***Women - From Auburn locks to raven tresses this is diversity at its finest***

***Drink - The Armand de Brignac flows freely - get those glasses up!***

***Championships - The Greatest ToV Champion.***

He is The Highlight of the Night - The Elite One, and this celebration, barely contained by the VIP locker room, is his.

Dawson, still in his ring gear, leans on the bar installed for the party, taking as much weight as he can off of his leg as he can. He's hurting, but there is no way he would miss this, not for anything in this world. A blonde to his right, a brunette to his left, a bottle in his hand and the ToV Title strapped around his waist - for what more could he ask? The Highlight of the Night touches his title and looks down with a wide grin as the ladies trying having a conversation with him as he tunes them out, caught up in his own moment. However, something does snap him out of his own victorious trance, and that's Ledge and Davis emerging from the crowd to stand directly in front of him.

HOTN: Gentlemen ... this ... is ... fabulous, better than even I had thought.

Ledge looks around with a bit of an uneasy smile on his face.

Ledge: It is something isn't it, but listen, Adam and I need to check out of here. If we want to be able to continue this celebration into the wee hours of the morning, we need to have something worth celebrating ... like all of VIP holding gold.

Ledge looks around again at the early debauchery and then back to Dawson.

Ledge: Besides, you know me. I'm not big on crowds.

Dawson looks to Ledge for a moment with a pensive look, and then to Davis, who seems more at ease, but still with that focused edge. Wanting to keep it positive, he quickly bring back that confident, feel-good vibe.

HOTN: Hey, we can do this however you want it done man - we are the VIP - what we want is what we get, and that's why it's only a matter of time.

With that Davis motions towards the door over the noise of the music, and Ledge nods, and they take their leave. Dawson watches them leave, and motions for "One to the Next One" by Jay-Z to be played as VIP's tag hopes make their exit as the partygoers cheer them on. Once that momentary burst of excitement has passed, turns to the camera filming the occasion and motions it forward.

HOTN: LEGACY, tonight is a night for celebration, because an elite history is being made right before your very eyes. Tonight, VIP is going to go out there and bring him the gold that is befitting their greatness. There is no better tag team in his industry, let alone this company, and tonight the gold comes home to where it belongs, and they can stand side-by-side with the greatest ToV Champion of all time. The fans, the talking heads, everyone said I couldn't do it. Not with fighters like Hazard, Loco, Laura, and even Paul Jr. here tonight standing in my path. Not only did they say I couldn't do it, they didn't want me to do it. They didn't want to be forced to reckon with and acknowledge my now UNDENIABLE greatness.

Dawson's eyes flash brilliantly in a mix of supreme joy and defiant, righteous anger, and steps out ever so slightly from the beauties beside him to be sure to be the focus of the camera shot.

HOTN: You see with that fourth token tonight, I have my World Title shot. I have the opportunity of a life time now, just waiting for me to cash in and bring the ultimate prize to VIP. Sure there are 15 fighters with that opportunity tonight in the Co-Op, but my shot? It comes one-on-one, under my terms. It won't be about luck of the draw- it won't even be about luck when I finally ascend to my rightful throne, it will be all about my elite, unique skills on display under the biggest spotlight of them all.

Just then Dawson smirks, and there's a renewed calmness in his voice.

HOTN: But ... all in good time. Just because I have the opportunity, doesn't mean I'm ready to take it just yet. You see LEGACY, I'm not finished with what I started. I am still the ToV Champion. I am still in the midst of a landmark championship reign. I have bleed, sweated, and sacrificed to make this gold something special. I have given elite performance after elite performance, and I am not about to stop now. Tired of seeing me beat everyone put in my way? Well, get used to it because title shot or not, I'm going for token number five.

Get your cameras ready LEGACY, because once again I'm out to steal the show.

With that the scene fades.

Frank Garvin pushes past the curtains, Tabitha strutting prettily by his side. Thick brown hair hangs in his face, with his eyes showing through the strands…glimmering with a sickening shine. His facial hair is grizzled and unkempt, and in the growth of beard his mouth twitches, threatening a grin.

Tabitha leans over, running a finger through Frank’s chest hair while his bloodshot eyes take in the reaction of the crowd. His heavy-knuckled hands rest against the edges of The No Limits Championship around his waist, as though feeding off the power of the belt.

Josephina Colbert: Introducing first, he hails from Colorado Springs, THE No Limits Champion, Frank Gaaaaarvin!!!!!!

Bryan Harris: Well ladies and gentlemen, welcome your new No Limits Champion, he is the STRANGEROUS one known as Frank Garvin.

Jimmy Yates: LEGACY has it’s fair share of psychologically twisted individuals, but Frank is one of the weirdest of that lot, he just seems so disconnected from the world around him.

Alan Ducard: He only seems to really come alive when pain courses through his body…that is this man’s greatest desire, to FEEL as much suffering as he can inflict. Stein will need to be VERY careful in this match, it’s on Garvin’s terms, and god only knows what murky ideas are floating around in his head right now.

Frank stalks down to the apron, and before entering the ring Tabitha favors him with a kiss on one ruddy cheek, she even goes so far as to use her teeth to pinch the flesh of Frank’s cheek, sending little waves of delightful pain shooting up his spinal cord.

Once he’s received his good luck kiss, Garvin bounds up and into the ring, where he simply rotates his body and stands facing the ramp. His fingers slowly curl up into claws, and then release, only to repeat the process again.

Eyes watch.

Announcement over. Announcer prepared for challenger arrival.

Microphone taken, audience address to progress.

frank GARVIN: This place, this city, this part of the country... I hear and have heard so many, many things. Echoes of days past when you cheered as those who did not comfortably fit into society spilled their blood and sacrificed their bodies in the name of competition.

Eyes glare.

frank GARVIN: Either times change or regional legacies are exaggerated. This place, I will not look forward to a return here. You, who pride yourselves on being the warm and accepting and birthing and supporting of subculture... you evolved into hypocrisy, as you do not accept me. You can't see my true colors. You shame any notion of this land belonging to outlaws.

Microphone dropped.

Alan Ducard: Wow…interesting words from the No Limits Champion. As I’m sure many of our fans know…a certain company called Outlaw Pro Wrestling started a mere 20 miles away from our current location.

Jimmy Yates: This is certainly Outlaw country, and it seems Frank feels strongly about that, putting his feral heart on his sleeve just now.
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While Frank looks on, “Leaving Song Pt. 2” by AFI starts to blast out through venue speakers, heralding the arrival of “The Lights.” Stein emerges, casually back-handing the curtains out of his way. He walks to the edge of the ramp, smirking out the crowd.

Josephina Colbert: And the challenger, he is THE LIGHTS, Dan Steeeeeein!

Stein starts to strut down the ramp, confidence seemingly oozing out of his pores as he nears the ring. Halfway down he spots a young boy with a bright yellow GARVIN sign, and he promptly snatches the sign from the child’s hands and rips it in half, before ruffling the kid’s hair as tears well up in his blue eyes.

Dan chuckles and reinitiates his stride, hopping up on the apron and gazing out at the crowd while raising his eyebrows. He makes a motion with his hand for Frank to back up, and then he steps between the rope and into the ring. Garvin just watches, his facial expression hidden beneath his tangled locks of hair.

Jimmy Yates: Well despite how lax Stein’s work ethic has been lately, he’s still got the swagger…and apparently no short supply of confidence either.

Bryan Harris: Well of course, this kid’s got Calvin Klein model good looks, he’s got in ring skills that would put some of the guys on this roster to shame, he’s just got it all! If you were this young man, you’d carry yourself with conviction too Jimbo!

Alan Ducard: As far as I’m concerned, Dan Stein needs to prove himself here tonight. He needs to prove that he deserves to remain in LEGACY; he needs to prove that he’s willing put in the work to BE here, because there are no free rides in this business.

Bryan Harris: THE LIGHTS has nothing to prove, and he certainly doesn’t have to qualify himself to you Alan. Keep an eye on that ring when Stein starts smacking Garvin around…that’s all the proof you’ll need.

With both competitors standing in opposite corners and staring holes through each other, the official tips a finger to the timekeeper, and the resounding clang of the opening bell is heard.

DING DING!!

Garvin blazes forward, hair flying away from his face and Stein is RIGHT there to meet him in the very center of the ring. A violent collar elbow tie-up follows, both men jocking for position, but Dan uses quick timing to reach up and pull Frank’s neck in with a tight headlock. Garvin flails against the headlock, getting his arms around Stein’s body and pushing Stein forward, effectively breaking out of the headlock.

Stein hits the ropes hard, and on the rebound he EATS a massive big boot courtesy of the masochistic machine known as Frank Garvin. Stein writhes on the canvas, his hands going up to nurse his mouth, which took the brunt of the kick. Meanwhile Frank lopes forward, assessing the damage that’s been done.

Alan Ducard: Well Stein got that early advantage with some leverage, but this match won’t be about pure wrestling, this could at any moment turn into a bloodbath.

Jimmy Yates: That was one hell of a boot from Garvin, damn near took the man’s head clean off his shoulders.

Stein rolls across the ring, trying to buy himself some time, but Frank descends upon him, calmly locking his hands around Dan’s throat, where he just begins to clamp down on his windpipe and throttle Stein’s neck.
Stein gasps, trying desperately to draw in oxygen, while Frank leans down further, his messy brown hair hanging in Dan’s face. Stein starts to claw at the canvas, and this brings a grin to Frank’s face, causing him to release Dan’s throat with one hand, which he then uses to push against the canvas for extra force as he continues to maintain the now one-handed choke.

Bryan Harris: Stein’s gotta watch…he could get choked out right now. His face is starting to look like a rotten beet; he NEEDS to find a way to combat this!

Alan Ducard: And what Frank is doing right now is perfectly legal in a No Limits Match, THAT’S the scary part. It’s almost like Garvin was built to rule over this division.

With Dan’s eyes practically bulging out of his head, he raises both hands, and BLASTS open palms into both of Frank Garvin’s ears. Frank’s grip loosens, a hideous ringing in his ears, his eyes rolling back to the whites in pleasurable pain. Stein takes advantage, pistoning an uppercut into the shelf of Frank’s jaw. Garvin flops to his side after taking the hit, and Stein is on him in SECONDS. The Lights starts in with a hailstorm of right hands, hammering Frank’s face like it’s a piece of meat on a butcher slab.

Garvin sputters, and Stein grabs him along the collar bones, bringing his upper body forward, and then Dan DRILLS a headbutt right into the bridge of Garvin’s nose. A torrent of blood starts to pour of one of Frank’s nostrils, and his lips part to catch a taste of the flow, proving that he’s enjoying every second of this assault.

Jimmy Yates: Would you look at that freak Garvin? He is LOVING this. Pain just seems to turn him on, in more ways than one…

Alan Ducard: I’m impressed by Stein’s tenacious streak though, he is taking this match VERY seriously, unleashing with some hardcore MMA strikes in there.

Bryan Harris: Might have broken Frank’s nose with that last headbutt, look how much blood is pouring out!

The Lights snatches up a handful of Garvin’s hair, and then winding back one hand, he just hauls off and SLAPS the taste right out of Frank’s mouth. Sweat flies from Garvin’s brow, and Stein takes this moment to stand up, flexing his pecs and glaring out the crowd with a smarmy smirk on his face. This proves to be a mistake though, because Frank SNATCHES hold of Dan’s ankle, and dragging himself forward, he sinks his tombstone teeth into the flesh of Stein’s calf muscle.

Dan shrieks in pain, falling down to one knee. Frank leans back and smiles while brushing the edge of his thumb along the teeth marks he left in Dan’s skin, seeming to appreciate the pattern of the bite marks.
With Stein hurting, Frank works his way up to his feet, and then he pivots to the side and FIRES a knee shot into Stein’s forehead. Stein is BLASTED down to the canvas on his back, and Garvin moves in, grabbing Dan’s arms before STOMPING down on his chest with one massive boot.

Stein coughs raggedly, droplets of spittle coming to rest on his bottom lip. Frank just smiles, allowing Dan’s limp arms to fall to the canvas.

Alan Ducard: And just like that, big freak daddy is back in control. I’m still shivering after seeing him actually bite into Stein’s leg, the man’s like a damned rabid animal…

Bryan Harris: That stomp though? It could shatter of a ribcage, you have to remember just how BIG Frank really is, this guy is over 300lbs and just a few hairs under seven feet tall!

Frank takes the time to rudely pull Stein up to his feet, and then grabbing his opponent up, Garvin proceeds to drop Stein right back to the canvas with a sidewalk slam. Once he’s satisfied that Stein is incapacitated for the moment at least, Franky rolls out of the ring and heads towards the timekeeper’s table, snatching up the ring bell before he turns around to make his way back into the ring with it.

Meanwhile Stein has made it up to a shaky vertical base, and as he turns around Frank raises one arm, looking to bash Dan’s brains in with the bell, but at the last second Stein swings one foot up in a high arc, kicking Frank’s arm right along the bend of his elbow. Frank staggers, and Stein moves in, driving karate style kicks into Frank’s torso before finally capping off the assault with a thrust kick straight to the chest. As Frank stumbles backwards, Stein darts forward and snatches the ring bell from his grasp, and once Garvin rebounds off the ropes, Stein winds up and HAMMERS the ring bell into Garvin’s abdomen. Frank immediately drops down to both knees, the wind knocked cleanly from his sails.

Stein tosses the bell, and then he hits the ropes, getting up a head of steam before leaping up and WHIPPING a kick into the side of Frank’s head. Garvin’s head spins on it’s axis after the enzuigiri, saliva jetting from his mouth in a spray before he finally falls face first into the canvas. Dan drops down quickly, making the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Garvin kicks out at the very last second, his eyes still glazed and out of it, as though the kick out was purely an autopilot move.

Bryan Harris: Good god, first a shot from that ring bell, and then that hellacious enzuigiri, The Lights was INCHES away from obtaining gold here tonight.

Jimmy Yates: Those at home with High Definition, I apologize that you had to some every little detailed drop of spit that flew from Garvin’s mouth just now…I’m sure it wasn’t very pleasant!

Alan Ducard: Well that man, Dan Stein, got his start wrestling in this region under a mask, so I’d say this area is the perfect setting for Stein to meet with success. He seems to be doing well so far, much better than I expected in this kind of dangerous match environment.

Stein doesn’t waste time arguing the two count, he just slides under the bottom rope, and reaching under the ring apron Stein brings out a steel chair and a kendo stick. He tosses the chair into the ring under the bottom rope, and then slides in himself with the kendo stick in hand. Somehow Garvin has risen to a wobbly stance, and Stein takes this as his cue to swing for the fences, but at the last second Garvin ducks the attempt, and he quickly scrambles for the chair, snapping it up in his clutches before Stein can react.

Dan spins around and takes another swing with the kendo stick, but Garvin sidesteps, and then moving in quickly he DRIVES the edge of the chair into Stein’s hip. Dan stumbles backwards in pain, almost losing his footing, and Garvin quickly follows up, hitting the ropes and at high speed he races towards Stein and CRACKS him on to the top of the head with a sickening chair shot.

Stein’s body goes limp, but Garvin doesn’t let him fall, instead he grabs him up in his arms and drags Stein’s broken remains towards one of the turnbuckles. Once there, Tabitha throws Frank a roll of duct-tape from the outside of the ring. Franky catches this, and slowly be flips Stein and begins to lock his legs up against the turnbuckle ropes, effectively putting Stein in the tree of woe position.

Then to add insult to injury, Frank begins to wrap duct-tape around Dan’s limbs, strapping him to the turnbuckle ropes. He winds the tape around Stein’s torso, practically welding him to turnbuckle post. Once this is done, Franky just starts to piston the toe of his boot into Stein’s upper chest, kicking him again and again as he hangs upside down with the blood rushing to his head.

Bryan Harris: And just like that, the heavy artillery has come into play. Kendo sticks, steel chairs, duct-tape…it’s like a theme park of dangerous delights open only to these two men.

Jimmy Yates: Stein is in a VERY precarious position right now, Frank has him strung up like a hog about to be slaughtered, this might not end well for The Lights…

Frank slides out of the ring and proceeds to climb up the steel steps that lead to the turnbuckle Stein is tied to. Garvin then leans down and wraps two layers of duct-tape around Stein’s throat, and planting one boot on the turnbuckle post, he starts to PULL back on the tape strands, choking Stein for all he’s worth!

With the blood rushing to his head combined with the lack of oxygen, Stein looks like he’s barely hanging in there, his eyes growing glassy and distant. Frank pulls back even harder, and thankfully, the duct-tape snaps, and the jolt causes Stein to unceremoniously plop back to the canvas, the tape holding him to the turnbuckle post finally coming undone.

Dan starts to weakly pulls strands of the tape from his body, tossing them away as he rubs a hand along his own windpipe, his mouth greedily sucking in all the air it can. Frank climbs back into the ring, duct-tape still in hand, but as he leans down to scrape Stein up, Dan reaches over and snatches up the dropped kendo stick, and while sitting up he WHIPS it into Garvin’s temple as hard as he possibly can.

The big man drops down to both knees, his hands finding the middle rope in an effort to keep him from falling all the way down. Stein watches this, and rising fully vertical he moves forward, still pulling bits and pieces of tape from his body. Garvin wheels around drunkenly, and using leverage, Stein snaps a hand around Frank’s throat, and lifting up with all the strength inside his body he fires Garvin up with a chokeslam, getting the three hundred pounder about halfway up before sitting out and DRILLING him into the canvas. However after the high impact move, Stein can’t even capitalize, his body falling to the side after having exerted himself so much in lifting Garvin up.

Bryan Harris: Good god, can you believe that exchange? I knew sooner or later the duct-tape would become a factor in this match, and would a violent way to utilize it.

Jimmy Yates: I can’t believe Stein was able to get Frank up for that chokeslam, that was a damn near superhuman feat!

Dan gathers together what little energy he has left, and slowly he slides out of the ring. Still holding this throat, Stein reaches under the apron and pulls out a table, which he then slides back into the ring under the bottom rope. Stein follows the table in, and slowly he starts to set it up in the very middle of the ring.

Once the table has been set up, Stein goes over to Garvin and pulls his big carcass up, proceeding to lay him flat on the surface of the table. Frank’s face is lax, his eyes distant, making no effort at all to fight this. Dan wastes no time, quickly scaling the closest turnbuckle all the way to the top, and facing towards the ring. The Lights looks skyward, standing up to his full height with a glimmer in his eyes. Stein licks his lips, and then he SOARS, throwing his body into a flipping motion in the air, looking to score with a Shooting Star Press.

BUT GARVIN LEAPS UP FROM THE TABLE, AND GRABBING THE EDGE HE THROWS IT TO THE SIDE!

Stein crashes down CHEST FIRST against the canvas, his body making a loud and brittle sound as it touches down. Dan Stein HISSES in pain, gripping the sides of his ribs as tight as he can. Frank is quick; he resets the table, and gathers up two very special items. ONE is the steel chair used earlier. The other is a roll… of duct-tape.

Garvin holds the steel chair against Dan’s spine, and then he just starts to SPIN duct-tape around the chair and Stein’s torso, effectively bonding the chair to Stein’s back while trapping his arms against the tape as well. Dan stumbles forward after this has been done, his upper body covered in tape as he bears the burden of the steel chair on his back, not even able to get his arms up from his sides because of the tape.

Alan Ducard: This is gruesome, what the hell does the No Limits Champion have in mind?

Jimmy Yates: I don’t even think I want to know Alan…

With Stein totally unable to defend himself, Garvin just rudely pulls him down into a standing headscissors, proceeding to power The Lights up onto his shoulders, where he allows his opponent to just sit for a moment. Frank then lets out a hellacious roar, and spinning on his heels he JACKKNIFES Stein through the table, sending pieces of wood and bits of duct-tape FLYING THROUGH THE AIR!

Bryan Harris: THINK HAPPY THOUGHTS! THIS IS OVER, THAT POWERBOMB WAS MONUMENTAL!!

Jimmy Yates: Imagine the impact folks, Stein was taped to steel chair when he went through that table, he had NO way to block his fall either because his arms were strapped down!

The masochistic machine then drops down on top of the carnage, pulling back on a leg with one hand while he pulls at his own hair with his other hand.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, and STILL No Limits Champion, FRANKKKKKKKK GARVIN!!!!!!!!!!

The official goes to raise Garvin’s hand, but the champion isn’t having it. With his mouth twitching and a few rivulets of spittle trailing down pats his chin, Frank just starts to RIP and TEAR at the duct-tape covering Stein’s body, until finally Stein has been freed of his duct-tape straightjacket.

As the cameras zoom in we see that Stein’s been busted open, a gash trickling with blood right along his forehead. Garvin seems to hone in on this, raising up one meaty fist only to bring it down and smash it against the bloody laceration.

OVER AND OVER AGAIN, KNUCKLES PUMMEL FLESH, AND ALL THE WHILE FRANK GARVIN IS PRACTICALLY MEWLING WITH DELIGHT.

Jimmy Yates: Come on, there’s no reason for this! You’ve won the damn match Garvin, this is needless…this is overkill!

Bryan Harris: You can’t reason with this guy Jimbo, he’s purely an instinctual creature, and right now he’s riding with his sinister instincts.

Dan’s face has become a mess of plasma and gore, and Frank seems to like this, pausing mid-punch to spread blood along Stein’s mouth and cheeks, creating a sick Joker-like smile along the face of The Lights. With this done, Frank just starts to throw the lumber all over again, PUNCH after UNRELENTING PUNCH!

The crowd starts in with a POWERFUL chant, a chant that shakes the very foundations of the building.

CROWD: CRIMSON!!! CRIMSON!!!! CRIMSON!!!!

Alan Ducard: Jesus, we’ve got some bloodthirsty fans here tonight don’t we? These must be the kind of people that would hang around and watch after a car crash…

Jimmy Yates: Wait a second Alan, these fans aren’t clamoring for blood…they’re clamoring for a HOMETOWN HERO! And here he comes, racing down that ramp at mach speed!!

With the masses roaring in approval, PATRICK “CRIMSON” KIDD races down to the ring, wearing jeans and a t-shirt reading “THE SPIRIT NEVER DIES.” Kidd wastes no time, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and going right over to Stein to stand over his broken body, his stance defensive against the smiling freakazoid that now stands a few feet away from the carcass of The Lights.

Alan Ducard: It’s PATRICK KIDD! This man is an original Outlaw, and he’s got a fiery purpose in his eyes tonight ladies and gentlemen!

Bryan Harris: Sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong, if you ask me!

Garvin and Kidd have locked eyes, both men refusing to drop their gaze. Patrick’s eyes remain hard and firm, while Garvin’s returns the stare, his eyes bloodshot and blank, the eyes of a risen corpse. As the tension rises it seems these two men will just DESCEND on each other at any second, but before it can happen, referees and security FLOOD the ring, pulling back men back and separating them from each other.

The officials somehow manage to back off the No Limits Champion, who continues to stare at Kidd as he exits the ring and back-pedals up the ramp. Meanwhile Kidd leans down and starts to tend to the injured Stein, while EMTS also gather around to assist.

Jimmy Yates: Well I know one thing, Dan Stein is LUCKY that Kidd came to his aide here tonight, because that man Garvin seemed like he wanted to rip off some heads.

Alan Ducard: Still though, Frank shows the world that he’s PERFECT for the No Limits environment, achieving his first title defense in style. I wonder though if Kidd & Garvin has seen the last of each other…

Carter Franklin : Cartwright! Anybody seen Cartwright?!

Yelling his name aloud, Frankly looks around backstage, asking a few people if they'd seen him anywhere in the vicinity.

Carter Franklin: C'mon...anybody?!

A few people point down a hallway, where Franklin immediately takes off, the camera follows.

Jimmy Yates: What's this all about?!

Approaching Smith Cartwright from behind, Carter Franklin taps him on the shoulder, interrupting a phone conversation in progress. Turning toward a flustered looking Carter Franklin, Cartwright holds up a finger.

Bryan Harris: Probably not the best idea to interrupt the boss while he's on a business call...

Smith Cartwright: Yes...wait, you know what, this isn't a good time. Let me call you back in a few on this. Right. Ok.

Hanging up his phone, Cartwright looks at Franklin and raises his eyebrows inquisitively.

Smith Cartwright: What's the problem, Carter?

Slapping the back of his hand against a small stack of papers he's holding, Carter explains.

Carter Franklin: The Co-Op Challenge...somehow X-Calibur and Loco Martinez manipulated the system and they're both captains, which by definition of the match doesn't include their two team members! That essentially gives them 4 guys! The fix is in.

Smith Cartwright thinks for a moment, and shakes his head ever so slightly.

Smith Cartwright: You're absolutely right, Carter...they played all the loopholes in the Co-Op contract to perfection. But you need to relax and consider this 'fix'. By the wording of the co-op stipulations, if a captain of a team is eliminated, their entire team is eliminated... therefore, eliminating either X or Martinez effectively eliminates both, along with their entire team. How's that for fixed?

Carter Franklin nods happily in agreement.

Alan Ducard: Wow! Two birds with one stone, anyone?!

Bryan Harris: They fluked out a win, good for them. But now they're facing V.I.P, a team that has been working like clockwork and dominating this tournament week in and week out. V.I.P are more dangerous and hungry than TRES BIEN could ever be. This will be title change NUMBER TWO in the tournament, mark my words.

Jimmy Yates: Working like clockwork to use their third member, Dawson, to cheat. TRES BIEN have shown they have the heart and the desire to take on all comers without resorting to the underhanded tactics of Profanity and Insanity or V.I.P. Their speed and athleticism is not to be taken lightly as we saw what happened with Profanity and Insanity.

Alan Ducard: Either way this is going to be a highly anticipated finals. With most expecting Profanity and Insanity to retain and hold the belts until now, who knows what other surprises are in store for the tag team finals.

Josephina Colbert: Now making their way to the ring...Adam Davis and Ledge, V...I...P!

“Onto the Next One” by Jay-Z plays to a chorus of thunderous boos as Ledge and Adam Davis slowly make their way down the entrance ramp. They walk with a cocky strut to the ring and finally glide into the ring. Once in the ring Adam Davis and Ledge pose in the center of the ring as a custom made “V.I.P.” light shines down on them, only making the crowd shower them with more hate.

Jimmy Yates: V.I.P are here thanks to Dawson's interference at the last STRIFE and I have to imagine he isn't at ringside because he is getting prepared for his Tao of Valor Last Man Standing match later on against Paul Saunders Jr.

Bryan Harris: Like V.I.P are even going to need Dawson at ringside. Let's be honest here, TRES BIEN...they don't stand a chance against the likes of Ledge and Adam Davis. This match is as good as OVER.

Alan Ducard: Well, I wouldn't say that. Profanity and Insanity underestimated TRES BIEN and lost their tag team titles because of it.

Josephina Colbert: Now making their way to the ring, they are the Legacy TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...Shinya Nakamura and Maya Nakashima...TREEEEESSSS BIEEEEN!

As soon as “39GalaxyZ” by SuG sounds, the crowd bursts to their feet with a loud roar as Shinya and Maya step through the entrance curtain with the Legacy Tag Team Titles securely around their waist. Even the two members of TRES BIEN seem a little taken back by the overwhelming reception. Shinya and Maya walk down opposite sides of the entrance ramp and tag hands with every fan holding their hand out as they run down to the ring.

Jimmy Yates: There they are, the two kids from Nagano, Japan that have been dedicating everything they've done to the fans. They've overcome the odds to become the Tag Team Champions but now they have to keep them.

Alan Ducard: As any champion knows that is easily the most difficult part of being a champion. Earning it is one thing but keeping them around your waist is a whole different story.

Shinya and Maya hand their tag team titles to the referee who shows them to Ledge and Adam Davis then holds them up for everyone to see. After some deliberation by both teams, it is decided that Shinya and Ledge will start the match off for their respective teams. As soon as the bell rings both men begin to circle each other trying to get a feel for each other. Ledge is the first to make a move and throws a kick to the leg of Shinya who just barely backs off enough so Ledge's kick misses. As soon as Ledge's extended leg hits the ground he pushes off his back foot and lunges forward tackling Shinya to the mat!Ledge mounts Shinya and starts throwing left and right hands down on Shinya! Shinya tries to cover up but as soon as he does Ledge YANKS Shinya's right arm and floats into an armbar!

Jimmy Yates: Ledge showing off some impressive mat skills there, not really giving Shinya much option for mounting any offense and now is tearing into that right arm. I may not agree with everything V.I.P do, but Ledge is proving to be no slouch in the ring.

Shinya howls in pain as Ledge pulls on Shinya's right arm. Shinya tries to use his free hand to break the hold but Ledge proves to be much stronger than the smaller Shinya. Finally, Shinya shifts all of his weight to his right and manages to roll over onto Ledge, who still has the armbar locked in, and onto his shoulders!

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Ledge kicks out and releases Shinya's arm!

Shinya grabs at his arm as he rolls away from Ledge. Ledge, however, doesn't let Shinya get far and STOMPS on the right arm of Shinya before dragging him to his feet and whipping him into V.I.P's corner. Ledge makes a quick tag to Davis who immediately climbs to the top turnbuckle. Ledge grabs Shinya and drags him into a vertical suplex, holding him up until...Davis leaps off the turnbuckle with a cross body sending Shinya to the mat with the force of Davis' cross body and Ledge's suplex! Davis hooks the far leg!

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Shinya kicks out!

Bryan Harris: V.I.P in COMPLETE control of this match, just like I said. These guys from V.I.P are the REAL deal, they aren't some one hit wonder like TRES BIEN.

Alan Ducard: V.I.P are firmly in control of this match, but I do believe it's a little early to be counting out the young tag team champions.

Davis yanks Shinya to his feet and smashes a forearm to his face then whips him to the ropes! Davis tries to go for a clothesline but Shinya ducks it and keeps running! As soon as Davis turns around Shinya springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault and collides with Davis! Shinya is quick to get to his feet and jumps up with a standing shooting star press! The crowd roars with approval as Shinya hooks Davis' leg!

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Davis kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: Explosive offense there by one half of the tag team champions! I mean Davis took his eye off Shinya for a second and that was enough for Shinya to explode with some high flying offense!

As Davis tries to get back to a vertical base Shinya quickly rebounds off the ropes and dropkicks Davis right in the ribs! Shinya sends a boot to Davis' ribs before dragging him to the TRES BIEN corner and tagging Maya in. This time Maya climbs to the top turnbuckle, Shinya goes to the same corner and Maya climbs onto Shinya's shoulders. The crowd is buzzing as Shinya holds Maya's hands to keep balance and then...Shinya flips Maya off his shoulders and right onto Davis' midsection! Maya with the cover!

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Th...Davis kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: Amazing teamwork there by TRES BIEN! Both teams showing just how much they want those tag team titles. Some amazing tandem work by both teams as this match is now swaying in favor of the tag team champions!

Maya drags Davis to the middle of the ring and quickly rebounds off the ropes, on the rebound Maya does a front flip leg drop across the neck of Davis! Maya stands up and performs a standing moonsault so that his knees smash into Davis' throat! The impact forces Davis to grab at his throat and squirm on the mat. Maya shows some concern on his face and pats Davis on the back asking him if he's okay...but Davis rolls him up with a small package!

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Th...Maya kicks out!

Bryan Harris: Really? You're gonna ask the guy if he's okay? Maya should have been attacking the throat of Davis and going for the kill. But instead, the dumb kid almost lost the titles for his team. Dumb.

Jimmy Yates: Oh come on, they've made no secret that they want to give the fans a team that do things the right way. Not a team that are thirsty to injure or kill their opponents. If showing some class is dumb than you're a regular Einstein, Harris.

Bryan Harris: I'll take that as a compliment.

Maya doesn't have any time to be surprised as Davis gets right back up to his feet and boots him in the midsection then slams him to the mat with a snap suplex. Davis takes a second to rub his throat before dropping a big knee to the face of Maya! Maya rolls onto his stomach and holds his face, but Davis only takes advantage by mounting Maya and locking in a camel clutch! Maya's arms flail and his muffled moans can be heard as Davis pulls back harder and harder. Davis, realizing Maya isn't quitting, manages to drag Maya to his feet without letting go of the camel clutch then perform a modified dragon suplex with a bridge for the pin!

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Thr...Maya kicks out!

Davis doesn't waste a second and drags Maya to his feet and whips him into the V.I.P corner. Davis follows Maya in and CRUSHES Maya with a clothesline! Davis makes the tag to Ledge who starts stomping on Maya! Ledge picks Maya up off the mat and HURLS him to the center of the ring with a release belly to belly suplex! With Maya down in the middle of the ring Ledge starts to climb the nearest turnbuckle. Maya is trying to get to his feet as Ledge points at Maya with a sinister grin on his face. Once Maya is back to his feet and turns around Ledge leaps off the top rope...but before he can do anything Maya hit a SUPERKICK out of nowhere! Both men are down!

Jimmy Yates: Maya looked to be out of this match but hits a desperation superkick that knocked Ledge's block off!

Bryan Harris: Luck, pure dumb luck.

Alan Ducard: Regardless of how he did it, this match is anyone's to win right now. V.I.P looked to be in control again but if Maya can get a much needed tag to Shinya...this could go either way!

Maya starts to crawl to his corner, Shinya's hand reaching over the top rope as far as it can go while still holding the tag rope. Ledge is also slowly making it to his corner. Ledge is the first to make a tag and Davis starts to sprint as fast as he can to try to prevent Maya from tagging in but...Maya gets a last burst of energy and tags Shinya in just before Davis can get him! Shinya springboards off the top rope and clotheslines Davis! Davis quickly gets back up to his feet, but Shinya knocks him back down with a dropsault! The crowd is going wild as Shinya goes to work on Davis! Shinya leans down to try to get Davis back up to his feet...Davis with a low blow! The referee couldn't see it and Davis rolls Shinya up!

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Thre...Shinya kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: Did you see that!? What a cheap shot, this match should be over!

Bryan Harris: It's not cheating if you don't get caught! Why not do everything you can to win when the tag team titles are on the line?

Davis now in firm control as Shinya is still writhing in pain from the low blow. Maya is smacking the top turnbuckle and getting the crowd to cheer on Shinya. But Davis lifts Shinya off the mat and drops him with an atomic drop that makes Shinya's groin area hurt even more. Shinya rolls onto his stomach out of instinct and Davis mockingly slaps the back of Shinya's head, drawing heavy boos from the crowd. Davis mockingly lightly kicks the back of Shinya's head now.

Bryan Harris: Like a wolf playing with it's food, this one is OVER!

Davis drags Shinya to his feet...and Shinya slaps Davis! The crowd cheers, but it only lasts a moment as Davis tackles Shinya to the mat for his troubles. Davis launches forearm after forearm down on Shinya who can barely cover up as numerous shots get through his guard. Davis lifts Shinya to his feet and with almost no resistance POWERBOMBS Shinya to the mat, the crowd completely silenced at this point. Davis covers Shinya but doesn't hook the far leg.

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Thre...Shinya kicks out! Davis can't believe it!

Alan Ducard: These kids from TRES BIEN just never give up and refuse to let these fans down it seems. No matter how much punishment they take they seem to always have just enough to kick out!

Davis drags Shinya to his feet, Shinya offers almost no resistance and Davis hauls him onto his shoulders in the fireman's carry position. The crowd dead silent as they know what's coming. Davis turns to face every side of the ring, almost gloating before he even does it. Even Ledge has turned to the crowd and starts posing. Davis looking for the Cold Shoulder...but Shinya squirms out of Davis' grasp and rolls Davis up with a small package!

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3...! Davis kicks out a second too late! The crowd ERUPTS with cheers!

Bryan Harris: WHAT!? No way! Davis kicked out, didn't he? He must have! This was V.I.P's night, DAMMIT!

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners and STILL Legacy Tag Team Champions...TRRRREEEESSSSS BIEEEEEEN!!!

Shinya is still down on the mat as Maya helps him to a seated position and smothers him! The referee hands the two their tag team titles as Maya helps Shinya get to his feet. The two roll out of the ring with their tag team titles and make their way into the crowd to celebrate with the fans. The fans mob the two young members of TRES BIEN, all the fans slapping them on the back and slapping the tag team titles on their shoulder while shouting and cheering their names!

Jimmy Yates: Shinya got him! Davis was almost gloating about having Shinya right where he wanted him and Shinya rolled him up!

Alan Ducard: The storybook title reign of TRES BIEN will continue as they manage to squeak by V.I.P when it looked like Davis had Shinya dead to rights. This also makes TRES BIEN the official winners of the Tag Team Tournament. Of course, many would say they were the tournament winners when they dethroned Profanity and Insanity, this was the official final round.

Bryan Harris: How many flukey wins can these two...these two...BRATS manage to come up with!? Pure luck, it had nothing at all to do with skill! They won this tournament the easy way, with bullshit LUCK!

Alan Ducard: Regardless of how they did it, they never once resorted to cheating or doing anything underhanded to win or retain their titles. The two kids from TRES BIEN have kept honest to their word of winning and retaining the Legacy Tag Team Titles...the right way.

Lightning crashes outside the arena and we get a glimpse of a line of people. The line starts in the upper level, stretches down the arena steps, and bends back into the arena before reappearing in the level below us, and then finally stretching down onto the floor.

Another flash and we're down in the center of the arena, its now lit. The Glimmer of Hope ring is in the center, but the floor seats haven't been set up yet. To the left of the ring is an ornate podium, and encased in glass on the podium is the Legacy World Heavyweight Championship. To the right of that, dressed like Prince Charming is none other than Rob Belote. We pull back from this at ground level, and at the base of the podium, a pair of crystal wrestling boots glimmer in the light. We continue to pull back, faster and faster now, as Eminem's "Cinderella Man" begins with a "stomp... clap... stomp-stomp... clap beat" -

"Yeah,
You know technically,
Im not even really supposed to be here right now,
So f**k it,
Might as well make the most of it."

We get to the front of the line and since we are at ground level we don't know who they belong too, but we notice bare feet. No one in hte line is wearing footwear or socks. Most of the feet are unrecognizable, two exceptions jump out. We see one large incredibly white pair of feet, and one small pair of feet that have pink nail polish on them. As we speed through the entire line, up the steps in the arena, out into the concourse, up into the 2nd level and back to where we started. The lights go out, and a lone spotlight now falls on the World Title and the crystal boots below.

"Yeah, haha
Feels good,
Whooo,"

A shot of Greyson Blade hoisting the World Title, becomes Stephen Rawlings clutching it.

"Guess I'm lucky
Some of us don't get a second chance."

Becomes Loco Martinez placing it in his trophy case, becomes X-Calibur punching through the glass of that case and taking the title out.

"But I aint blowing this one.
Naw man, haha,"

Becomes Issac Entragian raising the belt high over his head laughing maniacally. Becomes Justin Moreno celebrating in the ring with world title becomes Issac throwing a bloody and beaten Moreno from in the ring to the outside...

"Shit I feel like I can do anything now"

Becomes the title resting on its current home. The glass case. The crystal boots awaiting to see who will "fit" in them. The Song explodes:

"Who can catch lightning in the bottle,
Set fire to water,
Comin out the nozzle on the fire hose, flyer than swatters"

A shot of Rob Belote dressed as Prince Charming extends his arms out, as if he's inviting the line to move forward.

"Cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man."

Flashes of Crazy Boy, Patrick Kidd, Kenji Yamada, and John Thomas
"Smash an hour glass,
Grab the sand,
Take his hands an cup 'em,"

X-Calibur leans back delivering an excruciatingly painful looking Legendary Pain.

"Spin around to freeze the clock,
Take the hands of time an cuff em."

Crazy Boy spins with an opponent on his back.

"Cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man, cinderella man."

A quick flurry of competitors: Harrison Saunders, Hazard, Chivalric, Trey Willett.

"Theres a storm commin that the weather man couldn't predict,
I start the ball prick you better flee cuz I get ticked
Its a rap, I was down, when I was down I was kicked"

A shot of Loco Martinez and X-Calibur shaking hands. Snap to a shot of Loco nailing X-Calibur with the Locapitator, from GoH 2009.

"I got up
I'm back to punch ya to the ground, ya trick,"

Patrick Kidd picking himself up off the mat in a bloody heap. His eyes filled with fight.

"Its a trap,
F**k my last cd this shits in my trash,"

John Thomas is walking throug the backstage area, headphones in his ears, he bobs his head to the music. He stops to sign an autograph for a young Legacy fan.

"I be god damned if another rapper gets in my ass,
I hit the gas and I spit every rap as if its my last."

Laura running full speed bouncing off the ropes and taking down an opponent with a leaping lariat.

"You can die in the blink of an eye,
So bat ya eyelashes, and keep winking and blown kisses
Cuz your flirting with death"

Kenji dismantling Stephen Rawlings. The video pauses on the almost glee filled look in Kenji's eyes as he continues to inflict unspeakable punishment.

"I'm destroying your livelihood, I aint just hurting your rep,"

Cade jumps down through the announce table. X leveling him with chair after chair shot to the beat of the music.

"I catch a flow and get goin,
No remorse, I'm showinn they slowin, for no one,"

Issac smiles evilly, and then bites down onto Greyson Blade's shoulder.

"Knowin there is nothing you can do about it
Zeroin on the target like a marksman,
The target is you,"

Greyson Blade sneers at an opponent, sizing them up for the killshot

"I shut ya lane down,
Took ya spot, parked in it too,"

Laura performing a cross over, "breaking the ankles" of an opponent.

"Watchin it flow, lighter fluid, saliva what can ya do,
Go get ya crew to hype ya up stand behind you like whoooo!"

X-Calibur with Loco, Rawlings, and The 4th Man standing behind them.

"That boys hot enough to melt hell burn satan too,
Fry his ass, and put his ashes back together with glue,"

Kenji wielding a chair with a sadistic grin plastered ot his face. He swings it wildly.

"See you can hate em, he don't blame you frankly he would too,
This game could I'll afford to lose him,"

X-Calibur stands in the center of the ring with a cocky grin, bathed in spotlights, camera flashes, and hatred.

"How bout you?"

Crazy Boy walks to the ring giving fans high fives.

"Now guess who who (hey),
Heres a clue (hey),"

Hazard eye to eye with Issac.

"He came to a ball in a wife beater
Lost his nike shoe,"

John Thomas rocking a wife beater backstage, as he gets ready, tying his boots.

"Its in ya ass (hey),
He's in ya ass, he's all up in ya psychy too,
Now whats his name"

Rawlings running his mouth at Kenji. Becomes Kenji with a violent outburst. Becomes a bloody Rawlings, a disturbing Kenji.

"Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man,"

Flash: John Thomas. Laura Seton. Harrison Saunders.

Cinderella, Cinderella man, Cinderella man,

Flash: Patrick Kidd, Greyson Blade. Hazard.

"F**k catching lightnin
He struck it"

Laura grabs an opponent and plants him with "Perfection".

"Screamed shut up and thunder,

Flipped the world upside down and made it rain upward"

Hazard Nails the "Flatscan".

"Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man, Cinderella man,"

Flash: Stephen Rawlings, Loco Martinez, X-Calibur
"Rewound the future to the present,
Paused it don't ask how,"

We stop on the The masked man... the 4th member of Profanity and Insanity stands in line, barefoot.

"F**k the past motherf***er
He's the shit right now he's"

We see a huge grin through his ski mask, and he winks while throwing his arms out cockily.

"Cinderella man...Cinderella man... Cinerella man... Cinderella man..."

Kenji Yamada, Chivalric, Issac Entragian

"Send the fellow Shady dang came to wrap the game up in cellophane,
Raise hell from hell he came,

But didn't come to bore you with the cinderella story,"

Moreno pinning Issac.

"Nor did he come to do the same,"

Becomes Issac hitting the Disembowler on Justin. 1...2...3.

"He cant afford to be a label in this day in age,
And at this stage of the game"

Issac snaps and continues the brutal, post match, attack. Culminating in Issac launching Moreno out of the ring with a sickening landing.

"Mediocrity cannot be allowed to fly,
So say bye, to the old"

A montage of every former Legacy World Heavyweight Champion, holding their title right after winning it, turns black, and then blows away like dust.,

"H I to the new, Que Sera
Consider it his last hurrah
Coup de grace"

Kenji Yamada standing in the ring, his eyes surveying the scene. Cade Sydal dropping an opponent with a nasty kick. Trey Willett talking with Crazy Boy.

"Raise em high in the sky,
Keep em up
Time to bring the place alive,"

A shot of a Legacy crowd jumping to their feet with their hands up in the air.

"Thanks for bein patient

I will make no more mistakes,
Shit my potatoes baked,
Homie the veggies on my plate can fly"

Harrison Saunders backstage, grabbing food in the cafeteria.

"My filet is smoking weed,
yea faggot the stakes (steaks) are high"

Referee Ross Quatro holding the World Title above his head before a title match.

"Shit I aint even suppose to be here
By the grace of god,
The skin on my teeth"

Issac runs his forked tongue over his shaved teeth.

"And the hair on my nuts
I skated by,"

Loco nailing Patrick Kidd with a low blow.

"Now y'all are on thin ice
With ankle weights I hate to lie,"

Cade plants an opponent with the Devious Driver.

"How fuckin irritated are you,
How much in ya face am i,"

Hazard blowing smoke in Issac's face from Strife.

"Cinderella man"

Loco winning the captain's Lottery. The room shocked at Profanity and Insanity's naming as a captain. Loco grinning.

"Cinderella man"

John Thomas winning his Co Op Captainship.

"Cinderella man,"

Patrick Kidd winning his Co Op captainship.

"Cinderella man,"

Crazy Boy winning his Co Op captainship.

"Cinderella"

Kenji winning his Co Op captainship.

"Cinderella man,
Cinderella man,"

We see a close up of the crystal boots. And a series of feet start to try the boot on. We don't see which one fits, and as the music fades we get one last look at the crystal boot, and slowly climb the ornate podium to the glass case that currently holds the LEGACY World Heavyweight Championship.