AS: Sweetheart and Cowboy Jack Jones are starting off this match.

SM: That’s right. Although, Sweetheart isn’t looking so great at the moment.

AS: No, she doesn’t, does she?

Sweetheart locks up with Jack but gets tossed to the ropes hard, on rebound, he hits her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. She lays on the ground, holding her back. Jack pulls her up, goes for a clothesline, she ducks, goes for a German, he flips out of it, she doesn’t know. He immediately clotheslines her in the back of the head. She goes down hard.

SM: Something tells me she should have looked behind her.

AS: Well, not doing so cost her.

She gets back up, just in time to get a back suplex. Her head hits the mat hard as he covers. 1….2…kick out! Jack gets up and lifts her too, throwing her into the ropes and hitting her with a strong powerslam. He gets a two again. He gets tired of it and lifts her up, not seconds later, planting her with a face buster. She flips onto her back holding her nose. Jack climbs the turnbuckles, jumping off with the impact of the cows come home!

AS: It’s over! With the 1….

SM: 2….

JC/SM: 3!!!!

JK: Here’s your winner, COWBOY Jack JONES!

AS: He pulls off the win and exits the ring.

SM: Apparently he also busted her nose with that impact.

AS: I wouldn’t see why it wouldn’t. Hard impact from head to head, he must of caught her nose.
 

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.

Evolve
Escape

Devour

The crowd begins to shout as the arena goes black and pictures of a morgue appear on the striketron. Pictures of bodies ripped apart, bodies crawling with maggots, etc. As the fans begin to boo a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the jumbotron change to a big grey screen.

Hurt by Cash hits the pa as a beautiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into deep green which flashes into red every other second, than back into green. Images of babies being born and animals attacking other animals begint to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as a group of freakish humans appear from behind the curtain. Some have distorted and torn faces, but they all take spots at the side of the ramp way and bow.

"The Lord of SFT" appears on the jumbotron as Lord Nirvana walks from behind the curtains, dressed in a ceremonial robe. It's red and drags the ground behind him for a good ten feet. The crowd beings to boo, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He has his trademark cane at his side, the tip sharpened into a spike. Around his neck is a huge swastika, covered in barbed wire. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizazze of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring, spinning his cane, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the back turnbuckle and taunts the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring with his swastika.

Before the match starts he puts his hands on the sides of his face and tears at the skin. He stops when the blood starts to appear on his hands and smiles as he holds his hands up for the bloodthirsty crowd. He licks the blood from his hands in one last act of sin.

Nirvana locks up with Cage as Nirvana suplex’s Cage to the mat. Nirvana runs and bounces off the ropes and does a huge leg drop to Cage’s throat. Cage holds his throat in pain. Nirvana looks down at Cage and locks in a chokehold. Nirvana then tries to apply a stretcher hold but looses his grip on Cage and Cage rolls Nirvana up in a school boy pin.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Nirvana kicks out with authority. Cage and Nirvana are standing in the ring and Cage runs over to Nirvana attempting a clothesline but Nirvana doesn’t budge. Cage then runs off the ropes again for another clothesline but again Nirvana doesn’t budge. Then Cage tries a third time but Nirvana catches Cage with a drop kick to the face.

SM: Damn…

AS: I’m thinking that must have hurt a bit

Nirvana goes to a turnbuckle and starts to undo the padding as he takes it off and exposes the metal. Cage gets up and Nirvana goes to Irish whip Cage into the turnbuckle. Cage reverses in and sends Nirvana into the turnbuckle as he screams in pain with his back digging into the metal. Then Cage grabs Nirvana’s head and bashes his face off the metal. Breaking Nirvana’s forehead open. Blood starts to gush down Nirvana’s face as Cage sets Nirvana in the turnbuckle for a reverse DDT off the top rope. Cage goes for the pin.

1.....

2....

Kickout!

Cage is now in full control as he applies an arm lock and puts his knee on Nirvanas shoulder.

SM: That looks painfull!

Nirvana twsits himself around and over Cage’s leg and somehow miracously is able to kick Cage away. Nirvana is slowly up and Cage is getting up when Nirvana superkicks Cage right in the chin.

AS: For him being so old I wonder how he pulls that shit off…

Nirvana staggers forward and covers...

1...

2...

Kickout!

Nirvana picks Cage up and hits a powerplex, followed up with a snapdragon suplex. Nirvana is climbing the turnbuckles but Cage is up quickly and catches him at the top and superplexes him all the way down. Cage gets up gingerly and you can hear him yell with adreniline. Cage climbs the ropes and flies off with a flying headbutt but Nirvana lifts a foot in time and catches Cage right in the face.

AS: God this is nuts…

Nirvana grabs Cage and hits a suplex followed by a body slam. But Nirvana is looking a bit sluggish now as you can see this match has taken a toll on him. Nirvana covers him...

1.....

2.....

Kickout!

AS: This is getting crazy, Cage just won’t give up!

SM: And its looking like doing all these crazy moves out there is taking its toll on Nirvana

Both men lay on their back catching their breaths, finally Nirvana gets up and hits a leg drop on Cage but Cage rolled out of the way. Cage with a flying clothesline.

Nirvana is down.

AS: Could this be it?

Cage with a DDT on Nirvana as he stands. Cage covers...

1....

2....

....

Kickout!

SM: God so close!

AS: You’re telling me.

Cage locks in a figure 4 leg lock. Nirvana is in obvious agony as Cage pulls on the leg and keeps applying pressure. The ref keeps asking Nirvana if he wants to give up, Nirvana shakes his head no.

AS: Crazyness!

Nirvana screams as sits up and punches Cage in the knee. Nirvana continues punching Cage in the knee, which causes more pain for Nirvana but finally the hold is broken. Nirvana gets up limping, Cage comes running and Nirvana 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.

AS: Both men are down!

SM: What a return match for both men!

They lay there next to each other for what seems an eternity. Cage moves a hand, Nirvana moves his head, Nirvana crawls over to Cage and lays his head and arm on Cage’s chest as the ref counts...

1...

...

2...

...

Kickout!

SM: My GOD that was close!

Cage gets to his feet and supports himself on the ropes. Nirvana manages to get up, and stand dazed in the ring. Cage stumbles to him and manages to pick him up for the The CKO! He falls over Nirvana for the pin...

1...

...

2...

...

3!!!

SM: What a match!
 

w i n n e r = C .  C A G E

As the sound of "Immortal" by Adema plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark. At the entrance way a lone red light shines from under the steel, and out steps Hekutsu. He stands for a moment, and then fire erupts at his sides from the stage. Hekutsu then walks slowly to the ring, entering under the bottom rope and simply goes to a corner and kneels.

SM: You know, I heard none of the referees will work with Hekutsu now. I’m guessing that’s why Allisa O’Toole has taken on the role of special guest ref. If he plays up, Allisa, is she‘s lucky, will put Monster Hectziwwa in his place.

AS: Well, if I were the referee, I wouldn’t want to be in there with Hekutsu.

The arena is completely dark as "Bullet-Proof Skin" begins.

AS: AND THE CHAMP HAS ARRIVED!

The only light now comes from the illuminated screen as words appear and pass.. "Carnal"..."Fatal"...."Immortal" The guitar riffs and the crowd pops insanely. Smoke sifts through the entrance ramp, the lights beneath it illuminating it. As the lights are turned on Havoc walks through the smoke to another pop. He walks slowly and gracefully down the ramp, stopping for a moment to gently roll a tuft of smoke from his mouth and look at the "Havoc" signs dispersed amongst the crowd. He slides into the ring and walks to one turnbuckle standing atop it and raising one arm; the crowd pops again. He walks to the corner diagonal from that and poses again, to another pop.

SM: You know, he might be the only five time champion, but that means he’s lost it more times than anyone else too! BUTTERFINGERS! YOU HEAR ME, SISSY?!

Havoc turns around as he jumps off and gives Randy a bemused look.

AS: He’ll kill you too. And you know what? It doesn’t matter if Havoc keeps a hold of that title less than the Canadians keep a hold of their beer! It just goes to show that he’s always at the top of his game… Or at least, better than everyone else.

SM: …Canadians? And I just think all the staff wants to make love with Havoc. And I bet he pays his opponents to take a fall. I bet…

The bell rings and the fans go wild for this long awaited match.

AS: For those of you who have just tuned in, this match is a hardcore match for the FREAKING WORLD TITLE!

Ringside staff begin to throw in assorted ‘weapons’ from all sides. Hect is lucky enough to catch a chair as it flies through the air, but not quick enough to dodge the dropkick Havoc nails to start off the match! Hekutsu holds his face for a moment before sitting up and rolling out of the way before a stampeding knee makes his knee explode. He scissor traps the leg Havoc is still standing on to force Havoc’s face to be implanted into the turnbuckle!

SM: The fans seem happy so far.

With Havoc resting against the turnbuckle, Hect goes for a dead lift German suplex. Havoc grabs the top rope though! Neither man is going anywhere, but Hect, like a fucking bulldog tugs and pulls until Havoc goes flying overhead and crashes on the top of his head! Hect releases his grip, only to footstomp his opponent’s throat, then deliver a standing elbow drop. He goes for a loose pin.

AS: He doesn’t even get a two count!

Both men roll up onto their feet when Havoc offers out a hand to take on the match. Hekutsu takes it, dodges the obvious short arm clothesline attempt and wrenches the arm. Havoc cringes, then rolls out of it. But Hect kicks Havoc in the back of the head as he does so, and then climbs on top of him and unleashes a flurry of open palm slaps and closed fist punches. Some fans boo, but Allisa just shrugs and eventually drags Hect off.

SM: Havoc’s bleeding! Quick. GET A GRAIL!

Havoc climbs to his feet and runs out. He delivers a Muay Thai style knee to the side of Hekutsu, turns him around with the momentum and kicks the back of Hect’s knee. He quickly grabs a trashcan and drops it over Hect, trapping his arms inside. Havoc wastes no time taking a run at the ropes, running up the turnbuckle and delivering a springboard dropkick to Hect! He goes down, still with the can over him. Havoc picks up a leather belt and starts whipping the lower abdomen. Hect is desperately trying to struggle out!

Allisa pulls Havoc out of the way only to get the belt slapped across their face!

SM: Did he mean to do that? God damn!

Somehow Hekutsu is out though and Havoc might regret whipping him when he’s hit across the face with a baseball bat! Havoc goes down like a sack of shit, and Hekutsu covers. He releases and then drags him into the centre of the ring. He goes for the cover properly this time but Allisa is down, holding her face! Hekutsu gets up and nudges her in the ribs with his foot, and eventually she rolls around and begins a slow count. Some of the girls in the audience are screaming for Havoc to kick out.

AS: These are either girls or very feminine male fans of Havoc.

SM: NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

ONE… TWO… TH- NO!

Hekutsu throws a temper tantrums and corners Allisa in the ring. She shakes her head and waves her hands… and looks like she snipped off a brownie in her panties. He looms over her, when she crawls between his legs and moves to Havoc. The fans cheer as Havoc starts to get up to his feet; a blockade between Hekutsu and Allisa!

Allisa starts shouting at Hect to behave when Havoc runs forward only to be lifted up by Hect and even though Havoc manages a Mongolian slap, he still hits the intended Manhattan drop. This allows Hekutsu to hit his suplex into sitout facebuster. He goes for a pin and Allisa counts.

ONE! TWO! Kickout. Havoc rolls over holding his nose.

Hekutsu begins to chase Allisa around the ring.

SM: RAPE! RAPE!

AS: Call the RAPE police!

Havoc is up and suicide dives through the ropes to clock Hekutsu dead on. They fall as a mess into the announcers table and Allisa starts screaming at Hect while he’s down. She rolls into the ring and literally hands Havoc a bludgeon. Allisa starts to pull Hect up with some effort and holds him in place. Then Havoc clocks Allisa!

SM: Oh my God! She’s busted right open! Is Havoc just stupid, or does he have a vendetta against Allisa?!

AS: Either way, I think she’s dead.

SM: Oh well.

The two of them look at Allisa, then at one another. And they grin, both looking for respective pops. They both run to find weapons. Havoc retrieves brass knucks and the baseball bat while Hect comes back out with… a chainsaw! Havoc looks at Hect as if to say, ‘WTF, mate?’ and Hect looks for a moment. He shrugs and throws it at Havoc and rolls quickly back into the ring, grabbing the sickle blade as he does so. Havoc is cautious and rightly so, since as he climbs into the ring, Hekutsu takes him hostage as he holds the sickle blade against Havoc’s throat. Slowly he starts applying pressure. Blood begins to very slowly trickle and a pop this loud has not been heard in SFT for a long time!

SM: OH… MUY… GAWD!

Hekutsu eventually releases Havoc who has no problem taking the bat to Hekutsu. He starts beating his opponent to the floor and when he’s satisfied, lifts him up and hoists him up into the tree of woe. He starts with the knucks, delivering the blows to Hekutsu’s abdomen. Then he chokes him for a bit of a larf, like. With a knee to the stomach, Havoc moves back and dropkicks Hect in the face, the force releases him from the tree of woe and Havoc goes for a pin. Hect kicks out just as a new referee rolls into the ring.

AS: Havoc isn’t happy!

He turns away, quickly kicks Hect in the gut and follows it up with the Dominator into a DDT! He goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

He kicks out just in time. The ref holds up his hands and tells Havoc to get back in there. He starts off with a few fists, a snapmare with a running knee to the back of the head and then forces him out to the apron, where they stand precariously. A ladder is laid out on the floor behind them and Havoc goes for the powerbomb! Hekutsu forces himself back down and lifts Havoc up for the vertebreaker! Havoc forces out with a scissor vice with his legs around Hect’s head, he rolls it into a sunset flip and releases his grip so they both fall to the outside.

Up again, Havoc whips Hekutsu into the barricade, delivers a snap roundhouse kick and hooks his head under his arm.

SM: Double underhook…

AS: Double underhook suplex onto the steel ladder! Hekutsu looks hurt!

Havoc looks for attention and walks to find his world championship belt. He pulls it away and begins to walk back and lays it down above Hect’s head on the floor. It gives Hekutsu enough time to release a breath of flame into Havoc’s face! The smell of singed hair raises in the arena.

Hekutsu is up on his feet, only to be given the Paralyzer over the ladder! Havoc covers as the new ref slides out of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE- OH GOD NO!

Hekutsu kicks out somehow and Havoc cannot believe it. He lifts him up and goes for the Deicide, but out of no where, a bloodied Allisa O’Toole strikes Havoc with his world title! The ref looks amazed, but Hekutsu has no problem knocking her out with the Chaotic Driver!

AS: POOR ALLISA!

Hect rolls Havoc into the ring and a chant of ‘screw job’ already starts up. Hekutsu grins and points to Havoc. He pins him in the centre of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Hekutsu laughs and slaps Havoc across the face. He does so until Havoc gains enough momentum to fight out. Havoc snap suplexes Hect, is nailed with a Japanese arm drag but fights back with a discus clothesline. He falls for a cover where Hect doesn’t allow him a one count. The two of them lie there on the ground for a minute or two until Havoc finally rolls up and starts ripping off the padding from one of the turnbuckles. He exposes the metal rung and picks Hekutsu up. He smashes his forehead into the steel without a second thought! Hect staggers back, then stands still, looking dazed.

AS: I think he’s out on his feet!

But then Hekutsu runs forward and starts smashing his head against the metal rung, time and time again, and then he looks at Havoc, with the blood pissing down his own head. He points at his forehead and then headbutts Havoc to the ground. He falls onto his hands and knees and allows the blood to pour over Havoc’s face.

SM: This is sick.

Hekutsu gets up and hits the Exploder suplex on the ref just as Havoc gets up in a rage and nails the Chaos Drop perfectly.

ONE…

….ONE?

Havoc gets up and looks around. He starts storming the ring screaming for a referee when Hekutsu sits up. Havoc runs across the ring and starts nailing sharp, stinging soccer kicks to which every one receives an ‘ooh’ from the crowd. Havoc picks Hect up, gouges his eyes and hits the somersault fireman’s carry. He rolls Hekutsu over and locks in the Final Solution.

AS: Is Hect tapping?!

SM: I CAN’T SEE!

Allisa, again rolls into the ring and shouts at Havoc to tell him there’s no submission. This only forces him to lay on the move harder.Allisa eventually has to push him off as hard as she can (which isn’t very hard as she’s probably got more blood on her blouse than in her veins) and tells him to cover Hect instead.

ONE…

TWO…

SM: Where the fuck is three?!

Havoc gets up and looks at Allisa, who is holding her arm up above the mat. She grins at him then spits blood in his direction.

SM: What is it with people putting blood on Havoc. It really isn’t very nice!

Havoc gets up and nails her with the Deicide. Then falls back in exhaustion.

AS: LOOK! LOOK!

Hekutsu starts to his feet using the ropes but Havoc, dead centre, has to start crawling across the ring. He has no chance as a limping Hekutsu pulls him to his feet. He pulls him up and before you know it, the mat shakes as he hits the Shun Goku Satsu. With a hand over Havoc and grabbing Allisa’s wrist, he does his own count, slowly.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE.

There’s a moment of silence as no one can believe what they see.

AS: …NEW WORLD CHAMPION!

The fans are booing, but somewhere, there’s a distinct cheer there. EMTs run down to the ring and someone rushes into the ring to hand Hekutsu the world title. He holds it for a moment, before collapsing himself, next to Allisa and a formidable opponent in Havoc.