JC: Tonight we have a all female match up.

RW: Thats right Jesse! Rachel Pitt who is returning versus Amphetamine who is coming off a loss from last Friday against Television champion Sean Rollins.

JC: Yes he will be taking on Seth Dryden later on tonight!

RW: Rachel is in the ring here comes Amphetamine! WOW!

The lights in the arena dim to a low glow. Suddenly "Fatal" by The RZA hits. As soon as the song begins the arena lighta go completely out as green and gold strobe lights flash from either side of the entrance. A few seconds pass until Amphetamine emerges from the backstage area to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She smirks and looks around at the crowd, taking it all in. She walks slowly to the beginning of the ramp.

Amanda Summers: Introducing… From Kalamazoo, Michigan… AMPHETAMINE!!!!

Suddenly, she sprints forward and down the ramp. She slides in under the bottom rope and leaps to her feet. She walks over to the ring ropes facing the apron and jumps onto the bottom rope. She raises her arms in the air as she bounces up. As she does this silver pyro shoots from the nearest turnbuckles. She climbs up to the middle rope and then springs backwards doing a backflip, landing in the middle of the ring.

As she lands this backlflip, Rachel comes and clothesline her to the mat sending her down hard. The referee signals for the bell to be rung. Rachel then pulls Amphetamine up by her long hair then sends her in to the ropes. She comes back and is met with a stunning hurricanrana by Rachel.

Amphetamine is back on her feet. Amphetamine executes a ropeflip hiptoss on Rachel Pitt. Rachel Pitt moves back to her feet. Amphetamine gets elbowed to her midsection by Rachel. Rachel Pitt jumps off the turnbuckle with the flying bodypress on Amphetamine. Rachel quickly gets back up on the attack. Rachel Pitt hits a flying karate chop right to Amphetamine's neck. Rachel places Amphetamine on the turnbuckle and tries for a top-rope DVD! Amphetamine elbows Rachel in the head over and over before Rachel lets go of the DVD attempt. Amphetamine headbutts Rachel a couple times and then bites her forehead. Amphetamine then grabs the top-rope with both hands on either side of her, and pushes Rachel off the 2nd rope with both her feet. Rachel Pitt crashes hard. Amphetamine then stands on the 2nd rope, and quickly jumps up to the top-rope and hits a moonsault double stomp to Rachel's gut.

JC: HOLY SHIT!

RW: I think Amphetamine might have broke some of Rachel's ribs on that one. Amphetamine goes for a cover and only gets a 2 count before Rachel gets a shoulder up. Amphetamine then puts her feet on Rachel's hair and grabs Rachel's wrists, and pulls up on her. Rachel screams in pain as the referee tells Amphetamine to break the hold. She breaks the hold on the 4th count and raises her hands like she did nothing. Amphetamine then measures Rachel and hits a somersault legdrop and tries for a cover again. Rachel gets her shoulder up before the 2 count.

JC: She did that on instinct people! What action by these women!!

RW: I KNOW IT'S CRAZY!

Amphetamine argues with the referee as Rachel crawls to the ropes. Amphetamine then sees Rachel and quickly runs at her with a knee to the ribs. Amphetamine then picks Rachel up, and whips her hard into the turnbuckles. Amphetamine runs in and hits a clothesline on Rachel, causing Rachel to fall down to her ass, looking beat.

JC: Wow, Amphetamine might pull out a win here.

RW: Hey, what's she doing?

Amphetamine motions her hand up and down, and points at Rachel. Amphetamine then runs and hits a bronco buster on Rachel. Amphetamine gets up, and raises her hands, appealing to the crowd. She pulls Rachel out from the corner, standing her up, and brings her to the middle of the ring. Amphetamine then hooks Rachel, and hits her heart stopper. Rachel lands fast first, and Amphetamine rolls Rachel over, but doesn't pin her.

RW: What is she doing? Damn rookies.

JC: Maybe she's into giving Rachel more punishment?

Amphetamine goes to the corner and takes a little walking start, and goes for the Shooting Euphoria. Right before impact, Rachel gets her knees up, and Amphetamine's mid-section lands hard into Rachel's knees. Amphetamine and Rachel are laid out, as the ref starts the 10 count.

1

2

JC: This is insane.

RW: I don't think either of them are getting up

.. 5 .. 6 ..

JC: Wait, Rachel's moving!

RW: I think Amphetamine is getting up too.

9 ...

Amphetamine gets to her feet first, but Rachel also gets to her feet. Amphetamine runs at Rachel and goes for a clothesline, but Rachel ducks the clothesline and hooks in the Kiss.

JC: THE KISS, THE KISS!!! IT'S ALL OVER!

Rachel pulls Amphetamine to the middle of the ring, while still holding the Kiss. Rachel then hits the Kiss Of Death, and pins Amphetamine. The referee makes the count...

1... 2... 3!

JC: She did it! Rachel won the match.

RW: Barely, that match was close as hell.

The referee raises Rachel's hand, even though she's still laid out on the mat, along with Amphetamine.

Lane and Jack Square off, Quickly tying up. Lane Spins and takes Jack down with a drop toe hold. Lane jumps up onto Jack locking on a headlock. Jack rolls over and starts landing elbows to lane. Lane lets him go and the two get back to there feet. And square off again.

RW : Back to square one.

Lane rushes in and jack lands a hard power slam, jumping up and landing one leg drop, then a second, and finally landing a flipping leg drop. Lane rolls out of the way and Jack lands hard. Lane jumps of and lands a quick drop kick to the face, jack pushes himself to a knee. Lane jumps onto the middle rope and moonsaults onto Jacks head, driving it into his knee and splitting him open.

JC: Damn.

Lane pulls him up and suddenly a pyro accidentally goes off The ref looks over there and Jack Drive three hard knees into lanes Groin. Doubling him over and landing a hard DDT.. 1...2...Kickout. Lane gets up with some trouble and staggers around. Blood is now pouring for Jacks face but he seems not to care. He Pushes lane into the corner and whips him across the ring, Landing a huge body splash sending both men to the outside.

RW: Nice.

The ref goes to the outside to See if both men are OK and lane accidentally elbows him in the face. The ref is down and Lane gets up, grabbing a chair. Jack is hurt, and lane swings the chair at him, missing. Jack rolls into the ring and the ref slowly starts to get up. Jack kicks lane in the groin again and grabs the chair away from him, He looks and sees the ref coming, he tosses the chair to lane and drops like he has been hit. The ref sees this and calls for the bell.

Out of nowhere, "Ebolarama" by Every Time I Die blares to life, sending the fans into a roar of approval. Seth Dryden appears on the ramp, without his stolen title belt. The announcement is made that the following match is for the Intercontinental title as Dryden makes his way to the ring, as it's said, Dryden motions his arms at his waist, indicating where the belt should be and mouths the words; 'Wherever it is...'

JC - "Tonight's referee Charles White has one less job, since Dryden's title isn't at hand, haha!"

RW - "The IC Belt of course, currently around the waist of Shawn Walsh..."

JC - "You mean the future Champion..."

RW - "Well, that's one name for him, that's for sure. I ain't using it though."

Seth slides in under the bottom rope and props himself on top of the turnbuckle nearest the commentators table and rouses up the crowd, getting cheers from the adoring crowd at all the right times. He jumps down from the buckles as "Ebolarama" stops playing...

JC - "Dryden isn't looking too up for this - he's working the fans alright, but he's looking a little worse for wear..."

"Throw Yo Hood Up" by Lil' Boosie starts to play on the stereo system as Sean Rollins emerges from the backstage area onto the stage. He gets enough love from the fans to satisfy himself before completing his journey to the ring with a dart to the bottom of then ramp and sliding in under the bottom rope. He stands up in Seth's face and the two exchange a few choice words as the referee struggles to break them to separate corners.

RW - "Rollins is ready for it, Rollins looks like he's ready to drop kick a speeding eighteen wheeler..."

Referee Charles White calls for the bell as Seth moves to Rollins first, Seth looks to lock horns early on, but Rollins bails out with a cheeky closed fist jab before dodging to one side, shimmying his feet and landing another sharp jab, this time to the side of Seth's face.

JC - "A slate on Seth's fighting roots there; Boxing is very much an ingrained sport on the former two times World Champion..."

Seth spots the joke and turns on his heel quickly, he shouts a few inaudible insults at Rollins before adopting a Boxing stance and charging at Sean with a barrage of left and right jabs, Wright is starting to lose control of the bout and hauls them both apart telling them to leave the closed fist stuff to the streets. The come together again, and Rollins fakes a right hook to get Seth's attention as they meet, he looks to block it as Rollins lands a kick in the gut of the IC Champion. He elevates him quickly into a snap suplex and slams him to the mat quickly. Rollins allows him to stand back up before attacking again, this time with a few fore-arms that take seth up against the ropes.

RW - "I think Sean realised pretty quick that he can't stick to a boxing match with Seth, it's a clever mind-game, but Seth just made sure he knew who would win in a boxing bout..."

Rollins bounces Seth off of the ropes and whips him towards the opposite side of the ring, he rebounds himself off of his own ropes to get a bit of momentum as he runs towards the returning Seth, they meet in the middle as Rollins takes Seth down with a nice shoulder tackle. They fall to the ground and Rollins lands on top, he rains a few axe-handle smashes on Seth whilst he can before Dryden rolls outside to escape the attack.

JC - "I thought Rollins would have kept that going there, those double elbows to the face and body of Dryden will have a knock on effect..."

RW - "Definitely, Seth might find himself losing a lot of stamina thanks to the body blows, and maybe a few brain cells from the ones that landed on his head..." Wright holds off Rollins as Seth makes his way back into the ring, they are separated for a moment before Wright moves away again. The lock horns as they get closer and Rollins comes out on top by twisting Seth's arm into wrist-lock. Sean trips Dryden up and falls heavily to the mat locking in an arm-bar as he does, it doesn't last long as Seth gains his freedom with a forward roll and lands kneeling in-front of Rollins, he tips him onto his shoulders and stands up with him in the Death Valley Driver position.

RW - "Great show of strength from Seth here - ouch!"

JC - "Spoke a little too soon there Randy!"

With Seth's stamina depleted a bit, he spent a little too much energy hauling Rollins up, allowing Sean the chance to adjust his position a little on his shoulders and take him tumbling back into a crucifix pin fall.

1... 2...

Kick out! Seth and Rollins get up independently before bouncing off of the opposing ropes and charging at each other again, this time Seth manages to muster up a superbly executed front drop-kick to the face of Rollins, knocking him to the mat face up - he quickly see's his opportunity and catapults himself into the air looking for the Lion Sault...

JC - "King Over Jacks! Dryden has turned this match on it's head from no-where, he's going for the pin... wait?!"

RW - "The lights are off, there's a black out or something here... what the hell's happened!"

As the confusion sets in, the gentle start of "Swan Dive" starts to play out and a spotlight focuses on Shawn Walsh at the top of the ramp, holding the Intercontinental Title high above his head for Dryden to see.

RW - "Walsh is here! The referee can't see the fall, he's not counting!"

JC - "Nobody can see the fall Randy! All we can see is Shawn Walsh, and lets be honest, it's more entertaining than Dryden and Rollins..."

Rw - "Well that's an opinion, again - it's not for me to point out how retarded it is." Shawn makes his way to the ring side and stands in the spotlight with the IC Title in his hands. Dryden leans over the top rope shouting abuse him. Walsh simply looks on smugly, mouthing the words;

'Possession is nine-tenths of the Law, Bitch.'

And slapping the centerpeice of the belt.

RW - "Walsh is taunting Dryden here, he's trying to distract him and cost him the match!"

JC - "Let's be honest Randy, Seth lost this match way before Walsh got involved - that Kings Over Jacks was just luck, Rollins would have kicked outta that!"

The lights come back on as Walsh stands less than two yards away from Seth's torrent of insults, Rollins is back on his feet now and taking stock of the situation. He tries to attack Dryden whilst he's distracted, but the referee stops him, telling him to wait until he's calmed things down, Rollins doesn't listen at first, and Walsh sees his chance, he grabs the belt in both hands and swings for Seth's head, connecting with a sickening thud that catches the ref's attention - but it's too late by then. Walsh is already casually walking around to the other side of the ring as Seth stumbles back into the center of the ring and falls face first. Rollins Takes the initiative and hooks the leg for a pin as Walsh picks up a headset at ringside.

RW - "Rollins is pinning Seth on the back of that sickening attack on him! With his own title no less!"

Walsh - "Like I told that street fightin' pussy up there, Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Randy..."

JC - "I don't know what you're complaining about Randy, that shot with the belt was beautiful!"

RW - "How can you even begin to justify that strike with the belt? It's sick!"

Walsh - "Well... what do you do when something insignificant and annoying is buzzing around in your face Randy? You swat it."

The referee falls to count the pin.

1... 2... Thr- Kick-out!

RW - "Dryden kicked out! He's still in this!"

Dryden does managed the power to kick out just in time, but it doesn't look like it's made much of a difference. Rollins hauls him up to his feet as soon as the fall is broken and Hooks his head and leg before lifting him up above his head, and dropping him in an elevated spike DDT!

JC - "The One-Eight-Seven! It's all over!"

Wright makes the count;

One... Two... Three!

RW - "Sean Rollins has won! He's the new Intercontinental Champion!"

Walsh - "Excuse me, Assholes..."

RW - "Where the hell's he off to?"

Walsh drops his head set and heads towards the ring as the referee calls Sean Rollins as the winner. Walsh rolls in behind Rollins and the Referee and unbuckles the IC Belt again, he clocks Sean over the head before pushing the referee out of the ring then stands over the New Intercontinental Champion and strapping the belt around his own waist.

RW - "Sean Rollins has made a great account of himself here tonight, he bossed the former World Champion for most of what was shaping up to be a great match... but Shawn Walsh has cast a shadow over this match!"

JC - "Get real Randy, These people are laying claim to Shawn's title belt - he's just making sure they know who the real owner is!"

'Swan Dive' plays again as Sean is helped backstage and Walsh struts away ahead of him, celebrating like he's just won the title.

Amanda Summers: The next match, tonight’s main event – is for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship!

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.

Amanda Summers: First, the challenger, weighing in at 254 pounds and at 6’4’’ – he is ‘the Franchise’… Christian Cage!

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.

As the sound of "Du Hast" by Rammstein plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark. The spotlights in the arena start to strobe in unison with the beat of the song. At the entrance way a light under the stage strobes to the song, as smoke fills the way. Out from the back comes Hekutsu, dressed in a black hooded robe, which covers his head to the point you cannot see his eyes.

Amanda Summers: And the reigning world champion, the King of Chaos… the one and only Hekutsu!

He stands, looking around the arena, and then raises his hands in the air. The lights come back on and Hekutsu makes his way to the ring. He uses the ringsteps to make his way to the apron, where he looks out to the fans, and then enters the ring and kneels down in the closest corner, facing the turnbuckles.

Both men keep to their corners as the cage descends around them. Allisa O’Toole herself comes down to the ring and makes sure that the door is locked. She smiles at Hekutsu and gives Cage the thumbs up before walking back up the ramp again.

RW: I can’t help but feel suspicious when that woman has something to do with the match.

The bell rings.

Both men dance around the ring, circling the perimeters until the ref calls them together. He takes the belt from Hekutsu and holds it up in the air. The fans cheer. Not the best of sports, Hekutsu runs to Cage and spear tackles him into the steel cage! He grips him by the hair and head and tosses him across the ring. Hect follows up by running at his downed opponent and drop kicking him while he’s down. The ref counts to five as Hect applies a blatant choke and then soccer kicks Cage before raising his arms and smirking. The fans boo loudly.

JC: A quick assault on Christian may be the sign of things to come. The world champ is on fire!

Hekutsu turns back to his opponent and is hit with a huge low blow that Cage masks with a fireman’s carry. The challenger crawls across the mat and uses the steel mesh to get to his feet. Hekutsu is back up quicker than Cage though and Christian barely misses a kitchen sink attempt. Cage rolls into the turnbuckle and as Hect charges again, he lifts the boot up into the world champ’s jaw! He follows it up by spearing Hect to the ground and laying in the closed fisted punches until the ref throws him off.

RW: I can’t believe that these two men are in the same predicament as before!

JC: Except this time Allisa O’Toole can’t get in to ruin it again. Both of these men… hell, I can’t choose – it could be either man’s night!

Cage drags Hect to his feet and hooks his head under his arm. He charges into the cage to try and ram the champs head into the mesh, but Hect gets his foot up. He uses the momentum to throw Cage back with a high angle back drop. He locks in a armbar that looks like it’s more an attempt to rip the guy’s arm out of it’s socket! Hect lets go leaving Cage to care for his now tender shoulder. The ref warns Hect giving Cage the chance to get up. Hect pushes the ref out of the way and grabs for Cage, but the number one contender ducks the grab and goes behind. In an instant he hits Hect with a reverse DDT, leaving both men gasping for breath.

RW: Smooth work from Cage, but I can’t help but feel that Hekutsu is getting the upper hand so far.

Yet it’s Cage who is up first. He grabs Hect’s hair and lifts him up with one arm, whips him away but keeps a hold of the arm, wrenches it and pulls Hect back, lifting him up, spinning 180 and hitting Hect with a Manhattan drop, springing Hect into the turnbuckle.

Cage turns Hect around and starts using the steel cage to grate away the layers of skin on Hect’s face much to the fan’s delight. Cage pulls him away and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle to show that the facepaint on Hect’s cheek has been rubbed away, leaving raw skin underneath.

Christian runs at his opponent when Hect ducks down and hoists Cage up onto his shoulders as if he were going for a powerbomb. Christian springs over Hekutsu’s head though and lands on the top rope. He starts desperately clambering for the top of the cage but Hect grabs his opponents by the trunks and starts to try and throw him off.

Cage kicks Hect away though and backflips from where he is, hitting a moonsault takedown on a standing Hect. The champ goes down and Cage grabs both of Hect’s legs, pulling them over his head so the front of his body ends up lying on the mat. Cage takes a second to breathe then with a great show of strength lifts Hect off the mat and hits a sitout faceplant wheelbarrow suplex!

Cage falls back but then bounds up to his feet. He walks around the edge of the ring and with a pump of his arms and a shout, he tries to climb the cage as quick as he can. The fans Cage has start chanting his name as he reaches the top of the structure. Hect isn’t far behind though and grabs one of Cage’s ankles, stopping him from climbing down. The champ starts tugging hard, wrenching Cage a little further into the steel cage each time. Cage hangs on to the wire on the corner that suspends the cage when it’s not being used though. Neither man is going anywhere.

RW: Stalemate!

So Hect climbs to the top of the cage too.

JC: Holy poo!

The two men get to their feet and the crowd goes wild! They start exchanging punches until Hect stumbles back. He wavers on the top of the cage and looks like he’s going to fall to the outside!

RW: If he falls, he might end up with a broken neck, but he’ll officially be the winner of the match and still world champion!

Cage rushes forward and manoeuvres well to hit a Japanese arm drag whilst remaining on the top of the cage himself! Hekutsu plummits to the centre of the ring, landing hard on his back! The champion writhes about in pain and Christian is poised to start climbing down to the outside, when he stops and climbs to the top again!

JC: What the hell is he doing?

Just as he’s perched on the top again, Cage leaps off and hits a top of the cage leg-drop over Hekutsu! The fans cheer loudly as both men roll to opposite ends of the rings and neither gets up. The referee spends the next couple of minutes darting from one to the other to make sure they’re both okay.

They use one another as they move along the mat to get up. On their feet, they conduct in a test of strength, both seeming to get the upper hand at points, but in the end, it is Cage who gets close enough to head butt Hect, swings behind and hits him with a whiplash German suplex. Hect bounces off the ground and somehow manages to get right back up to his feet. Christian isn’t expecting the series of right hands as a result. He picks up ground again though when he goes Southpaw jab which connects directly with Hect’s punch. Both of them come out with crunching knuckles, but Cage is able to twist around and nail Hect with a huge superkick!

JC: You know, I’m not sure if that was a smart move.

RW: I’d say so John… Look! Hect is down and Cage’s hand only hurts a little bit. I’d say that was a smart move from the veteran and you know, we can’t forget that Cage is a former multi-time champion himself! He knows exactly what it takes.

JC: Well, we’ll see when Cage wins the World Championship then, won’t we? Hekutsu is a monster! He’s been thrown off the top of the cage and jumped on! But he was still able to get up to his feet and meet Cage like a true world champion!

RW: Yeah, I have to give it to you, Hekutsu has made himself a dominant force since holding the World Title.

Cage waits for the world champion to get back up to his feet before taking to the ropes and hitting him with a shoulder barge that puts Hect’s centre of gravity off normal. Cage hits the ropes again and jumps to hit a high knee up to the top of Hekutsu’s back! Hect goes down and Cage quickly locks in a camel clutch. Something must have gone wrong with the knee as Hect starts screaming in agony. Cage doesn’t let the hold go though.

JC: It might be worth mentioning that earlier tonight, Allisa over-ruled any ongoing rules and rendered submission and pinfalls useless means of winning the match. Knocks outs and getting out the cage are the only things to apply.

RW: …He knows exactly what it takes.

JC: Shut up.

Out of good grace perhaps… or probably boredom, Cage releases the hold and the referee holds Christian back while he sees to the world champion. It doesn’t look good as the ref has to help Hekutsu up to his feet. Neither man known to be a good sport, Cage charges at both the ref and his opponent but somehow, Hect gets a foot to meet Christian’s jaw dead on. Cage falls down and Hect sprawls into the Cage and struggles to keep to his feet.

Cage gets up again but this time Hekutsu is more than ready. He hits Cage with a dragon screw and holds the leg. He drags Cage across the ring and hooks Christian’s foot over the second rope. He starts stomping on the back of Cage’s calf then uses the top rope for leverage as he presses his foot down on top of Cage’s ankle!

Then, escorted by two bodyguards, the newly promoted President of SFT Allisa O’Toole makes her way back to the ring. First she slides a kendo stick through the cage then after two failed attempts, manages to throw a chair and then the world title into the ring. She blows Hekutsu a kiss then gives him the middle finger before storming off again.

RW: See! Is that woman coming or going?

Hect walks to his world title and lifts it up into the air for all the crowds to see it. He goes to hit Christian with it but the sly veteran picked up the kendo stick and hits Hect between the eyes with it. The world champ covers his face for a few moments, then shows a deep cut on his forehead, trickling with blood.

Cage jumps up to his feet and hits Hect on either side of the head with the stick then sets him up and drops him with a Michinoku driver over the chair!

Cage walks around trying to shake off the limp but it doesn’t look like he can. He looks to the top of the cage and shakes his head. He walks up to the ref and points to the door. He wants it unlocked so he can get out the easy way. Hect twitches and rolls over so he obviously isn’t knocked out but this is as good a chance as any.

JC: I think this could be the end of the match, if only the ref can find the key!

The ref is searching all through his attire for the key, but he can’t seem to find it anywhere. He flinches as he turns to look at Cage. The ref shrugs prompting Cage to hit the ref in the face. He turns to the cage and tries his best to get to the top. And what do you know!? He gets up to the top before Hekutsu is up on his feet!

The fans start chanting for Cage but when Hekutsu starts his ascent, the fans start chanting for him too. Half way up the cage with Christian taking the defensive reading to strike down at his opponent, Hekutsu drops back down and gives the door to the cage a little push. It swings open and the fans start booing louder than ever! Hect puts one leg outside onto the apron and looks at Cage with an evil smirk.

JC: Why… Wha-… THE DOOR WAS NEVER LOCKED!

Cage throws himself from the top of the cage at the World Champion and takes him down before he can climb out! Both men end up back down on the mat but now with the door propped open. The ref is first up and has no choice to let the match go on. He does however, throw the weapons outside of the ring.

Both men weary and barely able to stand, get to their knees and start puching at each other as the crowd are going nuts. They slowly get to their feet, Cage nails Hect with a DDT, Christian know up on his feet and the door is on the other side, he doesnt risk going across where Hect is, so Christian starts to climb the cage, Hect gets up and sees Christian, he goes after him, Christian is now almost on the top, his upper half already halfway off the cage, when Hect grabs on to Christians Waist and both men fall backwards off the top of the cage and hit hard, the ring shakes and both men appear to be out cold. The ref doesnt know what to do so he starts his count, 1..2..3..4..5...6...7....8......9............10..

The ref calls for the bell.

RW: What the hell?