“Encore-Numb” hits and a returning Seth Dryden makes his way out the ring, he rolls in and leans up against the ropes waiting for Drogden to come out. Seth’s confidence is in abundance as he taunts the crowd and then smiles as he takes it all in. When Drogden’s music finally hits and “Back to the Primitive” plays, he comes running down to the ring and dives right into it and Seth begins almost instantly to go to work on him

RW: Seth is really going to work on Drogden

JC: Hardly a bad move, Seth’s gotta reestablish himself in this match and at the same time must use intelligence to overcome the size advantage Drogden has over him.

Drogden is trying to protect himself but it isn't working. Seth then goes for a snap suplex, but Drogden blocks it and delivers a few quick kicks to the mid section of Dryden. Drogden follows by whipping Seth into the ropes and following up with a drop kick as Seth bounces back towards the center of the ring. Seth falls onto his back but is almost as quickly snapping back up. Another clothesline by Drogden. He tries for a third, but Seth sees it this and uses his speed and agility to duck under it…he ducks and grabs Ryder and delivers a hurricanrana.

JC: Beautiful hurricanrana right there!

Drogden is down and is rolling around grabbing the back of his head. He slowly gets up and is stumbling around. He then sees Seth charging at him and he charges as well. The two men hit each other with a clothesline, causing them to both fall to the mat hard. The ref counts…1…2….3….4….5….6.. Seth starts to his feet ..7…..8…9… Drogden struggles to his feet just ahead of the ref’s count. As soon as Drogden staggers up, Seth is right on top with a drop kick to the knees and sends Drogden back on his back. Seth quickly follows by throwing Drogden outside through the middle ropes. He then gets tot he top turnbuckle and leaps off, going for an elbow drop. Seth connects, and Drogden lies motionless, but Seth is also down.

JC: That one took a lot out of both men. Seth sure is bent on showing his tenacity here this evening in his return match.

RW: Yeah, but I don’t know who got the worst of that one, Seth’s down as well. The Ref counts again… 1…2….3…4….5… Drogden slowly begins to rise ..6…7… Seth barely makes his way to his feet and Drogden rolls his staggering body into the ring before entering after him. The men meet in the middle of the ring and begin to exchange punches. Drogden takes advantage and throws Seth to the ropes. He catches him in a belly to belly suplex and plants Seth to the mat. Drogden springs to his feet and starts showboating. He ends the showboating quickly and runs to the ropes. He jumps on the second rope and uses it to catapolt himself into a cross body. In an amazing show of strength, Seth catches the man and runs at the ropes, causing both men to tumble outside.

RW: That was definitely cool!

JC: What do you know about cool?

RW: Shut up.

Outside, Drogden again is the first to his feet. A bit put off by his struggles thus far, Drogden walks a few feet away and pulls a chair out from under the mat. He grins an evil grin while looking down at Seth as the crowd boos in disapproval of what looks to be next. Drogden watches as Seth slowly staggers up. He raises the chair overhead and swings down at Seth’s head. Seth, though, sees it coming and dropkicks the chair into Drogden’s unsuspecting face. Drogden is out and Seth is pumped, waiving his arms in the air like a mad man. He rolls Drogden’s lifeless body into the ring. Seth climbs the top rope and take a minute to let the crowd rise in anticipation and cheer. He jumps off and connects with Aces full and pins.. 1….2….3!

The arena goes dark and many prayers are said in low voices in latin simultaneously. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire as 'O Fortuna' begins playing. HaVoC steps out onto the ramp and moves his head to see all the fans and savor thier boos. He slowly walks to the ring and slides in. He hops onto one turnbuckle and (like egde) leans foreward with his arms at his side.

Amanda Summers: Introdicing first... the challenger... from Parts Unknown... Burton Edwards!

The arena lights cut out, and two jets of smoke begin to cover the stage as Rammstein's 'Reise, reise' begins to play through the arena. As the guitars kick in, the stage goes up in flames, and as the fire dies away, Burton Edwards walks onto the stage. He surveys the crowds of fans, before walking down the rampway, past the pillars of fire that lead to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope, and removes his coat, before ascending one of the turnbuckles and looking out at the mostly booing crowds.

Amanda Summers: and his opponent... from Osaka, Japan... the SFT World Heavyweight Champion... Nirvana!

Ripping guitars hit the pa as "Demonizer" beings to play with Jeff King's voice booming over the pa

"For Nirvana so loved SFT.."

The arena is plunged into darkness as "DEmonizer" by Judas Priest hits the pa

"That he gave it a great pain..."

Suddenly an image of a new born baby hits the Striketron.

"And unto us he brought a great misery.."

The image morphes into a maggot infested corpse as the arena lights go blood red. Suddenly the SFT logo appears on the striketron but it is quickly dispelled as barbedwrie rips through it revealing a Japanese flag.

"From which we shall never recover"

a golden spotlight illuminates the entranceway. "Demonizer" continues to play on the PA, and Jeff King steps out from behind the apron , decked out in a fancy, old fashioned suit, hair parted off to the side, and greased down. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizazze of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring followed by Ms.Black, spinning his cane, and doffing his hat to the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Burton exits the ring and attacks Nirvana.

JC: He can't wait!

Edwards tries to irish whip Nirvana into the stairs, but Nirvana reverses it and Burton flys into the steps. Nirvana then manages to pick up Burton in a suplex position before dropping him gut first across the safety rail. Then he climbs up onto the ring apron and goes for a spinning heel kick to the back of Burton's head. Edwards moves out of the way, standing upright in the crowd, which causes Nirvana to slam into the wall. Nirvana climbs to his feet and is met by a right hand from Edwards. Burton climbs over the railing and begins to take advantage of a staggered Nirvana. He grabs Nirvana's head and slams it into the ring apron, then takes a hold of Nirvana when he staggers back.

JC: Side Russian legsweep against the guardrail!

RW: Ouch!

Burton Edwards gets to his feet and rolls Nirvana into the ring. Edwards reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a chair, which he throws into the ring. Burton slides into the ring, but Nirvana is up and waiting for him. He begins to stomp Edwards, then grabs the chair. Burton gets to one knee and Nirvana lifts up the chair, but before he brings it down, Ref. Havoc grabs the chair, and throws it to the ground. Nirvana and Havoc get in each others face. Edwards grabs the chair and swings it hard and smashes Nirvana in the head! Havoc just pretends he didnt see it.

JC: What the -?

RW: How did Havoc not see that?

Edwards slides out of the ring and starts to take a breather. He walks over to the timekeeper's table and grabs the World Championship belt. He holds it close to his face and smiles at it. He waits outside the ring and watches Nirvana stumble to his feet. Nirvana supports himself on the middle rope and Edwards smashes him in the face with the World title. He then slides in the ring and make pin attempt...

1.....

2.....

Kickout!

Burton Edwards appears annoyed and holds up three fingers to Havoc to indicate his frustration. Havoc also looks a little frustrated as he shrugs his shoulders to Edwards. He stands up and begins to stomp Nirvana relentlessly, stomping him right of the ring. Burton then climbs out and joins Nirvana on the floor. Edwards picks up Nirvana in a shoulder breaker position and runs towards the nearest ringpost, but Nirvana slides down and uses Burton's own momentum to shove him right into the post. Nirvana climbs back into the ring. Outside, Edwards catches his breath before sliding into the ring. He stands and charges Nirvana, who greets him with a snap DDT. Nirvana then locks Burton Edwards in the Devilock!

JC: That could be all! Nirvana is on his way to another successful title defense

Edwards fights and fights to break the hold, but to no avail. After close to a minute in the hold, Burton is able to reach the ropes. Nirvana does not let go and Havoc counts... quickly...

Havoc: 1..2..3..4..

Nirvana breaks the hold and starts to stare down Havoc. Angrily, he turns his attention to Burton and begins to lay in kicks to the lower back of Edwards. Nirvana then pulls Edwards to his feet, leans him against the near ropes and whips him to the far side.

JC: Edwards sent to the ropes!

RW: Edwards connects with a high knee to the face of Nirvana!

Burton shows some signs of life, indeed taking Nirvana down with a high knee. Weakly he stands Nirvana up and applies the 'Therapy For Pain'.

JC: Apparently Burton is not strong enough to apply the hold properly. Nirvana battles out with ease.

Nirvana again sends Burton to the ropes, this time charging Edwards on the return. He attempts a clothesline, but Edwards ducks and manages to spin around, grab Nirvana from behind and connect with the 'Last Commandment'!

JC: The Last Commandment!

Edwards goes for a pin...

1..

2..

3!!!

JC: Oh my god!!!!

RW: Burton Edwards is the new SFT World Champion!

JC: He never would have won if we had a normal official!

RW: Stop making excuses, we have a new champion!