A Proper Introduction

[Legion]

Last night's Overdrive had an interesting little match from resident traveling circus clown Legion, who put up a decent--if short-lived--effort against Overdrive Champion Mark Mania. The match was alright, but something about Legion seemed a bit…off. It seems to me Legion is a shell of his former self, and needs to just go away. He doesn't fit in with the rest of the APW roster, especially on Overdrive. He's in way over his head.

~ Clark The Smark

The scene opens inside a dimly lit home office, where we find our resident "smark" sitting at his desk. He puts the finishing touches on what will be a scathing review of a recent indy wrestling show when suddenly, a noise beckons him from outside the window. Clark walks over to the window, looking outside when a hooded figure jumps out at him, hitting him over the head with a lead pipe. Hours later, we find Clark sitting in an empty warehouse, bound to a chair. His eyes open slowly, and he is more than a little groggy. From a corner, a shadowy figure speaks with authority.

"So, you really think you know everything?"

Clark just looks on with confusion, fear increasing as the figure steps out from the dark, revealing himself to be Legion.

"You think you know what I've been going through the last few weeks? I'll bet you have NO IDEA what I went through last week, when I faced Michael Lively."

"Uh…"

A woman's voice from the distance, as Mysti steps in to intervene. She whispers something in Legion's ear, causing him to chuckle with a smirk.

"Right, Mark Mania. Make a note of that. I warned everyone on Twitter I haven't been feeling well. Anyways…Clark, I realize you're a big-time journalist and all…no, wait, you're just a blogger for some piece of garbage dirt sheet. You think I'M in over my head?"

Legion sighs, shaking his head as he sits in the chair across from Clark. He pulls himself close to Clark, a comfortable but tight distance away.

"Here, let me enlighten you a bit with who I am, and where I come from. You'll like this, I promise."

Legion smiles, as Clark just looks on with his eyes opening and closing slowly.

"I've been in this business since 2007, Clark. I've seen a lot of people come and go. I've seen a lot of people claim to be the best, only for some strange happenstance to take them out of the picture. And through it all, I've stood tall. And I will continue to stand tall. There's a reason I've won championships in nearly every promotion I've stepped foot in, and APW will be no different. From my first title reign as WCWF International Television Champion, to the highlight of my career as TFWF Intercontinental Champion, I've always risen above whatever doubts people have about me. So yes, I didn't give a very strong first impression last week when I lost to Mark Mania…but I gave that man a much better match than I should have, considering I was puking my stomach out prior to the match. If people want to know why I didn't hang around after my match, it was so I could get back to my hotel to rest up.

And rest up I did, Clark. For as long as anyone has ever known me, they've known that I can't be held down forever. Whenever I've hit a rut in my career, I've always found a way out…and that will be true this week, when I face the Extreme Champion A.C. Smith. Don't you see what's happening, Clark? Last week I faced the Overdrive Champion, and this week the Extreme Champion…"

Legion's smile turns into a wicked grin as Clark finally wakes up a bit more. He starts to look around, realizing that something is horribly wrong.

"The higher ups for Overdrive have something planned for me, something I plan to take full advantage of. Don't let speculation ruin you, Clark; it may not seem like it now, but after I beat A.C. Smith this week the world will know exactly what my path is in APW. And no one will be safe. Mark Mania, for all the history we have together, has no idea what is coming to him once we have our rematch…and we WILL have our rematch, Clark. Don't worry your pretty little head about that."

Legion checks his watch, his smile fading slightly.

"Right, that's enough time for chatting. I need to get ready for my match. We'll continue this discussion when I get back, okay? By the time we're through, you'll have a nice little article for your precious little website. Wrestling Watchmaker, or some nonsense like that right?"

Mysti whispers in his ear again.

"Oh right, Wrestling Watchmen! Who watches the Watchmen, Clark? Can you tell me that? Why are you so silent?"

"I…I…"

"Ah, right, the chloroform is finally starting to wear off."

Legion looks to Mysti, with the most innocent of looks.

"Let's solve that problem, okay dear? He needs another nap while I go take care of A.C. Smith."

Mysti nods in agreement.

"Yes, love."

Legion turns back to Clark.

"Right, I'll leave you two alone now. Talk to you later, Clark."

Clark, who is finally aware of his surroundings, begins shouting with anger as Mysti pulls out a rag from her satchel. She forces the young man to go limp again as Legion walks out of the room, an evil smile on his face as the scene fades to black.