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[Inferno begins with the usual floor and light show. Crowd is going grapenuts and we see a couple of fine ass drunk chicks get naked and jump the barricade and security catches them and escorts them away to a hail of chants of asshole!] RW: God I love Tempe. JC: I do too, after what we just saw. Heh. [We open the show inside the parking lot where a long white stretch limo pulls up. Our camera zooms all the way to the back. The door is opened by the driver and out steps Owen Windsor and his friend. He smiles very confidently before patting his friend on the back.] Owen Windsor: Tonight my friend, you get your chance to go against Sean Lane, the World Champion. Are you ready? [The guy nods.] Owen Windsor: Haha, I think Sean is going to be very surprised tonight. Come on, lets go prepare, this is this going to be a bloody fantastic night.. [And with that the two snigger and set off into the building, when they are met by non other than the man both of them could possibly be facing tonight; Sean Lane. Windsor looks up and smirks.] Owen Windsor: World Champion one week. Doorman the next it’s such a tragic story. Sean Lane: Actually I just came to get a look at the two guys I will be beating the living hell out of later. [Sean smiles confidently at Windsor. The smile is then returned.] Owen Windsor: My aren’t we the egotistical one. Sean, each and every time you have crossed my path I have left you in a pile of your own blood. If by some odd chance you get past my friend here, there is no way you will be able to beat me. I mean look at you, sharing the World title with Connor MacDaddy. Shows you how much faith the SFT staff have in you doesn’t it? I mean you didn’t even win the match. Pitiful. Sean Lane: Talk is cheap. [Owen interrupts.] Owen Windsor: ..nothing about Owen Windsor is cheap, mate. Sean Lane: I’m not your mate. I’m your opponent tonight, so if I were you I’d stop all the talking and just bring everything you’ve got down to the ring tonight, because as the world champion – it is my duty to put you in your place. Owen Windsor: And where is that? Sean Lane: So far behind me I never have to see your face again. [Owen laughs.] Owen Windsor: Still concussed are we? Look I don’t have time to for this, shouldn’t you be preparing for your match? Sean Lane: After what you’ve been doing to me since you arrived, I’m just going to beat the hell out of you. Owen Windsor: Good luck with that, I have a possible match to prepare for.. [Sean smiles and allows them to get past. Just as Windsor passes Sean sniggers.] Sean Lane: Good luck with that.. [Windsor’s friend turns around as if he is going to jump Sean, but Windsor holds him back.] Owen Windsor: Not yet.. He’ll find out soon enough.. [They walk off as we cut to ringside as we kick off tonight’s potentially great show.] Match Number One [Before the match even starts Mahajarah starts beating Justin Sane around and Mahajarah beats him all the way back into the dressing rooms.] RW: Well that was fast. Winner: NO ONE! Match Number Two [“Possum Kingdom" by The Toadies blast from the PA system as the crowd rise to their feet in appreciating for the co-world champion. Blue pyro smashes from the top of the ramp and “The Sweetness” begins his journey to center stage at the top with his arms raised, looking very confident going into his first of what could be two matches. He slowly walks the ramp, taking in the excitement of the crowd. He slides in the ring and runs to the furthest left hand turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air and yells a few things at the crowd. He’s ready for action.] [The arena lights cut out as “Hate me Now” by Nas begins to play. The crowd stand up but instead of appreciation, they give Windsor’s friend a very heated reception, and then the boo’s get even louder when from behind him comes the man himself; Owen Windsor. He enters from behind the curtain with his arms raised and a big smile on his face. He catches up to the man dressed in all black and pats him on the back and points at Sean. They make it to the ring and the unknown opponent slowly gets into the ring, not taking his eye’s of Sean Lane. Sean glares back as the two now stand face to face. Windsor slowly walks around the ring ignorant to the jeers aimed towards him. He then climbs into the ring, and Sean spots it from the corner of his eye and nails Windsor with a solid right hand knocking him to the floor. Windsor wisely rolls out of the ring. Lane points his finger and rains down on him with a verbal bashing allowing Lane’s first opponent of the night to nail him in the back with a solid right hand and the bell rings to kick off the match!] DING DING! JC: Windsor and this.. unknown guy have set up Lane once again to get an early advantage in this damn match. RW: It’s Lane’s fault. He should never turn his back on his opponent. JC: If he didn’t turn his back he would have got a beating from Windsor, he can’t win. RW: Ha, I’m going to tell him you think he’s going to lose tonight! [The man in black throw’s Lane into the corner and begins hammering away at him with right hands. He takes a step back and nails Lane with a solid blow to the side of the head, closes fist and all knocking him flat on his ass. He then starts to hammer away at his chest with his boot until Lane is flattened on the canvas.] RW: Wow.. this guy knows what he is doing. He’s kicking the crap out of the world champion. Sorry.. CO-World Champion. JC: And look at Windsor he loves it. Laughing away at Lane getting his ass kicked.. RW: Hey, John.. he’s coming over here. [As Lane continues to have his chest pummelled in the corner Owen Windsor makes his way towards the announce table.] RW: Hey Owen, have a seat. [Owen does just that.] Owen Windsor: Thanks, Randy. RW: Glad of you to join us. Owen Windsor: Oh it’s my pleasure fella’s. I wanted to get a good view of what I might be going up against tonight, but by the looks of things.. I’ll be having the night off. JC: Just who is that guy, Owen? Owen Windsor: John the only way we’re going to find that out is if Lane is man enough to beat my friend and rip his mask off, and just take a look at the action. He is getting his arse kicked. [With that said the mystery opponent goes to hammer Lane with a right hand when Lane grabs the hand and with all his strength throws him into the corner and now he has the upper hand for the first time in this match up. Sean takes a few steps back and rushes towards his opponent and almost knocks his head off with a solid clothesline. The man stumbles forward before being nailed again with a clothesline this time taking him down to the mat. That doesn’t keep him down long though as he rolls onto his stomach and gets up as fast as he can. With his back facing Sean he shakes his head trying to get his composure back, he turns around and is met with a boot to the gut. Sean grabs the left arm and whips him off the ropes, he bounces back and Sean launches him over his head and out of the ring with a huge back body drop.] JC: Oh my god, did he just land on his head? Owen Windsor: That is why Sean needs to be taught a lesson. That’s just reckless. No wonder the SFT roster is slowly decreasing, Sean is injuring them all! JC: And you leaving Sean in a bloody mess isn’t going to cause injuries? Owen Windsor: There is only one way to deal with a man like Sean Lane, and if that means I have to resort to his tactics – then so be it. [Sean looks down at his fallen opponent and laughs before aiming his attention at Windsor, yelling obscenities at him.] Owen Windsor: See what I’m talking about? The man has no class. He is a Neanderthal. There is no room in wrestling for that disgusting behaviour. JC: But there is room for your cowardly sneak attacks Owen Windsor: Is this how you treat all your guests? RW: I apologise on his behalf, Owen. He’s like Lane, classless. [Lane drops to the mat and slides out of the ring, breaking the referee’s count. He doesn’t want to simply win this on a count out. He throws his opponent into the ring and quickly follows. He grabs the head of the opponent with both hands and tries to pull his mask off.] JC: Looks like we’re going to find out who he is.. Owen Windsor: Oh I don’t think so.. [Owen takes off his headset as the Sean tries to pull off the mask, his opponent is putting up a good fight though he is hanging on to his mask as if his life depended on it. Suddenly Windsor rushes around the ring and behind the referee. He takes out the referee with a clothesline from behind and rushes to pull Sean away from the opponent. He nails a boot to the face of Sean and the mask stays on, much to the disappointment of the crowd. Owen commands the man dressed in black to get a weapon. He dives out of the ring and strangely enough climbs UNDER the ring looking for a weapon.] JC: What the hell is he doing? RW: Your guess is as good as mine.. [After a few moments he pops out with a sledgehammer. He slides back into the ring as Owen picks up Lane and holds his arms setting Sean up to get nailed into the head. Windsor yells demanding he “knock his fucking head off”. The man in black nods and takes a step back and charges at Lane, Lane mule kicks Windsor and ducks just intime and instead of hitting Lane, he hits Windsor in the head by mistake knocking him out cold. He puts his hands on his head in shock. Lane looks on, stalking his opponent. The masked man turns around and swings a right hand, Lane ducks under it and locks his arm around the head of his opponent, he hoists him up and...] JC: TASTE OF SWEETNESS! Windsor is out, and so is his buddy, Sean Lane vs. Windsor IS going to be tonights main event. [Sean climbs on top of the guy in the mask and hooks his leg as the referee comes round just in time to see the masked man’s shoulders down to the canvas and he starts to count.] 1……… 2……… 2.555555555… 2.99999999…… 3!!!!!!!!! JC: Sean Lane has won his first match and later on tonight he will face Owen Windsor! And.. Owen is getting up, look at his face. He can’t believe it, he’s furious. [And just like that, Owen gets up and rushes at Lane but he is met with a right hand. Windsor tries to return with a right hand of his own but it is blocked and he is kicked in the stomach. Lane lifts him up and slams him into the canvas with a vicious power bomb. Windsor squirms in pain as he rolls out the ring and crawls up the ramp not taking his eyes off of Sean. The man in the mask starts to slowly crawl out the ring, but Sean Lane has other ideas. He grabs him my the legs and drags him into the middle of the ring. He picks him up and tries to pull the mask of.. and he succeeds this time. Lane stands there in complete shock, and disappointment.] RW: Who the hell is that? JC: …for gods sakes it’s just one of Windsor’s “Business associates!” RW: What a let down! [Lane shakes his head, as if he expected it to be someone else. He looks at Windsor who is laughing at Sean. Sean frowns and smacks Owen’s associate in the forehead with a right hand. He’s now out cold. Sean Lane is left in the ring on his own just shaking his head in disappointment.] JC: Well, I guess that was Windsor’s “Surprise”. RW: What? That it’s not anyone special? JC: It surprised me.. RW: If that’s what he considers as a great surprise I hope he isn’t going to be my secret Santa this year.. JC: At least we’re going to get to see one hell of a match tonight. Owen Windsor vs. Sean Lane – after his actions since he arrived, it’s going to be explosive! Winner: Sean Lane! Match Number Three [Inferno comes back from commercial break to see the end of Mike Zybala's entrance. He stands in the ring... and he waits.... and waits.... and waits... He picks up a mic...] Mike Zybala: I know it's you Viru... [An explosion from the entrance shows Virus Version 2.0 walking down to the ring. Mike Zybala take a few steps back and looks like he is preparing himself. Virus rolls into the ring and begins to attack. They exchange some punches and Mike Zybala gets the upperhand. He grapples a suddenly stunned Virus and tosses him into the ropes... and then gets a solid spear. Both men are right on their feet. They begin to punch each other back and forth again... until Virus has Mike in the corner and just begins kicking him. Using the ropes to steady himself he stomps on Mike with his left foot. Mike grabs his foot and reverses it into a figure four. Virus grabs the ropes right away... but Mike doesn't let go. The ref tries to break them apart but nothing happens. He warns Mike to let go of the hold... but Mike uses a suddenly free hand to punch the ref. Mike stands up as Virus lays on the ground nursing his legs. Picking up the ref Mike tosses him out of the ring and goes back to stomping on Virus. Virus grabs him and they begin to struggle. Virus suddenly grapples him and snaps him down for a DDT. Both men get up to hear the bell ringing and the ref is calling for disqualification. They fight right into the commercial break for a new SFT sponsored sports drink. The commercial has several superstars in it... you bear the commentators talking while it's on.] JC: Well... that one was a quickie. RW: HEHEHE. You said quickie. Winner: NO ONE! Match Number Four [We come back from the break... and stuff.] JC: Robin and Icon. I think this is clear cut... Icon is going to take this one. RW: What was that? Somebody say mark? JC: No... I didn't hear it. RW: Figures. [Robin Gallant stands in the ring with Kyle Murphy standing in the corner talking to him. They both seem to slightly jump as they hear "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES... THIS IS MY LAST RESORT!" and Icon makes his way down to the ring. Robin takes a few steps forward and Icon slides right into the ring. They are sizing each other up and you suddenly hear "My friend's got a girlfriend and he hates that bitch... she tells me everyday" as "Why don't you get a Job" by Offspring plays around the arena. The startled crowd and people in the ring watch as Slut Monkey makes his way down to the ring. He has a bag with him... and he steps into the ring with a mic in his hands and begins to talk.] Slut Monkey: Well... people of SFT. I am your new Commish. Can't believe it? I can't either. A month ago I didn't have a job... now I do News and Rumors and I am staff. I kick some serious ass huh? Well... I was in the back talking with my old friend Fox about a bucket of chicken from the past. Then... this match came up in the conversation. Why you might ask? Well... this is why. [The new Commish pulls the IC title out of the bag that he brought down and displays it to the crowd. They all cheer as they see him showing it. He smiles and begins to speak.] Slut Monkey: This match will be for the number one contender for the IC title. Whoever wins this... will fight for this. The loser will only receive a rubber chicken and maybe a chance to get into the Inferno after-party that Mini-Fox holds every week. Well... good luck gentlemen. [Slut Monkey signals for the bell as he walks towards the announcers table to sit down and talk with the announcers. The two men in the ring size each other up for a few seconds and begin exchanging blows. One catches Icon hard and Robin follows it up with a clothesline. He picks Icon right back up and does a fast snap DDT. He kicks Icon in the gut as he picks him up again. He then smashes his back with two fists and sends him back to the mat. Icon grabs his feet and pulls them out from underneath him. Robin lets out a loud scream as Icon smashes his knee on the mat. Icon picks him back up and punches him in the gut... and then knees him in the face. He picks him up and performs a perfect powerbomb.] JC: Icon coming back after a few set backs at the start. Just as predicted. RW: Can you shut up? I am trying to get Commish Monkey here to invite me to the Mini-Fox after party. JC: We are commentators. It's our job to talk. RW: Hold on while I care. [Robin
lies down as Icon walks over because Kyle is yelling something from the
other side of the ring. Icon and Kyle argue as Robin stands up. He runs
over and grabs Icon from behind for a surprise neckbreaker. Both men find
their way to their feet at the same time as Kyle is laughing on the outside.
Robin pushes Icon into the corner and Kyle grabs his feet and pulls him
down. Robin begins to stomp on him. Icon grabs his foot... and then gets
up picking Robing up with him. At the same time Kyle turns around into
a face full of the IC title held by Slut Monkey. He yells out something
about not allowing cheating to take place here. Icon drops Robin right
down on the turnbuckle with a sickening thud. Slut Monkey is smiling as
he sits down.] RW: How can you resort to simple name calling like that? Show some respect. Slut Monkey: I won't stand for cheating...
so I made it so Kyle can't stand. Now shut up before I make it so you
have to comment on peoples matches dressed in women's clothing. JC: What did Hell Falcon want? RW: A push maybe... Slut Monkey: I bet they didn't give him his own dressing room in the back. When I found out that they hadn't given me my own I was like that too. [Icon crawls over... his fight not at all over with. He makes his way clear across the ring and he lays a hand on Robbin.] JC: This should be the end! Where's the ref? Slut Monkey: I'll take care of things. [Slut Monkey jumps into the ring and looks around. The ref is laying down from what was a chair shot. Slut Monkey picks him up and brings him over to the other side of the ring where the two men are. He is trying to revive him, but when he smacks him in the face and nothing happens his drops him. He looks around confused as everybody around him is lying out cold. Finally he just drops down and does the count himself. 1...2...3... Slut Monkey walks away as "Last Resort" plays across the arena. As he leaves paramedics are running down to revive the men lying around the ring. It all fades to a commerical break for some snack food made with all natural fake cheese.] Winner: ICON!
Match Number Five [Goldeneye is in the ring and Fox is entering the ring.] RW: Goldeneye and Fox fighting for a shot at the big prize, the World Title. JC: I'm giving this one to Goldeneye, hands down. [Geye and Fox lock up in the center of the ring. They struggle and then let go in a stalemate. Fox and Geye walk in a circle and then lock up in the center again. Fox is beginning to overpower Geye, and Geye lets go, and quickly hits a quick knee to Fox's gut. When Fox bends over in pain Geye backs up and hits a knee lift on Fox. Geye looks out to the crowd and raises his fist.] Goldeneye: I'M THE UNCONTROLLABLE CALAMITY-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. [Geye turns around, looking at Fox, and Fox hits a quick punch to Geye's gut, but Geye isn't phased and just knees Fox in the face. Geye picks up Fox and whips him to the ropes and hits a armdrag into an armbar.] JC: Goldeneye going technical, hooking on the submission. RW: I think it's too early to think Fox would even submit, this is more a weardown. JC: That's what beat down's are for. [Fox starts to fight up, and gets to a standing position and starts to punch Geye. One punch catches Geye in the eye and Geye lets go, and stumbles away from Fox, with his back to Fox. Fox runs and hits a bulldog on Geye. Fox picks up Geye and whips Geye to the corner. Geye hits the corner head on, but does the leap over, as Fox follows in and ends up running under Geye as he leaps over. But as Fox runs in he grabs onto the middle rope and tries for a donkey like kick, and ends up hitting Geye as he's landing. Geye falls to the mat, holding his ribs as Fox climbs to the top rope. Fox jumps off and hits a elbow drop and pins Geye.] 1.... 2..... [Geye barely gets his shoulder up. Fox gets frustrated and simply pounds on Geye's face, busting him open near his left eye. Fox picks up Geye and whips him to the ropes. Fox goes for a backbody drop, but holds onto Geye's legs and quickly spins around and hits a high angled spinebuster. Geye bounces on the mat and the force of the spinebuster causes Fox to fall too.] JC: OH MY GOD!!! RW: HUGE spinebuster from Fox, this might be it. [Fox pins Geye.] 1... 2.... [Geye barely gets his shoulder up again. Fox picks up Geye and whips him to the ropes again, Geye reverses and hits a hip toss driver on Fox, causing Fox to just about break his neck.] JC: ... RW: ....is he dead? [Geye pins Fox.] 1.... 2.... [Fox barely gets his shoulder up and just turns over holding his neck. Geye gets up and picks up Fox. Geye whips Fox again and Geye bends over, Fox on the rebound stops with Geye's head between his legs, and Fox hits a harsh pinning powerbomb.] 1.... 2.... 3.... [Fox lets go and just lays on the mat holding his neck, as Geye just lays motionless.] RW: Fox pulled off the pin with a big powerbomb. JC: Both these men look hurt, but I'm sure Fox is thinking it's worth it, because he's now number one contender to the World Title. Winner: Fox! Main Event [“Possum Kingdom" by The Toadies blast from the PA system as again the fans rise to their feet cheering for Sean Lane as tonight he goes against Owen Windsor, fairly new on the scene but already an enemy amongst the masses. Right on cue the blue pyro blasts from the top of the ramp as the co-world champion makes his appearance from behind the curtain. He stops at the top of the ramp looking around at the packed capacity crowd; he smiles confidently as he starts to slowly approach the ring. He exits the ring via the middle rope and once again climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air psyching himself up for tonight’s main attraction. He leaps off the turnbuckle and starts to jump up and down impatiently, just waiting for his opponent to arrive.] [And with that said; the lights cut out and the arena is left in total darkness when suddenly red pyro booms from the top of the ramp, then blue, then a huge blast of white before “Hate me Now” begins to play and the crowd, for the second time tonight aim there boo’s at the Billionaire Brit. He slowly walks out from behind the curtain with his arms raised in the air once again. He pauses and stares at Lane, he delays his entrance to the ring just to tick him off. In the ring Lean leans forward slightly and waves his hands as if to say “come on”. Windsor sniggers and nods as he slowly walks down to the ring, building the tension. He enters the ring just like Lane though the middle rope. They glare at each other both with intense hatred.] JC: Neither man saying a word. Instead they just stare holes into each other. Man if looks could kill we wouldn’t be having this great match tonight.. [The bell rings to signal the match and Lane rushes at Windsor, he swings at him with a right hand, Windsor ducks under it and comes at Lane with his own punch, and Lane blocks it and comes back with a left, this time it connects. Lane continues to hammer away at the face of Windsor knocking him further back with every shot. Windsor has his back against the ropes and Lane takes a step back and knocks him out of the ring much to the delight of the crowd.] JC: Weeks of getting his ass kicked and Sean Lane isn’t holding back tonight, Windsor just got his ass kicked! RW: Lane with a powerful start, but look at Windsor, look at his face – he’s ballistic! [Windsor jumps to his feet and slides back in the ring. Lane allows him to get up before continuing his assault. He charges at Windsor with a clothesline, but Windsor ducks it and pokes Lane in the eye out of the way of the referee’s vision. Lane is temporarily blinded and his met with a kick to the gut. Lane bends over and is nailed with a vicious knee to the face. His head snaps back and he is on the floor.] JC: A sick shot to the face of Lane. This Windsor guy is not playing any games. He is looking to hurt Lane very early in the match. RW: It was always going to be the case. Windsor has been making Lane’s life a living hell ever since he arrived here in SFT, he really doesn’t like Lane what so ever. JC: Got that right, but I’m sure the feeling’s mutual. Lane has had enough of this spoilt rich kid.. [Windsor grabs a hand full of Sean’s hair and slaps him in the face, a total sign of disrespect. Windsor doesn’t let go of the hair and he lifts Sean to his feet and goes to whip Lane into the ropes, but the whip is reversed and Lane pulls Windsor towards him and locks him in a sleeper hold. Sean squeezes as hard as he possibly can and starts yanking Owen’s head from side to side. Windsor drops down to one knee and Sean is firmly in control now, or so he thought. Windsor, feeling that the match could be slipping away in the early going starts to hammer away at Sean’s mid-section with his left elbow. After a few shots Sean’s stomach can’t take much more and the hold is broken. Sean stumbles back allowing Owen time to get to his feet. Owen runs at Lane, Lane side steps and grabs onto the hips of Windsor, he arches his back and hoists Owen up in the air and drills him into the canvas with a nicely executed German suplex. Sean keeps hold of Windsor as he looks for a second, he goes to life it but Windsor blocks it and spins behind Sean and nails a quick german of his own. Windsor quickly gets to his feet and sends an elbow crashing down to the chest of Sean. Sean clutches his chest in pain as Windsor looks on with a big smile on his face. Windsor grabs the legs of Lane, he puts his left leg in between and is looking to turn Lane over and lock Lane in the sharpshooter. Lane is fighting it and Windsor just can’t seem to turn him. Lane then uses the strength in his legs to trip Windsor over and now it’s Sean’s turn to go for a sharpshooter, just to add salt in the wound.] JC: A great veteran manoeuvre there. That is why Sean is the Co-World Champion! [Lane turns over Windsor and the move is locked. Windsor screams in pain and Lane is shooting at the top of his voice demanding Windsor to tap, but to no avail. Windsor with all his might begins to crawl towards the ropes. Sean tries to pull him in back, but Windsor’s determination wins over and he breathes a sigh of relief as he reaches the ropes, and Sean is forced to break the hold, but that doesn’t mean he has to stop the assault. He climbs to the second rope and dives off and lands on Windsor’s neck with his right knee!] RW: Signs of hatred there! That move could have killed Owen. JC: He’s just paying Owen back for the numerous sneak attacks. This is retribution! [Randy and JC continue to argue amongst them selves as Owen rolls around in pain after Sean Lane’s knee landing right on his neck. The referee goes to check on Windsor. Owen sees this as his perfect opportunity to swing the match back in his favor He uses the referee to get up, clutching on to his shirt. Lane has had enough and grabs Owen from behind but Windsor has other ideas and hits Lane in the testicular area with a mule kick and the referee didn’t see a thing. Sean doubles over and Windsor spins around and lifts Sean up in the air and slams him to the mat with a gut wrench powerbomb!] JC: A sneaky move from Windsor. Cheating son of a— RW: it’s not cheating if the referee doesn’t see it. Besides, you have to admit, that was rather a smart move. Unexpected from a man of such little experience. I tell you what, JC, Owen Windsor is some competitor. He’s not only holding his own against the champion – he’s giving him the match of his life! JC: I’ll give credit where it’s due, Windsor is impressing.. Even if he is using every dirty trick in the book. [Windsor acts innocent in front of the referee before turning his attention back onto Sean. He walks over to him and sadistically kicks him in the back of the head. Revenge for the early knee to the neck, perhaps. Windsor lifts the co-World Champion to his feet and knee’s him in the gut, and again, and one final time before taking him down with an expert Russian leg-sweep. Owen continues the pressure and grabs locks in an arm-lock. He twist, and pulls back the left arm of Lane causing a tremendous amount of pain to Lane. The hold is kept in for a good couple of minutes before Windsor finally releases it. The damage has been done as far as Windsor is concerned.] RW: Wearing down the champion. Windsor is REALLY impressing me tonight. He is in control of this match up. JC: Don’t count out Sean, yet. Over the years he has been known for his resilience, he didn’t make it to the very top of this company by just simply throwing in the towel. He’ll keep fighting until he simply can no longer breathe. [Windsor kicks Lane in the back and yells at him to “get off his arse”. Sean uses the ropes to get to his feet. He turns around and ducks out of the way of a charging Owen Windsor. Windsor springs back off the ropes and Sean knocks Windsor down with a nice standing drop kick. Windsor gets to his feet and is again knocked down, this time with a rock solid right hand. Lane then begins to put the boots to Windsor, forcing him to crawl into the corner, where Lane continues his beat-down. He stops pounding the chest and face of Windsor and picks him up and drops Windsor head first into the turnbuckle. Windsor’s head snaps back and he is caught in a dragon sleeper position.] JC: Here it is; the Taste of Sweetness! [Lane hoists Windsor over his head, but Windsor pushes Lane forward into not only the turnbuckle, but the referee, causing the referee to fall down to the mat. Lane stumbles around to face Owen and is met with a shot to the gut, Windsor puts Lanes head between his legs and hooks the arms.] RW: Money Makes the World Go Round! Here it comes, JC! [Owen lifts Lane up, he spins around, but Lane, much to the surprise of Windsor jumps out of the hold in mid air and lands firmly on his feet. Owen stands still shocked, Lane spins him around.] JC: Taste of Sweetness? YES! He’s nailed it! It’s over… RW: Ha, there’s no ref! JC: Dammit you could count to one hundred and this match still wouldn’t be over! [After Lane realizes there is no referee he climbs off Windsor and walks towards the referee, trying to get him to recover. The referee shows signs of life and that’s enough for Lane, he turns around and goes to pick up Windsor and put him away for good this time, but Windsor has other plans and nails Lane with a low blow for the second time in the match. He leaps up and again puts his head between his legs, hooks both arms and hoists him up. Windsor does a three-sixty spin before planting Lane perfectly on the top of his head.] JC: No! Money Makes the World Go Round, just as the damn referee is getting up. Owen Windsor is a damn cheat. Windsor is going to go from rookie to major superstar because of cheating! RW: After his performance tonight, he’s already done it! JC: The referee is in position, it’s over.. 1………… 2………… 2.5555555555555555………… 2.9999999999……… 3?!?!?! RW: YES!! HE’S DONE IT!! JC: NO HE HASN’T! LANE SOME HOW KICKED OUT! RW: Are you kidding me?! JC: Look at Windsor’s face? Does that look like a man that has just won a big match? No. Lane kicked out and Windsor simply CANNOT believe it! What a match! [Windsor pounds the mat in disbelief and frustration. He grabs Lane by the hair once again and picks him up to his feet. He again looks to set him up for his finishing move, but Lane powers out and launches Windsor over his head. Windsor leaps up and runs at Lane. Lane side steps and gets behind Windsor and grabs his head. JC: TASTE OF SWEETNESS!! THAT HAS TO BE IT!! 1………… 2…………… JC: : What the fu— [Windsor’s associate, who is STILL donning that black mask, has pulled off Windsor and out of the ring Lane. He whips Lane shoulder first into the steel steps and then throws him onto the announce table!] RW: Shit JC, look out [Windsor’s associate climbs the announce table and picks up Sean Lane who now has a glazed look in his eye. The guy in the mask kicks Lane in the nuts and places Lane’s head in between his legs and hooks the arms. He hoists him up and drives him through the announce table head first and onto the concrete floor and the referee has no choice but to simply call for the bell!] JC: Lane win’s this one via. DQ. Dammit he has ruined a great match! RW: Why is he still wearing that mask? We know who he is now! [The man looks down at Lanes broken, bloody body and reaches into his pocket and pulls out a staple gun. He bends down over Sean’s head and fires two shots into the head of Sean Lane.] JC: I’ve seen Sean use that before.. on.. on… [With that said the man gets up from his crouched and slowly pulls of his mask to surprise the whole world.] JC: SPARKS?!?! RW: HOLY SHIT!!! DAMIEN SPARKS! I DON’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT! JC: WINDSORS SURPRISE IS DAMIEN SPARKS?! JESUS CHRIST! [The crowd are booing like crazy as Sparks spits on Lane and he snatches a microphone from the ring announcer. Cue vintage arrogant smile, a one that we’ve missed from SFT for long enough. He slowly puts the mic to his lips as he addresses Sean Lane.] Damien Sparks: Sean…… I’m BACK! [With that said Windsor comes over and pats Sparks on the back. The two shake hands and simultaneously they spit on Sean before shaking hands!] JC: Damien Sparks is back, and with Windsor?! What the hell is going on?! RW: I don’t know JC, but this ISN’T good for Sean Lane! JC: I’m sure we’ll find out the answers in coming weeks, but that’s all we’ve got time for tonight folks. Unbelievable turn of events. What an incredible night.. Windsor promised a surprise, and boy did we get one. Goodnight folks! Winner: Sean Lane! [Lane stands in the middle of the ring when suddenly Fox appears at the entrance to the arena.] RW: Yes! Now its go time. JC: World Title time right now! [Fox doesn’t move towards the ring through and cocks his head to one side looking at the very intense Sean Lane. Lane positions himself ready for a fight while Fox doesn’t look like he’s going to move an inch.] RW: Wait wait…. JC: Ohhh shiiiiit….. [Fireball has quickly slid into the ring and is now standing behind the unsuspecting Lane. Within one motion, Fireball spins Lane around, hits him with the Xcaliber and is once again standing over him. Fox has now slowly made his way down to the ring and stands besides Fireball looking down at Lane. Windsor has now begun to get to his feet in the corner. Simulatiously Fireball and Fox turn their gaze to Windsor whose eyes have now become big as saucers. In a blink of an eye, Fox and Fireball lay out Windsor along side of Lane.] RW: Wait a minute. Wait a goddamned second! JC: Hell ya, our new boss here to save the day. [Allisa rushes into the ring where both Fireball and Fox are surveying their carnage.] Allisa: What the hell do you two think you are doing? First it was Doom and Cowboy Jack on Titans. And now its Lane and Windsor tonight! This is not high school. You can run around and bully anyone you please. Someone will eventually fight back and then you will know what it feels like. Wait, wait no…nope, I was wrong. No one’s gonna stand up to you. RW: What the hell? [The three individuals in the ring now shake hands as Allisa hands the microphone to Fireball. Allisa looks at the two men lying in the ring and laughs to herself.] Fireball: It’s been a long time since something this good graced an SFT ring. And no I am not talking about the unbelieveable beating these two athletes took here tonight. Unlike Titans, there was no reason to lay out these two men except for the fact that they stood in the way. You see, I’ve made my good name putting together teams, teams that dominated this federation. And honestly, I have never been so intiminated by a group of people then the people standing in the ring right now. The key word here is standing. Now I’ve been involved with some very influencial and dominate groups of the current age. The Night Riderz, the Franchise Players and the Elite all called Fireball a member. I thought the Elite had very good ideas and members when it first existed but the problem was that it was just a name and a clique, it was not a way of life. Now, my associates and I all agree that we are the elite of the SFT and that is really the only way to describes us. But we have something else. We have a focus that has not been seen in a group in a long time. It seems like ages since a group of people strived to be the best with no other agenda. The “SFW” and “XCW” stables each exist because the other does. We are not together to feud with these men. We are one to dominate the Towers as only we can. You see, being the best is our business and our business is being Elite Inc. [The show fades to black...] Friday
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