JC: Our three rookies are have all now arrived in the ring and we’re waiting for the referee to start this damn match! They all look pumped and you know, it’s great to have new blood in SFT. Not that the regular guys get boring… but they all add new life to the place… if they bother to do anything. Heh.

RW: Of course. When I look at these three I think ‘Could any of these three men be world champions in the future?’ and I can’t tell you the answer to that. Yet. These men need to prove they deserve the things they desire. You can’t just slack off in the SFT.

JC: The bell rings! Rage and Jason Jackson look at one another and you know it looks like they’re both thinking… ‘Is he just pleased to see me?’… but OH! They run into one another and Jackson knocks Rage’s head off!

RW: Hardkore looks absolutely huge next to those two men and he hasn’t even done anything yet but I can tell you, he’s not as dumb as he looks. I listened to this guy… He’s a fuck up, but that’s exactly why I wouldn’t want to piss him off. Poor kids don’t know what will hit them when he gets going.

JC: Have I seen Rage before?

RW: Nope, but you’ve probably heard of him before. Most federations have a resident ‘Rage’. You know, I thought SFT was lacking something… and it was. It was missing it’s own little Rage!

Jackson struts around the ring only to have Hardkore’s huge hand wrap around his throat. He nails a version of the STO on Jackson, slamming Jackson neck first into the mat! He goes on to choke him until the ref counts five and the big man reluctantly lets go. He meets Rage as he slaps Hardkore across the face, attempts a snap suplex, misses then nails an enziguri instead! Hardkore doesn’t shift but he does jump up and drop on Rage as he’s on all fours!

JC: BELLY FLOP!

RW: It was an elbow drop. Sigh.

Hardkore picks Rage up, whips him into the ropes and on the rebound, shoulder blocks Rage, nailing him straight in the face. Jason is back up and goes for a sneak pin on Rage. Hardkore kicks him off, picks up both men onto their feet and lifts them both up onto a shoulder!

JC: Great strength.

He holds them both for a moment before slamming Rage back to the mat. He readjusts Jason into a fireman’s carry and then as he nails a Samoan neckbreaker on Jason, he hits a leg drop on Rage too! The fans go crazy as Hardkore pins them both!

1! 2! 3!

Amanda: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be fought under triple threat rules...for the vacant SFT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPIONSHIP!"

JC: "This match is going to be a slobber knocker."

RW: "Don't use that phrase, we might get sued!"

The lights in the arena go out...

Amanda: "About to come down the aisle..."

A crimson red pot leaf appears spinning in the middle of the ring. Suddenly the SFT Tron lights up with images of Go Go Dancers and clips of Shane Clemmens winning various matches with both the "Eat a Dick" and "Shoot To Thrill" finishers... Suddenly there's shaking titties as "Lapdance" by N.E.R.D. remixed by Nine Inch Nails begins to play.

Amanda: "Hailing from Missoula, Montana...weighing in at 222 pounds..."

Spotlights fire up as the arena's lit up in a deep crimson. Lighters fire up in the audience as the music continues to play, driving towards the opening.

Amanda: "THE DIRTY DOG.....SHANE CLEMMENS!"

"I'm an outlaw -- Quick on the draw" That's when Shane appears from the entrance, spotlights centering on him... He strolls down to the ring as fans flip out trying to touch him. Girls are screaming as if he were a Beatle... Some can't take it, showing tits and ass and whatever else they can get out to show in time...

RW: "You gotta love this Clemmens guy, he gets the girls to show everything."

JC: "You're a damn perv, Randy."

RW: "What's your point?"

Even some of the male fans are flush with emotion. Crazy. Shane doesn't pay attention to anyone though, focused on the ring... He ditches his red leather jacket before breaking into a full sprint straight to the ring, slidding in... The music is now loud and alive, as Shane pops to his feet, spinning around the ring, flexing and showing off for the crowd. Not to mention, spotting jiggling titties in the crowd. In the distance, blurred signs that read "Shane says, Let's see some tits!"

Amanda: "...And his opponent..."

Out of nowhere, "Ebolarama" by Every Time I Die blares to life, sending the fans into a roar of approval.

Amanda: "Hailing from New York City, New York...weighing in at 180 pounds..."

Seth Dryden appears on the ramp, grinning from ear to ear.

Amanda: "...SETH DRYDEN!!"

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.

JC: "Dryden just needs the IC title to become one of the few Grand Slam winners in SFT history."

RW: "But can he get the job done?"

Amanda: "...And their opponent..."

As the sound of "Immortal" by Adema plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark.

Amanda: "Hailing from Tucson, Arizona....weighing in at 230 pounds...."

At the entrance way a lone red light shines from under the steel, and out steps Hekutsu.

Amanda: "...HEKUTSU!"

He stands for a moment, and then fire erupts at his sides from the stage. Hekutsu then walks slowly to the ring, not even acknowledging the crowd, and enters under the bottom rope and simply goes to a corner and kneels.

JC: "The former Hardcore Hect in his new look, and new attitude."

RW: "I miss the booze, I liked the booze. I miss the booze."

All three men are in their own little corners and the referee is in the middle of the ring holding up the IC title. Dryden walks to the ref and grabs the IC title and puts it against his waist, as if foreshadowing his win. Clemmens then walks over and snags the belt away from Dryden and puts it against his waist.

JC: "These two men know each other very well, and already it seems each one is trying to make their mark on this title."

RW: "Is that like marking their territory? Because I don't wanna see that."

Clemmens and Dryden argue over the belt as they play a tug of war with it. The referee is yelling at them to let go of the belt. Out of nowhere Hekutsu hits the ropes and jumps, hitting a double dropkick, knocking Seth to the mat, and Clemmens out of the ring. The belt just falls, and Hekutsu grabs it as he gets up. He holds it in his hand and sees Seth begin to get up. Hekutsu takes aim, and as Seth turns towards him, Hekutsu runs and clocks Seth in the head with the belt.

JC: "THAT'S A DAMN DISQUALIFICATION!"

RW: "It would be, if the bell had rang to start this match."

The referee snatches the belt from Hekutsu's hands and gives it to the timekeeper. The ref then calls for the bell to begin the contest. Hekutsu looks around, and then picks up the groggy Seth. Hekutsu whips Dryden into the corner and follows in with a jumping knee to the face. Dryden falls straight down to his ass and Hekutsu nods approvingly. Hekutsu then backs up from Dryden and takes aim, but just as he begins to run, Shane Clemmens comes in from nowhere and hits the Shoot to Thrill on Hekutsu.

RW: "HOLY SHIT! It's barely started and it's over already!"

JC: "Quickest three way ever."

RW: "Does that include the one you and your wife had?"

JC: "...Shut up Randy."

Clemmens goes for a pin and hooks the leg. 1.... 2....

Dryden jumps and pushes Clemmens off Hekutsu. Clemmens then pokes Dryden in the eye.

JC: "HE POKED HIM IN THE EYE!"

Clemmens stands Dryden up and then goes for a huracanrana, but Dryden turns it into a powerbomb, dropping Clemmens directly on Hekutsu. Clemmens gives out a yell and quickly rolls off Hekutsu and holds his back. Hekutsu just lays on the mat, out flat. Dryden is down on one knee, still shaking out the cobwebs. Dryden then gets up and picks up Clemmens. Dryden starts hitting Clemmens with jabs and then lays him out with a right hook. Dryden goes for a pin but only gets a 1 count. Dryden picks up Clemmens again and tosses him into the corner. Dryden follows in with a spear style shoulder to the gut, with Clemmens stuck against the turnbuckles. Shane gets hunched over, holding his gut. Dryden then sets up Clemmens for a superplex. Dryden and Shane are on the top rope fighting for position, with Shane throwing small weak jabs to Dryden's ribs. Suddenly, with Dryden still holding Shane for the suplex, Hekutsu runs up the ropes, standing on the 2nd rope and then jumping to the top rope, grabbing hold of Dryden's waist, and taking him over with a german suplex, as Dryden takes Clemmens over with the superplex. Clemmens lands hard on the mat, as Dryden ends up flipping to his stomach, just barely missing a totally broken neck, and Hekutsu lands hard on his back.

JC: "..."

RW: "...."

*Shot of Chimpo in bed with a hooker*

Chimpo: "...."

*Back to arena.*

Crowd: "HO LY SHIT....HO LY SHIT....HO LY SHIT!"

JC: "What just happened?"

RW: "I think we just had three men die in our ring."

The referee begins the 3 way count, as none of the men are moving. 1....2......3......4......5.... Shane and Hekutsu start to stir. 6....7..... Hekutsu rolls over and slowly crawls to the ropes. Shane just kind of raises his hand and then drops it to the mat. 8.... Clemmens, who's closer to the ropes then anyway since, ya know, he ended up being the one launched further from the 3 way clusterfuck of a move, turns over and starts using the ropes to pulls himself up. 9.... Hekutsu and Shane are on their feet, and each just kinda looking at each other, and then looking at Dryden, who's still on the mat. Each of them then make a dive at the same time to try and pin him, with Shane getting on top first, but before the ref can make a count Hekutsu rakes his eyes and makes a pin. 1.... Clemmens pulls Hekutsu's leg, pulling him off Dryden. Hekutsu and Shane, now on their knees, begin trading punches.

JC: "My god look at these guys."

RW: "I rather see the blonde in the third row."

Hekutsu and Shane continue trading punches. Shane hits a hook that rocks Hekutsu backwards. Hekutsu then jumps, from his knees to his feet, and goes for a martial arts style kick to the head on Shane. Shane barely ducks it. Hekutsu ends up spinning, almost doing a 360, but as he almost finishes the full spin around, Dryden bursts from his spot, where he was croutched and waiting while Shane and Hekutsu were trading punches, and crashes into Hekutsu with a brutal spear! Dryden gets up and raises his hands, looking out at the crowd. He turns around and Clemmens is there, with a boot to the gut. Clemmens then hits an inverted atomic drop on Dryden. Dryden stands there, hurting, as Shane rebounds off the ropes with a Hart Attack style clothesline. Shane quickly goes for a pin.

1.... 2.... The pin is broken up by a brutal soccer style kick to Shane face by Hekutsu. Shane ends up out on his back on the mat next to Dryden, with his eye quickly swelling and a small cut that begins to ooze blood. Hekutsu walks over and picks up Dryden, thinking that Shane is a non-factor now. Hekutsu sets up Dryden on the top turnbuckle. Hekutsu then climbs up, and sets up Dryden for what looks to be a tiger driver.

JC: "I heard earlier today, Hect...uh...Hekutsu is using a form of a tiger driver called the Demon Driver."

RW: "Did he say he would be doing it off the top rope and would commit manslaughter because of it."

JC: "Can't say I recall."

Hekutsu looks out to the crowd as he gets ready to deliver the Demon Driver, but as he looks out, a man jumps over the rail with a steelchair in his hand.

RW: "Who the hell...is that Grizzly Z?"

Z jumps up on the apron, chair in hand, and clocks the shit out of Hekutsu's head.

JC: "The hell, he has no part in this match, what the hell is he doing here!"

RW: "Well, he is the number one contender to the IC title."

Z gets into the ring and is admonished by the referee that he doesn't belong here. The referee then gets a steel chair to his head. President Azrael appear at the rampway and applauds Z, as he slams the steel chair on Hekutsu's body. Shane Clemmens begins to come to, and sees Grizzly Z slamming on Hekutsu with the chair. With Z's back to Clemmens, Clemmens hits the Eat A Dick on Z, and lays him out. Azrael gets a look of anger on his face as this happens, and begins walking to the ring. Dryden pops out from the corner and hits a spear on Clemmens and they start fighting. Security and referees run to the ring and break up Clemmens and Dryden, as Z starts to get up, with a couple security guards around him, and Azrael calling him to get out of the ring. Hekutsu slowly rolling out of the ring to the floor.

Amanda gets on the mic.

Amanda: "I've just been informed that this match has been deemed a no contest."

Suddenly on the big screen we see Allisa, and she's golf clapping.

Allisa: "Way to go guys, you fucked up a perfectly good match. But I really enjoyed this, and would like to see more, so I'll tell you what. At our next PPV, which is the anniversary show, we're going to have a 2 falls Fatal Four way match. The people involved will be Seth Dryden, The Dirty Dog, Hekutsu, and Grizzly Z. The rules will be simple. The person who wins the first fall, will win Grizzly Z's Imperial Title."

Grizzly Z gets irate over this and starts kicking the guardrail as Azrael tries to calm him down.

Allisa: "And the second fall's winner will become the new IC Champion. I hope you like that boys, and goodluck to ya."

Seth and Shane look at each other, with security still holding them. Grizzly Z and Azrael make their way back to the dressing room as Hekutsu is still on the floor, holding his head.