? Why would The Flying Avengers and The Agents of Destiny conspire together? Jimmy Yates: I wouldn't put it past any of them! RAGE had this match well in control, and I think most everyone here in Pittsburgh tonight could see with their own two eyes that Domination was going to come through victorious if it weren't for the outside interference on behalf of the champs. Alan Ducard: It will be interesting to see what happens as a result of this outcome and the ripples it may cause.
Backstage we see a man in a light blue casual business suit carrying a clipboard in one hand. If the cowboy boots don't give it away the camera soon zooms in and we can see it is Patrick Kidd. He looks down at the clipboard and then looks up. We see his left leg shake for a brief moment before his knee gives out and Kidd does a faceplant to the floor. The clipboard he was holding slides down the hall. We see a hand reach down and grab Kidd around the arm in an attempt to help him up. Patrick Kidd: Get the hell off me, I don't need your help or your pity. The camera zooms out and we see Cade Sydal standing there a bit confused as he was trying to help an old friend and former tag partner. Cade Sydal: It's not like that bro. Just lemme help you out. Kidd pushes Cade's hand away and punches himself in the side of the knee twice before using the wall to prop himself up. Cade again offers Kidd a hand, but Kidd ignores it and pushes himself up to his feet, but stays close to the wall just in case. Kidd: Just because we were partners doesn't mean we always will be, some people need to do things on their own. Kidd turns his back on Cade and starts to hobble down the hallway visibly frustrated as he walks by the clipboard without even bothering to stop and pick it up. Cade Sydal: Hey man, whatever...just trying to be nice, f-ck. Kidd continues to hobble away not acknowledging Cade's words and then disappears around the corner.
The camera goes back stage to where Intern Avery is standing by with Domination, still in their wrestling gear, and looking ready for another fight. Intern Avery: Guys, I know tonight didn’t work out as you planned – what are you going to do in the wake of your defeat here ton … RAGE grabs the microphone from Avery roughly, perhaps a bit too roughly as VENOM looks over to Avery with an almost apologetic look. RAGE: Our defeat? OUR DEFEAT? The Flying Avengers didn’t beat us here tonight. The Flying Avengers were one of two beneficiaries of a screw job. They get OUR shot at OUR belts because of the actions of another couple of slime ball cowards. COWARDS. They came out tonight and got involved in our match for one reason, and one reason only – they are afraid of us, and you know what? They should be. They should be afraid of us, because next time we get them in the ring and the belt is on the line? It’s coming home with us. Tonight wasn’t the end, it was just delaying the inevitable – the cowards have a few more weeks with the gold. RAGE is about to toss the microphone down, but VENOM takes the mic from him. VENOM: Well, RAGE, they may have a few more weeks with the gold, but that doesn’t mean we have to wait to get our hands on AoD or The Flying Avengers … payback can come in many ways, at any time. With that, VENOM hands the microphone back to Avery, and Domination take their leave.
Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our main event of the evening, and this one should be VERY interesting. With the level of talent that’ll be on display in this match, it could easily headline a PPV event, but tonight we get the privilege of seeing two of LEGACY’s most high profile competitors compete in that very ring on an episode of Strife! Jimmy Yates: Marcus Marion and X-Calibur mixing it up with the World Title on the line, does it get ANY bigger than that? Alan Ducard: Since Marion made his triumphant return to LEGACY recently; I knew it was only a matter of time before X & Marcus butted heads. Marion is ALL ego, and he basically laid down the gauntlet for X, demanding a World Championship match. We all know X is a fighting champion, and he readily accepted the challenge, and what did he get for that? He got bashed in the skull with a microphone courtesy of that blonde snake. Bryan Harris: Watch it Alan, Marcus is no snake, he’s simply an intelligent man who knows how to stack the odds in his favor. When Marion sees an opportunity he snatches it up in a stranglehold, and that’s the reason he’s met with so much success in his career, not to mention TWO World Title reigns during his LEGACY tenure, and in my opinion he’s about to make it Number 3 here tonight. Jimmy Yates: Well you’re certainly entitled to your opinion Bryan, but from where I’m sitting, X-Calibur is going to teach Marion about the word respect. X has had to deal with underhanded tactics for god knows how long in his quest for the gold, and despite all the bullshit, he was able to beat Loco Martinez to win his World Title back. Loco and Marion are near carbon copies of each other, always willing to take the low road to get what they want, so X-Calibur has experience when it comes to dealing with schemers. Alan Ducard: A good point Jimmy. Marion believes himself to be one of LEGACY’s cornerstones, he has even been called The Architect, because of the fact that he has been around since LEGACY’s birth, and that statement is solid truth. Marion was here when it all began, and now he looks reclaim his throne as LEGACY’s top superstar, but if he hopes to do that, he’s going to have to take down another veteran of the game, and that is a VERY tall order… Bryan Harris: Are you ready Pittsburgh? The World Title IS ONE THE LINE, let’s get this thing under way. Start of Match Footage X-Calibur grabs Marion by the wrist, and using sheer power he fires him off into one of the turnbuckles, dropping his own body to the mat to increase the momentum. Marcus blasts into the buckles chest first, staggering backwards with his arms crossed against his chest, and as he spins around X-Calibur leaps up from a linebacker’s stance, snapping an arm across Marion’s chest and driving him to the mat with a hellacious clothesline. Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur looking to start things off hot and heavy, and so far his left arm is holding up nicely despite the beating it took at Glimmer of Hope. Bryan Harris: For now it’s holding up, but bear in mind just days ago that arm was hung up in a sling as a near lifeless piece of meat, and rest assured that Marion knows that and he will exploit that. Marion crawls along the canvas on his back, drawing himself up against the turnbuckles where he then uses the ropes to help pull himself back up to his feet. X-Calibur roars forward like a steam engine, looking to clock Marcus with yet another clothesline, but this time The Blonde rears back on the ropes and shoots a boot up into X’s face, effectively driving the World Champion back. Seeing his opening, Marion snaps a hand around the side of X-Calibur’s neck and throws him into the turnbuckle corner, and then Marcus just begins to unload with a full clip of vicious chops to X-Calibur’s chest, sending shockwaves of sound throughout the Mellon Arena. Alan Ducard: Do you HEAR those chops? The sound alone hurts my eardrums; god knows how much damage it’s doing to X-Calibur’s chest. Jimmy Yates: If anything, The Blonde is tenacious, when he thinks things are going his way, he becomes a very determined animal, and we’re seeing that happen right now. Marcus continues the assault, now gripping the hair on the back of X-Calibur’s head and firing off jabs right into the face of the World Champion. After a succession of jabs, Marion puts a cap on the onslaught by leaning in and snapping a stiff european uppercut into the shelf of X’s jaw. X-Calibur slumps down against the buckles, his long brown hair hanging in his face, the wind momentarily taken out of his sails. The Blonde examines his handiwork, and then locks X-Calibur’s head up in one arm, running forward in an attempt to plant X with a bulldog in the center of the ring, but just as Marion jumps upwards X-Calibur counters, stopping his own momentum and blasting Marcus into the canvas back first. Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur with a very effective counter there, the great thing about X is that no matter the opponent, he can always find a way to switch up his game to find the best way to combat his opposition. Alan Ducard: That’s part of the reason why he’s our World Champion. X-Calibur stalks after Marion on the canvas, firing off a huge boot into The Blonde’s ribs. Marion rolls across the canvas, coughing so hard that he could be mistaken for a lung cancer patient. Seeing Marcus on his hands and knees, X-Calibur hits the ropes and snaps off a punt right into Marcus’s temple, spinning the “the architect” down the mat violently. With Marcus flat on his back, eyes glazed over, X-Calibur performs a picture perfect standing leap, and as gravity takes hold, The World Champion barrels back down to the canvas and plants a leg drop right across Marion’s throat. Bryan Harris: That kick to the temple was BRUTAL, come on Marion, pick it up in there, you got this! Alan Ducard: X-Calibur looking to incapacitate Marcus, and from where I’m sitting, he’s doing a pretty damn fine job of it. X-Calibur digs his hand into Marion’s treasured blonde locks, bringing him back up to his feet, only to wrap one of The Blonde’s arms around his neck and power him up into a suplex predicament. X-Calibur gets Marion fully vertical, and he pauses, allowing the blood to rush to Marion’s head. The crowd serenades the World Champion with “GO X! GO X!” chants. After the veins have become pronounced on Marcus’s forehead, his complexion taking on a blood red tone that clashes with his platinum hair color, X-Calibur finally hammers his body into the canvas with a stalling vertical suplex. Jimmy Yates: That’s pure showmanship and power from X-Calibur, seeming almost to school Marion in the center of that ring. Bryan Harris: Marion needs no teacher, he’s a star pupil, and it’s only a matter of time before X finds that out the hard way. Marion touches down with a teeth-chattering crash, and with the air knocked out of him, he rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Once on the outside, Marcus leans against the apron, trying desperately to pull oxygen back into his lungs. X-Calibur is having none of this though, he goes over to the ropes, reaching down with his left hand and taking hold of Marion’s hair in an effort to bring him back into the ring, but once X pulls Marcus about halfway up, Marion snatches onto X-Calibur’s wrist with both hands and whips his recently injured arm against the top rope, causing X-Calibur to stumble backwards while cradling the arm close to his abdomen. Marcus flashes a brilliant smile, smelling an opportunity. He slides into the ring on his belly, much like a serpent, waiting to uncoil as X-Calibur staggers forward. As X walks forward, Marion rises fully to his feet and jumps, connecting with a textbook dropkick, smashing both feet into the shoulder socket of X-Calibur’s bad arm. The impact is so great that X-Calibur first drops down to both knees and then finally to his back, seeming to crumple downward slowly like an accordion. Taking his heinous actions even further, the moment X-Calibur hits the canvas, Marion flops on top of him and begins to nail the entire length of X-Calibur’s arm with jarring strikes, starting at the shoulder and working his way all the down to X-Calibur’s forearm, Marion’s knuckles meeting the flesh of the World Champion’s arm over and over again. Alan Ducard: Look at this bloke, it’s like watching a wild dog working to subdue some large animal, he’s tearing into that arm with absolutely everything he’s GOT. Bryan Harris: The amount of energy Marcus is pouring into his assault is almost scary, but it’s also incredibly smart. I’m sure Marion would be happy if he could actually snap the World Champion’s arm clean off, but I think for now he’s looking to neutralize the X-Terminator later on in the match. Jimmy Yates: Well it looks to me like he’s trying to cripple the man, look at him now, locking in a crucifix armbar! Marion has coiled himself around X-Calibur’s arm, holding him at the wrist and using his legs to rip at the tendons, applying particular pressure to the clavicle area. Marion’s face is a mask of determination, his eyes feral and hungry for gold, his perfect white teeth gritted and glimmering with specks of saliva. X-Calibur groans against the pain, trying to drag himself along the canvas with one hand, reaching desperately towards the ropes. Klinton Porter is right there, asking if X wants to give it up, and X emphatically shakes his head, sweat pouring down his brow as he concentrates all of his effort on inching his way closer to the bottom rope. Bryan Harris: He tapped during the Breaking Point match; I wouldn’t be surprised if we see X-Calibur tap again here tonight! Jimmy Yates: That was a totally different environment Bryan; it truly brought X-Calibur and Martinez both to their personal “breaking points.” Personally I think X’s will is far too strong to allow him to give in to the pain here, he wouldn’t want to give Marion the satisfaction. Becoming desperate, Marion screams at X-Calibur, imploring him to “TAP” while trying to maintain the submission hold. X-Calibur is undaunted though, with the fans cheering madly, X continues to fight through the pain, and after wiggling his way closer to the ropes, he’s finally able to extend his hand and wrap his fingers around the bottom rope. Porter immediately tells Marcus to break the hold, and after milking the ref’s five count, Marion finally releases his grip on X-Calibur’s arm. Alan Ducard: X-Calibur had the wherewithal to battle his way out of that predicament, but has the damage already been done? Infuriated, Marion wipes perspiration from his face and rudely pulls X-Calibur up to his feet, and in a surprising display of strength, Marcus pulls X-Calibur up into a fireman’s carry, and with the World Champion’s weight on his shoulder he moves towards the center of the ring. Jimmy Yates: What in god’s name could Marion have in mind here? Bryan Harris: I’m almost positive he’s thinking Death Valley Driver, Jimbo. I’ve seen Marcus pull off this move on smaller opponents many times before, but this is the first time I’ve seen him attempt it on a competitor that closely matches his own weight. Alan Ducard: I think Marion could pull it off, he clocks in at 233lbs, with X-Calibur clocking in at 245lbs, that’s only at 12lb difference. Once Marion has X in an optimum position to drop him on his head, The Blonde gathers up all his strength, but just as he’s about to drop X-Calibur, X starts to hammer Marion on the side of the head with elbow shots. Marion absorbs one or two, but as X continues the assault Marion’s knee buckles and he drops down, allowing X-Calibur to slide off his shoulders. With Marcus down on one knee, X-Calibur makes a beeline for the ropes, leaping up and springboarding off of them, catching The Blonde right across the bridge of the nose with a MASSIVE flying forearm smash. Marion falls backwards like a sack of bricks, and X-Calibur is right there to hook the leg. ONE! TWO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Marion just manages to kick out, sending a wave of negativity pouring out from the crowd. Alan Ducard: DRAGON’S FIST found it’s mark, but that wasn’t enough to put away The Blonde. Bryan Harris: Of course not, The True Revolutionary doesn’t go down that easy, have a little respect for this company’s architect Alan! Marcus is laid out on the mat, shaking his head back and forth as though he just nearly avoided getting knocked out on that exchange. X-Calibur rises to his feet, inhaling deeply and making a wheeling motion with his bad arm, trying to drive away the sick and pulsating ache that’s traveling through it. Meanwhile Marcus struggles up to his knees, and he shows X-Calibur his palms, shaking his head back and forth so fast that his sweat flies from his blonde hair. Jimmy Yates: And what you look at that, Marion begging off, I really can’t say that I’m surprised. Bryan Harris: He just wants a timeout, come on X, show a little sportsmanship in there why don’t cha! X-Calibur smirks, and that smirk alone tells the world that he has no mercy to give to Marion, only a bucket load of agony. With the chesire cat grin on his face, X moves in, reaching down to force Marcus to his feet, but as X leans in Marion pistons a thumb into X-Calibur’s eye, effectively driving the World Champion back with his hands cradling his face. Marcus is up in a flash, moving forward and grappling X up into an atomic drop position, but instead of following through Marion negotiates X-Calibur into the corner and places him on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring. Marcus grins, wrapping his arms around X-Calibur’s waist, looking to score with a german suplex, but X-Calibur fights it. The World Champion smashes a barrage of elbows into Marcus’s face, and then he manages to turn his body around so that they’re facing one another. X-Calibur rears his neck back and then SNAPS his head forward, crushing a headbutt into Marion’s face and causing him to fall from his perch in the sky all the way down to the pristine white canvas below. Marcus lands on his spine, cringing once and then becoming perfectly still, his arms and legs thrown out like the limbs of a ragdoll. X-Calibur sees his chance, working carefully he resets his position on the turnbuckle, and once he’s attainted his balance, the World Champion SOARS through the air with his elbow aimed downward, and all 245lbs of Eryk Van Warren drills into The Blonde, his elbow nearly impaling Marion’s ribcage and jarring the black heart that beats within. Marion’s feet buck as though feeling an earthquake-like tremor, and X-Calibur is quick to make the cover. Jimmy Yates: HANG TIME ELBOW!!! X-Calibur nailed him! ONE! TWO! THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Just as Klinton Porter is about to slap his hand down against the canvas for the three count, Marion uses his ring awareness to stretch out his foot and place it against the bottom rope. X-Calibur sees this and rises up to his knees, his face showing obvious frustration as he smoothes back his long brown hair. Alan Ducard: That was TOO close; I think Marion’s equally black-hearted guardian angel must have intervened on that one, because I was sure The Blonde was a dead man after that ring-rocking elbow. Bryan Harris: YESSS! The Blonde is alive!! Shock the world Marion, rein in the age of the True Revolutionary for the THIRD TIME! I’m a believer boys, it’s gonna happen tonight! X-Calibur gets to his knees, looking down at Marion with a treacherous gleam in his eyes. Working very slowly, he reaches into his tights and pulls out a BLOODIED DOLLAR BILL! Jimmy Yates: Well look at that! It’s the same piece of currency Marion threw at X after that cowardly assault last week! X-Calibur balls the piece of cash up, and then he STUFFS it into the mouth of Marcus Marion, shoving it down almost to the very back of this throat. Marcus gags, clawing at his adam’s apple, but X keeps his palm latched over Marion’s mouth, preventing him from dislodging the bill. Bryan Harris: Porter needs to a put a stop to this; he’s going to kill the man!! After a moment of humiliation, X rises, taking his hand away from Marcus’s mouth, and Marion turns to the side and practically vomits up the dollar bill along with a few strings of messy saliva. He looks up at X with bloodshot, hate-filled eyes, his blonde hair hanging lank about his head. Alan Ducard: That was disgusting to watch, but Marion deserved it without a shadow of a doubt. X-Calibur reaches down with his left arm to pull Marion up, but in a burst of desperate speed, Marcus latches onto X’s bad arm and yanks it back behind him, locking in a ferocious hammerlock. X-Calibur’s face turns into a mask of pain, and Marion seems almost to feed on this, pulling harder on the arm, practically trying to snap the shoulder right out of the socket. X-Calibur staggers forward, trying to break the hold, but Marion wastes no motion, quickly releasing the hold and LAUNCHING a straight kick into the back of X-Calibur’s shoulder joint. X is thrown forward by the impact, his throat guillotining against the top tope. With X still leaning precariously against the ropes, Marion flies in low and chop blocks X-Calibur on the back of the knee, making a clean cut and chopping The World Champion down to his back. Once X is down, Marion plants both feet on X’s chest, standing on it while holding onto the top rope and grinning out at the crowd. He is washed in boos, and as Porter reaches his five count, Marion finally relents and steps back. Jimmy Yates: I swear, just when you think Marcus is down for the count, he makes a jaw-dropping comeback like this and shocks the masses. Having applied a tremendous amount of pressure to X’s sternum, Marion violently whips the World Champion up to his feet. X-Calibur seems to gain a burst of strength though; he BLASTS a right hand into Marion’s face. The Blonde staggers back, but then fires back with a right of his own. X-Calibur with a RIGHT! Marion with a RIGHT! X-Calibur swings a huge haymaker that clips Marcus on the side of the cheek, and The Blonde is ROCKED! X-Calibur starts to get the better of the exchange, pounding Marion with right hands and driving him back towards the center of the ring. During a momentary pause in this barrage, Marcus homes in on X-Calibur’s left arm and just begins to rain down clubbing blows to the shoulder region, the strikes so hard and furious that X-Calibur is forced to crumble down to his knees with his arm cradled close to his body in an effort to protect it. Alan Ducard: X-Calibur was really throwing the soup bones in there, but once more Marion targets that injured arm like a vulture snapping up carrion. Bryan Harris: X-Calibur is being systematically worn down; it’s only a matter of time before Marcus puts the old dog to sleep. Sneering with a sparkling meanness in his eyes, Marion whips his blonde hair back from his face and grabs X-Calibur by the head and forcefully pulls him down into a standing headscissors. Marion reaches down and locks his arms around the World Champion’s waist, looking to blast his skull into the mat and take his rightful spot as NEW World Champion. Bryan Harris: Marion is about to thrill us, he’s going to hit that famous piledriver of his, and that’ll be all she wrote folks, we’re about to see history made tonight in Pittsburgh! Just as Marion goes to lift X-Calibur up for the piledriver, X shifts his weight and allows his feet to touch back down on the canvas, then getting up a head of steam X-Calibur blasts his good shoulder into Marion’s gut and barrels him across the ring and into one of the turnbuckle corners spine first. Marion hisses as the pain travels up his spinal column, and as X-Calibur backs up to continue the onslaught, Marion wisely drops down to the canvas and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Jimmy Yates: What the hell is this? Marion needs to get in that ring and continue this match; he’s got no business out there! Bryan Harris: The Blonde always has a plan Jimbo, watch and see. Marion moves towards the timekeeper’s area, holding his lower back and gritting his teeth in a mixture of pain and anger. The Blonde grabs a steel chair, snapping it closed and then making a beeline for the ring, and while still on the outside Marion wedges the steel chair between the ropes on one side of the ring, all the while Klinton Porter admonishes Marion and tells him to get rid of that foreign object. Alan Ducard: I don’t know what Marion has in mind here, but the last thing he wants is to get disqualified. Marcus slides into the ring under the bottom rope, and looking over his shoulder he sees that Klinton Porter is working to dislodge the chair from in between the ropes, where it’s stuck fast. Marcus grins like a fox in a henhouse, and as X-Calibur moves in to put Marion away, Marcus dives forward with a MEAT HOOKING lowblow that that very well could have shattered X-Calibur’s legendary testicles. X’s eyes widen to the point of disbelief, both hands going down to nurse his wounded groin, while Marion turns his attention to one of the turnbuckles on the opposite corner of the ring. Marion works fast, pulling the turnbuckle padding off the steel cables and shooting one glance backwards to make sure Porter is still occupied with the chair. Jimmy Yates: Oh would you look at this, it’s a damn setup! This snake is cheating the system, X-Calibur is about to get robbed! With X-Calibur laid out on his side, both hands cupping his crotch, Marion rips him back up to his feet slowly by the hair, and then while pausing to look out at the crowd, Marion draws up phlegm from his chest and HAWKS a huge wad of saliva into X-Calibur’s face. Still holding X-Calibur’s hair, he stares out at the crowd, a brilliant frat boy smile stretching the lining of his face. “DIE MARION DIE!!! DIE MARION DIE!!!” Still holding X-Calibur by the hair, Marion runs forward, letting out a bloodcurdling war cry, aiming X’s face towards the exposed steel of the turnbuckle, but at the last second, X-Calibur reverses the momentum and snatches a handful of platinum blonde hair into his hand, and then he turns it around and DRILLS Marion’s face directly into the unforgiving steel. At this point Klinton Porter finally wrestles the steel chair free of the ropes, and he tosses it out of the ring, turning around just as X-Calibur hits the exclamation point of the evening. After Marion staggers away from the turnbuckle, X-Calibur spins him around and LEAPS up, locking onto The Blonde’s neck with a vice-grip-like ¾ facelock, and then he CRUSHES Marion into the canvas with an emotionally-charged X-TERMINATOR! All the fight goes out of Marcus’s body as he crashes down, and X-Calibur promptly covers him. ONE! TWO! THREE! Josephina Colbert: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, and STILL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, X-CALLLLLIBURRRRRRR!!!! Alan Ducard: X-Calibur did it! He put away LEGACY’s self-proclaimed architect, and he did it with style! Bryan Harris: Marion got robbed! This is a travesty! Jimmy Yates: Oh please… X-Calibur rises up to his feet, gingerly flexing the hand of his bad arm to try and get the blood flowing again. He reaches up and swipes spit from his face, and then he flings it right back down into Marion’s own face. Porter rushes over to X with the World Title, and the World Champion takes it into his hand, swinging it upwards for the entire world to see. But before “Harvester of Sorrow” can even truly begin, it is cut off by another ominous tune… “ALL OUR TIMES HAVE COME!!!!!!!” The arena is washed in blackness, and as Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear The Reaper” roars through the Mellon Arena, a familiar form appears at the top of the elevated walkway. Jimmy Yates: …I don’t like the look of this folks. This could be bad. X-Calibur just went through a hard-fought battle, and now that freak of nature Entragian is making his way down to the ring. Bryan Harris: Oh boys…X-Calibur just faced bad in the very center and that ring and triumphed, but he is about to come face to face with PURE EVIL. The Pale Rider stands just outside the curtains for a moment, swinging his head from side to side to regard to the crowd with a look of disinterested misanthropy. A triggered timer sets off bursts of flame along the ramp way as he begins to stalk his way towards the ring, painting the albino in hellish light. Just as Issac reaches the apron and steps up, Marion rolls out the ring, staggering towards the exit. Entragian regards him for a moment with an expression of mild-disgust on his face, and then his attention snaps back to the World Champion standing in the center of the ring. Three hundred pounds of pale and twisted psychopath steps towards X-Calibur, until the two are mere inches away. Entragian looms over X, looking down at him with cold glint in his eyes. Alan Ducard: What’s gonna happen here? These two are combustible elements for sure! X-Calibur doesn’t back up even a centimeter, and there is no
fear in the champ’s gaze, only fiery defiance. The Pale Rider: So sweet, just like virgin p*ssy… X-Calibur’s face hardens; his jaw clenching. His fists ball up at his sides, and he steps even closer to Issac, until the two are chest to chest. Issac stares down at the World Champion, laughing right into his face, a crazed sparkle glimmering on the hollows of his eyes. X-Calibur: Matter of time, freak. Matter of time… Jimmy Yates: Look at this staredown, so tense, a precursor to the war these two will rage at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS. Alan Ducard: The World Champion and the Number One Contender face to face in the ring, doesn’t get any bigger than that folks. The shot closes on Entragian & X-Calibur, still chest to chest, now jaw-jacking at each other with unbridled intensity, sharing what have got to be venomous words.
The curtain opens, and “The Blonde” steps through it, sans gold. Tonight was to be his. Tonight he was to once again be the LEGACY World Champion. He face is a mixture of disappointment and disgust as he wipes a hand across his brow, when suddenly a familiar voice beckons him. “We need to talk.” Burgundy suit, gold silk shirt, Rolex on his wrist – it’s The Highlight of the Night, and with a broad smile, he beckons for Marion to follow him. |
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