Josephina Colbert: Ladies and Gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you the NEW Legacy World Heavyweight Champion....... TYRONE "CRAZY BOY" SMITH!

The crowd EXPLODES at this announcement. The arena lights go completely black and soon after strobe lights begin to shine about. The sounds of "Down and Out" By Tantric hit the PA system and the crowd's intensity goes through the roof. The vanilla scent of theater fog sets in through the entryway and elevated ramp before a figure appears in the syrupy shroud. The figure cuts through the smoke and stops at the top of the ramp, revealing it to be the new LEGACY World Champion, Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith.

Alan Ducard: And there he is!! The NEW World Champion!!

Bryan Harris: Joy…

Jimmy Yates: Oh stop pretending to not care, the entire world saw you clapping for Tyrone when he won the title.

Bryan Harris: WHAT?! That was on camera?! Son of a b-

Alan Ducard: LANGUAGE, Bryan!

Tyrone has a huge smile on his face as he takes the title off of his shoulder and holds it over his head, pyrotechnics exploding in all directions like loose rockets being fired inside of a tin box. A couple of ESPECIALLY loud explosions pop overhead and confetti immediately begins showering the arena. As Crazy Boy looks around and soaks up the deafening cheers, he puts the title back on his shoulder and slowly makes his way down the ramp, giving some of the fans high-fives and quick hugs.

Alan Ducard: Look at him. He's really enjoying this moment. He finally accomplished one of his lifelong dreams and became a World Champion in one of the top federations in the world.

Jimmy Yates: Nobody really gave Tyrone a chance to win the Co-Op Challenge at Glimmer of Hope. NOBODY… and I think that was the extra motivation that he needed to get to the top of the mountain.

Bryan Harris: ... I'm still in shock really. I can't believe someone like HIM has the World Heavyweight Champion. It's a dark day in Legacy, indeed.

Alan Ducard: Can it, Bry. Let the man have his moment of glory.

Tyrone walks the rest of the way down the ramp and approaches the ring. He jumps on the apron and climbs under the middle rope into the ring. Rising to his feet he takes a slow look around and listens to the chants and cheers and undeniable adulation of the capacity crowd. He stands there for a second, letting it all soak in, confetti hitting his body, covering him. He flashes a huge grin on his face and walks over to the ring. Grabbing a microphone, he looks around once more before bringing it up to his face to speak.

Crazy Boy: You know, these past few days I've been wondering if this has been a dream. I was hoping if this WAS a dream that I would never wake up from it. But the day after Glimmer of Hope, when I woke up from my bed and saw the title sitting on the end table, I knew that I have done it. I knew that I had defied all odds and won the LEGACY World Championship.

The crowd cheers as chants of "Cra-Zee Boy! Cra-Zee Boy! Cra-Zee Boy!" start to sound in the arena as Tyrone smiles and continues to speak.

Crazy Boy: I think reality hit when my daughter went to school the next day and she was announcing to her first grade class that her daddy was a World Champion. I still cannot believe all of this. It's truly a surreal moment for me. I stand in front of all of you, finally… in the echelons of Legacy's history.

The crowd explodes once again, continuing the “CRAY-ZEE-BOY” chants from moments ago. Beaming from the amount of respect the audience is showering him with, Crazy Boy paces around the ring, absorbing all of it , wiping some of the confetti off of him.

Crazy Boy: I must say it was a nice touch and a heartfelt moment when a lot of my close personal friends and comrades came out to congratulate me after the big win. It was one of those personal and heartfelt moments that I will never forget in my life.

Crazy Boy listens to the cheers one last time as he holds his hand up, trying to get the crowd to quiet down just a little bit as he stops his pacing and stares with a frown on his face.

Crazy Boy: Despite all the celebrations and festivities and happiness, there was one person throughout the whole thing that tried to bring me down. Someone that couldn't handle being eliminated from the Co-Op Challenge. Someone that cannot stand having the spotlight not being on him and on someone else. If you watched Glimmer of Hope, you all know who I am talking about.

The knee-jerk reaction from some of the audience is booing, while the rest of them listen intently. Crazy Boy almost growls as he says the name of the person that attempted to ruin his festivities.

Crazy Boy: I'm talking about Eryk Van Warren, or X-Calibur to the entire world of wrestling.

You can hear the booing within the crowd growing heavier as Crazy Boy mentions the name plainly. Crazy Boy continues to pace around the ring, but the smile has faded. Tyrone looks like a rabid dog and looks right down the walkway toward the entrance ramp, foaming at the mouth.

Crazy Boy: Eryk couldn't stand the FACT that me and John Thomas outsmarted him and eliminated him from the match, guaranteeing a new champion in LEGACY. I could see the anger in his eyes as he stared right at me. You could tell that he wanted to punch my head off my shoulders right there and then. I was so lost in the moment, I probably wouldn't have been able to stop him at that point in time.

Crazy Boy shakes his head slowly and his smile creeps back, continuing to speak.

Crazy Boy: But now that I have my bearings straight and my focus has returned as World Champion, there is nothing X-Calibur can do to intimidate me or catch me off guard. I'm not saying that he is not talented or a good wrestler, because I would be lying if I said he wasn't. He isn't a tag team champion, a Tao of Valor and a former 2 time LEGACY World Champion for nothing. But I'm going to say this once, and only once…

Crazy Boy has that fire that appears in his eyes when he gets determined and focused as he draws out the next couple of sentences.

Crazy Boy: … I am NOT intimidated by Eryk Van Warren!!

The crowd pops at this, with more “Cray-Zee-Boy!“ chants following.

Crazy Boy: He may think that I am a push-over and not worthy of being in this position, but he has NEVER faced someone in the ring like me. Ask his buddy, Loco Martinez, about me. I'm sure he will deny it, but he knows it as well. If X-Calibur wants a shot at me, all he has to do is come out here and f-

I’VE WATCHED YOU CHANGE….
… INTO A FLY….”

HUGE guitar riff and base oscillations cut off Crazy Boy’s challenge. Thumping drums pulsate through the walls and rafters, shedding light on the fact that it is the dubstep version remixed by CLAW. Some of the audience cheers at the song choice, but as the giant “X” appears on the LEGACY Jumbo Vision, those cheers quickly turn into contemptuous shouts of hatred.

Stepping out from behind the curtains, X slowly walks to the beginning of the stage area with a microphone in hand. He’s adorned in a midnight black suit and a contrasting neon pink shirt with a matching black tie to complete the ensemble. His head is neatly groomed; clean shaven face, short hair messily thrown back for the stylish spike look. He sports a pair of Raybans with a cherry tint in the tempered glass, gazing over the top of his lenses and straight down the elevated ramp way. Chains are clipped to his belt loops, hanging almost all the way to his knees, completing the “professional punk” look. It’s such a transformation from the jeans and t-shirt look he once sported.

Jimmy Yates: What a douche bag. Who the hell buys an expensive pair of sunglasses like that, and needlessly looks OVER them? I mean, what’s the point?!

Bryan Harris: Who cares! It’s X. He’s a bona fide LEGEND who can do whatever the hell he wants, Jimmy. He doesn’t have to dress like a tool bag like you.

Jimmy Yates: Oh right, I’M the tool. Those gaudy chains he’s wearing totally look classy, don’t they?

Bryan Harris: Thanks, Joan.

Alan Ducard: Fellas, would you please?!

Soon the music dies down, and X wastes no time speaking into the mic.

X-Calibur: You are too f(beep)ing STUPID, Ty. Just… too... f(beep)ing stupid.

The audience immediately boos this statement with great indignation. Smirking at the reaction, X just shakes his head as he stands at the top of the elevated ramp way. Snapping his fingers, a light bulb just went off in his head.

X-Calbur: I almost forgot something…

Turning around, X hurriedly backtracks behind the curtain for a second, before reappearing with a folded steel chair in his hands. The crowd doesn’t like this at ALL, and neither does Crazy Boy, who looks pissed that X would bring a chair with him.

Alan Ducard: Uh oh… I’m not liking this one bloody bit.

Jimmy Yates: Me neither…

As everyone hisses at the appearance of the chair, X reaches down and quickly shakes the folded steel chair in a forward pushing motion, allowing gravity and the laws of physics to unfold it for him. Placing it down on the walkway, X-Calibur goes to sit down… but stops. Slowly, he turns his head out at the audience, putting the microphone to his lips. Almost in an eerie whisper..

X-Calibur: You folks don’t mind if I get… comfortable… do you?

The audience boos intensely at his insincerity.

Bryan Harris: See? He just wanted to sit down. You guys are too quick to condemn someone..

Jimmy Yates: I don’t buy it. X is a sinister son of a bitch, and I don’t think for one second he doesn’t intend on eventually using that on someone.

Alan Ducard: Let’s quiet down for a moment, guys. I think things are about to get interesting.

X finally sits down with his elbows resting on the backing of the chair getting “comfortable”.

X-Calibur: As I was saying, dumb shit… you have it all wrong. Like these ingratiating piss ants out here who jump to a conclusion when I merely retrieve a chair to sit on… you’re jumping to conclusions as well. You and the rest of the world saw me get in Crazy Boy’s face at the end of Glimmer of Hope… but that’s not what happened, is it? No… no it’s not, actually.

He pauses, burying his face into his forearm, but continuing to stare straight down the ramp way directly at Crazy Boy. Stifling a laugh, X continues.

X-Calibur: What really happened… is *air quotes* CRAZY BOY … got in MY face. When I came out there, it wasn’t to… try and *more air quotes* intimidate you. It was to get a closer look at the championship in which you FAILED… to WIN… Ty. You hear me, jack-ass? The only reason that my face was inches from YOURS… is because YOU decided to puff your chest like a synthetic superstar and gloat like the classless mid-card mud scamp really you are.

Jimmy Yates: Oh come ON…. You’ve GOT to be kidding me!!

Bryan Harris: SHUSH!

X-Calibur: Now that we have that little bit of business cleared up… let me clear something else up. You, Ty… are NOT the LEGACY World Champion.

The crowd unleashes an unmerciful “BOOOOOOOO!” as X makes this absurd claim.

X-Calibur: What happened was a travesty… a complete injustice served upon the greatest professional wrestler this company has ever had the PLEASURE… yeah I said it… PLEASURE… of seeing. You see, you DIDN‘T eliminate SHIT. Neither did Baby Belote. Wrestling 101, dumb ass: by jumping on top of me while BB was making a pin, you effectively broke it up.

Several “CRAY-ZEE-BOY!” chants break out through out the arena, and X pauses in his words for a few moments. After the chants die down, he continues.

X-Calibur: But here’s the problem… Porter, Nolan, or WHOEVER the hell it was, f(beep)ed up. Clearly. OBVIOUSLY. They counted my shoulders to the mat when the illegalness of it couldn’t have been more apparent, and to do so, in effect, crowned an unmerited champion in Crazy Boy. So, Ty… if you think for one SECOND I’m wasting my time, challenging someone as completely pathetic and insignificant as YOU, to a match? Hah… then YOU’RE an even BIGGER idiot than I first thought when I walked out here.

Crazy Boy looks like he’s about to speak, but X stops him by holding his hand up disrespectfully.

X-Calibur: STOP. Listen. Speak only when I let you, Ty. It’s called MANNERS. It’s called RESPECT that is OWED to ME. When an adult that has accomplished as much as I have is speaking? Snot nosed kids like YOU should shut the f(beep) up and watch how its done. Consider that invaluable knowledge that you can take back home to your fat little BITCH of a daughter.

Crazy Boy steps between the ropes and exits to the outside, he looks like he’s going to sprint up the ramp way, but X stands up quickly from the chair and folds it back up. He wastes no time picking it up. Seeing X with the familiar weapon of choice, Crazy Boy thinks better of the situation and X smiles widely. Pointing up to the rafters with the chair, X continues.

X-Calibur: Now, I know Rob is high up in his shimmering white tower, wondering, “What should I do?!”, now that ANOTHER irrelevant nobody has managed to win his once prestigious belt… so the decision should be easy for a man that will do anything in his power to defend the integrity of his world title, and more importantly, his company. That said… I think we ALL know what needs to happen, right here and now. Tyrone, Crazy Boy, Smith… you need to GIVE UP the championship you NEVER EVEN WON and acknowledge the fact that you are not now, NOR WERE EVER LEGACY WORLD CHAMPION!!

The tone in his voice raises a little.

X-Calibur: Admit it.

Crazy Boy is defiant.

X-Calibur: ADMIT IT!!!! ADMIT IT!!! ADMIT IT TO ME NOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT!!!!! YOU ARE <u>NOT</u> WORTHY TO EVEN LOOK AT THAT TITLE, LET ALONE HOLD IT!!!! ADMIT TO EVERYBODY, YOU INSIGNIFICANT LITTLE COCKROACH, THAT YOU ARE <u>NOTHIN</u>!!!! NADA!!!!!! ADMIT TO THESE IDIOTS THAT YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A SPECK OF UNWIPED SHIT ON THE ASS OF MY LEGENDARY EXISTENCE!!!

“CRAY-ZEE-BOY! CRAY-ZEE-BOY!”
“X-CAL-SUCKS!! X-CAL-SUCKS!”

X-Calibur: ADMIT IT YOU F(beep)ING CO-

Crazy Boy: ENOUGH!!! SHUT UP, ERYK!!! SHUT YOUR F(beep)ING MOUTH!!!

Crazy Boy: Motherf(beep)er, you can talk about me like that, that's all good. You can talk about me not deserving to be where I am at, that's all good too. I'm used to being the underdog and being talked crap about. But, Eryk, you don't EVER, EVER talk about my daughter, Shayla, in that light again, DO YOU F(beep)ING HEAR ME?!

Crazy Boy is ready to pounce at Eryk, but manages to restrain himself from doing so, for it would be a catastrophic result. He holds his hand up and the sly smile re-appears on his face as he continues to speak once again.

Crazy Boy: But Eryk, in the end it doesn't matter. Despite what you say, I am still standing here World Heavyweight Champion. There is nothing you can say or do to change that fact. Sure, I won the title by a little "unconventional" means, but the fact of the matter is, you are the only one that is being a punk ass P(beep)y about it. You are the ONLY one complaining or bitching about the whole situation, and in actuality, it just makes you see a little..... childish, if I must say.

That gets a pop from the fans as Tyrone notices X-Calibur slowly get up from his chair and stare at him intently as he continues to speak.

Crazy Boy: And here you are, a supposed "legend" in Legacy, sitting up that ramp in a chair, wielding the chair whenever you get threatened and yet, you won't do anything about it. You sit up there and you won't come down here and face me like a man. That tells me one of two things. It tells me either you are smarter than I think you are, or you are just scared. I think I'll take the latter.

That gets more pops from the fans as X-Calibur is now standing up from the chair and looks like he is about to make a move on Tyrone, but continues to stand on the top of the ramp as Tyrone grins, continuing to speak.

Crazy Boy: You're scared, Eryk. You know that deep inside that you can't beat me and you've never faced anyone in this ring like I have. You know deep inside that as long as I am champion, you never will be. I want to show you that, X, and to do that, I'll need you in this ring. I'll put my title up on the line against you, Eryk. I beat you, I prove that I belong in the ranks of the best of the best of Legacy. If you beat me, then you prove that I am just what you call a paper champion and I never deserved to be where I am at. So, what do you say, Eryk?

As the crowd anticipates X-Calibur's answer, you hear the music for Smith Cartwright, "Toreador", hit the arena speakers, and the front office representative walks out onto the stage, mic in hand. His theme song quickly fades out .

Alan Ducard: Rawlings has been in firm control of this match for the past five minutes.

Jimmy Yates: I wouldn’t count Trey out yet. He’s a resilient young man and very opportunistic. He could take off on a good run any time, Alan.

Bryan Harris: Don’t forget that Stephen Rawlings is a former World Champ, Jimbo. He’s actually won this tournament before. He knows how to win in pressure situations.

Trey’s eyes begin to fade but in a desperation move he pushes backward and floats over Rawlings and into the ropes. Rollin’s taps Rawlings on the shoulder, telling him to relinquish the hold. Rawlings is fuming and releases Trey. Trey pulls himself up from the top rope and Rawlings stalks in at Trey but he’s popped square in the mouth with a stiff right hand. Rawlings goes for a leg tackle but Trey telegraphs it and steps backward and lets loose a kick to Rawlings’ midsection. Trey picks Rawlings up and quickly drops him with a DDT. Trey turns to the crowd and lets out a fierce roar.

Bryan Harris: Show boating isn’t going to help you with Rawlings, kid.

Jimmy Yates: On the rare occasion, I happen to agree with my colleague Bryan Harris. He said it earlier, Rawlings is a former World Champion and this isn’t how you wrestle against one.

Trey turns back to Rawlings who is now on his feet and locks it up with a half-prepared Trey Willet. Rawlings begins to back him up to the ropes but the forty pounds Trey has on Rawlings takes over and Rawlings is the one backed up instead. Rawlings uses Trey’s body weight against him and executes a perfect hip toss, dropping Trey square on his back. Rawlings smelling blood kicks Trey in the gut then lifts him to his feet. He measures the out of breath Willet and knees him in the gut for good measure, forcing Willet to one knee. Rawlings quickly follows that up with a Snap Suplex, floating over into a pinfall.

One…

Two…

NO!

Rawlings looks up at Rollins, not agreeing with the count.

Alan Ducard: Rawlings can’t believe his eyes. He thinks that should have been the end of it.

Bryan Harris: It was a slow count! Anybody can see that. C’mon Ref!

Rawlings gets to his feet and drags Trey with him. Rawlings moves in behind him and locks Trey’s arms behind his back, secured for Rawlings signature Tiger Suplex. Rawlings lifts Trey up but showing great awareness, he locks his legs with Rawlings and forces Rawlings down to one knee, allowing Trey to escape.

Alan Ducard: Outstanding awareness from Trey Willet, forcing Rawlings to relinquish his hold.

Bryan Harris: It won’t last long. Rawlings is going to advance in this contest and he has a real shot at winning the whole thing.

Trey throws another stiff right hand to Rawlings and lands it glancingly. He moves in toward Rawlings and drops him with a German Suplex then picks him back up again immediately, gaining some momentum. He locks in a double underhook, going for his finisher “The Dawn of a New Era” but Rawlings falls to one knee and uses the downward momentum to flip tree over him. Trey isn’t deterred; however, and picks Rawlings up and whips him into the turnbuckle.

Jimmy Yates: I don’t know, he could win this fellas. Here it comes!

Trey follows Rawlings into the turnbuckle with a monkey flip but right when he gets his feet on Rawlings, he wraps his arms around Willet and catches him with a pivoting Belly to Belly Suplex.

Alan Ducard: WoW! He caught Trey before he could use his monkey flip. That was a brilliant reversal.

Bryan Harris: He’s a World Champion people. You can’t beat Rawlings with a monkey flip!

Jimmy Yates: I don’t think he quite meant to do that, Bry.

Rawlings moves in and drags Trey to his feet and executes a Fisherman’s Suplex and rolls backward to hook Trey for a Small Package.

One…

Two…

Thr…

NO! Trey kicks out barely. Trey and Rawlings get to their feet together and Trey hits Rawlings with another stiff right hand. Trey moves in behind Rawlings and hits him with a German Suplex and rolls to execute another but Rawlings grabs Trey’s hands and maneuvers out of it with absolute technical expertise and sends an elbow into Trey’s kidneys from behind. He takes Trey down with an armdrag then quickly brings Trey to his feet and hooks his arms with for the Tiger Suplex again and this time he executes it perfectly. Rawlings brings Trey to his feet again.

Alan Ducard: Why is he picking him up again? He should pin him.

Bryan Harris: He knows what he’s doing.

Jimmy Yates: I agree with Bry again. It’s a risk but I think he should hammer the nail in the coffin and make sure he stays down.

Trey fires back with a knee to Rawlings gut and locks Rawlings in for a DDT but Rawlings will not be denied and quickly moves out of it and takes Trey down with “The Finishing Move” (Modified Screwdriver). Rawlings wastes no time and covers Trey, lifting the leg for extra measure.

One…

Two…

Three…

Josephina Colbert: Your winner and moving on in the Hawkings Memorial Tournament… Stephen Raaaawlings!

Alan Ducard: There was absolutely no stopping the former World Champion from winning that match.

Jimmy Yates: Make no mistake about it. That was a hard fought match and I’d like to point out, it was a CLEAN win from Rawlings.

Bryan Harris: You bet! A man of Rawlings caliber doesn’t need to cheat!

Loco stops in his tracks. We see Smith sitting at his desk. Loco sighs and rolls his eyes. In the seat across from Smith is Laura Seton.

Laura: I'm fine.

Smith Cartwright: We just want you to be in the best shape possible. You looked pretty bad in that game...

Laura: The Atlanta one?

Smith Cartwright: Yeah.

Laura: That was weeks ago. I'm fine.

Smith takes notice of Loco.

Laura: You should know by now I'm not a...

Laura notices Smith's reaction and turns her head.

Laura: *extremely disappointed* Oh no.

Loco: Do YOU *points at Laura* mind? The MEN have business to talk about. You can sell Smitty Girl Scout Cookies later.

Laura: Actually I was just about to close a deal for some Samoas. Maybe you'd be interested in some Thin Mints? How about some milk too? *Laura smirks and uses a smart-ass tone.* After all, nothing's better than "Milk and Cookies."

Loco half chuckles.

Loco: Wow.. an actual JOKE?! Did Stellar concuss that into you when he dropped you on your pony tail? *Loco quickly turns to Smith* - Now, Smitty... We NEED to talk about D.f.G. Your prized possession is looking around and his dance card is empty. You know? I mean what do you have-

Loco is interrupted as Laura stands and glares holes through Loco.

Laura: Do...you...MIND??

Loco takes a step forward.

Loco: Mind, what? Do I mind you shutting your pie hole and leaving the office so I can figure out what Managelote can do to spotlight THE Legacy Superstar? Not. One. Bit.

Laura cracks a laugh but quickly realizes Loco's being serious.

Laura: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize this was 2007.

Loco: If this was 2007 YOU wouldn't be here and the world would be a much better place... *looks to Smith again* Seriously Smith, The only reason Dawson has all those tokens is because I was more intent on destroying *points* HER! I'm thinking "tokens match" at DFG.

Smith Cartwright: Hmmm... while not a bad idea, I am getting an entirely different vibe.

Smith looks from Laura to Loco. back to Laura. Back to Loco. It begins to dawn on the two what it is Smith is "thinking of" Laura grins, Loco scowls.

Loco: Bullshit! I've done away with her. I've placated you people by NOT bitching about the lack of respect I've been receiving. I'm done with her-

Laura scoffs.

Laura: You call THAT "not whining?" In fact, I can't remember the last time you DIDN'T whine! How old are you?

Loco: You're one to talk, Miss Hissy Fit of the Year... about the only recognition you'll GET in the WNBA.

Laura: I'm not doing it 24/7.

Loco: *chuckles to himself* - You're not doing "IT" at all...

Laura gives a frustrated grunt and appropriate expression.... Loco, never one to let it "go"... holds his hand up like he's trying to whisper to Smith, but talks loudly.

Loco: You think that was her "O" face, Smitty?

Laura's eyes open a bit wider as she has a louder frustrated grunt.)

Laura: I should whip you all over this office.

Loco: Please... Like you COULD. Listen... we've danced this dance. I'm through playing around with you.

Smith Cartwright: Actually, after watching this little display? You're not. Destine for Greatness. Seton vs. Martinez. You want "your spotlight" back Loco? You take care of Laura Seton one more time and I guarantee you'll be put in a position for gold.

Loco doesn't seem happy.

Loco: Promise?

Cartwright nods.

Laura: And don't think this...*holds up her injured wrist*...is going to play a factor.

Loco steps in and grabs the hand like he's going to shake it in a sportsmanlike fashion, but then he just yanks the hell out of it, causing an extreme grimace and groan of pain from Laura. Loco smiles huge.

Loco: You think it hurts NOW? Wait until I'm done with with it at Destined for Greatness.

Loco chuckles cockily as he storms out of the room.

Shinya and Maya finally slid into the ring, taking in the thunderous ovation with an awestruck smile. Maya looks on, gliding a hand through his platinum blond hair almost in disbelief of the reaction. Shinya simply turns an entire three hundred sixty degrees, soaking in every section of cheering fans.

Shinya: You know, we never got a chance to really thank you guys. It seemed like we had won these titles are were instantly whisked away to Glimmer of Hope without getting a chance to express how much these titles belong to you. I mean, no matter what happened or how grim it looked...you guys were always cheering us on. Always making sure we heard you. You guys, really, don't know how much that means to us. Everything we've done has been for you. Because you deserved it.

Maya: You pushed us when we had nothing left to give, you gave us that little ounce of extra strength to finish what we had to finish. It was because of all of you, you know! If we didn't have you guys behind us then...I don't know if we could have won these.

Maya looks down at his half of the Legacy Tag Team Titles.

Maya: That's why we left the name plates blank. Because these don't belong to just us, they belong to everyone. The fans, our opponents that push us to limit...everyone. To put just our own names on these would be a disservice to you guys and everything we're trying to do for you. These titles aren't just ours, they're yours too. You guys made us the champions we are today and these...these are our dedication to you.

The camera zooms in Maya's title and then Shinya's title, both without a nameplate.

Shinya: We just wanted to say...

Shinya's voice is cut off by "On to the Next One" by Jay-Z, Shinya's head drops slightly in frustration. Maya slinks behind Shinya with a worried look on his face as they both now focus on the entrance ramp. A chorus of boos at this interruption nearly drowns out the music as Ledge and Adam Davis make their appearance on the entrance ramp. The two stand patiently, each with a microphone in his hand and a smirk on his face. Ledge surveys the audience, raising a hand for silence.

Ledge: Settle down now, children, you'll get your chance to have your voices heard, we just had a few points to clear up. We wouldn't want everyone getting the wrong idea.

Davis: The two of you seem to be under the impression that your victory at Glimmer of Hope was some sort of crowning achievement. That it somehow validates your talents.

Ledge: We would beg to differ.

Davis: You see, the simple fact of the matter is that flukes happen.

Ledge: Just ask Justin Moreno...El Chupacabra...Tyrone Smith...

The crowd pops at the mention of their newly crowned champion.

Davis: If you really want to see who the better team is, watch the tape. Watch second after second, minute after minute of dominance by VIP...and three seconds of luck by Tres Bien.

Ledge: Don't get us wrong. You caught us sleep...you won, fair and square. We admire, if nothing else, your tenacity...but for you to come out here and call yourselves "champions" after your pathetic showing the Glimmer of Hope is not just laughable, it's disgusting.

Davis: You caught us sleeping, boys. You Pearl Harbored us. But all you did was awaken the sleeping giant. Next time? There will be no ego. No showmanship. No distraction. We will remind you and everyone in at home that VIP is the best brand in wrestling. Plain and simple. You ask any of these pathetic peons in the crowd tonight who the best is... Sure, you may need to break up a few syllables and bring in Jeff Foxworthy to translate into their language, but when you get you question heard, do you know what they would say?... Do you?!

Before the tag team champions could even begin to try and answer the question, Davis cuts them off abruptly with some venom in his voice.

Davis: VIP. All day every mo********ing day. We don't lower our standard and hate people on race or sexual preference. We don't screw around with politics. We don't waste our breath pandering to fans. We set our goals, we dominate other teams, and we move on. If either of you brought half the game a real contender should have, I may not have felt the need to showboat and get bored beating you. If... No... WHEN we get our next shot? Its a done deal. The best brand in wrestling deserves its name in gold, plain and simple.

Shinya storms forward gripping the ropes with one hand, his face showing nothing but disgust and anger at the VIP.

Shinya: THAT is what you interrupted us for? To come out here and tell us that when ALL the chips were on the table at one of the BIGGEST PPV's of the year...you both were too STUPID to bring your A-Game? That you were too busy overlooking US to realize you should do more than TALK? And what...that's supposed to make us quiver in fear? That you're too DUMB to fight every fight until the bell rings? You shouldn't even GET another shot after admitting that. We ARE champions because unlike you two LOSERS we don't look past anybody and we FIGHT until the match is, you know, OVER. We respect everyone, no matter how gutless and stupid, much like you VIP, are.

Maya tugs on Shinya's arm, the crowd cheering and roaring at the defiance Shinya is showing to VIP.

Shinya: That's why these people boo you. That's why these people HATE you. That is why you LOST to us. THAT is why if you ask anyone in this building who the best is they won't say VIP all day long...they'll say TRES BIEN EVERY TIME. You know why? You KNOW why?

Shinya slams the microphone down on the mat as the crowd starts chanting TRES BIEN, startling Maya slightly, and holds his half of the Tag Team Championships over the top rope, glaring right at both Ledge and Adam Davis. Ledge simply shakes his head, the smile never leaving his face.

Ledge: That's cute, boys. Really cute. It's good to see some real fire out of the two of you for once. Maybe next time you'll be actually provide us with a challenge. Maybe.

"On to the Next One" once again begins to play as VIP heads backstage, leaving Shinya and Maya, still defiant, in the ring.

Jimmy Yates: Later tonight we will see brother against brother when Harrison Saunders attempts to take the Network Championship from his much bigger brother Boyd.

Alan Ducard: Sunny and Rua are relatively new to LEGACY coming off a tag team loss at the Glimmer of Hope pre-show, but they will be in the ring with a LEGACY veteran in Allen Franks.

Jimmy Yates: Let's head to the action and see who will get a future shot at the Network championship.

Sunny then grabs Franks and suplexes him on top of Rua. While Sunny catches her breath Franks instinctively hooks the leg and tries to get a pin on Rua, but Rua kicks out at two. Sunny realizes her mistake and pulls Franks to his feet and hits a chop that gets a loud woo from the crowd. Rua gets to his feet and gets on the other side of Franks. Rua and Sunny whip Franks across the ring and when he rebounds off the ropes they throw him up in the air for a high back body drop. Rua then immediately turns and hits sunny with a standing dropkick sending her flying back into the turnbuckle.

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Franks has Sunny on his shoulders in an airplane spin when Rua hits with a dropkick allowing Sunny to shift her weight into a crucifix pin attempt. She gets a two count before Rua breaks it up. Rua attempts to whip her into the corner but she reverses it sending him into the turnbuckles. She then whips Franks into the opposite turnbuckles and turns around to go after Rua again. Since she turns around so fast she doesn't see that Franks doesn't hit the turnbuckles but jumps up to the second turnbuckle and climbs to the top. Sunny runs and attempts to monkey flip Rua out of the corner but gets caught and rua push es her up onto his shoulders hitting a variation of a sit out powerbomb. Franks then dives off the top turnbuckle and hits a flying headbutt on Sunny as Rua gets to his feet. The impact from the headbutt hurts both Sunny and Franks, Rua decides to take advantage of this and dives on top of both going for a double pin. At the count of two both Sunny and Franks kick out the force of the double kick out sends Rua flying halfway across the ring.

Franks gets to his feet first and locks Sunny in a dragon sleeper. Sunny tries to struggle out of the hold, but Franks has it locked in tight. Sunny gets a foot on the bottom rope, but before the ref can tell franks to drop the hold Rua hits a stiff kick to the back of Franks' skull causing him to release the hold anyway. Rua then locks in the dragon clutch on Franks in the center of the ring. It looks like Franks is about to tap when Sunny hits Rua with a flying clothesline causing him to break the hold and fall backwards. Sunny rolls Rua on top of Franks both men facing down. franks head at Rua's feet. Sunny then grabs Franks' legs and pulls Rua's arms over her knnee locking in a camel clutch/boston crab combo on both men. Luckily for the men they were enar the ropes and Franks' was able to grab the bottom rope and the ref makes her break the hold.

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Sunny goes for a suplex on Allen Franks, but Franks bloks it and lifts her up spinning her upside down into a piledriver dropping her head first into the mat. He then walks across the ring to pull Rua to his feet, but Rua gives him an elbow to the gut and then a series of forearm shots to the face and folows it up with a few knees. Franks tries to protect himself, but is overcome by the series of blows and stumbles backwards. Rua sweeps Franks legs out from underneath him and mounts him and starts delivering a series of legal forearm blows to the ehad as the ref keeps a care ful watch to see if he should stop the match. Sunny runs jumps up to the second rope and jumps backwards with a spinning elbow connecting with Rua's jaw. She shakes her elbow feeling a little pain on her end from the move, but Rua seems to have taken a mjority of the damage as he is on the mat holding his jaw.

Sunny gives him a knee to the jaw and follows it up with a double stomp on the chest. She jumps up for a legdrop, but doesn't go anywhere when she relaizes she has been attacked from behind by Allen Franks who is holding her up in a full nelson. Franks delivers a full nelson suplex, but releases sunny half way through sending ehr crashing to the mat.

Rua is starting to get to his feet and Allen sends a kick to his gut, but Rua catches it, this doesn't stop Franks who follows through with an Enziguri. Franks gets back to his feet and is about to continue the assault on Rua when Sunny crwals up behind him with a school boy/girl roll up.

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Rua is to his feet a split second too late to break up the pin. Sunny rolls out of the ring and the ref follows lifting her arm up in the air. As Franks is on his feet in the ring pised off about being caught off guard by Sunny and losing to the surprise roll up.

Josephina Colbert: Your winner and number one contender to the Network Championship, SUNNY RAYNE.

The crowd cheers as Sunny celebrates and then makes her way to the back.

Alan Ducard: So there you have it, Sunny Rayne is the next competitor who will get a shot at the Network Championship.

Bryan Harris: Yeah? Well go ask her how she'll like to have to face BIG Boyd Saunders.

"Come in!"

Hazard enters and we see Smith Cartwright sitting at his desk, shuffling papers with a cell phone in one hand.

Smith: What can I do for you?

Hazard: You can do what you do...make me a match.

Smith: I'm assuming since you showed up here that you've got someone specific in mind, son?

Hazard: Still sharp as a tack, I see.

Smith: Gotta stay on top of things to do this job. But, I think I can accommodate you. What kind of stipulation do you want?

Hazard: Stipulation? I just want a match.

Smith: Okay...well..that may be smarter, given the circumstances..when do you want Issac?

Hazard: Issac?

Smith: Entragian. Big pale fella. You've been in his business lately, and vice versa. Figured you'd want to settle some stuff.

Hazard: No interest in Entragian.

Smith: Son, you've been here long enough for me to realize you don't let things go this quickly.

Hazard: I pinned him. Clean. In a pay per view main event. Not much left to settle. Moving on now.

Smith: Mm hm. I'll be honest, son, most everybody's booked up for a while except you two. I may be able to work something out, though. You sure you're not looking for one more pound of flesh against Entragian?

Hazard: Positive. Let me know if you find me some work, Mr. Cartwright.

Hazard turns to leave the office, but as he reaches for the door, Smith has a hand on his shoulder and stops him from leaving. Out from behind the desk, he stands face to face with Hazard, and there's a bit of wisdom and concern painted on his face. Hazard never quite makes eye contact with him.

Smith: Look, you wouldn't be the first or the last person to not want to get in the ring with Issac Entragian, or anywhere else near him for that matter. I won't fault you for that. You've been around long enough to know, though, that things like this don't just go away after one pinfall or one match. Now, from what I gather, you're doing your best to walk away from a situation that probably won't have any winners. The problem with that is, you started this fight. You got in on Issac's turf, and he's not going to be satisfied until he's done his damndest to break you. I wish I could help you out here, but this thing is probably just getting started, whether I put you two in the same ring or not. You want it to be over, you've got to finish it.

Hazard: I told you. I finished it at the Co Op Challenge. It's done.

Smith: Whatever you say, son. I hope you don't believe that as much as it sounds like you do.

The One Known as Sunny: Mi-Miss Seton?

Laura finishes strapping the brace on holding a light smile, then speaks.

Laura: Hey, Sunny!

Sunny holds still once entering. Laura gets a wonderous look seeing Sunny stop just inside the door. She motions for Sunny to come over.

Laura: Sunny, come on in.

The One Known as Sunny: Oh..uh..sorry. Um..like..didn't..you know..didn't know if you were..uh..if you had a moment?

Laura: Only a couple so this can't be long.

The One Known as Sunny: I can leave and..uh..come back.

Laura: (chuckling) It's okay, friend.

Sunny walks over and stands silently. Laura has another wondering look.

Laura: ...Yeah?

The One Known as Sunny: Well..um..like..you know..I was um..wondering uh..like..

As Sunny stumbles over her words, Laura makes a hand motion for her to speed things up.

Laura: Come on Sunny, let's go.

The One Known as Sunny: Uh..um..how's your..uh..wrist?

Laura: It WAS feeling good until earlier when Loco jacked it up. Now I need this (modeling her braced wrist) as a precaution.

The One Known as Sunny: I heard. Um..anywho..I..uh..ummers..I..was..you know..wondering if..you can help? And stuff?

Laura: What do you mean?

The One Known as Sunny: I..like..I'm not looking..for..you know..much. I just..would like a..piece..couple pieces..you know..of advice? A couple..um..things?

Laura: Sunny, I'm sorry but right now is not a good time. I have my match coming up and I need to finish preparing for it. I'm glad you've taken me up on asking for some tips but-(a small laugh)-you really picked a bad time.

The One Known as Sunny: Like..I understand. But I just..you know..something I can..like..think over the rest of the..you know..n-night.

Laura tilts her head back and her voice sounds like a minor whine.

Laura: Sunny-NOO!

Laura brings her head back down and looks at the LEGACY rookie.

Laura: I can't help you now. If you come back after the show-I'll be more than happy to help. If I see you're really starving for help, I'll let you train with me for a few days. I'm not saying I'll mentor you, but I'll give you a look at how to be ready for LEGACY opposition. Right now I can't do more than say to keep being positive.

The One Known as Sunny: N-nothing at all? Like..I know. You have..that..big thinger match. I don't want to..uh..keep you..you know..long. But just one..one or two tidder bits?

Laura reaches for her boots as she rolls her eyes quickly up in her head before quickly coming up with a couple things and looking back at Sunny.

Laura: Okay. First off-you are WAY too nervous. Settle down. You're always stuttering and, no offense, but it can be REALLY hard to understand you. I think you're cool but man, oh man-heh-I've never heard someone stumble around so much verbally.

The One Known as Sunny: It's because..you know..the guys..it's..inti..intimidating. You too.

Laura: Ha ha...well, it's easy to overcome. Take a big breath. Don't be so shy and nervous-at least around me. (she reaches out and pats Sunny on her left arm) I'm a friend.

Sunny nods as Laura crosses her arms as she leans back in the chair and looks at the mask.

Laura: I've told you this before and I'll say it again: You have GOT to get rid of that mask.

Sunny's body english shows she's more nervous.

Sunny: I'm..like..this is..it's who I am. I'm..you know..sorry if you don't like it..and stuff. But I wear it out of respect.

Laura: I'm aware. I know why you have it but can't you just wear it around your neck to the ring? You could it keep it in your ring corner if you want. I just feel wearing that mask is inhibiting you from being the best. Your field of vision will double if you take it off. Look at tonight. You were okay for a rookie, but you can be so much better without it. It really does hinder your performance. (Laura sees Sunny still standing as a bundle of nerves) That's just my opinion. You asked for advice and that's what I'm giving. It's your choice though.

Sunny: It's otay. It's not the..you know..first time..like..someone's said that..hehe. I think..um..I should go now. Don't wanna..you know..take up more of your time..and stuff. Good luck Miss Laura!

Kidd: Pardon the interruption, I know I'm not due out here for a little while for the tag match, but I had something to say, and I felt I should I explain my actions at Glimmer of Hope. I came to ringside and stopped Garvin's attack on Stein after their match, but what most of you don't know is Stein's reaction to me trying to help.

Kidd paces around the ring while he continues.

Kidd: Stein accused me of having a hero complex, of always wanting to save the day. He said he was tired of being the damsel in distress. I fully appreciate a man wanting to fight his own battles, and when he can no longer defend himself he thinks he should take his beating, but there are men like Garvin who won't stop until it's too late, not that I'm really sure Stein cares about that too much a this point, but that's on him.

Maybe I do have a hero complex, but it's because I see that there are things worth fighting for. Garvin is the type who wants to make his name off of violence for violence sake similar to men like Issac and Kenji.

Kidd looks to the ramp that leads to the back looking to see if someone might come out.

Kidd: Let me just say that I'm a big fan of the No Limits division. Some great men have held the title and went on to become LEGACY World Champion like our current champ Crazyboy, my friend Greyson, and I'll even give credit to Issac who has both the first and second longest reigns with the title. What I want to say to everyone especially you Frank is what No Limits means to me.

Kidd looks away from the entrance ramp and starts to scan the crowd.

Kidd: No Limits is more than being able to swing a chair or being able to get up after being thrown through a table. That me explain something about No Limits. Watching your best friend die in the center of a wrestling ring, while you stand five feet away on the apron and can do nothing to save him, yet are able to somehow step into the ring night after night for going on 15 years and keep competing that's No Limits. Having over 60% of your body covered in second and third degree burns and never giving up hope that is No Limits.

Kidd starts to pace around the ring seemingly very agitated.

Kidd: When you have had your five year old daughter die on the operating table after a donor finally comes through for a heart transplant, and you some how find the energy to get out of the bed in the morning and continue on with what you need to do in life, that is No Limits. When you've had your testicles crushed with a claw hammer, it takes a lot of fortitude to come back two weeks later and make it to the finals of an 8 man one night tournament. To still get the job done and father a child two years later that is No Limits. It takes a lot of effort to get up from getting put through a table or slammed into a cage. It's a whole different thing to get thrown through the top of a steel cage onto a pile of burning tables. To be told by dozens of doctors that you would never walk again, and then over two years and many surgeries and skin graphs later I stand before you competing again. That Frank is No Limits.

Kidd stops in the center of the ring.

Kidd: It's so much more than being able to swing a chair, or being able to get up after getting hit with one. Frank, when your truly ready to learn about No Limits you know where to find me.

This gets a loud cheer from the crowd as Kidd drops the mic and rolls out of the ring and heads to the back.

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Boyd powers out sending Harrison flying off the mat!

Alan Ducard: Harrison seemingly doing the intelligent thing here and looking to take away the vertical base of the much bigger Boyd. Since Boyd has him beat in the strength department it would seem that Harrison has to do whatever he can to make sure he keeps moving and never gives Boyd a chance to bring his towering physical game into this match.

Bryan Harris: Give me a break, this match is equivalent to trying to cut down a redwood with a butter knife.

Harrison quickly kips back up to his feet with a fiery look of determination in his eyes. Harrison starts to throttle Boyd with snap kicks to the gut while Boyd is trying to get up. Boyd tries to swat Harrison away but Harrison nimbly manages to dodge the attempts. Harrison rifles off another kick, but Boyd catches the foot of Harrison! Harrison is hoping on one foot to attempt to keep his balance as Boyd gets back to his feet, Harrison's foot still tightly in his grasp. However, in a seemingly odd gesture, Boyd simply lets go of Harrison's foot go. Harrison seems as shocked as anyone else as the two simply stare each other down, Boyd with a somewhat sly smile on his face. Harrison sneers and hits the ropes darting towards Boyd, but Boyd takes two steps forward and wraps his arms around Harrison! He heaves Harrison over his head for a belly to belly suplex, however, Boyd doesn't seem to put much effort into. The suplex is slow and doesn't make much of a sound on the mat.

Jimmy Yates: Did that suplex seem a little...it didn't seem like Boyd used all of his power there, did it?

Alan Ducard: Well, the two are pretty close, I suppose. But I can't imagine their relationship outside of the ring would flood into a match of this much importance with the F/X Network Title on the line. This isn't something you can afford to pull punches with.

Surprisingly, Harrison is the first to his feet despite being on the receiving end of the suplex. Harrison stares down Boyd who just smiles back at him. Harrison suddenly bolts right at Boyd and starts smashing his forearm right into Boyd's skull! Boyd, seemingly unsure of what to do, falls backwards in surprise and finds himself with his back on the mat covering up his face from Harrison's forearms!

Jimmy Yates: Whoa! I never thought I'd see this scenario considering the size difference! Look at that, with just forearm shots Harrison has Big Boyd Saunders flat on his back on the defensive!

Alan Ducard: I have to believe that Boyd never thought in a million years Harrison would rush at him like that. He must have believed that Harrison would have tried to go for some high flying or speed based moves, this must have been a total shocker for Boyd.

Jimmy Yates: The two do train with each other on a regular basis so if anyone knew how to surprise Boyd it would be Harrison.

Bryan Harris: Would you two just shut up? Harrison was pissed off because Boyd was tanking that suplex and Harrison flew off the handle. That's it.

Harrison finally stands up, Boyd looks up at him with a deer in the headlights glaze in his eyes. Harrison snaps off a stiff kick right to the temple of Boyd, then starts to pelt the legs of Boyd again with kick after vicious kick, each one sending a snapping sound throughout the arena. Being close to the ropes, Harrison puts Boyd's right leg up onto the middle rope draping it on the outside of the ring then sprints to the opposite ropes and on the rebound leaps OVER the top rope to the outside and grabs Boyd's leg on the way down! Boyd's leg slingshots back up against the top rope as Boyd screams out in pain and quickly grabs at his knee in pain. Harrison quickly hops back onto the apron and jumps up to the top rope and springboards high into the air and STOMPS on the knee of Boyd! Boyd hollers out in pain as Harrison rolls out of the impact. Harrison slides over to Boyd and makes the cover!

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Thr...Boyd pushes his shoulder off the mat!

Alan Ducard: We're seeing now that Harrison's offense is taking its toll on Boyd, before Boyd powered Harrison off of him but now he just manages to push his shoulder off the mat. It's not looking good for Boyd unless he can get some offense in soon.

Jimmy Yates: Harrison showing he's not fooling around here, he wants that F/X Network title BAD and he's doing whatever he can to make sure he gets it.

Boyd is slowly trying to make it to his feet, but his right knee is obviously giving him significant problems. Harrison heads running for the ropes again, but Boyd grits through the pain in his knee and stands up! Harrison tries a flying cross body...but Boyd catches him in mid-air and hoists Harrison onto his shoulders! Boyd hollers out in pain from holding Harrison up with his hurt knee, but he fights through it and falls backwards tossing Harrison with a Samoan Drop! Boyd cannot capitalize as he yells in pain and grips his knee as soon he hits the mat.

Alan Ducard: Boyd is in a lot of trouble here, that right knee is giving him all sorts of problems. He couldn't even go for a pinfall after that devastating Samoan Drop. He is giving Harrison all sorts of time to recover.

Bryan Harris: Yeah, well, if Boyd had been taking this match seriously from the get go he wouldn't be in this mess. But from the looks of it he not only underestimated Harrison, but he was holding back and not using all of his strength! Serves him right, I hope that knee is shattered into twenty pieces.

Harrison is slow to get back to his feet, Boyd tries to get back to his feet but he crumbles back to the mat when his right knee forces him back down. Boyd finally manages to fight his way back to his feet, but Harrison already has a running start and...CHOP BLOCKS Boyd's right knee! Boyd lets out a blood curdling scream as he hits the mat, Harrison grabs Boyd's legs and...jackknife pin with a bridge!

Jimmy Yates: Boyd can't kick out, that knee is too damaged, this could be it!

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Jimmy Yates: He did it! Harrison did it! He beat Big Boyd Saunders! New CHAMP!

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW F/X Network Champion...HARRISON SAUNDERS!

Alan Ducard: That was an interesting match, Harrison came in guns blazing ready to do whatever it took to take the F/X Network Title from Boyd and it seemed like Boyd just...dropped the ball. He underestimated Harrison and he was pulling punches.

Bryan Harris: It serves the punk right. Even if you're close with the guy, if you don't come to the ring with every intention of destroying your opponent...well, just look at Boyd. That's what happens.

The view changes to Boyd, gripping his right knee tightly with a look of anguish and surprise on his face. It quickly transitions to Harrison who is hugging his newly won F/X Network Title.

A sickly red glow overtakes the darkness, the red-hued illumination painting faces in the crowd, making them seem ugly and twisted. The people seem to sense that something is coming…something…evil.

Out of nowhere, the arena speakers begin to ROAR, pounding guitar riffs assaulting the hallowed arena, followed by cryptic Japanese vocals. “Obscure” by Dir En Grey washes fully over the crowd, the volume so loud that ears would practically bleed at the sound.

Alan Ducard: What in God’s name is going on here? Does anyone recognize this theme song?

Jimmy Yates: I’m as confused as you are Alan, but I can’t help but feel a sense of dread, and I don’t know WHY I’m feeling this, but my intuitions are telling me that something wicked this way comes…

The LEGACY Jumbo-Tron begins to broadcast the flashing image of a human stomach, the flesh trembling, the belly button rising and falling which each intake of breath.

A ragged fingernail appears, and it begins to RIP into the flesh of the stomach, carving letters intricately, one by one. The blood pours out thick and dark, washing freely along the skin of this unfortunate soul.

P-R-O-J-E-C-T: S-C-A-R

With these two words pulsating amidst the gore and the bloody ruin, two figures emerge from the curtains.

The sociopath pioneer known as Kenji Yamada glares out at the crowd with his opaque blue eyes, seeming to revel in the disgust that burns in the eyes of the LEGACY fans.

The disturbed monstrosity known as Issac Entragian stands proudly at his side, a shark-toothed grin spreading over his pallid countenance as he allows his gaze to take in the purely abusive reaction the fans are unleashing on he and his blood-brother.

Both men wear black tights and black wrestling boots, and both are shirtless, showing off hideously scarred upper torsos. The two simply stand there for a moment, letting the crimson light show every little imperfection, every grotesque feature they take pride in.

Jimmy Yates: Oh no, tell me this isn’t…what I think it is. I thought these two decided to work together only during the course of the Co-Op Challenge, but now that Glimmer of Hope has come and gone, they’re STILL associated?

Alan Ducard: This is bad, Jimbo. This is real bad. Bad for LEGACY, bad for every individual in that locker room, these two guys have done TERRIBLE things on their own; I don’t want to even imagine what they could do as a cohesive unit…

Yamada’s hand slowly rises, a mic inches away from his weathered lips.

Kenji: The SCAR...remains.

Kenji's eyes stare forward, focusing on no one person. He drags a hand over his rough bleached out hair with his filthy fingernails. His eyes closing with a grimace.

Kenji: The SCAR that you people gave US...remains. We are a walking testament to what YOU people created.

Kenji's arm violently swings backwards and points towards the entrance ramp.

Kenji: The SCAR that the BLESSED children of Legacy gave us...remains. The black mark on Legacy's pretty little face. The blemish on your glorious figure. The filth you refuse to acknowledge. The filth that you, yourselves, dragged in.

His eyes now wander the booing crowd, the anger and contempt that he sees drags a toothy grin to his face that just as quickly turns to a sneer.

Kenji: Don't look at me with those eyes! Don't pretend like I forced this on you. Don't pretend like you didn't want this. You're just as much to blame as we are. What? Did you think losing one match was going to stop me? Did you think not having a chunk of gold attached to a leather strap would stop me? No, those things are...trivial...to us. What we are going to give to you will be far more satisfying than any title or win could ever...ever...be. But unlike you people, we hold no one sacred above another. There are no blessed children to us. We will make everyone equal to one another. We will bring everyone down to the same level.

A long pause.

Kenji: OUR...level.

Kenji pushes the mic against Issac's chest as he gazes into the crowd and absorbs all of their disgust into a twisted smile

Issac: You people…thought it was over, didn’t you? You thought the nightmare would fade away; you THOUGHT you were in the clear? You pathetic sycophants ASSUMED the SCAR would heal, you thought the Co-Op was the final chapter in our story?

Entragian pushes a strand of white hair behind his ear, his toxic green eyes assessing every upturned face in the crowd.

Issac: Our story hasn’t even BEGUN; TONIGHT is the start of our verrrrry personal revolution. We’ll write our memoirs in the blood of LEGACY’s heroes and glory-hounds, and we won’t rest until we’ve performed a little crude surgery on every single privileged soul that takes up a roster spot in this company.

The Pale Rider stops pacing in the very center of the ring, looking down at the canvas as a deep-seated hatred heats up his facial features.

Issac: In the past I would have lamented over losing a chance for World Championship gold in the Co-Op Challenge, but things have changed, and now I breathe and exist only to further OUR great cause. A new era dawns in LEGACY on THIS night, an era where suffering will bloom like roses in a field, and scars will be worn like badges of MOTHERF*CKING HONOR.

Entragian whips his head up, saliva spraying from his razor-sharp teeth as his words become even more intense and venomous.

Issac: You PEOPLE left us with no choice, what happens when you stop feeding the wolves? They become starved, they become cannibalistic, they transform into feral MONSTERS. Kenji and I, we TRIED so f*cking hard to play by your rules, we wanted only to be AS YOU ALL ARE…yet time and time again, we are denied such a basic, simple RIGHT. So the time for pretending is OVER, you want BLOOD? You want VIOLENCE?

Entragian’s face constricts with rage, veins pulsing in his white temples.

Issac: YOU’LL HAVE WHAT YOU WANT, YOU F*CKING GLUTTONS WILL HAVE YOUR FILL, YOU WILL CHOKE ON IT, YOU WILL WATCH IN HORROR AS WE DESECRATE LEGACY, and once there is nothing left but charred rubble and broken men…I want you to look into each others faces, and realize…that you brought this on yourselves.

Issac’s eyes grow distant and cold, his voice lowering a few octaves, becoming a dry whisper.

Issac: The scar…will not heal. It will fester, the pus will drip over everything this company stands for, and once LEGACY is riddled with the cancer we spread, LEGACY will die, but we’ll live on…like maggots in the rot.

Yamada nods in agreement, once more bringing his own mic to his lips.

Kenji: We stand before you in our own putrid skin. We stand before you as you made us, vile and ugly. You have made the design. You have made the blueprint. You have built the frame.

Kenji's eyes seem to glaze over, an oblivious smile slowly curling across his face.

Kenji: Now we fill in the blanks. We complete the design. We outfit the frame. We mass produce the design. We sculpt the ugliness you planted. We are the architects of the design you forced on us. Equality through horridness. Horridness through equality. No one is sacred or blessed.

He slowly rolls his head to the side, his eyes lazily dragging upward at Issac. His malicious smile stinging those watching.

Kenji: Tonight we become what they made us, tonight we initiate...PROJECT: SCAR.

Alan Ducard: There are few things in this world that can legitimately scare me, gentlemen, but these two unhinged bastards are getting the job done…

Jimmy Yates: You heard it here folks, apparently Entragian & Yamada have forged some sort of allegiance, they’ve dubbed themselves Project: Scar, and based on that ominous speech from the two men…I have a feeling things could get very UGLY tonight.

Bryan Harris: Well apparently powerhouse groups like VIP and Profanity & Insanity aren’t alone anymore, because yet another group has entered the fray…and I think I can safely say that Project: Scar will be a force to be reckoned with, a very dark force indeed…

Chris Turner: I'm pissed off.... Sure... I'm always pissed off... But this time I'm REALLY REALLY pissed off. I got pinned by BOYD SAUNDERS... BOYD! Not even Thomas... Are you F*cking kidding me? Once I was down... It was THOMAS'S GODDAMN JOB TO TAKE OUT BOYD AND WIN THAT TITLE SO WE COULD WRESTLE FOR IT FAIR AND SQUARE... But noooooo... The loser couldn't do it, and I had to be the one who got pinned instead of Douche Bag Saunders. It makes my bleeding ulcer bleed like a God Damn severed limb, just thinking about it.

The crowd doesn't know how to act.

Chris Turner: That's OK though.... I have a plan... Well I mean, not really a plan, but the next logical step in my voyage to embarrassing the hell out of Thomas Manchester Black, and knocking him back into the reality of ME being the best Hardcore wrestler in Legacy.

He smiles.

Chris Turner: So, how do I do that? WE WRESTLE! Next show! Me and You Black! Mono et mono.... Blood and Sweat pouring from our bodies. What do you say f*ck face? You have the balls to accept?

The Legacy-tron comes on and sitting ina penthouse suite is the man in question Thomas Manchester Black.

TMB: Really, Chris...really? Once again you got pinned by Boyd to once again not win the Network title and once again, I'm your excuse? Is that really the best you can come up with? Is that really all you can fall back on. This is so pathetic. I'm the former No Limit Champion and instead of going after my title, I'm stuck with you, Turner.

TMB shakes his head.

TMB: You know what your problem is, Chris. You have put a value on yourself that is far higher then reality. You have placed your status on the same level as mine and that couldn't be farther from the truth. You are not on the same level as me...hell, you aren't even on the same level as that piece of trash, Ethan Leers. Now..now, if my ears don't deceive me, you want to face me in a wrestling match.

TMB laughs a little.

TMB: You a man who knows nothing about wrestling besides how to swing a chair in a hardcore match, wants to step into the ring with one of the best mat wrestlers in this company. Really...really, Chris? Heh, you know what...I feel that you will not understand just how big the skill level is between me and you until you witness it for yourself one on one. So you know what...I accept your challenge, Chris. You want to wrestle...we will wrestle. And you are going to find out that sometimes...sometimes, you need to be careful of what you ask for. Now excuse me, Turner...unlike you, some of us have more important things to do then waste show time bitching.

The Tron cuts off as the camera switches back to smiling Chris.

Chris Turner: You heard it folks. Next Strife.... Me vs TMB.... And I'm gonna do my best to convince the front office to make it a Hardcore match, cuz I want to make that asshole bleed... A lot!

He drops the mic and exits the ring.

Laura drops Dan’s ankle finally, and he pulls himself away from Seton, forcing the ref to keep her at bay. As he slowly climbs back to his feet, he yells at the ref to keep her away from him as she itches to move forward. The ref separates from the two competitors and Stein charges Laura, who side steps. Dan runs into the corner turnbuckle, slamming his chest into it. He stumbles back, and Laura rolls him up for a quick pinfall.

1...

Stein starts to kick wildly.

2…

Stein puts his hands on the mat by his shoulders and pushes off.

THR—

NO! Stein just barely gets his shoulders off the mat. Laura scrambles to her feet as Stein rolls to his. Stein looks at Laura and smirks, walking forward with his hand up, begging Laura to try to test her strength. Laura walks forward and meets him, placing her hand in hi- LARIAT! Stein levels Laura with a cheap lariat, sending her to the mat. Stein looks at the crowd as they boo him before dropping down to the mat and falling on top of Laura, nonchalantly grabbing her leg.

1…

2…

NO! Laura kicks out, just getting her shoulders off the mat before the referee could get three. Stein smirks and sits down, giving Laura just enough time to stand up and DRILL Stein with a kick to the back of the head, toppling him over. Stein lays across one of the corners of the ring, which gives Laura ample time to climb to the top turnbuckle. The fans begin to stand on their feet as she stands at the top. She leaps off, LANDING on top of Stein HARD with a top rope leg drop! Stein wiggles in pain as Laura falls off of him, grabbing her tailbone in pain. As Laura begins to stir to her feet, Stein groggily does the same, using the ropes as a brace. Laura stands up and turns to Stein who has a hold of the top rope. She spins him around and Stein LOW BLOWS her! The ref was behind Laura and didn’t see Stein do it, though! Laura arches forward, but quickly smiles at Stein, waving her fingers. Dan looks at her with wide eyes as she slaps him, sending him onto his back again. Stein rolls out of the ring quickly.

The ref stands at the ropes, telling Stein to come back in. The ref begins to count as Laura shakes her head. Stein starts to walk around the ring, rubbing his face. Laura looks at the ref, then Stein, runs to the back side of the ring and then right towards Dan and LEAPS THROUGH THE ROPES!

STEIN MOVES! LAURA CRASHES HEADFIRST INTO THE GUARDRAIL, FALLING INTO A HEAP. Laura tries to brace herself with her hands but her already injured wrist gives out! Stein wastes no time, grabs Laura by the hair and drags her to her feet before sliding her into the ring, and following right behind her. Stein looks down at the woman before dropping down on top of her, covering her up. The ref counts.

1…

2…

THRE- NO!!! LAURA PUT A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE! Stein goes bananas! Quickly, he stands on his feet, pulling her away from the ropes. He grabs her by the hair again, standing her up. He looks at her, sizes her up with his fingers like a camera and kicks her in the gut. As she leans forward, he grabs her head, runs up the ring post and NAILS a Sliced Bread #2 on her already dazed and confused body. Laura lies on the mat, as Stein stands up, looking out at the fans. He smirks and puts his arms out in a mocking manner, before running to the ring corner, leaping to the top rope and turning himself around. Laura rolls in pain but Stein doesn’t seem to care as he lands a MASSIVE SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON HER!

Stein coughs hard as he sits up, but realizes the situation and leans back on top of Laura, grabbing her leg. The ref counts again!

1…

2…

THREE!

LAURA’S SHOULDERS MOVE, BUT IT’S TOO LATE! Stein throws his arms up in victory as Laura rolls over, and out of the ring, clutching that injured left wrist to her body.

Josephina Colbert: Here is your winner, advancing to the semi-finals... Daaaaaan.... STEIN!!!

Bryan Harris: Oh... so close there, Laura... but you shouldered out JUST a little bit late! HA HA!!

Jimmy Yates: I don't know why you're getting all excited about Dan Stein winning this match, but...

Bryan Harris: If you don't like the new attitude Dan Stein has going for him, then I don't expect you to care that he won this match.

Alan Ducard: A measure of revenge for Dan Stein, who lost to Laura Seton not long ago in their first ever encounter, and now I suppose the series is all tied up.

Bryan Harris: Don't start talking like they need a rubber match or anything like that. Dan Stein is back on track, don't hold him back.

Cronos Diamante: Oi! Enough. I have something to…

The boo’s grow louder and louder to the point they’re even drowning out the announcers at ring side. Cronos decides to wait it out and leans against the ropes, inspecting his invisible watch around his wrist. As the booing dies down, he raises the microphone to his lips. Before he can get a word out, he is once again drowned out by boo’s. Cronos points to the entrance way and gives a thumbs up, raising and dropping it a couple times then walks to the center of the ring and begins talking.

Cronos Diamante: Oh what’s this? I’m louder! HA! I’m smarter than all of you. The wonders of modern technology, am I right?

Cronos chuckles and looks out at the hostile crowd with an arrogant smirk plastered to his face.

Cronos Diamante: So I was in my locker room, right? I was getting dressed and in walks Smith Cartwright without knocking! You believe that? No, no you don’t. Was worth a short though. So there I am talking to Smithy and he tells me “Cronos, you need to give a reason for your actions or you’re going to be fired.”

Cronos pulls the mic away as the crowd erupts in cheers at the thought of Cronos being fired.

Jimmy Yates: They do like the idea of Cronos being fired, don’t they?

Bryan Harris: These fans need to show Cronos some respect. He’s one of the best out there. It’s not his fault people get jealous.

Alan Ducard: Fired or not, there’s a lot of fans and people in general that wish Cronos had nothing to do with Legacy.

Cronos Diamante: Shutup you idiots. I’m not fired. Good old Belote wants my reason for destroying Marcus’ perfect little world and I’m going to give it to him. You can all consider yourselves lucky to be hearing it!

Cronos smirks at the “You suck” chant beginning.

Alan Ducard: He really is playing with the fans tonight, isn’t he?

Cronos Diamante: So I was sitting at home in New York enjoying a cold beer when I got the call from Marcus. There aren’t very many people who know the number and at first I thought it was Sahara calling. You know? That little <beep> that got smacked with a steel chair?

Cronos shakes his head as the boos begin flooding in but he pushes past them with his microphone volume being louder than them.

Cronos Diamante: Sometimes she would call me about a few things. Used to bitch to me about Marcus’ “little problem.” You know… that LITTLE problem. Yeah. So Marcus tells me he wants me in the AoD. I’m sitting there like… why the <beep> do I want to be in this group? The last AoD was eventually destroyed so stealing the name is retarded. But of course I dropped everything and decided “yeah, ok, I’m game to replace that invalid Lucien” even though I’ve done this song and dance before with Marcus. Take a look.

The jumbotron turns on and goes through a montage of moments in Cronos’ career where Mirage flaked out, highlighting the failed Shades of Grey, Mirage bow out of joining SHOOT Project not once but twice and a conversation about remaking AODWF.

Cronos Diamante: I was in AODWF a long time ago and right when I was about to take on Punisher, which believe me was a big deal back then, Mirage decided to pull his strings with the Mackey’s through their sister Sahara and shut the place down. Aint gonna lie… I was upper mid-card talent back then and that was a big push. That shut down set my career back at least two years. But Cronos, why would you team with Mirage after hating him so much!? It’s simple. I may be one of the big dogs ‘round here but I soak up all the knowledge I can from the most intelligent, vile <beep> out there. Marcus is, was one of them. So I take on the student roll for a time and let him run the show while I sit in the shadows biding my time.

Alan Ducard: Biding his time? I hate to think what that means.

Jimmy Yates: It means he’s had this planned for a long time and he finally decided to do something.

Bryan Harris: It was brilliant!

Cronos Diamante: But we get to this little X-Calibur and Cade Sydal vs. Cronos Diamante and Mirage match and here I am listening to Marcus make the match into some sort of epic battle between him and X, as if it was only X-Calibur and Mirage in the ring with Cade and I as corner men or something. Wasn’t happy about that but I figured, oh well at least he’s focused right? Then Sahara rears her ugly head, now anyway hehe, and convinces him he can’t beat X-Calibur and he pitches some idea of a dive to me. We’ll put in minimal effort and drop to X and Cade. So we drop the belts and lose to those fags Domination the next week with Marcus not doing anything to stop them. It was then I decided I had to step up my efforts. I had to make a very profound and loud statement. Beating him down that night and in front of his daughter wasn’t enough for a man like Marcus Mirage. Oh no, no, no… not enough at all!

Cronos scoffs in the direction of a group of Mirage fans at ringside and continues.

Cronos Diamante: It was time to make Mirage make his final choice. Mirage could stand up and fight and be forced to stop being a lackluster, washed up has-been OR he could leave the business for good. But I couldn’t make it easy for him, could I? I wanted to make it SO HARD for him to turn and leave that if he did he’d never come back if he did, go for the unforgivable ya know? But I didn’t want him to go. I wanted to do something so bad he’d stand and fight and I wanted him in tip top shape.

Alan Ducard: This is twisted. He did what he did so Mirage would stay and fight and not leave Legacy?

Bryan Harris: Absolutely brilliant!

Jimmy Yates: That explains most of it but I really don’t understand why he had to go as far as he did to get that from Mirage. This is much more sinister than he has to be.

Alan Ducard: Well he better get an answer out soon because he’s fired if he doesn’t.

Cronos Diamante: Sahara… yeah… she’s Marcus’ pillar of strength, his foundation, his one light in the dark. But she’s an old foundation from a history so ancient she doesn’t deserve to hold sway over the man. So I had to remove the secret. I had to destroy her. I had to remove her from the face of the wrestling world once and for all. But my reasons aren’t completely evil and sinister. I want Marcus to know I’ve become the master and I’m better than him but I also didn’t do any of this out of complete hatred despite all the let downs and mishaps. Oh no.

Cronos frowns and pulls the microphone away from his mouth.

Jimmy Yates: Don’t tell me…

Cronos sighs.

Cronos Diamante: Not at all! I… I…

Cronos looks up at the crowd with a vile grin on his face.

Cronos Diamante: …I did this to HELP Mirage! Someone had to get rid of the secrecy and the Mirage façade and bring him, the real man, to the surface and force him to fight a fight he had reason to invest his effort into. I attacked his wife and forced his daughter to see her daddy attacked to break his foundation and build him up a brand new one. It’s what the military did to me a long time ago after all. You must first hit rock bottom before you can be rebuilt again. With no foundation and all the trauma in the world, Mirage will now find his center and find that he actually has something to fight for now. You’re welcome for the help, Marcus. Now come get me! Take your revenge!!!

Cronos drops the microphone and exits backstage to another chorus of loud boos, forgoing his theme music just to soak up all the hate with a grin.

The lights in the hallway leading to his locker room are flickering, as though the wiring has been tampered with. Certain portions of the wall are literally BASHED in, and further down the hall there’s the sound of dripping water as it cascades down from the ceiling, courtesy of a broken pipe.

The One Man Riot’s eyes widen, his mouth dropping open at the sight of roaches crawling along the floor, only to race away from the flickering light into the freshly made holes in the walls. There’s a sickly orange glow near the end of the hallway, and Haz continues down this path, knowing that his locker room is one of the last doors on the left.

One moment he’s bathed in harsh fluorescents, and the next he’s feeling his way along the walls amidst total blackness. He finally reaches the end of the hall, which opens up into a large rectangular maintenance area. There’s a trash can in the middle of this area, and it’s been lit aflame, the fire blazing softly as it sends warm tendrils of super-heated air towards Hazard’s uncomprehending face.

A figure stands just behind the trash can, his opaque blue eyes reflecting the inferno before him. The figure leans forward, and we see bleached out hair and finally the maniacal face of Kenji Yamada.

Hazard takes a step forward, his weapons of choice clenching at his sides.

Hazard: Did you do all of this, you sick son of a bitch?

Kenji doesn’t reply, he only leans back against the wall, watching Hazard while crossing his arms at the chest.

Kenji: And I looked, and behold, a PALE horse, and his name that sat on him…was DEATH, and HELL followed with him.

Hazard: What the hell are you raving about?

Yamada responds only with a dry, throaty chuckle…raising one gnarled finger to point behind Hazard’s shoulder.

Kenji: You’re so focused on what is in front of you, when you should be concerned with what is behind you…

Hazard’s eyes grow large, it’s almost as though he can sense a presence lurking in the shadows at his back. The One Man Riot licks his lips, his face growing EXTREMELY cautious, bordering of the very edge of showing intimidation. Hazard turns his head, looking over his shoulder.

No sound. No movement. Only blackness.

Relief floods through Hazard’s veins, and he turns around to face Kenji once more, shaking his head.

Hazard: Mind games, Yamada? Not going to work on---

Before Hazard can finish his sentence, a huge white blur literally SPRINGS forth out of the darkness, fangs bared and white hair flying, and before The One Man Riot can even react, Entragian has wrapped a strand of rusted barbwire around Hazard’s throat. Issac holds onto the rawhide covered ends of the barbwire, and then he just begins to PULL back on it as hard as he can, driving the tiny barbs into the flesh of Hazard’s throat.

Hazard gasps, his hands tearing at the barbwire around his throat, fear-stricken eyes rolling back to gaze up at the pallid demon who holds him at his mercy. Kenji literally puts his face up right next to Hazard's, examining every ounce of anguish on his face as his eyes seem to flutter with a certain...lust...at Hazard's suffering. The Pale Rider LITERALLY salivates, froth hanging at the corners of his mouth, his eyes blasted of anything even AKIN to sanity. Hazard drops to his knees, and Issac takes advantage, planting the underside of his boot in between Hazard’s shoulder blades to add even more torque to the strangulation.

Hazard sputters and gasps, his windpipe constricted completely. With adrenaline flooding through his veins, he manages to somehow fight up to his feet, and whipping his body around he fires himself back, slamming Entragian up against a work bench. Issac’s grip loosens for a moment, and Hazard takes advantage, ripping the barbwire from his throat and tossing it to the floor.

Haz STRUGGLES to pull in oxygen, blood dripping down his neck from several little cuts along the area of his throat. Suddenly Yamada races forward, planting a boot in Hazard’s breadbasket, but Haz manages to recover, beginning to throw fists into Kenji’s face. Kenji’s driven back slightly, but Issac quickly grabs Haz’s shoulder and spins him around, and with his other hand he snatches up a glass bottle and swings his arm in a high arch… SMASHING it against the side of Hazard’s head. Glass sprays against the face of The One Man Riot, and he promptly collapses to his knees, blood starting to pour down his face from a laceration along his temple.

With Hazard dazed, the wolves simply descend, both Issac and Kenji just start STOMPING THE LIVING SHIT out of The One Man Riot, boots fly from all sides as Hazard’s entire body is brutally kicked and stomped. Haz curls up into a fetal position on the floor, Entragian grinding the heel of his boot against Hazard’s injured throat while Yamada fires off stiff kicks into his ribs.

The two psychopaths suddenly make eye contact, as though some sick thought has raced across both of their minds.

Kenji: Mark him.

Issac: With pleasure…

Yamada backs up, and then simply crouches down, watching Hazard as a cruel child would watch a dying insect. Meanwhile Entragian flips Hazard onto his stomach, and then kneels on top of him, slowly ripping his shirt until the back of his shoulder is fully exposed.

Entragian leans down, whispering into Hazard’s ear softly.

Issac: I’m going to give you a new scar. Something for you to add to your collection…but just to forewarn you, this will hurt MUCH more than that little cigarette burn I favored you with.

Entragian’s mouth opens slowly, exposing two rows of razor-sharp teeth. His forked tongue slips out, licking the tips, and without warning, Entragian whips his head down and BURIES his face against Hazard’s shoulder, snapping his jaws closed against the flesh and biting down with all the pressure he can muster.

Hazard SCREAMS at the top of his lungs, the expelled oxygen sending little waves through blood that has pooled beneath his face. He KICKS the toes of his boots against the floor, trying to endure this horrid pain.

After what seems like hours for Hazard, but in actuality was only seconds, Issac withdraws, his animalistic teeth stained a bright red. The Pale Rider grins, a few droplets of Hazard’s blood dripping down past his chin. Kenji watches all of this, his eyes wandering up and down Hazard, covered in blood, and wipes a stream of drool from the side of his mouth.

The One Man Riot’s scream turns into a low and anguished moan, his hand going up to rub at the bite marks along his shoulder. Entragian chuckles, and then lifts Hazard’s head once, only to SLAM it back into the floor as hard as he can.

Issac: How’s it feel…to be the first f*cking sacrifice?

Kenji GRABS the camera and points upward at his face. The whole shot is his grotesques scar ridden face with a hideous smile.

Kenji: How was it? Was it as good for you as it was for us? Was it what you were hoping for? This was the side of us you wanted, isn't it? What's the matter? Is something wrong? I hope not. I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did. I hope so, because this will become common place, rest assured. This will be the new normal. Idol after idol brought down to our level of decrepit putridity. Another blessed child sacrificed to the SCARS. Sacrificed until we are all as one. Every night. Until all are as one.

Kenji turns the camera back around to Hazard on the floor, unmoving. He zooms in on the horrific bite marks on Hazard, it looks as if Hazard had been mauled by a rabid wolf. Kenji zooms the camera right into the wound, flesh barely managing to hang on to Hazard's body, muscle tissue ripping out of exposed flesh with a pink and red hue, and putrid amounts of blood leaking from his wound.

Kenji: Beautiful.

Bryan Harris: Not JUST "any" Tao of Valor Champion, AL. Matthew Dawson. The 2nd man to successfully gain every token, and earn himself a World Title shot as long as he doesn't "X-Calibur it up" and lose the tokens like a chump.

Jimmy Yates: The size and strength advantage was definitely Dawsons, but speed and agility were definitely tipped in Cade's favor.

Alan Ducard: Lets not forget the educated feet of Cade Sydal!

Bryan Harris: Educated: Where did they go? UNC? Duke? Are they Ivy League feet?

Jimmy Yates: Stop.

Alan Ducard: That is exactly what Dawson will try to do to Cade's high impact high speed offense, something he wasn't able to do last year in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament.

Later in the match.

Dawson and Cade are standing center ring. Dawson with a vicious right hand. Cade follows it up with a nasty leg kick. Dawson with a European Uppercut. Cade answered with a knee to the ribs, and quickly took Dawson down with a sweep of the legs. Cade nailed a standing moonsault for a 2 count.

Later in the match.

Dawson was dominating with high impact moves. Suplexes, and a nasty double arm back breaker continued to wear Cade down. But Cade made a great comeback with a nice Pele Kick out of no where. He followed that up with a double stomp, and whipped Dawson into the corner and nailed a nasty Sex With Your Girlfriend (his running shin kick to the face).

Near the end of the match Cade was going for a second SWYG, but Dawson ducked out of the way. Cade avoided being crotched on the top rope, and quickly got on the top rope. Dawson saw this and quickly lunged, knocking Cade's legs out to the side, and crotched him on the top rope. Dawson then delivered a series of nasty right hands while scaling the ropes. He scooped Cade into position for "The Ultimate Highlight", his moonsault fallaway slam. He launched back and nailed it. He hooked a leg and was able to gain the three count.

As the bell rang and Josephina Colbert went to make the announcement, Dawson slid out of the ring and snatch the mic from her hand.

Dawson stands with microphone in hand, and a smirk on his face, and he looks up towards the top of the rampway, pausing for a few moments watching as his opponent exits the ringside area. He takes a moment to look down at an imaginary watch on his wrist as if to say "hurry up" before waving "good bye" mockingly with Cade completely out of sight. It's then that he brings the microphone to his lips.

HOTN: Now that he has limped out of my spotlight, I can get down to business.

The fans are already on Dawson's case, and he responds to their jeers at the last comment.

HOTN: Look, I am The Highlight of the Night, and this spotlight belongs to me, and me alone. There are no crumbs from this master's table for the undeserving dogs ...

The fans jeer even louder and Dawson smiles, relishing their loathing.

HOTN: Tonight LEGACY kicks off the 2010 Hawkins Memorial Tournament, but I want you all to think back to the 2009 tournament, and how in one moment, everything for LEGACY changed. I had Cade Sydal beat in the middle of the ring. I had him dead to right's, just like I did tonight, when that bag of disease, Devastation, stuck his nose where it didn't belong, and he cost me that match and in so doing he put the LEGACY main event scene on ice for an entire year.

The crowd continues, to jeer him, but its evident that Dawson is serious.

HOTN: What did Cade Sydal do after his ill-gotten victory over me? He lost. He lost to a clown. Ronald-freakin'-McDonald - 2009 Hawkins Winner. What happened to the grease-paint failure that was Jester Smiles? He ended-up Yamada bait, and in his wake came the "the reign of the retard", Justin Moron-o, known best for the porno adventures of his crackhead wife and serving as Issac Entragian's lawn dart. Rumor has it that his wife is back to her old "tricks" to pay the bills now that Moron-o has retired to a hospital bed. I mean when your life savings go the way of a crack pipe, what will you have when a real tragedy strikes right? But I digress, and after LEGACY was rid of that extreme failure, we were given the blind squirrel of a champion we have now as he bumped into the gold at the end of the Co-Op Collision. Devastation's interference directly led to the year of the "mediocre marvel". Thank you Baron of Boring for all you've done for LEGACY.

The crowd is really starting to get on Dawson now with a growing "asshole" chant, but the ToV Champion will not be deterred.

HOTN: Yet in spite of all that has happened, I have managed to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat. I have managed to bring some light to this darkness as I dedicated myself to becoming the greatest ToV Champion in LEGACY history, and I did that at Glimmer of Hope as I won my fourth token and have claimed a shot at the World Title. Moreover, its not just what I have won, but how I have done it. If it meant sacrificing my body, so be it. If it meant using a steel chair, I would not hesitate. If it meant breaking the rules or using them to my advantage, well that just makes me smarter than my opponent. The mediocre marvels were typified by unfulfilled potential and unmet goals, but for me, failure is not an option. Each and every time I go out to the ring I am there for one thing and one thing only, that's to win by any means necessary.

The chants grow louder and Dawson is almost defiant in his speech now.

HOTN: That is how an Elite Champion acts. That is how an Elite Champion fights. I am the future of this industry. I am THE standard bearer for this company, and whether your like it or not, my reign isn't over. I am going for token number five, and I am going to establish myself as not just the greatest ToV Champion, but as the finest Champion in LEGACY today. Give me your hate; gve me your loathing, and in return I will give you nothing but pure, unadulterated greatness, because I am Matthew Dawson. I am The Highlight of the Night.

With that "Voodoo Problems" hits once more and Dawson takes his leave.

Gryffin Anselm: Well done out there... champ.

Dawson raises an eyebrow instantly sensing the sarcasm in Anselm's voice. Normally Dawson would either be quick to anger or completely brush him off, but given his good mood in the wake of his victory, he decides to hear Anselm out as it looks as if he has a good bit more to say.

Gryffin Anselm: Something I'm wondering thought, because frankly I'm not that familiar with them... does what you just said out there, that sort of thing, does that placate Adam Davis and Ledge? When I was the leader of The Diabolik, I demanded results, not just words... and yet, when I look at you, I see a guy who's talking a lot and not really achieving anything.

Dawson looks over his shoulder as if to say “who the hell are you looking at” before turning back to Anselm.

HOTN: I’m really not sure who you could possibly be referring to Anselm. I just picked up my fourth Tao of Valor token, and I’m headed for the record breaking number five.

Gryffin Anselm: Riiight, right... and you did mention you’re going for that fifth token, but why, to make history? Because you want to be seen as the TOP Tao of Valor Champion in LEGACY's history?

HOTN: I already am the GREATEST ToV Champion in this company’s history Anselm, and there is no intelligent-sounding argument for anyone else to have accomplished what I have in the division. X-Calibur – uh no. Cade Sydal – well we all just saw how he stacks up against him. Even your old protégé, Morno-o himself can’t compare to me, and he should know that considering I beat him in my very first match here.

Gryffin nods a couple of times and crosses his arms over his chest.

Gryffin Anselm: Of course... your least favorite former roster member. I'm glad you brought Justin up again, because he's an example of why I find it hard to take you seriously.

Dawson chuckles to himself, thinking he's going to be amused by Anselm's reasoning.

Gryffin Anselm: The entire world knows about his problems in his personal life, things you're right in thinking that he's probably still struggling with today. And yet, what did he do? He went out to that ring and successfully accomplished something that you aren't even willing to attempt.

Dawson is less amused by the mention of the J-Mo title reign, and Gryffin chuckles to himself.

Gryffin Anselm: After bitching about how you got knocked out of last year's Hawkins Memorial Tournament and got side-tracked from the main event scene for a year, what did you have to say about how you didn't get picked to compete amongst this year's bracket? The man who is attempting to prove he's "the future of this business" is content to just chase after a fifth token so he can have his name associated to a second-tier championship in the history books?

Anselm shakes his head.

Gryffin Anselm: Did you even hear that there's another spot open in this year's tournament, or are you going to just ignore the tournament all together just because you weren't CHOSEN to be part of it? Seems to me that if you really are the future of this business, you'd at least want to go after that trophy, you know, since you're not willing to cash in those tokens at the biggest pay per view of the LEGACY calendar...

It’s then that Dawson has had enough and he cuts off Anselm.

HOTN: Anselm, I know Entragian smacked you around last time we saw you out at that ring, but I didn’t think the brain damage was permanent. Do you really think I’d be foolish enough to cash in my title shot now? We can all see the writing on the wall as to what the next World Title defense is going to be, and I sure am not going to waste this golden opportunity in some triple threat, let alone in a match not of my choosing. When I cash in that shot, it’s going to be under my terms, with the playing field squarely in my favor. You should know all about that Gryffin, given your history, and it seems to me that you should know all about “second-tier titles” as you called them. Wasn’t it you who christened it the “No Limits Division”?

Dawson looks at Anselm with almost an accusatory tone.

HOTN: Here you are calling me out now when I’m at the peak of a championship run, making history, when you are at your lowest. You used to be smarter than that Anselm. You used to be better than that. You went from one of the biggest bad asses in this federation to playing second fiddle to a wreck of a Champion – Crash – pun intended, to getting all soft and mentoring a flat out pussy like Moreno and letting Entragian get the best of you. It’s sad really, with that “by any means” style, you might have actually fit in with the VIP. Now, I couldn’t care less about what you think of me, because you’re nothing but a shadow of your former self.

Dawson shakes his head and turns to leave, but then he turns back to Gryffin with a smile.

HOTN: You know, LEGACY was foolish to not include me in the Hawkins Tournament, but perhaps they’d be willing to make amends for that mistake. I am The Highlight of the Night and made for the main event. Thanks Anselm, at least you know aren’t completely worthless now, are you?

With that Dawson smirks, and takes his leave.

Alan Ducard: We learned tonight that The Pale Rider and Kenji Yamada have joined forces, and in the midst of this sinister bond the group Project: Scar has been born, a faction hell-bent on desecrating LEGACY and making every human being on this roster over in their own HIDEOUS image…

Bryan Harris: If you want my opinion, I think the concept of Project: Scar is…incredible! Yamada & Entragian are two of the most dangerous and feared superstars in this entire industry, and combined these men can achieve any goal they set their hate-filled eyes on; it’s a matter of time before they spread their influence like a communicable virus…

Jimmy Yates: The depraved duo face their first challenge here tonight as they go up against the formidable team of Patrick Kidd & The One Man Riot. Kidd is a noted monster-slayer, and if anyone can hang with these freaks, it’s The Spirit of OPW.

Alan Ducard: On any other night, Hazard would be a HUGE threat to either Entragian or Yamada, but Scar orchestrated a shocking assault against him tonight, practically ANNIHLATING Hazard backstage earlier in the show. One has to wonder, will this be nothing more than a handicap match, or will Hazard be able to compete after all?

Bryan Harris: Did you SEE what Project: Scar did to Hazard, Alan? Pigs will fly if The One Man Riot manages to stagger his way out here tonight, because the last I saw of him, he was nothing more than a bleeding carcass on the floor

Jimmy Yates: Well I’d like to see how things played out, so let’s roll the footage.

Scar begin stalking down to the ring, the lights dimmed down to only a harsh, red glow. Suddenly both men stop halfway down the ramp, and Issac whips his head to the side, ROARING at a small child sitting in the front row. The little girl gets one look at Entragian’s teeth and she starts to sob and shiver in fear, burying her face against her daddy’s chest. Issac just laughs, and a cold smirk blooms on Kenji’s face as he watches the child’s reaction.

Kenji & Issac climb into the ring simultaneously, going to cut an imposing stance in the very center of the ring. Calculating opaque blue eyes and toxic green eyes watch the ramp, awaiting what they consider to be nothing more than “victims.”

“Rebirth” by Boy Hits Car sounds over the audio system, and out walks Patrick Kidd, his head held high and his eyes like liquid iron. The fans pronounce their affection immediately, jumping to their feet to cheer on the Spirit of OPW as he makes his way down to the squared circle. Kidd stops just shy of the apron, his gaze never leaving the heathens that have commandeered the ring. He turns back towards the ramp, waiting with everyone else to see if The One Man Riot is able to make it out here.

“Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent starts in, and the fans watch expectantly, hoping for a miracle. But almost a full minute passes, and the ramp stands empty, no one emerges from the curtains…and the miracle dies. Kidd sighs deeply, but he keeps his head high, almost resigning himself to his fate and vowing to fight until the bitter end. Entragian smiles like a timber wolf, tapping an invisible watch on his wrist to mock Kidd. Yamada just extends one hand, motioning very slowly for Patrick Kidd to enter the ring, Project: Scar’s white killing field.

Kidd jumps up onto the apron, his eyes blazing with inner courage, and slowly he steps into the ring, facing down the purely demonic creatures that stand before him. Issac’s chest rumbles with silent laughter, and slowly he steps back and exits through the ropes, giving Kenji the honor of starting things out. The bell sounds, and both Kidd & Yamada barrel into each other like wild dogs, and the fists begin to fly. Kidd swings wildly, knowing that this will be all about survival, his right hands connecting hard and fast to the side of Yamada’s head. Kenji is knocked back, but he manages to set his feet and fire a hand up into the sensitive flesh under Kidd’s chin with a throat thrust. Kidd gasps, and Kenji takes advantage, sending several more throat thrusts into the exact same spot, before ending the assault by taking a step back and then launching a boot forward with a yakuza kick that nearly BEHEADS The Spirit of OPW.

Yamada then just kneels down; cradling Kidd’s head while raining down HELLFIRE with his fists, punch after punch aimed right at Kidd’s face. Patrick sputters against the assault, his lip already busted open from the sharp edges of Yamada’s knuckles. Finally Kenji lets up before he can get disqualified, and he immediately grabs up both of Kidd’s legs and locks in a boston crab, digging into the meat of Kidd’s lower back and sending shockwaves of pain up his spine. Patrick’s mouth drops open in silent pain, and he scrabbles along the canvas, trying to somehow break up this submission predicament.

Kidd is finally able to wiggle his way over to the ropes, and he leaps into them like a dehydrated man would leap into a pool of water. Yamada is slow to release the hold, and after he simply snatches up Kidd’s ankle and DRAGS him over to his corner, slapping the pallid hand of LEGACY’s resident IVORY TERROR.

Yamada holds onto Kidd’s ankle, and Issac takes advantage, falling to the side and focusing all of his weight into the point of his elbow, which he promptly drops in between Kidd’s shoulder blades. Kidd squirms after the elbow drop, and Entragian grabs him up and locks in a guillotine choke, rearing back hard on Patrick’s neck, wanting to hear the sweet grind of bone against bone. Kidd’s hands beat uselessly at Issac’s sides, and Entragian responds by driving HUGE knees into Kidd’s head and chest while keeping the choke locked in. After a sufficient number of knee-strikes, Issac just SPINS Kidd down to the canvas like a broken ragdoll.

Surprisingly, “Stranglehold” by Ted Nugent starts to sound in the arena. The crowd immediately rise to their feet with hope looking on at the entrance ramp. Issac continues his assault on Kidd, almost oblivious to the noise while Kenji looks on at the entrance ramp, cold emotionless eyes accompanied by a sneer.

Jimmy Yates: You don't think Hazard would try to come out here after what happened earlier do you...?

The crowd goes absolutely INSANE as Hazard limps his way onto the entrance ramp! He is heavily favoring the shoulder Issac demolished earlier. His throat still a glossy red color from the barbwire and his face still covered in cuts from the glass shattered against it. But the One Man Riot, slowly, limps his way down to ringside.

Alan Ducard: Hazard is still a horrendous mess after what Issac and Kenji did to him earlier. As much as I'd love to see Hazard compete here tonight you have to draw the line somewhere, he is in no shape at all to compete. He can barely get to ringside...

Bryan Harris: Shallow self-centered pride. He's going to get himself killed out here if...

Even Bryan Harris hushes to silence when Kenji hops off the apron and makes his way towards the other side of the ring where Hazard is desperately trying to get up on the apron. The cheering dies out when Kenji grabs Hazard and THROWS him shoulder first into the steel steps! Kenji mounts Hazard and starts throwing closed fists one after another right into Hazard's face, Hazard can't seem to even defend a single blow as the cuts he suffered earlier in the night bust open and spurt blood with every shot. It doesn't take long for Kenji's fists to be covered in Hazard's blood.

Issac, hearing the commotion at ringside, peers over the ropes and becomes entranced with the amount of Hazard's blood Kenji is shedding. His eyes gloss over with delight as he watches Kenji pound away at Hazard, getting a sickening amount of pleasure at seeing Hazard being ripped apart. But, Kidd manages to stagger towards Issac and folds him to the mat with a backslide pin!

1...

2...

Issac POWERS out!

Kenji shows little interest in what is going on in the ring as he drags Hazard to his feet. Kenji literally has to hold Hazard up, it's hard to even tell that it's Hazard with the amount of blood covering his face. Kenji cups Hazard's lifeless cheeks in his hands.

Kenji: And now you shall be beautiful.

Kenji rears back and HEADBUTTS Hazard as hard as he possible can, a loud THUD sounding in the arena as Hazard crumples to the mat. Kenji stands over him, Hazard's blood ALL over him, a sick smile plastered across his face. Meanwhile in the ring Kidd rushes at Issac, looking to turn the tables, but Entragian just beats Kidd into the canvas and cinches in the ankle lock! Entragian grinds and grinds at the ankle, his features masked with sadism. Kenji then picks up the bloody mess that was once Hazard and tosses him into the ring, as though he wants to feed the beast known as Entragian.

The monster suddenly loses interest in Kidd, releasing the ankle lock and tossing him out of the ring headfirst. Issac works very slowly, pulling the bleeding, wrecked hulk of One Man Riot up to his feet, and once there Issac just clamps a hand around his windpipe, staring into his eyes demonically.

Issac: I’ve cooked up something extra special for you…hope you like it.

With that said, The Ivory Terror lifts Hazard HIGH up into the air, holding him there in a military press. Entragian then just THROWS Hazard straight up into the air, and at the same time he drops down to one knee while extending his other knee, and once gravity takes hold Hazard falls out of the sky and his stomach connects VIOLENTLY with Entragian’s knee. Issac smirks after delivering the “Super Disemboweler”; watching Haz carefully as he rolls on the canvas, his legs drawn up against his ruined belly.

The One Man Riot starts to crawl, almost as though he’s trying to get OUT of the ring, leaving a bloody, slug-like smear along the canvas. But Entragian isn’t having this; he leans down and clamps his hand down on Hazard’s ankle, pulling him back towards the center of the ring.

Seeing that Hazard clearly isn't moving and Kidd is not quite ready to be more involved, the referee signals for the bell.

Josephina Colbert: The winners of this match as a result of referee stoppage... Project SCAR!!

The refree tries to insert him in between Hazard and Issac Entragian, but he gets moved out of the way easily by the Ivory Terror. Before the referee can attempt to insert himself again, Kenji Yamada gets into the ring, glaring at the ref. Noticing that Project SCAR aren't going to quit just because of the end to the match being signalled, several road agents and additional referees pour out from the back and get into the ring, finding a way to keep Project SCAR away from Hazard and Kidd, who are both now in the ring trying to recover.

Jimmy Yates: Kidd and Hazard never even stood a chance! Kidd was double-teamed right from the start, and Hazard was likely in no shape to even hink about competing after the attack by Project SCAR earlier tonight.

Bryan Harris: They had a match, they didn't forfeit, and so don't blame Issac and Kenji for showing the world what Project SCAR is capable of doing!

Intern Avery: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is scheduled to wrestle tonight in the main event as a part of the Hawkins Memorial Tournament, long-time fan favorite, The Outlaw Greyson Blade.

With that the camera shifts focus as The Outlaw steps into the shot next to Avery. Dressed in a "Demand Respect" t-shirt, black jeans, and a black bandanna tied around his forehead, he dwarfs the interviewer, and the fans can be cheering in the arena as Avery turns to him.

Intern Avery: Surprising to say, this is your first time participating in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament Greyson - what does this opportunity mean for you?

The Outlaw: Avery we are on the road to Destined for Greatness, the biggest PPV of the year, and on that PPV are the Hawkins Memorial Finals. I said before Glimmer of Hope that as DFG approaches that you were going to see something special from me, that LEGACY was going to see me at my very best, and I can't think of any better way to prove just why I am a Legend in this company and in this industry than by winning The 2010 Hawkins Memorial Tournament on the grandest stage of them all in front of the fans in Atlanta who were some of the first ones to support me in my career.

Intern Avery: Now, Greyson, to get there you'll have to be victorious in your match in tonight's main event, and it appears that due to his recent actions, Cronos Diamante is out, and it appears you'll be facing a new opponent, how does this effect your preparation for the main event.

The Outlaw: Avery, I've always said that I'm willing to take on anyone at anytime, anywhere, and in order to that you have to be prepared for anything. I know that I have what it takes to beat anyone in this company on any given night, and I aim to walk out of that ring tonight with a victory, on my way to winning the HMT.

Just as Blade finishes and before Avery can get out another word, they are interrupted by none other than former HMT winner, Stephen Rawlings.

Rawlings: HAHAH.... That's Hilarious. When did Strife turn into Open Mic night? HAHAH... You ACTUALLY think you have CHANCE? Haha... See, I can't stop laughing. You've gotta be kidding me!

Greyson turns to Rawlings, his eyes narrow, and there is a cold sincerity in his voice.

The Outlaw: Anything but Rawlings. I'm in this tournament to win it, and I will go through anyone, and I mean ANYONE that I have to to do so, especially you. It seems to me that after Co-Op I owe you one.

The Outlaw glares down at Rawlings. Rawlings then smirks and puts his hand on The Outlaw's shoulder.

Rawlings: Listen here buddy... Can I call you Buddy?

The Outlaw: No!

He pulls Rawlings' hand from his shoulder with a look of disgust.

Rawlings: Well then, "Friend", there is something you should know.... Me and The Hawkins Tournament? We're tight... Like Laura Seton's virgin P*ssy tight. We're best pals. TWICE I've been to the finals... This is MY God Damn tournament. So if there was some miracle on 34th street that helped you make it to the finals, after what I saw from you at the Co-op challenge, you won't even last five minutes in the ring with me.

He laughs, which takes some guts standing before The Outlaw.

Rawlings: And I'm not even talking about how I not only eliminated you in the match, and did it in style... I'm talking about you getting OWNED by some weirdo wearing a Ninja costume. That dude owned you hard! Personally I'll don't think you'll even make past your match tonight, let alone a match against me in it. It's a shame ... I wouldn't mind kicking your fat ass all over the ring again!

He turns to Avery.

Rawlings: Better wish your boyfriend luck Avery, he's gonna need every ounce of it he can get.

Rawlings looks The Outlaw up and down and then just laughs. He then leaves, as The Outlaw stares daggers at Rawlings.

The Outlaw gives Dawson the evil eye before heading to the opposite corner, and just as the official is about to say something to Blade, drawing his attention, Dawson charges him, attacking before the bell sounds. He leaps up, wrapping around Blade's head, and falling back, driving his knees up into the back of Blade's skull with incredible ferocity, delivering his signature move that Blade never saw coming. Dawson immediately screams at the official to ring the bell as The Outlaw lies motionless on the canvas! The fans gasp as they hear the "dings" throughout the arena and Dawson then makes the lightening quick cover, hooking the leg, for the one, two - a two count only! The crowd roars as Blade gets the shoulder up, and the conniving Dawson slams his fist against the canvas in frustration that his Pearl Harbor salvo didn't pick up the surprise win.

In spite of his frustration, Dawson is still in control as he pulls Blade back up to his feet, and hooking his head, he spikes him down with a quick DDT, and again makes the cover, but again The Outlaw manages to kick out, much to the fans delight. They are worried, however, at how Dawson has managed to get the early advantage. Wrestling once may have weakened Dawson, but being put in this "underdog/desperate" situation may have made The Highlight of the Night even more dangerous. Dawson stomps away on The Outlaw as Blade crawls towards the ropes, and finally Dawson drops down and begins choking Blade over the second rope. Breaking for the count, Dawson takes off across the ring, and on the rebound he leaps, dropping his body weight down on Greyson, driving and choking him against the ropes. Blade rolls off the rope, clutching his throat, and Dawson brings him back to a vertical base. The Highlight of the Night pulls him into the standing headscissors, and begins to lift up, looking for a piledriver, but The Outlaw manages to put on the breaks, and takes Dawson up. Blade reaches around and hooks Dawson by the neck, and drops straight down, driving The Highlight of the Night head/neck first into the canvas with the belly to back piledriver (Kryptonite Krunch)!

The fans roar with the impact, but both men are down after the move, and the cheering continues as they will The Outlaw to get back to his feet and beat Dawson to the punch. He does just that. The Outlaw rears and just as ToV Champion gets to his feet, he delivers an incredible uppercut that knocks Dawson up into the air off of his feet and sends him crashing to the canvas, and it's on. The Outlaw pulls Dawson to his feet, and drives him back into the turnbuckles, firing off a series of mini-killshots in the corner. Before Dawson can fall out, however, Blade fires off multiple big elbows to the side of the head. Dawson is almost out on his feet and Greyson starts stomping away at him, kicking him over and over again, driving him down in the corner. With each kick the cheers grow louder and louder until the ToV Champion looks like a beaten dog on the canvas. The Outlaw pulls a semi-lifeless Dawson to his feet, and hooks him, taking him up and over with Greyson's version of an Angle slam. With the impact, The Outlaw rolls and makes the cover, hooking the leg. In spite of Blade's quickness, he only manages to get a two count from the impact maneuver. Greyson looks down at Dawson in disgust, but he's right back on the attack.

The Outlaw pulls the ToV Champion up to his feet and tosses him off with the Irish whip, and Blade charges after him and delivers a devastating clothesline that flips Dawson in mid-air. As Dawson lands, The Outlaw moves into the cover with the opportunity to advance in the Hawkins Memorial Tournament on the line, but unfortunately for The Outlaw, the ToV Champion manages to get his should up in the nick of time. Greyson pulls Dawson to his feet and wraps him for the powerbomb and takes him up, but Dawson manages to get in a few punches, and he takes Blade over with a hurricanrana into a pin! Blade struggles as his legs are hooked, and does manage to beat the three count, but he's slow to his feet and Dawson meets him with a dropkick.

The dropkick further disorients Blade, and Dawson hooks him for the Russian legsweep. Dawson flips through with the jackknife pin, and again puts Blade in peril, and again The Outlaw responds with the kickout. Before Blade can get his bearings, Dawson drops with an elbow, and pulls The Outlaw into a text book Boston crab. The Outlaw struggles as Dawson wrenches on the hold. The Outlaw's spine is being bent, contorted, but he fights the pain with all he's worth and crawls slowly to the ropes. With each inch the crowd grows louder, and finally they cheer in relief as Blade grabs the bottom rope. Dawson holds on until the last possible moment before a five count could disqualify him. After breaking the hold, Dawson hooks Blade, looking for a suplex, but Blade hammers his way out, and in the reversal hooks Dawson and drives him into the canvas with a Rock Bottom!

Upon once again taking the advantage, The Outlaw pulls Dawson up and hits a spinning clothesline followed by the inverted fireman's carry into a backbreaker which can only get two. The Outlaw jumps on Dawson and begins hammering away with a series of rights and lefts. Dawson tries to block, but Blade's onslaught is relentless. Finally with his defenses down, The Outlaw rocks him with a big head butt. Greyson pulls Dawson up and into the belly to back suplex position. From there he flips Dawson off his shoulder and into a falling chokeslam, and goes for the pin, but again Dawson kicks out. The Outlaw pulls Dawson up and hammers him with multiple knees against the ropes, but upon scooping him up, Dawson hooks him and takes him into a small package pin. Unlike against JT, Blade is able to kick out of this roll-up. As he stands though, Dawson floats over on him and blasts him with a DDT! Dawson takes a breather for a moment and pulls Blade up and positions The Outlaw with a belly to back suplex.

Dawson climbs the buckles as the fans rise up for the big move. He zeros in on his target and leaps off, connecting with a big frogsplash! Dawson covers, but can only get a two count. The Highlight of the Night goes for the Irish whip, but Blade reverses into The Outlaw Drop. The fans go crazy as they know what's coming. As Dawson stands, Blade charges, looking to level Dawson with the Killshot. However, Dawson manages to side step, and take The Outlaw down with a big neck breaker as he staggers out of the buckles back towards the center of the ring. Dawson again goes to the top rope, and he waits for The Outlaw to stand, looking for his patented top rope bulldog. However, just as he leaps, The Outlaw turns and lowers his shoulder and proceeds to break Dawson in half, Killshotting him out of mid-air! The fans go crazy with the impact and The Outlaw covers the ToV Champion for the one, two, three! The bell rings as the fans cheer, and Josephina Colber announces The Outlaw as the winner. The official moves over to raise Blade's hand in victory, and just as he does, a Black-clad figure comes hurtling down from the rafters into the ring behind Blade!

He unhooks his repelling line, and steadies his kendo stick. As The Outlaw turns the ninja ROCKS him with a shot right between the eyes, staggering him and busting him open. With Blade in a defenseless state, the ninja seizes the opportunity and hammers away at him with shot after shot striking Blade about his head and neck, and when he tries to cover up into his ribs and back. Finally when he stops covering up the ninja hits a huge shot across the forehead, and puts the stick around Blade's throat before dropping back and slamming Blade into the canvas, using the kendo stick to hit a variant of the Edge-O-Matic. The ninja rises back to his feet, and stands over a beaten Outlaw, reveling in his own violent handiwork.

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

Alan Ducard: It was an intense, hard-fought match between these two competitors, but The Outlaw comes out on top and will advance in the HMT.

Bryan Harris: Well before you get into too much love for The Outlaw, I have to hand it to our ToV Champion for stepping up and giving that kind of performance after already wrestling once. He may not have moved on in the tournament, but he showed why he is the future of this company. As for Blade, he will advance alright Ducard, but he didn't look much like he won here after he was once again beaten and humiliated by our own resident man in black. I don't hold out much hope for him next week - Rawlings was right.

Jimmy Yates: Don't count him out Bryan. The Outlaw has overcome the odds before, and he's not the kind of guy you want to consistently mess with - The ninja has had his moments, but when The Outlaw gets his hands on him, I'm sure there is going to be hell to pay, and I for one can't wait for that to happen. It might even happen next week.

Alan Ducard: Well gents, we'll just have to find out won't we as the HMT tournament continues, and we have another great FX title defense. I also have heard we'll have some exciting tag team action as well gents. It's going to be another great show, so don't miss it.

With that the studio image fades to the LEGACY logo and we are out.