Strike Fantasy Towers
Friday Night Inferno™
With JC and RW
February 28th, 2003
Friday Night 8:00pm Live From Mexico City, Mexico

The scene cuts in and we see Randy White and John Cartwright at the commentators booth eating taquitos. RW stuffs his face as he sees they are on.

RW: Welcome everyone to beautifule Mexico City, our second trip into Mexico, not long ago we werein Monterrey.

JC: I love the food, the women, and the beer!

RW: In that order?

JC: yes, have you tasted the tacos of Trompo or Bistek? my god i could live off this forever and i only paid 2 bucks for the order of tacos and the beer. And from what Im told the women dont cost that much either hehe.

RW: Then Ill take 2.

they both begin to laugh.

JC: For those familiar with Mexican wrestling, AAA is the main fed in this area, but they also get competition from EMLL and CMLL as well as some other smaller feds. Recent names to come out of this area are Konnan, Vampiro, Rey Mysterio Jr., Psychosis, and more.

RW: But anyway Shadow has 3 countries he calls home, Egypt, Mexico and the States, from what I hear, San Antonio will be where the next inferno is held.

JC: Its a sad day but tonight being an exotic local lets just have some fun, wait we just got word a limo is pulling up backstage.

The camera quickly shifts to the back of the arena where a limo pulls up. The driver exits the door and goes around to the back, where the door is opened before he can even get there. Out from the car pops Sean Lane. He throws his SFT Lightweight Championship belt over his shoulder and starts to walk with a purpose through the back of the arena.

RW: Whoa, what the hell is Sean Lane doing here?

JC: Perhaps he's here to support fellow No Authority member Amp in his match against Dave Van Dam.

RW: No, he seems to have more of a purpose. Damn budget cuts, we've got no reporters back there to find out whats going on...

JC: Who the hell is that back there with him...coming out of the bathroom...

Chimpo the Chimp comes out of the bathroom and looks over to see Sean Lane. He claps his hands together twice before waddling on over to Lane, trying to catch up...Lane stops for a second and then continues...

Chimpo: Sean Lane...what are you doing here tonight?

Lane: Chimpo...I suggest you stay out of my way. I'm here on business...and you'll find out the rest later on....

Lane continues on his way down the back of the arena while Chimpo stops in his tracks and walks away, going over to the food table...

JC: Way for the new Titans announcer to get his name out there, but he really did get the shaft.

RW: What could Sean Lane be doing here tonight? I guess we'll have to wait until later to find out.

JC: Well our first match should be a good one, we got a very hot female wrestler who goes by the name of Angelica going at it with the Returning, Doom.

RW: Hold up a second, Doom made a return?

"We Die Young" by Alice In Chains blares over the P.A. As the lights go all around the building out from the curtains and onto the stage steps Angelica. She is greeted with a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Angelica climbs into the ring, and heads over to the nearest turnbuckle. She gazes into the crowd for a few moments and heads to the center of the ring. She paces the ring and waits for her opponent.

JC: What a great entrance from Angelica Doom’s music hits the PA and the crowd sends out more mixed reactions, a little bit more cheers. Doom enters the stage area and looks around, getting the feel for it again, Doom then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring and stairs at his opponent.

RW: Hey he did make a return.

JC: Why me, why me.

Doom maneuvers Angelica into a headlock, putting pressure on the neck area. Angelica lifts Doom off the ground... attempting to counter with a belly-to-back suplex... But Doom flips out the back and lands on his feet. Quick rollup by Doom... 1...... Angelica kicks out.

RW: Great Speed by this new comer, she seems to be holder her own out there.

Both wrestlers are back up to their feet and Doom lands a few right hands to the face of Angelica. Doom backs it up and charges at Angelica, who lowers her head and back body drops Doom over the top rope to the outside! Angelica steps out onto the ring apron as a slightly groggy Doom staggers up to his feet.

Angelica jumps off the ring apron, scoring with a double axe-handle to the head of Doom.. taking him off his feet. Angelica grabs Doom by the hair and drags him up to his feet, throwing him under the bottom rope and back into the ring, following right behind him.

JC: Poor Doom, Angelica seems to be out there to prove something

Angelica stomps on Doom a few times, as Doom crawls on his hands and knees towards the corner of the ring. Once there, Doom pulls himself up to his feet by the turnbuckles... Angelica hammering away on his back with right hands. Doom spins around with a back elbow to the jaw, staggering Angelica. Doom then twists Angelica’s arm over and flips her onto his back.. executing a leg drop on Angelica's arm. Doom drags Angelica off the mat and pummels her against the ropes with punches to the ribs, then sending her into the ropes for a standing sidekick.. which connects flush on Angelica's jaw, taking her off her feet!

RW: You know that hurt.

JC: I think Dom is forgetting that Angelica is a woman.

RW: I think he forgot that when she started to kick his ass.

Doom again pulls Angelica up and gets her hooked, hitting a series of snap suplexes... finally pulling the Slam up and hanging her out to dry across the top rope with a front suplex! Doom raises his arms in the air to Mixed reactions from the crowd, before climbing through the ropes and out onto the ring apron.. where he climbs to the top rope. Angelica suddenly gets up to her feet and lunges at the top rope, causing Doom to straddle himself on the top turnbuckle and fall to the outside of the ring. Angelica seizes the opportunity, climbing up onto the second the top turnbuckle and flies off it as Doom is getting up. Angelica hits a corkscrew plancha! But Angelica hits awkardly as both wrestlers are down.

JC: Awesome move by Angelica, That could be it right there. But she appears hurt.

Winner: Angelica by Pinfall

Up next is the Kris Ryder vs. Justin Paige match, unfortunately Seth Thomas had to back out of the match.

RW: Yeah well Thomas had been sucking a long time, if he didnt leave he probably would of been fired.

Paige's music is about to start but we see Ryder attack him at the rampway as they begin brawling at the top. Ryder flings Paige into the gaurdrail as he rushes forward, Paige over the rail, Ryder jumps off the rail and nails him with a double ax handle. Theyre brawling through the crowd now. Paige with a low blow as Ryder falls back and into a fat man who spills his beer on Ryder. Paige grabs the beer off a fine looking woman and chugs it.

JC: Are SFT wrestlers allowed to drink on tv?

Ryder with superkick as Paige goes down, and Ryder sees a teenager and takes a beer off him saying "youre too young to drink!" and Ryder chugs it.

RW: Wait hes not too young, in Mexico, the legal drinking age is 15, that dirty bastard just chugged someone elses beer.

JC: Well so did Paige.

Ryder is smiling as is Paige as they start hammering each other and somehow jump the rail again as they near the ring finally.

RW: I think theyre buzzed now.

JC: Yup and they feel good.

Theyre in the ring as the bell rings. Paige with body slam on Ryder followed by a sidewalk slam. Paige with a cover but barely gets a 1 count.

RW: He'll need more than that to put Ryder down for good.

Paige with a somersualt plancha but Ryder with the knees up. Ryder now on the offensive with a DDT!.

JC: Damn!

Ryder covers 1..2...kickout!

Ryder executes a piledriver followed by a sit down powerbomb!

RW: That should be it right there.

Ryder covers 1..2..kickout again!

JC: Paige is showin some resiliency.

Ryder climbs the turnbuckels appearing to setup for some top rope manuever but Paige catches him before he can reach the top and rolls him up in a small package as the ref counts 1.2.3

RW: Paige wins!

JC: Well all he did was catch Ryder off guard cuase that match was in hand.

RW: Ah well thats just how the dice fall.

Winner: Justin Paige by Pinfall

[Darkness. It fades upon the arena like a shrouded cloak being dragged over all the lights above. "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica rings out into the crowd, Damien Casanova emerges from behind the entrance curtain, as blue fog submerges the ex Intercontinental champ like a floating sea. Damien emerges from the smoke, walking by a fire that is set upon the sides of the ramp way, separating the dark man from the fans. Damien climbs to the apron. He turns around and stares at the crowd. He wears an evil grin on his face, one that suggests you see only the grin on the outside - just imagine how evil it gets on the inside. He steps over the top rope, and stands, preparing for Slayer. Light floods the dark out of the arena.]

Randy - "You know, Casanova has one of the most intimidating entrance routines I've ever seen."

John - "That's not the half of it, I caught a few minutes of this guy hyping up the match, the entrance isn't all that's intimidating about him."

[The fans anticipate the entrance of Slayer, A flash accompanies a fantastic 'bang!' and the lights shrink to almost nothing, as expected "One of a Kind" by Breaking point heralds the entrance of this 'young' fan-favourite, red and yellow pyrotechnical fireworks flare to roof, and the crowd celebrate Slayer's arrival. Slayer hauls back the stage curtain, and struts out onto the front-centre stage. He stops at the top, arms raised, presenting himself to the flash-bulbs leaving him blind for only a second as he starts on his way to the ring. He slaps hands with a few fans on the way down, and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope when he reaches ringside. He stands up and stares Casanova in the eye before climbing the nearest turnbuckle, and taunting the fans into a loud pop.]

John - "Maybe not as intimidating, but I bet there isn't much better for getting yourself pumped for a match than ten thousand fans cheering for you."

Randy - "I tell you what, Slayer may be a little older than your average SFT star, but this guy still has a heck of a lot left in him. And his entrance may not be as 'scary' as Casanova's… but just because Casanova can talk the talk, doesn't mean he can walk the walk."

John - "Ouch! How's that for a step in the right direction? - Walk the walk - Casanova can run it."

[Casanova startles Slayer with an attack on his back as he stood on the Turnbuckle. The bell is rung for the start of the match, and Chris Nevels is foiled in his first attempt to control the match, when Casanova pushes him aside, before hauling Slayer to the mat by the pants and top. Slayer lands badly on his back and neck, but is up quickly to take more punishment. The first f it all is a right hand from Damien as Slayer made it to his feet, that sent him stumbling to the ropes, where he caught his bearings before running at Casanova for the clothesline. Casanova sees it coming, and performs an impressive neckbreaker to thwart Slayer's offence.]

Randy - "Casanova doing well to keep the taller man from his feet - the more Casanova can keep it on the mat, the better a chance he has."

John - "Casanova doesn't need a chance. This guy is an ex-Intercontinental Champion for god's sakes!"

[Slayer stands again. This time Casanova isn't quick enough off the mark to topple Slayer early. Slayer manages a fast right, that startles Casanova, and sends him back a few feet as Slayer makes it to his vertical base. Slayer stands tall as Casanova rebounds from the ropes behind him looking to steam back with a clothesline. Slayer takes the initiative, he lifts his leg into the face of Casanova as he runs towards him, and sends him falling back first to the middle of the mat. Slayer stares around at the crowd before taunting the fallen Casanova and dropping a massive leg drop on Damien's neck. The air is pushed around Casanovas body, before Slayer crawls into a loose cover.]

Randy - "Just a two count on Casanova there, another second and Slayer would be celebrating by now."

[Slayer stands up, struggling to take his massive frame to it's feet, but Casanova's neck and chest are still suffering the effects of the Leg Drop, and he is up second. Slayer whips Damien to the corner, he hits the buckles hard and Slayer looks to crush him against them as he starts running towards him. Bang! Slayer is sent into the buckles by his own momentum, as Casanova slips out of the corner, and gets behind Slayer as he stumbles back out, to catch him in a schoolboy roll-up.]

Randy - "Hey, his feet are on the ropes - Ref, his feet are on the ropes!"

[Casanova uses the second rope for leverage, and Nevels fails to notice at first.]

Nevels - "One… Two… Thre- Hey, feet off the ropes!"

John - "Near fall there! Nevels seen the feet on the ropes though, could've been a lot worse for Slayer there."

[Slayer gets to his feet quickly as he can, complaining that Casanova was cheating there, and he should have the match by DQ. Meanwhile, Casanova is back up as well. He spins Slayer round, kicks him in the gut and delivers a shattering DDT! Slayer didn't expect it, and it had the full and desired effect. Casanova slumps into a cocky cover on the huge opponent.]

Randy - "One, Two…"

[Nevels breaks up the pin again. Casanova is straight to his feet, interrogating the referees decision as he pushes him backwards. Casanova is asking what he done wrong now, as he had a legal cover over Slayer, but Nevels points to Slayers Right foot, that is resting limply on the bottom rope. Casanova cradles his head in his hands, sure he could have won it there. He walks over to Slayer, and grabs the foot that is snagged on the bottom rope, using it to pull slayer into the middle of the ring. He bounces off the ropes, and hits a quick but powerful elbow drop before dropping, confidently, into a cover.]

John - "Casanova's got him! One, Two- What the?!"

Randy - "Holy cow! Slayer just powered right out of that!"

John - "That isn't possible… you saw that DDT, Casanova had him beat!"

Randy - "I think that's what Slayer wanted Casanova to think."

[Sure enough, Slayer makes it to his feet faster than any man of his size ever has before. Casanova, startled and shocked, composes himself before launching a flying clothesline at Slayer. Slayer stumbles back under the weight, but Casanova can't take Slayer from his feet. Slayer straightens up before walking towards Casanova. Casanova sends a hard right to Slayers face, Slayer face falls to away a little to his right, but he straightens up again and continues walking. Another right hand, Slayer walks through it, shaking it off as he goes! Now standing a foot from the centre of the ring, Slayer stares at Casanova with intent. Casanova bounces off the ropes behind him, and charges head first into Slayers right foot. Slayer drops for the cover.]

Nevels - "One, Two… Kick-out!"

Randy - "Near fall from the Big Boot there!"

John - "Casanova seems to be losing the edge he had early on here."

[Casanova stands up a few seconds after Slayer, as he does, Slayer kicks him in the gut. He starts setting up The Bone Cruncher - to the delight of the crowd.]

Randy - "It's gonna be over, Slayer has the Bone Cruncher!"

[Casanova thinks quickly as he can, and shakes his arms out of Slayers grasp, before sending an earth (or ball, if you want) shattering blow to the nether regions. Casanova looks to be going for a quick suplex, but rather than lift Slayer over, he throws him up as high as he can manage, and takes him to the ground with a modified Samoan Neckbreaker!]

John - "Embrace the darkness! Casanova's got him!"

Randy - "If he can capitalise that is, both men look a little off their game right now!"

[Casanova rolls over into a very weak one handed cover, Nevels starts counting.]

Nevels - "One…"

Randy, John and Nevels - "Two…"

Crowd, Randy, John but NOT Nevels - "Three."

Randy - "How the hell did he kick out after that monster neckbreaker!?"

[Slayer rolls onto his front, ad Casanova can hardly believe his ears. Casanova thunders to his feet - despite his dazed state. After much stumbling and a few heated words with the referee, he stands Slayer up again, and hits 'Embrace The Darkness' a second time! He goes for another pin. Slayer kicks out at the last moment again!]

John - "Another two point nine, nine, nine, nine count Casanova!"

[Casanova watches in Disbelief as the Giant lies motionless on the mat, but still in the match. Damien signals something to the crowd that provokes a series of boos. He climbs to the top and flies off with a guillotine leg drop!]

Nevels - "One, Two, Three - Ring the bell!"

Randy - "Casanova takes the victory! But it was far from an easy one!"

John - "Slayer just wouldn't stay down, it took two Embrace the Darkness' and a Burial to keep this guy on the mat!"

Winner: Damien Casanova by Pinfall

When Strike Fantasy Towers get back from a commercial Gunz is standing in the ring awaiting Jam. Then "Till I collapse" by Eminem plays through the arena as the fans begin to boo. From the back comes Jammer. He stops on the entrance ramp and crosses his arms as pyros his from behind. He walks down the ramp moving his head from side to side and shadow boxing. He slides into the ring...

Gunz runs over to Jam as Jam chops at Gunz. Jam starts to pound on Gunz as Gunz rolls out of the ring. Jam follows Gunz out and Irish Whips Gunz into the steel steps. Gunz holds his back in pain. Jam then rolls Gunz into the ring as Jam jumps up to the top rope. Jam lands a big leg drop onto Gunz. Jam starts to rake an Gunz eyes as Gunz shoots for Jam’s legs. Gunz grabs a hold of one and locks in an ankle lock. Jam breaks it as he pile drives Gunz!

JC: That was a nice move by Jam!

RW: Gunz has been showing a huge disappointment as of late! Will things change tonight?

Jam then picks up Gunz by his hair and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle. Jam runs and drop kicks Gunz in the mid-section as he bounces out of the turnbuckle and lands face first in the middle of the ring. Jam locks in a camel clutch but Gunz rolls out of it. Jam then quickly follows Gunz and elbow drops him to the ribs. Gunz then gets up and Jam hits Jamd on Gunz. Gunz spits out a tooth as he goes down!

JC: That should be it, for Gunz.

Jam hooks the leg high in the air!

Ref: 1…2…3

RW: Damn Gunz needs to get with it, he went from a once future main eventer to mid card at best, I know he can do better than he has, he just needs to reapply himself.

Winner: Jam by Pinfall

The lights dim and a green spotlight shines on the entrance way, while green lights flicker through the arena. "Poem" by Taproot starts to play, and Amp walks out looking pissed. Rachel Pitt is right behind him. He makes no spectacular motions on his way to the ring, and pyro goes off at the entranceway which is almost deafening. He then gets in the ring and stares at the fans, occasionally giving them a piece of his mind.

Winner: Dave Van Dam by Pinfall

JC: Wow, what a match between Amp and DVD. For two guys who used to be best of friends, tag team partners, they sure do hate each other now.

The arena goes dark and "The Way You Like It" by Adema blasts over the speakers. A blue spotlight shines down on the entrance way and the SFT's Lightweight Champion Sean Lane is standing there, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black No Authority shirt, with his title draped over his left shoulder. Lane poses in the blue light and walks down to the ring. No pyro, no glitz as usual. Lane walks down to the ring and climbs in, immediately calling for the mic.

Sean Lane: I bet a whole lot of you are wondering what I am doing here tonight, seeing as I had a match on Titans. I bet a whole lot of you are wondering why, after a hard fought win over Shawn Walsh to win this here title on my shoulder, I would make the trip to Inferno. You see, it seems I have some unfinished business with one of the competitiors here in tonights Main Event. You see Mad Dogg, despite your claims of retirement, your not going out until I get a piece of you. Your quitting on me, for I have yet to defeat you. Mad Dogg, tonight will not be your last match...it will simply be a warm up for our next meeting. Mad Dogg, Im here to keep an eye on you...Im here to get a front row seat for your match with Incubus, and Im here to make sure you dont mess things up. What better way to finally claim the SFT World Heavyweight Title then to send the great Mad Dogg packing for the pound and taking his precious....

Lane pauses.

Lane: Im also here to let all of you, the idiot fans of the SFT know that Sean Lane is back in full force. No longer will I sit back idly while the SFT passes me by. No longer will Sean Lane be that has been who is used to help others get their names out. I'm feeling the rage I once felt...Im feeling the motivation to succeed...and Im feeling the fact that Sean Lane is the best damn wrestler the SFT has to offer...and its time I show you all once again. Keep your eyes open...and get a really good look now...for next time you see me, it will look as if this one title has multiplied and Sean Lane will be on top of the SFT. Now if you pardon me...The Sweetness has spoken...I have a match to watch.

"The Way You Like It" by Adema starts up again and Lane goes outside the ring, right by the entrance ramp and pulls out a folding chair and has a seat.

RW: I guess Lane is gonna sit there to get a good look at this match, Mad Dogg's last...

JC: Well, thats not what Lane just said...he said he wont let Mad Dogg leave until he's had another match with him.

RW: Who knows, but we have to get this match started.

JC: Well, Randy, it's been a long ride, but tonight the journey ends for one of my favorite SFT superstars.

RW: Yes it's true. In our next and final match of the night Mad Dogg will participate in his last match in Strike Towers for many days to come.

JC: As if that wasn't enough to make this a blockbuster, it's for the World Championship!

RW: Will Incubus do what many say he cannot? Will he send Dogg to the farm without a world title?

JC: If anyone could pull off a surprise like that it's most certainly Incubus.

The bell sounds twice as Harvey Vaugh climb the steel steps and into the ring. Referee Adam Brooks jogs down to the ring in slides in under the bottom rope.

Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Strike Towers World Heavyweight Championship!

The bell sounds another two times as the light dim to practically total darkness.

Harvey Vaughn: Introducing first, from Dorchester, Massachusetts…

A single spotlight hits the entrance area and the crowd rises as "Host" by December hits the speakers.

Harvey Vaughn: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… He is a former world champion and is known as "The Dark Chylde"… Incubus!

Incubus steps out from the backstage area to a good pop from the crowd. He is wearing the usual dark baggy shorts with the crimson red tribal signs down the side, a black, tight shirt with tribal signs as well, and the expressionless Kaboki Mask.

RW: John, I'm getting chills thinking about what we saw the other night. Incubus demasked himself! It was so eerie but so normal at the same time.

Incubus comes to a stop at the edge of the stage just before the ramp and stands with his hands on his hips. He looks out over the crowd for a moment then looks down to the ramp. He raises his hands to his face and slowly removes his mask once again.

JC: He's done it again. I think he might be planning on leaving the mask behind him.

Incubus places the mask on the ramp, facing him. He looks down for a moment, then hops over it and sprints to the ring. He slips under the bottom rope and slides right to his feet. He runs to the left towards the further turnbuckle and hops onto the second rope. He raises his arms outward there for a minute, then hops down and stands in the center of the ring. He begins to stretch a little and looks forward to the ramp, awaiting his enemy as "Host" fades away.

RW: Incubus looks ready to brawl.

JC: And brawl he must if he plans to walk away successful tonight.

A few minutes go by with the camera just focused on Incubus. He begins to get a little agitated, wondering where his opponent is.

RW: Where is Dogg?

JC: He wouldn't miss his last match. He was still in Boston as of this morning, I hope his flight didn't get delayed!

RW: Hey who's that on stage?

The camera focuses in on the stage to see several men walking out carrying equipment. Just as they do the lights fade to total darkness and black engulfs the arena.

JC: Here we go!

Suddenly, the lights begin to flash a lime green shade in a rapid fashion. The camera focuses on the stage again, and through the rapid flashing light, one can see amplifiers stacked up, cords going in every-which direction that lead to guitars and stands with microphones on them. In the center of all this "construction" is a set of drums. The camera stops panning in on these items to reveal the band using them.

RW: OH MY GOD!!! Is that?!? Is it?!?

JC: It's Metallica! Folks Metallica is here live!

James Hetfield: ONE… TWO… THREE!!!

BBAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG…

The opening gong of "Wherever I May Roam" hits, and the interlude begins. The fans are roaring at insane levels, astonished at the surprise of Metallica live. You can almost smell the joints being lit throughout the arena as the beat picks up and green pyros fire from every angle throughout the arena. Mad Dogg's video and career highlights fly by the Strike-Tron, but not one dares to take their eyes off Metallica.

RW: I can't believe this, John! What do you think something like this cost?

JC: Not sure but Dogg sure wants to go out with a bang!

A thick green smoke begins to rise through the grates in the stage. The beat has slowed down but is beginning to pick up again.

James: And with dust in throat I crave… Only knowledge will I save. To the game you stay a slave… Rover, wanderer, nomad, vagabond, call me what you will!!!!

Two sparkling pyros blast out from the stage and the body belonging to Adam Davidson comes flying out of the entrance curtain and leaping into the air. Mad Dogg is already pumping his fist in the air and sucking in the crowd's energy. He wears a sleeveless Regulators T-Shirt and his usual patented workout pants. Mad Dogg jumps around on stage shouting the lyrics with the band

Mad Dogg & Metallica: But I'll take my time anywhere! Free to speak my mind anywhere! And I'll redefine anywhere… Anywhere I roam…. Where I lay my head is home! Yeah, yeah!

With that Dogg pats James on the back and begins to make his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans on both sides of him, practically spinning through the crowd. The bell sounds another through times as the music continues.

Harvey Vaughn: And… his opponent. Making his way to the ring hailing from Boston, Mass… He weighs in at two hundred and sixty-eight pounds… The two time Strike Towers Heavyweight Champion and the Flashiest Superstar in the Business… Mad Dogg… Adam Davidson!

As his name is announced Mad Dogg hops straight up onto the apron and spins to face the crowd. He raises his arms outward.

James: …My body lies, but still I roam, yeah, yeah!

As those lyrics finish Dogg grabs a hold of the top rope and pulls himself into the ring. He walks directly past Incubus in the center of the ring, where the image of a lime colored bulldog flashes down. Dogg grabs the top turnbuckle and pulls himself up and into a pose. Camera's flash throughout the arena even after Mad Dogg hops off. Dogg comes to the middle of the ring and poses one last time for the capacity crowd as they continue to cheer. The lights fade back to normal and the song comes to a close. Dogg pulls his shirt off and flings it into the crowd. Mad Dogg and Incubus begin to pace around in the ring just eyeballing each other. Ref Brooks is handed the World Heavyweight Championship belt and he holds it in the air and walks across the ring. He hands the belt back to the timekeeper, then calls for the starting bell.

JC: This is it!

RW: Seconds away from what's sure to be an SFT classic beginning!

Ding, Ding, Ding!!! The opening bell sounds and the circle Mad Dogg and Incubus were pacing in tightens. Incubus lunges first but Dogg is quick to meet him. They come to a quick grapple but Dogg quickly slips Incubus into a wristlock. Incubus spins free and attempts to take Dogg down with a spinning clothesline but Dogg ducks it and pushes Incubus back to the ropes. As he rebounds Dogg comes up with a back elbow blow that knocks Incubus to the mat. Dogg hits the ropes behind him but as he comes back Incubus rolls onto all fours causing Dogg to hop over him. Dogg continues to the other ropes and Incubus springs up to meet him with a forearm smash. Dogg slips underneath Incubus' arm, then comes up and yanks Incubus down with a falling neckbreaker. Incubus' legs come flying up to his head, and Dogg decides to hold them back for a cover.

JC: Early cover!

Ref Brooks: One… kick out!

RW: To no avail.

Mad Dogg rises swiftly and pulls Incubus up with him. He executes several chest chops and backs Incubus to the ropes. He pulls Incubus close and after a knee to the gut he Irish whips him across the ring. As Incubus comes back Dogg scoops him with ease and flips him over head with a capture suplex. Incubus hits the mat with a loud thud but skids to his feet. He uses the ropes to regain his balance but Dogg is right on top of him. Dogg walks right up to Incubus, clasps his arms up, over, and under his torso, then tosses him backwards with a T-bone suplex. Incubus bounces a bit on impact and rises to his feet holding his back. Dogg is up just as quickly and responds to a double axe-handle attempt from Incubus with a Northern Lights Bridge-Pin suplex.

RW: Another cover by Dogg in the early going!

Ref Brooks: One… Two… kick out!

JC: Damn Dogg is taking it to Incubus techno style. Inky is having some trouble trying to amount some offense here. Dogg keeps this up and he'll walk out of here with a third title reign and not a bead of sweat on his forehead.

RW: Now that isn't to likely, but he is looking good.

JC: Why must you always analyze everything? Enjoy the fight and shut up!

Dogg brings Incubus to his feet with a sideheadlock. He applies as much pressure as he can, but Incubus is able to slip out and capture Dogg's arm for an arm wrench. Incubus stands beside Dogg torking his arm up over his head. Dogg flips onto his back, spins over, hops to his feet, then flips Incubus into an arm scissors. Dogg locks his legs around Incubus' arm and pulls back as hard as he can.

RW: Dogg firmly in control and moves into the world of submission.

Incubus refuses to submit as Brooks checks him, and Dogg releases the hold. Dogg gets to his feet and raises his arms as the crowd applauds. Dogg grabs Incubus by his hair and pulls him to a standing position. He goes to strike Incubus, but Incubus blocks and returns with a right hand shot of his own. He immediately takes this opening to fling Dogg to the ropes with everything he has. Incubus lowers his head to prepare Dogg for a back body drop, but Dogg sees it coming and somersaults on and over Incubus' back and tumbles to the ropes. He then sneaks up on the confused Incubus and pushes him forward into the ropes. Incubus rebounds swinging, but Dogg catches his arm and swings him to the mat with "The American Crossface"!

RW: Dogg with the counter again.

JC: Not only that, but he has his old move locked in secure on Incubus!

Incubus' legs flail about as he tries to fight his way either out of the move or two the ropes. Dogg is fighting just as hard to keep it locked in as Brooks hits the mat and asks Incubus if he gives. The looks in Incubus' eyes not only suggest that he doesn't give, but also that Brooks better step off. A little intimidated, Brooks back tracks, but still stays within distance to ready a submission. Incubus suddenly swings his legs around though and is able to try and use them for leverage. Incubus is able to rise to his feet, but Dogg still holds in there. Incubus uses his left arm to reach under Dogg's leg and clasp his hand with the arm Dogg has. Incubus then lifts Dogg right off the mat and holds him in the air for a moment before dropping Dogg's lower spine across his knee.

JC: What strength from Incubus.

RW: That wasn't strength, John. That was utter determination. Incubus isn't going down without a hell of a fight.

Incubus scatters to his feet and tries to recompose himself for a moment. He notices Dogg getting up and doesn't hesitate to put the boots to him. Dogg rolls towards the corner and Incubus props him up. Incubus brings Dogg out of the corner after a few shots to the head, then switches positions with him. He pulls Dogg in then lifts him into the air in powerbomb position. Incubus then charges all the way across the ring towards the opposite turnbuckle and drops Dogg into a sit-out powerbomb. Dogg folds over himself and stretches out on his stomach as Incubus rises again. "The Enigma' lifts Dogg off the mat quickly, then drops him back down with a body slam that puts him parallel with the turnbuckle. Incubus grabs the top turnbuckle, pulls himself forward, then shoots himself back into a slingshot splash on Mad Dogg. Incubus bounces back on impact and Dogg holds his gut. Incubus throws Dogg's hands a side then lays on top of him with a lateral press cover.

RW: Incubus with a cover finally.

Ref Brooks: One… Two… shoulder up!

JC: And Dogg kicks out but just barely. Incubus is firmly in control now and you can tell Dogg is worn out.

RW: He tried to take him as swift as he could, knowing his endurance might not be what it once was, but Incubus has thwarted that attempt.

Incubus grabs Dogg's head, then throws a shot across his face. He peels Dogg off the mat and lifts him up, then slams him face first into the turnbuckle. Incubus then takes a knife edge chop across Dogg's chest that causes him to keel over holding his chest. Incubus then clubs Dogg in the back and Dogg stands erect again feeling his back pain. Incubus sees another opening and takes another chop to Dogg, followed by another club to the back. Incubus begins to repeat this process and more rapidly, slamming Dogg back into the turnbuckle in between reps. The crowd let's out a gasp with each devastating blow, and a louder one when Incubus kicks Dogg in the gut and even flows a dangerous DDT that causes Dogg's legs to shoot straight up in the air before he collapses to the side.

JC: Oh man… That's a good way to snap a few vertebrae if not a collarbone.

Incubus, satisfied with the result of his combination assault, rolls Dogg into another cover, hooking the leg this time.

Ref Brooks: One… Two… kick out!

Dogg kicks out and sits up instinctively. A look of distraught crosses his flustered face as he rolls onto his hands and tries to push himself up. Incubus, who was on his knees shotting a look at Brooks, stands up now. He grapples Mad Dogg from behind and instantly brings him back to the mat with a Russian leg sweep. Dogg's hands go to his head, but Incubus rises prepared to make Dogg worry about a bit more. He grabs Dogg by his legs and spins him onto his back. He then places his right knee on the center of Dogg's back, grabs his arms, and pulls back with every once of strength he has. Dogg's eyes light up in pain and his teeth are clenched as tight as they can be.

RW: Incubus is now not only trying to wear Dogg down, but go for the victory in complete domination.

JC: Hang in there, Dogg! Ya don't want to go out like this.

Brooks gets on the mat face to face with a now screaming Mad Dogg. Dogg breathes in agony, but shakes his head negatively, refusing to give in. Dogg's leg muscles flex and you can see his knees sliding closer towards his chest, bringing him onto all fours. Incubus remains in submission position, pulling Dogg's arms back like reigns. Dogg is now able to mount some leverage though, and he slowly begins to pull his arms back toward him as if he were flexing. Incubus holds on as tight as he can but his mouth widens in shock.

RW: Dogg is escaping the hold! I don't know if I've ever seen someone reverse a surfboard stretch like this.

Dogg is able to bring his hands so close together his knuckles almost touch. Dogg then uses everything he has to break his right arm free of Incubus grasp. He moves quickly and spins around to grab Incubus by the head and slam him face first into the mat with a low facebuster. Both men flip onto their backs, Dogg trying to catch his breath.

JC: Both of these guys are really giving it their all, they've both managed to escape what were once considered impenetrable maneuvers.

Mad Dogg climbs to his feet slowly and sees Incubus trying to do the same. He runs towards him and grabs him by the arm, using his momentum to slingshot Incubus into the corner. Dogg then runs across the ring to the opposite turnbuckle, and raises an arm for the crowds approval. As the crowd shouts back at him Dogg dashes toward Incubus, hits the mat with a somersault, catapults himself up, and spin kicks Incubus across the face, thus, "Rolling A Bone". Incubus staggers out of the corner and dizzily spins before falling flat on his back. Dogg paces away for a second, then runs back towards the corner, hops onto the second turnbuckle and quickly steps up to the first, before letting his legs fall from beneath him to flip himself into a split-legged moonsault. Dogg recoils from the impact for a second, then falls on Incubus for a cover and hooks the leg tight.

RW: Yet another cover.

Ref Brooks: One… Two… Three… wait, no! Foot on the ropes!

JC: Ohhh man! That was so incredibly close. Good instincts by Incubus, he's running on pure heart now.

RW: I find myself lucky to be sitting her watching this. Both of these guys are so drained but are putting on excellent performances.

Dogg kneels up off the cover and looks down at Incubus a little shocked. He leans back so that he is on his feet, and he slowly picks Incubus up off the mat again. He brings him to the center of the ring and sets him up for a vertical suplex on the way. Mad Dogg lifts Incubus into the air but does not drop him. He holds him there for an entire twenty seconds as the crowd looks on impressed. Dogg then drops Incubus to the mat with a jackhammer that echoes through the arena. Incubus is laid out in the horizontal center of the ring looking from a side view, but is closer to the "top" of the ring. Dogg does not hook the leg, but instead rolls over until he's under the bottom rope and falls to his feet off the ring apron.

JC: Hey… Hey where's he going?

Dogg stands on the outside for a second, then flips up the ring curtain over the apron. He ducks underneath the apron and begins to fish around.

RW: Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

JC: Eh, that's because you're a yuppy.

Dogg resurfaces leaning back, and pulling out a twenty foot, black sided, aluminum ladder.

RW: Oh no he's not serious.

JC: I don't think a thing like that jokes around.

RW: But if he hits Incubus with it he'll be disqualified!

Dogg does not slide the ladder into the ring, but instead begins to set it up on the outside. He finishes setting it into place by slamming down the locks. He looks out to the crowd as he grabs a hold of one of the rungs and begins to ascend to the top.

JC: He isn't going to hit with Incubus with it… he's going for a bit more of an impact!

Dogg gets closer and closer to the top, until he is standing on the last rung before the midpoint where the sides of the ladder meet. Dogg raises an arm before making stepping up to the final point, and slowly standing straight up.

RW: John, WHAT is he thinking here?

JC: I don't know, man, but it can't be good for Incubus.

Dogg looks up to the sky and gives a seemingly vengeful look before mockingly making the sign of the cross. Then, without warning Dogg takes to the air, kicking his legs in front of him and flipping back with plenty of hang time before absolutely drilling himself into Incubus on the mat!!! Dogg explodes off the "Dark Chylde" about three feet into the air before falling on his side and holding his gut.

RW: Oh my God!

JC: Holy shit! Shooting star press from a good ten feet above the ring!

RW: Mad Dogg truly is making this a night to remember!

The fans explode as both men writhe around on the mat trying to catch their breath. Dogg scoots his way in Incubus' direction and is able to fall back across him and barely drape his arm over for the cover.

Ref Brooks: One… Two… Three… no! No! Kick out!

JC: It ain't over! Give the kid some friggin' props, it isn't over!

RW: I have never seen such desire to go on! Get up Incubus!

The crowd begin cheering both men on in a result that equals "Doggibus! Incudogg! Madincadoggubus!". Dogg's eyes widen to new levels, as do those of Incubus, surprising even himself. Dogg gets up fatigued and frustrated and says "That's it!" He waits for Incubus to get back up, and he slaps his thigh, calling to setup a "Dogg Byte" Incubus slowly staggers up and spins around. Dogg lunges forward with his foot out, but Incubus catches it then pulls Dogg into a boot of his own. Incubus then wraps his arms around Dogg's head and brings him some "Nightmares!"

JC: Ah! No!

RW: Incubus has done it! He's hit his finishing maneuver!

JC: He's three seconds away from being the second two time champion!

RW: But he looks a little out of it.

Incubus struggles to stand back up and doesn't seem capable of finding his feet. He trips over himself around the mat trying to get up, but finds the ropes and is able to. He looks at Mad Dogg and is about to advance on him when Dogg "kip-ups" to his feet and looks Incubus dead in the eye.

JC: What the…

RW: Damn man! He saved his strength and got right up.

Incubus seems as shocked as Dogg did when Incubus kicked out of the shooting star press. The two stand still as time is lost around them for a moment, before their eyes tighen and they lash out at each other once again. Incubus knocks Dogg down with a hard shoulder block then kicks him in the side of the head. Incubus quickly slides to the outside of the ring now, grabs the ladder, unfolds it, and slides it into the ring.

JC: Uh-oh.

RW: Dogg's in for a world of hurt now.

Incubus slides back into the ring and sets the ladder up in one of the turnbuckles, leaning it against it.

RW: He better now hit Dogg with that ladder, the title will slip right through his hands.

JC: Oh he ain't gonna hit Dogg with the ladder, he's gonna hit the ladder with Dogg! Look!

Incubus grabs a rising Dogg by the arm and tosses him towards the ladder with such velocity that Incubus slips to the mat in the process. Dogg hits the ladder incredibly hard and staggers away holding his back. Incubus is on him in a flash though and slams the back of his head against the ladder. Brooks tries to interfere but Incubus pays him no attention. Incubus pummels Dogg while he is on the ladder and begins to give him a series of boots. Incubus then pulls Dogg away from the ladder and calls for the end, signaling for "The Abyss".

RW: Incubus' rough shot, hardcore style has shown through and now he wants to end it.

JC: I'm just afraid he might be able to!

Incubus grabs Dogg by his head and spins him into a rear grapple and prepares to go down. Before he can Dogg elbows him in the gut, twists free and is able to boot Incubus in the gut.

RW: Wait!

Kick to the gut from Dogg to Incubus followed by the setup for the "Dogg Byte!" Incubus takes the setup and staggers away still on his feet.

JC: Oh, no!

Incubus staggers away, but right into the other half of the "Dogg Byte!" curtosy of Mad Dogg!

RW: Dogg Byte! That's gotta be it!

JC: Ah! This is to exciting I'm over heated!

Dogg struggles to get up for about a split second, then plops himself down on the fallen Incubus in the middle of the ring, hooking the leg as securely as he can. Brooks hits the mat immediately.

Ref Brooks, Crowd, RW, & JC: One... Two... Three!!!

JC: OH MY LORD! He did it! Mad Dogg did it! Mad Dogg is your three time world champion!

The crowd absolutely erupts in cheers as Brooks calls for the final bell. Metallica startup with the upbeat part of "Wherever I May Roam" as Dogg flops around trying to stand up. Dogg manages to get his legs underneath him and he back peddles his way to the ropes near the announce table, a huge smile and look of shock on his face.

RW: Mad Dogg can't even believe he did it! Look how excited he is!

Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and gentlemen your winner by pinfall and NEW Strike Towers World Heavyweight Champion… Mad Dogg… Adam… Davidson!!!!!

Winner: Mad Dogg

The crowd roars louder and cheers break out for the three time champion. The timekeeper hands the world title to the ref, and the ref to Mad Dogg as he raises his arm. Dogg places the title over his shoulder and falls to his knees. He raises his arms into the air, then brings the world title infront of him and stares into it.

JC: This is fucking beautiful man.

Dogg places a small peck on the title belt, then hops to his feet. He walks over to the turnbuckle to the right of the announce table and raises the belt into the air as a recap is shown of his victory.

…:::RECAP:::…

Incubus grabs Dogg by his head and spins him into a rear grapple and prepares to go down. Before he can Dogg elbows him in the gut, twists free and is able to boot Incubus in the gut.

RW: Wait!

Kick to the gut from Dogg to Incubus followed by the setup for the "Dogg Byte!" Incubus takes the setup and staggers away still on his feet.

JC: Oh, no!

Incubus staggers away, but right into the other half of the "Dogg Byte!" curtosy of Mad Dogg!

RW: Dogg Byte! That's gotta be it!

JC: Ah! This is to exciting I'm over heated!

Dogg struggles to get up for about a split second, then plops himself down on the fallen Incubus in the middle of the ring, hooking the leg as securely as he can. Brooks hits the mat immediately and begins to count what seems like the slowest three seconds in eternity, although they are almost exact seconds in reality.

Ref Brooks, Crowd, RW, & JC: One... (Dogg pulls Incubus' leg harder) Two... (Randy and John lead closer over the table to look into the ring) Three(Dogg releases Incubus' leg relieved and rolls onto his side)!!!

…:::LIVE:::…

Mad Dogg comes to the middle of the ring with the title over his shoulder. Looks around like he wants a mic, but then shrugs it off and walks to another turnbuckle to raise the title.

RW: I guess Mad Dogg isn't up for talking tonight!

JC: He doesn't need to talke anymore Randy… He's heading down south where he can be in bed by 7:30 every night, and he's taking gold with him!

RW: That's one hell of a retirement fund.

The camera focuses on Mad Dogg raising the title on the turnbuckle and raising three of his fingers before turning his hand and waving goodbye to the audience.

JC: Well that's all the time we have for tonight. Good night everyone, and see you on Slaughter!

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