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| Dameon vs. John Schoonover (-Hardcore Championship Match-) |
| Dodge This, Bitch! vs. Blood Money vs. The Ge' Straight Alliance (-Tag Team Championship Match-) (-Last Man Standing-) |
| Saint Jude vs. Kyle Murphy (-Standard Match-) |
| "LoveGame" by Lady GaGa hits the PA and the two-time Academy Award Winner, James Martin, walks out from the back. Chimpo: He is here! Real life celebrity in the SFT arena! Jane: I loved him in "Running Paralysed"... gripping stuff... James slaps a few hands and gets into the ring. Jane: we've seen him tangle with the best in the box office... but can he tangle with Jack Jones tonight? Jim is already in the ring as we hear Friends in Low Places by Garth Brooks hit as Jack comes slowly walking to the ring. Chimpo: Well first match of the night and we have a former world champion facing a former A-List celebrity. Jane: Former? He's still a big name. Chimpo: The same way Corey Feldman is a big name... Both men are in the ring as the bell rings. Jack starts off with a bionic elbow on Jim. He knocks him down and lands a leg drop on Jim but doesn’t cover. Jack with a knee across the forehead of Jim then a quick scoop slam. He covers Jim and gets a 1 count only. Chimpo: Close but no cigar. As Jack gets up we see Jim kick him in the stomach while hes on his back. Jim trips up Jack and locks in an ankle lock! Jack surprised and in pain has enough sense to grabs the ropes which are close by and the ref makes Jim break the hold. Jane: Nice moves by Jim Martin... maybe he is taking pro wrestling seriously? We see Twilight come out from backstage and is now making his way to ringside. Chimpo: Uh oh trouble for Jim, cause the Wall sticks together, all for one and one for all. Jim now waits for Jack to stand up and nails him with a throat chop as Jack gasps for air Jim executes a DDT! He covers 1……..2……….kickout! Jane: Wow the rookie almost pulled off a huge upset! Jim climbs the ropes and is about to fly off with what appears to be a top rope head butt, but Twilight too close shakes the ropes as Jim falls to the cement! The ref is on the outside trying to stop Twilight from stopping his barrage on Jim. Chimpo: Chaos, the calling card of The Wall. But unseen by the ref we see Dameon run down with a steel chair as Jack is getting up and nails him point blank in the back of the head with the chair knocking him out cold. Dameon slides out and slides the chair under the ring. Jane: That was absolutely sic! Dameon is a beast! Chimpo: That’s his name don’t wear it out hun. From out of the crowd we see a man jump the barricade and nail Twilight with a double axe handle! Jane: Who is that? Is that?... Chimpo: Its motherfucking immortal god Dave Van Dam! DVD makes quick work of Twilight and helps Jim into the ring. Jim crawls over and lays an arm on Twilight as the ref now in as well counts 1………..2………….. 3!!! Jane: Its over, Jim wins! And more than that the Immortal One DVD has returned home to SFT. Dameon gives DVD a smile and a nod and DVD returns it as both walk away in different directions. Chimpo: This is the beginning of something huge in SFT and this I am sure is only the start! Jane: Two of the best in SFT just helped a celebrity with no wrestling experience pin a former World Champion! The Wall must be embarassed! |
| Chimpo: It's the main event time! Jane: Jackson's chance for Reddemption! See what I did there? Chimpo: Wait... what is this? Redd is seen walking in the backhall, but gets attacked by a man in a black skull mask. Chimpo: That's our chairman... that's his mask... Jane: Connor MacDaddy? The man rams Redd's head into a crate. Redd starts to get to his feet, and the masked man then slides another crate towards redd, smashing him in between the crates. Chimpo: Those crates are over 300 pounds! Jane: Redd is out... Connor is heading to the ring! Chimpo: What is going on? |
| Jane: Well Chimp, Hardcore action with a bloody lunatic of a champion who last week completely obliterated the entire "Wall". Chimpo: You got that right Jane, and if tonight is going to be anything like last week we are in for some sheer insanity! Jane: Here comes the challenger now! The arena goes completely dark, no lights but the flashing cameras are seen. "I Used To Think That Silence Was Golden" flows through the air in Chris Cornell's voice as golden lights begin flickering at the top of the ramp. "Silence is Golden, I used to think that Silence Was Golden" can be heard as the tron flickers to life in a gold border with various random clips of a man in black and gold is seen performing various wrestling tricks. As the remainder of "Scream" by Chris Cornell plays a John steps out, the golden border of his clothing the only thing seen. He slowly begins to wander down the ramp, ignoring the crowd as he makes his way, centered down the metal trail. When he gets to the ring, he slowly climbs up the apron, climbing through without any grace and stands center of the ring. He throws both hands, thumbs pointing towards his throat and slides them across before throwing both arms down, setting a flurry of golden sparks from the ramp posts, returning the lights to normal. He remains center of the ring, waiting for the match to start. Chimpo: And there he is, the "Mute Madman" himself John Schoonover... Jane: But here comes the one man that could easily be considered more crazy... 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. Jane: Between Dameon and Rachelle I don't know which one is more twisted... The ref calls for the bell and instantly we can see both Dameon and John charge across the ring at eachother, throwing rights and lefts towards eachothers jaws. Dameon quickly being the better brawler gains the advantage then throwing Schoonover into the nearest corner before delivering a stiff boot to the stomach of John bending him over at the waist, Dameon then grips the hair of his opponent slamming him back hard into the top turnbuckle knocking him down into the corner. Dameon then taking the open opportunity looks out towards Rachelle asking for his kendo stick which she quickly tosses to him, Dameon then attempts to swing but thinking on his feet John grips onto the bottom rope sliding out of the ring barely avoiding a kendo stick shot to the top of the head. Jane: Smart hardcore wrestling done there by John who just avoided what I would consider a match ender by the Barry Bonds of the Kendo stick... Chimpo: Minus the steroids you got that one hundred percent right Jane! Jane: You just have to always be right dont you Chimp?... Seeing John trying to recover from having his head smashed into the top turnbuckle outside the ring Dameon quickly latched onto the top rope still holding his kendo stick in hand, he then planchas over only to be dodged by Schoonover causing "The Beast" to crash onto the mats outside the ring hard. John can then be seen tearing the nearest ring steps apart before raising one set high above his head throwing it down towards Dameon who quickly moves avoiding possible DEATH. Schoonover takes the advantage during this distraction to begin to deliver a ton of kicks to the back of Dameon leaving the large champion down on the ground. Reaching under the ring we can see the "Silent Assassin" retrieve a garbage can filled with different types of weapons dumping a few on the ground before throwing the can high over his head into the ring. Among the weapons that fell to the ground we can see John grab up a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat swing it down onto the back of Dameon, tearing his shirt almost cleanly from his back causing blood to flow almost instantly from the shoulder area of Dameon. Pulling Dameon up to his knees we can then see John tear away at the forehead of Dameon causing "The Beast" to scream out in some form of pain/pleasure, which is not known at this time. John then throws the bat aside as he grabs onto a black bag that had fallen from within the garbage can. Chimpo: Schoonover with some impressive offense for a mute! Jane: Not being able to utter a single sound doesn't make you disabled Chimp. Chimpo: It would make an opera singer disabled... Jane: That is just retarded. John then begins to pour the contents of the bag out onto the ground revealing that it is many shards of broken glass that now lie scattered on the mat outside the ring, then as John attempts to piledrive Dameon we see the hardcore champion stand straight up back body dropping the "Silent Assassin" directly onto the shards of glass stabbing multiple pieces into the back of Schoonover causing the assassin to attempt to scream but obviously nothing comes out. Dameon then makes his way back to his feet looking down directly into the eyes of Schoonover, grabbing the hair of John at this point Dameon drags the mute up to his feet before grabbing a semi-large staple gun from the ground and smashing one of the staples directly into the forehead of John causing him to fall back once again into the pile of glass. Dameon then yells out towards Rachelle commanding the valet to set up a table in the ring which she quickly does near a corner as Dameon retrieves John from the ground once more sliding him into the ring. Jane: Well this has sure turned around for Schoonover, he thought he had the advantage but now well, he is bleeding just as much as Dameon, but Dameon enjoys it. Chimpo: Well damn take up all the things to say, bitch. Jane: Call me a bitch one more time monkey and I will shove a damn banana up your ass... Chimpo:... Dameon then works his way towards the table with John's hair still gripped tightly in his hand, but John seeing what is coming quickly leaps to his feet and crashes Dameon onto the top of the garbage can with a stiff belly to back suplex that leaves both men laid out in the ring. John slowly begins to get back to his feet while Dameon can be seen crawling away from the "car-wreck" in the middle of the ring. John then grabs onto the twisted trashcan that still holds some objects in it, raising it high into the air before releasing it to crash down across the blood stained back of Dameon, knocking the champion back down onto his stomach. John at this point looks towards the table set up near the corner, he then lifts the almost dead-weighted Dameon up to his feet and over to the table, laying him across it. John then makes his way over and out of the ring, grabbing a steel chair before ascending the ropes to the top turnbuckle, he then leaps off attempting the "Cutting The Silence" Shooting Star Legdrop, but Dameon throws himself off the table causing the chair and John to crash hard splintering the table into a million pieces and possibly snapping the tail bone of Schoonover who quickly tries getting back to his feet only to be met by Dameon with a horrendous Busaiku knee kick that splits the eye brow of John clean open causing blood to begin to gush. Chimpo: Holy hell, impressive move debut by John, just wish he could tell us what it is called... Ha-ha, get it, tell us. Jane: You are such a prick for a chimp. Dameon then slowly making his way back to his feet looks out at Rachelle asking for a ladder to be brought in which she quickly arranges for him, sliding it in, Dameon then uses the ladder to help himself to his feet, and as John attempts to move from the ground we see Dameon swing the ladder much like a golf club directly into the forehead of John, almost rendering the "Silent Assassin" unconcious. At this point we see Dameon up end the trashcan dumping the remaining contents from inside of it; a street sign "Pain Blvd", another black bag (untied that spills tacks onto the mat), a crutch, and a bouncy ball. Dameon then makes his way over to a near corner setting the ladder up before pouring the rest of the tacks out in the middle of the ring. Dameon then attempts to irish whip John into the ladder but it is quickly reversed sending "The Beast" back first into the ladder almost sending him clean out of the ring, but he stumbles back towards Schoonover who signals something, hoisting the large champion above his head we can see Schoonover move towards the tacks, but Dameon quickly fights free, spinning John around Dameon delivers a quick kick to the gut before dropping the mute head first into the tacks with the "Euthanasia" Barry White Driver. Dameon then falls onto the limp and mildly convulsing body of John. 1...! 2...! 3...! Amanda Summers: And your winner, and STILL Hardcore Champion, "THE BEAST" DAME... |
| ane: And with that it is time for our World Tag Team Championship match. Chimpo: Three way dance for the tag titles, this should be intense! "Run Run Away" by Slade begisn to play over teh PA system as Average Mike comes out smiling to the fans. He admires them looking them over as he heads to the ring and slides into it. He poses for them on the corner turnbuckle as his music fades. Jane: Wait a second, I'm being told we have an incident in the back! Chimpo: Get a camera back there! The cameras cut to the backstage area, where Cheeky Joe is sitting propped up against the wall near the "go position." Twilight and TK Money stand over him, stomping him in the stomach and ribs. He is completely defenseless as TK delivers a boot to his face, sending him to the floor. Twilight: Hold on, Money. TK backs off, and Twilight pulls Cheeky Joe to his feet. He sets him in position and hits his DARKEST LIGHTS inverted DDT finisher on the concrete floor. Money grins as Twilight rises to his feet. Not to be outdone, TK pulls Cheeky up on his feet again. He delivers the sitout shoulder jawbreaker he calls THE BLOOD DEBT, and Cheeky falls flat on his back. Jane: Good God! This is a mugging! Chimpo: Somebody stop this! As TK Money gets back on his own feet, he sees Lars Adams with his one man personal security of James Halford. He grabs Twilight's elbow. TK Money: C'mon, let's get out of here. Twilight and TK flee to the curtain area as Lars arrives to check on Cheeky Joe. Back inside the arena, "Basketcase" by Green Day hits the loudspeakers. TK Money and Twilight make their way through the curtain onto the stage, and walk down the aisle together. They simultaneously slide into the ring, and stand opposite Average Mike. Jane: What's going to happen now? Chimpo: The former World Champion Cheeky Joe has been laid out in the back, and Average Mike is all alone. We've still got one tag team yet to enter, but it appears Mike is on his own. "Basketcase" cuts out as Blood Money waits in the ring. "I Was Made For Loving You" by KISS quickly begins to play, and René Sogé comes dancing out from behind the curtain. He is wearing pink spandex shorts with a black maple leaf on the buttocks, and a black Fleur-De-Lis on the front- to represent his homeland of Montreal, Quebec, Canada. The crowd cheers loudly. Amanda Summers: And their opponents, introducing first... from MONTREAL, CANADA... weighing in at 234 pounds... René... Sogé! Jane: This guy is so fruity he makes Richard Simmons appear macho. Chimpo: He's The Male Diva, The Flamboyant One, he's René Sogé. René Sogé stops at ringside and smiles at the opponents in the ring. His music cuts out and "I Don't Want To Stop" by Ozzy Osbourne hits the loudspeakers. "The American Bad Ass" Barry Straight steps out onto the stage with a beer bottle in hand and a cowboy hat on his head. He is wearing dark blue Wranglers and a red flannel shirt. Black leather chaps cover the shins of his jeans. Amanda Summers: And his tag team partner... from WASHINGTON, DC... The American Bad Ass... BARRY... STRAIGHT! Jane: And here comes his partner-in-denial, Barry Straight. Chimpo: The D.C. Cowboy, The Beltway Sniper. Barry Straight joins his partner at ringside and steps up onto the apron. He stands there with his feet shoulder width apart, and René Sogé slides into the ring between Barry's legs. Straight laughs as he steps through the ropes and joins the competition in the ring. Jane: Last week we saw Josh Konnely swipe the Tag Team Championships after defeating Lucretia Black, we believe the actual titles are still in his possession, but he did not win them. It is THIS match will determine our new Tag Team Champions. Chimpo: With or without the gold, apparently. "NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE OF ANGER!" As if on cue, Josh Konnely's music ("Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed) hits and he makes his way out onto the stage. He has the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, and a Tag Team Championship strap over each shoulder. He strolls down the aisle to ringside as the referee gives instructions to the competitors in the ring. Average Mike points at himself, then at Twilight. René Sogé and Barry Straight shrug and step out onto the ring apron. Jane: Well, the way this match is going to work is that two men will be in the ring at a time. Either man can tag anyone from the apron to enter the match- except of course the other man's partner. At any point, if one legal man can get a pinfall or submission on the other, the match will be over and his team will be the winners and Tag Team Champions. Chimpo: And it appears Average Mike wants to start this thing off against Blood Money's Twilight, after seeing his tag team partner laid out before the match ever started. Jane: Very brave, but I can't say I blame him. Chimpo: Not at all. These bullies assaulted his partner in an attempt to eliminate him from this match, which would appear to be the case. That may well send his chances of walking out Tag Team Champion right out the window. I'd want to get my hands on the people responsible for that as well. Referee Rudy Hebner calls for the bell, and the match is under way. Average Mike tries to force the obligatory tie-up, but Twilight ducks under his arms and moves in behind him. Mike turns around and Twilight takes him to the mat with an arm drag. Average gets back up and walks right into a hip toss from Twilight. Mike still pops right back up, and Twilight takes him down a third time with an overhead arm drag. Jane: Nice Japanese arm drag. Chimpo: Is Twilight Japanese? On the outside, Josh Konnely takes the empty seat at the announce table, but does not pick up the headset. He just sits there silently, ignoring Jane and Chimpo. Average Mike gets up a little slower this time, and Twilight begins to get pumped up, thinking he is in control. Twilight walks towards Mike as he gets to his feet, but Average catches him with a kick to the gut followed by a dropkick. Jane: Above average dropkick there by Average Mike. Chimpo: Nice one. Twilight is down now, and Average Mike plants a boot in his face. Mike then pulls Twilight to his feet and locks him in a headlock. He looks to the outside, and drags Twilight towards the Gé-Straight Alliance's fully occupied corner. Average shoves Twilight into that corner, and makes a tag to Sogé. Mike lifts Twilight up and delivers a backbreaker, which he holds as René climbs to the top rope. 1... Sogé leaps off the top. 2... René crashes down onto Twilight with a leg drop across the chest. Jane: Unlikely teamwork between the opponents Average Mike and René Sogé. Chimpo: It is every team for itself in this kind of matchup, but it certainly doesn't hurt to work together and weaken an opponent. Jane: The problem is, now Average Mike has to leave the ring, and you can't win the match from the outside. 3... Average Mike leaves the ring as René Sogé goes for a pin. 1... 2... Twilight reaches out and grabs the bottom rope to break the count. Chimpo: Resourceful escape from that pinning predicament by Twilight. René stays aggressive, mounting Twilight and raining down forearm shots to the head. Twilight grabs the bottom rope again, and the referee forces Sogé to get off Twilight. René stands and waits for Twilight to get up. Twilight does pull himself to his feet and walks right into a kick to the gut. The Flamboyant One pops off a snap suplex and turns over into a second pin. 1... TK Money steps into the ring. 2... Money dives on top of the pile, making sure to stop the count even as Twilight does roll his shoulder up. Jane: TK breaks it up at two! Chimpo: Saving the match for his team, and for Average Mike as well. Barry Straight comes into the ring to avenge the shot on his partner. He grabs TK and heaves him over the top rope to the floor. René Sogé stands up and pulls Twilight up with him. Sogé sets Twilight up for a Russian legsweep. Straight turns around and charges Twilight on the opposite side from Sogé, and they drop him together with a legsweep/STO combination. Hebner forces Straight out of the ring as Sogé goes for yet another cover. 1... 2... This time Average Mike dives into the ring and drops an elbow across the back of Sogé. He runs back to his corner and acts like nothing happened, as René gets to his feet again, starting to show frustration. Twilight uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Sogé delivers a forearm to the face of Average Mike on the apron. René turns back to Twilight, but runs into a clothesline from "Mr. Rivers." Jane: René Sogé allowed himself to be distracted there, and Twilight took advantage. Chimpo: He really needs to get out of there, but his partner has been taken out by Straight. Twilight pushes up to his feet and dives to Average Mike's corner, slapping the back of Mike's hand as Average holds the top rope. Jane: Well that solves that problem! There's a tag! Chimpo: In that sense didn't René already tag in Mike? Average Mike reluctantly steps into the ring, but shrugs and dives on top of Sogé for a pin attempt. Jane: Is that it?! Can he steal it?! 1... Chimpo: It could be! 2... Sogé throws his shoulder off the mat, pushing Mike up off of him. Mike goes back to his corner and climbs to the top rope. René is up to his feet soon thereafter, and Mike leaps off the top rope, dropping Sogé with a flying sitout facebuster. Jane: WOW! Chimpo: What a facebuster! This time Barry Straight intercepts Average Mike before he can even attempt a cover. He whips Mike to the ropes, and TK Money slaps a blind tag on AVG's back. Mike bounces off the ropes and catches Barry with a clothesline, but TK Money comes in the ring and grabs Mike from behind in a cobra clutch. Money takes down Mike with a cobra clutch legsweep, then stands and targets Barry Straight. He gives Barry his trademark Impact DDT, and then tosses Straight out of the ring. René Sogé takes advantage of TK Money's distraction with the non-legal men, using the time to get to his feet and grab Money in a rear waistlock. He hits a German suplex... followed by a second... and finally a third, before releasing his hold on TK's waist. Jane: Homo! Chimpo: That isn't nice, Jane. We all know he's homo. Jane: No, he used to call that triple German suplex combination the "Homo." Chimpo: Oh. I stand corrected. Sogé stands and realizes that Average Mike is still laying face down in the ring. He goes over to Mike and stands straddling his head, grinning and nodding out to the crowd. René then drops down and lays on top of Mike so that his head is between Sogé's legs. René spanks Mike three times, then spins around so that his hips are on top of Mike's. Chimpo: Way to make your battle buddy smile, Sogé. Jane: Oh Lord, I think Average Mike is about to get poked by René's Average Rod. René begins to grind and hump on Mike's unfortunate backside (the "Viscagra") as Mike struggles to get away. Jane: Somebody please stop this. Please. Chimpo: That's the Géness! Mike just got down with the Géness! Rudy Hebner decides he's seen enough, and tells René to get up. Sogé reluctantly pushes back up to his feet, staring at Referee Hebner. Average Mike rolls out of the ring, gesturing that he's out of here. René runs his hands through his own hair and swings his hips in a taunt, which is interrupted by a kick to the knee from TK Money. Money follows up with a kick to gut and then a Northern Lights suplex for a pin. 1... 2... René throws his shoulder up at two as Average Mike reluctantly climbs back on the ring apron, rubbing his backside. Money stands up and tags in Average Mike. Mike doesn't seem to excited to get back in the ring with Sogé, but TK steps out onto the apron. Average shrugs and steps through the ropes. He kicks René in the ribs before he can get on his feet, and pulls him up, then whips him to his team's empty corner. Mike stomps René down to the mat in the corner, and runs backwards away from him. Average Mike does a crotch chop, then pauses for a second. He shakes his head and runs at Sogé, giving him "The Runs" bronco buster. Jane: Oh God! Face full of crotch! Chimpo: I guess turnabout is fair play. "Tarzan Boy" by Baltimora hits at last. Jane: WHAT?! Chimpo: That's Cheeky Joe's music! Is he really going to make it out here? The curtain opens from the back, and Cheeky Joe staggers out, holding the back of his head. He limps and staggers down the aisle, possibly suffering a concussion and apparently barely conscious. Jane: The former World Champion is here, but how competitive can he really be? Chimpo: Blood Money scuffed him up pretty badly. and it looks like he's still reeling a bit. Average Mike stands over René again and steps on his ankle, keeping him pinned to the canvas. Cheeky Joe makes it to ringside and hurries to his corner, where he quickly takes a tag from Average Mike. Joe comes in as Mike goes out, and he drags René to the center of the ring. He stands Sogé up, and slaps on The Eye Opener testicular claw. Chimpo: Wow, apparently René's not the only fruity one in this match. Mike gave him a bronco buster, now Joe's grabbing his crotch. Jane: I don't know that René isn't enjoying that kind of offense. René jogs in place as Joe squeezes his grapefruits. Sogé then gets a grin as an idea comes to him... and he grabs a testicular claw of his own on Joe! Chimpo: Oh, God! They're playing testicular chicken! Jane: This is disturbing! Barry Straight returns to the apron, and decides to come in illegally. He kicks Cheeky Joe in the small of his back, breaking his Eye Opener. Straight quickly hoists Joe onto his shoulders in an Argentine backbreaker rack, from which he delivers an Argentine facebuster. Chimpo: He calls that the American Way! Jane: How do you know all the GSA's moves? Chimpo: ...No comment. The referee reaches a five count, but can do nothing more than tell Barry to get out of the ring and go back to his corner. Jane: Well now that that mugging is over... Straight does leave the ring, and Sogé tags in Twilight. Twilight comes in looking to inflict more damage on the vulnerable Cheeky Joe, but Joe sees him coming and dives toward his own team's corner. Joe gets the tag to Average Mike, who runs in and clotheslines Twilight. Twilight gets back up, and Mike whips him to the corner. Average delivers a quick series of kicks to the midsection of Twilight, then pulls him out and sits himself down on the top rope. From the top, Mike grabs Twilight in a front facelock and delivers a tornado DDT. Jane: Average Mike calls that the Bad Thief! He just stole Twilight's TWILIGHT ZONE finisher! Chimpo: I think that's called "KARMA," Jane. Twilight just paid for what he did to Cheeky Joe earlier. Twilight lands near the ropes, and René Sogé seizes the opportunity to reach over the top and tag himself back in as Average Mike climbs back to his feet. Mike's back is turned to René as he stands up, and when AM turns around Sogé springboards from the apron to the top rope. René flips in mid-air, flying over Mike's head and delivering a blockbuster! Jane: WOW! Springboard blockbuster from the middle of the ring apron! Chimpo: He calls that the Gédar! Average Mike rolls out of the ring to the floor, but as he goes under the bottom rope TK Money tags himself in. Jane: Slap tag by TK on the pass, here he comes! Chimpo: Money and Sogé are the legal men! Jane: You think TK will change his name to TK Moné? Chimpo: ... As René Sogé gets back to his feet, TK Money grabs him and hits THE BLOOD DEBT. He covers. 1... Josh Konnely stands from the announce table. 2... He throws both tag title belts into the ring. Barry Straight comes back in and puts his boot into the side of TK Money's head, saving his partner and the match. TK stands and runs to the ropes to get away from Barry. Cheeky Joe slides into the ring and spins Straight around by the arm... Jane: MONKEY WRENCH! Chimpo: OUCH! He just threw a hell of a Monkey Wrench into Straight's plans! TK Money picks up one of the Tag Team Championship belts that Konnely had thrown in the ring, and nails Cheeky Joe right between the eyes. With a smile, Money stands and drops the title belt. TK falls to his knees and drops down to pin René Sogé, who is still the legal man. 1... 2... 3! Jane: Blood Money does it! They're the new Tag Team Champions! Chimpo: God help us all. Jane: But credit an assist to Josh Konnely! Do you think he meant to help Blood Money there? Chimpo: No, I think he thought they had already won it with the Blood Debt from TK to Sogé and tossed in the titles thinking the match was over. Blood Money just took advantage. Twilight slides back into the ring, and joins his tag team partner in picking up the tag title belts off the canvas. Referee Rudy Hebner grabs their arms, raising their hands in victory. Amanda Summers: Here are your winners and NEW Tag Team Champions of the WORLD... TK MONEY and TWILIGHT... BLOOD! MONEY! The crowd boos as Twilight and TK embrace, then continue to celebrate their win. They raise their belts triumphantly as they delightedly soak up the boos of the crowd. |
| Clenched fists were exchanged with enough force that both men staggered backwards, with Jude using the give in the ropes to lever himself off and back, unsteadily, to standing and his opponent, “The Standard” Kyle Murphy, falling to one knee as he shook his head and the cobwebs inside clear. Focused on the task at hand neither man knew precisely for how long they had traded titanic blows inside the squared circle, the timekeeper's clock silently ticking past ten minutes since the blaring roar of Mötley Crüe had competed with the country twang of Johnny Cash. Pushing himself off the ropes with a grunt of effort, Jude had no sooner found his feet than watched them sweep out from underneath, as the considerably larger bulk of Murphy delivered a crashing spear to the gut. Grimacing in pain as the ropes provide a stiff resistance to being crashed against, Jude slinks down to the mat, arms protectively cradling his chest. The Standard sits up, puffing his cheeks out and wiping the slick perspiration from his forehead. Reaching over and laying an arm over his opponent's tender gut, he looks for a three-count and the victory but receives only a modest two and the shake of Rudy Hebner's head. Rolling his eyes in irritation Murphy pulls himself back up to standing and “helps” his opponent up from the mat, wrapping a hand around Jude's neck and bringing him back down with the crash of an inverted DDT. Arm still held tightly around his neck, Kyle forces Jude to sit up groggily, before driving the ball of his knee underneath and following the DDT up with a dragon-sleeper. As if to hammer home the point and the meticulous focus he displays, Murphy delivers a series of hard blows to his opponent's tender ribs. Hebner is there at once, arms held out, asking the question. “Do you wanna' quit?” He yells repeatedly. “Give me the word, I'm here to help,” He assures as if submission would mean anything other than defeat, as if it was not accepting failure. For his part Jude keeps his answer in a series of defiant grunts as he struggles to both suck in enough oxygen to remain conscious and ignore the radiating pain in his chest. His arms flail as if trying to find some balance but with the seventy five pounds of weight surrendered to his opponent in size advantage, levering out of the headlock seems nigh-on impossible. Never one to quit easily Jude settles on accepting Rudy Hebner's offer. Snatching a handful of the official's black-and-white striped shirt he uses the last of his strength to haul Hebner forwards so that his pudgy, bright-pink face is thrust underneath a surprised-looking Murphy who makes the mistake of tipping his head down to focus on the unexpected. Jude drives the flat of his palm int the back of Hebner's head – propelling the Referee's forehead into the underside of Kyle's chin and knocking both men for sixes, sevens, eights nines and tens. Jude coughs loudly in relief as the hold is broken – the limp body of Hebner falling on top of a fidgeting, moaning Murphy. Rotating his shoulders as if only beginning a warm-up, rather than being in the middle of a high-octane, high-energy competition, Jude strains his neck from side-to-side. Feeling a little more together, if in no less pain he drags a groggy Kyle Murphy away from the corner and towards the centre of the ring. Stepping out between the middle and top ropes, he sets one foot on the turnbuckle before a roar from the crowd nearest the ramp breaks his concentration. He glances up, a scowl forming on his features as he watches Josh Konnely make his way down towards the ring. The newcomer stops just short of the ring apron, his eyes darting between the prone body of Murphy and the man halfway up a turn-buckle. Licking his lips as if to wipe the salty taste of sweat away, he fixes his gaze on Jude and raises his arms in a show of innocence. He takes a few steps back until the heels of his boots rest on the very lip of the ramp. Jude takes several minutes to react, being a veteran with more than enough experience to know when a beating was on the cards. Finally satisfied that Konnely was not for the interception – at least not straight away – he finished climbing the turn-buckle and bringing the point of his elbow to bare, leapt from the corner to deliver the Fist of God. The point of his elbow met the mat as Murphy rolled away a moment before impact. From outside the ring, Konnely through his hands up in exasperation, a frown etched into his features. Having used Jude's indecision to his advantage, The Standard stalked behind his wheezing opponent who was staggering back up to his feet more in gut instinct than any sudden recovery. Jude doubled over as Kyle delivered a boot to the waist, strong arms linking around his opponent's gut to haul him upwards and then down – the impact of the slightly lighter man on the ring mat every bit as thunderous as the Manhattan Project for which it paid tribute. Recovering his own jaded sense of balance, Kyle reached across and courtesy of the collar on Rudy Hebner's shirt, pulled the referee towards the action. Hooking a leg, Murphy waited impatiently for Hebner's hand to come down three times. After two and on the way down for a third, a shiny black boot swung underneath and up against the referee's arm – stopping it dead a few inches from the mat. Teeth gritted in anger Murphy cast away the leg and climbed back to his feet; forehead pressed against forehead as both men pushed and jostled against each other for supremacy. “You've still got a hell of a lot to learn ...” The veteran hissed. Konnely smirked, pushing Kyle back slightly and spreading his arms as if to issue a challenge. “What's left, Old Man? The Standard's been broken by yours truly.” Murphy drove the top of his boot between Konnely's legs, a grin spreading on his face as he watched the cockiness disappear instantly from the young face, to be replaced by eyes screwed shut tightly, mouth open in a silent groan of agony. “ … How to play dirty and win.” Kyle chuckled as best he could – being slightly winded – and turned back towards his opponent who had managed to sit up but not much else. His chuckle faded on slack lips as he felt his own unmentionables crushed between his groin and a hard place. Sinking to his knees, his glassy eyes fixed on the plastic protector waved in front of his face. “If that's the only lesson you've got left to teach me, Old Man,” Konnely mocked, “Then you can consider The New Standard hereby established.” The hand waving the plastic shield was suddenly seized, so quickly that Josh did not have the time to resist, let alone look round and come face-to-face with the stony visage of Jude. The larger man tucked his shin behind Konnely's calf and bent forward slightly before throwing himself – and the intruder – backwards spine-first down to the mat. Releasing the grunting Konnely from the Russian Leg Sweep, Jude climbed to his feet gingerly, still cradling his tender chest. Taking Josh by the hand he pulled the groaning youngster over towards Kyle and draped the former over the latter. Stepping out from the ring and back up the turn-buckle he had climbed earlier, Jude made a second attempt at delivering the Fist of God. The Almighty duly delivered as the point of his elbow was driven against Konnely's spine – the most simple of the laws of physics transferring that impact to Kyle in the form of a crushing force. Shoving Josh away with the flat of his palm against Konnely's shoulder, Jude draped an arm over his opponent and leaned backwards, exhausted, to stare up at the arena lights. The timekeeper's bell rang three times as Hebner's palm smacked against the mat for the same number. “Ring of Fire” began to echo around the arena, its trademark melancholy, lazy time signature providing a fitting backdrop for the winner to climb to his feet and traipse across the ring. Jude paused long enough to lay a gentle slap against Konnely's cheek, the veteran shaking his aching head ruefully. “It wasn't your match or your day, kid.” |
| Jack Jones vs. Jim Martin (-Standard Match-) |
| "Falling Down" by Duran Duran hits the PA and SFT Chairman Connor MacDaddy walks out from the back. Chimpo: Well... here comes our reclusive masked chairman... who I refuse to believe is Connor MacDaddy. The chairman gets into the ring and is handed a microphone. Connor MacDaddy: I have a confession to make! I don't give a shit about SFT. I don't care one bit about those wrestlers in the back, and I don't care about you people in the audience. Connor MacDaddy: I've never been surrounded by so many undeserved egos. Nobody in this company has any self-awareness. Not one person here has stopped to think, 'what's the meaning of all this?". I'm sure there is stereotypical answers like "I like to hurt people" or "I like competition" or "I like money". But jesus, there are so many better things to do then pro-wrestling you can do to accomplish yuor goals. You know what I feel whenevr I walk into an SFT arena? Indifference. The wrestlers don't have what it takes to get over, and the fans don't want to bother with following a new face. I look at the SFT locker room and I see a bunch of people coasting off success they or someone else has had 2 years ago. They all hide behind thier friends, they all yell from thier soapboxes... but not one of them have the gumption to live life by the seat of thier pants. Not a single damn one shows any effort, and desire to be great. Connor MacDaddy: So here is what I am going to do... I'm going to take out a roster member every week until someone has the gumption to stop me. Tonight, it was your "National Champion". Next week... you'll have to see... Connor MacDaddy: This is a challenge SFT... stop me... I dare you. Connor drops the mic and looks into the camera as the show fades out. |
| Credits Producer: Connor Layout: Connor Beginning: Connor Martin/Jones: Shadow Murphy/Jude: Annika Tag Titles: Kyle Dameon/Schoonover: Dameon Segment: Dameon Main Event: Connor Ending: Connor |
| Redd vs. Jackson (-National Championship Match-) |
| Amanda Summers is quickly cut off as Rachelle slaps the announcer before grabbing her microphone and sliding into the ring handing it off to Dameon as she reaches into her pocket retrieving a scalpel, the crowd explodes as Dameon pulls John up to a sitting position instantly grabbing the scalpel out of the hand of Rachelle he holds it to the hair line of John dropping the mic and having Rachelle retrieve it once again and hold it to his lips while he slowly begins to dig the scalpel into the forehead of the mute who we can see once again attempting to scream, but nothing obviously comes out. "The Beast" Dameon: Come on SHADOW!!!... Do you want to see this man scalped!!! Get you ass out here! I know it was you who told them all to do what they did... ANSWER ME DAMN IT!... FIGHT ME YOU PIECE OF SH... The mic then cuts out as... Shoots and Ladders by Korn hits as Shadow makes his way to the ring, his face painted half black half green like it was when he was a wrestler, still he has on his trenchcoat and his hair pulled back, his silver cane in his left hand..Shadow stands right outside the ring. He is handed a mic and clears his throat. “What seems to be the problem?” Dameon sneers and yells “You know what this is about old man, you’ve avoided long enough!” Shadow: I have done no such thing, now understand I don’t indulge anyone who tries to force anything from me or towards me, if you wish to talk…then we can talk at a later date, but for now youd best let John go, or you will never get anything from me ever. I promise you Dameon. Next week in my office, and I will give you what you want within reason, you’ve earned that if nothing else. Dameon lets John go, and looks at Shadow. Shadow simply walks away… Jane: I uh have no clue what will happen but next week everyone will tune in for sure! |