XWA Massacre - 12th April 2010

[Johawn]

The night after Legends…

Rose:

[/color] That’s one scotch, and a pint for me.

Ciaren:[/color] Cheers, mate.

The two sit at a table in a bar which is oddly empty, considering two global superstars are currently inhabiting it. Then again, they’re not the most loved of people, and both have proven time and again that they are not to be crossed. Tonight, however, they could be anyone. No trace of their usual intensity or badassery. They sit, relaxed, obviously enjoying the fruits of a hard day’s labour.

Ciaren:[/color] I thought you weren’t drinking anymore. I heard you were on a cranberry kick.

Rose:[/color] Eh, it’s been a hard night. S’not the same unwinding without a good pint, y’know?

Ciaren:[/color] Aye.

The two kick back, completely at ease, enjoying the kind of silence that only two men who’ve been to hell and back together can. It’s a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional squeak of the bartender wiping a glass, worried a little at the slow business the two have brought with them.

Rose:[/color] Big night, eh?

Ciaren:[/color] Yep. For both of us.

Rose:[/color] World champ, eh?

Ciaren nods, downing his glass of scotch and raising his hand to call for another.

Ciaren:[/color] Aye. Who’d have thought it?

Rose:[/color] Heh. I know. You’ve come a long way, man.

Another nod.

Rose:[/color] Wasn’t too long ago we were trying to train you to wrestle. Remember that? You were bloody terrible, man.

Ciaren laughs, obviously in a good enough mood to embrace this slight jibe, rather than make Rose eat his words.

Rose:[/color] Heh, couldn’t get you to do a bloody hammerlock, never mind a suplex or a hurricanrana or anything.

Ciaren’s scotch arrives, and he sips at it, but nods slight again as he does, showing that Rose still has his attention.

Rose:[/color] Mind you, you were drinking a crapload back then. You still carrying a hipflask? Cos that wasn’t good…

Ciaren:[/color] Naw…nowadays it’s a couple after a match, and that’s it. Got to be focussed and that.

Rose:[/color] Well…s’working. Good on you. Heh…did I see you use a WRESTLING move or two tonight?

Ciaren shrugs.

Ciaren:[/color] Needs must and all that. Last thing he was expecting. And I’m still the champ, so no complaints, alright?

Rose:[/color] Hehe, nah, it was good. And congratulations again. Don’t get used to it, though, eh?

Rose winks at Ciaren, who smiles.

Ciaren:[/color] Oh aye…beat D, didn’t you?

Rose modestly shrugs, smiling broadly, like a child would when praised for a particularly good drawing.

Ciaren:[/color] Jesus…Beat him up pretty bad, as well, didn’t you?

Nod.

Ciaren:[/color] There’s not many who can say that, I can tell you.

Rose:[/color] I think Mike…Tempest…might’ve done it. Not sure, though. And anyways, how many times have I beat Tempest now, anyways?

Ciaren:[/color] Think Angelus did, too.

Rose:[/color] Exactly, and where’s he these days?

Ciaren:[/color] Fuck knows, mate. Who cares?

Rose:[/color] That’s my point. He buggered off and no one cares about him now. Same with DGX.

Rose takes a hearty gulp from his pint.

Rose:[/color] I beat him. Everyone reckoned he was the best, and all that. The one to shut me up, yadda yadda. But I beat him. Beat the crap out of him, too.

Ciaren:[/color] Took a good bit of you down with him, like…

Rose:[/color] Well, yeah.

Rose reaches up and subconsciously strokes the stitches on his forehead.

Rose:[/color] He put up a fight, sure. Gave it just about everything. But that’s the best bit! He gave it everything and he still lost. Y’know what that makes me, Ciaren?

Ciaren:[/color] A cocky bastard?

Rose cracks up laughing.

Rose:[/color] Haha! Well, maybe. But with me beating him, that makes me the best! Finally it’s like…s’like, official. And, way I see it, I beat D, I OWN D. I think maybe I should continue his legacy, what d’you reckon?

Ciaren shrugs again. He adjusts his hat before addressing the elephant in the room.

Ciaren:[/color] Makes you number one contender, n’all…

Rose sips at his beer.

Rose:[/color] Mm. Yeah, I suppose it does.

Ciaren:[/color] Thing is, mate…I quite like having this belt. It’s pretty cool, actually. Gets you a free drink here, an easy bird there, bit of power, bit of respect…It’s good.

Rose looks almost hungry suddenly.

Ciaren:[/color] So…well, I’m going to keep it as long as I can. So…I’m afraid that means I’m going to have to kick the shit out of you.

Rose wakes from his trance to crack up laughing again. Not in a disrespectful way, though. Rose knows that Ciaren is deadly serious and more than capable.

Rose:[/color] Hahaha…very eloquently put, mate. And I know. I wouldn’t expect you to go easy on me. Wouldn’t want you to. I hope you can keep up with me, though. Dunno if you’ve heard, but I’m really fucking good at this stuff.

The two laugh together again, as Rose grabs his pint and raises it to toast.

Rose:[/color] To kicking arse at Legends!

Ciaren:[/color] To undefeated streaks!

Rose:[/color] To an awesome match at Revenge!

The two clink their glasses together and drain their respective drinks. Ciaren signals up to the barman.

Ciaren:[/color] To (two) more over here!

www.instantrimshot.com

The two laugh once again, and kick back to wait for their drinks. Fade out.

And now, to the present. And time for the brand new Massacre video.



And tonight we’re in the Arco Arena in Sacramento, CA! A restless crowd are more than ready for a big night of action, even if they are confused by the somewhat abrupt ending to the new opening video for Massacre. All will be revealed very shortly.[/b]

Pyro and theme music explodes at all angles of the Entrance stage. We close in on the announcers desk, where as usual Mark Sanction and J.Pain are sat. [/b]

Sanction: Hello ladies and gentlemen to what is likely to be a very somber edition of Massacre. If you didn't catch Legends last night, we have some footage from the show which will explain why things are how they are tonight.

MadDog looks dumbfounded as he opens the envelope and removes the letter the messenger gave him, and starts to read it to himself. MadDog suddenly shows complete rage as he screams at the messenger, who has left.

Pain: Who Sent you.... What.... NO!!!!!!!! They can’t do this to me!!!!! Dammit........ I will fucking show them!!!!

MadDog has an intense look about him as he takes the letter and folds it up and sticks it in his pocket as he storms out of his office and proceeds down the hall, we see various wrestlers and agents standing in the hallway as MadDog storms past them and heads for the nearest exit from the building. MadDog growls at them as he storms past, letting them know to get the hell out of his way. MadDog opens the door, and sees his limousine waiting for him, and MadDog power walks towards it and opens the back door and screams at the driver.

[/b]

Pain: Start this son of a bitch up… We need to get me to the airport and fast!...

The last image we now will see of The MadDog is him getting into the limo, and slamming the door, when… Well…. Sometimes a picture is worth a lot more than any words can describe.[/b]

[/quote]The fans are astonished and silent. Bowed heads everywhere.

Pain: That was awesome!

Sanction: Well personally, I don't think so, Pain. We have reason to believe Carmen is on her way to make a big announcement in the next few moments. We hope that MadDog is---

The screen fizzles and eventually cuts out. A humourous image of a dog with a plug socket in it's mouth and the words 'TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES. PLEASE STAND BY' temporarily fill the screen. A few seconds later, the broadcast returns, now taking place in a corridor backstage. The camera slowly moves down to the room previously occupied by MadDog. The gold plate showing MadDog's name has now been incoherently spray-painted over with the words 'UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT!!'. The door opens slowly to reveal MadDog's old office still intact. At his desk, the chair is turned around so that we cannot see who is in it. The person is leaning back and forth slowly so that the chair makes an ominous creaking noise. Finally, the chair swings around to a massive negative reaction to reveal that the man sat in the chair is actually...Diamond Jack Sabbath![/b]

Jack: Good evening ladies, gentlemen and any other gender I am as of yet unaware of. My name is Diamond Jack Sabbath, Television Champion, the spokesperson for the Legion and now...the General Manager of XWA.

There is a gigantic boo, almost blowing the roof off the arena.[/b]

Jack: Oh, I'm sorry. Were you expecting Carmen King? In that case, I think it's my duty to tell you that Carmen may have a few...problems..getting to the arena tonight.

He picks up four wheels used for a car. [/b]

Jack: Hehehe...but anyway, how did we do it? How did MadDog get tricked into transfering power to us? Well, pretty simple. You see, before MadDog's 'unfortunate' accident, we got him to sign a contract, that in the event anything happens to MadDog, he immidiately transfers power to myself, Ciaren, Mr. Magnificent, Eddie and Hunter Nicholson. Now that such a thing has happened, power has been transfered to us. Ha! This shows the Legion's dominence! Anointed? Forget it. Triumvirate? A bad joke. The roster and show belongs to us. Any member of the roster attempts to leave they will be met by the eighty-two security guards in the parking lot and throughout the arena. The lunatics have taken over the asylum...now...Let's get this party started!

Jack laughs menacingly, like an evil genuis who's plan has just come full circle. As the laugh echos out through out the arena, the camera fades back to the announcers desk. This time however, the regular announcers Pain and Sanction have gone. Sitting in their place now are Amy Taylor and Hunter Nicholson.[/b]

Hunter: Hey there asswipes! Welcome to Massacre, brought to you by the Legion! If what Jack told us in the meeting before we went on air is true, then you are in for one hell of a night! Get ready to watch XWA Massacre as it burns! Burns! What are your thoughts Amy? You looking forward to the havoc we'll see tonight, huh?

Amy: Sure, why not.

Hunter: Hey, shut up! You heard what Jack told you before; you're the play-by-play announcer no matter what! Now sit there and be a good little girl!

Amy sighs and places her head on the desk. Hunter turns back to the camera.[/b]

Hunter: Now then kiddies, let's get this show on the road!

As the camera backs away, Ciaren, with his XWA World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder and a piece of paper struts down to the ring to a sea of booing. He steps into the ring and takes a mic from an offstage crew member.[/b]

Ciaren: Okay, this piece of paper was the original card for tonight with all matches decided by Carmen King.

He rips the paper up to more booing.[/b]

Ciaren: And that's all I have to say about that. Here's the card decided by the Legion!

Hunter: Oh yeah! You guys at home are gonna love this!

Ciaren pulls out another piece of paper from the inside of his jacket. He clears his throat and puts the mic up to his mouth and reads out the carefully typed-out telegram[/b].

Ciaren: Vestal's Shovel Shot will continue to be broadcast, but other changes have been made to the official card. In the first of these changes, DGX will be tested and will take on the awesomr giant himself, Gibraltar!

There is a pop, as the fans begin to chant for DGX.[/b]

Ciaren: Shut up, I'm not done yet!

The chants disappear in the midst of the booing that follows.[/b]

Ciaren: Now then; the XWA title will be on the...sorry. Just taking the piss. However, that little title Rose carried around; that's going on the line!

Amy: That's pathetic.

Who's side are you on here?!

Ciaren: Rose will defend that shitty fake little belt against his baby brother Jack Hazard!

Hunter: Heh. I love it. Let's hope one of 'em don't shit their diapers before the match.

There is a boo but there are cheers for Hazard.[/b]

Ciaren: Oh, you think that's it? You ain't seen nothin' yet lads! Hutton Brown has been an irritation to the Legion since it started, and tonight, the final solution will take place. Hutton will be placed in a handicap match against myself...and Eddie Flitchcroft!

Amy: What?! Is Jack out of his mind?! Why's he put Hutton in the ring with that guy?!

Hunter: (Laughing) Jack ain't as out of his mind as Eddie is!

Ciaren: And that brings up onto our main event; our glorious leader Diamond Jack Sabbath...

There is a giagantic boo. Ciaren looks around, suspecting even mentioning their leader's name at this point is a helpless task in front of these people.[/b]

Ciaren:...as I was saying...Jack will defend his title against a man who deserves a shot a lot more than Tempest ever did; Mr. Magnificent!

There is another negative reaction from the crowd.[/b]

Hunter: I don't get these people, they boo when they see true talent yet cheer for crap! It's John Cena syndrome all over again.

Ciaren: So let's open up the night by putting our so-called 'Legend' Tempest in a place he deserves to be in; the opening match! The Legion have spoken.

Ciaren exits the ring as the Legion's Massacre begins, and the rules of the house tonight are emphatically stamped on the ‘tron, symbolised by tonight’s show logo… [/b]



Which fades into the image of a black and white Lincoln MKZ pulling up into the garage of the arena. The driver is none other than Mr. Magnificent who is sporting a black suit, black dress shoes, white dress shirt, blue tie, and black Ray Ban glasses. He shuts the car off, gets out, and makes his way to the arena.

Amy: Well Sanction, looks like Mr. Magnificent is in the building!

Hunter: He seems to be in a rather good mood today unlike his normal moody self. He’s late.

Blue pyrotechnics spray from under the stage as the Chris Chaos video plays on the screen. The film turns to static as the new Mr. Magnificent video starts to play.

The pyro stops as a woman's voice says "The future is now."

Fozzy's Martyr No More blares through the soundsystem as Mags is escorted to the stage by a young lady, white, twenty-one years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing a red silk-like dress, and silver high heels.

In Mags right hand is a microphone and in his left is the mystery girls hand.

Most of the fans, of course, boo Mags. However, some of the guys whistle at the girl.

Mags: This is Beth. All of you oddities can refer to her as Miss Magnificent.

Mags and Beth share a passionate kiss and Mags continues.

Mags: Now... tonight.... me and my Legion buddy Jack Sabbath are squaring off for the XWA TV Title.

The fans boo so loud that Mags has to stop talking.

Mags: All of you shut up! Just because I get a shot before Tempest doesn't mean anything. The "win" he got over me at Legends was the biggest fluke in the history of this business!

Mags looks at Miss Magnificent and goes back to talking.

Mags: Everybody wants to be me! Look at DGX! He is like one of the cover bands. He is covering the same old song and dance that I pipe! Jack Hazard.... where to start? How bout that horrible moonsault that you so called are the only one to do? Really it looks like a duck trying to fly with a bullet hole in it's wing.

Mags and Beth walk to the left hand side of the stage.

Mags: Diamond........ I know we are on the same page...... and when I found out Legion was running the show I knew that only a top of the line match like this could happen...... so just for clarity... I will not go easy on you..... and I hope that you won't go easy on me either.... cause we are many!

Mags drops the mic, Fozzy's Martyr No More hits the soundsystem as Mister and Miss Magnificent both proceed to the back.

As Mister and Miss Magnificent make their way up the ramp, there is a commotion in the crowd to their right. Just as Mr. Magnificent turns to see what all the noise is all about, he is able to to duck out of harms as a Masked Figure tries to land a leaping cross-body off the barricade. The Masked Deliverer that was seen leaving a package in Diamond Jack Sabbath’s Office earlier tonight is seen to be the assailant. The Masked Figure rolls to his feet quickly as he watches Mr. Magnificent scurry backstage and out of sight.

The assailant then proceeds to turn from Mr. and Miss Magnificent, as they disappear out of sight the assailant turns back turns the ring as he reaches up to pull the mask from his head….

A silence is heard as everyone waits to see just who has come here tonight to throw a twist into the Legion’s planned events. Moments pass as slowly the mask reveals the Masked Assailant to be none other than “Dark Star” Damien Angelus. The crowd is shock as they see Dark Star standing tall long after everyone thought he had left XWA.

Dark Star begins to laugh his Sadistic, and Sinister Trademark Chuckle, before pulling a microphone from the back of his Camouflaged Khakis.[/color]

Damien: Right now at this moment, Diamond Jack is in the back in total disbelief as he has just seen his follow Legion mate take off with his tail between his legs, and I bet that little tape I left has him thinking twice on if he can trust his own faction mates.”

Dark Star lets out another chuckle before continuing on.[/color]

Damien: A few weeks back, my movement decided it best just to sit back and wait until the right time to execute our next move came! So when I heard from a “Little Birdy” that Diamond Jack and his Legion posse would be in control this week. We decide that the time was now right to unleash Phase Two of our operation! With your opponent for tonight seeming less than ready to compete, as he now has to go change his trunks…I think Diamond Jack that you should come out and put that TV Title on the line versus someone other than one of your lackeys! How about it, Jacky?”[/b][/color]

Dark Star then tosses the microphone into the ring before proceed to roll into the ring behind it. Standing to his feet, Dark Star turns his attention back towards the entrance way and begins to pull his massive frame from inside the tight black T-shirt as the fans call for Diamond Jack Sabbath to accept the challenge that Dark Star has issued.

Moments pass before Dark Star seems to become really irritated that Diamond Jack Sabbath has yet to come out to respond, and drops to the mat as he rolls free of the ring and heads backstage with intensity flowing through his features as he plans to go confront Sabbath or maybe any other member of Sabbath's Legion.

Hunter Nicholson can do nothing but try and hold the look of shock off his face, as his former boss and "friend" leaves from the ring with an intense haste in his step.[/color]


Amy: You ok, Hunter?

Hunter: Yeah…yeah, just…didn’t expect that. Anyway, Legion is already strong tonight, and we’re only going to get better. Our first match tonight has some guy called Jack Mercy against some other guy no one cares about – Tempest. A surefire snoozefest. Let’s get this one over with.

Jim Johnston's 'No Mercy' plays, green and purple lights flicker through the arena. After a few seconds, Mercy enters the Xtremetron, stops and lifts his arms to a horizontal position. As he does this one burst of fireworks expode. Mercy then proceeds down the ramp, surveying the crowd and high-fiving his fans. As he reaches the ring, he stops, readys himself and slowly runs up the steps. He then enters the ring and climbs one of the turnbuckles, and poses for the fans.[/color]

Amy: Look, I know we don’t like the guy, but...you don’t have to be a douche. I like to see a good match.

Hunter: Well, you’re gonna have to wait a while, sweetcheeks…

Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the floor,
Let the bodies hit the

Tss. Tss.

FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!

Hunter: Woah, folks. Don’t get too excited about Tempest’s big entrance (not hard, I know). I’ve just had word from backstage that something more important happened earlier on, and we’re gonna take a look at that.. So…screw this match!

The scene cuts to the GM's office. Amy Taylor is sat in the room reading a book. She is continuously looking over at Diamond Jack Sabbath, who is currently sat at the GM desk with his feet up on the desk. He on his mobile phone.[/color]

Jack:[/color] (On the phone) No way! Already? Jesus Wept, that was quick! Heh....And you know what you're doing while you're there? Good...And you're gonna get back just in time for your match? Good. How's Eddie? Oh...I see...Well, to stop him doing that you just need to get a piece of chicken and feed him...well, you should find some there...oh, as if he doesn't ever eat chicken over there! Just look in his freezer when you get there...Alright, look I'll talk later when it's all going down....see you later Ciaren.

He hangs up and places his mobile into his inside pocket. Amy is still watching him. Jack looks over at her, noticing.[/color]

Jack:[/color] What? Stop it, I'm busy! Don't you have some announcing to do or something?

She shakes her head and walks out. On the way out, she bumps into Mr. Magnificent, who is dragging Jack Hazard into the room by his shirt. Hazard just looks around, confused slightly.[/color]

Mags:[/color] I found him.

Jack:[/color] Brilliant! Let him go Chris.

Mags does so and leaves to room, leaving the two Jacks in the room.[/color]

Jack:[/color] Take a seat Jack.

Hazard sits down, uneasily but with his guard up at all times.[/color]

Hazard:[/color] What do you want?

Jack:[/color] Well, I'll have to explain. You see, as the weeks go by, the Legion is getting stronger and stronger. We've not even peaked yet! However, to reach this peak and become as dominant as we can be...we'll need to expand, become bigger. So, I have a proposition for you. How would you like to become the next member of the Legion?

Hazard:[/color] Why me?

Jack:[/color] I was very impressed with your dark match at Legends. That's the sort of energy the Legion needs to progress to the next level. Just think, Ciaren was a laughing stock before he joined the Legion, now look at him! The Legion makes people better! You could be like us and walk among the Gods! So, enough of me talking for a bit, and let's see what you think. What's it gonna be then Jack?

Hazard: Err.... erm..... heh....

All Hazard can do is stutter. A look on his face as if he was star-struck. He runs his hand through his hair in a mix of confusion and amazement.

Jack: The Legion wants you Hazard. This is your chance to shine. Look at us, we are in control, we are the force behind XWA. We are the best of the best.

Hazard continues to stutter.

Jack: You don’t have to be like all the crap here. We will make you great. You have potential, and I can bring the best out of you....

Jack pauses for a swift moment of thought.


Jack: (smirking) ... I’ll make you better than your brother.

Hazard perks up. Jack knows of the sibling rivalry, and slyly smiles. Hazard stands up, and starts pacing round the room, mumbling to himself. Only a small amount of words are clear.

Hazard: ......... Damn......... is big.......... but......... fuck....... shit......... Legion........ think.........

Hazard walks over to the chair and slams his hands down on the top, showing he is having trouble deciding.

Jack: I can tell this is a big choice to make. Take some time to think about it. Let me know before the end of the night.

Hazard: Sure.

Hazard walks out, hands on his head, deep in thought. The camera cuts to a close-up of Jack, smirking. And we’re back at ringside.

Hunter:[/color] Do it, Hazard. We can turn you into a KING.

Amy:[/color] May I remind you we have a match going on here? We apologise for cutting into match time, ladies and gentlemen. Jack Mercy with the upper hand here…

Hunter:[/color] We apologise for nothing. Kill ‘em, Mercy!



Hunter:[/color] DOH! That's a hard right from Jack Mercy that almost took Tempest's head off...

Amy:[/color] Aww, not his face!

Hunter:[/color] Huh?

Amy:[/color] We may not LIKE him, but Tempest is cute. Don't mess up his face, Mercy!

...the back and forth continued for several minutes before Diamond Jack Sabbath appeared at the top of the ramp. Several unknown wrestlers dressed for a match come with him, four in all. None of them are known to the crowd.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] Whatever...Here comes the Boss, with backup. You'd better keep that kinda talk to yourself...He hates Tempest almost as much as he does Hutton Brown...

Amy:[/color] Yeah, but Hutton doesn't have as nice an ass on him as Tempest does...

Hunter:[/color] Fercryin'outloud...

In the ring, oblivious to what was happening on the stage, Tempest blinked the sweat out of his eyes, ducked Jack Mercy's savage punch and dove forward, catching his opponent in a near tackle that finished with Double Leg Spinebuster! Both men felt the savage impact as they slammed down hard into the mat, but fought off exhaustion. Rolling quickly to Mercy's legs, Tempest pushed off into a crouched position, locked Jack's legs into his highly modified submission move the ExxWaaah!, and sat back, wrenching painfully on his opponent's legs and back[/color]



Both men roared, Tempest in exertion, and Mercy in mind-numbing pain! Michael Hart spat out between clenched teeth, exerting as much pressure as he humanly could and Jack Mercy raised his hand to tap...when...[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Hold on, hold on...no tapping...let him go...

Inside the squared circle, Michael Hart looks up and frowns, mouthing "what the hell?" as the crowd boos. Grudgingly, Tempest lets go of Mercy who, irregardless of Jack's interruption, is tapping like a madman.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Tempest. Michael. Can I call you Mike?

Tempest flips DJS off.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Tsk, tsk. Such an attitude. You see, that makes me feel so much better about my decision to come out here and fix this little debacle you two called a match. BOOOOORRRRRRRRIIIIINNNNGGG...

The crowd is still booing but neither Jack nor his quartet of henchmen seem to care. Jack smirks and continues, moving slowly down the ramp with his enforcers in tow.[/color]

Sabbath:[/color] See...these people here, this crowd, paid to see a good show...and that's exactly what I intend to give them. As you might have noticed, I took the liberty of calling up these four gentlemen from the XWA developmental division...and they are just itching to make a name for themselves against a loser like you. And so, without further ado, as of THIS moment, this is no longer a singles match...its a FIVE on One HANDICAP match!!

At his signal, the four wrestlers bolt towards the ring where Tempest swears like a sailor and gives the downed Jack Mercy a kick to roll him out of the way. His new opponents each take one side of the ring and climb up on the apron, taunting.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] Hah! Not so awesome NOW, are you, Tempest!?

Michael Hart glances all around him, doing his best to keep tabs on all four men...and then, suddenly, he just pauses, lowers his head a bit, and grins. He gives each of the wrestlers a long stare, unnerving them just a bit...before two of them finally duck through the ropes. Tempest meets the first with a solid elbow to side of his head and then dodges a weak charge by the second of his opponents, giving him a short kick to the kidneys as he moves by. There's a Pop from the audience as Tempest battles for his life!

The largest of his foes comes at the former XWA Legend with an overhand axehandle, but Tempest sidesteps and drives his knee up into the large man's midsection. With an explosion of breath, the assailant nearly keels over, and Hart drops him face first into the mat with his signature DDTempest! Michael quickly rolls up and spins to face his last opponent, motioning him forward. It looks for a moment as if the rookie might chicken out, but then he lunges forward just as the first assailant gets to his feet and does likewise.

Tempest ducks the second attackers clothesline and captures the first in a failed diving attack that Tempest turns into a Tilt-a-Whirl backbreaker![/color]



His victim flops onto the mat and quietly whimpers as he rolls out of the ring...[/color]

Hunter:[/color] This is bullsh*t! He can't take em all on...

Amy:[/color] *giggles* But he is...

Indeed, as Diamond Jack Sabbath seeths on the ramp, yelling orders to his lackeys, Tempest continues to elude and confound the neophytes in the ring. He dodges a Spear attempt and capitalizes on it by sending his opponent out through the ropes, tumbling painfully to the ground. The crowd pops again in approval.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] *rising to his feet at the announcer's table* This is ridiculous...he can't do this to the LEGION...

The final two trainees circle the Storm of the Century warily until one of them finally gets their hands on him and Irish Whips him towards the corner. Tempest craftily leaps up and rebounds off the middle rope, soaring through the air and plowing into the two wrestlers with a spectacular Double Flying Clothesline![/color]



Hunter:[/color] ...complete BULLSH*T!!

Outside the ring, Hunter tears off his headset and charges to the ring, roaring. Amy is on her feet calling out to him, but he doesn't listen. The large man dives under the ropes, and the minute he does the bell rings, signalling a Disqualification, but Hunter doesn't care. Jack Sabbath is screaming in rage on the ramp, practically pulling his hair out while Hunter attacks Hart in the ring. He charges Tempest and knocks him to the mat with a solid Shoulder Block, then leaps into the air to deliver a nasty elbow drop, but Tempest rolls out of the way.[/color]

Amy:[/color] Hunter, you idiot...

The Storm of the Century gets to his feet first and Hunter is met with a gut-crushing Toe Kick as he rises. A stiff kidney punch follows and all of the air temporarily rushes out of Hunter's lungs. Practially snarling, Michael Hart throws himself across the ring to the ropes, rebounds, and launches himself into a powerful Missle Dropkick that sends Hunter out, over the ropes and to the floor...



...and the crowd are on their feet, cheering and chanting TEMPEST! TEMPEST![/color]

Sabbath:[/color] Sonofabitch!! Get UP! Get UP you morons!!

Not one to stick around and allow his enemies to regroup, Tempest wisely rolls out of the ring towards the announcers tables, avoiding the outstretched arm of one of the rookies and answering it with a swift kick to keep the man down.[/color]

Thames:[/color] YOUR winner, as a result of a Disqualification....TEMPEST!!

More cheering ensues, which grows louder as Jack obviously has a tantrum on the ramp, but there's almost a hush that follows when Tempest, making his way to the barricade, STOPS right next to Amy Taylor. He stares at her for a long moment, during which she blinks at him like a startled doe...and then with a massive scoundrel's grin, Tempest pulls her to him and lays one on her!



While she struggles for a moment, it passes and she seems to become a willing participant. The arena roars in approval, and as Diamond Jack's jaw drops, the moment passes and Tempest releases the lady Legionaire, grinning, and then leaps over the nearest barricade into the crowd! He quickly dissappears into the throng as the Legionaires collect themselves, painfully getting up from the floor and the camera settles first on a scowling Diamond Jack Sabbath...and then stops on the flushed face of Amy Taylor who looks out bewildered into the crowd after Tempest. ...and just before the camera cuts to commercial, a little hint of a smile crosses her lips.

Cut to a commercial for Chocolate-scented Odor Eaters.


And back again to…[/color]

Bennett slowly wakes up to a bright white light. Everything seems blurry and he is unable to focus on anything. Bennett moves his head forward a little bit, looking around him trying to figure out where he is and attempting to blink sight back into his eyes. After a few minutes of failing to do either, he puts his head back down and raises his arm to rub his eyes, but quickly finds this hard to do with a heart rate monitor stuck to his finger. Completely frustrated, he finally speaks out.

Bennett: Wh…Where…Where am I?

Bennett hears nothing but silence. In fact, his own voice sounds foreign to him. He tries to garner attention again by calling out again… and again. After 4 or 5 tries, he finally gets a response, although probably not the response he was expecting…

Voice 1: Oh! You’re awake. Good to see you joined the real world again, Mr. Bennett.

Bennett: Where…Where am I?

Voice 1: Right, forgot… We had to take your contacts out, didn’t want to leave them in during the surgery.

The person talking to Bennett walks around the corner and Bennett looks towards the voice in time to see a white blur go around the corner and come back a few seconds later. It comes very close and reaches out towards a grayish blur and pulls it closer, and the white blur lowers itself onto the grey blur.

Voice 1: Please keep your eyes open for a moment, Mr. Bennett. This won’t hurt.

With little else he can do, Bennett keeps his eyes open for the effeminate voice. The blur leans over him and first pulls down the bottom of his right eye and puts in something. Bennett then can see very clearly the voice belongs to a nurse, who at this point is sitting on a grey stool, leaned over Bennett’s torso. The nurse has a little bottle in one hand and a little contact tray in the other, which she sprays the one marked L with the bottle and then picks it up.

Nurse: Once more, Mr. Bennett. Try to hold still please.

Bennett holds his eyes open again, and the nurse leans over the torso of Bennett again and pulls down the bottom of his left eye and puts the other contact in, and now Bennett can see clearly he’s in a hospital room. The nurse is a feminine 30-something guy with blonde highlights and from what Bennett could hear, a quite hilarious lisp. Although uncomfortable around this guy, Bennett lies there without saying a word. The nurse turns back to him with a clipboard in hand and begins asking questions.

Nurse: Okay Mr. Bennett, how are you feeling today?

Bennett: My neck hurts…

Nurse: Well it will for the next few days, your body has to get used to the titanium.

Bennett: Titanium?

Nurse: Yes, it’s what we had to use to set your collarbone back in place. Don’t worry; it stays in there so we don’t have to do another surgery. Now, how’s your shoulder feeling?

Bennett: Good.

Nurse: Head, back, anywhere besides your neck hurt at all?

Bennett: No.

Nurse: That’s good to hear, Mr. Bennett. Well, I’ll let you rest up a bit. I’ll be back in a few hours… Oh, I nearly forgot, you have a visitor. She’s been in the waiting room downstairs, but we couldn’t let her in until you woke up and gave her permission…

Bennett: Who is it?

Nurse: I think she said her name was… Danielle, maybe?

Bennett: Send her up.

Nurse: Alrighty, she’ll be up in a jiffy.

The nurse swiftly walks out of the room and down the hallway, and for a few minutes, Bennett sits alone in the bright white room, and in these few minutes he has time to reflect upon what has happened to him… about Vestal, about Gibraltar and Terrence Storm, about the bull rope, and after that, darkness. It all happened so fast…got so out of hand. The place had become a madhouse by the time Bennett had realized. Too many inmates, not enough control over the asylum. Before Bennett is able to delve further into his thoughts, Danielle slowly hobbles around the corner, smiling through a stream of tears.

Danielle: Hey sweetheart…

She hobbles fully into the room and sits on the stool, wiping her eyes and looking at Bennett glowingly. The two look at each other for a minute, and then Danielle steps off the stool and closer to Bennett, putting her hand in his. She looks at his shoulder area, seeing the long scar indicating surgery and tears begin welling up in her eyes again. She leans over and cries into the gown Bennett is wearing, and he puts a hand over her head.

Danielle: I was so worried… They just jumped you for no reason… I saw it on TV, I knew something went wrong…

Bennett: I’m fine, really, don’t you worry about me.

Danielle: Fine? You call this fine? This is not fine!

Bennett: This is fine. I’m still breathing, am I not?

Around this time, a shorter, portly male doctor walks into the doorway of the room and, upon seeing the scene, waits a moment before interrupting by clearing his throat. Danielle does not pay any attention to the noise, but Bennett looks over at the Doctor who proceeds to walk in after being acknowledged. He has a clipboard of his own, and pulls up the stool Danielle was previously sitting on and rests himself. He looks at the clipboard for a moment, then back to Bennett.

Doctor: Well, hello there. Glad to see you’re awake. Well, I have to tell you, Daniel… You should be out of here within the week, possibly the next few days, depending on how quickly you recover.

Bennett: That’s good news, doc.

Doctor: Yeah. Bad news is, your right arm won’t be fully mobile unless you rehabilitate it. We here at the hospital offer two services for people like you. We offer you a stay here for a few weeks for complete therapy on that arm to get it mobile, or we can send you home and have someone come to you and work with you at home.

Bennett: Nah.

Doctor: Nah? Mr. Bennett, you must rehabilitate that arm!

Bennett: I will. Just let me do it myself. I don’t need a doctor doing it for me.

Doctor: If you’re sure about this decision, I have to bring you a waiver stating you refused medical treatment from us.

Bennett: Fine, do it.

Doctor: Okay then, Mr. Bennett. If this is how you wish to proceed, you can actually leave tomorrow. We have to make sure all your vitals are good and that you’re cleared to leave, then someone will have to come and pick you up from here.

There is silence in the room for a moment, before

Danielle: I’ll be here.

Bennett looks at her and smiles and she looks back at him and returns it. The doctor gets up off the stool and walks out of the room, scratching down notes on the clipboard.

Bennett: Thank you.

Danielle: Anything for you, Daniel… I love you.

He pauses for a moment.

Bennett: I love you, too.

We pan out from the Xtreme-O-Tron back across the rapturous crowd on the way back to Amy Taylor and Hunter Nicholson, still at ringside filling in for Pain and Sanction tonight. Hunter looks a little roughed up, and is seething, while Amy looks all of a flutter. Someone backstage apparently shouts into their headsets, as they suddenly address the camera, having jumped in shock.

Amy: Woo! Well, Tempest picks up a win against all the odds, and Dan Bennett’s still alive, but only just. Wasn’t he in the same match you got embarrassed in last week at Legends?

Hunter: There’s a conspiracy! Seriously…all these huge attacks on me from nowhere…Something’s not right here.

Amy: Up next we have a match between two brothers…XWA rookie Jack Hazard will take on the number one contender, Rose in just a matter of moments.

Right she is. But first we go backstage.


The scene cuts to Jack Hazard talking to his girlfriend Natasha Young in the Locker Room. Hazard is quite tense. Natasha is worried for Hazard.

Natasha: Jack, babe, come on. Tell me what’s up?

Hazard: Sabbath, he wanted to see me earlier. He offered me a place in the Legion.

Natasha: What did you say?

Hazard: Err, erm, heh and a load of mumbles. I was too shocked to talk.

They both share a small giggle, before continuing.

Natasha: And he said?

Hazard: He told me to think about it and let him know by the end of the night. But he also said he can make me better than Rose...

Natasha: Hmm. You got any ide.....

Before Natasha can finish, she is interrupted by Rose bursting into the room. He glances towards Natasha, with disgust in his eyes, before dragging Hazard away from her by the arm.

Rose: What’s she doing here?

Hazard: She’s supporting me, what’s so wrong about that?

Rose: She’s only going to get in your way. How many times do I have to tell you! Anyway, bollocks to her, what’s this I hear about you being called into Jack’s office earlier?!

Rose lets go of Hazard’s arm.

Hazard: (nervously)... It was nothing.... he.... he just wanted to.... wish me luck for tonight.....

Rose: Pfft. I don’t trust that guy. None of the Legion bunch. Stay away from them.

Hazard looks uncomfortable. Rose just takes this as pre-match nerves.

Rose: You nervous about the match?

Hazard: Ermm....

Rose: I’ll take that as a yes. Anyway... I’m off. See you out there.

Hazard: ... Yeah....

Rose walks out, but not before delivering another look of sickening disgust towards Natasha. Hazard then walks back over to his girlfriend and sits down.

Natasha: What was all that about?

Hazard: Oh nothing, you know... usual shit from him.

Natasha laughs, and then kisses Hazard.

Natasha: You know, you’re better than him anyway.

Hazard laughs with embarrassment, and the two share another passionate moment. The scene then fades out.

Amy:[/color]And that match is next!

















[/center]

[Johawn]

The lights in the arena go out. For a few seconds, the crowd await in anticipation. The wait is over when the Xtremetron screen springs to life and shows a picture.



Prodigy's 'Spitfire' starts and a roar of cheers comes from the crowd. They know who they are about to see. The arena is still dark. The music booms over the roar of cheering fans. All that can be seen is the picture on the screen. The main drum beat kicks in, and a dark yellow spotlight appears centre stage, revealing Jack Hazard and Natasha Young. The spotlight disappears as the lights come back on with a yellow shade, and Jack surveys the crowd, nodding with approval. He sweeps with a point from one side of the crowd to the other, smacks the floor, and he and Natasha make their way to the ring.

As Hazard and Natasha walk down the ramp and towards the ring, Hazard interacts with the fans, slapping hands and hugging them.

[/b]

Keri: Now, making his way to the ring. Weighing in at 190lbs. From Manchester, England! The Eastlands Kid, Jack Hazard!

The crowd roar at the mention of Hazard’s name.

As Hazard and Natasha reach the ring, Hazard stops to take a deep breath whilst Natasha walks up the steps onto the apron. Hazard jumps up onto the apron and enters the ring, holding the rope down like a true gentleman, for Natasha to enter.

Hazard makes his way to the opposite turnbuckle. Hazard looks into the crowd, nodding with approval. Hazard jumps from the turnbuckle and kisses Natasha, who then leaves to the outside of the ring.[/b]

Hunter: And there’s our man! He’s going to help Legion reach even bigger heights, y’know.

Amy: He didn’t really give us an answer…

Hunter: Look at him. Did you see his match at Legends? I mean, it was web only, but so worth checking out. That man flies. I wouldn’t be surprised if they made a cruiserweight division, just for him. Can we do that? We’re in charge tonight…I’ll mention it to the boss.

Nine Inch Nails' Meet Your Master falters through the PA system, gradually building up. The fans are already showing their disgust at the prospect of being abused by the arrogant competitor before Rose even steps through the curtain. When he steps out as the lyrics kick, their depreciation is only further fuelled, and Rose is loving every second of it.[/b]

Keri: And his opponent…weight in tonight at 228lbs…from Cardiff, South Wales! The REAL XWA CHAMPION, ROOOOOOOSE!

Rose begins his ascent down the ramp keeping a look out for an ambush. Rose suddenly speeds up and heads to the side, to the guard rail. He shouts in the face of a fan, who yells back, causing Rose to laugh tauntingly, and daring the fan to jump the rail and come and get himself a piece of him. Rose makes a "screw you" gesture with his arms, before continuing down the ramp.

He reaches the ring and Rose skips up the steps climbing through the ropes. Rose hops up onto the middle ropes of the turnbuckle. He slowly raises his arms and holds them high above his head. The fans boo with all of their hearts as Rose shouts along with the lyrics, "It's time to meet your master." He laughs again before jumping down and starting a last minute warmup[/b]

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Hunter: Alright, let’s get this snoozefest going, then.

The two brothers move to the centre of the ring. Rose is devoid of the normal sneer on his face that he usually wears come match time. In fact, his face is a mirror image of Hazard’s, as the two both wear broad grins. Win or lose, the two know they’re in for a fun match. Rose raises an arm in the air, inviting Hazard in for a test of strength. Hazard just laughs and shakes his head. Rose is playing around – there’s only going to be one winner there, and it won’t be the little brother. Rose chuckles to himself, too, as he lowers his arm, and waits for Hazard to come up with something better. He’s testing his brother, wanting to see the kind of performer he has become.[/b]

Hunter: Jesus, DO something!

Amy: They’re being careful. They know each other inside out. They grew up together for Christ’s sake.

Hunter: They bore me inside out.

Almost as if they heard Hunter’s words, the competitors kick off. Hazard runs in for a clothesline, which Rose smartly ducks. Hazard stops himself from running further forward, and throws an elbow backwards, which is again ducked. Hazard’s force carries him through, spinning so he is facing Rose. Rose moves deftly behind him, with surprising grace, and pushes his knee into the back of his brother’s leg, forcing him down to the floor. Rose is quickly on top of him, pinning him momentarily. Rose moves back to kneel on his brother’s legs while reaching forward and pulling Hazard’s head up. He hooks Hazard’s head under his arm and leans back, moving off Hazard’s legs, trapping them under the younger brother’s own weight.[/b]

Amy: Rose with a nice dragon sleeper there.

Hunter: Hazard looks trapped there. If the camera was on me, I’d look bored.

Rose has the sleeper tightly locked in, but not through viciousness. The whole setup looks like something that was probably done years ago, before either of the pair became wrestlers - the behaviour of two brothers trying to beat each other up in their living room. It is this fact which allows Hazard to work his way out so quickly. He manages to slide his knees forward and up, in order to free his legs, though this is not without its own pain – a loud clicking as the knee joints struggle out is only discernable to the three in the ring. But he ignores this, and uses enviable back strength to bridge himself to his feet, forcing Rose up as well. In the centre of the ring, in an awkward position, Hazard is stumped. All he can do is wait – he knows his brother.[/b]

Hunter: I’m not surprised Rose is undefeated, really. His opponents must just let themselves be pinned so they can go watch paint dry…

Aiming to catch Hazard off guard, and possibly to make him feel like an ass, Rose simply lets go of his brother, leaving him to drop harmlessly to the floor. Painful? Not really. Embarrassing? Definitely. Rose lets him go, but Hazard seems to have known this was coming, and he allows himself to fall, before, quick as a flash, he half rolls back and kips right back up to his feet. Rose reacts instinctively, obviously having not expected this, and goes to hit him with a quick forearm shot, which Hazard ducks. Rose’s force throws him slightly off balance, and Hazard quickly capitalises by leaping up and aiming for an enziguiri, which, again, is ducked. As Hazard falls to the floor, Rose expertly hooks up a leg. Hazard hits the ground, again landing on his front, and Rose wastes no time in fully hooking up the leg, possibly looking for an Indian death lock. But we’ll never know for sure, as a resourceful Jack quickly has Rose pulled into a small package.[/b]

Samson: ONE!

T-

Hunter: Ugh…it continues.

Rose powers out of the pinning attempt and speedily rolls away from Hazard, ending up on the opposite side of the ring. Ordinarily, he’d look pissed off, even frustrated at being outsmarted, but on this occasion he’s actually smiling…*shudder*…warmly! Hazard is returning the smile.[/b]

Amy: This must be awesome for them.

Hunter: Well, it’s not awesome for me. Get the Legion out here, man. Put some spark in this show.

Rose leans back into the corner, either planning his next move or waiting for Hazard to make one. During this thinking time his eye catches Natasha for the first time. His attention is diverted for a moment, as he arranges his face to display an amount of disgust that would do justice to the sheer distaste he has for this woman, who has, frankly, done nothing wrong. Nonetheless, he makes a big show of pointing at her and shouting:[/b]

Rose: EWWWWWWWWW!

And there would’ve been many more Ws if Rose wasn’t cut short by a sudden charge from Hazard, who leaps into the air and goes for a Stinger splash on his brother, who just manages to clamber away to safety, leaving Hazard to quickly control himself in the air and land catlike on the second turnbuckle. Rose turns to take advantage, but Hazard jumps backwards, turning to hit Rose with a crossbody, which connects, but not with enough force to knock Rose backs. Rose catches his brother, holding him in position to slam him. Rose carries Hazard around a little, showing his authority over his brother, taunting him and shaking off his attempts to escape. Once he tires of parading around, he walks over to the ropes and stands with his back to them.[/b]

Hunter: Stop showing off. Let Hazard move, man. This kid’s exciting, and he’s gonna make a great Legion member.

Amy: He’s not accepted yet, Hunter.

Hunter: Eh, details. He’ll accept. He’s not an idiot. He’ll join Legion and he’ll fly.

Amy: Looks like he’s about to fly now…

Rose stands smiling, clutching his brother, for a second or two longer, before acting. He pulls Jack up with great force and hurls him straight over his head – a display which makes Rose looks incredibly strong but is in truth more a testament to the lightness of Hazard. Rose manages to stay completely on his feet, though the effort causes him to stumble forwards slightly. Still, he looks pretty pleased with himself as he straightens up. He throws an arm in the air and yells “HOW ABOUT THAT!? GOOD, EH!?” to great cheers and adoration. This confuses him. Since when did people cheer for him? Unbeknownst to him, though, his fallaway slam was not quite as effective as he’d hoped, as Jack managed to grab the top rope on his way over, allowing him to escape the fall to the floor. He pulled himself up to the apron, to great adulation.[/b]

Hunter: That’s resourceful by Legion’s newest recruit here.

Amy: Give the boy a chance to join first, yeah?

Falling victim to the old “don’t look round trick” Rose turns round, conveniently enough, just as Hazard is pulling on the top rope to gain the momentum to leap on to it, springboarding off and looking for a West Coast Pop. Rose has just enough about him to see it, and he makes the very most of it. As Hazard connects, Rose throws his arms up and pulls Hazard down with authority, improvising a powerbomb. Rose scrambles over to make the pin.[/b]

Samson: ONE!




TWO!


Hunter: YES! Hazard powers out! The boss has picked a winner here!

Amy: He didn’t exactly power out, Hunter.

That’s right, Amy, he didn’t. How you saw that all the way from the kitchen is a mystery, but you’re right nonetheless. Hazard manages to get a shoulder up, but he is clearly rocked, and the crowd has, as was inevitable, turned against Rose, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. However, he’s not out to hurt his brother, so is slow in thinking up his next move. He gets to his feet and assesses the situation. Hazard still has plenty of fight left in him, but with no immediate offence coming his way, perhaps the rest is a good option for him.[/b]

Amy: Rose is clearly not used to being in a position where he doesn’t want to completely decimate his opponent.

Hunter: Maybe he should try talking to him.

When in doubt, do what comes naturally. And Rose does. Sort of. He capitalises, but not in the most natural way. He looks at his brother, wanting to beat him, but not too badly, so he improvises. He quickly runs to the ropes, but instead of bouncing off them, he jumps up, landing on the second rope while grabbing the top. He springboards, leaning back and attempting a lionsault. He reaches his target, but not in the way he hoped, as he catches a chestful of knees from his opponent.[/b]

Hunter: See? Resourceful!

And the resourceful Jack Hazard is quickly back to his feet at a pace belying how his back feels after the powerbomb. Jack quickly hops over Rose, who is on his hands and knees, and pulls him onto his shoulders for a Magistral cradle pin, but this is more or less ineffective, as Rose quickly shakes himself out of it and gets to his feet, holding his chest. No smiles anymore, but still fairly friendly. Rose has clearly taught his brother well. A staredown ensues.[/b]

Hunter: Hazard is all over Rose now. This is awesome.

Rose signals to Hazard, who nods agreeably, and the two move back into the centre of the ring. They exchange a couple of words, still sounding friendly enough, before taking a step back, and then a couple forward, looking to lock up again, but Rose catches nothing but air as he moves forward. He looks to his left, and sees that Hazard simply sidestepped him. Rose shifts directions, almost impressed by Hazard’s ingenuity, but any appreciation he has for him is quickly killed as, before Rose can make a full move, Hazard throws himself up, grabbing Rose round the head and lifting his knees for:



Hunter: That’s it! Call a cab! Take him away! Another Legion win!

Amy: *sigh*

The impact from Hazard’s knees is enough to throw Rose up and backwards, though there is not enough room for him to fall to the mat. Normally this would be a blessing, but on this occasion, after Rose stumbles back and bounces off the ropes, Hazard follows him and, as Rose comes forward, and kicks him square in the stomach. He wastes no time in applying a double arm underhook. The entire crowd erupts, knowing what is coming. A few smarks in the crowd remain quiet, though – some even groan. A BioHazard attempt so near the ropes? Hazard’s going over the top, for sure.[/b]



Imagine their surprise.[/b]

Hunter: Now THAT’S it! Close the book, shut down the program, turn out the lights, throw out the leftovers…

Amy: Abuse metaphors.

Hunter: Legion! Legion! Legion! Leg-

The lights fade out and 'I'd Start A Revolution' sounds throughout the arena. As the first verse starts, the lights become sort of gold coloured Diamond Jack Sabbath emerges from the curtain followed his fellow Legion members. Any fans of Sabbath’s grand entrance are left disappointed, though, as the lights are quickly back at full level and the music stops. As does the action in the ring, probably to the relief of Rose, momentarily allowed a reprieve.[/b]

Hunter: Oho! Now the action begins. About time, too, I could honestly not be more bored.

Amy: I was quite enjoying it, actually…

Hazard, weary and annoyed at being interrupted so close to victory, is on his feet, fully aware of the dangers Legion can present. For their part, though, Legion (that is, Jack, Eddie, Mr. Magnificent) merely look curious so far. Jack smiles amiably at Hazard while he walks, alone, down the ramp. Hazard doesn’t take his eyes off Sabbath, looking the antithesis of the Legion leader, who is strolling down as if he just wants a quick chat.[/b]

Hunter: He’s coming over here, Amy! Move up, woman, this is the most important man in the XWA!

Amy: He sure is, tonight.

Hunter: He is on ANY night, you silly girl.

Their squabbling is for nothing, though, as Jack makes no movement beyond the bottom of the ramp. Hazard still has his eyes locked on him, though he diverts them for a second to check on his older brother, who is lying on his front, making a vague grab for the ropes. No danger for the moment. His eyes and thoughts shift back to Legion and Legionaries, their leader being the biggest potential threat at this instance. Sabbath’s behaviour is exemplary, though, he maintains an air which is completely devoid of hostility. He merely holds his arms up and out, in a questioning manner. It’s a pose which asks “Well?” Clearly, Sabbath’s ready for answers.[/b]

Hunter: Time to answer, Hazard. The boss doesn’t like to be kept waiting. If I were you, I’d join.

Amy: You did join.

Hunter: Exactly. And look at me now. Steady announcing gig and a girl by my side. My girl? No. A hot girl? No. But a girl. We’re not even related! Everything’s coming up Nicholson!

Give me the character of Hunter, I’m begging you. I could turn him into a GOD! Anyways, Hazard doesn’t look in any hurry to give answers. He merely shrugs his response at his admirer, indicating that now’s not the time.[/b]

Hunter: Ohhh, the boss isn’t going to like that…

Hunter may not know his leader as well as he’d like to think, because Sabbath, in an unexpected move, shrugs back, saying “Alright. Take your time, bud,” before turning around to walk back towards his fellows. Hazard follows Sabbath with his eyes, and is about to turn back to the match when Sabbath suddenly spins on the spot back to face the ring. Hazard stops himself turning to watch Sabbath’s next move.[/b]

Hunter: Ha! Here it is! You don’t mess with Jack Sabbath or the Legion!

Wrong again, Hunter. There’s no sudden burst to the ring, nor a well sprung trap. Sabbath raises an arm to chest height. He raises a finger. He slowly and deliberately moves this finger in a circle. Hazard’s confusion lasts for a second, before, tragically, he turns straight into Rose.[/b]



Hunter: BREAKDOWN! BREAKDOWN! YOU DO NOT MESS WITH LEGION!

Amy: That’s DGX’s move…well, that’s a kick in the teeth.

Hunter: It was more in the chin area.

Amy: It was a metaphor.

Hunter: You’re a metaphor.

Hazard goes straight down from the stolen move, and Rose is not far behind, keeping his balance just long enough to allow Hazard to go down before collapsing on top of him.[/b]

Samson: ONE!






TWO!






THREE!


Rose quickly rolls off his brother, looking satisfied, though not nearly as much as Sabbath, who looks as though a point has been made tonight. The bell barely has time to ring before he signals back to his fellow Legionaries, who are quickly at the bottom of the ramp with him. Quicker than Keri Thames is able to make an official announcement or Rose is able to have his victorious arm raised, Legion have swarmed the ring, the three of them entering from different sides. Rose is clued up enough to know that he is not invited to this one, and rolls himself towards the only side of the ring not populated by a Legion member and makes good his escape, the job done for another week. Magnificent and Flitchcroft stand over Hazard, who is conscious but tired and in pain. Jack merely leans back on the ropes, raising a hand lazily, dispelling any urge from his partners to attack. With the other hand he signals to Keri Thames for a microphone, which is duly delivered. He clears his throat before talking.[/b]

Jack: This, Jack, is an example of the sort of thing that would never happen if you were one of us. You made a mistake tonight, and it’s an easy one to make. Do you see any of us in that situation? No. We look after our own. Can you imagine where you could be with us backing you? You’re good, Jack. Very good. Things didn’t work out tonight, but they will every night from now. All you have to do is say the word. We’ll take care of you. We are Legion…

And the group recite together, though only Hunter can be heard to the television audience.[/b]

Hunter: …and we are many! Hazard, you have a lot to think about.

Amy: More action when we return, ladies and gentlemen.

Fade to commercial.[/b]

Thames:[/color] The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Wherever I May Roam” by Metallica hits as the crowd boos heinously. Lumbering out from the back oblivious to the fans is the massive Gibraltar fresh off a big win at Legends! The massive man fills the frame with his imposing physical nature as he ambles to ringside walking through the land as though he runs it![/B]



Amy:[/color] This next match is going to be wicked Hunter!

Hunter:[/color] The Demise of DGX! He’s a loser! He lost last night and now we’re gonna get ringside seats to his retirement match! I can hear all the loser fans now, WAH WAH “he has a concussion” WAH WAH “he’s not cleared to wrestle” WAH WAH “this isn’t fair!” It’ll be great!

Thames:[/color] Introducing first, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at 485 pounds…GIBRALTAR!

Amy:[/color] Gibraltar here coming off a big win at Legends himself, he was a dominating force in that ordeal with Vestal, Dan Bennett and you Hunter…

Hunter:[/color] Yeah well…he’s lucky I’m announcing tonight…

Gibraltar climbs up onto the apron with one great step and then easily steps over the top rope into the ring as the fans continue to boo. He stands as though a great stone golem from mythos as he watches the stage with ageless patience, awaiting the arrival of his next victim.[/B]

Hunter:[/color] It would suck to be DGX tonight! Seven feet, close to five hundred pounds of Gibraltar is going to come raining down on that no good has been degenerate! Mark my words Amy, tonight is the last night we’ll ever see DGX as this man will finish the job Rose started last night!

The opening lick of Saliva’s “Hunt You Down” is heard throughout the arena as the lights go out. A spotlight directs towards the stage as the music picks up and finally as the lyrics begin walking from the back is DGX! The fans give a rousing if tentative ovation as it’s plain to see for anyone watching that DGX does not seem to be in any condition to complete. His steps are unsteady and jumbled, the look on his face far away to the point of vacant, referee Kirk Samson is watching from the ring and immediately a look of concern crosses his face.[/B]

Thames:[/color] And his opponent, from Anaheim, California, weighing in at 235 pounds…D-G-X!!

Amy:[/color] Certainly DGX does not look so good. I don’t think he’s in good enough condition to compete...

Hunter:[/color] But compete he will Amy! Because the Legion is running the show tonight and believe you me we’ll make sure it happens!

DGX reaches the ring steps and slowly climbs them, stumbling once on his way up to the ring apron before he steps through the ropes and immediately Samson meets him at the ropes trying to get a look at his eyes. There is grave concern with the official as he speaks with DGX while Gibraltar stands as still as a stature, his gaze locked on what the big man can only see as his target.[/B]

Samson:[/color] DGX, please…you don’t have to do this tonight.

Amy:[/color] Referee Kirk Samson trying to talk DGX out of this match, moron official, does he thing DGX really has a choice tonight?!

Hunter:[/color] Of course but besides that, even hurt, even after the worst defeat of his career last night at the hands of a man he called once called “nothing”, in his own hometown DGX still has his idiotic pride! He wouldn’t pass this up even if it was optional, and mark my words the Legion will see to it is not! Tonight is the burial of DGX’s storied eight year career in this business and we get ringside seats for it!

DGX gestures for Samson to ring the bell. The official still tries to reason with DGX only to have him repeat the gesture and shaking his head in dismay Samson gestures for the ring of the bell! No sooner does the bell chime three then the sleeping giant awakens immediately coming in and nailing DGX with skull on skull contact with a massive headbutt driving DGX into the canvas![/B]

Amy:[/color] And this match is underway, and it’s not even going to be a match! Look at DGX! This is just a plain butchering we’re in store for here, want popcorn?

Hunter:[/color] Damn right we are Amy! The Legion will finish the job Rose started and lay to rest the pest known as DGX!

Gibraltar reaches down with is giant frying pan sized mitts and hauls DGX easily up to his feet and holds him there a moment by his throat as DGX’s eyes widen in Hunter at the grip on the massive giant! Gibraltar lifts DGX into the air with the ease of lifting a sack of potatoes as he holds him high above his head in a military press as the crowd takes a moment to awe at his power![/B]



Amy:[/color] Good grief! Look at the strength!

Hunter:[/color] What goes up…

Gibraltar let’s go and simply walks forward allowing DGX to plummet nearly nine feet into the canvas! DGX curls up into a fetal ball following this great show of power from the rookie giant![/B]

Hunter:[/color] …must come down! HAHAHA! Gibraltar just taking apart this has been! I love it!

Amy:[/color] This will show everyone watching in XWA what it means to stand against the Legion!

Hunter:[/color] Damn straight!

Amy:[/color] Oh yeah I love it! Hit him again Gibraltar!!!!

Gibraltar picks up the prone DGX and again scoops him up with ease this time with a sidewalk slam as he holds him up and walks to the middle of the ring and then plants him down with the move. The giant competitor does not bother with the cover as he stands to his feet and intimidates Kirk Samson a little bit before turning his attention back to the downed and hurt DGX. A shot of his face shows a more and more vacant expression falling over DGX’s face with every high impact move he absorbs! Gibraltar picks him up to his feet and pulls him in for a short arm clothesline clobbering DGX with a jarring blow to the head![/B]

Amy:[/color] I bet the ref wants to stop this, “stop this Samson, ring the bell!”

Hunter:[/color] Not until there’s a winner Amy, not until there’s a winner! Hahahaha!!

Gibraltar looks down at DGX with an unmoved expression before raising his enormous boot and blatantly stomping on DGX’s head! DGX rolls to his stomach off of this heinous move and seems to be severely injured, which doesn’t seem to bother Gibraltar any! The big man kicks DGX in the ribs forcing him to his back before taking his great right hand and goozles DGX’s throat with it before hauling DGX to his feet like he weighs absolutely nothing at all! With his left hand Gibraltar motions to the crowd and lets out a growl drawing boos![/B]

Amy:[/color] Ya know, this may be going a bit far now. I mean we want him to retire sure but we don’t want him to be like…killed, do we?

Hunter:[/color] Of course not, but I think DGX is about to go for the ride of his silly little life here!

Gibraltar lifts DGX into the air with ease and holds him up a moment before falling to his knees and driving DGX’s back and the back of his head into the canvas with a massive chokeslam! Gibraltar keeps his grip on DGX’s throat intact as he gets back to his feet before he hauls DGX’s near dead weight up and sits him on the corner! Gibraltar stands up and let’s go of DGX’s throat and with his hand instead lays a hard open hand blow to the chest of DGX which rings out throughout Sacramento![/B]

Hunter:[/color] Chokeslam!

Amy:[/color] Good grief look at the power! OOOHHH!

Hunter:[/color] That had to hurt DGX’s chest, lungs, his whole body Amy! I wonder what Gibraltar has in mind here, I think he’s thinking of something even more devastating than the chokeslam!

Gibraltar takes a moment as Samson is trying to get between him and DGX to force a break however the giant simply pushes the official down as he climbs up to the second rope and instantly the crowds volume level raises as they realize that the rookie giant has a superplex in mind! DGX through the fog and altered perception brought on by his head trauma seems to understand the danger as well because sensing the opening with the referee shoved down DGX brings his right leg up firmly between Gibraltar’s with a low blow! Gibraltar’s knees instantly come together as the giant is brought to a dead stop![/B]

Hunter:[/color] Hey! That’s cheating!

Amy:[/color] DGX doing whatever he can to protect himself here, he’s like a wounded animal! Gibraltar knocked down the official Hunter and that gave DGX the window!

DGX still frantic running on instinct alone reaches up with both hands and buries his fingers into the optics of Gibraltar making the big man scream for the first time involuntarily on XWA television! DGX bores his digits as deeply as he can drive them into the eyes of Gibraltar before shoving the giant from the ropes causing him to fall into the ring on his back, one hand at his eyes, the other at his groin as DGX throws his hair back and on instinct adjusts his footing to get a perch on the top rope! The fans cheering and screaming for him DGX reaches into the reserves and takes to the skies off the top rope drilling the point of his elbow into Gibraltar’s heart with the Aerial Elbow![/B]

Amy:[/color] This man competing with a concussion, can he hand this giant his first loss?! What a way to rebound from Legends this could be!

Hunter:[/color] What are you, a DGX fan now?! He can’t do this!

DGX gets to his feet quickly but it’s clear his head still isn’t clear or right as he stumbles losing his footing to the corner where he props himself up! Gibraltar is on his stomach now and pushing himself back up to a vertical base quickly as DGX out of instinct raises his right leg and brings his boot down in a stomp! The crowd goes ballistic as it seems the Breakdown is just over the horizon![/B]

Amy:[/color] Say what you will Hunter, DGX has geared up for that kick he does!

Hunter:[/color] I don’t believe this…

Gibraltar turns towards the sound of the stomp and is on one knee and it appears to DGX that is the best level and the best chance he’s going to have to nail his superkick to Gibraltar’s face! DGX moves out of the corner intent on letting fly his patented finisher however his body refuses to obey his brain as his legs give out and he collapses to the mat as the air goes out of the audience in Sacramento and a concerned hush falls over them! Gibraltar climbs back to his feet and looks down at DGX as DGX crawls along the mat towards the ropes perhaps on instinct alone and as the giant takes a step towards him Samson intervenes and stands his ground with the massive man threatening disqualification if he disobeys him! DGX gets to the bottom rope and seems to be trying to pull himself up however the look on his face and especially in his eyes is a horrifying sight.[/B]

Amy:[/color] Stop the match ref.

Hunter:[/color] …yeah, his eyes, he maybe should…

Samson helps DGX up into the corner and DGX tries to move past the official to engage Gibraltar standing in the middle of the ring however Samson pushes DGX back and takes hold of his face in his hands and peers deeply into DGX’s increasingly vacant, reddened eyes. It really isn’t rocket science that DGX is plainly in no condition to continue or even be remotely useful for the rest of the match. In point of fact now it’s getting dangerous, and Samson despite the Legion being in control runs over to the corner waving his arms no.[/B]

Samson:[/color] No no no, he’s out, he can’t continue, no, he can’t continue this!

The bell is rung and DGX collapses to the mat as his body at last gives way on him. Gibraltar looks at this and then looks at the referee whom is making his way over to raise Gibraltar’s hand.[/B]

Thames:[/color] Your winner of this match…

Thames unfortunately doesn’t get to finish her statement as Gibraltar headbutts Samson sending the official to the mat! The large giant looks down at the referee a moment before he ambles over and takes hold of DGX lifting his prone and nearly limp body from the canvas. Gibraltar scoops up DGX in his arms as the fans are just letting him have it before he lifts DGX up over his head to his shoulders and drops him down with the Samoan Drop![/B]

Hunter:[/color] Looks like that chump DGX’s night isn’t quite over yet! See this Amy is what you call directed aggression. This big dumb giant and Vestal may have taken a bite out of us at Legends however now tonight he’s accomplishing what we needed to do and that’s get rid of DGX! Soon Tempest and Hutton Brown will both fall as well then we’ll rule it all! HAHAHA!

Amy:[/color] We are quite clever, got to hand it to Jack!

Gibraltar gets back to his feet and picks up DGX by his head and holds him up as at this point DGX is very nearly literal dead weight. Gibraltar shoves DGX into a corner and strings up his arms on the ropes so as to help prop up DGX before he walks away bellowing at the fans whom are just belting him with abuse for his heinous after match assault on one of their most beloved heroes! Gibraltar gives the audience a firm “up yours” sign before with a mighty yell he lumbers across the ring and crushes DGX in the corner with his patented Avalanche! DGX falls out of the corner and it does not look good at all as Gibraltar raises his hand in signal to the fans and bellows his war cry before picks up DGX one more time and putting him into the beginnings of the G-Bomb![/B]

Hunter:[/color] What a useful specimen the big oaf has been tonight Amy!

Amy:[/color] Looks like he’s about to close the book on DGX’s career here, it’s going to rule!

Hunter:[/color] Well actually, as useful a tool as the tool’s been…

Gibraltar has DGX up and it looks as if he’s about to suffer the punishing last ride powerbomb as it’s known in some circles however running down from the back is Mr. Magnificent and Eddie Fitchcroft! Magnificent has a shovel in hand and slides into the ring before swinging the weapon up between Gibraltar’s legs with a low blow! The giant’s knees knock together for the second time tonight in the match as he manages to stay standing and hold on to the nearly unconscious DGX! Fitchcroft remedies this with a high impact spear that knocks Gibraltar down and subsequently dumps DGX to the canvas![/B]

Hunter:[/color] I believe his usefulness has been outlived, excuse me a moment…I have a score to settle.

Hunter Nicholson takes off his headset and climbs into the ring as Fitchcroft is putting the boots to Gibraltar while Magnificent beats the behemoth with the shovel! Nicholson joins in the beating as he gestures for Fitchcroft and Magnificent to pick the big man up which with some difficulty created by size differential the two men manage to accomplish! Nicholson grabs Gibraltar by the jaw and has some words for the big man which he puts exclamation on by delivering a slap to the face! Nicholson gets into position and looks to be getting ready to his patented Date with Destiny however Gibraltar having heard enough and also taken that slap wakens and throws the Legion members off of himself![/B]

Amy:[/color] Uh oh, that might not have been the best idea Hunter…

Indeed it was not. A point emphasized by a punch to the face of Magnificent taking him down, a boot that catches Fitchcroft running in as he rolls out of the ring and the true moment Nicholson realizes his error when Gibraltar takes hold of him by the throat. Gibraltar has some choice words for the mouth of the Legion this fine evening before he takes him for an unpleasant ride with a chokeslam! Samson has recovered from Gibraltar striking him and attempts to intercede as Gibraltar prepares Magnificent for the G-Bomb only to be flung across the ring! Upon landing it’s quite clear at this point that Samson has had quite enough of Gibraltar and he waves over Keri Thames before angrily explaining something.

Meanwhile off to the side of Gibraltar and Magnificent DGX has maintained extremely dim awareness of his surroundings and his bearing, having pulled himself up in the ropes in the corner. Out of the corner of his eye DGX sees Gibraltar about to issue a G-Bomb and out of instinct flings himself out of the corner and catches the big man blind side style with a Breakdown to the side of his face which knocks the mammoth man to the mat cold as Magnificent and the Legion scramble away![/B]



Amy:[/color] DGX with his kick, looks like Goliath just got nailed with David’s stone! The big guy is out! Smart to get out of there Mags!

DGX falls off his kick and passes into unconsciousness and Gibraltar appears to be out as well. Nicholson, Magnificent and Fitchcroft reground in a semi kind of huddle on the outside of the ring as Keri Thames speaks out.[/B]

Thames:[/color] Ladies and gentlemen, referee Kirk Samson has informed me that due to Gibraltar’s conduct at the conclusion of this match he has reversed his decision and disqualified Gibraltar, therefore your winner…D-G-X!

No music sounds but the fans raise a large cheer. Even concussed, on the heels of the defeat at Legends DGX had somehow pulled through and issued the largest man in XWA his first official loss. Further, he even managed to leave the giant laying in the ring however this gives way to a worried and respectful silence as Samson waves for the EMTs from the back. Magnificent and Fitchcroft head to the back as Nicholson resumes his position at the announce table next to Amy as the medical staff rush to ringside and begin to carefully work on DGX.[/B]

Hunter:[/color] Well he doesn’t really look like a winner, then again you look at that match and nobody does…nobody but the Legion!

Amy:[/color] We totally rule!

Hunter:[/color] Two pests with one match, we’re on fire tonight!

DGX has a neck brace put on him before he’s very carefully strapped to a stretcher board. The fans are silent as he’s loaded onto the stretcher and wheeled to the back, some begin to rustle and make noise, others chant DGX’s name softly hoping for a sign, a thumbs up, something to tell them he’s okay but nothing comes. Tentative applause breaks out as DGX is wheeled up the ramp and to the back as the fans hope that DGX will be alright as Massacre cuts to a commercial break![/B]

Commercials


Massacre returns from commercials...the ring is setup for the next segment...


It's just one of those days
When ya don't wanna wake up
Everything is fucked, everybody sucks.
You don't really know why
But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off
No human contact
And if you interact your life is on contract
Your best bet is to stay away mother fucker!
It's just one of those days!

Hunter: I hate this guy...he thinks he is so smart!

Amy: Ya such an ass...he better watch his mouth tonight...

Purple pyros go off as 'Break Stuff' continues to blare out loudly...as the pyros die down the silhouette of Vestal's figure is seen behind the smoke...the smokescreen is magically sucked into the stage revealing a grinning Vestal wearing an Armani suit and his trademark shovel in his right hand...

Hunter: He will need more than a shovel to protect himself if thinks of disrespecting the Legion again...

Amy: Though that shovel does hurt eh...

Hunter: Shut up ho!

Vestal slowly walks out to the top of the rampway, taking in the loud boos, he grins and starts to walk towards the ring...

Amy: So who is his first guest for this?

Hunter: Better be me cause I'll show him that I am the...

Amy: Wouldn't it be cool if it was Tempest?

Hunter: Shut up woman...I am more important than that clown...

Vestal walks past the announce table, taps the shovel on the table and grins at Hunter...then winks at Amy...

Hunter: Oh he is lucky I am announcing tonight...

Amy: He likes me!

Hunter: Of course didn't you see what you wore out here...

The camera is directly on Amy's chest...

Amy: Ya clothes dumbass!

Vestal is already in the centre of the ring, with a mic in hand...the music stops...Vestal looks over at the announce table just smiling and shaking his head...Hunter stands up...

Hunter: You want some of this? You want some?

Amy: Hunter just sit down, now who is attracting attention...

Vestal just rolls his eyes and turns facing the rampway...

Vestal: Welcome minions to the first ever Shovel Shot...hosted by your favourite shovel bearer...me!

Tempest chants can be heard over the boos in the crowd now...

Vestal: Let me explain how this show works...it's simple like Tempest...*laughs*

Boos now drown out the Tempest chant...

Vestal: I pick someone to come out here, I say what I got to say...he comes out here and gives me his response...and if I like it...he is free to leave...and if I don't like it...

Vestal grins and looks at the shovel laid up against the ring ropes...

Vestal: You take a shovel shot!

Vestal turns and faces Hunter...points at him...

Vestal: Ask motormouth over there...that ain't a good feeling...

Vestal shakes his head...

Hunter: I swear I'll get in that ring and...

Vestal starts to walk around the ring...

Vestal: And seeing as I have some time before my first guest gets out here...let me address a few things...Lucifer he got blown up into pieces and the whole XWA is now wondering just who did it...was it the Legion? Was it me? Was it Rose? Was it our lovely owner Carmen? If it was me I would tell you it was because honestly I am glad someone blew that roid monkey into a million pieces...

Crowd reacts with chants of MadDog...Vestal smiles and continues his slow walk around the ring...

Vestal: However I got a pretty good idea just who did it...trust me I will be revealing that soon...now Tempest...you again chose the wrong path last night...you declined my offer and Tempest...you made a big mistake Tempest...if you don't get onside with me then your career and your life is gonna be done...trust me Tempest I know what is best for you...and let me again just brief you all...

Vestal points at his shovel...

Vestal: That shovel there...it has created legends around here...each man that has fallen to me has went on to even greater things in the XWA...take DGX for example...I slaughtered him and he went on to be the greatest champion of all time, Angelus I took that freak under my wing and he went on to become one the most feared champions of all time...Tempest you were once with me and you did go on to become something great but as soon as you became the good guy...you let it get to your head, you let them get too involved in your career...Tempest you need to take this shovel and use it...become the next shovel bearer and the next XWA champion...

Vestal's face now turns all serious...

Vestal: Now minions...my first guest is probably finishing a pint of beer, he should be stumbling out here soon...he is the current XWA champion Ciaren...Ciaren I am going to give you the chance to explain yourself...first of all I am glad you beat Hutton last night...but that is the only thing I can say I have liked so far...Ciaren you were awarded this belt by default...you didn't earn it yet, you have not beat anyone worthy yet...which brings me to something else I want you to address...

Vestal faces the rampway...


Vestal: Why Ciaren is it that you have the top belt and you are playing second fiddle to a man that carries only the TV belt? Your boss talks how he has taken you in and made you this and that...but seriously what the hell has he done around here? other than gather up a few merry men and ruffled a few feathers...he has done nothing...he has not trained you, he lets you drink way too much...he really doesn't do anything for you...does he? The day you sober up Ciaren is the day you are going to realize just who you should be aligned with...and that day you will realize that you can become the greatest champion of all time...better than DGX...better than any past champion...

Vestal glares over at his shovel for a brief moment...

Vestal: Ciaren...I know you are upset at what happened to Hunter last night...I am not sorry at all, you guys come into MY house and want to take over...while I am here that is never going to happen on a full time basis...you want to play with the big dogs...then you puppies better start learning how to piss like one instead of squatting like the bitches that you all are...and Ciaren to make it clear to you...if I don't like what you have to say...then you will be the first one taking the shovel shot!

Vestal grabs his shovel and points over at Hunter...then faces the rampway...

I'd start a revolution begins to play through the sound system, Ciaren appears at the top of the ramp way with the XWA World Championship secured around his waste. The arena replies with a mixed reaction, the sound veers of towards the boo'ing side. Ciaren pauses at the top of the ramp way glaring down at Vestal

Hunter: And here he comes... The right hand of The Legion.

Amy: And the XWA's Champion!! Don't forget that. Right now this man is at the top of the food chain.

Ciaren starts to slowly make his way the whole while staring straight at Vestal, as he makes his way down the ramp various fans reach out hands to him which he completely ignores, this does nothing to endear him to the fans. Ciaren reaches the bottom of the ramp and turns to face Hunter and Amy, finally taking his eyes from Vestal he walks over to The Legion members on the announcers desk

Hunter: Ciaren...

Ciaren: Hunter.

Amy: Ciaren!

Ciaren: Amy.

Hunter: Are we on track...?

Ciaren snarls his reply to Hunter

Ciaren: Yeah, don't worry... we'll clear your mess up.

Turning his back on the pair Ciaren rolls into the ring, turning his back on Vestal he goes to the nearest set of turnbuckles and climbs them slowly, standing on the second turnbuckle he unbuckles the belt and slowly hoists the belt into the area, again the mixed reaction flairs up and increases in volume as the music cuts finally

Hunter: Listen to that reaction to our Champ, the fans really do love us and him!

Amy looks over at Hunter

Amy: I think you got hit hearder than we thought last week

As Ciaren goes to turn around he realises that Vestal has moved up right behind him silently, as Ciaren turns he is only looking down slightly from his raised vantage point. Vestal is a beast of a man, in more ways than one, the most obvious one though is the sheer size of the creature in front of Ciaren. The other beastial ways are internal and harder to spot but anyone who has been on the other end of a vicious attack knows there is only a very small percentage of this man who is actually human. Ciaren glares into Vestal's face from only inches away

Ciaren: How about you back up a bit, you've got a look on your face that makes me think you're about to kiss me.

Vestal let's out a little evil chuckle

Vestal: you don't know what I am thinking... Good thing for you.

Vestal backs up a few steps and hands a microphone to Ciaren, he says one final thing to Ciaren although does not use a microphone so no one in the arean can here

Vestal: That was a warning, don't turn your back on me again.

With that lovely little sentance, Vestal spins away grandly he laughs evily into the microphone

Vestal: So Ciaren... Explain yourself...

Ciaren raises his microphone to his mouth and pauses for a second before lowering it. He looks slowly from left to right around the arena and then raises his microsphone again

Ciaren: I'm not really big on explaining myself fella. Where I come from the less said the better, a lot of the people I know, aren't great fans of people who talk a lot.

Ciaren reaches up a brushs the hair back from the side of his face

Ciaren: I will tell you a couple of things though. I'm playing second fiddle no man. The fact you're talking about belts shows your as simple minded as your gorilla looking arse looks. I've got this belt because I hit the hardest. Because I can take a punch. Because I am the best in a fight that's in the building. I'm not the best wrestler... but I've never really tried to be honest.

Vestal's face is not a pleasant view

Ciaren: I'm not that new around here to be honest... Admittedly the Ciaren from the old days was a completely different character, but it was still the same man. I saw a lot of people come and go, I've heard a lot of people make noise in this company and I've seen a lot of pretenders. I was out in the back one day visiting some friends and I heard and and his pals out here. I liked that they heard... but I also new this place was full of predators, like you, like Mad Dog, like every other power hungry bastard in this company.

With every passing world Ciaren's speech become more passionate

Ciaren: The guys in The Legion are good guys, they are strong guys but I felt they needed someone who knew the ropes here to look out for them, to be their enforcer, if you will... and that's exactly what I've been doing. In the course of doing that, I cracked a few skulls and this title has landed in my hands.You can only beat what is put in front of you fella and I've done that. You said I got the belt by default, that I was handed it? That's true, I got the belt because I was the best man in the company at the time. Everyone else got knocked out of the tournment. Everyone had the same chance as me, I am the man that walked away with it. I defend my belt at Legends and I will defend it against any bastard that tries to take it

The whole time that Ciaren is saying this he is getting closer and closer to Vestal who is getting angrier and angrier

Vestal: I think you better realise who you are talking to and watch your tone. Look at your buddy over there, remember the kind of beatings I dish out

Ciaren backs up slightly

Ciaren: Oh don't think I've forgotten about that, that's actually the only reason that I came out here... Now my little rant is over... I think there is something you should see... you destroyed a memeber of our family. He is never going to wrestle again... Ciaren glances over at Hunter admittedly he is a bit of a useless fucker but it's the principle of the matter

Vestal likes hearing Ciaren talking about his violence

Ciaren: I wanted to take my Jameson's bottle and find you and smash it over your big bald head. Jack talked me out of it, he is more of the subliminal plot type of person, I haven't really of the patients for those kind of things but he loves it. Hey now, enough talking watch this...

Ciaren gestures up to the massive screen near the entrance way as the arena house lights dim down

Vestal: What is this...?

Ciaren: Shhh... you'll miss the good bits.

On the screen there is complete blackness but the crunch of gravel under the feet of heavy boots

Voice 1:[/color] Shhh...

Voice 2:[/color] Sorry sorry... I'll be quite.

The two men walk along and push their way through a set of bushes which rustle loudly, it's clear that the pair are holding some kind of small camera themselves, they push their way towards yet bush a large luxiously house, there is a few lights on, other than that there is complete darkness around the house

Voice 1:[/color] Keep down, she won't be able to see us from inside the house but let's not risk it.

Voice 2:[/color] I'll be quiet... quiet.

The pair keep up towards the house completely out of sight behind the camera they are carrying

Vestal: No... That can't be...

Vestal's mind races back. It was many years ago but there was a familar scene. On that very screen, that very house. Vestal looks over at Ciaren but can't take his eyes from the screen and quickly looks back

Voice 1:[/color] We've been told there is an alarm... we need to cut the wires first before we sneak into the house. The alarm was added after what happened before...

The house is almost in right on top of them, the camera is held down at waist height while the man holding it peeks through a window. Slowly the camera raises up to show a woman in the kitchen. Stand with her side facing the camera she is putting away some clean dishing in the cupboards. Vestal speaks without using the mic to Ciaren

Vestal: That's my wife... you bastards... who is that there... That better not be him...


Ciaren: No, it's better than that...

One the screen the camera follows the woman doing her mundane chores inside the house, the woman is completely unaware as to the fact she is secretly being filmed, slowly the camera is lowered and is rotated to show the viewers face. It's none other than Diamond Jack Sabbath

Sabbath:[/COLOR] Eddie... Eddie, hold the camera.

The camera is passed over to Eddlie so holds it steady so Jack can speak into the camera

Sabbath:[/COLOR] Vestal, Vestal, Vestal... you hurt a member of our family. So it's only fair we hurt one of yours. We have a bit more class than a neanderthal like yourself, so we promise to not hurt her, too much... Admittedly we have stolen this little ploy from a friend of ours, well not really a friend, an aquaintance... well not really an, well you get the idea... We are not as blood thirsty as Angelus. We remember when Angelus and Tempest broke into your house and wife your wife in a pool of their own blood and filmed thw whole thing... We are going to put a little Legion twist on this for you! By the time you see this, you will be in the ring with Ciaren... and our plan will be underway. We are going to make this fun for you though... From the end of this video, you have one hour to find your wife. She is somewhere in the arena. Hidden obviously, otherwise that would not be much fun! Oh, and Vestal... If you attack Ciaren you lost the game. You do not want to lose the game. We Are Legion. We Are Many. Do Not Fuck With Us.

The video fizzles out on the screen and Vestal is left opened mouthed at what he just witnessed, Ciaren starts to back towards the ropes then turns to face Vestal
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[Johawn]

Ciaren: Tick tock boyo, better get a move on... Oh, and you can stick that shovel up your arse!

The whole arena is silent, unsure as to what they have just witnessed, Vestal doesn't even watch as Ciaren leaves through the crowd. Instead he raises the microphone to his lips and begins to scream

Vestal: Terrance!!! TEEEEERRRRAAAANNNCCEEE!!! Get out here... Get your arse out here!!

On demand Terrance Storm appears on the ramp way

Vestal: Find my wife now... Find her!!

Terrance disappears backstage lightning quick

Vestal is now beginning to pace around the ring, looks of worry are shaded out by the obvious anger on his face...

Vestal: Jack...you so much as think about doing something to my wife I will do more than hit you with a shovel...I will kill you with my bare hands and I will bury your ass!

Vestal picks up his shovel...

Vestal: Ciaren...just when I thought you would realize what is going on...you proved again that you are under more than alcohol influence...Ciaren once I get my wife back...understand this, I am going to come for you and I will not stop until I get my hands on you...Ciaren you may have the gold but son I will give you a beating that no one has ever given you before...that is my promise to you and to the rest of the XWA...

Vestal drops the shovel on the apron, he uses his free hand to lower the top rope and step over...jumping down to the outside, he retrieves the shovel and goes towards the announcer's table...

Vestal: And you two...

Pointing at Hunter and Amy with the shovel...

Vestal: Ask yourselves this...who's gonna take the plunge for the Legion tonight?

Vestal slams the shovel down onto the announce table causing both Hunter and Amy to jump back...Vestal drops the shovel...staring right at Hunter...

Hunter: You think you are so tough eh...we got your...argh!

Vestal grabs Hunter by the throat, pushing him back onto the guard rail...

Vestal: I think I've made my decision...

Vestal pulls Hunter back then pushes him back...causing him to stumble over the chair and onto his ass...Vestal tosses the mic at Hunter...and despite not seeing where Ciaren left...he jumps over the barrier at the same place Ciaren was last seen...Vestal soon disappears into the crowd...

Amy: That was awesome!

Hunter is just getting up...

Hunter: That we took his wife...hell yeah!

Amy: No I am talking about the look on your face when he made his decision...

Hunter: Shut up!

Amy: It's ok Jack will still be pleased that you held him up...


The camera is now backstage...following Vestal...

Vestal: CIAREN! CIAREN! The longer you run...the longer the beating!

Vestal turns the corner and walks right into Tempest...Vestal stops and there is a staredown...

Vestal: I got no time for you right now...

Vestal shoves Tempest out of his way and continues on...Tempest just shrugs his shoulders as he watches a screaming Vestal tear down the hall way...

Tempest: Heh I was just gonna ask if he needs a hand...meh oh well...

The scene cuts off with Tempest going in the same direction as Vestal left...

Amy: …d’you think maybe we’ve gone too far this time?

Hunter: Of course not! Legion will rule this company, by hook or by crook, and Vestal can run all he wants. If he’d checked his notes for tonight’s show, he’d know exactly where Ciaren was. He’s out here next, and that stupid bastard’s gonna be searching everywhere in the world for him.

Amy:

[/b] This is despicable.

Hunter: You want to stop your complaining, woman. Business is about to pick up! Legion are coming up next!

Just weeks removed from XWA Legends, many would have thought that the cards could not get better. And yet they have. With XWA Massacre in full swing and Legion in control of the show for the night, Massacre has been bigger and better than ever before. Thus as the bell at ringside chimes three times in quick succession, the fans climb to their feet as Keri Thames begins the introductions for the next contest. A rematch of the Legends Main Event, with a small twist from Legion’s influence.

Keri Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the Tornado Tag Handicap Match, and it is scheduled for one fall!

Hunter Nicholson: Well folks, while Amy is in the back preparing our boys for battle, I ,Hunter Nicholson, will be handling commentary on my own. But something feels like it’s missing…

Random static is heard on screen and the camera quickly pans over to the announce table to find Hunter Nicholson, the temporary announcer for this evening putting on the second announcer’s headset? It takes the Legion member many moments to get both headsets into proper positioning, but when he finally manages to finish, the coming scene becomes either the most hilarious or retarded thing ever seen in XWA history.

Hunter: Ladies and Gentlemen, Hunter Nicholson here with Hunter Nicholson, and we are in for one hell of a of a match next.

Hunter Nicholson: Oh you’d better believe it Hunter. Our boys in Legion, Eddie Flitchcroft and XWA World Heavyweight Champion Ciaren Donegan are going to wipe the floor with Hutton Brown in this handicap match.

Hunter: I will never understand how Hutton managed to convince XWA Owner Carmen King into giving him a title match Hunter, but he proved at Legends that he is no match for Ciaren in the end.

Hunter: An excellent way to tell it like it is Hunter, well said indeed.

Hunter: Thank you Hunter.

With the fans ready and waiting for the arrival of the superstars in this next highly anticipated contest, it doesn’t take long for “I’d Start a Revolution” by Aimee Allen to bring the boos from the crowd as Legion enters first. Their overall negativity is relentless as Ciaren and Flitchcroft make their way to the top of the ramp, the later held tightly with a dog collar by Amy Taylor. Eddie smacks himself in the face with each hand before thrusting them into the air as Ciaren hoists both an eyebrow and his championship belt into the air, this only provoking further boos from the fan filled Arco Arena.

Thames: Making their way to the ring first, accompanied by Amy Taylor, at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty nine pounds, representing Legion, Eddie Flitchcroft and the XWA World Heavyweight Champion, Ciaren Donegan!

Hunter: How can these fans honestly boo our World Champion Hunter? Are they brain dead or something?

Hunter: I’m not sure I can make complete sense of it either Hunter. These XWA fans certainly don’t seem to have their eyes set on good quality talent these days and I can’t seem to figure out what they want.

Legion makes their way to the ring without further taunting, though Ciaren looks a little more than a tad worried about having to be teamed together with Flitchcroft. Eddie however seems a little too excited to be competing in his first match, Amy struggling to control the man as he makes his way to the ring quickly. Releasing Flitchcroft carefully from his dog collar, Eddie slides into the ring and begins to rampage around the squared circle while Ciaren climbs the steps slowly. Donegan shakes his head a few times as he enters the ring, static heard from the announce table once more as Amy Taylor returns to her seat; “I’d Start a Revolution” slowly dying down.

Hunter: Ahh Amy, good to have you back at the announce table. Isn’t it, Hun- Ladies and Gentlemen?

Amy Taylor: Were you down here doing commentary by yourself, as two people?

Hunter: What?! Tha-Why that’s preposterous! Where would you have come up with something so silly?

Amy: I was just asking Hunter. Calm down.

The opening techno beat of “Dirt Off Your Shoulder/Lying From You” by Jay-Z and Linkin’ Park brings the fans into a frenzy of cheers, an utter ovation given to The Rated X Superstar. The lights in the arena dim as multiple spotlights flash around the arena as the Chester Bennington’s lyrics begin.

Hunter: Gah, why do these people cheer for him? He lost at Legends to Ciaren after all!

When I pretend,
Everything is what I want it to be,
I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see.
When I pretend,
I can forget about the criminal I am,
Stealing second after second just cause I know I can.
But,
I can’t pretend this is the way it’ll stay.
I’m just,
Trying To Fend The Truth.
I can’t pretend I’m who you want me to be,
So I’m,
Lying My Way From-

The beat of the song suddenly changes to one much heavier than the first, the vocalist changing from Chester Bennington to another man, the overall tone and lyrics of the song growing heavier and more offensive as the seconds quickly pass. As the new vocals begin, a lone spotlight lands upon the top of the ramp and illuminates a center stage as the fans await the arrival of The Hardcore General!

Amy: I have to admit Hunter, I really like this song.

Hunter: Amy?! How can you say that?!

If you feelin’ like a pimp Nigga,
Go on, brush your shoulders off.
Ladies, this pimp suit,
Go on, brush your shoulders off.
Nigga this is crazy baby, don’t forget that boy told ya,
Kick, That, Dirt Off Your Shoulder.

Thames: And their opponent, from Manhattan, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds; The Hardcore General, Hutton Brown!

Bursting out from behind the curtain to an even greater ovation from this capacity crowd, it didn’t seem to matter that Brown had just come short of winning the XWA World Heavyweight Championship at Legends; an enormous grin cast upon the fact of The Hardcore General tonight. And it seemed clear to all the fans that none of them would be receiving high fives tonight as Hutton marched his way to the squared circle; Brown discarding his fleece jacket and skull cap before even making it to ringside. Charging to the ring and sliding in without any hesitation for the odds or the number’s game, Ciaren quickly retreats to the back ropes while Brown begins exchanging a heated volley of fists and forearms with Eddie Flitchcroft; the opening bell ringing in the background!

Hunter: HA! Hutton must still be feeling the effects of Ciaren’s headbutt from back at Legends, as he rushes foolishly into a two on one match.

Amy: Either that or he’s just really confident that he can win.

Eddie Flitchcroft was a former prisoner, his fighting style consisting mostly of swinging his arms wildly for incredibly powerful haymaker punches. Now usually, such a strategy could go off without a hitch, except when you find yourself in a brawling match with a master like Hutton Brown. As Brown and Flitchcroft begin to exchange vicious blows back and forth, Ciaren Donegan hanging back as the brawl ensues, it becomes apparent quickly that the random swings won’t be effective enough against the precise and powerful punches thrown by The Hardcore General; Brown quickly gaining an advantage against The Secret Weapon.

Hunter: Why in the heck is Ciaren hanging back? Eddie is getting murdered out there!

Amy: Honestly, I don’t think this pairing was such a good idea. Never did in fact.

Ducking the next wild haymaker in Eddie’s series of attacks, Hutton fires off a vicious right hand into Flitchcroft’s forehead that sends Eddie to the canvas. In the brief moment before Eddie’s fall and his rise, Brown and Donegan exchange easily the most serious of stares; Hutton ensuring Ciaren that he’d be coming for him next. Eddie rises quickly but finds himself in a worse position than before, The Rated X Messiah swarm him with a barrage of right hands as Brown attempts to shove Flitchcroft aside earlier in the contest. Unable to act fast enough to defend himself, Eddie is easily pushed back to the ropes before a powerful charging clothesline sends him over the top rope to the floor outside the ring.

Hunter: WHAT IS CIAREN DOING?! This is supposed to be a handicap match. There’s no better time for a beatdown then now!!!

As Eddie slams down outside the ring, Hutton finally turns to face The XWA World Heavyweight Champion; the two competitors making their way straight to the center of the squared circle. Only inches away from each other, the challenger and champion from Legends lock eyes once again in a battle of stares, the tension so thick that one would need a chainsaw to properly slice through it. And then, as if a gun somewhere had just been fired, Brown and Donegan begin throwing punches at each other with fury never before seen.

Hunter: And here we go Amy, it’s a Legends rematch between Ciaren and Hutton! Shame I didn’t bet on this, I’d be rich.

Amy: It’s not much fun when you know who’s going to win.

Perhaps it is the sight of Eddie Flitchcroft moving to reenter the squared circle, but Ciaren falters for a second during the brawl; Hutton noticing such and quickly taking advantage of it with a salvo of right hands against the World Heavyweight Champion. With his right hands flying without retaliation, Brown is easily able to press Donegan back to the ring ropes; Hutton seeming to be in full control as he whips The Ireland Native to the opposite side of the ring. But Ciaren reverses the whip at the last second, sending Brown across the ring instead and right into a huge waiting clothesline from The Secret Weapon! The Hardcore General slams down heavily upon the canvas, Eddie and Ciaren smothering him quickly a huge series of boots to just about everywhere upon Brown’s body.

Hunter: See! Now that is what I’ve been looking forward to seeing. Hutton Brown getting the shit beat out of him by Legion’s finest!

Amy: So what does that make you?

Hunter: Me… Well… Uh, I’d be in there too if I hadn’t been injured by Vestal at Legends! I would!

In easily one of the most underhanded matches since XWA returned to the air, Legion easily picks apart Hutton Brown as Ciaren and Eddie continue their vicious booting of The Rated X Messiah. In fact, the only reason they bother to let up such an assault is to move it in a different direction; the Legionnaires whipping Hutton to the ropes before both men hoist him up over the heads with a double back body drop. Hutton howls in excruciating agony as his back slams against the canvas, Brown climbing back to his feet upon sheer instinct as his hands cover his lower back gingerly. But the pain is far from over for Hutton, as he turns straight into Legion once again; Ciaren continually giving instructions to Eddie as the two now each drive a boot into Brown’s midsection.

Amy: Ugh, this is so boring.

Hunter: Boring?! How can you call this boring Amy? Hutton is getting the shit kicked out of him by our finest members, and you call this boring?!

Amy: Seriously, how do you see this is good sport? It’s two of Legion against one guy, you obviously didn’t expect him to stand a chance so what’s the point? He’ll get worn down extremely quickly against two opponents so what, the rest of you can swarm the ring and stomp on him some more?

Hunter: Uh, yeah. That’s the general plan. Want to join in?

Amy: …

Both Ciaren and Eddie hook one of Hutton’s arms over their shoulder, the two members of Legion hoisting Brown off the canvas until he is completely vertical upside-down. And there The Hardcore General remains, the combined strength of Donegan and Flitchcroft easily able to support Brown in a vertical suplex position for a long time as the blood flows to Hutton’s head. After nearly forty-five seconds of what many might call unnecessary torture, Legion drops back to the mat and drives Brown into the canvas with a devastating double vertical delayed suplex.

Hunter: That’s the kind of teamwork I keep talking about Amy, we’ve got this match in the palm of our hands now!

Amy: You keep saying “we” and “our”, like you’re actually in the match…

His teeth clenched tightly as his chest heaves, Hutton struggles to even move following such an officious double team maneuver. Eddie seems ready to move quickly back into attack mode but Ciaren holds his partner back, whispering a few instructions into Flitchcroft’s ear. Whatever the suggestions may be, The Secret Weapon seems incredibly excited about carrying them out as he backs up to the far corner and bounces anxiously on his toes. Ciaren moves cockily to The Hardcore General, reaching down to grip a handful of Hutton’s hair and bring Brown back to his feet by it. Wounded and weary, Hutton is hardly able to put up any form of resistance as Donegan drags him to his feet once again, holding his arms behind his back as Ciaren turns them toward Eddie Flitchcroft.

Hunter: Now would you look at that Amy! Ciaren pulling Hutton up so that Eddie can finish him off, and I’d probably have to guess with a spear. You remember when Eddie speared Hutton a few weeks ago? Took the life right out of him!

Smacking his head with each hand as he waits for Ciaren’s signal to charge, Eddie seems to hardly be able to control himself in the corner. Bouncing up and down like some kind of overly excited dog, Flitchcroft gets the signal from the World Heavyweight Champion and charges viciously across the ring with only one purpose; to spear the holy high hell out of The Rated X Superstar. Ciaren begins to release Brown’s arms in anticipation of the impact but does so just a few moments too soon, a rush of adrenaline giving Hutton Brown the wherewithal to swing to his left and shove Donegan forward. With no way of preventing the collision, Eddie Flitchcroft drives The Ireland Native to the canvas with an enormous spear!

Hunter: Oh Jesus! What the hell was that?!


Amy: Wow, and to think I thought Hutton was done for.

Hunter: Don’t say that with such a fascinated tone!

The crowd filling the Arco Arena is in a frenzy as Ciaren rolls from the ring clutching his midsection, Eddie watching him go with eyes wide. Flitchcroft slowly steps back from the ropes, running his hands through his hair in utter shock of what his incidental actions had caused; Eddie unaware of the true danger however. Gaining his bearings quickly, Hutton waits behind The Secret Weapon with his arms wide; Brown awaiting the moment he would put down Flitchcroft with Blacklight.

Hunter: Oh Eddie, Eddie don’t turn around. Whatever you do, don’t turn ar- NO!

Amy: Oh this certainly doesn’t look promising.

Backing up just one step further, The Rated X Superstar strikes. Hutton moves in quickly and overhooks each of Flitchcroft’s arms, Eddie stunned as Brown moves in for his finishing maneuver. The Secret Weapon struggles valiantly as Hutton pulls him to center stage before flipping them around one hundred and eighty degrees. But before Brown can drop Eddie to the canvas, Flitchcroft forces his way out of the hold with sheer power; The Secret Weapon shoves Hutton to the ropes. The Rated X Messiah hits the ropes and charges back toward Flitchcroft without hesitation, Brown not seeing Eddie’s finishing maneuver coming as The Secret Weapon scoops Hutton up and drops him with a vicious spinebuster, The Secret Weapon!

Amy: Well I never saw that coming.

Hunter: And neither did Hutton! Eddie hits The Secret Weapon! PIN HIM EDDIE, PIN HIM!


ONE!


TWO!


THRE-NO!


Hunter: WHAT?! How did…

Amy: Wow…

It’s a moment one would only expect to see at Legends itself, but Hutton Brown manages to deliver for the fans once again; Eddie stunned as Hutton forces his shoulder up off the canvas. Flitchcroft looks over at the referee, Kirk Samson holding up just two fingers to indicate the shocking kickout. This only seems to infuriate The Secret Weapon though, Eddie rising quickly and moving straight to the referee to demand the three count. Samson, being the law upholding official after all, refuses to grant Flitchcroft anything more than he deserves, Eddie snapping as he scoops up the referee and drops him to the canvas with The Secret Weapon as well!

Hunter: What the… What is Eddie doing?

Amy: Looks like he has finally snapped Hunter.

Flitchcroft rises to his feet once again as Kirk rolls out of the ring, Eddie screaming at the top of his lungs as he stomps around in one great temper tantrum. Eddie throws his fist around in the air as he screams, moving to the turnbuckle at one point before ripping off the protective covers and tearing them into two pieces with his bare hands. Having recovered slightly from the spear he’d been forced to take minutes previous, Ciaren slowly rolls into the ring and moves to Eddie. The XWA World Heavyweight Champion tries to calm down his partner but Flitchcroft just begins to scream at Donegan instead, Ciaren growing frustrated quickly before slapping his partner square in the jaw.

Amy: Would you look at that, he’s calm.

Hunter: Who would have thought that a simple slap to the fa- NOW WHAT’S EDDIE DOING?!

The slap to the face does seem to bring Eddie’s rage to a sudden halt, Flitchcroft looking at Donegan with a look of utter confusion. Ciaren seems relieved at the very least, holding up an apologetic hand for his actions though they were necessary. With his partner seemingly satisfied, The Ireland Native turns away from Flitchcroft only for Eddie to pull him back around; The Secret Weapon now scooping his own partner up and dropping The XWA World Heavyweight Champion with The Secret Weapon!

Hunter: Eddie’s gone mad! He’s completely lost his mind!

Amy: Well it looks like you’re going to have to get in there and stop him then.

Hunter: M-ME?! Have you lost your damned mind woman?!

Rolling out of the ring for a second time, Eddie Flitchcroft is left alone with Hutton Brown; The Hardcore General becoming the full focus of Eddie’s attention as he pulls himself up in the corner. With Flitchcroft all but foaming at the mouth… No wait, there’s some, Hutton climbs his way to his feet without the slightest knowledge of the referee and Ciaren’s destruction at Eddie’s hands. Flitchcroft seems ready for yet another spear attempt upon Brown as Thomas J Tickles heads to the squared circle, initially hesitant to enter the ring. And finally Hutton turns around to face Eddie Flitchcroft as The Secret Weapon charges toward him, Eddie ducking down for the spear seconds before Brown leaps.

Hunter: Oh yes, this is too good Amy. Eddie’s about to spear the hell out of Hutton and there’s another referee right there, ready to make the count!

Amy: But can Eddie hit Hutton this time?

It’s another Legend’s Moment as Brown leapfrogs over the incoming Eddie Flitchcroft, the freight train that is Hutton’s opponent crashing headfirst into the unprotected turnbuckle behind Brown. There’s a huge rush of emotion in the arena as the fans burst into a chorus of cheers for The Hardcore General as Flitchcroft’s own rage ends up costing him. Eddie staggers backward in a daze, his skull having rattled off the middle turnbuckle, falling right into the grip of The Rated X Messiah. Hutton repeats his performance earlier, overhooking each of Eddie’s arms before flipping around one hundred and eighty degrees. Yet this time, Hutton drops Eddie Flitchcroft to the canvas with Blacklight! Tickles slides into the ring quickly as Hutton slowly rolls Eddie over into the cover, the fans counting along with the official.


ONE!


TWO!


THREE!


The Arco Arena erupts fully as Tickles hand slams down upon the canvas for a third, uninterrupted, time; Brown claiming a stunning victory. “Dirt Off Your Shoulders/Lying From You” backs up the ovation from this capacity crowd as Hutton slowly pull himself up from the beaten body of Eddie Flitchcroft, a static hiss heard from the announce table as Tickles hoists Brown’s arm into the air.

Thames: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner; The Hardcore General, Hutton Brown!

Hunter: You know what? Screw this!

Hunter Nicholson rips off his headset and slams it down upon the table before rounding it and heading straight for the squared circle as Mr. Magnificent charges down the ramp. The two members of Legion enter the ring at nearly the exact same moment, Magnificent distracting the weakened Brown as Hunter strikes from behind with a hard forearm. The Hardcore General’s music cuts instantly as he crashes to the canvas, Nicholson and Magnificent driving boots down upon their already weary adversary. Slowly recovering from his teammate’s treachery, Ciaren rolls back in under the bottom rope to oversee the destruction of the man he’d BARELY beat at Legends.

Amy: Well it’s really about time you did something Hunter, though I can’t help but find this a little pathetic. Really, is this necessary guys?

Finally deciding to join in on the fray, Donegan begins to add boots of his own to the mix; Hutton unable to defend himself in the slightest against a three on one assault. Yet as Legion continues to dismantle Hutton Brown piece by piece the crowd erupts again, all three members of Legion turning their attention the ramp as a man sprints down to the squared circle. A man boasting a steel chair and a leather jacket.

Amy: That guy, I think I’ve seen him before, but where? Where? Oh shit, that’s Johnny Valentine!

And indeed, Johnny Valentine charges the ring without hesitation for the odds against him, just as he always had and would. The Blast from the Past slides into the ring, leaping to his feet before any of the members of Legion even have a second thought about whose side he’s on. Valentine swings the chair wildly at the quickly approaching members of Legion, Johnny nearly connecting with Magnificent’s head with a full swing of the steel weapon. Caught by their own hesitation, Ciaren puts a hand against both of his comrade’s chest to order a full retreat on their part; Legion reluctantly exiting the ring as Valentine stands in defense of The Hardcore General. While Ciaren and Mr. Magnificent make their way to the ramp Hunter returns slowly to the announce table, Nicholson never taking his eye off of Johnny.

Amy: Damn Hunter, it’s a good thing you guys got out of there when you did. JV would have murdered the three of you in a heartbeat.

Hunter: That bastard. No Amy, he wouldn’t have.

“The Dark Spanish Symphony” by Rubber City joins in with the ovation from the Arco Arena as Johnny Valentine stands tall against the members of Legion, Valentine dropping down to check on Hutton Brown. As Johnny, in what could be called a friendly manner between Brown and Valentine, slaps Hutton in the face multiple times, Brown finally begins to return to the present; The Hardcore General sliding back quickly as the first thing to greet his sight is Johnny Valentine. Wounded and weary, Brown seems suddenly focused and alert as he looks into the eyes of both his greatest rival and one of his greatest allies; The Rated X Superstar trying to determine what terms he and Valentine would currently be on. Though he can hardly hear Valentine over the roar of the capacity crowd, hearing “fream” with a slight smile allows Brown to relax as The Blast from the Past helps return Hutton to his feet. For if Valentine wasn’t here to help him, Brown knew, Hutton would already have taken a trip down a dark and treacherous road.

Amy: I don’t understand why you’re so calm about this Hunter? Hutton just won the match and gained a new ally.

Hunter: Some ally…

Amy: What?

Exchanging a handshake with Valentine, the two competitors turn to face the ramp; Hutton throwing up his hands in victory as Ciaren, Magnificent, and Flitchcroft retreat to the back. The members of Legion all look furious at the events, but something seems a little fishy; each member of Legion not seeming nearly as angered by the unfolding events as one would expect. The Hardcore General doesn’t seem to notice such a fact, looking to his left to find Valentine not where he had been and turning further to find him. And instead, Hutton Brown finds the steel chair as it crashes into his skull!

Amy: Wha-What the… What was that?

Hunter: Eat that Hutton!

The arena is suddenly deadly silent as Brown falls to the canvas and remains there unmoving. Johnny Valentine stands above him, the steel chair clenched tightly in his grip with a sinister smile upon his face; The Blast from the Past pleased to finally put down The Rated X Fream once again after so long a time. Donegan, Magnificent, and Flitchcroft all stand at the top of the ramp in good spirits as Valentine shoots a glance their way; “The Dark Spanish Symphony” beginning to play again. But this time, as Valentine hoists the chair into the air and the fans remained too stunned to act, the symphony plays alone.

We go to a commercial for our upcoming PPV. When we come back, Hunter is once again alone at his desk. Amy’s a busy girl tonight.

Hunter: Well, she’s gone again. Some people seem to forget there are cameras all over this place, though, so we’ll sharp find out where she’s gotten to.

And we’re in the GM room again. Diamond Jack Sabbath is on the mobile phone yet again. He hasn't moved since we last saw him, he is still sat with his feet up on the desk. watching the live feed of Massacre on his TV.

Jack:[/color] ...Yes, it's going well...well the way I see it, the TV Title's gonna stay in the Legion no matter what so it's all good...thought about what?...Oh, Carmen shouldn't be turning up any time soon...Trust me; it's all under control.

Amy walks in and stands watching Jack on the phone yet again. He looks up and makes a gesture with his hand to tell her to go away. She doesn't move.

Jack:[/color] (Back on the phone) Look, I have to go. We'll talk later.

He flips the phone back into his pocket and stands up.

Amy:[/color] Was that him? This sainted 'Controller'?

Jack:[/color] What the hell is your problem tonight? You've been staring at me like I have a mole on my face or something!

Amy:[/color] I know.

Jack:[/color] Then why are you--

Amy:[/color] No, I mean I know.

Jack:[/color] Huh? Know what?

Amy:[/color] Everything. The Controller, how you met him...and Operation 5:09.

Jack gulps. He up looks at her from the desk, scorn in his eyes.

Jack:[/color] How do you know about that? I'm the only one who knows anything about that.

Amy:[/color] I overheard your conversion in the hotel. We really shoudn't share rooms.

Amy smiles at her little joke. Jack looks up, snarling.

Jack:[/color] (Shouting) You think this is funny? Do you know what would happen if this got out too soon? Everything will have been for nothing. Why did you listen to my private conversation?

Amy:[/color] Curiosity mainly.

Jack:[/color] Yeah? Well, you know what they say...

Jack grabs a crowbar from under the desk, reserved there just incase he gets any funny business.

Jack:[/color] ...Curiosity killed the cat.

Jack nods as Amy shakes her head. He pins her up against the wall with it, lunging at her as she struggles to break free.

Amy:[/color] Lemme go!

Jack:[/color] What? I can't hear you!

Amy:[/color] I said lemme go you bastard!

Jack:[/color] Not nice is it? You can't blackmail me, Amy!

He presses his face up against hers.

Jack:[/color] No you can't. You really can't. Are you gonna tell anyone about Operation 5:09?

Amy continues to struggle.

Jack:[/color] You know you can't get free Amy! Would you like another bruise to match the one on your back? Would you?

Amy:[/color] No!

Jack:[/color] And will you keep your mouth shut and your nose out of my private business.

Amy:[/color] Yes!

Jack:[/color] (Shouting) Say you promise!

Amy:[/color] Okay...I promise, just lemme go!

Jack pulls the crowbar back and shoves Amy to the side. He takes some deep breaths and looks down, leaning on the desk.

Jack:[/color] Now get out!

Amy runs out as Jack stands, biting his knuckle.

Jack:[/color] Fuck's sake, Amy...

And it’s time for our final commercial break. BADING! And we’re back, and Amy is back at the announce desk. If she’s looking for sympathy from Hunter after the ordeal she was just put through with Jack, it’s not forthcoming.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] …you stupid woman. Distracting our leader right before his big title defence!

Amy:[/color] I will slap the sarcasm off your face. We’ve got a job to do, let’s finish it and leave. M’kay?

And with that, Amy gathers her quite sizeable strength and dignity, and says no more about it. She gets back to the job at hand.

Ding.... Ding...... Ding!

Thames:[/color] Tonights main event is for the XWA Television Championship!



Blue pyro sprays from under the ring as Mags walks down to the ring in his ring gear. He has a smug grin on his face showing his inner confidence.[/color]

Thames:[/color] On his way to the ring.... standing at six foot two inches tall.... from Los Angelos, California.... weighing in at two hundred pounds... Mr. Magnificent!!!

The lights fade out and 'I'd Start A Revolution' sounds throughout the arena. As the first verse starts, the lights become sort of gold colored Diamond Jack Sabbath emerges from the curtain followed by Amy Taylor and his fellow Legion members. Once he is on the stage, he stares down towards the ring. He looks at his opponent(s) with a cocky smile on his face. He looks to the other Legion members and nods slowly. They all go back through the curtain and they then slowly walks down the ramp with a large spotlight on him, ignoring any kind of reaction from the crowd. The announcer says 'Making his way to the ring, From Salford, Manchester, Representing The Legion...The Snake of Salford Quays; DIAMOND JACK SABBATH!'

He stops right in front of the ring and looks at his opponent with an intimidating glare. He walks up the steps, gets in the ring and runs over to the turnbuckle and jumps on it and extends his arms in a Chris-Jericho-type way to the crowd. He jumps off the turnbuckle and throws the jacket over to Amy at the side of the ring. He puts his towel on the side of the ring so he can use it later to clear the sweat from his face.[/color]

Amy:[/color] I like Mags’ wrestling style.

Hunter:[/color] I have to agree with you. He has a combo of old school and high-flying style, which is why his matches are so entertaining.

Mags and Sabbath shake hands and lock up in the center of the ring, and circle around for a short while. Mags powers out by grabbing Sabbath's arm, twisting it, and slamming him toward the mat.

Sabbath lays on the mat for a second, holding his arm. Mags adjust his trunks and gets back in his stance.

Looking into each others eyes, trying to determine who will move first. Diamond gets a hold on Mags arm and sends him against the ropes. Returning Mags meets a flying lariat from Sabbath.

Immediatly Mags gets back up from the mat, and Jack runs at him with an outstretched arm, horridly sending Mags right back down to the mat.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] What a clothesline!

Magnificent rolls Diamond Jack Sabbath up in a school boy pin. Tommy Tickles goes for the count.

1......

Sabbath kicks out and both him and Mags get to a verticle base. Sabbath makes the first move. Jack runs against the ropes and attempts to spear Mags. Mags reverses, jumps up, and hits Sabbath with a pele kick. Mags gets back on his feet, looks at all the fans, and smirks.

Mags feeling and instant confidence boost, walks over to where Sabbath is trying to get to his feet. Mags slaps him in the head a couple of times.[/color]

Mags:[/color] Come on Sabbath!

Jack gets to his feet, Mags grabs his arm and propels him into the turnbuckle. Sabbath dodges out of the way as Mags shoulder hits the steel post. [/color]

Hunter:[/color] This is killer!

Amy:[/color] Cause it's a thriller!

Hunter:[/color] Don't sing. You suck.

Amy:[/color] Kiss my hairy @$$!

Lazy editing means that Amy Taylor has a hairy ass. Jack yanks Mags out of the corner and kicks him in the gut, causing him to double over, Diamond runs off the ropes and hist Mags in the head with his knee.

Diamond drops to the mat, pulls Mags leg up, and holds his shoulders down. Referee Tommy Tickles slides to the mat to count.[/color]

1...

2...

As his hand comes down for three Mags kicks out of the pin. You can see Sabbath start to get frustrated.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] I can't believe Magnificent kicked out of that.

Sabbath slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from under the ring. The fans start to boo as Sabbath slides back into the ring. [/color]

Hunter:[/color] I see this match starting to rev up!

Amy:[/color] Can't agree with you any more. You know it's getting intense when a weapon comes into play.

Jack pulls Mags up from the mat and attempts to hit him with the steel chair. Mags counters and loads Jack on his shoulders.[/color]

Amy:[/color] I think he is going for it!

Mags falls back completing the Chaos Theory.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] Chaos Theory!

Mags rolls Sabbath up with a school boy. Tommy Tickles slides to the count.[/color]

1...

2...

Sabbath kicks out at two and a half. Both men lay in the middle of the ring. Tommy Tickles starts the ten count.[/color]

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

Sabbath starts to work his way to the ropes. Mags starts to get to his knees.[/color]

6...

7...

8...

9...

Hunter:[/color] Both men are back on their feet.

Amy:[/color] Who will move first?

Sabbath lunges at Mags but Mags ducks and when Jack turns around, he meets the bottom of Mags boot. Recieving the Magnifikick.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] Oh my goodness! What a superkick!

Amy:[/color] Info shows that he calls it the Magnifikick. It was his finisher on the Indy scene.

Mags drops to his knees, and covers Sabbath.[/color]

1...

2...

3...

Ding.... Ding.... Ding!

Thames:[/color] And your winner! And NEEWWWW! XWA Television Champion! Mr. Magnificent!

Referee Tommy Tickles hands the belt to Mags and raises his hand. Mags has on his trademark smirk. Jack Sabbath in a corner of the ring. He tries to run at Mags but catches his cool. He gives Mags a hug and raises his hand.

Fozzy's Martyr No More hits the soundsystem as Mags and Diamond get out of the ring and head toward the Legion locker room.[/color]

Hunter:[/color] Bad luck, Jack, but if I know our great leader, and I think I do, he’ll be happy that the gold still lies with Legion. He has bigger fish to fry than titles.

Amy:[/color] And that’s our show. Goodnight.

SEVERAL HOURS LATER…

Several hours after Massacre has ended, Diamond Jack Sabbath, accompanied by Eddie Filtchcroft, walks briskly, but warily through the parking lot. Jack is obviously nervous and keeps looking around, though Eddie maintains a bodyguard's blank stare. They reach Jack's waiting limo without incident...



...and once there, Eddie checks inside and finds it empty.

Eddie: All clear, Jack. Listen, are you sure you're gonna be ok? I can ride with ya to the airport if ya want me too. You really pissed off a lot of people tonight, boss.

Jack (looking irritated) Well, a lot of them pissed me off too, and they're going to regret it. MadDog named ME the General Manager in his absence...

Eddie shifts his feet and shrugs.

Eddie: Sorta. I mean, he named you the assistant GM, but...

Diamond Jack glares Eddie into silence.

Jack: He put me in charge in his absence...and those idiots are going to have to learn to live with it!

Used to Jack's monologuing, Eddie simply shrugs again and nods.

Jack: Whatever. Next week will be even better...I've got plans for them...you'll see. You go on, I know you have a date, Ed. I'll be fine.

The two shake hands and Jack climbs into the extravagant limo.



Eddie nods and closes the door, then knocks twice on the limo's trunk to let the driver know Jack's ready to go. Inside, Jack sits back and closes his eyes, exhaling loudly and rubbing away the tension behind his eyes. After a moment, he taps the intercom button to the driver's seat.

Jack: Stupid limos...why do they have to be SO long? This was supposed to be a nice ride. Anyway, Driver. Get me to the damn airport, would you?

There's silence over the intercom, but the doors on the limo *click* locked quite loudly. Jack makes a puzzled face as the vehicle starts up and the engine revs.

Jack: Did you hear me...??

The small window between Jack and the driver's seat slides open way in the front of the vehicle and the driver turns his head slightly and offers a darkly mischievious grin.


Tempest: Yeah...I heard you Jack. But I think you need to sit back and do some listening...cause you and me? We're going to have a talk, asshole...

Jack's eyes go wide as the small window slides back shut and the large Limo pulls out of the parkinglot as if without a care in the world. Jack's cries for assistance go unheeded from behind near-soundproofed doors, and as they pull onto the road, Eddie, unaware that anything is amiss, just waves goodbye.




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