Strike Fantasy Towers
Strike Towers Wrestling;
With Jane and Chimpo
11/09/09
Monday Night 8:00pm Live From San Diego, CA

We begin the show seeing the usual pyro go off in the arena as the theme for Strike Towers Wrestling begins to blare through the speakers. We then see the normal montage of moments pass by our screens. Everything from hellacious falls, to broken tables, to chair shots, to finishers, to just the plain ole wrestlers. But about halfway into our intro we see some static flash across the screen before completely enveloping it as we hear an older familiar theme begin to play, "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy, the old theme music for Dameon. Soon enough we can see why as the screen then flickers from the montage away to a seemingly secluded location, it is dark, only a few lights shine in the area as we can see two dark figures moving directly towards the camera. Soon enough it is made very clear that the figures are not only that of "The Beast" Dameon but his new valet, Rachelle Deviose, as well, both with wicked grins across their faces, the music slightly fades but is still made vaguely obvious as Dameon steps in front of Rachelle, looking deep into the camera, knowing he is speaking to the entire world.

"The Beast" Dameon: Well, well, well what do we have here?... Did I interupt something? Of course I did!?!... Do you all know why, it's really simple, come on, I'm sure you can all get it before I have to say it... Oh well, too late... We all know for a fact that this, this entire show, is MY show without my say so, from now on, NOTHING happens... Not even your precious little montage at the begining of the show.

The crowd in the arena then begins to boo, obviously valuing the hard work of both wrestlers and staff alike to create the crazed intro that opens the show each and every week. We then see Dameon begin to laugh, almost feeding off the boo's that he can clearly hear.

"The Beast" Dameon: Is it really that much of a surprise?... It shouldn't be, we all know that revolutions aren't "ask nice and recieve" we know that you have to work, and work hard towards a revolution and everything that is to come along with it... But thats not why me and Ms. Deviose over here are standing back here at this very moment, I mean sure we felt like interupting the begining of the show and all, but I would never just imagine doing this for the soul purpose of doing it... I have more reasons, one of which I am about to make very, very clear... Because you see...

Rachelle then reaches into a near trashcan, drawing Dameon's kendo stick from within its confines, handing it to him handle first. Dameon then begins to walk off screen to the right waving his stick as if signaling the camera to follow, which it politely does. But obviously not following at a steady enough pace we can see Rachelle reach out behind the camera, possibly gripping the camera man's ear, guiding him the direction her and Dameon desire. The group then continues to make their way down the hallway, passing production staff and locker rooms alike, even a catering table where Head SFT Reporter Harold stands eating a hoagie. Arriving a few moments later at a dark hallway Dameon haults both Rachelle and the camera. It is quickly made obvious as to where Dameon is, the sign on the wall simply states "Founder's Quarter's".

"The Beast" Dameon: Because you see, I have figured all of this out, its much like Vampire's you know... You take out the HEAD vampire, the head blood sucker, well then, you stop the rest of them... Am I right?... Well, we all know who the head "sucker" is around here now don't we? Of course we do, so names need not be necessary... But you all see, what this founder, this "head vampire" isn't aware of, is the fact that there is now a beast in waiting outside his quarters... And I might not even wait for the very moment he steps out... I might just have to...

At this very second we can see a man fly from out of camera range, smashing a forearm directly into the temple of the occupied Dameon, who never saw a thing coming, both men then hit the ground as we see Rachelle begin to freak out, lunging for the attacker, but she is quickly tackled by none other than "Blood Money" themselves, Twilight and T.K. Money, who quickly pin down the valet of "The Beast" by latching onto her arms and legs. We then realize that the person who just connected with the head of Dameon is none other than Jack Jones. Dameon begins to fight back throwing rights and lefts from a grounded position, but as both men begin to rise back to their feet continuing to exchange blows we can see another figure come from seemingly "out of no where" sending a huge boot right across the chin of Dameon, whiplashing the head of Dameon, causing him to collapse to the ground defenseless. We then hear the announcers chime in with their two cents for the first time of the show.

Jane: This is insane Chimpo! First Dameon hi-jacks the opening to the show, now he is being taken out while his little "wench" is being held down, by the ENTIRE "WALL"!

Chimpo: Well Jane, each and every one of us was fully aware who Dameon was talking about being the "head vampire" who knows, maybe that vampire had something to say back to Dameon, but he decided to respond this way.

Jane: Are you implying that Shadow is behind this entire group "The Wall"?

Chimpo: I am just saying, you never know, it does seem kinda like a coincidence, but a very very big one. In the same breathe however, with the antics of "The Wall" as of late, who knows what is going through their heads.

Jane: That's more like it, I was going to say your theories are ridiculous.

Chimpo: Hey! Watch it... I still believe taco's would make AMAZING footballs. And that is NO theory, that is FACT!

Jane: Ugh... When is my contract up?

A screaming Rachelle can be heard sturggling with Blood Money just out of camera range as we see the now appearent Saint Jude and Jack Jones continuing their assault upon "The Beast" kicking him repeatadely while dropping knees and forearms across him as well, almost tenderizing the large former World Champion. Haulting for a moment we can see Jack Jones reach an arm out, setting it across the chest of Jude, stopping him from inflicting any more damage at the moment. Jack then tightly clutches the long hair of Dameon, almost dragging him back to his feet, but Dameon continues to try and fight, throwing half-power punches to the gut of Jack. But Jude is quickly on top of it, delivering a punt styled kick directly to the ribs of Dameon before Jones takes over and nails a spinning neck breaker, onto the concrete, bouncing Dameon's head clean up off the ground as a huge crash can be heard, the camera turns revealing that Rachelle is still trying to escape the clutches of Blood Money, but to no avail. Jude then reaches down, tapping the shoulder of Jack Jones who sits on his knees leaning over Dameon breathing quite heavily, almost frothing at the mouth. Jones then turns his attention to the Saint as Jude points across the hallway, just out of camera range. With only a smile, much like Dameon's crossing his face we can see Jack slowly rise to his feet.

Chimpo: What could these twisted, self-loathing, demented souls want to do with the one person I would have put money on being sicker than any if not ALL of them combined.

Jane: I don't have any idea Chimp, but by the look on Jude's face, and the replica "Beast-Smile" from Jack, it can't be good in any way shape or form.

Chimpo: My curiosities lie in the fact that we can't see what Jude was pointing at. But I am sure, sooner than later we will find out exactly what he was pointing at, and it won't be good for Dameon.

Both men then quickly begin to lift Dameon up from the ground keeping their eyes locked the whole time on whatever just so happens to be across the hallway from them, then once they get the larger man to his feet we can see Jack Jones reach up, wrenching the hair and head of Dameon back, almost trying to look him directly in the eye as he begins to speak. "Cowboy" Jack Jones: You thought you were going to get the "one up" didn't you?...

Both Saint Jude and Jack Jones then grab an arm of Dameon, each taking a step forward before heaving the large Hardcore Champion across the hallway in a slowly downward motion, sending him crashing face and head first clean through a large door labeled "Custodian", Rachelle then releases one more scream as Jude and Jack wave to their counter-parts signaling Blood Money to let the woman go. When they do Rachelle quickly loses focus on them and charges into the janitors closet Dameon had been just forcefully placed in, the camera follows her in as we see all of "The Wall" make their way down the main hall, heading back towards their locker-room, high fiving and laughing the whole way.

Rachelle Deviose: Dameon, Dameon!... Come on, get up! Please get up! Someone get some help in here!!!

As the camera peers into the room we can see Dameon laid out upside down with his legs planted against a wall and blood dripping down his head as Rachelle begins throwing miscellaneous items from on the of Dameon, trying to clean him up a bit before medics arrive to take care of the now possibly injured champion. As medics arrive we see Dameon begin to roll side to side moaning and groaning in obvious pain due to the events of moments prior.

Jane: "The Wall" just took out possibly out most vicious and vile wrestler. Was that them proving a point or what?

Chimpo: I would say the "or what" Jane, something still tells me there was a backing force behind all this.

Jane: Your paranoid...

Chimpo: And you a smelly bitch...

Jane: What was that?!?

Chimpo: I said and I have a hell of an itch... Now whose paranoid, geez...

As the camera begins to fade we see trainers and medical staff alike filing into the closet, attempting to attend to the wounds and possible other injuries of Dameon.

Jackson and Reno are both in the ring as the bell rings. Before they can get underway we see two men jump out of the crowd and enter the ring.

Chimpo: Thats...Thats Cheeky Joe and Average Mike!

The two men come in dressed in street clothes with huge smiles on their faces. They double team Reno who make short work out of him, then they dismantle Jackson. They stand in the ring and celebrate till Jackson comes around and runs them off before he can get some real payback.

Jane: Oh my gawd, they're back, who needs the Clown Prince of SFT when you have two clown princes. I love me some Cheeky.

Winner: Insert Winner

The bell rings as John Schoonover starts it off with a backward chop right across the neck of Jack Jones. Schoonover grabs Jack and nails a headbutt as it wobbles the big man Jack. Jack answers right back with a running takedown of Schoonover. Jack Jones with a belly to back suplex as he cradles it into a pin but only manages a 1 count.

Jane: I don’t think either of these guys will get defeated that easy.

John Schoonover is up instantly and hits Jack with a clothesline. Schoonover with an inverted back body drop as the ring shakes he covers Jack and the ref counts...

1..... 2..... Kickout!

Chimpo: The newcomer: Schnoozenburger... is bringing it to Jack.

Jane: Yeah... I'd ask him how to say his name... but... ya know...

Jack Jones is up fast and with a shoulder block he is able to get Schoonover in a bad spot and lock in a sharpshooter, one big man applying pressure to another big man.The ref is asking Schoonover if he’ll give up, John Schoonover does not respond. Schoonover somehow inches himself up and little by little gets to the ropes as Jack is forced to break the hold.

Schoonover somehow gets up and nails a spear on Jack! Schoonover waits for Jack Jones to get up and nails him with a running bulldog as the fans cheer loudly. John Schoonover covers Jack Jones, 

1..... 2..... Kickout!

Jane: Almost had a winner there.

Chimpo: Schoonover is one of those rare wrestlers who come out of virtually nowhere to take people by surprise, and it could happen tonight.

Schoonover grabs Jack and with a huge showing of just how strong he is, he nails a vertabreaker!!!! He again covers Jack hooking one leg...

1..... 2..... Kickout!

Jane: Unbelievable! 

Schoonover cant believe it, he gets up on the second turnbuckle and flies off but Jack Jones rolls out of the way as John Schoonover hits his arm on the mat. Jack tries a clothesline but Schoonover ducks and nails a superkick! Schoonover then with a spinebuster than rattles the ring.

Chimpo: Incredible power!

Schoonover then with his patent Flying Clothesline off the top rope, he covers Jack 

1..... 2..... Kickout!

kickout by Jack just in the nick of time. John Schoonover wastes no time grabs Jack Jones and nails a Jackhammer, the crowd cheer as he covers Jack.

Jane: This could be it.

1..... 2..... Kickout!

Chimpo: Unbelievable!

Schoonover tries what appears to go for a powerbomb, Jack reverses it for a vctory roll pin, but John Schoonover reverses it into a pin of his own and grabs the ropes for leverage...

1..... 2..... 3!!

Chimpo: It's over... John Schnoovenheimer wins his first match against former world champion Jack Jones!

Jane: Yeah but I don’t think the ref caught the legs on the ropes, otherwise John the mute would be yelling I won, but instead he conveniently stays quiet, the cheater!

Chimpo: Hes a mute?

Jane: Apparently

Winner: John

Chimpo: It's Dameon and of course Rachelle, and boy does Dameon look PISSED, and needless to say, I am sure he has plans for that steel chair in his hand.

Jane: Can you blame him Chimp, look at what the hell happened to him earlier tonight.

Chimpo: Not to mention that headwrap he is wearing right now, most likely due to the previous actions of "The Wall". But one thing is for sure...

Jane: This CAN'T be good for the "Cowboy".

Chimpo: Oh ya, that wasn't rude...

As Dameon and Rachelle arrive at ringside we can see the "Silent Assassin" attempting to crawl out of the ring over the middle rope, but he is quickly met with a huge chair shot directly to the top of the skull from Dameon, causing the rookie to become limp and fall from within the ring to the ground below. Dameon then directs Rachelle to take care of him, she quickly begins to stomp away on John Schoonover who doesn't flinch a muscle due to the lack of energy after the match and the vicious chair shot that has rendered him seemingly unconcious. Dameon then slides in under the bottom rope, still clutching the now distorted chair tightly in his hands.

Chimpo: Oh my god!... Did you see that chair shot?!?

Jane: Dameon might have just shortened this mutes career, on his first night in the company, with that shot!

Chimpo: Your telling me, I think MY brain is scrambled from that one.

Jack Jones holding onto the top rope for stability than slowly turns around only to be met face to steel with the chair that has just been thrown by Dameon from over halfway across the ring, but it is by all means a "bullseye" of a throw as the seat of the chair opens, turning the chair almost into a necklace on the head of the "Cowboy" who quickly collapses back into the near corner. Dameon then looks out at the crowd for a moment before sending out a "roar-like" yell as he rips the bandaging from his head throwing it down to the canvas, revealing the two to three inch gash that had been left earlier by "The Wall". Dameon then begins to breathe in heavily as he moves to the ropes, becoming parallel with the downed Jack Jones, then lining himself up for only a split second we can see Dameon charge towards Jack once again screaming as he runs in, and with precise timing Dameon throws out his right leg connecting head on with the chair closing the seat into the head of Jack Jones which sends the chair clean off of his head and bounces it off the ropes above Jack, who now practically convulses as he writhes in pain.

Jane: Wicked "facewash" like kick by Dameon, and is Jack Jones...

Chimpo: BLEEDING!?! Why yes, yes he is Jane.

Jane: What the hell was that for?

Chimpo: Doesn't feel so good now does it?...

Laying his arms over the top rope for a moment Dameon's familiar sick grin crosses his face as he scans the crowd, in almost a blank manner... Dameon then turns to Rachelle who sits on the opposite side of the ring, almost in shock all her own as to what has just gone down. Looking at Dameon however we see her smile as he points down towards the ring, nodding at the "gorgeously gruesome" valet of his, who only returns the smile as she throws the apron of the ring up, searching under the ring for a moment while Dameon grabs the leg of Jack Jones, dragging him towards the center of the ring, trailing small amounts of blood the whole way. We then see Rachelle pull a table out from under the ring, she begins to set it up between the guardrail and apron of the ring as the cameras pick up on what Dameon is yelling down to Jack, who still sits slightly twitching from the immense pain that has just been inflicted upon him. "The Beast" Dameon: You don't think I know Jack?!? You think I am that stupid!?!

Jane: What the hell is he talking about?

Chimpo: No clue Jane, maybe its just the ramblings of a concussion/mad man, and frankly I don't feel like going and asking him.

Jane: Ya, that does seem like it would be a very bad decision at this juncture.

Rachelle then yells for Dameon as he turns, realizing the table has been set up. Lifting Jack slowly to his feet Dameon begins whispering some words that can't quit be picked up on by the camera, a moment later we can see him tuck Jack between his legs before hoisting him high into the air and spreading his arms out wide. Then taking a few steps towards the ropes we see Dameon throw the "Cowboy" clean over the top rope, sending him crashing down HARD through the table, splintering the table instantly on impact as the entire crowd explodes, some in shock and awe the others in dismay for the actions of "The Beast". Once again Dameon lays his arms over the top rope stareing down at the destruction he has just created, Rachelle at this point begins to laugh at the unmoving Jack Jones before rounding a couple of corners of the ring, quickly snagging the microphone right out of the hands of Amanda Summers, who intelligently does absolutely NOTHING about it besides slightly jump from the shock. Rachelle then slides in under the bottom ropes, instantly grabbing the attention of Dameon who walks over to her reaching his hand out for the microphone, as he does we can see Rachelle then begin to applaud his actions, making her way around the ring trying to get the fans behind Dameon, which only slightly works, due to sheer shock value.

Jane: Holy hell Chimp... Do you think Jack Jones is ok?

Chimpo: I don't know Jane... Do you think the moon is made out of cheese?... OF COURSE HE ISN'T OK! Did you just see that, my god!

"The Beast" Dameon: Jack Jones... You made one HUGE mistake tonight... But mistakes can be forgiven... Those who give orders however, well, they don't get forgiven so easily now do they... SHADOW!...

The crowd roars at the name pop of not only the founder, but one of the best wrestlers to have ever been in the SFT. Rachelle reaches her hands out at this point giving a double thumbs down, trying to rally the crowd against Shadow and onto the side of Dameon at this point. Smiling out at the crowd Dameon begins to almost giggle into the microphone, looking out at them while spining a small circle to get a good look at everyone.

"The Beast" Dameon: That's right, thats right, cheer you idiots... Cheer for your weak willed, chicken shit, always tucks himself away in a used tampon WORTHLESS Icon/Hero!... Come on, lets hear it again shall we... SHADOW!

Once again the crowd erupts, obviously slightly irritating Dameon, but he tries not to let it bug him as he simply shakes his head, disappointed in the crowd in Oakland, obviously.

"The Beast" Dameon: Well let's get straight to the point shall we... Shadow, I don't just "think" it was you who had "The Wall" do what they did to me at the begining of the show... I KNOW IT WAS YOU!

Dameon at this point is aiming his index finger directly into the lense of a camera that sits outside the ring looking in.

"The Beast" Dameon: And I bet your real proud of yourself aren't you Shadow? Oh ya, real real proud... Cause we all know there is a whole bunch of pride to be had in hiding away while you have four little sheep do your biding... It must be nice you know, never having to even lift a finger except when you need to dial in an order on your blackberry... Damn, the life isn't it...? Well let me tell you something "Mr. Founder" I will not overlook what YOU did to me tonight... I was going to make it real easy on you, we were going to have a small talk, and in the end you were going to hand over ALL control of this company and its doings to me, "The Beast" Dameon... That's all it was going to be, just a conversation...

Jane: With the way Dameon was holding that kendo stick earlier, I highly doubt that...

Chimpo: Well how about you go argue that point with him ok Jane? But first do me a favor and sign your house over to me in your will please, just in case.

Jane: Real funny Chimpo... Real damn funny.

Chimpo: I thought it was.

We can see the same members of the medical staff rushing down to ringside at this point along with the same trainers that had attended to Dameon earlier in the night, obviously worried about the condition of "Cowboy" Jack Jones, who has still not moved since the vile impact with the table and ground below, blood still gushes from his head with every pump of his heart, and his eyes appear to nearly be rolling back into his head, obviously not good signs. Rachelle seeing the staff come down quickly retrieves the steel chair Dameon had left near the corner, throwing it towards the ramp way, stopping the men and women in their tracks as Dameon makes his way over to the turnbuckle facing the ramp, mounting the second rope and leaning forward Dameon issues a warning.

"The Beast" Dameon: If ANY of you even begin to think about helping him before I am done saying what I have to say, well then, you will need your own medical staff to get you out of this building, and that is no threat that is a god damn promise.

This causes all the staff to take a few steps back up the ramp, leaving their eyes locked on the eyes of Dameon who continues to stare them down as he slowly lowers himself from the second rope, returning his attention to the crowd/cameras, as if speaking directly to Shadow.

"The Beast" Dameon: All this time Shadow... All this time!... The god-damn past THREE YEARS that I have been roaming those halls and dismantling each and every member of the roster ever thrown at me, and what do I get in return, a flaming bag of shit left on my door step of respect, not only from you, but from each and every member of the entire roster... Well let me make something VERY clear to you ALL right now... This isn't over by any stretch of the imagination... When I said there was going to be a revolution, I meant it... And believe you me Shadow... I will NOT stop until I get EXACTLY what I want out of not only you, but what I want out of this company... And what are those things?... Your head on a silver platter, MY World Heavyweight Championship belt, and to be FOREVER known as the true KING of the SFT... And don't think I believe this will come that easily, I don't plan on making it easy for those who try and stop me though either... So how about we see how this all unfolds shall we?...

At this point Dameon drops the microphone in the center of the ring, looking towards Rachelle and reaching his hand out the couple slowly moves towards the ropes, exiting the ring in much the same fashion, under the ropes. We hear "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy at this point roaring through the speakers as both twisted individuals begin to make their way up the ramp passing by all the trainers and medical personel, allowing them finally to attend to Jack Jones who has now been without medical attention for approximately four to five minutes, bleeding and possibly severly injured.

Jane: Dameon is DAMN serious, isn't he?

Chimpo: As serious as a junkie doing a drive by for shit, that is for damn sure...

Jane: Well at least Jack Jones is getting the help he needs... What's next on our list Chimp?

Chimpo: Uh-oh.

Jane: Uh-oh?... Why "uh-oh"?

Chimpo: Blood Money a.k.a. Twilight and T.K. Money from "The Wall", against "The Celtic Warrior" Kyle Murphy... And "The Beast"... Dameon.

Jane: Oh hell... I have a feeling this isn't the last ultra-violent act of Dameon's that we are going to witness tonight.

Amanda Summers: ...They are the team of, Twilight and TK Money... BLOOOOOD MONEEEEY!!!...

We cut back from commercial break to see the team of Twilight and TK Money standing near the ropes where their fellow "Wallian" Jack Jones had just been propelled out of the ring and through a table, they can be seen discussing something, but nothing can be picked up on as they continue to watch a crew using brooms and dust pans to clean up the remaining pieces of wood from the mats. Jack Jones during the break had been wheeled out of the arena, via stretcher, this is shown on a double panel. The music fades a moment later as we await the other team.

Jane: Jack Jones taken to a local medical center during the break, and we are back with some tag-team action folks!...

Chimpo: Blood Money seems in sheer shock at the actions of one of the men they are about to face towards their partner and friend, Jack Jones.

Jane: Well wouldn't you be slightly intimidated at this point, being two of the men that has caused this almost instant lunacy that has almost taken over Dameon?

Gold pyro explodes at the stage as "MutherFucker Of The Year" by M tley Cr e begins to play. Green and gold lights flash around the arena, and the ramp glows gold. Kyle Murphy jogs out onto the stage to a chorus of boos. He waves to the crowd in thanks, mocking the heat. He stops just before the top of the ramp and flexes his muscles. With a confident grin, Kyle drops his arms to his sides and begins to walk down the ramp. Murphy marches powerfully and arrogantly down to ringside, where he runs up the ring steps before climbing through the ropes. In the ring, Kyle crosses to the opposite corner. Murphy places his right foot on the second rope as if to climb up the middle rope, but pauses. He shakes his head, and makes a dismissive gesture out at the crowd. Kyle takes his foot off the rope and turns back to the center of the ring, where he starts inaudibly mouthing off at the referee.

Amanda Summers: And introducing their opponents, first from Greenwich, Connecticut... He weighs in tonight at two-hundred and seventy-five pounds!... He is "The Celtic Warrior" KYLE MUUUUURPHY!!!...

Kyle paces on the opposite side of the ring from Blood Money as they sit back to back, Twilight with his eyes on Murphy, TK with his eyes on the rampway, awaiting the entrance of the man they almost completely took out earlier in the night.

Jane: I don't think TK or Twilight had quite prepared themselves for what may be coming their way...

Chimpo: You are so right Jane, for that matter, I think they thought this might have become a handicapped match after what they pulled along with Jack Jones and Saint Jude earlier tonight...

Jane: Who knows Chimp, either way though here comes "trouble".

Static can be heard ringing through the loud speakers as clouds pass through the screen of the Strike-Tron the words "Continue the Revolution" appear on the screen in blood red letters, seconds later we hear the opening riffs of "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy ring out through the arena as the crowd stands to their feet knowing who is to appear. Within a few seconds we see the curtains get thrown aside, we then see the figure of Rachelle Deviose, Dameon's valet, step out onto the rampway with a large figure following closely behind this soon enough is realized to be the one and only Dameon, wielding his ever trusty kendo stick in his right hand, and his Hardcore Championship tightly gripped in the other. As usual half and half the crowd boo's and cheers for "The Beast" as him and his psychotic temptress make their way down the ramp, randomly yelling things out towards the crowd. "Never too late to stand your ground - Revolution begins. In you - In me - Revolution! " The song continues to play as Dameon and Rachelle are now arriving near ringside, Dameon then hands off his title to Ms. Deviose as he grips a couple of fans shoulders, hoisting himself up onto the guardrail while raising the kendo stick high into the air, drawing a reaction from the entire crowd before him. A moment later Dameon hops down from the guardrail, hitting the ground and instantly spinning around leaping onto the apron, spinning around and throwing his arms out in a very "Messiah-like" fashion as Rachelle sits on her knees next to "The Beast" staring first up at him and then out to the crowd. Helping his valet to her feet Dameon then steps into the ring, making his way over to his corner, handing his kendo stick to Rachelle, Dameon then throws up the ever familiar "X" before he begins to loosen up for his match as Rachelle retreats from the arpon, setting both the Hardcore title and kendo stick on the steel steps, facing the gold out towards the crowd.

Amanda Summers: And his partner, from Seattle, Washington... Weighing in at two-hundred and forty-nine pounds he is YOUR Hardcore Champion... "The Beast"!... DAAAAAAAAAMEON!!!...

Dameon at this point simply sends a glance at Kyle Murphy before pointing to the corner, Kyle quickly ablidges by stepping out of the ring, allowing the "man on a mission" to begin this bout. Twilight and TK look across the ring before quickly hopping into a game of rock, paper, scissors to see how must enter the ring first... With rock Twilight lost to the viciously swift paper of TK, who gladly steps out of the ring first as the referee calls for the bell to begin the match. Wasting no time Dameon charges across the ring, but Twilight with his veteran ring presence quickly ducks out of the ring between the middle and top rope, causing the referee to try and contain Dameon, who angrily backs away, allowing Twilight to pull himself back in between the ropes. Both men then slowly begin to circle eachother, but as Twilight goes in for a collar and elbow, Dameon ducks, letting Twilight move past him, only to recieve a stiff kick to the gut on his turn around. Twilight then drops to the ground, rolling out of the ring quickly clinching his stomach the whole time, while the referee once again holds Dameon back from getting to Twilight.

Jane: There is only one thing to call that at this point Chimpo, and that is SMART WRESTLING.

Chimpo: That's for sure Jane, Twilight knows that he needs to remain evasive and pick his spots in this match or he is as good as "room-mates" with Jack at the local hospital.

Waiting for Dameon to be pushed back Twilight slides under the ropes near his corner, Dameon then shoves the referee out of the way as he begins to once again make a "B-line" for Twilight, only to be met with a low dropkick to the left knee, causing Dameon to tumble face first into the middle turnbuckle, leaving him hung up slightly on it, Twilight at this point begins to distract the referee as TK places a single foot on the back of Dameon's head, pulling himself up to lay all of his weight across the back of Dameon's head, putting pressure on the barely sealed, fresh, wound of Dameon. Popping down a moment later we can see TK extend his hand for the tag from Twilight which is quickly made. Both men then take clear advantage of the ten-count, getting in all the shots they can before Twilight has to step out of the ring. TK then pulls Dameon out of the corner, spinning him around before snapmaring him over and sending a "soccer-styled" kick to the small of Dameon's back, TK then quickly goes for the pin, tossing Dameon back to the ground.

1...! Kickout!

Jane: Dameon almost launching TK into the front row with that kickout, but you can't blame Money for trying.

Without wasting a second we can see TK pop up to his feet deliver a series of three quick elbow drops to the sternum of Dameon, trying to draw the air out of the much larger and much angrier man. Grabbing the right arm of Dameon we can see TK place a foot in the ribs and one against the side of Dameon's head, trying to pull the arm out of its socket as he reaches his hand out for the tag which is quickly made to Twilight, who launches himself clean over the top rope landing a leg across the shoulder area of Dameon as TK releases his grip, raising his hands into the air as he backs out of the ring.

Chimpo: Great tag-team wrestling being displayed here on the behalf of Blood Money.

Jane: Your right Chimp, not bad for a team that one of the members has been out of comission for months now, I guess its about chemistry.

At this point we see Kyle Murphy ferociously extending his hand, wanting the tag, but this is made difficult by the fact that Dameon sits all the way across the ring, with both of their opponents. Twilight not letting Dameon even catch a breath quickly picks "The Beast" up, irish whipping him into the ropes, on the rebound Twilight attempts to leapfrog Dameon, but is quickly caught and dropped hard onto his back in the center of the ring with a samoan drop, leaving both men flat on their backs. At this point we can see both downed men begin to crawl to their corners, attempting to make tags, which are made at precisely the same time. Kyle and TK then both charge into the ring, meeting in the center as they begin to exchange rights and lefts, but soon enough we can see that the advantage lies with Kyle, the biggest competitor in the match, who begins to chop away at TK backing him up into the near-neutral corner.

Chimpo: The tags have been made, and I don't believe it could have been ANY better time for Dameon to get out of that ring then right then.

Jane: You got that right, he desperately needed that tag, and now we have Kyle Murphy slowly giving control of the match back to his team.

Murphy then backs out of the corner a couple of steps before lunging back in with a stiff knee causing TK to stumble from the corner into Murphy's waiting arms. Latching on a tight double underhook we see Kyle throw his weight back delivering a solid, picture perfect, butterfly suplex to TK, causing the Blood Money member to clutch his back tightly while hollering out in pain. Seeing the opprotunity present itself Kyle then goes for the pin, but before the one-count can be made we see Twilight dive into the ring connecting with a double axe handle across the shoulder region of Kyle, knocking him off of Money instantly. Taking his chance Twilight then delivers a couple of quick kicks to the lower back of Kyle before getting backed out of the ring by the referee, but this only infuriates Kyle who quickly launches to his feet pulling TK up with him and delivering another suplex, this time an exploder that lands TK near enough to his corner to make the tag, which Kyle doesn't interupt, obviously wanting to get his hands on Twilight who at first is reluctant to make the tag, but seeing the condition of his partner quickly does. Dameon has now arrived back at his feet, leaning slightly against the top turnbuckle due to the lack of blood in his system "The Beast" seems slightly woozy.

Jane: Kyle could have had it, but Twilight with the save, followed by a few cheap shots that now land him in the ring with a very angry 'Celt'.

Chimpo: I have no clue why this match means so much to these men, but they all really seem to be on top of their games, wouldn't you say Jane?

Jane: I would minus the fact it seems as if Blood Money is literally fighting for their lives.

Both Kyle and Twilight at this point lock-up in the center of the ring, but Murphy being the much larger man simply shoves Twilight back into the ropes causing him to bounce off directly into a wicked clothesline that lays him out. Kyle then drops an elbow across the chest and throat of Twilight before returning to his corner and making the tag to Dameon who is almost frothing at the mouth to get into the ring with Twilight. Charging into the ring Dameon is quick to drop a leg across the chest of Twilight before lifting him up, bouncing off the ropes once again and delivering a stiff yakuza kick to the jaw of Twilight, leaving him laid out flat in the center of the ring. Seeing an open opprotunity to pin however we simply see Dameon shake his head before picking up Twilight and nailing a tri-fecta of northern lights suplex's that leaves Twilight gripping his back and ribs. At this point Dameon moves in for the cover.

1...! 2...! ..Kickout!

Chimpo: TK with the save!

TK had returned the favor to his fellow Blood Money member by interupting the count at two and three-fourths, Money however quickly exits the ring, seeing Dameon pop up to his feet and instantly turn his attention to TK, but leaving his eyes on TK too long we see Dameon not notice the approaching Twilight who quickly rolls Dameon up in a good old fashioned school-boy, the referee then hits the canvas, making the count. 1...! 2...! Kickout...!

Dameon launches out of the pin attempt and to his feet only to meet Twilight with a stiff clothesline as he returns to his feet, bouncing off the mat Twilight quickly arrives back at his feet trying to get to his partner, but he is caught from behind by Dameon, who has one hand on the shoulder and one on the inner thigh of Twilight, Dameon then delivers his new trademark move, the "Revolutionizer" Omega Driver, leaving Twilight half-way concious in the center of the ring and taking a ton of energy out of the dazed Beast, who instead of going for the pin begins to crawl towards the waiting Kyle Murphy who sits with hand out stretched much like TK who is begging and pleading with Twilight to get to his corner. Dameon is first however with the tag seeing as how Twilight may not even know where he is at this point, Kyle is then quick to charge into the ring and pick up the half-limp Twilight before delivering the "Manhattan Project" gutwrench powerbomb. Kyle Murphy then rises to his feet, trying to rally the crowd behind him, which is a success to an extent. But as he makes his way around the ring, arriving at the Blood Money corner, we see TK reach out and try to grab the hair of Murphy who quickly reacts by trying to swing one of his huge forearms at TK's head, but Money is quick to jump down from the apron, acting as if he had done nothing at all. Kyle Murphy then decides to leave the ring by sliding under the ropes only to meet TK with a series of rights and lefts, as the two men begin a fairly even exchange we can see the partially revitalized Dameon enter the ring before bouncing a couple of times up and down, charging to the ropes, running across the ring, then leaping clean over the top rope, landing all two-hundred and forty-nine pounds across TK and Kyle, taking all three men down to the ground and into the guardrails hard.

Jane: Beautiful move debut by Dameon, to a great finisher by Kyle, followed by interuption and high flying heels!

Chimpo: This match is turning out to be a show stealer Jane, and I am loving every minute of it!

Jane: I just can't believe what these men are putting themselves through, but I can understand Dameon's aggressions after the earlier actions of Blood Money and "The Wall".

Chimpo: Oh! So now you understand...

All men slowly begin to recover, Dameon being the first to stand, followed by Kyle Murphy using the pants of Dameon to arrive to his feet, both men then turn to the still down Money who is begining to stir. They decide to work together, picking him clean up off the ground, but as they turn back to the ring they are quickly met with the dual-fore arms of Twilight who dives out of the ring with a horrendous suicide dive that takes out everyone and nearly breaks the guardrail with the collision. The crowd then begins to chant "This is awesome!" at the top of their lungs as the referee begins the obligitory ten count on all the men now that the proverbial "waves" have settled. 1...! 2...! 3...! Tk has now risen to his feet and begins trying to help Twilight up 4...! 5...! Kyle and Dameon begin to rise 6...! 7...!

Chimpo: This may be a double count out in the making Jane!

Jane: I sure hope not, this match is going beautifully we can't have it end like this!

Chimpo: What is Rachelle doing?!?

Rachelle Deviose can be seen in the corner of Dameon and Murphy, leaping onto the apron, as she begins to yell out to the referee, interupting his count and distracting him from the goings ons on the outside of the ring where all four men have begin to slightly brawl, pairing off. Dameon and Twilight begin to exchange blows while Money and Murphy do the same. We see Murphy irish whip TK who throws out his arm clotheslining the slightly dazed Dameon, taking him down as Twilight runs over kicking Murphy in the gut before delivering the "Darkest Lights" inverted ddt on the mat outside the ring, leaving Murphy with a possible concussion.

Chimpo: Twilight just completely leveled Kyle Murphy while his partner clotheslined Dameon, if they can manage to get Murphy into the ring then they have this match won!

Jane: You are right Chimp and with the referee distracted that leaves all the time in the world.

TK then goes over and begins trying to help Twilight lift the much larger Murphy who lays almost completely unconcious outside the ring. We see the referee still arguing with Rachelle over something, but looking back across the ring we see Dameon looking under the apron, a moment later he slides a ladder, about a six-footer, he then rises to his feet, picks it up and throws it full force at the back of TK Money, who collapses almost instantly from the sheer pain of metal on flesh. Twilight then turns his attention away from Kyle Murphy only to be met with a running yakuza kick from Dameon straight to the jaw, ripping him clean off of his feet. Dameon then with the crowd slightly getting behind him grabs the hair of Twilight dragging him to the steel steps and leaning him up against them, with only that sick grin crossing his face we see Dameon retrieve the ladder once again laying it out over the top of Twilight.

Jane: What the hell is "The Beast" doing now? He is fuckin sick and demented damn it, there is no question about it.

Chimpo: Was there every any question?

Jane: Come to think of it, no not really.

Dameon then picks up the still pain racked body of TK tossing him up onto his shoulders in the "firemans carry" position before charging across the mat towards Twilight and rolling with TK on his shoulders colliding both their bodies straight into the ladder bowing it into the limp body of Twilight, a huge crash is heard as the connection is made, the fans once again erupt in multiple inaudible chants as now every wrestler can be seen flopping around in pain, but Dameon with presence of mind shoves the ladder the majority of the way under the ring as we see Ms. Deviose jump down from the apron, letting the referee return to doing his job. Crossing the ring the ref looks confused as to what might of happened, seeing all men still laid out except Kyle Murphy who is attempting to crawl back towards the ring, but the ref has no sympathy starting the count right where he left off. 8...! Kyle is holding onto the apron 9...!... Kyle pulls himself onto the apron ...10!!! The ref calls for the bell as Kyle attempts to pull himself under the bottom rope, only stopping in a pissed off rage when he realizes what has just happened.

Jane: Double Count-out!... There is your final decision folks, after an extremely hard fought match, all men are still outside the ring, and the ref calls the match!

Chimpo: Murphy was so close to taking the win for his team, but lack of true effort to late has now payed off in this way.

Jane: He had been completely leveled Chimpo, that was a damn good attempt, I don't care what you say!

Murphy at this point begins to freak out, stumbling and crawling his way back up the ramp not wanting to stay down at ringside any longer as no music plays, seeing as we don't have a clear winner. Rachelle Deviose at this point rounds the edges of the ring, attempting to check on Dameon who only points to the other side of the ring, she quickly listens running over checking the apron and returning to Dameon with a pair of handcuffs. She then proceeds to help Dameon to his feet, obviously sore from the tough competition, together they drag TK over to the guardrail, opening the handcuffs and quickly attaching him to the steel barricade. Dameon then instructs Rachelle to do something else as he stumbles over to the still down Twilight, sending a couple of kicks to the ribs of the possibly injured Blood Money member, inflicting more damage.

Chimpo: Kyle Murphy vacating ringside, and possibly just in time, Dameon is exploding once again, and I have a feeling I know why!

Jane: When a person the likes of Dameon, or Rachelle for that matter, gets out a pair of handcuffs it spells good for no one, especially TK in this situation.

Dameon then slides Twilight in the ring under the bottom rope as we see Rachelle toss up the "skirt" of the apron sliding the ladder Dameon had previously used back out, but also retrieving something for herself, that is soon realized to be a cattle prod as she lets the electricity rip a couple of times into the air, almost "showing off" what she has. Smiling at her Dameon simply picks up the ladder, sliding it in behind Twilight who has begun to try and get to his feet using the ropes for leverage. Quickly following Dameon is met be a boot between the shoulder blades from Twilight who remains trying to fight, possibly not aware that the match has ended but Dameon quickly battles back up to his feet, shoving Twilight back hard into the ropes, and on the rebound delivering a sick STO that curls Twilight completely into an upside-down ball. Rachelle then begins to laugh, activating the cattle prod once again before craming it into the left side of TK instantly causing the return wrestler to flop around as if having some form of seizure.

Jane: That twisted bitch! Look at her!

Chimpo: That could stop a mans heart, someone get out here and stop that lunatic!

Jane: Oh my god, Chimpo cares!... Someone call the media!

Dameon then drags the ladder into the center of the ring, laying the twisted up ladder as flat as he can before lifting up Twilight once again, the camera then catches the words of Dameon as he pulls the hair of Twilight, trying to get the message through.

"The Beast" Dameon: You see! This!!! This is what happens when you take orders from the "Crimson King" and make stupid decisions!!!

Dameon then picks Twilight up high above his head looking out at the crowd for a moment before hitting a HUGE cliffhanger ddt on the already almost concussed Twilight, landing him face/rib first across the ladder, bending it even more and causing Twilight to scream out in pain as he begins to flops around the ring, clearly split open from the connection with the ladder. Dameon then moves across the ring towards the announce table, asking for a microphone which he is quickly handed. We then see Rachelle Deviose hit TK Money in the lower right leg with the cattle prod once again causing him to convulse violently, sending thousands and thousands of volts through the handcuffed man. Dameon then begins to pace around the ring, breathing heavily into the microphone before staring off straight into a camera, leaving Rachelle Deviose to her work outside the ring on TK Money who continues to scream from the electric blasts.

"The Beast" Dameon: Look Shadow! Look what you have done now!?! Thats three for four of your little pets, DESTROYED by "The Beast" and well "The Beauty"... And this won't stop, until I... STOP... YOU!... Saint Jude... Have a good match... With someone I have ALREADY broken, mentally and physically... See you shortly after, I am sure of it...

Dameon then looks down at Twilight, clutching the microphone in his hand Dameon drops down hard across the skull of Twilight, spilling more blood into the ring as he leaves the mic laying next to Twilight. He then slides out of the ring in his corner, grabbing his kendo stick and making his way over to Rachelle who still sits randomly poking at TK who lies almost completely motionless. Dameon then pulls back the kendo stick and releases four to five hard shots across the back of the head and shoulder region of TK who still sits defenseless. "Revolution Begins" by Arch Enemy then begins to play through the loud speakers as Dameon and Rachelle make their way up the ramp, lifting their hands, kendo stick and cattle prod into the air, signaling their post-match "victory".

Chimpo: Dameon sending a DAMN CLEAR message to not only Blood Money and "The Wall" but Shadow as well, once again!

Jane: But I am still on the fence about the whole thing personally, I don't believe it has ANYTHING to do with Shadow.

Chimpo: You think that... Looney...

Winner: Insert Winner

Nirvana finishes pulling the long black glove which covers the scarred, burned hand beneath past his elbow, flexing the fingers to test the fit. A three-piece suit hangs meticulously from a built-in wardrobe alongside shiny black shoes – the formal wear forgotten as the time to compete nears. Bare-chested with a sheen of perspiration highlighting the tattoos which cover his biceps, back and chest the resident mystery of SFT brushes the long hair away from his face and snatches up a silver-finish mask from the bench in front.

Tugging the straps tightly about his wrinkled face, he rotates each shoulder as if to loosen the bones and the tendons, neck stretching from side to side. Taking a few deep lungfuls of air to steady himself as he scrutinises the reflection shown in the mirror, he nods his approval. Tugging open the door to his dressing room, Nirvana gets as far as taking a step over the threshold before a boot driven into his gut from the side forces the multiple-time World Champion to double over in pain.

The elaborate tattoo of a rose bush which adorns Nirvana's back disappears under the shiny blue metal of a folding chair, which crashes down between the shoulders and sends the man once known as Jeff King down to the floor, with a painful thud of flesh against concrete.

Nirvana's opponent for the evening, Jude to perhaps only his mother and Saint to his friends and enemies alike upturns the chair and drives its rim into the small of Nirvana's back, absorbing the recoil as the metal bounces against the bones of the spine. Nudging the semi-conscious body at his feet with the flat of his boot, Jude steps over the prone Nirvana and turns his attention to the dressing room itself.

With a look of disdain on his face, the faithful Jude inspects the bizarre Japanese symbols embroidered into the waistcoat and suit jacket hanging in the wardrobe. Not having to speak the language to recognise their ill-meaning, he snatches them up in his hands and casts them into the en-suite shower messily – pulling the valve open and leaving the undoubtedly expensive wear to soak in the freezing water.

He keeps the formal black tie however, carrying it back to the man beginning to stir on the floor. Pushing Nirvana onto his back, Jude makes quick work of slipping the tie over the other man's head and tying it into a respectable knot so that were he wearing a shirt, he might almost be attending a cultured opera or a fine meal.

The respectability lasts only so long as it takes Jude to wrap the end of the tie around his fist, dragging the spluttering Nirvana by the neck towards the shower. Reaching down Jude hauls the larger man first to his feet, and then into the air in an impressive show of strength. The crack of bone against ceramic tile echoes around the tiny bathroom as Jude drops his opponent down into the still-running shower back-first.

The combination of pain and the sense of drowning from the water now overflowing onto the bathroom floor rouses Nirvana somewhat, who climbs to his knees unsteadily and gropes for support against the smooth, wet, tiled wall. Seizing a hold of the tie still around the older man's neck, Jude drags a thrashing, choking Nirvana first out of the shower and then out of the dressing room.

“The following contest ...” Amanda Summers begins quickly, confusion written on her face as she takes in two bizarre sights; seeing Rudy Hebner running as quickly as his legs will carry him, from the top of the ramp to the ring and then underneath the bottom rope while gesturing madly towards the timekeeper and ringside staff. The second only when the roar of the crowd pulls her attention to the top of the ramp again, where Saint Jude is walking with obvious purpose towards the ring.

Walking with a purpose, and what dragging appears to be a thrashing Nirvana on the end of a formal tie.

Realising that the focus of the arena is not on introductions or stipulations, Amanda shrugs her shoulders and returns to her seat at ringside, while Jude gives his opponent a helping hand into the ring and finally releases his hold on the neck tie. “Ring the bell!” He barks towards Hebner. “We're having a match, right? Ring the bell.”

Rudy glances towards the top of the ramp in vain hope that STW's General Manager, Miss Annika Reizeger, or even the Chairman of the Board might intercede and give him the chance to avoid being put on the spot. After several moments of silence he sighs, being left no choice but to make the call.

“Ring it!” He orders with a glance towards the timekeeper, who has no such conflict and chimes three times immediately.

Satisfied, Jude bends over the virtually unconscious Nirvana and tugs the silver mask from his features – lip curled up in a sneer as he examines it with obvious dislike. Tossing it over the top rope with a shake of his head, he ducks between the ropes and pulls himself up onto the top turn-buckle nearest.

Leaping from the high vantage point, Saint Jude drivers his elbow and the Fist of God into Nirvana's chest with all two hundred pounds at his disposal. The larger man flails under the impact instinctually, but when his arms and legs drop back to the mat they are heavy and lifeless. Shaking the feeling back into his arm as he sits up, Jude puffs out his cheeks and leans backwards, hooking a heavy leg in his arms.

Hebner slides to the floor and challenges Nirvana to answer a three count. He duly fails.

The bell chimes three as the country twang of Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire rolls out around the Arena. Pushing himself up to his feet and stalking across the ring, Jude bends over the top rope and gestures for Amanda's microphone. Snatching it from her proffered hand, he turns back towards the still-motionless Nirvana and drops to one knee, one arm outstretched in a Shakespearian gesture.

“That's right!” He mocks, quoting Nirvana's entrance. “Lay down! Play dead! Be dead!”

Offering the older man a smirk, Jude returns to his feet. “God bless you, Jeff.”

 Jane: All this time Nirvana egging Saint Jude, chasing him getting him back into the ring, and once he does Jude destroys Nirvana. Legends are forgotten..

Winner: Saint Jude

Jane: It figures Chimpo! It's "The Beast" seeking more revenge from earlier tonight!

Chimpo: It's almost like we should change the name of the show to "Dameon Towers Wrestling" with all we have seen him tonight.

Jane: The question I pose, is what does Dameon plan on getting out of all this? The blinded Jude then drops the one-hundred and thirty pound Deviose who hits the ground fairly hard, but quickly crawls to a corner. Dameon then grabs the free arm of Jude as he wraps an arm around Judes waist connecting with a ranhei, smashing the back of Jude's head off of the mat. Rachelle and Dameon then begin to deliver a series of stomps and kicks to the head and body of Jude who tries to protect himself in the fetal position, but this is of little to no avail as Rachelle once again grabs the cattle prod, electrocuting the victorious Saint, rendering him almost completely unable.

Chimpo: A cattle prod will to say the least level the playing field and Rachelle has proven that to us now on two occasions just tonight!

Dameon then reaches into the pocket of his pants pulling out a dark black bag, he quickly begins to untie the top before pouring out the contents which are soon to be realized as thumb tacks to the crowd who quickly erupt, prepared to see some more blood shed. Dameon then paces around the tacks leveling them out a touch more as he punches himself repeatadely in the head, busting himself open ONCE AGAIN before returning to the downed body of Jude. Dameon then irish whips Jude into the ropes and on the rebound picks the smaller man up delivering a samoan drop into the middle of the tacks, leaving about sixty in the back and head of Jude while Dameon himself has approximately twenty in his own back, but this doesn't seem to bother him much as he quickly begins to laugh off the pain, rising back to his feet before sending Rachelle out for a mic. Dameon then rolls Jude over so he lies face first against the remaining tacks, blood can then be seen pooling on the back of Jude while Dameon gets handed the microphone.

Jane: Dameon with more uhhh, words of wisdom?

Chimpo: Whatever he has to say, I am sure Shadow is going to hear it LOUD AND CLEAR.

Huffing and puffing into the mic once again as Rachelle begins to remove the thumb tacks from his back, Dameon then slowly makes his way over, standing high above the downed Jude as he begins to speak slowly, methodically, psychotically into the mic.

"The Beast" Dameon: Jude... You mostly brought this upon yourself, but there of course is another... And maybe all this will get the message through... Do you think?...

Laughing a touch into the microphone we see Dameon instruct Rachelle to once again use the cattle prod, which she gladly does as Dameon steps out of the ring, making his way over to the announce table as he then grabs a chair, throwing it clean over the top rope and into the ring, almost nailing the still downed Nirvana with it. Dameon then slides in under the bottom rope, sending a kick into the back of Nirvana before making his way back over to Saint Jude, lightly opening the chair and placing the right arm of Jude within it.

Chimpo: Ummm, someone get their ass down here and help him... That is NOT good!

Jane: Dameon... Dameon... Don't do it! Dameon then begins to climb the nearest turnbuckle, sitting himself on the top turnbuckle as he places his feet on the middle rope, speaking into the microphone once again.

"The Beast" Dameon: I am going to be nice tonight though Shadow... I am only gonna partially make his life a living hell... But you have one week... Thats right... You have ONE WEEK to respond to me about why you had "The Wall" do what they did to me and Rachelle at the begining of the show! Is it fear Shadow?... Or is it something else...? Huh? ANSWER ME DAMN IT!!! What is it?!?!

Dameon then throws the microphone down outside the ring before leaping off the middle rope and double foot stomping the chair, wrapping it around the shoulder of Saint Jude who quickly screams out in pain, clutching at his shoulder. But Dameon isn't done at this point, he then pulls the chair off of the arm of Jude before grabbing both his arms tightly, flipping and bridging placing Jude in a cattle mutilation we see the pain on the face of Saint Jude as Rachelle laughs in his face, clicking the cattle prod, possibly trying to get into the mind of Jude as Dameon wrenches away on the arms of Jude.

Chimpo: Dameon might have just broken the arm or shoulder of Saint Jude!

Jane: He is just getting more vicious by the attack Chimp! Someone needs to get down there and stop this.

As Jane speaks no sooner do we see a group of security running down to the ring, but they are held back by Rachelle and her cattle prod as Dameon pulls a few more times extremely hard on the arms of Jude before a loud pop can be heard and we see the right arm of Jude go almost completely straight, obviously dislocating it. Dameon then releases the hold as his music rings out through the loud speakers. Raising his hands into the air Dameon looks up the ramp way, waving his hand at the back. Dameon can then be heard screaming "Come on Shadow!?! Come on BOY!!!" Rachelle then clutches the back pocket of Dameon's pants pulling him back... Both of the twisted individuals then slide out of the ring, allowing trainers and security alike to dive in and begin to attend to the screaming Saint Jude who lies with right arm completely limp and thumbtacks still sticking out of his head and back. Rachelle and Dameon then both leap the guardrail, making their way from the arena as swiftly as they had arrived, leaving nothing but destruction in the middle of the ring.

Jane: I believe if the message wasn't clear before, well... It is now... Dameon wants Shadow...

Chimpo: And by the looks of it, he and Rachelle will literally stop at NOTHING to get their hands on Shadow, I mean... Look at Saint Jude...

Jane: They might have just shortened this SFT Veteran's career by a ton, dislocations may not be that big of a deal, but the lasting effects, well that is a different story. This night has been insane, and we aren't even at the World Heavyweight Title match yet!

NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE OF ANGER!" The lights flicker, then go out as "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blares through the arena. A yellow light illuminates the stage area, and two rockets of pyro fly from the far side of the arena to explode on the stage.

Jane: It's main event time here on Strike Towers Wrestling, and it's for the World Heavyweight Championship!

Chimpo: Here comes the challen...

There is nobody in the yellow lit stage area, and the lights go out again as the music cuts off. The lights come back on with no sign of Josh Konnely anywhere.

Jane: Or maybe not, Chimpo.

Chimpo: What's up with this?

"King Kill 33" by Marilyn Manson hits the loudspeakers, and Lucretia Black emerges from the back with the World Heavyweight Championship over one shoulder, one half of the Tag Team Championships on the other shoulder, and a microphone in hand. She is wearing a black leather trenchcoat.

Chimpo: What has this witch done?

Jane: Don't go making such assumptions, monkey.

Lucretia raises the microphone to her dark lips.

Lucretia Black: Well, it would seem Josh Konnely has seen the light and decided not to cross me. So this is what's going to happen. I'm going to go down to that ring, get inside, and Referee Hendrix you will ring the bell to start the match.

Lucretia begins to walk down the aisle, slowly.

Lucretia Black: You're going count to ten, you're going to ring the bell again, and you will raise my ha...

Mid-sentence and mid-ramp, Josh Konnely finally appears and runs up behind Lucretia. He strikes her across the back of the neck with a double axe handle. Lucretia drops the microphone and falls to her knees, and Josh follows up with a knee straight to the spine. Konnely pulls Black up by her head and hair, and drags her down to ringside. He smashes her head into the apron and rolls her into the ring.

Jane: Josh Konnely is here at last, and devishly opens this match up with a sneak assault.

Chimpo: He set her up, no doubt about it.

Jane: He's again wearing that white version of his ring attire that we saw at Hallowed Grounds, but that can't hide the blackness inside him.

Chimpo: Well aren't you quite the little poetic one? And who's making the assumptions now, Janey?

Josh Konnely slides into the ring himself and stalks Lucretia Black as she crawls across the ring. He grabs the trenchcoat and pulls it off. She has the other tag team title belt around her waist, and he strips her of that as well. He punts her in the ribs, and she rolls out of the ring in pain.

As Lucretia struggles to pull herself to her feet on the outside, Josh smirks and takes a seat in the corner. Ms. Black hesitantly rolls into the ring, and she stands up, glaring at Konnely. He waves to her as he remains reclined against the turnbuckles, then grabs the middle rope with both hands and pushes up to his feet. Referee Hendrix calls for the bell.

Jane: Here we go!

Chimpo: World Heavyweight Championship time!

Lucretia charges Josh and hits him with a forearm to the face, followed rapid fire by two more, backing him into the corner. She steps back and delivers two quick kicks to the gut. Referee Hendrix pulls her back away, warning her to let Konnely out of the corner.

Jane: After last week I'm surprised that Hendrix isn't going to allow that punishment in the corner to continue out of spite.

Chimpo: I honestly wouldn't blame him.

Konnely charges out of the corner and floors Black with a clothesline. He stands up and delivers a leg drop, then kneels alongside Lucretia and grinds his forearm into her face.

Referee Hendrix: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5! Come on, let her up!

Hendrix grabs Josh and tries to pull him off of Lucretia. Konnely stands and stares back Hendrix. Josh turns and stomps Lucretia's midsection. Hendrix comes back and gets in Konnely's face again. This time Josh shoves the referee back into the corner. Meanwhile, Lucretia climbs back to her feet. When Konnely turns around, Black kicks him in the groin, taking him down to his knees.

Jane: Ooh! Low blow!

Chimpo: Always painful to watch, but a lot of fun, too!

Jane: And it appears Referee Hendrix is going to let that one go.

Chimpo: Poor, poor Josh.

Lucretia goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope while Josh writhes in pain, sitting back on his heels and holding his injured extremities. Konnely slowly stands and turns to Black, who dives off the top and attempts her trademark Unstoppable Force, a flying knee to head. Josh manages to tuck down low and run under Lucretia, causing her to swing and miss and land face down on the mat. She clutches her chest in pain, as her "upper torso" caught the brunt of the impact with the canvas covered plywood. Lucretia gasps for breath as she gets up to all fours. Josh coils in the corner, nostrils flaring as he sees his opportunity.

Jane: Oh no. I think Konnely has some nasty intentions for Ms. Black.

Chimpo: He put out Annika Reizeger already. Don't tell me he's going to do the same to Lucretia.

Josh stands and runs at Lucretia, falling to his back as he delivers a shining Yakuza kick to the side of her head.

Jane: Oh!

Chimpo: Drive-By Kick!

Jane: Huh?

Chimpo: I don't know, it just seemed right.

Jane: Well, it's not as bad as the punt.

Chimpo: Yeah, not quite. But still pretty bad.

Josh stands at Lucretia's head and stands her up with her back to him. He grabs an inverted facelock, and snaps off a rolling cutter.

Jane: Egocide! That has to be it!

Chimpo: Lucretia must be knocked out! New champion!

Rather than turn Lucretia over for a cover, he grabs a double underhook with her face down on the mat. He stands and pulls her to his feet with him. Konnely holds Black up for a moment, then drops back to the mat with a snap DDT.

Jane: What a brutal butterfly DDT!

Chimpo: He calls that the WMD!

Jane: How do you know that?

Chimpo: Well, he's been using it for three weeks now. I finally got him to give me a name for it today.

Josh stands and uses his boot to push Lucretia over onto her back. Konnely arrogantly drops to his knees and falls forward onto Black, barely chest to chest as he non-chalantly hooks her leg.

Jane: What an arrogant cover. How disrespectful.

1... 2... 3!

Chimpo: There it is! Lucretia Black is motionless, and Josh Konnely captures his second SFT Championship!

Hendrix recovers the World Heavyweight Championship belt from the timekeeper as Konnely gets back up on his knees. Hendrix shoves the belt into Josh's chest and raises his hand quickly, then turns and walks out of the ring. Konnely stands and makes a show of securing the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist as the crowd boos.

Amanda Summers: Here is your winner and NEW World Heavyweight Champion... JOSH... KONNELY!

Josh turns and looks down at the still motionless Lucretia Black. He grabs her shoulders and pushes her into a seated position, and drives the point of his knee into her exposed neck. Konnely releases her, and Ms. Black crumples to the mat, still knocked out cold.

Jane: Oh, come on! That's despicable!

Chimpo: And that's our new World Champion!

Josh Konnely hops out of the ring, and grabs the Tag Team Championship belts from the timekeeper. Amanda Summers tries to protest, but Josh places one of the belts over each shoulder and walks away from her. He heads up the ramp as EMTs rush past him to the ring. They carefully pull her from the ring and onto a stretcher. Lucretia's arms and legs stir as they ease her onto the cushion. The show fades out as the medical staff strap her down as a precautionary measure.

Winner: Josh Konnely

Tonight we saw the losing of two legends, but while their defeat came to great opponents, it was their own choices that brought about their end. SFT will rise despite those who would see it fall. SFT will prosper as those outside these "Walls" continue to plot and hate. Hate all you want, in the end SFT does not hate you, home can never hate you. Go out, grow old, and return when you are all ready.

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