Terry had been drawing up plans, and kicking around what was good and what was bad. Looking up the following seven days Valor only had three matches not including the one with Legion.Next was just another singles match against Silver Seb. It would be too repetitive to cut a promo again so soon. Maybe sit in the crowd and mess with him.

  It was as good as a idea he had right now, looking a bit further Valor had a tag team match. He was with some guy named the Spirit, against Silver Seb and Golden Bro. Terry smiled he had something perfect for this. Finally the last match was a exhibition against TBA.

  "Maybe for that one, doing nothing will screw with him more then anything." Terry said to himself.

  Day 1: Ringside Distraction

  The arena was buzzing, the crowd eager for the singles match between Valor and Silver Seb. Terry had dressed in the simplest attire he could manage—something that wouldn’t stand out too much, just a black hoodie pulled low over his face, keeping his presence under the radar. He wasn’t in the mood for another big spectacle tonight, not yet. Tonight was all about getting into Valor’s head—subtle but impactful.

  The match started, Silver Seb moving with speed, trying to wear down Valor with quick, agile strikes. The crowd was cheering, their energy high, but Terry wasn’t focused on them. His eyes were locked on Valor, watching his every move.

  As the match went on, Terry slowly made his way through the stands, slipping past fans, moving closer to the barricade. He knew the exact moment he’d strike—right when Valor was going for his finisher. Legion wasn’t about strength or speed; it was about control, about manipulation, and tonight he was going to take away the one thing Valor depended on most—his focus.

  He got to the barricade just as Valor lifted Seb for his finisher the 'Hero's Embrace'. Terry pulled back his hood, letting his face catch the light, and let out a loud, mocking laugh. It was just loud enough for Valor to hear—just enough for him to see Legion standing there, grinning.

  Valor’s eyes locked on him for a split second—a split second too long. Seb shifted his weight, slipping out of the hold and landing behind Valor. The next moment, Seb rolled him up, and the referee’s hand hit the mat—One! Two! Three!

  The bell rang, and the crowd erupted, half in shock, half in confusion. Valor turned, his face a mask of frustration, his eyes immediately searching for Legion. But Terry was already moving, slipping back into the crowd, disappearing into the sea of faces before anyone could get a good look at him.

  “See you soon, hero,” Terry muttered, a grin spreading across his face as he made his way out of the stands. Step two was complete.

  Terry decided now was the time to find out some details on Spirit. He looked along the walls of the hallway until he saw a poster. Seemed to be a lucha wrestler. Mask, cape, the whole nine yards. Covered with the similar symbols to the money Legion found in his locker. Must be a patriotic gimmick. Terry shook his head, either way tiny dude works well into his plan.

  Day 3: Tag Team Chaos

  The day of the tag match came quickly. Terry had something special planned—something to not only mess with Valor but also to establish his presence in this new world. He was going to make Legion a name that everyone, both fans and wrestlers alike, would talk about.

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  Terry watched from backstage, his face painted in dark, twisted designs, his black gear making him look like a shadow lingering in the chaos of the arena. Silver Seb and Golden Bro made there entrances first. Then Valor. "Okay! This is where we strike."

  As Spirit walked toward the entrance way, Legion struck. Grabbing him and throwing him into the wall. Then a barrage of kicks into the ribs. "Just starting the fun Spirit. Nothing personal." Legion grabbed a steel chair and rained it down on the back of Spirit.

  In the ring Valor was confused at the lack of a partner, the announcer calling that the match would now be a handicap match. "Perfect." Legion hissed into Spirits ear. Taking his time to systematically tear Spirit apart for five minutes. A eternity to the poor beaten down wrestler. Legion then dragged him out of the entryway with a microphone.

  "Valor look what I found lost and alone." Legion shouted as he lifted Spirit up."Tell him what you want to do."

  "Qui....quit..." The word barely escaped the beaten wrestlers mouth, Valor tried to get to him but was cut off by Seb and Bro.

  "Oh don't look to tomorrow, when you have punishment today. This is just a footnote in our story Valor, where you lost your Spirit." Legion cackled as he lifted Spirit into a Crucifix position, holding him up by the arms. A move he had hit a million times before but this time he could feel the heat from the crowd fuelling him. The darkness of his deed strengthening him. The Power of Legion. SLAM! He brought Spirit down hard into his finisher 'The Cross' a crucifix powerbomb.

  Legion his victim on the stage while the match had turned into a beatdown on Valor.The chaos continued, the match breaking down, and Terry finally turned, walking back up the ramp. He had broken a bystander, but he gained a taste of what he could be.

  Day 4: Aftermath and Fallout

  The next day, the atmosphere in the arena was tense. Word had spread quickly about what happened to Spirit, and everyone was talking about Legion. Terry could hear the whispers as he moved through the halls, the wrestlers and crew eyeing him with a mix of fear and disgust. It was exactly what he wanted. Legion wasn’t just a name anymore—it was a threat.

  Backstage, Terry saw a group of wrestlers gathered around Spirit, who was sitting on a bench, wincing as the medical team checked him over. His ribs were bruised, his face swollen, but it wasn’t just his body that had been hurt—it was his spirit, his pride. Terry watched from the shadows, a smile tugging at his lips. This was just the beginning.

  "Legion, huh?" One of the wrestlers muttered, shaking his head. "What kind of guy pulls a stunt like that?"

  Terry didn't stick around to hear more. He had made his point. Valor knew that Legion wasn’t going to play by the rules, wasn’t going to just step into the ring and have a fair fight. This was about control, about breaking down everything that made Valor who he was—his allies, his confidence, his resolve. Step by step, Terry would take it all away.

  Day 5: A Message for Valor

  It was two days before the big match, and Terry knew it was time to deliver another blow—a message. He found a camera crew setting up backstage, preparing for an interview segment, and he stepped in front of the camera, his face painted in the black, menacing designs of Legion.

  “Turn it on,” he ordered, his voice cold, the camera operator glancing nervously at him before complying. The red light blinked on, and Legion stared directly into the lens.

  “Valor,” he began, his voice low but carrying an edge of menace. “You call yourself a hero, a beacon for these people, but where were you when your partner needed you? Where were you when Spirit was begging for your help?”

  Legion paused, letting the silence hang in the air, his eyes narrowing.

  “You couldn’t save him, and you won’t be able to save yourself. This isn’t just a match, Valor. This is a reckoning. You’re going to face me, and when you do, you’re going to realize just how powerless you are. Because I am Legion, and I am not alone. The shadows, the fear, the doubt—they are all on my side. We are many. Seven days is almost up, Valor. Get ready to meet your end.”

  With that, he nodded to the cameraman, who quickly cut the feed, his hands shaking slightly. Terry turned, walking away, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel it—the power, the darkness. Legion was becoming more than just a persona. It was becoming a part of him, a force that he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—control.