Legacy Online! - August 25th, 2012

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Saturday, August 25^TH, 2012

Live from Legacy Hall, Manhatten Island, New York--------------------

Singles Match

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Tag Match

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Singles Match

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-ALSO-


A Very Robert Gordon Celebration & Special Announcement
(Pancake Jamboree Subject to Change)




Dark Angel Confronts The Kidnapper!




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- C O M M E N T A T O R S -

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After the short intro is done, a shot of the arena is shown as the fans start to go nuts. Pyro begins to shoot off the stage as the music begins to fade out.

Gary King: After one hell of a Supershow just under two weeks ago, Legacy Online returns with one of the biggest main events in its history! Newly crowned Legacy World Wrestling Champion Red Ninja will put his belt on the line against the number one contender, NIN Horror! After his shock victory at Supershow 4, can Red Ninja hold onto the belt or will NIN Horror finally get his wish and prove himself to be the best wrestler in this company?

Gregory Brooks: The Internet Champion Alexei Petrovich will also be in tag team action tonight! He'll be teaming up with the Leader of the Legacy Legion, Dark Angel, to battle their rivals, "The Chosen" Matthew Logan and the crazed The Peep's Champ! Angel will also be confronting this kidnapper who has tormented his life tonight. We've also got two men looking for a way to prove themselves as Trey Spruance goes up against J.C. and your friend and mine, Robert Gordon, holds a victory celebration with an important announcement. At this stage though, I cannot confirm or deny the presence of pancakes. But what I can say-

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

Dong...

Dong...

Dong...

Dark Angel:
I've been waiting for 13 days, waiting for an answer. I don't know what I've done to piss off this person to this degree but quite frankly, I'm fed up of psychopaths targeting me and tonight, I'm going to make an example of this person. See, I know you probably have some clever plan of ambushing me in tonight's tag match, maybe getting those kidnappers to try and take me again or waiting until the end of the show to unmask yourself but no... No more of your sick little games. You want to confront me, you do it now. I'm telling you, demanding you come down and face me like a man. I'm right here waiting.

[The fans are solidly behind Angel as he dares the kidnapper to show himself. There's a pause as Angel beckons the kidnapper out before continuing]

Dark Angel:
And if you don't, if you keep hiding back there... I'll be done with waiting. I'll go grab a weapon and I'll hunt you down. And when I find you, it won't be pretty. So come on. Now's your chance. Show yourself!

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As Dark Angel awaits a response from backstage, the tension throughout the arena is tight. Everyone is ready, everyone is waiting. None are more eager then Dark Angel though, the leader of the Legacy Legion ready to finally confront the man who has been terrorising him for weeks.

Gary King: “Who is it? Who is the mysterious Kidnapper?”

Gregory Brooks: “I hope he comes out soon. I want to shake his hand for keeping Dark Angel off his game.”

However even with all the fans ready and waiting for him, the mysterious Kidnapper still doesn't make an appearance. Dark Angel seems to be getting more agitated, and he finally raises his mike to speak again...

And The Lights Go Out

The darkness is full. There's no lights inisde the arena, no way for anyone to see whats happening. The fans are completely puzzled, the commentators are speechless, and even Dark Angel is in the dark. Theres nothing but silence and a buzzed level of confusion for a few moments, and its through that silence that a loud CRACK can be heard. That just gets the crowd buzzing more, confusion and excitement growing, and finally after a long few minutes of darkness, the lights turn back on.

In the center of the ring, laid out on the canvas, is the massive frame of Dark Angel. There is a slight cut on his forehead, dribbling blood down his face, and resting on the canvas beside him is a black steel chair, clearly the weapon used to take down The Dark One. And standing between just beside the chair, staring down at Dark Angel's body is The Kidnapper. Even through The Mask, we can tell the Kidnapper is focused tonight, glaring down at Dark Angel as he raises his mike.

The Kidnapper: “You don't get it yet, do you? You don't understand what you could have done, don't realise where all my hatred comes from. All you see, is what you want to see. You see these fans cheering you on, you see yourself proclaimed a Leader of Legacy, and you play to these fans because of it. And now, tonight, on a night when you knew I would reveal my idnetity, when you could have done the right thing and let someone else take the spotlight for a moment, you instead have the nerve to come out here and demand it once more. You dare to try and ruin my masterpiece, dare to try and get things done your way. If I was a lesser man Angel, I'd walk away now. I'd let you forever live in fear. Forever live without the knowledge of my identity. After all, as far as your concerned, I could be anyone. I could be Keith Williams. I could be Blade. I could be Soul Reaper. I could even be LBM. The truth is, Angel, you could never be entirely sure. And if I wanted you too, I could make you live in paranoia for the rest of your life, and there wouldn't be anything you could do about it.”

The Kidnapper pauses now, allowing his words a few moments to sink in. The crowd clearly wants to know who The Kidnapper is, but whatever his plan is, The Kidnapper will only allow us to see what he wants to see. And after a few dramatic moments The Kidnapper raises his mike again.

The Kidnapper: “But no, even with all your bullshit, even with all the hatred you cause to grow in me, I don't want you to live in fear. I want you to know. I want you to understand. And more importantly, I want The Peeps Champ to understand. He was an accident, nothing more then the victim of bad timing. But you, Angel, when your career lies in shambles. When you can barely move without feeling pain, when I've taken everything you love from you, I want you to know why. And the thing is Daniel, you should have guessed who I am a long time ago. You want to see my face, Ice, you want to know who I am? So Be It.”

And with the The Kidnapper drops the mike to the mat, and reaches up, grasping the bottom of his mask. With a dramatic flair, the mask is slowly raised as The Kidnapper drops his head, until finally the mask is pulled off to reveal the smirking face of...











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Ace Andrews!













The grinning Andrews stands in the center of the ring, unmasked at last as the crowd rains down their hatred on him. However Andrews only seems to grin more, before finally reaching down to pick up the mic he dropped. With his grin slowly turning into a sneer, Andrews raises the mic, now looking back down at Dark Angel.

Ace Andrews: “Do you know now, Daniel? Do you understand why your the victim? Why your the targetted? YOU TRIED TO END MY CAREER YOU SON OF A BITCH! And you think I would FORGET? You think I would FORGIVE? FUCK NO!!! Do you remember Angel? Back in March, how you chokeslammed me right off the stage, and put me on the shelf. At first, I wanted to try and end your career quickly. End it with red tape. End it with law suits. Take you away from the fans who you love so much, and punish you that way. But after my initial anger, after my initial few weeks of retribution, I stopped. And you, you big dumb oaf, you thought we were even.”

“The truth is Daniel, I realised that if I kept you away from Legacy, nothing would be learned. Not by you. Not by the other morons in the back. Not by these stupid fans who week in and week out pay to see people like me, talented wrestlers that love their craft, being cheered as their careers are ended. No Angel, I had to put aside my initial anger. If I was going to make you LEARN I had to plan it better. And so I let you come back. I let you start thinking it was all behind you. Legacy moves to New York, everyone thinks its a fresh start, even you. And then I hired those guys to kidnap you. That was my only mistake, I screwed up and hired morons, who kidnapped TPC instead.”

Ace now leans up and looks towards the backstage area, now directing his voice towards the back.

Ace Andrews: “TPC, your injury was an accident. Nothing more. You were never my target, never my aim. I truly am sorry you were hurt by morons who can't understand simple instructions. But believe me when I say, this war, this is between me and Dark Angel. If your half as smart as you claim to be, you'll stay out of it. I know your a little delayed tonight, your tires were slashed, I'll pay for some new ones, but I couldn't trust your hot-headeness ruining this, ruining my moment. So when you get here, I want you to think over what you truly want, because if you get involved, I'll end you too.”

His warning delivered to TPC, Ace now looks down at Dark Angel who is slowly showing signs of life.

Ace Andrews: “This was all your own fault Angel. You tried to end my career, and now I'm going to be the one who ends yours. I'm going to drag you off that pedestal, and I'm going to show you the true feelings of your so called Legion. Ever since Legacy returned, you've been playing the part of The White Knight, the true Hero of Legacy. Well Hero, its time I put you away for good...”

And with that Andrews tosses the mike aside, sprints forward, and boots Angel in the face! Andrews is quick to turn and grasp the chair he dropped earlier, and as Angel rolls away trying to get back to his feet, The Platinum-Made Playboy raises it and slams it into Angel's back with a sickening THWACK! Angel collapses, but his heart doesn't let him stop and he tries to push himself up once more, only to get yet another chair-shot to the back! Again Angel collapses, but again he tries to push himself up, and once more Andrews slams the chair down onto his back. Finally the fight seems to have been taken from Dark Angel, and now Andrews gets to work, slipping his chair around the head of Dark Angel, until the chair is wrapped around his neck and the legs are sitting up above his head. With Dark Angel in the very precarious position near the ropes, Andrews now turns and walks over to the corner, before climbing up and sitting on the top rope while looking down at Dark Angel.

A single leap, and Andrews could end Angel's career. Just one simple leap and stomp onto the chair legs, and Angel will have a broken neck. Andrews pauses on the turnbuckle, slowly standing up and looking around at the crowd. Most of the fans are jeering, not wanting to see whats about to happen, but there is also a loud section of fans who are roaring in approval, ready to see such a sick spot. Andrews steadies himself and looks down at Angel, the reaction getting even louder....and then suddenly Ace hops down to mass confusion. Andrews has a smile on his face though, and he turns and walks away from the ring, heading towards the backstage area while the fans and commentators are in shock.

Gary King: “Wh....what just happened? Ace Andrews could have just ended Dark Angel's career. Why didn't he?”

Gregory Brooks: “I don't know Gary. But I think that smile may say it all. Ace still has some tricks up his sleeves it would seem.”

Inside the ring, medical personel have just managed to reach Dark Angel, dragging the chair off of him, while checking on the wounded Legacy Legion Leader. But the real story is at the top of the ramp, where Andrews stands smiling as he stares back down at Dark Angel. Turning to the camera Ace can clearly be heard saying just a few words, but their just as confusing. ”You'll See, Hero.” And with that Ace walks away and we fade to commercial.

[Heavy Metal Snail]

Legacy gets back from commercial as the fans are cheering hard.



The crowd erupts in applause as The Guardian of Metal, Heavy Metal Snail comes out. The crowd is definitely more happy than Snail is though. Instead of his usual running out from behind the curtain, he's walking slowly, almost limping. No doubt he was still feeling the effects of the beating NIN Horror gave to him a week prior. Instead of his usual smiles and cheers, he's frowning and barely interacting with the fans. There's no high fives, no posing, and no pyro.

Gary King: Well Snail doesn't look too happy. No doubt he's burnt up about the result of the tables match at City of Champions.

Gregory Brooks: Why, because NIN Horror proved himself to be a better wrestler than he is?

Gary King: What are you talking about? Heavy Metal Snail had the match won and NIN Horror cheated him out the Number 1 Contendership! Snail should be fighting Red Ninja tonight, not Horror.

Gregory Brooks: Will you stop making excuses for the kid!? He lost! Plain and simple! He lost to NIN Horror and he's not the number one contender! Horror is! I hope he's out here to admit that Horror is a better wrestler than him and leave him alone!

Snail grabbed a microphone at ringside and entered the ring. The Trooper abruptly stopped playing as Snail stood perfectly still in the ring, waiting for the fans' cheers to die down. Once they did, Snail put the microphone to his mouth.

Heavy Metal Snail: I know I look really unhappy tonight and let me tell you, I am unhappy. Wait, unhappy's not the right word. I'm pissed off!

The crowd pops and starts chanting "You got screwed!" to Snail in the ring.

Heavy Metal Snail: You're damn right I got screwed! You all saw it right!? You all saw the tables match right!? Well for those of you who don't know, or don't remember, let me refresh you!

The screen cuts to a replay of the tables match. It shows as Heavy Metal Snail lifts Horror up and puts him through the table with the Double Bass Pedal only to show the unconscious ref. It then shows Horror as he powerbombs Snail onto the broken fragments of the table and is awarded the victory by the ref. The camera pans back to Snail, who looks even angrier now.


Heavy Metal Snail: All I have to ask is WHAT THE FUCK!? Every single damn person in the arena saw me as I put NIN Horror through the table, as I proved definitively that everything Horror's been saying was a load of complete bullshit, as I proved that I was to be taken seriously and that I was able to hang with the "big boys!" But no! NIN Horror cheats his ass off because he knows that I'm better than him! He knows he can't beat me in a fair fight! He knows that and he just can't admit it! And now, Horror has a shot at the world title! To me, that's a fucking disgrace! Horror hasn't proven anything in the past few months fighting me! He hasn't proven anything since day fucking one! And you expect me to believe that this guy deserves the world title!?

The crowd lets out a resounding "NO!" in response to Snail's question as Snail takes a minute to catch his breath.

Heavy Metal Snail: That's what I thought! The only thing Horror proved in the past through months is that he's a liar, a coward, a blowhard, and a cheat! He doesn't deserve the world title! He doesn't deserve to main event! That belongs to me and everyone knows that! So Horror I'm calling you out! I want to prove to everyone, once and for all, that I am truly better than you! I want one more match! I don't care if it's next week! I don't care if it's next month! I don't care if it's tonight or right now! I WANT A REMATCH!

The crowd starts cheering as Heavy Metal Snail waits in the ring for NIN Horror to show up. About a minute goes by and nothing. The crowd's cheers slowly turn into boos and they start chanting "One more match!" over and over again. Snail just stands in the ring, disappointed.

Heavy Metal Snail: So that's how it is huh? You're done. You've moved on? You're afraid to fight me so you just brush me aside 'cause you have bigger and better things!? Well let me tell you something, it's not going to end this way! I WON'T LET IT END THIS WAY! THIS IS NOT OVER!

With that, Snail dropped the mic and walked up the ramp to a massive applause.

Gary King: So it looks like Snail's not going to let NIN Horror's victory slide.

Gregory Brooks: You've gotta be kidding me! Can't he just accept the fact that Horror is done with him and let us all move on with our lives?

Gary King: Nevertheless, we have a great show for you tonight with a big World Title match between newly crowned World Champion Red Ninja and The former Undisputed Champ, NIN Horror. We also have a big tag team match planned between the teams of Dark Angel and Internet Champion Alexei Petrovich vs Matthew Logan and The Peep's Champ

Gregory Brooks: Don't forget we have a big celebration planned for Robert Gordon after his victory over Lbm, and I for one, can't wait.

Snail poses at the top of the ramp as Legacy fades into its next segment.

[Joker Jr]

[Harold Gunther IV is standing by with Nina Wagner]

Harold Gunther IV: Harold Gunther here with Nin.....

[Suddenly from the garage area you hear a car speeding into the area before coming to a stretching stop.]

Harold Gunther IV: Excuse me.....

[Harold Gunther IV runs toward the garage area with the camera man following close behind him. As he turns the corner he sees a taxi cab that appears to have went threw a demolition derby with smoke boiling from it. He proceeds around to the driver's side of the car and The Peep's Champ is auguring with the taxi driver.]

Taxi Driver: You've destroyed my car!

[The Peep's Champ takes out some cash from his coat and tosses it into the taxi diver's face.]

The Peep's Champ: BUY YOURSELF A NEW ONE!

[The Peep's Champ turns around almost knocking Harold Gunther IV.]

Harold Gunther IV: The Peep's Champ have you heard yet?

The Peep's Champ: HAVE I HEARD?

[The Peep's Champ's anger suddenly turns into laughter as he pulls out his coin and flips it. The Peep's Champ looks at the result before he lays Harold Gunther IV out with a right hand. He quickly picks Harold Gunther IV back up and body slams him on the hood of the car. Harold Gunther IV slides down the front of the car and is met with a slam to the face from The Peep's Champ. The Peep's Champ then grabs Harold Gunther IV by the neck as he begins to take off his tie.]

The Peep's Champ: HAVE I HEARD?

[The Peep's Champ proceeds to wrap his tie around Harold Gunther IV's neck and starts chocking him. People rush in to help but The Peep's Champ fights them off as he drags Harold Gunther IV across the parking lot by the neck with tie.]

The Peep's Champ: EVERYONE STAY BACK OR I WILL BREAK HIS NECK!

[The Peep's Champ yells as more people try to rush in to help Harold Gunther IV. The Peep's Champ drags Harold Gunther IV by the neck with the tie up some steps. At the top of the stairs he drags him over to the railing and raises Harold Gunther IV up to his feet and props him up against the railing. Harold Gunther IV tries to catch his breath while choking.]

Harold Gunther IV: Pl pl please I I I hav hav hav ki ki kids.......

The Peep's Champ: No one cared that I had a kid.......

[The Peep's Champ pulls his coin back out and flips it again. He holds the coin in his hand and stares at it before staring back up at Harold Gunther IV. Suddenly The Peep's Champ let's go of the tie and Harold Gunther IV slowly slides down the railing before he begins throwing up on the payment.]

The Peep's Champ: Yes I heard.....

[The Peep's Champ takes one last look at the coin before he walks off. The camera turns away from The Peep's Champ walking away and takes a look over the railing as well as the scared faces of those people who came rushing to Harold Gunther's aid before fading to black][/i]

[Alexei Mikhail Petrovich]

Gary King- We now go backstage as the lovely Ms. Ricci is set to interview our internet champion, Alexei Mikhail Petrovitch.

Kristin Ricci- Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time: Alexei Petrovitch.

You can hear the boos coming from the arena as a battered Alexei walks into the camera frame, his nose slightly crooked from where it was reset after being broken by Keith Williams. Strangely he is not in his usual blue FC Levski shirt, instead wearing a t-shirt with the silhouette of a sheriff staring down a posse of outlaws in what is obviously an old time city street.

Ricci- Now Alexei, coming off the heels of your three way match at Legacy Super-

Alexei- Now, now lets call the match what it was. Ladies and gentlemen, coming off the heels of the first ever three way “Keith Williams is a Prison Bitch” rules match, I am a bit pissed off. That being said, I think you're a bit confused.

Ricci- What do you mean? I am here to interview you.

Alexei- No, I am here to interview someone else. Your mic please.

Ricci- Okay?

Alexei- Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. Alexei Mikhail Petrovitch proudly brings to you your future... some guy who was holding an “Alexei Sucks” sign in the line to enter the building. What's your name again?

A random fan walks into the frame, he is in cargo shorts and is wearing an old Steve Austin t shirt. He is clearly in his late twenties.

- Luke.

Alexei- Good, so lets get straight to the point, what the hell​? I mean, I've been busting my ass for several months now, gotten the crap beat out of me night in and out and now all I hear is how I suck. What gives?

Luke- Its because you're fake.

Alexei- What?

Luke- You're a phony, a liar who puts on a smiling mask and tricks the crowd into thinking you like them. They always say, never meet your heroes. Well all of us here in New York have met our heroes. This was the home of Legacy for damn near a decade. We have seen our heroes for who they really are. So when we see someone come out here and pretend to be Mr. Noble White Hat for all the kiddos, we see right through them.

Alexei- So just because I try to do the right thing for the right reasons, suddenly its all bullshit?

Luke- Don't try and pretend you're different. You're not, you're just “truth, justice and the American way” version 78.1. The second you think no one's watching, it all goes away. Do you think we forgot about what you did to Chase? Or Fat Tony?

Alexei- That's a part of me that I try to keep down and you know that! How does me restraining myself instead of just going all out and trying to murder people make me the bad guy?

Luke- Because they're honest about who they are. They see something they want, they go and take it. They don't sit around asking for respect. They don't sit around letting the owner kick their ass. We watch Legacy to see people who have the balls to take what they have earned because we all know people will never give you what's fair. We want to see people who do the things we can't. Logan took what he had earned. Ace took what he had earned. All we see in you is another office bitch. All we see in you is us. We want more.

Alexei- Taking what you want, when you want, that's the more you want?

Luke- Yeah.

Alexei- Well then, since there is something I have been really wanting to do for a month now, might as well do it.

He suddenly goes to punch Luke, but stops at the last second and lets Luke cringe a bit.

Alexei- No, that ain't me. Logan would have done it, Keith would have done it, Ace would have done it. But me? I've got the guts to go against the norm. Because the thing is, I don't give a damn what you think. I don't give a damn what the people in New York think. I sure as hell don't give a damn about what my father thinks, but I'm sure you all would have loved him. He really goes out and takes what he wants. Lives usually. Lives or dreams. You want to live vicariously through some jackass who feels like he is too good to play by the same rules as everyone else? Go ahead. I'll be there to put him back where he belongs.

With that he exits the interview area as Legacy fades to a commercial.

[Joker Jr]

[The cameraman catches up to The Peep's Champ who is trashing the hall ways. The Peep's Champ flips over a pile up table in the hall way before he turns and comes face to face with Keith Williams.]

The Peep's Champ: WHERE IS HE?

Keith Williams: He is not your concern at the moment.....

[The Peep's Champ looks on in confusion as Keith Williams pulls out some papers from his coat pocket.]

Keith Williams: Do you know what this is? Its the contract where you signed your life away to me and I have let you by with to many things but I will not let you embarrass Matthew Logan and if you do I will sue you for everything you have. Your wife and son will be out on the street because they will no longer have a house to live in. So tonight you will focus on your match and make sure you don't make Matthew Logan look bad. Do you understand me?

[The Peep's Champ takes out his coin and flips it into the air. However Keith Williams grabs it in mid air.]

Keith Williams: Don't forget who you take your orders from.

[Keith Williams smiles as he places the coin back in The Peep's Champ's hand with the good side showing before he walks away. The Peep's Champ's anger slowly turns into a smile as he stares down at the coin.]

The Peep's Champ: Matthew Logan.......

[The camera man points the camera back down to the coin and its on the evil side. The Peep's Champ kicks around some more stuff before walking off and the camera fades to black.][/i]

[robert]

We see various fans being handed plates of pancakes, and even the announcers are given plates of pancakes.

Brooks (Through muffled chewing) : These are great.

King: How can you eat after some of the acts we've seen tonight. Dark Angel's career nearly ended because of Ace Andrews, and the assault of Harold Gunther.

Brooks: I'm hungry.

Then, an unnecessary amount of pyro goes off, probably killing off the pyrotechnic budget for Legacy. Finally, "Fanfare for The Common Man" begins to play as Robert Gordon comes out, sitting in a 1961 Lincoln Continental Stretch Limousine, making the Victory sign, much to the crowds anger.

King: Isn't that the same theme that Jimmy King came out to in Ready to Rumble?

Brooks: SHUT UP!

Gordon exits the vehicle, and enters the ring. He has a decent sized bandage over his head, but he is still smiling that grin.

Gordon: Last night, I wen through one helluva battle against LBM...and HE FAILED! All that talk about redemption, about how he had to beat me, and he choked! In-front all of you people, the same man who fought through some of the most violent battles in the history of sports entertainment, FAILED. He put me through a table twice, tried to cave in my skull with chairs, trash-cans, chains, and my HOF plaque, but HE CHOKED. LBM, you put up a good fight and I might have gained a microcosm of respect for you, but there will never be a rematch. After I finally went to such extreme measures to put you down, I was going to shake your hand but lo and behold...Dark Angel showed up. Despite having absolutely nothing to do with this match and lacking proper medical training, he wanted the spotlight. He stood in my way, trying to be a bad-ass, so I did what I always wanted to do to him: I spit at him. Angel, your day against me will come and you'll fail just like LBM. So, how are the pancakes?

The fans are dropping the pancakes and the floor and a loud
"WE HATE PANCAKES" chant begin. Gordon look genuinely disappointed, but it turns to anger.

Gordon: WHAT IN THE HELL WOULD YOU PEOPLE KNOW GOOD FOOD? YOU PEOPLE SHOP AT WAL-MART! YOUR KIDS STEAL BIKES!, AND YOU EAT HOT DOGS MADE OF BOOT! I shopped at Whole Foods for those ingredients, you people couldn't even buy an avocado there. YOU PEOPLE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT AN AVOCADO IS!

Gordon kicks at the ropes and tries to gain his composure.

Gordon: Now, onto that big announcement that I promised. Legacy...has had some terrible world champions who have also been terrible role models. Let's look at the first champion, Max Venom.

Gordon points to the screen as we see an image of Max Venom holding the World Championship.

Gordon: Max Venom looked like a gawky teenager who seen Fight Club a few too many times. He looked like dressed out of a Value Village dumpster and smelled like cigarettes and gasoline. He also thought that he was funny by insinuating that I had sexual relations to get my job and treated everybody around him like garbage. I was happy when he left and he'll be cleaning the toilets at Titan Towers when they realize he looks like Tarzan, but fights like Jane. Let's look at our next champion, The Reverend Daddy Joe.

Gordon does the same thing as Joe appears on the screen and the crowd goes wild.

Gordon: How funny is it that the night I come back to New York, his contract suddenly "expires" and he leaves? After talking trash about me for a month, the supposed champion of New York runs away from Robert Gordon. Your supposed champion, the so-called "King of New York" ran away in shame. In-fact, I have a prepared statement from Joe, his last words for his "people":

I left the FHT because I am afraid of Robert Gordon. He is a better wrestler, a better commentator, and all around better human being than me. I was afraid that Robert Gordon would kick my ass so bad if we met, that I would have to move to New Jersey. I bequeath Robert Gordon the new "King of New York", please idolize him like you did with me. I'm sorry I lied to all of you people.

Gordon tosses the statement aside and has a trollish grin on his face.

Gordon: First off, I don't want to be called the "King of New York", why would I want to be king of this toilet of a town? Right now, Legacy is in need of a true world champion. A champion that can be a role model to people of all age demographics. A champion that represent the SPORTS ENTERTAINMENT industry in a way that no previous champion in Legacy has became. Ladies and gentlemen, Robert Gordon is announcing his intent to COMPETE FOR THE LEGACY WORLD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP! By the end of this year, this company will have a true champion of sports entertainment. Thank you and good night.

"Fanfare" begins to play as confetti and balloons descend down from the ceiling as Gordon makes the victory sign, much to the crowds anger. Gordon exits the ring and shakes hands of willing fans and heads to the back before making the victory sign again.

Brooks: Look out Red Ninja, Robert Gordon is coming for that belt.

King: What if NIN Horror wins tonight?

Brooks: Then Robert Gordon and NIN Horror will be co-World Champions. Seriously, did they recruit you out of public access?

Legacy goes to break for MONEY!

[Ninja/Killer]

Scene opens with Red Ninja and Jamie Coleson standing by in a backstage location. Ninja wears a Black Xtreme Couture Hat, a Black T shirt with a Red Spiderman Logo on the front and Blue Jeans. Ninja also has the Legacy World Wrestling Championship over his right shoulder. Coleson wears a Red T Shirt with the Hurley logo in White on the Front and Blue Jeans.

RN:Supershow 4 was a night full of suprises and shocks and what not, but probably the biggest shock in alot of people's eyes, was little old me beating Reverend Daddy Joe for the title. I don't know why it was such a big shock, I mean it's not the first time I've ever won a singles title, it's been a long time since I've had one I'll admit but it's not like I couldn't do it at all, but because I was kind of a last moment challenger, people might have written me off as winning, but here I am, with the belt proudly displayed over my shoulder here.

Ninja taps the belt then gives a thumbs up.

RN:Now tonite, is the first time I defend the belt here on Legacy, and the guy I'm facing tonite, is a man that I am very very very you get the idea, familiar with. NIN Horror, Horror, what I can really say about the two of us, we've known each other, I don't know about what six years now, that's along time, that's quite of few confrontations between the two of us. Every time I step into the ring with you Horror, I know it's not going to be an easy experience. Were going to hit each other very hard, were going to strech and bend each others limbs, were going to give it our all till one of us can't stand up anymore. Horror, we know what each other is about, come to think about it, were alot alike, we both do things differently then the normal wrestler, we have a variety of innovative moves at our disposal. So tonight, is going to be about me and you going one on one for the most important title in this company, and I know your boy Robert Gordon wants to throw his hat into the race of title contention, but guys, I just won this title, and I plan to hold onto it for quite some time, Horror our little rivalry continues, I'm looking forward to it. But bro, I will be getting my arm raised tonight, and I will be retaining my title and that's the way its going to be.

Scene ends

["Sick" Nick™]

As Legacy comes back from a commercial break, "Sick" Nick is in the ring, leaning on the ropes and looking around as the fans cheer for him. Surprisingly though, Nick does not have his usual smile on his face.

“Sick” Nick:
Unfortunately a week ago, I miss Supershow #4 as I was attending my induction into the LPW Hall Of Fame. It's a shame, because I wanted to toe the line, so to speak, with one Stone Cold Steve Austin. But, I guess that is what happens when you have two semi retired superstars.

Nick begrudgingly pauses as the crowd cheers for Stone Cold.

“Sick” Nick:
Like two ships passing in the night, we seem to never be in the same place at the same time. I'm sure that will change one day. I mean, at some point between now and eternity, our paths have to cross, right?

A battle of 'Stone Cold' chants versus '"Sick" Nick' chants breaks out as Nick pauses once again.

“Sick” Nick:
I don't even know how this started. I think it was on twitter, if I remember correctly. Austin called me out. I drew an imaginary line. A few weeks ago, Austin was searching all over the arena, looking for this imaginary line.

Nick rolls his eyes, as if in disbelief.

“Sick” Nick:
I mean, I don't even know why he has any beef with me. I've done nothing to him. Like I said, our paths have never crossed in the last, almost 10 years of FHT, ELITE and Legacy. I have nothing against the guy. I mean, yea, he thinks that just because he is a WWE Hall Of Famer and one of the most popular wrestlers in the history of wrestling, that he is somehow our fearless leader, even though roughly the last 5 years he has barely been here, while night in and night out I and the rest of the guys in the back have been busting our balls and bleeding for this company, FHT and ELITE... But I don't hold that against him. So that's it. I just want to know what is going on between the two of us. I guess I won't get that answer tonight. But I'll wait for you Austin. You probably won't show up, but I'll wait for you tonight. I won't be holding my breath for you though. You know where to find me. Hopefully we can hash this thing out.

Nick hands off the mic and heads out of the ring and to the back.

[J.FRICKIN.C]

[ Legacy Online returns to the fading "Aerials" by System Of A Down, the camera slowly changing angles from the villainous J.C seen giggling inside the ring with Miss Hardcore, stumbling a step. All that remains now of course is J.C’s opponent for the night, “Mr. 420” himself and J.C attempts to compose himself with a serious frown, yet breaks into another chuckle, and begins making monkey faces. ]

Gary King: What is he drunk? Is J.C drunk right now?!
Gregory Brooks: Would it really be that surprising, Gary?

[ The lights of the building dim down as “Walk” by Pantera starts to play (with J.C notably sucking down novelty-sized bottles of Jack Daniels as this happens ) and the fans are split down the middle with a mixed reaction for the smoking Californian. Trey Spruance, now complete with fancy new titantron which loops the outright bashing of Gavin Young at the Supershow, simply swaggers down to the ring lit as fuck, smoking away on his signature joint. Taking the time to stop outside the ring for a final puff before ashing the joint out on the steel steps, Trey climbs up at his own pace and enters the ring]

Announcer: Introducing first, from EUREKA, CALIFORNIA! Weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, he is “The Dude”… TREY SPRUANCE!!

Gary King: Just what we need, another completely irresponsible psychopath!!

The drunk, the stoner and the transvestite made for a colourful combination and Miss Hardcore leaves the ring to take her post ringside. The blood-shot eyes of Trey Spruance shift upward upon those of J.C, seemingly well off the tracks himself, his beard frothed from an abundance of backstage beverages. The bell rings three times and leaving their lifestyle choices outside the ring, or at least ‘in spirits’ in J.C’s case, it isn’t long before both men clash together in a classic collar-elbow tie!! ]

Gregory Brooks: LET’S GET READY TOOO RUMBLE!

Gary King: At least they had the sense to start this match the right way!

[ Able to dominate with slightly more stability in his step, Spruance bulldozes J.C backwards into the corner behind him, wasting little time by pulling back and thrusting J.C’s abdomen in a ferocious manner! One shoulder block connects, as does the second, smoke and alcohol spraying from both men’s mouths with each shot. Going for a shoulder-thrust trifecta Trey throws himself forward for the third time yet J.C sidesteps just off-target, grapples the waist of Trey Spruance and carelessly slings him right over the top rope, sending Trey crashing to the floor below! ]

Gregory Brooks: LOOK OUT BELOWWWW!!

Gary King: YOU SEE?! COMPLETELY IRRESPONSIBLE!

[ The self-professed “Dude” crumbles on all fours, and J.C performs macho flex theatrics to the crowd screaming “I’M FRANKENSTEINS HEAD ON A SPIDERS BODY!!”. Grabbing hold of the top rope, J.C picks his moment as to slingshot on top of Trey yet Spruance performs an impressive tumble roll, causing ‘The Real Man’s Man’ to belly-flop across the thin rubber mats, kicking nine shades of shit out of the Australian with a stiff boot in the head! J.C is starfished across the rubber, granting the appropriate time Trey needs to regroup and the stoner grapples hold of the nearest available arm he can find, and sinks his boot on J.C’s face with a bone-crunching point blank stomp! ]

Gary King: Geeez louise! That had to hurt… a lot!

[ Cupping his face, J.C growls “NO SHIT SHERLOCK!” to the commentary table, and fumbles across the floor amidst the various cables and what-not, finding his feet yet Trey Spruance has his number, and smashes his temple into the side of the announce table with a running Facewash, causing the very panels to pop out like poptarts! On a roll, Spruance rolls J.C onto his back, and immediately mauls the controversial Aussie with a blatant barrage of right hands, J.C curling into a foetal position as the shots rain down upon him, finding their mark for the most part, and it quickly begins to look like nothing short of another Trey Spruance bashing, J.C yelping and shrieking like a little sissy girl! ]

Gregory Brooks: This is some real UFC shit?! This guys gonna break my boys face in! Somebody STOP HIM!

[ Continuing to perform his best Forrest Griffin impersonation, Spruance pelts J.C senseless with his bare hands, blood beginning to fly excessively, and drags his taller foe across the top of the table, folding Carlisle’s arms into the double underhook position for the devastating Double Arm DDT yet Miss Hardcore, from behind, saves her beloved associate with an agonising LOW BLOW, right in the acorns! ]

DING DING DING!!

Gregory Brooks: OHHH HELLO!! Every man in the world is cringing right now!

Gary King: Just when this match was looking great, J.C’s little girlfriend had to punch the man where it matters!

Announcer: HERE IS YOUR WINNER, BY DISQUALIFICATION… TREY SPRUANCE!!

[ Trey’s jaw drops as he plummets from the top of the table, Miss Hardcore scooping the bloodied J.C up like Kevin Costner did Whitney Houston in the bodyguard, carrying him to safety through the rabid crowd. ]

Gary King: WORST ENDING EVER!

[ And the show goes on, somewhat anticlimactic. ]

[Joker Jr]

[The Peep's Champ's back is turned to the camera as he sets in a chair bent forward looking down at something in his hand. The room is almost completely dark except for a little light coming from a candle.]

The Peep's Champ: The fire calms me when my mind is filled with rage and I can no longer focus. Its hard not knowing anymore what voice is evil and what voice isnot.

[The Peep's Champ clears his throat.]

The Peep's Champ: However even the fire can't stop the tears from falling. They once felt like acid slowly running down my face but I have came immune to the pain. I'm not embarrass of them because they represent my love for my son.

[The Peep's Champ whips his face with his sleeve.]

The Peep's Champ: Ace Andrews it was you.....it was you who came to me at the lowest point in my life. It was you who set with me and helped me remember the good moments with my son. It was you who shared moments that you've had with your little. It was you who said it was all going be ok. It was you who pointed the finger at Dark Angel and how he was suppose to be a hero. While all alone IT WAS YOU!!!

[The Peep's Champ sets back in the chair.]

The Peep's Champ: Tonight Keith has given you a free past and I suggest you take it to run. For you have created a monster who is thirsty for your blood. You say that you are sorry but you don't know what sorry is yet. However you will know when the only way you can see your little girl smile is by a picture.

[The Peep's Champ looks back down at whats in his hand and the camera man decides to take a closer look....Its a picture of his son smiling. The camera fades to black.][/i]

[Former FHT Employee Daniel Ice]

[We're backstage at Legacy Online, in the doctor's office. Harold Gunther IV is moaning in pain near the back, tended to by two medics while Dark Angel sits on a table, being looked over by another doctor]

Medic:
Now, we both know you're going to end up ignoring my advice anyway but hell, maybe you'll listen this time. You still weren't at 100% at the beginning of the night, those chair shots... You're lucky Ace didn't do worse. You go out there, things get out of hand again and I don't know... You could end up on the shelf for some time.

[Angel smiles a little, lifting himself off the table and stretching a little, grimacing]

Dark Angel:
You're right, doc... I'm not going to listen. I'm not about to leave Alexei hanging tonight, not with The Peep's Champ acting even crazier-

[Harold lets out another loud moan of pain at the mention of TPC]

Dark Angel:
And that over-entitled brat Logan in the tag match. Keith's enough of an asshole to turn it into a handicap if I don't go out there. Besides, the Legacy Legion paid to see me and I plan to deliver.

[Angel gets up to leave but the door to the doctor's office slides open... It's the Internet Champion, Alexei Petrovich! All three of the doctors nod or wave in his direction]

Alexei Petrovich:
Mike, Alan, Jenny, good to see you again. Just a social visit this time though.

Dark Angel:
You're on first-name terms with these lot?

Alexei Petrovich:
We've had a lot of time to get to know each other over the past eight months. Thought I should check up on you, that was a nasty little assault earlier. Look, if you want to take the night off, I can probably find another partner...

Dark Angel:
Absolutely not. I'm fine. It'll take more than a couple of chair shots to finish me off.

Alexei Petrovich:
I doubt anything at this point could finish you off. They could drop an atomic bomb on the arena and there'll be two things left moving, the cockroaches and the Dark Angel.

Dark Angel:
That'd be terrible, cockroaches can't wrestle for shit.

[Alexei laughs a little but Harold's constant wails of pain kill the mood a little]

Alexei Petrovich:
Speaking of cockroaches, tonight I'm going to stamp out Logan once and for all. Maybe he'll even make a satisfying crunch.

Dark Angel:
Just be careful with him, he was dangerous enough when he was riding Ace's coattails, but now he's on Keith's side, who knows how bad he'll get. Guy like that doesn't have to play by the same rules we do.

Alexei Petrovich:
You're telling me to be careful, that's funny. When you're battling a burnt psychopath who pulled a gun on you and a rich man with a grudge willing to hire kidnappers. To be honest, I think any notion of "being careful" was thrown out of the window when we signed our contracts. Place is full of madmen.

Dark Angel:
Understandably. You'd have to be at least a little crazy to sign a contract offered to you by a man introducing himself as a "hardcore redneck".

[Alexei smiles, gives Angel a firm pat on the back and relaxes on one of the examination tables. Angel leans against a wall nearby. Alexei takes his belt from around his waist and stares down at it]

Alexei Petrovich:
Who'd have thought, though? Back in January I was fighting fat Italians for little more than my self-respect and here I am in August, Internet Champion, wins over legends like "Sick" Nick and successfully pissing off my boss. Been a good year so far.

Dark Angel:
Hey, you've earned it. You've never stopped working, you've taken your beatings like a man and rose above it. First Legacy Internet Champion, that's an honour no one can ever take from you. An honour you deserve.

Alexei Petrovich:
Thanks. You're a good man, Angel. A kind man. You were looking out for me from day one, when no one else wanted to even know my name and I won't forget that. It has been my honour to be under your wing.

[Angel raises an eyebrow at that and stands up, walking over to Alexei]

Dark Angel:
Don't. Let's not get into the mentor/student thing, for one thing it makes me feel old. And for another, Alexei... You are absolutely my equal and my friend.

[There's a pause, Alexei gets up and offers his hand. There's a MANLY HANDSHAKE~! between the two men]

Dark Angel:
Now, I don't know about you, but I'm sick and tired of being patched together by doctors. Think we've done enough of that for at least another eight months. What do you say, we go get ready and kick the ass of the two-faced psycho and the whining bitch?

Alexei Petrovich:
Which one's which?

Dark Angel:
Guess there's only one way to find out.

[With that, Angel and Alexei leave the room, leaving the doctors to deal with Harold's continuing moans of agony]

[LLW]

Sayonara, Farewell, and Adieu

Legacy Online returns backstage to the catering area, soon finding Blackcat Meiko sitting alone at the head of a table with several plates of flapjacks in front of her. Keeping her palms flat on the table she’s staring off at nothing in particular with the laser focus of a Terminator, until something catches her eye and breaks her cold gaze. She looks off to the side slightly and actually starts smiling, fiendishly smiling, but smiling none the less as the camera pans to find Nina Wagner and Gemma Traumaward walking into the scene.

Nina is still quite clearly emotionally fatigued from her loss at Supershow 4 and isn’t feeling better now that she’s facing her tormenter, and her Lbm t-shirt implies that she hasn’t had much else to cheer about either. Between a smirking bully and a sulking teenager Gemma actually looks like the adult in the room, not looking intimidated or impressed as she keeps her eyes on her old acquaintance. As the two girls step up to the chow table Meiko kicks out a chair for Nina and startles the rookie, but Gemma pulls her to the side and sits down in that chair. With Gemma acting like a shield in between her and Meiko, Nina takes a seat at the table and stares at a plate covered by a six inch high stack of pancakes.

Meiko: I know for these kinds of things you usually have a cake, but there’s only pancakes tonight. I guess they made too many.

Meiko’s extremely dry stab at humor isn’t lighting the somber mood any, as Nina continues to avoid making eye contact with her rival. With a smile filled with bad intentions Blackcat leans forward on the table, and watching her like a hawk Gemma does the same. Those two are elbow-to-elbow on the table as Meiko gives her old ‘friend’ a smile of her own, before turning her attention back to Nina.

Meiko: When I said I was going to make you quit Legacy I wasn’t lying. I hoped you would have made the right decision after I threw you on your head but here we are. I know you tried very hard and I must admit that I’m a little proud of you, but I meant it when I said I was going to force you out. We have seen time and time again that you aren’t good enough to be a wrestler here, not against women like myself. I know you had your heart set on this wrestling dream but face it, the dream is over.

With Nina almost fighting back tears Gemma has heard enough, wrapping her hands around Meiko’s hands to have a quick ‘heart-to-heart.’

Gemma: Look, I know we didn’t really say goodbye to each other on the best of terms, but I think we still went through enough together that you would do something for me if I asked very nicely. Well Meiko, I’m asking very nicely if you would just leave Nina alone. You’re stronger than her for sure, and sure, she still has a lot to learn but you’ve proven your point. What… why are you… why do you still care? You’ve already won.

There’s a glimmer of hope in Nina’s eye that her new friend might save her from one of her own old friends as Pinky and Meiko stare into each other’s eyes, but as Blackcat pulls her hands away from Gemma’s it doesn’t look like that’s going to be the case.

Meiko: I told her that she doesn’t belong here. If he can get stronger, if she can improve her skills that’s fine, but she’s going to have to do that somewhere else.

Le Tigre rolls her eyes and nearly curses under her breath as Meiko turns her attention back to Nina, who’s looking more vexed than ever.

Meiko: If you aren’t ready to give up wrestling in total that’s fine. I thought about that and actually, heh, I might be able to help you.

Meiko starts smiling again as she pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket, passing it to Nina who lightly flinches when her hand gets close. Nina and Gemma look over the piece of paper, and Gemma quickly turns to give Meiko the displeased “really?” look.

Meiko: I thought of a few other companies that you might be a better fit for, with your, “skill set.” PRW just recruited a group of Diva types, you could go wrestle them for two minutes at a time and have your fun and games. Stardom in Japan can’t hire enough cute young girls who wrestle poorly, you’d fit right in. I guess you could always give TNA a shot… but the last time I heard they already have a May-December gimmick going on.

Meiko chuckles to herself as Nina pouts with an offended glare, Gemma points her finger at Meiko and is about to scold her when Nina Wagner bangs her tiny fists on the table. The other two quickly turn to their attention to her.

Nina: I don’t care how much you insult me or how much you beat me or whatever you say to try and make me wanna quit. I’m not gonna do it! I’m not quitting!

Gemma breaks out a smile as Nina finally lets her fighting spirit show, getting a death glare from Meiko as she finally starts looking serious.

Nina: I left my home and I left my friends behind so I could do this, so I could be a wrestler. There’s nothing else I want to do and right now… I don’t want to do this anywhere else. I’ve made friends here and as much as I still can’t believe it there are people in that audience that actually like me. I’m not giving that all up just because you have a problem with it!

Meiko quickly stands up and knocks her folding chair back, and in true Wild West fashion Gemma (and a few jobbers in the background) quickly reacts and stands up right after her. Pinky keeps herself in the middle as Nina stands up to a fired up Blackcat.

Meiko: You Americans always love to say “we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” well Loli this was the easy way. If you’re not going to walk away from here while you still can then I can make damn sure that you get wheeled out of here on a stretcher! I gave you the option before but that is over, now you don’t have a choice, now I am taking you out for good!

Nina: Do you think I care anymore!? Wrestling is my dream and Legacy is a dream job, but everyday I’ve had to come to work in fear that you would try to make it my last. Well that day came and went and now it’s here again and you know what? I just don’t care! So go ahead, you can kick me and you can punch me and you can break my face but you won’t change the way I feel! I’m staying here and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!

Meiko: Oh really!? Watch!

Meiko flips the table (and the pancakes) over and lunges at Nina, but thankfully Gemma is right in the way to stop her. The two winners from Supershow 4 get in a shoving tie-up as a crowd soon assembles to watch the kerfuffle, and it doesn’t take long for Nina to put Gemma on the ground with a judo throw. But the Neko Girl keeps her hands on Blackcat and manages to wrestle her to the floor, and after Meiko rolls over into a dominate position Nina jumps on her back. Nina tries to choke Meiko out with a sleeper while Blackcat tries to fight them both off, but eventually gets saved as a group of jobbers and road agents move in to pull the women apart.

Gemma and Nina get pulled to their feet and are done fighting for now, but Meiko is already fighting the jobbers holding her back to try and get loose. The road agents order her to be escorted to her locker room, and as they drag her away Meiko screams at Nina and Gemma, promising them that this isn’t over. Pinky wraps her arm around Nina’s shoulders and gives her a reassuring smile, letting the teenager know that she’s not alone in her fight anymore as Legacy Online goes to the next segment…

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Fans erupt with surprise, as The F'N Legend Lbm's music hits in the Legacy Hall and moments later the former 7x world champion emerges from the back.

With two huge plasters over his forehead and nose and walking with a noticable limp, The F'N Legend Lbm smacks hands with his fans (though noticably not smiling / very serious).[/color][/b]

Gary King:[/size]
Lbm is here!!! Lbm is here!!!

Greg Brooks:[/size]
He's got some nerve showing his face around here tonite after the beating he took from Robert Gordon at Supershow #4!

Lbm climbs into the ring, taking a microphone from the time keeper as his music dies down. Lbm is slow climbing through the ropes as obviously his back is also sore.

The F'N Legend Lbm stands alone in the ring now as a huge cheer goes up for him followed by a standing ovation of applause as Lbm wipes a tear from his eye.[/color][/b]

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/color][/b]
I gotta first off apologise!!! (Lbm pauses as the fans boo and "NO NO NO" chants partially break out) No guys I do! At Supershow #4, I went into the match of my life not for titles or glory or any of those things. But for redemption! I went out there in the main event in front of the entire Legacy Legion, in a building that means so much to me against that lowlife scum bag Robert Gordon and I lost! Fair & square I failed to beat him!

And for all those who have supported me. My family, my friends and you guys... I have to say I'm really, really, REALLY SOR...

NINA WAGNER'S MUSIC HITS...

The Legacy Legion react in shock as the music of the "Legacy Ladies Wrestler", Nina Wagner hits and out comes the unlikely wrestling heroine. Nina Wagner heads straight to the ring to perhaps the biggest reaction in her young career.

The 20 year old, Nina Wagner who is dressed in jeans & a vest top gets a microphone from ringside and climbs up the ring steps as Lbm holds the bottom rope for her still with a shocked look on his face as her music fades.[/color][/b]

Greg Brooks:
What is Nina Wagner doing out here? Doesn't she realised the men are talking?

Gary King:[/b][/size]
Nina Wagner in the short time, the LLW has been active has grown extremely close with The F'N Legend Lbm backstage. Constantly seeking him out for his advice - Lbm has been a real positive influence on this young lady who lost a valiant match to Blackcat Meiko at Supershow #4.

Greg Brooks:
Lbm needs to hang out with women his own age!!!

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/b][/size]
Nina! We're on live television! We're standing in the ring together in front of the entire Legacy Legion!?

Nina Wagner:[/b][/size]
You know what Deon! I'm getting a little sick of this self pity schtick that you've been on these past few months!!!

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/b][/size]
Excuse me?

Nina Wagner:[/b][/size]
Ever since Robert Gordon outted you as an alcoholic, it's been poor me! Poor me, poor Lbm! My back is messed up! I've a drug problem! I've an alcohol problem. My name is Deon and I lost my job, my family won't speak to me. I sleep in Dark Angel's spare room! My friend Wally Wilson died! Robert Gordon is saying all this shit about me on tv!

What happened to you? You're coming out here tonite to apologise? Are you kidding me? Your Lbm!!! Your The F'N Legend Lbm!!! You've been world champion like 7x times! You've held countless championships! You've main evented with a who's who of this business! For the last 10 years - you have led an incredible career!

And sure there are a lot of bad guys who hate you. But who cares about them? Look at the friends you got! Stone Cold Steve Austin... (pop) "Sick Nick... (pop) _the j-man and Ulster (pops)... and Dark Angel!!! That man loves you and would do anything for you! Even with what he's going through right now - you know he wouldn't leave the arena at Supershow until he knew your match was over despite being told to get to the hospital immediately!

The fans applaud and a Dark Angel chant breaks out as Lbm is clearly moved by what Nina Wagner is saying!

Nina Wagner:[/size]
You know when I got to this company, you were the one guy I wanted to meet! You know when I was at highschool - I used to get picked on because while the other girls were playing with Barbie & Ken in her dreamhouse! My barbie was smooching with an Lbm action figure - while Lbm was beating Trippy P and Ken in triple threat matches!

I've got so much respect for you Lbm! Getting to meet you and getting to know you has been the highlight of my life! You've given me so much advice. You were preparing for Robert Gordon last Sunday night and when I walked back through that curtain beaten by Blackcat Meiko - you hugged me and you said. Its not about how many times you get beat! Its about many times you come back!

Maybe you need to take your own advice. You spent almost two years on the shelf with only that one match with The Peep's Champ! You battled a severe drink problem and dealt with multiple injuries. And yet you came back from all of that and wrestled five matches in four weeks here in Legacy - more than anyone else on the roster despite the fact you've been with this company since DAY ONE! Apologise? You got nothing to be sorry for! Okay Gordon beat you!!! Its not about how many times you get beat though! Its about how many times you come back!!!

Huge pop for Nina Wagner as Lbm with tears in his eyes nods his head in agreement and hugs the LLW star! "LBM" chants break out!!!

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/color][/b]
I gotta do this Nina! Legacy Legion, last Sunday night I lost to Robert Gordon fair and square in this very ring. To all those who supported me. Family, friends and all you fans... I'M SORRY!!!

I'M SORRY I NEVER BROUGHT YOU ANY PANCAKES!!!

The crowd roars with approval as Nina Wagner jumps up and down proud of Lbm!

The F'N Legend Lbm:[/size][/b]
Pancakes? Only I'm a recovering broke alcoholic or I would be buying everyone of you a beer in Wally's right about now! Thank you Nina Wagner for making me realise what's important in life! How someone so young can be so wise?!

Robert Gordon - you know what - I lost the match! But you know what - I'm still standing! I spent two years on the shelf and I came back at Supershow #4 in the main event. The main fucking event and I went toe to toe with probably the best worker in Legacy Wrestling today. And okay I didn't win - but I came damn fucking close!

I'm the former 7x time world champion and I may very well be again some day! Redemption Denied? You kidding me? I got my redemption last Sunday night! I beat the shit out of you Gordon - we both know that! And okay so the match is over and I guess we'll be moving on! But remember this Robert! Remember that someday soon - I'll be coming back for you!

]Applause and cheers for Lbm's words!!!

Nina Wagner:[/b][/size]
Lbm stop... I actually got a surprise for you! Its been well documented that you and your family have become estranged during the course of your alcoholism! Well Deon, last night I received a phone from your ex wife and she wanted me to tell you that your son Eitthan who was tragically left in a wheelchair over 6 weeks ago! Well she wanted you to know that he watched Supershow #4 and he was proud of you!

In fact he wants you to know he forgives you! In fact not just him! But all your kids have forgiven you and are proud to see daddy back in the ring having turned his life around since the dark days of early 2012!!! She wanted me to pass on this one final message. The most important one! Your sons Lbm - they all love you and they wanted to tell you that in person!!!

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS hits...[/color][/b]

Lbm's music plays again as Lbm is crying in the centre of the ring. All eyes look to the stage as suddenly there is movement on the stage! The crowd go quiet and then pop like crazy!!!

LBM'S CHILDREN!!! Lbm's ex wife Trish Stratus wheels their son Eitthan out onto the stage. Still wearing a neck brace and confined to a wheelchair, it is the first time Eitthan has been on television since the accident. From behind them come Lbm's other sons! Lbm's 18 year old child JOHN, his 15 year old ROBBIE, his twins 10 year old twins HOMER & ELVIS and youngest son Lyle-Keith 3 years old!

The crowd are going crazy as Lbm drops to his knees in tears as Lbm's younger children enter the ring and hug their father. Nina Wagner sheds several tears now too as the camera pans to several people in the crowd all crying! On the outside of the ring, up the ramp way Eitthan with Trish behind him struggles to raise and arm and then does a thumbs up at his dad to a huge ovation! Obviously Eitthan is unable to make it to the ring![/color][/b]

Gary King:[/color][/b]
What an emotional scene! Somewhere in heaven Wally Wilson is watching this and smiling seeing some of his grandkids out here tonite! It has been 2 years since Lbm has seen his kids - their mothers refusing until Lbm sorted himself out! Greg are you crying?

Greg Brooks:
Its the humidity in this old building? Have you a tissue!? ... ... Give me that!

Gary King:[/size]
What a moment for The F'N Legend Lbm reunited at this time with his young family! And how great to see Eitthan looking so well at the top of the ramp up there!!!

[The F'N Legend Lbm]

Eitthan smiles down at his father absolutely beaming, even wheelchair-bound he is standing taller than any man in the building. Trish Stratus grips the handles of the wheelchair tightly, understandably hesitant at first to take that extra step and complete the perfect family portrait. LBM whimpers an inaudible “please come down” and reaches out with both arms, beckoning Eitthan, and Trish obviously, to join him in the ring and Trish, sucking in her scorn, takes a deep breath and stares at the man completely at her mercy. Trish’s face finally cracks, and she nudges LBM’s eldest son into motion with a faint smile…


AEEEEERIAALLLSSS…

INNN THE SKYYYY…

Gary King:
Wait what?!! Oh come on now!!

The building falls silent as the soft, albeit sinister, chorus of Aerials by System Of A Down fills the evening air and LBM’s eyes light up like dollar pieces out of pure shock! The crowd are speechless, frozen in complete shock of the unexpected development and sure enough the montage of Brainbusters begins to flash across the giant titantron, and Trish Stratus spins about as both her and Eitthan are bathed in orange lights.

Gary King:
You’re kidding me… you have to be absolutely kidding me! Tell me this isn’t a technical glitch!

Greg Brooks:
If I didn’t know any better I’d say we are about to be bitten by the Venomous Australian Serpent!

There is no questioning Gregory Brooks skills of perception, as sure enough J.C, visible battered and bandaged following the vicious beating he'd received the week prior, and the butch Miss Hardcore step out from the back to LBM’s dismay as he slowly rises from the canvas. The children cling to their father’s leg protectively, gazing up at him in innocent confusion as LBM swipes his eyes, something of a snarl curling across his lips at the audacity of this intrusion. The J.C entourage strategically flock around both Trish and Eitthan, who snaps back a barrage of words yet J.C calmly raises his finger to his mouth.

Gary King:
J.C has promised for weeks to make an impact here in Legacy! This is neither the time nor the place! For christ's sake Lbm's children are out here!!!

The simple gesture sends a disturbing chill through the arena, as J.C nods and almost immediately Miss Hardcore grapples Trish from behind in a chokehold, wrenching Trish away from the wheelchair, dragging her kicking and screaming into the foreground, Trish Stratus absolutely shrieking in panic. LBM is torn between protecting his children in the ring who are now crying and running up to protect Eitthan! Nina Wagner shields his young sons as Lbm rushes up the aisle!

Gary King:
RUN LBM!!! We need help out here!!! For crying out loud would someone back there stop this mad man J.C!!! Eitthan is defenceless for christ's sake!



J.C quickly cowers behind the wheelchair-bound Eitthan with his hands on the handlebar as LBM stampedes toward him like a man possessed! Before LBM could take another step however, J.C props the wheelchair up on its back wheels and charges toward the edge of the stage, forcing LBM to come to an abrupt halt, reducing the man from red-hot momentum into pale-white dread. “Okay! Okay! Just bring him back, let Eithan go please??!!” LBM begs with his hands up in surrender.

J.C
Let him go? Poor choice of words there, friend!

J.C releases the wheelchair, which begins to rollercoast its way toward the lip of the stage and LBM cries out an exasperated “NOO!!” as the crowd cringe with a united gasp, yet J.C quickly snatches the handles back and giggles like a deranged lunatic. Mouthing “I’ll kill you, you son son of a bitch!” LBM takes a step toward J.C, yet as LBM tries to grab at him, J.C props the wheelchair up on its back wheels once again as to use it as some sort of fencing sabre and cut the F'N Legend off before applying the safety-brake.

J.C
Uh-Uh-UH!! Not the best time to start playing the hero, hmmm? That is unless you want to see your son splattered across the concrete down there. You see when I'm not being beaten to a pulp by dopesmokers or just sitting on the back of the bus in general, I’ve just been dying to get some attention around here, but it’s just been so hard to get a real say in anything when there are all these endless stories and videos constantly taking up everyone’s time about how drunk LBM is, how broken LBM is, all these little things that just irritate me, and oh golly do I HATE being irritated!!!

J.C kicks the safety-brake off, the wheels rolling back and forth under his complete control now.


Gary King:
This is sick, this is absolutely sickening.

Greg Brooks:
I would have to agree with you there, partner. I mean I love J.C but this is too much. Nina Wagner needs to get the rest of Lbm's kids out of that ring!

LBM:
GOD STOP THIS!!! DAMN YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD!!! DAMN YOU!!!

LBM bursts into tears, the beads of joy long-terrorised out of him, his face streaming with petrified helplessness.

J.C
Isn’t this what you want? POSTER BOY?!! ATTENTION WHORE!!

J.C spins on a dime, wheelchair in hand and tips the wheelchair over completely, spilling Eitthan out across the main stage with a violent crash! LBM’s first impulse is to lunge forward in a bid to catch his defenceless son, Trish Stratus shrieking out , yet J.C quickly pulls a can of pepper spray and proceeds to blast LBM in the face with the debilitating liquid, and LBM collapses as J.C coats his face generously, the entire LBM family screaming from all directions of the arena around this madness. In the ring, Lbm's young sons are hysterical as finally some ring crew/camera men have jumped into the ring and are somewhat guarding them.

J.C
YES! YES! YES! THIS IS YOUR SPOTLIGHT, THE ONE THAT I WILL NEVER HAVE! THIS IS YOUR SHOW! ANOTHER GLORIOUS LBM MOMENT WELL WHERES MY MOMENT COMPANY MAN?! OR DO I HAVE TO MAKE MY OWN MARK MY OWN WAY? STARTING WITH YOUR CRIPPLED SON!!!

LBM:
EEEITTHANN!!! EEITHANN!!! EEITHAAAAAAAAAN!!!

Greg Brooks:
I can’t watch… I just can’t.

LBM:
DAAAAAAAD!!! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!

There is a disturbing innocencein Eitthan’s cries for help. Quickly put to an end as J.C kicks him in the skull, which audibly cracks, before savagely scraping the disabled adolescent from the steel into a devastating BRAINBUSTER! The sickening sound of skull on steel is sadistic enough already

J.C
Oh this one’s a FIGHTER! He just won’t stay down!

Eitthan’s body limp in his arms, front Facelock still applied J.C reaches a vertical base once again, heaving the Eitthan up for another horrific Brainbuster and Eitthan trembles beneath the impact as every bone in his neck disintegrates.

Gary King:
Sweet Jesus, he’s dead! J.C may have damn well killed him and we all just sat here and watched! Gawd damn that J.C!!! He has come out here and destroyed this reunited family!

LBM:
WHERE ARE YOU, WHERE ARE YOU, YOU BASTARD I’LL KILL YOU!! I’LL KILL YOU!!

The arena is deathly silent all but the sounds of Nina Wagner and the children screaming to their fallen father and brother. J.C simply dumps the contorted Eitthan across the steel alongside his father, grabbing his prone son , who’d been crushed in every sense of the term, sobbingwhilst disorientated, before J.C sits in Eitthan’s wheelchair casually, his chest rapidly inflating with intensity and J.C lights a cigarette, taking the microphone one more time.

J.C
Do I have everybody’s attention now?


Dropping the microphone to the steel, J.C sternly scans at all the people around him and simply spins himself around in the wheelchair, casually wheeling himself away as Miss Hardcore releases Trish, for all it’s worth at this point.

Gary King:
This is without question one of the most sicknening sights I have ever witnessed! Finally medics are out here attending to Eitthan! This poor kid! Only 22 years of age! Keith Williams is out here now as security are escorting J.C out of here and this entourage of Miss Hardcore and that huge bald headed man! This is an absolute disgrace!!!




And the show goes on.