Jimmy Yates: Maya is keeping himself several steps ahead of FLASH Dynamite for the time being!

Bryan Harris: But once FLASH catches Maya it could, and probably will be, all over, Jimbo!

Maya rushes at FLASH and leaps up, landing with his feet on FLASH’s hips, and holding the back of FLASH’s head, he starts to lean back for a monkey flip, but FLASH holds him up under his knees and tosses him sideways over the top rope, and Maya lands with his feet on the apron! FLASH turns back to Maya just as Maya leaps up and thrusts his right foot up to kick FLASH in the side of the head! FLASH stumbles back before dropping to a knee, and Maya immediately springboards to the top rope and catches FLASH by the head, riding him down with a bulldog!

Jimmy Yates: Maya just drove FLASH’s face into the canvas!

Alan Ducard: This could be it!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--!

FLASH shoves Maya off of him forcefully, and Maya quickly gets to his feet as FLASH pushes to a knee. Maya kicks hard into FLASH’s chest, and then snaps into him with a second kick. Maya turns and sprints to the ropes and rebounds off of them quickly, but FLASH explodes off his knee and catches Maya with a tilt-a-whirl, spinning Maya up onto his shoulders, FLASH snaps back with a Samoan Drop and Maya bounces off of the canvas hard and rolls under the bottom rope to the outside!

Bryan Harris: FLASH Dynamite showing you, and all the world, why his name is FLASH! Did you SEE how quickly he did that?!

Alan Ducard: Surprising speed in a whole new sense of the word from the big athlete, I’ll grant you that.

FLASH rolls out of the ring after Maya and pulls him to his feet right away before pressing him up over his head and dropping him chest first across the security barricade! Maya bounces off the steel and collapses to the floor at ringside! FLASH grabs Maya up from the side, under his left arm, and scoops up under his leg before throwing him through the top and middle rope, back into the ring. FLASH follows Maya in and pushes down on his chest with both hands!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--!

Maya kicks both feet hard and rolls his right shoulder off the canvas!

Bryan Harris: Notice how FLASH pressed on Maya’s chest while he was covering? That’s called strategy. He had already started to damage the ribs, and when covering he pushed all his weight into those ribs to hinder breathing and inflict more pain at the same time. That right there is one of the reasons why the Flying Avengers are one of the greatest teams in wrestling.

Jimmy Yates: … I’m sorry, what? Since when did you became the spokesman for men in masks?

FLASH looks down at Maya and leaps up, dropping both knees into Maya’s chest before pressing both hands into his chest again for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Maya kicks out hard once more, and this time FLASH grabs him under his arm and pulls him to his feet. FLASH grabs Maya by his hair and slings him into the nearby corner and rushes in, driving his right forearm into Maya’s face with an audible snap! FLASH grabs Maya by the hair and walks away from the corner, dragging Maya behind him, FLASH turns and drives his right arm into Maya’s chest with a lariat that spins Maya inside out!

Alan Ducard: I’m not going to go on a diatribe to describe to you what that just did to Maya, you can see it for yourself folks!

Jimmy Yates: FLASH has been absolutely relentless since weathering Maya’s early flurry!

FLASH holds both his arms out, flexing them and eliciting loud jeers before finally turning and covering Maya, this time with a hand in his face and a forearm against the ribs.

ONE!

TWO!

T--!

Maya kicks out once more, and FLASH glares up at the referee as he gets to his feet. FLASH turns slowly and grabs Maya by the hair and starts pulling him up. Maya wraps his hands behind FLASH’s head and drops sharply to his knees, driving FLASH’s chin into the top of his head, and FLASH stumbles back! Maya pushes to his feet and then suddenly dropkicks FLASH in the left knee! FLASH drops to his knee hard as well as on his hands. He pushes off his hands as Maya rushes off the ropes and leaps onto his shoulders, snapping off another hurricanrana, this time it drives FLASH’s face into the canvas thanks to the much lower angle!

Alan Ducard: Maya just found himself an opening! This could be it!

Maya quickly scrambles and pushes FLASH over to his back, hooking both legs deep!

ONE!

Bryan Harris: No way!

TWO!

THR--!

FLASH kicks his left shoulder up off the canvas! Maya slowly gets to his feet and then stomps down on FLASH’s chest before running to the ropes, Maya springboards off the middle and launches backward with a moonsault, but FLASH rolls under him out of the way and Maya lands on his feet! Maya rushes at FLASH as FLASH gets to a knee and wraps his arm around his head, running up the ropes Maya swings around looking for a tornado DDT! FLASH holds under Maya’s thighs and spins full circle and shoves Maya off of him over the top rope, sending Maya crashing down chest first against the edge of the ring!

Jimmy Yates: Maya was looking to put the much larger masked man down, but it wasn’t meant to be!

Bryan Harris: FLASH used his ring awareness and his raw physical ability to regain control. That’s called talent, Jimmy-Jam, not luck like you’re implying!

FLASH bends through the middle and top rope and grabs Maya by his hair, pulling him up onto the apron, FLASH releases him and then leans back over the top rope, grabbing Maya by his hair and the back of his tights, FLASH rushes toward the corner and shoves Maya hard into the steel ringpost along the apron, and Maya crashes down to the arena floor! FLASH steps through the ropes and drops down to stand over Maya at ringside before grabbing him up by his hair and throwing him carelessly under the bototm rope. A fan at ringside yells something at him, and FLASH moves closer to the guard rail to exchange words with the young man.

Jimmy Yates: FLASH Dynamite having a few words to say to some of our ringside fans tonight!

Alan Ducard: They don’t appreciate his attitude, and they’re letting him hear all about it…something I’m sure he’s not accustomed to.

FLASH turns back to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and pushes Maya onto his back, covering him with all his weight.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

Maya kicks out, and FLASH glares up at the referee again as he grabs a handful of Maya’s hair and pulls him up to his feet with him. FLASH throws Maya into the nearest corner and lunges into him with a hard back elbow that slumps Maya down. FLASH grabs Maya’s ankles as Maya grabs the ropes to try and steady himself, and FLASH pulls out hard on Maya! Maya releases the top rope and lands on FLASH’s shoulders and snaps back with another hurricanrana that sends is face into the second turnbuckle!

Bryan Harris: How is Maya still fighting after the punishment FLASH has put him through?

Alan Ducard: I’m not sure, but that hurricanrana may have bought him quite a bit of time to recuperate!

Maya slowly gets to his feet as FLASH turns in the corner, holding his jaw tightly. Maya rushes at FLASH and FLASH ducks down to launch Maya up and over with a back body drop, but Maya grabs the top rope and swings his legs back down onto FLASH’s shoulders, over his back, Maya shoves off from the ropes, spinning both of them 180 degrees, before Maya snaps forward and pulling FLASH back by the head with his legs wrapped tightly around it, spiking FLASH into the canvas with a flipping piledirver out of the head scissors!

Bryan Harris: Holy!

Jimmy Yates: That was amazing! How did Maya do that?!

The fans cheer loudly as FLASH spikes off the top of his head and crumbles to the canvas! Maya scrambles to turn FLASH over and hooks both legs deep!

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--!

FLASH kicks his left shoulder off the canvas! Maya stumbles backward away from FLASH, his hands running through his hair as he looks at FLASH in disbelief. FLASH starts getting to a knee, and Maya looks at him and snaps a kick into his chest! A second kick follows before Maya hit’s the ropes and leaps up onto FLASH’s shoulders again for a hurricanrana, but this time FLASH holds onto his legs as Maya leans back, and FLASH swings him back up onto his shoulders before letting Maya slide down his body, FLASH quickly hooks Maya’s head in a front facelock while catching Maya’s shins on his thighs, FLASH snaps back with the cradle DDT, spiking Maya’s head into the canvas! FLASH turns over and hooks both of Maya’s legs!

Alan Ducard: The Dynamite Drop, emphatically!

Jimmy Yates: Maya danced with what brought him, but this time got caught in the act!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The bell sounds and FLASH pushes off of Maya’s limp body, raising his arms in the air, as “I Don’t Care” by Fall Out Boy plays and Josephina Colbert raises the microphone to her lips.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, FLASH! DYYYYYYYYYYYNAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!

Bryan Harris: Haha! Wow, I’ve never quite seen something like that!

Alan Ducard: You can be sure that this will likely only embolden The Flying Avengers going into the LEGACY XV pay per view, as they now have some bragging rights with this victory.

Jimmy Yates: Sure, one member of the Flying Avengers might have beaten a member of Tres Bien, but let's see what happens when it's a tag match, because that's the division these guys are competing in, not the singles division.

Warning Shot

The camera gives us a view of an empty stretch of hallway for a moment, then Hazard turns the corner. His head is tilted slightly down and his eyes are locked straight ahead. He's not in his ring gear yet, still wearing jeans, a pair of Doc Martin-esque shoes, and an imitation authentic Waylon Jennings 1976 tour t-shirt. He shoulders past the cameraman, who swings and follows Hazard until he stops at a door.

He tries the doorknob, but it doesn't move. He tries it again, a little more forcefully, but it still doesn't give. Without further notice, he simply puts his shoulder into the door from one step away and pops it open. He takes a few quick steps into the room, grabs the man sitting on a bench lacing his boots up by the collar of his t-shirt, pulls him up and holds him against the wall.

Both men are in profile, and we see that the target of this aggression is Kenji Yamada. The camera is tightly framing both men's faces - irritation and intensity coloring the F/X Network Champion's face, and a somewhat bemused annoyance on Yamada's.

Hazard: Here's the deal. Last time out, you interfered on my time. You decided to take something that was between me and Rawlings and make it about you. I don't particularly care about what you two do in your spare time, but my time is my time. If you want to share my time, you can sign a contract. Otherwise, the next time I decide to interrupt YOUR time..won't be nearly as peaceful. See you in the ring, Kenji.

Hazard releases the collar of Kenji's shirt and leaves just as quickly as he entered.

Wicked Besmirchment

The scene is the hall-ways of the LEGACY back-stage area as Justin Moreno is walking back-stage. Justin is wearing a short-sleeved black button-up sport shirt with a black fedora, baggy black leather pants, and aviator sunglasses with a silver cross around his neck. He looks at the door with his name on it and opens it to go inside.

Justin steps through the door, and as he flicks on the light switch, his breath catches in his throat. J-Mo’s eyes travel from side to side very slowly, his gaze taking in the walls and the ceiling of his locker room. The Surf-City Show Stealer takes a few shaky steps into the room, his eyes still wide and shocked.

The camera rotates, and we see that EVERY INCH of J-Mo’s locker room has been plastered with photographic screen-caps from Allison Moreno’s sex tape. Some of the screencaps have been blown up to poster size, showing Allison in varying forms of sexual perversion.

Moreno looks up, and he sees that even the ceiling is covered in porn, his wife staring down at him from all sides of the room, her gaze misty and confused with the influence of narcotics, her emaciated body being assaulted by numerous strangers. Suddenly the plasma television in the corner clicks into life, and a wet slapping sound invades the room, followed by moans and groans, Allison Moreno bent over on the screen, and all else is blocked out by LEGACY censors.

In the very middle of the room, all the strength goes out of Justin’s legs, and he collapses down to the floor on his knees, his eyes glued to the plasma television. Once again his haunted gaze takes in his surroundings, seeing his wife at her very worst in all forms of sick-minded carnality.

Justin’s gaze happens to wander over to the only clear section of wall, and there he sees a message written in dripping red paint, the letters large and jagged.

“WHERE’S YOUR GOD NOW, BOY?”

Justin’s jaw clenches, his face pulling up into a mask of rage. Little veins pulse at J-Mo’s temples, his lips pulling back as anger causes his whole body to SHAKE. Suddenly Moreno leaps up to his feet, and jumping into a full rotation he drives a VICIOUS spin kick into the plasma screen, shattering the TV and knocking it back, effectively putting an end to the vulgar footage.

Moreno pauses, looking down at the remnants of the television, and then ever so slowly he raises his hands up to look at them. His hands are shaking with hatred, trembling with the thought of taking vengeance of the swiftest kind. A little whisper escapes Justin’s lips, the words carrying such intense weight, such EMOTION.

“Issac…you...bastard. You’re dead."

"You…are…dead.”

Moreno then looks up at all the photos with a look of fury, disgust, and rage as he takes a chair in the locker room and repeatedly smashes it up against the walls, knocking holes in the pictures and smashing the remnants of the plasma television as he lets out a blood-curling primal scream, dropping to his hands and knees, shaking in absolute anger with his hands buried in his face, fighting back the tears welling up in him.

Jimmy Yates: No family love inside this squared circle, as it has been all business from the first bell.

Bryan Harris: It's called tough love Jimmy, Junior is giving his little brother a first hand look at what to expect in the ring from the other legacy superstars.

As Paul Jr. plays up to the crowd Harrison sneaks up behind him and attempts a school boy roll up.

One

Two

Junior kicks out and is instantly up to his feet. He grabs Harrison by the wrist and whips him into the ropes, and hits a perfect back body drop followed by a quick elbow drop. he gets to his feet and walks over to the corner of the ring and bends down as his father motions him to come over.

Alan Ducard: Paul the first giving Paul the second some advice on what to do next, but we have to wonder why he isn't showcasing his sons in a six man tag, or a regular tag team bout instead of against each other.

Bryan Harris: Obviously nobody knows these brothers better then themselves so what better way to showcase their talents to the Legacy front office.

Junior heads back to the center of the ring as Harrison gets to his feet and the two lock up in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie-up. Junior whips Harrison into the ropes and Harrison rebounds sliding between Juniors legs and hoping to his feet and delivers a standing dropkick to the back.

Paul Jr. stumbles forward but stays on his feet as he turns around he runs forward and hits Harrison with a running knee lift shades of the great Harley Race. He then grabs his brother and whips him into a near by turnbuckle and follows up with a stiff clothesline. Harrison slumps in the corner, Paul Jr. takes a few steps back and run in with a knee lift, but at last second Harrison rolls out of the way and onto the floor at ringside. He is laying at the feet of his father. He gets up and Paul Sr. tells him to get back in the ring.

Jimmy Yates: You would expect that maybe Paul Sr. would give Harrison some advice like he did Jr.

Bryan Harris: He did, he just told him you can't win a wrestling match outside the ring.

Harrison slides under the bottom rope and immediately Junior gives him a solid stomp to the back. He delivers another stomp then pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes, as he rebounds jr. picks him up and delivers a tilt a whirl backbreaker, but instead of dropping him leaves Harrison stretched over his knee. One hand holding Harrison's knees down so he can't kick him, the other at the top of his chest. The ref checks if Harrison wants to submit, but Harrison shakes his head no. Paul Junior lifts Harrison up again but this time slams him down to the mat. Instead of making the cover Junior stands up and showboats some more.

Alan Ducard: Paul the second is showing off, and even though he's only wrestling his brother this may not be a good idea, because anytime you can go for a pin and you don't it could cost you the match.

Junior again steps towards the side of the ring to get some words of advice from his father.

Jimmy Yates: While Paul Sr. is outside giving advice to Junior, one has to wonder where Boyd the big little brother is?

Bryan Harris: All this Paul Sr. & Paul Jr. talk is giving me American Chopper flashbacks. Boyd is probably the Mikey of the family which means he's probably at home exploring his coke habit nursing a bottle of Jack...

Junior returns his focus to Harrison who is getting to his feet holding his back. Paul pulls him up and is about to send him into the ropes again, but Harrison spins behind him and sweeps his feet out from underneath him. Paul Jr. is frustrated and gets to his feet quickly leveling Harrison with a big boot.He grabs Harrison's legs and rolls him over into a Boston crab pulling back to put pressure on the spine. The ref checks to see if Harrison wants to submit but again he shakes his head no as he reaches out towards the bottom rope. He almost has his fingers on it when Paul Sr. shouts something. Junior stands up not letting go of his little brothers legs but walks forward pulling him to the center of the ring and sits back down re-applying the pressure.

Jimmy Yates: It looks like Junior might be making his way to the pay window shortly if he can keep that Boston crab locked in.

Alan Ducard: I wouldn't count out Harrison just yet. He may be the little brother but he definitely has something to prove, and he may be able to put an end to his big brothers bullying if he cant beat him hear tonight.

Almost like he heard Alan's words of encouragement Harrison pushes up with his hands and out with his legs with what energy he has left and it sends Paul Jr. toppling forward face first into the middle turnbuckle pad. Junior stands up slightly dazed and shakes lose the cobwebs, Harrison rolls to a neutral corner and massages his knee. Junior looks to ringside and gets a nod from his father and a smile comes to his face.

Junior runs and pulls Harrison out of the corner and gives him a knee to the face as he pull shim to his feet and picks him up for a suplex. He hooks the leg while Holding Harrison in the air and executes a fishermen suplex.

One

Two

Kick out

Sr. looks on from ringside slightly surprised at the kickout from his younger son. Jr on the other hand doesn't waste a moment as he quickly grabs Harrison and rams him back first into the turnbuckle.

Jimmy Yates: Looks like someone is done showboating and is getting down to business.

Junior pulls Harrison to the center of the ring and sets him up for a Russian leg sweep, but throws him forward first slamming him into his knee before lifting him back up and hitting the side russian leg sweep he calls the "ROTC Drop Out". He quickly makes the cover and after a gesture from his father he hooks the leg.

One

Two

Three

Josephina Colbert: Your Winner: Paul Saunders Jr.

Junior gets to his feet and slides out of the ring and after some words from his father about the match he reaches into the ring and pulls Harrison out and helps him to his feet and the Saunders family makes their way back towards the locker room.

Madison: Laura! The *ssh*le is here!

(Reading her lips, we see her mouth "What do you have?" at Loco. A couple seconds later Laura, in her "Milk and Cookies" jersey t-shirt and black pants with matching shoes and hair brushed back and down, appears. The sight of Loco causes a scowl. Loco smiles innocently. He extends a small wrapped box.)

Loco Martinez: I come in peace. No little sarcastic exchanges. Since we all know I frequent your little fan board I know that your birthday was yesterday. So...

(He extends the box. Laura looks at it skeptically as she leans up against the doorway, blinking a couple times before shifting her gaze to Loco, to the box, and back to Loco.)

Laura: I assume you want me to open this in front you?

Loco Martinez: It'd help. It may not fit, and if that's the case I can get it resized.

(Madison looks quite puzzled at this, as Laura raises an eyebrow as she snatches the box and unwraps it revealing the type of box you'd find jewelry in. Laura flips the lid open and takes the content out. A shiny silver ring. Admittedly she looks quite confused at the nice gift.)

Madison: It's so pretty...!

(Laura quickly slips the ring on, sees it fits and then slips it back off. She holds her confused expression.)

Laura: Thanks.....I guess.

Loco Martinez: I figure with those Jonas Brothers wearing them, that you could join in the "crusade" or "spreading the word" whatever it is... plus with the amount of virgins that scurry around your boards I'm sure they'll respect the show of solidarity.

(Laura's eyes go wide. Madison has to work hard to stifle a laugh. Loco's face has stretched into a slappable cheshire cat grin.)

Laura: Wait a minute....you went to Catholic school too.....(her eyes narrow)....is this—

(Loco nods.)

Loco Martinez: Its a Purity Ring. I'm surprised you didn't know... or hell... have one already.

(Laura's cheeks flush, possibly out of embarrassment, possibly out of rage... most likely a nice cocktail of both. She seems a loss for words.)

Laura: Wow......just freaking wow. (she looks at the ring again and back at Loco) How do even know I'm "that?" For all you know "that" is long gone....and either way IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!! It's nobody's business but mine and I'm really sorry you can't figure that out. You have absolutely no sense of decency.

Madison: (changing to a scowl) Yeah, dude. F*ck off!

(Loco feigns being hurt.)

Loco Martinez: That's not much of a "thank you". I put a lot of thought into that gift. I... thought... it was... *he snickers evilly* PERFECTION!

(Laura takes the ring and chucks it, it bounces off Loco chest and skitters across the floor. She storms out of the dressing room, shoving her way past Loco. Madison stays behind, giving an “I don't know...” expression.)

Madison: That kinda crosses the line....(beginning to giggle) but it was pretty funny!

Loco shrugs innocently.

Loco Martinez: Hey, I thought maybe she'd like it. Plus then it'd quit all this "is she, or isn't she" talk. And what's more "milk and cookies" than a Purity Ring? She could score an assload of endorsements from Christian bookstores nation wide! ...

*They share a chuckle. Loco takes a deep breath and looks at Madison*

Loco Martinez: But now that we're alone... *Loco playfully grabs Madison by the hand* ... I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of coming down to the ring for my match with Cassidy?

(Madison looks a touch embarrassed she's received such an invite)

Madison: Awww....well, getting away from her isn't going to be a problem anymore, thanks to you. Lemme think about it.

(Loco smiles warmly.)

Loco Martinez: Well, I hope I see you out there.

“Well, well, well … what have we here?

“A has-been?”

“Nope, someone would have to have once given a damn about you.”

“Oh I know … you’re a never was!”

DJ freezes in his tracks and turns around slowly to see none other than the ToV Champion, Matthew Dawson standing in his wrestling gear w/a VIP t-shirt and the gold strapped around his waist. DJ turns around and glares at Dawson, and takes a step forward towards him, and Dawson backs up a step mockingly.

HOTN: Hey now, back off chump, I have a restraining order against black holes of success like you. I mean it was bad enough when you were riding Moxley’s coattails, but then you latched on to The Baron of Boring? I mean COME ON.

Dawson bows his head in mocking respect.

HOTN: Poor Baron, I guess that Charisma Cancer was terminal.

Dawson follows with an evil chuckle, and DJ’s fists ball up.

HOTN: You have to be heart-broken now that your meal ticket is gone, no tag team title shot for DJ Crappy.

Dawson looks down at his belt and runs a finger across his nameplate.

HOTN: I guess we can’t all be Elite Champions now can we.

Dawson looks up to Cassidy.

HOTN: Well kid, I guess I’d say “see ya later” but I don’t think I will. After your match with Loco tonight I’m sure it will be only a matter of time before you’re back working at Walmart along with the rest of the low class LEGACY fans. So …

Dawson shrugs and turns, taking his leave, but before he can make his exit, DJ speaks, actually rather calmly given Dawson's petulance.

D.J. Cassidy: Hey Dawson, your talk of Championships reminds me. I might not have a tag team title shot but I talked to the front office, and I do have a date with the Tao of Valor title. You see, I'm going to be facing you at LEGACY XV along with two other challengers for the title in an Ultimate X match.

Dawson's eyes grow HUGE at the news in shock, which brings a little smile to Cassidy's face.

D.J. Cassidy: So Matt, if I were you, I'd be shining that belt up really nice because the last time you'll have that strapped around your waist is when you make your entrance at PPV. I plan on taking that belt from around your waist. Hope that doesn't spoil your parade there, Matt, but as for me? I've got a match with Loco Martinez to worry about, so am-scray, if you will.

D.J. walks past Dawson confidently, leaving "The Highlight Of The Night" seething, and we catch him muttering "son of a ..." as the camera fades out.

Jimmy Yates: This young stud DJ Cassidy found himself on the losing side of things against Martinez recently, and tonight he’s looking to avenge that loss.

Bryan Harris: That’s not the smartest move on DJ’s part, Loco Martinez is a former World Champion, and I don’t think DJ has the skill necessary to take down THE Legacy Superstar.

Jimmy Yates: That’s a matter of opinion; personally I think Cassidy will make a statement here tonight, if anything he has the memory of his former tag team partner and friend, Herb Moxley, to keep him going.

Alan Ducard: And as we all know Loco made an example out of Mox, and we haven’t seen him since. If that doesn’t give DJ the drive he needs to beat Loco, then I don’t know what will.

Loco struggles and then pistons a thumb into DJ’s eye. Cassidy flails backwards while covering his eye, and Loco takes advantage, setting his feet and then sending a stiff super kick into DJ’s upper chest. Cassidy gets blasted down to the mat, the air cleanly knocked out of him.

Alan Ducard: That’s something you’re bound to see in this match, Cassidy is a ring technician while Martinez is quite the opportunistic devil, so I knew it was only a matter of time before Loco took the low road to get the advantage…

Bryan Harris: The important thing is that THE Legacy Superstar is now in control, and we’ve got perfect seats to watch as DJ Cassidy gets picked apart.

Martinez laughs, and then plants his boot onto DJ’s face and pushes him, taunting The Essence of Excellence to get back up to his feet. Cassidy struggles to rise, but Loco quickly moves in, drawing DJ in with a double underhook. Loco gazes out at the crowd, a chesire cat grin on his face.

Loco Martinez: LOCO DRIVER……OF DOOM!

Having screamed this promise to the masses, Martinez goes to lift up Cassidy, but he is promptly back body dropped down to the canvas. Loco wriggles in pain, and Cassidy takes a moment to gain his equilibrium.

Jimmy Yates: Loco Driver of Doom, yeah right. He hits that move like once every 20 years.

Alan Ducard: IF he’s lucky…

Bryan Harris: VERY funny. You know what else would be funny? If Loco sauntered over here and HIT you right in your sassy mouth, Jimbo!

Cassidy forces Martinez up to his feet, and then he blasts a european uppercut into the shelf of his jaw. Loco staggers back, but as he bounces off the ropes he comes back with a strong right hand that catches DJ right across the face. DJ reels, and Loco moves in, locking a hand around DJ’s throat, and gathering up everything he has, he lifts DJ up and flings him down to the mat with a cruiserweight chokeslam!

Jimmy Yates: Rare to see Loco go for that move, but since Cassidy is about the same size and weight as Loco, I suppose he was willing to take a chance.

Bryan Harris: And it was damn sure effective, Cassidy is laid out flat right now, and I’m sure he’s dreaming nerdy dreams about he and his ole’ pal Mox skipping through a dungeon full of hobgoblins or something!

Alan Ducard: Really, Bry? Hobgoblins?

Bryan Harris: Yeah! Get with the program ya foreigner.

Martinez makes the cover, grinding his elbow into the side of DJ’s face.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Cassidy throws a shoulder up at the very last moment, avoiding defeat by a mere millisecond.

Loco is right back up, and he begins to stomp down on Cassidy’s shoulders, relishing the shockwaves of excruciation he’s sending through his opponent’s body.

Alan Ducard: Wait a second, who the hell is that running down towards the ring???

Bryan Harris: Long hair flying, pretty young face, I’d recognize her anywhere; it’s that little trollop Madison Seton!

Madison hops up onto the apron, her hands on the ropes as she leans over; appearing as though she wants to strike up a conversation with Martinez. Loco spins around, ignoring DJ for the moment, his hands going out in a “what the hell” motion. Words are exchanged, although we can’t tell what they are.

Jimmy Yates: This is a bad time for Maddie to want to chat with Loco, the man’s in the middle of a match right now!

With Loco still distracted by Madison’s presence, DJ Cassidy rushes in a rolls Loco up into a schoolboy pin, using all the force he can muster to keep Martinez’s shoulders on the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, DJ CASSSSSSSSSIDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jimmy Yates: Oh my god, talk about an upset! With Loco preoccupied with Madison, DJ was able to roll THE Legacy Superstar up and pull off a HUGE victory!

Bryan Harris: What the hell was the meaning of this? I can’t tell if Madison was looking to help or hinder Loco, but regardless of her motives, she has cost Loco a match!

Alan Ducard: Looks like this drama hasn’t played out yet, here comes big sister, and she does NOT look happy…

Laura Seton is indeed stomping down to ringside, and grabbing Maddie around the waist she begins to drag her younger sister towards the back, admonishing her all the way. Madison struggles and protests immediately and the two head towards the backstage area while still arguing vehemently with each other.

Meanwhile Loco sits in the ring, his eyes WIDE with bewilderment and anger over the loss. He grinds his hands through his hair, smacking a palm against the canvas in frustration.

Jimmy Yates: Well regardless of what Madison’s intentions were here, it’s obvious that THE Legacy Superstar is FAR from happy with how things turned out for him tonight.

Alan Ducard: Well the night ended well for DJ Cassidy, he just picked himself up a blockbuster of a win over a former World Champion! I’d say the Essence of Excellence is looking pretty good right now..

X-Calibur: This bullshit... NEEDS… to stop. This bullshit… is GOING… to stop. One way… or another.

Fuming, X glares into the camera, then hands the microphone back to Cade.

Cade Sydal: Basically, what we're trying to say is...Mirage. Cronos. Get your asses out here...now. You can bring your two puppies, that's fine. We expect it...we invite it.

The AoD's theme music - "Fear Factory" - hits and the fans begin to boo loudly. Mirage and Cronos step out from the back, carrying their tag team titles on their shoulders. Both have microphones in their hands and they start to walk down the ramp before the music fades out just as they reach the bottom of the ramp.

The fans begin to boo loudly and shout for Cade and X to turn around just as Lucien Grey and Osamu Hayashi jump over the barricade on the opposite side of the ring. They slide into the ring and Lucien clubs X from behind as Osamu does the same to Cade.

Lucien pulls X around and swings a punch, but X blocks! X fires punches of his own, as Osamu turns Cade into a chop! Cade fires back with his own chop, and soon X and Cade both back Lucien and Osamu up. X and Cade both whip their respective foes off the ropes, but Cronos grabs Lucien's ankle and Mirage grabs Osamu's, and together they pull their Agents of Destiny allies out under the bottom rope! Cade sprints off the ropes and quickly leaps over the top rope, flipping over them and crashing into all four Agents on the outside before they can regroup! X quickly slides out behind him and starts stomping down at Cronos and Osamu, alternatively, before they can get to their feet, as Cade, Lucien, and Mirage all start to stir.

Jimmy Yates: The time for words apparently are over!

Bryan Harris: You think? These guys look like they want to kill each other!

Cade kicks into Mirage's chest then turns to deliver one to Lucien, but Lucien catches the foot and pulls Cade into a clothesline on the floor! X rushes behind Lucien and drives both arms into the back of his head, sending Lucien stumbling back to the floor himself. Osamu grabs X by the ankle, and X turns to stomp down on the offending arm, but that allows Mirage to come from behind and kick upward into the groin! X crumbles down, just as Cronos gets back to his feet and throws him back in the ring. Mirage turns and throws Cade back into the ring, and they both get in the ring themselves. Lucien and Osamu join them quickly.

Alan Ducard: This is about to get bad, it appears!

Mirage points at X, while talking to Lucien and Osamu, and they both spring into action. Lucien grabs X and turns him over, pulling him into a Camel Clutch, while Osamu grabs X's legs and hooks them for a Boston Crab, keeping X's body off the canvas. Mirage bends and pulls Cade up by his hair, right in front of X, and Cronos yells in X's face.

Cronos Diamante: You see this, X?! You better pay attention this time!

Mirage turns Cade and hooks him for a reverse DDT, and Cade starts wiggling to try and escape. Cronos turns and kicks hard into Cade's back, stopping the fight momentarily before Mirage lifts Cade upward and then turns his own body suddenly, catching Cade with a falling neckbreaker!

Bryan Harris: The Mourning Star! That's how its done!

Cronos drops on top of Cade, both hands pressed against his throat, yelling in his face, though his words are too jumbled together to really make them out on camera, before pulling him up off the canvas and swinging him right into a Torture Rack! Cade throws his elbow into the side of Cronos' face, while X struggles against the stereo holds placed on himself. Mirage moves and kicks X in the face, stopping him from breaking free just as Cade slips down behind Cronos. Cade turns and starts to rush to X's aide, but Mirage spots him and halts him with a kick to the abdomen, doubling him over.

Jimmy Yates: Someone's gotta come put a stop to this!

Cronos turns and pulls Cade upward into a full nelson before snapping back with a full nelson suplex, and rolls all the way back with him, locking him in a full nelson Camel Clutch; Ne Han! Mirage rolls out of the ring and forcefully pulls the chair out from under Josephina Colbert, before rolling back into the ring. Mirage grips the chair tightly as X and Cade are both forced to look across the ring at each other, held helplessly. Mirage swings the chair hard into Cade's exposed face, then turns and drives it right into X's as well! Both men are released from their holds, as the four men over them grin down at them, raising their arms in mock-victory and jeers shower the airwaves while garbage litters the ring!

A tapping against a microphone disrupts the airwaves, and all four Agents turn to the entrance ramp.

Smith Cartwright: That's enough of that.

Mirage waves his hand dismissively and the four start stomping down on Cade and X, and Smith yells into his microphone.

Smith Cartwright: I SAID ENOUGH!

The four turn back to him, shocked a little by the raising of his voice.

Smith Cartwright: You guys want to kill each other? That's fine. But it's not going down like this. You want to fight like animals? Well then, we'll let you do that...locked inside a cage!

The fans cheer loudly at the announcement, but Smith continues.

Smith Cartwright: At LEGACY XV, it'll be Mirage and Cronos defending the LEGACY World Tag Team Titles against X-Calibur and Cade Sydal inside a steel cage! Lucien and Osamu? Sorry boys, you two aren't invited! Now you four, get the heck out of that ring...

Mirage bends and grabs the mic discarded inside the ring earlier.

Mirage: Thanks, but I think we'll stay...we still have more work to do.

Smith Cartwright: I said LEAVE! And I suggest you do it now...I stopped their friends from coming out here and putting a stop to this, don't make me go back there and turn them loose.

Mirage and Cronos stare at Smith, while Osamu and Lucien give them questioning looks. Finally, Cronos nods his head slowly and heads toward the ropes, stepping through them and dropping off the apron.

Mirage: Don't we at least get our music?

Smith Cartwright: No. You don't deserve any fanfare for what you just did. You made your point...now just leave.

Mirage throws the mic down, obviously not pleased with that response, but he slowly makes his way to the ropes and steps through them and walks down the steps himself. Lucien and Osamu hesitantly follow. Cronos and Mirage pick their title belts up off of the floor at ringside and together the four slowly walk up the ramp, trading insults with fans along the way. They slowly pass Smith, staring him down, as Cade and X start to push up to their feet in the ring.

Alan Ducard: The first of the competitors in this match goes for a ladder, Dan Stein not wasting too much time at all.

Bryan Harris: Smart move, kid. You get that ladder in your hand, and it doesn't matter if you have enough time to climb up and get that belt, you can knock out some of the other guys and MAKE time!

Jimmy Yates: You've got a point, Bryan, but this match won't end until someone goes up a ladder and gets the F/X Network Championship, and the longer this thing goes on, the more people have to be aware that Kenji Yamada might find himself a ten foot tall steel implement to make a weapon out of!

Picking up one of the ladders which is laying next to the steel guardrail providing the separation line between the fans and the action, Dan Stein turns around and looks towards the inside of the ring. Seeing an opportunity, Dan Stein slides the ladder underneath the bottom rope, then grabs the middle rope. As he attempts to hop up onto the apron, he's suddenly grabbed from the back of his waistband and pulled backwards, sent wildly back-first into the guardrail.

Alan Ducard: A rabid fan has just...!

Jimmy Yates: That's no fan, that's RON BARKER!!

Writhing in pain, Dan Stein tries to get up from the arena floor, but Barker grabs him by the head and arm and rushes over and throws Stein into the steel steps, flipping over slightly to hit his neck and shoulders before slumping down to the arena floor, his body positioned awkwardly against the steel steps. After a moment's pause, Ron Barker dives in and sends an uppercut style elbow shot that connects to the side of Dan's neck.

Bryan Harris: Damn, Ron Barker used enough force to jar the steel steps!

With the fans all around the arena either stunned or booing, Ron Barker glares down at his handiwork, then hops back over the guardrail as LEGACY security and medical staff come down the ramp towards his position.

Jimmy Yates: What in the WORLD was THAT all about?!

The camera follows Ron as he exits up the arena steps, then switches back to Stein.

Alan Ducard: Up until a moment ago I hadn't seen or heard from Ron Barker in years, so I'm unfamiliar with why he might be targeting Dan Stein... but we've got a match going on here with some pretty high stakes!

* * * * Flash Forward * * * *

Hoisting Kenji up onto his shoulders, Crazy Boy looks out into the crowd, which starts to erupt in excitement. Shuffling his feet, CB starts to spin around and around and AROUND AND AROUND, holding Kenji into that fireman's carry position. After about a dozen rotations, the crowd yells out...

Crowd: Crazy Airlines!!!!!!

Jimmy Yates: (along with half the crowd) Destination....

Alan Ducard: (along with the other half) SAMOA!!!

On cue, Crazy Boy dives backwards with a Samoan drop, putting Kenji onto the mat. Crazy Boy tries to spring back up to his feet, but as he throws his fist into the air, his dizziness gets the better of him and CB drops to the mat. John Thomas stumbles into the scene and drives a knee into the back of CB's shoulder. Grabbing CB by the wrist, JT twists around into an armbar, immobilizing CB on the mat. Elsewhere, Hazard is outside the ring, looking at the options for ladders.

Bryan Harris: Maybe a little bit of doubt in his mind about picking up one of the weapons he used to build up his name for all those years? You gotta do it, Haz, or else that belt you've been bringing around lately is going to someone else!

Seeing one of ladders which apparently suits his liking, Hazard lifts one up off the ground and returns to the ring with it, entering under the bottom rope. Returning to his feet, Hazard expertly sets up the ladder, positions it underneath the belt, then starts climbing. Kenji Yamada, first spotting John Thomas wearing down Crazy Boy, grabs JT and tosses him aside. Yamada then spots Hazard climbing the ladder, and he starts to climb on the other side, grabbing Hazard's hand and shoving it off, causing Hazard to drop down a couple rungs. Before Kenji can climb up too much further, he's grabbed from behind and pulled off the ladder by John Thomas, who quickly starts to ascend in Kenji's place.

Alan Ducard: Thomas looking to race Hazard up the ramp...

Before JT can get much further, Kenji grabs him from behind and pulls him down, then jolts the ladder enough to cause Hazard to drop down a few rungs again. Then Kenji and Hazard start climbing up as quickly as possible on opposite sides of the ladder, both getting near the top rather quickly - a sense of purpose behind their strides. A huge right hand, Hazard knocks Kenji Yamada backwards, hard enough to cause Kenji to lose his grip, knocking him off the ladder. Just a few rungs of the ladder left to climb, Hazard takes another step up and then looks down in time to spot Crazy Boy shaking the ladder near his shin. Hazard tries to kick out, but CB moves aside quickly enough to avoid getting kicked. With a hard shoulder, Crazy Boy knocks into the ladder hard enough to cause it to start to tip, and Hazard hops off, landing on his shoulder, and he rolls aside.

Bryan Harris: I guess all that practice at falling off a ladder this past week actually helped Haz...

Getting to his feet, Hazard gets rocked with a right hand by John Thomas, who then grabs Hazard by the wrist and tries to twist around into a standing armbar, but Hazard ducks underneath and is able to wrap his around around John's waist, maneuvering in behind him. Hazard lifts JT up off the mat as if to go for a belly to back suplex, but he then spins around and slams John down face and chest first into the mat.

Alan Ducard: Some great wrestling skill on display by Hazard, who not only gets a reversal, but pulls off a nice slam in the process.

Bryan Harris: Don't get too excited, he's still just a Tough Guy who wants to be taken seriously.

Jimmy Yates: Well this title reign he's been on is doing well for that!

With his hand formed into something of a claw, Kenji Yamada lashes out, striking Crazy Boy in the side of the head, knocking him down to his knees. Grabbing CB by the arm, Kenji pulls him up off the mat and sends him into the corner with an irish whip, and the moment Crazy Boy hits back first, Yamada rushes in and sends a clothesline into Crazy Boy. Turning around, Kenji spots Hazard in a nearby corner with his back turned, focused on John Thomas who is on the mat, and Kenji rushes over and drills Hazard with a Yakuza Kick, sending him down to the mat.

Bryan Harris: Look at the carnage created by Kenji Yamada in such a quick period of time!

Jimmy Yates: The only one on the mat who wasn't put there by Kenji was John Thomas... and if this weren't a ladder match, I think that might be Kenji's next target!

After surveying the carnage, Kenji drops to the mat and looks at Hazard's dazed face up close, then rolls to the side to exit the ring. Pulling back the ring apron, Yamada starts looking for something, and the crowd starts booing. The camera switches over to show Stephen Rawlings moving down the ramp at an accelerated-but-cautious pace. Back at ringside, Kenji pulls a ladder from underneath the ring, props it up on the apron and then hops up. As he holds the ladder, Kenji positions his implement and attempts to move back in through the middle rope, but the ladder is grabbed from him and pulled away. Despite being mostly back in the ring, Kenji looks back and sees Stephen Rawlings backing away from the ring with the ladder in his grasp and a smirk on his face.

Bryan Harris: This is not going to be Kenji's night, and Rawlings is making sure of it!

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, but at what cost!

Escaping back through the ropes, Kenji hops down to the arena floor and starts stalking around the ring, following after Rawlings, who is backing away slowly but methodically. When Yamada turns the corner and is within feet of the bottom of the ramp, he spots Chris Turner, who is standing a few feet away from the bottom of the ramp. Stopping in his tracks, Kenji considers his options.

Alan Ducard: Decision time for Yamada - does he chase after Stephen Rawlings, opening himself up to a probable attack from Stephen's cousin - Chris Turner? Or does Kenji go after Turner, keeping himself from getting attacked - while letting Rawlings go free.

Jimmy Yates: Either way, he'll get his hands on Stephen Rawl...

The fans erupt in cheers, stopping Jimmy in the middle of his statement as Crazy Boy rushed in and clotheslined Chris Turner into the steel guardrail. Turner switches his focus from Kenji to his aggressor, but not until after he's absorbed a few shots from the former No Limits Champion. Seeing his opportunity, Yamada sprints up the ramp, where Stephen Rawlings is already retreating, having dropped the ladder. A moment after Rawlings disappears through the curtain, Kenji follows him as the cheers continue.

Alan Ducard: The fans are excited about what's going on with Crazy Boy and Kenji Yamada, but we're about to have more action going on in the ring!

Having returned to his feet, John Thomas stands, hunched over, trying to gather his strength and figure out a way to continue. Hazard follows a couple moments later, but as he goes for a right hand on his challenger, JT blocks it, twists around into a hammerlock and then IMMEDIATELY drops Hazard with an assisted DDT.

Bryan Harris: GREAT MOVE by your NEXT F/X Network Champion!

Alan Ducard: He's been saying for a couple months now that he intends to reclaim championship gold, and this could be an opening...

Turning towards the corner, John Thomas starts climbing the turnbuckles, and then without a moment's pause he flips up and backwards, CRASHING down onto Hazard.

Bryan Harris: The Moonsault of Awesomeness!!

Having significantly impacted the champion, John Thomas rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and is only outside the ring for a moment when he gets a ladder and throws it into the ring under the bottom rope, then chases it back in. Returning to his feet, John wastes no time as he sets up the ladder directly underneath the F/X Network Championship, then starts climbing.

Alan Ducard: Rung after rung, slowly but surely John begins his ascent.

Jimmy Yates: I can't believe this! John Thomas seems poised to win this match, as Hazard is on a knee but he doesn't appear to have any idea what's going on!

As John gets to the top of the ladder, he reaches up and tugs on the belt a little bit...

...but it doesn't come free. The steel wire from which the belt is hung begins to sway, and John loses his grip on it. Waiting and watching for the force to wear off for a moment, John looks for his next opportunity to take the belt. Below him, Hazard gets his feet underneath him, falls sideways into the ropes, propelling him back towards the middle of the ring...

RIGHT INTO THE LADDER!!

THE FORCE TIPS THE LADDER...

JOHN FALLS INTO THE TOP ROPE... BOUNCING AND FALLING TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Alan Ducard: Huge break here for Hazard, can he capitalize?!

Jimmy Yates: Crazy Boy is outside the ring still dealing with Chris Turner... John Thomas is out... the coast is clear for him!

Using all his energy, Hazard sets back up the ladder, then reaches up to the highest rung he can reach from a standing position, and he starts to climb...

The fans' anticipation grows as he climbs, slowly... purposefully...

Bryan Harris: Come on, John, GET UP!! Kenji, COME BACK!!

His hands reaching the top of the ladder, Hazard pulls himself all the way up until his stomach is laying on the top of the ladder, physically spent. Hazard looks around him, then looks straight up, takes one more step up the ladder and grabs the end of one side of the Network Championship's straps and pulls downward, unhooking the belt. Putting the belt over his shoulder, Hazard puts his boots on either side of the ladder and then lets go, letting himself slide down the sides, ending up back on the mat, falling to his knees as the bell rings.

Josephina Colbert: The winner of the Ratings Grabber Ladder Match... and STILL Champion of the F/X Network... HAAAAAAZARD!!!!!

Alan Ducard: What a fantastic match, and the champion Hazard retains the Network Title in very impressive fashion!

Jimmy Yates: Four of the top competitors to...

Bryan Harris: Hold on, Jimbo, 'cause John Thomas has something to say!

After the match, John Thomas gets a mic in his hand and pushes himself up off the ground using the edge of the announce table. His legs are a bit shaky having just fallen so far, but he keeps at a vertical base. Seeing that he has something to say, the sound technicians fade under Hazard's theme song as not to interrupt John.

TMB: Most of you are looking very closely at this piece of gold and leather. And as you look at it, it represents different things to different people. For some it is a ticket to a bigger paycheck. Bait. Maybe more opportunity. And in some other person’s hands you could be right. In anybody else’s hand you would be on the money.

TMB looks at the title before looking back at the camera.

TMB: Unfortunately for you there isn’t an anybody or a somebody holding onto this title. There is only me. And I represent one thing for anyone looking to take this belt from me…PAIN. You see I’m not here to sell shirts. It just happens. I’m not here to sell DVDs or video games…it just happens. What I am here to do is to make sure is that once inside a 14 by 20 foot ring, there isn’t a soul that can match me skill wise, Power wise or anywhere near as violent. Technically, I am what you would want to be inside this sport. And the fact that I take that and use it to lead a division where anything goes says something. I am leading Legacy into the No Limit Era. Not as it’s crown jewel or king, but as it’s vicious shadow warrior that is feared. That when it is show time is a monster rivaled by no one. Bring your Garvins…Saunders or any beast willing. I am very easy to find my friends. On top of my throne, built on the backs of those beaten and the souls of those crushed.

TMB grabs the camera and points it towards the title then back to him.

TMB: This is the path to Hell. This is the walk to pain. And unless you are ready to reach down and make peace with the violence waiting, this is not for you.

A smile slowly creeps across the face of the champion as he makes sure his next words are properly heard.

TMB: But by all means, come and prove me wrong. I’ll make sure there is a seat waiting for you at the party.

TMB throws the title over his shoulder. He pushes the camera out of the way before fading into the shadowy hallway in front of him.

Bryan Harris: I guess you’re right Ducard, even with Laura it is still a six man tag – behold the power of PED’s!

Jimmy Yates: Good grief, you’ve already started, and we haven’t even got to the action yet, which I expect to be fast-paced and hard-hitting given the styles of all involved.

Bryan Harris: Fast-paced, hard-hitting – sounds like a victory in the making for the VIP.

Alan Ducard: You’re just willing to write off the chances of a veritable LEGACY legend, a former ToV Champion and Olympic Athlete, and the winner of the last Hawkins Tournament?

Bryan Harris: Yes I am Ducard – as debatably talented as they might be, they aren’t a bona fide TEAM. VIP’s track record as a team is well-established, and I’m sure The Highlight of the Night has been already working to assimilate himself into the group so that this is truly an elite team here in LEGACY.

Jimmy Yates: You might be right Bry, but the one thing I’ve learned in LEGACY is never sell anyone or any team short, especially one with a golden track record.

Alan Ducard: Well, gents we can debate this one for the rest of the evening, but why don’t we let the match footage settle it for us, shall we?

Open with a shot of Laura’s ass.

No really, it’s a shot of Laura’s ass, and she’s doing a split, or rather looking to hit "The Splits".

However, before any of the viewers can consider the sexual implications of such a view, they are instantly shaken by the echo of the sound of Laura’s palm being driven up into Ledge’s jaw, sending him up from his doubled over position, and staggering back to the ropes.

Jimmy Yates: Laura really put some "extra mustard" on that one.

Alan Ducard: Ledge has a clear advantage in size and strength James, but Laura has shown she doesn't mind a good brawl.

Laura returns to her feet and goes after Ledge, meeting him with a big chop, and then an uppercut shot to keep him standing straight. Laura then leaps up, wraps the legs, and flips Ledge back to the middle of the ring with the hurricanrana. The fans cheer as Laura pops back to her feet and motions for the buckles.

Alan Ducard: Laura is headed for the buckles, and it looks like that this world-class athlete is taking to the air.

Bryan Harris: Well, this is that time of the show then that I am contractually obligated to bring up "high risk-high reward".

Jimmy Yates: You have that in your contract?

Bryan Harris: I have a better agent lined up for my next negotiations.
Laura climbs the buckles, and upon reaching the top rope, she sizes up Ledge, and leaps off, dropping the leg down across his throat!

Alan Ducard: Top rope leg drop! Laura hits it and she's hooking the legs for the pin!

ONE

TWO

T-NO! Dawson is there with a stomp to the back of the head, breaking up the pin, and The Highlight of the Night prevents the birthday girl from picking up a big win here on Strife.

Bryan Harris: Birthday girl?

Jimmy Yates: Laura turned 29 on February 12th!

Bryan Harris: Ha! On the Marcus Marion age scale she'd be more than getting the senior discount.

Jimmy Yates: Well she is a top young star here in LEGACY, and she is showing why in this match.

Laura keeps on the offensive after shooting Dawson a dirty look for his interference, and pulls Ledge back to his feet, and delivers a dropkick that takes Ledge back to the ropes. Laura goes for the Irish whip, but Ledge reverses. Laura comes back on the rebound and goes for the flying clothesline, but Ledge bails, and Laura crashes to the canvas. Ledge gathers his bearings, and then moves in on Laura, kicking her immediately and pulling her into the standing headscissors, a moment later he plants her head first into the canvas with his version of the Canadian Destroyer.

Alan Ducard: The Fox Trot! Ledge plants Laura into the canvas head first, and now VIP has taken back control of this match. Ledge now pulls Laura to her feet and hammers her with a right hand, and another, and another, and now he steps in behind and scoops her up into the torture rack position. Laura spins off now and there's the Second Thought neckbreaker!

Bryan Harris: Back-to-back devastating maneuvers from Ledge, and now he's pulling Laura to the VIP corner and looking to tag out here.

Jimmy Yates: Of course Dawson is looking excited to tag in here.

Bryan Harris: And why shouldn't he be, this is his first match as an official member of VIP?

Alan Ducard: Ledge pulls Laura in front of the ropes and he makes the tag to Dawson, who slingshots himself over the ropes and lands with the senton-style splash on Laura!

Bryan Harris: What a display of athleticism! You talk about Laura being an athlete, but what about The Highlight of the Night?

Jimmy Yates: Yes he is a great athlete, and he is also a jack ass.
Bryan Harris: Well at least you admit he's a great athlete.

Dawson poses for a moment after hitting the splash, drawing jeers from the crowd, but those seem to almost motivate him as he turns and begins kicking away at Laura while she's down, channeling the crowd hatred into ferocity behind the kicks. Laura tries covering up, and as she does Dawson moves from her ribs to her head, and drops a knee on her skull. Laura stops struggling after the shot, and Matthew pulls her up to her feet. Dawson then hooks her, and takes her back up and over with a snap suplex. After the impact, Dawson is up quickly, and he brings Laura back to her feet to send her off with the Irish whip. On the return, Dawson catches her, and slams her into the canvas with the exploder suplex!

Alan Ducard: Dawson with the big suplex, driving Laura down into the canvas in the middle of the ring, and he's putting his foot on her chest for the pin!

Jimmy Yates: What a show of disrespect!

Bryan Harris: He's just showing his dominance!

Alan Ducard: Dawson flexes one arm with the pin!

ONE

TWO

And Dawson breaks up his own pin!?

Bryan Harris: I guess he's not ready for this one to be over.
Alan Ducard: Jester is shouting something at him from the corner, obviously unhappy about what happened, and he's jawing at The Highlight of the Night. Dawson is goading him now to get into the ring.

Jimmy Yates: He better keep his attention on Laura!

Alan Ducard: It looks like Dawson is calling out Jester, and Smiles is stepping into the ring ... CHOP BLOCK! Laura just DROPPED Dawson from behind, and now it's Laura's turn for a head shot, and she takes it!

Jimmy Yates: Dawson is down, and Laura is heading for her corner, and she emphatically tags in Jester!

The crowd roars in approval as Jester hits the ring, which causes Dawson's eyes to go wide, and he puts his hands up to beg off saying No, No, No! Jester looks, shakes his head, grabs Dawson by the head, and knees him right in the face!

Bryan Harris: Oh come on now, Dawson was asking for a fair fight, and Jester just took advantage of him, just like a clown at a birthday party of 8 year-olds.

Jimmy Yates: Oh stop, Dawson wouldn't know a fair fight if he was in it!

Jester pulls Dawson to his feet, and rocks him with a right/left/uppercut combination before delivering a kick to the mid section, and then sweeping the legs, taking Dawson's support right out from under him and rocking that "bad wheel". The crowd cheers for Smiles who pops up quickly as Dawson stays on the canvas rolling his targeted leg away from Jester.

Alan Ducard: Jester has a body part to work, and Dawson knows it. He's trying to stay away but Jester is too fast for him now, and Jester kicks at the bad knee. Dawson tries to cover up, but Smiles just takes a free shot to the jaw, and The Highlight of the Night crashes to the canvas like a ton of bricks!

Jimmy Yates: I wouldn't say Dawson has a glass jaw considering he has triumphed in a Last Man Standing match, but Smiles just caught him FLUSH there.

Alan Ducard: Flush enough that I think Jester is thinking about finishing this one already! Jester pulls Dawson up and ... VIRGINIA SIDEKICK! Jester with the cover!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Dawson gets the shoulder off the canvas!

Bryan Harris: That's the heart of a Champion right there, an Elite Champion!

Jester undeterred by the kickout, pulls Dawson to his feet, and scoops him up into the fireman's carry and the crowd goes crazy as they know what's coming. Jester is about to takes Dawson over, but Matthew reaches out and grabs the top rope, preventing the Side Splitter, and pulling himself down off Jester's shoulder! Smiles charges in but Dawson goes low and uses the drop toe hold to flips Jester forward and down throat first on the ropes. Dawson then tags in Adam Davis as Dawson gets running start, hobbled a bit by his leg, but he lands across Jester's back and steps through the ropes before leaving Adam Davis to take control.

Jimmy Yates: This is going to be a hec of a pairing here with both guys having significant striking games.

Bryan Harris: They both do, but the difference is in Jester's suplex tendencies but The Iceman's more advanced submissions game.

Jester begins pushing himself up off the ropes, and Davis is there and locks in the choke, but before he can tighten down, Jester flails out and catches the rope for the break. Davis breaks and Jester fires off a back elbow to knock him back, and Smiles following up by going low with the tackle, driving Adam down to the canvas. However, before Jester can get in a punch, Davis rakes the eyes, and moves the legs, and cinches Jester in a triangle choke!

Alan Ducard: Triangle choke! He has Jester cinched in away from the ropes, but here comes The Outlaw and there's a stomp into The Iceman's face to break the hold!

Bryan Harris: It is tough to get the most out of submission holds in the tag team scenario due to partners being able to break up the hold, but if anyone can do it Davis can.

Jimmy Yates: Well, that break up has given Jester some new life here, but can he make the most of it?

Upon the break, Jester rolled away to the ropes, and used them to get back to his feet as Davis regained a vertical base. Jester goes at Davis with his reach advantage and stuns Davis with a shot to the forehead. Smiles steps in on The Iceman, and hooking him and taking him over with a belly-to-belly suplex! Smiles pushes back to his feet and then immediately drops with the elbow to the forehead. Davis rolls over and pushes up to his feet, but Jester is there with the waistlock, and he takes Davis up and over with the German suplex! However, before the pin can start, Davis rolls off, and he catches Jester by the arm, and wraps the legs around the neck looking for the armbar, but Smiles powers through and rolls it into a pin!

Alan Ducard: Jester with the pin!

ONE

TWO - Davis releases the hold and kicks out!

Both men getting back to their feet, and Davis blasts Jester with a left, and another left, and another! Jester is staggered, and Davis with the kick - Jester catches the foot! Smiles catches the foot and pulls Davis in ... capture suplex! Davis crashes to the canvas and Jester is headed for his corner!

Jimmy Yates: Blade has that arm out waiting to make the tag ... he wants some of VIP right here, right now!

Alan Ducard: And Smiles makes the tag to The Outlaw, and here comes Greyson Blade! The Outlaw is in and he's on Adam Davis with the big right hand, and another, and there's the Irish whip ... big back body drop, and Blade hits the VIP corner with a right hand for Ledge, and Dawson high-tails it!

Blade turns back to Davis and he scoops The Iceman up, gets a running start, and powerslams Davis into the canvas!

Jimmy Yates: Blade is on a roll here, looking to unleash on VIP! Blade now pulling Davis up and there's the HARD Irish whip to the corner!

As Blade goes to punish Davis in the corner, Jester Smiles comes tumbling off the apron out of his corner!

Jimmy Yates: What in the world? Jester is on the floor, and he's brawling with Baptiste! That scum has come out here and interrupted this match to attack Jester!

Bryan Harris: What can I say, after what happened last Strife, Jester has it coming after his prank last week! He's getting his $3000 worth right now!

Jester and Baptiste begin trading blows on the floor as Blade rams home shoulder after shoulder on Davis in the neutral corner.

Jimmy Yates: Someone get Baptiste out of here! The referee, security, someone needs to get him out of here and to the back!

It's then that a clothesline from Jester sends the Frenchman over the barricade, and Jester follows in an attempt to give him a clown-shoe sized ass-kicking. Its then that Dawson slips through the ropes behind the official, and goes after Laura who was momentarily distracted by the Baptiste/Smiles dealings. Laura looks up in time to confront Dawson, but not meet him in the ring. There's a right hand from Seton to Dawson, but Matthew comes back with a shot, using his whole body to drive himself through the ropes and knock both of them to the arena floor!

Alan Ducard: Smiles and Baptiste are brawling in the crowd, Dawson and Seton have spilled out to the floor now as well, and Blade now pulling Davis out of the corner, and here comes Ledge out of his own corner, and there's a running knee to Blade's back! The Outlaw goes sprawling, and Ledge now drops the elbow on the back of Blade's head! Davis follows with a knee, and Adam now heads to the corner, and makes the tag to Ledge.

Jimmy Yates: Ledge is the legal man now, but Davis has his count of 5 to help here, and Ledge is up in front of Blade and Blade takes a swing, but Davis dropkicks him in the back of the head right to Ledge ... BIG DDT DEAD CENTER!

Alan Ducard: Ledge makes the cover!

ONE

TWO

THR-NO! Blade kicks out!

Bryan Harris: The Outlaw may have kicked out Al, but check out his corner! He has no partner! Baptiste took away Smiles, and Dawson is keeping Laura busy - this is a two-on-one!

Ledge pulls Blade up and hammers him with a succession of right hands before pulling Blade to the corner, and tagging in Davis. The quick tag then allows both men to hook Greyson and lifting him up with Ledge at the head and Davis at the feet. Ledge then drops with a quick neckbreaker, and Davis at the legs flips through with a jackknife pin!

Alan Ducard: Another pin attempt!

ONE

TWO

THRE-NO! Blade again somehow kicks out!

Bryan Harris: Yes, but to what end? He has no partner!

Davis after the failed pin, pulls Greyson back to their corner, and Ledge holds on to Blade, keeping him defenseless as Davis goes to work on Greyson with a barrage of lefts and rights before Blade begins staggering out of the corner down to his knees. Davis pulls him up and hooks, looking for the suplex, but Blade side steps and heaving Davis up, hits an Angleslam! The crowd roars with the impact, and Ledge charges him and Blade takes him up and down with the Outlaw Drop!

Alan Ducard: Blade has fought back against the numbers, and VIP is down! He's crawling to his corner, but there is no one there!
Jimmy Yates: He's has to hope that someone will be there for him, Jester returning or Laura! He's taken plenty of double-team abuse ... he can't continue to withstand that.

Blade crawls towards the corner as Ledge and Davis begin to stir. Blade continues pulling his massive frame along the canvas, and he collapses right in front of his corner, and there is no one home. Blade slaps the canvas in frustration and turns back to see Davis and Ledge starting to come towards him, and suddenly they stop? Greyson turns his head and looks up again ... and there is a hand waiting for him ... and the crowd goes crazy as he makes the tag ...

Alan Ducard: It's Patrick Kidd! Kidd is here and Greyson has made a tag, and here comes Kidd! Kidd is jacked up! He hammers Davis, and he tackles Ledge and here come the firsts! The official is over now and he's ... he's pulling Kidd off of Ledge?

Bryan Harris: Kidd isn't even in this match let alone the legal man!

Jimmy Yates: You can't be serious! He came to Blade's aid ... let them fight!

Alan Ducard: The official struggles to pull Kidd away, and some security now begin to head to the ring to break up the fighters.

The LEGACY crowd doesn't like this and begins to chant "Let Them Fight" as Kidd jaws with VIP and security separates them.

Alan Ducard: The bell is ringing and the official has thrown this one out, so ...

Before Ducard can continue, he's cut off by Smith Cartwright who has come out on to the rampway, a microphone in his hand.

Smith Cartwright: The match is officially thrown out, and it sure didn't go as we in the front office had anticipated - half the participants of the original match are missing, and two more have become involved who weren't booked in this contest.

Smith stops for a moment and listens to the "let them fight" chants, and smiles.

Smith Cartwright: Now, listening to these fans here it seems they want to see the four men still in that ring throw down, and you know what? It's going to happen, but it's going to happen the right way. Live on PPV. It's going to be VIP vs. Family Values, one more time, in a deathmatch!

The fans cheer as Smith continues.

Smith Cartwright: Falls count anywhere. Whomever gets pinned has to answer a standing 10 count. You four will settle this once and for all, and this won't be stopped, this won't be thrown out - come LEGACY XV be it VIP or Family Values, there will be a winner.

With that Smith turns and takes his leave, and security begins to get the fighters cleared from the ring and restore order.

Dark machinery, churning and roaring through gloom.

Wild brown hair, eyes like muddy soil.

Grizzled features, beard unkempt.

Black t-shirt, yellow smiley face imprinted, bloody dripping bullet hole breaks pleasantries.

Footsteps approach from the west, heavy and assertive.

Garvin’s bloodshot eyes roll in their sockets, seeing the man who has sat down beside him.

Skin so white, so blindingly white.

Teeth like razor-blades, a smile like butcher knives. The tongue of a snake, the eyes of a serial killer.

Fascinated eyes stare, nostrils flaring.

Issac stares back, his features gaunt, his expression full of good cheer.

The Pale Rider: I’ve brought you something.

Head cocks to the side.

Frank Garvin: Oh? A token of friendship?

The Pale Rider: Indeed. An artist needs tools, does he not?

Pallid hand reaches down, retrieves fresh duct-tape roll.

Frank’s eyes brighten, ruddy cheeks twitching, grin overtakes roughened face.

Entragian hands the tape over, Frank graciously accepts.

Frank Garvin: This match, the opportunity to make friends with a kindred.... It's a gift itself.

A gleaming shark-smile appears on Issac’s face, and he nods in understanding.

The Pale Rider: A gift we both can appreciate. Trust in me Frank, I’ll not lead you astray.

Heavy-haired head swivels, eyes growing deep and strange.

Frank Garvin: It’s time, isn’t it?

The Pale Rider: Oh yes, my friend, it is…

Garvin rises to his full height, and Entragian follows suit.

Two titan-sized monsters walk together down the corridor, side by side.

They head to where the arena opens up, they head towards…

The squared circle.

The place where friendships thrive.

The place where enemies die.

Jimmy Yates: This will be a stellar tag team match, no doubt about it Alan. The Surf-City Show Stealer teams with the big bull Gryffin Anselm, and we know from past interactions that these two men have a good deal of chemistry in the ring, they operate well together, and I think if they became an exclusive faction they really would take the tag team division by storm.

Alan Ducard: Now we all know the hardships Justin Moreno has suffered in the past few months, but light is finally beginning to shine again in this young man’s life. His wife Allison, a former drug-abuser, has rehabilitated herself and is once more a part of the Moreno family.

Jimmy Yates: Allison brought religion into her life, and I believe in doing so she has sparked new hope in the marriage, and Justin’s resolve has never been stronger than it is now. He’s been beaten, he’s been dragged through the dirt, but never once did he BREAK, he persevered through all that’s been thrown at him, and in my opinion Justin is a stronger human being because of it.

Bryan Harris: Well who’s done a lot of that throwing? The World Champion. Entragian’s on a mission gentlemen, he intends to RUIN Moreno’s life, Issac won’t rest until EVERYTHING Justin has, his family included, lies in ashes at his feet. There was a time when Issac viewed J-Mo as some sort of a “project”, but ever since Moreno defiantly resisted Issac’s manipulative pull, Entragian has been hell-bent on destroying this young superstar.

Alan Ducard: Very few men in LEGACY have been able to resist Issac’s temptations, over the years he’s manipulated men like Greg Allocca and Derek Shane into serving as his puppets, using them to further his own dark career, in fact the ONLY man to ever deny an alliance with Issac IS Justin Moreno.

Jimmy Yates: That says something about J-Mo’s character guys, he sees past Issac’s nefarious games, and he knows that associating with evil of that magnitude is NOT a good idea. He’s smart, he’s courageous, and he’s proving to be the thorn in the World Heavyweight Champion’s side, a thorn that just won’t go away…

Bryan Harris: Well we touched on the comradery Anselm & Moreno have with each other, but can you imagine what kind of team Frank Garvin & Issac Entragian will make? I swear someone in the front office must have a sinister sense of humor putting these two men together, what a mix of crazy and evil, I’m glad I won’t be anymore NEAR that ring when those two mastodons make their way out here.

Alan Ducard: Can you believe the emotion pouring out of The Surf-City Show Stealer? Ever since this match got underway, Moreno has been beating the LIVING HELL out of the World Champion!

Jimmy Yates: That big white bastard hasn’t even gotten one ounce of offense in, and frankly I’m not surprised, after seeing what Issac did to J-Mo’s locker room earlier in the night, I figured Moreno would be out for blood in this contest.

Alan Ducard: That was really a disgusting move on Issac’s part, decorating Moreno’s locker room in that filth, taking advantage of a weak time in Allison’s life and then shoving it right back into Justin’s face. That’s just the kind of man our World Heavyweight Champion is…he doesn’t care who he hurts.

Bryan Harris: You two idiots don’t see the beauty of what The Pale Rider did, he’s in Justin’s head now, plastering that room full of Allison’s porn has got J-Mo shaken, he’s bound to make a mistake in there soon, he’s so full of emotion, blinded by hatred and anger…

Entragian is rocked by the kick, his head lolling over to the side, but he manages to gather some power and push Moreno square in the chest, knocking him backwards. Issac then rockets himself away from the buckles, throwing an arm out and looking to behead Moreno with a clothesline, but Justin ducks the attempt, and with Issac’s back to him, Justin turns around and LEAPS over Entragian, grabbing his head in the process, before landing in a sitting position and connecting with a hellacious over-the-shoulder jawbreaker.

Issac staggers back, holding his jaw, and Justin is right back up and on the attack, moving in on Entragian and whipping a back-handed thrust right into the monster’s throat. Issac gags and drops down to one knee, and Moreno SNATCHES up a handful of white hair, pressing his forehead against the World Champ’s forehead. J-Mo stares into Issac’s eyes, perhaps right down into his black heart, his face looking like an avenging angel who bares only gifts of wrath.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t get over how heated Justin is in this match, everything he’s unleashing with is pure A-Game, and Issac hasn’t been able to combat any of this assault.

Alan Ducard: Personally I like what I’m seeing, a little righteous justice is being laid down in there, the serpent is being forced to crawl on his belly, and frankly that’s where Issac belongs.

Suddenly Issac shoots up a hand, locking an iron goozle around Moreno’s throat. J-Mo gasps; and Issac pushes up to his feet, and then he lifts Moreno straight up into the air for a chokeslam, but once Moreno is airborne, he LAUNCHES both of his feet into Issac’s face with a front dropkick. The albino monster loses his grip and falls flat on his back, while Justin manages to flip backwards after the dropkick and actually land on his FEET!

Moreno starts moving towards the downed World Champion after his feet touch the canvas, and once near Issac he rudely begins pulling the monster up to a vertical base, but Entragian slings a vicious right cross into the side of Justin’s recently injured leg. A cry of pain escapes Justin’s lips, and his leg gives out, his body dropping down to the mat.

Bryan Harris: And here we go ladies and gentlemen, Issac has found his opening, the prey let out a scream, and now it’s time for the beast to have his feast!

Jimmy Yates: A big disadvantage for Justin coming into this match is that ankle injury he suffered at Darkest Days, and I knew it was only a matter of time before Entragian found a way to exploit that.

A diabolical smile suddenly appears on Issac’s face, and getting fully up to his feet, he THROWS all of his weight down on Justin’s bad leg, and then he wraps one arm around the leg and with his right hand he begins to piston closed-fists into Justin’s limb, crushing his knuckles into the flesh of the thigh, the calf, and finally the sweetest spot of all, the ankle.

J-Mo howls with pain, and he begins to scrabble backwards with his hands, trying to create some separation between himself and the World Champion. Issac pulls him back though, and then he begins to just WILDLY smash his head down against J-Mo’s leg, driving headbutt after headbutt into the meat of Moreno’s weakened appendage.

Jimmy Yates: Entragian is like a man possessed, look at him, he’s a damned animal, he’s ripping that leg apart and using his own skull as a weapon!

Bryan Harris: You should have expected this Jimbo, Moreno tried to play hero in the early goings of this match, and now he’s paying for his crimes.

Entragian finally pulls his head back, his white hair tangled and messy, his eyes crazed, his killer’s teeth gritted together as he breathes heavily through his mouth. The Ivory Terror rises and he begins to drag J-Mo towards his corner by the ankle, and then reaching back he slaps the hand of a fresh Frank Garvin. Entragian then drops down and grapevines his legs around Justin’s leg, giving Frank a free shot.

Jimmy Yates: Here comes one of the strangest individuals on the LEGACY roster, the masochistic machine known as Frank Garvin.

Bryan Harris: This guy is as weird as they come, have you ever REALLY looked into this man’s eyes? They’re vacant; it’s like trying to stare into deep space. There’s something eerie about Garvin, and whenever I see him I feel a chill travel up my spine…

Alan Ducard: For once I agree with you Bry. Entragian is one thing, he’s evil, he’s crazy, we know what he’s about. I think the scary thing about Frank is we DON’T know what he’s about, there’s something so warped about him, something so mysterious and unsettling. Let’s just say that I wouldn’t want to meet him a dark alley…EVER.

Frank surveys the scene for a moment with his muddy brown eyes, and then he carefully steps over the top rope. Garvin runs a hand along his grizzled cheek, and then quite suddenly he JUMPS into the air and comes down with the point of his elbow driven right into the ribcage of Justin Moreno. Issac releases his grip on Justin’s leg and rolls out of the ring, seemingly satisfied with Frank’s maneuver.

Garvin stays on the attack, bringing Justin to his feet, where he promptly irish whips him across the ring, and on the rebound Frank swings one of his huge legs up into the air and forces Moreno to eat a big boot. J-Mo is blasted down to the canvas from the impact. Frank follows him, and very slowly he drops down to both knees, seeming almost to examine Moreno’s carcass for a moment.

Alan Ducard: What the hell does Frank have up his sleeve? I don’t even know if I want to find out…

Jimmy Yates: I know one thing, J-Mo needs to make a tag, he can’t weather the storm by himself in there for much longer, especially when dealing with two dinosaurs like Garvin & Entragian.

Garvin clamps a hand around Justin’s throat as he’s laid out on the mat, and from there he just begins to choke Moreno while using his other hand to push against the canvas for added pressure. Veins pulse in Frank’s ruddy forehead as he continues to choke J-Mo with every bit of power he can muster. The official starts his five count, and Frank breaks the choke just after four.

Bryan Harris: Garvin unmindful of the rules in there, this guy is all about inflicting pain, and as we know from experience, he loves to receive pain as well.

Jimmy Yates: Well if Moreno makes the tag and gets Anselm into this contest, I’m sure he’d be more than willing to give Garvin some of the pain he so desperately craves.

Garvin lifts up one of his heavy boots, intending to bring it down on Moreno’s chest, but at the last possible second Justin rolls out of harm’s way. Frank stalks after him, but it’s too late, Justin manages to dive towards Gryffin’s outstretched hand, effectively bringing him into the match.

Garvin goes to meet Anselm, swinging outward with a haymaker of a right hand, but Gryffin ducks the attempt and hits the ropes, and as he bounces off of them he SMACKS into Garvin with a tremendous shoulder block. Frank is knocked severely off balance, pin-wheeling his arms to keep a vertical base, but Gryffin gives him no time to recover, grabbing the big man up and spinning him down to the canvas with a Double A spinebuster.

Alan Ducard: And here comes Gryffin, putting bodies on the floor, I’d say right about now he’s the bull of these here woods!

Jimmy Yates: Anselm is one of the best in the business today, this is a BIG guy with BIG talent, and he damn sure knows how to clear a ring.

Garvin is laid-out flat on his back, and despite the pain he’s in, there’s obvious pleasure in those creepy eyes of his. Frank struggles to make it up to one knee, and Gryffin is already one step ahead of him, coming off the ropes fast and hard as he BURIES a knee-lift into Frank’s midsection. Garvin’s lungs expel all the air that was in them as he drops down to one knee, and Gryffin takes advantage, interlocking both of his fists and bringing them high, only to SMASH them down into Frank’s cheek with a polish hammer. Frank collapses down to the canvas on his belly, breathing harshly.

Bryan Harris: I think Frank could use a tag right about now, he’s taken quite a few high impact moves in there, and a fresher Entragian might be able to turn the tide of this match.

Jimmy Yates: Well if anything Issac has a little more experience dealing with Anselm, those two super heavyweights have fought before with the World Title on the line.

Gryffin hits the ropes, perhaps thinking elbow drop, but while the referee checks on Garvin, Issac slyly steps away from his corner and crushes a fist into the back of Gryffin’s skull as he bounces off the ropes. Anselm’s momentum is halted as he falls down to his hands and knees in the center of the ring, shaking his head back and forth to try and get his bearings.

Frank senses his opening, and getting quickly up to his feet, the deranged competitor leaps up and connects with a huge leg drop, blasting his leg right across the back of Gryffin’s neck. Anselm hits the mat face first, and Garvin promptly snatches him up to his feet, dragging a staggering Anselm over to his corner, where Garvin tags Entragian back into the match.

Jimmy Yates: Well the carnivorous World Heavyweight Champion finds his way back into this contest, and that’s not good for ANYBODY.

Alan Ducard: Issac had a hand in subduing Anselm, blasting that cheap shot into his skull, and it’s well documented that The Pale Rider packs one hell of a punch.

Issac steps over the top rope, and immediately he grabs hold of Anselm and locks up his arms behind his back, holding Gryffin so that he’s facing Garvin. Entragian tilts his head to the side, grinning his razor-tipped grin, and he yells to Garvin…”MAKE HIM SMILE FRANK!”

Garvin’s eyes seem to brighten, his bearded face pulling up into a strange smirk. Frank moves in and DIGS his thumbs into the sides of Gryffin’s mouth, pulling his mouth open into a forced rictus grin. Garvin really grinds at the flesh as hard as he can, with Anselm struggling against Issac’s grasp.

Finally Garvin pulls his thumbs away, and Issac takes that moment to grab the bottom and top portions of Gryffin’s jaw, where he begins to PULL, cranking at Gryffin’s jaw as though he wants to yank the bottom half right off of his face. Garvin exits the ring silently, watching Issac go to work with sick fascination. Gryffin cries out in pain, a few droplets of spittle flowing from his open mouth, and quickly Issac releases the hold and smashes the back of his elbow right into Gryffin’s hurt mouth.

Jimmy Yates: Jesus Christ, would you get a load of the brutality of these two? Garvin applying that nasty Crooked Smile, and then Entragian goes to work ripping and tearing at Gryffin’s jaw, I swear these two freaks operate like a well-oiled machine!

Alan Ducard: It’s scary how cohesive Entragian and Garvin have proved to be during this match, apparently they operate on the same twisted wave-length.

Instead of letting Gryffin drop to the canvas, Issac grabs his head and flips him down to the canvas with a snapmare. Gryffin lands in a woozy sitting position, and Issac quickly hits the ropes and runs forward, proceeding to drive both of his boots violently into Gryffin’s face with a low dropkick. Gryffin’s head snaps back and the base of his skull hits the canvas, the impact of the dropkick jarring him down to his very core.

Entragian marks his man, and then he moves over to a neutral turnbuckle, ascending to the top rope very carefully. Issac spares a glance over to J-Mo, running a thumb slowly across his throat in a cutthroat gesture as he stares holes through the Surf-City Show Stealer. Justin nods, mouthing the words “I’m gonna get you, you son of a bitch.” Issac smirks at this response; turning his attention back to Anselm.

Gryffin pushes up from the mat with his hands, gaining a wobbly vertical base, and as he turns around The World Heavyweight Champion ROCKETS himself off the buckles, crushing one big arm into Gryffin’s upper chest with a wicked flying clothesline. Anselm is driven down hard, his shoulders crashing down into the canvas, while Issac rolls through with his forward motion and pops back up to his feet on the opposite side of the ring.

Bryan Harris: WINGS OF WAR!!! I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, Entragian should be praised for his agility. This man clocks in at seven feet tall, over three hundred pounds, but he takes to the sky with such grace, it’s like watching a bird of prey drop down on a potential meal!

Alan Ducard: I’m admittedly not a fan of Issac, I find his personality to be deplorable, but even I have to admit that’s it’s impressive to see a guy of his size fly like that.

Issac leaves Gryffin where he fell on the mat, and then the World Champ makes a beeline for his corner, slapping hands with Garvin. Frank steps into the ring, and Issac goes right back to Anselm, forcing him up to his feet. Entragian gets a strong grip on Gryffin’s wrist, and then he WHIPS him as hard as he can towards Garvin, the albino actually dropping down to his stomach so that Gryffin gets even more momentum.

Frank meets him with a head of steam, DRILLING a massive clothesline into Gryffin’s throat, damn near beheading him in the process! The impact causes Gryffin to smash down against the mat awkwardly, his head and neck touching down first. Issac gets back to his feet, grinning ear to ear, and he slaps Frank on the chest once before exiting the ring.

Jimmy Yates: This doesn’t look good for Gryffin, it seems that he’s become the sacrificial lamb in there, Garvin and Issac making quick tags and really laying into him.

Alan Ducard: Even a bull-hearted warrior like Anselm can’t take on two of LEGACY’s most disturbed and dangerous competitors all by himself, he needs to find a way to get Moreno into this match, and he’d better do it fast.

Garvin scoops Gryffin’s battered body up off the canvas, and then lifting him into the air and utilizing some of that scary power, Frank slams Anselm down into the canvas with a one-handed body slam. Frank then stalks forward, and he begins to stomp down a few times on Gryffin’s chest with his right boot, relishing the suffering he’s causing. The grizzled lunatic takes a few steps back, offering his palm to Entragian, who is quick to make the tag.

Issac saunters into the ring, and very slowly he begins to circle Anselm, his shoulders hunched down, his mouth hanging open, showing rows of little white knives. And then with lightning quickness, Entragian moves in and the boot party begins. Issac stomps down on every appendage get can get to.

Entragian stomps down on Anselm’s hand, and it’s quickly pulled back. Issac moves a little to the right, and then he brings his boot heel down on the side of Gryffin’s neck. Gryffin cringes, only to be met with yet another stomp, this one directed into his ribs. Anselm tries to bring a hand up to catch one of the boots, but Issac’s next stomp smashes him FLUSH in the face.

Gryffin whips his head to the side in agonizing pain, his entire face going numb from the impact. He feels the sting of Issac’s boot a few more times, this time in his legs, until finally Entragian eases up on the assault.

Bryan Harris: I swear, I’ve seen some nasty things in my life, but I think one of the worst is when Issac starts to stomp on someone. EVERY body part is fair game, and he really seems to get off on crushing that boot heel down on another human being, OVER and OVER again…

Jimmy Yates: The frightening thing is he just doesn’t know when to stop, he has LITERALLY stomped opponents bloody before. And do you think he cares? Of course not.

Entragian looks down at the carnage he has created for a moment, and then he walks over towards Moreno, pointing down at Gryffin’s Anselm’s carcass as he writhes on the mat. Issac makes sure to stay JUST out of J-Mo’s reach, a huge smile on his monochrome face.

The Pale Rider: YOU LIKE THAT?? HE LOOKS LIKE YOUR WIFE AFTER A THREE DAY COKE BINGE!

Moreno immediately jumps through the middle rope, and the referee BARELY catches him and holds him back, with Moreno chomping at the bit to get to Issac. Justin’s eyes are blazing, and he screams at the official, saying “LET ME AT THAT PIECE OF SHIT.”

All the while Entragian taunts Moreno, flicking out his forked tongue and making a “bring it” gesture with one hand. FINALLY the referee gets things under control, with Justin reluctantly returning to his corner outside of the ring ropes.

Alan Ducard: I don’t blame Justin at all for wanting to get in there and tear that hideous monster apart. The sorrow and heartache Issac Entragian has caused the Moreno family is just…vile.

Jimmy Yates: I think the World Champion needs to get his mind on the legal man, he’s putting far too much of his attention into playing games with J-Mo, while Gryffin is being given time to recover.

Bryan Harris: Jimbo you’re not a wrestler, you don’t know the first thing about ring awareness. Issac’s got everything under control, so why not take some time to have a little fun??

Entragian turns his focus away from Justin, laughing heartedly, but his chuckles die in his throat as a newly risen Gryffin Anselm hurdles himself at the seven foot monster, lowering his shoulder and SPEARING the hell out of the World Heavyweight Champion! Issac is driven back as though he were hit by an 18 wheeler, his spine smashing into the canvas, and Anselm quickly makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-NOOOO!!

At the last minute Entragian BARELY gets his shoulder up, his body starting to curl up into a fetal position.

Jimmy Yates: My god, Anselm almost snapped Issac in half! That was like watching a missile take off, Entragian got absolutely BLASTED!

Alan Ducard: The World Champion is no doubt hurting BADLY right about now, to have all that weight and momentum smash into your gut has got to be an excruciating experience.

Bryan Harris: Thank heavens, at least Issac was able to find some resilience and kick out of that, but he needs a tag, and he needs it NOW.

Gryffin starts to pull himself up, using the ropes, his body racked with exhaustion. Issac sees this, and despite his injured state, he sees that Anselm is heading towards Moreno to make the tag. Entragian shakes his head, wanting no parts of Moreno when he’s in a weakened condition, giving him just enough strength to crawl along the canvas towards his corner, using his right arm to pull his weight inch by inch.

Alan Ducard: This could be a pivotal moment in this match, both men badly need to make a tag, and as you can see Issac is desperate to get out of there before Justin can be brought into this match.

Jimmy Yates: The white snake is slithering for all he’s worth; fighting to get to Garvin, but Anselm is stumbling along the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, trying to will himself closer to his corner too.

Finally Gryffin makes it all the way there, and Justin tags his shoulder and JUMPS right over the top rope. Issac looks back once, his eyes growing wide, and using EVERYTHING he has left he throws himself forward, grazing the fingers of Frank Garvin and making just enough connection to justify a tag.

Frank immediately steam-rolls forward, throwing a boot up and looking to take Justin’s head off, but Moreno ducks the attempt and quickly spins around, driving a stiff karate style kick into Garvin’s spine. Frank staggers forward a step, and then he turns around, swinging an elbow, but Justin snaps his head out of the way just in time, avoiding the contact.

Jimmy Yates: Look at Justin go, he’s proving to be quite the giant-killer in this match, the man is on FIRE.

Bryan Harris: He’s giving up a lot of height and weight in there, but surprisingly the little twerp has been able to hang with BOTH of these crazies.

Justin moves in and a blasts a european uppercut into Frank’s jaw, rocking the big man backwards. Garvin responds by pie-facing Moreno and pushing him forward, trying to create some separation, but Justin isn’t having this, he promptly leaps backwards, getting insane height, and while in the air he SNAPS a pele kick into the very top of Frank’s skull! Garvin drops down to both knees, and then he falls forward on his face, his eyes looking half-dazed.

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell, what a beautiful pele kick! It found it’s mark, and Garvin’s maniacal dome has got to be spinning right now.

Jimmy Yates: That’s the agility, the speed, and the daredevil style that The Surf-City Show Stealer brings to the dance. Very few men on this roster can pull off a maneuver like that, but Justin Moreno makes it look like a cake-walk.

With Garvin’s skull SPLITTING with pain, he begins to crawl over towards his corner, and instead of trying to stop him, Moreno actually ENCOURAGES him to tag Entragian into the match. J-Mo’s follows Frank as he crawls along the canvas, actually sending kicks into his body, driving him towards Issac.

Issac watches this with a sour expression on his face, and when Frank finally reaches Issac and extends his hand upwards for a tag, Entragian is almost reluctant to tag himself back into the match. Finally Entragian slaps Garvin’s hand, and he steps over the top rope, so that he’s but a few feet away from a FUMING Justin Moreno.

Bryan Harris: Can you believe the audacity of Moreno? He had Garvin wounded, and he ALLOWS Frank to make it over to his corner and tag Entragian into the match? What a stupid thing to do!

Alan Ducard: I don’t find that stupid, I think that was just Justin’s way of letting us all know exactly what he wants. He wants THE IVORY TERROR, and he wants him face to face.

Jimmy Yates: I notice the World Champion wasn’t all that quick to get into the ring either, I think even the monster feels that maybe some of that bad karma he’s always throwing out is about come back and bite him right in the face.

The two bitter rivals meet in the very center of the ring, Moreno smacking his chest against Issac and tilting his head up so that he can look up into Entragian’s face. Issac glares down at Moreno, his chest heaving with silent laughter, and suddenly J-Mo SNAPS. The Surf-City Show Stealer spins into a full rotation and LAUNCHES a brutal looking roundhouse kick into Entragian’s abdomen, taking the big man by surprise.

A whoosh of air escapes Issac’s lips, and he doubles over, his hands going to cradle his guts. Moreno backs up a few steps, and then he runs forward, crushing a roaring elbow right into Issac’s pallid face. Entragian stumbles back, WAY off balance.

With Issac reeling, Moreno makes a beeline towards Anselm, slapping his hand with authority and bringing the three hundred pounder into the ring.

Alan Ducard: How INTENSE is Moreno tonight? Issac is being thrown off his game folks, and look at this great use of tag team wrestling, with Gryffin coming in now as he looks to keep the pressure high.

Entragian limps forward to meet Gryffin, but Gryff slings a HEAVY knee into Entragian’s midsection, and instead of letting Issac drop, Gryffin wraps an arm around his head and applies a front facelock. Entragian struggles, but Anselm summons up every ounce of power in his body, and he proceeds to LIFT Issac into the air, holding all the weight fully vertical as Issac’s blood rushes to his head. After pausing for a moment to scan the crowd, Gryffin WHIPS Issac’s huge carcass down to the mat with a MIGHTY jackhammer!

Jimmy Yates: Seeing is believing folks, Gryffin just got ALL of that weight up into the air, and he blasted Issac right back down to the canvas! Talk about brute strength!

Bryan Harris: That was Gryffin’s Eliminator Jackhammer, and it can take the steam out of any man. I don’t like how Entragian’s favoring his ribs and abdomen, that’s not a good sign…

Alan Ducard: Well The Pale Rider has taken a lot of damage to midsection throughout this match, so I’m not surprised. First that surprise roundhouse that really seems to have thrown him off base, and now that big jackhammer…

Entragian writhes on the canvas, holding his ribs, his mouth open as agony courses through his body, the pain digging right down to the bone. Anselm wastes no time, he quickly tags Moreno back into the match, and J-Mo immediately scales the turnbuckles, positioning himself up on the top rope.

Moreno glares down at the man who is trying to ruin his life, and without even considering mercy, J-Mo SOARS off the turnbuckles, flipping his body into a full rotation and turning it into one hell of a weapon. Moreno’s body SPLASHES down on top of Entragian after flipping through the skies, and Issac growls with excruciation, his hurting ribs becoming like flames within his chest.

Alan Ducard: EXTREME MEASURES!! MORENO JUST HIT HIS 450 SPLASH, COVER HIM J-MO!!

Justin stays on top of Entragian, and the official drops down, his palm slapping the mat.

ONE!

TWO!

Garvin bounds into he ring trying to break up the pin attempt, but Gryffin meets him midway with a stiff headbutt.

THREE!

Josephina Colbert: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS, THE TEAM OF GRYFFIN ANSELM & JUSTIN MORENOOOOOOO!!!!

Jimmy Yates: OH MY GOD!! JUSTIN MORENO JUST PINNED THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! THIS YOUNG MAN HAS MANAGED TO DERAIL THE WHITE DEMON….if Justin can do this at LEGACY XV then we WILL see a new champ ladies and gentlemen!

Alan Ducard: I’m awe-struck to be honest, ever since becoming the World Champion Issac has been nearly unstoppable, and to see that dominance countered tonight really amazes me. I think Moreno fought with his heart, and on this night, he SLAYED the beast.

Bryan Harris: That little powder-keg got lucky, that’s ALL. This means nothing, at LEGACY XV, when it COUNTS; Entragian is going to put this foolhardy dog to sleep. You can take that to the bank!

J-Mo slowly rises to his feet, watching as Entragian sputters on the canvas. With the echoes of the bell still ringing in his ears, Issac tries to rise, one of his eyes turned up to Moreno with a look of molten-hot hatred, his mouth whispering the words “gonna...regret…this.”

Moreno’s face remains set in stone, and as Issac pushes up to his hands and knees, Justin suddenly rears back and PUNTS Entragian right into the side of the face! The impact of the kick flips Entragian onto his back, and as the cameras zoom in we see that the monsters lip has been split open, blood seeping down his alabaster chin.

THE SURF-CITY SHOW STEALER: THAT WAS FOR ALLISON, YOU SICK FREAK!

Bryan Harris: Oh come on ref, look at that cheap shot! The match is over; if Justin can’t keep his bluster in check then send him to the back!

Alan Ducard: From where I’m sitting? That kick was MORE than justifiable. Issac deserves all that and MORE.

Entragian rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope, his arms wrapped tightly around his ribs. Frank is there to hand him The World Heavyweight Championship, and then Garvin shoulders some of Issac’s weight, helping to bear some of the twisted albino’s burden as he assists him up the ramp.

Issac back-pedals, leaning heavily on Garvin, but he cannot tear his gaze away from the ring. Entragian’s eyes burn in his head like HELLFIRE, plasma and gore splattered all over his chin from his freshly busted lip. He points to the ring, screaming at the top of his lungs “I’LL TEAR YOU APART FOR THIS!!!!!!”

Issac swipes his hand along his mouth, wiping away blood while looking down at his trembling hand, his mind a storm of frustration and lunacy. Meanwhile in the ring, Justin stands TALL and DEFIANT, allowing Anselm to raise one of his arms up into the air victoriously. Moreno doesn’t smile, his cold gaze never leaving Issac.

Jimmy Yates: Savor this moment Justin, because you fought for it, and you damn sure earned it. I don’t know about you guys, but I think it’s refreshing as hell to see a genuinely GOOD man like J-Mo standing triumphant in a LEGACY ring.

Alan Ducard: The dark shadow of Entragian has hung over this company for several months now, but with the way things unfolded tonight, I think maybe the sunlight is finally starting to shine through again…

The Surf-City Show Stealer turns to Gryffin, bumping fists with the big man while nodding his head. J-Mo then heads over to one of the turnbuckles, climbing to the top rope and throwing his fists skyward while the crowd SERENADES him with cheers. The feed cuts out on Justin’s proud face, the shine of redemption twinkling in his eyes.