Post-Raw the lights are starting to dim and the crowd begin to dissipate before a burst of pyro captures the attention of everyone in the packed out arena. The eager crowd sit back down awaiting, enraptured by the fireworks. On queue, all of Legion bar the International Rocketman Nicholas Graziano (as of yet still in the asteroid belt) enter the arena. One by one walking down the ramp, first RyRy, then Random, then Hawk and finally Besty right behind. One young fan reaches out to Hi five RyRy, RyRy pulls out a mask and Hand sanitizer which he promptly chucks at the kid. Random swaggers down the ramp intercontinental title in hand, he mouths “this is mine” at the camera as he slides into the ring. Hawk flies (haha get it) down the ramp and soars (bahahahaha another one) over the top rope into the ring, sticking the landing with ease. Finally, Besty leisurely towards the ring, stopping by the time keepers area and grabbing a mic. He slides into the ring and raises his fist, suddenly the excited chatter in the arena stops as Besty raises the mic to his mouth.

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Besty: There is something to be said about not learning from your past mistakes. Fool you once, shame on me, fool you twice, shame on you, fool you thrice, you’re just fucking stupid. And so here we are - at the precipice of what is Legion’s third great “reawakening”. This in itself is false, because a reawakening suggests that we ever went to sleep - it suggests that for just one minute, for one solitary second the Legion machine stopped thinking, stopped working, stopped devising plans to better our position. I can assure each and every one of you privileged enough to witness an amount of gold that would make even the most power hungry Sultan blush, that is completely untrue. You seem to have forgotten us, so let’s reacquaint ourselves. Intercontinental champion?

Random: Present.

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Random lifts the belt up high reverently and walks around the perimeter of the outside of the ring, he starts talking trash to the crowd, a kid tries to hi five him, Random ignores the kid. An elderly man tries to get a photograph with Random, he gets ignored as well. Random finishes his grand tour by flipping off the crowd before entering the ring once more.

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Besty: FFA Winner?

RyRy: Present.

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RyRy whips out his contract, walking around arms raised soaking in the atmosphere. An excited crowd goer shouts “I love you RyRy”, he replies “I wish I could say the same”.

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Besty: Pacific Champion?

Hawk: Present.

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Hawk raises the Pacific belt with his left Hand

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Besty: But that’s not all is it, Pacific AND Openweight Champion?

Hawk: Present.

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With that, hawk runs to the top turnbuckle and raises both his titles. This is what he’s waited for his entire career, this moment right here. He absorbs it all before returning back to the mat.

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Besty: And finally - the stable that clean swept Summerslam?

All of Legion: Present.

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Besty: You see - I don’t think the good denizens of LLR have quite realised who we are. I’ve preached it to the moon and back but it hasn’t quite settled yet - Legion doesn’t die, Legion doesn’t fade away - we were here before most of you and we will outlive all of you. Because Legion isn’t just a faction, Legion isn’t just a group of like minded individuals. It’s a state of mind, it’s a state of being that we all adhere to. And this state of mind thrives when we are written off, forgotten and most of all underestimated. You saw it at summerslam, you saw it at the Royal Rumble, you’ve seen it time and time again and no doubt, unless you’ve learnt your lesson you will see it again. You saw that state of mind when Hawk seized the Openweight title from the clutches of CSGN and liberated it from their undeserving hands.Becoming not just a single champion, but a double champion as well. I recruited him to Legion because I saw his potential, look at where he is, look at what he has risen above to where he is now and tell me I am not vindicated in my choice of candidate. You saw this state of mind when RyRy returned and won the FFA for a FIFTH time. For no discernible reasons other than for shits, giggles and because none of you rabble, yes I’m addressing the LLR locker room now, deserve even a sniff at ANY gold, let alone that of which we so ardently possess and protect. Random displayed that mentality when he overcame the mental obstacles that had plagued him the last two years to win the intercontinental title from BPJ. From those pretenders in the OC, I won’t waste too much breath on them, they’ll probably disintegrate within 2-3 business days anyway. For too long Random has been considered a lesser tag team talent and been written off as such. Maybe now, finally - they’ll listen. Random is here, and he’s here to fucking stay. Lastly there’s me - when I not just beat that fucking goose, but turned around and won a tag team match just for fun. After 3 months away I’ll put down my 4-0 start to the comeback tour as LLR forgetting just how fucking good I am. And oh how they forget, time and time again but if you all make the same mistakes, then we will - then I will punish you time and time again. Our reach extends into the nether regions of outer space where our international rocketman, our intergalactic mastodon masters his control over all the elements of the asteroid belt. Where he recovers, recuperates and prepares to return to us all at a time of his choosing. Let Summerslam serve as a reminder to those too young to remember Legions dominance and to those experienced vets who have forgotten what total, utter, complete control looks like. Perhaps our masterclass at Summerslam jogged a few suppressed memories. 5 Heads of the same dragon. We are Legion

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All of Legion: And we are many.