[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 newer footage from last week's show mixed in with some past action.] # 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 >-< May 16th, 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 Matthew Westley's voice:] MW: Good evening wrestling fans! Welcome back to Chicago, and welcome to LEGACY Pro Wrestling Breakout! We have an exciting slate of action tonight, including the first match in the tournament to crown the first ever L-PRO Heavyweight Champion! [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. MW: But we've got Tom Landis standing in the middle of the ring to kick things off tonight with a special announcement, so let's send it up to him now. [Tom Landis stands inside the ring, and once he gets the cue to let him know the camera is on him he raises the mic up to address the crowds both at home and there in person.] TL: Good evening, folks. When LEGACY Pro was created, the main goal for L-PRO was to provide the next generation of wrestling a place to thrive. Beyond that, it was to be a place that could live up to its name. Legacy. In particular, the legacies of two of the most influential organizations in the history of wrestling and two companies I happen to know quite well. The UWF and MBC. [Loud pop for the mentions! This brings a smile to Tom's face.] Now as you know, tonight we'll see the start of a tournament to crown the very first L-PRO Men's Heavyweight Champion in the main event. And in the not too distant future, we'll be revealing the details on crowning an L- PRO Women's Champion as well. But right now, I'd like to talk to you all about another division. The LEGACY Pro Tag Team Division. [Pop for tag team wrestling cuz why the hell not?!] TL: At this time, I would like to happily announce that there will also be a set of L-PRO Tag Team Titles coming very soon as well. The team who wears these titles first will have a lot to live up to, just as the championships will have a lot to live up to. That said, these titles will also have the legacy to back it up. [And as if summoned... ..."Albatross" by Corrosion of Conformity begins to play over the sound system.] MW: And listen to the fifteen hundred strong here. They are on their feet! CJ: You've sat in these chairs right? They're terrible. [The camera turns to the entrance way where an understandably excited "Thrillseeker" Tommy Elliot bursts through. Wearing a tuxedo t-shirt and cargo shorts, he proudly wears one half of the UWF Tag Team Championships around his waist.] CJ: What are those? MW: On the belt? CJ: He installed a cup holder on the championship belt. MW: Well, he's quite the caffeine connoisseur. He'll never be without a thermos of his special blend nearby. CJ: Don't you mean coffee? MW: No. Caffeine. [And coming out behind Elliot on a much more even keel is "The Dark Horse" Randall Osbourne, wearing a black suit with neon green pinstripes. Because... why not? Slung over the shoulder of his massive six foot eight frame is the other half of the UWF Tag Team Championship.] MW: The Insanity Society is here tonight folks! And it still looks like they could give it a go. CJ: Slow down there. I'm processing the cup holders on the title belt. [Elliot and Osbourne make their way to the ring. Elliot slides in, keeps rolling and slides back out to greet the fans at ringside. Osbourne steps into the ring over the top rope and shakes hands with Landis. The two watch Elliot as he does a few laps before coming back into the ring. Elliot is the first to take the microphone.] TE: You know, as an eighteen year old kid going through the curtain for my first match, hearing the crowd gave me a rush like no other. And now, so many years later... it's still true. [Crowd pop!] TE: I'm no longer an active wrestler. Too many injuries, too many responsibilities. I've got a full time job now. Work for the Albany Public School System. [Tommy pauses, building it up, as he takes a shot from each thermos of coffee] TE: As the Director of Safety. CJ: Somebody made him a Director of Safety? MW: I don't think I have that on my L-PRO Breakout Surprise Bingo Card. TE: Yeah, I've used clips of my old matches as examples of what NOT to do. [Thomas grins and climbs up to one of the top turnbuckles, holstering his thermoses. Osbourne tosses Tommy an orange construction hard hat, which Elliott puts on, along with a pair of goggles.] Speaking of things that are reckless, allow me to pass the microphone to the most dangerous man I've ever known. [Elliot jumps off the turnbuckle on a backflip, tossing the microphone over to Osbourne in mid-jump.] RO: Insert wildly popular catch phrase... HERE! [Osbourne holds the microphone out to the crowd who pop like crazy.] RO: On behalf of my tag team partner and Award Winner for Most Caffeinated Human Being for twenty years straight, I'd like to thank you, Tom, for having us here tonight. [Landis nods in welcome.] RO: We've long been hoping to see something come of the talk about LEGACY Pro and are excited to see what comes next. We wish we could join in the fun, but everyone at the Society has been enjoying retirement. Tommy here, especially so, as a respected member of his community. TE: WOO! COMMUNITY! RO: We also the respect the desire to look to the future and acknowledge the past of two great companies. Let the Insanity Society be the first to contribute. [Elliot grows uncomfortably slow and removes his championship belt. Both he and Osbourne hand over the titles to Landis with a bow of respect. Landis takes the belts, thanking them both.] RO: I've long cherished those belts. They were the first I held in the UWF and somehow, they ended up being the last of my career. May whoever wins the LEGACY Pro belts be worthy enough to carry their weight. TE: Keep the cupholders. They give the belts some added panache. [Laughing at Tommy's remark, Tom places the two titles over his shoulder and takes the microphone back.] TL: On behalf of L-PRO, thank you both once again. These championship titles are the bridge to the future of tag team wrestling. Let's hear it one more time for the Insanity Society! [Another pop rises in appreciation for Elliot and Osbourne, and as "Albatross" hits again we cut to the announce position which sits to the left side of the entrance ramp. Two of the three announcers are at the table, Matthew Westley and Cody Jones, each man wearing an L-PRO polo shirt. The bespectacled younger man, Matthew, speaks first.] MW: Wow, what an announcement to start the show tonight! The last UWF Tag Team Champions relinquishing their titles to create a new tag team championship for L-PRO! CJ: I can't believe we just saw that. MW: Right? CJ: No, I mean I can't believe those two didn't pawn the belts years ago. MW: Come on! We hope to have more information on the crowning of tag team champions here soon, but we're excited tonight as the tournament to crown our first ever L-PRO Heavyweight Champion kicks off! In the main event, Stan "The Man" Fox looks to continue the momentum from last week when he takes on Eddie Kirkpatrick, the second generation wrestler and someone we've seen in L-PRO already too. CJ: Yeah but it's gonna take more than an identity crisis over who to call daddy to score a win over the Man. Kirkpatrick's young, and one day he may make something of himself but he's living in the Man's world now. MW: We'll just have to see later, I suppose. We've also got a double debut in the women's division tonight, the upstart young Hayden Childes is preparing to take on a woman who's already made quite a name for herself in other places, the Goblin Queen. CJ: Yeah I hope you're not too attached to Little Miss Childes, because if you've never seen the Queen before you're in for a really rude awakening. MW: She does have quite the international reputation, that's for sure. CJ: And a long list of women she's taken out of the sport. MW: That match is also coming up shortly, but first we go backstage to Cammy Magnus who's standing by with a participant in our first match tonight. CJ: The man, the myth, the legend himself! [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. Next to her is a card table. On the table is a stack of 8X11 photographs, a bottle of Aquafina, and four gold markers. Standing behind the table 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.] CM: I'm here with one of the men who have to be considered a favorite in the tournament for the L-PRO Title match, Danny Holden. Danny, I'm sure you're excited the LEGACY is back in business. [Danny speaks with a high-pitched voiced for a 220 pound, and it even cracks as he talks.] DH: Cammy, it is great that LEGACY Pro is back. It is great for me, it is great for you, it is great for everyone- especially the fans. Because tonight, they get to see... [Danny points both of his index fingers at himself] DH:... the greatest wrestler in the history of the sport. [Danny grabs the Aquafina bottle and drinks it.] DH: Now, I'll use my knowledge, my skill, and my athleticism to beat every obstacle L-PRO throws at me. And why? Because I am... [Danny sets the bottle down on the table and points both index fingers at himself again.] DH: ... the greatest wrestler in the history of the sport. [Cammy rolls her eyes- you get the feeling she's heard this far more times than she would care to remember.] CM: No one doubts your skill, Danny, but you don't even know who your opponents might be. Are your worried about your overconfidence costing you? [Danny shakes his head.] DH: My confidence is 100% earned, and 100% deserved. When I was five years old, I started practicing writing my signature. Because I knew I would be famous, I knew people would be outstanding, and I knew that people would want my autograph. I signed my name, over and over and over again. And do you know why, Cammy? [Cammy starts to respond, but Danny cuts in.] DH: Because I knew I owed it to the people waiting in line for a moment of someone as great as I was, and I should give them my absolute best. [Danny grabs one of the markers and the top photograph, and with a practiced motion, signs the picture. He turns it to face the camera. It's a black and white picture of Danny Holden with a hammerlock on his opponent. In gold ink, Danny's written, 'To: Cammy. Be a Star!- D. Holden' He hands the picture to Cammy.] DH: I'm good at signing autographs. [He pauses and looks at the camera.] DH: And I'm the greatest wrestler in the history of our sport. [Danny nods at the table] DH: I'll be back to sign the rest of these shortly. [Danny walks off. Cammy rolls her eyes, crumbles up the photograph, and tosses it into the trash. We fade back into the arena, and can see that Tom Landis has joined Matthew and Cody at the announce table.] __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ MS P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / LEGACY PRO BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- OPENING MATCH: Danny Holden versus Rob Reynolds ----------------------------------------------------------- [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, blizzards that turned the whole 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.] TL: There's no discounting Holden's skill. He is a master ring technician. But dear lord is the man full of himself. CJ: He's full of confidence! He's the easy favorite to win the L-PRO tournament. TL: Maybe, but there's a whole locker room full of people who'd like to dispute that. [Holden stands in the corner nearest the timekeeper's position, while his opponent, Rob Reynolds, 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 two hundred and twenty-two pounds... DANNNNNNNYYYYYYYY HOOOOOOLLLLDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN! [Danny stands in the middle of the ring, fully expecting to be showered with cheers. When he's greeted with boos, a pout grows on his face.] BC: And his opponent, hailing from Decauter, Illinois, weighing two hundred and forty-three pounds, here is ROB REYNOLDS! [Holden and Reynolds meet in the center of the ring, shake hands, and lock up. Holden twists into an armbar, then a hammerlock, and follows up by trapping Reynolds knee and forcing him to the mat. Reynolds reaches out and gets his free foot under the bottom rope, forcing a break. Holden releases and stands up with arms outraised, perturbed by the boos from the crowd.] TL: I've seen guys like Daniel Kidd and Joey Valachi rile up the crowd by these antics. Holden actually thinks he should be praised. BC: Danny's giving the audience far too much credit for being able to appreciate his genius. [They go to lock up again, but Reynolds doubles over Holden with a knee to the stomach, then a double axe handle to the back of Holden's neck. He picks up Holden and bodyslams him with a cover...] 1... KICKOUT! [Reynolds goes to pick Holden up but Holden delivers a standing dropkick to the face of Rob Reynolds. Holden grabs the right arm of Reynolds again, locks in a hammerlock, drives him to the mat, and somersaults over to add more pressure to the arm.] MW: Holden has that arm locked tight. CJ: He can take it home as a trophy if he wants to. [Holden stands up but keeps his foot on the wrist of Reynolds, then uses his other foot to stomp on the exposed upper arm of Rob Reynolds. Reynolds gets back to his feet but Holden leaps up, scissors the arm with his legs, and brings Reynolds down again. He traps the scissored arm with his left leg, grabs the other arm of Reynolds with his free hands, and yanks back on the arm.] MW: A Kimura Lock AND a a Fujiwara Armbar! Reynolds has nowhere to go, and he taps! [Holden releases the holds as Bill Chapman makes it official.] BC: The winner of the match... DANNY HOLDENNNNNNNNNNNN! TL: This match wasn't in doubt. MW: No- but I think Danny Holden made a statement tonight. He combined two submission holds and applied both to Reynolds. TL: There's no doubt Holden isn't talented. CJ: There's no doubt he's the next champion, either. TL: Again, there's a whole locker room full of guys backstage who might beg to differ. [We fade up backstage to a medium shot of an older man in a bedraggled suit. He appears to be in mid-conversation with someone out of view. Though he's a bit older, and hasn't been seen on camera in a few years, his face is easily recognizable. No surprise there, as it's one of the most slappable (and slapped) faces in UWF history. Knowing his reputation, he will likely retain that title here in Legacy PRO. A light but respectful nostalgia pop emerges from the crowd, despite the man's reputation. ] SAM STEELEY: I'm telling you kid, you're like a puppy with big paws. Stick with me, and I'll take you places! Whaddaya say? [We pan over and down slightly to see the person he's shystering to, and it's a huge man in a black wrestling singlet trimmed in green. His head is down as he finishes applying his wrist tape. He raises his head to Sam, and we see his youthful face and clear blue eyes hold a quizzical expression. He idly rubs at his buzz cut as if it's a recent change to his hairstyle. His face is handsome and familiar, but there's something different. There's a mild pop from a few fans who recognize him.] "Do you even know my name?" [Sam appears flustered by the question, but only for a moment. He does his hucksterish best to deflect and redirect.] SS: What kinda question is that, kid? I'm Vice President of Talent Relations here in Legacy PRO. Of course I know you. It's literally my job to know everyone here! [The "kid" smirks, rising to his feet slowly. He towers over the much smaller man. The youth's physique is well muscled, which adds to the disparity between the two. Sam looks up at the imposing specimen before him, who speaks again.] "Isn't your title Executive to the VP? Last I heard, you serve under Moe Owens." [There are a few 'ooohs' from the crowd at this clap back. Flustered by being called out, Sam tries to recover. This obviously isn't going the way he thought.] SS: Okay, look kid -- [Swaggering into the shot, clad in his ring robe with his latest Sugar on his arm, is none other than Stan "The Man" Fox. He smirks cockily as he appraises the big youngster.] SF: Ready for another round, Ed? [With a thunderbolt of realization, Sam smacks his forehead.] SS: Ed? Yeah, Ed! Edmond, that's right! Winston's boy! How is your dad doing anyways? You know, I always thought the most of him, and of you. Just wonderful, wonderful people. Is he... is he hiring, by chance? [Stan sees the icy glare coming from the youngster as he stares at Sam. He seems to consider all of his options for a moment before finally speaking up. ] SF: Sam baby, you're gonna wanna shut up and take the foot out of your mouth. Eddie Kirkpatrick here... [Stan puts extra emphasis on Eddie's name. Whether he's taking a shot at the kid or trying to lend Sam a hand is left unsaid, but given Stan's own slimy demeanor it's probably both.] SF: Well, he's kinda sensitive about the whole "who's your daddy" thing. Ain't ya, kiddo? [Stan slaps Eddie's back, definitely harder than he really needs to. Sugar giggles at her man's antics, but Eddie isn't laughing. His eyes haven't left Sam's, who seems to have finally clued in that Eddie might be a bit annoyed. An understatement, of course, but Eddie is fighting to keep his composure.] EK: Mister Steeley, you called my first match here in LEGACY Pro, so that means you deserve a little respect. I'd really appreciate it if you left Stan and I to talk. SS: Oh yeah! Sure kid. Now might not be the right time. You've got a match to get ready for. Right, right. [Sam turns to go, but spins back around. ] SS: Oh! One more thing. Have you thought about coming out of a box for your entrance? You know what they say, if you come out of a box, you're-- EK: Now, Sam. [Sam scuttles away, leaving Stan and Sugar Mark Two alone to torment Eddie. Stan's glee is palpable, and Sugar happily bounces and flounces for her man.] SF: So, kid... heh heh heh... are we wrestling for beers again? If you think I'm gonna go easy on you this time, you got another thing comin'. [Eddie watches Stan warily.] EK: No. Your stories sucked and I was paying off that bar tab for months. Not a lot of money on the house show circuit, Stan. SF: Oh don't be such a sour puss. That's your problem, kid. You need to loosen up. This is Chicago! [What a cheap pop. The fans seem to only half-heartedly cheer. Perhaps they know Stan Fox well...] SF: It's not much of a town, but it's way better than that hole you're from. Toledo, right? [Eddie sighs.] SF: Look, kid. This is the big time. I don't have time to hold your hand and walk you through everything that it takes to be a wrestling superstar like me. I tried to show you the ropes back when you first came in, out of the goodness of my heart. It didn't take, obviously. So what you oughta do is fold up your little tights, hit the showers, and ride right back to the indie circuit where you belong! [The Second Coming of Sugar squeals at her man's witticisms, but Eddie has obviously had enough.] EK: What *you* ought to do... [Eddie steps deep into Stan's space, staring down at him. Sugar lets out a squeak (not quite a meep... but almost) and steps aside.] EK: You ought to remember that this rookie schooled you last time, and chokeslammed your ass straight to Hell. [There's a pop at this fire from the youngster.] EK: Your new arm candy hasn't seen me work yet, so I think she's in for a treat, too. I bet she's gonna love picking your teeth up off the mat once I'm done with you. [A smile forms on Eddie Kirkpatrick's face, an eager, intense smile... almost sharklike. Sugar doesn't seem to like it one bit, and tries to coax her man out of the locker room.] SF: Yeah, yeah. See ya in the ring, kid. [We fade as Stan and Sugar exit.] CJ: Okay, if anybody's going to give Danny a bit of a challenge, it could be Stan Fox. MW: Or Eddie Kirkpatrick. CJ: Like I said, Stan Fox. TL: It's single elimination, there's little doubt in my mind that anybody could walk out the champion. Just like anybody can be beaten on any given night. MW: Before we move on to our next match, lets head to the back where our own Rory McAllister stands by with one of tonight's competitors. [The camera feed switches to a decent sized space in the back. Dominating the back wall is a large Legacy-Pro banner in red, orange and black. Before it stands a skinny, red-haired youth with a microphone in hand: Rory McAllister.] RM: Thanks Matthew. I'm here with Jim and Ron Purcell, the Neon Knights. Accompanying them is their business manager Deanna Orlofski. [Stepping into frame is the tandem known as The Neon Knights, a pair that answers the question "what's the low bar for a professional wrestler?" But they are inconsequential as their manager is the obvious focus of the team (and merchandise... and popularity). A gorgeous blonde with short curly hair, be rest assured she is all business.] RA: Ms. Orlofski, what is your team's game plan tonight? [Orlofski gives a patronizing smile.] DO: Please, Rory. Call me Dee. RA: Dee... DO: No... wait. Ms. Orlofski is fine. [Dee-O takes the microphone and motions for Rory to step away. Upon his doing so, she turns to the camera and beckons Jim and Ron stand beside her.] DO: It has been some time since Ronald and James have wrestled on a stage this big. They are hungry. They are ready. And their opponents? Who were they again, Ronald? RP: tRaekwon. JP: Really? That's who we're facing? RP: Piece of cake. DO: Focus, boys. Despite our opponent's reputation for... what's the best way of putting it... being flakes... I have taken it upon myself to get an insurance policy to make sure they show up. RP: If they don't show up, we win by forfeit, right? JP: Sweet! High five! [Ron looks at his brother, annoyed and shakes his head.] RP: Quality of the win counts. And I am confident we can defeat... tRaekwon without too much trouble. Let's go boys. __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ KL P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- TAG TEAM CONTEST: The Neon Knights versus tRaekwon ----------------------------------------------------------- [Ring announcer Bill Chapman stands by as Black Sabbath's "Neon Knights" blares out over the sounds system.] BC: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Deanna Orlofski, Jim and Ron Purcell... THE NEEEOOOOOOONN KNIIIIIIIGHTS! [Jim and Ron come out of the opposing entrances on the stage, wearing matching purple and day glow yellow tights. Dee-O follows behind Ronald and takes up position between them to bask in the boos, cheers and catcalls. The three then begin to make their way down the aisle.] MW: Orlofski sure knows how to make an entrance. CJ: She does. Not so much her team. MW: Any word on what this insurance policy is? TL: Yes, but the visual is more impressive. CJ: More impressive than Dee-O? BC: And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by May Kwon, they are Clay and Jay Kwon... ...TRRAAAAEEEEKKKKWOOOONNN! [The heavy metal guitars are quickly replaced by "The Baddest Man Alive" by The Black Keys and RZA. From the entrance way comes the three biggest wannabe thugs you've ever seen. And yes, I know, some of you have seen a lot. May Kwon leads the way with what appears to be a homemade T-shirt cannon. Jay and Clay rush up the aisle hawking their merchandise to the fans along the dasher boards.] CJ: I don't think anyone is buying. MW: Tom, are you sure they're actual professional wrestlers and not... TL: Idiots? MW: A good word for it. CJ: They can be both. [With no one buying their T-shirts, Jay and Clay slide into the ring and quickly climb the corners to hype the crowd up. May fires off the T-shirt cannon only to have the T-shirts thrown back. The referee calls for both teams to stand center ring.] MW: Jay and Ron look to start our contest. And there's the bell. TL: Ron quickly overpowers Jay and backs him to the corner. [Ron dominates Jay early, dropping chop after chop across the tRaekwon members chest. Just when Kwon can't take anymore, Ron snapmres him to the middle of the ring and starts work on wearing him down. Jay struggles early on as Ron continues his methodical approach. A lucky shot, however, staggers Ron and allows for Jay to make the tag. Clay rushes in only to meet a massive clothesline. Ron shakes off the cobwebs and brings in his brother. Jim comes in like a ball of lightning, running and attacking Clay from all angles.] TL: This is the best I've ever seen the Knights look in the ring. Not a bit of rust. CJ: Anybody would look like Michael Jordan if they're dunking on toddlers. MW: Jim Purcell heading to the corner and making his way to the top. TL: And Purcell misses badly. CJ: Very badly. TL: Clay getting a second wind here. CJ: Like, how can you miss that badly? [Clay quickly pulls Jim up to his feet and with as much strength as he can muster (which isn't much given his meager frame), he whips Jim to the ropes. Jim hits full speed and on the rebound, Clay tries a leapfrog. Jim has presence of mind not to duck and instead catches Clay and plants him with a spinebuster. He goes for the pin but only gets the count of two. Jim tags back out to Ron who charges towards his opponent, but Jay Kwon slips into the ring to pull Clay away for a full retreat.] MW: Jay and Clay look like they've had enough of this. TL: I may have to give them a talk about proper motivation. CJ: Or job satisfaction? MW: The Kwon siblings are heading to the back and it would appear they are satisfied with a countout loss. [Just as Jay and Clay get to the entrance way, they find their pathway blocked. By what? More like who. A six foot eight inch monster of pure muscle and rage stands in their way. His disgust is palpable.] MW: Jonas Elm! CJ: The man named after a tree! TL: When you're as big as one... MW: Clay, Jay and May want nothing to do with him and are running back to the ring. Suddenly the Neon Knights look like the better option. CJ: That may be the only time that has ever said out loud. [As Elm stalks tRaekwon down the aisle, Jay and Clay slide back into the ring only to be met by Ron and Jim Purcell. The Knights Irish whip their respective opponents in tandem and on the rebound, hit them with duplicate dropkicks. Jim springs up and plays to the crowd as Ron slowly gets to his feet. He takes Jay and tosses him to the outside.] MW: Clay Kwon still the legal man here. TL: Ran yanking Clay back to his feet and now... lifting him on the shoulders. Jim Purcell to the corner MW: The Evil Eye! This one has got to be over. CJ: We can dream. TL: The cover... one... two... and three. It's done! BC: The winner of this match by pinfall... THE NEON KNIIIIIIGHTS! ["Neon Knights" kicks out over the PA system as the Purcells celebrate inside the ring. Outside, the Kwon siblings scurry away as Orlofski proudly talks up her insurance policy, Jonas Elm, to the fans at ringside.] MW: That's one dangerous man to have at your back. CJ: And front and side. He's a tank. Pure offense absorbing tank. TL: Let's not get into your MMO addiction. MW: I hate to break this up, but we're getting breaking word that next week in the second tournament match, it's going to be a HUGE, HUGE contest. Tom, you've got sources back there. Care to share? TL: I'd be happy to, Matt. [Tom stands up at the announce table and picks up a handheld microphone to address the live crowd.] As most of you know tonight, we're kicking off the L-PRO title tournament in the main event with a huge match between Stan "The Man" Fox and Eddie Kirkpatrick. [POP!] And now at this time, I'd like to announce on behalf of L-PRO that two more big names have been entered into the tournament as well. And next week here on Breakout, they're all set to face each other in the first round. [Rumbles of anticipation from the crowd.] Next week, the number six seed, "UP ALL NIGHT" PABLO O'CONNOR... [A loud chorus of boos goes up through the L-PRO Arena.] TL: ... makes his L-PRO return. And he's got a tall task, because he's drawn the number three seed in the tournament and a former world heavyweight champion in his own right... "DOOMSAYER" KYLE LEE. [HUGE POP! The crowd roars at the announcement, when suddenly loud drums and bass guitar erupt over the speakers. The loud guitar kicks in and fans POP because they recognize Midnite Gypsie's hardrocking version of "The Girl From Ipanema" and what that means! The look on the face of Tom Landis is a mix of irritation and resignation.] CL: Yes! And now we get to be greeted by the man himself! [A wall of a man, dressed in an expensive charcoal colored suit with a white formal shirt and a black tie, and cherry colored sunglasses on his face, walks out and scans the scene before motioning with a signal and out walks two very familiar faces to the pro wrestling world. A Caucasian man dressed in an expensive cherry colored suit with a sky blue shirt and a cherry colored tie & shoes, and a Caucasian woman dressed in an expensive cherry colored dress suit with pink formal shirt on, a large cherry colored briefcase, cherry colored high heels and a MBC Gold Medal around her neck. Oh yeah, you know who they are. "Up All Night" Pablo O'Connor and his wife & manager, Stephanie Delacroix, along with their bodyguard KdV! HEEL POP!] MW: Well I guess we probably should have expected this, you say his name and Pablo O'Connor appears. CJ: What are you trying to say, Westley? MW: That he craves the spotlight? But I have to wonder, why exactly is he here tonight? CJ: To remind us of his greatness, naturally. [They walk towards the ring with bemused smirks on their faces but stop feet away before motioning to their bodyguard who nods. KdV walks over to the timekeeper and points at the chair he is sitting in with a very intimidating demeanor. They scramble and stumble away from the chair in a panic and the behemoth scoops up the chair, along with a microphone, before heading back to his bosses, setting up the chair and handing the microphone to Delacroix. She gives him a nod of approval and then smiles proudly at her husband as he sits down in the chair with a smug smile on his face. She lifts the microphone to speak.] SD: We got some business to talk about, L-PRO. First off, that match you just announced for next week? [The crowd POPS at the thought of the match. Delacroix looks around at the cheering fans with a look of pity.] SD: Yeah, that is not happening. [BOOS erupt!] MW: What? What does he mean it's not happening? CJ: Maybe shut up and let him tell you? [Delacroix & O'Connor roll their eyes with amused smirks before continuing.] SD: It isn't happening because we are NOT interested in your tournament or your trinket. [LOUDER BOOS! Stephanie makes a face.] SD: Say, Honey Bunny, what do you call a prize with no history, prestige or value? [She holds the microphone to her husband who leans forward with a smile.] POC: Trash! [ROOF-SHAKING BOOS!] MW: This is unbelievable, is he actually trying to claim that he's not interested in the tournament because it's brand new, and nobody's given it a legacy yet? CJ: Well, when you put it that way... MW: That's preposterous! [The louder and angrier the crowd boos the larger the smiles become on the duo's faces, as if they were vampires gaining sustenance from everyone's displeasure. Delacroix holds a hand up.] SD: It's BAD BUSINESS for us, L-PRO, because see we already have the single most valuable prize in all of professional wrestling in our possession! [The BOOS turn into a BUZZ as the fans in attendance realize they may get to see... it!] SD: You wave shiny baubles of maybes and we wave back with THIS! [Pablo lifts his left hand up in the air and with a snap of his fingers motion begins to happen from the curtains and the crowd BUZZ explodes into a POP as a PARADE OF GOLD COMMENCES! Five beautiful women walk out carrying all manner of championship belts and trophies! The UWF Unified Television championship! The UWF Meltdown Championship! The UWF Rampage Championship! The International Fighting Championship! The Cherry Cola World Heavyweight Championship! The Toad Trophy from the WWA's 200 Man Rumble! The KOW King of Kings Unified World Heavyweight Championship! The 4L World Heavyweight Championship from Mexico! The Old School of Hard Knocks Wrestling Heavyweight Championship! The FCWF World Heavyweight Championship! The JPWF World Heavyweight Championship! A World Heavyweight Championship with a phoenix bird on it! TITLE BELT PARADE POP! The women line up behind Pablo & Stephanie who are BEAMING with pride and an almost victorious look on their faces!] SD: What is your tournament for your fool's gold next to THE LEGACY CROWN?! [She points towards the announce table and then to all the fans.] SD: Bow before the KING of pro wrestling, the L-Crown Champion, my husband.. PABLO O'CONNOR! [O'Connor stands up with his arms outstretched while Delacroix applauds and the loud "Girl From Ipanema" cover blasts over the speakers trying to drown the BOOS!] TL: Yeah, that's not gonna happen. I'm not bowing to anybody, buddy. [Landis continues to visibly jaw with Pablo as he and his entourage slowly make their way backstage.] MW: This is utterly ridiculous, that Pablo O'Connor is apparently refusing to enter the tournament now? CJ: He does have quite a collection of championships there, maybe he's on to something. All that legacy he's got there in his L-Crown, that's a lot of pressure to have to defend. MW: You can't possibly be serious, Cody. Everybody else in the locker room would give their eye teeth to be in the tournament, to have that chance to be the first to wear the L-PRO title! CJ: Everyone else doesn't have to get help to carry around all their accolades. MW: I'm more curious as to what this means for next week. Does that mean Kyle Lee's going to receive a bye in the tournament? Fans, you can be sure we'll dig into this and try to have an answer to that, but at the moment we're seeing a real monkey wrench thrown into things here. We'll be back here in a moment with that women's division contest, but first we're going to hear from both of the competitors. [Cut to the interview area in the back. Cammy Magnus is standing in front of the backdrop, and beside her is a young athletic looking woman with light blonde hair tied back into a ponytail. She's dressed in her wrestling attire, as well as an oversized black L-PRO hoodie.] CM: Thanks Matt, I'm here now with Hayden Childes, one of the new additions to the women's division here in LEGACY Pro. Hayden, welcome to the show. Tell us a bit about yourself. HC: Thank you Cammy, I'm here in L-PRO and ready to show a new generation of women's wrestling fans what I can do. I grew up watching the greatest wrestling talent in the world back in the UWF women's division, and I'm so excited that L-PRO has created a division now to try and continue the progression. CM: Some might say tonight you've drawn the toughest challenge possible, when you face the Goblin Queen. HC: And they'd be right. I've been wrestling for a few years but this is easily going to be the hardest match I've ever had. The Goblin Queen has terrorized divisions wherever she's been. She's a monster, there's no way around it. But while I'm going into this match knowing exactly what she's capable of, she's going to come in with no idea what I can do. [Hayden looks into the camera, a look of defiance written on her face.] HC: People have already written me off, tonight. That means I have nothing to lose going out there and giving it my all. And that's exactly what I plan to do. CM: Thanks Hayden, and good luck tonight. [Camera cuts to what appears to be some sort of parlor where a man of Indian heritage sits by a small tea table. He is dressed in an immaculately tailored white linen suit, sporting a plum silk bow tie and smirk. Handsome enough, but there's something unsettling in his narrowed gaze -- like scanning for the tender parts on his quarry. He raises a bone china cup and nods at the camera.] Man: Assam. Steep for two minutes and no more... unless you're an uncouth savage. [Sip. Nod. He sets the cup down and the smirk widens to an unsavory grin.] Man: Mmm...yes, forgive me for not introducing myself. My name is Dutt -- Mister Gordon J. Dutt. And I am but the humble manager of the divine WRATH encased in human form, Her Most GLORIOUS MAJESTY -- THE GOBLIN QUEEN! [As if in reponse, a maddening bellow can be heard off camera. Dutt chuckles.] GJD: Oh, L-PRO...thank you! Thank you for blessed sacrifice you are offering Her on Her arrival here -- this sweet summer Hayden Childes. Dear dear Child...do you think you're all grown up now? That Mummy and Daddy no longer have to hold your hand, reassuring you that there's nothing to be afraid of? No boogeymen in your closet, no monsters lurking under your bed...such a big girl you are! [Dutt drums his fingtips all the while, grin widening like a fiend as his voice drips with honeyed dismissal in every word.] GJD: No...no monsters under the bed, Child. But monsters are real, little Child...we are here and we are hungry. Hungry for the destruction of YOU -- and EVERY other painted slattern that crawls the alleys of L- PRO! Her Majesty will CLEANSE this division of every tarted-up PRETENDER to Her Reign! A carnage of SCREAMS and an ORGY-- [a sudden, sick sucking of air from between's Dutt's clenched teeth as he casts his gaze heavenward] --of shattered bones and bleeding, broken faces! It will be MAGNIFICENT! [The camera slowly pans over, this time to what look like to be the bedroom of a little girl. Teddy bears are torn in twain, toy tea set smashed upon the floor, canopied poster bed destroyed. The Japanese behemoth, the Goblin Queen herself glares at the camera, then slowly crushes the head of a china doll between her meaty claws.] GQ: [growling] Pureitaimu ga owatta, baishunpu... [Fade.] __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ MB P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- WOMEN'S DIVISION MATCH: The Goblin Queen versus Hayden Childes ----------------------------------------------------------- BC: The following contest is a singles contest, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first... [Over the PA system comes the peppy opening to "Bend" by Ria Mae, the driving beat getting a round of cheers from the crowd as the athletic blonde seen minutes earlier steps out from the locker rooms.] BC: Hailing from Myrtle Beach, South Carolina and weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds... HAYYYYYDENNNNN CHIIIIIIILLLLLLDESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! [Childes ditches the hoodie at the top of the ramp, revealing that she's dressed in red ring gear, hot pants and a cropped top with matching silver accents and silver boots. Her hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and on her way down to the ring she stretches out to tag fans along the aisle before sliding headfirst into the ring.] CJ: Anyone else suddenly have a craving for vanilla? [Rolling to her feet with a determined look on her face as the harsh sounds of "Maladise" by Nunchaku kick in, and the cheers turn very quickly to a cacophony of boos.] BC: From Hiroshima, Japan, weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds and accompanied to the ring by Mister Gordon J. Dutt... THE GOBLINNNNNNNN QUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNN! [The Goblin Queen begins her way down the aisle. She lets loose with a bellow of rage as she beats her chest a few times. With an ever-present wink in his eye and a smirk on his face and staying a couple steps behind is her manager, Mr. Gordon J. Dutt.] CJ: Tell me, does the matchmaking committee have a real hatred for Childes or something? MW: I can't imagine so, why would you ask that? CJ: Because I think she's about to set the record for shortest stint in this company. [Childes looks on at her opponent with a serious expression on her face, while the Queen stalks around ringside glaring back at Hayden like she's a shark circling her chum. Dutt wears a smirk as he watches Childes too, and when the Goblin Queen climbs up and steps into the ring the referee calls the two women towards the middle of the ring.] TL: On paper this looks like a mismatch, and it's a real size advantage to the Goblin Queen. But don't sleep on Hayden Childes, she's been wrestling for close to eight years and is quite a student of the game. [Just before the bell sounds to start the match, the Queen absolutely ROCKS Childes with a palm strike to the face and follows it up by pouncing on the unsteady blonde with a barrage of shots that puts her right in the corner immediately.] CJ: Which game, exactly? MW: My word, this is just underway and the Goblin Queen is unleashing upon her opponent from the word go! Another palm strike catches Hayden Childes under the chin, and it appears she's already dazed now! Queen with a HUGE biel toss into the middle of the ring! [Childes lands with a dull thud in the middle of the ring and tries to pull herself up, only to be greeted with a kick square in the face to further daze her. On the outside her manager smiles widely as the Queen grabs her by the hair and pulls Hayden up, trapping her with a facelock and hammering her a few more times before a slam in the middle of the ring puts the younger woman down on the mat. Dropping a pair of knees into the side of her face next, the Goblin Queen scrapes her opponent off the mat again and doubles her up for a powerbomb. Gamely Childes struggles to counter, but another pair of heavy forearms across the back rattles her and after being released from the hold the GQ barrels into her with a huge spear that takes her all the way through the ropes to the floor!] MW: To say things haven't started off well for Hayden Childes is an understatement, this has been all Goblin Queen so far. CJ: Outsized, outwitted, outmatched. TL: I don't trust a guy like Dutt out there anywhere near Childes either. CJ: Right, because the Goblin Queen needs backup? [As Hayden tries desperately to pull herself up and get back into the match, gripping the bottom ring rope it's the manager of her opponent who wanders closely by, offering her mocking words of encouragement all while wearing a look of delight. Having to focus on the lecherous manager means taking her eyes off of the GQ, which proves a mistake as the Queen reaches out and grabs the ponytail of Childes and yanks her right up onto the ring apron by it. The Goblin Queen executes a short-arm clothesline on the outside that leaves Childes much worse off, hanging on the top rope with her hair still in the clutches of her brutal foe. With a mixture of maniacal glee and disgust on her face, the GQ tears at the ponytail and undoes it before hooking Hayden with another facelock to conceal a choke along the top rope. Childes flails and tries to escape, but after a near five count from the referee a DEVASTATING headbutt into the back of Hayden's head that knocks the blonde loopy for the umpteenth time in the match already. With two handfuls of her now free hair, the Queen chokes Hayden once again and then smashes her face-first into the top turnbuckle. Dragging her back into the ring now it's obvious that Childes is basically out on her feet and needing assistance to stay upright. The Queen hooks the blonde and hoists her straight up into the air.] MW: BRAINBUSTER SUPLEX TO THE MAT! That has to spell the end of this, here's the cover now by the Goblin Queen. One! Two! But she pulls her up off the mat instead! Come on, this is not needed at all! TL: With all due respect to Childes now, the Goblin Queen has been all over her from the start of this match, so just end it already. CJ: Wait a second, exactly what respect is she due? TL: Not now, Cody. CJ: No I'm being serious, she hasn't put up any sort of defense, why does she deserve respect? Look at her, and look at the woman who's pounding her into paste. Which one do you respect, Tom? [As the Queen drags the barely conscious form of Childes back onto her feet, it's another headbutt that strikes her in the forehead this time. Holding up her left arm above her head, the GQ delivers a wicked heart punch next and down crumples Childes to the mat in a heap.] MW: Alright, enough is enough now. Time to end this one! [But a stomp square to Childes' stomach is the result, and the Queen drags her to a sitting position instead. Sitting on her shoulders, she reaches down and grabs the leg of her opponent and yanks on it in a stump puller but only briefly, just long enough for the pain to cause Hayden to scream but not enough time to submit to it.] CJ: This is what you call playing with your food, guys. MW: It's disgusting is what it is. [The Queen once again drags Childes to her feet, though it's again not without assistance as the younger wrestler can't mount much of a comeback. As the GQ hoists her up across her shoulders at the insistence of Dutt from the outside, Childes does manage to throw a count of quick elbows into the side of the GQ's head and causes her to drop her.] CJ: Oh that was a mistake. [Letting out a bellow of rage though, a DEADLY knee straight into Childes' face puts her lights out for good and the blonde woman collapses unmoving. The sheer force of it draws an audible gasp from the crowd, and as the Queen yanks her unconscious form up she locks on a cobra clutch. Hayden still offers no resistance, but it's only to allow for better positioning to pull her right back up and get her back in position across the GQ's shoulders. With no remorse she drops Childes straight down on the top of her head with a Burning Hammer, laying her out completely as the referee wastes no time in making the count. 1 -- 2 -- 3!] TL: Well thank god, at least the ordeal is finally over. The Goblin Queen came ready for a fight tonight. CJ: Yeah, too bad she didn't get one. [As the GQ's theme starts back up, the announcement is made.] BC: Here is your winner... THE GOBLINNNNNNNNN QUEEEEEEENNNNNN! MW: Well that was unbridled- Oh my god, she's not done! THE GOBLIN QUEEN ISN'T DONE WITH CHILDES YET! [The music cuts right out as the Queen drags Childes back to a seated position and kneels behind her, clubbing her with forearms across the side of the head. Gordon Dutt crawls into the ring and keeps egging on his charge, as the wild Queen refuses to let up on her defenseless opponent. The crowd unleashes a torrent of boos as the Queen grabs Childes and hoists her up onto her shoulder, hooking a half crab from that position that brings Childes back to life, screaming again in agony.] MW: Somebody stop this! Someone get out here already! CJ: This wasn't a match, this was a statement. Message received Goblin Queen. [Letting up on the hold somewhat, the Queen runs towards the corner and SMASHES Hayden's face upside down into the turnbuckle. The referee warns the GQ and demands she let Childes go, but repeatedly the Queen drives Hayden into it, and with an impressive switch up just plants her into the canvas with a devastating powerbomb. All Childes can do is twitch in shock, and the referee tries to get in between the Goblin Queen and what's left of Childes. Finally the GQ begins to back off at Dutt's insistence, as the manager grins a sickly smile at the fallen opponent. As security finally begins to flood into the ring forming more of a wall between them, Bill Chapman confers with the referee.] BC: Ladies and gentlemen, due to repeatedly ignoring the official's warnings, it is at the referee's discretion to reverse the decision. Therefore, your winner... HAYYYYDEEEEEN CHILLLLLLLLDESSSSSSSSSSSSS! [The booing continues to rain down on the Queen as Dutt leads her away from ringside, while inside the ring Childes is slowly helped to a sitting position as a towel is held to her face. We can see by the reddish stains on it, that the match has lasting damage for her.] MW: What a disgraceful showing by the Goblin Queen! It's one thing to win a match but she behaved like an animal in there both during and after the match! TL: I don't know at what point she drew blood exactly, whether that's a broken nose or if she just got busted open by one of those vicious headbutts. But the entire women's division had better be on notice now that the Goblin Queen is here. [As Childes is slowly helped from the ring we cut up to the announce position by the stage now.] MW: So now we're just moments away from tonight's main event, and the first match to kick off the L-PRO Heavyweight Championship Tournament. The young upstart, Eddie Kirkpatrick, against Stan "The Man" Fox. As well we know that next week the legendary "Doomsayer" Kyle Lee will be in tournament action as well, though if we're to believe what we heard earlier, his opponent Pablo O'Connor will NOT be his opponent. TL: Most of the time I'd be wary of anything that comes out of his mouth, but this seems misguided enough to be for real. If that's the case though, that's a huge loss of opportunity for Pablo but it also opens the door for somebody else to step up to the plate. Not that it's going to be an easy feat to knock off someone with the stature of Kyle Lee. CJ: I'd love to know just how Lee even got into this thing in the first place! Isn't he like eighty? And how'd he end up getting the three seed in the tournament? MW: The experience of a fighter like Kyle Lee is enough to justify a higher ranking if you ask me. And I wouldn't count him out of winning the entire thing either. TL: Age is just a number, Ceej. MW: Well I guess we'll have to see what the company's ruling is on Pablo O'Connor and his spot in the tournament, but as for tonight who do you see moving on? Kirkpatrick or Fox? TL: I think it's going to be a tough, tough match no matter who wins, but just based on experience once again, I think you might have to give it to Fox. CJ: Oh my god, we agree on something. Stan's got this in the bag, you saw him last week against that runt Tasker. MW: But if you'll pardon the pun, Eddie Kirkpatrick is an entirely different animal. And as memory serves they've already faced each other before, and it was Eddie who came away with the win. TL: They did, and that's why I'm giving the edge tonight to Stan. This is essentially a second chance for him, not only in trying to become the first L-PRO Heavyweight Champion but against Kirkpatrick. If, and granted that's a big if, but if he can get his head out of his ass long enough, he'll take what he learned in their first match and figure out how to pull out the win. ["Stroke Me" hits the PA system, cutting off the announcers for a second. The opening beat has the crowd unleashing a loud chorus of boos, though it's subdued somewhat when a certain redhead steps out from the back.] CJ: He's also got Sugar at ringside. Tough to beat with her set of- MW: Stop it. CJ: -eyes, out there watching his back. MW: Okay, you didn't go where I figured you would. CJ: Great rack too. __ ____ ____ ____ L / / / __ \/ __ \/ __ \ MB P / / _____/ /_/ / /_/ / / / /-------------------------- R / /__/____/ ____/ _, _/ /_/ / SATURDAY NIGHT BREAKOUT O /_____/ /_/ /_/ |_|\____/---------------------------- MAIN EVENT L-PRO MEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE TOURNAMENT FIRST ROUND MATCH: Stan "The Man" Fox [4] versus Eddie Kirkpatrick [5] ----------------------------------------------------------- BC: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of the evening! And is a first round contest in the L-PRO Heavyweight Championship Title Tournament! First from San Antonio, Texas, accompanied to the ring by Sugar, and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds... STAAANN "THE MAAAAAAAAAAN" FOOOOOOOOOOOOOX! [Sugar's appearance leads to Stan Fox marching out moments later. The peppy valet escorts him down the ramp towards the ring with a saunter, as the robe-wearing Fox with a little less of a smirk than last time out. He still takes the time to check Sugar out as she climbs up onto the apron of the ring and holds the ropes for him.] TL: So far I like what I'm seeing here, Stan Fox at least appears to be taking this match more seriously than before. CJ: Me too, but the last thing I'm paying attention to is the Man. BC: And his opponent! [The opening strumming chords to "Bright Lights" by Gary Clark Jr. plays over the PA system, cutting off the strip club atmosphere that comes with Fox's arrival.] BC: From Toledo, Ohio, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... EDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIE KIRKPAAAAAAAAAAAATRIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK! [When the drums hit, Eddie Kirkpatrick slowly makes his way from the back to the ring, a look of quiet confidence on his face. The well muscled Toledo native wears a black singlet trimmed with emerald green, green knee and elbow pads, and black wrestling shoes. His focus is absolute as he climbs the steps. He stops on the apron to quickly wipe his shoes before entering the ring. Across the way, Fox glares at the younger wrestler while Sugar unties his robe and slips it off of his shoulders. Now the cocky attitude comes back somewhat as Stan Fox mouths off, but Kirkpatrick isn't giving him an inch as he stares back across the ring unaffected. Sugar slips through the ropes and flips herself so that she's upside down hanging by her legs at first, then deftly drops to ringside with a flourish.] MW: Judging by the faces of both men, I think they're each taking this quite seriously tonight. And referee Paul Thomas calls for the bell now, so here we go! [Just like their last match the two men start with a lockup in the middle of the ring, but it doesn't last long thanks to a kneelift almost immediately by Fox. It catches Eddie off-guard and allows Stan to instantly grab him with a headlock and an immediate taunt. Eddie shakes it off and slips out of it to put Fox into one of his own. With the slight size advantage over Fox, Eddie maintains control for a little bit before being thrown into the ropes. On the return they collide with a shoulderblock, and Stan beats his chest in an arrogant display. Eddie just shakes his head and pulls him into another lock-up, and this time drops down to take Fox off of his feet with a deft anklelock. Once Fox kicks off and scrambles to his feet Kirkpatrick begins to blitz him with armdrags, taking Stan's momentum and using it against himself.] TL: The quicker the pace the more it'll favor Kirkpatrick. MW: And another armdrag takedown, now Eddie latching on with a armbar submission hold. TL: It's not going to end the match but it's just going to make his opponent more and more mad. [Fox angrily breaks out of the submission hold and tries to swing at Eddie, but a wristlock is the result and soon Stan's on the mat again with Eddie standing over him. Frustration quickly gets to the Man, who again powers to his feet and blocks an elbow to grab Kirkpatrick and delivers a hard shot of his own and a kick to the stomach, then a throw to the corner and a running clothesline keeps the pressure up. He sets Eddie up for a cross-corner whip to the far buckle but gets reversed into it himself and hits hard! Stan staggers backwards, and Eddie quickly grabs him and executes a huge german release suplex over his head backwards. Fox hits the deck and rolls from the ring to break the momentum of his opponent, out to the waiting arms of Sugar.] TL: Yeah that's right, take a breather Fox. You're getting your ass kicked in there right now. CL: I'm sure it's all part of his game plan to lull Kirkpatrick into a false sense of security. And then boom. Knockout. TL: If that's true, then he's doing a hell of a job lulling him so far. [Eddie waits as the referee places a count on him, and Stan slowly crawls back onto the apron. Once his opponent tries to come at him though Fox grabs him by the head and snaps his neck off the top rope, giving him the opening to return to the match with a series of sledgehammer blows against the back. EK backs up, trying to shake it off again but Stan levels him with an uppercut, pushing back against the ropes and delivers another one before taking Eddie off his feet with a scoop slam into a cover. 1 -- 2 -- KICKOUT!] MW: Lots of life left in the youngster, that powerful kick out seems to have surprised Stan Fox. CL: It's okay, he trained for this. MW: He did? For this specifically? [His arrogance coming back to him now, Stan grabs Eddie's head and clamps on a seated chinlock for a few moments but soon drags him up and throws him to the ropes with another clothesline as the result. Eddie is dazed as a result, and Stan climbs the ropes nearby to stand on the middle turnbuckle.] MW: This is uncharacteristic for Fox, but apparently he feels the need to take to the air... AND KIRKPATRICK JUST CAUGHT HIM AND SENT HIM FLYING WITH A FALLAWAY SLAM! TL: Air Fox did not work out! Cover here! MW: ONE! TWO! And a kickout by Stan Fox now! [Stan struggles to get to his knees, but his opponent is much faster and grabs him with a deadlift up into a gutwrench suplex, hooking him for another quick cover. 1 -- 2 -- And again Stan kicks out, getting his shoulder up.] CJ: Come on, get in there Stan and mess him up. Show him why you're the man! MW: The pressure's really on him now, there's no more second chances if he wants to wear the L-PRO title around his waist. [As Fox pulls himself back up, his opponent only seems to be getting stronger as the match goes on. Eddie grabs him and tries to toss him across the ring but gets blocked and hit with another uppercut from Stan, and quickly Fox pulls him into the corner and smashes his face against the turnbuckle to buy himself some more time. Leaning back against EK, Stan hides a low blow from the referee with a kick backwards, and then quickly launches Kirkpatrick with a suplex of his own. He's too slow to attempt a cover though, still feeling the effects of being pulled from the air and soon both are back on their feet at the same time.] MW: Does it feel like Stan's just trying to buy time right now? TL: It does to me, I don't think he expected quite this much explosiveness from Kirkpatrick tonight. Which leads me to believe maybe he didn't learn that much from their first match after all. [Each man starts to throw punches at the other, landing a few before Stan jabs him in the throat. Sugar claps excitedly on the outside, but that excitement turns to horror as Kirkpatrick shrugs it off and ducks a short arm clothesline, flinging Stan into the far ropes as he comes off the ropes from the side... And explodes into a collision with Stan Fox that propels him the rest of the way across the ring!] MW: GREETINGS FROM CHERRY STREET! My good god, he just sent Stan Fox into the next area code with that pounce! [Rattled and dazed, Stan grabs at the ropes trying to pick himself up and get back to his feet. With a ton of momentum behind him, Kirkpatrick grabs his foe by the arm and throws him into the ropes again, waiting for the rebound to set up perhaps for his trademark pop-up chokeslam.] MW: Fox with a knee, blocks the attempt! BUT KIRKPATRICK GIVES HIM ONE RIGHT BACK! Stan's doubled up, but pushes Eddie back into the ropes! There's the irish whip now! TL: Eddie Kirkpatrick springs back and Stan traps him across his shoulders, could be the Death Valley Driver! CL: Hit it Stan! [Several sharp elbows to the side of the head stops the DVD attempt, and Kirkpatrick escapes out the back and shoves Stan towards the ropes again. In his daze Fox rebounds off and turns around just in time to be caught by Kirkpatrick who throws him up into the air and executes a wicked chokeslam into the canvas with a HUGE thud!] MW: DESCENT INTO HELL! ONE! TWO! THREE! [The crowd explodes into cheers as "Bright Lights" kicks off again, and the referee calls for the bell! Eddie rolls off of Fox, seated and breathing heavily with a satisfied look on his face. On the outside, Sugar The Second looks despondent, putting her head in her hands.] BC: Here is your winner, and advancing in the Heavyweight Title Tournament... EDDIIIIIIIIIIIIIE KIRKPATRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!! MW: A hard fought victory sends Eddie Kirkpatrick into the second round now, and puts him one step closer to tasting championship gold in L-PRO! TL: This kid showed something tonight, he's not afraid to step up when it counts. Honestly with this sort of showing, he might just be a favorite all things considered. What an impressive win here! [Picking himself up off the mat, Kirkpatrick allows the referee to raise his arm in victory while the crowd cheers him on. Sugar has joined Stan in the ring, kneeling beside him, and the fallen wrestler is wearing a look of disgust as he glares up at the man who defeated him.] CL: Anyone can get lucky once. TL: Yeah except that's the second time he's beaten the Man. CL: First time didn't count. MW: Well you can call this an upset if you want to, but the fact remains that we'll be seeing Kirkpatrick move into round two of the tournament very soon now. And next week, though at the moment his opponent is up in the air we'll be seeing former heavyweight champion of the world "Doomsayer" Kyle Lee in tournament action. But that does it for us tonight folks, goodnight from Chicago! [Fade down on Eddie Kirkpatrick backing up the aisle, eyes focused still on the ring.]