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SLAM! Episode 99
Live from in the FirstOntario Centre - Hamilton, Canada

 

Intro

 

 

Welcome to SLAM!

Ringside

“Welcome to the final SLAM before LEGACY folks!” Melissa proudly announced as we came on air, bypassing the usual fly overs of the fans. “And boy do we have a show for you!”

“A absolutely MASSIVE ten man tag team match headlining us tonight as the Main Event. Clan Strongbern teams up with the number one contender and twenty five to life winner, Brock Newbludd as they challenge The In Crowd and the LAW!”

“You actually sound a bit excited for this match, Craig.”

“Maybe I am. I could name ten, no twenty, fifty different men that'd be a better partner for Big Rick tonight than Newbludd. But if Big Rick can stand him for a night, so can I.”

“Well then you better be cheering them on. If they win not only does Brock get his stipulation for the World Championship match against Jake Tockwell, but Clan Strongbern get their shots at the Dynasty Tag Team titles!”

“And let's hope Clan Strongbern has no need for Brock.”

“That’s still over two hours away. Up first we’ve got a veteran clashing with a rookie fresh off the boat.”

JAX CURRY Versus RAVAGE

And on this final edition of Slam before Legacy, we cut to the ringside area for a rematch that had been building up for the last several weeks.

“Here we go, Melissa,” C.G. Gains said. “We’re about to watch Jax Curry get what’s coming to him when he faces off against Ravage in a rematch from a few weeks ago!”

“And some say that’s the day that put the powerful rookie on the map,” Melissa said. “Ravage came out here making a whole lot of noise and acting paranoid about his spot on the roster. He badmouthed the then-unknown Curry repeatedly, spent more time antagonizing him and when he made one mistake, not only did Jax Curry shut him up, but the rookie also DEFEATED nbW’s most decorated star in his debut!”

“That’s one version – another is that Curry is an ungrateful little snot. He should be on his knees, THANKING Ravage for making him relevant but what does he do? He walks around here like his crap don’t stink.”

“Have you not seen Ravage just waylay him in the ring after his match with Jake Tockwell a few weeks ago on Victory? Where were you then?”

“Taking a nap, probably.”

“Jeez, Gains. Well, after two post-match attacks by Ravage following Curry’s recent matches with Jake Tockwell and Ravage’s new protégé, Charlie Birkin, now we have Ravage going one-on-one with Jax Curry in a rematch from Slam 96. Can Ravage avenge his loss to the suplex-based powerhouse or will the young Canadian have his number again? Let’s go to the ring for the next match!”

And to the ring we go.

“The following is a singles match set for one fall!”

"Art and Life (instrumental)" by Twista.

The music thundered over and the PA and charging out from the back was the rookie standout, Jax Curry! Curry beat on his chest and pointed to both sides of the arena, feeding off the crowd. The Toronto, Ontario native rubbed his hands together and flexed his muscles before he hit the ring at a steady and eager gait. Right behind him, the crowd cheered as his mentor and friend, “Founding Father” Matt Haddon approached the ring!

"Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Matt Haddon... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 258 pounds... "THE QUIET FURY" JAX CURRY!"

Curry scanned the crowd and stepped between the ropes. He popped the bones in his neck and turned his attention to the ring. Haddon was no doubt out here because his rival and former pupil, Charlie Birkin, had been helping Ravage as of late so he was there to even the odds. They both waited…

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory. 
 
The music started to cue up and the nbW Faithful BOOED the shit out of Ravage for engaging in this fight with their fellow countryman. Ravage was of course, accompanied by the young technician Charlie Birkin along with his fiancé, the bubbly American woman Ali Carr.

“And his opponent… being accompanied to the ring by “Mr. Manx” Charlie Birkin and Ali Carr… from South Dakota, weighing in at 230 pounds… He wants to be known from this point forward as nbW’s most celebrated, decorated, and respected athlete…”

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

”RAVAGE!”

His own little addition to his intro now, Ravage shot a smirk at both Haddon and Ravage as he entered the ring. And the second he did…

SHOULDER TACKLE BY CURRY!

DING DING DING!

Referee Slim J started the match right away and with that, Curry was off to the races trying to get some payback for the last few weeks’ worth of sneak attacks by Ravage!

“Don’t get too overzealous, kid! Stay on him!” Haddon coached from ringside.

“Don’t listen to that wank,” Birkin yelled back. “He’ll use you and dump you without a thought!”

Birkin and Haddon hadn’t forget their checkered history in the recent months either, but the story was what was going on inside the ring. Curry pulled up Ravage and placed him horizontally in the corner with his abdomen exposed. With the crowd cheering, nbW’s Super Rookie went to work.

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

He fired off a series of Clubbing Forearms to the exposed rib cage of Ravage! The crowd was cheering the punishment he was taking right now and when Slim J started to protest with Curry to get him off the ropes or risk a DQ, Curry did just that.

He pulled Ravage out of the corner and interlocked his arms around his waist. With a turn, he spun him around and DROVE Ravage into the mat with a Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex! Curry’s amateur wrestling background lent to his adeptness at Suplexes so after landing one, he went for a cover on the self-professed Decorated and Celebrated nbW star.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

An early cover led to a kickout by Ravage, but Curry was doing a good job staying focused on the task at hand. He pulled Ravage up and pummeled him with a good Forearm Shiver, sending him back into the ropes. The dazed and/or confused Ravage slumped over in the corner and when Curry came running with a head full of steam, Ravage somehow got his boot up into his face. The blow staggered Curry and that gave Ravage the opening he needed to counterattack…

Or not because he was caught and THROWN halfway across the ring, this time with a big Release Northern Lights Suplex!

Curry scurried (I rhymed!) into another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Two big suplexes almost put away Ravage right quick and he needed to get something going against Curry right quick. Birkin and Carr continued to cheer on their newfound ally as the boots were being put to him by the powerful Canuck. Curry’s boots kept on finding the side of Ravage’s face and rib cage whenever he could strike, so Ravage rolled out to the apron. Haddon kept a watchful eye if he was planning anything, but Birkin got in his face.

“Hey, wank, stay away!” Birkin yelled.

Haddon was about to punch nbW’s only star from The Isle of Man, but while that was going on, Curry had his leg grabbed by Ali Carr!

“No! No! No!” she yelled.

Curry wasn’t about to hit a woman, but he did shake his leg and get her off of him. However, that left him wide open for a cheap shot from Ravage! Ravage clocked him in the back of the head, but Curry was stunned on his feet. That attack gave nbW’s Decorated and Celebrated athlete a big opportunity to capitalize…

DDT ON THE RING APRON!

Curry got SPIKED like a punch bowl on the ring apron and then took a nasty tumble to the floor. The distraction by Carr and Birkin paid dividends for Ravage and now he was in complete control as he strutted across the floor like he actually did something.

“Haddon should’ve taught you to keep your eye on the ball, kid,” Ravage said as he looked right across the floor at Haddon. “What a shitty trainer, hahaha.”

Ravage rolled back into the ring and Curry was still out cold while the referee started a count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Curry was starting to stir while Ravage took his sweet time in the ring, seemingly happy with taking a countout victory if it came down to it.

FIVE!

SIX!

With the crowd behind him, Curry started to stir and the former CFL and amateur wrestling star realized what was happening.

“Get in there, kid!” Haddon shouted.

SEVEN!

Curry finally snapped…

EIGHT!

NINE!

And he made it back into the ring!

But the ring apron DDT clearly took a lot out of Curry and when he made it inside the ring, Ravage immediately went to pummeling Curry across the face with a barrage of right hands!

“You don’t screw with me, rookie!” Ravage yelled out. “nbW belongs to ME! Not YOU!”

Young Jax tried to fight him off, but Ravage continued to throw right hands to the side of his face in an attempt to wear him down some more. Slim J got in the middle.

“Come on, Ravage, break it up! One! Two! Three! Four!”

Ravage backed off right before the referee’s five-count was reached, just narrowly avoiding disqualification. Ravage then hit the ropes just as Curry tried to get up, only to eat a Seated Dropkick right on the jaw! Curry landed backwards and Ravage went for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

A big kickout by Curry, but Ravage now had all the momentum going his way. He turned Ravage over onto his stomach and he tried to get to the ropes to save himself, but Ravage wasn’t called The Savage of the Ring because he was a nice guy. He laid right into Curry viciously with a series of Crossface Punches to the exposed face of his larger opponent, trying to wear him down in the process. After getting finished with that, he shoved him into the corner and ran his wrist tape across his face in cheap fashion.

“Dumb rookie! You’re gonna wish you never met me!” Ravage screamed.

The trash-talking veteran of nbW ran a few steps back, only to come right back with a stiff Running Forearm shot to the head. The blow clocked Curry upside the head and then Ravage pulled him out of the corner by his neck and then DRILLED him into the mat with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! With him being put down, Ravage rolled right over and made a lateral cover on big Jax.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Curry spent a lot on the kickout, but he did it to Ravage’s surprise! The bitter veteran sat up and looked at Slim J like he was planning on rearranging his teeth and while the crowd cheered, he was starting to get irate.

“You got this, kid!” Haddon shouted.

“Shut up!” Ravage yelled.

Birkin smirked. “Yeah, shut up, you ponce!”

Haddon shook his head and as Ravage started to pull up Curry, Jax doubled him over with a swift haymaker right to the breadbasket! He was doubled over in pain now as Curry started to stand fired back with two more big Forearm Shivers to the head. Now that Ravage was stunned, he ran at with intent to bowl him over with what looked like a Clothesline…

FLATLINER!

He caught Curry and spiked him into the mat face-first! Ravage saw his opening and quickly headed out to the ring apron before heading up top. He dove off with a Flying Headbutt right into the chest of Curry! Curry was winded from the blow and Ravage looked a little out of it, but he crawled over and hoped that this would be the end of Curry.

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO!

“JAX!
JAX!
JAX!
JAX!
JAX!”

The Canadian crowd continued to cheer while Ravage was in disbelief! No way that he had just kicked out of that combination of moves, but he did! Ravage then growled and wasted no more time to finish off Curry. He grabbed him by the arms and tried to finish him off with the Snap Double Arm DDT that he simply called…

GREATN… NO!

He tried for Greatness, but came up with nothing but a quick Back Body Drop by Curry! He threw Ravage right over him and then landed near the ring ropes, trying to catch his breath after the beating The Savage of the Ring had given him!

Haddon and Birkin cheered on the men in their respective corners as Curry started to get back to his feet. Ravage was on the other side of the ring trying to pick himself up and when he saw Curry in his sights, he charged…

NO!

The Super Rookie POWERED him up on his shoulders and ran him across the ring, ramming him right into the corner! He then ran off the ropes and when Ravage came back to meet him in the center, he nearly broke him in half with a Spear Tackle!

Curry rolled through and got back to his feet while Ravage was still down. He waited for Ravage to get back up to his feet and when he started to, he wrapped his arms around his neck in a Front Facelock and lifted him up…

Five seconds…

TEN seconds….

Curry then started to let Ravage fall forward a little bit and then DEADLIFTED him right back up and over…

ROCKING HORSE!

The taunting Deadlift Suplex had wowed the crowd and so Curry snapped over and now lifted Ravage up with a big Gutwrench before bringing him down into a Powerbomb! With that, could Curry pull off another upset?

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

So close, but Ravage had kicked out to the surprise of Jax and his home country crowd! Curry raised an eyebrow and then pulled Ravage back up to his feet before Irish Whipping him into the nearby corner. Curry charged in and struck him with a Running Back Elbow before signaling to the crowd that he had one more in him. He pulled him out of the corner and then struck him, looking for another Spear…

NOTHING BUT TURNBUCKLE!   

Ravage moved at the last second and Curry went careening into the turnbuckle! Ravage snuck him up behind him while he was dazed and tried a Schoolboy on the rookie powerhouse.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ravage snarled, but Curry was still discombobulated from having his shoulder rammed into the turnbuckle so Ravage ran at him and dropping him mid-ring with a Running Neckbreaker! Surely, this had to be all that he could do.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Curry STILL kicked out and Ravage wasn’t buying it! He yelled at Slim J and threatened him with violence, grabbing him by the neck! Haddon continued to cheer on his latest protégé and the crowd cheered on Curry as well as Ravage tried to end him a second time. Another attempt at Greatness…

DENIED!

The Quiet Fury shoved him away and when Ravage tried to jump him…

COLD SHOULDER!

THE PPPPPPPOOOOOUUUUUNNNNCCEEEEEE scored! Curry ran at him and went for a cover on Ravage now.

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

And when the camera panned over to Ravage’s foot and the stopped count, Ali Carr happened to be there! She had just saved Ravage from certain defeat at the hands of Jax Curry, the same move that beat her fiancé on Victory not long ago.

“Get away!” Haddon shouted.

Ali backed off but then she suddenly moved and Birkin crept up behind Haddon, SLAMMING him into the turnbuckle post! The crowd booed Birkin’s cheap shot on Haddon and he looked mighty proud until he turned around…

BOOT TO THE HEAD BY CURRY!

Curry shot a kick between the middle and bottom rope, clocking Birkin in the side of the head before he tumbled down! Birkin wasn’t going anywhere now and Curry was about to put an end to Ravage as he tried to grab his waist….

THUMB TO THE EYE!

Slim J had looked away due to the chaos on the outside for just a moment! Now Curry was left stunned and then Ravage grabbed his neck…

GREATNESS!

He DRILLED nbW’s Super Rookie into the mat and then with that, he nudged him right over into a pin as the crowd booed.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

That was it and Ravage had just avenged his previous loss to Jax, thanks in part to Ali Carr and Charlie Birkin!

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH… RAVAGE!

Ravage shot a look at Slim J.

“Raise my hand, asshole.”

A disgusted Slim J shook his head and then raised the arm of Ravage, celebrating what was no doubt a tainted victory. But in Ravage’s state of mind these days, the ends more than justified the means and that meant tonight, Ravage could finally hold his head high.

Charlie started to get up with help from Ali Carr. His jaw was rocked, but the part he played in the victory of Ravage tonight was pivotal and they celebrated along with Ravage like they did something. Ravage simply rolled out of the ring, happy with the way this victory went.

One had to wonder if there may be some sort of rubber match between the two as Curry was left looking up at the ceiling lights while Ravage, Birkin and Carr all headed up the ramp celebrating this victory. But for tonight, the message was loud and clear.

Ravage was still very much a force to be reckoned with between the ropes and with Charlie Birkin at his side, their newfound alliance could mean big things for them.

And on this final edition of Slam before Legacy, we cut to the ringside area for a rematch that had been building up for the last several weeks.

“Here we go, Melissa,” C.G. Gains said. “We’re about to watch Jax Curry get what’s coming to him when he faces off against Ravage in a rematch from a few weeks ago!”

“And some say that’s the day that put the powerful rookie on the map,” Melissa said. “Ravage came out here making a whole lot of noise and acting paranoid about his spot on the roster. He badmouthed the then-unknown Curry repeatedly, spent more time antagonizing him and when he made one mistake, not only did Jax Curry shut him up, but the rookie also DEFEATED nbW’s most decorated star in his debut!”

“That’s one version – another is that Curry is an ungrateful little snot. He should be on his knees, THANKING Ravage for making him relevant but what does he do? He walks around here like his crap don’t stink.”

“Have you not seen Ravage just waylay him in the ring after his match with Jake Tockwell a few weeks ago on Victory? Where were you then?”

“Taking a nap, probably.”

“Jeez, Gains. Well, after two post-match attacks by Ravage following Curry’s recent matches with Jake Tockwell and Ravage’s new protégé, Charlie Birkin, now we have Ravage going one-on-one with Jax Curry in a rematch from Slam 96. Can Ravage avenge his loss to the suplex-based powerhouse or will the young Canadian have his number again? Let’s go to the ring for the next match!”

And to the ring we go.

“The following is a singles match set for one fall!”

"Art and Life (instrumental)" by Twista.

The music thundered over and the PA and charging out from the back was the rookie standout, Jax Curry! Curry beat on his chest and pointed to both sides of the arena, feeding off the crowd. The Toronto, Ontario native rubbed his hands together and flexed his muscles before he hit the ring at a steady and eager gait. Right behind him, the crowd cheered as his mentor and friend, “Founding Father” Matt Haddon approached the ring!

"Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Matt Haddon... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 258 pounds... "THE QUIET FURY" JAX CURRY!"

Curry scanned the crowd and stepped between the ropes. He popped the bones in his neck and turned his attention to the ring. Haddon was no doubt out here because his rival and former pupil, Charlie Birkin, had been helping Ravage as of late so he was there to even the odds. They both waited…

“Wanted Man” by Rev Theory. 
 
The music started to cue up and the nbW Faithful BOOED the shit out of Ravage for engaging in this fight with their fellow countryman. Ravage was of course, accompanied by the young technician Charlie Birkin along with his fiancé, the bubbly American woman Ali Carr.

“And his opponent… being accompanied to the ring by “Mr. Manx” Charlie Birkin and Ali Carr… from South Dakota, weighing in at 230 pounds… He wants to be known from this point forward as nbW’s most celebrated, decorated, and respected athlete…”

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

”RAVAGE!”

His own little addition to his intro now, Ravage shot a smirk at both Haddon and Ravage as he entered the ring. And the second he did…

SHOULDER TACKLE BY CURRY!

DING DING DING!

Referee Slim J started the match right away and with that, Curry was off to the races trying to get some payback for the last few weeks’ worth of sneak attacks by Ravage!

“Don’t get too overzealous, kid! Stay on him!” Haddon coached from ringside.

“Don’t listen to that wank,” Birkin yelled back. “He’ll use you and dump you without a thought!”

Birkin and Haddon hadn’t forget their checkered history in the recent months either, but the story was what was going on inside the ring. Curry pulled up Ravage and placed him horizontally in the corner with his abdomen exposed. With the crowd cheering, nbW’s Super Rookie went to work.

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

WHAM!

He fired off a series of Clubbing Forearms to the exposed rib cage of Ravage! The crowd was cheering the punishment he was taking right now and when Slim J started to protest with Curry to get him off the ropes or risk a DQ, Curry did just that.

He pulled Ravage out of the corner and interlocked his arms around his waist. With a turn, he spun him around and DROVE Ravage into the mat with a Spinning Belly to Belly Suplex! Curry’s amateur wrestling background lent to his adeptness at Suplexes so after landing one, he went for a cover on the self-professed Decorated and Celebrated nbW star.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

An early cover led to a kickout by Ravage, but Curry was doing a good job staying focused on the task at hand. He pulled Ravage up and pummeled him with a good Forearm Shiver, sending him back into the ropes. The dazed and/or confused Ravage slumped over in the corner and when Curry came running with a head full of steam, Ravage somehow got his boot up into his face. The blow staggered Curry and that gave Ravage the opening he needed to counterattack…

Or not because he was caught and THROWN halfway across the ring, this time with a big Release Northern Lights Suplex!

Curry scurried (I rhymed!) into another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Two big suplexes almost put away Ravage right quick and he needed to get something going against Curry right quick. Birkin and Carr continued to cheer on their newfound ally as the boots were being put to him by the powerful Canuck. Curry’s boots kept on finding the side of Ravage’s face and rib cage whenever he could strike, so Ravage rolled out to the apron. Haddon kept a watchful eye if he was planning anything, but Birkin got in his face.

“Hey, wank, stay away!” Birkin yelled.

Haddon was about to punch nbW’s only star from The Isle of Man, but while that was going on, Curry had his leg grabbed by Ali Carr!

“No! No! No!” she yelled.

Curry wasn’t about to hit a woman, but he did shake his leg and get her off of him. However, that left him wide open for a cheap shot from Ravage! Ravage clocked him in the back of the head, but Curry was stunned on his feet. That attack gave nbW’s Decorated and Celebrated athlete a big opportunity to capitalize…

DDT ON THE RING APRON!

Curry got SPIKED like a punch bowl on the ring apron and then took a nasty tumble to the floor. The distraction by Carr and Birkin paid dividends for Ravage and now he was in complete control as he strutted across the floor like he actually did something.

“Haddon should’ve taught you to keep your eye on the ball, kid,” Ravage said as he looked right across the floor at Haddon. “What a shitty trainer, hahaha.”

Ravage rolled back into the ring and Curry was still out cold while the referee started a count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Curry was starting to stir while Ravage took his sweet time in the ring, seemingly happy with taking a countout victory if it came down to it.

FIVE!

SIX!

With the crowd behind him, Curry started to stir and the former CFL and amateur wrestling star realized what was happening.

“Get in there, kid!” Haddon shouted.

SEVEN!

Curry finally snapped…

EIGHT!

NINE!

And he made it back into the ring!

But the ring apron DDT clearly took a lot out of Curry and when he made it inside the ring, Ravage immediately went to pummeling Curry across the face with a barrage of right hands!

“You don’t screw with me, rookie!” Ravage yelled out. “nbW belongs to ME! Not YOU!”

Young Jax tried to fight him off, but Ravage continued to throw right hands to the side of his face in an attempt to wear him down some more. Slim J got in the middle.

“Come on, Ravage, break it up! One! Two! Three! Four!”

Ravage backed off right before the referee’s five-count was reached, just narrowly avoiding disqualification. Ravage then hit the ropes just as Curry tried to get up, only to eat a Seated Dropkick right on the jaw! Curry landed backwards and Ravage went for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

A big kickout by Curry, but Ravage now had all the momentum going his way. He turned Ravage over onto his stomach and he tried to get to the ropes to save himself, but Ravage wasn’t called The Savage of the Ring because he was a nice guy. He laid right into Curry viciously with a series of Crossface Punches to the exposed face of his larger opponent, trying to wear him down in the process. After getting finished with that, he shoved him into the corner and ran his wrist tape across his face in cheap fashion.

“Dumb rookie! You’re gonna wish you never met me!” Ravage screamed.

The trash-talking veteran of nbW ran a few steps back, only to come right back with a stiff Running Forearm shot to the head. The blow clocked Curry upside the head and then Ravage pulled him out of the corner by his neck and then DRILLED him into the mat with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! With him being put down, Ravage rolled right over and made a lateral cover on big Jax.

ONE!

TWO!

SHOULDER UP!

Curry spent a lot on the kickout, but he did it to Ravage’s surprise! The bitter veteran sat up and looked at Slim J like he was planning on rearranging his teeth and while the crowd cheered, he was starting to get irate.

“You got this, kid!” Haddon shouted.

“Shut up!” Ravage yelled.

Birkin smirked. “Yeah, shut up, you ponce!”

Haddon shook his head and as Ravage started to pull up Curry, Jax doubled him over with a swift haymaker right to the breadbasket! He was doubled over in pain now as Curry started to stand fired back with two more big Forearm Shivers to the head. Now that Ravage was stunned, he ran at with intent to bowl him over with what looked like a Clothesline…

FLATLINER!

He caught Curry and spiked him into the mat face-first! Ravage saw his opening and quickly headed out to the ring apron before heading up top. He dove off with a Flying Headbutt right into the chest of Curry! Curry was winded from the blow and Ravage looked a little out of it, but he crawled over and hoped that this would be the end of Curry.

ONE!

TWO!

THR… NO!

“JAX!
JAX!
JAX!
JAX!
JAX!”

The Canadian crowd continued to cheer while Ravage was in disbelief! No way that he had just kicked out of that combination of moves, but he did! Ravage then growled and wasted no more time to finish off Curry. He grabbed him by the arms and tried to finish him off with the Snap Double Arm DDT that he simply called…

GREATN… NO!

He tried for Greatness, but came up with nothing but a quick Back Body Drop by Curry! He threw Ravage right over him and then landed near the ring ropes, trying to catch his breath after the beating The Savage of the Ring had given him!

Haddon and Birkin cheered on the men in their respective corners as Curry started to get back to his feet. Ravage was on the other side of the ring trying to pick himself up and when he saw Curry in his sights, he charged…

NO!

The Super Rookie POWERED him up on his shoulders and ran him across the ring, ramming him right into the corner! He then ran off the ropes and when Ravage came back to meet him in the center, he nearly broke him in half with a Spear Tackle!

Curry rolled through and got back to his feet while Ravage was still down. He waited for Ravage to get back up to his feet and when he started to, he wrapped his arms around his neck in a Front Facelock and lifted him up…

Five seconds…

TEN seconds….

Curry then started to let Ravage fall forward a little bit and then DEADLIFTED him right back up and over…

ROCKING HORSE!

The taunting Deadlift Suplex had wowed the crowd and so Curry snapped over and now lifted Ravage up with a big Gutwrench before bringing him down into a Powerbomb! With that, could Curry pull off another upset?

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

So close, but Ravage had kicked out to the surprise of Jax and his home country crowd! Curry raised an eyebrow and then pulled Ravage back up to his feet before Irish Whipping him into the nearby corner. Curry charged in and struck him with a Running Back Elbow before signaling to the crowd that he had one more in him. He pulled him out of the corner and then struck him, looking for another Spear…

NOTHING BUT TURNBUCKLE!   

Ravage moved at the last second and Curry went careening into the turnbuckle! Ravage snuck him up behind him while he was dazed and tried a Schoolboy on the rookie powerhouse.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ravage snarled, but Curry was still discombobulated from having his shoulder rammed into the turnbuckle so Ravage ran at him and dropping him mid-ring with a Running Neckbreaker! Surely, this had to be all that he could do.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Curry STILL kicked out and Ravage wasn’t buying it! He yelled at Slim J and threatened him with violence, grabbing him by the neck! Haddon continued to cheer on his latest protégé and the crowd cheered on Curry as well as Ravage tried to end him a second time. Another attempt at Greatness…

DENIED!

The Quiet Fury shoved him away and when Ravage tried to jump him…

COLD SHOULDER!

THE PPPPPPPOOOOOUUUUUNNNNCCEEEEEE scored! Curry ran at him and went for a cover on Ravage now.

ONE!

TWO!

FOOT ON THE ROPES!

And when the camera panned over to Ravage’s foot and the stopped count, Ali Carr happened to be there! She had just saved Ravage from certain defeat at the hands of Jax Curry, the same move that beat her fiancé on Victory not long ago.

“Get away!” Haddon shouted.

Ali backed off but then she suddenly moved and Birkin crept up behind Haddon, SLAMMING him into the turnbuckle post! The crowd booed Birkin’s cheap shot on Haddon and he looked mighty proud until he turned around…

BOOT TO THE HEAD BY CURRY!

Curry shot a kick between the middle and bottom rope, clocking Birkin in the side of the head before he tumbled down! Birkin wasn’t going anywhere now and Curry was about to put an end to Ravage as he tried to grab his waist….

THUMB TO THE EYE!

Slim J had looked away due to the chaos on the outside for just a moment! Now Curry was left stunned and then Ravage grabbed his neck…

GREATNESS!

He DRILLED nbW’s Super Rookie into the mat and then with that, he nudged him right over into a pin as the crowd booed.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

That was it and Ravage had just avenged his previous loss to Jax, thanks in part to Ali Carr and Charlie Birkin!

“HERE IS YOUR WINNER OF THE MATCH… RAVAGE!

Ravage shot a look at Slim J.

“Raise my hand, asshole.”

A disgusted Slim J shook his head and then raised the arm of Ravage, celebrating what was no doubt a tainted victory. But in Ravage’s state of mind these days, the ends more than justified the means and that meant tonight, Ravage could finally hold his head high.

Charlie started to get up with help from Ali Carr. His jaw was rocked, but the part he played in the victory of Ravage tonight was pivotal and they celebrated along with Ravage like they did something. Ravage simply rolled out of the ring, happy with the way this victory went.

One had to wonder if there may be some sort of rubber match between the two as Curry was left looking up at the ceiling lights while Ravage, Birkin and Carr all headed up the ramp celebrating this victory. But for tonight, the message was loud and clear.

Ravage was still very much a force to be reckoned with between the ropes and with Charlie Birkin at his side, their newfound alliance could mean big things for them.

 

Recent Events

Backstage

The camera went backstage to none other than Fenton Woods and Warren Spade who were both looking very ready for Legacy to rear its head. For weeks, Warren Spade, The Great Wall and Ohiyama had been battling it out for supremacy and at Legacy, it would culminate in one of the top matches on the card – a three-way Blitzkrieg title match!

“Last year at Legacy was a very different time for me,” said Spade as he started to recollect the whirlwind his NBW tenure had been. “I had spent forever trying to convince Spike Saunders that I was a newly changed man. I had just overcome stage three brain cancer and fought like hell to get back to NBW – the place that I’ve called home for a long time.”

“And you did work hard, Warren,” said Fenton. “You worked hard, made that big Colossus eat crow, show that you were as badass as you’ve been saying you were and proved that at the last Legacy.”

“Then I fought with my old rival, Derecho,” Warren continued. “You were all with me through every battle and every fight we ever had. He cheated me out of the championship once, but I beat him in the rematch and became the champion. After that, I defended that championship against anyone and every one. Our TV shows, world tours, and anywhere in between all saw me beat anybody that tried to step up to me. Ohiyama tried twice and failed and decided to get in my business by almost aligning himself with Tockwell. I fought him and Tockwell off at the same time. I was on top of the world.”

Warren sighed next recalling a painful moment that many called one of the most shocking moments in Slam history.

“All that changed when The Great Wall decided to take what I’d worked so hard away from me and gave it to Tockwell in exchange for his bounty money. The Great Wall made enemies left and right and Ohiyama was included but my path to redemption will not be stopped by him. That sanctimonious asshole has gotten himself involved in my business for the last time and him issuing this challenge is going to be the worst thing he’s ever done.”

“That’s right big man!” said Fenton. “The Blitzkrieg title passed us up once, but at Legacy you’re going to take that title and show the world what it means to be an unstoppable beast!”

“Wǒ jiànyì nǐ kànzhe nǐ de zuǐ, nǐ jùdà de yuan!”

The insult lobbied at Warren Spade was from none other than Xiang!

“You little…”

Warren was stopped in his tracks when The Great Wall and Ai Tso both approached as well, two of the three men involved in the three-way match at Legacy stared one another down. Fenton started to hide behind Xiang and even though he failed to win the Blitzkrieg Championship from Ohiyama on Victory, he did look smug.

“Look, Mister Spade,” Xiang said flatly, “we’re not here to start any more fights. We have given our word that until Legacy there will be no more attacks.”

“Yeah, because you guys are REAL men of your word…” Fenton said with a hint of snark.

Xiang shot him a look but then turned his attention to Warren. “The Great Wall will deal with you AND Ohiyama and bring the first piece of gold to the Dynasty at Legacy. But until tonight… we look forward to our challenge. Ai Tso and I will stop you and whoever you have as a partner in our tag team match tonight.”

Spade chuckled and then looked up at The Great Wall.

“You’re like Jeff Dunham good,” said Spade. “I hear you talking and you work the little one’s ass like a pupper here to talk for you.”

Ai Tso shot him an angry glare while Xiang chuckled.

“Nobody’s worthy of hearing him speak,” Xiang fired back. “Tonight, Mister Spade, you get a sample of what the full force of the Xiang Dynasty is capable of! You and whoever you’ve selected to be your partner tonight will regret the day you crossed us.”

Spade and Fenton looked at one another.

“Well it’s a good thing you asked,” said Fenton. “Because it’s a man that I managed to great things before he suffered a knee injury a few months ago. He’s back and hungry to prove himself! Tonight … Team PINKY SWEAR rides again! Warren Spade and my other client … the Picasso of Planchas … the da Vinci of Dives … the Great Aerial Artist himself! EZ BLAZE!!!

That got a rousing ovation from the crowd with that announcement! Still that didn’t seem to give the Xiang Dynasty cause for concern.

“Not to worry,” Xiang grinned. “Tonight, we put Mister Blaze right back on the injured list. Let’s go.”

Xiang, Ai Tso and The Great Wall took their leave, but not before The Guangzhou Goliath stared a hole right through Warren Spade. The two monsters looked at one another before The Great Wall walked off.

With Legacy looming, the victory was very important tonight!

 

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CHRIS SMITH Versus EL FUERTE

A handshake, as per, was extended El Fuerte's way and the luchadore responded with a fabulous Rolling Elbow!  It was on!

Chris charged towards Fuerte, who surprised his larger opponent with a slide through the legs, rebounded from the West with a boot, which was caught by Smith.

Leg-Feed Enzuigiri!

Smith was wobbly.

Dropsault!

And, now, Chris cut a similar figure to his last victim, Flanagan.  Fuerte had got off to a sensational start.

With Smith penned into the top right-hand corner, EF smacked BKCS with three superb Mongolian Chops.  Out of desperation, Chris breached the Mexican's defence by placing his paw around Fuerte's threat and merely shoving the debutant to the ground.

Chris closed the distance and mowed a rising masked man with a Running Clothesline.  This time, El Fuerte stayed down.

Big Kid put him down again with a Scoop Slam.  He was having his way with the Mexican now.

Again, Smith was able to pick EF up whenever he wanted to and an Irish Whip delivered the cruiserweight to the top left-hand corner...

Body Av-oided!

When Chris came out of the corner, El Fuerte went for it, albeit with great difficulty, and became not only the first person to put Smith on his backside, but possibly beat him...

MICHINOKU DRIVER II!

Gains:  "Wait a minute."

It sank in.  A hush descended over the crowd for a moment as our luchadore did what most of his co-workers would never dream of and unmask of his own accord.  That was because...


Melissa exclaimed with delight:  "KID CHAMELEON is back from injury!"




No sunglasses.

Just rage.

Kid Chameleon mounted an already unconscious opponent and proceeded to SMASH Smith's face in with rapid-fire rights and lefts, keen to leave Chris in a similar condition to what he had had to endure himself.  And, he was able to get off 10 horrible, unprotected power-packed punches on a helpless Big Kid prior to a harem of zebras dragging him off, kicking and screaming, while the fans lapped it up.

A stretcher was on its way in the opposite direction.  The cool and calm Chameleon was possessed by anger and hatred, leaving with flailing arms as we headed to a commercial break, unaware of Chris Smith's condition.

Upon returning from ads, Chris Smith was being hauled off to hospital.  Backstage, our camera crew followed Kid Chameleon, who spoke to everyone at home, and most of all, his newfound rival:  "Four months ago, I went looking for Alex Reyn, who I've not forgotten about by the way, when Big Kid attacked me from behind.

"What I've just done is called karma.  And, now it's my turn to challenge you to show up at the next pay-per-view.  So, Legacy, Chris...what do you say?  Continue or game over?  I'll see you in Toronto."

 

Pre-match Fun

Backstage

With perhaps one of NBW’s biggest main events to come later tonight we open up to the locker room of the In Crowd. The door is closed and outside of the locker room door, Brady and Strauss – aka The Law –both stand guard silently while the In Crowd are no doubt talking their strategy.

They are training.

They are planning.

They are plotting.

They are ---

“That’s right, baby! Give Big Talk that sugar!”

As the … whatever debauchery goes on in there, one of the interviewers, Veronica Hoyt walked up to the locker room and looked at the body guards for the In Crowd.

"Make it clap for Big Talk, girl!”

“Hey, can I get in there guys?” asked Veronica. “I’m supposed to like, have an interview with Jake Tockwell right now!”

Brady leaned downward and got right into her face.

“No.”

Veronica looked sad.

“But … but … he scheduled this time.”

Strauss now had something to say as he leaned in to Veronica’s microphone. 

“He’s in there having some private time with Ms. Reynolds. So no. You may not go in there.”

Now she looked even sadder now as she turned around and was about to walk away.

“Hey! Hey! Honey!”

Veronica turned around the door had opened. Standing there was Jake Tockwell clad in nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist, leaving not much to the imagination. Veronica couldn’t help but blush a little bit before she asked her question.

“Jake! You and I were supposed to have an interview, remember?”

Tockwell adjusted his towel.

“We were, yeah, that’s true, honey,” said Big Talk. “But the second that Sweet Fire wants that action, then Sweet Fire’s getting that action!”

Veronica then looked at Tockwell.

“But what about your match tonight? Aren’t you and the In Crowd talking strategy? What happens if you five don’t win tonight and Brock gets to pick the stipulations for … “

Suddenly, Veronica’s eyes grow wide as the towel drops for but a quick second to the floor. Any business of Tockwell’s is quickly blurred out – it’s a respectable sized blur – and he picks it up. After he refastens the towel, he elbows Brady.

“The girl snuck a peak, big man,” said Tockwell with a laugh. “That’s right, Big Talk’s Big Business leaves ‘em speechless for the first time always.”

Tockwell then looked at Veronica.

“And the same thing can be said about anything Big Talk does for the first time, sweetheart! I left Brock speechless when I choked him out and took the Blitzkrieg title from him after he had a swell run with it. I beat Warren Spade in our first singles encounter since being here and I’ve beaten him not one, not two, but three times! I took his girl from him and I left that fool with a massive concussion thanks to the Memphis Greeting Card!”

Tockwell then looked at Veronica.

“So if you’re asking if we’re concerned about how tonight is going to pan out, then the answer is no. The In Crowd have been running roughshod all over NBW this year and that ain’t gonna end now! We’re gonna win, Clan Strongbern won’t be getting any title shots tonight and Brock Newbludd will be praying to the Gods above I don’t pick something like a one-count only match where I only have to pin him for a count of one to retain at Legacy! Now excuse Big Talk … “

“Big Talk, you done yet?”

Coming out in little more than a towel of her own, “Sweet Fire” Sally Reynolds walked out and noticed Veronica standing there. With the crossest of cross looks on her face, she looks down at Veronica.

“You need to leave now. Stop eying my man and get outta here!” shouted Sally.

Veronica knew when to take a not so subtle hint and she walked away just as Sally wrapped her arms around Tockwell.

“You ready for round two, baby?” asked Big Talk.

“You know it.” Said Sally.

The door slammed quickly and they resumed … whatever it was they had been doing before. Something not very Christian-like that was for sure.

 

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The Contract Signing

In-Ring

As Slam returned to the airwaves, the ring canvas was covered in a red velvet cloth with a folding table in the center of the ring covered in black. On the table were two pens and a clipboard containing a contract to make the match between Derecho and Spike Saunders official for Legacy. Brent Williams stood in the center of the ring and made the announcement.

“Ladies and Gentlemen… the following is a contract signing for Legacy in which Derecho will take on Spike Saunders!”

‘Spike-It-UP!’, the hit remix by KISS.

Out walked the colossal seven foot four giant. Saunders glanced off to the side at the cheering fans and then to the ring as he made his way down. Tonight it wasn’t about the attention or ‘giving back’ to the fans. And in a few weeks at Legacy, the same would be true. Instead the big man stepped up on the apron and over the ropes, walking up to the table, and twisting the chair around to take a seat where he could see the entrance aisle.

If nothing else, he knew his opponent well and leaving his back open was just asking for trouble.

Lights Out.

“I am….”

“....I am”

“Charisma” by WASP

The lights flashed as Derecho made his way out from the backstage area. He walked down to the ring with a purpose, not taking his eyes off of Spike Saunders.  Derecho stomped up the ring steps and quickly entered the ring, coming face to face with The Colossus.

Derecho slowly walked around to the other side of the ring and asked for a microphone. Derecho. His music died down and Derecho stood there on the opposite side of the table, looking Saunders in the eye. Derecho brought the microphone up to his lips.

“Eleven years ago… that’s when all of this began. Since then, you and I wrestled three times. A win a piece and a draw. The last time we locked up was back in 2009 so for eight long years… I’ve had to wait.  For eight long years, I had to suffer knowing that I never settled the score.”

Derecho paused for a moment before continuing.

“Since coming here to NBW… that’s all I have ever wanted to do here. Settle the score between you and I, but for one reason or another, you and I were kept apart. I went on to win meaningless championships and even earn a Hall of Fame induction.”

“Far more successful than my tenure.” Saunders cut in.

“All of it never really mattered because my true purpose here in NBW was to end this thing between us and at Legacy, I’m going to do just that.”

Derecho paused for a moment as he looked straight into the eyes of Spike Saunders.

“Just… one little thing about this contract here. You see… before it was brought down to this ring and carefully laid upon this table…. I had it amended.  There was a stipulation I wanted to add to this contract… a stipulation that I thought long and hard about. Now before you go and get the wrong idea, let me clarify something to you here and now.”

Derecho began to pace back and forth a little bit as it became story time with the former three-time world champion.

“For the better part of the last decade, I made a bit of a reputation for myself. That all started when I won the LoC Underground Championship and signed with jOlt Wrestling after the two companies merged. I held onto the Underground Championship for over a year and I decimated anyone that stood in my way. That earned me the nickname “The King of Hell” and now, because of all that, everytime I open my mouth about a stipulation, it’s automatically assumed that I want to take a steel chair and indent someone’s skull with it and while the thought of doing that to you puts a smile on my face, it’s not what I want for this match.”

“If you want to settle this inside the confines of a Steel Cage I’m good; or a Cell match, even that bastardous Laddervault or your Crystal Nightmares-”

“You would love that, wouldn’t you. You would love provoking me into a match such as those, but I’m afraid that’s not going to happen this time around.”

Derecho continued to pace as the people in the crowd were a bit surprised that Derecho would shy away from what he rebuilt himself as over the past eight years.

“You see… before all the chairs and ladders and glass cages… I was known as one of the best technical wrestlers walking this planet and, as I proved by beating Jack Harmen… I still am. At Legacy… much like I did to you in this ring in 2006, I’m going to put on a wrestling clinic and beat you one more time…….. But………..”

There was a moment where Derecho stopped pacing and looked down at the canvas.

“I realize this isn’t 2006 and I’m not in my twenties anymore. Even though I was able to defeat Jack Harmen… the legendary High Flyer, I still beat a man who is a shadow of his former self and in that match, I began to wonder if I was beginning to become a shadow as well. The fact that Harmen came close to beating me wouldn’t have bothered me if this were 2006 and he and I were still in our primes, but here I am in 2017 and I nearly got beaten by a man who, for all intents and purposes, should be retired. That… to me… is embarrassing.”

Derecho turned to Saunders and approached the table once again.

“That’s why the stipulation in the contract states that if I can’t beat you at Legacy, then that’s it for me. I will walk away from professional wrestling once and for all. In other words, if I lose… I retire.”

The crowd instantly buzzed. The signs were all over the wall. The Hall of Fame induction, the announcement just now… everyone felt that this would be Derecho’s final match...except for one man… Derecho himself.

“But don’t think I’m going to lay down to call it career. I’m doing this to push myself further than I have ever gone before. To do the things I used to be able to do in this ring and do some things I haven’t done yet. I will not stop fighting at Legacy and with this motivation behind me, I will walk into the 100th episode of Slam as a member of this roster and as the man who will grab this microphone and proclaim in one clear voice that I have slain The Colossus and that after eleven damn years, I am the better man just like I knew I was all along!”

Derecho picked up the pen and looked Saunders dead in the eyes.

“They say a man becomes complacent when he has nothing to fight for. Without a world title around my waist, that may be true. I simply gave myself something to fight for… my career. You better believe I’m going to come into Legacy and end a career.”

Derecho quickly scribbled his name on the contract. He then threw the pen as hard as he could at Saunders. Derecho watched as it bounced off his chest.

“Yours”

Derecho flipped the microphone to the canvas and exited the ring as it made a loud “poom” upon impact. Derecho simply walked to the backstage area.

Saunders sat there in the chair, turning his attention to the mat where the discarded microphone laid. Then raised his own as he leaned back.

“He hasn’t changed. Not since I got him noticed, and then hired, in NBW and FWO. That man doesn’t know humility.” Saunders looked down at the contract for a moment. “A famous writer by the name Ernest Hemngway once said, ‘There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self’.” Leaning forward Saunders wrote his name down on the paper. “I would say that fits quite well of Derecho.”

Pushing the chair back the Colossus stood over the table and contract, reaching down and handing it over to Brent Williams, who was the stand in for the night for Harmen.

“Our rivalry as many would put it Derecho, hasn’t been one filled with words. It’s always been about action. At that, we’ll settle this at Legacy. Career or no Career, I know you’ll bring everything you’ve got.”

With a grin he looked into the nearest camera: “And so will I.”

The mic was set on the table and Saunders made his exit as the ring crew headed down to clear the ring for what’s still to come.

Legacy.
11 year winding path, comes to an end.

 

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A Few Good Men Being A Major Payne And Top Guns

Backstage

A Few Good Men Becoming A Major Payne And Other Army Movie Things

The camera caught a glimpse into the locker room of none other than four of nbW’s biggest and baddest troublemakers.

Okay, three of the four were big, but all four were bad and they were troublemakers to the core. But when your opponents had been The A-List and The Law, anybody would be very happy to root for the other side of that. That all having been said, the crowd cheered for the look into the Strongbern locker room!

As was the norm in the last three weeks, Big Rick Strongbern, Rik Bonebreaker-Strongbern, and Ri-Khan Strongbern were all clad in various forms of army attire while Little Ricky was still sequestered to performing in their old Strongbern barbarian motif. 

“Look, Big Rick,” Rik said. “I get that whole enemy-of-the-enemy-is-my-friend shit, but I saw what you and Little Ricky put Brock and Davey through a long time ago. Are you sure that we can trust him tonight?”

Big Rick nodded.

“AS MUCH AS I CAN’T STAND THAT PRICK, I HAVE TO RESPECT THE FACT HE HATES THAT BITCH-ASS PRIMA-DONNA IN CROWD,” Big Rick talk/yelled in his typical death metal-esque voice. “YOU KNOW WHAT’S AT STAKE TONIGHT. HE PICKS THE STIP FOR HIS MATCH, BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY TO US, WE GET OUR REMATCH FOR THE DYNASTY TAG TEAM TITLES AT LEGACY! WE GOT FUCKHAMMERED EIGHT WAYS FROM SUNDAY LAST TIME AND I WON’T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.”

“He’s gotta,” Little Ricky added. “Long as Brock plays nice tonight, we got his back.”

BANG!!

All four men jumped in surprise as suddenly the door to their locker room was kicked open with authority!

Surprise quickly turned into anger, and Clan Strongbern instinctively shifted into fighting stances, ready to pummel whoever had the audacity to kick in their door.

“WE AIN’T PLAYIN’ NICE TONIGHT, TREMOIDBERN!”, a booming voice that almost sounded like Big Rick announced, causing the four to share a confused look.

Then the live audience let out a loud cheer as Brock Newbludd stomped into the room and planted himself right next to Clan Strongbern’s leader, whose jaw instantly dropped when he examined the number one contender from head to toe.
It might have been one of the few times in Big Rick’s life that we was actually speechless.

Clad in a brown fighter pilot’s jumpsuit with black combat boots, it was clear that Newbludd was trying to make the best of teaming up with the Strongbern’s and be a team player. But, what made it crystal clear was the embroidered name patch on the suit.

‘BRICK’

Oh, and to top off his battle ensemble the 25 to Life winner was wearing what appeared to be a fighter pilot’s helmet, complete with an oxygen mask hanging off of it. Any movie buff watching at the very moment would have instantly noticed that it was a near identical replica to Tom Cruise’s helmet from Top Gun.

Except with one noticeable difference. Etched across the helmet’s forehead, right above the visor, was not Cruise’s iconic nickname ‘Maverick’.

Sloppily written in black marker was what appeared to be ‘Brick’s’ call sign for the evening…

‘MAVEBRICK’

Flipping the dark visor up, Newbludd tried his best to match the madman like gaze that Big Rick was now giving him, before taking his eyes from Rick to give a quick scan at his three giant followers who still didn’t know what to make of Brock, I mean BRick.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SLACK JAWED SHIT LICKER’S STARING AT!?” Newbludd yelled at them, still trying his best to impersonate his old rival standing next to him.

“WE’RE ABOUT TO GO TO WAR AGAINST THE FIVE BIGGEST PIECES OF SHIT THE NBW HAS EVER SEEN, AND YOU’RE ALL SITTING HERE TOUCHIN TIPS, WONDERIN’ IF BRICK’S GONNA PLAY NICE!?”

“BRICK!?” Big Rick yelled out, but Newbludd paid him no mind, instead opting to get right in the face of Little Ricky.

“YOU IN THE LOINCLOTH! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO PLAY NICE IN A FUCKIN’ WARZONE!? DO YOU!?”

Little Ricky was completely taken aback by the apparently demonically possessed Newbludd and looked to his brothers for some assistance. Receiving none, Little Ricky just stared at Brock with a blank look that screamed ‘what the fuck is happening right now?’.

Suddenly a seething Brock reached inside the breast pocket of his flight suit and pulled out a black semi-automatic handgun.
“HEY! HEY! WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?” Little Ricky yelped as Brock pointed the gun right at his face.

“THEY GET A NICE FUNERAL!” Brock screamed in Little Ricky’s face, before stepping back and squeezing the trigger.

“WAHHHH!” the man formerly known as Tremoid screamed as water sprayed him in the face.

Throwing the water gun behind him, Brock let out a laugh at the terrified Little Ricky and spread his wide to the rest of them.

“So, whaddya think!?” he asked, now in his regular voice. “Pretty sweet outfit, huh!?”

When Little Ricky was through almost wetting his loincloth, Ri-Khan turned to him and let out a growl.

“RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Brock looked at Ri-Khan and wasn’t even sure what the hell to make of the foot soldier of Clan Strongbern that acted out like a dog. But before he even wrapped his brain about that conundrum, Big Rick approached his old rival and looked up at him with a menacing stare....

Then deranged laughter.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HE ALMOST SHIT HIMSELF, THAT WAS PRICELESS! HAHAHAHAHA!”

Rik and even Ri-Khan got in on the laugh while Little Ricky furrowed his brow, trying to plead his case.

“That looked like a gun. A GUN.” Little Ricky pleaded. “Do you realize how horrible that is in today’s society to even TEASE something like tha…”

“If I told you that you’re acting like a giant vag about it be just as horrible?” Brock asked with a grin.

“Because you kind of are right now…a big, sweaty, seven foot tall pu--”

“Alright! That’s it Newbludd…” Little Ricky menacingly said as he took a step towards Brock.

“BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAHHHHHH.” Big Rick said, talking over his smallest (largest) team member, not concerned in the slightest. He then turned to Brock. “LONG AS YOU GO AFTER BIG TALK, STAY OUT OF OUR WAY, AND LEAVE THE A-LIST TO US, I THINK WE’RE GONNA GET ALONG JUUUUUUUUUUST FINE. WE’RE EARNING OUR TAG TITLE MATCH AT LEGACY TONIGHT AND NONE OF THOSE SHIT-SIPPERS ARE GETTING IN OUR WAY!”

Newbludd nodded his head to Big Rick and then put a hand up onto the angry giant standing in front of him.

“You pissed off right now, Ricky?” Brock asked the seven footer who clenched his teeth and nodded his head.

“Good.” Newbludd said with a grin. “I’m going to need you pissed off tonight, because I need you and your two brothers to go out there tonight and plow the fuckin’ road for me and your boss here. He wants the A-List, and I want megadouche Tockwell and it’s up to you three to make sure we get there, got it?”

“Yeah, I got it…” Little Ricky answered.

“Good. Because once we get our hands on A-List and Tockwell….”

Suddenly Brock’s eyes widened into the same crazed stare that he entered the room with and his voice changed to the same low booming town.

“THEY’RE GONNA FIND OUT WHY THEY SHOULDA NEVER FUCKED WITH CLAN STRONGBERN AND BRICK NEWBLUDD! BECAUSE TONIGHT WE’RE GONNA GIVE THEM THE PISSPOUNDIN’ OF A LIFETIME!”

Brick then clasped Big Rick’s shoulder with his other hand and locked eyes with him.

“AND THEN AT LEGACY WE’RE GONNA TAKE THEIR GOLD!”

With that, Newbludd flipped the visor of his pilot’s level down, strapped on the oxygen mask, and began to walk backwards out of the room, giving Clan Strongbern a thumbs up as he did.

“TONIGHT, YOU FOUR ARE MAVEBRICK’S WINGMEN! MAKE ME PROUD! SEE YOU ON THE HIGHWAY TO THE DANGER ZONE!” Newbludd screamed as he exited, the oxygen mask somewhat muffling his voice.

The members of Clan Strongbern were in for a fight, but Little Ricky shook his head.

"Well I nees to change a loincloth."

Rik pointed a finger.

"HA!"

 

Showdown at Legacy

In-Ring

A soft chant began to spread throughout the arena. Starting as a whisper but growing into a chorus as the lights darkened while images began to flicker on the viewers screens. Images of violence, war, and a solitary figure watching it all.

The chanting had grown louder now and the drumbeats of Nightwish’s “Seven Days to the Wolves rose in volume as mist spread throughout the stadium, ghostly images of great heroes and villains forming two parallel lines along the ramp.

The rock part of the song kicked in and thunder roared while fire erupted on the stage, revealing the cowled form of the East Wind Alex Reyn, his hands outstretched over the flames. He was shirtless, save for an open black cloak with a wolf skull mask, the Keystone Championship displayed proudly on his waist. His was body covered in ancient symbols and markings that seemed almost to glow and move in the firelight. 


He began to walk forward and the ghostly figures knelt as he approached them, only to rise up as he passed them as if more energised, turning to watch as he walked, Reyn himself never breaking eye contact with the ring.

“Howl! Seven days to the wolves
Where will we be when they come?
Seven days to the poison
And a place in heaven
Time drawing near us
They come to take us”


He climbed atop the top rope and Raised the Keystone Belt high! The glow of the golden belt shining brilliantly in the darkness as he faced towards the stage. Almost as if DARING the other wrestlers to take it from him!

Coldly, he stepped down. Removing the cowl and placing it on the ringpost. Then he grabbed a microphone.

“Bedlam.” he said firmly, as he raised the microphone to his lips. “You know why I am here. My challenge was made last week. Now make your choice.”

The crowd waited along with Alex...


The opening riffs of “Aurora” by 36 Crazyfists played out across the arena.  Jonny Bedlam stepped out from backstage wearing his street clothes: green jeans and a pink polo shirt.   Jonny had a microphone with him.  He brought it to his lips:

“Alex Reyn, I have decided to accept your challenge to a duel at whatever the next big show where people fight at is….what is it NoBranders?”

LEEEGGGGGGAAAAAACY!

“Ohh yeah...LEGACY!  Yes, I will take you on...at Legacy.  And I think, based on the nature of our last contest...it should be more than just a single fall.  It should be more than that.  See I don’t care much about your choice in jewelry.”


Jonny pointed to the glorious Keystone Title.


“Nah, I’m not much a ‘bling’ guy.  I’m more of a macWICKED than a Vince Jacobs type of fella.  But you can throw it on the line if you want to.  See, I’m after a good fight Reyn.  I got other things I could do in this life.  I could weld on an oil rig.  I could go to law school like my mom insists.  I could teach Special Ed like i used to.  Hell, I could deliver some pizza for-”

“Is there a point to this?” Reyn asked tersely.

“Yeah, you’re right, you caught me in a mild digression.  I’ll take your match.  ANd let’s make it interesting.  Let’s have a No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere thing.  Because you’re one of the best I’ve fought in the ring in a long time.  Let’s knock it up a notch for these No Brand Nutjobs here at Legacy.”

Reyn looked thoughtful.

“That WOULD allow us to truly test each other without these technicalities interfering... “

He smiled.

“Very well. Jonny Bedlam. I accept your proposal.”

“Then I’ll see you in Hell at Legacy, Mr. Reyn”

“Aurora” by 36 Crazyfists hit the P.A as Jonny made his leave, but the East Wind remained where he stood in the ring.

“Be that as it may.” he said, raising the microphone once again “This battle at Legacy shall not be an excuse for idleness. I have offered you all the prize of this title for the last two weeks, and tonight is no exception. To those who have the courage to rise to the top; come forth now!”

Once again, the crowd held its breath. Who would come out this time....

The crowd let out an enthusiastic cheer as the energetic theme of the equally energetic Yuma Wakaba hit the speakers! The scrappy young man making his way down the aisle to meet the champion!

ALEXY REYN Versus YUMA WAKABA

DING! DING! DING!

And the match was on! Yuma came charging right out of the gate, apparently seeing how well that had worked for Johannes, but Reyn had learnt from his last match and side stepped the attack, sending Yuma into the ropes! He struck at the rebounding Yuma with a superkick, but the little sparkplug blocked the leg and even ducked under Reyn’s follow up spin kick! He wouldn’t be caught THAT easily!

Yuma was picking up speed now as he hit the ropes, flying over Reyn’s head and rolling him up with a Sunset flip! Alex rolled out of the move though and aimed a Basement dropkick at Yuma’s head but hit only air as Yuma drops backwards to dodge the move. Rolling backwards with the dodge, Yuma rose to his feet and before Reyn could react, Yuma struck the East Wind with a basement dropkick of his own!

No wasted movement now. Hooking the leg.

ONE!!









KICKOUT!!

The second that happened though, Yuma immediately grabbed the offending leg to try to turn it into a boston crab. But Reyn had had people try that move on him FAR too often and kicked Yuma off.

Yuma hit the ropes again and Reyn came running in with a jumping knee, but the scrappy fighter caught Reyn’s knee and threw the taller fighter overhead with a jumping back body drop!!

Seizing the moment, Yuma climbed out onto the apron, seeing his opponent flat on his back, he took the time to pump his fist for the crowd’s benefit!

Then…

Slingshot Sento- Reyn gets his knees up!

Yuma immediately cried out in pain as he landed back first on the East Wind’s knees! He smartly tried to roll out the ring, but Alex grabbed him by the ankle. Preventing the escape. Yuma desperately kicked at him with his free leg, knowing how dangerous the East Wind was when he took control. He managed to score a few light kicks, but Alex held onto the ankle like a pitbull! This DID however, by Yuma the time he needed to use the ropes for leverage to jump up and NAIL Alex Reyn in the temple with an enzuigiri!

With Alex now stunned, Yuma used this opportunity to recover his back. It was only a minor winding, nothing serious. But now Reyn had recovered from the enzuigiri, looking for Ascendant’s Wrath (Running Springboard Suicide Crossbody)! But Yuma immediately dashed inside the ring as Alex sprung up onto the ropes! Thinking quickly though, Alex sprung BACKWARDS off the ropes to hit a springboard moonsault block on the standing Yu-

Caught by Yuma Wakaba!

The crowd popped at that show of strength, as Yuma called for a running powerslam, only for Reyn to spin out of the hold!

Tornado DD-

No!

Yuma BLOCKED the impact with a handspring! Kipping up  to his feet on the apex of the move, he dashed to the ropes and knocked Reyn off his feet with a dazzling corkscrew crossbody!

Cover!

ONE!!









KICKOUT!!

Both wrestlers rolled to their feet, this time, Reyn was a little quicker on the draw and knocked Yuma off his feet with a low sweep kick.

Standing Corkscre-

No!


Yuma gets the knees up!

Immediately, Yuma rolled the both of them into a crossface attempt, only for Reyn to roll the submission hold into a pin!

ONE!!









Only for Yuma to roll THAT back into the crossface!

The multiple rolls had put them right by the ropes though, and Reyn was able to get his legs on them to force a break. Yuma immediately released the hold and backed up to the corner, calling for Motion Energy (Running Knee to seated opponent)!

In he comes…!

Superkick by Reyn!

No!

Yuma dodges! Sliding underneath Reyn’s legs and out the ring!

He’s in the dropzone though, and he knows it as Reyn hits the ropes and comes FLYING out the ring!

ASCENDANT’S WRA-MIDAIR DROPKICK BY WAKADA!!!

The crowd EXPLODED  at that c zcxvounter as the challenger caught the Keystone Champion with the force of a missile! Knocking the wind from his lungs! As the crowd began to give heavenly praise to bowel movements, Yuma picked up his opponent and rolled him into the ring before going up top!

The crowd was in an uproar now! Could this be it!? Could we have a new champion! Yuma just needed one more move!!

KINETIC ORBITAL STRIKE (Diving double knees)!!!

NO!!

Reyn JUST rolled out the way, and Yuma’s knees came crashing down HARD into the mat! With a burst of adrenaline, Reyn capitalised, hitting the ropes and coming in with a FLIPPING DDT!!

The move spiked Yuma on top of his head, but it ALSO dropped Reyn down into his back, knocking the wind from his lungs and forcing him to instinctively grab his hurting ribs in pain.

Unable to make the cover due to the damage his ribs had taken, both from his own DDT and ESPECIALLY that dropkick, Alex opted to instead roll out the ring to allow himself time to recover, as Yuma was cradling his head and knees, curled up in a fetal position.

Slowly, carefully, still on shaky legs, Yuma picked himself back up. Seeing Reyn recovering on the outside galvanised him as he hit the ropes before FLYING out the ring with the Mechanical Wave ( Second Rope Tope)!

Reyn catches Yuma in midair and and DDT’s him into the barricade!!

The crowd gasped at that counter! The Tope had been a DIRECT hit, but Reyn had wrapped his arm around Yuma’s neck, and used Yuma’s own momentum to drive him headfirst into the ringside barricade!

Both men were now crumpled on the outside as the ref started the count. Yuma was unmoving, while Alex favoured his ribs.

Alex Reyn was the first to try getting to his feet, struggling to  stand after the explosive impact of that suicide dive. He needed time to recover, but that was time he simply did not have as the referee’s count was at five now.

Bending down, he grabbed the limp Yuma, dragging the stocky young man to his feet to try and roll him in the ring.

The count was at eight now, as Reyn pushed Yuma inside.

It hit nine as he rolled in himself. Draping himself over Yuma for the cover.

ONE!!










TWO!!









THREE!!









NO!!



YUMA KICKS OUT!!

The crowd cheered at the resilience of the fighter, as Reyn winced with every step. His ribs were in agony. He needed to end this. NOW.

It was time for the East Wind Cutter.

He forced himself to his feet, grabbing Wakaba in the reverse facelock before lifting him up.

It was then though that he realised he may have gone to the well a bit too often…

YUMA COUNTERS! SHIRANUI LUNGBLOWER!!!!

The crowd roared as Yuma hit the counter! The sparkplug cried out in pain at what that move had done to his own knees, but he had to withstand it, this was his moment!

COVER!!

ONE!!











TWO!!











THREE!!









NO!! A KICK OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!!

At the table, Gaines slapped the desk in frustration, while the crowd shared his ire! Chanting “Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!” at that kickout! What was it gonna TAKE to beat this freak!

Yuma’s head was in his hand, as he looked up to the ceiling. That was IT. He had never been so close to the Keystone title!

Closing his eyes, Yuma took deep breaths. Calming himself, steeling himself. This wasn’t over yet.

He still had some moves left.

Backing up to the corner, he began to rhythmically slap the mat, over and over, inspiring the crowd to clap in tune as they waited with baited breath for the East Wind to stand…

Slowly, in unsteady legs, Alex made it to his feet. And Yuma charged in.

POWER TRIP (Sling Blade)!

Wait!

A sudden twinge of pain in his knee made him stumble, lose his gri-

SUPERKICK BY REYN!!

The East Wind practically fell on top of Yuma for the pin, but that was enough!

ONE!!










TWO!!










YUMA KICKS OUT!!

Reyn gritted his teeth in both pain and frustration, he was finding it hard to breathe now, but he couldn’t worry about that. He had the advantage and he NEEDED to capitalise on it. He couldn’t risk  the East Wind Cutter, and the Flipping DDT was equally ineffective. He doubted the ringpost superkick would work either.

That left only one reliable move, but he would need to drag Yuma closer to the corner for it to work.


Grabbing Yuma by his arm and leg, Alex dragged him into position, but just as he was about to climb to the top, Yuma grabbed hold of his leg!

Alex tried to kick him off, but Yuma used Alex’s own momentum to throw him off balance, rolling him into a schoolboy pin! All the weight on Alex Reyn’s legs!

ONE!!











TWO!!










ALEX THROWS YUMA OFF!!

Rolling to his feet, Alex lashed out with a roundhouse kick, but Yuma ducked and grabbed Alex from behind, lifting him up in a back suplex clutch!

Before throwing him forward and catching him in a sit out powerbomb!!

As impressive a display of strength as that was though, it was also Hell on Yuma’s knees, Instinctively, he collapsed in the corner. Gritting his teeth in pain.

He looked up, at the top turnbuckle just above his head, and a plan formed in his mind…

Quickly, trying to fight through the pain, Yuma began to climb to the top. But the climb itself was putting even MORE pressure on his knees, making him unable to immediately go for the KOS.  Willing himself on, he took a deep breathe. Ready to jump.

And Reyn leapt up their with him!!

The crowd was a mess of noise as both competitors brawled up top! It was a final, desperate exchange! Both men were injured, both in a precarious position, the match would be decided by the winner of this exchange!

It was unfortunate then, that when it came to the striking game, Alex Reyn had the edge.

A sudden headbutt was enough to knock Yuma offguard. Reyn followed up with a double ear clap that had Yuma’s entire SKULL ringing, followed by a forearm to his throat! The former “Sparks” was dazed, stunned and struggling to breathe from that combination.

Now for the killing blow.

Reyn switched behind his opponent, the two now on the top turnbuckle facing towards the ring! With his last burst of strength, Reyn leapt up onto Yuma’s shoulders and…
AVALANCHE POISONED RANA ONTO THE APRON!!!

The crowd SCREAMED in awe and horror at that! Wakaba had gone limp the second he hit the apron, now hanging loosely with his arms draping onto the floor. Alex too had hit hard, and was now clutching at his leg, but the site of Yuma laying their galvanised him and with one final burst of adrenaline,  he PUSHED him back into the ring! Sliding in the ring to hook BOTH legs for the cover!

ONE!!











TWO!!











THREE!!!











DING!! DING!! DING!!




Reyn rolled off his opponent, breathing heavily and clutching his ribs. As the EMT's came to check on Yuma, Alex practically crawled out the ring and out of the arena, stumbling all the while with the belt clutched to his agonised ribs. Yuma may have lost the match tonight, but he had certainly left his mark.

 

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Feeling left out

Backstage

“This is ridiculous.” Zed scowled as he stood next to the digital board that listed all of the current LEGACY matches planned. “My home, and I’m not even on the show. That drunken freak Bedlam is even on the show challenging for that Keystone title that Ravage kept from me for months.”

He wasn’t talking to himself. Rune was there next to him, snacking down on a twelve pound steak. Fresh from a nearby diner no doubt.

“I need to do something. I NEED to be on Legacy.”

“Pulse.” Rune got out as he took a large stretchy bite. “Challenge.”

“No.” Zed shook his head and stepped from the board. Looking down the hallway and seeing a group of the kids from Pulse there for a photoshoot. “Rookies are beneath me. No, I need to make an impact. All the jackasses I’ve beaten before are busy at Legacy. Something else is needed.”

He had no idea what he was going to do. But he had to do something. He had to be on the show.  Something to catch everyone off guard.

“Got it.” Zed grinned as Rune just looked at him. “Time to unleash that monster again next week on Victory. And get some payback after leading him to be a champion.”

The name was never stated, but for the fans watching they were quick to realize who this ‘Monster’ had to be.

In a week’s time, it looks like everyone else will too.

XIANG DYNASTY Versus WARREN SPADE & E.Z BLAZE

With only a small number of days left until NBW’s biggest show of the year around the corner, momentum was everything. Three of NBW’s biggest and baddest men would be doing battle at Legacy with the NBW Blitzkrieg title on the line. The road to Legacy had taken many twists and turns between the three men involved starting with The Great Wall costing Warren Spade the NBW World championship.

Since that time, the Great Wall had attacked Ohiyama after a Blitzkrieg title defense, sparking Ohiyama to also go after the big monster that had cut a swath through NBW this year. Now with all three monsters on a collision course, who would be the one on top? We’d have to wait until Legacy to find out.

But tonight it would be the other two members of the Xiang Dynasty – Xiang and Ai Tso – about to take on Warren Spade and a special return he promised tonight … the return of his best friend and NBW’s high-flying dynamo, EZ Blaze! The group that called themselves Team Pinky Swear were back in action!

“Gather around, everyone, gather around!”
 
The arena went dark and a lone spotlight was now on the entryway. Whoever this person was had their back turned to the camera so as to hide his face, but he was a man in jeans, a black coat and a red and white carnival barker hat. He was very short and couldn’t have been any more than five-foot four, but he certainly had a gift of gab. This was Warren Spade’s manager, Fenton Woods!
 
“Ladies and gentlemen … allow me to bring to you one half of the greatest big man/little man tandem that NBW has ever seen! First, the man who will become NBW’s next Blitzkrieg champion and will stomp holes into the bodies of Ai Tso and Xiang tonight!”
 
The crowd popped as he continued his spiel. 
 
“As you all know, my name is Fenton Woods and I would like to welcome all of you – the fans of No Brand Wrestling – to the greatest show on Earth! The show where my giant comes out here and leaves a path of destruction for your amusement …”
 
Fenton winked. 
 
“And mine.” 
 
He tapped his cane on the ground and his spotlight disappeared. The crowd was baited with anticipation and when words appeared on the EpiCenter they went crazy. 
 
MONSTER 
 
OF THE 
 
MIDSOUTH
 
Warren Spade was here! 
 
“Into The Arena” by Michael Schenker Group played and The Monster of the Mid-South basked in the reception from the crowd. After enjoying the response, he hunched over to let Fenton Woods ride on his shoulders. The monster who once boasted a two-year undefeated streak in No Brand Wrestling was approaching the ring fast. The large giant from the Mid-South stomped his way to the ring and waited inside. As his music faded, Fenton continued.
    
“Hold on, let me catch my breath,” Fenton said, huffing as the crowd laughed. 
 
He cleared his throat. 
 
“Okay, let’s do this again … From the bringer of my giant The One-Man Stampede and the Monster of the Mid-South Warren Spade … comes the next great find from I, Fenton Woods! I’ve brought to you a killer giant! Now I bring to you a man with the gift … of aerial artistry!”
 
He pointed to the stage.
 
“Introducing … the Great Aerial Artist! The World’s Fastest Athlete! The Picasso of Planchas! The Da Vinci of Dives! The Monet of Moonsaults! The Salvador Dali of Springboards! The Rembrandt of Rope-Running! Everybody please welcome … his knee is healed which means trouble for all of you … “
 
Fenton’s cane was pointed near the stage.
 
“The man has wins over men like JAC and Derecho! Please welcome E! Z! Blaze!!!”
 
Fenton tapped his cane much as he would for Warren Spade's entrance and the arena went dark again. The crowd was buzzing with much anticipation for a kid with a lot of promise. The arena soon became engulfed in a stream of blue and white lights each flickering for three to four seconds at a time.
 
BOOM!!!!!!!!
 
Hoobastank’s “Just One” played and an explosion erupted from the stage! Out came EZ Blaze in a brand new silver eagle-inspired costume! The Great Aerial Artist as he was now known basked in the cheers of the crowd as EZ poked his head out from underneath a blue and white cape and cowl combination! Fenton pointed his cane toward the ring.
 
“Let’s go make history, kid!”
 
EZ Blaze shot like a rocket towards the ring and made a big leap underneath the ropes and then flipped to his feet. Warren Spade climbed into the ring behind him and now both men were inside, they both held their hands together in Mega Powers fashion and locked up in a PINKY SWEAR!!! The same pinky swear promise that they made when they fought in a title match back in the Middle East was brought back to the fold and got Blaze a great ovation from the crowd. 

”WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!”

The crowd was more than happy to see the Great Aerial Artist back in action since he lost a hard fought match to Warren Spade for the NBW World championship a number of months ago. Blaze took it all in and even though he was not known for being a talker, he was known for being ultra-quick and powerful between the ropes.

“Born in China (metal instrumental)” by The Immortals.

The music started to pick up and one by one, the lights of the Victory set began to glow yellow as the arena became bathed in a low sanguine hue. Three silhouettes appeared on the stage…

Xiang.

Ai Tso.

The Great Wall.

The pro-Chinese contingent of nbW walked towards the ring slowly, absorbing the jeers from the crowd.

“And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by The Great Wall, weighing in at a combined weight of 454 pounds… Xiang and Ai Tso… THE XIANG DYNASTY!”

Led by the dastardly Xiang, the crowd booed the Chinese Triad (the non-killer variety, but they could still probably fuck you up) as they entered the ring. Xiang and Ai Tso gave each other a glance and a quick nod as The Great Wall remained at ringside, looking smug at Warren Spade. The bell rang

DING

DING

DING

Warren Spade had wanted to start things off first, but instead EZ Blaze tapped him on the shoulder and motioned he would like to go first. Warren gave him the silent go ahead and then climbed over the ropes to give Blaze the chance to fight against Xiang. The Dynasty’s mouthpiece and leader stepped into the ring with him.

He started off the match trying to catch Blaze off guard by landing a kick into his gut. The blow doubled Blaze over and then Xiang landed three different elbows into the back of the head as he was still winded from the first shot. Xiang threw him into the corner and he quickly tried to take his head off with a move he called the XD Kick …

Blaze was too quick!

He flipped right over Xiang and then threw not one, but two front flips forward and popped the crowd with his incredible agility. Xiang charged across the ring at the young high-flying dynamo, but the Da Vinci of Dives kicked him away. He stood up on the top rope …

And did a handstand right then and there!

Xiang did not know what to make of EZ Blaze’s strange tactics as he remained positioned in a handstand on the top turnbuckle, popping the crowd in the process!

“Attaboy!” yelled Fenton.

The man known as the Artist of War had clearly seen enough of EZ Blaze’s showing off and rushed at him, but Blaze took his boot down and kicked Xiang in the head. Xiang stumbled back from the shot for a step but when he came back, he snapped Xiang up and over with a flying head scissors out from the corner. When Xiang tried to get back up, EZ Blaze charged and a barrage of high impact kicks to the legs hit to cut him down to size.

EZ Blaze tried whipping him across the ring and tried to land a drop kick but Xiang was too devious for that and grabbed onto the ropes, making Blaze crash to the mat. With a smile Xiang ran off the ropes but he didn’t expect EZ Blaze to execute a front flip out of that and then connect with a drop kick on the rebound!

Xiang was down and now EZ Blaze got on one knee and pointed to the sky smirking for the NBW faithful!

“That’s that speed y’all need to watch out now!” yelled Fenton.

EZ Blaze doubled Xiang over with a spinning roundhouse kick to the stomach and then fired up a backflip kick right to the back of the head! With that EZ Blaze tried netting himself a win!

1 …

2 …

When Xiang kicked out!

EZ pointed at Warren Spade who wanted the tag, but when he walked over to pull Xiang up the devious trickster nailed a jaw breaker. Blaze snapped back and fell to his knees as Xiang made the tag over to Ai Tso. The newest recruit of the Xiang Dynasty initiative had made himself very useful during recent outings thanks to a unique blend of Judo and amateur wrestling. Ai Tso got into the ring and immediately went behind Blaze before throwing him down with a single leg takedown.

Ai Tso spun around twice over Blaze’s fallen body with quick speed and just to add insult to injury, the sly Chinese wrestler threw an elbow into the back of his head for good measure. He locked him up in a front neck lock position to prevent Blaze from using his fancy footwork and aerial tactics to escape. He turned him around and looked for his damaging snap headlock takedown known as Jeiguan, but Blaze snapped forward and kicked him in the head with a hard shot. Blaze stunned him and then went for a back slide pin … no! It was turned into an amazing forward bridge!

1 …

2 …

Ai Tso kicked out at two!

When Ai Tso tried to get back up, Blaze kicked him with a spinning enziguri kick that stumbled him and then pointed to the crowd to deliver an incredible standing 450 splash! So far, Blaze’s knee appeared to give him no trouble as he covered again.

1 …

2 …

This time, Xiang broke things up!

He batted EZ Blaze in the head with several kicks and then ordered Ai Tso to hurry and get back up to his feet so they could attempt a double team on the young man. Ai Tso was a little slow to his feet, but got there and then helped whip him to the ropes. Blaze ran off the ropes, but they didn’t see the blind tag from the massive Warren Spade!

Blaze ducked under a double elbow attempt and he grabbed onto the ropes, laying in between them before he pointed behind them. Xiang and Ai Tso instinctively heard the stomping of the seven foot monster in the ring and he leveled both with a double clothesline!

“I’ve got a lot more than that for you at Legacy, asshole,” said Spade, pointing at The Great Wall who hadn’t moved on the outside.

He picked up Xiang and then scooped him up, dumping him on the ground. He then picked up Ai Tso and slammed him on the ground until both men fled the ring to try and avoid any more damage that was coming from Team Pinky Swear. The King of Monsters gestured at Blaze and he tagged himself in now before letting Warren get picked up on his shoulders. Spike Saunders he was not, but Warren got Blaze ready …

FASTBALL SPECIAL TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Warren Spade ran and then launched his partner out at both members of the Xiang Dynasty taking them both out on the outside!

Blaze was throwing extreme caution to the wind on his first match back from injury, but tonight he wasn’t at all afraid of the injury. He gave either the NBW fans all or nothing when it came to his in ring work!

Blaze picked up the legal man Ai Tso and then as he tossed him into the ring he leaped onto the ropes and then landed a spring board high angle splash!
 
1 …

2 …

No!

Ai Tso kicked out but now Blaze was about to end things as he signaled for a move off the ropes. He was about to run when The Great Wall started to step up the steel steps. The massive monster from China stood his ground and kept Blaze from going anywhere near the ropes. But when he didn’t see …

POWWWWW!!!!

Xiang snuck into the ring behind Blaze when he wasn’t looking and cracked him on the mouth with a thrust kick!

“You son of a …”

Spade yelled but the damage was already done when the referee was warning The Great Wall not to get involved. Even when he wasn’t involved physically, he was such a towering specimen that anybody would naturally watch themselves when he was near.

Ai Tso took the time to roll over and make a tag to Xiang and with that he waited for EZ Blaze to get back to his feet. He turned him over with a snap mare and then popped off a round of nasty sounding kicks right to the spine so he could double over Blaze! Blaze was feeling the burn from the deadly moves but things got worse when he charged off the ropes and delivered a hard sliding knee to the head. EZ Blaze was now down and now Xiang finally had an opportunity to win over the Picasso of Planchas.

1 …

2 …

And a kick out from Blaze!

Spade watched his partner now get pulled by the leg to his feet by Xiang who whipped him down with a dragon screw leg whip. It was right on the questionable left knee that had troubled him the last few months and after the dragon screw, he turned his leg around and slapped on a deadly looking figure four leg lock.

Blaze’s knee was now searing in pain now with the pressure of such a painful submission hold being placed on him. Xiang continued keeping the hold locked in as tightly as possible with Blaze trying to free himself from it.

“Kid, come on! Turn! Turn!” yelled Fenton as he shifted his body showing Blaze what to do.

The Picasso of Planchas tried to do just that and prevent him from being able to make any more big moves, but Xiang’s pressure continued to work over the knee.

“Nǐ huì tíjiāo!”

The Artist of War yelled at EZ Blaze to submit or bad things would happen to the knee, but Blaze finally managed to climb his way to the ropes. Xiang held him in the ropes but then he went back to the corner and tagged Ai Tso again. Warren wanted into the ring really badly but Ai Tso had pulled EZ Blaze from him way too far. Spade watched Ai Tso continued to kick away at the leg and EZ Blaze to keep him from busting out any more of his high speed offense.
”EZ BLAZE! EZ BLAZE! EZ BLAZE! EZ BLAZE! EZ BLAZE! EZ BLAZE! EZ BLAZE!”

In their support of Team Pinky Swear’s high flying half, the crowd willed Blaze up and he threw more punches to the head of Ai Tso to free himself. EZ tried getting to his corner but Tso pulled him up by the waist and threw him over with a gut wrench suplex. Tso rolled over and the second gut wrench suplex drove him down even hard. He was not finished and fired a third gut wrench suplex. After the three big suplexes drove EZ Blaze into the canvas, Ai Tso now made an attempt to get the win!

1 …

2 …

Close, but no cigar!

EZ was continuing to upset the likes of Xiang and Ai Tso – The Great Wall did not look pleased at ringside. Ai Tso continued to work over the knee of Blaze by slamming his knee into the canvas and trying to stomp it. He turned him over and attempted an ankle lock. If the figure four leg lock did not finish him, then the ankle lock might have …

But Blaze quickly shifted his body weight to throw Ai Tso into the ropes. He stumbled back and then tried to finish off Blaze …

THE BLUE BLAZES~!!!

The crowd let loose a giant pop for the crucifix driver putting Ai Tso into the mat unexpectedly! Spade was itching for the tag and Xiang was as well, who couldn’t believe that Blaze was making such a big comeback.

Warren Spade reached out for Blaze, but his leg was still throbbing in pain. Behind all of that, Xiang reached into the ring and dragged Ai Tso back over to his corner and then made the tag in himself.

Xiang climbed back into the ring to keep Blaze from getting into the ring. He pulled his leg and tried keeping him from being able to get back into the ring when EZ snapped. Xiang ducked one kick but he fired back with a rewind enziguri!

And the tag got made to Warren Spade!

Spade took in the reception of the crowd which was thunderous at this point. He threw all his body weight at Xiang and dropped him with a big shoulder block. He ran into the ropes and then fired a second one and clocked him with a shot. Xiang was then sent into the corner and when he rolled back out, Spade picked him up and then shot him into the arena lights with a back drop!

Ai Tso tried to get back into the ring to stop the giant from making his comeback, but Spade grabbed him by the throat and all he did was shove Ai Tso over the top rope. He landed right in front of The Great Wall. He stepped right over his loyal follower’s body and climbed onto the ring apron, almost daring Warren to take a shot …

OHIYAMA WAS OUT NOW!!!
Spade yelled at Ohiyama, but the Polynesian Powerhouse ran right at him and got into a fight with him at ringside.

Warren Spade turned and to his surprise, Xiang used a jumping thrust kick to catch him in the corner. Warren bounced back and then Xiang fired another kick.

XD KICK~!!!

The Artist of War had knocked Warren silly! The thrust kick and the running corner kick had the giant dazed. Xiang used the moment to hit the middle rope for something big. He jumped off the ropes for his diving code breaker known as the Blood Red Sunset, but instead Warren trapped his body …

MID-SOUTH SPIKE~!!!

The black hole slam put him back in the mat! EZ Blaze was now on the ring apron ready and waiting for the tag so Spade gave it to him. Xiang was laid out beneath his feet as he ascended to the top rope with Spade pointing down at him!

BLAZING STAR~!!!

NBW’s best even shooting star press landed on Xiang!

1 …

2 …

3!

Blaze managed to get the win in his return match and helped Warren Spade stick it to the Xiang Dynasty in the process!

But outside the ring, things continued to heat up for Ohiyama and The Great Wall! Ohiyama had The Great Wall on his knees and charged at him for his Wavebreaker knee strike.

No!!!

The Great Wall blocked it by grabbing his leg and then drilling Ohiyama with a big choke slam right on the floor!

Spade watched The Great Wall lay out the champion on the floor, but he didn’t see Ai Tso turn into the ring and lay out EZ Blaze …

ZENGLI~!!!

He took down EZ Blaze with a cheap shot in the form of his signature STO! Warren hadn’t seen it until it was too late and grabbed his throat. He bombarded him with knees and set him up for Torn Asunder …

But Xiang grabbed his leg!

Xiang helped Ai Tso get loose and Spade kicked him aside but finally The Great Wall made it into the ring and struck Warren Spade with the jumping overhand chop. The blow caught Warren’s throat and he set him up for a move he had delivered to him once …

THE DAO BOMB~!!!

Despite the fact that EZ Blaze and Warren Spade had been triumphant, it was the Xiang Dynasty who just got the last laugh heading into Legacy. The ring had just shaken after The Great Wall delivered his deadly jack knife power bomb and rattled Spade’s spine in the process!

Xiang hobbled to the outside where Ohiyama had been chokeslammed on the ring floor and stole his Blitzkrieg title for The Great Wall to have. He raised the championship over his head and with the Xiang Dynasty now ruling the roost right before Legacy, The Great Wall had made his statement. By his strength alone, he had just laid out both the Blitzkrieg champion and a man almost his same size in the same night.

And if the Xiang Dynasty could do this again at Legacy there would be no doubt we would have a new Blitzkrieg champion.

 

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THE IN CROWD & THE LAW Versus CLAN STRONGBERN & BROCK NEWBLUDD

“The time has come, C.G., for what will not only be the final match of the night, but also the final match before the biggest show of the year, Legacy!” Melissa Vanderart exclaimed as Slam returned from commercial break to show her and color man C.G. Gaines sitting ringside behind the announce table.

“All roads lead to Legacy, Mel, and this main event we have coming up is a prime example of that,” Gaines replied as he swiveled in his chair slightly towards her.

“This ten man tag match is going to be an absolute war, featuring nine of most favorite people in the world...and Brock Newbludd…”

Grinning as she turned to face her longtime partner, Mel couldn’t resist.

“Don’t you mean Brick Newbludd?”

“He’s not a Strongbern!” Gaines snapped back, obviously not happy about the temporary allegiance between one of his favorite wrestlers, Big Rick, and one of his least favorite, Brock Newbludd.

“The only reason Big Rick is allowing BROCK to tag along with him tonight, no pun intended, is because he’s facing the full force of The In Crowd and that’s it. On any other day, Big Rick would stomp the fans precious number one contender into the mat like the overrated piece of crap that he is, but…”

Mel threw a finger up to cut Gaines off.

“BUT, Clan Strongbern and Brock Newbludd have a common enemy, and they need to have each other’s backs if they plan to send a statement to The In Crowd going into Legacy, because at Legacy they have a chance to take ALL of The In Crowd’s gold!”

“Bah!” C.G. grumbled. “Still doesn’t mean I have to like it, hopefully Clan Strongbern can take care of business without even having to tag in Newbludd.”

“Oh, I doubt that’s going to happen C.G.,” Mel said. “Brock’s gunning for Tockwell, you gotta believe he won’t pass up the chance to get his licks in on the champion their big title match. And I also have to believe Clan Strongbern is happy to have Brock with them tonight. Even if he would never admit it, Big Rick knows how capable Newbludd can be in the ring, and he also knows that Newbludd has a bone to pick with every single one of the men they will be facing tonight.”

Folding his arms as he made a pouty face, C.G. still didn’t look pleased one bit about it.

“I just got word that it’s time to send it up to ring announcer Brent Williams to get our main event underway!” Vanderart said, paying no mind to her grumpy partner. “Take it away Brent!”

“Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our main event!” Williams announced much to the delight of the fans. “And it will be a ten-man tag team match!”

With that, the intros started and up first it would be The In Crowd’s hired guns.

“Police Truck” by The Dead Kennedys.

Sirens started blazing throughout the arena.  Aptly, the Dead Kennedys anthem 'Police Truck' started as one pulled into the arena. The camera zooms in on the vehicle's back door as 4 officers pile out and join the others in line.  Lastly, but in no way least, Brady and Strauss jump out and make the walk to the ring, saluted by their colleagues.

"Introducing first! From the Los Angeles Police Department...weighing in at a combined six hundred pounds...Brady and Strauss...they are THE LAW!"

After ascending the stairs, Strauss steps between the ropes whereas the slightly bigger Brady chooses to step over them.  The Law was in the house! And as soon as their theme finished playing …

“Cool Kids” by Screeching Weasel!

And one logo on the video screen showed it.

THE IN CROWD!!!

The golden martini glass and symbol of a fine young lady told the crowd that the NBW Dynasty tag team champions The A-List - Victor Ingram Price and El Principe - were coming out along with “Hot Sauce” Raul Ramirez and “Sweet Fire” Sally Reynolds, and of course the ringleader of the group: “Big Talk” Jake Tockwell with the NBW World title! Warren Spade, EZ Blaze and Fenton Woods all watched the cocky foursome step out onto the stage as the arena lights were bathed in gold.

“THE IN CROWD COMIN AT YA!!!” yelled Raul Ramirez.

"Weighing a combined four hundred and seventy-eight pounds...The Crown Prince of Lucha Libre, El Principe and his partner VIP...they are A-LIST!”

A-List took a bow and Jake Tockwell took up his stance on the ramp for his intro.

“And being accompanied by “Sweet Fire” Sally Reynolds and “Hot Sauce” Raul Ramirez - weighing at two-hundred fifty-four pounds and standing six-foot five … he is your NBW World champion! “BIIIIIIIGGGGGGG TTTTTTTAAAAAALLLLLKKK” JAAAAAAKKKKKE TOOOOOOCKKKKKKWWWWWEELLLLLL!!!”

The reigning champions and their respective hired enforcers were all in the ring now with Tockwell and A-List holding their titles. For the majority of 2017 the three men had some combination of the top titles in their respective divisions and if they had anything to say about it they would have them after Legacy, too! All the champions and The Law gathered up in one corner as the fans eagerly awaited their opposition.

A rugged guitar riff hit the speakers.

“STRONG-BERN!”

Another guitar riff.

“STRONG-BERN!”

One more guitar riff.

“STRONG-BERN!”

“Kill It (Strongbern Death Mix)” by Fight.

The theme erupted from the arena speakers with a thundering boom as the lights in the arena went pitch-black. Suddenly, a HUGE spotlight shone on the stage and one by one, the monsters came out to play.
 
“Little” Ricky Strongbern, the near-seven footer. Probably in a different pair of barbarian attire since he might have soiled the last one.
 
The monstrous powerhouse Rik Bonebreaker-Strongbern in his camo vest and attire.
 
The wild attack dog, Ri-Khan Strongbern, who grabbed the camera and let loose a loud growl! Still in his warpaint and camo attire.
 
And of course…
 
The camera panned down to show Big Rick Strongbern. 5’9” and 220 of the nastiest pounds you ever done saw’d walking out with his arms behind his back like the ring general he claimed to be. The Generalissimo of Clan Strongbern stomped toward the ring with a look of determination on his face.

“Introducing their opponents… first at combined weight of 1,127 pounds… and stacked together at an alleged height of twenty-five feet tall… they are the team of CLAN STRONGBERN!

For the first time since this feud with The A-List and The Law began, the crowd was not divided. They CHEERED Clan Strongbern! Rik and Little Ricky both basked in the cheers of the crowd and Big Rick’s smug smirk looked even… well, more smug if that was possible. The four men stopped short of the ring and waited for the last man to arrive.

’Mouth for War’ by Pantera

The cheering amplified as the sliding double doors opened and the number one contender for Big Talk’s title made his way onto the stage with a fist raised high above his fighter helmet wearing head.

“And their partner!” Williams announced over the cheering crowd. “Weighing in at 229 pounds...from Milwaukee, Wisconsin...he is the number one contender for the NBW World Heavyweight Championship...he is ‘The Innovat--”

Normally spot on with every introduction, the veteran ring announcer uncharacteristically stopped for a quick second to double check his note card and frowned. Shaking his head, Williams raised the mic back up.

“Correction!...He is…for one night only... the ‘Wing Commander of Squadron Strongbern’...he is ’MAVEBRICK’ BRICK NEWBLUDD!!!

“WHAT THE FUCK HE JUST SAY!?” Big Rick screamed out at no one in particular.

On cue with Williams finishing, Newbludd stopped on the ramp and flipped down the visor of his helmet as his customary red pyro shot off on both ends of the stage. Further down the ramp, Big Rick was trying his best to contain his anger at what he had just heard come out of Brent’s mouth.

The stakes couldn’t be high for Brock going into this match, but for the moment he seemed to be enjoying playing the role of BRick as he stomped down the ramp towards his teammates, slapping hands with the fans as he made his way. The number one contender then stopped when he passed one particularly lovely female fan that had caught his eye, causing him to backpedal a few steps back up to her.

Taking off the fighter helmet, Brock smiled at the fan as he leaned over the barricade and placed the helmet right on her head. Upon receiving the one of a kind souvenir, the woman jumped up and down in joy as she high fived the equally excited fans next to her. Suddenly she was stopped when Brock flipped the visor of the helmet up and then put a finger on his cheek.

Now even more excited, the woman quickly leaned over the barricade and gave Newbludd a good luck peck on the cheek, which caused him to grow a shit eating grin. The camera did a cut to the ring to show Sally Renolds getting slightly red in the face, and staring daggers towards Newbludd who had now made it down to join Clan Strongbern at the bottom of the ramp.

With the crowd buzzing in anticipation, the two teams held their ground as they eyed up one another.

It was the very definition of ‘the calm before the storm.’

Then Big Rick brought the thunder with his booming voice as he raised a finger to his opponents in the ring.

“TIME TO PUT UP OR SHUTUP BITCHES! CLAN STRONGBERN’S HERE TO DROP THE HAMMER ON ALL YOU SHIT LICKERS!”

Big Rick then glanced back to his three clansmen and Newbludd, who gave him an approving nod, before looking back to the ring.

“LET'S GET EM! CHAAAARGE!” he yelled out before making a dash towards the ring.

And with that, it was all out pandemonium in the ring! Fights breaking out every which way between champion and challenger! Law versus other Clan Strongbern members! Cats marrying dogs! Mass hysteria!

Ahem.

So yes.

The two men that would make up the main event of Legacy beat the living hell out of each other right at the onset and exchanged blows with neither man giving an inch!

Big Rick teed off on El Principe in the corner, tackling him and lighting him up with Knife-Edge Chops!


WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

WHOO!

The crowd threw out “Whoos!” for each chop!

VIP tried to come to the aid of his partner, but his arm got grabbed by Ri-Khan! And he BIT DOWN on the arm!

“AAAAAAHHHHHH!”

The taller half of the Dynasty Tag Team Champions let out a loud howl of pain! Ri-Khan continued to throw a few Vader-like Hammer Forearms to the side of the head to wear him down!

Meanwhile, Little Ricky and Rik Bonebreaker-Strongbern made a point to go right after Brady and Strauss - no doubt still feeling raw over having been screwed out of a major victory one Slam prior. Little Ricky and Brady were the tallest members of their respective teams and continued to exchange blows! They fought some more before Little Ricky took Brady out of the ring with a big Clothesline, sending him over the top rope!

As Little Ricky followed, the fight between Rik and Strauss continued to intensify. Rik popped him in the chest with a HUGE Chop that echoed through the arena! Strauss winced in pain, but then retaliated with a huge Dropkick of all things, sending Rik through the ropes! The crowd booed as the ring started to clear but Strauss paid them no mind. He got to the ring apron…

RUNNING SHOULDER OFF THE APRON!

The more agile half of The Law dove to the outside and took out Rik and Little Ricky with a big dive! It took him a moment or two of recovery time, but with Brady’s help, he got back to his feet.  The two of them were looking mighty proud…

KHANNONBALL OFF THE APRON!

“RRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Ri-Khan hit the Cannonball Senton off the ring apron and took down BOTH members of The Law, picking up a seven-ten split! As the ring started to clear of the bodies and the outside began to fill up, Ri-Khan yelled out and beat on his chest like a man possessed. He turned…

RUNNING SINGLE LEG DROPKICK BY VIP!

Out on the floor, VIP hit Ri-Khan and leveled him! Ri-Khan tumbled to the floor but it didn’t take him too long before he paid attention to Big Rick who THREW El Principe out of the ring right next to him!

Brock DUMPED Jake over the top rope right next to him, now leaving only Big Rick and Brock Newbludd - once hated rivals when Brock first got to nbW - now the strangest of tonight’s bedfellows, given the stakes on the line tonight. The two had an understanding and as the bodies cleared, they both ran…

DOUBLE SUICIDE DIVE ONTO THE IN CROWD!

A two-for-three special for Brock and Big Rick and now the crowd went nuts!

“nbW!
nbW!
nbW!
nbW!
nbW!
nbW!”


Getting to their feet at the same time, Brock and Rick surveyed the pile of bodies all around them as the crowd continued to chant. Speaking of the chanting crowd, they suddenly changed their tune when the unexpected happened…

Brock raised a fist up towards Big Rick, barely glancing at him as he did…

And Big Rick begrudgingly gave him a dap!

“Brick & Rick!
Brick & Rick!
Brick & Rick!”


Strongbern glared out to the crowd, not sure what to make of their appreciation, while Brock grew a big grin.

Then their moment was shattered when the eleventh man involved in this match, referee Jerry Peterson, screamed at them from the ring.

“All of you get to your corners or else I’m calling a double DQ!” the veteran zebra said as he leaned over the top rope.

With so much on the line in the match, Brock and Big Rick were quick to help their teammates up to their feet and herd them over to a corner. Getting organized quickly, all four members of Clan Strongbern and Newbludd climbed up onto the ring apron, while Raul and Sally helped pick up The In Crowd and The Law, who quickly climbed up to their respective corner.

Now finally having both teams where they needed to be, Jerry ordered a man from each to enter the ring to officially kick off the match.

Not bothering to confer with his teammates Brock hopped over the top rope and pointed at Tockwell, which caused the crowd to roar in approval as Big Rick screamed angrily at Brock.

Flashing a cocky grin, the world champ shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly before stepping into the ring, and now the crowd was once again at a fever pitch!

With the table set and everything ready to go, Jerry called for the bell…

DING! DING! DING!

Instantly Brock sprinted towards Tockwell, looking to get some retribution for all the misery the world champ had caused him over the last few months, and the world champ looked to meet his opponent at Legacy head on as he took a step towards him…

Only to quickly spin on a heel and tag in Strauss!

With boos filling the air, the deceptively agile member of The Law hopped over the top rope and charged towards Brock, who was still coming in with a full head of steam. Meeting Newbludd head on, Strauss swung a big arm out for a running lariat but hit nothing but air as Brock was able to barely sneak his head underneath it.

Both men kept their momentum going and bounced off the ropes to meet in the middle again. Setting his feet, Strauss looked to catch Brock for either a bearhug or a suplex but once again came up empty when the number one contender did a baseball slide in between Strauss’s legs!

In a flash Newbludd was back up onto his feet and before Strauss could get turned around, Brock leapt onto his back to lock in a Sleeper Hold!

Spinning in a circle and flailing his arms as he tried to shake Newbludd off of him, Strauss looked to be in trouble early when Brock was able to wrap his legs around the big man.

Squeezing with all he had, Brock was able to bring the big man down to a knee! But, Strauss was only down for a split second, and Newbludd’s eyes grew big in surprise when the lawman rose to a standing position!

With Brock still squeezing down tight, Strauss tried his best to get his bearings and when he did he immediately started to backpedal towards the corner turnbuckles.
It would have been a sound strategy too, as Strauss broke the hold by sandwiching Newbludd in between himself and the turnbuckles. But with Brock cutting off the circulation to his brain, Strauss had picked the one corner out of four that he shouldn’t have backed into.

His opponent’s.

With Brock smashed in the corner, the man who was battling Strauss earlier, Rik Bonebreaker slapped Newbludd on the hand to make himself the legal man before stepping over the top rope and delivering a powerful overhand chop that landed right between Strauss’s eyes!

With Strauss dazed, the powerful Bonebreaker wrapped both of his massive hands around his opponent's neck to lift him out of the corner in an impressive showing of strength!

Now free, Newbludd dropped down and rolled out of the ring to safety, while inside the ring Rik kept Strauss lifted up as he spun around…

And dropped him across his knee with a stiff CHOKE TOSS BACKBREAKER! Rik went for the cover on Strauss.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Strauss’ shoulder went up, but Rik’s boot came down on his face right after that. Following the sharp boot to the face, Rik helped his slightly stunned opponent up to his feet and scooped him up onto his shoulder with ease.

With Strauss draped over his shoulder, Rik gave a cocky grin to his teammates before taking off towards the center of the ring with the intentions of driving his opponent to the mat with his signature Running Powerslam!

CRUSH RUSH!

NO!

Just as the Bonebreaker was about to plant him, Strauss was able to wiggle free and land on his feet behind Rik. With little time to react, the Bonebreaker was wide open for a hard knee to the back from Strauss that sent him stumbling forwards towards The In Crowd’s corner.

And when he arrived there he was met with Brady’s large black boot that smashed him in the face and sent him stumbling backwards. One chop block from Strauss later and Rik was down on the mat.

Scrambling to his feet, Strauss had his opening to make a tag and he took it, tagging in the eager Brady who strode over to the downed Bonebreaker and dropped a massive leg across the back of Rik’s head.

Rising to his feet, it was the 6’9 lawman’s turn to show off his power and he did so by grabbing one of Rik’s arms to hoist him up to a standing position. Still holding the Bonebreaker’s arm, Brady applied an arm wringer before unleashing a series of rapid fire shoulder thrusts as he held on to Rik’s wrist.

After one more hard shoulder that nearly dropped Rik down to a knee, Brady pulled him in again. But this time he ducked low to drape the 323 pound Strongbern across his shoulders!

Rising up from his squatted stance, Brady walked to the center of the ring as he held Rik and then proceeded to send him down to the mat HARD with a big Samoan Drop!

Brady with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICK OUT BY RIK!

And it was a kick out with authority that sent the surprised Brady flopping off of the big man from Boulder!

Looking pissed from the fact that he was just tossed off his pin like he was a cruiserweight, Brady slowly rose up and waited for Rik to begin to do the same. From the look in Brady’s eye it was obvious that he was waiting for the exact moment to strike with a big move.

Nodding his head eagerly as he watch Rik slowly begin to get vertical, Brady then showed his hand, so to speak, by slapping his leg in anticipation.

He was going for his deadly Yakuza kick...the CRIME KICK!

With Rik about three quarters of the way up, Brady sprinted towards the nearest set of ropes, ready to bounce off of them and literally kick the shit out of the Bonebreaker…

Meanwhile, Little Ricky slid along the apron as slyly as his seven foot frame would allow.

Forearm to the back of Brady’s head!

Little Ricky rocked the lawman with a hard shot to the head before dropping down off the apron to avoid the wrath of the referee, and surprisingly the crowd cheered him for his efforts!

Stunned from the unexpected blow, Brady stumbled like a drunk sailor towards the now upright Bonebreaker…

MOUNTAIN BOMB!

The powerful variation of the classic back body drop sent Brady flying in the air to eventually crash land on the opposite side of the ring, not too far from his corner. The Bonebreaker meanwhile, staggered over to his corner to tag in the man who he called boss.

Big Rick.

Quickly getting into the ring, Big Rick stomped towards Brady, hoping to cut him off before he could make the tag. But, Rik’s impressive throw had sent Brady flying close enough to his teammates that he was able to tag in the first hand he saw.

The Crown Prince of Luchador...El Principe.

The technically savvy Crown Prince of Lucha Libre went right after Big Rick and pummeled with big right hands to the head, trying to get some revenge from earlier for when Big Rick attacked him. He whipped him into a neutral corner and charged at him, but The King of Strongbern Style SURGED right back out of the corner with a Flying Shoulder Block!

“I GOT YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!” Big Rick screamed.

He got the crowd on his side as he sat up, flexed his arms, and then ran at him with a Snap Reverse STO! Big Rick rolled over and went for a cover. They needed this win to earn a title shot!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Big Rick pulled El Principe up and CHOPPED him across the chest again before throwing him to the corner…

Tag to Ri-Khan.

Big Rick picked up El Principe and dropped him with a big Body Slam on the mat. He dropped an elbow into El Principe’s chest, followed by Ri-Khan dropping his. Big Rick then ran off the ropes…

RUNNING SENTON!

Ri-Khan then ran off the other side.

RUNNING SPLASH!

And another cover by Ri-Khan after the double-team moves!

ONE!

TWO!

BROKEN UP BY VIP WITH A KNEE DROP!

Ri-Khan held the back of his head in pin and the Loyal Attack Dog flinched, giving El Principe the chance to make the tag… and now it was to Jake Tockwell himself.

The nbW World Heavyweight Champion graced the ring with his presence for the first time and BLASTED Ri-Khan with a big right that stunned the seemingly mindless beast. He struck him with several more rights and then put Ri-Khan back into the corner.

“Eat shit, you dumb dog!” Big Talk laughed.

He grabbed Ri-Khan by the head and rammed him into the corner before putting the boots to him with a series of hard shots. He then pressed a knee up into his throat which prompted the five-count from the official.

“Get out of the corner! Now!” he yelled.

“I’m the champion! I get out when I say I’m out, you stupid JAG!”

He pulled Ri-Khan out of the corner and then brought him down with a massive Neckbreaker! Big Talk now had a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Big Talk slapped his hands together.

“Onetwothree!” Tockwell shouted with his count. “You busy playing pocket hockey over there, you idiot?”

The nbW World Heavyweight Champion walked over and hooked Ri-Khan by his neck as he pulled him back up. He tried to hook him for something, but when he took too long, The Loyal Attack Dog turned…

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

And Big Talk might need a big rabies shot after Ri-Khan bit him on the arm! He then turned…

HIGH ROUNDHOUSE!

Ri-Khan clipped Big Talk and returned to the corner. Brock was itching for a chance to get into the ring…

But Big Rick stole the tag!

There was certainly a mixed response from the crowd for that because they wanted to see champion and challenger get into the ring before Legacy, but they were denied that just a little bit longer. Big Talk was slumped over in the corner when Big Rick lined him up…

RUNNING SPEAR IN THE CORNER!

Big Rick ran across the ring a second time and then charged…

RUNNING SPEAR IN THE CORNER!

Two big shots and that doubled over Big Talk, leading to Big Rick cutting him off at the leg…

HEAD-STRONG!

A massive Pedigree and he was rocking and rolling! He rolled over and tried to pin the champion!

ONE!

TWO!

BIG LEG DROP BY BRADY!

Big Rick didn’t see it coming and The Law were earning their money tonight! He then picked up Big Rick and THREW him into the corner. Now The In Crowd and The Law were in control and it was all Big Rick’s ego’s fault.

Now Tockwell looked around confused as he started to stagger onto his feet.

“Where’d … where’d he go … ? Where’s the little JAG that thinks he’s a big JAG?!!”

Big Talk was groggy from the pedigree dropping him on the canvas moments ago but now he was shaking the cobwebs out and now he was as mad as a hornet. He ran right at Big Rick in the corner and hit a low drop kick right in the face!

For one of the few times in his career, Big Rick Strongbern was being cheered over his opponent. The NBW World’s champion took a knee to Big Rick’s temple as he was down and waited for him to get back up.

“Get up! Get up you stupid JAG! NOW!!!”

Jake positioned himself just as the feisty Big Rick tried to take a wild swing at him only to miss.

SHUT UP~!!!

He was right on the button with a swift running knee lift to the jaw! Big Rick wasn’t going anywhere, but instead of trying to go for a pin on Big Rick he decided he would have more fun getting into Brock … sorry, Brick’s face.

“You fit right in with these dip-shits, Brock!” yelled Big Talk. “You’re as crazy as they are if you think you’re taking my title!”

Brock took a swing, but Big Talk was just a little too out of his reach. Tockwell stopped taunting and took focus on Big Rick. The pitbull powerhouse leader of Clan Strongbern was quickly lifted right into the air and dropped quickly with a back drop suplex! The pine rattled his spine and Tockwell made a cover to secure the rights to naming his stipulation for Legacy.

1 …

2 …

Big Rick with the kick out!

Tockwell shot up just as quickly and put a boot right into the mush of Big Rick and it was enough to shut him up for a few seconds.

I kid you not. :)

Big Talk then turned …

Big boot to Brock!

The crowd was all over the NBW World champion for his dirty tactic of cheap shotting Brock Newbludd. His Legacy opponent was caught off guard and knocked to the floor! He had just avoided Rik Bonebreaker Strongbern trying to attack him and laughed.

“Just! Like! That!”

Big Talk strutted and then took Big Rick to the corner. Now Victor Ingram Price was going to have his fun with laying waste to the leader of Clan Strongbern.

But, the California Comet didn’t immediately enter the ring after getting the tag in. Instead, Price walked along the ring apron until he was perfectly lined up with Big Rick who was staggering to his feet.

Then, when the time was right, VIP reared his weight back before jumping up to the top rope and leaping off it…

HOLLYWOOD BLOCKBUSTER!

Price hit the springboard blockbuster perfectly, sending Big Rick back down to the mat hard!

Getting back up to his feet, VIP spread his arms wide and couldn’t help himself from emulating Tockwell’s strut from earlier either. Needless to say, the crowd disapproved of both actions.

Giving Rick a hard boot to keep him down, VIP then sauntered over towards his opponent’s corner to talk some smack, making sure to keep a safe distance from the dangerous foursome.

At least he thought he was at a safe distance.

Wearing a shit eating grin, Price opened his mouth to spew out an insult when suddenly one of LIttle Ricky’s long arms shot out towards him like a striking cobra to engulf VIP’s face! The only man to not be tagged into the match as of yet was still making a difference for his team and he was doing it right now by squeezing Price’s face as hard as he could with one of the oldest moves in the wrestling book.

He had him in THE CLAW!

The crowd roared in approval as Price kicked his legs while trying to pry Little Ricky’s massive hand off his face. Instantly the referee ran over, ordering Ricky to let go of Price in five seconds or else be disqualified and from the look in Ricky’s eyes it looked like he was going to let go right around the 4.9 mark.

But, those plans took a dive for Little Ricky when suddenly he was yanked off the apron from behind by Brady, forcing him to let go of VIP!  At the same moment, Brock and the other members of Clan Strongbern were yanked off the apron as well!

Pandemonium had once again taken over the match!

Ri-Khan was pulled down by Strauss and instantly the two men started brawling, trading heavy blow for heavy blow, neither man giving an inch!

Little Ricky and Brady traded blows as well, but the freshness of Ricky showed and he quickly overwhelmed Brady with a series of punches that ended with him grabbing Brady by the throat…

CHOKESLAM ON THE FLOOR!

Bonebreaker found himself on the ground courtesy of El Principe who had to pull with everything he had to get the big man down. Once he did, he instantly sent the Bonebreaker stumbling with a chop block to the knees and jumped on his back to attempt to tame him with a sleeper!

But, the Bonebreaker was just too damn strong and he easily flipped Principe over him, causing the crown prince to land hard on the concrete!

And Brock was pulled off the apron by Tockwell, who was relishing in the moment of being able to land another cheap shot on his Legacy opponent. Spinning Brock around the instant Newbludd’s feet hit the ground to nail him in the lower abdomen (AKA ballsack) with a hard knee, which drew thunderous boos from the crowd.

Meanwhile, in the ring, Little Ricky’s face squeezing ways had bought his boss enough time to recover slightly and get up to a kneeling position. Shaking the cobwebs out of his head, Big Rick spotted VIP crouched over holding his face only a few steps away and in the blink of an eye Rick had him…

BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO!

VIP got a shoulder up!

Yelling out in anger, the fatigued Strongbern decided that maybe it was time to get a fresh man in, so he started the slow crawl to his corner. Shell shocked from the surprise German, Price felt the same way and did the same.

While the tag race was happening on the inside of the ring, things were still wild on the outside.

Ri-Khan and Strauss had managed to take their brawl nearly halfway up the ramp, still trading blows like Godzilla battling Mechagodzilla. Neither man was throwing anything resembling a trained punch, instead opting for bazooka like haymakers.

Down by the ring, the Bonebreaker smashed a foot into the downed Principe’s midsection before reaching down and picking him up with ease into a gorilla press!

Bent over after absorbing yet another Big Talk nutshot, Brock managed to catch a glimpse of Rik power cleaning Principe above his head, right before taking a forearm to the back from the smiling Jake.

Taking the blow, Brock dropped to a knee for a split second before gritting his teeth and rising up to wrap his hands around Tockwell’s head before dropping back down again…

JAWBREAKER!

The sudden blow caught Tockwell off guard and he stumbled away from Newbludd, who instantly snapped his head to the Bonebreaker who was just about to drop Principe back down to the ground.

“NO BONEBREAKER!” Brock screamed out, causing Rik to give him a look of utter confusion.

“GIVE THE CHAMP HIS LUCHADORE BACK!” Newbludd yelled as he pulled himself up by the ring apron.

A big grin grew across Rik’s face and he nodded his head at Brock...before taking two quick steps forward to get some momentum…

And throwing Principe at Tockwell!

Still mildly dazed from the jawbreaker, Tockwell took the full force of Principe hitting him and both men crashed to the ground in a heap!

At that same moment, the race was over on the inside of ring and VIP had won by a hair. Which would have been great for him if there would have been anyone there for him to tag!

Finishing a close second was the exhausted Big Rick, who looked up to see one hand reaching down towards him…

Brock ‘Brick’ Newbludd’s.

And this time Big Rick slapped the shit out of that hand!

The crowd exploded in cheers as Brock slingshotted over the top rope (and Big Rick) to make a beeline straight for VIP who had just managed to pull himself up in the corner.

Brock crashed into Price with a soaring clothesline that was followed up with a series of knife edge chops that echoed over the revved up crowd’s cheers.

There was no doubt that Newbludd was letting out a shit ton of frustration with every chop he landed. If he couldn’t have Tockwell in the ring until Legacy, then he would have to make due with one of his equally as vile stablemates.

As the camera zoomed in to show VIPs red chest, Brock delivered one more chop before yanking Price out of the corner and lifting him up…

BRAINBUSTA!

Suddenly a revived Tockwell jumped up on the apron behind Newbludd, but Brock wasn’t going to let Jake land any more cheap shots on this night and sent the champ flying off the apron with a SUPERKICK!

Now, it was Principe who jumped up on the apron in front of Newbludd, but he was quickly sent flying back down to the ground courtesy of Big Rick dashing across the ring and smashing him with a forearm!

With the Bonebreaker patrolling the outside, Little Ricky quickly ran up the ramp to help out Ri-Khan who was still battling Strauss up on the stage. The sudden appearance of the seven footer was too much for Strauss and he quickly found himself overwhelmed by the two Strongberns.

Quickly Big Rick stepped back out onto the apron to break the ref’s count, but only for an instant as he stepped right back in.
With VIP slowly getting up between them, the two old rivals locked eyes. They knew that if they were going to win this clusterfuck of a tag match that had so much on the line for them, they wouldn’t have a better chance than now.

“You ready Rick!?” Brock asked Strongbern, who nodded his head with a wicked smile. “Let’s crush this sonuvabitch and win this thing!”

“DO IT NEWBLUDD!” Big Rick screamed back, his eyes wide with anticipation.

That was all the signal Brock needed, and he immediately pounced on VIP to lock him in a full nelson, causing the crowd to burst out in cheers.

He was going to hit his patented dragon suplex! The MOTHER OF ALL SUPLEXES!

But instead of throwing VIP back to complete the move, he held onto the full nelson for the briefest of moments as Big Rick bounced off the nearest set of ropes and charged in towards the two…

Then he leapt in the air just as Brock lifted up VIP!

STRONG-ARM LARIAT!

Big Rick crushed the wide open VIP with his powerful clothesline, which accelerated Brock backwards…

MOTHER OF ALL SUPLEXES!

With the help of Big Rick, the already powerful dragon suplex hit VIP with so much force that his toes bounced off the mat as he bent backwards!

Somehow Newbludd maintained the bridge! Strongbern rolled out of the ring to anxiously watch the pin!

ONE!

TWO!!


THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

“Ladies and gentlemen! The winners of this contest by way of pinfall...the team of CLAN STRONGBERN and ‘THE INNOVATOR’ BROCK NEWBLUDD!!!

The crowd was going absolutely insane as Clan Strongbern slid back into the ring to join Newbludd. Rik and Little Ricky promptly grabbed VIP and tossed him out of the ring to land at the feet of an absolutely livid Big Talk and Principe!

Big Rick and Brock were able to put their difference aside, at least for one night, and because of that they were able to come out on top over their common enemy.

What that meant for Clan Strongbern is that they will finally get their shot at the coveted Dynasty Tag Team Titles against A-List at Legacy in what will be the biggest match of their careers to date.

For Brock, it meant that after all the months of being one step behind Jake Tockwell that he will finally be able to face the champion in a straight up one on one matchup. No In Crowd, no Raul, and no ‘Sweet Fire’ to try and stop him from finally taking down the champion.

And from the look that he held in his eyes as he climbed a turnbuckle to throw a fist out to the crowd, he was ready to do whatever it takes to come out on top and become the NBW World Heavyweight Champion.

Credits

Welcome to SLAM - Dusty
JAX CURRY vs RAVAGE - Seth
Recent Events - Markus
CHRIS SMITH vs EL FUERTE - Keegan
Pre-Match Fun - Markus
The Contract Signing - Josh/Dusty
A Few Good Men Being A Major Payne And Top Guns - Seth/Gorman
Showdown at Legacy - Shae/Johnny
ALEX REYN vs YUMA WAKABA - Shae
Feeling left out - Dusty
XIANG DYNASTY vs WARREN SPADE & EZ BLAZE - Markus/Seth
IN CROWD & THE LAW vs CLAN STRONGBERN & BROCK NEWBLUDD - Seth/Gorman/Markus