Legacy Online! - July 14th, 2012

[legendary]

The scene opens in a long dark hallway. The white brick barely illuminated by the single light source emanating from the very end. At the end stands a figure that slowly moves forward. It steps closer, his footsteps become louder as he comes nearer. As the figure grows the light becomes more obscured, the dim hallway becoming more dim with every passing second. The man is nearly in view but still only his silhouette is the only thing that can be seen. He still walks forward until his head is out of frame. He steps closer and closer to the grounded camera until only his boots can be seen. He bends forward and tilts the camera up to his face and smiles.

"I'm baaaaack."

Matthew Logan waves at the camera and shuts it off.

[Ninja/Killer]

Jamie Coleson sits up against a wall breathing hard still in pain from his contest earlier in the night. Red Ninja approaches him. Ninja wears a Black ICP Baseball Cap Turned Backwards, his Red Ninja mask, a Black CKD T Shirt, Blue Jeans and Red Spitfire Shoes. Ninja crouches down infront of Coleson.

RN:You did well, you didn't win, but you did well. Six more matches, can you hold for six more matches, win or lose.

Coleson takes a few seconds then looks up.

JC:I will.

RN:That's what I wanted to hear kid, keep at it, you'll be fine, I believe in you.

Ninja pats Colesons head as the scene fades out.

[Absolute Horror]

Legacy Online returns to the ring wherein NIN Horror is still standing, microphone in one hand a towel in the other. He dabs off his forehead with the towel and then drapes it back around his neck, looking with a heavy scowl into and pointing at the hard cam as he begins speaking.

Horror: You see that Heavy Metal Snail!? That is how you carry yourself as a rookie. You keep your head down, you don’t step out of line, and you show deference to your veterans. That’s why a kid like Jamie Coleson will get more respect from me than a loud mouthed, too-big-for-his-britches little slug like you. You don’t think I’ve earned everything I demand to have? Huh!? Well why don’t you walk down to the Wally Wilson bar and ask one of the patrons to buy you a drink, and they’ll tell you about the years, the work, and the wars I’ve had in this very building!

Obviously that kind of statement gets a pop out of this long time faithful crowd…

Horror: This very filthy, disgusting, run down tinderbox of an arena that I had the distinct displeasure of calling my home for over four years.

And now the jeers come steering back in.

Horror: Snail, let me tell ya, there is something special about me that puts me above every other wrestler in this company. There is something special about me that the people watching and the people pulling the strings have to acknowledge. I did not become the man I am today, I did not rack up the stunning resume I have just by talking. Everything, every title, every accomplishment, the sheer weight and power that my very name alone holds, was gained by well over a decade of hard work, dedication, and an unnerving desire to stake my flag into the very top of the mountain that is professional wrestling.

And after nearly seventeen years I have earned the right to be treated like a king, like the emperor of pro wrestling, because no one, anywhere, ever has been as successful and dominate as I have been in the squared circle. And no one, especially not a sniveling little punk like you, can ever take that away from me. So you really want another match, another chance to find out first hand just how outclassed you are by me? Well then so be it!

The fans pop for the apparent confirmation of Heavy Metal Snail vs. NIN Horror II for Supershow #4.

Horror: At Supershow Four I am going to make you realize just how wrong you are about me. I am going to beat into you the understanding that you must show respect to the men, the uniquely great men in my case, who came before you. You must remember that without me you wouldn’t even have this platform of Legacy Wrestling to compete in, and now, at Supershow Four, I am taking my platform back and I am going to leave you a twisted, writhing husk of your current self. I am going to leave you beaten, broken, humiliated, and to your own benefit, humbled. You see Heavy Metal Snail, for you ignorance and for your insolence I am going to punish you in a manner that only the New Horror Show can commit, and after you recover from your injuries, if you are as smart as I hope you are, you will finally see the light. I hope you will learn something from this experience Snail, this is your once-in-a-lifetime chance to wrestle a living legend, and you better believe that you are going to find out exactly why I demand, and deserve, such respect.

NIN drops the mic on the mat and “King Night” re-hits the sound system, with the Legacy Hall absolutely buzzing as Legacy Online cuts to an ad break.

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Once again, Back in black comes over the speakers and the crowd goes nuts for the hometown hero, The Reverend Daddy Joe. Joe stands on the top of the ramp and opens his short red robe to reveal the Legacy World Championship on his waist. Wasting no more time, RDJ walks down the ramp and climbs in the ring. Joe demands the referee takes his robe off for him, and then orders the ref to fetch him a microphone.

RDJ: "I keep getting asked 'why,' people want to know why I am trying to ruin the memory of Wally Wilson yet again. The answer is very simple, Wally Wilson is a Hall of Famer, and I will not stop until I am recognized by the Hall of Fame, or I have destroyed every last Hall of Famer that sets foot in my city. The second reason is that this is my city, and Las Vegas couldn't handle what I do, but New York can. So without further adeiu, let me bring out my opponent for this no DQ match."

The lights in the arena flicker, and this haunting grigorian chants fill the arena. Through the curtain a few stage hands push a large dirty wooden casket down to ringside. The fans are silent in between the lightning crashes that play over the speakers. The casket is set up alongside the ring apron.

Suddenly the coffin lid flies open, and out jumps Alexei! Some of the crowd cheers, but for the most part, the smarky male audience boos The Balkan Wolf.

King: It's Alexei! Alexei is challenging RDJ once again!

Brooks: RDJ did say he was going to face his opponent from the last show.

Alexei goes to step inbetween the ropes, but RDJ is all over him. Joe runs over with his championship belt in hand and smashes Alexei in the back of the head with it. Alexei crumbles between the ropes into the ring. RDJ grabs the strap of the the large gold belt and begins to whip Alexei with it multiple times. The crowd even begins counting along.

King: "That is a blatant and disrespectful use of the Legacy World Wrestling Championship belt.

Brooks: It's no DQ!

Alexei is dazed and on the ground. RDJ coldly kicks him over and reaches down, unstrapping Alexei's Internet Championship belt from his waist and yanking it out from under him. He whips Alexei with his own belt a few times before spinning around with it and hurling the title into the adoring crowd, which gets a HUGE pop from the New York audience.

King: "My god. RDJ has just thrown Alexei's Internet Championship out into the crowd. That is a completely unacceptable level of disrespect to both Alexei and this company!

Brooks: I don't think RDJ cares about either. RDJ is the World Champion and a legend in this company, and he's showing Alexei exactly why."

RDJ hands his belt off finally, runs back over to Alexei and stomps on him a few times for good measure. Leaning down, he picks Alexei up, but Alexei, groggy and beaten, still manages to bury a few right hands into RDJ's mid section. Alexei springs up and nails RDJ with a jumping knee to the face. RDJ staggers back and lands on the ropes, using them to hold himself up. Alexei charges RDJ, but RDJ ducks and back body drops Alexei high into the air and out onto the floor, which makes the crowd go absolutely berserk.

King: This is too much. Joe is trying to kill The Internet Champion.

Brooks: This is what RDJ is all about, Gary. Where the hell have you been?The World Champion is going to end this little goody goody suck up once and for all!

RDJ slowly scales the turnbuckles, standing high on the top rope he shouts "WHO'S YOUR DADDY, BITCH?!" and leaps down to the floor, driving his elbow right into the heart of Alexei. Alexei looks completely out of it, while RDJ uses the steel crowd barriar to hoist himself up. RDJ goes to the spanish announce table and tears a chair out from under one of the announcers. He holds the chair high in the air and charges for Alexei, who is just starting to stir, but Alexei springs up and spears Joe right into the steel ring steps.

King: This isn't a wrestling match, this is a fight, pure and simple.

Brooks: What made you think it was going to be anything else?

Alexei is the first up, and he goes to throw RDJ back into the ring, but RDJ throws a few weak rights and lefts, so Alexei throws RDJ into the steel crowd barrier hard enough to where it collapses. The crowd starts a very loud "THIS IS AWESOME" chant.

Alexei picks up Joe, but doesn't get him up past his knees, so he shoves a fan out of his chair and slams Joe's face into it three times, then grabs RDJ by the head and DDT's him right into the crowd chair. RDJ is out cold, Alexei goes for a cover, but there is no one there to count.

King: "This is not a Falls Count Anywhere match."

Brooks: "The dummy doesn't even realize he can't beat him from out there! RDJ is using the Champion's Advantage. Alexei has to beat RDJ, but RDJ doesn't have to beat Alexei.

Alexei follows up by locking RDJ into a key lock while RDJ is on the ground. Joe writhes around in agony, then all of a sudden, a fan throws a chair at Alexei. The impact forces Alexei to break the hold. Alexei angrily stands up, demanding to know who threw the chair. He finds the fan and starts yelling, he grabs the fan by the shirt and headbutts him, sending the fan crumpling to the ground with a visably broken nose. Alexei is still yelling at the injured fan when RDJ sneaks up behind Alexei, locks his waist and german suplexes Alexei down onto the conrete.

King: Dear lord, he's killed him!

Brooks: The german suplex is one of the most dangerous moves in professional wrestling, and to do it on concrete means you are trying to end someone's career.

Alexei is out cold, not moving an inch. Security tries to hold back the crowd now as trainers from the back try to attend to Alexei. RDJ is having none of it, as he starts laying right hands into the trainers, dropping them left and right.

King: This just isn't right! The Reverend Daddy Joe is laying out company officials, who are just trying to make sure Alexei isn't seriously injured. He can't do this!"

Brooks: " He's The Legacy World Wrestling Champion, he can do whatever he wants!"

RDJ drags Alexei to his feet and hip tosses him into a row of seats, which collapse under the weight. RDJ then grabs a flattened chair and chokes Alexei with it for a solid few seconds until his face goes blue before throwing it down on Alexei.

RDJ grabs Alexei by the arm and begins to drag him across the floor to the ring. Along the way the crowd is pouring beer and popcorn on Alexei in a blatant showing of disrespect. RDJ eventually gets Alexei back to the ring and rolls him inside. RDJ scales the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd, who are wildly chanting his name. He calls out yet again "Who's Your Daddy, Bitch?!" and leaps from the top rope, only this time Alexei barely manages to roll away, sending RDJ crashing down into the mat.

Alexei seems hurt, but utilizing the ropes he manages to pull himself up. As RDJ is trying to get up, Alexei gives him a running knee for his troubles. Immediately, the Balkan Wolf holds his neck in pain, as the force of the german suplex on the outside was still having an effect. RDJ tries to get up in the corner, but Alexei is quick on top of him, driving his shoulders into RDJ's ribs three times, then springing back upright and laying in two lefts and two righst into RDJ's ribs before going back to three more shoulder blocks. Alexei backs away as RDJ stumbles forward a few steps, clearly not knowing where he is, and he goes to fall, but Alexei crouches down and catches RDJ on his shoulders

King: He's going for Leveski's Wrath! A Fireman's Carry Codebreaker that is one of the mkost devestating and impressive finishing maneuvers in professional wrestling today! We could have the very first Unified Champion tonight!

Brooks: No! No! Not him, anyone but him!"

Alexei looks a little wobbily still, his neck and back still in pain. He's slow to toss RDJ forward for Leveski's wrath, which buys Joe enough time to get his senses together and counter into a DDT Takedown Guillotine Choke.

King: Oh this is bad for Alexei! This is what RDJ calls his Daddy Dream Lock, and it is using all of Alexei's weight against him on the mat.

Brooks: It's only a matter of time now.

Alexei struggles against RDJ, but RDJ has the hold locked in tight. Alexei tries to throw a few weak punches to RDJ's ribs, but RDJ doesn't break the hold. Slowly Alexei manages to pull both of them inch by inch to the ropes. They were close to the ropes already, so Alexei manages to get a hold of the bottom rope. RDJ doesn't break the hold.

King: "Alexei has gotten to the ropes!"

Brooks: Yeah, but it's a no DQ match. What's the ref going to do?"

King: "He'll have to call the match if Alexei can't escape soon, otherwise Joe will choke The Balkan Wolf to death."

Alexei has a hold of the rope, but soon realizes that the ref isn't calling for the break. A sudden burst of energy from Alexei as his face starts to turn purple. Desperately he starts laying punches into RDJ's ribs again, RDJ grimaces, but his hold doesn't weaken. Alexei tries to pry Joe's arms from his neck, but is weaker with every passing second. Alexei throws a few more punches in desperation, but each one of them weaker than the last until he goes completely limp. The ref immediately calls for the bell, and RDJ finally breaks the hold.

Erik Knight: "The winner of this match, and STILL Legacy World Wrestling Champion, The Reverend Daddy Joe!"

King: The ref made the right call in stopping that match. Alexei could be seriously injured after that.

Brooks: RDJ proved tonight why he is on top of the mountain. He humiliated and beat that goody two shoes Alexei, threw his belt away and left him broken.

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

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Erik Knights:
Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for your main event of the evening! The following is a hardcore match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 300 pounds exactly and standing nearly seven feet tall, he is the Leader of the Legacy Legion, this is the DARK ANGEL!

[Angel reaches the ring and lifts his arms up to another big pop before doing some last-minute warm-ups, staring up at the entrance ramp. The ring is covered with various weapons, strewn around the mat. The arena starts to buzz in anticipation…

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...

The crowd rises to its feet roaring their approval as Lbm steps out from behind the curtain, back in wrestling gear and wearing a custom-made Lbm shirt with two simple words on it: “Thank you”. The noise from the fans is nearly deafening, refusing to fade and instead going into a loud “Welcome back” chant. Knights has to shout his introduction into the microphone to be heard over the crowd.

Erik Knights:
And his opponent, from Northern Ireland, making his debut in a Legacy Wrestling ring, weighing in at 238 pounds, he is the F’N Legend, this is L! B! M!

[Angel is applauding in the ring as Lbm enters, the two men keeping eye contact. They meet in the middle and shake hands, the traditional ELITE-style show of respect before backing off into their corners, waiting for the bell. The moment it rings out, both men grab a nearby chair and circle each other, looking for an opening]

Gary King:
Big match atmosphere here tonight as Lbm makes his long-awaited in-ring return and his first match for Legacy Wrestling! Its been a long, tough road for Lbm but tonight he finally returns, although perhaps against an opponent he wasn’t expecting!

Gregory Brooks:
He’s going to have a lot to prove to these fans, to the wrestlers in the back and to his boss. No more excuses for Lbm, its time to show if he can still hack it as a wrestler.

[Angel dives in swinging with the chair but Lbm blocks with his own. They both swing, chairs clashing once… twice… three times. Lbm swings downwards and Angel avoids it, putting his foot on the chair to try and hold it down. Lbm tugs at it then shrugs before low blowing Angel! Angel falls to his knees and Lbm grabs the chair… And throws it right at Angel’s head!]

Gregory Brooks:
There we go! All this buddy-buddy crap goes straight out of the window! That’s what I like to see!

Gary King:
Lbm is giving up over a foot of height to Angel, he’s at a significant power advantage but he’s crafty and there may be no one better with a weapon in his hand!

[Lbm takes the chair and slams it into Angel’s right arm a couple of times. Angel rolls away and takes a kendo stick, swinging it wildly in Lbm’s direction. Lbm throws the chair again, but Angel avoids it and goes on the attack, swinging low at Lbm’s knees and bringing him down, then smacking him across the back repeatedly. Angel uses the kendo stick to pull back on Lbm’s neck in a variant of a cobra clutch. The referee checks on Lbm as the fans will him on]

Gary King:
Angel’s got him locked in tight there! No mercy being shown here and Lbm has nowhere to go! This could be a very quick comeback for the F’N Legend!

Gregory Brooks:
So what’s stronger, Angel’s desire not to hurt his friend or his desire not to make Lbm look like a laughing stock tonight? Will Angel drop the hold or will he press his advantage?

[Lbm crawls to the ropes and reaches out… grabbing the bottom rope! The referee starts a five count but it’s meaningless, unable to disqualify Angel here! Lbm pulls on the rope… And both men topple to the outside! Lbm hits a running dropkick sending Angel flying headfirst into the steel steps, knocking them loose! He then goes over… suplex onto the steps! Angel slides down in agony as Lbm pounds his chest, the fans chanting his name]

Gregory Brooks:
These men aren’t going for a wrestling clinic, they aren’t trading holds, this is two men fighting, two men simply hurting each other for the fans.

Gary King:
That’s exactly it, Lbm and Dark Angel are both men who’ll do anything to entertain these fans, even if it means hurting themselves or each other. They love this business, they love this company and they love this crowd!

[Lbm attempts a running knee on the rising Angel but gets caught… Spinebuster into the steel steps! Angel takes a moment to breath, shaking his arm and stretching his back as the fans start duelling “Let’s Go Angel!”/”LBM!” chants. Lbm slowly rises and meets a big boot from Angel, who then rolls Lbm back into the ring. With a tremendous show of strength he picks up the steps and lifts them clean over the top rope, dropping them on the prone Lbm! Lbm rolls around the ring in pain as Angel enters and goes for the cover 1… 2.. Kickout! Lbm kicks out!]

Gary King:
You know that Robert Gordon has to love watching this at home, seeing Lbm get worn down by Angel before their big match at Supershow 4.

Gregory Brooks:
Well, one man was intelligent enough to stay at home, the other was Lbm. I’d also like to take this opportunity to wish Mr Gordon a very pleasant evening.

[Angel pulls Lbm up but Lbm starts to battle back! Throwing some rights and lefts, he staggers Angel but can’t bring the big man down. Angel throws a stray right which Lbm ducks, taking the chance to grab a stop sign. He smacks Angel in the head, but Angel stays on his feet, just barely. Lbm rears back and strikes again… Still, Angel remains standing! Lbm shouts out “ONE MORE TIME!” and comes off the ropes, flying at Angel… And with a mighty crack, Lbm takes Angel off his feet. Lbm then lifts up the stop sign, now buckled beyond recognition]

Gregory Brooks:
You know, for all this “boohoo, Keith is making us fight” crap earlier, both men really seem to be relishing this chance to hurt each other. I bet there are some real unresolved issues at the heart of this friendship.

Gary King:
Honestly, I think Lbm is enjoying finally being back in that ring and Angel is enjoying being able to give the fans a no-holds barred show. You’ve got to think as well, a win here could help either man’s careers going forward.

[Lbm rolls out of the ring and looks underneath it, pulling out a table. He quickly judges the right place to put it, setting it up outside the ring. Angel gets to his feet, bleeding slightly from the stop sign shots. Lbm has the table set up but Angel bounces off the far ropes… Suicide dive through the ropes! The crowd gasp in amazement as Angel’s dive clears the table, sending both him and Lbm into the side of the announcer’s desk instead! Both men struggle up to their feet but Angel grabs Lbm and slams his head onto the desk before dragging him across the table, scattering papers to the ground]

Gary King:
They’re right in front of us! Lbm and Dark Angel are right on our announcer’s desk after Angel did that amazing dive right over the table Lbm set up! Both men pulling out all the stops here to get the victory!

Gregory Brooks:
Well, I wish they’d show a bit more respect doing it! Get them off this table! That’s my heavily-researched notes they’re scattering all over the floor! I mean, rea-

[Brooks cuts himself off, jumping into the crowd in fright as Lbm lurches in his direction, standing on the announcer table. He kicks at Angel, pushing him into the wooden table he set up. Lbm comes flying off with a crossbody… but gets caught! Angel lifts him up above his head as the fans look on in shock… And Lbm gets thrown into Gregory Brooks’ discarded chair! Lbm lands roughly, the chair cracking under him but not quite breaking, meaning he almost bounces off and finds himself under the announcer desk]

Gary King:
Brooks is still hiding out in the crowd, and his chair… Well, it’s not in great shape now! Lbm took a very rough drop onto it and if Angel can cover him, that could be it!

[Angel heads back to the ring and takes the steel steps, pushing them out of the ring towards the announcer table! He lifts them up in the air for a moment… And drops them down onto the desk, which crumbles beneath it! Angel looks a little confused… Lbm comes running up the stairs and flies at Angel with a rolling DDT… right into the table he set up earlier! The fans start a “Holy Shit” chant as both men are down!]

Gary King:
What did we just witness?! Angel dropped the steel steps down onto the announcer table that Lbm was under, but Lbm avoided it and just drove Angel through that table with a rolling DDT! Amazing stuff!

Gregory Brooks:
Am I on? Can you hear me? I can’t believe this… My notes are gone, my table is in ruins and my chair is broken… This is abuse, plain and simple!

[Lbm staggers up and slowly rolls into the ring, grasping for a chair while trying to recover a little. Angel pulls himself up onto the ring apron, moving slowly as his face starts to get covered in blood. Lbm swings the chair at Angel, who dodges. Lbm comes around… Rolling elbow through the chair! Angel hits the powerful strike and sends the chair careening into Lbm’s face! Lbm goes down like a shot but Angel clutches at his arm, clearly hurt from that shot. He finally makes the cover… 1…2… Lbm gets the shoulder up! At the last moment Lbm manages to survive!]

Gary King:
Sacrifice at its best, ladies and gentlemen. That rolling elbow might’ve done some damage to Angel but Lbm was lucky not to have been completely knocked out! That kickout might’ve just been sheer instinct!

Gregory Brooks:
But now, it’s the eleventh hour here. Angel must be exhausted. He must be tired and he must be frustrated, wanting to put Lbm away. What can Angel do to keep his best friend’s shoulders down for the three count?

[Angel grabs the steel chair and sets it up as a seat, pulling Lbm onto it before running at the groggy Lbm with the big boot! Lbm goes flying over the chair and Angel covers again… 1… 2.. Lbm puts his foot on the rope! Angel again pulls Lbm onto the chair, this time grabbing a second chair and simply throwing it at the prone Lbm… Who catches it! Lbm comes off the chair swinging, cracking that hurt arm of Angel’s once… twice… Angel kicks Lbm into the gut, doubling him over takes the chair and cracks Lbm over the head… But Lbm avoids it! Angel hits the ropes, the rebound causing him to drop the chair and walk right into the waiting shoulders of Lbm... but no, he wriggles off! Lbm turns… and meets the hand of Dark Angel!]

Gregory Brooks:
Angel has the Unearthly Destroyer set up! And do my eyes deceive me or is Angel aiming for that chair that’s propped up as a seat?

Gary King:
Both men have suffered in this match but if Angel hits this, it’s over!

[Angel lifts Lbm up… but his arm gives out! Lbm lands on his feet and again picks Angel up on his shoulders, the fans cheering in appreciation of this feat… LBMFU THROUGH THE CHAIR! The chair buckles and snaps under Angel’s weight as Lbm makes the cover! 1… 2… 3! Angel pulls his shoulder up moments too late as Lbm picks up the well-fought win!]

Erik Knights:
Here is your winner, LBM!

[The fans applaud for both men as Lbm forces himself to his feet, almost propping himself up on the referee. Angel is still on the mat, pulling himself to the ropes to help him get up. Both men meet in the middle and Angel offers his hand… Lbm takes it and pulls Angel into a hug to a huge pop from the fans! Separate “Angel” and “Lbm” chants dissolve into a huge “Legacy” chant as both men raise the other’s arm]

Gary King:
That’s so good to see, Angel and Lbm remaining friends after this hellish match, hell, it seems to have made their friendship stronger!

Gregory Brooks:
But physically they’ve done a massive amount of damage to each other! You know the rest of the locker room have to be almost salivating now at the knowledge Lbm and Angel surely won’t be at 100% for at least a few weeks!

[Lbm and Angel struggle out of the ring together, heading into the fans who reach out to touch both athletes. The “Legacy” chant continues strong as both men celebrate amongst the fans]

Gary King:
What a way to end our first show back in the former FHT Arena! I’m Gary King for Gregory Brooks and Legacy, ladies and gentlemen, we’re back! We’re home!