Alan Ducard: This match got the top spot because Justin Moreno is double booked tonight, as you might expect of the World Champion at a SuperCard event.

Bryan Harris: Say what you want about his antics from the Diabolik days, what Gryffin Anselm has done as of late regarding Justin Moreno is highly questionable, if not out-right detrimental to the longevity of Moreno's career, and I'm not hearing anyone comment on that.

Alan Ducard: Certainly from his actions last week, not tagging in Justin Moreno for the duration of the four-way tag match and as you will see here in our opening contest, Gryffin Anselm feels bad about his decision to enter their duo into this tag team tournament.

Jimmy Yates: Well going into this match, you had to know that Gryffin Anselm was going to try his best to keep Justin Moreno out of harms way as much as possible, but given the proclivities of both Adam Davis and Ledge, that's going to be a tough task against V.I.P.

Bryan Harris: Let's get to the footage and show the fans which team won the match and what shape Justin Moreno found himself in afterwards.

Ledge and Adam Davis get out to the early advantage, with Ledge starting things off after Referee Travis Rollins gets Adam Davis to get out onto the apron, having Ledge be the legal man. After kicks, stomps and hard right hands weaken Gryffin a bit, Ledge tags in Adam Davis, starting a series of double-team maneuvers accompanied by quick tags by the duo to keep Anselm on his heels.

When V.I.P. think they've got the opportunity for a combination move, Gryffin Anselm snaps out of his haze and clotheslines Adam Davis over the top rope, stopping Ledge in his tracks as he was hoping to be the chop-blocker to Davis' would-be clothesline. Gryffin takes control of the match, slamming Ledge into turnbuckles with hard irish whips, then sends him almost the entire distance of the ring with a hiptoss-throw out of the corner. Matthew Dawson looks like he wants to get involved, but John Thomas chases after him, keeping him off the apron and neutralized. Moreno calls to Gryffin to get tagged in, but Anselm tells him there's still time left. Ledge tries to make a comeback, but Gryffin slams him down huge with a gorilla press slam. Moreno starts asking to get into the ring, and unbeknownst to Gryffin, Adam Davis gets into the ring, prompting J-Mo to try to enter - the World Champion pushed back by Travis Rollins (who also didn't see Davis' quick entry into the ring). Ledge takes the opportunity and hits a low blow on the former Tag Team Champion, then hoists him up and plants with a quick brainbuster.

Hoisting Gryffin up off the mat, Ledge sends rapid-fire fists into the face of his opponent, then backs up into the V.I.P. corner and tags in Adam Davis. The two execute a double team suplex, sending Gryffin back-first, upside-down with a suplex. Anselm hits high enough that his leg gets caught on the top rope. As Ledge gets out onto the apron, Adam Davis works to set Gryffin up onto the top turnbuckle, and Ledge climbs up from the outside. As Ledge tries to throw him off the top rope to the awaiting arms of Adam Davis, Gryffin Anselm hits him with a forearm which knocks him back, and a left hook knocks Ledge off the turnbuckle. Before Gryffin can capitalize on the opportunity, Adam Davis throws himself into the ropes, shaking it enough to cause Gryffin Anselm to drop down onto the turnbuckle rod, racking himself. Iceman grabs Gryffin by the head and bulldogs him off the top rope down onto the mat, then quickly grabs both of Anselm's legs, hooks them into a pinfall situation and then flips over, bridging his back as Rollins slaps his hand three times, enough to count the pinfall. Smirking as they go, Ledge and Adam Davis make their exit with Matthew Dawson, V.I.P. celebrating their second round match victory, inciting a bit of J-Mo's anger and frustration in the process, though Moreno stays away from them, realizing that it wouldn't be wise to fight them with his title defense later in the evening.

Back to the Studio

Alan Ducard: As you can see, the V.I.P. continue to show great teamwork and high quality ability in that ring, advancing to the semi-finals to take place at STRIFE 63.

Bryan Harris: Just say it, Big Al. Adam Davis and Ledge are THE BEST tag team here in LEGACY and it's only a matter of time before they become the World Tag Team Champions. Besides, it doesn't matter that Justin Moreno isn't advancing to the semi-finals of this tournament. He doesn't care about being in a tag team... he's got bigger, ALBINO problems to worry about tonight.

Jimmy Yates: Well Gryffin Anselm did a decent job in there in trying to win it by himself, but I think even he knew that it was going to be an uphill battle to win a tag team match mostly on his own, especially against a seasoned team like V.I.P.

Jimmy Yates: Smart move by the young Sunny, knowing where she was in the ring and not letting the hold get the better of her.

Sunny takes hold of Evander and hits an armdrag before rolling over and locking in an armbar. Evander lets out a couple grunts of pain but it's obvious he's nowhere near the pointing of tapping. Referee Leonard Nolan checks though to make sure and Evander shakes his head. Sunny gets to her feet, taking Evander up with her and applies a wristlock before throwing him to the ropes. As she's about to grab him, Evander hits a quick knee to her gut, then sets her up for, and lands, a vertical suplex.

Alan Ducard: I do believe if we could see her face, Sunny may be in a bit of pain after that.

Bryan Harris: I don't get why she wears that mask. If her face is even HALF as attractive as her figure is, she's still pretty damn hot. Not to mention she's got a bit of height on her too.

Jimmy Yates: Standing over six feet tall and as you said, in good shape. Not to downplay the slightly shorter Evander Knoll who, for 170 lbs., is quite chiseled.

Alan Ducard: I bet you're enjoying having a second woman wrestler to fawn over, aren't you, Harris?

In control, Knoll takes advantage and quickly hits a couple knees to the head of Sunny before getting back up. As he turns to head for a corner, Sunny springs to life! She crawls to just behind him and rolls him up!

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Knoll kicks out! In the momentary break, Sunny sits on her knees and lets out a sigh and shrugs-not bothering one bit to argue the count with the ref. Evander rebounds from the pin attempt and fires back at Sunny with a punch to the face. Sunny gets up and fires back with a closed fist of her own, drawing a warning from referee Nolan. Evander fires with a kick to Sunny's legs, which is followed up by Sunny with a martial arts kick at Evander's head. Evander follows up with a kick to Sunny's midsection, which she instantly fires back with a karate-style kick from her opposite foot. Evander attempts a third kick at Sunny and even though it connects at her torso, she quickly fires back landing a speedy series of five kicks and a couple karate-style chops that knock Evander a bit loopy. Sunny backs up a couple steps and sets herself in a self-defense position, awaiting a move. Evander comes in and Sunny lands a chop to his neck before dropping to her back and kicking up with both feet, connecting under his chin, knocking Knoll backwards. She kips up and irish whips him to the corner and sprints over, grabs the top rope and begins choking him out with her left foot as the crowd comes to life from the fast series of actions.

Jimmy Yates: A fast flurry of kicks from the Florida native.

Alan Ducard: The crowd is into it now too, approving of that display!

Bryan Harris: Can someone explain why Sunny doesn't wear boots?

Jimmy Yates: Being barefoot does make the feet more susceptible to injury and thus increases the chance of crippling yourself but as she's told me, each wrestler has their own style and she feels better not wearing boots.

The ref heads over to Sunny and warns her about using the choke move and after initially resisting, she relinquishes the hold. Knoll coughs a couple times before regaining his composure and heads to her. They meet and engage in a traditional lockup. With both being nearly the same size, neither can gain a distinct advantage, but Knoll is able to get the upper hand and sends her to the ropes. On the return Evander bends over and hits a back body drop, sending Sunny flying and crashing to the mat. Knoll then takes her by the hand and picks her up. He heads for the ropes, bounces off them and lands a flying clothesline on his female opponent! He tries taking advantage of the situation and tries a pin.

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Sunny gets her shoulder up! Evander lands a shot to her face and begins landing lefts and rights to her head before trying another pin.

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Another kick out! Knoll then turns Sunny on her stomach and applies a criss-cross stranglehold. Referee Nolan comes over the check on Sunny. Her arms being held by Knoll, the ref can only look towards Sunny and make his best guess as to whether she has lost consciousness. She obviously has not yet as she continues to fight the hold, but her movements gradually slow down. As her moving comes to a stop, Knoll lets go and lets the ref check her. He raises her right arm once and it falls. He raises it a second time and it falls. He raises it a third time but after it falls a quarter of the way, it stops! Knoll looks a bit upset this one isn't over yet. Ever-so-slowly Sunny Rayne stands up. She makes a 'bring it on' motion once ready to fight again and they circle the ring. Evander heads towards Sunny and they lock up one more time. Upon gaining the upper hand here, Knoll wraps a foot around Sunny and locks in an ab stretch. After feeling he's sufficiently weakened her, he turns her so as to be face-to-face. He wraps his arms around her and just as he's about to lift her for a belly-to-belly suplex, she squirms free! She retaliates with a fast fist to his head, takes an arm of his and throws him to the ropes. As he returns, Sunny drops out of sight, then we see a right fist hit him under the chin, knocking him down. On his fall, we see Sunny arising from the splits.

Jimmy Yates: Shades of our own Laura Seton there with a "Splits Punch!"

Alan Ducard: A good move, but I don't think she has it down as much as the person she's taking it from as the Texan gets back up.

Jimmy Yates: He's wasting little time now as he takes Sunny and throws her to the ropes and lands a HUGE clothesline on her! Let's see what the OU alum has up his sleeve.

Bryan Harris: Oklahoma? I knew there was a reason I didn't like him. A Texas kid going to Oklahoma is like a father betraying his son. How could he have passed up a great school like Texas A&M?

Alan Ducard: I don't know, but I'd have to guess it's probably because you went there.

Bryan Harris: Har-dee har har.

Knoll heads behind Sunny and sits her up before applying a surfboard stretch. Referee Nolan quickly gets beside Sunny, asking if she quits. All we get is a violent shake of her head. Knoll cinches the hold in further and while she does let out a yell from pain, Sunny refuses to submit. After a few seconds, Evander gets up and drops Sunny's arms. While his opponent attempts to get feeling back in to her arms, once again Evander wastes little time in figuring his next move. As Sunny manages to get to her feet once again, Knoll hits a dropkick, sending the Florida A&M graduate to her back again. She doesn't stay down for long though, as she gets back up, grabs hold of Evander and sends him into the ropes. On the rebound, Sunny hits a side scissors kick that sends Evander down! She quickly heads to the nearest corner, hops on the middle rope and delivers a Bret Hart-style elbow drop. She makes the cover!

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THRE-NOT QUITE! Evander powers out just before the three count! Sunny only gives a light nod of her head and quietly stands up.

Jimmy Yates: That was a close call, but no argument from Sunny.

Alan Ducard: I can't think of any wrestler that WOULDN'T argue a close call like that! I don't know if this qualifies as 'class' or 'not smart.'

Bryan Harris: I say 'not smart.' You have to argue with refs. If you don't, they'll see you as passive and know you won't hurt them, so they'll never give you any benefits.

With both wrestlers up, Sunny goes on the attack as she hits a dropkick and a few more martial arts kicks before reeling in Knoll and uses this momentum to hit a release belly-to-belly suplex! She follows up by picking up Knoll and hits a running bulldog. Knoll hits the canvas hard enough that he's right back on his feet. Sunny turns and seeing Evander slightly dazed she rushes up, takes hold of him and pulls him into a monkey flip! Sunny springs up and can't help but let the excitement of her string of moves take over. She gives a few fist pumps and excitedly leaps up and down a couple times before arching back and letting out a Sting-like howl. The crowd eats this up and cheers with her.

Bryan Harris: Did she just win the championship?

Jimmy Yates: The three of us saw this in her dark match a week ago. She's an excitable one at that and the crowd is certainly enjoying it.

Alan Ducard: I think THIS falls into the category of 'not smart.' I appreciate seeing the liveliness but you always have to be on the defensive....and she's about to learn right now-

Indeed she is as Evander comes up from behind and levels her with a forearm to the back of the head and quickly follows with a fireman's carry. He quickly transitions to a leg grapevine on Sunny's right leg and cinches in the hold. Sunny does her best to wriggle free and eventually manages to cause Evander to lose his grip on her leg. He lets go but before Sunny can attempt any sort of counter, Evander makes his way behind and locks in a headlock, holding it until Sunny's initial resistance subsides before he flips her over and adds a single-leg crab to his chain of moves.

Jimmy Yates: Evander comes from a strong amateur wrestling background. He may not have made the OU wrestling team in college but he was one of the last cuts.

Alan Ducard: He made it a point when talking with us before the show that he was looking to carry over his technical skills to the professional ranks. That last string of moves was well done.

Since she has the mask, we can't see any wincing but her body language shows she has some hurt going on. There's no submission however, so Evander lets up on the hold. Sunny makes it back up and takes a couple of limber steps to see how strong her leg holds up. Apparently satisfied, she takes a couple steps at Evander. Evander steps toward her, but she quickly backs up-a small game of cat-and-mouse. After a second set of this, he gets fed up and goes right at her-but he pays for it. A quick martial arts kick to his head sends him stumbling backwards. Sunny, moving as fast as she can, goes to him and again hits a series of kicks to Knoll's legs, torso and head, showing she's an equal opportunity kicker. She tops it off by leaping into the air and hits a spin heel kick as the crowd comes back to life! Evander goes down but this time Sunny doesn't celebrate her big advantage. Instead, she races to the ropes closest to Knoll and springboards off the middle rope with a legdrop! Sunny hops up and gets a bit of distance between herself and the downed Knoll. She hunches over, hands on knees, sizing up Knoll and awaiting him to stand.

Jimmy Yates: All these kicks tonight-I don't I've seen anyone so partial to using their feet other than Loco.

Alan Ducard: I was just about to say that, Jimbo. Looks like Laura Seton isn't the only one in LEGACY she's been watching closely.

Bryan Harris: Well it's a no-brainer in my book who she SHOULD emulate as far as in-ring action. Doesn't get much better than Loco.

Jimmy Yates: I just hope she doesn't have the same type of crappy attitude he has.

Knoll gets back up and heads in Sunny's direction. Sunny-in one smooth motion-stands straight up, lifts her right leg, does a full 360-degree spin, brings her legh towards her body....

SMACK!!

Jimmy Yates: The Hailstorm! Her trademark roundhouse superkick! Sunny covers!

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Josephina Colbert: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner by pinfall.....Sunny....RRRRRRAYNE!!

The fans give her a round of applause for the effort. A reaction the becomes louder upon seeing Sunny jumping for joy upon the ref releasing her victory-raised arm. Full of excitement, she climbs through the ropes and gives a few ringside fans high-fives before heading up the ramp.

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The Highlight of the Night

The following is brought to you by the V…I …P.

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A raven-haired goddess on his right, a stunning redhead just off to the left, and gold around his waist.

He stands in front of a LEGACY backdrop, dressed in a VIP-monogrammed Ralph Lauren polo, and Nantucket fatigue pants - basically he's looking like The Highlight of the Night should.

HOTN: Tonight, Adam Davis and Ledge went out there, and with my presence at ringside, they took care of business, and moved on towards bringing more gold to VIP. For tonight, mission accomplished, and I was all ready to head out of this arena tonight when I was stopped by some little snot-nosed punk named Avery. It seems the little twerp wondered where I had been, why the greatest ToV Champion of all time hadn't been hitting the airways to proclaim to the masses just why I am of The Elite.

The Highlight of the nights smirks, and looks to both his valet and his assistant, then down at the gold before turning to the camera once more.
HOTN: Well the answer to that idiot's question is simple - I've merely been waiting for the next challenger to step up.

There is a seriousness in Dawson's voice that is almost striking in contrast to his usual mocking sarcasm.

HOTN: You see, I've beaten them all - every challenger from pillar to post, and I've done it every way imaginable.

I am a tactician who has made them tap.

I am a physical specimen, a human highlight that claimed victory while hanging perilously over the ring.

I am an ironman having withstood a never ending assault.

I will show the world that I am more than capable of once again being the Last Man Standing.

I am ready to do what no one else has done in the illustrious history of this championship.

I am ready to claim my final token and with that victory, immortality.

Whoever steps up either by virtue of growing a set, or the front office putting them in my path - I am ready to face them, and I am ready to make ... history.

Why?

Because we are The Elite.

We are the VIP.

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Alan Ducard: Almost 6 months ago, Thomas Manchester Black defeated Ethan Leers to become the No Limits Champion, and tonight his opponent was Frank Garvin.

Jimmy Yates: Back at our last pay per view, LEGACY XV, Thomas Manchester Black defeated Frank Garvin in a No Limits title defense, but many people - myself included - felt like that was only one battle in a war between the two of them... a war which continued here tonight in brutal fashion.

Bryan Harris: From the disposition of both of these guys and the words they've exchanged over the past few weeks, you could tell ahead of time that the loser of this battle was going to have to be scooped up off the mat... Just the way I like it!

Inside the ring, TMB tried to use an elevated DDT by hooking Garvin's legs on the ropes, but Frank pushed off and tackled the champion and pummeled him on the mat. Once in control, Garvin choked TMB for about ten seconds before picking him up off the mat and giving him an irish whip. Garvin attempted a big boot, but TMB leaped into it, connecting with a flying knee in the process. Both men got back to their feet and TMB got into a clinch with Garvin, hitting a leaping knee, followed by an elbow shot, with the Maui Thai strikes putting Frank on the mat.

TMB picked up Garvin and lifted him up into a Body Press, then let him fall down to his shoulders, turning the move into a Samoan Drop. After sending Frank Garvin into the corner with an irish whip, TMB tried to go for a Running Yakuza Kick, but Garvin moved out of the way. TMB got his leg stuck on the top rope, and Garvin capitalized with an inverted bulldog takedown, then proceeded to choke TMB from behind on the mat. Pulling him to the middle of the ring, Garvin grabbed both of TMB's arms, put his foot on TMB's chest, pulled up on the arms and then slammed down with his foot several times.

Pushing a shopping cart full of duct tape rolls, Chris Turner comes out through the curtain and walks the load down to the ring. After he locks eyes with Frank Garvin, Chris Turner grins and then walks backwards up the ramp.

Thomas Manchester Black tries to work his way up off the mat but Frank Garvin comes in to attack. TMB gets a short burst of energy and sends a punch into Garvin's gut, but that just switches up Frank's plans, and he turns and runs into the ropes for momentum. As Frank Garvin rebounds off the ropes, TMB gets another burst of energy and hoists Garvin up, Spins him around and plants him into the mat with a big Spinebuster like Arn Anderson. TMB then picks up Garvin and hits an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker. Doubling over Frank with a kick to the gut, TMB then executes his "Get Down or Lay Down" Shining Axe Kick. TMB then notices the shopping cart outside the ring and then sees Chris Turner standing at the top of the ramp. TMB starts yelling at Turner and smacking his own chest, welcoming him to the party. Frank Garvin gets up and rushes in and dives at TMB, tackling him over the top rope, both men spilling out to the arena floor, TMB hitting his leg on the shopping cart on the way down.

Without returning to his feet, Frank Garvin crawls over on top of TMB, sticks his thumbs in TMB's mouth and pulls it into a sadistic smile of pain, then slams his forehead into TMB's head three times. Garvin stands up, picks TMB up off the floor, grabs his head and arm and wraps it into position for a Million Dollar Dream sleeper, then he rushes forward and slams TMB's head into the corner ringpost. After wiping his hand in the blood from TMB's forehead and wiping it across his own face Garvin throws TMB into the ring. Once Garvin visits the duct tape shopping cart, he gets into the ring. Holding a roll of duct tape, Frank slams his hand into TMB's face, knocking him down from the seated position he had arisen to. Garvin then hoists TMB up off the mat and hooks him into the corner into a tree of woe and then wraps some duct tape around one of TMB's legs, afixing him to the turnbuckle bar, then wraps duct tape around TMB's neck and pulls out into the middle of the ring, choking him with it.

Frank Garvin then unhooks a lifeless TMB from the corner, brings him to the middle of the ring, hoists him up into the air and before he completes his jacknife powerbomb, Frankie pulls sideways on TMB's mouth again, forming the smile in mid-air before slamming him down to the mat, hooking a leg and getting the pinfall to become the new No Limits Champion.

Andrew Kelley: Excuse me, Sunny? Ms. Rayne!

(Sunny stops and turns to the interviewer as he enters the screen.)

Andrew Kelley: May I have a few words with you?

(Sunny nods as Andrew stands beside her and mic at the ready.)

Andrew Kelley: Sunny, you won in your first televised match. What's going through you head?

(Sunny stands quietly exuding a nervous feeling.)

Andrew Kelley: Sun—uh Sunny?

The One Known as Sunny: Oh! Sorry! This is my...uh..first one of these thingers. Not a good speaker. Hehe, don't know what to..like..say.

Andrew Kelley: That's okay. Just tell us your feelings.

The One Known as Sunny: I guess I'm happy. Winning is always good.

Andrew Kelley: Were you satisfied with your performace?

The One Known as Sunny: I...uh..had some, you know, rough points. I'm quite sore. I'll let the fans tell me if what I did was okay. If I hear compliments then..uh...I'm satisfied.

Andrew Kelley: Being a female in Legacy, you're going to be compared to Laura Seton. Is that fair?

(Sunny shrugs.)

The One Known as Sunny: Yeah. Laura is a womens' wrestling legend. It's unfair to be judged to that but there's no...oth-er...

(From what we see of Sunny's mouth, it drops open.)

Andrew Kelley: Well, speak of the devil! Or—should I say, “angel.” Laura, how are you?

(Yes, it is Laura Seton coming into the camera to join the veteran interviewer and rookie wrestler. She is dressed in her white-with-pink lettering “Milk & Cookies” t-shirt and khaki shorts and her hair is down and brushed back; which is all we can see with the waist-up view.)

Laura: Hey, Sunny! How are you?

(Laura extends her right hand for a shake but Sunny being quite surprised at Laura's being right in front of her, she doesn't extend her hand. Laura shrugs.)

Andrew Kelley: Looks like you aren't the only female here anymore.

Laura: (after a chuckle) No, I guess not. (at Sunny) Nice job out there tonight. I'll say it wasn't stellar, but still a very respectable showing.

The One Known as Sunny: Wow. Uh...thanks and uh..stuff. That means..a lot to me.

Andrew Kelley: Back to the earlier question. If you could finish your thought, Sunny?

The One Known as Sunny: I don't..think it's fair to be compared to Ms. Laura but..you know..there's no better person to compare me too. No other woman before in Legacy.

Andrew Kelley: Do YOU think it's fair, Laura? To have Sunny compared to you?

Laura: Personally no. I've had a successful career and with comparisons, she might put too much pressure on herself to try becoming me. She should be herself and become “the first Sunny Rayne” instead of trying to become “the next Laura Seton.”

(Sunny nods in understanding. At the same time she giggles.)

The One Known as Sunnny: That could be a mistake. The first Sunny Rayne could be better than “the next Laura Seton.”

Laura: (smirking) Confident in yourself. I like that. (looking at the mask) Just my opinion but—lose the mask. Don't be so worried about your appearance. If people don't want to care about you because your looks may not meet their standards, that's their loss. I'd put money down, however, that you have a beautiful face. You should let people see it. I know it's up to you if you will or not, but I think you should. (looking at Sunny's toes) I advise you get some boots or something for your feet too.

The One Known as Sunny: Yeah. I'll think about it.

(There's a moment of silence as Laura eyes Sunny up and down while Sunny looks on, cocking her head wondering why Laura's doing this.)

Laura: You're in great shape and in your case size shouldn't be something for you to have to overcome, unlike me. I see you having a, no pun intended, bright future here but you still need some work. I know this sounds selfish and trust me, it isn't supposed to come off like that, but I have my own career to worry about so I'm not going to mentor you. I'm so close to breaking through as a major star and I don't want to be slowed down, you know? Besides, you need to learn to make it on your own here. (she gives a friendly smile) HOWEVER—if you're having huge problems and need a little help or a couple pointers; don't ever be afraid to ask. Who knows? Maybe some day you and I will be tagging.

The One Known as Sunny: Or facing each other. With a title on the line!

(Laura chuckles and gives a friendly pat on Sunny's back.)

Laura: May be kid.....just may be. Good luck to you!

Bryan Harris: I have to admit Ducard, I wasn’t sure to expect out of this match. Normally I would out here totally singing the praises of the former AoD, but after seeing what DOMINATION did last week and being unsure about Mirage’s focus and mental state? I thought there was a chance those meatheads just might pull it off!

Jimmy Yates: Wow, even in giving DOMINATION credit you still get your insults in there don’t ya? Anyway, I for one was excited about the match. We were treated to a revitalized DOMINATION once again in a LEGACY ring, and we were able to see them in a situation where there’s more to this than just the tournament. After the way AoD used underhanded tactics to take the belts from DOMINATION and then swindled them out of the belts in a follow up title shot, I would say DOMINATION was definitely looking to put a hurting on Cronos and Mirage.

Alan Ducard: Did DOMINATION get revenge and move on in the tournament, or did Cronos and Mirage regroup, refocus, and once more topple DOMINATION? Well you are about to find out what went down when these former champions collided in the middle of a LEGACY ring.

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As "Resurrection" by Fear Factory Cronos and Mirage made their entrance to a chorus of boos, which is the polar opposite of what DOMINATION received as “Batalla de los Tombores” by Godsmack boomed through the arena. Cheers rained down on the former champions as they entered the ring, and a “DOM-IN-ATION” chant began as RAGE and Mirage locked up to open the match. RAGE took the early advantage with a series of punches and he dropped Marcus to the canvas with a shoulder block off the Irish whip. RAGE tries to follow up with the clothesline, but Mirage side steps and delivers a series of stinging chops to the big man, driving him back to the ropes. Marcus hits a kick to the gut, and the swinging neckbreaker out of it, but the following cover only gets short two-count. Mirage goes to the headlock, but RAGE fights his way back to his feet, and connects with a clothesline after breaking free. It’s then that both men take flight to their corners, with each one making the tag. VENOM starts off hot, felling Cronos with multiple right hands, only to take him up and slam him back down with a scoop slam. It’s then that VENOM comes off the ropes and hits a big elbow drop to the sternum, and quickly pulls Cronos into a pin, which only nets him only about a two count. He pulls Cronos back up and hammers him with an uppercut and takes him into the inverted atomic drop. VENOM then hooks the arm for a suplex, but Cronos hammers his way out, and he immediately takes VENOM down with a knee sweep and drops his own elbow. Cronos then pulls VENOM by the feet to his corner, and takes in Mirage who comes in and drops the knee on the head, and goes for the cover. RAGE hits the ring to break it up and takes a swing at Cronos who drops off the apron. The official gets in RAGE’s face trying to get him back to the corner, and as his back is turned Diamante grabs a steel chair from ringside with sinister intentions. He raises the chair up in the corner, but Mirage rebuffs the attempt and continues the assault on VENOM towards the neutral corner as the crowd looks on quizzically, wondering what could be up with Mirage.

Diamante stews in the corner as Mirage stomps on VENOM and pulls him to a vertical base. Mirage hooks him as if to go for a DDT, but VENOM charges him back to the buckles, driving him in with a shoulder charge. To follow up, VENOM charges back in but Mirage boots him in the face, knocking him away and down to one knee. Cronos then reaches out to make the tag, but Marcus waves him off, hitting a punch to VENOM’s face, mouthing “I’ve got this” to Diamante. After another punch, he pulls VENOM up and tries pulling him back into position for the inverted DDT – but VENOM reverses out and hooking Mirage, tosses him back into his corner with a release German suplex! VENOM storms in and makes the tag and RAGE hits the ring on fire. He pulls RAGE up and hammers away on him before sending him off with the Irish whip and catching him with a belly-to-belly suplex. RAGE then tosses him to the buckles face first in the corner, and makes the tag to VENOM. As he does, Cronos hits the ring, looking to slow down DOMINATION, but RAGE ducks a huge roundhouse kick and clotheslines Diamante to the outside. A moment later the crowd gasps as Mirage goes up, and is the victim of Total Domination – the powerbomb/top rope clothesline combination. A cover, and a count of three later, and Domination has defeated the former AoD and is moving on in the tournament.

Back to the Studio

Alan Ducard: Well gents, it looked like something was really off about Mirage in that one.

Jimmy Yates: It did seem like something was out of sync with Cronos and Mirage, and you can’t afford to make any mistakes against a powerful team like Domination.

Bryan Harris: Well, those mistakes cost the former AoD the match, and it may have costs them much more.

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Cronos kicks the steel steps outside the ring in utter frustration as Domination exits the ring victorious. Cronos watches them walk past with a cocky grin plastered on their face. Mirage rolls to his side, coming to his senses, as Cronos slides under the bottom rope and hops to his feet at Mirages backside with his hand out stretched to help his tag partner up.

Alan Ducard: That has to be a very disheartening loss for the former Agents of Destiny.

Bryan Harris: What are you talking about? Cronos and Mirage are just playing mind games with the tag di…

A huge pop from the crowd drowns Bryan Harris out and he turns to see Cronos Diamante kicking Mirage square in the nose.

Bryan Harris: What is he doing!?!

Alan Ducard: I don’t know why he’s beating on his partner but he knocked Mirage’s head off with a very stiff right hand and now he’s kicked his partner in the nose. This crowd loves it.

Cronos reaches down and picks Mirage up by his head and with all the strength he has in him, throws him over the top rope and he lands at the corner of the guard rail with a sickening thud. Cronos wastes no time at all exiting the ring and gets a running start at a kick to Mirage’s stomach to knock the wind out of him.

Bryan Harris: Cronos don’t do it!!! STOP THIS!

Jimmy Yates: No. Don’t stop. I love this. Kill him!

Cronos picks Mirage up from the ground and slams his head into the announcer’s booth right at the edge, cutting his forehead just enough to form a single stream of blood.

Cronos Diamante: I joined the Agents of Destiny to learn from the master, Marcus…

Cronos rips Bryan Harris’ headset off him and begins wrapping it around Mirage’s neck with a sick grin on his face.

Cronos Diamante: You know what I learned? I learned you’re the master of JACKSHIT!

Cronos wraps the last bit of wire around his neck as the tone of the crowd begins to change from cheers to a mixed reaction of cheer, boos and absolute shock.

Cronos Diamante: You ARE a Mirage!

Cronos drops Mirage off the side of the announcers table, the cables keeping him just off the ground as they choke him. As the cables continues to choke him and he begins going red in the face, struggling to pull the cable from his neck, Cronos picks up the steel chair Mirage refused to use during the match. Cronos gets up close to Mirage’s face with a grin not ever seen from Cronos before, something absolutely primal and diabolical.

Cronos Diamante: You’re not the bad guy, Marcus. You never really were. But…

The cable snaps from Mirage’s weight and he falls to the ground, his body slumped against the announcer’s booth as he gasps for air. Cronos points to himself as he looks at a barely conscious Mirage.

Cronos Diamante: I am the ultimate bad guy. I always was, hiding behind the ridiculous AoD sideshow. I’mma show you how it’s really done.

Cronos takes a step forward, his face inches from Mirage’s, as security begins rushing down the ramp unbeknownst to Cronos.

Cronos Diamante: Now you get to be all alone, Marcus. All alone!

Cronos takes a few steps back and begins to charge at Mirage when he’s quickly grabbed from behind and pulled away from the steel chair and his would be victim by three security guards. Cronos doesn’t even struggle as the paramedics rush to Mirage to check if he’s still breathing. With the crowd completely in shock and not knowing what to make of the situation Cronos, free from the guards for the moment, turns and runs right at Mirage lifting his knee into Mirage’s forehead. The cut in his forehead opens up again and Mirage is knocked out cold. The crowd cheers as Cronos is escorted from ringside and into the backstage area.

Jimmy Yates: Franks playing it smart there, if not brave, by targeting the legs of Boyd and getting back out.

Alan Ducard: It's going to take quite a bit to wear him down, though.

Again Allen creeps in and delivers a kick to the thigh, this time rolling to his right after delivering the kick. Boyd rubs his leg where contact was made, but doesn't seem to be in any great discomfort yet. Franks begins to "fake" kicks, raising his knee to draw a reaction from Saunders. After two feigns, Franks hits a spinning wheel kick, making contact with Boyd's chest and knocking him back a step or two. Franks quickly scrambles away, crouching in a corner defensively.

Alan Ducard: We could be here all night at this rate.

Saunders resets himself in the middle of the ring, and Franks seems to be in no hurry to push the pace, instead looking to pick his spots. He fakes another kick to the thigh, but Boyd doesn't bite. Another spinning wheel kick connects, but Boyd doesn't budge, and Allan instead drops to the mat with a thud. Before he can scramble away, Saunders reaches down and grips his head, lifting him to his feet, only to put him flat on his back with a huge backhand chop to the chest. Franks rolls out of the ring to regroup as Boyd smirks.

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Jimmy Yates: And Franks rolls back in, looking much more wary of engaging our new Network Champion, if that's possible.

Bryan Harris: Are we in San Francisco?

Alan Ducard: No, why?

Bryan Harris: Otherwise, I don't think these two can be engaged.

Allen Franks catches Boyd and everyone else off guard by forcing the offense. He takes a pair of quick steps forward and dropkicks Boyd in the chest. As he rises, he snaps off a pair of kicks to Boyd's thigh. As he stands, he lets go with another spinning wheel kick, actually knocking the big man back once again. Rising from the mat again, Franks headbutts Boyd in the stomach, then takes advantage of his doubled over posture to dropkick him in the jaw, rocking Saunders back on his heels, precariously close to hitting the mat before regaining his balance.

Alan Ducard: Impressive offense from Franks!

Bryan Harris: What's the Canadian to American exchange rate on dropkicks?

Jimmy Yates: You do realize that didn't make a damn bit of sense, right?

Bryan Harris: They can't all be winners, Jim.

With Boyd teetering, Franks bounds off the far ropes and throws his body weight into Saunders with a crossbody, which turns out to be a mistake. Boyd simply catches his challenger, and holds him in mid-air despite the flailing protests of Franks. After ten or fifteen seconds, he lifts him above his chest into a 3/4 press, and tosses him to the mat. Franks bounces and lands near the ropes, his back damaged from the violent slam. As Boyd backs up to measure Franks for another power move, Mostafa Bashir leaps onto the apron and takes a swing at Saunders. He misses, but gets Saunders attention. The seven foot plus behemoth simply glares Bashir off the apron, but the window of opportunity is seized by Franks, who comes from behind with a kick to the back of Saunders' thigh, then uses a basement dropkick to actually take the giant down to one knee, driving his leg out from under him.

Bryan Harris: Franks looks like he's all hopped up on Mountain Dew here tonight.

Alan Ducard: As long as he's careful in pushing the pace, he seems to be meeting with some success.

Franks gets close enough to land some forearms to the jaw of Saunders, but turns to get some momentum off the ropes as soon as Boyd regains a vertical base. As he gets within range, his chance for offense is snuffed out by Boyd landing a huge face-palm STO, stopping his momentum cold. Boyd maintains the pie-face as a pinning position.

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Franks gets a shoulder up at the last second as Bashir goes nuts on the floor. Boyd remains calm, dragging Franks up by the hair and whipping him into the ropes, then knocking him through them and onto the apron with a palm strike to the chest. He stalks over but Franks uses a pair of shoulder blocks to the midsection to double him over, then slingshots himself into the giant with a springboard dropkick that puts him on the mat. He scrambles for a cover, using a lateral press but unable to hook the leg.

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Jimmy Yates: HUGE kickout by Saunders!

Alan Ducard: Franks looked like he was even with the top rope, and Saunders is up on his feet again already.

Saunders heads for the ropes, but as he hits them, Mostafa Bashir pulls the top rope down just enough to send Saunders tumbling out to the floor, where Bashir puts the boots to him. Franks does his duty in keeping the ref occupied for a few seconds as Bashir does his damage. The ref turns and sends Bashir away as Franks finds his way to the ring apron. Just as Boyd finds his feet again, he's hit with a dropkick from the apron by Franks, driving him against the guardrail.

Jimmy Yates: Franks and Bashir play the numbers game and have Saunders in trouble here.

Alan Ducard: Shameful display by these two, as Boyd seemed to be shrugging off Franks' offense pretty effectively.

Bryan Harris: As Leo Durocher once said, "If you know how to cheat, begin now."

Boyd still looks the worse for wear on the outside, and Franks heads for the ring apron once again. This time he lets fly with a crossbody, but Saunders catches him and quickly rams him into the ringpost before dumping him into the ring, gasping for air and clutching his back. Bashir moves towards Saunders, but again a glare from the Network Champion seems to be enough to warn him off. Saunders climbs into the ring and positions himself behind Franks, waiting for him to stand. As he does, he locks in a variation of the cobra clutch and lifts him off of the mat with it, thrashing him left and right.

Jimmy Yates: Big Sleep! Franks is in trouble and I don't think Bashir can help him now!

Bryan Harris: Good Lord...he looks like a rag doll having a seizure on a pogo stick inside a washing machine on spin cycle.

Alan Ducard: That was...descriptive. I would imagine it feels like a prolonged car wreck.

Franks continues to be whipped back and forth in Boyd's Big Sleep, creating a problem for the referee. He can't get close enough to check his arms for unconsciousness, so the violent thrashing continues. Finally, when it seems that all resistance has ceased, Saunders simply drops Franks, letting him land on the mat. He places a huge boot on his chest as the referee moves into position.

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Josephina Colbert: Your winner of the match and still LEGACY F/X Network Champion...."Big" Boyd SAUNDERS!!!!

Jimmy Yates: And an excellent start to this newcomer's reign as Network Champion, picking up a decisive win over Allen Franks.

Laura: So how we all doing here in Norfolk tonight?

(To no surprise, the crowd responds well to the cheap pop attempt. Laura keeps the grin and nods her head.)

Laura: Fantastic. First and foremost, I haven't congratulated J-Mo on his championship win (the crowd gives a good pop) so congrats on the big win, good sir. You're a terrific competitor who's head is in the right place and now it's something you deserve. Good luck later tonight!

(She gives a quick toss of her hair and brushes it over her right shoulder as she quickly bites her lower lip, getting a mild look of disappointment.)

Laura: Well, as everyone knows—LEGACY seems to be in a dark age, if you will. There's a light at the end of the tunnel because of J-Mo's awesome win at L-Fifteen, but that aside it seems like further darkness set in. From Kenji turning uber-violent which, from what I've heard, is him turning back to his regular form to Jester Smiles being out for who knows how long (a set of booing kicks in) to Cade Sydal being ambushed...

(The booing increases as Laura purses her lips and takes a big breath. She has a small head shake before continuing.)

Laura: Which is what leads me to one of the sickest things I've seen since I've been in wrestling: X....Calibur.

(The booing now becomes overly loud as the fans, never mind the fact he's not out there, let him have it. Laura nods her head as if agreeing with the resentment to the former fan favorite.)

Laura: X or Eryk or whatever you want be called—what in the world got in to you? Did Cade poop in your pickles or something? Seriously dude. I mean—(motioning at Madison)—you've got diehard fans of yours like her. A huge crush. Your posters all over her room. Doodles of you in her notebooks with “Madison Van Warren” scribbled next to it. On the male side, the guys playing in their backyards and at school, always saying “I get to be X!” The high schoolers lifting weights and possibly going as far as training to wrestle—just so they could be like YOU! Didn't you like going out to great arenas like this one and hearing the cheers?

(Madison gets a bit perturbed and leans in to the mic.)

Madison: Yeah, you stupid son of a b*tch!...

Laura: Madison!

Madison: On behalf of all the fans—F*CK YOU!!

(Laura lowers the mic as she turns to Madison, seemingly ready to lash out at her.)

Laura: MADISON MEGXETTE! STOP IT!

(Madison puts her hands up as if conceding. Laura turns back to the camera and lifts the mic back up.)

Laura: I'm sure you're going to say that you weren't the typical role model and that people probably shouldn't have been idolizing you like they were. You were, and still are, doing things 'your way.' That the fans' cheering was just coincidental, you weren't actually doing anything for them. Well, regardless—I feel you turned your back on them and I truly hope you get the crap knocked out of you! (a cheer of agreement is given) So with that said, I now ask: You're teaming with, of all people, LOCO? Dude, what's your damage? Maybe not being the usual “good guy” was your way, but you've gone to a new low. Why would you even THINK of joining Loco? On behalf of the fans, I beg that this is some big scheme of yours and within the next couple of shows you're going to slam a steel chair on Loco's head. (a light cheer from the crowd comes at that idea) You have to be honest that Loco is basically the worst person in this federation. No one can stand him, no one can trust him....

(An even heavier set of boos fill the arena. No music. No fan fare. Just loud. raucous. Hatred. As Loco Martinez steps out onto the entrance ramp in a incredibly well tailored suit. HIs hair is cut short, and styled nicely. He has a Legacy Tag Team title over his left shoulder, and a microphone in his right hand.)

Loco Martinez: My ears are burning.

(More booing. Loco pauses hoping he won't have to talk over them. It doesn't. So he half speaks/half screams. Worst. Person?)

Loco Martinez: I'm the worst person in the federation? You really have to pay attention to the invading masses that have stepped foot in this place the last year, sweet tits. (Laura glares death holes through Loco for this comment.. he laughs it off) Seriously though. You have to get off my coat tails. This is getting ridiculous. Didn't you get the hint? Or do you need a memo? Or do I have to go to your little board and start a whole thread about it. I'm. THROUGH. WITH. YOU!

(Taking offense to the talk towards her sister, Madison glares towards Loco and leans in to the mic.)

Madison: If you're done, then what are you doing out here jack*ss!?

(Loco smirks at Madison, and then an idea pops into his mind. He blows her a kiss and shoots a wink her direction.)

Loco Martinez: I hear my partner being disparaged, and ME being disparaged and I want "big sis" to go bark up another tree. Name dropping isn't going to get her someplace. She may as well focus full time on her WNBA career, or the 2012 Olympics, or possibly squeezing a couple kids out her fun hole... wait... wait... that's requiring having sex... so okay... just the first two.

(There's an audible gasp from the crowd.)

Laura: (as sarcastic as possible) That's hi-larious!

Loco Martinez: And you need to look into the convent. They like someone of your "purity".

(It looks like there's a slight laugh coming from Laura as she drapes her arms over the ropes closest to Loco.)

Laura: That's good. That's really funny. You should be a comedian.

Loco Martinez: Oh I'm sorry... am I mistaken? Have you "been around the block"? Played some quality one on one. Had someone drive to the hole?

(As Loco continues, Laura's eyes narrow—obviously upset with the sexual insinuations.)

Loco: I have my dry erase board backstage, I can draw you up a new "playbook" that will have that "man" - and i use that term LOOSELY - on a leash... oh. Shit. He's already on a leash. Oh well. I can still draw up a thing or two. Show you a quality DP.. I mean Double Team. I mean... wait... no I mean THAT.

Laura: I'M A VIRGIN!!

(An almost instant hush falls over the attendance at The Scope as fans are either shocked she's let this out or just have no idea how to react.)

Jimmy Yates: Woah...

Bryan Harris: Heh. That's quite interesting.

(Laura gives a harsh foot stomp then takes an 'on a dime' full 360-degree spin out of frustration from yelling that out. Maybe it isn't a big deal for most, but that was a piece of information Laura had always felt no one else should publicly know, so it's a huge deal to her. Madison looks at her sister with TREMENDOUS surprise—the type of look that says Maddie thought she wasn't one of “those” anymore. Laura stares out at Loco, face beet red. Loco, who has suspected and hinted at this, has his face pulled to the point of breaking with a huge shit-eating grin.)

Laura: Congratulations. I hope you're happy you dragged that out of me.

Loco Martinez: Not as happy as that boyfriend if he got to put it in you.

(Laura then slams her mic down and yells out a few inaudible words at Loco. Madison tries calming her sister down, but Laura just brushes her aside as Loco watches. Loco just continues grinning, that trademarked grin the last thing we see before the next part of the show.)

Bryan Harris: If you ask me neither team should even get another chance in this tournament. Pinned or not they both lost.

Jimmy Yates: But both of these teams are so dynamic and so talented that it would be a shame not to see them duke it out for a chance at the Tag Team Titles.

Alan Ducard: Deserving or not, both of these teams have a lot on the line. The loser is eliminated from the tournament and the winner will advance to the next round. Let's get right into the action.

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Th...Maya kicks out!

Bryan Harris: I have to admit that was a damn fine chain of suplex maneuvers right there. I'm almost a little surprised that little Maya was even able to kick out of it because Junior threw some extra sauce into those.

Junior drags Maya to his feet and whips him against the ropes, however, Maya springboards off the middles ropes into a moonsault that nails a surprised Junior! Maya quickly kips back up to his feet and points to the crowd, Shinya starts to clap his hands and the crowd soon follows suit. Finally, Maya performs a standing shooting star press slamming right into the chest of Junior! Maya hooks the far leg for the cover!

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Junior kicks out!

Jimmy Yates: Incredible speed and high flying prowess being shown by TRES BIEN right now. It looked like Junior had managed to keep Maya grounded for a little while in the outset of this match but he seems to be losing a grip on things real quick.

Alan Ducard: And that has to be the strategy here for the Saunders Family. TRES BIEN are speedy high flyers, so if you can keep them grounded and slow the match down then you have a much better chance at beating these young up and comers.

Maya manages to drag Junior to the TRES BIEN corner and tags in Shinya. Shinya wastes no times and springboards right off the top rope into a huge leg drop on the throat of Junior! Shinya doesn't go for the cover and instead sprints off the ropes, Shinya dives forward with a front flip senton right onto the midsection of Junior! Shinya hooks the legs!

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Thr...Junior kicks out again!

Alan Ducard: Again, TRES BIEN proving to be just too fast right now. I have to imagine Junior is having a hard time even figuring out which direction the assault is coming from at this point.

Shinya doesn't waste time arguing with the referee and instead bolts right for the ropes again, however, this time Junior manages to get up and clothesline Shinya, who spins head over heels before hitting the canvas from the impact of the clothesline! But, Junior can't capitalize as the clothesline seemed to sap the last of his energy after all the punishment he had taken from TRES BIEN.

Bryan Harris: Looks like he went to the well once too often there. Both teams really need to make a tag now, this is where we separate the men from the boys...or...the kids in pink trunks...or whatever the hell you call TRES BIEN.

Junior struggles to crawl his way closer to the stretched out hand of Harrison. Only mere feet away Shinya is also struggling to find the strength to inch his way closer to Maya's hand. Maya is slamming his hand hard against the turnbuckle and motioning to the crowd to urge Shinya on! Junior finally manages to reach out and tag in Harrison! Harrison leaps through the ropes and grabs Shinya by the foot preventing him from tagging Maya! Maya is reaching out as far as he can but Shinya is juuuuust inches away! Shinya struggles to stand up, Harrison still has a grip on his foot as Shinya hobbles around on one foot.

Jimmy Yates: Shinya is real trouble here, he really needs to make a tag but Harrison has him all but trapped now!

Out of desperation Shinya leaps up with an enziguri...but Harrison ducks it and Shinya falls face first right onto the mat! Still with a grip on Shinya's foot Harrison takes the opportunity to lift Shinya's leg off the mat and SLAM it into the canvas! Shinya groans in pain and grips at the knee that took the brunt of the impact. Harrison grabs Shinya by the hair and lifts him to his feet, Harrison holds Shinya up and delivers a perfect dropkick right to the jaw of Shinya! The force of the dropkick sends Shinya flailing backwards right into his corner! Maya tags Shinya's shoulder and sprints into the ring! Maya runs as fast as he can at Harrison who tries to drop Maya with a clothesline, but Maya ducks under and rebounds off the ropes again! Harrison turns around and tries to punch Maya but Maya easily ducks under and flies off the ropes again! By the time Harrison can even turn around Maya has already run right past him and is rebounding off the ropes and...Maya takes Harrison down with a HUGE blockbuster neckbreaker!

Jimmy Yates: My goodness, the speed of Maya there was just insane! Harrison didn't know which way to look. Which is saying something because Harrison isn't exactly a slow guy, he is a very athletic individual who we've seen do some acrobatic things.

Alan Ducard: TRES BIEN showing what they're best known for – speed.

Maya sizing up Harrison, waiting for him to get back to his feet. Harrison finally gets back up to his feet and Maya leaps up for a hurracanrana...but Harrison holds onto Maya and SLAMS him to the mat with a powerbomb! Harrison goes for the cover!

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Maya kicks out!

Harrison doesn't want to give Maya a chance to get back to his feet and CRASHES a forearm into the back of Maya's head and then DRIVES a knee into the midsection of Maya while he is still on the mat.

Alan Ducard: Great strategy there by Harrison, by continuing to attack Maya while he is on the ground there is absolutely no way Maya can kip to his feet or come back at Harrison. If Harrison can keep this up then it looks like trouble for TRES BIEN.

Harrison mounts Maya and just launches a flurry of forearm shots at Maya! Maya tries his best to cover up but it's more than obvious that Maya has never had to defend against such a furious attack because of how many of the shots actually get through his guard.

Bryan Harris: This one is all but over, folks. I mean look at Shinya, he's barely keeping himself standing with the ropes. All Harrison needs to do is not make a mistake and the Saunders Family is home free into the next round.

Harrison drags Maya to his feet and lifts Maya high into a vertical suplex. Harrison holds him there for a while thinking it best to let the blood flow to Maya's head. But Maya twists backwards out of the suplex and lands behind Harrison...Maya rolls up Harrison for a cover!

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3...!!! Harrison kicks out a second too late!

Referee Travis Rollins signals for the bell!

Bryan Harris: What!? Was that three!? Did he kick out!?

Jimmy Yates: Maya got him! That was three, this match is over! Harrison was in complete control towards the end of the match but it looks like a bit of desperation paid off for TRES BIEN!

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners...TREEEEEEESSSSS BIEN!

Alan Ducard: The kid never gave up even when it looked like the match was over for him. You have to hand it to Shinya and Maya of TRES BIEN.

Shinya and Maya roll out of the ring holding each others shoulder to keep each other standing. They have almost no energy left and still make sure to slap every hand that reaches out to them as they make their way back up the ramp.

As Avery turns, the camera pulls back from the closer shot on Avery and goes wide to show both RAGE and VENOM who seem to simply dwarf the interviewer, and even Trent Logan who stands at the side.

Intern Avery: Now gentlemen, you had a big win tonight - how do you feel about that victory, and what your thoughts heading into the rest of the tournament?

RAGE: You know Avery, that was a big win for us. I know a lot of time has passed, and our issues with the "former AoD" but that was the one "mental block" for us coming back. We needed to go out there and beat them, take care of past business so to speak so we could look forward to more "golden opportunities".

VENOM: The moment the three count happened, I was ready to move on - hell I'm ready to go back out there right now and kick some more ass. I want the world tag team titles back around our waists, and it doesn't matter who we have to go through to get them. It doesn't matter who we meet in the finals - it could be X-Calibur and Loco, or even Patrick Kidd and our friend The Outlaw himself. It could be anyone.

Trent Logan: I guess you could say Avery, that DOMINATION is back ... and we're looking for a fight.

With that Avery turns back to the camera.

Intern Avery: Ladies and gentlemen you've heard it here first - LEGACY get ready to put up or shut up because DOMINATION is coming for you.

Andrew Kelly: Mr. Rue-ah, welcome to your first LEGACY...

Coca-Cola Rua: Actually I want to start off on the right foot. Before anyone else gets confused, my last name is pronounced Who-ah. It's Portugese, my family is from Brazil. And I know what you are thinking, my accent is so good. That is because my mother and father moved here to the United States when I was just a toddler.

Andrew Kelly: I didn't totally wonder about that, but it is nice to know the correct pronunciation. Of the three new signees to the roster, you were the only one not signed up to wrestle on tonight's show, so I can't ask you about your first opponent.

Coca-Cola Rua: I've seen Strife plenty of times and I know you all have a fine looking roster here, and I'l be happy to wrestle any of them.

Andrew Kelly: The question most are going to wonder is what your real first name is?

Coca-Cola Rua: Sorry, but that's part of my agreement with the greatest soda manufacturer in the world. I can't have other people calling me by a first name other than Coca-Cola or at the very least Coke. Sponsorships, you know how it goes, right?

Andrew Kelly: I... guess so.

Coca-Cola Rua: Thanks BroChacho. Stay thirsty, my friend. And always... *looks to the camera* always... Drink Coca-Cola.

While Andrew Kelly watches as Rua walks away, and an old road agent approaches.

Andrew Kelly: That did not go like I thought it might.

Preston Thompkens: Oh I figured. I was there during one of his interviews, and I've seen the demo tape he sent in. He's an odd one, but tough as nails.

Chivalric gets to his feet and sends a strike to CB's throat, stopping CB's assault. Chivalric then spins around and sends a thrust kick into CB's chest, knocking him off the apron into the trash can, which crumples under CB's weight. Chiv does a baseball slide to end up out on the arena floor, takes the kendo stick and uses it to choke CB. Turning CB over onto his stomach, Chivalric wraps up CB's arm into an awkward position behind his own head, then Chiv gets to his feet and sends a soccer kick into CB's exposed ribs.

Chiv throws CB into the ring, follows him in and works him over with kicks and stomps. Finally CB is able to block a kick aimed at his head and he works his way back to his feet still holding Chivalric's leg, hoisting him up off the mat and sending him down with a modified spinebuster. Crazy Boy feeds off the crowd's energy and hits six straight clotheslines, then whips Chivalric into the corner and starts with the mounted punches. CB gets to fifteen punches but Chivalric reaches up and rakes his eyes, then shoves CB backwards into the middle of the ring. CB starts to get up by Chiv catches him with a wicked roundhouse kick.

After dropping CB to his knees, Chivalric moves in behind his opponent and grabs him by the head, trying to pull back into his trademark submission hold, but CB fights it off, flailing his arms and prying Chivalric's grasp off of his head. Chivalric then spins around and sends a backfist into Crazy Boy's throat, sending him down to the mat. Choking and gasping for air, CB makes a defensive maneuver and rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope. Chivalric waits for CB to get back up to his feet, then turns and runs into the opposite ropes and on the return dives between the ropes and nails a forearm shot to CB's head which rocks him into the steel barricade.

Reaching down, Chivalric pulls back the mat to expose the arena floor. When he tries to grab CB by the head, Chiv gets drilled in the ribs with a hooking blow, and then rocked back by a headbutt. CB then puts Chiv in position for a piledriver on the exposed arena floor, but Chivalric somehow executes a back body drop. Frustrated, Chivalric grabs the ring attendant and throws him out of his seat, stealing the man's chair and throwing it into the ring where CB has returned, crawling under the bottom rope.

Chiv gets back into the ring and is surprised by a belly to belly suplex from CB, who had enough time to recover. When Chivalric tries to return to his feet, Crazy Boy hoists him up onto his shoulders and begins spinning, with the crowd shouting "CRAZY AIRLINES!!! DESTINATION...." waiting until CB stops spinning to yell "SAMOA!!!!" as CB drops backwards with the Samoan Drop. CB tries to get up off the mat, but all the spinning left him dizzy, and he drops back down to a knee to try to recover.

Crazy Boy picks up the chair and swings it at Chivalric, but Bishop ducks the attempt and kicks CB in the gut. A Superman punch misses its mark and CB takes the opportunity to level his opponent with a running clothesline which turns Chivalric inside out. Crazy Boy moves over to the corner and starts climbing the turnbuckle, but Chivalric gets back up, making a buzzing sound, grabs CB by the arm and pulls him back towards the center of the ring with an armdrag. Crazy Boy gets back up and Chivalric sends a roundhouse kick to his ribs.

CB stumbles backwards, falls to his knees and grabs the nearby chair. When Chivalric charges in, Crazy Boy picks up the chair, swings it around and connects with the weapon to Chivalrics head, flattening him to the mat. CB then gets to his feet and places the chair on the mat and picks his opponent up to his feet. As CB scoops Chivalric up into his arms into position for the Crazy Slam, a masked man in an exact replica of Chivalric's costume comes out from underneath the ring apron and slides into the ring, diving in and chop blocking CB, causing him to fall to the mat. The masked man helps Chivalric to his feet, and then they both attack Crazy Boy. One of them takes out a rag, the other pulls out a small bottle, they soak the rag in the chloroform and put it over Crazy Boy's mouth. When CB goes limp, one of the Chivalrics exits the ring and the other makes the easy pinfall with the fans all over the arena either booing or in stunned silence. A buzzing noise is heard over the speakers and the lights flicker a few times, shut off for three seconds, and then when they turn back on CB is the only one left in the ring, with no signs of chloroform or the rag or the victorious opponent.

Rob Belote: Fellow Virginians... LEGACY fans across the world... this Summer season once again brings hope...

Images appear on the jumbotron of Issac Entragian... Ethan Leers... Cronos Diamante & Mirage... X-Calibur & Loco Martinez... Matthew
Dawson... Frank Garvin...

Rob Belote: Darkness has taken hold on LEGACY, and although I won't do anything to ensure that good men once again become the holders of LEGACY championship gold, I can promise that the competitors you love to cheer for WILL be getting their opportunities to advance here in LEGACY. Our next pay per view is Glimmer of Hope 2010, and for those of you who have followed LEGACY for any significant amount of time, you know what that means...

The shimmering gold portions of the screen intensify, and then words start appearing.

15 Competitors

5 Team Captains

1 Winner

Rob Belote: The Co-Op Challenge returns, and with one show remaining, you will find out at STRIFE 63 who the five team captains will be. We
will have at least one random drawing... and we will have qualifier matches. Trust me... you're not going to want to miss this, because with a main event spot at Destined For Greatness 2010 on the line... you can bet that those fifteen competitors will stop at nothing to make sure that they come out on top!

The LEGACY Vision jumbotron now reads "CO-OP CHALLENGE", which then fades away and is replaced by "GLIMMER OF HOPE 2010", and the fans
cheer as Rob Belote has finished saying his bit, and we cut elsewhere.

Jimmy Yates: The four of these men are not only veritable legends of this industry, but they are incredible tag team wrestlers. Combined they have held tag team gold 20 times with 14 different partners in an incredible seven different federations. Tag team success has followed each of these fighters wherever they’ve competed.

Bryan Harris: No argument there Jimbo.

Jimmy Yates: You’ve got to be kidding me? Nothing?

Bryan Harris: Jimbo, you know I’m not a fan of Patrick “The Comeback” Kidd or The Outlaw and that I’m a big fan of Loco Martinez and X-Calibur now that he’s smartened up, but you can’t argue with gold or green. The titles are amazing, and from what I’ve seen from the ticket sales for this Strife – the numbers are incredible, and I have to give a great deal of credit to this extra special match-up.

Alan Ducard: Well gents, I think it’s time that we show the fans at home exactly what went down when four legends squared for the right to be called World Tag Team Champions.

Start of Match Footage

The arena was filled with incredible anticipation as Josephina Colbert brought the microphone to her lips to begin her introductions. Then, Trik Turner’s “Friends & Family” booms through the arena, and the crowd comes unglued with the appearance of Patrick Kidd and The Outlaw – Family Values. The challengers hit the ring and show a quick sign of respect to the fans as they turn towards the entrance way looking primed and ready to take home the gold. However, that electric atmosphere turns hateful, but with the same rabidity that was shown for the challengers as Loco Martinez and X-Calibur – Profanity and Insanity – head for the ring. The Champions stare down the challengers upon entering, and that doesn’t end even as the music dies, the belts are held up, the bell rings, and the crowd cheers.

Patrick Kidd steps up to begin the match against Loco Martinez, and a buzz is in the air as this is the first time that these two competitors have squared off in any kind of match. They circle each other a full circle, and just when they are about to tie up, Loco backs off with a smirk on his face, and he tags in X-Calibur as a huge “You Suck” chant breaks out through the arena. Patrick then stares daggers at Loco, and he shrugs as if to say “two can play at that game” and he reaches back into his corner tagging in The Outlaw.

As Greyson steps into the ring the crowd roars, and these two former LEGACY World Champions waste no time in tying up. Out of the initial engagement, X-Calibur transitions to the headlock, but the Outlaw uses his strength to push X off to the ropes. On the rebound, X-Cal ducks a clothesline, comes off the ropes once more, and connects on Greyson with a big flying forearm, taking the big man down. As The Outlaw tries to get back up, X is there to take him back down with a snapmare, and comes off the ropes delivering a big kick to the back of the skull and knocking Blade back down to the canvas. Greyson pushes himself back up, holding his neck, and X-Calibur moves in and wraps the waist, looking for the German suplex, but The Outlaw fires back with multiple elbows, and then ducks under hooks X with a version of the Rock Bottom! The quick cover is made, but Loco is there immediately to break up the pin. The Outlaw looks over angrily to Loco, and pulls X-Cal up. There’s a hard Irish whip to the Family Values corner, and Blade charges in with a big shoulder to the gut, driving X-Cal back into the buckles. It’s then that the assault begins as Blade repeatedly delivers those mini-Killshots to X until finally X slumps down in the corner and Blade kicks him in the face, and makes the tag.

With the tag, The Outlaw pulls X up and delivers an atomic drop, causing X to stagger right into Kidd’s clutches who takes him and slams him down with a spinning spinebuster – channeling the great Arn Anderson. Kidd makes the cover, but only gets two as X-Calibur kicks out. Patrick pulls X to his feet and chops away at him before following a knee to the gut with a bulldog that again only nets him a two count. It’s then that Kidd goes for a suplex, but X-Cal blocks and fights his way out of it, finally hitting an elbow that spins Kidd away and gives X the opening to deliver a sickening neckbreaker. Not wasting any time, X then pulls Kidd up into the standing headscissors, and spikes him into the canvas with a piledriver. The crowd groans with the impact, and it only looks worse as X-Cal makes the tag to Loco. X hits a vertical suplex on Kidd, positioning him as Loco leaps over the top rope and crashes down on Patrick with a leg drop.

This isn’t how Kidd wanted his first action with Loco to go in the slightest as Loco pulls Kidd to his feet, doubling him over with a kick to the midsection. Martinez then hits the ropes, comes off with a cartwheel and he grabs Patrick’s head as he spins through and delivers a huge face-crushing maneuver. Loco looks down at Kidd and delivers a stiff kick, and yells at the crowd who give the profane one his own profane chant. Patrick is then sent to Loco’s corner, and X-Calibur snatches him by the throat with the tag rope, choking him in the corner. He finally loosens the choke to beat the five count, but Kidd staggers out of the corner to Loco. Martinez pulls Kidd into the double underhook, and calls for the “Loco Driver of Doom!” when suddenly Patrick lifts up, hitting the back body drop! As Loco stands Kidd fires off a series of bionic elbow shots as the fans count along. With Loco wobbly, Kidd comes off the ropes with a massive lariat, and both men are down. The long journey begins for each down fighter, but it looks as if Patrick has taken the lead. X-Cal quickly rushes the ring, which distracts Leonard Nolan, just as Patrick makes the tag! The crowd roars as The Outlaw hits the ring, but Nolan didn’t see the tag and the crowd is ticked as The Outlaw is forced back to his corner just in time for Leonard to turn around and see Loco make the tag to X-Cal. X kicks Patrick and then sends him off on the Irish whip. On the rebound X catches him and takes him up, hitting a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker! The crowd groans as Kidd as Kidd is motionless on the canvas. They try rallying around him, chanting for him, as X-Cal begins climbing the buckles. At one time, they’d have cheered him ascending to the heights, but not today – not anymore. X-Calibur leaps off targeting Patrick with the Hang Time Elbow and … misses!

The crowd goes crazy as Patrick rolls away and X-Cal crashes into the canvas. Patrick pushes up and crawls, and dives, making the tag to The Outlaw! The crowd goes crazy as Greyson explodes through the ropes and flattens X-Cal with a big clothesline, then another, and finally he hammers X and tosses him hard into the opposite buckles, sending him to the canvas. Loco jumps into the fray then, looking to save X, but Blade block a punch and floors Loco with a right hand. Loco bounces up and goes for a kick, but Greyson catches him and pulls him by the throat and delivers a chokeslam! Greyson turns his attention back to X and catches him coming out of the corner with The Outlaw Drop! With the move the crowd rises up as Blade begins stalking X, a fired up look in his eyes as he is ready to rip his target in half. Greyson explodes from across the ring and lowers the shoulder, only for X to side step him! Greyson though manages to hold up in the corner, grabbing the ropes. Blade turns right into X who hooks him for the X-Terminator – but Greyson holds on to the ropes and pushes X away! X rushes back in and Blade goes low, taking him up for his own version of the Angle Slam, but Loco is there with a kick to the back of the head, sending both men in a pile to the canvas.

The crowd is on the edge of its collective seat as X and Greyson begin crawling to their corners, and finally both men make the tag! Loco and Kidd meet face to face, man to man in the middle of the ring and the punches start to fly! They trade back and forth, back and forth until Kidd blocks, side steps, and delivers a Russian leg sweep! X has pulled himself up in the corner, as has Blade, and both men although not fully recovered jump into the fray! Patrick pulls Loco up and connects with a Gallows Drop on Loco! Patrick pulls Martinez to his feet, pulling him into the double underhook just as Greyson and X-Calibur go over the top rope to the outside! Patrick is about to drop Loco on his head with the Crimson Tide DDT, but the momentary focus of the official is on both men going over the top and Loco drops and drives a fist right into Kidd’s crotch with a vicious low blow! The crowd screams is disproval as Kidd slumps and Loco roles Patrick into the small package! The crowd wishes, hopes it isn’t so, but a count of three later, and Profanity and Insanity have successfully defended their tag team titles. As Josephina announces the winners, the crowd is irate at what just happened and let’s everyone know it. Greyson looks up to see Loco getting the hell out of the ring, and he and X-Cal grab the belts and head to the opposite side of the ramp before holding them up to bask in their victory as a highly ticked off Outlaw rolls back in the ring to check on his partner.

Back to the Studio

Alan Ducard: It was one exciting contest with some great tag team wrestling – especially with some nice double team moves from both teams, but X-Calibur and Loco Martinez retain the World Tag Team Championships, and although I’m not happy to see it, they managed to overcome a major challenge.

Bryan Harris: That they did Ducard, and they showed true ringsmanship in pulling it off. Some might have an issue with how it all went down ***Bryan gives a look to Jimmy who rolls his eyes in response*** but this is a huge win for the Champs, and one has to think they are the odds on favorite to now win the tournament.

Jimmy Yates: You know Bryan you are right, I’m not happy with how this finished. This was a hell of a match, and Loco had to go for a low blow. No the ref didn’t see it so it is what it is, but what really grates on me is Loco probably didn’t need to use a low blow reversal – he just chose to do it. That’s his style, and frankly I have no time for it. However, you’re right Bry – I have to think of the champs as the current favorites. As great as Domination is, as hot as VIP are right now – the champs made a statement here tonight that they are bringing their “A game” to defend the belts. Whoever steps up next week is going to be fighting an uphill battle.

Intern Avery: John Thomas, a fashionable guy like yourself... in a Ryan ZIMMERMAN jersey?

Cocking a quick smirk, John pinches the corner of his jersey near the shoulder.

John Thomas: What were you expecting... a Strasburg? I got one of his jerseys back home, but Zimmerman's out there everyday busting his ass for that city...

Turning his focus, John looks right into the camera.

John Thomas: Not to mention the fact that ole Zimmerman is the pride of Floyd E. Kellam High School in Virginia Beach, not too far at all from here, Ave'.

Turns his focus back to Avery.

John Thomas: But because I know you're such a big fan...

John reaches into the bag and pulls out a Stephen Strasburg jersey and puts it over Avery's shoulder.

Intern Avery: Are you kidding me?! This is awesome!!

John Thomas: I know you can't exactly afford to treat yourself on your salary, and since I got a "veteran salary bump" in my recent anniversary with the company... I decided to give back.

Intern Avery: Well you certainly seem to be in a good mood... and oddly enough, there's not a woman around. Didn't Helena Fitzgerald make the trip?

John laughs it off.

John Thomas: Nah, and there was no reason for her to. Back when she was with this company the first time, she hit on me pretty hard and I
unfortunately had to decline her advances... but I promised that if Anastasia and I ever broke up, I'd give her a call, so that's what I did. Fun for a weekend, but I need someone with a bit more substance.

Intern Avery: Well I guess if you have women like that throwing themselves at you, it's alright for you to be choosey. Now the fans are wondering about what you did back at STRIFE 61...

John pats Avery on the shoulder, interrupting him, then takes the mic.

John Thomas: Tell you what, you've been working hard tonight, so how about I just finish this interview out there in front of the fans...

An audible cheer is heard echoing back through the curtains as John continues.

John Thomas: ...and you go relax for the rest of the evening and enjoy the main event and your new Stras' jersey.

Intern Avery: Oh I will. It's all Stras-Mus up in here tonight!

After chuckling, John Thomas walks off with the microphone, turning a corner, walking past some road agents, then walking up through the gorilla position. The camera switches to a view from inside the arena bowl, and the fans start cheering when John Thomas steps through the curtain out onto the stage. After letting the reaction die down a bit, he starts up.

John Thomas: What's up NOR-FO'K!!!

The cheap pop JT gets is intensified as he says it with the right accent.

John Thomas: Just wanted to come out here tonight and tell you that LEGACY's recent trip to the D.C. area, and Boston before that, it's really had a big change on my outlook on things. If you want to hate on me because I'm not with Anastasia anymore, that's fine, but believe me when I say that being with her was dragging me down and I'm glad to be past that point in my life. The attitude you're seeing in me is legit, sincere, and here to stay. I'm trying to do things the right way these days, not letting myself get bogged down in politics or scheming or screwing people over... I'm just going to let my abilities and instincts take me as far as possible, and maybe rely a little bit on my durability, if there's anything left there...

John lets out a quick chuckle and twists his back a little bit, stretching to relieve any residual pain or stiffness.

John Thomas: As for STRIFE 61 when I came to the ring, I did it as a favor to Gryffin Anselm, without whom I wouldn't be standing here today. He told me that he wanted to do whatever he could to make sure that Justin Moreno made it to the main event on the SuperCard here tonight, and he asked me for my help... so that's what I did.

A moment's pause before JT continues.

John Thomas: As for me, I'm definitely going to be entering that Co-Op Challenge, and just like every year I'm going to have a great night at Glimmer of Hope, and maybe, just maybe I'll be in the main event at Destined For Great...

Suddenly John Thomas is interrupted as he's clobbered from behind by a figure clad all in black, looking exactly like the ninja we saw earlier attack DJ Cassidy backstage. John Thomas starts to get up, but the ninja drops an elbow into the middle of his back. Before the ninja can continue his attack at all, LEGACY officials start coming out from backstage and the ninja hops down off the stage and rushes off through a portal, escaping successfully.

Jimmy Yates: Two world-class athletes square off in THAT very ring for the second time, and once again, the World Heavyweight Championship is on the line.

Alan Ducard: Entragian wasted no time invoking his rematch clause, and somehow I knew that’s how it would be, I just KNEW that the moment J-Mo won the World Title that Issac would immediately be biting at his heels like a slavering coyote.

Jimmy Yates: You know that description of Issac is just a little TOO apt, Alan, because we’ve all seen some of the disturbing changes Issac seems to be going through as of late…

Alan Ducard: True enough; the rumor is that Issac Entragian has just completely…lost his mind. In fact a LEGACY medical technician who wishes to remain anonymous reported that Entragian has been suffering from hallucinations, severe paranoia…he seems to be losing his grasp on reality more and more each day.

Bryan Harris: Well ever since Issac burst onto the LEGACY scene, we’ve known that he has had run-ins with mental illness in the past, but I don’t think anyone ever thought it could reach this kind of level. Just the other night a road agent said he caught Issac talking to someone in his locker room, but when the young man opened the door of the room he found it to be empty except for Issac…creepy stuff boys…

Jimmy Yates: I’m starting to wonder if losing the World Championship didn’t force Entragian into some sort of nervous breakdown, the signs are apparent, physical as well as psychological, I mean the man has lost a substantial amount of weight, we all saw that at Strife 62.

Alan Ducard: No sign of Elizabeth Gaunt the past few weeks either, it seems as though she’s distanced herself from her lover until he’s able to overcome this internal struggle he’s dealing with. I’m curious how Issac’s new troubled state of mind will affect his performance in tonight’s match…after all he is up against a formidable thoroughbred in the form of LEGACY’s NEW World Heavyweight Champ.

Jimmy Yates: Speaking of J-Mo, this young man shocked the world at LEGACY XV when he dethroned The Ivory Terror from his tyrannical position, and ever since then The Surf-City Show Stealer has blazed forward without looking back. His family is once again strong and supportive, and I’d say he’s on top of the world right now at one of the highest points in his career.

Alan Ducard: I really believe Justin DESERVED this, fellas. He’s been in this business for a long time, and over the years he has beaten some of the greatest to ever grace this sport, and now the monster known as Entragian is on his list of victims, right up there with names like X-Calibur and Loco Martinez. Truly the ultimate underdog…never count out J-Mo, because he has a track record for surprising the world when up against big names and big talents.

Bryan Harris: Should be noted too that Anselm seems to be getting in close with J-Mo once again, signing he and Moreno up for a tag team tournament that Moreno was not even aware of until last week. Anselm means well, but I wonder if J-Mo appreciates how forward he’s been with all of this…

Jimmy Yates: Well Gryffin and J-Mo are great friends, so I’m sure they’ll work all that out, but for now let’s focus on the task at hand, let’s take it to the ring and transition into this MONSTROUS main event.

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell, there’s ANOTHER high impact move from The Pale Rider! I swear it’s been ALL Issac since that bell rang, Moreno’s been getting thrown around that ring like a rag doll!

Jimmy Yates: J-Mo hasn’t even made it out of the starting gate yet, and that REALLY worries me. We questioned how Issac’s state of mind would affect his performance here tonight, and based on what we’ve seen so far, I’d say Issac’s mentality is HELPING him to dissect the World Champ.

Bryan Harris: I’ll admit, I thought Entragian’s issues would deter him here tonight, but I’m happy to admit I was wrong, that white devil has kicked it up into a brand new gear, hope you like the moniker “transitional champion” Moreno!

The Pale Rider moves in on J-Mo, his eyes brimming with internal torments as he circles his old enemy.

Justin stirs, sensing Entragian’s approach, and just as Issac moves in J-Mo plants his hands and fires back with both feet, delivering a blind mule kick to Issac’s midsection.

The monster staggers back, and Moreno is quick to gain a vertical base, and once on his feet he grabs Issac’s head and leaps into the air in an attempt to hit a tornado DDT, but with J-Mo’s body still rotating in the air---Issac sets his feet, and grabbing J-Mo under the knees he SLAMS Moreno’s body into the canvas with a variation of the Alabama Slam.

Moreno’s landing is high angle and violent, his shoulders and the back of his skull meeting the mat with a hollow crack. The World Champion squirms after the impact, his eyes dazed and misty.

Bryan Harris: Perfectly timed counter on the part of Entragian, using his strength advantage well there and not allowing momentum to take him down.

Alan Ducard: The World Champion landed HARD, and a move like that will jar a man to his very core, so I can only imagine the pain Moreno is in right now.

Moreno starts to crawl towards the bottom rope, trying desperately to gain his bearings, but Entragian gives him no breathing room, the monster immediately steps up to the middle turnbuckle ropes, and diving downward he PISTONS an elbow right in between J-Mo’s shoulder blades, allowing all of his three hundred pound girth to be concentrated into that one fatal blow.

Bryan Harris: Now’s that’s a damned impressive elbow drop! X-Calibur eat your heart out!

Alan Ducard: Wise of Issac to only venture up to the second rope, a man of his size is not always at home on the top turnbuckles, too much room for error up there.

Jimmy Yates: Keep in mind though Alan, Issac can fly with the best of them, his Wings of War clothesline is a devastating maneuver that we’ve seen him perfect over the years here in LEGACY.

Moreno’s face smacks the canvas, his back shivering with muscle spasms after taking that huge hit. Issac meanwhile rises back up to his feet, and slowly he begins to drag the World Champ towards the center of the ring, where he lets his carcass drop. Entragian looks up, scanning the crowd.

His pale white hands move up to his face, and he scrubs at his features, rubbing against the flesh of his face and finally dragging his hands through his hair. His eyes are crazed, his mouth hanging open to display a mouth full of white razorblades.

Alan Ducard: Those are the eyes of a very desperate man, ladies and gentlemen, and god only knows what sort of demented thoughts are circling through his head right now…

Bryan Harris: I’ve seen that look before Alan. It’s the calm before the storm, we’re gonna see the big man bring down the thunder in a second, those boots are gonna fall…

Very slowly, Entragian raises one of his boots up to knee level, and then he FIRES it down into the side of Moreno’s face. J-Mo’s whole body jerks as Issac starts to really find his groove, going on to stomp down on Justin’s hands, his legs, and finally his torso. Moreno draws himself up into the fetal position after having sustained so much blunt trauma to his body, and Issac takes advantage, ending the assault with one last big stomp aimed RIGHT against Justin’s ribcage.

Moreno coughs after this last boot lands against his torso, his face an alarming shade of red, his eyes nearly bulging out of his sockets as he struggles to pull breath back into his chest.

Jimmy Yates: No mercy being shown by Entragian tonight, and I can’t say I’m surprised by that. What I AM surprised about is the fact that Moreno is getting dominated in there; it’s like the exact opposite of LEGACY XV, where for the majority of the match it was Entragian who was getting dominated.

Bryan Harris: Well Issac hates Moreno, isn’t that crystal clear? Of course he’s going to look to do all he can to dissect The Surf City Show-Stealer so that he reclaim HIS World Heavyweight Title.

Alan Ducard: And don’t forget, we were given some insight into where that HATE comes from last week, it seems to me behind all that malice Entragian exudes is one simple human emotion, JEALOUSY. Issac is envious of EVERYTHING Justin has, his family, his strong faith in God, and now the World Title…

Bryan Harris: Can you blame the man, fellas? Issac was born a flawed individual, and in HIS mind, he will always be flawed. How would you like it if it was one of YOU who was born with albinism, and forced to try and grow up with the condition while being shunned by the world at every turn? You’d have psychological issues too if you had to go through that…

Jimmy Yates: Oh poor Issac, I’m sure he’s had it rough, that’s no damn excuse for him to behave the way that he does. The man is a sadist, he gets off on tormenting others, and I’m glad we’re starting to see some chinks in his mental stability, because frankly a crazy bastard like him needs to be strapped up with a straightjacket instead of strapped up with a World Championship, that’s just MY two cents.

Entragian moves in on the downed World Champion, but then quite suddenly, he stops in his tracks. A HAUNTED expression crosses Issac’s face, and his eyes start to roll back towards the whites. He staggers towards the ring ropes, reaching his hands out and grabbing the top rope for stability. The cameras zoom in on The Ivory Terror, and we see that Issac’s mouth is twitching. He appears to be speaking to himself.

The Ivory Terror: No not now, not NOW, I almost have him, it’s almost done, GO AWAY, don’t ruin this. I can fight thisssss, discipline and control…

Entragian’s rant turns into whispered mumblings, and he brings up the heel of his hand, pressing it HARD against the side of his head, as though he’s trying to force the madness from his brain by applying pressure.

Jimmy Yates: What the hell was that? He was about to have another of those damn episodes, I repeat once again, a lunatic like that man does not belong on the active roster, he is ILL for god’s sake.

Alan Ducard: The look of torment that crossed Issac’s face just now was…almost pitiful. That man is a prisoner of his own demented mind, no doubt about it gentlemen. He seems to be getting himself under control now…and he’d better do it quickly, because the World Champion is stirring.

Issac turns around, still recovering from his minor delusion, and J-Mo is RIGHT there. Moreno performs a back handspring, flipping towards Entragian and then lashing out with a HUGE roaring elbow that smashes right up against Issac’s jaw. The monster staggers, and Justin shoots behind him, snatching up one big arm in a stiff hammerlock. Entragian starts to struggle, and just when Moreno feels the tide start to turn, he pushes Entragian forward with all his might, forcing him into the ropes, and as the big man bounces backwards Moreno leans in and BLASTS a forearm shot into his lower back.

Alan Ducard: Now we’re seeing the fire that our World Heavyweight Champion possesses, it’s a controlled frenzy, a mix of velocity and hard-hitting maneuvers; we’re seeing firsthand why this young man is one of the best in the world today!

Jimmy Yates: J-Mo has found his opening, and he’s taking advantage, he knows Issac VERY WELL, and he’s proven in the past that he can hang move for move with that big crazy bastard.

Entragian cringes and falls to one knee, allowing the World Champ just enough time to set his feet and find his aim, and once he has it Justin LEAPS backwards and drills Entragian right in the head with a skull-crushing pele kick. The monster falls forward, but he blocks his fall with his hands, not willing to go ALL the way down. Moreno climbs back up to his feet, and seeing Issac on his hands and his knees, the World Champ takes a few steps back and then DIVES forward, somersaulting through the air before landing with both legs driven right across the spine of The Pale Rider.

Issac finally goes all the way down after this, his face SMACKING the canvas brutally. Moreno wastes no time, rolling his huge nemesis over and hooking a leg.

ONE----NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Entragian throws his shoulder up so damn fast that Moreno’s grip is ripped away and he’s forced to roll a few feet towards the other side of the ring to gain some separation.

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell, after all of that damage Issac took, J-Mo wasn’t even able to get a one count out of that pinfall…

Bryan Harris: I’m not surprised. You boys don’t seem to truly grasp the implications of this match, not only is Issac fighting for that World Title, he’s also fighting for his peace of mind…considering that, he’s going to do everything in his power to survive and come out of this a SANER man.

Jimmy Yates: Hopefully that pele kick knocked some of the demons out of Issac’s head, J-Mo can add “exorcist” to his list of accomplishments now!

Moreno cautiously scrambles up to his feet, and Issac is not far behind, climbing laboriously back up to a vertical base. With Issac’s back to him, J-Mo races forward and dives over the leaning body of The Ivory Terror, grabbing his head in the process before snapping forward and landing in a sitting position on the canvas. Entragian’s head whips back and he cradles his jaw, stumbling to the side in pain.

Alan Ducard: Over the shoulder jawbreaker, and it seems to have found it’s mark, stay on him champ, don’t let the monster breathe!

Sensing that he can turn the tide, J-Mo RUSHES forward, slamming a right hand into Issac’s face. Entragian reels, and then fires back with a right of his own! Justin is rocked back hard, and he responds by leaping forward and blasting a right cross into the monster’s face!

The Pale Rider’s head is flung to the side from the impact, and before J-Mo can capitalize, Issac belts him across the jaw with a HUGE hook punch. Moreno staggers, and Issac fires off again, right hand to the face! J-Mo moves forward, looking to retaliate, but Entragian starts to just TEE OFF on the World Champion, punch after devastating punch, his white knuckles smacking against the champ’s face as though it were a piece of meat.

Jimmy Yates: J-Mo and Issac trading punches in there, it was neck and neck for a minute, but it’s apparent now that that crazed monster is getting the upper hand!

Bryan Harris: Do you HEAR some of those shots? It sounds like Entragian is putting ALL of his weight behind each and every one of them!

Moreno’s body has started to tilt, and to end the assault Issac rears back and PISTONS an uppercut into the shelf of Moreno’s jaw. J-Mo FLIES back from the impact, his back hitting the ropes, and as the momentum causes him to bounce forward, Entragian runs forward a few steps and LEAPS, throwing up a boot that damn near takes Justin’s head off! Moreno is knocked clear out of the ring by the kick, sailing head first over the middle rope and coming to rest painfully on the outside of the ring.

Alan Ducard: BICYCLE KICK! The World Champion got decapitated in there, if he was still in the ring, Entragian would likely get a successful pinfall after a kick with that much force behind it.

Bryan Harris: A thing of beauty fellas, a thing of beauty.

The monster watches from inside the ring, taking pleasure in Justin’s suffering as he squirms and struggles to find a way to his feet on the outside. The official starts his ten count, and somehow, using sheer will, Justin begins to climb up onto the apron, and just as he attempts to enter the ring through the middle rope, Issac SEIZES his head.

The Pale Rider pulls Moreno’s body weight forward so that Justin’s ankles are resting against the middle rope, and then he just holds him there for a moment, cocking his head to the left, and then to the right, his forked tongue slipping out in anticipation of what’s to come.

Issac pauses for a just a moment longer, and then CRACCCKKKKKKK. The monster falls back and DRILLS the World Champion’s skull into the canvas with a VILE elevated DDT. Moreno’s carcass starts to twitch following the impact, his hands reaching up to cradle his head.

Bryan Harris: That was just NASTY! Moreno could have a concussion after that, such an intense method of inflicting pain utilized by that man, that MONSTER known as Issac Entragian…

Alan Ducard: A move like that just screams head trauma, I’m hoping J-Mo can get himself together and find a way to come back from that maneuver.

Entragian looks down at his handiwork with a smile on his face, and then when he’s satisfied that Moreno isn’t getting up anytime soon, he works his way over to the turnbuckles and begins the laborious climb to the top, working very carefully to keep his balance.

Jimmy Yates: Issac has to be thinking Wings of War, and if he hits that, he may very will win this match, that flying clothesline can almost take a man’s head off.

Alan Ducard: BUT LOOK, MORENO IS UP, AND HE IS RACING UP THE BUCKLES TO MEET ISSAC!!!!

Just as Alan makes this declaration, we see that J-Mo has indeed risen, and with a sudden burst of speed he’s followed Entragian up to the top, and he seems to be struggling to lock onto the monster.

Jimmy Yates: Moreno is thinking M-80!!! That’s the move that lead to Entragian’s downfall at LEGACY XV, come on Justin, make lightning strike twice, put the beast out of his misery!!!

Justin struggles ferociously, trying to get the big man in a perfect position for his top rope urinage, but suddenly Entragian spins his body around and LOCKS his right hand around Moreno’s throat. J-Mo gags as his airway is restricted, and before the World Champion has time to react, Issac LEAPS off the buckles, taking Justin with him by the throat, and using all of the force in his body THE PALE RIDER SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS AND SMASHES MORENO INTO THE CANVAS WITH A TOP ROPE CHOKESLAM!!!

Bryan Harris: OH MY GOD! DID YOU SEE THAT??? J-MO HAS TO BE BROKEN IN HALF, ISSAC JUST SAILED OFF THE TOP ROPE AND DRILLED THAT YOUNG MAN INTO THE MAT FROM GOD ONLY KNOWS HOW FAR UP!

Alan Ducard: I hate to say it, but that was a PERFECT counter utilized by Issac, it’s almost as though he KNEW J-Mo might try to go for that M-80, and he had it scouted.

Jimmy Yates: I’ve seen some deadly chokeslams in my day, but I have to admit, that was one of the worst, I just hope the World Champion is still breathing…

Bryan Harris: Issac’s making the cover!! We’re gonna see a NEW CHAMP!!!

Entragian throws all of his weight on top of the gasping Moreno, and HAULS back on a leg, gritting his sharpened teeth together, his eyes SHINY with lust at the prospect of once again becoming World Champ.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR...-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

Just before the referee’s hand can slap the mat a third time, Moreno manages to lift up his foot and place it on the bottom rope. Issac sees this, his eyes bugging out of his head, and he quickly gets up and YANKS Justin rudely to the center of the ring, dropping down once more for the cover.

ONE!!!

TWO!!

THREE-NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

This time J-Mo is able to thrust a weak shoulder up, much to the IRE of The Ivory Terror. Issac rolls away from Justin, landing in a sitting position where he proceeds to rock back and forth, his hands going up to scrub his face and massage his temples, as though Justin’s survival instinct is driving him even further off the deep end.

Alan Ducard: Can you believe the resilience of our World Champion??! The sheer heart of this man, the tremendous ring awareness, he just danced with the devil and came out unscathed! Moreno is STILL alive!

Jimmy Yates: And look at Issac, he looks like he’s about to rip his hair right out of his scalp, he is FLOORED by the fact that Justin was not beaten just now.

Bryan Harris: I don’t like the little chump, but even I’m surprised by this, I thought The Pale Rider had annihilated him for sure, but he’s still in it, and this match continues…

Entragian rolls onto his belly, staring at J-Mo as hatred burns in his throat, his eyes a testament to the madness that lives in his mind. He displays his teeth, and then bounds up to his feet, slapping his own knee as he rises to signal that it’s time to END THIS.

Bryan Harris: No more games boys, no more false finishes, it’s DISEMBOWELER TIME! Justin’s gut is gonna explode against Issac’s kneecap, and we are going to once again call that monochrome mastodon OUR WORLD CHAMPION!

Alan Ducard: Entragian is setting up for it, he’s moving in on Justin, and I don’t even think J-Mo is aware of what’s waiting for him…

J-Mo wheels drunkenly around, and Issac snatches hold of his arm, proceeding to power all of Moreno’s weight up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. The monster takes a step towards the center of the ring, his hands opening, Justin’s carcass resting on his shoulders as though he’s Christ laid out on a cross.

The crowd roars as Issac looks up to the heavens, his pale face bathed in light, he seems almost to SOAK this in, to revel in the illumination, as though he can sense that once this is all over, all will be right in his world again. He strengthens his grip on Justin’s body, preparing to send him on the LONG ride down…

Bryan Harris: HERE IT COMES!! THE AGE OF ENTRAGIAN IS ABOUT TO LIVE AGAIN, I CAN ALMOST TASTE THE DISEMBOWELER!!!

Alan Ducard: Justin’s in a precarious position, he’s showing no signs of being able to counter this, and as much as I hate to say it Bry, I believe you may be right…

Jimmy Yates: WAIT!! WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!?!? IS THAT GRYFFIN ANSELM?!?!?

In a flash, Anselm explodes onto the scene, grabbing J-Mo’s leg and PULLING him off of The Ivory Terror’s shoulders. Before Issac can even turn around Gryffin has rolled J-Mo’s body out of the ring under the bottom rope, and he begins HAULING Justin up the ramp. J-Mo is still half out of it, so he allows himself to be pulled away.

Alan Ducard: What in the bloody hell is Anselm doing? He’s REMOVING Justin Moreno from this match, what’s going through this man’s head?!?!

Klinton Porter begins his ten count, throwing up his hand to signify the numbers.

ONE...!

TWO...!

THREE...!

Meanwhile Entragian is seemingly FROZEN in the middle of the ring, his eyes wide open and locked onto Gryffin and J-Mo as they make their way up the ramp. The monster drops to his knees, the voices in his head all chattering at once, driving him into a state of temporary paralysis.

Bryan Harris: Justin Moreno isn't a champion, he's a COWARD!!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Halfway up the ramp, Moreno realizes what's going on and he breaks away from Gryffin, spinning his tag team partner around and glaring at him.

SIX!

Jimmy Yates: You spoke too soon, Harris!

J-Mo starts to head back towards the ring but Anselm grabs him by the arm.

SEVEN!

Moreno's eyes get huge and he breaks free from Gryffin's grasp yet again and then sprints towards the ring.

EIGHT!

Bryan Harris: I still think he's a coward, but right now he's showing that he's just an idiot!!

Justin dives into the ring underneath the bottom rope, breaking the count, and the fans cheer as they realize the match will continue. As Moreno tries to get back up to his feet, the fans' hopes die out as Justin is broken backwards by a huge bicycle kick. With that move, the agony in Issac's eyes turn back into fire.

Moreno hoisted up off the mat...

Ivory muscles shake and tighten as the champion is lifted...

DISEMBOWELER!!!

MORENO CRUMPLES!!

Issac hooks a single leg as deep as possible, almost kneeing Moreno in the face with his own knee...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE.

Klinton Porter calls for the bell and Entragian gets to his knees.

JOSEPHINA COLBERT: HERE IS YOUR WINNER.... AND NEEEEEEEEEEEW... WOOOORLD CHAMPION......

The crowd's boos are quickly silenced as Issac Entragian throws his arm aside, knocking Klinton Porter away as he tries to raise his hand. Instead of getting to his feet, Entragian's eyes roll back, and his head turns towards Moreno. Issac's tongue flickers, and the long Ivory hand reaches down and grabs the former champion by the neck and starts to stand.

Jimmy Yates: Oh my god, what are we about to witness?!?

Alan Ducard: Issac looks to have gone mad! All the stress of having not been champion, and now he is victorious and he has the cause of all his pain laying before him... Someone had better attend to Justin Moreno quickly, or there won't be anything left of him!

Gryffin rushes around the ring and grabs the World Championship belt and then gets up onto the apron, calling out and getting Issac's attention. Entragian's head snaps around and he sees Gryffin holding the belt, and he slowly moves over towards the edge of the ring. Anselm yells at Issac to leave Moreno alone, yelling something about the belt.

Bryan Harris: Gryffin, idiot, what are you doing?!

Lifting Moreno up above his head, Issac dangles Moreno over the top rope, his eyes going huge and bulging out, and with a flick of the tongue, he releases Moreno, sending him over the top rope...

and he crashes HARD down onto the arena floor below into a heap!!

Alan Ducard: OH MY GOD!!!!

Gryffin tosses the belt over to the other side of the ring, the opposite side from where Moreno was just dropped, and he rushes over to check on the former World Champion. His mind is so focused on J-Mo that doesn't realize that someone has approached him from behind. Something… OBSESSED. Something…BIG. Something…breathing…

Alan Ducard: Gryffin turn around, or better yet, don’t turn around, just run in the opposite direction, get the HELL out of there!

Bryan Harris: That damned fool is not going to like what he sees when he DOES turn around…

Very slowly, Gryffin cranes his head around so that he can look over his shoulder. He stands mere inches away from THE IVORY TERROR, who appears to be full of buzzing insects, every fiber of his being trembles with RAGE, and his eyes are so hot that they look as though they might melt and drip down his cheeks at any moment.

Even a fearless man like Gryffin Anselm is forced to swallow at this sight, and using extreme caution, Gryffin turns around to face Issac, raising his hands in an attempt to buy himself some time to explain his actions. Anselm takes a WISE step backwards, trying to keep his body language neutral.

Gryffin Anselm: Listen to me Issac, I did this to pro-----ACKKKKK!!!

Before Gryff can even finish the sentence, Entragian whips his arm forward and LATCHES it around the throat of Gryffin Anselm, and then he whirls around and CHOKE TOSSES Gryff directly into the edge of the ring apron. Anselm hits back first, gasping from the impact, and IMMEDIATELY Issac is on him, and the fists begin to fly, RIGHTS and LEFTS from the monster, aimed directly at either side of Gryffin’s skull.

Jimmy Yates: GET SOMEONE OUT HERE! THIS SON OF A B*TCH IS GONNA REALLY HURT SOMEONE!

Alan Ducard: Issac has completely snapped! Someone is going to have to PEEL him off of Gryffin, that’s how focused he is on ripping that individual APART!

Entragian just POUNDS and POUNDS, beating and hammering Gryffin’s head with punch after unforgiving punch, Gryffin’s head bouncing from side to side as his body sinks down lower against the ring apron. Issac finally pauses, and he leans down and YANKS Gryffin up to his feet, and then he just CLAWS Anselm’s black t-shirt off, and in an act of pure animalistic fury, he DRAGS the top row of his razor teeth across Anslem’s chest, ripping little bloody trails into Anselm’s flesh.

Gryffin SCREAMS in pain, a rivulet of snot bursting from his nose as the excruciation courses through his entire body.

Alan Ducard: Someone needs to get out here quick or else this could be turning into a scene from a slaughterhouse movie!

Bryan Harris: EAT HIM ALIVE, ISSAC! CARVE THE WORD RESPECT INTO HIS DAMN HIDE!

Jimmy Yates: You’re just as CRAZY AS HIM BRY! That’s a human being, GET SOME HELP OUT HERE NOW, THIS MAN IS GOING TO MURDER SOMEONE!

Entragian SCREAMS right along with Anselm, his emotions reaching a fever pitch. He hauls Gryffin up to his feet and then LIFTS all of his weight into the air with a military press, and turning on his heel he LAUNCHES Gryffin’s body towards one of the turnbuckle posts. Anselm’s ribcage SLAMS into the post, and he falls to the floor with a huge crashing sound, his mouth eliciting little hisses of silent agony.

Alan Ducard: BLIMEY! THAT MAN WEIGHTS NEARLY THREE HUNDRED POUNDS AND ISSAC JUST LIFTED HIM UP OVER HIS HEAD AND THREW HIM LIKE HE WAS A CHILD!!

Jimmy Yates: I’M NOT GOING TO STAND FOR THIS; I’M GOING TO GET SOME HELP OUT HERE…

We hear the sound of Jimmy Yates removing his headset and throwing it on the announce table as he rushes backstage to get help, and meanwhile Issac has changed his course, his erratic steps leading him right over to Josephina Colbert’s ringside area. Issac doesn’t even appear to see Josephina, he just takes hold of her hair and THROWS her to the side like a piece of garbage, and then he picks up the folding chair she was sitting on.

Alan Ducard: Better hurry up JIMMY, this is about to get EVEN WORSE IF THAT’S POSSSIBLE!

Entragian folds the chair up, and then he returns to the other side of the ring, where Gryff is feebly crawling towards the security barrier. Issac GRABS hold of his hair and just begins to DRAG his carcass across the floor, making his way over to the steel steps. Issac rears back and KICKS the top portion of the steps out of his way, and then he DIGS his hands even deeper into Gryffin’s hair and forces his broken body up onto the lower base of the steps.

Entragian looks down at the man who once cost him EVERYTHING, whom he now wants to destroy to keep from ever getting the chance again, and very slowly, he raises the steel chair in his hands, a few strings of frothy saliva spurting out from his mouth as he exhales forcefully.

CRACKKKKKK!!!!!

Issac brings the steel down against Moreno’s spine, then he rears back, and this time he WHIPS the edge of the chair into the back of Anslem’s thigh, stopping him from attempting to get back up. Gryffin starts to convulse, his big frame trembling from the torture that’s being inflicted on him.

CRACKKKK!!!!

Issac HAMMERS the chair into the side of Gryffin’s shoulder, and then he FLIPS Gryffin onto his back with his foot, so that the former Diabolik member is now looking up towards the arena lights. Entragian takes hold of both sides of the chair, and DRIVES the edge of it down against Gryffin’s chest, right against the teeth marks he made just moments before. Once the chair lands, he GRINDS it against that wound, relishing in the little sounds that are escaping Gryffin’s weakening body.

Alan Ducard: He’s killing him! This isn’t right; this is just REPULSIVE to watch…

At that very moment, Jimmy Yates emerges from the back making broad hand gestures, and behind him thankfully an army of LEGACY officials rush out from behind the curtains. Issac doesn't see them coming before they reach him, and in a fit of rage, Issac swings the chair, barely catching referee Leonard Nolan on the shoulder, dropping him to the arena floor nevertheless.

Alan Ducard: Now he's gone WAY too far, he just hit Nolan!

The rest of the referees stay back but start pleading with Issac Entragian, and he takes a step towards them, swinging the chair again. Security guards and more LEGACY officials then FLOOD the scene, creating a human wall that blocks Issac from Gryffin, and the EMTS begin to hover over Anselm and do their work. Issac just backs off slowly, and once he’s about ten feet away, he unfolds the bloody chair and he SITS on it. He head begins to tilt until it’s hanging very low, and he starts to rock back and forth, white hair obscuring his features.

Jimmy Yates returns to the broadcast table, placing his headset back around his ears.

Alan Ducard: Thank god you got them out here when you did Jimmy, this could have been MUCH worse, but I fear already that the damage has been done…

Jimmy Yates: I just hope that Gryffin Anselm and Justin Moreno are able to recover from this horrible assault, and would you look at Entragian now? Sitting on the chair that he beat the hell out of Gryffin with, rocking back and forth and just as docile as can be, this guy isn’t just a freak on the outside, it seems that on the inside he’s even MORE freakish…

Bryan Harris: I’d say Anselm learned his damn lesson, you might call me harsh, but at least I’m honest!

Alan Ducard: And what of Justin Moreno in all of this? It would seem that with Gryffin Anselm taking the last of the assault, we've almost forgotten about the former World Champion, who was basically chokeslammed from inside the ring to the arena floor, and he did NOT land well.

Jimmy Yates: I believe that when the EMTs get all set up and are able to take both Gryffin and Moreno away, there's the chance that neither one of them will be back for a while.

Alan Ducard: You'd have to think that as the LEGACY front office deals with this, there's going to be some ramifications for Issac Entragian.

Bryan Harris: Well that sucks for LEGACY, because if you remember, he DID win this match, he IS the NEW World Champion... so one way or another he will be dealt with. World Champions don't just leave organizations.

Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentlemen, it is HAVOC everywhere we look here in Norfolk tonight, thank you for joining us, and GOODNIGHT!

The camera angles switch between Gryffin being treated by EMTS, Entragian rocking back and forth with his hands clasped between his knees, and the broken former World Champion.

The screen flickers, and then we cut backstage to a handicam which is following Rob Belote and several other individuals. They're moving along quickly and are already in the parking area.

Rob Belote: Nope, I agree with you fully. That's the best - and only - course of action.

He looks to the side and is handed something in a burgundy velvet bag.

Rob Belote: This is it? How'd we get it?

Something inaudible off camera.

Rob Belote: Good thinking, you read my mind.

Rob turns his attention to someone else as he gets to the car where the back door is opened, waiting for him.

Rob Belote: So it's official...

Rob turns to the camera.

Rob Belote: Make sure this announcement gets added to the end of the STRIFE broadcast. The World Championship is now vacant. We've stripped Issac Entragian for the acts of post-match violence he showed here tonight. The belt will be in safe-keeping until Glimmer of Hope, and instead of the winner of the Co-Op Challenge just becoming number one contender... they'll be the new World Champion.

After getting a signal from someone off-camera, Rob hops into the car and the door is closed behind him. A moment later the tires squeal a little bit and the vehicle drives off.