RW: Welcome to Inferno, What a great night we have for you tonight.

JC: Thats right Randy..... The lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait in anticaption. Suddenly, the sound of screamming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screamming stops, "Your Disease" by Saliva breaks out in the arena as the crowd begin to boo. As the boo's increase, Clayton Walker walks out to greet the crowd. As soon as Clayton realizes they are booing, he flips them off and then walks down the ramp looking strangly at the crowd. Once at the bottom of the ramp, he then walks around the ring, still looking at the crowd weirdly. Once he reaches the commentary box, he then gets up on to the apron, and then looks to the crowd and shakes his head in disapproval before climbing into the ring.

Clayton Walker: Well what can I say? You people still disappoint me, but then, when was the last time you ever cheer a man worthy of being cheered for? Ugh..you pitiful fools, the fact that you even think you make wrestling is utter bullshit.

The crowd beings to  boo Walker.

Clayton Walker: Is that truly the best you all can do? Just go “BOOO” oh come on. How pathetic can you insolent American’s be? I thought you were the Globe’s Leader, and here you are sticking to things that would rather me see grass grow then look around at useless and dull people that occupy Canada’s Land. Oh yes, its true, this should be our land, and in due time, it shall be, oh yes, it shall be.

The crowd turn there “boo”s to “Get Out” chants.

Clayton Walker: Now lets see, Strike Fantasy Towers, the ever defining point of a wasted Federation. Once the panicle, now struggles to even produce a simple decent World Champion. Like last week, we saw SwitchBlade lose to Fox. Fox, the same man that was once “Crazy”, the same Fox that is just a step above Goldeneye for being Strike Fantasy Towers Worst Wrestler. Where has the talent gone? Like apart from myself, the man that somehow keeps this place running without having a match..and yes, I know what your thinking, “No he doesn’t, Shadow and Big T do.” Well your wrong, without me, they would not have no money because you tools would not come see some lame ass show like this. Like where is the desire to actually want to be in this arena? Where? Maybe you assholes are destroying it with your presence.

The crowd then turn back to the “BOO”s.

Clayton Walker: You people really don’t get it do you? Your “boo”s do not hurt me. Your presence hurts me in the fact that I actually have to work to keep some over rated Federation called Strike Fantasy Towers alive and kicking. But now I must do something far more important than SFT, I must go to the lavatory, since the cubical would probably be a far better place than this shit heap.

The “Boo”s then increase as Walker drops the mic and slides of the ring. As he walks up the ramp, the fans start to chant “About time” as Walker then stops, turns around to face the crowd and shakes his head before turning back around and heading to the back.

RW: Looks like he has returned.

Harvey Vaughn: The following contest is scheduled for one fall between two SFT rookies. Making his way down to the ring first . . . CHERRY BOMB!!!

Cherry Bomb runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Before Chery Bomb even notices it Daniel Mendoza is already in the ring.

JC: Where the hell did he come from?

RW: Where did you come from?

JC: I don't know. Ah well. Let's just watch this match.

RW: Yeah . . . go Cherry Bomb!

Meanwhile ring announcer Harvey Vaughn has climbed out of the ring. Cherry Bomb immediately runs at Daniel Mendoza and attacks him from behind. He knocks Mendoza down with a hard forearm shot. Cherry Bomb then tuns the ropes and comes back to Mendoza and jumps up in the air and drops an elbow to the back of Dans head. Cherry Bomb then stands up and picks up Dan. She turns him towards her and then she places his head under her arm. She hooks his leg and flips him onto his back and connects with the Blood Bath. She holds it for a count.

1.2.kick out!

JC: Oh close one.

RW: Yeah it was. Cherry Bomb is really taking it to Daniel Mendoza.

JC: Go Cherry!

RW: Go strawberry!

JC: Your retarded.

Meanwhile Cherry Bomb has stood up and is in the face of the ref complaining about the call. Just then Daniel Mendoza sneaks up behind Cherry Bomb and rolls her up.

1.2.kick out!

Daniel Mendoza wastes no time in standing up and running the ropes. While coming back Cherry suddenly stands up and runs at Dan and nails him with a spear. She makes the cover.

1.2.3!!!

DING!DING!

RW: Well that match sucked.

JC: . . .I liked it.

RW: Your gay.

JC: My uncles gay.

RW: I am your uncle.

JC: . . .Die.

Winner: Cherry Bomb

Backstage

{Randy White is standing backstage with "SFT's #1 Draft Pick" Jay Lethal.. With a pissed off look on his face Jay then looks to the Randy White to hurry up and do the interview.}

Randy White: Jay I know this is a difficult time but I just wanted a moments of your time..

Jay Lethal: What's up?

Randy White: First off, being here in SFT your career seems to be at a downfall. I know you didn't want to start off with an 0-2 record here in SFT, your thoughts??

Jay Lethal: Well Randy you have to loose sometimes it's just part of the game.. Just because I'm 0-2 doesn't mean that I'm through! Schizo was a tough opponent, hell all 4 of them were tough, Jordan Blayze on the other hand was just the better man to win, no hard feelings, but I'm still here though.

Randy White: Which brings me to my next question, why are you here?? You're not booked in any match..

Jay Lethal: Just here to check out the show just like other people, I'm just making my presence known that's all, letting these people around here know that I'm done yet..

{With that being said all of sudden Mannie taps Jay up on his shoulder. Jay looks at him as Mannie begins to talk to him.}

Mannie: Hey Lethal, aye nigga...good luck next time. You got talent, I can see it. Plus, us select few black folk gotta stick together. Keep ya head up man, you'll win 'em.

Jay Lethal: Thanks Mannie..

{Mannie walks away..}

Randy White: Maybe all you needed is that prep talk to get you started to make a name for yourself Jay..

Jay Lethal: You know what *PAUSES* Maybe it was..

{The scene then cuts back to ringside..}

Winner: Al Creed

Backstage

We cut backstage where we see Damien Sparks heading for his locker room. He opens his locker room and finds some flowers with a note attached to it. He looks confused. He picks up the note attached. We zoom in and so y’all at home can read it… aren’t we nice

To my darling Damien, I want to wish you the very best of luck tonight in your very important match. Love you always, Lisa x x x

“Ugh” says Damien to himself. He rips the note up, and grabs a piece of paper of his own and writes something down, but we can’t show you this time. He places it neatly in the flowers as he makes his way out of his room. We cut back to the fantastic action at ringside.

All three are in the ring when the bell sounds. Axiom and Adia meet up in the middle, and Starr joins them a moment later. Axiom comes out on top, and beats Adia away before taking Young Starr down with a neck-breaker. Axiom stands up and turns into an Adia kick to the gut, and a quick DDT. Adia crawls into the cover, but can only get one and a half before Young Starr breaks it up.

John: “Nice fast paced start by these kids.”

Adia stands up, and hits a few open right hands to Young star. She beats him into the corner and then whips him out. As Starr runs, Axiom trips him with a drop-tow-hold, and starts to lock in an ankle-submission move. Adia sees the possible match ending, and jumps on it right away, causing Axiom to break it up. Young Starr stands up and turns towards the action, but the other two kick him in the gut and hit simultaneous three-quarter neck-breakers. Starr rolls out of the ring as the other two stand up and face each other.

Randy: “Fantastic double neckbreaker there.”

Adia whips Axiom towards the ropes, and as he returns, Adia hits him with the back of her elbow. Axiom springs back to his feet and is kicked in the gut for his trouble. Adia sets up a vertical suplex, but Axiom blocks it. Adia tries to lift him up again, but Axiom blocks it as she has him lifted a little, and uses the momentum to carry the move into a roll-up. It gets a two-count and the pair roll away and face up to each other with open handed shots. Adia blocks a shot, and a thumb to the eye causes Axiom to stumble back. She kicks him in the gut, but a DDT into a cover is broken up at two-and a half by a still very groggy Starr. Adia lifts Starr up, and bodyslams him next to Axiom. She proceeds to hit a double springboard moonsault, and makes the cover on Starr.

“1… 2..”

Kick-out at two and a bit. Axiom is roused by now as well, and he’d have broken it up before three no matter what. Adia lifts Starr up, and gives him a few chest chops as she keeps an eye on Axiom. Axiom tries to rush at her with a clothesline, but Adia ducks allowing Axiom to hit Starr. Axiom turns around into a Samoan drop, and Adia turns around in time to catch Starr staggering towards her, Adia sets him up for a modified Death Valley Driver, and makes the pin.

“1…2…3!”

Adia stands up and the referee raises her hand. Randy and John pass comment as she heads backstage with “Dark Lady” playing.

John: “Adia rifles through this match far too easily. No offence to her two opponents with that, but it looks like Adia’s got something going here.”

Randy: “That it does, John. That it does.”

Winner: Adia Rivvioni

Backstage

We cut backstage where we see Damien Sparks once again. He is wandering backstage holding the flowers. He sees a man just standing in the hall drinking coffee. Damien stops to speak to him..

Damien Sparks; Hey, um.. could you tell me where Brandi James’ locker room is?

Random SFT worker: Yes, Sir. It’s right down the hall

Damien Sparks: Good, hey I may still need you.. come with me.

They both walk down to Brandi James’ locker room. Damien attempts to enter. The door his locked. He knocks on the door. No answer. He turns to the man..

Damien Sparks: Open it!

Random SFT Worker: Sir, I can’t do that, it’s against regulation

Damien Sparks: Look at me, do you know who I am? I’m Damien Sparks, open the door before I crush your face with my first

The man, in fear does as he is told and opens the door. Damien enters and places the flowers with the note on the dressing table, he leaves the room and closes the door behind him

JC: Well Randy, it's about time for us to get ready for Mannie vs.
Myris...



.:The crowd are silent in anticipation as the first few chords of
'Holiday in Cambodia' strum out over the PA System. Before the music
kicks in, the words 'Enter The Expert' flash across the StrikeTron as
they are spoken from a microphone behind the stage. Myris walks out from
behind the curtain to a standing ovation, strutting confidently down the
ramp, holdhing his hands high above his head and soaking up the
appreciation of the Strike Towers crowd. He reaches the ring apron, and
walks up the ringsteps and along the outside of the ropes before ducking
in and climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps down, and
awaits his Mannie.:.

RW: Myris is confident, but it's going to take more then that to defeat
Mannie.



.:The lights in the arena go out as "I Am Your Future" flashes on the
StrikeTron. "On Sight" by Kurupt begins to blast throughout the speakers
in the arena as royal blue lights flicker on and off inside the ring, a
blue spotlight focuses on the ramp. Mannie makes his way out from the
back and the spotlight follows him down to the ring as he slowly
proceeds down the entrance to a chorus of boos. We see Myris in the ring
turn his back on Mannie, streaching on the top rope. Mannie sees his
opportunity and runs into the ring while the music and lights aren't up
yet, and gives Myris a shot to the back of the head. Myris goes down to
a knee as the lights come up, the bell rings, and the music fades.
Mannie gives Myris a couple of kicks to the side as Myris attempts to
get back to his vertical base.:.



JC: Mannie siezing the opportunity to get a few shots in at the start of
this match.



.:Mannie then lifts Myris up to a vertical base, and whips Myris, only
to have Myris reverse it into a irish whip of his own. Mannie bounces
off the ropes into a shoulder back toss from Myris. As Mannie is in the
air though he's able to complete the flip and lands on his feet, only to
fall forward unable to stop his forward momentum. His face bounces off
the mat and he comes up holding his jaw.:.



RW: Well Mannie almost able to complete the flip but unable to get his
landing correct.



.:Mannie is up on his feet, and turns around to a kick to the gut from
Myris. Myris hooks the leg of Mannie and hits a fisherman's suplex. The
ref goes down to count but Myris breaks the bridge. Instead Myris gets
up and puts Mannie's head between his legs. He lifts Mannie up for a
powerbomb, but Mannie instead pushes of Myris' shoulders, and on his way
down hits Myris with a jaw breaker. Myris stumbles holding his jaw, and
leans on the ropes. Suddenly from behind Mannie drops kicks Myris, who
falls face first over the top rope. Myris lands on the mat and is
quickly up to his knees. Mannie waits while Myris stands before
launching off the rope in a spring board cross body block. But Myris
catches Mannie in his arms, and quickly fall away slams him into the
crowd control barrier. Mannie bounces off the barrier holding his back
as Myris lifts him up and tosses him into the ring.:.



JC: Well awsome ring presence by Myris on that reversal. This has been a
great match so far.



.:Mannie gets up to his feet and is bent over holding his back. This
allows Myris to nail Mannie with a bulldog face plant. Myris then
quickly gets over to the top turnbuckle and climbs. He turns around to
see Mannie on his back, and flys off for "Terror Rising", He hits...

1...

2...

3...

The Referee then calls for the bell and raises Myris's hand as we fade to backstage

Winner: Myris

Backstage

We cut backstage once again and we see Sean and Brandi heading for their locker room. Sean opens the door for Brandi; she enters, as does Sean. She looks up and notices the flowers, as does Sean, and he is looking a little confused.

Brandi James: Sean, you shouldn’t have

Sean Lane: I didn’t!

Brandi James: Hmm..

She looks at the flowers and notice’s there is a note attached. She picks up the note and we zoom in to check it out

“Brandi, please accept this as a token of my affection for you, and I want to wish you luck for your big match tonight. Not that you need it; I know you’re going to kick ass (as usual)

Love, Your number one guy, Damien Sparks

PS: Tell Sean I said Hi”

Brandi smiles, and Sean, not looking very happy takes the note from her and reads it. Seconds pass and Sean is insane with rage he crumples the note up and throws it against the wall

Sean Lane: THAT BASTARD!!

And with that we come back to ringside for more tremendous action.

Cut the lighting, queue the music. ‘Cocky’ by Kid Rock echo’s through the crowd as red and white strobes flicker one and off around the place. The crowd boo as Damien Sparks makes his entrance on the stage, hauling back the curtain in time to be hailed by the red and white pyro that has come to signify his entrance. Boos flood the arena, and Damien simply strolls to the ring, ignorant to them, smiling like they were cheers. He playfully holds out the US… no, Canadian Title to the fans, but draws it back in when they reach for it, mocking them, pointing and laughing as he walks by. He rolls in under the bottom rope and leaps to the second rope on the corner. He holds out the US Title and stares out into the crowd. ‘Cocky’ fades out, Damien jumps down and the referee takes the title and places it outside.

Randy: “Look at this arrogant young ass. John, people like Sparks are only making Canada look worse in my eyes.”

John: “Randy, Sparks is a legend here, how can that be making Canada look bad? Besides, Canada rocks, I know people who’ve visited Canada!”

Randy: “You don’t say…”

The lights dim again, this time the ‘Violence Fetish’ by Disturbed hails the entrance, and it is accompanied by red mist. Fox emerges from beneath the red layer that carpets the stage, and starts to stride confidently towards the ring. He gets a mixed reaction from the fans, but they’re enthused and swaying towards his side when he actually interacts with the crowd at the ramp-side. Fox reaches the bottom of the ramp and stands staring at Damien, Damien - un-phased - stares right back. Fox stretches his arms and cracks his neck before attacking the ring, sliding in after a short sprint and finding himself on the wrong end of the early offence.

John: “Great early plan from Sparks, keep Fox on the mat.”

Sparks continues to stomp on Fox as the bell is rung and Leon Tyson turns back to the action. He tells Sparks to break it up for a second, and Fox is allowed to stand. They start to circle each other and Fox looks to hook-up, Damien kicks him in the gut as he does though, and Fox finds himself being hammered back towards the ropes by a combination of knife-edged chops and closed right hands. Damien whips Fox to the opposing side of the ring, and follows him soon after. Fox bounces back from the ropes and is led straight into a knee to the gut. Damien pushes Fox towards the middle of the ring a little, and looks to execute a Russian Leg-sweep, but Fox is aware of his intent, and doesn’t allow Damien to tangle up the legs. Instead Fox twists the move around and executes a make-shift hip-toss, leaving Sparks to roll away and stand up in time for a clothesline.

Randy: “Nice way to turn that Russian Leg-sweep attempt into a match turning point.”

John: “If you want to call a hip-toss and a clothesline a ‘turning point’, then yeah, I guess.”

Sparks bounces back up, and is forced to block a quick right hand from Fox, Sparks tries for a closed fisted left, but Fox blocks it and Sparks is left with little more option than to administer a head-but to his chin. Fox stumbles back as Tyson tries to tell Sparks to keep his fists open. Fox runs at Sparks for another clothesline, but this time Sparks ducks under it, Fox goes running by and bounces back from the ropes straight into a sleeper-hold. Sparks doesn’t leave it in quickly though, and immediately drops his opponent into a rear-naked-choke-drop. Damien crawls over his opponent and hooks his left leg for the cover.

Tyson: “1… 2”

Fox kicks out on two, and Damien springs to his feet. Fox is up of his own accord seconds later and Damien wastes no time in re-starting his offence. Damien hits a stiff fore-arm shot to Fox making him stumble back into the corner. When he’s in the corner Sparks starts letting loose more knife-edged chops on the already reddened upper-torso of Fox.  After about five chops, Damien breaks away to taunt the crowd for a moment, prompting a hail of boos to reign down on him, and allowing Fox a moment to retaliate. One second is all it takes for a punch or two to get Fox back in it. Fox beats his way out of the corner with open right hands, and then whips Sparks into the corner fast himself, so fast that Sparks rebounds out backwards into a school-boy roll-up. Lucky for Sparks that he’s still too aware to let it get anywhere, and he manages to kick out on two. Fox stands up and watches Damien try to correct himself from the roll-up position, and before he can Fox grabs Damiens left leg and hauls him into the middle of the ring. Fox applies a standing knee-wrench to Sparks, before Damien manages to struggle away from it.

Randy: “Nice knee-wrench by Fox, maybe he’ll be working that knee over during the rest of the match.”

Tyson takes Fox aside for a moment and tells him to cool it as Damien gets his bearings again. Both are back to square one, circling each other again in the ring. This time Damien motions to hook-up, but as he draws Fox in, Damien delivers a closed fisted right upper-cut to the chin. Fox is taken aback and left stunned for a moment, allowing Damien to execute a dangerous DDT on him. Damien stands up soon after, and uses a few seconds of the time he’s bought to taunt the fans again. He turns in time to see Fox getting his shit together half-way to his feet, and makes sure he has more to collect with a quick kick that might just have been lower than the gut. Tyson hauls Sparks away who holds up his arms proclaiming his innocence, while the crown boo him to high hell. Tyson lets off after a few seconds and allows Damien to get back in time to take advantage of what he’s done. Damien hits a quick snap suplex as Fox straightens his stance, and then stalks him again as he arises from it. Damien keeps behind Fox’s back, and locks his arms around his waist as soon as he can, he hauls Fox back into a release German Suplex, and quickly arranges an egotistical, one-footed pin from the situation.

Tyson: “One, two…”

Fox kicks out at the wrong side of too, and a little close to three. Damien stands up and takes Fox with him. Sparks stands Fox in the corner of the ring and takes a few steps away before bouncing back at him for a super-kick. Fox ducks instinctively, and pops up behind Damien. Sparks turns and finds himself on the wrong end of a desperation spinning heel kick that takes the two men to the ground. Tyson starts his count.

John: “I have to admit that was a good innovative way to counter that. I expected Fox to try for something powerful, but he surprised Sparks and the rest of us by breaking out a speedy and educated kick.”

Randy: “Fox was lucky he’s got great instincts, in Sparks had landed that kick, it could’ve been the end of this already.”

Tyson reaches a four count as Sparks is almost on his feet, Fox is still recuperating; but Sparks’ attention is drawn to the man making his way to ringside. Sean Lane slowly wanders to the bottom of the ramp between four and eight in Tyson’s count. By now Fox is back on his feet, and Damien is arguing with lane as he makes his way to the announcers table. Fox uses the situation to his advantage, and surprises Damien with a quick fore-arm to the back of the head. Damien stumbles forward and is left grabbing the ropes as Fox tries to follow it up with a German suplex. Tyson stands to the side of Fox, as Lane takes time from his journey to the announce table to take a cheap shot at Damiens face as it hangs over the ropes. Damien lets go of the ropes and is quickly lifted into a German suplex - with a bridge.

Tyson: “One, two…”

Sparks kicks out just as Lane takes up a headset and joins commentary.

Lane: “Good Evening Randy, John.”

John: “Well everyone asks it in this situation eventually, so Lane, why are you out here now?”

Lane: “Just scouting my pay-per-view opponent John. The match is set in stone, and I’m pretty sure I want to win it.”

John: “As good a reason as any, I suppose.”

Sparks and Fox are back on their feet now, and Sparks is now finding it harder to concentrate on his offence. Whenever he gets the chance now, he’ll stare over at Lane in contempt, and let Fox back into it. Fox hits a delayed vertical suplex, and hauls Sparks up again. Sparks pushes Fox off, and tries for the gut kick again. Fox grabs his Leg though and Sparks is forced to turn it into an enzighuri. Unlucky as Fox ducks and Sparks eats mat thanks to his own move. Fox uses the fault to his advantage, and locks in an ankle-lock. Sparks wriggles and writhes towards the ropes in a hurry, he climbs up them, and frees himself from the lock. Sparks stands off for a moment, and Lane passes comment.

Lane: “A little cowardly from Sparks there, huh?”

Sparks scowls at Lane, like he heard him and suddenly runs at Fox. Sparks ducks under a punch attempt from Fox, and pops up behind himself in time to see him turn into a kick to the gut. Sparks starts hooking the arms and the crowd pop a little in anticipation.

John: “Ego Trip!”

Lane: “Aw, Hell no!”

John: “Hey, where you goin’?”

Lane picks up his chair and drops his head-set as he heads inside. Sparks looks down on Fox with his back to Sean as he slides in, he’s about to drop into the cover as Lane brings a chair down on his head. Sparks drops on top of Fox, but Tyson has already had the bell rung for a DQ. Lane continues to brutalise Damien as the bell rings out and Tyson tries to stop him.

Winner: Damien Sparks

The lights dim and "Headstrong" by Tapped starts up. As the bass line picks
up, two shots of purple and silver pyro shoot straight up towards the arena's
rafters. As the smoke clears, Lane is standing with arms outstretched and
Brandi James clutching around his waist and then makes his way slowly down the ramp
and around the ring, taunting the fans. Brandi then steps under the rope that
Sean holds down with his foot, and into the ring and they move into two
opposite corners, each time raising her arms and yelling back at the fans before
going over towards the entrance again before Brandi can continue her entrance
ritual

"Darkness" by Peter Gabriel hits the pa system as Aj Nin Red Rum emerges
from the back with the Intercontinental Title draped over his shoulder. He
casually strolls down the ring and passed Sean Lane as he makes his way
backstage. Aj Nin slides into the ring and drops the belt on the ground and has a
stare down with Brandi James.

RW - Well folks it's time for our Main Event here on tonight's edition of
Friday Night Inferno.

JC - Yes sir and I'm ready€¦I'm putting my money on Brandi!

RW - Figures€¦you perverted bastard.

JC - Bite me.

The stare down continues until it is broke by Brandi James who slaps Aj Nin
Red Rum. He takes the blow, holds his face then chuckles. He then grabs Brandi
by her hair and hits an inverted face lock brainbuster suplex. Aj Nin stays on
the offensive by locking on an arm bar on Brandi who quickly scoots over to
the ropes and grabs them, referee Leon Tyson forces Aj Nin to break the hold.
Brandi gets to her feet as they square off once again, this time Brandi getting
the best of Aj Nin and hitting a nice DDT sending Aj into the mat hard.
Brandi tries to lock in a Boston Crab but Aj Nin kicks her away and gets to his
feet as they square off once more. This time Aj Nin tosses Brandi into the ropes

Aj Nin Red Rum has Brandi James setup for the Dead Weight and he is about to drop her on her head when two quarters drop on a table on the StrikeTron and "What Up Gangsta" by 50 Cent hits. Aj Nin Red Rum, with Brandi James still setup for the Dead Weight, turns and looks up to the top of the ramp. Big T walks out, but there is something very different about him.

RW: Does Big T have??

JC: Yeah Randy, Big T has....tits.

Big T walks down the ramp way with his "tits". Aj Nin Red Rum stares at Big T and starts busting out laughing.

RW: Aj Nin Red Rum is laughing his ass off right now.

Big T begins doing jumping jacks and Aj Nin Red Rum can barely contain himself as Big T's "tits" bounce up and down like crazy.

JC: Aj just released his hold on Brandi.

Brandi James slides down Aj Nin Red Rum's stomach and goes between his legs. Big T stops jumping up and down and begins backing up the ramp. Brandi James stands up, Aj Nin Red Rum turns around, and she drops him on his face with the Final Nail.

RW: Final Nail!! Final Nail!!

Brandi James rolls Aj Nin Red Rum on his back and covers him. 1..... 2..... 3... Ding Ding Ding!!!

Harvey Vaughn: Your winner and NEW Intercontinental Champion.... Brandi James!!

Winner: Brandi James

Big T rolls in the ring and pulls a mic from his "tits". He crawls over to a motionless Aj Nin Red Rum and holds the mic to his mouth.

Big T: There's an old saying about laughing, but I dont like it. SO I got my own... He who laughs last, laughs loudest. He who laughs first, is a jackass who just lost his Intercontinental Title. I'll see you at War Games in two days.

Big T stands up and looks down at Aj Nin Red Rum. Then he looks up at Brandi James, grabs his right "tit", and waves at her. Brandi laughs as Big T exits the ring.

RW: Well looks like its going to get ugly, see you at wargames.

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