Both men are in the ring as the bell sounds.

Jack starts it off with a clothesline then nails Bruce with a double axe handle. Jack now with a leg drop then quickly follows it with an elbow drop. Jack now picks up Bruce and hits a piledriver! As the fans cheer.

RW: Lookit Jack Jones just manhandle Bruce.

Jack climbs the ropes and hits his Night Sky then picks up Bruce climbs the turnbuckles and follows through with his Bloody Steak as Jack covers and the ref counts 1…2…3.

JC: Well Jack won looks like hes off to the ppv to face a friend in Aidan Morag.

Both men are in the ring and Referee Jonas Reynolds has held the belt high announcing that this match was for the Intercontinental Championship. Malinko and Walsh, two of the better performers the towers have ever seen, for one of the top two titles the towers have to offer... taking place so early on the card? The fans were already buzzing thanks to the treat as Reynolds called for the bell and the two men locked up in battle.

JC - "here we go, Malinko and Walsh for the IC Title!"

Once locked up the two twist and turn into a variety of arm-locks and wrist locks until Malinko wrenches in a very tight wrist lock on Walsh's weaker left hand. He starts to hammer at the wrist as soon as he has the advantage and even wrenches him forwards onto his knees before kicking out at the wrist quite feircely.

RW - "Ouch, Malinko isn't letting up after that wrist lock."

Once he's finished attacking Walsh's wrist he startds to drop elbows on his head and back whilst he is on the mat. Walsh curls up and escapes the barrage as soon as he can, elevating himself a few yards away before running back at Malinko looking to hit a clothesline. Walsh is well off his game though and the extended left arm is caught and wrenched into arm drag and hurled towards the ropes. Walsh rolls to his feet, cradling his left arm a little as its been the focus of Malinko's attacks so far. Walsh stands his ground this time as TGM charges forwards, Walsh managed a knee into Malinko's approaching midsection and looks to suplex him as soon as he can, TGM reverses into a Small Package for the early pin though and holds on tight.

RW - "Walsh fails with the suplex attempt and finds himself in a small package for the first pinfal of the match..."

1...

JC - "Walsh is struggling to break out of this..."

2...

Kick-out! After a lot of struggling Walsh breaks free from the tight Small package and rolls away to safety as malinko gets back to his feet. Walsh and Malinko lock up once again, oinly for Walsh to find himself in the vice grip of Malinko as he hauls him to the mat and locks in an Arm-bar on the challenger.

RW - "Malinko again going for that arm!"

JC - "Looks like Malinko has picked his target and is planning on taking it apart here tonight."

Malinko lets him go after a few moments of wrenching that tender left arm out of place and hauls Walsh to his feet. Walsh kicks out at his gut as soon as he's up though and finishes things off with a chicken wing DDT, but it's obvious that using his arm is hurting him. He drags Malinko back up with his right hand and starts to throw loose right hands towards his face. Malinko finds himself reeling back a little after a few stiff shots and is forced into the corner face first, Walsh props him up on the top turnbuckle and looks to hit an elevated back body drop, but Malinko elbows him in the face as soon as he starts setting it up.

JC - "Malinko is fighting back already against what might be a short-lived Walsh revival..."

RW - "Walsh just can't seem to fins his step here tonight..."

Malinko manages to get the advantage and as he does he see's his chance and grabs Walshes right arm from his side before leaping towards the outside of the ring, dragging Walsh arm-first with him. Walsh lands on the ringpost, wrapping it around the steel pole. Having taken an awkward tumble, both men take their time to get back to their feet and inside the ring.

JC - "Shit! Walsh might have broken his arm right there, he was hauled into that steel first off, then he falls to the outside of the ring, agin hitting that arm on the way down!"

Malinko is first up and drags Walsh in tow to the ring. Malinko starts to try and take the Left Arm apart even more with a few kicks and elbows at the joints, causing Walsh a lot of obvious agony.

RW - "I don't think Walsh can take much more of this!"

JC - "I don't think I can watch much more, this is agony to look at..."

Malinko looks at his opponent in agony with his obviously injured arm and takes a degree of pity after almost ruining it, but not too much pity. He locks in a standing crossface on Walsh's sore arm and locks it tight in the middle of the ring, Walsh screams in agony, and the referee Reynolds calls for a break from the hold out of mercy, but Malinko refuses to give up the hold until its ileagal. Walsh struggles through the pain to try and make it to the ropes at the side of the ring, even managing to topple Malinko as he leans towards them, but Malinko just locks in a normal crossface as soon as he can and Walsh finally gives in, tapping the canvas with his free right arm before rolling over and calling for medical attention from the referee.

RW - "The Great Malinko has retained his IC title!"

JC - "At the cost of the challengers left arm, The EMP's are swarming around Walsh here..."

Malinko is presented with the title as EMP's see to Walsh's arm. Malinko walks backstage, surveying his work as Walsh is helped backstage with his arm in a makeshift sling.

The lights goes out and then Red sirens go off.

"I am Invincible!!!"

"Invincible" by Static X blasts over the arena's P.A. system as out steps "The ICON" Sean Mason appears to a enourmous crowd reaction of boos. He walks down the aisle and to the ring apron as he leaps up onto the ring and has the ring announcer hold up the second rope as he slides through it. He gets on the turnbuckles and poses for the crowd.

JC - "Were looking at two men who we're told go way back, even before their SFT careers!"

RW - "They have a tremendous ammount of respect for one another, and here's hoping it shows through tonight..."

"Creep" by Radiohead slowly fades in - a voice comes on and says, "Bow Down Blockheads!"

BAM! BAM! BAM!

JC - "I can't believe that after all this time - I still get tingles down my back when Legend is coming out to the ring!"

RW - "Johnny Legend has been nothing short of a legacy in the towers history, strecthing as far back as Rookie days as 'the V word' to his latter day success as the World Champion!"

Fireworks go off ontop of the ramp. "Creep" by Radiohead really kicks in, as the mist slowly fades away from the fireworks. Suddenly, Johnny Legend walks through the mist. Sporting flashy purple tights and jacket, as he stands ontop of the ramp.

Johnny Legend slowly walks up the steps, and gives a few words to the fans... Some unkind words. He then gets into the ring and steps into the middle... Fireworks burst to the sides of the ring - Legend turns slowly around in a full circle and shows his winning smile. The mist clears after a few seconds, and Johnny Legend takes his jacket off which he tosses to the ringside staff.

JC - "All that time away from the ring and he still knows the routine, he hasn't even missed a beat!"

The two men nod at one another respectfuly before the bell rings and they come together. Mason starts well with rights and lefts all hitting the rights spots before he lets up and elevates his knee into the chest of Legend. Legend doubles over as Mason grabs him at the hips and hauls him up for a powerbomb early on, but the ever-inovative Johnny Legend has lost none of his edge and reverses it into a falling X-Factor.

JC - "It's moves like this that SFT misses without people of this calibre!"

Legend Picks Mason up and throws a few punches of his own at his foe. They battle it out in the middle of the ring until Legend takes the upper hand and forces Mason against the ropes. Legend rebounds off of the middle ropes and leaps forwards in a springboard neckbreaker that takes Mason the mat with an inglorious thud.

RW - "A very unusual neckbreaker from Johnny Legend there."

Mason rolls onto his back and Legend climbs into a pin.

1...

2...

Kick out.

RW - "I think Legend might wantt o end this one soon, he may not have the stamina to go all night like he used to here..."

Mason is hauled to his feet by legend as he batters his back with big right hands looking to weaken him and take the wind out of his sails, but against the odds Mason bursts out and shrugs off a few of Legends punches, forcing him off balance. Mason charges forward with a strong clothesline that takes Legend to the mat only for him to rebound back to his feet, Mason returns with a side on Yakuza kick as soon as Legend is up and Johnny is forced tumbling out of the ring.

JC - "Yeouch!"

RW - "Johnny is on the receieving end of a full force Yakuza kick there!"

Johnny props himself on the side of the ring apron and Mason baseball slides out and knocks him into the security banner shoulder first. Johnny finds himself draped over the banner as Mason approaches him and starts to thud down hard on his exposed back. He hauls him by the head off the barrier before forcing him face first back into it.

JC - "Mason is starting to stamp his authority on this match now, making sure he's not being overshadowed by oone of SFT's best..."

Mason rolls Legend back into the ring and he starts to clamber to his feet as Mason clambers onto the apron and Poses for the crowd, meanwhile Legend is catching his second wind and takes note of his situation. He makes his way to the opposing ropes and as Mason turns to re-enter the ring, he shits him with a flying drop-kick that lands suspisciously close to his southern borders.

RW - "Classic Legend, you may not aggree with the target, but the timing is undisputedly perfect."

Legend grabs Mason and throws him over the top rope into the ring where he starts to kick him on the mat. Legend elevates Mason level with him and executes a nice Falcon Arrow suplex before lifting the legs up for the pin.

1...

2...

Kick out!

JC - "Old school Falcon Arrow being dragged out of the undergrowth there..."

Legend rolls away and gets to his feet as mason tries to get up by himself. Legend stalks him closely from behins and throws him him backwards in a belly to back suplex as soon as he is up. Johnny drops into another cover as he senses Mason might just be losing his foothold in the match.

It seems like Mason seemed to be getting the upper hand for a while, but he let Johnny get his breath back and now he's starting to turn this match into his own."

1...

2...

Kick out!

RW - "Legend looks to be getting a bit frustrated here!"

Legend can't believe that he's not putting Mason away with these pins and props him up one last time. He signals to the crowd before attacking with a Superkick, but Mason catches his foot and spins him round before hitting a german with a birdge to the pinfal almost out of no-where.

JC - "Mason may have just stolen it, he bridges for a pin completely out of no-where!"

1...

RW - "Legend is struggling to get free from the locked grip of Mason's hands!"

2...

Kick out!

Legend rolls back with a shocked look in his face as mason stumbles forwards looking a bit worse for wear. Legen charges forwards with a spear taking Mason to the ground and continues the assault by reigning down clenched fists on his opponent. Mason manages to struggle out a bit though and forces Johnny onto the mat and starts to deliver his own blows as the referee eventually has to get involved and break the men apart.

RW - "Just as well the referee got involved there, that was dangerously close to becoming handbags at dawn stuff..."

Legend seems to retire to the corner of the ring for a rest for a moment while the referee is talking to Mason.

JC - "Hey, is he taking off the Buckle padding?"

Mason charges towards Legend as he turns back towards the ring again, as he does Legend sidesteps the charge and rams Mason's head into the exposed steel! Mason stumbles out of the corner, staggering into the perfect position for Legend who immediatly signals to the crowd about his intentions.

RW - "The resoulution!"

JC - "It's all over now!"

Legend makes the pinfall.

1...

2...

3!

JC - "It may have been a one off match for Johnny Legend, but that doesn't mean we didn't enjoy it. Legend makes it known that he can still hold his own within the squared circle here in SFT."

Remedy by Seether kicks up the speakers, and the crowd roars. The Almighty Bear walks out of the back, raises two fingers in the air, pointing skyward, and ambles down to the ring. He sheds his trenchcoat, hands it to a waiting techie, then pulls off his red shirt, throwing it into the crowd. He climbs into the ring and removes his glasses, handing them to another tech.

RW: The Almighty Bear has a great chance to prove his worth here tonight. A match with the world champion! Whoo-ee. I can bet Shadow is watching this backstage… or in the darkness. Wherever Shadow watches the show.

JC: And the best part of it, is that he looks pumped!

RW: King has got to be on a low too… I heard he has been penalised for no showing last week against Hardcore Hect. I don’t know if that bothers a man like King, but we still haven’t heard why he didn’t show up last week!

Die, Die My Darling by Metallica starts to play! The fans go hysterical with cheers. Slowly, the fans start to boo when King doesn’t show up.

JC: Not again!

Then ‘No One Knows’ by QOTSA starts up and Rachel Pitt storms out and down the ramp. She looks a lot better compared to the week before. She gets to the ring and stares at Bear. Then she starts screaming at him.

RW: Rachel is telling him King isn’t going to show up!

She jumps onto the apron and screams at him some more. Bear tries to calm her down since she’s over reacting, but when he approaches her, she sprays the Pink Mist into his eyes! She climbs into the ring and slaps him. Then she hits him with a flurry of kicks and finally knocks him down with a running spinning heel kick. She shouts over and over again that he isn’t going to show up.

JC: Pitt has definitely lost it.

She falls to the mat, exhausted then sits up a moment later with a newly found perk in her eyes. She speaks to the referee for a moment and then as she lifts Bear up onto his feet, the bell rings. Bear strikes out into air and grabs her around the throat. With his other hand he pokes her in the eye with his thumb. He lifts her up for the Maul, but she goes behind. Pitt locks in the Kiss!

RW: I love how she can lock that move in out of no where! Bear is as good as gone!

Says Randy. Bear flips her over somehow with some kind of judo toss! It breaks the hold anyway. He looks at Pitt and shakes his head. The fans cheer him as he leaves the ring.

ONE. TWO. THREE. FOUR.

Bear stops half way up the ramp as he hears the referee counting him out. He turns around and stares in disbelief. Didn’t he hear the bell ring?! He jogs back into the ring and for reasons unbeknownst to Bear, they cheer even louder. He looks at Pitt and pins her with a foot on her chest.

ONE. TWO… She kicked out.

Bear can’t believe she did it. He can’t believe he’s in a match with her either. He walks slowly around the ring then stares at Pitt while she struggles onto her feet.

JC: I don’t think the Almighty Bear wants to hurt Pitt tonight.

Almost reluctantly, he moves forward and hits her hard with the Maul.

RW: That’s right. Put that bitch to sleep!

He’s about to cover when a smile comes over his face. He lifts her back up and with a sickening grin, he drops her with a second Maul. He puts his massive paw over her face and the ref counts.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

The scene cuts back to the ring where Pitt is being helped back up to the backstage to clear her head for a minute or two. She limps about then she falls to her knees at the top of the ramp! She fights off the officials helping her as the referee jogs out from the back carrying something. No One Knows by QOTSA begins to play again and Pitt climbs to her feet. With her back to the crowd, she tidies her hair, then turns around. She raises her arms into the air looking as if she was just fresh for the night! The referee grabs her hand and hands her…

RW: John, that’s the world title!

The fans become frenzied with cheers and chants. Pitt makes her way back down to the ring with the officials helping her back down. She keeps shoving them away as she valiantly climbs into the ring. She slides the world title out of the way; out of the ring and leans up against the ropes.

The lights lower and “London Bridge (Southern Charm Remix)” by Fergie begins. Red police lights begin flashing everywhere and spot lights move all over the crowd like search lights. Amy Jo steps out onto the stage and throws her arms up. She races down to the ring, wasting no time, and slides in.

Amy Jo looks at Rachel and takes to the other side of the ring.

RW: Well it looks like the Lethal Lottery is coming to a…

The guitar intro to "Hollow" by Godsmack kicks in. Three strums, and a drumbeat, it repeats, when slowly the lights dim and the back curtian starts to extrude fog from the back as a faint spotlight shines. Slowly from in back The Dark Wolf steps out. He looks over the arena as if taking a deep breath. His eyes wander as he then begins to make his way to the ring. He then rolls into the ring to his feet.

He turns and climbs the turnbuckle leaning forward as cameras flash about him. He winks at Rachel and Amy Jo in turn then slides out of the other end of the ring, to where Randy and John are sitting. He joins them and puts on a headset.

DW: Evening, ladies.

RW: Why are you here?

DW: Why shouldn’t I be here, Randy? The truth is that you need me out here. Each week you grow a little bit staler. I thought I would make things interesting for once. Plus, I have first hand experience of what those hags can do. Cheating wrenches. I’m the only person at this table who knows what they’re talking about.

JC: Will you shut up?!

DW: Last week, I had to fight by myself because my partner was beyond ineptitude. I should be in that ring now. I’m not that bitter. Or jealous… but I promised myself I would be here. This form is as good as any other. Three people cost me that match. On Titans, you saw me extract my revenge on one of them. I cost Hect his title… two little piggies are left. I’ll get those man beasts with mammories soon enough.

The bell rings and Pitt is straight in there with kicks and body blows. She follows it up with an arm wrench, a blow to Amy Jo’s elbow and finally flips her over into an armbar. Amy struggles out and covers Pitt with a jacknife pin. Rachel kicks out and tries to lock in a crossface while Amy Jo is still on her front. Smyth gets her foot to the rope and the ref splits the two up.

JC: Do you think Amy Jo knows the belt is around?

RW: That I couldn’t tell you. What’s the deal with that?

DW: Heh. Perhaps King felt guilty about sitting on that title, keeping it warm but not having the parts to defend it.

Amy Jo whips Pitt into the ropes and then hits her with a powerslam on the rebound. Pitt gets right back up to her feet and ducks a high dropkick. She also flips away from a leg sweep from Amy Jo. She falls forward and hits Amy Jo with an elbow to the gut. Amy Jo writhes in pain while Pitt crawls out of the ring to the outside.

DW: Something tells me it’s not going to Rachel’s night. This is the Lethal Lottery final! Why are you running away!

Amy gets up to her feet and looks around for Pitt. She peers over the edge of the ring while Pitt slides in behind her. At full speed, Rachel hits Amy with a spear into her back! Smyth collapses and Pitt rolls back onto the mat. Amy gets up first holding her back. Unimpressed, she starts laying in hard stomps on Pitt. She runs into the ropes, then hits a flipping senton on Pitt. She goes for a cover but Pitt gets her hand to the ropes!

DW: Both of these women have such unorthodox styles… even I have to admit they’re worth respecting.

Pitt is met with a knee to the jaw as she gets to her feet. She tumbles back into the turnbuckle and Amy Jo lifts her up to the top rope. AJ then climbs up to the top behind her. She goes for a Frankensteiner but Rachel erupts out of the turnbuckle and reverses the move into a huge fall forward powerbomb! Instead of going for the pin though, she lets out a shriek as she throws her hand into the air.

DW: Jesus, she’s dislocated her thumb.

RW: What? Is that serious?

JC: Don’t watch.

Rachel lets out another shout as she slips it back into place. Amy Jo comes out of no where and jumps up from behind to strike Pitt on the top of her head with an elbow! Pitt jogs into the ropes and then on her return attacks Amy with a whole assault of kicks. It looks painful but AJ blocks most shots.

She fights back with a poke to the eye, then a knee to the gut, a side standing kick and then a yank on Rachel’s thumb. AJ wrenches Rachel’s arm, locks in a headlock and runs forward to hit the bulldog. She rolls Rachel over and grabs Rachel’s legs. She falls back and propels Pitt into the air, into the top rope. She falls over the top of it and lands on the outside!

RW: So what do you have planned tonight?

DW: Hmm? Oh, nothing spectacular. Even though everything I do is usually better than what the average humanoid can muster up. Sometimes it’s not fair… being me. It doesn’t feel like karma is handed out in equal amounts. Then the powers that be deliver the good dosage.

AJ Goes to the outside and slams Pitt’s head on the apron getting a pop from the fans. Then she whips Rachel into the steel steps. Amy Jo runs after her and lands a leg drop. She lifts Pitt to her feet and pushes her against the security rail. AJ climbs quickly onto the apron and then after soaking in a huge pop, she jumps off and hits a missile dropkick on Pitt!

Smyth goes straight back to her and throws her into the ring. She jumps to the top rope and bounces off, hitting a basic body splash and pins. The fans count along.

ONE

TWO

“THREE” – But Pitt kicks out! The match continues! The crowd chants ‘Rachel’ as she somehow gets to her feet. Megan tries to take off her head with a clothesline, misses, waits a second and then hits a mule kick in Pitt’s gut. She then runs into the ropes and hits her with the Southern Charm! She goes for the pin again!

ONE

TWO

THR- Pitt kicks out again!

DW: Anybody with half a brain would have managed to pin her by now. She doesn’t have anything left in her. Mentally or physically. Rachel has always been full of bravado and she’s a brilliant actor. Oh, she looks fighting fit. But she wasn’t lying when she said she was dead inside. AJ can’t even beat Rachel’s empty husk.

AJ looks frustrated and leans against the turnbuckle. She turns back around and almost impossibly, Pitt is up on her feet. She takes Smyth by surprise and hits her with the Making Babies combination. Pitt collapses on AJ, the ref takes it a pin, but she only gets a crisp two count. AJ forces out and lifts Pitt up with her as she stands to her feet. AJ is half expecting the Pink Mist when it comes, and she shields her eyes. It takes her by surprise to see blood trickling from the side of Rachel’s mouth.

RW: Rachel must be bleeding internally.

JC: She probably just bit her tongue too hard!

DW: Still, it’s a nice new party piece either way.

It gives Pitt the chance to hit AJ with a roundhouse kick to the neck. It brings AJ down to her hands and knees. Rachel tries to capitalise by locking in the Kiss, but she doesn’t quite get it. AJ scurries to the ropes. With one last push, Rachel grabs AJ by the hair and forces her into the pumphandle position.

JC: Ooooh, I love these kind of moves.

She lifts her up then drops her straight on her head. The ref pulls Rachel back and checks to see if AJ is KO’ed or… something worse. She doesn’t move.

Pitt, always with a barrel full of care and sympathy, starts an ascent up to the top rope. The Dark Wolf pulls away from his chair and pulls out an aerosol can. He shakes it as he climbs up on the apron. He gets her attention just as she’s ready to leap off and he sprays it into her face! She sits back into the top rope and scratches at her eyes. TDW takes his seat back at the announcers table.

RW: WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR!

DW: It was an ample opportunity to get revenge.

He puts the can of fly killer onto the announcers table and watches Pitt stand back up.

DW: I don’t know how she does the pink mist, but I thought an eye for an eye was just enough. Fair really. She cost me the match last week with… the ‘Pink Miiiist’… and now I want to see her fall out of the sky.

Pitt signals that’s she about to jump. She shouts at the ref to move out of the way even though she can’t see what she’s doing. She jumps off and still manages to hit the shooting star leg drop. Unfortunately, AJ isn’t there when she lands. She howls out in pain then rolls onto her side. She coughs as blood starts pooling at her mouth. AJ is up and while she’s wary about the blood, the props Pitt’s limp body over the top rope. Seconds later… she’s hit Rachel Pitt with The Georgia Sunset!

ONE

TWO!

THREEEEEEE!

RW: She did it! Amy Jo did it! She’s won the Lethal Lottery.