The Ivory Terror is the cause of all this strife, standing in the center of the ring looking like a gallant hellion. The pale seven footer wears a bone-white suit, complete with a white leather vest and a slim black tie. His wavy white hair is tied back with a piece of rawhide into a neat ponytail, and a little smirk seems to have taken up permanent residence on his countenance. Locked around his waist is his newest and most sought after acquisition, the glimmering majesty of the LEGACY World Championship.

Looking out at the hate-spewing masses, Issac slowly brings a microphone to his lips, his strong gravelly voice rising above all the negative feedback.

The Ivory Terror: You people can scream, you can cry, but it changes nothing. I stand before you all as your NEW World Champion, and you maggots don’t have to like it, but each and every one of you will learn to ACCEPT it.

An uproar from the crowd, and in this moment Issac takes time to remove his suit jacket and drape it over the top rope, giving his detractors an even better view of the World Title secured around his waist.

The Ivory Terror: I walked into Destined for Greatness as a man with a dream. I held a sinister ambition in my heart, and even X-Calibur couldn’t comprehend just how great that ambition truly was. Eryk Van Warren beat me into the ground and he showed me his mettle, but in the end I persevered, and I left your hero laid out on his back with his glassy eyes staring up at the arena lights.

Issac begins to walk around the ring, his eyes bright with pride and glory, his free hand occasionally stealing down to rest against the World Championship.

The Ivory Terror: I bested a legitimate Hall of Famer at LEGACY’s magnum opus, and in the process I have cemented my own dark legacy in this industry as an everlasting fixture. I have showed the world that a freak, a living breathing agent of chaos, can attain greatness. You look at me now, get a get look at my pale skin, my teeth like white razor blades, and the tongue of a born again serpent, and know that this MONSTER represents the LEGACY universe as the TOP motherf*cking dog. How’s that sit with you rotten people?

Entragian’s smile stretches the skin of his face, and he positively soaks in the hatred that the crowd throws at him, the masses taking great exception to his words.

The Ivory Terror: But regardless of all that, I now hold the top prize here in LEGACY, and I intend to be a fighting champion. Not for the acceptance of you people, but for my own personal joy at encountering real challenges. Many men have taken different roads with this championship, some have locked it away in trophy cases, others have sat on it for as long as humanly possible while whining their way out of defending it over and over again. Don’t expect such games from me, when you see me you’ll see this World Championship, I like it close to my flesh, fills me up with a nice little warm fuzzy feeling deep within my core.

Issac grins, a sick rictus that eats up his whole face. He strokes the championship belt, and then returns his focus to the crowd.

The Ivory Terror: I plan on accepting all challengers, if you want to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight, then you just step your ass up to the plate and have the courage to say so, and after that, game on. Now as my first order of business as champion, I’d like to get closure on something that’s been stewing in my head for awhile now.

Entragian clears his throat, and his gaze wanders to the curtains leading into the back.

The Ivory Terror: Gryffin Anselm. You and I started something back at Glimmer of Hope, but we never got to finish it, did we? You were once The Diabolik’s chief enforcer, and ever since going out on your own you’ve shown that you’re still that red bull, a mountain of power just looking for something to grind your teeth against. I’ll admit, I’ve seen you in that ring, and I know you can hang with the big boys. It’s just a matter of rather or not you can hang with the biggest boy of all…

Entragian paces to the center of the ring, his voice lowering a few octaves.

The Ivory Terror: We were supposed to lock horns a few weeks ago, but I was busy smacking X-Calibur all over the bowels of the arena, so we missed our dinner date, and for that I apologize. It’s gotten to the point of no return now though, because NO man steps up to me without facing consequences, and I’ll be straight with you Will, you broke the camel’s back when you stuck your nose where it didn’t belong and started sniffing around Moreno. I’ve got my eye on that boy, and you should know better than to insert yourself into my affairs.

Issac glares towards the curtains, his face becoming a stern mask of dark intentions, his eyes glowing hot with anger.

The Ivory Terror: So without further a due, you get your ass down to this ring William, because you and me gotta have ourselves a little talk.

After waiting but a moment, Dream Theater's "The Mirror" begins to play over the speakers, and there's actually a mild ovation of cheers as William "Gryffin" Anselm steps through the curtain. He's wearing a pair of black cargo pants and a burgundy dress shirt. In his hand, a microphone. Walking all the way down the ramp, Gryffin hops up onto the apron and gets into the ring. He doesn't walk all the way up to the World Champion, but he does stand about six feet from him and locks eyes while the music fades out.

Gryffin Anselm: Back at Glimmer of Hope, when my team got eliminated from the Co-Op Challenge before I even got to the ring, you know what was the hardest part of all that? Not getting my hands on you after you were choking me backstage just two days before. Had I been in that match, you wouldn't have won, and you wouldn't be standing here right now with that World Championship.

Clearly Issac is not thrilled by the comment, but he doesn't show any frustration or anger; it strengthens Issac's resolve.

Gryffin Anselm: Unlike some of the people around here, I'm not afraid of you, Issac. You're one of the biggest guys around here, tough as nails, and creepier than hell... but I've been around this business a long time, and I've faced guys like you before, and I look forward to the challenge... especially with that on the line.

Briefly Gryffin points down at the World Championship around Issac's waist. Issac grins, nodding his head earnestly. He pauses to adjust the championship belt, and once again he raises his mic to his pale lips.

The Ivory Terror: You talk of big game Anselm, and I like that, shows that you’ve got a pair. But make no mistake William, you’re LUCKY that all I did was bruise up your throat that night, because if those officials hadn’t shown up to break it up… I would have done a lot worse

Issac takes a few steps towards Gryff, and then stops, his nostrils flaring for a moment as he sizes up William Anselm. Gryffin just shrugs and stands his ground.

The Ivory Terror: You want a shot at my golden goose? Consider it done. In one week’s time at Supercard Strife 57, I will put my World Championship on the line against YOU, big boy. You’ll get a chance to step up your game, and I’ll get a chance to show the world what WOULD have happened if we had had that match a few weeks ago.

Having said this, Entragian turns on his heels, making his way towards the ropes. As Issac steps over the top rope onto the apron, his head turns slowly to the right so that he can cast one final glance back at Anselm.

The Ivory Terror: You may not fear me, William, but after the Supercard, you will learn to respect me.

As the words are hissed out past his forked tongue, Issac drops down off the apron and begins to slowly back peddle up the ramp, his noxious green eyes never leaving Gryffin as he looks on in the ring. Once at the top of the ramp Entragian unsnaps the World Championship from around his waist and swings it upwards, while at the same time flicking out his forked tongue and showcasing his razor-like teeth.

Alan Ducard: Each of these pairings is at a different place in their LEGACY tenure – International Incident a young pairing which is beginning to gain traction, especially with a victory at Destined for Greatness against ANARCHY…

Bryan Harris: A lucky victory, if you ask me. You also have the Flying Avengers – former World Tag Team Champions in their careers, these guys are the ones to look for in this division.

Jimmy Yates: Well the third team in this contest – Adam Davis and Ledge – are turning a lot of heads. Both of those guys have held World Titles before, and when you get two accomplished guys like them who are friends and on the same page, whether they’re looking to be a team for the long haul or they just want to make a statement in a match, they’re capable of being very dangerous.

Alan Ducard: Don’t consider this to be a #1 contenders match, but the team who wins could set themselves apart from the pack, something that all three of these pairings would certainly love to do.

Jimmy Yates: What a show of strength by Bashir! Kid Lightning had NO CHANCE of staying on his feet!

Reaching around from behind, Ledge grabs Bashir by the eyes with each of his hands and bends him over backwards. Hooking Mostafa’s head in his arm, Ledge pulls up into a dragon sleeper. Holding on and choking Bashir, Ledge starts to get hit with clubbing blows as Mostafa tries to break out of the hold. Ledge grabs Bashir by the waistband of his tights, pulls Mostafa up off his feet and then drops him forward into a modified front release suplex

Alan Ducard: I don’t think he got as much of that LEDGE-END as he would’ve hoped to, but maybe Bashir’s weight in this case was a double-edge’d sword, since Ledge didn’t have to lift him up very far to drop him down hard.

Bryan Harris: That’s all well and good, but Ledgey, you need to turn around!

Having climbed up the turnbuckles when no one was watching, Kid Lightning leaps off the top rope, grabs Ledge by the head, swings around through with a Tornado DDT that spikes Ledge’s head down into the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Kid Lightning with a very well executed move that he calls the “Sonic Boom”, and now K.L. goes for the pinfall…

One…

NO!

Mostafa Bashir with a hand on Kid Lightning’s ankle pulled the Flying Avenger off of Ledge, breaking up the pinfall before it even really got started. Turning over onto his back, Kid Lightning kicks at Bashir’s hand, then rolls backwards to creae some space between himself and his opponents.

Flash Forward

“Iceman” Adam Davis gets up off the mat, grabs FLASH Dynamite by the wrist and shoots him off into the ropes. On the return, FLASH spins around, locks his hands and DRILLS Davis with the Polish Hammer, dropping him to the mat.

Bryan Harris: Hammer of Justice, and Adam Davis just didn’t see that one coming!

Alan Ducard: It seems as though Davis thought he had more push into that irish whip, but you have to think that FLASH Dynamite was more in control of that one.

Grabbed from behind, FLASH Dynamite is spun around and dropped to a knee with a particularly wicked headbutt from Mostafa Bashir. The Beast from Kandahar takes Dynamite by the arm, and in one fluid motion pulls him up to his feet and LEVELS him with a short-arm clothesline.

Jimmy Yates: Not the most technical move in the world, but it certainly does its job!

With Flash Dynamite leveled, Bashir picks up Adam Davis, wraps his arms around The Iceman’s torso and lifts him up into a bearhug. Davis’ eyes bulge, and he hammers Mostafa in the head, but The Beast From Kandahar maintains his grasp.

Bryan Harris: Come on, Adam, you can’t hit a bald man in the head! This is wrestling, that’s like a fundamental rule or something! You’re smarter than that!!

Alan Ducard: The International Incident firmly in control here, and Ledge is going to turn those tables!

Spotting his opportunity, Ledge comes into the ring and sends a wicked kick into the back of Mostafa Bashir’s leg, instantly causing him to let go. Referee Leonard Nolan admonishes Ledge and tells him that he needs to exit the ring. The scolding is met with a smirk from Ledge, but the grin is removed from Ledge’s face when The Montreal Kid rushes into the ring and starts punching him. The momentum from Allen Franks rushing across the ring sends both men through the ropes, spilling to the outside.

Flash Forward

As Flash Dynamite steps forward, Allen Franks stands full upright, shuffles forward and sends a thrust kick into the chest of the Flying Avenger, knocking him over backwards. Turning around, The Montreal Kid spots another opportunity, sprints and leaps, going for a flying reverse heel kick on Adam Davis…

Bryan Harris: NOBODY HOME!!

Alan Ducard: Adam Davis just barely avoids that flying kick from Allen Franks, and the Iceman has his opening!

Allen Franks tries to get up off the mat, but Adam Davis charges in and sends a forearm shot to the side of The Montreal Kid’s head, then swings up with a knee-lift. Ducking his shoulder, The Iceman hoists Franks up onto his shoulder… SWINGS…

COLD SHOULDER!!

The Iceman gets to his knees and brushes off his shoulder, then gets completely back up to a vertical base and dropkicks Mostafa Bashir off of the apron, getting a lot of boos from the fans.

Jimmy Yates: That’s unnecessary!

Standing back up, Adam Davis locks eyes with Flash Dynamite, who is getting up from the mat after the thrust kick. Backing up, The Iceman puts an arm over the top rope, smirks at Flash Dynamite, then throws himself backwards, landing on his feet on the arena floor.

Alan Ducard: It appears as though The Iceman is done with this match… and he’s calling Ledge to go with him!

Bryan Harris: You can bet that the Flying Avengers are gonna make the most of this!

Taking Allen Franks by the head, Flash drags his opponent with him as he backs up into his corner. After pulling Franks up into a standing head scissors, Flash reaches over and tags in Kid Lightning, who immediately climbs the turnbuckle. Hoisting Allen Franks up for the first part of a powerbomb, FLASH Dynamite holds The Montreal Kid up in the air and Kid Lightning leaps off the turnbuckle and turns in mid-air to sit on the victim’s shoulders, facing the same way before snapping off with a reverse hurricanrana.

Super Explosion!!

Pinfall attempt…

One…

Two…

Three.

Alan Ducard: LEGACY fans, in case you missed it, Destined for Greatness was a great success! If you can catch it as a replay during the week, I strongly advise you do just that!

Jimmy Yates: That’s right! Destined For Greatness brought us a new Heavyweight Champion, a new No Limits Champion, and a new tag Team Champion…not Champions, Champion!

Bryan Harris: yeah it did! In the greatest moments of the year, Ethan Leers, Cronos Diamante, and Isaac Entragian all captured gold, and Cronos wasn’t even scheduled to compete!

Alan Ducard: While Cronos Diamante’s involvement in the ladder match is a topic worthy of much debate, we also saw a champion retain possession of her title, as Laura Seton kept the Tao of Valor champion, thwarting Justin Moreno in the process!

Suddenly, and without warning, the pay-per-view recap is interrupted by All That Remains’ “It Dwells In Me” and the fans in the arena cheer loudly!

Bryan Harris: Of course, that is a travesty, and we’ll discuss that later, because I’m determined to convince you she cheated her way to victory…but right now, I have to ask…what in the hell is Cade Sydal doing coming out here?!

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure. I mean he has a match later tonight, but…he isn’t one of our winners from Destined For Greatness, losing in a grueling contest to Jester Smiles in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament…

The cheering gets louder as Cade Sydal steps through the curtain! He wears a pair of loose, though not baggy, jeans. A pair of white and blue Pumas covers his feet, and the camera pans upward from the ramp to show Cade Sydal wearing his latest Cade Sydal shirt, a black shirt with a yin-yang symbol on the front in blue and white, covered with a red slashing upside down A in the center. He starts down the ramp, a microphone in hand, as his platinum blonde hair is spiked up in a mohawk. He spreads his arms out wide, soaking in the amount of cheers, before he starts to slowly limp down the ramp.

Alan Ducard: A somewhat somber, less energetic and intense, look for the young athlete that has made a name for himself with his no non-sense, in-your-face mentality and in-ring presence.

Cade slowly makes it to the bottom of the ramp, as his high-tempo music continues to rage on. Cade slowly starts to climb up the steps and steps through the ropes, into the ring. He moves to the center of the ring, and waits for the music to fade away, his left hand raised in the air as the right hand raises the microphone to his lips.

Cade Sydal: How are we all doing tonight?

Cade lowers the microphone, allowing the fans to cheer at him, indicating that they’re having a good time so far, and he nods his head slowly to acknowledge them.

Cade Sydal: That’s good. Everyone here…catch Destined For Greatness?

He hesitates a moment as the fans begin to cheer some more. He nods again.

Cade Sydal: Sounds like a yes to me. Then you know that there was a lot of damn fine wrestling on this show. A…a lot of fine athleticism displayed. A lot of men, and women, put everything they have out there for you…for your enjoyment.

The fans cheer again, but Cade Sydal quickly hushes them as he continues through it.

Cade Sydal: A lot of people risked their lives to be in this ring…for you.

More cheering, and Cade Sydal looks around from side to side. Peering out at the cheering fans. Instead of a smile and a nod, he slowly starts to shake his head.

Cade Sydal: You guys like that, huh?

They start to cheer, but he raises his left hand quickly.

Cade Sydal: That’s good, and I appreciate that. I really do. I respect that about you people. You show respect, and appreciation, for the things that are done for your enjoyment. But there is a problem with all of this.

The fans begin to murmur amongst themselves, as Cade paces slowly, stopping once more in the center of the ring with his left hand over his bottom lip, his eyes gazing at the canvas.

Cade Sydal: I…I know who I am in this business. In this industry. I’ve learned to accept it. I’m not going to come out here and bitch about losing at Destined For Greatness. I’m not here to complain about one loss, by any means. I did everything I could, and sure, some people might not have seen any emotion from me…but that’s who I am in this business.

Cade starts to look up, into the camera.

Cade Sydal: I’m the guy that comes out here, every chance he gets. I’m the guy that leaves it all in the ring. I’m that guy…that fights any man, of any size, of any disposition…and makes it a damn fine technical match. I’m that guy. I’m the guy the office puts in the ring with people that they want to have look good, because they know that in this ring? In THIS environment I am absolutely unparalleled. I will do absolutely whatever it takes to wrestle the best WRESTLING match any of you people have ever seen in person. Each, and every damn time!

The fans cheer loudly at his proclamation, and he does crack a slight smile at that.

Cade Sydal: But I’m also not the most emotional guy in the business. I’m straight forward. I don’t play mind games with my opponents. I don’t get into catchy little dueling monologues with my foes. I tell them, quickly, how I feel about them. I come out, and do everything in my power to get the job done. And then I leave it at that. I’m not the guy that is marketed long term. I get that, and I accept that.

Cade takes a deep breath, gazing out at the fans as they stare back at him. The camera slowly scans the arena to show that not a person has left their seat. All eyes are on the center of the ring. No one even glances at the big screen above the entrance ramp to see if they’re lucky enough to be on television.

Cade Sydal: I’m not saying that’s why I lost, so let me make that clear right now. I’m not out here to do what everyone thinks I’m out here to do. I’m not out here to freak out about my loss. I lost to the better man. Eric…Jester Smiles, excuse me, beat me fair and square. He out-classed me in this ring. He out performed me. He caught me with his Side Splitter, and I literally felt like my ribs had been separated. Panic shot through my body. I froze up. I couldn’t kick out. He beat me on his own. No hype machine behind him, no bullshit. He is the fu…he’s the man, and he proved it to me, and to all of you.

Cade looks back to the camera, as if speaking directly to Jester Smiles.

Cade Sydal: You can’t see it, but my entire chest and ribs are taped up. I’m bandaged up, and I suspect I’ll have some serious deep tissue bruising for weeks to come. Congratulations, man. You definitely earned it. Any time you wanna face off again, I’m your man. I’ll gladly step in this ring any time against you, for any reason, and we will set this off every single time. I was wrong, man. I came out and I thought I could compete at the level I used to. But let’s face it, even though I’m only 27, my body has endured countless injuries and, well…I’ve lost a step. Obviously. Let’s just call a spade a spade. It is what it is. There’s no point in denying it, everyone out there can see it plain as day.

Cade rubs his free hand over his face before grasping the microphone with it to allow his right arm a chance to rest.

Cade Sydal: I came out and I thought I could take on the rising star, the FX Network Champion, Jester Smiles. I thought I could take an accolade from him, but instead he took it from me. I was wrong. I was defeated. I lost. And…I have to accept all of these things.

Cade lowers the microphone, as the fans begin to murmur once again.

Jimmy Yates: What is he trying to get at?

Alan Ducard: You…you don’t think he’s going to…no, he wouldn’t do that, would he?

Bryan Harris: Do what, Al? How can anyone understand you with that accent AND half-sentences? One or the other man, one or the other.

Cade slowly raises the microphone to his lips.

Cade Sydal: I’ve done a lot of things in this business. I’ve, already, been inducted into two hall of fames. I put an entire division of pure wrestling on the map in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. I was, whether people like it or not,…whether they like to admit it to themselves…whether they like to acknowledge it…I was one of the original Outlaws of this business. I was unlike anything else in that place, and I was a pioneer. No one can take that away from me. I’ve had countless matches of the year, in several different companies, on several different events.

The fans begin to cheer, and Cade finds fuel in their noise, the volume of his voice rising as he speaks with more excitement.

Cade Sydal: I went on, and I was the smallest man in the history of a company to knock victims out with one single kick! I started a revolution where, in a division full of brawling and using outside weapons to gain the necessary knock out for victory. I made it be more about skill. I proved that skill will trump blind brawling based on just emotion every single time! I did that, and no one can steal that accomplishment from me!

The fans cheer loudly, and Cade turns full circle, looking now into the ringside camera and not the hard camera.

Cade Sydal: I have competed on some of the biggest events in the world, in sold out arenas world wide! I even competed in five separate matches, that were seen by millions, that went well over an hour and never once gave up or slowed down! Two were iron man matches, one was a two out of three falls match, one was a ladder match, and the other one you all just witnessed at Destined For Greatness!

The fans cheering reaches a fever pitch, and he quickly raises his hand to silence them, as he now speaks calmly once more.

Cade Sydal: And I’ve been a world champion one time.

Some fans cheer, though admittedly far less, and Cade nods his head acceptingly.

Cade Sydal: Not a popular thing to bring up around here, I’m sure. But it’s still something that no one can take away from me. Truthfully, I’ve done everything I ever set out to do in this business, and more.

Cade shrugs his shoulders, as now fans begin to murmur, before a small section begins to chant.

PLEASE DON’T QUIT! PLEASE DON’T QUIT! PLEASE DON’T QUIT!

Cade looks around slowly.

Jimmy Yates: Wait…could he be?

Cade starts to raise the microphone, but the chant has spread apparently as it increases in volume. Soon it seems the entire arena has broken out into the chant, as Cade lowers the microphone back to his side and walks around the ring.

PLEASE DON’T QUIT! PLEASE DON’T QUIT! PLEASE DON’T QUIT! PLEASE DON’T QUIT! PLEASE DON’T QUIT!

Cade raises both hands, his right palm open while his left forefinger and thumb grip the microphone and the other fingers of that hand are spread, slowly hushing the chant.

Cade Sydal: As tempting as that thought is, and trust me it is tempting, I won’t be quitting. See, as much as I’d like to stay at home and sleep in with my fiance…as much as I’d love to play with my kids every day…I still have a lot left to offer this business. I still have a lot left to do, a lot of other goals I can come up with, and set for myself. I’m still young enough that I can still accomplish quite a bit more. So that I can be inducted in a third hall of fame some day. I can still become a world champion again, some day. I can still be the hero to my children, and I can still be the voice of a new generation, and stand up and fight here for all the kids that can’t do it for themselves everywhere. I know what it’s like to have demons haunt you, and I can still represent that because that is my reality.

The fans cheer loudly, and he continues.

Cade Sydal: The first goal I have is to reinvigorate another division... A division I helped flourish elsewhere, behind the scenes, I want to help flourish here…more hands on. I’m not setting my eyes on any singles gold, I have no ambitions for the spotlight individually. What I’m doing, here and now, is looking at Tag Team Gold. Not today. Not tomorrow. But soon…damn soon, I will be coming for whoever has those belts.

A small cheer rises at the declaration!

Alan Ducard: A bold claim from the young man!

Cade Sydal: I don’t care, in truth, if its Mirage and Cronos Diamante still. I don’t care if it’s Domination. I don’t care if it’s the Flying Avengers…

Cade’s thought gets cut off by a small cheer again, from those internet-reading fans in attendance most likely, and Cade smirks.

Cade Sydal: They know why, obviously. I don’t care if Anarchy stops being babysat by Loco and decide to have a set of balls amongst themselves and decide when they’ll be done wrestling instead of letting Mister Martinez decide for them…grow the hell up, you’re two forty year old dudes…act like grown ass men already and make your own choices you whimps, but I digress…I don’t care if they decide to get back into things and capture the tag titles somehow. Because I’ll come after them too. Homies Getting’ High, International Incident…Ledge and Davis. I…don’t care.

Cade takes a deep breath.

Cade Sydal: See, all I came out here to do was announce my intentions and congratulate Jester Smiles. I’m after tag team gold…but first, and foremost, I’m looking for the perfect tag team partner. My quest to find that partner begins tonight, just after I beat Justin Moreno and James Win in the middle of this ring. The perfect partner is out there…and I’m gonna find him. Now if you’ll all excuse me, I have a match to go get ready for.

Cade drops the microphone and the fans cheer loudly some more as “It Dwells In Me” by All That Remains starts back up. Cade quickly rolls out of the ring and raises his arms to the cheering crowd, slapping a couple of hands before making his way to the ramp.

The focus shifts to the two men standing next to intern Avery, the first is a Japanese man that has black hair with bright pink highlights in it tied back into a ponytail. The second one is only a little shorter and has bright platinum blond dyed hair. They both have a very flamboyant style to them, each is wearing a black shirt with pink sleeves. The first one to speak is the one with the black and pink hair.

Shinya Nakamura: It really feels good to be here, but I have to ask a favor of you. I know this is your job but I would like the opportunity to personally address the fans in attendance, if that is alright?

Intern Avery nods while Shinya and Maya make sure to shake his hand and thank him before he walks out of the picture. Shinya now directs his attention straight at the camera, as if speaking to each viewer individually.

Shinya Nakamura: We are TRES BIEN and we have come here to Legacy…for you. For each and every one of you watching me speak right now. We didn’t come because we wanted to win the tag team titles, as nice as that would be, or because we have our own selfish ambitions. We came to Legacy because the tag division has lost its way and has fallen into decay. It seems that instead of being a division built on teamwork and wrestling excellence…it has become a division mired with deception and cheating. Is this what you, the people, want to see?

There is a light cheer from the audience in attendance, seemingly getting behind what Shinya is saying about the tag division. Shinya’s partner Maya, steps into the picture. His voice is softer than Shinya’s but he has a greater sense of conviction when he speaks.

Maya Nakashima: What we came to Legacy for was to show all of you that we still care about you. In an industry where your voice has been lost…we’re still listening. We’re still listening to you, the fans, and we still care about what you want to see. That is the only thing we care about. You fans are more important to us than any gold belt. If you fans are behind us then that’s enough of a title for us, we will never do you wrong as teams have in the past. We aren’t here to bully our ideals onto you or swindle and cheat every match. All we want to do is entertain you, all of you, by doing what we do best…wrestle.

The fans seem to be cheering more and more as they listen to TRES BIEN speak of wanting to please them. Both Shinya and Maya look as if they can hear the cheers from the backstage area, both grow a light smile that they seem to hold back in an attempt to remain as serious as possible.

Shinya Nakamura: We’ll do everything we can to do right by you, the fans, and make sure you have a reason to cheer again. You’ve been toyed with and cheated too many times by too many teams and that’s unfair to you. You pay your hard earned money to enjoy yourself and you’ve gotten nothing but spit on and laughed at. That stops from now on. We’ll fight any team in any kind of match and we’ll do it the right way. We won’t cheat or backstab each other just for the sake of some petty gold belt. We’ll fight the match by the rules given and it’s as simple as that. We will be the shining light that the tag division in Legacy needs…maybe if we show them that then more teams will follow our example. That there is more to this business than a gold belt and your own greed.

Maya Nakashima: This may all sound hard to believe, but please…if you don’t believe us then just continue to watch us. If we do not yet have your trust then let us earn it. Let us earn it by doing everything we’ve said we’d do. All we want…is for you fans to have a reason to cheer and smile again.

The pictures shifts back to the announce team.

Alan Ducard: There you have it, folks, TRES BIEN is the newest addition to the Legacy tag team roster and they seem like a team to watch if for no reason other than their main goal doesn’t seem to be the tag team titles.

Jimmy Yates: That’s right, from what they said their main goal is nothing more than to give the great Legacy fans a reason to cheer and just have a good time instead of maybe being deceived in a manner that maybe a guy like Cronos is guilty of.

Bryan Harris: Look here, bottom line is if you don’t want the title of your division then get the hell out. What makes these little Japanese freaks think that they should give a damn about the fans? If you’re wearing those gold belts then the fans have no CHOICE but to respect you. Who gives a DAMN if they have a reason to cheer? This is Legacy, not FANtasy.

Alan Ducard: Jester Smiles has been on a roll here in LEGACY - a long run late into the Co-Op Challenge, he wins the FX Network Championship from Loco Martinez, and then he won the Hawkins Memorial Tournament finals at Destined for Greatness a couple weeks ago.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard hasn’t had as many huge accomplishments lately, but his battles with Frank Garvin over the past couple months culminated in a very heated match at Destined for Greatness, and Hazard has to be riding a high of emotions right now.

Bryan Harris: Come on, really? Hazard needs to be on top of his game right now, ‘cause he’s yet to get any real accomplishments in LEGACY, and the Network Title would be huge for him right now, and I don’t think Jester Smiles intends on letting Hazard keep him from extending his winning streak!

Alan Ducard: Let’s get to the footage and see whether Jester Smiles adds another line item to his title defenses list, or if Hazard gets his first championship here in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard is destroying Jester right now. If Jester can’t get away, Hazard is going to continually drop Jester on his head.

Hazard lifts Jester back up and launches a few forearms into Jester’s face. Jester is backed up against the ropes, Hazard staying in close in order to negate Jester’s striking. Hazard launches a knee into Jester’s stomach, which doubles Jester over. Hazard locks on a front facelock and lifts Jester up, dropping Jester’s legs on the top rope and using the recoil to SLAM Jester down with a snap suplex! Jester clutches his back, and Hazard pushes him down for the pin!

ONE!

TW-Jester kickouts. Hazard grabs Jester by the head and lifts him back up, launching a few quick gut punches. He then throws Jester’s arm up in the air, ducks under, and launches a knee into Jester’s gut. Hazard takes position and locks in an abdominal stretch. Jester winces, and then winces more when Hazard drops an elbow on his ribs. Hazard, clearly realizing that Jester is not tapping , lifts Jester up and drops him with a abdominal stretch suplex! Hazard again pins!

ONE!

TW-Jester rolls the shoulder up.

Bryan Harris: When Jester is up against someone who isn’t the size of a small child, he gets destroyed!

Alan Ducard: This is what we knew would happen if Hazard got in close and stayed in close.

Hazard has Jester up, and has a lock on Jester’s back. Hazard brings Jester down with a belly to back suplex, and then begins to look for a rear naked choke! Jester, however, is fairly comfortable in this position, and is able to guard from the choke. Hazard, however, launches a few hooking punches, but using a brief moment of off balance, Jester is able to slip off his back and scoot out of Hazard’s grasp. Jester gets to his feet, but Hazard closes the distance quickly, shoots for a double leg, lifts Jester up high, and DROPS Jester with a spinebuster. Hazard goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Jester rolls the shoulder up!

Jimmy Yates: Those pin attempts are going to wear Jester out quickly.

Bryan Harris: Getting dropped on his head like Hazard has been doing is also going to wear him out even quicker. Face it, this one is over. What Hazard has been through and has become, Jester just can’t hang with it.

Hazard lands a few stiff forearms before lifting Jester back up, but suddenly, out of nowhere, Jester DROPS Hazard with a belly to belly suplex! Hazard is able to push Jester off, and he lands a few quick punches that drop Jester. Again, Hazard pins!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Jester rolls the shoulder again, much to the joy of the fans!

Jimmy Yates: In an odd role reversal there, Jester was the one who was able to be strong in the clinch, and Hazard was the one dropping the serious strikes.

Bryan Harris: Lot of good that belly to belly did Jester, though. He’s getting destroyed here.

Alan Ducard: But look at how frustrated Hazard looks. He’s got to be wondering what he has to do to keep Jester down.

Hazard lifts Jester up and turns him around. He does a cut throat taunt to signal that it’s over before hooking Jester up in what looks like the Flatscan! However, Jester is able to wiggle free, and Jester turns quickly, SLAMMING Hazard with a spinning back fist! Hazard staggers back, rocked, and Jester launches a three punch combo, two punches hitting right under the eyes of Hazard, the last one slamming right spot on the jaw! Hazard is staggered again, but does not fall. Jester slams a mid roundhouse kick to the midsection of Hazard, slams another punch right between Hazard’s eyes, and then knocks Hazard FLAT with a high roundhouse that connects on the temple!

Jimmy Yates: Just like THAT, those sickeningly precise strikes of Jester seem to have knocked Hazard unconscious, and now, Jester is going for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! Hazard had his foot on the ropes! Jester rolls off, exhausted, and Hazard rolls to the outside, dizzied and hurting. He checks his nose and notices a little bit of blood, which seems to anger him. Hazard walks over to the announce table, eyeing Josephina Colbert’s spot.

Bryan Harris: Here it comes! This is the evil side that Garvin brought out!

Alan Ducard: I don’t know what he’s thinking, but whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Hazard yells for Josephina to get up, which she obliges, scurrying away. Hazard grabs her chair and walks towards the ring, jumping on the apron. However, Jester is on his knees, staring Hazard right in the eye. You can see him shaking his head, and the microphone picks up what he is saying.

Jester Smiles: Not like this man. Don’t make end it like this.

Hazard looks down at the chair, a conflicted look on his face. Jester works up to his feet, not taking a stance at all.

Bryan Harris: COME ON! DO IT HAZARD!

Jimmy Yates: Jester doesn’t want this match tainted, and he’s trying to talk Hazard out of his actions.

Hazard looks down at the chair…

And tosses it away!

Bryan Harris: NO!

Alan Ducard: YES!

Hazard quickly gets in the ring and shoots for Jester’s legs, but Jester stuffs the takedown and Hazard eats punches as a result. Hazard gets to a standing base and eats a leg kick! Hazard launches a punch that Jester is able to dodge. Jester back tracks, keeping his distance, and forces Hazard to eat ANOTHER leg kick! Hazard winces, clearly feeling them, and Jester launches another leg kick! Hazard, however, catches the leg. He pulls the leg up and holds it, punching Jester a few times before pulling Jester in and dropping him with a capture suplex! Hazard pins!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT! Jester rolls onto his stomach and throws an elbow that catches Hazard on the cheek! Hazard is dazed enough that Jester can work his way out of Hazard’s grasp! Jester holds onto an arm of Hazards and lands a few kicks to the stomach of Hazard. He then pulls on Hazard’s arm to bring Hazard to his knees and PLANTS a kick in Hazard’s chest. He then lets go off the arm and SLAMS a fist into Hazard’s face, dropping Hazard to the mat!

Jimmy Yates: That punch was STIFF!

Bryan Harris: Credit where credit is due, that kick made my chest hurt.

Jester pins!

ONE!

TWO!

Hazard rolls the shoulder, pulls Jester’s head in, and slams Jester with a forearm! Jester rolls of Hazard, and Hazard is up quick, dashing for Jester and taking Jester’s back! Hazard pulls Jester off the ground and SLAMS him with a deadlift german suplex! Hazard bridges!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-Jester rolls the shoulder! Hazard holds on and rolls through, lifting Jester back up, but Jester grabs hold of Hazard’s hands and is able to spin out of the hold. Jester backs away with a quick one two combination, knocking Hazard backward. Jester runs forward, fakes a left hand punch, and SLAMS Hazard with a flying right knee! Hazard goes down, and Jester pins!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

NO! Hazard kicks out at the last second! The crowd is on their feet cheering. Jester stands up and backs away, looking frustrated, but smiling. Hazard gets up to his feet and has a similar look on his face. Jester motions for Hazard to bring it, and Hazard mouthes “Let’s do this.”

Jimmy Yates: Crowd on their FEET!

Alan Ducard: This match just got super intense.

Hazard rushes forward and shoots for the legs, lightning quick! Jester tries to block, but Hazard stays aggressive and is able to get the double leg. Hazard gets in a good position and just uses his strength and Jester’s fatigue to manhandle Jester into a weakened position. Hazard eats a few punches, but he is able to deadlift Jester from the ground. He quickly does a go behind and LIFTS Jester up…dropping him with the FLATSCAN! Hazard pins!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, at a time of TWENTY ONE minutes and THIRTEEN SECONDS, and NEW F/X NETWORK CHAMPION…HAAAAZAAAARD!!!

Hazard is up quickly, and when Travis Rollins presents him with the belt, he just smiles lightly. The crowd cheers, though not as loudly, making it clear that most fans were here for Jester Smiles. Hazard looks down at Jester, who sits on the ground, clearly not happy, but a grin none the less. Jester looks up at Hazard and mouthes “Good job” before standing on his own and offering his hand. Hazard is reluctant, but after a moment, Hazard shakes Jester’s hand. Jester bows to Hazard and leaves the ring, giving Hazard his time to celebrate.

Jimmy Yates: Hard fought match by both men. Jester weathered a storm of aggression, but it proved to much, and Hazard is our new Network Champion.

Bryan Harris: Hardly a worthy performance at all. Jester got slaughtered here, and now, we all know that clowns should not wrestle.

Alan Ducard: I think that the Master of the Mat Tournament winner has nothing more to prove, and while this is a hard loss, I think Jester will be back on his feet soon enough. But right now, Hazard is our new Network Champion, and I think we can expect great things from the champ.

Stephen Rawlings: Ladies and Gentlemen... I know I know... I'll give you time to finish cheering...

He pauses... The crowd boos.

Stephen Rawlings: Alright... Good... Now, I have something to say... And no... It's not about my match tonight. I've droned on about it already way more than either of my opponents deserved me to. I'm here to say something to Kenji. Now some of you may ask... "Why don't you just go up to him and tell him face to face?" To answer that question. It's hard to talk to a guy, with his face makes you wanna puke... No... Not really... He's not THAT ugly. The truth of the matter is that I don't feel like looking for him. He definitely hasn't earned that... but...

He takes a drink of his water.

Stephen Rawlings: Sorry I got off track... Kenji... If your listening.... I hope you finally realized when that ref hit the mat for that three count, and as it plays out as a crappy black and white slow motion wrestling scene in your head, that you are in a WHOLE NEW LEAGUE. That nothing you ever did, can compare you for what is to become here in Legacy. You thought you could take out a future TWO time Legacy World Champ, in a type of match you've barely ever wrestled... WITHOUT wrestling training? No wonder you never saw that pin coming...

He smirks.

Stephen Rawlings: But I'm a good sport.... I DID see potential in you... Potential as a bottom feeder, in the good for nothing No Limits division. I'm sure you'll be incredibly happy there appalling families around the world with your disgustingly bloody tactics.... I even got you a present...

His smirk grows even bigger. He bends down out of frame and brings up a steel chair.

Stephen Rawlings: LOOK! You're first Steel chair in Legacy. It even has your name on it... Look...

The camera zooms in. "Kenji" is written with a sharpie marker.

The camera zooms back out to Stephen.

Stephen Rawlings: I'm sure you will be very happy with this chair, and can do much damage with it, again those lunatics in the No Limits Division....

Kenji is seen walking up to Stephen from behind him while he is talking, his eyes have a crazed look in them having heard every word Rawlings said. Before Rawlings can continue his sentence Kenji spins him around so they are face to face.

Kenji: No more talking, just shut up. You shut the hell up. I don't need any vocal response from you. When I'm done asking what I'm about to ask...all you need to do is nod that oversize head of yours and walk down the hall. When I'm done...you nod. I want another match. Same stipulations, a regular match with regular disqualifications. You can bolster your feathers all you want, but you know, you KNOW...I can beat you. So, just nod...your...head.

Stephen stands there staring.... He then smirks.

Stephen Rawlings: NOPE....

He hands Kenji the chair.

Stephen Rawlings: Here... Have fun!

He stares again for a second, but then turns his back on Kenji and walks away.

The crowd suddenly roars as Kenji's eyes go completely crazy when his fingers wrap around the steel chair. He lifts the chair ready to strike Rawlings in the back of the head, the crowd going absolutely nuts. Kenji drives the chair down...but stops. There is a low murmur in the crowd, Kenji grabs Rawlings and turns him around and pins the chair against his neck.

Kenji: Give me my god damn match or I'll ruin that pretty little face of yours. I swear to god, Stephen, I'll turn you into a walking freak show. You think my face is hideous? You mock my face? I'll look like a saint when I'm done destroying your face. So, nod your head...and give me my f**cking match.

Stephen bursts out laughing.

Stephen Rawlings: You think a little steel chair is going to "scare" me into giving you a rematch? HAH... When are you going to learn... Big boys don't play with toys. We earn what we want...Well, most of us... Maybe not Loco.... The answers still no.

He pushes the chair away and continues to walk down the hall.

Suddenly he stops.

Stephen Rawlings: Oh... And interrupting my matches won't change my mind... SO STAY AWAY!

He turns a corner and disappears.

Kenji's eyes fire up for a split second as his fists grip the chair tight. Kenji looks down at the chair in his hands and lets out a primal scream that echoes down the hallways as he hurls the chair against the wall with a loud crack.

Kenji: It's not over...not yet.

Bryan Harris: Stephen Rawlings is a very under-rated competitor – despite all he has accomplished in LEGACY – all the titles and the Hawkins Memorial Tournament win, and yet no one respects him like they should.

Alan Ducard: There has been a considerable fire relit inside Diego de Cardenas as of late, increasingly so this past week, given the beating he suffered at Destined for Greatness against Ledge and Adam Davis in a tag match which was basically a handicap match with Cronos Diamante feigning illness…

Bryan Harris: Come on, you don’t know if he was faking or not… pure speculation!

Jimmy Yates: You can bet that Diego is going to be hyped up for this match, and alternatively, I’m not sure if I can ever tell how Frank Garvin feels about something, but his message recently about Hazard and this match – it was kinda creepy, and there’s no telling how Garvin is going to react coming into this match.

Alan Ducard: In a three-way match, anything can happen, so let’s get to the footage to see who was victorious.

Jimmy Yates: That’s one way to keep Diego from the “Angry Attack” as you referred to the flurry of action from Diego to start this match, Bryan, ground him and keep him there!

Moving in behind Stephen Rawlings, Frank Garvin reaches around from either side of Rawlings’ head, sticks both hands into Rawlings’ mouth and pulls outwards and up on Stephen’s cheeks. The camera switches to a view from in front of Rawlings, and the agonized look on his face has been pulled into a grizzly smile.

Bryan Harris: I guarantee you that for the rest of this match, Stephen Rawlings doesn’t forget that this is a three-way and not a one-on-one.

Pivoting slightly and ducking his shoulder, Stephen throws an elbow that connects to the rib of Garvin. A second quick one forces Frank to let go with his hands, and then Rawlings turns, leaps and dropkicks Garvin in the chest, sending him backwards into the corner. Stephen then moves over and starts yelling at Don Bower, motioning that Frank should’ve been disqualified for pulling at his mouth.

Returning to his feet, Diego de Cardenas DRILLS Stephen with a haymaker, then he runs over and leaps up off the mat and sends a jumping knee to the gut of Garvin in the corner. Staying in on the attack, Diego climbs to the second rope and just hammers over and over AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, quick right hands to Frank’s face. Looking back, Diego notices Rawlings coming towards him, so Cardenas grabs Frank around the neck, then leaps backwards, drilling Stephen with a dropkick to the chest and pulling Garvin down to the mat with him.

Alan Ducard: BRILLIANT MOVE by Diego, and these Albany fans are simply LOVING IT!!

Excited and angry and focused, Diego gets to his knees and grits his teeth, clenches his fist, then tries to lift Rawlings up off the mat. He’s met with a poke to the eye, which Don Bower reprimands Stephen for. Rawlings ignores the referee, then grabs Diego and slings him up and over with a snap suplex.

After returning to his feet and dropping a leg across the neck of Frank Garvin, Stephen Rawlings again picks Diego up off his feet, spinning him around into position for a reverse DDT, but instead of dropping Diego to the mat, Rawlings sticks out his knee and smashes the back of Diego’s neck onto it, then hoists Cardenas up and off the mat and falls backwards with a modified vertical suplex, leaping backwards for extra effect.

Bryan Harris: It’s combinations like that from Stephen Rawlings that help show what kind of a special competitor he is, attacking two parts of Diego’s back all in one shot.

Returning to his feet, Stephen Rawlings looks to find Frank Garvin, who is now standing up near a corner. Rawlings tries to find an advantageous angle to use to get to Frank, but Garvin swiftly moves in and goes for a wild hooking punch. Stephen ducks under the attempt, grabs Frank around the waist, lifts up and hits an atomic drop.

Jimmy Yates: Stephen Rawlings thanking his lucky stars that he avoided that hooking punch, ‘cause it might’ve almost taken his head off!

Alan Ducard: Now Rawlings is ducked down and waiting for Frank Garvin to turn around…

As a momentarily dazed Frank Garvin begins to turn around, Stephen Rawlings takes a step in and goes for a standing high flipping dropkick… but Garvin takes a quick step to the side, grabs Stephen in mid-air and shoves him downwards. Rawlings hits the mat hard, mostly on his shoulder. Before Stephen can get to his feet, Frank turns and runs into the ropes. On the return, Garvin drills Rawlings in the head with a Yakuza kick, sending Stephen not only to the mat, but when he hits, he rolls out onto the apron under the bottom rope.

Bryan Harris: Huge opportunity here for Frank Garvin, who could get the biggest win of his career…

Alan Ducard: No – Frank Garvin doesn’t go for the pinfall, and instead he decides to choke Rawlings…

Jimmy Yates: Which I guess shouldn’t be a surprise…

The referee does his job and gets involved, yelling at Frank and telling him to relinquish the chokehold. The threat not being heeded, Garvin waits until Don Bower starts counting, and when he reaches 4, Frank releases the chokehold. As Don Bower signals to the time-keeper that Garvin relinquished the choke in time, Frank grabs Stephen’s throat again and begins to choke Rawlings again.

Alan Ducard: Don Bower spotting the choke again, and this time there’s no admonishment prior to the count.

Once again, Frank Garvin waits all the way until the referee reaches four before letting go of the hold. Don Bower stays there and makes sure that Frank Garvin gets to his feet and backs up. Bower doesn’t have to do much to keep Frank at bay, however, because Diego de Cardenas dives in at Frank’s knees, dropping him to the mat. As Frank gets back to a kneeling position, Diego grabs his head and pulls it backwards, hooking him in a modified dragon sleeper.

Jimmy Yates: What a devastating submission hold here by Diego de Cardenas, and will you listen to these fans?! They’re LOVING Diego de Cardenas!!

Bryan Harris: Are you sure this isn’t because of their hate and fear of Frank Garvin? Because that guy’s creepy and people LOVE IT when he gets beaten down… though then again, I think Garvin loves it when people beat him down, too!

Reaching back, Frank Garvin uses his long arms to start hitting Diego in the side of the head with clubbing forearm blows. Finding Diego’s mouth, Frank sticks a thumb in and starts to pull, but Diego repositions his face and bites down onto Garvin’s finger. Frank’s other hand reaches up and gouges Diego in the eye, forcing him to break the hold.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think I would’ve bitten Garvin if I were in Diego’s position… there’s no telling what infections he might contract in doing so.

Backing up a step, Diego turns and runs into the ropes, gets some momentum, then comes back with a flipping bodysplash that connects right to the back of Frank, slamming him down to the mat face first. Noticing that Stephen Rawlings is getting to his feet, Diego moves in, grabs Rawlings underneath one arm and around the head, locks his arms and flips Stephen up over his head with a suplex. Immediately rolling into position, Diego goes for a pinfall attempt…

One…

TWO…

THR- NO!!

The fans let out a disappointed exasperation, and Diego gets to his knees and spots Frank Garvin. Returning to his feet, Cardenas tries to grab Garvin by his head, but he’s lifted up off his feet and driven into the corner turnbuckle hard by Frank. Keeping Diego on his shoulder, Garvin backs up and then charges back in, diving towards the turnbuckle and drilling Cardenas’ back into the top turnbuckle again. Diego grabs the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle, and when Frank moves back, Diego holds on and then kicks his opponent away. Garvin tries to move back in on the attack, but Diego again kicks him.

Jimmy Yates: Frank staggers back, and I think those kicks did some damage…

Diego leaps off the top rope, wrapping his legs around Garvin’s head, spinning Frank around slightly before throwing himself backwards into a hurricanrana.

Jimmy Yates: There’s that wicked hurricanrana by Diego, not spinning around the entire way and driving the top of Frank Garvin’s head into the mat!

Alan Ducard: Now Diego is going for the pinfall… and Stephen Rawlings is distracting referee Don Bower!

…

…

Diego doesn’t hear or see any pinfall being counted by the referee, so he gets up to his knees to find Stephen Rawlings keeping Don Bower from counting. Without even getting all the way back up to his feet, Cardenas charges forward towards Stephen, but before Diego can get his attack going, Stephen Rawlings takes a step forward, takes Diego down with a drop toe hold, then twists his legs around and rolls Diego up into a pinning combination, hooking the legs deep…

One…

Rawlings pulls hard on the back of Diego’s waistband for leverage…

Two…

Three!

Referee Don Bower gets to his knees and calls for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner… Stepheeeeen… Rawlings!!!

Jimmy Yates: Just like I thought, Stephen Rawlings somehow finds a way to pull through with a victory, but there at the end it was really looking like Diego was going to win.

Getting to his feet, Diego de Cardenas gets up in Don Bowers’ face and complains, motioning to his back waistband. When Don Bower puts out his arms and shrugs, Diego reaches behind the referee and tugs on HIS waistband briefly.

Alan Ducard: Be cautious there, Diego, you don’t want to overstep your bounds…

Don Bower takes a step away from Diego, causing him to let go of the referee’s waistband, and he once again tells Cardenas that he didn’t see the attire-pull by Rawlings, so the pinfall stands. Exasperated, Diego turns and pounds his fist down onto the top turnbuckle. In the momentary reprieve, Don Bower exits the ring where he raises Rawlings’ arm in victory.

Bryan Harris: Diego’s got nothing to be ashamed of, or even mad at… he lost to one of the best in the business.

Jimmy Yates: I’ll tell you, I think he won over even more fans through the course of this match, and they’re cheering for him now.

At that moment, "Down and Out" by Tantric hits the PA as the crowd goes wild. The camera pans to see Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith appears from the backstage, microphone in hand. He absorbs all the cheers in, letting it all in, as he turns to the new No Limits Champion with a snicker on his face.

CB: So you did it, Leers. You did it. You weasled your way into another title shot, and you know what? You have the No Limits Championship. Congratulations. You did it in the most cowardly way possible, by picking up the scraps and pinning Damien Black when he was out. Congratulations, Leers.

Tyrone does some fake golf clap, which gets a little laughter from the fans as he paces around the entryway, continuing to speak.

CB: I think you know why I'm out here, Leers. The thing is, you are champion, and I am the former champion. I have my mandatory rematch clause and I intend on using it here very soon. And don't you think about giving Chris Turner or anyone else that title shot, because frankly... you never pinned me. You pinned someone else, so I lost my title on a technicality. So if you know what's right, you will give me MY title shot.

Tyrone grins at the No Limits Champion as he shrugs his shoulders and continues to speak.

CB: One-on-one. Noone else. No one but me in you in that ring, Leers. We will see who is finally the best. We will see ---

"Whoa...whoa..whoa..."

From the top of the rampway stands one of the most talked about new Legacy stars, Thomas Manchester Black. TMB smiles at stares down at CB and Leers. He shakes his head for a moment before speaking.

Thomas Manchester Black: I hate to break it to you, Ty...but you lost. And you know what that means...that means you go to the back of the line and wiat with everyone else while the more deserving guy takes your spot. And that guy, if you haven't noticed yet...is me. And as much as we would love to see Leers take you to the woodshed again...these good people would much rather want to see me start my no limit title reign.

Tyrone turns around and notices TMB behind him and smiles, shaking his head slowly as he chuckles softly

CB: Well, well, well. Look who the cat dragged out from the backstage. If it isn't Thomas. Listen boy-o, this doesn't concern you. This is between me and that scum of the earth who is holding my title over there. So why don't you be a good boy and go back where ya came from and let me and him settle this once and for all?

TMB chuckles a bit, not believing that he is being brushed off.

TMB: Look...you had your shot. You dropped the ball. Now look, Somewhere int he back Greyson needs you to hold his jockstrap. Why don't you go handle that and let me do what I do best...de-throne champions.

All the sudden Tyrone's eyes light up and he turns to TMB and points at Ethan. He smiles and nods his head.

CB: I have an idea. I have a way to please EVERYONE. How about this, Thomas? I'll use my rematch clause at the Supercard and you can get added to the match as well. Make it a triple threat match. Me, you and Leers. Leers needs to get a taste of his OWN medicine after what happened at Destined for Greatness. Me and you can take down leers, then there will be noone stopping us from me going one on one to decide who the No Limits Champion will be. How does ---

At that moment, Leers decides to butt into the conversation, seeming very angry.

Leers: Hey, F**ktards? I'm the Motherf**kin champion here. You F**kwads are not going to f**kin tell me who I f**kin face and who I f**kin don't. I will f**kin face who the f**k I want to. And I am not f**kin facing you two at the same godd**n time, so you better get that f**kin idea out of you heads.

TMB: IT doesn't matter how it goes down, Tyrone. Rather I whip both of your asses and become champion. Or I take you down for the count and move on to demolish Leers. Either way the end result will be the same.

Tyrone kinda shrugs his shoulders and points at Leers.

CB: Whatever. It's his... or your, funeral. Either way, I will not rest until I get my Championship back around my waist. I title I was never pinned for to lose.

As the bickering continues, Smith Cartwright comes out from the back and stands next to the duo of Thomas Black and Crazy Boy.

Smith Cartwright: I have been listening to this and I have the perfect solution. Ethan, you will not have to face both of them at the PPV. You will only have to face one of them. Who will you face, you may ask? Well, Thomas Manchester Black will go one-on-one at the Supercard against Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith and you will face the winner of that match at the PPV for the No Limits Championship.

That gets a reaction from the fans as Tyrone and Thomas glare down each other, a little bit of a stare down happening as Leers just laughs hysterically in the ring.

Fergie - GLAMOROUS

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We see a hand reaching out and opening a door, and turning the handle, and as it swings open it reveals just a taste of the world of excess and excellence in which Matthew Dawson dwells. In plain view we find the old "ENTOURAGE" set up is still being maintained by Dawson, save for the fact that not instead of the group praise, some of the adornments are centrally focused on praises The Highlight of the Night's accomplishments, such as the painting of a victorious Dawson standing with the ToV Championships around his waist. Seated towards the back of the room in a full deep golden colored suit with purple tie, shirt, and accents sits Matthew Dawson. To his left is the beautiful and exotic Elena Pisk, and to the right his auburn haired assistant Charity. Only seconds after the door opens to this world, The Highlight of the Night speaks.

HOTN: Welcome Landon - a drink perhaps? The bar is full, and please no need for you to stand.

Dawson waves his hand and Charity is ready to spring into action if needed, and Landon takes a seat but declines the drink.

Landon Savage: So what is all of this about Dawson?

HOTN: I called to have this little meeting with you sort of as a favor to you and to LEGACY at large. I took the proactive approach to save this federation any more wasted time without an Elite Champion.

Landon Savage: Now Dawson, surely you don't think that just insulting all the other champions in LEGACY that came about due to the front office match making is going to get you what you want?

HOTN: Landon, Landon... I'm not aiming to insult, merely state facts. My dealings with Devastation diverted my attentions from being The Elite champion here in LEGACY - a Champion for which LEGACY will not need hang its head in shame any longer. I have decided that I must repair the damage done to the ToV Championship by that raging freak and her loud-mouthed wench sister.

Landon Savage: Any front office feelings on you or Laura aside so as to remain completely neutral here - what makes you think that you should be the next one to challenge Laura for the title? You did well in the Hawkins Tournament, but you lost to Devastation at Destined for Greatness. Why you before him, or anyone for that matter?

Dawson looks at Landon who crosses his arms as if he really is expecting a good answer from Matthew.

HOTN: A minor setback Landon, but if you are looking for a reason - I can give you one, and it's the one that matters most to the suits - RATINGS.

Landon Savage: Ratings? Alright I'm listening.

HOTN: Everyone knows that I am the future of this industry Landon, and that I have the crowd latching on to my every word, my every move when I go out there, but let me set this mach up for you. When the ToV title was removed from my waist, I wasn't pinned. I didn't submit. In fact, were it not for Devastation poor choice of attacking me over the belt I would wager that LEGACY would not have experienced the travesty of a Laura Seton Championship reign. I lost my belt, but I was not defeated in singles competition for it, and if that is not good enough for you as a former Champion I have not been given a rematch for the title.

Dawson smirks and looks to Landon who does seem to have perked up at the notion in spite of Dawson's consistent self-promotion outside of the facts at hand.

HOTN: Think about it Landon, you have The Elite One, The Highlight of the Night coming back to the division and the belt that he took to new heights in a match against the Furious Female Freak - the Ugly Seton sister coming off her signature win at Destined for Greatness. People would tune in just to see me, but you combine uncrowned champion - Matthew Dawson and the curiosity that is the Last Woman Standing - and there will be no bathroom breaks, no changing of channels - they will hold out for a Devastation promo for that - mark my words.

Landon nods his head and he stands up in front of Dawson.

Landon Savage: Well Dawson, the front office already was considering a different direction for Devastation, but you've made your case, and we'll get the contracts drafted and signed. You will have your rematch for the ToV Title at the coming Super Card. Any personal feelings aside, your argument is compelling.

HOTN: It was a pleasure Landon, and you are welcome to stay for the rest of the show, but I'm sure you other matters to which you need to attend.

Landon Savage: Actually I do, Dawson - good luck at The Super Card.

Landon takes his leave, and we see Dawson once again with the ladies of his life with a smile on his face. Soon, very soon all would be right with LEGACY once again - he could feel it.

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Chris Turner: Listen sh*t head... I’m gonna make this short and simple... You stole my pin. I risked MY body to take Black out, and you stole that pin from me...

He leans in close to Leers face.

Chris Turner: I could end you... Right here... I could just rip your head from your body with my bare hands.... But I know that neither of us REALLY want that... You don't want it because, well... I take it you love your stupid pathetic little life... And I don't want it because the Front Office would never give me a title shot if I killed the champion OUTSIDE of a match. Therefore.... you need to do us both a favor, and just nod your head yes for a title shot at the supercard...

Turner loosens up on the grip, so that Ethan can talk.

Ethan Leers: F**k you fa**ot.

Turner tightens his grip again, still pinning Leers against the wall...

Chris Turner: Come on asshole… if you say no, I really have NO reason to not beat the sh*t out you do I?

He begins to choke a little harder.

Ethan Leers: *sputter* F**k me….*sputter*….f**k…yes.

Turner lets go, and Leers falls to the ground.

Chris Turner: See you at the Supercard... And be prepared.... It's gonna be a hell of a match!

Turner turns the corner and disappears.

Ethan Leers: I hate that f**king guy...

After straightening himself up, Ethan Leers spits on the floor and then starts to walk off, but he nearly runs right into Frank Garvin, who was apparently watch that all transpire. Leers backs up a step, and when he realizes that Garvin doesn’t really care about him, Ethan walks off, and Garvin looks down the same hall that Turner walked down a few moments ago.

Jimmy Yates: We have three men vying for the big win in this match, and each one of them is capable of coming away with a victory.

Alan Ducard: Kenji Yamada is a name that comes with a lot of history, and ever since becoming one of LEGACY’s newest roster acquisitions, all eyes have been on this former Yakuza member. He’s known for being a ruthless competitor, but he’s trying to prove to the world that he doesn’t need to fall into a hardcore environment to get the damage done in a match.

Bryan Harris: Yamada is a wildcard, no doubt, but let’s not forget John Thomas. This is a crafty young thoroughbred that knows how to get the job done in the ring, and after a tough loss to Greyson Blade at Destined for Greatness, JT is going to be looking to avenge that loss and get back to his winning ways.

Jimmy Yates: Tim Jones is another guy who has all the potential in the world, but as of late he seems to be struggling to get his feet back under him ever since returning to LEGACY. Hopefully Jones will be able to reclaim his former confidence and get back on the right track, but that remains to be seen as this match gets under way.

Jimmy Yates: You really can’t afford to miss a beat with Yamada, this guy is a weapon in human form, and he knows how to hurt someone.

Alan Ducard: I’m still shocked at the result of the pre-show match between Rawlings and Yamada; Stephen really put a heavy feather in his cap when he got a victory over such a high profile superstar like Kenji.

Kenji drives a particularly nasty kick into the side of John’s ribs, but before the attack can go any further Tim Jones slides into the ring under the bottom rope and makes a beeline at Kenji, launching out with a boot and looking to take Yamada’s head off with a super kick. Kenji ducks the attempt, and as Tim’s momentum carries him forward Kenji moves in quickly and locks his arms up into a full nelson predicament.

Jimmy Yates: Expect to see a lot of submissions out of Kenji, he’s at home in a match when he’s able to lock his opponent up and force a tap out.

Kenji shakes his body from side to side, and in the process Jones’s weight is thrown to the left and the right as he struggles to slip out of Kenji’s grasp. Just as Tim’s body starts to slump from exertion, Thomas barrels into Yamada and blasts a double axe handle shot into Kenji’s left shoulder. Kenji is forced to release the hold, and Tim drops down to the canvas in a heap. Yamada staggers forward, and JT moves in, taking hold of Kenji’s left arm and twisting it as he begins to hammer down clubbing blows right into Yamada’s shoulder joint.

Bryan Harris: The Durable One is going with what brought him to the dance, he LOVES targeting an opponents shoulder, because the weaker that shoulder is, the easier it is to apply his crossface chicken wing.

Alan Ducard: One of the most tenacious superstars on the roster, once Thomas finds his groove; it’s hard to put a stop to his offense.

Yamada drops down to one knee after the succession of blows to his shoulder, and JT forces him back up to his feet while still maintaining control of that arm. Thomas switches up his approach, twisting Kenji’s arm up behind his back with a hammerlock, and then while getting up a head of steam, JT races forward and forces Yamada to smash into the turnbuckles shoulder first. Yamada hits hard and bounces, but Thomas STILL doesn’t let the arm loose, this time jumping up and locking his legs around Kenji’s arm, and allowing his weight to drop Yamada’s own body to the canvas. Once both men are grounded, JT cinches the crucifix armbar in as tight as he possibly can, yanking against the tendons in Kenji’s arm while he grits his teeth and puts all of his effort into the hold.

Bryan Harris: And you see now, Thomas’s ground game is just as good as anyone’s. Thomas plants his bull’s eye on that one part of his opponent’s anatomy, and from that point on JT is relentless. He’s going to pull Kenji’s arm right out of the socket if he keeps this up.

Alan Ducard: You can never count Thomas out, he is a fierce submission artist, and once he smells blood it’s hard to get any breathing room in there.

Kenji struggles, and finally starts fighting his way up to his knees, and once there, he manages to lift Thomas’s weight a few feet up off the canvas and SLAM him back down with his free arm, and as Thomas smashes down he releases the hold on Kenji’s arm. Thomas rolls over onto his stomach, trying to crawl away and put some distance between himself and Kenji, but before he gets too far Yamada grabs hold of both of his legs and crouches down, pulling back on Thomas’s legs and effectively locking in a boston crab. Thomas groans in agony as his spinal column is compressed, and he begins to dig his hands along the canvas, hoping to get close to the bottom rope. Kenji rears back even further, his face a cold mask of determination as he puts the pressure into the ligaments of John’s knees.

Jimmy Yates: Would you look at that? Beautiful counter on Kenji’s part, he manages to bully his way out of the crucifix armbar and now he’s applied a boston crab in record time, I gotta admit I’m impressed.

Alan Ducard: It seems the tables have turned, and now Thomas is the one fighting the pain and struggling not to tap out.

Thomas desperately claws his way along the canvas, reaching towards the nearest bottom rope, but his fingers are just a few inches shy of grabbing it. JT buries his face against the mat, practically screaming against the canvas, and looking as though he could give it up at any second. Suddenly Tim Jones springs back onto the scene, grabbing Kenji by the head and BLASTING him into the canvas with a DDT. Yamada hits hard and rolls to the side, grasping his head in both of his hands. Meanwhile Thomas slithers under one of the bottom ropes, curling up into a ball while still feeling the effects of the boston crab.

Bryan Harris: Jones just PLANTED Yamada, I wonder what he’s being fueled by tonight, is it Coors Light or straight up Budweiser?

Jimmy Yates: I was under the impression that Jones was clean and sober…

Bryan Harris: YEAH RIGHT. He might say he’s on the horse, but from where I’m sitting that guy is LIT UP.

Tim goes to continue the attack, pulling Kenji rudely up to his feet, but Yamada drives a fierce palm strike into the shelf of Tim’s jaw. Jones stumbles and Kenji takes him by the arm and irish whips The Ladies Man into one of the turnbuckle corners, and as soon as Jones smashes up against the buckles Kenji follows him in with a RING-ROCKING clothesline. Tim’s feet fly up off the mat with the impact, and he falls face first into the canvas as Kenji withdraws.

Alan Ducard: Yamada back in the driver’s seat, and this could be bad for EVERYONE in this match.

Jimmy Yates: Kenji has a well documented maniacal streak, and it remains to be seen rather or not he’ll be able to keep that in check tonight…

With Tim down on the canvas, Yamada gets on top of him in the mounted position and begins to smash fists into Tim’s face over and over again, knuckles smacking against flesh at an alarming rate, an absolute thunder blast of strikes from Yamada. Finally Referee Travis Rollins is forced to jump in and pull Kenji back, and he sternly admonishes Kenji for the assault. Yamada just stands up and snarls, this time spinning around and locking his sights on Thomas as he slowly begins to gain a shaky vertical base.
Bryan Harris: If Yamada wants to play it that way he’s going to find himself getting disqualified REALLY quickly, a violent streak like that might get you far in a No Limits Match, but in a match like this all it’s going to get you is a loss.

Jimmy Yates: I’m reminded of the rage-induced assaults that men like Entragian & Leers utilize when I watch Yamada in the ring; he’s just as fierce a competitor as those two lunatics.

Alan Ducard: As far as I’m concerned, Kenji is scary good in that ring, regardless of the match stipulation.

Yamada rushes at Thomas and blasts out with a boot, looking to take John’s head off with a yakuza kick, but at the last second JT ducks the attempt and Kenji winds up straddling the top rope. With Kenji hurting, JT takes his opportunity, leaping up into the air and hitting a picture perfect dropkick that catches Kenji in the ribs and knocks him clear out of the ring over the top rope. Thomas turns around just in time to catch Jones barreling towards him, and at the last possible second Thomas catches Tim’s arm and whips him down to the canvas with an armdrag takeover.

Bryan Harris: And just when you think JT is out of it, he shows you just how durable he really is. This man impresses me week in and week out.

Jimmy Yates: He’s one of the best, trained by William Anselm; this young man knows how to get the job done, regardless of his arrogant demeanor.

Bryan Harris: I swear Jimbo, normal people call it confidence, but you wouldn’t know confidence if it bit you in the ass twinkle toes; I’ve got a mind to pull your man-card right here and now!

Tim gets right back up, albeit with spaghetti legs, and Thomas moves right back in on the attack, sending several knee shots into Tim’s gut. With Jones reeling, Thomas twists up one of his arms into a standing armbar and then negotiates his opponent towards one of the turnbuckle corners.

Alan Ducard: I can almost sense what JT is going for here, he must be thinking Old School, and this will not bode well for The Ladies Man if it hits.

Tim struggles against John’s grasp, but Thomas maintains his grip and begins to ascend to the top rope. Once up in no man’s land, John shows great agility and actually begins to walk along the top rope, before LEAPING downward and crushing a knee into Tim’s shoulder. The impact causes Tim’s to drop down hard to both knees, and to add insult to injury Thomas palms the back of The Ladies Man’s head and smashes his skull into the canvas. After Tim is laid out against the canvas, John looks to the crowd and flashes his pearly whites, obviously proud of his actions.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know about you guys, but I’d call that straight up AWESOME. THAT, boys, is something worth blogging about.

Alan Ducard: Definitely an awe-inspiring show of skill from John Thomas, and he’s really doing a good job of pacing himself and keeping this match within his comfort zone.

Before Thomas can celebrate too much, Kenji is back in to the picture, leaping up and springboarding off the second rope Kenji SMASHES his own body into Thomas with a springboard moonsault, and Thomas is barreled down to the mat, while Kenji manages to land on his feet. Thomas rolls awkwardly onto his stomach, and Yamada steps forward and stands over him, and then he reaches down and tucks JT’s legs around his own waist and proceeds to grab hold of both of John’s arms, before finally REARING back and lifting JT’s twisted-up body into the air and suspending it there in a truly agonizing submission maneuver.

Jimmy Yates: Good god, Kenji has Thomas twisted up like a pretzel, this is a technical masterpiece of a move; look at that expression of blunt PAIN on John’s face!

Alan Ducard: I just received word that what Yamada has applied is a pendulum lock, and it looks as though he’s got it cinched in perfectly, I don’t even want to imagine the excruciation that’s traveling through JT’s entire body right now.

Thomas squirms in the hold, his body racked with pain, his mouth pulled open in a silent roar to vent some of his agony. Yamada leans further back, applying a tremendous amount of torque to the hold, and this time John actually does cry out, his body feeling as though it’s on the verge of snapping. Then like Thomas’s guardian angel, a newly risen Tim Jones runs forward and blasts Kenji across the neck with a clothesline, and Yamada is forced to release the complicated submission hold. John’s body slumps down to the canvas in a heap, his breathing slow and labored.

Jimmy Yates: It’s a good thing Jones showed up when he did, I think Thomas was about to pass out, I don’t even want to imagine what he was enduring…

Alan Ducard: Well this is a triple threat, every man for himself, and Jones definitely didn’t want to see Thomas tap out so that Yamada would pick up the victory. Even though it seems like he was helping JT, he was really only helping himself.

With Yamada laid out, Tim turns his attention to John Thomas. Jones makes his move, lifting a still hurting Thomas up and then scoop slamming him right back down to the mat with authority. Tim pauses to pick his spot, and then he jumps up and plants an elbow into Thomas’s heart, causing a tremor to run through The Durable One’s already aching anatomy. Meanwhile Kenji stirs on the opposite side of the ring, pulling himself up to his feet using the top rope. Tim runs forward to meet him, and Kenji flings out a boot and this time the yakuza kick lands, DRILLING Jones right in the middle of his face and effectively stopping his momentum. The Ladies Man flops down to the canvas and rolls, cradling his face in both hands.

Bryan Harris: Talk about brutal, looks like that kick knocked the whiskey right out of Jones, he’s going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.

Jimmy Yates: Do you really feel it’s necessary to harp on another man’s personal demons Bry?

Bryan Harris: Necessary? Nah. Fun? Yes.

Yamada spins on his heels and makes a beeline towards Thomas, who’s barely managed to pull himself into a turnbuckle corner, where he sits against the ropes while trying to regain his strength. Thomas sees Kenji coming, and he fires up and forward with a right hand. Kenji is rocked back a step, but he comes right back and smashes a right of his own into JT’s cheek. Thomas winds back and throws another punch, this one connecting with Kenji’s lower jaw. Yamada lists to the side as though he’s about to fall, but then he comes back HARD with a palm strike that slams right into Thomas’s chest, knocking him back several paces.

Alan Ducard: Look as these two trade blows, each man standing his ground, something’s gotta give here!

Yamada takes a step or two back, then gets up a full head of steam and runs forward, looking to clock Thomas, but at the last possible second John sidesteps and grabs the back of Kenji’s head, using his own momentum to propel him over the top rope and out of the ring, where he crashes down to the floor with a dull crack. Having landed badly on his side, Kenji crawls along the thin mats on the outside, and then his eye falls on a steel chair near the announcer’s tables. He seems almost to be contemplating picking it up, but some sort of internal struggle is going on within him, and he begins to shake his head back and forth sternly, almost like saying NO to himself.

Bryan Harris: Yamada took quite a spill, but right now he needs to concentrate on getting back in this match instead of worrying about the demons in his own damn head!

Jimmy Yates: Whoa, keep your eye on the action inside the ring, Jones is up and he just made a FATAL MISTAKE!

Meanwhile Jones has staggered up to a vertical base, and as he turns to Thomas his arm is SNAPPED UP behind his back, while Thomas snakes his other arm around Tim’s face and begins applying the pressure like a madman. With the crossface chicken wing locked in, Jones begins flailing about desperately, using his free arm to look for any kind of purchase, rather it be a ring rope or even the referee’s shirt, ANYTHING he can use to free himself. But his search is fruitless, as Thomas drags him to the center of the ring and uses of his strength to keep him there, Tim can do nothing but struggle and reach out blindly.

Alan Ducard: This is bad, Tim’s face is turning an alarming shade of fire engine red, and he can’t have much left in the tank…

With Thomas SHAKING Jones back and forth to add even more torque to the maneuver, Jones can endure no longer, he hisses through gritted teeth to the referee, saying “I give” and smacking his free hand against his own chest in a tapping out gesture. Rollins throws a hand to the timekeeper, signaling that this one is OVER.

Josephina Colbert: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AS A RESULT OF A SUBMISSION, JOHNNNNN THOMASSSSSSSS!!!!

Just as Josephina makes her announcement Kenji slides back into the ring under the bottom rope, his body sore from head to toe, but he still have enough energy to realize he’s too late. Kenji slams a fist against the canvas, a fiery expression in his eyes as he watches Thomas slither out of the ring and make his way triumphantly up the ramp. John looks back and both of his opponents, a smirk on his face as he mouths the word “awesomeness”, before finally exiting through the curtains leading backstage.

Jimmy Yates: Well that one was over in a flash, once Thomas locks in that crossface chicken wing, it’s only a matter of time before someone goes down for the count.

Alan Ducard: This is a big redeeming win for Thomas, having come up short in his contest with Blade at DFG, it looks as though John has found his groove once again and he is ROLLIN.

Bryan Harris: Kenji sure don’t look happy right now, and I feel pity for anyone who makes the mistake of crossing his path when he heads backstage.

Intern Avery: You've been gone from the sport for a long time... I suppose my last question is... when do you reveal yourself?

That's when we catch a shot of our man. He sits clad in all black... black slacks, a black button up shirt, and a black cardigan. Over his mouth is a black bandana... his face barely illuminated.

???: The hourglass is empty.

A slight chuckle.

???: And time is up.

Then to black. Then a loud screeching noise. Footage shows as our man cracks Devastation over the back with an extending lead pipe.

Black.

Then footage shows from time ago when he stood toe to toe with Cade Sydal. A smirk on his face. Our next shot shows him standing over a fallen Sydal.

Black.

He stands opposed to Jonny Johnson. His head cocks. Then with Rocky Stellar. Our highlight reel is speeding up. He's seen opposed to Loco Martinez... Chaos... that's when everything goes black.

A moment of silence ensued.

Until a loud buzzing noise commences. It's ear-piercing. The tron lights up.

Locusts in flight.

"FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!"

"Orange yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire fire fire
I'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire
Those young fists clenched in the air
Make a million millionaires
Set fire to the ships on fire!
Set fire to the hips on fire!"

And finally, one single silhouette stands at the top of the entrance way. He stands clad in all black... the same black outfit that had been made famous in his years at TTW. His black hood covering his face... his eyes piercing the mass of fans through mesh eyeholes.

"Constellations strung up like barbed wire, wire, wire
I'm drinking cement like it's going out of style, style, style
Those cold hooks, cemetery claws
Raking out the infants' jaws"

As he makes his stride to the ring, the fans ring out in boos. However, it isn't overwhelming. There's a strong distaste for him, but it's not the same. As he continues to walk down the ramp, we get a shot of him from behind and notice a black rag hanging out of his tights. Then a shot of his face. He stands in from the ring momentarily... and he couldn't look more comfortable. After a few moments of soaking it all in, he finally makes his way to the steel steps and enters the ring... quickly requesting a microphone.

And it's then that the boos truly ring in. He stands there for a few moments, waiting for the boos to die down as he shakes his head...

Chivalric: A year and some change...

Boos continue to ring out. He shrugs.

Chivalric: That's how long it's been. Not only since you've seen me, but since I've left this country. And I come back... to this? Lackluster is the only word I can use to describe your reaction...

He pauses.

Chivalric: Then I had to remind myself that things have changed in this game. Afterall, they have, right? Let's be perfect honest... everything has. From top contenders, to newcomers, to the industry as a whole. The tables have been turned, the foundation's been decimated... and here I stand. Amongst the rubble and the ash of a time long gone... I stand here with my fist up and my middle finger in the air... and I have to admit life hasn't been good to me.

The crowd cheers at this, but he ignores it.

Chivalric: I've dealt with my incarceration, broken promises and broken dreams, and a dead bride... and I have nothing to show for it.

A momentary pause.

Chivalric: Nothing but scars.

His head cocks.

Chivalric: But these scars remind me that this life was never perfect... and it's something I've preached throughout the duration of my life.

The crowd is seemingly silence as he pauses... slowly bringing the mic back to his mouth.

Chivalric: I'm not here to destroy LEGACY. I'm not here to bury it... I'm simply here to stir shit up. Controversy's always been my calling card. I'm a vulture. I'm here to devour what's left of those of you who've experienced hardships...

A pause.

Chivalric: For those of you who've lost... for those of you... who've given up.

He grins underneath his mask.

Chivalric: I'm here to clean LEGACY. To clean LEGACY of those who've crumbled.

He nods...

Chivalric: This isn't a massacre...

He shakes his head.

Chivalric: It's not some... some f*cking second coming...

He stops.

Chivalric: This is an extermination. And I will see to it that I leave LEGACY a desolate wasteland... a cemetery of future champions and past legends...

A pause.

Chivalric: It's time to get back to top form. And it starts now.

As he finishes, he drops the microphone and stands there for a moment. He enjoys this. This feeds him. As he slowly makes his stride back up the ramp... he stops at the top and retrieves the cloth from his back pocket and puts it to his face and mouth.

After a quick huff, he stuffs it back into his pocket... the fans ringing out in boos. And it's then that he disappears back behind the curtains.

Contessa: You should have been off that thing a half hour ago, Cronos. He’ll be here soon and you need to shower.

Cronos doesn’t take his eyes off the screen or hands off the keyboard and mouse as he speaks.

Cronos Diamante: I just want to check what the daily is. I’ll get in the shower after, ok?

Contessa sighs and shakes her head.

Contessa: The Heroic is ToC and Regular is CoS. I never should have showed you WoW. It’s an addiction now.

Cronos Diamante: Sweet! Quick runs. Aren’t you saved though?

Contessa sighs at the ignoring of her statement.

Cronos Diamante: That means I have to tank? Aw man. And this lag is killin’ me. Come on!

Cronos seems none too happy with the news and begins clicking away at logging out.

Contessa: My DK isn’t. You can DPS if I use her.

Cronos Diamante: DK’s aren’t tanks. No shield, no tank. How many times must I…

A knock at the door interrupts what could have been a potential argument. Cronos instead sighs and checks his watch for the time. He looks up to Contessa and shakes his head and motions it for her to answer the door.

Cronos Diamante: I guess he wants to get some food before we go?

Contessa answers the door to Intern Avery holding a microphone with camera man in tow. Contessa shrugs and leaves the door open as she walks away shaking her head.

Contessa: Now he won’t even get in the shower. Maybe he’ll just f…

Her voice trails off as she storms off down the hallway and Cronos stands up from the loading screen to Blizzard’s overly popular game World of Warcraft. He watches Avery’s face of concern at Contess’a obvious frustration as the camera man shuts the door behind him.

Cronos Diamante: Don’t trouble yourself, Avery. She’s just pissed I have better gear than she does. But what can…

Contessa: I AM NOT!

Cronos doesn’t even respond. He just makes a “see” expression with his hands and sits down in the living room area of the hotel. Avery sits across from him while the camera man sets things up.

Cronos Diamante: Where’s ‘Drew?

Intern Avery: I don’t know to be honest. I haven’t seen him all day. I found a note telling me to come interview you though.

The camera man motions that he is ready as Cronos hangs his head to the side in slight thought.

Cronos Diamante: Must be sick.

Intern Avery: And we’re rolling. Speaking of sick, Cronos. You were looking very ill at the pre-show in your tag match with Diego but on the night of Destined For Greatness you weren’t. You were looking very well actually. Care to comment?

Cronos smiles and shrugs his shoulders non-chalantly.

Cronos Diamante: Seemed I was overcome with one of those 24 hour bugs and not some sort of swine flu that was pondered. Really unfortunate for Diego I saw but I was in and out the entire night. But at least I showed up.

Intern Avery: Is that what you called your performance?

Cronos lets out a laugh.

Cronos Diamante: Well I wouldn’t call it a performance exactly. I just kind of stood there.

Intern Avery: So then I guess the big question everyone wants to know is… why did you do it?

Cronos moves his head to the side, scratching just at the top and raises an eyebrow as he looks at Avery with a response.

Cronos Diamante: Not sure I follow you, Avery. Can you ask me in more detail?

Intern Avery shrugs his shoulders and sighs.

Intern Avery: I’m asking why you decided to join AoD. Why did you, for the past month or so, make us believe you were all about honor all over again? Some of us put some faith in you. You changed our belief, our faith with the push of a latter and smashed it as well as you would have that steel chair against any one of the opposing tag team competitors had any been on their feet.

Cronos stands up and walks over to the computer and grabs his bottle of water. He takes a drink then points to it.

Cronos Diamante: Want one?

Contessa pipes up out from the hallway.

Contessa: Don’t do it Avery. It’s not worth the eight dollars he spent. It’s water. Answer the question, Cronos.

Cronos shakes his head in a “yes dear” fashion and sits back down, water in his hand.

Cronos Diamante: There was nothing dishonorable in what I did, Avery. I saw a man fighting without a tag team partner and I came down to help. What honor is there in leaving a man to fight alone against a stacked ring of very good tag teams?

Intern Avery: As opposed to watching Diego get killed in the ring?

Cronos sighs.

Cronos Diamante: What better way of righting the wrong than to enter a match and help a man in the same condition when I was in a position to? I may have not been there the entire fight. But I was there when it mattered. I was just a little… late.

Cronos smiles and stands then pats Avery on the back for a good job of questioning thus far and tosses the water bottle to Contessa. Although having complained about the expensive nature of the bottle, she takes a drink of it and sets it down on the counter nearest Cronos.

Intern Avery: And now you’re a champion again.

Cronos nods his head.

Cronos Diamante: I know, right? Innit cool?

A knock at the door is heard before anything else can be said. Contessa opens it almost instantly and before her stands Mirage wearing the #4 Brett Favre, Minnesota Vikings home jersey; purple shining.

Mirage: Hey Contessa…

Mirage takes a few steps in looking at Avery.

Mirage: Hey Avery.

Mirage looks around the door to Cronos still having not been showered or in any state of ready to go.

Mirage: We should get going, Cronos.

Intern Avery: Mirage, may I have a moment? I have a question.

Mirage smiles and stands up straight.

Mirage: Sure thing. Shoot.

Cronos pipes up from behind the door.

Cronos Diamante: Bang. F*ck. You’re dead.

Contessa: Shutup you.

Mirage laughs and gives Contessa a “calm down” look.

Intern Avery: With Cronos now being part of the World Tag Team Championship picture, does this mean you’re running the team like the Freebirds?

Mirage: Who the f*ck are the Freebirds?

Before Avery can answer, Cronos answers.

Cronos Diamante: Can’t be sure but I think they’re some guys from like 1975 or something.

Mirage shakes his head.

Mirage: Are you calling Cronos old?

Intern Avery: No. I’m…

Mirage: He is.

Cronos Diamante: F*ck you.

Mirage: I would but Contessa was too much for me last night. She’s heavy too. Tell her to stop eat..

Contessa smacks Mirage in the stomach and the two men share a laugh.

Contessa: I’m standing right here, Mirage.

Mirage: I know. He’s the old one. I can see just fine.

Avery doesn’t seem to know what to make of the answer he was given or interaction between the three.

Cronos Diamante: I think he’s done asking questions. That or we scared him.

Intern Avery: I actually have one last question for Mirage.

Cronos moves to Contessa and smiles at her.

Intern Avery: Would you say that you found the Adrian Peterson to your Brett Favre now?

Mirage looks at Cronos for a good second then back to Avery.

Mirage: Does he look black to you?

Cronos turns to Mirage with a “what the fuck?” look on his face.

Cronos Diamante: Now Mirage… we’re an equal opportunity AoD. We accept people of all types of….

Mirage finally pulls the hidden #28 Adrian Peterson home jersey out from behind his back and drapes it over Cronos’ shoulder.

Cronos Diamante: Ok let’s go.

No sooner had Josephina finished the word “Outlaw” than the capacity crowd rises up with cheers, which are only momentarily drowned out by the opening of Greyson's “Outlaw Torn” theme music. However, when The Outlaw appears at the top of the entrance way, the crowds explosive cheers once again compete with the PA system. The Outlaw is dressed in a black “Demand Respect” t-shirt, and khaki-colored cargo pants, and he pauses for a moment at the entrance way for a moment taking a look out at the cheering fans. He doesn't sit and “bask” in the moment, but he does take the time to raise his arms momentarily to acknowledge their respect before continuing to the ring.

Alan Ducard: A true LEGACY legend is joining us here in the ring, and I for one am glad to see him here with us tonight on Strife.

Bryan Harris; Ugh! That egomaniac is probably here just to gloat about his miracle upset of John Thomas at Destined for Greatness.

Jimmy Yates: Well why not talk about it Bryan? That was a great match and for Blade that victory was a vital personal accomplishment.

The Outlaw steps through the ring ropes and approaches Josephina with an open hand, and she hands him the microphone with a smile before exiting the ring.

The Outlaw motions for the theme to end, and without the theme a booming “Blade” chant echoes through the arena. Greyson brings the mic to his lips with a bit a smile.

The Outlaw: Ladies and gentlemen, at Destined for Greatness, you witnessed some great matches – Hazard beating that monster Frank Garvin (crowd cheers), Jester Smiles winning the Hawkins Memorial Tournament (crowd cheers), we have a new world champion (crowd jeers) and yours truly FINALLY beat John Thomas.

The crowd cheers and the “Blade” chant begins again as Greyson takes a moment to collect his thoughts.

The Outlaw: Now, I have to give credit where credit is due. John Thomas is a cocky, arrogant son of a bitch that I'd just as soon punch in the face than shake his hand, but John tested my limits once again at Destined for Greatness, and for that I owe him that small measure of respect.

The crowd doesn't like it, but Greyson settles then with a motion of his hand as if to say “it's alright” and he continues.

The Outlaw: With that being said, I met John Thomas one-on-one, and I beat his ass one, two, three in the middle of that ring, once again solidifying my claim that I am the very best this business has to offer because I can beat anyone ... anytime ... anyplace ... anywhere ... including right here in Albany ... Case Closed!

The crowd ROARS in approval for Blade's last statement, and The Outlaw is about to speak once more in the midst of the chants when suddenly a surprising, but familiar tune to The Outlaw comes from the PA system.

Thanks Paris

Immerse yourself in this moment
Think about our rebirth

A few fans familiar with the theme cheer as the rest look on waiting anxiously to see what happens.

Oh oh
Here comes the rebirth

In the ring, Greyson who had been pacing a bit as he spoke, stops dead in his tracks knowing what the song means and turns slowly toward the curtain an eyebrow raised.

Cuz everyone seems
Cold and emotionless
I can smell the hunger, taste the angry air who resurrects this

This this is the
Rebirth

Road agent Patrick Kidd steps out from behind the curtain on to the stage at the top of the entrance ramp. A few more fans start to cheer as they remember from where they know the music, but some of them go silent when they see what he is wearing. He's wearing his casual blue suit jacket with blue jeans and his usual cowboy boots, but something appears different about him. In his hand is a microphone instead of his mahogany cane.

The Outlaw stalks over to the side of the ring facing the entrance ramp, and his eyes narrow in on the microphone and the lack of the cane, and before Kidd can speak, The Outlaw addresses him, and the production truck immediately cuts Kidd's theme.

The Outlaw: I have a pretty good idea what this is about Patrick, but I'll bite – what brings you out here right now.

Kidd puts his mic into his back pocket and unbuttons his suit jacket, tossing it off to the side. He is wearing a LEGACY t-shirt but it appears he has purposely put it on backwards so that the LEGACY logo is on the back. The front now reads "How Do You Want To Be Remembered?" with the LEGACY "L" Logo in the background.

Patrick Kidd: Greyson I've come out her to make a request, but before I do I have something I need to say, to make my case as it were. You are THE OUTLAW. You've held singles and tag gold in many companies. You've held the World Title in at least four different companies. You're more than an Outlaw, you are a legend.

The crowd cheers Patrick's statements as he walks down the entrance ramp to ringside and looks out at the crowd and then back to Greyson a look with a mix pensive emotion on his countenance.

Patrick Kidd: As you know Greyson, this business takes it's toll on a person, but if wrestling is in your blood you can never walk away from the business. I woke up one morning and realized what I'd become, in my early 30's. I had already become that washed up wrestler that gets a job in the back so he can try and re-live his old glories. But if you have that passion in you, if you still have an ounce of blood to spill, and a trickle of sweat to give, you can't be satisfied with living vicariously. It was then and there that I decided it wasn't over yet for Patrick Kidd. I wasn't going to be that guy who wasted away his legacy. So I made a decision and at Destined for Glory, I handed in my resignation as a road agent for LEGACY, and I made a deal that would allow me to get back in the ring as long as I waived LEGACY of all responsibility of what might happen.

This announcement draws cheers from many in the crowd, and a “calm” response from Greyson, and by calm I mean that he's doing his best to hide the brotherly anger inside him.

The Outlaw: Patrick ... do you have ANY idea what your doing, what you are risking by making this decisions? Have you even considered Jessica or your son when you signed that contract?

Patrick walks slowly up the steps, and into the ring, his eyes locked on Greyson, never wavering.

Patrick Kidd: This past summer I attended a few conventions, you know wrestling conventions, comic conventions, sci-fi etc. You know the drill for the “washed up” wrestlers for when they can't compete anymore. You hit the convention circuit, maybe write a book, or tape one of those popular shoot videos. So I sit there with my glossy 8 x 10's and a box of sharpies, to the left of me Felissa Rose to the right Peter Mayhew. There sandwiched between a wookie and the transexual from Sleepaway Camp, I had to ask myself is this really what my life has become?

Patrick's voice is ripe with sad disgust at himself.

Patrick Kidd: I signed my fair share of autographs, but it's when I wasn't signing I learned the most. People would walk by and I would listen in, and what I heard horrified me.

"Crimson Kidd? Isn't that the guy who's tag partner died in the ring."

"Crimson Kidd? Isn't that the guy who got his nuts squashed with a hammer."

"Patrick Kidd? Wasn't he paralyzed in a match? It's a shame to see him like that."

Kidd takes a steps towards Greyson and stops with just a few feet between them, the crowd hushed as they watch Patrick lay it out at Blade's feet.

Patrick Kidd: That's not how I want to be a remembered Greyson. I have won multiple tag team championships, but that's not how I'm remembered. I need to return to the ring and prove to the fans ... and to myself that I can still do this. However, I don't want any pity. I don't want anyone to take it easy on me. I don't need someone to lay down. To find out if I still have what it takes I need to get in the ring with one of the best the business has ever had to offer. So Greyson, I'm asking you to face me in the ring on the next LEGACY Super Card.

The crowd cheers the challenge laid down by Kidd, but then quiets as it waits a response from The Outlaw.

A mixture of emotions cross Greyson's face as he ponders what he should do. He knows Linda, his wife and Patrick's ex-fiance, isn't going to be happy about this. He knows his daughter won't be happy about this. What could Jessica this about this, especially being so new to a life with someone in the industry? How would she understand? Yet he had never backed down from a challenge.

The Outlaw: Patrick, I really thought you had come to terms with that past, with what had happened to you. You had a great thing going here in LEGACY – you could care for your family and still have something left to offer them when you're middle aged ...

Patrick Kidd: Dozens of former Outlaws have made their way to LEGACY and some of them have made a name for themselves here like Devastation, the late Ray Wilmott, and even Hawkins Memorial winner Jester Smiles. Then there are some historic outlaws who just couldn't cut it in LEGACY like the blue haired sandman Azraith DeMitri, and the pirate Diamond Del Carver – it was their time to leave the industry, at least as far as LEGACY is concerned, but its not my time Greyson.

"I'll be an Outlaw 'til the day I day die, but I've come to terms with the fact that OPW is no more, the Battlegrounds has been made into a shopping mall, and the things I've done in the past are just that, the past, memories that are mostly forgotten already. However, I REFUSE to be remembered as the man who let his friend die in the ring. I REFUSE to be remembered as that guy who had his nuts squashed by a claw hammer, and I REFUSE to be remembered as the guy who fought back from paralysis to be a washed up has been in the back fetching coffee and running errands, ashamed of what he has become."

Kidd's almost shaking with emotion, looking Greyson square in the eyes.

Patrick Kidd: Greyson, if you won't face me next week I'm sure I can find someone who will. I'm sure Kenji would love the opportunity or Chris Turner or Matthew Dawson or Ethan Leers, or even Issac Entragian.

The Outlaw's eyes narrow perhaps in fear for his friend at the mention of those names as Kidd continues.

Kidd: Next show in this very ring on I will cement my legacy, but what I need to know is if you will be standing across that ring from me or not?

Patrick tosses his mic aside and goes to climb out of the ring when Greyson tries to call him back in frustration, but to no avail, and as Kidd starts to head up the ramp, Greyson gets back on the microphone.

The Outlaw: Goddammit Patrick you're a stubborn son of a bitch – you are my best friend, you are my family, and I do NOT want to do this. I don't want to be in this position, and I despise that you are putting me in this position, but I have NEVER backed down from a challenge, and I'm not about to start now ... it's on ... next show, you will go one-on-one with The Outlaw.

The crowd cheers as Greyson accepts the match, Kidd looks up at Greyson from ringside and gives him slight nod, noting that Greyson had referred to himself in the third person as The Outlaw, already beginning to insulate himself from the personal consequences of what might happen. Kidd then turns and makes his way to the back leaving a frustrated Outlaw in the ring.

Alan Ducard: Our next match, which is about to begin, is a contest which wasn’t on the card before the night began, which is why we’re having to do its introduction here and now.

Bryan Harris: If you want to know why this match is happening, you’ll have to hope that you have tonight’s STRIFE on DVR and you can rewind to hear what DJ Cassidy said, but to get the full picture, you gotta know a little more history.

Jimmy Yates: Going back to the beginning of LEGACY and beyond, DJ Cassidy was the tag team partner of Herb Moxley in a tag team called “Revenge of the Nerds” – a team which won tag team championship gold on more than one occasion.

Alan Ducard: Not only were those two a great tag team, but they were also great friends apart from the ring, which is why DJ Cassidy wanted to target Loco Martinez upon his return, given how Loco Martinez put Herb Moxley on the shelf back at Destined for Greatness.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know what Cassidy has been doing since February of 2007, but I can tell you where he hasn’t been – inside a LEGACY ring. Will the two and a half years outside of LEGACY show on Cassidy? I say it doesn’t matter. This is Loco Martinez we’re talking about.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t recall all of his accomplishments, but I do KNOW that DJ Cassidy has been wrestling during the past two years… I wouldn’t wager on this match, but I’m looking forward to watching it.

Alan Ducard: By jove, he nearly knocked Loco’s block off! He may have him here!

One…

Two…

Bryan Harris: The Mo-Fo kicks out at the last second!

Jimmy Yates: Here in the early stages of this match, D.J. Cassidy has shown no signs of ring rust as that was my biggest concern with this match. If anything, it looks like the time away from the rigors of the ring has made D.J. better!

Loco then rolls to the apron to catch his breath and as D.J. heads toward the apron, Loco drops Cassidy throat-first across the top rope before spring-boarding off the ropes and catching D.J. with the LOContra Code (Springboard Enzuigiri from the apron) as he goes for the pin.

Alan Ducard: Oh, crikey! That couldn’t have been good for D.J.’s noggin!

Bryan Harris: That should officially be the "Death of the Nerds" right there…

One…

Two…

Jimmy Yates: D.J. kicked out! I would have thought that hit to the head would spell trouble for D.J., but this young man isn’t going to give up the ghost that easily!

Loco pounds the mat in frustration as he picks D.J. up off of the canvas. He then goes for a roundhouse kick, but D.J. ducks and catches Loco in a double chicken-wing before dropping him head first with a Japanese Ocean Suplex.

Alan Ducard: Blimey! Beautiful Japanese Ocean Suplex there by D.J. Cassidy… will it be enough to topple Loco?

One…

Two…

Thre…

Bryan Harris: That was TOO close! That nerd almost beat the "Cirque du Mofo"!

Jimmy Yates: Well, that "nerd" is, in reality, one of the best all-around wrestlers in the world. You put him in the ring against anybody, he can adapt to their style! He’s almost like a wrestling chamelion!

***** Flash Forward *****

We now go to later on in the match, where we see D.J. Cassidy attempting an Irish Whip to Loco Martinez in the corner, but Loco backflips and catches D.J. with That Warm Fuzzy Feeling (Backflip off the top rope into a Reverse DDT).

Alan Ducard: Loco’s really focusing in on the head of D.J. Cassidy as it’s well-documented that D.J.’s had severe concussions in the past!

Bryan Harris: Good-Night Irene, this should be it!

One…

Two…

Three…

Jimmy Yates: Cassidy kicked out! That was two and seven-eighths right there, but Cassidy is keeping this battle going.

Loco pounds his fists in frustration as he argues with Referee Ross Quattro, inadvertantly allowing D.J. time to recover. D.J. pulls himself to his feet as Loco is still badgering Quattro. Cassidy then turns Loco around and lifts him up in a delayed vertical suplex position before dropping him head-first on the canvas with a vicious Brainbuster.

Alan Ducard: Blimey, I felt the ring shake on that one!

Bryan Harris: How is this dork still going toe-to-toe with Loco? We’re almost fifteen minutes into this match and Loco’s not been able to put the nerd away!

Jimmy Yates: D.J. Cassidy is proving tonight that he can truly take anyone to their wrestling limit. This has to be the best performance in singles action for this third-generation grappler in his career!

As Loco tries to get up, Cassidy fires a shoot kick to the ribs, knocking the wind out of Loco before he runs against the ropes and hits a brutally stiff Shining Enzuigiri as he goes for the cover while the fans are cheering wildly.

Alan Ducard: Shining Enzuigiri! This could be it!

One…

Two…

Three…

Bryan Harris: TWO AND NINE-TENTHS! Jeez, this kid just about pulled off the upset of the century!

Jimmy Yates: D.J. has him right where he wants him. He needs to finish him off here.

D.J. then picks Loco up in position for a Torture Rack, flips him over like a release Burning Hammer, but Loco lands on his feet, grabs D.J.’s right arm and hits him with a LOCaptitator (Short-Arm Superkick) that nearly knocks his face off.

Alan Ducard: By jove, Loco hit that LOCapitator out of nowhere and just like that, this could be all over…

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen… here is your winner of the match… LOCO… MARTINEZ!!!

Loco quickly rolls out of the ring and just storms to the back, wanting to get the heck out of Dodge as D.J. is holding his jaw on the canvas.

Bryan Harris: THAT right there shows why Loco has been a multi-time World Champion and why D.J. Cassidy is just another small fish in a big pond!

Jimmy Yates: See, that’s where you and I disagree. Loco was incredibly lucky to beat D.J. tonight and had D.J. hit the move he was going for, it could have been a huge upset!

Alan Ducard: Kudos to D.J. Cassidy for a hard-fought effort. I sure hope that this is a permanent return for the Moline, Illinois native!

As D.J. gets to his feet, holding the ropes for balance and still holding his jaw, the fans stand up and applaud his efforts. D.J. winces while holding his jaw and pumps a fist to the crowd as he slowly makes his way back to the locker room.

Justin Moreno: Do you ever get the feeling you’re being followed?

Entragian smirks, the World Championship draped over one of his massive shoulders. He cocks his head to the side, his white ponytail bobbing with the movement of his head.

The Ivory Terror: Just keeping tabs on you, that’s all. Word on the street is you still haven’t responded to Anselm’s little tea party invitation yet, that’s good, that’s a smart move on your part Justin.

Moreno raises an eyebrow, staring up into the face of the seven foot monster.

Justin Moreno: Let's just say I'm keeping my options open...

The Ivory Terror: Well don’t agree to anything too soon, you want to think long and hard about who you align yourself with in this industry, and just keep in mind who the big dog is around here.

The Pale Rider pats the World Title on his shoulder, a chesire cat grin on his face and a sinister brightness in his eyes.

The Ivory Terror: I’m a powerful ally to have in LEGACY right now J-Mo, and you’d do well to remember that. Now with that out of the way, I want to wish you good luck tonight in your triple threat match. Win & Sydal, stiff competition, but I have faith that you’ll get back on the right track with a win.

Entragian turns to leave, looking at Moreno out of the corner of his eye, a slyness oozing through his every word.

The Ivory Terror: I’ll be watching, so don’t disappoint me.

Justin Moreno looks at Issac without saying a single word as he goes back to pacing around the back-stage area.

Preston Thompkins: I know this isn't exactly a pay per view event, but I'm glad you're enjoying yourself tonight.

"Fan Boy" Rodney Thurman: Apart from a SuperCard, the first STRIFE after a pay per view is probably one of the most exciting times to be watching LEGACY programing, since that's when all the wheels are in motion and new things get started and old things keep going and you get all the fallout and aftermath of all the things that went down at the pay per view, it's actually really very exciting, and besides, I was told that because I decided not to do a lawsuit, that I'm invited to come back to the backstage area not only for tonight, but also at SuperCard STRIFE 57 and the next pay per view - which to my knowledge is still nameless but there are some rumors floating around the interweb...

Having rolled her eyes halfway through Fan Boy's rant, Anastasia interrupts him.

Anastasia Ewing: Great... I hope that it makes up for whoever attacked you.

Fan Boy: Oh definitely! I mean, LEGACY paid for my medical bills, and the lawyer who my parents contacted said that I might be able to get more money than just medical expenses if I sued, but really, this kind of acccess? It's priceless. You guys should have a VISA commercial or something, because this whole experience - even getting attacked - has been really cool. Not that I would want to get attacked, but it made me feel like I was part of the action. I can tell my kids and there kids all about this - and I have the DVDs to prove it too!

Just then, former No Limits Champion Crazy Boy appears on the scene, a pleasant look on his face. Fan Boy's eyes light up and his mouth drops open as Crazy Boy approaches, and his excitement level escalates as the former champ pats Fan Boy on the shoulder.

Crazy Boy: Hey dude, what's up? I heard that you are still around after Destined for Greatness, and I just wanted to drop by and say hello, seeing as you are still here. I saw what happened at the PPV, and I'm sincerely sorry that happened to ya. I hope these people are treating ya well other than that.

Fan Boy: First of all, I'm one of your biggest fans! I have both of your tshirts - the one they sell on LEGACY Merch AND the one that they SHOULD be selling on LEGACY Merch - you know, the one about "Crazy Airlines"? Great shirt. Limited edition, the one that gets high prices on eBay - but I won't sell it.

CB: Man, you are a fan of mine. I'm really flattered. But I've been very curious about something. Something I've been thinking about for the past few days. Do you happen to know who attacked you?

Fan Boy: Well they asked me that question earlier tonight, and I couldn't remember the name, but a few minutes ago, the guy who attacked me was actually in the ring. Mason Bishop - Chivalric, if you will. I knew I recognized the guy from somewhere, but in the fog of being attacked, it was kinda blurry - until I saw him earlier tonight. He was in LEGACY back in the day, you know that? Dangerous guy, not surprised he attacked me.

CB: I'll tell you what. I have plans already for the night and as you may already know, I have a match at the Supercard against Thomas Manchester Black, so I'm pretty booked till then. How about after the supercard, I go to front office and do a little revenge factor for ya? How about a Crazy Boy vs. Chivalric match. He will learn not to mess with an innocent bystander after I get done with him.

Fan Boy: Yeah, that'd be sweet to watch, for sure. You could use it for a warm-up match before your big return-bout with Ethan Leers, 'cause I know you wanna get back at that guy real good.

Again patting Rodney Thurman on the shoulder, Crazy Boy nods.

Crazy Boy: You know it.

As Fan Boy nods in acknowledgement, Crazy Boy walks off.

Adam Davis: Easy there champ, I know things aren’t going so well for you tonight, but I don’t think that locker had anything to do with what went down earlier.

The Outlaw: Cute – what do you guys want?

Ledge looks over to Davis with a nod before turning back to Blade

Ledge: Now, now…no need for hostility. We just wanted to extend our congratulations for your victory over that no talent hack John Thomas at Destined for Greatness…

Blade seems unimpressed by Ledge’s congeniality.

Ledge: …and also to extend our deepest sympathies for having to get mixed up in this Kidd nonsense for the umpteenth time. Adam and I? We’ll be pulling for you next week. In fact…we were kinda hoping you might do the right thing and just put an end to this charade before it even begins.

More silence from The Outlaw.

Ledge: You know…this little farce that Kidd is calling his…“comeback.”

Blade looks at the two of them in disbelief, like they are completely insane.

The Outlaw: I can’t believe you are even suggesting what I think you are suggesting Nick. With what happened with Kenji and what happened to your wife – your family? You want me to destroy mine too?

Ledge: It sounds to me like it isn’t you who’s trying to do that Blade.

Adam Davis: It was Patrick who came out and challenged you tonight. He is the one who couldn’t just let well enough alone – he had to make a comeback, and he had to do it against you Greyson. Let’s be honest, Patrick Kidd is a FAILURE, and the only reason anyone cared about him in OPW was because he was an epic punching bag – and of course because he was connected to you. Now, he wants to become “relevant” and he goes right back to his “meal ticket” to get it, throwing you and your family situation into disarray.

The Outlaw is disgusted by the comments and it shows in his face as he moves away from the two men. He steps between them and they allow him to pass peacefully, but before he can get out of earshot Ledge calls out to him.

Ledge: It’s desperation, Greyson, he stinks of it. That desperation makes him more dangerous than he’s been in years. Blade…look at me. Look me in the eye.

Greyson turns and looks back to Ledge – his voice calm, but deadly serious.

Ledge: I know what a desperate man is capable of doing. I know what desperate men will do to ensure their spot in history. Think about it…hasn’t Kidd made it clear that this business is more important to him than his family? Do you expect him to show you the courtesy of walking away unscathed when he can’t do that with his own flesh and blood?

Ledge takes a step towards Greyson.

Ledge: You need to squash this, Greyson. You need to squash it NOW before it explodes in your lap. I don’t care how you do it, but if you don’t, I can promise you one thing…you will regret it.

Adam Davis: I would suggest getting in touch with that old school Blade – you know that ruthless SOB who would stop at NOTHING to finish the job. Last time you guys met you didn’t finish things, and it was a mistake and now it’s come back to bite you in the ass here in LEGACY. You need to …

The Outlaw glares at Davis, and he approaches both them with a growl.

The Outlaw: I’ve heard ENOUGH from the both of you. This is my fight – NOT yours. So stay out of my damn business.

Adam raises his hands, keeping thing cool, and Blade storms away and Davis calls out to him down the hall, but this time The Outlaw doesn’t turn back.

Adam Davis: Thinks about what we said Blade … we’re only trying to help you … and LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: James Win – former record setting tag team champion and the first ever FX Network champion. Justin Moreno – two time Tao of Valor Champion…

Bryan Harris: And you know this, man… so the third guy, Cade Sydal, let’s talk about him for a moment. Former Tao of Valor Champion while wearing a mask – and he recently made it to the Hawkins Memorial Tournament finals… and lost.

Alan Ducard: Bryan, I know you might have your bias against Cade Sydal, but a lackluster introduction as such…

Bryan Harris: You want me to give Cade Sydal a proper introduction? Fine. The guy could be one of the best, but because he wants to just be a “good guy”, a “fan favorite”… he fails. He completely fails to reach the heights that he should be reaching.

Jimmy Yates: Cade Sydal has only been a part of LEGACY for two pay per view events, and the only time he has failed to win a match was ON those two pay per views, so really, I don’t see any sort of significant failure. The guy’s going to be successful here, it’s only a matter of time.

Alan Ducard: Well let’s see what transpired in a match which should be fast paced, given the talents of the veterans involved.

Alan Ducard: James Win just took all of Cade Sydal’s early momentum right from him!

Bryan Harris: Yeah he did, that’s what real winners do!

Win turns around just as Justin Moreno is back to his feet, and Moreno snaps up into a spinning wheel kick to Win’s face! Moreno quickly scrambles to hook the leg of Win!

ONE!

TWO!

Win kicks out and Moreno is quickly back to his feet as Win can be seen holding his chin. Win makes it to his knees when Moreno grabs him by the arm and helps him up the rest of the way and sends him to the nearest corner! Moreno rushes in behind Win, but Win lifts his right foot up into Moreno’s face! Moreno stumbles back, holding his own chin now!

Alan Ducard: Win just a half step ahead of Moreno on that exchange, catching Moreno with a boot to the face!

Jimmy Yates: A kick like that will stop anyone in their tracks, jeeze!

Win runs out of the corner and Moreno recovers quickly to swing a clothesline! Win ducks under it and twists his body to hook one of Moreno’s legs as he rolls to the canvas, pulling Moreno back with him into a schoolboy!

ONE!

TWO!

Moreno kicks out this time! Both men scramble to their feet quickly, and Win swings a punch for Moreno, but Moreno ducks! Win turns around just as Cade springboards off the top rope and plants a foot in Win’s chest and a foot in Moreno’s with a dropkick to both men, sending them sprawling away form each other! Cade nips up quickly to his feet and lets out a loud roar, receiving a cheer of approval from the crowd!

Bryan Harris: Where the hell did that come from?!

Jimmy Yates: Out of nowhere, and that’s what makes all of these triple threat matches so dangerous…you can’t get too comfortable with just one guy, because there’s always another one ready to pounce when the opportunity arises like it did just then for Cade Sydal!

Win is up first and he runs at Cade as he encourages the crowd to keep cheering! Cade spots Win and quickly drops into a drop toehold, sending Win down to the canvas face first! Cade is to his feet and Moreno rushes at him from the other corner, only to have Cade turn into him and fire off a Japanese arm drag, sending Moreno flipping over onto his back across Win’s back! Cade pushes to his feet and hit’s the ropes, coming right for the “X” made up of Win and Moreno’s bodies and leaps into the air with a Shooting Star Press, connecting diagonally across Moreno’s chest, sandwiching him into Win, and Win into the canvas!

Bryan Harris: No way! He can’t do that!

Alan Ducard: I believe he just did! Cade Sydal just hit a Shooting Star Press onto both men in perhaps the most unique way I’ve ever seen!

Cade is quickly to his feet as Moreno rolls off of Win’s back, clutching his chest! Win’s arms go to clutch his back as he arches it in agony, and Cade quickly hooks Win in a half-nelson and runs toward him, turning him over and hooking a leg for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

Win kicks out! Cade quickly turns to see Moreno starting to sit up and hooks him in a front facelock while he’s seated, hooks under his left leg, and spins to his own right into a bridge, hooking Moreno for a fisherman’s bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

Moreno kicks out of the tight predicament!

Jimmy Yates: Cade tried with both of them, and still both men managed to kick out of that incredible maneuver that hit them both!

Alan Ducard: He’s a persistent one, and he’ll likely always go for the cover when the opportunity presents itself.

Cade turns back to Win as Win starts to his feet, and helps him the rest of the way. Cade sends Win to the corner, but Win again reverses the whip attempt and follows Cade in, this time with a running forearm into the turnbuckles! Cade slumps down as Win turns around right into Moreno, who swings him up into a fireman’s carry and drops back with a Samoan Drop! Win rolls out of the ring clutching his chest and back as Moreno turns toward Cade again just in time for Cade to run out of the corner! Cade leaps up onto Moreno’s shoulders and rolls backward with a hurricanrana, hooking both legs as he does with a tight cover!

Jimmy Yates: Moreno got rid of Win momentarily and this could be his reward!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Moreno kicks out hard!

Bryan Harris: Whoa! That was way too close for comfort!

Cade scrambles to his feet as Moreno pushes to his knees! Cade rushes to the ropes and rebounds with added momentum, running for Moreno just as Moreno snaps off his knees and turns, driving the point of his elbow into Cade’s cheek! Cade turns a full moonsault onto his chest from the impact and Moreno turns Cade over, quickly hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Cade kicks out! Moreno quickly grabs Cade and pulls him to his feet before driving into his abdomen and rushing him to the corner! Moreno straightens back up and starts driving his right and left fist into Cade’s face and chest, yelling in frustration as he does so! Cade slowly slumps down to the point that his head is against the second turnbuckle before the official backs Moreno away from the corner. Moreno then steps right back in and starts stomping into Cade’s chest!

Alan Ducard: Justin Moreno is risking disqualification by continuing this assault in the corner!

Bryan Harris: He knows what he’s doing! He’s just being aggressive and keeping Cade from being able to get his wits about him, while stretching to the full extent of the rules. There’s nothing wrong with that.

Moreno gets Cade slumped all the way in the corner and backs off as instructed by the referee, before stepping back in again and grabbing the top rope with both feet. Moreno plants his left foot in Cade’s chest and pushes off it to jump in the air, he swings his body back down like a pendulum, sending both feet into Cade’s face! Moreno grabs Cade by the ankle and drags him out of the corner, but Win quickly runs in behind Moreno an d grabs him by the head, sending him over the top rope to the apron! Win turns and runs for Cade, sliding into a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Moreno rushes through the ropes and quickly drops an elbow on Win’s back!

Alan Ducard: Win tried to steal a victory from a hard dropkick of Justin Moreno’s!

Jimmy Yates: That’s the nature of this match, and luckily for Moreno he was able to break it up!

Cade slowly rolls to a corner as Moreno pulls Win to his feet and sends him off the ropes! Moreno ducks his body down and launches Win up in the air as he rebounds with a back body drop! Win crashes onto his back and gets back to his feet holding his back and turns right into a tilt-a-whirl slam from Moreno! Moreno hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Win kicks out, and Moreno turns to start arguing with the referee about the pace of his count!

Bryan Harris: That’s right, you tell him Moreno! He’s been counting too slow this whole time!

Jimmy Yates: You weren’t arguing with Cade was only getting near falls moments ago…

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but I don’t like him.

Win starts to sit up and starts backing toward the ropes, perhaps to use them to help himself to his feet, as Moreno turns toward him. Moreno starts stepping toward Win, who holds his hands up, asking Moreno to just let him up. Moreno comes closer and Win quickly grabs Moreno by the front of his pants and drops back, slinging Moreno through the ropes onto the apron! Win starts to his feet, as does Moreno on the apron, and Win quickly swings for Moreno, but Moreno blocks! Moreno hooks Win in a front facelock and lifts him up to suplex him out of the ring!

Bryan Harris: Whoa! Someone should tell them there’s no need to take this to the floor and potentially injure each other…not when there’s Cade Sydal still left to injure at least!

Win kicks his legs and plants his feet back in the ring and starts to lift Moreno up to suplex him back into the ring. Moreno grabs the top rope, stopping the attempt and then lifts Win up again, clearing the rope before Win slips down the side and lands with his feet on the apron as well!

Alan Ducard: Not a desirable position for either man right now, that’s for certain!

Cade suddenly rushes out of his corner after getting to his feet and drives a forearm into both men’s faces, sending them falling off the apron to the arena floor! Win catches himself on a knee, while Moreno manages to land completely on his feet, though turned around! Win pushes off his knee and Moreno turns just as Cade grips the top rope with both hands and springboards to it and off with a twisting cross body plancha across both of them!

Jimmy Yates: Sydal soars high in the air and crashes into both Moreno and Win!

Alan Ducard: He took quite the gamble there, but it appears to have paid off, at least for the moment!

Cade gets back to his feet and slaps hands with some of the louder fans at ringside before turning and grabbing Win. Cade throws Win back into the ring and hops onto the apron before Moreno grabs him by the ankle! Cade kicks his other foot back into Moreno’s face, and Moreno releases his grip on his ankle! Cade quickly slingshots himself up to the top rope with the back of his thighs and springs back with an Arabian Press to the outside onto Moreno, taking Moreno back down to the floor! Cade pushes up just as Win comes running for the ropes and kicks Cade in the face with a baseball slide!

Jimmy Yates: And just like that James Win looks to be back in control!

Bryan Harris: Justin Moreno provided just enough of a distraction, at that moment anyway, to allow him to recover and execute a perfect pair of boots to Cade Sydal’s face!

Win slides all the way out of the ring with the baseball slide and quickly grabs Cade and slings him back into the ring, following right behind him, he turns Cade over onto his back and hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Cade kicks out and Win immediately swings into a mounted position, placing both hands on Cade’s throat! Cade kicks his legs wildly as the official starts his count, making it to three before Win releases his chokehold and swings back into a lateral press, hooking a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Cade kicks out again and Win slaps the canvas repeatedly with his hand in frustration!

Alan Ducard: James Win has got to be asking himself what else he has to do at this point to keep the man down if he can’t even manage to keep him down for a three after trying to choke the life out of him!

Bryan Harris: Everything he’s doing now though is wearing Cade down, and chipping a way at his stamina. Win knows what he’s doing, and he’s doing it very well.

Win pulls Cade to his feet and catches him as he rebounds with a quick pop up and catches him coming down with an inverted atomic drop! Win pops up off his knee and spins a full circle, driving Cade to the canvas with a discus lariat that sees Cade landing on the back of his neck! Win hooks a leg, but Moreno quickly reaches from outside the ring and grabs Win by the ankle, pulling him right out of the ring! Moreno grabs Win’s wrist when he clears the bottom rope and instantly whips him into the guardrail before turning and sliding into the ring himself and hooking one of Cade’s legs!

Alan Ducard: Justin Moreno now looking to steal a win from James Win’s hardwork!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Cade kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: Oh wow! That moment it took to get rid of Win might have been all Cade needed to get his bearings about him!

Moreno instantly pulls Cade to his feet and sends him into the corner! Moreno points at Cade and then rushes in at him, but Cade swings his body through the middle and top rope, landing with his feet on the apron! Moreno crashes into the turnbuckles with his chest and stumbles back before spotting Cade and comes for him, but Cade grabs the second rope and slides his body through Moreno’s legs under the bottom rope, bridging straight up to his feet! Cade runs to the opposite ropes as Moreno turns around and pursues him, Cade springs to the middle rope and springs back, turning and catches Moreno with both knees to the face and rides Moreno down to the canvas! Cade somersaults forward from the impact and Moreno quickly rolls under the ropes, holding his face!

Bryan Harris: That’s smart on the part of Justin Moreno, getting the hell out of the middle of the ring to avoid being in a pinning predicament!

Jimmy Yates: And it definitely would have been a pinning predicament! Those knees were brutal!

Cade gets to his feet and starts toward Moreno to bring him back inside the ring when James Win slides into the ring behind him and clubs him across the back with a heavy forearm shot! Cade drops to his knees and Win immediately starts stomping down at Cade’s back before turning him over and covering him!

ONE!

TWO!

Cade kicks out as Moreno starts to get back to his feet on the ring apron! Win spots Moreno and rushes at him, hitting him with a forearm shot to the side of the head, dropping him back down to his side on the ring apron! Win turns around as Cade pushes off his knees and sends a thunderous kick into Win’s chest! Win grimaces at the contact before a second kick connects with his chest and a red welt starts to instantly form! A third kick connects and Win doubles over trying to protect his chest from more abuse!

Bryan Harris: Those kicks are dangerous! You could hear them…almost FEEL them…all the way over here!

Alan Ducard: Cade Sydal has been known to train in the Strong Style art of the craft, and it shows with every one of those blistering kicks!

Cade grabs Win by the wrist and whips him to the ropes, but Win reverses! Win swings a clothesline and Cade ducks and continues full speed for the ropes, but Moreno quickly grabs the top rope and jumps to stand on the second rope, separating them and Cade spills right through them, the back of his right leg catching on the middle rope and he crashes first onto the apron and then spills to the arena floor!

OHHHHH!

Moreno hops his feet off the second rope, still gripping the top rope as Win turns around and Moreno slingshots himself into the ring with a flying clothesline! Win ducks it and Moreno somersaults through to his feet! Moreno and Win turn around toward each other and Win meets Moreno with a running elbow that drives Moreno to the canvas!

Jimmy Yates: That was a nasty spill Cade just took, and though it looked as if Moreno would be capitalizing, it turns out Win is the one following up on it!

Alan Ducard: For the moment, at least, that is exactly what it looks like.

Moreno starts back to his feet and Win quickly twists his arm as Cade, somehow, is starting back to his feet on the outside of the ring! Win sends Moreno into the ropes and swings a clothesline as Cade rolls under the bottom rope back into the ring! Win swings a clothesline but Moreno blocks with both hands and turns before jumping up and nailing Win on top of the head with a Pele Kick!

Jimmy Yates: David Beckham Fears This!

The impact of the kick turns Win slightly and he drops to a knee cradling his head. Win pushes back to his feet before Cade suddenly turns and leaps up and back flips with a Pele Kick of his own! Win crashes to the canvas, and Moreno quickly grabs Cade by the hair and trunks, turns, and launches Cade through the ropes into the turnbuckle post! Cade’s shoulder connects with a crack as Moreno turns and quickly hooks Win’s legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds as Moreno pushes to his feet, raising his left arm in victory!

Alan Ducard: Two Pele Kicks appeared to have knocked James Win unconscious, at least long enough for Moreno to gather a three count!

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