Alan Ducard: If one of them has a really good showing tonight they might even impress the front office enough to get on one of the teams for the Co-op Challenge.

Bryan Harris: Coke and Big Willy Style need to focus on their match tonight and not their hopes and aspirations of tommorrow or their might not be a tomorrow for them.

Cocoa Cola Rua has a background in mixed martial arts so it will be interesting to see hwo that plays into the match, Willenium has been wrestling for awhile, but is he ready for Rua's mixture of styles.

Alan Ducard: Let's go to the match and see how it all unfolded.

Start of Match Footage

The opening moments of the debut see the rookie Coca Cola Rua showcasing his MMA background throwings a series of kicks at The Willenium. Trey Willet does his best to block these blows and takes Rua off his feet with a leg sweep. The Willenium rolld Rua over lifts up one leg and slams it knee first into the mat. Willet hops up to the second turnbuckles and as Rua get s to his feet Willet jumps off the turnbuckle and drives Rua into the mat face first with a flying bulldog. The Willenium goes for the cover but only gets a two count before Rua kicks out.

Willet pulls Rua up and whips him into the ropes off the rebound Cocoa Cola Rua leap frogs over Willet. He stops dead in his tracks spins Willet around and leaps up sending a knee right into his jaw. The Willenium stumbles backwards and Rua rushes at his with a thrust kick, but Trey catches the leg spins Rua around and hits a backdrop suplex.

Flash Forward

The Willenium charges Cocoa Cola Rua in the corner thrusting his shoulder into Rua's gut. He pulls Rua out of the corner and slams him to the mat with a spinning sidewalk slam. He makes a cover but it only gets him a two count. Willet attempts to pull Rua to his feet, but gets an elbow to the get followed by a snap mare to the mat. Rua unleashes a series of kicks to The Willenium's back before locking in a dragon sleeper and turning it into a dragon sleeper suplex shades of the great 1984 winner of the people's choice for best guest star in a weekly drama series Derek Shane. Unfortunately Rua loses his grip and things don't go as expected and Willet slips out of the hold and lands on his feet. Willet levels rua with a standing dropkick.

Flash Forward

The Willenium hits Rua with a scoop slam, and quickly follows up a rolling knee drop to the forehead of Rua.Willet pulls Rua to his feet and whips him into the ropes and rebounds off the other side rushing at The Willenium with a stiff clothesline, but Rua dodges at the last moment grabbing the arm and jumping up wrapping one leg around Trey's neck and the other across his chest forcing him hard to the mat. The Brazilian looks out into the crowd and starts barking out.

"Who? Who? Who? RUA!!!"

Rua locks in MMA style arm bar with the intention of making The Willenium submit or suffer a broken arm. The ref asks Trey if he wants to surrender, but he shakes his head no as he tries to fight through the pain. Rua pulls back on the arm and Willet lets out a scream and smashes the mat hard with his free fist, the ref looks to see if Willet is going to tap but he only pounds the mat once. Willet is only inces fromt eh rope and tries to scoot closer for a rope break. Rua realizes this and yanks back hard on the arm one more time and Willet lets out another scream, but is able to hook his foot under the bottom rope and the ref forces Rua to break the hold.

Rua gets to his feet while Willet instinctively grabs his arm and shoulder. He starts to get to his feet, but Rua yanks him up quickly by the bad arm and whips him into the ropes. Willet ducks a clothesline from Rua rebounds off the other side and dives through the air with a cross body block. Unfortunately for the Willenium catches him right out of the air and spins him upside down nailing a vicious shoulder breaker and slamming him to the mat. Rua hooks the leg and makes the cover and three seconds later the raise raises his arm as the victor in his debut match in Legacy. Rua stands and soaks in the cheers of the fans in his opening bout victory before making his way to the back.

TMB: Sometimes I just has to laugh. Heh, it seems no matter how hard people try to prove you wrong, they end up proving you right.

Black grins and waves the camera over. Even though he is very calm and relaxed, you can see the bruises from his war with Garvin. TMB pulls the hoodie he is wearing over his face and signals for the crew to follow him. Slowly, the crew follows him through the dark hallway.

TMB: So this is how you wanted to defeat the “Warrior”, Frankie? Heh and here I thought that you would be able to do it all by yourself. But, in the end I was right, Garvin. In the end, you are nothing more than a shell of yourself and needed help to get the belt off of me and get the win. If this is what you needed to do to quiet those voices then by all means, enjoy. But when you are really ready to become champion. When you are really ready to beat “The Warrior”, I’ll be here.

TMB opens his arms to show that he will be at every show waiting. He runs his fingers over his bruises…remembering the man who cause his current state.

TMB: Now onto Chris Turner. I get it…you want some of the spotlight, right? You wanted to get a big pop for interfering in a match with one of the best wrestlers on the roster. Congrats, you did what you needed to. Problem is, you screwed yourself out of what would be a great chance for you. You could of either let me do what I do as champion and win the match or you could of attacked Garvin. You would of earned yourself a shot at the No Limit championship. But I guess that is too much thinking for you to do, right? Heh, another piece of trash that is begging to get put out on the curb. Now I know what you are thinking…that I’m going to rush down to the ring during your match and cause you to lose. Another retarded thought from your head. I won’t interfere in your match, because I want you to become F/X Network Champion. Because then, when I am booked against you…it will be for a the title. You see what I like to do is think ahead. So you go out there and you give it that good ol’ college try. Pull out all the stops and make me proud…go and win me another title, Chris… And I want you to enjoy…before I rip it from your hands....

He stands in a darkened corner of yet another featureless locker room, his gaze locked on a full-length mirror that hangs on the wall. One of his arms rests against the wall for support, and his forehead is pressed against his arm. His cold green eyes regard all that he is, and all that he is not…

Suddenly spider web cracks erupt all over the surface of the mirror, and his reflection winks at him. It’s tongue flicks out, and it proceeds to open it’s mouth dramatically, displaying razor sharp teeth. It pauses for a moment, and then it CHOMPS down on it’s tongue, severing the muscular tissue and causing a gout of blood to pour out of the reflection’s mouth. Despite all this, the reflection still smiles, even as it’s tongue falls to the floor with a wet plop.

Entragian closes his eyes, SQUEEZING them shut, and when his eyelids flutter open the vision is gone. Just another hallucination, just another glimpse into the madness of his troubled heart. They’ve become so frequent that he sees them as just another part of himself now, a part that grows stronger each day.

His knuckles are still stained red, bruised and black after nearly beating the life from Gryffin Anselm’s body last week. Or was it last month, or last night? He can’t remember; it’s all just a red cloud in his mind, with flickers of the carnage he inflicted at the Supercard, and the fleeting image of the World Title as it vanishes before his eyes like a puff of smoke.

He hadn’t even bothered to wash the blood off; even his hair was streaked with it, red mixed in with the white. After all, what’s the point anymore?

His ears prick as he hears soft footsteps approach from behind, he doesn’t even raise his head or turn around, thinking it’s just another mental torment, just another delusion to skew his already failing equilibrium.

His face seems to ooze out of the darkness behind Issac. It almost seems to hang in the darkness above Issac's shoulder. There is no expression on the face, just scars. The scars of Kenji Yamada. His opaque blue eyes wander to Issac's eyes in the mirror.

Kenji Yamada: You don't look so good, Issac.

Kenji's head tilts slightly towards Issac.

Kenji: Can I ask you a question?

A long dramatic pause, the silence is numbing.

Kenji: Do you like what you see?

Entragian watches Kenji intently through the mirror, making no move to change his position. He realizes that for the moment at least, what he’s seeing is real. The monster once again focuses on his gaunt countenance, taking in his own pallid and nearly demonic visage while contemplating Kenji’s question.

Issac: There was a time when I thought I did, but that illusion has faded away. When I look at myself, I see a product of foul genes, a creature born from a lifetime of old hurts and lost glory.

Entragian swallows, his eyes flickering up to meet Kenji’s again.

Issac: So do I like when I see? No. But I accept what I see, and over the years, I’ve learned to embrace what I am. But I’ll admit, as of late, even accepting what I am has become…difficult.

Kenji's face disappears into the darkness behind Issac.

Kenji: Is it so hard to accept? We're monsters, you and I. It's as simple as that. Did you want to be beautiful? Did you want to be normal? Did you want something better than what you see in the mirror?

Kenji's face slithers out of the darkness and above Issac's opposite shoulder. A slight grin smeared on his face.

Kenji: It's not too late, Issac. It's not too late to be...beautiful.

Issac’s eyebrows raise, the intrigue twinkling in his haunted gaze. His forked tongue slips out to wet his lips, his nostrils flaring.

Issac: Beauty. Glory. Acceptance. I had always thought they were unattainable for individuals like you and I, but I know that’s not entirely true, I have achieved glory, but in other aspects I’ve been left…wanting.

Entragian lets a little hiss of frustrated breath leave his mouth, his eyes veering downward in consideration.

Issac: There’s ugliness in me, Kenji, not just on the outside, but on the inside too. It’s consuming, like grime that covers every inch of what passes for my soul. I don’t know what kind of rabbit hole you want me to crawl into Yamada, but…your words carry weight, and I’m listening.

Kenji's face disappears back into the darkness behind Issac. His voice now echoes behind Issac, like an unknown voice from above.

Kenji: That's the point, Issac. You and I...we're ugly men. We're ugly in every sense of the word. Grotesque. Horrific. Vile. These words describe who and what we are.

Kenji's face seeps out of the darkness next to Issac's ear, his voice a slithering hiss.

Kenji: But Issac, if everyone is ugly...then we're all equally beautiful, aren't we?

A spark seems to birth itself in Entragian’s eyes, and for the first time in weeks, a shark-toothed smile spreads across his face. As the idea circulates in his head, it’s like he’s feeling new blood pumping through his tired veins.

Issac: Yesssss. Why should we yearn for acceptance, why should we envy them? With the tools of destruction we possess, every man and woman on this roster could be humbled, BEFOULED, and dragged through the sewers.

Issac’s hand rises to his head, and no longer does it tremble; now it’s STEADY. He smoothes back his hair, and as he regards his reflection, it’s clear that The Ivory Terror is seeing himself in a new and empowering light.

Issac: We are the tumors that infect LEGACY, and I sense that the time is coming to SPREAD the cancer…

Kenji leans his head back, staring upward towards the darkness. His face barely even visible next to Issac.

Kenji: With any infection, however, we first need a proper...entry wound.

A laugh crackles out of Kenji's throat and without another word...Kenji is gone.

Issac is left there, grinning at himself in the mirror. A whispered phrase escapes his lips, falling from his mouth like a rotten plum.

Issac: …and the world is an open sore…ripe for the picking…

Jimmy Yates: Boyd Saunders defending against Chris Turner in a standard wrestling match... could be a handicap for Turner who loves a more hardcore setting.

Bryan Harris: Hah, good one Yates! Not the first time Chris Turner and the word "Handicapped" have been used together in a sentence.

Jimmy Yates: You're ridiculous, and I didn't mean it like that!

Bryan Harris: Cuz you have the personality of a wet blanket.

Alan Ducard: Children! We have match footage to show the good people

After a "skin of the teeth" kick out by Boyd, Turner "snapped". He ran to the outside and started rooting beneath the ring and eventually reemerged with a giant wrench used to aid in the construction of the ring. The referee jumped to the outside warning Turner that use of the weapon would result in an automatic DQ, and loss of the match. Turner didn't seem to care as he brandished the weapon, and headed for the ropes. Boyd slid, and dropped Turner with a baseball slide dropkick, sending Turner to the floor, and the weapon skittered harmlessly away.

Turner rebounded and managed to hit a series of high impact movies, and surprised the world, and himself when he executed a near flawless inside cradle and almost almost shocked the World, an became the new FX Champ. Turner continued to roll, and was about to attempt a side Russian leg sweep, but Boyd got out of it, and launched him off the ropes and nailed a game changing big boot. One nasty STO later, and Turner was put down for a three count.

A surprising showing, for Turner wrestling wise, who managed to hold his own and nearly finished the match on a couple of occassions, but Big Bad Boyd Saunders walked out of Strife 63 still holding that FX Network Title.

The Outlaw: Oh no you don’t ...

The Outlaw picks up speed as he starts to gain a bit on the ninja, that is until the hall starts to narrow with boxes and chairs stacked up in the hall. The ninja deftly starts using the environment to his advantage, knocking over boxes and chairs, and he grabs a one of the production assistants and throws him into Blade’s path.

The Outlaw is relentless, however, and keeps pursuing the ninja, yelling at him to stop and take an asskicking like a man, but there is no way in hell this attacker now runner is going to stop. The Outlaw chases the ninja through catering and out to the parking area! The Outlaw is finally gaining again as he bursts through the door to the lower level of the garage. Blade puts on the jets, but suddenly he sees the shine of headlights from an oncoming car! The Outlaw slows, but the ninja doesn’t stop as the ninja pushes his hands out to the side and pushes off the oncoming vehicle, avoiding being struck down, and continuing to the exit leaving Blade in the dust. The driver of the car can only look to the exit with a spooked look on his face. The Outlaw glares at the exit with his hands on his hips, catching his breath. With a growl he shakes his head …

The Outlaw: Damn …

Voice: My name is Sunny Rayne. I'm 22 years old and from Jacksonville, Florida.

(A full body shot of Sunny in her attire in an empty ring in an empty arena posing. Arms at her sides with fists clenched. The camera rotates around catching front and back sides. A head toss and a smile on looks to be her expression. Clips of her debut match flash on screen.)

The One Known as Sunny: I graduated from Florida A&M..um..a year ago and began working the wrestling..you know..thing in September.

(Sunny works out with a trainer. Shots of her working on mat submissions then of her using standing submissions. Then a view of her seated with her mask on as she talks to an offscreen interviewer in an empty arena.)

The One Known as Sunny: I've been a wrestling fan since I was..uh..10. I'd always..you know..at recess play around pretending to be the superstars. I..like..imagined how cool..you know..it'd be to get in the ring for real..hehe..but I knew it'd take hard work.

(Clips of Sunny in the empty ring throwing furiously fast martial arts kicks and punches at an invisible opponent. A shot of her and her trainer. Sunny performs an armdrag and follows with a half crab.)

The One Known as Sunny: By my dojo's standards, I am a 2nd degree black belt. I try to..um..bring a mix of styles and stuff to the ring. Sometimes be fast paced, others slow and deliberate. I..hehe..normally start with..you know..new things I've learned. Try some aerial moves or be a submissive specialist for a match. Usually..like..I end up defaulting..you know..back to my karate background and..uh..the wrestling basics.

(Shots of her head as she poses in the ring. A turn of the head to the left. A shot of it angled to the right. She looks to the distance. Some action clips that focus on Sunny's head and mask play between shots of speaking to the cameras. )

The One Known as Sunny: Hehe..well the mask is from my time in Mexico..you know..mostly. In my second match in Florida I sprained my nose. I then had a Mexico tour and stuff. When I arrived..like..I learned of the mask stuff. I had an awesome trainer and..um..learned a ton there. Moves and strategy and that. My trainer..you know..advised I use a special mask. With padding and stuff. After my nose healed I kept wearing it down there..um..and still wear it from..like..respect to that culture and..you know..in memory of how much I learned.

(Shots of her bare feet appear. Followed by clips of martial arts kicks and dropkicks .)

The One Known as Sunny: The barefoot thing is..hehe..simple. From my karate training I'm used to fighting without shoes. I tried training in boots but..you know..didn't feel right and stuff..hehe.

(Shots of various Legacy superstars in action. Loco. Issac. Rawlings. X-Calibur.)

The One Known as Sunny: It's pretty awe-inspiring seeing these guys up close. You..like..you've seen them..uh..on TV for so long. Now I get to say they're co-workers..hehe! It's intimidating you know. They're vets and I'm the newb so..like..you know..be quiet..hehe. Just stay out of their way.

(A clip of Sunny hitting her Hailstorm superkick. Using her Freezing Rain gogoplata. Followed by stand still shots of her in the empty ring. As she speaks the view goes back to her in her seated interview with another smile. Followed by various clips of a high excitement level as she does her howl and various mid-match celebrations. Then one last shot of her in the interview chair.)

The One Known as Sunny: I..uh..know it's not easy. I still need to work..you know..at attacking and how to defend at certain..um..spots. Not to mention working at speaking since my nerves are all over the place..hehe! My excitement every match is legit. It's so exciting..you know..in front of those fans. People say it's a..like..mistake I get so hyper but it's fun! It's all 'woot woot!' I'm lucky to be here. Lucky that Legacy and Mr. Belote see potential in me. I look forward to having a long, fun and successful run here.

Bryan Harris: Despicable? Alan, they're champions. Champions defend their titles no matter what the cost and that's what Loco Martinez and X-Calibur have done. The ends justify the means.

Jimmy Yates: You've gotta be kidding me, how can you even start to defend those two? X-Calibur practically ended his previous partner's career and has been taking shortcuts ever since.

Alan Ducard: Regardless, let's get right into the match.

Jimmy Yates: Those outfits by Profanity and Insanity...these two are just vile human beings. I mean we heard some pretty horrible things from them about TRES BIEN's lifestyle choice this week, but this?

Both Loco Martinez and X-Calibur are wearing hospital masks, latex gloves, and their knee and shoulder pads are all wrapped in clear plastic cellophane. The tag titles are also covered in a thin plastic lining. As Loco and X-Calibur make their way to the ring Maya doesn't even look at them and Shinya looks on in disbelief. The referee checks both X-Calibur and Loco Martinez for any foreign objects, Loco can be heard making a snide remark about foreign objects directed at TRES BIEN. Before the referee goes to check TRES BIEN, Loco offers him a pair of latex gloves. The referee shakes his head before checking on TRES BIEN. The two teams decide on Shinya and Loco Martinez to start the matchup.

Jimmy Yates: Give me a break...this is uncalled for.

Bryan Harris: What's so uncalled for? Better safe than sorry, right?

The referee calls for the bell and as soon as the bell rings...Shinya shoots out of his corner and starts hammering Loco with closed fists! Loco seems startled at the aggression being showed and covers his face. As soon as he does Shinya snaps off a STIFF kick to the back of Loco's knee. Loco crumbles to one knee and Shinya SLAMS his knee right into the jaw of Loco knocking him onto his back!

Alan Ducard: It looks like Shinya was more than ready to take it to Profanity and Insanity after what had been said over the past week and the little intro they had directed at TRES BIEN.

Shinya mounts Loco and RIPS off his hospital mask. Loco looks to be somewhat surprised and Shinya SLAPS the taste right out of Loco's mouth! Shinya with the cover!

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Loco with the kickout!

Loco rolls over onto his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath but Shinya doesn't hesitate a second before punting Loco right in the gut! Loco flips over onto his back holding his stomach, Shinya hits the ropes and runs towards Loco with a senton...but Loco gets the knees up! Shinya bounces off Loco's knees holding his mid-section. Loco rolls over to his corner and makes a much needed tag to X-Calibur.

Jimmy Yates: Loco finally manages to get out of the ring after the flurry of offense by Shinya.

X takes his dear sweet time strolling into the ring and mockingly circles around Shinya. X lightly pushes the sole of his shoe against Shinya's faces and pushes him hard back onto the canvas. X's face twists in disgust as he starts to wipe the bottom of his boot with his latex glove covered hand. X finally focuses back on Shinya who has gotten back to his knees. X casually strolls over to Shinya and winds up for a big punch, but Shinya quickly strikes with a palm thrust right to the gut of X! X stumbles back in surprise as Shinya runs towards him! However, X is quick to grab Shinya and toss him over his head with a release belly to belly suplex! X's eyes are filled with surprise, almost like he was expecting Shinya to just lay down and die.

Alan Ducard: I'm not sure how seriously Profanity and Insanity are taking TRES BIEN here. Let me remind you, folks, the tag team titles and a spot in the next round of the tournament are on the line here, this isn't just some exhibition match that doesn't mean anything. There is a lot at stake here.

Bryan Harris: Let's be serious here, Alan. Loco and X are Hall of Famers, there is no doubt about that. They don't need to take TRES BIEN seriously, they eat cats like this for breakfast. So stop trying to hype up TRES BIEN when we all know the outcome already.

X takes another look at Shinya who is slowly starting to get back to his feet. The crowd starts to cheer louder and louder, urging Shinya on. X sneers and grabs Shinya by the shoulders, but Shinya pushes X off and...SUPER KICK out of nowhere with such impact that it forces the hospital mask off X's face! X drops like a ton of bricks! But Shinya falls backwards seemingly using a burst of adrenaline from the crowd for that desperation move.

Jimmy Yates: A HUGE super kick from Shinya out of desperation but unfortunately he can't capitalize and cover X.

Both X and Shinya are slowly crawling towards their corners, the obviously pro TRES BIEN crowd in a frenzy chanting for Shinya to move just a little faster as X inches ever closer to Loco Martinez. Maya stretches out his hand as far over the top rope as he can and Loco is pleading with X to tag him in, now with a significantly more serious look on his face. Shinya LEAPS out and slaps Maya's outstretched hand! Maya flies over the top rope and sprints to X-Calibur SNAPPING a kick to the side of his head before he can tag Loco in! Maya laboriously drags X-Calibur back to the center of the ring and starts peppering him with kick after kick to the head and rib area. Maya hits the ropes hard and does a complete front-flip leg drop right onto the throat of X! Maya with the cover!

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Kickout by X!

X rolls onto his stomach holding his throat, but Maya doesn't give him any time to recover and rolls him up with an Oklahoma Roll!

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X powers out before three!

Alan Ducard: Profanity and Insanity can't seem to get ANYTHING rolling right now, it really looks like they came into this match thinking that this would be a walk in the park. Like they could make a joke out of TRES BIEN then dominate the match with no challenge from TRES BIEN. But, TRES BIEN came here more than ready to give the Tag Team Champions everything they can handle.

X manages to finally get to his knees as Maya hits the ropes again, but X shoots up off his feet and FLIPS Maya through the air with a devastating clothesline! X clumsily stumbles backwards and tags Loco Martinez in. Loco jumps into the ring and immediately starts putting the boots to Maya. The crowd starts to furiously boo as Loco takes off his latex gloves and throws them down on Maya. Loco drags Maya to his feet and whips him to the ropes, on the rebound Loco flattens Maya with a HUGE bicycle kick right to Maya's jaw! With Maya down Loco heads for the turnbuckle and looks back at Maya, then he jumps up to the top turnbuckle for a split legged moonsault! But Maya rolls out of the way! However, Loco somehow has the capacity to land on his feet behind Maya! Maya slowly gets to his feet and Loco rolls him up and, making sure the ref can't see, grabs hold of the ropes for leverage! Shinya is livid from his corner trying to get the ref's attention!

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Thr...Maya somehow kicks out even with Loco's added leverage!

Jimmy Yates: I have no idea how Maya kicked out there, Loco was trying to cheat a win for Profanity and Insanity like they did last week but it looks like TRES BIEN will not be stopped so easily. Shinya and Maya are showing a TON of heart here tonight.

Bryan Harris: Heart...right. Look at Profanity and Insanity, they have singled out Maya here. I don't care how much heart the kid has. If he can't get back to his corner? We should just call the match right now.

Loco looks up at the referee in disbelieve and yells at him to raise his hand in victory. When the referee refuses to Loco looks around at the booing crowd, then down at Maya, and rears his hand back and looks ready to punch the referee! Out of nowhere Maya rolls up Loco with a small cradle!

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Th...Loco kicks out!

Alan Ducard: Loco looking to take the easy way out of the match and just get out of here with the tag team titles in hand...but some quick acting by Maya keeps this match going and nearly scores what most would consider the upset of the year.

As soon as Loco gets up from the pin he rushes at Maya and slams his elbow into Maya's face. Loco grabs Maya and drags him to his feet throwing him into his corner. Loco knees Maya in the gut before tagging X-Calibur in. X-Calibur grabs Maya by the head and SNAPS him to the mat with a snap suplex. But, X doesn't let go of Maya's head and instead floats over back up to his feet and SNAPS Maya to the mat with a second snap suplex. X floats over one more time and SLAMS Maya to the mat, this time with a brainbuster that rattles Maya's head off the canvas!

Bryan Harris: The big boys have taken control of the match again, the way it should be. I told you they didn't have anything to worry about, but you two were all crying like little girls about how they weren't being serious enough.

Alan Ducard: Maya is still in the ring. Profanity and Insanity are doing an impressive job of forcing Maya, who had got to be completely worn out, in the ring and keeping the fresh Shinya on the outside.

X-Calibur grabs Maya by the head and snaps him into a sitting position with a snap mare and SMASHES his elbow into the back of Maya's head! X wipes a bead of sweat off his face and throws it down on Maya before going for the cover.

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Th...Maya kicks out!

X pulls at his hair for a moment before dragging Maya back up to his feet. X hits the ropes and springboards off the ropes...but before he has a chance to even figure out what he wants to do, Maya CATCHES HIM midair with a lung blower! Maya drapes a hand over X, the crowd is going absolutely nuts!

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Thr...kickout by X!

Jimmy Yates: Oh my...this match just keeps going back and forth! One minute it looks like Profanity and Insanity have it on lock down and the next TRES BIEN are coming out of nowhere with game changing offense!

Bryan Harris: That may be, but how much longer can they keep it up? TRES BIEN pride themselves on being quick and fast, Profanity and Insanity, say what you want, but they've kept TRES BIEN all but grounded for this match, regardless of flow. Plus, Maya is STILL unable to make a tag. How much more of this can the kid really take?

Maya struggles to get back to his feet and starts making his way towards Shinya, X, from the impact of the lung blower, landed almost right next to Loco who he is quick to flail his arm up and tag. Loco stalks behind Maya who is just now getting to his feet. Loco has a horrible grin on his face as he gets down on one knee and looks ready to punch Maya in the groin...

Alan Ducard: Shades of what happened last week and it almost doesn't matter either way. If the referee sees it then they retain the title on DQ and if the referee doesn't see it then this match may as well be over! Maya's only focus right now has got to be on making a tag and getting out of the ring...he can't even realize Loco is right behind him!

As soon as Maya gets back to his feet Shinya SHOUTS something at him and right as Loco moves forward with the punch...Maya BACKFLIPS behind Loco avoiding the contact! Maya dropsaults the back of Loco's head! X rushes into the ring without a tag but Shinya meets him in the middle of the ring and starts tossing punches and kicks at X and they spill to the outside! Maya is down on one knee in front of the downed Loco. He looks like he barely has the energy to stand, the crowd roaring and cheering. With the crowd behind him Maya starts climbing the turnbuckle, looking like he is going to fall off, the crowd wills him on. Maya soars off the top rope with an amazing corkscrew shooting star press!

Jimmy Yates: STARDROP! Maya hits the Stardrop! I have no earthly idea where this kid Maya found the energy to do that...but he got ALL of that!

Maya doesn't even have the energy to hook the leg as he lays collapsed over Loco, Shinya and X are still brawling on the outside!

Bryan Harris: You've got to be kidding me. Get back in there, X! Get the hell back in there! Make the damn save! Kick out! Something! It can't end like this!

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Jimmy Yates: Maya got him! Maya got him! Unbelievable! Unbelievable!

The bell sounds but it can't be heard over the thunderous roar from the crowd as soon as the referees hand came down for the three! X-Calibur looks on in shock as Shinya rushes into the ring.

Josephina Colbert: Here are your winners and the NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWW Legacy Tag Team Champions...TREEEESSSSS BIEEEEEEN!

Alan Ducard: Possibly the upset of the year as the Tag Team Champions, two legends in Loco Martinez and X-Calibur, have been dethroned by young Maya Nakashima and Shinya Nakamura of TRES BIEN. The two kids who wanted to do this the right way even when their opponents tried numerous times to cheat and steal this win from them.

As soon as the referee hands Shinya and Maya the tag team titles they embrace. Shinya climbs a turnbuckle and holds his tag team title up for everyone to see, Maya struggles to get back to the top turnbuckle as well and proudly hold his tag team title high, pointing to all the fans who drove him to finish the match. Both Shinya and Maya roll out of the ring and jump over the barricade to celebrate directly with the fans who all embrace them.

Alan Ducard: There you have it, the culmination of a dream. They wanted to do it the right way and now they have. They're the tag team champions and they never once cheated or robbed the fans of a quality match to get there.

Jimmy Yates: Not to mention knocking those jerks X and Loco down a peg!

Bryan Harris: Yeah, real unbiased. Whatever, one lucky win and suddenly their everyone's hero. Give me a break, they'll probably lose them next week. These two KIDS don't have any staying power. Mark my words.

Alan Ducard: Regardless, we have NEW Tag Team Champions and the fans here in attendance couldn't be happier.

Few Distractions

Alan Ducard: Earlier tonight, following the Network Championship match, our cameras picked up something as the broadcast went elsewhere, and we have that footage now.

Chris stands in the middle of the ring. He looks around confused. He turns to the ref.

Chris Turner: What the hell? Where the hell is he?

Ref: What? Who? Huh?

Chris Turner: Thomas Manchester Black! Where the f*** is he?

He snatches the mic from the ring announcer.

Chris Turner: THOMAS... THOMAS! Where are you? You were supposed to come out here and jump me like a man. What kind of p*ssy Ex No-Limits Champion are you when you make f***ing promise to beat me up and fail at it? I was sitting here waiting for you. I wanted it... And when it didnt happen, it bothered me, and that bother turned to distraction. ASSHOLE! YOU COST ME THE TITLE! If you woulda come out, maybe I would have won the D*mn title. But no... you screwed me! YOU SCREWED ME!!!! WHERE ARE YOU????

He throws the mic down.

Chris Turner: COME ON!

He grabs the ropes and pulls them as he stomps on the ring.

Chris Turner: FINE! I'll find you!

He hops out of the ring, and walks over to a group of kids. He screams at them, they jump out of their seats, and scurry away, afraid. He grabs two of their chairs and walks up the entrance way. As he makes his way to the back, Intern Avery attempts to stop him.

Intern Avery: Chris, Chris, can I have a moment.

Chris Turner: Out of my way shorty before you're the main ingrediant in a chair sandwhich.

Avery moves out of the way.

Chris Turner: THOMAS... THOMAS.... COME OUT COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE!

He smashes one of the chairs against the wall. Patrick Kidd is walking through the halls with a bottle of water, and Turner sees him, and streamlines over to him.

Chris Turner: HEY YOU! You seen that backstabbing piece of crap Thomas Manchester Black?

Patrick Kidd: Nope.

Chris is frustrated and grips onto his chairs.

Chris Turner: If you see him... tell him I'm looking for him, and I'm pissed off!

He storms away from Kidd.

He storms into a locker room. Kenji Yamada looks up and glares with his evil demented eyes at Turner.

Chris Turner: Sorry...

Turner slowly backs out of the room and closes the door. He looks around in frustration.

Chris Turner: Where the hell is he?!?!?! GAH!!!!!

He begins to destroy the chairs against the wall. Soon the chairs fall apart and all he has left is a piece of leg, from one of the chairs.

Chris Turner: D*MN IT!

Welcome Home

The lights extinguish in the Richmond Coliseum and the jumbotron turns on to show a Crow flying across the screen. Once it’s out of view, the name “Cronos Diamante” flashes on the screen in blood.

“Define your meaning of war
To me it's what we do when we're bored
I feel the heat coming out off of the blacktop
And it makes me want it more”

As “You’re going down” by Sick Puppies plays over the Public Address system, a row of red and white fireworks explode at the front of the stage and moments later Cronos Diamante walks out with the lights slowly transitioning from dim to full on.

“Because I'm hyped up, outta control
If it's a fight I'm ready to go
I wouldn't put my money on the other guy
If you know what I know that I know”

Cronos slowly walks toward the ring in black jeans and combat boots, shirt off and tattoo’s on display. With a chorus of boos surrounding him, he takes in a big breath as if to soak up all the negative energy from the crowd.

Alan Ducard: This is definitely a different Cronos Diamante than we’re used to seeing. And he’s changed his theme music.

Jimmy Yates: The change in theme music is probably a message to Mirage.

Bryan Harris: He’s a traitor to the Agents of Destiny. I hope Mirage tears him apart.

Cronos steps through the ropes and calls for a microphone from ringside. Cronos lifts it to his mouth and as he does the “Asshole” chants begin. Cronos simply grins and waits for the chant to die down.

Cronos Diamante: Hello Richmond, Virginia. Had any good shootings lately?

The “asshole” chants begin again and he grins.

Jimmy Yates: He’s really provoking this crowd tonight. If I were him I’d watch what I was saying. Somebody might jump the guard rail.

Alan Ducard: I don’t think we have fans that will try to attack an athlete of his stature.

Cronos Diamante: So who saw that beat on Mirage last Strife? Yeah I’d have to say it was masterful. I know Bryan Harris over there isn’t too happy about it. Oh why Cronos did you turn on Mirage? He helped you win the tag titles. Well let’s not waste any time and get right into it, shall we? I didn’t win those ridiculous World Tag Team Titles for and with Mirage. I won them in spite of him. Let’s face it ladies and gentlemen, the Agents of Destiny were a shell before I joined. Mirage and his two little fan boys were all about doing the same thing over and over again. I don’t blame Osamu and Lucien though. They learned from Mirage. They learned how to be disinterested, lazy, uncreative and redundant.

Alan Ducard: He is definitely not pulling any punches tonight. He’s letting it all hang loose and airing out the dirty laundry.

Jimmy Yates: I have a feeling this is the tip of the iceberg, Alan.

Cronos Diamante: We can date this shit back to AODWF and Shoot Project. Mirage has done nothing but the same things over and over and over again. The most creative thing he’s done since then, and I use the term loosely, is refusing to give back his World Championship to those other guys. But really… how creative is that? Running around with a federations, at the time, defunct Championship is far from impressive. I’ve been around a long time with Marcus and we all keep on referring to him as some sort of diabolical manipulative genius. But really what has he done? He reminds me of that idiot “illusionist” on America’s Got Talent this year. He’s an absolute baddie that does his little tricks so obvious and calls it a “joke” for doing it in the obvious. How is Mirage different from that?

Bryan Harris: He carried you, didn’t he?

Jimmy Yates: If he hears you, he’s probably going to come smack you around. So be quiet.

Bryan Harris: Eat me.

Alan Ducard: Calm down. Both of you.

Cronos Diamante: Well Mirage isn’t wearing a silly hat, cape, and has ridiculous hair but nothing he’s done is any less impressive. All that piece of shit did was weigh the Agents of Destiny down. With him out of the picture and Lucien and Osamu at my disposal, it would have been great. And really… AoD? Come on. I was hesitant to even join him with the obvious rip off of the AoD from AODWF. Flat our ripped off the group he was in not so long ago, granted the name’s are different in that the D’s stand for Democracy and Destiny. Honestly… who the fuck cares? Mirage is a scrub. And I honestly have a question to pose to the oh so ingenious one.

Jimmy Yates: This ought to be good.

Cronos Diamante: When you are all alone with no one watching, no one listening, no one caring, what do you think about, Marcus? Do you think about the things you should have done but didn't? Do you dwell on the past and wonder what would have happened should you have done something else? Should you have not been a lazy, disinterested cunt? Should you have moved right past all this redundant bullshit and tried something new and fresh? Marcus… I really want to know if you’re surrounded by your thoughts and fears of being, nah I’ll stop with that. Hell… who do you have pictures of in the industry that’s kept you around for so long? The harsh reality is I came in like a harsh piece of reality with a hammer and slammed it down on your pathetic fragile glass house. I did what I did because I’m sick of your pathetic message. The way you perceive yourself you mental midget is very different form the way everyone else perceives you and no matter how many times you tell yourself you’re a master at mind games, we’ve stopped buying that weak ass shit.

Alan Ducard: Wow. He is verbally decimating Mirage to a degree I have never seen before. I wonder…

Jimmy Yates: Look. The jumbotron.

The jumbotron turns on and there sits Mirage, in his home, staring down to the ring. Cronos stares up at him with a grin on his face.

Cronos Diamante: I wondered when you’d show up. I was beginning to think you weren’t going to.

Mirage: Cronos…

Mirage stops as Cronos pulls out a Nextel cell phone from his pocket and clicks it. The beep sound isn’t only heard from the microphone but is heard from somewhere off screen at Mirage’s own home.

Cronos Diamante: End him.

Mirage is violently jerked up from his seated position by the one and only Voodoo and his head is facing the camera while Voodoo stares into the camera lense, his dreadlocks covering the grin undoubtedly underneath.

Jimmy Yates: Oh no.

Bryan Harris: This is absolute madness.

Cronos Diamante: Finish that scrub once and for all.

Voodoo hauls off and punches Mirage so hard, he has to keep a firm grasp on his shirt to hold Mirage in place. Mirage coughs up some blood from the wicked punch.

Cronos Diamante: Again!

Voodoo hits him again for the final time with a follow through that send Mirage back into the camera and falling to the floor. The camera falls back showing a very bloodied Mirage with marks from what appears to be rings. Off to his side is a little girl crying with a teddy bear clutched to her. Voodoo sees her and takes off.

Alan Ducard: Oh my God. Is that?

A hand reaches for the camera, as the little girl runs off yelling for help, blood smearing on the camera lens. Mirage's bloody face takes up the entire jumbotron.

"For years I went through a very painstaking effort to separate my professional and my private life."

The camera feed ends and “You’re going down” by Sick Puppies plays as Cronos begins his slow walk to the backstage area with a big grin on his face and a feeling of his mission accomplished.

Tag Team Tournament Semi-Final Match V.I.P. vs DOMINATION

Alan Ducard: Ladies and gentlemen, our second semi-final match in the World Tag Team Title Tournament featured two teams on absolute tears here in LEGACY – the former 2x champions, Domination taking on VIP.

Jimmy Yates: This one had a huge feel to it given the quality of the teams involved, but also the crowd was still buzzing about the incredible title change as Tres Bien upset Profanity and Insanity to win the gold. With these matches being back to back they were watching the development of an intriguing final round match for Glimmer of Hope.

Bryan Harris: Tres Bien had a huge win, no doubt, but this match in my opinion featured the real future of the tag team division – VIP. Ledge and Adam Davis have been on point for the past six months plus, and have an incredible list of accomplishments in that time. So I paid special attention to this one as the action unfolded.

Alan Ducard: Well gents, let’s show the people at home the footage from this big time tag team encounter.

Start of Match Footage

It’s “On to the Next One” and the entire arena erupts in a chorus of hate-filled boos as VIP takes to the ring as an entire group – Davis, Ledge, with the ToV Champion Matthew Dawson in tow now for the second week in a row to keep the numbers even at ringside. Once in the ring, all three of them pose under specially shaped spotlights that spell out VIP just to dig at the crowd a little more pre-fight. They look smug, but ready for the right. As the lights return, “La Batalla De Los Tambores” hits and Domination hits the ring with a real intensity in their steps. They storm the ring and take to the buckles, raising their arms to the crowd before dropping back and conferring in their corner one last time with Trent Logan. As the music dies down a “DOM-IN-ATION” chant breaks out, and continues even as the bell rings, and RAGE and Adam Davis step up to start the match.

RAGE looks to tie up, backing Davis into the buckles, but Adam quickly maneuvers his way out and delivers a series of stiff kicks to the ribs and midsection before connecting with an elbow to the jaw. RAGE stages to the ropes, and Davis tries the Irish whip, but it’s reversed. On the return RAGE goes low, looking for a back body drop, but is kicked in the face. RAGE is knocked back and Davis charges at him, but RAGE catches him up and slams him down with a “Sky High” style sitout spinebuster! RAGE pulls Davis up and sends him to the neutral buckles, and connects with a clothesline. After multiple Nash-style elbow strikes, RAGE scoops and slams Adam out of the corner. When Davis rises, RAGE wraps with the waistlock, looking for a German suplex, but Davis hammers his way out with multiple elbow, and then spins around behind RAGE. Davis then hooks the head and leaps as if going for a bulldog, but instead of lading on the canvas, and pulls RAGE face first down on his knee with a vicious impact. The crowd that had been enjoying the assault on Davis groans as RAGE clutches at his face on the canvas, in no position to stop Davis from pulling RAGE to the VIP corner.

Davis makes the tag and as Ledge enters, he helps Ledge get RAGE up in the torture rack position, and Ledge spins RAGE off into the neckbreaker which is trademark “Second Thought” move, but as RAGE is sent back, Davis drives him down simultaneously with a powerbomb motion to complete a wicked double team combination. Dawson claps on the outside as the crowd jeers the Ledge pinfall attempt. VENOM manages to break up the pin, but Ledge remains in control as he drops multiple elbows on the prone RAGE’s head and neck. As RAGE stands up, Ledge leaps, hooks the neck, and delivers a textbook neckbreaker! Ledge goes for the pin, but RAGE powers his way out of the pin as the fans cheer, willing him to keep fighting. Ledge comes off the ropes, dropping a knee on RAGE’s skull, and then heads for the buckles. Ledge makes the climb, and sizes up RAGE. Ledge flies, looking for a flying clothesline, but RAGE catches him, and heaves him up and drops him on his head with a Death Valley Driver!

The crowd goes crazy with the impact, and RAGE crawls to the DOMINATION corner! The fans cheering him on RAGE makes that last effort and makes the tag to VENOM. Steve “VENOM” O’Reily hits the ring on fire, hammering Ledge and bodyslamming him down. Davis tries to help his partner but is tossed with a belly to belly suplex. Turning back to Ledge, he connects with a kick to the gut, and a moment later he heaves Ledge up and slams him down with The Break Down powerbomb! VENOM quickly makes the cover, but somehow Davis manages to break it up before the three count. The Iceman heads back to his corner having saved the match for VIP, but Ledge is still in trouble as VENOM delivers a backbreaker, and then pulls LEDGE up as if to go for an inverted DDT and there’s a tag. With Ledge exposed, RAGE goes up the buckles and leaps off with an elbow as VENOM hits the inverted DDT – The “Gut Check” hits, but again this only gets two as Davis is there.

RAGE keeps control of Ledge and tosses him with the Irish whip to the buckles. RAGE hammers him in the corner and then hits a snakes eyes on the top buckle. RAGE goes up the buckles, and flies off, connecting with a double axe handle, but during the subsequent pin, Ledge’s foot is on the ropes due to one Matthew Dawson, which draws the ire of the crowd and Trent Logan. RAGE pulls Ledge up, and sends him off on the Irish whip. Ledge ducks a clothesline, and then doubles over RAGE with a big kick. Ledge builds momentum off the ropes and hits a running Fox Trot (Canadian Destroyer/Flip Piledriver)! The crowd gasps at the impact and jeers Ledge as he heads for the buckles, racing with RAGE. Finally, both men make the tag, and VENOM and Davis hits the ring. Davis comes at VENOM with a flurry of strikes, multiple punches and kicks, but finally VENOM manages to hammer him with a big uppercut, and shockingly connects with a gutwrench powerbomb! Davis goes for the pin, but Davis somehow kicks out. VENOM then hoists Davis up, hitting an over the shoulder backbreaker, and then tries to position him into the crucifix. However, The Iceman goes down the back, and then leaps up to the top rope behind VENOM. As VENOM turns, Davis leaps, and SPIKES VENOM on his head with an amazing tornado DDT from the top! Davis goes for the pin, and VENOM kicks out! The crowd is on its feet as VENOM tries to get up and Davis knees him in the jaw, and then leaping up drives him into the canvas with a scissors kick! The Iceman goes for the pin but can only get a two count. Davis then pulls VENOM up, and tries for the Irish whip, but VENOM pulls him into a brutal short arm clothesline! VENOM makes the quick tag to RAGE, and Davis is put up into the vertical suplex position, and is then dropped out into the Orange Crush bomb/neckbreaker combination that Domination debuted upon their return!

RAGE goes for the pin, but upon looking across the ring sees The Highlight of the Night on the ring apron distracting the official! Trent Logan is there almost immediately and he rips Dawson down off the apron. As he does, Ledge hits the ring and ROCKS VENOM with a shining wizard kick, knocking the big man down and out of the ring. On the outside, Dawson CLOCKS Trent with the ToV Championship and rushes towards the Domination corner as RAGE has Davis spotted for his patented “Fury” clothesline. Just as RAGE is about to take off, Dawson notices the referee is distracted getting Ledge back to the VIP corner and he grabs at RAGE’s leg. It’s not enough to take the big man down, but throws off his timing, and he staggers a bit, giving Davis an opening, and he delivers the Cold Shoulder! The crowd groans as Davis puts the lights out and hooks the leg! A three count later and Josephina Colbert begrudgingly announces VIP as the winners! Davis and Ledge are out of the ring quickly, and are joined by Dawson at the ramp, ready to celebrate their huge victory.

*****Back to the Studio *****

Alan Ducard: That was a thrilling tag team encounter, and I think DOMINATION showed that they belong in the discussion about the future of the tag team division as well as VIP with their showing here tonight. VIP took this one, but both teams were impressive.

Bryan Harris: Maybe so Ducard, but right now, DOMINATION are going to have to wait, because VIP were the winners here tonight, they found a way to get the job done, and they go on to challenge Tres Bien at Glimmer of Hope. I can tell you though I’m looking forward to all the members of VIP holding gold.

Jimmy Yates: You are so quick to count out Tres Bien, Bryan – like it or not they are the Champions, and you have to think their win earlier tonight speaks to their abilities.

Bryan Harris: It was a big win Jimbo, but VIP has beaten Family Values, Anselm and Moreno, not to mention AoD and the Flying Avengers in the initial 4 way match up of the tournament – they are HOT and are finding a way to win at each and every turn.

Alan Ducard: Well Bryan, we’ll there’s a reason we actually have the matches, and that’s because anything can happen, and will happen, but the only way you can see what team emerges from the Tag Title Tournament as the victors will be to join us live on Pay Per View for Glimmer of Hope.

Potential Consolation Prize

Looking around very nervously, scratching behind his ear and wincing as if he's got a bit of a headache, Landon Savage stands backstage, his back up against the wall. Out of the corner of his eye something catches his attention, and although he seems more focused now, the nerves don't seem to diminish.

Landon's eyes dart up and he takes a deep breath as a clearly perturbed Loco Martinez storms his way. Landon steps in Loco's path. Loco's eyes narrow... he looks even MORE annoyed... if that's possible.

Landon Savage: Martinez, I know this isn't a good time for you, given what happened out there, but if there can be any sort of positive thing that comes out of all of this, we need to talk. Right now.

Loco Martinez: You think I WANT to talk to you? Or ANYONE... right now? Did you see that shit show out there? Did you watch that absurdity, Landon? So unless this "talk" has the words "immediate Rematch" coming out of your Managelote Mouth? Save it.

Loco goes to brush past Landon, who puts a hand on Loco's shoulder, trying to be "reassuring"... its not working... he speaks, only making it worse.

Landon Savage: I really didn't think the outcome of that match would, you know, go that way...

Loco goes to stops on a dime and whirls around. He hisses.

Loco Martinez: Choose your words wisely. I don't need your f(eep)ing PITY. I don't even need THIS job... so what's to stop me from just dropping you. Curb stomping you into a coma and going on my merry way?

Landon bristles.

Landon Savage: I won't be threatened. You want to curb stomp me? So be it, but seeing as you NOW don't have a match set for Glimmer of Hope... so what you need to do is to enter the raffle.

Loco Martinez: Super... We're playing backstage bingo, now? God this place is a joke... So what are YOU raffling off that I could possibly want??!

Landon Savage: The fifth and final Co-Op Challenge CAPTAIN, Loco. It's being decided by a raffle. You know, those Easter Egg things, a bingo spinner... it's really kind of lame, but I'd think you guys would want to throw your names in. All you have to do is write your name on a slip of paper, put it into an egg and we'll do the rest.

For a moment, Loco looks red dead into the eyes of Landon Savage weighing which path he'd like to go down. Loco lifts his right hand, Landon flinches, but Loco just smirks and gives him a hard pat on the shoulder.

Loco: Lead the way.

Pale Fall-Out

The camera focuses in on the announce table, as all three men begin to chime in on the upcoming Co-Op Challenge.

Bryan Harris: It’s a hellacious match, literally ANYTHING can happen, and Glimmer of Hope is the place where dreams can be realized…IF you can battle your way past armies who have the same dreams as you.

Jimmy Yates: Last year’s Co-Op was star-studded, and you had some of LEGACY’s best rounding out the Captain positions, and I’ve got a feeling that---

Before Jimmy can finish his thought, a WALL of fire explodes forth at the head of the ramp, causing all three announce team members to flinch, and the camera jerkily rotates so that the ramp is in full view.

The crowd reaches a FEVER PITCH of red-hot emotion as “Don’t Fear The Reaper” pours from the arena speakers, the LEGACY Jumbo-Tron starting to flash with images of a pallid face and teeth that have been filed down to razor-tips.

With pounding guitar riffs serenading his arrival, Issac Entragian emerges from the curtains; his face a stony white mask that hides god only knows what kinds of thoughts and emotions. The monster takes a few steps forward, allowing the world to get a GOOD look at him.

Issac is dressed in a form-fitting black t-shirt and a pair of black jeans, and at first it appears as though his hair has been dyed with red streaks, but then we come to realize that his ghostly-white locks are still stained with blood from his brutal assault on Anselm & Moreno at Strife 62.

Jimmy Yates: I truly hope that we have security on stand by, because based on what this inhuman bastard did last week; I don’t think anyone in this arena can feel safe while in his presence.

Bryan Harris: Speak for yourself Jimbo, I’m HAPPY to see the pale prince of pain here tonight, but what bothers me is the fact that the World Heavyweight Championship that he WON last week is clearly absent from his waist.

Alan Ducard: Well for anyone who missed the Supercard broadcast last week, as the show closed we received word from Rob Belote that based on Issac’s shameless acts of brutality following his match with Moreno, The Ivory Terror has been STRIPPED of that World Title. And I’m sure he has some things to say about that subject…

The Pale Rider’s cold, assessing green eyes begin to scan the crowd, his head turning slowly from side to side, his nostrils flaring with indignation. The camera focuses on a few fans, one holding up a sign that reads “THE IVORY TERROR SOLUTION=SHOCK THERAPY” while another young fan waves a sign reading “WHO NEEDS SERIAL KILLERS WHEN YOU’VE GOT ISSAC ENTRAGIAN!”

Entragian reaches up with one snow-white hand, smoothing back his hair while taking in a deep inhalation of oxygen, before raising a mic to his weathered lips.

The Ivory Terror: I suppose I have reason to be satisfied, considering the fact that last week I finally achieved a personal goal that’s been ruminating in my head for months. I ENDED Justin Moreno’s career, after all the mental torment, after such a lengthy struggle, I rise from the battlefield as the sole victor.

This brings a little smirk to Issac’s lips, but it’s short-lived.

The Ivory Terror: And don’t expect to see his lapdog around anytime soon either, it was about f*cking time for someone to stamp out that fleeting memory of The Diabolik, and what better man than me to do so? In any NORMAL scenario, to the victor go the spoils, but apparently…(pause) the opposite is true in my case, and for that reason, I am NOT satisfied…

You can see the anger shimmer under the skin of Issac’s face, like wriggling maggots struggling to get free.

The Ivory Terror: I set out to once again WIN the World Heavyweight Championship, and I did WIN, I blazed through that f*cking finish line in style, but then, based on the fact that I was a little naughty after the match ended, Belote and the rest of the corporate worms decide that I’m not WORTHY of the World Title that I won FAIR & F*CKING SQUARE!

Entragian seems almost to boil from within, and he starts to walk to the ring with mic in hand, while his other hand goes up to massage his temple.

Jimmy Yates: So Entragian considers sending two human beings to the hospital as nothing more than being a little “naughty”? Are you kidding me?

Alan Ducard: Jimmy I would advise that you don’t try to understand the inner workings of that man’s warped mind, if you even make the ATTEMPT you might find yourself heading along the path that leads to a padded room.

Issac continues to walk and talk, his tone becoming more sinister which each step that he takes.

The Ivory Terror: I can’t explain to you people in words how I felt when MY World Title was once again in my possession, although it was a matter of minutes that we were together, in my memories it will always seem like eons. It was like the sweet taste of poison, just a drop on the tongue, and then no more…

Issac slips out his forked tongue, dragging one of his claw-like fingernails along the surface, his eyes rolling up to the whites as he recalls the fleeting moments of his 2nd World Title run.

The Ivory Terror: I leave my treasure in my locker room as I go to stitch up one of my wounds, and I come back only to find a sheet of paper in it’s place. Belote sent his vultures flying into my locker room, and while I was not there to defend it, they STOLE my golden carcass. As a matter of fact, let me read you this document.

Entragian climbs up onto the apron, stepping over the top rope as he enters the ring, and then he removes a sheet of paper from his pocket, unfolding it slowly.

The Ivory Terror: “Effective immediately, you, Issac Entragian, have been penalized for your actions in the aftermath of the main event of Strife 62. By order of Rob Belote, you have been stripped of the World Heavyweight Championship, and the title will now remain vacant until a champion can be named following the Co-Op Challenge. – Signed, The Front…F*CKING…Office.”

Issac begins shredding the paper, flinging the tattered pieces all over the ring, his eyes HOT with the fury-laden madness that’s alive and breeding in his head.

The Ivory Terror: You parasitic people out there in the stands, you LIKE that, don’t you?? Yeah? I’m sure you LOVE the fact that I’ve been cheated of that which is RIGHTFULLY mine. Even the destruction of Justin Moreno can’t make up for this, not even his fall satisfied THE HUNGER that lives in me. So now…I’m left with nothing. I thought maybe tearing off the angel’s wings would make everything RIGHT in my world, but after I laid waste to J-Mo, I felt just as empty and hollow as I was before, because without The World Title…my puzzle will never fit together properly, I can’t ever have my closure…

Entragian’s eyes shimmer with that haunted gaze we’ve come to recognize in the past few weeks, as though his mind is preying on him, eating him from the inside out.

The Ivory Terror: I remain…broken. LEGACY found me distasteful, so she SPAT me out, SOCIETY f*cking spat me out. I’m not fit to carry LEGACY on my back anymore, is THAT it? Well then maybe Kenji is right, maybe it’s time to smear some rot across this company, maybe it’s time to start targeting roster members ONE by f*cking ONE, until I’ve peeled back the flesh of all these false faces, until I’ve shown the world the ugly truth, beneath all of these idolized faces there is nothing but MEAT and BONE---

Before Issac can even finish his sentence, the sounds of “Stranglehold” reverberate throughout the arena, and with the theme comes the arrival of THE ONE MAN RIOT.

Hazard strides steadily to the ring, wearing street clothes. He's attired in dark jeans with black Doc Marten dress boots. A simple grey t-shirt and a black blazer with charcoal pinstripes cover his torso. On his smirking face rest a pair of aviator style shades, rimmed in gold. His hair is pulled back into a neat ponytail. He pauses at the end of the entrance, just before ringside and holds his right hand out, as if awaiting something. After a few moments, a microphone is placed there and he climbs into the ring, leaning in the corner, grinning at Issac as the music fades out.

Alan Ducard: Of all the people to interrupt Issac here, I wouldn't have expected Hazard.

Bryan Harris: What the hell is this guy thinking? Did he see what happened last week?

Jimmy Yates: You're talking about a guy that's gone head to toe with Frank Garvin under extreme circumstances. I'm not sure intimidation is in his vocabulary.

Hazard glances from side to side at the crowd before bringing the microphone up to speak. The look on Issac's face is still one of annoyed disbelief.

The One Man Riot: Issac, I don't think we've met. I'm Hazard. How the hell are you?

Hazard extends a hand to Issac in a mock show of manners, met only with a stare from the Ivory Terror.

OMR: Great, now that that's out of the way, let me explain why I interrupted your little pity party. See, I've been doing this for a while. A dozen years or so, actually. Everywhere I've gone, one way or the other, I've ended up on the top of the heap. Why? Honestly, because I'm tougher than some, smarter than most, and more stubborn than everybody else. I just don't quit.

A smattering of applause goes up from the audience, still unsure of exactly what's happening here.

OMR: I've been in LEGACY for nearly a year now, Mr. In-tray-gee...In-trag...In-trajyuh...for nearly a year now, Issac. Hey, do you mind?

As the fans chuckle at the blatant disrespect being slung Entragian's way, Hazard pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his inside blazer pocket and lights one.

OMR: Now, as I was saying, I've been in LEGACY for nearly a year now, Issac. And boy, have I had my eye on you. It's kind of hard to miss you, you know, all pasty white and desperate for attention. It doesn't hurt that you're pretty damn good at hurting people. Like what you did to Moreno last week. If I can let you in on a little secret, though, I'm not bad at hurting people myself. And do you want to know who I enjoy hurting most?

Hazard takes a long draw from the cigarette, but is careful not to blow the smoke at Issac, instead pushing it out of the corner of his mouth and away from both of them.

Bryan Harris: This is surreal. Is Hazard high? Can we get him drug tested?

Alan Ducard: I don't know if anybody has ever been this relaxed in a ring with Issac Entragian. Neither the crowd nor Issac know quite what to make of it.

OMR: People like you. Bullies. The ones that walk around and pretend to be tough, and think they're what nightmares are made of. You're flesh and bone, just like all those faces you hate so much. Get with the program, lambchop. Pay attention, because I'm about to spell it out for you.

Hazard's body language shifts as he tenses and takes another draw from the cigarette, this time taking careful aim to blow the smoke directly AT Issac. The crowd pops a little as Hazard moves to within six inches of Issac, invading his personal space to address him. Entragian's eyes narrow down to slits against the smoke, his mouth falling open in a gesture of plain and simple SURPRISE.

OMR: I don't give a f*#$ if your mommy hugged you too much or not enough. I could care less if you had a special uncle. Locked in a closet when you didn't finish your supper? Not my problem. Mad at the world? Get over it. I'm not Moreno, boy. I'm not the saint that you hate so much because you can't be him. No, I'm the goddamn devil you'll learn to fear because you can't compete with me. Save your speeches and your grand displays for somebody that gives a s!%*, because I'm here tonight for two things.

Jimmy Harris: And Hazard gives the censors a workout there.

OMR: My job is to piss you off and break you down. As far as I can see...business is good.

Hazard takes a final puff from his cigarette before extinguishing it on the lapel of Issac, who is simply shocked and seething at this point. With a grin, Hazard calmly turns his back to Issac and exits the ring, tossing the microphone back to whomever it was that handed it to him and heading back up the ramp.

Entragian doesn’t move an inch in the ring; in fact The Pale Rider has been rendered damn near SPEECHLESS. He lifts up a hand, brushing ashes from his collar, his eyes still wide and surprised by Hazard’s unflinching fearlessness.

Jimmy Yates: I’ll tell you one thing right now, Hazard must have balls the size of freaking STEEL WEIGHTS, have you EVER in your life seen Issac Entragian so blatantly disrespected…right to his face??

Alan Ducard: It’s a first for me Jimbo, it’s also a first to see Entragian seemingly at a loss for how to react to this situation, I think the monster is still FLOORED by the fact that Haz would even dare to come out here when Issac’s in such a dangerous mood.

As the cameras zoom in on Entragian, a little smirk touches his lips, and he looks down at his hand as he rubs the ash between his fingertips. He looks up and makes eye contact with Haz as he backs up the ramp, marking The One Man Riot with his gaze.

Bryan Harris: Well based on that little smirk, I’d say on some level, even ENTRAGIAN has to respect how ballsy a move that was.

Jimmy Ducard: I’d say one thing is clear, Hazard is one of the toughest, most courageous dogs in the entire damn LEGACY yard, and he has no qualms about bearing his TEETH at the big bad wolf standing in that ring right now.

Co-Op Captain Qualifier Match Patrick Kidd vs Laura Seton

Jimmy Yates: Up next we have another Captain's Qualifier for the Co-op Challenge at Glimmer of Hope.

Alan Ducard: Both wrestlers are looking for an advantage going into the pay per view, and a win here tonight will give them just that.

Bryan Harris: Getting to choose the two people who will have your back and try to ensure you stay in the match? I'd say that's a hell of an advantage.

Jimmy Yates: Laura Seton is a former Tao of Valor champion in LEGACY, and Patrick Kidd is a former tag champion in numerous promotions.

Bryan Harris: Greyson won't be standing on the apron tonight waitiing for a tag, so Kidd's obviously not going to be too confident.

Alan Ducard: This isn't first Kidd's time to the dance. He's been in huge single matches, and this may be cliche, but this might be one of the most importnant matches he's ever wrestled.

Jimmy Yates: This is first step for both wrestlers in what could lead to the biggest night in their life.

Bryan Harris: Let's go to the footage and see which wrestler will captain his or he rown team at Glimmer of Hope.

Start of Match Footage

Kidd rebounds off the ropes and Laura conencts right between his eyes with a dropkick sending him through the ropes to the outside. Laura doesn't skip a beat as she steps back and runs and dives through the second and top rope and connects with Kidd right as he gets to his feet sending him into the gaurd rail as Madison looks on from a few feet away. Laura is to her feet first and tosses Kidd into the ring. Kidd rolls up to his feet holding his back but doesn't waist any time, as laura rolls into the ring under the bottom rope Kidd gives her a stomp to the back and whips her into the ropes. Kidd goes to follow up with a big boot, but Laura bends backwards matrix style and avoids the blow.. Unfortunately for Laura she turns around and is leveled with a short arm lariat. Kidd goes for a cover as madison yells from the outside cheering Laura on giving her the resolve to kick out at two.

Kidd grabs Lauras arm and twists it before dropping a knee onto the arm sandwiching it between the mat and Kidd's knee. Laura holds her arm close to her chest as Kidd whips her into the ropes as she rebounds Kidd grabs her and lifts her into the air spinning her and slamming her into the mat with a spinning spinebuster shades of the enforcer the great Double A. Kidd runs bounces off the ropes and drops a knee across Laura's head. He goes for a second one, but this time Laura is able to roll out of the way and Kidd slams his knee hard into the mat. Kidd rolls holding his surgically repaired knee. He is slow to his feet and Laura gets to hsi feet at about the same time. They charge forward and lock up in the center of the ring. Laura gets the advantage and goes for a suplex, but Kidd blocks. She gives him an elbow to the gut then lifts him up and hits a snap suplex, but doesn't let go. Laura brings Kidd back up to his feet and goes for a second suplex, but Kidd blocks it again. This time he reverses it and lifts Laura up into the aira letting the blood rush to her head.

Madison looks on from ringside as Kidd hits Laura with the vertical suplex. The crowd buzzes and we see that Loco Martinez has appeared in the crowd standing by the guardrail. Madison walks over to Loco and the two seem to be having a conversation. Kidd pulls Laura to her feet and whips her into the ropes, Kidd is readying for a clothesline, but Laura grabs the ropes to stop herself in her tracks. She notices Loco out of the corner of her eye and starts to climb out of the ring. Kidd doesn't see Loco and grabs Laura and attempts to pull her back into the ring, but Laura hits him with a forearm causing him to stumble back. Laura slides out of the ring and heads towards Loco. Madison sees Laura coming and looks at Loco and slaps him hard across the face. Loco holds his jaw and stumbles back into the crowd. Laura pulls Madison around and they start arguing. Kidd leans over the top rope and yells at Laura to focus. She turns back towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope right between Kidd's legs and rolls him up with a school boy. It only gets her a two count before Kidd kicks out.

Kidd gets to his feet Laura jumps up and goes for the first class hurricanrana, but Kidd catches her his hands around her waist, and then sits out into a face down powerbomb. Kidd rolls Laura over and goes for a pin, he gets a two count before Laura some how gets her foot on the bottom rope. Kidd quickly pulls Laura up by her neck, but she reaches up and grabs Kidd's head and she does a split hitting Kidd with a devestating jawbreaker. Kidd bounces back stumbling backwards into the corner rubbing his jaw. Laura charges in and monkey flips him out of the corner. Laura quickly climbs the ropes and dives off going for a big splash, but Kidd rolls out of the way and Laura slams into the mat. Kidd gets to his feet rolls his neck back and forth to crack it and then looks down at Laura waiting for her to get to her feet. As soon as she starts to rise Kidd runs in with a knee to her jaw and slides around behind her and hits her with the Gallow Drop back to back breaker, Laura bounces up off the back breaker and before she can hit the mat Kidd spins her around and nails the Crimson Tide double arm DDT. Kidd hooks the leg and gets the three count. Laura gets her shoulder off the mat a split second to late as Josephina gets to her feet to anoounce Kidd as the winner and one of the five captains for the co-op challenge. Kidd looks down and grabs Laura by the arm and pulls her to her feet. Laura braces herself not sure what to expect next, but Kidd just gives a nod then turns and slides out of the ring slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way to the back.

Back to the studio

Jimmy Yates: Kidd wins his spot as a captain for the Co-op Challenge later tonight, he also gives Laura a sign of respect as he exits the ring.

Alan Ducard: Later tonight we will find out of his friend and partner the Outlaw Greyson Blade can do the same.

Bryan Harris: You can bet that Kidd's going to be hoping that Blade doesn't win, because he needs a partner he can trust on his team to carry him through the Co-Op!

The Captain's Raffle

Standing at the crank of the big bingo ball spinner, Landon Savage turns the contraption, rattling the spherical objects inside. When he stops, the cage rolls around a couple more times before coming to a halt. With a fairly large grouping of individuals watching on, Landon Savage sighs and opens the cage door, allowing Anastasia Ewing to reach into the cage, extracting a single ball before handing it to Landon Savage.

After looking out over the gathered crowd, Landon Savage pops open the easter egg style ball and allows Anastasia Ewing to extract the small piece of paper. The only female road agent employed by LEGACY unfolds the slip of paper and holds it up. She pauses, looking disbelieving at what the slip says. She looks around feeling like she's being pranked. She finally shrugs and reads it.

Anastasia Ewing: Profanity & Insanity

There's a gasp amongst the crowd and the camera pans over to show Loco Martinez smiling huge and nodding knowingly. There's whispering throughout the group. We hear a few people muttering "Bull" ... and "How's that even POSSIBY?" Loco chuckles to himself and without saying a word walks out of room, happy with the result of the raffle.

The Outlaw: Patrick … or should I say “Captain” … congratulations on the win.

Kidd: Thanks, now it's your turn to show them how it's done. Worse comes to worst I'll do what I can to see that you’re on Team Patrick. You know though I was really looking forward to possibly teaming with Pat Reynolds and Big Jimmy though ...

The Outlaw: Fast Times? I’m sure you were, but I’ve heard rumors they’re already Team Greyson. Seriously though, captainship in Co-Op is a huge honor and a huge opportunity. It’s a guaranteed slot in the match and more people working to fight and see that you get to the end of the match. You’ve got that now, and I want it too. So JT had better bring his A-game tonight because I’m coming at him 100% full steam ahead.

Kidd: The fans and I wouldn't expect any less. I know it seems JT may have turned over a new leaf, but he is looking to prove a point too. We all want that title you just have to show you want it more than he does. Of course that's only the first step, but one step at a time.

With that The Outlaw nods, agreeing with Kidd and he takes a step forward, signaling he’s taking his leave.

The Outlaw: You’re right man, I need to focus on tonight, and as such I’m going let you go get back into street clothes. I’ll see you after the show.

Patrick: Alright man, good luck.

With that Greyson takes his leave do the hall, and Kidd heads for the dressing room. Just as he’s about to open the door, he hears a cry from down the hall. Patrick whirls around just in time to see a kendo stick come crashing into the back of Greyson’s head. It’s him! The ninja rears back again and this time he blasts on off balance Outlaw in the forehead, dropping him to the floor! Patrick yells at the ninja and charges back down the hallway, but as soon as he sees Patrick advance, the ninja bails. Upon reaching Greyson, Patrick goes down to one knee to check on his friend, who is now starting to bleed from a cut on his forehead.

Patrick: Greyson … Greyson you okay?

Greyson sits up slowly with a bit of a growl and touches his hand to his aching head, feeling blood.

Greyson: My head … I think I know who you felt after last show …. dammit …

Patrick: Come on … I’ll help get you to medical to get you stitched up …. I know you aren’t going to let this keep you from fighting, but you need to get this treated before you fight.

Patrick helps get Greyson back to his feet, and then helps him lean on his shoulder …

Greyson: Thank man … I tried to get him earlier tonight. I thought he was gone, but I thought wrong. Tonight is about JT, and you're right I'll be ready to go for the match, but I’m going to get that coward in black … count on it.

With that Family Values heads down the hallway.

The two lock up and Dan Stein gets the initial advantage, but Paul Saunders Jr escapes an armbar, then reverses an irish whip and connects with a clothesline on the return. When Dan Stein gets up he gets back on the offensive with a couple punches but a vertical suplex attempt is blocked and Junior Saunders hits one of his own. Moving quickly, Junior Saunders hits the ropes and does a flip-over neck snapper on Dan Stein. Stein holds his neck and forces himself up off the mat and is grabbed by Saunders who attempts a Muay Thai clinch with knee to the face, but Stein blocks the knee and hits a hooking right blow to the face. Saunders staggers back and Dan charges in, but Saunders stops him with a forearm to the face and then executes an inverted atomic drop, then does a Monkey Flip, sending Stein flying back first into the turnbuckles, causing Dan to hit and then fall to the mat, his head and shoulder hitting first.

Junior Saunders shoves Dan Stein out of the corner and then climbs to the top turnbuckle and hits a Missile Dropkick when Stein gets to his feet. Paul Jr then picks up Dan Stein into the setup for a Side Russian Leg Sweep and hits the "ROTC Drop-Out", by which he shoves Stein forwards into his leaping knee, then plants his feet and throws Stein backwards into a Side Russian Leg Sweep. Paul Jr hooks the legs immediately and scores the pinfall to eliminate Dan Stein.

Gauntlet: Stage 2

After Dan Stein exits the ring, Cade Sydal comes out from the back. As Cade passes Stein on the way to the ring Dan doesn't even acknowledge him. When Sydal gets into the ring, Paul Saunders attacks quickly to try to get the advantage. He starts with a forearm to the face and then connects with a knee to the face from a Muay Thai clinch. Junior whips Cade into the corner and runs in to try to hit a knee to the face but Cade throws his own legs between the top and middle ropes, escaping out onto the apron. Junior Saunders connects with the turnbuckles and staggers back into the middle of the ring. Cade hops up and springboards off the top rope, connecting with a kick to Saunders, knocking him to the mat.

Junior tries to recover as quickly as possible and shoots in grabbing a leg and taking Cade down with a single-leg, but his attempt to put in an ankle lock is blocked by Cade as he kicks Paul in the arm, then the face, then rolls backwards. Both men get to their feet and Cade charges in and hits a leaping knee to the chest. Before Cade can pull it away, though, Paul hooks the leg and whips him up and over with a bridging Fisherman's Suplex for a two-count.

Junior gets to his feet and whips Cade into the ropes, but on the return Cade ducks a clothesline attempt and keeps running. On the second return Cade goes for a leg lariat but Paul Jr. ducks. When Cade tries to get up, Junior hits him with a forearm to the face, then an inverted atomic drop. Saunders goes for a Monkey Flip towards the turnbuckles, but Cade lands one foot on the ground and another on the turnbuckle. Junior charges in as he sees what happened, but Cade slides under a clothesline attempt. Junior turns around as Cade gets to his feet and Sydal kicks Saunders in the gut, then wraps him up and slams him with his pumphandle Michinoku Driver he calls the "Devious Driver".

Hopping back onto the second rope, Cade leaps off and executes the double stomp onto Paul Jr's chest, then follows it right up with a standing shooting star press that only gets a 2 count. Cade brings Saunders up to his feet but gets shoved away, then clotheslined down to the mat as Paul Jr dives at him. Paul grabs Cade by the head before Sydal is able to do anything else to him, but Cade shoves him back a step and then executes the Ninjaguiri out of nowhere and covers Paul Jr for an easy three count.

Gauntlet Stage 3

The former F/X Network Champion Hazard shows up next, looking serious as he gets to the ring. He and Cade Sydal measure each other up and then lock-up. Hazard gets the early advantage by shoving Cade backwards, sending him rolling into the corner. Cade gets to his feet and immediately springs forward, connecting with a surprise spinning heel kick which takes Hazard off his feet.

Sydal tries to get the advantage by helping Hazard up, but he's met with a forearm to the gut, and then he's bum rushed backwards into the corner and Hazard hits with a forearm, then a shoulder to the gut, and then Hazard gets up onto the second turnbuckle with mounted punches.

Keeping a grasp on Cade's head, Hazard takes his opponent out to the middle of the ring and sets up for a swinging neckbreaker, but Sydal reverses into a Northern Lights Suplex. Hazard kicks out at two, and when they both get to their feet, Hazard rushes in for a clothesline, Cade ducks and then Sydal flips upside down and drills Hazard with the Pele kick.

Cade rushes into the ropes and on the return goes for the running shooting star press, but at the last moment Hazard moves out of the way. Both men get up, and Hazard whips Cade into the turnbuckles, runs in and hits a clothesline, then throws Cade into the middle of the ring with a belly-to-belly suplex to complete the Hazardous Combo.

Cade starts to sit up but Hazard rushes in and hits a Shining Wizard, then Hazard picks Sydal up and connects with his FLATSCAN Back drop driver and gets the pinfall to win the match.

Gauntlet Final Stage - Winner Becomes a Co-Op Captain

Crazy Boy rushes to the ring and as soon as the bell rings, Crazy Boy lifts a tired Hazard up onto his shoulders and immediately starts spinning, stopping long enough for the crowd to yell "CRAZY AIRLINES", and after CB yells "DESTINATION?" the crowd yells "SAMOA!!!", and Crazy Boy dives backwards to complete the airplane spin / samoan drop combination. Crazy Boy tries to get right back up, but he starts to stumble, so he drops to the mat and locks in the Crazy Nerve hold on Hazard's shoulder.

Hazard fights back, hammering CB with shots to the head, rocking CB back a bit, then Hazard rolls backwards a little bit, reaches up with his legs and pulls Crazy Boy forward into a pinning predicament. Crazy Boy kicks out after a one count, and when they both get up, Crazy Boy sends Hazard into the corner chest first. Hazard hits, then turns around to face is opponent, and when Crazy Boy moves in Hazard blocks a right hook and then a left hook. Hazard then slams forward with trapping headbutts, rocking Crazy Boy and causing him to stumble backwards down onto the mat.

Crazy Boy stumbles back up to his feet, disoriented, and when he stumbles towards Hazard, the former Network Champion whips him over swift with a powerslam. Hazard picks Crazy Boy back up, but CB responds with a dropkick to the torso. Hazard rolls over and works his way back to his feet. Crazy Boy runs in for a palm strike but Hazard sidesteps and starts running. CB loses his opponent in the confusion and then gets taken down with a running STO. Hazard picks CB up and hits a shoulderbreaker.

Hazard rushes in and goes for the Shining Wizard but Crazy Boy ducks underneath it. Hazard tries to move back in but Crazy Boy dives forward and headbutts him in the chest knocking him over backwards. CB exits out onto the apron and gets to the top rope and when Hazard gets to his feet Crazy Boy connects with his signature Missile Dropkick, then picks Hazard up and hits his Spinning Falcon Arrow Brainbuster, the fans going crazy for the Crazy Slam as Crazy Boy picks up the pinfall victory.

Back to the Studio

Jimmy Yates: And so there you have it, Crazy Boy will have to start interviewing around the locker room to determine which two competitors he'd like to join his team for teh Co-Op Challenge.

Bryan Harris: Can you only imagine the type of interview Crazy Boy would do? This might be the first and last time he ever gets the opportunity, and I shudder to think what some of the questions will be... let alone the crazy team he will compile!

Alan Ducard: As of the end of tonight's show, the five captains will each get the opportunity to start recruiting the other two members of their team, as the front office decided that no teams can be officially compiled before all the captains have been decided.

John Thomas: Hey, Loc. Sorry about what happened earlier with you guys against Tres Bien...

Loco shrugs and continues to walk, muttering a rather half assed,

Loco Martinez: Yeah.

Loco stops something crossing his mind.

Loco Martinez: Yo. JT. If you're looking to DO something in the Co-Op? You want to get some of the band together and guarantee being on the best team ever assembled for ANY Co Op? Give me a call, man. Realize I want that bloodthirsty pussy chasing HEADHUNTER, John Thomas. I want the man that was my right hand, go-to guy while I was being THE Best World Heavyweight Champion this company has ever seen... Not..

Loco sizes up John with almost a hint of disgust.

Loco Martinez: THIS.

Loco goes to walk off, leaving JT looking on clearly pissed.

Landon Savage: Hello?

Nothing.

Landon Savage: Is someone there?

Stephen Rawlings in street clothes, and without any bandages or casts on, steps into the office.

Stephen Rawlings: Hey.

Landon Savage: Stephen? What do you want? I'm busy,

Stephen looks at Landon's empty desk,

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah, it looks it.

He plops down in the wheelchair.

Stephen Rawlings: I have a problem.

Landon responds jokingly.

Landon Savage: You have many problems...

Stephen Rawlings: Haha funny.. I have one in particular.

Landon Savage: I'm listening... But not for much longer, so make it quick.

Stephen Rawlings: I want in the Co- Op challenge. Hell, more than want... I NEED IN...

Landon just laughs.

Landon Savage: Really? Everyone wants into that match this year.

Stephen Rawlings: Yeah, but not everyone is a former World Champion who DESERVES a shot at winning the title again. I belong in that match.

Landon Savage: Stephen, there's no denying your accomplishments, but come on. You have seven lawsuits against us. How do I know you're healthy?

Stephen Rawlings: I am better! I was never hurt to begin with. It was just a ploy....

The front office representative sighs.

Landon Savage: I just don't know Stephen... You could just be saying that. I can't take the risk of you going into the ring before you're ready, getting hurt, and suing us YET again.

Stephen Rawlings: Dude... I HAVE TO BE IN THIS MATCH! I'll do anything!

Landon sits back in his chair, assessing the situation.

Landon Savage: OK.... You drop the lawsuits, AND you sign a contract saying you will never try to sue Legacy for ANYTHING ever again, even after you retire.

Rawlings' eye twitches. This hits him in the gut.

Stephen Rawlings: I... Umm...

Landon Savage: What's more important? The right to sue, or a shot at the title....

Stephen stares Landon down.

Stephen Rawlings: Can I make a stipulation of my own?

Landon Savage: What? What do you want to add?

Stephen Rawlings: Just in case someone cheats me out of the title again, I want a guarantee that I get one World title shot a year for the rest of my time here at Legacy!

Landon Savage: No!

Stephen Rawlings: OH COME ON!

Landon Savage: My offer or nothing.

Stephen Rawlings: Fine.... Fine! I'll take your deal... Who's team can I be on?

Landon Savage: That's not up to me. The deal isn't that you'll be in the match. It's a guarantee that I'll clear you for the match, and that I'll put your name out there to the captains that you are available. You want to be in the match, you're gonna have to convince one of the team captains yourself.

Stephen Rawlings: Son of a- You are a conniving bastard!

Landon Savage: Thank you..

Stephen stares him down.

Stephen Rawlings: FINE!

He gets up and is about to leave, but Landon stops him.

Landon Savage: Stephen? You forgetting something?

Stephen stops.

Landon Savage: We need to shake on our deal.

Stephen Rawlings: God D*mn... It's like making a deal with the F***ing devil.

He storms over to the desk, and quickly shakes Landon's hand.

Stephen Rawlings: There!

He pushes his wheelchair out of the office. Landon just shakes his head, and goes back to watching the monitor.

Voice: If you're indecent, speak now.

A moment later, Smith Cartwright enters the locker room, with Stein barely looking up. Grabbing a folding chair, Cartwright turns it around, sets it up and sits down, looking at Stein.

Smith Cartwright: Tough night out there, eh? I can't even begin to imagine how someone would prepare for a Gauntlet match...

There's no real response from Stein.

Smith Cartwright: But that's not exactly the point, is it? Some of the people in the front office think that maybe these days, Dan Stein is just going through the motions. Maybe you DIDN'T prepare for the Gauntlet Match, because maybe you don't care.

Stein looks up, but there's still no real response.

Smith Cartwright: The way the front office sees it, if you don't care about your matches, then you don't really care about this company... in which case we don't have much need for you.

They both sit in silence for a moment.

Smith Cartwright: But because we're not sure where you're coming from, we're going to give you one last test. Glimmer of Hope? You've got a match. A TITLE match. Against Frank Garvin.

Smith gets up out of his chair.

Smith Cartwright: We figure it like this: either you'll come to the match unprepared and get your head beaten in, at which point you won't be in any shape to book you in future matches... or you'll realize the danger you're in, prepare for the match, surprise yourself with how good you might do in that match, and maybe it'll awaken something in you that'll make you worth a hot damn for this company.

Looking at Stein for a moment, Smith just shakes his head and walks for the door.

Smith Cartwright: You used to be a contender, Stein. You used to BE somebody.

Shaking his head again, Smith then exits. Stein throws the balled up tape against the wall and shakes his head as he looks at the ground.

Jimmy Yates: Three awesome talents, we’ve got Diego De Cardenas, former No Limits Champion, this young man is practically built for success, and on any given night he has the ability to shock the world.

Bryan Harris: Diego is a stallion, no doubt about it, but I don’t think he’s got a chance in hell considering he’s also in there with a TRUE veteran of the game in the form of Cronos Diamante.

Alan Ducard: Cronos seems to be operating in a much higher gear lately, in the wake of The AOD’s destruction, Cronos capitalized on the havoc, lashing out at Marcus Mirage and essentially beating him into the ground. Who knows if we’ll ever see Mirage in LEGACY again, thanks to that devastating assault…

Jimmy Yates: There’s one man we haven’t mentioned yet, and I think it’s because he’s a subject to be avoided, there’s really no way to portray Kenji Yamada in a positive light. He is, simply put, a hideous human being, on the inside AND the outside.

Bryan Harris: He’s the man I call The Original Sociopath, and despite how foul a creature he is, Yamada knows how to make strides. Ever since coming to LEGACY he has been like a negative charge traveling through our electrical lines, he’s the man who basically crippled Stephen Rawlings.

Alan Ducard: That’s right, Rawlings has been wheelchair-bound ever since his match with Kenji, and that comes as no surprise considering the viciousness of his attacker. Kenji is also the reason that Jester Smiles is no longer in LEGACY; he took that world-class athlete out in a matter of seconds, as though it were child’s play…

Bryan Harris: Well lately Yamada has been raving about putrefying LEGACY, he claims that he’ll make the company over in his own image, and spread his ugly influence like a virus. Let’s transition into the footage and see if Kenji manages to infect his adversaries, or will it be Diamante or Diego that come out of this one victorious?

As the bell rings, Diamante and Yamada get things rolling, both men moving to the center of the ring for a stare down. Diamante scoffs, using his long reach to pie-face Yamada. Kenji holds his head down after the blatant disrespect, a snaggle-toothed smile eclipsing his face. Kenji immediately fires up and catches Cronos under the jaw with a throat thrust.

Diamante staggers back, and Kenji moves in quickly, ducking a right hand from Cronos, and proceeding to blast a knee into his midsection. Cronos leans forward after the hit to his abdomen, and Kenji throws one leg over Cronos’s head and latches onto his arm in a snake-like constriction, applying an Octopus Stretch.

Diamante rises up fully vertical, pain shooting through his body as Kenji stays locked on, his foot leaving the canvas. Cronos is reeling, and Diego picks his spot and drives the toe of his boot into Cronos’s stomach, forcing Cronos to drop to his knees while Kenji is still locked onto his arm and controlling his upper body. Diego then takes a step back, and brings his leg up into a high arch, SNAPPING a karate-style kick into Kenji’s temple, effectively ending the Octopus Stretch and causing Kenji to fall to the canvas in a heap.

Cronos starts getting up to his feet, and Diego takes advantage, leaping up and wrapping his legs around Cronos’s head, only to spin his big body down to the mat with a modified hurricanrana. Instead of landing on his back, Diamante’s skull is spiked into the canvas, his neck twisting in at a grotesque angle.

Diego rises up proud of himself, but as he turns around he EATS a yakuza kick to the face courtesy of Kenji Yamada. Diego goes down hard, and Kenji follows him down and begins to piston forearms into Diego’s face. Diego tries to cover up, but his efforts are in vain. Yamada finally relents, standing up, only to snap a kick into Diego’s ribs, forcing him to flop over on his belly.

Yamada then drops down and applies a crossface, getting control of Diego’s left arm while REARING back on his opponents face with all the strength he has in his scarred body. Diego moans in excruciation, his voice muffled by Kenji’s interlocked fingers, and his hand begins to rise, signifying that he may tap.

Before he can submit, Cronos makes his presence known, basically CURB STOMPING the back of Diego’s skull. Diego’s face slams the canvas, his eyes becoming instantly misty. Cronos then yanks Kenji up to his feet, and he begins to just fire kicks into Yamada’s body, driving him back across the mat bit by bit after each strike that lands in the Countdown to Extinction sequence.

Kenji is driven back against the ropes, and he bounces forward slightly while holding his side, and Diamante makes his move, snapping up Kenji’s head and neck in a standing guillotine choke. Cronos applies pressure, his eyes burning with primal fire as he cinches in the hold for maximum torque.

Diego somehow makes it up, and he throws a fist into Cronos’s face, trying to break his hold on Kenji, but Cronos just absorbs it, and Diamante retaliates by leaning in and BLASTING his skull against Diego’s skull with a headbutt, while still maintaining control of the choke on Yamada.

Diego falls backwards against one of the turnbuckle corners, his body slumping downward towards the mat. Meanwhile Kenji continues to struggle, but Cronos drops down to the canvas, grapevining his legs around Yamada’s torso for added leverage.

Kenji face starts to turn an alarming shade of purple, yet he continues to struggle, much like a wolf with it’s paw stuck in a trap, he just refuses to give. Suddenly Diego breaks up the guillotine choke, driving a low dropkick into Kenji’s ribs and effectively knocking him free of Diamante’s grip. Cronos bounds up to his feet, and attempts to take off Diego’s head with a big boot, but Diego catches Cronos’s leg, and then he promptly pops his hips and smashes Cronos into the canvas with a capture suplex.

Diego rises up and turns around after performing the suplex, scanning the ring for Kenji, and he finds him immediately, Yamada is up and he BARRELS a right cross into Diego’s face, knocking him back several feet. Diego recovers, and smacks Kenji across the chest with a knife-edge chop. Yamada stumbles backwards, but then he hops up and bounces off the middle rope, rotating his body in midair and damn near BEHEADING Diego with a springboard clothesline.

With Diego and Diamante both laid out, Kenji descends upon Diego. Yamada snaps up one of Diego’s arms, wrapping it around Diego’s neck, and with his other hand he snatches up Diego’s nearest leg. Kenji Yamada then smiles wickedly, and digging his knee into Diego’s lower back, he starts to PULL back on both the arm around Diego’s throat AND his leg, performing the deadly maneuver known as Onifuusha Storm Lock.

Diego gasps, spittle trickling down his lower lip as he desperately attempts to draw oxygen into his lungs. Kenji pulls back even harder, relishing the anguish he’s inflicting on Diego. Diego bares his teeth, his eyes nearly bulging from his sockets, and just then Diamante BARRELS onto the scene, SPEARING the hell out of both Yamada and Diego as they’re interlocked in the submission maneuver. All three men fall to canvas in a messy heap of human limbs.

Cronos pushes up to his feet first, and he makes a beeline for Diego, pulling the smaller superstar up to his feet. Cronos goes for a throw, but Diego breaks out of Cronos grasp, and then quickly taking hold of Diamante’s head, Diego spins him down to the canvas with a tornado DDT. Diamante is immediately laid out while Diego manages to gain a shaky vertical base.

Suddenly Diego is FLOORED from behind by Yamada, who takes the Mexican superstar down with a running knee to the spine. Diego falls down to his stomach; and Yamada leans down, grabbing him around the waist and then negotiating him into the air while locking up one of Diego’s arms. Kenji holds Diego in this position for a moment, and then he sits out, SPIKING Diego’s skull into the mat with the modified cradle pile driver known as the Onifuusha Storm Driver.

Diego’s body goes completely limp following the impact, and Kenji slithers on top of him, hauling back on a leg for the pin. The referee’s hand slaps the canvas three times, signifying that Kenji Yamada has obtained the VICTORY. The crowd roars with distaste as Kenji rises to his feet, a vile smile tugging at his pitted cheeks now that he knows the night belongs to him.

BACK TO THE STUDIO

Alan Ducard: Bloody hell folks, I’d say that was a fantastic match, so much competition to be had, but in the end a very twisted individual managed to seize the win.

Jimmy Yates: It disgusts me to say this, but that grotesque creature we call Kenji Yamada has now earned himself a Captain position in the Co-Op Challenge.

Bryan Harris: Well lately Kenji has expressed that he wants the opportunity to build an army, and now that he’s achieved Captain status for the Co-Op…he’s well on his way to doing just that.

Jimmy Yates: What kind of team will this deviant put together for the Glimmer of Hope PPV? I can’t answer that folks, but what I can tell you is that I shudder at the very thought…

The Highlight of the Night (HOTN): Look guys you have this one in the bag - and I don't mean just tonight, I mean this entire tournament. Soon ALL of us are going to have gold.

Adam Davis: It is just a matter of time, but I'm looking forward to your last token match too. It's going to be quite the occasion.

HOTN: Once I get that shot, its staying right here with the VIP. It won't be put on the line the next show. It won't be squandered or stolen from us as happened to X-Calibur. I will be the man who wins all of the tokens, AND, makes good on the reward.

Ledge: So who is going to be the next one to step up and ... well, well, well, if it isn't Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

The camera moves from VIP who came to halt to show the Saunders Clan now standing in their path. With Ledge's insult, Paul Jr. steps up a bit and the mammoth Boyd stares down menacingly at the trio. Dawson then steps forward with a bit of a smarmy smile, and addresses Paul Sr.

HOTN: Don't mind Ledge, Colonel, he's just a bit on edge because of what's at stake for VIP here tonight. However, it seems you've made a point of catching up with us, so what is on your mind.

Paul Sr.: Firstly, I wanted to make introductions. You and yours are a strong family, of sorts, and I know our paths would cross eventually. Secondly, given that you seem to be in search of a challenge for the upcoming Glimmer of Hope event, I see no reason why one of my boys could not give you quite the run for your money.

Dawson looks over the three before him, first up at Boyd who looks to his FX Title and then to Dawson's ToV. The Highlight of the night glares back at the giant, but he then looks to Paul Sr. with a smile.

HOTN: Well, I'm glad that someone in LEGACY has the guts to step up to my challenge, but as for which of the Saunders boys will be a part of this landmark match? Well, it won't be Boyd. He's already the FX Champion, and I've been there, done that with Hazard. Plus, I would bet like any good father you'd want all of your sons afforded opportunity. So, it's either Paul Jr. or Harrison ... your choice. I'll defend against either of them.

Boyd Saunders: Why am I not surprised you ducked the big man?

Boyd chuckles as Dawson raises an eyebrow before looking up at Boyd with a “are you serious Jack?” type look and he stares down the big man.

Boyd Saunders: You think you'd have better luck against one of those two? I'd be happy for one of them to take your belt.

Paul Sr.: That's quite enough, Boyd. We didn't come here for you to trash talk Mr. Dawson. He is a champion and we will treat him with the respect he deserves. Now as for my other two sons...

Quickly stepping up next to his father and drawing the attention of V.I.P., Paul Saunders Jr. makes himself known.

Junior Saunders: You want a real challenge? You don't have to look any further than me, Dawson. If you want a match which the fans will remember for years, I'm the one who can do that. All you have to do is admit that you're at peace with the fact that by choosing me, there's a good chance you're choosing to walk out of the pay per view...

Junior puts his fingers in between Dawson's shoulder and the belt, lifting it up just slightly to gauge its weight.

Junior Saunders: ...about thirty pounds lighter.

As Junior smirks at his own snarky comment, his father speaks up.

Paul Saunders Sr.: There are various reasons why I might pick either of my sons, but it appears that Paul Jr., here, might have caught your attention.

Dawson and the rest of VIP leer at Junior for a moment for touching the ToV belt, but then Dawson looks back to Paul Sr. with that same arrogant smile.

HOTN: I’m a fighting Champion, Colonel, something as an astute wrestling professional you can appreciate, and if your boy wants to step up to the Elite? I’ll be more than glad to meet him one-on-one at Glimmer of Hope, but until then … Junior ….

Dawson leans in and gets in Paul the younger’s face a bit, and taps his ToV belt.

HOTN: I know your father has taught you a great deal, but seeing as how you haven’t even sniffed gold here in LEGACY prior to this opportunity, you haven’t earned the right to put your greasy mitts on an Elite Championship. Keep your hands off MY belt.

With that Dawson walks away with VIP in tow, and The Saunders Family watches them go, and the camera settles on Paul Jr. who’s gaze is fixed on the gold walking away from him down the hall.

Diego reaches over and hands the mic to Hector, then goes back to holding his head.

Hector Rodriguez - These guys... we don't even care about them. To us? They are NOTHING. El Chupacabra? We only have our sights set on one team, and after what we saw tonight, it looks like DOMINATION... they're not already reserved in a match at Glimmer of Hope.

With a finger on the side of his nostril, H-Rod clears the snot out of his nose, right onto Kid Lightning's boot.

Hector Rodriguez - Two years ago at the first Glimmer of Hope, we fought Logan's Guns... and now that we're back, we want another shot. Unlike these guys? We got respect for Domination. We know what they can do, and we're just saying that we want another go at it. This? This is just a calling card!

Hector helps Diego up to his feet and the two laugh at the falling Flying Avengers as they walk off.

Hazard flips on the light switch, and with his back still to the room, he removes his black blazer and tosses it onto a nearby bench.

“I borrowed one of your cancer sticks, hope you don’t mind…”

Hazard spins around on his heels, the hairs on the back of his neck bristling up. The One Man Riot’s eyes widen as he takes in the owner of that voice, sitting in a leather recliner in one corner of the room.

The Pale Rider grins from his seated position, leaning backwards with his legs crossed, a cigarette held loosely in one pallid hand. Haz takes a step forward, his weapons of choice held ready at his side in the form of his clenching fists.

The Pale Rider: “I thought we might finish our talk.”

Hazard’s jaw sets, and with ANYTHING but talking on his mind, The One Man Riot runs forward, and Entragian is quick to rise to his feet. Hazard meets him with a stiff knuckle-sandwich, rocking Issac’s head to the side. Before the monster can react, he’s met with Hazard’s left fist, followed by yet another blow aimed right at the bridge of his nose.

Issac takes a step back, simply absorbing the punches while MAINTAINING a smile. Haz is undaunted, he swings in again, hard and fast, but this time Issac SNAPS hold of his wrist, and with his other hand Issac snatches up a handful of Hazard’s hair and proceeds to whip him directly into the wall, Haz’s features smacking up against concrete.

Entragian doesn’t let go of the hair, this time he YANKS it backwards, causing the back of Hazard’s skull to slam against the concrete. Issac finally releases the hair, only for his hand to rise up and latch around Hazard’s throat, pinning him up against the wall.

The One Man Riot gasps, one eye staring out from the cracked lens of his aviators, and with the chokehold still applied, Entragian begins to PISTON closed-fists into Hazard’s abdomen. Hazard begins to cough raggedly as Issac hammers in, and we see a thin line of blood dripping down his cheek from a small cut above his hairline.

Entragian speaks while he continues to lay in the body shots, his teeth mere inches from Hazard’s face, hot breath blasting against The One Man Riot’s pained expression.

The Pale Rider: “I have to admit, you paying me a visit earlier tonight, THAT took balls. That took coconut-sized gonads, and trust me when I tell you that I respect that in a person.”

Entragian FINALLY stops throwing fists, and leaning back a step, he makes a quick forward movement, DRILLING Hazard in the groin with a well-placed knee. Issac relishes the look of agony on Hazard’s face, not letting him fall for a moment. Once he’s satisfied, Entragian just steps to the side, lightly pushing Hazard against the chest and watching as he falls to the floor with both hands traveling up to nurse his groin.

Issac pauses for a moment, bending down to pick up the cigarette he was smoking moments before, which is surprisingly still lit. The Ivory Terror takes a drag, blowing the smoke from his nostrils, and then he kicks Haz’s hands away and PRESSES his boot down against Haz’s groin.

The Pale Rider: “But I have to warn you buck, f*cking with me…will get you castrated.”

Issac applies pressure, twisting his boot to the side while leaning heavily on his right leg, and Hazard responds with a howl, his hands feebly clawing at Entragian’s snake-skin boot.

The monster lets out a little chuckle, and then he slowly removes his boot heel from Hazard’s wounded crotch. Issac then kneels down, plucking Haz’s sunglasses from his face and tossing them indifferently to the side. Hazard’s hazy eyes regard Issac banefully, and Entragian responds by taking a DEEP drag on the cigarette, which he then holds up in front of Hazard’s face.

The Pale Rider: “These things will kill you, ya know…”

Having said that, Issac tilts his head back and blows the smoke up into the air, and then he leans down, grabs a hold of Hazard’s right hand, and snubs the burning cigarette out right against Hazard’s palm. The One Man Riot hisses through his teeth, looking down at the fresh cigarette burn as the pain courses through his nerve endings.

The Pale Rider: “Something to remember me by.”

Issac stands up to his full seven foot height, looking down at Hazard while cracking his neck to the side in a gesture of pure satisfaction. He grins, and then turns around, looking over his shoulder once before exiting through the door.

The Pale Rider: “Thanks for the smoke.”

The camera view then switches to Hazard as he lies shivering on the floor of his locker room, strands of his long hair plastered against his face with blood and sweat. He cradles his wounded hand against his groin, and the feed cuts as he buries his face against his shoulder.

Jimmy Yates: These two have fought multiple times in the past with The Outlaw struggling to solve the riddle of John Thomas, but in their only meeting in LEGACY, The Outlaw prevailed in a hellacious, hard-hitting affair at last year’s Destined for Glory event. Coming into this match I think there was a sense that anything could happen between these two fighters, and I certainly didn’t expect things to go down quite the way they did, especially after what happened earlier in the evening.

Bryan Harris: You mean the ninja attacking The Outlaw and busting him open? That definitely set The Outlaw off before the match, as I heard from backstage accounts that Blade was seething while getting stitched up. With John Thomas’ recent “attitude change” maybe, just maybe The Outlaw’s approach to an “honorable” JT would have been different to that of say now a Loco Martinez or X-Calibur, but I think that went out of the window when the ninja put a chip on The Outlaw’s shoulder.

Alan Ducard: Well Bryan I think the fans are ready to see just what went down, so let’s get to the action, shall we gents?

With the momentary advantage JT moves quickly, spinning to the arm and driving knee after knee down into the arm, moving in to the shoulder with each knee shot. JT quickly rolls over to the crucifix armbar, sending waves of pain through The Outlaw. Blade claws at the canvas in agony, but he continues to fight and finally his struggles pay off as he manages to get his feet to the ropes. JT breaks cleanly, but he continues to attack, coming off the ropes first with a drop kick to the shoulder as Blade tries to stand. The Outlaw drops, and JT again comes off the ropes with a big kick to the skull, sending Greyson back down. JT helps bring Greyson back to a vertical base and he drives multiple elbows into Blade's face, then hooks him with the hammerlock, looking for the hammerlock DDT. Somehow, The Outlaw manages to hook him with one arm and charges, driving him back into the buckles. Once freed, The Outlaw goes to work with a flurry of punches, and then kicks, driving JT down in the corner. Blade wastes little time with JT down, and he then places him on the turnbuckles and hooks him, turning and slamming JT into the canvas with an inverted crucifix powerbomb! Blade makes the cover, but can only get two. Greyson pulls JT up and sends him off with the Irish whip, and on the rebound Blade connects with a wicked clothesline that almost sends JT off doing a 360. Greyson immediately drops for the pine, but much to the disbelief of the fans and The Outlaw himself he only manages a two count. Blade motions "three" to the referee, but the match continues.

Blade again brings JT to a vertical base and boots him in the gut and pulls him into the standing headscissors. Blade pulls JT up for the powerbomb, but JT hammers away at Greyson's face. JT then flips back looking for the hurricanrana. Blade blocks the move and whips JT back up. JT then hammers him in the face again and flips around the shoulders and then tumbles, taking The Outlaw over into the victory roll! Blade is surprised and JT almost gets the three out of the reversal! Blade is the first up out of the pin, but JT takes him down to the canvas again with a drop toe hold. JT comes off the ropes then and drops the knee into the skull, and he continues to do this multiple times before centering himself in front of the downed Outlaw and he lifts Blade up just enough to begin driving knee after knee into Blade shoulder. Blow after blow lands and Greyson instinctively reaches over to clutch his shoulder, but he has little time to do it as JT locks him in a crossface! JT rips and tears at the neck and shoulder, trapping the arm and putting The Outlaw in an extremely perilous position. Blade struggles against the hold, but there seems no chance he's going to break it, and The Outlaw is forced to expend himself to push his body to the ropes and receive a rope break. Once more, JT breaks cleanly, but he quickly strikes again, grabbing The Outlaw in a single arm DDT, driving Blade's head and shoulder area into the canvas. JT goes for the quick pin attempt, but The Outlaw manages to kick out, and its then that JT looks to the buckles. The crowd rises up in the moment realizing as JT turns on the top rope what's about to happen. JT leaps off, looking for the "Not Your Average Moonsault", but at the last moment, he crashes down into Greyson's knees as he brings them up to meet the air born John Thomas!

After JT rolls away, The Outlaw manages to get back to his feet, clutching his shoulder. He rubs it a bit, but is back on the attack as JT tries to get back to his feet. There's a kick and Blade catches JT with a quick Angle Slam, but his can only get two. Blade pulls JT up and he slams him face first into a top turnbuckle again and again, until JT staggers back to Blade who takes him up the buckles. Blade follows and takes him back off the top rope with a huge top rope Outlaw Drop! JT is down, and Blade clutches at his shoulder on the canvas from the impact of the landing. Greyson finally rolls over to JT but only manages to get a two count. Blade pulls JT up and sends him off, on the rebound, JT ducks a clothesline, and as Blade turns, JT kicks him in the gut, and then comes off the ropes with a big knee to the head. With Blade stunned, JT goes to the turnbuckles and grabbing the arm, JT comes off the top rope with a top rope tornado armbreaker! Once again, JT goes to the armbar in the center of the ring. The Outlaw digs down deep fighting the hold to power his way out, trying to limit the damage. However, in escaping, he leaves himself open, and JT locks in the crossface chickenwing! JT cinches on the hold, ripping at the shoulder, and Blade fights is immediately, pushing up and slamming JT back into the buckles. JT's grip finally loosens, but before he's totally shaken, he manages to transition to a sleeper hold! He locks in the holds as Blade struggles, and in the fray, JT clasps at Greyson forehead, and in so doing, reopens the wound suffered from the ninja earlier in the night. The blood begins pouring down The Outlaw's face ... and he snaps. In a surge of strength he pulls JT off his back and slams him to the canvas. He boots JT in the face and pulls him up into the inverted fireman's carry and then slams him down on the knee with a backbreaker.

JT lands with a thud, but Blade isn't done. He tosses JT to the ropes and he flips up and to the outside of the ring and is clotheslined to the floor. The Outlaw follows him out of the ring, and pulls him up, slamming him off the railing and into the ring apron, then head first off the ring steps before sending him back inside the ring. Once there he pulls JT up and into a powerbomb ... slamming him down into a pin, which gets a two count. Not breaking the grip, Greyson pulls him up again, and delivers a second powerbomb into a pin, which again only gets a two count. Finally, Blade pulls him up again, and delivers a third powerbomb ... which again gets a two count! Blade looks down at JT in disbelief as the crowd which is rabidly cheering Greyson's violence, is now also cheering that the match will continue as JT is fighting for all he's worth.

The Outlaw, completely wearing the crimson mask at this point sluggishly pulls a beaten and battered JT to his feet, and lifts him up, and slams him off his shoulders and into the canvas with an F-5! Unfortunately as he spins him off, JT's legs hit the official and he goes down. With JT down in the middle of the ring, Blade looks down at JT, and then down at his hand blood-stained hands. Its then that he exits the ring, and brings a chair back inside the ring with him. The crowd gasps as Blade wields the steel, and pulls JT slowly up to his feet, and positions the still against JT's throat. He lifts JT's head back, about to crush JT's throat and end this, when he finally stops ... allowing the chair to fall from his grasp ... and blasts JT's with a short arm clothesline. Pulling JT up while favoring his shoulder, he sends JT off to the ropes, and catches him up for The Outlaw Drop. Once elevated though, JT adjusts and pulls Blade over into the crucifix pin! A revived official counts two, but Blade rolls out. JT snares him immediately in a small package pin! There's a two count, and Blade reverses into his own for two! JT shifts it back ... and gets the three count! As the bell sounds both men roll away from each other, and the crowd cheers its approval for what they just saw. JT uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, and has his arm raised, and he turns around right into a bloodied monster. JT looks warily at him, until finally The Outlaw extends a blood-soaked hand to shake his. The crowd roars in approval, as the camera then drifts upward away from the scene to the rafters where a shadowy figure in black, the ninja, looks down at the scene below.

****Back to the Studio****

Alan Ducard: That was an amazing main event match gents - most fitting for a LEGACY main event.

Jimmy Yates: I'll say it was Ducard, and it was a HUGE win for John Thomas, now captain in the Co-Op match. The crowd really got on him earlier in the match, and why not, he was fighting The Outlaw, but his guts really showed through for him, and by the end, I think the LEGACY fans really took a liking to him. John Thomas described it as a "New Kind of Awesomeness" in his blog, but to me it almost seems as if "The Durable One" made a return tonight.

Bryan Harris: Well, I'm not sure how "durable" he'd have been if Greyson Blade had made good on using that steel chair. I don't know whether Blade thought JT ripped him open on purpose, or whether the sight of his own blood just set him off, but something snapped for Blade in that ring tonight, and I have to think our resident Ninja had something to do with it.

Jimmy Yates: Well, we saw him, assuming it's not some sort of altering costume - him watching the match from high above. After all the attacks the past few weeks, one has to wonder what his plan and his purpose is in LEGACY, and does it have anything to do with The Outlaw or John Thomas?

Alan Ducard: Well gents, you'll just have to tune in to our next show to find out. The captains are set and the World Title is on the line as the Co-Op match comes straight to your living rooms as a part of Glimmer of Hope ... don't miss it!