LEGACY Wrestling Presents: Independence Day

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

@ The Carson Community Center

w/ Len Ragatti & Tracy Race on Commentary

Preview & Card Summary

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Intro

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS!"

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

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

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

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

"BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS!"

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

"BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS! BAUER SUCKS!"

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

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "Aw, come on Bauer!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

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

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

"YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

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

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

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

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Len Ragatti: ".. wow."

Pumped up now, Bauer nodded.

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

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

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

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

"DREW SUCKS! DREW SUCKS! DREW SUCKS!"

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

"YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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

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

"YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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

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

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

George Thorogood & The Destroyers - Bad To The Bone

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Treborns' Promo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ripper Treborn: "Spit it out."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wayne Williams w/ Richard Steen vs. Miles Lozio

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

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

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

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

One..

Two..

TH- KICKOUT!

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "THAT DIRTY BASTARD!"

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

Tracy Race: "HAAAAAAANGGGGGGGGGGTIMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEE!"

ONE!

Len Ragatti: "DAMN THAT STEEN!"

TWO!

Tracy Race: "Wayne Wilson got froggy!"

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Len Ragatti: "DID HE KICK-!?"

THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Backstage Segments

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

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

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

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

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

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

".. WHERE WERE YOU!?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

Decaine held his stomach and let off a chuckle.

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

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

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

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

Holding both hands over his heart, Decaine blushed.

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

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

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

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

Decaine: "EXCUSE ME!"

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

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

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

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

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

Ian Windermear vs. Hayden Phoenix

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "HUGE ATOMIC DROP THERE!"

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

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

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

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

One..

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THR-

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KICKOUT!

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "He won't budge!"

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

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

Tracy Race: "WHAT A KNEE!"

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

Len Ragatti: "KO KICK!?"

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

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

Tracy Race: "THE PHOENIX RISED THERE!"

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

ONE..

TWO..

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THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Windermear arched a brow at Hayden.

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

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

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

Riley Sanders segment

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

Riley Sanders: "Hey, you scared me!"

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

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

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

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

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

Riley Sanders: "What's the matter?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silas Romero vs. Matlock

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

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

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

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

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

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

"FOUR!"

"FIVE!"

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

ONE!

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

TWO!

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Tracy Race: "ORANGE- CRUSH- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMB!"

THR- KICKOUT!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "What a punch! JEEZ!"

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

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

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

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

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

ONE..

TWO..

THR- KICKOUT!

Len Ragatti: "NO!"

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

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

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

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

Tracy Race: "Absolutely!"

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

"OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "MATLOCK AVOIDED THE GFKO!"

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

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

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

ONE!

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

TWO!

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

THREE!

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

ding.. ding.. ding

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

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "WHAT THE!?"

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

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

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

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

Christian Othniel segment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tracy Race: "Wow.."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "WHAT?!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM

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

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

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

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

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

DMX - Get At Me Dog

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

Len Ragatti: "What the..!?"

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bulldozer Brixton segment

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"ADDDRIIIIIAN.."

"AAABBBBBERRRRNANTHYYYYYYY"

"GAAAAATEEEEEESSSSS"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "THE NATIONAL RAZOR!"

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

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

ONE!

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

TWO!

Len Ragatti: "Meaning.."

THREE!

ding.. ding.. ding

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

:49

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

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

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

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

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

Nope.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"HEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY.."

"GOOOOOOOOODDDDDDBBBBBYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

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

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

JBC: "GOOOOOOOOODDDDBYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!"

Len Ragatti: "Good riddance!"

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

Joe Cooper vs. Alex Andrews

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

Wasted - Burn Season

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cameron Kaiser: "..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiden Marx: "Do you?"

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

Joe Cooper: "GO TO HELL MARX!"

Len Ragatti: "JOE COOPER HAS NO FEAR!"

Tracy Race: ".. stupid move."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aiden Marx w/ WASTE vs. Kevin Moss

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "WHAT A SUPERMAN PUNCH!"

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

Tracy Race: "Nice!"

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

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

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

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

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

Tracy Race: "BITTERSWEET CASUALTY!"

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

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

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

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

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

Len Ragatti: "WHAT THE HELL!?"

ding.. ding.. ding

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

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

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

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