Post by Jman2k3 on Aug 26, 2017 9:58:45 GMT
LEGACY PRO WRESTLING: INSTANT CLASSIC
10/20/2012
Detroit, MI
LPW Championship
Steve Solex (8-1) vs. Scott Stevens (7-5) w/ Mike Best as Referee
Ash: You better hope so, because he’s going toe to toe with Steve Solex tonight for the biggest prize in LPW.
Henson: I’m not worried. Stevens is about to set us all free!
The lights throughout the arena shut down sporadically. The fans in attendance cheer in the darkness as the luminous glow of random cell phones in the arena are the only light source shown. Suddenly a single white blast of fireworks explodes on top of the entrance ramp as...
"FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!"
"Calm Like a Bomb" by Rage Against the Machine begins to blare throughout the arena as the crowd erupts into cheers. Steve Solex steps out on to the entrance ramp as the crowd's cheers become louder than before. He points up into the cheap seats as he makes his descent to the ring. Solex then climbs up the steel steps, walks along the ring apron, perches himself on the second rope looking out at the arena. Solex then climbs down from the second rope and enters the ring. The crowd cheers as he walks to the opposite corner, climbs to the second rope, and flings an arm into the air. Slowly he climbs down from the second rope and tests the ropes.
Ash: Can you feel the energy, Ricky. No bias, not fanboyness, this match is going to be HUGE.
Henson: All I feel is anticipation for Stevens to reclaim what he never lost.
Ash: You could say the same for Steve Solex.
Henson: Yeah, well, I didn’t.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen, "Nothing survives my sting!" The crowd starts booing as Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena.
"I am the Scorpion, whoa!"
The jeering intensifies as a mash-up of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, drawing out the former Legacy Pro Wrestling champion. Stevens is wearing his new Bane inspired attire, complete with mask. Walking down the aisle, he talks trash the entire way while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. Scorpion’s music is quickly cut off by "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder. Stevens snarls and looks towards the ramp as HOW’s own Mike Best steps arrogantly out from behind the curtain wearing a referee shirt. He slaps his chest, grinning like a cocky prick as he saunters his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He bounces off the ropes once or twice, limbering up.
Ash: It is go time!
Henson: Can’t wait!
Roth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is for the Legacy Pro Wrestling Championship and is your Main Event of the evening. Introducing first, standing 6 feet and four inches, weighing in at 252 pounds. From Huntington Beach, California…he is the former Legacy Pro Wrestling Champion…STEVE SOLEX!
The crowd goes nuts for Solex as he poses for the fans, flashes going off in the background.
Roth: And his opponent. He stands 6 feet and 6 inches and weighs in at 256 pounds. From Houston, Texas, he is Her Goddess Selket's favorite Arachnid, The King of Sting, and The Venomous One and Only, the former Legacy Pro Wrestling Champion…The Scorpion…SCOTT STEVENS!
Stevens strikes a pose and removes his Bane inspired garb as the fans reign boos down on him.
Roth: And the special referee for this match…MIKE BEST!
The crowd boo louder than they did for Stevens, showing their disdain for the HOW star. Best revels in it and he insists on checking the boots of both Stevens and Solex.
Henson: You have got to be kidding me…
Ash: At least he’s taking things seriously.
Henson: That’s what you think.
The bell rings and the two men walk to the center and put forehead to forehead. The two are visibly talking trash to each other, but nothing is audible. The stalemate comes to a halt as Scott Stevens pushes Steve Solex. Steve looks at Scott and then pushes back. Stevens immediately answers back with a boot to the gut. TOXIC STING! NO! Steve pushes Stevens off! Stevens turns around is met with a boot to his gut, TOXIC STING from Steve Solex, who goes in for the pin!
One!
Two
Three!
KICKOUT!
Ash: Steve Solex is pulling out all of the stops already and the match has barely even started.
Henson: How dare he use Scorpion’s own move! That is blaspheming!
Mike Best holds up to fingers, much to the anger of Solex. Steve gets up and gets in Mike’s face, informing him of his strong opinion regarding the count. Best holds his two fingers up to Steve’s face, before lowering his index finger and therefore flipping Solex off. Steve pushes the hand away and goes back in for Scott Stevens. He brings his opponent up to his feet, positioning him for the SolexPlex. Steve lifts but can’t manage to get Scott off the ground. One more quick tug…SOLEXPLEX! Stevens manages to reverse the situation, hitting his own SolexPlex, bridging for the pin!
One!
Two!
…
KICKOUT!
Henson: That was genius Stevens! Genius!
Ash: So it is blaspheme when Solex uses Scorpion’s move, but genius when things are reversed.
Henson: Obviously.
Mike Best again throws two fingers in the air, signaling the two count. This time it is Stevens who gets in his face. Mike takes all that Scott gives and retaliates with a sly smile. Stevens face turns bright red as he screams at Best, which keeps his attention off the now standing Steve Solex. Solex bull rushes Stevens, tackling him so hard that both men tumble out of the ring and to the mats at ringside. The two men get up to their feet at roughly the same time, exchanging right hands back and forth. It is Stevens who manages to gain the upper hand, forcing Solex backwards with each shot. Scott rears back and takes one last big shot, but it is ducked by Solex. Steve shows his suplex prowess, immediately hooking a German suplex, slamming Scott onto the ring steps. With Stevens sprawled out on the steps, Solex begins to work on the braced knee of his opponent. He kicks at it several times, the dangling limb slamming hard against the side of the steps. Stevens screams in pain, reaching down to grab at the leg, only to be met with a punch from Solex. Steve then reaches down and tears the brace off the knee. He goes to throw it down, but instead begins using it as an instrument of destruction, bashing Stevens in the head with it.
Henson: Come on ref, do something!
Ash: I think Mike Best is going to give everyone what they want to see. Take the reins off and let these two men just go at it.
Henson: Yeah…well, he’s cheating and I don’t like it!
As blood begins to trickle down the face of Stevens, the referee for the match finally decides to join the action at ringside, at least long enough to grab a chair. Mike Best grabs hold of the steel chair and then reenters the ring, setting it up and taking a seat, watching the action without intervening. With Scott in a bit of a daze, Solex begins to investigate the under the ring, where he coincidentally finds a folding table. He begins to set it up when he notices a commotion in the crowd. His attention immediately takes him out of the action as he begins to scream a small group of bikers who have begun making their way through the crowd and towards the ring barrier. The men never manage to get close enough though, as security cuts them off and forces them to walk away. Solex manages to finish setting up the table just in time to eat the LPW Championship, courtesy of Scott Stevens. Solex crashes like a ton of bricks, blood splattered all over his face. Stevens drops the title and gingerly begins to lift the dead weight of Steve up off the ground. He finally has him up enough to slide him back into the ring. Scott slowly follows in, covering Solex. It takes Best a few seconds to get up off his chair and begin to count.
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Henson: Come on! Do your damn job ref!
Ash: Looks like he made the count to me.
Henson: It was late, and slow, and he is clearly against Stevens tonight.
Ash: Yes, clearly he is.
Stevens is furious with the officiating and again gets in the face of Mike Best. Mike points to his ref stripes, which prompts Scott to give him a shove. Mike threatens Scott with a disqualification, but gets shoved again for the furious former champion. Out of the blue Mike hits Scott with The Jesus Complex. Stevens lies limp on the mat as Best hurries over towards Solex. Mike begins to resuscitate Steve, bringing him back to his feet. The fans in attendance aren’t sure whether to boo or cheer as Mike Best points toward Scott’s incapacitated body. Steve manages to slowly stumble in Scott’s direction, but is abruptly stopped from behind. Mike jerks Solex around and gives him a Jesus Complex of his own! With both men down, Mike Best shows off a huge smile and begins issuing a 10 count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Solex is completely out, but Scott Stevens shows signs of life, dragging himself towards the ring ropes.
Four!
Five!
Stevens finally reaches the bottom rope, grabbing hold of it to pull himself closer for leverage.
Six!
Solex finally begins moving, getting his elbows beneath him.
Seven!
Eight!
Stevens is now on the outside of the ropes, trying his best to pull himself up. Solex is now sitting up on his knees.
Nine!
Stevens finally manages to grab hold of the top rope, enough to pull himself up and get his feet underneath him. Steve manages to stagger to his feet, but still on wobbly legs. The count stops, but neither man is in a position of attack. Stevens nearly loses his grasp of the rope, but snaps to once he realizes that the table that Solex had set up earlier is right behind him. He stares down at the table for a moment, understanding the position he has found himself in. He the turns back to the ring, only to be greeted by a Steve Solex right hand. The shot forces Stevens backwards, but he manages to pull himself closer again. Unfortunately he is nailed again with the vicious shot and again nearly falls off onto the table. Somehow he manages to maintain his grip, pulling himself closer again. This time, however, he blocks the punch of Solex and retaliates with a concussive headbutt to his opponent. Steve drapes over the ropes, allowing Stevens to pull him out to the ring apron. Stevens grabs hold of Solex and jerks him off the apron. NO! Solex manages to grab hold of the rope himself. Side by side, Solex and Stevens exchange side elbows, each trying to knock the other through the table. Solex changes up his attack, giving a swift kick to the injured knee of Stevens, forcing him to let go of the rope and fall. Instead of falling through the table, however, Stevens simply crumples and falls between it and the ring apron. Solex looks disappointed with the outcome, but decides it is best to get away from the table and reenter the ring. As he begins to sticks one leg in, he suddenly finds himself lifted in the air. Scott Stevens has Solex up in a powerbomb position and is trying to put him through the table. Solex puts up a fight, grabbing hold of the ring rope with one hand and punching Stevens in the face with the other. After a few shots, Solex finds his feet back on solid ground. Solex looks over his shoulder, but doesn’t see Stevens anywhere. Next thing he knows he is again in the air and CRASHES THOUGH THE TABLE! The electric chair drop from Stevens finds its mark, shards of table exploding ringside as the crowd begins a ‘holy shit’ chat.
Ash: OH MY GOD!
Henson: Sweet leaping Jesus on a pogo stick! That was awesome!
Stevens rolls on top of Solex, amidst all the rubble, and hooks the leg. Mike Best just looks on as Scorpion screams out ‘count’. Best shakes his head and points to the ring. Stevens rolls off of his opponent and slowly gets up to his feet. He reaches down and manages to pull Solex to his feet, his back covered in bloody scrapes from the crash. Stevens puts Solex back into the ring and follows in. He quickly goes for the pin.
One!
Two!
…
Three!
No! Kickout!
No! Too late! THREE!
…
NO! Foot was under the ropes!
Stevens sits up, unable to believe what just happened. He rubs his face vigorously and then begins to slap the mat before getting back up to his feet. Stevens wastes no time positioning himself at the legs of Solex. As he goes to begin locking in Arachnophobia, Solex kicks him off. Stevens stumbles backwards and awkwardly clips his injured knee on the chair Mike Best had previously been sitting on. Stevens immediately falls to the mat, grasping at his leg. Solex seemingly smells blood as he quickly rises to his feet, grabbing the chair and stalking Stevens who is trying to scoot away. Steve jams the chair down repeatedly on the ailing limb, as Stevens screams out in pain. Scott rolls over to his stomach, using his three good limbs to crawl away. It proves to be futile, however, as Solex cracks the chair over the back of Stevens, flattening him to the mat. Steve the places the chair on the back of Stevens, before putting his knee on it and cinching in the Solexecution. Stevens screams out in pain, blooding trickling down his face. Some commotion catches the crowd’s attention near the entrance area. Mason Hardt can be seen heading for the ring at a quick pace. He doesn’t notice the uniformed men behind him, however. Before he can get halfway down the ramp, the men grab hold of him and prohibit him from going any further. Back in the ring Stevens is scratching and clawing his way towards the ropes. He can’t move without lifting himself up, but that just puts more pressure on the chair and his legs. Stevens clinches his fist, refusing at all costs to tap out. With one last burst of strength, Stevens lifts himself up, ignoring the pain and lunging for the ropes. The struggle is over. Scott is motionless on the mat, his body limp. Mike Best quickly checks the situation, lifting the arm up in the air, and watching it fall back down.
One!
He grabs hold of the arm again and lifts it up. But it again falls flat to the mat.
Two!
Best once more lifts the arm into the air, the crowd on the edge of their seat. The arm is released. It begins falling to the mat.
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…
…
…
THREE!
Henson: Son of a fucking bitch! No! No! NO!
Ash: Solex did it! Solex is the new champ! Solex is the first ever two time champ!
Henson: God damn fucking bullshit!
Roth: The winner of the match by referee stoppage and NEW LPW CHAMPION…Mr. Instant Classic…STEVE SOLEX!
Mike Best signals for the bell and Solex releases the hold and immediately falls to the mat, completed exhausted. Mike reaches out of the ring for the belt and it is handed to him. Mike walks over to Solex and drops the title on top of him, refusing to actually hand it to him. Mike then exits the ring and heads up the ramp, flipping off Mason Hardt who is still being held by the men.
Ash: What an evening of matches…wait, what’s going on up there.
The altered voice of the anonymous LPW co-owner is heard over the speakers.
Co-Owner: I told you not to get involved Hardt. It’s a good thing I had plans in place just in case you tried.
The voice stops as a man in his mid-forties walks out onto the stage wearing an expensive suit and holding a microphone.
Co-Owner: Don’t worry though, partner, I’ll deal with you at Action Packed in Toronto.
Ash: That’s…that’s Colt Marshall from The League. He’s the co-owner?
Henson: Well shit…
The scene fades out to the LPW logo and then to black.
The Beginning is the End is the Beginning
The room is black. It's dark as shit and eerie, too. The camera man doesn't want to be a part of this and you can tell by his erratic breathing. His partner in crime, the boom mike operator, is just as nervous and the pair aren't really sure what on earth they're doing here.
There's a sound.
Cameraman: What the HELL was that?
Then there's another sound.
Cameraman: Screw this. Let's get out'f here it's getting creepy.
Then another sound. This is the sound of a person struggling.
Cameraman: Xavier? Xav? Are you there man?
The audio is muffled. The boom mike is clearly not in good range. It screams feedback as the sound of someone standing on the end can be heard. The cameraman swears under his breath.
Cameraman: I don't get paid for th-
Strobes begin to flicker in the room. The cameraman is reeling to get the camera on his shoulder as he sees against Xavier, his boom mike operator, strapped to the back wall like some sort of offering. His shirt is torn open and in red, what appears to be blood, reads "the end is near".
Cameraman: HOLY SHIT!
He spins, camera still on his shoulder as it's the best spot to carry it to move with some ease, coming face to face with a man whose hair is fashioned into a mohawk. Down each of his arms are tiger stripes tattooed. There are lines tattooed from above each eye and down, even over the eyelids. He wears a mask over his face like something out of a Batman movie. The camera begins to focus in on his hands. As the strobes flicker it illuminates the covering of his hands all the more. They look as if they're coated in blood.
Cameraman: What the HELL is this? WHAT IS THIS?
The man tilts his head to one-side, as if examining his prey and trying to understand. He shrugs.
Mystery Man: This is the end.
He breathes heavily into the mask as the cameraman begins to cower back in his presence.
Mystery Man: The end of the Legacy.
With one swift motion the camera is snatched from his shoulder and shot blacks out immediately.
10/20/2012
Detroit, MI
LPW Championship
Steve Solex (8-1) vs. Scott Stevens (7-5) w/ Mike Best as Referee
Ash: You better hope so, because he’s going toe to toe with Steve Solex tonight for the biggest prize in LPW.
Henson: I’m not worried. Stevens is about to set us all free!
The lights throughout the arena shut down sporadically. The fans in attendance cheer in the darkness as the luminous glow of random cell phones in the arena are the only light source shown. Suddenly a single white blast of fireworks explodes on top of the entrance ramp as...
"FEEL THE FUNK BLAST!"
"Calm Like a Bomb" by Rage Against the Machine begins to blare throughout the arena as the crowd erupts into cheers. Steve Solex steps out on to the entrance ramp as the crowd's cheers become louder than before. He points up into the cheap seats as he makes his descent to the ring. Solex then climbs up the steel steps, walks along the ring apron, perches himself on the second rope looking out at the arena. Solex then climbs down from the second rope and enters the ring. The crowd cheers as he walks to the opposite corner, climbs to the second rope, and flings an arm into the air. Slowly he climbs down from the second rope and tests the ropes.
Ash: Can you feel the energy, Ricky. No bias, not fanboyness, this match is going to be HUGE.
Henson: All I feel is anticipation for Stevens to reclaim what he never lost.
Ash: You could say the same for Steve Solex.
Henson: Yeah, well, I didn’t.
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen, "Nothing survives my sting!" The crowd starts booing as Dave Mustaine's voice echoes throughout the arena.
"I am the Scorpion, whoa!"
The jeering intensifies as a mash-up of "I Stand Alone" and "Amazing" hits the speakers, drawing out the former Legacy Pro Wrestling champion. Stevens is wearing his new Bane inspired attire, complete with mask. Walking down the aisle, he talks trash the entire way while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers. As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down his opponent, an icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat. Scorpion’s music is quickly cut off by "Don't Hate Me" by Nerf Herder. Stevens snarls and looks towards the ramp as HOW’s own Mike Best steps arrogantly out from behind the curtain wearing a referee shirt. He slaps his chest, grinning like a cocky prick as he saunters his way down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He bounces off the ropes once or twice, limbering up.
Ash: It is go time!
Henson: Can’t wait!
Roth: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. It is for the Legacy Pro Wrestling Championship and is your Main Event of the evening. Introducing first, standing 6 feet and four inches, weighing in at 252 pounds. From Huntington Beach, California…he is the former Legacy Pro Wrestling Champion…STEVE SOLEX!
The crowd goes nuts for Solex as he poses for the fans, flashes going off in the background.
Roth: And his opponent. He stands 6 feet and 6 inches and weighs in at 256 pounds. From Houston, Texas, he is Her Goddess Selket's favorite Arachnid, The King of Sting, and The Venomous One and Only, the former Legacy Pro Wrestling Champion…The Scorpion…SCOTT STEVENS!
Stevens strikes a pose and removes his Bane inspired garb as the fans reign boos down on him.
Roth: And the special referee for this match…MIKE BEST!
The crowd boo louder than they did for Stevens, showing their disdain for the HOW star. Best revels in it and he insists on checking the boots of both Stevens and Solex.
Henson: You have got to be kidding me…
Ash: At least he’s taking things seriously.
Henson: That’s what you think.
The bell rings and the two men walk to the center and put forehead to forehead. The two are visibly talking trash to each other, but nothing is audible. The stalemate comes to a halt as Scott Stevens pushes Steve Solex. Steve looks at Scott and then pushes back. Stevens immediately answers back with a boot to the gut. TOXIC STING! NO! Steve pushes Stevens off! Stevens turns around is met with a boot to his gut, TOXIC STING from Steve Solex, who goes in for the pin!
One!
Two
Three!
KICKOUT!
Ash: Steve Solex is pulling out all of the stops already and the match has barely even started.
Henson: How dare he use Scorpion’s own move! That is blaspheming!
Mike Best holds up to fingers, much to the anger of Solex. Steve gets up and gets in Mike’s face, informing him of his strong opinion regarding the count. Best holds his two fingers up to Steve’s face, before lowering his index finger and therefore flipping Solex off. Steve pushes the hand away and goes back in for Scott Stevens. He brings his opponent up to his feet, positioning him for the SolexPlex. Steve lifts but can’t manage to get Scott off the ground. One more quick tug…SOLEXPLEX! Stevens manages to reverse the situation, hitting his own SolexPlex, bridging for the pin!
One!
Two!
…
KICKOUT!
Henson: That was genius Stevens! Genius!
Ash: So it is blaspheme when Solex uses Scorpion’s move, but genius when things are reversed.
Henson: Obviously.
Mike Best again throws two fingers in the air, signaling the two count. This time it is Stevens who gets in his face. Mike takes all that Scott gives and retaliates with a sly smile. Stevens face turns bright red as he screams at Best, which keeps his attention off the now standing Steve Solex. Solex bull rushes Stevens, tackling him so hard that both men tumble out of the ring and to the mats at ringside. The two men get up to their feet at roughly the same time, exchanging right hands back and forth. It is Stevens who manages to gain the upper hand, forcing Solex backwards with each shot. Scott rears back and takes one last big shot, but it is ducked by Solex. Steve shows his suplex prowess, immediately hooking a German suplex, slamming Scott onto the ring steps. With Stevens sprawled out on the steps, Solex begins to work on the braced knee of his opponent. He kicks at it several times, the dangling limb slamming hard against the side of the steps. Stevens screams in pain, reaching down to grab at the leg, only to be met with a punch from Solex. Steve then reaches down and tears the brace off the knee. He goes to throw it down, but instead begins using it as an instrument of destruction, bashing Stevens in the head with it.
Henson: Come on ref, do something!
Ash: I think Mike Best is going to give everyone what they want to see. Take the reins off and let these two men just go at it.
Henson: Yeah…well, he’s cheating and I don’t like it!
As blood begins to trickle down the face of Stevens, the referee for the match finally decides to join the action at ringside, at least long enough to grab a chair. Mike Best grabs hold of the steel chair and then reenters the ring, setting it up and taking a seat, watching the action without intervening. With Scott in a bit of a daze, Solex begins to investigate the under the ring, where he coincidentally finds a folding table. He begins to set it up when he notices a commotion in the crowd. His attention immediately takes him out of the action as he begins to scream a small group of bikers who have begun making their way through the crowd and towards the ring barrier. The men never manage to get close enough though, as security cuts them off and forces them to walk away. Solex manages to finish setting up the table just in time to eat the LPW Championship, courtesy of Scott Stevens. Solex crashes like a ton of bricks, blood splattered all over his face. Stevens drops the title and gingerly begins to lift the dead weight of Steve up off the ground. He finally has him up enough to slide him back into the ring. Scott slowly follows in, covering Solex. It takes Best a few seconds to get up off his chair and begin to count.
One!
Two!
KICKOUT!
Henson: Come on! Do your damn job ref!
Ash: Looks like he made the count to me.
Henson: It was late, and slow, and he is clearly against Stevens tonight.
Ash: Yes, clearly he is.
Stevens is furious with the officiating and again gets in the face of Mike Best. Mike points to his ref stripes, which prompts Scott to give him a shove. Mike threatens Scott with a disqualification, but gets shoved again for the furious former champion. Out of the blue Mike hits Scott with The Jesus Complex. Stevens lies limp on the mat as Best hurries over towards Solex. Mike begins to resuscitate Steve, bringing him back to his feet. The fans in attendance aren’t sure whether to boo or cheer as Mike Best points toward Scott’s incapacitated body. Steve manages to slowly stumble in Scott’s direction, but is abruptly stopped from behind. Mike jerks Solex around and gives him a Jesus Complex of his own! With both men down, Mike Best shows off a huge smile and begins issuing a 10 count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Solex is completely out, but Scott Stevens shows signs of life, dragging himself towards the ring ropes.
Four!
Five!
Stevens finally reaches the bottom rope, grabbing hold of it to pull himself closer for leverage.
Six!
Solex finally begins moving, getting his elbows beneath him.
Seven!
Eight!
Stevens is now on the outside of the ropes, trying his best to pull himself up. Solex is now sitting up on his knees.
Nine!
Stevens finally manages to grab hold of the top rope, enough to pull himself up and get his feet underneath him. Steve manages to stagger to his feet, but still on wobbly legs. The count stops, but neither man is in a position of attack. Stevens nearly loses his grasp of the rope, but snaps to once he realizes that the table that Solex had set up earlier is right behind him. He stares down at the table for a moment, understanding the position he has found himself in. He the turns back to the ring, only to be greeted by a Steve Solex right hand. The shot forces Stevens backwards, but he manages to pull himself closer again. Unfortunately he is nailed again with the vicious shot and again nearly falls off onto the table. Somehow he manages to maintain his grip, pulling himself closer again. This time, however, he blocks the punch of Solex and retaliates with a concussive headbutt to his opponent. Steve drapes over the ropes, allowing Stevens to pull him out to the ring apron. Stevens grabs hold of Solex and jerks him off the apron. NO! Solex manages to grab hold of the rope himself. Side by side, Solex and Stevens exchange side elbows, each trying to knock the other through the table. Solex changes up his attack, giving a swift kick to the injured knee of Stevens, forcing him to let go of the rope and fall. Instead of falling through the table, however, Stevens simply crumples and falls between it and the ring apron. Solex looks disappointed with the outcome, but decides it is best to get away from the table and reenter the ring. As he begins to sticks one leg in, he suddenly finds himself lifted in the air. Scott Stevens has Solex up in a powerbomb position and is trying to put him through the table. Solex puts up a fight, grabbing hold of the ring rope with one hand and punching Stevens in the face with the other. After a few shots, Solex finds his feet back on solid ground. Solex looks over his shoulder, but doesn’t see Stevens anywhere. Next thing he knows he is again in the air and CRASHES THOUGH THE TABLE! The electric chair drop from Stevens finds its mark, shards of table exploding ringside as the crowd begins a ‘holy shit’ chat.
Ash: OH MY GOD!
Henson: Sweet leaping Jesus on a pogo stick! That was awesome!
Stevens rolls on top of Solex, amidst all the rubble, and hooks the leg. Mike Best just looks on as Scorpion screams out ‘count’. Best shakes his head and points to the ring. Stevens rolls off of his opponent and slowly gets up to his feet. He reaches down and manages to pull Solex to his feet, his back covered in bloody scrapes from the crash. Stevens puts Solex back into the ring and follows in. He quickly goes for the pin.
One!
Two!
…
Three!
No! Kickout!
No! Too late! THREE!
…
NO! Foot was under the ropes!
Stevens sits up, unable to believe what just happened. He rubs his face vigorously and then begins to slap the mat before getting back up to his feet. Stevens wastes no time positioning himself at the legs of Solex. As he goes to begin locking in Arachnophobia, Solex kicks him off. Stevens stumbles backwards and awkwardly clips his injured knee on the chair Mike Best had previously been sitting on. Stevens immediately falls to the mat, grasping at his leg. Solex seemingly smells blood as he quickly rises to his feet, grabbing the chair and stalking Stevens who is trying to scoot away. Steve jams the chair down repeatedly on the ailing limb, as Stevens screams out in pain. Scott rolls over to his stomach, using his three good limbs to crawl away. It proves to be futile, however, as Solex cracks the chair over the back of Stevens, flattening him to the mat. Steve the places the chair on the back of Stevens, before putting his knee on it and cinching in the Solexecution. Stevens screams out in pain, blooding trickling down his face. Some commotion catches the crowd’s attention near the entrance area. Mason Hardt can be seen heading for the ring at a quick pace. He doesn’t notice the uniformed men behind him, however. Before he can get halfway down the ramp, the men grab hold of him and prohibit him from going any further. Back in the ring Stevens is scratching and clawing his way towards the ropes. He can’t move without lifting himself up, but that just puts more pressure on the chair and his legs. Stevens clinches his fist, refusing at all costs to tap out. With one last burst of strength, Stevens lifts himself up, ignoring the pain and lunging for the ropes. The struggle is over. Scott is motionless on the mat, his body limp. Mike Best quickly checks the situation, lifting the arm up in the air, and watching it fall back down.
One!
He grabs hold of the arm again and lifts it up. But it again falls flat to the mat.
Two!
Best once more lifts the arm into the air, the crowd on the edge of their seat. The arm is released. It begins falling to the mat.
…
…
…
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THREE!
Henson: Son of a fucking bitch! No! No! NO!
Ash: Solex did it! Solex is the new champ! Solex is the first ever two time champ!
Henson: God damn fucking bullshit!
Roth: The winner of the match by referee stoppage and NEW LPW CHAMPION…Mr. Instant Classic…STEVE SOLEX!
Mike Best signals for the bell and Solex releases the hold and immediately falls to the mat, completed exhausted. Mike reaches out of the ring for the belt and it is handed to him. Mike walks over to Solex and drops the title on top of him, refusing to actually hand it to him. Mike then exits the ring and heads up the ramp, flipping off Mason Hardt who is still being held by the men.
Ash: What an evening of matches…wait, what’s going on up there.
The altered voice of the anonymous LPW co-owner is heard over the speakers.
Co-Owner: I told you not to get involved Hardt. It’s a good thing I had plans in place just in case you tried.
The voice stops as a man in his mid-forties walks out onto the stage wearing an expensive suit and holding a microphone.
Co-Owner: Don’t worry though, partner, I’ll deal with you at Action Packed in Toronto.
Ash: That’s…that’s Colt Marshall from The League. He’s the co-owner?
Henson: Well shit…
The scene fades out to the LPW logo and then to black.
The Beginning is the End is the Beginning
The room is black. It's dark as shit and eerie, too. The camera man doesn't want to be a part of this and you can tell by his erratic breathing. His partner in crime, the boom mike operator, is just as nervous and the pair aren't really sure what on earth they're doing here.
There's a sound.
Cameraman: What the HELL was that?
Then there's another sound.
Cameraman: Screw this. Let's get out'f here it's getting creepy.
Then another sound. This is the sound of a person struggling.
Cameraman: Xavier? Xav? Are you there man?
The audio is muffled. The boom mike is clearly not in good range. It screams feedback as the sound of someone standing on the end can be heard. The cameraman swears under his breath.
Cameraman: I don't get paid for th-
Strobes begin to flicker in the room. The cameraman is reeling to get the camera on his shoulder as he sees against Xavier, his boom mike operator, strapped to the back wall like some sort of offering. His shirt is torn open and in red, what appears to be blood, reads "the end is near".
Cameraman: HOLY SHIT!
He spins, camera still on his shoulder as it's the best spot to carry it to move with some ease, coming face to face with a man whose hair is fashioned into a mohawk. Down each of his arms are tiger stripes tattooed. There are lines tattooed from above each eye and down, even over the eyelids. He wears a mask over his face like something out of a Batman movie. The camera begins to focus in on his hands. As the strobes flicker it illuminates the covering of his hands all the more. They look as if they're coated in blood.
Cameraman: What the HELL is this? WHAT IS THIS?
The man tilts his head to one-side, as if examining his prey and trying to understand. He shrugs.
Mystery Man: This is the end.
He breathes heavily into the mask as the cameraman begins to cower back in his presence.
Mystery Man: The end of the Legacy.
With one swift motion the camera is snatched from his shoulder and shot blacks out immediately.