BREAKDOWN OPENING
RW: Gooooood evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Sunday Night Breakdown!
JC: Yes indeedy Randy and do we have some goodies in store for you all here tonight. A couple championships are on the line tonight including the World Heavyweight Championship as Josh Konnely looks to defend it!
RW: Yes sir. Without further ado, whaddya say we kick this show off partner?
JC: Let's do it!
RW: Alright. First up is Allisa O'Toole versus Redd!
MATCH
NUMBER ONE
JC: Here we go with Allisa versus Redd
RW: This should be a good match.
"The Ballad" by The Testament starts the lights dim and Redd walks to the ring slowly with his head lowered and just enters the ring.
RW: There's Redd. He has his work cut out for him tonight.
JC: Ain't that the truth.
"The Wreckoning" by Boomkats begins to blast out of the PA system and the beautiful Allisa O'Toole steps out dressed in a bright coloured suit with matching top hat and swagger stick. Pyros are released all over creating a rainbow of light all around. She struts down to the ring and she is helped up by the ring announcer. Inside, she raises her arms to cheers - her reputation far proceeds her then she waits for her opponent resting against a turnbuckle with her arms crossed over her chest.
JC: Here comes Allisa!
RW: She looks fired up!
Allisa runs at Redd with a forearm, Redd ducks, kicks her in the midsection, DDT’s her, he kisses her on the lips which she looks like she hates, then he nails an inverted slingshot suplex as he covers her.
1...
2...
3!
Allisa rolls out of the ring pissed, Redd just shakes his head.
JC: I guess....we know whose better now, don’t we?
RW: I guess.
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Redd via Pinfall!!! MATCH
NUMBER TWO
As Daniel Jacobson paces back and forth in the ring, Alexis Shriver can be heard yelling words of "wisdom" to "The Warrior", awaiting his upcoming battle Daniel shoots a glance towards the rampway as the sounds of "No More Fears" by Dale Oliver ring out through the arena as 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. T.K. slide into the ring keeping his eyes on the all too cunning Daniel Jacobson.
RW: Both challengers are in the ring and ready to do battle, but are they ready for the large and in charge Hardcore Champion?
JC: I'm not sure
RW: All I know is I feel an ominous presence in the air tonight, not sure what it is, maybe an injury, a title change, something...
RW: Your mom dropped you didn't she John? And here comes our champion now!
As the first heavy guitar strains of Korn's Coming Undone fill the arena, Waylander steps out of the back, heralding the arrival of the massive wrestler. Z saunters out behind him, smirking in mild amusement, ignoring the crowd's equal parts cheers and jeers. Making his way slowly to the ring following his manager Z begins to scope out the two much smaller men in the ring awaiting to do battle with him over his prized hardcore title.
JC: A look of sheer determination on the face of Grizzly tonight.
RW: That's for sure John...
Z then hands his title off to his manager, Waylander, who in turn takes it over to the time keepers table, making sure everyone knows whose it is and to stay back. Z is now slowly pulling himself onto the apron, still watching his opponents intently. All the men now stand in almost a triangle throughout the ring as the bell sound signaling the beginning of the match. Quickly both Tk and Daniel rush Grizzly Z connecting with kick after kick and punch after punch, backing the much larger man into the corner. As both men continue the assault Z is seen mounting an offense of his own, returning some of the punches sent by the other two men and then without warning Z takes a giant step out of the corner sending Jacobson flying halfway across the ring. Z then turns his attention to Tk, who is almost in awe over the raw power behind the man called "Grizzly", throwing him into the corner and unleashing a vicious serious of rights and lefts followed up by a couple back elbows, leaving Money in the corner dazed and with one hell of a headache.
RW: The opening minute has already been a brawl.
JC: Did you expect any less.
RW: Course not John, this if FOR GOLD!!!
Looking out at the crowd for a moment Z lifts a big boot up and plants it clean across the throat of TK Money, slowly choking the life out of the much smaller man. Out of nowhere a loud bang is heard as Grizzly Z drops to the ground, standing behind him is Daniel Jacobson now with trashcan in hand and ready to use it. As he swings towards the head of Tk we can see Mr. Money drop to his back and slide out of the ring attempting to recollect himself, but while grabbing for his throat and trying to regain his breathe Daniel lifts the trashcan high above his head and sends it out of the ring crashing down on the head and back of Tk sending him to the floor in a heap. Turning to taunt the crowd Jacobson is then met by a giant clothseline from the hardcore champion.
JC: Z just almost took his head off with that one.
RW: And Waylander couldn't look more pleased about it.
Picking up the almost foot shorter man Grizzly is quick to send Jacobson back to the ground with a snap suplex, Grizzly then goes for the early pin.
1...!
2..Kickout!
JC: It's not gonna happen that easy champ!
Grizzly obviously angered then lunges back to his feet bringing up "The Warrior" with him and sending him into the ropes with an Irish whip, ducking another clothseline attempt Daniel bounces off the opposite ropes and send a dropkick into the center of the big mans chest, sending him realing backwards against the ropes, where he is met with a serious of chops and forearms to the chest, finally realizing nothing is working Jacobson takes off for the ropes once more and on his return lands a huge crossbody block taking both men over the top rope and out of the ring, much to the liking of Alexis Shriver, and much to the dismay of Waylander.
JC: Huge offense mounted by Daniel, we can see how bad he wants it.
Clutching his ribs Daniel stumbles to his feet grasping the apron for support only to be met with a baseball slide from the now recovered Tk Money, sending Jacobson over Z and rib first into the announce table.
RW:: Up close and personal is Daniel Jacobson!!!
Leaving the ring Tk throws the apron up and begins his search under the ring for whatever he can find that may help him come out on top in this dangerous match, first comes a table, followed by an 8 foot ladder, and a few more trashcans filled with different goods of pain. Tk then reveals his weapon of choice at the moment, a crutch! Lifting it high above his head Tk slowly turns towards the gasping and grounded Daniel Jacobson, but before he can make his swing Tk is grabbed up and dropped hard on the back of his head by a back suplex from Grizzly Z, now very angry at his situation Grizzly grabs up the crutch and begins to swing, first connecting with the back of Tk Money and then directly to the ribs and abdomen of Daniel Jacobson, contorting the crutch around Jacobson's stomach and waist. Grizzly then turns his attention to some of the items brought out by Tk, Grizzly slowly tosses both tables in the ring then grabs up the ladder, letting both downed opponents have a quick taste of it before he moves into the ring.
RW: What could be on the mind of Z now? What sort of damage could he want to inflict?
JC: That feeling I spoke of is getting stronger RW:, this can't be good for anyone.
Setting up the ladder in the near corner Grizzly heads back out of the ring grabbing the now recovering Tk Money and sliding him most of the way into the ring leaving his head hanging out over the apron, the big man then moves into the ring, grabs the legs of Tk and delivers a quick guillotine to the bottom rope, knocking the wind out of Tk Money for the time being, picking Tk up to his feet Z looks out at the crowd who begin to cheer and boo for the situation, and with a kick to the gut Z places Tk between his legs and connects with "Grizzly Justice" leaving Tk defenseless and motionless near the edge of the ring. Z then drags the man to the center of the ring and lays two hands on the chest in a very cocky pin.
1...!
2...!
SMASH!!!
The pin is quickly ended as the ladder that had been in the corner a moment ago was now laying across the back of the large champion thanks to a dive from the corner by Jacobson, with ladder in hand.
JC: Oh my god! That was a hellacious display of determination from "The Warrior"!!!
RW: Proving how much you want to win is what I call it...
JC: It's genius lingering on the virge of stupid if you ask me...
All three men are now down in the center of the ring as both managers are outside the ring freaking out, cheering their respective wrestlers. The crowd is now in fully swing with a "holy shit" chant as Daniel Jacobson rises to his knees, crawling over to the semi-concious Grizzly and attempting a pin.
1...!
2...!
...Kickout!!!
RW: OH! So close!
Smacking the mat Jacobson gets to his feet grabbing one of the tables in the process, dragging it to the corner where the ladder had just been, setting it up for someone to be put through. Moving towards the other table Jacobson notices Tk Money stirring and begins to deliver a couple kicks to the small of the back of Tk, picking Money up Daniel is quick to take Tk down with a vicious DDT. Once again getting to his feet Jacobson looks around for some inspiration, then with a final look down at Tk, Jacobson makes his way to the corner nearest to Tk climbing to the top rope, but before anything can be done Jacobson is knocked down onto the top turnbuckle and a very unkind manner by the once again mobile Grizzly Z. Gripping Jacobson by the throat Z spins around pulling Daniel off the top rope in a mean chokeslam, sending Daniel rolling across the ring into the ladder, which still lay on the ground near the apron.
JC: Z could have just saved his title, for the time being.
Leaning up against the turnbuckle for a moment Z looks out for a bit of guidance from Waylander who points towards the table still lying down in the ring, Z takes note and moves towards the table, dragging it to the opposite side of the ring from the cornered table, he then sets it up aligning it with the turnbuckle. Grizzly then grabs Tk up from the ground, leading him towards the corner Grizzly is quick to pick up Money and plant him on the turnbuckle facing the crowd, then with a final rude gesture out to the crowd Grizzly stands Tk up places his head between Tk's legs and positions himself for a powerbomb, but as he begins the descent Tk reverses it into "The Blood Debt" sending Z crashing face first through the table.
RW: What a counter by T.K. Money!!! Can he capitalize?!?
As Tk leaps to his feet he is met with a ladder to the gut, and as the ladder drops to the ground Daniel Jacobson is seen leaping into the air, grabbing Tk's head, and leading him down into the ladder head first with "The Last Chance".
JC: LAST CHANCE!!! LAST CHANCE!!!
Rolling Tk over Daniel is quick to make the pin...
1...!
2...!
3...!
JC: And there it is, the title change I spoke of!!! And only at the cost of his ribs, Daniel Jacobson should be very proud of himself.
RW: Very proud is an understatement, he took on two extremely tough individuals here tonight and came out on top.
The bell rings as "Requim For A Dream" by Clint Mansell begins to play signaling victory for "The Warrior", the ref and Alexis Shriver are quick to meet Daniel in the center of the ring with his newly gained Hardcore title, but before much of a celebration can be made, the lights begin to flicker as the Striketron pulls up a smoke filled scene where the words "A Revolutionary In The Art of PAIN..."
JC: That feeling is back, REALLY BAD now.
RW: I don't blame you John, this IS a bit wierd.
The lights on the ramp begin to flicker red as "Silent Wars" can be heard now echoing through the arena...
JC: Oh...my...god...Please tell me it's not who I think it is...
As John's words fall on now near deaf ears the crowd is exploding knowing what to expect, and no sooner do the words fall then out from behind the curtain steps an all too familiar face to the world of SFT, "The Beast" Dameon!
RW: I trust your bad feelings now John, this can't be good for anyone in that ring or around it, I might wanna get out of here while I can.
JC: I know the feeling RW:, but we have a job to do, and insurance to keep, we might need it.
The crowd erupts as Dameon charges down the ramp with a full head of steam, sliding into the ring the lights fly back on and Dameon can be seen holding his handy kendo stick, flipping his head back Dameon clears the hair from his face and moves towards the kneeling Daniel Jacobson, who has Alexis Striver standing in front of him, as if trying to protect her champion from the massive creature standing before them. The spiteful mistress then stands toe to toe with "The Beast" and tries to shove him back, but is met with a kendo stick to the top of the head for her troubles, the crowd then erupts in approval of the violent act.
RW: Alexis, meet Dameon...
Spinning his head towards the referee Dameon is quick to scare the "zebra" out of the ring and turn his attention to the still recovering hardcore champion. Dropping the kendo stick Dameon lifts Jacobson to his feet, delivers a kick to the gut, then raises "The Warrior" onto his shoulders, stretching the mans arms out in a "messiah-esque" way Dameon turns towards the table placed in the corner, takes a step, and heaves the two-hundred thirty pound Jacobson back and rib first through the now formerly solid table. Dameon then begins to laugh that maniacal laugh as he makes his way back to the center of all the destruction, grabbing his kendo stick and asking for a microphone.
JC: Oh great, and now he wants to speak...
RW: Would you rather him come give you the same greeting he gave our new Hardcore Champ?
JC: No, I'm good...
Dameon: It's been awhile hasn't it...
The crowd blows up in a mixture of cheers and boo's both from fans of Dameon and fans of Jacobson.
Dameon: I know, I know, I hurted your poor little champion, and for that I'm sorry...
Dameon then bursts out into laughter, obviously lieing about how sorry he was. Stepping around the ring slowly Dameon makes his way to Grizzly Z who has pulled himself into the corner of the ring with back placed up against the bottom turnbuckle, glaring up at the unknown entity Grizzly seems very confused, but is too exhausted to make much of a move.
Dameon: Well now, who is this...?
Dameon then leans down placing the microphone near the face of Z, repeating once again "Who is this...?" Dameon looks deep into the eyes of Z, as if trying to scare the soul right out of the now former champion.
Grizzly: Name's... Grizzly...
Pulling the microphone away abruptly Dameon looks down onto the heap of a man in the corner.
Dameon: Well Mr. Grizzly, meet your worst nightmare, personified...
As Dameon's sentence ends, he drops his kendo stick and lunges towards the head of Z with the microphone clinched in hand, repeatedly Dameon bounces the microphone off the skull of Grizzly, causing blood to flow from the already hardened head of Grizzly Z. Then rising back to his feet Dameon begins to continue his saunter around the ring and towards TK Money.
Dameon: Now I know you all might be wondering, where the hell did he come from? For that matter, where the hell did he go? Well frankly, I don't believe I should have to tell all of you, but I will be nice. You see when a person becomes to overwhelmed by their own personal demons, well, they need to take a slight break from things, and sadly enough I had to take a slight break from my favorite hobby... Hurting people.
The crowd once again pops, loving violence as much as the next crazed group of wrestling fans.
Dameon: But now, times are better, for all, because "The Beast" has returned to the SFT, but I am not going into this return instantly expecting what I left before I recieved, the world heavyweight championship, but on the contrary, I am here to fight, hurt people, and work my way back up the ladder I have already climbed once in this company, but this time I will get up that last rung, and be proud owner of what should by all means, be mine... But first thing first...
Dameon moves over to where Daniel Jacobson and his newly gained Hardcore title lay.
Dameon: You want to be hardcore champion Daniel, then prepare to experience the world of hardcore first hand, because like I said, I'm not trying to start on the top, I'm back at the bottom, and that means coming after, well you now Daniel... Isn't winning a joy...?
Patting the crumpled up champions head Dameon then makes his way back to the center of the ring where TK Money is rising back to his feet after his hellacious battle.
Dameon: There were three people here...? Well who is... Oh crap! It's former Blood Money member TK Money! Come on everyone lets give a hand to this brave competitor.
The crowd begins to cheer as Tk looks up from the ground only to see the six foot five, two-hundred forty-five pound "Beast" standing toe to toe with him, Tk's jaw immeadiately drops as he begins to turn trying to vacate the ring.
JC: TK looks as if he has just seen a ghost...
RW: Don't you remember the hell Dameon put all of Blood Money through in their final months?
JC: Who could forget
RW: Surely not Tk...
As Tk tries to make his escape Dameon reaches out clutching the hair of Mr. Money, and before any form of fight can be put up from Tk he is on the shoulder of Dameon, and brought down quickly on his head via "The Gallow's End" Dameon slowly rolls away from Tk grabbing the microphone and kendo stick once again. Dameon then makes his way towards the ropes, leading himself out of the ring Dameon then moves towards the crowd then as he looks back on last time.
Dameon: Oh how I missed it...
Dropping the mic Dameon then steps over the guardrail and makes his exit just as fast as he appeared.
JC: This has been an insane night so far, and is only gonna get better, we have a world title match to come, but up next, we have other former Blood Money member "Twilight" against the one and only...
RW: DARK WOLF!!!
JC: You like his name or something?
RW: Hey, it sounds cool...
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Daniel Jacobson via Pinfall!!! MATCH
NUMBER THREE
Basketcase by Greenday hits and Twilight slowly walks to the ring, the United States Championship belt around his waist. In the ring Twilight takes the title belt off, and sits in his corner with the belt draped across his stomach.
JC: Well, there's Twilight. The US Champion's entrance always makes me want to fall asleep.
RW: Yeah, and his entrance usually lasts longer than his matches. He's the Towers' resident one minute man.
JC: The United States Championship is not on the line tonight, though, is it?
RW: I don't think so, but I'm not really sure anymore.
The guitar intro to Plowed by Sponge begins as the arena stands on its feet. Fans with their signs peer to get a glimpse of The Dark Wolf. Then the Drum beat picks up. The lights dim and as the vocals start The Dark Wolf swiftly lunges out from backstage to a roar from the crowd. He stands there somewhat transformed by who he was and who is meant to be.
As the arena welcomes him, his focus changes from his re-found fans. To the ring. A smirk runs sidelong on his face as he charges the ring and circles the ring once. Then leaping, he pivots turning and sliding his knee on the apron and looks over the crowd once more.
He nods his head and goes into the ring through the ropes to the far side of the ring. The Dark Wolf climbs the corner turnbuckle and poses as the arena lights up with the flash of cameras that is like a free entrance lightshow. He then drops to the ring as the lights come back up.
JC: Alright, let's get this thing started.
RW: And get out your stopwatches, folks!
The bell rings as Twilight rises up out of the corner. He immediately grabs The Dark Wolf for a lock-up, and quickly takes him down with an arm drag. Dark Wolf bounces right back up and responds with an arm drag of his own. Twilight is back up only momentarily before TDW hits him with a dropkick and sends him back to the mat. Twilight begins to get frustrated and he slides out of the ring.
RW: Here we go!
JC: Here we go with what?
The Dark Wolf crosses to the ropes and leaps over the top rope with a vaulting body press, taking Twilight down to the floor. On the outside, Dark Wolf lifts Twilight up and slams him to the floor with a scoop slam. He pulls Twilight up again and hits a side Russian leg sweep, dropping Twilight onto his back again. TDW slides into the ring again and climbs to the top rope.
JC: The Dark Wolf heads up to the high rent district! This could get dangerous!
RW: That's a long way down!
The referee's count is at six as Twilight pulls himself to his feet and turns around in time to see The Dark Wolf leaping off the top rope at him. Twilight sidesteps the attack, swatting Dark Wolf down into the security barrier. The US Champion quickly hooks TDW for the Darkest Lights. The Dark Wolf blocks Twilight with an elbow to the gut and counters his way out of the inverted face lock. He turns quickly and lifts the champion with a flapjack, dropping Twilight chest first into the security wall as the referee begins his count over.
JC: Turnabout is fair play, I guess.
RW: Yeah, especially when turnabout happens to Twilight.
The Dark Wolf grabs a stunned and breathless Twilight, and sends him back into the ring. Dark Wolf slides in after him and immediately rolls Twilight into a lateral press.
JC: There's the pin!
RW: 1... 2... not quite! Twilight kicks out!
Twilight and The Dark Wolf are both back up on their feet now, and Twilight hits Dark Wolf with an open-handed slap, followed by a clothesline. The champion quickly brings The Dark Wolf back to his feet, and puts him down with a Russian leg sweep of his own.
JC: Here comes Twilight now.
RW: Well, that does it for his arsenal. Now what's he got left?
Twilight goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He dives off the top rope, but connects with nothing but canvas as The Dark Wolf dives out of the way.
JC: Crash and burn!
RW: We don't often see Twilight go to the top rope. Maybe he was going for his patented "Two-El-Dee-En-Eee Later."
JC: Man, what's gotten into you tonight? You're really hating hard on Twilight.
RW: Where have you been all these years, John? I've always hated that guy.
Twilight gets up slowly, and The Dark Wolf quickly hits his trademark Super Kick.
JC: Could that do it?!
RW: Probably.
The Dark Wolf goes to the ropes and climbs out onto the ring apron. He waits for Twilight to get back to his feet. When Twilight stands up, Dark Wolf goes for a springboard. Just as TDW lands on the top rope, Twilight throws a crescent kick, surprising The Dark Wolf and striking him square in the chest. The kick knocks the wind out of Dark Wolf, and also knocks him off the top rope. TDW free falls out to the floor, unable to protect himself as he lands hard on the floor.
JC: What a kick by Twilight!
RW: He got lucky! He did that out of desperation!
JC: Desperate or not, The Dark Wolf got thrown off the top rope by it. I think the back of his head bounced off the thinly padded concrete floor on the landing!
RW: That was a bad landing for sure! And here we go again!
Twilight collapses to the mat, still out of breath himself. The referee begins to count as The Dark Wolf turns to his stomach on the outside, holding the back of his head.
1..... 2..... 3..... 4..... 5..... 6..... 7..... 8..... The Dark Wolf gets to a knee on the floor as Twilight does the same in the ring. 9..... TDW and Twilight both get to their feet. The Dark Wolf tries to slide back into the ring. 10!
JC: Did he make it?!
RW: Come on! Not again!
The referee calls for the bell as The Dark Wolf got back in the ring just a half second too late.
JC: It's over! Surely The Dark Wolf must have knocked himself out on that fall to the floor, and Twilight is going to get a win out of it!
RW: Another countout in a Twilight match, what a shocker! And I've got 1:57 for the time of match. I think that's got to be a record long for Twilight!
JC: Well, not everyone's going to be happy about it, but the countout gives Twilight the victory.
RW: I think we need to implement Extreme Rules for all of Twilight's matches. Make him win or lose in the ring by pin or submission like everyone else.
JC: Extreme Rules? What the Hell are Extreme Rules?
RW: I... I don't know. Must have been something I saw in an indy-fed.
In the ring, an angry Dark Wolf lunges at Twilight with a flying forearm. He kips up as Twilight gets to a knee. The Dark Wolf quickly runs to the ropes in front of Twilight, bounces off and clobbers him with a shining wizard. TDW starts to climb out of the ring, and then stops as he looks back at the prone Twilight. Dark Wolf steps back into the ring and rolls Twilight onto his back. He grabs Twilight's legs and turns him over in an elevated Boston crab.
RW: A Lion Tamer from The Dark Wolf?!
JC: Lion Tamer?
RW: ...It's an indy thing again.
JC: ...You really have to stop going to the indy shows.
Twilight shouts out in pain as The Dark Wolf punishes him in the hold. Dark Wolf suddenly releases the hold and slides out of the ring, as he sees TK Money charging down the ramp. The Dark Wolf climbs over the security wall as TK slides into the ring to aid his fallen partner.
JC: We really saw an aggressive side of The Dark Wolf tonight. He was not happy one bit about that countout loss.
RW: Well, you know what they say about payback, John.
TK Money helps Twilight to his feet and out of the ring, as The Dark Wolf leaves through a supportive crowd.
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Twilight via Countout!!! MATCH
NUMBER FOUR
JC: Ok now it’s now time for Murphy versus the returning Jack Jones.
RW: It’s very nice to see Mr. Jones back in SFT.
JC: Is it?
RW: I don’t know! The more the merrier!
We cut to the middle of the ring with Amanda Summers.
Amanda Summers: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is schedule for one fall!
"Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Mötley Crüe hits the loudspeakers and gold pyro erupts at the stage area. Kyle Murphy steps out and walks down the ramp to ringside, where leaps to the top of the steps, then walks backward to the middle of the apron. He raises his left arm before stepping through the ropes and into the ring.
Amanda Summers: Making his way down to the ring first weighing in at 275 pounds, he is . . . KYLE MURPHY!!!
From there he goes to the far corner and climbs to the second rope. The crowd roars its approval, and Murphy steps down off the second rope. He holds up his right arm and prepares himself for a fight.
JC: Ah the crafty veteran Kyle Murphy. I can’t believe how long this guy has been around. Even in this tough time for SFT he is around gutting it out.
RW: Certainly a fantastic competitor. Let’s see how he fairs against the, shall we say, lesser Jack Jones?
JC: That’s not very nice.
RW: Sorry… less experiences.
JC: Eh better I suppose.
“Mutherfucker Of The Year” by Motley Crue fades as we cut to the main stage. Suddenly “I Got Friends In Low Places” by Garth Brooks starts to play as “Cowboy” Jack Jones steps out from the back. He stands in the center of the stage and looks around the crowd to a minimal reaction before sprinting down the ramp before Amanda Summers can even properly introduce him. His music fades as he slides into the ring and Kyle Murphy wastes no time stomping on Jack Jones.
RW: Murphy certainly isn’t intimidated.
JC: Haha I’ll say.
DING! DING!
Amanda Summers exits the ring finally as the bell sounds and Murphy continues his stomping rampage on Jack Jones. Murphy lifts up the scrappy Jack Jones and Irish whips him into the ropes. Jack hits the ropes hard and flies back towards Murphy who bends slightly and catches him with a rising military press. He hesitates for a couple seconds before tossing Jack Jones down onto his back crashing into the canvas. Murphy picks him back up again and lifts him up into the air from the side. He pauses once again with his maneuver then snaps Jack Jones’s back over his knee with a devastating backbreaker.
RW: Whoa I think Murphy may have broken Jack Jones in half there!
Kyle Murphy hooks Jones’s leg for a pin.
One . . . Two . . . Thr—kickout!
JC: Close one. Murphy apparently wants to put this one away quickly.
RW: Here comes a cliché for Jack Jones, “He may be small, but his heart is big.”
JC: Well, Murphy’s fist is big so he’s winning.
RW: Point taken.
Murphy pushes himself knuckles first off the mat and to his feet. As he starts to lift Jones up to his feet suddenly the nimble Jones produces a spark of energy and starts delivering some quick elbow jabs to the mid section of Kyle Murphy. He follows up with a boot to the gut then follows that up with a speedy little neck breaker. Now Jack Jones is going for a pinfall.
One . . . Two—kickout!
JC: Barely a two count. He’ll need more offense than that to put away the former multi-time World Heavyweight Champion.
Back to the action now Jones is dropping multiple elbow drops across the sternum of Kyle Murphy, again and again and again. He bends down to pick up the larger man who is quick to shed himself of Jones as he swipes away his hands and belts him in the ribs with a knee knocking the wind out of Jones completely. He stops and looks down at the back of the leaning/staggering Jack Jones and shakes his head almost in pity. He wraps his arms around the side of Jones and flips him into the air and plants him into the mat with a powerful Car Bomb. He holds him into a pinning position.
One . . . Two . . . Three!!!
JC; Yep that does it.
DING! DING!
RW: An alright showing from “Cowboy” Jack Jones, but Murphy just proves to be too much for him right now as Kyle Murphy picks up the victory.
JC: The effort was there!
RW: Yes it was.
JC: Hahaha.
“Mutherfucker Of The Year” by Motley Crue starts to play again as Murphy has stood back up and has his hand raised. The referee tends to the motionless Jack Jones as Murphy makes me way to the ropes.
RW: The carnage…
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Kyle Murphy via Pinfall!!! MATCH
NUMBER FIVE
JC: Oh boy it's World Heavyweight Title match time! I am so freakin' excited!
RW: Easy there sport it's a big match, but it's not like the Obama inauguration or anything.
JC: I voted for Nader.
RW: Why the hell did you vote for Nader?
JC: Somebody had to.
RW: ...you are such an idiot. God, anyway take it away Amanda Summers!
We cut to the middle of the ring where ring announcer Amanda Summers is standing with microphone in hand and senior referee Hendrix is standing behind her in the background. Off to the side in front of one of the turnbuckles we notice Dave Van Dam had already entered the ring and is getting loose off one of the ropes.
Amanda Summers: Ladies and gentlemen it is now time for the Main Event! This contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Heavyweight Championship! In the ring now, the challenger, weighing in at 240 pounds . . . DAVE VAN DAM!!!
Dave steps forward and raises an arm into the air to a rousing applause from the crowd. He pumps his arms down by his waist and continues to exercise himself ready.
JC: Boy is it great to have DVD back in SFT. He looks fantastic as well.
RW: Yeah he does and it didn't take him very long at all to snatch the Intercontinental championship and now he's aiming for another World Heavyweight title reign. Let's see if he can do it!
"NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE ANGER!" The lights flicker, and then go out as "In The Face Of Anger" by Shattersphere blares through the arena. 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.
Amanda Summers: And his opponent. Weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the World Heavyweight Champion . . . JOSH KONNELY!!!
He runs up the steps, walks to the center of the apron, and climbs through the ropes into the ring. He spins around with his arms out reveling in the shower of boos he's receiving. He un-straps his championship belt and hands it over cautiously to referee Hendrix. His music quickly starts to fade as Hendrix raises the World Heavyweight Championship to show the crowd. Hendrix walks over to the ropes and hands the title through the ropes to an SFT crew member.
JC: Oh this one should be a doozy. Both competitors have been psyching themselves all week for this bout.
RW: Have a prediction John?
JC: You know what I know he just came back and all, but I think ring rust will slow Dave down at all so I'll go with DVD.
RW: I have a good feeling about Josh Konnely. Well, I have a bad feeling about him actually because he's one bad dude, but he's my pick to win.
JC: Well let's find out.
RW: Lets!
We see Amanda Summers exiting the ring as referee Hendrix calls both men to the center of the ring as they begin to stare one another down. Hendrix looks at both guys then tosses his right hand to call for the bell.
DING! DING!
Josh Konnely lifts a finger pointing it directly in Dave's face and starts yapping. Dave places his hands on his hips and simply smiles standing his ground. Konnely bobs his head up and down in a fierce disbelief that Dave seems un-phased at the champ’s presence. Second later Konnely grinds his teeth and slaps DVD hard across his right cheek sending a resounding *smack* sounds through the arena. The crowd let's out an "Ooooohhhhhhh" as Dave holds his face in place to the side.
JC: Utter disrespect from the champ!
RW: I don't think DVD is going to like that very much.
DVD lifts a hand up near his mouth and wipes corner of his lips checking for blood. His smile gone, his anger activated. Suddenly DVD winds back and lunges at Josh with a right hand blow. He does it again and again.
JC: Here we go!
DVD continues to punch away at Josh Konnely working him all the way back to the ropes. Once they reach them Dave grabs Konnely by the arm and bounces him off the ropes Irish whipping him to the other side. Konnely hits the ropes and runs back at DVD. DVD goes for a clothesline, but Konnely ducks underneath it and immediately stops dead in his tracks and grabs Dave's head from the back and bends him backwards placing his neck underneath his arm. Konnely falls back and drops a vicious reverse DDT on Dave Van Dam and goes for a quick pin.
One . . . Two--kickout!
RW: Konnely trying to put Dave away early.
JC: It'll take a lot more than that my friend.
Konnely rolls off of Dave and onto his knees. He smacks the mat with both hands in frustration before reaching over and grabbing Dave by the hair. He stands up bringing Dave along with him. He backs away about a foot and starts’ delivering some punches himself now retaliating from Dave's earlier. He punches Dave again and again then grabs his face with his left hand squeezing his cheeks with extreme vigor. He leans his face in close to Dave's and shouts at him; spit flying as he does so. He reaches back and unleashes his hardest punch yet knocking Dave down to the ground. Josh shakes his hand and smirks as he starts to walk around the ring egging on the crowd much to their dismay as they boo loudly.
RW: Oh this Josh Konnely is just asking for it. But he does have the challenger floored at the moment.
JC: Yeah he was my pick to win.
RW: You picked DVD fool.
JC: ...how 'bout this match!
He continues to mock everybody as he puts his hand up near his ear pretending he can't hear them. He laughs and shoos them away before directing his attention back onto DVD. Konnely bends over to grab DVD when suddenly Dave interlaces his arms and legs with Josh's and rolls him into a small package for a pin.
One . . . Two . . . Thr--kickout!
RW: Oh man Dave Van Dam almost stole this thing!
JC: Perhaps Konnely will take this match much more seriously now.
RW: He better or else he can kiss that title goodbye.
Both men roll away from each other and stand up to their feet. Konnely's eyes wide and surprised and Dave looking at Josh with an intense face and breathing heavily. They standoff for a little while longer before locking up. DVD the stronger of the two gets the upper hand and puts Josh Konnely in a strong headlock. He grinds his inner elbow over the back of Konnely's neck forcing him to writhe in pain as Dave squeezes tighter. This goes on for several moments before Josh is finally able to back himself and DVD into the ropes. Referee Hendrix begins a five count.
One! Two! Three! Four! DVD releases Konnely and holds his hands up in the air. Konnely falls to a knee and holds the back of his neck. DVD shows no mercy and plants a boot to the ribs of Konnely sending him a few inches into the air before landing and flopping around on the mat. Referee Hendrix gets in Dave's face and warns him not to do that again.
JC: Whoa little bit of some roughneck grit there by DVD.
RW: Well, he's just approaching this match like Josh Konnely now I guess.
The referee slowly allows DVD to approach Josh again. Konnely holding his gut has managed to bring himself to a knee. DVD pauses before Konnely then Konnely out of nowhere swipes Dave in the back of his calf’s with a leg sweep dropping him to his butt. Konnely quickly squirms himself around behind DVD rousing the crowd to make some noise as they know what he's going to do. Konnely maneuvers around behind on DVD and locks in the gruesome pentagram choke.
JC: Uh oh the pentagram choke this could spell doom for Dave Van Dam and his chances!
RW: DVD is fading quickly!
The crowd roars loudly for DVD to get out of it, but it isn't looking too good for him. They're in the center of the ring and Hendrix has to continuously ask Dave if he wants to quit. Konnely pulls harder and tightens his grip causing Dave's eyes to slightly close. Konnely screams as he can sense victory is near. Hendrix has no choice, but to grab Dave's hand. He lifts it up into the air and lets it drop.
One!
The crowd chants "D-V-D!" repeatedly trying to spirit him out of this. The referee lifts his hand again and let's it drop once more.
Two!
JC: This is it! Konnely is going to retain!
RW: Come on Dave!
Hendrix picks up DVD's hand once more and drops it. Just before it falls all the way down Dave catches it. His hand stiffens and forms a tight fist as he starts to shake with adrenaline. The crowd erupts into cheers as Dave tries to muscle himself out of this. Dave leans back hard onto Josh Konnely squishing him into the mat. Referee Hendrix noticing Konnely's shoulders pinned to the mat with this sudden struggle.
One . . . Two . . . Threeeee-kickout!
Konnely breaks his own submission maybe a half of a second before the three count and manages to lift a shoulder up off the mat stopping the count. Dave flops off of Konnely and onto his chest. Konnely tumbles himself backwards until he stands to his feet. He walks quickly over to DVD and just before he can grab him DVD stands up in a fury and pushes Konnely back ferociously sending him backwards landing awkwardly back first into one of the turnbuckles.
JC: Oh man Konnely might have just seriously hurt his back from that.
RW: Dave just morphed into some psycho animal right now it would appear. Look at him!
The referee turns his back to DVD and quickly tends to the injured Konnely who is sitting on the mat holding his lower back screaming. Dave stands back looking on. His body blood red and glistening with sweat as he waits for this thing to resume. Konnely continues to distract the referee as we suddenly notice a man we do not know enter the ring.
JC: What the hell is going on? What is this man doing inside the ring?!
RW: I don't know who that is, but he looks somewhat similar to Dave Van Dam!
Dave Van Dam continues to look on as this unknown man stalks him from behind. Konnely squints and seemingly exaggerates his pain as he notices this man has entered the ring. He tugs on Hendrix's shirt to keep him close. DVD holds up his hands wondering what's taking so long when suddenly that unknown man comes up from behind and uppercuts a devastating low blow to DVD. Just as soon as he delivers it he quickly runs and slides out of the ring and hops the guard rail heading into the crowd only to completely disappear soon.
JC: That bastard! He's run off into the crowd!
RW: DVD is going to get screwed here!
Back in the ring DVD has more or less froze dead in his place. The wind has been completely knocked out of him. Konnely witnessed the entire action that took place and "miraculously" shoots out of his stance and sprints towards DVD. He smirks then wastes no time in delivering the Konntempt onto the weary Dave Van Dam. Konnely hooks a leg quickly for the pin.
One . . . Two . . . Three . . . !!!
DING! DING!
JC: Oh come on! This is an absolute travesty that bastard screwed Dave Van Dam out of the World Heavyweight Championship.
RW: Yeah and we don't even know who it was and now Josh Konnely has retained his championship.
WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Josh Konnely via Pinfall!!! BREAKDOWN CLOSING
Referee Hendrix hands Josh Konnely his World Heavyweight Championship as he stands up to his feet. He’s quick to re-strap it around his waist as he looks down upon the fallen Dave Van Dam and starts laughing. “In The Face Of Anger” starts to play again as Konnely disrespectfully steps over Dave and heads over to the ropes. He climbs through and hops down to the floor turning around looking back at Dave Van Dam. He hovers his hand back and forth over his Championship mocking Dave as Dave finally lifts his head up to look at Josh.
RW: Boy oh boy I’ll tell ya. Take out that mysterious attacker and we might have had a different outcome this evening.
JC: I can agree with that. I think it’s safe to assume to Josh Konnely hasn’t seen the last of Dave Van Dam.
RW: Question is has Dave seen the last of that attacker? Did he see who it was? Does he know him? We’ll just have to wait and see I suppose. Tune in next week folks and find out!
JC: Goodnight!
The camera slowly zooms in on Dave Van Dams face until the show fades off the air.
FADE
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