The lights dim around the arena, until it is in pitch-blackness. A muffled sound - unclear as to what it truly is - begins to play, with blurred flashes appearing on the titantron. People. Wrestlers? It was unclear, but they cut fast, many different blurred faces showing. It then cut to black, becoming silent, before gold writing appears on the titantron...
The Future Is Bright
The Future... Is Me 
The Edge of Paradise suddenly bursts out into the arena, announcing the arrival of the next superstar more boldly than golden writing ever could. Lights began to shine all over the arena, golden in colour, with a single spotlight lingering over the stage. It would not be waiting long, however, as Legacy made his way out on to the stage. Staff in hand, with the Saint's Dojo coat of arms draped over his shoulder, he stood proudly, head held high atop his impressive stature, looking across the audience.
"Introducing first, weighing in at 300lbs... LEGACY!" As the announcer finished his introduction, Legacy raised his staff into the air. As he did, lightning struck behind him, followed by an eruption of white fireworks. He held his staff high, his head slowly turning towards the ring, his eyes transfixed into a sinister glare. With intent to hurt, Legacy began his march to the ring, his stare unmoving, his will unflinching. An indomitable, yet violent spirit emanating from him.
Once he reached the ring, he forcefully pulled himself up on to the apron, using the middle rope as a pulley to help him there. He stood for a moment, eyes transfixed on the far audience. As he stood there, he began to raise his staff to his side, holding it adjacent to his body. He didn't hold it there long; after a brief moment, he entered through the middle ropes, staff still in hand, as he came to the center. He untwisted the top, revealing a hidden microphone!
As his music died down, his serious expression showed hints of joy, a twisted smile emerging from his lips. He raised the microphone to speak, a slight chuckle starting his speech.
"Heh. This... This I could get used to. Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in my BBW - no, more than that, for the first time in my WRESTLING career, I am finally being treated with the respect I deserve! I come out here tonight, in front of you all, to fight for three reasons!"
"
NUMBER ONE," he bellowed, raising his arm, and a solitary finger, "
is opportunity! This isn't just your average match, oh no! This, my friends, is a number one contenders match! The winner will get a shot at the Crimson City championship!"
Legacy lowered his arm, and his head, as he cleared his throat.
"... It's not the BBW championship itself... but I'll take it. It's a stepping stone. And when you're a drowning man - yes, I said it. Despite being the hottest prospect in this company, the LAST Saints Dojo graduate and the most INTIMIDATING man to step foot in this ring, I consider myself a drowning man. Falling into the deep, bloody swamp that this federation has become. When nepotism and pandering runs rampant, the outspoken become martyrs to their hypocrisy! But here, I have a lifeline. The higher-ups have thrown me an anchor, and I will fire arrows out of the water to take what is mine! And if that starts by taking the Crimson City championship... then so be it." Legacy smirked as he raised his hand to his chest, lifting two fingers to signify his second reason.
"All this leads me perfectly to my second point... number two, if you will. Tonight, I get to fight a venerable, veritable wrestling legend. A man who... he needs no introduction. None. As soon as I say his name, this building will erupt in applause..."
The audience don't even wait for a name, cheering and starting a SHADOW chant! They had a lot of energy reserved to cheer on the old legend. Legacy smiled as he pointed to them, shaking his head.
"But, you know... not this time. I'm not going to give him the satisfaction. He may be the legend, but I'm the LEGACY. He will crumble before me. He is the stepping stone to the stepping stone, the riverbank to the ocean of dreams. He is nothing. An example of how reputations carry on far beyond where their bodies can take them. I will win this match tonight."
Legacy's arm fell to his side, his head tilting as the crowd began to jeer.
"Which leads me to point number three... I am out here for me. I will win this match. I will go further. I will reach the mountaintop. Me. And my legacy will begin anew, shining a light onto the future, a light at the top that says... 'I am here to stay.' You can march out your legends, begin the proud march of past heroes, but I will stand in defiance and push them all back. Because the past catches up with everybody... even once great men. So, Shadow, what will you do... when it catches up with you?"Legacy stepped to the ring ropes, eyes on the ramp. He knew Shadow would fire back, and he was ready to hear what the man had to say.
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