"Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit starts and pyros shoot from both sides. The titan tron shows a switchblade going through a skull and shattering it to pieces. The name "SwitchBlade" is seen in red letters on the switchblade. Then a bunch of clips of all of SwitchBlade's matches are shown. SwitchBlade then pops up from the entrance with a cheer from the audience, and struts down to the ring doing taunts for the audience. He climbs up on the apron, and jumps over the ropes, and stands in the center of the ring.

RW: LOOK! SwitchBlade's here and ready for action!

JC: He's not here to wrestle, idiot. He hasn't been booked at all. I've also heard that he won't be booked anymore until the pay per view.

RW: Why is that?

JC: I dunno…

SwitchBlade asks for a microphone, and gets one. The crowd stops their cheering to hear what SwitchBlade has to say.

SwitchBlade: So how is everybody today?

The crowd starts cheering.

SwitchBlade: What was that?

The crowd cheers louder.

SwitchBlade: I must have an ear infection…I can't hear a thing!

The crowd starts to uproar in cheers.

SwitchBlade: That's better… ha ha ha…but seriously, I have an announcement to make. Now as you all know…I've been a SFT superstar here for a good amount of time. I've had my fair share of wins and losses. I have fought some of the best wrestlers of SFT, and I held the top three belts in SFT.

RW: And all that is true…

SwitchBlade: What can I say…I've done it all…well almost…you see ever since coming to SFT, I have wanted to fight Shadow. Now I knew I was not going to just GET that match as soon as I walked in the door. Oh no…I had to work for it. And work I did. Every day I fought and worked my ass off just for this match. It means so much to me. It will be the most important match of my life. Not just because it'll be my greatest match ever…but it will be…my last match!

The crowd goes in shock, and starts booing.

RW: WHAT? NO! SAY IT ISN'T SO!

JC: Dude calm down…it's sad, but these things happen.

RW: But….but….(he weeps).

SwitchBlade: Now I know you're all sad to hear, but everybody leaves. It's a natural process. I have to step down for the younger generation. I've done everything I have wanted to do here. What do you want me to do…go after the TV title? There's just no point.

The crowd agrees, but is still upset.

SwitchBlade: Don't worry. There will be others like me for you to cheer for. But always remember me. But remember me for my match at the ppv. It's one you'll never forget. Thank you SFT…I love you.

SwitchBlade drops the mike, and steps out of the ring. He seems to be wiping something from his face, but nobody can see what it is. As he heads up the ramp, some of the audience members are cheering "SwitchBlade" over and over again.

RW: He'll be missed by a lot of people.

JC: Yeah…it's sad to see a man like him go.

HV: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first..."

The Union Underground's "Turn Me on Mr. Dead Man" starts up. After the song breaks into to chorus white pyros shoot up from the top of the stage creating a bunch of smoke.

HV: From Galway, Ireland. Weighing in at 225 pounds...THE NECROPHILE!!!

When the smoke clears The Necrophile is making his way down to the ring. He climbs onto the apron and then hops over the ropes. In one motion The Necrophile slips his lab technician's overcoat off and tosses it out of the ring while at the same time flinging his arms in the air in an arrogant pose for the crowd.

HV: Next, coming down the aisle...

"No Shelter" by Rage Against The Machine plays over the P.A system.

HV: From Hamilton, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 231 pounds...AL CREED!!!

Al Creed stands at the entry way and raises his arms in a crucifix pose, and spins around slowly. Then he makes his way down the aisle, taunting the fans. He then rolls into the ring, and climbs the top turnbuckle, and raises his arms in another crucifix pose.

HV: Finally, coming down the aisle...

"Hiphopper" by Thomas Rusiak plays over the P.A. system.

HV: From Oxford, England, weighing in at 207 pounds...SERIOUS STEVE!!!

Serious Steve walks to the ring while attempting to trash talk the crowd, after awhile he gives up and continues his walk as the crowd cheers him on. Steve slides under the rope to enter the ring, and is immediately attacked by Al Creed.

JC: This match...could be interesting.

RW: I think it's already there, with Creed taking control over Steve.

Necrophile stands in a corner with his hands on the top rope as Creed whips Steve into the ropes and hits a big powerslam. Creed starts punching Steve in the face and head. Creed stands up and yells at Steve to get up. Out of no where Necro hits the Awestruck to the back of Creed's head. Creed falls in a heap and Necro goes for a quick pin but only gets a 1 count. Necro picks up Creed and whips him to the ropes. Necro stands close to the opposite ropes and then hits a drop toehold on Creed, sending Creed neck first into the second rope. Suddenly Steve runs in out of no where and jumps, landing with his leg over Creed's back. Creed bounces off the second rope, and holds his neck. Necro is about to go for the pin but is kicked in the face by Steve. Steve picks up Necro and goes for a Diamond Cutter but is tossed into the ropes. On the rebound Necro goes for a spinning heel kick, but Steve rolls under the kick. Steve then runs and hits a Diamond Cutter on Necro.

JC: Steve's taken control of this match.

RW: "I think he's serious. Dead serious.

Steve looks out to the crowd, and smiles to himself. He looks down at Necro and is about to bend down to pick him up, but Al Creed comes from behind and hooks Steve in the Katahajime. Steve struggles to try and free himself. Then, almost as if it were slow motion, Creed hits a Katahajime suplex, leaving a motionless Serious Steve on the mat. A "Holy Shit!" chant starts from the crowd as Creed rolls Steve over and goes for a pin.

RW: IT'S OVER, IT'S GOTTA BE OVER!

JC: SWEET JESUS!

1......2........ Necro jumps over Creed's back, landing an elbow drop to the back of his head. Necro picks up Creed and kicks him in the gut. Necro then goes to whip Creed into the corner, but Creed reverses, then Necro reverses, tossing Creed into the opposite of the target corner. In the process, Creed slams into the referee, who was standing in the corner. The referee goes does, laying motionless near a now slightly moving Serious Steve. Creed lays against the turnbuckles, looking at Necro. Necro runs and takes a leap, going for an avalanche type move. Creed ducks down, and heads out of the ring, as Necro lands, hitting his face against the turnbuckle. Necro squirms around on the mat as Creed struts outside the ring, tapping his head.

JC: That Al Creed, he's got all the smarts.

RW: ...and none of the looks, right?

Steve slowly rolls out of the ring, holding his neck. Creed, who's on the adjacent side of the ring, starts to take out a table from under the ring as the referee is still unmoving in the ring. Creed turns the table on its side, to set up the legs but Steve comes from behind and clips Creed's knee. Creed falls to one knee, holding the injured one. Steve starts kicking at Creed. Steve steps back and waits as Creed stands and turns and then gets nailed with a superkick from Steve. Creed goes down, holding his jaw. Steve walks around the ring, holding his neck a little, and goes and gets a steel chair. Necrophile watches from inside the ring, covering his face, which seems to be covered in blood now.

RW: My god I think Necrophile broke his nose on that missed corner splash.

JC: Maybe he got some kool-aid when we weren't looking and dribbled a bit?

Creed starts to get up as Steve walks over. Steve goes for a swinging headshot with the chair, but Creed ducks and moves, his back against the ring. Steve goes for an overhead shot with the chair, but Creed ducks down, causing the chair to bounce off the ropes and into Steve's face. Steve stumbles back a few steps. Creed grabs the chair out of Steve's hands and swings with all his energy at Steve's head. Steve gets hit hard, lifting an inch off the ground and flies back. Steve lands and holds his head, which has now been busted wide open. Creed sets up the table in a diagonal way compared to the ring, and then goes to get Steve. Creed grabs Steve and slides him back into the ring. Creed gets up on the apron, where Necrophile comes and hits a spear through the top and middle ropes. Creed falls down to the floor holding his ribs. Necro picks up Steve and hits Shangri-la. Necro pins Steve. Necro hooks the leg and looks around.

JC: The man had the win.

RW: There was no win to be had because there was no ref. If the glove don't fit, John...you must acquit.

JC: What the hell are you smoking?

The referee is barely moving. Necro gets up and walks over to the ref. Necro checks the ref and sees if he's ok. The ref nods. Necro then hits an elbow to the back of the referee's head, knocking the ref out again. Creed rolls into the ring with the steel chair. Necro turns around from the referee to meet a chair shot to the head. Creed drops the chair and looks at Steve, who's holding on to the ropes and struggling to stand up. Creed runs and hits a knee to Steve's ribs. Creed then grabs Steve's hair, and pulls his head back. Creed looks Steve in the eyes and smiles, and then headbutts him. Creed picks up Steve over his shoulder and sets up Steve on corner, near where the table is.. Creed goes out onto the apron and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle. Creed stands Steve up on the otherside, and then punches Steve in the gut, Steve bends over in pain. Creed then hops over Steve's back, in a sunset flip motion, and hits The Cultural Revolution on Steve into the table set up at ring side earlier. Another "Holy Shit" chant starts from the crowd as Creed looks down at Steve and smiles. Creed rolls into the ring and looks down at Steve. Creed turns and is caught by surprise by a chair coming towards him. Creed catches the chair, which is quickly kicked into Creed's face by another Awestruck from Necrophile. Necro grabs the chair and hits Creed on his back a few times with it. Necro picks Creed up by the hair and then sets him up on the top rope. Necro then sets up the chair on the mat and gets up on the second rope. Necro punches Creed a few times and then hooks Creed's head under his arm. Necro steps up to the top rope and grabs Creed's shorts and hits Shangri-la from the top rope, planting Creed's head into the chair, leaving a huge dent. Necro grabs the chair and tosses it outside the ring, Necro walks over to the referee and drags him over to Creed, and then slaps him a little to wake him up. Necro pins Creed, and the referee looks over at them and starts the count. 1.....2........3!

Winner: Necrophile

Suddenly the camera cuts to backstage where we see Alexander Mortaigus is walking down the halls. He sees Jeff King standing at the end of the hall sipping a cup of coffee. Alexander walks up to him and get in his face.

Alexander Mortaigus: Hello Jeff

Jeff King: Oh what do you want?

Alexander Mortaigus: What I've been wanting Jeff an apology for my sister!

Jeff King: Calm down you ugly bastard it's been almost a month since that happened can you just forget about it?

Alexander Mortaigus: If there's one thing you don't do with me Jeff it's messing with my family. If you had attacked me in a match or something I would have forgotten about it by now. But messing with my family? I don't forget about that until there's an apology from the guy who messed with my family.

Jeff King: Look you're little bitch of a sister isn't going to get an apology out of me ok?! She may be fine and all but she's not getting an apology out of me! And one more thing! Duck...

Alexander stands there with a confused look in his eyes when suddenly he takes a chair shot to the head from behind. Misfit tosses the chair shot to the side as Nirvana, Hahn Mann, Johnny Legend, Joe Mokoko, and James Sensation come in and start to pound on Alexander. He tries to fight back but the numbers overwhelm him. Eventually he drops down to all fours and right when it looks like he's about to collapse Hahn Mann and Johnny Legend pick him up and thrown him into the wall. Joe Mokoko and James Sensation drop toe hold him on his way back and send his head through the table. Nirvana walks over and locks the devillock on Alexander. But at this point he doesn't even writh in pain. Nirvana releases the hold and stands up. Jeff King walks over with a big smirk on his face. He pulls out the Sabaji title and lays it accross Alexander's chest.

Jeff King: Well well well. I told you to duck. Look just to show that I respect that you're still alive after that I'll give you this new Sabaji title. Ok? I mean after taking a beating like that you should have something to show for it huh? I was going to give it to Nirvana but I think you've earned it. You don't mind do you Nirvana?

Nirvana: Not at all.

The New Age Anti-heros all laugh as they walk off. The camera pans back to Alexander who just sits up like nothing happened.

Acesuper is in the ring ready and willing to go. Rein Webb’s music starts but he does not come out. Then Paul Phillips music starts up and no Paul. Acesuper is confused. The bell rings and Acesuper is announced winner.

Shoots and Ladders starts up and we see Shadow come out, with a smirk on his face.

Shadow: “Acesuper, I appreciate you being out here when your opponents were delayed, but that doesnt change you won and I have taken notice of your efforts for your work you will be booked at the ppv against someone yet to be determined, winner gets a shot at the US title. Acesuper congrats this is a big step for you so dont make me regret it.”

Winner: Acesuper

The scene goes to the backstage area where we see Slayer prepared for his match. Sylvia Sterling walks over to him.

Sterling: Oh... Slayer... sorry. You don't have a match tonight.

Slayer: Why not?

Sterling: Chris Kanath had some traveling problems.

Slayer: Damn it. Looks like I'll have to wait a little longer to get my hands on him.

Slayer walks away and the scene goes back to the ring.

The arena lights cut out for a moment, then suddenly red and white lights flicker all round the arena, then "Cocky" hits and the arena fills with boo's. Red and white pyro streams from the top of the entrance with "Wrestling's Numero Uno" Damien Sparks standing just infront of it. He looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face as he slowly makes his way to the ring, taunting the jeering fans on the way.

JC: This man is a God

RW: Sure he is...

JC: No, really. I learned about him in Mythology.

RW: Really?

JC: No...

RW: Damn...

Sparks slides into the ring and he poses for the thousands of fans to snap pictures.

JC: Why do most of these people love him?

RW: Because he's Damien Sparks.

"You Shook Me All Night Long" by AC/DC hits the arena as Black, Maroon, Orange, and Yellow lights flash at the enterance. Schizophrenia walks out from the back to a huge reaction from the crowd. As she's making her way down to the ring, we can see her smiling while winking and waving to Damien. Damien smiles back in waves knowing that he's got Chrissy on his side. Schizo slides into the ring as the music stops. With both competitors in the ring, the bell sounds and the match is officially underway.

JC: This is going to be a great match.

Schizo and Sparks meet in the center of the ring and they shake hands.

RW: Aww...

JC: This is going to be a great match.

Schizo and Sparks meet in the center of the ring and they shake hands. Damien lets go and turns around for a second. Suddenly Schizo falls back to onto the canvas like she's been hit with a chair...Damien turns around confused. We see Schizo's eyes open and she winks at Damien. Damien smiles as he sees what she's downing. Damien slowly drops down to his knees before covering Schizo, who is obviously Chrissy at this point, and hooks a leg. The fans are booing like hell and the ref at first doesn't drop down for the count out of confussion.

RW: Hell no...this was supposed to be a awsome match...but Damien using his god like powers has knocked Schizo out without even trying!

JC: Are you an idiot or something? She's taking the fall, dumbass...

The ref counts 1...2...Damien is all smiles...kick out! Damien gets up pissed off as Schizo suddenly springs to her feet. Damien is screaming at her "it's a three count you dumb bitch" when suddenly he gets a kick below the belt from JoAnna.

RW: Is she nuts? Doing that to a man like Damien...now we won't have little Damien's running around.

JC: Don't worry Randy, he probably has about 1,200 bastard kids all over the world.

Damien is doubled over holding his...um...you know...and Schizo lifts his head to face her. She gives him a kiss before bring her knee up to his jaw. Damien goes down holding his jaw and his crotch as Schizo walks over and is yelling at him. Suddenly he grabs her leg and leg drags her. As she gets up Damien meets her with a huge clothesline. Damien turns around holding his jaw as Schizo slowly starts to get to her feet. Damien turns around and Russian Leg Sweeps Schizo back onto the mat.

RW: Sparks looks proud... as he should be.

Schizo gets back to her feet. When Sparks turns to her, he gets a fistful of fury from JoAnna. That knocks him down, but not out. He quickly gets in a superkick, that knocks Schizo out of the ring.

JC: YEA!

She gets up and jumps to the apron. Jamie springboards off the ropes and hits a flipping neckbreaker on Sparks. She goes for the cover.

RW: 1... kickout!

She gets up and when Sparks gets to his knees, Brea jumps back and swings forward with a swift kick to Damien's head. She goes for the cover once again.

JC: 1... 2... kickout! Damn that was close.

She lets Sparks up once again. The referee makes Schizo back off. She pushes away and jumps at Sparks, but ends up smacking her head on the turnbuckle instead. When Schizoprenia turns around, Sparks locks both of her arms and delivers the devistating "Ego Drop".

RW: Nice one, Sparks!

Sparks poses for the fans. He goes for the cover, but gets up before the one count can even be made. He gets Schizo up and puts her over his shoulder facing the ground. He climbs to the second rope. He quickly jumps off and slams her down onto the mat.

JC: There's "The Difference Maker", folks. It's all over now.

He goes for the cover and the referee counts.

RW: 1... 2... 3!

Winner: Damien Sparks

Just before Damien Sparks is about to leave the ring after his hard fought bout against Schizophrenia, "Would" by Alice In Chains begins to play. Damien leans up against the turnbuckle and practically collapses, still exhausted, and he cannot believe somebody else is going to come out to the ring. Once the beat picks up in the song, a man wearing a red and black hooded robe and rounded black sunglasses steps out onto the stage. He walks about halfway down the ramp, and then throws his robe off, revealing a red and black pair of short boxing shorts.

RW: That's Kris Ryder!

JC: Prophet, Randy. That isn't the Kris Ryder everybody used to know..

RW: I still can't get used to calling him that. Wait..what does he have in his hands?

The camera zooms in to reveal that in his left hand, Prophet holds a pike, and in his right hand, a steel chain. He holds them out in his open palms, and smiles. As he slides into the ring, he is handed a microphone. Damien just glares at him from across the ring, holding his head.

Prophet: No need for hostilities, Sparks. Your fate has not yet been determined. But it will be very soon, my friend. More so than you may think.

Damien continues to stare down Prophet, watching him very carefully to make sure he doesn't try anything.

Prophet: I am here tonight to offer you a very special opportunity. You might even call it a once in a lifetime chance. How would you like to have powerful allies, Damien? Allies who will be with you come hell or high water? Not just allies, Damien, but friends as well. I have come to understand that you are a member of "Fantastic in Theory". Do you really think you belong with them, Damien? Wait, what am I saying? There is only one other standing member of this little group, and it is Myris. He doesn't treat you with the respect you deserve. He is using you for a stepping stone. Can you not see it?

RW: What the hell is he doing?

JC: Quite, Randy, I want to hear this..

Damien hasn't moved an inch since Prophet came to the ring, and he continues to watch him. Sparks suddenly mouths the words "I'm listening" to Prophet.

Prophet: Very good, Damien. As you probably have realized by now, I am offering you a spot in the Dead Pac. Not only will the Dead Pac care for you, but it will give you power, Damien. You will become twice the man you are now. Trust me. The Dead Pac is where you belong.

RW: Prophet is trying to recruit Damien Sparks to the Dead Pac!

JC: You just figure that out, RW? And this isn't recruiting, Prophet is playing with the man's mind!

Prophet: You know it is your destiny, Damien. You are destined to become an unstoppable force, driven by the rage and the hate the Dead Pac will give you. You know you want to give in, Damien..

Damien seems to think to himself for a moment, and then his eyes widen, as if he just awoke from a transe. He yells something across the ring to Prophet.

Damien Sparks: You and the Dead Pac can kiss my ass!

Prophet: I am deeply sorry you feel that way, Damien. Has Myris clouded your mind so much to that you cannot see past his deceitfulness?

Damien Sparks: I know what you are trying to do, and I don't like it. Your hypnotism bullshit won't work on me!

Prophet frowns, and holds out the pike and the chain. He motions to them with his head.

Prophet: Then I am afraid that is what these are for.

Damien is caught off guard by Prophet, who sprints across the ring and wraps the chain around his neck, straddling Damien's back. Prophet pulls on the chain until Damien is so low on breath that he cannot fight back, and then begins to jab away at his forehead with the pike, instantly drawing blood.

JC: Oh my god! This man is sick!

Eventually Damien seems to be almost completely unconsciouss, but this does not stop Prophet, who continues to assault him with the pike. By now, Damien is wearing a thick crimson mask. Prophet eventually drops the pike and chain, and watches Damien collapse to the mat and lie there, motionless. He then wastes no time in sliding out of the ring and and finding a table, then bringing it back into the ring. He sets it up leaning in the corner on a turnbuckle, then hoists Damien onto his shoulders, with Damien's chest facing upwards.

RW: You don't think..

JC: Oh shit! This doesn't look good for Damien Sparks!

Prophet runs towards the table with Damien on his shoulders, and hits the Fall From Grace through the table into the turnbuckle! Prophet quickly jumps to his feet and ties Damien's feet to the top rope with the chain, thus hanging him upside down. Sparks just hangs there, coughing up blood all over himself and the mat. Prophet begins to stomp away on the back of Damien's head, adding insult to injury. After a few more kicks, Prophet stops and stares at Damien Sparks. He seems content with his work, so he slides out of the ring and begins to back up the ramp. He speaks into his mic.

Prophet: Again, I am deeply sorry it had to come to this, Damien. You had your chance. Your fate has been decided and carried out, my friend.

"Would" by Alice In Chains begins to play again, as Prophet continues walking backwards up the ramp.

RW: That is a very sick individual right there, John.

JC: Indeed it is.

Officials begin to try and untie Damien from the ropes as Prophet makes his way to the back, still smiling at what he has done.

The scene cuts from the arena to an abandoned building downtown. Outside, we see Cyril Acheston standing in the middle of the street. He looks up to the top floor of the four story building, where he sees a man. Cyril waves and the man waves back. Cyril speaks to himself.

Winner: Aj Nin Red Rum

The scene cuts back to the arena, where Erik Dean is watching his monitor.

Erik Dean: Oh my God.

He turns to the camera.

Erik Dean: Ladies and gentlemen, what you just saw was extremely dangerous and should never be tried again. Aj Nin Red Rum and Cyril Acheston went into that match knowing full well what the stipulations were. The winner of the match was the first one to escape the flaming building. We didn't anticipate the building collapsing like that. Due to escapement, Aj Nin Red Rum is the winner... and the new Strike Fantasy Towers United States Heavyweight Champion. As for Cyril Acheston... we'll have an update on him as soon as we have one. Good night, fans. Rest easy.

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