Josephina Colbert: Our next match is set for one fall and is for the LEGACY WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The entire crowd cheers, knowing they’re about to be treated to an important match between two top competitors.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, the challenger…

A sinister white glow falls over the arena, it’s almost like a total whiteout, sending blinding illumination into the crowd for a few seconds before the lights return to normal, albeit still quite bright. “Don’t Fear The Reaper” begins to assault Madison Square Garden’s audio system, serenading the masses in Blue Oyster Cult’s classic while simultaneously warning the crowd of the arrival of the white demon.

Josephina Colbert: Standing at 7 feet tall and weighing 315 pounds… The Pale Rider… Issaaaaaaac Ennnnnnnnntragian!!

Instead of Entragian, several large security guards begin to file out from the curtains, each and every man wearing a black uniform with a duty belt and a stun gun strapped to every hip. The security guards begin to line up along either side of the elevated walkway, each man facing each other, and as the camera zooms in on a particular security officer we see beads of perspiration standing out on the man’s head, as though he dreads what’s coming.

Alan Ducard: What is the bloody meaning of this? We’ve got an army of security guards out here.

Bryan Harris: It’s a mind game Alan, can’t you see that? Entragian’s playing X-Calibur like a fiddle, playing on his fear, trying to bring on that early level of intimidation.

The camera begins to zoom past the lines of security officers, flashing off silver badges as we make our way towards the curtains, and it’s here that we get our first glimpse of THE IVORY TERROR.

“ALL OUR TIMES HAVE COME!!!”

The seven foot albino mastodon is strapped to a gurney that stands vertical, with Elizabeth Gaunt pushing Issac out onto the head of the ramp via the gurney’s wheels. Issac is belted in along the chest and the legs, and wrapped firmly around his upper body is a white straightjacket, which he appears to be squirming against, his eyes practically bursting out of their sockets with malice. The bottom portion of Entragian’s face is covered with a Hannibal Lecter style mask, yet behind the mask Issac gnashes those cannibalistic teeth together, his forked tongue vibrating in his mouth to the pressure of his theme song as it shakes the arena.

Liz is dressed in a skimpy white nurse’s uniform, all white lace and milky white skin covered in tattoo ink. She wears a little nurse’s cap over her black and blonde hair, and a seductive smirk is plastered across her face as she wheels Issac and sits the cart down, so that he’s facing the ring from the top of the walkway.

Jimmy Yates: That’s a good look for Entragian. That lunatic needs to be all tied down, society would be better off if he was a ward of the state.

Alan Ducard: This is sending shivers down my spine, so freakish…

Liz moves in front of Issac, grinning at the crowd and flaunting herself as she leans towards her man, showing the smooth white lace of her panties beneath her nurse’s skirt. Very slowly she begins to release the belts that bind him to the gurney, working from chest all the way down to the legs. The belts fall away, and Issac takes a step forward away from the gurney. In one fluid motion Liz is behind him, her skilled fingertips working the strings of the straightjacket, and after a moment Issac shakes it off, allowing it to fall to the floor. Liz makes one final movement, pulling the mask from his face. Once the bite-mask is removed, the pale rider grins that predator’s grin, white hair framing the face of an absolute deviant. As the cameras travel up and down Issac’s body we see that he’s also wearing wrist and ankle shackles that are connected to a chain down his middle. Liz leans in a plants a rosy kiss on Issac’s pale cheek, and as if on cue, the pale hell beast begins to shuffle across the elevated walkway towards the ring.

Bryan Harris: You see that X? I hope you’re watching from backstage, because that’s your death heading to the ring… allow me to quote the Bible, boys “And I looked and behold, a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was death, and HELL followed with him.”

Jimmy Yates: Suddenly you’re a religious man Bry?

Bryan Harris: Nah, just a guy who knows how to call it when he sees it.

Six foot bursts of flame begin to shoot up from the top of the ramp as Liz makes her exit, and all of the security guards bring their stun guns up and train the laser sights on Issac as he stalks towards the ring. The albino grins through this, swinging his head from side to side, his chains jingling as he walks. The security guards follow his progress with their weapons, each man looking like he’d like to be anywhere else in the world right now
Once Issac makes it to the apron, the head security guards steps forward with a key in his hand as the other guards continue to aim their weapons at The Pale Rider.

Very slowly and cautiously, the guard unlocks Issac’s wrist shackles, followed by his ankle shackles, and Issac steps out of them, allowing his chains to drop to the floor. The albino takes a moment to glare down at his own free hands, a look of sick satisfaction crossing his face. The guards quickly withdraw, leaving Entragian to duck between the top and middle ropes and enter the ring. Once there, the monster cocks his head to the side, simply smiling at the camera. There’s a glint in his sadistic eyes, and it promises rivers of blood before this night ends.

Alan Ducard: Here’s the calm coming over the fans, and they’re waiting for the champion’s name to be called.

Bryan Harris: Mark my words – this is the last time X-Calibur is going to be introduced as a champion in his career. Not only is Issac going to win tonight… he’s going to put X-Calibur away for good.

Josephina Colbert: And his opponent…

BOW DOWN, BITCHES!!

“Harvester of Sorrow” hits the speakers and the fans erupt for the legendary X-Calibur, having waited through Issac’s entrance and then through a few moments of silence. The lights in the arena are immediately dimmed to a soft glow; a spotlight fixated on the curtains; the fans grow to a manic state of excitement as they await their LEGACY World Champion to appear.

Josephina Colbert: Standing at 6 feet 2 inches… weighing in at 241 pounds… he is your LEGACY WOOOOOORLD CHAMPION…. He is the LEGENDARY X-CAL-I-BUR!!!

Mere moments pass, moments that feel as long as forever and a day, before the curtains part and a very focused, determined looking Heavyweight Champion of the World makes a bee-line for the elevated entranceway. Fireworks explode above the ring, around the ring, above the entrance ramp, beside the entrance ramp, and just about anywhere one could imagine fireworks exploding during an overly extravagant entrance.

Bryan Harris: Gimme a BREAK! I don’t think he had quite enough fireworks...

Alan Ducard: He’s the World Champion. He’s a proven world Champion. He’s a World Champion who’s been involved in some of the greatest matches this organization has ever seen. Quite bloody frankly, he can do whatever he pleases as far as entrances go.

Jimmy Yates: Well said, Alan.

Paying no mind to the fireworks, X-Calibur’s eyes remained focused on the ring and seven-foot albino challenger standing inside of it. X-Calibur jostles through the sea of outstretched extremities protruding up from the barricade, reaching down with an outstretched arm and bumping fists with excited fans, his eyes never ONCE wavering from the man physically imposing opponent standing tall inside of the ring, almost salivating at the mouth at his chance to take away what means most to X-Calibur. That feeling in the pit of his stomach, a mixed bag of pleasure, anticipation and dread fluttered through his soul like a sharp gust of wind through a dying leaf. He is ready for this uphill battle. As ready as he will ever be.

Alan Ducard: We’re just moments away from what might very well be the greatest World Championship match in the history of this business as X-Calibur, an unquestioned Hall of Famer – squares off against Issac Entragian…

Bryan Harris: A man who is about to embark on a championship run which will cause people to say a year from now that he will be considered an unquestioned Hall of Famer, too.

As the opening bell rings, X-Calibur drops the LEGACY World Championship and rushes across to Issac where he leaps up and drills the Pale Rider in the face with a forearm, staggering him back into the corner. A couple hooking punches to the ribs gains X-Calibur the full advantage, but when he steps up onto the second turnbuckle to get a better position to drill Issac in the head, Entragian puts his hands on X’s chest and shoves him backwards into a roll.

Planting his feet, X-Calibur charges back in and looks to continue the assault, but Issac fires back at him first, landing a hard right hand before stepping in and drilling a headbutt that rocks the champion back a few steps. Taking a step back, Issac puts just enough distance between himself and X, then moves forward quickly and tries for a Yakuza kick, but X-Calibur ducks underneath it.

Jimmy Yates: Good job of X to avoid that kick, and now he shoots Issac off into the ropes… OH!!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur looking for that dropkick on the return, but Issac hooked the ropes with his arms and stopped his momentum, and X-Calibur ends up on the mat.

Issac moves in and drives an elbow smash onto X’s shoulder as he tries to get up, then he takes the champ by the wrist and tries to send him off with an irish whip. X-Calibur shuffles his feet quickly and then pulls Issac back in towards him, leaping off the ground and tackling the challenger down to the mat, remaining in a mounted position for the Lou Thesz press punches, the crowd getting more and more excited with each fist that connects.

A flurry of swinging arms helps Issac block X-Calibur’s assault, and then hooking X around the neck, Issac pulls him in and opens his mouth wide, taking his teeth to the side of X’s face. Referee Klinton Porter moves in and admonishes Issac, but it’s X-Calibur who forces his opponent off of him, slamming his fist into the side of Issac’s head, connecting on the ear.

Bryan Harris: The ear?! Seriously, who hits another man on the EAR?!

Jimmy Yates: That any less acceptable than BITING someone?!

As Issac rolls away, he spits a bit of blood out of his mouth, turning that portion of the mat a shade of pink. The cameras switch to show a young woman in the front row who looks appauled by what she just saw.

Alan Ducard: Blood coming out of Issac’s mouth, though to be honest I don’t see that he’s really broken the skin on X-Calibur’s face…

Jimmy Yates: It has to be from those punches by the champ!! That’s a change I can get behind!

Bryan Harris: What, not into the vampire craze that’s going on?

Jimmy Yates: I’ve never seen True Blood, if that’s what you’re asking.

Bryan Harris: I actually pictured you as a Twilight fan.

As both competitors get to their feet, X goes for the irish whip this time, but Issac reverses it and sends X-Calibur into the corner. Just before he gets there, X-Calibur hops with one foot up onto the second turnbuckle, uses his momentum and spins around, hops down and towards the middle of the ring, looking to quickly turn the tides on the challenger. Issac is ready for the attack, though, and he takes a couple quick steps forward and leans down a bit and sends an uppercut to the jaw which drops X back down into the corner. Stalling momentarily, Issac then charges in and dives, connecting with the side of X-Calibur’s face with a huge diving forearm.

With X-Calibur stunned, Issac remains on his knees, reaches in and starts choking the life out of the champion. Klinton Porter rushes in and admonishes Entragian, who stops choking and just takes X by the wrist and hoists him up to his feet. The moment they’re both back to a vertical base, Issac throws his arm out and grabs X by the throat. Trying to avoid whatever’s next, X-Calibur shoots a leg out and kicks Issac in the leg, but that only stuns the Pale Rider momentarily. Not relinquishing his grip, Issac uses his other arm to send a clubbing blow down on X-Calibur, connecting with the side of the champ’s head.

Alan Ducard: It looked like X-Calibur might get something going with that kick, but Issac continues to hold on… he lifts X-Calibur up off his feet….

Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD!!

Hoisting X-Calibur’s feet high off the mat, Issac turns and sends the champion over the top rope with a chokeslam that causes X-Calibur to bounce off the edge of the apron before falling to the arena floor below, eliciting a chant from the New Yorker crowd of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!”.

Alan Ducard: Normally I’m not such the fan of that particular chant, but in this case, it seems as though it might be warranted. X-Calibur took a huge spill there, and I’m unsure of whether hitting the apron was good because it kept him from falling 10 feet to the arena floor, or whether it was bad because most of his bodyweight crashed into that steel lining of the ring apron.

Bryan Harris: One way or another, that’s the beginning of the end, Al.

After sneering into the camera, Issac lifts his leg and puts it over the top rope, stepping down onto the apron, the following suit with his other leg before casually dropping down to the arena floor.

Jimmy Yates: God bless X-Calibur, he’s struggling for all he’s worth, trying to work his way up off the ground so he’ll be able to fight back, but it’s not going to be soon enough.

Grabbing X-Calibur by the hair, Issac hoists him up off the ground and slams a forearm shot to the back of his shoulders. Sensing X is stunned, Entragian moves over and leans the champion up against the steel security guardrail and then sneers at the fans in the front row. After first backing up against the ring apron, Issac charges in and again tries to kick X-Calibur in the head, but the champion drops down to the arena floor to evade the kick.

Fans in the front row immediately dash to one side or another to avoid getting struck by the Pale Rider, who now finds himself straddling the guardrail. Moving a few feet away, X-Calibur turns and dives forwards, sending Entragian over the guardrail with a clothesline.

Bryan Harris: Why is it that unless he’s confined by a steel cage, X-Calibur’s matches always seem to end up in the crowd?!

Jimmy Yates: I guess it just so happens that his past couple matches have been pretty heated, and he feels it’s a necessary evil to show his opponent how he feels.

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur hasn’t followed the challenger into the seating area just yet, but as he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and heads right back out of the ring the same way he entered, I’m supposing that by breaking the count, X-Calibur intends to continue the fight amongst the audience.

Putting his feet down on the arena floor, X-Calibur shakes some cobwebs loose and then climbs over the steel barricade just as Issac starts to get up off the ground. Moving in quickly, X-Calibur sends a kick to Issac’s ribs which flip him over onto his back, his momentum carrying him into a full rotation, causing Issac to end up face down again.

Grabbing Issac by the hair, X-Calibur scoops him up off the arena floor, lifts the Ivory Terror off his feet and then throws him back down with a bodyslam. Entragian’s back arches up, obviously in a lot of pain. Seeing the gap between Issac and the floor, X-Calibur sends a swift kick into that gap, connecting with the middle of Entragian’s back and flipping him over once again.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know why X-Calibur event went back into the ring, ‘cause Klinton Porter doesn’t seem to have any plans of counting either of these guys out.

Jimmy Yates: The front office doesn’t want this match – the World Championship Main Event on their FLAGSHIP pay per view – to end in a count out or disqualification, so I’d guess that things are going to be pretty lenient, as you’ve already seen.

Alan Ducard: I would surmise that so long as this doesn’t transpire into a weapons-filled melee as we saw earlier with the No Limits Championship match, most anything would go.

Picking up a chair vacated by a fan, X-Calibur folds it up and looks at the decorative padding LEGACY had affixed to it; the DESTINED FOR GREATNESS 2009 logo is emblazen on the foam backing and on the seat cushioning part of the chair. The fan who vacated this seat won’t get to take it with them when they leave like all the rest of the fans because X-Calibur intends to use it. Positioning himself over Issac, X-Calibur turns the chair upside down and uses the top edge of the chair to flip Entragian over onto his back, then uses it to start choking the Pale Rider.

Jimmy Yates: Talk about a collector’s item! If the fan whose seat that is can actually get that chair back once X-Calibur is done with it, that’s a key piece of memorabilia!

Alan Ducard: Well working off of our previous discussion, I don’t believe Klinton Porter likes where this is going, as he has now exited the ring and he is yelling out into the crowd, admonishing X-Calibur.

Bryan Harris: I believe I heard him just say that if he continues using the chair to choke Issac, that X-Calibur might be stripped of the belt by Klinton Porter!

Jimmy Yates: Would the front office actually do that?!

Alan Ducard: I believe they would. They wouldn’t want to in this match, but I believe that if X-Calibur continues his use of the chair in this manner, they might have no alternative. Issac Entragian is a valuable member of this roster, like him or not, and the front office wouldn’t want him to sustain the type of career ending injury that could come with the use of a chair like this. A crushed trachea would keep him out of action for a while.

Thinking about his option, X-Calibur drops the chair and immediately keeps in on his opponent. Taking Issac by the wrist, the champion hoists the challenger up off the floor and sends him into the steel guardrail with a short irish whip. Moving back a few feet, X-Calibur turns around and charges in, diving and tackling Issac over the barricade back into the ringside area.

Bryan Harris: You mean we might finally see this thing get back into the ring?!

Alan Ducard: If Klinton Porter has his way, I believe we will.

Getting back to his feet, X reaches down and tries to pull him up, but Issac fires upwards with an uppercut that staggers the champion back. Putting a foot underneath himself, Issac pushes up off the ground and returns to a crouched vertical base, grabs X around the waist and connects with an inverted atomic drop. Spinning him around, Issac holds on to the back of X-Calibur’s head, pushes him forwards and slams his forehead into the corner ringpost. As X-Calibur drops to a knee, blood starts to trickle down his face.

Jimmy Yates: The shark smells blood, but does he have enough energy to do enough damage to turn this match back in his favor?

Reaching down and grabbing X-Calibur by the shoulder, Issac spins the champion around and drives a fist right into his forehead, opening up the cut a bit more and causing more blood to flow. X-Calibur fires back though, sending a back elbow shot into Issac’s gut. Placing a hand on Issac’s arm and another on the waistband of his pans, X-Calibur spins his opponent around and shoves him back-first into the steel guardrail with a crash. Gingerly, X-Calibur moves back towards the ring, pulling Issac with him and shoving him into the ring underneath the bottom rope.

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur found an opening and slammed Issac into the unforgiving steel barricade, and I believe the challenger hit at the base of his neck, which would serve perfectly for X-Calibur to set up for the X-Terminator.

Bryan Harris: Don’t start assuming just yet that X-Calibur is going to be getting his hands around Issac’s neck…

Jimmy Yates: You have to think that if he can hit that move, though, that X-Calibur WILL retain his championship here tonight, as I can hardly think of anyone who has kicked out of the X-Terminator.

Getting up onto the apron, X-Calibur enters the ring, stomps down onto Issac, then moves over into the nearest corner, hopping up and sitting on the top turnbuckle.

Bryan Harris: Heck of a champion you got there, fans. He’s RESTING. What kind of a champion is going to REST during a match against a guy like Issac when he COULD be staying in on the attack.

Alan Ducard: I would imagine X-Calibur thinks it pertinent to regain some energy before trying to stand toe to toe with one of the largest competitors on the roster again.

As Issac starts to get up off the mat, X-Calibur places his feet onto the second turnbuckle and stands up, and when he thinks it an opportune moment, X leaps off and goes for a double axehandle smash, but Issac steps forward and drives his shoulder into the champ’s gut, taking the wind out of him. Staying on the attack, Issac grabs X around the waist and lifts into a bearhug. Before any more air can be forced out of him, X starts drilling the challenger in the face with forearms, then reaches over the head and pulls back, hooking Issac around the head, then shifting his weight backwards and pulling back into a modified ddt.

Squirming his way out from underneath Issac and out of his grasp, X kick his opponent away and rolls to the side. Shaking his head, X forces himself up off the mat, determined to win this match and retain his title. After a kick to the ribs of the Pale Rider, X-Calibur picks the challenger up off the mat and gives it all he’s got to send Entragian into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return, Issac leaps off the mat and DROPS the champ with a bicycle kick.

Jimmy Yates: Incredible endurance and durability by Issac Entragian, and just when it looks like X-Calibur is getting back into it, the Pale Rider finds some energy reserves… things aren’t looking good for the champ.

Alan Ducard: Well he’s starting to stir, and it looks like Issac has a plan in mind.

As X-Calibur gets to his knees and starts forcing his way up off the mat, The Ivory Terror moves in and grabs him by the head with the iron claw. His eyes squeezing tight, X tries to fight the pain while he attempts to pry Entragian’s hands away. Slamming his fist into the side of Issac’s arm repeatedly, it’s not long before Issac lets go and then swings his arm backwards, up over his head and then hammers it down onto X-Calibur, knocking him back down to the mat.

Walking over to the ropes like he’s stalking the corner turnbuckles, Issac steps over the top rope and gets out onto the apron. Climbing the turnbuckles, Issac keeps his eyes on the World Champion, watching as he struggles to work his way off the mat. Issac perches himself on the top rope and continues to wait. As X-Calibur gets up off the mat, Entragian leaps off and takes X clear off his feet with his flying clothesline.

Bryan Harris: There’s the Wings of War, finish shining up that belt, pinfall attempt…!

ONE…

TWO…

THR- NO!!!!!!!!!

Frustrated by his inability to get the pinfall, Issac grabs the World Champ up off the mat by his hair, then gets a hooking punch to the gut for his troubles. Issac fires back with a kick to the gut, doubling X-Calibur over. Backing off into the ropes, Issac moves in and goes for an axe kick, but X-Calibur spins out of the way to avoid it, then he lowers his shoulder and drives it into Entragian’s gut, backing him into the far corner. Taking a step back, X grabs the middle rope on either side of the corner and then drives his shoulder forward into Issac’s gut again.

Jimmy Yates: With a shoulder for a battering ram, X-Calibur is putting himself right back into this match!

Alan Ducard: He seems to be gaining momentum with each one!

Having sufficiently driven the wind out of the challenger, X-Calibur backs up a step and stands up. Taking Issac by the hair, X forcibly doubles Entragian over, then hooks him around the midsection and whips him up and over with a Gutwrench suplex, sending a ripple of cheers through the crowd.

Jimmy Yates: The champ getting back on track… Issac is trying to get up…

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur’s there waiting for him… he hooks both arms… DOUBLE-ARM DDT!! Pinfall…

ONE…

TWO…

THR-…

NO!!!

Pushing his sweat-drenched hair back, X-Calibur gets to his knees and considers his options, then returns to his feet and then stomps down on the challenger. This time it’s X who moves to the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. The moment he puts his foot on the top turnbuckle, X raises an arm into the air.

Bryan Harris: That idiot is going to try to go for the Hang Time Elbow!

When X looks to the center of the ring as he puts his other foot on the top rope, he sees Issac sit straight up, then proceed to return to his feet. Switching up his gameplan, X again considers his options and then hops off. Issac takes a step forward and then smacks X with a palm strike in the chest. The moment X’s feet hit the mat, Issac throws both hands around X’s neck, then lifts him up, spins around and sends X down into the mat with a two-handed chokebomb. Rolling to the side, Issac hooks the leg and goes for the pin…

Alan Ducard: This could be it…

ONE…

TWO…

THR- NO!!!!!!!!!

The fans begin cheering as X-Calibur shoulders out with what looks like his last bit of energy.

Bryan Harris: X-Calibur might’ve kicked out, but he’s DONE after that!

Before even getting both feet underneath himself, Issac grabs X-Calibur by the hair and pulls him up as he gets to his feet. Hooking X’s head under his arm, Issac grabs the champion by the waistband of his paints and then starts to hoist him up, but X-Calibur brings his knee up and drives it into Issac’s face.

Jimmy Yates: Great counter to Issac’s “White Death” jackhammer by X-Calibur… and he’s back on his feet!

Driving his knee into Issac’s gut, X-Calibur doubles the challenger over, then grabs him by the head and arm and twists around, dropping Issac with a swinging neckbreaker.

Alan Ducard: Once again, X-Calibur back into the match when it had looked like he was out… and X-Calibur is keeping the heat on!

Forcing Issac up, X drives a double-axhandle into the upper portion of Issac’s back, then pulls Entragian up and hooks the Pale Rider’s head between his legs, then grabs him around the abdomen and pulls back, getting Issac almost completely vertical before dropping backwards, driving Issac’s head down into the mat with a piledriver. After letting go of him and twisting around, X-Calibur hooks a leg and tries for the pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…

NO!!!!

Bryan Harris: The Pale Rider survives!

Alan Ducard: I thought for sure that with Issac’s head bouncing off of the mat, Klinton Porter’s hand was going to strike a third time.

Bryan Harris: You WISHED that had happened!

Again considering his options, X-Calibur rolls to his side, putting some distance between himself and the challenger. Once again, Issac sits straight up from a laying position, then rolls over and gets straight up to his feet, his back turned to X-Calibur. Moving in, the World Champion catches an opportunity and throws his arms around Issac’s neck and leaps…

X-TERMINA….

NO!!

Issac gets his arms up underneath X-Calibur…

SPINS…

AND TOSSES X TOWARDS THE ROPES, X’S extended leg STRIKING referee Klinton Porter AND KNOCKING the cameraman off the apron!!!

Jimmy Yates: Talk about collateral damage!!

Having hit the mat awkwardly after the blocked X-Terminator attempt, X fights to get back into the match, but when he turns around he gets caught with a right body shot from Issac, followed quickly by a left jab to the face, a right jab to the face, a left body shot, then a STRONG UPPERCUT to the jaw that takes X off his feet.

Bryan Harris: That’s “Blizzard Cometh”, and Issac could make the pinfall right NOW if he wanted to… but I think he’s going to go for the slaughter instead of just the kill!

Taking the World Champion and lifting him up off the mat, Issac hoists X-Cal up onto his shoulder, the champ looking up at the lights. Issac takes a step backwards as X’s weight forces him to stumble a step, moving closer to the corner turnbuckle. Before the Pale Rider can execute the Canadian Backbreaker, X-Calibur rolls out of Issac’s grasp, landing seat first on the top turnbucke. Before Issac has a chance to turn around, X-Calibur GRABS Issac in a full out choke/sleeper, stands up on the second turnbuckle and pulls back as hard as he can, getting a huge ovation from the crowd.

Alan Ducard: Not only is X-Calibur back in this match, but he’s pulling back so hard on that chokehold from the elevated position that he’s actually LIFTING Issac completely off of the ground a couple inches!

Jimmy Yates: The image of Issac dangling there, choking and sputtering… I just can’t believe what I’m seeing – and these fans agree!!.

Sensing an opportunity, X-Calibur lets go of the choke and shoves Issac out a bit with his arms and an extra bit of a shove with his leg. When Issac turns around, he finds that X-Calibur has hopped off the second turnbuckle, taken a few steps forward and is right in front of him. No time to react, Issac quickly finds his head in X-Calibur’s arms… the World Champion leaps…

X-TERMINATOR!!!

X-Calibur flips over onto his stomach and crawls a few feet, climbs up onto the mountain of a man that is the challenger, and pins him. Looking around, X notices that Klinton Porter is still knocked out from a minute ago. Frustrated, X begins slapping his own hand to the mat.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE.

Gritting his teeth, X-Calibur puts his weight on his knees and sits up, shaking his head. A significant (and loud) portion of the fans start booing.

Alan Ducard: This match should be over right there, but Klinton Porter wasn’t there to make the count.

Bryan Harris: It’s destiny, Al, Issac is going to walk out with the World Title here tonight!

With Issac still down and out, X-Calibur moves over and tends to the referee. Lightly slapping Klinton in the face a couple times, the champion makes the referee come back to consciousness. Meanwhile, the camera shows Issac’s face; his eyes blink open, and then he slowly sits straight up, then uses his determination to push himself up off the mat. When he turns around to try to find his opponent again, he once again finds his head in the grasp of the World Champion, who once again leaps…

BAM!!!

ANOTHER X-TERMINATOR!!!!!

Before making the pinfall, X-Calibur yells to Klinton Porter, who makes his way over as X-Calibur throws himself onto the Pale Rider.

Jimmy Yates: This is it!!

ONE!!!

…

TWO!!!!

…

THR….

NO!!!!

NO!!!

THE CROWD IS STUNNED!!!

Alan Ducard: Unbelievable! I can’t believe what I’m seeing…Issac Entragian shouldered out!

Jimmy Yates: No one in HISTORY has kicked out of back to back X-Terminators!!

Rolling over onto his back, X-Calibur can’t believe that the bell isn’t ringing right now. He can hear his theme song running through his head, but in reality the only thing he hears is a chant of “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”. He’s on the wrong side of that chant.

Resigning himself to continue, X-Calibur rolls over to his knees, gets to his feet and walks down to Issac’s feet, lifts his legs and starts twisting.

Alan Ducard: I think we’re going to see the Legendary Pain… here we go, that’s the first portion of the Texas Cloverleaf elevated submission… and X-Calibur does it! He locks Issac into his signature submission hold, and Issac’s in a lot of pain.

Bryan Harris: I can’t imagine a scenario where Issac Entragian would tap out, don’t think it’s going to happen on this stage!

Jimmy Yates: I’d say you’re wrong, Bryan, Issac seems like he’s going to give up!

Somehow, with the power left in his legs, Issac somersaults X-Calibur forward, holding on with X’s arms in the grasp of his twisted legs, putting him into a pinning predicament… but X manages to use the momentum of rolling forward to his favor and actually catches Issac in a modified sunset flip while Issac tried to pin him.

ONE..!

TWO!!

NO!!!

Bryan Harris: Another pinfall, another failure!

Both men fight with all their power to return first to their feet, but X-Calibur is up there first, and he grabs Issac by the head, looking to follow up the assault, but Issac connects with an uppercut to the gut that stuns X-Calibur and doubles him over. Getting up to his feet, Issac hooks the World Champion by the head and hoists him up into the air and then awkwardly falls to the side, connecting with his jackhammer.

Alan Ducard: There’s the "White Death", and Issac looks to be exhausted, and I can’t blame him!

Bryan Harris: So is X-Calibur!

Alan Ducard: I don’t deny it a bit!

Slowly returning to his feet, it’s now Issac who grabs X-Calibur by the legs, and he intertwines their legs together, locking in an Indian deathlock. Immediately X-Calibur gets his arms behind him, propping himself up, and he grits his teeth, trying to endure the pain. Issac laughs and reaches out, playfully swatting at the World Champion, taunting his suffering.

Bryan Harris: How great is this that X-Calibur is going to tap out in World Title matches at TWO STRAIGHT PAY PER VIEWS!?!?

Jimmy Yates: This doesn’t look good at all for X-Calibur, but I don’t think he’s going to tap!

Balling up his fist, X-Calibur lifts his arm up and across his body, then swings it down and slams it into the side of Issac’s leg. Hurt, Entragian keeps the hold locked in. Still trying to endure the pain, X-Calibur again lifts his arm and then swipes it down and across his body, this time slamming into Issac’s leg ABOVE the knee.

Alan Ducard: THAT shot found its mark, as Issac’s legs are still undoubtedly sore from the Legendary Pain… and I think Issac is going to relinquish this hold!

As X-Calibur slams another hammering blow into the side of Issac’s leg, The Pale Rider de-entangles his legs from the World Champ’s legs and then rolls away.

Jimmy Yates: X-Calibur is going to get another shot at winning this thing, if he can only get to his feet…

Issac gets up first and reaches down to lift X up, but the World Champ springs up with some force and drives a headbutt into Issac’s gut. Getting his feet underneath of him, X pushes up and grabs towards Issac’s head…

…but Entragian blocks X’s arms with a swipe of his long limbs, twists the champ around and ducks his head…

Alan Ducard: Issac gets X-Calibur up onto his shoulders into the fireman’s carry…

Bryan Harris: DISEMBOWELER Gutbuster!! That’s all she wrote!!

Issac hooks a leg deeply as he goes for the pinfall….

ONE…

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TWO…

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THREE!

The crowd is absolutely stunned as the bell rings, and the opening chords of Issac’s theme by Blue Oyster Cult begins to play.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner… and NEW World Champion….

Pausing for a moment, as if she’s having trouble saying it…

Josephina Colbert: Issaaaaaac…. En-TRAAAA-GI-AAAAN!!

Letting go of X-Calibur’s leg, Issac shoves his opponent sideways, rolling him over towards the edge of the ring. Klinton Porter takes the World Title from the time keeper and then walks it across the ring.

Alan Ducard: And now is a moment that I always figured we’d see some day, but for some reason I didn’t think we’d be seeing it tonight.

Jimmy Yates: Truly a dark day for LEGACY…

Bryan Harris: Well get used to it, boys, because Issac Entragian knows how to hold onto a championship belt once he’s got it…

Porter hands the World Title to Issac and then backs away slowly, as Entragian clearly doesn’t want his hand raised. The stunned crowd mostly sits in silence, with portions of them booing Issac Entragian, who stands up and hoists the World Title onto his shoulder. Looking right into the camera, Issac sneers, his eyes getting wide. His forked tongue slithers out between his teeth, and then the camera zooms out and Issac again raises the belt into the air, victorious.