[Coming back from commercial the shot cuts backstage, where Jimmy West is standing by with a stacked and jacked Lennox Mullroix as the fans go crazy. Mullroix is dressed it impress as always, with neon blue wrestling trunks with 'LEGACY' written on the back in neon pink lettering. He has the Legacy World Championship (with white leather strap and his face engraved on the gold front plate) around his waist. Gold chains hang from around his neck and bounce off his chest and his eyes are covered with neon purple plastic sunglasses. His black mohawk is trimmed to a low streak across the center of his head and purple tape is wrapped around both wrists. A small gold hoop also hangs from each ear.]
[JIMMY WEST]: Lennox Mullroix, tonight you defend the CSWA Television Championship in what could is undoubtably your toughest test since you defeated Loki in Tables Ladders and Chairs. Tonight, you stand against the Darkness and tonight...you defend against Jeremiah Blackwell. Your thoughts?
[Lennox grins and shakes his head before answering.]
[THE LEGACY]: First off, I'm the Legacy World Champion, Jimmy...get it right or take a walk. Penny for my thoughts, Jimmy West? You'd be in debt for all eternity because these thoughts are worth billions, baby. Billions of little thought bubbles bursting through my brain about ways of hurting that Hillbilly Hick Who Can't Get a Chick Because of His Three-Inch Dick, Jerry Blackwell. What's left to say that ain't already been said...let's see...he's an asshole...no, that's well-documented. He smells like cabbage...no, his bitch told me that after coming down from a Legacy high. I'm gonna beat and defeat him tonight like the no-talent redneck he is...no, the entire WORLD knows that. Let's see...oh the hell with it...Blackwell, let me tell you what YOU don't know. You don't know ME. Well allow me to introduce myself in the ring tonight, though instead of shaking your hand, I'll be kickin' your ass from bell to bell and the only Darkness waiting for you will be the result of a Make You My Bitch, bitch!
[Lennox walks off towards the entranceway as Jimmy watches him leave and the shot cuts back to the arena.]
[All of the lights go out in the arena as the very familar opening hits the airwaves...]
[The entire arena is bathed in red as strobes swirl over the cheering throng of fans.]
[DIAMOND LOU]: From the Inner-Triangle of Bermuda...weighing in at 275 lbs...the CSWA World Television Champion, AKA the Legacy World Champion...THE LEGACY...LENNOX....MULLROIX!!!!
[Green smoke billows up from the stage and fills up the entrance way as a purple spotlight shines down from the rafters above. Lennox bursts onto the stage with the title held high over his head and he now has a cowboy hat on his head as he flexes for the crowd before pointing down the ramp at the ring, eliciting a rousing ovation from the capacity crowd.]
[PAGE]: It's the Authority. It's the Darkness. It's the Legacy and the Blackjack. It's the CSWA Telvision Championship...and it is NOW!
[MCCOY]: Ladies and gentlemen, meet Eddie Page: Master of the Obvious...
[Lennox makes it down the aisle and rolls into the ring, jumping up onto the buckles and throwing the cowboy hat into the crowd before coming off in a perfect backflip before flexing his ripped physique for the crowd.]
[The music now dies down and Lennox stretches around the ring, waiting for Blackwell. In fact the whole arena quiets down and waits. Nothing.]
[PAGE]: Blackwell is perhaps a bit nervous?
[MCCOY]: You're kidding right? Blackwell doesn't get nervous, especially over a guy like Lennox.
[Suddenly a camera backstage cuts on, and Jeremiah Blackwell is seen, lying unconcious in a puddle of his own blood, a dented chair lays beside him. Eddie Page, thinks fast.]
[PAGE]: We have to go to commercial folks we'll be right back.
[As we come back from commercial, a figure is seen slowly making his way down the ramp towards the ring. The crowd sits in stunned silence, as the viewing audience recognizes Jeremiah Blackwell, his forehead sliced open, still spilling blood, though the wound has started to heal over.]
[PAGE]: I have to give Blackwell credit for still coming out here, after what appears to be a vicious attack.
[MCCOY]: By those backstabbing, sheep herders the Authority no doubt!!
[PAGE]: No one knows anything yet Russell, so just behave, don't go pointing fingers.
[By this point, Blackwell has made it to the bottom of the ramp, Lennox has grown tired of waiting. Suddenly the Legacy runs, and sends himself flying over the top rope with a body splash on the prone Blackwell.]
[MCCOY]: What a cheater!!
[Mullroix hauls Blackwell to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He promptly follows by rolling under the bottom rope, and hauling Jeremiah up once more. Suddenly Lennox looks down and realises he has blood on him. His face becomes a snarl of anger and he kicks Blackwell in the gut, doubling the Texan over. The Legacy sets Blackwell up in a standing head scissors, before promptly snapping him up into the powerbomb position, and tossing him back to the mat, with the greatest of ease.]
[PAGE]: Lennox certainly taking advantage of Blackwell's weakened state to put some heavy punishment on the big Texan.
[MCCOY]: Just wait!
[Lennox leaves Blackwell laying in the middle of the ring, and heads to a ringpost. He climbs up, but doesn't stay for long as he launches himself off the top rope with a Senton Bomb.]
[PAGE]: My god, did you see how far he flew on that?
[The crowd explodes into a chant of "holy shit" which is somehow censored for the home viewing audiences but it does get to the ears of the Legacy Lennox Mullroix, who stands up, slightly clutching his stomach with his right hand. A grin is plastered on his face, as he lays down on Blackwell for the pin.]
[ONE...
[TWO...
[THREE...
[PAGE]: NOO!!! BLACKWELL KICKED OUT!! There's still some fight in the bull!!
[MCCOY]: Of course. Blackwell isn't going to punk out to an Authority member. No way!
[Lennox gets up stunned, and doesn't give Blackwell a chance to breath as he stomps and kicks him over towards the corner. Blackwell pulls himself up using the ropes, but is met with more punches and kicks from the enraged Legacy. Lennox Irish Whips Blackwell across the ring. Jeremiah's back hits the turnbuckles and the entire ring shakes. As Blackwell staggers out of the corner, Mullroix charges at him, and sends a missile dropkick to Blackwell's face. Blackwell falls down his arms catching on the bottom rope so he remains in a seated position leaning against the turnbuckle.]
[PAGE]: That kick out only seemed to feul the Legacy on more. The question now is, how much punishment can Jeremiah Blackwell take?
[MCCOY]: Answer...more than the Legacy can dish out.
[PAGE]: I don't know. The Legacy has quite an extensive repetoire. He's got moves that keep opponents guessing for days.
[Mullroix kips up from the ground, leaps over Blackwell to the top turnbuckle. He stands atop it, looking across the ring, when suddenly he jumps off with what looks like a shooting star press. He doesn't jump far, in fact it's just far enough so that as he comes down, he kicks Blackwell in the top of the head.]
[PAGE]: See!
[Lennox goes for another pin.]
[ONE...
[TWO...
[THR...
[PAGE]: No...Blackwell's foot is on the ropes. Rookie mistake by Lennox there, forgetting where he was in the ring. Had he pulled Blackwell away from those ropes, I don't know if Blackwell would have had enough strength to kick out after that...um...shooting star kick, I guess you could call it.
[Lennox is furious now, and it shows as he hauls Blackwell up to his feet, and then chops him back down with a vicious clothesline. Like a caged animal released, Lennox mounts Blackwell firing punch after punch into the face of the Texan, reopening the wound on Blackwell's forehead.]
[PAGE]: Lennox is like a man possessed, I think Blackwell angered him by getting that foot on the ropes.
[Once his hand has been covered in Blackwell's blood, Lennox climbs off the Texan, pulls him towards the centre of the ring, and drops for the pin.]
[PAGE]: This could be it.
[ONE...
[TWO...
[THRE...
[MCCOY]: Spoke to soon, Eddie?
[PAGE]: Perhaps.
[Lennox's face is now flush red. He hauls Blackwell to his feet, and chops him backwards into the corner. The Legacy whips Blackwell like a rag doll across the ring. Blackwell hits the corner turnbuckle, and falls backwards. Lennox runs, leaps over the falling Blackwell up to the top rope. He poses for the crowds for a few seconds before jumping off, catching his legs on the top ropes to either side of the turnbuckle.]
[PAGE]: MAX OUT! MAX OUT!
[MCCOY]: NOOOO!!
[PAGE]: NO! NO! BLACKWELL GOT OUT OF THE WAY. BLACKWELL MOVED!!
[As Blackwell rolls out of the way, Lennox lands hard on his face. Both men, lay on the mat unstirring. Referee Barry Alexander begins the 10 count.]
[ONE!]
[The crowd begins to stir nervously.]
[TWO!]
[PAGE]: No one wants the match to end this way.
[THREE!]
[The crowd begins to boo.]
[FOUR!]
[Blackwell's eyes flutter open.]
[FIVE!]
[Lennox Mullroix rolls over onto his stomach.]
[SIX!]
[The fans are becoming anxious, as Blackwell wipes some blood away from his eyes.]
[SEVEN!]
[Lennox pushes up, as Blackwell grabs the bottom rope for support.]
[EIGHT!]
[Lennox gets to his feet, as Blackwell pulls himself to a seated position against the ropes. Barry Alexander stops his count.]
[PAGE]: Lennox is the first up to his feet, and it looks like he's set on continuing the destruction of Jeremiah Blackwell.
[As Lennox makes his way over to Blackwell, Jeremiah fires a punch into the Legacy's stomach. Mullroix staggers back a couple steps, allowing Blackwell to rise to his feet. Mullroix charges forward, but Blackwell is ready, and catches the Legacy with an inverted atomic drop. As Lennox bounces up, Blackwell clotheslines him off his feet and down to the ground.]
[PAGE]: And Blackwell with his first offensive move of the match.
[MCCOY]: And what a move it was!
[PAGE]: I'll give you that much.
[Lennox gets back up to his feet, but is quickly met with a kick to the midsection. Lennox doubles over, and Blackwell quickly snaps him up into a suplex position. But then suddenly he lets Lennox go, and takes a step back. Mullroix falls to the canvas, landing akwardly on his neck. His whole body goes limp, and he completely collapses to the canvas. The crowd gasps in horror. Blackwell doesn't miss a beat, falling on to Mullroix for the pin.]
[ONE!]
[TWO!]
[THREE....
[PAGE]: THE LEGACY KICKED OUT! THE LEGACY KICKED OUT! I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW. HE SHOULD BE DEAD!
[But he's not, in fact he's already getting to his feet, albeit with the help of Jeremiah Blackwell. Lennox is clutching his neck, but Blackwell doesn't give him a chance to recuporate. One Irish Whip later, and Legacy is staring in the face of a charging Blackwell.]
[PAGE]: ROUND UP! ROUND UP!
[MCCOY]: IT'S ALL OVER NOW BABY!
[Blackwell goes for the pin.]
[ONE!!]
[TWO!!]
[THREE.]
[PAGE]: NO! NO! NO! LENNOX KICKED OUT AGAIN! HOW DOES HE DO IT?
[MCCOY]: HOW? HOW?
[Blackwell begins to show some of the same frustration that Lennox was showing earlier. He drags Lennox to his feet, and Irish Whips him into the corner. After pounding away with lefts and rights he hoists Lennox to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Blackwell climbs up and locks the Legacy into a DDT position.]
[PAGE]: This is a recipe for disaster!
[Suddenly Lennox twists and before anyone realises what has happened, Jeremiah Blackwell is in a fireman's carry over the Legacy's shoulders. Mullroix jumps off with a top rope Brainbuster.]
[PAGE]: MAKE YOU MY BITCH! MAKE YOU MY BITCH!
[MCCOY]: NO! NO!
[The Legacy drops for the pin.]
[ONE!!]
[TWO!!]
[THREE!!]
[PAGE]: THE LEGACY HAS DONE IT. WHAT A VICTORY!! LENNOX MULLROIX WINS!
[MCCOY]: He cheated. That chairshot at the beginning. That's cheating.
[PAGE]: We don't even know if that was Lennox Mullroix.
[MCCOY]: If it wasn't him, it was one of his Authority cronies.
[PAGE]: What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty?
[MCCOY]: ...
[Russell is cut off by "Diamond" Lou Walsh.]
[WALSH]: YOUR WINNER, AT A TIME OF 9:41. THE LEGACY....LENNOX MULLROIX!!!!!!!!!
[The last shot shows a bleeding Blackwell with the Legacy standing over him, holding his neck. This fades to a commercial for Dumb and Dumberer: When Harry met Lloyd, in theatres NOW!]