LEGACY Wrestling Presents: Break on Through

LEGACY Wrestling Presents: Break on Through (7/19/14)
@ The Carson Community Center in Carson, California

w/ Len Ragatti and Tracy Race on Commentary

Preview & Card Summary

Wow.. What a show. Independence Day was more than just a show name as it proved that LEGACY Wrestling is here to stay and is able to hang even with the best of them. The talent assembled beneath the LEGACY banner is nothing short of phenomenal which leads us to it's follow up-- Break on Through which is a fitting name as there's multiple talent debuting here, and with the right effort will be able to do just that- break on through.. to the other side. With so much happening at Independence Day where several returns was made [shocking returns at that] LEGACY wants to keep the momentum rolling heading into it's next show!

Kicking things off for us is debuting Mikah, Sarah Parsons, Ashley Williams and Riley Sanders as they take on Rina Kirilos in a totally unorthodox Five Way Ladies of LEGACY Match. With Ruby Red far and away the best woman on the roster, this gives each woman a chance to get her name out there and to the point where she's able to challenge Ruby in the event Petey Bauer ever announces whether or not a Ladies of LEGACY Championship will be made available. Mikah and Ruby had a little run in at Independence Day regarding Ruby's associate Christian Othniel-- but Mikah made it clear she was here to get back into the business. Riley Sanders, Ashley Williams and Sarah Parsons are making their debuts.. all as Rina Kirilos is hoping for a stronger showing against these two as she was totally dominated by Ruby Red last time she was in the ring.

Also making his debut at Break on Through, we'll see a man known by the name of Glory who apparently had somehow been mixed up in an issue with Prince Treborn across of Twitter. Prince Treborn, the littlest big man requested the match as he had Independence Day off, he wants to get into the ring and further establish the name of his family and has a great chance to do so here. Glory on the other hand makes his LEGACY debut, and debuting in front of a usually pro-Treborn crowd due to Prince being a hometown boy. Will Glory live up up to his name and experience it-- or will Prince Treborn's ascension continue as he looks to grasp the open crown of The Treborn name?

Alex Andrews put on a good showing against the now resigned Bulldozer Brixton in a handicap match, but he'll have to do much more than that to succeed against a fired up Duke Andrews. After falling to Drew Stevenson at Independence Day-- Duke is nursing a bad knee but wanted to get back into the ring and take on ANY challenger-- so LEGACY Officials wanted to see who the better 'Andrews' was of the two. Alex is younger-- Duke has more experience, but will Duke be able to fight through the pain that Drew Stevenson inflicted on him? Or will Alex Andrews capitalize on the opportunity given to him and take Duke to the limit and find a way to beat Duke in the center of the ring which would speak VOLUMES for how talented the kid is.

After an unsuccessful start to a solo career, Miles Lozio wasn't able to get past Wayne Williams-- but is given another attempt against Silas Romero.. Who's LEGACY's self-proclaimed 'Kingslayer'. Miles Lozio put on a great showing against Wayne Williams but in the end couldn't seal the deal and close.. something that he needs to learn to do if he wishes to have a successful solo career. Silas Romero on the other hand managed to squeak by Matt Matlock but opened eyes in the process. There was a lot of highlights from the match-- but Romero managed to even catch the eye of Decaine on Twitter! Lozio can definitely get things going back in his direction by knocking off Silas Romero-- but 'The Supreme Knockout' won't be an easy target.. Romero wants to continue opening eyes and breaking jaws!

The recently spawned alliance between Hayden Phoenix and Ian Windermear to battle WASTE finds themselves already partnering up as they look to take on Richard Steen's two clients; Joey Edwards and Wayne Williams. Hayden Phoenix had an AMAZING debut against Windermear, earning the respect of Ian-- not something that happens everyday. After the match, the men exchanged handshakes as Ian understood that he couldn't battle Ward and WASTE by himself-- so Phoenix lending a hand to get things to swing back in their favor works well. Joey Edwards and Wayne Williams are both on rolls, to see if their success carries over into tag team action is something to be seen-- how these two teams clash will DEFINITELY say a lot regarding the future of these four individuals!

Returning to action after the attack by Zarek Lyle, Scotty Addams finds himself against a familiar rival in TJ Bryce. Both men are from 'over the fence' as Christian Michaels refers to it and know each other quite well-- meaning this match has the chance to steal the show. With an announcement regarding championships right around the corner-- or whenever Bauer sees fit to decide to make it, Addams wants to get his name out there.. as does TJ Bryce. The question is, will Scotty be able to focus at the task at hand knowing that an unsigned loose cannon by the name of Zarek Lyle is looking to wreck everything he's trying to accomplish? TJ Bryce has had MASSIVE success in his home of The Great White North.. many expect him to replicate that in Carson-- may the best man win..

WASTE.. Hands down LEGACY's most dominating force. Time and time again they've shown how much damage they can cause-- Aiden Marx, Matt Ward and Cameron Kaiser have no mercy. At Independence Day, they disrupted Joe Cooper's match, a notion he didn't appreciate and made it known.. Aiden Marx and Kevin Moss on the other hand, went to double DQ as interference decided that match. Bauer was SO upset with Cooper's actions that he wanted closure.. hence the tag match. WASTE is hands down the favorite as they know each other well.. but Kevin Moss didn't look too bad at Independence Day. Joe Cooper is known to give all the effort in the world so if these two can click, they can no doubt challenge WASTE's superiority.. but of course.. Angelica Night is that X-Factor just waiting to get involved.. Oh, and not to mention Bauer's new 'head of security' Maxwell Schneider was deemed special guest referee after he and Joe Cooper had quite the back and forth. Nothing major though.. Or is it?

Closing the evening off.. We find the heated battle between Bobby Langford and Christian Othniel FINALLY coming to a head. Langford was approached by the recently debuted/comeback Con Escobar last week- the staredown was nothing short of epic.. but didn't come to blows. After Othniel's fake retirement where he attempted to sucker Bobby Langford into getting attacked, to say the hatred between the two spiked to a new level would be an understatement. Bobby also can't forget about Othniel introducing him to 'Father Karras' a kendo stick that Othniel uses to 'exorcises' individuals he finds guilty and purge-worthy. Will Langford gain the upper-hand in this blood feud with Frank Washington continuing his successful managing ways or will the many factors -- such as Father Karras, Con Escobar and even Ruby Red have things lean in CO's favor?

Also Featuring: Per Decaine's request, his ENTIRE 'Clientele' which is made up of Drew Stevenson, Drexel and Bison has the night off but we expect them to be in attendance. After the shocking return of Decaine's arch-nemesis Stan Biehn who brought with him two men who WE THINK go by the name of ANTIVENOM and THE SCAR once these two sides are within feet of each other-- expect allllllll hell to break loose. Con Escobar can almost be guaranteed to be in attendance as his brother Othniel is headling.. What about Matlock who's gotta be EXTREMELY sour after that lost to Romero where Romero held the tigghts?! Noah Adelaide should be in the house despite the shoulder injury that Cameron Kaiser put on him-- also Cameron Kaiser will be with his WASTE brothers and sister. Rumors suggest that after his DOMINATING win, Adrian Abernanthy Gates and his manager-- Johnny Bonecrusher will have their eye on each match with the expected championship announcement around the corner. Is the problems between Dante Lozio and his brother cleared up?! Will we see the unsigned renegade Zarek Lyle?! What about The Crimson Queen Ruby Red?! Make sure to tune in on Saturday July 19th, 2014 for LEGACY Wrestling's Break on Through!

Bobby Langford w/ Frank Washington vs. Christian Othniel (Singles Match)
WASTE [Aiden Marx & Matt Ward] vs. Kevin Moss & Joe Cooper -- 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider as Special Guest Referee (Special Guest Referee Tag Team Match)
Scotty Addams vs. TJ Bryce (Singles Match)
Joey Edwards & Wayne Williams w/ Richard Steen vs. Hayden Phoenix & Ian Windermear (Tag Team Match)
Miles Lozio vs. Silas Romero (Singles Match)
Alex Andrews vs. Duke Andrews (Singles Match)
Glory vs. Prince Treborn (Singles Match)
Mikah vs. Ashley Williams vs. Sarah Parsons vs. Riley Sanders vs. Rina Kirilos (Five Way Ladies of LEGACY Match)

Mikah vs. Ashley Williams vs. Sarah Parsons vs. Riley Sanders vs. Rina Kirilos (Five Way Ladies of LEGACY Match)

Kicking 'Break on Through' off, we find ourselves ring side where standing in the ring we see Sarah Parsons, Ashley Williams, Mikah and Riley Sanders standing in each corner of the ring. In the center-- we find Riley Sanders and after Official Kraloso hit the bell, the women jumped at the chance to get at each other. Mikah took the fight directly to Rina-- Ashley and Sarah jumped at Riley and went to work. A quick double team clothesline knocked Riley down, all as Mikah had taken keen interest in stomping out Rina. Stomp after stomp, Mikah made her point all before kicking Rina out of the ring beneath the bottom rope. When she turned arounde, Sarah decided to head in Mikah's direction, not before Mikah brought her to a screeching halt with a toe kick to the midsection- as she doubled over.. Mikah showed just how vicious she could be..

Len Ragatti: "Fast start for us at LEGACY Wrestling tonight-- thanks for joining us folks! We've got the 5 Way Ladies of Legacy kicking things off and Mikah seems to be on a ROLL!"

Tracy Race: "The favorites going into this HAS to be Mikah and Ashley Williams- let's see if anyone can surprise us.."

Mikah threw Sarah's right arm over her head as she scooped her up in the form of a suplex-- lifting her into the air, Mikah SNAPPED backwards and planted Sarah's head off of the mat with SICKENING impact..

Len Ragatti: "WOW! Mikah is pulling out ALL the stops here-- I believe she calls that 'Her Suspense..'

Tracy Race: "Oh, 'Her Suspense' alright-- I'm in suspense wondering if Sarah Parsons is ever going to walk again after that one!"

With Ragatti and Race continuing to go back and forth, Mikah would attempt a pin but Ashley Williams would break it up. The match would continue to move at a similar, face pace-- Ashley and Mikah would find themselves squaring off, all as of course Rina and Riley would interject themselves into the fold. Sarah had managed to roll OUT of the ring after getting dropped on her head by Mikah-- and speaking of Mikah, she again was taking the fight to Rina. On the opposite end of the ring-- Ashley Williams had sent Riley Cooper into the ropes- upon the comeback Ashley showed how vicious SHE could be..

Len Ragatti: "How impressed are you here with these ladies, Tracy?! They're kicking us off in quite the right direction don't you think!?"

Tracy Race: "There's a lot of impressive female professional wrestlers in the industry-- Ruby Red is one of them, over in Missouri you've got Artemis Kaiser COMPLETELY taking over.. so no, I'm not surprised. Mikah and Ashley Williams is standing out just as I thought."

Len Ragatti: "What about Sarah Parsons, Rina Kirilos and Riley Sanders?!"

Tracy Race: "Rina mentally checked out, I think she's skipping across the world- Sarah can't seem to catch a break and Riley is totally overmatched. I don't know if Christian Michaels is rubbing off on her, from where I'm sitting.. I don't see it."

As Riley ricocheted in Ashley's direction off of the ropes, Ashley fired off a HUGE European Uppercut which sent her back into the ropes. Bouncing off of it, Ashley stepped forward and again Riley bounced forward. As a second European Uppercut landed- that forced Riley back once more-- totally gassed from the two huge shots Ashley connected with, that allowed Ashley to tuck her head in between Riley's arm and torso. Once locked in, Ashley LIFTED Riley off of her feet and PLANTED her into the mat with a crisp Release Northern Lights Suplex.

Tracy Race: "Perfectly executed! Williams gets a 10 from me for that!"

The domination by Williams and Mikah continued, Riley and Rina seemed to be totally overwhelmed at this point. Sarah still hadn't moved from her location out of the ring-- Kraloso would pop her head through the ropes to check on the fallen Lady of LEGACY but wouldn't throw the 'X of Doom' up to indicate an injury of any kind. With Ashley continuing to punish Riley who looked UNPREPARED in the worst way, Ashley's boot would meet Riley's face a few times, almost as if she was mocking her. On the opposite side of the ring, Mikah had forced Rina into the turnbuckle-- stepping backwards- Mikah fired herself forward and connected with a clothesline that took the air out of Rina's body and caused her to fall flat on her behind, all as she rested her head against the turnbuckle. The fans didn't seem to have a favorite here, they didn't have that outburst of chants but did appreciate the effort they were being shown here. Mikah's mean-streak would continue to show through as she had no intent to stop taking it to Rina-- much like she seemingly eliminated Sarah Parsons from the scheme of things-- she was looking to send Rina packing down the same road..

Len Ragatti: "Mikah is firing off some TOUGH looking hits! I don't ever remember her looking as fluid as she is now,"

Tracy Race: "When you're doing this long enough and decide to dedicate yourself to your craft, you'll develop this type of ability."

Len Ragatti: "How long did it take you to get to where you were comfortable with your skill?"

Tracy Race: "Well I did things the hard way and decided to teach myself everything. The talent of this new generation has so much different resources to use and get better, it's amazing. But for the first few years I wasn't very good, it wasn't until I really started touring the world, picking up different tips and tricks was where I saw my potential."

Len Ragatti: "What's the odds of these Ladies being able to reach their full potential?"

Tracy Race: "I do-- well, it seems like Mikah and Williams are capable of doing so."'

Rina was attempting to get herself back to her feet but Mikah would plant her boot across several different spots of Rina's body-- that was as Rina put herself into prime position to meet the same fate that Parsons met. Rushing forward, Mikah lifted her boot and as Rina turned her head to see where Mikah was at-

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Len Ragatti: "WHAT A KICK! GOD, WHAT IMPACT!"

Tracy Race: "That was DEFINITELY.. A Taste of Poison-- or that strange metallic taste in the back of Rina's mouth? It's probably brain fluid leaking from that shot."

Len Ragatti: ".. graphic."

The fans appreciated that, there wasn't an overwhelming chant of any kind and once again after Mikah made the cover, the pin was broken up-- this time by Ashley Williams. Sarah Parson had rolled into the ring and gingerly tried to get herself involved in the action but when she lunged in Mikah's direction, Mikah ducked which caused Ashley to WRECK her with a mule kick that once again doubled her over-- but before Ashley could move in and capitalize on the situation-- Mikah stepped in and snapped Sarah over to the mat with a neckbreaker. Bouncing off of the mat, Mikah managed to jump to her feet, all as Ashley sprung forward and put her shoulder into Mikah's gut.. lifting Mikah off of the mat, Ashley sprinted forward and slammed Mikah against the turnbuckle. Using her shoulder to thrust into Mikah's mid-section, Mikah let off a few sharp exhales from the shots as Ashley backed up.. Mikah pushed herself forward and threw a right hand which Ashley ducked beneath--

Len Ragatti: "BIG shot missed by a dazed Mikah there.."

"LADIES OF LEGACY!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"LADIES OF LEGACY!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"LADIES OF LEGACY!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Tracy Race: "Could be risky.."

Ashley stepped forward and managed to lift Mikah up and quickly brought her down across her knee-

Len Ragatti: "Atomic Drop!"

Mikah grabbed her backside as she jumped forward-- turning at JUST the right moment she managed to see Ashley rushing at her which caused Mikah to act out of instinct mainly and ducked-- Ashley glided over Mikah's back as Mikah lifted herself up and DUMPED Ashley over the top rope and down onto the mat outside of the ring!

Tracy Race: "Ashley Williams took a pretty gnarly fall there!"

With Riley Sanders getting back to her feet and moving towards Mikah who she believed was dazed, Mikah pushed herself forward and ducked beneath Riley's attempt to lock her up.. as she popped up behind of Riley, Mikah fired off a STIFF and SICK looking roundhouse kick that was aimed at the back of Riley's head..

Len Ragatti: "I THINK SHE JUST KNOCKED RILEY SANDERS OUT.. COLD!"

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Mikah's right foot DRILLED Riley across the back of the head, the kick landed ON POINT as Riley's knees buckled and she hit the mat. Quickly falling over Riley's unconscious body following that brutal kick, Mikah hooked the leg as Official Kraloso dropped into position..

ONE..

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TWO..


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NO!

ALMOST! Before Kraloso's right hand could slap the mat for a third time to give Mikah the victory, Rina Kirilos rolled into the ring and jumped towards the pin- hitting Mikah across the back and breaking it up. With Mikah turning over onto her back, Rina thought she had an opening and reached down to grab Mikah but when Rina extended her left arm to grab hold of Mikah's head, Mikah's leg wrapped around it as she tucked it beneath her left leg. Pulling down on Rina's head across of her shin, the crowd jumped to their feet-- all as Kraloso jumped into position-

Len Ragatti: "CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD, CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD!"

Tracy Race: "A FREAKIN' GOGOPLATA.. BY MIKAH?!"

Rina's right hand tapped, or attempted to tap anyway in the air all as Kraloso signaled for the bell JUST as Ashley Williams had gotten into the ring to break the submission attempt but she was just a second too late. With Mikah breaking the choke, Rina fell face first down onto the mat as Mikah rolled off to the side..

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "YOOOOOURRRRRRRR WINNEEERRR BY SUBMISSSSSSSSSIONNNNNN.. MIIIIIIKAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ashley pounded her fists on the mat due to the fact she wasn't able to get into the ring at the right moment all as Mikah rolled OUT of the ring-- and purposely stepped OVER Sarah's fallen body in a mocking manner. Raising her right hand and curled her fingers in-- running her left thumb over her nails as if she was filing her already professionally manicured nails.

Len Ragatti: "You've gotta chalk this up as an impressive victory for Mikah.. It's seeming more and more likely that a crash course between her and Ruby Red is in the making.."

Tracy Race: "The Crimson Queen versus The Platinum Blondeshell.. That should be interestling for sure.. But props go out to Ashley Williams who ALSO showed that she belongs here and isn't skating by. Sarah Parsons looks hurt-- while Rina and Riley.. look.. I don't even know. Great job to Mikah for the win and Williams for the effort-- they're going places."

With "Bad Girlfriend" continuing to play over the PA, Mikah had reached the top of the stage where she had winked towards the ring.. all as the camera cut to the first sponsorship break of the evening after a BANG to start the show off with.. Break on Through seemed to have that same promise and lure that made LEGACY Wrestling nothing short of ELECTRIC.

Backstage Segments

After her impressive win a few moments ago, the scene opens up in the back where Mikah, much as she was when she left the ring- was moving through the halls with her own brand of swagger. Despite breaking a sweat and working a bit harder than she'd admit she'd want to, the camera kept itself in front of her as suddenly her eyes lit up and a devilish grin crossed her face.. The camera turned itself to show a look from Mikah's perspective [actually over her shoulder] and huddled up in back of the hall way we see Con Escobar, Christian Othniel and of course Ruby Red. Ruby had her back turned in Mikah's direction as it was Esco who first spotted her in the corner of his eye. Nodding in her direction, CO gazed there as Ruby did the same as The French-Canadian Beauty simply sighed and rolled her eyes all as Othniel exhaled a bit deeply.

Mikah: "Once again I see I'm not invited to your pow-wow, should I be hurt?"

Con Escobar: "More strategy, less pow-wow."

The one thing LEGACY fans would find out was that Esco was a man of few words-- he didn't speak to hear himself, he spoke to be HEARD.

Mikah: "Hello to you too Con."

Turning around, Ruby tilted her head to the side just a bit and placed the tip of her thumb over the point of her chin.

Ruby Red: "You're actually interrupting something- unless you've got something of value to add to the conversation I'd suggest you leave.. Se perdre."

Not too sharp on French? Ruby basically told Mikah, in a not too friendly way as she spoke it to 'go away.' Whether or not Mikah brushed up on her French recently wasn't known, what was though was that across Mikah's face was a smirk that would bother even the most confident of people.

Mikah: "Jusqu'à la prochaine fois."

Taken back by MIKAH's show of French, before Ruby could give any kind of a reply, Mikah turned and walked off and away from the trio all as Ruby squared her attention on Christian who shrugged his shoulders-- shooting him a dirty stare, Con pointed in CO's direction and let off a laugh.

Con Escobar: "Damn Michael Douglas, seems like you've got yourself a Fatal Attraction on your hands!"

Seeming disgusted by Mikah's relentless pop-ups, Ruby stepped off of the scene as well, all as Christian looked over in Esco's direction and shook his head and sighed.

Christian Othniel: "You're a dick."

Con Escobar: "Hey.. Don't take it out on me. I just got here, God knows what you two did to have her keep popping up in our stuff."

Hanging his head, Christian shook his head all as Esco let off another round of mocking laughter in his friend's direction. Off of those two- the camera cut to a shot of Prince Treborn who was jumping up and down in place, getting stretched out and ready to go. Standing in the back, we see his cousin Derek 'Ripper' Treborn who's sporting a black cast over his right wrist. Prince looked primed and ready to go, things had blown up between her and newcomer 'Glory' from the span of Independence Day until now, Ripper moved forward and stood aside of his cousin as Prince threw a few right hands, shadowboxing of course-- all as Ripper adjusted the black beanie he had over the top of his head.

Ripper Treborn: "Doc said I should be good to go, I can wrestle with the cast on if need-be."

Prince Treborn: "It's not even a big deal Derek. It's not like I need any help to beat this stupid muscle-head freak. Oooo.. I'm so afraid of him because he can bench press a ridiculous amount of weight-- you know what he CAN'T do though? Scratch his back- or even open a bottle of water. The guy is useless, and it's because people buy into that 'big guys rule' crap. That's so far from the truth, he doesn't run a damn thing. He'll learn that in the land of giants, there's always someone ready and willing to slay the so-called 'dominate species'.

Prince had a chip on his shoulder from years of dealing with 'being too small talk' and he was looking to follow up on his showing at Friday the 20th where he led The Treborn Legacy to a victory. As Prince headed forward and stepped out of the locker-room, leaving his cousin Ripper behind. As Prince continued to step forward, all smiles of course from his confidence moving in the opposite direction of him with a scowl on hers, was Ruby Red. The two locked eyes, their heads turned in the process-- all as Prince winked at her-- she fired off a smirk of sorts as he chuckled and continued forward.. All as the scene cut to ring-side.. Preparations were being made for a modern day David versus Goliath match-up.

Glory versus Prince Treborn

The smaller, but much more technically gifted Prince Treborn went straight to work versus the more muscular Glory. Prince shot in and looked for a single leg take-down but Glory whipped him off of him with ease, Prince would explode out from the corner and THROW himself, with all of his weight towards Glory with a cross-body but Glory would catch him. Before Glory could take him down, Prince reached out and grabbed hold of the ropes and yanked them towards it-- causing BOTH men to spill over the top rope and down onto the floor outside the ring. Because Prince took less of the fall, he was the first man up and it paid as he put the boot to Glorys head over and over again- all before managing to get himself up onto the ring apron where Glory was JUST beginning to stir and got off from flat on his chest to on both palms and knees--

Len Ragatti: "Prince Treborn is looking for WHATEVER advantage he can get here.."

Tracy Race: "When your opponent has close to a hundred pounds on you like Glory does on Treborn, there's no other choice!"

With Glory finding himself back on his feet, Prince sprinted ON the ring apron to about mid-way and leaped off of the apron and did a BACK-FLIP, caught some AMAZING height in the process and landed with right right arm wrapping ACROSS of Glory's head--

Len Ragatti: "A running, elevated Shooting Star Press-"

Before Ragatti could finish his statement, Prince used ALL of his weight to yank DOWN and SNAPPED Glory down, drilling him with a HARD DDT.

Tracy Race: ".. BEAUTIFUL!"

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Not because he needed to, but rather because he COULD-- Prince, to continue the showing off kipped up to his feet and dusted his shoulder off, all as Official Kraloso who was pulling double-duty due to Polanski not being medically cleared. Prince would roll in- then out to restart the count all as he moved towards Glory and got the muscular man back into the ring. With his [Glory] popping out from under the bottom rope and basically hanging over ring floor- his neck being in a dangerous place, Prince once again found himself standing on the ring apron, moved forward and leaped into the air and dropped an elbow across of Glory's throat, causing the big man to roll back into the ring and Prince to stand on the outside, of course soaking in the chants and mixed cheers from the fans. The match would continue from there-- Prince would again show off that technical ability as he singled out Glory's left leg.. with stomps placed and switching up between multiple holds-- Prince kept changing it up to weaken the knee for 'The Eminent Threat'. Glory managed to power his way out of Prince's hold and kicked Prince forward into the ropes, springing to his feet, Glory quickly locked Prince in a belly to belly suplex and PLANTED him into the mat. With a quick pin-attempt, Prince's shoulder popped off of the mat as the match would continue from the sudden change of momentum. Glory would use his power to try and break Prince down, eventually changing from his own brand of submission wrestling to more of a power-base as after a few solid scoop slams due to Prince REFUSING to stay down, Glory would look to keep him down though as he exploded out from the corner and wrapped his arm around Prince's head with a STRONG lariat. Another near-fall there-- Glory was beginning to get cocky now as he figured Prince wouldn't managed to fight back, but it became more and more apparent that despite not being the most favorite guy on the roster, they'd cheer their own and the fans in The Carson Community Center begun to rally behind Prince. With different cheers, Glory tried to wave it off but he paid too much attention to the fans which gave Prince enough room to get back into it..

"LET'S GO PRINCE, LET'S GO!" clap- clap
"LET'S GO PRINCE, LET'S GO!" clap, clap
"LET'S GO PRINCE, LET'S GO!" clap- clap

Len Ragatti: ".. I can't believe what I'm hearing, th- they're cheering for.. Treborn!?"

Tracy Race: "It's the lesser of two evils, do you cheer for a newcomer who thinks he's the biggest thing in the industry, or do you bite the bullet and cheer for a California-native, a guy who's roots run DEEP in the state of California and has proven to be everything he makes himself out to be?!"

Len Ragatti: "You're absolutely right Tracy."

Positioned in the center of the ring, Glory had Prince in the air as he had Prince locked in a bear-hug. Prying away at Prince, attempting to squeeze the life out of his body, Prince moved his thumbs down to Glory's eyes and attempted to gouge at them, but Glory would find it in him to put more pressure on Prince's back as Prince looked to be on the verge of snapping in half. The crowd's chants in Prince's favor were beginning to annoy Glory, all as the fan's chants and cheers progressively got louder. Like a rag-doll, Glory broke the bear-hug and whipped Prince off to the side of the ring like he was a sack of potatoes. As Prince hit the mat and balled up to protect his head from slamming off of the mat, Glory threw his arms up and begun to argue with the fans-- commanding them to shut up and be quiet..

Tracy Race: "Yeah.. Not too bright."

Len Ragatti: ".. why turn your back to your opponent?! Why give him any chance to get back into things?! Mistake for Glory.."

Surely enough, Prince had managed to get to his knee-- when Glory turned around from being distracted, he tried to rush towards Prince who rolled out of the way-- as Glory hit the turnbuckle chest first which caused him to stumble backwards-- as he did so, Prince hit the ropes himself and fired in Glory's direction and slid beneath Glory's legs after running full sprint, Glory reached down to try and grab Prince but Treborn wrapped his legs around Glory's left knee with a scissors of variation and took him down--

Tracy Race: "WHAT A TAKEDOWN!"

Locking Glory in position once Glory was down, Prince found himself YANKING away at Glory's leg--

Len Ragatti: "EMINENT THREAT! EMINENT THREAT!"

"TAP! TAP! TAP!"

The fans were TOTALLY against Glory here, all as Prince had that modified, inverted Figure 4 leglock. With Glory reaching and reeling for the ropes, he was using that power in his upper-body to pull both himself AND Prince towards the ropes, just as he was a few inches away from reaching the bottom rope, Prince yanked him back into the center of the ring as Glory's heads went over his head-- the pain was beginning to get intense as Kraloso kept in his face asking if he would give up--

Tracy Race: "THE LONGER HE HOLDS OUT, THE MORE DAMAGE IS BEING DEALT!"

FINALLY, Glory's hand slapped on the mat as the crowd broke into an UPROAR!

Len Ragatti: "HE TAPPED! GLORY TAPPED!"

ding.. ding.. ding

Breaking the lock, Prince rolled to the side as he pressed his hand across his lower-back, the bear-hug and slams seemed to have taken more of an effect than he alluded to.

Rob Hendricks: "Yooooooourrrrrrrrr winnnnnnnnnnnnerrrrrrrrrrrr.. PPPPPPPPPRIIIIIINCEEEEEEEE.. TTTTREEEEEBOOOORNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

As Prince moved toward the turnbuckle and used it to pull himself up, he turned around and charging like a bull, Glory BLASTED the smaller Prince Treborn with a charging splash. The crowd suddenly broke into a round of boos as Glory used the top rope to keep himself standing and begun to stomp away at Prince's fallen body, the crowd was letting him have it here. The mood in the arena changed though as darting out from the back, literally tearing the shirt off of his back- we see Derek 'Ripper' Treborn and the fans loved it. Ripper slid into the ring beneath the bottom rope as Glory turned around- the two big man stared each other down..

"TREBORN! TREBORN! TREBORN!"

Whipping the beanie into the crowd after taking it off, Ripper and Glory exchanged trash-talk all as Glory rushed Ripper, Ripper of course avoided it and caused Glory to hit the ropes-- as Glory bounced in Ripper's direction, Ripper threw himself forward and BROKE the cast across his wrist over Glory's head-- knocking the big man out and down..

Len Ragatti: "RIPPER TREBORN JUST BROKE THAT PLASTER CAST ACROSS OF GLORY'S HEAD, MY GOD!"

Out of pure adrenaline, Ripper tore the broken half of the cast off of his hand and threw it off to the side all as Glory had managed to get to his feet despite being dazed and wobbled and backed up the aisle all as Ripper helped Prince get back to his feet.. Prince tried to move forward in a daze as well, Ripper kept him in place by holding his cousin back all as Glory had a hematoma form on his forehead from that smack of the cast. With The Treborn Legacy standing tall in the ring and Glory reeling on the outside.. the camera cut to yet another sponsorship break.. Things were beginning to pick up early on, the show was looking like yet another action-packed edition!

Backstage Segment

Returning from the sponsorship break, we find ourselves backstage where.. things are a total mess. What was one a production style looking area, with a table, chairs and a few electronics was broken and scattered through the area. Whatever had happened, the most obvious thing to admit at the moment was that there DEFINITELY was a struggle of some kind. Laying across of his back though, we see the platinum blond hair of Duke Andrews as he's totally out of it. Laying to his side on his stomach? Alex Andrews, the two who was supposed to compete later on in the evening-- both of them though.. strangely enough wore the same 'graffiti' which was seemingly spray-painted across their body. A half red circle was spray pained across of Duke's chest and stomach-- the circle found it's other half across of Alex Andrews' back and shoulder. As the paint dripped off of the two signaling that the attack was definitely fresh and happened not too long ago, the camera turned to the left and the once white wall--

Len Ragatti: "My God.. I- Is th- that Alex Andrews' blood used for that?!"

Tracy Race: ".. now what the hell is this?!"

The camera pointed back in the downed Alex Andrews direction as there was definitely a trail of blood from where he was to where the wall is. As the blood dropped down the center of the circle which we can assume is.. the same 'symbol' that the mysterious Twitter account was using that kept harassing LEGACY online, the scene cut back to the blood graffiti on the wall-- someone would have to have those Japanese symbols translated into English, all as whatever it is-- whoever was responsible for this brutal attack on Duke Andrews and Alex Andrews took a step up in the game and showed that there's no room for fun and games- it was war.. and it was true guerrilla warfare.

Len Ragatti: "I don't know what this is about Tracy, but I'm not liking it. Not only did these people make questionable threats online, but now.. they're lurking in the shadows and attacking our talent?! Who are these people?! Why won't they reveal themselves?! Why hide like cowards?!"

Tracy Race: "I couldn't tell you Ragatti, I'm just in shock as you are.. I mean I've seen a lot, I've seen guys do terribly disgusting things to get their careers on track or to make a name for themselves but this.. wow. This is a new low.. I mean taking two guys out of their matches-- spraying what I believe is that red sun for Japan on them as a act of disrespect and then-- not even having the courtesy to write IN ENGLISH a message I'm guessing has to do with all of this?! And using Andrews' blood to paint ANOTHER sun!?"

Foe those that weren't too familiar with Tracy Race, he wrestled across the world for over two decades. From Asia to Europe- Australia and even Africa, he's been all over the world so when something happens that takes the words out of HIS mouth.. you know it's a problem. With the camera focusing in on the graffiti on the wall-- the cameras cut back to ring-side where acting on quick notice since they expected to have more time, we see Miles Lozio already in the ring with Silas Romero heading down to the ring via the aisle. Once near it, he rolled into the ring and played to the fans with cocky mannerisms for a second, all as Official Kraloso called for the bell once everything was in order..

Miles Lozio vs. Silas Romero

In what many consider a show-stealer, it didn't take long for these two to meet in the center of the ring and lock-up, as admitted by both parties, Romero had a distinctive edge when it came to striking. Miles though, he was no slouch in terms of that particular aspect, there as no doubt that he was a much better wrestler. Miles though, the bigger of the two managed to shove Silas into the turnbuckle upon the lock up- Silas hit it with impact as Miles moved to the center of the ring and hopped in place a few times, he seemed much more comfortable and confident compared to what we've seen recently- as the two locked up again. Silas looked for an advantage but Miles swatted off the attempt and took Silas over with a side headlock takedown, once both men hit the mat, Miles transitioned into a North-South Choke, but Romero managed to get his arm on the ropes which broke the lock. Miles got to his feet, all as the crowd was in his corner tonight-- Silas also stood up and looked a bit flustered at what he had to deal with, but not too bad. Both men looked for the lock-up again, this time Silas got the best of Miles as he fired off a toe kick to the gut which doubled Miles over. Lifting a knee across of Miles chest and face, Miles hit the mat hard as Silas looked for a quick cover with the leg hooked- a one count only which caused Silas to take the fight to Miles' area of expertise and look for an arm-lock of sorts.. the crowd could definitely respect Romero's approach to show he's no buster, but that didn't last long as Miles would get back to his feet despite Silas having control of his arm and instead fired Silas into the ropes- upon coming off of it, Miles hit the deck, Silas jumped over him and hit the opposite side ropes-- this time Miles connected with a hip-toss which sent Silas sailing across the ring. The fans jumped to their feet, all as Silas did the same, this time Miles used an arm-drag to take him over and down-- when Silas hit the mat this time, he didn't make the mistake of feeding into frustration and instead, slapped his hands off of the mat and rolled beneath the bottom rope to the outside to gather his thoughts..

"LET'S GO MILES!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"LET'S GO MILES!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"LET'S GO MILES!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Tracy Race: "Is it cheer for a Cali Kid day!?"

Miles rubbed his hands together in the center of the ring, all as Silas kept his eyes on him from the outside. Rolling into the ring slowly, Miles allowed Silas to get to his feet as the two locked up again, Silas didn't go for a strike and was adamant on showing people that he could wrestle just as good as Miles could. Once again Miles would gain control with a side headlock, but Silas would move back and fire Miles into the ropes. Silas wanted to showcase what HE could do and looked to leap-frog over Miles but Miles seen it a thousand times in the past and instead stuck his knee out and grabbed hold of Silas by the ribs-

Len Ragatti: "What a smart reversal!"

Bringing Silas down across his knee with an inverted Atomic Drop, Silas went into an immediate round of pain as Miles threw himself off of the ropes and bounced forward- coming off of it, Miles leaped into the air and grabbed hold of Silas' head in the process, all as his momentum carried both men forward and Miles planted Silas into the mat face-first with a bulldog.

Len Ragatti: "RUNNING BULLDOG BY MILES LOZIO THERE!"

Feeling it now, Miles made the cover after turning Silas around- using his right hand to press down across of Silas' face to make the cover as uncomfortable as possible..

One..

TW- KICKOUT!

Silas kicked out before the two count could become official as Miles didn't mind slowing down and complaining about anything. Instead, Miles stood Silas up and forced him into the corner with a right hand across the side of the face which definitely did the trick-- with Romero reeling from the shot, Miles climbed to the second turnbuckle and held his right hand in the air, all as he clenched his fist and nodded his head with the crowd roaring in approval..

ONE!

Miles brought his fist across of Silas' head, the crowd was LOVING it..

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

After the fifth punch, the crowd in UNISON was chanting as Miles' fist bounced off of Silas' skull..

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NIINNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEE!

As Miles brought his fist up and held it in the air for an extended moment, before he could finish off the ten count, Silas would use whatever he had left at the moment to force himself out from the corner and sprung forward-- before Miles could turn around, Silas used a stiff left hand behind Miles' knee which caused it to buckle-- as Miles fell backwards, Silas jumped into the air and grabbed hold of Miles falling momentum all as he helped gravity to it's job and SPIKED Miles down onto the mat with a modified neckbreaker of sorts--

Len Ragatti: "Silas showing how resourceful he can be! Having to improvise there, that may do the trick!"

Tracy Race: "Good save by Silas Romero there, this kid is always impressing me.."

Instead of making the pin though, Romero shook off the cob-webs and reached down to pick Miles up who was clutching the back of his head in pain as once standed, Silas fired off a few solid chops that met its mark, Miles' chest turned a bright shade of red now as being moved towards the ropes, Silas irish whipped Miles into the opposite side turnbuckle- as Miles hit it, he looked to want to fire himself forward but before he could connect with any sort of offense, Silas was thinking on his toes and leaped into the air and put his knee into Miles face upon Miles' rush attempt, knocking Lozio down and taking him down pretty hard--

Tracy Race: "ENGINE 45!"

Despite being busted in the face with that knee, Miles pushed himself to get back up which caused Silas to jump forward and grab hold of Miles' arm, hitting him with a quick back elbow, keeping the daze going a bit longer, Silas locked Miles' arm behind his back and scooped him up-- changing him into position to bring him down across HIS [Silas'] knee, Miles crushed over it all as the fans jumped to their feet for the show of Silas' strength with what he liked to call Kyoryu's Change. Making the cover-- nothing but a two count as Silas didn't let the bigger Miles Lozio get any sort of breath to rest. Once the pin was deemed a two count, Silas was all over him again with a multitude of strikes, using his educated feet and fists to do the trick, it didn't take long for Miles to mount a comeback of sorts but Miles wasn't successful as when he tried to used his size to his advantage, Silas was quick to use a strike from his wide arsenal to close it out. Silas though.. would show that he wasn't a fluke as he'd repeat quite the popular from Independence Day..

Len Ragatti: "A great.. GREAT match up and good way to get our minds off of what we saw in the back.."

Tracy Race: "When Professional Wrestling was created, these two were in the minds of it's ancestors."

Silas had Miles leaned up against the ropes, Miles had taken some brutal strikes from Romero but the match wasn't over yet. Instead, Silas kicked Miles in the stomach and fired off an elbow behind his head, with Miles dropping to a knee, Silas moved forward to attempt to get him back to a standing position- that was as Miles threw a clothesline from his kneed position out of TOTAL desperation-- but once again, Silas Romero showed how much different of a beast he could be by moving backwards and AGAIN using that 'Matrix' like duck to AVOID the clothesline. Once Miles sailed OVER him, he turned around- all as Silas, upon getting himself back up to his vertical base fired off a STIFF European Uppercut that lifted Miles Lozio OFF of his feet and sent him down onto the mat..

Len Ragatti: "THERE IT IS AGAIN! THAT NEO LIKE DUCK AND EUROPEAN UPPERCUT COMBO! DEADLY! EFFIN' DEADLY!"

Tracy Race: "Yeah.. You can say I'm a fan of that.. Crisp AND electric!"

"NEO LIVES! NEO LIVES! NEO LIVES!"

With the fans in attendance going CRAZY over that, Romero simply smirked at his performance- as Miles had gotten back to his feet, Silas looked to continue to keep things moving in his favor but Lozio wasn't going to go down without a fight. As Silas looked to connect with a right hand, Miles slapped it out of the way and moved forward, managing to lock Silas in a rear waist-lock. Hoisting Silas off of his feet BEFORE Silas could attempt to block it, Miles connected with a HUGE German Suplex WITH a bridge-

Len Ragatti: "OH LOOK, MILES WITH THE GERMAN SUPLEX PIN!"

ONE..

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TWO..

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KICKOUT!

At the LAST possible second, Silas' shoulder popped off of the mat, all as Miles rolled to the side, not believing his eyes when Kraloso threw up two fingers to signal the two count.

Len Ragatti: "These two are RELENTLESS!"

Tracy Race: ".. which makes things allllllll the much better for us!"

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

With the fans blowing the roof off of the place, Miles managed to get back to his feet and moved in Silas' direction, reaching down to grab Silas- Romero would lift himself back into position and connected with ANOTHER European Uppercut which caused Miles to move backwards. Grabbing his chest in pain, Miles roared as he shot forward which allowed Silas to replicate the action- Silas though, ducked beneath Miles' clothesline attempt and hit the ropes- as Miles turned around, Silas lifted his foot OFF of the mat and planted it across of Miles' face with a HUGE Yakuza Kick--

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

The second Miles hit the mat, Silas made the cover and hooked the leg--

ONE!

Tracy Race: ".. this'll be close.."

TWO!

Len Ragatti: "ROMERO WI-"

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THHHHHHHHHRRRE- KICKOUT!

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Len Ragatti: "HE'S NOT CALLED THE GOLDEN STATE WARRIOR BECAUSE IT'S THE CUTE THING TO DO! THIS GUY.. WOW!"

"WON'T STAY DOWN! WON'T STAY DOWN! WON'T STAY DOWN!"

The crowd accurately chanted what Miles' mind-set was, all as Romero slammed both fists on the mat, this was beginning to grow annoying. Neither man seemed to have the answer for the other, both wanted the win in the worst way.. so one would go the distance at the end of the day. Silas pushed himself back into the turnbuckle and begun to rotate his arm, all as he loosened his arm, the fans jumped to their feet as they knew what was on the verge of happening. With Miles getting back to his feet very.. very slowly, he turned and Silas rushed forward-- did a 360 and looked for that elbow but Miles managed to duck it JUST at the right moment. With Silas' arm going over Miles' head, Miles managed to pop up behind Silas, lock his left arm over Silas' and connect his free hand with his left-

Len Ragatti: "BULL CLUTCH! BULL CLUTCH! MILES HAS THE BULL CLUTCH LOCKED IN!"

As the fans was all on their feet, chanting- cheering, a few probably even rubbed their nipples from the greatness that was put on display in front of them, Silas reached for the ropes with all he could but Miles wasn't allowing him to move forward..

Tracy Race: "THAT CAROTID ARTERY HAS A LOT OF PRESSURE BEING PUT ON IT!"

Silas reached out AGAIN for the rope, but Miles snapped him away from it and stood in the center of the ring still-- it was obvious that Silas was giving it all he had.. and that's when he reached down.. jumped forward and managed to run UP the second turnbuckle and at the right moment flip OVER Miles' head which caused the lock to break. With Miles now standing in place trying to figure out what the heck just happened- he turned and..

BAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!

Tracy Race: "GEE- EFF- KAY- OH!"

Planting the point of his elbow across of Miles' temple, that elbow shot knocked him down and out, all as Romero made the cover..

ONE..

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TWO..

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THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "Yoooooooourrrrrrrrrr winnnnnnnnnerrrrrrrr.. SILLLLLASSSSSS.. ROOOOOMERRRRROOOOOOOOOOO!"

Both men were winded from the war they were apart of. With Kraloso attempting to hold up Romero's arm in victory, she wasn't able to.. but that didn't stop him from getting to his feet. With his theme pounding over the PA, Romero looked down at Miles Lozio who had rolled onto his stomach and had his face buried in his hands from disappointment.. all as Romero moved out of the ring and headed up the aisle.. holding his arm out in the air in victory, Romero had taken a lot from Miles Lozio- but in the end.. Romero walked away with the victory. Before he could turn around though- the lights in the arena cut off TOTALLY..

Len Ragatti: "Wh- WHAT NOW?!"

In what could only be described as freaky-- the sound of traditional Japanese music sounded..

japan traditional music of the japanese geisha rokudan

A white spotlight beamed down from the rafters down to the aisle where Silas was standing-- in front of him? A chalk white faced painted.. geisha. She had on traditional geisha clothing, bright red lipstick and the rest of her facial makeup. Extending her right arm, she slowly handed what seemed to be a piece of folded paper to Silas Romero, all as when she brought her hand back to her, she left off a ghastly smiled and nodded her head-- a SCREECH sounded over the PA totally cutting the music off and when the lights returned-- the geisha was gone.. the crowd was in shock as Romero was left with a note in his hand from the mysterious woman.. all as the scene faded out..

Backstage Segments/Duke Andrews & Alex Andrews Update/Saul Maverick Teaser

Holding his head in a mixture of pain and frustration, moving through the back we see Miles Lozio who had fallen for the third consecutive match. Dropping the first match to The Treborns was rough, dropping one to Wayne Williams was bad- but this one hurt, just because he had his heart set on victory. As he reached the section of the back where his gym-bag was sitting on a steel chair- Miles reached down, grabbed hold of the strap and threw it across of the room causing the contents to spill all over the floor. Turning, Miles threw a HUGE right hand that connected across a pillar positioned in the room which acted as a beam to keep the roof standing, the shot was so hard that a vibration rattled the roof. A sigh sounded behind Miles-- turning around, his eyes seemed as if he had seen the devil and the expression on his face matched the mood. The camera panned out to a wide angle as standing in the door entrance, we could see his brother- Dante who didn't have a smirk on his face, rather-- a look of concern.

Dante Lozio: "You done beating up the walls?"

Not sure how to take the comments, Miles cocked his head back and rubbed his knuckles.

Miles Lozio: "You finished with the jokes?"

Putting both hands up to show his palms, Dante shook his head from side to side as he let off a genuine smile.

Dante Lozio: "I'm not here for trouble, brother. I'm here to tell you that we need to get over this nonsense. We're brothers-- not cousins, not friends. Blood is thicker than water and we're acting like spoiled little kids. Yeah, we lost-- oh well. We'll get over it, we always do. But I can't be the only one willing on making amends Miles, you've gotta be open to it too."

For the first time in a long time, Dante was actually.. serious. There wasn't a trace of sarcasm or arrogance in his words, even the way he spoke them was.. authentic. Miles brought his hand up and scratched an itch behind his ear and nodded his head a few times as the expression of rage faded off and was replaced by something more easing and understanding.

Miles Lozio: "You're right Dante.. You're right. This is all stupid, it's just.. frustration, man. It's a total buzz-kill to be looked at with such promise and fail time and time again."

Dante Lozio: "Bro, who cares? Who cares about this imaginary expectations? Dad isn't putting them on us, it's just a bunch of people who never wrestled a match in their life thinking they're able to make us do things like we're circus animals. We're not sideshow freaks, we're athletes.. the only goals and expectations we should be achieving is stuff that WE create. I don't care what Robert Kirkapatrick out of Jackson Hole, Wyoming thinks I should be doing in my career-- and neither should you!"

Lowering his head for a brief second, Miles knew Dante spoke the truth. Miles got so wrapped up with trying to be a savior of a name that he was blessed with from birth that he lost track of what was important- the competition and the furthering of HIS career. With a light chuckle, Miles looked up and in his brother's direction.

Miles Lozio: ".. you're right... you're absolutely right."

Dante Lozio: "Good, now let's get out of here-- get some grub and we can rethink our approach."

Dante got down to a knee and scooped up his brother's clothes and stuffed them into the Nike bag, all as he handed it off to Miles who took it graciously and followed by packing some other stuff in there. As he placed the bag back down onto the chair, Miles pointed off towards a door situated in the back of the area-

Miles Lozio: "Let me hop in the shower real quick, give me a sec then we can head out. I've gotta clear my head- gotta take a minute to relax."

Dante Lozio: "I'll meet you at the car bro."

Miles shot his brother a thumbs up before disappearing into the door-way, Dante turned and stepped out of the area and moved into the open where approaching him- we see The Treborn Legacy in Prince and Ripper. Ripper had a splint on his wrist from cracking his plaster cast earlier in the evening across of Glory's head as Prince nudged his cousin and pointed in Dante's direction as the two instantly had devilish grins cross their face like two school-yard bullies.

Prince Treborn: "I reckon you've spoken with Miles about the proposal we worked up?"

Dante Lozio: "Not yet.. I didn't want to put too much on him, especially after how tonight went. Give me some time, I'll get him to go with it."

Prince Treborn: "Time? Are you serious right now? Time is the one thing that you DON'T have. Your brother is on a losing streak, you're not even being put in matches because you're hurt or whatever, give it another few weeks and you two will be forgotten forever. You aren't going to accept the very friendly idea we threw in your direction? Your problem."

About to continue forward, Dante stopped them and held his hands in front of him.

Dante Lozio: "It's easy for me to go with it- I'm not the oldest. I'm just.. me. I've always been a black sheep so these things are easy for me-- let me talk to him, let me show him what we've gotta do and I'll get back to you. If our name fades? If our stock takes a drop? We'll deal with it, don't worry about it. You've seen what we're able to do."

Ripper Treborn: "Yeah.. Lose."

That was like a gut punch for Dante as he his fists balled up, Ripper noticed that and purposely stuck his jaw out and tilted his head to the side.

Ripper Treborn: "Oh, you wanna hit me? Go ahead Dante.. Go ahead and make your career move. Let's see what happens if you try.. Go on, do me the honor."

Holding his head in that same position for a few more seconds, he knew Dante wouldn't do anything and was just being.. well, a bully. Prince found the whole ordeal entertaining, all as he pointed in the direction of the door Dante just stepped through.

Prince Treborn: "The offer won't stand forever, I'd suggest you get Miles on board.. or well.. what happens-- happens."

With a shrug, Prince snickered and continued forward as Ripper followed behind. The camera switched back to Dante for a second who definitely looked torn in two.. all as with a sigh- the camera cut to a second of static as it returned back to ring side where the faces of Len Ragatti and Tracy Race lit it up. Len and Tracy both shared the same facial expression- worry.

Len Ragatti: "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen-- we've got some news regarding Alex and Duke Andrews- of course, no relation between the two. We've been told that Alex Andrews suffered a grade 2 concussion and needed 34 stitches to close a wound across of his forehead and then an additional 13 staples across his scalp. Duke Andrews on the other hand several multiple contusions to the body and several bruised ribs-- we're being told that Alex Andrews has decided to NOT stay with LEGACY Wrestling out of fear of what happened, as Duke Andrews is still undecided on whether or not he'll be coming back after the injuries sustained. We also understand that the Japanese characters written in Alex Andrews' blood on the wall? After having a translator break the code for us.. it translates roughly to "We.. Will.. Rise" which oddly enough is the 'saying' if you will of that cryptic Twitter account."

Tracy Race: "First off all- Alex Andrews? Good riddance. You had multiple chances to show you belong here- you had the opportunity to beat that bumbling crybaby Bulldozer Brixton but failed. Then you had an opportunity to fight for yourself and put a stop to these guys.. but instead had your head busted open and your blood used as freakin' ink. It doesn't make you tough, it makes you a joke- so if you're too worried about what happened- it's better that you leave and don't come back."

Len Ragatti: "Wow.. Harsh much!?"

Tracy Race: "Harsh?! What's harsh is going to the ring with fifteen staples in your head and wrestling the night AFTER the injury. What's harsh is blowing your ACL out during a match and NOT tapping to a Figure 4. The kids these days are SOFT- Alex Andrews is a perfect example of that. Duke Andrews? Jury is still out on him."

With the small break between Race's words-- the screen suddenly lit up with a question..

"WHO IS SAUL MAVERICK?"

Len Ragatti: ".. It seems like we're in for ANOTHER surprise!"

The audience mutter and murmur about the question; unsure of the answer as the camera pan around the small arena. A face of confusion amongst most of those attending, trying to figure out if there is a greater meaning behind the question.

Len Ragatti: "Saul Maverick.. first time his name has ever come to my attention, how about you Tracy?"

Tracy Race: "Same over here. I have no idea who this guy is."

After a few seconds pass, another image appears on the big screen - this time displaying a room infested with smoke, lingering in the air as the cameras panned around the room. Nothing could be seen or heard except from the smoke.

"Who is Saul Maverick?"

A voice is heard coming from beyond the smoke; and from the mans accent you could tell that he was from the United States of America, however you couldn't tell what specific state or whether he was a Southerner or a Northerner. Not yet.

"He's a product of innovation. A man who has more than one persona. A man who isn't familiar with the norm of society. He exiled himself from the world because he believed that the world was out to get him. He believed that the world would not accept him. He believed he didn't belong."

As the man finished his sentence; it was now clear that he was of northern America, however had a hint of southern in his accent, indicating that perhaps his descendants were from there. Slowly a man began to emerge from the cloud of smoke, however his face still unrecognizable to the viewers. You could see the mans outline however. He was very tall - certainly above the six foot margin, however he wasn't wide, he was lean and well built on the arms. Upon his head was also a bucket cap as you could see the outline of it.

"But now.. Saul Maverick is emerging. He is coming to the light. Too long he has been hiding. Its time for the spiritual enlightenment, to take his first steps in the wrestling world. Its time for Legacy Wrestling in particular; to witness a new art of violence."



The screen fuzzes out as the man finished his sentence; allowing the audiences to ponder on who Saul Maverick was, and pose questions to others attending. The cameras then cut over to the commentary table, where Tracy and Len are seated.

Tracy Race: "Sounds like a jackass if you ask me."

Len Ragatti: "Sounds like an interesting man to me, I'm hoping we find out a little bit more about this Saul Maverick character. And you could be ANY less cynical!?"

Tracy Race: "Nope."

With another round of static from the cameras, we find ourselves in the back once more-- this time though.. it was.. different. There was a blockade set up between the halls- almost like it was man-made. A fence of sorts separated one half of the back from the other and standing at the gate with his HUGE arms crossed over his chest.. was Bison. A black beanie over his head and a black leather vest, Bison didn't blink an eye- instead, stared straight into the camera as Rebecca Bradley made her way towards him.

Rebecca Bradley: "Bison?"

The big man gave her no response, he kept his eyes forward.

Rebecca Bradley: ".. Bison, I was wondering if I was able to get a word with Decaine, Drew and Drexel regarding the situation last week?"

Bison still gave her no reply, he seemed as if he was totally tuning her out. Tapping him on the shoulder now, Bison's head turned to the side-- managing to glare a hole through Rebecca Bradley as he pretty much snarled at her which caused her to jump back.

Bison: "THEY'RE BUSY!"

That bark of an answer gave Rebecca everything she needed to get as FAR away from there as possible and once at a safe distance- which was around a corner, using the wall as cover, she popped her head out and gazed in that direction for a second- noticing Bison still was staring as she quickly returned to cover and sighed while looking to the camera.

Rebecca Bradley: ".. Back to you guys!"

Almost as if she was hyperventilating from being so afraid, the camera cut OFF of Becca Bradley in the back.. and back to ring-side where the newly formed 'Rising Wind' in Hayden Phoenix and Ian Windermear was set to take on Joey Edwards and Wayne Williams, of course with Richard Steen at their side..

Rising Wind vs. Joey Edwards & Wayne Williams w/ Richard Steen

In what had become one of the more anticipated matches on the card-- Hayden and Ian, who formed a partnership on the grounds of watching each other's backs teamed against long time friends and clients of Richard Steen.. in Joey Edwards and Wayne Williams. The match kicked off with Hayden Phoenix and Joey Edwards being the first two in, Hayden and Joey was very similar in approach, all as both were technical-- but Joey Edwards had an advantage, he didn't care about morals and ethics. With a low dropkick to gets things started, Edwards managed to take Phoenix down and attempted to lock him up in some submission attempt but Hayden grabbed the ropes and broke the lock early on. Picking Hayden up, Joey whipped him into the corner [his corner] and attempted to charge forward but before he could connect with a splash-like attack, Hayden moved from the corner and allowed Joey to hit it chest first. The crowd was already on Hayden's side as hitting the ropes, he came off of it and took a dive of his own at Joey's knee, which he was successful in doing. Edwards grabbed it in pain as he rolled to the side and made the tag to Wayne Williams who scaled the top rope and flew in Hayden's direction- but Hayden had him scouted.. as before Wayne could crash across of Hayden, he [Hayden] leaped into the air from standing position and connected with a BIG dropkick across of Wayne's mid-section which caused him to curl up as he hit the ground in pain. Jumping to his feet, Hayden threw his arms in the air, pumping the crowd up more which got them ROARING. Steen called his boys outside to talk strategy.. that lasted a few seconds before Wayne recovered from the dropkick and got back into the ring-- Joey Edwards returned to his place near the turnbuckle as the match continued with Williams once again taking a strike- this time a quick right hand to the side of the head which knocked him backwards. Hayden fired forward and looked for a clothesline to dump him [Wayne] over the top rope, but Williams moved out of the way allowing Joey Edwards from ON the ring apron to move into position and clock the incoming Hayden Phoenix across the head with a right hand! Hayden stumbled backwards as Official Kraloso got in Edwards' face, all as Steen argued his client's approach, deeming it 'legal'. With Williams standing Hayden up, Williams would move Phoenix towards the turnbuckle and make the tag..

Len Ragatti: "Two quick tags already by these two!"

Tracy Race: "Richard Steen has these two firing on all cylinders.."

After the tag was made, Williams moved Hayden away from the turnbuckle and fired off a kick into Phoenix' ribs, taking him down to a knee-- Edwards climbed the turnbuckle and leaped off of it while Williams had Hayden's arm extended. Coming across of it with a double axe-handle smash, Phoenix let off a roar of pain as Williams left the ring and Edwards continued the assault. Moving to the center of the ring, Edwards stomped across of that same arm, making sure to target at his shoulder-

Tracy Race: "Looks like they're going after that arm, take away the lifting and striking ability and that takes away A LOT of his arsenal."

Len Ragatti: "Smart approach.. Very intelligent."

Firing another stomp, this time centered on the lower arm, Edwards reached down and pulled Phoenix by his hair up to a standing position and twisted Hayden's arm over his head- once he turned fully, he jumped up and down with JERKED at Hayden's arm, causing the man to shout off in pain, backing up, Edwards reached out as Williams tagged in, quickly getting into the ring, Williams backed up and hit the ropes- as he sprung forward, Phoenix fired off a quick kick to the gut of Williams which got the fans going-- all as before Edwards could do anything about what was happening, Hayden spun away from Joey and managed to lock Joey up from behind and snapped backwards dropping Edwards with a HUGE Russian Leg Sweep!

Len Ragatti: "HAYDEN'S MOUNTING A COMEBACK HERE!"

With Kraloso shouting at Edwards to get out of the ring, Hayden got to a knee and reached out to attempt a tag..

"PHOENIX! PHOENIX! PHOENIX!"

With the fans feeding Hayden to make a tag, Phoenix stood up and inched himself closer towards making a tag but before he could do so, Wayne Williams rushed that way and locked Hayden from behind with a rear waistlock.. looking for a possible German Suplex, Hayden hooked the leg before he could be lifted-

Tracy Race: "Nice block there.."

"HAYDEN!" stomp- stomp
"HAYDEN!" stomp- stomp
"HAYDEN!" stomp- stomp

Throwing a back elbow, it connected across the side of Williams' head as the grip loosened-- Williams ate ANOTHER elbow this time from Hayden all as on the outside, Ian Windermear was stomping his feet and reaching out as far as he could for a tag- as when Hayden went for a THIRD elbow, Wayne managed to duck beneath it and move to the front of Hayden with a underhook of sorts-- Williams showed some unorthodox offense as he fired away with trapping headbutts across of Hayden's face-- Williams' forehead smacked against Hayden's face a few times before he let go and let Phoenix crumble down to the mat- grabbing his face in pain of course. Once again Wayne Williams and Joey Edwards would play the 'hot tag' game with quick and frequent tags-- both men focused on the arm and knee that Edwards targeted earlier- the fans were beginning to let Edwards and Williams know exactly what they thought of the type of match that they were wrestling but they didn't care- it was an effective strategy. Ian Windermear was on the outside, shouting- clapping his hands- stomping his feet and pretty much doing whatever he could to get things to swing in his favor but Hayden was effectively cut off from that side of the ring. Williams would look to put the topping on things now..

Len Ragatti: "Have you seen a more dominate approach in recent tag team wrestling than this!?"

Whipping Hayden Phoenix into HIS [Williams'] turnbuckle, when Hayden bounced off of it- Williams fired forward and managed to connect with a HUGE clothesline that literally forced the air out of Hayden's body..

Tracy Race: "OUCH."

With Hayden stumbling forward- Williams threw a kick to the mid section but Hayden surprisingly enough caught it!

Len Ragatti: ".. a show of defense here from Hayden Phoenix.."

Hopping in his place with his leg caught by Phoenix, Williams suddenly tried to throw the OTHER leg across and out- aimed at Hayden's head..

Tracy Race: "Enziguri attempted.."

NO!

Hayden managed to duck beneath the attempt and when Williams hitting the mat face first, Steen sreamed and pleaded with him to get up before he lost control of the match and as Williams tried to regain his composure, Hayden shot up to his feet- blasted Williams across of the stomach with a quick knee and stepped over his head. With a double underhook fixed in, Hayden quickly lifted Williams OFF of his feet and spun him in air-- all as he planted Williams ACROSS of his [Hayden's] extended knee-

Tracy Race: "DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER!"

"HAYDEN! HAYDEN! HAYDEN!"

After using what he had left int he tank to complete that, Hayden crumbled to the mat and grabbed at his head in pain as that apparently used more energy than he thought it would. Turning over onto his stomach and fixed his attention onto Ian Windermear who was reaching for the tag again-- all as Hayden begun to scratch and crawl his way towards his partner. Williams too had the same idea as Williams was at the luxury of being closer to his corner than Hayden was, but that didn't stop him from trying. As Williams quickly jumped to his feet and slapped Joey Edwards' extended hand-- Hayden, using everything he had left after expelling a lot from that double underhook backbreaker jumped up to his feet, stretched his arm as far as it could go..

Len Ragatti: "C'MON KID! C'MON KID! MAKE THE TAG! MAKE THE TAG!"

The crowd was buzzing as Edwards jumped into the ring-- just as he reached at Hayden's leg to pull him back, Hayden dove forward and SMACKED Ian's right hand--

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Len Ragatti: "TAG! PHOENIX MADE THE TAG AND BOY, DOES WINDERMEAR LOOK FIRED UP OR WHAT!?"

The fans EXPLODED as Ian got into the ring like a bat out of hell. Drilling Joey Edwards with a HUGE clothesline-

Tracy Race: "HE JUST ATE HIS FOREARM!"

Ian made a bee-line straight for Wayne Williams who ducked beneath Ian's initial clothesline attempt and popped up- Ian turned and when Williams looked for a strike of his own, Ian hooked Williams' right arm and spun him around-- using that falling momentum, Williams fell down onto his back hard as Windermear connected with a HUGE spinning neckbreaker!

Len Ragatti: "HE'S ON FIRE!"

"WINDERMEAR! WINDERMEAR! WINDERMEAR!"

The fans was collectively in Rising Wind's corner, all as Ian pumped his arms in the air, to which the crowd gave another solid pop for. Williams had managed to tag Edwards in who had just regained some composure from the ferocious clothesline he took from Windermear and once again was whipped into the ropes-- as he came back, Windermear looked to repeat that clothesline attempt but Edwards ducked beneath it and leaped up ONTO the ropes-- Windermear followed as Edwards flipped OVER Windermear and as he fell downwards, he managed to lock his arm over Windermear's head and SNAPPED him back and down- hitting him with a HUGE Springboard Inverted DDT.

Tracy Race: "BEAUTIFUL EXECUTION BY JOEY EDWARDS!"

Len Ragatti: "Yes, indeed!"

As Edwards hooked the leg and tried for a pin attempt- Kraloso got into position to make the count..

ONE..

..

...

TWO!


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THRE- KICKOUT!

Tracy Race: "WOW, CLOSE! EXTREMELY.. EXTREMELY CLOSE!"

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Windermear got his shoulder off of the map at the last moment, all as Richard Steen argued about the 'slow count' to which Kraloso basically told him to go to hell. The match would continue at that same pace-- despite that fall that Windermear took, he'd fight he way back into things and would hit Joey Edwards with a few stiff right hands that would knock him back to his corner-- off a blind tag though, we might of saw the moment of the evening..

Len Ragatti: "LOOK AT WINDERMEAR GO!"

Right hand.. after right hand.. after right hand, Windermear was connecting and driving Joey Edwards back-- after the fourth big right hand, that sent Joey Edwards flying back into the ropes-- Wayne Williams would tag himself in on a blind tag as when Windermear tried to move forward to capitalize on the moment- Joey Edwards shot out of the corner-- ducked beneath that 'Eat my Forearm' clothesline and when Ian turned around..

"OoooooHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Len Ragatti: "OH.. MY.. GOD.. DID YOU HEAR THAT?!"

>THAAAACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK< was what it sounded like when Joey Edwards lifted his right foot off of the mat and SMACKED it into Windermear's jaw-- knocking Ian down upon impact..

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

With Ian down on the mat- Wayne Williams who made the blind tag, scaled the top rope and instead of using theatrics of any kind, leaped OFF of the top rope with CRAZY hangtime and connected with a PRETTY looking Frog Splash..

Tracy Race: "KICK OF LIFE INTO THE VICTORY DENIED?! WHAT TEAM WORK! A PLUS.. A PLUS!"

The SECOND Williams crashed across of Ian's fallen body, Edwards jumped towards Hayden and decked him across the head with a right hand that knocked him off of the apron, Williams hooked the leg as the fans jumped to their feet, all as Steen threw his right arm in the air with his index finger extended..

ONE!

Steen's middle finger shot up to join his index finger..

TWO!

Finally, Steen's ring finger looked to join the other two-

THR-

NO!

KICKOUT!

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

The fans were going NUTS now as before Kraloso's right hand could meet the mat for a third and final time, Hayden Phoenix leaped into the ring and jumped across of the pin, breaking it up. Joey Edwards stood Hayden up as both men were going shot for shot in the corrner-- Williams had stood Windermear up as well as both men were exchanging shots but Williams was gaining control of the matter..

Len Ragatti: "HAYDEN SAVED THE MATCH BUT NOW.. IT'S INSANITY! REFEREE VERONICA KRALOSO DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL TO DO!"

Tracy Race: "It's easy- LET THEM GO!"

She waved them off and stood aside to the delight of the fans as Steen was attempting to shout at her to get things going in HIS client's way, but she ignored him.

"KRALOSO ROCKS! KRALOSO ROCKS! KRALOSO ROCKS!"

Len Ragatti: "Well I think that's a first, even the REF is getting chants now!"

Hayden had managed to get the upper hand on Joey Edwards and with a quick right hand to the face, Edwards moved against the ropes as Hayden clotheslined him OUT of the ropes and over the top. Turning his attention towards Wayne Williams, Hayden turned him around and fired off a right hand, that knocked him into the ropes as Phoenix moved forward with the intent to hurt but before he could connect with whatever he had planned, Williams dropped to the mat and pulled the top rope down causing Hayden to spill over the top rope onto the apron. Williams stood up and turned towards Windermear who was getting to his feet but before he could shoot himself forward- Hayden reached out and shoved Williams from behind- when Williams turned he tried to throw a HUGE haymaker which Hayden ducked beneath and slammed his shoulder into Williams' gut, doubling him over--

Len Ragatti: "QUICK THINKING!"

As Williams dropped to a knee from the shot, Ian managed to get to his feet and quickly turned Williams around and stepped over his head. Heaving Williams off of his feet, and PLANTED him into the mat with that sitout powerbomb..

Tracy Race: "STOCK MARKET CRASH!"

Holding the pin in place, Kraloso got into position as Hayden leaped into the ring..

ONE!

..


...



TWO!


Edwards leaped onto the ring apron and jumped into the ring..

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BUT! But before Edwards could break the pin up, Hayden Phoenix SPEARED Edwards out of the air as Kraloso's right hand met the mat once more..


THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

Len Ragatti: "WHAT.. A.. FREAKIN.. MATCH!"

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

Rob Hendricks: "YOOOOURRRRRRR WINNNNNNNNNERSSSSS.. RIIIIIISSINNNNNNNNNNNGGG.. WIIIIIIINDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"

Tracy Race: "That.. That was pretty good."

"THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!"

The fans in the house was going CRAZY for that match, all as Ian and Hayden had rolled out of the ring and made their way up the aisle-- all as they smiled in victory. As 'Battle Born' continued to blare over the PA.. there was action down at ring side!

Len Ragatti: "A FAN IS JUMPING RICHARD STEEN! A FAN IS ATTACKING STEEN!"

Surely enough, the camera cut off of the victorious Rising Wind and to ring side where a man was beginning to hit shot after shot across of Richard Steen's head and body. It didn't take long for security to defuse the situation by dragging the man out of the area.

Len Ragatti: "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! GET THAT LUNATIC OUT OF HERE!

As the fans popped for apparently the crazed fan's 'snappage' and attack on Richard Steen, Steen was shouting all sorts of stuff at him, Wayne Williams was still laid out in the ring from that sitout powerbomb he took from Ian Windermear but Joey Edwards had gone to his manager's defense..

Tracy Race: "PANDEMONIUM!"

With that said.. the scene faded off from ringside to yet another sponsorship break-- definitely.. as Tracy Race put it.. PANDEMONIUM!

Scotty Addams vs. TJ Bryce

"LISTEN YOU IGNORANT AMERICANS, LISTEN SO YOU CAN ENJOY LIFE AS I DO!"

Returning off of the sponsorship break, we find ourselves at ring side where newcomer, TJ Bryce was standing in the ring- of course across his face was that cocky grin. The fans boo'd TJ out of the building, all as he enjoyed it. Gripping the microphone as he stood in the center of the ring, TJ raised the mic to his lips--

TJ Bryce: "You're all in a fairy-tale if you think that on MY debut night I'm allowing that commoner, Scotty Addams to beat me! Fat chance.. fat like his wife, Tani Lyons!"

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

TJ Bryce: "Let's not waste anymore of my valuable time though. Scotty, I'd suggest you find yourself to the ring before I'm forced to step behind that curtain and drag you out here and show everyone why I'm the Most Valuable Asset.. While you're just a low-class living son of a bitch."

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Before TJ could continue running Scotty Addams down on the mic, without a theme kicking over the PA, we saw The Platinum Innovator book it down the aisle and slid into the ring-- as he jumped up to his feet, TJ tried to fire off a right hand but Scotty blocked it and connected with one of his own-- TJ took the shot like a champ and returned fire, all as Scotty took THAT strike like a champ as well-

Len Ragatti: "THESE TWO ARE GOING BACK AND FORTH!"

Scotty would throw a right hand..

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!"

.. then TJ would return fire..

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Scotty would throw ANOTHER right that'd connect..

"OHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

TJ would stumble backwards and then fire himself forward while looking for a clothesline of sorts-- Scotty ducked beneath it and popped up behind TJ, leaping into the air, he pressed his knees across of TJ's back and yanked backwards- connecting with a slightly modified backstabber.

Tracy Race: "SCOTTY ADDAMS IS ON HIS GAME TONIGHT!"

"SCOTTY! SCOTTY! SCOTTY!"

TJ rolled out of the ring, all as Head Official Ralphy Wilson hit the ring-- he called for the bell as Scotty stood his ground in the ring, all as he called for TJ to get back into the ring..

Tracy Race: "I've never seen Addams this fired up!"

"SCOTTY! SCOTTY! SCOTTY!"

Outside of the ring, TJ was having a moment attempting to rip his 'BRYCE INDUSTRIES' shirt off of his back. Seeming as if it was stuck trying to come over his head, TJ would finally manage to get it off of there, all as TJ threw the shirt into the ring as Scotty knocked it down before it could hit him.

"LET'S GO SCOTTY, LET'S GO!" stomp- stomp
"LET'S GO SCOTTY, LET'S GO!" stomp- stomp
"LET'S GO SCOTTY, LET'S GO!" stomp- stomp

Picking up the microphone that TJ was using to run him down earlier, Scotty moved closer towards the ropes that faced TJ as he stood on the mat shouting up at Scotty- Addams would raise the microphone up to his lips and point in TJ's direction-

Scotty Addams: "Are you going to stand there or get in the ring so I can kick your Maple Leaf lovin' ass allllllll the way back over to the 51st State?!"

Len Ragatti: "Oh.. WOW!"

"CANADA SUCKS! CANADA SUCKS! CANADA SUCKS!"

Teej was shouting at the crowd-- all as a stagehand managed to get around the ring and handed a microphone off in his direction-

TJ Bryce: "WHY YOU- YOU- YOU DISRESPECTFUL, ARROGANT BASTARD! 51ST STATE?! THE GREATEST COUNTRY ON EARTH, CANADA- OWNSSSSS AMERICA!"

"GO BACK TO CANADA!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"GO BACK TO CANADA!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"GO BACK TO CANADA!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Taken back by the crowd's chant, Teej brought the microphone back to his lips as he sneered-

TJ Bryce: "UNIVERSAL HEALTH-CARE, OHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

TJ Bryce: "That's right-- UNIVERSAL. A word that you STUPID-ASS Americans CAN'T spell! Four syllables, anything over 3 and your minds explode because you're LAZY!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Scotty Addams: "Teej.. Teej.. Look buddy, are you going to get in the ring- or are you going to stand there and talk?"

TJ Bryce: "I don't answer to anyone!"

Scotty Addams: "Ralphy-- start the count!"

Len Ragatti: "Scotty is instructing Head Official Ralphy Wilson to start the mandatory 10 count!"

ONE!

TJ Bryce: "NO-ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO!"

TWO!

TJ Bryce: "ESPECIALLY NOT AN AMERICAN!"

THREE!

Len Ragatti: "I- I think TJ Bryce is INSULTED that Scotty Addams is telling him what to do!"

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Teej had NO intent on getting into the ring from the looks of things, all as he continued to back up the aisle--

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TJ Bryce: "I DON'T NEED THIS CRAP, GO SCREW YOURSELVES!"

TEN!

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "Your winnnnnnnnnerr.. by countout.. SCCCCCOTTTTTTTTYYYYY.. ADDDDDDAMMMMMMMMSSSSSSS!"

Throwing his arm into the air as he carried that cocky smirk across his face- Scotty nodded all as the fans was cheering in his direction. At this point, TJ had waved off the crowd and disappeared behind the curtain that separated the front from the back.. all as the camera fixed in on Scotty Addams who stood in the ring with the mic still in his hands.

Scotty Addams: "At Friday the 20th.. I was jumped by a man that I once considered a dear friend of mine. A man who I traveled up and down the road with-- capturing tag titles after tag titles. This guy-- he cost me a match against Joey Edwards-- and I'm not over that yet.."

"SCOTTY! SCOTTY! SCOTTY!"

Scotty Addams: "I was told that the only way we could get over this-- the only way we could properly close out this chapter-- was by ME REQUESTING a match because of his track-record, because of how spotty it is. So.. I thought about it..I thought about everything-- and yeah, I accidently let it slip this past week during one of my promos because boys and girls.. you don't know how badly I want to get my hands across his throat and STRANGLE him. I want to HURT him.. I want to PUNISH him. I'm TIRED of Zarek Lyle-- so let's make this official.. I.. Scotty Addams DOES IN FACT REQUEST a match with Zarek Lyle-- not two.. not three, not four, five or six.. ONE.."

Holding up his index finger to illustrate his point, Scotty continued.

Scotty Addams: "One match to end an era- The era of where The New Revolution DOMINATED. I'm over it, I've grown over that.. but Zarek apparently.. hasn't. So there you go Zarek.. One match.. ONE MATCH and we're over- we're THROUGH. There won't be another, not because I think you suck, because I know how damned good you are. But one match only.. because we both would be clawing at each other's throats if this goes on any longer- if you agree to this.. if you agree to.. ONE.. MORE.. MATCH, we'll do this.. The ball? It's in YOUR court now."

Dropping the mic, Scotty nodded as the camera zoomed in on his face-- as the theme kicked in over the PA- Scotty worded into the camera "One Match, Zarek, One Match Only" as he smiled and turned his attention off of it and back to the crowd. Throwing his arms into the air, Scott received another solid pop and he's quickly become one of the hottest names in LEGACY--

Biehn/Decaine segment

all as the camera cut backstage again.. we're back at the divide of the locker-room. Bison was still standing guard-- this time there was no Rebecca Bradley to try and get a word though.. Instead, things seemed calm-- that was as popping his head out of the door, we see Decaine who looked TOTALLY paranoid about something. Once he spotted the camera, Decaine put that evil smirk across his face and stepped out from behind the door and took a few steps towards the gate that kept him safe-- of course, Bison did the same.

Decaine: "I understand LEGACY Wrestling is requesting words.. they expect The Clientele to answer questions. Why? Why do you need answers? Why aren't you satisfied knowing that I've single-handedly comprised the greatest assembly of talent.. ever. I've got 'The Emerald' Drew Stevenson, a man who has seen his name on the marquee more than the likes of legendary performers like James Brown and Michael Jackson. Drew Stevenson- a man who has changed the face of professional wrestling as we know it! I've also brought LEGACY Wrestling 'The Next Wave' the leader of 'The Digital Reich' in Drexel! Of course, the only man.. man enough to be the one man vanguard- Bison completes my trifecta! What more do you need to know!?"

Allowing a second to pass, Decaine shrugged and continued.

Decaine: "Maybe you're interested in knowing why I'm such a successful business-man? Or.. Why I have the knack to assemble such talent? I- It.. What.. the.. hell.. DO YOU WANT?!"

The expression across Decaine's face turned from cocky to concerned as the camera suddenly panned out to show Stan Biehn standing near the gate, of course Bison was in front of him, huffing like a bull that was going to gore someone. Biehn scoffed at Bison and looked in Decaine's direction.

Stan Biehn: "Hidin' behind gates and guys?! C'mon Talen, i thought you've matured by now!"

Decaine: "You're lucky I'm standing behind this gate or else I'd slap the lisp from your mouth."

Stan Biehn: "Still the big talker I see, that's fine and dandy! I'm just here to tell you and your 'clientele' that this.."

Reaching out to grab the chain-link that comprised the fence, before Biehn could grab it though- Bison slapped Biehn's hand out of the way.

Stan Biehn: "Whoa now Bull Hurley, calm yourself. No need to protect your master from this ol' man.."

Bison: ".. Decaine.."

Bison was beginning to grow tired of Biehn's words as when he said Decaine's name, it came across more of a growl than anything..

Stan Biehn: ".. now, now. Wouldn't want that big ol' vein to pop in that noggin' of yours. I just wanted to tell you guys that my boys.. The Samoan Suicide Squad, they're lookin' awfully forward to gettin' a chance to throw down! I can't keep them back forever Talen, eventually they're gonna come lookin' for you boys.. and what happens.. well.. it happens."

With a shrug, Biehn chuckled as moving from the door-way now, we see Drew Stevenson who was dressed for the occasion. In a black suit with a emerald green colored dress shirt beneath, Drew leaned himself up against the gate and smirked in Biehn's direction.

Drew Stevenson: "Look.. We can talk all day, or we can do what we're paid to do- me of course, a lot more handsomely than you and your two inbred chihuahuas."

Stan Biehn: "Name the place and time friend, we'll be there."

Drew Stevenson: "I'll think about it. Like I told that face-eating imbecile, I don't just compete for the sake of competing. You need to EARN your shot against me and so far? All.. 'Antivenom' and 'The Scar' has earned is a bunch of laughs with how 'scary' they're trying to be. They're such badasses that they can't even approach us on their own!? They're sending YOU of all people!?"

Decaine: "I concur!"

Stan Biehn: "Oh, you concur? Then why don't you turn around..?"

Decaine's eyes went WIDE as the camera stepped off to the side and somehow.. someway.. The Samoan Suicide Squad managed to get BEHIND the gate and was standing in the distance. Decaine begun to panic as The Scar sprinted forward and it just so happened that Drexel stepped out of the doorway to eat a HUGE spear that broke through the fence!

Decaine: "ASSAULT! THIS IS ASSAULT!"

Drew didn't back down-- he just didn't bother fighting. Instead, he shoved Bison forward as he and Decaine got out of the area, Bison charged at Antivenom as the heavy-set Samoan threw a CRAZY clothesline that knocked Bison down. As The Scar and Drexel was going shot for shot, Antivenom and Bison was following suit.. the camera cut off of that fight to Decaine and Drew booking it to the parking lot.. but before they could make their way out of the area--..

"WHOA MATE!"

.. the camera caught a glimpse of Johnny Bonecrusher and his boy, Adrian.. Abernathy.. Gates. Decaine pointed at JBC-

Decaine: "NO TIME FOR THIS RIGHT NOW!"

JBC: "I'd suggest you make time for the man.. AAAADRIAAAN.. ABBBBERNAAAATHY.. GAAAAATESSSSS! The man SO bad that NOBODY wanted to answer his open challenge!"

Hearing enough of it [as short of an exchange that it was] Drew got into AAG's face and shook his head.

Drew Stevenson: "I'm telling you, you don't want a part of this. Go do a pub crawl, go watch soccer- sip some tea and eat some crumplets, I'll deal with you when I need to."

From the distance, Biehn's unmistakable voice sounded out..

Stan Biehn: "I FOUND'EM! I FOUND THEM!"

Decaine BOLTED-- as Drew followed. The two disappeared outside of a door, all as the camera returned back to Bonecrusher and AAG, as Bonecrusher nodded.

JBC: "Looks like we got their attention, huh big man!?"

AAG didn't reply, he just gave his manager a smirk and a wink, all as Biehn came storming by-- looked in JBC and AAG's direction before continuing forward.. not too far behind was The Scar first-- then Antivenom all as both men looked PUMPED and wanted to continue the fighting, all as they disappeared attempting to catch up with Biehn who was hot on Decaine and Drew's tail.. all as the camera cut from those two.. off to another sponsorship break..

WASTE Segment

"Who's the best she asked. What would happen if we all decided to engage in combat she asked."

Cameron Kaiser- who's voice was a bit muffled from the plague mask he wore sounded.. to his side of course, was The Lady of Babylon. A wider shot of the scene would show Aiden Marx behind his black shades and goatee- Angelica Night who was wearing an outfit that matched Marx' trunks and of course.. Matt Ward. WASTE, as they've become to be known looked on..

Cameron Kaiser: "I know that the lack of I, your savior hurts. I know that you spent your last nickle and dime to pay to see a show headlined by I, but LEGACY refused. They felt that I deserved time off and why? Because of how we have ran through this promotion like the plague?"

Pausing, Cam tilted his head back as Aiden chuckled.

Aiden Marx: "They probably wanted to give the other guys a chance, but why WASTE our time? If they don't know it by now.. they'll never figure it out and it's pretty pathetic. Tonight will be just another example of how good-- how damn good we are and we won't even need to try very hard against Kevin Moss and Joe Cooper. Two nobodies that don't belong shining our boots let alone sharing the ring with the hottest thing going today. If after tonight though you still don't see what we are.. I don't know how much more obvious we can make it that.."

The camera fixed in on Cam's face-

Cameron Kaiser: "We.. Are"

Switching off to Aiden, he nodded-

Aiden Marx: "Superior.. To.."

Finally, the camera fixed in on the face of the ever-intense Matt Ward as he took a few deep breathes, he spoke as well..

Matt Ward: ".. Everyone."

Ward didn't shout.. he actually was calm.. as calm as a bomb. WASTE stood there, basking in the badassness that they've developed since LEGACY's inception, all as the camera faded off..

Bauer/Schneider Segment

and picked up once again in another section of the back- this time we get to see Peter Bauer and of course, 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider. Schneider was taking his special guest referee job very seriously as he didn't just have the trademark black and white stripes but he PAINTED it onto his body.

Peter Bauer: "Remember what we talked about Maxwell, do your job- call it right down the middle!"

Maxwell Schneider: "Of course! Just because that stinkin' Joe Cooper thought he'd invade my space and try to get in my head doesn't mean I won't!"

Peter Bauer: "Excellent. We need to show the locker-room that were fair!"

"BAUER YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

The door to Bauer's office flew open as stepping in, we see Matt Matlock. In his right hand, a monkey wrench-- HIS monkey wrench that he's used time and time again as an equalizer. Schneider stepped in front of Bauer as Matlock tilted his head back and smirked.

Matlock: "Don't they make shirts your size?"

Peter Bauer: ".. What do you want Matlock?"

Matlock: "One simple request-- I see that Silas Romero picked up another win, interestingly enough he didn't need to CHEAT to do it this time. So I figured that I'd try and take the normal approach and come to you before I acted out on a whole bunch of frustration that's built up from having that fairy dance around calling himself The Supreme Knockout.. 'cause I've got something that can easily supremely knock someone out.."

Holding up the monkey wrench, Bauer's eyes got wide as Schneider just glared in Matlock's direction.

Matlock: "Step one- I ask you for a rematch with Romero because I know I can beat that bastard."

Peter Bauer: "No."

Matlock: "No? Well, step two is I go find Silas Romero and I INTRODUCE HIM TO MISTER MONKEY WRENCH!"

No-one ever confused Matlock with being sane, well.. not as INSANE as Maxwell Schneider, but Matlock was off the rails as well. Turning and about to leave the office, before he could fully disappear, Bauer called out to him causing Matlock to stop in his tracks and turn around slowly.

Peter Bauer: "MATLOCK! Matlock, no.. because I feel that you need to prove you're ready to get into the ring with Romero. All you've shown us since you've come back is that you're eager to get beat up time and time again, I can't have that.. it makes me look bad. So I'll tell you what- next week.. You'll take on Ryan Hawkins.. If you beat him, you've got a shot at Romero."

Matlock: "Simple enough.. But one question.. Who the hell is Ryan Hawkins?!"

Peter Bauer: "I'd suggest you find out if you're eager to get a shot at Romero.. Now please, your body odor is nauseating- take a shower and study up-- no more chances if you aren't able to pull this off-- you can go wither away somewhere for all I care."

Matlock: "I'll do that. By the way, I didn't think Schneider was the catcher in your relationship.. guess you learn something new everyday!"

Maxwell Schneider: "WHAT'D YOU SAY!?"

With a laugh, Matlock left the office.. knowing what he had to do. Schneider grabbed at his bushy hair and begun to pull at it.. all as Bauer attempted to calm him down.

Peter Bauer: "Don't let that toothless Canuck bother you, he thinks this is still 2006. Do your job, officiate WASTE versus Cooper and Moss.. and when that's done, I'll make the announcement that'll rattle LEGACY Wrestling to it's core.. to it's freakin' core!"

Cocking his head back, Bauer popped his chin into the air as if he was on the verge of releasing a multi-million dollar movie or something.. all as the scene closed out.

WASTE w/ Angelica Night vs. Kevin Moss & Joe Cooper with 'Perfectly Sane' Maxwell Schneider as Special Guest Referee

It was a strange match up, especially with the crazy man Maxwell Schneider in order of calling the match down the middle.. because Maxwell Schneider didn't have a center. The guy was all over the place-- it'd make for some compelling stuff. With Marx and Moss instantly going at it in the center of the ring, Schneider backed himself into the corner and didn't seem to care about the punches being thrown. The crowd got into it, actually backing Marx here- Moss tried to rely on that strong striking background he touted but Marx seemed to have his number as he drove him to the turnbuckle. With Moss reeling early on, Aiden stepped back and fired himself forward- Moss moved out of the corner JUST at the right moment allowing Aiden to actually hop ONTO the second rope- when Moss turned around Marx connected with a springboard back elbow which caused Moss' head to snap back in the process with some crazy whiplash. As Moss hit the mat hard, Marx chuckled at his actions and casually tagged Matt Ward in, and Ward moved like a monster. Cracking Moss across the head with a HUGE closed right hand, Moss' head snapped off to the side as Matt grabbed at his wrist and irish-whipped him into the ropes- as Moss hit it, Matt threw himself into the opposite side ropes..

Len Ragatti: "Doesn't Matt Ward just REEK of intensity?!"

Tracy Race: "He does, he's got the size to be a force but he needs to put together mentally-- until that, he won't get to where he CAN be."

As Kevin Moss hit the ropes, Matt backed up and bounced off of the opposite side and with CRAZY impact stormed forward, threw himself FORWARD and across of Kevin Moss who had a much smaller frame-- about fifty pounds or so-- and connected with a WICKED looking crossbody that once again caused Moss' head and body to whip in a sick manner.

Len Ragatti: "Geez, WHAT a cross-body!"

Tracy Race: "I've got it on good authority that Ward likes to call that The Windy City Crush.."

That definitely looked insane as Ward made the cover without making the cover--

ONE..

TWO..

KICKOUT!

Moss' shoulder popped off of the mat before Special Guest Ref Schneider could finish the count. Ward would continue that impressive showing and would show why exactly he was WASTE's enforcer as each time he connected with a slam or strike, there was something extra behind it. Standing Moss up, Ward, despite being a crazy brawler showed a trace of technical skill and pulled off a simple snapmare takeover-- with Moss landing on his behind, Ward AGAIN backed into the ropes- as he sprung forward, he threw himself backwards while throwing his right leg out-- the sole of his foot SLAMMED across of Moss' face with INSANE impact as the crowd seemed to be LOVING this display of brutality. As Ward got back to his feet, he tagged in Aiden Marx who-- showing just how good he was-- dragged Kevin Moss over towards his [Moss'] corner and ALLOWED Kevin Moss to make a tag, bringing Joe Cooper in. Cooper and Marx would lock up in the center of the ring, Cooper showed that technical wrestling skill and took Marx over with a quick side headlock take down. Marx jumped to his feet as Cooper did the same- Cooper would take Marx down with a standing dropkick which caused Aiden to roll out of the ring and slap his hands on the apron as Angelica quickly stepped behind her man and begun to rub his shoulders all in a manner to get him to chill. Finally Aiden got back into the ring and once again tried to lock up with Cooper again, that's as Joe tried for another side headlock take-down but Aiden managed to hook his arm around the top rope before Joe was successful- letting go of the lock, Joe managed to connect with a kick to the side of Aiden's right leg which connected which dropped Aiden to a knee-- as quickly as Aiden was down, Joe locked Aiden in a 3/4 Neckbreaker position and before he could land-- Aiden yanked himself with the ropes again, breaking the lock. As Aiden ducked himself under the bottom rope-- Joe looked on to Schneider to count which.. he didn't but being a man of honor, Joe backed up.

"LET'S GO JOE! LET'S GO JOE! LET'S GO JOE!"

Len Ragatti: "Obviously as popular as WASTE has become, Joe Cooper is getting some love from the fans here tonight! And odd as it may seem.. Schneider thus far has been totally down the middle! As impartial as possible!"

Tracy Race: "It's still early."

Shaking his right hand and loosening up, Cooper kept his eye on Aiden Marx as Schneider who was getting tired of the stall tactics and was a man of action shouted at Aiden to get going-- which of course happened. Aiden feinted a step forward which Joe, being the technical wrestler he is reacted to it and allowed Aiden to follow that up with a quick right hand which snapped Joe's head backwards- as Joe tried to throw a right of his own, Aiden blocked it and followed it up with a kick to the midsection which doubled Cooper over-- stepping over Joe's head, Aiden pinned BOTH arms behind Joe's back in the form of a double hammerlock and squatted a bit to grab hold of Cooper's thighs-- lifting Cooper in package piledriver style, Marx managed to get Cooper INTO the air and crushed him over his right knee--

Tracy Race: "Sick!"

Len Ragatti: "What a crushing blow by Aiden Marx there! That's DEFINITELY not something you see every day!'

More impressive was that Aiden did that in ONE fluid motion. Nonetheless, As Aiden continued the assault, he fired off a few kicks and stomps at Cooper's head, Joe was smart and covered up and blocked the most of it. Picking Joe up, Marx dragged him into his corner where he tagged in Matt Ward who AGAIN went to work. Scooping Joe Cooper onto his shoulder, Matt tried to sprint forward and plant Cooper down into the mat with a running powerslam but at the LAST minute to the delight of the crowd, Cooper managed to get out of it-- sending Ward into the turnbuckle-- Matt managed to catch himself before hitting it full blast.. but Cooper was on his game. Charging forward, Joe threw himself backwards and fired off a dropkick ACROSS the low of the back of Matt Ward which sent Matt into the turnbuckle chest first.. After bouncing off of it, Cooper got back to his feet and hit the ropes again-- Matt stumbled into the center of the ring and as Joe came off of the ropes, he leaped into the air and looked for a jumping DDT of sorts-- but before Joe could pull his momentum down totally, Matt blocked the DDT-- instead, Ward threw Cooper forward, Joe landed on his feet and charged forward again-- Matt tried to do the same but Joe would duck beneath a clothesline attempt..

Len Ragatti: "LOOK AT JOE COOPER GO! THIS LITTLE GUY DOESN'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP!"

Tracy Race: "He's like The Energizer Bunny!"

Matt threw a CRAZY looking lariat which had A LOT behind it but Joe's short stature allowed him to duck beneath it. As Joe popped up, he scaled the second rope and turned around-- before Matt could turn around, Joe leaped forward-- threw himself backwards and BOTH of his knees placed against Ward's back as Cooper SNAPPED backwards which caused Matt to leave his feet and fall backwards across of Joe's bent knees-

Len Ragatti: "COOPER IS LOOKING GOOD HERE!"

As Matt rolled off of Cooper's knees while holding his back in pain, Joe rolled over and made the cover over Matt.. all as Schneider CASUALLY moved to the area-- took his time checking Matt's shoulders to make sure the pin was legal and legitimate and got down to a knee-- then both and raised his arm in the air..

ON- KICKOUT!

Before Maxwell's hand could meet the mat, Ward's shoulder popped off of the mat-- Cooper didn't look too happy with what just went on.

Len Ragatti: ".. couldn't have Schneider have made that ANY more obvious?!"

Tracy Race: "Hey now-- do you want another Matlock walking around complaining about technicalities!? We've gotta deal with him talking about the 'cheap' win Romero has over him-- Maxwell Schneider was just following rules and making sure that Ward's shoulders was down!"

Len Ragatti: "Did he need to take THAT long?"

Tracy Race: "If you're following the rules, you bet he does! Officials these days are lazy!"

As Cooper pushed himself to his feet.. the fans let Maxwell hear it now..

"SCHNEIDER SUCKS! SCHNEIDER SUCKS! SCHNEIDER SUCKS!"

Cooper moved to Schneider-- all as the little man begun to shout at the bigger man-- Schneider tapped at his chest, which was painted black and white with stripes to emulate a ref shirt, all as Cooper took his eye off the target for a second JUST too long, which allowed Matt Ward to clobber him from behind with a huge forearm. As Cooper stumbled forward, Matt spun him around and whipped him into the corner-- as Cooper hit it, Matt charged forward and with quite amount of power, Matt SMASHED Cooper with a running charge, all as Cooper quickly hit the mat- the only reason he was still able to be sitting up was because of the angle his body was which allowed his head to rest against the turnbuckle. Moving backwards, Ward charged forward again, this time from the side and planted his foot across of Cooper's face, this time following through his his WHOLE leg as Joe's head turned to the side from the impact. Ward wiped away a trace of sweat that dropped off of his brow, all as he tagged in Aiden Marx.. Marx managed to reach Joe Cooper as he got to a knee, when Aiden reached down to grab hold of Cooper's head, Cooper fired off an elbow that connected across of Aiden's mid-section- the crowd jumped to their feet, obviously appreciating Cooper's style as Marx got hit with yet ANOTHER elbow to the gut-- standing up, Marx ate a right hand all as he stumbled backwards, Cooper threw himself backwards and managed to tag in Kevin Moss-- Moss sprung forward and looked for a spinning elbow- not as Aiden ducked beneath it allowing Ward to jump into the ring and turned him INSIDE OUT with a STIFF lariat. As Moss went down, Cooper rolled to the outside-- all as Ward dropped down to the floor as well and begun to exchange shots with him-- Cooper threw a punch as well as he could take one, but it didn't take long for The Second City Warrior to gain an advantage and picked Cooper up-- dropping him across his throat over the barricade, Cooper hit it and jumped backwards, all as he grabbed his throat in pain.. as Moss recovered from the lariat he took a bit earlier- Aiden Marx was kneeled in the corner.. all as when Moss got to his feet and turned..

Len Ragatti: "Matt Ward doing what he does best.. taking an opponent out on the outside!"

Tracy Race: "As much heart as Joe Cooper showed here, it's hard to compensate for pretty much being out there alone.."

Len Ragatti: "But he's not Tracy, Kevin is there!"

Tracy Race: "Sure, in the physical sense.. Not so much in the mental sense.."

As Kevin slowly got himself stable and back to his feet, he was REALLY dazed from that crazy lariat Ward him with earlier as he turned around-- Marx sprinted across of the ring and leaped into the air as he threw his right knee out-- once the knee made contact after Marx threw it with SCARY power-- it SMACKED off of Moss' face as Marx landed on his back. Making the cover-- Schneider dropped into position..

Len Ragatti: "WHAT A KNEE! I THINK HE KNOCKED KEVIN MOSS OUT COLD!"

Tracy Race: "MARX MADE MOSS TASTE THE PAIN!"

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

ONE..

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TWO..

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THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "Your winnnnnnnnnerssss.. WAAAAASTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

As Marx, Ward and Night got out of the area-- it was almost like the bell ticked something off in Sane's head as he reached down with both hands and grabbed hold of Kevin Moss' head and lifted him up with utter ease-- squeezing at Moss' head with a two handed claw-hold, Moss roared in pain as Schneider didn't stop applying pressure. Lifting Moss OFF of his feet with the claw hold still intact, he planted the mat flat with it, all as the crowd let off a light round of boos..

Len Ragatti: "OH COME ON SCHNEIDER! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!"

With Moss nearly convulsing from having his head nearly crushed, Schneider reached down to pick him up again- this time looking to END the story.. but before he could- to the crowd's roar, Joe Cooper got back into the ring!

Len Ragatti: "COOPER IS BACK IN IT!"

Firing off a kick to the side of Schneider's left leg, 'Perfectly Sane' got down to a knee after taking it-- Cooper hit the ropes and tried to fire himself forward but before he could connect with whatever he had planned, Schneider popped up from his place and managed to scoop Cooper off of his feet in the form of a powerslam-- with him still in that position, Schneider sprinted to the turnbuckle-- hit Cooper's back off of it and used that momentum to turn around, leaped into the air and PLANTED Cooper with an Oklahoma Stampede!

Tracy Race: "THE KAY- WHY- DEE!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

The crowd was definitely letting Schneider hear it now, all as he stood in the center of the ring-- looking down at both men he put down and smiled.. all as the crowd continued to chant again him with the scene slowly fading out..

Len Ragatti: "This guy should be in a damn straitjacket! Bauer letting him run around and assault the roster is NOT a good look for LEGACY!"

Schneider/Bauer in ring segment

With Joe Cooper and Kevin Moss having to be scraped off of the mat after Maxwell Schneider was finished with them, he had managed to rip the microphone away from Rob Hendricks and as he continued to give the camera that crazy stare, he lifted it to his lips--

Maxwell Schneider: "Now that we have your attention, you should stand out of stinkin' respect for the one and only; Peter.. BAUER!"

Anarchy Club - King of Everything

A song that properly fit how Bauer felt about himself "The King of Everything" sounded, all as moving through the curtain and instantaneously got an AMAZING round of boos. Bauer didn't let that stop him though, with a nod- Bauer blew kisses to the crowd and continued forward, all as he reached the ring and ORDERED Rob Hendricks to open the ropes for him, which allowed him to step into the ring. As Bauer spun around with his arms extended as if he was an gold medalist all as the fans continued to boo his way. With the theme cutting off of the PA, Bauer was handed the mic from Schneider, all as he allowed the fans to have their moment with their little chants..

"BAUER SUCKS!"
"YOU'RE A PUSSY!"
"BAUER SUCKS!"
"YOU'RE A PUSSY!"
"BAUER SUCKS!"
"YOU'RE A PUSSY!"

Peter Bauer: "If I'm able to be serious for a minute.."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Peter Bauer: "I SAID IF I COULD BE SERIOUS FOR A MINUTE.."

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Peter Bauer: ".. I SAID IF COULD BE SERIOUS FOR A MINUTE!"

The fans knowing that they won the first round of the battle broke into a round of applause, all as Bauer nodded.

Peter Bauer: ".. thank you."

"YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!" stomp, stomp- clap, clap
"YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!" stomp, stomp- clap, clap
"YOU'RE NOT WELCOME!" stomp, stomp- clap, clap

Peter Bauer: ".. right. Now then.. It's been brought to my attention that the one thing that LEGACY Wrestling is lacking, is championship pedigree. Sure, we've got the single best technical wrestler in the WORLD in 'The Emerald' Drew Stevenson whooooooooooo just so happens to be a close, personal friend of mine, we hang out all the time. We're constantly poppin' bubbly in clubs, we're partying in Hollywood with A List celebrities, we live the life! But.. Because the fans are so stupid-- aye- kay- aye; YOU PEOPLE!"

Bauer shouted that into the mic which drew another loud round of boos..

Peter Bauer: "I've been informed that we need to dumb down our product and actually introduce.. championships."

"YEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Peter Bauer: ".. I don't know why we need champions and championships, is there any doubt who the greatest power in LEGACY Wrestling is?! I mean seriously, is there even a conversation!? Silas Romero!? He's the greatest!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Peter Bauer: "Boo!? No Casper, Wendy the Witch isn't home right now! Don't 'boo' someone like Romero who's proved time and time again that he's the single GREATEST talent in LEGACY, and it's all because I spotted him! I signed him, I brought him into the fold.. So Carson, California.. Two words to properly describe how I feel right now.."

Moving closer towards the ropes, Bauer held the mic up to his lips and cut that arrogant, jerk-like smirk of his..

Peter Bauer: "YOU'RE WELCOME!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Peter Bauer: "But.. Because they're afraid of 'bias' I need to do things the right way.. the wrong way if you ask me. Who better to evaluate talent than me!? Who knows this roster better than Peter.. Bauer?! THAN THE BRASS?!"

A random fan in the front row shouted "NO ONE" which caught Petey's attention as he pointed at the fan and nodded.

Peter Bauer: "Marky McFatsauce right there is right.. NO ONE! But instead, we need to take the difficult route here.. so here we go.. At the next show which I'm sure you people will love and adore, not one but TWO championship tournaments will kick off. Both will be single elimination-- all together BOTH tournaments will feature four matches for the first round.. the first championship to be OFFICIALLY announced?! The LEGACY Wrestling.. TAG.. TEAM.. CHAMPIONSHIPS!"

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Allowing the moment to sink in for a second, Bauer nodded as he continued.

Peter Bauer: "A random drawing will be done that will announce the competitors, as we've got a list of teams who's interested in undertaking in the task of capturing the LEGACY Wrestling Tag Team Championships! I'm not yet at liberty to break news on the names.. but there's talent lined up,"

Sudden chants of "WASTE" broke out through the arena, especially after that showing earlier. Bauer paused for a brief second and then continued.

Peter Bauer: "The other championship.. It's a different approach, I must admit. See, a lot of people take for granted what being a professional wrestler means-- they forgot that before the glitz and glamour, you needed to be a tough guy-- so this championship?! A brainchild of Peter Bauer INC.. I like to call the LEGACY Wrestling CLASSIC Championship! I know.. I know, how awesome is that- right!? To ensure that the Classic Championship and LEGACY Heavyweight Championship are two different beasts.. The Classic Championship has a few very strict rules. Rule Number one!? The championship will be defended on EVERY show! Rain- Shine- Sick-- I don't care, if you're the Classic Champion, you're an ironman and you're representing the company that I'VE BUILT off of my blood, sweat and tears! Rule Number Two!? To test how good you REALLY are-- Matches have a 10 Minute Time Limit-- no more. The champion will retain the title, no ands, ifs or buts. Rule Number Three.. and the last of'em, a rule I personally love.. After 10 successful title defenses-- the champion will have the opportunity to challenge for the LEGACY Heavyweight Championship upon giving LEGACY Officials notice ahead of time. Notice.. That the challenger doesn't need to give the CHAMPION any notice of ahead of time-- just me, and me only. Isn't that a kick in the ass?!"

The crowd was giving it up for Peter Bauer, he had come through with those BIG announcements LEGACY had promised earlier in the week.

Peter Bauer: "And lastly.. the biggest announcement of them all.."

"WE WANT A CHAMPION!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap
"WE WANT A CHAMPION!" clap, clap- clap, clap- clap
"WE WANT A CHAMPION!" clap, clap- clap, clap, clap

Peter Bauer: "You want a champion!? You just found out you're gonna get champions, a tag team champion and a Classic Champion! The hell more do you want!?"

"HEAVYWEIGHT! HEAVYWEIGHT! HEAVYWEIGHT!"

Peter Bauer: "Ohhh, I see. So you want an announcement on the LEGACY Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!?"

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Peter Bauer: ".. nah."

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Peter Bauer: "HOW RUDE ARE YOU PEOPLE! I give you what you want-- and you continue to boo and interrupt me!? Ungrateful! I feel like.. I feel like not even filling you people in on the third part of the HUUUUGE announcement that I was going to make.. But you know what? I forgive you. I forgive all of you.. and because I forgive all of you.. I saved the BEST announcement for last. That announcement being.. On August 9th, 2014.. Due to a musical festival stealing away our time here in this crappy arena.."

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Peter Bauer: "In seventeen days, two weeks and a half-- the inaugural.. PETER.. BAUER TRIBUTE SHOW" will take place!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Peter Bauer: "On a night where we'll find out WHO EXACTLY is going to move into the next round of the respected tournaments, we're going to have a night long celebration.. fo-"

"Hey.. HEY! Bauer, yeah- BAUER! Up here!"

The crowd ROARED to life now, as on the big screen- we saw the very reclusive owner.. King Treborn, King didn't interject himself into business matters as if he felt he hired Bauer for a reason and he'd let Bauer do his job.. But for King to appear.. uh oh.. Bauer's face had TOTALLY changed though, he no longer carried that cockiness that had become a staple in his personality.. all as King nodded with a smile across his face, The fans in attendance, they LOVED the sight of King though..

King Treborn: "I should really kill your 'tribute show' idea before it can get off of the ground.. But I won't. I think you've done a good job so far, so I'll tell you what. Have your show, name it after yourself.. but take this into consideration. I've been watching and I've seen the little stunts you wanna pull- how you're putting people at disadvantages. How you've teased the fans..and that's gone on for long enough Bauer! And because of that? I'M going to be at the next show and I'M personally going to make an announcement regarding the LEGACY Heavyweight Championship!"

The fans POPPED like there was no tomorrow after King made that announcement, all as Bauer chuckled in a nervous manner.

Peter Bauer: "Mister Treborn.. Sir, I assure you, that's not needed.."

King Treborn: "Oh it's needed and it's happening. I'll be sure to stick around during the show to make sure that things go smooth as well. I'll see you on the 9th."

"KING! KING! KING!"

Bauer watched as the screen faded.. all as he dropped the mic like a defeated man, all as he looked in Schneider's direction as the crowd's deafening chants of 'KING' continued to boom, that was a a reminder that the BOSS was going to be in attendance at the next show so Bauer's little stunts.. It wouldn't go over too well then.. Just as Bauer thought things couldn't get any worst-- "My England" by Lady Sovereign BLASTED over the PA-- which of course meant one thing.. Adrian Abernathy Gates. Surely enough, lead by Johnny Bonecrusher, the two didn't bother with wasting any time as they made their way STRAIGHT down to the ring, Bonecrusher jumped in first as AAG was close to follow. Once the two joined Bauer and Schneider, a little stare down between Schneider and Gates went down-- the crowd let AAG have it..

"FUCK'EM UP GATES, FUCK'EM UP!" stomp- stomp
"FUCK'EM UP GATES, FUCKEM UP!" stomp- stomp
"FUCK'EM UP GATES, FUCK'EM UP!" stomp- stomp

Somehow-- JBC made a mic appear out of no where, a magic trick he's going to make a lot of money doing as he kept an eye on Bauer.

JBC: "It's come to my attention that no-one answered my man Ade's open challenge, so Bauer- would you like to recommend someone!?"

"SCHNEIDER! SCHNEIDER! SCHNEIDER!"

Peter Bauer: "Uhh.. No?"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Peter Bauer: "I've deal with these people enough, I'm out here."

Tossing the mic over his shoulder Bauer left the ring with Schneider still staring AAG down.. once the two had disappeared from sight, JBC and AAG exchanged words, all as JBC nodded his head and lifted the microphone back towards his lips.

JBC: "Since Bauer is apparently inept at doing his job-- let me make this clear. I know there's someone in the back that's waiting on ceasing the moment against my man Ade! Yeah, there's gotta be SOMEONE who wants to show The Carson Community Center what they're able to do!"

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

JBC: "Oye.. There's gotta be SOMEONE who's gonna be man enough to step up to the plate to challenge Ade!"

Keeping their attention on the aisle- there didn't seem to be a trace of interest from anyone.. that was until..

A$AP Rocky - Wild For The Night (Instrumental)

.. blasted over the PA. A smile crept over AAG's face as taking a second to move through the curtain and paused at the top of the aisle..



No-one knew who the man was. The fans in the arena didn't know what to make of the situation as the man continued forward, hopped onto the ring apron and jumped into the ring. Stepping straight up into AAG's face, the heart of the kid brought a smile over AAG's face as Bonecrusher nodded as he was impressed. With the theme cutting over the PA- JBC once again raised the mic and begun to speak..

JBC: ".. don't know who you are kid, but you've obviously got bigger balls than the rest of the guys backstage. What's your name!?"

JBC moved the microphone towards the man as he kept staring at AAG.

"Tyrone.. Tyrone Solomon."

JBC: "Wellllllll Mister Solomon, I do think that we should get this underway, shouldn't we?!"

The fans popped, all as official Kraloso headed down the ring-- sliding beneath the bottom rope she called for the bell..

Adrian Abernathy Gates w/ Johnny Bonecrusher vs. Tyrone Solomon

Kicking the match off as JBC got out of the ring, the youngster Tyrone Solomon sprinted forward and drove his shoulder into AAG's mid-section and attempted to drive Gates back-- completely taken back by how the kid was attacking the moment, it took AAG a second to get into the grove of things and with utter EASE, picked Tyrone up from that position and into the form of a Canadian Shoulderbreaker-- took a few quick steps forward but BEFORE he could hit Solomon with such a move-- he broke free!

Len Ragatti: "Ladies and gentlemen we apologize for the silence on our end-- it seems like a trend that whenever Bauer decides to address the people, he cuts our mics!"

Tracy Race: "That's cool and all but can we forget about him and focus in on what's going on in the ring!? There's an open challenge going on!"

With AAG turning around, Solomon darted forward and managed to once again drive his shoulder into AAG's mid-section, this time managing to get the big man to budge. Driving AAG into the corner, Solomon used shoulder thrusts- one after another to get some momentum going and knock the air out of AAG.. but that didn't last long. Again, AAG managed to shed himself of Solomon, this time with a lifting knee that lifted Solomon OFF of his feet and sent him down onto the mat. Jumping back to his feet, Solomon tried again to get AAG into the corner, but before he was successful in his effort to get there-- AAG stuck both hands out which JUST so happened to be around Solomon's throat as he did a 180 and literally THREW Solomon into the turnbuckle, which caused the newcomer to take his foot off of the pedal.

Tracy Race: "I don't know who this kid is but gotta give him credit, he's attempting to take the fight right to Gates!"

"CHHHHHHHHHHHHOPPPPPPPPPPPPP"

The sound of Gates' HUGE hand smacking Solomon's chest echoed through the arena, all as the fans loved it.

"CHHHHHHHH0OOOOOPPPPPPPPP!"

AGAIN another chop landed across of Solomon's chest, despite being of darker skin, the point of impact was still visible, all as Gates connected with more chops- one after another, each of them took more and more out of the man before to end it.. Gates lifted his right arm and SLAMMED his elbow into Solomon's throat, causing the newcomer to crumble to the mat.

Len Ragatti: "WHAT A FLURRY!"

Turning the kid over, Gates made the cover as Kraloso got into position to make the count..

ONE..

TWO..

THRE- KICKOUT!

The arena paused for a brief second-- all as even Gates had to look over at Kraloso out of.. shock.

Tracy Race: ".. he kicked out!?"

Len Ragatti: "HE KICKED OUT!"

The fans.. didn't know who he was before, but definitely knew him now as a feint, yet noticeable chant begun to sound..

"SOLO-MON! SOLO-MON! SOLO-MON!"

Even AAG was impressed with the heart the kid was showing as those lengthy series of chops with that sick elbow to throat would do it for anyone else. Solomon reached up and grabbed at AAG's leg-- trying to use it to get himself back to his feet.. all as AAG got the man up. Moving to the ropes, AAG whipped Tyrone into the ropes, as he came off of it, Gates DRILLED him with a Polish Hammer variation which caused Solomon's head to SNAP back in the process..

Len Ragatti: "VICIOUS! HOW VICIOUS WAS THAT?!"

"GATES! GATES! GATES!"

With the fans in his corner, AAG once again made a cover, this time hooking the leg.

Len Ragatti: "It's OVER after that.."

ONE..

TWO..

THRE- KICKOUT!

Len Ragatti: ".. WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL!?"

Tracy Race: "THIS IS, WHOEVER HE IS- IS TOUGH!"

The arena BLASTED again with appreciation from the fans for the effort that Tyrone Solomon was showing here against The Gentlemen's Thug. On the outside, Johnny Bonecrusher, despite being impressed with the kid's toughness-- brought his right hand up and grabbed at an imaginary noose around his neck-- with a nod AAG once again picked Solomon off of the mat and got back to back with the man.. Gates locked in a half nelson and reverse chin lock-- as he tortured Solomon, the fans was going crazy all as Official Kraloso had seen enough and before Solomon could tap to the submiission- she called for the bell, all as Gates dropped the kid in a totally careless manner.

Tracy Race: "THE NECKTIE SOCIAL!"

ding.. ding.. ding

Rob Hendricks: "Yoooooourrrrrrrr winnnnnnnerrrrrr.. AADDDDRIAAAAN.. ABERNNNNATHHYYYY.. GATEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!"

JBC rolled into the ring and hoisted his man Ade's arm into the air, all as the camera would fade out.. to the last sponsorship break of the evening on the faces of JBC and AAG, all as LEGACY also was introduced to a new kid who's heart outweighed it all in Tyrone Solomon. Despite AAG's DOMINATING performance, they'd remember Solomon for sure.

Peter Bauer/TJ Bryce segment

After being pretty much humiliated ring-side by King Treborn, we find ourselves once again focused in on Petey Bauer. Like a kid who had his favorite toy taken away due to misbehaving, Bauer was kicking his foot, mumbling to himself as he moved through the back. Schneider didn't really care about things like this, none of it mattered to him except the paycheck. His body was still painted with black and white stripes-- he looked ridiculous. Both men continued to move through the back all as it was before he stopped-- as standing off to the side with his iPhone pressed against his ear.. was TJ Bryce. Bauer looked in Bryce's direction and let off a scoff as he moved towards 'The Most Valuable Asset' and swiped his hand over his throat.

Peter Bauer: "Kill the call, now."

Intrigued by what was going on, TJ cocked his head back and tucked his phone in his pocket.

TJ Bryce: "What can I do for you?"

Peter Bauer: "What the hell was that earlier!? You PURPOSELY got yourself counted out and took a loss?!"

TJ Bryce: "It's part of my strategy."

Peter Bauer: "Oh, strategy you say? What kind of strategy exactly? Like things negatively impacting my job!? It's stunts like THAT, King Treborn was referencing!"

TJ Bryce: "Whoa.. Slow down now.."

Peter Bauer: "Look, I wouldn't have brought you in if I thought you sucked- that's not the case. But that.. that sucked TJ, you know that. But.. BUT! I've had an epiphany and it all starts tonight! I see what's happening here.. it's all about the numbers game. Whoever has the most is the most powerful and I'm for DAMN sure not going to be at a disadvantage in a company I'm running! So how's about this TJ.. You wanna get yourself back into my good standing?! Then right now-- right here.. I offer you a spot.. in.."

Bauer paused-- as if his next thought didn't come to him yet. Teej, who seemed to be enjoying this oddly enough looked up at the sky where Bauer had his hands outstretched..

Peter Bauer: "the.. "

Keeping his hands extended, his eyes LIT up now as he nodded.

Peter Bauer: "The Monopoly.. The Brass.. Monopoly as WE'LL control the market!"

TJ nodded his head in agreement, all as he shook hands with Bauer.

TJ Bryce: "Consider it done."

Peter Bauer: "We've got some recruiting to do.. and I know EXACTLY where I want to start.."

With that evil grin of his, Bauer begun to move forward with TJ Bryce at his side-- Schneider was still in the back of the two, all as apparently.. The Brass Monopoly, a faction spawned out of Bauer's fear of losing control of the company to the other groups and alliances that had been formed recently was on a recruiting trail.. all as the camera cut off of TBM--

Christina Othniel/Con Escobar segment

Coming soon!

Frank Washington/Bobby Langford segment

Coming soon!

Bobby Langford w/ Frank Washington vs. Christian Othniel w/ Con Escobar

Coming soon!