RW: Just the way I like to start off a show- with a show!

White is of course referring to Precious's entrance. As "I'm Good at Being Bad" plays, Sweetheart flaunts herself and Precious does the splits while entering the ring. Xavier is already in the ring, and appears just as dumbfounded as all the other Y-chromosome endowed members of the audience.

JC: How base.

Xavier snaps out of his reverie as the bell rings as Precious is fast out of the gate. She runs toward her opponent and launches herself to perform a flying headbutt. Xavier narrowly dodges it and pushes her straight down to the ground.

JC: Apparently he has no problem hitting women.

RW: It's a match, for crying out loud. You act like you haven't seen this before.

Not wasting time, Anderson lifts Precious by her hair and then chokeslams her back to the ground. Precious is quick to get to her knees, but Anderson kicks her while she's still down.

JC: At least she seems to have gotten over her defeatist streak.

Precious kicks Anderson's legs out from under him and he falls flat on his back. She pounces on him and begins to savagely rake his eyes. At first shielding his eyes, Xavier lashes out with a closed fist and connects with the side of his opponent's head.

RW: Shitty, but effective.

Precious totters for a moment then comes back and slaps Anderson with authority. Clearly angry, Xavier pushes her off of him. Unbeknownst to him, however, Sweetheart has obtained a kendo stick and thrusts it into the ring so that Precious can use it. The referee happens to notice and quickly neutralizes the weapon by throwing it in the opposite direction.

RW: Seriously, if you're going to try something like that, find a more opportune time.

Flustered, Sweetheart marches around the ring, picks up the kendo stick, and waits for the right moment. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Anderson and Precious go back and forth, exchanging body blows, and all manner of slams. Precious attempts a low blow and howls in pain as her fist connects with Xavier's crotch. The latter smiles, and pulls a metal cup out of his tights. Precious is shocked, but the pain her hand feels is more pressing, her expression is a mixture of the two.

JC: Good thinking on his part, she DOES list the "Low Blow" in her arsenal.

RW: I bet she does... Anderson grabs her by the hair and slams her head on his knee. He follows up with a half-nelson suplex, followed by a german suplex, then a belly-to-back suplex.

JC: He's systematically attacking her body.

At last Precious seems to be giving up, no longer does she attempt to respond in kind- or even remotely. Sensing that her friend is in trouble, Sweetheart distracts the referee. She gets on the apron and flirts with the referee before spraying him in the face with mace for an exceptionally forward advance.

The referee reels backward, and Sweetheart promptly enters the ring as Anderson prepares Precious for some sort of attack in the corner. Sweetheart charges with the kendo stick, but Anderson sees her out of the corner of his eye. At the last moment, he whips Precious around him so that Sweetheart nails her in the head with the kendo stick. Shocked, Sweetheart drops the kendo stick and begins to back away. Letting Precious fall limp to the floor, Xavier jumps at Sweetheart, grabs her for a powerbomb, and does so right over the ropes. Having dispatched that annoyance, he covers.

RW: That's all fine and dandy- but the ref isn't looking.

Noticing this, Anderson gets the attention of the referee, who administers possibly the quickest three-count in history.

Sean Starr is already in the ring waiting for Breeden.

As the first note of "Chaosweaver" by Scar Symmetry hits, the video screen quickly strobes between a skull and a clover. The strobing speeds up until the snare drum hits and a logo of the skull and clover tied together in barbed wire shows as Breeden walks out in his ring attire and leather jacket. He carries a case of Guinness in his left hand and a barbed wire bat in his right. He stops at the ring steps and pulls out a can of Guinness. He proceeds to beat the can open on the steps until it foams out. He pours the foaming content into his mouth and down his shirt, then discards the can into the audience. He then gets inside the ring with bat in hand, climbs the turnbuckle, and raises the bat high.

The bell rings and Sean rushes Breeden with a shoulder block but Breeden steps out of the way and nails Sean in the back with the bat. Breeden smiles as he nails Starr right in the face with the bat. Breeden doesn’t cover as he gets out of the ring and grabs a full can of Guinness and gets in the ring and busts it open on Sean’s forehead!

The crowd go nuts.

RW: Man Breeden is being vicious tonight

JC: Are you surprised this is the way he is?

Breeden with a eye poke as Seanis getting up then hits a piledriver on a stop sign, but he doesn’t cover. Breeden with a powerslam on a steel sign, then grabs his bat and lays it over Starrs neck and guillotine leg drops him, trying to break off his freaking neck! Breeden now with tombstone piledriver right on the steel stop sign and that finally busts Starr wide open, blood everywhere!

RW: Breeden I think likes to, no make that loves to make people bleed!

RW: He’s just toying with Sean now.

Breeden sets up and hits his Mark of Redemption but again doesn’t cover.

JC: Oh come on!

Breeden with a big smile on his face locks in his Grip of Hatred as Sean Starr taps out!

John Cartwright: Man, oh man, have I been looking forward to this match!

Randy White: Really? I'm less than enthusiastic.

JC: Are you kidding me? Past, present, AND future all in one match? You can't ask for more. You're looking at two great competitors - CONSUMMATE competitors - and neither is willing to back down, simply out of respect!

RW: Oh yeah, really gets the skin tingling doesn't it?

JC: I think I heard the bell ringing.

DVD and Twilight walk in circles around the inside of the ring for several moments, sizing each other up. Suddenly, they lock arms, each trying to gain the advantage over the other.

RW: Jesus Christ, are they going to start wrestling? I feel like I'm watching the De La Hoya-Mayweather fight.

JC: Well, you know, they're both rather good technical fighters. Especially, Twilight. We're talking about a mat technician just reaching his prime.

At that moment Twilight gains the upper hand and takes DVD down with an arm drag. The Icon gets right back up, however, and delivers several blows to the body. Twilight reels backward before DVD grabs him by the arm and sends him running for the ropes.

RW: Finally, some action! There's goes DVD in the opposite direction. Nevermind, I can call this one- a spear or something.

JC: Well, close, a flying clothesline- WITH AUTHORITY!

RW: I have eyes you know.

The crowd expresses its sympathy audibly as Twilight's head slams against the mat. DVD is up quickly only to follow with a leg drop over Twilight's already mistreated cranium.

JC: Well, that's respectful! Zeroing in on a portion so vital to existence.

RW: It's all technical stuff, you wouldn't understand.

JC glares at White then turns back to the action. Twilight is clutching his head, but DVD is relentless in the defense of his title. He drags Twilight over to a corner by the foot then begins the ascent to the top turnbuckle.

JC: NO! Two hundred forty pounds coming down on you is not fun or pretty.

RW: Have you SEEN your girlfriend?

DVD waves to the crowd, takes aim, and leaps headfirst!

JC: It's all over now!

RW: Holy crap! Twilight moved out of the way!

The tables are turned as DVD crashes into the mat, his body twisting strangely at the neck. Both competitors are down, but Twilight is lifting himself using the ropes. When he gets to his feet, he stumbles over to DVD and struggles to lift the Icon.

JC: By the way he's lifting him, it seems as though he's going to the Darkest Lights!

Sure enough, Twilight deftly performs an inverted DDT, which he chooses to call the Darkest Lights. He covers.

Referee: One...Two...

RW: I quit! DVD did NOT just kick out of that! The Immortal Icon dug deep and kicked out just in time. Twilight appears frustrated but not surprised as he attempts again and again to pin the Immortal Icon to no avail. Finally, he flips DVD over, inadvertantly positioning him closer to the ropes, and administers a camel clutch.

No dice. DVD hooks his leg over the nearby ropes.

JC: That's why he's the champ- he's constantly aware of his surroundings and never gives up.

The referee breaks them up. Twilight releases his hold and stalks away from his opponent. DVD slowly regains himself, getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes. Twilight, sensing a moment of opportunity, starts to run towards DVD but the Icon drops at the last moment and surprises Twilight with a drop toe hold. Twilight lands awkwardly on the ropes, his Adam's Apple is nearly crushed.

RW: I'm not impressed.

JC: Could you have done that?

RW: I'm not on trial here. That was a rookie mistake on Twilight's part.

Twilight, gasping for air, spins around and into the arms of a waiting DVD who grabs his opponent and heads for the center of the ring.

JC: Looks like he's going for a clean kill.

Once at the center, DVD administers a rear chokehold then drives his opponent straight to the mat. He covers. Kickout.

Smiling and shaking his head, the DVD slaps Twilight into a dragon sleeper. Knowing the end is near, Twilight begins to frantically claw towards the ropes but DVD is relentless: he rolls onto his back.

RW: Twilight looks like a turtle on its back! He's helpless! I love it!

JC: This won't take long.

It doesn't. His neck strained and under constant duress, the up-and-comer has no choice but to tap out.

JC: My God that was a hell of a match!

RW: It certainly was.

JC: Oh, NOW you're cooperative?

RW: It's funny to see you flustered. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth. It was like that CS Lewis quote, "The present is the point at which the past touches eternity." I think tonight we saw just that. The lifeline of SFT flows strong- we stand on our strong tradition, we build on our talent, we move forward into tomorrow.

JC just stares, wide-eyed, like a deer in the headlights.

RW: What? The man was a literary genius.

JC appears to have gone catatonic.

RW: Think you're surprised now, wait till you see how our next two competitors handle themselves.

Lucretia and Nirvana walk down to the ring together, neither looking particularly into wrestling. In fact, Nirvana appears to be the perfect gentleman with Lucretia's arm hooked in his. He shows Lucretia, with her head held high, off to the crowd.

RW: Geez, I hope this doesn't start out as another snorefest like the last match.

Phil Stevens: Well, they didn't seem to want to wrestle each other. Didn't Lucretia say something about not wanting to win?

RW: What the? Where'd you come from, jabroni? PS: Well, John apparently went into shock. The screen cuts to video of Cartwright being transported away, apparently speaking now but babbling.

RW: It's like he'd never read a book before. Nirvana and Black are at the stairs now, and he helps her ascend them. She waits at the turnbuckle for Nirvana to mount the apron, which he does and then holds the ropes apart for her. She kisses him on the cheek and bends over to enter. Nirvana suddenly releases the ropes, which snap around Lucretia. The bell rings.

PS: Jesus Christ.

RW: They DO claim to be sadists. I bet she liked it.

Lucretia stumbles forward into the ring. Nirvana, looking triumphant, enters after her and begins to stomp on her face. Desperately, Black reaches out for the ropes. She grabs one; the referee pushes Nirvana away while Lucretia composes herself.

The referee backs off of Nirvana, who bows to Lucretia. It was a mistake. She's upon him immediately, slamming the back of his head with her fists like an angry child. She finishes up with a hard boot to the face, sending Nirvana reeling backwards. Blood flows freely from his mouth and nose.

RW: Finally, some blood!

Lucretia grabs her opponent by the head and scrapes him against the ropes. Nirvana counters by elbowing her in the ribs. Black backs off and Nirvana presses his advantage by drop-kicking her. He follows this with an elbow drop. Black clutches her stomach. Nirvana makes a dash for the ropes, bounces off of them, and makes a beeline for Lucretia.

Black: I'm pregnant!

Nirvana stops dead in his tracks, slightly off balance, his crotch hanging just over Black's outstretched arm. She swings upward.

RW: If that doesn't upset your balance, I don't know what does!

Lucretia gets up and levels her lover with a pump-handle slam. Nirvana recovers quickly and, now thoroughly provoked, he jumps at Lucretia, seizes her arm, and whips her into the turnbuckle. He chases her all the way there, following up with a clothesline that sends her over the top.

PS: What's going on? I can't see her from here.

RW: Why not look at the Jumbotron?

PS: Oh, yeah.

But the Tron shows only Nirvana getting out of the ring. Lucretia, for her part, landed so that she lay halfway beneath the apron. Nirvana grabs her leg and begins to pull her out from under there.

PS: Surprise! She grabbed a chair from under there!

RW: I'm surrounded by morons.

Nirvana has been laid out by the chair and Black descends upon him.

RW: Can't they hear the count?

Referee: Two!.........Three!........Four!

Lucretia has no further designs, however, and she picks him up. She carries the limp Nirvana all the way to the edge of the ring.

Referee: Seven!......Eight!....

Black lays Nirvana at the edge of the apron, on the floor, and kisses him lightly on the lips. She slides into the ring.

Referee: TEN!

“Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash plays. St. Jude walks out to the ring. When he holds up his hands on the walkway, pyro explodes. St. Jude then posses for the fans in the ring.

"Thin Lizzy" plays over the speaker system as Glenn Owen walks down the ramp as he is greeted by the SFT fans. The reaction is mixed. Glenn has the SFT World Heavyweight Title thrown over his shoulder. His no flashy entrance is eclipsed by his legacy.

Referee Charles Wright calls and the bell rings. Jude start's the match up and smashes Glenn in the back on the head with a diving elbow. Glenn stays down grasping his head while Jude starts laying in the boots. Eventually Jude pulls back and looks out to the crowd in a demented manor. The fans are undsure how to react. He laughs at their indecision but is sent flying when Glenn hits Jude with a hard clothesline. Jude jumps back onto his feet, more alert than ever, but he’s met with a kick to the gut followed by a DDT. Jude jumps back up, but this time his eyes are slightly more glazed over… again, Glenn hits Jude with a kick, followed by a heavy DDT which forces the whole ring to shake. For a third time, Jude get's gets to his feet, but this time he stumbles around the ring before regaining his balance and facing Glenn. Glenn lifts his foot again to hit yet another DDT, but Jude grabs Glen's foot and pushes him back. Glenn bounces off the ropes only to be forced up into the air for a flap jack.

JC: This is gonna hurt.

RW: Great show of strength from Jude though, especially after taking those DDTs.

In mid air Glenn readjusts himself. In an amazing looking move, Glenn crashes back down to earth, after hooking Jude's head and planting it face first into the ground.

JC: HOLY FUCK!

RW: I think Jude is out cold! Glenn! Goooo Geye! It’s ya birthday!

Glenn stumbles around after taking quite a blow himself. He grips the ropes and then looks out to fans. They cheer loudly and out in crowd thousands of camera flashes go off. Glenn smiles then sidles over to the turnbuckle.

RW: Uhhh. Glenn you don’t do turnbuckles!

Glenn starts clapping, getting the fans behind him once again. When Jude gets up onto his feet, the heavier man jumps off the turnbuckle and looks as if he is going to try and hit Jude with some sort of decapitating fist to the face. Nevertheless, Jude charges towards Glenn and hits the heavyweight with ‘Divine Intervention’, but as he flips over, Glenn catches his opponent in mid air and holds him over his shoulder like he would hit a ‘Flame Thrower’.

JC: Amazing! Jude didn’t even keep Glenn down with that DDT!

RW: Pretty cool considering he hit in mid air.

JC: Yup, Glenn just landed on his feet. I guess he figured out the ground is where he’s best. Good for him a few seconds pass Shit what is he trying now?

Back in the ring, with Jude still over his shoulder, Glenn has started ascending the turnbuckle once again from within the ring. Then all of the sudden the light's in the arena go dark. The letter's DVD flash across the screen.

RW: Looks like the number one contender and US Champ is on his way out to catch A better look.

JC: These two have been playing mind games the last couple of weeks.

RW: These two legends are masters of mind games. I just think they both are equally amazing at the mental preparation heading into a big match.

JC: What the hell did you just say?

RW: Did it sound smart?

JC: You are such an idiot.

Dave walks out from behind the curtain as the light's come back on. He stands atop the runway with his arms crossed. Glenn tosses Jude into the ring and stares at Dave atop the runway. Dave slowly begins to make his way down to the ring with a smile on his face. Glenn akwardly also has a smile on his face. Dave stops ring side and Glenn stares down at him. Dave slowly paces around the ring. He makes his way to the ring announcer and grabs a microphone, he slides it into the ring, and reaches for another. Glenn being the legend he is turns his attention back to Jude who has slowly started to stir. Dave hops up on the ring apron and acts like he is gonna hit Glenn with the US Title, but stops just as Glenn turns around with a smile on his face. The ref calls for the bell. Dave extends his hand, and Glenn shakes it. Before he hops down he lips. "The Outlawz will Collide." A smile arises across Glenn's face. Dave straps the US Title around his waist, and hops down off of the apron. The ref declares the match as a no contest. DVD stops at the top of the runway and pyro in the pattern of DVD shoots off behind him. Glenn stares intently with a smirk on his face.