RW: We're getting ready for a triple threat match!

Sound of Heaven by Slayer hits the P.A. System as Louis Cypher comes out from the backstage. He walks down to the ring and enters under the bottom rope.

JC: Louis Cypher in the ring. This three way dance will be a goodun.

RW: Good like your mother!

JC: ....asshole

The sound of a guitar rift echoes through the arena as the lights fade out. After 25 seconds the arena is pitch black and quit. Suddenly, "Born a Broken Man" by Rage Against The Machine starts up again as the arena flashes red and orange lights. The stage fills with smoke as 2 men walk out it, Ace and Johnny Arnette. Both men walk down the ramp to the deafening sound of "boos". At the bottom of the ramp Ace turns to his left and walks up the stairs as Arnette diverts to the right. Once on the right hand side, Arnette slides his knees against the ring and turns to face the crowd, kneeling on the apron looking up with his arms in the air. The lights come back on as Arnette gets up and steps into the ring.

RW: Arnette and Ace in the ring. These guys are going places.

JC: I don't think Ace should be at ringside.

RW: Johnny is already outnumbered, he needs the help.

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 Hectzilla, dressed in a black hooded robe, which covers his head to the point you cannot see his eyes. He stands, looking around the arena, and then raises his hands in the air. The lights come back on and Hardcore Hect makes his way to the ring. He uses the ringsteps to make his way to the apron, where he walks to the center of the apron, looking into the ring. He reaches up with both hands to his hood, like he's going to pull it back, but instead rips the hood, followed by the robe, in half, and lets it fall to the ground. Hect gets into the ring and goes to a corner, where he kneels facing the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

JC: The former world champ is in the ring.

RW: Greatest title reign ever...NOT!

Hect, Cypher and Arnette stare each other down. The referee calls for the bell and all three men run at each other and start trading blows. Hect punches Cypher, Arnette gives Hect a haymaker, sending him backwards. Cypher recovers and gives Arnette a kick in the face. Arnette falls to one knee and Hect quickly runs and hits a shining black (step up kick to the face) to Arnette. Cypher quickly gets behind Hect and attempts an unprettier, but Hect pushes him off, sending Cypher to the ropes. Cypher rebounds, going for a clothesline, but Hect ducks as Arnette stands up, with Cypher coming at him with a clothesline. Arnette quickly also ducks the clothesline and hooks Cypher's arm and spins him around hooking him into a Death Valley Driver, and sending Cypher to the mat. Arnette pins, but Hect quickly breaks it up.

JC: The pace of this match is uncanny.

RW: LIKE THE X-MEN!

JC: Shut up...

Arnette and Hect trade punches as Cypher lays on the mat. On the outside of the ring Ace grabs two steel chairs and leaves one on the apron behind Arnette, as he still trades punches and chops with Hect. Ace then jumps up on the otherside of the ring, with the steel chair in hand. The ref and Ace fight with the chair as Hect kicks Arnette in the face and sends him spinning backwards to the ropes, where the chair is waiting for him. Hect follows Arnette, and Arnette quickly grabs the chair and jams it into Hect's stomach. Hect turns around and falls to his knees holding his gut. Cypher comes over, still a little groggy and gets a chair slammed to his head. Arnette then throws the chair out of the ring and falls to his kneees.

JC: HOLY SHIT. Arnette just took out Hect and Cypher with that steel chair.

RW: See, the odds were even.

Cypher's laid out on the mat and Arnette picks up Hect and sets him up for a Jesus Driver, but Hect gets out of Arnette's grip and picks up Arnette in an Electric Chair. But Arnette reaches down and rakes Hect's eyes. Hect falls, and Arnette hooks the Jesus Driver again and hits it. Cypher is seen slowly getting up and Arnette runs over to him to him and gives him God's Call. Cypher taps out before he starts losing consciousness.

JC: Cypher taps out. Hect's laid out. Arnette seems to have dominated this match.

RW: I think I'm winning a few grand.

JC: Another bet?

RW: Yes yes. Very profitable.

Ace gets into the ring and raises Johnny Arnette's hand.

"King Klick" by Kottonmouth Kings blares over the PA system as the lights fade, a green spotlight shines on the entrance, and yellow smoke fills the entryway. Ring Announcer: And now introducing.... At a combined weight of 357 lbs... Brad Wolfe... Amphetamine... the HIGH ROLLERS!! Out of the back strolls Amphetamine and Brad Wolfe.

The two pose on stage a moment, recieving a mixed reaction from the crowd. They look at one another and then sprint down to the ring. They both slide in and run to opposite turnbuckles. They raise their arms in the air as pyro shoots out of the remaining two ring posts. Wolfe hops down as Amphetamine does her usual backflip to the middle of the ring. They loosen up and await the fight.

Amanda Summer: And now, for the tag team champions! First off… The Great Malinko!

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.

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

The bell rings with Brad Wolfe and Havoc starting out.

JC: You know, Allisa doesn’t seem too happy that Brad and Amphetamine got a shot before her two pets.

RW: Allisa can choke on a cock.

Havoc is quick to smack a few left hands into Brad’s gut and then go behind to hit a very quick Chaos Drop. It almost looks like it’s enough to take Brad out but Amphetamine jumps onto the top rope and hits a corkscrew 450 splash, breaking the hold!

RW: AMAZING MOVE!

Malinko climbs into the ring to save his partner, grabbing Amphetamine by her hair and throwing her off. He goes to pick her back up but she hits him in the groin. She doesn’t let him fall to his knees though. She goes for the Adrenaline Rush but Malinko lifts her back up and hits her with a huge spinebuster.

JC: I guess this is a tornado match now?

Wolfe gets back up and slaps Havoc across the face. Havoc returns the favour, then hits the snapmare and follows it up with a knee to the side of the head. Wolfe rolls over and climbs quickly to his feet. Havoc tries to hit him with a haymaker but Wolfe ducks and hits an uppercut of his own. Malinko, finished with Amphetamine walks up to help his partner and the two of them whip him into the ropes.

RW: This is going to huuuuuurt.

Wolfe stops dead in his tracks though, hits Malinko with a jab to the face, kicks Havoc in between the legs and then spear tackles Malinko to the ground. Out of nowhere, Amphetamine slides across the ring and rolls up Havoc with a school boy!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Havoc looks pissed off but Amphetamine is able to rake his eyes and then hits the tomoi flip and begins hitting Havoc across the face with axe handles as she pins his shoulders against the mat with his legs.

Havoc keeps lifting his shoulders to break the pin but he can’t shake her off. His nose starts bleeding and it only stops when Brad Wolf accidentally whips TGM into the two of them, knocking Amphetamine off and allowing Havoc to lock in the Cattle Mutilation. Meanwhile, TGM hits a DDT on Wolfe.

RW: She’s going to give up!

JC: She has to get up, there’s no where out!

TGM only makes the matter worse when he locks in the Boston Crab too! She’s screaming and Brad is shouting back at her, begging for her not to give up. Eventually he is back onto his feet and TGM releases his hold. He runs at Brad but the lighter man gets out of the way and aids him out of the ring via going in between the ropes. He lands hard on the outside, face first!

RW: OUCHY!

Brad grabs Havoc’s legs and catapaults him into the turnbuckle, forcing him to break the hold but leaving Amphetamine looking slightly broken! Brad checks on her, only to be clubbed around the back of the head with a big boot from Havoc!

The former world champion goes to follow up with a sit out powerbomb, but Wolfe starts hitting Havoc and Amphetamine sweeps his feet out from under him, leaving Wolfe on top with the pin. The ref starts counting and Amphetamine uses the ropes and helps pin too!

ONE!

TWO!

T- NO! Havoc somehow manages to kick out on his own!

Malinko gets back into the ring with a bloodied lip and looks at Wolfe. Brad and Amphetamine go to hit a double clothesline on him but TGM ducks. The two of them then shuffle backwards and hit a double superkick! TGM goes flying across the ring! Then Havoc gets back up and the two of them hit him with Deuces Wild! Amphetamine covers!

ONE

TWO! Kickout!

Malinko helps break up the pin!

RW: I tell you what John, the tag team champions are being given a rough time here.

JC: But Brad and Amphetamine are doing exactly what needs to be done! They’re keeping the champs apart and ripping them to shreds two against one! If they keep this up they’re going to win!

Malinko whips Amphetamine into one set of ropes and Brad into the opposite ones, when they meet up in the centre of the ring, TGM brings their heads together in a huge thump. Both of them are sent down giving the ref and TGM the chance to bring Havoc back up to his feet.

Havoc grabs Amphetamine and throws her out of the ring, leaving just the tag champs and Wolfe! TGM starts off with rough knuckle shots to the mid section and lifts Wolfe up for a chokeslam! Havoc drops to one knee and Malinko brings Brad down over Havoc’s knee!

RW: OH GOD!

Then to add insult to injury, they celebrate in the ring until Amphetamine crawls into the ring. This time she manages to hit the Adrenaline Rush on Malinko, but Havoc hits her with the Deicide, bringing her down over Wolfe. He rolls her off of him and covers Wolfe!

ONE!

TWO!

RW - "Tonight we've got a treat for you guys! Christian Cage will make his first title defence against the man that is on a mission to prove that he is still World Title Material."

JC - "Damn right - like them or not these guys are at the peak of their condition, they'll make a great match-up here tonight!"

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 striketron change to a big grey screen.

Amanda Summers - "The following match up is set for one fall, and it is for the Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Osaka, Japan and weighing in at two hundred and thirty six pounds, The Child of the Stars, Jeff King!"

"Phthsis" by Sleepytime Gorilla Museum hits the stereo system as a beautiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon appears on the striketron. The darkness of the arena is dazzled by golden lights that flash everywhere, and start to pulsate back and forward to silver every second. There is an audible sigh over the sound system and in that instance white powder begins to call from the arena ceiling. Soon, the striketron shows images of past Jeff King matches from SFT and RWA. Finally, the last image shown is of Jeff King holding the SFT title above his head after his first world title win.

RW - "And that's a scene Jeff King will be looking to emulate here tonight against Christian Cage, raising that coveted belt over his head and declaring himself once more the king of SFT!"

JC - "A man with a point to prove here in SFT, convinced that the roster have written him off - Jeff King will be going all out to end this match the winner."

JEFF KING appears on the striketron as King walks from behind the curtains with Pitt at his side, dressed in torn and tattered battle clothes. They are black and show wear from any battles, As if it's tradition to wear them in each battle he had. The crowd beings to cheer, 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 barbed wire, tied together into a huge rope of wire. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizzazz of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Jeff makes his way to the ring, slapping the fans hands, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, cheer him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his shirt, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and nods to the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring with his barbed wire.

JC - "Jeff King is ready for a fight here tonight - and no doubt Rachel Pitt will be willing to help in whatever way she can..."

The arena is plunged into darkness, but a with a gold spotlight shining down on the stage directly in front of the video wall.

Amanda Summers - "And introducing the Champion, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in this morning at two-hundred and fifty four pounds, your SFT World Champion, The Franchise, Christian Cage!"

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 hail of boos from the disapproving crowd, some sections of which have taken it upon themselves to call the champion an asshole.

RW - "Cage getting the reception of a lifetime here as he makes his entrance... the crowd are ruthless when they don't like you..."

JC - "With everything he's going through at the moment, I think it's almost unforgivable to give that man a hard time. I'm putting my chips on the table right here and saying Christian Cage is going to come out of this one as the winner..."

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 fireworks dies away, Cage turns to face the ring and begins a slow, purposeful strut down the aisle with his World Title wrapped around his waist. As he passes a camera, he points to it and mouths the word 'mines'.

RW - "That's the prize on offer tonight, if King can win - he'll get his hands on that gold!"

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 his black t-shirt, revealing his toned, muscular upper body saving the best for last as he unbuckles his Title belt and holds it up to the crowd and signals for the bell.

RW - "It's all go now!"

JC - "The fans are already giving Cage a hard time here and he's not even thrown a punch yet."

Boos echo around the arena as Cage kicks off with a quick jab at an unready Jeff King as then referee is busy placing the world title to one side. Cage continues it with a quick kick to the gut and a well executed DDT that tips King on his back early on. Christian takes the advantage whil he has it and locks in a straining arm bar to the disapproval of the jeering crowd.

JC - "An intense start for my pick for tonight's winner, bursting out of the traps for this match."

They both stand up, separated by the referee as he tries to make the match go smoothly. Jeff king pushes the referee aside quickly and lunges into a spearing attack on Christian Cage, taking him to the mat powerfully before grabbing at his legs and trying to twist him into a sharpshooter, but it's too early and Cage musters the leg strength to catapult King back against the ropes before he can lock it in and springs to his feet straight away. Cage and King lock horns as the come together in the middle of the ring once again.

RW - "Cage has taken the early initiative here, but he might lose momentum with the tie-up."

JC - "The fundamental evener in every match is when they lock horns; you can guarantee the momentum stops there."

King twists Cage's arm into an artful wrist lock and wrenches it home a few times before hitting a sharp kick to the side of his exposed ribs. He follows the kick with a chop to the same spot as he drives Christian back into the corner of the ring. Another chop forces Christian against the turnbuckle and Jeff King starts throwing closed fists at the face of the Champion. The referee comes in to break things up as Cage rubs his aching jaw in the corner.

RW - "Cage is complaining about a few of the sharper shots there, open fist fighting only in that ring remember..."

JC - "Bitchslaps, in other words."

Cage bursts out of the corner as soon as the referee is out of his way and takes Jeff King down with a hefty clothesline, but King is determined and scrambles back to his feet, only to find Christian measuring an elbow to the face as he reverses back towards him, King falls hard holding his face as Cage mouths off about settling the score for the punches.

RW - "Jesus Christ that elbow made a sickening noise on Jeff King's face as it collided!"

Cage picks up both of King's legs as he is on the mat and stops to look to the outside of the ring towards the ramp with a scowl on his face.

RW - "I think Cage see's someone, the referee is looking to see who's there..."

JC - "There's no-one there... wait!"

As soon as the referee's attention is taken away, he lunges a stamp at the groin of Jeff King, folding him up on the mat before Christian Cage drops to his knees and makes the first pin fall of the match.

1...

2...

Kick out!

JC - "King gets a shoulder up in the nick of time!"

Jeff King gets a shoulder up and rolls out of the cover, still cradling his southern territory. Christian Cage hauls him to his feet - sore nuts and all - before throwing him towards the nearest ropes. As King returns Cage seems to take him up for a Spine buster, but as he peaks in the air, Christian grabs his thighs and falls, taking King to the mat in elevated sit-out powerbomb!

RW - "Wow! A thunderous sit-out powerbomb from Christian Cage!"

Christian Cage makes a cover as King stays motionless on the mat for a moment.

1...

2...

Kick-out!

RW - "Another kick-out from King!"

King picks himself up using the ropes he bounced back from not long ago, and in a short time finds himself back on his feet and confronting a frustrated Christian Cage who is wondering what it takes to keep him down. Cage lunges forward with a fore-arm to the face, but amazingly King pulls out a reversal by grabbing the arm and spinning Christian to face the other way, once he's behind him King launches him over the top rope in a release German Suplex, causing Cage to land on the protected concrete outside the ring and fold up like a dropped accordion. Cage looks hurt and the referee calls for some assistance to check up on him on the outside while Jeff King soaks up the cheers from the crowd, as if he's in some alternate reality where every cheer is a rallying cheer from a diehard fan. Medics sit Christian Cage up on the outside and check his vision before sending him back into the ring.

JC - "Christian Cage returns to the ring after a thunderous fall to the floor, thankfully there's not enough damage to keep him out of this match."

Cage rolls back in and the referee holds King off for a few moments until he stands up and finds his bearings. Once he has, King and Cage walk towards each other and start to exchange blows. A right hand from Christian leads to a left chop from King, which leads on to a left handed punch to the gut from Cage and finaly a fore-arm blow to the face from King throws Cage off balance. He stumbles back and King Charges at him, Christian dodges out of the way though and catches him around the wais before rolling him up in schoolboy pin!

1...

2...

Kick out! King leaps up quickly and strikes out at Christian Cage with a gut kick folding him over. King locks his arms around his Christian's waist and hoists him up for a Gutrench suplex, he keeps his arms locked and hauls Christian up for another once he's done it. He hauls him over for a second and maintains his vice grip around the waist of the champion as he looks for a third. This time though, Christian tries to get an advantage now by elbowing King in the ribs, but King perseveres and elevates Christian into the air, as he flips him over for the suplex though, Christian manages to land on his feet and King falls on his back, Cage takes advantage of the situation and leaps onto the second rope and catapults himself into a lionsault that hits King dead on. Christian is unaware of the significance though, and doesn't capitalise, instead rolling out of a cover and trying to regain his composure after the double suplex.

RW - "King managed to gain a lot with the two Gutwrench suplexes, but Christian clawed himself back with that lionsault - now both of them are struggling to stand up here."

Cage and King take their time as they clamber up separate ropes to their feet. They start walking towards each other, tentatively as neither is too steady on their feet. They stare at each other through respect that has been fashioned since the begining of this match and both men start to move towards one another threateningly, causing the crowd to surge a cheer through the ranks in anticipation. They collide in a fray of furious blows once again in the centre of the ring, each man trying to throw a harder punch than the last as they cling to one another with their free hands. Cage manages to block one of Kings right hands, but King ducks the returning shot from Christian and they both spin on their heels and grapple for the advantage, they wrench each other back and forth without finding a clear winner, until Christian is forced into the corner of the ring still locked in battle with King. In the corner Christian uses the second ropes to his advantage and gains the leverage to push King back into the centre of the ring. Once in the middle of the ring, Christian looks to strike King with his right hand, but as soon as he lets go of King's shoulder, King twists the remaining arm into a Hammer-lock and starts to wrench it home as the champion is forced to his Shoulder being torn from its socket ruthlessly.

JC - "One thing is for sure, both of these wrestlers are going to find themselves tired at the end of this match!"

Christian Cage tries to escape the hold in vein for a moment before hitting on an idea, he struggles through the pain to pull King towards the turnbuckles and plants his feet on the second ropes to relieve the pressure of the hold. He then leaps to then top rope and catapults himself back, grabbing Kings head as he goes and taking him down face-first with a bulldog.

RW - "The crowd don't seem too happy about who done it, but they can't help but cheer as the champion innovates his way out of that hold..."

Christian stands up now and cradles his right shoulder as King picks himself up to his knees, just in time to get a kick in the face for his trouble. King rolls off into the middle of the ring and makes it to his knees again before Cage kicks him in the gut this time to the jeers of a hateful crowd. King rolls off again and positions himself on his knees once more, but looking prepared this time as Christian takes a run up to kick him. As he does, King wraps his arms around the attacking leg and twists it mercilessly tripping Christian awkwardly to the mat onto his back, King twists the leg again, forcing Christian onto his stomach and face as he locks in a half Boston crab in the middle of the ring, and starts to lean back towards the back of the champions head as his body is tensed to almost breaking point by the hold.

JC - "Christian Cage was duped into that final kick and Jeff King has turned the tables expertly!"

RW - "He's locked in that crab like his life depended on it, and Rachel Pitt is slamming the mat on the outside, spurring Jeff on to lean back even further if he can!"

The crowd are elated at the turn of fortune as the camera zooms in on Christian Cage's agonised face as it is forced towards the mat by the pressure of the hold. We cut back to the image of King leaning back, screaming and screwing up his face in a display of the effort he has to put into the hold. Cage manages to get his left hand out from beneath his torso and reach it out towards the nearest ropes - almost two feet away. His arm drops as if he's realised his position at last. He braves the pain and pushes his body further into the hold to release his other arm, and starts to try and drag himself and King's vice-like grip towards the ropes, he manages to move it a decent distance and again stretches out his hand... almost a foot short of the ropes now as the camera focuses on the agony expressed in Christian Cage's face.

JC - "Cage is fighting for his career here! He's braving the pain to try and reach that rope!"

RW - "And King is trying to wrench that Boston Crab in more and more every time Christian moves a muscle!"

The fans can sense victory in the air, and the shark-like personality of Jeff King can smell blood. Cage crawls again against the pain towards the ropes, and looks to outstretch his arm, but as he does it stops and he looks to be in complete agony - he drops it as if to tap out, but it lands gratefully on the bottom rope as the referee calls for King to break the hold. Christian Cage rolls out of the ring and falls haphazardly to the outside cradling the small of his back with his hands as he lies writhing in agony.

RW - "I think Christian Cage has just earned everyone's respect right there. This guy might not fight fair all the time, but if you ever need proof that he's tougher than a year old well-done T-bone... you got it right there."

The referee starts a ten count, but King stops him, telling him not to bother as he can't win if there's a disqualification and he follows the champion outside. He hauls Christian to his feet and whips him into the security banner at the side of the ring announcers seat and Cage goes trundling over them into the front row of the crowd. King follows him over the barrier and starts pummelling his face with right hands as Christian struggles to stand up, before again picking him up and slamming him head first into the top of the security barrier. Christian slumps over the barrier after the impact.

JC - "Cage might have survived that brutally long half-crab, but it didn't half take it out of him. Christian is really struggling to stand up now, he looks half dead!"

As Christian is sprawled over the top of the barrier, King leaps up and lands on his back as he makes his way back to the area beside the ring.

RW - "Jesus, King has made a point of ruining Christian's back here tonight, between the Crab and that landing; Cage could find himself paralyzed after this!"

Once on the right side of the security wall, King drags Christian over as well and props him on his feet before starting to send in hard punches to the face of the champion once again, he rounds it off with a kick to the midsection and locks his arms around the waist of Christian Cage again, this time hauling him up and delivering a gutwrench powerbomb that lands Christian hard on his back at ringside. Cage rolls over and starts to crawl away from his challenger, heading towards Amanda Summers at ringside. King follows as Christian tries to recuperate by crawling under the bell-ringers table and trying to compose himself. He sneaks a glance behind him to see where King is as he does.

RW - "Christian Cage looks like he just wants to rest now, he needs to let that back settle down after all the punishment it's taken in the past few minutes."

JC - "Yeah, he's trying to, hold on... holy shit!"

As King approaches the table to get at Cage again, the table bursts upwards as Cage stands up pushing it into King's face on the outside of the ring, the fold away table breaks in half as it impacts on King's head and Cage falls forward as if that final act was all his second wind could afford right now. Both men find themselves hurt and struggling to pick themselves up at the ringside.

RW - "Cage just propelled that table - and the ring bell - into the face of King, and the referee isn't stopping things on King's own request!"

JC - "He said not to DQ Cage, he can't walk home with the title that way!"

Both men struggle to crawl away from the wreckage of the broken table at the ring side, but Christian Cage is the first to move, and soon finds himself at the foot of the ring steps, slowly climbing them towards the ring on all fours. As Christian crawls under the bottom rope, King picks himself up and falls onto the apron before trying to find his bearings and balance.

RW – "Both men have ruined themselves here tonight in an effort to win this match!"

JC – "Christian has to be going through the hardest first defence I've ever seen!"

Both Cage and King have managed to crawl their way back into the ring now, and both pick themselves up with the help of the ropes before stumbling to opposite corners and staring back at each other, both men look exhausted as they size one another up after the carnage they have both been through and straighten up before moving towards one another for what the crowd can sense might be the final encounter of the match, out of respect, a large portion of them applaud frantically for the show the two men have put on. Christian and Jeff look around in awe as the crowd lift the roof off of the arena and both men seem spurred on for the fight once again as the noise starts to grow louder and they lunge art one another again.

RW – "I think Christian Cage and Jeff King have just found a second – or is it third wind, inspired by the appreciation of the fans here tonight!"

King starts the exchange off with the advantage with a quick arm drag that propels Cage across the ring, but a revitalised Christian Cage springs back to his feet and charges at King to attempt a clothesline, but again King seems to get the better of him, grabbing the arm intended to hit him and almost wrenching it into an arm-bar. Cage rolls forwards though, freeing his arm, he turns as he stands up again and charges at the midsection of Jeff King, spearing him to the ground and attacking with a Lou Thesz Press!

JC – "Cage goes old school with the Lou Thesz press as he tries to pummel King into the mat!"

Cage climbs the turnbuckles and goes for a big time top rope leg drop but as he flies off, something catches his eye. Cody Carson is running down the ramp wielding a chair! Cage lands on his feet and shouts at Carson to get lost. Carson jumps up on the apron and he pushes Cage into the ref, knocking him down and out. Cody climbs into the ring and wastes no time with a chair shot to Cage's head. Christian drops down when Cody turns to look at King, who is up to his feet.

RW - "King is going to steal this!"

But Cody takes a wild swing at King which he just about misses! The ref is back up and literally pushes Carson out of the ring! Cody just laughs as he makes his way up the ramp again.

King climbs slowly up to the top of the cage and the fans are torn. A lot of people are cheering, but a lot a booing the situation. King doesn't care though, as he hits 'Spirit of the Stars', perfectly.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

RW - "KING! HE'S DONE IT! JEFF KING IS THE WORLD CHAMPION!"

JC - "But Cody Carson... CHEATING BASTARD! I GUARANTEE CAGE WOULD HAVE WON! This match was too close to call until that little rat came down! Cage is going to be pissed!"