Legacy Wrestling EP3 9/27/16)

The fans let out a boisterous reaction as Smithers stand in the center of the ring and glares onto the crowd with a smirk. Then, he makes the following introduction…

“Peasants And unworthy, Inferior Degenerates...eyes on this ring and be amazed, for you are to be graced with purest, superior greatness that has ever set foot in this ring. Hailing from the City Of Angels, Los Angeles, California… and weighing at a flawlessly sculptured 130 pounds. So all of you miscreants kneel and worship at the divine feet of the most phenomenal being ever to walk the face of the earth...EMPRESS ESPERANZA!!!!!!”

Just then, while the intro of “I Want It All/We Will Rock You” – Queen w Armageddon blares into the arena, the lights of the stage and the ramp illuminate in gold while the spotlight focuses on the stage.

As the song officially begins, a pair of rose bearers makes their way down the aisle, tossing rose petals onto the floor. Seconds later, Esperanza comes out, sitting on a throne chair litter being carried to the ring by a pair of muscular servants. She sits comfortably in her throne, with legs crossed and looks over the crowd with a sexy smirk, with the spotlight completely focused on her. Meanwhile, the arena erupts with a thunderous array of boos from the capacity crowd. She is soaking up the reaction from the crowd, even though she ignores it.

As they reach the ringside area, the servants carefully place the litter down and take their position near the ring; one on all fours and the other one lying prone next to him. Esperanza comes down from the litter walks across the ringside area, stepping on the rose petals along the way, and makes her way up to the ring, using the backs of the servants as steps, and walks across the edge of the ring. She looks around the arena, not directly seeing the crowd through the darkness, but knows that they’re out there as she sees the consistent flashing lights of the camera and the still boisterous reaction from the crowd.

Then, as Esperanza as she enters the ring, she climbs up to two opposite ringposts and poses to the crowd for a few seconds, taking in the atmosphere while the crowd reaction continues and the cameras flashing. After going through her ritual, Esperanza jumps down and makes her way towards Smithers, who is at her feet, bowing to her. She pats him on his head, prompting him to get back to his feet. Smithers then takes her robe and leaves the ring while Esperanza leans back on the ropes and awaits for her opponent to arrive, with a cocky smirk.

Richie Miller: Robina and Allison are already in the ring and, after that performance of an entrance we are ready to begin….

Art Foster: We are set up for quite the show opener tonight, any one of these ladies could be cementing a foot on the ladder to the top of our highly competitive women’s division…

The official cautions all three women with a reminder of the match rules before calling for the bell, As soon as the bell is called, Robina is charged by Allison, the spear connects and both women go through the middle ropes and onto the outside; as they both his the mat the impace echoes through the area.

Esperanza struts over to the ring ropes with a smirk on her face, she runs her hands along the ropes and leans over the top,watching the two women scramble to their feet, they exchange several lefts and rights before Robina eventually gets the one up and swings Allison by her hair into the barrier.

Allison’s back collides with the security wall and she lets out a scream of pain and Robina turns with a smirk to roll onto the apron, she is met with a few hard stomps to the back of the head as Esperanza had been stalking her the entire time.

The official cautions Esperanza and makes her back up as Robina now rolls under the bottom rope and kneels up holding her head in obvious pain as she finally starts to get to her feet, Esperanza takes her down with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep,catching her with a knee to the face on the way down.

Robina hits the mat with some force this time and Esperanza starts to circle her whilst calling for her to get up with hand gestures, the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos as Esperanza continues to stalk her and takes the boot to her abdomen and chest a few times.

Art Foster: Wow, Esperanza is like a shark smelling blood in the water…

Richie Miller: She has DOMINATED this match so far!

Finally, Allison rolls into the ring and is met instantly with a boot to the face, as she stumbles back against the ropes she moves to jump over Robina, who rolls and trips her… Rolling onto the outside herself she takes Allison down face first and straight into the waiting knee of Esperanza.

Esperanza throws Allison into the corner, who hits the turnbuckle hard, grabbing at her back as she doesn, Esperanza is straight in with a mudhold stomp taking Allison down once more.before backing out of the corner to drag Allison out by her hair, the official warns Esperanza who simply shrugs her shoulders slightly taking Allison to the mat with a Hair-Pull mat slam.

Esperanza then backs up, leaning onto her back leg she watches her opponent, stalking her with her eyes and when Allison gets to her feet once more, Esperanza sends her flat out with a spinning heel roundhouse kick!

Art Foster: OH! That has to hurt!

Richie Miller: This match has been alllllll about Esperanza!!

As Allison gets to her feet, Esperanza nails her with Empress’ Kiss, going for the cover effortlessly with the three count, as she jumps to her feet the official holds her hands high in the air and she smirks, posing for the camera.

Richie Miller: And it is no surprise that the winner of this match is Esperanza.



So they had decided to let him in, and not ban him from the arena completely after the threats he had made. The thought of what he was going to do that evening sent chills down his spine. Kaelan had spent weeks turning him into something resembling a human but deep down, underneath it all, he was still the monster he had always been. Separated by hundreds of miles, and an ocean, the monster that had been caged was going to get an opportunity to be unleashed once again. Of course he hadn’t considered the fact that there was a horde of gypsies a lot closer to him than Oliver, Cat, Kaelan or anyone else of pure Irish blood that was worth a damn. One of those gypsies, truthfully the one that was probably the most dangerous of the two, just happened to turn the corner backstage at the same time as him and run square into his chest. A pale arm swung in his direction, which he caught and twisted, his large hands clamping down around the tiny wrist. Female, he recognized without even looking. And she didn’t smell afraid like Amber had when he’d run into her. In fact, the wet, sticking feeling of Saliva hitting his face affirmed that.

“Take ya fuckin hands offa me, dog.”

Without realizing he was doing it, he actually released his hold on her wrist, recognizing the voice that belonged to Queenie. His eyes finally lowered to look at her and immediately he recognized what she had gone through. Makeup could hide bruises made by a fist from the average eye, but anyone who knew what to look for could see the hints of swelling around her cheekbones.

“Still lettin’ the big cunt have his way with yeh, eh? Can’t say I’m surprised. Deep down I think yeh fockin like it, bein the little dog who does exactly what she is told.”

They both knew that wasn’t the case. He didn’t trust her and he was fairly certain that she didn’t trust him. Why would they? He was an Irish dog in her eyes, and to him she was a gypsy cunt who was trying to weasel her way in where she didn’t belong. She had planted seeds in Kaelan’s head that he couldn’t remove. All he could hope to do was twist her loyalties and help Oliver tear the gypsy kingdom down brick by brick.

“Aye, ya dunnae fucking know owt bout it, cunt? Huh? Ya cannae even keep a lil girlie safe. Big bad Dylan more like Big Fucking Failure.”

“I am what I fockin am, lass. At least I fockin embrace it. What do yeh do? Queen o’the fockin Gypsies focked by some giant cunt who doesn’t deserve a fockin thing he has? Who’s the fockin failure again?”

Queenie stays silent for a moment, her dark eyes piercing him to the core and still he doesn’t flinch. For a second she runs the tip of her tongue along her lips as they curl into a smirk.

“Ya owe me somethin..”

Dylan responds with his own smirk.

“I don’t owe you shite.”

Queenie steps towards him and traces her index finger from his lips, down across his chin to his throat and his chest, never breaking eye contact with him until her finger stopped at his abdomen and drew a simple circle before pulling her hand away.

“Ya do. And ya gone pay me back soon enough. I cannae wait to see what’s inside of ya, lil Irish dog. Want to give me a sneak peak tonight?”

If her words fazed him at all it didn’t show, he simply had his gaze locked on hers, refusing to look away.

“Yeh couldn’t make me make a sound if everything yeh hold dear depended on it.”

She reached up and grabbed hold of his beard, tugging his head down to her level roughly. Leaning in towards him, she drew a breath of air in, smelling him tauntingly.

“We’ll see, pup. We’ll see.”

Without another word, she relinquished her hold on his beard and strutted away, turning her head back towards him.

“Good luck in yah match tonight, dog.”


Marissa Nichols: I’m here with Eric Weaver. A man who will be making his debut in Legacy Wrestling and is also his first professional wrestling match.

Eric waves at the camera as he puts on a friendly smile. Marissa looks on trying to get a read on the new wrestler.

Marissa Nichols: So Eric tonight’s the biggest night in your wrestling career, are you nerves?

Eric Weaver: I wouldn’t say nerves. I feel excited, I been waiting a long time for this day and here we are.

Marissa Nichols: I heard that you are one of the wrestlers that train at Icebox MMA gym, how has that been working out for you?

Eric Weaver: Yes I have, I appreciate Honor Pro Wrestling CrusierWeight Champion Chris Air for taking the time to inform me of the gym. Chris spoke very highly of the gym and rightfully so. Since my first day there I realized an establishment like that is what I was missing and needing in order to become a top superstar.

They have taken my under there wing sort of say. Now its time to show them how grateful I am by going out there tonight and giving it 100%. I want to make those trainers proud; they work hard on making sure I as well as others here stay in top shape. I hope the Legacy fans realize that the gym is making us all better which means better matches.

Marissa Nichols: So the gym has you prepared for tonight’s triple threat match?

Eric Weaver: As prepared as one can be. It wont be easy trying to beat those guys but I don’t plan on being someone thy can just walk over neither.

Marissa Nichols: I see, well I know your match is up next so good luck out there as you may need it facing both Cletus Walker vs. Dylan O'Brien.

Eric Weaver: Well thank you, I look forward to facing them.

Eric weaver nods, and starts to heads to the locker rooms



Friends in low places by Garth Brooks hits, as the fans begin to buzz. Cletus, alongside his lovely wife Bambi push past the curtain and step onto the top of the ramp. The married couple kiss, before heading down the ramp, and toward the ring. Once they reach the bottom of the ramp, Cletus rolls into the ring, whole his wife takes her place at ringside.

Art Foster: …. Is lovely really the word we’re going with?

Dylan emerges from the backstage area as the Irish National Anthem echoes loudly. He is in his usual attire of black jeans, his chest drawn on with as many racial, sexist and cultural slurs as he could fit. He pauses at the top of the ramp out of respect for his countries anthem before making his way down the ramp, rolling himself into the ring where he moves to his own corner and waits for the match to begin.

Art Foster: Is anyone else confused how this guy even got a contract?

Richie Miller: Are you kidding!? Look at him! This is gonna be AWESOME!

Take Five starts to play as we here the jazz beat coming we see Eric Weaver coming from the curtains.

"Won't you stop and take
A little time out with me
Just take five"

Eric waves at the fans as he walks down the ramp.

"Though I'm going out of my way
Just so I can pass by each day
Not a single word do we say
It's a pantomime and not a play

Still, I know our eyes often meet
I feel tingles down to my feet
When you smile, that's much too discreet
Sends me on my way"
Eric slides in the ring from underneath the bottom ropes.

"Wouldn't it be better
Not to be so polite
You could offer a light
Start a little conversation now
It's alright, just take five
Just take five"
As the music fades we see Eric holding his right hand in the air as he looks over to the crowd.

Art Foster: And here comes Mr. Personality himself...

Richie Miller: Hey, be nice; the fans don’t seem to mind him…

The official brings all three men together to go over the rules once more with them before calling for the bell. Dylan wastes no time in wrapping his huge arm around the skull of Cletus, dragging him across the ring he slams him face first into the turnbuckle, not once but four times, the official eventually stepping in nervously., he attempts to caution Dylan who stares the official down and slams Cletus’ head into the turnbuckle once more with a laugh before dropping him to the canvas.

Meanwhile, Eric has been watching this little display with his arms folded over his chest, Dylan turns to face him now, actually stepping ON Cletus to pass him, he kicks him with his heel encouraging the man to roll onto the apron, as he does so,Dylan continues to approach Eric, holding his arms open and welcoming him.

Eventually Eric and Dylan are toe to toe and Eric swings from Dylan, landing a hard left but Dylan simply laughs and nods his head slightly, swinging and landing a left of his own, but pairing that with a punch to the kidneys with his right hand, the air knocked out of Eric with an oomph noise as Dylan then smashes his elbow into the nose of Eric, who takes a step back to cover his nose,

Art Foster: Oh, that had to hurt!

Richie Miller: Well, Cletus is still out on the apron,seems Dylan is taking no prisoners here tonight…

Eric and Dylan lock up and the smaller Eric uses his ring experience to hook under and shove
Dylan off of him, forcing the brute onto the backfoot Eric is quick to take at him with a european uppercut, the sound of his slap bouncing off the broad, hard chest of Dylan echoing through the arena, Eric nails and second and then a third, Dylan barely moving as the slap of skin and skin continues to echo.

After the third, Eric stares at Dylan who stars to laugh, running a hand over his now red chest he the pie faces Eric! Forcing him a few steps back before bouncing him off the ropes and straight into a clothesline, which Eric actually ducks at the last moment!

This time though, Dylan catches Eric on the bounce off the ropes and grabbing him with his mitts around Eric’s head he headbutts him hard, Eric staggering back obviously seeing a few stars as Dylan grabs him again, this time though he BITES the head of his opponent and Eric lets out a shocked yell as Dylan sinks his teeth in..

The official cautions Dylan again, but again he just laughs as he shoves Eric away who now holds his head, a horrified look on his face. Eric goes to argue with the official, pointing at his head and mimicking a bite, obviously outraged by what has happened.

Richie Miller: Oh my god did he really just do that?

Art Foster: Haha, if nothing else the Irish make a night interesting…

Eric takes advantage of the situation and slams into the back of Dylan’s head, the force and shock forcing him to take a knee as Eric is on him, turning hos foot to nail a couple of hard kicks the Dylan’s skull… Eventually Dylan drops to the mat and rolls away…

Before Eric can follow him to the outside, Cletus finally finds his feet and runs at Eric, unfortunately he runs right into the sole of the mans boot and hits the canvas out once more, Eric drops to make the pin but only gets a one count before Cletus kicks out. As Eric rolls off of Cletus and questions the kick out, his hands suddenly slap down on the mat as from the outside Dylan grabs him by his ankles and drags him out under the bottom rope.

Eric jumps up to his feet and the men begin trading blows once more, Dylan just laughs and shakes his head, running at Eric, he sloppily slams a shoulder into Eric's gut, managing somehow to duck it down at just the right moment but doesn't stop running until her drives Eric into the security barrier. As the two men collide with it, there is a loud thud followed by a moan from Eric, who slides down the barrier to the floor, throwing a hand behind him to hold his back.

Dylan straightens up with a smirk her turns and rolls back under the bottom rope, sitting up on his toes he watches as Cletus gets up and turns around to him, as Cletus approaches him Dylan springs up and slams the back of his head up and under the jaw of Cletus, the man falls back out cold as it connects, a little blood dribbling over his lip, Dylan stands over him laughing to himself.

Art Foster: What is he doing? Why isn't he going for the cover?!

The official kinds of indicates at Dylan to cover who looks confused for a moment, before he shakes his head slightly and bends down, wrapping his forearm around the throat of the out cold Cletus, he throws him around a little within the confines of the hold like a rag doll. The official takes a knee to check on Cletus who is obviously already out, he picks up his arm and drops it and Dylan yells at the official asking him what he's doing, the official shakes his head and calls for the bell.

Joseph Mayes: Your winner via Submission - Dylan O'Brien




Rayne Young is already in the ring waiting as we return from a commercial break.

The Russia National Anthem plays over the arena speakers as the fans in the arena get tot heir foot to boo for the The Russian Crusher as he comes walking out waving a Russian Flag as they boo him which causes a smile to form over his way. He walks down towards the ring.

Joseph Mayes: Coming to the ring at this time, from Mother Russia, weighing in at 304 pounds he is The Russian Crusher, Vladimir Khreschev!

He stops mid way down the ramp and waves his flag high in the air as the Russian National Anthem plays as the fans look at him with hate. He stomps his boots against the medal of the steps as he gets into the ring and again waves the Russian flag high in the air.

Art Foster: Here we go….this Russian is an angry angry man…

Richie Miller: He’s a bug dangerous man and Rayne Young is in trouble

Rayne stands a bit taller than Vladimir but Vladimir is twice as wide. Rayne laughs and throws a punch right away, Vladimir eats it and slowly turns back, Rayne hits him again and again and again with right hand after right hand. Rayne backs off and hits the ropes exploding into Vladimir who backs up from the shot. He looks at Vladimir again and hits the ropes for another shot, Valdimir this time ducks, picks Rayne up and slams him down hard.

Art Foster: Wow….

Richie Miller: Vladimir is a powerhouse…

Vladimir steps around Rayne and smiles as he bends down and pulls him up by his hair, he hits a vertical suplex before rolling his hips getting to his feet and hitting a neckbreaker. Rayne is down and Vladimir roars. Pulling Rayne up with a growl her wraps his huge arms around him and locks in a bear hug, shaking Rayne about and forcing the air from his lungs..

The official check on Rayne who is still conscious and refuses to submit, throwing a few elbows back he eventually catches Vlad in the nose with one, forcing the huge Russian to release Rayne and drop him to the canvas.

Art Foster: Khreschev is relentless tonight….

As Rayne finds his feet once more, he turns around into Vlad who takes him down with the MOTHER RUSSIA! Powerbomb, hooking the leg for a three count.




The screen cuts to the outside loading dock area in the back of the Legacy Arena. The camera slowly pans on to a large metal dumpster where shuffling and banging can be heard. The camera creeps closer and closer to the lip of the dumpster before the lid flies open wildly and clangs against the back wall.

: Dammit! I need air!

A young woman emerges from the dumpster with pieces of trash littered around her clothes. She takes the flashlight in her hands and places it in her teeth as she wipes off some grime away from her cheek bones.

: Snack time!

She says taking the flashlight out of her mouth and digging a hand into the dumpster to fish out a half empty bucket of popcorn. Without even checking if it’s fresh she crams a hand full of popcorn into her mouth munching wildly with pieces flying out of her mouth as she spits out the kernels.

: Wait a sec….

She clicks the flashlight on a brighter level and fishes down in the dumpster some more submerging herself to where only her feet are seen sticking out of the metal dumpster. She eventually emerges with a few pieces of paper stapled together. The camera pans to the side as the letter head reads LEGACY CONTRACT. The girl pulls out a pen from the back of her pants and licks the tip before placing the paper on the metal side to write on it.

: Mary…. Jane… dammit thats not how you spell Jane… Braxton…

The crowd watching in the Legacy Arena pop and cheer loudly for the girl as she signs her John Hancock onto the contract and goes through the rest of the packet of paper initialing over the blank lines. She has a delighted grin on her face as she folds up the papers and stuffs them into her bra… She turns to the camera with a wink.

Mary Jane: I’ll be seeing you guys real soon….

She dives back into the dumpster and closes the lid as the camera slowly fades to black and into a commercial break.



"Stacy's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne starts and Bolas strolls out with a shirt on over his suit that says "My other rise is your mom". He claps hands with the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He climbs up the outside and takes off the shirt, tossing it into the crowd. The fans cheer as he flips into the ring and goes to a neutral corner, waiting for the match to start.

Joseph Mayes: Now in the ring, he stands 5’5 and weighed in a 160 pounds from Asbury Park New Jersey Bolas De Arana

Art Foster: The enigmatic high flyer Bolas De Arana is here!

Richie Miller: I’m pretty sure Sebastian Archer has eaten steaks bigger than this kid…

Shoot to Thrill hits the speakers and Sebastian walks out onto the stage. He looks out over the audience with a cheeky smile, as he walks down the ramp, he pauses to wink at a woman in the front row, laughing slightly at their reaction. As he reaches the ring he jumps up onto the apron and slides into the ring, he walks across the ring

Joseph Mayes: Now coming to the ring from the gold coast Australia, he stands 6’6 and weighs 265 pounds...Mr Dreamtime SEBASTIAN ARCHER!

Art Foster: He looks like he could eat Bolas alive…

Richie Miller: And still have room left for dessert

They stare each other down and Sebb laughs pointing at him before sizing him up, Bolas tilts his head and launches into Sebb with low kicks to her thigh, Sebb holds his leg and limps as he keeps slamming them in over and over again, Sebb swings wildly and Bolas ducks under and hits the ropes before springboarding off and hitting a dropkick, Sebb steps back holding his chest but doesn’t go down, Bolas hits a spin kick to Sebbs stomach doubling him over, he hits the ropes and hits a one legged dropkick to the face sending him down.

Richie Miller: Wow Bolas is crazy fast!

Art Foster: I know right?...the spider kid is amazing…

Bolas pops up and calls for Sebb as Sebb struggles to his feet holding his head bolas runs, walks up the ropes and then leaps off with a flip going for a blockbuster neckbreaker, Sebb though drops to one knee at the last moment but somehow Bolas lands on his feet and then as Sebb turns he throws his body back with a pele kicking Sebb in the face making him stumble to the ropes. Bolas gets up fast and hits a front dropkick to Sebbs chest sending him down to one knee.

Richie Miller: Bolas hes Sebb on the ropes! Literally

Art Foster: Sebb just...he doesn’t seem to be able to get a hold of him…

Bolas hits sebb with some more kicks but as he steps forward for a roundhouse Sebb catches Bolas’ leg and picks him up by it slamming Bolas down hard, Bolas bounces off the mat and holds the back of his head, he ro9lls over and crawls on all fours, Sebb reaches down and deadlifts Bolas off the mat with amazing strength carrying him around before hitting a gutwrench suplex slamming him down hard, he pins 1…..2...Bolas kicks out.

Archer pulls Bolas up, shoves him into the ropes, picks him up and slams him down hard with a spinebuster. Bolas again bounces off the mat and Sebb covers 1…..2….Bolas kicks out. Sebb looks a little frustrated and pulls Bolas up into the uranage backbreaker bending him across his knee. The crowd ooo’s as Sebb again pins 1…..2….again bolas kicks out.

Richie Miller: He needs to keep the guy down

Art Foster: Easier said than done…

Sebb pulls bolas up and goes for the sweet dreams, he picks him up and Bolas slips down behind him, Bolas leaps up and kicks him in the back, Sebb stumbles forward into the ropes and Bolas then hits a spinning heel kick taking seb down, he climbs to the top rope and hits the 630 senton! He pins 1….2….3



Were backstage and we see Marissa Nichols with Eric Weaver again. Eric is all smiles. Marissa smiles at Eric before looking at the camera to address the crowd

Marissa Nichols: I’m here again with Eric Weaver, so you just had your first wrestling match ever, how do you feel?

Eric is all smiles as he is happy to finely call himself a wrestler.

Eric Weaver: Oh Marissa, I feel great, it wasn’t about winning or losing for me tonight. I was more focused on showing my skills to the staff in the back, the wrestlers, and of course the fans of Legacy.

Marissa Nichols: Well I would say you did just that. You did well out there. I saw a few take notice on how you were in the ring.

Eric Weaver: That’s good to hear, the boss signed me to a match. She gave me a chance to prove myself, I just hope Sophia Bailey can see the potential I have and will book me again soon.

Marissa Nichols: Well after the type of match you put out there and the fact that she is watching this, I think you may be in good shape. I’m sure you will get at least one more match soon.

Eric Weaver: To be honest, that’s all I can ask for. If Sophia wasn’t impressed then I hope she can give me another chance. If she liked what she saw then I just want her to know that any time she wants to book me she can. I will show up and always give it my all.

Marissa Nichols: Well there you have it, Eric Weaver a man who hopes he can be the future of the company.

Eric nods while waving at the camera



Richie Miller: And Whin is in the ring ready to start us off…

Art Foster: And here comes the man everyone has been talking about…

The lights in the arena go out, a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as a man, wearing a black hooded jumper stands on stage. The man stares down at the ground, the hood covering his head. He slowly removes the hood, allowing his hair to fall onto his shoulders. He unzips the black jumper, and dumps it on the ramp before stretching his arms out to each side. He screams to the crowd saying "I am PerZag, and I am The Worthiest of All'. He slowly walks down to the ring as the crowd give him mixed reactions. He stares at the people in the front row as he makes his way down the entrance ramp. Upon reaching the ring, he steps up onto the apron, and pauses, staring out around the crowd. He steps through the ropes and walks straight to a corner of the ring. He crouches in the corner, and rests his head on the middle turnbuckle. He looks up towards the heavens, and points his hand upwards too. He stands up, and brings his hand down, slapping it across his chest twice before turning around to prepare for the match.

Richie Miller: Well, the man sure knows how to make an entrance…

Perzag and Whin meet up in the middle of the ring and Perzag does not wait for the bell, beating his opponent down hard and fast without hesitation the offical quickly calls for the bell to be rung as Perzag literally beats his opponent down to the canvas with hard lefts and right.

Whin lies flat on the canvas as Perzag reletnlessly takes his boot to him now, driving him into the canvas violently and without refrain. Whin is essentially defenseless as Perzag continues to rain down shots upon him, Perzag drops to his knees beside him to now land fists to the head and face of Whin.

Art Foster: Oh my god! Perzag is not holding back!

Richie Miller: Perhaps he is looking to send a message….

Perzag mounts Whin and begins to beat on him again, fists flying like crazy, eventually he pulls back and steps away from Whin who is lying on the canvas a bloody mess.. The official drops to his knees and checks on Whin..

He steps away and walks to the side of the ring, calling something out;

Joseph Mayes: Ladies and Gentlemen, it has been determined that Michael Whin is unable to continue, the winner of this match is PERZAG!




Respect by Devour the Day begins to play over The Legacy Arena speakers as it was time for the chairman of Honor Wrestling to make his way down to the ring. Everyone was expecting an announcement as to what the outcome of the Morrow-Perzag match was. He comes walking out smiling as the crowd claps and cheers him, he touches hands with some of the fans before reaching the ring and being handed the microphone from the ring announcer.

Art Foster: The chairman of this company is here tonight to tell us the outcome of the main event from out last show, to let us know if Perzag will be joining Morrow and Raven who was just drafted to the big show at our first supershow.

Richie Miller: To be honest, Alexander Raven shouldn't be given the chance to fight for the title because he was called up. And with Perzag he shouldn't be able to demand his way into a match.

Art Foster: Raven earned the chance to fight for the championship like everyone else in the tournament, he still has that right to win the championship Richie. With Perzag, him and Morrow added something called a stipulation and well the outcome of that match is about to be announced to everyone right here tonight.

Richie Miller: Still stupid, Aiden Morrow should be the Legacy Champion, neither PerZag or Alexander Raven deserve to be in the same ring as Morrow.

Art Foster: Whatever, let's here what the boss has to say, ok?

Zack Goldman stands in the ring with a smile as he brings it up to his mouth.

Zack Goldman: You know, since hoping Honor Wrestling and then Legacy. People have said you can't do this or you can't do that but I'm here to tell everyone in the back that you CAN achieve whatever you want. Last show, we saw the birth of the Legacy women's divison when Sarah Twilight defeats Allison Sullivan to become the first ever Legacy Women's Champion. At the first supershow of Legacy, entitled New Wave..there will be men inside a ring wanting to grasp the Legacy Championship to have their name wrote down in the record books as the first just like Sarah Twilight...but there seems to be an issue with our last main event. I took everything under advisement and I talked it over with my management and in complete fairness...we have came to the conclusion that the main event for New Wave for the Legacy Championship will be Alexander Rave vs Aiden Morrow...

The fans cheer loudly

Zack Goldman: Vs...Perzag...

The fans erupt into a roar as the match has become a three way.

Zack Goldman: So there will be a three way dance to determine just who will become the first ever Legacy Champion at New Wave. New Wave will be on October 30, 2016..between now and then there is one show left..let's make it a great one folks. Enjoy your evenings..

Respect by Devour the Day plays over the arena speakers once again as he waves to the crowd from the middle of the ring as we head to a commercial break.



Joseph Mayes: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

The lights start flashing purple as "Daddy's Falling Angel" by In This Moment starts to play. Amber walks out as she stops at the top of the ramp. She is nodding her head to the music, before she stops. She soon looks up at the sky, as she points up to it, before bring her finger down in a downward spiral, like its falling from the sky. She starts to walk down to the ring, before she slides in under the ropes. She hops up, as she heads for her corner. She climbs it, as she sits on the post, waiting for the match to start.

Joseph Mayes: Now coming to the ring from Miami Florida, standing 5’3 and weighing 123 pounds AMMMBER OWENS

Art Foster: The lovely Amber Owens ready to compete here…

Richie Miller: The Legacy womens division is warming up….

“Watch Me” begins to play as Alyssa walks out to the top of the entrance ramp and she smiles and waves at the crowd before jogging down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans. She hops up onto the ring apron and rests against the ropes as she looks out at the crowd with the smile still on her face. She steps in between the middle and second rope as she gets into the ring and heads over to the opposite side of the ring and looks out at the crowd and waving at them before heading to her corner and waiting.

Joseph Mayes: Now coming to the ring from west palm beach florida, she weighed in at 120 pounds ALLLYSSA DREEWWW

Richie Miller: This should be an interesting match

Art Foster: Two great young talents in Allyssa Drew and Amber Owens?..i’ll say…

The bell rings and Amber and Alyssa go at it right away swinging with right hands as they grab one another by the hair. The crowd seems to go nuts as they connect over and over. Alyssa hits a hard shot to Ambers face that staggers her back, she runs in for a clothesline but Amber ducks and hits the ropes, as Alyssa turns around Amber slams into her with a running forearm taking her down.

Amber pulls Alyssa up by the hair before spinning her around and dropping down in a neckbreaker. Amber quickly slides into a pin 1…..2..Alyssa kicks out.l Amber wastes no time in pulling her up to her feet and whipping her across the ring, Amber ducks and Alyssa stops and kicks her in the chest standing her up before leaping in the air with a dropkick sending Amber down.

Art Foster: Equal start so far…

Richie Miller: This seems to be a feeling out process….

Alyssa stomps Amber down on her arms and legs walking around her before leaning down and grabbing a leg spinning around in a toehold. Amber slides back reaching to the ropes and her fingertips get there causing the referee to break the holod. Amber pulls herself up and Alyssa stays on the attack catching mbers arm as she goes for a clothesline and spinning her into a hammerlock.

Richie Miller: Alyssa Drewn is a submission and hold expert she’s an old school type wrestler…

Art Foster: But Amber owens is quicker than a hiccup and can hit from all alngles…

Richie Miller: Drew’s best bet is to ground Amber here so she has limited movement…

Amber ducks and grabs Alyssas leg pulling her down and through causing her to lose balance, She hits the ropes and as Alyssa gets up she slams into her with a yakuza kick sending her down. She pins 1….2..Alyssa kicks out. Amber pulls Alyssa up and goes for a running bulldog, Alyssa shoves Amber off making her hit chest first into the turnbuckles, she steps back and Alyssa locks in a crossface chicken wing.

Art Foster: Uh oh!..this isn’t good…

Richie Miller: A chicken wing!

Amber struggles as Alyssa keeps it locked in, she pulls back hard trying to choke her out, Amber though puts her feet on the second rope and kicks back landing on top of her in a pinning predicament 1…..2….Alyssa kicks out! Amber rolls over and to her feet as does Alyssa but Alyssa ducks under Amber, sweeping her legs out fron under her with a baseball slide, she rolls her up in a schoolgirl and makes the pin 1...2..3!

Richie Miller: Wow, Alyssa stole that victory there!

Art Foster: She got the W and in the end, that's what the history books remember.



Backstage we Alicia Lukas stands with a trainer talking as he rolls her shoulder and then holds pads for her to hit, after a few hard shots he gives her a nod and she takes off her gloves bouncing up and down.

Chris Cane: You ready for this baby?

She smiles and looks up with a nod.

Chris Cane: You sure you're ok?...

Alicia sighs and throws her pads and gloves in her bag before turning and sitting down.

Alicia Lukas: I'm good...my dad is out there though boo...first time...I'm nervous...he's there...my opponent is trained by Chris Night and everyone is telling me she's "just a rookie"....i'll be fine....just thinkin....

Chris nods and there's a knock on the door signalling for her to get ready.

Chris Cane: You got this baby....I believe in you....

He turns and backs out of the room as Alicia sighs.

Alicia Lukus: Atleast someone does....



Joseph Mayes: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

Blow by Ke$ha hits the speakers and Mikayla steps out onto the stage, all in black with her hair braided down her back. She makes her way down the ramp, smiling over her shoulder occasionally to the fans. As she reaches the ring she leans up and grabs the ring rope,pulling herself onto the apron on her knee... She stands up, running her hand over the middle rope before bending at the waist, she places on foot over the rope and into the ring, glancing at the camera with a smile, she bares her fangs before slipping into the ring.

Art Foster: This young lady has certainly made an impact…

Richie Miller: It’s brilliant her being in Legacy as that’s what she is. A Legacy…

Art Foster: A trainee of Chris Night the number one draft pick in Honor…

LL Cool J's mama said knock you out blasts and Alicia Lukas walks out from the back in a pink silk boxers robe with black trim. Lukas embroided on the back with a hood up. She makes her way to the ring and walks up the steps getting in before sliding the robe off showing her ring gear. A skin tight pink fight dress with black knee pads and kickpads with taped fists. She stands in her corner pacing back and forth..

Joseph Mayes: Now coming to the ring from ST louis Missouri standing 5’9 and weighing in at 145 pounds ALLLLIIICCCIIIAAAA LUKAS CANE

Art Foster: Alicia has been on quite a roll in Legacy…

Richie Miller: Two wins and a match where she didn’t get pinned….

Art Foster: And congrats to the young lady on her recent marriage to Honor star Chris Cane…

Richie Miller: I still don’t get that….

The bell rings and they get face to face, Alicia a little taller. The bell rings and they lock up right away, Mikayla tries to throw Alicia’s arms up and go behind but Alicia simply ducks and hits a double leg takedown against the corner turnbuckles before picking Mikayla up and slamming her down. Mikayla spins out to her feet and hits Alicia with an armdrag takedown. They both pop up and Alicia leaps up hitting a dropkick. As they both get up again Mikayla leaps forward taking Alicia with a clothesline.

Art Foster: Wow these two aren’t screwing around

Richie Miller: No kidding….

They both lock up again, this time Alicia shoves Mikayla into the corner, the referee calls for the break and as Alicia steps back she then goes to hit Mikayla with a right, Alicia ducks under the right hand and spins around just in time to hit Alicia with a hard bitch slap sending her back. Mikayla smiles showing off her fangs and Alicia holds her cheek staring daggers at the rookie. She goes after Mikayla lunging at her feet for a takedown, Mikayla though keeping a cool her steps sideways and drops an elbow into the side of Alicia’s head rolling her into a pin 1….2...Alicia kicks out.

Art Foster: Close call there by Mikayla…

Richie Miller: Alicia was able to kick out but Mikayla hit her with a brutal shot…

Alicia starts to get to her feet but Mikayla slides in and lays in with a few hard right hands before hitting a knee drop as Alicia lays on the mat, Mikayla keeps on the attack with a few elbows and then she pulls her to her feet and hits a snap suplex before flipping back and over onto her feet standing with a foot on either side of Alicia before she backs up and grabs Alicia’s legs hitting the slingshot catapult sending her into the corner.

Art Foster: Wow that was some impact…

Richie Miller: The rookie is rolling…

Alicia stumbles out and Mikayla picks her up into the sit out side powerslam she calls the Greshniki Rey, she hits it and pins 1…..2...3

Art Foster: And Mikayla picks up a second win.



Art Foster: Dutch is out here, ready to start us off...

The arena lights go out, and a red light shines from the stage. The words “PARIAH” flashes on the screen as the opening beat of Jedi Mind Tricks “Suplex” echoes over the PA system. He walks onto stage-with a hood over his head, just silhouetted by the lights. He throws his right arm in the air, as the crowd erupts. He heads down to the ring-keeping his head down, before he climbs up onto the apron. He holds his arms out to his side-and slowly brings them forward into a pair of guns-before throwing his hood back. He climbs into the ring as the music begins to fade.

Richie Miller: Hardcore fans will already know who this man is; he's here in Legacy to revitalize his career...

Dutch and Pariah meet in the middle of the ring and the official goes over the rules with them, both men nod their heads in agreement and the bell is rung, the shoulder and hip hook from the start, Pariah dropping his elbow to the face of Dutch several times over, forcing him finally back onto the backfoot and break the lock hold. Pariah pulls him back in for a belly to belly suplex, Dutch bounces off the canvas as Pariah throws him easily, bouncing back up to his feet, as Dutch takes a knee, Pariah kicks at the back of it, forcing Dutch back down to the canvas.

Pariah is quick to pull Dutch back up and into another Suplex, this time he keeps Dutch on the mat and goes for a pin, 1...2...kick out!

Art Foster: John Pariah nearly picked up an early victory there.

John is first to his feet and he leans back, watching Dutch who slowly gets to his feet a little wearily, leaning back against the ropes as he stands, he uses them to propel himself forward; Pariah calls the move though and Dutch is met with a boot to the face, sending him back down to the mat hard, Pariah is on him instantly and landing hard kicks to the ribs with a small toe punts to his rib cage and around.

Dutch crawls around the ring as Pariah follows him still occasionally taking kicks to the ribs at him; finally Pariah decides to pull Dutch up from the canvas, hooking under with a Fishermans suplex he again takes the man back to the canvas for another pin 1...2

Art Foster: OH! So close that time… Pariah is about ready to wrap this up.

John nails Dutch with the Mirakuru, hooking the leg for a three count.



The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Joseph Mayes: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 148 pounds, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!

Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory among ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.

Art Foster: Hey it’s our women’s champion here in Legacy…

Richie Miller: This should be good….

girls just wanna have fun plays as Dixie comes out on the stage. She tosses both hands above her head and different color confetti falls. She skips down the ramp hugs some fans then slides in the ring jogging in place.

Joseph Mayes: Coming to the ring standing 5’5 weighing in at 125 pounds from nashville tennessee Dixie Cane!

Art Foster: Dixie is a sweet girl but she can go…

Richie Miller: She’s the baby sister of Chris Cane…

The bell rings and Twilight runs across the ring attacking Dixie, she hammers into her with cheap shots beating the young girl down yelling at her. She pulls dixie up and hits a snap suplex before popping up and stomping her down, dixie gets close to the ropes and the referee pulls sarah back yelling at her to calm down. Twilight shoves the referee away and goes back on the attack stomping Dixie down and picking her up for a ddt.

Art Foster: Sarah Twilight right on Dixie Cane here

Richie Miller: From behind though

Sarah pulls Dixie up and grabs her face yelling at her, she then tries to set her up for the twilight zone. As she does Dixie kicks her legs and lands behind, Sarah turns and Dixie slams in a hard european upper cut, then another and another before hitting the ropes and taking Twilight down with a clothesline, Dixie pumps herself up and hits a snap suplex to a pin 1….2...sarah kicks out. Dixie stays on the attack pulling twilight up into a snap suplex, twilight hits hard and Dixie pops up

Art Foster: Wow Dixie on fire here…

Richie Miller: She is a cane….

She leaps forward hitting the superkick before grabbing her into the falcon arrow she calls the dixie driver! She pins 1….2….3!

Art Foster: What an upset!

Richie Miller: Dixie did it!

Dixie pops up and celebrates as the fans go insane, Dixie runs around the ring and smiles wide until the crowd boo’s seeing Sarah attack Dixie from behind, she stomps Dixie down over and over yelling back at the referee.

Richie Miller: Oh come on you lost get over it!

Art Foster: This isn’t right…

Sarah calls for Dixie to get up as she stalks her, the crowd has a mixed reaction as Alicia Lukas runs out and slides in the ring , Sarah turns and attacks Alicia who ducks and takes her down with a double leg, Alicia slams in some hard right hands and Sarah pushes Alicia off, they get to their feet and Alicia ducks a shot from sarah and she leaps up and hits the parting shot on twilight to a huge pop. Alicia helps dixie up and gives her sister in law a hug as they stand over twilight.


Joseph Mayes: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

"Fallen Angel" - Three Days Grace blares over the PA system and Aiden Morrow walks out to the top of the entrance way and the fans begin to cheer. He smiles and holds his arms up out in the air horizontally while soaking in the crowd. He then walks down the ramp before sliding into the ring. Aiden then jumps up onto the turnbuckle and raises his hands in the air before hopping down and waiting in the corner for the match to begin.

Joseph Mayes: Now coming to the ring from SunValley California, standing 5’11 weighing 195 pounds AIIIDEN MORROW….

Art Foster: The exciting high flying sensation

Richie Miller: This kid has some skills….he has control over his body that alot of others can only dream of…

The bell rings and Aiden moves around Teo who seems to stand there with a grin on his face. They lock up and Aiden grabs Teo’s arm twisting up and under into a top wristlock. Teo drops to one knee and rolls over his shoulder before going to the side and popping back up to his feet reversing the pressure now holding Aidens arms. Aiden though drops down and pulls Teo up and over with an armdrag. They both pop up and Teo takes Aiden down with a side headlock, Aiden kicks his legs and reaches for the ropes.

After a few moments Aiden hooks his legs around Teo’s head and pulls him down, Teo rolls back and kips up to his feet from the head lock, Aiden to gets up and they lock up again but this time Aiden grabs Teo in a headlock and Teo right away backs into the ropes shoving him off. Aiden hits a shoulder tackle and then hits the ropes to the side causing Teo to roll under him and pop up, he leaps in the air and Aiden runs under he comes off the ropes hitting Teo with a running enzuguri.

Art Foster: Damn that was amazing…

Richie Miller: These two are so quick it’s astonishing….

Teo stumbles to his feet as Aiden grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the corner, he runs in after him but Teo grabs the top rope and spins up and around landing behind Aiden facing the other direction, he runs to the ropes getting a head of steam before leaping in the air hitting a hurricanrana sending Aiden across the ring, Aiden rolls to his feet near the ropes, Teo runs in and Aiden low bridges the top rope, Teo falls over but lands on the apron, Aiden though hits a pele kick sending Teo off the apron to the floor.

Richie Miller: PELE!

Art Foster: Teo is down on the floor!

Aiden slides from the ring and goes after Teo, Teo though snaps out of his daze and grabs Aiden by ris ring gear pulling him into the barricade. Aiden’s head snaps back and Teo slides in the ring, as Aiden recovers and backs away from the barricade Teo comes flying back out of the ring on rtop of Aiden with a suicide dive. Both men lay on the floor outside as the fans cheer.

Art Foster: Teo leaving the ring with a suicide dive!

Richie Miller: That was insane.

Teo is the first one up now, he grabs Aiden and rolls him into the ring before leaping on the apron. He grabs the top rope and measures Aiden up for something, He springboards off with a crossbody, Aiden though catches him with a knee to the gut as he comes down he pins 1….2..Teo kicks out, Aiden though grabs Teo’s arm and locks him into his Aiden lock. Teo though begins to struggle against the move.

Aiden, feeling Teo pull, yanks back a little firmer and cuts off Teo's means of breaking as the ropes become untouchable; Teo yells out and struggles a little more but Aiden simply keeps the pressure on, pulling back again and Teo has no choice but to tap, as soon as the bell is called, Aiden breaks the hold and rolls up to his feet, a huge smile on his face as the official raises his arm in the middle of the ring and the Pride logo fades us out.