"Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Let the boys be boys!)
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Make noise b-boys!)"

We jump to a black and white snap shot of Kenji Yamada standing over a brutalized Stephen Rawlings.

"Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Let the boys be boys!)
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Make noise b-boys!)"

A shot of the Ultimate X. Quickly overlapped with a shot of Loco "mid swing" from his trapeze SSP.

"I'm a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants"

Becomes Laura struggling to crawl the ropes. Becomes Cassidy. Finally becomes Matthew Dawson in the ring clutching the Tao of Valor Championship to his chest.

"The mad author of anguish; my language, polluted
Onyx is heavyweight (Sonsee: And still undisputed!!)"

TMB and Garvin are in the middle of exchanging punches.

"He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes
I've paid so many dues, I feel used and abused"

TMB Hoisting the No Limits Title High above his head.

"And I'm.... so confused
umm, excuse me, for example
I'm the inspiration, of a WHOLE generation"

VIP and Family Values are in the ring.

"And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers
Its straight imitation"

Next thing we see is Kidd, Blade, Ledge, and Davis backstage.... Bodies strewn everywhere. A limo in ruins.

"A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!"

X and Cade stand inside the cage with the Agents of Destiny. *The Music stops after the line "Wait it gets Worse" ... A single ominous piano note rings out*

A shot of Cade flying off the cage to the outside to win. A shot of X and Cade being awarded their tag titles. Then X with a chair, stalking Cade menacingly. One more shot of X raising the chair up above his head with a sickening glint in his eye before music kicks back in...

"I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, JUST SLAM!"

Issac and Justin Moreno staring at the Legacy World Championship as the referee raises it over his head.

"Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Make noise b-boys!)
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Let the boys be boys!)"

A shot of Moreno and Issac up on the top rope. The next shot is mid M-80. Then a shot of Justin making the cover.

"Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Make noise b-boys!)
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Make noise b-boys!)
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Let the boys be boys!)
....
Slam! (duh duh duh, duh duh duh - Let the boys be boys!)"

The music goes back to the faded and static-y way it sounded at the opening of the video. One last shot is of Justin and Alison Moreno standing in the middle of the ring holding the World Title. Joy etched on their faces, as the crowd around them goes absolutely bananas.

Fade out to the Legacy logo.

Bryan Harris: Legacy XV was full of shocking moments as we saw carnage from all angles. Family Values got their revenge, but what toll did it take on their bodies. Also Kenji Yamada showed his true colors and that impacted the number one contendership for the LEGACY World title.

Jimmy Yates: Speaking of the World title we have a new champion as Moreno the man sponsered by Monster, dethroned the MONSTER Issac.

Alan Ducard: In another outcome which shocked the world, X-Calibur and Cade Sydal defeated the Agents of Destiny to become the World Tag Team Champions, and then immediately after the match, X-Calibur turned his back on Cade Sydal, declaring himself the World Tag Team Champions.

Bryan Harris: Best thing X-Calibur ever did, for sure about that. And let's not forget about the phenomenal Tao of Valor Championship match which saw Matthew Dawson defy incredible odds and three other competitors to retain his championship, picking up the third Tao of Valor token in the process!

Jimmy Yates: The carnage continued as Frank Garvin challenged TMB for the No Limits title, the two fought tooth and nail, but in the end the champion was able to retain. In another title match from the pre-show Hazard took on what soem might consider his biggest challenge yet in John Thomas, but came out on top

Bryan Harris: I would say Hazard has his biggest challenge yet tonight, when he defends the Network championship versus Big Boyd Saunders. That guy is massive, and even makes the 6'8" Hazard look small in compariosn.

Alan Ducard: Perhaps the biggest news of tonight is the start of the World Tag Team Championship tournament, featuring 12 teams all vying to take home the titles.

Jimmy Yates: Word is that the front office was so upset at X-Calibur for his actions against Cade Sydal at LEGACY XV, an attack which left Cade Sydal indefinitely on the shelf, that they've decided to put X-Calibur and the partner of his choosing through the ringer, defending the championships in every single match they're in over the course of this tournament.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, but knowing X-Calibur, he'll have a great partner, and they'll find a way to keep those belts.

Alan Ducard: If they lose the belts prior to the finals, whichever team becomes champions will have to defend the titles for the remainder of the tournament.

Jimmy Yates: As you'll notice, there are a couple four-way matches on the card tonight. The team which takes the fall in each of those matches will be eliminated from the tournament, with the remaining teams moving forward.

Bryan Harris: From what I hear, the teams which win those four-way matches will get the better end of the deal when they advance, with the other two "also-rans" getting one more chance to advance at SuperCard STRIFE 62.

Jimmy Yates: With all the action set for tonight, let's get to the rest of the show!

"I got the key, key to Gramercy Park!"

As the crowd erupts while "The Key To Gramercy Park" by Deadsy begins to play over the P.A. system, we see Justin Moreno emerge from the curtain wearing a black fedora with designer Oakley sunglasses, a long sleeve black designer button-up sport shirt with a pair of Ecko Unlimited blue jeans and Vans high-tops with the World Title over his shoulder. As the crowd chants "J-Mo! J-Mo! J-Mo!", J-Mo shakes his head in amazement at the response and flashes a smile while hoisting the belt up in the air.

Alan Ducard: This is a young man who has certainly been through hell and back and after "LEGACY XV", he did what very few thought could ever be done and dethroned LEGACY's own Goliath in Issac Entragian!

Bryan Harris: I am still in absolute shock THAT little twerp is OUR CHAMPION! This is a miscarriage of justice!

Jimmy Yates: Well, while you're channeling Gorilla Monsoon, God rest his soul, the fact remains that "The Surf City Show-Stealer" yet again stole the show and delivered a HUGE win, perhaps the biggest of his career!

J-Mo is tagging hands with fans at ringside and even stopping to pose for the occasional photo on digital camera or camera phones with fans. He then hands a kid in the crowd his sunglasses and places them on his head as he climbs up the ring steps, taking another look at the crowd as we see him fighting back tears of joy. He then pulls his trademark Sharpie out from his sock and autographs his fedora as he tosses it into the crowd before taking a seat on the turnbuckle as he points to all the fans before he is handed a microphone and the fans pop once more. Before J-Mo can speak, the fans cheer again as J-Mo can't help but smile as he starts to finally speak.

Justin Moreno: You know... I had a prepared speech ready for this occasion, but since my mind has kind of blanked out all of a sudden, I guess I'm just gonna wing it! Ever since I've been champion, people have been congratulating me left and right for standing up to Issac.

Moreno pauses before continuing.

Justin Moreno: Now, I may never make it to hall-of-fame status, and I may not be able to make the pre-hire requirements most companies have for wrestlers now, but I gotta thank first of all and most importantly my Lord and Savior for giving me the opportunity to beat Issac and show the world and all you fans that good CAN triumph over evil! Secondly, I gotta thank my wife Allison and my little girl Jade for loving me and supporting me unconditionally even when I was gone on the road for weeks at a time. Next, I know this is gonna be sucking up according to some of the boys, but I gotta thank Rob Belote and LEGACY management for having the faith in me to carry this company. I vow not to let you all down as champion. And lastly, but most definitely not least... I want to thank each and every one of you fans that have stood by me, supported me, offered encouragement, and ever paid a ticket to see me wrestle because the truth is without you people, there wouldn't be a business!

The fans cheer loudly upon hearing this as J-Mo continues.

Justin Moreno: Now that I'm champion, I vow to be the best champion in company history because I'm, to borrow a quote from a certain B-movie actor... "The People's Champion"!

The mood of the arena suddenly changes from elation to disdain as a familiar tune blasts through the building. Blue Oyster Cult’s “Don’t Fear The Reaper” shakes the bleachers, and from behind the curtains, The Pale Rider shambles into view.

Alan Ducard: Oh..my…god. Are you seeing this? Issac looks like he lost ten pounds. He’s damn near emaciated…

Jimmy Yates: Look at his eyes though Alan, they’re even worse. Shining and bright, pupils far too large…it’s like he barely has a grip on reality, is he even seeing what we’re seeing right now?

Bryan Harris: Ever since LEGACY XV, Issac’s mental state has been declining, and honestly are you two surprised? He’s lost everything that matters to him, that World Title was his LIFE.

Entragian wears a ragged, torn black suit and a white dress shirt, a huge change compared to his usually stylish and well-maintained attire. There’s a blooming red rose along the chest of the white shirt, as though he’s bleeding somewhere underneath, but he doesn’t even seem to notice this.

He stands there, under the unforgiving lights, under the eyes of millions, swaying slightly on his feet, his mouth hanging open as he takes deep, greedy breaths.

Even Justin appears startled by this, lowering the mic from his mouth as he looks down at his nemesis, apparently at a loss for words. Issac brings his gaunt face up, staring down at J-Mo, and then quite suddenly he begins to clap his hands together, sending the crowd into a hushed, murmuring silence.

Issac finishes applauding, and then he reaches into the pocket of his slacks, pulling out a microphone.

The Pale Rider: That’s good. Thanking your family, thanking God, that’s real good. That’s what the world would expect from a man like you, a man who can do NO WRONG. So selfless, so valiant…

Issac takes a few steps along the top of the elevated walkway, his voice low and malignant as he speaks.

The Pale Rider: But you forgot one person in that speech. You forgot to thank me, Justin. You forgot to thank me for the life you stole from me, for the hole you’ve dug inside my head. So you don’t want to thank me? That’s okay, I’ll thank you. Thank you for killing me, J-Mo. Thank you for killing all that I was.

Entragian suddenly stops, raising up his hand and digging the heel of his palm into his temple, as though he’s experiencing some sort of actual pain. His eyelids flutter, and he grits his teeth together, his whole face straining with exertion.

Justin Moreno: Let me stop you right there, Issac. Despite all the hell you’ve put me through…I almost pity seeing you this way. You’re sick, Issac, and you need help. LEGACY is not the place for you right now; I’m surprised management hasn’t already checked you into a mental health facility.

Issac looks up, his mouth snarling, a little stream of saliva running down from the corner of his mouth.

The Pale Rider: You’re right…I am sick. I’m sick of you. Your boy scout face, your noble features, I won’t be well again until I’ve peeled the flesh from your bones.

Issac drags his fingers along his own cheek, furrowing the flesh, his eyes positively DERANGED.

The Pale Rider: You don’t know how much I hate you, not just YOU, but the IDEA of you. The perfect human being, with the perfect family, the perfect genes, the perfect religion, EVERY FUCKING THING ABOUT YOU IS FLAWLESS. WHY NOT ME??? I deserve what you have! And now you have my World Title?

Entragian’s breathing turns into a harsh roar of expelled oxygen, and he starts to scratch at the red stain along his shirt.

The Pale Rider: The one thing that kept my head straight, the one thing that gave me focus! I don’t have a fucking family to support me when I fall down, I don’t have any motherfucking God to pray to when I lose my way, all I have is SHIT, and I have to crawl through the shit…I have to sleep in the shit and the grime, I have to live in the darkness, where the voices never let me have any rest…

Entragian turns his back on the crowd, lowering his head; he walks over to the side of the wall and leans his arm against it, white hair hanging in his face. The mic is raised once again, and Issac’s voice is even lower, almost a haunted whisper.

The Pale Rider: The truth is…I’m tired, Justin. In my war with you, my demons have caught up with me, and now I’m fighting them as well as you. YOU, like an arch-angel sent down from paradise, always standing in my way, always finding a way to break me down.

Justin Moreno: Issac…you’re crazy, what the hell are you talking about? You act like I’ve done this to you! You’ve done this to YOURSELF. You torture my family, you relish in my pain…the pain of my wife and child, and you expect to just get away with it?

A little chuckle escapes Issac’s lips, his eyes narrowing as he turns to look at J-Mo in the ring.

The Pale Rider: What can I say…it’s my nature. I was never very good at creating, so I might as well destroy, right? And you might think you’ve escaped that destruction, but you’d be wrong…

Issac trails off, his eyes seeming momentarily lost, before he seems to once again get a grasp on the world around him.

The Pale Rider: This week you want to play around in a Tag Team Tournament with Anselm, and that’s okay, focus on something meaningless like that, because at STRIFE 62, I invoke my rematch clause.

Issac eyes grow bright, nearly feverish at the prospect of winning back his World Heavyweight Championship.

The Pale Rider: I can still fix things, I can remake my perfect world, I just NEED what you took from me. Then I can salvage things, I can stitch everything up, and my life won’t hurt so much anymore. I can do it, Justin. I’ll outrun my demons, and I’ll slay you, you fucking angel…yes…Strife 62. I WILL rise…again…

Issac seems almost to be talking to himself as much as he is to J-Mo, his wrecked psychological state on display for all to clearly see. Moreno stares down at Entragian, looking stern and ready for a fight, while Issac stares back, his gaze twisted and vile. “Don’t Fear The Reaper” cues up yet again, and the two men glare at each other, emotions running extremely high between both competitors.

Jimmy Yates: That's right, we have Laura Seton who has is coming of that devastating Ultimate X match where, while all participants were brutalized, Laura Seton suffered a shooting star press from the top of the Ultimate X structure by Loco Martinez in the hopes to destroy Laura Seton.

Bryan Harris: And who does she fight? Dan Stein, who, if you saw his Pre-Legacy XV Show match with Ron Barker? He isn't running on all cylinders to say the very least. Let's see if Stein has gotten the hell over it and gotten back on his game.

Jimmy Yates: Stein just haphazardly throwing punches at Seton trying to loosen the grip on that armbar but it looks like he isn't even trying to look where he's punching.

Bryan Harris: He sure is giving the mat one hell of a beating though.

Referee Leonard Nolan gets down right next to Stein and asks him if he gives up, Stein furiously shakes his head and starts to flail his arms and legs hoping that some limb hits the ropes or forces the submission hold to be broken.

Alan Ducard: Not much technical prowess being shown by Stein here, very sloppy so far as he looks like he's just flopping around trying to get out of the hold rather than try a technical counter or conserve energy while reaching for the ropes.

Finally, Stein's arm slaps against the bottom rope and Nolan forces Seton to break the hold. Stein, however, just lays there for a moment to catch his breath. Seton, however, hits the ropes and dives onto Stein with a senton! Laura wastes no time going for the cover!

1...

2...

Stein kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: Thus far, Stein has been an absolute mess in the ring. Instead of getting back to his feet or even rolling out of the ring to catch his breath...Stein just sat there and let Laura do whatever she wanted and it almost cost him the match.

Alan Ducard: It looks like what happened at the Legacy XV Pre-Show is still having an effect on Stein. Legacy had seen him doing some soul searching earlier last week but it seems to really be burdening his ability in the ring.

Bryan Harris: I don't care what it is, if he isn't ready to fight then get the hell out of the ring. If you don't think you have it together then don't even step through those damn ropes.

Stein rolls over onto his stomach then gets up on all fours and shakes his head rapidly. Laura, doesn't give him the chance to catch his breath and rolls him up with an Oklahoma roll pin!

1...

2...

Thr...Stein powers a shoulder up just in time!

Stein is quick to get up off the mat this time and chucks a closed fist punch right into the face of Seton that drops her to the mat hard. Nolan gets right in Stein's face and warns him about using a closed fist, Stein picks up Laura and gets her in a suplex position. However, Stein never fully lifts Laura up and what was supposed to be a suplex turns into something more akin to an awkward and very sloppy DDT that sees Laura's head bounce horribly off the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Jesus Christ, I think Stein was going for a suplex but...I don't know what happened, but Laura could be in real trouble now after what I can only call a botched suplex.

Bryan Harris: This is how careers are shortened, some punk who isn't all there comes into a match and screws up everything he does and ends up putting someone on the shelf because of it. This is ridiculous, if Stein wasn't mentally ready he should have never stepped through the damn curtain.

Laura groans in pain and grips her neck tightly and Stein looks almost as shaken as Laura does after botching the suplex. Stein rolls over and covers Laura, not bothering to hook her legs.

1...

2...

Laura easily kicks out before three.

Alan Ducard: Stein opting not to hook the legs there and it might have cost him as he looks very out of place in the ring right now.

Stein drags Laura to her feet and whips her HARD into the turnbuckles and follows her with a hard clothesline!

Bryan Harris: Give him a hand folks, nothing went wrong.

Stein drives his shoulder hard into the midsection of Seton then drives a hard European uppercut into her chin that snaps Laura's head back! Stein tries to drive a shoulder into Laura's midsection again but Laura uses the ropes for leverage and lifts herself up, wraps her legs around the back of Stein, and rolls forward into a small cradle pin!

1...

2...

Th...Stein breaks free!

Laura and Stein pop up to their feet, but Stein lurches forward with an sloppy spear where he really only tackles the legs of Seton as they both fall to the mat with Stein being on top of Seton for a pin!

1...

2...

Laura kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: A lot of sloppy sloppy wrestling tonight from Stein.

Stein rolls off of Laura and stands up, immediately Stein tries to drop a big elbow on Laura but Seton easily rolls out of the way and Stein hits nothing but mat! Laura is quick to her feet and slams a boot into the back of Stein's head! Laura slams another boot into the back of Stein's head before dragging Stein to his feet and snapping him to the mat with a suplex!

Bryan Harris: Laura showing Stein how you're supposed to ACTUALLY do a suplex.

While Stein is still down Laura climbs to the top turnbuckle nearest Stein, the crowd now going wild for Laura, and waits for Stein to get back to all fours. Stein again looks like he's trying to shake the cobwebs from his head, but before he can Laura leaps off the top rope with a legdrop across the neck of Stein! Laura hooks the legs of Stein and goes for the cover!

1...

2...

Thre...Stein kicks out just in time!

Jimmy Yates: Big time offense from Laura and she has taken over this match!

Bryan Harris: Right, like it's so hard to do with the way Stein has been sloppily dragging along in this match? Give me a break.

Laura doesn't waste once second after Stein kicks out and immediately slams an elbow into the side of Stein's face before dragging him back up to his feet! Laura tries to whip Stein to the ropes but Stein counters and whips Laura to the ropes! As soon as Stein lets go of Laura he doubles over looking for a back body drop, but Laura hasn't even hit the ropes yet and when she rebounds off the ropes she easily sees the attempt and drop kicks Stein right in the skull! Stein falls backwards like a ton of bricks.

Bryan Harris: What the hell is Stein even thinking in there!? How could you possibly go for a back body drop THAT early!?

Alan Ducard: I'm not sure, but Stein is obviously not ready for this match. He's just been very sloppy and hasn't even attempted any of his usual offense, it's like his mind is somewhere else completely. We know he was having some trouble, but we never suspected he was in this much distress. I for one have never seen Dan like this and it is very worrying.

Even Laura Seton seems to not be able to believe it as she drags Stein to his feet. She locks him into a full nelson and...PLANTS Stein to the canvas with Perfection!

Bryan Harris: I guess when nothing is working for Stein you might as well try to end it after that stunning display by Stein.

Laura rolls Stein onto his back, hooks his legs, and goes for the pin!

1...

2...

3...!

The sound of the bell rings as Laura stands up off of Stein with her hands raised high.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner...LAURA SEEEEETTTOOON!

As Laura celebrates Stein can be seen on the mat with his hands covering his face.

Bryan Harris: Laura picks up the win here but...the story has to be this sloppy showing from Stein. We all know he is capable of better than this and I'm not sure how to even comment on it. You can't come into a match like that. You just can't do it.

Alan Ducard: Regardless, Seton picks up a much needed win after the brutal Ultimate X defeat she faced at Legacy XV despite a very valiant effort. This could be just the momentum she needs.

Bryan Harris: What’s the matter, Jimbo? You used to be such an X-Mark...

Jimmy Yates: I’ve known X-Calibur for over ten years… but in those ten years, I’ve NEVER seen such an act of complete spinelessness come from X-Calibur. NEVER.

Alan Ducard: What X did at LEGACY XV was disturbing, no question about it. That said… there has to be some underlying reason as to why he did what he did.

Jimmy Yates: So you think there’s a reason that JUSTIFIES those actions?! Are you kidding me, Alan?!

Alan Ducard: Easy, James. I’m not saying ANYTHING justifies that attack. I’m just saying… there has to be something specific that made X-Calibur snap.

Not long after this, X-Calibur emerges from the backstage… looking completely different. Adorned in a surprisingly fashionable looking black suit and tie and Ray-Ban sunglasses, he looks out into the crowd. His loose, long flowing hair has been chopped into a stylish, semi-spiked, ivy league hair style. His goatee has been shaved clean from his face; the remaining stubble are remnants of his former self. He holds the World Tag Team Titles in a criss-cross pattern across the chest of his suit, forming an “X” at the face-plates. The audience turns to boos rather quickly and a single white spotlight shines down from the heavens onto the entrance area, causing a fantastic effect with the rest of the arena blackened out. Stepping onto the stage and into the spotlight, his entire body is effused in a ghostly color, the indentures of his eye sockets and cheeks a solid black color from the lighting effect.

Bryan Harris: Sounds like this crowd isn’t sure what to make of the events of “L-Fifteen” either.

Alan Ducard: Couldn’t have said it any better myself, Bryan.

Jimmy Yates: Still has both championships, I see.

It was unmitigated arrogance. Times one-hundred. Completely proud of himself and knowing full well what most of the crowd thinks of him after his actions from the PPV, X-Calibur saunters slowly down the ring to the depressing melody. He soon turns the corner and walks up the steel steps, stopping at the post to turn around and point at a sign that says, “WHY, X, WHY”, the redundancy of said sign obviously amusing him. Laughing, X turns back around to face the ring and steps between the ropes. Upon entering the ring, he climbs to the middle of one of the turnbuckles. Removing the championships from his chest and shoulder, X-Calibur holds both titles up with outstretched arms -- almost as if he was mocking every tag team in LEGACY.

Bryan Harris: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your NEW World Tag Team Champion!

Jimmy Yates: Terrific. No idea what this bastard has to say but it can’t be good…

Requesting a microphone post-haste, the it is relayed from the time-keeper all the way to a ringside attendant who hops to the ring apron and hands the piece of equipment to X. Tapping the microphone three times somewhat loudly with his palm, causing PIERCING interference, “Change” fades away, leaving the heavy boos and defiant cheers from the crowd to tell the story of a man that shocked the world.

Chants of, “X-Cal sucks!” deafen the arena as X-Calibur stands there looking like a changed man from head to toe.

X-Calibur: Ladies and gentlemen… I give to you… ME. Eryk… Van… Warren. Known to the peasants out there in la-la land as… X-Calibur. THE.... LEGACY... WORLD... TAG... TEAM... CHAMPION.

X takes a bow. This single act of self-promotion turns a split reaction from the crowd into loud unanimous booing from the fans in Harrisonburg.

X-Calibur: You’re all wondering why I did what I did to Cade. Why I beat that little runt, that little pathetic LEECH within an inch of his life.

He pauses, leering out just above the frames of his sunglasses.

X-Calibur: Isn’t it obvious? Do I have to spell it out for you? Because… because Cade Sydal is a pretender. A worthless, starry-eyed mark with no sense of reality. He came to me… at a time in my career when all I wanted was to be left alone and live my life away from the ring… asking… NO, PLEADING… BEGGING me... practically unzipping my pants and sucking my C*** to get me to bail him out of that shit storm he sailed into.

The fans’ hatred of this man is ever-so apparent as he continues beating the dead horse that is Cade Sydal.

X-Calibur: As I looked down at Cade whimpering... crying... begging for his mommy like a weak little bitch, trying to get someone bigger and stronger to deal with his bullies… snot running down his disgusting face like a three-year old… I knew right then and there that I was going to teach him an invaluable lesson. That I was going to… *points out into the crowd* teach ALL OF YOU... an invaluable lesson. And that lesson… was that there are no such THING as "FRIENDS" in this business.

Letting this sink in, the crowd continues booing and flaming him with derogatory chants. X takes a moment to collect himself, and places the shades atop his neatly styled hair.

X-Calibur: And that is why I have ch-

"ON ANOTHER DAY, C'MON C'MON"

A surprising pop from the crowd. As Loco Martinez steps from the back. Loco is in faded and worn jeans, an orange "Greatest Show on Earth" t-shirt, orange Nike sandals and is wearing a yellow pair of Oakleys as he makes a quick trek towards the ring.

Jimmy Yates: I can't believe I'm saying this, but... THANK GOD!

Alan Ducard: Chaps, I'm not sure our ring is structured to withstand the weight of the ego that's going to be standing inside it shortly.

Loco steps through the ropes and is quickly handed a microphone from a production assistant.

The two stare each other down. Flashbulbs popping furiously as two of Legacy's biggest stars find themselves, once again, across from one another inside a Legacy ring.

Loco flashes his trademark cheshire cat grin.

Loco Martinez: You done?

Crowd roars at this.

Loco Martinez: I know you have a mystery partner. You have mystery opponents. You, sir, are a walking unsolved mystery right now. BUT? You've gone out of your way to come out here and repeat what we all know. We know what you did to Cade. We saw it. We know you think you're the greatest. So I have to ask, are you getting to the point? Or is this just going to go on and on and on? I didn't know that when I came to Strife, that my duties for the day would be to come out here and stop this shit show.

X-Calibur scoffs at Loco implying he can stop him.

X-Calibur: STOP ME?! Did you just...no... hold up... STOP... ME?!?!

Looking incredulous, X rips the glasses down off of his face and throws them RIGHT in Loco's face. The act generating an "ooooooooooooh" from the crowd.

X-Calibur: Who the HELL do you think you are, anyway? Huh?! Sherrif of Nottingham?! Did you not have ENOUGH of me beating you all over this ring for an HOUR straight last year?!

Loco goes to speak but X cuts him off.

X-Calibur: NO. Allow me to STOP your ass right there. You think you can come out here and play good guy all of a sudden because I stole your thunder as the primo evil baddie around these parts? Is that it?! F*** YOU. You say you're gonna STOP ME, I wanna see you f***ing TRY, motherf***er.

Loco Martinez's body is tensed. Ready to strike. A faint “Lo-Co!” chant is started somewhere in the arena, as he slowly peels his own sunglasses up from his eyes, and rests them on his head. His eyes narrowed into an ice cold glare.

Bryan Harris: Pssssst, Yates! I'm pretty sure they're gonna kill each other.

Loco takes a deep breath and looks towards the ground.

Loco Martinez: Maybe you're right X. Maybe NO ONE can stop you. Maybe I CAN'T stop you. But that doesn't mean I can't try.

The Crowd roars their approval as Loco drops the microphone and kicks off his sandals in preparation for what will be a nasty brawl. Loco hops around and X nods and mouths "You ready to do this".... Loco nods and says back, "I've been waiting a long-long time".

Loco winds up with his right hand, the crowd at a fever pitch and lashes out with that hand absolutely rocking the audience in attendance who are now witnessing what we're all witnessing. X-Calibur and Loco Martinez standing in the center of the ring shaking hands... laughing their asses off.

Jimmy Yates: WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

Alan Ducard: I… I don’t… believe this.

Bryan Harris: YES!!! MY GOD, YES!!! X and Loco… together?!?!

In complete disarray from the shocking handshake, the audience’s level of booing is intense.

X-Calibur: Oh… oh we had you going there for a minute, didn’t we? You gullible sheep out there on the internet… complaining in your blogs about how Loco and X were going to have ANOTHER match because LEGACY is “stale” and “out of ideas”. It’s almost… too easy with you idiots!!

Laughing, X-Calibur takes one of his tag team titles and extends it to Loco. Loco meanwhile, still laughing, wipes a tear from his eye.

Loco Martinez: You people thought I was going to end my crusade? What the hell have I been saying for, oh, I don't know... the last TWO years? When that man came to me before Fifteen and said, "When I win the tag titles..." not if, people... he said WHEN ... "You want to come on board and burn this place to the ground?" I... well... I looked like her -

Loco points out to the crowd to a woman who is so stunned she's staring slack jawed at what is transpiring before her.

Loco Martinez: But after a few moments I was on board. Because you're looking at the two most dominant entities Legacy has EVER seen. And we just joined forces. If you're someone who thought we were bad on our own. If you thought we were pompous, arrogant, annoying, profane, immature... You have... NO. F**KING CLUE WHAT YOU'RE IN STORE FOR! We are the greatest tag team ever... we haven't wrestled a match yet. This isn't hyperbole. we... ARE... the greatest tag team EVER.

He pauses.

Loco Martinez: And to prove that we have gone out of our way to test ourselves starting TONIGHT! We found ourselves a former championship tag team. A tag team you've seen get title shots here in Legacy! A tag team full of... uh... experience. A combined 700 plus pounds of pure domination... Our first round opponents. ANARCHY!!!!!

Jimmy Yates: You're kidding me.

Alan Ducard: Wow…. Bloody ridiculous if you ask me…

Even more outrage from the crowd. Looking out into the audience, X picks up where Loco left off.

X-Calibur: We debated for WEEKS which tag team, out of all the tag teams in the world, would best test our abilities in our very first match-up here in LEGACY. We put in the calls all over the free agency… Beautiful People? Too scared. Divine Intervention? Dead on their feet. Instant Heat? Too easy. Stellar Insanity? Physically impossible. SIN? Now… as tough as the team of Eric Wolfson and Nicholas Creed would be, they just don’t quite match up to the seasoned skills that Anarchy brings to the table.

With the crowd ceaseless in their booing, X talks above everybody.

X-Calibur: The fact of the matter is THIS… I’M TIRED of carrying dead weight over my shoulders to each and every show I‘m booked on. I’m f***ing TIRED OF relying on “FRIENDS” to help me reach new heights in the industry… because in the end it is “FRIENDS” that will ultimately disappoint you. It is “FRIENDS” that will cost you your career and sanity. And it is “FRIENDS” that will drag you down to mediocrity.

Looking at Loco, X smirks.

X-Calibur: At least with your ENEMIES… you know where you stand.

X looks right at Loco.

X-Calibur: You ALWAYS know… where you stand.

Shinya: Are you ready for tonight?

Maya leans back and stares at the ceiling.

Maya: I guess so, I'm kinda nervous but...I think I'll be okay. Once I hear the crowd I think I'll be fine. I've just never fought so many teams at the same time so it has me a little jittery, you know?

Shinya smiles and rips the roll of tape.

Shinya: Try not to psyche yourself out too much before the match. I don't think the fans really want to see you lose your lunch...

Maya blushes and hides his face in his hands.

Maya: You're so mean!

Shinya's smile soon turns to a serious look as he gazes forward.

Shinya: Can we help you?

The camera turns and zooms out to show "The Montreal Kid" Allen Franks standing next to them, Mostafa Bashir slightly behind him, both in their ring gear and signature International Incident tshirts.

Allen Franks: That's a laugh. Did you forget who we are? I know it was a little while ago, but Darkest Days? Yeah, we were the team that WON the triple threat tag team match you were a part of, so I'm not sure there's much of anything you can offer us. Actually I'm here to help the two of YOU.

Using his thumb, The Montreal Kid points over his shoulder at Mostafa Bashir.

Allen Franks: The Beast From Kandahar and I, we've got a match tonight against the LEGENDARY tag team known as DOMINATION. You might've heard of them, one of the most decorated tag teams in the history of this business. Well tonight, we're going to show YOU TWO and the rest of LEGACY exactly how to defeat them.

Mostafa Bashir: Their welcome home party is going to be ruined.

Maya: Well...good luck then? I hope you don't fail? What do you want us to say? You just thought you'd gloat about something you haven't done yet because...? I mean, this is why nobody likes you. You have no respect for anything; not the fans, not your competitors, not Legacy...nothing but yourselves. So selfish. So rude.

Shinya hops off the box, he puts a hand on his hip and the other he uses to scratch the back of his head.

Shinya: So, is that all? Or did you have something relevant to say to us? You know...a reason to actually be talking to us instead of being afraid to actually say this to Domination's face?

RAGE: No – they're finished here.

VENOM: And in just a short while, they'll be finished in that ring.

Trent Logan: Let's go guys … there's been enough talking tonight.

With that Domination stalks away, ready to make their return to action.

Jimmy Yates: They've been gone from LEGACY for a while now touring overseas as a part of LEGACY International, and from the clips we saw from their promotional work this week, I'd say they as good as they were before, they just might be even better with that new experience under their belts.

Bryan Harris: You know Jimbo, you just might be right there. I can't deny that time away simply focusing on getting better in the ring couldn't have hurt them. However, as big of a deal as you are making about the return of Domination, let's not sell International Incident short. They've been gelling as a team and have had some recent success. What a huge win it would be for them to upset Domination on their return to the ring.

Alan Ducard: Well ladies and gentlemen, we take you now to the footage of our opening tournament match, and we'll if Domination makes a impactful return or will International Incident play the spoiler.

Alan Ducard: RAGE wastes no time going for the pin here Domination's return to the states. For lack of a better term they are dominating.

Jimmy Yates: As a result of touring overseas it looks like Domination has picked up some new tricks. Putting some technique behind the power makes them even more dangerous.

Alan Ducard: Well RAGE hooks the leg and the ref drops to make the cover.

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Two

No-Mostafa has hit the ring and he kicks RAGE in the back of the head to break the count.

Mostafa quickly returns to his corner, but this doesn't stop RAGE from going after him. Referee Ross Quattro gets in between him and Mostafa and tells RAGE to go to a neutral corner. This buys Franks just enough time to shake the cobwebs loose and reach up and tag Mostafa. The ref signals the tag and Franks rolls under the bottom rope into his corner as Mostafa climbs into the ring.

Bryan Harris: Domination can learn all the technical skill they want, but nothing beats an old fashioned kick to the head.

VENOM calls out to RAGE asking for the tag. Mostafa rushes at RAGE and they lock up in a collar elbow tie up, after a moment of jockeying for position RAGE takes control and whips Mostafa into his corner and tags in VENOM. VENOM climbs into the ring and he hooks Mostafa and takes him up as if going for a vertical suplex. However, he suddenly drops the big man out into a powerbomb as RAGE grabs him by the neck to hit an Orange Crush/Neckbreaker Combination!

Alan Ducard: WHAT A MOVE! VENOM STAYS IN THE PINNING POSITION!

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TWO

TH-NO! - Franks hit the ring and hits a dropkick to the back on VENOM to break up the pin before RAGE can stop him.

Bryan Harris: The big man was hit with a big move sure, but Mostafa is tougher than most. He can battle back from this, oh and Jimbo, was double teaming one of those technical moves you mentioned?

Jimmy Yates: Maybe not but sometimes you fight fire with fire.

VENOM pulls Mostafa up by his arm and hammers him with a shot to the arm, then another, and then torques the arm, spinning Mostafa into a hammerlock. Mostafa instinctively shots back and elbow and catches VENOM in the jaw, knocking him back and turning him away from Mostafa.

Jimmy Yates: YIKES! I think I just saw a tooth go flying.

Mostafa hammers VENOM with a double axehandle blow to the back, driving him down, and then he pulls VENOM to his feet. Mostafa delivers the knee lift and then whips VENOM towards the ropes and Franks lifts up his leg and kicks him in the back causing him to spill forward toward the mat. RAGE is about to climb into the ring, but Franks hops over the rope and runs across the ring and dropkicks RAGE off the apron. The ref yells at Franks and tells him to get back to his corner.

Mostafa stands over VENOM and drops a knee into the back of his head, and waists for VENOM to try and get back up. He then drops his weight down on to the former tag team champion, and drives him back down. Bashir then grabs VENOM's arm and tries pulling him up into the camel clutch, but VENOM twists out of Mostafa's grip and grabs his arm and flips Mostafa off of his back, never letting go of the arm and locks in a fujiwara armbar!

Alan Ducard: A move like this done by someone with the size and power of VENOM is even more dangerous than say someone like Matthew Dawson applied it. You get the same muscle damage, but if Mostafa struggles enough VENOM could just break the arm.

Bryan Harris: That normally might be true, but VENOM is hurting right from all of those shots from Bashir, so he doesn't have his full force in the move.

VENOM is still suffering from the earlier attack and reaches his arm out and is able to tag in RAGE just as he hops back onto the apron. VENOM holds onto Mostafa long enough for RAGE to drop an elbow in the center of his chest then VENOM rolls out of the ring a hand reaching to his back. RAGE looks to VENOM, and then fires off a series of punches to Mostafa, and sends him to his own corner where he hits hard, but manages to receive a tag from Franks before falling out.

Alan Ducard: That may not have been a smart move on RAGE's part he just let Mostafa tag in the fresh man.

Bryan Harris: The guys name is RAGE, no one ever said he was smart.

Jimmy Yates: RAGE may just wants a little revenge for Franks dropkicking him off the apron a few moments ago, and you have to think with the punishment VENOM's back has taken, Franks would be much easier to get up into Total Domination.

Franks runs at RAGE and ducks a clothesline, and comes back on the rebound with a rolling wheel kick tagging RAGE in the face, and knocking the big man back. Franks then comes off the ropes again and hits a flying leg lariat that takes RAGE down to the canvas. Franks then heads for the turnbuckles and the fans rise up as Franks heads for the top rope as RAGE gets back to his feet. Franks sizes him up and leaps off, looking for the top rope dropkick, but RAGE side steps and clotheslines him right into the canvas with a huge THUD!

Alan Ducard: Franks has the momentum going, but RAGE just broke him in half with that clothesline and now ... RAGE makes the tag! VENOM is in and he has franks up into the powerbomb position ... RAGE to the top rope! A powerbomb! A top rope clothesline! IT'S TOTAL DOMINATION! VENOM makes the cover as RAGE blocks Mostafa!

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THREE!

The crowd cheers as the referee signals for the bell and we go to Josephina for the official announcement.

Josephina Colbert: Your Winners, RAGE & VENOM...DOMINATION!

Jimmy Yates: Former LEGACY World Tag Champions have returned and they look like they are ready to go get their belts back - now it may just be a matter of time.

Bryan Harris: There's a long way to go in this tournament Jimbo, a long way to go yet.

After the announcement of their triumph, Trent Logan joins RAGE and VENOM in the ring, and he has a microphone in his hand, and he begins to speak in the midst of the cheers from the crowd.

Trent Logan: Ladies and gentlemen, what a way to make a return here tonight in Harrisonburg, Virginia, in front of this amazing crowd here on the JMU Campus.

The crowd cheers even louder for the mention, but with the formalities out of the way, Trent continues.

Trent Logan: We have been gone from the LEGACY landscape for a while, but from the looks and sounds of things here tonight - the great response you gave when we came out here tonight - you showed you were ready for us to return. You know what? We were ready to return, ready to come back here and once again take this division by force, and now after seeing what has happened with the LEGACY World Tag Team Championships – those belts were ready for us to make a return here tonight.

Trent passes off the microphone to RAGE who smiles wide, looking out to the hyped crowd.

RAGE: You know, it is great to be back … home, right here in LEGACY, but the celebration of tonight's victory is going to have to be short-lived, because as big of a win as this is for us, we have a much larger goal – a bigger thing to achieve, and that's getting our belts back. That's right “our” belts. “Domination” is synonymous with “Champions” and i'ts time to put those belts back where they belong, around our waists.

As the crowd cheers for another reign, especially given the current state of the belts, VENOM takes the microphone, and

VENOM: We've traveled all over the global, training and fighting, fighting and training, getting stronger, faster, and if you can fathom it … getting better. We've returned to build on our legacy as the greatest tag team LEGACY history, and if you think you've seen “dominant” before? *brief pause...* You haven't seen anything yet.

With that “Batalla de los Tambores" hits the PA system and we fade on the victorious Domination.

Rob Belote: Come on in, guys.

Knowing who to expect, Rob watches at Cronos Diamante and Marcus Mirage walk into the room. Rob gestures towards a pair of chairs seated up against the wall facing the desk, and the two hesitantly take their seats and wait while Rob just stares at them for a moment before speaking.

Rob Belote: I'm sure you guys know why you're here. We've known each other for a long while now, each of you going back at least 10 years with me. Aside for a couple of years here and there, we've worked together most of that time, and even when we weren't working together, we still talked from time to time. It's safe to say that we all know one another pretty well, which is why this is so frustrating.

Rob lets out a small sigh, and when it looks like Cronos is going to speak up, Rob cuts him off.

Rob Belote: Give me a minute to say my piece. After what you two did at LEGACY XV, you BOTH owe me that much.

Any signs of a response are wiped clean.

Rob Belote: I've seen you guys wrestle tons of matches. Hundreds, easily. I've made a good business out of being able to spot talent, to know what guys are capable of, and inside that cage... you two weren't hitting on all cylinders... and frankly I think we all know that the problem was the effort you were putting in. Not injury, not illness, just plain old effort.

Slouched back in his chair, a slight smile comes to Mirage's face. This immediately prompts Rob to stop, raising his eyebrows inquisitively.

Rob Belote: Come out with it, Mirage.

Sitting up every so slightly, Mirage tries his best to wipe the smile from his face.

Mirage: You see, Rob...it wasn't that we didn't put fourth effort...it's that, I mean...what can I say.

Mirage glances toward Cronos.

Mirage: Eric Warren and Cade Sydal are just such...unbelievably talented professionals that it didn't matter what we did...we knew we were gonna lose. It was just an uphill battle against superior tal...

Having heard enough, Rob interjects.

Rob Belote: You know what? I don't care what your excuses were, though I am glad you didn't try to bullshit me by saying you were giving it 100%, because we all know that would've been a lie... and above all else, I HATE it when people lie to me.

Rob shakes his head.

Rob Belote: I should fire the both of you right here and now... but as you're booked for STRIFE 61, you know that's not the route I'm taking... and you should be very grateful for it. There aren't any companies around right now who would hire you if you lost your jobs here in LEGACY, not for anything more than a one-time appearance or something to that effect. Because I like you guys, because I know what you're still capable of doing when you're properly motivated, I'm keeping you guys on the roster, but you can consider yourselves on a very short leash. If you guys want to keep your jobs, you need to start acting like you deserve to be here and act like you're grateful for the opportunity to not only still be working - but to be working for the best company in the business.

Raising a hand to interject, Mirage leans forward ever so slightly.

Mirage: If I may. Rob. You're right. It's a matter of motivation...and I don't have it. I don't wanna talk for Cronos here, but hell, neither of us have it. And why would we? We've been doing this so long, quite frankly, it's become boring. I've turned organizations upside down, I've won titles, I've stolen titles...I've conquered singles and now tag divisions in multiple promotions. And that doesn't even begin to list my main man's accomplishments. So where does that leave us? What else is there to do but phone it in at this point? Continue pretending we give a shit about "infecting" Legacy with some sorta post 1990's era attitude of breaking the rules?! We're at a crossroads of sorts...so I'll tell ya what, Legacy XV schnanagins aside, let's say the AoD...we owe ya one. Or two. Or a hundred. You. Rob Belote. Not Legacy. So let's look the other way and pretend that the people sitting in this room don't know what's what with that booking sheet. You want some people put in their place? Fine. Consider it done. In exchange for doing what you want...we find the motivation to get it done. Suddenly we care again. Two birds. One stone.

Rob Belote: You know what? No, you don't "owe me" anything. You owe it to yourselves to do the best you can with the time you have left in this business. You owe it to yourselves to stop sand-bagging matches and actually give a damn. The only thing you owe me is your respect because I'm not firing your asses right here and now. I'm not keeping you around just so you can do me some kind of favor, this isn't the old times and I'm not some on-screen personality who has some agenda. You want to be here? Prove it, or next time we won't be having this meeting - I'll just FedEx you a pink slip instead.

Mirage looks around the room...

Mirage: Wait, if we don't owe ya any...ohhh, I get it.

Mirage looks at Cronos as some sort of realization dawns on him. Rob looks somewhat confused at this.

Mirage: The cameras. We read ya loud and clear, boss. Consider it done.

Avery George: The question on the minds of at least six individuals getting set to head for competition: Diego, who is your tag team partner for the fatal fourway match here tonight?

A smirk comes across the face of Diego, and he looks off camera and motions for someone to come over. Avery turns and then takes a step back when he sees who it is. A moment later the camera has to zoom out a bit when Lucien Gray steps into the scene, the eyes piercing as they glare through the mask.

Diego de Cardenas: How about it, gringo, good choice, right?

Avery George: Uh... wait, how....?

Reaching out, Diego takes the microphone from Avery.

Diego: HOW?! Because this monster, he has no direction. He has no family. The Agents of Destiny, they no longer have any pull. The moment Mirage said it was over... this guy right here had no home. So what do I do? What do I bring to the table that causes him to follow me now?

Quickly turning and glaring deep into the camera, Diego is no longer looking at Avery.

Diego: NOTHING. All I'm doing is providing him with the chance to hurt people... to take out his rage that he's feeling because he's feeling betrayed. He has no loyalty to me, no reason to want us to succeed tonight other than the fact that a win...

A quick devious chuckle escapes.

Diego: ...it gives him more chances to HURT people.

Turning and glancing again at Avery, Diego hands the microphone back and smirks.

Avery: So do you think your chances are good to advan....

Instead of taking the microphone from The Intern, Diego merely grabs him by the wrist and pulls the microphone up to his mouth.

Diego: No, I don't think our chances are good to advance. We're not a TEAM, we're just a pair of competitors. But the front office? Those putas decided to put me in this match, and so I picked the most dangerous mother f**ker available. If I wanted to win, I would've forced them to give H-Rod a contract again... but the truth? His knee's f**ked up. So there you have it. Am I gonna win? Prob'ly not. Are we going to advance? Maybe, maybe not. Is this a dangerous alliance which will quite possibly blow up and cause some major shit in that ring, possibly killing me in the process? Odds are good on that one.

Releasing Avery's wrist, Diego starts to walk up the steps towards the entrance curtain, and just as Avery starts to relax, Diego hops over the railing and grabs the microphone again, this time getting WAY UP CLOSE IN THE CAMERA.

Diego: FROM NOW ON... EXPECT! ANYTHING!!!

Instead of giving the microphone back to Avery, Diego tosses it aside as he shoves the cameraman.

Jimmy Yates: There is a lot on the line here for all the teams involved to be sure, and many things could come into play here. We still don't know Diego's partner – that mystery could give him an advantage, but if it's an unfamiliar partner, how will their teamwork hold up? Family Values is a big match type of team, but as tough as they are they are still feeling the effects of their hellacious deathmatch against VIP from LEGACY XV. Tres Bien are fantastically quick and have great teamwork, but they don't have quite the background and experience of say Family Values. The Saunders Family? They have been fueled it seems by a bit of a sibling rivalry, forcing each member to step up, but could that lead to familial strife in this match?

Bryan Harris: Whew, you need to breathe Jimbo – and yes you had a lot of questions there, and frankly there's no way we can answer them now. We're just going to have to go to the footage to see just who emerges from the mayhem with that title shot.

-Wham-

-Wham-

Patrick Kidd drives three straight bionic elbows into Diego's skull as he then sends him off with an Irish whip, and as Diego crosses the ring, Maya spring boards back from the top rope and crashes into Diego with a moonsault! Maya quickly hooks the leg, looking for the pin, but Harrison is there to quickly drop the elbow across the back. As he stands, Patrick Kidd meets him a kick to the midsection and quick uppercut, knocking Harrison back to the ropes.

Alan Ducard: As we've gone along in this match it has become quite clear that picking up the victory in this match is going to be quite difficult.

Bryan Harris: Well you have four teams with four guys on the outside and four inside – any pinfall you try to pick up, you could very well face opposition from five other fighters to stop you.

Jimmy Yates: You're right Bryan – if this was just about one team not moving on I think it would be a different story, but you have a golden opportunity riding on this one.

Kidd tries to send Harrison off with the Irish whip, but Harrison reverses and sends Kidd on his way and on the return he drops him with a drop toe hold, torquing those recovering legs. Patrick hits the canvas face first, and just as he lands, Maya comes crashing down on to him as Diego hits a running bulldog on Maya that drives him into Patrick! Diego is up, but Harrison kicks him quickly and spikes him down with a DDT!

Alan Ducard: Harrison makes the quick cover!

ONE

TWO

T-NO! Diego kicks out! Great work from Harrison going for the pin so quickly. It didn't get the fall, but that's how these fighters are going to have to move if they want to pick up the fall before help can arrive.

Jimmy Yates: Right you are Alan – This is a big night for the Saunders Family – Boyd and Junior could pick up a Tag Team Title match tonight, and Boyd Saunders could go home with the FX Title.

Bryan Harris: Opportunity, yes, Jimbo, but we're still a long way right now from seeing that happen.

Coming out of the DDT, Harrison catches Diego with a quick right hand on the rise, and he pulls Diego into his corner, making the tag to Junior. Junior steps in as Harrison holds Diego and he lays in with multiple kicks to Diego's exposed midsection. Junior and Harrison then hook Diego and take him up and over with a double vertical suplex. With Diego momentarily out of the equation, Maya turns on the speed, and blazes past Patrick Kidd, ducking a clothesline and immediately dives with the chop block, taking Patrick down to his knees, and in a flash, Maya delivers a wicked kick to the jaw. Maya then grabs Patrick and pulls him to the Tres Bien corner and drops Patrick face first into the second buckle and turns him over. Maya grabs Kidd by the legs and keeping Patrick's head on the buckle. Shinya grabs hold of the rope and somersaults over the ropes into Kidd's stomach, driving him off the buckles and right into a pin attempt from Maya!

Alan Ducard: BIEN FLIP! Maya has the pin!

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TWO

TH-NO! Harrison and Junior charge the corner from across the ring, and break up the pin and are putting the boots to Maya! Junior hits a big elbow to Shinya's face and knocks him off the apron, and now they are pulling Maya up, hooking him and there's a suplex from Junior, and Harrison comes through with the round off!

Jimmy Yates: A big double team now has The Saunders Family in control of this match just as Tres Bien was looking to seize it themselves – and the official is now trying to get Harrison back out of the ring to his corner, and Patrick Kidd is up and … spinning spinebuster!

Bryan Harris: Kidd took out Harrison, but no one was watching Diego and … he takes in … Lucien Gray, and now the monster of this match is back in action!

Lucien Gray steps into the ring, over the ropes, and he meets Patrick Kidd with a clothesline, taking him down. The gray behemoth then grabs Junior by the throat and tosses him with a choke toss before coming to the real desire of his assault. Maya.

Lucien pulls Maya up by the head in a head crush type grip before driving his own skull into Maya's with a brutal head butt, then another, and finally he lifts Maya up into a straight up double choke position, his legs dangling. On the outside Shinya is seeing red as those protective instincts kick in – and he comes to Maya's aid. Shinya looks to Lucien who seems to be taunting him with the abuse, and he climbs the buckles …

Alan Ducard: DROPKICK FROM THE TOP ROPE! Lucien drops Maya and he staggers back from the high impact blow. Shinya up with a stinging kick and another, and another! Shinya off the ropes with the blinding speed and … GOOD LORD WHAT A BIG BOOT!

Bryan Harris: Lucien just took Shinya's head off his shoulders with that brutal kick to the head.

Jimmy Yates: Tres Bien is down … but SO IS LUCIEN! Patrick Kidd with a leaping neckbreaker takes all his weight and he snaps Lucien down to the canvas and now Patrick is looking to make the tag … and he does!

The crowd erupts as The Outlaw hits the ring, and Blade immediately goes for Junior. Junior eats a punch and fires back with a quick kick, but as soon as he tries to follow up, Greyson grabs him and drives him to the canvas with a shortarm clothesline and a knee drop to the face. Blade then to turns where Lucien has regained his footing. The Outlaw and Lucien begin to circle each other and finally they collide!

Alan Ducard: The Outlaw is going toe-to-toe with the beast! Left from Lucien, and a right from Greyson. Lucien with a huge knee, staggering The Outlaw, and Blade responds with a mammoth uppercut which blocks a double axe handle smash, and Greyson with another huge uppercut!

Jimmy Yates: Greyson is stepping in and … he takes Lucien up … OUTLAW DROP!

The Outlaw hits the drop, but as soon as he's up Shinya charges him after Maya made a successful tag. Shinya with a kick to the midsection and then a kick to the jaw, and Greyson goes down to one knee. Shinya comes off the ropes and dropkicks Blade back down to the canvas. However, just as he does … Kidd hits the ring and …

Alan Ducard: CRIMSON TIDE DDT! KIDD CATCHES SHINYA! Diego is now hitting the ring and there's a dropkick to Junior and he's coming in at Greyson, and Blade grabs him by the throat … chokeslam to Diego!

Bryan Harris: The chaos is back! The official is going to have to watch who is legal.

Jimmy Yates: Here comes Harrison but Maya cuts him off and there's a hurricanrana from Maya to Harrison! Lucien Gray now up and he tosses Maya over the top and he turns to Patrick Kidd … Patrick ducks the clothesline and …

Alan Ducard: GALLOWS DROP RIGHT INTO A KILLSHOT! THE OUTLAW DRIVES THE BIG MAN INTO THE CANVAS! BLADE WITH THE COVER!

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THREE!

The bell sounds and we go to Josephina Colbert as the crowd cheers for the victory.

Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners the team of Patrick Kidd and The Outlaw Greyson Blade …. FAMILY VALUES!

Jimmy Yates: Another big win for Family Values coming out of LEGACY XV, who showed in spite of the grueling past few months they still have a lot of fight left, and now they have a shot at the World Tag Team Titles next edition of Strife.

Bryan Harris: It's going to be a huge match Jimbo, especially if you know who is still in possession of the gold.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and I can't wait!

Dawson: The haters have been talking again guys.

Davis: One loss? We've owned Family Values for months.

Ledge: Besides, we mercifully took years off their careers.

We’ve only just begun, and NO ONE is safe.

Dawson: You know it's amazing how a little gold makes the biggest idiots even braver.

Davis: He wants to call "us" out? Please.

Ledge: Moreno, "they" are only wrong until you fail ... again ... anyone have an ETA on that?

You think we’re just after your heroes?

Ledge: Agents of Destiny?

Dawson: Ha! Since when?

Ledge: It takes a little more than squashing a meager division and a can of spray paint to be worth anything.

Davis: They had their play time and now it's time for the REAL cream of the crop to show LEGACY what a tag team can do.

No, we’re after all of your so-called icons.

Davis: How does a man who has been given that many title chances have the balls to step to us about the gold he has?

Ledge: "Count the titles" doesn't exactly apply when you get more title shots in a month than the entire VIP has gotten in a year ... but hey, if that fails, just hurl out pathetic gay insults circa 1998.

Dawson: Or make excuses when you lose to superior competition.

Let’s not forget too, we’re after your gold.

Dawson: I know I'm the only Elite Champion in LEGACY right now, but it's not like you guys are unfamiliar with holding a strap.

Davis: Hey man, I held that belt too - seems LEGACY wants to ignore that fact, and the fact that throughout our careers we've had a championship pedigree.

Ledge: We've been World Champions before, and were going to show you exactly why we lead federations - we don't follow a federation's lead.

Win a tournament, rule a federation.

Davis: It is about time Ledge and I had gold again isn't it?

Dawson: About time and it's inevitable.

Ledge: VIP - World Tag Team Champions - it has an ... Elite ring to it don't you think?

Win a token, conquer the world.

Dawson: I am The Highlight of the Night, and I am the ToV Champion.

Ledge: Wait ... wait ... there's more. You are to become the greatest ToV Champion of all time - no offense Adam.

Davis: None taken - it's for the greater good. One more token, and there's no turning back - because that World Title shot will be ours.

We will take control of the future and direction of this federation and this industry.

Dawson: You know everyone really despises us.

Ledge: Like any of us gives a damn.

Davis: If they hate us, then we're doing something right - we're challenging the status quo.

Isn’t that what it’s really all about though, control?

Ledge: They don't listen to the superior or the wise.

Dawson: They only might listen if you've got some gold.

Davis: I guess the intellectually deficient are attracted to shiny objects.

And who better to be in control than us?

Dawson: When we take what we want, this federation will have to recognize our greatness.

Ledge: It's pathetic really, we already are great, they just refuse to see it.

Davis: They never listen. They never pay attention to facts. They only realize their own inferiority when we drop them face down in a pool of their own blood.

We cannot be stopped.

Dawson: So what if someone does happen to beat us?

Davis: It's a minor setback, because we will keep coming back each and every time until we have what we want.

Ledge: With everything we've seen, with everything we've lived through and experienced from down South to out West to here in LEGACY - a loss is supposed to faze us?

We cannot be denied.

Davis: We are stronger than that.

Ledge: We have more guts than you could ever fathom.

Dawson: Don't question our will - question yours.

The elite will inherit the earth.

Davis: You can bow.

Ledge: Or we can take you out at the knees.

Davis: It's not a question of "if" we succeed but "when".

We are the elite.

"The Iceman" Adam Davis

Nick "Ledge" Ledgerwood

"The Highlight of the Night" Matthew Dawson

We are the VIP.

TMB: The reigning Legacy No Limit Champion. That’s what the guys in the suits call me. Not because someone handed me a belt…but because I won it. Because I defended it. And before we go any farther, let me answer the questions right now. Yeah…I worked my ass off for this belt. Yeah…I didn’t have to kiss any ass for this belt. And you are damn right, I didn’t have to suck up to anyone to get here.

TMB pauses as a backstage hand rushes past him on the walkie talkie.

Stagehand: He just kicked the door in, Matt. You get security up here right now. I have a feeling that, that isn’t all he is gonna do.

TMB looks at the stagehand, before continuing down the hallway.

TMB: If you have any questions on why people want to face ME…for this belt, it’s because beating me means you are beating someone legit. You’re not beating some flunkie that got lucky. You aren’t beating some goof at the end of his career. You beat me, you have beaten someone worth beating. That’s why I have beasts like Frank Garvin stomping around in my yard. Because he knows…he feels what I do with this belt. He understands that if you want to prove something…I’m your guy. I’m your measuring stick. The test that needs to be taken.

TMB: Problem is, Frank fall a little short. But you can see it in his eyes that he wants another taste. That he is addicted. And what kind of dealer would I be if I…

TMB turns the corner and see the two guards that were watching his room knocked out. Black’s door has been kicked in. As the camera pans over Black’s shoulder you can see the cause of everything. Sitting in the middle of Thomas Manchester Black's locker room, with black and white printouts of TMB's face taped all over all the walls is Frank Garvin. TMB pans from Garvin to the pictures on the wall. Each one of them with blood-smeared smiley faces on them. His mirror has "WARRIOR" written in blood on it. Garvin sits Indian style in the middle of the room with a cut in the middle of his forehead, smiling.

TMB: Son of a…

Before anything can continue happen, Security floods the room, moving TMB one way and moving Garvin the other as the scene starts to fade.

Bryan Harris: Boyd is a giant Ducard - on the level of an Issac Entragian. That strength and that intimidation factor definitely make Boyd a huge threat in this match.

Jimmy Yates: I'm not going to deny that Boyd is a threat Bryan, but let's not sell the champion short here. Hazard has been on a roll with some real huge wins as champion. Plus, he's not exactly lacking when it comes to battling monsters if we think back to his rather violent, personal feud with Frank Garvin.

Alan Ducard: Well gents, let's take this on to the footage and we find out if Hazard can add yet another successful title defense to his already stellar championship reign.

Jimmy Yates: Big Boyd is delivering a massive beatdown to the Network champ right here.

Alan Ducard: Hazard is no small man gents, but Boyd still has almost a whole foot and a hundred pounds on him, and those numbers play a big factor into things.

Boyd lets Hazard go and he slumps onto the mat stomach first one arm reaching out to hold his back. Boyd just steps on the hand and puts all his weight on Hazard's back as he steps over him.

Bryan Harris: Simple, but for a giant, effective.

Boyd pulls Hazard up to his feet by grabbing him by the back of the neck and just lifting him straight up. Boyd spins Hazard around and pulls him into a bear hug, slowly crushing the air out of Hazards lungs and compressing his ribs and spine. He squeezes tighter every time Hazard gasps for air. The ref checks on Hazard to see if he is still conscious and lifts his arm into the air and it drops.

Alan Ducard: Boyd crushing Hazard's ribs like Danny Hodge would a pair of pliers.

The ref lifts Hazards arm and it falls a second time.

Jimmy Yates: Boyd is crushing those ribs like Hodge would an apple with his bare fist.

The ref lifts up Hazards arm a third time, it starts to fall but stops and hovers in the middle before Hazard lifts it up and sends a left right into Boyd's face. He throws a series of punches right to the face that force the beast to loosen his grip.

Bryan Harris: Come on ref those closed fists are illegal.

Hazard throws another left and Boyd finally drops him and stumbles back. Hazard stumbles backwards into the ropes, takes a brief second to catch his breath then rushes forward and throws a series of kicks at Big Boyd's legs. Boyd drops to one knee and Hazard sends a quick knee to Boyd's face. Hazard takes a few steps back and when Boyd gets to his feet he rebounds off the ropes and runs full force towards Boyd then leaps and delivers a solid flying clothesline knocking the big man off his feet and the crowd goes crazy cheering on Hazard as they start to chant his name.

Alan Ducard: I haven't seen a lariat like that since the glory days of Stan Erichson.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard is on the comeback trail!

Both men are on the mat trying to catch their breath. Hazard gets to his feet just a moment before Boyd.

Bryan Harris: Hazard seems to have gotten a second wind, but Boyd looks like he is ready to knock it out of him again.

Paul Sr. outside the ring is yelling some strategies at the largest of the three Saunders brothers.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard has taken a beating in the first half of this match, but he hasn't held the Network title this long, by giving up when the chips are down. Hazard has held the title for over 6 months defending against and beating former champions like Stephen Rawlings, Devastation, and John Thomas.

Hazard sends a boot to Boyd's jaw as he attempts to get up. Hazard then comes off the ropes and drops the knee on the skull and then hits quick elbow. As Boyd tries to get up again, Hazard grabs Boyd under the jaw and goes for a DDT, but Boyd just pushes him away. This doesn't slow Hazard down though who rushes forward and jumps off of Boyd's knee and hits a shining wizard kick sending Boyd crashing back down to the mat.

Hazard stands up and looks down at Boyd then tries to pull him to his feet. Hazard pulls him up and calls for the Flatscan and the crowd cheers him on.

Jimmy Yates: Hazard looking to finish this, but can he lift Boyd with the damage he has taken to his back.

Hazard hunches over trying to lift up big Boyd and the first attempt is futile, but he tries again and the big man is off his feet.

Bryan Harris: Holy crap he's got Boyd in the air!

Hazard goes to shit the weight to his signature backdrop driver, but his back gives out from the earlier punishment and he falls to the mat with Boyd crashing down on top of him to add insult to injury.

On the outside Paul Sr. signals to Boyd to finish it. Hazard looks up from the amt just in time to see the heel of Boyd's boot make contact with his face. Boyd then pulls him up and hits the face palm-STO slamming Hazard into the mat. Boyd makes the cover.

One

Two

Three

Josephina Colbert: Your Winner, and NEW Network Champion "Big" Boyd Saunders.

The ref raises Boyd's arm as Paul Sr. climbs into the ring with the belt shooing the ref out of the way and slings the belt over Boyd's shoulder as he raises his son's arm.

Alan Ducard: Big Boyd made a statement tonight defeating Hazard who held the Network championship since October of last year. Boyd has shown that the Saunders Family will be a force to be reckoned with.

Hazard slides out of the ring holding his back as he heads up the ramp. Boyd looks on as the crowd gives a mixed reaction , some happy to witness a title change live, others disappointed to see the astonishing reign of former champ Hazard come to an end.

Kenji: For months you people have been waiting for this haven’t you? For months you were waiting for me, weren’t you? Waiting and watching. Watching with your eyes and hoping with your hearts. Weren’t you?

The crowd continues to cheer.

Kenji: You watched this happen to me and now…now you cheer.

Kenji’s voice lightens as he speaks, his eyes wander around the crowd with resentment.

Kenji: Did you cheer when I stopped myself from breaking open Rawlings’ skull with a steel chair when I first got here? Did you cheer when I tried…so hard…to be a normal person? Did you? Did you think I wanted this?

The cheers soften.

Kenji: You sat there and watched. All of you…just…watched.

Kenji rips the bandage from his head and reveals a hideous gash that goes from his eye all the way around to the back of his head. It’s still glistening red in the lights that shine down on him. The crowd hushes to a silence.

Kenji: Do you think I wanted this? What man could possibly want this? I wanted to be beautiful…I wanted to be normal but you…ALL of you wouldn’t let me have that. WOULD YOU!? No, you wanted the monster. But it wasn’t just you…people…that did this to me. Rawlings’ has paid his price. Rawlings’ blood has been spilled. But the locker room, everyone back there just sat back and let him do this to me. Did anyone reach their hand out to help me get up? Was there ever someone who saw what was happening and tried to stop this…this…ugliness from being reborn? No. They, just like all of you, watched and laughed at me. No one would let me be beautiful. So, you know what I decided? As I was picking the scab off of my hideous skull?

Kenji finally smiles, the crowd still silent as they look at the wound on his head.

Kenji: I won’t let Legacy be beautiful either.

A low murmur of boos begin to echo through the arena, but Kenji seems almost immune to them. His smile twists and turns on his face as he speaks.

Kenji: If I can’t be beautiful then all of Legacy…will be as ugly as I am. I will cut the scars in Legacy’s face and its very being. Just as Legacy and you people have cut the scars on me. It has already begun, the first scar has been given to Legacy. Your white light and your hero in Jester Smiles? He’s gone. I took him and I crushed his skull beneath my feet. He’s never coming back to Legacy.

Kenji licks his lips as if savoring what he did to Smiles. The crowd has decidedly turned on Kenji and started a furious chorus of boos.

Kenji: When everything is said and done. When I’m finished making Legacy ugly and devoid of any beauty what so ever…remember. REMEMEBER. You did this to me…

You did this to yourselves.

Jimmy Yates: I'm with you there Alan. VIP is a team on the rise even after losing at LEGACY XV, they've been on a tear and have people talking. There's no doubt about the team work of the Flying Avengers, but there may be some doubt about Cronos and Mirage after what happened at LEGACY XV, and I for one am looking to see how they fare.

Bryan Harris: What I'm really interested in seeing Jimbo is how Anselm and Moreno work in this as a team. I mean the World Champion is involved now in a tag tournament? I have to wonder about his focus compared to that of his partner.

Alan Ducard: Well let's get to the footage and see who emerges victorious from the chaos.

Gryffin reaches down and grabs Cronos by the head, looking to lift him up off the match, but Adam Davis rushes in and dropkicks Gryffin in the head, and as he falls to the mat with the move, Davis's elbow catches Diamante in the face. With a smirk, "Iceman" spins his legs around and gets into the kneeling position, then reaches back and tags in Ledge.

Bryan Harris: V.I.P. continuing with the great tagging, and THIS is why they're going to be a championship team here in LEGACY before too long!

As Gryffin tries to get up off the mat, Ledge grabs him by the head and swings around, dropping Anselm with a quick swinging neckbreaker. Rising right back to his feet, Ledge rushes over and sends a low dropkick into the breadbasket of Kid Lightning, who is still on the mat from the repeated strikes and kicks from Adam Davis a few moments ago.

Jimmy Yates: That dropkick was EXTREMELY low - some might even say ILLEGALLY low.

Alan Ducard: He's getting an earfull from Don Bower about it.

Seeing that Cronos Diamante is working his way up off the mat, Ledge pushes past the elder of the two officials and tries to get to the former tag team champion, but Diamante spins in a crouched position and sends a low spinning backfist to Ledge's ribs that stop him in his place. Cronos then fires in a fist to the gut that drops Ledge to a knee. Diamante rises and fires into Ledge's midsection with a roundhouse kick. Planting his foot, Cronos spins his legs around and goes for a high kick but Ledge ducks underneath it at the last second. Taking Diamante by the wrist, Ledge sends Cronos across the ring with an irish whip, right into Gryffin Anselm, sending both men down to the mat.

Bryan Harris: How INGENIUS was that!?!?

Alan Ducard: Two birds, one stone.

Bryan Harris: Almost like two girls, one...

Jimmy Yates: STOP!

After stomping down onto Gryffin for a moment, Ledge grabs Cronos by the head and hoists him up off the mat with a suplex attempt, but Diamante floats over and ends up behind Ledge, charging forward with his moment of surprise and clubbing Ledge down to the mat. Ledge starts to get back up, holding his face in his hands to try to shake off some of the pain, but Diamante stomps down on his back, sending Ledge right back down into the mat.

Alan Ducard: Smart move by Cronos to keep right in on the attack, and now it looks like he's making another smart move by tagging in his partner, Mirage. Whatever the differences those two may or may not have with one another, especially given some of Mirage's recent comments, tagging in a fresh competitor for the team is a very smart move.

Jimmy Yates: Yeah, and Gryffin Anselm should probably be thinking about that right about now. He's got the World Champion in his corner right now, and he hasn't tagged Moreno into the match ONCE thus far.

Mirage enters the match and goes right after Kid Lightning, kicking him a few times in the corner before grabbing him and lifting him up off the mat. Backing up a few steps, Mirage hoists him up off the mat into a vertical suplex, then turns around and falls forwards, sending him crashing down into Ledge. Mirage then turns his attention to Gryffin, who is now up onto a knee. Marcus slams a forearm into Anselm's head, but as he goes for a second one, Mirage feels the impact of an elbow shot into his gut. Gryffin gets to his feet and slams a fist into the side of Mirage's head, rocking him back. Taking Mirage by the wrist, Anselm backs up a step and then charges forward as he pulls his opponent in, SLAMMING into him full force with a short-arm clothesline.

Alan Ducard: Dear Lord, Anselm nearly took his bloody head off!!

Jimmy Yates: And after the match at LEGACY XV, Mirage is still feeling the effects of the cage.

Reaching down, Gryffin grabs Mirage by the head, hooking it under his arm, then grabs Mirage by the waistband. Looking out into the crowd with a devious look on his face, Anselm swiftly brings Mirage up off the mat as if he's going for a vertical suplex, but Ledge slips in and hits a chop-block that causes Anselm to fall backwards, Mirage landing down on him. Ross Quattro slides in to make the pinfall count.

ONE...

TWO...

Ledge grabs Mirage and shoves him off of Anselm, then gets into the mounted position and starts choking Gryffin right in front of Quattro, forcing the young referee to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Alan Ducard: BLATANT choke!

THREE!

Crowd: QUATTRO!!!

Before Ross can get to five, Ledge releases the choke and rolls away, reaching up and tagging in Adam Davis.

Bryan Harris: More quick tags... I LOVE IT!!

When Adam Davis enters the ring, he spots Kid Lightning trying to crawl over to his corner, so he quickly grabs KL by the ankle and pulls him back towards the middle of the ring, grabbing him by the back of the head, forcing him up a little bit, grabbing him around the waist, hoisting him up off the mat... and SLAMMING him backwards with a German suplex.

Mirage back on his feet, he rushes over and clotheslines Adam Davis back down to the mat, then stomps down on him. Turning around, Mirage spots Gryffin and goes in on the attack. Helping Anselm up, Mirage takes a step back and then kicks him in the gut. After Mirage drills Gryff with a forearm to the face, he shoots an irish whip. On the return Mirage ducks for a back body drop, but Anselm stops his momentum and executes his rising knee jawbreaker. Further getting the upperhand with an inverted atomic drop, Gryffin send Mirage running with an irish whip and then goes for a clothesline, which Mirage ducks. His momentum carries Mirage into the ropes where he holds on to stop himself. Anselm turns around and goes for another clothesline, but Mirage ducks down and pulls the top rope with him, sending Gryffin over the top, crashing down to the arena floor.

Adam Davis quickly moves in and grabs Mirage, tossing him between the ropes, crashing down to the arena floor. The Iceman then grabs Kid Lightning and whips him over into the V.I.P. corner. He then hoists KL up onto the top rope, and Ledge climbs in to join the Flying Avenger on the top. Ledge heaves back like he's attempting an overhead belly-to belly, but out of the toss Davis latches on and hits a Cold Shoulder.

Bryan Harris: WHAT A MOVE FROM VIP!

Jimmy Yates: The Cold Shoulder can come out of ANYWHERE!

Don Bower drops to make the count as Iceman covers...

Alan Ducard: DAVIS WITH THE COVER!

ONE...

TWO...!

THREE!

Joesphina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen you winners ... Ledge and The Iceman Adam Davis ... V..I...P!

Alan Ducard: VIP gets right on the winning track here tonight, and continues their hot streak against some great tag team talent.

Jimmy Yates: Personalities aside, VIP can go with the best of them, and they showed it once again here tonight.

Bryan Harris: They can Jimbo, no doubt, but I have to wonder also coming out of this match what this performance means for Anselm and Moreno. Is Gryffin really going to try and shoulder all of the load himself in the remainder of the tournament?

Alan Ducard: I guess we'll have to wait and see Bry-...

Jimmy Yates: Actually, it looks like the V.I.P. aren't going to let Justin Moreno stay on the outside looking in during these matches!

Having just returned to his feet after making the pin, Adam Davis turns and swiftly sprints over to the corner where Justin Moreno is standing on the apron and DROPKICKS HIM OFF THE APRON! The Champion flies off, falling into the security guardrail, sending him to the arena floor in a hump. Ledge, already on his feet on the arena floor, moves in and grabs Moreno by the head, slamming a fist into the side of his face.

Bryan Harris: Looks like I'm not the only one pissed off that Moreno's our "champ"!!

Hoisting Moreno up off the mat, Ledge throws Justin into the ring under the bottom rope, and then he notices Gryffin Anselm starting to get up, and he rushes over and kicks him in the side of the head, sending him back down flat on the floor. The view switches over to Adam Davis, who is now searching for something underneath the ring, and after he finds it, he pulls out from beneath the apron...

Alan Ducard: Croquet mallets?!

Jimmy Yates: Someone's got to stop this before it gets out of control!

"Iceman" slides back into the ring to join Ledge, handing him one of the mallets, a smirk on his face as he looks out over the booing masses. With a laugh, Adam Davis looks out at the fans

Adam Davis: We can take this guy's belt WHENEVER. WE. WANT!

Getting down onto one knee, Ledge looks Moreno in the eye, with Davis' foot on the side of J-Mo's neck to keep him from going anywhere.

Ledge: Hey champ, you're about to test your skills in the true Sport of Kings!!

Stephen Rawlings: Goddamn it... Just get me a mic.

The suited man climbs into the ring and grabs the mic from the ring announcer. He hands it to Stephen, and he grabs it with the only part of his body not in a cast, his left arm.

Stephen Rawlings: Ladies and Gentlemen.... I apologize for my appearance today, but I needed to come out here and speak to you all.

The crowd boos.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey come on now... What did I do to you? I am just a man in pain. A man beaten into a mess, thus this mask. I just want to give you all some information. So, SHUT THE F*CK UP!

The crowd boos louder.

Stephen Rawlings: Look... I'm out here today to introduce my Lawyer Ronald Cerello. He is here because I have started 4 lawsuits, that you all should know about. Number 1. Kenji Yamada. I am suing him for assault and battery. What we had was a wrestling match, and look what he did to me instead?

The crowd cheers.

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah, well the hell with you too. That's why the second lawsuit is against the audience at Legacy XV. They had the chance to butt in and interject before it got out of hand. But they just stood there laughing and enjoying it... That is pure negligence, and I will make all of you pay.

The crowd starts to boo again.

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah, because the boos are gonna help your case.... The next lawsuit is a Workers Comp Lawsuit against Belote Enterprises. And, the last one is against Rob Belote himself....

The crowds boos get louder.

Stephen Rawlings: Shut the hell up! I'm not done! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! DAMN IT! You all are rude! I'm out here, and you treat this like it's a Goddamn circus....

The boos settle down a bit...

Stephen Rawlings: That's more like it. The reason I'm suing Belote is because he is the reason I'm in the shape I'm in right now. He signed the match, he made me wrestle "No Limits". He is responsible and he will pay.... But don't any of you think I'm doing this for money, because against Rob Belote... I aint doing it for money.... I'm suing for a match... AGAINST HIM! And WHEN that judge finds me in favor..... I will wrestle Rob Belote in a No Limits match... And the winner, will run the company....

The arena fills with boos again.

Stephen Rawlings: And when I become the new owner of this company, I will have three main priorities. ONE..... GET ME THE WORLD TITLE.... Get rid of NO LIMITS wrestling.... And fire Loco Martinez, X-Calibur, and Kenji Yamada! Thank you..... That is-

"Angry Again" By Megadeth plays through the speakers. Chris Turner walks out to the ring and snatches a mic from the ring announcer.

Chris Turner: What are you talking about? Getting rid of No Limits wrestling?

Stephen Rawlings: Hey cuz... Aren't you getting a little ahead of yourself here? I'm not even the owner yet...

Chris Turner: No, because if I need to look for a new job, I need to know now.,...

Stephen Rawlings: You're not going to have to look for a new job...

Chris Turner: But you said no more "No limits".

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah, that gives you a few months to maybe learn how to actually wrestle...

Chris Turner: But I don't do this for the wrestling... I do this for the right to hurt other people.

Stephen Rawlings: Look at me you pathetic loser. THIS is what happens to those people you hurt! You really think that I can condone that sort of thing, when I'm stuck in a wheelchair, and can't move my body? Because I have to get reconstructive surgery on my face? NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT. And if you can't conform... Then I'll take this little talk as your resignation for when I take over.

Chris Turner: FINE!

He leaps out of the ring, and knocks Rawlings over in the wheelchair. He sticks his hands up in the air. The crowd cheers. He then walks to the back.

Stephen Rawlings: Add two knew lawsuits... One against Chris, and one more for Legacy for not being handicap accessible. Now help me up!

The lawyer nods, and struggles to get Rawlings back into the his chair. The camera cuts to the back.

Bryan Harris: Which means we are about to be treated to the triumphant return of Anarchy to a LEGACY ring.

Jimmy Yates: What it MEANS is we're about to see a sham.

Bryan Harris: Who sanded your vagina, Yates?

Jimmy Yates: Its bad enough that X-Calibur's partner is Loco Martinez... which makes the combined ego of the team unmeasurable... but there are dozens of guys and girls backstage who would do anything to get a spot in a main event, and these two decide to bring back guys who a few months ago were banished from wrestling by Loco Martinez! This is a crock... so how about we start the match footage so we can get this bullsh-

Alan Ducard: Jimmy!

Jimmy Yates: ... over with. I'm sorry, but its absurd and if I have to be subject to THEM? I'm gonna speak my mind. Anarchy has no right to be in that ring, getting a tag title shot. And do we REALLY think Anarchy is going to come into this match looking to actually beat X and Loco? No. We're not stupid. Our fans aren't stupid. Lets not insult their intelligence.

Alan Ducard: Anarchy doesn't exactly look in "ring shape", do they?

Jimmy Yates: I dunno, they both look to be ring shaped, is that close enough? And I can't believe Loco and X-Calibur.

Loco and X-Calibur are still in their incredibly well crafted suits.

Bryan Harris: What? They're dressed for success. Dressed to Impress. Its good Loco could find himself a suit on such short notice!

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

Alan Ducard: Looks like Loco Martinez will start off with T.Rex.

The bell rings and Loco and T.Rex circle one another. They tie up and T.Rex pushes Loco back into the ropes. The referee starts the "five count", and T.Rex breaks on 3.

Bryan Harris: This match will be fought with the most gentlemanly of intentions!

Loco and T.Rex again begin circling. They tie up, and this time T.Rex gets Loco and turns, and in what can only be described as the most gentle irish whip ever, nudges Loco towards the ropes. Loco runs in an exaggerated slow motion, bounces off the ropes... in slow motion, and heads back towards Teddy. He hits T.Rex's shoulder, and falls gently to the mat. Its at this point in time that the first piece of trash hits the ring, as the crowd begins to mercilessly boo thisfarce.

Jimmy Yates: ...*sighs*... ridiculous.

Alan Ducard: Seems the crowd finds the intensity lacking.

Jimmy Yates: Understatement of the year, Al.

T.Rex throws his hands out to the side celebrating like he just "Canadian Destroyered" Andre the Giant. He is hit with a half full cup of soda, which draws an irate glare as he scans the crowd for the culprit. Loco quickly kips up, and X-Calibur jumps in the ring calling for a "time out". The referee, Loco, and T.Rex look on confused, but X goes to the corner and busts out a lint remover. He turns Loco around and we see some dirt from the mat that ended up on his jacket. He quickly rolls over the back and shoulder's of Loco's suit jacket. Satisfied with the cleanliness of the suit. X heads back to the apron.

Jimmy Yates: REALLY?! This is what we've become.

As soon as X is on the apron he extends his hand, and Loco tags him in. X steps in the ropes and smirks at T.Rex. Now its T.Rex and X's turn circle one another, as more and more debris hits the ring and the crowd chants "Bullshit" towards the 4 "combatants".

Alan Ducard: I try to maintain my neutrality, but right now? I couldn't agree more.

T.Rex takes a step back and overdramatically winds up looking for a right hand. He swings at about three-fifths speed, and X easily ducks it. The "force" of the attempted punch swings T.Rex around and X quickly grabs right hand and bends it behind T.Rex's back in a hammerlock.

Bryan Harris: Submission attempt!

T.Rex howls melodramatically. Wincing. Flailing. The crowd booing. X-Calibur is a cross between sneering and giggling. Loco Martinez on the outside is doubled over shaking with laughter. T.Rex nods at the referee, and taps his own shoulder. The Referee rolls his eyes, but calls for the bell. More trash from the crowd. Loco Martinez is quickly in the ring with the LEGACY Tag Team Title.

Bryan Harris: HE TAPPED! T.REX TAPPED!

Jimmy Yates: What a crock of steaming... ugh... I'm done. *we hear the crash of Jimmy's head phones on the table*

Alan Ducard: While I can't help but agree that our fans in attendance and at home watching deserved better... I also can't help but wonder what it means to Legacy as a whole that those two men are standing side by side. Fighting with each other. Each man has publicly expressed their disdain for Legacy, and I can't imagine that the two of them combined will "tune it down".

Bryan Harris: Lets hope not, Al.... lets hope not.

In the ring we see Loco and X extending their titles high. Each man walks to the rope and leans over the top rope dangling the belts... almost daring someone to come get them. And on that note we fade to the LEGACY Logo before going to black.