MATCH NUMBER ONE
Mike Zybala vs. Pale Rider
????? Match

JC: Alright and we’re starting tonights card with an interesting match up. Mike Zybala is going up against The Pale Rider!

RW: Let’s get to it!

::Ten Thousand Fists by Disturbed hits the airs, the crowd roars and the cameras start panning through the crowd for the emergence of Mike Zybala. They find him making his way down the stairs through the crowd. He makes way down to the floor by the announcers booth and joins for a minute in a big mosh pit formed at the song’s start. He moshes and then leaps over the barrier and slides into the ring awaiting Pale Rider::

RW: at 19 he’s one of our youngest competitors here at SFT.

JC: And at 147 lbs he’s gonna have his hands full against a heavyweight like Pale Rider!

::Pale Rider’s music hits as Rider makes his way down to the ring. He steps up onto the apron and enters the ring. The referee says to ring the bell and we’re off. Zybala immediately bounces off the ropes and speeds towards Pale Rider. He hits him with a shoulder charge but Rider keeps his ground and deflects him off. Zybala goes off another set of ropes and attempts the same thing with the same results. Rider laughs at him a bit.::

JC: I think its time for a different strategy for the young gun, the tackle a guy twice my size route doesn’t seem to be working!

RW: Definitely might have to look into expanding his playbook a bit.

::Zybala bounces off the ropes again but Pale Rider’s ready and attempts a clothesline as he comes near. Zybala baseball slides under the larger man though and avoids the hit. He regains his feet, launches off the opposite route before Rider can get his bearings and strikes with a drop kick to the back of Rider, sending him into the ropes where he is caught up on the second rope. Zybala runs over and leaps over the ropes and hits a legdrop onto the apron sending Rider flying into the ring flopping around holding his neck in the middle of the ring.::

RW: A brilliant display by the tiny competitor! Can he capitalize on this position though!?

JC: I dunno if anyone can keep up this pace for more then a couple minutes!

::Zybala spends a little extra time cheering for the fans as he doesn’t notice Rider getting up to his feet staring at him. Zybala jumps onto the top rope and springboards off the ropes looking for a legdrop but finds him self caught by Rider, spun around and hit with a sitout powerbomb. Rider goes for the pin right there.

1….2….kickout!::

RW: Mike was so proud of himself he got caught him in the celebration and didn’t notice Rider’s recovery!

JC: Now he’s paying the price though!

::Pale Rider grabs Zybala by the hair and puts him in a front headlock. He drapes his smaller opponents arm over him and lifts him in a vertical suplex position and holds him there for several moments.::

JC: That’s like holding up my little sister in that position, not that big of a deal.

RW: That’s impressive that you can hold a 300 pounder up like that.

JC: I handle your mother just fine…

RW: Fucker…

::Rider comes down hard with the suplex and goes for the pin.

1…2…kickout

::Rider seems frustrated the match isn’t over yet. He picks up Zybala and Irish whips him into the corner turnbuckle. Zybala stands dazed hung in the corner. Pale Rider gets a head of steam and races towards him looking for the splash. Zybala manages to kick up and over Rider landing behind and facing him and send him chest first into the corner. Zybala grabs Rider’s hair and hits a quick neckbreaker laying him out for the moment. Mike races up to the top of the turnbuckle and leaps into a moonsault! Pale Rider gets his knees up though and Zybala lands right on them taking the wind out of him.::

JC: With such a size difference Zybala is really hanging in there but can we really expect him to pull it out?

RW: It’s almost asking too much! Pale Rider is just too much for such a young kid to handle!

::Pale Rider gets up with a very angry and pained look on his face as he goes to pick up Zybala. As he does Zybala punches him in the body. Its not enough to faze him that much though. But Zybala follows through with another one, and another one and soon is hitting them in very quick succession forcing Pale Rider to let go and defend himself. As soon as he lets go Zybala dropkicks Rider at the leg forcing him down to one knee. He winds back and goes for the super kick but Rider grabs it out of the air. He stands up holding the one leg and Zybala bouncing away trying to keep his balance. Zybala goes for a quick enziguri but Pale Rider ducks under it and maintains control of the foot. Zybala lands on his feet and is again facing Rider. Rider pulls him in and hits a devastating clothesline folding him in half.::

JC: Holy shit I think he just took his head off. Zybala’s dead!

RW: Clearly his head didn’t fall off. He might be dead, but the head is clearly still attached! C’mon John…

JC: It’s called hyperbole…an exaggeration to add drama and excitement. It’s a literary device…people use it, like when CALLING A MATCH! You should try it sometime.

RW: His heads not off…

::Rider pulls him in and hooks his leg for the pin.::

1…2…thre-KICKOUT!!

RW: And he lives! How the hell did he ever kick out of that move!

JC: I don’t know but that was almost too close!

::Rider is flipping out at the referee now, clearly wanting the 3 count and not getting it. He’s really getting into the ref’s face now as he starts pushing him and distancing himself from Zybala. Zybala is slow to rise but eventually makes it to his feet. He signals for the end to come behind Rider’s back and the crowd approves. Rider turns to see what the commotion is and sees Zybala in front of him. Rider goes for the clothesline but Zybala ducks and gets behind him, grabs an arm and hits the Z-FACTOR!!!!::

JC: Oh my god! Zybala hit the Z-Factor! This could be it for the Z-man!

RW: What an upset it would be!

::Zybala picks up Rider and puts him up against the turnbuckle chest first. He gets behind him and in an incredible feat of strength picks up the large wrestler at the waist, walks him to the center of the ring and hits the Z Cradle Driver!!!!!! He keeps the legs hooked for the pin!::

1….2….3!!!!!!!!!!

JC: MIKE ZYBALA WIN!

RW: What a great showing from this kid! And a well earned win!

JC: Stay tuned cuz there’s plenty more tonight on BREAKDOWN!!!!!!!!!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Mike Zybala via Pinfall!!!

MATCH NUMBER TWO
Johnny Fierce vs. Dylan Cage
Standard Match Match

RW: This next match should be awesome!

JC: Or dull.

RW: It's really kind of hit or miss. Holidays coming up we get drunk, you know how it goes.

JC: But hey, at least we try.

RW: And trying is half the battle.

JC: ... Apparently our wrestlers are already in the ring.

RW: We obviously talk to much or are completely oblivious to the entrance music.

Dylan Cage and Johnny Fierce are already in the ring and the bell rings and the two begin to circle one another.

JC: These two look like they could give one another one hell of a bout.

RW: I can't tell what they look like.

JC: Glaucoma?

RW: How'd you know?

JC: You are smoking pot right next to me... Why does it smell like rotten eggs?

RW: I think it's laced with something... kind of trippy though your head is purple.

Back in the ring the two of them are in a lock up with one another, Fierce taking advantage holding the arm behind Cage's back. Dylan reverses and puts Cage in the lock. Fierce reaches behind him for the hair of Dylan but can't get it so he begins to hit him with his free arm elbowing him in the jaw. Dylan throws off Fierce to the ropes, Fierce rebounds Dylan goes down for a trip Fierce jumps over Dylan up to his feet and Fierce goes for a tackle but Dylan jumps over him, Fierce rebounds again and Dylan turns around and jumps in motion with his spin around and is able to drop kick Fierce! Dylan lands on his side still moving and slides on to his left knee and holds his arms out for the praise of the crowd. He goes to cover Fierce after the gloating but Fierce gets his arm up just in time!

RW: Nice Drop kick.

JC: Obviously.

Dylan brings Fierce up to his feet and hits him with a few quick forearms and chops to the head and chest. He wraps up the Fierces head and brings him up for a Suplex but Fierce goes with it dropping behind Dylan and grabs him around the head and drops him with a neck breaker to the ground. Fierce floats over and goes for the cover but only gets 2!

RW: These two sure are close!

JC: Well yeah they're on top of one another.

RW: To our blind viewers he doesn't mean it 'in that way'.

JC: Yeah I do. They're laying on top of one another sweaty.

RW: Stop it our ratings are low enough!

JC: Well maybe if they'd stop postponing us to the next day cause of football we could do something!

RW: He means American football Steve.

JC: Who the fuck is Steve?!

Fierce gets up and brings Dylan along with him. The two of them begin to go through a battle of exchanges through punch after punch to one anothers head. Dylan gains the advantage blocking one of the shots and hitting an elbow right in to the face of Fierce. Fierce stumbles backwards in to the ropes as Dylan grabs an arm and sends him to the ropes as Fierce comes back off the rebound of the ropes Dylan raises him in the air with a back body drop that sends him high in to the air with amazing hang time! Fierce crashes down half a second later and immediately sits up holding his back as Dylan turns around and walks up and just punts the small of Fierce's back with his boot.

RW: Ouchies

Fierce is slow to get up as he rolls on to his stomach and begins to hold the small of his back. Dylan climbs on top of him and wraps a chin lock in on him as he lays on his stomach. The chinlock soon becomes an obvious choke and the referee begins the five count of doom! 1....2....3...4....And Dylan Legs go of the choke. Fierce is gasping for air at the moment and Dylan quickly brings him to his feet and hits him with a quick elbow once again to the face. Cage brings his knee in to the gut of Fierce. With Fierce bent over Cage wraps his arms around the gut of Fierce and lifts him up on to his shoulder but Fierce goes with the movement and wraps his right arm around Dylan's throat at the same time bringing him backwards and then dropping him with a neckbreaker across his own back as he kneels behind Cage's body. Dylan grabs at his head as Fierce quickly covers and hooks the leg with both arms!

1... 2... 3!

JC: What a move out of nowhere for a quick win!

RW: Nobody was dominant but Fierce managed to get the victory some how!

Fierce celebrates in the ring as Dylan rolls outside and on to the guard rail holding his neck frustrated by the loss obviously. We now go to an obligatory commercial so we can transition!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: WInner via Method!!!

MATCH NUMBER THREE
Twilight vs. Josh Konnely
????? Match

"Basket Case" by Green Day hits the loudspeakers and Twilight emerges from the back with the Intercontinental Championship around his waist. The crowd boos loudly as one half of Blood Money makes his way slowly down the aisle, ignoring the crowd reaction.

JC: Here comes the Intercontinental Champion.

RW: With an asterisk, John. He's quickly becoming the most hated man in SFT, and last week we saw why when he retained the title when he got disqualified. I'm sure there are a lot of people in the back who would like to see the angry young Josh Konnely put a beating on him here tonight.

Even as Twilight is climbing the ringsteps and into the ring, the lights flicker and go out.

"NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE OF ANGER!"

JC: Damn, that always scares the crap out of me.

RW: A little jumpy, John? Been lighting up with Twilight there?

A yellow light illuminates the stage area as two rockets of pyro fly from the far side of the arena to explode on the stage. Josh Konnely steps out into the smoke left by the exploding pyro, and raises his arms as the crowd boos. With his fists clenched and a scowl on his face, Konnely walks down the aisle to ringside. He runs up the steps, walks to the center of the apron, and climbs through the ropes into the ring. There he stretches against the ropes and gets ready to fight.

JC: Strange, Randy, you and I were told that Konnely-Zybala last week was for the United States Championship. But Konnely doesn't have the belt, and doesn't appear to have ever received it.

RW: That is strange.

The referee calls for the bell, and Konnely kicks Twilight in the gut right as the bell sounds. He unloads with a series of rapid fire rights, punching Twilight repeatedly in the jaw. Twilight is driven back into the corner and to the mat as Josh rains down the punches on his head. The referee counts to five as Konnely pummels away at Twilight, and physically pulls Josh away. Even as the ref pulls Konnely off, he stomps down on Twilight. The ref warns him, but allows the match to continue.

JC: Wow, I think even the referee wants Twilight to get his backside kicked!

RW: He's certainly being a little leniant there. Is that the same ref who called their last encounter?

Twilight pulls himself up using the ropes, and Konnely goes back and kicks him in the gut again. Josh then whips Twilight to the opposite corner and follows him in with a clothesline. As Twilight leans forward, Josh catches him in a headlock and brings him out of the corner with a running bulldog. Konnely then mounts Twilight and begins hammering him with right hands again. Again the referee counts five, and again he pulls Konnely off without disqualifying him. Josh goes back after Twilight, who kicks him in the gut from the ground. The kick buys Twilight time to get to his feet and send Konnely to the mat with an arm drag. Josh gets up, and Twilight gives him another arm drag.

JC: Impressive offense there from Twilight.

RW: You're kidding, right? It's an arm drag. Again Konnely gets up, and this time Twilight hits him with a clothesline. He pulls Josh up and hits a side Russian leg sweep.

JC: Twilight is really on a roll now.

RW: Yeah, and here's the first cover of the match.

Twilight hooks the leg and the referee drops down, but Konnely kicks out at one. Twilight begins raining down right hands of his own as he keeps Josh down.

JC: Twilight has to be wondering what it's going to take to beat Josh Konnely here tonight.

RW: Yeah, he's already exhausted his entire arsenal. Twilight brings Konnely to his feet and sets him in position for the Darkest Lights. Josh counters out and clobbers Twilight with a hard short-arm clothesline. He stands up and brings Twilight up to his feet, quickly hitting a snap suplex. Twilight gets to his feet, holding his back, and Konnely runs at him. He catches Twilight with a swinging neckbreaker, putting him back down hard. Josh stands and yells "COME ON," gesturing for Twilight to get up. When Twilight does get back to his feet again, Konnely grabs him in a cobra clutch.

JC: Josh Konnely with the cobra clutch!

RW: He's going to choke him out!

Twilight writhes and struggles as Konnely uses his own arm to cut off the blood flow to his head. Somehow Twilight manages to slither out Josh's grasp, dropping to his back on the mat, and kicks Konnely away. Josh hits the ropes, and Twilight comes up with a hip toss. He stands up and goes back after Konnely, but Josh grabs him and tosses him through the ropes and out of the ring. Konnely follows Twilight to the floor and stomps him.

1..... Konnely pulls Twilight to his feet and sets him in position for a reverse DDT. 2..... Instead Josh drops Twilight down back first across his knee, hitting a backbreaker variation. 3..... Konnely grabs Twilight's left arm and applies the cross armbreaker.

JC: He's got him in an armbar on the floor!

RW: This is starting to look familiar!

4..... Twilight thrashes about in vain as he tries to fight out of the hold. 5..... 6..... 7..... Twilight taps out, which accomplishes nothing outside the ring. 8..... Konnely breaks the hold and stands up. 9..... He rolls into the ring at nine and right back out, breaking the count. He pulls Twilight back to his feet and this time does deliver a reverse DDT on the floor. Konnely slides into the ring again, deciding he has done enough damage to get the win by countout.

1..... 2..... 3..... 4..... 5..... Twilight rolls onto his stomach. 6..... He pushes himself up to knee. 7..... Twilight stands up and Konnely goes over to the ropes. 8.... Konnely pulls Twilight onto the ring apron by the head, but Twilight grabs his head and drops down off the apron with a stun gun. 9... Twilight slides back into the ring. He grabs Konnely and goes for The Lights Go Off. He gets Josh up, but Konnely manages to flip over and land on his feet behind Twilight.

JC: What a counter by Konnely!

RW: That's a number one contender move right there!

Twilight turns around and right into a Konntempt. Konnely covers.

1... 2... Twilight kicks out!

JC: NO! It's NOT over yet!

RW: If there's one thing Twilight can do, it's take a beating!

Konnely stands up and grabs Twilight by the back of the head. Twilight takes a short cut and rakes the eyes of Konnely. This gives him time to stand up, and this time he succeeds in hitting The Light Goes Off. Twilight crawls into a cover of his own, hooking the far leg. 1... 2... Konnely kicks out!

JC: Twilight can't end it either!

RW: A World Championship contender doesn't get beat that easily!

Twilight stands and tries to pull Josh to his feel. Konnely retaliates with an eye rake of his own, staggering Twilight and giving himself the time to catch his breath. Twilight turns back around, and Josh hits him with a right hand. He delivers another flurry of punches and backs Twilight into the corner. Josh begins stomping Twilight down in the corner, and when Twilight is seated on the mat Konnely shoves his boot into his throat, choking him in the corner. 1..... 2..... 3.... 4..... the referee tells Konnely to get off the throat, and Josh backs away. Twilight pulls himself to his feet again, and comes charging out of the corner with a clothesline that sends Konnely to the mat. Twilight goes back to the corner and climbs to the second rope, waiting for Konnely to get to his feet.

JC: What is Twilight thinking here?

RW: I don't know. Does he think at all?

Konnely staggers into his feet and over to Twilight. Josh tries to punch Twilight again, but Twi blocks and hits a right hand of his own. He then grabs a facelock, and hits the tornado DDT he calls the Twilight Zone.

JC: Oh no! Twilight is going to pull it off!

RW: The kid's in trouble, that's for sure.

Twilight crawls into a cover again, hooking both legs this time.

1... 2... Josh gets a shoulder up!

JC: HOLY CRAP!

RW: No way! I thought he was done for sure!

Konnely rolls to his stomach as Twilight stands and stomps him angrily. TK Money runs down the aisle and the referee turns his attention to Money, preventing him from getting in the ring. Twilight goes to the outside and grabs his Intercontinental Championship from the timekeeper. As he has his back turned to the ring, something drops from the rafters and into the ring. Twilight walks up the ringsteps, and steps through the ropes as Konnely lays on top of the object that dropped into the ring.

JC: What the Hell is going on here?!

RW: I have no idea! Konnely stumbles to his feet and Twilight runs at him, looking to hit him with the Intercontinental Championship. Josh ducks, and when Twilight turns around he blasts the champion with the object from the ceiling. Twilight falls straight back, knock out cold. Konnely tosses the object to the floor, and and the camera zooms in on it to see that it is the United States Championship belt!

JC: Oh my God! We wondered what was going on with the title belt!

RW: Did Mikheil Jarvis just drop that in from above?! What is going on?!

Konnely pulls the motionless body of Twilight to his feet and applies a side standing choke.

JC: Arm triangle choke here! Twilight is out like a light, but I think Josh is trying to choke the life out of him right here!

RW: No, I think he's going for the Killing Embrace! YES! There it is! Konnely sweeps out Twilight's near leg, driving him down back first onto the Intercontinental Championship. Josh continues to strangle Twilight with the Killing Embrace, the IC Champion's face turning red. TK Money finally gets fed up and slides into the ring. The referee tries to restrain him, and Konnely stands up. He charges TK Money and kicks him hard in the knee. Money staggers back into the corner, and suddenly someone else slides into the ring.

JC: Megan Helms-King?!

RW: I think The Monster was under the ring, and I don't think Megan wants to wait for November Reign! She wants a piece of Twilight right now!

Josh Konnely turns as he notices Megan Helms-King sliding into the ring, and TK Money charges out of the corner at him. Megan The Monster stands up and begins to stomp Twilight just as TK Money nails Konnely in the side of the head with a forearm. The referee calls for the bell.

JC: Oh, what the Hell?!

RW: Are you shitting me?!

JC: I think this match has just been thrown out!

RW: No winner again?! What a jip!

JC: Well that's Blood Money for you!

RW: I don't think this chaos is over yet, though, John!

Josh Konnely and TK Money are now exchanging punches. Twilight stumbles back to his feet and hops out of the ring. Megan grabs the Intercontinental Championship and gives chase. Twilight makes it half way up the aisle before Megan catches him in the back of the head with the Intercontinental Championship. She begins to stomp him on the ramp, as Konnely has begun to beat down TK Money in the ring. Suddenly Radiant comes running down the ramp, charging past Megan and Twilight, and slides into the ring. Josh Konnely turns and meets Radiant, and the champion comes to blows with his challenger.

JC: Radiant?! What is he doing in there?!

RW: I'm guessing he wants to put a hurting on his challenger before November Reign next Sunday, John!

Radiant seems to be getting the better of Konnely until something hits him from behind. Kyle Murphy stands over the fallen champion with the Flesh And Bone Championship in hand.

JC: Damn, everybody's getting blasted with title belts tonight!

RW: And Kyle Murphy still has to defend his here tonight!

Murphy drops the belt and pulls Radiant to his feet, and Konnely goes back after TK Money. Murphy hits Radiant with the Warrior's Code, and Konnely hits TK with the Bad Konduct.

JC: Warrior's Code to Radiant! Reminiscent of last week!

RW: And a little retribution for Konnely on TK Money!

Kyle Murphy stands looking down at Radiant, expressionless. Josh Konnely glares down at TK Money. Murphy looks up, and his eyes meet Konnely's. Walking backwards, Kyle climbs out of the ring and reaches in to grab his title before leaving. Josh Konnely turns his attention back to TK Money, pushing him into a seated position.

JC: OH NO! Not the Pentagram!

RW: There's that deadly Pentagram Choke! I wondered when we were going to see that again!

JC: Kyle Murphy has felt that before, and TK Money is feeling it now!

RW: Damn, this went from a simple one-on-one match straight to Hell! Megan Helms-King takes revenge on Twilight! The World Champion tries to get a piece of his first challenger, but he gets taken out by the former champion Kyle Murphy, getting some revenge of his own! And Josh Konnely may not have gotten a win tonight, but now he's settling for choking the life out of TK Money!

Konnely releases the Pentagram, and TK Money rolls to his stomach, choking for breath. Josh pushes the timekeeper out of his chair, and slams the steel chair shut. He slides into the ring with the chair and waits for Money to get to his feet. TK struggles to stand up, still clutching his throat. As soon as TK is standing, Konnely pulls back and slams the chair over his head.

JC: Talk about payback! TK Money hit Josh Konnely with a steel chair a couple weeks ago, and Josh obviously didn't forget it!

RW: This night has become totally Hellacious! Blood Money is bleeding at the hands of Megan The Monster and Josh Konnely, who both have their eyes set on championship gold at November Reign!

JC: What Hell is going to be unleashed next week?!

RW: God only knows, John! God only knows!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Draw via !!!

RW: That’s the same move we seen earlier, is Nico the masked man?

Nico grabs Twilight and rolls him into the ring. Megan climbs to the top rope and hits another Monster Mash!! Nico slides in the ring and raises the hand of Megan.

JC: What the hell just happened there? Why would Nico go and do something like that, we don’t even know anything about this man.

RW: I don’t know but maybe he is already fed up with the antics of Blood Money.

Nico is fed a mic from outside the ring.

Nico: I don’t think I have had the chance to introduce myself to anyone just yet. My name is Nico Sutton. I am here in SFT to bring back law and order. I was called upon by a good friend of mine to help restore some justice in this place and it’s exactly what I plan to do. Now I know many of you are wondering just how I plan to accomplish that as virtually an unknown and yet to be respected talent here in SFT. That’s actually easier than you think. When I spoke with the man in charge, I advised him that I not only wanted an SFT contract for me, but I told him that along with my talent, can come a great staff member as well. Shadow accepted my offer and now it is my great pleasure to introduce to you, my fiancé and long term business partner, Marisol.

“Miss Independent” By Kelly Clarkson plays as Marisol makes her way from backstage. Marisol is dawning a baby blue business suit, brown hair, tied back and thin rimmed glasses.

JC: Look at her!

RW: Didn’t you just hear Nico say fiancé?

JC: Oh Yeah.

Marisol: Thank you SFT Nation. Thank you Shadow, and thank you to the most wonderful man on the planet for giving me the chance to show you just how powerful a woman can be. Not only do I plan to clean this place up, but trust me, there are some serious changes that need to made to the staff around here and I personally guarantee that I will stop at nothing to rebuild this staff from the top down.

Marisol drops the mic as her music plays again. Nico and his fiancé exit the ring and head back up the ramp.

RW: What the hell did she mean by from the top up?

JC: I don’t know, apparently she thinks she can change Shadow. Does she know that the man has been around before dirt and no one has been able to change him yet?

RW: I’m not sure she cares. Hell, what if she can? I guess we have to wait and see what she has planned.

MATCH NUMBER FOUR
TK Money vs. Megan the Monster
Standard Match

T.K. walks to the ring loosening his wrists and stretching his neck. Meanwhile on the StrikeTron images of him in his matches are showing and watermarked in them are his accomplishments shown at the tempo of the notes, during the sustained notes the words "SFT Hero" become static for the length of the note.

RW: Folks this match may not be for the weak hearted. Megan has vowed bloodshed over and over again when it comes to Blood Money.

JC: Do you blamer her though? She was robbed of the Intercontinental Championship last week. She had the match won. Blood Money have been doing the same thing for months now and no one is stopping them.

“Straightjacket” by Alanis Morissette hits and the arena grows dark. Two gold sparklers burst from the stage and a smoke fills the entrance way.

Something so benign for me construed as cruelty,
Such a difference between who I am and who you see.
Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect,
I don’t know who you’re talking to with such fucking disrespect.

Megan jumps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. She throws her arms up
and spins around. The crowd explodes in cheers as gold lights flash through the arena.

Your way’s making me mental,
How you filter as skewed interpret.
I swear you won’t be happy til,
I am bound in a straight jacket.

She races down the entrance way, cutting through the white smoke and slides into the ring. She slides into the ring and quickly stands. She spins around in a circle in the center of the ring and jumps up and down. She throws up her arms then swiftly brings them down sending two gold fireworks out from above the ring.

Grand dissonance,
The strings of my puppet are cut.
The end of an era,
Your discrediting’s lost my consent.

TK Money wastes no time as he charges towards an unknowing Megan, driving both his elbows into her back sending her crashing into the turnbuckle. TK unloads with a series of fists to the face of Megan. TK grabs hold of Megan’s arm and whips her across the ring. TK charges in to follow up but is met with a boot to the face. Megan sits herself on the top turnbuckle and leaps off the second rope with a missile drop kick. Megan goes for the quick cover…

1…

NO! That wasn’t even close.

RW: Megan tried to steal one there but that was way to early.

Megan gets back to her feet and brings TK Money with her. Megan driver her forearm into the face of TK Money and hooks his head, she hits a perfect snap supplex and rolls back to her feet. Megan quickly gets hold of the legs of TK Money. Megan is trying to lock in a sharpshooter but TK Money fights it off and kicks her, sending her flying into the turnbuckle face first. TK, slow to get to his feet, approached Megan from behind and delivers a perfect standing side supplex. TK drive three elbows into the throat of Megan and begins his climb to the top rope. TK Money comes off the top with a moonsualt!! TK quickly gets back to his feet and goes for another high risk maneuver.

JC: Who the hell is that?

RW: NO idea, but someone just came running through the crowd wearing a mask.

The masked man hooks the leg of TK Money as he tries to get to the top rope. He pulls TK Moneys leg out from under him landing him face first on the ring apron. The masked Man hits a death valley driver on the outside and slips back into the crowd.

JC: What the hell, that was not fair!! The ref didn’t even see it because he was attending to Megan who looks like she hurt her ankle or knee.

Megan gets to her feet and slides out of the ring looking for TK Money. To her surprise he is laid out on the mat. Megan grabs TK and rolls him back in the ring. As Megan climbs back in the ring, TK Money if crawling to the ropes for safety but Megan darts across the ring and connects with The Round About! Megan climbs to her feet and heads to the top rope.

RW: What the hell, Twilight is on his way to the ring.

Megan sees Twilight on his way to the ring. Twilight is slowly walking as if just to distract Megan. Megan leaps off the top and his the Monster Mash in the center of the ring. Megan covers…

1…

2…

Twilight slides into the ring but he is quickly stopped before he can get to Megan by Nico Sutton. Nico came charging down the ramp and grabbed the foot of Twilight dragging him back to the outside.

3!!!

JC: Megan gets the win here with the assistance of Nico and a masked man.

MATCH NUMBER FIVE
Kyle Murphy vs. Myris
Title vs. Title Match