[Fade from black into the image of an empty warehouse. Dingy industrial lights shine down on the scene, stripped down and hollow from the inside out. In the background "Born For This" by the Score plays, and the slow, rhythmic beat scores the moment as in sped-up time lapsed motion the warehouse begins to transform. A wrestling ring is erected first, followed by barriers surrounding the ring and more as the lyrics kick in.] # I believe, I believe # # We can write our story # # I believe, I believe # # We can be an army # [A flash of light fills the screen while the chorus of the song kicks in, and a logo soon comes into focus. That of LEGACY Pro Wrestling, with footage of the last few L-PRO shows some 4 years earlier.] # We are the warriors, who learned to love the pain # # We come from different places but have the same name # # 'Cause we were born for this # # We are the broken ones, who chose to spark a flame # # Watch as our fire rages, our hearts are never tame # # 'Cause we were, 'cause we were, # # 'Cause we were, 'cause we were born for this # # We were born for this # [Another flash of light brings us to the logo for the show, LEGACY Pro Wrestling's Saturday Night Breakout.] ______ __ __ L | __ \.----.-----.---.-.| |--.-----.--.--.| |_ P | __ <| _| -__| _ || <| _ | | || _| R |______/|__| |_____|___._||__|__|_____|_____||____| O LEGACY Pro Arena >-< April 25th, 2020 [Dissolve through from the intro package to the interior of the new L-PRO Arena in downtown Chicago, Illinois. The nondescript warehouse has been retrofitted to serve the purposes of the restarted promotion as evidenced by the pans across from side to side of the building. Up high along the four walls of the building are sprawling metal catwalks, from which hang large banners bearing the L-PRO logo. A loud cheer from the capacity crowd of a shade over 1500 people on hand for tonight's event, and a furious lighting display swirls spotlights all over the crowd. Through the noise comes an unfamiliar voice:] MW: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Chicago, Illinois, and to the redebut of LEGACY Pro Wrestling! You might remember a few years ago L-PRO stormed onto the professional wrestling scene, only to disappear just as quickly. But tonight L-PRO returns, and pro wrestling has returned to the airwaves along with it! [The setup is simple and familiar; at the stage area a large screen dominates the scene with entrances from the locker room on each side. The large stage itself sits a few feet off the floor and gives way to a slight ramp that leads down the aisleway towards the ring. The ringside area is surrounded by solid black dasher boards holding back the fans, most of whom are cheering loudly at the top of their lungs. We cut to the announce position, which sits to the left side of the entrance ramp. Three men are seated at the commentator's desk, one of which is reconizable while the others, not so much. The unknown male in the middle with brown hair and glasses speaks first, dressed in an L-PRO polo shirt.] MW: Hello fans, I'm Matthew Westley and welcome to L-PRO Breakout! I'm pleased to be your new play-by-play announcer for L-PRO, and just as pleased to be flanked here by two men no stranger to the squared circle. On my right is "Hollywood" Cody Jones, while the man to my left here is of course the renowned "Hellraiser" Tom Landis, a former champion of this sport many times over. [Landis, wearing an L-PRO t-shirt, has his hair cut shorter than we've seen in the past, but is no less enthusiastic than Matthew.] TL: That's right Matt, tonight is the start of a new era for LEGACY Pro Wrestling! In an industry where new eras used to happen all the time, sometimes those kind of words can lose meaning. But the old saying goes, you've got to start somewhere and this is where L-PRO Wrestling starts again! MW: Well said Tom, and for those of you who are sad at not seeing the duo of Amy Marshall and Sam Steeley here at the announce position, rest assured they've haven't gone far. TL: Nope, I've got it on good authority in fact that Amy's graduated to a management position within L-PRO after many years in the broadcast booth. MW: And what about Sam? TL: I'm sure he'll land on his feet somewhere. MW: Perhaps Amy might be needing an assistant? TL: She might. Or there's always maintenance, the sky's the limit for him. [The man on the right of Matthew, in his early thirties, is dressed similarly with an L-PRO polo shirt of his own plus but a short-cropped crew cut hairstyle. He interjects, clearly not happy about being ignored so far.] CJ: Just a second now Westley, Landis here gets introduced as a former champion and all that, and all I get is a two second intro? Where's the justice here? TL: Maybe win more often than you retire Cody, then you'll get a bigger introduction. Unless you think there's some kind of internet groundswell just dying for the return of the Players Club. CJ: I still have Matt and Ricky's phone numbers, they could be here at the snap of a finger. TL: Pass. MW: Just picking up on what you said before Tom, the sky's also the limit for those competing on the L-PRO roster, and from what I understand the rumors are true. In addition to the men's singles and tag team division LEGACY Pro is also focusing on one of the stalwarts of the old UWF with a brand new women's division. TL: When you think about the roots of women's wrestling, you have to include the UWF's division. Few promotions gave the women's scene as much of a platform as they did, and L-PRO is going to carry on that tradition with some of the best talent currently in women's wrestling. MW: And indeed we've got a women's division match slated for a little later tonight, but we're kicking things off first with the tag team scene. TL: Yup, a pair of teams looking to stake their claim early to being the top team here in L-PRO. The Gunslingers are the team with more experience, they competed in the old ACW and had a couple of matches in L-PRO before. Their opponents, the Sutton Boys, are fresh off the independent scene, but don't count them out here. CJ: You know, I know a little something about tag team wrestling myself. MW: Yeah but didn't your partner end up turning his back on you? CJ: Show me a wrestler with a bitter ex-partner, and I'll show you a wrestler, Westley. Practically a rite of passage. TL: Actually that I'll agree with you on. Eventually, everyone wants the spotlight for themselves. CJ: Yeah, even if they have to buy it for themselves. [Cut to a bare bones locker room backstage, where two men are busy putting the finishing touches on gearing up for their match in a few minutes. It's the Gunslingers, the team of Tex Thomas and Cowboy Roy Sloane, two faces we've seen occasionally in the past. The smaller of the two men, Thomas, has a fuller beard than last seen and shaggy longer dark hair as well. His partner, Sloane, still has a head full of blonde messy hair that hangs down past his shoulders and a beard just as unruly. Sloane ignores the camera as he laces up his boots while Thomas notices the camera, then continues to tape up his wrists as he talks.] TT: Get back up on the bull as many times as it bucks you off, that's a lesson my daddy taught me when I was just a young buck. Smart man, those were words I've always taken to heart. I know you folks've seen us fall lots of times before, but if you thought we were just gonna ride off with our tails between our legs then you've missed the message we've been sendin'. [His eyes narrow as he looks towards the camera again. His partner, Sloane, mutters incoherently in the background.] Here's the thing though, just 'cause we get knocked into the dirt, doesn't mean we stay down. There's gonna be another day, another day for these here Gunslingers. We hurt, but we get up and we do it all again. White hat, black hat... doesn't matter to us. Give us a challenge, and we're good to go. The Gunslingers ride again, and we aim to be the best of the best. Tell 'em Roy. [Sloane rises to his feet and the camera tracks him, the burning eyes of the larger Gunslinger looking right at the camera now.] CRS: Saddle up, Sutton Boys. Gonna get bumpy for y'all. [Cut back out to the arena as the opening guitar riff of Pop Evil's "Be Legendary" pumps out of the loudspeakers. The twang and bass beat gets the crowd going for the first match.] TL: I've known those guys for years and it's a fact, you can knock them down but getting them to stay down is a whole different beast. MW: So with that let's head to the ring for the first match tonight! Take it away Bob Chapman. __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- TAG TEAM CONTEST: The Gunslingers versus The Sutton Boys ----------------------------------------------------------- [In the ring is the L-PRO ring announcer, Bill Chapman. A mid-thirties man dressed in a suit, wearing a smile on his face as he holds the microphone at the ready. Two young wrestlers stand on the far side of the ring, watching.] BC: Ladies and gentleman, your opening match this evening is set for one fall! Introducing first, on their way to the ring at this time at a total combined weight of five hundred and five pounds... From Waxahachie, Texas, the team of Cowboy Roy Sloane and Tex Thomas... THE GUNSLINNNNNGERRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! [As Sloane and Thomas emerge from the locker rooms the crowd pops for the duo! Thomas walks in front of his partner, slapping hands along the aisleway while Sloane takes up the rear walking at a slower pace. He's a little less friendly than the smaller Tex, wearing quite a game face. Each are dressed in black trunks, kneepads and boots, as well as matching Stensons. Tex has a red bandana over his face, Sloane's is tied around the top of his head underneath the black hat. They make it to the ring and each one mounts a turnbuckle, arms raised as their music fades out slowly.] CJ: Points at least for the bandana. Not everyone recognizes when they're too ugly for television. BC: And their opponents! [Chapman gestures to the other men who'd already been in the ring.] Hailing from Kansas City, Missouri, at a total combined weight of four hundred and fifty-two pounds... Jimmy and Johnny Sutton... THEY ARE THE SUUUUUUTTONNNNNN BOOOOOOOOYSSSSSSSS! [The Suttons each raise an arm to the crowd, garnering a mild reaction. Each one is dressed in knee length red tights with silver lines up the sides, and the name "Sutton" on the seat. Jimmy is slightly taller than his brother by a couple of inches, and stays in the ring as Johnny steps out to the apron.] MW: So here we go, as referee Paul Thomas calls for the bell now and it'll be Jimmy Sutton starting off against Tex Thomas. TL: That's usually the case for the Gunslingers, Roy Sloane in the cleanup position and letting Tex set the pace. [The match starts off with a quick lockup, controlled by Thomas but the smaller opponent throws him off into the ropes. On the return a shoulderblock rocks Jimmy, and a snap armdrag puts him on the mat for Thomas to regain control. A little work on the arm before Tex yanks him back to his feet and hits an elbow to the face, and hits a snap suplex with gusto. Dragging him over to the corner for a tag to Sloane, the Cowboy switches places with his partner and scoops Jimmy up for a big slam into the mat. Several stomps to the head and Sutton crawls to the corner where Johnny tags in, and Sloane smirks and motions to the shorter Sutton Boy to come at him.] MW: Not a lot of trouble so far for the Gunslingers, but here comes Johnny Sutton- and there he goes thanks to a large clothesline from Roy Sloane! TL: There's not much more Roy likes than a fight. CJ: Proper hygiene, for instance. MW: And a backdrop sends Johnny Sutton crashing down once again. [Reaching out to tag Thomas back into the match, Sloane grabs the unfortunate Sutton Boy and yanks him back up again, throws him into the ropes and Tex catches him with a shoulderblock before turning him inside out with another snap suplex. The crowd is building for the display by the Gunslingers, and Thomas continues to keep control of the match with an irish whip to the corner followed by a series of running double kneestrike into the corner. Once again a tag brings in Sloane, and a double backbreaker has their opponent in deep trouble as Jimmy tries to encourage his brother to crawl over and tag him in.] CJ: Here's a show of stupidity, why would you actually want to get back in there? MW: Good sportsmanship? Desire to try and win? CJ: Exactly, stupidity. Glad to see we're on the same page, Westley. [With a handful of hair Sloane yanks a semi-conscious Johnny Sutton back up and tosses him towards his own corner so that Jimmy can indeed tag himself in. But as he slides in and charges the bigger man the Cowboy ducks and runs into the far ropes, coming back with a gigantic spinning backbreaker to plant Jimmy on the canvas one more time.] TL: Safe to say this one's just about over. MW: You're probably right, and here's another tag to Tex. He's got a hold of Jimmy Sutton now as the Cowboy off the ropes... [Thomas holds Sutton in place for an STO, and delivers it a split second after Sloane comes hurtling off the ropes with a running big boot into the back of Jimmy's head for extra impact.] TL: GOOD GOD! MW: One For The Road! And that should certainly do it now, here's the cover! One! Two! Three! [As "Be Legendary" hits the PA system again, the crowd lets out a loud pop! Thomas rolls to his feet and embraces the Cowboy, as soon Referee Thomas raises their arms in victory.] BC: Here are your winners... THE GUNSLINGERRRRRSSSSSSSSSS! MW: A big win for the Gunslingers to kick off this new era of L-PRO, with a convincing outing here tonight. You have to think they wanted to stake a claim to the top spot here for tag teams, and the eventual tag team championship. TL: That's the name of the game. And the 'Slingers are as formidable a team as they come. They're hungry, and they want to be the best. MW: And as we understand it, in the coming weeks LEGACY Pro has plans afoot to crown their first champions in the men's singles division as well as the women's division, not to mention the tag scene. CL: Squeaky wheel gets the grease, right? MW: One would think the top talent would prevail, actually. CL: That's cute. MW: Well despite my cohost's impressions, L-PRO executives have been in contact with some talent from the last as well as some fresh young faces about competing for the chance to earn gold, more of which we'll be able to reveal at a later date. But coming up next, the first ever women's division matchup here in L-PRO and it promises to be a good one. TL: It's another example of great talent you'll see here in LEGACY Pro, and really just proves again how we take the term legacy to heart. Rachel "Arcee" Carlisle has been in the wrestling scene for years, but her roots go back even further than that. Her mother and stepfather both have been in the business for decades. CJ: Yeah I'm sure Mama Carlisle will just love you pointing out she's been around for decades. MW: Her opponent's an intriguing one too, Fantasy Girl Three is set to make her L-PRO debut next against Rachel and there's a familial connection to you personally Tom. TL: Well yes and no. Of course my sister was the original Fantasy Girl- CJ: Gross. TL: Shut up, Cody. As I was saying, she was the first to wear the mask of Fantasy Girl, but it's Fantasy Girl Three who's about to compete. And while I can't entirely rule it out, I'd be extremely surprised to see Bri under the mask this time. She's happily married and out of the business now. MW: Indeed, but we're ready to see the next generation of women's wrestling take the stage now so let's get back to the ring. __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- WOMEN'S DIVISION MATCH: Fantasy Girl Three versus Rachel "Arcee" Carlisle ----------------------------------------------------------- [With Bill standing in the ring, "Kids Wanna Rock" by Bryan Adams comes over the PA system to a cheer from the crowd! From the back emerges a young masked woman dressed in colorful attire.] BC: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, coming to the ring at this time hailing from parts unknown... FANTASSSSSSYYYYYYY GIRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLL THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! [The luchadora makes her way down the aisle, bounding quickly and sprints the last few feet under the bottom rope. Rolling to a standing position, she pops up and climbs the middle rope, balancing perfectly and standing without a hand to steady herself. A backflip is picture perfect to cheers from the crowd, and as she turns to face back to the entranceway her music is replaced by "crushcrushcrush" by Paramore.] BC: And her opponent! Now making her way to the ring, from Dallas, Texas and weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds... RACHELLLLL "ARRRRRRCEEEEEEEEEEEE" CARLISLLLLLLLLLE! [It's Rachel's turn now to come out from the locker rooms, and the cheers are a little louder than they were for her opponent. With a smile on her face, the redheaded spitfire walks quickly down to the ring herself. Dressed in red tights with black accented boots and gloves, and "Arcee" written down both of her legs, she climbs into the ring and mounts the turnbuckle to strike a pose for the audience.] CJ: How exactly did she get a nickname like Arcee in the first place? I assume the answer, unlike the nepotism that got her here, is more complex? TL: Her initials are RC. Don't overthink it, Ceej. MW: Both competitors are getting final instructions from the referee for this match, Don Lewis, so here we go. [A handshake as the bell sounds to start the match, and the two wrestlers begin to circle one another. Fantasy Girl Three, with a few inches height advantage over Arcee, makes the first move and goes for a headlock but it's Rachel who strikes first with a shove-off and a drop toehold to bring FG3 down first. Quickly they each pop back to their feet, and lock up properly which sees Three back Arcee up into the corner, swing for an uppercut but once again the counter by Carlisle allows her to turn and hook her as if going for a backslide. But as she drops to her knees it knocks Fantasy's head into the top turnbuckle, rattling her and Rachel spins out and snares her in a small package for a two count.] MW: Speed and technical skill seems to be Arcee's main forte so far, nice dodging. Seated headlock here now, and Fantasy Girl Three has to fight back to a standing position. And she does, oh but a sudden drop suplex now puts Arcee flat on her back! TL: I think they're pretty evenly matched in styles, what little I do know about Three is she takes after the original with lots of high risk maneuvers and speed of her own. We could be in for a quick knockout by either of them. [Three allows Rachel to roll back to her knees before striking with a dropkick, and tries for a cover of her own for two. Grabbing her arm brings them back to their feet, but Rachel reverses an irish whip and lowers her head for a backdrop only to pay for it with a leapfrog by FG3 and as soon as Carlisle realizes it and turns around she's caught in a standing rana into a cradle for another two count. The crowd claps for the display, and when they both go to lock up the tempo of the match begins to pick up as Three hits an armdrag, only to be caught with one from Arcee moments later. They each start to pick up speed, trying for moves off the ropes only to be thwarted, and it's not until a flying forearm from Arcee connects that either one gains an advantage again.] MW: A standing grapevine on the leg slows down Three now, once again the technical abilities of Arcee are on display here. And now she arches backwards into a bridging reverse chinlock too, wow! TL: With a family so involved in wrestling, it's no wonder she's so technically adept. CJ: And that natural bendiness, I'm sure comes from dear old mom. [Releasing the submission hold, Arcee rolls Fantasy Girl Three up again for a near count but can't keep her down. Still struggling to get back to her feet Three gets out of her grasp with a snapmare, and after shaking it off catches Rachel with a step-up enzuigiri kick to the face. A rope- assisted splash comes after, and eventually Three throws her foe into the ropes, cartwheels off to the side and strikes with a dropkick to the side. Arcee uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet and sees Three charging at her and ducks, elevating her over the ropes to the outside apron. Seamlessly the masked woman tries to hit a ghetto blaster kick but Arcee is ready and blocks it with both arms, snags Three and hits a suplex to bring her back into the ring. Stunned, she slowly gets to her feet but Arcee is waiting and jumps up, springing off the ropes and grabs Three to plant her straight into the mat with a devastating tornado DDT! HUGE POP!] MW: That's the Voodoo Mama DDT! Arcee hooks a leg- one! Two! Three! It's over! ["crushcrushcrush" hits the speakers to a louder pop than ever, and Rachel Carlisle sits beside her defeated opponent for a moment before picking herself up to celebrate.] BC: Here is your winner... RACHELLLLLLLLL "ARCEEEEEEEEEE" CARLISLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLE! TL: Big win for Arcee here, that tornado DDT looks pretty deadly. MW: I'm sure we can expect big things out of her here in L-PRO, and no doubt she's turned some heads with her first victory. CJ: And sometimes you just get lucky with one move. That could have gone either way. [Reaching down to offer her hand to the masked woman, Arcee watches as Fantasy Girl Three takes a moment before accepting the offer and is hauled back to her feet as well. Ducking backwards through the ropes to the outside, she allows the redhead to savor the win.] MW: It's nice to see some sportsmanship after the match as well. CJ: Is this what you're going to be like every week, Westley? MW: [ignoring Cody altogether] Right now let's take you backstage to Cammy Magnus, who's standing by with another member of the L-PRO roster and who'll be competing in tonight's main event in just a couple of minutes, Stan "The Man" Fox. [Cut to the backstage area and a little interview set with an L-PRO backdrop. Standing in front of it is Cammy, a young blonde woman in her thirties with blonde hair. She's dressed in a light blue camisole and jeans, and is next to a man much taller than her and dressed in a glittering silver and white robe.] CM: Ladies and gentleman, I'm here with Stan "The Man" Fox, who should be no stranger to L-PRO fans. Stan, tonight you see action in the main event against Christian Tasker, in a chance to set the tone for your career going forward here in LEGACY Pro. What's your goal for tonight? [Fox looks at Cammy and smirks, stroking his beard as he gives her the once-over.] SF: Little lady you're not the first woman to ask me that, and I guarantee you won't be the last either. All you need to know is tonight I'm going out to that ring and do what I do best. [pauses a moment] Correction. One of the things I do best. [The disgust is hard to hide in Cammy's voice as her eyes narrow.] CM: Charming. How have you been able to prepare for an opponent you've never seen before? SF: He's a rookie. What do I need to be worried about? The question is what's he done to prepare for _ME_? Not that there's a damn thing he could do anyways. I'm inevitable. CM: I should also ask, every other thing we've seen you in the ring before you've been escorted to the ring by your manager, Sugar. Have you decided to change things up and go without someone in your corner? [Stan laughs, shooting Cammy a side-eye.] SR: Even though I could easily control my own career, no a man with my means deserves to have a little eye candy on his arm. Something to make the rubes even more jealous of all that I am. So lemme introduce you to the new and IMPROVED Sugar Mark Two. [The wide smirk only gets wider as the camera widens out a bit, and another woman walks into the shot. This is not the same woman we've seen in the past with Stan Fox, although she is similar in appearance with long and wild blonde hair, and barely enough clothing to cover herself up. The adoring grin on her face as she stands beside Stan seems plastered on, and she clings to Fox's side as Cammy takes this in. Stan speaks up first.] SF: You can say it. She's younger, hell yeah. CM: So let me get this straight, you just decided to replace your old manager with a new one because she's younger? SF: No, it's not because she's younger. That'd be ridiculous. [Wait for it.] She's also bouncier. [Cammy's eyes are threatening to roll right out of her head by now.] CM: That's disgusting. [A shrug.] SF: What can I say? I'm a man who requires all his needs to be taken care of, and when you can't fulfill them, then it's out the door with you. Ain't that right, Sugar? S: That's right, baby. And I'm more than happy to take care of ALL those needs. [Cammy scowls in disgust.] CM: You're even calling her by the same name? You really are some prize, Fox. SF: Hey now, don't be upset just because you're the runner-up. Sug, lead the way! [And with that, Stan walks off with his valet in front, leaving Cammy aghast and even more disgusted than she was.] CM: Runner-up? [Cut back to ringside, as "Stroke Me" by Mickey Avalon hits the PA system to a chorus of boos.] __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- MAIN EVENT: Christian Tasker versus Stan "The Man" Fox ----------------------------------------------------------- BC: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! Introducing first... [The drum beat of the song brings Fox's new valet out, dressed as skimpy as the original Sugar in little more than a bikini top and microskirt, and after a short display of dancing she drops down to her knees as Stan Fox steps out before the crowd.] BC: From San Antonio, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, accompanied to the ring by Sugar... STANNNNNNNNN "THE MANNNNNNNNNNNNNN" FOOOOOOOOOOOX! CJ: He may be my new hero. TL: Figures. [The strobing lights in time with the music lends itself to an atmosphere not unlike a strip club, as Sugar leads Fox down towards the ring with the wrestler grinning and smirking at the hostile crowd the whole way. Sugar stops to swing around the nearest ringpost like it was a stripper pole for a moment, before holding the ropes open for Fox to climb into the ring as she stays on the outside. He waits for her to take off his robe and then turns around to face the audience as Sugar drops down off the apron. Fox flexes his muscles, then turns dismissively to his opponent across the ring from him.] BC: And his opponent, from Buffalo, New York, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-three pounds... CHRISTIANNNNNNNNN TASKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! [The young wrestler raises an arm at the acknowledgement and suddenly Fox charges at him, barreling into Tasker in the corner with a running elbowsmash. The bell rings quickly, and Stan is already on the offensive as he batters him down in the corner.] CJ: Does not play well with others. MW: Does not play by the rules at all, you mean! Christian Tasker is being overwhelmed here already, but Tom what do we know about this young man? [Tasker is lifted up out of the corner and tossed halfway across the ring by Stan Fox to a littany of boos from the crowd.] TL: He's aerodynamic. [Fox barely waits for Tasker to stagger back up and mows him down again with a running clothesline, and hits a gutwrench suplex next. Once again standing over him, Fox scrapes his boot across the face of the rookie and flexes a bicep for the crowd. They do not like it.] TL: Actually, Christian Tasker is twenty-two years old and still more or less a rookie in the wrestling industry. His father, Chris, was a wrestler himself and a tag team specialist. Former MBC Tag Team champion in fact. CJ: Looks like dad forgot to tell him to find himself a partner then. [A second gutwrench suplex now, as Fox hurls Tasker up and back down to the mat once again with a sneer. Turning to lay on his side now, Stan faces towards Sugar and demands that he "do a twirl for daddy". The blonde bombshell did as she was told, slowly spinning around as Fox watched... taking his eyes off of his opponent who managed to get back to his feet and then ran at Fox to deliver a running version of a shooting star press to a loud pop! It only gained him a two count, as an enraged Fox shoved Tasker off and rolled to his feet. But the youngster was a little quicker and delivered a series of strikes of his own, managing to stagger Fox back to the corner. A charge this time ended up disaster as Stan got a knee up, doubling Christian over and a double sledgehammer strike knocked all the wind out of him.] MW: The flurry of offense not enough to keep Stan Fox down, sadly, and he seems to be toying with Christian Tasker once again. TL: You'd think toying with him the first time might make him learn his lesson. [Fox lifts Tasker up into a powerbomb position but again the rookie struggles to free himself, grabbing onto the turnbuckles and then kicking Stan square in the shoulderblades to push him forward. When he turns around Tasker hits a diving clothesline off the second rope and goes for another cover.] TL: Or not. MW: Here we go! One! Two! No, a big kickout from Stan "The Man" Fox once again! He does not like being upstaged by the young rookie at all! [Outside the ring Sugar is beside herself, trying to cheer Fox on and get him to rally back again. Tasker tries to keep Stan on the mat with an armbar but angrily Fox batters his way back to his feet with repeated shots to Tasker and then scoops him right up and slams him to the canvas. Not satisfied with that he grabs him by the hair and yanks him up for a second slam, this one he tosses the rookie dangerously into the ropes in the process and Tasker nearly lands on the top of his head as a result.] TL: Come on, was that necessary? CJ: Seemed like it to me. If you're going to cripple someone, do it with style. [Slowly Tasker returns to his feet, and the second he does is blitzed by Fox with another running attack as his elbow meets Christian's face. A whip across the ring to the far ropes allows Fox to meet him with a huge backdrop sending Tasker high into the air before crashing down to the mat again. With a snarl on his face, Fox reached down and plucked Tasker up across his shoulders to deliver a deadly Death Valley Driver as Sugar looked on from ringside with a huge smile on her face now. Fox started to hook the leg but then decided instead to scoop him up and hit a second DVD, this one even more impactful and right in the middle of the ring. This time he hooked the leg and scored the three count, and as "Stroke Me" played again the crowd showered the ring with raucous booing. Fox rose up on his feet again as the blonde valet climbed into the ring and straddled the unconscious Tasker while she looked up at Fox with her arm raised.] TL: I repeat, is that really necessary? CJ: Come on, give the kid a little something for his troubles. [Before the announcement is made, Stan rips the microphone out of Bill Chapman's hands and turns back to where Sugar is still straddling Tasker. With a sneer he speaks.] SF: How's it feel to finally have a woman on top of you, kid? [The boos only get louder as Stan laughs, and then tosses the mic back to Bill on the outside. Snapping his fingers, Sugar crawls over to her man and holds onto his leg as Fox raises his arms up.] BC: And your winner... STANNNNNNNN "THE MANNNNNNNNN" FOXXXXXXXX! [The shot lingers on the pairing of Stan Fox and Sugar in the ring before going back to the announce position by the back.] MW: Well, that's a disgusting display to end tonight's show on. CJ: One man's disgust is another man's delight, Westley. MW: At any rate, fans that'll do it for us here on the first edition of LEGACY Pro Wrestling's new flagship show, Saturday Night Breakout. TL: [eyes ahead, clearly still staring at the display in the ring] Look at it this way Matt, it can only go up from here. MW: Indeed, and we hope you'll join us next time! Goodnight from Chicago and L-PRO Arena! [Fade.]