Jimmy Yates: No need for excuses, Bry. He should've been trying to win that match either way, and I have to think that Justin Moreno might've been more motivated if HE knew what the outcome would bring... so don't just assume that John would've found a way to win.

Alan Ducard: Regardless, that match is done with and the contender spot is filled... and by the end of the night, not only will we know who the second challenger be for that match, but we'll also have a better view at the rest of the matches to come as well.

Bryan Harris: Yep, and I have a few in mind that I think might be in the waits, but we'll see how things shake out.

Two..

NO. Bashir kicks out.

Alan Ducard: Their speed and agility is giving Bashir absolute fits in the early going. I wonder if Tres Bien will try to cut off the ring and keep the bigger, and slower man in the ring, and keep using this quick strike, high paced, high impact offense. Hit and move. Hit and move. Its been incredibly effective.

Jimmy Yates: Maybe, Al, but not hooking the leg could have cost Tres Bien right there.

Bryan Harris: That leg he "didn't hook" probably weighs more than he does.

Maya stays in the match, as the referee escorts Shinya to his corner. Maya begins to clap, while waiting for Bashir to regain a vertical base. The crowd begins clapping with him and as Mostafa gets to his feet Maya dashes to the ropes, leaps to the middle ropes and jumps back rotating into a high cross body that knocks the big man down. Quick as a hiccup Maya is back to his feet, bounces off the ropes and nails a baseball slide into Mostafa's ribs.

Bryan Harris: He calls that the Ichiro!

Jimmy Yates: No he does. NOT.

Bryan Harris: Fine, but I'm calling it the Ichiro!

Maya is back up and nails a standing moonsault. He stays on top for the cover, attempts to hook a leg which ends up being difficult for him to do.

One...

Two-NO.

Bashir presses Maya into the air and off him with violent authority.

Bryan Harris: That time he wasted time strugglin' to hook that "side o' beef" Bashir calls a left leg, and look it where it got him!

Both men are to their feet. Maya runs and slides under a wild clothesline attempt. He reaches and tags in Shinya. Both men are in the ring, dashing left and right. Mostafa Bashir swings wildly at them when one of them getes close enough, but keeps missing. Shinya runs and leaps looking for a spinning heel kick, but is swatted aside. Maya runs to the ropes, and flips into a handspring, bounces off the ropes and leaps back looking for a back handspring elbow (like Tajiri's), but is caught by a sickening headbutt to the base of the skull. The force of the headbutt sends Maya rolling to the ropes. As the action continues he rolls to the outside, and eventually heads to his corner.

Alan Ducard: Each member of Tres Bien is down.

Bryan Harris: Anyone else get the image of King Kong swatting down biplanes during that exchange?

Almost as if it was on cue Bashir lets out a animalistic growl and beats on his chest. As both members of Tres Bien get to their feet, they are nearly decapitated by a double clothesline that turns both men inside out. Bashir quickly grabs Shinya, and plants him with a body slam. He follows up with a couple stomps to the midsection, and then heads over and tags in Allen Franks. Franks Slingshots himself into the ring. He runs and nails Shinya with a clothesline. Bounces off the ropes, and as Shinya gets up groggily, He grabs him and takes him down with a running bulldog. Franks drops down, shoots a half nelson to get him on his back and hooks a leg.

One...

Two...

Thr-NO!

Alan Ducard: Impressive offense from the boys of International Incident. They are "feeling it" to quote an American turn of phrase.

The crowd begins to stir, and it quickly becomes booing as we turn to see the Flying Avengers making an appearance on the top of the rampway.

Alan Ducard: What in the world are THEY doing here?

Bryan Harris: Advance scouting. Like a baseball or football team. You scout. You win.

Jimmy Yates: And they couldn't just pull up to one of the dozens of monitors we have backstage?

Bryan Harris: Its much better to scout in person.

Allen Franks notices the Flying Avengers and gets up, looking perturbed. He stands by the ropes gesturing and yelling at Flash and Kid. The smirk as they continue to saunter towards the ring. As Franks turns back to the ring he is rolled up with a small package.

One...

Two...

THRE... NO!

Alan Ducard: So close.

Shinya pulls Allen up so he is sitting. He buries a stiff kick between Frank's shoulder blades. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a running knee right into that same area. He stops quickly and and kicks back with his right foot, in a modified one legged mule kick that drives Allen to the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Man those kicks were nasty.

Alan Ducard: Quick striking offense from Shinya Nakamura.

Shinya grabs both of Allen's legs and flips over on top of Allen Franks. And as soon as the Flying Avengers see this they tear down to the ring and pull Mostafa Bashir off the apron, and being wailing away on him. They drive Bashir back first into the ring apron and then whip him hard into the ring steps. Inside the ring, the refere is counting the cover...

One...

Two...

Thre-NO!

Alan Ducard: Allen Franks sneaks a shoulder out at very edge of defeat.

Shinya looks up at the ref, pleadingly... but his attention is quickly turned to the beat down happening ringside. He makes eye contact with Maya as both men make a b-line for the brawl. Maya gets there first and pulls Kid Lightning off of the now downed Bashir. Kid launches back with a blind elbow that catches Maya in the temple. Shinya runs and leaps on Flash Dynamites' back, and is quickly dispatched with a modified snap mare to the ground . Maya is incensed by this and levels Kid Lightning with a vicious roundhouse kick to the head. He then launches a flurry of kicks into Flash's legs, staggering him. This has given Mostafa Bashir time to get his wits about him and rejoin the fray as he lands a couple straight right hands into Flash's forehead. Kid and Shinya are now standing and exchanging chops.

Alan Ducard: This is utter madness!

Inside the ring Allen Franks is sizing up the situation. He takes off and runs leaping over the top rope. Kid shoves Shinya forward. Flash Dynamite steps back to get out of the way, and Franks ends up landing on Bashir, and Tres Bien.

Jimmy Yates: Good God!

Alan Ducard: The four combatants from the start of the match are all down. The Flying Avengers are walking to the back, enjoying themselves and what they did here tonight.

Bryan Harris: And... the referee is calling for the bell, effectively throwing this match out.

We see Flash Dynamite and Kid Lightning walking backwards up the ramp clearly enjoying themselves, as they watch the carnage they, in large part, helped create.

Alan Ducard: A very competitive and fairly fought contest absolutely SPOILED by those two "super heroes". Its a shame.

Bryan Harris: Well Tres Bien didn't have to come to the aid of Bashir. They could have taken the two on one with Franks and gotten themselves a win!

Jimmy Yates: They did the right thing. Which is clearly a foreign concept to the two men of the Flying Avengers!

Chris Turner: This is my new invention... its a board with a spike for hitchhiking. The spike makes it easy to atttach a sack to it, You know, to store your belongings?

Landon Savage: Look Turner.... I know you are upset about what happened last show, and you have EVERY right to be... But as a member of the front office, I feel it's my obligation to remind you of the rules.

Chris Turner: Don't worry...

Landon Savage: I'm serious... ANY lethal activity outside of a No Limits match... YOU are in, is OFF limits. You DO get involved, then you lose your rights as a No Limits Competitor. Do you understand me?

Chris Turner: (Under breath) Yes..

Landon Savage: What was that?

Chris is starting to get angry.

Chris Turner: Yes.. I F*CKING understand you... And its bullshit.. He b*tched me out in front of Millions of people for NO REASON... NONE WHAT SO EVER... And that doesn't bode well with me... So yeah... I F*cking hear ya, but I don't like it. Hell, I'm debating on whether or not it'd actually be worth b*tch punching him worse then he could ever me....

Landon Savage: Well... Consider yourself warned...

Chris Turner: Yeah... I got....

Landon walks away..

Chris Turner: What a douche bag....

Stephen Rawlings: What'd I do now?

Chris whips around to see Stephen standing behind him, a large smirk on his face,

Stephen Rawlings: I saw the way you were hoed out by that Garvin guy last Strife.... It must suck really hard to realize how much of a p*ssy you looked like.

Chris Turner: I'm not proud of it... And now the front office has me cuckolded.

Stephen Rawlings: Sounds like SOMEONE has been reading the day of the word calender I got him.

Chris Turner: Shut up. I need to think of a way to get my revenge....

Stephen Rawlings: You can always pull a play out of my playbook. I've lied, cheated, and tricked my way to almost as many titles and wins as Loco.... And yet, the front office never throws silly ultimatums in my path...

Chris Turner: Hmm... You have a point.

Stephen Rawlings: Of course I do...

Chris Turner: Well... Then can you help me out tonight?

Stephen Rawlings: I knew that was where this conversation was leading...

Chris Turner: Come on... I'll owe you big...

Stephen Rawlings: Alright, I'll help you, but.... You have to promise to NEVER ask for my help again....

Chris Turner: Fine... It's a deal!

Stephen Rawlings: I hope to God you have a decent plan....

Chris tries to hide his worried look.

Alan Ducard: Where is this going..

Jimmy Yates: I don't know if I like that smile on your face at all.

:::The following has been paid for by VIP. Those opinions and material from this announcement does not reflect those of Legacy or its members.::

A large silver VIP logo fills the picture as Cage Elephant's "In One Ear" blares. As the lyrics just start to kick in, the metallic logo slowly dissolves into a studio. As the camera takes in the scenery, the final bits of the intro song keep going.

"The crowd will only like me if they're really f***n' drunk,
They think they know my thoughts,
But they don't know the least,
If they listened to the words they'd find the message tucked beneath

But it goes In One Ear,
And right out the other,
People talkin shit even though they never bother,"

Adam Davis and Ledge sit comfortably in the studio. Both are sitting in matching sleek jet plush chairs. Davis to the left, Ledge on the right in the foreground while a massive projection system splits them from the background. Playing on the projection screen is an array of cut scenes and imagery; the images switch back and forth between videos of their previous brutal attacks, the shining red blood stark against the black and white scene and various VIP stylized logos. Interspersed throughout the video are a few brief clips of Greyson Blade.

Davis: I would first of all like to welcome each and every one of you to the very first installment of the VIP Lounge! This is our own sanctum to voice our bits of honesty and reason for the Legacy faithful without the fear of some loon trying to attack us.

Ledge: Seriously, what kind of coward just jumps people? No class…

Davis: Lots of charisma and good taste though..but that’s beside the point. The fact of the matter is, we could have done this during an off-day, or even found a cheaper venue to distribute our message.

Ledge: Could have started small like Wayne's World on public access.

Ledge smirks while Davis tries to hold in a chuckle before getting serious.

Davis: ..But we wanted everyone who follows this company to hear us. It wasn't cheap, but this air time belongs to us. Our first order of business is simple. I want to take this time to publicly welcome Mr. Greyson Blade to the VIP!

The screen behind them stops the erratic clips and scenes and changes to an obviously photoshopped image of Greyson Blade wearing a VIP t-shirt and holding a croquet mallet instead of his normal sledgehammer.

Davis: I know most of you would like to believe this isn't the case, that we’re fabricating this happy news. You might even point to the fact that I have a match with him tonight..but that's where you are wrong for assuming.

Ledge: When you assume you make an ass out of…

Davis: We know Nick, we know... Blade is going to officially call off our match tonight, and finally join our ranks in the attempt to bring purity and integrity to a company that is being held back by its various freaks, geeks, and untalented hacks. After what we did for him, Grey was able to see that we can do for him what Kidd could never do..what a family does. We helped him.

Ledge: Patrick Kidd doesn't care about you Greyson. He is nothing more than a dangerous tapeworm, willing to suck the life out of your career for his own notoriety and gain. What we did may have been a bit blunt, but like a nasty band-aid, the quick approach was the best choice.

The screen shifts to an old, grainy, sepia-toned photograph. On the photograph is a man dancing over a series of graves. One of the headstone’s has KIDD photoshopped on the chest. Another stone says FANS, and the last GLASS CEILING. The man dancing has BLADE written across his chest

Davis: Now you can finally join your only REAL friends and help us make Legacy the best place it can be. A company that can be seen with great honor and class. One that is free of leaches, like Kidd, and morons who undeservedly keep getting opportunity after opportunity while the REAL talent gets held back!

The scene closes out on a slow dissolve on the flickering vignette on the background screen with the very last of the cut scenes being a black and white picture of Ledge and Adam Davis smiling over a fallen body.

:::The previous statement was paid for and brought to you by VIP. That's VIP, "We're just better.":::

As the vignette fades, we see The Outlaw standing backstage with “Intern Avery” having just watched the presentation.

Avery: You’ve heard what VIP has to say Greyson – so now the question is, what are you going to do here tonight, especially with Kidd saying he wanted to “take care” of VIP on his own this week? And I guess the bigger question is – are you really going to join up with those guys?

Greyson looks to Avery, his jaw set with determination, his wrecking ball-like fists clenched, ready for a fight.

The Outlaw: Patrick Kidd and I have had our problems over the past few weeks, and I can’t say that our match and what happened since have done anything to help matters. Even now with what you just heard you’d think the end of the Kidd/Blade partnership had already happened, that the best of friends had gone their separate ways. Yet, last I checked, tonight’s match wasn’t about Patrick Kidd and myself – Patrick Kidd isn’t standing across the ring from me. Tonight is about The Iceman and The Outlaw going one-on-one in the middle of a LEGACY ring – two former World Champions meeting for the first time EVER right here on Strife.

The Outlaw stops for a moment letting the reality of that segment set in with the LEGACY audience.

The Outlaw: Now, whether or not I agree or disagree with any or all of what they had to say is in consequential because of one thing – I don’t back down from anybody, friend or foe. As God as my witness there is no way – NO WAY, that I would back down from any match, let alone a match of this magnitude. Tonight when I step into the ring all of the sound bites, the headlines, the questions will all go by the wayside because I will be focused on one thing and one thing only, and that’s beating Adam Davis in the middle of that ring … one … two … three.

Case Closed.

With that The Outlaw takes his leave, and the scene fades to black.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard is going toe to toe with Devastation.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but it’s clearly because Devastation is off a step. He doesn’t look as crisp as he normally does.

Hazard lifts Devastation back up and drops him with another chicken wing suplex! Hazard again lifts Devastation back to his feet, but Devastation stomps Hazard’s foot, which gives Devastation enough room to slip out. He spins, twists Hazards arm, and pulls him in for a HARD clothesline! Once Hazard falls, Devastation is able to keep his arm in place and locks in an Anaconda Vice!

Hazard squirms, looking for ropes, but he is in the center of the ring! Devastation continues to squeeze, and Hazard’s eyes begin to start to glaze. Hazard, however, continues scooting towards the ropes and eventually is able to put his foot on the bottom rope! Devastation is off as soon as the referee tells him.

Alan Ducard: Looked pretty crisp right there.

Bryan Harris: Didn’t win the match, now did it? Hazard still got to the rope.

Hazard works his way to his feet and Devastation is on him quickly. Devastation locks Hazard in a front headlock and hits a snap suplex. He then floats over and squeezes Hazard’s head tightly, locking on a tight choke. However, Hazard takes a page out of Dev’s book and hits a foot stomp. Devastation loosens up just enough for Hazard to slip out.

Hazard grabs Devastation’s arm, twists it, and SLAMS it over his arm. Devastation doesn’t got down, but clutches his arm in pain. Hazard gets behind and goes for the Flatscan, but Devastation is able to power out, and takes back control with a headlock.

Jimmy Yates: Back and forth, this match hasn’t seen either man take control for very long.

Hazard drops to a knee and slams a forearm into the back of Devastation’s leg. Devastation releases the hold and Hazard charges forward, slamming a forearm into the back of Devastation. Hazard then locks on a body lock and tries to another belly to back suplex, but again, Devastation is able to power out. He overpowers Hazard, turns, and SLAMS Hazard with a belly to belly suplex!

Alan Ducard: Devastation looking like he’s back in his groove.

Devastation is up quick and he sizes up Hazard. Once Hazard is up to his feet, Devastation hits the ropes and goes for a hard clothesline, but Hazard is able to hit a low dropkick to the leg he’d previously hit with the forearm! Devastation crumbles, clutching his leg!

Bryan Harris: Or not.

Hazard grabs Devastation by the head and lifts him up. Devastation, however, drops for a double leg, but it’s sloppy, and Hazard easily dodges it, dropping down with an elbow drop to crumble Devastation. Hazard then lifts Devastation back up, and Devastation throws a wild punch that Hazard easily dodges. Again, Hazard goes for the Flatscan, but mid way in the air, Devastation is able to overpower and avoid the move, but on the way down, Hazard slams Devastation on his knee with an atomic drop! Hazard then relocks and PLANTS Devastation with the Flatscan!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and STILL F/X Network Champion…HAZARD!

Alan Ducard: A well fought match which was enjoyed by these fans and apparently also by the two competitors… and it appears we’re going to have a show of respect in the middle of the ring.

Bryan Harris: If Devastation was smart, he’d throw an elbow and try to knock Hazard out in hopes of getting a rematch.

Jimmy Yates: Not gonna happen…

As Devastation and Hazard shake hands, the crowd begins to clap, showing their appreciation for a hard fought match. Interrupting the moment, a voice calls in over the speakers, over top of Hazard's theme song.

Voice: Well isn't this a Hallmark moment...

The music fades under and all eyes shift over to the entrance curtain where John Thomas strolls out from the back, wearing white slacks and a baby blue designer shirt with a Rhinestone horseshoe on the upper right breast portion. He's wearing sunglasses, but only momentarily. With the hand which isn't holding the microphone, John takes off the sunglasses and stares towards the ring where the two competitors stand, watching to see what his next move is.

John Thomas: Thanks, guys, for not only taking up time on the show to entertain these fans with an evenly contested FX Network Championship match, but also for providing a signature moment which LEGACY fans can attribute to that belt - a championship which hasn't had many great moments other than my best friend Loco Martinez prying it away from Herb Moxley a couple months ago.

John shakes his head, and he's not interrupted by anyone, since he's the only guy with a mic.

John Thomas: Had I been given the shot at that belt tonight, we wouldn't have a happy crowd right now. Assuming the scheduling of events had gone down the same way, I would be back in the locker room already, having enough post-match time to not only shower and get dressed, but also put a coat of gold polish on my newly won title.

As John pauses and smirks, the broadcast switches to a camera from which we can see Hazard not looking amused by John's insinuation.

John Thomas: I want that belt - as I'm the perfect guy on this roster to represent this great Cable Network... but for now, I'm going to have to wait... and that's fine, because I have something else in mind for the upcoming pay per view. At Destined for Greatness, you all saw how I took Greyson Blade to his limits just like I always do, and with that, I showed that I truly am part of the upper eschelon of this organization... and at Darkest Days, I'm going to take a similar approach. Dev, I'm talking to you.

The broadcast switches to a camera which shows Devastation, now very interested in what John has to say.

John Thomas: A while back when you and I faced off, you talked about how you have my number, how I haven't beaten you in years, and how you don't think I'll ever beat you. Well guess what? The times, they are a changing, and I'm taking my rightful spot on top of this business... and that path is going straight through you whether you like it or not.

Having walked around the ring, Josephina Colbert reaches up and hands a microphone to Devastation.

Devastation: First of all John, not only have you not beaten me in years but you have never beaten me. Each and every time we face off you end up flat on your back but hey, if you want another crack at me then that’s great. I always love carving another notch in the John Thomas loss column.

The view switches back to John Thomas just in time to see him roll his eyes.

John Thomas: Same old TIRED song and dance, dude. Just because I didn’t do something before, that isn’t going to stop me from making you look like a fool inside that ring at Darkest Days. I’d LOVE another “crack” at you.

There is a smirk from Devastation as he eyes John Thomas at the top of the entrance. A moment passes before he raises the microphone once more.

Devastation: You want to step back into the ring with me, then that's great. You want to be embarrassed on pay-per-view then I would be more than happy to do that for you. Consider it done.

Preston Thompkins: You back already?

The road agent smiles as Fan Boy continues his stride down the hall. He turns his head over his shoulder, calling out.

FAN BOY: Yeah, got called about a sit down interview with Crazy Boy!

Preston Thompkins: Well good luck!

Fan Boy continues to look over his shoulder as he nods in appreciation. The nameless road agent eventually disappearing from sight. As he continues his stride down the long, narrow hallway... a hand pops out from an adjacent hallway...

FAN BOY: NNFPHHH....

In the hand... a chloroform rag. That's when Chivalric appears before us... his palm wrapping the rag tightly over Fan Boy's mouth and nose. It isn't long before he falls limp. As he does, Chivalric reaches for an object out of view... and slides a black messenger bag over to him across the floor. Unzipping the bag, he reaches for the contents inside.

Duct tape and a few feet of rope.

The Ivory Terror: Remember, no sugar, I like my coffee black, just like my metal, HAH, get it? Of course you don’t, how can I expect to hold a conversation with vermin like you, get the hell out of my face and pick up those orders, and don’t f*ck up on Liz’s cappuccino or it’s YOUR ass. Chop chop, you’re on the World Champion’s time now boy.

Carter begins to scurry away, and as Issac turns to head back towards his locker room, he finds himself face to face with Jester Smiles. Issac’s face takes on a stony expression, and he takes a step toward Smiles, cocking his head to the side as he adjusts the title belt on his shoulder.

Jester Smiles: With the bass, the mic, the beat, the treble?

Jester falls towards the wall and leans. He is decked out in his wrestling attire, his eyes painted over purple, and his lips painted with a green smile. He is wearing a black "Jester Smiles: Almost Better Than Penguins" t-shirt and his purple and green tie-dyed baggy wrestling pants with matching wrestling boots.

Jester Smiles: You, uhhh, you aren't very nice, are you?

The Ivory Terror: Heh. It figures the clown would get it. And to answer your question, no, I don’t do “nice”. I win championships, and being nice is not the way to get shit done.

Issac slaps a hand against the title belt on his shoulder, a razor-tipped grin appearing on his face.

Jester Smiles: Yeah, that's true. No one nice has ever won a title.

Jester puts his hand to his chin in a thinking motion.

Jester Smiles: Wait a minute, I'm a nice guy. And I win titles all the time! So...uhhh....hmmmmm....

Entragian’s eyes narrow, his tongue clicking against his cheek in a gesture of annoyance. Issac takes another step closer, until he’s practically chest to chest with Jester, white hair hanging about his demonic face.

The Ivory Terror: Yeah, I’ve noticed Jester. You’re a really nice guy. You pander to our leech fans, you prostitute yourself like a five dollar whore, dancing and joking your way into the hearts of those insects. I find it pathetic, but hey, that’s your game, it might even win you a shitty FX Network Championship here and there, but it’s not the road to the big leagues.

Issac leans down, his forked tongue producing every word with venomous intensity.

The Ivory Terror: Don’t force me to teach you your place in the food chain, clown. You’re in over your head.

Jester gets off the wall and stands up straight, getting awfully close to Issac's face. The smile never leaves Jester's face.

Jester Smiles: Those teeth look REEEEAAAL sharp. I bet getting that done cost a lot of money. You know, just looks like a really seriously expensive thing. It'd suck if one of those pearly, sharpy whites got knocked out by something like a fist or a foot. Not saying I'd do that, but, you know...

Jester's grin gets even wider.

Jester Smiles: Not saying I wouldn't.

Jester pops his neck.

Jester Smiles: In no way, shape, or form am I scared of you Issac, but I didn't come back here to fight you. It's not my shtick, fighting backstage and all. But, you know what? Tonight, I'm gonna go out there, punch Rawlings in the face a few times, and then, when I get in that little three way match, I'm gonna punch you in the face a few times, and then?

Jester gently taps the World Heavyweight Championship.

Jester Smiles: That's gonna be mine.

Issac eyes widen, and the moment Jester’s finger touches his championship belt the monster’s derangement begins to show, his teeth gritted together as he damn near GROWLS at Smiles.

The Ivory Terror: You know, Fear is a funny thing. You can tell me now that you’re not afraid of me now, but when you’re lying in a pool of your own blood and make-up, you might think differently. Touch my championship again, and I’ll smack the greasepaint and the shit-eating grin right off your FACE, clown.

Entragian presses his face down until it is mere centimeters away from Jester’s own countenance, his teeth clicking together nastily, his green eyes straight up BURNING.

The Ivory Terror: You want to step up to the plate and challenge for REAL gold? Then you get your ass out there and you earn it, hell, to be honest with you I’d prefer it if you do get the win over that embarrassment Rawlings, not just because he’s a worthless piece of shit, because now you’ve given me reason to want to stomp you into the canvas until you are nothing but a SMEAR.

Entragian leans back, giving Jester some breathing room, and a twisted smile actually eclipses his face as he looks down at Smiles.

The Ivory Terror: So you go out there to that ring Smiles, do your little song and dance routine, be the hero to that sea of hypocrite fans, and light Rawlings up. I WANT you do to it. Because come the Pay Per View, I want to see YOU walking towards the gallows, not Stephen. I want the opportunity to beat the humble into you, so go for it slugger, you go WIN your match!

The grin never leaves Jester's face. He digs into his pocket and pulls out two Tootsie Pops. He opens up the dark blue one and puts it in his mouth. He then slides the brown one between the belt and Issac, letting it stay there. He takes a step back and takes the sucker out of his mouth.

Jester Smiles: You need to relax a little champ. You look so tense. Go get a massage or, uhhh, I don't know, masturbate or something. Geez, so tense. Enjoy the sucker. Tootsie pops are pretty amazing after all.

Jester puts the sucker back in his mouth and leaves the scene. Entragian stands there for a moment, leering after Jester with a sick grin heating up his face. He scoffs, then drops the tootsie pop to the floor and grinds it under the heel of his rattlesnake skin boot. The shot goes dark as Entragian turns his back on the camera and heads back down a different vein of the hallway.

Alan Ducard: Frank Garvin just received a pair of boots, one from each of his opponents!

Bryan Harris: Where the hell did Cade even come from?!

Cade nips up to his feet and turns around as Yamada rushes out of the corner and drives his foot into Cade’s face with a Yakuza kick! Cade lands on the back of his neck and bounces to his chest! Yamada bends to grab Cade up off of the canvas when Garvin runs at him and kicks up into his ribs, keeping him bent over as Kenji backs away, clutching his ribs. Frank runs at him again and kicks him in the side of the shoulder, sending Kenji through the ropes and to the arena floor! Garvin turns around and looks at Cade, grinning.

Alan Ducard: I think Frank Garvin might have something in mind to pay Cade back for that wheel kick!

Jimmy Yates: Whatever it is, it can’t be a good thing for Cade…

Cade starts pushing to a knee when Frank grabs him by the wrist and pulls him the rest of the way to his feet before grabbing him by the throat and backing him into a corner, pressing against Cade’s throat and choking him! Sydal flails around as the official starts counting, Garvin releases the choke and stares at the referee. Frank turns back to Cade just as Cade brings the back of his fist into the side of Garvin’s face! Garvin snaps his head back then turns slowly to look at Sydal, grinning. Frank reaches again for Cade, and Cade snaps off a forearm. A second and third forearm follow, backing Frank out of the corner before Cade lines up for a high kick, but Garvin slaps the shin away, sending it to the side, Cade teeters off balance a bit as Garvin swings a big clothesline! Cade ducks under it and runs for the opposite corner, running up the turnbuckles as Frank turns and comes after him, Cade leaps off the top turnbuckle and turns, driving both feet into Frank’s face with a missile dropkick!

Bryan Harris: How in the hell did he do that?

Jimmy Yates: He’s spent years upon years learning how to be the very best he possibly can be, that’s how!

Cade pushes to his feet and quickly scrambles for Frank, hooking a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

Garvin kicks out! Cade pushes to his feet and looks outside, as Kenji starts up on the apron, Cade runs at him and dropkicks his shins, dropping Kenji face-first on the apron and sending him back to the floor! Cade pushes back to his feet just as Garvin is to a knee. Cade pulls Frank the rest of the way to his feet and whips him off the ropes, and Garvin reverses! But Cade swings under the arm of Frank and kicks his right foot up and back down across Frank’s wrists, releasing the grip and leaping up for a hurricanrana! Frank catches Cade and swings him back up!

Bryan Harris: Cade might just have to Think Happy Thoughts here!

Frank starts swinging Cade down but Cade kicks his legs off of Garvin’s shoulders and lands on his feet in front of Garvin! Frank lunges into Cade and drives him to the canvas with a big clothesline that sends Cade bouncing off his shoulders backwards back onto his feet! As Cade starts falling backward, Frank grabs him by the arm and pulls him in and snaps him over with a power slam, hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Kenji rushes in and sledges Garvin across the shoulders with both arms!

Bryan Harris: Frank Garvin had the match won there if Kenji Yamada would have just stayed outside the ring!

Alan Ducard: That wasn’t going to happen, and I believe deep down you knew that, Bryan.

Kenji pulls Garvin to his feet and Garvin slaps the hands away before whipping Kenji to the ropes. Kenji hooks the ropes and Garvin rushes at him, clothes lining him over the top rope and back to the floor. Garvin turns as Cade pushes to his knees, Frank grabs him by the wrist and sends him into a corner and follows with a big body avalanche in the corner! Frank backs up and Cade stumbles out of the corner right into Garvin’s waiting arms as he scoops him up and turns, dropping Cade down with a sidewalk slam! Frank pushes to his feet and hit’s the ropes, but Kenji is there to hook his ankles and Frank hit’s the canvas with his face! Yamada pulls Garvin out under the bottom rope and quickly sends him crashing into the security railing with an Irish whip!

Jimmy Yates: Kenji Yamada has had enough of being kept out of the mix!

Alan Ducard: It was a sound strategy on both the parts of Cade Sydal and Frank Garvin, it just didn’t work out, at least right now.

Kenji starts to move toward Frank, but Cade comes diving through the middle and bottom rope with a suicide dive, driving his elbows into the side of Kenji’s body, sending Kenji to the floor and landing on his own feet, Cade throws his arms out wide, letting out a primal scream! Cade bends and pulls Kenji back to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then hops up onto the apron and grips the top rope. Cade slingshots over the top rope with a rolling senton, but Kenji lifts his knees up and Cade lands on them with his back! Kenji is to his feet quickly as Cade holds his lower back in pain! Kenji pulls Cade to his feet from behind then snaps him up and over with a big belly to back suplex and rolls backward before pulling Cade up with him in the same position, but swings Cade’s body around into a backbreaker! Kenji shoves Cade off his knee and hooks a leg deep!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Cade kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure how, after a series of big moves targeting his back, but Cade managed to get a shoulder up!

Bryan Harris: I’m sure I’m supposed to say something about his amazing resilience or something like that, but really I’m just annoyed with his never-say-die attitude…it’s not very smart, not for the long-term at least.

Kenji turns and mounts Cade, driving a series of punches into Cade’s face, before pushing him back down and hooking both legs again.

ONE!

TWO!

Cade kicks out again, and Kenji turns and spots Garvin as he starts through the ropes! Yamada rushes at Frank and kicks him hard in the chest, sending him back to the floor. Kenji turns as Cade stubbornly pushes to his knees, and pulls Cade the rest of the way to his feet. Cade slaps Kenji’s hands away and snaps a hard kick into Kenji’s chest! A trio of the same kicks follow before Cade jumps up and thrusts his right knee forward into Kenji’s chin! Kenji stumbles back to the ropes and rebounds off just as Cade leaps up again into a leg lariat!

Alan Ducard: Cade has managed to get his wits about him and keep fighting through the excruciating pain his back must be in!

Bryan Harris: Okay, seriously…how in the hell does he keep fighting?

Cade scrambles over top of Kenji and hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

Kenji kicks out quickly, but Cade is up to his feet and he kicks kanji in the side of the head, keeping him down. Cade runs to the ropes but Garvin leaps up off the floor and grabs the top rope, pulling it down just as Cade hits them, and Cade spills over the top rope to the arena floor with a disgusting thud! Garvin rolls under the bottom rope as Kenji starts to a knee, Frank runs at him from behind and clubs him in the back of the neck with a running forearm shot! Kanji collapses forward and Garvin stomps down at his back and neck before dropping an elbow! Frank turns Kenji over and pushes a hand in Kenji’s face while he covers him!

ONE!

TWO!

Kenji kicks out!

Alan Ducard: Kenji Yamada has found himself to be in quite the trouble, as first Cade Sydal and now Frank Garvin have gone to work on him.

Jimmy Yates: He’s gotten his licks in, and I’m sure he’ll get some more in too!

Frank looks at the referee as Kenji starts to his feet. Frank turns back to Kenji just as Kenji rises up with a chop across Frank’s chest! Another chop and another chop follows, backing Frank up to the ropes before Kenji sends Garvin off of them. Garvin rebounds back and Kenji catches Garvin and launches him up and over with a high back body drop! Garvin bounces off his back and turns, right into a big back elbow from Kenji! Garvin crashes back to the canvas and gets back up again, this time Kenji rushes at him and leaps up, driving both feet into Garvin’s chest, sending Garvin into the corner with a front dropkick!

Bryan Harris: Kenji Yamada with a flurry of offense on Frank Garvin!

Jimmy Yates: Wow! I told you guys it’d happen!

Kenji follows Frank into the corner and pulls him out into a front facelock before snapping him up and swinging with it, driving Garvin into the canvas with a Jackhammer style suplex! Kenji hooks a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

Garvin kicks out! Kenji pulls Garvin to his feet and whips him to the other corner, but Garvin reverses and pulls Kenji into big belly to belly suplex! Garvin pushes to his feet and rubs his jaw line. Frank pulls Kenji to his feet and starts drilling him with right punches before swinging for a big clothesline! Kenji ducks under the clothesline just as Cade Sydal flies back into the picture with a springboard flip, reaching for Garvin’s head as he passes him, but Garvin ducks under and Kenji turns around as Cade’s back crashes into his torso and spills him back through the ropes to the floor!

Bryan Harris: Whoa! A third aerial assault on Frank Garvin didn’t pay off for Cade Sydal there!

Alan Ducard: But it did get rid of one of his competitors, at the least.

Cade pushes to his feet and turns as Garvin rushes at him for a big boot! Cade ducks under, and the boot instead connects with the referee’s chest! The official drops to the canvas, clutching his ribs, and he rolls to a corner, trying to get himself away from the action! Frank turns and Cade leaps up and backward with a Pele Kick! But Garvin steps back and Cade lands awkwardly on his left knee, barely avoiding crashing and burning! Cade pushes quickly to his feet and turns as Garvin reaches for him, both of their foreheads collide together awkwardly and they both go down, with Garvin going through the nearby ropes to the floor and Cade landing in the ring, holding his head!

Jimmy Yates: Not exactly what either of them had in mind after that errant kick from Frank Garvin to the official, I’m sure!

Alan Ducard: A series of misfires from all concerned lead to all three competitors being down in some capacity!

The fans begin to boo as Stephen Rawlings slinks down toward the ring. He quickly makes his way to where Frank Garvin is and pulls him up to his feet, hooking him from behind with a double chicken wing, perhaps looking to Tiger Suplex him on the outside, but then he spots Kenji Yamada down as well and releases Garvin, actually shoving hi m back into the ring where he holds his own forehead. Yamada starts to push to his feet, and Rawlings scoops Kenji up onto his shoulders and snaps him up and over with a Death Valley Driver, driving him down on top of his head!

Jimmy Yates: Half of the Knock out Move has been hit on Kenji Yamada, on the arena floor!

Bryan Harris: Haha I love it!

Rawlings walks to the corner the official is in and shakes him, and seems to be telling him that there’s still a match in progress, as Cade starts pushing to his feet, as does Garvin. Garvin meets Cade first with a punch, and Cade responds with a hard kick into Frank’s chest! Frank stumbles back a step and Cade leaps up immediately for the NINJAGUIRI! Garvin ducks under the kicking leg and Cade twists to land on his feet as Frank straightens up, he grabs Cade while he’s still bent over and turns him around quickly into a standing head scissors, he hoists Cade up and snaps him back down quickly with a jacknife Powerbomb!

Alan Ducard: Cade Sydal has just been driven into the canvas!

Bryan Harris: Think Happy Thoughts! Yes!

Frank drops to make the cover, and the referee slowly crawls into position, still clutching his chest!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds as Kenji grabs the bottom rope and slowly starts to pull himself into the ring, cradling his head. Garvin pushes to his feet and raises his arms in victory as “Rain Parade” by Atomic Opera hits, he cradles his head and slowly moves toward the ropes and steps out of them.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, FRAAAAAAAAAAANK GAAAAAAAAAARVIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

Garvin walks past Stephen Rawlings, briefly making eye contact with him, as Rawlings moves around and grabs the microphone from Josephina’s hand. Garvin continues up the ramp, while Cade and the referee slowly roll out of the ring themselves. Meanwhile, Kenji pushes to his feet and then makes eye contact with Stephen Rawlings.

Stephen Rawlings: Thats right Kenji... IT WAS ME.. I cost you your stupid pointless little matchup with pansies I could beat in my sleep.... Oh wait... Snap... I just forgot... This match was about you... You're still trying to get your first win aren't you? My bad... I'm sorry. I came out here to help my useless cousin, but you.. Well you looked so pathetic laying on the ground, and since it's been so easy to f*ck with you... And must I say... SO MUCH FUN...

A large smirk grows on Stephen's face.

Stephen Rawlings: I just couldn't help myself.

Kenji's eyes seem to glow with fury as he looks around for anything to smash his fists into. But both Frank Garvin and Cade Sydal have already left the ringside area, leaving Kenji to lament on what had happened to him. Kenji furiously rips away at the ropes and slams his fists into the turnbuckles before finally rolling out of the ring with a look of frustration and anger.

Stephen Rawlings: What? Thats it? Still nothing from you? Come on dude.... It's starting to get a little boring. Yell at me. Tell me to f*ck my own mother or something. Hell... HIT ME... Just stop being such a damn tool!

Kenji walks around the ring like a caged animal, like a coiled snake he seems ready to spit his venom towards everyone and everything around him. He grabs the steel steps near ringside and kicks them as hard as he can and the stairs erupt off their hindge with a loud thud. Kenji then shoves the announcer out of her chair and throws her chair at the ringpost with a thundering clang.

Kenji stares up the rampway from ringside, his eyes filled with fire and his breathing heavy and sparatic. He slowly shakes his head and looks down to his feet, sweat dripping from his nose...then turns his back on Rawlings and simply exits through the crowd.

Stephen Rawlings: Thats right... Walk away...

Stephen winks at the camera.

Stephen Rawlings: This is always fun!

He exits the opposite way as the crowd boos him.

Bryan Harris: It's about time...Brett Favre and Adrian Peterson are two of the most exciting, explosive players in Legacy.

Jimmy Yates: Oh, please...Favre and Peterson?!

Alan Ducard: Anyway you put it, the AOD has been somewhat of a spectacle as of late.

Wearing the tag title around his waist, Cronos tosses a football in the air, catching it as he walks toward the ring. Mirage has his tag title draped over his shoulder flanked by both Osamu Hayashi and Lucien Gray. Both champions still wearing their Favre/Peterson Vikings jerseys. Upon entering the ring, Cronos bounces off the ropes, high stepping across the ring as if running into the end zone for a touchdown, holding his football high above his head. As the remaining members of the AOD step into the ring, an assistant at ringside attempts to hand Mirage a mic, he simply looks at the man in distain, and Osamu interjects, taking to mic for Mirage.

Jimmy Yates: Did you just see that?! Talk about arrogance, he acted as if he was too good to take the mic from one of our fine ringside assistants and had Osamu do it for him...talk about a prima donna.

Bryan Harris: Champions should not to be approached by mere mortals, Jimbo.

After handing the mic to Mirage, Osamu jumps up on a turnbuckle in a sit down position, while Lucien leans against the ropes next to him, both appearing quite amused by Cronos's touchdown celebration.

Mirage: "Rob, forgive us for almost being late to the show...we had a hard time finding Providence, Rhode Island on a map. Being on a team like the AOD, it's hard to believe they even call this a state, considering you don't even have a professional sports team...I mean, if this place was next to my home town of Chicago, it'd be lucky to be called a suburb.

Mirage laughs while delivering the line as the boos immediately get louder, a few pieces of trash hitting the ring. Cronos tosses the football in his hand over to Mirage and in return is tossed the microphone.

Cronos Diamante: “Would you people give it a rest? We get it. We really, really do. You envy us because not only are we the best EVAR duo this industry has ever laid it’s weak and weary eyes on, but well...let’s face it, Mirage and I are not afraid to show and tell you how we really feel. Truthfully, fans I commis...commis...what’s the word I’m looking for here, Mirage?”

Cronos pauses as he looks over to Mirage, who shrugs.

Mirage: “Commiserate?”

Jimmy Yates: He’s having to help Cronos with words now? Come on.

Bryan Harris: And he knows the one’s he’s trying to get across, too. That’s being on the same wavelength. These guys are fantastic!

Cronos Diamante: “That’s the one! I commiserate with you over your lack of spine. Now, before I continue, I must say...”

"It Dwells in Me" by All That Remains hits the airwaves suddenly and all four members of the Agents of Destiny turn to face the entrance ramp, a little bit of surprise evident on their faces. The fans all rise into a loud chorus of cheers!

Jimmy Yates: It looks like someone has heard enough!

Cade Sydal slowly steps out from the back. Both of his gauntlets form earlier in the night already removed from his wrists. One shoe is untied under the kickpad that has been rolled up to the middle of the shin, while another shoe and kickpad are completely missing already. Cade Sydal slowly drags the head of the microphone across his throat, and the music quiets down.

Cade Sydal: "I'm sorry, guys, gut...I just can't take listening to...this any more. I see things haven't changed, huh Marcus? Still not taking this business seriously? Too many jokes? That's a shame old timer, because if you put half as much effort into busting your ass inside that ring as you do in making a mockery of everything we do in this industry, these people might actually start to respect you!"

Mirage takes the mic from Cronos and starts to speak, but Cade keeps talking.

Cade Sydal: "I'm not done yet, so shut your ***king mouth!"

The crowd explodes in cheers. This prompts Lucien to take a step toward the middle of the ring, glaring down the rampway at Cade.

Cade Sydal: You see, that's why I'm out here. Not because of how you two tried to take some cheap shots at my cousin a couple weeks ago...he's kind of a little bitch and he might have deserved that."

Some cheers sound, and Cade looks to his side and holds his hand up.

Cade Sydal: "It's not because you're the tag team champions and I've made it known I'm coming for the tag team division, either. Well, not entirely...that does have something to do with me paying attention back there but…no, it's because you four ass**les come out every week lately and make a mockery out of guys like ME! YOU are a disgrace and embarrassment to everyone back there, and I'M just the man that happens to have decided enough is enough and its time for you four to have someone shut you up...and I gonna be that person!"

Mirage pauses a second, as if formulating the words, while Cade stares down the ramp into the ring, his head cocked to the side as a small cheer rises in the crowd.

Mirage: "Ohhh, you wanna be that person. Cade Sydal...gimme a break. Listen up, this goes for you, and it goes for all those idiots in the back, too. You all lack that...it factor. And until someone steps up and gets it...the AoD will continue drawing chalk lines of all the bodies that fall before us. Ya see, the days of being second fiddle to the world champion are over...the AoD...the guys standing right here in this ring, we are the new standard bearers in Legacy. We set the bar now, and it just got whole lot higher...especially to punks like you, Sydal. And I know all the "singles guys" won't like hearing that, but let's be realistic, we all know there isn't a "single" guy back there that's gonna come out here and do anything about it, frankly, I'm a little surprised you had the balls to get this close, Cade. But I'll tell ya what, why don't you show all these fans out there how serious you really are and come on down...and let's see what happens..."

Cade nods his head slowly and raises the microphone to his lips.

Cade Sydal: "You're right. There isn't a singles guy back there that will get in the ring with the four of you."

The crowd starts to boo a little as Cade turns to the curtain under the jumbotron. Then he raises the microphone to his lips again.

Cade Sydal: "Too bad for you guys, I'm not a singles guy..."

The crowd starts to cheer as Cade drops the microphone and turns back around and marches down the ramp! The fans cheer louder, as Cade nears the bottom of the ramp, looking at all four members of AOD, while the four men in the ring start talking amongst themselves.

Alan Ducard: It's as if they weren't expecting Cade to call their bluff!

Bryan Harris: Or they're talking each other out of tearing his arms off his scrawny little body! The kid's not even half-dressed any more!

Jimmy Yates: That's because he just got done with a match and was changing out of his clothes, Bryan...

Cade makes it to the ringside area and stares into the ring before grabbing the middle rope and pulling himself up to his left knee on the ring apron, before pulling himself to a full stand and stepping through the ropes slowly, but staring right at all four men with his jaw clenched.

Cronos Diamante: “Wait a second. Whoa, whoa, whoa...hold the phone! “All Day” has something to say before you come hopping in here like a fool.”

Jimmy Yates: This should be good. I wonder if Mirage will help him verbally again.

Bryan Harris: Just you wait.

Cronos holds out his hand to prevent Cade from entering the ring completely and takes a few steps back once Cade halts progress.

Cronos Diamante: “Look Cade...we go back a ways. Do you really want to get mixed up in this? I mean...this is probably going to be about as disastrous for you as the Packers recent loss to Tampa Bay. I mean...look at you, man. You’re hardly dressed! If you can even call what you wear to the ring something worth wearing, anyway. Seriously, you look like a clown, man.”

Having heard enough, Cade uses the top rope to spring himself up, jumping off the top rope he hits Cronos with a flying dropkick, knocking his tag team title off of his waist. The fans come to life, cheering for the unhinged insanity of Cade Sydal. Lucien and Osamu spring to life as Cade bounces off the ropes, ducking an elbow from Lucien, Cade leaps into the air and hits Mirage with a flying forearm. Osamu Hayashi hits Cade Sydal with a running double axehandle and the animals pounce on their prey. Kicks, punches, and quick few elbow drops from Osamu, and Lucien picks up a dazed Cade Sydal.

Jimmy Yates: It was only a matter of time before the numbers overwhelmed him...we'd better get someone out here fast...

Alan Ducard: This won't be good.

Cronos grabs his tag title and runs at the helpless Cade Sydal whos behind held from behind by Lucien, slamming the title off of his head, cutting him open. As Cade drops to the mat, Cronos drops down and hits him with the tag title again. Dropping his tag strap, Mirage grabs Cade Sydal, yanking him to his feet, putting him in an inverted DDT position, Mirage lifts him for an inverted suplex but drops down with his Mourningstar neckbreaker, a limp, bloody Cade Sydal rolls a foot away from where he landed.

Jimmy Yates: Someone, anyone...please get out here...

Just then, the arena absolutely explodes in cheers.

X-Calibur steps out onto the rampway...

Alan Ducard: You're prayers have been answered, Jimmy!

His dark brown hair flows loosely past his shoulders. Adorned in a skull and wings faded gray t-shirt, faded gray jeans, and a pair of black workman's boots to complete the ensemble, X-Calibur stands at the entrance way with his hands on his hips. Lucien, Osamu, and Cronos all continue to lay the boots into Cade... but not Mirage. Mirage stops completely, in fact. His eyes lock with X-Calibur's - they seem oddly entranced with one another. Patting Cronos on the back to get his attention, Mirage just continues looming his gaze down upon X-Calibur where it is dually reciprocated. Cronos looks at Mirage and then follows his eyes down the ramp when Mirage doesn't even bother to look at Cronos after patting him on the back. Now both of the World Tag Team Champions are well aware that the two-time former LEGACY World Champion is staring in their direction.

Bryan Harris: Or have they?

Jimmy Yates: What do you mean?

Bryan Harris: X isn't exactly rushing down their to save his "friend", now is he?

Alan Ducard: I don't bloody well like what you're insinuating, Bryan!

Bryan Harris: I'm not "bloody well" insinuating anything, Al. I'm just sayin'. Look at him..

X-Calibur takes a few steps toward the ring, but stops. He shakes his head. A look of utter annoyance washes over him like a cool mist on a rainy day.

X-Calibur: Nice, guys. Real nice. You've stepped it up a notch, I see. Going from beating the only credible tag team here in LEGACY by the skin of your f***ing teeth and now you're acting like it's 1997 and beating down guys 4 to 1. Where's your black and white t-shirts and catchy porn music? Give me a f***ing break.

X-Calibur laughs to himself. Fans are pleading with him to go save Cade. Unfortunately for them, X's icy glare tells the story of a man who doesn't really give a damn about anything or anyone.

X-Calibur: Four on one? Are you f***ing kidding me, Cade? No offense dude... you're my boy and all, but... are you REALLY that f***ing stupid?! HUH?! Jesus Christ, man... look at you. You're beaten. You're just about broken. Don't get me wrong, I was all for helping you out and teaming with you to deal with these jack-offs... but not like this. No way. I can't take this predictably inane sh** anymore. I mean honestly. Who here in this arena is going to believe that I can make a difference if I go down there all excited with my arms pumping like X-A-Mania's about to run wild? Like I'm goddamn Superman or something? F*** that noise.

X-Calibur takes a few more steps down the ramp-way and surveys the damage being done to his friend Cade. He cocks his head curiously. Mirage and Cronos look at each other briefly before looking back at X-Calibur, trying to size him up. X-Calibur looks up at Mirage, and much to everyone's surprise he simply scoffs at him. Almost as if he's indifferent at the Agents' heinous actions. The explosion of cheers for this man unanimously descend into a cavalcade of booing and hushed whispers as they amass into a sea of confusion for what exactly is happening. Only X holds the answers; to which he gives out none.

X-Calibur goes to say something... but after he hears a couple of, "You-Sold-Out" chants, X just uncharacteristically drops the microphone like he's tired of holding it. Looking at a couple of angry fans directing their double middle-fingers in his direction, X-Calibur merely shrugs and mouths, "Whatever.".

Jimmy Yates: What the hell is going on with this man? We haven't seen or heard from him since his defeat at Destined For Greatness... and now... well, I don't even know WHAT to think!

Bryan Harris: Shhhhh! A highly esteemed champion is about to speak... show some respect, Jimbo.

Mirage grabs the mic that remained on the mat, still on one knee he leans through the second rope staring up the rampway at X-Calibur.

Mirage: "Ohhhh look, Legacy's forgotten hero, here to play mind games with the AOD. That's right up my alley. So why don't we see how committed you are...let's find out exactly what happened to Legacy's white knight, shall we?! Let's see how indifferent you are to what's about to happen to Cade..."

Once again, Lucien and Osamu begin stopping down on the already destroyed Cade Sydal. Cronos steps in the way and yanks Cade up by his hair, lifting him into the torture rack, mouthing something toward X-Calibur as he does it. Cronos drops Cade with a punishing death valley driver.

Alan Ducard: That's the move Cronos calls Lucifer's Honor.

Mirage calls off the dogs and takes something from Lucien.

Jimmy Yates: That...that's a can of spraypaint!

Bryan Harris: They're goin' old school again, just like X-Calibur mentioned earlier...

Mirage shakes the can and bends down next to a sprawled out Cade Sydal and begins spraypainting around him. While doing this, Mirage continues to address X-Calibur. The crowd is letting X have it for not rushing in.

Mirage: "Hear them booing you, X?! It's because you aren't giving them what they need...ya see, X...they need their hero again. But the funny part..."

Mirage finishes spraypainting around Cade and makes motion to get rid of the body. Cronos yanks Cade to his feet and tosses him out of the ring, where he lands with a thud ringside, hardly stirring. On the jumbotron, it's now clear that Mirage drew a "chalk" outline of the fallen Cade Sydal on the ring floor. The crowd boos and many stare in disbelief while Mirage simply smiles at the carnage.

Mirage: "The funny part is, while they may "need" you to be the hero...it's me they really "want"...because I entertain them...I'm-"

Before Mirage can even finish his sentence, X-Calibur rolls his eyes and proceeds to turn his back on him and the rest of the Agents... and more importantly, the badly beaten Cade Sydal. A massive chorus of boos echoes through out the arena as half of the people in the arena chant, "You-Sold-Out!", at X, while the other half chant, "Asssssssssssshoooooole....".

Mirage: "DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME! YOU LISTEN TO THEM…I'M WHAT THEY'VE BEEN WAITING FOR…I'M WHAT THEY DESERVE! I know you hear me, X…and I know you hear them. Like rabid dogs they turned on you within 3 minutes of making this would be heroic appearance, forgetting everything you've ever done for them in the past, ignoring that if you actually were fool enough to rush in here, there'd be two chalk outlines on this ring instead of one. They'll never admit it, but they love me for doing this."

As X makes his way to the top of the ramp, he looks up at the LEGACY Jumbo Vision where he sees Mirage holding his arms out wide. Shaking his head, X-Calibur continues walking to the back.

Jimmy Yates: I-I don't get it…what just happened here?! Why'd X let this happen…he could have at least tried…to do something…anything!

Alan Ducard: Ledge and his partner Adam Davis have been very vocal that Patrick Kidd has no place returning to the wrestling business.

Bryan Harris: I think they made the message pretty clear last week with their attack on Kidd after his return match against his friend Greyson Blade.

Jimmy Yates: Kidd wasn't happy about his return being interuppted, and we didn't expect Ledge and Kidd to be exchanging armbars and hip tosses, but we weren't quite ready for what we got.

Bryan Harris: What is Kidd doing this match hasn't started yet. It appears he blind-sided Ledge while he was waiting at the gorilla position to be announced.

Alan Ducard: It's like they say, an eye for an eye. Kidd is getting revenge for that attack after his match last week.

Kidd walks down the ramp and goes to kick Ledge again, but Ledge grabs his foot and sweeps Kidd's legs out from underneath him. Ledge follows up with a series of stomps to Kidd and then goes and grabs a chair. Ledge is about to hit Kidd with the chair when ref Travis Rollins gets in the way and starts yelling at Ledge.

Bryan Harris: Where was that ref when Kidd was punting Ledge down the entrance ramp?

Ledge pushes the ref out of the way, but Kidd has gotten to his feet and kicks Ledge in the gut causing him to drop the chair and then runs him shoulder first into the ring post. Kidd then takes Ledge's left arm and slams it into the ring post and Ledge falls back screaming holding hsi arm.

Jimmy Yates: Ledge has a history of damage to that left arm, and it looks like Kidd knows it and has made it his focus.

Bryan Harris: Kidd knows it because he's responsible for it. The first time Kidd and Ledge faced off years ago Kidd put that arm in a chair and jumped off the top rope stomping the chair and breakign the arm. No wonder Ledge doesn't like the little douchebag.

Kidd lifts the ring apron and starts digging around for soemthing.

Alan Ducard: Fans this is not a no-limits match, this match hasn't even started yet.

Kidd pulls a fire extinguisher out from under the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Kidd looking for a weapon and it looks like he's found one.

Bryan Harris: Why do we even keep thos eunder there, when was the last time the ring caught on fire?

Ledge reaches behind himself grabbing the chair as he gets to his feet and and as Kidd sprays the fire extinguisher in Ledge's face, he he swings the chiar up in fornt of his face to block the foam. Ledge then throws the chair at Kidd causing him to drop the fire extinguisher.

The two start exchanging punches back and forth when refs and security pull them apart.

A " Let them fight" chant breaks out from the crowd.

As security drags Ledge up the ramp he breaks free and dives on to kidd and the security around him and starts swinging until multiple security guards pull him off and eventually gdrag him backstage. While the other security guards keep Kidd at ringside for a few minutes ebfore allowing him backstage so the two don't go right after each other again.

Joesphina Colbert: I've jstu been in formed that the match between Ledge and Patrick Kidd has been ruled a no-contest.

This announcement gets some boos from the crowd that wanted to see the two men continue to tear each other apart.

Alan Ducard: The fans are obviously not happy the thre ref stopped these two from going at, but they will ge tto see their counter-parts face off later to night as Greyson Blade faces off against Adam Davis.

Bryan Harris: Davis gave Blade the chance to finish the job and he didn't. Will Davis offer another olvie branch to Greyson tonight or will he consider him weak for not finishing the job when he had the chance. We will find out later tonight.

Kenji: What to do…what to do…what to do…what to do?

The silence is the only response, Kenji’s eyelids can barely be seen and it’s already obvious his eyes are rapidly moving underneath his eyelids.

Kenji: I can’t do that to him…that’s not me anymore…

His breathing gets heavier and his eyes seem to move at an even faster pace. His fingers are lightly twitching as they rest on his face.

Kenji: I know I want to…I know how good it would feel…but…I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t…but I want to.

Kenji stops mid sentence for a moment, his entire body seems to be shaking at this point.

Kenji: No…I can’t do that…I can still…I can still do this thing…the right way.

Kenji’s eyes suddenly open wide and he looks over the entire locker room for just a moment. He has stopped shaking but still has a very troubled look on his face. Kenji reaches for the handle of the locker room door, but his hand begins to violently shake.

Kenji: I could do it…and everyone would cheer and praise me…they all want to see him get what he deserves…

Kenji snaps his hand back from the door, holding it in his other hand as if he worried it would hurt him.

Kenji: No…no…just…I can’t do that. There’s still time…still time.

Kenji reaches hesitantly for the door knob very quickly turns the knob of the door handle and rushes out of the locker room without another word.

As we fade to ringside, our eyes are met by the Blood Brothers' "Set Fire to the Face on Fire." There are no pyros, no fireworks, and no strobe lights. Moments go by with no one appearing... time stands still.

"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!"

The song slowly begins to pick up, and a figure is seen. It's Chivalric, and a semi-conscious Fan Boy. Fan Boy walks in front of Chivalric, his hands tied in front of him and his mouth covered in duct tape. As he makes his way to the ring, he stumbles and is barely able to keep his body vertical as Chivalric wields a black ASP Extending Baton... holding it to his back to keep him at the pace he wants him to be. As the two make it closer to the ring, Chivalric guides him up the steps... both men entering the ring. Boos fill the arena as Chivalric stands... his eyes glaring out of the mesh eyeholes of his black mask. We can't see his face, but we know he's enjoying this. A few moments pass by as the boos seem to alleviate, and he fetches a microphone.

Chivalric: I don't WANT to be this guy... but... much to your dismay... this is necessary. And what I have to say, Tyrone... is critical. Not only for you, but for your friend here...

Chivalric pauses as he extends the asp, pointing it to Fan Boy who's barely able to hold himself up by the ring ropes.

Chivalric: And I know what you're thinking, Tyrone. I've crossed lines, haven't I? Not only with you, but... but in general, right? What I'm doing is immoral. What I'm doing isn't typical LEGACY protocol, yeah? I'm doing this to prove a point. I'm doing this to help BETTER you. I'm not here to berate you, degrade you, or tear you down. Not mentally NOR physically. I've watched you, Tyrone. You have skills that some people aspire to attain, and never reach in a lifetime. You have the ability to rise to the top, but you have flaws like we all do. Yours? They hinder you. They put your dreams at an unattainable level, and do you even know what these flaws are, Tyrone? DO YOU EVEN HAVE A CLUE?!

That's when Chivalric heads over to Fan Boy and yanks him back by his black and gold LEGACY shirt... holding the Asp in front of his throat.

Chivalric: THIS IS YOUR WEAKNESS... HIM. You have SUCH a big heart, Tyrone, but at what cost? I've gotten to you, Tyrone. In these past weeks you've grown fond of a man you do not know. Of a... of a BOY that you shouldn't give a s**t about, much less protect. But you're... but you're here to please everyone, aren't you, Crazy Boy? They don't want Tyrone, do they? No, they want Crazy Boy! They want excitement! So why not give them what they want, right? Because you let your emotions get in the way... you let that... that adrenaline give you false confidence in a place where hope is a pipe dream. Do you see where it's gotten you, Tyrone? It's gotten you on the opposing side of a man who's made a career out of crushing f**ks like you...

He shakes his head, pausing momentarily.

Chivalric: Do you see what dangers lie ahead, Tyrone? I didn't pick you at random... I chose you carefully. Out of a batch of plenty worthy adversaries, I chose you... and for this reason. I want to help you better yourself, Tyrone. I truly do. I want to watch you f**king RISE. I want you to THRIVE, man. But more importantly? I want to teach you the lesson that you can't protect anyone but yourself, and you're only in control of your life.

Another pause. A few moments pass by...

Chivalric: I called him myself, Tyrone. And I know it was a level that you'll say you never thought I'd stoop to, but why wouldn't I? This isn't random chaos... no... not yet. This is human chess, Crazy Boy. And I'm making every move carefully. This... this mental edge, Tyrone. This is what's helped me put men like you away, and sometimes they come out smarter. Sometimes they come out a soldier, but one thing that doesn't happen? They never realize it before it's too late. That's why I chose you, though. You seem like a... well you seem smart... is that a... is that a fair assumption? Maybe you can break this pattern... maybe you can let this all go, right? He's not your responsibility... he's not your... he's not your friend... he's not your relative... he's nobody to you... nothing...

And that's when Chivalric pushes him forward as he stumbles on all fours. As he does Chivalric puts the Asp to his back as if to say, 'don't move.'

Chivalric: But you won't, will you hero? You'll save the day, right?

And that's when the fans jump out of their seats as "Down and Out" by Tantric hits the PA system. As Crazy Boy emerges from the curtains... he doesn't wield a weapon. Just a microphone, and a livid look on his face. In the ring Chivalric stands stoic, awaiting the words of Crazy Boy.

Crazy Boy: And what exactly keeps me from coming to that ring and kicking your teeth in?!

As he says this, the fans go ape shit crazy. That's when Chivalric cocks his head.

Chivalric: This does.

His arms raise the baton in the air as both hands bring it down with impact, slamming into the spine of Fan Boy. His body crumbles on the mat as Crazy Boy looks as if he's ready to tear Chivalric apart. As he makes his stride to the ring, Chivalric holds a finger up as if to halt him.

Chivalric: I wouldn't come any closer if you want this kid to ever walk again...

And that's when he stops dead in his tracks... still in a fit of rage.

Chivalric: My goal wasn't to beat your friend to a pulp... it was simply to get you ringside and talk to you, Tyrone. How's uh... how's life been treating you as the hero, man? Are you... are you f**king... are you f**king BENEFITTING FROM YOU GOOD DEMEANOR? No... you... no you aren't, Crazy Boy. That's what you want to be called, right? Crazy Boy? It's cute...

He now stands over the body of Fan Boy as CB inches closer as if to stand his ground.

Chivalric: And these people love you... but at what cost? You're contemplating bum rushing this ring with an Asp wielding bipolar sociopath warning you not to, and for what? For THIS? THIS NOBODY? Only you can change yourself, Tyrone. Know what keeps you from your dreams, and know why I'll always have the edge...

With this, Chivalric pauses.

Chivalric: You want to check on your friend, don't you?

Crazy Boy doesn't even give him the satisfaction. Instead he stands still, his face still fuming.

Chivalric slowly backs up, watching Crazy Boy the whole time. As he exits the ring, Crazy Boy slides in and checks on Fan Boy, careful to keep an eye on Chivalric the whole time. As Chivalric circles the ring and starts to head back up the rampway, Crazy Boy fetches the mic...

Crazy Boy: Where you going Chivalric? Doing the cowardly thing and run from me?! Of course, you can pick on someone and beat someone down that is just a fan of Legacy. Someone that looks up to all of US as role models and strives to just hang out with us. But when I actually come down to confront you, you run away like a little girl!

Crazy Boy paces the ring like a trapped dog and looks down at Chivalric, who is standing at the top of the entryway, studying Tyrone carefully. Crazy Boy just smiles a sly smile and shakes his head slowly.

Crazy Boy: I would run too, if I was you. I mean, you said it yourself. I am one of the fastest rising and top superstars in Legacy. If you have been studying me for a while now, Chivalric, you should know what I am capable of in the ring. I am a former No Limits Champion. I do what it takes and what I need to do to WIN.

Crazy Boy checks back on Fan Boy, who still has not moved and turns back to Chivalric and continues to speak.

Crazy Boy: I don't know what your motives are, "man", but I just met up with Fan Boy to make sure he was okay and because he is a fan of Legacy. He is one of the millions of people that give us our paychecks, Chivalric. If it's not for people like them, we would have no way to put food on the table for our families. Instead, you have to torture to poor man like he has completely wronged you and your family.

Crazy Boy's smile turns into a scowl as he slides under the ropes and stands right next to the ring, continuing to speak.

Crazy Boy: I've had enough. Chivalric. It's one thing to do that to a defenseless guy, but I WOULD LOVE to see you do that to ME. YOU cost me a chance to have another shot at the No Limits championship with your interferance last Strife, and here you are, really starting to PISS me off. You know what? I'm not going to take this anymore. You may be able to run from me, Chiv ---

Tyrone smiles as he walks up the ramp and stops halfway down the entryway, studying Chivalric himself. He notices Chivalric taking baby steps back, closer and closer to the backstage as Tyrone just looks at him, determination in the eyes.

Crazy Boy: --- but, there will be a point in time where I will get my hands on you in that ring, and you know what? It will not be pretty. I will beat you down for Rodney back there, for all the fans here, for everyone watching at home.. and most of all, for YOU, Chivalric. I am going to teach you a lesson...

That you will NEVER, EVER forget.

Chivarlic takes a few steps more back, just about at the curtain to the backstage as Tyrone walks up to the entryway entrance. Chivalric grabs his mic and holds it up to his face, smiling cockily.

Chivalric: I wouldn't bet on that, Tyrone. I have you right where I want you. I'm already in your head. I am controlling you like a puppet. You want me in the ring? Don't bet on it.

Tyrone smiles and checks back to Rodney, who is starting to stir just a little bit. Crazy Boy smiles and turns around, walking back down to the ring. As he enters, he turns around and nods his head one last time.

Crazy Boy: That's where you are wrong, Chiv. Because I will get you in this ring... and sooner than you think. You can BET ON THAT!

Tyrone reaches down to help Fan Boy up, who is still a little woozy on his legs. He checks up on him and then takes a quick glance at Chivalric, who just fumes to himself and turns around, disappearing into the backstage as Tyrone just glances to the empty walkway.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, you’re really smart there, Steve-O.

Alan Ducard: This chap might want to turn around.

Bryan Harris: Oh Stephen..

Almost like he heard the announce team warning him, Rawlings turns around to face his opponent but is DROPPED with a hard spinning back-fist taken right out of the page of some of MMA’s elite. The imprint of Jesters’ knuckles remain on Rawlings cheek as he groans on the mat. Jester drops a leg across Rawlings’ head, and covers him quickly.

One...

Two- Rawlings kicks out just before two but Jester used the pin attempt as a mere distraction to cinch on a side arm-bar. Jester grapevines his legs around Rawlings upper body as he tucks his arm underneath Rawlings’ elbow joint. Pulling back, Rawlings cries out in agony as Jester attempts to break the man’s arm clean in half.

Alan Ducard: Excellent submission hold here by Jester Smiles! He’s really utilizing his knowledge in martial arts here, and since Rawlings has limited to NO knowledge in martial arts it’s really perplexing the former LEGACY World Champion and Hawkins Memorial Winner into a state of disarray. Excellent work by Jester Smiles, here..

Bryan Harris: Why don’t you gush a little harder, Al?

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, just like you gush over every bad guy you see, right?

Bryan Harris: I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I don’t like your tone!

LEGACY official Leonard Nolan asks Rawlings if he wishes to give it up, but the man is quite inured to submitting. In all of his verbal defiance, Rawlings manages to roll back on the mat and kick Jester right in the face. After about three of four shots Jester finally releases the hold and checks his face for blood. Rawlings uses this momentary distraction to his advantage and peels himself up off of the mat and into an assumed ready position. Once Jester rises from the mat, Rawlings connects with a knee shot right to the kitchen sink, causing doubles Jester over.

Jimmy Yates: Jester in a prone vertical position here... Rawlings is not one for power moves, but if he could open that can of spinach he might be able to put away Jester here.
Bryan Harris: Can... of... spinach? Say what?

Jimmy Yates: It’s a metaphor, Bryan. I’m sorry, I should have realized you wouldn’t understand it.

Bryan Harris: Hey, I graduated from Texas A & M. Don’t treat me like I’m some idio!

Alan Ducard: Guys, guys. Back to the action, please?

Rawlings hooks Jester up for a piledriver and attempts to lift Jester up, but LEGACY’s Hero proves to be too much weight for Rawlings. Jester uses his power to lift Rawlings up and over in a back bdy drop, but Rawlings waist locks Jester and slips down behind him. Standing back up vertically, in one swift motion, Rawlings sticks his leg inside of Jester’s, reaches up and pulls back on Jester’s arm and neck for a snapping Russian leg-sweep. Hooking a leg, Rawlings has the cover...

One!!

Two!!

Jester kicks out and Rawlings cusses at the referee for his “slow counting”.

Sitting Jester up off of the mat, Rawlings shoots into the ropes. Jumping up to the second rope, Rawlings springboards off, twists in mid-air, and SLAMS both of his soles into Jester’s face with a springboard 180 basement dropkick that draws some warm applause from the crowd despite Rawlings being universally despised. With Jester seemingly out of it, Rawlings crawls on top of him for a cover and Nolan counts seconds before three before Jester manages to pop a shoulder up.

Alan Ducard: Rawlings is really starting to open his offense up here, if he continue this offensive drive and prevent Jester from mounting a comeback he just might have a valid claim at being the number one contender for Issac’s World Title!

Jimmy Yates: Can Rawlings put away Jester and prove all of his critics wrong? Or will Jester be able to comeback from this and swat down the proverbial fly that is Rawling?

Bryan Harris: Don’t editorialize, Jimmy! Don’t you listen to the voices that are screaming at you inside the head-sets?!

Alan Ducard: Stay tuned, folks!

The last shot before fading to black and out to a commercial break shows Rawlings taunting the crowd a little bit before spitting down across Jester Smiles.

[ Commercial Break ]

Alan Ducard: We’re back, ladies and gents! During the commercial break we saw Jester Smiles come close to mounting a comeback against his opponent here but Rawlings proved to be too quick and too, dare I say, smart and effectively shut it down.

Bryan Harris: I don’t like the implication that Rawlings is an idiot. It’s not right, actually, and I just might take it up with the board of directors here in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: There’s a board of directors in LEGACY? I thought it was Rob Belote?

As Harris and Yates bicker like an odd couple, a replay opens up, complete with a LEGACY graphic in the corner of the screen and a “During the Break...” above it, to show Jester Smiles clotheslining Rawlings down to the mat while following it up with a crescent kick to the sternum that knocks Rawlings down. But then, when he brings Rawlings to his feet, Rawlings nails a meat hook while the referee was changing viewing positions and was momentarily out of view.

Alan Ducard: As you can see, after that low blow by Rawlings Jester’s revitalization in this match-up has been effectively put on hold.

Stomping away on Jester, Rawlings expertly chooses his spots to strike, calculating each and every stomp with harmful intent. Bringing Jester back up to his feet, Rawlings attempts to lift Jester up for a northern lights suplex, but Jester denies Rawlings by straight up HEAD-BUTTING him in the face.

Jimmy Yates: He’ll head-butt ya!

Bryan Harris: C’mon, ref! That’s cheating!

Alan Ducard: Give me a BREAK, Bryan! Where were YOU five minutes ago when Rawlings hit him in the bollocks?!

Bryan Harris: I must have sneezed or been scratching my eye or possibly buying something off of Craig’s List. I don’t remember.. That was five whole minutes ago, Al!

Jimmy Yates: You can’t tell, folks at home, but I’m rolling my eyes right now.

Nolan gets right in Jester’s face about the head-butt, clearly upset that he did it so openly without care. Jester pleads his case to Nolan, explaining to him about the low blow done unto him earlier, but through all of this lies yet another distraction that Rawlings needs. With Jester’s back turned, Rawlings dropkicks Jester’s back, shooting him forward and causing an accidental head-butt to the referee in charge. As Nolan goes down, Rawlings sneaks up behind Jester again and nails a SECOND low blow with much more force this time around.

Jimmy Yates: Are you KIDDING ME?!

Alan Ducard: This is bloody ridiculous!

Bryan Harris: Yeah? Well... I get over it!

As Jester goes down holding himself between the legs, he looks over at Nolan who is holding his head in agony but not unconscious. Realizing Nolan isn’t looking in their direction, Rawlings lifts Jester’s legs up in a supine position on the mat... and STOMPS down on Jester’s nuts with full obvious force. The crowd boos Rawlings mercilessly for this, to which Rawlings simply smiles and laughs and proclaims his innocence.

Lifting Jester’s legs up again for another low blow, he realizes he is too late as Nolan is once again looking in their direction. Switching gears, Rawlings decides to flip forward with a jack-knife pinning predicament. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, Nolan drops down for the count.

One!!

Two!!

Jester manages to kick out and the crowd comes alive in a hurry!!

Upset that he didn’t get the three there, Rawlings argues with Nolan for a moment before focusing his attention back on Jester Smiles. Looking to the top rope, Rawlings exits to the outside apron and quickly begins making his ascension to the top. Perched like an eagle waiting to strike upon his prey from the tree tops, Rawlings waits for Jester to stand up on the mat before turning around and repositioning himself on the top rope so that his back is facing Jester and the ring. With jester double over a bit from the multiple illegal shots below the belt, Rawlings then pushes off of the top turnbuckle and lands a breathtaking, picture perfect moonsault onto the standing Jester Smiles, bringing him down to the mat for a pinning predicament while hooking both legs. As the crowd buzzes for the high risk move, they count along.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR- Jester kicks out of the perfectly executed moonsault and the crowd goes wild!

Rawlings is in a state of disbelief as he argues with Nolan about his “biased officiating” and stomps on the mat like a little kid who just got told “no” in Toys-R-Us. After almost an entire minute of arguing, Rawlings finally looks back on Jester, (after sending a nasty glare to the crowd of course), and helps him to his feet. With the palm of his hand, he slaps Jester right across the face... which proves to be a costly mistake as Jester stands up straight with his eyes widened in a furor.

Rawlings realizes what he’s done and immediately begins begging off and retreating away from Jester, but Jester shakes his head no. Delivering a clubbing blow straight to Rawlings’ head, Jester follows it up with one giant leg kick that literally sweeps Rawlings off of his feet and onto the back of his head. Landing awkwardly, Rawlings pleads for a time-out but Jester just ignores this plea of desperation. Bringing Rawlings to his feet, Jester lands a surgically precise spinning back kick to the abdomen that doubles over Rawlings and even drops him to one knee for a few seconds. Looking back at Rawlings trying to gain some of his breath back, Jester runs into the ropes... and on the rebound he flies through the air with a Jean-Claude Van Damme-like jumping spinning roundhouse kick that floors Rawlings and folds him up like an accordion.

Jimmy Yates: Did you see the HEIGHT Jester got on that move! WOW!

Rawlings rolls out of the ring, the splat of his body falling onto the outside mat echoing through out the arena. Jester goes to follow him out but Nolan attempts to maintain a semblance of order by telling him to back off and give Rawlings some space to continue.

Jimmy Yates: What the hell is this?! Why is Leonard Nolan stopping Jester from going to the outside?

Alan Ducard: Actually, James, that’s what an official is SUPPOSED to do when one of the competitors escapes to the outside. Ever since the 1980's wrestling officials have continuously frowned upon wrestlers unnecessarily going to the outside because nine times out of ten it ends up in a disqualification or double count out.

Bryan Harris: I actually agree with Al here. A lot of the officials, however, seem to be pretty lenient and let things like that go. But not in this one as Nolan realizes this is an important match with World Championship implications.

Jester finally decides to take Nolan’s advice and back up and Nolan begins the count. Seeing how anxious Jester is to get his hands on Rawlings, Rawlings smirks and retreats to the entrance ramp, backing up about halfway down to a chorus of boos. As Nolan reaches the count of four, Jester makes his way back to the ropes and attempts to exit but Nolan implores Jester to remain in the ring... while this is happening, Rawlings fails to see Kenji Yamada creeping up behind him. Shouting at Rawlings to turn around, Rawlings does so instinctively... but is met with a VICIOUS Yakuza kick to the face.

Alan Ducard: Bloody HELL! Kenji just drilled Rawlings! And the ref didn’t even SEE IT!!

By the time Nolan finishes backing Jester away from the ropes, Kenji Yamada has slithered back back up the ramp and away from the match as Rawlings gets to his feet, clutching his face in agony and looking in the direction from where Kenji came from. Finally having enough of Rawlings being on the outside, Jester goes against Nolan’s order and exits to the outside. Making his way to Rawlings, clearly not happy about someone interfering on his behalf, Jester turns Rawlings around and scoops him up and over his shoulder for a running power slam position. Wriggling and squirming, Rawlings has no choice but to go along for the ride as Jester carries Rawlings back towards the ring. Dumping Rawlings back into the ring between the bottom and middle ropes, Jester climbs in after him.

Alan Ducard: Jester looks INCENSES here!

Jimmy Yates: I think he’s tired of the games with Rawlings, Alan, and if that aggravated demeanor of his here is any indication of what the future has in store for Rawlings, then Jester could be going in for the kill right here!

As Jester signals to the crowd that it’s time for the Side Splitter, Rawlings gets to his feet and runs into the ropes, albeit a bit wobbly after that Yakuza kick. As Rawlings makes his way towards Jester, Jester lifts him up into a fireman’s carry position. Then, pushing him off, Jester jumps into the air with both knees extended and CRUSHES Rawlings’ upper body with a double knee gut-buster. Coughing and sputtering and gasping for air, Rawlings goes down in a curled up fetal position as Jester hooks a leg.

One!!

Two!!

Three!!

Jimmy Yates: He got him!!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match... JESTER SMILES!!!!!!

Bryan Harris: What a bunch of crap! Jester didn’t win this match! Kenji did!

Jimmy Yates: Oh please. While I agree with the sentiment that Kenji Yamada’s interference played a great role in Rawlings’ demise, I don’t doubt however Jester’s capabilities in winning this match on his own. Because ultimately, that’s exactly what he did.

Alan Ducard: So now we know that the main event at Darkest Days is set, and Issac Entragian will be defending against Justin Moreno and Jester Smiles, and it looks like something's brewing here at ringside...

After having his hand raised, Jester Smiles exits the ring, keeping an eye on Kenji as he heads up the ramp as Kenji hops up onto the apron. Returning to his feet, Stephen Rawlings moves over to the corner, keeping an eye on Kenji who seems content to remain on the apron. Reaching over the top rope, Rawlings is handed a microphone.

Stephen Rawlings: How dare you! It didn't matter that I messed up your win! You had nothing going for you. NOTHING! And beating me up for revenge on YOUR time even would have been fair... But this match... It was for a God Damn title shot. DO YOU UNDERSTAND how important that is? I've been waiting MONTHS FOR THIS, AND YOU... YOU WORTHLESS PATHETIC WORM! You COST ME the shot that I deserve! GET IN THIS RING RIGHT NOW ASSHOLE!

Kenji obliges, and climbs into the ring through the ropes. He gets up in Rawlings' grill.

Stephen Rawlings: You wanted a match weeks ago? Well guess what asshole.... PPV... IT'S ON!

Rawlings then tries to punch Kenji, kenji blocks it, and there is an enchange of blowss, Rawlings tries to get Kenji in the other finishing move, but Kenji reverses it into his finisher the Onifuusha Storm Driver, but Stephen escapes Kenjis clutches at the last second. Rawlings then runs away up the ramp, leaving Kenji alone and that it cuts away

He stands with his back to the camera clad in a golden suit, and as he turns we see the purple of his shirt and accents, and the ToV Title strapped around his elite waist as he stands proudly before the camera with a wide, smug grin across his lips. To his right is the beautiful and exotic, Elena Pisk – looking quite delicious in her form fitting purple dress – to the rear is his auburn-trussed assistance Charity – and to his left is none other than the usual interview suspect Avery George.

“Intern” Avery: Ladies and Gentlemen at this time my guest is none other than the new ToV Champion, The Highlight of the Night, Matthew Dawson. Matthew -

Dawson puts up his hand cutting him off immediately.

HOTN: You and I aren’t on a first name basis kid – show some respect to the only Elite Champion in LEGACY.

Avery: Uh … Mr. Dawson – I wanted to start out by thanking you for being my guest at this time.

HOTN: As you should – you should be thanking that horse-faced mother of yours for walking out of that clinic so you could be born, perhaps hit puberty – and now arrive here right now on Strife to bask, in the presence of greatness.

Avery is almost sick and he rolls eyes at Dawson, but Dawson doesn’t even notice as he’s not even looking at Avery but at the camera.

Avery: So what are your thoughts on becoming the two-time ToV Champion?

HOTN: What are my thoughts? That’s the best you’ve got? I just went into Super Card telling the entire world that I would become Champion again. The morons out there laughed and scoffed – the kind of idiots who purposefully subject themselves to a Laura Seton chat. Little did they know that I was about to not just beat Laura Seton, but to HUMILIATE HER by making that Olympic Hero / WBNA reject all around freak show give up in the middle of that ring. It wasn’t just a “tap out” no, no, no – she said it – she SCREAMED it. I mean I know I specialize in making a lady say “YES” but that is the sign of the true Elite.

He looks to Elena with a smirk, and then back to the camera.

HOTN: So now, that the ToV Championship is out of the hands of that embarrassment, I can once again take it to the heights it soared to when I was Champion the for the first time – no, it will go even higher, especially compared to the other champions around here. Our tag team champions are like the comedy duo from Dude Where’s my Car? Our World Champion is some kind of fetish fueled sasquatch, and after being with that trollop I’d say rabies is the least of his worries. Oh, and don’t even get me started on the No Limits Division with a Tourette’s patient as Champion.

Dawson shivers in disgust as he shakes his head.

There you have it … all of the Champions in LEGACY and not a one of them is even fit to lace my up boots, let alone close to my league …

From the left side of the screen, Hazard steps in. His hair is pulled back, he has his sunglasses on, and he's dressed in street clothes. The cuffs of his white dress shirt are unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows, and he's got a smirk on his face. The only other significant accessory is the leather and gold strap slung over his shoulder - the LEGACY FX Network Championship.

Hazard: Hi, Matt.

Dawson is rather perturbed by Hazard's appearance during his time and he looks at him with a mix of annoyance and incredulity.

HOTN: Are you that intellectually challenged or did I just hit you that hard when I beat you in the Hawkins Tournament? The Elite Champion is in the middle of an interview here.

Hazard: Easy now..you've had your interview time. Plus, me and Avery go way back, so I'm sure he'll be happy to let me speak. I get what you're doing. You're a cocky kid, and you're on top of the world right now. After all, you did just bust your ass to beat a woman. I'd be proud, too.

Dawson rolls looks to Elena, and rolls his eyes with a sigh before continuing, obviously growing in his annoyance with Hazard.

HOTN: Beat a woman? Haven't you heard she's a an Olympian - she's a multi-sport threat - and it doesn't matter how, who, when or why - what matters is that LEGACY has an Elite Champion once again to stand apart from the second-tier stars like you, running around with their golden trinkets.

Hazard gets a bit closer to Dawson with that last disparaging remark.

Hazard - Right. Understand, though, that whether anybody else cares what you have to say or not, I'm just pissy enough not to let it slide. You don't have to do what Garvin did to get on my bad side, Matt. You don't have to make things personal for me to get motivated. Really, all it takes is using a tone of voice that I don't like. Congrats, kid. You're on my bad side.

Dawson can't believe the threatening disrespect he's being shown and he steps forward himself.

HOTN: Oh whoopity-freakin' do - do you REALLY think I give a damn what any of the riffraff around here think? Especially a poser like you with that "wannabe" championship. I mean you can't even defend that on PPV.

Hazard: Oh, shut up. Listen. Here's the deal. You're proud of yourself right now. I'll let you have your moment, as long as you understand that the moment isn't going to last very long. I'm damned proud to be the FX Network Champion. Why? Maybe I'm not trotting out on every pay per view with this belt..but by the very definition of the belt, I'm forced to be the most active, hardest working champion in LEGACY. I'm out there every time the cameras are on, putting MY title on the line. You? You sit back and wait. One thing I learned a long time ago, Matt..titles don't make the man valuable. The man makes the titles valuable. Since you're sold on yourself, though, you won't mind a challenge from a lowly champ like myself. You and me at the pay per view.

Dawson narrows his eyes and a smirk purses across his lips.

HOTN: You really would like that wouldn't you - the chance to step out of the Strife darkness and into the PPV spotlight - MY spotlight. Well, I'm not about to share one photon of it with a disrespectful bottom feeder like ...

Hazard holds up his right hand and glances at it, before looking back at the Highlight

Hazard: Do you know what this is, Matt?

HOTN: Let me guess ... I it has to do with that lame catch phrase ... I've almost got it ... it's on the tip of my tongue. Oh yeah. (Rolling his eyes and twirling his finger in a "who cares" motion) "Weapon of Choice".

Hazard: Good answer.

Hazard slaps Dawson across the face sharply, catching him by surprise and Dawson's eye go WIDE in anger, but before Dawson can respond and an all out brawl can erupt, Hazard simply chuckles and walks away.

Landon Savage: Chris... You really think having Stephen do your dirty work for you would be a loophole?

Chris Turner: Look... You can't expect me to just sit here and do nothing... You know what that's like. It's sucks...

Landon Savage: There is always the civil route.

Chris Turner: That man doesn't deserve anything civil. Except maybe to get shot in the face by a civil war musket.

Landon Savage: Then why don't you face him in an uncivil match, and not only prove to him that you're not a push-over... Say the word and I can sign a No-Limits match for the Pay Per View... Right Now...

Chris stares at Landon thinking about it....

Chris Turner: Write it up.... And then get me a knife... I'm signing this one with my blood...

Landon Savage: No... No you're not.

Chris Turner: I HATE YOU!

Landon grabs a piece of paper, and begins to write on it.

Jimmy Yates: You spoke of the similar pedigree there Alan, but in spite of an overlapping past, neither of these men have ever faced each other one-on-one at any point. This a very special opportunity for the fans, as we take the top-flight LEGACY product and take it one step further featuring a high profile match-up that no company has ever given them before.

Bryan Harris: I know I've been looking forward to this fight ever since it was announced. They have walked similar paths, before with Davis often representing a new wave of talent and success in different companies, now including LEGACY. Although they've seemingly walked similar paths, these guys are as different as they come in fighting styles.

Jimmy Yates: And what they stand for and represent.

Bryan Harris: Maybe Jimbo, but maybe not - after the way we left The Outlaw and VIP last Super Card, I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss VIP's claims. It could be entirely that they each have a common goal, but this match tonight is just a "bump in the road" to seeing that goal accomplished.

Jimmy Yates: You aren't suggesting an alliance or that Blade would ...

Bryan Harris: I'm not suggesting anything yet Jimbo - I'm just saying for once in your life - keep an open mind.

Alan Ducard: Well gents we could continue to debate the dynamics of these two fighters, but I think we should let the highlights speak for themselves. Let's roll the footage.

Alan Ducard: Adam Davis has taken control early in this match, already targeting the head and neck.
Bryan Harris: He is a master tactician Ducard. His style is a bit mixed and perhaps unorthodox but he knows exactly how to modify his offense for each opponent.

Jimmy Yates: Davis is excellent Bryan, but Adam has to be careful here. The Outlaw has stunned foes on numerous occasions with just how powerful and resilient he is. Let's not forgot some of his classic battles against Issac Entragian or how he prevailed at DFG against John Thomas.

Davis follows up the neck snap by allowing Greyson to roll up to his knees only before striking again by coming off the ropes and delivering a stiff kick to the face that knocks The Outlaw down face first. Greyson makes another attempt to stand, but Adam assists him this time to a "vertical" base, but all the while clutching him so that as Blade's legs immediately locked, he spins Blade up, reverses, and then drops to his knees with a jarring neckbreaker.

Alan Ducard: A quite impactful neckbreaker there from Adam Davis, and by only dropping to his knees, he's back to his feet quickly, and now he comes off the ropes ... OKLAHOMA ROLL!

ONE

TWO

Kickout!

The Outlaw gets the shoulder up at two, but Davis almost takes the victory with the quick-pinning hold.

Bryan Harris: His varied offense shows again here guys - the strikes, with fast-paced wrestling maneuvers. Davis has The Outlaw off balance here.

Alan Ducard: Blade manages to push himself back to a vertical position, and here's Adam with a stinging chop, and another, and Blade back to the ropes. Davis steps in now and there's a big knee lift, and another, and another in the ropes, and finally the official is over to break up the assault.

Jimmy Yates: As well he should Alan - Blade was in the ropes.

Alan Ducard: Davis now out of the break with a quick right hand, and now here's the Irish whip - NO! The Outlaw reverses and pulls Davis back, flattening him with a SHORTARM CLOTHESLINE!

Both men are down for a few seconds and Blade pushes up to get back to his feet, followed by Davis who isn't far behind. However, before Davis can get his full balance and bearings, The Outlaw rears back and catches Davis flush with an overwhelmingly powerful uppercut that sends Davis up into the air off his feet, knocking him to the canvas with a thud.

Alan Ducard: What a SHOT from The Outlaw!

Jimmy Yates: This is a guy who has been able to match power with guys like Entragian, Black, and Anselm - and he just unloaded with that uppercut on Davis.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw looks to maintain control, and there's the strong Irish whip from The Outlaw to the buckles, and there's a massive follow-up clothesline! Davis is falling out of the buckles, but Blade catches him and throw him back in and here we go!

The fans roar with approval as The Outlaw fires off a fury of jaw rattling punches, before he sets in with the kicks, and knees, alternating until he's bludgeoned Davis down on the canvas in the corner. With each blow the crowd grows louder in its approval.

Jimmy Yates: The crowd is really enjoying The Outlaw abusing Davis here - especially since Davis hasn't exactly earned their respect with how he and Ledge have been conducting business here in LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: The fans are simply ungrateful - they are trying to improve LEGACY by getting rid of the weak - eliminating those that would bring this company down.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw pulls Adam up in the corner, scoops him over his shoulder, and he takes off with a running powerslam! HE PLANTS DAVIS DEAD CENTER OF THE RING AND THERE'S THE PIN!

ONE

TWO

KICKOUT! The big move from The Outlaw was damaging, but not devastating enough to end this contest.

The Outlaw looks to the official who signals back two, and The Outlaw then turns his attention back to Davis with a stomp to the head.

*****

When the match footage continues, the combatants have switched places - it's now The Outlaw who is under The iceman's boot. Davis pulls him up to his knees allowing Adam to pull him over to the ropes. Davis gets a running start from across the ring, and he leaps up, and drives the knee down into Blade's spine, jarring him and compacting Blade's body against the ropes.

Alan Ducard: Davis has been on a roll every since reversing The Outlaw's powerbomb attempt into a victory roll, followed by a shining wizard. Since then gents it has been all Davis, and after that knee to the spine, Davis now exits the ring and pulls Blade under the bottom rope so that his head is dangling away from the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: I don't like where this is headed Alan.

Bryan Harris: Davis is going to put Blade out of his misery!

The Iceman drives an elbow down into Blade's head before backing up for a running start. Davis gains momentum before driving his boot into Blade's skull big boot style as Blade's body goes limp under the ropes. Davis immediately slides back inside the ring and grabbing Blade's legs, falls back and propels the big man up and throat first into the bottom rope as a worried crowd begins a rallying chant for The Outlaw.

Bryan Harris: The crowd can chant all it wants to here, but a little noise from these fans isn't going to change the fact that Adam Davis is giving The Outlaw a beating.

Jimmy Yates: He is punishing The Outlaw right now Bryan, but he hasn't won this match yet. It wasn't long ago that The Outlaw was the one dishing out the punishment.

The Iceman pulls Blade into the center of the ring by his legs and flips through with a jackknife pin!
Alan Ducard: Davis with the pin!

ONE

TWO

TH-KICKOUT! Now that was close - Blade got the shoulder up, but it wasn't by much.

The Iceman allows Greyson to find his way back to his feet, but he immediately comes off the ropes and catches him by the head to deliver the facecrusher on the canvas. Davis is feeling it now, and he zeros in on Blade as he pulls Greyson up and staggers him with two vicious elbow shots! Davis scoops him into the fireman's carry!

The crowd gasps as Blade goes up, but as Davis tries to spin him off, the much larger Blade goes down the back, hooking Davis. He takes him up into the belly to back position, only to drop and spin, driving him down in a Rock Bottom-style finish to the move! The crowd lets out a roaring cheer for the reversal as Blade begins to get to his feet.

Alan Ducard: A much needed, perfectly-timed power reversal for The Outlaw out of the Cold Shoulder! Greyson is getting to his feet now, and he pulls Davis up and takes him up into the vertical suplex position, but he drops The Iceman down ribs first on the top rope!

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw is taking it to the ribs to set up for the Killshot guys.

Alan Ducard: Davis teetering now on the top rope as Greyson grabs him with his head under Blade's arm and ... HE DDT'S HIM! With Adam's legs hanging on the top rope, The Outlaw sends him head first into the canvas!

The Outlaw follows up the DDT by pulling Davis to his feet and pressing him into the air, gorilla press-style before dropping down to his shoulder and slamming him down with a wicked powerslam in one smooth motion!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is going for the pin here!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO! Now it's The Iceman's turn to barely kick out here.

Jimmy Yates: Guys, not to distract from the in-ring action, but while Greyson has gone on the offensive, Ledge has made his way down towards the ring and he's now at ringside.

Bryan Harris: I guess he wants to be here for his partner when Davis beats The Outlaw.

Jimmy Yates: I'm sure that's what it is Bryan - now Blade is up and he pulls Davis to his feet, and Blade to the ropes ... and Ledge goes for Blade's leg, but Blade dances around him and there's an STO on Davis!

Alan Ducard: Ledge tried to interfere, but some nifty footwork from The Outlaw allows him to avoid the trip, and take Davis down!

Bryan Harris: Awwww no ... what's he doing out here now?

Jimmy Yates: Kidd might be feeling a bit guilty with about the way he reacted to what happened last Strife which we saw in promotional videos earlier in the week. He's probably out here to have The Outlaw's back even though Blade was too late to have Kidd's back last Strife.
As Blade continues on the offensive, Patrick Kidd heads slowly down the rampway, his eyes all the while focused on Ledge as he approaches. As a famous man once said - business is about to pick up.

*****

There is tension in the air as Kidd and Ledge have been circling each other like sharks around the ring, and on the inside the ferocity of Blade and Davis strikes grows as they trade back and forth. Blade with a punch to the jaw – Davis responds with a back elbow. Blade with a knee to the gut, and Davis hits a chop to the side of the neck. Davis hits a kick to the ribs, and Blade catches the second one and hammers Davis to the canvas with a clothesline like shot.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw seems like he may have control after that shot, and Blade brings Davis back to his feet and sends him off with the Irish whip. Davis on the rebound ducks a clothesline, rebounds and there’s a flying forearm shot! Blade tries to get back to his feet and Davis hooks him for a suplex, but The Outlaw blocks! The Outlaw blocks again, and he suplexes The Iceman! Blade tries to bring Davis back to his feet, but Davis hits a palm thrust to the jaw, and there’s a leg sweep taking Greyson down!

Jimmy Yates: Back and forth they go – each man reaching down for that little bit extra to keep the other from taking the momentum.

As Blade tries to stand, Davis kicks him in the gut and tries hooking the arms, and the fans rise up realizing that Davis could be going for his Clarity piledriver. However, The Outlaw powers up and out, flipping Davis over his back, but as Davis lands, he catches Blade and flips him over into a pin with a sit-out/sunset flip style pin, but Blade somehow manages to roll through and staggers back towards the buckles. Davis is up quickly and he blasts Blade with a kick to the jaw knocking him back into the corner.

Jimmy Yates: Davis has the edge here as he has Blade reeling in the buckles, and I think he wants to take Blade out right here.

Bryan Harris: He needs to go back to that speed here Jimbo.

The Iceman leaps up looking for the rana out of the corner, but Blade blocks and reverses, pulling Davis up for a powerbomb. Davis hammers away to keep from being slammed down, and he reverses, and tries going for the facebuster reversal, but as he tries to force Greyson down, Blade grabs him by the neck mid move, and slams him down with a sit-out choke bomb!

Alan Ducard: What a reversal by Blade! Both men are down!

The crowd screams for The Outlaw to get to his feet, and he tries, slowly pushing his way back to a vertical base. However, as he does, Ledge races around the ring and attacks Kidd!

Bryan Harris: We knew that calm wouldn’t last forever! Kidd and Ledge trading punches on the outside, continuing the violence from earlier tonight!

Alan Ducard: Davis is still down and Blade is using the ropes to pull himself and he’s back to his feet! On the outside, Kidd with a big right hand on Ledge and he goes for the Irish whip but Ledge Irish whips Kidd into the ring apron behind Greyson! Kidd’s legs buckle and he goes down! Ledge here moving in on Kidd, and Blade reaches over the ropes to take a shot at Ledge who backs away!

Just as Blade turns, Davis is there and he JACKS him with a stunner! The force of the maneuver pops Blade back into the air and into the ropes. As he comes off Davis rolls him up …

Alan Ducard: SMALL PACKAGE PIN!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

The crowd jeers loudly as the official signals for the bell, and Josephina Colbert unhappy makes the announcement.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match … The Iceman Adam Daaaaaaaaaaavis!

Davis has his hand raised by the official, but he doesn’t linger in the ring, motioning for Ledge to head to the rampway.

Alan Ducard: Adam Davis fought a hell of a match tonight, and he picks up a huge win here on Strife.

Jimmy Yates: He did but it’s obvious he was distracted by Ledge and Kidd on the outside.

Bryan Harris: That his own fault. Ledge didn’t touch Blade – he didn’t even jaw at him. Blade lost focus and it cost him as Adam Davis wins, fair and square.

As Manson blasts over the PA system, The Outlaw has rolls back to his knees, along the ropes holding his jaw in disgust. Patrick having regained his own bearings on the outside, enters the ring and approaches Blade and tries helping Blade back to his feet …

Alan Ducard: Kidd is back in the ring to help his friend up, but Blade pushes him away?

Jimmy Yates: Maybe he’s still a little stunned from that finish?

Alan Ducard: Kidd goes to help Blade again, but Greyson pushes him away again – this time a bit harder, and he gets to his feet.

A very awkward feeling comes over the crowd as Kidd says something to Greyson, who turns from the corner holding his jaw and says something very emphatically to Kidd as he points to him, and then up the rampway where Davis and Ledge have halted their exit to look to the ring.

Jimmy Yates: It looks as if The Outlaw is VERY unhappy with what down here tonight, and he’s taking that frustration out on Kidd.

Bryan Harris: Why shouldn’t he – if he wasn’t out here tonight, Blade wouldn’t have had to step in for him.

Jimmy Yates: He was out here to have Blade’s back.

Bryan Harris: Well from the looks of it, it backfired.

Kidd steps forward and tries to explain himself, but Greyson brushes him off. Kidd reaches out and grabs Blade’s arm, and Blade turns with a fire in his eyes and we can see his fists clench as Kidd stares hard at him. However, before Greyson can do one more thing, or Kidd can respond, Ledge speaks from the rampway having obtained a mic.

Ledge: As much as I hate to break up this little lover’s quarrel, our time is very precious. So if you don’t mind…just keep quiet and listen. We were very discouraged when we found out that Blade decided not to play ball, so Adam and I decided that if Greyson wasn’t going to solve the problem, he was just contributing to it - and wouldn’t you know it? The management granted our little request. At this coming pay per view we’re going to get the chance to take out the trash…again. Ledge and Adam Davis vs. “The Ghost of Talent’s Past” Patrick Kidd and the “The Outdated” Greyson Blade. VIP vs. Family Values.

Ledge looks to Davis with his characteristic smirk before turning his attention back to the ring where Blade glares at him, and then looks to Kidd.

Ledge: That is…if there’s still a family …

With that Ledge turns and takes his leave with Davis as Greyson and Kidd eye each other up in anger and frustration.

Alan Ducard: Recently the two met up inside a LEGACY International ring to make things official. Let’s check out the footage to see what transpired.

The footage opens with John Iley already in the ring, the LEGACY International championship belt around his wait. Pop Japanese techno music is playing in the background, and the camera switches over to show Osamu Hayashi coming across the elevated walkway, with dry-ice fog surrounding his feet and red lasers flashing around all above his head coming from the structure surrounding entrance curtain. Osamu gets to the ring and has a huge grin on his face. Once the music fades, Osamu gets closer and closer to the champion, putting himself less than a foot away. The moderator steps up with a microphone in hand. Before he can say anything, the moderator has his microphone taken by Osamu Hayashi.

OSAMU HAYASHI: So is this going to happen, Johnny Boy, or are you going to back out?

A confident look on his face, John takes a step back and looks to his right and is handed a microphone of his own.

JOHN ILEY: Hayashi, your just the next in line to try and take the International Title away from me! Your just like every other challenger I've faced! I've never backed down yet from anyone. I'm a fighting champion and your going to experience first hand, that I take the fight to you!

After rolling his eyes, Osamu Hayashi responds.

OSAMU HAYASHI: So far, that belt has not yet been defended against a guy of my caliber, the best that JAPAN has to offer – which is head and shoulder above what England can do. Are you ready to give that belt over to me? I hate to see grown men cry, but I will make a exception.

JOHN ILEY: You know something, I've wrestled in Japan a few times, its where I learned most of my craft, other than back in the UK. I admit I like your style, plenty of technical moves, ground based, you add the speed when needed. But your attitude, that just STINKS to high heaven! On that alone, you don't really deserve a shot at this belt! So leave it in the dressing room Hayashi, because bringing it to the ring, is only going to make the night longer and more of a fight for you.

Reaching down, John Iley picks up the clipboard and motions to the moderator for a pen. When the moderator hands the champion a writing implement, he shows John where he needs to sign.

OSAMU HAYASHI: No more backing out now! Biggest mistake you ever made! Now where do I sign?!

After John hands the clipboard and pen to the moderator, it’s then handed to Osamu Hayashi who begins to look it over, with the moderator attempting to give Hayashi similar instruction as to where to sign. As Osamu signs, John speaks up again.

JOHN ILEY: One last thing Hayashi. The road to this title isn't easy... and you if you end up on the Tyne Bridge, you won't be getting off and your journey ends, when the ref counts.... 1.... 2..... 3!

Reaching behind his back, Iley unbuckles the belt, takes it by the end of the strap and holds it high above his head. The last shot shows Osamu motioning that the belt is soon to be coming around his own waist.

TMB: I would say say it was the scent of trash like you that allowed me to find you, but then again...trash has never done anything to be to warrant since a disrespect. But all pleasantries aside...I hope that ticking sound hasn't been keeping you up.

Ethan Leers: Man, who the f**k is this n****r? I mean, really? Really f**ker? You beat f**king Crazyboy, and suddenly, you think a guy like f**king you can talk to a guy like f**king me. Just, seriously, go f**king rob a bank, f**k and beat a fat f**king white woman, and be f**king illiterate somewhere else, cuz, seriou-

Before Ethan can finish his sentence, TMB clocks him STRAIGHT on the jaw, knocking Ethan down and out! You can actually hear a slight pop from the crowd.

TMB: Damn...why has NO ONE tried this?

TMB looks as if he is going to walk away, but he stops and looks down at Ethan.

TMB: Oh...and that ticking sound...is the clock ticking down before your title reign fades away...my N***a...

Jimmy Yates: That’s a given Alan, we have a six person tag team match on tap, and with all the conflicting agendas coming into play with this one, god only knows what kind of chaos we may be in for.

Bryan Harris: It’s gonna be wild, that much is certain. On one side of the coin we have what I like to call the A-Team, being headed by the LEGACY World Champion, Issac Entragian. I could go on and on about this man’s illustrious deeds, his pure-bred dominance, everything about this seven foot beast just screams CHAMPION…

Alan Ducard: Well I’ll cut you off there Bry, because we don’t have all night. You’re entitled to your opinion, but as far as I’m concerned, Entragian is a nefarious monster, this man is without remorse, and at times I actually believe that he was born without a conscience.

Jimmy Yates: And his tag partners are not much better Alan, we have Loco Martinez, a hateful narcissist, and the poster child for arrogance himself in the form of John Thomas. All three of these men are morally corrupt, and as far as I’m concerned, this team might as well have been forged in hell itself.

Bryan Harris: Shows what you idiots know, Loco is a LEGACY titan, we’re talking about a two time World Champion, and how dare you comment on JT’s arrogance? It’s called confidence, and I think it’s totally justified considering that John Thomas is the future of this industry. And with The Ivory Terror on their side, this one might as well be written up in the books, the other guys have no chance!

Alan Ducard: Speaking of the “other guys”, this team is a well-rounded group of successful individuals who are all capable of putting on five-star matches in this business. One of which is the very talented Justin Moreno, and despite the hard times he has been through as of late, it seems like Justin’s life is finally getting back on the right track, and I’m very happy to see that.

Jimmy Yates: If ever someone deserved a little happiness, it’s Justin Moreno, and I’m sure that if he wins his match tonight, that’ll no doubt bring a smile to his face. And with partners like J-Mo has, there’s a strong possibility that they will be winning tonight.

Alan Ducard: We’re talking about the impressive Laura Seton, who has made real strides in the Tao of Valor division, and it’s been proven that this young woman has the heart of a lioness. She does not back down, and she is a shining example of success here in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: Let’s not forget Gryffin Anselm, despite his old ties with The Diabolik, Gryffin has taken a new road in his life, and he’s quickly becoming a fan favorite. Based on what I’ve seen from Anselm lately, he has a strong set of principles and he is a valuable asset to have on ANY team.

Bryan Harris: Well I’m tired of listening to you two rave about that ragtag group of misfits, let’s transition into the footage and watch The World Champion and his partners take care of business, shall we?

Anselm falls down to one knee, and Thomas pauses only to take a step back before delivering a boot to directly into Gryffin’s left shoulder joint. Thomas goes for another boot, but Anselm has fought his way up, so JT switches up his approach, launching himself forward and looking to score with a right hand.

Gryffin catches Thomas by the arm and flips him into the turnbuckle corner, and once JT connects, Anselm begins to fire off with big punches straight into the face of The Durable One.
Alan Ducard: Well we’re seeing classic John Thomas, already tearing into Gryffin’s shoulder with everything he’s got. It’s an interesting dynamic to see JT squaring off with the man who trained him.

Bryan Harris: Anselm can take credit for giving John some direction, but it’s JT who has all the raw talent, and trust me, he’s added god knows how many moves to his repertoire since Gryff trained him, so as far as I’m concerned the student surpassed the teacher a LONG time ago.

Jimmy Yates: Tables turned though, look at Gryffin hammer into his former student!

Anselm pounds Thomas, and then he takes JT by the wrist and irish whips him into a neutral corner. Thomas hits hard, and slumps down against the buckles. Gryffin meanwhile gets up a head and steam and rushes at Thomas, smashing into him with a big turnbuckle clothesline. JT’s whole body jumps from the impact, and he falls to a sitting position, shaking his head back and forth to drive away the cobwebs.

Anselm backpedals, and then slaps the outstretched hand of Laura Seton, causing a wave of cheers to flood through the Rhode Island crowd.

Alan Ducard: Well now it’s time to see what Laura Seton brings to the table in this match, and considering this young woman’s accolades, I’m convinced that she will not fail to impress.

Bryan Harris: Please, this girl is a joke; she’s got about as much talent in her as Loco Martinez has in his PINKY FINGER!

Seton runs towards Thomas, and JT meets her, but he’s sent right down to the canvas by a perfectly aimed dropkick. Thomas rolls and then shakily gets back to his feet, only for Laura to drive the point of her wrestling boot right into Thomas’s breadbasket. Thomas doubles over, and Seton promptly drops down into split, and once in position she ROCKS JT right on the jaw with a stiff uppercut.

Alan Ducard: The Splits! Can you believe the agility? This woman lives and breathes athleticism.

Jimmy Yates: She is most definitely championship material, and I’m proud to say we have Laura Seton as a member of the LEGACY roster. I’ll be honest, I see World Titles in this girl’s future.

Bryan Harris: I see a moustache and cankles in this girl’s future.

Laura waits for a moment, allowing Thomas to push himself up to his feet, and then she throws a kick towards his face. JT’s reflexes serve him well though, he catches the foot, and as Laura hops on one foot a crafty smile appears on Thomas’s face. Seton takes one final big hop, and then leaps and CRUSHES a boot into the side of JT’s head with an enzuigiri; promptly wiping the smile right off JT’s face and sending him down to the canvas like a sack of bricks. Seton smirks, flipping her hair out of her face before moving towards her corner, where she tags Justin Moreno on the back of the hand.

Jimmy Yates: Thomas is being targeted right now, lots of quick tags on the part of Seton and her partners, and if JT wants to get the momentum back he HAS to make a tag.

Alan Ducard: Well with J-Mo now coming into the fray, that’s going to be easier said than done, this man is quick as can be.

Moreno makes a beeline for JT, but Thomas manages to scramble towards his corner, crawling elbow over elbow until he’s able to tag Loco Martinez into the picture. Loco is through the ropes in seconds, rushing towards J-Mo. Moreno leapfrogs Martinez, and Loco comes off the ropes hard, and on the rebound J-Mo tries a clothesline, but Martinez ducks the attempt and halts his momentum, and then he swings his leg around and BLASTS Moreno in the face with a roundhouse kick. Moreno staggers backwards, somehow managing to keep his feet, and just as Loco runs forward J-Mo flips up into the air and smashes a pele kick into the face of Martinez! Both men smash into the canvas, both men not moving.

Alan Ducard: My god, two beautiful kicks utilized by both men on that exchange, and I’ve got to assume that brains have been scrambled after all that!

Bryan Harris: Even my deaf grandmother would have heard those cracking sounds!

Shockingly, both men are struggling to vertical bases, with Loco Martinez getting there first. Once his feet are under him, Loco launches himself at J-Mo, locking his hand around Moreno’s throat and looking for a cruiserweight chokeslam, but Justin sends a few desperation kicks into Loco’s arm, forcing him to break the goozle. Moreno jumps up, locking his legs around Loco’s neck and then rolling him down to the canvas with a headscissors takedown. Martinez is right back up though, and he locks J-Mo’s head up into a side headlock. Moreno fights it, pushing Loco into the ropes and then pushing off of them, forcing the release of the headlock. Moreno makes a beeline for Martinez, but Loco smashes a right hand into his face, and then spins him around and rockets him down to the canvas with a bulldog. Moreno lands face first, and his hands immediately go up to cradle his face.

Jimmy Yates: Lots of back and forth between these two, arguably two of LEGACY’s fastest superstars, these guys can hang with each other move for move.

Bryan Harris: Something had to give though, and you see now that Loco will always have the last laugh.

Martinez goes to stalk J-Mo, but Justin gathers up his strength and makes a jump towards his corner, slapping hands with Gryffin Anselm before rolling out of the ring under the bottom rope. Loco attempts to meet Gryffin, but with power and steam on his side, Gryffin barrels into Loco with a flying shoulder tackle. Loco goes down hard and quickly rolls to his corner, where he wisely slaps the outstretched hand of Issac Entragian.

Bryan Harris: Mark my words boys, business is about to pick up.

Alan Ducard: This is the first time the World Champion has had the opportunity to step into this match, and I’m sure he’s been stewing to sow some seeds of destruction.

Gryffin races to meet Issac, but he’s immediately blasted to his knees thanks to a venomous uppercut from Entragian. Gryffin rises back up, stumbling, and Issac takes a step back and DRILLS his knee into Anselm’s gut. Gryffin lets out a whoosh of air, and once he’s doubled over Issac pulls him down into a standing headscissors and grabs a hold of the back of Anselm’s tights, proceeding to SPIKE Gryffin’s head into the mat with a brutal looking piledriver. Anselm falls to the side awkwardly, both hands going up to nurse the back of his neck.

Bryan Harris: Now that was brutality at it’s best, Issac made it look easy.

Alan Ducard: I always enjoy seeing two bulls like Issac and Gryffin square off, but judging by that exchange, the points go out to Issac Entragian.

Issac rises back up to his feet, and he drags Gryffin up with him by the hair. Entragian takes hold of Gryffin’s wrist and twists it up into an arm wrench, and then he forces Anselm over to his corner. While Issac still has Anselm’s arm locked up, the white devil tags the hand of John Thomas. Issac continues to hold the arm, allowing Thomas to send a nasty forearm into Gryffin’s ribs, and then the World Champion exits the ring.

Bryan Harris: Intelligent strategy on the part of Entragian, quick tags to keep himself fresh, and some nice teamwork displayed between he and JT too.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Thomas is going up high, we’ll see if he benefits from this high risk maneuver.

Having retaken hold of Gryffin’s wrist with a standing armbar, Thomas ascends the buckles, and then LEAPS, looking to plant his knee along Anselm’s shoulder, but Gryff has it scouted, he catches JT mid-leap and pivots, drilling John into the canvas with a ring-rocking spinebuster. JT cringes, his whole body looking like a live wire as pain shoots up his spine.

Jimmy Yates: Beautiful counter! Having had the privilege of training Thomas, Gryffin has a lot of knowledge concerning JT’s moveset in the squared circle, and he definitely used that knowledge to his benefit on that exchange.

Alan Ducard: I’ve never seen Old School countered in that way before, and I gotta say this Englishman is pretty damn impressed.

With Thomas laid out on the canvas, Gryffin goes straight to his corner and high fives Laura Seton, bringing her into the match. Laura comes in swiftly, looking to follow up on JT, but Thomas smartly pushes himself backwards along the mat and reaches his fingers towards Loco Martinez, and there’s just enough contact to justify a tag. Martinez springs into the ring over the top rope, cracks his neck to the side arrogantly and asks Laura to “bring it on” with both hands. Seton does just that, running forward and taking Loco down with a jumping clothesline. Martinez pushes Laura off of him and then gets back to his feet, placing a foot forward and launching one fist towards Laura’s pretty face, but at the last second Seton snaps her head to the side, avoiding the punch.

Seton then straight up SLAPS Loco across the face, drawing ire to the former World Champion’s face. Seton looks to follow up with a dropkick, but Loco sees it coming and he swats her legs away and forces her to fall hard against the canvas. Laura quickly tries to regain her footing, but Loco lets out a roar and runs forward, smashing his fist into the back of Laura’s skull with sickening intensity. Seton flops down against the canvas, her eyes taken on a slight glaze.

Jimmy Yates: Oh my god, did you HEAR that? I think Loco almost knocked Laura unconscious with that shot, look into her eyes, she’s on dream street!

Alan Ducard: That was hard to watch.

Adding insult to injury, Martinez pulls Laura rudely up to her feet, and then locking his arms around her waist he falls backwards and smashes the back of her head and neck into the canvas with a high angle german suplex. Seton touches down painfully, her eyes taking on an even milkier filter as she seems to be totally out of it. Loco stands up, then points down at Seton, mouthing the words “I got something for you sweetheart!” Martinez then very deliberately steps backwards, ever so slowly, before slapping the chest of the monstrous Ivory Terror and officially bringing him into the match.

Alan Ducard: Oh no. This is not good. I know that Laura is a world class athlete; she’s proven that she can hang with the big boys, but that snake Martinez has just fed her broken body to our carnivorous World Heavyweight Champion. I fear for this young woman’s well being…

Jimmy Yates: Get up Laura, make the tag! Hurry!

Entragian chuckles, and he and Loco share an evil grin before Issac steps over the top rope. Entragian takes his time, he begins to stalk towards Laura very slowly, and once Seton realizes who’s in the ring with her she seems to wake up a little, and she desperately claws along the canvas, trying to crawl away from the monster and back towards her corner. Issac isn’t having this, he leans down quickly and clamps one pale hand around Laura’s ankle, and then he YANKS her backwards, dragging her several feet along the canvas on her belly until she’s in the very center of the ring. Issac’s nostrils flare, and his eyes momentarily roll up to the whites, as though he gets off on her scent.

Jimmy Yates: This man is sick in the head. He is a prisoner of his own deranged mind, and if I could give him any advice right now, it would be to think about what you’re doing, Issac. Don’t do something you’ll regret.

Laura’s eyes widen as she stares up into the face of pure evil, her bottom lip trembling just a tiny bit, and very suddenly Issac takes the toe of his boot and flips her onto her stomach. Entragian pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning the crowd, and then he seems suddenly to be somewhere else, to look into the green hollows of his eyes is to look into nothingness. That’s when it starts, Issac raises one boot as high up as he can, and then he CRUSHES it into the back of Laura Seton’s skull. Her face smacks the canvas with a sickening crunch, and then the boot party truly gets going, with Issac stomping down on every single appendage of Laura’s body he can find. He starts with the arms, stamping down on her hands and biceps, before working his way down to her ribs, stomp after unrelenting stomp, her entire body seeming to convulse as Issac starts to work on her legs.

Alan Ducard: CHRIST IN HEAVEN! STOP THIS! This is disturbing to watch, that man has snapped, what he’s doing to that young woman is disgusting! He’s trying to end Laura’s career!

Bryan Harris: Hush Al! I want everyone to savor this moment. The red cloud has descended on Entragian, he’s in the heart of a frenzy right now, and this is where he does his BEST work. You see those eyes? He’s in another world at the moment, a world where pleasure and pain mix together, a world where HE is GOD. Watch him dissect this sweet little flower, it’s beautiful!

Issac ends the onslaught with a few stiff stomps directed into Laura’s thighs and calves, and then he all of a sudden stops and drops down to one knee beside Laura’s carcass. He snatches up a handful of Seton’s hair, and pulls her head up from the canvas. The crowd boos mercilessly, and with a sick smile dawning on his face, Issac flicks out his forked tongue and licks Seton’s cheek, leaving a trail of saliva along her face.

Jimmy Yates: That son a b*tch makes me sick to my stomach. He has NO heart; he is nothing but an inhuman bully. You’ve made your point Issac, that’s enough; don’t you see that she’s had ENOUGH?

Bryan Harris: It’ll NEVER be enough, now why don’t you calm down before you have an aneurism Jimbo? Do you WANT Entragian to come up here and rip your head off? Because you sir are asking for it!

Issac stands fully vertical now, brushing a strand of white hair behind his ear. With a vile smirk on his face he raises up his hands as the referee backs him off, and he deliberately steps back to his corner and bumps fists with Loco Martinez, bringing yet another form of evil into the match. Loco saunters forward, laughing at Seton as she’s laid out on the mat, and the crowd ROARS with disapproval at the nefarious actions of both Martinez & Entragian.

Alan Ducard: Look at this now, Loco sauntering into the ring with that chesire cat grin on his face, and he LOVES seeing that his little plot has come full circle.

Jimmy Yates: Laura might be out of it at this point, god only knows how much damage her body has sustained.

Loco moves over to Laura, grabbing her by the hair and bringing her up to her feet, where she basically leans against Martinez just to stand up. Loco begins to lightly slap her face, teasing her as a tomcat would tease a mouse, but then suddenly out of nowhere Laura BLASTS a right hand into Loco’s face. Loco staggers back, hand on his cheek, looking absolutely shocked, yet he has no time to gather himself because Seton begins to pound him with rights and lefts, fighting with everything she has, punch after punch finding their mark! Loco stumbles backwards, and just as he tries to get on the offensive again Laura CLIPS him on the side of the jaw with a super kick. Loco falls in a heap, and Laura hits the canvas as well, her body racked with pain and exhaustion.

Jimmy Yates: Would you look at that! Just when we thought Laura Seton was down and out, she shows us how much heart she has, and she BROUGHT the fight to Martinez!

Alan Ducard: Now she absolutely must make a tag, she’s taken too much damage, with Loco’s targeting of her neck and Entragian’s horrible stomp-fest; she has to give herself some time to recover.

Laura crawls, her head against the canvas as she tries to draw on all of her strength reserves, and finally she pushes up from her knees and leaps desperately, slapping hands with Justin Moreno, while on the opposite side of the ring Loco slaps the hand of Issac Entragian at exactly the same moment. Entragian barrels into the ring like a madman, looking to take J-Mo’s head off with a clothesline, but Moreno ducks and sends a few vicious looking kicks into Issac’s back and legs. Entragian stumbles forward, and then sweeps around with an elbow aimed at Justin’s head, but Moreno sidesteps and grabs Issac’s neck, before dropping down to both knees with a jawbreaker. Issac limps backwards, holding his jaw, and Moreno hits the ropes and then comes off of them with a picture perfect low dropkick that catches Issac right on the knee, effectively cutting him down to size.

Bryan Harris: There’s bad blood brewing between these two men, Moreno has made the biggest mistake of his life in turning down the World Champion’s offer of allegiance, and now he’s gonna pay for his crimes with BLOOD!
Alan Ducard: I dunno Bry, from where I’m sitting; Moreno is going to town on Issac. It’s like Issac is caught in a whirlwind, so much speed and agility coming into play against him in the form of Justin Moreno.

With Entragian down on both knees, Moreno grabs him by the white hair and begins to throw right hands into his sinister face, peppering the World Champion with fist after fist, his hand moving so fast it’s almost a blur. Issac reels backwards, looking like he might fall, but then he winds up and fires off a huge right hand into J-Mo’s stomach. With Moreno doubled over, Issac rises and pulls Moreno down into a standing headscissors, lifting him into the air and holding him there as though he’s about to go for a powerbomb, but once up high Moreno drives the point of his elbow into Issac’s forehead, and then he flips backwards and flips Entragian’s girth down to the canvas with a headscissor takeover. Issac hits hard, rolling to his side, and Moreno moves right in, looking to continue the assault, but as Moreno goes to pick Issac up a pale hand locks around Justin’s throat.

Jimmy Yates: That was amazing offense on the part of Justin, keeping Issac guessing and effectively throwing the big man off his game, but now the tables may have turned with that goozle locked in.

Bryan Harris: Come on Issac! Take out the trash!

Moreno fights Issac’s grip, pounding forearms down against Entragian’s arm, but Issac is just too damn strong, he rises up to a fully vertical base and lifts Moreno up for a chokeslam, but at that exact moment Gryffin makes his presence known, spearing the HELL out of Issac, and as the monster falls J-Mo grabs hold of his neck on the way down and hits him with a brutal looking neckbreaker. Entragian lays flat on his back after the spear/neckbreaker combination, looking as though he is on DREAM STREET. Anselm slides out of the ring and J-Mo leaps on top of Issac’s chest, looking for a pinfall.

ONE!

TWO

THRE-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Bryan Harris: That was TOO close; I think my heart traveled up into my throat!

Alan Ducard: An amazing maneuver on the part of both Anselm & Moreno, working together to subdue Issac, and it was ALMOST enough to put that champ down for the count. Almost…

Moreno looks shocked by the fact that Entragian kicked out, and very slowly he scuttles backwards and rises to his feet, and then he makes a beeline for Issac to continue the attack, but the monster stirs…

In a truly cryptic fashion, Entragian slowly sits up, his upper body snapping forward as though it is attached to a spring. Entragian’s head turns toward Justin, and his face is a mask of wickedness, white hair dripping with sweat, eyes yearning to inflict suffering. J-Mo pauses, his eyes wide as he tries to decide what to do, but it’s too late, because Issac bounds up to his feet and practically beheads Justin with a huge clothesline. J-Mo goes down like he got hit by a bulldozer, and Issac is on him in seconds, pulling him to his feet with ease and locking his head up before lifting Moreno up high into a suplex predicament. Once up high, Issac pauses with J-Mo’s body suspended upside down, the blood rushing to his head, and then he DRILLS Moreno into the canvas with a jackhammer that shakes the very foundations of the ring.

Bryan Harris: White Death connects! Let’s see how fast that little jumping bean Moreno is now, I bet he wouldn’t mind a hit of nose candy after taking that ride, just like his whore wife!

Alan Ducard: You have NO shame, do you Bry? Have a little respect for god’s sake.

Bryan Harris: HAH! Screw that. I call ‘em like I see ‘em.

Issac snatches a handful of J-Mo’s hair and forces him to his feet, and then he takes J-Mo’s body and leans him up against the ropes. With Moreno incapacitated, Issac races towards the opposite side of the ring, hitting the ropes and bouncing off looking for some sort of high impact move, but just as he nears Moreno, Justin lashes out with a stiff leg lariat that catches Issac RIGHT on the side of the head. Entragian stumbles backwards, falling against the ropes and intertwining his arms just so that he doesn’t fall down. Moreno acts quickly, he jumps up onto the nearest turnbuckle and scales it in seconds, and there perching, Moreno takes a leap of faith looking for some kind of aerial maneuver, but Issac sees him coming and he LEAPS, flinging out one gigantic boot and ROCKETING Justin right out the sky with a bicycle kick before J-Mo’s feet can even touch ground. The impact is so severe that Justin FLIPS in midair and smashes down to the canvas on his stomach, spittle flying from his mouth as he smacks the mat and remains motionless. Entragian grins like a shark smelling blood, and he quickly covers Justin, grinding his forearm into his face.

ONE!

TWO!

Anselm storms the ring looking to break up the pinfall, but John Thomas meets him with fists flying, preventing Gryffin from interfering.

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, THE TEAM OF ISSAC ENTRAGIAN, LOCO MARTINEZ, and JOHN THOMASSSSSS!!!

Jimmy Yates: That bicycle kick came out of nowhere, and I’m fairly certain that it knocked Justin Moreno unconscious ladies and gentlemen. He had all that momentum going as he came off the buckles, but in the end our monstrous World Champion turned it against him.

Entragian remains on top of Justin for a moment, and he leans down, both of his hands planted on either side of J-Mo’s head. Issac’s head lowers until his sharpened teeth are mere inches away from Moreno’s ear, and once there he whispers “This is only the beginning” into Justin’s ear. Entragian then stands up, backing off while looking down at Justin’s carcass with a deadly grudge resting on his black heart. Loco & Thomas storm into the ring, JT smacks Issac’s chest triumphantly, and Loco raises his arm in victory while twiddling his fingers in a mock wave directed at Laura Seton.

Liz rushes into the ring, and while Issac raises both fists towards the heavens; she locks the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist. The crowd ROARS with a negative response, serenading the LEGACY bad boys with hundreds of boos.

Alan Ducard: Well I had hoped that the good and the just would triumph here tonight in Providence, but yet again darkness holds it’s sway. That man Issac is a malevolent force ladies and gentlemen, he is also our World Champion, and worst of all, he shows NO signs of stopping…

Bryan Harris: Quiet Al, I’m loving this moment. Three of LEGACY’s most talented individuals standing victorious in the middle of that ring, it’s like Christmas come early.

Jimmy Yates: The Age of Entragian lives on folks, and as much as it pains me to say it, these three heartless men are your victors Rhode Island. Their faces say it all…

The camera sweeps through the ring, where Entragian stands in the middle with Loco Martinez and John Thomas on either side of him. JT’s face is as smug as they come, and Martinez’s chesire can grin is the embodiment of arrogant narcissism. Issac’s face is cold and unsmiling, but his eyes are hot, full of intensity and a fury not yet satisfied.