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SFT Presents Friday Night Inferno
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| JC:
Welcome everyone to a special Saturday edition of Friday
Night Inferno!!! RW: That’s right, the number show on television is back after a huge pay per view. JC: Damn, we saw three title change hands, Shawn Walsh retained against Dave Van Dam, Dave disappears after ward. Huge night, huge week for SFT. The lights dim and a red and green spot lights fly through out the arena. “Number One” By Nelly blasts over the PA. “Never The Less, Always The More” Flashes in huge red lettering on the titan tron before highlights of Aidan’s fourteen wins flash slowly on the screen. The New Intercontinental Champion and still One Half of The Tag Team Champions walks to the top of the ramp. Aidan Morag stands at the top of the ramp receiving a mixture of boos and cheers. Aidan waits for the noise to quiet down some before he removes the Intercontinental Title from his waist and places it over his free shoulder. Soon after Aidan makes his way ever so confidently to the ring. Once inside the ring Aidan is fed a microphone from the outside. The crowd quiets down as he raises the microphone to his mouth. Aidan: How many times must I do this? Amy Jo Smyth, I hope you learned your lesson. I hope for your sake you take this as an eye opener and finally walk away from the ring. But to be honest, that’s neither here nor there. I’m out here tonight for a few things. One thing is the King Of The Death Match. That’s right everyone, the tournament starts next week on Titans. The KOTDM is filled this year with more talent that any sports empire could ever dream of holding. Guys like Clayton Walker, The Great Malinko, Havoc, Nirvana, Hardcore Hect, Jared Mayer and plenty more. Everyone of them wanting nothing more than to win this thing and get their shot at the Legendary Shawn Walsh. RW: That’s right, the winner gets a huge opportunity. Aidan: I’m only going to say this once. As hungry as all of you are to be the next SFT World Champion, no one is more deserving of that shot than I am. I lost that championship to Shawn at Everything End and just like before that loss, I’m unbeaten since it. I have been in the ring with the best of the best and beaten them all and still I get no rematch for the World Title. Shawn Walsh has done everything in his power to avoid getting back in the ring with me. Shawn, when this tournament is all said and done, there will be one more match. There will be a new champion. Aidan Morag vs Shawn Walsh one more time for MY SFT World Heavyweight Championship. People are already in an uproar picking their winners and losers. Guys, think about it, there is no way anything different is going to go down. I am the best damn thing SFT has to offer right now. Not a damn person on the roster in the present or in the past can dispute that, you think you can, you know where to find me. Aidan: No one will get to that title but through me. Walsh, enjoy your last few weeks as World Champion, trust you me, they will be your last. Hardcore Hect, sadly enough for you, you will not even get the chance to hope for a win in this thing. Not even a prayer my friend. Get ready SFT, this year the KOTDM will be brought to new heights as Aidan Morag takes this thing by storm and solidifies himself as the best damn talent in SFT’s eight year history! Aidan drops the mic as “Number One” By Nelly plays. Aidan adjusts his titles as he climbs out of the ring and heads back up the ramp. JC: Well there you have it folks, the fastest rising star in SFT history, the best damn talent we have right now just let us all know exactly how the KOTDM will go down. RW: Could you be any more up the man’s ass? JC: Go ahead and dispute what the man has said. RW: Weather or not I can do that is another story, folks we have a great show for you here tonight and the first match is ready to start. |
Malcom Dred King vs.Cowboy Jack Jones Malcolm
walks out when his music starts playing. Throws up the black power fist
with his gloved right hand as a wall of flame ignites behind him. Walks
down to the ring focused on it. Climbs up the ring steps and whips his
feet as a show of respect before entering the ring. As he enters the
ring he'll go to the far sided ring corner and fold his arms awaiting
his opponent if
first in the ring. JC: Here is the rookie lets see what he does. In Time begins to play as Cowboy Jack Jones makes his way to the ring with a sneer on his face and a totally different attitude not shaking or slapping hands with the fans. He just gets to the ring as the bell rings and he attacks Malcolm. RW: Well this is getting to an early start. Jack with a uppercut followed by a suplex on the newcomer. Malcolm with a leg sweep followed by a Tbone suplex. Then Malcolm hits a beautiful shining wizard kick. Then gets on the turnbuckles and waits for Jack to get up and nails a perfect Hurricana! JC: Wow Malcolm covers 1…2…kickout by Jack. Jack tries a clothesline but Malcolm ducks hits a superkick then quickly locks in a sharpshooter! RW: This could be it right here! JC: A big win for the newcomer if he pulls it off. Jack is in pain as he reaches and reaches for the ropes and does it, the ref makes Malcolm break the hold as Jack gets up quickly limping. Jack with a standing lariat as Malcolm goes down hard! Jack stands over Malcolm smiles then turns towards the camera flips it the bird and gets out of the ring! RW: what the hell? Malcolm slowly gets up. The ref starts the 10 count on Jack who is already halfway up the rampway. Ref calls for the bell as the fans and Malcolm don’t know what to make of this. Suddenly Changes by Tupac hits as the fans get on their feet as DVD appears at the opposite rampway. DVD smiles as he gets the mic and says “Jack! Not sure what youre trying to prove, I don’t care, im here to let you and the rest of SFT know I am now SFT’s official Manager and I will be making sure things are done right, if not, youll be dealing with me personally.” DVD lays down the mic as he walks away. RW: Well lets recap, Malcolm Dred King won his debut match via countout, Jack Jones walked out on his match and we have a new Staffer in SFT with DVD. Wow talk about big time things happening in a first match. |
Rayn vs. Sean Rollins With
Rayn already in the ring, Sean Rollin's theme tune begins to play and
he struts down to the ring when an explosion behind he that he didn't
expect makes him turn around. He sees Jeff King walking down the ramp
towards him.
RW: These two guys have a history as it is, but you have to bet this time King wants to make something personal out of the Death Match Tournament! JC: Yah, these two men will face each other in the ring in round one and I think King wants to tenderize his meat before he puts it in the oven. RW: That's a good one, John. King approaches furthermore and Rollins does not take his eyes off him. He climbs into the rings backwards and Rayn, also spying King and remembering their brief but powerful past, quickly hits the Acid Drop while Sean has his back to him. He pins but watches King while he covers. The ref counts. ONE TWO THREE JC: Nirvana is fucking with both of these men but Rayn just picked up one of the quickest wins in SFT history! RW: King has just shown why he is a veteran. You keep your enemies close and the ass clown opponents you really couldn't care less about - well, you just saw how Rollin's was sent to the slaughterhouse thanks to Rayn. JC: Titans sure will be interesting.
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Lucretia Black vs. Cyril Acheston The lights dim, and a cold click of a gun's hammer can be heard over the PA. "Weak and Powerless" by A Perfect Circle strikes up as Cyril Acheston appears in the ring entrance. He makes his way to the ring as a huge blast of fire pyro shoots off on either side of the ring entrance. He climbs up on the ring, through the ropes and into the war he is about to face. The lights dim again, this time “The Fight Song” by Marilyn Manson and Slipknot begins to play and bright blue lights shine down into the centre of the ring. Mist begins to pour across the mat but Cyril looks unnerved. The same blue lights shine down onto the stage and shows Lucretia Black with her head bowed down in her black wedding dress and veil. As the drum beats get heavy, she rips off the veil and the pleats and reveals a sick grin as she makes her way down to the ring. Amanda Summer: The following match up is a no disqualification match! JC: I have been waiting for this match ever since the rumours began that it would actually happen! Lucretia Black ala Rachel Pitt facing off against Cyril Acheston in the ring one more time – Jesus, if you haven’t seen them together before, you’re in for a real treat… RW: You know me John, usually I have something sarcastic or mean to saying about everyone, but just watching these two come to the ring is sending shivers up my spine. It’s quite apt Lucretia is in Legacy – if there was ever one for her to claim, this would be it. Acheston is her unspoken nemesis! JC: That’s right Randy, neither of these two megastars have ever really gotten the upper hand over the other, but this match can only end with a clean winner tonight. RW: And I still don’t think it will put an end to their ever-going rivalry. That’s not how these people work. Lucretia slides under the bottom rope into the ring and paces around. Cyril winks at her but Lucretia seems to ignore it. The referee brings them closer together in the centre of the ring and checks them both over for weapons. Not as if it matters, but Black openly admits she’s wielding a steel bar under her dress. She pulls it out and throws it straight at Cyril’s head. He dodges it then tackles her to the ground. The bell finally rings. Cyril starts nailing in the punches, but Lucretia raises her legs up in the air, hooks them through Cyril’s arms and flips him onto his back. She starts slapping Cyril across both cheeks until he pushes her off and they both get up to their feet. Cyril hits the quick snap suplex and follows it up with the elbow drop! Lucretia writhes in pain but whips up to her feet to kick Cyril in the gut the poises herself as she backflips and hits the bicycle kick! Yet it only sends Cyril into the ropes! On the rebound Cyril hits a clothesline knocking Black to the mat. RW: A good early exchange from both of these legends. JC: And neither of them are showing any sign of ring rust! Lucretia gets up and dodges a second clothesline. She twists around and dropkicks Cyril in the shoulder, sending him into the turnbuckle. She runs forward and goes for the monkey toss, but Cyril rushes forward and nails her with a spinebuster! He grabs the legs and goes for a quick bridge pin! He only gets the one count before she kicks out and starts shouting at him. She nails him with another huge slap, but Acheston wields back and slaps her back! She falls back into the ropes and Cyril starts laying in the boots. He runs across the ropes and then goes for a huge clothesline to sending her over the top, but she drops down! Cyril ends up flying over the top rope by himself! Lucretia slides to the outside and starts nailing boots on Cyril before lifting up the apron and pulling out a steel chair! She bangs it on the floor before swinging at Cyril’s head. She misses as he jumps up to his feet. She swings again and she misses for a second time! She swings into the steel posts and drops the chair to clench at her wrenched wrists! Cyril comes from behind to hit a German suplex on the edge of the ramp! Lucretia crumples while Cyril pulls out a table from underneath the ring and sets it up on the outside! JC: This match has already become brutal. I can see this being a short one if one of them does the right amount of damage in this environment. The outside is never a good place to be if you want to walk away with your health in tact. RW: At the sight of each other, I don’t think either of them really care about their health. Cyril goes to lift Lucretia up but she hits him with a shot to the throat! She gets up and tackles him into the apron, then she bangs his head down on the table. She goes to do it again but Cyril blocks and hits her head against the steel post instead! With a big lift, Acheston drops her over the steel steps. He then goes on to set up another table end to end with the first! The fans begin to boo as he lifts up a busted open Lucretia and rolls her onto the first table. The boos get louder as he jogs up the steel steps and stands on the apron looking down at her. He turns around and bounces off the second rope to hit the Asai moonsault! RW: Lucretia rolled out of the way! Cyril crashes through the table all by himself and slowly gets up holding his abdomen. Lucretia kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a piledriver. She smirks and grinds his head between her legs, but it gives him enough time to flip her over his head! But she reverses once more and rolls into the sunset flip! The referee slides to the outside but only gets to the one by the time he reaches them. Lucretia looks at the referee as she lifts Cyril up to his feet. He rakes her face and hits a very quick simple body slam. He steps back and then hits a jumping leg drop! He follows it up with a blatant choke. Releasing this, he then goes and locks in the reverse figure four leg lock! As he does this, he searches vainly under the ring and manages to grab the burlap bag. He unlocks the hold and stomps Lucretia on her bloody forehead. He opens up the back to reveal it full of thumbtacks! He tosses them down the ringside of one length of the ring and then wraps the bag over her head. He hits her over the head a few times before trying to pull the string together as tight as possible! RW: Acheston is going to choke Lucretia out! But Lucretia gets her fingers in under the string and pulls it loose, but not before Cyril can bang her head against the steel post three more times. Lucretia falls back over the steel steps and lies there. JC: With all due respect to Lucretia, I think Cyril is just too much for her to handle tonight. Cyril pulls the bag off her head and the blood is pouring even more violently now. He grabs her by the hair and walks her along the apron then points down to the thumbtacked floor! The fans begin to boo loudly as Cyril wraps his hand around her throat and lifts her up for the chokeslam! RW: For God’s sake, this is just unnecessary! I knew they said the blood was going to pour, but this is just too much! Then out of no where Lucretia sprays the black mist from her mouth! Cyril’s blinded long enough for Lucretia to lamely toss him off the apron onto the thumbtacks! Cyril arches his back in pain as Lucretia falls back into the ring. Both of them lie down while the referee flits between them both. JC: Lucretia bought herself some time, but she’s bleeding heavily. I think she’s working on a limited amount of time here tonight. There’s no way any person can keep on fighting when they have half the blood they started off with. Cyril just needs to get up and put her down for good. RW: Are you implying Lucretia Black is a bitch? JC: She’s certainly no angel! Cyril is the first man up, with the tacks sticking in his back and arms. He seems able to ignore them though as he rolls back into the ring. He lifts Lucretia up and knocks her down straight away with a hard right hand. Then he does it again. He tries it a third time, but Lucretia blocks the shot and whips Cyril into the ropes! Acheston comes from the rebound and hits her square in the jaw with a huge big boot! Lucretia topples lie a tree and Acheston covers. ONE! TWO! THR- Lucretia kicks out! RW: My God! How did she pull up the strength to do that? Lucretia quickly gets to her feet to meet with an exchange with Cyril. He hits her with a hard right sending her backwards but she bounces off the ropes and works straight into a huge flurry of kicks and chops. She then hits the Rachel Pitt Making Babies combo and slowly climbs to the top rope! She sways on the top rope but she eventually leaps off for the shooting star leg drop! Lucretia lands square on her ass and sits there like a rag doll. Cyril comes out of no where to smack her across the jaw with a deafening soccer kick! This time Cyril goes for the standard figure four, but Lucretia finds the strength to kick Cyril away! He stumbles forward and lands over the second rope! RW: These two have exhausted one another and brought each other close to their limits already! Lucretia slowly gets to her feet then runs and jumps over the top rope. She lands with a leg drop on the apron, guillotining Cyril’s neck over the rope! He bounces back into the centre of the rope while Lucretia falls forward to the outside! Both of them get their respective chants as fans everywhere want them to get back up! Cyril slowly rolls to the outside and without the other being away, they both look under the ring for more goodies. Lucretia grabs a Singapore cane and Cyril picks up the barb wire baseball bat! They slowly crawl into the ring and when they face each other, they stare into one another’s eyes with a kind of hatred rarely seen in the ring. Lucretia is the first to swing, squaring Cyril straight between the eyes, busting him open but having no effect on him. Cyril kicks Black in the gut doubling her over, then with a single motion of the bat, grates the skin on the back of her neck with the bat! Black runs around the ring grabbing and scream until she finally finds the sense to run at Cyril and knocks him down with the flying elbow! JC: That was sick! Lucretia’s flesh has been torn apart! Acheston is right back up and taunts Lucretia. Black is angry to charge right into his trick. He hits the drop toe hold and falls straight onto the barbwire baseball bat! She rolls over with the bat stuck to her face! The fans start up a ‘SICK! SICK!’ chant. Acheston does her the honours of pulling the bat away from her causing one foul shriek to come from her lips! Her face is also crimson with all the blood but it doesn’t stop her from getting up. Out of nowhere she hits a huge STO on Acheston but it only seems to a minimal effect! RW: I think I’m going to be sick. Seriously. Give me a minute. Acheston goes for the haymaker to take off Black’s head but she dodges and hits a second black mist! She hits a low roundhouse to the back of his knee bring him down to all fours. Black, with a new wind, climbs to her feet and waits until Cyril looks up at her. Then she leaps off and hits a huge flying roundhouse kick to Acheston’s jaw! He drops to the mat! JC: Classic Rachel Pitt! She goes for the cover over Acheston. ONE! TWO! THRE--- NO! Acheston kicks out and rolls Black up into his own surprise package! ONE! TWO! Lucretia kicks out this time, then both of them drop down and stay on the mat. Cyril wipes down his face then spits to the side as he gets up first. Lucretia wipes the blood away from her face then rolls out of the ring. She messes around with her boot until she pulls out a razor blade! The fans start going hysterical as she gets to her feet. She sees Cyril running and guides him into the security rail during his suicide dive attack. JC: We saw razor blades just weeks ago and now I’m starting to I think I underestimated Black. If she does now what she did then, there won’t be much of Acheston left to fight! RW: Acheston might have seen some of the sickest things ever to see in a wrestling ring, but Lucretia Black isn’t a former King of the Death Match winner for no reason. That’s why they call her the Lady of the Cell. Lucretia raises the razor high over her head and then drops a point down into Cyril’s forehead! She then twists it making the wound bigger and causing the face of Acheston to become a bloodied mess! He lifts him up to his feet and pulls off the trench coat, throwing it into the audience then she hits the snapmare and rolls him onto his front. She pins down his arms with her legs and then cuts the back of Cyril’s left ear! JC: I think she wants it off! But now, obviously she doesn’t as she pulls away and grabs a ladder from underneath the ring instead. Cyril gets up to his feet while clutching his ear. He lets her set the ladder up before banging her forehead on the apron, leaving a bloody stamp in place! RW: I really don’t want to see where this predicament is going to end. They’re both bleeding profusely just as they promised! Cyril steps away and goes for a variation of the The Final Shot! Black jus dodges it but then Cyril backs up and mule kicks her in the gut and follows it up with a stunner, laying her right out cold. Cyril has a triumphant look on his face as he turns to a member of the crowd sitting in the front row. He starts shouting at the man then wastes no time in lifting the apron up one more time and going under the ring and picking up a sledgehammer! He drops it down by her side and then picks up the steel steps! Her puts the gap that would fit around the corner of the ring over her face then climbs up onto the apron with the sledgehammer in tow! JC: This is going to be the end of it Randy… no more Lucretia Black – not for Cyril to fight – but I don’t think she’ll survive the night if Cyril does what I think he’s going to do! Cyril lifts the sledgehammer up in both arms so it’s over his shoulder then as he jumps off, he brings it down over the top of the steel steps! Lucretia’s body jolts then falls limp as Cyril raises the sledgehammer in the air. Rarely have their been louder boos and that means they’re routing for Lucretia Black of all people! He doesn’t bother pulling the steps away and simply covers her body ONE TWO THREEEEEE---- NO! RW: THE GREAT MALINKO JUST MADE THE SAVE! TGM pulls Cyril off Lucretia and then starts shouting at Cyril as he gets up to his feet, utterly furious! The two of them start screaming at each other and then exchanging shots. TGM slips his thumb under the eye patch over Acheston’s eye then follows it up with a huge DDT onto the mat. TGM briefly looks at Lucretia and shakes his head. JC: The man who must feel as much hatred for Lucretia as Cyril after that EWA handicap match just nailed Acheston’s head into the mat! Why??? RW: Simple. King. Of. The. Death. Match. Both of them lie there while TGM makes his way to the back but Lucretia is the first one to start moving! She pulls the steel steps and gets to her feet while hardly being recogniseable with the blood on her face. She tears off a sleeve from her dress to wipe away the blood then walks over to Cyril and steps over him, stepping on his throat in the process! Black struggles to get him up to his feet but when he’s up, he starts fighting back with right hands. Then, wham! Lucretia leans forward and headbutts Cyril sending him flying into the apron. Acheston spins around and hits her across the face with a huge slap giving him enough time to climb up onto the apron. He’s about to climb into the ring when Lucretia flies through the air and strikes between Acheston’s legs with a blinding fist into the groin! RW: HOOCHY MOMMA! Lucretia nearly knocks herself out by diving into the steel post but she spins around and grabs Acheston’s thighs. After a struggle, she finally gets him to release his grip and powerbombs him through the remaining table!! JC: THAT WAS HUGE! Lucretia Black looks like she’s ready to drop dead but she somehow manages to aim forward and falls on top of Acheston. The referee drops and counts! ONE! TWO! THREE! RW: Lucretia Black has done it! How?! JC: With a little help from Malinko? RW: I SAY, HOW DID SHE DO IT?!? JC: Are you ignoring me? RW: Wow… actually… do you think they’re okay? Neither of them are moving anymore. JC: That’s just it. When they wake up and can move once more it won’t matter. This wasn’t about who won. I really don’t think it was. I think it was just to open up old wounds and tonight that is exactly what they have done! |
Kyle Murphy vs ICON A burst of pyro explodes at the entrance as "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage hits the loudspeakers. Kyle Murphy emerges with a microphone in his hand. RW: Would you look at this display of arrogance? Kyle Murphy's coming to the ring for his match with a mic in his hand. JC: I'd guess he has something he wants to say.' RW: Ya' think, Captain Obvious. JC: Hey, I just got promoted. It's "Major" Obvious now. RW: Oh, well congradulations then. Randy rolls his eyes. Amanda Summers: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Now making his way to the ring, he hails from Greenwich, Connecticut and weighs in at 275 pounds. He calls himself The Standard of SFT... KYLE... MURPHY! The crowd pops as Murphy climbs up the ringsteps and steps between the ropes into the ring. Kyle Murphy: Cut my music for a second. Ladies and gentleman, in case you missed my speech earlier tonight I have some news that may disappoint some of you. Because I was informed that The ICON wanted to return to attack former tag team partner and "co- SFT Hall Of Famer" Ian Wynn and to align himself with his old friend and rival- as well as mine- Dave Van Dam. Unfortunately things did not work out correctly and, according to ICON, Dave Van Dam has chosen to once again quit the SFT. For that reason ICON has chosen not to return to The Towers and once again be SFT's Icon. The crowd boos. Kyle Murphy: Hey, look on the brightside. SFT's Icon might be gone, but its Standard is here to stay. So ICON, my friend, why don't you get your ass out here so we can get this over with so you can get back under your rock before you miss the Super Bowl. "Last Resort" by Papa Roach hits the loudspeakers and Murphy drops the microphone, staring intently up the ramp as he waits on The ICON. Close to a minute passes and Murphy appears to be getting frustrated, when all of a sudden something hits him in the back of the head. JC: WHOA! RW: It's The ICON! The ICON just hit Murphy with a forearm across the back of the head! JC: But where the Hell did he come from?! RW: Apparently he came through the crowd! And now he's wailing on Murphy, punching and stomping on him! Furious, Murphy shoves ICON, sending the three-time SFW Champion to the mat. Murphy stands and ICON does the same. ICON continues to be the aggressor, throwing more punches at Kyle's jaw. ICON then runs backwards, bouncing off the ropes and charging Murphy with a clothesline. The clothesline hits Murphy's chest with a "SMACK", but Kyle only staggers back a step and stays on his feet. JC: Amazing! The ICON is 6'7 and goes somewhere around 260 but Kyle Murphy refused to go down off that clothesline! RW: Kyle showing off his own power right there turning that attack away! ICON's eyes go wide in surprise, but he recovers quickly and makes another run to the ropes. This time, however, he runs right into a hard double leg spinebuster courtesy of The Superior One. Murphy pops right up after delivering the move and he pumps his fist tauntingly, his face intense. JC: ICON started out this match aggressively, but Murphy has responded with nothing more than pure power! RW: Hey, it might not be pretty, but it's damn sure effective! Wasting no time, Murphy grabs ICON by the head and pulls him right back to his feet. Kyle backs The ICON into the ropes and whips him to the other side. Murphy bounces off the ropes himself and charges the returning ICON. JC: UH-OH! Kyle Murphy tries for a clothesline from Hell on The ICON, but to the surprise of the majority of the crowd ICON is able to duck underneath and slam on the breaks. JC: He ducked! As soon as Kyle turns around, ICON tries for the SHOWSTOPPA! Amazingly Murphy manages to side step the kick and simultaneously catch The ICON's leg in a leg trap type position. Quickly Murphy pops his hips and throws ICON backwards with a leg trap suplex. JC: WOW! More raw power from Kyle Murphy! RW: Not to mention agility! JC: You know, Randy, for a second there when these two were running at each other like that I had a major sense of deja vu! RW: I think everyone did, John! Murphy is right back up and waiting on The ICON. ICON staggers to his feet, his back turned to Murphy. Finally ICON turns around... and right into a superkick! RW: SHOWSTOPPA! Murphy just hit The ICON with the Showstoppa! The kick to the jaw sends The ICON's body stiff and ICON falls straight backwards down to the mat! Murphy stands over the fallen ICON with a cold grin on his face. Immediately Murphy grabs The ICON by the back of the head and yanks him back up on his feet. RW: Now what?! Quickly Murphy turns and grabs ICON in a three quarter facelock. JC: Looks like Murphy's going for the exclamation point! MURPHY'S LAW! Murphy flattens ICON with the Murphy's Law and sits up, slapping his hands together in the manner indicating cleaning up. Kyle then turns to The ICON and rolls him onto his back, but rather than going for the pin he grabs ICON's leg. JC: This is pretty uncharacteristic of Murphy! Normally he'd just go for the pin here! RW: And why not? I think ICON is out like a light! His face intense again, Murphy locks his old foe in an Indian deathlock! RW: It's the Indian Deathlock! This is a dangerous hold here, John! JC: And if you don't believe it, just ask The ICON! He's caught in it right in the middle ring! The submission hold snaps ICON back to alertness and he writhes in pain. Murphy uses all of his leg strength pushing on ICON's far knee with his boot. The referee asks ICON if he wants to give up, but The ICON refuses. Ever a champion and ever resilient The ICON tries for all he's worth to fight the pain. Sitting up as best he can ICON tries to use his hands to pry his way out of the hold. RW: To his credit The ICON is doing everything in his power to get out of this hold! JC: But I don't think it's going to do him any good, Randy! I don't see any way for him to get out of this! Seemingly realizing this himself, ICON falls back down on the mat. The ref checks his shoulders and starts to count. 1... The ICON rolls a shoulder up off the mat, shaking his head, but finally succumbs to the pain and taps out. JC: He's tapped! That's it! Murphy has won it! RW: The ICON fought that submission hold as long as he could, but there was just no escaping it! The bell rings and "This Fire Burns" hits the loudspeakers again. Amanda Summers: Here is your winner by submission... "THE SUPERIOR ONE"... KYLE... MURPHY! In the ring, Murphy has yet to release the Indian deathlock and the referee is now trying to pull him off as The ICON has gone completely still. Finally Murphy breaks the hold and stands, allowing the ref to raise his hand. JC: Kyle Murphy just made one Hell of a statement! RW: Yeah, I think The Standard has just put the entire locker room on notice! Murphy grabs the microphone that he brought to the ring with him and circles ICON as he rolls around clutching his leg. Kyle Murphy: Boys in the back, I hope you took notice of what just happened here tonight! I don't give a damn who I have to go through, I promise you I WILL be the NEXT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! If I have to take the United States Championship from Excidium prove myself and get my shot, I'll do it. If I have to redeem myself by prying the Intercontinental Championship from the vice grip Amy Jo Smyth has on it, than by God I'll do that. I'll go through ANYONE and EVERYONE that I have to in order to get what is rightfully mine... the World... Heavyweight... Championship! JC: Well there you have it! I think he's just made it perfectly clear what he's after! RW: Watch out Shawn Walsh! JC: Watch out SFT! |
Ending
Suddenly,
the lights go out as we hear a phone ringing. The slow beginning of
“Crazy Legs” by (hed) P.E. kicks in. Just before the vocals of the song kick in the phone is answered and we hear these words over the sound system: "Please leave a message and we'll get back to you when we give a fuck." The members of Superiority Complex chuckle and taunt Legacy as the show fades to black. |
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