Jimmy Yates: As we heard back at STRIFE 54, Thomas Manchester Black doesn’t seem too excited about all the hype Cervantes is getting…

Bryan Harris: And why should he? Thomas Manchester Black had accomplished quite a bit before showing up here in LEGACY, and he’s the one who should be getting the kind of hype that Cervantes has been receiving.

Alan Ducard: Certainly not Thomas’ first foray in a ring, it just so happens that he hasn’t had as impactful a debut as Cervantes – who has single handedly put multiple competitors on the shelf with his deadly superkick.

Jimmy Yates: They’ve both got power, let’s see who put it to best use in this opening encounter!

Alan Ducard: Thomas Black really taking it to the lasts “Show me Something” victor. Cervantes can’t seem to get a hit in thus far.

Jimmy Yates: This is a guy who preaches learning from his mistakes, let’s not count him out yet.

Bryan Harris: I counted him out before the bell rang, Thomas Black is going to clean his clock.

Black comes charging HUGE LARIAT INTO THE TURNBUKCLE!! Black whips Cervantes into the opposite turnbuckles, and Cervantes again collides back first into a turnbuckle. TMB again comes charging – He leaps!! Cervantes ducks out!! TMB falls into the top turnbuckle and stumbles back clutching his chest in pain.

Jimmy Yates: See?! An opening!!

Grabbing a wrist of his opponent Cervantes puts on a lock, rolling under Black’s arm causing Black to double over. Keeping the lock on Cervantes swiftly raises his boot – HOOK KICK TO THE FACE!! – Black goes reeling back as the wrist lock is broken, enraged, TMB takes one step forward, and Cervantes has him locked instantly. Cervantes throws over a shoulder and grabs onto a belt – SNAP SUPLEX!! Referee Ross Quattro hits the ground as Cervantes makes the pin attempt.

One…

Tw- No!! TMB SHOVES his opponent off.

Both men are up – they lock up and Cervantes throws an arm wide, putting Manchester Black into a side headlock. Black shoves him forward and into the ropes, Cervantes hits the ropes, bounces – and comes charging back only to get leveled by a shoulder tackle. TMB follows up with a BOOT TO THE THROAT!!

Ross Quattro with the DQ five count!!!!

One!!

Cervantes is kicking wildly in pain!!

Two!!

TMB Leans forward, applying more pressure…

Three!!

Drunk college kids in the crowd: “QUATTRO!!”

Ross Quattro getting in TMB’s face and TMB breaks the choke and seems annoyed at Ross Quattro for giving a thumbs up to the fans in the front row who shouted his name.

Jimmy Yates: One, two, three… Quattro… again??

Alan Ducard: It’s sweeping the nation…

Bryan Harris: Kinda makes you happy to be British, eh Big Al?

Thomas Black lifts his opponent and delivers a few quick knees to the midsection. Black with the Irish whip and – CERVENTES COLLIDES WITH ROSS QUATTRO!! Both men go down!!

Jimmy Yates: That was intentional!!

Bryan Harris: No way!! Quattro really needs to watch what he’s doing in there.

Cervantes goes to one knee, looking over Quattro asking him if he’s alright. The ref nods, saying, “I’m fine, I’m fine” but he seems out of it. The crowd starts to “BOOOOO” as TMB pulls out something heavy from his pocket. He holds it over his head, shaking it arrogantly before closing his fist around the object.

Alan Ducard: What iss that Manchester Black is holding?

Jimmy Yates: I think, I think it’s a roll of quarters Alan…

Cervantes is still checking on Quattro when from behind TMB DECKS CERVENTES WITH THE ROLL OF QUARTERS!!

Jimmy: Ouch!!

Bryant Harris: First he got Quattro’d, then he got Quarter’d!

Cerventes clutches his head in pain and Black lifts him to his feet grabbing a fist full of charcoal hair. TMB locks in a reverse headlock, placing the roll of quarters back in his pocket with his free arm just as the referee finally comes two. Rolling sideways like crashing thunder TMB twists while keeping the inverted face-lock and

SPINNING NECKBREAKER!!

VIOLENT PARTY!!

The pin!!

One…

Two…

THREE!!!!

Quattro calls for the bell.

*DING* *DING* *DING*

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by PINFALL, THOMAS MAAANCHESTER BLAAACK!!

Security Guard: Yeah, man, he’s back there.

Ethan grabs the guard by the head and kisses him on the forehead.

Ethan Leers: If you are lying to me, I’ll f**king kill you.

Ethan slaps the guard and pushes him out of the way. Ethan turns a corner.

Ethan Leers: HEY! Sh*t for brains!

The camera turns the corner to see Damien Black leaning against a corner. Ethan goes forward, getting real close to Damien. Black just gets off the wall and tenses up, in case anything happens. Ethan, however, keeps a slight amount of distance, spitting on the ground in front of Black.

Ethan Leers: You..uhhh…you want to f**king explain why you were in my business at STRIFE 54? Cuz, uhhh…I ***king hate it when people get in my f**king business.

Black shrugs.

Damien Black: I have my reasons.

Ethan nods, a sarcastic snicker escaping his lips.

Ethan Leers: Heh, you have your f**king reasons, eh? Your f**king reasons?! Let me tell you something, shithead. Crazyboy? Tyrone? He’s f**king mine? You got that.

Ethan reaches forward and pokes Damien in the chest.

Ethan Leers: F**king mi-

Damien lashes out and grabs Ethan’s hand. In the distance, the Hershey Kiss mascot sees the scene getting more tense, and he scurries off.

Damien Black: You talk to much.

The camera shifts and the No Limits Champion, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith comes into view. He just shakes his head and walks up between Damien Black and Ethan Leers. He sighs and shakes his head, his focus intently on "The Cult Leader".

Crazy Boy: Ethan, Ethan, ETHAN! If you interfering with my match is your way to get inside my skin, it's working.

Smirking, Ethan Leers is proud of his progress and lets Crazy Boy continue.

Crazy Boy: It's working damn well. You are just really starting to piss me off, you know that? But listen to me, you masochistic son of a bitch. If you think that just because you are interfering with my matches and causing me to lose to Chris Turner, that you are you going to weasel your way into another title shot... I said it once, and I'll say it again... you ARE NOT getting another shot. You had your chance, it's time to move on.

Crazy Boy looks at Ethan Leers and notices that he is fuming a little bit. Crazy Boy just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.

CB: I call it like I see it. In fact, despite all that happened, Turner still beat me in the middle of that ring. If anything, he deserves the title shot at Destined for Greatness. Not you, Leers.

He turns to Damien Black.

CB: And not you either. You see, you interfered as well, and I know that you meant well, but...

That is all that is said as Damien Black knocks Tyrone down with a stiff forearm shot to the face. Crazy Boy is quick to get back up, rubbing his face as he turns around and glares at Black. Before he can do anything, Ethan Leers turns CB around and pushes CB. Tyrone just smiles and pushes Leers back. Before long, CB and Leers are pushing each other harder and harder, getting more physical with each push.

Leers pushes Crazy Boy back into the wall and we see road agents Franklin, Kidd and Thompkins rushing down the hall to break things up. Franklin and Thompkins get inbetween CB, Leers and Black who has gotten to his feet. There lots of yelling as the agents try and restore order and Leers takes a swing at CB. Carter Franklin ducks as the punch almsot graed him. Suddenly Leers is drug backwards and we see at first road agent Patrick Kidd is just pulling him away, and then suddenly Kidd locks in a Cobra clutch. Leers tries to fight it but Kidd just keeps dragging him away and then stops and tightens up the hold when Leers starts to fade. Franklin and Thompkins look over to Kidd and realize what is happening, but don't know if they should let go of Crazy Boy and Black.

Suddenly we see road agent Anastasia Ewing running down the hall, yelling at Kidd to let Leers go, but Kidd seems in a daze. This causes Carter Franklin to trying and pull Kid dof of Leers, but as soon as he touches Kidd, he snaps out of it and lets Leers go. Carter and Ewing check on Leers as Kidd looks down at his hands and shakes his head then walks off down the hall without saying a word, while the rest of the agents try to get Crazy Boy and Damien Black to go back to their locker rooms.

Just before rounding a corner and heading down the stairs into the bowels of the arena, Issac notices J-Mo. The albino pats Liz on the ass, signaling her to go on without him as he cocks his head towards Moreno. Elizabeth’s lips curl up into a deranged smile, and she nods, moving down the stairs as Entragian approaches the bench and sits down next to Justin, unbuttoning his charcoal gray suit jacket.

Moreno registers that he has company, looking at The Ivory Terror out the corner of his eye. Entragian takes note of the fact that there’s a profound difference in J-Mo, from his body language right down to the sour expression on his face. Issac grins, exposing those shark teeth and tipping J-Mo a companionable wink.

Justin Moreno: What the hell do you want, bro?

Issac’s expression takes on a note of mock hurt, his hand going to cover his heart as he winches noticeably.

Issac Entragian: That hurts. Can’t I check up on my boy, my Team Kindred soldier? No harm in that, right?

Justin Moreno: I’m not your boy. And in case you hadn’t noticed, dude, The Co Op Challenge is over. I’m not a member of Team Kindred anymore.

Issac chuckles, looking at J-Mo with raised eyebrows.

Issac Entragian: You could have fooled me. The way you’re acting lately, it just screams “Team Kindred”. You’re changing, Justin, I can feel it. Have you felt that lil’ snap inside yourself yet? If not, don’t worry, you will…

J-Mo cocks his head, humoring Issac.

Issac Entragian: Ya know..Derek Shane changed, J-Mo. I merely sped up the process. He was quite the project, but in working with him, I gained a desire to work with the man I was training Shane to battle…you.

Moreno narrows his eyes, listening with keen ears. Entragian nods earnestly, tapping his forked tongue against the roof of his mouth.

Issac Entragian: All that hate you feel, all that emotion, there are ways to channel those feeling into something more. Something that will lead you to untold amounts of success and power.

The albino leans forward, locking eyes with Moreno.

Issac Entragian: What I’m saying is that I can HELP you, Justin. I can help you wipe the face of that cum-snuffling coke whore from your memory, and start anew down a very different path, a path you’ve avoided in an effort to be the “good guy”…

Moreno stands up at this point, looking at Issac with a practically unreadable expression in his face. Entragian rails on, his voice so smooth and manipulative, like the purr of an old tomcat late at night.

Issac Entragian: You wanna be the hero; you wanna pander to these fans, the same fans who laugh at you behind your back when they see something about Allison in the news? Or would you like to live in the real world, and do whatever it takes to get what YOU want?

Entragian leans forward.

Issac Entragian: Just something to think about. There’s one person you should care about in this hard old world, Justin, and that’s YOURSELF. When you start caring, you come find me.

The albino grins that grin, and J-Mo walks out of frame passing by the Hershey Kiss mascot, leaving the masses to wonder just what Moreno thinks of such an offer as Moreno walks away completely devoid of emotion.

Bryan Harris: Really? I thought they International Incident were fighting for Bashir's green card.

Jimmy Yates: While it may be too early to throw International Incident into the upper tier of the tag ranks, they are showing a greater focus on being a tag team. First with a team name, and then by wearing matching tights.

Bryan Harris: Thanks "Legacy Joan Rivers". Do you know who designed their gear too?

Alan Ducard: Lets stop this impromptu fashion talk, as we’re wasting valuable time on the Fox Network and get to the arena to see if HgH could get the win and keep rolling, or if International Incident would take a major first step to World Tag Team dominance!

Alan Ducard: Both men having the same intentions there... with no luck!

Bryan Harris: I blame the wacky tobacky and the Canadian-ness.

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

Bryan Harris: Hey did we ever find out if we can even say HgH's full name on Fox?

Alan Ducard: Lets not risk it.

Jimmy Yates: With the way those three talk I'm surprised Legacy management decided to put them on network TV.

Bryan Harris: I know... right?

Alan Ducard: ... ... Did you two just agree??

Bryan Harris: NO.

Alan Ducard: I'm sure you did.

In the ring Franks is up to his feet, clutching at his ribs. He walks over and makes the tag to Mostafa Bashir. Bashir pounds his chest, and takes off, and as Joey Sheppard gets to his feet he is leveled with a running clothesline. Bashir brings the smaller HgH member. He scoops him up. Grabs him in a huge bear hug.

Jimmy Yates: BEAR HUG! BEAR HUG!

Bryan Harris: Really... REALLY?!

Bashir begins shaking Sheppard like a rag doll. Sheppard's face is reddened as he gasps for breath.

Bryan Harris: Trying to get as much Oxygen as he can... but for the Fox people, we'll call it his "HOBBY" ... doesn't have the best lungs in the business... so to speak.

Alan Ducard: Good point, Bry.

Bashir shakes Joey a few times who's arms start to droop slowly towards his sides.

Jimmy Yates: He's fading.

Bashir then spins and nails a belly to belly suplex. He floats over to a lateral press.

One...

Two...

th-NO! Joey shoulders out.

Bashir gets to his feet and stomps down with violent force into the ribcage of Joey Sheppard. Bashir then walks t his corner and tags in Allen Franks. Franks dashes across and hits a baseball slide dropkick to the rib cage of Sheppard. He jumps to his feet, drops an elbow, and quickly makes a cover.

One...

two...

NO!

Joey gets a shoulder up again.

Franks is up. He brings Joey up with him. Scoops him, and body slams him down. Franks then points dramatically to the bottom rope.

Bryan Harris: Dear God, no. I thought this fad was over.

Jimmy Yates: Think again, Bry. It looks like the Canuck is about to go to the great white north... also known as? The Yukon!

Franks jumps to the bottom rope, and the leaps off with Yukon Diving Headbutt into the ribcage.

Jimmy Yates: He connects!

Franks shakes a few of the cobwebs out from using his own head as a weapon as he he hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

Three-nope!

Alan Ducard: Sheppard out in the nick of time!

Franks shakes his head, clearly frustrated. He gets up and brings Joey to his feet. Goes for an irish whip into the corner. Joey reverses it, sending Franks into the corner, chest first. Joey quickly follows Franks into the corner and leaps bringing both knees up towards his chest and driving them into Allen's back. Franks slumps down in the corner. Joey collapses to the mat after delivering the desperation move.

Jimmy Yates: Remember, Allen's ribs have got to be sore because of that earlier mid air collision he and Joey had.

Bryan Harris: That move would be better if Franks had hair beads.

Alan Ducard: What?

Bryan Harris: I'm just saying hair beads would make that move "pop".

Joey slowly starts to crawl to his corner. Conrad reaching his hand out while slapping the top turnbuckle. The crowd begins clapping along with his turnbuckle slaps.

Alan Ducard: Joey's getting close.

Franks turns and see Sheppard closing in on making the tag, and dives to grab an ankle. But Joey is gives a one legged mule kick straight back into Allen's face, and dives and makes the tag to Conrad Kirk. Kirk is in and quickly levels Franks with a clothesline. He runs at the International Incident corner and drives Bashir off the apron with a forearm. He stays in the corner and awaits Allen to get to his feet. Once he does he takes off and nails a running big boot on Allen Franks. He drops to make the cover.

One...

Two...

th-no!

Franks kicks out.

Conrad picks up Allen Franks and hoists him onto his shoulder. He looks at his corner's top turnbuckle and nods. The crowd feeling it lets out a cheer.

Alan Ducard: Looking to roll some snake eyes.

The crowd's cheers quickly turn to boos as we see Arch Angel come from the crowd over the barricade. Conrad sees this and drops Franks, and yells at Casino to intercept the Anarchy member. Casino has already seen Arch Angel and cuts him off. The two begin exchanging haymakers. The crowd working themselves into a frenzy. The referee is looking out over the top rope admonishing both and occasionally looking to the back and calling for some help to get things under control.

Bryan Harris: Might Teddy steps to the plate!

From behind, T.Rex slides into the ring brandishing a wood Louisville Slugger and wearing a #8 Shane Victorino Phillies jersey. He taps each boot like he's trying to knock the dirt out of his cleats and then takes off and nails a sickening shot to Conrad Kirk's lower back. Kirk drops and lets out a howl of pain which causes the referee to spin. He sees Kirk down. Sees the bat in T.Rex's hand and immediately calls for the bell. T.Rex shrugs, and then drives another shot, this one into the ribs. He then takes bails out of the ring as both Joey and Bashir get into the ring. He escapes back through the crowd, and we see that Arch Angel was able to get away from Casino and has joined him in the crowd, who is none too happy with the two Cirque du MoFo members. In the ring Joey checks on Conrad, as Mostafa and Allen stare down Anarchy.

The referee slides out of the ring, and speaks to Josephina Colbert briefly. She nods and pulls the mic to her lips.

Josephina Colbert: Winners of this match, by result of a disqualification. Conrad Kirk. Joey Sheppard. H.....G.....H!!!!!!!!!!!!

The two International Incident members look incredibly annoyed by this, and continue to stare down T.Rex and Arch Angel as they back their through the crowd.

Jimmy Yates: I know that Conrad Kirk and Joey Shepard have seemed to have Anarchy's number the past couple months... but why all the sudden are they interfering like this?! I don't think those two teams have met in months...

Before ANARCHY can get too far through the crowd, a voice interrupts just as the camera goes to the entrance stage.

Smith Cartwright: Hold on just a minute!

The excited crowd cheers, then quiets down, hoping to hear what the front office representative has to say.

Smith Cartwright: T.Rex, Arch Angel, I had planned to make this announcement later tonight, but you've forced my hand! LEGACY fans here in the great state of Pennsylvania, I had a talk with the tag teams of LEGACY earlier tonight - a few minutes before the show, and what I told them obviously made ANARCHY a little ticked off!

The camera switches to show T.Rex who looks angry out in the crowd.

Smith Cartwright: STRIFE 54 saw the Flying Avengers become the number one contenders to the World Tag Team Titles...

The crowd boos, and Smith acknowledges it as he continues.

Smith Cartwright: But since they didn't exactly do it fairly, they're not going to have a straight-up match with the Agents of Destiny at Destined for Greatness 2009... because the front office has decided to make it a FOUR WAY LADDER MATCH!!

Immediately the fans start cheering, popping with excitement.

Alan Ducard: I believe this is becoming something of a Destined for Greatness summer tradition!

Bryan Harris: Summer Traditions... what is this, SWA?

Smith Cartwright: Setting a record which will probably never be broken, Domination set a standard for tag team dominance, so they will get a chance to regain the World Tag Team titles at LEGACY's flagship event.

The cheering from the fans force Smith to take a quick pause.

Smith Cartwright: And obviously the reason why ANARCHY decided to vent some frustration here tonight... the front office reviewed the tape of the match between the Flying Avengers and HgH from the Glimmer of Hope weekend... and because of how that match transpired, Conrad Kirk and Joey Shepard will be the seventh and eighth competitors signed into that match respectively!!

Not wanting to listen anymore, Arch Angel and T.Rex turn and walk off through the crowd, going through a large zamboni-sized corridor draped with a curtain, disappearing out of sight.

Alan Ducard: What a huge announcement that is, with four teams getting a shot at obtaining the World Tag Team Championships in a ladder match... and if the past two multi-team ladder matches we've seen in LEGACY are any indication, it should be very exciting - especially given the teams involved.

Diego de Cardenas: Cut that awesome theme music so I can get things rollin'.

The production crew hears his plea and they fade it out.

Diego de Cardenas: STRIFE 54, it wasn't too kind to El Chupacabra. Hector... he didn't make it. Poor guy, he's on the shelf for a while with that hip... but don't feel too bad for him, he's well stocked with cerveza.

Some of the fans in attendance chuckle.

Diego de Cardenas: Although he can't do the thing he loves most in this world - wrestle - he does get to do the OTHER thing he loves most on earth - get drunk to hell and chirp at the beautiful chicas who no doubt want to come over and play nurse.

Diego smirks, then continues.

Diego de Cardenas: Now, there's somethin I gotta say, and I'm gonna wait until Cronos Diamante walks through that curtain, because this concerns him. Muchacho!

Lowering the microphone, Diego waits. “Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin, in place of “Wish” by NIN, starts up over the public address system and Cronos walks out with a microphone in his hand, sporting a smile at the fans that managed to cheer him. Cronos is wearing a black t-shirt with the “Honor Above All” in camouflage on the front, accompanied by combat boots. The cheers pick up and Cronos waits for them to cool down, having to hush them himself after a while.

Cronos Diamante: I believe Diego has something to say fans…

The mixed reaction of boos and cheers start up again but Cronos cuts them off.

Cronos Diamante: Hey! Show the man some respect and let him speak. If you want to boo him after what he’s had to say then by all means, but let’s hear what is on Diego’s mind, shall we? I do apologize about that Diego. The floor is yours and I’m all ears.

Looking around, you can tell that Diego is hesitant about what he's about to say.

Diego de Cardenas: You and me, Birdy Boy... we have our history, as most of these people probably know. And back at STRIFE 54, me and Hector, we were in a bad spot with those pretty boy bitches looking to take advantage of El Chupacabra's hard fought match for the tag titles... and for whatever reason, you showed up and kept the vultures from picking our bones... So Cronos? Gracias.

In the humbling moment, Diego lowers the microphone and looks down, almost ashamed at what he just had to say, but he looks up in Cronos' direction.

Cronos Diamante: Diego, you don’t need to thank me. There was no honor in what was being done to you and it’s time we bring honor back to this great company. It seems to have become a forgotten word and I’m going to change that.

Cronos begins a walk toward the ring and climbs the steel steps slowly as he continues talking.

Cronos Diamante: And to be honest with you, Diego… I’ve seen a bit of a change in the way you approach the world as of late. I like it. I believe you’ve gone through some rough times and you’ve had your eyes opened slightly. The past is just that, Diego… past. Our history is just that… history.

Cronos steps through the ropes and stands a few feet from Diego.

Cronos Diamante: As for Adam Davis and Ledge… I don’t care for either one of them. Whatever it is Mr. Davis has turned himself into lately, I don’t like. He used to stand for something and he doesn’t anymore. Ledge? Don’t know him. Never did. Don’t plan to. Have a match with him upcoming though. And he’ll be introduced to the concept of Honor Above All. And if Davis gets involved, he will too. But maybe he won’t have forgotten who eliminated him at the Co-Op Challenge. So let’s wipe the slate clean and start over, Diego.

Diego de Cardenas: Sounds like you don't got no love for those bitch boys neither... So let me say a little Buenas Suerte on your dealin's wit' Ledge tonight... and since this thing between me and them is far from over, I might just be givin' you a call since Hector's on the shelf...

Cronos pats Diego on the shoulder.

Cronos Diamante: I’d step in that ring with you any day, Diego. If you need me, let me know.

Mentally processing Cronos' offer, Diego nods his head, then walks over and exits the ring, heading back up the ramp to a mixed reaction which has more cheers this time than before.

Alan Ducard: These are two men who do NOT like each other, and neither one of them has ever been known for their amazing technical prowess. They are brawlers, bruisers, and they are two of our larger competitors. This match is going to be smash mouth and violent.

Bryan Harris: And I’m going to love it! Start the feed! Start the feed!

Jimmy Yates: It’s the size advantage. RAGE has been trying to stand with Gray this entire match, and eventually, the size difference is going to catch up.

Alan Ducard: I don’t want to meet the man who Lucien Gray doesn’t have a size advantage on.

RAGE again gets to his feet. Lucien spins him around, but RAGE is able to use the momentum to launch a HARD fist into the face of Lucien. Lucien staggers back and RAGE slams his shoulder into Lucien’s stomach! Lucien stays standing, so RAGE again launches his shoulder into Lucien’s stomach, but again Lucien stays standing. RAGE again launches himself forward, but Lucien catches RAGE by the shoulder. He lifts RAGE back up and pulls him quickly forward, slamming RAGE in the stomach with a knee! Lucien then grabs RAGE by the throat and launches him across the ring!

Alan Ducard: That’s some seriously ridiculous power.

Bryan Harris: And that’s why the Agents of Destiny are the LEGACY Tag Team Champions.

RAGE is up quickly, and he charges in again, only to be brought down quickly by a big boot. RAGE is up again, but it’s slower, and he charges in again, throwing wild punches, some of which connect. However, Lucien is able to knock RAGE flat again with one punch. This time, Lucien drops for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

RAGE gets his shoulder up immediately after the second count. Lucien grabs RAGE’s head and slams him a few times with punches before throwing his head back down and pinning again.

ONE!

TWO!

RAGE again gets the shoulder up. Lucien lifts RAGE up, wraps his arms around the waist of RAGE, and locks on a tight bear hug, shaking RAGE around violently. RAGE tries to launch elbows down on the shoulders and head of Lucien, so Lucien just TOSSES Rage across the ring! RAGE actually rolls out of the ring and hit’s the concrete hard.

Later in the match…

RAGE begins to throttle Lucien. Lucien tries to fight RAGE off, but RAGE holds on with a passion, staying on top of Lucien and keeping the choke applied. The ref tells RAGE to let go, but RAGE continues to choke, his eyes filled with passion and…well…rage. The ref begins his five count, seeing that RAGE is not letting go.

Alan Ducard: RAGE doesn’t seem to care about getting disqualified here, he’s just looking to hurt Lucien!

Byran Harris: Come on ref! Do your job! Get him off!

The ref gets all the way to five and signals for the bell. The crowd boos, wanting to see a real ending, and RAGE doesn’t even seem to notice. He just keeps throttling Lucien, who has begun to turn a very bright shade of red.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by disqualification, Lucien Gray!

As RAGE throttles Lucien, the crowd boos loudly as Mirage makes his way to the ring! He slides under the ropes and tackles RAGE and procedes to launch punches into RAGE’s head. Lucien begins to recover and walks over towards Mirage and RAGE, but has he does so, the fans cheer loudly as VENOM makes his way to the ring! Before Lucien can react, Lucien is speared to the ground by VENOM!

Bryan Harris: SOMEONE GET THIS UNDER CONTROL! The Agents of Destiny are CHAMPIONS for god’s sake!

VENOM is up quickly, and he grabs hold of Mirage from behind, sending him up and over with a German Suplex. RAGE and LUCIEN are both now up, and they begin to trade blows as Mirage and VENOM roll around on the ground. The fans AGAIN begin to boo as The Flying Avengers make their way to the ring!

Bryan Harris: Oh good! They are here to fix things!?

Jimmy Yates: Really?

FLASH hit’s a hard polish hammer to the back of Mirage’s head! He then proceeds to stop down on RAGE! Kid Dynamite, hit’s a double flipping dropkick to Lucien and RAGE, which knocks them both down, more out of exhaustion than Dynamite’s power.

Alan Ducard: Fix things?

Byran Harris: Yeah! You have to knock everyone out to make them stop fighting.

Jimmy Yates: REALLY?

The fans begin to cheer loudly as HGH storms to the ring! The Flying Avengers actually slide out of the ring, deciding to run away and live to fight another day. However, RAGE is up, and he is sorta unsure of what happened, so he slams Shepard in the face, knocking him flat. Meanwhile, Mirage and Conrad begin trading blows! Finally, LEGACY security runs to the ring, keeping everything in check. The Flying Avengers have already made their way up the ramp.

Bryan Harris: See, all better.

Alan Ducard: That hardly has anything to do with the Flying Avengers.

Jimmy Yates: It looks like our tag team division just exploded. We will definitely be seeing reprocussions from this in a few weaks.

Intern Avery: Welcome to the Fox Sports LEGACY Special. I'm Avery George, and with me is Hazard, one of the newer additions to the roster here. We certainly appreciate the time you've taken to join us, Hazard.

Hazard: No problem, Avery. I promised you my exclusives, and this is the first sit-down interview I've done in..wow. I guess almost six years. Time gets away, I guess.

Avery: Then let's get right to business. First things first - why LEGACY, and why now?

Hazard: I've been doing this for a while, Avery. I guess right at a dozen years, but by all accounts, I'm still a young man - not quite 30 yet. I've been around the world more than once, but I've only settled down in two places for extended periods of time. The last place I settled was a promotion called FCW, but through some circumstances out of my control, it closed up shop. I've spent the last four years looking for someplace -

Hazard's cell phone rings, but he silences it quickly without looking down.

Hazard: My apologies, Avery. It's been so long since I've done one of these, it seems like I've forgotten my etiquette.

Avery: I think we can let it slide. Now, you said you were looking for someplace?

Hazard: Right. Looking for someplace I could settle down again. Someplace I could put the knowledge I've gained to good use. Through a mutual contact, I was notified about LEGACY, I did some research, and here I am.

Avery: What sort of knowledge are you looking to put to use?

Hazard: Styles. The Europeans use a much "stiffer" style. In Japan, it's all about pacing yourself. South America focuses a lot on submission wrestling. Without trying to beat a dead horse, all of these seem like better alternatives than getting beaten with chairs and barbed wire.

Avery: I can't argue with that. Now that you're here, what are your -

This time, it's the intern's phone that goes off. He looks down, but apparently doesn't recognize the number and silences his phone as well. Red faced, he continues.

Avery: My turn to apologize. I guess, ah, I guess I'm still learning some manners myself. Um..where was..oh. What are your long term goals here in LEGACY?

Hazard: Well, long term, I want to be on top of the world here. Anywhere I go, I aim for the top dogs. That's no disrespect to Loco or X-Calibur. But if I'm not aiming to be the very best, then I'm selling mys-

Mid sentence, drawing a glare from Hazard and more blushing from Avery, a crew member has burst into the room

Legacy Staff Member: Turn on the monitor!

Hazard: We're in the middle of something here, son.

Legacy Staff Member: Trust me! Turn on the monitor! Now!

Hazard picks up on the urgency in the man's voice and nods to Avery who quickly moves over and switches on a monitor. The audience sees the same feed that is viewable in the room.

Brick. Blue shutters. White columns holding porch roof.

White screen door. No front door directly behind it. The hallway starts.

Dark green corduroy pants. Gray and darker gray horizontal stripes.

Shaggy beard. Crooked smile. Eyes open wide.

Roll of duct tape, end stretched between roll and other hand.

RRRRRRRRRRIP.

Piece of tape.

Lengthwise ripped in half. Two strips.

Quick rip. Again. Four little strips.

Eye wide open, tape stip pulls up. Another pulls down.

Second eye gets same treatment.

Grizzly face, emotionless, eyes strained opened.

The feed cuts and when we go back to our interview room, Avery has a very puzzled look on his face. Hazard has his cell phone out again, however, and we pick up audio in mid sentence. His voice is muted, but the lack of volume indicates anything but calm.

Hazard: - eleven Stratton Ave. Judah residence. Jay You Dee A Haitch. Judah. No ma'am. I don't know. I'm not there. No ma'am. My wife and son.

Without warning Hazard bursts up from his chair and loses restraint.

Hazard: TWENTY THREE ELEVEN STRATTON AVENUE. GET SOMEBODY THERE RIGHT *censored*ng NOW!! RIGHT NOW!! DO YOUR *censored*ng JOB AND YOU GET SOMEBODY THERE NOW!!

Hazard slams his phone down and looks toward the monitor again, trying to get a glimpse of anything to let him know what's happening, what's going on, any sign of....anything.

Avery: Sir...I...I'm not....I'm not sure I understand.

Hazard hangs his head, and speaks quietly without looking up.

Hazard: That's my house, Avery. My home. That's where my family is.

Avery: But who...oh..oh, God.

Hazard looks up into a camera, jaw clenched, eyes burning and growls.

Hazard: You broke the rules, Frank. I want you to understand damn well I'm going to break mine.

Hazard exits quickly after picking up his cell phone, and can be heard yelling down the hallway for somebody to pull his car around. The last shot we see before scene change is Avery George, pale, with his hand over his mouth attempting to process what just occurred.

The fans' cheers start to lessen as the attack continues. By now, Ledge has Marion caught in Davis' "Grave Pain," the elevated single leg crab that puts all the torque on the neck. Not to be outdone, Davis takes his mallet and begins a few "warm-up swings."

Jimmy Yates: No!! They can't do this.

Bryan Harris: Who is stopping them exactly?

Some security start to head that way, but it’s too late. Davis puts his foot on the head of Marion and treats his head like one of those colored balls with a vicious downswing. The camera pulls away just before contact, and all it can show is parents scrambling to cover the eyes of young kids, and other fans looking horrified. Even without the visual, the audible "crack" could be heard.

Jimmy Yates: This has gone too far. Get in there!

Yates screams at security, who finally pulls Ledge off of Marion, and the crew tries to block Marion from Davis and Ledge. Davis, still holding his mallet, smiles looking down at the massive crimson stains on the mat and the muddled mess of skin and blood that used to be Marion's smirking face. Ledge, seizing the moment, reaches down and finds the mic.

Ledge: Die Marion! Die! Die Marion! Die! Oh come on, where are the chants and the cheers now? Isn’t this what you people wanted? Isn’t this what you shell out your hard earned money to see?

Jimmy Yates: This is just sick! The fans may not be behind Marion, but nobody wants to see this.

Ledge: Don’t worry. You’ll come around eventually. Trust me, this is only the beginning, boy and girls. Legacy still has a long way to go…

Jimmy Yates: One man that has really jarred the foundations of LEGACY with his arrival is Nick Ledgerwood. Ever since hitting the scene he’s been making an impact, already establishing himself as a formidable superstar. His methods aren’t straight and narrow, but he does get results…

Bryan Harris: If you want my opinion, Ledge is a godsend. This guy is the embodiment of talent, and I love how he’s been shaking things up ever since taking up a slot on the LEGACY roster. In his own words, he is looking to have FUN, he’s here to enjoy himself, and how can you not appreciate that?

Alan Ducard: Well apparently one man who takes exception to Ledge’s brand of “fun” is the veteran Cronos Diamante. In a surprise turn of events last week, Diamante intervened in the mugging of Diego de Cardenas, actually backing up his former enemy and taking a stand against the lecherous pair of Ledge & Adam Davis.

Jimmy Yates: Diamante’s been down a rough path lately, he’s come very close to losing his very sanity, but it seems that Cronos has finally regained his honor and he’s once more ready and willing to fight the good fight. And I say thank god for that, because with the abundance of bad apples around here, it’s great to have the honorable man back.

Bryan Harris: Let’s see how these two match up.

Ledge is right on top of Diamante, scrubbing his forearm against Diamante’s face as he makes a quick cover.

ONE!

NOOOOOO!!

Alan Ducard: Barely a one count. It’s going to take a lot more damage to put down this veteran of the game down for good.

Bryan Harris: Nevertheless, I like Ledge’s attitude, nothing wrong with attempting to end it early. Can you imagine how much humiliation that would have caused Cronos to have lost this one so quickly?

Jimmy Yates: Well no need to imagine that, because the match is still going on, and Diamante is making his way up to a vertical base as we speak.

Cronos is back to his feet, and Ledge moves in, but he walks right into a snapmare. As Ledge smashes down into a sitting position, Diamante hits the ropes and runs forward, snapping off a DEVILISH shin kick to the back of Ledge’s neck. Without letting the advantage get away form him, Cronos drops down and locks in a rear naked choke, applying a great amount of pressure and really digging his bicep into the side of Ledge’s throat.

Alan Ducard: That kick was NASTY, boys. I could almost hear Ledge’s spine protest.

Jimmy Yates: And look at Cronos’s tenacious streak, he’s locked on and showing no signs of letting up, we could very well see a submission victory here tonight.

Bryan Harris: Oh no, Ledge ain’t getting punked out that easily. Come on Nick! Fight it!

Ledge grits his teeth, his face taking on an alarming red hue, but very slowly he starts to work his way up to his feet. Cronos cinches the hold in tighter, but Ledge has already fought back up to his feet, and once vertical he begins to pepper Diamante’s side with elbow strikes. Cronos finally relents and releases the submission, staggering backwards towards the ropes.

Cronos’s back hits the ropes, and he bounces off them as though they were on fire, picking up steam and looking to ram Ledge, but at the last possible second Ledge unleashes with a stiff kick to the gut, and within the span of a few seconds Ledge pulls Cronos’s head down between his legs in a standing headscissors, and then gripping Diamante’s waist with pure adrenaline rushing through his veins, Ledge flips forward and hits a canadian destroyer, absolutely SPIKING Cronos’s head into the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: Holy cow! Get the frying pan boys, because those brains are scrambled.

Alan Ducard: That was a brutal move; Cronos could be unconscious, no way of knowing.

Bryan Harris: Actually there is one way of knowing, and Ledge is utilizing that method right now!

Ledge throws his body on top of Cronos, yanking back on a leg as Ross Quattro drops down to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-NOOOOOOOO!!!

At the last second Diamante kicks out, while at the same time shaking his head back and forth to drive away the cobwebs. Ledge leans back on his knees, an expression of disbelief on his face, running both hands through his hair in utter frustration.

Alan Ducard: I can’t believe Diamante kicked out, but somehow he did.

Jimmy Yates: That’s just pure heart and resilience on the part of Cronos, a lesser man would be dead after getting skull-planted like that.

Bryan Harris: I just received word that Ledge calls that move The Fox Trot, and I gotta say, it’s effective as hell.

Ledge quickly snatches hold of Cronos’s throat, dragging him back up to his feet. Ledge holds him in this standing chokehold for a moment, spouting off at the mouth, but in a split second Cronos uses one of his free legs to knee sweep Ledge, cutting him down to size. Ledge falls down to his back, and Cronos LEAPS up, before falling right back down and driving an elbow into Ledge’s chest. Ledge crosses his arms at the chest, in obvious pain, but he wills himself back up slowly, making it all the way up to his knees before Cronos locks onto Ledge’s head and falls backwards with a guillotine choke, wrapping his huge leg muscles around Ledge’s midsection and crunching his neck backwards.

Jimmy Yates: This is the second submission hold Cronos has used in this match to target Ledge’s neck, and that’s smart strategy.

Alan Ducard: That neck is really getting worked on, and with every bit of energy Ledge puts into fighting these holds, he’s wearing himself out.

Ledge tries pulling backwards, but Cronos weight is too much, so in an act of desperation Ledge RAKES Cronos’s eyes, forcing him to break the hold. Diamante flips onto his stomach, rubbing at his face to alleviate the irritation, but just as he flips over Ledge takes advantage and grabs hold of HIS neck, locking in a fierce dragon clutch! Ledge rears back, gritting his teeth with effort, causing Cronos’s eyes to snap open wide as pain shoots through his torso.

Bryan Harris: The Hook! Break his damned neck Ledge; put this two-face out of his misery!

Jimmy Yates: So far this match has been a straight up ground assault from both men, and I’m really appreciating the action so far.

Alan Ducard: Well Ledge is showing that he can hang with Cronos hold for hold, and that’s something few men on this roster are able to do.

Luckily for Cronos the hold has been applied close to the ropes, so using all of the strength he can muster from within, Diamante drags himself forward a few inches, struggling against the tremendous pressure that’s traveling through his neck. With questing fingers he reaches out, and BARELY manages to snag the bottom rope in his fist. Quattro drops down and insists the Ledge break the hold, but Nick pushes it, milking the five count and breaking at four so that he doesn’t get disqualified.

Bryan Harris: Cronos was a breath away from tapping there, believe me. But the fact that he escaped doesn’t even matter, because that neck has got to feel like it’s on fire right about now, first the canadian destroyer and then that devastating dragon clutch.

Jimmy Yates: There certainly seems to be a science to Ledge’s approach, the man is picking his spots, and targeting that weak spot every chance he gets.

Ledge backs up with his hands raised, but then he darts past Quattro and drives a stiff kick into the back of Diamante’s head, basically a football style punt. Cronos’s head is thrown forward and his throat snaps right across the bottom rope, and once he’s there Ledge stomps both of his feet down on Cronos’s upper back, standing on his spine while using the top rope for added leverage. Ledge shows the crowd his pearly whites via a chesire cat grin, and after a few moments of torture for Cronos, Ledge reluctantly steps off of him thanks to the ref’s admonishing.

Alan Ducard: Well it’s obvious to me at this point that Nick Ledgerwood will do whatever he pleases in that ring; he takes every advantage he can get, always looking to push his luck to do that extra bit of damage.

Bryan Harris: It’s called a tactical assault, Alan. Ledge’s goal is to win, and he’s insuring victory by doing whatever he can to take Cronos out. And what I love about this is that you can tell Ledge is having fun doing it, and that’s great, more superstars should enjoy themselves during matches just like Ledge does!

Jimmy Yates: Oh please, you’re too much.

With Cronos looking like a carcass on the canvas, Ledge reaches down and digs his hand into Diamante’s hair, rudely pulling him up to his feet. Cronos comes slowly, using the ropes to steady himself, and just when he’s fully vertical Ledge negotiates him over to one of the turnbuckles and attempts to crush his face into the buckles, but Cronos blocks it with both hands. An exasperated expression cross Ledge’s handsome features, and he tries yet again to blast Cronos into the buckles, but Cronos again blocks it, and this time he retaliates by spinning around and launching a karate style kick into Ledge’s side.

Alan Ducard: I sense a countdown…to extinction.

With Ledge stumbling backwards, Cronos moves in and continues to drive him back with a series of hard-hitting kicks directed to the legs and torso. Ledge flails backwards, his arms wheeling, and Cronos snatches one of these arms and PULLS Ledge’s weight up into a torture rack position on his back.

Jimmy Yates: WHOA! Cronos looking to hit his famous burning hammer, and if he does this match is OVER.

Cronos moves towards the center of the ring, but Ledge starts wriggling like a worm caught on a hook, and he finally manages to slip off of Diamante’s shoulders. Ledge doesn’t even bother to land on his feet, he just lets his body fall and once on the canvas he rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, making a beeline towards the ramp.

Alan Ducard: What the hell is this? The match is in the ring Ledge, where are you going?

Quattro starts his count, much to the dismay of the fans.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Ledge makes no attempt to enter the ring, and once on the ramp he begins to walk backwards very slowly, looking at Cronos and shaking his head back and forth mockingly.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Diamante grips the top rope and motions for Ledge to get back into the ring, a furious expression on his face.

Jimmy Yates: Well would you look at this; Ledge is running like a scalded dog. Apparently Lucifer’s Honor put the fear of God into Ledge, and now he’s deciding take his ball and go home.

Alan Ducard: This is reprehensible. He’s purposely getting himself counted out here!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Ledge wears a HUGE smirk on his face, and just as the ref continues his count he waves bye to Cronos, twiddling his fingers.

TEN!

The bell sounds, signaling that the match is over.

Josephina Colbert: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY COUNT OUT, CRONOS DIAMANNNNNNTEEEE!!!!

Bryan Harris: Ledge left old two-face out in the cold, and I say good for Ledge, he shouldn’t even be in the ring with that broken down warhorse, they’re not in the same league!

Cronos looks on with fire in his gaze, but his eyes suddenly alight as a new arrival hits the scene.

As Ledge continues to backpedal, suddenly DIEGO de CARDENAS bursts out from behind the curtains with a steel chair, and he CLOCKS Ledge on the back of the head with a running chairshot! Ledge crumples down in a heap at the top of the ramp, and Diego jumps right on top of him, mounting Ledge and raining down punches on his chiseled face. Ledge tries to cover up, but it’s in vain, because every shot Diego hits is adrenaline-fueled vengeance, proud Mexican fists peppering Ledge’s features AGAIN and AGAIN and AGAIN!

Jimmy Yates: It’s DIEGO! He is TAKING it to Ledge, getting a measure of revenge for recent assaults perpetrated against him thanks to Ledge & Davis, look at him go!

Bryan Harris: Get some help out here! This is an outrage!

As if they heard Bryan’s call, referees and road agents flood onto the scene from behind the curtain, some of them working to drag Diego off of Ledge while others make sure to hold Ledge back as well just in case he decides to get frisky. In the midst of the chaos Adam Davis saunters out from behind the curtains, heading towards Diego with his fists clenched, but the referees and road agents prevent him from getting anywhere near the El Chupacabra member.

Jimmy Yates: This is pandemonium, Davis and Ledge being hauled towards the back by a mob of road agents, while a horde of referees do everything in their power to hold Diego down to keep him from attacking.

Diamante stands in the ring, surveying the madness with the keen gaze of an old hawk. We cut away on the veteran’s stony facial expression.

Cade Sydal: Well I’m glad everything is going alright for you now Jack. Just remember man, if you ever need anything, let me know. You’re a good guy, and you and your family will stay in my prayers man.

Jack, apparently being the name of the man Cade is speaking to, nods his head.

Jack: Thanks, Cade. It’s always appreciated.

Cade claps Jack on the shoulder as Jack turns around and starts to leave, apparently off to do his job again. The shot pans a little to Cade’s right and behind him, where Jester Smiles stands, watching Jack walk off. The fans cheer at the sight of Jester Smiles, as well.

Jester Smiles: God...what a nice guy...

Jester turns his attention away from Jack and looks at Cade. He jumps, as if he is surprised to see Cade.

Jester Smiles: Oh my deary! It's Cade Sydal! Will you sign my chest?

Jester actually pulls down his t-shirt to reveal parts of his bare chest. Cade looks at Jester and then shrugs, pulling out a blue Sharpie from his pocket. He pops the cap off and starts scribbling on Jester's exposed chest.

Cade Sydal: Sure thing, kiddo. What's your name? I'll personalize it.

Jester Smiles: I spell it L-O-C-O M-A-R-T-I-N-E-Z I-S G-A-Y! OMG YOU ARE MY FAVORITE!

Jester actually says "OMG". Cade nods his head out as he writes each letter as its spoken, including "OMG" before he realizes he was done. Cade tosses the marker down the hall and smirks.

Cade Sydal: I'm actually glad you popped up here, man.

Jester laughs, pulling his shirt up.

Jester Smiles: I'm...kinda surprised you actually just wrote on my chest with sharpie.

Jester grins.

Jester Smiles: Are you excited about going to Destined For Greatness to fight ME in the finals of the Dave Hawkins Memorial Tournament? Cuz, I'm excited about fighting you at Destined For Greatness in the finals of the Dave Hawkins Memorial Tournament!

Cade nods his head.

Cade Sydal: You know I am. One-on-one, with my son's favorite wrestler? Can you imagine the questions I'll get at home? From a two year old, no less? But seriously, all we have to do is get through one more round and it'll be the Heroic Clown versus the Strong Style Dragon in the finals of one of the greatest tournaments around the globe. The mere thought of a match of that magnitude is awe-inspiring.

Jester quirks an eyebrow.

Jester Smiles: Are you flirting with me?

Jester laughs.

Jester Smiles: You are actually my girlfriend's favorite wrestler. She says she'd rather watch you wrestle than me.

Jester sighs, looking down at the ground all sad and Cade shrugs his shoulders.

Cade Sydal: I did go through a phase in my career where I was heavily marketed toward women. I'm just saying...

Jester shrugs.

Jester Smiles: I've always been heavily marketed towards kids.

Jester thinks for a moment.

Jester Smiles: And kittens. I never understood that decision.

Jester again snickers.

Jester Smiles: Seriously man, round 2. I'm looking forward to this. Just, you know, don't let Matthew Dawsons catch you by surprise.

Cade nods his head slowly, rubbing his left hand over his chin.

Cade Sydal: I'll try not to. Just, ya know, try and do the same. Adam Davis is a beast.

Jester Smiles: Yeah he is, but I got this. After all, I mean...I kinda beat Loco Martinez a couple of weeks back.

Jester gets a mischevious look on his face as he looks down at the FX Network Championship slung over his shoulder. The fans cheer at the mention of the defeat of Loco Martinez, which only makles Jester’s grin grow wider.

Jester Smiles: Say, let's make this more fun. Who can win their match quicker. Loser has to buy the whole night after the show. Deal?

Jester holds his hand out to Cade, winking. Cade tilts is head back with a short laugh before nodding his head and slapping his hand into Jester's.

Cade Sydal: You're on. If there's one thing I know, it's that I can beat Matthew Dawson in half the time it takes you to beat Adam Davis.

Jester Smiles: Careful, I'm good at making people look stupid.

Jester ponders that for a moment.

Jester Smiles: Or am I good at making me look stupid? Meh, doesn't matter. Good luck, Cade.

Cade smiles.

Cade Sydal: Back at ya, champ.

Andrew Kelley: Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure right now to officially announce one of our title match-ups for LEGACY's flagship pay-per-view, Destined for Greatness 2009!

The crowd gives a cheer in anticipation.

Andrew Kelley: We are lucky enough as well to have both competitors come out here before us to have a few words. So, without further ado - for the Tao of Valor championship...first the champion... Laura.... SETON!

The cheering steadily increases as the fans eagerly await the arrival of the ToV champ. “Whatever Gets You Through Today” starts up as the fans' cheering holds steady.

“Someone said today.....”

And out from the back steps Laura Seton, title belt around her waist, in a dressy-casual type outfit of a white undershirt, small red vest, black slacks and black low-heeled shoes—her hair set with a part in the middle and otherwise worn down, reaching a few inches past her shoulders. She is not alone however—as stepping out with her is little sister Madison; and by little we mean younger because seeing them standing next to each other, Madison easily has the height advantage by 3 inches. Madison wears a black
shirt featuring a richly-colored bald eagle, black shorts and white flip-flops.

“...there's no other way of playing.”

While the fans are as loud as you would expect for the increasingly popular Laura, it seems there's an extra bit of noise with Madison out—as if an unofficial “welcome” for her to the bright lights of LEGACY . Laura takes a few steps forward then turns halfway around, watching Madison walk ever-so-slowly behind her, soaking in the atmosphere of actually being in the arena for once. The look of “OMG!” is quite obvious. Laura can only smile at her sister's awe.

“But I'll find a way...”

The two make their way to the ring and at the apron, Laura motions towards the ring steps to her left, removing her belt in the process. She hands it to Madison who proceeds to the steps as Laura slides in under the bottom rope and acknowledges the crowd. Madison carefully climbs the stairs and steps into the ring, still rather awestruck. The two walk over to Andrew.

“Whatever gets you through today...”

The music fades out as Andrew readies to speak again.

Andrew Kelley: And introducing her challenger, two-time Tao of Valor Champion… Justin Moreno!

Moreno walks out wearing his LEGACY Merchandise T-Shirt with the Monster Energy Drink logo on the front and the word "Moreno" substituted for "Monster" on the front, plus baggy black old school JNCO Jeans with Vans high tops looking as if he'd rather be somewhere else, his mind not completely focused on this match.

Andrew Kelley: My first question is to Laura, what do you think of facing Justin Moreno in your first title defense?

Laura Seton: I think it'll be fun, certainly something that will satisfy the fans' hunger for an awesome match.

Andrew Kelley: You've done quite a bit since you first got here to get where you are now. What do you have to say to those that still doubt you?

Laura: No one thought I'd win that title (she motions to the belt held by Madison), no one thought I'd give Cade Sydal a challenge – the guy who helped MAKE this belt so prestigious. I managed to beat Dawson and Dev and I nearly beat Cade. I've learned people will doubt “just because.” I'd like to ask to those people “What's your damage” but it's not worth worrying about. It's aggravating at times, but it is what it is. I have a ton of fan support, and that's what I care about more than almost anything else.

Justin Moreno: Yeah, well, you couldn't beat Cade, now could you?

Madison steps over to the mic.

Madison: So says the world's biggest douchebag.

Laura's eyes bug out, upset her sister decided to insert herself into this.

Laura: MADISON MEGXETTE SETON!!

Madison narrows her eyes, keeping her look of disdain, still speaking at Moreno.

Madison: You fail at life and marriage.

Justin Moreno: Screw you!

Moreno then face-palms Madison and glares at her as Laura looks at Moreno in shock. As Madison reels back, Laura steps between the two and turns to Madison. She's not happy at all. With no mic where the two stand, the words are quiet, but still audible.

Laura: Stop it! You've said enough. Use your head...

She gives Madison an extremely light smack on the left side of her head—sort of a “message sender.” Madison stays back, glaring at J-Mo as Laura turns to face him—we've seen her angry a handful of times—but not like she is now. She slowly steps forward getting right in front of J-Mo. With the mic there, we're sure to pick everything up loud and clear.

Laura: If you have a problem with Madison, you go through ME!! If you want to hit her, you get through me FIRST!!

Fire burns in her eyes as she blinks a few times. Her anger is such that she isn't even yelling anymore.

Laura: Don't you ever...EVER...touch my sister...again.

Justin Moreno: Well, your sister needs to learn to shut her mouth once in a while! I don't need this... I'm out of here...

Moreno then walks off in anger and leaves the scene with Laura and Madison looking very irate.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, “supposedly” is right. I never saw the doctor’s note! I just heard the same rumors you did. And John Thomas? He’s not the type to work off of rumors. He checked into it, and he got this match set up.

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure what’s going on with this match, given all the many things I’ve heard… but given the fact that John Thomas’ girlfriend is a road agent – who he’s probably still with BECAUSE she’s a road agent – I think that has something to do with this somewhat questionable match.

Bryan Harris: Questionable?!?!

Alan Ducard: Enough, mates, let’s just get presently to the footage to find out what transpired.

Jimmy Yates: What is this all about..?

Bryan Harris: His police escort?

Jimmy Yates: Yeah! It’s lame enough when he does it at pay per views, but tonight?

Bryan Harris: Tonight is a special night. Network television, Yates. He can’t afford to let his former nemesis attack him from behind. If DeMitri is going to get to him, he’s going to have to do it inside that ring under legal conditions.

The blue hood still covering his head and shielding his eyes, John Thomas gets to the bottom of the ramp, continuing to ignore the booing fans who line the ramp. Slowly walking up the steel steps, John spits down onto the ring apron and then he ducks underneath the top rope.

Alan Ducard: What a show of disrespect for everyone who steps between those ropes to spit like that…

Bryan Harris: Disrespect? I think John Thomas probably just swallowed a bug. I think I saw a couple flies here tonight…

Jimmy Yates: Somehow I doubt it.

Waiting inside the ring, John keeps his hood up but patiently faces the entrance stage as his music fades under and Azraith’s music plays. The crowd gets excited as the purple lights replace the blue and DeMitri’s video appears on the LEGACY Vision jumbotron. As it continues playing, still no one walks through the curtain.

Bryan Harris: Look who decided NOT to show up.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, a guy who was never medically cleared to appear anyway! John Thomas is making a mockery of this show…

Bryan Harris: That’s what YOU think. Got any facts to back it up?

Jimmy Yates: Just a trend in how John Thomas acts disrespectfully, that’s all.

Shaking his head, John Thomas takes off the hood and walks over, requesting a microphone from Josephina Colbert who was waiting nearby to make the in-ring introductions, and when the lights come on, John addresses the crowd.

John Thomas: To all the readers of the Awesomeness Blog, otherwise known as my fans – the GREATEST fans in the world… I apologize.

Looking up at the entrance stage, John sighs and shakes his head.

John Thomas: I apologize because you’re not going to get to see me compete tonight because Azraith DeMitri – in typical fashion of the upper eschelon guys of OPW who aren’t talented enough to take their… “skills”… elsewhere. Adam Davis, Ledge, Matthew Dawson… I should’ve challenged one of those guys, because I could’ve had a five star match with ANY of them. But no, I got too caught up in trying to prove something to an old nemesis GNAT…

Again John sighs and shakes his head.

John Thomas: And he doesn’t have the GUTS to show up! NOT EVEN SHOW UP!!!

After taking a brief moment to calm himself down, John continues.

John Thomas: The guy is a fake, a fraud, and he makes me wary of even challenging Greyson Blade to a similar contest, because it would just end up with The Outlaw leaving me stranded in the ring just… like… this.

Walking over to the corner, John looks out amongst the crowd.

John Thomas: Seriously, what kind of a man signs a match contrat and then doesn’t even show up?!

Jimmy Yates: This is pathetic. There’s no way Azraith DeMitri would be too afraid to show up for a match with John Thomas… he’s clearly still hurt… I bet he doesn’t even know about this match.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think individual matches like this even require contrats to be signed.

John is about to open his mouth once more, but he’s cut off by the roar of the capacity crowd – “Outlaw Torn” is rocking the arena and the Hershey fans are on their feet and John sneers towards the ramp way and the approaching Outlaw.

Jimmy Yates: John Thomas doesn’t look happy to see The Outlaw out here.

Bryan Harris: Why should he be? Blade got in a cheap shot last week and ruined John’s shirt, and now he’s out here to interrupt him.

Alan Ducard: From the look on Blade’s face, he looks as if he’s here to do more than interrupt.

The Outlaw steps through the ropes, and immediately motions for his music to be cut, and in its wake a “Blade” chant begins to rise up from the crowd.

The Outlaw has a microphone in his hand, and he brings it to his lips as John rolls his eyes at Greyson. However, instead of speaking, Greyson stands there for a moment, himself remaining silent, but allowing the crowd’s chant of “Blade” to grow louder and louder.

Bryan Harris: Oh come on get it over with would ya?

John Thomas seems annoyed as well, especially by the voluminous chants, and he’s about to make another snide remark to The Outlaw, but before the words can come out, The Outlaw strikes. He goes low, driving his shoulder into John’s midsection, lifting him up and slamming him into the turnbuckles. He start slamming his shoulder into John’s midsection over and over again as the crowd cheers the onslaught.

Bryan Harris: Oh come on – this is entirely unnecessary, John Thomas was booked against Azraith DeMitri, he’s not here for –

Jimmy Yates: John Thomas has been running his mouth for weeks, and this sham of a match was just an excuse to run down The Outlaw even more.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw appears to be tired of all the talk, and he cut straight to the action – he has John Thomas reeling in the corner with all of those shoulder charges, and now he has the arm for the Irish whip and … big shortarm clothesline!

John rolls a bit as he hits the canvas, clutching his midsection, only for Blade to drive a vicious kick to the head. The Outlaw backs off and begins to size up his victim. He motions for Thomas to get to his feet, and the crowd knows exactly what’s coming.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw has John Thomas in his sights. The crowd is buzzing, waiting for it. John is staggering up to his feet and … KILLSHOT! THE OUTLAW BREAKS HIM IN HALF!

John tries to push himself up, but he slumps down clutching his midsection as The Outlaw grabs a mic and stalks over to him, and drives a boot in his head to end any hope of a struggle to stand.

The Outlaw: John, you come out here week in and week out running your mouth about how I can’t beat you – well, it’s time to put your money where your mouth is jackass.

The anticipation grows amongst the fans, their cheers ringing out. They know what’s coming.

The Outlaw: You and me - one-on-one, at Destined for Greatness!

The cheers ring out even louder, and Greyson takes a brief pause.

Jimmy Yates: You knew this was coming, John!

The Outlaw: No more living in the past. No more talk.

Greyson pauses again briefly, watching as John struggles to lift his head.

The Outlaw: It’s time to put-up or shut up John, and believe me I’ll be more than happy to shut you up for good. Case… Closed.

With that, The Outlaw throws the mic down, and gives John one last kick before exiting the ring as Greyson’s theme once again booms through the arena, just barely audible over over the cheers of the crowd.

Alan Ducard: Now we’ll have to wait and see if John Thomas is going to accept the match, or if he’ll hide from it and duck the challenge – the opportunity to prove whether he’s right or not, to prove whether or not he’s got Greyson Blade’s number.

Bryan Harris: That’s not how John Thomas rolls. He’s not like Az DeMitri, he doesn’t avoid fights – he takes them on toe-to-toe. His only reservation would probably be to wonder whether or not Greyson Blade was going to actually show up at Destined for Greatness. And had Greyson Blade made the challenge without attacking John first? We might actually get our answer.

Crazy Boy rushes toward the table and stops inches away from Loco as he slams his hands on the table and stares at him, which Loco surprisingly seems to have a calm look on his face. Tyrone growls as he is mere inches away from the superstar as Tyrone starts to speak.

Crazy Boy: Loco, you son of a b--ch. I told you if I find you, you are a dead man.

Loco looks up coolly towards the insults. His expression doesn't change. He stares for a moment. His voice is calm.

Loco Martinez: Tyrone. You're going to want to take a step back. You've seen what I did to your buddy. Haven't you heard or read or SEEN how dangerous I am? To me you're another coat tail jockey. Another guy who wants to make a name off of me. Moxley? Failed. Jester Succeeded. You? Well... are you feeling lucky... or are you feeling suicidal?

Loco's smile stretches across his face slowly.

Tyrone doesn't take a step back, gritting his teeth as he slams his hands on the table again.

CB: Wipe that smile off your face, Loco. This is serious business. What you did to Moxley, my FRIEND, is inexcusable, and you ARE going to pay for your actions. You may have done what you did to Moxley, but I would LOVE to see you do that to ME. Moxley trusted you and you stabbed him in the back, like the scum you are.

Tyrone's scowl turns into a sly smile as the anger in his eyes remain as he speaks again.

CB: But me? Not going to happen, Loco.

Loco's smile goes no where, but his eyes narrow at Crazy Boy's tone, and threats.

Loco Martinez: You are not some toll collector for MY actions. Which means you want a little of the Loco Martinez sparkle to shine down on you and that's fine. But don't try to hide behind some bullsh-- chivalry. You're not Moxley's "Lancelot". This *throws hands out widely* is a shark tank. And to me? You're nothing but bait

Tyrone acutally does take a step back, but still does not take his eyes off of Loco.

CB: Well you are right about one thing, Loco. I do want a piece of you. And you are right about me not being Moxley's bodyguard. He is his own person, and he can make his own decisions. But what he IS is a good friend. And I cannot condone the action that you did. I want you in that ring next week, at Strife 55, Loco. I will show you what this "Cesspool of the No Limits" can do. Loco, I meant what I said. I am going to DESTROY you. I will not stop until you feel the same pain that Moxley has felt.

Loco Martinez: You can try. Just like the Clown tried... but as you can see? I'm still sitting here. And When you're standing in MY ring at Strife? I'm going to remind the world what I did to Moxley. I'm going to remind the world of what I'm capable of. And I'm not going to need some No Limits bullsh-- to make those points.

Loco smiles once more, and flashes a wink at Crazy's direction.

Crazy Boy scowls again as he starts to walk away from Loco, but not before turning around one last time.

CB: By time I get done with you, Loco. You won't be here. I guarantee it.

Crazy Boy storms off from camera view as the camera turns around back to Loco, who still has the same calm look on his face.

Mirage: All right...we get it...you disapprove of our presence. But last I checked, I don't think we care all that much...Lucien, do you care?

Mirage turns toward Lucien and the big man merely shakes his head.

Mirage: What about you, O-Dawg? You care what these idiots think?

Osamu laughs and gives a double thumbs down as he retreats to a corner and jumps up, sitting on the top turnbuckle.

Mirage: Didn't think so.

Alan Ducard: The arrogance of these...three.

Bryan Harris: Played the fans like a fiddle...got the exact reaction they were looking for, didn't they though.

Mirage: Now...there's been a lot of confusion around here as of late, people askin' me what the AoD is up too -- so I figured I'd take a few moments of your time and clear the air. Over a year ago, I laid the groundwork for the AoD -- I recruited the biggest baddest monster of them all, Lucien Gray. People said it'd never work. Then came Osamu. And people said it'd never work. They told me, unless you recruit big names, the AoD will never take off...you'll never accomplish anything here in Legacy. That's what they said.

Turning around, Mirage slaps the world tag title draped over Lucien's shoulder.

Mirage: And I say, good things come to those who wait. Patience...is key. Seeing something in people that nobody else could see...is key. When I looked at Lucien long ago, I didn't see some freak monster...I saw a champion. And today...you now see the champion I envisioned over a year ago. The AoD isn't some new incarnation of an old idea...it's not a collection of ego's or world champions...but a collection of misfits who were looking for something they could never find in themselves. I guess you can say that when it comes to the AoD...these guys...they...well, they complete me.

Mirage feigns a sniffle.

Jimmy Yates: Oh, please...

Mirage: But we aren't done yet...we've barely begun. Most of you probably don't remember...because you have no attention spans, so lemme take you back in time on a cerebral trip out to where this idea started. The Legacy Award show...where we won some tag team to watch of 2009 award...talk about foreshadowing, eh? Maybe Domination should have "watched" more closely. Anyway, we ran into a few people backstage at that show...and it hit me...I said, wow...what a great idea for the AoD. So now, without further adieu...ladies and gentlemen, get ready...

The crowd actually plays sing along with Mirage's phrase...

Mirage (w/crowd): For...the...greatest...show...on...Earth!

Mirage stops making a glancing look left and then right, somewhat surprised by the crowds reaction.

Mirage: Allow me to introduce to you...the newest, brightest...and most beautiful member of the AoD...ever...

Mirage motions to the jumbotron as a shiny silver X flashes on the screen.

Mirage: Jen-X!

Jimmy Yates: Please, no...

The fans in the Hershey arena just don’t know how to react. As indicated, Jen X arrives from the back wearing a black cocktail dress with a white lace choker fitted around her slender neck. She walks fluidly down to the ring in black leather stiletto boots. As she approaches the ring Osamu Hayashi comes down the steps to greet her and the two lock elbows, allowing Osamu to help her up the steel steps. As Osamu ushers her into the ring, he holds down the mid rope, making it easy for her small frame to fit into the ring. She walks up to Mirage, giving him an almost flirty grin which he returns – he then hands her the mic.

Alan Ducard: This might get interesting…

Before she can say a single word the PA system erupts with a familiar sound clip from the voice of Howard Beal in ‘Network’.

I’M AS MAAAD AS HELL – AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!

Jimmy Yates: It’s Herb!!

The Pennsylvania fans cheer as Herb Moxley comes out from behind the curtains. He looks down at the ring, a close up his face shows raw confusion and worry. His face still bears the discoloration from a Loco Martinez beat-down. Again, he wears no glasses, having not had the chance to replace the ones that were smashed now weeks and weeks ago. Herb shouts something desperately at Jen – inaudible; as he has no microphone.

Jen X: Ladies and Gentleman – Your LAST hero, Herb Moxley.

Her sarcasm is lost on the masses – they begin to chant “Mox-Ley, Mox-Ley, Mox-Ley”, but it stops Moxley in his tracks.

Jimmy Yates: These fans love Herb, look at that support!

Bryan Harris: Hmm, I’d prefer Jen X’s love over these people --- I’m just sayin’

Jen X: How does it feel Herb? How does it feel to be ALL alone?

Every time Herb continues walking, her words stop him as he listens.

She giggles. She speaks in a tricksy tone, her voice changing from flirty to spiteful all in the same sentence.

Jen X: And sweetie you really ARE alone now, aren’t you? Where’s Ryan Lewis? Sent packing to the kumquat farm? Where’s Del Carver? The sheriff to your hall monitor got the boot, too, didn’t he? Oh but big brother Justin the J-Mo is still here, isn’t he? Would we really say that Justin, like you, keeps “fighting the good fight” no matter how NEGLECTED his loved ones feel, or how far they fall? No, sweetie, Justin has fallen. How does it feel to watch Justin lose his heart?… Like Rawlings before him… Like John Thomas… Like Dan Stein… even Loco… All these loveable manlove friends of yours seem to go down that same road… Some of them are still here, yet GONE. And now… even… me, sweetie.

Herb slowly continues makes his way down to the ring, nearby fans shouting encouraging words at him.

Jen X: You are alone.

Jimmy Yates: Wow...I don't know what else to say...

Alan Ducard: Moxley looks like he's on the verge of breaking down here...I couldn't imagine what he's feeling.

The fans boo at her cold tone. She bops her head up and down emphatically in a mocking nod.

Jen X: And don’t even think of mentioning Tyrone. As if Crazy Boy EVER made a difference. As if these fans put any more faith in C.B. -- then they do C.B…P. And that new friend of yours – Jester? We both know what a ‘hero’ is to him. A gimmick. A facade. A ruse. A clever way… to sell T-shirts to idiots like those surrounding you now. The same idiots who’s letters of condolence stopped coming a MONTH after your best friend Dan Stein smashed your pretty little skull in. The same idiots who abandoned you while I STAYED by your side like a FOOL. The same idiots you fight for even NOW as you fail over and over trying to save Loco just to please these fans… these people… Hmm… I bet some fat kid with a runny nose means more to you then me, doesn’t he?

She points to a fat kid with a runny nose sitting in the front row causing his pimpled face to fill the jumbo-tron. The fat kid frowns sadly; thoroughly embarrassed. Mirage laughs in the background.

Jen X: Whatever. You chose them and now I am making my choice. Besides -- a hero means nothing. You know this town is run by Greyson the Outlaw on one side And X-Calibur, the vigilante, on the other. You may secretly… or not-so-secretly… frown on their ways but unlike YOU -- they get the job done, don’t they? Unlike you they don’t fail at everything. Unlike you they will live on in multiple halls of fame, while you fade into obscurity.

Herb now slides into the ring, very cautiously as all the members of AoD watch him like a rabbit caught in a viper’s nest.

Jen X: WHATEVER. The time for outlaws and vigilantes is over. Now is the time for the Agents of Destiny.

She fans her slender wrist over the three men beside her, a grand gesture. Herb shouts, now minimally audible, “Just give me the mic”. She tosses it across the ring, not far enough and it falls to the ground with a **plod**, causing Herb to bend down like a dog in front of the four members of the Agents of Destiny looming over him, Herb rises with the mic to his lips.

Moxley: I get it... Jen… ok? Enough already. I hurt you. I know. I’m sorry… truly, I am. And maybe now you really do want to join the agents… And maybe now you do want to work to see Legacy fall, and I get that. Since day one of my return you’ve been talking about quitting and starting a family and getting out of this business – and now here you are, in league with Gapetto (pointing at Mirage) Frankenstein (Pointing at Lucien) and Igor (pointing at Osamu.) Let’s just skip the charade this time. You want to see Legacy fall so we can be together. The ends justify the means -- I get it-

In the background, Mirage and Osamu silently mock Herb Moxley, as Lucien stands at full attention, listening.

Jen X charges up to Herb – she grabs the mic and SNATCHES it from him.

Jen X: You really ARE a loser, Herb. The writing is already on the wall. We’re not here to destroy Legacy – it’s ALREADY over for Legacy. And I’m not here so I can be with YOU because THAT is ALREADY over. I’m just here for a front row seat as these marvelous men of mayhem CRUSH what is left of Legacy… This stink-hole of a federation that took you from me will FALL.

Herb holds out his hand slowly – she gives him the mic.

Moxley: Look at you, Butter-pants. All huffed up and ranting in ways that would put even the greatest Klingon war chief to shame… but in the end, all your words prove only one thing-

A cheesy grin, a dramatic pause, even in the face of great loss.

Moxley: Jen. You PMS like a Bi-

Jimmy Yates: OHHHHHHH!!!

SLAP ACROSS THE FACE FROM JEN!!
((Saving the sensors!))

The crowd can’t believe it.

She pulls back her hand for another SLAP

-- But Herb catches her wrist!!

He pulls her close!!

A "G" RATED KISS!!

Alan Ducard: Umm…

Bryant Harris: This is one heck of a dysfunctional relationship.

Alan Ducard: You can say that again mate.

Jimmy Yates: Maybe they just need counseling…

Jen closes her eyes, enjoying the moment? But suddenly she lifts her knee RIGHT INTO THE GROIN!!

Corwd: “OOOOOOoooooohhh!!”

Mirage grabs his groin and hops up and down...then jumps up and points down at Herb, laughing.

Bryan Harris: Right in the twins!!

Herb crumples to the ground, rolling out of the ring.

Jen X: Ladies and gentleman – your hero, doing what he does best. LOSING AT EVERYTHING.

The fans boo and Herb very quickly hobbles away, backstage, the expression on his face difficult to read but we can only imagine. Back in the ring Jen X has already turned her back on the retreating Herb Moxley, sharing a smile and some laughs with her new comrades.

Alan Ducard: Look at the intensity on the face of Devastation. He heard what Osamu Hayashi had to say earlier this week, and he’s not going to let someone make their name in LEGACY by beating him.

Bryan Harris: First of all, Devastation can’t take a joke. What Osamu Hayashi said about him, not to mention the toy robot and the little flannel shirt… CLASSIC. And…

Jimmy Yates: Wait, Matthew Dawson trying to sneak up from behind…

Charging down the ramp, Matthew Dawson rushes in Devastation’s direction, but just before he gets there, Devastation turns around and takes the forearm shot on the chin instead of the back of the head. Spun around and dropped to a knee, Devastation spins around with an elbow shot that catches Dawson in the gut, doubling him over.

Alan Ducard: Matthew Dawson tries to catch his main rival with a sneak attack, but it’s a foiled attempt!

Bryan Harris: Just because Devastation is fighting back, that doesn’t mean this is going to end well for him.

Matthew swings and connects with a right hand on the side of Devastation’s head. As he goes for a quick second shot, though, Dawson’s arm is blocked, and Devastation sends a kick to Dawson’s gut. Taking him by the wrist, Devastation spins around and sends Dawson towards the ring with an irish whip. Just before Dawson gets to the ring, he dives onto the apron under the bottom rope.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson buying himself a little time, and…

Voice: Hold up! Hold up!

A voice rings out, quickly calming the crowd and grabbing the attention of the fans. The camera switches over to the entrance stage where Smith Cartwright is standing.

Smith Cartwright: This was supposed to be a one-on-one match between Devastation and Osamu Hayashi… but it’s obvious that isn’t going to happen! What WILL happen, though, is that those two guys in the ring right now? They’re going to be a team tonight as this match is now going to be a TAG TEAM match…

The crowd livens up and starts cheering.

Smith Cartwright: And Devastation’s partner for this match… is a man who Osamu Hayashi knows VERY well…

The volume amongst the crowd gets a lot louder…

Smith Cartwright: They grew up together as part of the Bushido Buntai… Katsuro Yoshida!!

Wearing a long black robe, open to reveal black pants underneath with no shirt, Katsuro Yoshida steps out onto the stage, getting a good reaction from the fans all over the arena. The camera shows Devastation, who looks pleasantly surprised by the identity of his tag partner for the match.

Alan Ducard: What a turn of events, as Katsuro Yoshida makes his return to LEGACY after a few weeks holiday back in Japan, and you had to know that he would be coming for Osamu Hayashi… who he will now get in the ring here tonight as part of this tag match.

Flash forward to match footage.

Katsuro Yoshida sends Matthew Dawson into a neutral corner and charges at him! Dawson lifts a boot up right into Yoshida’s chin, and Yoshida stumbles out of the corner! Dawson runs out of the corner and Yoshida ducks his head down at the last second and back body drops Dawson up and over! Dawson slowly gets to his feet as Yoshida turns around and catches him from the side, pulling his left arm right into an armbar!

Alan Ducard: Katsuro Yoshida has Matthew Dawson in a standing armbar after escaping from Dawson’s opportunity to mount some momentum!

Jimmy Yates: This match, ever since it was made into a tag team affair, has shown no signs of slowing down as all four men are more than happy to punish their opponents!

Yoshida quickly turns Dawson around, pulling him into a front facelock with a smooth transition and backs up quickly to his corner, tagging in Devastation! Devastation steps through the ropes as Matthew Dawson flails his arms wildly to try and break free of Yoshida’s grip! Devastation steps back before lunging forward with a hard kick to the side of Dawson’s exposed ribs! Devastation grabs Dawson’s wrist as Yoshida steps out of the ring, and Devastation sends Dawson off the ropes! Osamu Hayashi slaps the back of Dawson as he hits the ropes as Dawson rebounds right back into Devastation, who snaps through a quick powerslam!

Alan Ducard: Devastation with alarming quickness for a man of his substantial size just planted Matthew Dawson in the centre of the ring with that explosive powerslam!

Bryan Harris: But he doesn’t realize that Hayashi has tagged himself in!

Hayashi grips the top rope and springboards to the top and off, landing with a leg across the back of Devastation’s neck from high in the air! Hayashi bounces quickly to his feet as Devastation rolls off of Dawson, cradling his head! Hayashi stomps down on the side of Devastation’s head! Again he stomps, moving around to the back of Devastation, as Dawson pushes himself to his feet! Dawson turns and stomps twice down on Devastation’s chest as Hayashi drills a pair of stomps of his own into the back of Devastation! The referee moves around and starts pushing Dawson back, after Dawson gets another stomp in, and Hayashi immediately drops to his knees, placing a hand across Devastation’s throat!

Jimmy Yates: Osamu Hayashi is choking the life out of Devastation! Turn around ref!

Bryan Harris: Matthew Dawson is a genius! He’s got the referee tied up so that his partner for the evening can punish his arch nemesis a little longer! Sure, he’s bending the rules but it’s not really cheating if no one of authority sees you do it!

As the referee turns around, Hayashi pushes back to his feet and turns his back to Devastation before snapping off a standing moonsault!

ONE!

TWO!

Devastation powers out! Hayashi pulls Devastation up, but Devastation rushes Hayashi back, pushing him right into a neutral corner with a shoulder buried in Hayashi’s abdomen! Devastation backs his shoulder up and drives it into Hayashi’s gut two more times before straightening up and pulling Hayashi out of the corner and snaps him up and over with an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Jimmy Yates: Devastation is showing Osamu Hayashi AND Matthew Dawson what he’s made of, fighting through the cheating immediately with a high impact suplex!

Alan Ducard: This could be the moment Devastation needs to tag his partner in and catch his breath after the vicious choking he took minutes ago!

Devastation turns and tags in Yoshida, wo grabs the top rope and springs over the top as Devastation moves back to hayashi and helps him to his feet by taking hold of his wrist. Yoshida joins Devastation, and together they send Hayashi off the ropes, as Devastation runs behind Hayashi, catching him as he rebounds with an uplifted knee right into the abdomen! Hayashi rolls over the kitchen sink, landing on the canvas on his rear as Yoshida hits the ropes behind him and rebounds with a low dropkick to the back of Hayashi’s head!

Bryan Harris: Come on ref! Get Devastation out of the ring! Double-teaming is clearly il–

Alan Ducard: In all due fairness, Bryan, they have a count of five to utilize as they see fit, just the same as Osamu and Matthew.

Yoshida pushes Hayashi down onto his shoulders and covers!

ONE!

TWO!

Dawson rushes into the ring and stomps on Yoshida’s back to break up the count! Yoshida gets to his feet and points at Dawson as Dawson backs out of the ring. Yoshida turns toward Hayashi as Hayashi starts toward his feet. Yoshida moves to grab Hayashi, but Hayashi quickly grabs Yoshida by the back of his head and drops into a jawbreaker! Hayashi pushes to his feet as Yoshida clutches his chin, and Hayashi snaps through a spinning wheel kick, driving his foot into Yoshida’s face!

Bryan Harris: Osamu Hayashi just showed his FORMER tag team partner why he left him high and dry! Because it’s clear that HE is the better competitor of the two, and he has moved on to bigger and better things! And he proved it with that pair of maneuvers that swung the tide back into his favor!

Jimmy Yates: Let’s not forget the momentary distraction that his partner for the evening providedin allowing him that opening!

Hayashi moves and tags in Dawson and together they move to pull Yoshida to his feet! Together they send Yoshida into their corner! Dawson quickly grabs Hayashi by the wrist and whips Hayashi into Yoshida! Yoshida tucks his shoulder down and grabs the middle rope with both hands as he leaves his feet, swinging his ribs into Yoshida’s gut as his legs swing through the ropes and he lands on his feet on the apron! Dawson runs right behind him and drills Yoshida with a running forearm in the corner!

Alan Ducard: Whatever the reason for the opening, James, Osamu Hayashi and Matthew Dawson do have the advantage and they are exploiting that right this moment!

Jimmy Yates: Some heavy strikes from the impromtu tandem, undoubtedly!

Hayashi quickly kicks his foot over the top rope right into the back of Yoshida’s head and Yoshida stumbles out of the corner as Dawson hits the ropes and catches Yoshida by the back of the head, driving him to the canvas with a bulldog! Dawson quickly turns Yoshida over and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

TH–!

Yoshida kicks out! Dawson grabs Yoshida and pulls him to his feet! Dawson whips Yoshida off the ropes and swings a clothesline as Yoshida rebounds! Yoshida ducks under the arm and catches it with hisleft arm, grabbing Dawson by the neck with the right arm, Yoshida turns toward his own left and twists Dawson around before swinging all the way through with a necbkreaker!

Alan Ducard: A big neckbreaker at a big moment for Katsuro Yoshida!

Bryan Harris: Matthew Dawson with a rare hiccup in his timoing, and Yoshida could capitalize long enough to tag in his fresh partner, which is not what the Highlight of the Night OR Osamu Hayashi want!

Yoshida turns and starts toward his corner, as Dawson quickly rolls to his own corner clutching his neck! Dawson reaches up and slaps Hayashi’s hand! Hayashi slingshots over the ropes and hits the canvas running for the ropes at an angle! Yoshida crawls toward his corner, extending his hand, as Hayashi rebounds off the ropes at an angle and dives into a basement dropkick into the side of Yoshida’s head!

Jimmy Yates: So close! Katsuro Yoshida was just inches away from Devastation’s outstretched hand!

Bryan Harris: How about the presence of mind of Matthew Dawson? He knew he was in trouble when he was hit with that neckbreaker, and he instantly rolled toward his corner and got his much faster partner in the ring to stop the tag from happening and buy himself some time to recollect his thoughts!

Hayashi quickly swings into a mounted position and locks Yoshida in a cravate! Hayashi quickly thrusts knees into Yoshida’s face and Yoshida snaps back down to the canvas! Hayashi snaps behind Yoshida and instantly wraps his legs around his neck from behind, hooking his left ankle under his own right knee with a triangle lock! Hayashi pushes his hands under himself, squeezing his legs together as he uses his weight to push Yoshida’s head forward!

Jimmy Yates: Osamu Hayashi is using his weight and the strength of his legs to cut the oxygen off to Katsuro Yoshida’s head! From this position, and with this hold locked on that tight, Hayashi could make Yoshida pass out!

Alan Ducard: Katsuro Yoshida is in dire straits at the moment, undoubtedly! He needs to find an opening and get to his partner Devastation!

Yoshida starts working his legs under his own rear and starts pushing back against Hayashi, rolling Hayashi back he stacks him on his shoulders!

ONE!

TWO!

Hayashi releases the triangle lock in order to kick out of the pinning predicament! Hayashi quickly scrambles to his feet as Yoshida does the same, and Hayashi quickly locks Yoshida in a cravate, but Yoshida turns into it and hooks under Hayashi’s leg, snapping him up and dropping him with a back suplex!

Bryan Harris: How does Yoshida have the energy left to keep fighting out of these nearly choking maneuvers!

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure, but one thing I am certain of is the fact that while he might be fighting through these holds, he needs very badly to get his partner in the ring because there is only so long any man can last when he’s being choked in various positions and manners!

Yoshida starts toward his corner, as Hayashi slowly rolls toward his own corner! Yoshida crawls, as Hayashi extends his hand and slaps Dawson’s hand! Dawson steps through the rope and sprints across, dropping at the last moment to drive an elbow into the back of Yoshida’s neck! Dawson quickly turns Yoshida over as he stares at Devastation, hooking a leg for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

T–!

Yoshida kicks out!

Bryan Harris: Matthew Dawson is DARING Devastation to get in the ring to save his partner! You can see it in his eyes!

Jimmy Yates: Most likely so the official will be tied up with keeping Devastation out of the ring so he and his partner can take advantage of the blind spot for a minute! Devastation is wise not to get sucked into the ploy!

Dawson slaps the canvas, frustration showing, before he pulls Yoshida to his feet! Yoshida slaps Dawson’s hands away and snaps a knife edge chop across Dawson’s chest! Another chop, and then another, joins the first before Dawson lifts a knee up into Yoshida’s gut! Dawson hooks Yoshida in a front facelock and backs into his own corner, tagging in Hayashi! Hayashi steps through the ropes and together they send Yoshida off the ropes! They both swing a double clothesline and Yoshida ducks under the arms! Yoshida rebounds back toward them and they both swing their elbows back to intercept him, and he ducks the elbows and somersaults to the side! His hand slaps Devastation’s!

Alan Ducard: Katsuro Yoshida, in a hurry, has found the opening to tag his partner in and this is NOT what Matthew Dawson or Osamu Hayashi had in mind!

Jimmy Yates: This is just what Devastation and Yoshida needed, however!

Dawson turns right as Devastation barrles into him with a huge clothesline that takes him to the canvas! Hayashi turns and runs at Devastation from the side, only for Devastation to turn and snap him up and turn with a powerful belly to belly suplex! Devastation pops to his feet and turns as Dawson runs at him, and Devastation ducks down suddenly, back body dropping Dawson up and over! Hayashi is up and turns right into Devastation, who scoops him up and slams him right back down! Dawson is slow to his feet, so Devastation helps him up and scoops him up onto his shoulder before snapping him back down across Hayashi’s chest! Devastation raises his arms as the fans cheer their approval!

Alan Ducard: Devastation seeking, and receiving, the approval of these fans as he makes short work of the two men across the ring from him!

Bryan Harris: To be fair, he’s had this whole time to rest and gather his energy while the other two have been forced to constantly be moving!

Devastation grabs Dawson and pulls him to his feet, only for Dawson to thrust his head into Devastation’s adbomen before snapping up with a European uppercut that sends Devastation reeling back hard enough for his hand to slap Yoshida’s hand on the rope! The official signals the tag was made as Dawson runs at Devastation! Devastation moves the side and catches Dawson by the back of his head, sending him through the top and middle rope, and quickly goes behind him out onto the arena floor! Devastation mounts Dawson on the floor with a flurry of punches!

Jimmy Yates: Devastation is still putting the hurt on Matthew Dawson, outside the ring!

Bryan Harris: But meanwhile, this ois exactly what Dawson and Hayashi wanted! Yoshida has been tagged bakc in, and he’s in a severely weakened state! He hasn’t even made it back through the ropes after being legally tagged!

Hayashi moves toward Yoshida and kicks through the ropes, catching Yoshida with a boot to the gut! Hayashi hooks Yoshida in a front facelock and tries to snap him up and over back into the ring with a suplex, but Yoshida blocks with ease! Yoshida tries to lift Hayashi up and over to the outside, but Hayashi kicks his legs wildly and locks his right arm with the middle rope to block the attempt! Hayashi lands on his feet, but Yoshida quickly turns under Hayashi’s arm and drops to sit on the apron, driving Hayashi’s neck into the top rope! Hayashi snaps back, droipping to his face on the canvas before slowly turning over while Yoshida quickly scales the ropes!

Jimmy Yates: Katsuro Yoshida is about to take flight while Matthew Dawson and Devastation battle outside the ring!

Alan Ducard: This is a very dangerous idea of Yoshida’s! Let’s hope it pays off!

The shot goes outside, as Dawson battles back to his feet! Dawson turns to try and stop Yoshida from making it to the top rope, but Devastation grabs him from behind and turns him around by the shoulder before whipping him into the security barricade! The shot goes back to the ring as Yoshida slowly steadies himself on the top rope and falls right off with a falling headbutt across Hayashi’s chest! Yoshida hooks both legs deep!

Bryan Harris: Dawson needs to find a way to get back in the ring!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Alan Ducard: He couldn’t, and Osamu Hayashi could not manage to kick out on that occasion!

Yoshida slowly pushes to his feet as the official moves and grabs his wrist, raising his arm!

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners! DEVASTATION and KATSURO YOSHIDA!

Bryan Harris: Well it's a victory for for Katsuro Yoshida over Osamu Hayashi, but it doesn't help Devastation get any revenge over Matthew Dawson... a concept he should get used to, since you're going to see Matthew Dawson advance to the Hawkins Memorial Tournament at STRIFE 55, forcing Devastation to wait until at least STRIFE 56 to get Dawson back into the ring, and just imagine how much momentum The Highlight Of The Night is going to have at that point, having won the Hawkins!

Jimmy Yates: Such a lame nickname... MATTHEW had better PRAY that he beats Cade Sydal in his semi-final match, because right now, Devastation wants him in that ring... and if he doesn't win at STRIFE 55? The front office knows exactly what he's going to be doing at DESTINED FOR GREATNESS 2009.

As Matthew Dawson heads up the ramp, he turns around to walk backwards, looking at the ring, where Devastation (who just had his hand raised in victory) glares at him as he now stands against the ropes, no longer caring about anything else.

Stephen Rawlings: Go ahead.... Boo. Get it out of your God Damn systems.

Giving it a moment, the boos do die down.

Stephen Rawlings: I'm a miserable failure and not only do I deserve to be booed… but I think you throwing stuff at me would be admiral at this time. I lost in the second...

Increasing his inflection, Rawlings continues.

Stephen Rawlings: I repeat… SECOND round of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Lowering the mic for a moment, Rawlings grimaces.

Stephen Rawlings: That is sick and disgusting. It makes me gag just think about the fact that I am done with the tournament that I’ve ALWAYS been to the finals of… and someone like Cade has the chance to make it to the finals... Because face it.... If you can beat me, which rarely ever happens, you're going to the finals.... But I digress.. This isn't about Cade, or anyone else in the tournament. It's about me. About Stephen A. Rawlings the GREATEST Technical wrestler in Legacy HISTORY, hell, perhaps at this point in time... The world.... And about how he has been slacking as of late. He's been a Jusin Moreno, a Tim Jones... Nothing but a “loser”.... And I need to fix it.

Giving himself a quick moment to settle down, Rawlings then continues.

Stephen Rawlings: I need a real match against a real wrestler. I need to remind everyone WHY I am a Tao of Valor champion. Why I am a Tag Team champion. Why I am a World Champion... WHY I will once again be World Champion. Why I AM the greatest technical wrestler... Greatest technical wrestler... GREATEST... TECHNICAL... WRESTLER EVER....

The lights go completely off while Rawlings is still talking, the crowd seem to be in stir over the interruption. The lights remain off for a few moments to leave both Stephen Rawlings and the crowd in an uncertain buzz.

Suddenly, a Japanese word in all white appears on the big screen.

ZANKOKU (CRUEL)

The voice of Satoshi, lead singer of girugamesh suddenly pumps over the arena repeating the fast paced singing of “ALIVE”.

Kizuna wo tsunage motto tsuyoku ima koko ni tsudoi Keep Alive (Tie our bonds tighter, now gather here and Keep Alive)

Mamoru bekimonoha nani nanoka? Magire monaisono Precious Life (What should we protect? There’s no mistaking it’s that Precious life)

Another Japanese word shows up on the screen, replacing the Japanese word for Brutality.

SEIZON HONNOU (Instinct for Survival)

After another moment, another word replaces the previous word.

MUJO (Ruthless)

The voice of Satoshi rumbles back over the crowd, repeating the opening of “ALIVE”

Kizuna wo tsunage motto tsuyoku ima koko ni tsudoi Keep Alive (Tie our bonds tighter, now gather here and Keep Alive)

Mamoru bekimonoha nani nanoka? Magire monaisono Precious Life (What should we protect? There’s no mistaking it’s that Precious life)

In perfect timing, another Japanese word shows up as Satoshi screams out PRECIOUS LIFE, but this word fades in and out with three English words.

TOUTOI INOCHI (The Precious Life)…SURVIVE… TOUTOI INOCHI (The Precious
Life)…DESTROY… TOUTOI INOCHI (The Precious Life)…REBIRTH

As soon as the heavy guitar booms a massive array of pyros explode on the stage, all of which are white. The stream of pyros come from below and above the stage and almost light up the entire arena without the lights being brought back up. The pyros light up Rawlings confused face as the pyros continue to blast. When the pyros finally stop

“ALIVE” by girugamesh is still blasting and pumping through the arena. As the lights slowly come back on a heavy cloud of smoke from the pyros lingers on the stage. The crowd is in such an uproar that the music is almost inaudible. As the smoke starts to fade a figure can be made out within the heavy cloud of smoke, the figure steps forward through the cloud of smoke…

There, standing amidst the smoke is…Kenji Yamada.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe it!

Bryan Harris: Neither can I! It actually seems like you and I might be excited by the appearance of the same competitor for the first time ever!

Jimmy Yates: I just can’t believe he’s actually here! After all the brutality Kenji has caused in his career…?!

Bryan Harris: He’s not JUST brutal, though, Jimmy… he’s a GREAT wrestler!

The crowd erupts in madness seeing the infamous Kenji Yamada standing in a LEGACY arena. Kenji’s icy blue eyes are as unsympathetic as ever, his stride as cocky and arrogant as it has always been, and his body covered in blemishes and scars from his numerous and vicious battles. Kenji stalks to the ring, seemingly unaware of the unheard of ovation he is receiving from the crowd. Kenji slides into the ring and stands toe to toe with Stephen Rawlings and glaring him right in eyes.

Alan Ducard: Two very accomplished competitors standing in the same ring for the first time, this is a historic moment.

Rawlings lifts the microphone to his mouth to speak, but before he has the chance Kenji snatches it from his hands and turns his back on him in a rather disrespectful way.

Kenji Yamada: Allow me… to introduce myself. Perhaps you’ve heard of me; my name is Kenji Yamada. But, incase you haven’t heard of me, I’ve stood in rings just like this all over the world. I’ve faced off against the BEST this business has to offer and made quite a name for myself in the process. I do whatever it takes to get what I want; cheating, hurting people, hurting people’s…loved…ones. Whatever it takes. Now… that’s where my interrupting you comes in, Rawlings.

Stephen doesn’t look pleased, but before he can say anything, Kenji Yamada continues.

Kenji: I was listening to you just now and you seem rather…confident in yourself. What’s that cute little motto you have? Good enough isn’t, Perfection is? Adorable, really. Back to my point, I do whatever it takes to get what I want. I just signed with LEGACY and I want to make a statement. I want to make an immediate impact. You are a former World Champion here and you sound like you think you are perfection incarnate. I want a match with you… anytime, anywhere, and any stipulation you want. If you want to do this right now well… I brought my gear.

The crowd gets charged up in anticipation of a possible fight.

Kenji: When it comes to me you’ll tend to find, well how should I put this… Perfection isn’t.

His eyes get narrow, and then Rawlings responds.

Stephen Rawlings: I know who you are.... I heard about you when I was wrestling in Japan...They liked to talk about how you liked to spend lots of time on your knees in the other mens locker rooms. Either that means you are incredibly religious, or incredibly gay...

The rage building up, Kenji’s eyes get big.

Stephen Rawlings: I'm not a mean person. I don't discriminate against gays or god freaks. I discrimate against bad wrestlers posing as good ones. And I'm not sure what you are yet. I heard about you from Japanese fans that liked to talk about how brutal you were, about how good in the ring you were, good in the ring… it has me intrigued. So I'm willing to take you on in a match. In fact, I'm asking for it. But if we were to wrestle, there'd be ONE stipulation.... NO Stipulations.

Stephen shakes his head.

Stephen Rawlings: I'm not a hardcore wrestler, I will never be one, and I've heard stories about the stupid shit you've put yourself through. All those scars… I like myself looking pretty, And besides, if you’re a real wrestler, you don't need chairs and tables to knock someone out.. So, Kenji de karate kid. You want me under those situations, I'm all yours... If you think you can keep up.

Kenji: I'm not looking to be that hardcore maniac you heard about. I'm not looking to live through my past reputation and kill myself in the process. No, Rawlings, I'm much more than that. You want the match to have no stipulations? Then that is what you shall have.

A portion of the crowd starts cheering, but Yamada continues without pause.

Kenji: I may not be the budding comedian you seem to think you are and I may not have a cute little slogan attached to my name. But unlike you, Rawlings, I don't need them. I don't need to have a cute little catchphrase on a t-shirt for people to understand why I'm the best this business has to offer. I don't need to pretend I'm some kind of comedian for people to understand why I'm the best this business has to offer. I'll show you exactly why I'm the best in the business, Rawlings. Because that's what I do. If you want me to beat you without using a chair or throwing you off a table I can do that. But, if the match is no stipulations... well...I give you no guarantees, friend, it's just the kind of man I am.

Rawlings stares down Kenji, and then drops the mic, and exits the ring.

Alan Ducard: I’m assuming now all that’s left is for the front office to write up the paperwork and get things signed, and we’ll have ourselves a historic match that previously would’ve been seen as a cross-over dream match between two competitors who define what their organizations are all about.

Jimmy Yates: And they couldn’t be more different than one another. Kenji loves to leave the mat bloodstained due to his love of brutality, and Stephen Rawlings likes to make his opponents heads spin with his vast knowledge of technical wrestling.

Bryan Harris: Well if Kenji Yamada isn’t going to be trying to employ his brutality through use of weapons, I’m kinda doubting what he’s going to be able to do with Rawlings!

Alan Ducard: One might consider that Kenji would have a fair bit of wrestling acumen gained during his career. He hasn’t only won matches through using chairs, tables and the like. He didn’t seem to back down from the idea of going it straight into this match with a proven wrestler like Stephen Rawlings, so you could think that he’s going to be able to hold his own.

Jimmy Yates: With this match added to the card, the Destined for Greatness weekend sure is shaping up nicely!

As he goes up the ramp backwards, Stephen’s eyes never moving away from the Japanese wrestler still in the ring.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the LEGACY WOOOOOOORLD CHAMPION.... X-CALIBUR!!!

LEGACY Land goes bananas as “Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers and X-Calibur appears from behind the curtains. Standing at the entrance way for a moment, X-Calibur simply smirks at the fans applauding and cheering his presence.

Bryan Harris: And since when does LEGACY’s champions get introductions when they’re not in a match?

Alan Ducard: I’ll be honest. It’s a nice touch. Can’t say this man doesn’t deserve it, either.

Bryan Harris: Well I can.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, the whole WORLD knows YOU can, Bryan.

LEGACY World Championship draped over his shoulder. Dark brown hair flowing loosely past his shoulders. Blue jeans, dark brown workman’s boots and a... t-shirt. Not just any t-shirt, though. A black t-shirt that closely resembles the Ghostbusters theme, only LEGACIZED. Instead of the trademark “ghost” sitting behind that red censor circle is an animated version of Issac Entragian with his forked tongue protruding out about three-feet from between the censor circle. Underneath it in the Ghostbusters font is “AlbinoBeaters”.

Once X-Calibur is far enough down the ramp way the camera picks up something written on the back. “We Ain’t Afraid Of No Issacs!”. There’s a number, too. 1-800-XCALIBUR.

Jimmy Yates: OMIGOD!! I LOVE IT!!! WHO YA GONNA CALL... ALB-

Bryan Harris: STOP. Wow. Seriously... REALLY? PLEASE tell me he’s not wearing that RIDICULOUS shirt.

Alan Ducard: He is, Bryan. Looks like LEGACY has a new t-shirt for sale, and while it’s creative and all I can’t say Issac’s is going to be too happy about this one once his eyes come into contact with it... and that might not bode well for the champ come Destined For Greatness.

Continuing to make his way down the ramp, X-Calibur turns the corner and casually makes his way up into the ring. With Metallica’s steady, almost systematic beat pulsating into the floorboards, walls, and chairs of the arena, X-Calibur steps through the ropes and into the ring. Holding his arms out to the side, the symbolization of a man beckoning his next challenger to step forward, X-Calibur looks into the sea of X-Bots, spotting some excellent sign-age along the way. One in particular that a teenage boy is waving madly about, “Rawlings might not eat babies... but he eats a lot of C***!”. After giving a thumbs up to this kid, X-Calibur motions for a microphone.

Bryan Harris: God... this just isn’t going to get better for me, is it?

Jimmy Yates: Since he’s about to talk, probably not.

Bryan Harris: I swear, if he calls Issac STAY PUFT one more time I’m handing in my walking papers...

Once a ringside technician brings forth the microphone X-Calibur had asked for, the LEGACY World Champion straightens up in the center of the ring and points directly into the camera lens.

X-Calibur: STAY PUFT...

Behind X-Calibur in the corner of the shot, Jimmy Yates throws his arms up in victory.

X-Calibur: ... I know you’re watching. Look around, man. Ain’t nothin’ between us now but the air we breath and the ground we walk on. So do me a favor... bring your seven-foot marshmallow ass down that ramp and into my ring... NOW.

Alan Ducard: Wow...

The fans give an overwhelming and completely unexpected “OOOOOH” to this, but the shock is short lived as...

“ALL OUR TIMES HAVE COME!”

Blue Oyster Cult’s masterpiece blasts out of the arena speakers, gracing the Hershey crowd in the ominous tones of “Don’t Fear The Reaper.” The Ivory Terror emerges from the curtains, sauntering very slowly along the head of the ramp. The albino wears a charcoal gray suit, his white hair flowing freely about his shoulders. His eyes are cold, almost indifferent to the mind games X-Calibur is playing with him.

While at the top of the ramp, Entragian removes the suit jacket, throwing it to the side. He begins to walk down the ramp while unbuttoning the sleeves of his white dress shirt, eyes never leaving The World Champion. The monster gets to the apron and pauses, ripping off his black tie as he motions to be handed a mic. Once the instrument is placed into his pale hand, he steps up onto the apron, a smirk touching the edge of his mouth.

The Pale Rider: I’ll admit, the shirt…that’s cute. Always pegged you for a fella with a real creative streak Eryk.

Entragian’s tone is subdued, almost like a beast within a cage that hasn’t been let out JUST yet. Issac raises the microphone to his face for a second time, but the fans grow louder. Issac nods, stepping over the top rope and walking towards the center of the ring, where he comes face to face with The World Champion.

X-Calibur raises his microphone to his face, and the fans begin to chant, “STAY-PUFT!”, “STAY-PUFT”, “STAY-PUFT”. Both X-Calibur and Issac look out to the crowd and find this equally amusing. Focusing back on one another, once the chant seems to die down a little bit, X-Calibur holds the microphone up.

X-Calibur: Right after I took my title back, you said to me, "You're welcome, Eryk."

He pauses, letting Issac and everyone else remember back to that promotional video that aired just after Entragian practically annihilated Loco Martinez in an effort to cash in on X’s bounty.

X-Calibur: Well, I just wanna say... "Thanks, Issac."

SMAAAAACK!!!!

Alan Ducard: WHAT?!

Bryan Harris: HOLY CRAP!

Out of nowhere, X-Calibur reaches up to the seven-foot monster and actually delivers an ear drum exploding slap directly to the towering tempest of timidity’s face. His eyes go wide with shock more-so than pain, and the audience eats it up.

Jimmy Yates: My GOD... does X have a DEATH WISH?!

The crowd responds with, “NO-HE-DID-INT!”, clap, clap, clap-clap-clap.

X-Calibur can see the stinging tears welling up inside the corners of his eyes, and he smirks. Dropping the microphone, X-Calibur waits for Issac to make his move, prepared to be annihilated by this Albino Abomination. But instead of quaking with rage, Issac shakes with laughter, his lips parting and unveiling the nastiness of his filed down fangs. The champion squints, disgusted by what he sees. The challenger continues laughing, dropping his microphone as well. Looking around at the audience, X-Calibur shrugs. Almost as if he had expected to be floored right then and there. Reaching forward, X-Calibur lifts his palm up onto the bridge of Issac’s massive nose, covers one of his eyes and PIE FACES him, moving the mountain of a man backwards a foot, maybe less.

Jimmy Yates: What is X DOING?! Is he TRYING TO DIE?!

Bryan Harris: Umm, who pie faces a giant? I mean really..

Alan Ducard: It’s clear that X-Calibur is trying to provoke the Pale Rider. Why though, is a complete mystery to me..

Issac stands tall and continues to laugh. X-Calibur shakes his head. Grabbing the championship belt, X-Calibur lays it flat on the canvas. Looking straight at Issac, X-Calibur motions for Issac to cross the line.

Entragian’s chuckles suddenly die in his throat upon finally taking notice of the World Championship; his eyes lose their sick mirth, becoming alien and sinister. His forked tongue slips out to lick his lips, and he looks down at the belt, before returning his attention to X-Calibur. Entragian mouths the words “this line?” and then the flood gates open.

The albino takes a big step forward while rearing back his right hand, only to CRUSH a cranium-shaking uppercut into the shelf of X-Calibur’s jaw. X staggers backwards against the ropes, his eyes shooting wide open, almost in awe of Issac’s strength. He works his jaw with his hand, and then nods, moving right back towards Issac without a thread of intimidation shown.

Bryan Harris: How you like that X-Calibur? Entragian doesn’t cater to your little games, and now you’ve basically thrown yourself into a lion’s den!

Jimmy Yates: I respect X for standing up to Issac, but I have to say, that uppercut was the stuff nightmares are made of…

Entragian flings himself forward, looking to clean X’s clock with a clothesline, but X ducks the attempt and wheels on the monster, slamming piston-like right hands directly into his pallid face. Issac is ROCKED, stumbling backwards on his heels.

X-Calibur follows him across the ring, and then he grabs the monster by the shirt collar and pulls him in for a NASTY elbow right to the side of the cheek. Issac falls backwards against the ropes, and X-Calibur takes advantage, getting up a head of steam and CLOTHESLINING the monster right over the top rope!

Alan Ducard: The monster has been KNOCKED out of the ring! Can you believe it?

Issac lands on his feet, but staggers backwards, very off balance and surprised. Once he regains his footing Issac seethes, and slithers his arm under the bottom rope, locking his vice-like grip around X’s ankle and yanking him out of the ring under the bottom rope. Issac goes to throw the soup bones, but X-Calibur BLOCKS the attempt, instead smashing a left hand of his own into Issac’s face.

The big man staggers up the ramp and away from the ring, and X-Calibur follows, grabbing a handful of his white hair and negotiating him further up the ramp towards the curtains.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like they’re heading towards the back, get some cameras on these guys! We don’t want to miss a second of this!

The cameras follow the two men as they burst through the curtains into the backstage area, and after taking a few steps X-Calibur promptly bashes Entragian’s head into a storage crate. The Pale Rider slumps down, and X-Calibur runs forward, looking to drive a knee into his ribs, but at the last second Entragian darts out of the way and pushes X square in the back, giving him some added momentum as he smashes knee first into the storage crate.

Bryan Harris: This is a BAD environment for X-Calibur to be in right now. This is not a match, this is just an unsanctioned brawl, much like the No Limits world that Entragian ruled over for God knows how long..

Alan Ducard: If anyone can hang with that demented beast on a scale like this, it’s our World Champion.

X-Calibur stumbles, holding his knee, and Entragian homes in without wasting breath, effectively DRILLING The World Champion in the back of the skull with a leaping bicycle kick. X is knocked forward by the kick, the side of his face scraping against the storage container as he collapses to the cement on both of his knees. Issac doesn’t give him any breathing room, instead digging one of his pale claws into X’s long brown hair and dragging him back up to his feet, only to force him further down the hallway towards the catering area.

Jimmy Yates: Where the hell are they going? They might end up on the streets of Hershey before this thing settles down!

Halfway down the hallway X throws an elbow into Issac’s side, followed by another. The albino releases his hold, and X-Calibur quickly reacts, dropping down and driving his shoulder into Issac’s gut. X-Calibur uses himself like a battering ram, driving Entragian into a piece of chain-link fence that separates some water pipes from the rest of the hallway. Issac hits the barrier spine first, his mouth pulling back into a rictus of pain. X stands fully vertical, smashing a few forearm shots into Issac’s chest while he has him up against the fence. After a succession of shots X tries a left hand, but Issac catches him at the wrist, bringing his arm down while simultaneously snapping his head forward, his jaws opening in an attempt to BITE at X-Calibur’s face. X darts backwards just in time, Entragian’s feral teeth mere inches away from closing on his nose and shredding it to ribbons.

Alan Ducard: Would you LOOK at that mad dog? Saliva dripping from those cannibal teeth, he is like a rabid animal; he will hurt you ANY WAY that he can!

Jimmy Yates: And just think, that…”creature” could become our World Champion, and personally I just don’t want to imagine what dark days are in store for LEGACY if that happens.

Even X-Calibur seems shocked by this tremendous show of aggression on Issac’s part, so much so that he kicks into another gear, firing off a kick into Issac’s gut and then jumping upwards to perform a massive DDT, Issac’s weight crashing down against the cement in a horrible meeting of skull and floor.

Alan Ducard: NASTY. Entragian could be out…

In a contradiction to Ducard’s statement, Issac stirs, his lip busted from having slammed against the floor at an odd angle. X reaches down, twisting white hair into his fist and forcing Entragian up, only to have a pale hand LOCK around his throat. With eyes like green fire, Issac pivots and CHOKE TOSSES X-Calibur directly into a wall. X-Calibur hits so hard that the wood cracks, and Issac is RIGHT there, peppering X-Calibur’s face with stinging right hands while he holds him back by the hair on the back of his head. Entragian snarls, motioning for the cameraman to get the hell back, and then he wheels around and throws X-Calibur headfirst towards a dinner table. X’s legs hit the edge of the table and he flips over it unceremoniously, coming to a crashing stop as his body smashes into the cement floor.

Bryan Harris: This is getting UGLY. Issac looking better and better with each passing second.

Jimmy Yates: Don’t count out the champ, he’s not going to be an easy target, X-Calibur is known for his resiliency.

X-Calibur scrambles along the floor, his body already aching all over, and as he stands up he sweeps a hand along one of the catering tables and comes up with a full pot of hot coffee in his hand. Issac darts forward, seeing what X-Calibur has picked up, but it’s too late, Entragian gets SMASHED across the chest with the pot of coffee. Glass explodes everywhere, and Issac’s chest gets BAPTISED in scalding hot coffee. The monster screams in a mixture of rage and torment, and he quickly rips off his dress shirt and throws it to the floor, one hand going up to nurse the burns along his sternum.

Alan Ducard: Good God, Issac just got doused with that coffee, and it looks like X gave it to him black, hold the cream!

Bryan Harris: REAL funny Ducard. X-Calibur will regret that, mark my words.

X-Calibur gives Issac no chance to rest, instead he steps forward and begins to send KNIFE-EDGE CHOPS into the flesh of Issac’s singed chest. Entragian reels backwards on his heels, crossing his arms at the chest, and while the monster is caught off balance X-Calibur lifts the three hundred pound demon up and delivers a SPINEBUSTER right through one of the souvenir tables, t-shirts and various pieces of memorabilia falling down to cover Issac in an avalanche of LEGACY merchandise. The table collapses in a heap with a loud snapping sound, and as X-Calibur stands up and steps backwards, the four poles covered in a LEGACY banner fall down and smash atop Issac’s body as well. X-Calibur smirks, thinking that he’s finished the job he set out to do.

Jimmy Yates: Look at this, looks like Entragian has been buried courtesy of X-Calibur, I don’t expect the freak machine to be getting up from that..

Bryan Harris: Obviously Jimbo, you spoke FAR too soon.

Much to the dismay of The World Champion, the heap of memorabilia begins to tremble, and then Issac practically BURSTS up to his feet, spraying t-shirts and souvenirs all over the place. The albino brings one of the steel poles with him, and he proceeds to try to IMPALE X-Calibur with this, driving it into X-Calibur’s gut and pushing him backwards as though it were a lance. Entragian drives X back until his back smashes into an emergency exit door, the edge of the pole already creating a nasty black bruise on the side of X’s abdomen. With X’s back literally up “against it” Issac is content to dig the pole against his flesh, relishing the mask of pain that appears on The World Champion’s face. After a moment Issac quickly rears back and WHIPS the edge of the steel pole into X-Calibur’s face. X flies backwards, stunned, and he crashes through the emergency exit door and out onto the concrete of a parking deck.

Alan Ducard: This is insane. How far are these guys willing to go to put each other down?

Jimmy Yates: Well if they’ve come this far, they might as well take it a little further!

Entragian follows him out the door, tossing the pole to the side and letting it clatter to the floor of the parking deck. X-Calibur crawls backwards on the concrete, and then uses a silver sedan to pull himself back up to his feet, his temple busted wide open from the shot from the pole. X wipes blood out of his eye, and then takes a swing at Entragian, but Issac catches the fist, and using all of his strength he WHIPS X-Calibur’s recently injured left arm into the hood of the sedan. X’s howl of pain is so great that his throat continues to work even after it’s out, and Issac pays no mind, once more locking a hand around X-Calibur’s throat and THROWING him into the side of the sedan. X’s spine crashes up against the car doors, and he crumples down to the garage floor in a sitting position, his left arm held close to his body.

Jimmy Yates: This is bad folks, X-Calibur is busted wide open and he’s leaking like a faucet…

Bryan Harris: X has to learn Jimbo, when you play with Issac; you’re playing with one of the most depraved minds in the business. There is no conscience inside Entragian, next to you talk to X just ask him and I’m sure he’d back up that claim.

Despite the agony X is experiencing, he pushes himself back up to his feet, using the side of the sedan as a brace. X-Calibur’s gaze burns with defiance, and he motions Issac forward. The albino comes, swinging back one huge fist and FIRING it towards X’s head. At the last second X drops down, and Issac’s pale fist smashes through the passenger side window of the sedan, instantly shattering it. X seizes the moment, snatching hold of the belt on Issac’s slacks and MEAT HOOKING his right up into Issac’s groin, delivering an world-ending lowblow. A hiss of air escapes Issac’s lips; his eyes become pinpricks of torture. The big man tumbles backwards like a fallen elm, smashing down onto the ground.

Bryan Harris: Oh no! How dare X-Calibur do that! Does he want Elizabeth to have deformed babies or something?

Jimmy Yates: She’d have deformed babies even if X didn’t bash Entragian in the nether-regions, afterall we are talking about ENTRAGIAN here Bryan.

Alan Ducard: X bought himself some time, and look now…he seems to be reaching through the shattered window of that vehicle..

X-Calibur drags his hand along the floor of the sedan and brings it out of the window with a tire iron held tightly in his fist. X’s gaze turns vindictive, and he makes a beeline for Entragian, tire iron in hand. By some grace of a heathen God, Issac is actually pushing his way up to his feet, a killer’s grin plastered across his face. X raises the tire iron just as Issac stands, and Issac motions with a bleeding hand for X to bring it right the hell on. X-Calibur has no trouble answering this request; he CRUSHES the tire iron right into Entragian’s shoulder. Issac staggers to the side, his body smashing up against the sedan as his hand goes up to grip his shoulder. But just as soon as Issac hits the sedan, he bounces right off and pretty much throws himself at X-Calibur, three hundred pounds of gnashing teeth and deranged fury, which X-Calibur promptly SMASHES yet again with the tire iron. This time Issac takes the hit low on the jaw, his already busted lip spraying out a torrent of crimson as he falls backwards and hits the unyielding floor of the parking deck. Entragian lies on his back, motionless, while X-Calibur leans against the sedan, wiping blood from his face as he looks down at the fallen monster.

Jimmy Yates: Please tell me this is over. I feel like I’m watching a death match right now, two men enter, one man leaves…

Alan Ducard: I can’t…believe…what I’m seeing…

With X-Calibur looking on with the bloody tire iron still in hand, Issac very slowly sits up, his upper body snapping forward as though connected to a spring. The bottom of Issac’s face is covered in blood, his teeth stained with it, yet still he smiles. X-Calibur can almost literally be heard mouthing the words “what the f**k” as he witnesses this, his eyes like saucers. Entragian continues his slow ascension back up to his feet, using every fiber of his twisted being to FIGHT the pain. X straightens up, dropping the tire iron, he moves in and LOCKS his arms around Issac’s neck and LEAPS upwards, looking to plant the demon once and for all with an X-Terminator, but once X is airborne Issac uses his power to keep him up, and the monster pivots and SMASHES X-Calibur down back-first against the hood of the car. X-Calibur’s whole body seems to cringe, a shockwave of anguish assaulting his spine and traveling throughout his frame.

Alan Ducard: This is too much. Someone has to put a stop to this; these men are hell-bent on MURDERING each other!

Bryan Harris: You’re just pissy because your sedan is getting jacked up Alan, give it a rest, that piece of crap is insured ain’t it?

Entragian follows X-Calibur, climbing laboriously up onto the hood of the sedan, limping slightly as he gets up there. Once on the hood, Issac reaches down and forces X up, and then once more utilizing that SCARY power, The Ivory Terror hoists X-Calibur’s broken body up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. Issac moves towards the center of the hood, his massive weight already taking a toll on the vehicle’s shocks. Entragian pauses, a primal roar growing in his chest, and it reaches it’s crescendo as he DROPS down to one knee, in the process BLASTING X-Calibur’s gut into his other knee. X-Calibur falls to the side of the hood like a sack of rags, his face drenched in his own blood.

Bryan Harris: DISEMBOWELER ON THE HOOD OF A FRICKEN’ SEDAN! X-CALIBUR IS DEAD! CALL THE FUNERAL HOME; GET THE CORONER, THAT MAN IS READY TO MEET HIS LORD AND MAKER!

Jimmy Yates: I’m aghast…that was sick. X-Calibur could be sporting internal injuries folks…

Issac climbs down from the hood of the sedan, cracking his neck to the side appreciatively. He takes a few steps away from the car, and then suddenly a sparkle alights in those deranged eyes. Entragian’s head turns slowly, as though on a swivel, his white hair hanging in his face and stained with blood. He stares at X-Calibur’s motionless body, and then HEADS FOR HIM YET AGAIN!

Alan Ducard: Oh come on! This is over Entragian; you’ve made your point! What’s going to satisfy this blood thirsty son of a…

Bryan Harris: Lemme cut you off RIGHT there Alan; I’ll tell you what will satisfy that man. He will be satisfied once X is HUMBLED. You wanna see Entragian stuff a serving of humble pie down that arrogant rooster’s throat? Then watch close, cuz you about to see!

Entragian pulls X-Calibur’s body off the hood of the car, taking his weight up onto his shoulder. Issac takes a few steps back, seems almost to judge the distance, and then he LAWN DARTS X-Calibur head first into the windshield of the sedan! The glass seems almost to implode, crushing inward as the top of X’s skull blasts through it. Once more X-Calibur’s body comes to rest against the hood of the sedan, his head bleeding so profusely that a little river of red has started to run down the hood and drip down towards the passenger side tire of the car. Issac examines his handiwork, reaching up and taking X by the hair, only to pull his head a few inches up and off of the hood. Issac leans forward, a bloody smirk on his face. He whispers in X’s ear, oh so sweetly.

Entragian: “When you wake up, ask yourself one question. Was that little slap worth it, Van Warren?”

Having said his piece Issac allows X-Calibur’s head to drop, his pale head releasing the sweat-drenched brown hair. Entragian steps out of frame, and as the camera’s zoom in on the side of X-Calibur’s face it’s obvious that The World Champion has lost consciousness.

Alan Ducard: This disgusts me on such a profound level. Entragian never knows when to stop, and look at the aftermath this repugnant and sinister human being has left in his wake.

Jimmy Yates: He ain’t right in the head, X-Calibur knows that now. The damage that’s been done here is ungodly…

Bryan Harris: Keep this image in your mind boys, The World Champion a knocked out bloody heap while Issac stands TALL, he is WALKING away from this. Mark my words gentlemen, The Entragian Era will rise again at Destined for Greatness!

The shot closes on the grinning engine of madness and mayhem that is ISSAC ENTRAGIAN. His nostrils flare, seeming to take in the scent of the coppery blood oozing form X-Calibur’s body. And judging by the expression on his face, he LIKES IT.