The scene opens with a parameter shot of the crowd from above. The lights go out completely as we hear Slipknot or Limp Bizkit begin to play. The crowd is going wild as the lights never turn on. It is chaos.

RW: Someone turn on the lights!

JC: yeah when the lights are off and you have sold out arenas like we do now, people have a tendency of getting a little bit rowdy.

The song continues to play and the crowd is going nuts but its pitch black and nothing can be seen. A voice is heard.

“You like that don’t you? You like not knowing. You like how you feel in the darkness?…..let there be light!”

The lights turn on and we see the crowd, 4 or 5 fights have broken out across the arena, it is chaos, but with the lights comes order and people begin to settle down. We see Shadow in the middle of the ring.

“SFT had been in chaos for a time, but now its time for us to come back into the light and reassert ourselves. Chaos and darkness are my first love, but even I know that in order for us to live, we must live by order. And believe me kiddies. Things are going to get strict, but SFT will be stronger for it.”

With that Shadow leaves the ring.

RW: That guy is too weird.

JC: Yeah he is, but its that weird dark side you gotta respect and fear at the same time.

As the camera come back from commercial break you see the words "Right here... right now" flash across the screen as Rob Michaels comes down to where Maharaja is already waiting. He seems pumped as he gives a few high fives on the way down. He steps into the ring and is right away met with a fist from Maha. Rob hits back and they both charge back and forth with powerful fists. Rob grab Maha and does a fast leg sweep... and is up fast enough to capitalize. He puts Maha right into a figure four leg lock. Maha is yelling out in obvious pain.

JC : Somebody showing some definite skill here. Rob is dominating.

Slut Monkey - So guys... did I miss much?

RW : YAY. Our Commish is here! Where did you come from?

Slut Monkey - Ask no questions... but have a beer.

As Slut Monkey hands Randy a beer Maha kicks Rob right in the face. Both men stand right up... but Maha clearly is having trouble. He steps forward and falls right down. Rob grabs his right leg... and drops an elbow into it. After doing that several times he stands up and takes a look around. The cheering crowd is asking for more... so he picks him up. He grapples him... and quickly does a damaging piledriver. Maha rolls away as Rob stands up. Me doesn't know if he should hold his leg or his head... but Rob is kicking him away. Maha suddenly sweeps Rob's feet out from under him. He stands up over Rob quickly... and steadies himself with the ropes. As Rob stands up he knocks him back down with a clothesline. He picks him back up... and grabs his arm and hits him with a knife edge chop. Followed by another... and another... and another. Rob falls down after the blows and Maha does a quick legs drop.

RW : Well... this match turned around!

JC : Your actually watching one of the matches and talking about it! Your doing your job!

Slut Monkey : Yea Randy. Good job. Here is another beer. One for you... two more for me.

RW : Where are you getting all this beer?

Slut Monkey - You no ask dumb question.

Rob has stood back up and they are fighting back and forth. Rob pushes Maha into a corner and kicks him in the gut. Maha slumps over and seems very stunned. Rob makes some motion and grabs him. He puts him up on the top rope... and sets up for the "Super-Sydneyplex." As he goes to pick him up Maha grabs him by the waist and jumps off the turnbuckle. He powerbombs Rob and holds him for the count. 1... 2... 3... It all cuts to a commercial for "Stinky Feet B Gone", the latest in foot odor remover.

Winner: Maharaja

As the commercial ends you can hear the middle of "You know your Right" by Nirvana as Johnny Legend makes his way down to the ring. Then Virus 2.0 comes out. No real music or light action... he just kinda wanders out. He walks around the ring and doesn't jump in right away. As he slides in Legend smashes his head with his foot. He kicks him twice more and picks up the stunned Virus. He hooks both his arms and does a double armed DDT. Before Virus can recover... or even really blink... Legend picks him up again and follows it up with a Death Valley driver. Virus barely stand on his own as Legend walks towards him again.

JC : This is pretty one sided.

RW : Legend brought his grade A game. Virus brought his Q brand mystery game.

Slut Monkey - Then I said to that... five dollars for what? Yea... thats right. I can piss on the wall here. Also... drive through Dentist would be great.

JC : Wow.

RW : Yea... he's had a few too many.

Slut Monkey - I will tell you when I had enough!

Legend is simply tossing Virus around at this point... he tosses him into the ropes and makes it a moving inverted DVD. Virus falls down. Virus doesn't stir to get back up. Virus doesn't look like he is breathing. Yea... thats right. Virus might just be dead. Legend puts a foot on his chest and the ref counts. 1... 2... 3...

Slut Monkey - Thats it for me... I need to find more beer.

Winner: Johnny Legend

JC : Yea... on to the next match.

Both men are in the ring already

The bell rings and DVD gets a jump on Mike with a flying forearm. DVD hits a snapmare then a huge brainbuster.

RW: Wow there DVD starts off the match on fire.

JC: No doubt about it, the man has been away a few weeks and came back raring to go.

DVD covers but only gets a 2 count. Zybala is up and DVD tries a roundhouse kick but Zybala ducks and does a leg sweep. DVD is down. Zybala with a toe drop hold then a flying elbow off the rope.

RW: Wow I haven’t seen Zybala this sharp in some time.

JC: Someone lit a fire under that boy. They should do it more often.

Zybala gets up and says “Someone call my momma, im about to whoop someone!”

The crowd cheers and jeers.

DVD not to be outdone hits a superkick on Zybala and Zybala goes down like a ton of bricks. DVD then goes up to the top rope and flies off with a frog splash but Zybala lifts his knees up and gets DVD right in the ribs!

RW: Ohhhh that has to hurt big time.

DVD rolls around clutching his ribs.

JC: He took a gamble and lost.

Zybala uses a camel clutch type move on DVD but DVD is close enough to the ropes to be able to put a foot on. The ref makes Zybala break the hold.

Zybala pushes DVD closer to the middle of the ring and hits a leg drop. Zybala drags DVD to the corner and does a Banzia Drop on DVD’s chest.

RW: I guess Zybala think’s hes Yokozuna or something.

RW: That was cool, good way of making me remember good ole Yokozuna.

Zybala tries it again but DVD lifts a leg and nails him in the midsection. Zybala is down hard.

DVD is going up top for his Van Daminator but as he flies off Zybala moves out of the way. DVD hits the mat hard, he gets up wobbly and Zybala hits him with his Mind Eraser for the 1...2....3!!!

Winner: Mike Zybala

JC: DVD has lost another match. He's been on a losing streak as of late and it all started with The ICON. He's responsible for this. DVD hasnt been the same since the ICON started stalking him. First costing him his US Title, and now tonite...What the hell?!

The lights in the arena go out and the place is left completely dark. Screams are heard in the crowd as people are taken by surprise. The StrikeTron lights up with these words:

Match Thrown out

Winner: No Contest

RW: Well that was fast.

We cut to the commentators booth.

JC: Ladies and gentlemen do we have an exciting main event for you tonight or what?

RW: Probably not.

JC: Why do you always have to be negative?

RW: Why do you always have to life?

JC: When did I lie?

RW: "Do we have an exciting main event for you or what?"

JC: Yeah, so. I'm motivating the audience.

RW: How can you be so sure this match will rule.

JC: Shut the fuck up.

RW: What's a "fuck" and how could I shut it?

JC: Harvey Vaughn take it away for the love of god . . .

We cut to the ring area where we see ring announcer Harvey Vaughn standing there with a mic in his hand. Referee Chris White admires the crowd in the background. Just then Harvey places the mic up to his mouth and begins to announce as the first entrants music hits the speakers.

"War Machine" by KISS blares across the loudspeakers and the crowd begins to cheer. Haze machines create a cloud of "smoke" all across the entryway and strobe lights blink from all over the stage and down the ramp. Robin Gallant walks out in an intensely focused manner. He calmly but quickly walks down the aisle and slides into the ring. In the ring, he then climbs to the second rope and tries to pump up the crowd.

Harvey Vaughn: In the ring now challenging the current Xtreme champion tonight weighing in at 222 pounds from East Ruthersford, New Jersey . . . ROBIN GALLANT!!!!!

Robin poses once more as Harvey finishes speaking and his music fades out in the background. Harvey speaks again.

Harvey Vaughn: And his opponent. Weighing in at 255 pounds from Brick, New Jersey. He is the current Xtreme champion . . . GOLDENEYE!!!!!

"Slamin" by Buckcherry hits the speakers as Goldeneye walks out from the back. The crowd gives him a dull response and even grows quieter as he poses with his arms in the air walking down the ramp. He looks around confused and disappointed, but shakes off the crowd and pushes their presence away ignoring them as he suddenly sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. "Slamin" by Buckcherry quickly fades out as we see Robin Gallant sprint towards Goldeneye and kick him down just as he slid in. Ring announcer Harvey Vaughn quickly exits the ring as referee Chris White runs towards the ropes and calls for the bell.

DING! DING!

RW: Oui oui! This match is on it's way!

JC: What are you French?

RW: I will eat your face.

JC: You've got issues man.

RW: France sucks.

JC: Ok.

RW: Ok.

Focusing back to the action we quickly notice that Robin Gallant is still surprisingly stomping away on the back of Goldeneye preventing him from even standing. He viciously reaches down and grabs Geye and brings him onto his knees and drags him towards the ropes. He lays Geye's neck over the middle rope and leaves him there as he himself sprints across to the other side of the ring where he bounces off the ropes and runs back towards Geye and lunges his lower body over the back of Geye's neck. Goldeneye's throat bounces off the stiff rope like a rubber ball and sends him flying backwards to the canvas. Robin takes the quick advantage and jumps back onto Geye and hooks a leg for a pin. Chris White falls to his knees and begins the count.

1 . . .

2 . . .

3 . . . kickout!

JC: Wow. That was way too close already.

RW: Psh I can tell you right now Goldeneye doesn't stand a chance.

JC: The match just friggin started!

RW: Hey you stick to your opinion, I'm sticking to mine.

JC: I hate you.

RW: And I fucked your sister . . . ok back to the action.

JC: Hey!

Robin stands up quickly after the kickout from Geye. He grabs Geye by the hair and brings him up to his feet slowly. As Geye rises with Robin's grip Geye suddenly begins to deliver some rabid blows to Gallant's gut. One after another, after another, until Gallant doesn't even have a hold over Geye anymore. Robin staggers back and now begins to take blows to the face as Geye reverses the entire course of the match. He works him all the way back to the ropes where he grabs one of Gallant's arms and whips him to the other side with an Irish whip. Robin hits the opposite ropes and runs back. Goldeneye stands in the center of the ring bending over awaiting Gallant so he can deliver what looks to be backbody drop. As Gallant runs back he stops his momentum right in front of Geye and instead he counters Geye with the "Chain Mail"! Just as Gallant finishes delivering this move we awkwardly see Mike Zybala sprinting down the ramp. As he reaches the end he stops before the ring and reaches down underneath the ring apron and digs out a trash can lid. He then stands back up and hops onto the ring apron and rushes to the side where he climbs up the turnbuckle. Meanwhile we see Gallant making a pin on Goldeneye. Referee Chris White begins the count.

1 . . .

2 . . .

3 . . . SMASH!!!

Just as Chris White was about to complete the three count we see Mike Zybala fly in from above smashing a flying leg drop with a trash can lid underneath him over the back of Gallant's head knocking him out cold and stopping the count. Gallant rolls off of Geye and onto his back knocked out right next to him. Zybala stands up meanwhile and runs over towards Geye and grabs his arm and quickly places it over Gallant's chest. Chris White begins another three count as does Mike Zybala synchronized with him.

1 . . .

2 . . .

3 . . .!!!

DING! DING! DING!

RW: That poop brain Zybala just screwed over Gallant and his chance at becoming the new Xtreme champion. Ah well.

JC: That bastard! Gallant better seek some revenge on his ass!

RW: Yeah you'd like to see some guy on guy "ass" action wouldn't you?

JC: Die. Die now. And die hard.

RW: Anyway the winner and still Xtreme champion is Goldeneye.

In the ring we see Zybala stand Geye up and he hands him his Xtreme title. Zybala raises Geye's hand as "Slamin" by Buckcherry begins to play again. As both of the guys are celebrating suddenly a very mysterious song begins to play as all the lights around us go out.

JC: What the hell?

RW: What the hell is going on?

JC: Where are the lights...?

We cut to the stage area where suddenly the Strike-tron starts to slowly turn purple like an ooze or some sort of leak.

RW: Whose entrance video is this?

JC: Beats ms.

Just then the words "Body Count" appears on the Strike-tron and underneath is it says . . . "The Ass Man returns . . ."

Moments later "Light My Fire" by The Doors begins to play as the lights come back on and we cut back to the ring only to see Goldeneye and Mike Zybala standing there very confused.

Winner: Insert Winner of Match Five Here

RW: Ok folks Inferno has come to an end, and what a show it was.

JC: Most definitely, I cant wait to see what happens next week.

RW and JC in unison “Goodnight and Godbless”

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