[Fade up from black, to the interior of an arena filled with fans. By the looks of it, the building holds no more than three thousand people at capacity, which is easly what's on hand tonight. Hanging high up above the crowd in the rafters are a couple of banners with the new L-PRO logo on them. In the center of the arena floor sits the wrestling ring, slick black aprons with a slate grey canvas, white ropes and black ringposts. Over the PA system comes a voice, and one we haven't heard in a while. It's that of Amy Marshall, former UWF announcer and newly minted L-PRO play by play commentator.] AM: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the President of L-PRO and the manager of day to day operations, the iron man of wrestling commentary... DAVID ROGERS! [The crowd begins to cheer, loud and appreciative, as "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath hits the speakers. It's clear this crowd is built tonight on nostalgia, and they pop loudly as David Rogers emerges from the back. The entrance stage is modest, far more modest than the old UWF stage though also reminiscent. A small stage sits on the floor with a video wall at its back, and a small rampway leads to the aisleway towards the ringside area. Rogers steps out from the entry way to the side of the screen and waves to the crowd with a smile on his face. Dressed in a blue suit and tie, the response he receives clearly touches him. A few claps of outstretched hands as he walks down the aisle and up the steps into the ring. With a microphone in hand, he prepares to address this first ever L-PRO crowd, but they're not ready to let him just yet. "WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!" Dave soaks it in and laughs. It's obvious he's missed this adrenaline rush too, ever since the demise of the mighty UWF. Raising the microphone up to his mouth slowly, the crowd begins to quiet a little.] DR: Before we get started... it's good to be back. [POP! The crowd agrees with the sentiment.] Now I know that a lot of you here have known me for years as the voice of the UWF, but long before 1996 when we began that wonderful ride, I was a wrestler in my own right. Not what you would call a great wrestler, but this city, Toronto, is where I made my living for many, many years. So when I had the opportunity to do play by play for that young, upstart new company, I jumped at the chance. It meant I had an opportunity to secure my legacy in the wrestling business. And I'd like to think I did a pretty nice job when I did. [The crowd cheers loudly once more as Dave takes a slight pause. It's just enough for another chant to start up, because in 2015 that's what crowds love to do. "I-YURN MAN! I-YURN MAN! I-YURN MAN!" Once more, he grins.] DR: You make a humble man very proud to have been your voice for sixteen years. [POP!] But this is not about me. Tonight is not about me, it's about the continuing legacy of all the wrestlers in the back right now, as well as all of those who have come before. This company, LEGACY Pro, is the legacy of another wonderful organization that was near and dear to my heart. Starting tonight, the name L-PRO is going to stand for the best that professional wrestling has to offer. They will give you their blood, their sweat, their tears... they will give you everything they have. THIS... is LEGACY Pro. [At the conclusion of his statement, a blast of pyro up above the ring explodes and a new banner, this one much bigger than the ones in the corners of the arena, unfurls and hangs proudly. Bearing the full LEGACY Pro logo, Rogers gazes upwards at it with a smile on his face, and then hands the microphone off as "Iron Man" starts up again.] ______ __ __ | __ \.----.-----.---.-.| |--.-----.--.--.| |_ | __ <| _| -__| _ || <| _ | | || _| |______/|__| |_____|___._||__|__|_____|_____||____| LEGACY-Pro Arena >-< May 30th, 2015 [We cut to a wide shot of the arena again, casting over the crowd of thousands here dressed in all sorts of apparel. Some are wearing the brand new colors of L-PRO while others are wearing more familiar looking merchandise from yesteryear. But one thing is for sure, they're all fired up right now. Once more, the voice of Amy Marshall breaks in over the scene.] AM: And we are off! Welcome everyone to the inaugural edition of LEGACY Pro Breakout! As you can see, we're kicking things off in style here. That image of David Rogers I'm sure will go down in history as the first of many great moments here in what we've affectionately dubbed L-PRO Arena! [And with that, we cut down to the announce position to the left of the entrance stage. Seated behind the commentator's desk is Amy, wearing an L-PRO t-shirt and a smile on her face. Long flowing red locks of hair are down past her shoulders now, the couple of years long hiatus has obviously done her good. To her right is the final piece of the Holy Trio, color commentator Sam Steeley. Sam is dressed like one would expect, black leather jacket over top of his own L-PRO shirt, and jeans.] AM: Welcome to Toronto, and welcome to Breakout! For those of you who're watching for the very first time, I'm Amy Marshall, and next to me is Sam Steeley. We are your L-PRO announce team, and without a doubt we're looking to carry on the fine traditions that man you see right there began almost twenty years ago. [The shot switches back to show David Rogers again, walking up the aisle to the back. He stops and points over to the announce position with another smile, and it's a point that Amy returns.] SS: You know, I started that long ago too. Where's my ticker tape parade? AM: Where's your resume of unparalleled broadcasting excellence? SS: Oh sure, bring _that_ up. AM: Don't worry, I'm sure when all is said and done by the time you're ready to retire, a lot of people will be celebrating your exit. The president will be back later on in this show with news on the championships here in L-PRO and how they're going to be decided. But for now, we have so much to get to tonight, and a lot of great action headed your way too. And first up we have a wrestler by the name of Danny Holden preparing to make his L-PRO debut. You might remember Holden as the first and only MBC: Alamo City heavyweight champion a couple of years ago. He's standing by in the backstage area with another familiar addition to the LEGACY Pro broadcast crew, Stan Thomas. Take it away Stan. [The camera fades in to see LEGACY Pro backstage reporter Stan Thomas, wearing his typical dark blue suit, microphone in hand, standing in the locker room. To the left of him is a tall, gangly man. He has shaggy black hair, and a boyish face. Acne dots his skin, and he could pass for a tall high schooler. His red jacket is zipped up, and he's wearing black shorts and boots. He grabs a bottle of Aquafina as Stan begins speaking.] ST: Folks, I'm here with Danny Holden, making his LEGACY Pro Debut. Now, Danny is only 22, but he's been wrestling since he was a teenager. Danny, you must be excited to finally be here in Legacy Pro, and is there anything you want to say to the fans out there? [Danny opens the bottle of water and takes a swig. When he speaks, his voice is a little more high-pitched than a 220 pound man is expected to be, and it even cracks once as he speaks.] DH: Stan... good to see you. I am looking forward to making my debut- and so should the fans. Because they are in for a treat. I am Danny Holden, I am 22- and I am the greatest wrestler any of them have ever seen. [Danny takes another drink of water.] DH: Let me repeat that. I am the greatest wrestler any of them have ever seen. [Stan raises an eyebrow] DH: One more time- I.Am.The.Greatest.Wrestler.Anyone.Has.Ever.Seen. [Danny points to Stan] Including a man who's been in the sport as long as you have Stan. ST: Danny's is showing a lot of confidence going into his first Lega- DH: Oh, no, Stan. That's not confidence. It's reality. I expect great things from myself. When you combine my athleticism, my skills, and my mental strength, it's a combination that is unbeatable. [Danny points out from the backstage area towards the door leading to the arena.] DH: In that ring? No one is better than me. No one is my equal. And tonight is going to be the first of an undefeated streak that is going to showcase my dominance. ST: That attitude is not going to win you many fans, Danny. DH: Heh. Well, the person with the better attitude doesn't win the match. It's the person who is the better wrestler. And there's no one better than Danny Holden. [Danny sets the bottle of water back on the locker shelf] DH: Time to do what I do better than anyone else. [Danny walks off to get ready for his match, leaving Stan alone as the camera fades back to ringside.] AM: No shortage of confidence at all from the young wrestler. SS: Considering he's backed up everything he says so far, I think he's allowed to be confident. The man was all of twenty when he won the southwest championship, and now he's got even more experience under his belt. I can't wait to see what he can do here. AM: That's a sentiment shared by a lot of fans, even if they don't like him, they do respect his talents. Let's get to the ring. __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / LEGACY PRO BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- OPENING MATCH: Danny Holden versus Stephen Edge ----------------------------------------------------------- [The lights dim, and a single spotlight shines at the top of the ramp. The scraggly voice of an old man speaks.] Man: I have seen many extraordinary things in my life. I have seen children born and men killed. I have seen storms that would blow over houses, snowstorms that turned the world white, and the moon so big that I thought I could reach out and grab it. But today... today is a day that I will remember forever, that I will tell my children and grandchildren. For today, I have seen the Greatest Wrestler on Mother Earth. [The orchestral music of "Chariots of Fire" by Vangelis thunders over the PA System. After a moment, out steps Danny Holden. He's a tall, skinny wrestler. And young- he still has some acne on his forehead underneath his shaggy black hair. He's wearing black shorts and boots with a red jacket. He raises his arms in the air, ready for the fans to bask in his greatness. He doesn't get it- the boos and catcalls reach his ears quickly, and his face twitches into a petulant frown. He walks down to ringside as the music plays, taking off his jacket and putting it on the ringside table, then rolling into the ring and does some stretches as the music fades.] AM: He seems a touch delusional, to make that a part of his entrance. SS: It's not just a catchphrase. It's his way of life. [Holden stands in the corner nearest the timekeeper's position, while his opponent, Stephen Edge, stands across from him. LEGACY Pro's ring announcer, Bill Chapman stands in between.] BC: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! To my left, hailing from Madison, Wisconsin, he weighs in at 222 pounds... DANNNNNNNYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOLLLLDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN! [Holden barely flinches as his name is announced, the crowd isn't totally sure what to make of him but if they had to guess, they don't like him much.] BC: And his opponent! From Silsby, Texas, weighing in at 251 pounds... STEPHENNNNNNNNNN EDGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEE! [Edge, more of a fan favorite here, raises an arm in acknowledgement of the crowd. Chapman ducks out of the ring, and the referee signals for the bell.] AM: And we're off, with our very first match in L-PRO history! This feels like a historic moment, Sam, doesn't it? SS: Sure does. First idiot to get his ass handed to him by the greatest of all time. AM: Oh brother. [The match begins with a lockup, but Holden is quick to take over with a headlock and begins to work his opponent over with a couple of quick switches and go-behinds. A clothesline to the back of the head puts Edge down, and Holden keeps him grounded with a standing armbar and for good measure drops a couple of knees into his side. As the crowd tries to start a chant to rally behind Edge, Holden cuts him and them off by pulling Edge up only to hit him with a northern lights suplex for a two count. A bodyscissors with a half nelson applied keeps him down further, though the plucky young fan favorite rolls through to the ropes to force a break. A running kneelift softens him up for an irish whip across the ring, but Edge holds onto the ropes and it's Holden rushing forward for a charge. A loud pop as he's caught with a forearm and then a hiptoss right over the ropes to the outside as Edge tries to mount some offense, kicking Holden in the head through the ropes before slipping to the outside apron. But that's where the rush ends as Holden ducks a broad kick and catches the leg, whipping Stephen Edge downwards against the side of the ring. Stunned, a running jumping kneestrike leaves him even more dazed as Holden returns to the ring finally, drags Edge from the apron back into the ring fully and picks him up for a hammerlock slam, bending his arm behind back on impact. A few knees into the shoulder now softens Stephen some more, and although he does gamely fight back to a standing position Holden hits another go-behind and DRILLS him into the mat with a vicious dragon suplex. Opting not to hold for a pin, he rolls into a cross armbreaker, Holden's top signature move and Edge submits quickly while the ref calls for the bell.] BC: Here is your winner... DAAAANNNNNNNNYYYYY HOOOOOOOLDENNNNNNNNN! ["Chariots of Fire" starts to play and the crowd boos heavily, as Holden takes a few seconds before releasing the hold. Getting back to his feet his arm is raised in triumph, but the look on his face is clearly one that he's not impressed.] SS: Now do you doubt him, Amy? AM: Oh I didn't doubt that he could win this match. But I'm doubting that he can do it without being a total jag about things. Nonetheless it's an impressive debut for the man here in L-PRO, Danny Holden picking up the victory on the maiden edition of Breakout. [Holden leaves the ring with his music playing, ignoring the crowd to large part as he picks up his jacket and heads back towards the locker rooms. In the ring, Stephen Edge is sitting up, clutching his shoulder and grimacing. The house lights flicker, dim, then wink out completely. A small portion of the crowd familiar with the light sequence acknowledge it with a smattering of jeers. The opening accordion of Gonjasufi's "Ancestors" begins swelling over the loudspeakers before making itself fully present.] AM: And it would seem we've got company. [The house lights return as Angus Andrews appears casually walking through the entrance portal. His buzzed hair is not close enough to disguise the grey, also giving away the deep scars on his forehead. A torn up Pride t-shirt with the sleeves cut off tightly snugs his torso while baggy black sweatpants fashioned into shorts dangle from his legs.] SS: Check out the t-shirt. I like this guy already. AM: I wondered how long you'd go before you dragged that out of mothballs. Folks, this is Angus Andrews, another star who's been signed to LEGACY Pro, although compared to the younger stars he's definitely an anomaly. He's a veteran in his later thirties, and while he's not scheduled for a match this evening, apparently he's got something to say. [Once reaching the ring, Angus rolls under the ropes and enters, sprawling on the mat while resting his head upon a bottom turnbuckle. After a moment, Angus props himself up from his laying position and asks for a mic, which he is granted.] ANGUS ANDREWS: You know, after years and years of being beaten over the head with steel chairs, going through tables and diving off balconies, a man has a tendency to forget a thing or two. It's the nature of the unique beast we call professional wrestling. A sport I have had the pleasure and agony of being a part of for nearly seventeen long years of my life. Many of those memories, good and bad, are smeared across mats all over the world. And I'd like to say that I regret none of it. But, if I did, I would be lying. [The jeers begin to simmer as Angus takes to center ring.] AA: Growing up in Easton, Pennsylvania, I had the privilege of bearing witness to some of the greatest northeast wrestling a kid could see in the nineties. Things no chair shot could ever make me forget. I watched Serge Annis become the first UWF Universal champion. [Cue some cheers.] SS: He knows his history. Reminds me of myself. AA: I watched the High Flyers win the United States tag team titles, then hang up the boots in front of an emotional crowd. [More cheers.] SS: Who? AM: Come on. I watched Crimson Joe Reed turn down a UWF World title shot and declare himself loyal to AEWA, beginning a classic rivalry. [Mixed pop.] AA: These men worked night in and night out to put a smile on my face, and millions of faces around the world. And through these moments, I fell infinitely in love with the greatest sport on Earth. So, when David Rogers called me up and asked if I'd be interested in joining the roster of LEGACY Pro, it got me thinking about what I've contributed to this sport over the course of my career. My own legacy. And I have to admit, it didn't put a smile on my face. [The crowd falls somewhat silent.] AA: I've broken bones. I've bled. I've been disqualified more times than some wrestlers have laced up their boots. I've ended careers. And for what? Attention? A pop? To prove a point? [Angus begins a short pace, eyes on the mat.] AA: Throughout my career, I've felt like I was owed something. I felt like I had paid my dues, and I needed to be assured it was worth it. As time went on, I burned bridges. So many, in fact, that I had no other choice but to pack my bags, move to Japan, and do things that have made this thirty-seven year old man possess the body of a seventy year old grandfather. SS: Wait, is he one of those demon spirits? AM: Quiet. [A slight wince finds its way to the face of Angus.] AA: And when the smoke cleared, and I returned to the States, I had a chip on my shoulder so large it was weighing me down. I began running my mouth, taking shots at anyone who would listen. Hell, I even campaigned for a run down in Texas for a promotion with a lineage that has shut so many doors in my face that I've lost count. Needless to say, I made a lot of enemies. In the end of it all, what do I have to show for it? Nothing but medical bills I can't afford. [The crowd almost comes off as sympathetic for the once violent maniac.] AA: All I ever wanted from this business was validation. I did anything I could to get it. Anything but compete honorably. And because of that I have never held a major title in my entire career. Something I've pretended to care less about for a very long time. But, I do care. I care more than you can imagine. [A smattering of cheers pop up in various sections of the arena. Angus looks out to the audience, not quite smiling, but with a gleam in his eyes that has not been seen by many in years.] AA: Which is why I am out here tonight. Not to ask for forgiveness. Not to piss and moan about my blotchy career. I am out here for one reason. To declare to all of you here in Toronto and over the airwaves, that I, Angus Andrews, the broken down misanthrope of professional wrestling, _WILL_ be a heavyweight champion before he hangs them up. And Angus Andrews _WILL_ do it right here in Legacy Pro! [Ambition pop. Angus Andrews drops the mic and slides out of the ring. He remains focused as he makes his way up the aisle and we return to commentary.] AM: Wow, some strong words from Andrews, who's had a checkered past in wrestling so far. You have to admire his convictions though, the crowd seemed to be a little bit touched by him. SS: He sounds like a guy who knows he doesn' have anything left in the tank anymore and needs to retire but can't. It's been nice knowing you Andrews, see Peggy on the way out for your severance package. AM: I doubt very much that's the case, Sam, or he wouldn't be here in L- PRO. [Pause.] Peggy? SS: She handles the gate, and parks the cars. AM: There's no valet, Sam. SS: Then who'd I give my keys to? [Fade in to see two men, standing against a wall with the new LEGACY Pro logo. On the left is a tall, lanky Arab-American with curly black hair and a small soul patch. He's wearing a t-shirt with a tuxedo painted on the shirt, along with jeans and tennis shoes. On the right is a shorter, stockier bald Caucasian man also sporting a small soul patch. He's wearing a New York Rangers jersey, jeans and sneakers. The man on the left speaks first.] Sal: Legacy Pro... we're back! I'm Salih Mubarak. Max: I'm Max Weinrib, and together, we are Max and Sal. Sal: Now, after PVW closed, we were rather despondent. Apparently, there's a glut on the market for Pro-Wrestling Title belts. Max: Who knew? Fortunately for us, we managed to get a lead on an opening up here in Toronto. Sal: Now, here's the part where we tell you what to expect from us now that we are in Legacy Pro. Max: But why tell you... when we can show you. [Begin with an explosion as we then cut to a series of video clips. As the theme from "Game of Thrones" plays in the background, we see Max lifting up an opponent into a bearhug- and Sal delivering a superkick to the raised opponent... Cut to Max hammering away at an opponent, delivering a series of heavy forearms to knock him down... Cut to Sal outside, in a sunny day, looking down.] Sal: I don't think this is a good idea... [The camera pans back to see that Sal is standing on the roof of a two story house. On the driveway is a wrestling ring, and there's a crash test dummy in the center of the ring. Max, sipping a lemonade, stands just outside the ring.] Max: It's just an elbowdrop! Don't be a wuss... [Max gets trapped into a double suplex by a pair of brutes while Sal poses with some very attractive women in the front row, seemingly oblivious to his partner's peril. Former PVW mainstay the Masked Maniac pounds the keys of a grand piano like the second coming of Ben Folds. Back in the ring, Sal struggles to get free of a cobra clutch while Max chats with some (new) very attractive women sitting in the front row, seemingly oblivious to his partner's peril. Cut to a biker bar -- and "Mandy" begins to play on the jukebox. The bikers glares and growl at the boys.] Sal: [points to Max] His fault. Max: Oh, you sonofa-- [Cut to Max and Sal, peering around a corner. For some reason, both men are wearing oversized sunglasses. They nod to each other and duck back behind the corner. Cut then over to a news clip of New Jersey governor/gasbag Chris Christie behind a podium pointing very angrily at a picture of Max and Sal with their heads "X"ed out. The caption "BANNED" is underneath it. Back to Max and Sal...] Max: Bigger? Sal: Bigger. [GRATUITOUS EXPLOSION!!!] [Cut to Max and Sal trading shots with the Prophets of Rage in the middle of the ring. Cut to Max and Sal, each in a separate bumper car, driving quickly across the screen with terrified looks on their faces. A few seconds later, about twenty cars, each manned by a small child, chase after them. Cut to Max, sitting at a bar stool in a deli, as a Corned Beef sandwich the size of his head is set in front of him. Max breaks out in a grin and reaches for the salt as Sal (in the next seat) just shakes his head. Cut to Max and Sal driving down the highway in Sal's 2006 Honda Accord, past a sign that reads "Toronto 218 miles" Cut to Max and Sal standing on the side of the road, arguing with each other next to the same Honda Accord that is spewing smoke from the engine. Cut to Max and Sal standing on the side of the road, hitchhiking. Max holds up a makeshift cardboard sign that reads "HEADING TO LEGACY PRO IN TORONTO. NON-SMOKERS." Cut to Max and Sal, their heads down, carrying duffel bags, walking down the highway past a sign that reads "Toronto 216 miles". As we fade to black... GRATUITOUS EXPLOSION!!!] SS: I feel dumber for having watched that. AM: You probably ARE dumber, but don't blame Max and Sal for that. Years of video footage back me up on this. The L-PRO tag team championship is sure to be hotly contested, we've got several incredible teams already signed on the dotted line here and that includes the one we just saw as well as the one we're about to see in the ring, the team known collectively as Greatness. Before we get to our next match though, I've just been informed that there's a change in the schedule tonight.Apparently one half of our main event hasn't bothered to show up tonight. SS: Bonn, right? What a loser. AM: Actually no, it's his opponent. We were supposed to have a match between "Nighthawk" Michael Bonn and "Up All Night" Pablo O'Connor as the main event this evening but apparently O'Connor has not yet arrived to the building. I'm not sure what's being done with the match at the moment but the second we hear something I'll let you know. Typical, that coward not showing up for the first day of work. SS: You've never had faith in him, Marshall. AM: And with good reason to anyone who's ever spent a minute with the man. Let's get down to the ring. __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / LEGACY PRO BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- TAG TEAM CONTEST: Greatness versus The Brothers Russo ----------------------------------------------------------- ["Chase" by Giorgio Moroder comes over the PA system and the crowd instinctively pops a bit, and when two familiar looking wrestlers emerge from the back the reaction is decidedly more mixed.] BC: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, making their way down the aisle, from Chicago, Illinois and Las Vegas, Nevada respectively, at a total combined weight of 454 pounds, the team of "EPITOME OF EXCELLENCE" CHRISTOPHER MICHAELSON and "PERSONIFICATION OF PERFECTION" TYLER ROSE... THEY ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRE GREEEAAAAAAAAATNNNNNNNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! [With names like that, the crowd is even more disliking of the team, as Michaelson in a robe leads the way, with Rose following behind him. They've both got that veteran smirk on their faces, eyeing the ring where their opponents wait.] AM: Anyone who knows anything about wrestling knows who these guys are. Christopher Michaelson and Tyler Rose have been wrestling for about twenty years each now, and have had numerous successes in singles wrestling as well as in tags. Former EWA Tag Team Champions, now looking to show that the future of pro wrestling may just have some competition with the past. SS: Usually I'm all about the young guys, but these two are damn near legends out of time. It's great to see them here competing, I think they're my pick to win the tag titles in LEGACY Pro. AM: That's a bit premature, we don't even know how the titles are going to be awarded yet. SS: Just give them to these guys, easy peasy. [Michaelson is in the ring first, stepping through the ropes and laughing in the direction of the Brothers Russo, giving them very little respect. His partner climbs the outside turnbuckle lifting his arms up to the crowd but receiving a negative reaction. Climbing down into the ring he stands beside Michaelson, who's shedding his robe and handing it to a ring attendant. The referee checks to make sure the teams are ready, and calls for the bell as Michaelson and one of the Russos, Tony, steps to the outside apron.] AM: A little gamesmanship from Greatness, let's hope that doesn't come back to bite them. SS: Please. The schlubs they're fighting didn't even get an entrance. [At the bell, Tyler Rose squares off with Ellis Russo, but slips out of a lockup attempt and smirks at him, pointing at his head and making the younger wrestler mad. He charges right into a hiptoss takedown and then a standing dropkick, as Rose flexes for an unappreciative crowd and in the background, Tony Russo shakes his head in disbelief at his brother. Ellis does what he can to try and get back up, but walks into a headlock and then gets shot into the ropes for a backdrop next. Rose is barely breaking a sweat here, and tags out to his partner quickly. Michaelson, the larger of the two wrestlers, drags Ellis up by the head and hits a scoop slam before taunting Tony and prompting him to try and break into the ring. With the referee occupied Michaelson holds Ellis up for a forearm shiver courtesy of Rose from the apron, and Greatness thus far is living up to its name. A swinging neckbreaker puts Ellis down again, and the crowd starts to boo Greatness just for being so good now. Outright laughing as he delivers a running knee to the side of the head, Michaelson grabs Ellis and drags him to his own corner by the legs, tossing him in a heap at Tony's feet.] SS: Still think it's too much to just give them the belts? AM: Yes. SS: Bah, you have no vision. [In the ring, Tony Russo tries to mount a comeback for his team and walks into a back elbowsmash by Michaelson.] AM: Neither will he if he's not careful. [Holding the bridge of his nose, Russo is taken to the mat and held by the legs, Michaelson leaning back to get a tag from Rose who springs over the ropes with a rolling knee to the stomach. The hits keep coming as Rose dares Tony to get back up only to blast him with a crescent kick to the chin. Sinking to his knees, Rose snaps him down with a german suplex into a near three count, but Russo manages to get a shoulder up just in time. For the first time in the match Rose has something on his face other than a grin, irritated at his opponent not giving up. Trying to hook him for a DDT Tony shoves him off, and Rose turns as he's propelled backwards and from the apron Ellis hits him with a sudden kick to the back. It gets a warning from the referee, but more importantly Tony catches a double underhook and tries to suplex Rose out of his shoes. Michaelson is there however and catches his partner, keeping him out of harm's way. Slapping his hands together to portray a legal tag, the referee turns around as Tony Russo is met with a double clothesline. Ellis is mowed down with a charging elbowsmash from Rose and knocked to the floor as Michaelson picks Tony up for a powerbomb and hoists him up onto his shoulders. Quickly Rose scales the ropes as his partner gets in position, and turns a 3/4s facelock into an impressive shiranui down to the mat far below, spiking Russo for a three count. A loud pop from the crowd despite themselves, all for the impressive finisher, and Rose rolls to his feet while Michaelson taunts the crowd.] BC: Here are your winners... GRRRRREAAAAAAAAAAATNESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! [The winners show little empathy for their fallen opponents, kicking them out of the ring before taking a few moments to bask in the crowd's disgust. Rose leaves the ring first, Michaelson following behind as they walk towards the locker rooms taking time to taunt fans along the aisleway.] AM: Not that many fans here tonight but you can't deny they were effective. Greatness off to a good start here in L-PRO, and you have to think they'll at least get a look at by the championship committee. SS: When did being humble ever equal greatness? You know what equals greatness? Greatness equals greatness. AM: That was even harder to follow than usual. Let me guess, you like Rose and Michaelson? SS: The better question is how can you _not_ like them? AM: As it happens, pretty easily. Now this next team on the other hand, I happen to enjoy quite a bit. [Fade in to a video clip of a tag team standing in the ring. On the left is a man with an athletic build, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, brown eyes, and wearing a a pair of brick red tights and white wrestling boots. On the right, a muscular man with a black crewcut, brown eyes, and wearing a black singlet with matching kneepads and wrestling boots. We then hear a voice over of somebody whose talking at a rapid- fire pace.] VO: When we started out, we made a lot of stops, we faced a lot of opponents, we stepped up to many challenges, and we had the highest of expectations, but just as it seemed we got into a groove, we had to move on. [We cut to a clip of the smaller wrestler in action.] VO: That's me right there showing everybody just how I can hit an opponent from all sides of the ring -- front, back, left, right, doesn't matter, I can come at you from anywhere. I can hit you with a high impact move, I can hit you from the top rope, I can come up on you from behind when you least expect it, and I most definitely am going to keep you on your toes. [We then cut to clips of the larger wrestling in action.] VO: That right there is my brother, and he's one of the hardest hitting guys you will ever take on. He can hit you with a right, or hit you with a left, or run into you like a freight train, or throw you around like a sack, or drop you down to the canvas like a bad habit. But as good as we are as individuals... [We then cut to clips of the two working together as a team.] VO: ...we are that much better as a tag team, as so many people found out when we first started. We learned so much, we gained so much, we experienced so much, but when it was apparent there weren't many opportunities for us here in the States, we headed to Japan, where we took on the best in the world and we did much more than just make our mark. [We then cut to clips of this tag team holding up a pair of titles, followed by a few more clips of them in action -- one would assume these are clips from Japan.] VO: There's my brother and I holding up the Major Japan Pro tag team championship, and we had to go through teams from all over the world just to get to that point. We gained more fans, we loved those fans, we wanted to do those fans proud, and we did just that, night after night, giving them nothing but the best, because they expected nothing than less than that from us. [We cut to more clips of the tag team in action.] VO: Then we knew it was time to make our way back to the States, visit the family, check out the scene again, and we found plenty of places to work in the States, and plenty of work in Mexico. And then, it just so happened, we got the call from a guy by the name of Tom Landis, who would give us the opportunity to perform on a national stage again, and we took him up on it. [And then we fade to this tag team standing in front of an L-PRO backdrop. The smaller of the wrestlers is to the left, the larger one to the right. The smaller wrestler is dressed in a white polo shirt and blue jeans, the larger wrestler is dressed in a light blue button-down shirt and khakis. The smaller wrestler speaks... he's the one that's been doing all the talking, folks.] Jimmy: My name is Jimmy, this here is Jack [motions to Jack], we are The Taylor Twins, we have signed with L-PRO, we are glad to be here, and we cannot wait for our first match, and to impress all the fans who have been waiting to see us in action on the national spotlight in North American again. Make no mistake about it, my brother and I are gonna make waves and make our mark and make our way all the way to the top, no matter what it takes! We look forward to it! [He then turns to Jack, who keeps it short.] Jack: Yeah... what he said. [Jimmy then smiles as the camera as we fade out.] SS: Oh come on, you think those two have what it takes to beat a team like Greatness? They're not even in the same area code. AM: Say what you will, but the Taylor Twins have all the skills in the world needed to take L-PRO by storm. The tag team scene is heating up already, and I can't wait to see what happens in the coming weeks with it. SS: All you need to know i- What is going on over there?! AM: What are you talking about, Sam? SS: There's a commotion going on over there in the crowd! AM: Where? SS: Over there! [The cameras pan around til they spot the scene: A MASSIVE man dressed in a charcoal colored suit with cherry colored tie, sunglasses and holding two objects wrapped in dark blue fabric under one arm, is clearing a path through the crowd.] AM: What the..?! That man.. He looks familiar. SS: I think there's someone following him! AM: Is that.. What?! That.. That can't be! [The commotion grows from a stir to a HUGE ROAR as the crowd becomes aware via a spotlight of the two people following the large man.] SS: Hey! They ARE here! AM: That's Pablo O'Connor and Stephanie Delacroix! [Indeed, the "Up All Night" Pablo O'Connor, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and black tie, and his wife Stephanie Delacroix, dressed in a cherry colored dresss suit and pink blouse and carrying an object covered in dark blue fabric, follow behind the large man with sunglasses as he leads them to the guard railing.] AM: Pablo O'Connor was supposed to do battle with Michael Bonn in our main event tonight but has been missing and so the main event was changed but.. here he is! SS: Maybe he was delayed? [The large man seperates a section of the guard railing and allows O'Connor and Delacroix to walk through to ringside before closing the section back up and following after them.] SS: Who is that big guy? AM: I'm not for certain because I haven't seen him in such a long time but I believe that is Kobus deVries! SS: Who? AM: He competed in IPW and HUGE amongst other places and around 2013 had been working as a bodyguard for these two when they did a small run in Chicago but.. No one has seen deVries in some time! [The trio climb up the steps onto the ring apron, O'Connor and Delacroix motion to KdV who holds the ropes open allowing both of them to climb into the ring before following in after them. The dastardly duo flash big smiles to the unhappy crowd before sharing a quick kiss. BOOS!] SS: So since they're here does that mean they'll be back in the main event?! AM: I don't know, Sam. I'd wager no one knows at this point but if they were delayed simply due to travel why would they come in through the crowd? SS: What is going on?! [Delacroix whispers something to deVries who nods his head, places the two mystery objects down on the canvas and then walks over to the ropes and demands a microphone, which he is promptly given. He hands the microphone to Delacroix, who hands him some folded bills, and then she hands the microphone with a glowing smile to her husband.] SS: What are all those covered things they're carrying with them? AM: Hopefully the answers to that and much more is forthcoming! [O'Connor smiles then goes to speak.] POC: Am I late to the party? Does this mess up everyone's plans? [BOOS] AM: So this IS on purpose, then. SS: Seems that way. AM: I don't know why I'm surprised by this. [O'Connor points to the Legacy Pro banner.] POC: LEGACY Pro! [He closes his eyes and smiles as if relishing the flavor of a fine wine.] POC: LEGACY! ... Legacy. The thing you leave behind after you shuffle off this mortal coil. Ever since I was contacted about being a part of this new promotion that word has been echoing around my head. It begs the question: What legacy am I leaving behind? [Pablo looks down at the canvas, pondering for a moment before lifting his head again.] POC: Multi-time Heavyweight champion. Multi-time Tag Team Champion. Started the Senor Cloak mask lineage. Lead a team of luchadores to lift the one and only La Copa de Atomicos in Mexico while dressed like a donkey. Oh, I am also the one and only notorious BASTARD in this sport of professional wrestling to ever win a two hundred man rumble! [BOOS] AM: Apologies to all our fans as I'm sure we will hear about that 200 Man Rumble accomplishment repeatedly every time they are on TV. SS: Oh, I've heard them go on about it while no cameras are around. It doesn't have to be on TV, you can hear about it anytime you want from these two. POC: Every wrestling history book written since 2001 and all to be written in the future will always have my name and my face next to the Toad Trophy because of that. My legacy is already AMAZING and everyone back there in that dressing room would sell their souls to the DEVIL to have one like mine. That is why they wanted my signature on the dotted line and that's why they wanted me in tonight's main event! But... It's not enough. [O'Connor shakes his head while the fans BOO loudly.] POC: It's not enough. Some people reach the top of the mountain, pat themselves on the back and begin the journey back down. But some of us don't look down.. We look up! Some of us dare to ask the question: What else has never been done before? What other history can we create? [Pablo pats his midsection and brings attention to the fact that under his suit jacket there is something strapped around his waist.] POC: Toronto, you're in the middle of LEGACY Pro's first show right now and that's great. History in the making and all of that. Bravo! But.. Have you ever seen a Legacy Crown? [CONFUSION POP] SS: We've got a crown here?! AM: I haven't heard anything about a crown. SS: Does it come with a sceptre? [Delacroix shakes her head with a smile while her husband waves a finger at the crowd.] POC: No. You haven't. No one has ever seen a L-Crown before because up til now such a thing has never existed, much less been thought of. It takes brilliant minds like ours to dream up such an idea. See, LEGACY Pro wants to pay tribute to the past by forging a new history in the past's name with a new bauble to represent it, and that's... cute. [BOOS] POC: We, on the other hand, want to take this Legacy idea step further. We want to take real history, legacies that already exist, and collect them like jewels on a crown. We want to keep on collecting til we have the richest collection of pro wrestling legacies blinding everyone with it's brilliance. Conveniently, we already have started collecting jewels in this quest. [O'Connor winks at his wife who flashes an evil grin as she pulls off the dark blue fabric on the object she's holding to reveal a simply beautiful championship belt in her arms that is intricately ornate and with cherry colored leather holding it altogether.] SS: What the heck is that?! AM: It's a beautiful championship belt. I think I heard something about it recently. POC: May of last year, Poplar Bluff, Missouri. Eight of the best wrestlers in the world competed to be crowned the first ever World Heavyweight Champion to be sponsored by delicious and refreshing Cherry Cola. [BOOS at the sponsorship plug while Delacroix runs her hand excitedly over the belt.] SS: Did you know that they get paid money every time they mention "Cherry Cola"? AM: Unfortunately, yes I already knew that. SS: How do I get in on that racket?! I'll mention it every other word! [O'Connor pats his chest.] POC: At the end of the night.. You know who ended up with it. [BOOS] POC: You're not impressed with that history, fine. Then feast your eyes on this beauty! [Pablo motions undoes the buttons on his suit jacket to reveal..?!] SS: That's the UWF Unified Television Championship! [UWF POP! And a sizeable share of boos from those that remember.] AM: Unfortunately this guy was the last man to hold that championship when the UWF ended operations. [O'Connor has a HUGE grin on his face as he nods his head at the Toronto crowd.] POC: The UWF Unified Television Championship! So many of the all time greats of our sport have held this belt but ever since that night in December of 2011, when I hit Tommy Stephens with the Cherry Cola Smash and reunited him with his favorite addiction... [HUGE BOOS] POC: Ever since that night in Cleveland, Ohio this has been mine! Randall Osbourne couldn't take it from me. John Shock couldn't take it from me. And no way on God's Green Earth could Brett Young ever take this from me. [BOOS] AM: Because you ran from him at every possible moment! SS: I don't think he can hear you, Amy. AM: They probably can't hear anything but themselves. POC: But before this belt was around mine or anyone else's waist there was another championship in the UWF that was fought over called the Rampage Championship! [NOSTALGIA POP!] POC: Later on there was another title competitors threw down over called the Meltdown Championship! [NOSTALGIA POP] AM: What is he aiming at? Everyone knows all of this. POC: Those two belts were merged together to create this one.. [Pats the belt.] But.. Rightfully, because those two championship belts were merged together to form this one and are part of this championship's history, since I am the current and reigning UWF Unified Television Champion then those two belts should belong to me. And when your manager is a pitbull in business negotiations and knows all the right loopholes and lawyers to let loose on a thing.. And also happens to be my lovely wife... [BOOS as Delacroix soaks in all the praise from her husband.] POC: Then you GET those two belts! [O'Connor walks over to KdV who is holding the two covered objects in his arms and one by one the Texan yanks the fabric off the objects to reveal...] [HOLY MOLY NOSTALGIA POP] SS: Well, look at that! AM: This jerk has possession of the UWF Rampage and Meltdown Championship belts?! He never ever competed for them! He has NO right to them! [Pablo and Stephanie are grinning ear to ear, well proud of themselves. Kobus remains stoic, betraying no emotions.] POC: UWF Rampage Championship! UWF Meltdown Championship! UWF Unified Television Championship! Cool and refreshing Cherry Cola's World Heavyweight Championship! Four jewels RICH with history and legacy to start the L-Crown, try and top that cute new bauble! [HUGE BOOS] AM: The NERVE of this jerk! [O'Connor holds his index up to the crowd.] POC: BUT, if you think THIS is history... Stay tuned for next time! [A mix of BOOS and curious cheers ring out from the crowd.] POC: Don't change that channel when LEGACY Pro's Breakout comes on because I promise you that on the next episode, you'll see history made once again as I will add another legacy rich jewel to the L-Crown live in HD TV full color! See you and history next time. [O'Connor tosses the microphone aside and joins his wife in soaking up the BOOS as they bask in their moment.] AM: They had the chance of a LIFETIME to help kick off a brand new journey in the very first main event of tonight's show but have SPIT on it, and all of us and all of the fans, by coming up with some idiotic scheme! SS: They're on a whole other plane next to us mere mortals, Amy. [As the pair begin to leave the ring, we cut up to the announce position, Amy looking extremely disgusted at what's going on.] AM: Pablo O'Connor never met a challenge he couldn't run from, and now he's walking around with four separate championship belts like they were Pokemon or something. SS: Pokemon? God Amy, I know we were off the year a few years but you _really_ need to get up to speed with things. 2000 called, it wants its reference back. AM: You're an idiot, Sam. I hope the championship committee doesn't dignify that display, and frankly for showing up late and ducking out of the main event he deserves to have his contract terminated. SS: What are you, nuts? And lose out on seeing the L-Crown expand again next time? AM: Don't call it that. Please don't call it that. [We cut to the backstage area of L-PRO Arena, and the camera catches sight of a huge man pulling a wheeled luggage bag. He's very tall, well over six feet, and is dressed in a nondescript grey hoodie, black sweatpants, and black sneakers. He notices the camera closing in and gives a polite smile and wave. Before the man can say hello, he is interrupted by the sound of a cellphone. He gives an apologetic grin as he reaches into his pocket to answer it. He pulls back his hoodie, revealing a handsome youthful face. His chestnut brown hair is pulled back in a ponytail, and his eyes are a bright shade of blue. This is recent addition to the LEGACY Pro roster Eddie Kirkpatrick.] EK: Hello? ... Oh hey Dad! ... No, I just got here. Haven't seen anyone yet. [He smiles warmly, listening to the phone.] EK: What's that?... No Dad, I don't think Max Landis is related to Hellraiser, but I'll ask him. I know... you want him to do the next "Wrestling Isn't Wrestling" about you. No... I think it was a one-off, y'know? [Eddie mouths a "sorry" to the camera as he listens patiently, the gentle smile still on his face.] EK: I know you and mom are proud of me, Dad. No, no... don't cry... [He stifles a chuckle, shaking his head.] EK: Nah, it's cool. But listen Dad, I gotta go... the cameraman is right here. [He looks surprised as he listens to the phone.] EK: What?! No Dad, I'm not gonna do that. No, I'm not attacking the camera guy. [A murmured "thank you!" comes from behind the camera.] EK: I don't need to "get heat", Dad. I know... things are different here, I... (muttering) Oh God... [Eddie's eyebrows raise in surprise. He pauses, looks into the camera and puts his hand over the speaker of his phone.] EK: He's cutting a promo. I can't believe it, he's actually cutting a promo. [He lifts his hand from speaker, his voice calm and even as he addresses his father.] EK: Dad, remember that talk we had with Dr. Loomis? About sharing and oversharing, and about boundaries? [His smile returns to its more gentle lustre.] EK: Yes, yes I know. Aranovsky stole your script. [His eyes roll as he shakes his head. His tone is mildly exasperated, as if he's been exposed to this diatribe a hundred times. He hasn't lost his patience yet though.] EK: Right, you messed up a lot, but you're gonna make them all pay someday. Got it. Listen, I gotta go. I love you, and give my love to mom, okay? [His large hand closes over the speaker once more. He addresses the camera.] EK: Aaaaand, he's crying again. [He returns to the phone, the smile still warm on his face.] EK: It's all good, Dad. You enjoy Colorado, okay? Have a brownie or two and relax like Doc Loomis suggested. [Eddie chuckles.] EK: Right on. Bye Dad. [Eddie puts the phone away, still smiling and shaking his head. The camera pans out slightly as a smaller lady comes into view...it's LEGACY Pro interviewer Cammy Magnus. She is dwarfed by the towering Eddie Kirkpatrick.] CM: Mr. Kirkpatrick? Hi, Cammy Magnus. Just a few quick questions if you don't mind? EK: Sure, no problem. CM: I understand you're one of LEGACY Pro's second generation wrestlers? EK: That's right. My mom appeared very briefly in the UWF. She's Katrina Kirkpatrick, or KK for short. I was trained by my dad, Cameron Black. Y'know... Caliban. CM: Is that who you were talking to on the phone? EK: Yep, that was him. CM: He's your stepfather, right? [Eddie grimaces slightly.] EK: I've never really liked that term. He's my dad. Maybe not by blood, but by bond, y'know? [Eddie smiles, stifling a chuckle.] EK: The years ain't been kind, but he still cuts a mean promo. CM: I understand there are rumors on the internet regarding your biological father. Would you care to address those? [Eddie sighs, the joy fading from his eyes. A sadness crosses his face for a moment. He shakes his head, brings his eyes level to the camera and for a moment, there's a flash of anger there. He takes a breath and evens out his voice.] EK: Let's get this out of the way. Yes, my biological father is Edmond Winston IV. I barely know him. The less said about that man the better. CM: There are also some more... outlandish... conspiracy theorists who claim that your arrival here is to herald his return to power. What do you have to say about that? [Eddie laughs.] EK: He almost destroyed the UWF with that Marshall Law stunt. You really don't give President Rogers or "Hellraiser" Tom Landis enough credit if you think they'll let that happen to LEGACY Pro. No, Cammy. I'm here to stake my own claim. Not the way my dad did it. Not the way the 'sperm donor' did it. I'm here to do things the right way. In the ring and by the rules. [He looks intensely into the camera.] EK: The name's Eddie Kirkpatrick. Remember it. AM: Now here's a man who embodies what this company is all about. The son of Caliban and KK- SS: No, the son of Edmond Winston the Fourth. Caliban's just been his caretaker. AM: Did you not just listen to Eddie there? He barely knows Winston, and as far as he's concerned the man was little more than a donor. He considers Caliban to be his father... and either way, his debut is hotly anticipated here. Next on the show is another look at the tag team scene, with two more teams that are sure to be making waves here. The Smash Brothers, and these gentlemen... [Scene: The bowels of the L-PRO arena. Stark grey concrete walls and non- descript machinery are the first things we see before the camera pans to the side to reveal Black Mass Forever (as identified by a graphic shown for a moment). On one side, "Hellspawn" Bruno Verhoeven, a heavily muscled behemoth. His left arm is heavily tattoed. Bruno's hair is shaved down to a crew cut, his face is covered in stubble. He is weaing long slacks covered in an urban camo pattern, black wrestling boots and black, fingerless gloves. Next to him is a much smaller Japanese man with bright, red hair. He is dressed in tattered, black jeans and a crimson t-shirt with some Japanese kanji on it and an equally worn black denim jacket. "The Oni Prince" Shingen Ushitan grimaces and the camera and walks out of the shot quickly, muttering to himself. The third man is their spokesman, "the Crown Prince of Vice" Billy Slice. Small and thin, with a drooping Fu-Manchu mustache, shoulder length, black hair and an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, Slice looks rather shifty. His outfit is a black track suit with purple highlights. As he starts to speak there is a manic quality to his voice and his hands are moving wildly. BS: What is a legacy? I'll tell you what. It is something that is handed down, something someone else cherished and loved dearly and now passes on down, to an heir to hold on to, to preserve. Something old. Something dusty. [Billy sneers, a crooked, arrogant expression.] BS: We ... are the new. We represent the Black Mass. More than a tag- team, more than a stable ... a way of life. A philosophy. We do not want to be handed things ... we _take_ them! We are not here to be loved or to celebrate some forgotten ideals ... old idols will be shattered and replaced. We will prove once and for all that the rules, the traditions, the very ethics and morals of yesterday are dead and gone, buried by new laws and commandments we embody. Aggression! [He raises his hands and seems to choke an invisible throat.] BS: Domination! Hatred, yes, HATRED! [In the back, Verhoeven lets out a low growl, more animalistic than human. An arrogant smile creeps onto Billy's face at the sound of that.] BS: Those are the values we bring to L-PRO. I bet you our opponents tonight have different thoughts about legacies. I bet you the teachers at Keening School of Grappling Arts have taught them all about revered traditions of the craft and the success stories of their elders. Those stories, those lessons won't help them tonight. The Black Mass Forever will take those lessons and make Stevens and Ross _choke_ on them! [Billy Slice takes a step back and Bruno Verhoeven lurches forward, his powerful chest heaving.] BS: Just look at this monster. The Hellspawn! Born and bred to bring pain and violence. He does not negotiate or preen or play. He obliterates, he crushes ... he _pulverizes_ our enemies! [Again, there is that low growl from Verhoeven, his eyes half-closed. His mouth is closed but his jaw is working. For a moment, the camera zooms in on a big greek letter, OMEGA, branded onto his left chest, then it pans back up to his face.] BS: And make no mistake, you are our enemies. Every single one of you, wrestlers, referees ... hell, we will deal with the timekeeper if he gets in our way. [Again, the camera whirls around and suddenly we are zoomed in on the grimace of Shingen Ushitani, eyes open wide and a grotesquely long tongue stretched out.] BS: "The Oni Prince" Shingen Ushitani has conquered and laid waste to the shores of Japan and the Black Mass has called him here, called him up, to deliver his brand of violence, his brutal, merciless ways to _strangle_ the opposition. [Ushitani slowly hides his tongue again and cocks his head to the side, almost a curious expression now. The he speaks. It is a deep voice, surprisingly booming for the man slender man. And it is Japanese. But sometimes, the tone is enough to transport a message. There is menace there and an unsettling trace of playfulness and challenge. He raises his hands to his faces as he utters his last phrase - "Kutabare!" ... then mimes scratching his faces with crooked fingers and black fingernails. Again, we return to Billy Slice, oozing smugness.] BS: You can feel it now, can you? It does not matter, really. Soon, you will see it. The cracked skulls, the splintered bones, the pools of blood ... you will witness our handiwork and submit to the Black Mass. Mercy is no virtue, cruelty is no vice and your desperation will be our ... _salvation_. [Billy raises his fist, ready to land a blow to the camera lens but we cut to static before that. Fade to black.] __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / LEGACY PRO BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- TAG TEAM CONTEST: Black Mass Forever versus The Smash Brothers ----------------------------------------------------------- BC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on their way to the ring at this time... [George Thorogood's "Bad To The Bone" comes over the PA system, and the crowd lets out a little pop! From the back comes two men, one dressed in a long black trenchcoat, boots and a bandana around his forehead. The smaller man is dressed in a more traditional singlet, maroon and white, with dark hair, and a matching headband and jacket. The smaller man is clearly built for power, and both make their way towards the ringside area.] BC: From Syracuse, New York and Sturgis, North Dakota, at a total combined weight of 560 pounds, the team of "LIKE A BOSS" MICHAEL ROSS and "HELL'S ANGEL" DARRYL STEVENS... THEEEEEEEE SMAAAAAAASHHHHHHHH BRRRRRRRROOOOTHERRRRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSS! [Stevens leads the way to the ring first, climbing onto the apron and stepping over the top rope. Ross slides in under the bottom ropes and rolls to his feet.] AM: Here we have the Smash Brothers, both graduates of the Keening School of Grappling Arts. SS: Oh god, they're Keenings? AM: Not by blood, but trained by the family. SS: Still worth a sterilization in my book. [The lights are dimmed as a quote by Malcom Mcdowell echoes over the PA:] "Inside every one us, there exists a dark side. Most people rise above it, but some are consumed by it. Until there is nothing left, but pure evil." [Then, Stone Sours "Reborn" kicks in.] BC: And their opponents! Accompanied by Billy Slice, from Berling, Germany and Osaka, Japan, at a total combined weight of 465 pounds, they are "HELLSPAWN" BRUNO VERHOEVEN... SHINGEN USHITANI... [Bruno Verhoeven enters first, tense and rigid, his eyes wide, his jaws working. Then, Shingen Ushitani saunters up besides him. "The Oni Prince" slowly raises his hands and theatrically covers his face with his palms, showing off his black fingernails. Abruptly, he drops the hands and grimaces psychotically into the camera, eyes wide and tongue stuck out Gene Simmons style. At this time, Verhoeven raises both of his arms and bellows out a howl of fury.] BC: BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK MASSSSSSSSSSSSSS FOREVVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! [Then, both men walk towards the ring. Only now, the "Crown Prince of Vice" Billy Slice rushes past them, clapping frantically. Verhoeven stops to stare down a particularly vocal fan.] SS: Those guys are the stuff nightmares are made of. AM: Black Mass Forever certainly does create an imposing image. Bruno Verhoeven is a beast. SS: He's so wild even his old man didn't want him. AM: Bruno is of course, the son of Otto Verhoeven, former IIWF World Champion. SS: Allegedly. [At ringside, Shingen climbs to the top rope via the turnbuckle and covers his face once more while Bruno Verhoeven climbs onto the middle of apron close and turns to the crowd, gives them the "thumbs down" gesture and with both hands and draws his hands across his throat afterwards. Billy Slice remains on the outside, cheering on his charges. On the other side of the ring, Stevens and Ross look on from their corner.] AM: This should actually be a very even match-up. Both teams are similar in size and composition, while Ushitani has the speed advantage for his team there's no telling what Michael Ross is capable of. Pound for pound he may be the strongest person on the L-PRO roster. [The referee tries to get control right away of the match, and it's the smaller members of each team who start things out. A cautious collar and elbow tieup leads to a hiptoss takedown by Ross, but Ushitani comes back quickly with a knee strike that catches Ross in the thigh. An armbar of his own and Ross is on the mat, but doesn't stay there for long when he avoids a jumping kneedrop and springs back up to land a couple of elbows to the face. Keeping control with some textbook slams, a backbreaker is Shingen's way out though with a quick snapping headscissors that drives Ross to the mat headfirst. Ushitani gets a tag out to Bruno, and the large man steals into the ring and grabs his opponent with a firm grasp of his skull, hoisting him up into the air before running him straight to the corner. A punishing series of elbows dazes Ross, and Bruno tries to run in for the quick kill with an avalanche only to see Ross sidestep it and lunge to his own corner for the tag. POP! In comes Darryl Stevens with a blistering right hand on Verhoeven, and the two big men for their teams exchange shots while the crowd pops them on. A whip to the ropes is reversed by Bruno, and Ushitani catches Stevens in the back with a leg strike that dazes him long enough for a release german suplex that takes Stevens off his feet. A two count is broken up, but both men battle for control again until a couple of reversed lift attempts ends up with the Hell's Angel dropping Bruno across the turnbuckle for snake eyes, and hits a running yakuza kick right afterwards. Before he can follow up it's Ushitani catching him with a springboard side kick though, rattling Stevens and following with another thrust kick before the referee escorts him back to the outside. Bruno pops up and doubles Stevens up for a turnbuckle powerbomb that shakes the ring on impact, but another kickout is met with apoplectic rage from the Hellspawn. On the outside, Billy Slice does his best to calm the rage of his client, who sets up for the Black Mass Forever lariat and strikes Stevens down. Unbeknownst to him however, Michael Ross gets the hot tag and returns to the ring, waiting for Verhoeven to turn around and barrels into him with his own lariat, the Mega Buster!] AM: DOWN GOES STEVENS! DOWN GOES VERHOEVEN! Here comes Ushitani now, Handspring Leg Lariat on Ross! [Shingen is the only one left standing, and grabs Ross to set up a hammerlock, snapping him down with a reverse DDT to the canvas. He goes for the cover but the referee reminds him he's not the legal man for his team, breaking the cover as Stevens lumbers back to his feet and tosses Ushitani out of the ring, landing on his feet on the outside, grabbing Stevens leg and holding him in place as once again Verhoeven roars up and catches Darryl with a running punch to the side of his head, dropping him through the ropes to the outside. With the two legal men again the only ones in the ring, Verhoeven grabs Ross by the hair and snarls in his face for showing him up moments earlier, throws him into the ropes and sends him flying into the air with a hanging flapjack. The impact is rough, and Bruno gives him little time to recover before trying to execute a spinning powerbomb but somehow Ross catches him with a headlock and runs his foe into the middle turnbuckle with a battering ram. The crowd pops, solidly behind Ross as his partner returns to the corner finally, yelling for the tag. But it's Michael Ross slapping on the Buffalo Sleeper, or trying to anyways before Bruno slowly works his way back onto his feet and flips Ross in front of him, thrusts him backwards into the nearest corner and on the shock of impact quickly ties him up with a straightjacket sitout powerbomb into the mat.] AM: THE FINAL LITANY! Bruno Verhoeven covers- One! Two! Three! Got him! [As "Reborn" hits the arena speakers the crowd boos, and Verhoeven slides out of the ring to join his teammate and manager in celebration now. In the ring, Stevens comes to his partner's aid, kneeling beside him and looking pretty pissed off at BMF.] BC: Here are your winners... BLAAAAAAACK MAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSS FORRRRREEEEEVERRRRRR! AM: That was quite the intense contest from two highly skilled tag teams, but tonight it's Black Mass Forever scoring the victory. I'm sure they'll both be figuring into the tag team championship scene around here as well. Quite a division brewing. SS: Those BMFers really have the chops to get it done. AM: Sam! SS: What? It's their initials! AM: Even so. Stay tuned folks, we're going to be learning how the championships in L-PRO will be decided by the end of the night. And in the meantime, we've got comments from the next competitors to be seen in the ring, Liam Donegal as well as Scott Masters. Let's take a look. (The scene opens at Bang Fitness in Toronto, Ontario, as a brown-haired man and an attractive blonde-haired woman in their early 20s finish a quick tour of the gym with one of its many qualified personal trainers. As the trio reaches the exit, the woman turns to the man with a questioning look.) WOMAN: "So, what do you think?" (The man takes a last look around.) MAN: "Well, it is close to the apartment and I do like the neighborhood." TRAINER: "We'd be glad to have you, Mr. Donegal, and you, too, Miss Carter. We've had quite a few pro wrestlers come through these doors and they've all been happy." (The man, now identified as new LEGACY Pro wrestler Liam Donegal, nods his head approvingly and the woman, his longtime friend and manager, MJ Carter, smiles as she hands the trainer a check.) MJ: "This should cover the first month for both of us and I'll have Liam's accountants send you a check for the rest. Meanwhile, can you recommend a good place to grab a quick bite? We're moving in up the street and most of our stuff is still in boxes." (As the trainer leads MJ to the desk and starts giving her directions, Donegal looks out the front window at Queen Street and nods his head at what he sees.) LD: "It's not Boston...but it'll do." MJ: "Sorry, hon. What was that?" LD: "I said it's not Boston, but you know what? It doesn't matter where I live as long as I'm doing what I love. Two years ago I was working part time in a place like this and training my ass off for my big break. Since then I've wrestled in LA and Las Vegas, I've won a national television championship, and I've worked with some of the biggest names on the independent wrestling scene. If Toronto is where I finally get my break, then Toronto is home." MJ: "I'm glad to hear you talk like that, Donegal. After your deals in LA and Vegas both fell apart, I was worried that you were ready to hang it up." LD: "Hang it up? Never. The guys who trained me...they trained me better than that. They taught me to be a warrior, MJ. They taught us to be warriors." MJ: "And now you've got a chance to show them how much you learned. Your first match in LEGACY Pro is on March 21st against a guy named Scott Masters." LD: "'Hollywood' Scott Masters, MJ, and they're calling him the Tinseltown Thriller." MJ: "He obviously hasn't seen what Hollywood's become these days, has he? Hookers, drug dealers, and a bunch of tourist trap stuff that nobody really falls for anymore." LD: "Oh, people fall for it, MJ. There's kids on buses right now, running away from home to make a name for themselves in Hollywood, even though only one in a hundred has even the slightest chance of success. But I'm not one of those kids and neither are you." MJ: "So prove it, Donegal. Show "Hollywood" Scott Masters what Liam Donegal is made of. Win your first LEGACY Pro match and show everybody what Liam Donegal and the Warp Spasm are all about." LD: "What about this Percy Childes character that Masters calls his manager? You think you can handle him on the outside if you need to?" MJ: "Let Percy Childes even try to stick his nose in your business during this match and he'll find out that what it feels like to have a pair of testicles in his mouth. They'll be his own, of course, and they'll be arriving there via my foot to the crotch of his pants...so, yeah, I can handle him." (Donegal smirks.) LD: "That's my girl, MJ." MJ: "Call me a girl again, Donegal, and you'll regret it. I'm all woman, remember?" LD: "I do vaguely recollect something about that. So, woman, did you get the name of a good burger joint or will we be dining on pizza again?" MJ: "As a matter of fact, our new friend over there gave me the name of a nice little bistro and oyster bar just a couple blocks from here. You game?" LD: "Am I game? MJ, I practically grew up at the Island Creek Oyster Bar on Commonwealth in Boston. Of course I'm game." MJ: "Good, because that check I just used to pay for our gym memberships tapped me out. You're buying." LD: "I knew there was a catch, but a man needs to eat. C'mon, let's go. We can talk about my match over some oysters and a beer." MJ: "Remember, Donegal. It's Canadian beer." (Donegal pauses and smirks.) LD: "Ah, what the hell. When in Rome, right? Now let's get moving while the sun's still out...or should I start saying ‘OOT'?" (MJ shakes her head and laughs as Donegal holds open the door to the gym, and we FADE. The camera cuts to a podium bearing the logo of "Masterful" Productions (a small production studio that specializes in action movies...and not terribly good ones) in front of the L-PRO banner. Behind the podium stands Percy Childes, former pro wrestling manager of the year, agent to the stars and widely proclaimed "mover and shaker" in the entertainment world. He offers a wide, fake smile the the cameras that never comes near to reaching his eyes, then nods to the press in attendance.] PC: Ladies and gentlemen, WELCOME to the next iteration of sports and entertainment! Earlier today the lawyers from Masterful Productions and L Pro Legacy Wrestling signed a contract bringing my client and A List Hollywood star Scott Masters into the fold with Legacy, firmly cementing their status as the go to locale for all of your sports and entertainment needs. Scott Masters's work on such blockbuster films as Dead Snow, Iron Sky II, and Feast II prove the sort of amazing entertainer that Scott is, as well as his amazing physicality. He'll be bringing the same level of dedication that he showed in his SyFy Original Series The Wolves to L Pro Legacy, putting this promotion on the map in the sports entertainment world. So, without any further delay, here is the newest member of the L Pro Legacy Family, Scott Masters. [Masters steps up to podium to a round of applause, offering his best Hollywood smile and nodding to the assembled crowd.] SM: Thank you...thank you all. I know that meeting me has to be a thrill for all of you...how could it not be? I promise you all that you won't need to worry about any more matches where you're forced two watch two guys with names that are as unpronounceable as the menu at a German restaurant lay in the middle of the ring and try to move their hand a half inch in either direction for half an hour. I'm sure the internet loves it, but REAL fans...REAL people couldn't be bothered to stay awake...and that's who I'm here for. I understand that old school and throw back are passe...they went out of style for a reason: they didn't pack the house. Me and my team will bring the sizzle back to wrestling and bring it into the 21st century where it belongs. No more hairy cowboys trading punches and spitting chewing tobacco. No more guys in masks jumping around and pulling moves that sound like they belong on a Taco Bell menu. No more european guys so pale they look like they're playing ghosts on a low budget TV Show. What you're going to get...and what I'm going to deliver...is nothing more and nothing less than the best entertainment dollar available on the market. And that's a wrap. [Walking off of the stage, Masters puts his arm around Childes and waves to the audience (and press) as the two walk away. Fade.] __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / LEGACY PRO BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- SINGLES ACTION: "Hollywood" Scott Masters versus Liam Donegal ----------------------------------------------------------- [The lights go out. A single white spotlight shines down on the stage as Cruachan’s "I Am Warrior" begins to blast out over the PA and Liam Donegal steps out through the curtain with his manager, MJ Carter, two paces behind.] BC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from Boston, Massachussetts, weighing in at 220 pounds, accompanied to the ring by MJ Carter... LLLLLIIIIAAAAAAM DONNNNEGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL! [Donegal surveys the crowd and nods his head, then raises both arms up in the air and drops them to his side as twin jets of white pyro light up the stage. Then, pointing down at the ring, Donegal and Carter make their way down the ramp, trading handshakes and high-fives with the fans as he makes his way to ringside.] SS: Donegal doesn't seem that great, but wow that MJ Carter's a tall cool drink of water isn't she? AM: Say that to her face Sam, I dare you. Liam's looking for his first win here in L-PRO, and just like everybody else tonight looking to put his name in the mix for championship contention. [The arena lights dim as a pair of spotlights track along the back wall of the arena...at which point the familiar voice of Don LaFontaine speaks.] DL: In a world where people have lost their way...where sports fans became confused and bored with the product that was forced upon them, one man came out of Hollywood to fight the monotony and set them free...to bring Entertainment back into Sports! [The familar brass opening to "Let it Fly Now" (the theme from Rocky) blares to life over the PA system as the two spotlights converge on the entryway and the impressive form of "Hollywood" Scott Masters.] BC: And his opponent! From Boston, Massachussetts, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, he is led to the ring by Mr. Right, Mr. Left and Percy Childes... "HOLLYYYYWOOOOOOOOD" SCOTTTTTTTTTTT MASSSSSSTERRRRRRSSSSSSSSSS! [The self-proclaimed world famous actor is dressed for competition, wearing a pair of orange trunks with red-bordered yellow stars on the butt with matching boots, elbow and knee pads. He is flanked by his stunt doubles (Mr. Right and Mr. Left, who look disturbingly similar to Scott Masters, right down to the ring attire and shoulder tattoos), and his manager the notorious Percy Childes, manager to the stars. After offering a smirk to his fans, Scott waves to them, then nods as the quartet head towards the ring. Climbing in to face off against fellow Boston native Donegal, the house lights return to normal.] AM: The arrogance on that guy knows no bounds. SS: See that's what I was saying. Donegal's a putz. AM: I was talking about Masters! [Once the bell rings, Masters goes for a lockup but blasts Donegal with a shot to the head instead. Right away he's in control, a few shots before whipping Liam into the ropes. But ducking his head proves to be a mistake as he hits a butterfly takeover and floats into a seated armbar hold. Grabbing for the ropes, Masters picks himself back up and tries to come back with a headlock only to be lifted up and hit with an atomic drop, then a neckbreaker to the mat follows. Donegal can't hang on for more than a one count, and Masters heads to the corner to regroup, kicking at the bottom rope and then ducks between them as Liam comes charging in. With the ref in between them Masters utilizes a greco roman thumb to the eye, and takes control with a kneelift into a scoop slam. Outside the ring, Percy bestows the virtues of his client as the crowd boos loudly. MJ gives him an evil eye from across the floor, then goes back to cheering on Donegal who fights from his knees in a chinlock and comes back to hammer into Scott's midsection with a pair of elbows. A go-behind lets him slap on a Koji Clutch, but before he can pull Masters to the mat with it the Hollywood player ties his leg up in the ropes to force another break. This time Liam knocks him through the ropes to the outside apron, and snaps his arm off the top rope. While trying to pull him back in though, Donegal's leg is tripped up stealthily by Childes, but around the corner comes MJ to the delight of the crowd, backing off the manager to the stars although Mr's Right and Left step between them.] AM: Well that's classy, hiding behind a couple of thugs. SS: Stunt doubles. [Masters scores another two count, but Liam is back up and won't be held down for long, after he's thrown to the ropes and Masters tries to go low for a chop block Liam jumps in the air to avoid it, then strikes him down with a calf kick. Sending his opponent to the corner, a delayed vertical suplex has the crowd cheering the louder he hangs onto it and has Masters upside down. On the outside, Percy demands in no uncertain terms that he put his client down, and that's just what Liam does, completing the suplex and snagging a count of two and a half. Keeping Masters on the mat by working the arm, Liam tries to switch into a dragon sleeper and it allows Masters to break free, blasting him in the face with a shot and then snapmaring him to the canvas. Donegal is stunned by a kick square in the back, and after dragging him up to the corner and setting him up for a superplex, it's Donegal who reaches down deep one more time and fends Masters off with an uppercut before quickly hooking him with a double underhook and jumping off the ropes into a facebuster!] AM: The Warp Spasm! Liam with a cover- One! Two! Three! It's over! ["I Am Warrior" starts up again as Donegal rises back to his feet, joined in the ring by his manager soon after the referee lifts his arm in victory.] BC: Here is your winner... LIIIIIIIAAAAAMMMMMMMMM DONNNEEEEGAAAAAAAAAAALLLLL! [Donegal climbs the turnbuckles, raising his hands and working the crowd a bit, as the cheers rain down on him. Evident that the audience likes the team of Liam and MJ, while Masters rolls out of the ring, still dazed and supported by Childes.] AM: A big win tonight for Liam Donegal, and again a victory might go a long way towards getting an opportunity to wrestle for the LEGACY Pro Heavyweight Championship. SS: Please, not that guy! Out of all the people here, you'd want him to represent the company? AM: What's wrong with Liam Donegal? He'd make a great champion! SS: He's being led around by his chick, what sort of message does that say? AM: That you haven't been paying any attention since the show began? [Cut up to the announce position again.] Fans, earlier tonight we informed you of the change to our main event tonight. Originally we were supposed to have "Up All Night" Pablo O'Connor squaring off against "The Nighthawk" Michael Bonn but it was O'Connor failing to show up on time that led to the match being cancelled. SS: Except that he did show up. AM: Right, to brag about himself and tell everyone he wasn't competing tonight. SS: That's beside the point. He's above petty things like that. AM: Petty things like the main event? Well regardless, we knew that officials were looking to find a substitute for the match and it appears they've found one. Let's go backstage, I'm told he's standing by. [Fade to backstage, where we find "Dead End" Derek Martin leaning up against a blank wall. He is already dressed in his wrestling attire, a black wrestling singlet with a yellow "Dead End" sign on the front, kneepads and wrestling boots. The veteran scowls at the camera.] DM: For those of you who don't know me, the name is "Dead End" Derek Martin, and I live for breaking the legends of this business. Many have crossed my path, many have tried to take me down -- and many were never the same when I got done with them. As I made my name breaking legends, though, some started thinking that I was becoming a legend myself -- especially when other legends sought me out, wanted me by their side, to ensure dominance over everyone. So does that change anything on my end? [A slight laugh.] DM: Not at all. I'm still the man who lives for taking down anyone in my path and leaving them broken. They can call me a legend as many times as they want, but the way I see it, I'm still the guy who breaks legends, and anyone else who gets in my way. That's not changing any time soon. The only thing that is different, though, is that I've got one other goal in mind right now -- to be the first Legacy Pro heavyweight champion. And knowing that I'm sure that's the goal of every other soon-to-be-beaten- at-my-hands wrestler in this company, I get to enjoy the benefits of breaking everyone on the way to that title. And it starts with Michael Bonn. [Beat.] DM: There was a point where someone I know all too well, said that he saw me and Michael Bonn as the future of this business. He was partially correct, but only partially. That guy was right that I am the future of the business, but I'm more than that -- I'm the present of this business as well. And while Bonn may be talented, and has reaped his rewards, he certainly isn't going to be the future of the business, because after I get done beating his ass, he will no longer have a future. He'll just be another one of the men who tried to take me down, and just came out of it a beaten and broken man. [A slight smile now forms on his face.] DM: Tonight, Bonn will be the first of many of my victims on the way to the heavyweight title. Doesn't matter who comes after him -- all that matters is whoever it is, is just the next victim. [Fade out.] SS: Oh my night just got a lot better. Bonn, you're going to wish you were the one who didn't show up tonight now. Derek Martin is going to beat you down, son. [The crowd murmurs in curiosity as the curtains part and a suited man walks out. He appears to be somewhere in his 30s or early 40s and of average height and build for a non-athlete. His complexion is a medium brown and he wears his hair in a low afro with sideburns and a mustache.] SS: Wait, who's this guy? AM: I have no idea Sam, but it looks like he's headed to the ring so I guess we're going to find out here very soon. [He wears a brown flannel suit, caramel leather shoes, white dress shirt and a gold-coloured tie. He walks up to the ring, microphone in hand and slips through the middle ropes. He walks to the centre of the ring, tapping the microphone to make sure it is on. He stares out at the L-PRO crowd for a moment before he raises the microphone to his mouth.] M: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Andre Browne. And while you have no idea who I am and I doubt that you have the intellectual capacity to remember the name so I will say it again. My name is Andre Browne. [The crowd rumbles at the condescension.] AB: And I am here to welcome you on this ... the first day of Legacy Pro Wrestling's existence. People of Toronto, as you cram yourselves into those seats, you can take comfort that quality wrestling has returned to Toronto, Canada. Once the mighty and revered Universal Wrestling Federation held its events out of this magnificent and wintery city, bringing to you the likes of Luke Kinsey, Trey DaMann, the Harlequins, Edmond Winston the Fourth and some of the greatest women's wrestling this country has ever seen! But unfortunately, ladies and gentlemen, a series of poor business decisions led to the collapse of UWF and wrestling in Toronto was a thing of the past. [Andre pauses to wait out a 'UWF' chant.] AB: Now ladies and gentlemen, we stand at the threshold of creation. Out of the ashes of UWF comes Legacy Pro wrestling and we have seen some old favourites return. And good for them for not finding better jobs. Yes, good for them. [Browne claps as the crowd boos him.] AB: No seriously, good for them. Good for them for wanting to stick ou stick it out and reassure you that the level of wrestling of Legacy Pro has not dropped. And ladies and gentlemen, I, Andre Browne, assure you that the level of wrestling has not dropped. In fact, ladies and gentlemen, I am here to assure you that the level of wrestling has only risen. Ladies and gentlemen, you are witnessing an event ... a big bang if you will. [Andre Browne gives the crowd a withering glance.] AB: And no, I am not talking about the television show about four science nerds. I am talking about witnessing the creation of greatness out of the demise of dead matter. Unfortunately, ladies and gentlemen, you will have to wait to witness this greatness because , ladies and gentlemen, the brain trust of the L-PRO has seen fit to get you acclimated to some of the ordinary performere in Legacy Pro before presenting you with the future of this sport. [Browne's face gets positively smug.] AB: Ladies and gentlemen, I, Andre Browne, represent the future of professional wrestling, an athlete that I have rescued from obscurity in Lakes Wales, Florida .... That's basically Orlando for the uninformed. This man is six foot four ... two hundred and ninety four pounds of pure muscle and menace. This man is one of the strongest, fastest, most vicious athletes you will ever have the pleasure to witness compete in this ring. This man makes men like Otto Verhoven seem like Father Christmas. This man is impervious to pain. He has trained that human weakness out of his body. This man has trained compassion out of his mind. This man has trained mercy out of his soul. This man has come to professional wrestling because he found the rules of ultimate fighting were too soft. This man rejects the notion that a man should not be punched in the back of the head if he exposes his head. This man rejects the notion that an elbow should not be used to split a man's skull like a ripe melon. This man rejects the notion that fights should be conducted in three minute rounds with judges scoring. This man believes in one simple mantra. Crush your enemies. Drive them before you and take their women. That is all this man is about. That is all he does. [Browne turns to face the hard camera in an aside. 'And he does that so very very well.'] AB: Ladies and gentlemen, this man's name is Amar'e Khalil and while his name is not familiar to you now, those of you with the intellectual capacity to recall, I beg you to remember the name. I beg you to remember my name, Andre Browne. And I beg you to remember to tune in to Legacy Pro Wrestling every week to witness the rise of Amar'e Khalil, the world's most deadly athlete, as he quite literally lays waste to his competition. Ladies and gentlemen, in the rebirth of Legacy Pro you have indeed witnessed the most significant change in the level of competition in this business. Ladies and gentlemen, your heroes will be lucky ... LUCKY ... if they only find themselves pinned to the mat for three seconds. Amar'e Khalil is a force of nature. He is a Category Five hurricane. He is an act of God. And he is coming, ladies and gentlemen. He is coming. My name is Andre Browne and my client is Amar'e Khalil. I thank you for your attention and return you now to your regularly- scheduled pedestrian wrestling. [Browne drops the mic and bows to the crowd briefly before exiting the ring. He struts down the aisle with a look of disdain. Cut back to the announce position.] AM: This Andre Browne has a world of confidence in the man who he's apparently going to be representing, Amar'e Khalil. SS: I've heard of this guy... he's a brute, Marshall. A total monster, and he's like eight feet tall. AM: What? Were you not just paying attention? Andre Brown said he's six foot four. SS: No it's true. Everyone in the locker room better prepare for pain, Khalil is coming! AM: While my colleague sinks further and further into delusion, let's hear from the man who's about to face Derek Martin in our first ever main event, "The Nighthawk" Michael Bonn! [Cut to the locker room. Currently lacing up his boots is former longtime UWF mainstay -- and current LEGACY Pro talent "Nighthawk" Michael Bonn. Behind him, off to the side a bit, is his manager, the ever-lovely blonde Virginia St. Ursula. Ginny smiles and folds her arms across her chest, but not before the camera catches a brief white-gold glint around her left ring finger. Bonn, on the other hand, is all seriousness as he stands up to his full height of 6'4", his cold blue eyes brimming in thought.] BONN: I remember it...me and Derek Martin fighting each other in what we thought were the last two men for the UWF North American title. Both of us going over the rope at the same time... ...and then Victor Frost literally waltzes down the aisle to claim the belt in an empty ring. VSU: [mildly] It wasn't a literal waltz. BONN: You know what I mean... [Bonn grimaces, remembering and running a hand behind his short black hair. But then the grimace fades.] It took me a while, but I got retribution on Frost. I got the UWF North American title. Trouble was, there wasn't a UWF anymore. [He looks backs towards Virginia, who nods.] VSU: Michael had offers from some very big names to join their organizations. Some were too hardcore for our tastes, others wanted to see a..."reworking" of Michael to fit their narrow views. And a few made it clear that I wasn't welcome-- BONN: --THAT was non-negotiable-- VSU: --so when LEGACY Pro made the call to us, it made the perfect sense to come back to Toronto. [Ginny leans up against the lockers.] To come "home". BONN: And now I'm facing Martin -- just like the last time. [The Nighthawk frowns, tension clear in his face. He shakes his head, jaw clenching reflexively.] It's like looking into a funhouse mirror with him. All twisted and warped, but there's still something recognizable there. I can see what I once was. What I don't want to be again. A knotted up ball of hate and disgust raging at the void looking to spread misery everywhere! That's what "Dead End" Derek Martin is to me. A reflection...but only a faded one. [As Ginny nods in support, Bonn allows himself a faint smile.] BONN: Just a blip from the past before I go on to the future -- MY future -- here in LEGACY Pro. [Cut back to the arena, once more to the announce position. Amy and Sam have been joined by David Rogers once more, who's sitting in between them now and wearing a headset. And a very wide grin on his face.] AM: Well we're almost ready for the final match of tonight's inaugural Breakout, and it's only fitting that our first main event ever we're joined by the voice of the UWF. Welcome Dave! DR: Thank you Amy, this breaks back lots of memories. I almost expect to see the Pride come charging out here en masse now. AM: Well, pretty close to it, Derek Martin was a member at one point after all. SS: So how are you enjoying retirement, old man? DR: One man's retirement is another man's second career, Sam. I'm enjoying myself quite a bit actually. AM: You promised to have more information regarding the championships and how they're going to be decided coming up? DR: Indeed I do, Amy, but first why don't we get to the ring? __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / LEGACY PRO BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- MAIN EVENT MATCH: "The Nighthawk" Michael Bonn versus "Dead End" Derek Martin ----------------------------------------------------------- [The crowd pops loudly for Shinedown's "Fly From The Inside", a reconizable song especially for the UWF faithful in the crowd!] BC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is YOUR MAIN EVENT of the evening! Introducing first, from North Brookfield, Massachussetts, weighing in at 227 pounds... Accompanied to the ring by VIRGINIA ST. URSULA... "THE NIIIIIGHTHAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWK" MICHAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEL BONNNNNNNNNNNNN! [And from the back steps the Nighthawk, dressed for combat and looking every bit as intense as he should be for this challenge. Ginny walks just behind Bonn, smiling and waving to the crowd as the ever intense Bonn moves forward steadily, eyes always focusing on the ring. His ring gear consists of electric blue tights with black boots and fingerless gloves, and Bonn slides into the ring headfirst and rolls to his feet, then climbs the turnbuckles to face the crowd and the entrance of his opponent.] AM: He certainly looks ready, though you have to wonder if the sudden change in opponent is going to hamper Michael Bonn's gameplan at all. He was expecting Pablo O'Connor and now has a much different person to face down in Derek Martin. DR: The intriguing thing about this match is the history between Bonn and Martin. Both are former UWF wrestlers and have squared off before, in fact it was near the end of the company when they were both involved in a battle royal that was supposed to crown a new North American Champion. AM: That's true, except they eliminated each other at the end of the match, and it led to another man, Victor Frost, someone who wasn't even announced as being in the match, who walked away with the title. DR: He did, although recently Michael did finally get his hands on Victor Frost to close that chapter of history. And now he has a new one beginning in LEGACY Pro, just like the next man out. [The opening strands of "The Garden of Allah" by Don Henley kick in over the speakers as the arena lights dim, and then, a light goes up by the entrance portal. A figure then steps into the light, but he can't be made out at first in the shadows. And then, the figure moves forward, revealing "Dead End" Derek Martin. He wears a standard wrestling singlet, black in color, with a yellow "DEAD END" sign with the letters in black lettering on the front of the singlet, plus black kneepads and black wrestling boots. And he has a dark, cold, sinister look in his eyes.] BC: And his opponent! From Rocky Ford, Colorado, weighing in at 265 pounds... "DEAAAAAAAAAAAD ENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNND" DERRRRREK MARRRRRRRTIIIINNNNN! [A lone spotlight follows Martin as he walks down the aisle. About halfway down, he gets a very slight, wicked smile on his face, but it goes away just as quickly as he continues to ringside, never once paying attention to any of the fans. Martin, upon reaching the ring, does not lose that sinister look on his face as he slowly makes his way up the stairs, the spotlight following his ascent. Martin ducks between the ropes, entering the ring, where he simply stands in the corner, that dark look still in his eyes, another very slight, wicked smile crossing his face, but that goes away just as quickly as before. The music slowly dies down and the lights slowly come back to normal, but Martin's cold demeanor does not change a bit.] SS: That man is ready to go. I almost pity the Chickenhawk tonight. AM: This should be a very interesting contest, they know each other very well. [As the bell sounds, the two former UWF wrestlers circle each other. Quite familiar with one another already, Bonn dodges Martin's opening attempt to control and nails him with a flurry of his own shots before trying to put him into a side headlock. The size advantage of Martin allows him to toss Bonn off though and catch him with a forearm to the side of the head, and immediately followed up with a russian legsweep to the mat. It was the former Pridesman who controlled things early, keeping Bonn on his back and reeling from stomps and elbows and forearm smashes, and the first pin attempt came after a belly to belly suplex. With the crowd totally behind him Bonn evaded a running clothesline a few moments later and sprang off the ropes with a diving bodypress, taking the big man off his feet and scoring a near fall of his own. The excitement of Ginny on the outside tempered by the escape at two had the crowd on a rollercoaster, and feeling sympathy for Bonn after his comeback is halted by a jawbreaker and then a snapmare into the mat where Martin expertly ties him up in a Stump Puller.] AM: Well it does look like the time away has done Derek Martin some good, I can't remember him looking this focused in a long time. SS: Yeah and I'll thank you to remember it when he's picking up pieces of Bonn's skull after the match from blowing his mind. AM: He looks good now but there's a long way to go here. Let's not go crazy. [After fighting to the ropes for the break, Bonn is tossed to the corner and Martin pounds away with a pair of slaps to the chest. This only serves to fire the Nighthawk up, who returns fire with a few of his own and hits a dropkick for good measure. After unleashing a superkick to the jaw it left Martin reeling, and a snap neckbreaker let him try again for the cover. But Martin wouldn't be kept down, fighting Bonn off and rising back to his feet. Catching Bonn in midair off another rope dive, he adjusted in midair and ran to the corner for a Snake Eyes, with Bonn dazed now he hung the popular wrestler upside down in the corner with a tree of woe, hammering away on him with repeated kicks to the chest before a stomp to the face left Bonn crumpled in the corner. After dragging him to the middle of the ring for a lazy one-footed cover the Nighthawk kicked out, finding himself caught in a chinlock. Struggling back to a vertical base, Martin continued to use his strength to his advantage, hauling Bonn into the ropes and drilling him with a kneelift, then hit with a fallaway slam again. But again it was Michael Bonn escaping the cover, starting to frustrate the big man.] DR: It's the never say die attitude of Michael Bonn that's endeared him to these crowds, some things never change. Martin is going to have to do a lot more to keep him down. AM: You have to think these two are among the favorites to take him the L-PRO Heavyweight Championship, their experience puts them right up there. [Again Martin goes for a fallaway slam, but on this try Bonn catches him with a jawbreaker of his own as he lands on his knees, and seamlessly transitions into a monkey flip that brings Martin crashing to the mat. Not about to let him up so quickly Bonn follows with a corkscrew elbowdrop into the shoulder, and as the crowd pops huge he heads to the top rope. But Martin struggles to his feet again, avoiding the potential Hawkwind that seemed to be on Bonn's mind. As Bonn jumps down instead he charges straight into a backbreaker across Martin's back, stunning him. Martin drags him to the corner again and starts to pull him up into another tree of woe, but ever the gamesman it's Bonn who blasts Martin with an uppercut and then rocks him with a quick series of kicks to the stomach. Placing him across the top turnbuckle, Bonn backs up from across the ring and charges in with a running knee to the stomach. And does it again. And does it again. HUGE POP!] AM: Three precision strikes to Derek Martin now! The tide is turning here, and that's what I call payback! SS: It's still not over yet Marshall, don't get cocky. AM: They're constantly learning from one another tonight and countering each other, this is one hell of a first main event! [In pain as he slides off the turnbuckles finally, Martin is plastered into the corner with another standing dropkick from Bonn, who grinds away on his opponent's shoulder with an armwringer and then hits a pair of chops in the corner against the upper chest. Unwilling to let himself be taken out like this, he blocks another strike and knees Bonn before grabbing him and propelling him facefirst into the turnbuckle with a modified STO against them. Now it's Bonn who's wobbly, and Martin sneers as he grabs him by the forearm and tries to pull him in for a short-arm lariat and the killing blow. But at the last second there's a duck by the fan favorite, who leaps up and snags his arm, twisting him down into the mat into position for a cross armbreaker. Yelling as he does everything he can to lock it in, he straightens up and has it on tightly. With Ginny happily cheering on the outside, Martin strains and struggles for the ropes, making it to them with his foot and causing the ref to eventually break it.] AM: Michael digging into his bag of tricks here, starting to use some more submissions. SS: He better keep trying, Big D is just going to get angrier and angrier. DR: Are you comparing him to the Hulk, Sam? SS: You said it, not me. AM: He's half there, I already don't like him. [Bonn elects to go for another submission hold to keep wearing Martin down, but his surfboard attempt is broken up by a series of elbows straight to the face. A headbutt follows, as Martin again fights back to a vertical base and smashes the Nighthawk with a bruising forearm. A gutwrench suplex puts him back to the mat again, Bonn trying to keep moving and avoid getting smothered. Slowly they both return to their feet as fatigue begins to set in, exchanging punches back and forth until Martin crushes Bonn with a running lariat that flips him 360 degrees into the air. Not willing to let up he grabs the smaller man by the hair and lifts him up into the air for a brainbuster suplex. Bonn battles back again, using a couple of knees to the head while he's upside down to break the momentum and land on his feet. As quickly as he can, he lifts Martin up instead and gets his feet resting on the top turnbuckle, Bonn changes up his hold to tuck Martin's head under his arm...] AM: BONN WITH THE DEADFALL! HE GOT HIM! Dave, want to do the honors one more time? DR: Certainly! One! Two! Three! And that's it! AM: What a war! [The bell rings frantically as "Fly From The Inside" plays, and a weary Bonn rolls off of Martin and to the corner where Ginny is standing near on the outside. Martin's beginning to stir as Bonn continues to eye him, breathily heavily... he knows he's been through a war, and there's almost a measure of respect for him after all they've been through.] BC: Here is your winner... MMMMMMMMMMICHHAEEEEEEEEEEELLL BONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN! [With Bonn's music blaring over the PA system, he wearily rolls to his feet to have his hand raised by the referee. David Rogers is now at ringside, and steps between the ropes. Offering a hand to the victor, the crowd pops as Bonn accepts. Martin rolls simply to the floor, the anger clear on his face tonight as he storms off to the locker rooms.] SS: Now hit him! Reveal the swerve, Dave, you're getting back into the ring! AM: You must be out of your mind. What a main event we've seen, and what a first edition of Breakout! I would assume now that we're going to find out how the two championships in L-PRO are going to be decided. SS: Not necessarily. Rogers loves the spotlight, I wouldn't put it past him to just want to steal the thunder. AM: With the career he's had, he's more than earned it. We're finally going to learn how the titles are going to be decided here, so with that we'll say goodnight fans, and turn it over to the President, standing by in the ring once again. [It's Bonn's turn now to leave the ring, as Virginia puts an arm around his midsection and they begin to back up the aisle to the back. In the ring, Dave has the microphone.] DR: What an evening it's been, night one here in LEGACY Pro. And now it is my pleasure to announce that beginning next week here on Breakout we're going to see several of the top tag teams in wrestling begin to compete in first round matches in a tournament that will culminate with the crowning of the first ever L-PRO Tag Team Champions. [As Dave speaks, the video screen reveals a pair of glittering gold championship belts, marked with the L-PRO logo. HUGE POP!] But that's not all. As well, starting next week will be a series of matches featuring the singles division here in L-PRO. On the line in each of those matches is a spot in the match that will crown the very first LEGACY Pro Heavyweight Champion. And that match... Will be a special Four Corners 30 Minute Ironman Match. [Now the screen shows the big one. A large championship belt, one that resembles closely the old UWF World Championship, again bearing the L-PRO logo on it instead. HUGE POP!] DR: The hunt is on here in LEGACY Pro, and I find it fitting to close with these words. L-PRO... this is open season. [The crowd begins to get a chant of "L-PRO! L-PRO! L-PRO!" going, as we fade to black quickly.]