Ethan Leers: Where's that f**king interview f**king f**k guy that...F**K!

Ethan falls down against the wall, taking another swig from the milk jug. It becomes clear his pants are unzipped. They are also wet, and he may have pissed himself.

Ethan Leers: The f**king No Limits Title should still f**king be my f**king title cuz, like...it...sh*t it...F**K!

Ethan takes another swig.

Ethan Leers: TITLE SHOT! F**KING TITLE SHOT!

Suddenly a hand reaches out and grabs Leers by the ear and starts pulling him down the hallway. As we zoom out, we realize that the owner of the hand pulling the former No Limits champion stumblingly along is LEGACY’s owner – Rob Belote. When Ethan Leers tries to pull away, Rob blocks a punch and sends a forearm to the jaw which rocks him back.

Reaching down and grabbing Ethan by the arm, Rob pulls him up the small, two-sectioned ramp, through the gorilla position, and out through the curtain. The live crowd erupts as they see the owner and Leers come out onto the entrance stage. Letting go of Ethan’s wrist, Rob heads down the ramp towards the ring. Climbing up onto the apron, Rob ducks into the ring under the top rope and walks across to the far corner, Belote reaches over the top rope and asks for the rope. After Josephina Colbert hands it to him, Rob covers the mic and says something to her that isn’t loud enough to be heard in the broadcast, but she gives an appreciative smile, which gets a nod in response.

Rob Belote: I have some things to say here to start this show, and Ethan Leers, it looks like you get to be first.

Turning his attention to the top of the ramp, Rob glares for a moment.

Rob Belote: What you did on Friday afternoon of Darkest Days weekend, what you’ve done here tonight… the way you’ve conducted yourself in LEGACY pretty much since day one…

After sighing, he continues.

Rob Belote: Ethan Leers, you’re fired. Security… escort him out.

Sitting on the entrance stage with a dumbfounded and intoxicated look on his face, Ethan Leers just stares towards the ring. A moment later, three guys in burgundy polo shirts show up and pull Leers back through the curtain. A portion of the crowd who aren’t completely shocked to silence by what just happened cheer as they see The Cult Leader for potentially the last time.

Rob Belote: Stephen Rawlings… you’re next, so get on out here…

Lowering the microphone, Rob starts pacing a bit, waiting and watching until the curtain parts, with Stephen walking through it, looking slightly concerned and mostly annoyed.

Rob Belote: Stephen Rawlings, one of the problems I have with the current state of LEGACY concerns you.

Our view switches to a camera which shows Rawlings' eyes narrow, and his head tilts just slightly to the side.

Rob Belote: You've been here in LEGACY since the beginning. Over three and a half years of accomplishments, and what have you become lately? Nothing but a two-faced cheater. All we hear out of you is how great a wrestler you are, how you should be the World Champion, how you can beat anybody you want... and how do you get it done? You cheat. That's not the kind of World Champion I want. I want a World Champion who gets the job done, not just someone who finds a way to do something illegal and not get caught. At Darkest Days, you cheated to beat Kenji Yamada - a guy you seem to think couldn't hold a candle to you in a regular match. Well you know what? I'm tired of seeing you dance around and avoid Kenji Yamada and find ways to just barely slip by him. That's not what a LEGACY World Champion should be all about. I'm giving you one last chance to prove yourself against Kenji Yamada, but it's going to be on MY terms, not yours!

Stephen's eyes widen.

Rob Belote: Tonight, you have a shot at the F/X Network Championship against Hazard - a guy who, to be quite honest, is more ready for a World Title shot against Issac Entragian than you are, because I don't think he'd waste that opportunity! Your match against Hazard? It's the first part of your test. Whether you pass or fail the overall test doesn't depend on whether or not you walk out of the match with the Network Title, though if you want to pass Hazard on the ladder to the World Title, you might want to think about getting a win... but unless it's a clean win, I won't be too impressed. The second part of your test? That comes at our next pay per view.

Pausing for a moment, Rob lets the reality start to sink in for Rawlings and the rest of the audience.

Rob Belote: At our next pay per view, as the second and final part of your test you will face Kenji Yamada once again.. this time in a No Limits match! If you win that match against Kenji, I'll definitely put you into a World Title match. The option is yours, Stephen. You don't have to fight Kenji Yamada in a No Limits contest at the pay per view, but if you don't, you shouldn't make any plans to come by my office to start begging for title shots or other opponents, because if you don't agree to the No Limits match with Kenji Yamada? You will sit out THE REMAINDER OF YOUR LEGACY CONTRACT!

The fans let out a huge ovation of cheers.

Rob Belote: No trips to Japan to compete, either. Just sitting down, shining your boots up so they’ll look nice on your shelf until 2011 when you can go out and look for a new job somewhere else that your whining hasn’t already worn out its welcome..

The look on Rawlings' facec is one of complete shock.

Rob Belote: Now, don't think of this as a punishment, Rawlings, because that's not it at all. You want a World Title shot? The current champion is Issac Entragian, and you can confirm with X-Calibur, Gryffin Anselm, Justin Moreno and Jester Smiles that when you're in the ring with Issac, things get pretty hardcore, so that's an obstacle you'd have to overcome on your trek to regain the World Title anyway... so think of this as my way of helping you prepare for that chance. And your decision on this matter? I'll need to know prior to your match with Hazard tonight, because if you don't accept the pay per view match, I'm going to have to start your suspension now, which would make the people at F/X Network quite unhappy if they've been promoting a Rawlings vs Hazard match all week and then we can't deliver... not a pretty scene at all. You make my life hell? I'll find a way to make your life even worse - with that suspension being just the beginning!

Rob looks down at at his watch and then back up at the stage.

Rob Belote: The clock is ticking, Stephen. Make the right decision... and make it backstage, because I have one more thing to say, and it doesn't involve you.

Alan Ducard: Cade Sydal utilizing every bit of speed and athleticism early on!

Jimmy Yates: He’s going to have to, he’s outweighed by more than a hundred pounds and facing a far more experienced competitor in Cronos Diamante!

Cronos snaps over to his back from the force of the pair of boots, and Cade is quick to scramble on top of him, grapevine an arm as he hooks a leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Cronos kicks out, and Cade maintains his grip on the captured wrist, guiding Cronos back to his feet Cade twists under the arm and whips Cronos to the near corner. Cronos reverses and Cade hit’s the turnbuckles with his back himself. Cronos rushes into Cade, looking to clothesline him, but Cade kicks his right foot up into the crook of Cronos’ elbow, blocking the attack and sending Cronos stumbling backward, shaking his arm in pain!

Alan Ducard: Cronos may be trying to get some blood flowing back to his arm, as a blow like that is likely to send a numbing sensation through the limb!

Bryan Harris: Definitely a unique way to avoid a collision in the corner, but how effective can it really be in the long-term?

Cade rushes out of the corner at Cronos and swings himself through a flying head scissors, but Cronos catches Cade by the waist and as Cade starts to snap his body down Cronos bends at the knees and then swings Cade back around and drops quickly to his knees, driving Cade down onto the top of his head with a sort of Tombstone variant to counter the head scissors! Cronos immediately hooks both legs and rolls his body weight down into Cade’s chest!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Cade rolls his right shoulder off the canvas, and Cronos stares wide-eyed up at the official!

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure how he did it, but Cade managed to get a shoulder off the canvas after that incredibly unique counter!

Bryan Harris: Unique isn’t the word I’d use. I’d use destructive! That should have broken Cade’s stupid neck!

As Cade kicks out and rolls to his side, Cronos quickly works his arms in under Cade’s, looking to lock him in a full nelson on the ground! Cade quickly fights to get his legs under himself, pushing up to bring the hold to a vertical base, Cade quickly runs his feet up the nearby ropes, backflipping over Cronos’ shoulders! Cade lands on his feet and cradles his neck with his left arm only briefly before rushing up behind Cronos and locking him in a waistlock! Cade rushes Cronos toward the corner and drives him chest first into the turnbuckles, and rolls back looking for an O’Connor roll, and bridges back through it!

ONE!

Cronos grabs Cade by the back of the trunks and pulls towards himself, pulling out from under Cade’;s bridge and together they roll to their feet with Cronos behind Cade now!

Jimmy Yates: Cade somehow fighting through with a clever roll-up, but it was almost instantly countered by Cronos!

Alan Ducard: I hate to admit it, but Cronos Diamante may just be more clever than Cade. He’s managing to stay on the same page as, or even a few ahead of, Cade Sydal! Cronos shoots his arms up, locking Cade in a full nelson again, Cronos snaps back instantly with a dragon suplex, and bridges!

ONE!

TWO!

Cade kicks his body to the side, and Cronos rolls with him, and sits on Cade’s back with the Ne-Han locked in! The fans begin to yell loudly for Cade to pull through, as Cronos grits his teeth and glares out at the sea of fans, mocking them with his gaze! Cade turns his head quickly and bites down on Cronos’ leg, right above his knee pad, and Cronos yells out in pain before releasing!

Bryan Harris: Oh come on! Cade bit him ref! That’s a disqualification!

Alan Ducard: That survival instinct may be kicking in for Cade, as he surely couldn’t last in that hold for long!

Cronos starts yelling at the ref to do something about the biting as Cade starts to push himself to his knees. Cronos turns around and grabs Cade by the mohawk, pulling him the rest of the way back to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Cronos swings a clothesline and Cade ducks under it, catching the arm Cade twists around Cronos’ body and locks under both arms for a backslide pin! Cade fights down to a knee, but Cronos twists around the left arm of Cade and catches him around the head before snapping down into a DDT, driving Cade’s face into the canvas at a far closer distance swiftly!

Bryan Harris: That could do it! Cade’s knocked out!

Cronos turns Cade over to his back and puts a hand on his face as he covers him!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Cade kicks out and immediately cradles his head with his left arm!

Jimmy Yates: Cade kicked out, and Cronos can’t believe it!

Cronos looks up at the referee before grabbing Cade by his head and pulling him, angrily, to his feet. Cronos whips Cade off the ropes hard this time and throws a big boot up to meet Cade, but Cade baseball slides under the leg and pushes to his feet and immediately runs the back the way he came as Cronos turns to try and spot him, momentarily losing track of where Cade is he turns back around as Cade rebounds off the ropes and snaps a huge Yakuza kick into his face that sends Cronos spilling through the ropes hard to the arena floor!

OHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Cade pushes to his feet slowly and looks around, cradling his neck with his left arm!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know if Cade’s even knows where he is right now! That kick had to come out of instinct!

Alan Ducard: One thing’s for sure, he doesn’t appear to know where Cronos is, and the referee is starting to count Diamante out!

The official gets to five before Cade spots Cronos starting to push to a knee on the outside, and Cade rolls out of the ring to get him. Cade slowly steps up behind Cronos and kicks him hard across the back while he’s still on a knee! Cade backs off, cradling his head, as Cronos arches his body in pain, before Cade kicks his other leg into Cronos’ chest sharply! Cronos starts to push up as Cade quickly jumps up onto the ring apron, Cade springboards up to the top rope and springs off, moonsaulting with a corkscrew of his body he catches Cronos body-to-body and rides Cronos to the arena floor!

THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap clap clapclapclap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap clap clapclapclap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *clap clap clapclapclap*

The official starts to count again, as Cade pushes back to his feet with his arms out wide he stares up at the ceiling and lets out a primal roar! The referee gets to four before Cade grabs Cronos and starts pulling him to his feet, and Cronos slaps Cade’s hands away!

Alan Ducard: Cade may have taken too long to get his mindset right again, as it appears Cronos has at least regrouped enough to know that he doesn’t want any part of Cade touching him right now!

Bryan Harris: Cronos Diamante is a ring general! A master of this sport, he knows exactly what he’s doing and he knows he has to let the young pup, decorated and accomplished as he may be, wear himself out!

Cronos lunges upward, driving his knee into Cade’s abdomen he then gribs Cade in a bear hug and rushes him into the edge of the ring as the referee’s count reaches eight! Cronos nods to the ref and releases Cade before rolling into the ring and back out again, resulting in the official telling Cronos to get back in the ring. Cronos bends and pulls Cade up and scoops him up before running Cade’s lower back into the ringpost horizontally! Cronos releases Cade’s head and shoulder on the apron before pushing his body the rest of the way in and moving around to the other side of the ringpost! Cronos grabs Cade by his knee and under his chin and pulls back in a sort of bow and arrow type hold!

Jimmy Yates: Cronos is risking disqualification if he holds onto this!

Bryan Harris: But he won’t get himself disqualified! He knows exactly what he’s doing, like I said. He’s wearing Cade’s body down with precision and ruthlessness!

Cronos releases the hold after several moments of pulling Cade back at an awkward angle. Cronos rolls under the bottom rope and drags Cade away from the corner and drops into a lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Cade kicks both shoulders off the canvas in a rolling motion and Cronos pushes to his feet angrily, he gets in the referee’s face and starts yelling, pushing up against him and backing him into a corner in a rage!

Jimmy Yates: Nevermind that, Cronos could risk disqualification by getting physical with the referee!

Alan Ducard: If he wishes to win this match he needs to keep his cool, and he definitely doesn’t need to take his eyes off of Sydal!

Cronos turns away from the ref and starts walking back to Cade, who is still on his back. Cronos bends to pick Cade up and Cade snaps his foot up into the top of Cronos’ head, and Cronos snaps back with a slight wobble of his knees! Cade nips up to his feet, but Cronos grabs him by the mohawk with both hands and throws him back down toward the canvas! But Cade backflips through and snaps off a Pele Kick into the side of Cronos’ head, and Cronos stumbles sidelong and through the ropes, hitting his head on the edge of the ring before collapsing to the arena floor again!

Bryan Harris: That’s the second time Cade has kicked Cronos so hard in the head that he’s gone through the ropes to the outside!

Alan Ducard: At this point I’d suggest that Cade just stayed in the ring and allowed Cronos to potentially get counted out here but something tells me that the young man is too prideful to allow that to happen!

The referee leans over the ropes and starts counting at Cronos, who begins to stir as he hears the count being made. Cade pushes to his feet too and looks at the referee, and then spots Cronos getting to his feet just a few feet to the side of the referee, and Cade sprints for the ropes! Cade dives through the ropes with a suicide dive at the official’s count of six, his body speeding past the official’s left hip in the process! Cronos quickly runs forward at the sight of Cade, and Cade careens into the security railing, face first, and the edge smacks right into Cade’s left eyebrow!

Bryan Harris: Cronos wisely avoids that high risk attack, and I think…he is! Haha, and Cade is busted open from the contact with the security railing!

Jimmy Yates: Cade Sydal took a chance, and now it looks like its paid off for Cronos instead!

Cade turns to his side, resting his back against the railing, and blood rolls from above his left eye rapidly covering that side of his face with crimson and more continues to pool out of the gash! Cronos quickly grabs Cade by the mohawk and pulls him to his feet then grabs the back of his trunks and runs with him, shoving him face first into the ringpost, smacking Cade’s cut against the steel once more before grabbing him and throwing him under the bottom rope fiercely, Cronos follows Cade in and turns him over onto his back with a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Cade kicks out!

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure how, but Cade Sydal kicked out after receiving two vicious blows to just above his left eye!

Jimmy Yates: The blood is going to become a factor, both in Cade’s stamina and in his vision. The more blood he loses, and the less energy he’s going to have, but with the location of that cut a lot of it has GOT to be getting in his eye, blurring his vision. This is not going to be easy for the former Tao of Valor Champion!

Cronos turns and slaps the canvas repeatedly, obviously frustrated by Cade’s kicking out, he pushes to his feet and starts to shout at the referee once more. Cade rolls over to his side and starts pushing to a knee, before Cronos turns back to him and rushes into him with a boot being driven into the side of Cade’s face, sending Cade smacking back down on his back against the canvas, and sending thick sections of blood out to splatter against the canvas as well! Conos drops to his knees and pushes both hands against Cade’s throat, choking him with as much weight as he can and the referee immediately starts counting at him, forcing Cronos to release the choke at a four!

Alan Ducard: Cronos may have to kill Cade to win!

Bryan Harris: I don’t think Cronos has any problem doing that, Al!

Cronos plants his hands back around Cade’s throat and uses them to lift Cade to his feet before shoving him back into the ropes! Cade rebounds off the ropes and Cronos bends at the knees to catch Cade on the rebound, pulls Cade up into the air, and turns to snap Cade down with a high-angled spine buster in the middle of the ring! Cronos floats quickly into a lateral press!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Cade kicks out hard and the fans cheer on his resilience! Cronos, however, is furious as he swings into a mounted position and starts driving his knuckles into Cade’s laceration with rapid-fire punches while shouting at him to just stay down, the cut grows deeper and longer with each quick jab into it!

Jimmy Yates: Cronos has to be getting frustrated, and that could provide Cade with an opening!

Bryan Harris: If Cade’s even aware of his surroundings, Jimmy. The truth of it is, frustrating Cronos is just going to piss him off and no one wants to deal with a pissed off Cronos Diamante!

Cronos swings himself out of the mount with a cover again, hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

Cade kicks out again! Cronos pushes to his feet and looks down at Cade, and Cade actually turns over and starts pushing to a knee. Cronos grabs Cade by his wrist and pulls him up to his feet and immediately whips him hard into a corner, following quickly with a running shoulder to Cade’s abdomen! Cade coughs as he slumps down to a knee and clutches his knee, while the blood flows freely down his face and in a thick stream to the canvas under his hanging head! Cronos steps into Cade and slaps him hard across the face, and some blood splashes out onto the ringside camera, and the camera angle changes immediately to the hard-cam vantage point!

Jimmy Yates: Come on now, that’s just uncalled for!

Alan Ducard: To be fair, James, it isn’t illegal. I think sending more blood flowing to the cut face isn’t necessarily in good form, but its perfectly legal.

Cronos pulls Cade to his feet and whips him to the opposite corner, before the referee steps in front of him and instructs Cronos to let him check on Cade to see if he can continue. Cronos pushes the referee to the side, out of his way, and rushes at Cade for the same shoulder block, but Cade moves to the side and pushes both hands across Cronos’ back! Cronos’ body goes through the middle and top rope until his momentum is suddenly halted by his forehead meeting the steel ringpost!

OHHHHHHHHH!

Cronos stumbles backward out of the corner as a cut appears between his eyes, high on his forehead, as Cade pushes off his knees and stands. Cade looks over at Cronos and then takes his own index finger and wipes it over his own face, before drawing a sort of twisted smiley face on his own abdomen and cracking a grin at Cronos as Cronos turns around on a knee, and Cade kicks Cronos hard across the face!

Bryan Harris: That is disgusting!

Alan Ducard: Be that as it may, it appears that with both men cut open the playing field is even again, and that kick may have just put Cade firmly in the driver’s seat once more!

Cronos pulls Cronos to his feet and then snaps a spinning back thrust kick into Cronos’ gut, doubling him over, Cade runs to the ropes to Cronos’ left and rebounds off with a dead sprint and lunges into Cronos with the point of his elbow right in the face, sending some of Cronos’ blood out in splatters of its own and Cronos down to the canvas as Cade lifts his elbow up in the air with a twisted and bloody grin! Cade drops on top of Cronos and hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Cronos manages to get his shoulder up, and Cade immediately pulls Cronos to his feet and sends hard forearm strikes into Cronos’ face, sending him back to the ropes. Cade grabs Cronos by the wrist and tries to whip him, but Cronos grabs the top rope with his free arm tightly. Cade releases the arm and swings for a punch, but Cronos quickly jabs his palm into Cade’s throat, sending Cade staggering back and coughing for air!

Bryan Harris: There ya go, Cronos! Get yourself some time to regain your composure!

Jimmy Yates: You mean cheat some more to try and take an advantage, right, Bryan?

Cronos wipes some blood from his face, only for more blood to flow from the cut right behind it. Cade turns and runs at Cronos suddenly and Cronos ducks his shoulder down, launching Cade over the top rope! But Cade lands with his feet on the apron as Cronos turns around, Cade springs off the top rope and fires off a spinning wheel kick right across Cronos’ face and both men crash to the canvas! Cade rolls over off his back and grabs one of Cronos’ leg, pulling it up tight for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

Cronos kicks out again and Cade looks up at the official, blood running down his face as well as Cronos’, it looks as if Cade is asking what more has to be done and the referee replies by asking him if he can continue, to which Cade responds with a slow nod of his head.

Alan Ducard: Both men, Cade Sydal especially, have got to be running on the proverbial empty with their blood flowing out of their body so readily!

Jimmy Yates: The referee might have to call this match if neither of those two can get the other down long enough to win, just to keep one of them from dying!

Cade slowly pushes to his feet and grabs Cronos by the head, pulling him up with him. Cronos locks his fingers behind Cade’s head and drops to both knees with a jawbreaker that sends Cade stumbling back into the ropes, and Cade rebounds off the ropes just as Cronos pushes off his knees and turns his body to drive a hard back elbow into the cut above Cade’s left eye, and both men hit the canvas hard from the impact! Cronos slowly turns over and hooks both of Cade’s legs!

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

Cade kicks both shoulders off the canvas and Cronos slowly pushes to his feet.

Alan Ducard: Both men are slow to get to their feet after their own respective high-impact strikes, and it appears as if you may be right Jimmy. If we’re going to get a clear cut winner, it needs to be soon!

Bryan Harris: You two sound like you’re worried about one of them dying! Neither of them will die, and if one of them does that would be great TV!

Jimmy Yates: …you gotta be kidding me.

Bryan Harris: C’mon Jimmy, wouldn’t you think the Personality of the Year twice in a row would know good TV when he sees it?

Cade slowly pushes to his own feet, and Cronos meets him with a hard chop across the face! Cade’s head snaps to the side and reacts with a chop of his own into Cronos’ cheek! Cronos fires off a rapid chop that goes right over Cade’s left eye, and Cade spits down at the canvas in anger before turning and chopping Cronos right across the mouth!

Jimmy Yates: Whoa! Things are getting even more heated in there, if that was even possible!

Cronos grabs Cade by the head and starts driving quick forearms into the side of his face, before releasing Cade and running for the ropes! But Cade sprints right behind him to his right, and as Cronos turns to hit the ropes Cade is momentarily out of his view and as Cronos rebounds to the middle of the ring he looks around for Cade and turns just as Cade dives into a low dropkick into his knee!

Alan Ducard: Cade going back to utilizing his quickness, and its paid off for the moment!

Cade pushes to his feet and turns to the ropes and runs for them. Cade rebounds and Cronos lunges off his knee once more, this time cracking his forehead into Cade’s own forehead, and both crash to the canvas and cradle their heads! The referee checks on both men, asking them if they can contnue, but it doesn’t appear that either of them respond and the referee turns and signals for the bell!

Bryan Harris: What?!

Alan Ducard: That’s probably the best call he could have made. Neither of them answered his inquiries, and he had no choice but to call it for their safety!

The fans begin to mutter in confusion as Josephina Colbert approaches the ring and listens to the referee. Meanwhile, both Cade and Cronos start pushing to their feet, their knees wobbling a little as they do.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, due to neither man being able to respond to the referee’s verbal instructions, he has ruled the match a draw!

The fans begin to boo a little, and then Cronos drives a punch into Cade’s face!

Jimmy Yates: it looks like Cronos didn’t hear that ruling!

Cade’s head snaps back and he drops to a knee before lunging up and starting to swing, but the referee grabs his arm with both of his own arms! Cade turns to the referee, and the official tells him the match is over. Cade looks at him, shock evident on his bloody face, and Cronos takes the momentary advantage and rushes at Cade, thrusting his knee up into the side of Cade’s ribs, sending Cade spilling out of the ring through the ropes! The referee gets in Cronos’ face, and Cronos turns and punches him right in the face, knocking him to the canvas!

Alan Ducard: Oh come on! It might have been a questionable call, but Cronos didn’t have to hit him!

The fans actually cheer as Cronos knocks the referee down, and Cade starts pushing to his feet. Cade sees the downed referee and slides into the ring, rushing right for Cronos, who backs away and rolls trough the ropes to the floor near the ramp, avoiding further conflict and immediately the fans begin to boo Cronos as Cade backs up toward the referee and starts checking on him.

Bryan Harris: The ref got what he deserved!

Jimmy Yates: He did the right thing. One of those two could have been in serious trouble from blood loss here any moment!

Alan Ducard: Right or wrong call, that’s no way to treat an official. Neither Cronos or Cade got what they wanted, unless what they wanted was to make each other bleed…in that case they got that by the bucket loads!

Stephen grabs the mic and shoves it into Avery's mouth. He then puts his hand on Avery's shoulder and shoves him, sending him into the wall.

Intern Avery: Stephen Rawlings is in his locker room. It's on everyones mind what Stephen is going to do, and I am determined to be the one who gets the answer.

He opens the door.

Intern Avery: Stephen-

A chair flies at Avery, and he moves out of the way.

Intern Avery: Maybe later.

He runs off.

Smith Cartwright: As Rob Belote mentioned earlier tonight, we have a special announcement for you. It involves the special relationship shared between LEGACY and the F/X Network. For that announcement, I'd like to welcome a representative of F/X, the woman standing beside me - Kim Walters.

There's a modest amount of applause as Smith hands the microphone over to his female counterpart from the network.

Kim Walters: Good evening everyone - from those of you here in Atlantic City tonight to witness STRIFE live, and just as importantly - those of you at home watching on F/X. We're hoping you're enjoying the show so far. I know that LEGACY and F/X do as much as possible to provide you with an enjoyable show. I actually have a couple things to announce here tonight, and they all involve the F/X Network Championship - which we feel continues to be one of the more sought after belts in this business.

Alan Ducard: I'm uncertain how something of that nature would be quantified, though I don't disagree with the premise.

Bryan Harris: During the next commercial break, you're going to have to translate what you just said so Jimbo understands it.

Kim Walters: Although we at F/X have been pleased with the matches and prestige associated with the Network Championship thus far, we spoke with the LEGACY front office about a few ways we believe that we can take that championship to the next level. During our talks, we came up with a great idea, and so in two weeks, on STRIFE 60, the F/X Network Championship will be defended in a six-man "Ratings Grabber" Ladder Match!

The announcement gets an immediate response from the live crowd, which Kim acknowledges with a smile before she continues.

Kim Walters: I don't know who would be the contestants in that match, however, I know that the LEGACY front office has vowed to put some significantly high profile competitors into the ring to vie for the belt!

The crowd gives another small ovation as the announcement continues.

Kim Walters: And then after STRIFE 60 comes the next LEGACY pay per view event - LEGACY's fifteenth pay per view... and the pre-show of that event will be broadcast on F/X Network, with the main event being a title match for the Network Championship!

Bryan Harris: Oh good, now people won't have to watch the pre-show on the internet, and they can go back to surfing for porn.

Kim Walters: Not only do we feel as though the Network Championship can be taken to the next level with those matches, but we believe that the STRIFE ratings could be significantly increased by adding another member to the roster. The F/X Network has worked out an exclusive contract deal with one of the most recognizable international superstars in pro-wrestling, a decision we made by looking at ratings trends and doing some customer surveys. This deal is to work prominently for a program on the F/X Network line-up; LEGACY. By these means, this superstar will answer to us - the Network - for his contractual needs and concerns, avoiding any potential "hang ups" which might occur as they have in the past.

Jimmy Yates: What is she talking about? And more importantly... who?!

Kim Walters: The F/X Network realizes the financial opportunities in hiring a man that all of America wants to see destroyed in a match. Despite my personal feelings towards this superstar's politics and ideals, this signing makes perfect sense. When the F/X Network was searching for an international face overseas to represent the company and their wrestling demographic, she realized the broadcasting company couldn’t ignore a competitor with such potential for star power and international fame. He’s the perfect "character" to represent the F/X Network as a company. Without any further "adieu", here he is... Jean-Gerard BAPTISTE!!!

"Le Savior Est Une Arme" by French recording hip hop group Assassin pulsates over the airwaves and the attending audience immediately despises what they are hearing. As the seconds pass by, the sinister yet captivating beat grows more consistent and the International Icon himself, Monsieur Baptiste, steps out from behind the LEGACY curtains with a great big smile plastered over his face. It’s a smug facade, eliciting hatred from the masses as he raises his arms in the air and curtsy’s with respect; a greeting met with futile ignorance from the disrespectful American audience.

Jimmy Yates: Not..... THIS... guy.....

Bryan Harris: Wow... I did NOT expect this. I thought this guy went back to France?!

Alan Ducard: Listen to this crowd. I’ve forgotten how easily this man gets under their skin..

Bryan Harris: At a lean and fit six-foot-four inches, this man’s a stud. A very talented stud. BUT, I gotta be honest... I am NOT a fan.

Jimmy Yates: What? A guy everyone else hates that you don’t like? I’m in shock. It’s a little cold in here? Did hell freeze over? Did CBP win a match? Has Issac gotten himself a tan?

Bryan Harris: Yeah, yeah. Seriously, though. Jean-Gerard Baptiste is disrespectful to EVERY American in this country and he takes what WE provide for him while he’s visiting completely for granted. I may be a lot of negative things in the eyes of the idiot LEGACY fans, but one thing they absolutely cannot deny is my patriotism!

Alan Ducard: Well I’m bloody well amazed, to be honest. That’s the most sensible thing I’ve ever heard you say.

Bryan Harris: I have my moments.

Monsieur Baptiste saunters down the aisle wearing a blue, white, and red cape with the fleur-de-lis symbol in the middle. It looks somewhat ridiculous considering underneath he is not adorned in his wearing wrestling gear, rather, an expensive looking custom designer suit made for him from his time wrestling in Naples. Looking absolutely proud of his heritage, Monsieur Baptiste looks out at the sea of dishonourable Americans all venting their distaste upon him. Reaching the steel steps, Monsieur Baptiste waves off the out-of-shape New Jersey-ites standing in the front row flipping him off without appropriate consideration for the younger viewers watching.

Wiping the bottoms of his priceless leather designer shoes on a welcome back designed like an American flag that production team had placed before the steps specifically for him, Monsieur Baptiste puts extra emphasis in wiping his dirty feet all over the nation’s stars and stripes. This enkindles an even hotter response from the crowd, and to pour salt into the wound, Monsieur Baptiste spits down across it. Ready to absolutely riot, the Atlantic City crowd watches helplessly as Monsieur Baptiste makes his way back inside a LEGACY ring.

Jimmy Yates: This is disgusting. I can’t believe this clown is back in LEGACY. God help us all.

Bryan Harris: Whoever put that "American Flag" welcome mat down for this guy should be shot for treason. There’s no call for that.

Alan Ducard: Easy, lad.

Bryan Harris: No... that’s EASY for YOU to say, Al. You’re not even American!!

Jimmy Yates: He has a point, Alan.

As the music fades away, the crowd begins chanting, "You’re-An-Ass-Hole!", followed by the claps often heard when somebody less than favorable makes his presence known. Monsieur Baptiste rips the microphone out of Kim Walters’ hands, almost knocking her back from the force in which he withdraws.

Monsieur Baptiste: Excusez-moooooooooooooiiii, ladies and gentlemeeeeeeeeennn!!! But the International Icon has returned!!!! Payez vos respects!

The audience lays into Monsieur Baptiste even harder. He giggles, obviously delighted by his reception.

Monsieur Baptiste: Hahahaha... merci!! Merci, merci, merci!!!! Hahahaha... the feeling is, how you say... mutual? But please, Monsieur Baptiste begs of you New Yorkers out there...

The New Jersey crowd boos MERCILESSLY at being labeled New Yorkers. It’s a sort of pride and territorial thing.

Monsieur Baptiste: ...wear your swine flu masks!! Please!! Monsieur Baptiste does not wish to catch something of that nature from a bunch of disease ridden souls like all of you!! This country should be, how you say... quarantined? Quarantined and exterminated like the mindless zombies you are!! Hahahahahahahaha!!!!

Some of the audience even throws garbage his way. A nearly full cup of soda splashes across Kim Walters’ feet. Sensing that Kim Walters is worried, Smith Cartwright keeps her a little closer, willing to shield any debris that may be heading her way for signing such a vile human being of this magnitude.

Bryan Harris: Well that’s a nice how do you do, wouldn’t you say? What a pompous jerk..

Monsieur Baptiste: You disgusting, fat, ignorant débiles truly don’t understand, do you? You see this?

Monsieur Baptiste reaches down and picks up the spilled cup of soda that flew in their direction.

Monsieur Baptiste: This is the reason Monsieur Baptiste is back in LEG-OH-ZEE! You infectious rodents scurrying about need someone like moi to carry this company to the top of the ratings chart!! Hahahahaha... without Monsieur Baptiste, the greatest wrestler in the world today, you are a fleeting project! A would-be global phenomenon without an ACTUAL global commodity to take you to new and fabled heights!

Jimmy Yates: Well his English has certainly improved since last we’ve seen him... unfortunately.

Monsieur Baptiste: Make no mistake of it, you filthy American pigs! Monsieur Baptiste does not care in the slightest about any of you... and yet, he understands fully that you LOVE him!! This is why, under my leadership and sovereignty, LEG-OH-ZEE will finally be the successful world renowned organization it has strived to be for so long!!

Monsieur Baptiste hands Smith Cartwright the microphone, raising his hands in the air. As the deafening booing continue, Monsieur Baptiste raises it an extra decibel by curtsying once more. Shaking his head in disgust at what he’s seeing, Smith Cartwright does his best to maintain propriety. The consummate professional.

Smith Cartwright: The announcement that I need to make, and forgive me if you don't agree with what I'm about to say... as per the contracts between F/X and LEGACY, LEGACY is obligated to give Baptiste a shot at the #1 contendership to the LEGACY World Title... no matter how much I feels it is unwarranted, Baptiste is a former LEGACY International champion...

Audience HATES it. Their hatred has never been more apparent than it is right now. Just before Cartwright continues, Monsieur Baptiste rips the microphone out of Smith’s hand just like he previously did to Kim Walters.

Monsieur Baptiste: Monsieur Baptiste hears you... and he is not surprised!! This country elects its first ever black president in the history of the nation and promotes change and progress. You chant "Yes-We-Can!" and wear your colourful t-shirts... but when change and progress actually occur? You pathetic... how you say... inbred idiots, cower in your seats and cry madness like the hypocrites you are!! You are FOOLS!! ALL OF YOU!!!! Lucky for you fools, Monsieur Baptiste is not foolish... he is READY!! He is STRONG!! He is WILLING!!! And he WILL, starting with my first win back in LEGACY, stand up to the hypocrisy of a dying nation and lead you peasants to the sandy beaches of Shangri-la!!

Jimmy Yates: Did he... no he didn’t...

Bryan Harris: I think he did. Monsieur Baptiste just compared himself to President Obama. Wow... delusional doesn’t ass-face justice.

Alan Ducard: LANGUAGE!!

Bryan Harris: Kiss it, Al!! This idiot is mocking my country!! I’m pissed off!!

Monsieur Baptiste: And with that, I bid you all... ad-

Smith cuts him off just before he can finish his sentence. This gains a good amount of applause.

Smith Cartwright: Msr. Baptiste, I don't mean to interrupt... although... I guess I actually do mean to interrupt... (more applause, Smith nods.)... pardon me for a moment, but I don't believe you should necessarily bank on a victory just yet... because at LEGACY XV, you will be facing the 2009 Hawkins Memorial Tournament winner... Jester Smiles!

The audience EXPLODES. Monsieur Baptiste looks stunned. Frozen in place like someone just shot him in the neck with a tranquilizer dart. Smith cracks a smile, and despite her official attachment to Monsieur Baptiste, Kim Walters also smiles. Before Monsieur Baptiste can say anything in response, "Torreador" once again plays over the sound system, and the audience applauds Smith Cartwright’s booking decision with much praise. Monsieur Baptiste puts his hand up angrily and turns his head away from Cartwright. Stepping between the ropes, Monsieur Baptiste looks down, away from the hateful New Jersey crowd, and carefully, step by step, makes his way down the steel steps. Making sure no one touches him, Monsieur Baptiste gives a wide berth to the front row on both sides.

As Monsieur Baptiste makes his way up the aisle way, he turns back around once more to give a lasting look at Smith Cartwright. Putting his hand up again, as if to say "talk to the hand", Monsieur Baptiste turns around and wisps his French cape behind him. The last thing we see before fading to a commercial break is his sparkling French cape and fleur-de-lis French logo.

Bryan Harris: And Condor Maiden is in complete control of this one.

Alan Ducard: It's Conor Caden, Bryan.

Bryan Harris: That's kind of what I said.

As Caden prepares to throw another right hand, Stein throws an arm up to block the punch. He knocks Caden back with a right hand of his own, blocks another punch and throws a right of his own, then begins flurrying and mounting some offense of his own. Stien takes Caden up with a suplex, floats over into a full mount position as they land, and delivers another pair of right hands to the jaw of Caden.

Jimmy Yates: Excellent job of stringing together some offense there from Dan Stein. Shades of Barry Windham on that floatover.

Bryan Harris: The late, great Bar-

Alan Ducard: NO.

Stein makes his way to the ring apron, and waits for Caden to get to his feet before springboarding off the top rope and connecting with a spinning wheel kick from the top rope. As Caden regains his feet, Stein latches on to one arm with his hands, swings his feet up, and rolls Caden back into a crucifix pinfall.

One!
Two!

Caden gets a shoulder up just before the three count, and Stein is on the attack once again. Caden staggers to his feet and is immediately taken back down with a dropkick that connects with considerable force on the chin.

Jimmy Yates: Picture perfect dropkick rattles the jaw of Conor Caden, and it looks like Stein is making his way to the top rope.

Alan Ducard: Fast paced, high impact offense has been the order of the day for Stein so far.

As Caden once again struggles to his feet, Stein comes off the top rope, swinging his leg out and connecting with an enzuigiri from the top rope. By all indications, Conor Caden is out like a light as Stein goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Three!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner... Daaaaaaaaan... STEIIIIN!!!!!

Bryan Harris: Well, how about that? An impressive move from the newcomer here.

Alan Ducard: Impressive indeed. Excellent timing on that kick to get it connect flush with the back of his opponent's head.

Jimmy Yates: If tonight is any indication, we'll be seeing a lot more from Dan Stein in the very near future.

Loco Martinez: Panties Wadded... engaged.

He smirks as he sets the lap top down on a bench. He gets up and walks across the room and grabs a bottle of Mountain Dew. He takes the cap
off and takes a swig. Madison, wearing a K-State skullcap, black t-shirt with a large sun and red warm-up pants comes rushing in as if she was peeking in the doorway, awaiting this type of open opportunity. She sits in the chair Loco vacated and begins typing herself.

Madison: Delete, delete, delete..... *speaking while typing* I....am...a...huge....tool. I...have...no....penis.....

Loco chuckles, recognizing the voice.

Loco Martinez: I don't recall questioning your genitalia, Maddie.

Madison almost seems to ignore the comment.

Madison: Preview.....looks nice. (looks at Loco with a huge grin) Whatcha think? I think I'll submit it. I'm sure it'll get a positive response.

Loco nods.

Loco Martinez: Oh, they'll love it I'm sure, but then I'd have to make sure I'm extra "meanie-pants" next time.

Madison: Eh....I think I'll be nice. *looking back at the screen* Cancel....and paste your old comment in. *looking back up* Laura's actually in the building right now, FYI. I'm sure she isn't too far behind me, so if I was you, I'd think about--you know. And also, before she starts yelling at you and I have to yell at you too; thanks for last week.

Loco Martinez: I realize... *something amuses Loco. He chuckles and shakes his head* ... You'd think she'd catch on by now. I mean...
we're on television and all. Plus the forum talk and stuff like you and I hanging out last week?

Madison: All she watches are her matches. She doesn't pay much attention to anything else. Plus I never told her which school I visited. Plus there's only parts of those boards she reads, not everything. Literally she has no idea.

Loco shakes his head not really able to grasp that concept since he is very much the opposite. He mutters.

Loco Martinez: And she wonders why people think she comes across as aloof and standoffish.

Madison: Anyways...just wanted to say thanks. REALLY appreciated everything including the gym time. I can't thank you enough. I gotta go before...yeah....

She heads for the door, but as she gets there, there's a 5'9" surprise. Laura has on a grey sweater with blue jeans and white Nikes.
Having heard Madison's voice, her attention was veered towards said room. Needless to say, she isn't happy as her eyes look right at Loco.

Madison: *extremely quietly* Uh-oh.

Laura: Your own personal tan isn't enough? You need to borrow my sister's again? LEAVE...HER...ALONE!!

Loco Martinez: She's a big girl and if she wants to be left alone? She probably wouldn't be here-

Laura: She wouldn't be here if you wouldn't bribe or whatev....

Her eyes land on Loco's screen. The site is extremely familiar to her--her fan forum. She smirks.

Laura: At least you have good taste in websites.

Madison looks at Loco, an expression saying "I'm sorry." She squints, hoping she can create a distraction.

Madison: You...might want to take a closer look.

Laura: What?

Laura walks to the screen and notices it's the same page as before; the message post page. Her eyes widen in shock and she jerks her head
to Loco.

Laura: You mother-

Loco Martinez: Ooh? You gonna go potty mouth on me?

Laura: Shut up! Why are you doing all this anyways? Leave my sister alone and leave my fans alone! What is your DAMAGE!? I really wonder
what ticked off God when he created you because you're missing a lot *She eyes Loco's waist area* ... and probably a lot more.

She gives a big swing of her right arm, sending the laptop flying off the table and giving a violent crash as it hits the ground. Even
Madison is surprised at this action.

Madison: Take it easy, Lala. It's just...

Laura swings her head to her sister

Laura: You sticking up for him??

Madison: No--I---just...

Laura: Stay out of this then. For your own good.

Laura grabs Maddie by the wrist and sternly pulls her towards the door. She storms out slamming the door behind her angrily. Loco
narrows his eyes and lets a sigh of frustration hiss between his teeth, before going to check on his downed laptop.

As Monsieur Baptiste walks with an air of excellence surrounding him, a young fan; no older then 12, no younger than 9; scurries up to him holding a copy of the evening’s programme. His pathetic, ogling face has ketchup stains. Evidently from devouring a hot dog. Disgusting.

Young fan: Mistah! Mistah!

Monsieur Baptiste: Ewwwww! Wh-what EEZ that?! Yyyyyyyuck!!!

Undeterred, the young fan laughs with unconditional adoration.

Young Fan: Mistah, will you… umm… will you sign my show thingy?! Will ya?! That’d be the bestest thing EVER!!

Monsieur Baptiste looks like he wants to vomit all over the little boy. Dry-heaving, trying not to stare at the ketchup stains on his face, Monsieur Baptiste collects himself and extends his hand.

Young fan: Really?! OH BOY!!! YAAAAAAY!!!

The young fan hands Monsieur Baptiste his event programme. Monsieur Baptiste doesn’t hesitate for one bloody second in tearing the booklet up. The boy is stunned. Watching with a shred of disbelief as Monsieur Baptiste sprinkles pieces of the programme on his head.

Monsieur Baptiste: Don’t even think about it!! Don’t say a single word to moi, you… how you say… little parasite! Get away from me… (shoos the boy.)… and clean your face! I’m not sure who’s worse, you for being such a fat little blight in my presence, or your diseased Mother for neglecting to take proper care of you! Wait a tick, come to think of it? You probably don’t even have a Mother! You probably just have some surrogate whore that wipes the crack of your arse when you sh** your pants every night! And you Daddy… awwww… Probably don’t even have a Daddy, do you, you pathetic little bastard?!

The young boy looks taken aback by Monsieur Baptiste’s reverent distaste. A tear wells up in his eye.

Monsieur Baptiste: Ooooo… little snot-nosed bastard looks like he’s going to cwy! Booo-hooo-hooo-hooo-hooo-hooooooooo! Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!! Aaaaahahahahahaha…

The boy starts weeping pretty hard. Monsieur Baptiste cannot contain his laughter. Stupid boy…

Monsieur Baptiste: Y-(laughing)- you’re just a little bastard son of a whore! (Sing-songy) Liiiiiiiiittle bastaaaaaaaaard son of a whoooooore!!!

The little boy speeds away in absolute tears. Monsieur Baptiste looks quite proud of his handiwork.

Monsieur Baptiste: Oh this is going to be fun! This is going to be a LOT of F- what is that?!

He sees a ripped out sheet of notebook paper with frazzled edges shoddily taped to what he THOUGHT had been a door to a maintenance closet earlier in the day. On the paper, in purple and green crayon reads; “For: MONSIEUR BAPTISTE From: #1 FAN!!!”. Underneath it, in really small letters that are barely legible, is a small note. Monsieur Baptiste walks up to the door and squints in order to read it, “… that means open the door, retard!”.

Monsieur Baptiste: Huh? What EE-DEE-OHT could possibly… how could…. (he sighs.)… only in America.

He opens the door, takes one step inside, and before he realizes that it IS a maintenance closet, it’s entirely too late. A bucket that sat precariously on the edge of the slightly opened door, FILLED to the brim with what looks and smells like cheap wine found on the bottom shelf of the dollar store, DUMPS across his once immaculately kempt tied-back hair. An expensive designer suit, a jewel encrusted watch with the Eiffel Tower made up of diamonds in the background, and designer loafers; RUINED. He gasps, completely taken by surprise of this, and after a moment he coughs, spits, and sputters the cheap wine from within the bucket. Ripping off the bucket post-haste, Monsieur Baptiste slips and falls inside the maintenance closet in an embarrassing heap. Saturated in the disgusting imitation wine, Monsieur Baptiste yells frantically in French, undoubtedly spouting off every cuss-word in the French language.

Stumbling onto camera, looking baffled and COMPLETELY innocent, Jester Smiles walks up with a half empty bottle of, whatappears to be, the cheapest wine that you could possibly find on the bottom shelf of a dollar store. Jester takes a long swig, still looking around as if he has no idea what just happened.

Jester Smiles: Oh…geez. This is…this is really bad.

Jester looks down at Baptiste.

Jester Smiles: Your suit is RUINED. Who could have done such a thing?

Jester can no longer hold the look on his face and he bursts out laughing.

Jester Smiles: Oh man, I gotta say, I’ve played A LOT of pranks in the past, but this, this has to be one of the most fun pranks I’ve played. I mean, that suit is worth, what? Fifteen-hundred dollars?

Baptiste looks like he is about to cry as he tries, in vain, to wipe wine off his suit.

Monsieur Baptiste: Th-th-th-three thousands dollars…

Jester smiles brightly.

Jester Smiles: See, douchebags like you, I like it when I get placed against them. You know why?

Jester holds his finger out in front of Baptiste’s face.

Jester Smiles: Rhetorical question doucheface. See, when I get placed against guys like you, and I, you know, knock you out? God, it just…it feels SOOO refereshing. Like Fresca! Do you like Fresca?

Baptiste again is not given time to say anything.

Jester Smiles: You probably don’t like Fresca. Cuz, you know, you’re a douchebag. I’ll see you in a few weeks, douche queer.

Jester walks past Baptise. He then goes over to the formerly crying kid. He takes off the shirt he’s wearing(The “Jester Smiles: ALMOST Better Than Penguins” exclusive t-shirt that can be found at jestersmilesmerch.com at COMPETITIVE prices!!) and hands it to the kid. He then pulls a sharpie out of his pocket and signs it.

Jester Smiles: That’s for you buddy!

Jester rubs the kids head.

Jester Smiles: But, seriously, go wash your face.

Jimmy Yates: If HS was a fish, he'd be a piranha.

HS grabs Black by the forearm, and pulled forward. But where Harrison is quick, TMB is very strong. TMB yanks forward with a reversal, blasting Saunders with a short arm clothesline. The crowd explodes as Saunders seemingly is flipped inside out from the impact. TMB is not done as he lifts Harrison up again only to bring him down again, courtesy of another clothesline. Harrison stumbles up and back into a corner, where TMB grabs him and whips him hard to the other side of the ring.

Alan Ducard: Harrison can't put on the brakes and hits the turnbuckles chest-first.

Bryan Harris: And he is staggering right into the waiting arms of Thomas Manchester Black.

Black lifts Saunders up for a German suplex. But before he can get him fully up and over, TMB brings him down with a Wheel Barrow facebuster. Harrison’s face bounces off the canvas.

Crowd: OOOOOHHHHHHHH……

Jimmy Yates: Great way to clear the nose passage.

Harrison rolls to the side and out of the ring, trying to get some space between him and the No Limit champion. TMB steps out of the ring to follow him.

Alan Ducard: This is not the place Harrison needs to be hurt.

TMB goes to grab Harrison, but is greeted with a chairshot to the head. One, two, and a third from HS. Black stumbles back, a little dazed from the shots he just took. HS rolls up and nails TMB with more chairshots, this time on various parts of the body. The last shot clipping TMB on the knee causing him to buckle down to one knee. Harrison quickly tosses the chair to TMB, who catches it.

Jimmy Yates: Harrison looks like he is gonna try to kick the chair into Black’s face.

Bryan Harris: WRONG!!!!

TMB, thinking the same thing, drops the drop with the chair to avoid getting it kicked in his face. Unfortunately, Saunders hoped he would do that and leaps in the air. He hooks Black’s head on the way down and plants his face into the chair with a DDT. Harrison hops up and steps back in order to get a quick breather. TMB slowly tries to get back to his feet, but is greeted with some vicious kicks from Harrison.

Bryan Harris: Educated feet…the college Legacy edition.

TMB tries to block the barrage, but gets caught flush on the jaw with a buzzsaw style kick. Harrison stays on TMB, using a barrage of knees this time, nailing the shoulder, head and neck. Harrison drops to his knees and hooks TMB’s head again, looking for the DDT. TMB doesn’t budge and starts to fight the hold. TMB starts to fight his way back up as Harrison holds on to his neck, squeezing with all of his might. TMB starts to lift Harrison off his feet. Harrison cinches in the hold, hoping to cut off TMB’s air and forcing him to pass out. TMB gasped as he starts to stagger backwards. At the last moment before fading out, Black quickly, with all his might, spins around and rams Harrison with full force into the nearby ringpost. The crowd screams at the sick looking impact that Harrison’s body takes, but Saunders keeps the hold on. But not for too long, as TMB rams him back first into the ringpost again. Bringing HS up, TMB spins back around and drives Harrison into the ringside floor with a spinebuster. TMB gets up and takes a couple steps back, trying to get some air as Harrison’s limp body lays on the arena side mats.

Alan Ducard: I think Harrison’s back is shattered.

TMB finally gets enough air back into him and just stares at Harrison. The look in his eyes glaze over as he reaches out to grab Saunders. Almost like he has gone into auto pilot, TMB throws Saunders’ body back onto the ringpost. TMB’s glazed look become one of vicious focus as he wraps Harrison’s right arm around the ringpost with brutal force.

Jimmy Yates: It looks like TMB has finally woke up.

TMB grabs the chair and aims for the arm wrapped around the ring post. The ref is screaming at Black to get it back into the ring. Black’s grin becomes more vicious. Black cocks and fires shots at Harrison’s shoulder.

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

Four brutal shots terrorize the right shoulder of Harrison.

Bryan Harris: Looks like he won’t be…

Jimmy Yates: Don’t say it!!!

Harrison drops to his knees, holding his arm. TMB slams the chair down and grabs Saunders’ limp body and rolls him into the ring. TMB slaps on a armbar and cinches back, applying pressure. Harrison screams out as TMB lets go long enough to drive his knee into Saunders’ shoulder. The more Harrison screams out the more TMB drives the knee into his shoulder.

Bryan Harris: Manchester isn’t trying to win…he is trying to make a point.

Jimmy Yates: He said that he refused to keep being disrespected.

Harrison is lifted up and flung into the corner. TMB gets a head full of steam and rushes in, but at the last moment…Harrison drops down and out of the way. A quick drop kick to the knee, brings TMB down to one leg. Grimaces decorates Harrison’s face as he steps back and nails a Yakuza kick to the back of TMB’s head. Harrison is favoring his right shoulder as he starts to rain stomps down on TMB’s back. Harrison hooks TMB’s head and bends him backwards into a reverse DDT hold. Not to put too much pain and pressure on his shoulder, Saunders drops TMB back of the neck first across his knee. To add a few more bits of pain, he rams a few elbow shots to TMB’s face, before letting TMB roll off of his knee.

CROWD: OWWWWW!!!!!!

Saunders not wanting to give TMB a chance to get back into the match, steps back and drives an elbow into Black’s forehead. Black covers his face and rolls over as Harrison starts to feel the groove, while trying to get some feeling back into his arm. TMB slowly gets to all fours as Harrison starts to measure him up.

Alan Ducard: Looks like it’s time for the field goal unit to come out!!!

Bryan Harris: Uhm…I just got a tweet from PanseyOrton on Tweeter…we may have a lawsuit coming…

Harrison goes for the punt, but TMB dodges for the moment. But before he can capitalize on the miss, Harrison is quickly able to switch stance and nail a shining wizard to the back of TMB’s head. TMB’s head hits the canvas hard and Harrison sees this as his chance to get the win and the belt.

ONE…

TWO…

Strong kick out by TMB and Saunders lands on his hurt shoulder. Saunders rolls over, holding his shoulder. Harrison goes to give TMB another round of stomps, but this time, Black’s hand shoots up and wraps around Harrison’s neck. Harrison starts to fire shots at Black’s arms and head, trying to get the big man to let go. Despite the raining of strikes from Saunders, TMB lifts the smaller man off the ground and tosses him into the corner. TMB is right on Harrison unloading right hands wherever they can find a spot. TMB steps back allowing Harrison to stumble out right into a jumping arm breaker.

Jimmy Yates: TMB has been targeting that arm all night.

Bryan Harris: Can’t really do much in a wrestling match with only one arm.

CROWD: BOOOOOOO!

The camera switches to the rampway where Frank Garvin is walking down with Tabitha. TMB looks over to the man making his way down and then back to Harrison who is starting to stir again. Angrily, TMB shouts something towards Garvin before grabbing Harrison’s arm and planting some vicious kicks to his wounded shoulder.

Alan Ducard: This one is almost in the books.

The out of nowhere TMB wraps his legs around Harrison’s neck and injured shoulder into that Triangle Choke he likes to call “The Death Row Stretch”. TMB leans back, tweaking the arm and shoulder as he does so.

CROWD: TAP! TAP! TAP!

Try as he might, the pain from the hold and the shoulder is too much for Saunders to handle. He starts to tap as the ref calls for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner by submission... Thomas... Manchesteeeeeer... BLACK!!

TMB keeps the hold on a little longer as the ref screams at him to let go. TMB rolls up and looks at Garvin, who is now ringside and making his way to the ring steps.

Bryan Harris: Looks like we are in for a bonus tonight!!!

Before Garvin and reach the steps though, “Big” Boyd Saunder makes his way down the rampway and the crowd explodes at the thought of these three big monsters going at it. The ref hands Thomas the No Limit as Boyd slides Harrison under the bottom rope and slings him over his shoulder. Tabitha convinces Frank to start making his way up the rampway as Boyd starts to do the same. TMB climbs the turnbuckle looking at both men. You can hear him scream the words...

ANYTIME!!! ANYWHERE!!!

The camera switches back to the announce table as TMB finally leaves the ring and makes his way up the rampway. As he does, he raises the No Limit Championship in the air as the crowd cheers him on.

Maya: You don't think...we let the fans down do you, Shinya?

Shinya tries not to look disappointed that they didn't win at the pre-show like they wanted to, but he does look a little down in the dumps considering how cheerful the two usually are.

Shinya: No, Maya, I don't think we let anyone down. We tried our best and did everything we could to win and give the fans a show they'd remember. Plus, no team has ever won every match. It's part of the building process Maya, you know...you have to break a few eggs to make an omelette.

Maya finally smiles like a small child who just got a piece of candy.

Maya: I love omelettes! They're so creamy and yummy. Mom used to put all kinds of stuff in the...

Maya stops talking and grabs hold of Shinya's shirt mid-sentence as he looks off-camera. Shinya's eyes look in the same direction, he suddenly pushes Maya behind him very defensively.

Shinya: Why can't you just leave us alone?

Kid Lightning and FLASH Dynamite confidently step toward the Japanese duo, there is a slight smirk on Kid Lightning's face as he looks past Shinya and at Maya directly.

Kid Lightning: I bet you do like creamy things there, sport.

He then looks to Shinya and shakes his head slowly.

Kid Lightning: To answer your question, no. Not really. See, FLASH and I couldn't help but overhear you two while we were passing by and we wondered if you wanted to say anything to our face?

FLASH leans over Kid lightning's shoulder to stare into Shinya's eyes through the narrow slits in the face of his mask.

FLASH Dynamite: It sounded an awful lot like you two were about to start discussing us and we wanted to make sure you two were real men.

Maya lets out a small yelp and hides further behind Shinya, he really couldn't handle confrontations outside the ring. Shinya just scoffs at the two who are trying so hard to intimidate.

Shinya: We've got nothing to say to the likes of you two. I'm sure you can't get enough of hearing your own voices, so go talk to a wall or something and leave us alone. We weren't even talking about you, so just get out of here already.

Kid Lightning shakes his head as he stares at Shinya.

Kid Lightning: See, that's not going to work for us. Because we know when we walk away you two are going to make some kind of mention about what jerks we are. Every time we've ever spoken to you and we walked away, you'd call us names after we had already left.

FLASH Dynamite: Didn't think we'd notice? We've got every LEGACY event on TiVo right now. We watch everything. We--

The high-pitched squeal of a generic ringtone plays, interrupting FLASH. FLASH looks at Kid Lightning, who shrugs and pulls the phone out of his pocket. His eyes widen and he quickly flips the phone open.

Kid Lightning: Oh, hi Nov--oh no, you're not interrupting anything. Yeah, I was just going to call you...

Kid Lightning lowers the phone and looks at FLASH.

Kid Lightning: You got this, right?

FLASH nods and Kid Lightning walks back down the hall the way he came. FLASH stares at Shinya and continues his train of thought.

FLASH Dynamite: We want you to say some of those things to our...to my face right now.

Shinya looks like he is ready to slap FLASH right in the face, but the tugging of Maya on his shirt, for the moment, makes him think otherwise.

Shinya: I've got nothing to say to you, so just leave. We're not doing anything that should matter to you. My...opinion...of you is none of your business. Just walk away and comb your ego some more, I have no business with you.

Maya's grip on Shinya’s shirt lightens a little, it seems to make Shinya feel a little less angry and a little more cool headed to know that Maya is relaxed. FLASH audibly scoffs at Shinya's words and releases a slight snort of disapproval from beyond the fabric of the mask.

FLASH Dynamite: I'm not going to lie to you, Shinya. Kid Lightning is a lot better at all this talking than I am. The problem, though, is that I'm a lot better at the fighting than he is...and I can only do so much talking before I resort to what I'm good at...do you get what I'm saying Shinya?

Shinya, in a rather mocking fashion, scoffs right back at FLASH Dynamite.

Shinya: Seems to me like you're pretty good at just talking to me...all you and Kid Lightning ever do is talk. So, no, I don't get what you're saying, FLASH.

FLASH takes a step closer and stares straight down at Shinya.

FLASH Dynamite: What I'm saying is you're about twelve seconds shy of being punched into the concrete beneath your feet.

FLASH's arms tense as the muscles flex in his arms and his fists clench tightly. Shinya looks like he is about to snap, even knowing Maya is right behind him...he can't help it.

Shinya: LOOK! I'm getting pretty sick and tired of hearing you and Boy Blunder over there TALK about how tough you THINK you are. YOU got pinned in our last match, not US. YOU failed AGAIN! So STOP pretending like you're SOOOOO great when you keep LOSING! You want to fight? FINE, why don't we fight in an actual MATCH? Or are you afraid you'll be pinned...AGAIN!?

At this point Shinya is huffing and puffing with anger, Maya can't seem to calm him down no matter what he tries to do. FLASH opens his hands and places them on Shinya's shoulders.

FLASH Dynamite: That's what I wanted to here, Shinya. But not tonight. We'll...we'll tell you when. Until then, why don't you two go back to saying all the things you really wanted to say to me when I turn around and walk down the hall to tell my partner the good news.

FLASH pushes away from Shinya, forcing him back a few quick and small steps, before turning around and walking back down the hall. Shinya tries to storm off after FLASH but Maya holds his arm and forces him not to. Maya looks up at Shinya with a pair of sad little puppy eyes.

Maya: Shinya...you're scaring me...

Shinya watches FLASH walk down the hall then back at Maya...he takes a deep breath and pats Maya on the head.

Shinya: Sorry about that...those two just get on my last nerve. I didn't mean to scare you Maya, I just...I couldn't take hearing them inflate their ego like that anymore. I think the fans are tired of it too and I just...I felt like we should do something about it, you know?

Maya still looked a little scared, but felt a little better now that Shinya had calmed down a little.

Maya: Don’t worry about it. Just don't let it get to you...I don’t want to give them any more reason to be mean to everyone.

Issac storms off as J-Mo glares at him with narrowed eyes and a look that could kill. Suddenly, Allison comes up to him with Jade as she reassuringly puts a hand on his shoulder as she starts to speak.

Allison Moreno: Justin, honey, I know you want to make him pay for all he's done and believe me, I want you to as well. But your day will come. For now, let's just enjoy the rest of the evening.

Justin sighs with resignation as he nods his head in understanding.

Justin Moreno: Allison, you're right. Let's just watch the rest of the show and try not to think about it.

Allison gives Justin a hug and Jade joins in the hug as the scene fades out with Justin still looking very forlorn.

Jimmy Yates: Its been the proverbial powder keg, and after Darkest Days, X-Calibur will no doubt be looking to send the Agents a message.

Bryan Harris: Will that message be, "I'm sorry guys, clearly Mirage and Cronos are the the better men?" Cuz if its not... he's wasting his breath!

Alan Ducard: X-Calibur is never going to utter such a phrase... I can wager healthily on THAT. As for if he's the better man tonight in the ring with Hayashi Osamu? Lets take a look!

X-Calibur is taking the back of Hayashi's head and driving with violent force into the top turnbuckle. The crowd shouts out the number "SIX". X again drives his opponents forehead into the top turnbuckle the crowd continuing to count.

Seven!

EIGHT!

NINE!!!

TEN!!!

Bryan Harris: Shades of the late great King Kong Bundy!

Jimmy Yates: Is King Kong Bundy dead?

Alan Ducard: He isn't, mate.

X quickly grabs Hayashi and launches back in a side russian leg sweep. He floats over for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th-NO!

X-Calibur gets up with a vile sneer. As Hayashi gets to his hands and knees, X-Calibur buries a running punt into the ribs. Flipping Hayashi over. X scoops Osamu up and slams him down with a great body slam. Follows that up with a stomp to the gut. Scoops him up again. Slams him again. Again with a nasty stomp to the gut. One more time. Scoop. SLAM. STOMP!

Bryan Harris: Scoop... slam... stomp... he's like a three trick pony.

Jimmy Yates: What?

Bryan Harris: Actually in Tijuana there was this one show with a donkey...

Alan Ducard: For the love of god, man...STOP!

X-Calibur goes to the corner and ascends to the high rent district. He sizes up Osamu, and looks out over the roaring crowd bathing in a quick flurry of flashbulbs popping in the crowd. He launches...

Alan Ducard: Hang Time Elbow!

At the last moment Hayashi rolls out of the way, X-Calibur landing with a sickening thud.

Bryan Harris: Hah! That's what you get when you preen for the cameras!

Osamu surging with new found adrenaline, scrambles for a lateral press.

One..

Two...

Th-NO! X-Calibur shoulders out.

Osamu drags X-Calibur up and buries a side step thrust kick to the abdomen. X doubles over, and Osamu nails him with a snapping DDT. Osamu drives nasty stomp to X's midsection. He turns and runs, bounces off the ropes and drives nasty low drop kick into X-Calibur's ribcage. Osamu is back to his feet quickly and nails a standing diving headbutt into the ribs.

He covers...

One...

Two....

Thre-NO! X kicks out.

Bryan Harris: Osamu is rolling! He's really taking it to X.

Osamu glares at the referee and holds up 3 fingers adamantly. The referee shakes his head "no" and holds up 2. Osamu stomps hard on X's chest, and then walks to the corner. He hops up to the top rope, and stands, looking for a top rope diving headbutt. He launches looking to connect with X-Calibur... but all he connects with is canvas.

Alan Ducard: Nobody home!!

The crowd roars as Osamu writhes on the mat in pain. X-Calibur is slowly getting to his feet. He gestures with pure rage for Osamu to get up. As soon as Hayashi has his vertical base, X nearly decapitates him with a running clothesline. He waits, and stalks his prey, and as Hayashi again stands up, he is again dropped.

X smirks at his downed opponent, and as Osamu gets up X launches with the Dragon's fist, dropping his opponent with a thud.

Alan Ducard: X looking to end it.

X drags Osamu up to his feet, and hooks him in double arm DDT position.

Jimmy Yates: Looking for the Trouble Arm DDT!

X hoists Osamu and spikes him with a Trouble Arm DDT!

Bryan Harris: Shades of the late great, TROUBLE U!

Jimmy Yates: You're hopeless.

X-Calibur goes to make the cover, and as he hooks the leg the lights go out.

....

....

....

Alan Ducard: Sorry for our technical difficulties, folks. We're not sure why our power cut out.

We hear a loud thwack from inside the ring. Then another. Finally we hear one more distant thwack like someone just fell on the thin mat surrounding the ring.

More darkness, and booing from the crowd. The lights flicker. Flicker again. Finally pop on. The crowd goes silent as we see X-Calibur laying on the outside, with blood flowing down the right side of his face. His eyes glazed over.

Jimmy Yates: What the hell happened?!

Bryan Harris: I think X was trying to move around the ring, and had a terrible.. terrible fall.

Alan Ducard: Not bloody likely.

Osamu sneers at the view, and quickly goes to the outside. He struggles, but gets X to his feet, and shoves/rolls him into the ring to a chorus of booing. Osamu rolls X-Calibur to the middle of the ring. Jumps up, and bounces off the ropes and nails "The Ruiner" - his flipping leg drop. He then makes the cover.

One...

Two...

Three!!!

The bell rings and the referee hoists Osamu's hand into the air.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner... LEGACY International Champion... Osamu.... Hay-ASHIIIIII!!!

From the left we see the metal mask of Lucien Gray, that has a fresh blood stain on the forehead, slowly and evilly raise from behind the barricade. He quickly hops over the barricade and slides into the ring, to celebrate with his AoD teammate.

Alan Ducard: I smell something ROTTEN right now.

Bryan Harris: Its Yates, I assure you!

Alan Ducard: I think the AoD again went out of their way to pull a fast one on X-Calibur, and thanks to some clever light play and what looks like a well placed shot or two or three with that dastardly helmet? They have succeeded...

Jimmy Yates: I just know when X regains his bearings, I would NOT want to be in the AoD's lockerroom!

Stephen Rawlings: You want an answer? Fine I'll give you an answer. Rob didn't leave me much of a choice did he? Running this place ragged. Only giving me my much DESERVED title match IF I agree to let some Psychopatch mutilate my body? I guess I have to do it don't I? I can't give up the chance to win the title. And when I win it... It won't be on the line.... I can't believe I'm saying this.... and it's against my better judgement, but... I will take Kenji on in the ridiculous ruse they call a No Limits match. Now leave me alone... I have a Network title to win.

He lets go of the wet Avery, and walks away.

Intern Avery: Sweet. I scooped it! Go me.

He looks at his wet state. He then mopes away to the bathroom.

Alan Ducard: Here comes the former heavyweight champion Devastation to the ring. He’s not scheduled to wrestle tonight but obviously with something on his mind this evening.

Bryan Harris: He’s not faired to well inside the ring lately and I just have to wonder if this has something to do with that.

Jimmy Yates: No question that he hasn’t been himself lately but I have a feeling he’ll bounce back. Just when you start to count this man out he proves you wrong.

Alan Ducard: Whatever the case may be we’re not going to have to wait too much longer. He’s just got a microphone from our ring announcer and is walking up the steps into the ring. So we’ll just let him do the talking.

Devastation ducks through the top and middle ropes, microphone in hand, and walks to the center of the ring. Throughout the arena the fans are chanting his name like they have so many times before. He just stands there for a moment or two looking out at their adoring faces before he raises the microphone and somewhat reluctantly begins to speak.

Devastation: Thank you for the wonderful ovation. It’s always meant a lot to me to hear that when I come out here. I’ve always tried to wrestle my best and to see that I am admired and respected for the thing that I love to do more than anything, that means the world to me.

The cheers start up again from the sold out crowd as Devastation pauses for a second. He smiles as he looks out over them and then very soon starts to speak once more.

Devastation: A lot of you have probably noticed that I haven’t performed up to my usual expectations over these last few weeks and months and that’s why I’m out here tonight. I knew that something was wrong with me but I never wanted to believe that it was anything serious, never wanted to let that even enter my mind. Well I made several visits to different hospitals looking for an answer but nothing they said was working. Finally I went to the Mayo Clinic in Scottsdale Arizona and my worst fears were realized.

Devastation stops there for a second. The crowd is in a hush right now, not knowing what to expect next from their hero. Soon Devastation continues to speak.

Devastation: Last week I was officially diagnosed with Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis, or ALS. What that means is that I’m going to have to walk away from the world of professional wrestling that I have loved for so long. So tonight I’m here to say goodbye and to thank all of you for all of your support throughout my career.

The crowd is in shock at this point. Nobody knows what to say. As Devastation raises the microphone to his mouth once more you can hear a pin drop inside the arena. The uneasy silence is quickly broken as Devastation starts to speak again.

Devastation: But don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve had a wonderful career and I have been blessed beyond measure to have been able to do this for as long as I have. To be considered one of the very best in your profession for so long is a privilege and one that I will never forget. But it’s time for me to move on. God has other things in store for me and if this is what he wants in my life then who am I to doubt him and feel sorry for myself.

Many of the crowd is in tears at this point. Devastation remains composed through it all, somehow finding the strength to carry on.

Devastation: It has been an honor and a privilege to wrestle in front of you each and every night during these many years and I hope that you have enjoyed watching me as much as I have enjoyed performing for you. I hope that I have left a lasting image with each and every one of you and you don’t forget me because I know that I will never forget you. Thank you.

With that Devastation turns and slowly walks out of the ring for the last time. He shakes hands with the announcers at ringside and waves to the crowd a few times as he walks back up the entrance ramp. As he gets to the curtain he turns and mouths I love you to the sold out crowd before disappearing behind the curtain.

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure what to make of this one after what went down at the 2009 Awards Show. Just when it looked like Blade stepped back from the edge and took out VIP to save Kidd’s career, Kidd dropped Greyson face first on the concrete and announced that he had asked for this triple threat match.

Bryan Harris: You mean you don’t think this is just a set-up for Family Values to wipe out one of the VIP? It’s perfect since Ledge has been effectively banned from ringside there will be no one to keep Adam Davis from being completely mugged.

Jimmy Yates: And if it was VIP against one of Family Values?

Bryan Harris: Well I’d hope that at least Blade wouldn’t be stupid enough to ask for that match – Kidd I don’t know, he’s the one dumb enough to try and revive a long dead career.

Jimmy Yates: Well, if there is some kind of double-teaming by way of Family Values, I don’t expect it to last. Kidd and Blade has some definite unfinished issues, which I think are going to come to a head here in Atlantic City, and definitely expect this crowd to be voicing its support Kidd who grew up not half an hour from here.

Bryan Harris: Patrick Kidd from New Jersey? Well that explains a great deal …

Alan Ducard: Well, before you go down that path any further, let’s get to the footage shall we?

Jimmy Yates: I’m not sure what to make of this one after what went down at the 2009 Awards Show. Just when it looked like Blade stepped back from the edge and took out VIP to save Kidd’s career, Kidd dropped Greyson face first on the concrete and announced that he had asked for this triple threat match.

Bryan Harris: You mean you don’t think this is just a set-up for Family Values to wipe out one of the VIP? It’s perfect since Ledge has been effectively banned from ringside there will be no one to keep Adam Davis from being completely mugged.

Jimmy Yates: And if it was VIP against one of Family Values?

Bryan Harris: Well I’d hope that at least Blade wouldn’t be stupid enough to ask for that match – Kidd I don’t know, he’s the one dumb enough to try and revive a long dead career.

Jimmy Yates: Well, if there is some kind of double-teaming by way of Family Values, I don’t expect it to last. Kidd and Blade has some definite unfinished issues, which I think are going to come to a head here in Atlantic City, and definitely expect this crowd to be voicing its support Kidd who grew up not half an hour from here.

Bryan Harris: Patrick Kidd from New Jersey? Well that explains a great deal …

Alan Ducard: Well, before you go down that path any further, let’s get to the footage shall we?

***Start Match Footage***

Kidd’s elbow meets Davis’ forehead, knocking him back and he steps right into a huge right hand from The Outlaw. The massive punch knocks Davis back to Kidd who hits another bionic elbow, and then steps in, scooping Davis up and hitting an inverted atomic drop as Blade comes off the ropes and drives Davis to the canvas with a running STO!

Bryan Harris: What did I tell you guys? Family Values is using this chance to double team Adam Davis! They’ve not let up on him since the opening bell!

Jimmy Yates: Well as much as Kidd and Blade may place blame on the other for their current feud, VIP have played a very significant role in driving the wedge between the two of them, so of course he was going to be a target in this match.

Alan Ducard: The Iceman needs to get some separation here – some time to recuperate as much as possible.

Bryan Harris: Well, Davis tried to escape outside the ring early on, but Kidd got just enough of his leg to keep him in the ring, allowing Greyson to hammer him on the outside and not allow Davis to exit the ring.

Alan Ducard: So after that big STO, The Outlaw brings The Iceman back to a vertical base, and there’s a huge boot to the midsection and he hammers Davis right back down with a double axe handle blow, targeting that spine and those ribs in preparation for a Killshot.

Jimmy Yates: He’s also helping Kidd out with that one as Patrick features that Arn Anderson-styled Spine Buster and the new Gallows Drop backbreaker.

Davis tries to push himself back to his feet, but Patrick is more than willing to assist him as he takes The Iceman up and over with a quick vertical suplex. Kidd then pulls Davis up and sends him off to the far buckle with the Irish whip. Blade charges in with the shoulder, driving Davis back into the buckles, he then explodes with a barrage of shoulders in the corner, with each shoulder shot acting as a mini-Killshot before whipping Davis out of the buckles where Kidd drives him immediately to the canvas with a huge lariat and quickly goes for the cover on the far side of the ring.

Alan Ducard: Kidd with the quick cover!

ONE

TWO

T-No! Blade is there and he breaks up the pin, pulling Kidd off of Adam Davis, much to the chagrin of this capacity crowd – and Kidd.

Jimmy Yates: Kidd has kicked himself free, and he’s not happy about Blade breaking up that pin, and Blade doesn’t look to be any too happy that Kidd tried to pick up the win. He’s jawing at Kidd and Patrick flat out punches Blade right in the kisser! There’s another right to the external occipital protuberance and Blade staggers to the ropes!

Bryan Harris: Thanks Monsoon – but it doesn’t really matter where Kidd hit him, what matter is that we just might get a real triple threat here.

Alan Ducard: Kidd is closing in on Blade here, and Blade fires back with an elbow and hammers Patrick with a punch of his own!

As Adam Davis slides out from under the bottom rope, Kidd blocks an Outlaw punch and delivers a bionic elbow. Blade then shakes it off and delivers a wicked left hook. The crowd is beginning to pick up on the action with a loud, mixed reaction to each shot with Kidd’s hometown appeal showing. Blade punch – Kidd punch – Blade punch – Kidd punch – Kidd punch – big elbow – and just when it looks like Kidd is ready to take control, The Outlaw rises up with a jaw-rattling uppercut that knocks Patrick right off his feet to the canvas as Blade takes a moment by the ropes to shake the cobwebs.

Jimmy Yates: This really has been a brawl between these two so far, and I know this thing is emotionally charged and highly personal between these two, but in a purely brawling scenario, The Outlaw has to be a heavy favorite – just his power alone put a stop to Kidd’s onslaught with that huge uppercut.

After regaining his faculties, The Outlaw moves in on Kidd and pulls him to his feet, hammering him with multiple punches before sending him off with the Irish whip. Greyson then meets him on the return with a big clothesline in the center of the ring. The Outlaw brings Kidd back to his feet, but only to scoop him up at the side, and then drive him down on his knee with a pendulum backbreaker.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw really hit home on that backbreaker, but he's choosing not to go for the pin here, and he's pulling Kidd up once more and he brings Patrick into the pumphandle position, and he takes Kidd up and drives him down with THE PUMPHANDLE POWERSLAM! GREYSON MAKES THE COVER!

ONE

TWO

T-NO! Kidd's foot is on the ropes, and Blade didn't see it but Adam Davis put the foot on the ropes! Davis is back into the ring now and there's a dropkick to Blade to the back of the head! Kidd is down, Blade is down and Davis is in control.

****

Patrick Kidd flies through the air as incredible pain shots through his knee as Davis takes him down to the canvas. Patrick instinctively clutches at his knee as he rolls on the canvas, and The Iceman turns his attention back to The Outlaw.

Bryan Harris: Davis has done a superb job in keeping Kidd grounded by going after the knees so he can keep Blade in a one-on-one scenario, showing exactly why he is truly one of the finest ring tacticians in this business today.

Alan Ducard: Well Bryan that strategy has proven effective thus far, and The Iceman has turned his attention back to The Outlaw, and Davis with the catches Blade with quick kick to the ribs, and now he flips Greyson over with the snapmare takedown. The Iceman moves back to get some momentum, and he flips over Blade while grabbing the neck and delivers a textbook neck snap.

Bryan Harris: Somewhere Curt Hennig is smiling guys.

Alan Ducard: Davis moves in on The Outlaw here, and assists him back to a vertical base. The Iceman hooks and takes Blade up and over with a quick vertical suplex, taking the near 300-pounder up and over.

Jimmy Yates: I have to give Davis credit for his tenacity, having not given Blade or even Kidd for that matter a real opening here since taking control of the match.

Bryan Harris: That is the trademark of the VIP both in-ring and out - they don't give up and they exploit every mistake and opening they have.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is pushing himself up to his feet, but The Iceman is stalking him from behind. Blade back up to a standing position and Davis is there for the standing rear naked choke! He's got the choke hold cinched in on The Outlaw and Greyson is in trouble! The Outlaw is weaving about on his feet, his arms desperately reaching around searching for some escape.

Bryan Harris: And Kidd is still trying to regain his feet - that dragon screw leg whip following the chop block has him incapacitated and unable to help.

Jimmy Yates: This is going to be all on Greyson to escape - and this capacity crowd is getting behind him!

Blade struggles a big more, going down to one knee. Davis cinches the hold tighter, and instinctively Greyson makes one last push, putting all his effort into his legs and he pushes him and throws himself back, crushing Davis behind all of Blade's weight and the turnbuckles. Greyson is free as he falls forward to the canvas.

Jimmy Yates: The Outlaw broke the choke!

Bryan Harris: He may have, but Davis is headed up the buckles as Greyson is just now trying to get back to his feet.

Davis sizes up his target and leaping off the top rope he leaps to slightly overshoot Blade, reaching back to catch his head and neck as Davis hurtles down and he drops Greyson with a Cold Shoulder impact!

Alan Ducard: DAVIS WITH THE TOP ROPE COLD SHOULDER IMPACT! DAVIS MAKES THE COVER!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! KIDD IS THERE! Kidd breaks up the pin!

Jimmy Yates: Kidd may have saved the match there Alan.

Bryan Harris: Of course he did Jimbo; Davis had Blade dead to rights.

Alan Ducard: Davis is now going after Kidd again, and he kicks Kidd in the side of the leg, and now he hits a kick to the stomach. Kidd doubles over and The Iceman goes for the double underhook - he looks to be going for his "Clarity" finisher here!

Jimmy Yates: Kidd is fighting him! Kidd is struggling to break free and he does and he manages to spin out!

Alan Ducard: Kidd hooks Davis as he spins and he's going for the Crimson T-no! Davis charges and slams Kidd into the corner. Davis with a hard shot to the head, and he's taking Kidd up to the fireman's carry - NO! Kidd spins off down the front, hooks Davis and ... DRIVES DAVIS DOWN WITH AUTHORITY WITH THAT SPINEBUSTER! KIDD MAKES THE COVER!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! The Outlaw breaks up the pin with a diving attack, but after breaking up the pin he is still down, and it looks as if now Patrick Kidd is in control of this match.

***

"Let's Go Kidd" rings out through the arena as Patrick hammers The Iceman with a flurry of punches, knocking him back to the ropes. Kidd rocks Davis again with a bionic elbow/headbutt combination before he hooks Davis and takes him for a suplex, but then drops him forward on the ropes and flips him back off completing the slingshot suplex!

Jimmy Yates: Patrick is really channeling the Brain Busters here tonight, and it just might pay off! Patrick gets Davis back to his feet and there's a big chop, and another, and there's the Irish whip!

Alan Ducard: The Iceman on the rebound, and Kidd takes him back up and over with the big back body drop! Patrick is on the move quickly, off the ropes, and there's a quick elbow drop on Davis! Kidd pulls the Iceman back up, moves in behind and takes him back up and over with the belly to back suplex!

Jimmy Yates: Patrick has really built up a head of steam, and now he pulls Davis up looking for...

Alan Ducard: Gallows Dro-NO! Davis spins out and hooks Kidd ... and there's the double underhook inverted facebuster!

Bryan Harris: Don't you mean the ... Killswitch or even the ... ha - "Kid Krusher"?

Alan Ducard: I said what I meant Bryan - and whatever you want to call it, it was effective. Kidd is down, but here comes The Outlaw again charging at an unsuspecting Davis and ... Davis with the drop toe hold, sending Blade face first into the canvas next to Kidd.

Davis pulls Blade close to Kidd, and lifting him up and placing him over his own knee as he sits over Kidd. With some effort and expert positioning, The Iceman locks on the double submission!

Bryan Harris: AMAZING!

Alan Ducard: I'll have to give him that Bryan - The Iceman has the single leg crab on Kidd, but he also has The Outlaw locked in what seems to be a dragon sleep variant!

Bryan Harris: He could make both tap out or submit right here! Could you imagine The Iceman alone getting Patrick Kidd and Greyson Blade to give up?

Jimmy Yates: Both guys are trying to fight it though Bryan - and this crowd has come to life again to rally behind both members of Family Values.

Davis struggles but manages to maintain control for a significant amount of time. Kidd pressing up, Blade flailing - they seem to be doing little to free either individual, but collectively it begins too great a challenge for David to maintain control, and his grip does start to weaken. Kidd manages to push up and flip out of the hold, sending all three men sprawling on the canvas. Davis tries to get to his feet, but Kidd reaches out, snaring him. Davis kicks at Kidd, but it's enough of a distraction that Blade comes roaring through and flattens The Iceman with a clothesline to the back of the skull!

Alan Ducard: Davis goes down, and now The Outlaw is stepping over and to the side of the downed Iceman and he's pulling Davis up into a cross face as Patrick grabs the legs and applies the Boston crab! IT'S A DOUBLE SUMISSION HOLD FROM FAMILY VALUES!

Jimmy Yates: Look at Davis - look that his face - he's in sheer agony!

Bryan Harris: You would be too Jimbo - Blade is ripping back on the neck, and Kidd is ripping and bending Davis' back in ways it simply wasn't meant to go.

Alan Ducard: The Iceman is struggling but there is nowhere to go as Kidd's weight is pinning him down to spin out from the crossface, and Blade's cross face is preventing him from pushing up and working his way out of the crab.

Jimmy Yates: Wait a minute - the official is now talking to Blade and Kidd and I'm receiving word from the back that with the near simultaneous application of the holds and with both currently applying them - if Davis submits here the official can't call a clear winner - as he could if this was a handicapped or tag match scenario - I can't believe this!

Bryan Harris: Ha! Teamwork can only get you so far in a triple threat Jimbo!

After being advised by the official, both Kidd and Blade look over the shoulder at the other, and they mutually release The Iceman from their holds, and Davis rolls away in absolute, unadulterated pain. Blade pushes back to his feet, but Kidd meets him with a wicked shot to the jaw, knocking Blade off balance and if it were not for the ropes he would have gone down. Kidd moves in again and chops Blade and he looks for the Irish whip, but Blade reverses and pulls Patrick into a short-arm clothesline! As it hits the dueling chants begin again with "Let's go Greyson" immediately followed by "Let's go Kidd".

Alan Ducard: Blade and Kidd are going at it again, and this crowd is picking up again. The Outlaw pulls Patrick up from the short arm clothesline and measures him delivering a back elbow smash that turns Kidd around, and now Blade pulls Kidd up in the belly to back position, and he spins, dropping Kidd and delivering a modified chokeslam!

Jimmy Yates: Blade got the better of that exchange Alan, but if you look right now in that ring you have three flat out "beat up" guys and they are moving slowly if they are moving. You can tell not only are they feeling the toll of the match tonight, but the Awards Show proved especially brutal for all of these fighters.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is back to his feet here, and he's pulling Kidd up, scooping him over his shoulder, and it looks like he's going for some sort of an inverted piledriver! He's going to drop Patrick right on his head! Patrick is struggling for all he's worth and ... HE TURNS IT OVER AND DRIVES GREYSON DOWN WITH THE TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!

The crowd goes to a near fever pitch with the impact but...

Jimmy Yates: Oh ... NO!

Bryan Harris: Oh yes Jimbo - Kidd's knees couldn't take the weight of his body dropping to the canvas along with Blade's weight.

Patrick rolls on the canvas clutching his leg as Blade lies motionless on the canvas. Davis who had been lying beaten makes his move, slithers his way towards Kidd as Greyson lurches on the canvas clutching at his skull.

Alan Ducard: Davis is headed towards Kidd, and The Iceman strikes ... HE HAS A HEEL HOOK ON KIDD!

Bryan Harris: This one is over!

The LEGACY fans go crazy as Patrick claws at the canvas as The Iceman tries to rip his knees to shreds. Patrick pushes with his arms, desperately trying to get to the ropes as quickly as he can as Davis torques the hold, but Davis makes him earn every valuable inch. Patrick reaches out for the ropes, clutching for his freedom, but his fingers merely graze them and fall to the canvas as the fans groan in collective dismay.

Bryan Harris: He has to tap!

Jimmy Yates: No he doesn't ... Blade is getting to his feet!

The Outlaw who had rolled to his knees, pushes to his feet shakes his head and clears the cobwebs and he charges at Davis, and he drives his foot in the side of The Iceman's head, soccer-style, which immediately frees Patrick. Davis slumps to the canvas, but The Outlaw isn't done. He pulls Davis to his feet, and pulls him into a standing headscissors. A moment later Davis goes up for the ride and The Outlaw drives him down in the canvas with an authoritative powerbomb!

Jimmy Yates: He almost folded The Iceman in half - something has happed.

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw pulls Davis to his feet and hammers him ... left ... right ... left ... UPPERCUT and Davis goes through the air. The Outlaw pulls The Iceman to his feet by the neck and slams him face first into the turnbuckles, once, twice, three-times, and now he's kicking Davis down in the corner - boot after boot, pulverizing him with each shot.

Bryan Harris: The Outlaw is going crazy! The official needs to make a count and get Davis out of the corner.

Jimmy Yates: You think he wants to step in here with the ferocity that Blade is showing?

Greyson pulls Davis back up and knees him three times in the gut before hoisting him up into the torture rack position, and then flips him off and down on to his knee in a stylized backbreaker!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is just unleashing on The Iceman - Davis is trying to roll away, clutching at his spine, but there is no escape! The Outlaw pulls Davis up and sends him off with the Irish whip ... THE OUTLAW DROP!

The crowd explodes as Greyson drives Davis down into the canvas ... oh they know what's coming.

Jimmy Yates: Adam Davis is about to be broken in half...

Greyson doesn't bother to wait for The Iceman to get up on his own. He pulls Davis who up, how barely stands on his wobbly legs, in the middle of the ring ... and Blade takes off back to the ropes to build up a head of steam, but just as he gets to the ropes ... Patrick pulls down the top rope and The Outlaw flips over the top rope and crashes to the floor outside, and Davis falls back down to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: A big veteran maneuver from Patrick Kidd and now he has Davis all to himself! He's stalking Davis for the Crimson Tide DDT!

As Patrick sizes up Davis, Adam slumps forwards, clutching at the referee. The official checks on Adam momentarily, and that's all the time it takes....

WHAM!

Patrick Kidd's skull is introduced to the Tao of Valor Championship belt....

The Highlight of the Night came out of the crowd. He timed it perfectly, jumping past a downed Outlaw to the ring, and Patrick never saw it coming.

Jimmy Yates: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT HERE?

Bryan Harris: I don't know but Matthew Dawson just DROPPED Patrick Kidd with that wicked belt shot, and the referee didn't see it!

Alan Ducard: Dawson has hightailed it back out of the ring to get some distance ... and Adam is back to his feet, and he pulls Patrick up!

The fans are cheering, somehow trying to will Patrick back to his senses with their chants, but it is no use as Davis quickly hooks Kidd, and drives him down on his head with the Clarity piledriver!

Alan Ducard: That's Clarity! Davis makes the cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

The official signals for the bell and the fans jeer the decision as Josephina makes the announcement.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match ... The Iceman ... Adam Daaaaaaaaaaaaavis!

Jimmy Yates: He won it, but he stole it due to The Highlight of the Night's interference.

Bryan Harris: The referee never saw it, and now The Iceman has beaten both members of Family Values in singles competition.

Alan Ducard: He has Bryan, but The Outlaw is none too happy about it, and he's trying to get back into the ring, but so his Matthew Dawson. The Highlight of the Night attacks Blade from behind and hammers him with the ToV Title! The boos which has abated only slightly are now resumed full force as The Iceman puts his boots to The Outlaw while Dawson turns his attention to Patrick Kidd and begins kicking away at him as well.

Jimmy Yates: This crowd hates every minute of this as do I - this is absolutely disgusting.

Bryan Harris: It's about to get even better ... because here comes Ledge! The match is over so he's free to roam with no fines and no suspensions.

Ledge makes his way out to the ring, and he slides inside the ropes next to Dawson and mocking motions to say "may I" as if he were cutting in on a dance partner. Dawson backs away with a "be my guest" motion as Ledge drives a knee down into Kidd's face. Davis on the other hand sits Blade up, and motions for Dawson who gets a running start and kicks Greyson right in the teeth. The fans are at the brink when Dawson motions for Ledge and Davis who bring Blade and Kidd more to the center of the ring, and Dawson motions towards the back.

Jimmy Yates: What now? If this wasn't heinous enough...

Suddenly, the lights go out in the arena save for three spotlights ... one over Ledge and Kidd, one over Blade and Davis, and lastly, one over The Highlight of the Night who then makes a long, slow slash across his throat. As Dawson finishes the motion in the spotlight, Ledge hits the Insomnia (inverted G2S) on Kidd in unison with Adam Davis hitting the Cold Shoulder on Blade. Davis and Ledge then stand in the spotlights for a moment over their fallen opponents and its then that the spotlights change shape ... a "V" over Davis ... an "I" over Dawson ... and a "P" over Ledge.

Alan Ducard: What was two, now is three ... Adam Davis, Ledge, and Matthew Dawson are The VIP!

Jimmy Yates: This is one of the most humiliating and disrespectful things I have ever witnessed...

Bryan Harris: And I LOVE it! If anyone in LEGACY is truly a VIP and fitting with the core ideals of this group it is Matthew Dawson.

As VIP stands victorious over their fallen prey in the spotlights, the crowd unleashes their pure hatred and fury down upon them, even going so far as to toss a few bits of Jersey trash into the ring in the dark. The VIP has struck again, downing a LEGACY Legend and a Hometown Hero, leaving their beaten bodies in the middle of the ring. The VIP theme hits as the lights come back on and Davis and Ledge come over to Dawson with their congratulations and all three pose for the camera.

Jimmy Yates: Look at them – they are so proud of what they just did – it’s just wrong.

Bryan Harris: Why shouldn’t they be proud Jimbo? Adam Davis overcame the odds and they once again laid waste to Family Values – and they added a new member who happens to be the only “Elite Champion” in LEGACY. VIP isn’t just the hottest thing going today – it’s now GOLDEN!

After a few moments of camera time, the three members of VIP exit the ring jointly, and head slowly to the back working the furious crowd all the way to the back amidst the swirling jeers and trash.

Andrew Kelley: I'm here with arguably my favorite interview subject, John Thomas - writer of the infamous "Awesomeness Blog". Thanks for joining me here tonight, John.

JT looks Andrew in the eye but doesn't give him a response, so the interviewer continues.

Andrew Kelley: Recently you and Anastasia Ewing have mentioned that you intend to target the Network Championship. How soon do you intend to embark on that journey?

Raising his eyebrow in a show of slight disbelief, John wait a moment before responding.

John Thomas: You were watching earlier tonight, right? The big "Ratings Grabber" Ladder Match that was announced for STRIFE 60? That has my name written all over it. What better an opportunity to regain championship gold here in LEGACY than to climb the ladder both figuratively and literally back onto the golden plane?

Andrew Kelley: I was listening, and I heard them mention that some top contenders were going to be included in that match, which would seem to fit...

John Thomas: YEAH, it WOULD, wouldn't it? You saw my match at Destined For Greatness against one of the top names in LEGACY history - Greyson Blade. And you saw how I competed at Darkest Days and masterfully took one of the top technical wrestlers of our generation - Devastation - and made him tap out? Yeah, I'd say I'm a top name, and the F/X Network and Kim Walters will be more than happy that I'm targeting their championship, because I'd take its prestige to the next level.

Looking to his side, Andrew motions to someone off camera, then looks back into the camera.

Andrew Kelley: Well it just so happens that I have the current F/X Network Champion - Hazard - standing by here...

Motioning to him, Andrew steps back and allows Hazard to step up into the scene, the championship belt slung over his shoulder.

Andrew Kelley: Hazard, I know you're on your way to the ring for your title defense opportunity against Stephen Rawlings in what should be a great main event, but I just wanted to see what your thoughts were about the announcement earlier tonight regarding STRIFE 60's upcoming "Ratings Grabber" Ladder Match for the Network Championship?

Gritting his teeth, John gets irritated that Hazard got his name wrong.

Hazard: Right, like the guy that founded Wendy's.

Andrew Kelley: So you don't have anything to say about the "Ratings Grabber" Ladder Match?

Hazard: Look, I get that the network is concerned with making sure that ratings stay up. And I understand that the LEGACY officials feel the need to put something special on television from time to time, so a multiple man ladder match satisfies the needs of both people. I'd much rather prefer dropping one person at a time on their head -

Hazard casts a sideways glance at John Thomas in a split second pause

Hazard: ...but regardless of what happens in that ring in a few minutes between me and Rawlings, you can rest assured that I'll be a part of the ladder match next week. Whether I'm trying to win it back or defending remains to be seen, but I'm okay with either scenario. As for me and you, Hamburgler, something tells me I'll be able to get my hands on you in the process.

John Thomas: Oh, your Weapons of Choice? I'm shaking in my...

Tired of the bullshit, Hazard steps up, shifting gears into a much more serious, ring ready attitude, tensing up and definitely encroaching on JT's "personal space", which quiets John mid-sentencec.

Hazard: Shut up and listen. You think you're cute and you think you're funny but what happens in the ring is neither one. Keep pushing my buttons, keep thinking you have all the answers on your keyboard, keep shooting your mouth off about what you think this belt needs to raise its prestige. Sooner or later you'll be done talking and it's just going to be me..you..and my weapons of choice. Watch a monitor for a preview.

Hazard remaining uncomfortably close to JT for just a few seconds before stalking off towards the gorilla position.

John Thomas: I forgot to wish him good luck out there.

John glances over at Andrew Kelley.

John Thomas: Ooops. Where ARE my manners?

Jimmy Yates: What an idiot. He should be making a pinfall attempt here, and instead he’s showboating.

Bryan Harris: Please, Jimmy. It’s obvious, from the events that have unfolded tonight, that he’s got A LOT on his mind. Cut him some slack already.

Alan Ducard: I actually agree with Bryan, here.

Bryan Harris: No, Al. Y- wait, what?! You do? Oh..

Jimmy Yates: Um, why?

Alan Ducard: While I do think showboating at a time like this isn’t the smartest call in the play book, I do think his mind is a bit preoccupied with the goings on of tonight’s broadcast. He HAS to be worried about Kenji Yamada. HAS to be...

Jimmy Yates: You make a good point, Alan.

Finally, taking enough time for himself, Rawlings drops to his knees and makes a lateral cover... only getting a one-count. As Hazard kicks out, Rawlings guides Hazard to his feet by the back of his neck. Kneeing him in the mid-section, Hazard doubles over completely. Rawlings uses this position to set him up for what looks to be a piledriver.

Jimmy Yates: Odd choice for Rawlings, wouldn’t you say?

Bryan Harris: Can’t say I’ve seen him utilize too many piledrivers in his time here in LEGACY, no.

Lifting with all of his might, Hazard’s feet momentarily leave the ground, but Hazard wriggles free and lifts up on Rawlings’ body for a back body drop to the canvas. The fans cheer on the record setting F/X Network Champion, and as Rawlings gets to his feet, Hazard nails a fist to the head that drops Rawlings. Quick as a hiccup, Rawlings gets up once again and this time Hazard follows through with a Savage-esque elbow shot to the face that drops Rawlings again. Getting up a little slower this time, Rawlings makes it to his feet nonetheless, but this time Hazard spins 360 degrees and connects right across Rawlings’ chest and neck with a sickening lariat that drops Rawlings on the back of his neck and folds him up like an accordion.

Jimmy Yates: WOW.... what a LARIAT!!!

Alan Ducard: He calls that one the Hazmat Lariat!

Bryan Harris: He does?

Alan Ducard: Well, probably not... but he should!

Hooking Rawlings’ leg, Hazard sinks in a deep cover as Rollins initiates the count...

One!!

Two!!

THR- Rawlings just barely kicks out of the nasty lariat, and Hazard wastes no motion. Bringing Rawlings to his feet, Hazard lifts Rawlings up as if he’s going for a bear hug. Squeezing him tight, Hazard tucks a head underneath his arm pit... and SNAPS down to the canvas with a DEVASTATING standing cradle/bear hug DDT that rocks this crowd into a frenzy.

Jimmy Yates: Holy CRAP!! That’s a match ender right there if I’ve ever saw one!

Alan Ducard: And it looks like he’s going to attempt just that right here..

Bryan Harris: Kick out, Steve!!

Making the lateral cover, Hazard buries his forearm into Rawlings’ face as his other free arm presses down against the bend in Rawlings’ arm, completely pinning down his upper body. Rollins administers the count as the crowd counts along loudly...

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Jimmy Yates: He got him!

Bryan Harris: Dammit...

As the crowd erupts for the pinfall... Rollins is waving his hands as he points to Rawlings toe barely under the bottom rope, but under the bottom rope nevertheless.

Bryan Harris: Yes!! Steve’s foot is under the ropes!! Saved by the nylon! Or, you know, whatever that material is!!

Jimmy Yates: I doubt Rawlings did that on purpose. He kinda fell funny.

Alan Ducard: Good call by the ref there, but... well, I think he’s just denying the inevitable, in my opinion.

Looking a little disappointed as he obviously thought he won the match, Hazard shakes his head at Rollins’ decision to not register the fall. With Rawlings still laying on the mat, seemingly out, Hazard reaches down and grabs a handful of Rawlings’ hair as he forces him into a sitting position. Yelling out in pain, Hazard rips him up from the mat and has him pinned in the ropes.

Reaching back, Hazard opens a palm for the arena to see and SLAPS Rawlings right across the face as hard as he can. Rawlings clutches his face, his tear ducts involuntarily opened at the stinging sensation coursing through his veins.

Alan Ducard: Shades of what he did to Matthew Dawson a few weeks back!

Jimmy Yates: Man I felt that one..

Bryan Harris: C’mon ref!

Standing Rawlings back up right, Hazard delivers an equally stinging backhand chop to Rawlings chest, with an appropriate "WOOOOO" emanating from the crowd. Reaching back again, Hazard delivers another slap to Rawlings’ chest, this one even harder. Rawlings buckles into the corner turnbuckle, but Hazard shakes his head, "no", and lifts Rawlings back into a standing position.

Jimmy Yates: I’ll tell you what, Rawlings might’ve gotten lucky there with his foot landing outside the perimeter, but Hazard is making him pay for it... dearly. He’s stiffing the holy hell out of him right now.

Rawlings shakes his head no, almost begging Hazard to stop, but Hazard slams an open palm forward into Rawlings’ chest, leaving a beet red hand print behind. Following it up, Hazard backhand chops Rawlings in the FACE, drawing a massive "OOOOOOOH!!" from the capacity crowd. Rawlings drops and rolls underneath the ropes, bent over and holding his face. As Rawlings stands up, it is obvious that the man is frustrated beyond recognition.

Bryan Harris: Oh no... Steve, it’ll be okay...

Jimmy Yates: Wow... Hazard is really getting to him, isn’t he?

Bryan Harris: SHUT UP, JIMMY! Let’s see you take a couple of heavy handed slaps across the mouth and chest and see if you’re not frustrated!

With the audience laughing at Rawlings and chanting, "YOU-SUCK!", Rawlings screams, "SHUT UP!!!" at all of them. Hazard is almost laughing in the ring, smiling at his handiwork. As Rawlings turns around to face Hazard, he regains his composure and hops up to the edge of the ring apron. Hazard makes it look like he’s gonna deliver another one and Rawlings cowers back down to the outside. The audience laughs at Rawlings’ trepidation, and Rawlings slams his fists on the apron and kicks the steel steps... in the process hurting his foot and gaining even more laughs from the crowd.

Bryan Harris: C’mon, Rawlings! Regain some composure here! The title should be more important to you than Kenji or Hazard!

Limping forward, Rawlings rolls himself underneath the ropes and into the ring. Rollins demands Hazard backs up a few feet to give Rawlings a little bit of breathing room. Once he does, Rawlings stands back up right and begins pacing back and forth. Still looking pre-occupied and unfocused. Hazard, meanwhile, looks anything but, and closes in on Rawlings.

Rawlings senses Hazard coming and ducks into the ropes. Rollins tells Hazard to back off, and Hazard respectfully obliges. Rawlings uses this momentary distraction to bolt forward and NAIL Hazard with a forearm to the face right over the referee’s back for a cheap shot. Rollins threatens to disqualify Rawlings, but the former Hawkins Memorial Tournament champion ignores his admonishing and lets Hazard have it. With the crowd booing, Rawlings is relentless in his attack. Hazard stumbles back, and without a chance to defend himself, Rawlings hooks Hazard up for a suplex and snaps him down to the canvas with lightning speed.

Jimmy Yates: Excellent snap suplex there by Rawlings. Out of nowhere, something has breathed new life into this man.

Alan Ducard: Hazard landed pretty hard on that shoulder, too. Almost awkwardly.

Bryan Harris: I think Rawlings realized he has a chance to become a champion in this match and that he can’t be looking over his shoulder for Kenji or think about the "big announcement" and his career hanging in the balance. He can’t let those things affect his chances here, and after getting his ass kicked for the majority of this match, I think he’s beginning to get a better sense of things.

Alan Ducard: That’s a great analysis, Bryan. Didn’t think you had it in you.

Bryan Harris: Me neither. I blacked out for the minute there. I think I was channeling the late great Michael Cole there..

Jimmy Yates: Wait, Michael Cole isn’t... oh nevermind.

With Hazard down on the ground, Rawlings makes an obscene double fist and elbow hand gesture to the crowd that the F/X Network even had to blur out for FCC sakes. Focusing back on Hazard, Rawlings drops a quick double leg drop across Hazard’s abdominal region, rolling backwards onto his feet after the impact. With Hazard stunned on the mat, Rawlings cinches in a leg grapevine arm bar submission. Hazard cries out in pain, and Rawlings screams at Rollins, "ASK HIM!".

Alan Ducard: I think Stephen saw what we all saw, too. Hazard DID land awkwardly on the shoulder and now he’s like a shark smelling blood in the water. He might have him here if he can cinch it in securely. With that grapevine, he just might have it!

Writhing in absolute pain, Hazard tries to turn over so that he has Rawlings in position for a pinfall, but Rawlings uses all of his leg strength to keep Hazard grounded. The fans begin clapping their hands and chanting, "LET’S GO HAZ! LET’S GO HAZ!", and Hazard’s hand balls up into a fist, shaking it and motivating himself to beat this maneuver and gain some momentum. Rawlings shakes his head, and Hazard manages to roll over into a makeshift roll-up on Rawlings.

One!!

Two!!

Using all of his upper body strength and with Rawlings still in a grapevine around his arm and shoulder, Hazard reaches down and LIFTS Rawlings completely from the ground... and SLAMS him on the back of his head into the same pinning maneuver. Rawlings showing true grit here and holds on..

One!!

Two!!

Hazard lifs him up a second time and SLAMS him as hard as he can on the back of his neck. Rawlings’ face is cherry red as he spits and mutters, fighting through the pain and holding onto Hazard’s arm, hoping to rip it out of its socket..

One!!

Two!!

Hazard lifts Rawlings AGAIN, and this time he uses some very pissed off strength to propel Rawlings all the way up into the air for a complete powerbomb. Rawlings looks wide-eyed and he finally lets go of the submission hold while up on Hazard’s shoulders. Hazard stumbles back a little bit from the amount of strength he used to hoist Rawlings up from a dead lift, THREE times, and Rawlings senses a window of opportunity slowly opening. Looking for an impromptu sunset flip from this position, Rawlings attempts to slide down behind Hazard’s back... but Hazard catches Rawlings’ feet and in one fluid motion he DROPS back with a modified version of the backdrop driver, almost like an over the shoulder back-to-belly piledriver or a Kyrptonite Krunch.

Alan Ducard: FLATSCAN!! Well, more or less anyway...

Jimmy Yates: INCREDIBLE!! He pulled that out of nowhere!!

With Rawlings unconscious, Hazard just lays back on Rawlings’ body, exhausted from the amount of energy he just expended getting himself out of the submission predicament..

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen... the winner of this match... and STILL the F/X NETWORK CHAMPION... THE ONE MAN RIOT.... HAZARD!!!

Alan Ducard: Hazard retains again!! Man this guy is racking up an impressive array of title defenses!!

Kenji: Isn’t this…isn’t it what you wanted? Speak up, Rawlings, I can’t hear you.

With his right hand around Rawlings throat he obviously cannot answer but is aware enough to be visually shaken. Kenji slowly licks his lips, savoring every moment of terror in the eyes of Rawlings. In a rather surprising act, Kenji lets go of Rawlings throat and holds both his hands in the air with the glass shard in his left hand.

Kenji: You wanted this, right?

Kenji slowly starts to nod his head downward at Rawlings.

Kenji: This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?

Kenji leans down so he is inches away from Rawlings face, Kenji brings the shard of glass up to his own forehead…and slowly drags it across his own flesh. The crowd falls into a silent hush.

He doesn’t scream and he doesn’t flinch, his eyes never leave Rawlings. He finally drags it all the way across his forehead as blood begins to dribble out of the deep wound on his forehead. The blood starts to dribble onto Rawlings’ face as he starts to squirm to try and get away from Kenji. But Kenji latches onto Rawlings throat again and forces him to stay where he is. The blood on Kenji’s forehead begins to pour onto Rawlings face, causing him to flinch and squirm even more.

Kenji: You wanted this…

Kenji’s eyes become wide and almost seem to vibrate with rage as he watches his blood form on the face of Rawlings.

Kenji: YOU WANTED THIS. YOU BROUGHT THIS OUT OF ME, ISN’T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED!? DIDN’T YOU WANT THIS!?

Kenji drags his forehead across Rawlings face, forcing the open wound across the eyes of Rawlings as he desperately tries to wriggle free of Kenji’s grip. The crowd remains silent, Kenji’s angry roars can be heard throughout the arena without a microphone with ease.

Kenji: I’M GIVING YOU EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED! YOU WANTED THIS! YOU AND ALL THESE PEOPLE WANTED THIS! AREN’T YOU HAPPY FOR ME!? AREN’T YOU HAPPY!? YOU WANTED THIS! NOW IT’S ALL YOURS…ALL YOURS! HOW DO YOU LIKE IT!? TELL ME! I CAN’T HEAR YOU, RAWLINGS! SPEAK UP, SPEAK UP!

Kenji’s mouth remains open as drool seeps out of his mouth like a dog infected with rabies as it mixes on Rawlings’ face with the pool of blood that came from the wound on Kenji’s forehead.

Kenji: I CAN’T HEAR YOU! WHAT’S WRONG!? WHAT THE FU*K IS WRONG!? ISN’T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED!? SAY SOMETHING! YOU WANTED TO SEE THIS DIDN’T YOU!? DIDN’T YOU!? HOW DO YOU LIKE IT!? IS IT WHAT YOU EXPECTED! TELL ME! TELL ME GODDAMIIT! TELL ME!

Without another word Kenji simply lets Rawlings go and stands up, blood freely flowing down his face from a wound he cut in his own head. Rawlings clumsily scurries out of the ring visibly distraught as he tries to get Kenji’s blood off of him. Kenji simply stands in the middle of the ring with his arms outstretched to both sides while staring down Rawlings. The crowd remains in a stunned silence.

Kenji: I’m coming for you.