In the beginning.....

You may know the sinners....you may know the saints....but do you truly know the legend? Before the current GCW storyline....there was a whole 'nother story before that....and it all started....on the beaches of Miami...


The door to the Icebox opens and Dean Malenko stand as he welcomes his assistant instructor...

Dean: You're late, Mr. Cortez

Shawn: Dude, come on! I'm 18...you can't expect me to have that much energy after working all night in Emeril's prep kitchen!

Dean: Did you check in with your parole officer?

Shawn: Yes...this morning at 7:15 as always. You know this already!

Dean: Just making sure. We have to get your lesson done quickly today...there is a new student coming. She's...very strong willed from what I understand.

Shawn: She? Friggin' sweet. It's about time we got some cun....

Dean glares at him...

Shawn: ....right....sorry. What's her name anyway?

Dean: I believe her name is....

The door slams and there stands a very beautiful, young woman...who speaks...with the slightest hint of the Queen's english...

Woman: The name...is Jillian De Silva...

Meanwhile in the now familiar Hall of Champions sits a young man.... 18 years old with long, flowing blonde hair, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, with a suitcase at his feet. He is staring at one of the walls virtually bare except for a few amateur wrestling awards and some rather feeble looking belts from local promotions. An older gentleman, dressed in a sharp suit enters, legendary wrestler Ian Edwards. He puts his hand on the young man's shoulder.

Ian: Time to go son, or you'll miss your flight. It's unforgiveable to be late in Japan.

Man: OK father.

Ian: Nervous?

Man: A little..... I have some pretty big shoes to fill.

Ian: You are already more than I have could have ever hoped for as a son.... and a wrestler..... You are The Legacy now. You'll do fine.... Ewan...

In a soon to be familiar pub in the East End of London, a girl celebrating her 16th birthday sits with wrapping paper scattered on the bar, staring a plane ticket and a sizable amount of money she's just pulled out of an envelope. She jumps up, hugging the man who's standing there, proudly watching her open her gift.

Girl: Thank you Uncle Alex! Is it too early to call Jilly? She won't believe I'm gonna bey comin' to the US!

Ewan is heading out the door when he sees a very attractive young woman sitting on the doorstep looking miserable. He sits next to her.

Ewan: What's wrong with you?

Woman: You're leaving.

Ewan: Well.... yeah.... we've been planning this for a while now Erin.

Erin: I know..... It's just.... you're my kid brother..... There hasn't been a single day I've not seen you since you were born.

Ewan: I'll miss you too.... tell you what.... giveit a few months, let me get settled and I'll pay for you to come and see me..... you can stay as long as you want.

Erin huffs.

Erin: Yeah right..... you're gonna go over there, be a megastar celebrity and have some hot piece of ass fall madly in love with you and you wont want your sister in the way.

Ewan: Erin.... it's me.... like I have any interest or skill with women.... come on..... I promise..... now.... don't wave me goodbye with a frown.

Erin hugs Ewan, Ian appears behind them also carrying a suitcase.

Ian: Come on.... let's go.

Ewan: Dad, you're coming?

Ian: To the airport yes.... I'm going to Tampa for a few days.... an old friend of mine has opened up a school these.... has a couple of good talents he wants my opinion on.

Ewan: OK.... let's go.

Ewan and Ian get into a Roll's Royce being driven by a much younger Jeeves and head off towards the airport.

~Slam~.....A voice...

Dean: Again, Jillian.

Jillian: ....damnit....

She picks herself up off the mat and continues her chain wrestling drills. Dean calls out a number, and Jillian completes the pattern...and if it's not right...she does it again...and again...and again....She's stuck on number 35. She has been for the last two hours...

Dean: WRONG. DO IT AGAIN.

Jillian: I'm tired, damnit! I've been at it for ten hours already! You let the others go home!

Dean: Are you dead yet?

Jillian: Obviously not.

Dean: Then we keep going till I kill ya. AGAIN

Ian Edwards walks throught the doors of the Icebox.

Ian: Still taking it easy on the kids I see Dean?

Later that night, the girl is on the phone and so excited she can't stay still.

Girl: Come on, Jillybean, come on! Answer the bloody phone!

Dean looks over his shoulder and smirks...

Dean: Ian...it's been forever. Please, join me over here.

Ian walks over and joins Dean on the terrace overlooking the ring where Jillian continues to work...

Dean: She's a fuckin' gem, Ian. A unicorn, I swear. I see no weakness in her technique...and she's only been here 6 months. She stays well after all my other students and instructors leave....even Shawn. She's got it...that fire...

...sadly, she's a uptight prissy bitch. I have to break her to build her back up.

Ian sighs and shakes his head.

Ian: So..... that's the real reason you asked me to come here.... to tame your shrew?

Dean: Actually, I called you here to talk about your son and how the latest 'Legacy' elevation went.

....but since you're here...

Jillian looks up at Dean talking to some guy she's never seen before. She walks out of the ring and gets some gatorade...then she hears her phone ringing...

Jillian: De Silva...who's calling please?

Girl: Jillybean, you ain't gonna believe this! Uncle Alex gave mey the best birthday present ever an' now I can come to the US an' train with you an' become a wrestler out there!

Ian: Well.... Ewan could kick my ass any day of the week.... he's currently on a plane to New Japan.... so you'll be able to see for yourself how he's progressed very shortly..... to be frank I think he'll blow your mind..... a Unicorn as you so eloquently put it.

.... I'll speak to your girl.... just don't tell her who I am.

Dean: Oh? Why is that?

Jillian: Moira! Oh...God, that's wonderful, sweetie! I...ouch...listen...I....OUCH....gotta go. I'm still at training, hon...but I'll call you as soon as I get back to my apartment tonight, alright?

Ian: When people find out who I am.... they tend to be very polite and respectful...... I require honesty, not flattery.

Moira: They must be beatin' the shite outta you there... alroit, I'll wait up. I think I'll be too excited to sleep anyway!

Dean: Very well.

JILLIAN! GET OFF THE PHONE AND BACK IN THE RING! You have one more hour with this specialist...and then...you can go home for the weekend.

Jillian stands with her hands on her hips, looking at this man...

Jillian: ...Fine. Call you later Moira.

She hangs up the phone and gets back into the ring, sitting on the coner turnbuckle...

Ian removes the jacket of his suit and undoes the top two buttons of his shirt. He stalks the ring staring at Jillian sitting on the turnbuckle, as if sizing her up.

Ian: Hmmmn.....Lazy.....

Jillian looks indignant...

Jillian: I beg your pardon? I've been working non stop for the last ten hours! I think you calling me lazy is a tad bit disrespectful. I think you should apologize...whoever you are.

Ian smirks.

Ian: You have been training in a nice, comfortable ring..... you may as well be taking bumps on a trampoline..... my son has trained on concrete for 10 hours every day since he was a toddler....

.... and who I am is not important.... a more relevent question would be..... who are you little girl?

Jillian hops off the turnbuckle and gets in a ready fighting stance...

Jillian: I don't talk...I show.

Ian almost disappears in front of Jillian's eyes as he slips behind and throws her halfway across the ring with a perfect german suplex.

Ian: A nice sentinment.... but inaccurate since you chose to threaten me instead of attack me....

.... I'll ask again..... who are you..... HONEY

Jillian gets planted but kips up as soon as she absorbs the impact of the move. She sets again. Her eyes narrow and she rushes in with a flurry of martial arts moves ending with a roundhouse kick combination, catching Ian on the side of his face. She doesn't hesitate this time...she spings into action again, shooting Ian's legs...

Dean: Oh, Jillian....you and your damn hubris...

Ian doesn't budge an inch when Jillian shoots. He laughs at her pitiful attempt at a takedown.

Ian: Weak.... typical woman.

He simply rotates his body.... hip-tossing Jilly to the mat.

Jillian stands again...that last statment really getting to her. She rushes him again, gaining his back and trying a german suplex. Ian slips out of it with a standing switch and goes to suplex her again. Jillian blocks the leg and elbows him in the chest and connect with a hard european uppercut...

Jillian: You insult me once...never do it again...or this 'typical woman' will have to kick your ass.

Ian: I don't respond to idle threats.... sugartits....

He makes a "come on" motion with his hand.