[The show opens to the parking lot behind the arena. A long, black limo pulls up to the door and a nicely dressed man gets out with a briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. He holds the door as Aidan Morag and Connor MacDaddy step out with smiles on their faces. Connor pulls an envelope out of his inside jacket pocket and he opens it up. He flips through the packed envolope of large bills and he hands it to the suited man. They shake hands and the three men head inside the building. The camera goes back to John and Randy...]

JC: What was that all about?

RW: I have no idea. I'm actually surprised they showed their faces here tonight.

JC: Yeah. After Civil War, I thought they would have been too embarrassed.

RW: Oh, hold up... we are getting word from the back... lets just go to the back...

[The scene goes to the locker room area where Nathan Gust is looking into the mirror at his scarred neck. He speaks very quietly...]

Nathan Gust: Connor MacDaddy... you thought I would turn on Shadow last Sunday and join your army. You thought wrong. Did you honestly think that I would do that... mere days after you trying to kill me? Fuck you, Connor.

[He looks at the camera.]

Nathan Gust: As for you, Mr. Paige... you might as well unstrap that belt right now and hand it over.

[The scene fades out...]

Segment One

...And fades back in to another part of the backstage area. We see a low-level SFT employee walking through the halls. Finally he stops at a door. The crowd in the arena murmurs as they read the nameplate: Shawn Walsh. The employee takes a deep breath and then knocks lightly on the door. After about ten seconds of silence, the door is finally flung open. Standing there is the former United States Champion and the man who could be the next World Champion, Shawn Walsh. Walsh glares at the SFT employee.

Shawn Walsh: What do you want, you little shit?

SFT Backstage Worker: Mr. Walsh, I have been asked to contact you by Shadow. He asked me to deliver you a message.

Walsh raises his eyebrow and chuckles arrogantly.

Shawn Walsh: Oh? And what is that?

SFT Backstage Worker: He says simply... On behalf of SFT... Welcome to the staff.

Walsh gains an evil smirk.

Shawn Walsh: Thanks. Tell him he won't be disappointed... Heh, heh..

SFT Backstage Worker: Right...

The SFT employee turns and begins slowly walking away. We zoom in on Walsh's face as he takes a step back into his locker room.

Shawn Walsh: Excellent...

Walsh closes the door.

JC: Oh no! How in the hell did he earn the trust to get this job!?

RW: Oh man... I can't wait to see what he wants done.

The scene fades to ringside.

All 3 are in the ring as the bell rings. Reno starts it off with a lariat on Tyler then a clothesline on Amphetamine. He does a fisherman suplex on her and nails Tyler with a steel stop sign laying out both of them.

RW: Well Reno is doing short work of his opponents.

JC: Yeah Reno has been on fire since before the ppv. And Amphetamine and Tyler are ice cold.

Reno with an Impaler on Tyler then a back breaker on Amphetamine. He nails her with a neck breaker on top of a table that’s laying in the ring. He covers 1..2..kickout by Amphetamine but Tyler gets the save before Reno can cover again.

Reno with his Swing man on Tyler, he doesn’t cover though, he lays a wooden table on top of Tylers face and climbs the turnbuckles.

RW: Oh man he isn’t going to do what I think he is?

He flies off and nails his Fallen Icon as the crowd cheer he takes off the table and covers 1….2…….3!

JC: That’s all she wrote, Reno wins and what a win! >

Winner: Reno Destiny

Segment Two

We cut back stage where The Klique stands in the hallway, bullshitting and what not, both have their own title slung across their shoulder. Reno stops and looks down the hall way as he slaps Paige on the shoulder. Shawn Walsh comes walking towards them.

Justin-"Hey Shawn...'

Walsh-"What the hell do you want??"

Justin-"Actually Shawn, I wanted to wish you good luck tonite."

Walsh-"And why the fuck would you want to do that??"

Reno and Justin laugh as Paige pokes Walsh in the chest.

Justin-"It's simple really, i've beaten you two times now, I'm pretty sure that if you win tonite, this U.S. title won't be the last title I take from you..."

As Shawn and Justin stare each-other down Reno ducks behind Walsh. The stare down ends as Paige pokes Walsh in the chest, this time hard enough to knock him back a step and when he does, Walsh trips over Reno and falls on his ass. As the two walk the other way Justin looks at Shawn, who's getting off the ground.

Justin-"Take it easy, chump..."

Segment Three

["Number One Spot" by Ludacris starts to play as Aidan Morag and Connor MacDaddy walk out onto the stage with the suited gentleman. The fans boo horrendously as the three men walk down to the ring. They walk up the steps and inside the squared circle, where Connor picks up a microphone.]

Connor MacDaddy: It is so good to be here tonight.

JC: After losing at Civil War? That's hardly good...

Connor MacDaddy: So we got a little sidetracked a few days ago by losing that trainwreck of a match. Actually, I don't think we lost. I mean... we gained the services of the SFT World Heavyweight Champion Aidan Morag!

[The fans turn on the champion. A few people at ringside start throwing their trash in the ring. Connor hands the mic to Aidan...]

Aidan Morag: You see this, Connor? This is why I did what I did. These people don't recognize true genius. They throw trash at our shoes when they should be shining them. This insulance will not be tolerated. This man to my left... is Gerald Chavez, Shadow's personal attorney. What he has in his briefcase... is the contract for 50% ownership of Strike Fantasy Towers.

RW: What?! That was supposed to go to the Loyalists!

Connor MacDaddy: I pulled a few favors and... in the end, money talks. So, Mr. Chavez... please open the briefcase.

[He opens it up and Connor pulls out the contract. He and Aidan look it over... as "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 hits, Nathan Gust walks out onto the stage. The fans go wild as the youngest Hall of Famer makes his way down to the ring. He slides in and the two men quickly sign the contract. The music fades...]

Aidan Morag: You're too late, Gust. It's all over now.

Connor MacDaddy: Aidan Morag and I now control 50% of this wretched company!

[Nathan swings at Connor, but Aidan steps in the way and decks the young superstar with a mean right hand. Aidan shakes his fist in pain and Connor laughs. The two men shake hands and the attorney counts his money.]

JC: This is a dark, dark day in Strike Fantasy Towers...

RW: How will Shadow react to this turn of events?

JC: Only time will tell...

[The scene fades away as the three men leave the ring...]

Nathan Gust slowly climbs to a knee, shaking his head. Before he can even recover, the War Drums of "Count Bodies Like Sheep" by A Perfect Circle begin to pound as the lights flash on and off with them.

JC: Uh oh...

RW: Yikes!

Justin Paige walks out onto the ramp wearing the United States Championship around his waist. He looks around the Arena, taking the steps towards the ring as "Don't fright precious I'm here.." is heard over the PA.

Ring Announcer: Now making his way to the ring... The SFT United States Champion.... JUSTIN PAIGE!!!

As he climbs into the ring, the corners explode with fire and Justin poses in the middle of the ring. He takes off the United States title and hands it to the ref. The ref raises it to the crowd and then walks to the ropes to hand it to the timekeeper. Paige chuckles at Gust as the ref calls for the bell.

JC: What kind of condition is Nathan going to be in for this match?

RW: Give him some credit, the kid's a fighter.

Paige walks up to Gust, chuckling to himself. Paige grabs Gust by the head and lifts him to his feet. The United States Champion whips Gust into the ropes and then launches him into the air with a huge back body toss upon return.

JC: Did you see the air time on that?!

RW: I'm suddenly not seeing Gust's chances as being too good.

Paige goes for an early cover.

1...
2...
Kickout!

Gust quickly climbs out from under Paige and to his feet. The challenger takes a step back from the champion. Gust takes a step forward and then jumps down, dropkicking Paige in the knee. Paige falls to one knee on the mat. Gust jumps to his feet and then lands another dropkick to the face of the half-fallen Paige. Paige falls to the mat as Gust jumps over the top rope, landing on the apron. Gust taunts the champion as Paige climbs to his feet. The second Paige gets up, Gust leaps up, jumps on the top rope, and goes for a springboard hurricanrana. Paige catches Gust, holding him on his shoulders. The champ then quickly falls to the mat in a sit-out powerbomb pin!

JC: Oh man, it might be over already!

1...
2...
Kickout!

Paige pushes Gust's legs away and pounds the mat in frustration. The US Champion stands, bringing Gust up with him. Paige lifts Gust up to his shoulders and then slams him down on his head in a reverse death valley driver!

JC: Sweet Jesus! That's gonna hurt tomorrow!

Paige begins laying in hard rights and lefts to the face of Gust. Paige stands and lays a few boots into the chest of his fallen opponent. Paige lifts Gust to his feet and then whips him to the ropes. Gust returns and is kicked in the chest and lifted up into powerbomb position by Paige. Gust kicks his legs, trying to swing the momentum. He does and is just able to counter with a monster DDT!

JC: Wow... The match could all be changed by that one move!

Gust wastes no time and makes the cover.

1...
2...
Kickout!

Gust jumps to his feet and drops a quick legdrop across the throat of Paige. Gust picks Paige up, turns him around, and drops him back to the mat with a reverse Inverted DDT. Gust covers again.

1...
2...
Kickout!

Gust jumps up and runs to the corner. He leaps to the top rope, poses a moment, and then flies off nailing a picture perfect Frog Splash. Gust picks Paige up and kicks him in the chest. He backpeddles, bounces off the ropes, and comes back in a tornado ddt attempt but Paige has his feet firmly planted and simply shoves Gust away from him, mid-air. Gust flies down to the mat, landing hard on his chest.

JC: Well, not the most beautiful reversal... But certainly effective.

RW: No kidding.

Paige wastes no time and kicks Gust in the head.

JC: Was that necessary?!

Paige picks Gust up and once again whips him to the ropes. Gust bounces back and counters, going for a flying forearm, but Paige sidesteps the advances and Gust takes out the ref!

RW: Ahhh!

JC: The referee is down!

Gust stands and looks down at the ref in disbelief. Before Gust can even turn around, Paige grabs him and slams him down in a beautiful German Suplex! Paige chuckles and then climbs out of the ring. He snatches the United States title from the table and then rolls back into the ring. Paige stands there, almost mocking Gust, waiting for him to get to his feet.

JC: Oh no... This can't mean anything good for the challenger.

RW: Gust is about to come as close to that title as he ever will be.

Gust slowly but surely climbs to his feet. He turns around as Paige starts running at him. Paige swings the United States title but Gust ducks and gets behind him. Paige turns to face Gust and is kicked in the stomach - causing him to drop the title. Gust quickly lifts him up and slams him down hard with Southern Discomfort [Evenflow Pilderiver] right on top of the United States Title! Gust shoves the belt out of the ring under the bottom rope. The ref slowly starts coming to as Gust hooks Paige's leg for the pin.

1.....

2.....

3!!!

The crowd cheers as "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 blares over the PA system.

Ring Announcer: The winner of this match... And NEW United States Champion.... NATHAN GUST!!!

The ref raises Gust's arm in victory. Gust quickly rolls out of the ring and picks his title up off of the ground. He raises it high as the crowd pops.

JC: Hard fought match here.

RW: I hope this isn't the last time we get to see these two go at it!

Winner: Nathan Gust

"The lights around the arena dim down to nothing as the fans start pulling out lighters. The drum beat starts to Angry Chair by Alice in Chains as the fans start a mild cheering. Green searchlights start circling around the arena until two of them focus in on Daniel Kalis standing on the entrance ramp. He poses as his pyro goes off and then walks down to the ring. He rolls in the ring and immediately heads towards the opposite side, waiting a moment before being handed a microphone. The rest of the lights come on in the arena as Rayn continues to pace around the ring.

Daniel Kalis: Cut the music...

He stops walking around and looks out towards the crowd. Way in the back of the building, chants of “Rayn” can be heard as Daniel starts to nod his head in approval...

Daniel Kalis: Now, I've only been here for three weeks today, wrestling for yet another new company, and already I have an issue...

The same fans in the back start to boo as the rest of the fans follow suit. Rayn looks around for a moment before continuing...

Daniel Kalis: Yeah, alredy I have a grievance. A problem if you will with someone that's backstage. See, two weeks ago, I made my debut and lost a triple threat match against Jared Mayer...

The fans start to cheer at the mention of his name...

Daniel Kalis: Yeah, cheer for the guy. That's the same guy that knocked me out during the mistake that was the Civil War match last Sunday. The same guy that beat me the week before. Here's my problem, seeing as I only picked a side in the cluster F**K so that I could make a pay per view appearance. He knocked me down, and ended my night, so here's the deal. Shadow, your team won, you rule your company. Next week at Inferno, I want Mayer in the ring, one on one, NO DISQUALIFICATIONS. Mayer, I hope you pay attention, because tonight I'm going to make an example out of Legend...

Rayn drops the mic as the fans start booing him. Rayn goes and sits in a corner of the ring, waiting for Legend to make his entrance."

We cut to ringside to see Rayn and Legend already in the ring, awaiting the bell to start the match. The ref calls for it as Rayn smirks at his opponent.

JC: The former Hardcore Champion set to take on one of the best rookies SFT has seen in some time.

RW: This should be a good one.

Legend takes a few steps back from Rayn. He looks the rookie up and down for a moment and then runs forward with a burst of speed. Before Legend can make a move, however, Rayn sidesteps the advances. Legend bounces off of the ropes and comes back at Rayn, only to be nailed in the face with a HUGE right uppercut! Legend goes down hard, not moving.

JC: My God! Legend may have just been KO'ed here!

RW: Wow. What a Hardcore Champion he was.

Rayn looks down at the fallen, unconscious Johnny Legend. He shrugs, gets on his knees, and places his left hand over the chest of Legend for the pin.

1...
2...
3!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as the ref raises Rayn's arm in victory.

JC: Well Rayn sure made short work of Legend.

RW: Oh man... This kid has huge things in his future here in SFT.

Winner: Rayn

[The scene goes to the backstage area. Nathan Gust has a bag of ice on his head as Shawn Walsh walks over with Chris Chambers and Tito Cruz.]

Nathan Gust: What the hell do you want?

Shawn Walsh: Easy bud. I just wanted to say thank you.

Nathan Gust: For what?

Shawn Walsh: For the whole Civil War thing. It was very big of you to do that for Shadow... and for all of us.

Nathan Gust: Think nothing of it...

[Just then... Cowboy Jack and Venom walk over.]

Venom: No, really. Thanks.

Cowboy Jack: With the loss of Aidan... we thought for sure you would go, too. Thanks for sticking with us.

Shawn Walsh: I know we aren't the best of friends, kid... but...

[He extends his hand and Nathan stares at it. With half a smile, he shakes.]

Venom: So what are you going to do about Connor and Aidan taking the other half of SFT?

Nathan Gust: Why are you asking me? It's not up to me...

[He looks at Shawn. The two men smile...]

Shawn Walsh: Lets go, guys. The kid needs rest.

[Walsh and company walk away. Then the rest of Elite Domination. Nathan is now alone and he watches them all walk away. He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and dials a number. Moments later...]

Nathan Gust: I've got an offer you can't refuse.

[The scene fades back to the ringside area.]

RW: Why are they treating him like a hero? All he did was not turn his back on his team.

JC: That is a huge thing right now because of what our World Champion did...

RW: Yeah, whatever. That was so five days ago. It's time to move on. Next up, our brilliant new leader Connor MacDaddy takes on the almost kind of legendary Dave Van Dam!

JC: You are such a kiss ass...

As Dave Van Dam makes his way to the ring, the fans are almost delirious. They cheer like he’s a modern day martyr or something to that extent. His theme music plays and he makes a modest entrance, impressed, or at least content with his reception. He slides into the ring and waits for Connor to make his arrival.

Before he does, his music is cut off. The Infernotron lights up and shows Allisa O’Toole looking very moderately dressed for once, in jeans, high heel boots reaching to the knees and her hair is loose over a black jumper with a huge collar. She’s in what used to be her office and clearing out the few remaining items she has left there. There’s a knock at her door and Amy Jo Smyth walks in.

Amy Jo: It didn’t take you long to decide you wanted to leave.

She smiles and walks closer towards her. Allisa turns and leans against the desk, but there’s definitely some chemistry there, even if it looks forbidden.

Allisa: I wouldn’t exactly say this is ‘leaving’. It’s more along the lines of being pushed out, but hey, I’m not really going anywhere, just won’t get to call myself the President anymore.

Amy Jo: If you ever need anyone to talk to, I guess I’m there for you.

Allisa: Thanks, but you should get ready for your match against Jared. Still, I’ve got your number.

RW: What the hell is going on?! Allisa isn’t the President anymore?!

JC: Does that mean we’re out of the job again.

RW + JC: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Amy Jo turns and smiles slightly, then heads back to the door. It would have been quaint, if Lucretia Black and Jared Mayer hadn’t walked in. Still, Allisa hadn’t taken down a sign that still hung in her office. ‘My friends are your friends.’ No words are exchanged, but they glare at one another for a few seconds. Amy Jo leaves and Lucretia enters.

Lucretia: You called?

Allisa: I want you to go to Inferno and get fucking revenge. For all of us.

Lucretia: But it’s miles away! And it’s… It’s going to be almost over already. There’s no chance we’ll make it in time. How do you expect us to cross God knows how many states in oh, say… half an hour?

Allisa: The joys of live TV.

RW: What do you think that meant.

Lucretia is left with a grin on her face as Allisa goes back to clearing out what used to be her office. The Infernotron turns off and DVD is left face to face with Connor MacDaddy, who sure looks confused. He had spent the time walking backwards down the ramp, watching his fellow Separatist behave as cryptic as usual. Then the bell rings!

JC: DVD promised that this time would be different and you know, I think this time he means business. No more slacking from the legend that is!

Connor is quick to start off, but DVD manages to dodge the big mans clothesline attempt. MacDaddy ends up hitting the turnbuckle chest first and winded he spins around to be met by a huge right hand from DVD. Dave follows it up with a snap suplex and rolls back to exactly the same! Connor holds his back as Dave runs into the ropes as he gets to his feet and nails him with a running DDT! Connor kicks out after a two count and forces his way back up to his feet.

Connor goes for an exchange of left and right hands and ends it with a piledriver! DVD looks hurt but it’s as if the fans chanting helps him back up. He takes a huge lariat from Connor, who reels back, still winded maybe and then Connor goes for the big boot, but DVD somehow reverses it into a fallout bomb! He doesn’t go for the cover, instead he picks Connor up to his feet and lifts him up! He holds him up, the longer he does the louder the fans cheer and then he drops Connor down with a huge brainbuster!

RW: That must have hurt especially! All the blood would have been in his head!

DVD gives Connor the little time it takes for him to get to his feet once again and to the fans delight, when MacDaddy charges to cause some offence, DVD drops him with a drop toe hold. Simple enough. He drags Connor into the middle of the ring and locks in an anklelock! He flips round and kicks out though, sending DVD sprawling into the turnbuckle. Connor limps up and lifts DVD up to the top rope where, it looks like he’s trying to hook him up and hit DVD with a DVD from the second rope!

But no! Somehow Connor gets up onto the top rope. DVD struggles too much though and Connor loses his balance. Mr. MacDaddy might now be Miss MacDaddy and while the fall hurts DVD too, he gets up first and hits a Frankensteiner on Connor, throwing him into the ring! Connor bounces up to his feet again with the momemtum though and brakes like a bull. He turns around and dodges a grapple attempt from DVD, goes behind and hooks Dave up, but he fights out and hits an arm drag. He holds a simple arm lock for a moment before helping him back up to his feet.

JC: I think DVD has managed to keep the upper hand throughout most of this match!

Connor goes for the Big Mac but Dave Van Dam won’t shift. He flips Connor over and jumps up to hit a high elbow drop! He goes for another cover but again Connor kicks out after two! Both men get up this time and when DVD goes for running cross body, Connor catches him, knees him in the rib before hoisting him up over his shoulders! This time he drops a Death Valley Driver.

RW: Do you think Connor was itching to hit that move!?

He wastes no time in going back up to the top, but he wastes too much time and misses his own elbow drop. It looks like it might be back as he starts clenching in pain on the mat. It gives DVD time to recover and hits a standing senton, following it up by picking Connor up, hitting a basic snapmare and dropkicking the back of his head! Dave gets right up and follows this up even more with a huge roundhouse to the side of the head! Still, he doesn’t cover! The fans cheer him on as he lifts MacDaddy up another time and goes to hit a huge DDT!

JC: DVD is really trying to waste Connor. Maybe he’s making a point of finishing what he helped start at the Civil War?

Connor won’t budge, even with a few knees to the chin and gut, then Connor lifts DVD straight into the air and hits a huge spinebuster! DVD looks hurt now but Connor doesn’t see the problem in stopping to taunt the fans.

RW: Is this schmuck really the new owner? Again?

JC: Hey! Now! No! Don’t go there, you bitch. I always liked Connor MacDaddy, more so than ever now.

The fans were booing him, but then they erupt into cheers! In the blink of an eye, Jared Mayer storms across the ring and hits the Reichsprogramnacht on Connor! Sending him flying, boots over shoulders! Lucretia slides into the ring after him bearing a microphone.

Lucretia: That was a congratulatory present from Allisa for Sunday… and for screwing her over. She said you’d know what that meant. You have what I want too, Connor, you and Aidan are in for a new world of pain. And as for that little bitch Rayn, I want to be the first to say that it will be a fucking crumpet to kick your ass agai. See you Friday, princess. Now Dave, I’m sorry we keep on interrupting. Do your thing!

The fans cheer again as Lucretia and Jared leave the ring and Dave Van Dam jumps off the top rope to hit a huge frog splash. The referee doesn’t even contemplate disqualifying him, in fact, he rips off his refs shirt to reveal a DVD fan shirt!

RW: Connor just got screwed big time!

JC: I don’t think that referee will be employed for much longer though.

The ref counts ONE! TWO! THREE!

JC: DVD is back, he means business and the fans can’t get enough of it!

Winner: Dave Van Dam

We quickly cut backstage to see the World Champion, Aidan Morag exiting his locker room. Before he can even take a step down the hallway, a referee runs up to him and begins pawing at the World Title.

Aidan Morag: Who in the hell do you think you are?!

SFT Referee: Sorry, Mr. Morag, but we need the World Title.

Aidan blinks at the referee.

Aidan Morag: ...For what purpose?

SFT Referee: We have to hang it above the ring for your ladder match. It's coming up.

Aidan shakes his head.

Aidan Morag: Ladder match? No, no, no. You must be mistaken. Now get out of my way.

Aidan begins walking down the hallway away fro the ref. The ref runs and catches up.

SFT Referee: Mr. Morag... I need the title. Commissioner Walsh changed the match.

Aidan Morag: Commissioner... Walsh...?

Aidan glares at the ref. He pulls the World Title off of his shoulder and shoves it into the referee's chest.

Aidan Morag: Just take it. Not even this can help him beat me...

SFT Referee: Thanks... And sorry about the mixup.

Aidan Morag: Piss off.

SFT Referee: Right then.

The ref grabs the title and runs off down the hall.

JC: Oh no... It's starting...

RW: Yes! Ladder match! Next!

Commercial.

JC: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is what we have been waiting for, for weeks. Shawn Walsh challenges Aidan Morag for his World Heavyweight Championship.

RW: Yes, what a spectacle we expect here tonight.

Out of the back walks Tito Cruz, holding a microphone. He struts down to the ring, mocking the fans, receiving loud boos. He reaches the ring and climbs up the steps. He stops on the apron for a moment, laughing at the crowd. He climbs in through the middle ropes and makes a "shoo" motion to the ring announcer. Cruz chuckles to himself when suddenly the lights in the arena dim and then fade completely out. We can hear the immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system:

"I am the epitome of excellence."
"In Shawn We Trust."

Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd boos even louder as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Silver pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. The gold strobes resume flashing about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a shiny, gold shirt - unbuttoned - and a pair of black sunglasses. He wears his usual ring attire of a pair of baggy, shiny, flashy, gold pants and black lace up wrestling boots.

Tito Cruz: Ladies and gentlemen prepare to be amazed... Now hailing from Los Angeles, California... The Next SFT World Heavyweight Champion... He is the best damn wrestler in this world and the next... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH!!!!

Walsh raises his arms, posing on stage. He smirks and begins to walk down to the ring as Chris Chambers emerges from the back, following him. Walsh reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. Walsh chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses arrogantly once more, raising his arms. He chuckles and strips himself of his shirt. He throws it - and his glasses - out of the ring and down to his bodyguard, Chris Chambers. He stretches his legs a bit as Tito pats him on the shoulder

RW: Looks like Walsh is ready for this match.

JC: Hope so, he has no choice.

The lights fade out slowly as "Number One Spot" By Ludacris begins to play over the sound system. Aidan walks out and stands at the top of the ramp. Around his waist is the SFT World Heavyweight Championship, over his left shoulder is the SFT World Tag Team Championship. Aidan waits for the a few seconds as the crowd quiets down some then continues on his way to the ring.

RW: Like I said before this is one for the ages.

JC: And have you heard the news for Titans? Aidan is challenging his Tag Team Partner for the Titles?

RW: Yes I have should be a good one.

The bell sounds and this one is underway. Walsh charges right for Aidan as the bell sounds and nails him with a rushing forearm knocking Aidan into the corner. Walsh quickly grabs hold off Aidan’s head and begins railing it off the turnbuckle. The ref steps in a tries to break it up.

JC: These two men have a score to settle here.

RW: Well, after what Aidan did to everyone last Sunday, they are aren’t the only two.

Finally Walsh brakes and begins to back up a few steps, as the ref clears out of the way, Walsh charges in again and nails Aidan with a spinning back kick to the face. Walsh isn’t about to stop. He grabs Aidan by the hair and drags him out to the center of the ring. Walsh hooks Aidan and hoists him in to the air, holding him straight up.

JC: Look at the power from Walsh.

RW: The man is possessed.

Walsh drives Aidan into the mat with a jackhammer. Walsh rolls on top and covers…

1…

2…

NO!!

Aidan is able to kick out at the last second!!

JC: How the hell??

RW: That’s why he is the champion.

Walsh grabs Aidan by the hair and begins to drive his head into the mat several times. Finally Walsh comes to his feet and leaps to the top rope.

JC: I don’t think I have ever seen Shawn Walsh so angry in my life.

Walsh leaps off hitting the Sky Writer!! Walsh again covers…

1…

2…

NO!!

Aidan is able to kick out again.

RW: Now he is shocking the shit out of me.

Walsh is furious as he leaps to his feet and begins to shake the ropes like a psycho. As he turns back around, Aidan grabs him and rolls him into a small package…

1…

2…

NO!!

Walsh kicked out!!

JC: Holy shit, Aidan almost stole one there.

Walsh and Aidan are back their feet as a ticked off Walsh swings blindly at Aidan. Aidan moves out of the way and quickly clotheslines Walsh, Walsh back to his feet to be knocked down again by Aidan. Aidan springs off the ropes and nails Walsh with one more clothesline. Aidan grabs Walsh by the hair and brings him to his feet. Aidan begins driving his knees into Shawn’s ribs, quickly he follows with a DDT on Walsh! Aidan head s to the top rope and leaps off with a senton bomb, but Walsh rolled out of the ring!!!! Aidan is laid out in the ring. Walsh climbs to the top rope from the outside, he is getting there slowly as he holds his ribs. Walsh comes of the top and hits fearless!!!

RW: These men like to fly! Both have hit Senton Bombs, and now Walsh with an Asai Moonsault!

JC: Look at them though, that took a lot out of Shawn, he is down to.

Both Shawn and Aidan begin to get to their feet, Shawn gets there a few steps before Aidan, As Aidan stands to his feet Walsh hits his High Voltage!!!!

RW: It’s over….

1…

2…

NO!!!

Aidan got his foot on the ropes!!! Walsh is fuming!! Walsh is outside the ring, throwing stuff around!

JC: He had better get back in the ring!!

Walsh turns at a four count and slides back in the ring. Aidan is just about to his feet when Walsh makes an attempt at The Proffesional Grade, But Aidan blocks it!! Aidan hits the Sickening!! Aidan covers…

1…

2…

NOO!! Walsh kicked out!!

JC: How the hell!! What is with these two men!!!

Aidan quickly to his feet he brings Walsh with him, Aidan whips Walsh off the ropes, as Walsh comes back Aidan hits a High Voltage of his own!!! Aidan covers again…

1…

2…

3!!!!

RW: It’s finally over!! Aidan did it!! He beat Walsh and retained his title!!

JC: Yeah but that was way to close for comfort!!

Winner: Aidan Morag

[Just as the show is about to go off the air, "Welcome to the Jungle" starts to play and Christian Cage walks out onto the stage. Walsh and Morag -- on opposite sides of the ring -- watch as he lifts a microphone.]

Christian Cage: I just got off the phone with Shadow and he will be in Louisville LIVE Tuesday night to make a very big announcement.

JC: I wonder what it is.

Christian Cage: He promises that it will rock the very foundation of this company and change the lives of the entire roster and staff alike. Thank you and good night!

[The show fades away...]

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--Credits--
Match One:  Shadow
Match Two:  Walsh
Match Three:  Walsh
Match Four:  Allisa
Match Five: Paige
Segment One:  Walsh
Segment Two:  Page
Segment Three:  Gust
Segment Four:  Rayn
Segment Five:  Gust
Segment Six:  Walsh
Opening:  Gust
Ending:  Gust