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LoC: A match that defined a federation.

J The Ripper

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So, I thought as we came across pivotal matches to post them up. Ed made me think of it and then Tram and I both found it at the same time. Even though we're jOlt these are fond memories for some of us (Yeah, Josh, I even found Derecho winning lol). Gentleman, thanks to Wayback Machine, I'm pleased to present:

Or Die Trying:
Ninja K (Legacy Champion) vs. Sylo (Underground Champion) in LoC's first and only unification match.


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“Do not be wary of men who take risks with title and lands. Be wary of men who have nothing to lose.”
- The Tao of Shinsei

- - - - - - - - - - - - - Orlando, Florida - - A refreshing south-western breeze swept undauntedly through every stretch of vegetation under the watchful gaze of an ominous full moon. The Arena of Champions stood erect beyond the reach of several congested parking lots - an architectural masterpiece by design.
In hindsight, the lead announce team of Keith Kane and Anthony Stone, exchanged opinionated commentary amongst themselves while respectfully addressing the viewers at home. The sounds of “The Hand That Feeds” by NIN cued up briefly during the visual transition to welcome the viewers back with an angled bird’s eye view within. The PPV banners nestled comfortably along the rafters and across several key positions throughout.
Cue Camera One for Ground Zero. A buxom band of beauties brandished their promotional tatted halter tops in earnest. The civilian populace were amped up and the homemade signs were help up by the thousands. The ongoing volley of cheers were rolling as the animated head-to-head vignette had been cued up;

- - - - - - - - - - - - - Sylo - - The undisputed King of the Underground was busy gnashing his teeth while turning his head toward the undisputed Retainer of the Legacy Championship. His eyes radiated with several luminescent hues of blue.
The Underground Championship gleamed arrogantly atop his left shoulder. His savage expression subsided in exchange for an intense game face while flexing his muscles intently. Teeth gnashing against one another in such a primal fashion.
Kenshiro Inogami aka Ninja K - - The reigning Legacy Champion’s body language conveyed nothing other than silent intensity and an unwavering sense of focus. Fully swathed in his customized ninja attire, the Japanese vagabond would quietly stare back into the eyes of the opposition.
The LoC Championship shimmered brilliantly atop his right shoulder. The Ronin’s greyish-white mane swept graciously across his stoic visage. The Legacy Champion would nod solemnly and pat his hand against the faceplate before turning his head toward the camera.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - Respectively, Cameras Ten, Seven and Four would exchange brief footage of every commissioned LoC figurehead;
Scott Riktor remained focused on the large Plasma screen television within the confides of his office. He would stand accompanied by both Mace Williams and his esteemed deputy, Big Buck Logan.
The Underground Commissioner, Trevor Echo, remained holed away in his place of business. His forefinger and thumb rested against his lips, concerned of personal reasons of his own. Five of his burly bodyguards were siting among two leather couches, allowing him to watch the following events unfold in peace.
A scowling Jonathan Conspiracy merely leaned against the wall with both arms crossed over his chest. The conniving old Texan fired up a nice Cuban and exhaled before leaning back in his leather recliner.
The Latin American demographic were brought up to speed with the help of Javier Santana and Lena Hernandez as the video still was removed. Camera Three zoomed in on a random fan’s sign, addressed to a rival promotion before switching over toward the ring;

No
Body’s
Watching
Ladies & Gentlemen; It’s time for your MAIN! EVENT! This contest will be scheduled for one fall and it is an Underground Rules Match for both the LoC Underground and Legacy Championships! The assorted chants were tossed to and fro throughout the arena as the ring announcer promptly removed himself out of the ring. Referee Mike Hunt would privately confer with the ringside personnel before making his return inside the squared circle. The lights slowly faded away and allowed the roaring republic the freedom to rule vice of the Arena of Champions.
The colours of Sapphire, Pearl and Tar Heel Blue would flicker throughout the massive state-of-the-art amphitheatre. ’Pet’(Super Beast remix) - - A Perfect Circle would serve as the fuse for a powder keg of nothing but sheer euphoria.
Legacytron - - { A turbulent storm cell swept menacingly over an unfamiliar metropolis. Its inhabitants were legion, all running for safety but would find none. Buildings would be ravaged and reduced to rubble by streaks of lightning - at random. The view would be pulled upward toward the swirling maw of the storm. }
{ Various video captions of his killing spree would be displayed along the narrow corridor before eventually becoming entranced by a burning set of radiant Blue Pupils. The acoustic ‘eye of the storm’ had passed with the massive set of bluish-white spires of flame, setting the entire staging area ablaze. Unbeknownst to the crowd, a sealed circular hatch in the floor, had opened on cue.}
The ascension of a massive silhouette solidified the premise of Sylo’s rise from the proverbial abyss. The Underground Champion stood encircled by the flames - both arms extended outward to accommodate his mighty roar to milk the moment for all it was worth.
The flames were extinguished and the man-beast was on the move. A hearty swig of water down his gullet and the seven-foot juggernaut would douse his head before casting the bottle into the crowd . . .

”Introducing First; Weighting in at three-hundred and ninety-seven pounds - - Currently residing within the vast confides of Georgia . . . Standing at a towering seven feet and one inch - - He is the Number One contender for the LoC Legacy Championship and stands as the current, reigning and defending LoC Underground Champion - - Ladies and Gentlemen; THIS! IS! SYLO!” The former PIW Champion had cleared the top rope and lumbered over toward the nearest turnbuckle to brandish his prize before the masses. The Monster’s showcasing of his Underground Championship and his Black Sleeveless ‘Super Beast’ T-shirt would end after all four corners had been attended to.
For a moment, he would climb down and stand motionless to stare at its radiant surface before handing it off to Senior Referee Mike Hunt. His musical intro would conclude during his preliminary tugging of the ropes and session of hopping in place. The more intimate details of his administration were briefly broadcasted in various languages to the secular audience at home.

Hit the lights. The beat of Orient bellowed from overhead as a troupe of dancing geishas - - all adorned with silk robes with elaborate floral patterns and colours. Together, they would float their way toward and around the squared circle. The Underground Champion watched in silence from the ring’s epicentre as the extravagant dancers would entice the crowd with their combined beauty and grace.
The rhythmic Japanese orchestra would govern their synchronized Fan Dance and the various acrobats exhibiting their craft in sync with the music. Streamers would be cast over the guardrails at random by the acrobats to keep the crowd buzzing. The dancing troupe struck various poses as the music stopped, leaving the arena walls overwhelmed by red lighting.
Sylo would continue wringing his wrists and popping the bones in his neck - anxious to get it on. The overhead lighting shifted at random before leaving the arena completely devoid of light. The air would stand mixed with the welcomed lull of anticipation and a hint of audible silence . . .

Cue ’No Association’ - - Silverchair The hues of Crimson & Pearl would flicker at random from overhead, promoting the dedicated to herald the coming of their hero. The large 110" screen continued onward with its video presentation - An arcane anthology of career highlights and high spots. Suddenly, the volley of cheers, were amplified.
The blue haired God of War turned180 degrees toward the source of the jubilant disturbance - The strobe light-ridden ‘storm cloud underneath Atrium C. The Legacy Champion stood boldly within the midst before making his way through the turbulent sea of humanity . . .

” . . . And his opponent; He hails from the Kansai Prefecture of Osaka, Japan - - He is the current, reigning and defending LoC Legacy Champion - - Weighting in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds - - Ladies & Gentlemen; ‘The Athletic Freak of Nature’ KENSHIRO! INOGAMI!” His brocades were embroidered with large kanji symbols to compliment his customized Ensemble of War - Crimson & White with Obsidian Trim. Kenshiro walked off the barricade and unto the main announce position to stare into the eyes of his challenger. The entire Japanese cast knelt in his presence of their fellow countryman and his token of achievement.
The quartet of ring posts would spew a legion of lotus petals toward the heavens as the Legacy Championship ascended above the ninja’s brow. Sylo nodded in kind and sucked his teeth in return. The floral flurry continued to descend as The Ronin walked up the ring steps. He would perch himself atop the turnbuckles to free his greyish-white mane with the removal of his black fabric from his head - tossing it over back to the people.
Ninja hopped inside and draped the Legacy Championship along the canvas. He would assume the position of seiza. The Legacy Championship gleamed brilliantly underneath the lights before he handed the belt over to Mike Hunt. The massive titan watched his opposition stand erect, unwilling to remove his steely-eyed glare. Both championships were shown off by the referee before being handed off to the ringside personnel.
The fans were still buzzing as both men advanced toward the ring’s epicenter. Both standing four feet away from each other and Mike Hunt would continue with his preliminary spiel. Hunt motioned for both champions to shake hands and both parties stepped back two paces to garner an overwhelming response by the entire congregation.

DING!
DING!
DING! And so it began; This was for all the marbles. The crowd would emphasize this by trading freelanced chants for the sake of encouragement and adding more fuel to the fire. Neither champion moved until a few moments had elapsed.
Step for step, they would walk around slowly in a circle before aggressively sweeping around for another revolution. Together, they would creep forward before interlocking their fingers together. Eyes frenetically shifting, the two rivals would extend their free hands outward. Sylo would sent reeling from a swift Shin across his inner thigh.
Incensed, Sylo’s massive Right Hand would be blocked by the former XWF Champion. However, he was able to snatch one of Kenshiro’s brocades away in the process. The Midnight Assassin backed the monstrosity up slightly with a Spinning Side Kick to the Abdomen.
The Ronin took notice and quickly armed himself with the remaining brocade before casting its harness aside. The Legacy Champion crouched down slightly while spinning about to hit the Underground Champion across the mid section. Ninja immediately spun around to hit Sylo across the back with the makeshift weapon. The blue-haired leviathan stumbled forward yet was able to recover with a timely block. A Front Kick by the near four-hundred pound demon would promote Ninja to drop down to all fours - relieving him of his weapon.
Kenshiro reached for the prone battle flag but Sylo kicked it out of his reach. An Overhead Swing hit nothing but canvas as the nimble vagabond rolled to a kneeling posture. The former Super Beast’s home run swing sailed overhead as Ninja dodged the attack with The Matrix. The determined monster attempted a second Overhead Swing. Strike Two!
Kenshiro swivelled about and blasted the former PIW icon across the ear and forehead with two Forearm Strikes before trying to pry the weapon out of the giant’s hands. The seven-foot one -inch abomination brushed the ninja off his person with authority. The former XWF Champion reverse somersaulted himself to his feet to rest against the corner. The Ronin’s moments would be limited by the encroaching monster’s ability to gradually ‘cut off the ring’.
The One Man Wrecking Crew lunged forward to lance Kenshiro - The dexterous superstar sidestepped the blow to break the weapon in two before gaining some breathing room with a Swift Back Elbow to the bridge of his challenger’s Chin. Hammer Throw by Ninja. Sylo with the Reversal. The Athletic Freak of Nature sought to wrest back the momentum by Flair Flipping himself up and over unto the ring apron . . .

OOOHHHH! Sylo’s Running Yakuza Kick would send the streaking Ninja sailing off the apron to land ass-first along the steel barricades before spilling over into the crowd. The screaming multitudes scurried out of the way as the towering juggernaut climbed over the outside and began pulling the rails toward the ring.
Satisfied with his accomplishment, Sylo would roll himself back inside and measure his competition. The congregation were rising to their feet upon notice of the three-hundred and ninety-seven pound behemoth had gained some momentum . . .

. . . .
OOOOOHHHHH!
[h=2]. . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . [/h] The repetitive and ominous volley of promotional chants were cast toward both sprawled out superstars. A Super Heavyweight executing an Over the Top Rope Suicide Dive!? A double-edged sword? Yes but it had served its purpose in grounding his speedy counterpart. Their recovery would be gradual but The Georgia-bred archfiend would be the first to regain his footing. Get outta my way, *****!. . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! An airborne Chair would careen off the Midnight Assassin’s face to rest him against the rails. The former PIW Champion utilized a Power Clothesline to send Kenshiro tumbling back over to the padded earth. The Japanese export would begin crawling forward to regain his bearings. Kenshiro was shaken up but was able to regain his footing. However, the infamous Blue Bad Ass grabbed the ninja by the throat and choke slammed him against the steel pole! The Midnight Assassin would take a few moments to recollect himself. Meanwhile, his opponent was busy flipping the ring apron up and rummaging underneath for something. Ah! A Hockey Stick!
The Underground Champion rounded the corner to see his championship rival, twirling the recovered brocade about before assuming a defensive posture. Mexican Standoff. Both combatants would whip their hair back and inch their way forward. Clashing Sticks. Sylo displayed his power by forcing the ninja back a few paces.
A trio of Hockey Stick Jabs were off the mark, making Sylo a little frustrated - leaving him open to receive a Buzz Saw Kick to each calf. **** this game. One block by Sylo would afford him the opportunity to shove Kenshiro against the ring steps . . .

CRACK!
Ring Post . . . Nothing but wood! The fans were out of proximity as the weapon was reduced to mere splinters. The Ronin utilized a Drop Kick off the giant’s chest to reverse somersault atop the hallowed structure. A Front Kick would send the upper portion sailing dangerously close to his target’s knee cap. The Beast was now in hot pursuit. Ninja’s attempt to crown the tall brute with it would stand aborted as Sylo caught the weapon with one hand . . .

SSSSHHHH!
AAAAHHHH! The massive juggernaut’s head reared back wildly as a violent expulsion of smoke, escaped from the opening. Ninja released the button and cast the weapon aside. A deep howl would escape the monstrosity’s gaping maw was he swung about blindly. Kenshiro’s Open Palm Thrust slammed across the juggernaut’s jaw to send his hair flaring out wildly. A Spinning Back Hand Strike became the precursor to Ninja’s first aerial attack . . .

The Victimizer
Furious Leaping Wheel Kick) The impact shattered the titan’s equilibrium and forced him to wipe out both the timekeeper and his chair. A flurry of Punches and Stomps by Ninja fell without remorse until Kenshiro grabbed the monster by the hair and led him back toward the ring. Sylo crawled underneath the ropes as his opposition scaled his way to the crow’s nest. The Underground Champion was back up to a knee when he would be floored by a Leaping Side Kick off the turnbuckles.
The former 21w Millennium Champion pounced on the recovering big man and immediately cinched in a Buffalo Sleeper! Frantically, the Underground Champion would flail his arm about before grabbing unto his oppressor’s hair. Mike Hunt didn’t hesitate to verbally reprimand the ailing giant, forcing his release. Sylo’s arm hovered over the mat amidst the ongoing commotion throughout the stands. Referee Mike Hunt’s offer to concede would be met with muffled slurs and heavy fits of grunting.
The former PCW Rising Star Champion willed himself over to his stomach. Ninja would respond by grabbing the giant’s hair and dealing out several measured Cross Forearm Strikes. The coughing became sporadic yet the man-beast remained to fight his way toward the ropes. The crowd volume elevated notably as Kenshiro spun about and slapped on a Front Chancery - both feet were braced against the ropes for added resistance.

THUMP!
OOOHHH!
THUMP!
OOOHHH! Two calloused Knee Strikes would set Sylo on the defensive by covering up. His Left Arm remained hooked around the back of Ninja’s Knee. The Overhand Elbows were at random, determined to irritate & fish out another opportunity to apply his submission-based initiative. The Georgia resident’s strength allowed him to force Ninja through the ropes, hanging 3/4ths of the way off the ring apron.
Both champions would share a mutual reluctance to let go, leading Hunt to start his mandatory count. The count of two would be heard and Ninja sought to free himself with another knee to The Herculean superstar’s skull but to no avail. Ninja latched unto the monster’s hair to hang upside-down and began searching underneath the ring apron. Sylo reached over and latched onto Kenshiro’s lapel - trying to line him up to cave in his rib cage when Kenshiro arched himself back up & began stabbing his head with a Paint Scraper!
Sylo roared in utter anguish in trying to protect himself. However, his masked antagonist scrambled to his feet and dug the weapon deep above his eyebrow. The bleeding giant rested his head against the bottom rope but his hopes of respite were dashed by a Ninja K Ring Apron Leg Drop! Immediately, Ninja would summon two tables from underneath the ring before erecting a sturdy bridge – to the delight of the fans home and abroad.
A diminutive stream of crimson slid toward the corner of his mouth before the camera. The monstrosity rolled away from the ropes as Kenshiro waited patiently along the ring’s ledge. Along the ring apron, the Legacy Champion remained patient by crouching down slightly to the approval of the crowd. Sylo was up to a single knee when Ninja took flight with a Slingshot Lariat. . .

The sleeping giant would snap to attention . . .
Black Hole Slam into the Canvas! The paint scraper bounced out of Kenshiro’s hand before he lain along the mat, staring at the ceiling. Devoted followers of the Big Blue Destroyer cheered in delight as their deity snatched his opponent back to his feet and levelled the ninja with a Short Arm Clothesline! Still holding onto his arm, Sylo would send Ninja away with an Irish Whip to the nearest corner. The angry demon would pin his size twenty-two boot against the Kansai native’s throat before turning him inside out with a Short Arm Clothesline. Elbow Drop! Sylo with the Lateral Press . . .

ONE!
TW . . .
SHOULDER! The man-mountain slid to the outside and began delving deep underneath the ring for some Underground goodies. Garbage wrestling enthusiasts cheered as two Steel Chairs sailed over the top rope - - A loaded Garbage Can hit the canvas, allowing its contest to spread along the canvas; (4) Wooden Crutches, (2) Wooden TV dinner stands, (1) X Box and (1) Iron Board. Ninja was back to his feet - only to be greeted by an armed seven-foot demigod . . .

THOOM!
OOOHHH! Kenshiro threw his arm up to defend himself one millisecond too late. The ninja wobbled backward into the ropes before dropping to a knee but remained reluctant to lie down. Sylo would promptly place the Aluminium Cylinder over the ninja’s head. The Underground Champion looked out to the masses before . . .

THOOM!
OOOHHH! The ringside camera zeroed in on the massive fist print embedded along the trash can’s side. The ninja keeled over to his side and remained motionless. His Aluminium veil would be pried off him to allow Sylo to hook the leg deeply . . .

ONE!
TWO . . .
Ninja with the Kick Out! This didn’t sit well with the Underground Division’s Emperor and he would display this by stacking the two chairs atop the iron board and the LoC logo. The TV dinner stands. The crutches and video game console were cleared from the runway before Sylo grabbed Ninja by his hair - to let him rest on both knees.
Sylo with the Irish Whip yet Ninja walked up the ropes and took the big man off his feet with a Vaulting Head Scissors Takedown! A hint of blood coated several strands of the ninja’s hair as he rested on his stomach. His near four-hundred pound rival remained busy shaking the cobwebs from his head before standing himself erect. The former Super Beast was back up and cinched Ninja up for Full Nelson Slam . . . Mule Kick to the Nuts! A shaken Kenshiro stumbled with haste to arm himself with one of the Wood Crutches . . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! The remnants of the Wood Crutch flew from being slammed against the side of Sylo’s neck. The resourceful ninja quickly grabbed the closest thing to him and slung it toward Sylo’s face . . .CLANG! The Steel Chair staggered the monster back a few paces yet refused to fall back . . .CLANG! Kenshiro's swing of the second chair left a prominent dent in it. Big Boy dropped down to a knee and drunkenly latched unto the ropes. Kenshiro slammed the weapon down before making use of his pivot . . .

The Burning Eclipse
Furious Standing Back Flip Kick) The impact of the kick would send the giant sliding to a heap within the nearest corner. Ninja would visually account for the tools lain before him before slowly looking at his dazed opponent. The fans knew he was up to something and dared him to follow through. The Innovative Superstar erected both chairs before placing the iron board upside down atop each seat. Allotting himself some running room, Kenshiro would launch the makeshift missile with a Swift Dropkick . . .

OOOOOHHHHHH! Sylo’s jaw remained agape as the streaming projectile slammed deeply against his exposed sternum. The roar of the crowd would make the colour commentary partially audible to the viewers at home. The Underground Champion keeled over to his side as Kenshiro shoved the iron board away and grabbed both of his legs to drag him away from the ropes . . .

COVER!
ONE!
TWO! Sylo with the Gorilla Press! Ninja shook his head while regaining his vertical base. The Osaka native reared back and unloaded with a Snap Kick to the former A! Wrestling superstar’s head, keeping him down on all fours. Kenshiro leaped unto his back to apply a Beast Choker!
Struggling against the amassed pressure, the former Action! Wrestling superstar steadied himself before staggering to his feet. A handful of greyish-white hair would afford him some stability to slam Ninja spine-first against the corner. The enigmatic ninja flashed a stern grimace yet refused to break the hold. Spinal re-alignment - - Underground style; Take Two.
The second impact prompted the ninja to retaliate with random Kesagiri Chops and Elbows to the base of Sylo’s neck. The aberrant Blue Terror continued to stumble about before running full-speed backwards into the turnbuckles - sandwiching Kenshiro with authority!

OOOOHHHH! A mixed bag of assorted groans would be heard as the Legacy Champion crossed both arms over his mid section. Sylo shook his scruffy mane before pulling himself to the outside - grabbing Ninja’s leg and dragging him to the outside as well. Pinned against the ring apron, Kenshiro would remain on the receiving end of several measured Shoulder Blocks before being tortured by a Kneeling Bear Hug!
Ninja would extend his arms outward in agony before eventually bracing his forearm against his rival’s chin. The fight for some breathing room continued with a succession of Bell Claps to help set him free. (4x) Head Butts yet the Underground Champion was still hanging on.
Thumbs to the eyes! The Big Blue Machine shielded his eyes from being carved out and released his nimble challenger. Both champions were left proverbially ‘licking their wounds’ yet it would be the Legacy Champion who was the first to recover. The Kansai Ambassador vaulted off the ropes and floored the big man with a Spinning Heel Kick to the Face!

Double Leg Nelson for the Pin!
ONE!
TWO! With great power, comes an even greater sense of responsibility. However, as Sylo whipped his legs over, Kenshiro landed and swiftly locked the former PIW superstar into a Texas Cloverleaf Submission! The congregation were on their feet as the tall menace frantically screamed in defiance. Mike Hunt would continue to monitor Sylo’s will to continue as he began crawling his way toward the ropes. Eventually, Sylo would seek respite along the ropes – forcing Kenshiro to break the submission hold on the count of three.
Moments later, both champions were crawling back to their feet and at it again. An Overhand Slap across the Chest garnered a vocal tribute to the Nature Boy. The Leaning Tower of Sylo was just that, prompting Kenshiro to haul off with a Discus Open Palm Strike to the Chin. The modern-day Goliath slumped against the ropes, only to wobble back to a weakened vertical base. The Legacy Champion would proceed to shoot over to the ropes and return with a Back Handspring Elbow . . .

WHAM!!
OOOHHH! Sylo’s caught him and nearly broke Ninja in half with a Full Nelson Back Breaker! Kenshiro would push off on both legs, unwilling to rest along his ailing back. Sylo with Lateral Press! . . . (1) . . . (2) . . . Kick Out! This was beginning to piss him off. The Underground Champion began kicking some of the debris aside – to clear some room to destroy his opposition.
The Blue Oni would grab the Japanese sheep by the hair and taunt him with a ‘slashing throat’ gesture before flinging him up & over unto the table bridge with another Clothesline. Sylo stepped over the ropes and carefully balanced his weight atop the narrow yet sturdy obstruction. The Underground Champion would consult the jury; Thumbs Up? The cheers lacked intensity but the crowd became louder as he drew the thumb down. It was official - the people had spoken.
The flurry of flashbulbs danced at random as Sylo hoisted Ninja up unto his shoulders. Being the primal animal he was groomed to be, he’d stick his tongue out before whipping Ninja into his anticipated Death Spiral . . .

SMASH!!
OOOHHH! Bad intentions led to a major miscalculation for Sylo’s Systematic Shutdown had been counted by a swift Diamond Cutter! Underneath their combined weight, the makeshift bridge shattered upon impact. Camera Four panned in for a closer view – both respective champions were rendered heavily immobile underneath the rubble. Two minutes had elapsed before Ninja began stirring in place. He would wave off the referee before pulling himself back inside the ring. Twenty seconds later, Sylo was still on the ground yet mobile.
Having grown tired of waiting for the man-beast, Ninja head outside to confront his would confront this demon head-on. The towering powerhouse would be subject to a hard flick to his Adam’s apple - a maneuver that left him desperately hacking for air while clutching his throat. Ninja reached into the ring to get a hold of the nearest TV dinner stand . . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! Direct hit across the Forehead. One slight problem - - The Monster was still on his feet. Kenshiro believed that he had the remedy for that . . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! The weapon fell apart after hitting Sylo squared across the Forehead. All seven-plus feet of Sylo would come to rest against the rails. Some fans booed with the presence of in response to the cheap ‘quality’ of Hardcore Weaponry. **** it - The ninja snatched out the announce podium monitor closest to him. Alright, now we were in business . . .

CRUNCH!
OOOHHH! The blue titan slumped over the protective barricades before being pushed over into the crowd. Ninja climbed in after him and the brawling duo would gradually blaze a trail away from ringside. LoC security were standing by as Sylo used a Biel Throw on Ninja to wipe out several sections of chairs like dominoes. The surrounding inhabitants remained hyped up as the Blue Meanie hoisted Ninja into the air for a Power Bomb . . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! The One Man Killing Spree’s plans were nullified with a crowning Chair Shot! Sylo was slow to recover, allowing Ninja to slam the same weapon against his counterpart’s knee. The limp was obvious on the Underground Champion. Together, both challengers had taken the fight toward the north-eastern side of the arena. Chair shot after chair shot, Ninja would lean his prey against the arena wall. Ninja shooed away the lemmings to secure a little running room . . .

YEAAAAH!
. . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The Tiger Wall Flip by Ninja would induce blood to spill from Sylo’s lip yet upon landing, the six time Hardcore Champion managed to seize a Chair and hurl it into his foe’s visage in one fluid motion. The Blue Colossus melted to a seated posture. The return of the ninja’s fan base motivated him to grab Sylo’s hair and lead him up the stairway.
The Georgian Gargantuan would recover & shift the momentum with a Knee to Ninja’s Abdomen. A succession of Knee Lifts were for just ****s & giggles. Everyone were drawn to their feet as Sylo wrapped his hand around Ninja’s throat. Ninja’s churning of his legs did little to help him during his fall from grace . . .

. . . .
CRASH!!!
OOOOOHHHHH! A Choke Slam from a height of 15 feet? The concession area tables didn’t stand a chance. The Human Weapon of Mass Destruction looked among his subjects and nodded in appreciation. Sylo’s arms would extend outward to help fan the praises of divine fecal matter.
Hessian’s protégée grabbed the Legacy Champion by his leg and collar to fling him unto his massive shoulder. The limp had lessened as he approached the railings. Keith Kane and Tony Stone were heavily entrenched within their personal argument as Sylo cleared the obstruction and pushed his fallen adversary through the ropes.

A Lateral Press by Sylo and it would be all academic from here . . .
ONE!
TWO!
THR . . .YEAHHHH!! How?! A menacing scowl would remain tattooed along Sylo’s face, leading Mike Hunt to scurry out of his proximity. An angry snort by the muscular beast and Sylo would return to the outside for more weaponry. Ninja would continue stirring about, determined to regain his senses.
A massive pop spewed forth from the extreme wrestling demographic as Sylo dragged out a table from the ring’s underbelly. Moments later, a wooden bridge would stand erected for the intent of sheer malice. Another table would sail over and actually land atop Ninja’s forearm – leaving him to roll over and adamantly clutch it to protect it from further harm. Sylo used his massive boot to stomp some air out of Ninja before snatching him back to his feet.
A gift-wrapped Box and Grey Box Cutter would be placed near the turnbuckle as Sylo re-entered the kill zone. The diligent giant would slam the table atop his prone adversary before leaning it against the opposing turnbuckle.

Gee, I wonder what Santa brought Sylo for Christmas? Sylo would cut a hole in the package and begun to pour thousands upon thousands of thumbtacks near the center of the ring. The fans continued buzzing as Sylo cast the box away and began to spread out the tacks evenly with his foot.

Mission accomplished - now for that pesky ninja . . . The Midnight Assassin began hitting some retaliatory strikes on his behalf. A vast array of martial arts attacks would set the big man off balance. The Massive One somehow recovered and stunned Kenshiro with a European Uppercut. Latching unto his tunic, Sylo would save Ninja from falling atop the tacks.

Why? The Blue & Black Demon had an ulterior motive . . .
Kane: “Sylo with the Irish Whip . . . Blood Lust . . .(audible pop from crowd) OOOOHHH! MY GOD!!”
Stone: I know that ****’s gotta hurt . . . The limber ninja dropsaulted his way out of the juggernaut’s clutches and left him, writhing within a pile of sharpened thumbtacks! The ringside camera zoomed in to see Sylo’s face, marred with sheer anguish. The involuntary seizures managed to send the loose tack back to the canvas. He would painfully struggle to regain his footing until his Japanese counterpart grabbed him by the hair to stand him erect . . .

OOOHHH!
The Singapore Spine Crusher
(A Double Knee Back Breaker) An ailing Sylo arched his back in an exaggerated fashion before collapsing to his side. Gingerly, Ninja would rest on all fours before standing himself erect. A handful of Sylo’s hair and Osaka’s prodigal son came out teeing off with a battery of savage Kicks to the man-beast’s face. The Teal Terror remained held up between Dream Street and Concussion Boulevard as he used the ropes to stand . . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! A Chair Shot between the eyes left Sylo leaning. Ninja would still favour his back briefly and managed to observe his surroundings before unfolding the chair. Determined to waste the three-hundred pound behemoth, Kenshiro sped off toward the opposing ropes.

Welcome to Kamikaze Airlines Flight 187; You’re cleared for take off . . .
[ 1 Chair + 1 Over the Top Rope Spinning Head Scissors Takedown = The Equivalent of a Six Car Pile Up ] The bodies literally hit the floor, leaving both superstars immobile for several moments. Marks, great and small, continued to rally behind their appointed saviour in the aftermath. The Underground Champion gnashed his teeth while clutching his leg intently as Kenshiro, landed soundly against the pavement.
Both champions eventually were back up and exchanging power strikes with one another. Sylo managed to deflect Ninja’s Open Palm Strike and prepare him for a Power Bomb of some kind.
However, the catch-as-catch-can specialist retaliated by swinging his leg counter-clockwise & slamming his padded foot against Sylo’s teeth to release him. A 72-mph Snap Kick made standing a difficult endeavour for the hampered Underground Champion.
Ninja’s Vengeful Spirits attack peppered the giant’s body with precision - only to lean a pissed off titan against the ring apron. Ninja’s attempt to hit a Spinning Roundhouse Kick left him open to be caught and shoved forcibly against the barricades.

Sylo with the Running Lariat . . .
OOOHHH! The civilian populace scattered like roaches as the near four-hundred pounder was cast over the rails with a Leg Hook Back Body Drop Suplex better known as The Bushido Bomb! The Tower of Unadulterated Malice remained sprawled out along the lukewarm pavement. Ninja collapsed back to the floor to rest briefly before crawling next to the ring.
A resounding pop rose to the surface as the Legacy Champion dragged a Ladder out of his makeshift toy box. Sylo was able to reclaim his footing - in time to partially block the Steel Battering Ram, speeding toward his face. The Underground Champion staggered backward and fell as the ninja quickly retrieved the elongated projectile. Kenshiro would brace the Ladder against the erect Black Pole before crouching down near the barricades.
The Ronin’s target was back to his feet, bleeding profusely. He was busy wiping the blood from his eye - when Ninja leapt unto the railing and dove at his opposition with a Senton. The masses stood in awe as Sylo was able to reclaim his equilibrium and hoisting the Legacy Champion atop his shoulders. The man-beast remained intent to convert his foe into a Human Lawn Dart but the ninja had other plans . . .

SMACK!
OOOOOHHHHH!
HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . Ninja’s Hurricanrana forced Sylo’s head to careen off the barricades with authority. The former PCW superstar howled as he buried his face with both hands – landing soundly along the pavement. In return, his opponent would angrily clutch his shin - dragging himself away from the partially sturdy obstruction after Sylo. Reddish-coloured spit flew out of the goliath’s mouth as he groggily pushed his way through the crowd.
The man-beast was angry and he made it evident as he snatched Kenshiro up and hurling him several feet away with a wild Two-Handed Toss. Ninja slid seven feet further along the pavement to topple over a handful of civilians. Sylo slid his forearm over his lips to absorb the blood before zeroing in on both Ninja & the Audio Visual scaffold.
Kenshiro was quick to arm himself with a chair and swung it in self-defence. Sylo’s fist collided with the Steel and bent the seat out of proportion. The man-beast used both a Hammer Throw and Kenshiro to clear off the A/V table. Electronic equipment and sparks were strewn all over the place before the screaming fans. A/V personnel were quick to get out of the Monster’s way.
Fists balled up, Sylo would continue scaring the nosy bystanders from his vicinity. He would use his massive boot to wipe out a large vertical speaker. His search for Kenshiro became futile as he was nowhere in sight. Sylo’s head meticulously searched the landscape and slid the table aside but to no avail. ****ing coward . . .

CRUNCH! Ninja flew out of nowhere to bash Sylo’s skull in with another television monitor. The seven-footer staggered backward and waved his arms in a circular motion to remain erect. Kenshiro threw the monitor against the floor and spied one of the rolling sound carts. A bit of innovation made itself evident with a swift Dropkick to it to force Sylo to land face-first against the pavement. Again with the Knee - only a bit more serious. Sylo would muster himself up to lift and chuck the wheeled cart at Kenshiro, who would deftly side-step the projectile.
LoC security sought to intervene by widening the barrier surrounding both champions as Ninja ordered some off the staff members to situate two tables together. Another monitor shot to the head would place him comfortably numb upon the makeshift altar. Dragon Clutch Submission! The intensity of Sylo’s grip would lessen as time went by until his arm fell limp off the table’s ledge. The Legacy Champion wasn’t satisfied . . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! Ninja would cast the chair aside before slipping through the sea of attentive civilians. Cameras Five and One were busy monitoring the announce broadcast position and trying to pinpoint the Midnight Assassin’s whereabouts.
Tony: “Oh My God. . . .Sylo appears to be out of it . . .”
Kane: “We are trying to see where Ninja is going . . .
Stone, Look at this; He’s . . .he’s climbing up the Audio Visual scaffold!”
Tony: “What the . . .?! That’s nearly thirty feet high and . . .No ****ing Way . . .We’ve got security climbing up after him in hopes of getting him down.” *Mic Static.*
Camera One would offer a panned out view of the platform that Kenshiro was occupying. Fans were hungry for the big plunge. The sky lit up with brilliant bulb flashes as he soared from the lofty heights - throwing caution to the wind . . .

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[h=3]CRASH![/h] Visually, his body disappeared out of view before the sickening collision could be heard from such distances. The Kansai Comet hit, summoning an arena-wide eruption. Fists pumping as sheer bedlam had overtaken the crowd. Various chants ran into each other - spanning from LoC to praising a holy yet highly promiscuous turd of lore.
At ground level, Sylo remained buried within the accumulated wreckage. His Japanese rival had lain prostrate, a few feet away along the floor. Several minutes would elapse and neither man were able to get back up. The medical staff were determined to fight through the emphatic mosh pit before eventually reaching the crash site. Security did their best to ward off the wild patrons but their authority fell to the faithful republic.
Both champions were being body surfed away from the scaffold’s proximity. The LoC muscle wrestled their way in pursuit of both superstars, solidifying their apparent loss of control. Kenshiro would recollect himself in order to command the fans to release him - His focus remained on getting his hands on Sylo but he would become submerged within the living tidal wave.
Fans were rocking the medical van out of sheer amusement while some fans climbed on top of it, extending middle fingers and having a good time. The Super Beast had drifted pact Atrium B before being lofted away from the encroaching authorities. The groggy giant was slow to recover, favouring his rib cage and unable to control his direction.
Under his direction, the people would deliver Kenshiro near the ringside area - allowing him to walk off the announce table and roll inside the ring. Target acquired. A mild grimace flashed across his visage as he readied himself atop the turnbuckles. . .

OOOHHH! Kane and Stone were muttering something but Ninja’s Diving Somersault Flip into the crowd, nullified it all a dead issue. An estimated twenty people would be toppled over in the process as both superstars became engulfed by the swirling depths . . .

[h=3] . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .[/h] The men in Black were able to eventually locate and help escort both champions back toward the ringside area. It took some work to roll Sylo back into the ring but it happened. Kenshiro would ignore the deafening ambiance to drape his arm over Sylo’s chest . . .

[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!?????![/h] The fans were on their feet as Sylo managed to jerk over to his right side. A menacing stare would burn a hole through the official’s brain housing group. A brief yet inaudible argument ensued between them before Ninja pulled himself up to the crow’s nest and caught air on the rising monstrosity . . .

. . . . . . . . A Dragonrana by Ninja! Sylo held onto the ropes for dear life and refused to budge. In return, Legacy Champion grabbed a handful of hair and started laying in some serious punches to Sylo’s face! Ninja would fall to the canvas and quickly push off the turnbuckle - adding some momentum for a Tornado DDT! However, The hulking monstrosity cast him off, sending him spiralling back to the canvas hard.

Kane: This capacity crowd is losing its collective mind as both men are down. Ninja is back to his feet . . .What the hell! (An audible sound of a wooden table being rendered to bits)
Stone: (massive pop in the background) OH MY GOD! Sylo just drove him through the table with The Slaughter! Both champions are still down yet Sylo would fight against the fatigue and drag Kenshiro’s lifeless body away from the wreckage. The potent mixture of adrenaline and blood caused him to stagger and fall backwards before turning Ninja over and draping his arm across his chest . . .

[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!!???!?!?!?[/h] The towering menace remained dumbfounded as the Legacy Champion was able to cheat death. The shredded lumber would become trampled by his massive boots before being tossed in the pile of two chairs and the lone iron board.
He would assume a kneeing posture, patiently waiting for him to reclaim his footing. The ninja would fight tirelessly to stand himself up. Sylo was quick to place him atop his shoulders. A quick throat slashing gesture led to Ninja’s downward spiral . . .

WHAM!
SYSTEMATIC SHUTDOWN! Kenshiro painfully contorted his slender frame from the impact as Sylo rested on both knees to take in the everything. His crimson mask began flaking off as he rolled Ninja over and covered him . . .

[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!![/h] Reluctant to accept this reality, the PIW alumnus balled up his taped fists and roared toward the heavens. A flurry of knuckles would rain down on his opponent’s face before shooting to his feet and stomping the living hell out of The Ronin’s chest in frustration. Wobbling toward the ropes, Sylo would leave the ring and drag one of the tables and a small bag into the crowd.
The Blue Demon would stand it erect at a ninety-degree angle before pulling out a bottle of lighter fluid. The Legacy Champion would continue stirring about as the seven-footer heavily saturated the table before setting it ablaze. The Monster ignored the cheering fans and set his sights on the Crimson Emperor. Sylo would allow Ninja to grab unto his torn pants, motioning his to get his ass up.
Something wasn’t right! The massive man-mountain unleashed a guttural roar as Kenshiro began jamming a narrow spike above Sylo’s Knee! The former Super Beast fell backward and frantically slugs his opposition with a Right Hands - buying him time to shatter a crutch over Kenshiro’s Spine!
Ninja had literally just signed his death warrant as Sylo hobbled back to a vertical base and used the ropes to apply more weight to his Asphyxiation Submission Hold. Hobbling away, Sylo would clear the ring of the assorted rubbish before dropping the rising ninja with a solid Right Hand.

Kane: Sylo is a man possessed! What is he doing? He’s got hanging Ninja upside-down . . .(An arena-wide eruption from the stands) HOLY ****! Sylo drove Kenshiro chest-first atop the vast pile of Thumbtacks with the Dominator! The ninja would painfully recoil from being made into a human pin cushion. Sylo allowed him to suffer without a shred of remorse before grabbing him by the hair . . .

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CRASH!!!
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! Kane and Stone dove under the table as Ninja sailed overhead before smashing through the flaming obstruction. Ringside personnel were quick to hurdle over the barricades and cover Kenshiro with a flame-retardant blanket. The blood-thirsty crowd would verbally and physically pay homage to the Teal God of War. The crowd went ape ****.
Rolling underneath the ropes, Sylo would hobble his way over toward his fallen foe. He would clear the barricades and shove any and everyone out of his way before balling Ninja up in the blanket and dumping it atop the announce table. He would rip off the fabric and roll Ninja back inside before covering him with a Lateral Press . . .

[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!!!![/h] A demonic stare would enter the camera’s view as the bell had been sounded. A defeated ninja would tremble underneath his partially singed gi as the man-beast keeled over to his side.

”YOUR WINNER . . .AND NEEEEEEEEEEW AND UNDISPUTED LEGACY CHAMPION!! [h=3]SYLO!!!”[/h] However, his concern remained placed on his ailing knee before rolling unto his back. His eyes drew shut and stare at the lights to fully absorb the moment - Sylo had officially became the flag bearer for LoC. Kenshiro would roll over and painfully fight to stand himself up via assistance of the ring ropes.
Backstage, Trev Echo would snap his pen in disbelief. Mace would shake his head, reluctant to accept what had taken place. The feeling remained virtually mutual from most of the boys in the back as the faces looked on in disbelief. Scott Riktor sighed and merely shut his television off.
Winner: Sylo via Pinfall.

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NO HONOR AMONG THIEVES
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Taken back to the ring, the arena would be serenaded with Sylo’s theme music. This was his night of achievement. Pyro continued blasting from the ceiling and the confetti fell from the heavens. Ninja would steady himself before standing. Referee Mike Hunt would retrieve both belts, waiting to present them to the undisputed champion. However, Kenshiro would snatch the Legacy Championship out of Hunt’s hands. Sylo stood on the defensive of this act. Neither man spoke for several moments.
Ninja would end the stare down by extending the Legacy Championship forward. Sylo hesitated and stared at both the belt and Ninja before solemnly accepting it.
The Monster nodded and cradled both belts against his chest as Kenshiro nodded before slinging his arm over Hunt’s shoulder to exit the ring. A round of applause was in order. . . .

’Paint It Black’ - - The Rolling Stones The infamous ‘boo-birds’ were legion upon recognition of the musical introduction. The black-hearted president appeared with a confident stride. Accompanied by Laurie, Mystique and Angelique, he would reward both men with a round of applause - beaming with a **** eating grin.
From the backstage area, the Faction were out in force. They managed to slip through the crowd and surround the entire ring. Both Ninja and Sylo stood back to back, eager to ward off Black Tom’s forces.
Jonathan Conspiracy would be the first to post himself atop the ring steps. Malik and Khadafi would pound their fists, encouraging on the promise of a beat down. Penance would follow Duzza to stand guard in front of the announce table. Chavez would approach the squared circle and placed both hands on his hips, sneering at both men. Black Tom entered the ring first, still applauding.
"Well, boys, that was one helluva match there, wundn't it?" Seeking the approval of the Faction, Tom would get it in the form of another round of applause. "That's what I call a Main Event! You two boys look like hell! Least like you been through hell. Can't say I'm surprised by that after watching the show y'all two just put on. Damn...that was good stuff!"
So, now that y'all know how I feel 'bout yer match I got jus' one more thing to say to y'all. Good luck."
The wolves surrounding the ring attacked. Sylo would cast both belts aside and floored both Khadafi and Roland respectively. Meanwhile, Ninja would repel JCON with a Side Kick to the Jaw. A Forearm Shiver knock Duzza off the ring apron before going toe to toe with Ray Chavez. The fans were on their feet as the two heros were holding their own against the evil coalition. The chants of LOC were abundant as Penance and Sylo were exchanging punches with one another.
Penance was knocked backward after receiving a stern Right Hook to the Jaw! Kenshiro had finished warding off the former Relentless Champion before trading punches with Conspiracy. Duzza would return with a Chair yet Sylo was quick to snatch the weapon out of his hand. The conniving manager cowered in fear as Sylo raised the weapon over his head . . .

SMACK!
OOOHHH! The fans’s jaws dropped as Sylo laid Ninja would with a shot between the shoulder blades. Ray Chavez stood in dismay as the new Legacy Champion slammed the weapon down against the canvas. The heat index dramatically shifted to the negative as the seven-footed swept his hair back and stood over his crawling prey. His menacing sneer told it all - - Everybody bought into the hero bit.

[h=3]”YOU SOLD OUT!” (x 20)[/h] Ray looked around and noticed his Faction brethren reluctant to jump on the man-beast. His eyes would shift toward Black Tom’s, who sent his girls in to join in the fray. Both Tag Team Champions were finished stomping on Ninja before allowing Angelique to slap him across the face. All the announce positions were relaying to the viewing audience about the recent travesty unraveling before their very eyes.
Chavez approached Black Tom and demanded some answers. Black Tom raised the microphone to his lips but when he noticed his lovely daughter coming up beside him he chose to wrap her arm around her instead. Slipping her the mic he told Ray that perhaps Laurie could explain things better.
"Ray," Laurie began, "It wasn't always gonna be like this. I want you to know that right off the bat, m'kay? We were jus' makin' sure that if you screwed up again, which you did, we'd be ready for it."
Chavez was outraged, "So you cut a deal with SYLO?"
"Oh...no, sugar. No that we had planned from the beginning. I was talkin' bout this."
The public were groaning as Laurie kneed Chavez square in the nuts. Malik shoved Chavez toward a rearmed Super Beast, who would leave him staggering with a violent Chair Shot! Penance would be the first to seize him and spike him into the canvas with his patented Sit Out Crucifix Power Bomb!
Sylo would rest himself against the neutral corner while Duzza placed the chair over Raymond’s visage. JCON gave the crowd the ‘high sign’ before leaping off the top rope . . .

The Conspiracy Theory The spurned outcast’s leg would convulse wildly long after the impact. The Faction were unashamed to praise both former PIW Champions. The women were left out to patrol the ringside area as Black Tom stood over his former general.
Backstage, the cameras would monitor each locker room. The adamant beating of the sealed hatch would prove futile as each assigned room were barricaded by various unattended forklifts. Meanwhile, Khadafi would knock Kenshiro off his knees with a Yakuza Kick to the Face. Duzza would hold to ropes down for Black Tom to enter at his leisure.
Tom leaned over the man he once called "the son he never had" and addressed him as such, "Son. Can you hear me, boy? If you can hear me I want you to know that I don't hate you. I don't hate anybody. Then again...yeah...I do hate you. I hate anyone who jus' can't get the damn job done. Finish him off, boys. Get this piece of garbage outta the ring. He ain't good enough to be in it to begin with."
An embittered Kenshiro pounced on Tom Willimas – intended to snuff out his life with both hands. The fans rallied for Black Tom's head on a platter. The evil consortium would respond almost immediately as they eagerly pried Tom's assailant off of him and swarmed him within a maelstrom of bad intentions.
Ali would send Kenshiro staggering backwards with an Uppercut – right into the JCON's clutches to cinch in The Attention Getter - - The Crippler Cross Face. Kenshiro's muffled screams could be heard as he desperately clawed at Sylo's boots. The War Machine did nothing but kick his hand away.
Angelique pushed her way through the mob and presented Khadafi with a set of Handcuffs, who would use them to bind the ninja's hands behind his back. Black Tom managed to unruffled his feathers and inaudibly order his soldiers to **** him up.
Malik stepped in to grab Kenshiro by the hair and hoist him up into the Mammoth Stretch before dropping him soundly against the canvas. Roland would order his brothers to prepare the table near the ring. Laurie giggled in delight as a bloody ninja, laid writhing at her feet – right before she kicked him in the face.
Penance would step forward, leading the Faction members to fall back. The masked juggernaut seized Kenshiro by the throat to stand him erect before hurling him straight to hell with an Over the Top Rope Choke Slam through the table! The fallen Emperor was no more.
The LoC collective remained despondent from the violent aftermath. On every television, they were all witnessing the very thing many were afraid that would come to fruition. Natalia would hide her tears as she held Max Hopper close.
Callie and Tyke shook their heads in unison as Billows gnarled both fists while fuming in silence. The new blood looked among each other, wondering what this all would mean. Even Brandon Thomas would remain speechless in the privacy of his dressing room.
The Legacy Comissioner buried his face in his hands. The image of would be burned into memory before Buck Logan shut off the plasma; An undisputed champion, standing along the ring apron with both championships, held in his outstretched arms, backed by the Faction in celebration. The unconscious remains of Riktor's faith, strewn within the remains of a shattered table. . .

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Derecho captures the Legacy title from Sylo. (Found it on the "Flashback", got to find the exact show and such.)

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[SIZE=-2] DING
DING
DING
This was unreal. Out of the blue, out of nowhere, this match was just made on the fly by Legacy Commissioner Scott Riktor! The former Superbeast did not seem all that happy that he was forced to defend his Legacy Championship on the fly here tonight.
The last time that these two met, Sylo pinned Derecho's shoulders to the mat to retain the Underground Championship. Derecho put up a hell of a fight, but without any rules, Sylo unleashed the monster within him and made short work of Derecho, but tonight… tonight the rules had been in play… tonight, the Legacy Rules were in effect and with Sylo's inability to do whatever he wanted to, Derecho, a master bender of the rules, proved to be a bigger threat this time around.
The two of them stood there face to face in the center of the ring. Derecho stared the Legacy Champion in the face without fear, but then, a grin.. yes.. a grin came across Derecho's face as he turned and walked away from Sylo only to stop short, turn, and lay in a big right hand to the side of Sylo's face, but that did not make an impact on the Legacy Champion. The former Superbeast shrugged off the punch and Derecho did something he had hoped he wouldn't… that was awaken the monster within.
Sylo exploded with a clothesline, but Derecho anticipated this action and ducked underneath. Sylo spun around and felt a foot being planted into his chest.
Step Up Enziguri!
Sylo staggered back a few steps and Derecho charged in with a running drop kick to the knee that brought Sylo down a bit. Derecho quickly stood and hit the ropes. He came back delivered it with accuracy!
Shining Wizard!
Derecho was unleashing some of his signature maneuvers right off the bat! He drew the champion into rage and capitalized, but would it be enough as Derecho went for the first cover this early in the match?
One…………
Sylo didn't waste any time when he kicked out! He alerted Derecho to the fact that he would not be put down that easily. Derecho got back up to his feet as did Sylo. Derecho with a right hand, then a knife edge chop, then another right hand, followed by a chop, but Sylo put his hand against Derecho's face and shoved him down onto the canvas. Derecho rolled through it and ended up back on his feet, but that did not last long as Sylo plowed through him with a shoulder block.
Sylo hit the ropes and Derecho switched his position to on his stomach. Sylo stepped over and sprung off of the opposite end. Derecho got up to his feet and attempted a leapfrog, but Sylo grabbed him into a bear hug. From that position, Sylo hoisted Derecho up onto his shoulders… the crowd rose to their feet as they expected the Systematic Shutdown, but Derecho wasn't in the right position. Sylo then press slammed Derecho over his shoulder and on the way down, Sylo drove his knee into Derecho's face. Derecho staggered around for a bit, but Sylo didn't allow him any time to fall as he grabbed Derecho by the arm and whipped him into the ropes. Derecho came back and got launched in the air once again!
Blood Lust!
Derecho dropped to a knee then staggered around as if he were drunk. Sylo sprinted to the ropes, bounced off and charged at Derecho. Sylo left his feet as he jumped at Derecho and planted him with a flying big boot to the face! Sylo stood up and let out a war cry as he stared down at Derecho, who lay motionless on the canvas. This was shades of Violence 11 when Sylo had Derecho right where he wanted him before setting him up for his kill.
Sylo hesitated to make the cover. At this early in the match, Sylo had Derecho right where he wanted him and he wanted to make sure that Derecho suffered for even thinking he could challenge him for the Legacy Championship. Derecho had crawled up to his hands and knees and Sylo just tapped his boot on the side of Derecho's head. Derecho shook it off only to find Sylo's boot, once again, tapping against his face. Sylo once again tapped his foot against Derecho's face as, this time, he taunted Derecho to get back to his feet so he could dish out more pain and punishment, but Derecho got sick of the taunting and grabbed Sylo by the leg and used it to bring himself back up to his feet as Sylo hopped up and down to keep his balance while standing on one leg.
Derecho wondered if he could dragon screw the big man, but rather risk it, Derecho reared his leg back and kicked Sylo right in the calf of his right leg! Derecho quickly followed it up with a basement drop kick to the knee and calf of Sylo's leg as he tried to get it to Charlie horse. As Sylo knelt over and embraced his leg, Derecho headed toward the ropes behind Sylo, perhaps he looked for a chop block, but we wouldn't know as Sylo grabbed Derecho and snapped off a vicious powerslam!
One……………
Two…………...
Derecho kicked out!
Sylo brought Derecho up to his feet and sent him into the turnbuckle pads with a harsh Irish whip. Sylo then charged in, but Derecho moved out of the way and Sylo hit chest first into the turnbuckle pads. Derecho got behind Sylo and grabbed him by the waist…. No way in hell….
Sylo fought out of the German Suplex attempt with a reverse elbow to the head. Sylo spun around and went for a short arm clothesline, but Derecho ducked underneath and leapt onto the middle turnbuckle, then to the top turnbuckle and went for a double jump moonsault, but Sylo caught him on his shoulder, but Derecho wriggled free and landed behind Sylo. Derecho grabbed him by the waist and then charged forward as he rammed Sylo front side first into the turnbuckles.
Derecho pulled Sylo back and then slammed him into the turnbuckles once again. Again… Derecho backed up and tried for it a third time, but Sylo grabbed the ropes and put the brakes on. Derecho couldn't get Sylo to budge from his position. Sylo used another reverse elbow to break the grip Derecho had over him. He turned with another clothesline, but Derecho used his quickness, yet again, and ducked underneath. This time Derecho leapt to the middle turnbuckle and twisted off. He grabbed Sylo by the head and looked for a Tornado DDT, but Sylo grabbed Derecho in a bear hug in mid move and dove down with a massive spine buster to counter!
Cover!
One………………
Two………………
Shoulder up by Derecho!
Sylo knelt there with his hands on his knees as he let out a sigh in disappointment. He got back up to one knee and then back up to a vertical base as Derecho laid there in pain. Sylo brought Derecho to his feet by his hair and ignored the admonishment by the referee. Sylo grabbed Derecho by the head and shouted some sort of obscenity at him before he shoved him under his arm and set him up for what looked like a vertical suplex. He lifted Derecho up, but Derecho squirmed free and twisted out of the move where he landed behind Sylo. Derecho then went low with the Chop Block he had looked for earlier to the right leg of Sylo. Sylo went down to one knee, but he quickly recovered and began to rise, but Derecho decided to put a stop to that!
CCS Enziguri!
Sylo fell back to one knee with his head cocked to the side, his eyes shut in pain, but that had been momentary as Sylo began to rise again. Derecho saw another chance as he hit the ropes and charged in toward the rising Sylo. Derecho leapt at him and grabbed him by the head and spun out…
Tornado DDT!!
The champion was down!
Cover!
One…………….
Two……………
Sylo kicked out with ease!
Derecho slammed his fists into the canvas and then proceeded to stagger back up to his feet. Sylo slowly got back to his feet as well. Derecho had lunged in with a super kick, but Sylo grabbed the leg and shoved Derecho onto his back as he continued to shake off the two shots he took to his head. Derecho rolled back up to his feet and charged in at Sylo.
Big Mistake.
WHAM
Blood Lust for the second time this match!
Derecho staggered and fell to one knee as he tried to maintain his balance.. Sylo saw an opportunity and grabbed the knelt down Derecho and shoved him between his legs. He lifted Derecho up to shoulder height.
BAM
Powerbomb #1
Lift.
BAM
Powerbomb #2
Lift.
Sylo got a running start…
WHAM!
Powerbomb into the turnbuckle pads to complete The Three Faces of Sin!
Derecho fell into the corner and was nothing but dead weight. He sat there against the turnbuckle pads with his vision blurred. The monster within Sylo erupted for a mere moment and Derecho had been on the receiving end of a vicious assault by the former Superbeast.
Sylo nudged closer toward the corner, but much to his surprise, Derecho used a drop toe hold to send Sylo face first into the middle turnbuckle pad!!!
How?
Was it heart?
Was it determination?
Was it instinct?
The question may not be answered, but Sylo laid there in the corner with his face on top of the middle turnbuckle pad. Despite that desperation maneuver, Derecho still found it very hard to get back to his feet, but he managed to stagger up and head to the ring apron. Derecho took a brief moment to recollect himself before he ran along the ring apron and then..
SMACK
Shotgun Dropkick!
Derecho PLANTED both boots into the side of Sylo's face and knocked him off of the turnbuckle. His body plopped down onto the ring canvas as Derecho's fell off the ring apron and landed on the floor at ringside.
Derecho put one hand on the ring apron and then the other. He slowly pulled himself back up to his feet and started to laugh at the fact that he couldn't believe he put Sylo down like that, but that laughter turned to fear and shock as Sylo pushed himself up off the canvas and gave a very sinister glare over at Derecho!
Derecho staggered back against the barricades as he stared on at Sylo rising after taking a massive shot to the head.
Was he human?
Who knows, but what we did know was that Sylo was vertical and he stepped over the top rope and hopped down to the floor. Derecho begged off as Sylo advanced toward him. Derecho didn't realize that the steel ring steps were behind him and he tripped over them and fell over. Sylo picked up the pace as Derecho scrambled as fast as he could to get back to his feet. Derecho tried to take off running, but Sylo grabbed him by his hair and stopped him from going anywhere. Sylo then used a simple shove. Derecho staggered back and fell down after he had lost his balance. People wondered why Sylo just let him go… but then…
The true plan came to fruition.
Sylo crouched down low and measured Derecho. The crowd rose to their feet as Derecho pulled himself up to his.
This was it…
Sylo charged..
WHAAAAMMM!!!!!!!
THE SLAUGHTER INTO THE RING POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"HOLY ****"
"HOLY ****"
"HOLY ****"
"HOLY ****"
Derecho was dead. He had to be. No man could have survived such a hit, but it looked like the man who delivered that same move didn't fare so well either as he clenched at his left shoulder in pain.
If Derecho was alive… if he had use of his motor skills… if there was a breath left in his body, this could be the opening he needed, but given his current state, it might be an opening that will come and go faster than desired.
[1]……… [2]………. [3]……….. [4]………. [5]……….
Sylo began to stir as he pulled through the pain in his left shoulder. Derecho was still down and had no moved at all. Sylo was now back to his feet as the referee continued his count.
[6]………. [7]………. [8]………….
Derecho or a count out? Derecho or a count out? Derecho or a count out?
Sylo had to make up his mind quick. [9] ……………..
Sylo chose…… Derecho.
Sylo rolled into the ring and then back out. He could have easily taken a count out and retained his title, but no…. he was Sylo…he was The Destroyer… and he wanted to do just that to Derecho. He wanted to make sure that there was never going to be a third meeting between these two. Two matches.. two different titles… and Sylo was going to send a message that Derecho would never be a champion in this company as long as Sylo held the belt.
Sylo scooped up a lifeless Derecho off of the floor and hoisted him over his shoulder. Sylo then walked up the ring steps and stepped over the top rope back into the ring with Derecho still on his shoulder and then signaled for the end. It was time for the Systematic Shutdown.
Sylo popped his shoulder muscles, but a sharp pain caused Sylo to lose his grip before he could do anything with Derecho. Derecho quickly grabbed Sylo by the head and wrapped his legs around Sylo's body!
Mounted Dragon Sleeper!
Derecho then also used his free arm to apply a half nelson to the arm and injured shoulder of Sylo!!!
This was it!
Would Sylo tap the Legacy Title away to Derecho?
NO!
With a burst of strength, Sylo was able to grab Derecho and snapmare him over onto his back! Sylo reared his leg back as Derecho sat up and delivered a very stiff shot to Derecho's back, which could have been damaged in that spear into the ring post earlier. Derecho was stunned with pain and was about to be again as he felt another sharp twinge rocket through his spinal cord as Sylo delivered another one of those very very stiff kicks that echoed throughout the Arena of Champions. Sylo delivered a third kick…. This time… it was right to the back of Derecho's head and Derecho flopped over onto the canvas and laid there.
Sylo shook his head in disgust as he looked at the beaten and broken body of Derecho as it laid there motionless in the middle of the ring. Sylo looked toward the crowd as he stood over his fallen prey. Sylo then knelt down for a pin……. But he stopped.
Sylo stopped.
He returned back up to his feet and grabbed Derecho by the hair and pulled him back to a vertical base. Sylo sent Derecho toward the ropes, but Sylo felt a tug at his arm as Derecho tried for a reversal, but Sylo wouldn't budge. Sylo pulled his arm back and reeled Derecho into him, but Derecho grabbed Sylo by the head and began to use alternating knee lifts to the temple of Sylo!
Derecho followed it up with two knee lifts to the stomach of Sylo and then took off toward the ropes. He came back and used a Running Knee Lift on Sylo, but the champion remained on his feet although he had been dazed by the hit. Derecho saw his chance as he walked over to Sylo and hooked him for…. An Exploder Suplex!?
As predicted, it wasn't meant to be as Sylo elbowed Derecho in the neck and then grabbed him in a front waist lock…
Gutwrench Belly to Belly Suplex!
Derecho bounced off the canvas and got into a seated position where he looked to be out of it, but Sylo power walked over, pulled Derecho up and hooked him around the leg and waist…
T-Bone Suplex!
Once again, Derecho got into a seated position after landing and Sylo, again, pursued Derecho. He pulled him and grabbed Derecho in a full nelson…
Release Dragon Suplex!!!
But one problem…
Derecho got suplexed right into the referee!!
REFEREE DOWN!!!
Sylo didn't care… Sylo just hit a suplex fury and took a page out of Derecho's playbook. Derecho couldn't stand, but Sylo helped him to his feet… he lifted him up onto his shoulders with an inverted fireman's carry….
This was it!! It was time for the Systematic Shutdown!
CRACK!!!
Wait a minute.
That sound would be a steel chair on flesh, ladies and gentlemen. Having much the same effect as a punch to Sylo's face, with a roll of quarters slipped into your palm, in this situation.
From the crowd, a man dressed in a roughed-up blue leather biker jacket, jeans, and a hood obscuring his face, had hit the ring wielding a chair and struck Sylo in the back! Sylo dropped Derecho onto his feet. Derecho slouched against the ring ropes as he looked on in bewilderment…
He looked on at the assailant, as the man let go of the chair with one hand for a moment, tearing the hood back…
Derecho looked on at…
The crowd looked on at, erupting into a uproar of cheers...
Black Tom, from the skybox before kicking the water cooler clean off it's base, looked on at...
A L...
The Original.
Pulp.
Hero.
A L I A S
CRACK!
Who drove the chair up and over into the top of Sylo's head, once again!
CRACK!
Then took another chair shot at Sylo's skull!
CRACK!
A third chair shot crumpled in almost the rest of the seat of the chair and Sylo fell backward into the mat with a heavy and shocking thud... the crowd was cheering chaotically as The Faction's Champion stared at the lights, blood trickling from a laceration in his forehead. He was out. Cold.
Still...
CRACK!
For good measure... Alias gave him one more shot. Sandwiching the Superbeast's head between the canvas mat and the steel chair. The Spirit of Pro Wrestling, the Ghost of the Decade, took off his jacket and threw it to the side, then tore off the black hoodie and tossed it toward the crowd. There was a heavy glare in his eyes, the left eye now infamously clouded white, and surrounded by scars though still furrowed, that made them look even deeper. He had grown a thick beard since his last big appearance at ACW's Legends II.
Then, suddenly he grinned in the middle of this chaos, grabbing Sylo by his blue hair and propping him up before throwing him towards the ropes. Sylo, improbably semi-coherent from all those heavy chairs probably due to the factor that he was very much still SYLO, rebounded off the ropes and was set-up for... no... not this…
WHAM!!!
A-BOMB INTO THE CHAIR!
Alias stood as Derecho looked on in confusion. There was a pause in the air... surrealism, chaos, confusion. The Original Pulp Hero held his hand out as if to say "all yours, bub".
The Pulp Hero left the ring and crouched at ringside, arms resting on the apron and his eyeline level with the mat itself, to watch his work unfold and in traditional convenient fashion, the referee began to stir and wake up. Derecho wasn't sure if, after all that, Sylo would be out… he had to make sure…
Derecho stumbled to the corner and ascended the turnbuckle pads. He leapt off…
WHAM
Frog Splash for added damage!
Cover!?
NO!
YES!
NOT THIS WAY!
ONE…
TWO…
...
...
THREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DING.
DING.
DING.
The unthinkable had happened.
The whole world shocked beyond belief.
Sylo.
Defeated.
Derecho
The NEW Legacy Champion.
The crowd was uproarious, a mix of jubilation that the Superbeast had been beaten, and outrage that a man such as Derecho was the one to do so. Plus, if you thought the crowd was in a state of shock though... wait for Black Tom and The Faction's response. Just saying.
But why Alias?
Why did he come out here and hand Derecho the victory?
Why did The Tin Angel lay out Sylo?
There was much to explain, and all the time in the world it felt, to do it in.
"Ahem", a voice beckoned from the back.
Alias stood and turned his attention toward the entrance ramp and noticed the Legacy Commissioner Scott Riktor who stood there with a microphone in his hand and smirk on his face. Riktor was overjoyed with what he had witnessed. Sylo had fallen, and in a way he had really handed Black Tom a defeat tonight as well. He was about to express that enjoyment as he brought the microphone up to his lips, also seeing the chaos of the skybox across the other side of the ring hanging there as things flew around in side of it. Perhaps expression of enjoyment through explanation was imminent.
"You know… I mentioned to Ninja K, I mentioned to Ryan Billows, to Ray Chavez and Vince Jacobs... and The Faction... and every man in and out of the shadows" Riktor have a devilish grin, bemused and thoughtful, "... that everyone... everyone would know the identity of the sixth man by the end of No Turning Back, by the time the main event, that six-man tag match rolled around. However... I never said I would announce it AT No Turning Back… therefore… may I introduce you… man number six in the Legacy title picture..."
Riktor hesitated for a moment, as if ready to introduce someone from the back, but instead pointing to the man who stood at ringside. The man who just laid out Sylo… and the man who just handed Derecho the Legacy Championship.
"ALIAS", said Riktor with bass in his voice.
Riktor applauded for Alias and then took his leave backstage, and the crowd was left speechless for a moment... until The Original Pulp Hero held his hands up, locking his fingers above his head to signify an anarchy 'A' to bring them to a roar.
"A-LI-AS!"
"A-LI-AS!
"A-LI-AS!"
There was much to be explained, the violent attacks not withstanding, already giving him a number of enemies backstage, but LoC fans... were more positive on Alias, then negative, at the moment. They had seen him for all of five minutes in an LoC ring, but he had already had such an impact on the foundations of the fed with the things that he had done unseen. But it was not over. Derecho looked on with the Legacy Title in hand, they where cheering another mans name... but Derecho didn't give a damn really, he was champion, his image was glistening back at him in the gold. Alias rolled into the ring and walked over to Sylo.
With surprising care, and a certain odd respect after the fact, Alias crouched down beside the man who's face and now seemed to consist of the colors red and blue. Alias ran his hand along the side of Sylo's face, a bemused look on his face, even he could hardly believe his situation, and then rand his hand up Sylo's forehead and into his bloodied hear. Lifting his head off the mat a few inches, whispering a select few inaudible words, before letting go.
THUD.
With blood on his hands, Alias drew numbers down Sylo's torso... starting with a one down his throat... two, three, four, five... and across the entirety of his abdomen.
1
2
3
4
5
6
Alias was the Sixth Man. Sylo... the Sixth... the Great Destroyer... fallen... victim.
Derecho was the Legacy Champion.
The Pulp Hero, having gotten his fill of blood lust for the night, realized this, wiped his hands on his blue jeans, and extended a hand to Derecho. Derecho reached out and embraced it, shaking Alias's hand. Neither looked gloriously happy, towards each other at least, it wasn't a celebration between them... they just realized the situation either had provided for each other.
Derecho raised the Legacy Championship high into the air and, looking back at Alias, he realized something profoundly ironic. From here on out for Derecho, for the entire Legacy of Champions…
…there was No Turning Back.

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The Sixth Man angle was incredibly fun. I'm glad Jesse was able to continue with Citizen.

I really enjoyed the LoCdown Match as well, actually. I believe I may still have it, even if it may not be cannon. ;)
 

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Interestingly enough, Russ was like, the third person to be booked as the sixth entrant to the match, from what I remember. It was originally Shawn Hart, but then Max Hopper was going to replace him when Ryan had to take a hiatus. Russ joined LoC and he was given preference over Hopper, who was sent to work in the tag division.

It turned out for the better. It was an awesome angle and Alias fit the bill better than Hopper. I think the Sixth Man story may have been built around Alias once he came to LoC, and there might have been different build planned before he got the program.
 

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Yeah, I came up with the Sixth Man angle once that position opened for the second time, it's true. Either Dan pitched the fact they needed a Sixth to me, and I ran with that as an angle, or it came up in conversation over AIM and it spun the wheels in juuust the right way.

I was always interested to see what Alias said to Sylo there...

"Lifting his head off the mat a few inches, whispering a select few inaudible words, before letting go."
 

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I would say it would have been something along the lines of, "Justin, I am your father!"

If that were the case, then not only is Sylo a big freaking smurf, but Christopher Sheffield is a smurf fucker. ;)
 

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The one match that I really hoped would of taken off was the ControlledChaos match that Dan and myself thought up. (He thought of the name and I thought up the concept ;) ) but the one instance that I actually know of us attempting it, hit ...a rocky spot to say the least. I'd love to see it attempted again, especially since it was a match concept designed for the tag division.
 

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I remember when we were writing ControlledChaos. It was during Dan's disappearance when Kyle assumed control of LoC. I think my own contribution had made it up to 15 or 20 pages, and then there were yours and Wil's and I think Brandon wrote some, too?

@Russ, I always imagined Max Hopper would have had a small bit of contempt toward Alias for getting relegated to the tag division after Alias signed.
 

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No, Brandon didn't write some, by that time I pretty much took complete control over Action N Chaos; which pretty much led to Dan offering me an solo spot with Aran. But that match itself was huge, in reading and concept. The rules were hard to follow when the match was laid out. Probably could of been just a show purely based on the one match and nothing but tag teams lol. I still think it could work.
 

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[SIZE=-2]Self Destruction
Ninja K (c) vs. Ray Chavez (Relentless champion at the time) w/ Black Tom and Laurie Williams.
Under the direction of the A/V team, the animated head-to-head vignette would stand as the prelude to imminent war. The Legacy champion’s movements would convey an aura of refined determination, emanating from his often stoic demeanor. His greyish-white locks would stand as the more animated aspect - on his behalf.

The challenger to his throne would exude an omnipresent display of self-assurance & unshakable confidence - his Relentless championship nestled atop his chiseled right shoulder. Black Tom and Laurie Williams were to his immediate flanks, bearing the body language of a supportive cast.
Eventually left frozen in their given stances, the caption underneath would highlight the focus of this main event; The Legacy Championship; Twenty pounds of polished pewter and princess cut diamond studs, custom fitted to adorn its flawless design.
Coveted by all yet unmoved by the identity of neither its appointed bearer nor by the tenure and/or direction of its emissary’s administration. It’s only responsibility is to adorn the waist of its master, while shimmering with an almost narcissistic glare of undisputed authority . . . power and influence . . .
For both challenger and champion, this would stand as their first one-on-one encounter within the squared circle. Unlike their promotional brethren, their mutual resentment would not arise from the concept of familiarity - it would stem from a matter of obtaining power and contrasting principles. Standing upon opposing ends of the morality spectrum, these men were destined to make war with one another.

The fate of an entire promotion will be decided. . . . tonight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The final stage was set with a Crimson & Black backdrop, adorned by numerous pieces of shattered mirrors - - placed in a heart-shaped setting. The backstage curtain placed between the reflective collage and the colossal trinity of super screens.
Camera Eleven would train its eye upon the colorful gathering of decorative poster boards and LoC memorabilia. Camera Six would offer a gradual sweep of the northwest landscape. The sound of forty nine-thousand nine-hundred & eighty seven strong was undeniable. Camera One would place the focus on a well-dressed Michael Buffer.
“Ladies’ & Gentlemen; It is time for your Main! Event! This contest is scheduled for One Fall & it is for the LoC Legacy Championship!” Camera Seven would garner an unprecedented view of the madhouse that was the Arena of Champions.
Several promotional chants would run into each other - exemplifying the pride of this budding wrestling company. This would endure for several moments.
“ARE YOU READY?!” bellowed the well-dressed ring announcer. The crowd’s cheers were legion.
RA :“Legacy of Champions; ARE . . . YOU . . . RRRRRRRRRRREADY?!” A few of the hefty patrons were growing hoarse. A band of college chicks just flashed their titties in front of the screen, turning it into the official cleavage-cam. Niiice.
RA:”Then . . . for the thousand in attendance . . . and the millions, watching at home . . . Ladies & Gentlemen . . . LLLLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO RUM-BLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!”
From overhead, the lights would flicker about with the intensity of an irregular heartbeat. The Legacytron would cast vivid captions to emphasize the level of greatness in one man. Technical proficiency meets the mind of an unacclaimed genius. Bow down to the Devil’s son-in-law . . .
‘Passive’ by A Perfect Circle

”Dead as dead can be,” my doctor tells me
But I just can’t believe him, never the optimistic one
I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy . . . Darkness. This would summon the very worst of this capacity crowd as a lone silhouette of a man, stood encased by the dancing lights behind him. Head down. Knuckles bound into a passive fist. A full screen video montage would be dedicated in his honor - highlighting his road toward achieving championship status.

“ . . . Introducing first, the challenger; From Los Angeles, California . . . Weighting in at an even Two Hundred and Sixty pounds and accompanied to the ring by Laurie Williams . . . He is the current and reigning LoC Relentless champion . . . He is ‘The Equalizer’ RAY! CHAVEZ!” Standing at the apex of the entrance ramp, the Relentless champion would extend his arms outward to summon a brilliant cascade of sparks to christen the very earth he stood on. The commanding general of Black Tom’s hand-picked army would continue making his way toward the squared circle. Leading the way, Laurie Williams would give her best effort to sell the people on the Faction’s ambassador - Chavez couldn’t have cared less.
Sans the presence of his towering enforcer in Penance nor the seasoned experience of his eloquent leader in Black Tom, Chavez would maintain his resolve while brandishing a faint scowl across his visage. His level of focus was absolute. **** this entire gathering of judgmental sheep.
Should his championship campaign prove successful, they would all be among the first to kiss his balls. Chavez would cast a peculiar glare at the referee before looking toward the backstage curtain. He’d continue onward after a few moments.
Being blessed with a healthy set of 38 DD’s and the body of an aspiring Greek goddess, one wouldn’t have a problem believing that she would be able to sell fire in hell. In addition, wearing a skirt shorter than Logan Creig’s attention span. . . . Why in the **** is Camera Three shaking up and down like that?
Audio on Camera Three: (static) (heavy breathing) “Man. . .I’d like to slide my finger down the crack of dat . . .Oh shi. . .(static)
The confident duo of Chavez & Laurie would ascend to the top of the ring steps before exchanging pleasantries for key points of strategy amongst themselves. Given a warm kiss by his valet, the former WWR Heavyweight champion would pass through the ropes. Upon each turnbuckle, Ray would remain unashamed to flash his esteemed prize in front of this massive sea of non-believers before stepping down.
Mike Hunt would carefully take hold of the Relentless title and would entrust the timekeeper to do the same during his return to his assigned post. Ray’s theme music had ran it’s course, thus handing the focus back toward the jeering congregation. Abruptly, the arena would succumb to the blackened veil of darkness.
The eventual resurrection of lights would unveil the presence of a dozen cloaked individuals. Both Faction members would cast a discerning look at each of the cloaked figures, strategically surrounding the outer perimeter of the ring. Laurie would quickly brace herself firmly against her man as the shrouded band of unknowns, began their synchronized yet plodding march up the ramp way.
In pairs of two, they would cast their robes aside like old skin. The crowd would respond in their likeness of the Midnight Assassin. Similar to a living anthology of ninja attire, they each would commemorate the legacy of the infamous journeyman - All adorned with a carbon copy of various championships throughout his career. The lights would momentarily falter.
‘No Association’ by Silverchair

You’ve never wanted to know me before
Little or no association
Leve me alone, I want to live
Stop sucking the blood right out of. . .ME!! This would be the acoustic injection the fans needed to set them off. The trademark billowing overcast of smoke and strobe lighting would stand as their final destination. Complete pandemonium would overtake the arena immediately after the last two had immersed themselves within the man made storm cloud - that was when the self-proclaimed Emperor of LoC quietly stepped into view.

“Making his way to the ring; Hailing from the Kansai Prefecture of Osaka, Japan. . .He is the current, reigning and defending LoC Legacy Champion. . .Weighting in at Two Hundred and Thirty Five pounds; He is the Athletic Freak of Nature. . .Ladies and Gentlemen, Ninja! K!” Affixed to his back were a set of kanji-embroidered brocades. His customized attire bore the colors of Crimson and Obsidian trim to accentuate the menacing gleam of his Legacy championship - held firmly around his slender waist.
A number of wrestling faithful would reach out and touch him during his descent- no recourse would follow in the process. The Ronin’s attention would remain heavily on the asshole, who was busy readjusting the black sheaths along his arms.
Ignoring the collage of tatted poster boards, within the crowd, Ninja would slowly walk up the ring steps. Peeling the championship away from his mid section, Ninja would hold it against his thigh. A ringside tech head would quickly work to remove the brocades off Ninja’s back before bolting away.
Camera Two would embrace the image of an unimpressed Chavez - having his shoulders rubbed down by his esteemed valet. Comfortable within his opposing corner, he’d continue to burn holes through his opposition. Stepping inside, Kenshiro would commandeer the nearest corner and hold his ground.
The company’s symbol of achievement would be passed to the senior referee. The need to petition the fans for their approval wasn’t in the cards - the stakes were too high to **** around with something so irrelevant.
The embittered stares between both champions were mutual. Laurie’s adamant taunts fell on deaf ears as Mike Hunt had finished showcasing the belt before the people and was en route to the ropes to remove the title from the battlefield. Calling both men to the forefront, the in-ring mediator would begin to address both rivals.
At the conclusion of his practiced speech, Hunt would ask both men if they understood the rules. Neither man would respond. Taking everything into consideration, Mike would take a moment to reflect before signaling for the bell.

DING!
DING!
DING! The high impact technician would calmly nod at his enemy before stepping back. His opposition would respond in kind and buy into the preliminary Circle of Assessment. Fingers tingling on each end, both champions would collide with a Head/Collar Tie Up. Chavez was quick to break away. Collar & Elbow Tie Up - Take 2.
Both aggressively vying for control for several moments, Chavez would seize the moment to slip on a snug Kneeling Side Head Lock. Ninja would patiently wait for a shift in pressure to make his move. Wrenching down harder, Ray would make sure that the masked vagabond work for every inch of his vertical base.
A swift modified Forward Leg Sweep by Kenshiro would drive Ray into the canvas, allowing Ninja to swivel about and slap on a Grounded Front Face Lock. Checking extensively, Ray would eventually work himself back up to a single knee.
Not to be outdone, Chavez would slowly power his way out and follow through with an Arm Wringer. Kenshiro’s defiance would lead to Chavez reestablishing himself with a textbook Top Wrist Lock. The Californian’s collective strength and gravity would set the Japanese native at an obvious disadvantage.
Relying on his abdominal and leg strength, the former XWF champion would arch himself back to vertical base. Ninja would quickly slam his Shin against Ray’s calf before whipping his opposition soundly against the canvas with a sudden Over the Shoulder Arm Drag - the prelude to a hasty vice-like Triangle Choke.
Given his level of in-ring awareness, the Relentless champion would manage to roll over unto his stomach. Not one to panic, he’d quickly low crawl backward a few feet before leg scissoring the bottom rope for the legal break. Mike Hunt’s count would stand broken at three as Kenshiro was quick on the release.
Both men would continue casting visual daggers between them on all fours before slowly standing erect. Laurie would belt out a few suggestions to Chavez, stemming from his extensive play book The Osaka native would sweep the hair from his face and remain at the ready.
Hunched over slightly, the warring parties would extend their hands out slightly. Fingers wiggling. Immediately, the Legacy champion would shoot for the challenger’s legs. Ray managed to shuffle out of harm’s way, leading Ninja to try and drop to a knee to catch himself.
This in turn, allowed Chavez to snare his prey by the hair into a Guillotine Submission Hold. Taking a moment to recollect himself and thoroughly inspecting the integrity of the hold, Kenshiro would lift and drop the two-hundred & sixty pounder in short spurts before finally slipping out of the maneuver.
The challenger would put his guard up as Ninja held his fist at the ready - poise to be buried in Chavez’s face. Raymond’s words to the referee urged the ninja to back off. Quietly, the champions would comply. Much to the delight of his lovely valet, Mr. Chavez would stand to readjust his arm wear before readmitting himself into combat.
Both Kane & Stone would continue playing point/counterpoint in regards of both champions. Back to Square One, another Collar a/ Elbow Tie Up. The challenger would bring Ninja down into a Grounded Side Head Lock - all in a measure of containment. However, the innovative champion would break out of the hold by nipping to his feet.
Ninja with a Side Head Lock Takedown yet Chavez would rebuke him and Head Scissor his way out of it. Being the quicker of the two, Kenshiro slipped underneath Ray’s Right Hook and latched unto the rising challenger with a Rear Waist Lock.
In widening his base, a set of Elbows would fail to connect - prompting Raymond to barrel over toward the ropes. Ray was unable to hold on yet his own momentum would help him evade the Roll Up and put him back to a lowered base. Chavez’s Right Elbow would land flush into the ninja’s Jaw. All in one fluid motion, he’d overtake Ninja with a torrid Spinning Drop Toe.
In one fluid motion, Ray’s Rear Waist Lock would lift Ninja up yet a kicking Kenshiro would land himself into a seated posture. Again, Chavez’s second attempt would aggressively garner the same result. However, a small release in pressure, would give Ninja the opportunity to quickly transition from a Hammer Lock to a School Boy Pin . . .

ONE!
TWO! Jerking himself up and outward to land in the prone - with Ninja’s Hammer Lock still intact. His sufficiently padded Forearm against Ninja’s thigh kept him out of harm’s way of his rival’s calloused Knee Strikes.
Deftly swiveling along the canvas aided him in maintaining some reasonable distance. Grabbing a handful of Ninja’s tights, he’d cautiously gather his footing. In spite of the Hammer Lock, Ray would follow through with a Standing Back Body Drop.
In short order, the ninja would advert himself to land with both feet and make a B-line toward the opposing ropes. Kenshiro would run underneath the challenger’s Clothesline. However, his return would allow him be floored by the brunt of Ray’s chiseled shoulder.
Chavez was on the move as Kenshiro nipped up to his feet. Ninja’s attempt to trip him up, would be evaded with a mere Step Over. Ray stopped short - in time to bury Kenshiro into the mat with a ominous Power Slam!

ONE!
TWO!
Ninja with the elevated shoulder! Instinctively, the 1x fWo Tag Team Champion would utilize an Illegal Two Handed Choke to further demoralize his opposition. The in-ring official reach the count of four on two occasions before Chavez grabbed Ninja by the hair and began burying a flurry of fists into Kenshiro’s face.
Mike Hunt had enough and was on the Relentless champion’s case every step of the way. The audience were unashamed to spew a healthy dose of their unified venom at a self-assured Chavez. His brief period of pacing about had elapsed, using a vicious Stomp to Ninja’s head to add insult to injury.
Raymond’s Knee Lift would leave him leaning. An Immediate Short Arm Clothesline would level him for good measure. A swift Elbow Drop would land flush with Ninja’s Chest - the proverbial ‘cherry on top.’ His Lateral Press would entail grinding his forearm against the champion’s cheek. . .

ONE!
TWO! Not even a solid two count as the Legacy champion would power out of the pin fall. Chavez would slap the back of Ninja’s head at random - irritating both target and witnesses to no end. Ray would back his enemy against the ropes before opting for the Irish Whip. Ninja with the Reversal. A punishing Forearm Strike to the Face sent Ray staggering backward. Kenshiro with a Hammer Throw. Chavez would reverse the momentum with a Standing Hip Toss. Ninja floated over. . .

The Osaka Plex
(An Overhead Northern Lights Salto Suplex) A prone Chavez would fire back with both hands. Each would find respite within Ninja’s palms. Chavez would be pull back up to his feet. Monkey Flip by Ninja, who in turn, follows through. It would take some work yet the two-hundred & thirty five pounder managed to pin Ray’s shoulders into the mat.

ONE!
TWO!
Ray’s upper body would fend off the champion’s advances for a moment before being pinned down again. . .
ONE!
TWO! Chavez wasn’t having it. Pinning Raymond’s shoulders to the canvas, Ninja would tip up vertically, Ray’s knees would follow suit. Chavez would utilize that momentum to steal back his vertical base. Ninja’s premature leap would put him into harm’s way as he landed along Raymond’s shoulders. Kicking frantically, he’d escape from Ray’s patented Death Valley Driver.
An Overhand Chop by Ninja would stun the challenger, setting him up for a Half Nelson Suplex. Raymond with the timely block. Snap Mare by Chavez yet Ninja flipped over & landed on both feet - gunning toward the ropes for momentum. Chavez would lift the returning ninja into a Tilt the Whirl. Ninja would slip off - landing face to face with his opposition . . .

SMACK!
WHOOO! Chavez hunched over slightly from the force of an Overhand Slap to the Chest. The billowing wave of crowd heat would go unchecked as Ninja seized his prey by the hair. A battery of Forearm Shivers would leave the Relentless champion strung out along the ring ropes. Ninja with the Irish Whip. Reversal. On the carom, Ninja would pivot & Reverse Somersault over a bent over Chavez. . .

JAPANESE SKULL SPLIT. . . Saved by an instinctive heel hook, Chavez would quickly slide out and away to the outside. The masses began to taunt him as Laurie concentrated on calming Ray down. Kenshiro would fan the flames by holding the ropes down for the challenger - inviting him to come back in for more. Taking his hands off his hips, Chavez would carefully make his return.
The challenger motioned for a Test of Strength challenge, meeting the masked vagabond halfway. Deadlocked. Chavez would dig in. Kenshiro shuffled back to severely hamper his foe’s equilibrium with a Snap Kick to the Left Thigh. Ray was still hanging on. . .

CRACK!
OOHHH! Ray Ray didn’t like that **** at all. His vertical base began to weaken, granting the Midnight Assassin the leeway to break his victim down. Another Buzzsaw Kick would force a grimacing Chavez to extend his arm outward - hoping to bring the Japanese onslaught to a halt. Bad move, Ray.

CRACK!
OOHHH! The shot to the rib cage dropped him. Left clutching his side, Ray remain lurched forward on both knees. Ninja reared back . . .

CRACK!
OOHHH! Raymond’s chest was left with a radiant flush of red. Capillaries were being busted open. His eyelids and first were both clenched. Mouth gaping yet devoid of sound. . .

. . . . . .
CRACK!
OOHHH! Ray Ray didn’t like that **** at all. His vertical base began to weaken, granting the Midnight Assassin the leeway to break his victim down. Another Buzzsaw Kick would force a grimacing Chavez to extend his arm outward - hoping to bring the Japanese onslaught to a halt. Bad move, Ray.
Ninja would be the first to crawl back inside, looking to rip Chavez off the ring apron with a Suplex. However, Ray would be able to float up and over to hang on with a Rear Waist Lock. Ninja with the Standing Switch.
Ray’s botched Back Elbow would leave him open for a Side Head Lock. The crowd would respond to Chavez lifting Ninja up for a Back Drop Suplex over the top rope. The nimble assassin’s agility would place him along the narrow avenue to grab Raymond’s hair. . .

OOOHHHH!
(E) Spinning Head Lock Elbow Drop on the Top Rope = Whiplash[h=6]2[/h]
. . .LoC! LoC! LoC! LoC! LoC! LoC! . . . The Relentless Champion bounced along the canvas, cradling the back of his head & neck. The former 21w Millennium Champion would slide back in for the Lateral Press. . .

ONE!
TWO! Chavez with the Kick out! Quickly, the Legacy champion would go to work on Ray’s neck with a Back Mounted Inverted Face Lock. Hunt would continue monitoring a reluctant Ray’s vitals. Eventually, Chavez would hook his arm around Ninja’s leg to provide him with a base.
Drawing both knees in, he’d power himself up to a vertical base - with Ninja still hanging on with a Body Scissors as well. Amazingly, Ray Chavez would shoot backwards toward the corner.
Kicking out his legs, Ninja would push off the ropes to roll up & over Chavez. Raymond would promptly whip the ninja back unto his shoulder to apply an Argentine Back Breaker. Ray dropped to his knees, applying some damage to the ninja’s exposed ribs. Raymond would plant his knee against Kenshiro’s face while striking a muscular pose. . .

ONE!
TWO! Kenshiro would jerk away from the canvas. Naturally, Raymond would slap on a Fujiwara Arm Bar on his enemy - in hopes of never sampling the Skull Splitter ever again. The Ronin would keep fighting, ignoring the 21 questions Mike Hunt was destined to know.
Seeing Ninja was not ready to hand the belt over, Raymond would pull Kenshiro back to his feet before ramming him shoulder first into the immovable steel beam. Chavez would lift and spike Ninja into the canvas with a tenacious Snap Suplex. Wind milling himself back to his knees, the end result was merely academic. . .

Hammer Lock Northern Lights Suplex
ONE!
TWO! Ray had back bended his way out of the victory to lift and bury Ninja with the same maneuver - putting more stress on his enemy’s arm and back. By hook or crook, the that belt would be his for the taking. . .

ONE!
TWO! Heading back to a vertical base, Ray would double Kenshiro over with a calloused Front Kick to the Abdomen. One Overhand Forearm would lead to ten - ensuring his enemy was down to a single knee. Ray’s Double Under Hook Suplex sent ripples throughout his rival’s spine. He’d grab both of Ninja’s legs and laid in a malicious Groin Stomp to piss of the ignorant masses.
Grabbing Ninja’s legs again, Ray was more than willing to give him an encore performance - an Old School STF. Considerately disoriented by the pain, Kenshiro would steadily rebuke the urge to concede. Crawling over toward the ropes would become a chore in itself.
The fans prodded him to hang on. Laurie would begin ranting about Ninja’s advancement until Ray started burying Elbows between Ninja’s shoulder blades that’s when Chavez would switch over to a secured Camel Clutch. Fists flaring, the Legacy champion would drag himself closer toward the ropes. The masses would start booing as Laurie held the ropes out of Ninja’s reach.
Finally, Ray had enough & delivered a weighted Stomp on the ninja’s arm before utilizing his leverage on the ropes and his boot to drive the air out of the aspiring champion. Being the habitual line-stepper he was, the Relentless champion would allot himself a moment of self praise before returning back to work.
Chavez with Brain Buster. It should have been but Ninja managed to slip off. A seventy-five mph Buzzsaw Kick would slam into Raymond’s lower back. The cheering populous would grimace along with the recipient of the attack. Another similar Kick would land audibly against the challenger’s Left calf - dropping him down to a single knee.
The trifecta would be complete as the Abdominal Shot left Chavez gaping on all fours. Shuffling back a few paces, Ninja would kick a field goal with Raymond’s rib cage. Tony Stone was muttering something about the brutality being displayed in earlier events when Ninja stood atop Chavez’s back. Ninja’s ascension would be short lived and to the point. . .

OOOHHHH! Ninja’s eccentric 450 Splash had the potential to reduce Raymond’s insides into paste. The promotional chant would be brought out from the masses as Ninja and Chavez were both ailing from the attack. Laurie would snatch her cowgirl hat off as Chavez was soon covered by the Athletic Freak of Nature. . .

ONE!
TWO! The Relentless Champion’s body would jerk wildly out of the pinning predicament. No worries as the Osaka native was quick to ignore his condition and slap on a convincing Sickle Hold. Black Tom’s baby girl continued slapping the ring apron repeatedly with Chavez willing himself to fight on.
Ninja would roll over unto his stomach to further complicate matters with an FTS. Raymond’s arms would wave frantically - in part he was a mere fingertip away from the ropes. Laurie reached out to him, helping Chavez to dodge another bullet. The Arena of Champions would become the rest haven for angry fans as Laurie feigned her innocense to the in-ring official.
The pain was intense as Chavez draped his upper body over the bottom rope. Laurie held him until the ninja closed in. Ray was unable to keep Ninja’s Slingshot Guillotine Leg Drop from sandwiching his face against the ring apron. The audible thud would force most of the viewers to cringe.
The sickening recoil would leave Chavez cradling the back of his neck, wildly churning his legs in utter anguish. Landing a few feet away from Laurie, Ninja would send her running out of harm’s way. Referee Mike Hunt’s words were easily ignored as Ninja focused on making his transition from the floor to ring apron.
Meanwhile, Chavez would ascend from the kneeling - with Hunt urging Ray to respond to him. Moment’s later, Ninja would rear back to unleash an aerial assault. However, Chavez would quickly use the referee to shield him from the attack. Ninja hesitated and dropped down to reset himself - that’s when Laurie opted to latch herself unto Ninja’s leg.
While Ninja was busy shoving Laurie to the floor, Ray would cast Mike aside before sending Kenshiro airborne with a Running High Knee to the Face! The infamous ‘boo birds’ were out in full force as Raymond shooed away an angry referee.
Camera Two was at Ground Zero. Kenshiro was on one knee, grimacing from the rough landing against the barricades. Eventually rolling himself to the outside, the sandy-blond devil would lean the champions back with several solid Right Hands.
After opening up a mixed bag of Punches & Kicks, he’d repeatedly use his Knee to sandwich Kenshiro against the unforgiving rails. Standing his enemy up vertically, Raymond’s hatred would come with a receipt. . .

SMACK!
WHOOOO!
Overhand Slap by Chavez. Right Hook. Front Kick. European Uppercut. . .
SMACK!
WHOOOO!
Kenshiro with a Knife Edge Chop. However, every boot by Chavez came measured by with malicious intent before leaning the champion back. . .
SMACK!
WHOOO! Clutching his chest, Kenshiro was back down to a single Knee. Snatching a beer out of a morbidly obese fan’s hand, Chavez would pop the plastic top before dousing his enemy’s head with it. Ninja was pissed and temporarily blinded. His Caucasian foe would continue mocking his inability to zero in on his target. The random Slaps across the Face would allow the ninja to overexpose himself.

Front Kick. Running Start. Shoulder First into the Ring Steps! Chavez would place Ninja into a Full Nelson, affording Laurie the opportunity to slap the ninja across the face. Embittered by the cowardly cheap shot, Ninja’s actions would send her running off toward safety. Raymond had the remedy.

Chop Block Upon impact, Kenshiro would roll into a collective heap. Clutching his leg, the Kansai bred superstar be deemed the rightful beneficiary of another Boot to the Head. The fans has a fetish for the negative and Ray loved nothing but to accommodate. However, he needed to give something back to the fans besides a T-shirt. . .

**** YOU, FLORIDA! That went over well with the fans and the ref. The middle finger was an added bonus. Chavez knew he was on a roll, sending Ninja for the ride towards the opposing pole. Kenshiro slammed into the metal obstruction and fell to a seated position quickly, allowing Chavez to slam his arm forcibly against the unforgiving steel pillar - his good arm at that. The self-proclaimed Devil was busy trying to extinguish the fire set within his arm. Meanwhile, Ninja was allotting himself some time to rekindle his lost vision. Plodding after his blonde oppressor, Kenshiro would shove Chavez back inside.

SMACK!
WHOOO! An Overhand Chop to wear down his enemy. An Irish Whip by Ninja would send Chavez bouncing hard into the corner. Chavez charged in but say Ninja tipping up in advance. He’d deliver a Kick to Ninja’s treasure house that would rival Hardcore Holly’s before connecting with a wicked Wheel Barrow Suplex.
Like Black Tom told him, ‘Expect the unexpected.with this one’ With the tenacity of a Pit Bull, Chavez held on while rolling back his feet - to serve Kenshiro up with something fresh out the kitchen. . .

HALF NELSON DRIVER The smarks’s appreciation for Ray’s technical diversity would blur the lines of good & evil. Ray rolled him over. Cover. . .

ONE!
TWO!
THRE. . .OOHHH!
PAY THEM NO NEVERMIND, HONEY! KICK HIS ASS! Camera Two would zoom in and see the look of frustration settle across Raymond’s face. Sifting a heavy sigh through his feet, the high impact technician would wring the pain out of his arm before going on. 'Maybe she was right' Ray thought while draping Ninja along the top rope with a Front Ring Rope Suplex.
The challenger was looking good on his way toward the ropes. Ray’s Drop Kick would send the ninja crashing into the barricades once again. Laurie started clapping her hands & praising her man.
Sauntering over toward the announce table, Ninja would seek to recover from the recent beating by the upstart veteran. Taking a page out of the ol’ aerial cookbook, Chavez would take flight with a Tope Suicida! Ninja saw it coming. . .

OOOHHHH! The announcers’s play books and cliff notes would be scattered to the winds as the challenger skated across the table before spilling into the guardrails. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Ninja would ignore the screaming idiots to start choking Chavez with the television power cords - out of the view of the referee. The commotion would remain brief as the bloody scowl of Chavez showed up on the big screen.
With Chavez, crawling from behind the table, the announcers would scurry away. The Back Mounted Cross Face Forearms would only summon more blood to the surface. Laurie Williams would continue screaming at the ninja, who would lift and hurl the ring steps at her.
The fans would clamber on aimlessly as it careened off the black pole. Ninja’s intentions would be made clear by his positioning - His XWF roots were subject to resurface.
Ninja with the Brain Buster. Blocked by Chavez. Ray with a Knee to the Stomach. Power Bomb! No! Ninja flipped out and landed to drive a Knee into his enemy’s face. Ray’s able to block the Sunset Flip Pin by dropping down. The champion back bended his way up to his feet and connected with a Standing Back Kick. Hammer Throw by Ninja toward the announce table. Reversal by Chavez - who missed with the Clothesline. . .

The Victimizer
(A Leaping Double Roundhouse Kick) Chavez would begin staggering wildly - collapsing atop the announce table. Ninja grabbed the challenger by his tattered mane. Chavez swung with an intentional Left Hook. He missed. Ninja would seize him with a Rear Waist Lock. . .

THOOM!
OOOOHHHH!
CLANG!
OOOOOHHHHH! The Gemini Suplex would turn Chavez into a human pinball, bouncing off the ring steps before being jettisoned over the barricade - in one fluid motion. A chant for the divine feces would render everything difficult to focus on anything.
Ninja was a little shaken up yet ready for combat. From behind, Laurie would pounce on the unsuspecting ninja’s back. Tying to claw his eyes out, Laurie would realize she was better off watching from the sidelines as Ninja laid his hands on her. . .

WHAM!
OOOHH! The Ronin’s aggressive Snap Mare would bounce the little lady ass first against the unforgiving metal base. Her marred face told the story. She wanted to scream but was unable to project it.
Another ominous fecal chant would render her tears devoid of concern. Ninja would drag her by her hair off the small platform but Mike Hunt would be there to intercede on her behalf - something about ‘conduct unbecoming of a champion’. Whatever.
Climbing over the guardrails, Ninja sought to retrieve his adversary from the crowd and pulled him back over. Chavez would burst into the scene with a Running Ax Bomber - knocking the champion back over the barricades - unto the padded earth.
Infuriated by the ninja’s actions, he’d take the fight to Kenshiro - in hopes of regaining some retribution. Mike Hunt was busy attending to Laurie’s condition while both combatants were still warring with one another.
Back inside the ring, Chavez was a man of vengeance as he leveled the ninja with another Short Arm Clothesline. Tugging on the ropes, he’d try to crush the life out of the ninja before Hunt made his immediate return. Ray would stand Ninja up and whip him to the opposing corner - following in hot pursuit. Chavez connected with an accurate Turnbuckle Clothesline.
After stomping on his bothersome rival, Chavez would latch unto Ninja’s legs - ready for a Short Power Bomb. He pulled Kenshiro into the air but in holding unto the ropes, the cat-like ninja would land in a crouched posture. Immediately, Kenshiro would cut Chavez down to size with a Drop Kick to both Knees.
Ninja would use Raymond’s hair to lead him in closer to the turnbuckle. Tornado DDT Time! Laurie was a woman scorned and had a firm grasp of the ninja’s foot. Referee Mike Hunt was there to get her off the apron. Ninja would cast off but Chavez would bring himself to a screeching halt. . .

Inverted Atomic Drop!
. . . . . .
FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!
Hunt slid down for the cover. . .
ONE!
TWO!
THRE. . .OOHHH! That arm of Ray’s was beginning to bother him - not as much as not being able to end the ninja’s legacy. It would only solidify that look of contempt for both Ninja and the referee while recovering. Ray would drag his thumb across his throat signaling for the end of Kenshiro’s reign. With his opponent seemingly out of it, Raymond would point to his lady love before ‘lowering the boom’ on Ninja.

CRADLE PILDRIV...ER! NO! Hanging Arm Bar by Ninja! Ray began screaming emphatically as Mike Hunt remained a mainstay in his ear. If only Ray could clasp his hands together. . .Unsuccessful. . .but wait. . .Fingers interlocked, Chavez dug deep within.

AAAAAGGGHHHHH!! The fans were still cheering as Ray only manage to bring the ninja several inches off the floor. Mike’s running his mouth. Laurie was jabbering about something. Gotta think. . .Stay focused. . .

AAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!! Chavez would lift the ninja above sea level before bracing two hundred and thirty five pounds across his shoulders . . .

CRUNCH!
(Death. Valley. Driver) However, the impact would rattle Ray’s hampered shoulder and he began rolling away to his side. Laurie was livid, screaming at Chavez to pin Ninja. Struggling to regain his footing, Laurie’s client would stumble upward to a vertical base.. . .

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!! Two & nine-tenths! Chavez screamed at the top of his lungs, still cradling his hampered arm. Laurie would continue stomping around along the outside, throwing her hat down and angrily slapping the ring apron. Thunder would begin rolling within the stands as both contenders struggled to rejuvenate themselves.
Raymond’s fist was bouncing off the canvas like lead raindrops. A leery champion would use the ropes to stand himself erect but he would have unwanted help in the process. Grabbing Chavez by the wrist, Ninja reared back. Chavez would manage to grab the referee’s shirt, pulling him into the line of fire. . .

OOOHHH
The Temporal Shift
(A Koppou Kick) Mike Hunt was down! A great number of fans would advert their attention toward the entrance staging area. Realizing his fatal error, Ninja would attempt to physically amend his mistake. As Kenshiro dragged Mike out of harm’s way, Laurie would slide in a Steel Chair. The masses would continue booing his un-sportsman-like conduct.
Chavez was through ****ing around. If he couldn’t beat his opponent fairly, he’d have to resort to doing things - the Chavez way. Ninja would lazily paw a Kneeling Chavez. . .Ray with the Low Blow!
Satisfied with the limited movement of his prey, Ray would aggressively position the chair between the middle and top rope before landing another Stomp on the fallen vagabond.
Dragging the virtually depleted ninja by his hair, the West Coast phenom would work to lift the battered champion unto his shoulder before tossing the champion across the air like a human lawn dart. . .

CRUNCH!
OOOHHH
A Running Release Power Bomb into the Turnbuckle The impact against the Steel Chair rang out like a shot. The multitude of marks groaned in the aftermath. Kenshiro was dead. Still cradling his arm, he’d motion for his valet to bring him another chair. Despite being stricken by utter pain, the Equalizer would flash an eerie smile for his efforts.
Ninja’s movements were sporadic, at best - leading Miss Williams to climb in to even the score. The congregation were all the more pissed off and unashamed to let the Faction know it as Laurie kept stomping and kicking on the often rebellious ninja. Chavez would order Laurie to slide the chair under Ninja’s head like a pillow before turning his attention toward the referee. . .

GET YOUR ASS UP, HUNT! Laurie would subtly slap the referee out of unconsciousness. Dragging him by his striped shirt, Chavez would kick Mike in the ass before dragging Kenshiro out to the middle of the ring. Staggering toward the corner, Chavez would drag himself to the top - poised to end the match with a bang. Chavez would take flight . . .

WHAM! Ray’s tribute to Randy Savage missed! Landing squarely atop his ailing arm, he would be reduced to a blithering mess. Clawing his way toward his enemy, Ninja would rally the people to keep the faith. Cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE. . .OOHHH!
BOOOO!! Statuz Quo had successfully dove into the ring and ripped Mike Hunt off the canvas. Malik would follow suit and turn Ninja inside out with a Running Lariat! The ring would become littered with trash as Quo used his patented Ether to put Mike Hunt out of commission. Together, the Tag Team Champions would begin beating the breaks off Ninja’s ass.

**** YOU, CHAVEZ!! (Clap x5) . . .Set recording for numerous repetitions The unworthy challenger would direct his soldiers to eliminate the opposition. The Mammoth would impose his will on Ninja with an earth-shattering Power Bomb! Leaning back against the ropes, The King of the South would C - Walk his way to the prone assassin to A-Town Stomp his ass back to Osaka. . . .

’Pariah’ - E. Town Concrete To say the crowd ‘exploded’ would be a complete understatement; Nogzilla. Cheese. The Legion of Dairy were burning a trail toward the squared circle. The Tag Team Champions would meet them head on.
Nog slid through Malik’s legs and rebound off the ropes - scored with a Double Mule Kick. The fans cheered as Cheese & Roland were busy exchanging Punches between each other. Ray Chavez would spin Nog about to catch a Clothesline from Belle for his troubles. Quo would recollect himself to Hammer Throw Nog toward the ropes before a Cactus Jack-like Clothesline, sent both of them tumbling to the outside.
Irish Whip by Cheese. Reversal by Roland. Malik would miss with the Running Boot. A Running Shoulder Block would connect, staggering the man-mountain back toward the ropes. Nog would slide back in to aid his partner in crime. Laurie would continue running around like a headless chicken. . .
A Double Drop Kick by the LoD would send Roland through the ropes and to the floor respectively. Statuz Quo would be the one to drag Cheese via both legs to the outside. Together, the Tag Champions were doing a number on the Dairytown native before Nog laid the trio out with a Running Over the Top Rope Senton!

LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . The brawling would eventually spill over the protective barricades, prompting security to keep the civilian populous out of harm’s way. Laurie would hover a dazed Chavez, trying to revive him. Unbeknownst to her, the battle-hardened champion was staggering back up to one knee.
The masses cheered as Kenshiro snatched her hat off and cast it aside. Frantically, Laurie would head for the hills but the Legacy champion snatched her off her feet by her hair. Her screams would only stir the sprawled out Chavez and keep the masses praying for her downfall.
Angrily, she would fight and claw him like the hell-cat she was until she launched her foot toward his Jade Marbles. Kenshiro caught her foot. Laurie gasped in horror as the Ronin hoisted her up toward the heavens. Black Thong. Nice cheeks. She must work out.
It was then that gravity and Ninja’s ten second pose would bless the world with a Camel Toe Shot of the Year. This was for Phoenix Riktor. . .

WHAM!
The Midnight Symphony
(A Mexican Stretch Buster)
. . .[h=2]LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC![/h] . . . Laurie was finished, laying down as a beautiful blond heap. Kenshiro knelt over her to a moment before regaining his vertical base. . .

SMACK! The crowd would spew venom at Raymond for waffling Ninja from behind. Ninja would drop down to a single Knee, bearing a stern grimace upon his visage. The steel chair landed with a thud as Ray hobbled over and started wailing on the kneeling ninja.
With both hands, Chavez would continue taunting the champion - bits of spittle would dance from his quivering lips. His ranting was inaudible yet his actions demanded revenge - in the name of his woman and adopted family. The Dairytown soldiers were still trading blows with Malik & Quo within the sea of humanity.
The Relentless Champion would hurl Ninja upward for the DVD! Gnashing his teeth and all, Raymond teetered against the amassed weight. Kicking his legs about, Ninja would slip off and land on both feet. . .

Inverted Head Lock Back Breaker Rigid spine and all, Chavez slowly collapsed to both knees before coming to rest atop the ring’s epicenter. The Legacy Champion would continue heaving from both all fours before dragging himself back to his feet. The accumulated damage had set in yet Kenshiro stumbled his way toward the nearby chair. . .

SMACK! The metal seat would be flung over the top rope, bouncing soundly against the announce table. Chavez would painfully roll over to stare at the pretty lights above. Climbing up the turnbuckle garnered a reasonable level of interest as the cameras were zeroed in lieu for the coup de gras. Standing erect, he’d stare deep into Chavez’s beady little eyes.

’Always look your demons in the eye before you kill them.’
The Legacy Champions soared . . .
. . . . . .
WHAM!
The Fall of A Seraphim
(A Cannonball Senton Bomb) Ninja velocity would bounce him a few feet away from the quivering Chavez. Landing against his side, he’d hear the legion of voices - emanating from the stands. The repetitive chant of LoC would urge him to claw his way over and bring this dark chapter to a close. The referee was nowhere to be found until a familiar face, climbed over the barricades. . .

Scott Riktor Shoving the Mike Hunt back into the ring, the Legacy Commissioner would egg him on to make the cover. Ninja hooked his enemy’s leg deeply. . .

ONE!
Malik & Statuz Quo were still brawling with the Legion of Dairy, trying to get back inside the ring. . .
TWO!
Both men would break through and reach the ring apron - only to be held back by both Nog and Cheese. . .
THREE!! Game over. ‘No Association’ by Silverchair would scream out of the PA. Black Tom’s forces appeared downtrodden along the outside while the heroic insurgents threw their fists into the air in celebration. The ring announcer would step through the ropes and present the Legacy title back to its rightful owner, who would pin it against his weary chest.

”Your winner of the match. . .and still your LoC Legacy Champion! Ninja! . . .” Malik and Ronald would drag their fallen comrades out of the ring and help them make their way toward the backstage area. Still coughing up crimson, a defeated Chavez would mutter curses under his breath. Malik & Statuz Quo would continue pointing back at the Clown Princes of Tag Team wrestling, both swearing revenge.
Kenshiro would slowly ascend to the second turnbuckle - dangling the Legacy Championship belt at his side. Looking out into the crowd, he’d nod in affirmation and acceptance before staring down towards Riktor.
Tipping his Aviator shades, Scott would pound the left side of his chest. Pausing for a moment, Ninja would do the same before Riktor and the LoD climbed back over the railings. Left to bask in the adoring rays of victory, Ninja would pace about the ring and recollect his wayward thoughts. . .
Abruptly, the playing of Silverchair, would stand aborted. Kenshiro started toward the ceiling before darkness overwhelmed the arena. The Legacytron flickers to life with the flurry of electronic snow, dancing along the vast screen. The PA would crackle back to life on its own. . .

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[ The scene would reemerge as if the camera was being drawn toward a place or point of interest. Buildings and vehicle lights were but a mere blur as the scene had closed in on the massive screen within Times Square.]
. . .Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride & sincerity that present this recording, as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during out generation. . .
Allow me to re-introduce myself. . .My name is HOV! (Massive pyrotechnical explosion) OH, H-to-the-O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z. . .
[The New Year’s ball would slowly slip behind the screen, thus reveling the identity of the individual in question - electronically customized by design.]
[h=2]JCON[/h][h=2][/h] The Arena of Champions was figuratively set on fire by the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling faithful. Camera Five would embrace the energy, surging throughout the stands.
The Legacy Champion would remain indifferent by the rabid display - until the former PIW heavyweight Champion, stepped through the backstage curtain. The competitive fire began burning within. . .
With both hands in his baby Leather jacket and urban attire on his person, Jonathan Conspiracy would take a good look at his new surroundings.
Kenshiro would scale his way back atop the turnbuckles and extend the title before him - sending the newcomer a personal invite to contend for the Legacy championship. Right here. Right now.
Nodding his head in amusement, JCON would end the program with his arrogant trademark sneer. . .

The promotion better known as Legacy of Champions just became One Letter Better. . . Winner: Ninja K via Pinfall.

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10-Man Battle Royal for the Underground Championship.
Date: September 4th, 2005

Having returned to the ringside area, the cameras would casually sift through different visual perspectives through the arena. As the in-ring announcer began explaining the in & outs of the main event, herein lies the point of the matter; LoC proudly presents Underground Championship Battle Royal -- 10 unnamed challengers…1 golden opportunity to rule vice over the entire Underground division.

Over the top eliminations? Not in this house. Pin Falls? Submissions? Knockouts? Pick your poison so in order for one individual to lay claim to the Underground Championship, this was all a matter of survival…By Any Means Necessary…

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’Apocalypse Please’ - Muse Drawn out by the musical introduction, the Ring Rats Wrestling export would be the first to segregate himself from the backstage area. Sneering as if his **** smelt like Burberry cologne, the arrogant newcomer would summon a brilliant cascade of golden sparks from atop the ominous screen.

DING! DING! DING! At this time, Entrant No. 1; From Los Angeles, California…Weighting in at Two Hundred & Twenty Five pounds…SEAN!!!! DAVIS!!!!
With a timely display of preening and showboating, the California native would cast his robe aside before passing through the ropes. From atop the nearest turnbuckle, Sean would continue to fan the flames of cheap heat before stepping down awaiting the debut of the next superstar…

Cue ‘Torn Apart’ by Stabbing Westward Almost immediately, a large portion of the fans would cheer in unison. The latter would respond with jeers. Their reason -- The presence of an animated phoenix. Its wings flapping rhythmically across the vast trinity of super screens with an approaching silhouette from within the depths of the flames…
“Weighting in at Two Hundred & Twenty Seven pounds…He is the 2nd entrant of this contest…From Fort Lauderdale, Florida…PHOENIX!!! RIKTOR!!!
Reckless. Freakish. Reclusive. Regardless of public opinion, the Phoenix appeared ready. A set of flaming spires would rise defiantly as the anti-establishment bound superstar began his descent toward the squared circle. Sean would continue spewing insults at the social anomaly as Riktor slid underneath the ropes, while offering Davis a unsettling glare. This would be all the motivation the bastard needed to launch a preemptive assault on the former UWA Cruiserweight champion.
The ringing of the bell would become replaced by the weighted stomps lain upon the Florida native’s person. However, in weathering the hail of fists and boots, the green eyed deity would arise and offer his tribute of knuckles to his oppressor‘s abdomen. Sean would lay in a number of Overhand Forearms to Riktor’s back only to be taken down with a sloppy Spear.
Much to the delight of the fans, the volatile exchange would continue as both men tussled along the canvas. In one fell swoop, Phoenix would forcefully shove the California native into the corner…

SMACK!
WHOOOOOO!! Sean’s gaping maw would express the impact from an Open hand Slap across the Chest. A stiff forearm by Riktor would lean Davis back against the turnbuckles before applying a Double handed Choke on the promising blue chipper. Climbing upward, the Eccentric One would begin laying a succession of fists into Davis’s skull…

….1!! …2!! …3!! …4!! …5!! … In retaliation, Davis would connect with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Making haste, Sean would cinch up the scrupulous superstar and dump him unceremoniously over the top rope with a modified Vertical Suplex!

SPLAT!
OOOHHH!! A look of pure anguish would follow Riktor’s sense of immobility. In the meantime, an unsatisfied Davis would slide underneath the ropes and begin rummaging underneath the ring apron. Seeing the dread locked rebel was still reluctant to lay down, it would be high time to offer Riktor a brief period of instruction on how to stay down…

SMACK!
(1) Steel Chair + Excessive Force to the Spine = (1) Phoenix Riktor spilling over the protective barricades. Security was on hand to ward off the masses as Davis was busy acknowledging his own genius. Climbing over the padded obstructions, Sean would playfully taunt the Wreckless Wonder with a bevy of paintbrush slaps to the head before luring him back to his feet…

AAAHHH!!! ****!! YOU MOTHER****ER!! A cup of alcoholic swill to the eyes would reduce Davis into a staggering mess. Stumbling about blindly, a Scoop Slam against the unforgiving pavement would present Sean a swift moment of clarity. Meanwhile, the eyes of the public would find themselves lured toward the entrance staging area. It would appear that a countdown was taking place along each screen…

…6!! …5!! …4!! …3!! …2!! …1!! The sound of a piercing buzzer would echo throughout the arena as all eyes were transfixed upon the entrance…

‘Faint’ by Linkin Park From overhead and across the entire entrance staging area, a barrage of Orange & Blue hues would dance feverishly about. The former Underground Champion was back to reclaim his throne and the masses would respond in kind. Ignoring his rolling vignette sequence, the Fanatic made tracks down the angled ramp way.
Armed with a steel chair, the masked superhero would quickly assess the situation before perching himself atop the turnbuckles. The dense multitudes would stand in anticipation as the brawling fiends stood unaware of his presence. After directing the civilian bodies out of harm‘s way, the former Underground Champion would take flight…

CRACK!
OOOOHHH!! Both warring parties involved were forcibly laid to rest, courtesy of an arabesque version of a Surfboard Dropkick. Being the first to his feet, the Fanatic would feed off of the energy-driven crowd. A bleeding Riktor would drag himself away as Sean would become the paladin’s primary target.
Mere hands would morph into Fists of Justice as the Fanatic began beating on Davis. The Fanatic with a Hammer Throw. Davis with the Reversal, leading to the gallant superstar to bounce against the railings with authority. The D.C. resident would come barreling in only to sent airborne with a standard Back Body Drop.
Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, the cruiserweight crusader would reassert himself into action by shoving his opponent underneath the ropes. One Scoop Slam later and the Fanatic would amp the crowd by flashing them the ‘high sign’. From atop the turnbuckles, the heralding dynamo would take to the skies once again…

OOOOHHH!! The crowd momentum would undertake a dramatic shift as the Fanatic’s botched Corkscrew Moon Sault failed to connect. A resurgent Sean Davis would be more than welcome to capitalize on the opportunity. The flurry of boot heels to the hero’s body were overwhelming. Having flashed a middle finger to his opposition, the LoC newcomer would further piss off the masses by finally locking a defiant Fanatic into the Sharpshooter.
The patriot’s fists would gnarl with intensity from the ensuing waves of pain. However, that wouldn’t explain the reason for the crowd’s sudden roar of approval. From out of nowhere, the Phoenix would announce his return with a blindsiding Lariat on Sean.
With a healthy pop still resonating throughout the building, Riktor would continue his personal assault on Davis. Having hobbled back into the fray, the Fanatic would lead the gothic oddity away with an Irish Whip. Riktor with the reversal. Returning with a sense of urgency, the Orange & Blue superstar found himself caught up and drilled by a Phoenix Riktor Tilt the Whirl Back Breaker! Matt with the cover…

…1!! …2!! … (Audible groan from the fans) No thanks to Davis’s Sliding Elbow Drop on Riktor‘s head, the Fanatic would stave off elimination. However, the countdown would once again lure the masses toward the staging area…

…4!! …3!! …2!! …1!! …BZZZZZT!!!! The gentle strumming of a guitar would stand as the prelude to Latin Thug by Cypress Hill, amassing a torrid pop from the people. Accompanied by the brilliant Red, White & Green flashes throughout the arena, Guadalajara’s Finest would come streaking towards the squared circle. Meanwhile, Fanatic would take the fight to the dread locked punk from Florida.
Deftly avoiding Sean’s intended Clothesline, the aerial daredevil would leap-frog over Riktor and Fanatic before rebounding off the ropes. Phoenix with a kick on the Fanatic. Running off the back of a kneeling Fanatic, Cordova would soar over Riktor’s head and eject Davis out of the ring with a Satellite Arm Drag Takedown. The arena went nuts. Standing atop the 2nd ropes, the diminutive superstar would bask in their praise.
From behind, the Phoenix would physically impose his will on Cordova before whipping him into the furthest corner. The Fanatic would intervene by implementing a Hammer Throw of his own on Riktor. Hell-bent upon connecting with a Spear, the Latin Thug’s absence would lead the Phoenix to collide shoulder-first against the black pole before collapsing back unto the canvas. Having evaded the human missile, Cordova’s Lou Theze Press would be offset by the Fanatic’s Power Slam!

…1!! …2!! … From the outside, Sean Davis is on hand to drag the former Underground champion away from certain victory. A volley of boos would certify their displeasure as Davis would level the masked marvel with a Short Armed Clothesline. Pulling his target back to a vertical base, Davis would lift the Fanatic would draw a small respectable pop for suspending the Orange & Blue cavalier in the air with a delayed Vertical Suplex. Too busy bad-mouthing the masses, Davis would be a second too late to react as both the Fanatic and himself would collapse under the weight of an airborne Cordova.

OOOHHH!! The audience would continue to express their approval as the announcers openly rambled on about the live action taking place. All moderately slow to regroup themselves, the fallen trinity would succumb to the power of a running Riktor’s Diving Somersault Senton. Complete bedlam would reign throughout the entire building…

…LoC!!! …LoC!!! …LoC!!! …LoC!!! …LoC!!! …LoC!!! …. Not one to consume time with unnecessary grandstanding, the wounded Phoenix would lay hands on Sean and send him careening off the ring steps. A number of measured stomps would suffice before tossing the bastard back inside. Still in the driver’s seat, the Crimson clad freak would connect with a Shin Breaker before setting Davis up for a Inverted Indian Death Lock Leg Lock…

OOOHHH!!
AAAHHH!! ****!! Unfortunately for them, a 198 pound Mexican would come crashing down on the Phoenix with a Flying Reverse Bulldog -- thus leaving a screaming Davis, screaming in the process.
The Latin cruiserweight would pull Riktor to his feet via his dreads with a series of measured punches only to have the Fanatic latch on with a Standing Rear Waist Lock. The Fanatic with a German Suplex but the slippery luchador flipped out. Flying Clothesline by Cordova. The Fanatic ducked, allowing deja vu to befall both Riktor & Davis. All the while, the clock started ticking once more…

…5!! …4!! …3!! …2!! …1!! …BZZZT!! From overhead, the piercing squeal of bagpipes would bleed out of the PA system with the pride of an Irish nation. A modest round of enthusiasm would ebb from the stands as the Fighting Foreigner’s video archive beheld his coming. Within the confides of the ring, the battle would raged on. In the Irishman’s absence, the telling theme would fade into hindsight.
An ailing Davis would drag himself to the outside to recover as the Fanatic was in hot pursuit. However, the Phoenix shoved the persistent patriot aside in the pursuit of personal retribution. Incensed, the Fanatic would grab Phoenix by the hair and send him airborne to the outside. Seeing the opportunistic Davis sneaking away from the ringside area, Cordova would slip to the outside and pursue him up the ramp way…

------------------------ Legacytron: [Static] …… [ The Fighting Foreigner’s body would sail into the scene before laying waste to the backstage interview set-up. His drunken and blood-sputtering slurs went unanswered. The LoC banner would partially cover him before an unwelcome presence would fall into view…]

Frost Having been snatched from the wreckage, the rowdy Irishman would struggle under his oppressor’s grip before being slammed headfirst repeatedly against the ominous Orange dumpster. The looming wave of crowd hostility would retreat into sympathy as TFF’s body went limp.
[Under the instruction of his female charge, Eva, the 279 pound juggernaut would cast his battered prey inside. Fingertips would wipe away the tainted steel wall before slowly smearing the blood across his left breast. Seen glaring toward camera, his massive fist would rear back… ] (The sound of a shattered lens)…(Static)…(Scattered dialogue between the on-hand paramedics) …[No Signal]

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The Fighting Foreigner: D.O.A. Back at ringside, the war would continue before a slightly awe-stricken crowd; Cordova was on the move, with Davis giving chase. Back inside the ring, the Fanatic would fall prey to a Phoenix Riktor Superplex. The ongoing fanfare was intoxicating. The Phoenix was slowly on the rise, promoting children, great & small, to jump up and down and share candy…

BLAM!!!
FROSTBITTEN! Amidst the widespread commotion, the Pale White Horror had slipped unnoticed inside the ring. One stiff Super Kick to the temple would reduce the Phoenix to mere smoke & ashes. A tsunami of boos would reign as Frost sent the Fanatic spiraling to the outside with a Running Clothesline. The diabolical demon would hook the leg of the gothic blood-spattered angel…

…1!! …2!! …3!!
Phoenix Riktor has been decimated The live audience would rant on with unbridled passion as the former uW Triple Crown champion choke slammed the wayward punk out of the ring. A few words of discouragement would follow, allowing the Fanatic and Cordova to blindside the pale-skinned antagonist together. Eva would offer some parting words via her boot heels on Phoenix. Still smarting from the accumulated damage, Davis would safely monitor the action from a distance as the seconds dwindled away…

…3!! …2!! …1!! …(Cue Annoying Buzzer) With the acoustic injection of ‘Praise’ by Sevendust, all of the underhanded bull**** would cease; Eva would scurry away to safety as the masses would erupt upon recognition. With Frost, busy battling the masked makeshift tandem, the East Coast Phenom ran toward the ring. Leaping atop the ropes, Adam Lazarus would ground the Canadian God of War with an extreme Leaping Side Kick! Cover…

…1!! …2!! A Gorilla Press by Frost would offer little breathing room as a persistent Laz was back on his case again. Not to far away, a diving Sunset Flip by Cordova, would sever his alliance with the Fanatic…

…1!! …2!! … The former UWA Cruiserweight champion would roll through and ensnare the Mexican sparkplug into his patented submission, The Craze! A trio of backstage personnel would trot down the ramp to assist Riktor to the backstage area. The referee’s efforts to restore order were virtually pointless until Laz & Frost agreed to extend the melee beyond the barricades. Cordova’s visage was gnarled with utter anguish while the in-ring official steadily monitored his ability to continue. Where the **** was Davis going…?!

THWACK!! An unwarranted Kendo Stick across Riktor’s back would send the 3 assistants further up the ramp. They would collectively reprimand the depraved cheap shot artist as he walked away backwards with a eerie smirk, painted on his face. With them huddling over the fallen Phoenix, the action would shift back toward the squared circle. Cordova would maneuver his fist in a piston-like motion to get the masses behind him. Slowly but surely, the diminutive daredevil could escape the Bow & Arrow hold and fall atop the Fanatic…

…1!! …2!! …CRACK!! The angry mob would let Davis hear it as Cordova would roll wildly off the ring apron. Seen casting away the broken bamboo cane, Sean would grab the ropes and place his boot firmly across the Fanatic’s throat. In the meantime, Laz was giving Frost the business along the midsections of the stands. Hobbled by a chair shot to the back, the Canadian demigod would stumble down the steps to the ground level.
The Wading River resident would thrust his weapon towards the heavens while promptly basking in the afterglow. Upon his descent, Eva would stand before her client on his behalf. Laz looked at the chair -- then the fans. Shrugging his shoulders, he’d swing for the fences…

CLANG!! Forcibly shoving his manager out of harm’s way, Frost would utilize a chair to answer his enemy’s call. A brief exchange of piercing stares would lead to the inevitable; Chair Fight!!!

…CLANG!! …CLANG!! …CLANG!! …CLANG!! …CLANG!! …CLANG!! … Back and forth, the opposing forces would parry incoming shots with one another. Surrounding fans would head to higher ground amidst the clashing. Being the strongest of the two, the pale colored monstrosity would soundly disarm his more limber opponent. Hell-bent on decapitating Laz, Frost would haul off with all his might…

SMACK!! The crumpled mass of a 6’6” 350 + pound security goon would lay before him. The civilian populous would clutter around both the busted open bouncer and the assailant. Looking over his shoulder, Adam would be seen making his way through the crowd away from Ground Zero…

…2!!! …1!!! …BZZZT!!!
‘Just Like You’ - 3 Days Grace Former fWo Survivor contestant turned LoC newcomer. Delta Junction, Alaska’s own -- Arch Angel. The crowd would respond favorably to him as his likeness bore wings from its shoulder blades along the main super screen before staring at its hands. Patiently monitoring the carnage unfolding before him, Double A had foreseen his opportunity; Diving in the ring, Angel would turn Cordova inside out with a Running Clothesline before putting his fists into motion.
On the same token, the congregation was ready for the Fanatic to fly and eliminate that sonofa***** named Sean Davis. Weary from the conflict, the Blue & Orange gladiator would flash the ‘high sign’ once more. However, Davis would shove the referee into the ropes -- thus stunning the masked marvel. The ailing Fanatic was slow to react as Sean climbed up the ropes…

OOOHHH!!!
The Davis Effect from the Top Rope! Bouncing off his head, the aerial avenger would catch some air before collapsing against the canvas. Davis would openly feign innocence as the angry ref was on his case. 3 seconds later, the Fanatic would be forced to hit the showers…

The Fanatic has been eliminated The nearest camera man would pick up the action with the body of Lazarus, spilling over the barriers. Immediately, Davis would grab him by the hair. Laz would put his foot down and drive Sean’s face into the announce table before following Davis back inside the ring.
Intent on crossing over, the snow colored mammoth would angrily snatch a Boston Strangler action figure out of his hand before chucking it several rows away. With the child crying, Frost would snatch the drink out of the screaming mother’s hand before dousing her with it. The fury of the people would not be denied. Paper wads and assorted trash would follow him in his insertion into the ring…
Access denied! Laz’s Reversal of Sean’s Hammer Throw would knock the big man off the ring apron. Stunned by the collision, the suicidal New Yorker would use a Flying Cross Body to send himself & Davis tumbling over the top rope.
Meanwhile, the Latin Thug would utilize several kicks on the Alaskan Assassin to maintain space. Destined to fly, Cordova would leap off the 2nd ropes for a Hurricanrana Pin. However, with both feet planted firmly, Cordova’s intended target would throw a serious monkey wrench in the luchador’s plans…
A Power Bomb Pancake -- Split Legged Face Buster -- Elevated Boston Crab = All the elements of Arch Angel’s Broken Home.
Fluid by design, the dreaded technique would Fed-ex the Mexican Miracle into a world of ****. Clearly teetering off the edge of consciousness, the crowd’s support would fail to hold any weight as a weakened Cordova reluctantly caved in…

Cordova had been eliminated Along the outside, Frost had finished with the completion of a table bridge before setting his sites upon draping Adam Lazarus on top – right before the audience began responding to the clock once more...

…4!! …3!! …2!! …
Darkness
’No Association‘ -- Silverchair The vivid display of strobe-lighting, accompanied by the meandering smoke, would stand as catalysts for a unified crowd response. Fleeting traces of in-ring activity would tease the audience before the lights eventually returned. Having capitalized upon the element of surprise, Ninja would be seen standing on the side opposite of Frost...

OOOHHH!!! A solitary Standing Side Kick would propel the suspended table directly into The Great White Holocaust’s face. A fecal chant would come to surface as Lazarus fell atop of the fallen monstrosity. The camera would promptly zoom in on the fresh gash over the albino’s left eyebrow. Back inside, Davis shot Double A towards the ropes to run underneath a leapfrogging Ninja. Ducking down, he would allow Sean to suffer the wrath of Angel’s Running Lariat. Pivoting back, the Alaskan superstar’s Right Hook would be countered by an Dragon Suplex...

…1!! …2!! … Angel with the kick out but while scrambling to his feet, the Japanese vagabond would fall prey to a Adam Lazarus Forward Leg Sweep Cradle...

…1!! …2!! … ‘The Ronin’ managed to escape but the opportunistic Sean Davis was to pin the ninja down with a picturesque Northern Lights Suplex...

…1!! …2!! … Unable to capitalize on the moment, Sean Davis would reassume his lost footing – only to be blind sided by Double A’s Forward Rolling Cradle...

…1!! …2!! …
CRACK! A Ninja K Buzzsaw Kick would find solace across the Alaskan’s lips, leaning him back. Davis with a Bridging Double Leg Pickup Pin. On the same token, Adam Lazarus with a Standing Crucifix Cradle...

…1!! …2!! … The wrestling enthusiasts would respond with a respectful round of applause as the feuding pairs were busy recollecting themselves within a 4 way standoff. Most of which would pay homage to the promotion as the quartet had paired off again. Double A and Davis were back to exchanging Punches.
The respective XWF champions were busy squaring off on the opposing end. Having driven Angel into the neutral corner, Davis was on the attack. Ninja with the Hammer Throw. Laz with the Reversal. However, Frost was there to pull down the ropes and send the masked vigilante, spilling over to the padded floor. A maelstrom of a Canadian’s rage would be absorbed by the ninja’s body before being speared into the other set of ring steps.
Back inside, Sean Davis was virtually running a Suplex convention on the opposition before covering Angel with a Lateral Press...

…1!! …2!! … With certain victory cast aside, Sean would return his focus on grounding Adam with a Left Hook before rolling to the outside. A Steel Chair & Garbage Can would sail over and land along the canvas. With the clock running down for perhaps the last time, all eyes were back on the entrance...

...7!!…6!! …5!! …4!! …3!! …2!! …1!! ‘Cherub Rock’ – Smashing Pumpkins
The female contingent would rally behind their sister-at-arms as the male contingent, were expressing themselves with numerous catcalls toward the fiery redhead. As Frost and Ninja were busy waging war, an armed Aria Murphy would make B-line toward the near 300 pounder...

THWACK!! A stern grimace would twist into a menacing snarl, leading the defiant Murphy to back away slightly. From behind, Ninja would waffle the albino giant with a Cookie Sheet – allowing Aria to land a few retaliatory shots in the name of Phoenix Riktor. That’s when Eva would grab Murphy’s hair and utilize a Punch to the Head to disarm her. Aria was pissed...

CAT FIGHT!! **** a pillow fight, these *****es were scrappin’. Back inside the ring, Laz was busted open. Arch Angel was standing over him with a broken Dell Laptop. Seizing Adam by the hair, the avenging angel would clothesline his prey over the ropes, atop the table bridge. Not to far away, Frost & Ninja collectively spilt over the barricades. Meanwhile, Aria was steady dog-walking Eva’s ass toward the steel enclosure, better known as The Pit. Grabbing her by the hair, she’d drive the face of Frost’s better half into the outer cage wall.
Back at ringside, the Delta Junction native stood poised for the aerial attack. Unfortunately, Davis would stun him with a set of knuckles to the face. From the adjacent side, Sean would ascend but Angle would offer his rebuttal as well. Slumped over by a Abdominal Shot, Davis would find himself draped across the Alaskan’s shoulders. Casting fear to the wayside, the angel would begin his descent from heaven...

CRASH!! The arena lost it as all 3 men were virtually buried underneath the debris. Movement was scarce as the action was taken back to the brawling beauties. Aria had sealed off Eva’s escape route before driving a boot into her mid section. Staggering back, Eva would block Aria’s Crescent Kick & retaliate with a furious Left Hook across her rival’s jaw. Back and forth, the momentum would shift until Aria managed to use the slam her enemy’s head against the cage. Apparently leaving her counterpart for dead, Aria would stand over Eva – triumphant in battle before opening the hatch...

OOOHHH!!! Aria’s hair flailed wildly before she collapsed against the hardened earth. For the second time that evening, Frost had struck again. The vast majority would allow their hatred to surface as the cold-hearted bastard stood in front over her in silence – Aria’s carcass, frozen by the bitter chill of unconsciousness...

Aria Murphy – Knocked The **** Out Ripped away from the obscured melee, Adam Lazarus would be the first to peel himself off the floor. Staggering about, he would manage to pull and shove the Fallen Angel back inside the ring. Frost’s presence had fallen out of view as EMT’s would enter the Pit and begin checking Aria’s vital signs. A battered Eva would steadily crawling away from the cage. Backtracking toward the ring, Adam Lazarus was in control.
A swift Brain Buster atop the Steel Chair. Laz dropped down to both knees and hesitated before hooking the leg...

…1!! …2!! …3!! The celebration would remain postponed. Delta Junction’s prodigal son was not dead yet. Past the passed railings, Ninja would pearl harbor the pale-skinned superstar, thus becoming engulfed by the surrounding masses. With the railings as an aide, Davis was back to his feet. The exhaustion, accumulative damage and blood loss would weight heavily on the recovering blue chipper. Still clinging to championship dreams, Adam would drag Angel back to his feet – A World of Hurt with authority! The impact alone would cave in the metal seat before the angel’s wings were officially clipped. Sean was too slow to stop the inevitable...

…1!! …2!! …3!!
Arch Angel had been eliminated And then there were 4. The referees would assist the Alaskan superstar out of the ring as Davis sought to arm himself with a weapon. Eyeing a Steel Chair, he’d crawl over toward it. “People were cheering for me? That couldn’t be right” – Davis thought. Suddenly, a foot would pin the metal seat against the canvas. It was Laz’s. A large lump formed in Sean’s throat.
Seen backing away, the Californian blowhard would try proposition with his armed adversary. Catching a glimpse of the ominous monster, making his way through the crowd, Lazarus would hobble his way toward the turnbuckles. Given a sign a relief, Davis would grab the prone Trash Can.
In raising it over his head, Sean’s intuition kicked in – too little, too late. Ninja was behind him, firmly cinching in a Full Nelson. The trash can fell out of his grasp as he watched a soaring Adam, wipe out the unsuspecting monster. The adamant Davis would try to wriggle himself free as Ninja lifted him into the air...

Full Nelson Butt Slam atop the Garbage Can! Audibly reeling from the vicious jarring of his spine, Davis would continue to struggle within the clutches of Kenshiro’s Chains of Lingering Regret. Sean continued gnashing his teeth, desperately fighting to stay alive. With his spine contorted to ungodly dimensions, the pain was too insurmountable to resist. Something had to give...
Sean Davis would feverishly tap out...

Sean Davis – You’re The Weakest Link...Kick Rocks, *****! Resting on both knees, the ninja would assess the wreckage along the outside: Adam as obviously favoring his head & lower back. A staggering Frost was covering the reopened cut above his eye. Snatching the ailing Davis to his feet, ‘The Ronin’ would launch Sean over the top rope at Frost before heading in after Laz.
Being forced back inside, Lazarus would work his way back to a vertical base becoming the victim of a calcified shin attack. Not to be outdone, Adam would being fighting back; a hardened defense & a unrelenting offense would build up to a climactic European Uppercut.
Relying on the ropes to support him, the aerial ambassador would regain his footing before sensing Ninja away with an Irish Whip to the opposing corner. Streaking toward the adjacent ropes, Laz was set to ground Ninja with a Running Bulldog...

The Burning Eclipse
…1!! …2!! …3!? NO!!! Lazarus managed to survive Ninja’s Standing Back Flip Leg Lariat. Kenshiro would offer a slightly unsettling look at the referee before unleashing a stinging Roundhouse Kick on Frost – knocking back unto the canvas. Pulling Laz up to his feet, ‘The Athletic Freak of Nature’ would suspend in the air before realigning his spinal column with a Mexican Stretch Buster.
Jaws dropped as Laz collapsed in a crumpled heap. 3 repetitive slaps against the canvas would accommodate the arcane melody of The Midnight Symphony...

Adam Lazarus had been eliminated Swiveling about, the Swiveling about, the multi time hardcore champion would share frigid stares with the encroaching 279 pound ogre. Kratos versus Ares...Aberrant Principles versus Diabolical Intentions...
The two remaining combatants would encircle the perimeter of the squared circle. Careful in their approach, they would interlock fingers before Kenshiro drew first blood with a crippling Snap Kick.
Slightly favoring his thigh, the battle-harden giant would struggle to maintain his footing. A Sweeping Elbow Strike to the Jaw would leave the monster counting the lights as Kenshiro shot over toward the ropes...

Eva Pulling the ropes down, Kenshiro would find himself along the outside of the ring. Pleased with her efforts to slow the ninja down, the blue haired bombshell would celebrate Kenshiro’s downfall – so she thought. Obviously, her plan did not include Ninja landing on both feet.
Slowly backpedaling toward safety, she would quickly place the weapon along the ring apron and flee – too bad Ninja managed to grab a handful of her hair. Pulling her up the ring steps, he’d unmercifully dump her over the top rope.
With her trying to escape, her pleas for freedom would fall on deaf ears as Ninja tortured her with a Elevated Double Chicken Wing Submission before spiking her face first into the canvas with Hanzo's Hammer. A small collage of crimson would seep from Eva’s brow as Kenshiro flipped her over. Unbeknownst to him, a seething Frost was waiting...

CRACK! The reclusive vagrant would stumble forward before collapsing. Seen banging the weapon against the ground, Frost would still hobble after the rising assassin. Reluctant to stay down, Ninja would wobble back to a vertical base...

CRACK! The oblique shot would draw blood yet failed to break the ninja’s spirit completely. Stumbling about in a drunken manner, Frost’s enemy would try to steady himself once more. The ****ed up thing was Frost was a patient hunter...

CRACK! The Osakan Assassin would keel over, still exhibiting decreasing signs of mobility. The masses would respond accordingly as the ninja tried to pull himself to safety...

CRACK!
........
CRACK! Using his boot, he’s plant it across the back of the ninja’s neck...

CRACK!
........
CRACK!
........
CRACK! The ninja was done moving...

CRACK!
........
CRACK! Brandishing the blood-covered seat, Frost would cast it aside before dragging the battered ninja to his feet. Seemingly unable to regain his equilibrium, the Japanese superstar weakly pawed and tugged at his oppressor’s tights before being fling toward the heavens...

Choke Slam from Hell Bouncing off the bent chair, all means of hope, would seem abolished. Wiping the accumulated sweat and crimson away from his eye, the diabolical entity would plant his boot heel atop his rival’s chest...

…1!! …2!! …3!! From the stands, an massive surplus of trash would adorn the squared circle. Turning his attention back to his fallen manager, a victorious Frost would shove the referee down and demand that he retrieve his Underground championship. After retrieving his prize, Frost would ascend the turnbuckles and bask in the brimming wave of negative heat.

”Ladies & Gentlemen; Your winner of the match and NEEEEEEWWWWWWWW Underground Champion...FROST!!!!... This disparaging image would forever remain etched within the pages of the promotion’s history as a testament of sheer perseverance and cunning. Others would stand opposed to this reality but it was just that – Brazen and bitter as the truth.
Suddenly, the voices of his detractors would fall out of earshot. Echo’s dark creation was again made whole.
Soon, the demon’s vision would become lost within the shimmering face of the belt’s pewter and gold surface – right before the eventually conclusion of the Violence broadcast....
Winner: Frost.
 

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Frost (c) vs. Sylo - Underground Title Match.

It was time to settle this.


“Pet” – A Perfect Circle

Blue flames shot towards the heavens and upon doing so the fans stood with a massive wave of cheers. The heavy slate gray smoke gave way to the form of the destroyer known as Sylo and the look planted upon his face was not pleasant. He had murderous intentions deep inside those eerie blue portals and the time of being pushed around and ****ed over had ended. Sylo made his way to the ring and jumped up on the ring apron, wiped his feet, and entered the ring to await the arrival of his opponent and the current Underground Champion.


"Sylo." Echo chanted as he appeared on the screen."Over here Sylo."



Sylo had turned to face the big screen to see Trev Echo smiling at him, as the fans erupted in a chorus of boos. " Shut the **** up, I wanna hear myself say this too. You see Sylo, I did some improvements to your opponent cause really he didn't seem fit enought to match up to you at this point. Improvements that are going to tear you limb from limb...here is Tyler Frost "



An eerie tune began to play on the system, as the arena lights had began to fade out. The fans attention had been drawn to the walk out part of the entrance. As from behind the black curtain stepped Tyler Frost. The fans watched on, as it wasn't the Frost they had witnessed in pass events, but a whole new looking Tyler Frost. Everything about him looked different, almost a more frightening image now. He kept his head down, watching each step he made towards the ring. He entered the ring under the bottom rope to come face to face with the monster of all monsters Sylo.



The two monsters stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity. Trev Echo remained on the screen but neither seemed to care about that until the voice of Echo began to reverberate off the walls of the arena once more.



“Oh and Sylo, I said I would have an announcement and I most certainly do…tonight’s contest for the Underground Championship will be inside…A CELL!” The fans erupted as Echo continued to grin. Sylo didn’t care anymore, whatever it took, let them bring an army at this point, he had nothing more to lose and everything to gain.



The two beasts continued to stare at one another as the cell lowered slowly into place. Ring officials quickly secured the mammoth structure and nodded to senior official Mike Hunt who called for the bell. Neither man moved, they just stared, until one blinked and that’s when the fists began to fly. Back and forth the two threw rights and lefts with each one landing on their desired target. Sylo roared and threw another right with a lot more power behind it which rocked Frost long enough for Sylo to tackle him into the turnbuckle.



Sylo delivered a few quick shots to Frost with his shoulder before backing out of the corner, only to be met with a hard right hand from Frost. Sylo reeled back a bit, stunned by the fact Frost hadn’t taken anymore damage than he had. Sylo knew it would take a good bit to take Frost down but in a way, Echo had helped Sylo…he had put them virtually inside a weapon.
As the gears inside the former Superbeast’s mind began to turn Frost charged forward and tried to nail the big man with a big boot. The boot missed its mark and Sylo caught the leg. He yanked with all his might toward him and exploded on Frost with a clothesline that sent the demon down to the mat. The ring rocked from the impact as Frost shook his head and began to stand up. Sylo waited, calculating, and when Frost stood Sylo charged forward looking for another close line.



Frost ducked and turned before Sylo could turn and kicked him in the back of the knee. Sylo went down to one knee and Frost brought a double axe handle crashing across the back of Sylo’s neck. It appeared Frost had done his home work. The knee and neck were weak spots of Sylo and Frost apparently knew this because two of his first major blows were to those exact spots.
Sylo realized he would have to work harder to protect those spots as he regained his composure but before he could Frost lifted him by the hair and sent a few stiff punches his way. Sylo took the shots as best he could and waited for his spot to attack. Frost sent another punch out but Sylo caught the hand, spun a bit, and with his momentum he sent the back of his fist crashing into the skull of Frost. Frost stumbled a bit and Sylo knew this was his chance to take advantage of Frost’s mistake. He quickly locked his arms around Frost and with an impressive display of power Sylo lifted Frost over his head and slammed him down with a release German Suplex.



Frost landed on his neck in an awkward manner but it wouldn’t stop him. He stood almost immediately and growled at Sylo whom only growled back. Frost charged and Sylo didn’t have enough time to move. Both men went flying over the ropes and to the outside where they landed with a thud. Frost stood and walked over to the ring steps literally ripping them from the ring. He waited for Sylo to stand and as the destroyer did he didn’t see the cold, unforgiving steel flying toward his skull.



Dong~!



The shot echoed as Sylo dropped back down. Frost picked the stairs up above his head and sent them crashing down into the ribs of Sylo. Two stern shots later Frost seemed to be satisfied with his handy work and picked Sylo back up. He grabbed the beast’s arm and the back of his head and with one swift movement and show of strength he sent Sylo crashing into the side of the chain link fence. Sylo bounced back into the arms of Frost whom locked Sylo into a full nelson and brought him down to the ground with a full nelson slam.



Frost pinned as Mike Hunt made his way over.


“One!”



“Two!”



Sylo kicked out. Mike Hunt jumped to his feet and held up two fingers. Frost just grunted; he didn’t figure it’d be that easy to take Sylo down but it was worth a shot. Frost picked Sylo back up and went to throw him back into the steel cage but the destroyer reversed and sent Frost in head first. Sylo’s face was nothing but rage as he grabbed Frost’s head and began grating his face against the chain link. Sylo drug Frost to the steel ring post and with a roar of a man that has finally had enough he began beating Frost’s head against the ring post.



One shot…



Two shots…



Sylo wasn’t stopping.

Three shots…



Four shots….

And one more shot to grow on.


By now blood was running down the face of Frost like a river. Sylo threw him back down and roared like a wild beast. His chest jumped up and down as he stared down at Frost. All the aggression pent up inside began to fuel him as he reached down and picked Frost up, looking to finish it.



Up on the shoulders Frost went.



Up on their feet the fans went.



But Frost slipped off the shoulders of Sylo and shoved him head first into the ring post that Sylo had used moments before. Frost wouldn’t be beaten that easy and the sight of his own blood sent him into his own rage. Frost picked Sylo up and in an impressive showing of strength picked him up off the ground and threw him into the cage. Frost followed it up with many stiff shots to the face with the sole of boot. Sylo’s nose began to flow freely as Frost continued to drive boot after boot into the skull of Sylo.



Frost picked Sylo up and rolled him back into the ring. Frost looked under the ring and pulled out a trash can. He tossed it in the ring and then went back and pulled out a table which he threw in the ring as well. Frost slid back in the ring and went directly for his prey, delivering a few more boots to Sylo. The kicks connected with the big mans ribs and by instinct he tried to roll away but Frost was quick to stop him and pick him back up.

He locked Sylo by the head and yelled out, planting him with a reverse DDT. Sylo landed with a thud and Frost made the lazy pin.

“One!”


“Two!”

Sylo kicked out.



Frost stood up and lifted Sylo. He went to deliver another hard shot but Sylo caught his hand and growled. Frost threw his other hand but frost caught it as well. The beast flipped his head up, his long locks of hair flew behind his head, and Frost could now see the rage intensified inside Sylo’s eyes. With a great bit of strength Sylo threw Frost backwards into the turnbuckle. Frost exploded from the turnbuckle toward Sylo but Sylo moved and using Frost’s own momentum he sent him flying into the opposite turnbuckle where Frost flew shoulder first into the steel post.



Sylo pulled Frost out and picked up the trash can. He put the trash can over Frost, shot him off the ropes, and on the return drop kicked the trashcan, denting it at the head. Frost fell over and rolled out of the trashcan, blood continued to ooze from his open wound and onto the mat. Sylo stood up and lifted Frost up, he smacked him one good time and snarled.



“You want a war you son of a *****? You’ve got one!” Sylo spit at Frost and bounced off the opposite rope. Frost got his barrings about him but it was too late, Sylo came crashing into Frost sending both men through the ropes.




The Slaughter

The fans broke out into cheers as both men smacked the cage. Sylo stood up first and wobbled over to the ring, propping on it for a moment. Sylo looked up and could see Trev Echo’s skybox hanging right next to the cage. The smug bastard had to look down at them and Sylo shot him a bird. Echo’s face contorted in rage as Sylo turned back to Frost. Frost had pushed up to one knee but Sylo caught him and roared, driving a knee into his skull.



This match was proving not to be for the weak at heart and for fans of technical wrestling. This was a fight, nothing more, nothing less and both of these monsters just wanted to destroy the other. Sylo slid back in the ring and set the table up, then he went back to the outside and picked Frost up throwing him back in. He lifted Frost from the mat and went to pick him up but Frost jumped over Sylo’s shoulder and pushed him into the ropes. On the return he clubbed Sylo with a forearm to the face and the big man hit the mat.



Frost dropped as well and tried to catch his breath as he wiped away the blood from his forehead but it was to no avail. The blood continued to run down his face and the proverbial crimson mask would be a mainstay. Sylo shook his head a bit and tried to push back up but Frost was the first to his feet. He picked Sylo up and shot him off the ropes, Sylo came forward and Frost dove with a super kick. He was looking for the Frost Bite but Sylo ducked and turned. Frost turned as well and Sylo charged back toward Frost.



Frost dropped down as Sylo jumped over him and bounced off the reverse ropes. Sylo jumped back up but Frost kicked him in gut. He locked his arms around Sylo and nailed him with a belly to belly suplex through the table Sylo had set up. The monster lied in the remains of the table as Frost snarled down at him. Frost dropped down and pinned Sylo once more.



“One!”



“Two!”



“No! His foots on the ropes!” Mike Hunt yelled at Frost.



At the last moment Sylo had enough mind to get his foot on the ropes. Frost growled and stood up, picking Sylo up as well. Frost whipped Sylo off the ropes and nailed him with a vicious super kick.




Frost Bite

Frost pinned.



Mike Hunt counted.



“One!”



“Two!”



But Sylo found it in himself to kick out.



Frost looked astonished as Sylo began to crawl toward the ropes. Sylo pulled himself up and spit out a bit of blood before looking across at Frost. Frost stood and Sylo scrambled to his feet. Both men started to charge, Frost swung, Sylo swung, and they connected at the same time laying both men out.



Many moments passed before the two began to stir but amazingly they both began to move at the same time. Sylo pulled himself up as did Frost and soon both men found themselves staring at one another once more. Frost charged and Sylo ducked, Frost turned and found a boot in his stomach. Up on Sylo’s shoulders Frost went and the fans went nuts once more.




The Systematic Shutdown

Sylo nailed it and pinned.



“One!”



“Two!”



“Three!” The fans yelled but Frost had kicked out.



Sylo looked astonished. Frost seemed to sit right back up as well which shocked Sylo even more. Sylo stood as did Frost and attacked. Frost ducked the oncoming arm and kneed Sylo in the ribs. Frost threw Sylo into the turnbuckle and lifted him up. He climbed up with him but Sylo quickly pounded away at Frost. Sylo slid down Frost and maneuvered himself to where Frost was on his shoulders. Before Frost could react he was being driven off the top and being spiked into the mat.



Sylo covered after delivering a second Systematic Shutdown.



“One!” The fans were with Mike Hunt.



“Two!” Trev Echo watched in horror.



“Three!” And this time it was Mike Hunt’s voice. The bell rang and Sylo had officially become the Underground Champion. Mike Hunt received the title belt from a secure ring side position and handed it to Sylo whom just stared down at the title, as if in a trance.



All the years of struggle…



All the years of hardship…



It brought him back to being a champion.



Sylo looked up at the skybox as Trev Echo looked horrified. The two locked eyes for many moments. Sylo stood and exited the ring, kicking the door open, and then he began to climb the cell. To the top Sylo went and when he reached the top he stood there holding the title. The fans snapped pictures and cheered aloud as “Pet” blasted.



Sylo looked back to Trev Echo whom turned his back in disgust.



Trev Echo couldn’t believe this, he had worked so hard to keep Sylo down and yet the man had overcome everything. Echo sat down at his desk and groaned, leaning back in his chair. When he opened his eyes he saw the figure of Sylo flying at him and come crashing through his window that had been side by side with the top of the cell.



The fans were going nuts as Sylo raised up and bits of glass began to fall away. He stared at Echo with a twisted grin and Trev Echo just stood, horrified by what was going on. Sylo began walking toward Echo whom tried to get out of the office but the door had been locked from the inside as well and the key was still inside Echo’s desk. Echo began to scream for help even as Sylo’s grasp closed around him.



“You put me through hell Echo,” Sylo whispered. “You made me what you now see by your actions and now I’m here to repay you for everything,” Sylo closed his grasp tighter around Echo and pulled him up on his desk. Sylo hoisted Echo on his shoulders and delivered the most powerful Systematic Shutdown to date. The desk snapped and the floor underneath it gave way.
Echo, Sylo, and the Underground title all fell through the sky box to the seats right below. The drop was a good 8 feet and it hurt Echo more than anyone. Sylo stood, picked up the Underground title that lied near Echo’s head and stood over his lifeless body holding the title up. The fans around Sylo, along with all the fans in attendance, exploded in cheers.
Trev Echo…meet your new champion…and welcome to the reign of the true Superbeast.



Winner: Sylo via Pinfall.

Russa vs. Brandon Thomas - Winner becomes The Legacy Champion.


Finally the moment had arrived.


The fans that packed the Arena of Champions and they were about to be rewarded with their patience for the night. Of course there was stellar matches already in the card, the tag team Championship match and the Underground Championship had changed hands earlier, but this is the match fans had been waiting for since the end of August. They were waiting for a hero to emerge victorious holding the greatest prize Legacy of Champions could offer.


The Legacy Title.



The two combatants had taken two very different approaches in getting to Only the Strong. Brandon Thomas, the owner of LoC had used his power to declare himself the number one contendor and had shown that he wanted to win the title and was going to do so, at any cost. He had hired the help of Krow to cement himself in the Legacy Championship picture and once Krow had gotten in his way, he simply fired him. It was one less person to stop him from completing his dream.
Russa was a crowd favourite and had stood the test of time through the first two months of LoC. He was the number one contendor chosen by Scott Riktor and a unanimous decision among the fans as who should walk out of the match with the title. But everyone knew the odds were against him. Everything that Brandon Thomas threw at Russa only slowed him down. Russa would never stay down and always got back to his feet, no matter what.



"Down" by Stone Temple Pilots.



The Owner, CEO, and Ruler of all Things Legacy walked through that golden rainstorm of pyros that covered the entrance to the ring. The crowd erupted in booing that was enough to make any man plug his ears. But Brandon Thomas walked out confident knowing that he would walk out of the ring tonight crowned the Loc Legacy Champion. The crowd may have hated him but he was the boss, he could lock all the fans out of the arena if he wanted to and he was going to keep that in mind. BT entered the ring and tested out the ropes a couple of times just to make sure Russa wasn’t behind and clever tricks that would hinder him from victory. That’s the kind of person Russa was.



The fans were still booing; most of them up and on their feet and usually Brandon Thomas would love this kind of reaction. But tonight, The Original Ego looked like a new man. He was focused and seemed intent on winning. But Brandon Thomas was Brandon Thomas and there was no one who could trust him.



“Step Up” by Drowning Pool.



It was the only thing right now that could stop the fans from screaming and threatening to kill the owner because 5 red pyros quickly lit up and Russa stepped out to the thunderous ovation of screaming fans. Russa had a sellout crowd supporting him and he was not going to let them down, especially not with the only thing missing from his career, THE championship.
He was quick as he walked down the ring, but made sure to slap as many hands as he could before he slid under the bottom rope. In the ring, Russa got a quick chance to get a feel for the ropes and his last chance to get the butterflies out of his stomach. Russamania turned around to see Brandon Thomas hopping up and down, getting himself pumped for the match of his life.



The referee was quick to steal centre stage with the Legacy Title raised above his head in the middle of the ring. Both Russa and Brandon Thomas made their ways to get a better look at what they were fighting for. The two men were face to face and the intense stare down began.



Neither man wanted to give the hint of fear to the other, especially right off the beginning. Brandon Thomas was a lot more confident than Russa, he was in a lot better shape after the beatings that Russa had endured on a weekly basis. But Russa would not show it, especially not to Brandon Thomas. But could Russa finally get that big win? The one win that eluded him his whole career? Tonight was his chance and he felt he had the advantage. The ref sent both men back to their corners.
Both men were even in size and strength and both were even from similar schools of wrestling style. Both were technicians of the mat and were giving the fans the chance to witness one hell of a match.



Both men took their final few seconds to get ready for war.



The bell rang.



Both men circled around each other in the middle of the ring. There was no hurry to start, risk the chance of falling behind so early; no man was willing to take that risk. The circling continued around the middle of the ring, the odd time someone motioned that that had the hint of making an attack, but nothing really happened. The fans were almost beginning to get restless with the lack of action that had been generated so far. The fans were almost expecting to get action from bell to bell, but sadly they were in for no such luck. It had been over a minute since the match had technically started and suspense was already starting to build. That’s when it happened.



The combatants locked up in the middle of the ring and they jockied for positioning right off the bat. As they struggled for the upper hand, it was Brandon Thomas who gained it as he walked Russa back and sent him into the corner. Russa let go and raised his arms to show the clean break, that’s when The Owner got his first chance to strike.
WHOO!



The fan boys of the knife edged chop screamed as the rest of the Arena of Champions booed after witnessing such a cheap shot. Brandon Thomas set his game plan early. Attack whenever the situation arises.



WHOO!



Another hard chop that was sure to leave Russa’s chest red as he jumped back into the corner from the impact. BT liked how he had this early upper hand but that didn’t last for very long as Russa latched on to the Original Ego and sent him into the corner and then attacked with such hard chops they rivaled with Mike Randalls.



WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!
WHOO!



The fans screamed in approval, louder and louder after every chop. But Russa was not finished yet. Brandon Thomas stumbled out of the corner and right into a back breaker over the knee of Russa and he crumbled to the ground. Russa went straight to work as he tried to lock BT in with a full crab but he wildly reached for the ropes before anything could be done.



Cleverly, Brandon Thomas rolled out of the ring to give himself a breather and a small time out from what was happening. Russa didn’t think that was a very good idea so he interrupted with a perfectly placed baseball slide to the face of BT that sent him crashing into the guardrails and exciting some front row fans who caught to touch a LoC Superstar. The outside of the ring was not where he liked the match to take place but he had to win this match. He scooped Brandon Thomas up and sent him crashing into the side of the ring with the Irish whip that left him on his knees and holding his back.



The Doctor of Russabonics threw BT under the ropes and rolled him into the ring, giving BT enough time to get to his feet. But Thomas walked into a scoop suplex that left him lying on his back and looking up at the rafters once more. Not a very favourable position to be in. Russa once again helped Brandon Thomas to his feet and went to work as he locked on the front face lock.
But BT rolled him up with a small package causing the first pin fall attempt of the night.



One.



Two.



Russa kicked out! But it was enough to give Russa a scare and enough time to give The Owner of Legacy a shot. As Russa came charging, The Owner was ready and planted Russa to the canvas with a drop toe hold and in one swift motion he rolled on top of Russa and into a rear choke hold. BT wrenched back on the neck of Russa until he made it obvious that it was a blatant choke and the referee warned him to break the hold. The Original Ego waiting until the five count was administered before releasing the hold. This time it was Thomas’ turn to help the flow of the match as he picked Russa up by his hair to his feet and then kicked the left leg of Russa out from underneath him, but supported him enough so he wouldn’t fall. BT repeated this process three more times before he stomped on the back of Russa’s knee straight into the canvas. Russa cried in pain as he was face first on the mat, but the Owner wasted no time as he nearly picked Russa totally off the mat by his one leg as he crashed him back knee first into the mat.



Thomas helped Russa to his feet once again and as soon as Russa was standing, his arms were wrapped around the left leg of Russafreakinmania as he quickly sent him back to the mat with a dragon screw. The Cult leader of all Russamaniacs clutched at his knee as he lied on the canvas and quickly had his leg pulled back as Thomas made the cover.



One.



Two.



The right shoulder kicked up.



Thomas slammed his fists into the mat as he yelled at the ref before making another cover.



One.



Two.



This time Russa was even quicker to raise the shoulder which caused the Owner to throw another fit. But it did not last long as BT struck his downed prey again. He repeatedly stomped on the knee of Russa and was ruthless in doing so. He stomped so hard and repeatedly until it looked like Russa wouldn’t be able to make it to his feet again.



So BT screamed at Russa, asking him to get to his feet. When he couldn’t, the Original Ego stood in front of him and laughed at him causing the fans to scream, half of them at Brandon Thomas, the other half for Russa to get to his feet. And so he did.
With the help of the ropes, Russa had managed to get to his feet and balanced himself on his stronger right leg. With one swift kick, Russa was back on the mat and screaming in pain.



“THIS IS WHO YOU CALL A HERO?” Thomas screamed to the fans before he once again ran over to Russa who was trying to roll out of the ring. But before he could get to far, Russa was grabbed and dragged into the middle of the ring. The Ruler of all Things Legacy had the left leg of Russa held and once again dug the boots into the back of his knee. The way this match was going, not only would Brandon Thomas leave tonight as the champion, Russa would not be around for quite sometime.



And BT made that a real possibility as he locked on an ankle lock in the middle of the ring. As Russa tried to fight out of the hold, BT would slam his knee into the mat while keeping the ankle lock applied. His goal was to break Russa’s leg because there was no way he could win that way. And Russa was going to make that the only way to win that match as he started inching himself closer and closer to the ropes. They were so close to him but the lock grew tighter and tighter with each grasp he made. As Russa made the last desperation reach for the ropes, BT timed it perfectly as he dragged Russa back to the middle of the ring with no hope left.



But Russa heroically rolled onto his back and his free leg startled Brandon Thomas enough with the kick that he let go of the hold and fell to his back on the canvas. Russa wasn’t able to do much before BT quickly sprung back to his feet and made the quick cover.



One.



Two.



Th—NO!



Russa’s right shoulder flew off the mat, keeping him alive in the match. For how much longer, no one was sure. Brandon Thomas once again had a few choice words for the referee before he stared over the fallen Russamania. BT once again had to help his opponent to his feet and leaned his lifeless body against the ropes. He swung viciously with his right hand causing Russa to nearly fly over the top ropes. Brandon Thomas swung again and left Russa with the same reaction. This time, BT took a few steps back in a light jog and charged in hard with a clothesline that connected and sent both men toppling over the top ropes and to the concrete floor below.



The one thing to notice was the awkwardness of the fall that Brandon Thomas took. He screamed out in pain as he clenched his back on the outside of the ring. Russa wasn’t doing much better but by the time the ref had reached the six count he was on his feet and starting to roll into the ring and was fully in by eight. Brandon Thomas had barely moved and Russa had a point to prove in the way he won. He simply rolled out of the ring to the outside again to break the ref’s 10 count and was back in the ring as simple as that. He supported himself to his feet with the turnbuckles in the corner as an angered BT pulled himself into the ring.



BT knew he made a costly mistake but that Russa’s knee was in much worse condition and had to finish the job off quickly. Before anything else could go wrong. BT uncomfortably made his way towards Russa as Russamania slouched in the corner, half the ring away. Their two eyes met and they knew that right now, the match had to end. BT had something up his sleeve, which Russa had been aware of the whole night. What it was, that was a whole other story.



Russa hobbled as he made his way towards BT who stood confident as he waited. The Owner sure wasn’t expecting the hard knife edged chop that sent him back a step and sent the crowd into a frenzy.



WHOO! The fans screamed but they were met with a hard right hand from the Owner.



Russa responded.



WHOO!



Again.



WHOO!



And again.



WHOO!



Russa then attacked with a flurry of elbows that sent BT back until he was sitting on his ass against the turnbuckles. Russa had caught his second wind and lifted BT to his feet as he stood there groggily. Russa swiftly dropped BT over his good knee and locked him in a pendulum back breaker and was setting the boss up for the end.



Brandon Thomas screamed as Russa applied as much pressure to Thomas’ back as he could before he rolled him into the middle of the ring and it was time for the Plum Stretch and there was no way he was going to let go.
And that’s when the card fell from the sleeve of Brandon Thomas.



Ray Chavez started down the entrance ramp in a full sprint. This would mark Ray Chavez's second entrance of the night but this time he wouldn't get to his intended target because behind him Scott Riktor was giving chase. As Russa watched on, he was distracted and it gave BT enough time to chop block the knee right out from under Russa. Just before Chavez could get to that ring he was grabbed by Scott and shoved into the ring post.



*CLANG*



Chavez stumbled backwards and was caught with a vicious implant DDT, Scott Riktor's trademark move. Scott turned his attention to the ring, where Brandon Thomas was standing and screaming down at him. Riktor noticed what was about to happen but he let it slide. Turnabout was finally fair play as Russa snuck in behind Thomas and rolled him up for the pinfall.



One!


Two!



Three!



No! Thomas kicked out at the very last second! And Russa couldn’t believe it.



Back on the outside, Scott Riktor was caught off guard by a low blow from Ray Chavez.



"BOOOOOOOO!"



Chavez reached into the front row of the audience and snatched a young boy's chair out from under him. He folded it up and laced it across Riktor's back.



*CRACK!*



Scott's eyes winced, his mouth was agape, and his back arched. All of this brought on by the pain shooting up his spine. Chavez looked to the ring. What he did next made things perfectly clear to everyone. This entire night was a set up.



*CRACK!*



The loud smack of the chair shot off of the back of the referee's head caught the attention of both men in the ring, but it was what happened next that shot them out of their boots. Russa had to do something quickly, but it was too late.



*BOOOOOOOM!*



An enormous explosion of red pyro went off on the entrance ramp, causing a thick fog to form. It settled around the stage and while everyone knew someone was behind it, visibility was impossible.



"The Line Begins to Blur" by Nine Inch Nails.



A hourglass figure moved through the fog. It wrapped around her waist and danced at her ankles as she stepped out of the cloud.



Angelique.



The fans went insane but the reaction wasn't for the beautiful woman standing on the entrance stage. It was for the monster standing behind Russa. But as Russa had BT up on his feet and was planning to finish things off with the Vertebreaker before anything could get worse, it got worse. Russamania didn't realize what was going on until it was too late and Russa walked right into...



The Final Judgement



His face was immediately recognizable, even though it had never been seen before. The massiveness of him, the long jet black hair, the crucifix adorning his shadowy mask. It was Kross. He had returned and was sporting new burn scars courtesy of the man once known as the Superbeast and the current Underground Champion, Sylo. A few weeks back Brandon Thomas and Angelique struck some sort of a deal with her final words being, "He'll be there." And he was there, all right, he was there in full force. Kross had just destroyed Russa. The man was lying on his back and he wasn't making any movements.



Brandon Thomas was stood in the ring with his jaw hung wide open. Was this monster about to come after him next?
Hell no! The Owner, CEO, and Ruler of All Things LoC turned that frown upside down and glanced out over the arena. They hated him and they were letting him know it, but that didn't matter. There was only one thing left to do. That was to claim HIS Legacy Title.



Ray Chavez revived the referee who's head he had nearly taken off moments earlier.



Kross grabbed the ref by the back of his shirt and slid him towards Russa.



Brandon Thomas hooked Russa's leg.



One!






Two!






Three!



Sometimes the good guy doesn't win. Sometimes the good guy gets the crap kicked out of him. And sometimes the good guy walks right into a seven foot-tall monster and a sit-down crucifix powerbomb. This would be one of those times.



The good guy didn't win.



Evil prevailed.



When Russa would awaken, he would not believe what happened and how close he was to winning. He would not let this down, he would never let this down.



Brandon Thomas had acheived his destiny. He was the Legacy Champion and all he had to do was humiliate Scott Riktor, Russa, and the entire Legacy of Champions to do it. A small price to pay for glory. A very small price to pay for Brandon Thomas. THE Superstar.



THE Champion.



Winner: Brandon Thomas via Pinfall.
 

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Ninja K (c) vs. Ray Chavez (Relentless champion at the time) w/ Black Tom and Laurie Williams.
Under the direction of the A/V team, the animated head-to-head vignette would stand as the prelude to imminent war. The Legacy champion’s movements would convey an aura of refined determination, emanating from his often stoic demeanor. His greyish-white locks would stand as the more animated aspect - on his behalf.

The challenger to his throne would exude an omnipresent display of self-assurance & unshakable confidence - his Relentless championship nestled atop his chiseled right shoulder. Black Tom and Laurie Williams were to his immediate flanks, bearing the body language of a supportive cast.
Eventually left frozen in their given stances, the caption underneath would highlight the focus of this main event; The Legacy Championship; Twenty pounds of polished pewter and princess cut diamond studs, custom fitted to adorn its flawless design.
Coveted by all yet unmoved by the identity of neither its appointed bearer nor by the tenure and/or direction of its emissary’s administration. It’s only responsibility is to adorn the waist of its master, while shimmering with an almost narcissistic glare of undisputed authority . . . power and influence . . .
For both challenger and champion, this would stand as their first one-on-one encounter within the squared circle. Unlike their promotional brethren, their mutual resentment would not arise from the concept of familiarity - it would stem from a matter of obtaining power and contrasting principles. Standing upon opposing ends of the morality spectrum, these men were destined to make war with one another.

The fate of an entire promotion will be decided. . . . tonight.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The final stage was set with a Crimson & Black backdrop, adorned by numerous pieces of shattered mirrors - - placed in a heart-shaped setting. The backstage curtain placed between the reflective collage and the colossal trinity of super screens.
Camera Eleven would train its eye upon the colorful gathering of decorative poster boards and LoC memorabilia. Camera Six would offer a gradual sweep of the northwest landscape. The sound of forty nine-thousand nine-hundred & eighty seven strong was undeniable. Camera One would place the focus on a well-dressed Michael Buffer.
“Ladies’ & Gentlemen; It is time for your Main! Event! This contest is scheduled for One Fall & it is for the LoC Legacy Championship!” Camera Seven would garner an unprecedented view of the madhouse that was the Arena of Champions.
Several promotional chants would run into each other - exemplifying the pride of this budding wrestling company. This would endure for several moments.
“ARE YOU READY?!” bellowed the well-dressed ring announcer. The crowd’s cheers were legion.
RA :“Legacy of Champions; ARE . . . YOU . . . RRRRRRRRRRREADY?!” A few of the hefty patrons were growing hoarse. A band of college chicks just flashed their titties in front of the screen, turning it into the official cleavage-cam. Niiice.
RA:”Then . . . for the thousand in attendance . . . and the millions, watching at home . . . Ladies & Gentlemen . . . LLLLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO RUM-BLLLLLLLLLLLLLE!”
From overhead, the lights would flicker about with the intensity of an irregular heartbeat. The Legacytron would cast vivid captions to emphasize the level of greatness in one man. Technical proficiency meets the mind of an unacclaimed genius. Bow down to the Devil’s son-in-law . . .
‘Passive’ by A Perfect Circle

”Dead as dead can be,” my doctor tells me
But I just can’t believe him, never the optimistic one
I’m sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy . . . Darkness. This would summon the very worst of this capacity crowd as a lone silhouette of a man, stood encased by the dancing lights behind him. Head down. Knuckles bound into a passive fist. A full screen video montage would be dedicated in his honor - highlighting his road toward achieving championship status.

“ . . . Introducing first, the challenger; From Los Angeles, California . . . Weighting in at an even Two Hundred and Sixty pounds and accompanied to the ring by Laurie Williams . . . He is the current and reigning LoC Relentless champion . . . He is ‘The Equalizer’ RAY! CHAVEZ!” Standing at the apex of the entrance ramp, the Relentless champion would extend his arms outward to summon a brilliant cascade of sparks to christen the very earth he stood on. The commanding general of Black Tom’s hand-picked army would continue making his way toward the squared circle. Leading the way, Laurie Williams would give her best effort to sell the people on the Faction’s ambassador - Chavez couldn’t have cared less.
Sans the presence of his towering enforcer in Penance nor the seasoned experience of his eloquent leader in Black Tom, Chavez would maintain his resolve while brandishing a faint scowl across his visage. His level of focus was absolute. **** this entire gathering of judgmental sheep.
Should his championship campaign prove successful, they would all be among the first to kiss his balls. Chavez would cast a peculiar glare at the referee before looking toward the backstage curtain. He’d continue onward after a few moments.
Being blessed with a healthy set of 38 DD’s and the body of an aspiring Greek goddess, one wouldn’t have a problem believing that she would be able to sell fire in hell. In addition, wearing a skirt shorter than Logan Creig’s attention span. . . . Why in the **** is Camera Three shaking up and down like that?
Audio on Camera Three: (static) (heavy breathing) “Man. . .I’d like to slide my finger down the crack of dat . . .Oh shi. . .(static)
The confident duo of Chavez & Laurie would ascend to the top of the ring steps before exchanging pleasantries for key points of strategy amongst themselves. Given a warm kiss by his valet, the former WWR Heavyweight champion would pass through the ropes. Upon each turnbuckle, Ray would remain unashamed to flash his esteemed prize in front of this massive sea of non-believers before stepping down.
Mike Hunt would carefully take hold of the Relentless title and would entrust the timekeeper to do the same during his return to his assigned post. Ray’s theme music had ran it’s course, thus handing the focus back toward the jeering congregation. Abruptly, the arena would succumb to the blackened veil of darkness.
The eventual resurrection of lights would unveil the presence of a dozen cloaked individuals. Both Faction members would cast a discerning look at each of the cloaked figures, strategically surrounding the outer perimeter of the ring. Laurie would quickly brace herself firmly against her man as the shrouded band of unknowns, began their synchronized yet plodding march up the ramp way.
In pairs of two, they would cast their robes aside like old skin. The crowd would respond in their likeness of the Midnight Assassin. Similar to a living anthology of ninja attire, they each would commemorate the legacy of the infamous journeyman - All adorned with a carbon copy of various championships throughout his career. The lights would momentarily falter.
‘No Association’ by Silverchair

You’ve never wanted to know me before
Little or no association
Leve me alone, I want to live
Stop sucking the blood right out of. . .ME!! This would be the acoustic injection the fans needed to set them off. The trademark billowing overcast of smoke and strobe lighting would stand as their final destination. Complete pandemonium would overtake the arena immediately after the last two had immersed themselves within the man made storm cloud - that was when the self-proclaimed Emperor of LoC quietly stepped into view.

“Making his way to the ring; Hailing from the Kansai Prefecture of Osaka, Japan. . .He is the current, reigning and defending LoC Legacy Champion. . .Weighting in at Two Hundred and Thirty Five pounds; He is the Athletic Freak of Nature. . .Ladies and Gentlemen, Ninja! K!” Affixed to his back were a set of kanji-embroidered brocades. His customized attire bore the colors of Crimson and Obsidian trim to accentuate the menacing gleam of his Legacy championship - held firmly around his slender waist.
A number of wrestling faithful would reach out and touch him during his descent- no recourse would follow in the process. The Ronin’s attention would remain heavily on the asshole, who was busy readjusting the black sheaths along his arms.
Ignoring the collage of tatted poster boards, within the crowd, Ninja would slowly walk up the ring steps. Peeling the championship away from his mid section, Ninja would hold it against his thigh. A ringside tech head would quickly work to remove the brocades off Ninja’s back before bolting away.
Camera Two would embrace the image of an unimpressed Chavez - having his shoulders rubbed down by his esteemed valet. Comfortable within his opposing corner, he’d continue to burn holes through his opposition. Stepping inside, Kenshiro would commandeer the nearest corner and hold his ground.
The company’s symbol of achievement would be passed to the senior referee. The need to petition the fans for their approval wasn’t in the cards - the stakes were too high to **** around with something so irrelevant.
The embittered stares between both champions were mutual. Laurie’s adamant taunts fell on deaf ears as Mike Hunt had finished showcasing the belt before the people and was en route to the ropes to remove the title from the battlefield. Calling both men to the forefront, the in-ring mediator would begin to address both rivals.
At the conclusion of his practiced speech, Hunt would ask both men if they understood the rules. Neither man would respond. Taking everything into consideration, Mike would take a moment to reflect before signaling for the bell.

DING!
DING!
DING! The high impact technician would calmly nod at his enemy before stepping back. His opposition would respond in kind and buy into the preliminary Circle of Assessment. Fingers tingling on each end, both champions would collide with a Head/Collar Tie Up. Chavez was quick to break away. Collar & Elbow Tie Up - Take 2.
Both aggressively vying for control for several moments, Chavez would seize the moment to slip on a snug Kneeling Side Head Lock. Ninja would patiently wait for a shift in pressure to make his move. Wrenching down harder, Ray would make sure that the masked vagabond work for every inch of his vertical base.
A swift modified Forward Leg Sweep by Kenshiro would drive Ray into the canvas, allowing Ninja to swivel about and slap on a Grounded Front Face Lock. Checking extensively, Ray would eventually work himself back up to a single knee.
Not to be outdone, Chavez would slowly power his way out and follow through with an Arm Wringer. Kenshiro’s defiance would lead to Chavez reestablishing himself with a textbook Top Wrist Lock. The Californian’s collective strength and gravity would set the Japanese native at an obvious disadvantage.
Relying on his abdominal and leg strength, the former XWF champion would arch himself back to vertical base. Ninja would quickly slam his Shin against Ray’s calf before whipping his opposition soundly against the canvas with a sudden Over the Shoulder Arm Drag - the prelude to a hasty vice-like Triangle Choke.
Given his level of in-ring awareness, the Relentless champion would manage to roll over unto his stomach. Not one to panic, he’d quickly low crawl backward a few feet before leg scissoring the bottom rope for the legal break. Mike Hunt’s count would stand broken at three as Kenshiro was quick on the release.
Both men would continue casting visual daggers between them on all fours before slowly standing erect. Laurie would belt out a few suggestions to Chavez, stemming from his extensive play book The Osaka native would sweep the hair from his face and remain at the ready.
Hunched over slightly, the warring parties would extend their hands out slightly. Fingers wiggling. Immediately, the Legacy champion would shoot for the challenger’s legs. Ray managed to shuffle out of harm’s way, leading Ninja to try and drop to a knee to catch himself.
This in turn, allowed Chavez to snare his prey by the hair into a Guillotine Submission Hold. Taking a moment to recollect himself and thoroughly inspecting the integrity of the hold, Kenshiro would lift and drop the two-hundred & sixty pounder in short spurts before finally slipping out of the maneuver.
The challenger would put his guard up as Ninja held his fist at the ready - poise to be buried in Chavez’s face. Raymond’s words to the referee urged the ninja to back off. Quietly, the champions would comply. Much to the delight of his lovely valet, Mr. Chavez would stand to readjust his arm wear before readmitting himself into combat.
Both Kane & Stone would continue playing point/counterpoint in regards of both champions. Back to Square One, another Collar a/ Elbow Tie Up. The challenger would bring Ninja down into a Grounded Side Head Lock - all in a measure of containment. However, the innovative champion would break out of the hold by nipping to his feet.
Ninja with a Side Head Lock Takedown yet Chavez would rebuke him and Head Scissor his way out of it. Being the quicker of the two, Kenshiro slipped underneath Ray’s Right Hook and latched unto the rising challenger with a Rear Waist Lock.
In widening his base, a set of Elbows would fail to connect - prompting Raymond to barrel over toward the ropes. Ray was unable to hold on yet his own momentum would help him evade the Roll Up and put him back to a lowered base. Chavez’s Right Elbow would land flush into the ninja’s Jaw. All in one fluid motion, he’d overtake Ninja with a torrid Spinning Drop Toe.
In one fluid motion, Ray’s Rear Waist Lock would lift Ninja up yet a kicking Kenshiro would land himself into a seated posture. Again, Chavez’s second attempt would aggressively garner the same result. However, a small release in pressure, would give Ninja the opportunity to quickly transition from a Hammer Lock to a School Boy Pin . . .

ONE!
TWO! Jerking himself up and outward to land in the prone - with Ninja’s Hammer Lock still intact. His sufficiently padded Forearm against Ninja’s thigh kept him out of harm’s way of his rival’s calloused Knee Strikes.
Deftly swiveling along the canvas aided him in maintaining some reasonable distance. Grabbing a handful of Ninja’s tights, he’d cautiously gather his footing. In spite of the Hammer Lock, Ray would follow through with a Standing Back Body Drop.
In short order, the ninja would advert himself to land with both feet and make a B-line toward the opposing ropes. Kenshiro would run underneath the challenger’s Clothesline. However, his return would allow him be floored by the brunt of Ray’s chiseled shoulder.
Chavez was on the move as Kenshiro nipped up to his feet. Ninja’s attempt to trip him up, would be evaded with a mere Step Over. Ray stopped short - in time to bury Kenshiro into the mat with a ominous Power Slam!

ONE!
TWO!
Ninja with the elevated shoulder! Instinctively, the 1x fWo Tag Team Champion would utilize an Illegal Two Handed Choke to further demoralize his opposition. The in-ring official reach the count of four on two occasions before Chavez grabbed Ninja by the hair and began burying a flurry of fists into Kenshiro’s face.
Mike Hunt had enough and was on the Relentless champion’s case every step of the way. The audience were unashamed to spew a healthy dose of their unified venom at a self-assured Chavez. His brief period of pacing about had elapsed, using a vicious Stomp to Ninja’s head to add insult to injury.
Raymond’s Knee Lift would leave him leaning. An Immediate Short Arm Clothesline would level him for good measure. A swift Elbow Drop would land flush with Ninja’s Chest - the proverbial ‘cherry on top.’ His Lateral Press would entail grinding his forearm against the champion’s cheek. . .

ONE!
TWO! Not even a solid two count as the Legacy champion would power out of the pin fall. Chavez would slap the back of Ninja’s head at random - irritating both target and witnesses to no end. Ray would back his enemy against the ropes before opting for the Irish Whip. Ninja with the Reversal. A punishing Forearm Strike to the Face sent Ray staggering backward. Kenshiro with a Hammer Throw. Chavez would reverse the momentum with a Standing Hip Toss. Ninja floated over. . .

The Osaka Plex
(An Overhead Northern Lights Salto Suplex) A prone Chavez would fire back with both hands. Each would find respite within Ninja’s palms. Chavez would be pull back up to his feet. Monkey Flip by Ninja, who in turn, follows through. It would take some work yet the two-hundred & thirty five pounder managed to pin Ray’s shoulders into the mat.

ONE!
TWO!
Ray’s upper body would fend off the champion’s advances for a moment before being pinned down again. . .
ONE!
TWO! Chavez wasn’t having it. Pinning Raymond’s shoulders to the canvas, Ninja would tip up vertically, Ray’s knees would follow suit. Chavez would utilize that momentum to steal back his vertical base. Ninja’s premature leap would put him into harm’s way as he landed along Raymond’s shoulders. Kicking frantically, he’d escape from Ray’s patented Death Valley Driver.
An Overhand Chop by Ninja would stun the challenger, setting him up for a Half Nelson Suplex. Raymond with the timely block. Snap Mare by Chavez yet Ninja flipped over & landed on both feet - gunning toward the ropes for momentum. Chavez would lift the returning ninja into a Tilt the Whirl. Ninja would slip off - landing face to face with his opposition . . .

SMACK!
WHOOO! Chavez hunched over slightly from the force of an Overhand Slap to the Chest. The billowing wave of crowd heat would go unchecked as Ninja seized his prey by the hair. A battery of Forearm Shivers would leave the Relentless champion strung out along the ring ropes. Ninja with the Irish Whip. Reversal. On the carom, Ninja would pivot & Reverse Somersault over a bent over Chavez. . .

JAPANESE SKULL SPLIT. . . Saved by an instinctive heel hook, Chavez would quickly slide out and away to the outside. The masses began to taunt him as Laurie concentrated on calming Ray down. Kenshiro would fan the flames by holding the ropes down for the challenger - inviting him to come back in for more. Taking his hands off his hips, Chavez would carefully make his return.
The challenger motioned for a Test of Strength challenge, meeting the masked vagabond halfway. Deadlocked. Chavez would dig in. Kenshiro shuffled back to severely hamper his foe’s equilibrium with a Snap Kick to the Left Thigh. Ray was still hanging on. . .

CRACK!
OOHHH! Ray Ray didn’t like that **** at all. His vertical base began to weaken, granting the Midnight Assassin the leeway to break his victim down. Another Buzzsaw Kick would force a grimacing Chavez to extend his arm outward - hoping to bring the Japanese onslaught to a halt. Bad move, Ray.

CRACK!
OOHHH! The shot to the rib cage dropped him. Left clutching his side, Ray remain lurched forward on both knees. Ninja reared back . . .

CRACK!
OOHHH! Raymond’s chest was left with a radiant flush of red. Capillaries were being busted open. His eyelids and first were both clenched. Mouth gaping yet devoid of sound. . .

. . . . . .
CRACK!
OOHHH! Ray Ray didn’t like that **** at all. His vertical base began to weaken, granting the Midnight Assassin the leeway to break his victim down. Another Buzzsaw Kick would force a grimacing Chavez to extend his arm outward - hoping to bring the Japanese onslaught to a halt. Bad move, Ray.
Ninja would be the first to crawl back inside, looking to rip Chavez off the ring apron with a Suplex. However, Ray would be able to float up and over to hang on with a Rear Waist Lock. Ninja with the Standing Switch.
Ray’s botched Back Elbow would leave him open for a Side Head Lock. The crowd would respond to Chavez lifting Ninja up for a Back Drop Suplex over the top rope. The nimble assassin’s agility would place him along the narrow avenue to grab Raymond’s hair. . .

OOOHHHH!
(E) Spinning Head Lock Elbow Drop on the Top Rope = Whiplash[h=6]2[/h]
. . .LoC! LoC! LoC! LoC! LoC! LoC! . . . The Relentless Champion bounced along the canvas, cradling the back of his head & neck. The former 21w Millennium Champion would slide back in for the Lateral Press. . .

ONE!
TWO! Chavez with the Kick out! Quickly, the Legacy champion would go to work on Ray’s neck with a Back Mounted Inverted Face Lock. Hunt would continue monitoring a reluctant Ray’s vitals. Eventually, Chavez would hook his arm around Ninja’s leg to provide him with a base.
Drawing both knees in, he’d power himself up to a vertical base - with Ninja still hanging on with a Body Scissors as well. Amazingly, Ray Chavez would shoot backwards toward the corner.
Kicking out his legs, Ninja would push off the ropes to roll up & over Chavez. Raymond would promptly whip the ninja back unto his shoulder to apply an Argentine Back Breaker. Ray dropped to his knees, applying some damage to the ninja’s exposed ribs. Raymond would plant his knee against Kenshiro’s face while striking a muscular pose. . .

ONE!
TWO! Kenshiro would jerk away from the canvas. Naturally, Raymond would slap on a Fujiwara Arm Bar on his enemy - in hopes of never sampling the Skull Splitter ever again. The Ronin would keep fighting, ignoring the 21 questions Mike Hunt was destined to know.
Seeing Ninja was not ready to hand the belt over, Raymond would pull Kenshiro back to his feet before ramming him shoulder first into the immovable steel beam. Chavez would lift and spike Ninja into the canvas with a tenacious Snap Suplex. Wind milling himself back to his knees, the end result was merely academic. . .

Hammer Lock Northern Lights Suplex
ONE!
TWO! Ray had back bended his way out of the victory to lift and bury Ninja with the same maneuver - putting more stress on his enemy’s arm and back. By hook or crook, the that belt would be his for the taking. . .

ONE!
TWO! Heading back to a vertical base, Ray would double Kenshiro over with a calloused Front Kick to the Abdomen. One Overhand Forearm would lead to ten - ensuring his enemy was down to a single knee. Ray’s Double Under Hook Suplex sent ripples throughout his rival’s spine. He’d grab both of Ninja’s legs and laid in a malicious Groin Stomp to piss of the ignorant masses.
Grabbing Ninja’s legs again, Ray was more than willing to give him an encore performance - an Old School STF. Considerately disoriented by the pain, Kenshiro would steadily rebuke the urge to concede. Crawling over toward the ropes would become a chore in itself.
The fans prodded him to hang on. Laurie would begin ranting about Ninja’s advancement until Ray started burying Elbows between Ninja’s shoulder blades that’s when Chavez would switch over to a secured Camel Clutch. Fists flaring, the Legacy champion would drag himself closer toward the ropes. The masses would start booing as Laurie held the ropes out of Ninja’s reach.
Finally, Ray had enough & delivered a weighted Stomp on the ninja’s arm before utilizing his leverage on the ropes and his boot to drive the air out of the aspiring champion. Being the habitual line-stepper he was, the Relentless champion would allot himself a moment of self praise before returning back to work.
Chavez with Brain Buster. It should have been but Ninja managed to slip off. A seventy-five mph Buzzsaw Kick would slam into Raymond’s lower back. The cheering populous would grimace along with the recipient of the attack. Another similar Kick would land audibly against the challenger’s Left calf - dropping him down to a single knee.
The trifecta would be complete as the Abdominal Shot left Chavez gaping on all fours. Shuffling back a few paces, Ninja would kick a field goal with Raymond’s rib cage. Tony Stone was muttering something about the brutality being displayed in earlier events when Ninja stood atop Chavez’s back. Ninja’s ascension would be short lived and to the point. . .

OOOHHHH! Ninja’s eccentric 450 Splash had the potential to reduce Raymond’s insides into paste. The promotional chant would be brought out from the masses as Ninja and Chavez were both ailing from the attack. Laurie would snatch her cowgirl hat off as Chavez was soon covered by the Athletic Freak of Nature. . .

ONE!
TWO! The Relentless Champion’s body would jerk wildly out of the pinning predicament. No worries as the Osaka native was quick to ignore his condition and slap on a convincing Sickle Hold. Black Tom’s baby girl continued slapping the ring apron repeatedly with Chavez willing himself to fight on.
Ninja would roll over unto his stomach to further complicate matters with an FTS. Raymond’s arms would wave frantically - in part he was a mere fingertip away from the ropes. Laurie reached out to him, helping Chavez to dodge another bullet. The Arena of Champions would become the rest haven for angry fans as Laurie feigned her innocense to the in-ring official.
The pain was intense as Chavez draped his upper body over the bottom rope. Laurie held him until the ninja closed in. Ray was unable to keep Ninja’s Slingshot Guillotine Leg Drop from sandwiching his face against the ring apron. The audible thud would force most of the viewers to cringe.
The sickening recoil would leave Chavez cradling the back of his neck, wildly churning his legs in utter anguish. Landing a few feet away from Laurie, Ninja would send her running out of harm’s way. Referee Mike Hunt’s words were easily ignored as Ninja focused on making his transition from the floor to ring apron.
Meanwhile, Chavez would ascend from the kneeling - with Hunt urging Ray to respond to him. Moment’s later, Ninja would rear back to unleash an aerial assault. However, Chavez would quickly use the referee to shield him from the attack. Ninja hesitated and dropped down to reset himself - that’s when Laurie opted to latch herself unto Ninja’s leg.
While Ninja was busy shoving Laurie to the floor, Ray would cast Mike aside before sending Kenshiro airborne with a Running High Knee to the Face! The infamous ‘boo birds’ were out in full force as Raymond shooed away an angry referee.
Camera Two was at Ground Zero. Kenshiro was on one knee, grimacing from the rough landing against the barricades. Eventually rolling himself to the outside, the sandy-blond devil would lean the champions back with several solid Right Hands.
After opening up a mixed bag of Punches & Kicks, he’d repeatedly use his Knee to sandwich Kenshiro against the unforgiving rails. Standing his enemy up vertically, Raymond’s hatred would come with a receipt. . .

SMACK!
WHOOOO!
Overhand Slap by Chavez. Right Hook. Front Kick. European Uppercut. . .
SMACK!
WHOOOO!
Kenshiro with a Knife Edge Chop. However, every boot by Chavez came measured by with malicious intent before leaning the champion back. . .
SMACK!
WHOOO! Clutching his chest, Kenshiro was back down to a single Knee. Snatching a beer out of a morbidly obese fan’s hand, Chavez would pop the plastic top before dousing his enemy’s head with it. Ninja was pissed and temporarily blinded. His Caucasian foe would continue mocking his inability to zero in on his target. The random Slaps across the Face would allow the ninja to overexpose himself.

Front Kick. Running Start. Shoulder First into the Ring Steps! Chavez would place Ninja into a Full Nelson, affording Laurie the opportunity to slap the ninja across the face. Embittered by the cowardly cheap shot, Ninja’s actions would send her running off toward safety. Raymond had the remedy.

Chop Block Upon impact, Kenshiro would roll into a collective heap. Clutching his leg, the Kansai bred superstar be deemed the rightful beneficiary of another Boot to the Head. The fans has a fetish for the negative and Ray loved nothing but to accommodate. However, he needed to give something back to the fans besides a T-shirt. . .

**** YOU, FLORIDA! That went over well with the fans and the ref. The middle finger was an added bonus. Chavez knew he was on a roll, sending Ninja for the ride towards the opposing pole. Kenshiro slammed into the metal obstruction and fell to a seated position quickly, allowing Chavez to slam his arm forcibly against the unforgiving steel pillar - his good arm at that. The self-proclaimed Devil was busy trying to extinguish the fire set within his arm. Meanwhile, Ninja was allotting himself some time to rekindle his lost vision. Plodding after his blonde oppressor, Kenshiro would shove Chavez back inside.

SMACK!
WHOOO! An Overhand Chop to wear down his enemy. An Irish Whip by Ninja would send Chavez bouncing hard into the corner. Chavez charged in but say Ninja tipping up in advance. He’d deliver a Kick to Ninja’s treasure house that would rival Hardcore Holly’s before connecting with a wicked Wheel Barrow Suplex.
Like Black Tom told him, ‘Expect the unexpected.with this one’ With the tenacity of a Pit Bull, Chavez held on while rolling back his feet - to serve Kenshiro up with something fresh out the kitchen. . .

HALF NELSON DRIVER The smarks’s appreciation for Ray’s technical diversity would blur the lines of good & evil. Ray rolled him over. Cover. . .

ONE!
TWO!
THRE. . .OOHHH!
PAY THEM NO NEVERMIND, HONEY! KICK HIS ASS! Camera Two would zoom in and see the look of frustration settle across Raymond’s face. Sifting a heavy sigh through his feet, the high impact technician would wring the pain out of his arm before going on. 'Maybe she was right' Ray thought while draping Ninja along the top rope with a Front Ring Rope Suplex.
The challenger was looking good on his way toward the ropes. Ray’s Drop Kick would send the ninja crashing into the barricades once again. Laurie started clapping her hands & praising her man.
Sauntering over toward the announce table, Ninja would seek to recover from the recent beating by the upstart veteran. Taking a page out of the ol’ aerial cookbook, Chavez would take flight with a Tope Suicida! Ninja saw it coming. . .

OOOHHHH! The announcers’s play books and cliff notes would be scattered to the winds as the challenger skated across the table before spilling into the guardrails. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Ninja would ignore the screaming idiots to start choking Chavez with the television power cords - out of the view of the referee. The commotion would remain brief as the bloody scowl of Chavez showed up on the big screen.
With Chavez, crawling from behind the table, the announcers would scurry away. The Back Mounted Cross Face Forearms would only summon more blood to the surface. Laurie Williams would continue screaming at the ninja, who would lift and hurl the ring steps at her.
The fans would clamber on aimlessly as it careened off the black pole. Ninja’s intentions would be made clear by his positioning - His XWF roots were subject to resurface.
Ninja with the Brain Buster. Blocked by Chavez. Ray with a Knee to the Stomach. Power Bomb! No! Ninja flipped out and landed to drive a Knee into his enemy’s face. Ray’s able to block the Sunset Flip Pin by dropping down. The champion back bended his way up to his feet and connected with a Standing Back Kick. Hammer Throw by Ninja toward the announce table. Reversal by Chavez - who missed with the Clothesline. . .

The Victimizer
(A Leaping Double Roundhouse Kick) Chavez would begin staggering wildly - collapsing atop the announce table. Ninja grabbed the challenger by his tattered mane. Chavez swung with an intentional Left Hook. He missed. Ninja would seize him with a Rear Waist Lock. . .

THOOM!
OOOOHHHH!
CLANG!
OOOOOHHHHH! The Gemini Suplex would turn Chavez into a human pinball, bouncing off the ring steps before being jettisoned over the barricade - in one fluid motion. A chant for the divine feces would render everything difficult to focus on anything.
Ninja was a little shaken up yet ready for combat. From behind, Laurie would pounce on the unsuspecting ninja’s back. Tying to claw his eyes out, Laurie would realize she was better off watching from the sidelines as Ninja laid his hands on her. . .

WHAM!
OOOHH! The Ronin’s aggressive Snap Mare would bounce the little lady ass first against the unforgiving metal base. Her marred face told the story. She wanted to scream but was unable to project it.
Another ominous fecal chant would render her tears devoid of concern. Ninja would drag her by her hair off the small platform but Mike Hunt would be there to intercede on her behalf - something about ‘conduct unbecoming of a champion’. Whatever.
Climbing over the guardrails, Ninja sought to retrieve his adversary from the crowd and pulled him back over. Chavez would burst into the scene with a Running Ax Bomber - knocking the champion back over the barricades - unto the padded earth.
Infuriated by the ninja’s actions, he’d take the fight to Kenshiro - in hopes of regaining some retribution. Mike Hunt was busy attending to Laurie’s condition while both combatants were still warring with one another.
Back inside the ring, Chavez was a man of vengeance as he leveled the ninja with another Short Arm Clothesline. Tugging on the ropes, he’d try to crush the life out of the ninja before Hunt made his immediate return. Ray would stand Ninja up and whip him to the opposing corner - following in hot pursuit. Chavez connected with an accurate Turnbuckle Clothesline.
After stomping on his bothersome rival, Chavez would latch unto Ninja’s legs - ready for a Short Power Bomb. He pulled Kenshiro into the air but in holding unto the ropes, the cat-like ninja would land in a crouched posture. Immediately, Kenshiro would cut Chavez down to size with a Drop Kick to both Knees.
Ninja would use Raymond’s hair to lead him in closer to the turnbuckle. Tornado DDT Time! Laurie was a woman scorned and had a firm grasp of the ninja’s foot. Referee Mike Hunt was there to get her off the apron. Ninja would cast off but Chavez would bring himself to a screeching halt. . .

Inverted Atomic Drop!
. . . . . .
FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX!
Hunt slid down for the cover. . .
ONE!
TWO!
THRE. . .OOHHH! That arm of Ray’s was beginning to bother him - not as much as not being able to end the ninja’s legacy. It would only solidify that look of contempt for both Ninja and the referee while recovering. Ray would drag his thumb across his throat signaling for the end of Kenshiro’s reign. With his opponent seemingly out of it, Raymond would point to his lady love before ‘lowering the boom’ on Ninja.

CRADLE PILDRIV...ER! NO! Hanging Arm Bar by Ninja! Ray began screaming emphatically as Mike Hunt remained a mainstay in his ear. If only Ray could clasp his hands together. . .Unsuccessful. . .but wait. . .Fingers interlocked, Chavez dug deep within.

AAAAAGGGHHHHH!! The fans were still cheering as Ray only manage to bring the ninja several inches off the floor. Mike’s running his mouth. Laurie was jabbering about something. Gotta think. . .Stay focused. . .

AAAAAGGGHHHHH!!!!! Chavez would lift the ninja above sea level before bracing two hundred and thirty five pounds across his shoulders . . .

CRUNCH!
(Death. Valley. Driver) However, the impact would rattle Ray’s hampered shoulder and he began rolling away to his side. Laurie was livid, screaming at Chavez to pin Ninja. Struggling to regain his footing, Laurie’s client would stumble upward to a vertical base.. . .

ONE!
TWO!
THREE!! Two & nine-tenths! Chavez screamed at the top of his lungs, still cradling his hampered arm. Laurie would continue stomping around along the outside, throwing her hat down and angrily slapping the ring apron. Thunder would begin rolling within the stands as both contenders struggled to rejuvenate themselves.
Raymond’s fist was bouncing off the canvas like lead raindrops. A leery champion would use the ropes to stand himself erect but he would have unwanted help in the process. Grabbing Chavez by the wrist, Ninja reared back. Chavez would manage to grab the referee’s shirt, pulling him into the line of fire. . .

OOOHHH
The Temporal Shift
(A Koppou Kick) Mike Hunt was down! A great number of fans would advert their attention toward the entrance staging area. Realizing his fatal error, Ninja would attempt to physically amend his mistake. As Kenshiro dragged Mike out of harm’s way, Laurie would slide in a Steel Chair. The masses would continue booing his un-sportsman-like conduct.
Chavez was through ****ing around. If he couldn’t beat his opponent fairly, he’d have to resort to doing things - the Chavez way. Ninja would lazily paw a Kneeling Chavez. . .Ray with the Low Blow!
Satisfied with the limited movement of his prey, Ray would aggressively position the chair between the middle and top rope before landing another Stomp on the fallen vagabond.
Dragging the virtually depleted ninja by his hair, the West Coast phenom would work to lift the battered champion unto his shoulder before tossing the champion across the air like a human lawn dart. . .

CRUNCH!
OOOHHH
A Running Release Power Bomb into the Turnbuckle The impact against the Steel Chair rang out like a shot. The multitude of marks groaned in the aftermath. Kenshiro was dead. Still cradling his arm, he’d motion for his valet to bring him another chair. Despite being stricken by utter pain, the Equalizer would flash an eerie smile for his efforts.
Ninja’s movements were sporadic, at best - leading Miss Williams to climb in to even the score. The congregation were all the more pissed off and unashamed to let the Faction know it as Laurie kept stomping and kicking on the often rebellious ninja. Chavez would order Laurie to slide the chair under Ninja’s head like a pillow before turning his attention toward the referee. . .

GET YOUR ASS UP, HUNT! Laurie would subtly slap the referee out of unconsciousness. Dragging him by his striped shirt, Chavez would kick Mike in the ass before dragging Kenshiro out to the middle of the ring. Staggering toward the corner, Chavez would drag himself to the top - poised to end the match with a bang. Chavez would take flight . . .

WHAM! Ray’s tribute to Randy Savage missed! Landing squarely atop his ailing arm, he would be reduced to a blithering mess. Clawing his way toward his enemy, Ninja would rally the people to keep the faith. Cover!

ONE!
TWO!
THRE. . .OOHHH!
BOOOO!! Statuz Quo had successfully dove into the ring and ripped Mike Hunt off the canvas. Malik would follow suit and turn Ninja inside out with a Running Lariat! The ring would become littered with trash as Quo used his patented Ether to put Mike Hunt out of commission. Together, the Tag Team Champions would begin beating the breaks off Ninja’s ass.

**** YOU, CHAVEZ!! (Clap x5) . . .Set recording for numerous repetitions The unworthy challenger would direct his soldiers to eliminate the opposition. The Mammoth would impose his will on Ninja with an earth-shattering Power Bomb! Leaning back against the ropes, The King of the South would C - Walk his way to the prone assassin to A-Town Stomp his ass back to Osaka. . . .

’Pariah’ - E. Town Concrete To say the crowd ‘exploded’ would be a complete understatement; Nogzilla. Cheese. The Legion of Dairy were burning a trail toward the squared circle. The Tag Team Champions would meet them head on.
Nog slid through Malik’s legs and rebound off the ropes - scored with a Double Mule Kick. The fans cheered as Cheese & Roland were busy exchanging Punches between each other. Ray Chavez would spin Nog about to catch a Clothesline from Belle for his troubles. Quo would recollect himself to Hammer Throw Nog toward the ropes before a Cactus Jack-like Clothesline, sent both of them tumbling to the outside.
Irish Whip by Cheese. Reversal by Roland. Malik would miss with the Running Boot. A Running Shoulder Block would connect, staggering the man-mountain back toward the ropes. Nog would slide back in to aid his partner in crime. Laurie would continue running around like a headless chicken. . .
A Double Drop Kick by the LoD would send Roland through the ropes and to the floor respectively. Statuz Quo would be the one to drag Cheese via both legs to the outside. Together, the Tag Champions were doing a number on the Dairytown native before Nog laid the trio out with a Running Over the Top Rope Senton!

LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . LoD! . . . The brawling would eventually spill over the protective barricades, prompting security to keep the civilian populous out of harm’s way. Laurie would hover a dazed Chavez, trying to revive him. Unbeknownst to her, the battle-hardened champion was staggering back up to one knee.
The masses cheered as Kenshiro snatched her hat off and cast it aside. Frantically, Laurie would head for the hills but the Legacy champion snatched her off her feet by her hair. Her screams would only stir the sprawled out Chavez and keep the masses praying for her downfall.
Angrily, she would fight and claw him like the hell-cat she was until she launched her foot toward his Jade Marbles. Kenshiro caught her foot. Laurie gasped in horror as the Ronin hoisted her up toward the heavens. Black Thong. Nice cheeks. She must work out.
It was then that gravity and Ninja’s ten second pose would bless the world with a Camel Toe Shot of the Year. This was for Phoenix Riktor. . .

WHAM!
The Midnight Symphony
(A Mexican Stretch Buster)
. . .[h=2]LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC! . . . LoC![/h] . . . Laurie was finished, laying down as a beautiful blond heap. Kenshiro knelt over her to a moment before regaining his vertical base. . .

SMACK! The crowd would spew venom at Raymond for waffling Ninja from behind. Ninja would drop down to a single Knee, bearing a stern grimace upon his visage. The steel chair landed with a thud as Ray hobbled over and started wailing on the kneeling ninja.
With both hands, Chavez would continue taunting the champion - bits of spittle would dance from his quivering lips. His ranting was inaudible yet his actions demanded revenge - in the name of his woman and adopted family. The Dairytown soldiers were still trading blows with Malik & Quo within the sea of humanity.
The Relentless Champion would hurl Ninja upward for the DVD! Gnashing his teeth and all, Raymond teetered against the amassed weight. Kicking his legs about, Ninja would slip off and land on both feet. . .

Inverted Head Lock Back Breaker Rigid spine and all, Chavez slowly collapsed to both knees before coming to rest atop the ring’s epicenter. The Legacy Champion would continue heaving from both all fours before dragging himself back to his feet. The accumulated damage had set in yet Kenshiro stumbled his way toward the nearby chair. . .

SMACK! The metal seat would be flung over the top rope, bouncing soundly against the announce table. Chavez would painfully roll over to stare at the pretty lights above. Climbing up the turnbuckle garnered a reasonable level of interest as the cameras were zeroed in lieu for the coup de gras. Standing erect, he’d stare deep into Chavez’s beady little eyes.

’Always look your demons in the eye before you kill them.’
The Legacy Champions soared . . .
. . . . . .
WHAM!
The Fall of A Seraphim
(A Cannonball Senton Bomb) Ninja velocity would bounce him a few feet away from the quivering Chavez. Landing against his side, he’d hear the legion of voices - emanating from the stands. The repetitive chant of LoC would urge him to claw his way over and bring this dark chapter to a close. The referee was nowhere to be found until a familiar face, climbed over the barricades. . .

Scott Riktor Shoving the Mike Hunt back into the ring, the Legacy Commissioner would egg him on to make the cover. Ninja hooked his enemy’s leg deeply. . .

ONE!
Malik & Statuz Quo were still brawling with the Legion of Dairy, trying to get back inside the ring. . .
TWO!
Both men would break through and reach the ring apron - only to be held back by both Nog and Cheese. . .
THREE!! Game over. ‘No Association’ by Silverchair would scream out of the PA. Black Tom’s forces appeared downtrodden along the outside while the heroic insurgents threw their fists into the air in celebration. The ring announcer would step through the ropes and present the Legacy title back to its rightful owner, who would pin it against his weary chest.

”Your winner of the match. . .and still your LoC Legacy Champion! Ninja! . . .” Malik and Ronald would drag their fallen comrades out of the ring and help them make their way toward the backstage area. Still coughing up crimson, a defeated Chavez would mutter curses under his breath. Malik & Statuz Quo would continue pointing back at the Clown Princes of Tag Team wrestling, both swearing revenge.
Kenshiro would slowly ascend to the second turnbuckle - dangling the Legacy Championship belt at his side. Looking out into the crowd, he’d nod in affirmation and acceptance before staring down towards Riktor.
Tipping his Aviator shades, Scott would pound the left side of his chest. Pausing for a moment, Ninja would do the same before Riktor and the LoD climbed back over the railings. Left to bask in the adoring rays of victory, Ninja would pace about the ring and recollect his wayward thoughts. . .
Abruptly, the playing of Silverchair, would stand aborted. Kenshiro started toward the ceiling before darkness overwhelmed the arena. The Legacytron flickers to life with the flurry of electronic snow, dancing along the vast screen. The PA would crackle back to life on its own. . .

- - - - - - - - - - - -
[Urban street setting - scrolling down the inner city locals throughout the area, each one branded with a personalized caption; Crooklyn. Staten Island. Queens. Bed Sty. The Boogie Down. Harlem. Fade. . .]
PA: This is a public service announcement
Sponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records. . .
[ The New York skyline shifting from a bird’s eye view to a wide angled perspective. Traffic lights and urbanites heading toward their appointed destinations. Fade. . .]
. . .Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride & sincerity that present this recording, as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during out generation. . .
[ The scene would reemerge as if the camera was being drawn toward a place or point of interest. Buildings and vehicle lights were but a mere blur as the scene had closed in on the massive screen within Times Square.]
. . .Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride & sincerity that present this recording, as a living testament and recollection of history in the making during out generation. . .
Allow me to re-introduce myself. . .My name is HOV! (Massive pyrotechnical explosion) OH, H-to-the-O-V, I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z. . .
[The New Year’s ball would slowly slip behind the screen, thus reveling the identity of the individual in question - electronically customized by design.]
[h=2]JCON[/h][h=2][/h] The Arena of Champions was figuratively set on fire by the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling faithful. Camera Five would embrace the energy, surging throughout the stands.
The Legacy Champion would remain indifferent by the rabid display - until the former PIW heavyweight Champion, stepped through the backstage curtain. The competitive fire began burning within. . .
With both hands in his baby Leather jacket and urban attire on his person, Jonathan Conspiracy would take a good look at his new surroundings.
Kenshiro would scale his way back atop the turnbuckles and extend the title before him - sending the newcomer a personal invite to contend for the Legacy championship. Right here. Right now.
Nodding his head in amusement, JCON would end the program with his arrogant trademark sneer. . .

The promotion better known as Legacy of Champions just became One Letter Better. . . Winner: Ninja K via Pinfall.

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Tramel knocked JCON's debut out the park... too bad we never got JCON vs Ninja K... but maybe in jOlt it will happen... got some things I want to do from Arc 2 and beyond to get JCON back out there
 

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