Intro

The cameras pan in outside the UIC Pavilion in Chicago. We then fade inside to the parking lot where we see Erik Dean talking to an SFT Truck Driver. Dean doesn’t look to happy, we notice that he has on his normal black trench coat, black jeans, and black shirt as always. We then zoom in to hear what they are talking about.

Erik Dean: So you mean to tell me you lost the cages for the main event? You lost all the props and every thing that was going to make this match great?

Truck Driver: I am sorry sir but we did some how lose it.

Erik Dean: THE SHIT WAS FUCKING BIGGER THEN YOUR TRUCK, HOW COULD YOU LOSE IT!

Truck Driver: I am sorry sir, again I really am.

Erik Dean: Get out of my site, and you better hope that Shadow doesn’t hear about this.

The Truck Driver then walks off. Dean then looks down to the floor and just has a look on his face.

Erik Dean: Just Great.

We then Fade to the Intro…

We start off the show with red pyro shooting off, then “Hit the Floor” by Linkin Park hits the PA, we see fans all over the UIC Pavilion arena, all across the arena we see signs, some say “Dean For Owner” and there are a few “Dogg Bite” signs. We also see a lot of “I for an I” signs out here tonight. We then look at the ramp way. JC and RW make there way out from the back and walk onto the stage, the fans cheer on as they make there way down the ramp and around the ring to there table. They take there seats and put on there head sets and set up for the night.

JC: Hello every one and welcome to Inferno!

RW: And on this night, the world Champion Damien Sparks will Defend his world title against Sean Lane.

JC: Also too we are just one week away from the Tag Title Tournament. Oh it should be great. But tonight we have the world title match to wrorry about. And to the looks of it, it will not be a cage match.

RW: That sucks. Also here tonight the US title is being Defended against Johnny Legend, Myris will have his hands full.

JC: and tonight Big T will take on Goldeneye in a Pick on a Pole Match. Oh Boy!

RW: Also too, in just a few moments our President will be coming down and showing us who our new referees and ring announcers are.

JC: It will be great to see some new people.  

Sylvia Sterling is in the ring as she speaks.

Hailing from Parts unknown our first competitor is 2xtreme!!!! Battle Without Honor Or Humanity (2X Remix) by Tomoyasu Hotei begins to play and out comes 2xtreme

He gets in the ring and silently waits in his corner.

Sterling: His opponent hailing from Tijuana, Mexico is Julia Diosa! Stupify by Disturbed hits and she comes running out but before she enters the ring 2xtreme does a baseball slide and knocks her back into the guardrail. He then does a suicide dive off the ropes and nails her dead on. Acouple of flair chops to the breats and a kick to her midsection.

RW: hes showing no mercy and not even acknowledging that she is a woman

JC: Thats how it ought to be, equal rights baby!

RW: 2xtreme is not even letting her in the ring.

2xtreme back in the ring, he gets in and climbs the ropes and flies to the outside with a corkscrew plancha!

JC: Incredible, hes never been a high flier but he is showing his difference in being able to use any style.

2xtreme drags Julia in the ring and hits Darkness Driver but does not yet cover.

RW: Now hes just playing with her.

JC: I think you mean toying with her.

2X Bomb is excuted next, and Julia is zombie like now as 2xtreme continues his pounding. 2xtreme picks her up and hits his Hangman's Joke.

RW: I think its all over now.

2xtreme covers as the ref counts 1...2...3!

JC: Very impressive win by 2xtreme, he totally dominated.

RW: And Julia did a great debut last week but 2xtreme was just too much for her this week.

Winner: 2Xtreme

We zoom into the office of Erik Dean, he is sitting at his desk filling out some paper work, then the phone rings. Dean then picks it up we cant hear what the are talking about though, after a few moments Dean slams the phone down.

Erik Dean: How can this night get any worse.

Myris then walks through the door.

Myris: Where the hell is Legend?

Dean then smacks his head into the desk.

Erik Dean: He is at the supermarket.

Myris then gets a puzzled look on his face.

Myris: Right……

Myris then walks out of the room and we fade to ringside. 

SS: "This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for a shot at the Hardcore or Television Championship. First, about to come down the aisle..."

The lights disappear as "Good To You" by Talib Kwali starts but as soon as the words “Yeah, C’mon” is heard, Three blue spotlights float over the crowds, while another aims at where entrance way.

SS: "From Los Angeles, California..weighing in at 228 pounds..."

DJ Shocka comes to the ring in normal attire but also a Black Sweater with a hood. On the back of the sweater is a Yellow Lightning Bolt with the word “Shockin’!” in light gray letters infront of it.

SS: "...DJ..SHOCKA!!!"

As he gets to the ring, he takes it off and puts it down, then pulls in the ring as the lights come on, leaning on a ring pole.

SS: "And his opponent..."

Bad Boy This Bad Boy That by Da Band booms through the arena.

SS: "...From Hartford, Connetticut...weighing in at 255 pounds..."

The Young One rides down to the ring in a hummer.

SS: "...THE YOUNG ONE!!!"

Young One gets out of his hummer and runs into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope.

SS: "Your referee for tonights match is Shinji."

JC: "This match is big for everyone involved"

RW: "Oh yea, Shocka and Young One have some things to prove."

The referee brings DJ and Young One to the middle of the ring and gives them their instructions. The ref turns his head and calls for the bell, just as Young One hits a haymaker on Shocka. DJ stumbles back, and Young One keeps wailing away on Shocka.Young One backs Shocka up to the ropes and whips Shocka. Shocka bounces off the ropes and Young One goes for a superkick, but Shocka rolls, completely ducking the kick, Shocka springs up and as Young One turns, Shocka hits a hurricanrana on Young One.

JC: "Big Move by Shocka."

RW: "DJ is now in control."

Shocka goes up on Young One, going for a hopping sunset flip, but Young One catches Shocka as he tries the sunset part of the move. Young One has hold of Shocka's legs, over the shoulder, and Shocka's head under his arm. Young One walks around the ring, holding Shocka like this, and then hits a Kryptonite Crunch on Shocka. Young One goes for a pin.

1....2....

DJ kicks out, and rolls over to his stomach. Young One then tries to hook on the Rings of Saturn.

JC: "I think Young One's going to try to end it here with the Rings of Saturn."

RW: "Maybe if he can hook the move on...OH, Shocka's fighting with back elbows to Young One's face!"

Shocka elbows Young One in the face a few times and rolls away from Young One. Young One stands up, just as Shocka gets up too. Young One goes for a clothesline, but Shocka ducks, and spins around, hitting a step up enzuigiri. Shocka gets up, as Young One slowly gets up. DJ looks at Young One, who is now on one knee. Shocka runs and hits the lights out on Young One. Shocka goes for the pin.

1..

JC: "It's over, it has to be over."

2...

RW: "We're seeing DJ go on to face one of the champions."

Just as the referee is about to hit 3, Young One reaches out and grabs the bottom rope. The crowd gasps and boos, as Shocka looks over and gets a pissed look on his face. Shocka goes up to the ref and starts arguing the 3 count. Shocka shoves the ref a little, at which point Young One comes up from behind and low blows DJ. DJ crumbles down to his knees. Young One picks up Shocka and hits The Ruthless. Young One goes for a pin and only gets a very close 2 count. Young One signals that it's over, and picks up Shocka in a fireman's carry. Young One goes for The Youngster, but Shocka lands on his feet, and holds Young One in a reverse DDT position. Shocka then hits a Testdrive on Young One and both men lay on the mat.

JC: "OH MY GOD...an incredible reversal by DJ Shocka."

RW: "I think The Young One may be done. If DJ can get up and capitalize this match is over.

Shocka crawls to the turnbuckle, and begins to climb it. Young One's laid out on the mat. Shocka reaches the top, and looks back at Young One. Shocka then stands on the top, looking out to the crowd and goes for The Galvanizer. He hits it and pins Young One.

1.....2.......3!!!

JC: "HE DID IT, DJ SHOCKA BEAT THE YOUNG ONE!."

RW: "DJ Shocka now goes on to face either the Hardcore or Television Champion!"

Winner: Dj Shocka

We zoom into the office of Erik Dean, he is sitting at his desk filling out some paper work, then the phone rings. Dean then picks it up we cant hear what the are talking about though, after a few moments Dean slams the phone down.

Erik Dean: How can this night get any worse.

Myris then walks through the door.

Myris: Where the hell is Legend?

Dean then smacks his head into the desk.

Erik Dean: He is at the supermarket.

Myris then gets a puzzled look on his face.

Myris: Right……

Myris then walks out of the room and we fade to ringside.

SS: "..The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a hardcore rules match..."

JC: "Hardcore? I thought this was a pick on the pole match?"

RW: "Seems some boys in the back were messing around and the pick broke."

JC: "Well isn't that some...."

SS: "...First, coming down the aisle...." The lights begin to dim and then go out. Two quarters drop on a table on the StrikeTron. "What Up Gangsta" by 50 Cent hits the PA system. SS: "...From East Wareham, Massachusetts, weighing in at 265 pounds..." Gold, silver, and green lights flash throughout the arena. A single red spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp and out from behind the curtain walks Big T. SS: "BIG....T!!!" He begins making his way down the ramp and the fans are booing him so loud its deafening. But the crowd's reaction phases him not. Big T walks up the stairs and enters the ring. Big T jumps up on the middle turnbuckle, yells out to the crowd, and takes in their hatred for him. "What Up Gangsta" fades off and the lights come back on as Big T steps off the rope and waits in the corner.

SS: "And his opponent..."

"Slamin" by Buckberry plays in the arena.

SS: "...From Brick, New Jersey, weighing in at 255 pounds..."

Goldeneye walks out onto the stage and holds up his hands as pyro goes off.

SS: "...GOLDENEYE!!!"

Goldeneye enters the ring and is immediately attacked by Big T. T elbows the back of Goldeneye's head twice, and then hits a big knee lift, sending Goldeneye over the top rope.

JC: "My god, T wasting no time it giving Goldeneye a huge beating."

RW: "This thing might be done early."

T rolls out of the ring and picks up Goldeneye. T gets Goldeneye and tosses him up onto the apron. Goldeneye lands on his ass on the apron, but bounces off the ropes, and is met with a big clothesline from Big T. T picks Goldeneye back up and leans him against the apron and begins some knife-edge chops. the crowd WHOOO's with every chop. Goldeneye sloutches down and T turns and raises his hands in the air. When T turns back to Goldeneye, Goldeneye kicks T in the crotch, and T bends over a bit, with a shocked look on his face, and then falls to his side, clutching his member.

JC: "..."

RW: "...ow."

Goldeneye gets up and picks up the hurting Big T. Goldeneye then sets up T and tosses T to the apron. T bounces off the ropes and gets caught by Goldeneye, who hits a big spinebuster, Arn Anderson style, on the floor. The crowd gasps in unison and then cheers at this move. Goldeneye then looks under the ring and pulls out a table, and a garbage can. Goldeneye leaves the table and picks up the can. Goldeneye pounds T with the can a few times, and then picks up Big T. Goldeneye puts the can over T's head, and backs up. As T turns around slowly, in pain, he gets a big boot to the head, from Goldeneye. T falls, the can still over him. Goldeneye takes the can off T and picks him up, rolling him in the ring. Goldeneye then walks over to the timekeeper and takes the bell and throws it into the ring, and then takes a steel chair and holds that. Goldeneye walks up the steps, slowly. He comes into the ring and walks over to Big T. The referee runs over to Goldeneye, asking what he's doing, as T slowly gets up to his knees. Goldeneye yells at the ref, and then looks at T and raises the chair over his head. Right when Goldeneye is about to slam the chair over T's head, T jumps, off his knees, with a flying punch....at Goldeneye's crotch. Goldeneye stands there, unmoving. The chair falls out of his hands, and then Goldeneye falls.

JC: "If these men have kids someday, it'll be a miracle."

RW: "..Or Rosemary's baby."

Goldeneye and T lay on the mat, both hurting. Big T starts to get up first, and then rolls, out of the ring. T stumbles around the ring and comes back to where Goldeneye pulled out the table. T picks the table up and slides it into the ring. As this happens Goldeneye begins to stir, slowly. T slides into the ring and sets up the table in the corner and then walks over to Goldeneye. T picks up Goldeneye and then tries to whip Goldeneye into the table, but Goldeneye reverses, but T stops quickly and whips Goldeneye into the opposite corner, follwing in with a clothesline. T then pulls Goldeneye out a big and sits up on the top turnbuckle. T hooks Goldeneye's head under his arm, and begins to flip over, hitting the Diamond Dust. T covers.

1......2.........

Goldeneye barely gets the shoulder up. T gets up and picks up Goldeneye. Goldeneye, out of no where, quickly breaks out of T's grip, kicks him, and hits a DDT. Goldeneye and T both get up slowly. T goes at Goldeneye with a clothesline, but Goldeneye ducks it and begins going for his Fortress of Distress. The last german suplex of the bunch leaves T laying right in front of the table in the corner.

JC: "My god, these men can't go on much more. I think they're running past empty."

RW: "If they keep going like this, they're seriously going to combust or emplode or something."

Goldeneye gets up, and looks to be posed for a spear on T. T gets up slowly, in front of the table, and Goldeneye goes for the spear. Somehow, T leapfrogs Goldeneye at the last second, and Goldeneye goes right through the table. T stumbles and leans against the rope as Goldeneye twitches on the mat among the rubble of table. The crowd looks shocked at this, and then starts clapping and stomping. T, pretty much out of it, walks over to Goldeneye and slowly picks him up. T sets up Goldeneye for the P.I.M.P. T drags Goldeneye out of the tabled corner, and gets ready for the move. He picks up Goldeneye and goes for it, but on the pickup, Goldeneye slips out of T's grasp, and goes behind him, and puts T in a full nelson, Goldeneye then hits the Respecter, making T's face go right into the ringside bell that was thrown into the ring earlier. Goldeneye, slowly, rolls Big T over, T's face bloody now. Goldeneye covers.

1............2.................3!

JC: "Holy crap, Big T is battered and bloodied and Goldeneye got the victory."

RW: "This was one for the highlight reels folks, after the sickening thud of Big T's head hitting that ring bell, I don't know what else can happen tonight." e

Winner: Goldeneye

We zoom into a Publix parking lost, we see a limo pull up, the door swings open, and our pop referee Samantha Summers and Myris, Myris then runs into the Publix. We see old people in line waiting for there turn to be checked out. Myris then runs through one of the lines and into one of the aisles. Myris then see a person who looks like Legend in the next Aisle, Myris runs at him and nails him with a closeline sending the mans face into the shopping Cart. Myris then turns the man around and can tell it’s not Legend.

JC: hehe, we are so going to get sued.

RW: Maybe…. 

Then all of a sudden, we see another man that looks like Legend in the frozen food section, Myris then walks over there, but then as Myris walks down the aisle, one of the doors swings open and nails Myris right in the face, and it was slammed so hard that the glass broke.

JC: What the?

Myris gets back to his feet and looks over; all of a sudden Legend comes flying out of the freezer and nails Myris with a flying closeline.

RW: What the hell?

JC: Damn Legend must be cold from waiting.

Legend then rolls off of Myris, Legend then picks up Myris and grabs his hair, Legend then slams Myris’s head into the glass door, and breaking the glass because of the force of the blow!. Glass is everywhere and people are screaming. 

RW: Oh god we are so getting sued.

JC: Man I need some popcorn.

Legend then laughs at Myris as he tries to pull him self out of the frozen food case. Myris then turns around slowly, and then at a great speed nails Legend with a kick, then with a close line. Myris then goes over and grabs a shopping cart and rams it into the side of Legend. Legend then screams out in pain as Myris does it again and again.

RW: Man that has to hurt. 

JC: Maybe just a little, I mean its only a metal shopping cart.

RW: Shut up.

Myris then puts the shopping Cart aside and goes over and opens one of the doors. He grabs a huge 20lbs. Turkey! Myris is about to swing it down as Legend, but Legend rolls away from the blow, and turkey gets splattered everywhere. Legend then gets back to his feet an kicks Myris in the mid section, then Legend grabs Myris and drags him down the aisle to the see food section, We see a glass casing where the have fish and meat. Legend then hooks Myris, and hits a Suplex sending Myris into the glass casing and he goes crashing through Glass, Meat, Fish, and Cold Ice!

RW: Man that has to be cold.

JC: and Gooey… hehehe 

Legend then grabs Myris by the hair and drags him out, Myris then yells out in pain as Legend drags him to the floor. Legend then picks up Myris, and throws him back on top the Ice, Legend then hops onto the ice as well. Legend then hooks Myris and hits the “Legendary” breaking the casing and sending shit everywhere. Legend then covers Myris, and Referee Summers starts a count. 

1…
2…
3…

The fans then cheer as Summers grabs the US title and hands it to Legend, then the crowd in the supermarket also begins to clap and cheer for Legend as he holds it up. We then go back to the arena.

JC: And there you have it. TWO TIME US CHAMP!

RW: Congrats to Mr. Legend on that win.

Winner: Johnny Legend

Wait and Bleed start up as the mist rises from the floor and he appears within the mist. Shadow comes walking out through it, to a huge mix of boos and cheers. Shadow does not smile; he has on a grey suit, and has his silver cane in his left hand.

Shadow: Thank you. Now tonight I have come to address our World Champion. I dont see him keeping it very long. That’s just the truth.

Suddenly “Fuck You” by Ja Rule smashes through the speakers, as the champion stands at the of the ramp, title around his waist, and Microphone in his hand, he slowly makes his way to the ring. He enters via the second rope and immediately walks over to Shadow. They’re chest-to-chest as Sparks begins to speak.

Damien Sparks: Care to repeat what you just said, old man?

Shadow: I sa—

Sparks cuts him off.

Damien Sparks: Shut up!

Shadow is stunned. No one tells the owner to shut up.

Damien Sparks: I know you have never liked me, but to come out here and say you don’t see me keeping the title very long really pisses me off. I am the SFT World Heavyweight Champion, now you don’t have to like me, but you will respect me!

Shadow raises the mic to his lips but again he is interrupted.

Damien Sparks: You know something, Shadow? I’m sick of your bullshit. Dave Steel, Triple X, and even my loser opponent Sean Lane get your respect, but me? I get a verbal slap in the face, but I tell you what, I have an idea. You’ve given me a verbal slap in the face by pissing on my credibility as champion. How about I give you the opportunity to psychically slap me in the face?

Damien leans forward for Shadow to hit him, Shadow raises his arm, but Damien pulls away, as the crowd groan in disappointment. Damien sniggers before speaking again

Damien Sparks: Not so fast, peasant. This isn’t happening tonight. I got my match with Sean next; forget you..

Damien starts walking away, as Shadow speaks.

Shadow: Can’t take a punch from an “old man”, Damien?

Damien stops in his tracks, and turns to face Shadow..

Damien Sparks: Can’t take a punch? I can’t take being in the same building as you, Adolf.

Shadow is fuming with that comment. His face burns with rage. Sparks laughs.

Damien Sparks: You wanna hit me so bad? I tell you what.. Damien Sparks verse. Shadow!

Shadow: I only go into the ring with those who are worthy.. you’re lacking.

Damien Sparks: Lacking…? Lacking what? My lips on your ass? I’ve won the title twice now. There aren’t many people that can say that, and still you look at me as inferior. You and me, in a match.. let me show you just how good I am!

Shadow: No.

Damien frowns.

Damien Sparks: No? NO?! I AM THE WORLD CHAMPION, DO NOT DEFY ME!

Shadow: One lucky win does not make you a champion.

Damien Sparks: There you go again.. pissing on my reign. I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I am the best thing to happen to SFT, and if you don’t believe me, maybe this will change your mind!

Sparks gets face to face with Shadow and suddenly boots him in the gut. He hooks the arms of Shadow, hoists him up and nails him with the Difference Maker! Sparks has gone crazy as he continues to kick the crap out of the SFT Owner.

RW: Sparks just signed his own death warrant!

From backstage we see 2 figures come running out to put a stop to Sparks.

JC: Is that... It is, its Icon and Ian Wynn!

RW: They're back in SFT?!?!

They double clothesline Sparks, and Wynn takes a chair to the champ. ICON picks up Sparks, and again Wynn smashes the chair over his skull! They both begin to beat on the fallen champion. They stop as Icon and Wynn help Shadow up. Shadow smiles at the fallen Sparks.

JC: How will this affect Sparks against Lane!?

Shadow is seen thanking Icon and Wynn when just as suddenly they start attacking Shadow.

Wynn takes the mic as he says "We're here back in SFT not only to revive this sinking ship but to take back the tag team title belts, we're officially in the tournament next week! So watch out."

Icon takes the mic and says "I promised I'd never set foot back here again, but this was just too sweet a deal to pass up. Everyone is here for our taking."

Sean Lane comes running out and attacks Icon, but Icon and Wynn get away smiling.

Sean Lane tends to Sparks and helps him up.

RW: Wow is Lane helping Sparks up?

JC: There’s a long-standing feud between those two but there is mutual respect between one another.

Lane grabs the microphone.

Sean Lane: As much as I love to see Sparks get the crap kicked out of him, and as much as I want the world title, there is no way I am competing tonight against a wounded Sparks. “Lane/Sparks III” is worth a hell of a lot more than that…

JC: Lane is a class act..

RW: Class act my butt, he’s still hurting from the beating Triple X gave him at the Pay Per View.. he needs another week off..

JC: Ugh..

Sparks looks confused as he snatches the microphone from Sean.

Damien Sparks: You know Sean.. I never would have thought you’d do something like this. It’s very big of you, and I agree wholeheartedly. How about we do this next week?

Sean nods in agreement, as he extends his right hand. Damien shakes it, before raising Seans arm in the air out of respect.

RW: Lane and Sparks… friends!!? What the..

JC: It’s respect, Randy. Something you know nothing about.

Still with his arms raised, suddenly Damien smiles arrogantly and knocks Sean down to the mat with a thunderous clothesline!

JC: What!!

RW: Ha! I should have know these two can’t be friends with each other!

Damien unstraps his belt, folds it up, and as Lane gets up he smashes it into his face causing a cut to the forehead of the number one contender. Damien picks up the mic..

Damien Sparks: Ha, you should have known better, Lane. After everything we’ve been though you really should have learned by now. I’m an opportunist. When I see an opportunity, I snatch at it, you should have done the same. Your heroics have done nothing but just put a major dent your title dreams. I’ll see you next week, moron.

JC: That ungrateful bastard!

RW: Ungrateful? It was genius..

JC: Sparks is going to get exactly what is coming to him next week.. I hope lane beats the hell out of him!

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--Credits--
Match One: Shadow
Match Two: Hect aka 2Xtreme
Match Three: Hect aka 2Xtreme
Match Four: Erik Dean
Backstage One: Erik Dean
Backstage Two: Erik Dean
Intro: Erik Dean
Opening: Erik Dean
Ending: Damien Sparks