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LEGACY PRO WRESTLING: FALLOUT
11/11/2011
Houston, TX
Legacy Pro Wrestling Championship
Dangerous Dan vs. Steve Solex ©
Ash: Folks, we aren't going to waste any time in getting right to the Main Event tonight.
Henson: Good, lets quickly remove the nasty taste the last match left by seeing Steve Solex completely destroy Dangerous Dan. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring begins to play as Dangerous Dan jogs out onto the ring ramp. He looks around at the fans for a brief moment and then sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He quickly climbs onto the top turnbuckle in one of the corners, posing for all his fans.
Ash: Dan certainly looks like he's ready to go.
Henson: He better be, he's about to lose to the man who is going to lose to Scott Stevens!
"Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play as suddenly the lights in the arena dim slightly as a white light shines from behind the entrance ramp. The silhouette of Steve Solex is shown atop the ramp, his hands rested firmly on his hips, just above the LPW Championship. His head moves from side to side peering throughout the crowd as he begins his descent to the ring. He claps his hands twice sending chalk dust into the air surrounding his body as the white light from behind the ramp fades away. White lights, reminiscent of camera flashes begin to flicker from different parts of the arena as Steve continues his confident stride down the ramp. As he approaches the ring he slides in underneath the bottom rope and immediately takes a knee in the center of the ring looking up toward the ceiling. He smiles wide as he continues to stare up at the ceiling then walks to the corner and taunts the crowd from the second turnbuckle. He hops off as his music fades out.
Roth: It is time for the Main Event of the evening. The match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and is for the LPW Championship! To my left, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing in at 225 pounds; fighting out of Smithville, TN...DANGEROUS DAN! And to my right, standing in at 6 feet 4 inches, and weighing in at 252 pounds; fighting out of Huntington Beach, California...the Legacy Pro Wrestling Champion...STEVE SOLEX!
Henson: Oh yeah! Go time!
The two men circle around each other, sizing one another up before making a move. The lights suddenly dim and "Thickfreakness" by The Black Keys hits the speakers and the fans erupt. The entire arena's attention turns to the entrance way. After a few seconds, out steps LPW Owner, Mason Hardt. He seems in good spirits and in good health as he walks down the ramp holding a microphone. He makes his way to the ring and then climbs inside, both competitors with a strange look on their faces.
Hardt: Sorry to interrupt your match, but I just now got here and I just couldn't wait to come out and address everyone. First of all, I want to thank Mr. James for running things while I was away, unfortunately things seems to have gotten a little out of hand during this time. Wrestlers are not showing up, underperforming, bitching, and moaning. I can't blame Francis for this, this isn't his realm, but I think he did the best that he could. I do blame someone though, three people in fact. I figure if I was never attacked by Sagrado Excelente that things wouldn't have gotten to this point. With that being said, all three of them are fired! Speaking of firing, there are some other people that need to be cut loose. Steve Rodgers, no more riding on Jett Mason's coat tails. You're fired. Mason Grant, man I don't know what happened with you, but you're fired. The last two people are two I've been so disappointed with. You're given opportunities and you throw them away. With that said, Dan, Steve, you're both fired!
A collective gasp is heard from the crowd. Both men look shocked as Hardt motions for them to exit the ring.
Hardt: So now the question is, what do we do about this LPW Championship? I say we reward those who most deserve it. I would like for Sebastian Moore and Jett Mason to please come to the ring.
After a few seconds both men head down the ramp and climb into the ring.
Hardt: As it stands, you two are the only champions in LPW, so as far as I'm concerned you're the only men to deserve the opportunity. So unless either of you have an objection, the ring is yours. As for me, I think I'll join our wonderful announce team ringside.
Neither man objects and Hardt exits the ring, taking a seat at the announce table.
Legacy Pro Wrestling Championship
Jett Mason vs. Sebastian Moore
Ash: It’s a pleasure to have you sit with us Mr. Hardt, more importantly, welcome back.
Hardt: Thanks Danny, it is great to be back.
Henson: I can’t believe this…why these two? Haven’t we all suffered enough?
Hardt: I think we have suffered enough. We’ve suffered from seeing opportunities squandered here in LPW and I refuse to let it happen again. But enough about that, let’s get this match started.
The bell rings and the two men immediately hook up with a collar and elbow tie. Moore begins to muscle Jett into a corner. Somehow Jett manages to create some space and quickly snaps off a dropkick that sends Moore to the mat. Mason immediately follows up with a legdrop to his downed opponent. Jett springs back up to his feet just so he can leap into the air, bringing an elbow down onto Sebastian. Missed! Moore rolled away before contact was made. Without hesitation Moore locks in a knee bar.
Hardt: Let me tell you, I wouldn’t want to be locked in any submission move by Sebastian Moore. The man is a beast.
Henson: I’d hate to be locked in a room with him. Death by boredom.
Ash: You’ll have to ignore him Mr. Hardt.
Hardt: Noted.
Jett Mason is clearly in pain but he simply refuses to quit. He begins kicking Moore with his free leg, forcing Sebastian to release the hold. Both men quickly scramble up to their feet. Moore whips off an outside leg kick, but it gets caught. Instantly Jett drops down, taking Moore with him via a dragon screw. Jett continues his work on the now ailing leg, delivering a series of kicks to Moore’s knee. Sebastian rolls over to his stomach to try and keep from taking more damage to the knee. Jett uses this opportunity to deliver a nasty kick to the back of Moore’s head.
Ash: Ouch! That could cause a concussion.
Hardt: I’d be surprised if Sebastian was the same during the remainder of this match.
Henson: Well he couldn’t get much worse, so maybe he’ll start being entertaining.
Jett does his best to seize the moment, hitting a legdrop to the back of Moore’s neck before following up with a quick elbow drop. Using his lightning fast speed Mason rushes towards the ropes, rebounding and the delivering a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Sebastian’s head. Again looking to capitalize, Jett jumps into the air in an attempt to double stomp the head of Sebastian Moore. Somehow Moore gets out of the way, leaving Mason to stomp the canvas. Sebastian wastes little time, shooting a double from his knees, bring Jett down to his level. No! Jett sprawled! In a dominant position, Mason nails Moore again in the head with a thunderous knee that sends Moore facedown to the mat.
Hardt: This might be over, I don’t think anyone can withstand this many shots to the head.
Ash: I wouldn’t say that. I hear Rick was dropped on his head multiple times as a child and he turned out…actually you’re probably right.
Henson: Hey!
Moore begins showing signs of life, using the ropes to try and pull himself up. Meanwhile Jett Mason stalks him from behind. As soon as Moore is up Jett his a picture perfect dropkick that sends Sebastian flipping over the top rope and crashing down to ringside. Without hesitation Jett climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, crashing down on Moore with a senton! The ref begins to count the two men out.
1!
2!
Jett manages to get back to his feet and climbs into the ring.
3!
4!
He then takes a seat on one of the top turnbuckles, waiting.
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
…
…
NO!
Moore rolls into the ring at the last possible millisecond.
Hardt: It doesn’t get much closer than that!
Ash: We almost had a new champion by count out!
Henson: Shows how smart you guys are. You can’t win a title by count out.
Hardt: Correction, a championship can’t change hands by count out. There is no champion here.
Henson: Yeah…well…
Jett goes back on the attack, bringing Moore up to his feet. Jett slips behind him and goes for the FreeMason Driver! No! Moore counters into a hiptoss! NO! Jett flips over and lands on his feet! Mason turns around and catches a knee in his gut. Jett doubles over and Sebastian grabs his head, bringing him up in a Thai plum. Mason is in trouble as Moore begins to deliver vicious knees to his face. Moore releases the hold and Jett is on spaghetti legs. Moore steps back and then unloads the Annihilator Thai Kick, nearly taking Jett’s head off!
Ash: That has got to be it, what a kick!
Henson: Yes! Yes!
Hardt: Here comes trouble, please excuse me guys.
The crowd’s attention turns to the entrance ramp where “The Scorpion” Scott Stevens is running down towards the ring. In the ring Moore covers Mason and the ref slides down to begin the count.
…1!
…2!
…3!
NO! The ref is pulled out of the ring by Scott Stevens! Sebastian Moore gets up to his feet and he peers out to see Stevens and the ref arguing. He begins yelling something at them.
Ash: What the hell is going on here?
Henson: I can’t believe what I’m seeing!
In the ring Sebastian turns around, making sure Jett stays down when he is blasted by the LPW Championship by Mason Hardt! Hardt drops the belt and slides out of the ring just as Stevens lets the ref tend to the action. Stevens walks over to Hardt and you can hear him ask: “May I please have my title shot?” and Hardt nods yes. Stevens slides into the ring and covers Sebastian Moore.
…1!
…2!
…3!
Ash: What the HELL!?
Henson: YES! MY NEW HERO!
Roth: The winner of the match by way of pinfall and NEW LPW Champion, “The Scorpion”, SCOTT STEVENS!
Ash: I can’t believe what I just saw! Hardt helped Stevens win the title!
Hardt climbs into the ring and hands Stevens the title and then raises his hand in the air as the scene fades to the LPW logo and then black.
11/11/2011
Houston, TX
Legacy Pro Wrestling Championship
Dangerous Dan vs. Steve Solex ©
Ash: Folks, we aren't going to waste any time in getting right to the Main Event tonight.
Henson: Good, lets quickly remove the nasty taste the last match left by seeing Steve Solex completely destroy Dangerous Dan. You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by The Offspring begins to play as Dangerous Dan jogs out onto the ring ramp. He looks around at the fans for a brief moment and then sprints down the ramp, sliding into the ring. He quickly climbs onto the top turnbuckle in one of the corners, posing for all his fans.
Ash: Dan certainly looks like he's ready to go.
Henson: He better be, he's about to lose to the man who is going to lose to Scott Stevens!
"Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play as suddenly the lights in the arena dim slightly as a white light shines from behind the entrance ramp. The silhouette of Steve Solex is shown atop the ramp, his hands rested firmly on his hips, just above the LPW Championship. His head moves from side to side peering throughout the crowd as he begins his descent to the ring. He claps his hands twice sending chalk dust into the air surrounding his body as the white light from behind the ramp fades away. White lights, reminiscent of camera flashes begin to flicker from different parts of the arena as Steve continues his confident stride down the ramp. As he approaches the ring he slides in underneath the bottom rope and immediately takes a knee in the center of the ring looking up toward the ceiling. He smiles wide as he continues to stare up at the ceiling then walks to the corner and taunts the crowd from the second turnbuckle. He hops off as his music fades out.
Roth: It is time for the Main Event of the evening. The match is scheduled for one fall with no time limit and is for the LPW Championship! To my left, standing in at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing in at 225 pounds; fighting out of Smithville, TN...DANGEROUS DAN! And to my right, standing in at 6 feet 4 inches, and weighing in at 252 pounds; fighting out of Huntington Beach, California...the Legacy Pro Wrestling Champion...STEVE SOLEX!
Henson: Oh yeah! Go time!
The two men circle around each other, sizing one another up before making a move. The lights suddenly dim and "Thickfreakness" by The Black Keys hits the speakers and the fans erupt. The entire arena's attention turns to the entrance way. After a few seconds, out steps LPW Owner, Mason Hardt. He seems in good spirits and in good health as he walks down the ramp holding a microphone. He makes his way to the ring and then climbs inside, both competitors with a strange look on their faces.
Hardt: Sorry to interrupt your match, but I just now got here and I just couldn't wait to come out and address everyone. First of all, I want to thank Mr. James for running things while I was away, unfortunately things seems to have gotten a little out of hand during this time. Wrestlers are not showing up, underperforming, bitching, and moaning. I can't blame Francis for this, this isn't his realm, but I think he did the best that he could. I do blame someone though, three people in fact. I figure if I was never attacked by Sagrado Excelente that things wouldn't have gotten to this point. With that being said, all three of them are fired! Speaking of firing, there are some other people that need to be cut loose. Steve Rodgers, no more riding on Jett Mason's coat tails. You're fired. Mason Grant, man I don't know what happened with you, but you're fired. The last two people are two I've been so disappointed with. You're given opportunities and you throw them away. With that said, Dan, Steve, you're both fired!
A collective gasp is heard from the crowd. Both men look shocked as Hardt motions for them to exit the ring.
Hardt: So now the question is, what do we do about this LPW Championship? I say we reward those who most deserve it. I would like for Sebastian Moore and Jett Mason to please come to the ring.
After a few seconds both men head down the ramp and climb into the ring.
Hardt: As it stands, you two are the only champions in LPW, so as far as I'm concerned you're the only men to deserve the opportunity. So unless either of you have an objection, the ring is yours. As for me, I think I'll join our wonderful announce team ringside.
Neither man objects and Hardt exits the ring, taking a seat at the announce table.
Legacy Pro Wrestling Championship
Jett Mason vs. Sebastian Moore
Ash: It’s a pleasure to have you sit with us Mr. Hardt, more importantly, welcome back.
Hardt: Thanks Danny, it is great to be back.
Henson: I can’t believe this…why these two? Haven’t we all suffered enough?
Hardt: I think we have suffered enough. We’ve suffered from seeing opportunities squandered here in LPW and I refuse to let it happen again. But enough about that, let’s get this match started.
The bell rings and the two men immediately hook up with a collar and elbow tie. Moore begins to muscle Jett into a corner. Somehow Jett manages to create some space and quickly snaps off a dropkick that sends Moore to the mat. Mason immediately follows up with a legdrop to his downed opponent. Jett springs back up to his feet just so he can leap into the air, bringing an elbow down onto Sebastian. Missed! Moore rolled away before contact was made. Without hesitation Moore locks in a knee bar.
Hardt: Let me tell you, I wouldn’t want to be locked in any submission move by Sebastian Moore. The man is a beast.
Henson: I’d hate to be locked in a room with him. Death by boredom.
Ash: You’ll have to ignore him Mr. Hardt.
Hardt: Noted.
Jett Mason is clearly in pain but he simply refuses to quit. He begins kicking Moore with his free leg, forcing Sebastian to release the hold. Both men quickly scramble up to their feet. Moore whips off an outside leg kick, but it gets caught. Instantly Jett drops down, taking Moore with him via a dragon screw. Jett continues his work on the now ailing leg, delivering a series of kicks to Moore’s knee. Sebastian rolls over to his stomach to try and keep from taking more damage to the knee. Jett uses this opportunity to deliver a nasty kick to the back of Moore’s head.
Ash: Ouch! That could cause a concussion.
Hardt: I’d be surprised if Sebastian was the same during the remainder of this match.
Henson: Well he couldn’t get much worse, so maybe he’ll start being entertaining.
Jett does his best to seize the moment, hitting a legdrop to the back of Moore’s neck before following up with a quick elbow drop. Using his lightning fast speed Mason rushes towards the ropes, rebounding and the delivering a baseball slide dropkick to the side of Sebastian’s head. Again looking to capitalize, Jett jumps into the air in an attempt to double stomp the head of Sebastian Moore. Somehow Moore gets out of the way, leaving Mason to stomp the canvas. Sebastian wastes little time, shooting a double from his knees, bring Jett down to his level. No! Jett sprawled! In a dominant position, Mason nails Moore again in the head with a thunderous knee that sends Moore facedown to the mat.
Hardt: This might be over, I don’t think anyone can withstand this many shots to the head.
Ash: I wouldn’t say that. I hear Rick was dropped on his head multiple times as a child and he turned out…actually you’re probably right.
Henson: Hey!
Moore begins showing signs of life, using the ropes to try and pull himself up. Meanwhile Jett Mason stalks him from behind. As soon as Moore is up Jett his a picture perfect dropkick that sends Sebastian flipping over the top rope and crashing down to ringside. Without hesitation Jett climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, crashing down on Moore with a senton! The ref begins to count the two men out.
1!
2!
Jett manages to get back to his feet and climbs into the ring.
3!
4!
He then takes a seat on one of the top turnbuckles, waiting.
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!
…
…
NO!
Moore rolls into the ring at the last possible millisecond.
Hardt: It doesn’t get much closer than that!
Ash: We almost had a new champion by count out!
Henson: Shows how smart you guys are. You can’t win a title by count out.
Hardt: Correction, a championship can’t change hands by count out. There is no champion here.
Henson: Yeah…well…
Jett goes back on the attack, bringing Moore up to his feet. Jett slips behind him and goes for the FreeMason Driver! No! Moore counters into a hiptoss! NO! Jett flips over and lands on his feet! Mason turns around and catches a knee in his gut. Jett doubles over and Sebastian grabs his head, bringing him up in a Thai plum. Mason is in trouble as Moore begins to deliver vicious knees to his face. Moore releases the hold and Jett is on spaghetti legs. Moore steps back and then unloads the Annihilator Thai Kick, nearly taking Jett’s head off!
Ash: That has got to be it, what a kick!
Henson: Yes! Yes!
Hardt: Here comes trouble, please excuse me guys.
The crowd’s attention turns to the entrance ramp where “The Scorpion” Scott Stevens is running down towards the ring. In the ring Moore covers Mason and the ref slides down to begin the count.
…1!
…2!
…3!
NO! The ref is pulled out of the ring by Scott Stevens! Sebastian Moore gets up to his feet and he peers out to see Stevens and the ref arguing. He begins yelling something at them.
Ash: What the hell is going on here?
Henson: I can’t believe what I’m seeing!
In the ring Sebastian turns around, making sure Jett stays down when he is blasted by the LPW Championship by Mason Hardt! Hardt drops the belt and slides out of the ring just as Stevens lets the ref tend to the action. Stevens walks over to Hardt and you can hear him ask: “May I please have my title shot?” and Hardt nods yes. Stevens slides into the ring and covers Sebastian Moore.
…1!
…2!
…3!
Ash: What the HELL!?
Henson: YES! MY NEW HERO!
Roth: The winner of the match by way of pinfall and NEW LPW Champion, “The Scorpion”, SCOTT STEVENS!
Ash: I can’t believe what I just saw! Hardt helped Stevens win the title!
Hardt climbs into the ring and hands Stevens the title and then raises his hand in the air as the scene fades to the LPW logo and then black.