Legion / Vegas: Handicap Match

[thelegion]

Le Boudin begins to play and the Legion flags begin to wave all around the arena. Commandant Mercier walks forward proudly and is followed by Oleg & Joaquin.



The losses for these three men are starting to pile up, but tonight they have the numbers in their favour.

They'll likely need it, going up against the REAL KotDM Champ tonight.

Spare me. Vince Vegas dodged a genuine confrontation with the Legion a few weeks back, and almost got beat by their manager. It's gonna be a tall order to get past both of them at once tonight.

Vince has improved alot since then, and the Legion hasn't moved an inch. All of this talk about glory and honour and doing it for the fans, their a timex watch in a digital age.

Maybe Vince will get a blast from the past then. Huh?

I’m not sure Colin…I'll put my money on Vegas punching their clocks tonight, handicap match or not.

The Legionnaires head to the ring.

TBCB-Vince

["Vicious" Vince Vegas]

Speaking of Vegas,Charlie Coors is standing backstage with him right now.

As the Legionnaires march into the ring, guided by the orders of of their battle-worn general, Commandant Mercier, the scene cuts to Charlie Coors standing back stage; hair freshly permed, bloodshot eyes hidden behind his aviator style sunglasses and wearing his favorite Pink Floyd t-shirt.

Thanks Colin. I'm backstage with "Vicious" Vince Vegas as he readies for his handicap match against Oleg and Joaquin ordered by Dow Jones as a result of his attack on Jerry Nate last week.

The camera pans over to reveal "The Vicious One" standing beside Charlie Coors wearing a tight Baltimore Ravens t-shirt with his short black wrestling tights and fake KOTDM title around his waste. The congregation of Glory and Honor fans watching on the jumbo tron at GHW arena, in the heart of Boston, immediately erupt in chaotic anger. Only moments earlier, the New England Patriots had been eliminated from the NFL playoffs by the Ravens. Relishing in the reaction from the fans, Vegas turns around to expose "Lewis" and the number 52 on his back. With his back to the camera, Vince lifts both arms and gives an RVD style thumb point to the name on the back of his t-shirt. The chorus of jeers echos backstage.


Vince, after a tough loss to Jack Tracks last week, followed by your attack on Jerry Nate, You've been given the tough task of facing both members of the Legion tonight. Was it worth free shot at Nate?

Vince gazes at Coors with a cold stare before snatching the mic out of his hands.


First off, Coors, the next time you interview the star of the company and the true King of the Death Match, you address me Mr. Vegas and if you show up smelling like the back of Willie Nelson's tour bus again, You may end up looking like Jerry Nate did last week.

Was it worth it? You had better believe it was. Jerry Nate can flicker which ever lights he chooses. He can bring that hack Jaggeroth out of retirement . Hell, he can even call me "Vincent" if he likes. The fact of the matter remains, We have met face to face twice. On the first occasion, He was left laying in a pool of piss on a bar room floor after I hit him with The Nevada Drop. The second time was last week, when again, he laid unconscious at the feet of The Vicious One. He has better hope his concussion has cleared because Big Jim isn't going to take it easy on him tonight.

Taking on the Legion tonight as a "punishment" for my actions last week is like punishing a wolf by feeding him two sheep. These guys have lost to just about everyone GHW has to offer...Twice. But if that's what Dow Jones has in mind, "Vicious" Vince Vegas is more than happy to oblige .

As Vince finishes his rant, his music has already begun to play. He tosses the microphone back to Charlie Coors and makes his way to the ring, as if he were on top of the world.

[thelegion]

Introducing first, hailing from Las Vegas Nevada, standing 6 feet 3 inches tall, weighing in at 235 pounds, He is the STAR OF THE SHOOOOW...

LL Cool J's "Mama said Knock You Out" begins to play over the sound system.



As the line, "Boom! Explosions!" plays, Vince appears from behind the curtain hopping on one foot raising one arm in the air, raising the fake KOTDM championship high above his head.

He is met by his usual chorus of boos and alcohol induced insults, as well and a scattered "VIIIIIIIIINCENT" cheer.

Some bold words from Vince in the interview area, but he’ll need more than tough talk to get past the Legion tonight.

Oh I have no doubt Oleg & Joaquin will give it their all, but we saw what Vince did to Jerry Nate at Blood Runs Cold. Even you will agree that Nate is tougher than all three Legion members together.

Speaking of the Satisfying One, Vince had a few choice words for him as well.

Well that’s the only slip Vince could make; he’s got to focus on the match tonight, not Tower of London in a few weeks’ time.

As Vince makes his way down to the ring, he drapes his so-called title over his shoulder. As "Vicious" Vince prepares for his match, he is about to hand his title off to the ref, but stops. He kisses the fake King of the Death Match Title and hands it off to the ref as the bell rings.

Oleg wastes little time and Vince has barely surrendered the title before the Russian stampedes over him with a crooked arm lariat. Vegas falls back into the corner and receives a series of chops similar to those of Mercier from several weeks back. An Irish whip sends Vince across the ring and Oleg follows a few steps behind, in order to hit a corner clothesline that drives the wind from his opponent. He then mounts the turnbuckle and drops ten punches on the side of Vince’s head, while the crowd counts along. The referee urges him to come down and admonishes him. Vince tries to walk out of the corner, but Joaquin holds his tights to make him stay.

What is that? What happened to honour?

You can’t have it both ways Al. Either the Legion is old fashioned or it’s right; so which is it?

Oleg presses his advantage and throws some elbows into the side of Vegas’ head. He makes the tag and, standing side-to-side and slightly behind Vince, he reaches around his opponent's torso with one arm across Vince's chest and the other under his legs. The Russian then lifts Vegas up, bringing his legs off the ground, and dropping him back-first against the knee. Holding Vince over his knee, Oleg awaits Joaquin, who jumps from the ropes and hits Vegas with a diving elbow drop to the chest, flipping Vince over down to the mat. The Colombian hooks a leg, trying to score an early victory, but Vince isn’t worn down enough and kicks out. With Vince still on the mat, Joaquin grips Vegas’ calf and wrenches his leg to place pressure on the hamstring. After a few kicks to the inner thigh, he tags his partner.

Quick tags here by the Legionnaires, which could be the key to success.

Definitely Colin, I think Vince might have taken this match too lightly, since he’s been slow to start.

He’s got his mind elsewhere, and that’s dangerous.

He’s a ring general though, the Legion should finish him quick, or else he’s likely going to rally around.

Oleg falls down toward Vince aiming to drive his head into his opponent's body, but Vegas rolls clear and the Legionnaire crashes into the mat. He springs to his feet, but is still dazed. Vince too is not quite recovered and both take ginger steps, guided by the ropes. Oleg lunges toward Vince’s midsection and applies a bearhug. Squeezing Vince, Oleg presses his faces into his opponent’s chest, in order to prevent an eye gouge. Vince tries for a hair pull, but the Russian’s crew cut means he comes up short. He wedges his hand between his own chest and Oleg’s face, prying it backward. He raises a hand, with two fingers extended for a poke, but the referee holds his arm to prevent the rule violation.

Whoa, that’s meddling from the official!

A little hands-on approach you might say.

Hands-on nothing, he’s got no right to involve himself physically in the match! He can use his count, but he can’t be trying to interject himself.

Vince too is upset by the official’s interference, but opts instead to bite Oleg in order to free himself. The Legionnaire staggers backward, and in desperation Vince reaches behind Oleg's back to hook his head, while the other hand extends his opponent's nearest arm. While hooking Oleg's leg, Vince falls backward, pulling the Legionnaire to the mat back-first. Both men lay on the mat for a time, and the referee has no choice but to begin a count. At six, Oleg rolls to his side and at eight, he reaches his knees. The Russian drags Vegas to his feet, but he was playing possum. He hooks the Legionnaire's far leg with his legs and the Russian's other leg with his free arm, ending up on top of Oleg, pinning his shoulders against the mat. The cover is short-lived however, and Oleg kicks out.

Vince, starting to come around here, makes good use of that small package.

Not much on that kick out by the big Russian, he might have worn himself out. I told you Colin, Vegas is always thinking in that ring.

Vegas springs to his feet, waiting for Oleg to get up. When the Legionnaire obliges him, Vince applies a front facelock then jumps down onto his back, swinging his legs forward, bending his opponent, and driving him down to the mat head first. Instead of executing the pin, he drags Oleg deeper into the neutral corner before grasping a leg and executing a spinning toe hold. Vegas then grasps the other leg, crossing them into a "4" and falls to the mat, applying pressure to the opponent's crossed legs with his own. The figure-four cuts through the daze set-in by the DDT, and Oleg reaches for his partner, too far away.

TBCB-Vince

["Vicious" Vince Vegas]

Sweat beads on Vince's shaven skull as he grits his teeth and props himself up on his palms, tightening the leglock like a vice grip. Oleg slams his massive arms on the mat, writhing in pain but determined not to quit. Mercier encourages his prized combatant from the outside, screaming "There's no honor in surrender!". Fueled by the Commandant's words, much like The Undertaker was fueled by Paul Bearer's urn, Oleg props himself onto his hands and begins pull both himself and Vince closer to Jouquin's outstretched hand in the other corner. The triceps of the colossal Legionnaire swell and the veins bulge from his forearms like they were trying to escape from inside of him as he inches closer to the corner in an impressive feat of strength and endurance. Oleg reaches his hand out to tag his partner but his fingers are just out of reach. Seeing and feeling the strength of Oleg pulling from one end of the ring to the other, while trapped in a figure four, the savvy Vince Vegas releases the hold and quickly pulls Oleg back to the far corner. He wants no part of the fresh Legionnaire pacing like a caged tiger, awaiting the tag from his comrade.

Vince lands a few quick boots the Oleg, before dropping an elbow into his solar plexus. The air leaves Oleg's lungs. He tries to catch his breath but finds himself unable to do what comes naturally to even weakest animal;breath. Despite his failed attempt to reach his partner, Joaquin and Mercier continued to scream words of encouragement to their breathless Company member. A look of bewilderment covers Vince's face as he sees the the show of genuine partnership between the legionaries; If he had been waiting on the outside for a tag he would have been furious with his partner for being so close without making the tag.

A standing elbow drop knocks the wind out of the sails of Oleg, but Vince needs to capitalize here. Vince wants to keep wearing Oleg down in the corner and stay away from his rested partner.

Truer words were never spoken Al. Vince wants to keep this match one on one with Oleg and avoid being a solitary man alone in the ring with both members of the legion.

Vince knows all about being a solitary man. Most people say he has a personality of a wet blanket and avoid his presence as if it were a homeless man on a bus.All he knows is lonely. As a child all he knew was sunny days watching the other kids play in the street without him. But it has never broken him, but just the opposite, it has given him inner strength to follow his dream of becoming a pro-Fighty fighty person, albeit out of spite and a will to show everyone that he finally matters somewhere. What Vince has never realized, however, is that his overcompensation is exactly what drives people away from him. The harder he tries to show the masses how great his is, in an attempt to finally be liked, the more he isolates himself and the lonelier he becomes. A "Vicious" cycle. As Vince stands over the legionnaire lying in the middle of the squared circle, he feels the inner loneliness brewing to the surface and, instead of taking advantage of the opportunity in front of him, turns away from his temporarily stunned proponent, and flexes his biceps toward the camera for the fans at home to show them how remarkable he truly is. But, as impressive as both his muscular build and wrestling ability are, the people seem unimpressed and voice their displeasure with Vince, some fans even throwing their empty beer cups into the ring. But this is the reaction Vince is used to, if not searching for, as their dislike conveys one message for him, "You Matter".

Unfortunately for Vince, the awakening 300 pounder behind him believes he matters as well and, as Vince shows off his physique to the approving crowd, Oleg begins to rise from the battlefield. The crowd disapproval turns to cheers as they see Oleg make it too his knees behind the self satisfied Vegas. Vince hears the fan reaction and swiftly turns around, only to be met by a spear from Oleg, who has finally regained his wind. The powerful legionnaire thrusts "Vicious" Vince into the turnbuckle with a violent impact, causing him to fall onto his ass. With his last ounce of strength, Oleg stumbles into his own corner and tags the hand of Joaquin as he falls to the canvas.

Here comes Joaquin! Here comes Joaquin!

Joaquin comes storming into the ring fresh from waiting on the sidelines and heads directly toward Vince like a man on a mission.The smaller of the two legion members is no less dangerous. He stomps Vince into the mat with gruesome force with boot after boot. Mercier looks on with approval from outside. After Joaquin feels Vince has been sufficiently stomped, the french soldier leans over and hoists Vegas onto his shoulders. In a show of strength, Joaquin spins five full rotations with the 235 pound GHW superstar on his shoulders. The show of power is not finished there. Joaquin spins Vince's body around atop his shoulders, wraps his around Vegas' neck and drops into a modified diamond cutter. As the two Fighty fighty persons hit the mat, the ring shakes on impact and Vince's body convulses with pain.

Dallas Page himself would admire a diamond cutter like that Al! Vince Vegas is really starting to feel the affects of the handicap match, the fresh Legionnaire is starting to look more like the wolf than the lamb!


Oh be quiet Fuzz, Vegas is the King of the Death Match, he's been in squirmed his way out of smaller foxholes than this.

That may be the case, but this is a pickle for Vince to say the least. Joaquin quickly covers "The Vicious One", hooking one leg,

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