Greasy, unwashed strands of hair pushed out of face with free hand, other with dufflebag.

Steel-toe boots turn corner, clack repeatedly down hall.

Blonde hair brushed aside, watching her man approach.

Surprise by presence, not by persistence.

Dufflebag drops.

frank GARVIN: You’re here.

Tight lips smile.

Tabitha: I found a ride.

Timid technician extends arm, slip of paper.

Locker room assignment.

Search continues, now a duo.

frank GARVIN: You won’t like what you’re going to see tonight.

Tabitha: What makes you so sure? My big Frank, sweating, shirtless…

frank GARVIN: There will also be suffering. Maybe bloodshed.

Tabitha: Yeah? I don’t care what happens to Chris Turner. He could cry, bleed, lose a finger…

frank GARVIN: I might bleed, and suffer, and…

Tabitha: And you’ll enjoy it. I know what turns you on. I know that this match, it’s not going to be as enjoyable as when you were going at it with Hazard… or when you’re with me. But I’m going to be here with you tonight.

Long night ahead. Save strength for real fight.

Too persistent. Let her stay.

Search ends.

Jimmy Yates: Unlike past Showcase matches, this one sees only three competitors in it. Former tag team champions compete in this contest - Diego de Cardenas, Gryffin Anselm and the recently returned DJ Cassidy. While each has had success in their respective careers as a single's wrestler, these three are probably best known in LEGACY as tag team wrestlers as each have held the tag team belts during LEGACY's existence.

Bryan Harris: My question is if the winner will be rewarded with a cookie or a medal? All three may be talented in their own way but it's like you said Yates, they're more known for tag teaming here. While Gryff's had his chance of late, including a World Title opportunity against our stupendous champion Issac Entragian just a month and a half ago at the Supercard, he hasn't been the same since splitting from James Win.

Jimmy Yates: We can't forget either that Diego is a former No Limits champion and that DJ Cassidy was a top contender for the Tao of Valor Title back in 2006.

Bryan Harris: Ugh. Could you have imagined how badly that would have smeared the credibility of that belt? The guy's a friend of Moxley!

Alan Ducard: Be that as it may, DJ can't be overlooked tonight. He had a hard-fought battle against Loco Martinez at STRIFE 56 and did very well in his tag match the next show. Going against a powerhouse in Gryff as well as the high-flying Diego, this shaped up to be an intriguing match with three different styles. Let's see what happened!

Jimmy Yates: It may be what Gryffin wants and I'm sure the crowd would enjoy it too, but I don't think this is such a good idea.

Bryan Harris: Of course it's not! Whether his family was involved in wrestling his whole life or not, I'm sure he still got beaten up by the strong kids on the playground.

Alan Ducard: As I'm sure you did. Sounds like personal experience talking.

DJ takes up the offer and the two step towards each other and slowly begin pawing at each other, each trying to gain an edge for when they lock up. After a couple seconds, indeed the two do lock hands. No surprise, Gryffin gains the edge, bending DJ backwards as Cassidy lets out a yell of pain. Gryffin continues holding his ground and just as he's about to send DJ down, DJ has a surge of adrenaline and begins to gain ground, even if just bit-by-bit. However this doesn't last long because from out of nowhere, Diego suddenly comes crashing into the two with a missle dropkick! Gryffin and DJ both hit the mat as Diego takes one last breath to fully recuperate himself before going to his next move. He springs off the far ropes and just as Gryffin gets to a knee, Diego runs in with a chopblock, sending the 300-pounder face-first back to the mat. At this time, Cassidy is able to raise himself off the mat. Diego looks to take advantage and heads out to the apron. As DJ makes his way over, Diego springboards off the top rope towards DJ, but Cassidy catches hold of him and launches him backwards over his head!

Jimmy Yates: Diego is a lot of fun to watch but sometimes those high-flying moves can cause more problems than they solve.

Bryan Harris: This is wrestling. Not gymnastics or any other artistic fancy crap. It's a move like that that proves he should be deported.

Jimmy Yates: He should be deported because he uses high-flying moves?

Bryan Harris: Yes.

Jimmy Yates: That's the most...

Alan Ducard: Oy! How about we call the match, eh?

Gryffin has made it to his feet and heads over to Cassidy and the two engage in a flurry of punches before Gryffin sends DJ into the ropes. On the return, Gryffin grabs ahold of DJ's head and lowers himself, hitting his knee-assisted jawbreaker. As DJ takes a couple steps back to realign himself, Gryffin takes a couple steps back as well before running towards DJ and hits him with a knee lift that sends DJ down.

Alan Ducard: You can't forget Gryffin's a former SWA World Champion. He isn't lost in the ring just because he has no tag partner.

Jimmy Yates: Having been so dominant in The Diabolik, that's something that's been lost on most fans. Gryffin is a terrific single's competitor—he's much more than half a tag team.

It was a struggle, but Diego is back up and faces down Gryffin. Gryff gives a smirk at the smaller opponent before giving a knee to the gut. He spins Diego around and latches his hands around Diego's waist and leans back, going for a release German suplex. However, Diego manages to land on his feet! It's a quick retaliation as Diego then quickly hops to the nearby top rope and vaults himself towards Gryffin, his knees trapping Gryff's neck and bringing him to the mat. Diego stays atop...

ONE!

But that's all as Gryffin muscles out. Diego quickly gets back up as has DJ. Diego takes a chance and heads over to Cassidy and attempts a few quick kicks to DJ's legs and while they do cause a slight crippling effect to DJ, they don't knock him down. Gryff sees the two and you can sense an idea brewing in his head. He quickly rushes to the two and hits a double spear! Both Diego and DJ land on the mat as Gryffin gets up and covers DJ.

A quick move forward now sees all three men once again on their feet—each eying up one another. It's Diego who makes the first move, rushing towards Gryffin, but Gryffin is ready as he hoists up the running Diego up over his head, gorilla press style.

Jimmy Yates: Oh God! This may well finish off Diego for the night!

Alan Ducard: Gryffin's trained John Thomas as well as a number of other people, so he knows more as to when to finish off someone and the perfect way to do so.

It's not as easy as it looks though. Diego begins worming around while being held high and manages to escape! He wriggles himself upon Gryff's shoulders, sitting face-to-face.

Alan Ducard: Diego trying to prove he's not finished!

Bryan Harris: Ewww...this is a position I'd NEVER pay to be in. A Mexican's crotch in...

Jimmy Yates: No! Bad Bryan!

Diego then hits his trademark half-hurricanrana, Gryffin landing on his head close to mid-ring. DJ quickly makes a move to cover...

ONE!

TWO!!

But Diego breaks it up with an elbow drop. Diego quickly gets back up just as DJ does. DJ corrals the smaller competitor and, maybe for payback for the pin break-up, locks in and hits a cradle piledriver! DJ tries to pin...

ONE!

TWO!!

Jimmy Yates: Not quite as Gryffin comes in just in time to drag DJ off Diego!

It's another stare down with Anselm and Cassidy. Anselm comes in and grabs hold of one DJ's hands and wastes no time in hitting a short-arm clothesline. To make sure DJ stays down, he gives a couple boots to him which see Cassidy roll near the far left corner in hopes of getting away. Gryffin takes advantage of the placement and heads to the lower rope in the corner, leaps and hits a double-axehandle smash. He covers but as the referee sets up to count, he notices DJ's right arm is just barely under the bottom rope.

Alan Ducard: DJ was lucky there. There's no way this match continues if Gryffin makes that cover.

Bryan Harris: That's exactly it. Luck. Just like his entire first tenure here. Just like making his comeback from his concussions. Well one day that's going to run out. Hopefully tonight.

Jimmy Yates: I really don't understand how you can wish injury upon our talent. If it weren't for them, you wouldn't have a paycheck.

Alan Ducard: It looks like this match is taking it's toll on these three, especially Diego as all three men are back up.

DJ gets ahold of Diego and irish whips him to the near left corner. Seeing an opportunity open again, Gryffin quickly heads over and drills Diego with a elbow shot in the corner. Anselm turns around and sees Cassidy approaching him. He goes for a clothesline on Cassidy, but DJ ducks it. Diego, holding his head, still getting over the cradle piledriver, moves in and throws a kick at DJ, but it's blocked! DJ grabs a leg and dragon screw legwhips Diego at Gryffin and the momentum of Diego sends both men down!

Jimmy Yates: What a move by DJ! Great ring awareness to know where both men were and to duck that overpowering clothesline.

Bryan Harris: Lady luck strikes again.

Diego is quick to his feet and looks to retaliate towards DJ. He comes after him with quick kicks to DJ's midsection, hips, knees and legs. Though weak-legged from this, DJ grabs Diego and raises him for a vertical suplex. Like earlier on Gryffin's gorilla press, Diego uses his skill and manages to wriggle out of this move too and swings around, hitting a stunning DDT! Knowing this could be his chance, he looks to try further incapacitating a now just getting to his knees Gryffin. Diego bounces off the ropes and heads towards Anselm. Gryffin moves out of the way and upon hitting the far ropes, Diego does a springboard reverse elbow that lands flush on Gryff's mouth, and he makes the cover...

ONE!

TWO!!

THR—!!

Jimmy Yates: Almost three! Gryffin had just enough to get a shoulder up.

Alan Ducard: Nearly too good to be true for Diego.

Looking rather discontent with the count, Diego gets up, as does Gryffin. DJ returns to his feet as well and once again the three look to feel each other out for an advantage. It's DJ who is first to move here, going towards Gryffin, but this is a mistake. Gryffin sees DJ moving in and is quick to act, lifting the Illinois native off his feet in a huge bear hug! The ref rushes over but DJ is unwilling to submit, as much pain as he's going through right now. Not wanting to risk losing, Diego makes a move, gets behind Gryffin and does a more traditional chopblock on him which causes him to relinquish the hold and fall forward.

Jimmy Yates: Heads up thought by Diego, but I don't think it worked as planned since Gryff is only to a knee and not on the mat.

Bryan Harris: Did it get him to let go of Cassidy?

Jimmy Yates: Well, yeah, but—

Bryan Harris: “Yeah, but...” Who cares? Diego extended the match. He knew what he was doing, for once.

Alan Ducard: I think it's about to backfire though. Gryff again trying his German suplex...

Jimmy Yates: Diego's fighting this though! He's already freed himself from a couple holds tonight, I wouldn't doubt it again.

Alas for Diego, DJ Cassidy has recovered just enough to stand back up and seeing Diego fight the move, he takes it upon himself to do something. That something being a devastating clothesline knocking Diego back and to the mat.

Alan Ducard: What a clothesline by DJ, eh!?

Jimmy Yates: Looks to me like he was worried that if Diego could slip out of that suplex, he may never go down tonight!

Bryan Harris: All the fight finally caught up with the little guy. Now he might be down for good. That's what you get.

Alan Ducard: You're saying he deserves to be incapacitated for showing heart?

Bryan Harris: When you're down, stay down!

Jimmy Yates: That's an awful lesson.

With both men breathing heavier now, Gryffin and DJ approach each other and lock up. After a struggle for advantage, DJ manages to get behind Gryffin and applies a cobra clutch! Gryff tries fighting the hold but it's locked in tight! DJ then wraps his right leg around Gryff's left and goes through with a Russian legsweep.

Jimmy Yates: Dream Cru—

Alan Ducard (a hand over his mic, barely audible while whispering): You can't say “Dream Crusher” in LEGACY!

Bryan Harris: Ah, no one from that stupid promotion up north is smart enough to be watching us anyways.

Jimmy Yates: This would be a perfect time for DJ to cover Gryff, but that impact with the canvas seems to have been a final straw for him.

Alan Ducard: And once again he's lucky Gryffin is worn down as much as he is. As great as DJ is, this has been a long night and there's only so much his body can take, especially after his years away from the ring.

Both men slowly make their way to their feet as Diego is still on the canvas, just now barely moving around. Gryffin strikes first with a punch to DJ's jaw and DJ retaliates with a knee to the gut. After another punch by Gryffin, DJ slips behind him and locks in a full nelson. Gryff once again struggles to break free from the submission hold and as he stops flailing his arms, DJ lets him go, spins him around, and nails a belly-to-belly suplex. Gryffin looks to have a second win as he gets up, but there's no time for though as DJ quickly strikes!

Jimmy Yates: SHINING ENZUIGIRI! Gryffin's eyes are filled with stars as he collapses! He is out cold!!

Bryan Harris: Uh, are you kidding me? That pest is back!

Yes, Diego is seemingly back from the dead. He tries for a side kick at DJ, but Cassidy sidesteps it and quickly rolls up Diego!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

The bell rings, officially ending the match.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner by pinfall.... D... J.... CASSIDYYYYY!!

Jimmy Yates: A big win for DJ! It looks like he's not nearly as rusty as some of us, as well as the fans, thought.

Alan Ducard: Indeed, Jimmy. A very hard-fought match and while Diego de Cardenas deserves credit for a well-done job himself, the credit goes to DJ Cassidy. Welcome back to LEGACY, my friend.

Bryan Harris: Oh goody. Well, I guess since Moxley isn't around, DJ won't be too bad to stand during this second tenure. Maybe. Hopefully.

Jimmy Yates: Well, you play Mr. Negativity there, Harris. It'll be interesting to see what Rob Belote has awaiting for DJ.

Madison: Oh really? You have to do that NOW?

Loco flinches instinctively, very similar to the last time he and Madison Seton were together.

Loco Martinez: Just killing some time. And what else am I gonna do? Watch the pre show?

Madison chuckles and extends a hand for a shake

Madison: So how ya been, man?

Loco Martinez: Been good. Not as good as you, Madam Career Points Leader at Oshkosh Lourdes. Congrats on that!

Madison: Aww..thanks. I appreicate that.

Loco Martinez: Got an inside scoop for me, where you're going *coughcough*Saint Joe's*cough*

Madison: Nope! And I'm not sure if I'm sorry on that. She has a sly smile But I did appreciate that tour you gave. Sure beat spending a weekend at home with "Goody 2 Shoes."

Loco Martinez: Hah! No problem. Any time you wanna hang out in Philly let me know. Where is "big sis" I'm surprised she's letting you "off her leash". Afraid you'll get yourself into trouble.

Madison: Considering all she does is camp out in the car the whole time at a show it isn't that hard to get away. Just the old standard school trick "I have to go to the bathroom" and then just wander around. It's different this time since she's in the arena watching the preshow but I guess she doesn't really care what I'm up to right now--so I figured I'd check up on ya while I could.

Loco Martinez: If she's watching the pre-show she isn't gonna be pleased. You're about to get a "potty escort" for Christmas.

Madison has a huge laugh at that. As the laugh stops, she turns her head and her eyebrows raise in surprise as she sees takes notice of something.

Madison: Uh-oh. Grouch alert. Aaaaand don't take anything I'm about to say to heart.

Loco Martinez: What?

Madison: Just trust me on this.

From around the corner we see Laura, wearing a red sweater and white pants with red low-cut heels on. Sure enough she's coming towards them. What at first is a look of satisfaction quickly sours when she sees Loco with Madison. She scowls as she gets to them.

Laura: Get away from her.

Loco chuckles, finally understanding Madison.

Loco Martinez: 'Scuse me? Get away... closes the lap top and throws hands out widely I'm SITTING, superstar. And I know your sister has the athletic ability to GET AWAY from a guy sitting here minding his own damn business. But since you decided to over react... SHOCK! I'm gonna have to get up.

Loco puts the lap top down and stands up.

Madison: My ass! to Laura I was walking by looking for a piece of cake on the catering table and Mr. Douchebag here starts taunting me and hitting on me! I was trying to get him to shut up and leave but he kept grabbing me back. Thankfully you showed up.

Laura: Hitting on a kid. That's sick and pretty low. Even for you. And tell me how I'm overreacting? That I'm trying to protect my sister from a scumbag like you?

Loco rolls his eyes, and starts laughing. Only further infuriating Laura.

Loco Martinez: Hitting on... listen to yourselves. Again, like I'm Marcus Marion, who needs to prey on jail bait. I like my women to know what to do with a dick when they come in contact with one. Which is why you would never... EVER... F<eeping>ing EVER catch me hitting on a Seton. Not now. Not ever. Now if your lil' sis wants to get to college, and take a few rides on some disco sticks AND then give me a call? Well...

Madison turns the other direction to give a very muted laugh at that. He leans in close to Laura.

Loco Martinez: Then that's something else entirely. And you won't be there to run in and play the hero. So... why don't you take your little cake eater, here and scurry off. Before I do something TRULY heinous.

She crosses her arms, and tilts her head slightly to the left—a look of “Not going to take any crap” on her face. Madison has her hidden laugh and turns back as well.

Madison: Hey f*ck you, man!

Laura: Lady Gaga. Cute...real cute. And what are you going to do? Talk some more? Nothing's worse than that.

Laura turns to her sister and looks upset as once again at a LEGACY show, Madison has decided to sass off to one of the wrestlers.

Laura: Stop it!

Loco winks at Madison.

Loco Martinez: Not tonight, honey. Maybe some other time.

Madison: Yeah, right. Like I'd ever want to sleep with your disease-ridden d*ck.

Laura: Madison!

Madison: How many hookers you been with the past 24 hours? Probably like 50 since I'm sure you have problems going longer than 8 seconds.

Laura: MADISON!!

She shoves Maddie behind her in hopes of being able to keep her out of the conversation, then turns back to Loco

Laura: If there was ever someone who needed to be ball-gagged, it's you.

Loco Martinez: One: Loco Martinez doesn't pay for poon. Two: you're really gonna use the phrase ball-gagged? Loco chuckles cockily God... just like me exposing you at Darkest Days? You make things way too easy.

Loco reaches down to pick up his laptop.

Laura: Think what you want. Just makes it more satisfying after I pound you into the ground and save the fans from future whining and moaning and whatever else it is you do that people do their best to ignore.

Loco just smirks, as he takes his laptop and walks in the direction of the sisters._

Loco Martinez: See ya, bitches.

Laura lowers her head and places a hand on her forehead, almost ashamed of having had to deal with Loco. Madison, however, outstretches her left hand as Loco goes by hoping for a 'low 5' to show they're still cool with each other. Loco understands the cue and quietly slaps her hand.

Jimmy Yates: Where the heck did Chivalric go?!

Alan Ducard: Those lights came back on, and he was gone!

Bryan Harris: Looks like Crazy Boy is going to go look for him.

Shaking his head, Crazy Boy drops to the mat and rolls to the outside and starts looking precariously around the ring, to no avail. He lifts the ring apron up and looks under the ring, but doesn't see anything either. The crowd starts to boo as Crazy Boy rolls back into the ring and darts his eyes all around to prepare himself for a surprise attack, but nothing comes.

Jimmy Yates: What kind of strategy is Chivalric trying to do here?

Crazy Boy turns to the referee and starts to talk to the referee, who also has a dumbfounded look on his face. After a few more moments, Tyrone rolls out of the ring and charges up the entryway, disappearing into the backstage. The referee walks over to Josephina Colbert and says something to her. Josephina grabs a microphone and prepares to make an announcement.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, if Crazy Boy can find Chivalric before the end of the night, the match will continue, otherwise your winner will be Crazy Boy.

There is a cameraman in the backstage with Crazy Boy running down the hallway, looking frantically for Chivalric.

Jimmy Yates: What a cowardly move. Crazy Boy had the match right in his hands, and Chivalric had to get out of there before the match was over.

Bryan Harris: It's brilliant! He is still getting in the head of Tyrone and he gets to fight another day. I guaran-damn-tee you that the next time these two face in the ring, the situation will not be the same.

Alan Ducard: Just remember though that if Tyrone DOES find Mason Bishop, the match will continue, and if it does --- I will hate to see what will happen to Chivalric

Landon Savage: Turner... We need to talk.

Chris looks up from his hands.

Chris Turner: Yeah?

Landon Savage: The front office is a little worried about your match. That video that was posted on you tube... Well, we're a bit worried you may have actually been serious.

Chris Turner: I WAS serious.

Landon Savage: Well, that's why I'm here. The front office wants to confiscate ALL of your weapons for the match... Please... Empty your pockets.

Chris Turner: What? Do I look like a cartoon? I don't keep weapons in all of my pockets, fat folds, and body holes.

Landon Savage: Empty them.

Turner sighs and pulls a chain out of his pocket. He also pulls out brass knuckles, tacs, matches, chloroform, a club, 3 knifes, some barbed wire, and a frog,

Chris Turner: It's a poisonous frog!

Landon stares frightened at the weapons.

Landon Savage: Anything else?

Chris Turner: In my locker!

Landon walks over to the locker and opens it. Bags of weapons fall onto him.

Landon Savage: My god man! Anything else?

Chris hands him a sheet of paper.

Chris Turner: This is everything I set underneath the ring.

Landon reads aloud.

Landon Savage: 3 tables, 2 steel chairs, barbed wire, bricks, c4... C4?!?!?!

Chris Turner: Just in case...

Landon rolls his eyes and keeps reading.

Landon Savage: Torch, pitchfork, gardening ho, shovel, Copier Toner, Chain saw, Peavey--- Whats a Peavey?

Chris Turner: It's a lumber tool.

Landon Savage: Why do you have all this stuff.

Chris Turner: To make sure he's dead. Why else?

Landon Savage: I'm getting rid of it. ALL of it!

Chris stares at Landon....

Chris Turner: That's fine with me... There's only one thing I need to kill him! My f*cking hands. And I'll do it. Just watch me. Hehehehe HAHAHAHAHAH!

Frightened by this breakout in laughter, Landon backs out of the locker room.

Chris pulls out a lighter.

Chris Turner: And this.

Alan Ducard: Since leaving LEGACY due to injury, John Iley rehabbed his neck and was able to return to LEGACY International – where he can be closer to his hometown doctors in England. That return saw him take the LEGACY International Championship from Jean-Gerard Baptiste.

Bryan Harris: Arguably the hottest group in LEGACY right now is the Agents of Destiny, and since joining, Osamu Hayashi was able to defeat his former mentor a couple months ago at a LEGACY International event. Because of that success, Hayashi’s challenge to John Iley for a shot at his title was granted – not only by Iley, but also by LEGACY International.

Jimmy Yates: I’m not Osamu’s biggest fan, but he has been highly competitive since joining the Agents of Destiny, and if he can win this match we’re about to see, that would be a huge feather in the cap for the AoD.

Alan Ducard: Mirage and Cronos Diamante are the tag team champions going into the Darkest Days pay per view, and I’m sure they’d like to add a third title belt to their possession. Let’s find out what happened.

One…

Two…

Hayashi gets his shoulder up just before the referee can reach the three count. Iley then goes up top for a Diving Headbutt attempt, but Hayashi manages to roll out of the way as he capitalizes on the opportunity with a Crossface Submission hold applied on the weak neck of John Iley. Eventually, Iley manages to fight and crawl his way to the bottom rope. Osamu then callously picks up Iley and picks him up for a Fisherman’s Buster as he hooks the leg for a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Iley manages to kick out at the last second. Hayashi then picks Iley off the mat as he’s holding his neck in a great deal of pain. Hayashi then goes for an Irish Whip into the corner, but Iley manages to spring himself off the second turnbuckle on the rebound and hit a springboard clothesline to Hayashi as both men go down as the referee goes for a ten count.

One…

Two…

Three…

Four…

Five…

Iley starts to stir as well as Hayashi.

Six…

Seven…

Hayashi is up on one knee as Iley has pulled himself to his feet.

Eight…

Hayashi finally gets back to his feet but instantly is met with a Super Kick by John Iley right to the jaw as Osamu Hayashi goes down like a ton of bricks. Iley then hooks the leg for a pin attempt.

One…

Two…

Thre…

Osamu Hayashi manages to kick out at the last possible second as John Iley says to the referee "You’ve gotta be bloody ribbin’ me, mate!". But just as Iley goes to pick Hayashi, he gets poked in the eye as Hayashi hits a vicious Backdrop Suplex right on the back of Iley’s neck, bridging into a pin position.

One…

Two…

Thre…

This time, it’s Iley managing to kick out of the pin. As Hayashi waits for Iley to get up, he goes for a jumping complete shot, only to get countered in mid-air into a knee facebuster. Hayashi goes down hard and now, it’s Iley taking full advantage as he wrenches his arms around Hayashi and flips him over for a Gutwrench Suplex into a pin.

One…

Two…

Not satisfied with that, he then whips Hayashi into the ropes and connects with a leg lariat. Iley then pumps his fist in the air, feeling the crowd getting behind him as he whips Hayashi into the corner and goes for a Stinger Splash, but Hayashi pulls the referee between them and the referee goes down. As Iley goes to check on the referee, it allows Hayashi to recuperate as the Japanese wrestler zones in on Iley’s injured neck and roundhouse kicks him in the back of the head, crumpling Iley in a heap. Hayashi then springboards off of the apron and hits a Springboard Guillotine Legdrop as he goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

THREE!!!!

New LEGACY International Champion - Osamu Hayashi

As the referee hands Osamu Hayashi the LEGACY International Heavyweight title, Osamu poses with the belt proudly as we see Iley on the ground, holding his neck in anguish. The footage ends there and it cuts back to the announce position at ringside.

Ethan Leers: You listen here, mutha f***a. I...I...

Leers lets out a loud burp.

Ethan Leers: Yeah, f***in' felt good. F**k yeah! Anyway, listen here, mutha f***a. You're a lucky f***in' guy. YOu know why s**t head? I'm about to film a f***ing sex tape, with me f***ing this b*tch here. So, f**k yeah!

Leers takes another big swig and tosses the bottle away. He fumbles for the door knob and throws the door open, stumbling in. As he gets away from the camera, it is seen that Leers is not wearing pants, and all his nether regions are fuzzed out by the camera. Josephina Colbert suddenly covers herself with a robe and moves away from the camera, screaming.

Josephina Colbert: What the hell!?

Leers falls into the mirror, actually cracking it.

Ethan Leers: Hey f**ksl*t! Why don't we open that f**king robe and let Submarine Leers dive f***ing dive!

Josephina panics and runs for the door, pushing the camera man out of the way and actually onto the ground. Leers stands over the camera man, his junk awkwardly positioned over the camera.

Ethan Leers: I have this f***ing effect on women.

Leers suddenly loses his balance and stumbles into a nearby chair. He quickly throws up and then falls out of the chair, passing out in a pile of his own vomit.

Jimmy Yates: And in Frank Garvin’s case, he seems to enjoy taking punishment, too.

Alan Ducard: This No Limits match was set up partially because of Laura Seton, the former girlfriend of Chris Turner whom Frank Garvin was recently obsessed over.

Bryan Harris: I don’t know if Garvin is still obsessed with Laura, but he does seem fixated on the fact that Chris Turner doesn’t deserve to have been with her… and it seems like that’s enough for the psycho to go after him.

Jimmy Yates: Frank might’ve found a new girlfriend, but Turner? Not so much… and having not won back Laura’s affections just might be eating at Chris’ last nerve, and to have Frank Garvin bring that up? That’s enough cause for Turner – equally as mentally disturbed as Frank – to target his anger at Garvin.

Alan Ducard: Given how these competitors have fared recently, it wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for the winner to get a shot at the No Limits Champion. Let’s see what transpires as the last night of the evening is upon us.

Alan Ducard: It seems Turner is wasting little time looking for an advantage under the ring, with everything stocked under the ring there is no shortage of excitement to be had in this No Limits match.

Bryan Harris: That’s the beauty of these No Limit matches, you do whatever it takes to win. If it means dropping your opponent through a pane of glass then that is just as legal as a rear naked chokehold.

Turner fishes a table out from under the ring which immediately draws a huge ovation from the crowd. Turner slides the table into the ring where Garvin is just now getting to one knee, Turner slides back into the ring and hammers Garvin with a double sledge that slops Garvin back to the canvas. Turner turns his attention back to the table he slid into the ring, after grabbing it he props it up against the nearest turnbuckle and stalks around Garvin. When Garvin finally gets up, Turner hauls him up onto his shoulder and points towards the table he set up in the corner. The crowd goes absolutely insane when Turner starts running full force at the table getting ready to powerslam Garvin through it…

But Garvin slips out of Turner’s hold and pushes Turner forward as hard as he can and Turner’s whole body slams hard into the table causing it to erupt in half with a loud CRACK. Turner’s body folds up on itself in a heap in the corner with all the debris from the table!

Jimmy Yates: Turner goes RIGHT through that table! Oh my…it looked like Turner just compacted on himself after he went straight on through that table! The crowd is going WILLLLD after that huge counter by Frank Garvin! You have got to believe that Turner is at a serious disadvantage right now.

Bryan Harris: You slop-eyed moron, he just went through a damn table. OF COURSE HE’S AT A DISADVANTAGE!

--------------Later in the Match----------------------

Garvin throttles Turner with a hard left hand that sends Turner hard to the mat, methodically Garvin stomps on the face of Turner causing him to convulse on the mat and hold his face in his hands. Garvin slowly walks around Turner a little more and drops an elbow into the ribs of Turner. As Turner is down it is now Garvin’s turn to exit the ring and search under the ring for something to use.

Alan Ducard: We saw Turner get the table earlier in the match, what could Garvin be looking for now?

Garvin is only under the ring for a moment before rolling back into the ring with…a roll of duct tape.

Bryan Harris: Duct tape? Really? What the hell is he going to do, duct tape the table back together? Hey, Garvin, don’t worry we have more under there…

Garvin does go to the corner that the table was broken in and grabs one of the metal legs that had been broken off of it earlier, it had a jagged edge to it from being broken. A sick smile crosses Garvin’s face as he quickly duct tapes the jagged piece of metal to his middle knuckle.

Jimmy Yates: Oh dear god…that’s…you can’t be serious right now.

Garvin now stalks behind the now just recovering Turner and quickly wraps his arm around Turner’s neck, forcibly choking him. Garvin brings his other arm around and places the jagged piece of metal duct tapped to his hand up to Turner’s head…and slowly drags it across Turner’s forehead. Turner tries to scream out in agony but since Garvin is choking him all that comes out is a muffled yelp.

Alan Ducard: This is too much…I know this is a No Limits match but Garvin is only a few inches away from giving Turner a lobotomy! You can see that cut starting to form on Turner’s forehead, this one is getting ugly folks.

Bryan Harris: He knew the rules when he signed on the dotted line, you can’t blame Garvin for using the tools at his disposal.

Jimmy Yates: But still…this is just sick!

Just as Turner’s forehead starts to bleed he clubs Garvin in the stomach with a hard elbow. Surprised by this, Garvin lets go of Turner. Turner quickly hits the ropes and DRIVES Garvin to the mat with a spear that sends a loud THUD through the arena at the impact of Garvin’s back being slammed against the canvas! Seemingly driven by adrenaline and the sight of his own blood, Turner can’t capitalize and make a cover as both men are down.

---------Later in the Match--------

Turner is down on the mat and bent over, hiding a chair in front of him. Garvin stalks towards Turner, he is brandishing the jagged piece of metal duct tapped to his knuckle as he approaches Turner. The crowd starts to stand up on their feet as they know Turner has a chair. Garvin holds his knuckle up to his face as if trying to taunt both Turner and the crowd. However, Turner immediately turns around and CRUSHES Garvin in the face with the steel chair! But, the chair also forces Garvin’s hand forward and causes him to not only be slammed with the chair but also open a nasty cut on his forehead!

Alan Ducard: Duct taping that piece of metal is coming back to haunt Garvin now and both men are busted wide open.

Jimmy Yates: They sure are and this crowd is LOVING it, this is what the No Limits division is all about!

Bryan Harris: Weren’t you just whining about how sick all of this way, you know…like a scared little baby?

Turner wipes some of the blood out of his eyes and grabs the chair he just used, Garvin is holding his face and Turner opens the chair just enough to slide Garvin’s head into it.

Bryan Harris: This just got a whole lot more serious, boys…

Turner forces Garvin to his feet and positions him as if getting ready to deliver his trademark reverse DDT with the chair around Garvin’s neck.

Jimmy Yates: Come on, Turner, don’t do this…regardless of what he may have done to you, doing a move like that with the chair around his neck could do more than just injure his career!

Bryan Harris: Stop whining! This is part of a No Limits match, stop crying like a little girl and watch that man do what needs to be done in order to win a damn match.

But, Garvin sensing the immediate danger, throws a desperation elbow that connects into the cut on Turner’s head that forces him to let go of Garvin. Garvin staggers forward trying to get the chair off of his neck, but Turner comes up from behind him and floats over him and sends Garvin crashing to the mat with a blockbuster! The chair SNAPS hard against the throat of Garvin who is convulsing like mad on the mat as the chair goes flying off his neck.

Jimmy Yates: OH GOD…that impact from the chair on his neck was SICK!

Turner finally manages to cover Garvin!

1…

2…

Thre…GARVIN KICKS OUT!

Alan Ducard: How close can you get?!

Jimmy Yates: I have no idea how Garvin managed to get out of that one…that sort of stuff ends careers at times and Garvin still somehow kicks out. That’s incredible. I’ll come right out and say it, ladies and gentlemen, that is some kind of determined regardless of how you feel about Frank Garvin.

The crowd can’t believe it either as everyone in the arena are on their feet. Turner looks up at the ref with a mask of crimson holding up three fingers, pleading that a mistake was made and that the three was counted. When the referee assures Turner it was a count of two he almost goes into a crazed trance like state. Turner mounts Garvin and starts to headbutt him with every ounce of strength he has left in his body. The crowd looks on in an almost shocked awe as the sound of skull meeting skull resonates through the arena and their blood begins to mix and fly around the ring as Turner continues to thrust his head into his opponent’s head as hard as he can. Turner has to finally stop when it looks like he has gotten rather woozy himself, but that doesn’t stop him from stomping one last boot into Garvin’s face.

Jimmy Yates: My lord, Turner going insane there with the headbutts…the sound they were making was just…I don’t even know what to call it. Horrific…I guess…

------Later in the Match--------

Turner and Garvin are obviously on their last legs as both men are down and a bloody mess. Each of them wobble to their feet in their respective corners and stand-off looking at each other across the ring. The crowd is in an absolute frenzy at this point. There is an ominous table set up to the left of the turnbuckle Turner is in but neither man seems concerned with it at this point. Garvin’s duct taped claw has been ripped off and his hands are covered in blood, much like Turner. Both men finally nod and rush at each other in the center of the ring where they start exchanging blows. Neither man can really muster the energy to try to block the blows so they’re just crushing each other at this point. Each blow sends spit and blood flying in the other direction.

Alan Ducard: This is just a stand-off at this point, the first man to not be able to throw a punch is going to lose this one!

Bryan Harris: A good old fashioned slugfest and I love every damn second of it.

Turner finally gets the better of Garvin who can’t seem to throw punches anymore, Turner lands haymaker after haymaker until Garvin is backed up against the table. Garvin is wobbly at this point and almost unaware of where he is as Turner continues to smash shot after shot. But, seemingly out of nowhere, Garvin kicks Turner in the gut to stop the onslaught…and Garvin hoists Turner!

Alan Ducard: Garvin has Turner up somehow! This pure adrenaline at work here, Turner was pounding the daylights out of Garvin!

Garvin JACKKNIFE POWERBOMBS Turner right through the table! The table literally explodes into splinters as Garvin falls backwards having used a great deal of his remaining energy! Turner is totally crushed from what Garvin calls Think Happy Thoughts!

Jimmy Yates: RIGHT THROUGH THE TABLE! Did you seeeeeee that! Turner has practically been broken in half and Garvin looks like he is ready to die of exhaustion!

Garvin manages to crawl his way over to Turner and wraps his hands around Turner’s throat and starts to slam Turner’s head against the canvas over and over again. Garvin starts screaming at Turner as he violently chokes him and slams his head against the canvas. There is absolutely no movement from Turner and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell as he desperately pries Garvin off of Turner.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have just been informed that the referee has decided Chris Turner is no longer able to compete, therefore, your winner by result of referee stoppage…Frank Garvin!

Garvin isn’t even able to celebrate as he just falls off of Turner in complete exhaustion as the Legacy medical team rushes to the ring to examine both of the bloody and exhausted warriors.

Bryan Harris: Hell of a match, boys, and a great way to end the evening - two guys getting beat to hell, and one of them being beat so bad that he can't continue.

Alan Ducard: A great night of action, to be sure, and these Boston fans have been given quite a prime start to this pay per view weekend.

Jimmy Yates: That they did, Al, and boy, did Frank Garvin make a statement here tonight. If he doesn't end up with a No Limits title shot in the near future, I'd be shocked.

Santa: HO! HO! H-!

A giant black bus comes and in the blink of an eye Santa is gone. The opening of Cage the Elephants "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked" erupts as we get a quick glimpse of a maniacal Issac Entragian at the wheel of the bus. His sharpened teeth glistening with sickening glee. The side of the bus is plastered with a huge Darkest Days logo, and the front plastered... with... well... Santa Claus.

The beautiful, serene Christmas scene degenerates into anarchy as the bus pulls to a skidding halt. The door of the bus opens and out through an ominous mist spilling from the bus, steps a collection of the worst of the worst of Legacy. Ledge and Davis. Followed by The Flying Avengers. Followed by Steven Rawlings. Followed by Chivalric. Followed by Loco Martinez and John Thomas Followed by Ethan Leers. Followed by Matthew Dawson. Followed by Mirage and Cronos. And finally Elizabeth Gaunt with the World Champion closely behind.

As these men go to spread their own twisted version of "Holiday Cheer", Issac goes to the front of the bus, and we see Santa's hat caught in a wind shield wiper. Issac cackles as he pulls it off the front of the bus and pulls the blood stained Santa's hat over his ivory dome as the lyrics kick in.

"I was walking down the street,
When out the corner of my eye"

A close of Elizabeth Gaunt as she makes her way into this Winter Wonderland. We notice she is wearing a black S&M inspired Santa's Little Helper outfit.

"I saw a pretty little thing approaching me.
She said "I've never seen a man Who looks so all alone,
Could you use a little company?"

She walks past snow man being built by a few kids. She touches the snow man and it immediately turns to water. One of the kids runs off in tears.

"If you pay the right price. Your evening will be nice,
And you can go and send me on my way."

We see Chivalric approaching a few Salvation Army workers standing outside a nicely decorate holiday Store front. As they ring their bells nervously, he approaches with a bottle of chloroform and a rag.

"I said "You're such a sweet young thing
Why you do this to yourself? ... She looked at me and this is what she said:"

We see Stephen Rawlings following a few nuns who are collecting for a charity, endlessly badgering them.

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees."

We see Loco Martinez and John Thomas walking through a Christmas Tree farm. Axes in hands.

"I got bills to pay,
I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free."

A quick montage of axe swings later and the trees are in pieces. Loco and John clink their axes together triumphantly.

"I know I can't slow down,
I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could."

We cut to Mirage and Cronos running to a snowy football game being played by kids. Cronos intercepts a pass. Stiff arms a couple kids into the snow on his way to the endzone.

"No there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Until we close our eyes for good".

The Carolers continue to sing, looking around wide eyed at the chaos unfolding around them. They try to compose themselves...

"Not even fifteen minutes later
I'm still walking down the street,"

Ledge and Adam Davis walk by each pushing a high powered snow blower covering the carolers in a blast of snow.

"When I saw a shadow of a man creep out of sight.
Then he walks up from behind"

Back to the Salvation Army workers, a hand darts from behind one. The hand holding a rag covers his mouth. The man slumps to the ground... Leaving Chivalric standing there.

"And puts a gun up to my head,
He made it clear he wasn't looking for a fight."

The other worker bolts. Chivalric looks at the bucket of money. He snatches is and walks off calmly.

"He said "Give me all you've got I want your money not your life,
But if you try to make a move I won't think twice."

We se a huge black throne set up. Next to it a huge black Santa sack is teeming with creepy crawling awffulness: spiders, snakes, maggots.

"I said "You can have my cash But first you know I got to ask
What made you want to live this kind of life?"

We see a line of children stretching a city block awaiting... we can assume, Santa Claus. We zoom into one little girl's hopeful face... which slowly drops as she sees Issac and Elizabeth walk by.

"He said "There ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees."

Issac takes seat on his throne and extends his arms out, inviting any child to step up and "sit on santa's lap". Cut back to the children in line. A unified scream from the group and the children flee!

"I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed,
There ain't nothing in this world for free."

We see a group of teens making nearly a dozen snowmen/women.

"I know I can't slow down,I can't hold back,
Though you know, I wish I could."

Suddenly headlights are lit of a giant snowplow.

"No there ain't no rest for the wicked.
Until we close our eyes for good".

The Snowplow comes through mowing down the snowmen with ease. We see Loco Martinez giggling behind the wheel. John Thomas sitting next to him enjoying each satisfying "thump" of destroying a snowman.

"Now a couple hours passed
And I was sitting at my house,"

We get a shot of a lovely living Nativity.

"The day was winding down and coming to an end. So I turned on the TV
And flipped it over to the news,
And what I saw I almost couldn't comprehend."

Ethan Leers approaches the Nativity, and reaches into the manger pulling out the baby doll that is laying inside, and proceeds to punt the thing. As the living nativity looks on in disgusted horror.

"I saw a preacher man in cuffs he'd taken money from the church,
He's got this bank account with righteous dollar bills."

We see the child in swaddling clothes flying through the air. Directly towards Mirage, who calls for a "fair catch", and safely catches the babe in swaddling clothes.

"But even still I can't say much
Because I know we're all the same,
Oh yes we've all got to satisfy those thrills."

Back to the Nativity. The Stable that housed the living nativity is now ablaze. The members are trying to put the fire out. Leers walks out with a contented look on his face.

"Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,
Money don't grow on trees."

We see Rawlings jimmy open the door of the house, with an empty sack, and then Grinch style and reappears with the Santa sack filled with gifts.

"We got bills to pay,
We got mouths to feed,"

VIP follow him in, and come out with a huge Turkey Dinner, on a nice silver tray.

"There ain't nothing in this world for free.
I know we can't slow down,"

We see the Darkest Days bus once again. The men who had paraded off it early in the video start getting back on the bus.

"We can't hold back,"

We do a sweeping shot over the Christmas village that has been utterly destroyed at the hands of LEGACY's villains.

"Though you know, we wish we could."

As the last of LEGACY's worst parade back onto the bus, We see Elizabeth Gaunt walk up the steps seductively sucking a candy cane.

"No there ain't no rest for the wicked,"

Finally Issac walks up the steps and takes his seat as the bus driver and cackles a maniacal "HO.... HO.... HO...."

"Until we close our eyes for good"

before we go to black with the Darkest Days logo on out screen and the music fading out.