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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 11:18 pm
The opening pyro was shot off for the show to begin, the compacity crowd on their feet for Legacy starting, cheering away.
Jim Ross: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WWF Legacies! And with me is Jerry "The King" Lawler! We are on the night after Summerslam, and do we have a huge follow-up show for you!
Jerry Lawler: I can't wait for tonight JR! One of the greatest nights is about to happen, and I'm excited to be right here at ring side for it!
Jim Ross: The King of course, talking about our main event tonight! The WWF Legacy Championship is on the line! The Champion, Cartwright, will put his Legacy Championship on the line against his arch rival, Trent!
Jerry Lawler: Trent is finally going to get his rightful one on one match for the Legacy Championship, and he's finally going to have it around his waist!
Jim Ross: I wouldn't be so sure on that bet King, it's possible, but Trent's going to have to go through hell if he wants to take the title from Cartwright!
Jerry Lawler: Trent's going do it JR! Take my word on it!
Jim Ross: Well you've given your word up enough times. We have a great show with the Legacy Championship- oh no...
Suddenly the lights went to a light green, the start of "Strange Clouds" is heard, and the mood immediately changes. The crowd goes a full 180, dropping to a chorus of booing. Why does Legacy have to start like this!?
Bad Boy stepped out of the curtain, to the center stage. Wearing his normal ring gear, the black pants with the green stripe on the side, and a black vest with a green dollar sign on the back with the word "Fiscal" written across. Good Question was not far behind, wearing his normal ring gear as well, nothing special though. Also of note was the wooden cane in the hand of Bad Boy, put to the ground. He looked around to the audience, he had quite the smirk on his face. He had a victory at Summerslam, and he seemed to be thrilled. Bad and GQ sauntered down to the ring, per usual is their slow walk, the fans impatiently booing.
Bad Boy and Good Question would walk around the ring opposite the camera side. Good Question first pulled himself to the apron by the ropes and stepped over into the ring. This would be followed by Bad Boy walking up the steps and to the apron near GQ, Question held the ropes open for Bad Boy, who stepped through with ease. Bad walked to the center of the ring, pointing the cane to different sides of the crowd, with a smug smile on his face, the crowd continuing to boo. The theme finally died down, as Bad Boy had a microphone in hand.
However there was quite a lot of waiting, per usual the crowd booing the man that was standing in the middle of the ring. Bad patiently stood there, with a smirk on his face, the cane down as he used it for support. He didn't really need it, but he held it because why not? Finally, the crowd toned down just enough to hear. Bad Boy spoke, in a sarcastic tone.
Bad Boy: Do you really want me to leave?
Jim Ross: Good lord, please do!
Jerry Lawler: Now why would you say that!? Don't leave Bad Boy!
The crowd started to cheer, a lot of them yelling out "YES!" every now and then. It seemed as though the sarcasm went over a lot of their heads. However Bad Boy noted the approval of the request, and nodded. He turned to Good Question and pointed to the ropes with his cane. GQ walked over and opened the ropes, Bad Boy slowly walking over. Bad stepped through, the crowd cheering, but stopped as he was half in and out of the ring. He stepped back with a cackle, and went back to the middle.
Bad Boy: Like I give a damn about what you all want!
The crowd started booing again. Bad Boy laughing away at the way he made the fans look stupid.
Jerry Lawler: HAHAA! He got you JR!
Bad Boy: It doesn't matter what any of you want. It's all about what the important people want! And what you ALL should know is how important I am! When you have the bank account like I have, you get EVERYTHING you want. And hell, I've earned it! I'm one of the most successful superstars here, I've accomplished what very few could in the WWF! I have everything I want, and THEN some! But the thing is, I'm the type of man that wants more! More money, more success, more women, more power, and especially more championships around my waist! So if you fans will shut up, I have more business to attend to!
The crowd started to loudly boo again, Bad Boy waiting for them to quiet down, before speaking.
Bad Boy: You see, last night at Summerslam, not only did I easily, flawlessly, single-handedly win my match. There appears to be a Champion that won their match last night!
Bad Boy turned to the stage, Good Question stepping back so that Bad can get a clear look.
Bad Boy: Cartwright! I saw you win your match last night against Kamonio! This, is absolutely perfect, and I know that you know why this was so important. Last night, you won the chance to choose your next challenger for the Legacy Championship. You see, Cart, I'm fine with you getting a chance to beat Trent tonight, because he's a pest that you need to squash and wipe off the face of Legacy. In the mean time before the main event happens, what you CAN do is the correct thing, for both yourself and the WWF. Simply come out here with your Legacy Championship, and make your announcement of the next challenger for the Legacy Championship being Bad Boy!
The crowd starts booing loudly, Bad stopping for a moment, looking rather irritated as he turned to the audience.
Bad Boy: If you all would shut up and let my business be handled, Cartwright, and maybe you idiots can understand why I should be made Number 1 Contender!
The crowd continued to boo, but Bad Boy powered past it returning to the stage.
Bad Boy: Cartwright, the Legacy Championship, the WWF, these fans, and even you need to have a rightful Champion! What had happened earlier in the year at Wrestlemania was nothing short of a miracle. Hell even I would say that it's a fantastic story, the returning hero becomes Champion. Your reign though, has gone on long enough. You see, these people stopped caring about you being Legacy Champion, they want something NEW!
The crowd boo'd the statement made about Cartwright. They even go to the point of proving Bad Boy wrong by chanting "CARTWRIGHT! CARTWRIGHT! CARTWRIGHT! CARTWRIGHT!" towards the former champ.
Bad Boy: Shut up, as if you morons knew what was good for you.
Bad waited again for the chanting to quiet down.
Bad Boy: Cartwright, the WWF needs a new hero, it needs the best superstar to once again achieve greatness! They need the title to become mine once again! They need a change of the guard, and there's no better time like the present! Right now, I request that you come out here and name me your next challenger!
Bad Boy stood and waited, seems though as if he was quickly becoming impatient.
Jim Ross: Look at him, as if the title was his child!
Jerry Lawler: The title is the most important thing in the world JR! Bad Boy knows it!
((Planned!))
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 8:19 pm
The lights dim down as System hits the PA. The crowd's boos turn to cheers. It's not Cartwright coming out, obviously, but the man Bad Boy faced at Summerslam. Drako steps out onto the stage and stands, that black metal bat in his hand that he'd taken to carrying around lately. The color of his attire at Summerslam had been a dark navy blue, now, it's a cirmson red. Several moments pass as he stands on the stage before he begins to walk down the ramp.
JR: Drako has emerged, and he looks like he's heading right for the ring. He has a difference of opinion in how easily Bad Boy won last night.
King: Who cares what he thinks? Bad Boy won and now he should be the rightful number one contender. Why is this loser out here?
Drako walks up the stairs and steps into the ring, looking first at Good Question, then at Bad Boy. He reaches into the coat of the trenchcoat matching the rest of his attire and pulls out a mic. The music cuts out and the lights return to normal.
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear the load of absolute bull crap that you just spewed out of your mouth.See, I heard you say you flawlessly, single handedly won your match against me last night. That doesn't ring quite right with me."
Drako points the bat at Bad Boy's arm.
"The way I remember it, I damn near made you tap out in a crossface. How's the arm, Bad Boy? Got all the feeling back yet?"
the point changes from the arm to Bad Boy's jaw.
"Then there's the end, where I kicked you right in your jaw. I kicked your teeth down your throat, and I had you beat. Pinned for something like a ten count. And what happened?"
Drako changes to Good Question.
"The big bad retard has to stick his nose where it didn't belong, again. In short, you pulled the referee in the way to get him knocked down long enough for the two of you to cheat your way to victory."
the crowd's boos interrupt.
JR: Indeed, Drako has a point. He did have Bad Boy down for the count, but the referee wasn't awake to make the count. Good Question slid in that cane and Bad Boy picked up a win he didn't earn.
King: Semantics, JR. Bad Boy beat him in the end. That's all that matters.
Drako lowers the bat.
"See, I get it. You were at the top, you're trying to get back. And what good does it do you if you lose to me? I mean sure, I've held championships in every federation I've been in. But I've never been the WWFG Legacy champion. I never held a world title here. It tarnishes your image to lose to me, right?"
The Soaring Dragon balances the bat on his shoulder.
"But you know, that reasoning just bothers me. Fact is, I had you beat. I know it, you know it. All the fans know it, and so does your strong silent man servant. And if you'd done your homework, you'd know when I set my mind to something, I tend to get a little, shall we say, ruthless? Single minded? And here's what I want. It's real simple. Right here, right now, I want a rematch. You and me one on one."
Drako holds up a hand, expecting Bad Boy to interrupt.
"Now, I know what you're going to say. I don't deserve one, I'm beneath you, blah, blah, blah. You know, the last person that thought I was beneath them was a former champion as well. Guy by the name of Nuke Fusion. Know how that turned out? Every time he turned a corner, every time his guard slipped, I kicked his teeth down his throat until I got what I wanted. Why am I bringing this up? Well, that's easy. You give me what I want or you become the next Nuke. You have a very kickable jaw, Bad boy. A glass jaw, I'd go so far as to say. So the way I see it, your options are, give me my rematch, or I proceed to start kicking your face off every chance I get until you do."
JR: Well, clearly the youngest Damone sibling means a bit of business here tonight.
King: How dare he threaten Bad Boy like that? In case he hadn't noticed, he's outnumbered.
the idea seems to have occurred to Drako.
"Oh, yeah, Good Question, I got one for you. What's long, black, and embarrassing to get hit in the face with?"
a bit of laughter breaks out, and Drako himself smirks.
"Wow, I thought I was in a PG crowd. Not quite where I was going with that, and judging by the lack of separation between these two, he might not actually be as embarrassed as you dirty minded people think he would."
JR: Oh my God.
King: Did he really say that?
"Anyway, Bad Boy, what's it going to be? We going to have this rematch, or are things about to get ugly, or uglier than your servant's face anyway?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 2:34 pm
The initial response of Drako's theme hitting and him appearing was of annoyance for Bad Boy. Seriously why would he be out here again?
Then the mood changed as Drako spoke, although it seemed like Good Question was the one that was pissed. Bad Boy would listen to every word, eventually hitting to the joke Drako told about Good Question. To which the big monster started to charge towards Drako, but Bad Boy held his arm out to stop him from doing anything to the smaller man.
Bad Boy would lighten up, as he started speaking in the mic.
Bad Boy: I wouldn't be getting this twisted if I were you Drako. Last night at SummerSlam, I simply outclassed you in our match. I know it, and yes even you know it. You're just in denial of the whole situation, you don't want to accept that you lost cleanly.
The crowd would boo, but Bad Boy moved on, not wasting time.
Bad Boy: And that's great, you've held titles in your career. You've stepped up against Nuke. But that's where everything stops for you. Sure Nuke is a valuable superstar in the WWF, but he's not even close to the superstar that Bad Boy will ever be, he's not in MY league. And as far as your World Championships are concerned, those World Championships are not the Legacy Championship. Those companies are nothing compared to the WWF. So as far as your 'Former Champion' arguments are concerned, you haven't done anything to me. And as far as I'm concerned, you won't be doing ANYTHING in your career!
The crowd booing again, this time picking up to enough of a level to stop Bad Boy for a moment. It would subside and Bad would continue.
Bad Boy: As far as your rematch is concerned, I would love to whip your a** for interrupting me with your nonsense and accusations. I would love to step in the ring with you and destroy you piece by piece!
The crowd suddenly became alert of what was happening, and started to cheer, would they get a rematch from last night?
Bad Boy: However I have a Championship to regain, and I need to stay fresh for when I get my rightful shot at the title. So your match with me is NOT happening.
The crowd then went 180 again and started to boo.
Bad Boy: Instead, I'd be more than happy to watch you get destroyed by someone else. Who else would I have in mind to break you in half?
Bad Boy stepped back, allowing Good Question to step up to Drako.
Bad Boy: That's a Good Question! And you can have your match with him....right now!
Bad Boy then stepped through the ropes and jumped to the outside floor. Ready to watch his hired gun take care of the pest.
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