Live from Kemper Arena, Kansas City, Missouri. With Randy White and John Cartwright at Ringside.

Opening

The Lethal Lottery entrants are announced and that the drawings will be tommorrow afternoon.

Match Number One
Mike Zybala vs. Daniel Mendoza
( Standard Match )

RW: Daniel Mendoza and Mike Zybala are already in the ring.

The two size each other up before Daniel begins the assault with several right hooks.

JC: Daniel comes out swingin'!

RW: Good gravy, what is with all the wack-ass phrases lately?

JC: YOu're the one who said "good gravy."

RW motions with his hands, "Touche."

Daniel is clearly on the offensive, delivering several big right hands to Mike. Mike falls back against the ropes and drives him out of the ring with a clothesline.

RW: Talk about lowering your standards.

JC: We shouldn't have had those drinks before the match.

RW: I'm not drunk...I'm just feeling good!

Daniel follows Zybala out of the ring, picking up his opponent and whipping him into the steel barricade. Mike clutches his back as the Champ moves to spear him into the barricade, but then Mike moves out of the way at the last minute, and Daniel crashes. He falls limp to the floor.

JC: I hope his neck is all right!

RW: A shot of whiskey would clear that right up. In fact...

RW begins calling obnoxiously for a shot of whiskey, going so far as to harass a nearby spectator. Meanwhile, Mike has crawled back into the ring, and leans against the turnbuckle to recover while his opponent struggles to get back into the ring.

The referee counts Daniel out very slowly.

6.......... 7..........Mike, visibly shaken, is on the apron. 8..........

JC: Daniel's back in the ring! Mike’s turn to come out swingin' now! Mike with a series of jabs, and a big boot!

RW: Pump handle slam! Ever heard of a Tequila Slammer?

JC: Isn't that Daniel Mendoza's finisher?

RW: No- but it should be! Where's my whiskey?!

The Champ trades blows with Mike before the latter gains the upper hand and converts for a Northern Lights suplex. He lifts the Daniel to his feet and whips him into a corner. Mike chases after his opponent, who swiftly turns around and launches a big boot in Mike’s direction. Mike, however, ducks under the assault, swings through the ropes, grabs Daniel by the head, and slips off the apron, guillotining Daniel on the top rope. Mike clutches his throat and hits the mat hard, but Mike lands awkwardly on his ankle, and limps back into the ring.

JC: What an exchange!

RW: Another reason why Mike Zybala is insane.

JC: Must be the liquor talking.

RW: Aren't I supposed to be the color commentary? What gives? Anyways, to do a Tequila Slammer you...

While RW explains the intricacies of the mixed drink to his fellow commentator, Mike demonstrates the intracacies of a choke hold on Daniel Mendoza. But Zybala still has some life in him and scurries towards the ropes. The referee breaks the hold. Daniel swings at Zybala as both go over the ropes as the crowd cheers, both are really out of it as they start to get up they hear the ref finishing the 10 count as its called a double countout!

Winner: Double Countout

RW: Damnit!

Match Number Two
Kyle Murphy vs. Xavier Anderson
( IC Title match)

JC: Here we go with the Intercontinental Title match.

RW: Damn I hope this is a good one.

An X made of pyro forms at the top of the ramp. From both sides pyro fires up from the stage into the air. They continue to stream up as DMX's X gon' give it to ya hits the pa. Xavier Anderson walks out with the IC title over his shoulder and walks under the X-shaped pyro. After a few seconds he continues to walk down the ramp. As everyone cheers he walks past slapping hands with the fans. Once at the ring he jumps up onto the apron, Brock Lesnar style and climbs into the ring. He then gets into the center and raises a fist.

JC: There's the champion. He looks ready for a fight.

RW: He looks ready to lose the title.

JC: Will you stop!

A burst of pyro explodes at the entrance and "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage blares across the loudspeakers. Kyle Murphy steps confidently out to the stage to a huge pop. Kyle looks around at the crowd but only nods. Turning his attention to the ring, he starts down the aisle. He walks down to ringside just staring into the ring, his face intense and focused. At ringside he simply steps right up onto the apron from the floor. Kyle now looks around at the crowd again before stepping between the ropes into the ring. Crossing the ring, he steps onto the middle rope and with his fists clenched holds his arms out to his sides like a man on a cross. The crowd erupts again and Kyle gives a half-smile as if in spite of himself before stepping down off the ropes.

The referee takes the IC title from Xavier and holds it up for all to see, and then gives it to the time keeper and rings for the bell to start the match.

RW: COME ON! BLOOD BATH!!!

JC: The hell, calm down.

RW: Sorry, I've been watching too much UFC.

Xavier and Kyle circle each other, and then Kyle runs at Xavier with a clothesline, which Xavier quickly ducks. Xavier hits a corkscrew heel kick on Kyle, that surprises him and sends him out of the ring. Kyle is frustrated and slams his hands on the apron of the ring, and then hops up on the apron. Xavier waits for Kyle to enter, and quickly runs at him and hits a dropkick as Kyle's trying to enter the ring. Kyle ends up on the floor, and again Xavier runs, and goes for a dropkick between the middle and bottom ropes. Kyle sidesteps the dropkick and hits a spear on the floor. Kyle rolls into the ring to break the count and then rolls back out and picks up Xavier. Kyle brings Xavier over to the apron and slams his head into the apron. Kyle then turns Xavier around, and pushes him back, slamming Xavier's back into the apron. He then does it a couple more times.

JC: Kyle is punishing Xavier's lower back with that move.

RW: He's obviously setting him up for Disanimation.

Kyle rolls Xavier into the ring. Xavier holds his back as Kyle rolls into the ring behind him. Kyle starts stomping Xavier's back. Kyle picks up Xavier and puts him in a Canadian Backbreaker.

JC: Oh crap, that's going to hurt.

RW: I think it might be over.

Kyle cranks on the hold. The referee asks Xavier if he wants to give up. Xavier shakes his head no, and starts kicking his feet and wiggling out of the hold, and ends up free, and behind Kyle. Xavier hits a knee to Kyle's back, behinding him backwarsd, and hooking him for a reverse DDT. From that he kneels down quickly, hitting a backbreaker on Kyle, and going for a quick pin.

1.... 2....

Kyle kicks out, and rolls away from Xavier. Xavier runs at Kyle with a clothesline, but Kyle ducks. Xavier keeps running and jumps, spingboarding off the middle rope, and flying backwards at Kyle with an elbow. Xavier connects and rolls backwards, waiting for Kyle to get up. Kyle gets up slowly, facing away from Xavier. Xavier runs at Kyle and hops up on his shoulders. Xavier then spins around, going for a hurricanrana, but instead of taking Kyle over, Kyle pushes Xavier off, making Xavier backflip off his shoulders. Xavier lands on his feet and Kyle quickly hits Murphy's Law on Xavier.

RW: WHAT THE HELL!

JC: WOW! Kyle hit that Murphy's Law out of no where.

Kyle drapes an arm over Xavier for the pin.

1.. 2..... 3.

Winner: Kyle Murphy

JC: WOAH! We have a new Intercontinental Champion here tonight folks.

RW: Yes we do, and his name is Kyle Murphy. What a match.

JC: I'd really like to see these two hook it up again, what a match this was, indeed.

The referee hands a tired Kyle Murphy the IC title. Kyle looks around, and then looks at the title. He gets up on the 2nd turnbuckle and holds up the title for everyone to see.

Match Number Three
Jarrod Lemonvs. Lucretia Black
( Non Title Match)

King Kill 33 by Marilyn Manson hits as Lucretia makes her way to the ring to a hail of boos which only makes her smile. She gets in the ring as she waits.

Then Waiting To Die by (hed) Pe hits but Jarrod is introduced but never makes it to the ring,

RW: Where is Jarrod?

After 2 min the ref calls for the bell as Lucretia has a pissed off look on her face as she walks away.

Winner: Lucretia Black

RW: Well…

Ending

John Cartwright: Welcome back, fol... "Creep" by Radiohead interupts everything, as the lights fall to black. The crowd hushes, knowing the music and who is about to come out.

Randy White: No... is it that time of month?

JC: Uh...

RW: What?

Out from the back, Johnny Legend reveals himself and the crowd goes nuts, as their cheers echoes through-out the arena! Standing ontop of the ramp, Legend looks all around the arena and at the crowd, while wearing blue jeans and a yellow shirt sporting the 'SFT' logo in the middle. No fireworks, nothing big at all really, just music and former two-time Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight champion... Johnny Legend.

Already holding a mic in his right hand, the music cuts and Legend begins to speak while standing ontop of the ramp.

Legend: Wow, didn't expect that. *some of the crowd continues with chants.* Alright, let's get right down to business... I am back, simple as that... who knows how long? *he shrugs* Yeah I know, you see, SFT and I... well... we never had a great relationship. It's like a girl that pushes you to the limit of wanting to actually give up and kiss Ms. Black. Burrrrrr.

Legend shakes alittle as the crowd cheers.

Legend: Yeah, heard she was a dude or something... but anyways...

Some of the crowd laughs.

Legend: I am here because the SFT is in danger, and I must return it to balance. I mean, if it wasn't for SFT or RW*CENSOR*, I wouldn't be making any money... simple. If one pays higher then the other one... I am there then.

Some of the crowd begins to boo.

Legend: *cuts everyone off* ... oh shut the hell up. You know me, you know that all I care about is truly the titles and money. Which by the way, following those two beauties is fame and glory. You see, another title under my waist whould be nice, and it would put my face on everything magazine out there!

He pauses and snaps back into reality.

Legend: Sorry. Anyways, what I am saying, SFT is weak... no talent. It's a simple slaughter truly. No one in the back can ever match this! *showcases the whole package by lifting his shirt up.* Understand this, I am still 'The Remarkable One', and remember that I can have anything I want... anything. That world title will be mine... come after the Lethal Lottery!

The crowd goes nuts once again, after Legend tosses his mic down...

TECHNICAL NOISE!

RW: Well... I am still confused... are you PMS'ing, Randy?

JC: I was, but now I just pissed myself.

Inferno fades out



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