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9 . 27 . 2009
| We hear wind
and are taken outside, its painfully bright, the wind whips by, and
we scurry across what seems like desert to a pair of wrestling boots
walking down a sandy desert highway. They walk with purpose.
When you looking at me (woooahhhh) " "On a mission to be "I done been through the pain and the sorrow "And all the above All the above... all the above... all the above... all the above"
When you looking at me?"
"See me come up from nothing, To me living my dreams "I done suffered a lot, I deserve to be rich, Headed straight to the top "Look how I rep for the hood, I get nothing but love now When I come through the hood" Money make all of us change The new benz is all white, "How the hell could you stop me? "I go hard forever, That's just how I'm designed, That's just how I was built "You take all of this from me, "You get truth from me, "I'm a part of these streets "I wave hi to the haters, Mad that I finally done made it" That I'm destined for greatness"
"Tell me what do you see When you looking at me (woooahhhh)" And all the above
It's harder to love me Ya'll don't understand, "Put your foot in my Nikes, Picture you livin' my life, Picture you stuck in a cell, "Picture you facing a charge, Picture you beating the odds, Picture you willing to bleed, "Thank you for making me struggle, "I perfected my hustle, "You've been seein' me lately, I'm a miracle baby "This what the ghetto done made me I put that on my father "When I think that I can't, I envision Obama, I envision the diamonds, "If the world was perfect,
This portion of Legacy is opened up somewhere in the backstage, which looks like some kind of lobby. There seems to be a couch and some various other things about this room as the camera pans to see a figure sitting on the couch. The camera pans up to the person's face as you can hear faint cheers in the background as you can see it is the Legacy No Limits Champion, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith. He has his eyes closed, as he seems to be focused and not paying attention to the world around him, getting ready for his big title match coming up tonight. He sighs and keeps his eyes closed, completely zoned, as he doesn't even notice someone walking into the room behind him. Voice: So you are the No Limit Champion, I expected you to be taller. Tyrone opens his eyes briefly and turns around to meet the voice that called out to him. He notices someone vaguely familiar, but not quite. He racks his brain for a bit before remembering who it is: Legacy newcomer, Thomas Manchester Black. Crazy Boy smiles for a minute before turning back around, closing his eyes again. Crazy Boy: Taller eh? What did you expect me to be? A hulking giant like Chris Turner or Damien Black? TMB: Somewhat...at least you aren't that jackass Greyson Blade. That got Tyrone's attention. He slowly gets up from the couch and shakes his head slowly. He looks right at Black with a little bit of anger in his eyes. CB: Hey, hey! Greyson Blade happens to be my mentor here in Legacy. He was the one that took me under his wings and put me down the right path. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be where I am right now. I look up to him with total respect. He is not a jackass. TMB: Oh...so you do have a little bit to you. Heh, listen, Boy. I'm not here to ruffle your feathers...too much. I just wanted to take measure of the man I will be facing for that No Limit Championship, once the Front Office runs out of bodies to throw in my way. Crazy Boy has a little bit of a smirk on his face as he looks at his No Limits Championship. He shrugs his shoulders and nods his head at Thomas. CB: Well, if and when you come down to the No Limits Division, after I get through Destined for Greatness and I walk out with this title... I'll give you a shot. It WOULD be a breath of fresh air not to face Leers or Damien or someone like that for a little while. But Thomas, you better do your homework, that's all I have to say TMB: Heh, trust me...you won't get the easy Eli Storm match up. you face me, well...lets just say you get alot of time to rest up while not being champion. Tyrone grins from ear to ear and shrugs his shoulders again. CB: Okay, Mr. Confident Pants. I know you will be watching my match coming up here pretty soon. I want you to watch very closely. I want you to watch me. I want you to watch what you are getting yourself into if and when you do face me. After you see what I am capable of, I don't think your confidence will be at such high levels anymore, believe me TMB: You maybe right, Champ. But you are forgetting one little detail. Tyrone glances at Thomas with a little uncertainty. CB: And what would that me, dare I ask? TMB: You have to walk out of the match the Champion, first. Tyrone smiles and shrugs his shoulders once more, starting to walk away from Thomas. CB: Oh, I'm planning on it. Watch... and Learn, Thomas. TMB: Oh...trust me...I'll be watching. And hey...even if you don't walk out with the title. I'll give you a shot when I'm champion. Crazy Boy stops in his tracks and turns around and shakes his head at Black. CB: There will be no need for that. You have my word when I walk out of this match champion.. you get your shot. I promise you that you will get your time to shine. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to head toward my match. TMB: Good luck... Crazy Boy disappears down the hallway, leaving the newcomer to himself as the camera cuts off, sending the feed back to ringside.
A shot of Legacy referee Ross Quatro hoisting the Tao of Valor Championship
above his head. As the opening guitars of Paramore's "Misery Business"
explode and we get a flash backwards incredibly fast rewind of the last
few weeks of the intertwined wrestling lives of Justin Moreno and Laura
Seton, before we rest on a shot of Laura Seton sweat soaked on the basketball
court. A fire in her eye. "It's a matter of time before we all run out... Laura nails a dropkick into Matthew Dawson's face, rocking the former
ToV champion. Moreno looks at a downed opponent and easily hops to the top rope... he pauses as the music pauses before launching into the chorus. "Whoa... Well I never meant to brag "Whoa... it was never my intention to brag "But God does it feel so good "And if you could then you know you would "It just feels so good" "Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change "And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged "Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you "Whoa... Well I never meant to brag "Whoa... it was never my intention to brag "But God does it feel so good "And if you could then you know you would "It just feels so good ..." One more shot of Laura, exhausted, but still standing. She holds the
title high over her head. Flashes to the same shot of Justin Moreno. The view then switches back to ringside area. Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match-up is for the Tao of Valor Championship... it is a Last Person Standing Match... The screen flashes with the first visible announcement of the opening contest of the evening.
The lights go out and a green strobe-light pattern starts flashing as smoke is billowing from the entrance-way with the green "M" Monster logo flashing on the LEGACY-tron as "The Key To Gramercy Park" by Deadsy begins to play over the P.A. System with J-Mo emerging from the smoke without the slightest hint of a smile, wearing his LEGACY Merchandise "Moreno" shirt with the Monster style font and the "Warning: M-80 Is Considered Hazardous To Opponent's Health" sign on the back and baggy black pleather shorts with the green "M" on the pant legs with a white image of J-Mo hitting his trademark 450 splash printed on the pant legs that come down just past his knees with the the black and green Hayabusa-style wrist sleeves and black wrestling shoes with black and green Japanese style kick-pads. Josephina Colbert: Introducing first... the challenger... from Huntington Beach, California... weighing in at 204 pounds... "The Surf City Show-Stealer"... Justin... MORENO!!! The fans give Moreno a bit of a mixed reaction regarding his attitude as of lately with some understanding the circumstances and some of the New York fans just ripping into him as Moreno silently walks to the ring, ignoring the crowd's reaction, positive or negative, as he climbs the second rope and stares out at the New York City crowd before jumping over the top rope and climbing the middle rope again, briefly flashing the "X" sign in the air as he climbs down without his usual Sharpie routine as his music dies down. Alan Ducard: I don't know about you chaps, but I almost get this feeling that Justin Moreno would rather be anywhere else besides a wrestling ring right now, given his personal situation. Even with the possibility that he might be the Tao of Valor Champion for a third time, it's almost like Moreno doesn't even care anymore. Bryan Harris: Honestly, I don't care for the kid's California dude-a-tude most of the time, but we've been seeing him get more aggressive lately and with the pale cloud known as Issac Entragian hovering over him, maybe the kid has finally done something smart for once in his life. Jimmy Yates: I don't think Justin would have ever worked with a guy like Issac a year ago, but a lot about J-Mo has changed lately. He used to be one of the more popular guys in the locker room and now, it just seems like he's got a bad attitude, but when your wife is a drug-addict, you're nearly broke, and you rarely ever see your little girl, it's nearly impossible for it to not affect you and now Moreno has been lashing out at everyone. Bryan Harris: The kid needs to just quit playing to the crowd and realize they don't care about him. The sooner he gets that in his head, the better. The opening to “Whatever Gets You Through Today” by The Radio sounds, eliciting a large cheer from the crowd, awaiting the appearance of the gracious Tao of Valor champion. The intro to the song plays all the way through, as opposed to an edited abbreviated version used for STRIFE—with various highlights of Laura Seton's basketball and wrestling adventures playing through as part of her entrance video, before finally getting to the portion of showing her legs and panning upwards, going by dark blue basketball shorts, a matching jersey with a white “34” on it and panning all the way up to a lowered head. Bryan Harris: She sure is taking her sweet time coming out here. Jimmy Yates: Considering how talented LEGACY is and she's managed to find a great deal of success so far, far more than many wrestlers would dream of—let her have her moment. Bryan Harris: Moment? How about hour? “Someone said today...” The head on the tron lifts up, showing Laura and her ever-delicate smile with “LAURA SETON” to the right of it, “TAO OF VALOR CHAMPION” beneath her name. “There's no other way of playing.” Laura, belt around her waist, comes out of the back at this part while the arena becomes deafening with fans' cheers, wearing a dark blue basketball warm-up suit and white hightop-resembling wrestling boots with her light brown hair down; a big smile on her face. Coming out with her is Madison—wearing a red shirt with black lettering reading “Lourdes Knights,” a shout-out to her high school, to go with black jean shorts and purple flip-flops, her dark brown hair tied in a bun that resembles a ponytail folded back upon itself and under the scrunchie. Laura sets up a few steps in front the entrance point and leans over forward, tapping the ground twice and after the word “playing” is sung out, Laura outstretches her arms as far as possible as she explodes upwards, head up, as an upwards stream of pyro shoots up from her left and right sides. Madison is caught by surprise and she moves to just a step up and to the left of her sister. Beginning with the first stream, Laura gives a nod of her head in time to streams of red, white, blue and then a mixture of all three together exploding as we hear the “OOH”s and “AAH”s of the crowd. As the final stream goes off, Laura stands up straight and gives a sly smirk giving a subtle look to the left and right out of the corners of her eyes before taking a big breath and the two Setons head for the ring. Laura keeps her big smile as Madison holds a grin, enjoying the experience. “But I'll find a way, I'll find another way of sayin'... Josephina Colbert: From Oshkosh, Wisconsin; accompanied by sister Madison, she is the LEGACY Tao of Valor champion.....LAURAAAAAA SEE-TONNNNNN!! Bryan Harris: That has to be the worst sentence ever spoken in LEGACY. “Tao of Valor champion Laura Seton.” Alan Ducard: Is it really that hard to respect her athleticism? Bryan Harris: Yes, it is. Although I take that back; I liked the “sister Madison” part. Jimmy Yates: Careful—last thing we need is a lawsuit. Bryan Harris: I'm just saying that while she IS cute—THAT'S the way a person is supposed to act around here. Get in people's faces and piss them off. Stand up for yourself. Don't let things smack you in the face and just stand there all “I'm going to be nice and not do anything.” That doesn't work. Alan Ducard: It obviously does work. She's at where she's at because of that attitude. If more people had a great attitude like hers around here, maybe being backstage wouldn't be so stressful. As the two reach the end of the raised walkway, they both hop down to the right and Laura unstraps her belt and hands it to Madison before acknowledging a couple fans with a point and a thumbs up. It's then a dive under the ring and a jog to the middle of it. “All the time we had for life...” Madison slings the belt over her shoulder and quickly runs up the ring steps and steps through the ropes. “...thinkin' about the lives we had together.” Laura goes into a pose, arching her back, throwing her arms out and up—almost like a modeling pose—with an exaggerated smile. A smile and giggle herself from being happy Laura's let her participate with this, Madison raises the belt over her head with both hands, and sprints a circle around her sister as flashbulbs pop from all over the arena, then 'jump shoots' the belt back to Laura, who in turn takes it and heads to the, as we see it, upper right turnbuckle. She hops on the middle ropes and makes an “L” shape with her arms as more camera flashes go off in that part of the arena. She goes on a diagonal across the ring as Madison holds steady in the middle, taking this all in for the memory bank. Bryan Harris: She certainly has a much better jump shot than her sister. Alan Ducard: Would you please stop with the Laura bashing? It's really getting old. Jimmy Yates: Just a year ago, Laura wasn't viewed as much more than arm-candy for Chris Turner. Look what she's done. Look at how much she's accomplished. It's Destined For Greatness and she's not only in the Tao of Valor Title match—she's the champion! Bryan Harris: Every blind squirrel finds a nut. I wonder how many she's... Jimmy Yates: NO! Alan Ducard: Is that all you can think of when Laura is here? Dirty jokes? That's pretty sad. “Whatever gets you through today.” Laura does the same “L” pose on the second ropes, then hops down and follows it up on the turnbuckle for her corner. As Laura gets to her corner, Madison comes over. “Whatever gets you through today.” Laura gives Madison the belt and Maddie slides under the bottom rope and hands it to the timekeeper as Laura tears away her warm-up top and pants, revealing her wrestling gear of a replica Minnesota Lynx white home jersey—“34” in dark blue on the front, “34” in dark blue on the back with “SETON” in dark blue lettering beneath it; to go with white shorts featuring the Lynx logo on the lower left corner of the left leg. She slides a dark blue scrunchie off her right wrist and ties her hair into a ponytail, then removes her thin, stringlike headband—sticking out of the top portion of her shorts—and wraps it around her scalp. “Whatever gets you through today.” Still holding the smile, Laura turns to the fans and begins looking directly at select fans with cameras and holds a pose for them—then crouches down in her corner. She closes her eyes and crosses herself and we see her mouth moving, giving a quick prayer. She crosses herself again, opens her eyes, balls her right hand into a fist and kisses it, then—akin to after Albert Pujols after crossing the plate following a home run—points skywards with both hands as she looks up, before taking a hop-step, turning herself around in mid-air and heads for the middle of the ring. Jimmy Yates: Well this is it. The pyros have died down, the music has faded out, both competitors are in center ring. Two totally different demeanors represented between these two athletes, but they're both totally focused on one thing - that Tao of Valor Championship. Alan Ducard: Fair assessment, Jimmy. As carefree as Laura comes across, proving her legitimacy as champion is first and foremost in her mind. As for Moreno, with all of the distractions going on around him in his personal life, being able to channel those frustrations will work to his advantage tonight..if he can do so. Bryan Harris: If? There's not a chance in hell this angry young man is going to let Laura Seton walk out of here with that title tonight. Alan Ducard: We'll see how things play out, but he may not have a choice. There's the opening bell, and we're underway. The two competitors lock up, and Moreno quickly snaps Laura over with an armdrag. As Laura regains her feet, she's taken over with a headscissors takedown. Both athletes kip-up and Laura uses a single-leg takedown to get Moreno off of his feet. Laura drops a quick elbow and regains her footing, using her athleticism to leap into the air and drop a knee across Moreno's chest. An attempt at a second elbowdrop misses, though, as Justin rolls to the side and out of the way. As Ms. Seton tries to regain her breath, Moreno leaps high into the air himself and drop a legdrop across her chest. Like his opponent, he tries to double up, and like his opponent, meets with failure. Laura sits up and leaves Moreno to land on his tailbone on the second legdrop and she's up quickly, bouncing off the ropes and connecting with a basement dropkick to flatten J-Mo out. As Moreno sits up, Laura flips forward from behind him, snapping his neck down, and rolling through to regain her feet and land a simple straight kick to his chest. As she plays to the crowd and smiles to her sister Madison, Moreno sweeps her legs from under her, sending her crashing to the mat unexpectedly. He regains his feet and leans against the ropes to catch his breath. Alan Ducard: Blistering pace here at the beginning of the match from these two, and I'm afraid that Laura letting off the gas for a moment may have cost her a temporary advantage. Bryan Harris: A woman who can't drive? Perish the thought. Jimmy Yates: I'll apologize in advance to our sponsors for the string of stereotypes you're sure to hear from Mr. Harris during this match. I'm not so sure that having Madison out here for moral support is the best idea. Laura has already turned her attention to her sister, and paid for the distraction. Bryan Harris: I'd pay to let Maddie distrac- Alan Ducard: The ref is counting. Bryan Harris: I was saying I'd let Mad- Alan Ducard: The ref is counting. Indeed he is, up to three, as Laura looks up with a slightly confused look on her face. Moreno has composed himself somewhat and looks like he's ready to go. Laura regains her feet at the five count, and tries to explain to the ref that she wasn't anywhere near unconscious. From across the ring, Moreno mocks her by making "boo hoo" motions with his fists up to his eyes. Jimmy Yates: I think we could do without the theatrics, but in his own way, Justin Moreno is right. Laura should know the rules here. Alan Ducard: When one of these competitors is down, whether accidentally, defensively, or as a result of offense from their opponent, the referee is going to start counting until they make it back up to their feet. It's what makes this sort of match so physically demanding - there's literally no time for a rest. Seton is finishing up her conversation with the referee, and Moreno continues his misogyny, openly mocking the Tao of Valor champion from across the ring. Madison takes some offense to this,finds her way to the ring apron, and starts a minor war of words with Justin. The referee takes notice and orders Madison off the ring apron. Before resuming the action, Laura drops under the bottom rope and goes to Madison to tell her that she can't be on the apron or in the ring. Bryan Harris: Ooo, yeah..tell her she's been a bad girl. Alan Ducard: Why..They're sisters, for crying out loud! Bryan Harris: Until I see birth certificates, I'm free to pretend. Jimmy Yates: Wow. Again, though, I think the distraction of Madison may be a costly one! Moreno takes advantage of Laura's back turned and unleashes his corkscrew plancha, sending Laura crashing into Madison, who ends up sandwiched between her sister and the security railing. Moreno hops back up to the ring apron, obviously pleased with himself and playing to the crowd. Laura is quickly regaining her feet, Madison having taken the brunt of the attack. As Madison groans and tries to get back to a sitting position, Laura takes notice that her sister is the one that is worse for wear and a fire lights in her eyes as she turns her attentions - completely - to Justin Moreno. Jimmy Yates: Look out..you know what they say about a woman scorned. As Moreno smirks to the crowd, Laura grabs both ankles and pulls his legs out from under him, sending him tailbone-first to the ring apron. As he lands and slides to the floor, Laura unleashes a rapid fire series of forearms to the jaw, rocking Moreno's head back with each one. After a split-second glance in Madison's direction, Laura loads up a huge forearm that spins Moreno around and leaves him slumped against the ringpost. Sensing an opportunity to end things early, Laura takes one step back to measure and and connects with the High Hurdle enziguri while Moreno's skull is firmly pressed against the steel post. Predictably, he falls in a heap. As the referee's count begins, Laura goes to check on Madison. 1... 2... 3... Alan Ducard: High Hurdle! Given the positioning of that young man's head, this match could be over already! Jimmy Yates: Moreno is stirring, but he's still face down. And since Laura can't offer any more offense without interrupting the count, now is the time to check on Madison if she's concerned. Bryan Harris: If she's wounded, I'm sure I could figure out a way to play doctor. Jimmy Yates: You're going to get thrown in jail one day. 4... 5... 6... Laura has Madison back up to her feet, but the same can't be said for Moreno, who is just now getting to his knees, revealing a significant flow of blood from his nose. Alan Ducard: That nose absolutely MUST be broken. Jimmy Yates: That's going to make breathing for the next few days quite the task. 7.. 8... 9... At the last second, Justin Moreno finds his feet, smearing the blood off of his face with a forearm. Before he can totally clear the cobwebs, though, Laura is charging again, using a handful of hair and tights to roll him into the ring. She follows closely after, stomping away at his back, still clearly ticked off at the damage done to her sister. Moreno is constantly trying to get to his feet, but a boot to the stomach doubles him over, only to be straightened right back up by The Splits. As he staggers backwards, slightly off balance, Laura pops up, bounces off the ropes, and connects with a Thesz press. On the mat, she rolls off of Moreno, gets behind him, and locks in a tight chinlock. Bryan Harris: I had a great name for that move, but Standards and Practices told me we couldn't use it. Alan Ducard: I'll bite. What was it. *response is whispered away from the microphone, inaudible to the audience at home* Alan Ducard: A WHAT kind of diver? Moreno manages to struggle his way to his feet, pushing Laura off into the ropes. As she rebounds, he takes a wild swing with a lariat, one that she easily ducks. Off the ropes again, Justin attempts a back elbow, with nothing to show for it once again. Laura puts on the brakes, and as Moreno turns around, she catches him right in the jaw with a superkick that lays him flat on his back next to the ropes. 1... 2... 3... Jimmy Yates: And once again, Justin Moreno finds himself on the mat. With that nose busted and quite possibly broken, that superkick had to set his head to throbbing. Alan Ducard: Pain of that nature can have a disorienting effect as well. He's going to be hard pressed to find his way to his feet here. 4... 5... 6... Alan Ducard: Moreno made it to his stomach and attempted to stand, but his equilibrium is clearly off, as he simply slumped back to the mat. 7... 8... Jimmy Yates: This one looks like it's over! Laura is going to retain! 9... 1... Bryan Harris: Brilliant! He couldn't stand up, so he rolled out of the ring and simply let his feet find the floor! He's wobbly, but he's standing. Moreno is very wobbly indeed, and has his hands on his knees, doubled over and trying to clear his mind. Laura isn't about to stop pressing her advantage, though, mounting the top rope and signaling to the crowd - and Madison - that something big is on its way. She turns her back to Moreno and takes to the air with a picture perfect moonsault that never connects. As she completes the turn and begins her descent, Moreno steps slightly to the side and guides her down in an emphatic Ace Crusher. The sheer impact of the move pops Laura immediately back to her feet and ricochets her to the security railing, where she slumps over holding her head and neck/ Alan Ducard: What a counter! Incredible! Jimmy Yates: Laura was going for what certainly would have been a match ending moonsault to the floor, but Moreno was fortunate to sidestep and catch her with that devestating Ace Crusher out of nowhere! Bryan Harris: Fortunate? You don't train for years to get fortunate. As difficult as it may be to fathom, there's a very good chance that Moreno has practiced the timing on that counter and knew exactly what he was doing. Alan Ducard: Regardless, the complexion of this match has certainly changed. Moreno stalks over to Laura, shouldering past a concerned Madison along the way, and uses a handful of her hair to roll her into the ring. Once she's there, he props her up against the ropes and uses a couple of backhand chops to get the crowd's attention. With Seton propped against the ropes, Justin delivers a pair of thrust kicks to the ribs. Laura still doesn't fall, but it's not willpower that's holding her up - it's the ring ropes. Justin whips her into the ropes and connects with a leg lariat. Before the referee can even begin his count, though, Moreno stands Laura up in the middle of the ring, edging away, making sure she doesn't slump back down before he goes to the ring apron. He tests the tension on the top rope a couple of times, pulling it back before appearing satisfied. Jimmy Yates: Moreno is taking an awful lot of time here in setting up whatever it is he's doing. Bryan Harris: Are you kidding? She's not going anywhere. Moreno could have the birds and the bees talk with Madison, let me join in for illustration purposes, and still connect on whatever he's set up here. Alan Ducard: One day, you're going to be talking, and they're just going to disconnect your microphone. I hope. Bryan Harris proves prophetic, as Moreno is able to slingshot himself into the ring and connect with The Agony of The Feet, leveling Laura in mid-ring. J-Mo is quite satisfied with himself, popping up and celebrating as the referee begins his count on the fallen champion. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. Bryan Harris: Say good night, Gracie. Looks to me like Madison is going to need a chaperone on the way out of the building. I'd just like to volunteer myself for the position. 5... Jimmy Yates: Keep dreaming. Actually, stop it. It's creepy. This match isn't over yet, Laura is almost back up to her feet. 6... 7... Laura finds her feet, but has a certain glazed look in her eye that suggest she's running on instinct. As she staggers around the ring, Moreno charges and connects with his over-the-shoulder, sitout jawbreaker. Laura hits the mat in a heap, but Moreno is clearly ready to pile it on. He stomps away at her back before connecting with his standing shooting star press. He stands in front of her, letting her grab at his feet and legs in an attempt to pull herself up as the referee starts his count once again. 1... 2.. 3.. But that's as far a he gets as Moreno pulls Laura to her feet. In an uncharacteristic lack of showmanship, Moreno uses a simple headbutt to wobble Laura up before scooping her upside down in a suplex variation. Moreno holds it...holds it..but before he drops the move, lets Seton's weight settle until he has both legs cradled and his hands cinched as she rests on his shoulder. Alan Ducard: If he hits this, the match is over. Especially after that Ace Crusher! Bryan Harris: I believe somebody's battleship is about to be sunk! Moreno drops sharply to the mat, sending Laura literally bouncing off of his shoulder. He sits there smiling through the dried blood that came from his nose earlier, and gets to his feet so that the referee can begin his count. 1... 2... 3... 4.... Jimmy Yates: Madison is imploring her sister to get to her feet, but as much as it pains me to say this..it may be best to just stay down and fight another day. 5... 6... Bryan Harris: I don't think she's going to get that option, sir. Again, Justin pulls her to her feet by the hair on her scalp, clearly enjoying exposing the Tao of Valor champion in a weakened state. Moreno is openly taunting her, yelling and screaming just inches away from her face with a string of obscenities born from frustration - personal and professional. The more he yells and attempts to humiliate her, the louder the crowd roars their support for Laura. He hits the ropes and connects with his trademark Razzle Dazzle handspring - roaring elbow combination, driving her back into the corner, where she slumps down to her ass in the corner, chin on her chest, arms slumped on the middle ropes as Moreno celebrates with outstretched arms, spinning slowly to drink in the crowd reaction. Bryan Harris: That's some fancy stuff, right there. Everybody needs a little Razzle Dazzle in their life..well, except Laura, apparently. Alan Ducard: Don't look now, but I think some adrenaline may have kicked in for the champion. As Moreno completes his revolution to the crowd, Laura pulls herself up quickly and connects with her split-leg jawbreaker. The retaliation leaves her spent as well, though, and both competitors find themselves on the mat as the referee begins to count. 1... 2... Jimmy Yates: Both competitors down here, and the wear and tear of this match - emotionally and physically - has to be taking a toll on both Justin and Laura. 3... Alan Ducard: It looks like Moreno is going to be the first to his feet here. 4.... Bryan Harris: That elbow almost knocked her back into the kitchen, where she belongs! 5... Alan Ducard: How do you get to be so misogynistic in the 21st century? Moreno is up first, but Laura isn't far behind him. Laura is indeed up, but Justin is on the offensive. He pushes Laura back into the corner, using forearms at first, but devolving into straight punches to the jaw and cheekbones before simply drawing back and slapping her across the face. As he does, two things become evident in Laura's eyes. The first is that she's furious with him for the humiliation of the slap. She draws her fist back, and that's when the second thing becomes evident - she's too exhausted to do anything about it. She weakly punches Moreno in the chest, which draws a laugh from him as he slaps her again, and this time she doesn't have enough anger to override the exhaustion. The crowd is absolutely rabid, chanting for Laura loud enough to rattle the walls. Moreno drinks it in before pulling Laura out of the corner. He cradles her head in his arm, then runs forward, up the turnbuckles, and kicks over into his Handy Dandy Sledge O Matic 3000. He shoots a cold wink at Madison who is on the verge of tears, and gets to his feet. As he backs away, the referees count begins. 1.. 2.. 3.. Bryan Harris: He's worked that neck over. And she's got nothing left. The reign of the Susan B. Anthony Tao of Valor champion is just a few seconds from being over with. 4.. 5... Alan Ducard: Laura Seton is moving, but I'm not sure if she's got enough in her to actually stand up. Damn if she's not trying, though. 6... 7... 8... Jimmy Yates: She's actually made it to one knee. I don't know if she has any idea where she is, but if she can push up with that back foot, she's still in this thing! 9... 10 Bryan Harris: YES! THREE TIME CHAMPION! Alan Ducard: No! No! The referee is signaling that Laura beat the count by the slightest of margins! This one isn't over yet! Jimmy Yates: Justin Moreno is outraged! He is absolutely livid and he's letting the ref hear about it! He was certain that he had captured the Tao of Valor Championship for the third time! Bryan Harris: What a crock! Does the little lady get special treatment? Does the ref have to count to twelve for her now? Alan Ducard: The ref said she made it up just in time. It's a judgment call on his part, and he's sticking to his guns. Bryan Harris: Well it looks like Moreno isn't going to give him another chance to screw him over. Justin Moreno is livid. His face is crimson, his jaw is clenched. With two handfuls of hair, he backs Laura Seton into the corner and proceeds to lift her onto the top turnbuckle. He climbs the turnbuckles as well, and is set up for the M-80. As he hooks the arm, Madison is on the apron once again. Jimmy Yates: I'm all for her being here to support her sister, but with the state of mind that Justin Moreno is in, she needs to get clear. Now. Madison seems to realize this as well, and she retreats to the concrete floor as soon as Moreno drops down to confront her. Justin climbs the top turnbuckles again, hooks the arm, and takes flight for the M-80.....alone. As he pushes off, Laura Seton hooks her ankle under the rope and simply sits down, leaving Justin Moreno to complete the flip, but land awkwardly on his face and upper body. Blood quickly begins to pool from his broken nose. He pushes up to his hands and knees, but gets no further as Laura comes from the top rope with a flying legdrop to the back of the head. With both competitors down, the referee counts, the crowd in unison with him. 1... 2... Alan Ducard: I don't envision either of these two getting up. It's quite possible Laura Seton is going to retain with a draw here. 3... Bryan Harris: Not a chance. Moreno wants this too much. 4... 5... 6... Jimmy Yates: They're both starting to stir, but they don't have long to get to their feet! 7... Bryan Harris: Justin is back up to his hands and knees, Laura is still on her back where she does her best work. 8... Alan Ducard: Can't you just respect what she's done here tonight? Both of these wrestlers have been through hell and they both deserve the utmost respect. 9... Jimmy Yates: Oh, this is going to be close.. As the ref counts 10, Justin Moreno slumps forward onto his face again, simply spent and unable to get up. Just a couple of feet away, Laura Seton finds the energy to use a kip up to get to her feet as quickly as possible. The look on her face is one of complete shock and hope, amazed that she was able to pull off such a feat. 10! Jimmy Yates: Incredible! Absolutely Incredible! Bryan Harris: You have got to be kidding me. Josephina Colbert: Your winner of the match and STILL Tao of Valor Champion... LAURA SETON!! Alan Ducard: A tearful Madison is in the ring with Laura, propping her up and returning the title belt to her. Both of these competitors are to be commended for what they've done here tonight. Bryan Harris: If not for Madison, Laura would have taken the M-80 and a very different celebration would be going on in the ring. I'm afraid Maddie has been bad and needs a spanking. Jimmy Yates: Some things never change, do they? Congratulations to Laura Seton, and to Justin Moreno for his effort tonight.
The camera heads backstage and we find The Outlaw walking with his bag over his shoulder, still dressed in his street clothes – a black LEGACY t-shirt and blue jeans as he heads down the hall towards the dressing room area. On his way, he passes through the catering area and when he is almost out of the area, he hears a familiar voice. Adam Davis: Well, if it isn’t “The Outlaw” Greyson Blade – we haven’t talked in quite a while have we? The Outlaw turns to see not just Adam Davis but Ledge seated at the table as well. The Outlaw: No, no we haven’t Adam … Adam Davis: You have a big match tonight – John Thomas – good luck with that man. I know if I had someone calling me out on my past that I wouldn’t take it lightly. Maybe you should do more than just beat him tonight. Dude taking things to a personal level? Trying to stain the very reputation you have built? Greyson raises an eyebrow and takes a step closer to Davis. The Outlaw: Just what are you getting at Davis …? Adam Davis: Well, you are “The Outlaw” right? You were with us in OPW. It’s not just about beating a guy, it’s about sending a message and making a statement. These little bitches running around here act like there isn't a "real" consequence for their actions. It’s all a fairy tale. Sure, you could pin Thomas and maybe he moves on down the road, but what about the next guy or the time after that? You may want to send a clear message this time that they won't forget. There’s a sparkle in Adam’s eye as he looks up to Greyson with a smile. The Outlaw: You mean like how you attacked Marion? You mean like how you’ve attacked Diego? Adam Davis: Exactly. The Outlaw looks at both Ledge and Davis, his eyes never leaving them as Davis and Ledge smile to one another. The Outlaw: I am The Outlaw guys, and I will wager my will to succeed against anyone – but there’s a right way to do things, and a wrong way. I would have thought with all that both of you have suffered, all that you both have lost that you would have learned there are some lines you simply shouldn’t cross. Right now I see before me Adam Davis and Nick Ledgerwood – two the best that OPW had to offer, and now two guys that I can see as being the future of LEGACY and this industry. However, lately when I’ve seen both of you in that ring? I could have sworn I was watching someone like DeMitri, The Judge, or dare I say Kenji Yamada … Davis’ eyes narrow and Ledge looks as if he could kill Greyson for even suggesting that … Kenji having cost each of them so much in different ways. Adam even throws his right arm out instinctively to make sure Ledge doesn't jump out of his seat. The Outlaw: Make all the statements you want guys … but realize you’re walking that line, and realize once you cross that line, there may be no going back. Davis kind of gives a little laugh and shakes his head. Adam Davis: You know, Blade, in this day and age, exactly how does one define where the ine is? As far as Ledge and I are concerned, things aren't so black and white. Davis looks to Ledge, who nods back and Adam coolly looks back up with a smirk. Adam Davis: Wrestling changed Greyson. Maybe we’ve changed too. It’s become clear to us that this isn’t some sanitized 1950s western. Wearing the white hat all the time isn't going to get you some shiny badge and the girl. It gets you beat, and it gets you hurt. We learned a lot down South, and we’re aiming to take what we’ve learned and bring it to the LEGACY masses. We are only trying to take this blob of unemotional and boring dough that is LEGACY and mold it into something worth remembering. You'll catch on, Gresyon – really I think you will, it just might take some time. Blade tilts his head slightly, letting his eyes burn through Davis. Blade: Right now you know where I stand. I've said my peace. Davis: Fair enough big guy, but before you head off and get ready for your match tonight - Nick and I – we know your roots in this industry, want to wish you the best of luck tonight... or hopefully we can be congratulating the Heartless Bastard if it all goes well. Greyson bristles at the mention of his former moniker, his former life – and he shakes his head in silence as he stalks off down the hallway, leaving Davis and Ledge with smiles on their faces – their work done for now.
Static. Shitty quality. A shaky camera. "I can't say I wasn't... I wasn't always like this..." Then there's a shot in greyscale. He stands in a forest. He's alone. Alone physically, but a slave to his thoughts. His mind runs rampant. These days drag on. And the urges grew stronger. "I don't only strive to be this... I fucking revel in it." And there's a single, solitary shot of a vulture on a powerline. The colors are dull. The footage is sub par. "I've been born and reborn again. I've recreated myself time and time again." And that's when we get a single shot of his face. He sports a simple black hoodie... a black bandana tied around his mouth with the lower half of a skull over it in white. "I'm putting back the pieces." Static ensues. An annoying, obnoxiously loud buzz sounds. And then it's back to black. "To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you, As Joy Division's "Shadowplay" begins to pick up, a short clip starts to fade in. It's Devastation... and the man who opposes him is blurred. All we see is a leg outstretched that strikes Devastation in the center of his chest, laying him on his back. "In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more, Then another familiar face. It's Conor McLellan. This time we see a clip of him in the scaffolding above an arena crowd. He's screaming... everything fades to greyscale. Everything but the crimson mask that covers his face. "And with cold steel, odor on their bodies made a move to connect, And finally, we see Stephen Rawlings. He leaps off of the top turnbuckle, only to be met by a straight kick to the chest by our blurred enigma. As he lays motionless, the feed starts to die. It's black. The music starts to die out, and we hear nothing but audio. "So, after speaking with those close to you... they've stated that this is your second coming. In what way do you see it?" His voice is protected by a deep voice mask. "This isn't a second coming..." One last single shot starts to fade in. It's a man hunched over in a wooden chair, in what seems to be a dimly lit and for the most part empty room. We see nothing but his silhouette... and his hands... "This is an extermination." And in his hand he clenches one identifiable object from his past. A black mask. End feed.
Yellow smiley face on jumbotron. Duct tape slides across screen, ripping off, covering mouth. Eyes open wide. Logo becomes real face and eyes of Frank Garvin. "Rain Parade" by Atomic Opera. Lights flash slowly around arena, moving with music. Black cordorouy pants, forest green sleeveless shirt. Grizzly smile. Roll of duct tape in each hand, held by unrolled strand. Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, in this No Limits style contest... Weighing in at 324 pounds, hailing from Colorado Springs... FRANK... GARVIN!! Halfway to ring, duct tape starts to swing like child curing boredom. Lock eyes with Josephina, raises a roll. Announcer makes her exit. Bryan Harris: Looks like Miss Colbert wasn't such a fan of what Frank might've been trying to say just then... Jimmy Yates: Gee, I can't imagine why not! Ring apron, steps over top rope, walking to where Josephina exited, eyes her prize before turning his back to wait. Alan Ducard: That’s a strange, scary man right there. I mean…we have no idea of knowing what is going through his demented mind right now. Jimmy Yates: Except that it’s probably not good. The lights dim in the arena, but do not go out. Instead, they take on a blue haze that intensifies point of entry for the wrestlers. As close to simultaneously as possible, the opening licks of "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent barge into the arena. After a few seconds, Hazard emerges through the curtain. He's dressed to fight, not to wrestle. From the ground up, he's wearing EXTREMELY broken in brown cowboy boots. A well worn, ripped in one knee, and carrying the occasional (apparent) bloodstain pair of jeans is secured by a wide brown belt..the sort that has two latches on the buckle instead of one. He's wearing a light brown "The Who" t-shirt with the sleeves cut out and only the classic bullseye logo on the front. His fists are heavily taped up to the middle of his forearms, and there is a name written on each chunk of white tape. On the left arm, "Andrea". On the right arm, "Shane Jr." His head is down, and his brown hair is already wet, hanging around his face, shielding it from view. As Josephina Colbert begins the introduction, his hands are shaking and fidgeting - an obvious sign of nerves. Josephina Colbert: FROM HUNTINGTON, WEST VIRGINIA...weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and FORTY EIGHT pounds..this is the ONE.. MAN.. RIOT.... THIS... IIIIIIIS... HAAAAZAARRRRD!!! As Stranglehold continues to play, Hazard begins to pace quickly, head still down. He stops in front of the curtain, facing directly to the left of the entrance, and he squats down. Elbows on his knees, he remains motionless for just a few moments before reaching up and using a rubber band to pull the top half of his hair back into a ponytail, away from his face. As Nugent begins the second verse with "Gonna cruise is a bitch now, baby", Hazard stands straight up and breaks into a dead sprint for the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and looking to engage Garvin in a slugfest right off the bat. Bryan Harris: This one is going to get really ugly really quick. Hazard, surprisingly, does not charge right in. He simply stays put and stares across the ring at Garvin. Garvin smiles, swinging the duck tape back and forth. Hazard rolls his knuckles, glaring a hole into Garvin. Don Bower simply looks at both men, not sure what to do about the duct tape, considering it’s a No Limits match. Jimmy Yates: That’s a cold, hateful stare in Hazard’s eyes right there. Bryan Harris: That’s fear. Look at him. No idea what to do in this environment. He’ll crack, and Garvin will destroy him. Don Bower shrugs, just happy Hazard and Garvin haven’t completely destroyed each other. The bell rings. And Hazard is across the ring in a second, peppering Garvin with lefts and rights! Alan Ducard: Contents under pressure will explode, and boy, have they exploded here! Jimmy Yates: The tension and anger has built up, and now, Hazard is letting loose EVERYTHING he’s held back. Garvin takes quite the beating, but he eventually uses his size advantage to push Hazard away, but Hazard stays relentless, getting in close and slamming Garvin with elbows and knees! Garvin again is able to push Hazard away, and again, Hazard is back in quick before Garvin can react! Hazard continues to pepper Garvin with punches, eventually knocking Garvin out of the ring. Hazard lets out a shout of anger, tearing off his shirt and throwing it aside. Jimmy Yates: THAT was an onslaught. Garvin is actually already bleeding slightly from the mouth after that attack. Bryan Harris: Blood is what Garvin wants. This is all apart of his plan. Alan Ducard: Getting the holy bloody hell beat out of him is part of his plan? Jimmy Yates: To be fair…it’s Garvin. Hazard gets out of the ring and goes back on the assault, throwing punches at Garvin. Frank begins to laugh as he takes punch after punch, occasionally pushing Hazard away, which really only causes Hazard to continue to push forward. Garvin finally pushes Hazard away, and when Hazard pushes forward, Garvin SLAMS Hazard in the face with the roll of duct tape! It’s enough to stagger Hazard so that Garvin can throw his own fists at Hazard’s face. After three shots, the much larger Garvin is able to knock Hazard flat on his back. Bryan Harris: Told you! The tide turns!! Garvin grabs Hazard and peppers him with punch after punch. Hazard tries to shake Garvin off, but Frank is too strong and too dominating. Finally, after backing Hazard up with punches, Garvin just SHOVES Hazard into the steps, causing Hazard to spill awkwardly to the floor. Alan Ducard: The tide has turned. Jimmy Yates: Garvin has some crazy sick power, and Hazard is feeling it now. Garvin smiles lightly has he turns to the ring and begins to dig underneath. Garvin comes out with a long wooden weapon. Jimmy Yates: Is that a- Alan Ducard: A pool stick? Bryan Harris: Why is that there? Hazard is on his knees, trying to stand up using the safety barriers. Garvin winds back and SLAMS the pool stick into Hazard’s back, a loud crack echoing through the arena and a loud “OOO” coming from the crowd. Alan Ducard: OUCH! OUCH OUCH OUCH! Bryan Harris: That was SOOO sick! Jimmy Yates: No, seriously, why was that under the ring? Garvin backs off, though, laughing. He actually allows Hazard to get back up. Garvin then hands the pool stick to Hazard and points at his head, actually asking for Hazard to hit him with the stick. Jimmy Yates: This man is insane. Hazard looks at the pool stick, and then looks back at Garvin. Hazard shakes his head ‘no’ and SLAMS a kick to the stomach of Garvin. Hazard throws the pool stick down and starts throwing SERIOUS bombs into the head of Garvin, before grabbing Garvin by the hair and tossing him into the ring. Hazard slides in and grabs a hold of Garvin, taking a side mount. He proceeds to drop elbows to the face of Garvin and knees to the body. Garvin begins to bleed from the mouth and nose, smiling the whole time. Garvin finally is able to shove Hazard off and scrambles to his feet, but Hazard is up quicker, and he launches knees into Garvin’s body. Garvin, however, powers out again and shoves Hazard into the ropes. Garvin dashes forward, clotheslining Hazard out of the ring. Hazard, however, lands on his feet. Garvin stays in the ring, laughing at Hazard, motioning for him to come in, his face a bloody mess. Hazard paces for a moment, frustrated that, no matter how horrible Garvin looks, Garvin is still laughing. Hazard finally snaps and goes over to the ring bell, motioning for Colbert to get out of the ring. Bryan Harris: HERE IT IS! HE’S SNAPPED! Hazard slides in the ring with the chair. He looks at Garvin and points to the chair, yelling “Is this what you want?!” Garvin nods, smiling. Hazard looks at the chair. Then at Garvin. And he mouthes no! The fans cheer as Hazard SPEARS Garvin to the ground, allowing Garvin to be in full guard but dropping vicious blows left and right! Don Bower asks for Hazard to get off, but being this match is No Limits, there is nothing Bower can do. Garvin manages to power out again, pushing Hazard away again. They both scramble, and when they are both up, they begin trading blows. Hazard throws faster shots, but Garvin’s are more powerful. Hazard is eventually knocked flat, and when he gets up, he’s knocked flat again by a running big boot! Hazard is not able to get up so quickly this time, but Garvin lifts him to his feet with one hand. Hazard is thrown to the ropes, and Garvin attempts the spinebuster, but Hazard catches the head and spins through, dropping him with a DDT! Hazard holds on, wraps his legs, and locks on a tight Guillotine Choke! Alan Ducard: That choke is TIGHT! Bryan Harris: Garvin will be fine. Hazard doesn’t have the strength to really finish this. Hazard holds on tightly, wrenching in the hold. Garvin’s face starts turning red, yet, through the blood, you can still see the man smile. Garvin begins to stand up, actually getting to a vertical base, but Hazard still has the choke on! Hazard grimaces as Garvin smiles, focusing all his power in finishing Garvin with the choke. Hazard begins to cry out “TAP!”, but Garvin seems to be having fun with this, and he does not show any signs of giving up. Jimmy Yates: Garvin is not going to give up. If Hazard wants this choke to work, he’s going to have to choke Garvin unconscious. Bryan Harris: But if this does not work, Hazard’s arms are going to be complete mush. Garvin lets out a sick laugh before falling flat, again taking a bump to the head. Hazard continues to pull. Don Bower raises Garvin’s arm up, and it falls limp. Don Bower raises Garvin’s arm again, and again, it falls limp. Bower raises Garvin’s arm and a third time… And it stays up. Garvin clinches his fest and again begins to push his way to his feet. Hazard continues to pull, Garvin continues to rise. Hazard clothes his eyes and lets out a yell, squeezing even tighter. Garvin gets on his knees! Hazard opens his eyes, and as the camera closes in, you can see the look of frustration and hopelessness cross his face. Garvin is up to his feet! Jimmy Yates: Something has got to give here! With one final yell…. Hazard releases the hold, and both men collapse to the ground. Both men begin to get to their feet, Garvin coughing, sputtering, and laughing. Hazard’s arms are clearly on fire as he slowly tries to find the strength to stand. Both men get to their feet and turn to face one another. Hazard staggers forward and lands a punch to Garvin, causing Garvin to stumble back against the ropes. However, Garvin uses the bounce on the ropes to stumble forward, slamming Hazard in the face with a punch. Hazard stumbles back, using the ropes to keep standing. Garvin charges in and attempts another big punch, but Hazard ducks out of the way and suddenly comes alive, hitting the ropes and leaping high with flying forearm! Garvin, however, does not fall. Hazard is able to irish whip Garvin and hits the opposite ropes, meeting Garvin in the middle with a clothesline! But Garvin does not fall. Hazard, however, transitions to a body lock and grimaces as he lifts and DROPS Garvin with a belly to belly suplex! Hazard pins, hooking the leg! ONE! Garvin lifts the shoulder up! Hazard drops a few elbows to Garvin’s bloody face before getting up and going to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs up quickly and leaps in the air, slamming down on Garvin with a leg drop! Hazard pins, hooking the leg! ONE! Garvin gets the shoulder up again! Hazard throws a few punches and goes to another turnbuckle, climbing up and leaping off with a frog splash! Again, Hazard hooks the leg for the pin! ONE! Garvin kicksout with authority! Hazard looks incredibly frustrated as he backs up to the corner. Still, Hazard keeps focused, waiting for Garvin to get back up. Garvin gets to his knees, facing Hazard, and Hazard charges, SLAMMING Garvin with a MEAN Shining Wizard! Alan Ducard: That knee was ridiculous! More blood from Garvin’s face as Hazard pins! ONE! TWO-KICKOUT! With authority! Hazard falls backwards, staring up into the sky, mouthing “What do I do?” Bryan Harris: Hazard realizes now that there is NOTHING he can do to keep Garvin down. Garvin sits up, laughing. Bryan Harris: Nothing. Garvin and Hazard now get up at the same time. Hazard again charges in with punches, and Garvin eats a few just to get Hazard in close. Garvin lashes out and wraps his arms around Hazard. It looks almost like a hug until Garvin violently tosses Hazard into the turnbuckle, causing Hazard to crumble. Garvin wipes blood from his face. He bends down and begins to draw something with his blood on the mat. It’s a smiley face. Jimmy Yates: That’s just twisted. Garvin goes back to Hazard and begins to plant stomps down on Hazard. Hazard is exhausted by this point, while it seems that, despite the blood loss, Garvin is just getting started. Garvin grabs Hazard’s head and lifts him up, placing a few punches to Hazard’s face. Garvin then tosses Hazard out of the ring and follows him out. Alan Ducard: This is going to get ugly. Bryan Harris: Don’t piss yourself Alan. Garvin grabs Hazard’s throat with both hands and throws him into the safety barriers. Garvin then digs underneath the ring, pulling out a steel chair. He then pulls out a table. He still digs, though, pulling out what appears to be a window wrapped in barbed wire. Jimmy Yates: It looks like he cut that out of a house. Bryan Harris: Probably Hazard’s house. You know, after he was done with Hazard’s wife. Alan Ducard: Not cool Bryan. Garvin slides the table and the window into the ring. He then takes the chair and just THROWS it in the face of Hazard! Hazard begins to bleed as he struggles to get up, but Garvin picks the chair back up and SLAMS Hazard’s back with it! Hazard goes limp, but Garvin slams him two more chair shots, just for safety. Garvin then throws the chair on the ground, grabs Hazard by the back of the neck and lifts him up to his feet. He then lifts Hazard higher and SLAMS Hazard with a reverse chokeslam on the chair! Bryan Harris: Future champion of LEGACY, right there, putting an end to the career of the One Man Suckfest. Jimmy Yates: This is getting hard to watch. Garvin picks Hazard up and throws him in the ring. Garvin follows slowly, which doesn’t much matter, as Hazard is practically lifeless. Garvin stands over Hazard and bends down, locking in a camel clutch, but instead of hooking under the chin, Garvin sticks his blood covered hands in Hazard’s mouth, pulling his face back into a grin! Hazard grimaces, grunting in pain. Garvin just smiles through his blood soaked face, enjoying giving back the pain he’d taken from Hazard. Garvin, however, is not looking to finish the match. He tosses Hazard to the ground and grabs the table, setting it up in the corner. Garvin lifts Hazard up and tries to irish whip Hazard to the table, but Hazard collapses to the ground in exhausted. Again, Garvin lifts Hazard up, but this time, Hazard blocks the whip and launches a kick to the knees of Garvin. Garvin buckles, and Hazard launches punches into the face of Garvin. Hazard grabs Garvin by the hair and shoulder and just LAUNCHES Garvin… Through the table, head and shoulder first! The crowd erupts in cheers from the come back by Hazard! Bryan Harris: There it is! He snapped! He used a weapon! Hazard has been broken! Jimmy Yates: I…I don’t think Hazard is the broken one here. Alan Ducard: Frank Garvin has stopped…smiling. Frank Garvin clutches his shoulder and grimaces in pain. Hazard looks across the ring, staring at Garvin, a look of clarity on his face. He smiles. And he leaves the ring, grabbing the pool stick from earlier. Alan Ducard: He has snapped folks, and now, I think The One Man Riot is going to snap Garvin. Frank gets up to his knees, but is quickly brought back down by a VICIOUS pool stick shot to his back. Garvin arches his back, which allows Hazard an easy shot at his chest. Garvin falls to the mat, grimacing in pain. Hazard grabs Garvin by the hair and lifts him back up, slamming the pool stick into the head of Garvin. Garvin goes limp, falling flat on his face. Hazard slams the pool stick into the back of Garvin a couple more times, waking Garvin up, but causing him to grimace in great pain. Garvin is on his hands and knees, and Hazard drives the pool stick onto Garvin’s head, snapping it in two. Hazard lets out a primal scream as he throws the pool stick away. He then looks over at the window wrapped in barbed wire and smiles again. Jimmy Yates: Garvin isn’t smiling now. I think we are about to see the end of this match. Alan Ducard: Garvin got this man’s family involved. I think if he can get away with it, he may kill Frank tonight. Bryan Harris: Come on Frank! Get’em! Hazard lifts Frank up and turns him around. He lifts up, looking for the Flatscan, but he’s weakened and isn’t able to lift up Garvin. The fans begin to cheer “ONE-MAN-RI-OT!” to give Hazard the strength, but he’s exhausted. Garvin suddenly comes to, and he throws an elbow that catches Hazard on the nose. Garvin suddenly whips around, ducks down, and lifts Hazard high before bringing him down with a Spinebuster Bomb on the barbed wire window!! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! Bryan Harris: YES! HE’S BACK! THIS ONE IS OVER! Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t be too sure, Bryan. Alan Ducard: Garvin may have hit a huge move, but neither man is moving. Hazard rolls on the ground. You can see the blood pouring from his back. Garvin lies flat on the ground, not smiling, not doing anything. Alan Ducard: This could end in a draw if neither man can get up. While there is no ten count, if Don Bower declares neither man able to get up, this match will be declared a draw. Both men begin to stir. They both work their way to their feet, with Garvin being up just a little bit quicker. Garvin stalks forward to Hazard and throws a wild punch. Garvin spins all the way around with the punch, and though Hazard eats the punch, he stays put and catches Garvin from behind. He then locks around the waist again and this time, with a burst of strength and a scream, Hazard DROPS Garvin with the Flatscan. Hazard pins! ONE! TWO! THREE-Hazard lets Garvin up! He looks at the barbed wire and glass pile. He then glares down at Garvin. Jimmy Yates: He could have had this won, but Hazard has chosen to make this match continue. Alan Ducard: He’s got evil intentions now. Bryan Harris: This is just sick now… Hazard stands up and takes his belt off. He loops the belt around Garvin’s neck and drags Garvin over to the barbed wire and glass. Hazard pulls up hard on the belt, choking Garvin. He then slams his foot into Garvin’s face, pushing Frank’s face into the barbed wire and glass! The crowd is silent as Garvin cries out in pain. Blood is pouring from both competitors, and Hazard has a crazed look in his eyes. Don Bower can’t take anymore. Bower calls for the bell and attempts to pull Hazard off! Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been called due to referee stoppage. Your winner…THE ONE MAN RIOT…HAAAAZAAAARD!!!! The crowd remains silent as Bower continues to try and pull Hazard off. Finally, after a few more moments, Hazard realizes what he’s doing and releases. He surveys the scene, a look of both horror and satisfaction on his face. He looks down at Garvin and spits on him. Medical team comes down to check on both Garvin and Hazard, but Hazard blows right by them, heading up the ramp and exiting. Jimmy Yates: Hazard snapped, and…I can’t tell if this is what Garvin really wanted. The levels that Hazard went to, it’s just- Alan Ducard: Wait, Jimmy, look. Garvin has been helped to sit up. He’s a bloody mess. There is blood on just about every part of Garvin’s body. The extent of the damage done to Garvin can’t be completely known, but it’s got to be horrible. And yet, amidst the glass, blood, and barbs… Garvin smiles. Bryan Harris: Hazard snapped. |
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