Jimmy Yates: These two squared off in the first round of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, with Hazard picking up the win. After the bizarre circumstances last week with Frank Garvin, though, you have to wonder what kind of mindset he's going to be in tonight.

Bryan Harris: I'm guessing the kind of mindset that causes him to do not quite enough to win and for Tim Jones to have a celebratory six pack of IBC in center ring.

Alan Ducard: Normally I'd warn against writing Hazard off so easily, but the man's mind can't be on competing against Tim Jones tonight. It's got to be in one of two places - at home or focused on Frank Garvin.

Bryan Harris: Maybe it should be on when home security systems are going on sale at the Wal Mart back in Podunk, West Virginia.

Jimmy Yates: You are..you know what? I'm not dignifying that. Let's cut to the action.

Bryan Harris: What'd I tell you? He's probably trying to figure out that twenty percent discount if you trade in a piece of livestock.

Alan Ducard: The man is obviously focused on something, but it just doesn't seem to be Tim Jones.

Jimmy Yates: This is an awkward situation, but at some point Hazard is going to have to engage Jones.

Bryan Harris: Engaged? West Virginia? As soon as I hear something about a "purty mouth" I'm out.

Tim Jones moves in and appears to attempt to initiate a collar and elbow tie-up, but Hazard isn't cooperating..or moving. Jones looks back at Nolan, and Nolan simply shrugs. Jones appoaches Hazard and makes the universal sign for "what's up?" with his arms. Hazard remains unmoving, eyes locked on the entrance as if he's expecting company. Jones bounces off the ropes and connects with a half hearted shoulder block that moves Hazard back a half step, but doesn't take him off his feet. The crowd is growing antsy and starting to boo at the lack of action.

Alan Ducard: You can't blame the fans for expecting to see some action, but I can't imagine being asked to be at work so soon after my family..my home was violated like Hazard's was.

Bryan Harris: Home? How many tires do you have to put in the yard before a double wide is considered a home?

Alan Ducard: I don't understand how you can make jokes about the situation. What's happened between Hazard and Garvin has obviously become very, very personal.

Jimmy Yates: I think something else is about to happen between Tim Jones and Hazard. It would appear that Tim Jones has had enough of Hazard ignoring him.

Jones unleashes a dropkick that does indeed get Hazard's attention, driving him back into the corner. As Jones gains his feet, he follows Hazard in with a clothesline and a couple of forearm shots to the jaw. Rights and lefts to the stomach, an elbow to the top of the head, and another forearm shiver puts Jones in control of the offense. The crowd reacts positively, happy to see some offense.

Bryan Harris: If he's trying to bore Jones into submission, it's not going to work. On the other hand, I'm thinking about getting a hot dog until something else happens.

Alan Ducard: By all means, feel free to wander off at any time.

Jimmy Yates: Jones is in control for the time being, but at some point, you've got to think that Hazard would retaliate in some form or fashion.

As if on cue, Hazard hooks his arm over the top rope to prevent Jones from whipping him across the ring again. Jones tries a second time, but Hazard isn't budging. Hazard uses a quick boot to the stomach to double Jones over, and whips him into the same corner that was occupied by Hazard just moments ago. Once Tim is in the corner, Hazard unleashes a relentless flurry of rights and lefts, battering his head and torso. More stunned by the suddenness of the attack than actually hurt, Jones ducks his head between the ropes to force a break and get some breathing room.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard finally shows a little fire, but Jones is smart to break things up. You don't want to be trapped in a corner with any opponent in LEGACY, but especially not one that's quite this fired up.

Leonard Nolan comes over to break things up, but Hazard is oblivious to the count, still simply trying to hit Jones where he can. Shoulder, stomach, head, it doesn't matter. Nolan begins his count..

1...

2...

3...

4...

Alan Ducard: Hazard isn't stopping..hell, he's not even slowing down!

5!

Bryan Harris: Come on! If this redneck can't keep his temper, disqualify him! I don't care how pissed off he is, there are still rules.

Referee Nolan looks back, and rather than immediately throw things out, he attempts to physically interrupt the assault. He latches on to Hazard's left arm and tries to pull him back, but Hazard just keeps throwing the right hand while the left is restrained. After several attempts to pry him away, Nolan is left with no choice but to disqualify Hazard. As the bell rings, Hazard slows his punches and eventually backs away. He rolls out of the ring and starts back down the aisle.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner of the match as a result of a disqualification, Tim Joooooones!

Jimmy Yates: Absolutely bizarre circumstances tonight with Hazard.

Alan Ducard: You have to hand it to Tim Jones, though. He did the smart thing - he weathered the storm and picked up a win.

Bryan Harris: Maybe Gomer can walk on back to Mudville and stay put with his Sister Wife and Nephew Son. I think we'd all be better off that way.

Justin Moreno: What do you want, dude?

Gryffin Anselm: Just wanted to talk to you for a minute and clear some things up about your match tonight - a match I requested.

Justin looks a bit confused.

Justin Moreno: YOU requested it?

Gryffin Anselm: Yeah, I did. I know how the front office likes to book matches on a show before a pay per view - taking guys from various matches, pairing them up, giving fans a preview for both matches at the big event. I wanted to make sure they didn't pair you up with Issac Entragian.

Before J-Mo can respond, Gryffin speaks again.

Gryffin Anselm: Why do I care, you might ask? Because I don't like the guy, and the more I see him trying to get his albino hooks in you and prey off the fact that you're going through some tough shit right now... it makes me sick. Your situation is hard enough to deal with, you don't need that guy clawing at you, trying to play on your anger and frustration. The way he'd go about things... it's not productive.

Justin Moreno: So... that's why you're here? To tell me that you booked this match so Issac couldn't pair up with me?

Gryffin Anselm: Actually, I also wanted to make you an offer. You've got that big match coming up against Laura Seton to try to win back the Tao of Valor Championship, and so training is going to be real important over the next couple weeks. If you want to train with me...

Reaching into his pocket, Anselm takes out a business card and hands it over to Justin, who takes it.

Gryffin Anselm: There's my number.

Looking over the card, Justin notices the red "D" on the back of the card, which causes Gryffin to let out a chuckle.

Gryffin Anselm: Don't mind that logo. I haven't had cards printed up in a while. I promise, Crash won't be anywhere near the gym. I don't need an answer now, just... consider the offer.

Patting Justin on the shoulder, Gryffin walks off. Moreno looks down at the card, then turns and watches as Anselm walks away.

Alan Ducard: In order to keep some modicum of sanity and order, the four odd-men-out from those teams are banned from ringside for this match.

Bryan Harris: Totally unfair, by the way. Taking each of these guys out of their elements…

Jimmy Yates: I don’t see anything wrong with it. This match needs the outside interference to be minimized because there’s enough potential for fireworks as it is, given the rules set in place.

Alan Ducard: About the rules – two men will be in the ring at a time, leaving the other two competitors on the apron, ready to be tagged in by either man in the ring at a given time. Though it works like a tag match, partners are not assigned.

Bryan Harris: I do have to say, I like that aspect to this match. It gives tons of opportunity for all the guys to end up in the ring apart from one another, in addition to the fact that they might have to work together to get a victory here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: It definitely sets the stage for an interesting match at the pay per view… so let’s get to the ring to see what transpires.

Alan Ducard: Mirage and FLASH Dynamite working cohesively, right now, for a common goal! Inflicting pain on their other opponents for the four-team ladder melee at Destined for Greatness!

Bryan Harris: There is no denying the effectiveness of working in unison with anyone you can in this environment. No one wants to let anyone else go in without a measure of pain and a disadvantage leading into the big tag team title match!

Joey rolls over to his side and Mirage hits the ropes, when FLASH slaps Mirage’s shoulder as Mirage rebounds off the ropes and dives low with a diving shoulder into the small of Joey’s back! Mirage turns Joey over and hooks him for a cover, but referee Travis Rollins signals that he was tagged! Mirage looks up in anger as FLASH Dynamite steps through the ropes! FLASH starts walking toward the center of the ring, glaring down at Mirage, who raises his hands and slowly backs out of the ring!

Jimmy Yates: Mirage and FLASH Dynamite having an intense stare in the middle of the ring!

Bryan Harris: But, as you’ll notice, even the crafty ring veteran, Mirage, realizes that getting into a battle with FLASH Dynamite is ill-advised!

FLASH bends as Joey starts sitting up, and pulls Joey up by the head! FLASH sends Joey to the ropes, and Joey slides quickly under the bottom rope as FLASH starts to swing a clothesline! FLASH stops himself and rushes at Joey as Joey pulls himself up onto the apron! Joey springboards to the top as FLASH lunges for him, Joey springs off the top rope and dives forward, he tucks at the last moment and rolls through to his feet! Joey turns and dives, slapping VENOM’s hand!

Jimmy Yates: Steve O’Reily, better known as VENOM, has just found his way into this match and this four-corners contest is about to turn into a slugfest!

Alan Ducard: You’re surely correct! Domination hasn’t forgotten the dubious methods that the Flying Avengers have used to defeat them a handful of weeks ago!

FLASH, for his part, turns around and stares as VENOM steps through the ropes! Both men glare hard at each other before both rush in at each other! FLASH swings a hard haymaker, and VENOm ducks under the wild swing, coming back up with a European style uppercut into FLASH’s chest! FLASH stumbles back a bit before VENOM rushes right into him with a clothesline! FLASH hits the canvas, and the fans cheer loudly! VENOM turns and throws his arms in the air as FLASH starts to push to his feet! VENOM grabs FLASH by the wrist and pulls him in, scooping FLASH up onto his shoulders, VENOM turns and runs toward the center of the ring, before FLASH slides down VENOM’s back!
Bryan Harris: FLASH Dynamite just avoided a big-time powerslam, luckily for him!

Alan Ducard: FLASH certainly trying to stop O’Reily from building momentum!

FLASH shoves VENOM toward the ropes, and Mirage kicks into VENOM’s back as he hits the ropes! Mirage turns to shout at the jeering fans as VENOM turns around and suddenly slaps Mirage on the back! Mirage turns around as VENOM grabs Mirage and slings him over the top rope with a hip toss! Mirage turns right into a back body drop from FLASH Dynamite! VENOM starts through the ropes and FLASH rushes forward, driving his knee into the side of VENOM’s head, and VENOM drops off the apron to the arena floor with a thud!

Bryan Harris: VENOM might have thought of a way to get Mirage and FLASH off the same page, but he paid the price as FLASH took advantage of him taking his eye off the action!

Jimmy Yates: And take advantage he did, as he gave VENOM a cheapshot that sent him to the floor!

FLASH turns around as Mirage starts to pick himself up, and Mirage quickly lunges into a dropkick to FLASH’s knee! FLASH drops to his chest quickly, as Mirage pushes to his feet! Mirage lines himself up and rushes, kicking FLASH in the ribs as FLASH tries to push back to his feet! FLASH lurches straight up, and Mirage quickly drives a hard right into FLASH’s face, rocking him back on his knees! Mirage grabs FLASH by the hair showing through the top of his mask and pulls him into a knee to the face! FLASH drops down to his back slowly and Mirage drops to a cover!

Alan Ducard: Mirage is taking this opportunity to inflict some serious damage upon the largest member of the Flying Avengers, certainly a viable threat to his tag team title reign!

ONE!

TWO!

T–!

FLASH Dynamite kicks out strongly!

Jimmy Yates: FLASH shakes off some of the cobwebs in time to kick out in time to keep this match continuing!

Mirage turns and presses his palm across FLASH’s throat! FLASH starts kicking his legs as Mirage presses down, choking FLASH as referee Travis Rollins starts to admonish him and begins to count at him! Rollins gets to the count of three before Mirage raises both hands in the air and grabs FLASH by the hair, pulling him to his feet, and tags in Joey Shepard! Joey springs over the ropes, and together Joey and Mirage send FLASH off the ropes!

Alan Ducard: Some collective efforts from Joey Shepard and Mirage now!
Bryan Harris: Of course, because it takes them both to keep an advantage against a superhero like FLASH!

Mirages rushes and catches FLASH on the rebound with a drop toe hold! Joey hits the ropes and rebounds with a running shooting star press across FLASH’s back the instant FLASH crashes to the canvas! Mirage starts out of the ring as Joey turns FLASH over and hooks a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Mirage quickly grabs Joey by the ankle and pulls him off of the cover attempt! Mirage slowly backs out of the ring as Joey pushes back to his feet. Joey turns as FLASH gets to his knees, and FLASH buries his elbow in Joey’s gut! Joey drops to a knee as FLASH pushes the rest of his way to his feet and hits the ropes! Joey snaps to his feet and leaps into the air as FLASH rushes at him, and Joey drives both feet into FLASH’s face with a high dropkick!

Jimmy Yates: Just as FLASH Dynamite tried to build some momentum, Joey Shepard exploded into action to bring him back down to the canvas!

Bryan Harris: Really Jimmy? He exploded? You’re going to go with a pun of his opponent’s name? I’m ashamed of you!

Jimmy Yates: You’re just saying that because you didn’t think of it first!

Bryan Harris: Well...yeah...

Joey scrambles across the ring and hooks FLASH’s leg deep!

ONE!

TWO!

T–!

FLASH kicks out! Joey grabs FLASH by the head and starts pulling him to his feet, when FLASH grabs Joey by the front of his pants and falls back, swinging Joey into the middle rope, throat first! VENOM slaps Joey’s shoulder, as FLASH gets to his feet! FLASH looks and sees Joey hung u on the middle rope and turns to the opposite ropes! VENOM quickly scales to the top rope, and FLASH rebounds just as VENOM leaps off the top rope and catches FLASH with a flying clothesline!

Jimmy Yates: VENOM Steve O’Reily just took a page out of Joey Shepard’s book and flew off the top rope to halt FLASH Dynamite in his tracks!

Alan Ducard: Impressive agility from such a large man, and certainly it came unexpected to FLASH Dynamite!

VENOM quickly moves to cover FLASH, as Joey slowly rolls under the bottom rope.

ONE!

TWO!

FLASH kicks out, and VENOM pushes to his feet. VENOM bends and pulls FLASH up to his feet before twisting under FLASH’s arm and sends FLASH off the ropes. FLASH drops to a knee and swings his body around, reversing the whip to send VENOM into the ropes! VENOM rebounds just as FLASH snaps off his knee and drives both forearms into his face with a Polish Hammer!

Bryan Harris: The Hammer of Justice just drove VENOM to the canvas! FLASH Dynamite with a well-calculated maneuver, turns the tide of this four-man battle!

Alan Ducard: Certainly immaculate timing from the young Flying Avenger.

FLASH looks out over the ropes at the sea of jeering fans, he slowly turns just as VENOM turns to start pushing up on a knee. FLASH grabs VENOM and helps him the rest of the way to his feet and sends him off the ropes! FL:ASH turns his body and catches VENOM as he comes off the ropes and swings him up and around with a tilt-a-whirl that he spins full circle and snaps VENOM to the canvas with a spinebuster! FLASH pops up to his feet and backs up, every muscle in his arms and chest flexing with the show of power and quickness, before Mirage slaps FLASH on the shoulder!

Bryan Harris: Mirage is so smart, he knows that with that maneuver right there FLASH could have pinned any one of them! So instead of letting FLASH build up momentum, he sneaks in, tags the man out, and takes his place against a wounded opponent!

Jimmy Yates: He also knows that FLASH Dynamite’s power and ability is about the only way he’s going to get Steve O’Reily where he wants him!

Mirage steps through the ropes, with his hands up, as FLASH stares at him. FLASH slowly steps through the ropes onto the apron, and Mirage turns his attention to VENOM, as VENOM turns to his side, trying to push back to his feet! Mirage runs and drives his shin into the small of VENOM’s back, snapping him over onto his chest! Mirage places a knee in VENOM’s lower back and grabs VENOM by his shoulder and over the side of a knee, pulling VENOM back against the knee, harshly!

Alan Ducard: Keeping VENOM on the canvas may be Mirage’s best option! Taking away that vertical base, and the size advantage, greatly diminishes all of Steve O’Reily’s other advantages!

Jimmy Yates: Especially with Mirage burying his knee in O’Reily’s kidneys!

Mirage pulls back harder, as fans start to clap their hands for VENOM. VENOM starts to turn to his side, and Mirage moves his knee out from behind VENOM and pushes VENOM onto his back, dropping into a lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

VENOM kicks out, hard! Mirage quickly pushes to his feet and grabs VENOM by the arm, twists under it, and grabs VENOM around the head with VENOM still on a knee, Mirage snaps back with a DDT, driving VENOM’s skull into the canvas! Mirage gets to his feet and quickly slaps Joey Shepard in the chest, tagging him in!

Alan Ducard: Perhaps Steve O’Reily willing himself to fight out of the submission hold allowed Mirage to realize that VENOM was not as weakened as he had believed he was, and he has opted not to be in there any longer!

Bryan Harris: It keeps Mirage from expending more energy than is necessary. His opponent isn’t weakened enough to be defeated, and so there’s no reason for him to stay in the contest!

Joey steps through the ropes, as VENOM slowly starts to push to his hands and knees, cradling his head! Joey runs from VENOM’s side and dives over him, rollign VENOM over with an Oklahoma Roll!

ONE!

TWO!

VENOM kicks out! Joey rolls away from VENOM as VENOM starts to push to his feet, Joey rushes to the ropes and takes off sprinting right for VENOM! VENOM catches Joey on the rebound as Joey swings his body through for a flying head scissors, but Joey wraps all the way around VENOM’s back and swings his legs back up under VENOM’s arms and swings onto VENOM’s shoulder and swings right off, plating VENOM with eyt another DDT!

Jimmy Yates: A satellite wrap-around tordado DDT out of a flying head scissors, I don’t even know what to call that other than nothing short of spectacular!

Bryan Harris: Joey Shepard utilizing his speed and unique offense to the absolute best of his ability right there to keep himself out of harm’s way when it comes to dealing with the behemoth, VENOM!

Joey quickly turns and starts shoving against VENOM, pushing VENOM over to his back, he quickly hooks a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THR–!

FLASH Dynamite dives into the ring and drives both arms into Joey’s chest, breaking the count! FLASH grabs Joey and pulls him to his feet, FLASH whips Joey into the ropes, and Mirage slaps Joey on the back, just as Joey rebounds! FLASH catches Joey under the arms and launches him into the air, catches him, and Joey wraps his legs around FLASH, launching him through the ropes with a hurricanrana as he comes down! Joey springs to his feet as Mirage slowly slinks into the ring, Joey watches as FLASH starts to get to his feet! Joey hits the ropes and rebounds, right as Mirage steps out of the corner suddenly and drives Joey down with a clothesline, stopping him from diving over the ropes onto FLASH on the outside!

Jimmy Yates: Mirage strikes just like a cobra, taking Joey Shepard, and all of these people, right out of their seats, stopping Joey from hitting what was sure to be a magnificent dive, and really whipping the wind from the sails propelling Joey Shepard’s momentum!

Alan Ducard: I thin k what my colleague is trying to say is that Mirage just showed us all just how much he’s dictating the pace of this contest in all aspects!

Joey slowly rolls out of the ring as Mirage turns his attention to VENOM, who has still not gotten turned over to a knee. Mirage slowly approaches VENOM and slaps the back of his head! Mirage starts walking a slow circle around VENOM, slapping him in the back of the head again as VENOM pushes to a knee! Mirage continues his slow circle and kicks VENOM in the forehead, lightly...teasingly. VENOM starts pushing to his knees, and Mirage rears back to punch VENOM in the face! VENOM catches the arm and swings up to his feet, swinging Mirage up into a fireman’s carry as he does so!

Bryan Harris: Mirage needs to get out of the big gorilla-like clutches of VENOM! He could be in for a lot of trouble if he doesn’t!

Alan Ducard: I think I agree with most of the people here in attendance when I say I hope he does find himself in a load of trouble, as he has certainly done nothing but cause trouble for everyone else in this contest all night long!

VENOM hooks Mirage around the head and leg as he turns a slow circle, showing off his own amazing strength, before Mirage starts elbowing VENOM in the side of the head! VENOM releases Mirage, and Mirage slides down behind VENOM’s back and clubs him hard across the shoulders! Mirage hits the ropes and runs right at VENOM, as VENOM turns and snatches Mirage up off the rebound and turns, driving Mirage into the canvas with a powerslam!

Bryan Harris: VENOM just muscled over a grown man, and drove him I nto the canvas with absolute authority!

Jimmy Yates: He just showed Mirage that he is the MAN!

VENOM pops up to his feet and shouts into the air, the adrenaline pushing him on, he bends and pulls Mirage to his feet! VENOm hoists Mirage up in a front facelock and move him toward the corner, VENOM places Mirage on the top turnbuckle before releasing the front facelock and punching straight up into Mirage’s chin! Mirage snaps back slowly, his head angling to stare at the ceiling, as VENOM climbs up onto the top turnbuckle with him! VENOM hooks Mirage in a front facelokc and hoists him up to stand on the top rope with him! VENOM snaps back with a superplex, and turns in the air to land on top of Mirage, with a top rope Jackhammer!

Alan Ducard: VENOM strikes with a huge slam off the top rope!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE–!

FLASH and Joey both dive into the ring and crash on top of VENOM, breaking up the pinfall!

Jimmy Yates: FLASH Dynamite and Joey Shepard both saved this match-up for themselves!

FLASH and Joey both back out of the ring, as VENOM pushes to his feet, pulling Mirage with him. VENOM pulls Mirage up onto his shoulder and backs up into a corner! VENOM takes off running, and Mirage slides down VENOM’s back! Mirage shoves VENOM forward, and VENOM puts his foot up on the second turnbuckle! VENOM starts to turn, when FLASH slaps him hard across the chest, tagging himself in! VENOM turns to VENOM, as Mirage rushes at him from behind, driving both arms into VENOM’s shoulders, shoving VENOM into a forearm from FLASH! VENOM drops to the canvas, as Mirage turns to start toward Joey, but FLASH steps through the ropes!

Alan Ducard: Mirage just bought himself some space from one of the large men in this contest, but has earned the attention of another’s in the process!

Bryan Harris: And earn he did! He’s consistently used FLASH to his advantage this evening, and that has managed to rile up the normally composed sueperhero of epic proportions!

Mirage only makes it to the center of the ring, clutching his lower back with every step, when FLASH grabs him by the shoulder. Mirage looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head, and mouthing “what now?”. Mirage turns around and FLASH drives a knee up into his abdomen! FLASH grabs Mirage by the arm and sends him into the ropes! Mirage rebounds, and FLASH quickly ducks down, snapping Mirage up and over with a back body drop! FLASH turns and slaps Joey Shepard’s hand, before turning back to Mirage as he pulls himself up on the ropes, FLASH rushes Mirage and clotheslines him over the top rope, and Mirage spills to the floor!

Jimmy Yates: FLASH has thrown Mirage around a handful of times, and now tags in Joey Shepard, perhaps allowing him that opportunity finally to hit a big dive!

Bryan Harris: Why not allow one of your foes the chance to take a big risk, so long as you’re not on the other end of it?

Joey runs off the ropes as FLASH turns around! Joey dives at FLASH, and FLASH leap frogs over Joey, just as Joey dives through the middle and top rope! Mirage turns right into the suicide dive from Joey Shepard, and the fans cheer loudly! FLASH slowly backs out of the ring as Joey gets to his feet and throws his arms in the air! Joey turns and grabs Mirage, slinging him into the ring, Joey turns back around and slaps hands with people in the front row, while FLASH leans over the top rope and slaps Mirage in the chest, tagging himself back in!

Jimmy Yates: Joey Shepard didn’t see it, but I think FLASH Dynamite just tagged himself back into the contest!

Alan Ducard: I think you’re correct, James! This could be very bad for Joey Shepard!

Shepard slowly turns and slides back into the ring just as FLASH steps through the ropes and rushes at him, driving the bottom of his boot into the side of Joey’s head the moment it comes through the ropes! FLASH quickly bends and grabs Mirage, launching him back through the ropes to the floor, he turns back to Joey and scoops him up before pulling him into the middle of the ring into a standing headscissors! FLASH reaches over Joey’s back, through his legs, he grabs Joey by the wrists and swings Joey up into a powerbomb position and lets him slide down, hooking his legs over his thighs, he cradles Joey’s head and snaps down with a Cradle DDT!

Bryan Harris: Dynamite Drop! Joey Shepard has been knocked out!

Alan Ducard: FLASH Dynamite just hit one of the smoothest Cradle DDT’s I’ve seen in all of my years!

FLASH pops to his feet and runs to the turnbuckles, he starts climbing up, as VENOM picks himself up off the arena floor finally! VENOM quickly jumps onto the apron and slaps FLASH’s back, tagging himself in, before he shoves FLASH off the top rope, where FLASH lands on Mirage as he tries to get to his feet! VENOm steps through the ropes quickly and covers Joey!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bryan Harris: VENOM Steve O’Reily just took advantage of FLASH Dynamite’s hard work and came out with the victory!

Jimmy Yates: Which is only fair, considering FLASH and Kid Lightning stole their way into a tag team title match against him and his partner just a handful of weeks ago themselves!

The fans begin to cheer, as VENOM pushes to his feet, still rubbing his jaw from the forearm that took him out of the last couple of minutes, Travis Rollins grabs his wrist and raises his hand into the air!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner! VENOM! Steve O’Reily!

Alan Ducard: The former tag team champions get an extra bit of momentum headed into the biggest pay per view in LEGACY history, and one might think that this makes them the odds-on favorite to leave Destined for Greatness 2009 with the World Tag Team Championships.

Jimmy Yates: I had them as the favorites anyway. I think Ben Murdock and Steve O'Reily are going to become three-time World Tag Team Champions, and...

Bryan Harris: Hey Jimbo, do us all a favor and don't tell us what you "think", because it's not your strong suit. The Agents of Destiny have shown on a number of occasions why they are a great pairing, and I don't see any way that anybody other than them are going to be holding the gold once it's all said and done in New York City.

Alan Ducard: Based on what we saw here tonight, you would have to assume that The Flying Avengers will factor into the decision somehow, as they nearly got the victory here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: And don't count out H.g.H. Joey Shepard's natural skills could easily help him bring down a championship belt in the ladder match.

Cartwright: What in the hell do you think you're doing?

Hazard: That's everything.

Cartwright: What's everything?

Hazard: In the envelope. Everything you need.

Cartwright: Make yourself plain, son. Everything I need for what?

Hazard: That's every release form you need, that's every bit of insurance information you need, that's a blank check made out to LEGACY for any fines I might accumulate.

Cartwright: I'm not sure I like where this is going. I'm not going to have you going off on some vendetta against Garvin and thinning down this roster by one or more bodies. I know how you feel, you're --

Hazard: WAS GARVIN IN YOUR HOUSE? WAS HE? DID FRANK GARVIN GO INTO YOUR HOUSE AND MAIM HIMSELF IN FRONT OF YOUR FAMILY? BECAUSE IF HE DIDN'T, DON'T TELL ME YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL!

Cartwright: ........you're right. I don't. But all the same, I can't have you doing what I think you're planning on doing. I'll have security escort you out, and we can talk about this later.

Hazard: Security isn't taking me anywhere. I'm going to my hotel. You've followed my career, Cartwright, or you said you did. You should know better than me hunting Garvin backstage.

Cartwright: Then what's all this?

Hazard: That's everything you need for the pay per view to make me and Garvin completely legal. I don't care of LEGACY sanctions it, I don't care what you call it - hardcore, street fight, last man standing, no rules, call it a ballet for all I care. Just provide a ref to ring the bell when it's done and LEGACY is off the hook for everything.

Cartwright: You sure this is the way you want this to go?

Hazard doesn't answer, he just stares at the man.

Cartwright: Okay. I'll see what I can put together for you.

Kidd: You got a minute?

Cade Sydal looks up from the tape he's wrapping around his knuckles and quickly tears it off. He nods his head to Kidd.

Cade Sydal: Sure. What's up?

Kidd rests his cane against the wall outside the locker room and walks into the room.

Kidd: I wanted to apologize for a few weeks back. I was a douchecock, and you were just trying to help. Some things people need to do alone, but over the past year Jessica and Lil' Mikey have taught me that something you can't always do by youself. So I just wanted to say I'm sorry for those things I said, and thank you for having my back in the past.

Cade turns his head sideways to glance at Kidd.

Cade Sydal: Oh, is that all? Don't sweat it. These things happen. No real friend is going to bail out on you because you had a bad day, dude. Water under the bridge.

Kidd: Thanks man, it means a lot. This past year has been tough, and glad to be invovled in the business again, but sometimes your weaknesses blinside you, but that's enough of me rambling you have a match to get ready for. Good luck out there brotha man.

Kidd turns and grabs his cane and walks out.

Bryan Harris: A lot of people have been really harsh in their criticism of Frank Garvin just because of his different antics that they’re not used to…

Jimmy Yates: “Different” is a nice way to put it. “Creepy” is a more appropriate term to use… “socially unacceptable” is another term – and completely fair to use, by the way, since Frank Garvin broke into Hazard’s house earlier this month!

Bryan Harris: As far as I’ve heard, no charges have been pressed in that matter… Maybe Hazard’s family let him in!

Alan Ducard: That situation isn’t relevant here tonight, gentlemen. Tonight, Garvin takes on Katsuro Yoshida – whom we saw make his LEGACY return back at the Fox Sports LEGACY Special a couple weeks ago as he teamed up with Devastation in a makeshift tag match against Matthew Dawson and Osamu Hayashi.

Bryan Harris: That match should’ve never happened, but regardless, let’s just get down to business and see what happens in this match.

Garvin stands in the corner, arms draped to the side, resting on the top ropes. His eyes are wide open as he glares hauntingly at Hazard.

Hazard: I wanted to push your buttons. I wanted to show everybody that I could make you bend, that I could train you to do what I wanted just like any other big, dumb animal. I messed up, though, Frank.

Hazard shifts his weight forward so that his elbows are on his knees and he's looking up at Garvin, who is still standing in the corner motionless.

Hazard: I thought we were going to behave ourselves, Frank. I thought that we were going to conduct business like a couple of men. You beat me, I frustrate you. I beat you, you bleed me. When the time came, we'd bleed each other and one of us would be left standing when the dust settled, then we'd both move on. That's how the game is played, Frank. We confine ourselves to arenas and television cameras. We don't go outside those lines."

The camera looks from behind Garvin, giving us a shot of what he sees. Hazard, sitting in the chair and looking up at him, with what appears to be a tear or two running down his cheek. Behind him, Yoshida stands, with his arms crossed, leaning back against the turnbuckle, unsure of what to do, just knowing not to interrupt.

Hazard: You crossed all of the boundaries, Frank. I don't even know if you realize what you did. It wasn't about wrestling - I don't care that you got 'one up' on me, Frank. Falling behind in our little psychological war? I can live with that. Hell, Frank, what you did wasn't even personal. Personal would have been humiliating me here in front of the world. No, Frank..what you did was go too far. Now when I call home, my son cries when it's time to hang up the phone because he's afraid of what's going to happen when he can't get ahold of daddy. I have to promise my wife that nobody's going to walk through that door that isn't supposed to, only she's not sure I can keep that promise anymore. Do you understand, Frank? Do you understand what this means?"

An uneasy silence fills the arena as Hazard lowers his head and takes the microphone away from his face. There are no chants, no cat calls, no boos, no cheers. Just an awkwardness that is broken very abruptly as Hazard bolts to his feet and stands just inches away from Frank, yelling and spitting as he does.

Hazard: You don't have the first CLUE what it means, Frank. It means you've given me permission to do whatever the hell I want to you. And no matter HOW MUCH you THINK you enjoy pain, I can promise you that you will wish you had never found that address.

His eyes as wide as possible, Garvin begins to smile.

Hazard: You will wish you had never walked through that door. You will wish, Frank, that you had just let me keep my vow of abstinence from all things hardcore. You're going to find out EXACTLY what I'm capable of, and you'll wish to God you didn't know by the time I'm done with you."

Hazard begins inching backwards, and the crowd has begun to come to life, a buzz of excitement filling the air as Hazard picks up the chair once again and folds it up, brandishing it as the professional wrestling world's version of Excalibur. In the blink of an eye, he raises the chair over his head, spins, and brings down a bone chilling, tooth rattling, concussion inducing chairshot to the head of Yoshida, leveling him in the corner.

Hazard: But if you think I'm going to let you get the enjoyment of anybody else inflicting any damage on you before the pay per view...you've not learned a damn thing about me yet. I'm the goddamn One Man Riot, Frank. And the next time you see me...THIS -

Hazard lifts the warped chair over his head

Hazard: …will be my weapon of choice."

Hazard drops the chair in the middle of the ring and exits the ring. When Hazard gets halfway up the ramp, Frank Garvin drops to the mat and exits the ring, never taking his eyes off of Hazard.

Jimmy Yates: A pretty intense message sent by Hazard, and as Frank Garvin watches him head backstage from the bottom of the ramp, you can see a satisfied look on his face.

Alan Ducard: You have to think that when those two guys lock up at Destined for Greatness, both guys are going to get hurt, and the tougher of the two will emerge the victor.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think it’s any secret that Frank Garvin likes the pain, and from what we’ve just seen, I truly believe that Hazard is going to do his best to give Garvin more than he can take. The question in my mind is whether or not Hazard’s frame of mind has changed so much from when he used to be a human pincushion that I don’t think he’s going to be able to take as much as Garvin can dish out.

Jimmy Yates: Everybody knows how much I hate to agree with you, Bryan, but that chairshot from Hazard was probably not the hardest one he’s ever given, because Katsuro is waking up.

Alan Ducard: And he’s… yes, he’s asking for a microphone.

On one knee, Katsuro wipes away a little blood that is starting to trickle from the spot on his head where the chairshot connected. Taking a microphone from Josephina Colbert, Yoshida forces himself up to his feet, and then he wanders over and leans on the ropes.

Katsuro Yoshida: Hayashi…

He shakes his head slightly, trying to rid the effects of the chairshot, and then he continues.

Katsuro Yoshida: HAYASHI!! GET. OUT. HERE. NOW!

Lowering the microphone, Katsuro just waits, wiping away a little more blood.

Bryan Harris: Katsuro has a lot of nerve calling out Osamu Hayashi – who might not even be here tonight!

Raising the microphone again, Katsuro is tired of waiting.

Katsuro Yoshida: OSAMU! You are back there, I know it…

Japanese techno begins playing over the PA system, and a smirking Osamu Hayashi walks out through the curtain, holding a microphone in his hand. Halfway down the ramp, Hayashi stops, and the music fades under.

Osamu Hayashi: I know what this is about, Katsuro. Every time you are here, you ask for a rematch with me, but that will not happen. The Agents of Destiny helped me to get a new contact with LEGACY, and in that contract, it states that I don’t have to wrestle you if I do not want to. And I don’t. So that means I won’t be facing you in a LEGACY ring.

Osamu smirks, and then a grin begins to form on Katsuro’s face.

Katsuro Yoshida: Your contract sounds similar to my contract extension. And just like my contract, I’m sure yours had a LEGACY International provision.

Slowly, Osamu starts nodding his head, but the nodding slows down and the smirk fades from Hayashi’s face.

Katsuro Yoshida: Let me tell you how this goes, Osamu, since you are not smart enough to know what it means. It means that you and I can fight and will fight and it is going to happen in LEGACY International. The contract is written, the even is upcoming. Unless you are afraid that this time I will humiliate you. That is what everyone else is predicting will happen. You have heard the rumors. You know they think you are a fraud. You know they think you are inferior to me, and that our last match was a fluke. Do you believe that?

The camera again shows Osamu Hayashi, his eyes narrowing, his brow coming to a point, obviously angered. He slowly raises the microphone.

Osamu Hayashi: I am not a fluke. The Agents of Destiny know I am not a fluke, and that is all that…

Katsuro Yoshida: The match – YES or NO!

Taking a second, Osamu breathes and considers it.

Osamu Hayashi: The answer… Yes. YES! Fine!

Frustrated, that’s all the answer Osamu can give. Katsuro takes a step back and bows slightly. They say the deeper the bow, the more respect is shown, whih must be why Yoshida only dips a half foot. His traditional Japanese music plays, and an increasingly frustrated Osamu walks backwards up the ramp.

Kenji is a bloody mess standing on the top turnbuckle, below him Azraith DeMitri is laid out on a table, under the table sit four ominously placed explosive pads. The cheers of the crowd pump loud as Kenji takes a deep breath through his crimson stained mouth and leaps off the top turnbuckle flipping backwards into a shooting star press!

The moments in the air seem like a lifetime, as Kenji rotates to spot the landing he is just in time to see Azraith slither off the table just in time. Kenji’s body goes crashing through the table, splinters flying everywhere followed by a thundering BOOM as the explosive pads explode into the raw skin on Kenji’s already bloody back.

The broadcast then switches over to an interview position where road agent Patrick Kidd is sitting on a chair in front a burgundy backdrop.

Kidd: You want to know about Kenji Yamada? You know... I had a long detailed diatribe planned out to explain to everyone that Kenji Yamada is the devil... but I don't think words can explain it well enough.

Kidd stands up and shrugs off his jacket and tosses it behind him. He lifts up his right hand and moves it towards the camera. He curls his hand up into a fist but the pinkie finger only bends about half way. Kidd points to the half bent finger.

Kidd: You see that, that's Kenji Yamada.

Kidd reaches down and shimmies up his left pant leg to the knee. We see some minor burn scars from the infamous Baptism by Fire match between Kidd and Dropkick Murphy then we see a long jagged scar across the shin. Kidd runs a finger along the jagged scar.

Kidd: That jagged trail is Kenji Yamda.

Kidd pulls his pant leg down, but doesn't look up, he just tilts his head to the side a little and we see a dent in the back of his forehead were no hair is growing. The scalp tissue is scarred over where a decent size chunk had once been removed.

Kidd: That missing chunk of flesh is Kenji Yamada.

Kidd stands up and unbuttons his shirt and flings it aside. We see over a decades worth of scars, but for the first time we see all the burn scars from the night Kidd's career was ended. Even after the multiple skin graphs the burns scars a re pretty prominent on Kidd's chest, and they can also be seen on his back when he turns around. Amongst the burn scars we see many other random scars, but between Kidd's shoulder blades we see multiple scarred lash marks, presumably from a Kendo stick.

Kidd: Those gashes are Kenji Yamada.

Kidd turns around and looks at the camera,.

Kidd: My thoughts on Kenji Yamada? Congratulations Mr. Belote, you just unleashed hell upon Legacy.

Kidd pushes the chair out of the way and walks off. The footage then switches over to more old footage.

Kenji wraps Ledge’s arm around his own neck and heaves him onto his shoulders and slams him down into the canvas with a modified Michinoku Driver that Kenji calls the Onifuusha Hurricane Driver!

Ledge is motionless, but Kenji waves a finger showing he isn’t done just yet! Kenji lifts Ledge to his feet again and slams him back down to the canvas with another Onifuusha Hurricane Driver!

Kenji shakes his head yet again, and one more time Kenji lifts Ledge to his feet and slams Ledge’s head into the canvas with another Hurricane Driver! Kenji now drags Ledge to the bottom rope and uses his foot to choke Ledge on the bottom rope!

The broadcast shows Andrew Kelley standing in front of Ledge with a microphone extended towards him. The question has been asked, and Ledge looks slightly pissed he even has to give a response.

Ledge: No f**king comment.

The broadcast switches back to the black and white footage where we watch as Kenji lifts Ledge’s head to the big screen where an image of his wife’s last moment of life flickers on as Kenji mocks Ledge while choking him on the bottom rope!

TMB: So, even in these little moments of peace I must deal with you lovely camera crew people. But that’s quite fine, because I was planning on seeking you guys out anyway. You see since stating my existence here in Legacy, everyone has asked me will I take up a more focus direction or will I stalk around in the shadows like a nightmare waiting for a opening.

TMB fully stands up so you can see exactly the monster like size of the Legacy star.

TMB: I’ve been very nice up til this point. I’ve been patient. Hell, the last show I was on, I gave you all something to go and babble on the internet about. Yet, I’m not booked in a Televised match on the show… and I’m yet to be booked for the PPV. But I get it, Rob… I understand Front Office… you’re afraid. You’re afraid of what I will do if you shine too much light on me. If you give me a wider door to walk through, you’re scared that once I’m in….there will be no stopping me. So you go and you push your little stars like Adam Davis, Jester Smiles and Kenji Yamada as if they were something big.

A smile slowly creeps across TMB’s face.

TMB: You seem to forget that before SHOOT closed its doors I was on the edge of taking my rightful spot as one of its top talents. When I came to this company, you were suppose to open the floodgates and watch me change the face of this company. Heh, but just like OPW, you have survived so long off the old boy system that when something better comes along, you don’t know what to do. So I’m going to make the job a lot easier for you.

TMB grabs the camera man and pulls him in closer.

TMB: Before, I was planning on going out to the ring and tell people, I’m going to invade the No Limits ranks and destroy whoever is holding the title when… and I do mean when, I get my title shot. But now… you will not be that lucky. No I will not slide peacefully into place on your puzzle board. Now I’m going to force you to give me what is mine…MY TIME!!!!

TMB: You don’t want to give my talent what is needed to grow, then I shall force you to. You don’t want to book me and allow me to bring my brand of violence to the fans, then I shall SHOW you the talent that you seek to hold down until you are ready. Now, nobody will be ready…

At the split second, TMB quickly grabs the camera man and slams his face into the lockers in front of him with a sickening thud. The camera drops to the floor and you can hear the two other men in the crew try to scatter, but it is all for not, as they too, feel the wraith of TMB. Suddenly a bruised face drops in front of the lens. From above the face you can hear TMB say…

TMB: And nobody is safe….

At that moment TMB slams his foot down on to the camera causing the live feed to change into static.

Jimmy Yates: It does feature two former ToV Champions. Cade Sydal as Strong Style Dragon had a memorable run as the ToV Champion, not to mention he also won the Sky High Cup the LEGACY featured tournament prior to the Hawkins Memorial Tournament. Cade is looking to get back to the heights of the business …

Bryan Harris: But to do that he’d have to get past The Highlight of the Night who truly is the future of this business. He’s a former ToV Champion, and the fact that he still does not have that belt is a crime – a crime against nature if you consider Laura Seton is the Champion now.

Jimmy Yates: You never will give her any credit will you?

Bryan Harris: Not while Dawson’s waist has no gold Jimbo. Cade Sydal is a great athlete in his own right, but Dawson is young, hungry, and ready for success.

Alan Ducard: This is shaping up to be a great one, so let’s get to that footage.

Speed.

And more speed.

Speed has been the theme of the match for Cade Sydal, and now is no exception. Sydal flies at The Highlight of the Night, twisting through the air and colliding with a huge back elbow smash to the jaw as both men go down to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: There’s another one of Cade’s quick hits in the match. He’s using that speed and that striking ability to wear down Dawson.

Bryan Harris: He can try to wear him down Jimbo, but Dawson is in “Elite” physical condition. Cade had been pray that one of those quick hits you’re speaking of can catch Dawson off guard for the three count.

Alan Ducard: Sydal is quickly back to his feet, and he comes off the ropes, and there’s a front drop kick to Dawson on his knees, sending him right back down to the canvas. Sydal moves quickly to Dawson, measures him, and delivers a STANDING SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Jimmy Yates: Bryan, you go on at length about Dawson as an athlete – but that was an amazing move from Cade!

Alan Ducard: Sydal now hooking the legs for the cover!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO!

Sydal doesn’t pick up the victory, but he’s already back on the offensive with a multiple kicks to the ribs and one to the head, keeping Dawson at bay. Sydal sizing Dawson up and he leaps up, taking Dawson over into the hurricanrana but … no! Dawson using that nearly sixty-pound weight advantage halts Cade!

Dawson whips Cade up as if to go for the powerbomb, but instead of sending him back down, he reaches up around Cade’s head, pulling it down and compressing Cade’s body which he then tosses away over his shoulder, sending Sydal head first into the canvas!

Jimmy Yates: WOW what a move! Dawson just compressed Cade like an accordion and dropped him on his head!

Bryan Harris: The tide has turned kiddies, the tide has turned.

Alan Ducard: Indeed gents, as Cade is on the canvas still clutching his head, and Dawson is taking a moment along the ropes to catch his breath and decide on his next course of violent action.

Dawson wipes some sweat from his brow and then moves in with a series of stomps on Cade, moving between head and ribs as Cade tries to cover up. Finally, he pulls Sydal to his feet, only to pull him in and drive him down to the canvas with a short-arm clothesline that almost folds Cade in half.

Alan Ducard: This is a more powerful style that we are used to seeing from Dawson, as he is usually the one relying on his speed and that more athletic style against guys like Devastation, Hazard, and Gryffin Anselm.

Bryan Harris: That just goes to show Dawson’s all-around superior abilities, which should be showcased in the Hawkins finals.

Jimmy Yates: I think the fans are pulling for a Cade Sydal, Jester Smiles final there Bry.

Bryan Harris: Well the fans in Philadelphia aren’t exactly known for being of great intellect Jimbo.

The Highlight of the Night pulls Cade back up to his feet, and then lifts up, and drives him on his knee with the inverted atomic drop, and quickly hooks and spikes down, taking Cade vertical to finish off his trademark combination.

Alan Ducard: We’ve seen that deadly combination from Dawson before, and now he’s making the cover!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO!

Jimmy Yates: Great fortitude shown by Cade to kick out of that one, Alan. Cade went vertical on that DDT. To recover from that was a hell of an effort.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think Cade made it Jimbo, and neither does Dawson. He’s giving Ross Quattro an earful right now.

Dawson hurls a few insults at Ross about being slow, and he turns his attention back to Cade, who has regained a vertical base, and fires off a stiff kick, catching Dawson in the midsection. Cade quickly strikes with an elbow down on the back of the neck, and then drops, driving his palm up into Dawson’s face, knocking him off his feet.

Alan Ducard: It looks like arguing with the official has cost Dawson here, as Sydal has him off his feet, and now he’s sizing Dawson up, there’s the leap to the shoulders, the spin, and he flips Dawson into the hurricanrana pin!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO!

Jimmy Yates: I thought Cade had him, he was so close to moving on to the finals!

Bryan Harris: Close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades there Jimbo.

As Dawson kicks out, he pushes Cade away, and as Dawson regains his footing, Cade steps, plants and flips back at Dawson with a Pele kick, but at the last moment, Dawson dodges, and Cade lands on the canvas as the crowd boos Dawson’s dodge. Cade pushes himself to his feet, only for Dawson to grab him and send him to the ropes, catching him on the rebound with an Exploder suplex!

Alan Ducard: A big exploder suplex following that dodge and that suplex has the crowd booing again! They truly are not happy here tonight when Dawson is in control of this match.

Jimmy Yates: There’s nothing to like about Dawson at all Alan, and after the comments Dawson made this week about Cade and his family, I’m sure they’re hoping for Cade to put his boot through Dawson’s face.

Dawson looks out to the jeering Philly crowd, and he proceeds to bow, taunting them before heading back to the center of the ring to Cade. He pulls Cade up by his mohawk to add a little more insult to injury as the fans turn their boos into a “Let’s Go Cade” chant. Dawson smirks as he pulls Cade into a standing headscissors, and proceeds to lift Cade up and powerbomb him, following Cade down into a seated position and the pin.

Alan Ducard: Dawson with the pin!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Again Cade gets the shoulder off the canvas as this crowd rejoices.

Jimmy Yates: Dawson is irate with Ross Quattro, and that “Let’s Go Cade” chant is getting even louder.

Alan Ducard: The Highlight of the Night is right up in Ross Quattro’s face now, and he turns back to Cade, and he blocks Cade’s punch, and hammers him with a right hand of his own. Sydal is staggered, and Dawson with the Irish whip to the buckles, following quickly behind!

As Cade hits the buckles, he gets his foot on the second turnbuckle, and turns as Dawson charges in at him. This motion causes their head to collide, the force of which sends Dawson to the canvas, and Cade spills through the ropes to the apron.

Alan Ducard: That was a sickening crack of skulls there gents – and I don’t think either man absorbed that shot well. Both of them are down, and we might have some serious injuries.

Jimmy Yates: The official isn’t going for the count here Alan, I think he wants to give these guys a chance to recover before having this match end on any sort of “count out” type decision.

The crowd cheers for Cade, willing him to get up, and he begins to stir, but perhaps feeding off of the negativity of the crowd, Dawson begins to stir as well.

Alan Ducard: That seems to be a wise choice by Quattro here gents as both men are starting to get back to their feet, but both of them are still holding their heads. Dawson now coming at Sydal, but Sydal hits the shoulder through the ropes, and Dawson staggers back. Sydal … SPRINGBOARD INTO A SPINNING WHEEL KICK! DAWSON IS OUT!

Dawson is sprawled out on the canvas with the impact, and Cade, still holding his head, scrambles to make the cover as quickly as he can.

Alan Ducard: Cade makes the cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE – NO!

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe it! Cade had him. Cade had him beat!

Bryan Harris: Maybe you underestimated The Highlight of the Night there Jimbo.

Alan Ducard: Sydal didn’t get the pin, but he did regain control of the contest. He’s got Dawson in his sights, an there’s a kick to the ribs, and he pulls The Highlight of the Night to his feet. Big chop from Sydal, and there’s another, and another! Dawson falls back into the ropes, and Sydal leaps, hooks, and flips Dawson over with a monkey flip!

Jimmy Yates: Cade is really showing off that rare combination of speed and aerial skill combined with some excellent strikes.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah Jimbo – we get it, he’s good – but I for one think Dawson is BETTER.

Following the monkey flip, Cade gets a running start, and comes at Dawson full force with an elbow strike that knocks Dawson back once again into the ropes, leaving him open for more attacks. Cade fires off a kick to each thigh, and then as Dawson bends slightly, rocks him in the head with a shot from the knee. Cade grabs the arm, twists, and drives the elbow into the back of Dawson’s head. Cade then quickly twists under the arm, hooking The Highlight of the Night and …

Alan Ducard: Cade rolls Dawson up with the small package pin! Dawson’s shoulders are down!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO!

Dawson rolls it over!

ONE

TWO

TH-NO!

Cade rolls it over again!

ONE

TWO

THE-NO!

The Highlight of the Night kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: Cade is up, and he steps up and … PELE KICK! He connects flush, and Dawson crashes back into that corner! Here’s Cade’s chance to take to the sky.

Bryan Harris: Or crash and burn.

Alan Ducard: Sydal is looking at Dawson on the canvas, and now to the turnbuckles. He is ascending the buckles, and the fans are on their feet what he will be attempting here. Sydal now on the top buckle, signals, and … THE 469 2K9! CADE CONNECTS WITH THE SHOOTING STAR 450 SPLASH! He’s hooked the leg on Dawson, and this crowd is counting along with Ross Quattro!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Bryan Harris: He really does find a way to keep kicking out now doesn’t he – that is the heart of The Elite.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, a guy who cheats at every turn – that’s heart.

Bryan Harris: He hasn’t cheated here tonight Jimbo, and if he does – so what? All’s fair in love and war.

The crowd boos Dawson’s kick-out as Cade pushes himself back to his feet, and drives a boot down into Dawson’s head, and then another before pulling Dawson up in the corner. Cade grabs The Highlight of the Night by the head, hooking him, and looks for what presumably is a tornado DDT off the buckles. However, Dawson hooks him, and flips him back off the buckles …

Adam Ducard: DAWSON WITH THE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX OFF THE BUCKLES!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO!

Sydal gets the shoulder up, but Dawson has taken control of the match. Dawson pulls Cade up into the double underhook, and there’s a double underhook backbreaker, and Dawson having targeted the spine, now grabs the legs, and he’s turning Sydal over into the Boston crab!

Bryan Harris: Speed doesn’t do you much good in a hold like this Jimbo.

Dawson cinches the hold on tighter and tighter, bearing down on Cade as he tries to push up on the canvas to try and claw his way towards the ropes. The crowd senses Cade is in a serious predicament and responds in kind, chanting for him to free himself. Dawson torques Cade’s back more with each passing second, and orders Quattro to ask Cade if he submits, to which Cade responds with an emphatic “NO” as he pulls himself towards the ropes.

Alan Ducard: We really haven’t seen Dawson use much of that submission hold repertoire here in LEGACY, but a submission hold is just what he needs here to nullify that speed advantage Sydal possesses. Quattro has been periodically checking for the submission, but Cade has thus far refused and is making slow but steady progress to the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: These fans are willing him on here Alan – they don’t want to see him lose to Dawson here, let alone submit to him.

Bryan Harris: There’s no shame in losing to the Elite there Jimbo.

Cade continues fighting and finally with one last effort, he reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. Quattro admonishes Dawson to release the hold, and finally starts making his count which Dawson conveniently breaks at the count of four, which receives another hearty round of boos from the Philly faithful. Dawson pulls Cade up and takes him back up and over with the belly to back suplex, driving him right down on the injured back.

Alan Ducard: Sydal is free, but he’s paying for it. That spine has taken a beating here tonight, and now Dawson is eyeing up the buckles, looking to slam Sydal hard into the buckles, and … he sends Syudal off with the Irish whip and Dawson meets him with a clothesline, crushing him in the corner! Dawson hooks the arm, heaves him up for a suplex and – no! Sydal slips down the back, and takes Dawson down with the neckbreaker reversal!

Cade goes outside the ring, and uses the ropes to flip himself from the outside to the inside and hits a rolling senton splash on Dawson. Cade starts building momentum then, coming off the ropes, and catching Dawson with a headscissors, and flips him back down to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: He’s really feeling it now guys, and Cade with the dropkick, and it knocks Dawson back into the buckles! You know what time it is …

Bryan Harris: What a disgusting name … ugh …

Alan Ducard: Cade is going to attempt SWYG – Cade is headed across the pond as it were, and here we go …

Cade takes off for Dawson, but at the last moment, Dawson pulls the official into Cade’s path, and Cade collides with Ross Quattro, sending both men to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: NO! That was entirely unnecessary!

Bryan Harris: Unnecessary? Quattro’s drunk – have you seen his slow counts on Dawson pin attempts. He just staggered right into Cade.

Jimmy Yates: Seriously, just stop it.

Alan Ducard: The official is down, Cade is down, and Dawson now moves out of the corner to Cade, and slams him face first into the turnbuckles, LUNGBLOWER! Dawson drives the knees into Cade’s spine.

Dawson looks entirely pleased with himself, and he pulls Cade to his feet, and sends him off on the Irish whip. Cade tries to take to the air on the rebound, but the latest attack slows him, and he lands right into Dawson’s grasp, who upon catching him, flips him back over and drives him down into the canvas with a moonsault slam – a standing variation on The Ultimate Highlight.

Bryan Harris: AN ULTIMATE HIGHLIGHT VARIANT! He did it standing in the middle of the ring – what an athletic specimen!

Alan Ducard: It was impressive, but that’s usually a top rope move for Dawson to finish his opponent.

Bryan Harris: Bah … Cade is DONE!

Alan Ducard: Ross Quattro is starting to stir, and Dawson now looks down at a prone Sydal. Dawson with that wicked smile on his face turns and exits the ring here, and … he’s going for a steel chair!

Jimmy Yates: He’s going to cheat again!

Bryan Harris: It’s only cheating if you get caught Jimbo.

Alan Ducard: Dawson has that steel and he has bad intentions with Cade still down!

Dawson stops and laughs happily at the situation, raising the chair up to the crowd who let out a huge “You Suck” chant before Dawson turns to enter the ring. However, as he steps in the ring, the chair stays outside! Dawson turns to see Devastation standing outside the ring, grabbing hold of the steel! Devastation shakes his head to say “No Way’ and yanks hard, pulling the steel from Dawson who angrily lashes out at Devastation to no avail.

Jimmy Yates: Devastation is here, and he denies Dawson from doing what he’s done this whole tournament. If Dawson is going to advance he’s going to do it the right way.

Alan Ducard: Dawson with a look of death for Devastation, but he turns his attention back to his opponent, and he pulls Sydal up and there’s a big right hand, and another, and another, and a vicious chop. Dawson with a kick, and he has Sydal back to the ropes, Dawson with the Irish whip. Cade on the rebound, and Dawson goes low. Cade ROLLS OVER HIS BACK, GOES UP THE ROPES, SPRINGS OFF AND HITS A DDT ON DAWSON!

Jimmy Yates: WHAT A MOVE! CADE FLAT OUT MANEUVERED HIM! CADE IS GOING FOR IT …

Bryan Harris: I can’t watch this …

Alan Ducard: NINJAGUIRI! SYDAL DROPS DAWSON! THE COVER!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner and Hawkins Tournament Finalist! CADE SYDAAAAAAAAAAAAL!

The crowd roars in approval of Josephina’s announcement, and Cade stands triumphant, hand raised in victory.

Jimmy Yates: Cade wins, and I say it was well deserved – and this crowd definitely agrees.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah, Jimbo – just look at Devastation out there clapping for Cade – I’m sure he’s proud of himself.

Alan Ducard: He should be, he kept this a fair, honorable contest of which Cade Sydal is the winner. We have one more match tonight to determine who Cade will be facing in the finals match – will it be Jester Smiles or Adam Davis – stay tuned!

Madison: I can't believe the summer's almost over.

Laura: Yeah, really. (she has a sip) How's it gone for you?

Madison gets a giddy smile

Madison: Awesome! This is easily the best one of my life.

Laura gets a proud smile

Laura: Good, that's what I was hoping for.

Madison: Seriously, I can't thank you enough for this. It's been SO cool hanging around the Lynx and the superstars here.

Laura finishes another gulp of water

Laura: Which reminds me...(she puts the bottle down next to Maddie)...you going to join me out there tonight?

Madison: (excitedly) I CAN!!??

Laura: Sure. This is the last STRIFE before you go back to Oshkosh, I think you deserve to be at ringside.

Madison: Sweet!

Laura: I'm thinking of letting you come to DFG as well and hang out in New York—

Madison's face lights up, but Laura continues before Madison can say/do anything

Laura: But there's one condition. Behave tonight.

Madison: Me?? What have I done?

Laura: To start with, you've disrespected Justin.

Madison: HOW!? He disrespected YOU.

Laura: That doesn't give you the right to act like you have.

Madison: (angrily) Bullsh*t! He comes and talks trash to you for no provoked reason; if he acts like that to you, he deserves to have it back. Eye for an eye.

Laura: He's had a rough time of late.

Madison: He's better off focusing on himself than that whatever-it-is he calls a wife...

Laura: Madison—

Madison: Just let nature take it's course on her.

Laura: MADISON!!

Madison: It's the truth. It says it right there on our high school, “The truth shall set you free.” That's how we've been raised. So why are you yelling at me now?

Laura: How dare you say something like that. You can't wish death upon someone.

Madison: In her case it'd be better—

Laura: MADISON MEGXETTE!

Madison: (sarcastically) Laura Elizabeth!

Laura: What's your damage?

Madison: What's YOUR damage??

Laura: You can't just go up to other wrestlers and start talking like you have.

Madison: I can stick up for myself.

Laura gives a big breath of laughter

Laura: Not here!

Madison: Why not?

Laura: You're still a teenager and you aren't big enough.

Madison: Like your story was any different 10 years ago.

Laura: This is the big leagues, not something smaller from back then. You're going to get seriously hurt. If you talk, they WILL listen and you WILL get decked. Or me--they certainly won't be afraid to take me out.

Madison: Not to mention there's some jack*ss putting you in matches you're better than.

Laura: That was a stupid thing too, going into Cartwright's office.

Madison: You're the one who's bitched about having shit the past year but yet you never actively do anything...

Laura: LISTEN TO ME!!!

There's a moment of silence as Madison gets a look surprise, never expecting that reaction from her sister as Laura takes a deep breath, recomposing herself

Laura: Look, just behave, okay?

There's another short silence before Madison speaks quietly

Madison: Sorry. I'm just letting all this go to my head. I'm just not used to seeing you degraded. I'll be more careful. I'm sorry.

Zooming out to reveal the rest of the scene, Allen Franks and Mostafa Bashir stand waiting, watching something off camera. They are wearing their signature shirts, which have a capital "I" on them, with a superscript "2", as if to say "squared". There is a marked change in Allen Franks' visage as a noise is heard behind the camera, and trucking around to show more of the scene, the two members of ANARCHY come through the corridor, half giving any attention to anything else.

Allen Franks: You don't even have the decency to look us in the eyes, do you?!

Arch Angel hears Allen's comments and he slows up and stops a few feet away. Not paying attention, T.Rex bumps into the back of his tag team partner.

T.Rex: Dude?! What. The F-

T.Rex trails off and follows Angels stare to the two members of International Incident.

Allen Franks: It's obvious that you guys think we're just a joke and that we don't matter, but you DO have to treat us with respect!

T.Rex smirks, feigning confusion.

T.Rex: I think the popcorn vendor is talking to us.

Angel stares down Franks.

Arch Angel: I don't have any idea what you're talking about, kid.

Allen Franks: FOX Sports! The LEGACY Special! We had a match, and the two of you interrupted it and cost us a chance at winning that match!

Mostafa Bashir: And we won't stand for it. That is what we are talking about.

Arch Angel: You really think you would have won that match?

Allen Franks: Just because you don't think we're a good tag team, that doesn't mean we don't deserve a chance to find out!

Arch Angel looks down at International Incident's boots.

Arch Angel: Just cuz you two have matching boots doesn't mean you're a good tag team... and wouldn't have won that match for you. Just like it won't win you your next match.

Mostafa Bashir: We are prepared to fight you TONIGHT!

T.Rex: Good for you Bashy. You guys walk around in your wrestling gear and hope someone flakes out and you can get plugged into their spot last minute... But dat ain't how Anarchy rolls. If you want a match? We can do dat. Just not tonight.

Arch Angel: However... if you boys want a FIGHT? Well we can oblige you right now. So if you're feeling lucky? Why don't you march those pretty lil' boots over here and see what its like to "Man Up" in our faces?

Allen Franks: As fun as that would be? I think a better idea would be to have a match at Destined for Greatness, that way you two can’t claim you didn’t have enough time to train to face us… and it will give us a chance to show that we can get things done on the big stage. You’re going to find out that I’ve come a long way since I faced you guys a year ago at Glimmer of Hope, and you’re also going to see that The Beast from Kandahar is a much more formidable opponent than Jerry Starr… ‘cause he’s a hell of a lot better as a partner.

Taking a step forward, Mostafa Bashir breathes out through his nose like a bull about to charge. T.Rex smirks at this.

T.Rex: Alright... we'll see you's two at "destined for an ass whippin'". And the world can see that matching tights and boots don't make a formidable team. Being two large clobberin' machines who don't take no guff from foreigners... DOES!

Arch Angel and T.Rex share a cocky chuckle and laugh and head off.

Jimmy Yates: During a match between Chris Turner and Crazy Boy, Ethan Leers showed up at ringside and used a chair to flatten both of the legal men in the match. Being a No Limits match, the contest continued even after the interference.

Bryan Harris: That’s what’s so great about the No Limits division, Jimbo. Sometimes you get unexpected hurdles to overcome.

Alan Ducard: Not only was there the initial set of chairshots to overcome, but late in the match, Ethan Leers nearly interfered again, but Damien Black showed up at ringside and put a stop to it.

Jimmy Yates: Given Damien Black’s history with Chris Turner, and the fact that Crazy Boy is the one who took the No Limits championship from Damien Black, I’m not entirely sure why Black showed up at ringside, but he did, and as we found out a couple weeks ago at the Fox Sports LEGACY Special, Ethan Leers was none too happy at Damien’s involvement.

Bryan Harris: Well now we’ve got this match all set up, and given the nature of the two guys involved, it should be pretty intense.

Alan Ducard: LEGACY showing it’s more…vocal fans right now.

Bryan Harris: That’s not LEGACY fans. That’s a different breed. A smarter breed. That’s the cult.

Jimmy Yates: Are you in the cult, Bryan?

Bryan Harris: I don’t have enough piercings.

Ethan makes his way out of the ring and over to the chair. He lifts it up and drops the edge HARD onto the stomach of Damien Black. Black clutches his stomach and rolls over to his back, which allows Ethan to drop the edge of the chair right onto Black’s SPINE!

Jimmy Yates: We saw Black dominate Leers with the pure power and size advantage earlier, but now that Leers has found a great equalizer, this match is looking to be all Ethan.

Bryan Harris: Ethan can take on any opponent of any size. Period. This man IS the future of the No Limits Division.

Ethan drops the chair and begins to stomp on Black’s back. The referee begs for Ethan to bring it back to the ring, but he’s powerless to do anything. Ethan continues to stomp down for a few more moments before lifting Black up and slamming him, face first, into the ring apron. Ethan then moves Black a couple of feet and slams him again. Another couple of feet, and Ethan drives Black’s head into the ring post! Black goes to one knee, and Ethan drops Black’s face into the steel steps!

Alan Ducard: Vicious assault by Ethan Leers here. Not looking good for Black.

Ethan grabs Black, punches him in the back of the head, and then rolls him back in the ring. He then digs under the ring for a weapon and comes up with a wrench! Ethan rolls into the ring and SLAMS Black in the back with the wrench. Black rolls on the ground in pain as Ethan drives the wrench into his stomach! Ethan grabs a hold of Black’s head and pulls Damien to his knees before driving the tip of the wrench into Black’s forehead! Black falls to the ground, seemingly unconscious, bleeding from the forehead. Ethan drops for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NO! Black gets the shoulder up. Ethan spits on Black as he stands up, lifting a very woozy and dazed black back to his feet. Ethan drags Black over to the turnbuckle and shoves him into the corner. He then goes to the center of the ring, grabs the wrench, and dashes a Black, throwing his legs through the ropes and slamming Damien in the face with his forearm, with the wrench in between Damien’s face and Leers’ forearm!

Bryan Harris: BRUTAL!

Jimmy Yates: That hurt me just looking at it.

Ethan falls to the side clutching his forearm and laughing. Damien, meanwhile, just falls forward, not moving. Ethan rolls Black over and pins again.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! Black has his foot on the rope! Ethan begins to curse up a storm, slamming his fist into Black’s mask. However, out of nowhere, Black grabs Ethan by the head and delivers a VICIOUS head butt to the bridge of Ethan’s nose! Ethan crumbles, clutching his nose, as Black rolls to the outside. The fans cheer happily for this.

Alan Ducard: How is Damien Black still conscious?

Damien gets to his feet on the outside whilst Ethan still clutches his nose. Damien goes over to the announce table and grabs his chain.

Jimmy Yates: Damien taking the chain he left here at the start, and I think he has some wicked intentions with that.

Bryan Harris: Nah, ya think?

Damien wraps the chain around his fist before sliding in the ring. Ethan is on his feet, but his back is to Damien. His nose is bleeding slightly, and Ethan is still trying to shake the cobwebs off from the head butt. Damien grabs Ethan by the shoulder, turns him around, and SLAMS Ethan in the face with a chain wrapped punch! Ethan drops like a sack of potatoes, much to the joy of the fans. Damien grabs Ethan’s jersey and pulls him to the ropes. Damien prompts Ethan up on the ropes with Ethan’s back facing Damien. Damien lifts Ethan’s jersey over his head and unwraps the chain. Damien then pulls back and WHIPS Ethan across the back with the chain. Ethan begins to bleed from the back as the fans cheer!

Alan Ducard: OW OW OW OW!

Bryan Harris: Ethan’s bleeding BAD from that!

Damien tries to whip Ethan again, but Ethan slides out of the ring. He gets on his feet and begins to back track, flipping off Damien as he goes, making it clear that he has no desire to keep fighting. The fans boo, but then begin to cheer as, waiting at the top of the ramp for Ethan is none other than the No Limits Champion, Crazyboy!

Jimmy Yates: Not gonna be that easy, Ethan.

Before Ethan even knows what’s happening, CB dashes forward, grabs Ethan by the shirt, and runs him to the ring, throwing him into the ring. Damien Black gives Ethan ANOTHER whip across the back, and then lifts him up! Damien places Ethan in the standing head scissors and does a cutthroat motion, which makes the fans cheer loudly. Damien then DROPS Ethan with the Pedigree!

Alan Ducard: EXCOMMUNICATOR!

Jimmy Yates: And this one is OVER!

Damien pins!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…DAMIEN BLACK!

Crazyboy gets in the ring and offers his hand to Black, but Black shoves the hand away, pointing at CB’s belt.

Bryan Harris: WAY TO GO CRAZYBOY! Good job helping a guy who just wants your title.

Jimmy Yates: Damien Black making it VERY clear what he wants out of CB.

Alan Ducard: Black wants his title back.

Kenji has managed to retreat to the very edge of the top entrance ramp. It is there that he finally stands up, with his back to the very edge of the almost 5 foot free fall drop from the ramp. He stares Dillinger down and Dillinger simply stareds back, grinning through a crimson mask.)

Kenji takes one step forward and lashes a punch at Dillinger. Dillinger retaliates with a punch to Kenji. Both men’s fist collide with bloody flesh as the continue to punch each other and rock each other. Kenji, however, begins to teeter on the very edge! He flails his arms to try and keep his balance and manages to step forward one step to remain planted on the ramp as the fans “Oooh”. Dillinger tries to clothesline Kenji off the ramp…but Kenji ducks the clothesline! Dillinger is teetering on the edge now! Kenji lurches forward with a superkick…Dillinger ducks and lifts Kenji onto his shoulders! The fans are on the very edge of their seats as Dillinger looks ready to finish Kenji off, Dillinger is shifting his weight and looks ready to connect with the Broken Glass…Kenji wriggles free and in the process grabs Dillinger’s arm as he slips behind Dillinger! Kenji wraps the arm around Dillinger’s neck and lifts him onto his shoulders!

The fans are going absolutely crazy as Kenji takes three good steps backwards and with a running start, and with Dillinger on his shoulders, leaps off the edge of the ramp and, something the fans have never seen from Kenji, as he floated Dillinger over into a modified Tiger Driver ’91! Dillinger and Kenji spill onto the concrete floor after what seemed to be an eternity in the air! A loud and disturbing thud echoes through the arena.

The broadcast then switches to a shot of Jester Smiles sitting in front of a burgundy background.

Jester Smiles: Kenji Yamada in LEGACY...man, if you ask me, that means bad things. This dude is a whole new level of evil. I mean, legit, scary evil.

After a brief moment of reflection on events pats, Jester continues.

Jester Smiles: I don't mind getting in the ring with just about anyone, and I gotta say, I hate getting in the ring with Kenji. He's scary, he's vicious, and he's outrageously good. Man, I hope he's not the same guy I remember, or we're all in for a horrible time.

As the image of Jester Smiles fades, another piece of black and white footage begins to fade in.

Kenji stands at the top of the catwalk high above the crowd in the arena and next to him is Azraith’s wife, Victoria DeMitri with a noose tied around her neck. Azraith is frantically trying to climb to where Kenji has his wife, the crowd cheering and hungry to see Victoria get what is coming to her for aiding Azraith in hanging Kenji’s child. A malicious smile crosses Kenji’s face as he spots Azraith, Kenji’s eyes light up as he puts the microphone to his lips.

Kenji: Pleasant…f**king…dreams.

With that said Kenji pushes Victoria off the catwalk, her body freefalls for a moment before whiplashing her forward. Victoria wriggles and squirms trying to breath but even if she did break free the fall was at least 50 feet. As Victoria turned a lighter shade of blue Kenji simply reached his hands up high as if trying to reach the heavens, while Azraith stared on in shock as he watched his wife slowly fade away.

Standing solemnly in the backstage area, Greyson Blade stares blankly at the microphone in front of him.

“Kenji Yamada”.

The Outlaw shakes his head and purses his lips in a pensive moment.

“Obsession.”

“I have met very few fighters, if anyone in this business more driven
than Kenji Yamada.”

“Case closed.”

Bryan Harris: Whoever had a hand in getting this match booked should be praised. John Thomas is going to get more of an opportunity to show just how great he is and prove that he has Greyson Blade’s number… and Justin Moreno is going to get a chance to learn how great competitors like John Thomas approach their business.

Alan Ducard: Alternatively, it gives us the chance to see Greyson Blade get his hands on John Thomas – something we did get visions of at the Fox Sports LEGACY Special – and it’s something that the fans can’t get enough of.

Jimmy Yates: We also get to see some great, respectful wrestling between Justin Moreno and Laura Seton – who will meet at the pay per view for the Tao of Valor Championship, and…

Bryan Harris: Whoa, Laura Seton will be lucky if J-Mo approaches her with respect. I wouldn’t if I were him, especially given the way Laura AND her little wench of a sister have treated Justin.

Alan Ducard: Her sister Madison is a different story, but I don’t believe Laura has done anything disrespectful in regards to Justin Moreno, though I suppose we’ll have to wait to see how the champion and challenger interact inside the ring to see how Moreno responds. Let’s get to it presently.

Alan Ducard: As John Thomas becomes the legal man, I don’t believe Justin Moreno is pleased about it.

Bryan Harris: Come on, it’s still early in the match… there’s plenty of time for J-Mo to get his hands on Laura Seton to give her a preview of the beating she’s going to get at the pay per view.

Talking to Justin Moreno to try to keep him from getting too upset, John Thomas loses sight of what’s going on in the ring, and when Laura Seton gets to her feet, John’s back is to her. Walking up behind him, Laura Seton raises the anticipation with the fans, and they cheer as she spins John around, kicks him in the gut, and then lifts him up and falls backwards with a suplex, getting a loud ovation from the fans, with Madison outside the ring, raising her arms as if in victory.

Flash Forward

Shaking off the effects of a forearm to the face, John grabs Laura by the wrist and shoots her off into the ropes. On the return, however, John gets drilled in the face as Laura connects with a spinning back heel kick that takes him off his feet, sending the crowd again into hysterical cheers.

Jimmy Yates: John Thomas looked a bit too careless with that irish whip. He didn’t seem to have anything that he was going to follow it up with!

Returning to his feet, John blocks a right-hand from Laura, grabs her by the wrist and twists around into a standing armbar, twisting backwards on it. Trying to avoid getting stuck in the hold, Laura gets closer to a neutral corner, hops up onto the turnbuckle and does a backflip, not only taking the twist out of the armbar, but she grabs John by the arm with her other hand in the process and sends him to the mat with a modified armdrag takedown.

Alan Ducard: Great counter there by the Tao of Valor Champion, but John Thomas gets right back up, and he looks to be angry.

Ducking underneath a haymaker attempt from John Thomas, Laura shoves JT to turn his back completely in her direction and then pushes him away a bit before leaping into the air and sending a two-legged dropkick to John’s back. With an opportunity, Laura Seton moves over and tags Greyson Blade into the match. As The Outlaw smirks and ducks into the ring, John Thomas watches him for a moment, then moves over and tags in Justin Moreno, getting a big chorus of boos from the crowd - especially from Madison, who looks like she wants to get up onto the apron to scold John Thomas, but she doesn't.

Jimmy Yates: Are you kidding? John Thomas is avoiding Greyson Blade?! What a little punk.

Bryan Harris: I think John Thomas was wanting to give Justin Moreno another chance to get into this match, because he knows how frustrated J-Mo is with his personal life stuff that’s going on… so he’s just giving Justin an outlet for his pent-up anger.

Wanting to get things moving as quickly as possible, Moreno charges in and tries to grab at Blade’s arm, but Greyson dodges aside. J-Mo sends a kick to the side of Blade’s leg and then tries again to grab at The Outlaw’s arm, but Greyson is the one who grabs Justin’s wrist first, then uses an irish whip to send his opponent into the far corner. Before hitting the corner, J-Mo hops up onto the turnbuckle, leaps up and turns around in mid-air, and as soon as he hits the mat he charges in and sends a diving shot to the side of Blade’s face. Taking the shot, Greyson hooks elbows with Moreno and sends him down to the mat with a hiptoss, then drops an elbow down into the sternum.Returning to his feet, Blade waits for J-Mo to get up.

Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade showing why he was a former World Champion, able to take considerable punishment and then fire off a follow-up move.

Seeing Greyson waiting for him, Justin positions himself and then without even getting up, Moreno connects with a dropkick to the shin which drops The Outlaw down to a knee.

Bryan Harris: Oh look, Justin Moreno showing why he’s a two-time Tao of Valor Champion.

Grabbing Greyson by the arm, J-Mo yanks down a couple times, inflicting some pain on Blade’s shoulder. Running into the ropes, Justin leaps forward on the return and takes The Outlaw down with a bulldog. Blade winces and tries to fight back, and so Justin gets up and runs towards the ropes again. On the return Greyson hits the deck and J-Mo keeps running. Blade gets back up to his feet, takes a step forward and hoists Moreno up onto his shoulders into position for the Outlaw Drop attempt, but Moreno fights it off with a flurry of elbows to the side of Greyson’s head. Dropping down off of The Outlaw’s shoulders, Justin starts drilling Greyson in the back with repeated fists, and after a kick to the leg, Moreno runs into the ropes again. This time on the return, Greyson Blade grabs him and quickly whips him around and drives him into the mat with a powerslam.

Flash Forward

Taking Greyson by the arm, Moreno sends Blade the short distance into the corner, then rushes off into the nearby ropes, rebounds and sends a Yakuza kick to the side of Blade’s face. With Blade in a prone position in the corner, Justin Moreno quickly moves to the other side of the ring, turns and charges in from the opposite corner and leaps up with both knees pulled in, but Greyson sidesteps and Moreno’s shins connect with the top turnbuckle.

Alan Ducard: Moreno comes crashing down hard to the mat after what would’ve been an impressive move which could’ve put Blade into a bad position.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe how high Moreno just leaped! Those knees would’ve connected to Greyson’s face!

Reaching down, Blade grabs Moreno and hoists him up off the mat and is met with a forearm shot to the face. Obviously acting out of a bit of desperation, J-Mo isn’t able to get back up off the mat, so Greyson shakes off the forearm shot and continues to bring Justin off the mat. Grabbing him around the waist, The Outlaw lifts Moreno up and then drops backwards, sending J-Mo face first into the top turnbuckle.

Alan Ducard: From the way Moreno is holding his jaw, this match could be nearing its end, and Blade is going to give Laura the chance to finish it.

Bryan Harris: Don’t get too excited, Al, there’s plenty of this match left to happen.

As he sees Laura getting into the ring, Justin tries to get up, but the Tao of Valor champion crosses the ring swiftly. Moreno leaps forwards and sends a diving European uppercut to Seton’s chin, spinning her around and dropping her to the mat.

Still holding his jaw, Moreno returns to his feet before Seton can get up, so he moves in to try to stay on the attack. The moment Justin gets there, Laura reaches up, grabs him behind the neck, puts her head under J-Mo’s jaw, leaps up, throws his legs out to either side and pulls downward as she falls towards the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Great split-legged jawbreaker, and that’s NOT what Moreno needed right about now!

Seeing that his partner is in trouble, John Thomas enters the ring and waits for Laura to get to her feet. As he stalks, however, John doesn’t notice Blade also get into the ring, and as Thomas rushes in, Greyson cuts him off and clotheslines him down to the mat before he can even strike.

Bryan Harris: You’re kidding me, Ross Quattro is going to let Blade illegally interfere like that?!

Jimmy Yates: Give me a break…

With J-Mo down on the mat and Ross Quattro admonishing The Outlaw, Laura exits out onto the apron and slowly starts to climb up to the top rope. She waits as Justin starts to stir, but before she can do anything, JT gets up from the apron where he had rolled after being clothesline and shakes the top rope, causing Laura to slip and come crashing down to the top turnbuckle.

Alan Ducard: You were saying, Bryan?

Bryan Harris: I know what you’re implying, but John Thomas was just trying to help himself back to his feet by using the ropes, is that so bad? Laura falling was unfortunate, but maybe she shouldn’t be up on the top rope if she’s not sure footed.

Jimmy Yates: You’re a piece of work, Harris.

Seeing Laura prone on the top rope, Justin tries his best to ignore the pain from his jaw and he forces himself up off the mat, charges into the corner just as Laura steps back up onto the top rope. Quickly climbing up to the top rope, J-Mo grabs Laura by the head, locks her in and leaps backwards, flipping over with everything he’s got, coming crashing down to the mat with a flip-over urinage, Laura landing back first. Immediately Justin hooks the leg….

One…

Two…!

Three!!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner by pinfall… Justin Moreno and John Thomas!!

Bryan Harris: Just like we’re going to see at Destined for Greatness, Justin Moreno scoring a victory over Laura Seton, and he’s going to be a three-time Tao of Valor Champ, there’s no doubt in my mind!

Jimmy Yates: If tonight’s any indication, Moreno had better hope that John Thomas is ringside if he wants any chance at winning the belt back.

Alan Ducard: Greyson Blade is back in the ring, checking on Laura Seton…

Jimmy Yates: Wait, John Thomas with a chair…!

Having taken a chair out from underneath the ring, John Thomas crawled back up onto the apron and slid into the ring under the bottom rope. When he stands up, John Thomas is sen out of the corner of Greyson’s eye, and just as The Outlaw starts to stand up, JT rushes in and DRIVES the chair into the upper shoulder area, dropping Blade to a knee. The crowd’s booing intensifies, but John doesn’t care, he just drives the edge of the chair down into Greyson’s shoulder.

Alan Ducard: This is a despicable display by John Thomas! Attacking him from behind after avoiding him all match!

Wrenching Greyson’s arm around behind him, John Thomas locks in the crossface chicken wing, then rolls over onto his back.

Bryan Harris: Greyson Blade wants to take on John Thomas? He’s getting the start of it! This is what he has to look forward to – excruciating pain at the hands of a superior competitor!

As Ross Quattro unsuccessfully tries to get John Thomas to release Blade from the chicken wing, other referees, road agents, and LEGACY staff rush out from the back. Getting into the ring, they try to convince John to release the hold, but he just keeps it on, looking very determined.

Alan Ducard: Someone’s got to do something!

Reaching down, Carter Franklin pries John’s hands apart, breaking up the hold and creating an opportunity. Travis Rollins and Leonard Nolan take Greyson by the arm which isn’t locked in and they pull him away from John and then get between the two. The damage is clearly done, though, as Blade remains on the mat, holding his shoulder. Seeing that he can’t get back in on the attack, John simply smirks, then rolls to the side, exiting the ring.

Smith Cartwright: Thank you all for that very nice reception!

He takes a minute and claps a few times, thanking the fans who lauded him.

Smith Cartwright: As you all know, our next show is going to be the Destined for Greatness pay per view, and since it’s going to be held in Madison Square Garden, I’m sure many of you Philly fans are going to be taking the short trip up I-95 and into the city to check it out…

A loud portion of the crowd pipes up, showing they intend to head up there for it.

Smith Cartwright: For those of you who can’t be there for the pay per view, there should be a great night of action shaping up for the pre-show, which is going to take place from the wrestling shrine – the Hammerstein Ballroom!

After a very brief pause, Smith continues.

Smith Cartwright: The front office wanted me to come out here tonight to let you all know – you in the stands and you watching on television – that starting immediately after the show, the LEGACY website will be hosting a contest, where four lucky fans will get an all-expenses paid trip to the Big App…

The arena goes dark and "Points of Authority" sounds throughout the speakers. The lights then come back on and Stephen Rawlings looking more annoyed than usual streamlines to the ring. He snatches the mic from Smith and stares at him.

Stephen Rawlings: Cut my God Damn Music.

The music stops.

Stephen Rawlings: Smith, you bastard... I’ve had enough of this shit. Last Strife I wasnt booked. OK. I was able to overlook that mistake. I mean, it was on Fox for god Sakes... Who really cares... But then you guys don't book me on this show. Ok.. fine... Again I somehow found a way to get past this snub too. Just a lapse in Judgement NOT to have your best wrestler compete, right? Yeah, it makes me sick to think about it too.

Smith starts to talk, but Rawlings stops him.

Stephen Rawlings: NO... Do NOT talk. I'm not done.

He stops and looks at all the fans.

Stephen Rawlings: Why was I here today? Why did I have to make the trek to this miserable state? Especially since all I see on this show is multiple annoying interviews about Kenji Karate Kid Yamapikichu. They just drone on and on and on. Kenji this, Kenji that. Kenji is awesome. Kenji gives me anal, because he's so F***ING COOL! Why the hell does anyone care? Why the hell does he care? This isn't OPW. This isn't Shoot. To me he is nothing but a Legacy rookie waiting to get his ass whooped by yours truly. So how did I become the one sitting in my locker room twittling my thumb, while he gets all the spotlight?

Smith stares at Rawlings.

Stephen Rawlings: TALK!

He throws the mic at Smith, and Smith reluctantly takes it.

Smith: Stephen, I have nothing to do with-

Stephen snatches the mic back.

Stephen Rawlings: Wrong answer. These videos werent shot on the spot here today. Time was taken into them. Theres production value. SOMEONE had to of cleared this. And all clues lead to you. Therefore, neither of us will leave this ring until we find out why we were forced to listen to those bullshit tales-

The lights suddenly fade on Rawlings and the crowd is now in a buzz at a scenario similar to last week’s interruption. The beginning of “ALIVE” by girugamesh pumps over the crowd, the speedy lyrics causing the crowd to stir with anticipation.

Stephen Rawlings: Of course.... It would be HIM to come out here. Like he didn't get enough exposure already.

As “ALIVE” continues, the Japanese word for “The Precious Life” shows up as Satoshi, lead singer of girugamesh, screams out PRECIOUS LIFE, the 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 wave of white pyros explode from the stage. As the lights come back on a light smokescreen is visible and through it Kenji Yamada can be seen walking down the ramp.

Stephen Rawlings: What do you want asswipe? You gonna come out here again tell us why you are this years biggest loser?

Kenji’s eyes never divert from Rawlings in the ring, his eyes transfixed on the man that taunts him. Kenji remains stoic and unaware of the crowd around him in an uproar over Kenji, once again, interrupting Rawlings. Kenji slowly stalks to the ring then slides into the ring and stands toe to toe with Rawlings. Kenji's cold blue eyes piercing Rawlings' skull.

Stephen Rawlings: Well lets hear it Mr. Miagi..... Kenji is the coolest person on earth because he eats raw fish, and likes animated movies, and sucked the emperor of Japans di-

Before Rawlings can finish his sentence Kenji slams his fist into Rawlings gut, doubling him over onto the canvas in surprise. Without a moments hesitation, as Rawlings tries to regain his composure on all fours, Kenji puts his knee on the back of Rawlings head and takes a small jump into the air and slams Rawlings’ face hard into the mat with his knee. While on one knee, Kenji stares at the motionless Rawlings on the mat, a sneer forms on his lips and he lets out a light scoff. Kenji rolls out of the ring without a word.

Rawlings gets up and crawls to his knees. He holds his face as he watches Kenji walk back up the ramp. Rawlings scoffs, and burns a hole into the back of Kenji.

Jimmy Yates: This should be a great match – not only because these guys are both tremendous competitors, but because their styles are very similar – both men employing a somewhat technical skillset along with tremendous athleticism.

Bryan Harris: Let’s get to the brass tacks. This one’s gonna come down to how well Jester Smiles can deal with the fact that Adam Davis is a much better competitor than him. Let’s face it, “Iceman” is a world class competitor, and although I know that Jester Smiles has held a World Title once upon a nightmare, everyone basically sees that as a mistake…

Alan Ducard: I beg to differ, Bryan. I have seen Jester Smiles do some great things in the ring – especially with the spotlight shining brightly upon him, and I wouldn’t be surprised to see The Current Network Champion continue to accomplish much here in his LEGACY tour.

Jimmy Yates: If Adam Davis can win this match, he would not only advance to the finals of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, but he would also become the FX Network Champion.

Bryan Harris: It’s a matter of “when”, Jimbo. So let’s get to it.

Jimmy Yates: Wow is he precise

Alan Ducard: Precise isn’t the word, James... he’s...

Jimmy Yates: VERY precise.

Bryan Harris: Y’all need to recognize that Davis is no slouch either. He’s pretty precise in his own right.

Hooking a leg, Davis has none of it and violently swats Jester away, rolling all the way to the ropes away from Jester’s clutches. Propping himself up to his knees using the ropes, Davis scowls in Jester’s direction, unhappy that he was able to take him down with a massive air strike the likes of the flying reverse elbow. Jester begs Davis to bring it and Davis simply scoffs, standing back up fully again. Cranking his neck until he hears a pop, Davis rolls his shoulders and advances towards Jester. Jester is ready for the Iceman, and the Iceman is equally ready for the Hero of LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: Davis doesn’t look too... happy... about eating that flying elbow.

Alan Ducard:

Davis hunkers down low, almost as if he’s going for an MMA style takedown on Jester. He shoots in, but Jester digs his feet into the canvas and blocks the attempt. Davis loses a little bit of steam and Jester clubs the Iceman on his back. Withy great strength, Davis grabs a hold of Jester’s leg and lifts up, propelling Jester’s body over his back and to the canvas with a rough and rugged standing back body drop.

Alan Ducard: Wow. Impressive dead lift body drop there by Davis.

Bryan Harris: I don’t think I’ve ever seen that in LEGACY before.

Jimmy Yates: Jester looks like he landed awkward there on his shoulder, which I think might’ve been Davis’ plan all along.

Jester clutches his shoulder as he sits up from the mat... and like a shark smelling blood, Davis senses an opportunity quickly approaching. Yanking Jester up to the mat by his arm, Davis short-arm scissors him. Stomping on the mat, Davis rips and pulls at Jester’s arm repeatedly, trying to rip the limb from its socket. After a fifth yank, Jester goes down to the mat and Davis transitions into a hammerlock with Jester flat on his stomach. Having nowhere to go, Jester tries to push up from the mat with his good arm but Davis straddles Jester’s body within the hammerlock he has applied.

Bryan Harris: The Iceman is giving Jester an old fashioned schooling on the mat here, folks. Classic.

Jimmy Yates: Davis is certainly showing his technical merit here, Bryan, I will give you that.

Bringing Jester up to his feet, Davis twists Jester’s arm once again, further damaging the exposed arm. Jester winces in pain as Davis looks around at the audience booing him for hurting their hero. Scoffing at them all, Davis rips down on Jester’s arm once again, but before Jester can fall face down from the yanking effect, Davis falls with him, extending a knee outwards, crushing Jester’s jaw against the brunt of his knee. Jester falls backwards, clutching his mouth and Davis goes in for the pin attempt.

One...

Two...

Jester Smiles kicks out with relative ease, still clutching his throbbing mouth from the inverted jawbreaker across the knee.

Bryan Harris: Fantastic jawbreaker there. I’ve never seen someone pull a jawbreaker out of an arm yank before.

Jimmy Yates: I’m sure there’s a joke about masturbation lying in there somewhere, but I won’t touch it for the decency of this broadcast.

Alan Ducard: Thank you, James.

Bringing Jester back to his feet, Davis goes for another arm yank but Jester fires a specific knuckle shot to the throat that causes Davis’ eyes to widen and gasp for air.

Jimmy Yates: Yikes... Odd defensive tactic there from Jester, but it connected nonetheless!

Alan Ducard: Quite the defense mechanism there from Jester. Going for a throat shot like that is as defensive as it gets.

Clutching his throat for air momentarily, Jester is able to buy himself enough time to gain his bearings. Measuring the Iceman up, Jester crouches down for a moment before sky rocketing into the air off the launch pad that is the wrestling mat, torpedoing a roundhouse kick to the face that sends a giant SMACK across the arena and Davis down flat on his back. With Davis seeing stars, Jester climbs on top of him as Don Bower administers the count.

One!

Two!

THR- NO! Davis kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure how Jester didn’t win the match right there. That kick hit Davis FLUSH on the face. Davis should be OUT.

Bryan Harris: Just another testament to the toughness of Adam Davis.

As Jester stands up, clutching his shoulder, looking for another means to put away the Iceman, the crowd starts buzzing as Ledge begins making his way from the back down the ramp. With a smirk across his face, Ledge makes his way to the left side of the ring. Jester sees Ledge standing there on the outside, and he immediately shakes his head, knowing full well what his intentions are.

Alan Ducard: What is HE doing out here?

Jimmy Yates: I think we ALL know WHAT Ledge is doing out here. Jester’s chances of winning this thing just got a whole lot smaller, in my opinion, and it’s a shame too.

Bryan Harris: You guys act like Ledge is a cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater. All he’s doing is showing some UNITY with his friend Adam Davis.

Alan Ducard: Look!!

All of a sudden, Smith Cartwright appears on the entrance ramp. His focus: Ledge.

Smith Cartwright: I’ve been trying to track you down all night, Ledge. Your partner too, as a matter of fact. And seeing as though you two apparently just showed up before this match, I couldn't exactly give the message I’m about to give until now.

The fans wait in anticipation for Smith’s message.

Smith Cartwright: Ledge... you sir, are BANNED from RINGSIDE.

The crowd erupts as Ledge slams his hands on the outside edge of the ring apron. Complaining inaudibly to Cartwright, Ledge attempts to plead his case. Davis, who has recovered from the roundhouse kick, yells down at Smith for his “unfair” ruling.

Bryan Harris: What a TRAVESTY this is. Unbelievable. Just when Manage-lote couldn’t be anymore obvious in their preferential treatment of certain competitors on this roster, Smith Cartwright goes and does something stupid like this.

Jimmy Yates: Gimme a break, Bryan. We BOTH know what Ledge’s true intentions were tonight, and Smith nipping it in the bud is a great display of the no nonsense approach LEGACY implements for its title matches and rounds in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Alan Ducard: LOOK AT JESTER!

With Davis still bitching and moaning at Cartwright for making his decision to ban his partner from ringside, Jester sneaks behind Davis with an old-school roll-up.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Bryan Harris: WHAT?!

Jimmy Yates: HE GOT HIM!! HE GOT HIM!!

Alan Ducard: BLOODY HELL!! I DON’T BELIEVE IT!! OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

The crowd ERUPTS into frenetic cheering as the bell sounds. Jester himself looks surprised that he was able to catch Davis with the pinfall... but his moment of surprise doesn’t last long at all as Ledge rolls back into the ring.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your...

Once Jester turns around, he is floored by a vicious clothesline from Ledge. Incensed that he just got caught in the roll-up and eliminated from the Hawkins Tournament, Davis joins in on the stomping and kicking of Jester Smiles.

Alan Ducard: Stop this madness!!

Kick after kick, Ledge and Davis stomp Jester’s face, busting the corner of his mouth open from the soles of their boots. Fans screaming at ringside beg for Davis and Ledge to stop the vicious onslaught, but they do not heed the audience’s cries for mercy.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like they heard you, Alan!!

Bryan Harris: Oh boy... here comes the cavalry now..

As quickly as Ledge and Davis began laying into Jester with stiff kicks, Diego de Cardenas and Cronos Diamante rush out from the back amidst frantic cheers from the fans to put a stop to it. Sliding underneath the ring, both Ledge and Adam Davis think better of their situation and retreat to the outside of the ring, leaving the damage they’ve already done to Jester behind them inside the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Oh boy... again with the lights.

Bryan Harris: I hate it when the production team does this. Takes a while for my eyes to adjust... (Accidentally takes a swig from a bottle of water belonging to Alan Ducard.)

Alan Ducard: Just remember, mine’s on the left, yours is on the right.

Bryan Harris: Got it.

Elizabeth Gaunt stands with her hands on her hips, looking at the crowd with the hateful gaze off a misanthrope. Her seductive nature is on full display; she wears a black baby tee with “True Blood” written across the chest, and a checkered skirt rides up high on her milky thighs. She flips her black and blond hair away from her fiery brown eyes, and simply glares at the crowd, while occasionally throwing looks of admiration to the pale hellbeast that stands at her side. Although the perfect image of gothic beauty, you can tell just by looking into Liz’s eyes that she pulled the wings off of flies in her youth simply for the pleasure of it. Sweet on the outside, rotten within, that is Liz’s nature.

Jimmy Yates: I think I dated a girl like her back in high school...

Bryan Harris: You mean you’re not gay? Not that there’s anything wrong with that..

Alan Ducard: What do you have against gay people, Bryan?

Bryan Harris: Not that there’s anything wrong with that, fellas.

Alan Ducard: (Focusing on Issac and Elizabeth) Let’s just hush up and see what these two have in store for us all tonight, shall we?

The nature of the man at her side is something else entirely, if you’d even call him a man. His eyes the color of green poison bubbling in the cesspools of a radioactive stew, this man’s mind is corruption incarnate. The albino stands perfectly still, his shoulders slightly bent in a natural predatory stance. Entragian’s attire is simple tonight, a form-fitting black t-shirt and black jeans capped off with a pair of black engineer boots with silver buckles. His white hair frames the twisted countenance of his face, and as the cameras close in we see The Ivory Terror bring a mic up to his razor-filled mouth.

The Pale Rider: You people fill me with revulsion. The simple act of standing before you turns my stomach. You slugs, slithering through life in a pool of your own slime and getting nowhere. YOU people have no future, as you have no ambition. That’s the difference between you and me, I strive to achieve all that I can, while you people are content to ROT in the holes you’ve dug for yourselves.

Issac’s head lowers, his white hair obscuring his features. He takes a few steps in the ring, moving towards one of the turnbuckles.

The Pale Rider: When I WANT something; I do everything in my power to get it, and what I want now, more than anything in this world, is the shining emblem of LEGACY’s very soul. THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP. It’s simply a matter of dispatching a nuisance whom you pathetic people cheer for on a constant basis. Van Warren is the only thing standing between me and my aspirations, and with the pool of crimson I left him wallowing in last week, I think that ALL of you might have an idea of what I’m willing to do to attain my golden goose.

Entragian tilts his head upward, smiling his fang-lined smile, while Elizabeth bats her eyelashes and practically swoons on her feet like Harley Quinn pandering to The Joker.

The Pale Rider: X-Calibur…what happened to you last week was merely a taste of what I’m capable of. All your games, your little attempts at F***ING WITH MY HEAD…

Entragian raps the knuckles of his right hand against his temple, his grin growing ever the wider.

The Pale Rider: They lead you nowhere, X. You can’t break what’s already broken. I’m LEGACY’s wildcard. You can’t intimidate me. You can’t overpower me. You can’t STOP me, Van Warren. You have nothing to threaten me with, and when it’s all said and done, I’ll leave you strapless, I’ll rip the leather and gold from your waist and leave you a blood-soaked shell of what you once were. And unlike Loco Martinez, I don’t need to take the pussy approach to do it. I won’t send goons to beat you down, I won’t pretend to be on your side and then stab you in the back at the last second…

Issac takes a deep breath, stopping in the center of the ring and looking towards the rafters slowly, a sinister gleam in those chilly green eyes.

The Pale Rider: With me, what you see is what you get, X. You get three hundred pounds of white demon at Destined for Greatness, and quite frankly, I LIKE those odds. It’s a forgone conclusion now, so how about you carve my name into that gold right now, use Catrina’s nail file to do it, just to make it THAT much sweeter…

Just as Entragian continues with this vile tirade, a familiar theme assaults Philly’s masses and turns the crowd into an electric frenzy. “Harvester of Sorrow” crushes through the airwaves, hammering home the thunder of Lars Ulrich’s drums and the riff-riffic beauty of Kirk Hammett’s guitar shredding. Hetfield’s voice is not far away and soon enough, X-Calibur appears on the entrance ramp in casual faded blue jeans and a black and white DESTINED FOR GREATNESS t-shirt with Issac and X’s faces on the forefront, going face to face in a stare down. Available now on LEGACY Merch.

Making his way down the aisle, X-Calibur wears the big and bulky LEGACY World Championship around his athletically defined waist. In his right hand, is a folded steel chair.

X-Calibur: Oooooh... Mr. Stay Puft sounds ANGRY. He sounds INTENSE. He sounds FOCUSED. Tell me, Issac... what are you gonna do at Destined For Greatness, when this “nuisance” finally teaches you how to wrestle?

The fans “OOOOOOOH” at this, but X-Calibur puts his hands up, stopping himself.

X-Calibur: Better yet... what are you going to do to me that any other big son of a bitch hasn’t already tried to do to me in the last twelve years? Hm? Gonna take a chunk out of my neck and spew the blood back in my face? Can’t say I’ve ever battled a vampire before, though I’m almost positive I beat Gangrel in a dark match here in LEGACY during try outs. Gonna bash me over my head with that f***ing caveman club or whatever you call it? I saw Gangs of New York... and we all know what happens to the strange big man who wields a club. Huh? What’s it gonna be?, man. Go on, Issac... go on, like you ALWAYS do.

X-Calibur pauses for a second before continuing. He unfolds the steel chair and sits in it, resting his elbows on his knees and getting comfortable. Nodding his head forward as if he fell asleep for a second, X shakes his head and stands back up, folding the steel chair once again.

X-Calibur: Actually... no... DON’T go on. Not this time. For once, just stand there and pretend like you’re an idiot for me... it’ll make this a lot easier. See... games, you say? No, dude... you haven’t SEEN... games. All of THAT? That was....that was me, X-Calibur... telling you, Issac Entragian... to shut the f*** up. Why? One reason, and one reason only.

X looks directly into Issac’s pale eyes.

X-Calibur: You talk too much.

The fans gasp at X-Calibur’s statement. He chuckles. So does Issac.

X-Calibur: Through that terrifying, monstrous stature... through these oh-so violent tendencies that make guys like Moxley piss in their underoos... through that trademark pale skin and forked tongue that has become synonymous with the essence of “monster” here in LEGACY... lies a blabbermouth of BIBLICAL proportions. I mean... yeah, you’re tough... we get it. You’re a big motherf***er... we get it. You’re more powerful than ninety-nine point nine percent of the LEGACY roster... we... GET... IT. You bored us to death for seven months by reiterating this very fact when you took on Greyson Blade, dude... and Matt Towers before him... and Diamond Del Carver after him; or at least you would have, had he not taken his eyepatch and went home. NOW?

X nods, looking around.

X-Calibur: Now you want to tangle with me, a beast of a different nature, and the BEST damn professional wrestler this fine organization has ever seen... with the same f***ing routine. Frankly, I’m f***ing sick of it.

The audience roars at X’s bluntness, while Issac stares back with almost widened eyes. Taking a step closer to the gargantuan of a man, X-Calibur “puffs his chest” with a smirk. The steel chair he holds in his hand remains the focus of everybody in the crowd.

X-Calibur: GRRRR, I’m going to destroy him! GRRRR, I’m going to make him feel pain like he’s never felt before! GRRRR, I’m gonna f*** him up the ass with my Prince Issac ‘cause I’m more OPW than OPW!

The fans chuckle unanimously at that last bit.

X-Calibur: You may have gained prominence with that bullsh** against Greyson Blade, Issac... but with me? Think again. It’s a whole ‘nother ballgame with me, Casper. You and me? It ain’t personal. I didn’t f*** your girlfriend and, to my knowledge, you haven’t f***ed mine. I didn’t travel back to the frozen tundra and slap Mr. Entragian in the face... or take Mrs. Entragian out about the glacier she lives on and push her over the edge, watching her drown in the arctic sea. I know all of those things would make for a better “main event story” going into the biggest event of the year in LEGACY... but no matter how you might try to spin it, Issac versus X is just a FIGHT between two bad ass dudes with remarkable thresholds for pain. A fight... Issac...

X-Calibur raps the edge of the chair against the mat three times.

X-Calibur: ... that you are going to LOSE if you continue to believe your towering presence is any more significant than that of a still mountain in the backdrop of a painting that is ultimately the LEGACY World Title picture. Because I assure you, motherf***er...

X-Calibur unfolds the steel chair and sets it up right in front of Issac. Standing on it, X-Calibur is now a good four or five inches taller than Issac. Cameras flash as the LEGACY World Champion looks DOWN on the seven-foot Albino Abomination. A sight to behold, if there ever was one.

X-Calibur: I’m bringing my rock climbing gear to Destined For Greatness... and one way or another, I’mma climb me a mountain.

With X-Calibur looking down, staring deep into the eyes of the Pale Rider, the fans start rumbling in their seats. Anticipating the meeting of two of LEGACY’s absolute best.

Cronos Diamante: Why is it always so hard to make a decision about the type of food I want out of these things?

Andrew Kelley, from down the hall, notices Cronos standing indecisively and shaking his head and approaches him.

Andrew Kelley: Hey Cronos. You have time for a few questions?

Cronos turns toward Andrew and nods.

Cronos Diamante: Sure ‘Drew, what’s on your mind?

Cronos leans against the machine, still pondering his decision as he waits for Andrew to adjust.

Andrew Kelley: I think at the forefront of everyone’s minds, fans and colleagues alike, is why the change in attitude? What’s going on? And what do you…

Cronos interrupts him briefly.

Cronos Diamante: I know what this line of questioning is going to turn into. Let’s just say I don’t think Legacy has a true face of what this company should really be about. That’s a problem that I intend to remedy.

Andrew nods.

Andrew Kelley: And what about your recent developments with your new…

Cronos Diamante: Well now that Adam Davis has lost his shot at winning the Hawkins Tournament, let’s just say he’s going to get a fistful of honor at the pay per view and he’s not going to like it.

Cronos turns after finally figuring out the selection of a Twix bar would be refreshing.

Andrew Kelley: And what about Ledge? Are your issues with him over and done with?

Cronos grins and looks up at Andrew as he opens the Twix wrapper.

Cronos Diamante: How about we just put it that Ledge is going to be coming along for the ride, ‘Drew. Stay tuned for the Honor Above All special my friend.

Cronos pats Andrew on the shoulder, turns, and walks away.

Jimmy Yates: A match that was born out of Crazy Boy's disdain for what Loco did to his friend, Herbert J. Moxley.

Bryan Harris: A foreshadowing of what Crazy Boy has in store, if you ask me. Loco Martinez has been increasingly unhinged, and ... in this humble commentators opinion, increasingly dangerous.

Jimmy Yates: I wouldn't discount a friend scorned. Crazy Boy will be looking to avenge his fallen friend.

Bryan Harris: And Loco will be looking to continue his path of destruction by taking out a friend of Moxley's!

Alan Ducard: Gentlemen! The more you yap, the less action the LEGACY fans will get to see... so? Shut it and lets get to the action!

Alan Ducard: Loco trying to cut off the air flow.

Jimmy Yates: And listening to this crowd it seems Loco's "open letter" to the fans of Philadelphia is going largely ignored.

Bryan Harris: Its cuz these people are illiterate, Yates.

Loco keeps the reverse chin lock locked in for a few moments. Crazy Boy's struggling begins to slow. The crowd starts to clap slowly, attempting to revive the No Limts Champ. Loco releases the hold, and stands quickly and delivers a sickening spine rattling kick between the shoulder blades.

Bryan Harris: Loco has had a little extra "oomph" in his shots tonight.

Alan Ducard: And after a fast start by Crazy Boy that had the former world champion on the ropes... Loco has responded and grounded the current No Limits Champ.

Loco then runs and bounces off the ropes and drives his knee into Crazy Boy's face with a loud "Thwack". Crazy Boy's head snaps back to the mat. Loco makes a quick lateral press.

One...

Two...

Th-

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy kicks out!

Loco stands quickly and drops both legs down across Crazy Boy's chest. Loco again grabs Crazy, and roughly pulls him up, and locks in another reverse chin lock.

Jimmy Yates: Loco is really trying to keep the pace slowed, and to keep Crazy Airlines from getting airborne.

Loco tightens the grip as again the crowd tries to rally Crazy, with a chant of "Lets GO Crazy" *Clap clap clapclapclap* Loco sneers at this and quickly sits down and locks in a body scissors with his legs on top of the reverse chin lock, really trying to wear Crazy Boy down.

Jimmy Yates: I expected fast paced, and violence. I'm surprised to see Loco forgoing his usual style for what has amounted to some "ground and pound" tactics. Maybe Loco fears Crazy Boy can out quick, fly, and brawl him, and that THIS is only chance.

Loco has Crazy Boy fading. The crowd really starts to rally behind Crazy Boy. Crazy throws his hands up, and begins pumping his fists with a surge of adrenaline. Loco's eyes go wide, as Crazy turns into the chin lock and buries a quick elbow into Loco's ribcage. Loco's grip loosens with a wince. Crazy again buries the point of his elbow into the ribcage of Loco. Loco's arms release, and Crazy Boy manages to turn and lash out with a stiff right hand to the bridge of Loco's nose. The crowd roars as Loco's head snaps back from the impact. Crazy gets to his feet.

He snarls at Loco to "get Up!" And as soon as Martinez gets to his vertical base Crazy Boy lunges with a nasty chop. Follows that up with a palm thrust that staggers Loco back two steps. Crazy then leaps, placing his feet on Loco's legs, his hand around Loco's neck, and rolls back launching Loco with a Monkey Flip. Loco lands hard on his back.

Jimmy Yates: See Loco caught some air right there!

Bryan Harris: Cram it, Yates.

Crazy waits and once Loco stands, he runs and buries a knee into Loco's midsection, the force sends Loco flipping to the mat. Crazy Boy makes a quick cover.

One...

Two-

Alan Ducard: Loco shoulders out. And now its Crazy who is working the ribs and trying to wind his opponent.

Crazy gets up and drops a quick knee into Loco's sternum. He gets right back up and nails a standing splash. He stays on top, hooking a leg for a pinning attempt.

One....

Two...

th-

Bryan Harris: Loco's out, and you're not gonna keep him down THAT easily.

Jimmy Yates: Your mancrush knows no limits, Bry.

Crazy Boy is back up and brings Loco up with him. He drives a palm thrust into Loco's chest and follows it up with a lighting fast chop. He winds up and drives another palm thrust to the chest... and then follows it up with another chop that can be heard through out The Arena. The Philly crowd "WHOOOOOOO'ing" with each chop.

Crazy Boy then drives a right hand into Loco's face and follows that up with a migraine inducing headbutt that levels Martinez.

Jimmy Yates: Crazy Boy showing that he too owns sufficient weaponry that can be utilized most effectively under standard wrestling rules!

Bryan Harris: You get some sort of bonus per syllable?

Crazy Boy pumps his fist, and the crowd starts another "Lets ... Go... Cra--ZY!" chant and he quickly heads to the corner, and climbs to the top rope. Loco gets to his feet groggily, and as he turns, looking for his opponent he eats Crazy's boots as Tyrone nails a missile dropkick.

Jimmy Yates: Crazy Drop!!! He got all of it!

Crazy Boy scrambles and makes a cover, hooking a leg and pulling back with all his might!

One...

Two...

THRE-

Alan Ducard: Foot on the ropes! Loco got his foot on the ropes!

The crowd groans seeing Loco's foot draped across the ropes.

Bryan Harris: Ring awareness, gents. This ain't Loco's first rodeo!

Crazy Boy smirks as he stands up and drives a stomp into Loco's chest. He winds up and nails a second stomp. Loco writhing in pain with each shot. Crazy brings Loco to his feet. He whips him off the ropes. Crazy runs at him looking for a clothesline, which Loco ducks. Loco goes to the far ropes and stops himself by wrapping his arms around the top rope. He smirks and extends a middle finger towards Crazy Boy who is incensed, and charges Martinez. Loco drops down and drop toe hold's Crazy Boy throat first onto the middle rope. Loco stands up and cockily points to his head.

Bryan Harris: He is smarter than the average Philadelphian... much much smarter.

Loco follows this up by sling shotting himself over the top rope grabbing the back of CB's head, and with all his momentum further crushing his throat across that middle rope. Tyrone snaps back off the ropes and clutches at his throat. Loco smirks watching Crazy Boy flail on the mat. He grabs his ankle and pulls Tyrone out of the ring, with authority, Crazy Boy falling to the thin protective mat with a back cracking thud. Loco winds up and drives the sole of his boot to Crazy Boy's forehead. Loco winds up and again drives another boot, this time back to the ribs and chest of Crazy Boy.

Loco smiles at his handiwork as he pulls Crazy Boy to his feet. He takes him and whips him hard into the barricade. Crazy Boy slumps to the floor in a seated position. Loco takes two quick steps and buries his knee into Crazy's forehead. Loco then looks at at the apron, and at the seated, out of it Crazy Boy. A vile idea pops into his head.

Alan Ducard: What's he doing?

Bryan Harris: Sending a message to Crazy Boy, but more importantly to Moxley... who shouldn't be sending his friends out here to do HIS dirty work.

Loco rolls into the ring to break the referee's count, before stepping through the ropes to the apron. He licks his finger holding it up into the air judging "air speed and direction", and then jumps off the apron driving a missile dropkick into Crazy Boy's already damaged ribs. Crazy Boy clutches at his ribs, rolling around on the ground. Loco also rolls around on the ground feeling the affects of a hard landing on the outside.

Alan Ducard: A vile missile dropkick, Loco continuing to work those ribs. And dare I say, Loco Martinez taking a page out of Crazy Boy's No Limit playbook.

Jimmy Yates: Loco Martinez has a long history as a hardcore competitor. Both in the AWA and NYSWF, he held those companies respective hardcore titles. So while he is outspoken against our No Limits division? He has lived and fought that style on many an occasion.

The referee's count is up to seven, as Loco gets to his feet, clutching at his back. Loco quickly rolls in, urging the referee to keep counting.

Eight....

Loco's eyes go wide as he sees Crazy Boy crawling to the ring. Loco shakes his head not believing what he's seeing. He shrieks to the referee "COUNT FASTER!!!"

Nine....

Crazy Boy pulls him self up on the apron, and dives under the bottom rope. Loco stares disbelieving. He runs his hands through his hair looking incredibly unhinged. He dives on top of Crazy Boy and drives a flurry of right hands into temple. He brings Crazy Boy up. Grabs him, and launches him back with a Northern Lights Suplex. Loco bridges.

Jimmy Yates: Tyne Bridge!

One...

Two...

th-

Alan Ducard: Crazy Boy continues to show how tough he is. But I have to wonder how resilient can he continue being with the beating Loco is dishing out?

Loco shakes his head, convinced the count was slow. The ref stresses that it was only a two count. Loco takes a few steps towards the ref in an attempt at intimidation. As he turns to go back on the offensive he's met with a boot to the gut and a snapping DDT. The crowd roars, as both men are down. The referee begins his double count.

One....

Two.....

Three....

Loco stirs... shakes some cobwebs....

Four.....

Five....

Loco gets to a knee.

Six....

Crazy Boy stirs. He rolls and starts to get up.

Loco sizes up Crazy Boy, he runs as Crazy Boy gets up, looking for a running big boot, but Crazy sees it coming and ducks out of the way, getting behind Loco, pulling him back and planting the Cirque du MoFo leader with a nasty reverse DDT. Crazy jumps back to his feet feeding off equal parts adrenaline and crowd energy. Loco is up, and leveled with a running clothesline. Crazy pumps his fists. Loco is back up... and back down with another running clothesline.

Alan Ducard: Crazy, really "feeling it", right now, gents.

Loco is back to his feet one more time and this time is taken down with a spinning heel kick. Tyrone makes a cover.

One...

Two...

Thre-

Alan Ducard: NO! Loco may not know where he is right now, but he did manage to kick out of that pinning predicament!

Crazy Boy is up quickly, and brings Loco back to his feet. He scoops Loco up onto his shoulders and the crowd stands, excitedly... a buzz beginning as Crazy Boy positions Loco across his shoulders.

Jimmy Yates: Now boarding, Crazy Airlines... flying out of Philadelphia.

Crazy Boy begins spinning and spinning and spinning and spinning, with each spin the crowd begins chanting dizzily "WWWWWWHOAA WWWWWHOOOOOA WWWWWWHOOAAA"

Crazy Boy then launches back with a Somoan Drop.

Crowd: DESTINATION! ... SA! MO! AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!

Crazy Boy attempts to get to his feet, but is still dizzy from the spinning, and he stumbles back into the ropes. He tries to regain is bearing, but before he can get off the ropes.

CRRRRRAAAAAAACCCCKKKKKKK!!!!

Crowd boos mercilessly as Crazy Boy slumps to the mat unconciously. Ethan Leers slides into the ring brandishing a tire iron and a sick, blood lusting smile. A small pool of blood is collecting under the back of Crazy Boy's head. Leers circles him like a vulture. Leers licks his lips and drives the tire iron into the ribcage with vile force. Leers winds up, and drives another shot down into the ribs. He winds up one more time, and one more time brings the tire iron full force... Crazy Boy coughs and we see a speckle of red shoot from his lips.

Alan Ducard: Someone STOP this!

Loco has gotten back to his feet, and is watching this unfold before his eyes. His face noncommittal... Leers looks over his shoulder to see if Loco would attempt to retaliate for Leer's attempt at collecting the bounty, but Loco shakes his head no, and then runs punts Crazy Boy in the ribs with a sickening "Thwack".

Jimmy Yates: I can't believe this.

Loco turns to Leers and extends his hand asking "May I"? Leers sneers at CB as he hands over the tire iron. Loco tells Ethan to "Get him up". Leers drags the lifeless body of Crazy Boy to his feet, and keeps him standing. Loco begins brandishing the tire iron like a batter stepping up to the plate. He takes a few practice swings coming inches from Crazy Boy. Toying with him. He takes a step back, "taps the dirt from his boots", and gets set to swing for the fences, when the crowd absolutey ERUPTS.

Alan Ducard: THANK GOD!

Jimmy Yates: It's MOXLEY! It's MOXLEY!

Running to the ring, chair in hand, Herbert J. Moxley sprints like a man on fire to the ring. He slides into the ring and throws himself between Loco and Crazy Boy, chair in hand. He stares down his long time friend. Their icy glares locked. Loco mouths... "Its your funeral". But ends up backing away and rolling out of the ring. Leers tosses Crazy Boy down violently and also makes a hasty retreat, as Moxley takes a knee checking on Crazy Boy, and a few EMT's make their way out. Just then Smith Cartwright makes his way out through the curtain with security flocking him, some of them turned around and facing the curtain.

Smith Cartwright: Enough! Enough! Ethan Leers! You want another shot at Crazy Boy, that's obvious... and at Destined for Greatness, you two will be in a match together... but the No Limits Title won't be decided just between the two of you... because Chris Turner and Damien Black will ALSO have a say in the matter!!

A large portion of the crowd cheers at the announcement, but Smith is obviously not done.

Smith Cartwright: And Loco Martinez... at Destined for Greatness, you WILL BE FACING Herb Moxley!!

The fans erupt in a chorus of cheers, and the show ends showing a conflicted look on Moxley's face as well as an angered look on Loco's face.