The Legacy is a Bitch...a classic, and stolen.

["The Hottest Shit Going"]

Lively steps off a private jet that has landed on the private runway of the airport. The JESUS holding a phone to his ear as he makes his way down the stairs. Just outside the jet is a brand new Hummer limo, with custom vinyl wrapping on it. The wrap designed with the Hired Gunz logo of two pistols and the name written in cursive. A crew carries out the man's bag putting inside the storage compartment of the limo. Then a large metal brief case is placed inside the limo on the seat. They leave the door open as Lively stands near by talking on the phone.

Lively: Yeah, it's all good I can handle everything. Listen I'm a world champion for a reason...cause I'm the fucking man. Alright, thanks for the hospitality.

Lively then hangs up the phone dropping it into his pocket. The man slides across the seat entering deep into the limo. His mother then steps off the plane walking down the stars toward the limo. She enters the super stretch SUV. Another jet taxi's toward the area the limo is parked. As it comes to rest the door opens as the stairs drop. A party filled Twister and Hardcore Kid come staggering out down the steps. As they approach the limo their noise level can be heard. Twister slides across scooting next to Terri Lively. THK jumps in and the door is shut behind him.

Lively: S'up Natural

Twister: Not much.

Lively: Kid, how was the flight.

Kid: Good, man this son of a bitch can put down some whiskey.

Twister: Thats nothing, you're such a light weight.

Kid: Whatever. Your just a freak of nature when it comes to alcohol consumption. Man this limo is fucking nice, why don't you put on a movie.

Twister: Yeah, throw in the Dark Knight.

Lively: Fuck that...I hate that movie.

Twister: Thats cause your scared of the Joker.

Twister turns toward the Kid chuckling as he speaks.

Twister: Ha..he's nervous the Joker is coming to town to take him out.

Lively: Listen...if that sucker bitch shows his clowny face around these parts, I'm going to drop that bitch. If I have to dress like Batman, kick his ass, and drop my batty balls on his smiling face I will.

Kid: Ha...Mike wants to put his nuts on the Jokers face.

Lively's mother, Twister, and THK all burst into laughter. Michael sits there looking rather pissed off.

Lively: Listen bitches, the point is I'm not scared of no clown. In fact I ain't scared of nobody. I took out Justin Job...

Ms. Lively begins mocking her son just out of his sight, mouthing the same things he is.

Lively: Doctor Phate, Vin E, and Trevor Blackwell....

Lively then notices his mother mocking him. He then turns starring at her as she scoots closer to the Natural.

Lively: Really...thats your only warning for the next fifteen hours.

Ms. Lively: Well you should be scarred of Jeff. After he found out about the other deal you just signed.

Lively: WHOA...kayfabe.

Kid: What deal?

Lively: Listen I signed to partake in another fed as well as being King here. Listen it's all about the mighty dollar. Their shows aren't the same time as APW shows, so there should be no conflict. Besides, I show up with the APW world title, letting the world know that this title is the only title that matters. I show people on their forum that APW is where it's at. I show that the APW has the most dominate wrestler in the world.

Twister: Level One.

Lively turns giving the Natural an evil eye.

Lively: Nice, Level One hunh. What does Level One have...does he have the APW world title...NO.

Kid: Not yet.

Lively whips his head around toward THK.

Kid: Not ever is what I meant...as long as the JESUS is champion.

Lively: Yeah, I thought so. Listen Kid, maybe you could give me some pointers. It seems that I'm facing Jason Royce. Although this isn't you old typical Iceman. Apparently somewhere while I was achieving greatness, this dick stain became the Legacy. What a legacy it has become. Loss after loss, constant disappointment, and the biggest running joke in wrestling since people like Brooklyn Brawler and Gilberg. I know every place needs it's token job master, but this has really gotten old. So Kid, what does it take to defeat the Legacy. I have whipping the shit out of the Iceman down pat.

Kid: Well, I'm quite sick of Jason Royce. Whether it be the Iceman, the Legacy, or Carl Cage's mid-night ass rider.

Lively taps Twister on the shoulder.

Lively: He just said Jason Royce loves to mash Cage's dinner....Nice.

Kid: Well, it's simple. He's going to come to the ring. He's probably going to be wearing leotards.

Lively: Leotards?

Kid: And a tu-tu. Stay with me here. He's going to dance over toward you on his tippy toes, maybe pirouette a few times, then try to knee you in the face. What you have to do just as he spins around for the third time, punch him dead in the nose.

Lively: Then what.

Kid: Maybe follow it up with a bitch slap to wake him from his homosexual coma. Quickly kick him in the mid-section, nail him with one of those fancy front flip pile drivers. Get the pin, and wait for the three count.

Lively: Thats a hell of a plan. Although, I was thinking about after the punch to the nose, and the bitch slap I would Irish whip him into the corner. Proceed to Ric Flair shop his bitch tits until they are about to bleed. Maybe give him a swift kick to the balls reminding him to quite acting like a cock loving fay-go.From there I'd step back, give him the nastiest super kick the industry has ever seen. He would then fall forward to the mat. I would then climb to the top rope, nail the sickest finishing move any wrestler has ever performed, The Prelude. Simply hook the leg, and then get the three count.

Twister: I can't believe you're actually going to show up for a match with Jason "I Suck Shit" Royce. If I were you I would protest by sitting the match out.

Lively: Sit it out. Your crazy...I don't sit matches out. I don't lay down for anyone. I don't no show. Besides if I did, along with signing for another fed, I would be setting myself up surely for a Montreal style screw job at Rasstlemania. I mean things are volatile around here, and people are just itching to hand down some punishment. The only punishment I'm thinking about is the type Royce will feel when I kick his fucking teeth down his throat making him wish to shit them out after the match. I have to give it to the poor pickle smootcher, he has heart. No matter how bad people smash this bitch, or humiliate him inside the ring. For some damn reason he keeps coming back with amnesia. He swears he's a bad ass, and forgets that he pretty much looked like a battered wife the week prior. This match will be no different, then any of the others when I mashed this fools face into the mat. Royce will be counting lights, while my music plays. The only difference is in this match, Royce will be immortalized with his own image airbrushed on my tights. I had special ones done up for the match.

Kid: What's on them, I can't wait to check it out.

Lively: The front has the word's "Royce is Lively's Bitch", with a picture of a female dog squatting to pee with Jason Royce's face in place of the dog's. It's going to be a classic, and draw quite the bidding on E-bay.

Twister: I still thinks it's gay that you were tights. Thats so eighties, and everyone knows the eighties were so gay.

Lively: Whatever...I'm rocking the World title, the most wins in APW, and soon I'm going to be the man that has humiliated Jason Royce inside the ring once more. The bitch doesn't realize he has no chance. Prayer won't help, lifting weights can't give him the edge, and getting daily facials of Carl Cage's special moisturizing creme isn't going to cut it. The cards are already written, and layed out. Tonight the JESUS of APW will piss on the Legacy, and shit on all over Jason Royce.

The limo then arrives at the arena. The Hired Gunz all prepare to exit the Hummer and make their way to the arena for check in for the show.