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 released it from his grasp, letting it drop to the ground outside the ring. As soon as it hit the floor, he swiftly and aggressively entered the ring through the middle rope, stepping forward to the centre of the ring. But he did not seem in a fighting mood. He held his hand out, towards the bell keeper. First, in a 'stop' motion, but it quickly transitioned into him asking for a microphone. He raised it to his mouth to speak.
"Cut the music! Cut it! I have something to say!"
The music slowly faded, and the audience began to boo. Did this man ever NOT have anything to say?
"Ladies and gentlemen... tramps and harlots... or is that a little cliche by now?
You see, I'm not one to rip-off old men, to live off of a dynasty created by another. I'm not the kind to cling to the past achievements of my fathers, or my mentors. I am here, as I always was, to do what I can; I am here to live the American dream. To climb to the top of the mountain. To stand above everybody else. Above anybody else. No, ladies and gentlemen. I am not a King. I am not a Landry. I'm not a Shanahan, or a Damone. I am none of these things, and yet, here I am. Standing in the ring, getting ready to face a... well, a former champion. But still, a competetor who isn't a joke. Somebody with some talent. The Copperhead himself - Salem Croft!"
Salem, who had garnered a rather large following of BBW fans, got a huge reaction from them upon mention. Men were applauding, women were crying from the sheer ecstasy, holding out their babies to be kissed by him. You get the idea.
"And I'm glad. I'm glad that the American Dream is still real, and alive, in BBW. Truly! Since entering this weird, wacky world of wrestling, I've been treated like a joke. A second-tier nobody. After facing Vaseline Man last week, after being looked over by management, I was feeling doubtful. I thought that I would be forced down, lower than I deserve. Yet here I stand. The last student of the Saint's Dojo. The strongest, the tallest, and, quite simply, the greatest being to ever step out from his master's shadow."
For somebody who claimed that he didn't want to live off somebody else's reputation, Legacy seemed determined to drag Saint Joey and the Saint's Dojo out at every opportunity. The crowd were very much aware of this hypocrisy, and it wasn't garnering Legacy any fans. The audience jeered as he spoke. A grin twisted across his face, his eyes narrowing. He embraced their hate. Savoured it - like a fine wine.
"It comes to my attention that you people don't understand me. You don't understand who I am. Or where I come from. Well, let me tell you something. I inherit nothing from my trainer. The old master is dead. Long gone. In his place, a handful of students, some who you will never even hear of. I am not living for him, or his legacy. No. You don't understand. This is not about him. I used him. He trained me, yes, and for that he has my thanks. But my greatness is my own doing.
This is not about where I came from. This is about where I'm going. When I defeat a former champion here tonight, management will take notice. They will see me not for where I came from, but for who I am. They will not see a legacy, but they will see Legacy - a Legacy which stands above all others! Then, ladies and gentlemen, when I finally rise to the golden heights you will know. You will know that this Legacy... You will know it is the only one that matters.
The future is bright. The future... is me!" Legacy cocked his head, taking a deep breath as he raised his arm to his side, holding the microphone away from himself.
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