LEGACY Wrestling Presents: Independence Day

LEGACY Wrestling Presents: Independence Day (7/5/14)

@ The Carson Community Center

w/ Len Ragatti & Tracy Race on Commentary

Preview & Card Summary

A day after America's birthday-- July 5th of 2014-- LEGACY Wrestling will be BACK in the Carson Community Center and somehow, will look to provide the same amount of action and twists as it's debut show; Friday the 20th provided. A shocking evening that seen many newcomers get their shot in the light-- as well as saw the return of old faces, probably THEE shocker of the night came when Alyssa Pryde completely MASHED Petey Bauer.. only to be confronted and then.. swerved in distraction, leaving Drew Stevenson to put down a brutal assault.. and then siding with his [once] enemy-- now agent, Decaine in what proves to be a match made in hell.

Featured on Independence Day though will be a much more straight forward wrestling extravaganza, the triple threat and four-way dance matches cease to exist. Kicking the evening off we look to new blood to get us going as Hayden Phoenix is a BRIGHT prospect in the business-- and he'll clash with Ian Windermear who's looking to get on track after the beat down WASTE provided him with. Phoenix is said to be the next 'breakout star' so testing him against Ian Windermear, who was seconds away from putting Matt Ward down in Ward's own environment will no doubt be something to see!

Recently returned Matt Matlock, who chased Drew Stevenson off at the end of the evening on Friday the 20th will make his in-ring debut against new-comer, Silas Romero. Matlock is a vet that's been around for a while, despite being away from the ring for a while we doubt ring-rust has set in. He squares off against the tattooed bad boy, Silas Romero who considers himself 'The Knockout Supreme'. Will Matlock manage to work up some momentum as he charges forward to continue his path after Matlock or will Romero manage to.. 'knockout' Matlock's inspiration and make a name for himself in LEGACY in the process?

In the only 'special attraction' match of the evening.. After the mini-brawl Brixton and AAG was involved in at Friday the 20th, Bonecrusher and AAG PLEADED with LEGACY Officials that they have the same opportunity to get a handicap match.. and their wish was granted. We'll see Adrian Abernanthy Gates with Johnny Bonecrusher take on Terry John who was featured in a 4-Way Dance and lost-- and Ryan Hawkins, a 'pro' in handicap matches despite being DOMINATED by Brixton-- as the two look to try their luck as a partnership to take down The Gentlemen's Thug.

'Above Average' Joe Cooper, a newcomer to LEGACY wants to quickly pick up where he left off over in LEGACY's affiliate-- ICWA and what better opportunity than to face off against 'The Showstealer' Alex Andrews? Despite Andrews finding himself in a tough place against Bulldozer Brixton on Friday the 20th, he has a shot at redemption as he battles Cooper in a match that could shoot either one of these individuals into the spotlight!

WASTE.. LEGACY's antivenom was on a roll at Friday the 20th, Not only did they shock the masses by securing Cameron Kaiser as a member, but with the vicious beatings of Ian Windermear and Masen Dysen, they cemented themselves as a force to be reckoned with. Kevin Moss had a few words with Petey Bauer-- words that The Brass didn't appreciate and thus-- he finds himself in his debut against Aiden Marx-- one of the ruthless members of WASTE!

Putting on a hell of a show against Scotty Addams in what was a hotly contested match up, with an assist from Zarek Lyle, Joey Edwards managed a disqualification win. This time, again with his manager Richard Steen-- Edwards looks to tangle with another LEGACY newcomer, Mike Harrison. Not much is known about Harrison around these parts but he's willing and eager to get his career going.. who better to test his ability against, than The Spokesman of the Generation?!

Ruby Red-- or as Christian Othniel coined her-- 'The Crimson Queen' comes hot off the heels of victory last week after taking down Zoe-- and looks to continue her winning ways against newcomer-- Rina Kirilos. Much like Bobby Langford and Matt Ward, these two couldn't be ANY more different. While Ruby will use WHATEVER advantage she can find to secure victory- Rina is traditional and will work her butt off to make sure she wins.. What'll happen when these two clash!?

The fallout of the 4-Way Dance where BOTH men were declared winners, Noah Adelaide didn't appreciate Kaiser and WASTE's actions after when they sidelined Masen Dysen in a brutal attack.. so after the match? Noah made it clear that he wants Cameron Kaiser one on one-- whether or not that happens with WASTE lurking around every corner remains to be seen- but Noah has Frank Washington in his corner-- he's DEFINITELY an equalizer.

Bobby Langford picked up a HUGE victory over Brandon Marks in the Triple Threat Match-- despite his on-going feud with Christian Othniel-- LEGACY Officials wanted to see Langford in a totally different element.. which is why he finds himself squared off against Matt Ward-- member of WASTE. Langford and Ward's styles are TOTALLY different, Langford, an athlete will battle Ward, a fighter-- in what maybe the show stealer of the evening.

And featured in the second main event slot in a month-- With the shocking conclusion of Friday the 20th as Decaine siding with his long time nemesis Drew Stevenson and partially the reason why Alyssa Pryde snapped and thus was suspended indefinitely by Petey Bauer, Stevenson and Decaine look to tangle with a familiar foe in Duke Andrews. With Decaine's new-found partnership with Drew make him stronger than he already was.. or will Duke Andrews find a way to upset The Emerald?

Also Featuring: Zarek Lyle made his STUNNING return and cost his long time tag team partner and once best friend Scotty Addams his match against Joey Edwards. Both Zarek AND Scotty will be on hand on Saturday the 5th a night where Zarek has asked for an open mic and wants to address LEGACY. Look for Christian Othniel to have some sort of interaction as well, after his near battle with Bobby Langford, it can't be over between the two. It's unknown whether or not Alyssa Pryde will attempt to test Bauer's indefinite suspension he put down on her after she attacked him-- also, look for Bulldozer Brixton-- THE TITAN-- that completely DOMINATED his match as he will be watching closely as Adrian Abernanthy Gates attempts to do the same.. And also, expect to see The Treborns and Lozios on hand- whether or not they can keep away from each other after that nail-biting battle remains to be seen! All this and MORE.. at Independence Day on July 5th, 2014!

Drew Stevenson w/ Decaine vs. Duke Andrews (Singles Match)
Bobby Langford w/ Frank Washington vs. Matt Ward (Singles Match)
Noah Adelaide w/ Frank Washington vs. Cameron Kaiser w/ The Lady of Babylon (Singles Match)
Ruby Red vs. Rina Kirilos (Singles Match)
Joey Edwards w/ Richard Steen vs. Mike Harrison (Singles Match)
Kevin Moss vs. Aiden Marx w/ Angelica Night (Singles Match)
Joe Cooper vs. Alex Andrews (Singles Match)
Adrian Abernanthy Gates w/ Johnny Bonecrusher vs. Terry John and Ryan Hawkins (1 on 2 Handicap Match)
Silas Romero vs. Matlock (Singles Match)
Hayden Phoenix vs. Ian Windermear (Singles Match)
Wayne Williams vs. Miles Lozio (Singles Match)

Intro

"Ladies and gentlemen.. Peter 'The Brass' Bauer.."

Unlike two weeks ago, there wasn't a theme that'd hit as it wasn't a moment of celebration. After the beating he took from the hands of Alyssa Pryde when he placed a ban on inter-gender wrestling, there was speculation on if Bauer would be able to get to the show, let alone successfully fulfill the tasks his job entails. Emerging from behind the curtain to a round of boos from the crowd, we see Petey Bauer rocking a gray colored suit, black dress shirt beneath and of course black dress shoes. With a limp, Bauer paused at the top of the ramp and nodded at the boos, almost as if he he was hearing something totally different than what was being sounded- Bauer's right hand reached up and grabbed at the neck-brace around his neck, all as across his forehead was a huge white bandage that covered the wound Pryde inflicted.

Len Ragatti: Seems like Mister Bauer managed to make the show afterall!

Tracy Race: To say Alyssa Pryde snapped would be a total understatement, I see what Stevenson meant by saying he didn't feel comfortable being in the same place with her at the same time. I'm not the biggest Bauer supporter by any means but she WRECKED him at Friday the 20th.

Crutch by crutch, Bauer made his way down the aisle that lead to the ramp, fans pointed and laughed in his direction which let a frown move across Bauer's face-- he was no doubt hurting from that attack. Using the steps provided to the left of the ring, Bauer slowly moved himself up all as he reached the ring apron- barking an order at Rob Hendricks, Hendricks hurried over and opened the ropes for The Brass, allowing him to get into the ring and move to the center. Snatching the mic away from Hendricks, Bauer stood dead center as he let his eyes scan the arena, the frown didn't move across of his face it remained as sour as ever. Moving the mic towards his lips gingerly, he flinched in pain-

Petey Bauer: You're too kind, really..

Tracy Race: "Yeah.. That's a pretty confirming chant over what the fans think regarding Bauer and his decisions.."

"BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS!"

Tracy Race: ".. absolutely.. BOOMING!"

Petey Bauer: "After.. The sacrifice I made to be here tonight, this is how you repay me!? You treat me in THIS manner!? I've done nothing but lead LEGACY down a great path since Friday the 20th! The promotion's name is at the tip of tongues across the world and yet, you're saying I suck!?"

Tracy Race: "Insult the man all he wants but he DOES have a point there. Even if his decision last week to ban inter-gender matches- which lead to Pryde attacking him and then Decaine stunning the world by pulling a fast one and running distraction long enough for Drew Stevenson to do some damage."

Len Ragatti: "Anyone that knows the history between the two.. that's a totally.. 'wow' kind of move."

"BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS!"

Petey Bauer: "I d- I DON'T SUCK!"

"BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS!"

Beginning to get red in the face, Bauer- out of complete habit, scratched the side of his neck in a rigors manner, all as he shook his head-

Petey Bauer: "My doctor told me to stay off of my feet! To stay at home and rest! To get some peace and quiet but I told him 'No, I can't do that to MY people' and 'my people' are you people! Each and everyone of you, no matter how disrespectful and ungrateful you come across!"

"WE WANT ALYSSA!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "WE WANT ALYSSA!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "WE WANT ALYSSA!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Scrunching his nose, Bauer looked totally disgusted at the chants thrown in his direction. Moving the mic, again in a gingerly fashion away from his lips, Bauer balanced on his crutches and cocked his head back as far as the neck-brace would allow, the chants didn't seem to be quieting down, only getting louder at this point. A camera swirled around the arena at the HUGE show of appreciation Alyssa managed to get despite being suspended, all as Bauer raised the mic back up-

Petey Bauer: "WELLLLLLL, YA NOT GONNA GET HER!"

Len Ragatti: "Aw, come on Bauer!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Petey Bauer: "You know why you're not gonna get her?! Because *I* SUSPENDED HER!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Petey Bauer: "And I enjoyed every.. single.. second of it! Watching her get LASHED like the INSIGNIFICANT WASTE OF SPACE SHE IS! I loved watching Drew Stevenson break that kendo stick across her back.. I thought she was so hardcore!? I thought she liked to 'eat people's faces'!? The only thing she ate was her stupid words after Drew got the best of her!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Petey Bauer: "But you know why I COULDN'T miss tonight? Not because I've got HUGE announcements to make regarding the future of LEGACY Wrestling's Championships, but because I decided on something- I made a huge decision, well two huge decisions- both of which will impact the future going forth. The first.. Alyssa Pryde, yes Alyssa- remove that barbed-wire bat from in between your legs and toss aside the paint thinner, love. I told you last week that you were indefinitely suspended for what you did to me- which.. by the way was nearly break my neck and left me with a hundred and ninety five stitches across my forehead from you trying to EAT MY FACE!"

The camera zoomed in on a shot of Bauer's forehead which was heavily bandaged, all as he continued.

Petey Bauer: ".. so as I was laying, helplessly I may add in my hospital bed.. subjected to third-rate meals and watery Jello, an idea struck me.. What if-- I lift Alyssa Pryde's suspension? What if I do what you people want and actually LIFT the suspension IMMEDIATELY!?"

"YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Petey Bauer: "So I had that idea and I tinkered with it-- and you know what? I came to the conclusion that maybe my actions, they deserve a different resolution. So-- not because I feel as if you people deserve it, because let's face it, for a few more hundred bucks a night we could of been running this show out of a MUCH better arena in Santa Monica--"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Petey Bauer: "I decided.. As off tonight, Alyssa Pryde's status is hereby changed from indefinitely suspended back to being an active competitor!"

Len Ragatti: "W- W- WHAT?!"

The fans POPPED at the sound of that, all as Bauer let off a huge exhale, knowing that he did the the 'right thing' by the fans, even if he, himself didn't see it that way.

Petey Bauer: "Yeah, you enjoy that-- soak it all up.. take it all on, pause for a brief second and bask in the moment.. Because as fast as I brought her back from the brink of extinction- I'm putting her back there as effectively even MORE immediately- ALYSSA PRYDE.. YOU'RE FIRED! TERMINATED! DONE! YOU'LL NEVER WRESTLE IN THE STATE OF CALIFORNIA AGAIN!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Len Ragatti: ".. wow."

Pumped up now, Bauer nodded.

Petey Bauer: "YOU'RE NOTHING! A NOBODY! SCUM! AND THERE'S NO PLACE ON THIS ROSTER OR IN THIS COMPANY FOR SOMEONE- NO, SOMETHING LIKE YOU! EXPECT YOUR TERMINATION PAPERS TO BE DELIVERED VIA USPS, NOT EVEN UPS! NO FEDEX! IT'S NOT EVEN FIRST CLASS, SO SUCK ON THAT!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Petey Bauer: "Yeah, NOW you boo. Now you jeer! I just took someone you held on a pedestal and slapped them off like the useless WOMAN she is! And that's not even a knock against any of the ladies we've got here- that's nothing against Ruby Red who I find to be an exquisite talent! That's a knock against the delusional Alyssa Pryde who thought she could put her grungy paws on ME and get away with it! EH- EH! Tell me how the unemployment office is when you get there Pryde- as a matter of fact, I'll do you one better- once you're there, you'll find out that I'm giving you a HORRIBLE review from ex-employer.. I guess it's back to the high school gyms and trampolines for you!"

Tracy Race: "I don't know if Pryde knocked something loose in Bauer's head but he's steamrollin' tonight! The guy is RAGING!"

Petey Bauer: "Now that.. THAT'S out of the way- next announcement, something far more important than the face-eater who had her career eaten by an ICON.."

"DREW SUCKS! DREW SUCKS! DREW SUCKS!"

Petey Bauer: ".. I believe I said that I was going to introduce the idea behind the championships here in LEGACY-"

"YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The fans gave Bauer a pretty sizable pop for the mention at the championships, all as Bauer shook his head and exhaled deeply.

Petey Bauer: "You people are totally bi-polar, aren't you?"

"YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Petey Bauer: "Anyway.. I'm proud to say.."

Slipping a pause into his words, Bauer smirked as he shook his head.

Petey Bauer: ".. nah. You're not worthy of the announcements at this time and place. Maybe at the NEXT show I'll decide to give you the scoops. Until then? I LOVE YOU ALL!"

George Thorogood & The Destroyers - Bad To The Bone

The fans- despite hitting Bauer with a HEAVY round of boo's stopped DEAD in their tracks once that iconic intro to 'Bad to the Bone' by George Thorogood blasted over the PA. Bauer's smirk evolved into a FULL-FLEDGED smile as he applauded lightly, all as moving through the curtain- a man who's hair was as out of control as his beard was.. the look in his eye, his tattered clothing and everything about him read.. INSANE..

Len Ragatti: "WH- WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!?"

Staring into the camera with his mouth [sorta] open-

Tracy Race: "What the.. I- Is that.. 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider?!"



Surely, it was. 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider had faded from wrestling glory over the past few years, his whereabouts unknown.. up until now. Marching down to the ring, Schneider rolled beneath the bottom rope and pushed himself up, Bauer stretched his hand out- but Schneider didn't bother with a handshake, instead he pulled the MUCH shorter Petey Bauer into him and locked him in.. what was supposed to be an affectionate hug that was more like a crippling, spine straightening bear-hug. As Bauer let off a LOUD yell, Schneider let Bauer go, all as Bauer grabbed at his back with his free hand while the theme cut off the PA as he winced but raised the mic back to his lips.

Petey Bauer: "Instead of giving you insignificant clowns the satisfaction of being in the 'in-group' of knowing what the future plans is with the LEGACY Championships- how about if I do you ALLLLLLLLL a favor and introduce you to my NEW-- head of personal security, the one.. the only.. 'Perfectly Sane'.. Maxwell Schneider. Let's see Alyssa Pryde get crazy now!"

"MAX- WELL- SCHNEI- DER!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "MAX- WELL- SCHNEI- DER!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "MAX- WELL- SCHNEI- DER!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Petey Bauer: "I've given this man a job to ensure my safety

Schneider's crazy look didn't fade, he continued to look on-edge, all as Bauer smiled, nodded and tossed the microphone over his shoulder- allowing 'Bad to the Bone' to kick in again.

Len Ragatti: "Bauer has a certified PSYCHOPATH as his bodyguard?! Does he have a deathwish!?"

Tracy Race: ".. unorthodox but I can see why. You can never be too safe, Ragatti- who's going to attempt to make a move at you when you've got THAT crazy bastard getting paid to protect your best interests?!"

With the fans in a frenzy from cheering on the returning Maxwell Schneider, to booing Petey Bauer for gypping them of news regarding the championships, 'Perfectly Sane' made sure Bauer let the ring and followed him up the aisle as the two would eventually disappear behind the curtain.. what a way to kick the show off..

Treborns' Promo

Opening up on the smug face of Prince Treborn, we find actually BOTH of the Treborns [Prince and Ripper] sitting not too far apart from each other in the back of The Carson Community Center somewhere. Prince had a bottle of Fruit Punch flavored Gatorade in his hands, all as Ripper was tanking a bottle of water.

Prince Treborn: "This should be great entertainment- two shows in a roll.. two failures.. What a bunch of losers."

Taking a gulp from the bottle, Ripper tipped it in Prince's direction.

Ripper Treborn: "I don't know how many times we've said it, the Lozios are the lowest of the low. They won't understand until they see it for themselves, I'm glad Miles is going to go out there and take a stab at a solo career, it'll only make what we say come to be MUCH faster."

Prince Treborn: "No doubt Rip.. Oh.. Well, hey.."

The camera suddenly panned backwards and there-- standing about four to five feet away from where The Treborns were seated, we see Dante Lozio. As built and ripped as Dante was, despite his physique, he still didn't have a grasp on his true potential and promise-- all as he rolled his shoulders forward.

Dante Lozio: "I think it's time someone told you guys this to your faces.."

Amused as told by the expressions etched across their faces, Prince and Ripper smirked and looked back at Dante, all as Prince took a step forward not before Ripper could put his right arm in front of his smaller- but much more ballsy cousin before something went down-

Ripper Treborn: "Spit it out."

Dante Lozio: "We've gotta talk- no cameras- nothing crazy-- just man to man."

Taken back by Dante's sudden turn of interest to actually SPEAK to Prince and Ripper, the cousins exchanged looks again all as Ripper moved his arm away from Prince's chest, as Prince nodded and pointed beyond the camera and looking towards it.

Prince Treborn: "You heard the man, get the hell out of here before we break your legs."

The camera man didn't want to test the words of the three who stood in a tense environment.. as he left- the door was heard being SLAMMED behind him all as the camera turned towards the hall before cutting off to a quick round of black- then being replaced by static for a for seconds.. until the camera returned back to ringside where Wayne Williams and Miles Lozio had already gotten into the ring and was standing nose to nose in the center-- exchanging trash talk apparently.

Len Ragatti: "What's THAT about?! The guy's brother is about to have a match that could help get them back on track while he's conversing with the enemy!"

Tracy Race: "You can't hold Dante liable for something that's thirty years old! The kid is what- in his late twenties?! He wasn't even around to see things in it's prime! He wants to talk, maybe hammer out a treaty so BOTH families can move on from this and actually achieve something other than a win against the other side?"

Len Ragatti: "No offense Race, I know you've been around this business for much longer than I have-- but I'm REALLY familiar with these two sides and.. that's what they live for- the ability to KEEP bragging rights on their side.. So yeah, by Dante completely forgetting about his brother during Miles' match to go and chat it up with Prince and Ripper, it's a definite sign of disrespect- it's a slap in the face for not just Miles- but to their father who CO-SIGNED the hatred.. Rocco Lozio!"

Wayne Williams w/ Richard Steen vs. Miles Lozio

It was clear from the sound of the bell that Miles and Wayne both had something to prove here. Williams wanted to make sure that he left a lasting impression with the fans and promotion- Miles on the otherhand already started his LEGACY career off wrong- with a lost, one that set him back [in his mind] and his family.. decades. Both wanted to show that they belonged here tonight as LEGACY was beginning to catch some attention for being that promotion on the brink of blowing up and crashing through that glass ceiling. The match though- it showcased a whole different bunch of skills from both parties. Wayne Williams, the debuting party definitely put on a show for the fans to appreciate despite multiple showings of arrogance. Williams wasn't the only one that managed to get a good showing in though as Miles Lozio, who wasn't restrained by the chains of tag team wrestling showcased his world-class ability on the mat, several times stopping Williams on the mat with submission after submission- he eventually would come close to getting Williams to tap after a BEAUTIFUL show of chain-wrestling which led to Lozio locking in a modified knee-bar.. but Williams fought through and reached the ropes before he could tap. The match pace wasn't very fast, but it wasn't necessarily slow neither. Miles maintained control by keeping Williams OFF of the turnbuckle and OUT of the air where he had the clear-cut advantage. By forcing Williams to actually WRESTLE, something that Miles was trained to do since he was a child, that pushed Williams to engage in a wrestling match, to which he clearly saw he wouldn't win. Williams speed however, was the difference as despite Miles' best attempts to keep the matches going on the mat- Williams would find a way to get things back on HIS side as he was explosive. Any and every irish-whip gave Williams an opportunity to reverse things and get momentum going in HIS favor- whether it was with a huge dropkick or even a flashy quick reversal.. it did the trick. As the match winded on, Miles' strategy seemed to be going as planned, only he completely underestimated Williams' X-Factor; Richard Steen. After Miles managed to reverse Williams and landed a HUUUUUUUGE overhead release German Suplex that folded Williams for a brief second, much like with his other client; Joey Edwards, Steen got himself involved in the battle and caught Miles' attention. Whether or not it was Miles' lack of experience in solo competition- he gave Steen enough of a window to distract him which led to Williams finding his way to his feet- and got a 2 count; near fall, which got things rolling back in Williams' direction. With "LET'S GO MILES" chants breaking out several times during the course of the match. But it seemed like Williams was proving to be TOO tough of a task for the veteran.. Or was he?

Len Ragatti: "WHAT A MATCH! WHAT A WAY TO KICK OFF INDEPENDENCE DAY!"

With Williams recovering from a stiff right hand, Miles was dazed from a enzuguri that Williams fired off and connected with-- but that didn't stop 'The Golden State Warrior'. Pressing on, showing the heart of a warrior- Miles stepped in and let Williams throw another wild right hand which he ducked beneath- as he popped up, he locked Williams in a body-to-body position and with no hesitation, he snapped- plucked Williams OFF of the mat and planted him with a solid suplex.

Tracy Race: "Crisp.. How crisp was that?! Can't throw a better suplex than Miles Lozio!"

One..

Two..

TH- KICKOUT!

Steen looked as if he was about to go absolutely bananas by how close that pin was, but The Wonderman lived up to his nickname and kicked out.

Len Ragatti: "WILLIAMS WITH THE KICKOUT! WILLIAMS WITH THE KICKOUT!"

The match would continue, as it eclipsed the fifteen minute mark, they had fans on their feet, applauding the effort of both men as Miles and Wayne showed that they're far from ordinary scrubs. Ir was however, Richard Steen that proved to be the edge that would push Wayne Williams over- all as Miles Lozio dropped his guard for one second too long..

After a THIRD enziguri connected across the back of Miles' head, he was woozy.. that was a given. But Wayne Williams sent Miles into the ropes as Miles hit it, he came back and looked to throw a pretty stiff clothesline which caused Wayne to duck beneath it. Running into the ref on 'accident'- Official Polanski stumbled off to the side, allowing Steen to quickly hop onto the ring apron as Miles was stretched across of it trying to find a sense of balance and CRACKED Miles across the back of the head with a right hand decorated with brass knuckles..

Len Ragatti: "THAT DIRTY BASTARD!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Miles clutched at his head in pain as he fell forward and rolled- Steen dropped down to the ground JUST at the right time and pointed at the fallen Miles Lozio to Wayne Williams- Williams hustled towards the corner, hopped up on the turnbuckle and SOAAAAAAAAAAAARED through the sky, catching some HUGE hangtime in the process as he CRASHED across of Miles Lozio with his variation of the frog-splash he coined 'Victory Denied'.

Tracy Race: "HAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGGGTIMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE!"

ONE!

Len Ragatti: "DAMN THAT STEEN!"

TWO!

Tracy Race: "Wayne Wilson got froggy!"

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Len Ragatti: "DID HE KICK-!?"

THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "Yooooooourrrrrrrrr winnerrrrrrrrr.. WWWWWWAYNNNNNNNEEEE.. WWWWWWILLLLLLLLLLLLIAAAAAAAMSSSSSSSSSSS!"

Williams intelligently rolled out of the ring once the bell was hit and dropped to a knee on the outside, all as Steen held his arm up in the air, indicating victory for his associate. Miles rolled off of his back and onto his stomach, the look of frustration in his eye told the whole story over where he was mentally and what'd he become.

Len Ragatti: "Whether we like it or not, record books DON'T indicate how a win is determine, all that's recorded is that a win is a win.. and Steen's interference twice allowed Williams' debut to be successful- much like Steen's other client- Joey Edwards was last week.."

Tracy Race: "Guys like Richard Steen- guys like Decaine, this is how they make their money- by being able to GUARANTEE their client victory because they'll go the extra mile to ensure that they get it! Sure Steen might have given Williams a little advantage but Miles Lozio isn't going to be one to cry about it, not when he knows that he had ample time to put the match away.. Congratulations to BOTH The Wonderman AND Richard Steen for a successful start here in LEGACY!"

With Williams and Steen up on the top of the aisle, the camera cued back in on Miles Lozio as he buried his hands in his face-- slamming his balled up fists on the mat as he pushed himself up-- his hometown fed him source of energy with..

"MILES!" stomp- stomp "MILES!" stomp- stomp "MILES!" stomp- stomp

Despite the chants in his favor, it didn't seem to help him get into a better mood, all as he rolled out of the ring and slapped the ring apron in the process of doing that-- kicking his foot against the ground as he stepped forward.. what was Williams' sense of achievement.. was Miles Lozio's failure.. and it was beginning to fester in him..

Backstage Segments

With one match done for the evening, it was time we found the host of LEGACY's 'Real Talk' Rebecca Bradley and she of course was backstage with a microphone in her hand. The woman who quickly gained the rep of a 'hard question pressing witch', Bradley flashed the camera a smile JUST as she greeted it with a welcome.

Rebecca Bradley: "Welcome to Independence Day ladies and gentlemen! As seen a few minutes ago- I'm attempting to get a word with Miles Lozio after a losing effort in which we saw him give it his all.. but still not capable of pulling it off.."

Moving through the back, catching the camera's view WASN'T Miles Lozio though, rather it was Dante Lozio. With a gym-bag thrown across his body, Dante stopped in his tracks.

Rebecca Bradley: "As we await word with your brother Miles- what.. exactly was the purpose of the meeting with Prince and Ripper Treborn!?"

With a smirk, Dante scratched behind his head lightly all as he shrugged.

Dante Lozio: ".. Well, it's simple. As much as I respect and appreciate legacy, it's time that we leave it behind us. I know that Prince and Ripper are Treborns and automatically we're supposed to hate them but it's kinda stupid, don't you think? We've had.. what.. 4 matches through the course of our careers yet we're supposed to NOT like them!?

".. WHERE WERE YOU!?"

Storming through the back, knocking platters out of the way- shoving waiters down to the ground, the camera panned to the right where an upset Miles Lozio was seen. Sweaty, beaten and with a slight lump on his head from that shot Steen took that connected across the back of the head, Miles got into his brother's face, all as Dante put his hand up-

Miles Lozio:: "What the HELL is this I hear you're meeting with them PUNKS!?"

Dante Lozio: "Miles.. Miles, listen t-"

Before Dante could finish, Miles pie-faced him out of the way and stood his ground, all as Rebecca backed out of the way..

Miles Lozio:: "NO YOU LISTEN! WE'RE BLOOD, THEY'RE NOT! They're the enemy Dante! How much different ways do I need to hit you over the head with it!? They've CURSED US HOW MANY TIMES!? What do you think the reason is that dad DOESN'T have his own promotion while King Treborn does?! Huh!?"

Miles words were like venom being sent by a spiting cobra, all as Dante ran his hand over his gelled hair and stepped closer to his brother.

Dante Lozio: "I understand you're upset Miles.. But don't touch me, don't touch my face, bro. You kno-"

Once AGAIN Miles shoved Dante's face, causing the big man to stumble backwards.

Miles Lozio: "YOU LEFT ME HIGH AND DRY TO GO TALK TO THOSE TWO?!"

Dante STORMED forward now and got nose to nose with his brother- Dante had the muscle mass.. he also had height on his side.

Dante Lozio: ".. I told you twice, don't touch my face. If you're not gonna listen to what I have to say-- then why bother get in my face? We can talk like brothers or fight like fools- what do you want to do?! 'Cause I guarantee you.. big brother, if you touch me again, fists are flying and mouths are closing."

Dante now stood his ground- he actually removed the gym bag and tossed it off to the side as he cocked his head back. Miles, who was in NO mood for this.. he didn't bother replying to his brother, instead his shrugged him off and stormed forward-- THROUGH Dante and continued forward. The camera followed Miles until he made a turn where he slapped a glass pitcher of water off of the table there-- the camera returned back to Dante Lozio who simply stared in that direction, placing his hand against his face-- despite not being in the match HE too was frustrated with the whole situation, all as the camera cut off of the bickering blood-relatives, but to another section of the back where Ian Windermear stood. After falling to Matt Ward in what was held as one of the most brutal matches in recent memory, Windermear had his back turned to the camera as a sigh was heard.

Ian Windermear: "Two weeks ago, I did everything I could get the win over a guy that I completely hate.. his name of course.. is Matt Ward. I did everything in my power, used whatever I could get my hands on to make sure I keep him down- but he kept going.. I should of known that taking the match ring-side was playing to his strength-- I should of never called Ward's bluff and played into his hands. WASTE.. WASTE.. WASTE. I learned the hard way-- Aiden Marx.. Matt Ward.. Cameron Kaiser.. and Angelica Night. You four made me see the light, you four made me see that I've been treating this the WRONG way."

Turning to the camera- the effects of the fight he was engaged in with WASTE at Friday the 20th still lingered-- his eye hadn't healed from the bruising, his nose also was a bit swollen.. Windermear showed battlefield scars from the battle, all as he cracked his knuckles.

Ian Windermear: "While I can't live in the past, I've gotta look to the future and tonight.. Hayden Phoenix-- I know we're gonna tear the house down, brother. I know that we're gonna go out there and not just give the fans in CEE-AYE a hell of a match, but we're gonna do so as we both make ourselves something special. See.. I don't want to say that getting my ass kicked by WASTE humbled me.. 'cause it didn't. I'm still a cocky son of a bitch, but WASTE did me a favor in showing me that I can't get complacent, I've gotta keep that chip on my shoulder. Hayden Phoenix gets to see what that chip can drive me to do- Phoenix' debut.. nah. The Phoenix ISN'T going to rise-- rather, Windermear's reign begins."

Said with nothing but the utmost confidence, Windermear nodded-- there was no cocky smirk of any kind, rather.. he just headed forward and toward the camera, almost as if he walked THROUGH it. With a few hits of static-- the camera cut to the back where a limousine seemed to have been waiting in the back of the arena..



The back door opened with an assist from the driver and the first man out of the limousine? Dressed in a black suit with a crimson colored dress shirt was Decaine. Standing and dusting himself off, Decaine rubbed his hands together as he took a second to catch the cool breeze that blew through the area. Stepping out of the limousine next-- we see 'The Emerald' Drew Stevenson who was dressed in a black suit, green dress shirt and of course, no tie. With client and agent exchanging a quick handshake, Drew removed his designer shades and tucked them into his front pocket as he held his arms out.

Drew Stevenson: "Carson.. California.. I love it without the stench of that glorified stunt-woman Alyssa Pryde."

Decaine held his stomach and let off a chuckle.

Decaine: "How's your digestive tract after devouring her career?"

Drew Stevenson: "It's OK, shockingly. I thought I'd for sure have developed a bleeding ulcer but maybe.. Alyssa Pryde isn't as potent as she thought she was."

Decaine: "Agreed. She, much like her smark fans should of never questioned what we're capable of doing. And they thought we'd faii.. HA! They thought that their silly little PodCasts listened to by absolutely no-one would tarnish the name of the GREATEST World Champion in professional wrestling history!"

Drew Stevenson: "Decaine, you truly are the pulp to my orange juice."

Holding both hands over his heart, Decaine blushed.

Decaine: "No.. No, Drew.. You, my friend-- is most certainly the Adrianna Lima to my Victoria Secret! You complete me! We're the best duo there EVER was!"

Drew smiled and nodded, all as Decaine slapped him on the shoulder.

Decaine: "I'll catch up Drew.. I've gotta make sure to fill in the new client on the plan."

With a nod, Drew stepped forward all as Decaine moved closer to the limo's open door and popped his head towards the door. The camera tried to swing towards the opening but Decaine shoved it away from him, all as Decaine cleared his throat.

Decaine: "EXCUSE ME!"

The camera backed up, all as Decaine nodded and looked back to the limo.

Decaine: "I'll give you a call when it's time-- enjoy the champagne-- it's on the house."

Decaine smiled and nodded, all as he slammed the car door behind him. Decaine took a step forward and turned his head juuuuuuuuust a bit to gaze into the camera, all as he pointed to it with a arrogant looking grin crossed over his face.

Decaine: "No-one wanted to listen that I'd FORCE 1 to take this as NO SMALL matter. I don't know how much more clues I can give to who my new client is.. but it's safe to say as I've said on Twitter.. Coast to Coast.. they're known-- but don't get NAILED down to just ONE prediction."

With a wink, Decaine formed a gun with his right hand-- using his index finger as the barrel, he pointed it at the camera and popped his thumb-- all as the camera cut out.

Ian Windermear vs. Hayden Phoenix

This match had a WHOLE different vibe than that of the Lozio/Williams squabble. Possibly because both men respected each other enough to know that it wasn't going to be a cake-walk. The problem with the last match-- Lozio's pride and arrogance got the best of him, he really thought Williams was a Treborn and in the end, he failed. But with Windermear and Phoenix? No way. Both men started off the match strike for strike-- nothing obscene or illegal with closed hands-- rather each exchanged a round of chops-- Windermear would manage to get Phoenix into the corner and fired away-- the crowd seemed to have REALLY taken a liking to Ian over the course of the past two weeks-- and when Hayden Phoenix decided to put some fight in and get going? The crowd loved them some of him too. The match was back and forth, Ian nor Hayden found a way to capitalize on the other's mistakes-- as once again it was a clash of two different styles. Windermear was technical and big, Phoenix was more of a calculating type.. and despite Windermear's ability to take the match to the mat and actually wrestle, he wanted to use the size difference to his advantage.. and did. With clubbing blows with his huge forearms, he took the wind from Hayden's sails REALLY fast and after a few quick pin attempts, Windermear begun to use that strategy to grind a wind out by keeping Phoenix on the mat and used his weight as a way to tire the smaller man out. Once Phoenix got to the ropes and forced the break-- Windermear let go and pushed himself up, Phoenix would play possum JUST enough to sucker Ian in-- with a close pin attempt via small package, Windermear once again got to his feet and took the fight to Phoenix. After a few rounds of STIFF chops that left Hayden's chest a light shade of freakin' purple, Windermear looked to take advantage..

Len Ragatti: "Each chop Windermear connects with seems to get HARDER.. and HARDER! I mean look at Phoenix' chest!"

Tracy Race: "This kid Ian Windermear has got it all, man.."

Dragging Hayden out of the turnbuckle, Ian whipped Hayden into the ropes-- as he came off of it, Phoenix fired a clothesline which Ian ducked beneath. The amount of power behind behind said clothesline was enough to cause Hayden to do a 360 in place instead of move to the ropes, allowing Ian to move behind Hayden and picked him off of the mat- sending him crashing down across his right knee-

Len Ragatti: "HUGE ATOMIC DROP THERE!"

Once Hayden landed across Ian's knee, he grabbed at the pain which allowed Ian to sprint forward-- as he did so, he adjusted his elbow pad and pushed it UP of his arm, closer to his bicep and away from the crease where your lower arm meets your upper arm.. and headed back towards Hayden, unleashing FREAKIN' FURY, Windermear took out two weeks of pented up frustration with a HUUUUUUUGEEEEEEE clothesline that turned Phoenix inside out!

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Len Ragatti: "WINDERMEAR JUST CAUSED HAYDEN PHOENIX TO DEFY GRAVITY!"

Taking the veteran's approach, Ian quickly made the cover-- all as he hooked Phoenix' leg in the process..

One..

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THR-

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KICKOUT!

Len Ragatti: "Not enough! As hard hitting as Ian Windermear can be, Hayden Phoenix refuses to stay down and that was SICK!"

Yep, Windermear didn't have the key to keep the heart of Hayden Phoenix down, but that wasn't a bad thing. The kid was as tough as they came.. and the two opposing sides also managed to split The Carson Community Center into two sides-- one cheering for Windermear, the other cheering for Phoenix. The match went from a hard hitting, slow pace-- to a faster set one as Hayden Phoenix would showcase his wings and after knocking Ian over the top rope with a quick clothesline-- he pulled off an AMAZING looking top rope plancha, sacrificing his well being and threw caution into the wind like there was no tomorrow. The crowd of course got pumped for the high-risk display by the newcomer and gave him a pretty solid round of chants, all as both were down on the outside while Official Polanski got the mandatory ten count underway-- but by 5 both men were back in the ring and despite a fast cover, Hayden STILL couldn't keep Windermear down neither! The match would continue from there, Phoenix now looking like he had developed an edge, after managing to nearly cripple Windermear with a knee to the back a la the type Neymarr took during the World Cup, that got Windermear over-- which allowed Phoenix to pull off a running bull-dog followed by a second rope elbow drop. The cover was still ineffective as Windermear's shoulder popped up- the fans LOVED it as Phoenix got both men to their feet--

With a few elbow shots to the side of the head, Windermear stumbled forward all as Phoenix rushed forward and hooked his arms around Windermear's.. the fans jumped to their feet as Phoenix attempted to lift Windermear OFF of the mat-- but Windermear managed to lock his legs and drop his weight to block the attempt-

Len Ragatti: "He won't budge!"

Tracy Race: "There's no more effective way to STOP a suplex attempt than to just.. play dead-weight. Drop that two hundred and fifty plus pound frame down to the ground and make the smaller man actually LIFT you, because then that allows a plethora of reversals. Especially for a guy like Windermear who's able to deliver that one high impact, hard hitting slam-- something like The Stock Market Crash which WILL end Phoenix if he's able to land it.."

Once again Phoenix tried to lift Windermear-- but it wasn't successful. Being resourceful, Windermear stomped on Hayden's foot which caused Phoenix to break the lock, once again Windermear looked for that crazy clothesline but Phoenix avoided it-- as Windermear turned, Phoenix threw a kick that connected across the stomach of Ian which caused the big[ger] man to double over. Hitting the ropes, Phoenix came off of it and connected with a lifting knee which hit across Windermear's face and chest-- causing it to snap upwards..

Tracy Race: "WHAT A KNEE!"

The crowd ERUPTED for the >THUD< the connecting knee sounded-- despite being dazed by the huge knee, Ian wasn't COMPLETELY out of it. Throwing ANOTHER kick, this time Ian caught it and held it in place, all as Hayden showed off TOTALLY impressive balance by hopping on a foot-- Ian spun Hayden causing him to yet again pull off a 360, but as Hayden came around full circle, he ducked beneath Ian's oncoming forearm smash attempt and Hayden connected across the low of Ian's back with a quick kick which took him down. As Ian was on a knee, Hayden made his way around the front and measured Ian once again--

Len Ragatti: "KO KICK!?"

JUST as Hayden fired what looked like had enough to decapitate Ian Windermear, Windermear caught the kick as he was attempting to get off of his knee- Hayden didn't allow it this time and lifted his OTHER foot-- causing it to CRASH across the side of Windermear's head.. taking him down.

Len Ragatti: ".. WHAT.. AN.. ENZIGURI!!"

Tracy Race: "THE PHOENIX RISED THERE!"

Making the cover-- the crowd jumped to their feet once more..

ONE..

TWO..

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THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "YYYYYYYYYOUUUUUUUUURRR.. WIIIIIINNNNEERR.. HAAAAAAYDENNNNN.. PPPHHHHOOOOOOENNNNNIXXXXXXXXX!"

No theme was hit despite the bell being hit and the official winner being announced-- all because instead, LEGACY wanted it's talent to see how appreciated they were by hearing the crowd's OVERWHELMING support for the talent. With a standing ovation for both men--

"THAT WAS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "THAT WAS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "THAT WAS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

"WIND-ER-MEAR! WIND-ER-MEAR! WIND-ER-MEAR!"
"PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX!"

Unlike earlier, there wasn't two different sides chanting-- the WHOLE arena was in unison now. As Polanski held Phoenix' arm in the air to celebrate the win, Windermear was reaching for the ropes, all as he was a bit dazed from the head shots he took. Moving away from Polanski, Phoenix made his way towards Windermear and both men had a stare down as Windermear totally to his feet. Now standing about four feet away from each other as Windermear held his head and Phoenix grabbed at his neck.. Phoenix' right hand came out..

Len Ragatti: ".. what a show of class here from Hayden Phoenix!"

"SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND!"

Windermear cocked his head back a bit, all as he motioned for a mic- Hendricks handed him one all as he looked down at Phoenix' extended hand.

Ian Windermear: ".. I can do one of two things right now-- 1.."

Ian held up his right hand, with his index finger extended.

Ian Windermear: ".. I can complain and bitch-- cry and moan how I lost-- make excuses for how it happened and blame everything and everyone.."

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Ian Windermear: ".. or two, understand that NO.. You're not better than me Hayden Phoenix. You're not better than Ian Windermear in the grand scheme of things.. but tonight.. on July 5th, 2014.. in front of some of the best fans that professional wrestling has to offer today!?.."

The cheap pop worked like a charm as Windermear sighed lightly.

Ian Windermear: "Tonight.. You were better than me. Tonight, Hayden Phoenix is the better man.. No amount of tears or complaining changes that. So being a man.."

Windermear stuck his hand out and exchanged a handshake with Hayden Phoenix, as the crowd POPPED.

Ian Windermear: ".. I'll shake your hand. But also, understand that this Phoenix.."

The grip on the handshake got tight as the arena sorta quieted down. Windermear moved closer to Phoenix as both men didn't blink.

Ian Windermear: "You may be up one over me, and we're gonna settle the score. Maybe not at the next show-- maybe not anytime soon but I ALWAYS avenge a loss.. You're good, kid-- but I've got my eyes set on Matt Ward and WASTE.. So I'll be coming for you once that's said and done."

Releasing the handshake, both men exchanged words as Ian handed the mic to Phoenix who requested it.

Hayden Phoenix: "You're a tough son of a bitch Windermear.. So let me say this.. You want a shot at me? Anytime pal, you've showed that you're not some ordinary punk. You may have a match on me in terms of tenure-- but Ian.. I respect you, I respect what you're doing and for that-- I understand you've got your eyes set on WASTE-- I can't blame you. But what if I said.. I'm not gonna let you go into this war alone?!"

Len Ragatti: ".. I- Is Hayden Phoenix VOLUNTEERING for this?!"

Windermear arched a brow at Hayden.

Hayden Phoenix: "The odds is stacked against you, so put it this way.. You want back at WASTE? Cool, I'm not a fan of'em. How about-- in order to make sure that there's a Ian Windermear and Hayden Phoenix rematch.. I lend a hand in your conquest to RID LEGACY of those no good, war-mongering morons!?"

Tracy Race: "He just did! He just volunteered to join Ian Windermear in the fight against WASTE!"

Windermear nodded lightly, all as he backed up towards the ropes and exited the ring.. He didn't give a definitive answer to Phoenix' offer for help so they can have that rematch Windermear spoke off.. but as Ian backed up the aisle, he pointed out at Phoenix and nodded.. he knew that if it came down to it- he had someone that now would sort of level the playing field-- someone that WOULD be there to offer a hand in case another gang beatdown happened-- and as Windermear and Phoenix exchanged words without a mic in place.. the camera once again cut to black-- then static.. all before reopening backstage..

Riley Sanders segment

LEGACY has been attempting to broaden its approach to wrestling, and by doing that they've reached out to those they consider 'Ladies of LEGACY'. So cue in one of the more recent signings.. Riley Sanders. Riley is of course the fiancee of The Aimoo Sports Network's SUPERSTAR.. Christian Michaels. Riley isn't dressed for action, instead she's seated on a stool looking over a huge stack of paperwork, all as she licks her thumb and index finger each time she turns a page. From the angle the camera was positioned on Riley, it didn't show ENOUGH-- as a hand suddenly rested on her shoulder which startled Riley. Turning around suddenly, the camera pulled back to show.. The Southern Heartthrob himself!

Riley Sanders: "Hey, you scared me!"

CM chuckled as Riley grabbed at CM's hand and locked it with hers.

Christian Michaels: "Sorry 'bout that, couldn't help myself. What you're lookin' at there?"

Christian was from Tennessee, he had that trademark Southern drawl.

Riley Sanders: "Just going over the last of the LEGACY stuff.. Can't wait to get started! After that HORRIBLE time in Greenville with that psycho ruining everything, I'm glad we're away from that and we can focus on getting back into the ring and.. yeah, regaining form."

Crossing his arms over his chest, CM nodded lightly, all as Riley turned toward him.

Riley Sanders: "What's the matter?"

Christian Michaels: ".. I'm going to take a step back Riley. I don't want to overshadow your career, I want YOU to become a star. Sure.. Being aligned with me has perks, but at the end of the day? I'm sick and tired of those haters out there sayin' you're only where you're at 'cause of me. That's not true and it's time that THEY see it!"

Blushing from CM's words, Riley pushed herself up and threw her arms around his neck.

Riley Sanders: "Thank you.. Thank you.."

"Oh, am I interrupting something?! Aren't you on MY time!? And Riley, I'm disappointed! I didn't know HE'D be here, I thought it was just you, I even had a candle-light dinner planned for us!"

The hug didn't last long.. as barging-- yes, BARGING into CM and Riley's personal quarters.. we see Petey Bauer.. and of course behind him was his head of personal security-- Maxwell Schneider. Bauer still seemed to be in pain, all as he looked at CM and scoffed.

Petey Bauer: "You're unbelievable.. You're totally unbelievable."

This was the first time Bauer and CM had crossed paths.. all as CM's right hand balled up as Bauer nodded.

Petey Bauer: "You're an attention whore, Christian! You've ALWAYS been an attention whore! You're here pretending that you're not going to find a way to interject yourself into Riley's career, we both know that isn't true! From what I've seen of you, you're a sneaky son of a gun and you love to put on this mask that you're Mister Wholesome.. But here, Christian? In LEGACY? Away from the comfort zone that's ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL the promotions you've worked for? You're.. Nothing. You're.. NOTHING. You have NO name value here! You're as much of a draw as your fiancee here-- what's your name sweetcheeks? Regan? Ronnie? Riley?.. Yeah, Riley."

If there was one thing about Christian Michaels, it was his ability to keep cool and not lose his head over stupid situations. Bauer's self-importance seemed to have shot through the roof with Schneider standing behind him.. and CM seemed to have found humor in that.

Christian Michaels: "You're right.. Absolutely right. I have no problem admitting that on this circuit.. My name may not be as powerful as it is 'over the fence' there.. but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still Christian Michaels and I've got the ability to put down jerks.. Just.. Like.. That.."

Snapping his fingers together, CM smirked all as Bauer glanced over his shoulder at Schneider.

Petey Bauer: "Oh, just.. like.. that.. huh? Well.. Fifty bucks says I can get Maxwell here to rip you in half and mail you in pieces back to your family in Tennessee faster than you can say.. heartthrob."

Christian Michaels: "Wouldn't be the first time a big sum'bitch tried."

Maxwell's crazy eyes suddenly went WIDE as if he seen a ghost all as he was about to charge forward and rip through CM, not before Bauer stepped in front of him with his arms extended. Maxwell was crazy, but he was loyal to the cause-- and at the moment that 'cause' was the amount of money Bauer was paying him.

Petey Bauer: "No! No! No! We're not gonna let this hillbilly get into our head! That's what he wants, he wants to be able to say that he defeated Petey Bauer and Maxwell Schneider in the first game of mental chess they've come across each other in, but that's not going to happen.. Because I hold all the cards, Christian. Yeah, you may be inactive at the moment.. but your fiancee isn't.. and who's to say JUST to prove a point.. for one night only I won't life the inter-gender ban and have sweet Riley kick her LEGACY career off against someone.. Perfectly.. Sane?"

Bauer looked over his shoulder at Maxwell, all as CM's expression-- the usually poker-face having showed a trace of worry.

Petey Bauer: ".. nah, it's not worth the headache. Remember Michaels.. You're in MY house and if you continue to carry around that unchecked ego, I will check it for you and if I can't humble you, I'll make sure I make Riley's career as stressful as possible.. Happy Wife, Happy Life right? Well what happens when she's bruised, beaten and bloody..?"

With a smile that made you want to punch him square in the face, Bauer shrugged his shoulders and winked in CM and Riley's direction, all as both he and Schneider made their way out of the quarters provided for The Southern Heartthrob and Riley.. all as CM put his hand on Riley's shoulder and sighed.

Christian Michaels: "Seems like the idgits are ALL over the place now.."

Both shared a laugh at that.. but one had to wonder to what lengths would Petey Bauer go to make CM and Riley's life hell? And.. Why.. Why single out those two? Christian Michaels has ALWAYS been an upstanding locker-room guy, he's a multiple time World Champion, a legitimate main-eventer and one of the most lovable guys in the industry-- all he was trying to do was take a backseat so Riley could have her career blossom without CM having to step in and be there.. He wanted Riley to be her own person, but there's no way he'd stand back and allow Bauer bully Riley-- CM would kill Bauer before he'd manage to make Riley hate the industry as Bauer had hinted he'd do..

Silas Romero vs. Matlock

In what was Silas Romero's LEGACY debut, through the course of the two weeks he had caught attention from the fans that kept up to date with the promos cut as he showed zero fear or care in the world- he was as focused as they came and was ready to make an impact. Seeing as most of the roster are given a show to show what they're about, Romero put on a hell of a showing and would probably be offered something once it was all said and done. Surprisingly enough for those with knowledge of Matlock, he also showed he was back-- and he didn't hold back. 'The Crownless King' went AT Romero, building this match.. which would no doubt be a candidate to steal the show. From the opening bell neither man showed any sense of backing down, Romero and Matlock would exchange right and left hands-- usually illegal as they're balled up and clenched fists but due to the tension, Official Polanski didn't care, he also wanted to see the fight. Matlock's punches had an extra fifty or so pounds behind it with that 275lbs. frame. Romero was no chump-- his nickname was 'The Supreme Knockout' because he was working for Calvin Klein-- he had the ability to put people out with a shot-- or well, the GKFO. Matlock wasn't looking to have the match go the distance as the second he got an advantage..

Len Ragatti: "The Canuck is throwing right after right, the wrestling rulebook is thrown out the window here!"

Shot after shot connected across the side of Silas' face as the last-- a HUGE right hand knocked him back and into the ropes. Bouncing off of it, Matlock threw a kick to the gut which doubled Silas over- moving like the wind, Matlock threw Silas' right arm over his head and with absolute EASE lifted Silas OFF of the mat and held him in the air in the form of a suplex..

Tracy Race: "I guess we can scratch any of the 'ring-rust' arguments.. Matlock looks SHARP!"

Len Ragatti: "The last thing to go is ALWAYS strength, and he's showcasing that here with this stalling vertical suplex.."

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!"

With the fans chanting in favor of Matlock's delay- completely changing what they thought was coming next- Matlock let Silas fall, but it was in the form of a Jackhammer as the fans jumped to their feet upon impact, all as Matlock quickly made the cover..

ONE!

Len Ragatti: "MATLOCK MIGHT OF KNOCKED THE AIR OUT OF ROMERO'S LUNGS WITH THAT!"

TWO!

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Tracy Race: "ORANGE- CRUSH- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMB!"

THR- KICKOUT!

Len Ragatti: "ROMERO KICKED OUT! ROMERO KICKED OUT!"

With an unanimous "AWWWWWWW" echoing from the crowd when Romero's shoulder popped off of the mat, Polanski held his two fingers in the air which caused Matlock to do what he does best-- curse, and curse VERY loud. From there, Matlock would use different slams- from typical scoop based slams to harder, more stiff slams like snapping power-slams and sidewalk slams to break down Silas, it seemed like Matlock's two year hiatus from the business never even happened. He kept it going, the fans seemed to be in his corner- but Romero would dish it back as good as he got it. The thing that seemed to be a recurring theme was when Matllock would find a way to sorta ground Romero and tried to use his power to keep the man down, Romero's resilience would kick in and he had fast[er] strikes than Matlock which allowed him to pull off combos and knocked the big Canadian off of his feet or to the side. Romero now was showing his chops with his hand speed and precision- all leading to a huge back kick..

Tracy Race: "This is a legitimate question- do we have a better ALL AROUND striker than Silas Romero?! Not only does he land his shots but there's the perfect blend of power and precision that just.. blows me away. Look at those punches and knees! It's,, remarkable!"

Len Ragatti: "No clue Tracy, but I know that Romero is one tough customer- anyone else would of be down from those countless slams Matlock hit him with.."

With Matlock guarding his face from Romero's faint right hand, Romero lifted his leg and connected with a STINGING kick across the ribs that buckled Matlock's knees, the crowd dug that as they let off a resounding pop for Silas all as Romero took a step back and fired himself forward- planting his knee across of Matlock's face, causing Matlock's head to snap back as if he was rear-ended in a Prius by a F-250.

Tracy Race: "ENGINE 45, HONK- HONK!"

The knee that Romero threw definitely took a lot out of him as the slams that Matlock hit him with earlier was beginning to show it's effects. Despite Matlock attempting to mount a comeback, Romero would put an end to it with a strike- he was limited in his offense as Matlock was a quarter short of being a 300 pounder. Silas used Matlock's momentum against him a few times, Matlock would rush Romero with a head full of steam.. a very [in]experienced thing to do for someone of Matlock's tenure but Romero would use a Judo-looking base to throw Matlock off to the side each time and get the crowd riled up and in his corner. Matlock's frustration went through the freakin' roof though..

Len Ragatti: "After two consecutive arm-drag takeovers-- Silas Romero is STILL managing to use Matlock against Matlock!"

Matlock jumped to his feet after being thrown to the side, all as he came at Romero again, this time looking for a lariat-- but that 'showoff' tendency Romero had was showcased as he didn't just duck Matlock's lariat attempt- he went NEO on Matlock and fully ducked it in Matrix form.

Tracy Race: "WHOA! IN A MATCH!? NEVER SEEN THAT BEFORE!"

With the crowd BLASTING with support for Silas after that, Matlock thought he saw an opening- which was all part of the plan as he moved towards Silas and reached down to grab him before Silas could get back to his vertical base all as Silas from a bent backward.. Neo-dodging position lifted with FULL FORCE and CLEANED Matlock with a European Uppercut!

Len Ragatti: ".. ROMERO IS PULLING OUT ALL THE STOPS HERE! Wanna talk about flexibility?! And Romero is two hundred and twenty five pounds!"

Tracy Race: "This kid is impressive, he's done a lot to open eyes here tonight!"

With Matlock hitting the deck from that explosive and unorthodox European Uppercut, Romero would make a pin attempt, of course The Hard f'n Core Canuck would find a way through the physical toll of the match to kick out.. but it wasn't as powerful as it usually was. As the match spilled to the outside with Matlock looking to gain his senses back. Romero followed him to the outside and this is where Romero learned how resourceful Matlock could be. After a quick elbow to the gut, Matlock would introduce Silas into the steel barricade a few times.. an irish whip and then of course.. good ol' Snakeyes with Silas dropping across the TOP of the barricade. With Polanski nagging the two to get back into the ring- Matlock did in fact oblige which was odd but didn't go for the cover-- instead he reached down and grabbed at Romero but Silas once again showed how tough he was and caught Matlock across the face with a stiff left hand that knocked him backwards- Romero reached down in the pit of his stomach and mustered up enough to get off another show of offense..

Len Ragatti: "What a punch! JEEZ!"

It sounded as if The Hulk smashed Thing across the face with a punch-- that's how hard it came across. As Matlock once again stumbled backwards and hit the ropes to catch him before he fell out of the ring, Silas kipped up to his feet-- once more drawing the 'ooh's' and 'ahh's' of the crowd all as Matlock threw himself forward but Romero ducked beneath it and hit the ropes. As he bounced off of it, he threw everything he had left in the tank into a kick-- which seen Romero lift his right foot off of the mat and PLANTED it across Matlock's face-

Tracy Race: "A FORTY FOUR CALIBER LOVE LETTER.. SIGNED.. SEALED.. AND DELIVERED!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Len Ragatti: "SILAS' FOOT JUST BOUNCED OFF OF MATLOCK'S FACE.. WHAT A YAKUZA KICK!"

Romero fell across of Matlock and attempted to hook the leg- all as Polanski got into position..

ONE..

TWO..

THR- KICKOUT!

Len Ragatti: "NO!"

"THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap "THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

"LE- GA- CY! LE- GA- CY! LE- GA- CY!"

With the fans rocking and rolling now, the predictions that said Matlock and Romero had the chance to steal the show were absolutely on the money. Despite a few more near-falls in Romero's direction from that vicious kick that nearly took Matlock into la-la- land, the match went on.. more strikes were thrown-- more slams were attempted, but in the end.. Matlock's power was his own worst enemy- whereas Silas Romero.. He was at the right place.. at the right time..

Len Ragatti: "A night full of action-packed goodness-- it's guys like this that help push LEGACY OVER the top!"

Tracy Race: "Absolutely!"

Matlock had somehow found enough to get back in Romero's face and forced him into the turnbuckle- firing off a few right hands, Matlock lifted Romero up onto the top turnbuckle and looked to ascend it as well.. but before he was able to hook Romero's arm, Silas clocked Matlock with a right hand that shifted Matlock's ribs a bit which caused Matlock to stop dead in his tracks.

"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Matlock tried to plow on, but Silas AGAIN hit Matlock right a stiff hand which knocked him backwards, but Matlock didn't fall, instead he landed on both feet and only stumbled backwards. Romero jumped forward and as Matlock ducked his head, Romero floated over the top and tried to take Matlock down with a Sunset flip but Matlock reached down and grabbed hold of Silas by the throat and tried to pull him up-- but Romero AGAIN somehow found a way to slither his way out of the choke-

Tracy Race: "Matlock unintentionally got Romero back to his feet!"

As Romero landed, he did a quick 360 and looked to PLANT that elbow across of Matlock's head, but Matlock ducked beneath it showing some speed of his own..

Len Ragatti: "MATLOCK AVOIDED THE GFKO!"

As he popped up behind Silas, Matlock spun Silas around and scooped him up onto his shoulders-- spinning a few times, Matlock lifted Silas OFF of his shoulders in one of his spins and looked to catch Silas with a DDT.. But instead, Silas REVERSED the attempt and kicked Matlock across the side of the head.. which caused Matlock to stumble into the ropes--

Len Ragatti: "ROMERO AGAIN SHOWING THOSE LETHAL KICKS OF HIS!"

With Matlock woozy from the kick, Romero quickly moved behind Matlock and used Matlock's momentum against him AGAIN this time rolling Matlock up in a schoolboy pin with JUST a hint of tights to keep Matlock in place as Polanski slid into position, completely unaware of Romero using the tights..

ONE!

Len Ragatti: "H- HE'S GOT THE TIGHTS!"

TWO!

Len Ragatti: "HE'S GOT THE TIGHTS! C'MON DAMMIT!"

THREE!

Tracy Race: ".. it's not considered a crime unless they catch you."

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "Yoooooourrrrrrrrr winnnnnnnnerr... SSSILLLLLASSSSSSSSSSS.. RRROMMMMEEROOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Romero quickly rolled out of the ring beneath the bottom rope all as Matlock got back to his feet and instantly got into Polanski's face. With "Death's Great Black Wings Scrapes the Air" sounding over the PA-- Matlock pointed in Romero's direction and grabbed at his own tights to illustrate the point he was making, all as when Matlock did look in Romero's direction-- Romero winked and tapped his index finger at the side of his head..

Tracy Race: "Romero got away with that one, you've gotta admit.. a sly finish for a pretty awesome match!"

Len Ragatti: "It'd be SO much better if he didn't resort to that though! C'mon Silas, you're better than that!"

With Romero backing up the aisle and eventually fading from view, the camera returned back to the ring where Matlock and Polanski was still going back and forth about the result-- Matlock waved Polanski off and attempted to turn- all as Polanski grabbed Matlock's arm and WHIPPED him around!

Len Ragatti: "WHAT THE!?"

Polanski pointed his finger in Matlock's chest and tugged at his referee shirt while YELLING in Matlock's face-- Matlock looked off to the side for a second all as before Polanski could see it, Matlock planted his right hand across the side of Polanski's face, dropping Polanski upon contact.

Tracy Race: "MATLOCK JUST DROPPED THE REF! POLANSKI ATE A RIGHT HAND!"

"MATLOCK!" stomp- stomp "MATLOCK!" stomp- stomp "MATLOCK!" stomp- stomp

"Getting Away with Murder" now sounded, all as Matlock exited the ring and threw his arm in the air, all as he continued up the aisle, the fans loved Polanski getting put down.. but if Alyssa Pryde got FIRED for assaulting Petey Bauer-- what'd be Matlock's consequences for striking a LEGACY Official!?

Christian Othniel segment

Coming back from a small sponsorship break-- a replay of Romero rolling Matlock up with a schoolboy pin WITH the trunks was shown in different speeds and from two different angles, all as the camera cut to the front of the arena where it centered in on the faces of Len Ragatti and Tracy Race- any trace of a smirk from Race or a goofy grin from Ragatti was gone, all as things seemed to have taken a serious toll..

Len Ragatti: "Last week ladies and gentlemen, we were informed via social media that Christian Othniel suffered a broken patella- because of that, he needed surgery to repair the damage. But upon further review, we've been told that Othniel also suffered a concussion- which marks his fourth in his career.. and because of that, he's been hinting across his Twitter account that there would be.. hash-tag 'No More Evil Ways'."

Tracy Race: "It's an unforgiving business, Ragatti- I for one would know. I know Othniel's career has been sidetracked time and time again due to injury and I can only imagine how much it's taken a toll on him.. But if the 'r' word is what he needs to do.. it'll suck, but he's gotta look out for his health above all."

"Ultra Mega" by Powerman 5000 BLASTED through the speakers and it didn't take long for Christian Othniel to step out from beyond the curtain. Beneath each arm was a crutch, Othniel gingerly stepped as the fans in Carson were also aware of what was going on. Pausing at the top of the aisle, Othniel cocked his head back and took a HEAVY sigh before continuing forward, all as the woman he named 'The Crimson Queen' Ruby Red stood behind him with her hand on the low of his back to make sure he didn't lose his balance.

Len Ragatti: "Just looking at how visually distraught he is.. I think the 'r' word.. It's what he's out here to address.."

Making his way up the steps as Ruby held his crutches for him, Othniel slowly got into the ring and was handed it back to him, all as she joined him. Hendricks handed a microphone to Othniel, all as he didn't do his typical 'snatching' motion, instead he embraced Hendricks in a handshake which even Hendricks was taken back by. With the music cutting off of the PA, Othniel balanced himself on the crutches as he moved the microphone to his lips.. all as he took another sharp exhale.

Christian Othniel: "Yeah.. A lot of you guys know me.. So we'll skip past that part. I found out last week that during the match with Bobby Langford and Brandon Marks that I took a bad fall and cracked my patella into three different pieces- the doctors wanted to operate on the spot but I told them I wasn't going to skip out on the show- that's not my style."

"ULTRA!" stomp- stomp
"ULTRA!" stomp- stomp
"ULTRA!" stomp- stomp

Christian Othniel: "On top of my knee being busted, I also found out that I suffered a concussion.. my fourth concussion and anything above two or three is.. it's dangerous. As much as I love professional wrestling, as much as I love the rush and thrill, I.. I.."

Sighing, Othniel moved the mic away from his lips and hung his head, all as Ruby wiped a trace of a tear away from her right eye as she patted him on the back.

Len Ragatti: ".. how depressing is this..?"

Christian Othniel: "I've.. I've gotta step away. I've gotta take care of myself, I've gotta make sure that I'm OK.. and under strict medical orders.. I- I'm done."

It was as if a pin could be heard dropping in the arena-- everything went QUIET. Despite LEGACY beiing the new kid on the block, Christian Othniel was a local boy, he was FROM California and a lot of the fans knew him-- or at least knew OF him.

Tracy Race: "Wow.."

Struggling to find the right words to put out there, Ruby again patted Othniel's back.

Christian Othniel: "I know my short stint in LEGACY is going to be remembered for me being a vile bastard-- but that's not what I want to be remembered for. If I'm going out, I want to be remembered for something better than that.. so if I may.. I'd like to have Bobby Langford-- The Steel City Dream to come out here because I want to tell him to his face that I hold absolutely no grudges over what happened at the show two weeks ago- that NONE of this is his fault. So Bobby.. If you will..?"

"THANK YOU CHRISTIAN! THANK YOU CHRISTIAN! THANK YOU CHRISTIAN!"

Len Ragatti: "Last week it was a clothesline from Bobby Langford that apparently gave Christian that fourth concussion.."

Tracy Race: "Othniel is doing the right thing here by making it KNOWN that he doesn't blame Bobby for it.. Things happen."

Surely enough, stepping through the curtain to a monster-like ovation, Bobby Langford headed down the aisle and slid into the ring. Langford looked visually shaken as well by this-- he was still new to the industry so the rumblings in his first match he took someone out would get to you. Langford and CO exchanged words, all as Ruby didn't seem to be in any mood to show the forgiveness that CO was offering in Langford's direction.. as CO raised the microphone back up.

Christian Othniel: "I wanted to tell you man to man- I wanted you to hear it from the horse's mouth that no Bobby, I don't blame you for any of this. It's not your fault kid, you've got a good head on your shoulders and I wanted to say thank you for that match last week.. If I gotta go out, no better way than to leave the door open for a prospect like you."

An ovation sounded through the arena, all as Bobby nodded his head and allowed that familiar, warm style to cross his face, all as CO offered his hand-- Bobby didn't hesitate to shake it, all as they exchanged some words again- positive words at that, all as CO raised the mic to his lips.

Christian Othniel: Ladies and gentlemen.. Give it up for The Steel City Dream.. One of LEGACY's BRIGHTEST young stars.. And one of it's most stupid-

Len Ragatti: "WHAT?!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM

Before Langford could see what was going on, Ruby had made her way behind Bobby and dropped to her knees and LOW-BLOWED him. As Langford dropped down to a knee and grabbed at his lower region, Othniel ripped off the dark tinted glasses and tossed it off to the side, all as he threw the crutch off to the side but kept one in his hands, all as he hopped on his right leg- then his left as he broke out in a cackle..

Len Ragatti: "THE SON OF A BITCH.. HE WAS LYING!"

Measuring Bobby with the crutch, he took a swing not before Langford JUMPED to his feet and caught it!

Len Ragatti: "BOBBY IS UP! BOBBY IS UP!"

CO acted as if he seen a ghost, all as before Langford could act on the impulse he had..

DMX - Get At Me Dog

"Get At me Dog" by DMX POUNDED through the arena-- and the camera cut to the top of the aisle..

Len Ragatti: "What the..!?"

Tracy Race: ".. oh.. my.. god..



Tracy Race: "CON- FREAKIN'- ESCOBAR!?"

For those that DIDN'T know of Con Escobar, he was a member of 'Natural Selection' a faction made up of 5 individuals, three of which were now under contract with LEGACY.. That being Christian Othniel, Esco and Lady of LEGACY, Mikah. Nonetheless, as Langford dropped Othniel's leg-- allowing CO to get out of the ring with Ruby Red, Langford fixed his eyes on Esco who moved down the aisle and was met at the foot of it by CO, as the two exchanged handshakes and words. CO pointed in the ring at Langford and seemingly was mocking him, all as Esco nodded a few times before moving THROUGH CO and sliding beneath the bottom rope, all to get INTO Langford's face!

Len Ragatti: "THIS GOT REAL.. REALLY.. REALLY.. FAST!"

With the theme cut over the PA.. CO SHOUTED and PLEADED from the outside for Con to NOT waste his time.. as neither Con nor Bobby blinked during the staredown. Despite having a height advantage over Esco, there wasn't a shred of fear in Esco's eyes or etched across his face..

Tracy Race: "If you're not familiar with Escobar.. You will be. Multiple time IRX Champion- I was actually wrestling in the company WHEN Esco had his reign as champ and to put it lightly!? He's as close to unbeatable as you can get!"

Len Ragatti: "Oh.. I wouldn't write Bobby Langford off so quickly!"

Tracy Race: "I'm not writing Bobby off, I'm telling YOU that Esco isn't an ordinary man.. He's not called.. THE BEAST.. because he's a character in the movie The Sandlot!"

"LET'S GO ESCO!"
"LANGFORD!"
"LET'S GO ESCO!"
"LANGFORD!"

No words were spoken, no moves were made-- all as pouring out from the back.. much like last show with Brixton and AAG as they engaged in their brawl, staff hit the ring and got in between the two monsters-- Bobby of course went willingly and backed into HIS side as Esco shoved past the staff and exited the ring, all while keeping his eyes on Langford as he joined his little buddy Christian Othniel on the outside of the ring, all as CO stood on Esco's left.. the two men that were responsible for shattering what a promotion had stood for, for close to ten years were now reunited.. and from the look in both of their eyes.. They weren't going to play any games. Ruby Red was in the back of both of the men, she smiled and nodded.. the boos that the trio received were mainly in CO's direction for him faking his injuries and a retirement.. all as the camera faded away from the ruckus in the front of the arena-- to the back where the camera started low-- on the toes of a man and worked it's way up his body as it eventually fell on the man's face--

Bulldozer Brixton segment

Rebecca Bradley: ".. Bulldozer Brixton.. Good evening."

It was THE TITAN of LEGACY, the only man that physically was able to follow up a moment where Langford and Escobar went nose to nose. Nonetheless, Brixton wasn't his usual cheery, smiling self-- instead he had a bit of an obnoxious look spread over his face, especially as he looked down at Rebecca Bradley.

Bulldozer Brixton: "Seems like this company is hiring just anyone these days."

Bradley rolled her eyes at the comment, all as she continued.

Rebecca Bradley: "At Friday the 20th, you and Adrian Abernanthy Gates were involved in a braw-"

Bulldozer Brixton: "Don't say his name in my presence. Gates is nothing but a fool, an overrated nothing. I'd squash him under my boot with ease."

Rebecca Bradley: ".. a bit cocky.. don't you think?"

Bulldozer Brixton: "Of course I'm cocky, did you look at the roster that they've assembled over the course of the past two weeks?! Am I supposed to be impressed or intimidated that Drew Stevenson and some fatman named Decaine has aligned?! Or.. Should I be impressed with a guy named Matlock.. or Silas Romero who's obviously no match for Bulldozer! I am on a level far beyond that of what this company is offering.. and because I know that I'll do this. I had my handicap match timed last week-- one minute and thirteen seconds. I dismantled TWO men in a minute and thirteen seconds and because I am SO sure that Gates isn't able to match me.. I will quit LEGACY Wrestling- I'll walk away from the promotion if Gates can win his match in shorter time."

Rebecca Bradley: "W- WHAT?! Are you.. are you serious?!"

Bulldozer Brixton: "I am serious.. Too bad you weren't serious enough in high school- with your looks you should be doing something that pays far much more than what you're earning now. Too busy with abortions and marijuana I presume? Whore."

With a scoff, Brixton walked off-- all as Rebecca Bradley was COMPLETELY taken back by the comments made by Double B.. Who.. Not that long ago seemed to be a man who loved the fan support.. But things change quickly in the business- as the camera returned back to ring-side, we find Ryan Hawkins and Terry John standing in the ring, all as AAG who was accompanied by Johnny Bonecrusher had made their way out also-- Johnny grabbed the mic from Hendricks and cleared his throat.

JBC: "Instead of taking the easy way out like that Tonka Toy Brixton did, myself and.."

"ADDDRIIIIIAN.."

"AAABBBBBERRRRNANTHYYYYYYY"

"GAAAAATEEEEEESSSSS"

JBC: ".. decided that we want this to be a NO tag format- Tornado Handicap Match!"

Len Ragatti: "Oh wow.. Bonecrusher just UPPED the ante here with that!"

Adrian Abernanthy Gates w/ Johnny Bonecrusher vs. Ryan Hawkins and Terry John

Since Official PJ Polanski was knocked down and out by Matlock earlier-- Official Veronica Kraloso signaled for the bell- and much like he stated- Ryan Hawkins had in his hands an iPad.. running at AAG, AAG quickly side-stepped Hawkins and sent him crashing over the top rope down to the padded floor on the outside. Terry John, who had more guts than brains decided to sprint at AAG and try to use his speed as a weapon but AAG LEVELED him with The Brixton Hammer..

Len Ragatti: "AYE- AYE- GEE JUST KNOCKED TERRY JOHN INTO DIFFERENT DIMENSION! HOW DO.. YOU.. EVEN EXPLAIN THE BRIXTON HAMMER!?"

Tracy Race: "It's like a Polish Hammer.. Only HARDER."

The timer on the screen provided read ":27" as JBC pointed at the downed Terry John and swiped his thumb across his throat. AAG took notice of this as he backed into the ropes, fired himself forward- leaped INTO the air and brought a knee across of Terry John's body.. because of AAG's massive size compared to the smaller Terry John, what was supposed to be across his chest actually landed across his chest, face and head.

Len Ragatti: "THE NATIONAL RAZOR!"

AAG wasn't a showoff by ANY means, instead he was The Gentlemen's Thug and because of that, he made the cover over Terry John with one hand tucked behind his back as Official Kraloso got into position and made the count..

Len Ragatti: ".. completely.. dominated.."

ONE!

Tracy Race: "AAG seemed to have finished BOTH opponents in forty five seconds.."

TWO!

Len Ragatti: "Meaning.."

THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "YOOOOOOURRRRRRRRRR WINNERRRRRR.. ADRIAN.. ABERNANTHY.. GAAAAATEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!"

:49

With forty nine seconds on the screen, the fans POPPED in favor of AAG.. All as it didn't take Bulldozer Brixton to move from the back and march his way to the ring. The fans had turned on him as quickly as he did to they-- as he stepped over the top rope and snatched the mic from Hendricks.

Bulldozer Brixton: "You call THAT impressive?! What a JOKE!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Len Ragatti: "What the hell is with this guy?!"

Bulldozer Brixton: "OH SHUT UP! SHUTUP ALL OF YOU! You should be BOWING at my feet! You should be KISSING THE GR-"

Nope.

Before Brixton could finish, AAG smashed Brixton in the mouth with a right hand that dropped him..

"AYE- AYE- GEE! AYE- AYE- GEE! AYE- AYE- GEE!"

Tracy Race: "He just PUNCHED Brixton in the mouth!"

With Brixton attempting to get to his feet, Bonecrusher pointed down at Brixton and shouted, all as AAG hit the ropes and fired forward-- planting the sole of his right boot across of Brixton's face and knocked the man who had affectionately coined 'The Titan' by LEGACY.. out. AAG continued the assault, mounting Brixton, he fired right after left- after right after left until he busted Brixton open and pushed himself up.. all as he threw his arms out HIGH into the air.. the crowd of course LOVED it.

Len Ragatti: "IT SEEMS THAT GATES AND BONECRUSHER GAVE THAT OBNOXIOUS BULLDOZER A PARTING GIFT!"

As Brixton rolled out of the ring and crawled up the aisle, the crowd instantly let him hear it.. all as Johnny grabbed the microphone and led..

JBC: "C'MON BOYS AND GIRLS!" NA- NA- NA- NA.. NA- NA- NA- NA.. "

"HEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY.."

"GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDBBBBBYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

Tracy Race: "I- Is.. Is Brixton CRYING!?"

The camera zoomed into Bulldozer's face and like a bumbling baby, he indeed, beyond the crimson mask was crying and bawling like a baby!

JBC: "GOOOOOOOOODDDDBYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!"

Len Ragatti: "Good riddance!"

With the camera fixed in on JBC waving his arms in the air and singing to Brixton.. the scene faded out to another quick sponsorship break, all as while JBC was having the time of his life mocking Brixton, AAG didn't smile- he didn't laugh, he keep his eyes fixed on the target.. a dangerous man no.. doubt. The REAL Bulldozer from Brixton.. AAG.

Joe Cooper vs. Alex Andrews

Coming off of that EXPLOSIVE yet extremely entertaining segment featuring a crying Bulldozer Brixton who wrote his own resignation and Adrian Abernanthy Gates making his presence known, we're back at ring side and Joe Cooper who was on quite the roll over in LEGACY's sister affiliate; ICWA prior to it's hiatus is going up against Alex Andrews who took the fight to the bumbling crybaby Bulldozer Brixton during HIS handicap match. Nonetheless, as Kraloso was about to call for the bell.. it never happened..

Wasted - Burn Season

Before the match could OFFICIALLY start, from beyond the curtain moved WASTE in it's entirety. Angelica Night was at the side of Aiden Marx, Matt Ward and Cameron Kaiser who had The Lady of Babylon at HIS side stood at the top of the aisle, just staring down at ringside..

Len Ragatti: "Now what do THEY want?!"

Cooper and Andrews shrugged and exchanged the glare in WASTE's direction, all as WASTE proceeded to make their way down to the ring, they had pep in their step as Ward was the first to hit the ring, Andrews and Cooper jumped at him but Matt exploded with a double clothesline that dropped BOTH men. Aiden and Cameron were the last two to get into the ring, both entered from different sides of the ring as Aiden turned his body-- Alex Andrews popped up and tried to move in his direction but Marx MURDERED him with a superkick that knocked him UP and OVER the top rope. Adjusting his glasses- all eyes fell on Cam Kaiser who nodded and took the challenge, Joe Cooper turned in Cam's direction and Cam DECIMATED Cooper with a running Yakuza Kick, Cam adjusted his Plague Mask, all as WASTE stood in their glory.. soaking up the boo's they received.

Len Ragatti: "We're supposed to have a match here, dammit!"

Tracy Race: "You think they care? You think this collection of men care about ANOTHER match!? Well.. I can tell you, they don't. I don't know how Aiden Marx and Cameron Kaiser aren't murdering each other from the size of their egos- Ward probably doesn't even realize he's just their Frankenstein monster.."

Len Ragatti: "But.. Who's Doctor Frankenstein!? Kaiser or Marx?!"

Tracy Race: ".. both? Hell if I know.."

"WASTE SUCKS!" stomp- stomp
"WASTE SUCKS!" stomp- stomp
"WASTE SUCKS!" stomp- stomp

Aiden called for a mic, and like a guard dog, Ward snatched one for him all as he handed it off in Aiden's direction.

Aiden Marx: "You have yet to understand the primary concept behind WASTE.. We.. Are.. Superior.. to.. Everyone. We decided that we were tired of waiting in the back for this charade to end, I mean.. Who cares about Joe Cooper and Alex Andrews? Is there one person in attendance that'd want to see Joe Cooper and Alex Andrews engage in the battle of borefest instead of listening to the passages from.. The Book of Marx?"

Holding the microphone out for a second, the amount of arrogance that left Aiden was.. unbelievable.

Aiden Marx: "We decided that we were going to head to ring side and make it perfectly clear just in case you DIDN'T get it the first time, this is OUR show and we'll do as we wish."

"FUCK YOU AIDEN!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"FUCK YOU AIDEN!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"FUCK YOU AIDEN!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Handing the microphone off towards Cameron Kaiser who DIDN'T remove the Plague Mask, Cam took it and held the microphone at his side.. seconds passed and still.. nothing. Cocking his head back, Cameron and The Lady of Babylon exchanged looks all as Cam raised the mic to the mouth portion of his mask and well..

Cameron Kaiser: "..."

Len Ragatti: ".. this guy is strange.. That plague mask he proudly wears freaks me out!"

Tracy Race: "Strange but effective. For Cameron Kaiser it's ALL one big mindgame. That mask represents everything that HE finds wrong with people, as if they're an infection he needs to keep himself clear of. How do you beat- let alone get into the head of a guy like that who doesn't see you as an opponent, but rather.. an infection?"

.. said nothing. Instead, he handed the microphone back in Marx' direction, Aiden had no problem filling in the blanks for his stable-mate and as he was about to speak-- Cooper and Andrews got to their feet and made an attempt to rush at WASTE, not before Matt Ward picked them off again- Ward connected with a clothesline that dropped Andrews but Cooper ducked beneath it. As the fans jumped to their feet in hopes that Cooper would get at Marx-- Aiden simply pulled Angelica in front of him which caused Cooper to halt in his tracks-- all as the crowd let Aiden hear it.. but oddly enough, Angelica didn't mind taking a bullet for her man as she stood there with a smile on her face..

Len Ragatti: "Is this a faction or a freakin' cult!?"

Cooper backed up, all as with a ROAR Matt Ward moved forward, grabbed Cooper from behind and snapped backwards with a HARD Russian Legsweep. As Cooper's head bounced off of the mat, Marx moved Angelica out of his way as he stepped forward, Cam did the same all as Aiden stood over Cooper's fallen body as Cooper grabbed at his head in pain..

Aiden Marx: "Do you understand your place now, filth?"

Reaching down, Marx slapped the TASTE out of Cooper's mouth.

Aiden Marx: "Do you?"

Slapping him AGAIN, Marx dropped down to a knee and grabbed Cooper's head and put the mic near Cooper's mouth..

Joe Cooper: "GO TO HELL MARX!"

Len Ragatti: "JOE COOPER HAS NO FEAR!"

Tracy Race: ".. stupid move."

Aiden Marx: ".. We're already here."

Dropping the mic, Marx begun to pummel on Joe Cooper, all as the crowd suddenly jumped to their feet as darting through the curtain and heading straight for the ring was Marx' opponent for the evening; Kevin Moss. Moss slid into the ring beneath the bottom rope as Ward tried to go straight at him, Moss instead ducked beneath the attempt and tossed Ward over the top rope. Cam and The Lady of Babylon made their way out of the ring, all as before Moss could get his hands on Marx, Aiden rolled out of the ring.. Moss scooped the mic up and stood over Cooper's fallen body, protecting him as he pointed in Marx' direction.

Kevin Moss: "Yeah, it's easy being a tough guy when you outnumber a guy 4 to 1.. But what happens when the odds are even? Why don't we say to hell with waiting, let's get a ref down here and let's kick this bad boy off.. What ya got to say about that Marx?!"

Len Ragatti: "OH BOY, KEVIN MOSS WANTS TO GO NOW!"

Sprinting out from the back we see Official Kraloso again and she did in fact call for the bell to the delight of the fans!

Len Ragatti: "Looks like Moss versus Marx is going to happen.. now!"

Aiden Marx w/ WASTE vs. Kevin Moss

After Joe Cooper was taken out of the ring and Kraloso managed to get Marx into the ring, Marx and Moss locked up and Marx forced Moss down to the outside while still locked up- just as Ward was about to pounce on Kevin Moss, Kraloso ordered Matt Ward away or else Marx would be DQ'd. Cameron Kaiser and The Lady of Babylon watched on from beyond their plague masks as Marx and Moss found their way back into the ring-- Moss tried to wrestle Marx, but Marx was no slouch. Actually putting on quite the display of going hold for hold, Marx would eventually be forced to the ropes despite having the headlock advantage on Moss, firing him forward, Moss headed forward and before Marx could turn, Moss dumped Marx to the outside near his WASTE brethren. Moss played to the fans with taunts towards WASTE, all as Marx rolled back in and again locked up with Moss, the fans appreciated Marx' technical ability and also were surprised to see Kevin Moss hold his own against despite being primarily a striker. Eventually though, Moss would showcase that striking skill as despite Marx used both arms to block the attacks, Moss found a way through.. As Marx was forced back into the ropes- Moss fired forward..

Len Ragatti: "Moss is taking the fight to Aiden Marx! He's showing WASTE that they're NOT superior to everyone!"

Marx fired himself forward but before he could block what was coming, Kevin Moss leaped into the air off of his right foot and planted his right fist across of Marx' forehead as Marx hit the mat and once again rolled out of the ring..

Len Ragatti: "WHAT A SUPERMAN PUNCH!"

"KEV- IN- MOSS! KEV- IN- MOSS! KEV- IN- MOSS!"

Tracy Race: "Nice!"

Marx moved around the ringpost and towards the safety of WASTE but Kevin Moss had it scouted. Once Marx was in place, Kevin Moss took a rare risk and hit the ropes, off of a sprint he ascended the turnbuckle, stood on the top and FIRED himself at WASTE-- and managed to land ACROSS of Aiden Marx and Matt Ward, all as Cameron, Angelica and Lady of Babylon moved out of the way at the last second.. The fans LOVED it as Moss used the barricade to get himself back to his feet, all as he reached down and got Marx back in the ring.. making a cover, he got a two count as the match continued. Once again.. Moss found himself wanting to take a chance as Marx was getting to his feet- Moss backed himself into the turnbuckle and hoisted himself up onto the second rope. Sitting there for a moment-- he quickly was distracted by Angelica Night..

Len Ragatti: "Someone get that jezebel out of here!"

Angelica Night surely hopped up onto the ring apron RIGHT where Kevin Moss was seated on the top rope-- Official Kraloso- an ex-female wrestler had no qualms actually REACHING and GRABBING Angelica's hair and pulling it to the side as the fans POPPED again!

Tracy Race: "SHE CAN'T PUT HER HANDS ON TALENT! DIDN'T SHE SEE WHAT MATLOCK DID TO POLANSKI!?"

As Angelica let off a screech resembling a banshee, Moss took his eye off of the target for one second too long as Marx sprinted towards the turnbuckle, hopped onto the top rope and used that as a spring to land a HUGE engizuri across Moss' head, which caused Moss to fall forward and land face-first on the mat.

Tracy Race: "BITTERSWEET CASUALTY!"

With another near-fall for Marx, Marx of course complained of a slow count but Kraloso didn't pay him any mind, Marx centered his attacks on Moss' head as that vicious knee was capable of ending anyone's night.. especially if Marx was totally on target. After a few well placed stomps, Marx allowed Moss to his feet and fired off a few kicks that connected across Moss' shoulders, softening him up as Marx backed into the ropes and sprung himself forward-- as he did so, Moss rolled to the side and managed to scoop himself up- before Marx could see exactly where Moss was, Moss rushed at Marx and SMASHED him with a spinning elbow. The elbow didn't get the job done as Moss got a near fall, he didn't complain about it though.. On the outside Angelica looked out of it as her hair was a mess from Official Kraloso getting in her face and setting her straight. As the back and forth continued however, it was one deciding moment that had Aiden Marx looking like a winner-- a winner.

Len Ragatti: "What a elbow by Aiden Marx!"

Staggering Kevin Moss, Marx backed himself into the turnbuckle and fired himself forward, leaping into the air Marx caught MAJOR hang-time and landed ACROSS of Moss with his version of the Stinger Splash as Moss stumbled forward- Marx knew that this could be it and as he hit the ropes, before he could explode forward and throw that CRAZY/VICIOUS knee in Moss' direction, moving through the crowd with a icepack taped to his head and hopping the barricade-

Len Ragatti: "IT'S JOE COOPER! JOE COOPER IS BACK OUT HERE!"

Cooper, who was jumped by WASTE earlier and had been taken to the back by the staff reached out and grabbed a hold of Aiden's leg, stopping him before he could move forward. Wrapping around the ring post, Matt Ward jumped into the ring and as Official Kraloso caught sight of Cooper yanking Marx out of the ring, Ward at the PERFECT time clocked Kevin Moss with a sprinting clothesline that knocked Moss down-- Kraloso waved it off and called for the bell while shouting down at Rob Hendricks..

Len Ragatti: "WHAT THE HELL!?"

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: ".. due to MULTIPLE outside interference.. referee Veronica Kraloso has thrown the match out and deemed this a.. DOUBLE.. DISQUALIFICATION!"

Len Ragatti: "THEY'RE NOT STOPPING! LOOK AT JOE COOPER RAIN DOWN ON AIDEN MARX! AND KEVIN MOSS IS GIVING WARD A PIECE OF HIS MIND! FOLKS WE HAVE TO TAKE A SPONSORSHIP BREAK, BUT WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK! THIS IS INSANITY!"

With WASTE, Cooper and Moss all going at it.. the show cut to a quick sponsorship break- damn those sponsors and their demands..

Joey Edwards w/ Richard Steen vs. Mike Harrison

With the ruckus from earlier with WASTE.. Kevin Moss and Joe Cooper, ringside had once again been brought under control-- things were in order. Already reaching the ring Joey Edwards and Richard Steen was talking strategy, all as.. there was no Mike Harrison. Buzz begun to fill the arena as Official Veronica Kraloso moved towards Edwards and Steen, both of which she asked questions to- but neither of them could answer her..

Len Ragatti: "Seems.. Like Mike Harrison is no-where to be found.."

Kraloso signaled for the bell-- with that done she moved towards the side of the ring facing the aisle and begun the mandatory 10 count..

"ONE!"

Tracy Race: "Yeah Ragatti, I don't know where Mike Harrison is but Kraloso started the ten count.."

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!"

Edwards perched himself in the corner and kicked himself up onto the turnbuckle as he extended his legs and tucked his hands in back of his head.

"SIX!"

"SEVEN!"

"EIGHT!"

Len Ragatti: ".. where the hell is he?! I could of SWORN i saw him!"

"NINE!"

"TEN!"

Signaling for the bell, Kraloso moved towards Edwards who pushed himself off of the turnbuckle and moved to the center of the ring. Kraloso grabbed at Edwards' wrist and held his arm high in the air, all as Rob Hendricks' voice sounded over the mic..

Rob Hendricks: "Due to count out.. Yooooourrr winnnnnnnnnerr.. JJJJJOEEEEEEYYYYYY.. EDDDDDDDDDWWWWAAAAAARDDDSSSSSSSSSS!"

With Edwards dropping down to his knees as if he just won an hour long classic, Steen played the role of Mickey from Rocky and advocated his clients actions as he too acted as if Joey Edwards won the World Championship. Nonetheless with the camera fixed in on the two in the ring, Ragatti's voice sounded over the broadcast..

Len Ragatti: "Uh folks, we're getting word.. that.. there's something going on backstage.. Sorry to cut off of the Edwards and Steen Celebration hour.. let's take a look.."

Backstage Segment

Cutting from the ring to the back, there was a bunch of people formed around an area of the back as the camera moved forward and shoved past the scene. As it closed in on what the crowd of people was looking at, down on the ground- a total bloody mess, we see Mike Harrison, all as Harrison lay motionless. Moving closer and zooming down at Harrison's broken body, a hand-- a massive one at that swept through the area and past the crowd of people all as the camera turned and once again, spotted 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider. With Schneider of course was Petey Bauer.. and when Bauer spotted what had happened to Mike Harrison- he grabbed at his curly hair and yanked at it.

Petey Bauer: "What the hell happened to him?!"

There was no answer, the crowd of people just kept rumbling to themselves as Bauer stepped off of the scene and the camera followed him. Schneider marched behind him like the lunatic he was, all until sipping on a bottle of water and still with the ice-pack taped to his head..

Petey Bauer: ".. Joe Cooper, Joe Cooper you son of a bitch."

Taken back by Bauer's tone, Cooper turned and placed the bottle off to the side.

Petey Bauer: "You ruined a perfectly good match because of your stupid envy!"

Joe Cooper: "Me?! THEY attacked me and Andrews! They wrecked OUR match yet you're not saying a damn thing about that!"

Schneider stepped in front of Bauer and stared Cooper down, all as Bauer could easily sense the anger radiating from Cooper's body. Schneider's crazy glare fixed upon Cooper, but Cooper didn't back down at all and kept the stare going.

Maxwell Schneider: "You watch your tone when you speak to Mister Bauer."

Joe Cooper: ".. Or what?"

Tilting his head to the side as he smiled, Schneider grabbed at his busy beard and tugged on it.

Maxwell Schneider: ".. I hurt you.. and I hurt you badly."

Despite Schneider being an absolute MONSTER compared to Joe Cooper, the man didn't back down and that was respectable. Bauer stroked his chin from behind the security of Schneider, all as he nodded his head and chuckled.

Petey Bauer: "This is funny.. Funny because I know that at this moment, Aiden Marx is destroying a room- he's probably breaking glass and television screens.. so you know what? I'll give you and Kevin Moss an opportunity. You two don't like WASTE? Good.. then why don't you SHOW us how much you don't like WASTE. At the next show I'm making it official now-- Aiden Marx and Matt Ward versus Joe Cooper and Kevin Moss.. And I hope for YOUR sake, Kevin Moss doesn't decide to call it quit and leave you high and dry.. because I'm not changing the match, I don't care if Kevin Moss decides to go Aaron Hernandez on us.. It's GOING to happen."

Joe Cooper: "Perfectly fine with me."

Petey Bauer: "Good- because the one thing I forgot to mention since you're 'perfectly' fine with it.. 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider? He'll be special guest reffing the match."

That didn't sit well with Cooper as he let off a deep sigh-- Schneider smiled and nodded his head, all as he extended both arms in Cooper's direction..

Maxwell Schneider: "I'll be seeing you, shrimp."

The crazy man let off a wink as Bauer did the same.. they left Cooper standing there all as he was taking in the moment.. Cooper seemed adamant on getting back at Marx and Ward for the unwarranted attack and for them causing their match to be thrown out, so he gets to team with someone who doesn't exactly have love for WASTE neither-- Narx and Moss showed that they DID NOT like each other.. Ward and Cooper showed the same, so the match would absolutely no doubt be something to keep an eye on. With Maxwell Schneider as the special guest referee though.. that adds a totally different dynamic as the man was a loose cannon.. who knew what he was going to do once he put that striped shirt on and was left in charge of the match-- already a great start for the next show. Cutting from backstage on a shot of Joe Cooper-- the match returns to ringside where Ruby Red had made her entrance.. Rina Kirilos had already got to the ring.. Ruby was alone as Christian Othniel was probably in the back somehow plotting the further destruction of Bobby Langford. Once again Official Veronica Kraloso was in charge of the match up-- one getting the nod from both parties when checking if they were ready, Kraloso called for the bell.

Ruby Red vs. Rina Kirilos

To kick the match off, Ruby mocked Rina by skipping around the ring-- Rina didn't seem to let Ruby get into her head as she tried to shoot forward and look for an opening but Ruby being the skilled in-ring veteran she was, avoided the shoot and instead kicked Rina on the side of the head-- the arch of her foot connected across of Rina's head and face, which took The Triple Threat Five Star Attraction out of the picture. With Rina reeling and attempting to get back into the fold of things, Ruby continued to mock her with skipping around the ring.. All as Ruby reached down and grabbed hold of Rina's hair showing ZERO compassion, she plucked Rina off of the mat and whipped her into the ropes. Rina came off of it and Ruby moved forward and ducked beneath Rinas lariat attempt-- picking Rina up off of the mat, Ruby SNAPPED backwards and dropped Rina SQUARE on her face with the 'Red Handed', as Ruby slowly sat up and chuckled. She seemed to be totally enjoying the beating she was putting on Kirilos and despite Kraloso's urges to pin her, Ruby didn't bother, instead she'd force her backwards and into the turnbuckle-- Ruby would release a PLETHORA of chops across of Rina's chest, all that stung like a mo'fo. With Rina being totally dominated, she did to her credit try to fire off some offense but it didn't make a lick of difference.. not at all.

Len Ragatti: "On a night where we seen Adrian Abernanthy Gates DOMINATE TWO opponents-- we didn't think anything else could compare.. but the beating 'The Crimson Queen' is putting on Rina Kirilos is something else!"

Tracy Race: "Ruby knows that as far as Othniel's 'purge' goes, she's in charge of weeding out the weak females since Bauer put a ban on any kind of male versus female stuff.. And with the way Ruby is approaching this and how she's totally taking it to Rina, it's obvious Ruby sees her as nothing but.. scum."

Rina-- again, to her credit tried to throw a right hand but Ruby blocked it, as Ruby stepped in, she fired off a back elbow shot that connected across the side of Rina's head causing her to stumble backwards. As Rina tried to catch herself in the process before losing too much of her balance, she tried to give it all she had and fired herself forward but Ruby quickly lifted her foot and kicked Rina in her stomach and doubled her over-- with Rina gasping for breath, Ruby grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her backwards all as Ruby jumped into the air and landed backwards, PLATING Rina on her face..

Tracy Race: "It's safe to say that.. Rina Kirilos has been.. Seeing Red."

With Rina's body going limp, Ruby spun her over and kept her vertical base, all as Ruby placed her left foot across of Rina's chest and lifted her right hand up and blew on her red colored nails, all as she let off exaggerated yawn with Kraloso getting into position..

One..

TWO..

THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "Yoooooooourrrrrrrrrr winnerrrrr... RRRRRRRUBBBBBBBBYYYYYY.. RRRRRREDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

Len Ragatti: "I don't think you could get anymore cocky if you wanted.. what an insult to this glorious business we work in!"

Tracy Race: "Why!? Because she didn't settle for an orthodox pin?! Face it, whether you want to admit it or not-- even if The Ladies of LEGACY is still building.. Ruby Red is the be-all, end-all of it. She's DOMINATED two opponents in two consecutive shows.. She DESTROYED Zoe-- ran her out of the promotion and this time? She domainted Rina this week.. and God knows if Rina will decide to stick around after this lashing she received. Ruby Red is the real.. freakin'.. deal."

Othniel/Con segment

The familiar "Blood" by In This Moment sounded, all as Ruby made sure to kick Rina out of HER ring, all as she stood in the center of the ring, striking a pose and taking in all of the jeers and boos that was thrown in her direction.. all as she did this, the scene cut backstage where Christian Othniel was seen once again-- he was instantly catching heat despite being in the back. CO and Escobar were conversing somewhere in the back-- Othniel had a bag thrown over his shoulder.

Con Escobar: "Feels good to be back.. Oddly enough, I missed the business."

Christian Othniel: "Glad you decided to make your return when you did-- there's no telling what I'd had done to Langford if you didn't stop me."

Esco chuckled at CO's words, all as Esco slapped Othniel's shoulder.

Con Escobar: "We've got business to talk bruh, but that's later. Let's wait for your girl Ruby to get back here and you can show me around town.."

"Am I invited to tag along?"

Esco and CO arched their respectable brows as they both-- at the same time-- looked toward the source of the voice as the camera pulled back and showed standing there in a figure hugging black dress and her golden locks pulled into a french braid-- a former friend of their's..

Christian Othniel: "Miks? What.. The hell are you doing here?"

Esco let off a light chuckle-- despite their time sharing a stable name in Natural Selection, Esco and Mikah weren't exactly the best of friends. Esco nodded in CO's direction and walked out of the room, giving Mikah a light nod as he did so as Mikah stepped in and nodded in CO's direction.

Mikah: "Thanks for not calling, or even letting me know you were back in the states.. Who'd know that you'd have the chance to wrestle at home?"

Christian Othniel: "Look Miks.. Nothing personal but I figured you was busy, I didn't want to interrupt what you had going on."

As if she didn't care to hear anything he said, Mikah flicked Othniel's exposed biceps which was covered in tattoos as she snickered.

Mikah: "You look too much like him now.. I'm surprised you aren't calling yourself The Tiger Shark or something."

That 'him' reference, was of course a nod to Jacob Mitchell- a story for a different time.

Christian Othniel: "A different look, something I've been wanting to do. But yeah Miks.. It's a different time now, things are.. way different. I've got a vision to follow, I've found purpose and it starts with wiping guys like Bobby Langford off of the face of the Earth.."

Mikah: "Oh, I've been watching.. your personal 'purge' right? Don't forget that we were joined at the hip in Manhattan, Christian.. I know your tricks."

Christian Othniel: ".. something like that."

"Oh?"

Making her way from the ring to the back after her victory, the camera showed Ruby Red standing in all of her glory. Mikah and Ruby's eyes met all as CO suddenly felt uneasy with the situation and let off that cocky grin of his.

Christian Othniel: "Ruby.. Mikah- Mikah.. Ruby."

Ruby Red: "Un ami de la vôtre?"

Managing to pick up JUST enough of French by hanging around with Ruby as much as he has, CO nodded-

Christian Othniel: "An old friend at that. But Miks.. We've gotta head off, planning- you know how we do this. I don't want to keep Esco waiting, you know how impatient he gets."

Christian nodded and stepped forward, Ruby watched CO leave as she stepped into the room and leaned against the locker there, all as Mikah placed her arms across her chest. Neither woman said anything for the initial few seconds.. until of course, Ruby broke the silence with a snicker.

Ruby Red: "Just from the looks of things, it seems that you two were more than just friends.. Interestingly enough, that doesn't bother me at all. Christian and I have an understanding, we're set out to do the same thing.. No distractions can take our eye off of the prize."

Mikah: "I'm not here to cause any trouble, but I am here to put periods at the end of sentences to start a new chapter. Whether or not he's one of them remains to be seen.. but good job.. I saw you stomp Kirilos out.. Too bad it won't be that easy if we're squaring off."

With a wink, Mikah stepped forward and nodded in Ruby's direction and left Ruby alone.. as the camera cut back to Ruby, she pushed herself off of the locker.

Ruby Red: "Stupide pute."

With a scoff following her French, Ruby moved away from the camera's view too as she would bask in the success she's managed to achieve thus far in LEGACY.. but she knew that eventually that road would cross where CO would have to deal with Mikah who seemed to have popped up JUST at the right time-- something Ruby would have absolutely NO problem dealing with if need be.. As Ruby stated, CO and The Crimson Queen had an understanding- the purge WOULD commence.. and there was NO stopping it.

Zarek Lyle open mic segment

Standing in the ring with a microphone in her hands, we come across the lovely Rebecca Bradley again. The crowd grew quiet as they figured it was THAT time of the show where the recently returned Zarek Lyle would have his shot to explain his actions at Friday the 20th. Becca Bradley cleared her throat lightly, all as she lifted the mic-

Rebecca Bradley: "Ladies and gentlemen, as promised two weeks ago by LEGACY Officials.. Allow me to introduce with an OPEN MICROPHONE.. Zarek.. Lyle.."

If you were waiting for a theme, you'd be stuck on pause forever and there was none. After a few seconds of waiting, the camera shifted to the top of the stage where emerging from the back of the curtain- we see Zarek Lyle who was dressed in regular street clothes.. a white button down shirt, a pair of jeans and some Nikes. Moving down the aisle, he jumped up onto the apron and got into the ring, all as Becca Bradley offered him the mic- which he took. Becca then left the ring, allowing Zarek to stand there, taking in the moment as the crowd seemed.. indifferent towards him. It wasn't an overwhelming sense of where they were at regarding their stance on him.

Zarek Lyle: "I bet you're all wondering why I did.. what I did to Scotty Addams, right?"

The crowd didn't give a direct answer in the form of a chant, all as Zarek smirked and continued.

Zarek Lyle: "First off- let me clear something up. The rumors that I'm NOT signed to LEGACY? Completely true, there's nothing exaggerated there. I haven't signed with LEGACY, not because of a lack of trying-- I've been pushing and pushing but they're not caving-- they say they don't trust me. See.. I've been gone for a while, I've been off doing my own thing, finding myself-- and the one thought that I couldn't shake- that one image I couldn't get out of my head.. is Scotty Addams managing to lie and coax his way into a spot where he's competing for a World Championship- it.. it made me SICK."

Not managing to get a solid reaction until that- the boos from the crowd really seemed to amuse Lyle.

Zarek Lyle: "And it's not because I haven't reached those heights.. I have. Scotty was a late bloomer, it took him a while to catch on and get where he needed to be.. but then I heard the noise.. I begun to see that people were forgetting about me- about what I've accomplished! It's no secret that The New Revolution was one of the greatest tag teams in professional wrestling history- the chemistry between Scotty and myself.. You don't come across that everyday. But are we really going to sit back and pretend that.. Scotty Addams is better than me? That Scotty Addams'.. A man who was basically black-balled from companies because he didn't know when to shut his mouth.. is better.. than me?"

With a chuckle, Zarek rolled his eyes and continued.

Zarek Lyle: "Sure, and while we're at it let's suspend belief long enough to think that for a single second- Carson, California is a legitimate Pro Wrestling city!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Zarek Lyle: "Oh what's the matter?! You guys can dish it out but can't take it?! I thought you were such 'hardcore' fans that could see things happening before they did?! You sure as hell didn't see me returning two weeks ago and putting Scotty on his back-- the only place he belongs. The guy isn't an upper-tier talent-- I'd be hard pressed to even qualify him as a B+ Player! The guy is a C average and it's no secret that *I* carried The New Revolution! Look through the tapes-- go on and watch the matches-- Sure, Scotty did the promoting-- he did the talking and got hype going but once that bell hit-- it was Zarek Lyle who did the heavy lifting-- NOT Scotty Addams!"

"SCOTTY! SCOTTY! SCOTTY!"

Whether or not he was anticipating THIS big of a reaction for Scotty Addams, Zarek moved the mic away from his lips all as he looked through the arena-- a sigh sounded.

Zarek Lyle: ".. Now.. As I said earlier, I've made an active effort to sign with LEGACY.. I told them what I intended to do but they're not giving me the benefit of the doubt and it's beginning to grow increasingly frustrating. I told LEGACY what I wanted-- I want Scotty Addams. I don't care if it's in a cage- with a ladder-- if I have to put him through a table or if I have to make him bleed.. I want Scotty Addams one on one so the doubt is cleared up-- so the critics is.. shut up.. So with a live mic, no restrictions, I'm not *asking* anymore, I'm DEMANDING that someone with power get off their ass and get to the ring and give me something in writing saying that Zarek Lyle versus Scotty Addams is going to happen!"

Lowering the microphone from his mouth, Zarek looked towards the aisle.. but what he got wasn't what he asked for. Moving through the curtain with a mic in his hands to the delight of the crowd was Scotty Addams, and despite falling victim to Zarek's attack last week- he didn't seem to be in such a bad mood.

"SCOTTY! SCOTTY SCOTTY!"

Lyle moved towards the ropes and pointed off at Scotty, all as he shouted in Addams' direction as Scotty raised the mic.

Scotty Addams: ".. are you done bitching yet?"

Once again Lyle pointed and shouted in Scotty's direction, all as Addams chuckled.

Scotty Addams: "I don't know know how much more times we need to travel this road. In Manhattan? You hit me with a superkick and stood over me.. but you vanished. Now you're wanting to face me again, even going as far as to HOP A BARRICADE during my match to get my attention! I mean c'mon Zarek, I thought you were better than that!"

"ZAREK SUCKS! ZAREK SUCKS! ZAREK SUCKS!"

Scotty Addams: "I remember a time when we had each other's back.. We always knew that The New Revolution wouldn't last forever.. I thought that you were cool with the fact that one of us was going to reach the highest of heights-- but apparently I was wrong. See.. Yeah, I was the one that'd hype things up- I did a damn good job of it too, in fact.. I still do! So I'm saying this-- one match Zarek-- One match. No rubber matches, there won't be a repeat performance. Scotty Addams.. Zarek Lyle.. One match and that's it. It's time we moved on with our careers, despite you attacking me and acting like a punk-- I know that beneath the envy-- beneath the jealously, there's the Zarek Lyle I know that exists."

Moving the mic from his mouth, Zarek smirked.

Zarek Lyle: "One match, huh? Well.. I suggest you do what you do best and pull some strings-- 'cause they aren't budging in my demands. Go on Scotty, go politic like you're known for doing so well, go make sure that the match is put together because I promise you-- I'm going to shatter that fake, counterfeit set of confidence you're putting up. You know as well as I do that you're not better than me-- and I'll show these jackass fans who the REAL talent of The New Revolution really is."

Scotty Addams: "I'll request the match for sure.. Just make sure you stick around long enough this time to see it through."

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"One Step to Fall" by Across the Rain blasted over the PA after Addams' diss aimed at Zarek to which Lyle simply smiled and welcomed. Scotty then held the mic out in front of him and let it go in a nonchalant manner, allowing it to fall on the aisle all as he put both arms in the air. The crowd popped for Scotty here as now it was to be seen.. Could Scotty Addams get LEGACY to buy into the fact that he should be given ONE match with Zarek Lyle, who's vanished in the past? Could Scotty Addams convince LEGACY to take a chance on a match where they can't guarantee that the participant will show up for-- it's bad business to have a no-show, especially in a match with the history of Addams and Lyle. How this played out would be something of the ages-- and the look etched across both Addams' and Lyle's face showed that they wanted it to happen- now LEGACY just had to take that leap of fate..

Noah Adelaide w/ Frank Washington vs. Cameron Kaiser w/ The Lady of Babylon

With the words of Addams and Lyle still ringing through the arena-- there was no better time for a match of huge proportions to kick off.. Noah Adelaide, the speed demon squared off against Cameron Kaiser-- an oddball to some, but in his mind? He was the supreme. The match kicked off with of course Noah attempting to use his speed as a way to counteract Cam's all-around style, and it worked. Noah managed to put Cam down first with a QUICK body-press off of the ropes, with a near fall counted, Cam didn't want any part of that and rolled out of the ring and beneath the bottom rope. LEGACY fans were treated early on as Noah didn't want to give Cam ANY advantage so the second he popped back to his feet, he hit the ropes and threw himself off of the top rope and CRASHED down across Cam, the fans of course dug it. The match continued on with Cam not able to find a sense of offense as Noah had his number each time. The strategy that Frank Washington had helped him work up seemed to be going as perfectly as possible-- all as Noah continued to force Cam to work the match at HIS pace, which was in sixth gear. Each time Cam would ALMOST gain an advantage, Noah would use his speed and size to his advantage to kill the momentum before it could roll forward. After a few near-falls, Cam again rolled out of the ring- pounding on the mat out of sheer frustration, he didn't enjoy how things were going.. and how could he? Noah wasn't supposed to be making him look THIS bad, it wasn't possible. After Cam got back into the ring, he didn't stray away from using whatever tactic he could to get himself back into the swing of things as a thumb to the eye with Noah looking to push the pace again slowed him down. After a few stiff looking elbow and punches aimed at Noah's chest and face- Cameron forced him into the corner where he released a plethora of punches again, looking to take the wind out of Noah's body with each hand landing across of Noah's body. Cam self-admittedly wasn't strong against high fliers but a thumb to the eye followed by a back Mule kick to the gut would slow ANYONE down. With Noah slowed, Cam begun to unleash his offense-- a totally unorthodox round of striking-- there didn't seem to be a method to his madness to the naked eye with Cam firing off a chop to the throat which knocked Noah back-- following it up with a right to the ribs and then a kick to the knee cap, the random strikes may look foolish but it was all part of Cam's plan to not just alienate one part of the body but make sure EVERYTHING hurt. As Noah tried to fight through the strikes, Cam stopped him with a lifting knee, all as Noah stumbled backwards..

Len Ragatti: "I don't.. I don't get Cameron Kaiser. The guy is so off-the-wall that I can't grasp a concept of what he's out to do!"

Tracy Race: ".. that's the point. Cam doesn't want to be figured out, he wants to be the only one who gets what he does and why he says things. It gives him such an advantage that while people are busy trying to crack his code, he can smile and push on knowing that by the time they have even the slightest idea of what he's doing.. it's too late."

Len Ragatti: "You've put some real thought into that!"

Tracy Race: "A guy like Cameron Kaiser deserves that much. He'll beat you psychologically AND physically.. All as he enjoys it."

With Noah reeling from that knee, he let off a gasp for air all as he was resting across the ropes. His arms had grabbed at his mid-section all as Cam flung himself forward, Noah JUST managed to avoid it as Cam threw a HUGE Yakuza Kick..

Len Ragatti: "And there's that speed again!"

With Cam's leg hanging over the top rope-- the fans popped as Noah quickly hit the turnbuckle facing the direction Cam was looking towards-- well, not so much 'looking' as at the moment he was more pre-occupied with shouting in pain from stretching his leg in such a manner.. all as Noah scaled the turnbuckle, and used it to basically springboard himself towards Cam and connected with a pretty solid looking missile dropkick which forced Cam to stumble forward OVER the top rope and DOWN outside of the ring!

Len Ragatti: "Noah Adelaide once again showing off that speed and heart!"

"NOAH!" stomp- stomp
"NOAH!" stomp- stomp
"NOAH!" stomp- stomp

Moving back, Noah once again used the ropes to fire himself forward and once he was within reach he leaped ONTO the top rope-- balancing himself-- as Cameron turned around, Noah pulled off a SICK looking Shooting Star Press..

Len Ragatti: "OH! OH! OH WOW!"

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

The SECOND Noah managed to flip and look to crash across of Cameron's body-- Cam took a side step and fired himself forward landing a HUGE superkick across of Noah's face before he landed, which adjusted the way he fell and hit the mat pretty hard. Cam dropped down to a knee after firing that lethal kick, all as Noah and Cam managed to get the fans off of their seats and into a FRENZY!

Tracy Race: "In ALL of my years in this industry-- and it's a lot, I've NEVER seen a counter like that before. I don't know if Cam was acting out of pure instinct or what but he landed that kick right on the kisser and he taught Adelaide a quick lesson about high-risk attempts!"

'"THIS IS AWESOME!"' clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"THIS IS AWESOME!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Len Ragatti: "Jam-packed house here at the Carson Community Center seems to be TOTALLY appreciative of the sacrifices both men are making here.."

The match really never was the same after that. Despite being rolled into the ring and having ALMOST a 3 count, Noah never regained that edge he had with his speed, all because that kick adjusted his conscious. He never really was able to fully commit himself to taking chances with the lingering thought of how dangerous of a striker Cam was. Nonetheless, Cam begun to single out Noah's shoulder-- as when Noah landed off of that failed SSP attempt, he landed on his shoulder and Cam was like a shark with blood in the water. Stomping at it, kicking at it, stretching it up into the air and jamming it down onto the mat, it didn't matter, if it was effective, Kaiser used it against of Noah. With Frank in his corner shouting advice and attempting to get things rolling back in their direction- it didn't work as Kaiser managed to push the match in his favor.. and it came with possibly damaging Noah's shoulder..

Len Ragatti: "Wh- What the hell is Kaiser doing now?!"

Managing to secure what he liked to call the 'Anaconda Cross in, a cross armed Anaconda Vice, Cam had Noah dead center in the ring as he tugged at Noah's upper-body, all as Official Kraloso got in Noah's face and asked if he wanted to give up..

Noah Adelaide: "NO! NO! GOD NO!"

Len Ragatti: "NOAH IS ONE TOUGH CUSTOMER!"

"NOAH!" stomp- stomp
"NOAH!" stomp- stomp
"NOAH!" stomp- stomp

With Frank managing to get the fans back into the swing of things-- Noah tried-- he scratched, he clawed.. all as he tried to get to the bottom rope to break the lock, all as Cam continued to pull backwards and kept shouting at Noah to give it up-- to stop fighting and accept his place in the world..

Tracy Race: "HE'S GOING TO HURT NOAH BADLY.. GIVE UP KID, GIVE IT UP!"

Len Ragatti: "NO! HE CAN'T GIVE UP, HE CAN'T DO THAT! NOAH NEEDS TO FIGHT! C'MON KID, YOU'RE ALMOST THERE.."

With Noah reaching-- the kid was probably going to pop his shoulder out of it's socket to reach the ropes..

Len Ragatti: "C'MON NOAH!"

.. AND HE GOT IT! Despite Cam yanking back as much as he could, despite the hurt he put Noah through, Adelaide didn't cave in, he kept fighting and used his LEG, not his arm to reach the ropes. Kraloso got in Cam's face and ordered the break-- once at three, he broke the hold and rolled off to the side, all as Noah was hurting. Clutching his body in pain, Cam found it funny, letting off a cackle at the damage done. From there-- Cam would continue to target Noah's hurt upperbody, different strikes were put in place to make sure he didnt work up a second wind.. Cam was ruthless. But with Frank's support on the outside, with Washington getting the crowd back into the swing of things and chanting for Noah to get going, Adelaide again defied the odds and started to fight back-- he couldn't go punch for punch with Cam due to his shoulder being totally screwed up, but he could use those educated feet of his, which Cam completely forgot about. Striking Cam across each side of the leg with a stiff kick-- Noah backed himself into the ropes and fired forward--

Len Ragatti: "What's not got in store for us here.."

Tracy Race: "WOW! DAMN- FREAKIN' DAMN, WHAT A KICK!"

Yep, out of NO WHERE, Noah managed to throw a HUGE kick that connected across the temple of Cam Kaiser-- as his legs went limp, Cam crumbled down to the mat- landing flat on his back. The crowd jumped to their feet again as with his good arm, Noah pointed at the turnbuckle--

Len Ragatti: "DRAGONS WRATH?! IS HE LOOKING FOR DRAGONS WRATH HERE?!"

Moving to it, Noah climbed the turnbuckle and balanced himself on it.. but before he could leap off of the top rope-- The Lady of Babylon slid into the ring and stood BEFORE the fallen Cam Kaiser-- all as she, beyond that plague mask stared in Noah Adelaide's direction..

Noah Adelaide: "MOVE! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY NOW!"

Len Ragatti: ".. he's got these people brainwashed! She's willing on taking a bullet for'em!"

Official Kraloso who already dealt with ONE WASTE female of the night moved towards the direction of The Lady of Babylon and grabbed her the beak of her mask.. Dragging her to the corner-- The Lady of Babylon SHOVED official Kraloso into the ropes- which caused Noah to lose his footing on the top rope and land.. across his lower region..
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Len Ragatti: "WHAT THE HELL!?"

Completely unaware of what just happened, Kraloso EXPLODED out from the turnbuckle and connected with a CRAZY lariat that turned The Lady of Babylon inside out--

Tracy Race: "SHE JUST TOOK HER HEAD OFF!"

"KRA- LO- SO! KRA- LO- SO! KRA- LO- SO!"

Huffing and puffing from anger, Kraloso kicked The Lady of Babylon out from the ring.. all as that allowed Cam enough time to get to his feet. Stumbling towards the turnbuckle, he climbed it as well and threw Noah's arm over his head in the form of a suplex, all as he reached down and grabbed a hold of Noah's tights from the side..

Tracy Race: "We saw this at Friday the 20th-- The Starkiller Driver!"

As Cam tried to lift Noah off of the turnbuckle-- Noah hooked his leg around the second rope and stopped the motion. After ANOTHER heave, Noah AGAIN blocked it-- this time following that up with a shoulder to the gut which broke the lock. As Cam looked up- Noah used the top of his head to SMASH into Cam's face-- as Cam's eyes rolled into the back of his head, he fell backwards and landed on his back on the mat..

Len Ragatti: "A HEADBUTT?! A HEADUBUTT!"

Slowly pushing himself up, Noah jumped off of the top rope, soared through the air and CRASHED across of Cam Kaiser--

Tracy Race: "DRAGON'S WRATTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

BOOM! Once he landed, Cam's body jerked from the impact, all as hooking the leg-- Noah threw his head back..

ONE!

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TWO!

Len Ragatti: "WHAT IMPACT!"

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THR-

NO!

NO!

NO!

Before Kraloso's hand could meet the mat for a third time, Matt Ward had sprinted out from the back and slid into the ring, dropping a huge elbow across of Noah's back..

ding.. ding.. ding

Len Ragatti: "THAT SON OF A BITCH!"

Stomping at Noah's fallen body as Noah lay there helpless..

Steven Regal 1st WWF Theme: A Real Man's Man HD

Bobby Langford w/ Frank Washington and a Partially Hurt Noah Adelaide vs. Matt Ward w/ a Sorta Unconscious Cameron Kaiser & Lady of Babylon

With that familiar theme cutting in over the boos that the crowd provided.. It didn't take long as darting from the back like a bat out of hell..

Len Ragatti: "IT'S BOBBY LANGFORD! BOBBY LANGFORD! A FELLOW EMERALD ACADEMY STUDENT!"

Langford SPRINTED down the aisle and jumped into the ring, Cameron Kaiser was out of it and on the floor as Matt Ward tried to launch himself at Bobby-- The Steel City Dream plucked Matt OFF of the floor, spun him around and CRUSHED him over his knee..

Len Ragatti: "BOBBY LANGFORD JUST.. PUT.. WARD.. DOWN!"

Matt grabbed at his back in pain as Bobby jumped up to his feet- as Frank moved over to check on Noah on the outside, Bobby made a motion to Official Kraloso who simply shrugged her shoulders and turned towards the time keeper-- all as the time keeper [who was really Rob Hendricks] signaled for the bell..

ding.. ding.. ding

Len Ragatti: ".. It seems like.. Bobby Langford and Matt Ward is going to start.. NOW!"

"BOBBY! BOBBY! BOBBY!"

This wasn't even a match, this was a fight. Bobby and Matt would engage in a few shot for shot moments-- despite Bobby being the bigger guy physically, Matt Ward was as tough as they came and didn't back down from a fight. Each time Bobby would land a solid right hand, Matt would wave Bobby down and shout for more-- as Bobby would pack a little extra after each punch. After about the fifth consecutive shot, Matt was losing his balance and managed to stumble backwards against the ropes, Bobby fired himself forward and clotheslined Matt OVER th top rope and down onto the floor below- all as Bobby pumped his arms in the air and got the crowd going. Bobby would find himself on the outside, right in Ward's domain as Ward knew no tactic too dirty and after a quick shot to the throat which slowed Bobby down, Ward grabbed Langford by his bald head and attempted to use the barricade against Bobby- but Bobby didn't let it fly. Instead, Langford stopped his downwards momentum and blocked it, fired off a quick back hand to Matt's gut and then brought MATT'S head down across the barricade. Not wanting to keep the match outside for too long, Bobby would roll Matt back into the ring and after a near-fall, picked Matt up and with a few elbow shots to the head would force Matt into the ropes where he'd manage to drop Ward with a THUNDEROUS powerslam again, all as Matt would kickout again. The match was a true battle, as strong and powerful as Bobby was, Matt was too tough-- and some said too dumb for his own good to keep pushing on despite being at a disadvantage. The Windy City Nightmare would again resort to underhanded mannerisms to get the match swinging in his favor as off of a irish-whip attempt [from Bobby] Matt hit the ropes and upon the comeback, he dropped down to the mat and again threw a shot aimed at Bobby's throat which connected...

Len Ragatti: "Ward seems focused in on trying to cut off Bobby's oxygen supply!"

Tracy Race: "Beggars can't be choosers.. You've gotta do what you've gotta do to stop a guy of Langford's size."

With Bobby stumbling backwards and then eventually getting down to a knee with his right hand across his throat, Matt roared and rushed forward-- using Bobby's knee that kept him up as leverage, Ward exploded and planted his foot across of Langford's face, knocking The Steel City Dream down--

Tracy Race: "WOW! Ward DEFINITELY showed he picked some of those unorthodox striking shots up from Cam Kaiser! What a kick!"

Making the cover WITHOUT hooking the leg-- Ward counted with a head nod each time Kraloso's hand hit the mat-

ONE!

Len Ragatti: "SICK IMPACT!"

TWO!

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...

TH- KICKOUT!

Len Ragatti: "NO! BOBBY KICKED OUT!"

"LANG- FORD!" stomp- stomp
"LANG- FORD!" stomp- stomp
"LANG- FORD!" stomp- stomp

Surely enough, The Steel City Dream knew no quit and managed to pop his shoulder off of the mat, breaking the pin attempt. Matt Ward wasn't a 'wrestler' and he wasn't going to 'wrestle'. He was a fighter- a guy that didn't care about a wrist-lock or hooking the leg with a pin, instead-- he was far more focused in on inflicting as much damage as possible. Using his fists to lay quite a beating on Langford, Ward looked like a wild-man with each shot he landed, Kraloso warned him of a DQ, to which he replied by flipping her off. Continuing to put a beating on Langford with strikes-- there wasn't much Matt could do as Langford's huge physical stature took away a lot from his arsenal. Whipping Langford into the corner, Matt CHARGED forward and managed to crush into Bobby with a running splash-- as Bobby stumbled forward, Matt hit the ropes and fired forward and SMASHED across Bobby again, this time with a modified cross-body in which Ward had ZERO intent on making any kind of pin after. As the match rolled along, Cam and Noah was still down from the hectic match earlier, Frank was changing his attention from Noah to Bobby-- all as Bobby seemed to be getting taken to the wood-shed by the vet in Ward.. but all it took was ONE mistake to turn the tide..

Len Ragatti: "Is it safe to say that there's no-one as reckless as Matt Ward in LEGACY? I mean this guy doesn't care about winning, all he wants is to make sure he hurts you at the end of the day.. and Bobby Langford is teetering on that line.."

Tracy Race: "A guy like Ward is what WASTE loves-- he's they're enforcer.. a guy that will do whatever it takes to get a job done.. loyalty like that is hard to find!"

Len Ragatti: "What's the point of being in the business-- let alone a ring if you don't care about winning!?"

Tracy Race: "I'm sure Ward cares about that but you'll never get him to care enough about it to harp on it. He's the muscle, he's the enforcer-- his job is to beat people up and from the look of things?! He's doing a pretty good damn job of it!"

Yep, as Race said-- Ward was beating Bobby in a FIGHT-- not a wrestling match. Standing Bobby up, Ward moved him towards the turnbuckle and shoved him forward-- Bobby hit it with quite the impact as he gasped for air as he did. Matt once again backed up to the opposite corner and charged forward- looking to connect with ANOTHER running splash that may very well be the cherry on-top for the amount of damage Bobby could take--

Len Ragatti: "BOBBY MOVED!"

RIGHT before Ward crashed into Langford again, Bobby managed to jump out of the way causing Ward to go sternum first into the turnbuckle, The big man stumbled backwards as he tried to shake off the cob-webs but Bobby moved forward and spun Matt around- slapping BOTH hands across of Matt's throat, Bobby lifted him-- not as high as he could to someone smaller, but definitely an impressive showing of strength as he tossed Ward into the turnbuckle.. as Matt landed-- it caused him to bounce forward..

BOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Len Ragatti: "MATT WARD JUST ATE A KICK OF HIS OWN!"

Tracy Race: "CALL IT BY IT'S NAME RAGATTI! I KNOW YOU HATE THE STEELERS BUT THAT WAS EQUALLY AS IMPRESSIVE!"

Len Ragatti: "NEVER!"

Tracy Race: "THE IMMACULATE RECEPTION! MATT WARD JUST RECEIVED A SIZE 19 BOOT IN THE FACE-- NO SHIPPING AND HANDLING NECESSARY!"

"WHAT A KICK! WHAT A KICK! WHAT A KICK!"

Ward was folded backwards after eating that kick from Langford-- Bobby got a two count after making the cover and the fans was SURE that was it. Bobby picked Matt up and unleashed hell in the form of multiple suplexes on him-- whether it was German Suplexes.. Belly to Belly.. he even slipped in a Northern Lights [release] Suplex, Ward was now a victim of The Steel City Dream and as the fans continued to rally behind him.. Bobby was looking unstoppable but AGAIN Ward found a way to change things in his favor as when Bobby looked to pick him up, a thumb to the eye followed by a foot stomp got things back in his favor. Matt backed Bobby into the ropes and fired him forward-- dropping Langford with a power-slam which saw Matt BARELY get Langford off of the ground-- getting someone that size off the ground wasn't easy but Ward wasn't a weakling by any means. With Bobby down, Matt nodded his head and mocked Bobby's taunt by pumping the fans up, all as he backed himself to the ropes.. all as he swiped BOTH thumbs across his throat..

Len Ragatti: "Looks like Matt is calling an end here!"

With Bobby getting back to his feet, Matt bounced off of the ropes and launched himself into the air, cocking his right hand back..

Tracy Race: "SUPERMAN PUNCH?!"

As Ward glided in the air, Bobby popped off of his knee and lifted his shoulder and SMACKED Ward-

Tracy Race: "DRIVING STEEL! DRIVING STEEL!"

"HOLY SHIT!"
"THAT WAS AWESOME!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"THAT WAS AWESOME!"
"HOLY SHIT!"
"THAT WAS AWESOME!"

With Matt tried to connect with that Superman Punch, he held in the air for one second too long as Bobby managed to push himself off of his knee and with that momentum going upwards, he managed to DROP Ward with a HUGE European Uppercut that took The Second City Warrior down. As Ward crumbled to the mat, Bobby covered Ward-- Frank shouted at Bobby to hook the leg-- and listening to one of his mentors, Bobby did JUST that..

One..

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TWO..

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THREE!

Len Ragatti: "LANGFORD WINS! LANGFORD WINS!"

ding.. ding.. ding

Kraloso called for the bell-- that was as darting from the back was Aiden Marx and Marx went low on Bobby, managing to clip his knee and take him down before he could move forward.. As the crowd showered them with boo's.. Marx jumped to his feet, that allowed Frank Washington to roll into the ring and he jumped to his feet as well, instantly getting in Marx' face..

Len Ragatti: "FRANK WASHINGTON HAS HAD ENOUGH! HE'S HAD ENOUGH OF WASTE!"

As Bobby got back to his feet, he didn't see what was coming next-- rolling in from the corner of the ring.. once again it was Christian Othniel and in Othniel's hand? A kendo stick, one that he properly named 'Father Karras' as he believed that it had the power to 'exorcise' people of their demons. As Bobby got to his feet- Othniel MANGLED the Kendo Stick across of Langford's head, all as Langford fell backwards and hit the mat. As Washington turned around-- from the impact, he was about to charge forward but wasn't quick enough to get to Othniel-- not as Cameron Kaiser managed to roll back into the ring and picked up the kendo stick CO dropped and hit Washington across the gut-- as Frank doubled over-- Marx CHARGED forward and as Frank got back to standing position-- Marx' landed a PERFECTLY placed Busaiku Knee across Frank's face, dropping him as well.

Len Ragatti: "WHAT THE HELL DID FRANK WASHINGTON DO TO WASTE BESIDES STOP THEM FROM ATTACKING HIS KIDS?! HIS PROTEGES?!"

Marx stood over Washington's fallen body and cocked his head back.. Cam dropped the Kendo Stick on the outside as Othniel quickly recovered it and disappeared as quickly as he appeared.. Matt Ward got to his feet as he joined Cam and Marx in the center of the ring, all as a shot of Noah Adelaide who was HEAVILY favoring his shoulder was shown on the outside.. he didn't seem like he was in any capacity to get going..

Len Ragatti: ".. these men, they're a force.. as much as I hate to admit it, they're.. something else.. And with Christian Othniel and possibly Con Escobar on the same page as WASTE.. What the hell does that mean for us?! What does that mean for Bobby Langford?! For Noah Adelaide?! For Frank Washington.. Kevin Moss.. and even Joe Cooper?!"

Drew Stevenson/Decaine segment

A shot of WASTE standing tall.. again in ring was shown, all as the scene faded off to the back.. All as it opened up on a shot of Drew Stevenson and Decaine. Drew and Decaine were currently locked in a hug, not because they loved each other but because they felt as if they completed one another. Moving away from the hug, Decaine nodded..

Decaine: "Alright Drew, I think it's time we once again turn the industry on it's head! Time to introduce the NEW.. client of Talen.. Decaine."

Drew fired off a nod in total confidence of his agent as Drew slapped Decaine's shoulder.

Drew Stevenson: "Absolutely! Blow them away, I'll be back here getting ready to not just beat Duke Andrews-- but do it in such convincing fashion that those dirt-sheets, those stupid Twitter accounts have nothing else to report aside of my total dominance!"

Shaking hands, Drew and Decaine nodded as Decaine moved past Drew and headed forward.. all as the camera cut to yet another sponsorship break-- off of the break, the moment that a lot of people were waiting for.. the LEGACY Wrestling debut of a NEW Decaine client.. and this would have the wrestling world.. BUZZING!

Decaine in ring segment

"Immortal" by Adema was blaring over the PA as Decaine, by himself was power-stomping his way down to the ring-- Decaine had promised the world that he had a NEW client in the wings and tonight he'd reveal the client to the world. As Decaine got up the steps leading into the ring-- he pointed at the ropes to which he COMMANDED Rob Hendricks to hold the ropes open for him- Hendricks wasn't going to argue with someone who had the ability to snap his fingers and have Drew Stevenson breaking him in half. As Decaine got into the ring, he moved to the center of the ring and cocked his head back, holding his hand out-- he passed Hendricks a piece of folded paper. Adema's track was killed over the PA system all as Decaine nodded at Rob Hendricks who still held the mic in his hands who opened the note that Decaine handed him and looked.. unsure..

Rob Hendricks: "Ladies and gentlemen.. Please stand and remove your hats.."

Hendricks looked at Decaine as if Decaine was crazy, all as Decaine nodded and worded 'continue',,

Rob Hendricks: ".. your ear-phones, please put your cellular devices on silent and focus all attention as standing in the ring-- 'The Mad Genius'.. The Inventor of Counter-Culture-- The Man Behind the Man Who Ingested the.."

Decaine frowned at Hendrick's pause and looked at him slowly, all as he barked..

Decaine: "SAY IT BEFORE I END YOU!"

Startled by Decaine's warning, Hendricks continued.

Rob Hendricks: ".. The Man.. Behind the Man.. Who ATE the career of The Woman who Eats Faces.." Mister.. Talen.. DEEECAAAAAAINEEEEEEEEEE!"

Len Ragatti: ".. seriously? Folks-- we're being told that Drew Stevenson has DEMANDED that our mics be cut for this.. so we apologize for not being able to do our jobs properly-- I can't believe he's going this far.. this is unbelievable!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Handing the microphone to Decaine, Decaine grabbed at it and let off a totally sarcastic 'thank you' in Hendricks' direction as Rob left the ring. Decaine twirled the microphone across his fingers as the crowd was currently letting him have it-- the chants were relentless..

"FUCK YOU- DECAINE! FUCK YOU- DECAINE! FUCK YOU- DECAINE!"
"DECAINE SUCKS! DECAINE SUCKS! DECAINE SUCKS!"
"DECAINE SCREWED PRYDE! DECAINE SCREWED PRYDE! DECAINE SCREWED PRYDE!"

The chant that boomed the loudest was the one regarding Alyssa-- all as Decaine smirked and raised the mic to his lips.

Decaine: "Now, now children-- do you think THAT lowly of me that I'd engage in sexual activities with that painted face whore?!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Decaine: "I don't know if I should be insulted or complimented that you think I'd want to devour that.. because we all know that my client and good friend Drew Stevenson is the REAL man behind the devouring-- of the total ingestion of Alyssa Pryde! For that, for Drew SAVING you people-- for him sparing you of what she provides you shouldn't boo us, but you should build temples in our honor! Craft statues that you showcase in your house, like you portray that fat, useless slob Buddha!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Chuckling at his comments, there wasn't a lot of people that knew the right spot to hit to get heat from the people as good as Decaine did. Allowing the fans to get their monies worth with their chants and jeers, Decaine raised the microphone back to his lips and again begun to speak.

Decaine: "But see.. We understand that it's the past. No longer do we need to worry about censoring our opinion regarding that useless wench or her oversized, bawling Tonka truck of an associate. They're gone, Pryde got fired by the best commissioner in the industry-- one.. Peter Bauer.."

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Decaine: ".. and Brixton quit, because he knew at the end of the day if Pryde couldn't hang.. neither could he. But as I said, that's the past.. now it's time to look to the future! And the future, ladies and gentlemen.. it's bright. I managed to secure the talent of one of the most controversial stars on the circuit today-- I not only want them to succeed- but I want them to continue the ascension to the top of the mountain! I don't want to be the man simply behind the recent success of Drew Stevenson, but I also want to be the reason why this athlete-- why this PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER is known FARRRRRRRRR more than simply for being 'COAST.. TO.. COAST.

"FUCK YOU SMALLS! FUCK YOU SMALLS! FUCK YOU SMALLS!"

Decaine: "Ladies and gentlemen.. Allow me to introduce to you.. the NEWEST addition to the Talen Decaine Agency.."

"FUCK YOU SMALLS! FUCK YOU SMALLS! FUCK YOU SMALLS!"

Decaine: "CELIO.. CRISPIN.. CRISTOPHER.. CCCOLLLLLLLLLONNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

As if the arena said "WHAT THE FUCK!?" Decaine pointed at the aisle.. and moving from behind the curtain-- surely enough, one of the earliest signings for LEGACY..



.. The crowd was taken back, they didn't know what to think! From the look of things.. neither did C-4 as his hair was wet and he had a towel around his neck, it looked as if he just stepped out of the shower. With a smile across his face that was worth a thousand bucks, C-4 made his way down to the ring in a hurry, Decaine applauded his new client as C-4 moved in to hug Decaine, all as Decaine held his right hand out and stopped C-4 before they could do such an action.

Decaine: "Whoa, slow down! Slow down! I just wanted to say congratulations.."

C-4 was ECSTATIC-- The Carson Community Center was showering C-4 with an equal amount of boos that Decaine was getting.

Decaine: ".. congratulations on this life-changing opportunity! Not ANYONE can be managed by The Agent of Champions, you understand that right?!"

Nodding his head as he still had that smile crossed over his face, Decaine smirked and nodded as well.

Decaine: "Good.. Because I've got a surprise for you Celio! I make sure to take care of my assets and you Celio?.. You'll see that. So ladies and gentlemen.. Allow me to introduce the REAL.. Decaine Client--"

"WHAT?!"

Celio's eyes went WIDE as Decaine's sinister grin crossed over his face-- 'Chalk Outline' by 3 Days Grace pounded over the PA-

Decaine: ".. THE MAN RESPONSIBLE FOR THE DEATH OF FORCE 1 WRESTLING--THE MAN THAT CUT THE CANCER OUT OF THE INDUSTRY.. CLAYTON.. SLATER.. DREXXXXXXXEELLLLLLLLLLLLL!"



Celio's eyes went wide as moving through the curtain- one of the hottest free agents on the market.. Clayton Drexel. As Drexel made his way forward and down the aisle-- C-4 didn't seem to be understanding what was going on, C-4 was engaged in conversation with Decaine who wasn't bothering answering the man, instead shrugging off his answers. Once Drexel got into the ring-- C-4 moved forward to ask what was going on, all as Drexel kicked C-4 in the gut, doubling him over and grabbed him by his head and LAUNCHED him over the top rope and down onto the ground outside of the ring. With the theme cutting off of the PA, Drexel stood next to Decaine, as Decaine smirked and nodded.

Decaine: ".. how easy was that? I fooled you AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN!"

Pointing to different sections of the crowd-- Decaine continued to rub it in.

Decaine: "FOOLED YOU! AND YOU! AND YOU! AGAIN! AND AGAIN!"

With Drexel and her sharing laughter together, Decaine moved to his new client and held the mic up to his [own] lips again.

Decaine: "If you REALLY thought I'd stoop as low as to want to work with the enemy-- someone who doesn't even want to break a nail-- you don't know me at all. You people think you're so smart, you're the easiest to fool! But understand that.. With Drew Stevenson and Drexel having Decaine in their corner, there's NO lengths they can't reach! No mountain too high! Put it this way.. I don't care if it's WASTE.. if it's LEGACY's finest managed by Frank Washington or if it's some foreign force from OUTSIDE of the promotion.. The Clientele is building.. and it just added one of the brightest young stars in Professional Wrestling. Drexel..?"

Tipping the microphone to Drex, he took it graciously and moved it to his mouth.

Drexel: ".. Some know me as Clayton Drexel but you can call me Drexel, I'm not your friend and we aren't on a first-name basis. You want to know why I enlisted in Mister Decaine's services? It's because I know there's no one better to understand the 'diamond in the rough' mentality that I've got. I've been passed over and passed over through the course of my career and that's FINISHED. Drexel is here in LEGACY Wrestling not to stand by and watch the action unfold but to make a name for myself! By the time it's all said and done and the dust clears-- my name will be what's remembered-- Drexel-- a client of The Mad Genius himself-- how much better could it get?!"

As Drexel handed the mic back to Decaine-- all as Decaine took it back from Drexel.

Decaine: "I told each and everyone of you that it would be a new day at Independence Day-- quite fitting name, don't you think? I set myself on the side, I branch away from the restrictions that is LEGACY Wrestling and I offer MY own take on what the company should be offering!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Decaine: "Boo? Oh.. Let me give you something to boo about.. BISON-- KILL!"

The fans suddenly were shocked by what Decaine shouted as sitting in the front row, managing to go unnoticed the whole evening-- former talent, recently returnee from Japan-- Bison stepped over the barricade. The 6'6", 285lbs. beast from New York that made quite a name for himself in a promotion named "The Rebirth of Wrestling" ripped off his black beanie which he had used to conceal his identity. With C-4 beginning to stir, Bison STORMED forward and planted his shoulder into C-4's gut-- BLASTING him through the black barricade..

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
"BISON JUST KILLED YOU! BISON JUST KILLED YOU! BISON JUST KILLED YOU!"

With Bison jumping to his feet, he let off a roar.. that was truly something to be afraid of..



As Decaine and Drexel moved towards the side of the ring where they could properly evaluate the damage did to C-4 by Bison, Decaine nodded.

Decaine: "That a boy Bison, that a boy."

"Immortal" by Adema kicked in again, all as Bison rolled into the ring and joined Decaine and Drexel.. With Drew Stevenson, Drexel and Bison in his corner, Decaine looked truly unstoppable. As the theme continued to blare on, Decaine stood-- looking as smug as ever as staff rushed from the back to ring-side where they checked on the condition of C-4 after being broken through the barricade by what looks to be.. 'The Clientele's' muscle-- it's enforcer.. Bison.

Drew Stevenson w/ Decaine vs. Duke Andrews

This match has happened-- quite a bit. Drew always found a way to get around Duke Andrews and it didn't seem like it'd be different this time around, especially with how pumped Drew was to get this match out of the way and get things going. With Head Official Ralphy Wilson actually EJECTING newly debuted members of Decaine's 'The Clientele' in Drexel and Bison out of ring-side to the delight of the crowd-- Decaine argued his point.. and he was allowed to stay for his client's sake. Nonetheless, as the match got underway, Drew quickly showed why many considered him the best technical wrestler in the world as he showcased a on a few occasions how quickly he could take you down and leave you there. Duke was familiar with Drew's style though, he knew where Drew was looking to take the match and despite his best effort to stop it from happening- The Emerald keep pushing. Getting Duke down, Drew locked in a side headlock and cranked at Duke's next-- Official Wilson checked but Duke was far from submitting. With the crowd COMPLETELY against Drew here, chants and cheers broke in Duke's direction when he attempted to get something going-- but Drew's technical skill put an end to it. Picking Duke up OFF of his feet as Drew shot forward, he slammed Duke on his back and quickly took full mount position over Duke, all as Drew hit Duke with a few closed fists-- of course Official Wilson had to warn Drew, all as Decaine shouted at him to lay off his client. The match continued on at Drew's pacing, very methodical and slow, Drew seemed to be focused in on Duke's left knee primarily, after a few stomps and Drew slamming Duke's leg down onto the mat, Drew took a second to play to the fans with a cocky grin and stretched his arms out to the side-- embracing the hate they threw in his direction. Decaine applauded his client, all as when he turned, Duke fired off a few right hands and forced Drew into the corner-- moving forward Duke ascended the turnbuckle with Drew dazed and begun to fire down punches across of Drew's head-- as the crowd managed to get to 6- Drew ducked beneath Duke's legs and with an AWESOME show of agility-- from standing position he landed a dropkick that connected behind Duke's left knee again-- Duke crumbled to the mat and grabbed at it, all as Drew dropped down to get near him on the mat and begun to do push-ups with one arm for no reason at all. Duke rolled on the mat with his knee pulled into his chest, all as Drew continued to pick at it-- even broadening his attacks to Duke's lower back-- stomps again-- even a running Knee Drop dead center across the low of Duke's back connected-- Drew's plan was crystal clear-- take out Duke's back and knee, render him useless. The fans were urging Duke to do something-- to get going, but Drew came across in such a dominate fashion that it was hard to see him getting anything going.. Unless of course, Duke reached into his bag of tricks..

Len Ragatti: ".. I know a lot question Drew Stevenson and what he does but this has been nothing but a clinic! I don't like to give him ANY credit but even I can't deny that this guy is the real deal. Duke Andrews is no slouch, he's a tough guy.. but Drew is keeping him grounded and taking the fight RIGHT to him!"

Tracy Race: "The only people that question Stevenson's skill is the critics that never laced up a pair of boots in their life. I mean seriously, what's there to question? Drew is as technical as they come, the guy is a beast on the mat. He's explosive and apparently, he's even added a freakin' standing dropkick to his arsenal! How much more can he give before people realize that he's far from this no-talent hack that they attempt to make him out to be?!"

As Drew continued to boast and coast, not taking Duke seriously-- Drew reached down and grabbed hold of Duke's blonde hair, only for Duke to quickly-- and out of no where manage to lock Drew up in a small package-- the fans jumped to their feet out of excitement as Official Wilson slid into position all as Decaine nearly had a stroke-

Len Ragatti: "DUKE ANDREWS WITH THE SURPRISE PIN!"

ONE..
TWO..

Tracy Race: "NO WAY! NO WAY-"

KICKOUT!

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

Whether or not the pin attempt was a good idea on Duke's front was to be debated as when Drew kicked out of it, it was as if a fire was lit beneath him. Standing Duke up and taking the fight to him with strike after strike-- Duke went to block a high right hand, all as Drew went low and kicked the side of Duke's left knee which Drew had worked out through the course of the match, taking him down. With Duke in pain, Drew threw himself into the ropes as on the comeback, Duke bounced back to his feet and fired off a high lariat-- Drew ducked beneath it and before Duke could turn, Drew went low and took Duke out with a chop-block across the same knee. Duke again grabbed at his leg in pain, all as Drew rolled out of the ring and reached into the ring-- managing to grab Duke's legs-- Drew PULLED him forward-- causing Duke to grab his lower region in pain from meeting the ring-post-- all as Official Wilson shouted at Drew to get back in the ring, but Drew ignored him. Lifting Duke's legs-- Drew wanted to do damage.. and he was going to do WHATEVER he needed to do that..

Len Ragatti: "DREW IS IGNORING RALPHY WILSON! DISQUALIFY HIM!"

Crossing Duke's right knee over his already hurt left-- Drew placed his leg over the "4" motion that Duke's leg form and jumped backwards, all as he pulled back which caused Duke to sit up and yell in pain, all as he grabbed at the ropes and tried to get free, but Drew wouldn't budge..

Tracy Race: "BONECRUSHER! DREW LOCKED THE BONECRUSHER IN!"

Drew YANKED at Duke's injured knee, he arched his back and pulled at it, all as Duke was tapping-- but there was nothing Wilson could do to stop the match because it wasn't a legal submission. Finally Wilson rolled out of the ring and shouted down at Drew-- all as Drew continued to ignore him.

Len Ragatti: "DREW WANTS TO SNAP DUKE'S LEG HERE, WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH HIM!?"

Tracy Race: "All that criticism!? All that hate?! He's taking it out on Duke Andrews right now.. You can blame the dirt sheets for this!"

Official Wilson: "DREW! BREAK THE HOLD! BREAK IT!"

Drew simply shook his head at Wilson's request as he continued to pull at Duke's leg, all as Wilson begun the four count which'd be grounds to DQ Drew..

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

Drew Stevenson: "I'M NOT BREAKING IT!"

Decaine: "HE'S GOT TO FOUR, WILSON! HE'S GOT TO FOUR!"

"THREE!"

Before Wilson could get to 4, Drew broke the hold.. but the damage was done. With the crowd TOTALLY against The Emerald now, Drew turned to them and held his arms out while he had that cocky grin crossed over his face..

Len Ragatti: "What a smug son of a bitch!"

"FUCK YOU DREW! FUCK YOU DREW! FUCK YOU DREW!"

Laughing as he took in the hate, Drew rolled back into the ring and continued to pick at Duke's injured left knee, as he reached down and picked Duke up-- barely able to stand, Drew enjoyed seeing Duke struggle so hard as he didn't even bother holding him up and instead let Duke crumble to the mat. As Duke continued to hold his knee in pain, Drew shrugged him off and made his way to the turnbuckle where he extended his arms out as he stood on the second rope-- all as he continued to play to the fans. Unknown to him though.. Duke got to his feet and managed to get towards Drew and clobbered him across the low of HIS back with a forearm shot. The crowd went wild as Duke was beginning to fire off strike after strike in Drew's direction, all as Duke turned around with Drew still on the second rope-- Duke grabbed Drew beneath each arm and tried to balance The Emerald on his back with what he liked to call "Perfection Plant" but his knee was too hobbled to do anything as when he stepped forward, Drew managed to get free- Duke turned and Drew delivered a kick to the mid-section which doubled Duke over-- reaching down, Drew grabbed hold of Duke's legs and flipped him onto his back..

Len Ragatti: "OH NO! COULD DREW BE LOOKING TO END IT HERE?!"

Drew tried to get Duke's legs into position for the dreaded Missouri Cloverleaf-- but with his GOOD leg, Duke managed to kick Drew off of him and backwards-- into the ropes.

Len Ragatti: "Duke is still fighting here! The guy has got heart!"

As Duke got to his feet, Drew headed forward and Duke caught him with a back elbow that stunned The Emerald.. As Drew stumbled off to the side-- Duke knew it was now or never as he swung his arm over Drew's right and kicked his right leg behind Drew's..

Tracy Race: "W- WHAT?! ANDREWS EFFECT!?"

"DUKE! DUKE! DUKE!"

As Duke tried to throw he and Drew backwards with The Andrews Effect- Drew managed to throw his weight backwards and because Duke was on a bad wheel, he couldn't fight it. Breaking the lock, Drew quickly spun out of The Andrews Effect and ducked beneath Duke's right arm-- all as with EFFORTLESS EASE, Drew picked Duke OFF of the mat and planted him on his back with a sitout Rock Bottom--

Tracy Race: "FINAL.. CONFLICT!"

Still in the seated position, Drew quickly crossed Duke's right leg beneath his left and stood up, spinning Duke over-- Drew sat down and yanked back at Duke's back and lower body--

Len Ragatti: "AND THERE IT IS! THERE'S THE DREADED MISSOURI CLOVERLEAF!"

Duke tapped-- he didn't have a choice as Drew continued to yank backwards at the already hurt Duke Andrews..

ding.. ding.. ding

Official Ralphy Wilson was in Drew's face, shouting at Drew once again to break the lock or else have the match result oveturned..

Len Ragatti: "LET GO DREW! LET GO BEFORE YOU CRIPPLE HIM!"

Before Drew could break the lock himself-- the lights in the arena cut off TOTALLY.

Len Ragatti: "NOW WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

Cypress Hill - Rap Superstar (Instrumental)

With the instrumental version of "Rap Superstar" by Cypress Hill playing through the darkness- a few camera phones lit up the dark.. all as the eerie.. beat roared on. When the lights returned in the arena-- standing.. eyeing Drew Stevenson down was a man JUST as big as Drew, maybe even bigger and of Polynesian bloodline..



Len Ragatti: ".. who.. who is that?!"

Drew stared on-- all as OUTSIDE of the ring-- where Drew suddenly realized there was ANOTHER man who was staring up at him..

Len Ragatti: "THERE'S ANOTHER! THIS MUST BE ANTIVENOM AND THE SCAR WE'VE HEARD FROM.. OH MY GOD.. LOOK AT THE SIZE OF THESE TWO!"



Len Ragatti: "That mask.. Is.. TERRIFYING!"

With the theme still blasting over the PA-- Drew looked at the man in the ring- then the man on the outside and quickly rolled out of the way as the man in the ring went to charge forward and get to him. As Drew and Decaine escaped to safety, moving through the crowd-- dressed in a suit with a pair of black glasses on, the crowd went absolutely BALLISTIC once they noticed him as he rolled into the ring and moved towards the ropes where he pointed in Decaine's direction..

Tracy Race: "IT'S STAN BIEHN! STAN BIEHN! WHAT THE HELL IS STAN BIEHN DOING HERE!?"

"BIEHN! BIEHN! BIEHN!"

Len Ragatti: "HE MUST BE THAT OVERSEER ANTIVENOM WAS TALKING ABOUT!"

Out of PURE excitement, Biehn grabbed hold of the mic, fumbled it for a second but once in his hands-- looked directly at Decaine and Drew..



Stan Biehn: "LONG GOD-DAMNED STORY SHORT-- YOU MADE MY LIFE HELL NOW WE'RE GONNA DO THE SAME THING TO YOU! DECAINE! STEVENSON! YOUR OTHER TWO GOONS IN THE BACK! WE'RE PUTTING YOUR ASSES OUT OF COMMISSION!"

Len Ragatti: "WHAT A STATEMENT!"

Biehn dropped the mic and started throwing his hands in the air-- riling the crowd up all as the men aside of him didn't break their gaze off at Drew Stevenson. Decaine-- the usually smug and confident.. looked absolutely petrified by Biehn's appearance and reemergence in professional wrestling--

Len Ragatti: "FOLKS WE'RE OUT OF TIME.. BUT WE'LL BE BACK.. BY GOD WE'LL BE BACK. THANKS FOR TUNING INTO LEGACY WRESTLING'S INDEPENDENCE DAY.. FOR MYSELF AND MY BROADCAST PARTNER TRACY RACE-- GOOD NIGHT! WHAT A NIGHT!"

With 'Rap Superstar' still slamming over the PA.. Biehn had gone Tanya-like red in the face, Ruby Red would be proud of it as the scene faded off on a shot of Drew and Decaine looking much similar as they were at the end of Friday the 20th by the presence of Matlock.. Only something told people that these two led by Stan Biehn wasn't going to let them continue on with their ways and WOULD put a stop to them.. The scene faded to black..