- Match Two - Hardcore Hect versus Incubus [Standard Match]

Once again we’re in the ring as both men have already made their intros. The Dead Pac are outside the ring as the ref goes out of the ring to make them go backstage as Hect grabs some nunchucks from his pants and hits Incubus in the head as Incubus is knocked out cold. Hect covers as the ref runs back and counts 1,2,3. JC: Wow that was quick. But before Hect can leave, Redd, Cypher, and Brass all get in the ring and decimate Hardcore Hect, 3 on 1, Hect doesn’t stand a chance as he’s beaten to a pulp. RW: Isnt anyone going to come to Hect’s aid? JC: Hect used nunchucks to win the match, I doubt anyone will come down for the save. Eventually the Dead Pac get tired of beating up on Hect as they leave the ring with not a stinge of emotion on any of them. Incubus just looks back at Hect as he walks away with that emotionless mask of his.

"Short People" by Randy Newman plays on the PA as a midget on stilts comes out from the back. RW: AHAHAHAAA! What the hell? JC: I have no idea.... The midget slides into the ring, and manages to get back u pon the stilts. He grabs a mic. Moses the Midget: Hello... I'm Moses... and i am here to talk about little people sensiivity! RW: Uhh... what? Moses the Midget: People in the wrestling world have an insensitivity towards people like me... first off... we are not "Midgets"... we are "Little People". We do not guard pots of gold at the end of rainbows... we don't eat children... we aren't smurfs... we can't fly... we are people... just like you! on the stike-tron... an odd symbol appears... Moses the Midget: The midge-symbol! I uhhhh... Gotta go! Scotty... beam me up! Moses simply dissapears... JC: ....... up next is Dryden vs. Jack Jones!

- Match Three - "Cowboy" Jack Jones versus Seth Dryden [Hardcore Championship Match]

Chimpo the Chimp: The following match is scheduled for one fall... and is for the SFT Hardcore Championship... introducing first... Out of nowhere, "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria blares to life, sending the fans into a roar of approval. Seth Dryden appears on the ramp, grinning from ear to ear. He trots down to the ring as green pyro shoots off on either side of the ramp. He slides in the ring, and poses on the turnbuckle for the crowd, playing it up. Chimpo the Chimp: From New York, New York... Seth Dryden!..... and his opponent... " I Got Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks plays on the PA as "Cowboy" Jack Jones comes out from the back with his Hardcore Championship. He slaps some fan's hands on the way to the ring... he then slides into the ring and gets face to face with Seth Dryden. Chimpo the Chimp: From Oklahoma City, Oklahoma... the SFT Hardcore Champion... "Cowbow" Jack Jones! The two men lock up, testing each other out and Dryden throws Jack back but he stays on his feet. They go to lock up again but Jack roll under Dryden’ grasp and kicks him in the back of the knee bringing him down to one knee. He then thrusts the back of his hand to Dryden’ face. He falls to his side and Jack continues the offensive by stomping him. He picks him up by his head and swings him into the ropes, following close by. As Dryden hits the throws and turns around Jack drives his knee right into his gut flipping Dryden over. Dryden is in a sitting position and Jack falls to his knees and locks in a headlock. He struggles to hold it tightly as Dryden fights to get to his knee. He slowly manages to standup and delivers a crushing back suplex to Jones. JC: Oh my! He landed right on his head. RW: Well that should slow down Jones offense a bit. Both men are down and as the ref’s count gets to 4 Dryden makes it to his knee and Jack begins to get up. Dryden back up a bit as Jack is getting to his feet with a little aide from the ropes. Jack gets to his feet as Dryden runs at him and big boots him in the face out to the apron. Jack attempts to headbutt Dryden in the gut but as he does Dryden knees him in the side of the head. He grabs his head and picks him up. He set him up for a suplex over the ropes. He holds him up for a few seconds before dropping him to the mat. Dryden stands in the corner as Jones is getting up in the middle of the ring. He stands up and Dryden runs at him and hits a DDT. JC: Oh! Did you see how jones landed... his neck must be broken! He pins him. 1.. 2... Jack kicks out before the ref can count to three. JC: Surprisingly neither man has worked on the hardcore aspect of this match yet. Dryden picks him up and Irish whips Jack who intelligently slides under the bottom ropes to the outside. He shakes his head and holds it trying to break out of the stupor caused by the DDT. Dryden follows him. As Dryden turns the corner of the ring Jack nails him between the eyes with a chair. Dryden fall backwards, limp. Jack falls on his ass with a bit of exhaustion. Dryden gets to his knees and Jack nails him over the head again. He then unfolds the chair and sits in it for a bit, resting. Dryden stands up and Jack delivers a shot below the belt and hooks his arm. He struggles to pick him up for a suplex and drops him back onto the chair and it collapses under Dryden’ weight. Jack walks over and grabs the steel stairs he picks them up and slams them on Dryden chest. He throws Dryden into the ring. He throws the apron up and grabs a small brown bag. He slides into the ring and dumps the bag onto the mat. Dozens of thumbtacks fall onto the matt. Jack looks to each corner. He grabs 8 of them and walks to one corner. He sticks 4 in both the middle and top turnbuckles. He walks to another and kicks Dryden to keep him down. He repeats until thumbtacks are sticking from every turnbuckle. He smiles sadistically as he picks Dryden up. He walks him over to the corner. He spins him around and then does a drop toe hold to the middle rope and tacks puncture Dryden's face and small trickles of blood run down his face. Jack then whips him into the other corner and tacks pierce his back and he stumbles forward in pain as Jack runs at him. As Jack gets their Dryden bends over and tosses Jack up. Jack’s face lands on the top turnbuckles and tacks pierce his eyebrows and make small slits in his face. Both men fall to the ground and struggle to get up. They both stand at about the same time and Jack quickly punches him in the side of the head. He then hits the cradle suplex out of nowhere. He bridges onto Dryden for the cover 1.. 2... Kickout JC: they are both pricked with thumbtacks! how can they continue like that? RW: Balls, John... Balls. Dryden throws Jack off of him. Jack steps through the middle ropes and waits for Dryden to get up as well. He gets up and Jack jumps off of the top rope and springboards towards Dryden who catches him with both hands around the throat nd quickly drops him with a double-handed chokeslam and goes for a pin! 1..... 2..... Kickout! Dryden rolls off of Jack, and Jack reaches out of the ring. He picks up a cowbell that was outside the ring! JC: Jack has got that cowbell! He's gunna knock Dryden out! Jack swings at Dryden, but Seth ducks and and kicks the cowbell right int Jack's face! He then runs to the ropes and hits Kings over Jacks! He goes for the pin! 1..... 2..... 3!!! JC: New Hardcore Champion! RW: Dyden did it! The Cowboy has finally been dethroned!

Hardcore Hect is seen walking in the back pissed off. Hardcore Hect: God damn, mother fucking Dead Pac. They need to suck my big fat mexican balls. Connor MacDaddy: What the fuck is the matter with you? Hect turns around and Connor MacDaddy is standing behind him. Hardcore Hect: Those fucking Dead Pac honkeys... they attacked me from behind. Normally, I would whoop all thier asses with one clap of my buttcheeks... but they had weapons and shit, mang. Fuck them! Connor MacDaddy: Yeah. Hardcore Hect: Listen, holmes... I heard what you said about Order and Chaos... if shit goes down with you and the Dead Pac... Holy Wars style... I got your back. Connor MacDaddy: Thanks. Hardcore Hect: But before that happens... Hectzilla's gonna get his payment like a pimp in the bronx!... Connor MacDaddy: Uhmmm...... what? Hardcore Hect: You see that big water dispenser down the hall across from the Dead Pac locker room? Connor MacDaddy: Yeah... so? Hect reaches into his pocket and pulls out a case of exlax. Connor MacDaddy: Exlax? Hardcore Hect: One pound of it! Hect runs to the water cooler and takes off the top of it. He then drops the exlax capsules inside and watches them disinigrate. He puts the cap back on and runs away towards Connor. Hardcore Hect: Quick, hide! Brass Martin's match is next... he'll come out of the locker room any second and get a drink! Connor and Hect run behind the corner and peer out at the water cooler... The Dead Pac locker room door opens and Brass Martin steps out. He walks to the water cooler and grabs a cup... he is about to pour himself a glass when from inside the locker-room Louis Cypher is heard. Louis Cypher: Hurry, man! Your match is in 30 seconds! Brass sighs and throws the empty cup away and jogs to the direction of the entrance. Connor MacDaddy: This ain't gunna work man, let's go. Hardcore Hect: Allright... I'll get them next week. Hect and Connor walks down the corridor and out of sights. A few seconds later... Chimpo the Chimp bolts down the hallway with his tounge dangling. Chimpo the Chimp: Agh! My mouth is so dry! I need water! Chimpo sees the water cooler. Chimpo the Chimp: Oh thank god! JC: No, Chimpo! No! RW: YES! Ahahahahaha! Chimpo sticks his head under the foucet and starts chugging the water. He drinks about a liter of water when his is interruped by a stagehand. Stagehand: Mr. Chimp... we need you at ringside for the introductions... ASAP! Chimpo the Chimp: Sorry... just needed some water. Chimpo then runs back to the ring. JC: uh-oh...

- Match Four - Brass Martin versus The Great Malinko [Intercontinental Championship Match]

Chimpo the Chimp: The following match is scheduled for one-fall and is for the SFT Intercoooaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! JC: .... RW: ..... Chimpo the Chimp: Intercontinental championship... introducing first... The entrance clouds with smoke, fireworks flare through the visual obstruction sending sparkes everywhere, and South West Voodoo hits as The Great Malinko makes his way through the fog to the ring. Chimpo the Chimp: From Flint, Michigahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! JC: ..... RW: .....hehe. Chimpo the Chimp: ... The Great Mali... ughghghghghg..... The Great... oh god..... Malinko...... and his ooooooohhhhhh... shit.... The SFT Inter... gahhhh.... GWAAAAA.... FUCK!!!! Chimpo drops the microphone and grabs his ass. He runs towards the back, and the entire back of his pants is wet with shit. He runs into the back. RW: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HE SHIT HIS PANTS! JC: That is disguesting... someone get a mop... Brass Martin appears at the runway as his theme song is played. Once he gets halfway down the runway he runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and gets up. He stands in on of the corners. Ding Ding Ding. Brass Martin locks up with The Great Malinko as Brass suplex’s Malinko to the mat. Brass runs and bounces off the ropes and does a huge leg drop to Malinko’s throat. Malinko holds his throat in pain. Brass looks down at The Great Malinko and locks in a chokehold. Brass then tries to apply a stretcher hold but looses his grip on Malinko and Malinko rolls Brass up in a school boy pin. 1... 2... Kickout! Brass kicks out with authority. Malinko and Brass are standing in the ring and Malinko runs over to Brass attempting a clothesline but Brass doesn’t budge. Malinko then runs off the ropes again for another clothesline but again Brass doesn’t budge. Then Malinko tries a third time but Brass catches Malinko with a drop kick to the face. JC: Wow what strength by Brass. RW: Yah but you have to give it to Malinko he just will not let up. Brass goes to a turnbuckle and starts to undo the padding as he takes it off and exposes the metal. Malinko gets up and Brass goes to Irish whip Malinko into the turnbuckle. Malinko reverses in and sends Brass into the turnbuckle as he screams in pain with his back digging into the metal. Then Malinko grabs Brass’s head and bashes his face off the metal. Breaking Brass’s forehead open. Blood starts to gush down Brass’s face as Malinko sets Brass in the turnbuckle for a reverse DDT off the top rope. Malinko goes for the pin. 1..... 2.... Kickout! Malinko is now in full control as he applies an arm lock and puts his knee on Brasss shoulder. JC: That looks painfull! Brass twsits himself around and over Malinko’s leg and somehow miracously is able to kick Malinko away. Brass is slowly up and Malinko is getting up when Brass superkicks Malinko right in the chin. RW: Oh man! That's a way to chip a tooth! Brass staggers forward and covers... 1... 2... Kickout! Brass picks Malinko up and hits a stalling vertical suplex. Brass is climbing the turnbuckles but Malinko is up quickly and catches him at the top and superplexes him all the way down. Malinko gets up gingerly and you can hear him yell with adreniline. Malinko climbs the ropes and flies off with a flying headbutt but Brass lifts a foot in time and catches Malinko right in the face. RW: Owwwies! Brass grabs Malinko and hits a suplex followed by a body slam. But Brass is looking a bit sluggish now as you can see this match has taken a toll on him. Brass Martin covers him... 1..... 2..... Kickout! RW: Looks like Brass is out of gas now. JC: Yeah both men are pretty tired, Malinko barely half assed got his shoulder up in time on that one. Both men lay on their back catching their breaths, finally Brass gets up and hits a leg drop on Malinko but Malinko rolled out of the way. Malinko with a flying clothesline. Brass is down. RW: Malinko still has a few drops it seems. Malinko with a plancha on Brass as he stands. Malinko covers... 1.... 2.... Kickout! JC: That was too close to call . RW: Yeah no kidding these guys are putting on quite the match. Malinko gets up and shakes his head. RW: They are quickly stealing the show! Malinko locks in a figure 4 leg lock. Brass is in obvious agony as Malinko pulls on the leg and keeps applying pressure. The ref keeps asking Brass if he wants to give up, Brass shakes his head no. RW: He just won't quit! Brass screams as sits up and punches Malinko in the knee. Brass continues punching Malinko in the knee, which causes more pain for Brass but finally the hold is broken. Brass gets up limping, Malinko comes running and Brass jumps with a round house kick as both men go down hard. Slowly both men get up, each give a weak smile towards each other. They sling themselves against the ropes and fly at each other with Lariats and nail each other at the same exact time. RW: Both men are down! They lay there next to each other for what seems an eternity. Malinko moves a hand, Brass moves his head, Brass crawls over to Malinko and lays his head and arm on Malinko’s chest as the ref counts... 1... 2... Kickout! JC: My GOD that was close! The Great Malinko gets to his feet and supports himself on the ropes. Brass manages to get up, and stand dazed in the ring. Malinko hits a Tilt-a-Whirl from nowhere and goes for a pin... 1... 2... 3!!! JC: The Great Malinko did it! We have a new Intercontinental Champion!

Brass Martin makes his way out of the arena and Malinko is heading up the ramp when he gets blindsided by a steel chair. He drops to the ground as the massive Grizzly Z repeatedly beats him with the chair over and over and over. Z stands over him looking down when from behind him walks President Azreal. Azreal: You know Malinko a friend of mine seems to have a problem with you. Do you honestly think, that by some chance of luck or possibly even skill you have a chance to get a shot at Christian Cage? Let alone a World Title shot? Azreal pauses as the fans boo him. He turns to them then points to Malinko as Grizzly Z nails him with the chair again and then kicks him a few times. Azreal walks up to the fallen body of Malinko and looks down at him. Azreal: You my friend dont have a snowballs chance in hell. And by the time I am through with you, you will have hoped you never even heard the name. Christian Cage. And if you try anything I will ahve Z here, rip your arms off, put them in a blender and hit frappae. We will just say he will beat you, a capite ad calcem. Grizzly Z looks down and in the harshest voice, a lions growl you hear his translation. Z: From Head to heel. Burn by the Cure begins to play as the two members of The Empire turn and walk off while medics come to check on Malinko. RW: The Empire seems to be just violating everything they come across. JC: Well its what they do. they are in charge, they are the empire. RW: We will jsut see what happens when the Dead Pac gets in their way.

- Main Event - Christian Cage versus Precious [World Heavyweight Championship Match]

Amanda Summers: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for th World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first... the challenger... as im good at being badd plays precious comes out with Sweetheart and Harold and she goes to the ring and she puts on leg on the ring then the other doing the splits and then slides under the tope rope as Sweetheart slowly gets in the ring and Harold watches Precious from behind.. Amanda Summers: From Greenwich, Conecticut... Precious!!!!... and her opponent... The arena is plunged into darkness, but a with a gold spotlight shining down on the stage directly in front of the video wall. The opening notes of "Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns N' Roses echo over the arena's PA system and as the vocal part of the song starts, Christian Cage walks out and stands underneath the spotlight with his back to the ring and to a deafening negative reaction (interspersed with "asshole" chants from the crowd). Cage stretches his arms out to his sides, level with his shoulders so as to assume a crucifix position, and as he does so it triggers a series of pyrotechnic explosions on either side of him. As the smoke from the pyro dies away, Cage turns to face the ring and begins a slow, purposeful strut down the aisle. When he reaches the ring, Cage slides underneath the bottom rope and proceeds to climb to the top of each of the four turnbuckles in succession, assuming the crucifix position again at the top of each. After climbing down from the last turnbuckle, Cage goes back to his corner and slowly removes his designer sunglasses, the chain from around his neck, and finally his black t-shirt, revealing his toned, muscular upper body. Amanda Summers: From Miami, Florida... he is the reigning SFT world Heavyweight Champion... Christian Cage! The match starts with the two in the center of the ring. They lock up. Cage is definitely stronger, and is able to get the advantage in the lock up on Precious. He gets behind her with a rear wristlock. Precious using her free arm though starts to elbow Cage trying to get him to let go. Christian responds to this by locking in a sleeper hold on Precious. He wrenches on Precious's head and neck, trying to get her to pass out. JC: Christian is quickly going for the KO. RW: He's also trying to end this match early it seems. Christian continues to add pressure, and Precious kicks back, low blowing Christian Cage and breaking the hold. Precious does not get disqualified. Cage bends over holding his manhood, and Precious takes advantage. She runs into the ropes behind Cage, and on the bounce back chop blocks his left knee out from under him. Cage goes down holding his knee now, and Precious uses this to create an opening. She grabs hold of Cage's leg, and kicks the knee she just chopped. Christian holds the knee again, and Precious goes to try the same move again. She grabs hold of his leg again, but this time Cage sits up and grabs Precious by the hair. Holding her by the hair, Cage brings his fist back and nails Precious on the top of the head with a sickening punch. Precious goes down quick, the punch aided by the concussion. Precious backs off holding her head, and Christian quickly springs back to his feet. He takes hold of Precious, and whips her across the ring, and on the bounce back hits her with a huge spear. Precious is laid out in the center of the ring. Seizing the opportunity Cage puts Precious in a read chin lock. He applies the pressure and Precious franticly tries to get him off of her. Precious puts her hands out at her sides and starts to push herself up. Cage continues to hold Precious as they get into the standing position. Precious gives Cage a couple quick elbows to the stomach, causing him to let go. Precious runs towards the ropes after the hold is broken, but Cage grabs her by the hair, and drops her back down to the mat. Precious's head bounces off the canvas hard, and she rolls out of the ring. She lies on the arena floor, holding her head and Cage is quick to roll out of the ring. Cage lifts her up and rolls Precious back into the ring. Precious gets up to her hands and knees as Christian climbs into the ring. Christian immediately takes the opportunity and kicks Precious in the stomach. Precious goes back down to the mat holding her midsection and Cage takes her old her legs. He puts his leg between hers setting Precious up for a Sharpshooter. Precious struggles to keep Cage from locking it in, but eventually he does. JC: Sharpshooter! That's Cage's big submission there! RW: I'd be surprised to see Precious not tap out here. Precious screams in pain while Christian applies as much pressure as he can to her legs. Precious starts to reach of the ropes but the bottom rope is just out of her reach. She tries to drag herself closer but Cage plants his feet and Precious's attempts don't move her much. The ref gets down and starts to ask her if she taps and she tells him no. Again she tries to drag herself closer to the ropes, this time Cage pulls her back out towards the center of the ring. Precious's face turns red as she struggles with the pain and pressure applied to her legs. Precious again slowly starts to crawl her way back to the ropes. Again Cage plants himself making it harder and harder for her. Precious inches along, the ref in her face asking if she taps, before finally reaching the ropes again. She reaches for the bottom rope again, and just barely touches it. Christian starts to pull her back towards the center of the ring, and Precious desperately reaches forward towards the rope again. This time she just barely gets a hold of the rope. The ref tells Cage to break the hold and he reluctantly does. Precious starts to get up, and Christian gets himself into position. Finally Precious gets back to her feet. She turns around and gets a boot to the mid section from Cage. Cage hooks Precious's arms going for the "Event Horizon", but Precious reverses it and sweeps out Cages legs, before locking on a figure four! JC: What a reversal! RW: Unfortunately for Precious I think Cage might be close enough to the ropes to get them! Cage starts writhing around in pain, as Precious continues to put pressure on his leg. Cage notices how close he is to the ropes, and starts to reach behind himself. He just barely can't reach, but instead shifts his weight around and reverses the hold. Now the pressure is on Precious as Cage turns the both of them over onto their stomachs, and Precious starts to scream in pain again. Precious though quickly crawls to the ropes and gets the hold broken. RW: Precious's submission backfired on her. JC: What a back and forth contest! RW: So many submission moves... these two are having a straight up low-down wrestling match. Cage starts to get up and so does Precious, as they walk towards the center of the ring. Precious goes to kick Cage in the stomach, but it's caught. But Precious is quick to turn it into an eziguri. A loud thud can be heard as Precious's foot connects with the side of Christian's head. Cage is knocked out of it, and slowly falls to the mat. Seizing the opportunity Precious runs into the ropes and drop kicks Cage in the face. Precious motions towards the top rope, and climbs it. Cage starts to slowly get to his feet as Precious takes the position. He gets to his feet with his back towards Precious, and turns around. Precious sails over him and gets him with a powerful neck breaker. Then she goes for the pin... 1..... 2..... Kickout! JC: One second away from a new world champion! Precious gets and and quickly locks in a hald Boston Crab. Christian starts to scream in pain as Precious applies the pressure. He is frantically kicking in the air trying to get his free foot onto the bottom rope in an attempt to break the hold. Precious simply starts to turn him sideways so that his feet and hands can not reach the rope. Christian starts to try to get Precious off somehow, and starts trying to push her off with his other foot. Precious simply grabs this foot, and applies the pressure of a Boston crab. Cage is now really screaming as he tries to crawl his way to the ropes. Precious simply pulls him back away from the ropes. JC: This might be it for Christian Cage! RW: Well, he hasn't tapped out yet though... Precious continues to apply the pressure to Cage's leg and back. Cage manages to power out of it and Precious releases the hold. Cage gets to his feet and goes for lariat, but Precious drops him over the middle rope with a drop toe hold. He stays lying over it, as Precious holds onto the top rope, leaps up over it and drops down onto the apron with a leg drop over the back of his head. His throat is forced over the rope, and hence, he is left in agony, choking loudly. Precious steps onto the floor below, and Cage is holding his neck while lying under the ropes. She tugs him out, dropping him onto the concrete. RW: Ouch, she's mean. God! I love it! Precious continues by treading on his face with her boots, and then twisting around. She sits him up, and drop kick him in the back. Then she lifts him up all way, just to slap him. He stumbles backward from the slap, and falls over the steel steps. He's left with his back arched over the steel, while Precious walks over to the time keepers table and ushers to the guy to get up off of his chair. She snaps it together and then holds it over her head with both hands. She brings it down over Cage's ribs, and he rolls slowly off. He wriths around in pain, but then, he gets up onto his knees. She lifts the chair again. It connects with his skull, but Cage doesn't even stir. He screams at her to hit him again, and she does. RW: Ref! Helllooooo... DQ? The referee is standing behind Precious... staring at her ass and not noticing that she is cheating... JC: Ehhh... i don't blame him... The chairshots only drive Chrstian drives him more though, and he gets right back up onto both feet. He smirks at her as blood begins to flow down his face. Confused, and somewhat dazed by the reaction, she swings it down over her head again. He grabs the chair though, and tosses it away after getting it from her grasp. He grabs her hair and slams it into the steel, then keeping a hold of her hair, he tosses her back into the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and then onto the turnbuckle. He waits for Precious to get up - which isn't a long wait due to her resilience and spirit - and he leaps off. It looks like he goes for a double axe handle, but Precious reverses it to her advantage. She ducks the axe handle, and brings Cage down onto her knee. He lands groin first onto her knee, and falls backwards. She goes for a cover! 1..... 2..... Kickout! RW: Too little too soon it seems. Precious watches on while catching her breath as Cage tries to get up onto his feet. He gives her a dirty look as he gets onto one knee. He gets up and tries to go behind, but Precious whips him over with a snap mare, which she follows up with a surfboard. She digs her knee in between Cage's shoulders, and when things look bleak... Cage manages to get back up onto his feet. He fights out of the hold, then whips Precious into the ropes. He hits her with a tilt a whirl back breaker and then runs into the ropes himself to hit a leg drop of his own. He goes for a cover, only to get a one count. Cage gets up and stands back, and waits for his pretty opponent to get up... and as she does, she dropskicks her viciously in the knee to bring her face straight into the mat. She rolls out of the ring and holds her jaw for a few moments and to try and gain her bearings. RW: This is turning out to be one hell of a match! Just as Precious tries to get back in the ring, Christian jumps out in between the ropes and collids with Precious on the outside with a suicide dive! Both of them stay down, but after some time, it's Christian who's up first. JC: Where the fuck did he learn that? He rolls back into the ring, and stays lying on his back. Even Christian is surprised when he sees Precious getting to her feet so quickly though. He gets up as quickly as he can using the ropes to his aid. She slides in under the ropes and he grabs her straight away. He whips her into the ropes. Cage goes for another lariat, and she ducks. She keeps on running and rebounds again and hits a shoulder barge right into the center of Cage's chest. It sends him back into the ropes himself, and as he steps back slowly, she hits him with one hell of a slap! Christian looks away and down to his fists, but he shakes his head thinking of the match at cost. Instead he tackles her to the floor with a spear and tries to cover, but she struggles free. She tries to lock in her own pin as she leaps over in some kind of mahistrol cradle. 1..... 2..... Kickout! JC: Geez... that was close! Precious gets up, and out of nowhere Cage springs towards Precious and hits a CKO! He goes for the pin..... 1..... 2..... 3!! JC: Christian remains Champion! RW: What a hard fought victory!

Christian Cage is seen celebraing in the ring, as we cut to the back... Walking to his dressing room after his match and the beatdown from Grizzly Z, The Great Malinko holds his new title in over his shoulder and is moving slowly using the wall for support at some places as though the trial of the match was too much for him to walk normally. Havoc is walking toward him with a triumphant smile on his face. Havoc: Congratulations. First the tag titles now this...Between the two of us we're going to own this place. Malinko looks Havoc in the eye and his eyes go immediately bloodshot, he grabs his head in both hands and screams like he's being tortured then doubles over and drops to his knees and vomits blood all over the floor before falling unconscious. Havoc: What the...MEDIC! SOME ONE GET A MEDIC! the show fades to black