[The show opens to the Fleetcenter to outstanding pyrotechnics. The camera zooms around the arena looking at signs from the fans.]

BRING BACK GUST!

I <3 LEGEND

CYPHER 4 CHAMP!

[The camera goes to Kate and Nathan, who are eager to call great action here on Inferno.]

Kate: Hello and welcome to Friday Night Inferno!

Nathan: Friday night? Are you sure?

[She looks at the paper.]

Kate: That's what it says.

Nathan: Oh. Okay. Well whatever day it is... we're back again for superb action! It's a great thing this isn't Sedition...

Kate: Nice attempt at a joke, kid. Tonight, we have five outstanding matches for you fans.

Nathan: No... four. The match between Dryden and Nirvana was called off. Nirvana had to leave to find himself... again.

Kate: Well, that certainly ruins the main event.

Nathan: Not so fast! The main event has been officially changed to... Nathan Gust vs. Lucas Balkan!

Kate: That should be a good match... especially if you get hurt...

Nathan: Har har har. Moving on...

Alekz Kutovs Aruski vs. Midnight
(Rookie Match)

[The camera looks to the ring, where both men are already standing in the ring.]

Kate: And first up is a rookie match!

Nathan: Midnight is a rookie? I thought he had a match at Fallout V...

Kate: He did... and he almost beat Nirvana.

Nathan: But he's still a rookie?

Kate: Hey, I don't decide what to call the matches. I'm just a commentor.

Nathan: And you're banging the boss.

Kate: Well... yeah...

[The bell sounds and the two meet in the center of the ring. They meet face to face and lock up. Midnight pushes AKA away and goes for a clothesline, but AKA ducks it and bounces off the opposite ropes. He goes for a spear, but Midnight dives out of the way, sending AKA flying through the ropes. Midnight gets back up and AKA slides back into the ring. He springboards off of the ropes and goes for a dropkick and connect with Midnight's head, sending the larger man into the corner.]

Nathan: I like this kid's style.

[AKA jumps over the top rope, lands on the apron, and he climbs the turnbuckle that Midnight was pushed into. He sits on top of the turnbuckle, grabs Midnight's head, and delivers a reverse tornado DDT to the man.]

Kate: And there's the cover!

1...

2...

NO!

[Midnight manages to kick out. AKA rolls Midnight over and locks on an elevated cobra clutch. Midnight moves around in pain for ten seconds before tapping out. The bell sounds and AKA gets to his feet.]

Winner: Alekz Kutovs Aruski

[The fans cheer as AKA helps Midnight up. The two shake hands and Midnight raises AKA's hand in victory.]

Nathan: Well that's a nice show of sportsmanship. I can see these rookies going very far here...

[Midnight drops the arm, headbutts AKA, and delivers 'The Secret' to him.]

Kate: Oh my God!

[Midnight looks down at AKA, spits on the fallen winner, and he leaves the ring and walks back up the ramp.]

Nathan: Well that was surprising...

Nathan: Well... that was definitely a surprise. It's been a great show so far

Kate: It sure it!

[As the fans settle in there seats, the lights go dim… Green lights appear and illuminate the ramp all the way down to the ring. People begin to look towards the entrance way. Suddenly, Rage against the Machine’s "Bulls On Parade" begins to blare over the arena speakers.]

Kate: We know that music!

Nathan: But why is he even here?

[Fans get to their feet and Brickcity “B” makes his way from behind the curtain with THREE TITLES IN HAND. The TV title wrapped around his waist, the Hardcore title over his shoulder and his half of the TAG titles over his shoulder. It takes the fans a moment to realize who it is, but once they do… They erupt in chants of [FUCK YOU "B"!] Well, some begin to chant... Others BOO frantically... Brickcity hops into the ring, he takes a look around at the pieces of trash in the arena and smirks as the fans simply gaze in amazement.]

Kate: This should be good…

"B": Well hello there SFT fanatics! Hello Brickcity “B” maniacs!

[The fans begin to boo at our GOLDEN champion, Brickcity “B”. Brick smiles for a bit, looks at all of his titles and then continues.]

"B": I’m sorry I look a bit tired here tonight, but carrying three friggin pieces of gold around isn’t as easy as it looks. It’s actually quiet a workout. And really, take a look at my work load over the last several weeks, hell, over the last couple of months. As it was stated on WAR, Brickcity “B” as placed himself on the map here in SFT by capturing THREE titles!

Nathan: Tell me again, why do they give this guy a mic?

"B": I truly am SFT’s work horse. Very few men can say that they have held three titles at once… Hell, for me, three isn’t enough… I have my eye on that IC title as well, if you catch my drift?

Nathan: Well, this guy just wants it all eh?

"B": : And why not? Looking around at the SFT roster, the talent is pretty thin. And really, I’m glad to finally bring some value to these titles. No longer is the hardcore title a worthless piece of shit title. It is now a not-so-worthless piece of shit title.

Kate: Isn’t that the title you have set your eyes on Gust?

Nathan: …

"B": This TV title, this TV title I have held now for over a month… And given the history of this title, that’s unheard of! And now, to top it off… I hold the TAG titles along with my good friend Saga. And as I said before… I might just be making it four very soon!

Kate: Arrogant much?

"B": And as I stand here before you tonight, there are people in the back foaming at the mouth with jealousy. As I speak here tonight there are staff members in the back that are pushing for me to do battle with my partner Saga. And if that is not enough, my TV title is on the line. And I know Azreal is behind this… So to Azreal I say… Your time will come boy. You and I shall dance. And until that moment comes, keep living your life in fear. Because sooner or later, you will be placed in the middle of that ring with the IMAGE of Pro-Wrestling…

Kate: This guy just can’t keep his mouth shut.

"B": And as I stand here tonight, soaking in this glorious moment. There is another man who is shaking with jealousy, a man who is as envious as can be, envious of SFT’s brightest star, Brickcity “B”. And this man’s name is none other then Nathan Gust!

Nathan: Oh, here we go…

"B": This man seems to think that just because he made his pathetic comeback to SFT, that he is for some reason entitled to a Hardcore Title match. (Facing towards Gust)Is that true Gust?

Kate: Just relax Gust…

"B": Is that true son? You want to take my Hardcore title? You want to dethrone SFT’s brightest star? Is that it? Gust, since my arrival here I have been the only bit of light amongst this shit hole that you call SFT. What makes you think you can take this Hardcore title away from me?

Nathan: Just wait big man…

"B": To the SFT “superstars”, please, take note… This is what a real champion looks like. I say what I want and I back it up every damn time... You sons of bitches might not like my attitude, but you sure as hell are going to respect me. That goes for Gust, that goes for our WORLD champ Legend, that goes for SFT’s official big DOOF, Venom, that goes for the somehow “Unbeatable” Nirvana, that goes for every one here… Do not take me as a joke… You step in my way… I will hurt you and I will humble you.

[Brickcity “B” drops the microphone as chants of [FUCK YOU “B”] begin to echo throughout the building. Rage’s Bulls on Parade blares over the PA system as Brick exits the ring as he holds onto his titles. He makes his way up the ramp and gives Gust a smile as he passes the announce booth.]

Kate: That was different.

Nathan: Just wait Brick… I’ll lighten up that GOLD load you have very shortly…

Kate: Well, let’s move on shall we?

Brass Martin vs. Angel of Death
(Dead Pac Match)

["Wait and Bleed" hits the airwaves and Angel of Death comes to the ring with the rest of the Dead Pac, Brass already waiting in the ring. AOD walks up the steps and stands on the apron, watching his opponent. He enters under the top rope and meets the man in the center of the ring.]

Kate: This is going to be intense.

Nathan: I know. Any time the Dead Pac is around, there's just this... eerie feeling.

[The bell rings and Angel of Death wastes no time with a kick to the head of Brass and then a belly to back suplex.]

Kate: So lets see if I get this right, for Brass to get into the Dead Pac he has to defeat Angel of Death?

Nathan: Yup. Seems the Dead Pac are making it very hard for anyone to get in their ranks with stips like those.

[Angel of Death with a brainbuster then a clothesline from hell, he attempts to cover his adversary.]

1...

2..

NO!

[AOD with a spinebuster and a gorilla press slam.]

Kate: AOD with some old school moves now, I like it.

[AOD with a suplex then a double arm DDT, he again covers and the ref counts.]

1...

2..

NO!

[Brass kicks out. AOD cannot believe it. AOD with a powerslam followed by his Hells Fire as the crowd boos and cheers at the same time, he slowly covers.]

1...

2..

NO!

[Another kick out.]

Nathan: Wow I can't believe Brass kicked out of that one.

[AOD picks up Brass and climbs the turnbuckles getting ready for his Devils Drop, but Brass pushes himself off it and from the outside pulls AOD’s legs and AOD falls to the mat in a weird fashion. Brass now frogplash off the ropes then a lionsault.]

Kate: Here comes Brass right back now.

[Brass with an Impaler DDT and as AOD gets up he gets a superkick to the face.]

Nathan: Oh the sound of sweet chin music.

Kate: Shh we’ll get sued by the WWE for using that term.

Nathan: Fuck the WWE!

[Brass puts the boot to the face of AOD but AOD powers himself up with a kick to the back of Brass then a sit down powerbomb out of nowhere shaking the whole damn ring! AOD covers.]

1...

2..

NO!

[Brass kicks out again. AOD again climbs the turnbuckles going to try his 'Devil's Drop' again but Brass gets out of it again and from the top turnbuckle they fall with Brass locking in a small package in mid air they fall with Brass still holding fast as the ref counts.]

1...

2..

3!

[AOD kicks out a second too late and its over. Redd, Cypher, Bane, get in the ring, they help AOD to his feet, Redd brings out a black Dead Pac t-shirt and hands it to Brass, Brass just smiles and puts it on. Wait and Bleed hits as the five men walk away from the ring to a hail of cheers from the crowd.]

Winner: Brass Martin

[The scene changes to earlier this afternoon. SFT World Heavyweight Champion Johnny Legend arrived at the arena and was met by an angry mob of fans. Security helps him into the building, where rookie reporter Gerald is waiting for an interview.]

Johnny Legend: Move, blockhead.

[Gerald stands his ground.]

Gerald: Excuse me, Mr. Legend. May I have a word with you?

Johnny Legend: Actually, you may have two. Fuck you.

[Johnny tries to get through, but Gerald stands in his way.]

Gerald: Please, sir. For the fans?

Johnny Legend: For the fans. Like the ones outside throwing trash at me?

Gerald: Please. I just want to know how you feel about the booking committee wanting you to defend your World Heavyweight Championship every week...

Johnny Legend: That's no problem at all. I've already destroyed Havoc and annihilated Kyle Murphy. Who else is there? Nirvana and Louis Cypher are gone.

Gerald: There's still guys like Seth Dryden, Sean Mason, and even Nathan Gust.

Johnny Legend: That's all you've got? Come on, SFT. Take your best shot. I will knock down all of your little pins.

[Legend pushes Gerald out of the way and he keeps walking down the hallway. Gerald looks to his mentor Harold.]

Gerald: How was that?

Harold: Very good. If you can stand up to Johnny Legend, you are a good reporter. He can get pretty mean... but you handled it well.

Gerald: Gee thanks, Mr. Harold. Maybe next week I can do News and Rumors!

[Harold pauses and stares with 'deer in the headlights' look on his face.]

Harold: No.

[Harold walks away and his apprentice follows. The scene goes back to the ringside area for the next match.]

Kyle Murphy vs. Allison Johnson
(Standard Match)

["Haunted" blares over the PA system. After a few moments of the song, Allison slowly makes her way towards the ring. A determined look is on her face, as she ignores the boos and cheers from them all. As she walks up the steel steps, she plays with her hair innocently. Entering between the top and middle rope, she gives the fans a glance at her tight butt. Once getting in the center, she slowly paces around the ring waiting for her opponent.]

Kate: Well folks, we're about set for what may have been the biggest match of the night. In fact, I guess it's tonight's main event. Except I'm really not sure what's going to happen here, as Kyle Murphy has vowed that he will not be here.

Nathan: Yeah, we've been told to stall because we're not sure what's going on. Nobody has seen Kyle Murphy in the... well, it used to be called the Fleet Center. I think they've changed it, but I'm not sure. At any rate, nobody knows if Kyle Murphy is in the building or not. I hope Kyle shows up, 'cuz he's the man.

Amanda Summers: The following contest is... scheduled for... ONE FALL! In the ring, from Sleepy Hollow, New York...

[The crowd boos.]

Amanda Summers: Weighing in at... 117 pounds... ALLISON... JOHNSON!

[With Allison in the ring, "Enter Sandman" begins to blare out over the loudspeakers and there is a blast of gold pyro at the stage area.]

Nathan: Well maybe Kyle is here after all!

Kate: He better be, or he might just get his ass fired.

Nathan: Are we allowed to say "ass?"

Kate: I'll say what I want to say. It's my show.

Nathan: Good point!

[With all this "Enter Sandman" has continued to play, but no sign of Kyle Murphy.]

Nathan: I guess not.

Kate: I guess they were just seeing if playing his music would bring him out if he is in the building.

[The music cuts off now and the StrikeTron comes to life.]

Nathan: What the heck?

[There on the StrikeTron is a shot of Angel of Death, laid out and bloodied backstage. The camera back there pans up to see a large cracked area in the plaster of the hallway wall near where the big man lays knocked out.]

Nathan: My God, someone has assaulted Angel of Death! Wait, what do I care? He's in the Dead Pac!

[Nathan laughs.]

Kate: But what does this have to do with our match?!

[The StrikeTron goes black as the trainers rush to tend to Angel of Death. "Enter Sandman" begins to play again.]

Nathan: Do ya' think...? Nah...

[Again there is the blast of gold pyro and a spotlight appears on the stage, but again there is no Kyle Murphy.]

Nathan: Wait... I thought Angel of Death implied that he was going to leave wrestling in SFT if he lost tonight? Why would someone do that to him?

Kate: I don't know, but that's not my biggest problem. Apparently one half of my main event is missing.

["Enter Sandman" stops again. Now "Shoots & Ladders" by Korn begins to blare across the speakers in its place.]

Nathan: Well, THAT'S not him!

Kate: Well at least maybe we'll finally get some answers!

[Indeed Shadow now walks out, carrying a microphone. He power walks down to ringside.]

Nathan: Wow, Old Man Shadow has a little extra pep in his step tonight!

[Now Shadow climbs into the ring, joining his wife.]

Nathan: Hm. Now I can see why!

[Shadow, although his face is adorned with it's customary green and black face paint, is clearly upset and angry.]

Shadow: Well apparently my headliner tonight, Kyle Murphy, has kept his promise and has failed to show up here tonight.

[The crowd boos.]

Shadow: Believe me, I'm not happy about it, either. But as a result of his absence, I have no choice but to award this match to my lovely wife. So here is your winner... ALLISON... JOHNSON!

[The crowd boos again, more disappointed about not having a match than upset about the announcement of Allison as the winner.]

Nathan: Come on, this is BULL...

Kate: Whoa, easy there, cowboy. It's not that important. I'm just as upset as you are, believe you ME.

[Allison is now stepping between the top and middle ropes, pausing to allow the fans and Shadow a little extra peak at her hindparts.]

Nathan: Ooh! That makes ME happier!

[Suddenly Shadow turns around... and is floored with a baseball bat across the head!]

Nathan: WHAT THE HELL?!

[The camera pans up from Shadow to see a fan standing over Shadow, holding the Louisville Slugger. The man is wearing an LGP t-shirt, dark sunglasses and a green Boston Celtics cap. He has a thick full beard and mustache.]

Nathan: Did a fan just attack Shadow?!

Kate: It sure looks that way!

Nathan: But why?!

[Allison Johnson is now standing on the ring apron, looking at the man in shock. She seems to be wondering the same thing as Gust. The man in the New Era Celtics cap just pulls back and wails Shadow once across the ribs, causing him to roll over onto his stomach. Mercilessly the assailant hits Shadow three times in the back.]

Kate: Somebody stop this! Why isn't anyone stopping this man?!

[Hesitantly Allison steps back into the ring and tries to check on her husband. The man that attacked him now drops the bat to the canvas and just stares at Johnson. Allison senses this and backs away towards the ropes she'd just entered through. The man in the LGP shirt walks toward her so that he is face to face with her, about an arms length away. Johnson is pressed back up against the ropes.]

Kate: What's this freak going to do now?!

Nathan: I have no idea!

[The man now reaches up with both hands, his left hand grabbing his beard and the left grabbing the baseball cap on his head. He yanks them away, leaving only the sunglasses still on his head.]

Nathan: Holy shit, he just pulled his beard off!

Kate: Good Lord, it was a disguise! Wait... is that who I think it is?!

[The man in the black t-shirt pulls away his sunglasses, jaw-jacking at Allison as he does so.]

Nathan: MY GOD! That's KYLE MURPHY! HE'S HERE!

Kate: That sick son of a b...

Nathan: Kate, Kate, calm down! Your headliner is here! Your main event!

Kate: Yeah, and he just brutally assaulted our boss! Well, YOUR boss! He's MY partner!

Nathan: Oh yeah, that. Well, you take the good with the bad, right?

[Kate glares at Gust.]

Nathan: Sorry, I marked out there for a second.

[Kyle grins at Allison before turning back to Shadow. Murphy pulls Shadow to his feet and holds him so that he and Allison can look at each other. Kyle smiles at Allison again, a cold evil grin, before driving Shadow forward with a front Russian leg sweep, driving his face into the mat.]

Kate: DAMN HIM!

Nathan: Wait a second... wasn't that...? I've seen that before. That was Reginald Royce's move, the Valedictorian! What a perverse message from Kyle Murphy to Shadow! Kyle's just plain AWESOME! I knew I'd seen that move somewhere before!

Kate: Yeah, you were probably twelve!

[Kyle kneels there next to Shadow a moment, looking down at him and grinning. Then he looks up at Allison. Getting back on his feet, Kyle grabs Shadow and pulls him up as well.]

Kate: Now what?!

[Murphy tosses Shadow over the top rope and out of the ring, then turns back to Allison. She quickly walks over to Kyle... and slaps him across the face!]

Kate: You go girl!

Nathan: ...

Kate: What? He deserved that. If you can "mark out" for Kyle, I'll "mark" for Allison if I want to.

Nathan: Fair enough.

[Angered, Kyle grabs Allison's head to bend her forward. He grabs her in a gutwrench, then lifts her over his shoulder.]

Kate: Oh no! We saw this at Fallout!

[Kyle begins to bob up and down, rag-dolling Allison up on his shoulder.]

Nathan: God, no! Don't! He almost broke Johnny Legend's back with this on Sunday! Imagine what it would do to Allison!

[Murphy now drops to his knees, crashing Allison down with that brutal over-the-shoulder backbreaker.]

Nathan: I believe that's sometimes called a "bull backbreaker." I dread to think what it may have done to poor AJ!

Kate: Had a burst of conscience all of a sudden there, Nate?

Nathan: Hey, I have to be objective when I'm out here.

[Kyle Murphy now pulls the t-shirt off, then glares at the referee.]

Kate: Not the referee, too!

Kyle Murphy: What are you waiting for, I'm here aren't I?

[The referee looks at him, confused.]

Kyle Murphy: Start the match, SLAPASS!

[Reluctantly Charles White calls for the bell to start the match.]

Nathan: And we're under way!

[Kyle quickly goes for the cover.]

Nathan: And... that may be it!

[Referee Charles White is reluctant to count, as he was about starting the match at all. But slowly he begins to make the count.]

1...

2...

NO!

[Murphy pulled Allison's shoulder up before the referee could count the three. He laughs and pushes her back down in the lateral press.]

1...

2...

NO!

Nathan: She kicked out AGAIN!

Kate: Oh, she didn't kick out, you twit! Murphy pulled her up to break the count! The sick bastard's toying with her!

Nathan: You mean like a kitty toys with a mouse?

Kate: Ye... I mean... no... I mean... ARGH!

[Kyle just laughs again as he brings Allison to her feet. Grabbing her left knee, he lifts her up and drops her down with a kneebreaker. Holding on, he lifts her back up and delivers a second before letting her drop to the mat.]

Kate: This is just sick! Sick and wrong! He ambushed her husband, hit her with that damn backbreaker and now he's just having her way with her in this... I won't even CALL it a match! This is more like an EXECUTION!

[Kyle waits for Allison to get up, and she slowly does so. Once she's up, Kyle runs off the ropes behind her and takes her down with a chop block.]

Nathan: Kyle Murphy is just dissecting that left knee of Allison Johnson!

[Murphy now grabs Johnson and pulls her right back to her feet. Again hooking Allison's knee, he picks her up and drops her with a third kneebreaker. Allison crashes to the mat in obvious pain.]

Kate: Another kneebreaker! I'm thinking the ref should stop this thing! It isn't right, it isn't fair! He dominated her with that cheap shot of a backbreaker and since then he's just been having fun with her!

Nathan: Kyle said he was going to teach SFT a lesson. Apparently he meant it!

[Kyle now grabs Allison's right ankle and drops an elbow to the inside of the knee. Popping back up, he delivers a second elbow drop to the leg.]

Kate: Goodness, nearly breaking the left leg apparently wasn't enough for him! Now he's gone to the right!

[Murphy is back up and drops a third elbow drop across the inside of that right leg. This time he just lays there on top of it in a sort of submission hold.]

Kate: This is uncalled for! He's just playing with her, he doesn't need to wear her down like this!

[Allison flails about desperately, then decides there's only one thing to do.]

Nathan: Hey! She's biting him!

Kate: Good for her!

[Kyle lets go of the makeshift submission hold and pops up to his feet, temporarily stunned by Allison's biting of his forehead. This allows Allison to get to her feet. When Murphy turns back toward her, she catches him with a thumb to the eye!]

Nathan: Thumb to the eye! That's one of the oldest tricks in the book!

[This staggers Murphy back away from her. Again Kyle turns and walks towards her, and this time she gives him a full eye rake.]

Nathan: And so is that! The rake of the eyes!

[Once again Murphy is staggered away from Johnson. When Kyle turns back around this time, Allison takes him down with a drop toe hold. She then waits for him to get back to his feet. Once he does, she runs to the ropes and runs at him. Kyle catches her and goes to lift her over with a back body drop, but Allison grabs his head and hits him with a version of tornado DDT!]

Nathan: WOW! How is Allison doing this?! How could she fight back after Kyle assaulted her with that violent backbreaker?!

Kate: I'm not sure! But I think she may have hurt herself with that incredible counter of the back body drop!

[Sure enough Allison is slow to get up, allowing Murphy to get to her feet right with her. Allison tries for a punch, but Murphy ducks under and catches her with a back suplex.]

Nathan: There goes Allison's momentum just like that!

Kate: That may just be the last momentum she gets, too.

[Murphy brings Allison to her feet and over to a corner. Backing her against the turnbuckles, he delivers a hard European uppercut that buckles a knee. Bringing her back upright, Kyle hits her with another European uppercut, this time so hard it knocks her off her feet.]

Nathan: Ooh! Those forearm uppercuts are just brutal! VICIOUS!

[Kyle Murphy now goes over to the opposite corner and stands there, his back against the turnbuckle. He waits for Allison to get back up. Once she is, he runs towards her.]

Nathan: Big splash... NO! Allison moved out of the way!

[Kyle smacks the top two turnbuckles stomach and chest first with all his momentum. This temporarily stuns him, but he stays on his feet and turns around, holding his chest. Allison acts quickly, struggling to lift first his right leg and then his left onto the second rope so that he's hung up in a "spread eagle" type position.]

Kate: What's Allison going to do here?!

Nathan: Oh no! Oh no, not this!

Kate: Not what?

Nathan: You don't understand! This is any man's nightmare!

[Allison goes back to the middle of the ring, then runs forward and kicks the middle turnbuckle in between Murphy's legs!]

Kate: ETERNAL SLUMBER!

Nathan: OOH! That hurt ME and I'm out HERE!

[Murphy's eyes go wide as he manages to get his legs free and drop to the mat, holding his "family jewels" in pain.]

Kate: I suppose he deserved that.

Nathan: Oh no, no, no. NO man deserves THAT. And with Kyle Murphy that's like a giraffe with a sore throat!

Kate: Uhhh... I'm afraid to ask, but how would you know?

Nathan: Uhhh... Rachel told me! Yeah, that's it!

[Allison pulls Kyle to his feet and drags him back to the center of the ring, quickly taking him down with a DDT. She pops up quickly, runs towards the ropes and executes a picture perfect springboard moonsault, landing squarely on Murphy.]

Nathan: Lionsault!

Kate: She might pull this out!

1...

2...

NO!

Nathan: WOW! He kicked out! How tough is THAT?!

Kate: Well, it WAS just a DDT and moonsault.

Nathan: No it wasn't! He got kicked in his nads!

Kate: Nads?

[Allison looks frustrated, but brings Murphy back to his feet. She sets him up in a piledriver type position.]

Kate: No way she can powerbomb him!

Nathan: I think she's going for that "Sweetest Dreams" Kate!

Kate: Whatever, it's stupid! What is she thinking?!

[Indeed Kate grabs him around the waist to go for attempt the Sweetest Dreams, but of course is unable to even come close to budging him. Murphy stands straight up out of it, countering with a sort of back body drop.]

Nathan: BACK BODY DROP!

Kate: But Allison held on!

[Sure enough Allison held onto Murphy and is attempting to bring him down with a sunset flip. Kyle just stands there, not moving an inch. Reaching down, he delivers a straight punch to the forehead. Allison lets go and Kyle walks away laughing.]

Nathan: Ooh! That was silly!

Kate: Silly? How was it silly?

Nathan: Well, it was silly of her to try that on a two hundred seventy-plus pound man like The Superior One, that's all.

Kate: Oh. I suppose it was.

[Allison now gets back to her feet and Murphy charges toward her. She catches him with another drop toe hold, this time sending him face and chest first into the middle turnbuckle. Acting quickly she grabs him and pulls him to his feet, locking him up as though for a reverse DDT.]

Kate: What's this going to be?

[Allison quickly takes down Murphy with an inverted twist of fate.]

Nathan: Oh! That was basically an inverted 3/4 turn neckbreaker!

Kate: It was almost like a version of the Murphy's Law!

Nathan: I think she may have hurt her arm almost as much as she did Kyle's neck! He's huge!

Kate: So we've heard!

Nathan: ...

[Allison gets to her feet and walks over toward Kyle. She goes to bring him to his feet, but he lifts her up in a double leg and drives her to the mat with a monstrous spinebuster!]

Nathan: Spinebuster! Spinebuster by Murphy! That backbreaker earlier and now that big, hard, double leg spinebuster!

Kate: Big... hard...? Never mind, I'm not touching that one.

[Murphy does not hesitate in going back on the offensive. He now pulls Allison to her feet and sets her up in the same dragon sleeper or reverse DDT position as Allison put him a moment ago. He immediately hits here with an identical inverted twist of fate.]

Nathan: Payback!

Kate: That's that same move she just hit him with!

Nathan: Yeah, I know, that's why I just said "payback."

[Murphy now waits patiently for Allison to get back to her feet, coiled and staring at her.]

Nathan: Kyle may be looking for Murphy's Law now!

Kate: That might be a mercy killing!

[Allison staggers up to her feet, her back turned to him. When she turns around Kyle uncoils and raises his arms for Murphy's Law... but doesn't move toward her at all.]

Nathan: What the Hell?!

Kate: A change of heart?!

[Allison just stares at Kyle standing there as he throws his arms down and looks back at her.]

Kate: Even Allison was expecting to get hit with Murphy's Law there! She's confused!

Nathan: And so am I!

Kate: That makes three of us!

[With a quick smirk Kyle Murphy throws his right boot up into the chin of Allison Johnson, knocking her down with a hard, flawless superkick!]

Kate: A superkick! Superkick by Murphy!

Nathan: Oh, I think there was a message sent with that move! Kyle got hit by FOUR of those Sunday night! That was like a purpose pitch in baseball! Some CHIN MUSIC, if you will, served up at the expense of Allison Johnson!

[Murphy now lifts Allison up effortlessly and in a sort of high double leg carries her over to the corner, sitting her down on the top turnbuckle. He slaps her gently on the cheek a couple times, then turns his back and hooks her head with his right arm.]

Kate: OH NO!

Nathan: Not Murphy's Law! Not from the top rope! NO!

[Rushing forward and dropping down, Murphy yanks AJ right off the top rope and floors her face first with MURPHY'S LAW!]

Nathan: MURPHY'S LAW!

Kate: That was just sick! A Murphy's Law from the top rope!

Nathan: Actually, Kyle was standing. He just pulled her off the top rope with Murphy's Law.

Kate: Oh yeah, THAT makes all the difference in the world!

[The Murphy's Law from the top rope leaves Allison laying face down on the canvas, holding her neck. Kyle quickly goes behind her and grabs her legs.]

Nathan: This could be that "Eire of Superiority" we've seen him use!

Kate: Not that too!

[Kyle locks her legs up in a position similar to the Eire of Superiority, but then leans over her body and applies a facelock.]

Nathan: My God! It's a version of an STF he's got locked in there!

Kate: Have mercy!

[Her neck and back surely in agony, Allison taps out immediately to the modified STF. Referee Charles White calls for the bell!]

Kate: Thank God!

Nathan: I'm being told now that Murphy calls that hold the "Capital Punishment."

Kate: It sure has been punishing for poor Allison Johnson! Look at this! Break it all ready! Break the hold! Damn it, ref, break the hold! By God, break it!

[Kyle continues to torture Allison in the Capital Punishment as she slaps the mat desperately. Finally he breaks the hold as he spots something out of the corner of his eye.]

Kate: Hey, wait a second! That's Brass Martin!

[Coming to Allison's aid, Brass Martin slides in the ring and begins to flail away at Murphy's back before he can get standing upright.]

Nathan: Brass Martin fighting valiantly for Allison Johnson here! He's gone right after Kyle Murphy!

Kate: Apparently Martin wants to prove his loyalty to the Dead Pac!

[Murphy quickly overpowers Martin, lifting him up with a double leg and driving him back into a corner. Meanwhile, Allison Johnson has rolled out of the ring and into her husband's arms. In the ring Murphy drives his shoulder once... twice... THREE times into Martin's gut, driving the wind out of him.]

Nathan: Kyle Murphy proving to be too big and too strong for Brass Martin now!

[Kyle stands upright and taunts for Martin to get to his feet as well. Brass does so, but Kyle quickly waistlocks him and pops off a big overhead belly-to-belly suplex.]

Nathan: Murphy explodes with a big suplex on Martin!

[Murphy now waits for Martin to get to his feet. As soon as Brass starts to stagger up, Kyle runs to the ropes behind him. Martin turns around only to get blasted with a HUGE clothesline!]

Nathan: WOW! Kyle used to call that the Blast From The Past, but I got a chance to speak with him earlier today and he says he's now calling it the "Executioner's Axe" in reference to the Executioner gimmick he first used it under!

Kate: But in a word it's IMPRESSIVE! An absolutely decapitating clothesline by Murphy!

[Kyle Murphy now lets out a yell of "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" after knocking out Brass Martin with the strong lariat.]

Nathan: Wow, he's really ticked off!

[All of a sudden Murphy flinches as something hits him across the back. Kyle turns around to find Redd standing there, holding the baseball bat Murphy had used earlier.]

Nathan: Oh my GOD, it's REDD!

Kate: The Dead Pac has gone all out in defense of Shadow and Allison here!

[The referee calls for the bell to stop the match because of the insanity.]

Winner: No one

[Quickly Redd pulls back and cracks Murphy over the head with the bat, knocking Kyle down. Tossing the bat aside, Redd moves Kyle into position and goes over to the corner.]

Kate: What's this?!

Nathan: SUICIDE JUMP!

[Redd hesitates momentarily as he looks out at Shadow and Johnson backing up the ramp. They both nod and smile, so Redd goes for the Suicide Jump.]

Nathan: Here it is!

[But just as Redd was coming off the top, Kyle Murphy popped back up. Redd comes down and Kyle catches him perfectly with MURPHY'S LAW!]

Nathan: Oh my God! Murphy's Law! Murphy's Law on Redd! He went for the Suicide Jump and got caught with Murphy's Law instead! AMAZING!

Kate: How the Hell did he DO that?!

Nathan: I have no idea! But look at all the carnage! Redd, Martin, Shadow, Johnson! Kyle Murphy was on the war path tonight!

Kate: He just wouldn't be stopped!

Nathan: He's a man possessed tonight! I'll be damned if I'm going anywhere near him, that's for sure!

[Kyle Murphy now stands in the ring, staring out at Shadow. He gestures around his waist, then leans on the ramp side ropes as he glares out at Shadow, who glares back angrily. Murphy points at Shadow, then at himself, mouthing as he does so "you need me more than I need you."]

Nathan: I'm pretty sure Kyle Murphy just told Shadow "you need me more than I need you."

Kate: I wouldn't be so sure about that, but Kyle sure seems to think so!

Nathan: What a crazy turn of events this seemingly innocent match turned into! Now we've got Kyle Murphy and Shadow staring each other down! WHAT A NIGHT!

Kate: And as soon as this all gets cleared... Nathan Gust gets his butt handed to him!

Nathan: Not funny, woman...

Lucas Balkan vs. Nathan Gust
(Standard Match)

Kate: Before you even say it, yes... another great match.

Nathan: How did you know?

Kate: Same thing every week. Give it up.

Nathan: But this week... I've got a good match!

Kate: No. You are in the main event.

Nathan: Same thing.

["Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 starts and Nathan is up first again. He takes off his Titans jacket and drops it on Kate's head as he walks towards the ring. Just before he goes to get into the ring, Brickcity "B" jumps the guardrail and tries to take Nathan's head off with the Hardcore Title, but the boy wonder ducks and quickly slides into the ring. Nathan stands in the center shaking his finger at "B", who walks over to the announcer's table. He sits down in Nathan's seat and grabs Nathan's jacket.]

"B": What is this crap?

[He holds it up and blows his nose with it.]

"B": Ah, much better.

Kate: Welcome, Mr. Brickcity, to Inferno.

"B": Yeah, yeah. Whatever, woman.

Kate: Excuse me? I am your boss.

"B": Oh, really? You don't sign my paychecks.

Kate: Don't start with me. It's bad enough I have to sit here every week with Nathan...

"B": I'm sure. I heard he smells bad.

Kate: No, not really...

"B": I knew it! He smells like manure!

Kate: Oh this is going to be a long, long match.

"B": But Gust is in it. Balkan will make short work... of the short man. Get it?

[Kate is silent. "Invisible Wounds" by Fear Factory starts and the arena falls to darkness. Spotlights circle the arena as the eerie music plays. The spotlights all meet on the stage where Lucas Balkan is standing motionlessly, cloaked as always. The dark soul walks down the ramp and he stops at the end of it. He takes off the cloak and drops it on the ground. He then looks at Nathan and slides into the ring. Nathan quickly gets out of the ring.]

Kate: Ha ha ha. The kid is intimidated!

"B": That's what he'll do next week, too.

[Lucas just stands in his corner and watches as Nathan stands outside of the ring, stretching. He does a few jumping jacks and then gets back into the ring. Lucas continues to stare as Nathan taunts him from the other side of the ring and the other side of the referee. Lucas walks to the center of the ring, then Nathan follows suit. Nathan extends his hand and Lucas looks at the hand. He shakes his head and twists Nathan's arm behind his back. The bell sounds and the match is underway. Nathan is in pain, but he connects with two elbow shots to the head of Balkan. He releases Nathan's arm and follows it up with a massive clothesline.]

Kate: Wow. Balkan means business.

"B": Balkan doesn't mean business, silly. Balkan is the historic and geographic name used to describe southeastern Europe.

[Nathan shakes his arm for a moment and the two athletes lock up. Balkan overpowers the kid and tosses him into the ring. Nathan jump for a cross-body block, but Lucas catches him in midair and holds him for a moment before lifting the kid over his head and tossing him over the top rope, which was only a foot away. Nathan hits the mat outside of the ring and he holds onto his ribs.]

Kate: Oh stop using your silly broken rib thing as an excuse.

"B": Um, Kate... have you ever had a broken rib?

Kate: No, I haven't.

"B": Then shut up.

[Lucas climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, noticing that Nathan is still on the ground.]

Kate: I think this is called... a high rate move.

"B": It's high risk, woman. High risk...

[Lucas flies off and goes for the 'The Balkan State', but Nathan pops back to his feet and watches as Lucas lands hard on the mat. Nathan laughs so hard, holding his gut and rolling around on the mat.]

"B": Okay... that was clever... but it wasn't hilarious.

[Nathan gets up, puts on a straight face, and hits a big leg drop on Balkan before posing to the fans. With a smile, he drags Lucas to his feet and slides the former two time United States Champion into the ring. Nathan jumps to the apron and he runs to the turnbuckle, jumps to the top, and springboards off with a moonsault on Balkan, who lifts his knees. The knees connect with Gust's ribs and he holds them in agony.]

Kate: This time he looks serious.

"B": Gust... serious? Never.

Kate: He seems like he's going to seriously take your title next week.

"B": Unlikely, wench.

[Balkan gets to his feet and he pulls Nathan over to the corner with his hair. Balkan climbs to the second rope and drops his right knee on Nathan's head. He gets the boy up again and hits a karate kick before delivering 'The Death Drop'.]

Kate: It's over, viewers.

[He covers Gust.]

1...

2...

NO!

"B": Impossible! He kicked out!

[Balkan lifts the boy up and sets him up for a suplex. He suspends Nathan in the air for a good fifteen seconds before slamming him down to the mat with a jackhammer. Nathan rolls out of the ring to catch his breath. Balkan baseball slides out of the ring and Nathan slides back in. Lucas jumps onto the apron and goes under the top rope. Nathan jumps over the top rope and jumps down from the apron.]

Kate: These boys are playing cat and mouse. Ha ha.

"B": Come on, children. This is wrestling, not play time. I'm going to have to scold that young 'ne...

[Brickcity "B" stands up, takes off the headset, and grabs a chair. He folds it up and runs at Nathan with it, but Balkan suicide dives between the ropes and takes out B, slamming the multi-title holder into the barricade.]

Kate: Finally! Somebody shut "B" up!

[Balkan uses the barricade to stand up, holding his head. He shakes it off and before he can turn around, he gets a superkick to the back of the head from Nathan Gust.]

Kate: I believe that was the 'Head Break Kick', I think he calls it.

[Nathan goes for the cover, but the referee doesn't count.]

Kate: This isn't your usual no disqualification, Gust. This is a real wrestling match.

[Gust gets up and he picks up the chair, then looks at Balkan.]

Kate: You'll get yourself disqualified and LOSE again.

[The referee orders him to drop the chair. He then notices "B" getting to his feet. Nathan smiles and slams the chair over the head of the champion, covers him, and makes his own three count.]

Kate: That might happen next week, but I doubt it.

[Nathan stands up, grabs the Hardcore Title, and holds it high in the air. The referee exits the ring finally, takes back the title, and orders him to get back into the ring. Nathan looks at the title one last time before dropping it on Brickcity "B". Nathan goes to get Lucas, but he is gone.]

Kate: Lucas Balkan disappeared again. But... where did he go?

[Nathan slides into the ring and tells the referee to start a ten count.]

ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

[The lights go completely out. Cameras start flashing away.]

FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT....

[The lights come back on and Nathan Gust is still standing in the ring, confused. Lucas Balkan is right behind him. Balkan kicks Gust in the gut and goes to deliver another 'Death Drop', but Nathan drops to the ground and delivers a low blow to Balkan. The referee scolds Nathan for using the low blow, to which he ignores the man and sets Balkan up for a powerbomb. He lifts his larger adversary in a crucifix position and slams him down into a facebuster.]

Kate: 'White Power!' by Nathan Gust! He goes for the cover!

1...

2...

3!

[The bell sounds and "Adrenachrome" starts playing again.]

Winner: Nathan Gust

Kate: I may not agree with the name of the move... but it is effective. It led Nathan to his thirtieth SFT victory, after all...

[As he celebrates, Brickcity "B" slides into the ring and he hits Nathan in the back of the head with the Hardcore Title. Then he drops the Hardcore Title and slams the Television Title on the back of Nathan's head. Then he drops the Tag Team Title on the back of the kid's head and drops an elbow onto that.]

Kate: He is really pounding it into Nathan's head that he has three titles and Nathan has zero. What an arrogant prick.

[Brickcity "B" leaves the TV and Tag Titles on the mat and he grabs the Hardcore Title. He kneels next to Nathan and rolls the boy onto his back. He holds the title closer to the boys face, taunting him.]

"B": Is this what you're after, little boy? Oh... I'm so sorry. You can't have it. This is a grown-up title, fool. You're not old enough to experience the kind of superstardom I am living right now.

[The champion stands up and he grabs his other titles, holding the Hardcore Title to his side. Suddenly, Nathan's hand reaches up, yanks the title away from "B", and he crawls out of the ring everso quickly. Holding the back of his head with his right hand, he holds the Hardcore Title with his left.]

Kate: So now Balkan and Gust are escape artists. I didn't know...

["Adrenachrome" is still playing as Nathan fastens the Hardcore Title around his waist and he disappears in the crowd. "B" stomps his foot and takes his anger out on the ropes.]

Kate: Oh, great. Looks like Gust went and pissed another newcomer off. Oh well. That's life, I suppose. Ladies and gentlemen, that is all we have for you this week. Tune in next week for hopefully an even better show than tonight!

[Brickcity "B" leaves the ring with his two other titles in hand. Lucas Balkan is to his feet and he stares at "B" as he walks up the ramp. Balkan simply points at "B", who turns around and laughs. The scene fades to darkness.]