SUNDAY NIGHT BREAKDOWN
Sunday, January 11th, 2009 | Martin Luther King Jr Arena | Savannah, Georgia

Nirvana versus Daniel Jacobson [-Standard Singles Match-]

Suddenly the song from “Requiem for a Dream” blares over the PA system as Daniel Jacobson emerges from the backstage area to a booing crowd.

Amanda Summers: Introducing first… From Battle Creek, Michigan… “The Warrior” DANIEL JACOBSON!!!

He walks arrogantly down to the ring and slides in under the bottom ropes. He climbs up the nearest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd, only to receive more boos. Suddenly the arena is plunged into darkness as the sound of gears moving echoes through the arena. Gears start to rise from the ramp way, each one moving in it's own way. The Striketron begins to flash pictures of gears moving. The word "MACHINA" appears over the gears in dark crimson.

"Machina" Nirvana's voice calls out through the arean.

The gears continue to move, suddenly moving much faster as a beautiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into gold, which flashes into silver every other second, than back into gold. Images of babies being born and people filing into churches and other social places to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as white powder begins to call from the arena ceiling. Soon, the jumbotron shows images of past Jeff King matches from SFT and RWA. Finally, the last image shown is of Jeff King holding the SFT title above his head after his first world title win. The gears move even faster, this time forcing a throne to rise from the area directly in front of the striketron. The sounds coming over the pa speed up. That's when "Play Dead" by Combichrist hits the pa.

Amanda Summers: And his opponent… From Wonderland… “Machina” NIRVANA!!!

"THAT'S RIGHT. LAY DOWN. PLAY DEAD. BE DEAD!"

Nirvana stands up, wearing a long crimson robe. Lucretia appears behind him, her hands running down his chest as he glances out into the audience with his piercing eyes. Within his eyes the audience can see moving gears, almost clockwork in nature. As the bass of "Play Dead" hits Lucretia rips the robe off of Nirvana and flames explode from behind them. He is dressed in torn and tattered battle clothes. They are black and show wear from any battles, As if it's tradition to wear them in each battle he had. The crowd beings to cheer, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He has his trademark cane at his side, the tip sharpened into a spike. Around his neck is barbed wire, tied together into a huge rope of wire. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizazze of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring, spitting in the fans direction, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring with Lucretia, he removes his shirt, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. Lucretia raises his arm above his head and goes in for a passionate kiss, than leaves the ring to take her place at the side. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and nods to the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring with his barbed wire. Nirvana turns looking over his shoulder to see Jacobson dash at him, but Nirvana quickly jumps off the turnbuckle with a drop kick to Jacobson’s face, he hits the mat hard and the ref calls the bell.

JC: We’re off!

Nirvana quickly backs away into the corner and stalks Jacobson who starts to get back to his feet, Nirvana then rushes at him and knocks him back down with a leg lariat then runs to the ropes again and rebounds of with a quick leg drop across Jacobson’s face, Nirvana looks to the crowd and shrugs in a cocky style.

RW: Nirvana is looking like he prepared for this one.

JC: He sure does…

Nirvana looks down at him and runs into the corner up to the second rope and flips off with a twisting splash but misses, Jacobson rolls out the way and then stands up gesturing to the fans that he suckered Nirvana in. He then lifts Nirvana up by the hair and pummels him with some mid section kicks he tries to give Nirvana a DDT but Nirvana manages to get himself out of it and sends Jacobson back first onto the mat, Nirvana goes for a foot stomp but Jacobson rolls out of the ring, Nirvana is about to dart over the ropes when the ref stops him.

RW: What on earth is that fucker doing?

JC: Ahem, language.

RW: Eat a dick?

JC: How rude.

Jacobson rolls back into the ring and points at Nirvana angrily he then barges past the ref ready to hit Nirvana, but the ref doesn’t take to kindly and pulls on Jacobson’s arm. Jacobson argues with the ref which gives Nirvana the opening he was looking for. Nirvana quickly executes a quick Hammerlock DDT and then runs to the ropes hitting a picture perfect springboard moonsault! Nirvana hooks the leg as the ref counts.

1… 2… NO!

Nirvana stands up and leaps over Jacobson - who is still down - and bounces off the bottom rope and back onto Jacobson with a sharp leg drop, the fans slowly begin to get more behind the former World champion with each move. Nirvana stands and takes a bow, as he does this Jacobson gets a boot to Nirvana’s groin. Nirvana doubles over as Jacobson slowly gets to his feet. Jacobson whips him into the corner where Nirvana smashes against the turnbuckle, Nirvana lays dormant as Jacobson hits him with clothesline. “The Warrior” turns around, taunting the crowd, not noticing Nirvana leap to the top rope. Nirvana quickly flies off and hits Jacobson with a tornado ddt. Jacobson bounces off the mat and Nirvana goes for the pin.

1… 2… NO!

Nirvana stays on the assault and goes for a figure four but Jacobson manages to kick his legs hard enough to prevent the move. Nirvana doesn’t let off and manages to turn Jacobson over but somehow Jacobson gets a leg out and mule kicks Nirvana in the ass sending him face first through the ropes and to the outside. Daniel gets to his feet and looks down at Nirvana who is about to turn around to get in the ring. Before he can however, Jacobson jumps over the top rope with a cross body knocking Nirvana to the ground!

JC: Nirvana doesn’t look so good now?

RW: Maybe not… But it’s coming.

JC: What is?

RW: IT.

JC: Yeah that clears it up.

Jacobson taunts the crowd before lifting Nirvana up. Nirvana manages to get a quick thumb to the eyes and then kicks Jacobson in the midsection before hitting a harsh Snap Brainbuster! Jacobson lays dormant as Nirvana takes advantage by ascending the turnbuckle and points down at Jacobson on the outside. Nirvana leaps off with his patented Machina [Picture Perfect Moonsault]! Nirvana bounces off him and rolls to the side holding his gut in agony as both men look like they have been in a car crash.

RW: I taught him that one!

JC: Hah. Whatever.

Nirvana is the first to his feet and he takes Jacobson by the head and rolls him into the ring, Nirvana the climbs the apron and springboards over with a splash down onto “The Warrior”… Nirvana then locks in a Boston crab and wrenches back hard on Jacobson, but somehow Jacobson gets a hand on the ropes and the hold is broken, Nirvana is unwilling to let go which causes the ref to pull him off… Nirvana argues a bit with the ref, not noticing Jacobson get back to his feet.

JC: He’s right behind you!!!

RW: Ahhh!

Jacobson runs at Nirvana, but Nirvana side steps and hits a good clean Busaiku Knee Kick, Nirvana then hits Jacobson with a flurry of kicks that he learned in Osaka before pulling him close and hitting a Fishermanbuster!!!

RW: Wow!

Jacobson looks to be out cold as Nirvana jumps to the top rope and poses for the crowd for a moment before leaping off and hitting the second Machina [Picture Perfect Moonsault] of the night!

RW: Daaaaaaaaaaaamn!

Nirvana hooks the leg for a pin.

1… 2… 3!!!

Amanda Summers: And here is your winner… NIRVANA!!!

Myris versus Aidan Morag versus Executioner versus The Pale Rider [-First Fall For Television Title; Second Fall For Intercontinental Title-]

RW: Alright ladies and gentlemen, we've got one hell of a match coming up...

JC: Over the last few months, one Myris has been on a role, defeating everyone that's stood in his way, taking one half of the tag titles, the television and Intercontinental belts as well. Well, someone's had enough and that's going to change tonight!

RW: Good job "JR"...

JC: Eat a dick...

The announcer is standing inside the ring looking out towards the camera sitting in the restless audence...

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a fatal four way scheduled for two falls, the first fall will be for the television championship, and the second, will be for the Intercontinental championship......

The arena cuts to black and Sirius kicks in on the PA. After the intro the screen slowly fades in pixels from black to red and the red gives off a glow that lights the arena. When it gets bright enough to see again the Executioner is seen with his back to the ring, arms in the air. When he suddenly drops his hands red pyros go off and the bass and volume of Sirius jump and then go back to normal. He walks to the ring without acknowledging the crowd, walking like a man on a mission with his eyes focused unwavering on the ring.

Announcer: Introducing first, he weighed in today at two hundred eighty five pounds, from Pintlala, Alabama, EXECUTIONER!

Executioner stands inside the ring, looking out at the crowd but not doing anything else. His music dies down as The Pale Rider come walking out from the back on a black horse? Yes, Rider's horse slowly trots down the isle as the crowd doesn't know what to do.

Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred seventy one pounds, from Truth or Consequences New Mexico, The Pale Rider!!!

The crowd continues with their indecisiveness as Rider dismounts his horse and walks up the ring steps, looking at Executioner and yelling something in his direction before stepping into the ring. At that moment the lights in the arena dim as the intro to "My Life, Your Entertainment" by T.I. plays in the arena.The lights in the arena dim as the intro to "My Life, Your Entertainment" by T.I. plays in the arena.

Hey, hey Hey what's happenin' e'erybody I hope they get my good side You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house You know I know the camera's following I know they taking pictures, right Drama Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that Y'all sit back relax get some popcorn man I'm gonna make it a good show, you dig that This goin' make a hell of a movie huh

Aidan Morag walks from the backstage area as gold and red spotlights shine down on him. Aidan wears his traditional black long tights with red and gold lettering spelling out his name on either side of legs. His head is lowered and his arms cross at his chest. As soon as the beat picks up Aidan's hands raise over his head as he picks up his head and looks around the arena.

My life, your entertainment You watch it while I live it I walk they follow I talk they holla I guess I'm just here for your amusement My life, your entertainment You watch it while I live it You waitin' for me to lose it I guess I'm just here for your amusement

The crowd erupts as Aidan Morag slowly and arrogantly makes his way down the ramp. Aidan circles the ring as the music plays and the crowd eats him up.

The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave E'erything in my possession for my seconds on the stage For my name up in lights and multi-million record sales I done gave up my life, can't get a moment to myself When alone I ask myself, is it worth it? I ain't perfect Neither is anybody else, but I think my kids deserve To be with Daddy out in public without all the interruptions When the lies and gossip's published I'm the topic of discussion And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I ain't lost it And I'd do it all again that's the funny thing about it I ain't playing, boy I'm 'bout it Will I change, boy I doubt it I done been a lot of things, I ain't never been a coward See the paparazzi crowded all around me now Same niggas who was dissin' want a pound like I'm C now Showered with support from my adoring fans They hear T.I.'s arrested they're like here we go again

Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds, from The Bronx, New York, Aidan Morag!

Finally Aidan enters the ring and readys himself for his match. As he does, 'Head like a Hole' starts to play out into the arena, strobe lights start to strafe the arena as they seek the illusive Myris. As the heavy line kicks in Myris emerges from one of the emergency exits in the crowd accompanied by a few of the security staff to keep the hateful crowd at bay. Myris makes his way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, he stands up, removes his shirt and throws it at the referee before standing on the second turnbuckle - a picture of focused tranquility amongst the seething boos from a disapproving crowd.

Announcer: Weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds, from Stirling, Scotland, he is the current, reigning, and defending SFT Television and Intercontinental champions, Myris!

The crowd continues to boo him as he hops the guard rail and slides into the ring with both his belts over his shoulders. The ref takes the belts from Myris, holding them up into the air as each of the four wrestlers stand at each corner in the ring, waiting. The ref hands the belts off before backing out of the center of the ring when Myris steps out from his corner, pointing towards the belts. He starts yelling something at the other three in the ring, it's inaudible for the most part, but it's something about how he's the champ annd they all suck. Aidan leans back, watching the two big guys, who look at each other before walking up on Myris. The champ continues talking shit as the two big guys take a step back and both lift up a leg and boot Myris in the head. The bell rings as Myris rolls out of the ring holding his head.

Rider slowly turns around, and is met with a drop kick sending him over the top rope right next to Executioner, who turns around, going for a clothesline on Aidan, who ducks, bounces on the second rope, springboarding off and doing a back flip in mid air, catches Executioner around the neck, finally landing on the ground before hitting an inverted DDT. The crowd erupts as Myris stands up and boots Rider a couple times before sliding back into the ring. He quickly runs at Aidan, who was in total control, and hits him in the head with a fore arm. He continues to forearm Aidan all the way into a corner. He grabs him and whips him to the opposite corner. Myris taunts the croud, causing a load of booing to commence as we notice Rider standing up outside the ring.

RW: All four of these men looking like they want the win here.

JC: But this match is a cluster f*ck so far!

Myris goes to charge Aidan, but as he does Rider slides in under the bottom rope, quickly getting in the way of Myris' target, and as Myris runs right into Rider, he get's hit with a power slam, dropping his momentum. The crowd cheers as Rider hooks the leg going for the pin. The ref leaps to the mat.

1.....

2.....

Aidan jumps up and as he goes to kick Rider off, he stops and let's the ref make the count...

3!!!

The bell rings once as Rider rolls off of Myris, holding an arm up in the air. Executioner stands up from outside the ring now as Aidan leans back in a corner, clapping as the announcer grabs his mic outside the ring. Executioner now climbs back into the ring, standing in a corner waiting....

Announcer: Winner of the first fall, and the NEW SFT Television champion, The Pale Rider!!!

The crowd shows their mixed reaction as Aidan continues to clap. Rider notices Aidan and walks over, taunting and talking shit as he does. Aidan smirks and shrugs it off. Rider taunts that he wants the Intercontinental belt as well, but Aidan shakes his head in reply. Rider walks up and shoves Aidan back into the corner, as he does, Executioner walks up behind Rider, just waiting in the correct position. Aidan looks at Rider, almost wanting to punch him, but does nothing. Instead he looks behind him, and Executioner, and just points behind Rider. Rider laughs, as he continues talking shit until he turns around and Executioner hits a boot on Rider. Rider drops to the mat and rolls out of the way as Aidan runs at Ex, who simple lifts Aidan off the mat and drops him with a side slam. As he does, Rider stands up and sizes up Executioner, who gets up and looks at Rider across the ring from him.

RW: And now the two biggest in this match about to ger into it.

JC: This should be interesting...

Rider and Ex walk up to each other in the center of the ring, as Aidan lays on the side of the ring. The Rider shows his height by inches over Executioner, almost looking down at him. Executioner pushes Rider, who answers with a punch. Executioner replies with a punch of his own, then in unison both hit each other with an over head chop. The two look at one another before running at the ropes behind them. They hit, running back both going for a big boot to the other. Rider's connects harder than Executioners does, but both men go falling down to the mat. Rider rolls out of the ring as Aidan and Executioner get to their feet and start trading punches with each other. Rider grabs Myris, hitting a couple punches followed with a stiff kick to the gut. He then follows up with a DDT on the mats on the floor, before draging Myris back to his feet and sliding him back into the ring.

RW: Wicked DDT onto Myris outside the ring...

JC: Wonder what's going to go on now. The former champ, err, half champ... no. Wait, the current Intercontinental champion is looking out of it tonight...

RW: Out of it nothing, he's taking a beating out there. I don't think I've seen him land one punch!

Aidan's down in a corner, as Rider starts climbing up the side of the ring. He gets to the apron and Executioner sees him, taking this moment to hit his big boot on Rider again, only this time full force. Rider flies off the ring apron landing on the guard rail hard. Executioner see's the fallen Myris and grabs him. He pulls him to the center of the ring and kicks him in the gut. He stuffs Myris' head between his legs as the crowd starts to cheer!

RW: Could it be Divination?

JC: He's going to do it!!!

As Executioner taunts the cheering crowd, Aidan pulls himself to his feet, having been waiting for his moment. He runs at the two men, leaping into the air, stepping on Myris's back and leaping into Executioner's face with a Shining Wizard out of no where. Ex drops Myris, falls backwards, rolling right out of the ring. Aidan grabs Myris and taunts the crowd quickly before hoisting him up, holding him for a moment, then dropping him sharply on his shoulders.

RW: SICKENING!!!

JC: He could have this!

Just as he's about to make the cover, we see Executioner getting back to the side of the ring. Aidan notices and hits him with a drop kick, sending him flying over to Rider, practically landing on him in a pile. Aidan then quickly goes for the cover on Myris, as the ref drops to his knees... to make the count...

1....

2.....

3!!!

The bell rings as "My Life, Your entertainment" by T.I. hits the speakers and the ref grabs the intercontinental title, handing it to Aidan as he climbs out to get the Television belt for Rider.

Announcer: Your winner, and the NEW Intercontinental champion, Aidan Morag!

Aidan holds the belt into the air as his music plays and the crowd cheers.

Radiant + Schizophrenia versus High Society [-Tag Team Match-]

JC: Dun dun dun!!!

RW: What the hell was that all about?

JC: Well, you know what’s coming up next don’t you? The controversial Tag Team match!

RW: Oh boy. Word has it this was some final effort by Shadow to try and take Radiant out by any means necessary. Why not have two random guys he knows nothing about eliminate him?

JC: Very interesting Randy. I guess we’ll just have to see how things shake out in this match up.

RW: Yes we will.

JC: Take it away Amanda Summers!

We cut to the middle of the ring where ring announcer Amanda Summers is standing with the microphone up near her mouth.

Amanda Summers: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

The lights cut off as the crowd buzzes in anticipation. Heavy guitar rifs echo throughout the arena as "Undead" by Hollywood Undead begins. Suddenly...

"UNDEAD!"
"UNDEAD!"
"UNDEAD!"
"UNDEAD!"
"UNDEAD!"

Green and gold strobe lights go off on either side of the stage as Brett and Johnny Lukas emerge from the backstage area to a mixed reaction from the crowd as the song cuts into full swing.

"You better get up out the way."
"Tomorrow we'll rise so let's fight today."
"You know I don't give a fuck what you think or say."
"'Cause we gon' rock this whole place anyway."

The cousins pose on stage arrogantly before finally strutting down the ramp towards the ring.

Amanda Summers: Introducing first... From Miami, Florida... Brett and Johnny Lukas... HIGH SOCIETY!!!

The two slide into the ring under the bottom ropes. They run to opposite corners, leaping up to the middle ropes, outstretching their arms arrogantly. They hop down as they await the SFT legends.

RW: I’m not too familiar with these two, but sometimes you can be impressed just by looking at a person. I’m impressed with Johnny and Brett Lukas.

JC: Certainly possess an arrogant type of swagger that’s for sure. They’ll be temporary henchmen for the man in power tonight. Not a bad way to kick off your tenure in this company.

RW: Aint’ that the truth.

“Undead” by Hollywood Undead begins fading throughoutthe arena as we cut back to the ring where we see Amanda Summers20again. High Society roam freely in the background behind her as she speaks.

Amanda Summers: And their opponent weighing in at 108 pounds . . . she is . . . SCHIZ-O-PHRENIA!!!

“Pressure Point” by The Zutons hits the speakers as the ever changing Schizophrenia comes out from the back to a surprising rouse of applause and cheers. She immediately starts heading down the ramp with a smile on her face as she waves to fans here and there.

JC: Well, look what the cat dragged in. Long time no see. Welcome back Schizophrenia!

RW: I wish that cat would’ve just left her outside.

JC: Awww come on.

RW: Crazy bitch.

JC: Well, she’s smiling so I’m guessing right now the Jamie personality is present.

RW: Jamie? Isn’t that the nice sweet side? Ha she’ll need to awake her crazy personality if she wants to survive this match.

JC: Yeah I don’t really think she has any control over that Randy.

RW: Oh boy.

Schizophrenia stops just feet before the ring as her smile fades. Both Brett and Johnny Lukas walk up near the ropes and hang over them taunting Schizophrenia. Brett blows Schizo a kiss and starts laughing afterwards as Johnny smacks Brett’s chest with a smirk on his face. Schizophrenia’s nice demeanor alters to a grizzled, chest pum ping, angry woman.

JC: Uh oh I think the Lukas’s just brought JoAnna out.

RW: Eeek!

Brett’s laughing ends abruptly as he notices Schizo’s new state. “Pressure Point” cuts out leaving us with a few seconds of silence. Schizophrenia’s entire body shaking with fury as she burns red with anger. Johnny started to walk around the ring taunting the crowd, but Brett stayed focused and slightly concerned on the new Schizophrenia that’s appeared.

JC: Haha I think Brett might pee himself.

The noise coming from the crowd slowly begins to dwindle out when suddenly the opening for "Tom Sawyer" by Rush begins to play throughout the arenas speakers. The entire crowd stands up and lays in a heavy smatter of boos, though a cheer here and there remains for Radiant as we see them turn towards the stage awaiting his arrival. We cut to the stage as we see Radiant step through the curtains with a sadistic half smile on his face and begins to head down the ramp with World and Tag Team championship gold in tow.

Amanda Summers: And Schizophrenia’s tag team partner from Roya l Oak, Michigan. He is the World Heavyweight champion . . . RADIANT!!!

He carelessly walks by the fans making his way down the ramp ignoring the few hands that extend for a high five. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and comes to a sudden halt. His head tilts in confusion as he just stares at the back of Schizophrenia’s head. “Tom Sawyer” by Rush fades out and the ring bell just randomly rings. Schizophrenia lets out an ear popping scream s Radiant jumps back in shock and uncomfortable horror.

RW: What the hell is she doing? God damnit my ears are bleeding.

Schizo suddenly rushes the ring and enters. She quickly gets up and runs at Brett Lukas who immediately holds up his hands in surprise.

JC: Ah look out Brett!

Schizophrenia leaps up into the air at Brett Lukas and takes him down with a Lou Thesz press and starts wailing away with a flurry of punches. Johnny Lukas turns around and to his surprise sees this happening. He starts to march towards the two on the mat, but the referee immediately gets in front of him and points him towards his corner. Johnny holds up his hands and casually just backs up until he can climb through the ropes and onto the apron. Meanwhile Radiant has hopped up onto his respective corner and begins looking on with an odd smile on his face.

RW: That girl is nuts!

JC: Girls . . .

RW: What?

JC: Girls. There are four of them.

RW: Oh right.

Schizophrenia starts slapping Brett around as she screams. She stops slapping him and wraps her hands around his throat and begins violently choking him. The referee begins a five count and gets all the way to four before reaching down and dragging her off of him. As he pulls her off she starts kicking and screaming. He stands her up and pushes her back to her corner near Radiant. Brett slowly rises to a knee as he looks up to make sure Schizophrenia is not near him. He checks his lip for blood and finally stands up to his feet. Schizo looks on with a crazed look in her eye. Radiant taps her on the shoulder to get her attention. She quickly jolts around looking back at Radiant. Radiant’s head snaps back in an uncertain fear of her. He tries motioning with his hands for her to calm down until the ref suddenly steps in between them and signals that Radiant tagged in.

JC: I’m pretty sure Radiant didn’t mean to do that at all.

RW: Yeah he’d probably prefer that the crazy woman just continued her berserk reign of terror.

JC: Well, he can just tag her back in.

RW: Yep.

Radiant steps through the ropes and holds up his hand as if he was going to tag Schizophrenia back in. Out of nowhere Brett Lukas smashes Radiant in the back with a double axe handle forcing him to fall face first into the middle turnbuckle backing Schizophrenia away from the impact. Brett follows up with a series of stomps turning Radiant over deep into the lower turnbuckle. The ref counts off.

One . . .

Two . . .

Three . . .

Four . . .

Brett backs off, but returns back to Radiant just as quickly. He reaches down and grabs him by the hair standing him up to his feet. He delivers a vicious right hand and pushes him back into the ropes bouncing him off and irish whipping him across to the other side. Radiant hits the ropes and sprints back at Brett. Brett angles himself to the side and snags his inner elbow around the neck of Radiant and locks in a sleeper hold. Brett holds the submission for several seconds only before kicking his own legs out and dropping Radiant some sort of neck choke drop. Lukas rolls over and goes for a quick cover.

One . . .

Two . . . kickout!

JC: Brett would love to put the World champion away early. That would certainly garner him some immediate attention throughout the towers.

RW: Hah he’s not going to put the champ away that easily though.

Brett stands up and drops a quick elbow over the sternum of Radiant. He gets up again reaches down to grab one of Radiant’s legs and one of Radiant’s arms as he drags him near his teams corner. Johnny Lukas puts his hand out as Brett quickly tags him in. Brett picks Radiant up and lifts him into the air before snapping his back across his knee with a backbreaker and holds his position leaving Radiant bent over his knee. Johnny Lukas meanwhile climbs to the top of the ropes and leaps off landing a flying leg drop across the upper chest area of Radiant.

JC: Oh that looked painful.

RW: The champ is go nna need a walker now!

Back to the action as we see Brett Lukas climbing back out through the ropes and now Johnny Lukas is going for another cover.

One . . .

Two . . .

Thr . . . kickout!

Johnny Lukas puts his hands on his head in shock. He wastes no time in getting back up to his feet and bringing Radiant along with him. He holds him by the hair and lets him have a nice hard right shot followed up by another. Johnny picks Radiant up and scoop slams him. He picks him up and scoop slams him again. He picks him up and goes for a third scoop slam. As he lifts Radiant up flipping him around, Radiant manages to slide over the back of Johnny Lukas. Radiant leaps into the air out of nowhere and wrap his legs over the back of Johnny’s neck and flips him backwards onto his stomach with a reverse hurricarana. Both men lay motionless as the ref starts a ten count.

One … Two … Three … Four … Five … Radiant gets on his hands and knees … Six … Johnny does the same … Seven … Eight … Both men stand.

JC: That move was sweet! Almost got the match thrown out though.

RW: Certainly an athletic move by Radiant. Didn’t know he possessed such a maneuver.

Both men begin exchanging some staggering blows. Back and forth, back and forth, Radiant finally manages to block one of Johnny’s punches. He throws his arm aside and rapidly lifts him into the air and whips him down hard to the mat between his spread legs with a Michinoku Driver! Radiant tumbles backwards and rolls to his feet. He looks over at Schizophrenia breathing heavily and points. He walks over to Schizo and tags her in.

JC: Uh oh here comes crazy.

RW: Actually look at the way she’s entering the ring, much more solemn and content.

JC: Crap. I think Schizophrenia may have transformed back into Jamie, the nice.

RW: This might not bode well for Radiant’s team.

Radiant takes a step to the side so Schizophrenia can enter. To his dismay she climbs in under the middle rope slowly and cautiously. Her face looks concerned and gingerly sympathetic. Schizo slowly approaches Johnny from the back as he catches his breath from his hands and knees. He takes a look up at the sad faced Schizo in confusion. Like a flash he grabs her by the waistline of her pants and drags her over to Brett Lukas. He yanks her hair back and tags Brett Lukas in. Brett steps in and starts laughing into the face of Schizophrenia as she almost wells up to start crying or something. Johnny pats her on the cheek then steps back and gets out of the ring.

JC: Ah what’s Brett got on his mind.

RW: I don’t know, but I think Radiant is none too confident in their chances right now if Schizophrenia’s personality is Jamie at the moment.

Radiant has placed his elbow on the turnbuckle as he rests his chin on his palm looking on in disgust. Brett brings Schizo to the center of the ring with a sick look on his face as he burns holes through her eyes continuously yanking on her=2 0hair. The referee runs up and gets in the face of Brett Lukas yelling at him to let go of her hair. He starts a five count.

One … Two … Three … Four … Brett releases her.

The ref puts his finger on Brett’s chest and starts yelling at him not to do that again. Brett holds up his hands and denies any wrong doing all the while turning the ref away from Schizophrenia. As this continues to happen suddenly Radiant climbs into the ring. He slowly walks up behind Schizophrenia and gently turns her around facing towards him.

RW: What is Radiant doing?

JC: I don’t know.

Suddenly Radiant kicks Schizo in the gut and then jumps into the air driving his knee on the back of her head driving her face first into the canvas below with the “Checkmate” finisher!

RW: What the hell?! Radiant just delivered the Checkmate to his partner Schizophrenia.

JC: Aw man I think he got fed up with the sudden personality changes and doesn’t want to further himself in this match anymore. That might just be what the fed heads want him to do.

Radiant continues to sit on his knees, his chest pumping and his eyes wide as looks down upon the unconscious Schizophrenia. Just then he falls to his stomach and rolls out of the ring as he starts to head up the ramp way. He turns around back towards the ring and throws his hands forward blowing the rest of this contest off. Back in the ring we see Brett shove the ref aside and quickly run over to Schizophrenia. He grabs her lifeless body by the hair and stands her up. He smiles before lifting her upside down in the tombstone piledriver position. He slowly turns around in the center of the ring showing the crowd his soon to be sadistic actions. Finally he leaps into the air and spins driving Schizo’s skull into the mat with traumatic force.

RW: I believe he calls that the Midas Touch!

JC: My God . . . I think Schizo’s brain just exploded!

The crowd let’s out a shrieking “Oooooooohhhhhh” as he delivers the move. He starts laughing meanwhile his partner Johnny is in his corner clapping his hands smiling. Brett makes a lazy, easy cover. The ref counts.

One . . .

Two . . .

Thr . . . ee!!!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

We hear Amanda Summers get back on the microphone as Johnny Lukas enters the ring and grabs Brett’s hand to raise it into the air as their music hits again.

Amanda Summers: Here are your winners for this match . . . HIGH SOCIETY!!!

Johnny Fierce versus Nigella Helms-King [-Hardcore Championship Match-]

Amanda Summers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Strike Fantasy Towers World Hardcore Championship.

The fans go wild at the announcement or perhaps at the appearence of Amanda Summers.

"Re-Education (Through Labor)" hits the air as Johnny Fierce enters onto the ramp. He stands at the top with his Hardcore Championship around his waist and takes a brief look around at the arena and fans. He raises his arm and gives himself a quick slap on the back of the neck before jogging down towards the ramp. He loosens up his arms a bit and slides through the bottom rope. He walks to his corner, hands his belt off to the ref and uses the ropes to stretch a little as he readies for his opponent.

“Dynamite” by Christina Aguilera hits and the lights fall to a dim white. A single spotlight lands on the stage.

Dancing ‘til the morning on a velvet sky
Racing to the top with golden rays of light
I never felt so free and yet so dangerous
The night was electronic painted red with lust

Nigella steps out into the light and quickly throws her arms out in triumph. She moves her head up and down to the music as she slowly makes her way down the ramp toward the ring.

All around me that a change is bout to happen
The energy igniting has become my inspiration
If you take a deeper look you'll find the information
I'm only just a figment of controlled imagination
Nigella quickly slides into the ring and leaps to her feet.

JC: That is Nigella Helms-King... not to be confused with her mother, Megan Helms-King.

RW: How could you confuse the two?

JC: Alcohol.

Johnny Fierce and Nigella Helms-King are ready for action, ready for war even. Before the make their way to the center of the ring, they look around at the assorted weapons surrounding the ring for this match. It seems that somebody wants them to destroy one another. They want to destroy each other. Fierce can smell her fear though. He can feel it all around her. It excites him as the two stand face to face. The opening bell sounds and Fierce dares Nigella to make the first move. Instead of going for a slap like most do at this point, Nigella headbutts Fierce. Fierce takes a step back and rubs his nose, checking for blood. There is a drop, but nothing much more. Fierce smiles at Nigella, then blows her a kiss. This furiates her and she hits the ropes and he shoulder blocks her. He then jumps over her and she dives underneath his feet, trying to trip him. She jumps to her feet as he runs and bounces off the opposite ropes. She ducks a clothesline and he hits the ropes. She dives over his head and he goes underneath, then hits the ropes. She drops down under his feat and he jumps over, then hits the ropes. On the way back she is up and dives over his head. This time, he catches her in midair and plants her with a jacknife powerbomb. He goes for the quick pin.

1... NO!

As you can imagine, she kicked out quickly. Fierce gets up and drags her around the ring by her hair and the referee can do nothing about it. He seats her in the corner and gives two stomps to her chest before pushing against her face with his boot. He gets in three boot scrapes before running and hitting the opposite ropes. As he comes in for a boot to the face, she ducks out at the last second and slides out of the ring, then grabs his leg and trips him up. As Fierce is now on his back, she grabs both legs and pulls him as hard as she can so that his crotch is introduced to the ringpost. This gets a nice uproar from the crowd and Nigella slides back into the ring. She drags him out of the corner and hits the ropes, then hits a flipping leg drop. She goes for the cover.

1... NO!

Nigella gets up and gets the crowd into the match by clapping as Fierce gets to his feet. Nigella bounces off the ropes and comes back towards Fierce and attempts a cross body block but Fierce catches her and walks her to the apron. He snarls as he tosses her backwards in a half fallaway slam over the top rope. The crowd boos as Fierce raises his arms before climbing out of the ring as well. Johnny walks around to the timekeeper and tosses him out of his chair and to the ground. He grabs the chair and folds it up before heading back over to Nigella. Fierce raises the chair above his head, preparing to blast his foe when suddenly Nelly pops up to her knees and lands a good shot to the groin. Fierce drops the chair and stumbles backwards as Nigelle hops to her feet.

The crowd cheers as she lands a dropkick sending him staggering backwards. She hits another one yet he still doesn't go down. She climbs back up to her feet one more time and lands another one, dropping him to the floor. She quickly grabs the chair and sets it up. She drags Fierce over to it, smashing his head down into the seat. She leaves him sitting there as she rolls back into the ring and ascends the nearest turnbuckle. The crowd goes crazy as she leaps to the outside, landing a brutal legdrop sandwiching Fierce's head between her leg and the chair! Fierce crumples over, falling back to the ground. Nelly quickly takes advantage, flips him over, and hooks a leg.

1... 2... NO!

Fierce manages to kick out! Nelly crawls to the apron and looks under the ring. She finally pulls out a metal trash can, a fire extinguisher and a ladder. She picks the fire extinguisher up as Fierce slowly begins crawling up the ramp. He finally gets back up to his feet, facing the entrance, dazed. He spins around to see Nelly run at him with the extinguisher. He barely manages to duck the blow, grabbing the fire extinguisher from her hands right after he does. She attempts a clothesline but before she can connect, he sprays the can in her face. She screams and tries her best to protect her eyes. Fierce finishes it up by blasting her in the face with it! Nelly drops to the ground.

Fierce throws the extinguisher down and heads back to ringside. He picks the trash can up and carries it back over to her. He sets Nelly up in a sitting position before placing the trash can over the upper half of her body. He walks back to ringside and reaches under the apron, finally coming out with a sledgehammer. He raises it to a booing crowd before heading back to her. He roars as he smashes the sledgehammer down into the trash can, into her face! The crowd groans in agony as Nigella lies lifelessly on the ramp. After a few moments of taunting the crowd, Fierce decides to cover.

1... 2... NO!

Fierce arrogantly pulls her up out of the pin, breaking the count which is met by anger from the crowd. Fierce stands and stomps Nelly in the gut before walking back to ringside and grabbing the ladder. He lays it against the apron and makes sure it's steady before turning his attention back to Helms-King. He lifts her to her feet. He walks her a little ways closer to the ring before attempting to whip her towards the ladder... Somehow she manages to reverse it and sends Johnny face first into the steel following it up with a running clothesline to the back of his head. The two fall to the ground, both out of it. The ref checks on both competitors to make sure they are able to compete still. Slowly Nelly crawls to Fierce and covers.

1... 2... NO!

Nelly grabs the apron and pulls herself to her feet. She grabs the ladder and sets it up. She slowly begins to climb to the top. Inch by inch, rung by rung... She finally reaches the top. Flashes go off all throughout the audience as she stands atop the ladder with her arms spread. Finally she leaps off nailing a perfect Starlight Drop [450 Splash]!!!! She hooks the leg for the pin as the crowd goes crazy.

1... 2... NO!!!

JC: How on earth did Fierce kick out of that?

RW: How did we forget to add commentary to the whole match?

JC: If only Phil and Steve weren't fired. They would have been talking this entire match.

RW: We are nothing more than corporate tools.

Neither competitor is moving at this point. After the hellacious battle they just went through, what more could they possibly throw at each other? There is a slight "Nelly" chant that slowly escalates into the fans roaring and clapping for the rising star. The encouragement from her fans helps her roll over onto all fours and slowly go to one knee, then to her feet. All the while, she is catching her breath and hoping Fierce doesn't do so quicker. The champion is hardly moving and Nigella walks over to him. She goes to grab him by the neck and he reaches up, pulling her down to the mat with a small package.

1... 2... NO!

JC: What a swift idea from Fierce.

Nelly gets to her feet, then Fierce does. She grabs a chair and swings at Fierce and he kicks her kneecap, taking the young star back down to the mat. Fierce picks up the chair and when Nigella stands up, he throws the chair at her. She catches it and he hits a missile dropkick, making the chair connect with her face!

RW: Reconstructive Surgery!

Fierce falls on top of Helms-King and the referee drops to the mat.

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

JC: He's done it again! Johnny Fierce has retained the Hardcore Championship!