We come back from commercial Reno Destiny and Jesus H. Crist are both in the ring as the bell rings.

RW: Jesus Christ, what kind of name is Jesus H. Crist.

JC: Don't take the lords name in vain.

RW: Thats his name idiot, Jesus Christ.

JC: What, who is named Jesus Christ?

RW: Jesus H. Christ

JC: His name is Jesus H. Crist?

RW: What did I just say?

JC: Huh? whatchamacallit?

RW: Ugh I give up you on, JC youre a smart guy did you smoke crack tonight?

Back in the ring, we have witnessed Crist and Reno going at it as only rookies do, beating the crap out of each other.

JC: Theyre out to impress the staff.

Reno with a spinebuster on Crist followed by a guillotine leg drop. Reno does a spinorooni and nails a DVD on Crist as he goes for the cover, 1...2...kickout barely.

RW: That Reno guy looks good out there.

Reno grabs Crist and picks him up and hits a brainbuster!

JC: Wow some old school moves there

Reno as if on que now executes a piledriver followed by a powerbomb! Reno goes for the pin but stops himself.

RW: Ahh now he's showing off.

Reno with a DDT and a fisherman suplex on Crist. Reno tires a pin but Crist kicks out at 2. Crist kicks Reno in the head and does a leg scissor take down. Crist begins to punch Reno in the head and leans back to do a wierd strech type of move some of the luchadores do.

JC: Jesus rocks! Where'd he learn that move?

RW: Whereever he picked it up, it sure looks like it hurts.

Reno is in anguish as he is able to fight his way to the ropes and grabs for dear life. The ref makes Crist break the hold. Jesus is up in a flash and puts his knee to Reno's chin. Reno is down. Crist with a baseball slide and pushes Reno over the side. Crist struts a bit. Reno tries to get back in the ring, as Crist comes running over. But Reno puts a shoulder through the rope and catches Crist, Crist gets the wind knocked out of him. Reno with another shoulder block and uses the ropes momentum to do a sunset flip over the ropes and roll up. He has a hand full of tights but the ref doesnt notice as he counts 1...2...3.

RW: Its over and done with and Jesus loses!

"Slammin" by Buck Cherry plays and Goldeneye walks out to the ring. When he holds up his hands on the walkway, pyro explodes. Goldeneye then posses for the fans in the ring.

JC: There's the Challenger... Goldeneye!

WELCOME....TO THE RADIATION ERA is heard in a deep bass voice throughout the arena. Suddenly the lights turn bright white and red and orange pyros start exploding on both sides of the ramp. As the pyros fade suddenly "Lithium" By Nirvana erupts through the speakers and the black curtains up on the stage are thrown aside from the left as Radiant walks out onto the main stage. He takes a few steps out onto the main stage and then stops and leans back and looks up at the main searchlight shining down on him. He raises both arms into the air and pauses for a few moments. Seconds later he lowers his arms and shakes his head and begins walking down the ramp. Along the way he slaps a few fans hands and gets a cheap pop. He runs the remaining twenty feet or so and reaches the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He stands up right after and runs to the far left turnbuckle and hops up to the top. He raises both arms into the air and receives a loud applause from the fans. Seconds later "Lithium" By Nirvana fades and Radiant hops down and stretches on the ropes and then walks towards the center of the ring. The lights fade back down to where they were and the pyros finally stop.

RW: And the XTreme champion... Radiant!

The two meet at the center of the ring and lock up for about 2 seconds before Radiant gets the upper hand, tossing Goldeneye to the corner and charging him, splashing him into the corner. Radiant walks out to survey his damage, and Goldeneye leaps into action with a WHOOOOOO!...nothin'. After missing his chop, Goldeneye crashes to the mat. Radiant leaps into the air and drops a massive leg on the back of Goldeneye's head, then turns him over and covers. 1! 2! Goldeneye gets his foot on the ropes and points to it for good measure. The ref orders Radiant off, and he complies.

JC: Near fall by Radiant!

Radiant pulls Goldeneye to his feet and whips him to the ropes, and Goldeneye grabs the ropes and bails out of the ring, much to the displeasure of the crowd. However, the crowd gets on its collective feet as Radiant charges and takes to the air, flying over the top rope toward Goldeneye!!! However, Radiant's clumsy ol' legs prove to be his downfall, as they get caught on the top rope and trip him up. Further complicating matters, Goldeneye, ever the opportunist, manages to catch Radiant on his shoulders and Northan Lights Suplex!!!!

RW: HAHA, Radiant tripped!

JC: And what a capatolzation by Goldeneye!

RW: Capatolzation, whatever, Mr. I have a College Degree!

Radiant's out on the floor, and Goldeneye rolls back in. The ref begins to count Radiant out. 1! 2! The crowd joins in. 3! 4! 5! For some reason, Goldeneye doesn't seem to happy about this, and he grabs a chair from beneath the ring and goes to the top rope. The ref breaks his count to warn Goldeneye to get off the ropes, and Goldeneye complies, flying off the top rope, while comeing down with a chairshot to the head of Radiant!!! This serves to wake up Radiant, who cries out in pain (YEARRGH!, or something like that). Goldeneye recovers quickly and covers for the pin!

Ref: 1.... 2.... Radiant gets his foot on the ropes.

JC: A Top-Rope chair shot!

RW: It didn't keep the Rad-Man down though.

Goldeneye's really relying on his luck today, and he goes back up top, leaping off with another Chairshot!!! This time, Radiants sticks up a foot and the chair smashes Goldeneye in the face! Goldeneye quickly snaps down on the ground, Radiant stumbles to his feet, and Goldeneye surprisingly gets up.

RW: Niiiiice! Radiant with a good reverse on that.

Radiant tries to hip toss him, but Goldeneye counters, and attempts his own. Radiant blocks it, and Goldeneye gets nothing but a strained back and a whip to the ropes. Goldeneye running, and Radiant goes for a BIG BOOT!!! Goldeneye ducks it, but stays on one knee for too long, and Radiant whips around with a... LOW KICK!!! Goldeneye goes down, and Radiant...doesn't cover? Nope, Radiant's got more tricks up his sleeve! He goes to the top!!! MOONSAULT!!! Goldeneye gets his knees up, seemingly forgetting that Radiant weighs over 250 pounds. Both men feel this as Radiant hits and rolls away. Goldeneye rolls out of the ring, praying to God his kneecaps aren't shattered.

RW: Ouch! The Rad-manogram did a moonsault, but Goldielocks got his knees up and he is feeling the pain.

JC: Rad-manogram? Goldielocks? Do you have a pet name for me too?

RW: Cartwrong!

JC: That's Retarded.

Goldeneye turns back to go the ring, but gets a baseball slide to the face and tumbles into the announcer's table! Radiant follows suit and slams Goldeneye's face into the table!

JC: HEY! Radiant! There's a Spanish Announce Table! GO BOTHER THEM!!!

Radiant doesn't listen, attempting to smash Goldeneye's face further into the table, but Goldeneye, ever the thoughtful human being, puts a stop to this, and whips Radiant toward the stairs. Radiant hits the stairs with such force that he actually flips upside down, in a weird out of the ring tree of woe. Goldeneye nails Radiant with his dropkick, and the back of Radiant's head nails the stairs. Radiant is then tossed back in the ring, followed by Goldeneye. Radiant's back to his feet, but wobbly, and Goldeneye tosses him to the ropes, hitting an AMAZING TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER, but possibly screwing up his knee even more. Radiant down, and Goldeneye just kinda falls on him. 1! 2! Kickout, but a whole lot weaker this time.

JC: And the match goes on!

Goldeneye sits up, and signals that he's ready to finish this thing off! He pulls Radiant up and whips him back into a corner with all his might! Radiant hits hard and sags into the turnbuckle, and Goldeneye comes in, Knife edge chop! He thows him on the ground and locks him in the Painville, USA!

JC: Painsville, USA! Radiant could tap out and lose the XTreme title!

Radiant gets to the ropes and Goldeneye pulls him off it and pins!!!!!

Ref: 1!!!! 2!!!! KICKOUT!!!!!!

RW: I thought it would be over right there!

Goldeneye pounds the mat in frustration and sets Radiant up again!!! Radiant powers out and whips Goldeneye to the ropes, swinging that big arm of his in an attempt to put Goldeneye down. Goldeneye ducks it, bounces off the other ropes and comes full speed ahead at Radiant, who jumps up and hits a LOU THESZ PIN!!!

Ref: 1!!!!!! 2!!!!!!... kickout!

Radiant picks up Goldeneye, but Goldeneye acts quick and goes for the Respector! But Radiant reverses it into the Closing the Casket! He pins!

Ref: 1!!!!!!!!!!!! 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RW: Next up is a ladder match for the SFT Lightweight championship!

JC: That should be a great match between two excellent competitors.

RW: And normally this would be main event status in other federations, but not in SFT!

JC: Hell no! We put the lity in quality.

RW: We do?

JC: No we don't…now shut up!

RW: You're confusing me again.

JC: Yeah…it's fun.

(The camera cuts to the ring entrance. Soon, "NightMare," by Dry Kill Logic hits the PA as all the lights go out and a countdown appears on the Strike Tron. 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1...0! "Virus Upload Complete" appears on the Strike Tron, in large, bold, Neon Green Letters. A brief pause is followed by Green strobe lights that begin to flicker rapidly, while huge green pyros go off. Virus steps out onto the ramp wearing all black, and a large trench coat, with a cynical look on his face, and slowly walks to the ring as the crowd cheers him on.)

Candy Peaks: This is a ladder match, and is for the SFT Lightweight Championship…first making his way to the ring, the challenger, hailing from parts unknown, and weighing in at 160 pounds…VIRUS 2.0!

(Standing outside of the ring, the lights go out a second time and a giant neon green skull appears on the Strike Tron, and says "I am the Virus...Prepare to be Infected." When the lights go back on, Virus is sitting on the top turnbuckle, wearing all but his coat, and waiting for his opponent to enter the ring as his music dies down.)

RW: Virus looks ready to win the title tonight.

JC: Well he has to give it his all in order to take out Clayton. He's a tough cookie to crumble.

RW: Wow…that was stupid…

JC: YOU'RE stupid!

(Suddenly, The lights go out in the arena again as the crowd waits in anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of screaming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screaming stops, "Your Disease" by Saliva breaks out in the arena as the crowd begins to boo. As the boos 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 strangely at the crowd.)

Candy Peaks: And his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Canada, and weighing in at 220 pounds…he is the SFT Lightweight Champion…CLAYTON WALKER!

(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. Virus gets down, and goes to the center of the ring with Clayton. Candy exits out of the ring, and the bell rings for the match to start.)

RW: And the match begins!

JC: Gee, really? I thought that was the dinner bell…

RW: Nope! That's the timer.

JC: Don't make me hurt you…

(The two circle around in the center and wait to see if the other will attack first. Soon both men grapple each other. Virus gains the advantage by sliding behind Clayton, and shoving him down to the ground. Once on the ground, Virus leaps to Clayton's head, and applies a headlock. Clayton gets up right away though, and grabs Virus looking for a backdrop, but he flips behind Clayton, spins him around, and delivers two kicks to the gut. He then whips himself into the ropes, and runs back, but Clayton drops to the ground. Virus leaps over Clayton, springboards off the ropes, and right as Clayton gets back up, Virus is able to place his legs between Clayton's head, and hurricarana's him.)

RW: Nice move.

JC: Yeah, but Clayton's got some sweet moves of his own.

(Virus grabs Clayton, and carries him over to a turnbuckle, but is able to grab the ropes nearby, and lowers them down causing Virus to go through the ropes, and to the outside. The crowd boos, and Clayton just flips them off again. He goes to the nearest turnbuckle post, and waits for Virus to get up. As soon as he does, Clayton leaps off, and hits a cross body block that send both of them down. Clayton is the first to get up though, and he picks up Virus by the hair, and irish whips him into the steel guardrail. Clayton comes running after him, but Virus is able to get back to his senses, and drop toe holds Clayton head first into the steel. Virus gets up, and grabs Clayton. From there he brings him to the Spanish announcer's table, and slam his head on the table. Virus then grabs a steel chair nearby, and sets it up. He taunts the crowd, and steps away from the chair a couple feet. He then runs, leaps onto the chair, jumps off, and sunset flips himself onto Clayton. He gets back up, and looks under the ring. He pulls out a 10-foot ladder, and sets it between the Spanish announcer's table, and the ring apron lengthwise. He goes under the ring again, and pulls out an even longer ladder. He sets it up so that it's perpendicular to the other ladder.)

RW: Where are we getting all these ladders?

JC: Home Depot supports us.

RW: That explains A LOT of things…

(Meanwhile, Clayton has gotten up, and notices Virus setting the second ladder in place. He goes up to him, and axe handles him in the back while he isn't looking. He then knees Virus in the gut a couple times, and drags him over to the ladder that is laid down. He picks up Virus, and places him on the ladder. He punches him a couple times, and then points to the longer ladder as the crowd cheers hoping for the best. Clayton climbs the ladder to the very top, flips off the crowd, and 450 Leg Drops off the ladder right onto Virus causing the ladder underneath him to collapse, and both men fall to the ground with chants of "Holy Shit" coming from the audience.)

JC: Mother of MARY!

(Clayton slowly gets to his knees, as Virus is still laid out. Clayton picks Virus up by the hair and rolls him into the ring, Clayton looks under the apron and takes out yet another ladder. Clayton throws the ladder in and rolls in after it. Virus slaps the birds that are flying around his head due to the damage he took from that last move. Clayton gets up and sets the ladder right under the hanging lightweight title. Virus begins to focus and gets to his knees, Clayton begins to climb up the setup ladder. Virus looks over and sees Clayton half way up, Virus runs over and drags Clayton off the Ladder and pushes Clayton away alittle to put him into the Jack-Hammer Kick. Clayton goes over the ropes with that kick and out to ringside.)

RW: NO!

(Virus starts to climb the ladder with the crowd cheering, Virus gets all the way up and reaches for the Lightweight title. After alittle struggle Virus grabs the lightweight title off the rope and falls back onto the mat...."

JC: We have a new Lightweight Champion!!!!!!

RW: Lucky bastard!

(Virus hugs the lightweight title as he lays on the floor, the bell rings and the annoucer comes in.)

As "Kick Some Ass" by Stroke 9 comes on over the P.A. system, the lights in the arena go out, and white strobe lights start on the stage. As the opening guitar rift plays Hectzilla walks out onto the stage, wearing sunglasses and an open black coat that stops just above his knee. He stands on the stage, looking out to the crowd, and raises his hands in the air. Hect then walks down the aisle, as the strobe lights alternate between white and red. Hect gets into the ring and raises his fist, he then walks to a corner and takes off his sunglasses and coat.

JC: Here is the first Lethal Lottery Finalist... Hectzilla!

The Boys are back in Town by Thin Lizzy blasts over the PA and Glenn Owen, The British Badd Ass enters the Arena, The fans go nuts.

RW: And there is the Legend himself, Glenn Owen!

Glenn Owen slides in and wastes no time, throwing a punch at Hectzilla, who takes it and throws one right back. Thunderous blows rain upon the bodies of each man, until Hectzilla switches it up and throws Glenn Owen to the ropes. Glenn Owen comes back with a HUGE clothesline that takes Hectzilla down. Glenn runs against the ropes, jumping over Hectzilla's prone form, but Hectzilla gets back to his feet and leapfrogs Glenn Owen on the rebound, catching him with a hip toss on the third comearound. Glenn back to his feet in a heartbeat, and he goes right for Hectzilla, but Hectzilla darts around him and drops him with a bear hug slam! Glenn ain't gonna be put down that easy, however, and he pops right back up, still charging in with those big fists.

JC: Glenn Owen is a man on a mission.

A right fist catches Hectzilla and staggers him, enough for Glenn Owen to catch him off guard with a Belly to Belly suplex. Hectzilla flies across the ring and lands in a heap, giving Glenn enough time to recover and go to the top rope. Top-Rope Elbow!!! Glenn Owen soars across the ring and plants one on Hectzilla, then hooks his leg! 1!!!!! Kickout, but no surprise there.

RW: I don't think Hectzilla is going to give up that quickly.

Glenn Owen pulls Hectzilla back up to his feet, but Hectzilla clamps on an armbar and takes Glenn Owen back down! Glenn rolls forward to break leverage, but Hectzilla stands up and flips Glenn over him, onto his back. Still holding onto Glenn's arm, Hectzilla drops a leg across his neck and then pulls on the arm, trying to wrench it out of socket. Glenn Owen grabs the rope to break the hold, but Hectzilla won't let up! The ref counts, and Hectzilla breaks it at 4 and a half, just barely escaping a DQ. The damage is done, and Glenn gets up by holding onto the ropes, clutching his arm. Hectzilla up, and he rushes, but gets clubbed down by Glenn Owen's free arm. Glenn Owen stomps on Hectzilla, then drops down for a cover. 1! 2! Kickout again.

JC: It seems Glenn is desprite to get this over with!

RW: But Hect won't have anything to do with it!

Glenn rolls off, and it's Hectzilla who gets to his feet first, pulling Glenn Owen up and sending him to the corner. Hectzilla charges and jumps up on Glenn Owen, wrapping his hands around the back of Glenn Owen's head, then leaning back and monkey tossing him out of the corner. Glenn Owen lands on his shoulder with a loud shout of pain. Hectzilla follows this up by jumping up top and hitting a perfect Frog Splash! He hooks Glenn Owen's leg! 1! 2! Glenn kicks out and rolls onto his stomach to prevent a second pin attempt. Hectzilla back up, and he pulls Glenn Owen to his feet, but Glenn Owen hits him with an inside cradle! 1! 2! Kickout, and now Hectzilla's PISSED! He stomps Glenn Owen out for good measure, then goes up top, flying off with a big moonsault. Glenn Owen rolls out of the way, and Hectzilla hits the ground hard, giving Glenn Owen enough time to jump on top of him with a Boston Crab!!! With the Boston Crab locked in, Hectzilla makes for the ropes, but is dragged right back to the center of the ring. Showing his inner fortitude, Hectzilla actually crawls right back to the ropes and grabs on. But Glenn Owen won't let go now! The ref counts, and Glenn Owen breaks it at 4.

RW: Hectzilla gets the ropes!

JC: Wow, I thought that would be it right there.

Back on his feet, Glenn Owen shouts at Hectzilla to get on his feet and fight! Hectzilla tries to, but Glenn Owen kicks out his legs every time he goes to get up. Finally, Glenn Owen pulls him up and whips him to the ropes, but Hectzilla's legs give out on him on the way there and he crashes to the mat. Glenn Owen walks over to him and pulls him up, setting him up for a THE POWER CHOKESLAM!!!! Hectzilla crashes to the mat, and Glenn Owen covers!

Ref: 1!!!!

2!!!!!

KICKOUT!!!

RW: Whoo boy that was close!

Hectzilla shoots his shoulder off the mat, and Glenn Owen grits his teeth. He pulls Hectzilla back up and sets him up again, but Hectzilla elbows his way out, busting Glenn Owen's nose open. With Glenn Owen groggy, Hectzilla moves in for the kill! Hecty Cutter!!! Glenn down!!! Hectzilla down!!! The ref checks on both men and begins the count...1! 2! Hect slowly rolls and pins Glenn.

Ref: 1!!!!

2!!!!!!!

JC: It's over!

Kickout!!!!

RW: No it isnt!

Hectzilla stumbles to his feet in the corner and leans on the turnbuckle, just as Glenn gets to his. Seeing his adversary in the corner, Glenn charges! Hectzilla dodges and slams Glenn Owen's head into the turnbuckle. Glenn stumbles out backwards, and Hectzilla stirkes!!! A Giant Clotshline!!!! Glenn's head bounces off the mat and Hectzilla covers!!!!!

Ref: 1!!!!!

2!!!!!!!!

JC: Will he?

KICKOUT!!!!!

RW: Nooo!

Hectzilla covers again, but Glenn Owen rolls onto his side before the ref can get into place. Hectzilla wipes some of the blood off of him and pulls Glenn Owen up, setting him up for FINISHER!!! Glenn reverses into a bridging Belly-to-Back suplex!!!

Ref: 1!!!!!!

2!!!!!!

KICKOUT!!!!!!

Glenn Owen slumps off of Hectzilla, gathering his strength for a final shot. Hectzilla rolls away and staggers to his feet, limping toward Glenn Owen. Glenn gets up and stumbles backwards, so Hectzilla jumps up with a clothesline, but Glenn gets his body off the ground and dropkicks him in mid-air! Hectzilla lands badly on his ankle, and Glenn Owen strikes!!! PowerBomb!!!!!!! Hectzilla crashes to the mat, and Glenn Owen covers!

Ref: 1!!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!

JC: THIS IS IT, GLENN WINS!

KICKOUT!!!!

RW: OH NO HE DOESNT! How did Hect kick out!?

Glenn gets back to his feet and pulls Hectzilla back up, but Hectzilla shoots behind him. Superkick to the back of Glenn's head! Glenn's back down!!! Hectzilla covers!!!!

Ref: 1!!!!!

2!!!!!!!

JC: YESS!

Kickout!!!!!!!!!

RW: NOO! THIS IS INSANE!

Hectzilla gets up and picks Glenn Owen up. He quickly DDTs him and points to the top rope! He goes up and... SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! But Glenn Owen moves!!

RW: Shooting Star Press! I didn't know Hectzilla could do that!

JC: Too bad he missed!

Glenn gets up, and Hectzilla slowly gets up after him. Glenn grabs his neck and pauses, he then lifts him up in the biggest POWER CHOKESLAM you've ever seen. The collapses on top of him!

Ref: 1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JC: COULD IT BE!?

3!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

JC: YESS! GLENN DID IT! HE HAS WON THE LETHAL LOTTERY!

RW: Well, looks like it’s our 2nd main event. Which will be a TLC match for the IC title. Oh how sweet.

JC: Should be one hell of a fight.

HV: Ladies and Gentlemen. This match is a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs Match. And it is for the Strike’s Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Championship. Making his way to the ring. He is the Strike’s Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Champion. From Rochester New York. He is, The Sweetness, SEAN LANE!

"Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson begins to blast through the PA system, the fans begins to boo as blue pyro shoots off. Then from the back walks Sean Lane with the IC title around his waist. He then looks around the arena at the fans, some are even cheering for the "Sweetness". Lane then gives off a cocky smile and walks down the ramp way, he then slides into the ring. Referee Adam Brooks then asks for the IC title, Lane hands it over. Then Brooks wraps it around the ring, and then singles for it to be raised above the ring. Its then taken high and the fans begin to cheer. As this match will soon begin.

RW: This should be one hell of a match; both are two of the greatest lightweights to enter the ring.

JC: With both in this type of environment, we should see some amazing things.

HV: And making his way to the ring, he is the challenger. He is from Jacksonville, Florida. He is, SHAWN WALSH!

"Boom" by Soulfly hits the PA, The fans then being to boo a lot louder the before, Walsh then comes out from the back with a smile on his face, he then looks up at the IC title, and yells out to Lane that it will be his. Walsh then walks down the ramp way and slides into the ring. He then goes face to face with Lane. Walsh’s Music stops. And the fans begin to cheer as both men are in the ring. Staring each other down.

JC: Oh yea its about to begin

RW: What a match this should be.

Referee Brooks then singles for the bell to be rung. The fans begin to cheer as the match has just begun. Walsh and Lane stair each other down, then both men lock up. Both trying to over power one another, Walsh then breaks it up and then kicks Lane in the gut, Walsh then grabs Lane by the hair and throws him to the ropes, Lane comes back, but Lane hits Walsh with a close line sending Walsh to the ground.

RW: Nice counter by Lane.

JC: Yes, if Lane didn’t pull that off, it would be him on the floor.

Lane then drops to the floor and rolls out of the ring, he grabs a table and sets one up outside. Inside the ring Walsh is getting back to his feet, he drops down and slides out of the ring on the other side, he grabs a chair and walks around the ring, Lane then notices Walsh is up, Then from around the side, Walsh jumps out and nails Lane in the head with the chair. Walsh then grabs Lane and sets him up on the Table, Walsh then goes around and sets up a ladder, he starts to climb up. But then Lane gets up and stands on the table, then Lane leaps off and hits a drop kick to the ladder and sends Walsh flying into the crowd.

JC: Holy Hell.

RW: Some of those Women got what the wanted, to feel Walsh’s ass.

JC: Hehehe

Walsh then gets up, he is a bit shaken, and then Lane jumps up onto the barricade and launches off with a flying close line and nails Walsh. The fans have moved back a bit, Lane then gets up and throws Walsh back over. As Walsh gets back up, he grabs the chair, Lane then hops over, and then Walsh springs back to his feet and nails Lane in the head with the chair. Walsh then gets to his feet and throws the ladder into the ring. Walsh then slides into the ring and Sets up the ladder, Walsh then begins to climb. Lane is now back to his feet. Lane slides into the ring and climbs up the ladder, he meets with Walsh at the top. Walsh then tries to punch Lane, But Lane ducks, then both lock up, Lane over powers Walsh and then, Lane hits a suplex off the ladder, Lane then falls to the mat, but Walsh goes flying out and lands through the table

JC: Ouch!

RW: Damn it, why is he losing?

JC: Could also be because he is still tired from his Match on Titans?

RW: Damn i forgot.

Lane then gets back to his feet by using the ropes, he then looks outside and finds Walsh trying to get back to his feet. Lane is in shock that Walsh is getting back up. Lane then sets up the ladder once again, and climbs up slowly, Walsh rolls back into the ring, Walsh then climbs up the other side slowly as well. Lane is almost at the top, and Walsh is catching up. Lane then gets to the top and starts to reach for his belt, Walsh has made It up, and before Lane could do any thing, Walsh smacks Lane in the head and sends him flying out of the ring and onto the announcers table! Lane Slams right into RW and JC, but Lane stays on the table.

RW: Jesus!

JC: We better move.

RW and JC move out of the way as we look back up at Walsh, who begins to smile. He climbs up to the top and stands tall on top the ladder. He then looks over at Lane. Then leaps off the ladder and hits a Five Star Frog Splash and connects with Lane! Flashes and Flashes of light can be seen as Walsh jumped off and hit that move. Walsh comes down hard and shatters the table badly. Walsh rolls off Lane and begins to roll around in pain. As it looks like Lane is out cold.

RW: Holy Mother if Lucy, can you all hear us!

JC: Holy Mother of Lucy? Any way what you just saw was an act of stupidity on Shawn Walsh’s part as he dove off the ladder with a Five Star Frog Splash and nailed Lane.

RW: Act of stupidity? That was fucking god like dude!

JC: Yea, But our table is trashed.

RW: But dude! Look what we got to see.

JC: yea I guess your right that was fucking sweet.

As we look over we see Walsh getting back to his feet. The fans begin to cheer as Walsh roles back into the ring, Walsh then crawls over to the ladder, and begins to climb up slowly. Lane then shocks every one as he gets back to his feet, and drags him self and roles into the ring. Lane then walks over to the other side of the ladder and climbs up. Walsh is now at the top of the tall ladder, he is trying to reach for the belt. Lane makes it to the top. Walsh then tries to hit Lane, but Lane lowers himself, Lane then gets back up, and uses his arms to grab Walsh by the neck, then Lane jumps off and hits a close line and brings Walsh back down hard as Lane slams Walsh down hard into the ring.

JC: DAMN!

RW: That had to hurt.

Lane then rolls around and holds his back because he came down hard. Both men just lie there as the referee looks on in shock. The fans begin to cheer "GET UP!" Lane then gets up slowly, he then uses the ladder to lift him self-back up, he then centers the ladder and begins to climb. Walsh then gets up himself. Lane is climbing closer to the top as Walsh doesn't know what to do. Walsh runs against the ropes, behind Lane, and then comes running at him, nailing him in the lower back with High Voltage [Superkick]! Lane topples from the ladder and falls to the mat in pain. Walsh seizes the opportunity and climbs the ladder. He is near the top when Lane slowly, but surely stumbles to his feet. Walsh reachs for the belt, grabbing it with both hands. Lane, with every last bit of energy, runs into the ladder, knocking it over. Walsh still has a hold of the belt, standing there, swinging above the ring. Walsh unhooks the belt as he hangs. He falls down to the mat and onto Lane as the bell tolls.

HV: Your winner and NEW Strike Fantasy Towers Intercontinental Champion..... "THE ANSWER" SHAWN WALSH!!!!!