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Intro [Nick Kincaid vs. Seth Dryden] 1... 2... 3. Jake:
"Wow....after a hard fought match, and may have taken a few years off
all these guys' careers, Nick Kincaid pulls out the victory with
Adrenaline." Emily:
"Now Nick can proudly say he earned the SFT Television Title." Phil: What?
Nick holds his back with
one arm and he pulls his other away from Seth. The new champion is handed a
microphone. Seth Dryden:
Nick Kincaid... you've done very well. Just as I presumed, I would win.
Don't let that discourage you. You did well. Keep up on truckin'. Seth turns
and he starts to leave, but Nick grabs Seth's shoulder and the microphone.
Nick Kincaid:
So you think... now that you have that belt... that you are something
special. Just like your last three matches: you got lucky. Beating me is one
of those things that you just don't see happen twice. Dryden
readjusts his title and he grabs the mic. Seth Dryden:
That sounds like a challenge. Nick nods his
head. Seth Dryden:
Ha ha ha. In your dreams... Seth drops
the mic and he goes to the leave the ring. Before Seth can leave, Nick steps
back and he delivers his "Shockwave" finisher to Seth, knocking
the champ out of the ring. Nick picks up the mic and he climbs to the second
rope. Nick Kincaid:
In my dreams?! NO! In... your... nightmares! Nick jumps
down and he slides out of the ring. He kneels down by Seth and grabs the TV
Title. Nick Kincaid:
You think this makes you great? Prove it. Put it on the line... at Bitter
Sweetness! You... and me... one more time. If you beat me, I'll leave you
alone. If I win... you bow at my feet and worship "The Rookie
Messiah" before you. What do you say? Kincaid holds
the mic down by the seemingly unconsious Seth Dryden. Nick then - out of the
corner of his mouth - speaks for Seth. "Seth
Dryden": You're on, bitch! Nick Kincaid
stands up with the Television Title and he smiles as he drops it onto the
brand new champion. Nick then limps up the ramp and to the backstage area.
Steve: Who
woulda thunk it. A rematch between these future legends. Phil: It will
be a match for the ages, I'm sure. But after seeing how Seth Dryden schooled
Nick Kincaid tonight... one might doubt Kincaid's chances. Steve: One
might? Sheesh, Phil... many might. You saw the match. Phil: Yes I
did... but I also saw the post-match carnage. Regardless of what
"one" might think... Seth Dryden will defend his Television Title
against Nick Kincaid on Sunday at Bitter Sweetness! [Sean Lane vs. Damien Sparks] Damien Sparks: "Yes.." ( The camera swings around and we see an SFT backstage employee looking
up at Damien. ) SFT Employee: "Sean Lane has arrived, Mr. Sparks.." ( A sadistic grin comes across the face of the ego-maniac as he nods his
head in acknowledgment. ) Damien Sparks: "Thanks." ( Damien closes the door in the face of his informer. With our camera's
still in his locker room he reaches into his trouser pocket and pulls out
his cell-phone and begins to dial.. ) Damien Sparks: "Hey... yeah, he's here.... Lets get this party
started.." Man:
"Sean! Sean!.." Sean Lane: "I don't have time to sign autographs, man.." Man:
"No sir.. you have a phone call.. from a woman named uh.. Lisa.." ( Sean closes his eyes and shakes his head as the man takes him to the
phone. After a few moments Sean is lead to a room.. )
Man:
"It's right in there, sir.." Sean Lane: "Thanks.." ( Sean enters the room when the guy closes the door behind him and locks
it. Suddenly footsteps can be heard and Owen Windsor enters the scene. He
hands the guy a roll of money in exchange for the key.. )
Owen Windsor: "Good work.." Man:
"I won't lose my job over this, will I..?" ( Owen laughs.. ) Owen Windsor: "Not at all, you were asked to deliver a message to Sean,
and you did. You've been rewarded with a treat, so be a good boy, and run a
long. There is nothing to see here.." ( The guy leaves and Sean starts banging on the door. )
Sean Lane: "What the fuck is going on! Let me out!" ( Owen laughs again. ) Owen Windsor: "Calm down, Sean. You're on time out, you should know better
than to sleep with other peoples wives." Sean Lane: "Windsor? You fucking asshole.." Owen Windsor: "I'm not the one that broke up a happy home, Sean. So out of
the two of us, I'd say you're more likely to be the..
"asshole"." Sean Lane: "That was nearly two years ago.." Owen Windsor: "Sean, you're missing the point. If a murder was committed
two years ago the cops found out who the culprit was a few days ago.. he
would still be punished.." Sean Lane: "You'd know all about that wouldn't you? Fucking
criminal." Owen Windsor: "Sticks and stones, mate." Sean Lane: "I swear to god when I get out of here I'm coming for
you.." Owen Windsor: "Again, you're missing the whole point. We have your number.
You're stuck in there. So just shut up, and we might let you out for good
behavior.." ( Cut to ringside. ) Damien Sparks: "I take it we have him..?" ( Windsor smiles back. ) Owen Windsor: "We do indeed. He's being very hostile, too." Damien Sparks: "Well.. snakes do that when backed into a corner." ( Windsor laughs ) Damien Sparks: "So what time is 'visiting hours'?" Owen Windsor: "You're right on time.. Just let me open the door and we'll
get this started." Damien Sparks: "Thanks.." ( Windor reaches into his pocket hand takes out the key to the door. He
hands it to Sparks.. ) Owen Windsor: "You know he'll pounce on you when you enter.." Damien Sparks: "..or we could let him come to us, and we pounce.." Owen Windsor: "Sounds good.. I'll open the door." ( And with that said Windsor puts the key in the door and slowly turns
it. Just before he is about to open it, he turns to Sparks.. )
Owen Windsor: "Are you ready?" Damien Sparks: "Open it.." ( And open it he does, and like clockwork Lane rushes out and just when
he is about to go for Sparks Windsor comes from behind and knocks him to the
floor. The two begin to put the boots to him before throwing him back into
the room. )
Owen Windsor: "Idiot." ( Damien closes the door behind him and we cut back to ringside ) Damien Sparks: "What are we going to do with you Sean, huh? Sleeping with
my wife? Next thing you know you'll be changing your residencey to Canada
and get some actual talent, just so you can be even more like me.." Owen Windsor: "I think it's a little late for him to get talent. His
career is almost at an end.." Damien Sparks: "I'd feel worthless if my only great success came by
"imitating" someone else." Owen Windsor: "Well, Sean is worthless.." ( Sean looks up at them both.. ) Sean Lane: "Thats not what your wife was saying, Damien." ( Sean Lane gets a solid right hand to the face. )
Damien Sparks: "Shut the fuck up. You're pathetic Sean. When this wrestling
gig is all over and people ask you what was your key to success, what are
you going to tell them Sean? You worked your ass off?" ( Windsor sniggers in the background. ) Damien Sparks: "You never gave up on your goals?" ( Again, Windsor laughs. ) Damien Sparks: "You could say that, Sean.. but it would be a lie. The truth
is; your Key to success is by simply trying to emulate a man that was
superior to you in every way. Me. You are the poor man's Damien Sparks. It
kills you inside doesn't it? It kills you to know that no matter how hard
you try, you could never be as good as me. So instead of accepting it, you
figured.. "If i can't beat him... be him.". You took it too far
when you slept with my wife, and soon.. your punishment will come." Owen Windsor: "Aren't we going to rough him up a little..?" ( Damien turns to Windsor. ) Damien Sparks: "He is defending the SFT title tonight. If his punishment
were to be tonight, he'd have to forfeit the title, and that would tarnish
the title even more.." ( He turns back to face Sean. ) Damien Sparks: "Tonight was just the warning. We're coming for you, Sean,
and I'm not going to pull your stupid little Staple gun stunt. I have
something special planned for you, Sean.. you'll see." ( Cue arrogant smile. ) Owen Windsor: "Are you done?" Damien Sparks: "...for now." Owen Windsor: "Good, because Visiting time is over.." ( And with that Windsor charges at Lane and boots him in the face
causing the chair to tip and Lane to fall flat on the floor. Windsor and
Sparks look at each other before they both grab lane and throw him out of
the door. They dust them selves off and shut the door. Windsor turns to
Damien.. )
Owen Windsor: "Where to next..?" Damien Sparks: "Ottawa." ( Windsor smiles and nods in acknowledgement. )
Owen Windsor: "Excellent." Sean's
eyes open and in his view is Damien Sparks and Owen Windsor. Lane finds
himself in the same predicament as he did at the Pay Per View. Taken
hostage. Damien
Sparks: "We have a surpise for you.." The door
to the left opens up and in comes Windsor holding Damien's ex-wife. Who is
trying to escape, but is clearly no match for Windsor. He pushes her into
Damien, who grabs her by the hair. Damien
Sparks: "Happy to see her Sean?" Lane
shakes his head. Damien
Sparks: "Oh, you see that Lisa; he isn't happy to see you. After
everything you've been through togther. The lies, the betrayal, the sex. Obviously
you weren't that good of a fuck, baby." owen
Windsor: "This can't be right.. surely you wouldn't have stayed with
her that long if she was a crap shag." Damien
laughs. Damien
Sparks: "Sex with Lisa was good, actually. Very good. Obviously she
didn't try her best for.. "the sweetness." I think we should give
her a second chance. What do you say Lisa?" Lisa
shakes her head, she does not want to be involved. Damien
Sparks: "That's just tough luck, isn't it, sweetheart." With that
said, Sparks grabs Lisa by the back of her neck and psycoticly shoves her
face on Sean's crotch. Damien holds Lisa in that position while Windsor
begins to tie them together, so there is no escape. Damien now
has a sick look on his face. Damien
Sparks: "Bring back fond memories for you both?" The two
try to wriggle free, but it is no use. Windsor is laughing in the background
as Sparks paces around the room. He's had enough, and he kicks the chair
over causing them both to fall over and them to break lose. Windsor grabs
Lisa by the hair, and Sparks is quickly on Lane as he charges at him and
kicks him in the gut. He then grabs him by the hair and slams him face first
to the floor. Damien
Sparks: "You both disgust me." Damien
then walks over to Lisa and grabs her by her hair, almost pulling it out. Damien
Sparks: "How could you do this to me, Lisa? To think I comtemplated
trying to get back together with you." Damien
spits in the floor. Damien
Sparks: "You make me sick. You dirty fucking.. whore!" With that
said Damien throws her to the floor in a fit of rage. He has completely lost
it as he turns to face Sean, who is trying to get up. He has a cut above his
eye thanks to Damien slaming his face into the concrete, by the look on
Damien's face, the beating isn't over yet. He marches up to Lane, picks him
up. He grabs him by his hair once more, blood trickyling down his
face. Sparks looks into his eyes before he slaps him across the face,
boots him in the gut and throws him into the solid brick wall. Lane collapes
to the floor. Sparks isn't done, he lifts Lane up and places him back on the
chair. Lane has a glazed look on his face. Damien
Sparks: "I thought this would give me some redemption, but it hasn't. I
thought beating you tonight would make us even, but it's just not going to
do. So here's a little something for you Sean. The match between you and I
for the pay per view, I've decided I want to add my own little
stipulation... a broken ego match. What is one of those..? I'll let you know
when you're ready, but for now.. get the fuck out of my sight.. And
following those words Sparks picks up Lane once again, grabs his neck and
drives him down to the floor with a move he likes to call.. "the ego
has landed as the scene fades to static.." ::fades to Super Slaughter::
Windsor: Couldn’t pull
anything off during your little light show, could ya Sean? You know, if I were you, Id be getting really sick of getting
my ass kicked. If I were you
Sean, Id be getting really sick of seeing us two beating the shit out of you
week in and week out, embarrassing you and showing the world what a fucking
fake you’ve always been. Hell,
I'm getting sick of beating you…but it’s just what we have to do.
So if you don't mind, or if you do, we don't give a shit, we’re
going to make this a quick beating… Sparks lunges at Lane who pulls a kendo stick from behind his back and
fucking bashes him in the head with it.
He quickly spins and nails Windsor and turns again and nails Sparks
again. A second shot to Windsor
sends him to the ground and from the rafters the remnants of the cage from
the Hardcore match starts to come down.
Sparks comes at Lane again and Lane wraps him up with a Russian Leg
Sweep with the kendo stick across the throat and sends him to the mat.
Lane quickly slides out of the ring and grabs two pairs of handcuffs
and tosses them in the ring and slides back in just before the cage sets in
place. Steve: Apparently Lane did
have something in store for these two… Lane grabs Windsor and nails him with the cane again before pulling him
head first to the cage. He
nails him head first into it and then turns him around and handcuffs him to
the cage. He walks off to
Sparks and grabs him, beating his head into the cage and then handcuffing
him there. Lane then looks
right into his eyes and smiles at Sparks, who is struggling to get free. Lane then takes his kendo stick in hand and just lays into
Sparks, busting him open and sending blood covering his face. Lane
nails him half a dozen times across the head before going over and laying a
couple into Windsor and then standing in the middle of the ring.
He signals for the cage to go up and it starts to with Sparks and
Windsor still attached. It gets
a good fifteen feet above the ring when Lane hops on the mic… Lane: You stupid shits, you
don't know how much rage flows through my blood.
Did you think I was really going to be dumb enough not to count on
you two coming to this ring tonight and trying something? And to clear something up on my stipulation for one of the
falls of the match…we’re going to make it a good old fashioned street
fight…with Windsor banned from ringside.
But this isn’t any straight type of street fight…it’s a
Rochester Street Fight…have fun just hanging out…The Sweetness has
spoken! [Dave Steel vs. Connor MacDaddy vs. Lacus Balkan vs. Fox vs. The ICON] ::Fades
to Body Count II::
The fans then being to erupt JC: Oh my
god, did you just hear that? RW: Wow, JC: Is
that all u can say? RW:
Yes….. JC: This
is amazing. 1... 2... 3... JC: ICON WINS! JC: Big
Mac. RW: I
think that's all she wrote John. Connor easily makes a cover on Lane, and Mad Dogg runs half way across
the ring before making a huge over-dramatic baseball slide to stop right
beside the cover. Mad Dogg passionately brings his arm back and counts.
Ref Dogg:
One, Two, Three!!!! Ring the bell! JC: And
Connor MacDaddy is the sole champion of SFT. RW: What
the hell is Icon doing. We Shadow
and Dean on the rampway, they signal the ref not to stop the match. RW: What
the hell is Icon doing. We Shadow and Dean on the rampway, they signal the ref not to stop the
match.
Fox tries to take the chair but he gets a chairshot in the face as well,
Fox goes down on the other side of Balkan. Icon walks away. Dave Steels left
arm is over Balkan. Fox instictively lays a hand on the nearest body being
Balkan. The ref counts 2... 3... JC: What
have we here? The ring announcer announces Dave and Fox as winners of the match. Steve:
This match is amazing! Phil: It's
one that we won't forget for a long time. "Dave
Steel gets to his feet and he goes to the opposite corner, where Connor
MacDaddy is resting. Connor meets Dave in the center and the two men lock
up. Steel hits a mean DDT on Connor before locking on his patented camel
clutch." Steve: The
Ultimate Deception! "After
a few moments of struggle, Connor MacDaddy taps out! Just as he does, Fox
dives in to break it up... but he's too late! The bell sounds and Dave
Steel's music starts to play!" Phil: WE
HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! ::Fades to Super Slaughter:: We then show up the Arena entrance where Dave Steel has showed up to the Arena with his world title around his shoulder. The Fans erupt into cheers as he walks past some fans on his way to the backstage area, as soon as he makes it backstage he runs into Fox. Fox: Enjoying your time as world champion? Dave Steel: I will be enjoying for a while. Fox: Your not leaving the PPV as world champ. Hell your not leaving Here tonight as World champ. Dave Steel: Is that a threat? Fox: Take it as you want. Fox and Dave then go nose to nose till Icon shows up and gets in between the both of them. Icon: Now your both not going to start fighting with out me are you? Fox: We wouldn’t dream of it. All three are going into a stare down. But then Dean comes up from behind. Erik Dean: Now I am so happy to see you all talking sense next week you will be beating the hell out of one another, wouldn’t want that happening here now would we? Dave Steel: No I guess we wouldn’t. Erik Dean: Good… We then fade back to ringside. ::fades to Super Slaughter:: We then go backstage where the camera is zooming down the hall, all of a sudden it stops, and then ::CRASH:: Icon goes flying through a door. Inside the room Dave Steel and Fox are battling it out, Steel then goes down to Fox as Fox kneed him in the Gut, Fox then sends Dave into the wall. Fox: Now Dave, how are you really going to stop me from taking your title at Bitter Sweetness. I mean come on now. All of a sudden the closet door to the locker room opens and out comes Connor MacDaddy with a Chair, ::CRACK:: right across Fox’s head! Fox falls to the floor and Connor then kicks Fox as he is down. Connor MacDaddy: I can’t believe you all started the fun with out me. Icon then gets up and hits a spear to Connor sending them crashing into a table, Icon then throws some punches and Connor blocks them little by little, but a lot of the punches are connecting. Steel is now back up and charges at Icon with his leg, Icon then gets knees in the back of the head and goes down. Fox is now back to his feet and grabs the chair. Fox swings the chair, but Steel ducks! Steel then grabs Fox and hits “The Bad Trip”! Knocking Fox completely Out Cold, Steel then gathers his thoughts and grabs his title and heads for the door, he then turns off the light and exits the room. Opening We then fade from the intro to a dark arena; a little pop up comes up on the side of the screen, and its shows that we are live from The Skydome in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Then Pyro shoots off into the Arena, the fans begin to scream as “The Game” by Disturbed plays over the PA system again as the lights in the arena come back on. It’s a packed house as the cameras roll around the arena. Fans holding up all sorts of signs, some that say “DO YOU KNOW THE MUFFIN MAN?!”, “SmurfMaster > Jesus”, and “BRING BACK THE PICK!”
We then go down to ringside where Emily and Jake have taken there seats and set up for the PPV.
Emily: Welcome everybody to BitterSweetness!
Jake: What a night we have here tonight.
Emily: As you saw from the Intro, 4 great matches later on tonight.
Jake: Not only that, but we have the Lightweight Title on the line, Xtreme Title, Tag Titles, and a Contendership match for either the Xtreme or TV title.
Emily: Tonight Nick Kincaid takes on Seth Dryden in the re-match from Super Slaughter. Oh I can’t wait.
Jake: We also have Allisa vs. Erik Dean.
Emily: And a match that every one has been talking about, Sean Lane vs. Damien Sparks. This also being Sean Lane’s last match.
Jake: And then the second Main Event, a match that has been booked sense Body Count II. The Triple Cage World Title Match, oh how sweet its going to be.
Emily: We have all waited along time for this.
Jake: But we got word though, that Dave Steel will not be here tonight to defend his World Title, and will be out of SFT for some time.
Emily: That sucks a lot seeing as how I was happy as hell when you won the title.
Jake: But that just means we are going to have a new champion!
We then go outside to the parking lot, where we see Stage Crew member’s hauling in a coffin. We then see Erik Dean walking outside and Stage Crew members take the coffin right by him.
Erik Dean: What the hell is that?
A Stage Crew member walks over to Dean.
Stage Crew Member: Sorry can’t say, we got word that we are not to say a word about whats in there, not even to you sir.
Erik Dean: Who the fuck ordered that?
Stage Crew Member: Can’t release that.
Erik Dean then stairs at the man, and then looks behind him to see the coffin being rolled in. we then fade back to ringside.
Jake: Well now…
Emily: What a way to start off the show.
Match Number One
The arena lights dim, purple fluorescent smoke rises from the stage. "Guerilla Radio" by Rage Against The Machine blares through the arena and "The Rock Star" Tai Hashi walks out from behind the curtain with a guitar round his neck. The crowd cheer as he gives hi-fives to the crowd, Tai gives the guitar to the timekeeper and then rolls into the ring.
Tai Hashi bounces off the ropes a couple times while he waits for his opponent.
Emily: This should be a good one these two have been tearing at each other all week.
Jake: It sure will Emily these guys are going to open up this PPV nicely!
Purple and orange disco lights circle the arena scanning the audience and crossing over the entrance ramp. "Do You Know the Muffin Man?" hits the speakers and the crowd cheers as a customized miniature delivery van pulls onto the main stage. The camera focuses on the driver's seat and The Muffin Man gives a wave and a honk of his horn before proceeding down to the ring. He parks the vehicle at ringside then climbs the steps and gets in the ring followed by Munchkin Boy. The Muffin Man and Munchkin Boy then begin to throw out free muffins of various flavors to the audience. When the music stops Munchkin Boy takes his place at ringside and The Muffin Man bounces off the ropes.
Emily: Hey, what's that?
The Muffin Man smiles brightly and looks at Tai Hashi. He reaches behind his back and pulls out one last muffin.
Jake: Hey! I think that's one of those sushi muffins he made!
Emily: Is Tai Hashi gonna take it?
Tai Hashi slaps Muffin Man's hand away. Muffin Man looks, sad, but instead, offers it again.
Jake: I don't think that was to smart on Muffin Man's part.
Tai Hashi looks at it, and takes it this time. He cracks a smile, takes a bite, and begins to chew.
Emily: Oh my god he took it!
Tai Hashi leans back and spits the muffin right in The Muffin Man's face. Muffin Man looks shocked, wipes the muffin from his face slowly, then cracks Tai Hashi in the face!
Jake: Oh no!
The referee calls for the bell and the two start exchanging punches right away. The Muffin Man takes brief control and tries throwing Tai Hashi to the ropes. Tai Hashi bounces off the ropes and comes back faster than Muffin Man expects and hits a spinning heel kick. The Muffin Man goes down and Tai Hashi pounces on him and picks him right back up. He throws Muffin Man to the ropes again and hits him with a hurricanrana on the way back. Tai Hashi doesn't get up, but instead stays on top of his opponent and starts slugging him in the face. The referee steps in and forces Tai Hashi to get up after a five count. Tai Hashi pushes the ref away and picks Muffin Man up again.
Emily: Man Tai Hashi is fired up. He wants to take Muffin Man out quick.
Tai Hashi tries to lift Muffin Man up but isn't strong enough. Muffin Man tries to counter, but Tai Hashi hits him with a roundhouse kicks taking him to the mat. Tai Hashi now runs to the ropes and quickly sets up for a moonsault. He dives off the top rope and is about to connect with a moonsault with The Muffin Man sticks his legs up.
Jake: Ouch!
Tai Hashi is on his knees holding his gut, and The Muffin Man approaches him with a slug to the face. Muffin Man then picks Tai Hashi up and throws him into the corner. Muffin Man hits Tai Hashi with a back elbow, then runs to the other side of the ring. He points at the corner where Tai Hashi is and the crowd cheers as he runs in with a body splash. Tai Hashi comes stumbling out of the corner and walks right into a double arm DDT. The Muffin Man rolls Tai Hashi into the first cover of the night. The ref makes a two count before Tai Hashi gets a shoulder up.
Emily: A couple good shots by Muffin Man but not enough.
The Muffin Man picks Tai Hashi back up but Tai Hashi gets in a chop to the midsection. Tai Hashi now steps back and plants a shuffling side kick on Muffin Man's chin. Muffin Man falls back and Tai Hashi again goes to the top rope. This time he tries for a shooting star press, and connects!
Jake: What a shot!
The ref counts, but somehow Muffin Man kicks out at two. Tai Hashi looks upset and lifts Muffin Man up yet again. This time he locks his arm into an abdominal stretch.
Emily: Oh no! It's locked in!
Munchkin Boy is slamming on the ringside trying to cheer Muffin Man on. The fans are cheering both men on and there's a mixed reaction. The Muffin Man reaches out, almost able to grab the ropes. The referee keeps asking him if he wants to quit and he says no. Finally, out of desperation, The Muffin Man reaches out as far as he can and barely grabs onto the rope. The referee counts to three and forces Tai Hashi to break.
Jake: What a close call, I thought Muffin Man was going to tap for sure.
Tai Hashi looks upset and gives Muffin Man a martial arts kick to the back of the leg. The referee warns him to watch his shots but The Rock Star ignores him. Tai Hashi backs off trying to take a break, and lets Muffin Man get back up. When he does Tai Hashi whips him to the ropes and goes for a back body drop on the return. As Tai Hashi tries to lift Muffin Man up, Muffin Man puts all his wait down and is able to pull Tai Hashi into a piledriver.
Emily: Awesome counter!
The Muffin Man staggers over to the corner to try and catch his breath as Tai Hashi gets back up holding his head. Tai Hashi sees Muffin Man taking a break and dashes at him, only to walk into a strong clothesline that causes Tai Hashi to bottom out into a back flip before hitting the canvas. Muffin Man gets fired up now and shouts at Tai Hashi to get back up. As Tai Hashi does get back up, Muffin Man gets ready for him and nails him with a body slam. Muffin Man now looks around to the fans before leaning back into one of the ropes and coming off with a huge leg drop. Muffin Man then goes for a cover.
Ref: One… Two… shoulder up!
The Muffin Man doesn't waste a second and he lifts Tai Hashi right back up before throwing him into the corner. After a few shoulder thrusts, Muffin Man then pushes Tai Hashi and calls for "The Baker's Dozen". He hits Tai Hashi with three punches to the face, then mounts the turnbuckle with Tai Hashi stuck in the corner and hits him with a ten punch as the ref counts. After he finishes, the Muffin Man strikes a pose for the fans. Tai Hashi snaps to life and pushes Muffin Man down. Muffin Man lands on his feet, but Tai Hashi hops backwards onto the ropes and comes off with the "Rock Kick" taking Muffin Man down.
Jake: Back to back trademark moves from these breakout superstars!
Tai Hashi is short of breath and trying to regain his composure. Muffin Man is out cold on the mat. The ref begins a ten count.
Ref: One… Two… Three… Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight…
Tai Hashi is still down, but crawling towards Muffin Man.
Emily: It's going to end in a count out!
Ref: Nine…
Tai Hashi throws his shoulder over Muffin Man for a cover just before the ref hits ten.
Ref: One… Two… Thr… kick out!
Jake: So close! Tai Hashi almost had it!
Emily: At least he was able to prevent it from ending in a count out.
Jake: So true. These guys have gone to far for it to end that way.
Tai Hashi slowly peels himself off the mat, and Muffin Man does the same. They stagger to the middle of the ring and start exchanging punches with each other.
Emily: And they're right back to where they started.
The Muffin man wins the fight of punches and is able to push Tai Hashi to the ropes and take him down with a spinning back elbow. Tai Hashi is flat on the mat and Muffin Man calls for the end and points to the corner. The Muffin Man slowly climbs to the top rope and it is clear that fatigue is settling in. When he gets to the top he takes the chance to pose for a moment, before taking a "Muff Dive" onto Tai Hashi… or rather plain old canvas because Tai Hashi has move out of harm's way!
Jake: That's a big ouch!
Emily: And could be a huge turning point for Tai Hashi to capitalize with victory.
Tai Hashi rolls to his feet as Muffin Man bounces to his holding his face. Tai Hashi runs rightr past Muffin Man and jumps right up onto the turnbuckle across from where Muffin Man jumped. Tai Hashi dives off and connects with the "Rockstar Press DDT"! Muffin Man is hit with such impact that he bounces up and rolls right out of the ring. The ref begins to count him out.
Jake: This one has to be over. No one's getting up from a move like that.
Ref: One… Two… Three… Four…
In the ring Tai Hashi begins to clap and say, "That's it, this guy is done."
Ref: Five… Six… Seven…
On the outside Munchkin Boy is yelling at and trying to motivate Muffin Man who has begun to stir.
Ref: Eight…
Muffin Man grabs onto the ring apron and begins to grab onto the ropes.
Ref: Nine…
Before the ref finishes counting to nine, Tai Hashi looks at Muffin Man in disqust and grabs him by the head, breaking the refs count. He tries to pull Muffin Man in the ring, but Muffin Man was playing possum and he grabs Tai Hashi's head before dropping to the arena floor, causing Tai Hashi to spring back grabbing his throat.
Emily: A trick!
The Muffin Man then slides under the bottom rope and calls for a "Greetings from Drury Lane". The fans roar as Tai Hashi turns around and practically walks into the move. However, as Muffin Man lifts him up, Tai Hashi gives Muffin Man his momentum and uses it to flip over Muffin Man's shoulder. Muffin Man is in shock as Tai Hashi pushes him into the corner and quickly sets him up for the "Hashi Drop" and the fans cheer more as Tai Hashi is about to end it all. Tai Hashi is about to dive from the top rope when suddenly Muffin Man is able to block and throw some shots to Hashi's midsection. Hashi doesn't even try to lock the move back in, but instead pushes Muffin Man off the ropes, causing him to backwards somersault to his feet. As Muffin Man staggers back towards Hashi who is still on the ropes, Hashi calls for and dives into yet another "Rock Star Press DDT"…
Jake: Holy…
Hashi lands on top of Muffin Man but before he can finish the move, Muffin Man reverses the momentum and drops Hashi with a "Greetings from Drury Lane!!!"
Jake: Reversal!
Emily: Holy reversal?
Jake: I guess so!
The fans roar louder than ever before as Muffin Man bounces right back off the mat and comes to position at Tai Hashi's head. Muffin Man kicks Hashi's arms together and throws his baker's hat into the audience before slapping his knees, then clapping his hands, then pretending to roll some dough. The Muffin Man then bounces off the ropes to his left, then his right, then comes in with a hugh…
Emily: "Patty-Cake!!!"
Jake: "Patty-Cake!!!"
The Muffin Man bounces up from the move and dives on top of Tai Hashi for the cover while hooking the leg behind him.
Ref: One… Two… Three!!! That's it ring the bell!!
Emily: And it's over!
Jake: The Muffin Man continues his streak and picks up his first PPV victory!
Emily: What a great opening match, these two put on quite a show!
Munchkin Boy runs into the ring and tries to pick The Muffin Man up in celebration. He fails miserable but Muffin Man laughs and pats Munchkin Boy's head before they exit the ring while their music plays.
Jake: The Muffin Man earned himself a shot at either the Television or Xtreme title here tonight. I wonder which it's going to be?
Emily: I'm sure we'll find out soon enough, but onto the next match!
Winner:
The Muffin Man Backstage We then fade
from a TNT Promo to the backstage area where we see Muffin man standing Next
to Reporter SmurfMaster.
Match Number Two
Jake: Well, here we are, getting ready for what should be one hell of a match here for the SFT Xtreme Title. We’ve got the champion Johnny Legend defending against a pretty much newcomer but an impressive one in Kaeneis. This guy is huge and he’s good…
Emily: Don't forget, this is falls count anywhere, no disqualification, it all goes in this title match and we’re in for a good reminder of why it is ECW succeeded with hardcore wrestling and why the WWE ruined it…
Jake: Someone sounds a bit bitter there…
Emily: Cut it Jake…I'm not in the mood for anything tonight…
Jake: That time of the month huh? Are we feeling bloated, uncomfortable? Is it a heavy day?
Emily: Honestly, cut the shit…
Jake: Wow, lets go to the ring for the introductions with our own Titans ring announcer Chimpo the Chimp.
Chimpo: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a Hardcore Rules match for the SFT Xtreme Title. Coming to the ring first, hailing from Tyneside in the United Kingdom, weighing in at 346 lbs, and accompanied to the ring by William Patterson, this is Kaeneis!
The arena plunges into darkness, and several seconds pass. A lone, white spotlight illuminates an empty ring, whilst all others remain off. The entrance video begins to play, and “My Immortal” begins. Kaeneis emerges, unlit. He stands at the ramp top for several more seconds, before slowly beginning his walk down to the ring. The single spotlight continues to light the ring. When the overdrive guitar, marking the beginning of the song bridge kicks in, pyro detonates white flashes on all four turnbuckles, and normal lighting resumes. Kaeneis enters over the top rope.
Jake: Great song and great entrance for one of the great newcomers here in the SFT…
Emily: Great song? You’re practically crying over there…and they say I'm the emotional one…
Jake: Blow me alright, it is a great song…don't know who pissed in your Cheerios this morning but when I find out…
Chimpo: And his opponent, hailing from Warren, Michigan, weighing in at 256 lbs, he is the SFT Xtreme Champion, Johnny Legend…
"You Know Your Right" by Nirvana plays over the speakers as fireworks go off; as the mist clears Johnny Legend is there with his arms in the air. In front of him on the ramp is a shopping cart full of various weapons including a speed limit sign, in kilometers of course, a few cookie sheets, a guitar, a cheese grater and a wet floor sign. Legend has also dropped his usual wrestling attire for standard street fight attire in this match, no shirt and a pair of jeans with kneepads over the top…
Jake: Oh shit, kneepads over the jeans? Legend just became my favorite to win this match. That’s old school street fight gear right there…and the cart of weapons…he came ready to fight for his title tonight…
Emily: Oh god, he’s talking old school again…someone shoot me…
Legend starts to push the cart down the ramp as Kaeneis gets impatient waiting for him and steps over the top rope again and goes up the ramp after him. Legend reaches into cart and whips out the speed limit sign and as Kaeneis approaches, swings it at him. Kaeneis ducks the champion’s effort though and as Legend turns around with momentum, waits on him and punches right into the sign, sending the metal into the face of Legend. The sign falls as Legend does and Kaeneis picks it up as his manager starts to come up the ramp to help him out.
The referee is right there, but there is nothing he can do as it is a no DQ match. Legend gets to his hands and knees when Kaeneis brings the sign down across his back, sending him to the ground again. Kaeneis drops the sign and goes over and picks up Legend, giving him a big headbutt upon getting to his feet and sending him stumbling towards the edge of the stage. Kaeneis gives Legend a boot to the gut and pulls him into his midsection and signals for a huge powerbomb off the stage…
Emily: If Kaeneis hits this right here, I don't know how it wont be over. That’s a 10-foot fall onto staging tables and production equipment.
Jake: Yeah, I know…this is great, isn’t it?
Kaeneis whips Legend up into a powerbomb position and holds him there for a second. However, Legend gets his brain back and starts to lay some fists into the head of Kaeneis, causing the 7’1” giant to drop him. Legend immediately drops down and gives a drop toe hold to Kaeneis, kicking him straight in the back of the previously injured left knee. Kaeneis falls to his face on the ramp and Legend hops back up to his feet to the fans cheers.
Jake: Good move to reverse his certain defeat there by Legend…he’s still my favorite to win…I mean, knee pads over jeans…its classic…
Emily: He also seems to have found the big man’s weakness in that left knee that was hurt early in Kaeneis’ career and now looks to becoming a problem here. If Legend keeps on it, he may win this match by default if by nothing else.
Kaeneis is grabbing his left knee as Legend goes back to the cart and tips it over. He threatens Kaeneis’ manager quickly before picking up the cart and bringing the thing with him. He presses it high overhead and drops it straight on the knee of his opponent, causing Kaeneis incredible pain as the cart bounces off the injured left knee and falls off the stage to the prep area below. Legend doesn’t let up at all and puts a few boots into the big man before grabbing his legs and wrapping them up, rolling over the powerful man in a lot of pain, and slapping on his trademark Texas Cloverleaf…
Emily: This could be over right here…this could be the end of the match right here if Legend has it cinched in right…
Jake: Kaeneis is yelling in pain…I can’t see where as this is going to take long…
Emily: What the hell is his manager doing? He’s distracting the referee…he’s way out of position…
William Patterson has the referee wrapped up in what looks to be a conversation as his man is yelling in pain, holding the ref back from going over to check on his condition. Kaeneis is tapping out as the referee has his back turned and finally Legend, who has full view of it all, just has had enough.
He releases the hold and leaves Kaeneis be as he goes over to William Patterson and grabs him by the hair. He holds him there as he gathers support from the fans, who are going nuts. The referee warns Legend, but he doesn’t care. He puts a knee into the gut of Patterson and flips him up, slamming him down with a powerbomb onto the entrance ramp. Immediately the EMTs come out to help Patterson, who just lies there motionless. Legend ravels in the fans cheers and stands there talking trash over Patterson as he is attended too when he feels a hand on his shoulder. He turns around and is immediately scooped up and slammed on the entrance ramp by the limping Kaeneis.
Emily: How did he recover so quickly from the Cloverleaf? He was in so much pain on that knee and now he’s hobbling over to save manager.
Jake: Talk about testicular fortitude…this guy has balls…
Emily: Yeah, tell me about it…
Kaeneis walks over to the scattered weapons that were in the cart at one time and grabs a cookie sheet, and just levels Legend in the head with it. Legend falls to a knee as Kaeneis wraps him up in a front chancery and flips his arm over. He has him wrapped up for a suplex on the ramp when he turns around and has him pointing towards the edge of the ramp. He flips him over and leaps himself and the two of them go crashing down off the ramp through the staging tables and production equipment as a huge holy shit chant breaks out from the crowd.
The two wrestlers are withering in pain as they lie in a mess of wood and metal. Legend has been busted open and the blood flows down his face. Up on the ramp, William Patterson has been brought back to his feet and is still being helped out when he sees all this. He also notices that his man Kaeneis, despite giving the move, is feeling the worse for wear from it. He looks over and grabs the guitar that was in the cart at one point and hops off the ramp himself to the floor, easing himself down…
Emily: This guy just doesn’t learn, does he? What does he possibly have in mind this time?
Jake: Hey, at least he’s persistent and going all out to see his guy win…
Emily: And he’s going to end up dead for all his effort…
Legend has moved himself off the tables and is now on the concrete floor as Patterson comes over and winds up with the guitar. He swings as Legend sits up and the Xtreme champ barely rolls out of the way as the guitar clinks off the ground and Patterson drops it. Legend slowly gets to his feet and Patterson is looking for a way out. He hops the guardrail and runs into the fans…where he is slowed up by the number of Legend fans in the crowd. Legend hops the guardrail himself and goes after Patterson, grabbing a chair on the way. At the same time Kaeneis starts to limp his way towards the two of them and clears the guardrail without much of an effort. He too grabs a chair and he goes after Legend.
Emily: Why do I see lawsuit from injured fan written all over this?
Jake: Thank god for insurance huh?
Legend catches Patterson about half way to the ring as the crowd parts for the action and because of security. Legend starts to tap the chair on the ground, letting Patterson know he’s about to have it when he hears taps that aren’t his. He turns around and Kaeneis is standing right behind him, favoring the left knee but standing tall. Legend goes to swing his chair but so does Kaeneis and the two clash chairs. They look at each other and do it again, clashing chairs again and looking at each other frustrated. They go to swing again but Legend puts a knee into the gut of Kaeneis and wails him in the head with a chair. However, the Xtreme champ cannot believe what he sees when Kaeneis just stands there. He shows no effect of the shot and Legend winds up again as Kaeneis tells him to bring it on.
This time, however, Legend aims lower, nailing the left knee and sending Kaeneis grabbing at it. Kaeneis falls and Legend signals for the another Texas Cloverleaf. Patterson knows that wouldn’t be good for his man and he nails a weak left hand to the back of the head of Legend. Legend just grabs his head and turns around, with no pause, and scoops up Patterson and delivers his finisher, Legendary, to Patterson, who goes head first on a chair that is set up…
Emily: Holy shit…William Patterson is dead…He’s gotta be dead…
Jake: That is why Johnny Legend is the Xtreme Champ…he does what it takes to win…
Emily: But that might be the reason why he loses too. Look, Kaeneis is up yet again and Legend has no clue. He’s taken his mind off of his opponent one too many times and this may be the fatal mistake…
Kaeneis just walks up and clubs Legend in the back of the head and sends the champion stumbling forward. He continues to do so through the crowd until the two make their way back towards the ring area, hopping over the guardrail and being right outside the ring. Kaeneis delivers a head butt to Legend that sends him stumbling into the ring apron and to his knees. Kaeneis takes his eyes off his opponent for a second before going after him, pausing to revel in the fans cheers. This allows Legend enough time to reach under the ring and as Kaeneis grabs his hair, he pulls out a fire extinguisher and opens fire right into the face of Kaeneis.
The big man stumbles back as Legend rolls into the ring for the first time in the match. He sets up on the ropes as Kaeneis clears his eyes and he hits the far ropes and takes a dive, a suicide dive…but is caught by Kaeneis. Kaeneis immediately swings Legend around and delivers one hell of a sidewalk slam onto the Xtreme Champion. The crowd is going nuts as the blood continues to rush from the head of Legend. Kaeneis adjusts his mask for a second and then rolls Legend into the ring. He steps up to the apron and over the top and looks to be in the mood to put it all away.
Jake: Good try by Legend but I think he just may be overmatched right now…Kaeneis is strong, he’s overcoming a really bad knee at this point, the adrenaline is pumping…we pretty much have a new champion in the ring right now…
Emily: Oh, so your little theory on the pads over the pants didn’t work out huh? What a shame…
Jake: You need a man in your life…I swear it…
Emily: Go to hell…
Kaeneis stands over Legend and picks him up. He grabs him by the throat with his right hand and follows suit with his left right as Legend nails Kaeneis in the gut with a knee! Legend then drops to his feet and he then grabs Kaeneis and hits a DDT! But superstars are now on the mat and almost out cold, but Legend then crawls over to Kaenis, and lays an arm over him.
1... 2... 3...
Emily: I don’t believe it.
Jake: LEGEND WINS!
Winner:
Johnny Legend
Match Number Three
("One Of A Kind" by Breaking Point hits first and Erik Dean walks out.)
Chimpo The Chimp: The following contest is a TAG TEAM TURMOIL match! Two teams will compete in the ring at a time and every time a team is eliminated they will leave and another team will enter. This will continue until only one team remains. That team will be the winners and the NEW SFT World Tag Team Champions! Eliminations can occur by pinfall, submission, count out or on a disqualification! In the ring, he is half- Owner of SFT... ERIK... DEAN!
(Suddenly the lights go out in the arena, the soft black glow of the StrikeTron screen supplies little to no light.)
DONG!
(The sound of a low church bell.)
DONG!
(Again.)
DONG!
(After the third church bell sounds, "Voodoo" by Godsmack starts up with the a capella.)
"Never did I want to be here again and I don't remember why I came."
Emily: I guess it's 3 AM!
Jake: The devil's hour!
Emily: What symbolism!
Jake: Hey... I remember this theme song. It couldn't be! Could it?
(The stage and ramp lights come back on, all else remaining blacked out. A white haze begins to gather at the entryway, coming from fog machines on the rampway and both sides of the stage. The fog converges at the gate. The glow from the stage lights allows us to see the curtain open and a man walk out. A purple spotlight shines down on the man, revealing him to be "The Devil" Cain Satan!)
Jake: Yes! That's his manager!
(The curtain opens again and "The Grim Reaper" Alan Black, a forgotten name in much of SFT, steps out behind Satan.)
Emily: This can't be good!
Jake: Definately not!
(Satan and Black walk slowly down the ramp. Erik Dean stares out at them wide- eyed, unsure whether to be thrilled or petrified of his "mystery partner." Once at ringside, Satan stays on the floor as Black climbs the ringsteps and enters the ring. Alan stares at Dean as the lights come back on.)
Jake: Even Alan's mask is black tonight!
Emily: That's scary!
Jake: Hey, I just realized that Dean's partner shares his name with the man who is going to referee this match!
Emily: Weird!
("I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor hits next.)
Chimpo The Chimp: And their opponents... they are the World Tag Team...
(Except no one has come out.)
Jake: Where are the champs?!
(On the StrikeTron, we cut to the backstage area. There we see René Sogé laid out in the doorway of the GSA locker room. The door, which opens out, is open and there is a big dent in it. Inside the locker room, Barry Straight is knocked out leaning against a wall.)
Emily: What in the world happened there?!
Jake: The Tag Team Champions are laid out! Will they be able to compete tonight?!
(In the ring, Erik is telling Titans Senior Referee Alan Black something. The ref then turns to Chimpo and tells Chimpo something.)
Chimpo The Chimp: I have just been informed that should the tag team champions be able to compete here tonight, they will be allowed to enter and defend their titles. Until such time as they are able to get out here, we will be moving on to the next team in the gauntlet!
("Enter Sandman" by Metallica blares across the loudspeakers now.)
Jake: We all know what that means!
Emily: Yeah! The hot guy is back!
Jake: Me?
Emily: No! Kyle Murphy, you fool!
(Kyle Murphy walks out with Robin Gallant at his side. Suddenly Murphy runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He goes after Dean, clotheslining him out of the ring. Robin Gallant enters the ring and the bell sounds.)
Jake: I guess Gallant and Black are going to start this match off! The old rivals!
(Gallant forces Black into a collar- and- elbow tie- up, but is quickly shoved to the mat by the 7- foot, 300+ pounder. On the floor, Murphy lifts up Dean and drops him across the security rail. Dean attempts to get away by climbing over the rail into the crowd, but Murphy gives chase.)
Jake: Oh no! Those two are out of control!
(As they brawl through the crowd, Gallant charges The Grim Reaper in the ring and attempts to clothesline the big man. TGR shakes this off and clobbers Gallant under the chin with a single hard uppercut, knocking Robin to the mat.)
Emily: Kyle! Come back!
Jake: So much for your eye candy!
(In the ring, Gallant is back to his feet and attempts to kick The Grim Reaper in the gut. TGR catches Gallant's foot, but Robin leaps up and blasts him across the back of the head with an enziguiri. The SMACK! is heard in the rafters, but TGR stays on his feet. He staggers into the corner holding his head. Gallant charges TGR, clotheslining him across the back of the neck and sending him over the top rope out of the ring.)
Jake: Here comes Gallant!
Emily: How did Alan Black stay standing after the right foot of Gallant caught him right in the back of the head?!
(As The Grim Reaper recovers on the floor, Robin Gallant climbs to the top turnbuckle. Senior Referee Alan Black begins to count. TGR stands up on the outside and Robin Gallant leaps off.)
Jake: OH MY GOD! MORNING STAR ALL THE WAY TO THE FLOOR!
(Gallant indeed does a shooting star press, landing right on top of a standing Grim Reaper.)
Emily: That was amazing!
(The crowd has begun to chant "holy shit!")
Jake: I have to agree with these fans!
(Robin staggers to his feet and struggles to pull Alan up. Gallant rolls The Grim Reaper into the ring and slides in. He attempts a cover, but only gets a two count.)
Jake: Near fall created by Robin Gallant!
Emily: Let's take another look on how it came about!
(A replay shows of Robin Gallant doing a "Morning Star" from the top rope to the floor outside the ring.)
Jake: Beautiful!
Emily: The only beautiful thing in this match has chased Dean to God knows where.
Jake: Aw, poor baby.
(As The Grim Reaper struggles to get to his feet, Gallant runs to the ropes and hits him with a swinging neckbreaker. Gallant then pulls TGR part way up and delivers an evenflow DDT.)
Jake: CHAIN MAIL!
Emily: I hate chain mail!
Jake: Not THAT kind of chain mail, Em!
(Robin showboats and climbs up to the top rope. Much to his surprise, "The Grim Reaper" Alan Black sits up right before his eyes.)
Jake: How'd he do THAT?! This man is a MACHINE!
Emily: Don't say "machine" with all these shenanigans from the TNT tech geeks.
(Robin leaps down off the top rope and runs at him as The Grim Reaper stands, but TGR catches Gallant by the throat. TGR chokeslams Gallant hard to the mat. The impact causes Robin to sit upright before falling backwards to the mat.)
Jake: CHOKESLAM!
Emily: Yes, Jake. That's what it was.
Jake: Robin Gallant nearly chokeslammed through the mat!
(The Grim Reaper lifts Gallant to his feet and scoops him up in a shoulder breaker position. Dropping down, TGR drives Gallant's head into the mat with a tombstone piledriver.)
Jake: THE TOMBSTONE!
Emily: Again you are correct.
Jake: Alan Black called that finisher "The Tombstone" when he was in SFT. Now he's used it once more to lay Robin Gallant flat! What would you like on YOUR Tombstone, Robin?
Emily: That's BAD.
Jake: That was what Alan used to say. "What do you want on your Tombstone?"
("The Grim Reaper" Alan Black pins Robin Gallant. Referee Alan Black makes the count. 1... 2... 3!)
Jake: That does it for Gallant and Murphy!
Emily: Like I care. Murphy left ages ago.
("I Will Survive" hits again.)
Jake: You're kidding me?! They're going to make it?!
(Barry Straight suddenly jumps the ring barrier behind The Grim Reaper, whom was looking out at the ramp and stage. He slides in and grabs TGR from behind, hitting him with the "American Way!" René Sogé then runs down the ramp and slides into the ring as well.)
Jake: Oh no! The GSA is here!
Emily: And they just waylaid "The Grim Reaper" Alan Black!
(The Grim Reaper sits back up and then gets to his feet. He is looking at Barry Straight, so René Sogé runs at him and takes his left leg out from under him with a chop block.)
Jake: Illegal in the NFL, common place in the SFT!
(René grabs The Grim Reaper's legs and places him in a sharpshooter. Barry Straight then walks over to TGR's head and applies a camel clutch.)
Jake: There's the Mission Statement! Black's in trouble!
(The Grim Reaper is in the double submission hold for close to three minutes before Senior Referee Alan Black determines that "The Grim Reaper" Alan Black has been KOd.)
Emily: That's it for Dean and Black!
(The Wigger Alliance runs to the ring now without any music. They go after Sogé and Straight, who still had Black in the submission hold. Straight gets knocked out of the ring and the Wigger Alliance double teams Sogé. One of the "wiggers" lifts Sogé up in an electric chair position as the other climbs to the top rope.)
Jake: Could be time for "y u haten?" from the Wigger Alliance!
Emily: Already?!
(As the one wigger jumps off the top rope, René Sogé manages to do a victory roll on the other. The wigger who came off the top rope goes crashing to the mat face first, causing his nose to bleed and possibly breaking it. As that wigger is stunned by the blow to the nose, the other gets counted down by Senior Referee Alan Black. 1... 2... 3!)
Jake: Oh my God! A quick victory roll eliminates the Wigger Alliance!
Emily: THANK God!
(Suddenly "The Grim Reaper" Alan Black rolls back into the ring and begins to assault René Sogé. Cutting to another camera, we see Barry Straight laying on the floor near the ring steps, which have a big dent in the side.)
Jake: Oh no! The Grim Reaper has snapped!
Emily: NOT GOOD!
(Grabbing René, Alan delivers a DDT.)
Jake: The Touch!
(The Grim Reaper then pulls René back to his feet and sets him up in a piledriver position. Hooking the arms, TGR lifts Sogé straight up in a double underhook position. Dropping to the mat, TGR drives Sogé's head into the mat with a piledriver.)
Jake: Banshee Scream!
Emily: Yeah, you DO scream like a banshee!
(Barry Straight manages to roll back into the ring, but The Grim Reaper hits him with "The Touch" as well. TGR then lifts Straight back to his feet and gives him The Tombstone for good measure.)
Jake: This is insanity! Somebody stop this!
(Sliding out of the ring, The Grim Reaper shoves the timekeeper out of his chair. Folding the chair, TGR picks it up and slides it into the ring. Climbing onto the apron, TGR steps over the top rope.)
Emily: Now what's he going to do?!
(Dragging Barry Straight near the corner, The Grim Reaper puts the chair around his ankle. Climbing up to the second rope, TGR leaps off and comes crashing down with a leg drop onto the chair.)
Emily: Oh my God no!
Jake: That was SICK!
(Far from finished, The Grim Reaper gives René Sogé the same treatment with the chair wrapped around the ankle and the leg drop from the second rope across the chair. Removing the chair from around René's ankle, TGR begins to slam it repeatedly across the backs of both Gé Straight Alliance members.)
Jake: I think it's safe to say that the Gé Straight Alliance is out of this match!
Emily: That means we are GUARANTEED to have NEW Tag Team Champions here tonight!
(Suddenly the StrikeTron shows the other co- Owner of SFT, Shadow.)
Shadow: I tried to tell Dean and the boys that this match would not be a good idea. Our Tag Team Champions just got destroyed and Mike Zybala didn't even show up here tonight. So E - Z Mac or whatever they claimed to be called will not be competing here tonight. Now get on with the action.
(As EMTs carry René Sogé and Barry Straight off on stretchers, Doom and Cowboy Jack are now in the ring, as are Fox and Fireball. The two teams begin to brawl and before long have spilled out of the ring. Titans Senior Referee Alan Black begins the ten count.)
1... Fireball scoop slams Cowboy Jack Jones on the floor... 2... Fox delivers a vertical suplex to Doom on the steel ramp... 3... Cowboy Jack stands up, holding his back and Fireball begins to punch on him repeatedly... 4... Cowboy Jack attempts to get away up the ramp but Fireball gives chase... 5... Fox pulls Doom to his feet and begins to drag him up the ramp... 6... now on the stage, Fireball again scoop slams Cowboy Jack, this time on the steel... 7... Fox rams Doom's head into the steel structure supporting the StrikeTron... 8... Fox and Fireball realize they need to get back into the ring... 9... they run down the ramp side- by- side, trying to beat the ten- count... 10!
(Fox and Fireball slide into the ring just as Senior Referee Alan Black counts ten. Referee Black thinks momentarily and decides that Fox and Fireball got their just a little too late.)
Jake: OH NO! Fox and Fireball didn't make it! Both Cowboy Of Doom and Elite Inc. have been eliminated!
Emily: Cowboy Of Doom? You must be a GSA fan!
Jake: So?
(Goldeneye and Nick Kincaid are the next team to enter, but it seems as though there are no other teams left. Shadow comes back on the StrikeTron.)
Shadow: Well, as strange as it may seem, it looks as though you two gentlemen win by default.Congratulations to the new Tag Team Champions...
(Another voice is then heard.)
Voice: Not so fast!
(The StrikeTron now gives a split screen, one side showing Shadow in his office. On the other? Erik Dean! He has apparently escaped Murphy and is now in the production truck! With him are Hectzilla and the TNT techies.)
Erik Dean: We have one more surprise for everyone! As you may have noticed, this match has been run by Tuesday Night Titans. The commentators. The ring announcer. The referee. All Titans crew. Well, the boys back here have one more thing for all of you.
("TNT" by AC/DC begins to play.)
Jake: Isn't that someone's theme song?
(Two people do come out, but no one we would have expected. It's Beavis and Butthead!)
Jake: HAHAHA! These guys are hysterical!
Emily: Yeah right.
(Beavis and Butthead get into the ring and get simultaneous spears from Gold-in-Kaid. Goldeneye and Kincaid attempt to pick up the two MTV cartoon characters by their heads, but when they pull on the heads, they come off!)
Emily: Agh!
(At this point we realize that the last entrants were robots. Dragging the robots to the center of the ring. Gold-in-Kaid make simultaneous pins. The ref counts. 1... 2... 3! In the production truck, Hect is irate.)
Hect: What the Hell is wrong with you? Can't you idiots make a decent product?! Your stupid robots just snapped in two and died at the first yank on their heads! You idiots!
(Nonetheless, Senior Referee Alan Black hands Goldeneye and Kincaid the Tag Team Championship belts.)
Chimpo The Chimp: Here are your winners and NEW SFT Tag Team Champions... Goldeneye... and... NICK KINCAID!
Winner:
Goldeneye and Nick Kincaid
Backstage We then fade
back to the backstage area
Match Number Four
Summers - "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match up is for the
Lightweight Title, and it is set for one fall. Introducing first,
hailing
from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in at two hundred and
twenty-eight pounds... Your lightweight champion, Matthew Michaels..."
The lights shut off, leaving the arena in complete darkness, except
that is,
for the titantron. Upon which an American flag appears, accompanied by
a
solitary question mark over the top of it. "Last Train Home" begins to
play
out into the echoing halls of the arena, combated by the noise of the
fans
as they cheer and scream through it. Matt Michaels emerges with his
lightweight title wrapped around his right shoulder, and raises it at
the
top of the ramp, creating a substantial pop amongst the sold out crowd.
He
quickly walks down to the ring, slides under the bottom rope and hands
his
belt to the referee, Alan Brooks, who throws it to the timekeeper.
Phil - "Lightweight Champion, coming through, and consequentially,
Phil's
pick for the match."
Steve - "Wise choice, man. If in doubt, vote the champ..."
"Live by the laws of the Family..."
Steve - "...and I can safely say I'm in no doubt whatsoever when I say,
Drago's gonna walk away the champion here tonight."
The lights leave, pyro's are set off to imitate machine gun fire at the
sides of the ramp whilst green white and red lights start to circle the
arena. Phil shrieks into his mic as they blow.
Phil - "Terrorists!"
Steve - "Christiano Del Drago, folks. A proud part of THE Family."
"...Or die by the hands of the Family."
Christiano makes his way out from the back, accompanied by two other
huge
men in black leather jackets, black shirts and black jeans. Drago
starts to
strut down the rampway, showing off the dragon's head on his belt, and
a
tattoo of a dragon's eye on his back. As a few fans start to give him
heat,
he takes a shooting stance and pretends to shoot them at close range
before
turning away with a knowing smirk and leaving them annoyed. He makes an
unusual stop at the bottom of the ramp, and smiles at Michaels in the
ring.
He spits a command at the heavies, and they slowly precede him to the
ring,
and the crowd falls silent for a moment. The heavies back Michaels into
a
corner, shrugging off Brooks' attempts at stopping them.
Summers - "And the challenger, weighing in at one hundred and
seventy-four
pounds, and hailing from Milan, Italy... Christiano Del Drago..."
Drago raises his arms to some heavy heat from the crowd, before
sneaking
behind Michaels in the corner, and taking his feet away from under him.
He
rolls in under the bottom rope and stands up, looking down at Matt as
he
pushes himself up, he stands off, and allows Matt time to stand, before
Brooks calls for the bell and the heavies leave the ring.
Steve - "Here we go..."
Michaels stands and motions for Drago to come at him, Drago begs off
and
they circle each other for a second. Drago slowly tip-toes towards him,
holding up his left hand, insisting on a test of strength; but when
Matt
tries to grab it, Drago kicks him in the gut and whips him to the
ropes.
Drago waits for him to bounce before following, and as Matt returns,
Drago
runs at him and executes a forward roll through Michaels' legs, raising
his
heels as he passes by his crotch, and catching Michaels hard.
Phil - "DQ already! That was blatant!"
Brooks is about to call for the bell, but Drago pleads his case and
apologises to Michaels - who is hunched over and vulnerable. The crowd
hurl
obscenities in disgust.
Phil - "Drago isn't winning any fans here, let me tell you that."
Drago stands in front of Michaels, and smirks at the crowd for a second
before executing a snap suplex, taking Matt down back first on the
canvass.
Drago rolls over, and hooks the leg.
Brooks - "One... - Kick-out!"
Phil - "Who the hell tries a pin after one move?"
Steve - "He's trying to piss Matt off. Acting like he can bury him with
one
move."
Drago picks Michaels back up, and throws a forearm shot for measure.
Matt
stumbles back one step, before gritting his teeth and throwing a
forearm of
his own. Drago's caught off guard and finds himself being whipped to
the
corner, with matt following. Drago bounces off the turnbuckle and
Michaels
catches him with a spinning heel kick. Drago falls hard, but bounces
back
up, and staggers about a bit before gaining his bearings in time to see
Michaels throw a closed fist at him, sending Drago back into the middle
of
the ring, once there he leaps up and hurricanranas Drago to the mat
again,
staying on his shoulders for the cover.
Brooks - "One... Two... - Kick-out."
Steve - "Nice move there by Matt, Drago was struggling."
Drago is dragged to his feet by Michaels, and pushes him away almost
immediately. Drago stands and glares at Michaels in anger. Drago
charges at
Michaels, looking for a Crucifix position on his shoulders to his a
swinging
DDT, but Matt stops him swinging round, and from the Crucifix position
on
his back, Michaels hauls him over onto his Knee hard - back first.
Drago
falls to the mat like a lifeless doll.
Phil - "Michaels the heavier and stronger of these two men - that's why
he's
my favourite here."
Steve - "And that's why my pick is lying broken in half after that
back-breaker..."
Drago pushes himself up, and Matt waits in front of him for him to
stand up.
Eventually, Drago makes it to his feet and Michaels charges looking for
a
speedy clothesline, but Drago drags the arm down and twists it into a
wrist-lock, which he quickly twists into a hammer-lock. From the
hammerlock
position, he releases the arm, and hooks his hands around the waist of
Michaels, he hauls him over for the German suplex, and lands Michaels
adjacent to the turnbuckle.
Phil - "Nice comeback move from Drago!"
Drago hauls himself up with the ropes, and fires a command at Antonio
and
James on the outside. They start walking around the ring, and Drago
charges
at Michaels on the mat, kicking him out of the ring, before quickly
falling
backwards and grabbing his back. Brooks turns to help him up, and Drago
is
writhing in pain on the mat, as Antonio and James reach Matt on the
outside
and start pounding him. Antonio picks him up, and props him on James’
shoulders, before the pair delivers a spike Powerbomb to the champion
on the
outside. Drago is still selling his sore back.
Phil – “What the hell! Drago’s distracting the ref while these two guys
beat
the shit out of Michaels on the outside!”
Steve – “Cunning bastard, you have to admit.”
Drago sneaks a look at the carnage behind brooks, and starts to stand
up a
little, pretending he needs Brooks support. Meanwhile, Antonio and
James
drag Michaels to his feet, and toss him over the top rope, to land
lifelessly next to the ropes in the ring. Drago starts to act like he
feels
it going away, and Brooks is finally allowed to turn away, only to see
the
bodyguards walking away from the scene, and Michaels lying motionless
on the
mat. Drago rolls him away from the ropes, and falls into a cocky cover,
as
the crowd boo the antics of his bodyguards.
Brooks – “One… Two… Thr- Kick-out!”
Drago was almost celebrating already, when he shot his glaze at the
standing
referee, holding a mere two fingers in his face, and shouting “Two!”
Drago
turned and looked at Michaels, now lying on his front on the mat. He
glares
at Tony and James before continuing both of them indicate that they
can’t
believe it either. Drago hauls Michaels to his feet again, who is
stumbling
around like a puppet with a broken string. He sets him up for a
piledriver
and signals to the crowd that this would end it. They respond with boos
and
jeers, prompting Tony and James to turn to them and try to shut them
up.
Drago simply smirks, and rests his hands on Michaels’ hips, looking to
hauls
him up. He pulls him about three inches off the ground – when suddenly
his
balance is tipped back, and Michaels is on the ground again. Drago
looks
down in confusion for a second, and then up in complete shock as
Michaels
back body-drops him over his shoulders and out onto the ringside
matting.
Michaels stumbles forwards, still feeling the effects of that spike
powerbomb.
Steve – “No way does Michaels have a clue what he just done! Look at
his
eyes, he’s acting on instinct out here.”
Phil – “Bullshit – It takes more than a powerbomb to keep that kid
down.
COME ON MATT!”
On the outside, Drago is trying to get back to his feet – his right arm
grasping at the ring – trying to lift himself up. He manages, and
stumbles
back into the crowd barriers, before frantically hitting the hands off
of
his body, and screaming something in Italian at the guards on the other
side
of the ring, who rush to his aide, and haul him from the crowd.
Brooks – “One…”
Drago paces around for a second, ad Michaels makes it to his feet on
the
inside.
Brooks – “Two…”
Michaels, unsteady on his feet, motions for all three men to come at
him.
The crowd goes insane as he tries to rally them up.
Brooks – “Three…”
The three men on the outside turn to the crowd, and try to shut them
up,
meanwhile Michaels bounces off the ropes, and runs towards them.
Brooks: “Four…”
Michaels hurls himself over the top, landing on all three at once,
catching
them off guard. Drago is the only one facing forward, and on the way to
the
ground, Michaels catches his head, and drives it to the ground in a
huge
DDT!
Steve – “Holy shit! Michaels just launched himself over the top, and
caught
all three men with a body dive, before grabbing Drago, and delivering
the
best DDT I’ve ever seen, right in front of our announce table!”
Phil – “That was an unbelievable feat of agility!”
Brooks restarts his count, which is at six, when James and Antonio haul
Drago to his feet, and roll him back into the ring. They then stand,
facing
away from Michaels, but each of them has a foot on one of the palms of
his
hands, holding him on the ground. When he comes to, he frantically
struggles, but can’t move the two men, who laugh, as Brooks is
oblivious.
Brooks – “Seven…”
Michaels stops struggling, and hauls his feet over his head, folding
himself
in two on the ground. He lets one foot land between the legs of each
man,
before pushing himself upwards with so much force that not only are
Tony and
James caught square in the nuts, but they are forced into the announce
tables headfirst!
Brooks – “Eight…”
Michaels gets to his feet, and slides in smiling at eight, while Drago
still
hasn’t moved a muscle.
Steve – “Drago’s been out cold for almost thirty seconds now – and
Michaels
is looking fresher by the second now that his second wind has hit!”
Phil – “Drago’s a lamb to the slaughter. He had his chances to win this
early doors – and history never repeats its-self…”
Michaels hauls Drago to his feet, and puts his head between his legs,
before
signalling to the crowd, who responds with a tremendous pop.
Steve and Phil – “History never repeats itself!”
Michaels hauls Drago onto his shoulders, and looks to propel him into
the
ropes. But as he hauls him up – he notices Tony and James stand up on
the
outside, and start glaring in. Rather than throw him to the ropes,
Michaels
runs forward and throws him into the two men at the side, once again,
taking
the two heavies to the floor, and leaving Drago to bounce off of them
and
land on the announcers table!
Phil – “Michaels is owning these guys!”
Steve – “Drago’s always got something up his sleeve… although – he’s
not
wearing any sleeves…”
Phil – “Maybe it’s in the leg of his pants?”
Steve – “Shut up, Phil… hey, what’s Matt doing?!”
Michaels propels himself off of the opposing ropes again, this time
jumping
as he approaches the ropes again, and landing on the top rope, using it
as a
trampoline, and leaping into a shooting star press over the top onto
the
outside…
Steve – “What the fu-…”
Phil – “Get outta here!”
Steve and Phil evacuate as Michaels lands square on Drago, taking him
and
the table to the ground in a tremendous crunch. Both men lie motionless
on
the floor, as the fans chant in unison; “Holy Shit!”
Steve – “Matt just hit a shooting star press from the inside of the
ring to
out announce table – taking Drago and the table to the floor in a
clatter!
The ringside area is complete carnage!”
Phil – “Too true! Tony and James are just starting to rouse, to find
their
boss lying unconscious on a pile of rubble before their very eyes!”
James and Tony start dragging Drago to his feet from under Matt, before
rolling him into the ring again. Steve stares at them in confusion,
before
talking to them.
Steve – “You do know that if he wins by DQ… the title stays put?”
Tony and James look shocked, as Brooks reaches a count of five in the
ring,
they hurriedly pick up Michaels and roll him into the ring, right on
top of
– to their great misfortune – Drago. Brooks falls to the mat, as the
two men
turn to survey their work, and realise in shock what they’ve done. The
crowd
count along with Brooks…
Brooks – “One… Two… Thre- - His foot’s on the ropes!”
Not Drago’s, but Michaels’. As Michaels – unaware of his position –
instinctively rolled onto his front to prevent a cover – his left foot
landed on the bottom rope on the count of two – breaking Brooks’ count,
and
leaving the Pinfall void.
Phil – “A million to one – surely!”
Steve – “Try a billion! Just the Pinfall was a miracle on its own!”
Both men roll away from each other, and lie on their backs next to the
ropes, Brooks reaches five before Michaels makes it to his knees with
the
aid of the ropes, and Drago has landed on his feet outside, leaning
against
the apron. Michaels gets himself together and realises the positions,
he
runs at the opposing ropes, and returns with a baseball slide
catapulting
Drago back over the rubble of the announcing tables, and into Steve’s
seat.
Steve – “That’s it buddy – rest up, then get in their and kick his
ass!”
Michaels follows, and Brooks stops Tony and James in their tracks to
halt
him, lecturing them on ringside etiquette. Meanwhile, Matt is lining
something up for Drago in the chair. He bends his right knee and slaps
his
thigh, prompting a cheer from the crowd. He takes a quick step back,
and
charges forward, looking for the superkick to Drago’s face! Wham!
Steve – “Jesus Christ!”
Phil – “Holy Sh…”
Steve – “It’s inhumane!”
Steve and Phil Cringe at the side, as They watch Drago walk away
unharmed,
and Michaels eyes bulge out of his skull.
Steve – “Drago moved out of the way, and pushed the chair directly into
the
lower extremities of Michaels!”
Phil – “This match should have ended RIGHT here. DQ Finish!”
Steve – “Brooks is still lecturing the heavies though!”
Drago stumbles forwards, and grabs Michaels by the hair, dragging him
towards the ring. He slams his face into the mat, before rolling him in
under the bottom rope. He follows, and Hauls him to his feet again,
before
getting him up on his shoulders and hitting a modified DVD!
Steve – “Pistol whipped!”
But the move takes it out of both men, and after delivering it, Drago
lands
lifelessly at the side of his opponent. Brooks counts them both down
until
Five, when Drago manages a limp hand over Michaels’ body.
Brooks – “One… Two… Thr- Kick-out!”
Michaels reaches down deep, and Pushes his arm into the air, rolling
over
onto his front and stopping the fall. Drago stands up, stumbling on his
feet, and Tony rushes to enter the ring – a move blocked straight away
by
Brooks. He fails to notice James entering at the other side though, and
rousing Drago to his feet, before holding Michaels in position…
Steve and Phil – “For the family!”
Drago jumps to the top, and looks to land in the Hurricanrana position
on
Michaels, He staggers on the top, and leaps forwards, closing his eyes
from
fatigue. Michaels sees him coming though, and ducks to his left! Drago
lands
on James’ shoulders, and takes him to the mat with a falling Tiger
Driver!
Phil – “Drago hit it on his heavy!”
Steve – “Michaels ducked to the outside, and Drago hit For The Family
on his
bodyguard!”
Drago looks to go for the pin, and stares in disbelief at the victim!
He
quickly gets up and rolls James to the outside, before lo0cating a
laughing
Michaels on the outside. Tony jumps down, and Brooks moves back to the
inside, and notices James slumped on the apron, he looks to push him
off, as
Drago darts out of the ring in pursuit of his opponent. Michaels dodges
him
and lets him charge out onto the rampway though, and Michaels walks
backwards away, still chuckling at Drago’s expense. However, he back
into
the towering frame of Tony at his back, he turns slowly to face his
aggressor, who grabs him by the neck, and haphazardly tosses him from
the
ringside over the top rope and head first to the mat in a massive
throat-toss. Brooks finally gets James from the apron, as Drago slides
in to
lock in the Family Motto on Michaels!
Steve – “Family Motto! Drago’s got him!”
Phil – “Wait, Michaels is headed for the ropes!”
Michaels starts inching frantically towards the ropes, trying to
escape, as
Drago wrenches his hold in tighter in an attempt to stop him. From the
outside, a tired James grabs Michaels left leg out of the view of the
referee, and stops the movement immediately! Michaels withholds the
pain for
a good ten seconds, before finally having to concede and tap to the
Motto.
James lets go, as Michaels rolls out to nurse his pain. Brooks signals
for
the bell – and the belt – as he helps Drago to his feet.
Steve – “Hey, who the – Holy cow – Phil, it’s…”
Phil – “Hey buddy, behind the barrier… is he still alive?!”
Myris clambers over the crowd barrier, and grabs the lightweight belt
from
the timekeeper. He clocks James on the outside with it, before sliding
in
and doing the same to Drago! Tony rolls in to stop him, but Myris
stomps him
to the mat in a furious frenzy, before allowing him to stagger to his
feet,
and nearly taking his head off with the belt to a thunderous applause
from
the crowd!
Steve – “Myris is meant to be here to help Drago prepare tonight, not
this!”
Phil – “He’s obviously got other plans right now, Steve!”
Drago staggers to his feet, his back turned to Myris, the crowd
spurring him
on to turn around – and he does – Myris charges fourth and turns Drago
inside out with a belt shot! Brooks calls for the bell again, and it’s
rung
frantically to stop the carnage in the ring!
Steve – “Myris is obliterating our new Lightweight Champion!”
Phil – “It’s no more than the cheating bastard deserves!”
Myris is eventually subdued from stomping the two men in the ring by
referees, who calm him down. Myris eventually drops the title and
laughs at
the wreckage in the ring, as the referees and road agents usher him
backstage. Soon after, Michaels makes his way backstage, to a round of
applause from the appreciative crowd.
Winner:
Christiano Del Drago
Backstage We then fade
back to the backstage area over near the locker rooms. We then hear some
screaming, and then it sounds like something gets smashes up against the
wall. After a few moments. The door opens and out walks Erik Dean, he shuts
the door behind him and walks down the hall. The Camera man however walks to
the door and opens it. The locker room is trashed, the table is broken, the
lockers are bent, a vase was thrown to the wall, and up above it reads
"LEAVE ME ALONE" in big red letters. We then fade back to ringside.
Steve: Ahh and now our Television title match, which I just heard its going to be a falls count any where, no DQ match.. Phil: But Free Fall is way better! Steve: Ah shut up... "Nick Kincaid is already in the ring waiting for his opponent. All of a sudden, smoke billows out from the entrance ramp, and "Embrace the Dead" by Anberlin hits, lights flashing everywhere. Seth Dryden walks down the aisle, winking and clapping hands with fans. He takes a drag from his cigarette, and he removes his sunglasses. He has his TV Title over his shoulder, and he sets his title and sunglasses down just outside the ring." Steve: Both competitors are really focused and will do anything for that title. "The bell rings as Seth and Nick circle the ring while looking at each other. They both lock up and Nick is the first one to get a shot in with a knee to the stomach and follows up with a DDT. Nick quickly picks Seth back up and throws him to the outside. Nick follows and starts to get some cheap shots in on the laid out Seth with some kicks to the stomach." Steve: Looks like Nick is working the stomach, very smart on Nicks side. "Nick picks Seth up and attempts to throw him into the steel guard rails, but Seth reverses the move and sends Nick flying into the Guard rails. Nick begins to hold his back as he falls to his knees. Seth runs at Nick and attempts a spear, but Nick dodges the spear and leaves Seth running right into the railings." Steve: Man, both competitors are so evenly match.. This match is going to be outstanding! "Nick picks Seth up and throws him back into the ring. Nick follows, and once both men are in the ring, Nick begins to give some cocky kicks to the face of Seth. Nick than picks Seth up and throws him into the ropes and when Seth comes back, Nick connects with a Belly-To-Belly suplex on Seth." Steve: Jesus! That almost sent Seth back to the outside! "Seth rolls on the floor while holding his back. Nick walks over to Seth and picks him back up to only throw him to the outside once again. Nick gets out of the ring, while Seth gets up and connects with a few jabs to the face of Nick. Seth than puts Nick into a quick suplex on the cold cement. Seth than gets up and walks over to the ramp that leads to the backstage. Nick slowly gets up and follows Seth. Feed cuts to the backstage, where both wrestlers are going at it, while other wrestlers are getting out of the way. Tables and chairs are all around these men as Seth elbows Nick in the face and than throws Nick into a few chairs. The loud noises draws some attention from backstage crew members as they watch on. Seth scatters a few chairs out of the way as Nick is removing some from upon himself." Steve: Lucky for us, our camera crew has followed Nick and Seth back there... Phil: I hope they don't mess up any of that food. I'm still hungry you know. "Seth picks Nick up and than puts him into a Piledriver right on a chair. Seth goes for the pin as the ref followed them as well. 1..2..... Kickout!" Steve: NICK KICKED OUT! "Seth gets up, but slips on a few chairs that lay around. Nick rolls on his stomach, while Seth gets back to his feet and walks over to the refreshments." Phil: NOOO! "Once Nick gets up he gets a face full of Cherry Pie. It's doesn't effect him that much, due to it only being pie, but it does blind him which gives Seth a advantage. Seth grabs Nick and attempts to put him into a DVD, but Nick blocks it and puts Seth into a Double Arm DDT on the floor. Nick gets up and wipes some of the Cherry pie off his face..." Phil: Why is the cage lowering down.. Steve: Oh, it's not going all the way, I mean we are using that for our Main Event. "The cage stops mid-way, as we go back to the brawl. Nick is seen with Seth in a Sleeper Hold. He than lets go and throws Seth back throw the curtains that lead to the ring. The fan cheer as Seth runs down the ramp and falls. Nick than comes out from the back and runs after Seth. Seth gets to his feet and superkicks Nick right in the chin as he runs towards Seth. Nick flops to the ground as Seth rolls back into the ring to catch his breath. Nick is still laid out as Seth holds his stomach and walks over and climbs the top ropes." Steve: He better watch his head, the cage is lowered alittle to low. "Seth jumps off and lands a diving headbutt on the laid out Nick at ringside. Seth feels the effect as well, due to him landing on cement. Both wrestlers are in pain as the ref walks around them. After awhile, Seth gets up along with Nick and both begin to go at each other once again with jabs." Steve: These men just won't stop! Phil: Why would they? It's for the Television title. "Nick blocks one of the jabs and puts Seth into a quick takedown. Nick gets back up and notices the cage, he than rolls into the ring and climbs on top of the turnbuckles to the top ropes. Nick jumps up and grabs a hold of the outside of the triple cage and begins to climb. While this is happening, Seth gets up and notices Nick is no where in sight. He than looks up and sees Nick climbing the hovering cage. Seth quickly rolls into the ring and follows Nick up the cage. Nick gets to the top first as the fans begin to go crazy. Seth than gets to the top and both wrestlers begin to go at it once again. Back and forth, punch after punch until Nick puts Seth into quick bodyslam on the top of the steel cage. Nick than picks Seth back up and attempts to put him into a Inverted Piledriver, but Seth reverses it and flips Nick over his back and on to the cage. Nick holds his back as inprints of the cage shows upon it." Steve: God dammit! If they keep going at it on top of there, they might ruin the cage! And that means.... Phil: No Main Event.. Steve: Unless they fix it? Phil: But that could take awhile, and we don't have that much time for it. "Seth drops to his knees trying to catch his breath. While Nick slowly regains himself and gets to his knees as well." Steve: This might not end well.. "Both men get up all the way and continue to go at each other. All of a sudden, part of the top steel cage begins to let go, while bolts fly to the ring. Both wrestlers wobble around as this happens, but Seth takes control of himself and grabs Nick and puts him into a Powerslam... Part of the top of the cage lets go as Nick falls right through it and right down to the ring making a huge smack sound. Seth is seen hanging on to a good part of the steel cage, but lets go and drops to the ring. The crowd goes wild.." Steve: OH MY GOD! DID SETH JUST KILL NICK KINCAID! Phil: SHIT! Dean is going to be pissed.... "Both wrestlers are lying in the ring with their chest rising up and down as they try to get some air. The ref looks at both of them and is about to start counting when suddenly Kincaid raises an arm. Steve: No that can not be possible. Phil: Kincaid is getting up! Steve: He's the terminator! Kincaid slowly starts pushing himself to his feet. Seth turns his head, looks at Kincaid getting up, and is in shock. Phil: Dryden can not believe it, and neither can I! Kincaid is up and Seth uses all of his strength to try and get up quickly, so that Kincaid cannot upstage him and take control. Dryden has his head turned and Kincaid capitalizes with a "Shockwave!!!" Steve: Dryden goes back down! Kincaid looks around confused, as his foot lands past where Dryden landed and he is caught off balance. Phil: I think... Dryden suddenly springs up and hits a confused Kincaid with the "Cash Flow!" Phil: ...Kincaid missed! Steve: Dryden ducked the move and caught Kincaid with the "Cash Flow!" Dryden lays on top of the leveled Kincaid and the ref counts. 1...2.....3!!!! Phil: Dryden wins!
Winner:
Seth Dryden
Afterwards Phil:
Don't worry folks, there going to be working on the cage.
Match Number Six
Everything returns from a small clip showing the
matches that have already happened... showing clips of
Erik Dean fighting in the tag match earlier today. A
small preview of the duel main events. Everything
then flashes back to the arena. "One of a Kind" by
Breaking Point screams around the arena as Erik Dean
walks out from the back. Wearing all black he walks
out to cheers and boos. The SFT Owner quickly walks
down while looking out into the crowd and steps into
the ring. "New Shit" by Manson blares over the PA and
Allisa wanders out from behind the curtain. Slut
Monkey suddenly pops out of the curtain and wanders
down to join the commentators while the music plays.
She is in her usual ring attire and holding her hand
is a small child. They wander to the ring.
Slut Monkey - I thought that the show was rated R or
something. Titties and BEER!
The small girl wanders to the stairs and looks up as
the bell rings. Allisa lunges right for Dean and
takes his head off with a huge elbow.
RW: YES! Our Commish!
JC: Good... a nice waist of our time. How drunk is he
this time?
Slut Monkey - My bizzoy Dizzean iz gonna oizzwn dis
beehotch!
JC: What did he just say?
Dean is on his feet again and doesn't even seem shaken
by the early blow. She hit him with a quick left and
then a right. She grabs his neck and pulls him down
into a DDT. He doesn't let the move happen though by
pulling himself away quickly... and she give him a low
blow and then DDTs him. Dean doesn't even seem to
fall down he stands back up so fast. Already he is
back in Allisa's face and knees her in the
mid-section. A quick knife edge chop and then a toss
into the ropes. He uses her momentum to lift her up
and drop her into a brainbuster.
JC: Big move right in the front.
RW: Yea... those must be implants.
JC: What are you talking about?
Slut Monkey - Do we HAVE to point out the girl in the
second row over there? Are you gay?
As Randy nods his head Dean tosses Allisa into the
corner. As she stumbles forward he picks her up and
suplexs her. He quickly gets into the turnbuckle and
quick does a shooting star press. He picks her right
back up and does a piledriver. He backs off as she
doesn't move. The ref comes over to check... but she
lifts her hand up to say she is fine.
JC: Close one.
She gets to her feet and Dean rushes to her only to be
tosses over her and into the corner. The little girl
outside slides a chair from under the ring inside.
Allisa picks it up and bashes Dean over the head with
it. Again and again until she backs off and the crowd
is booing as she tosses the chair aside. Dean is
bloody in the corner and not moving.
JC: Oh my God. This match must be over.
RW: Wait... he's moving!
JC: IS HE!
Slut Monkey - Yea... the security guy blocking the
view of the girl. Thank YOU!
Dean gets his right hand to the turnbuckle. Blood
runs down his face as he somehow gets to his feet. He
takes a step forward and almost falls. Allisa walks
towards him full of confidence. She goes to grab him
and she gets an uppercut to the stomach. Dean grabs
her hair and pushes her head between his legs and
grabs her arms.
JC: Spoken words!
As Allisa slams into the matt Dean falls over her and
onto the matt. They both lie there for a second but
Allisa stands up slowly. She stumbles to her feet
only to see she is trailing blood around. Not hers...
but Dean's. He is bleeding into a large pool beneath
him. The ref goes over to check on him and he's out
cold.
JC: He used all his energy with that last move.
RW: It's all that damn little kids fault. Stupid
kids.
Slut Monkey - I think I have kids... stupid me...
JC: Think?
Slut Monkey - Well... on that note it's time to leave!
Slut Monkey gets up as medics come out with a
stretcher. They are picking Dean up and carrying him
away. Everything fades to a short clip of Sean Lane's
career highlights.
Winner:
Allisa O' Toole
Match Number Seven :
Main Event One
The arena goes black and "Possum Kingdom" starts over the PA. A blue
spotlight shines throughout the crowd, up and down the stands until the
song
picks up.
#Make up your mind.
The spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp and the stage fills with
pyro
shooting towards the rafters and as they come down Sean Lane is
standing on
the end of the entrance ramp with his arms outstretched and the spins
around
for the crowd to an unbelievable amount of cheers from the Toronto
crowd. He
slowly struts his way down the entrance ramp to the ring and slides in,
thrusting towards the mat quickly and then hops to his feet. He looks
around
the arena looking very proud as all the fans are up on their feet
chanting
the man’s name.
JC: A wonderful amount of respect from the man standing in the middle
of the
ring. We say goodbye to a legend tonight, but before Sean leaves SFT he
has
to go through hell one more time with Damien Sparks. The only man in
the
entire arena that does not respect Sean Lane..
The arena lights cut out the introduction starts on the Strike-Tron.
“The Ego Has Landed”
Suddenly “Gasoline Dreams” by Outkast hits the speakers just as red and
white lights start to flash all the way around the arena, as if you
were in
a club. A thunderous boom of red pyro smashes out at the top of the
ramp and
out from the curtain steps Damien Sparks, in his usual ring attire,
ready
for action. The arena is engulfed with boo’s as Damien Sparks stands
still,
smiling arrogantly at the crowd in attendance. He raises his arms in
the air
and streams red and white pyro shoot out from the sides of the ramp, as
he
slowly makes his way to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and
enters he
ring via the middle rope. He struts over to the left hand turnbuckle,
climbs
it and raises is arms in the air, causing the fans to boo even more.
Damien
smirks as he steps off the apron. The music dies down and Damien Sparks
walks over to Sean Lane and talks trash right to his face.
JC: Sparks telling Lane exactly what he thinks of him here..
Sparks starts pointing to himself and the camera zooms in on his face.
“My
time..” he mutters.
RW: Sparks stated he isn’t willing to share the spotlight, and he damn
sure
isn’t going to let lane’s retirement outshine his return to Pay Per
View
action.
Lane laughs in Sparks face. Sparks frowns and proceeds to slap Sean in
the
face and the bell sounds for the match. Sparks throws a right hand, and
connects. Lane stumbles back, and Sparks again nails Sean with a right,
he
grabs his left arm whips him against the ropes, Lane ducks the
clothesline.
Damien quickly spins around and is floored with a stiff right hand.
Sparks
clutches his jaw and quickly rolls out of the ring much to the
disapproval
of his hometown fans.
JC: it just goes to show how much of an asshole this guy is. He is
hated in
his hometown.
RW: It’s just jealousy, JC. These Canucks are jealous that Damien has
made
something of himself and they’re stuck in dead-end jobs.
Lane commands Damien to get into the ring, but Sparks is a stubborn guy
and
simple shakes his head and stays put. Lane isn’t going to play any
games and
he exits the ring, but as he does that Sparks quickly slides in the
ring.
Lane shakes his head as if to say “I can’t believe this” and slides
back in
the ring, but in true Sparks fashion, Damien takes advantage and begins
to
stomp Lane into the canvas. He grabs Lane by the hair and picks him up.
Lane
pushes Sparks away and goes for a right hand, and connects. Lane goes
for
another, and again it is successful. Lane then whips Sparks into the
corner
and charges at him looking to take his head off with a clothesline, but
Sparks ducks under and Lane pounces onto the second rope and springs
back
and takes Sparks down with a springboard lariat. Sparks quickly gets to
his
feet and sarcastically applauds Sean. Sean doesn’t look happy as the
two
lock up. With Damien being the heavier of the two he gets the upper
hand and
pushes Sean into the corner, and Sean falls on his ass. Sparks laughs
and
turns to the crowd and raises his arms in the air. Sean gets to his
feet,
but is still in the corner and Sparks charges for him, Lane ducks and
sends
Sparks over the top rope and out of the ring.
JC: Great reversal by Lane, sending Sparks out of the ring..
RW: I didn’t like the look at that.. Sparks landed horribly there I
think he
has hurt his knee..
With that said the referee gets out of the ring to check on Damien, who
looks to be legitimately hurt. While all this is going on the arena
fills
with boo’s as Owen Windsor starts to run down the ring.
JC: What the hell is this!?
RW: Owen is checking on his buddy, JC. Relax..
Windsor slides in the ring and spins Sean around, kicks him in the
groin and
hooks his both of his arms. He lifts him up in the air and sends him
crashing head first into the canvas.
JC: Money Makes the World Go Round! Windsor is supposed to be banned
from
ringside!
RW: Not for this fall. Haha!
JC: Even so, this is a regular one-on-one fall.. he has no business
being
here.
Windsor signals to Sparks that Lane has been taken out and suddenly
Sparks
gets back to his feet and slides in the ring to cover Sean.
JC: God dammit, this was nothing but a set up!
RW: Sparks with a miracle recovery and he’s gonna take the first fall!
1…
2……
KICK OUT!
Windsor (ringside) leaps up in amazement, and Sparks looks up at the
referee
and snarls. Sparks gets up and screams at Lane telling him to get up.
Lane
gets to his feet and is met by a boot to the gut. Sparks grabs Lane’s
head,
and places his right foot behind Lanes and looks to drive him face
first
into the canvas with a move he likes to call “The Ego Has Landed”. He
leans
back ready to nail it when suddenly Lane grabs the arm of Sparks,
twists it
around and almost yanks it out of its socket taking Sparks to the mat.
A
great reversal. Lane then grabs the feet of Sparks, but Sparks grabs
Lane by
his hair and begins pounding away at his head and then quickly rolls
him up
into a cover.
1…
2………
KICK OUT!
JC: Sparks looking to end this fall very quickly. He’s not wasting any
time
trying to get onto the next fall. A match he created himself.
RW: It’s a smart strategy by Damien, get a quick win in the first fall,
and
crush his spirits.
JC: it’s not going to be that easy. Sean Lane is very resilient.
Sparks punches the canvas in frustration. He is desperate to win this
fall,
and every time Lane pops back up, Damien’s rage increases. They’re back
to
square one, and the start to circle each other. They lunge into a lock
up
and now the power struggle continues. Lane gets the upper hand this
time and
gets Sparks in a nice wrist-lock. However his advantage is short lives
as
Sparks reverses that by spinning behind Lane and locking him around the
waist. He hoists Lane up looking to connect with a German suplex but
like a
cat, Lane lands on his feet. He grabs the head of Sparks looking for a
reverse DDT, he lifts Sparks up and connects with the Taste of
Sweetness!
JC: Out of no where comes the Taste of Sweetness! Lane covers..
Windsor desperately leaps onto the apron distracting the referee;
stopping
him from making the cover. Lane thinks he’s got it won, when he
realizes
just what is going on. He gets up and quickly heads for Windsor, who
drops
off the apron, Lane however isn’t going to let this one go. He is
infuriated
and he gets out of the ring and is going for Windsor. Windsor slowly
backs
off with his arms raised innocently. Lane’s shows no mercy as he
charges for
Windsor and takes him down with a clothesline. He begins to pound the
living
daylights out of Windsor, and while this goes on Sparks is up. He exits
the
ring and grabs a kendo stick from under the ring. Shades of last week,
when
Lane blasted a kendo stick over Damien’s head. Lane stops his beating
and
the referee has had enough and he is ejecting Windsor from ringside.
Windsor
can’t believe it, and he refuses to leave, so the referee has a bit of
a
struggle on his hands. Lane gets into the ring and Sparks stands in the
corner with his arms behind his back concealing the kendo Stick.
JC: The referee is entering the ring.. I can’t believe what has just
happened here.. Damien’s ex-wife…
1... 2... 3...
JC: Damien’s ex-wife has cost him the first fall! Lane is one up, and
now we
go into… The Broken Ego Match! God god what a dramatic first fall!
RW: I can’t believe what I just saw. How dare she! Look at poor Damien,
he’s
furious!
Furious is an understatement. He is grabbing his hair and throwing a
fit in
the ring. He has gone completely insane, and it gets even worse as the
announcer announces Sean Lane as the winner of the first fall.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of the first fall……
“The
Sweetness” Sean Lane! We shall have a thirty second break before
entering
the second fall, which will be Damien Sparks’ own creation… a Broken
Ego
Match! There will be no rules and the only way you can win is to drive
your
opponent through a reinforced glass window, which is situated near the
top
of the ramp!
RW: Reinforced glass, JC. These men are going to kill each other just
trying
to get each other through them!
And just like that the bell for the second, and possibly final fall
sounds
and straight off the bat the furious Damien Sparks charges at Lane and
takes
him down with a spear. He mounts on top of him and begins to rain on
him
with rights and lefts. Lane tries to block them but they’re coming at
him so
fast it’s impossible to block them all. Damien then gets off and grabs
Lane
by the hair and throws him out of the ring. Sparks runs against the
ropes
and leaps over and knocks Lane back down to the floor with a suicide
dive.
Sparks quickly gets to his feet and again grabs Lane by the hair to
pick him
up. He grabs his face and looks to smash his head off of the announce
table,
but Lane blocks it and drives Sparks’ head into it. Sparks stumbles
around a
little and Lane takes him down with a clothesline. Lane slides in the
ring
and climbs the apron to the top rope. The crowd get to their feet, but
so
does Sparks. Lane stalks Sparks, just waiting for him to turn around,
and he
does and Lane leaps off the top rope to the outside locks his legs
around
Sparks’ neck and takes him down to the floor with an amazing
hurricanranna.
JC: What a move!
RW: Sean is going all out to beat Damien here. Remember, this is Sean’s
final match and never, never has Sean defeated Damien when they go
head-to-head in these big matches.
Sparks uses the barricade to help him get to his feet, but Sean is
quickly
onto him and he nails Sparks with a stiff kick to his back knocking him
down
once again. Lane climbs the announce table and waits for Sparks to get
up.
Slowly but surely, he does, and he turns to see Sean standing on the
table
mocking him by imitating his taunts. Sparks shakes his head in
disapproval
and climbs the barricade and shows Lane how it’s done, causing the fans
to
boo. Damien turns his back on Lane and goes to flip the fans off, but
much
to Sean’s surprises Damien quickly turns back around and charges at him
he
leaps off the barricade and drives Sean’s head into the canvas with an
amazing jumping swinging DDT. The crowd are going nuts and the arena
fills
with “HOLY SHIT!!” chants as both men lay down on top the what used to
be
the announce table.
JC: Both men are down, how the hell are either men going to have the
strength left to drive one another though a reinforced glass window!
Sparks slowly gets to his feet, a little worse for wear, but not as bad
as
Sean who is still on the floor after having his head driven through the
table. Sparks picks up Lane and looks to throw him into the ring-steps,
but
Lane reveres it with an irish whip of his own sending Sparks crashing
into
the steps with a sickening thud. Lane staggers around trying to get his
head
together before continuing his assault. He slowly walks towards Sparks,
he
picks him up and boots him in the gut, he flips him up for a vertical
suplex… and connects on the outside, causing more pain to the back of
Damien. Lane isn’t finished though, as he doesn’t let go of Damien as
he
drags him back to his feet in the vertical suplex position once again
and
light lightning he quickly drives him to the floor once again. Lane
still
isn’t though as he goes for one more, he again drags Damien to his feet
and
for the final time he drives him back first onto that cold hard mat on
the
outside, just wearing Damien down before he goes for the eventual kill.
JC: Three snap suplexes means “Laneplexes”.. Damien is not looking good
here.
RW: We wouldn’t be seeing this had it not been for Lisa! Damien is
still in
shock and he simply hasn’t recovered!
Lane methodically continues to work on the back of Damien Sparks as he
proceeds to put the boots to him. He picks Sparks up and throws him
into the
ring. Lane firmly in control now slowly enters the ring and climbs to
the
middle rope. Sparks his on his hands and knees trying to get up and
Lane
jumps off the second rope and drives a boot right into the lower back
of
Damien Sparks. Sparks rolls around the ring in complete pain, but Lane
doesn’t let up. He picks Sparks up to his feet lifts him up and
connects
with a backbreaker sending Damien back down to the canvas holding his
back.
JC: Great ring-work by Lane here. If he injures the back of Sparks, tha
means he’s going to have a great deal of problems throwing Lane through
the
windows, thus decreasing his chances of winning.
Lane again picks Sparks up and this time he whips him into the corner.
Lane
charges at Sparks, but out of no where Sparks nails Lane with a
beautiful
Super kick. Sparks drops to his knees that took a lot out of him with
the
back pain. Damien rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring for
something to help him to victory. He finds a steel chair. He climbs
back in
the ring and Sean is just getting to his feet. Sean turns around and is
met
with a steel chair being jabbed into his lower abdomen followed by a
stiff
shot over his back.
“Payback time” Damien mutters.
And the assault continues. One shot to the back, followed by another,
and
another, and another. Sparks stops to catch his breath and he adjusts
the
chair so that the edge of it is facing downwards, and now he drives the
edge
of the chair into Sean’s back jab after jab, after jab, after jab.
Damien
Sparks has gone trigger happy with a steal chair and there is nothing
anyone
can do to stop him. Damien drops the chair and lifts Lane to his feet
and
throws him over the top rope to the outside. Damien climbs out of the
ring
and boots Sean in the gut edging him closer up to the ramp. Sean rolls
back
so he is able to get up. Sparks also takes a step back and he smiles.
The
smile is returned and they both charge at each other They begin to
brawl
uncontrollably as rights and lefts are flying everywhere from both
parties.
Lane begins to get the upper hand so out of desperation Damien nails
Sean
with a knee to the midsection and knocks Sean to the floor with an
elbow to
the head. Sparks picks Lane up and throws him further up the ramp, they
begin to get closer to the windows. Obviously Damien is looking to end
it
soon with the pain on his back increasing.
JC: Holy shit! Lane could be dead!
RW: If that’s the case.. all Damien has to do is drive Lane through the
window.. get down there Damien! Go! Go!
And he does just that. Damien slowly walks down the ramp, and down to
where
Sean lies, in a bed of cracked, and broken wood. Damien walks over the
mess
and picks Sean up and throws him towards the window. He heads towards
Sean.
Damien puts his hands down his own wrestling tights and pulls out a
microphone..
Damien Sparks: “Ego’s are such fragile things. They can be broken with
in a
blink of an eye, which is why I have chosen this glass window. Glass is
fragile, just like an ego, and now.. it is time to Shatter Sean’s!”
And with that said grabs his feet. He lifts him up a little and drops
down
and catapults Lane right into the window. Nothing. Not even a crack.
Except
for maybe Lane’s skull.
JC: Oh my.. A sickening thud as Sean’s head just bounces off that
reinforced
window..
Sparks looks on in amazement. He thought that would do it. Obviously
not. He
lifts Lane to his feet again and grabs him by his head and charges and
slams
him head first into the reinforced window. The crowd gasp. Nothing.
Again.
Sean’s head just hits the window, and he hits the floor. Damien Sparks
looks
around in disbelief, but he keeps on trucking as he lifts Lane up
again. He
hoists him onto his shoulder this time, looking to get some real power.
He
charges at the window, but Lane wriggles out just in time and grabs
Sparks
by his blonde hair and smashes his head into the window. The window
cracks,
but it’s not broken. The match continues. A little bit of blood
trickles
down Sparks’ head as he lies on the floor. Lane goes to lift Sparks to
his
feet this time, but Sparks nails Lane with a low blow, which in this
match
is perfectly legal.
JC: OH MY GOD!!
RW: SPARKS WITH THE OFFENSIVE MOVE! SPARKS HAS THE FALL!!
JC: HOLY SHIT, BOTH MEN ARE OUT OF IT! How about we call this a draw,
Lane
has another life after wrestling and Sparks has his whole career ahead
of
him.. this is crazy!
RW: No, this is the most heated rivalry in SFT history. This is what
everyone wanted to see, and it’s living up to ALL expectations.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this fall to tie to
to
one fall each…… Damien Sparks!!!
Both men are covered in blood and covered in glass, and neither are
moving.
A bunch of referee’s and EMT’s rush out to check on them, neither are
willing to give this one up. The group of referee and EMT’s help both
men up
and escort them to the ring. The Toronto crowd are on their feet
applauding
both men for their effort and sheer resilience and willingness to
continue
after what war has been raged, and we’re not even finished yet. Still
another fall to go; the Rochester street fight. The bell sounds to
signal
the third and final fall and neither men are on their feet, but god
bless
them they’re trying. Both men are using the ropes to help them to their
feet. The crowd are on there feet willing them both to continue this
epic
battle. Sparks is up first, but Lane isn’t far behind. The both turn
around
to each other at the same time; blood streaming down both men’s faces
as
they begin to trade blows in the middle of the ring. Sparks gains the
upper
hand by blocking one of Lane’s shots and nailing him with a solid upper
cut
causing him to fall back against the ropes. Sparks takes a few steps
back
and charges at Lane with a super kick, but Lane ducks under it and
sends
Sparks crashing down to the outside. Lane with a sudden burst of
adrenaline
climbs on the edge of the apron and nails Sparks with a very elegant
Asia
moonsault!
JC: You have to admire the condition of these two men, they’ve been
through
complete hell and back and this war still isn’t over.
RW: This is the finale of a feud that was went on for two years, this
was
never going to be pretty, these guys knew what to expect and they’re
giving
it their all. You have to respect that.
JC: Sparks may not have had much respect for Lane at the beginning of
the
match, but surely when this thing is finally over, Lane will have
Sparks’
respect.
Lane picks Sparks up and slams his head into the ring post. Blood
splats all
over the place as Sparks falls to the floor again. Lane, looking very
fatigued throws Sparks into the ring barrier, adding to the pain on
Sparks’
back. Lane is looking to clothesline Sparks over the barrier, but
Sparks has
other plans as he ducks and catapults Lane over the top and into the
crowd.
Sparks grabs a beer from one of the fans and throws it in the face of
Lane
before knocking him to the floor with a solid right hand. Sparks grabs
Lane’s arm and helps him to his feet, very out of character, but the
kindness was just a deception as Sparks whips Lane into, and over the
barrier back to ringside. Sparks climbs on top of the barrier looking
to
nail Lane with an aerial move, but Lane is wise to it and rushes at
Sparks
and trips him causing him to trip and land on the barrier in a VERY
painful
position. The crowd love it. Sparks falls on the floor. Lane wisely
climbs
in the ring to give him time to rest a little. Sparks slowly crawls
towards
the ring and rolls inside; both men are exhausted as they lay on the
canvas.
Lane this time is the first to his feet as he goes to nail Sparks with
a
boot to the midsection, but Sparks grabs his foot and takes him down
with a
beautiful dragon screw.
JC: My god what a match. What a fucking match!
Sparks’ frustration gets the better of him as he goes to bitch at the
referee after he is forced to break the hold. The relief on Sean’s face
is
priceless as he slowly uses the ropes to once again get to his feet,
but the
damage as been done with the sharpshooter. Sean gets to his feet, and
Sparks
is still arguing with the referee. Lane hobbles behind Sparks and grabs
his
head looking for the taste of Sweetness… and he connects! The crowd
jump up
in sheer delight as Sean drops down for the cover.
1... 2... 3...
WAIT… NO!
KICK OUT!!
JC: WHAT!?
RW: WHAT!?!
Sean cannot believe it. He puts his head in his hands and looks up at
the
sky in complete disbelief. He thought it was it, and the crowd damn
sure
did, but this match still continues. Lane picks up Sparks and spins him
around looking for another taste of sweetness, he lifts him up, put
Sparks
wriggles out and locks his hands around Lane’s waist, he pushes him
into the
ropes not letting go and rolls Sean up and grabs the tights..
1... 2...
KICK OUT!!
Another sigh of relief goes around the arena as Lane and Sparks both
leap to
their feet. Lane swings for Sparks, Sparks ducks it and boots Lane in
the
gut. He puts his head between his legs and hooks Lane’s arms; he lifts
him
up and plants Lane head first into the canvas with The Difference
Maker. He
hooks Sean’s leg and the referee drops down into position.
1... 2... 3...
NO!!
KICK OUT!!
JC: UN-FUNKEN-BELIEVABLE!
Sparks begins to pound the canvas in frustration. He leaps to his feet
and
begins to jump up and down yelling at Lane, begging him to get up. And
he
does, and he is met with another boot to the gut, and again he finds
himself
in the Difference maker set-up position. Sparks hooks the arms, but
Lane
flips Sparks over his head. Sparks gets up and turns round. He charges
at
Lane, and Lane side steps and directs him into the turnbuckle. Sparks
facing
the crowd in the corner completely exhausted. Lane charges at him and
nails
him with a forearm to that injured back. Lane then lifts him up to the
top
rope looking to go for a super-backdrop, Lane thinks about it, but he
changes his mind. Instead he grabs Sparks by the head in a reverse DDT
position. The crowd jump up to their feet and begin to chant Sean’s
name, he
lifts Sparks up in the air and leaps back off the rope role and comes
crashing down onto the canvas with Sparks chin/neck smashing off his
shoulder with such velocity Sparks goes flying into the other corner.
The
crowd begin to go absolutely crazy and erupt in a “HOLY SHIT!!” Chant
JC: HOLY FUCK!!! TOP ROPE TASTE OF SWEETNESS!! THE COVER!!!
1... 2... 3...
JC: He did it!! SEAN FINALY DEFEATS DAMIEN SPARKS!! HE WINS IT!! HE IS
GOING
OUT ON TOP!!
The crowd are totally wild as they begin to chant Sean’s name. He
stands up
and the referee raises his arms in the air to declare him as the
winner.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this match… “The
Sweetness” Sean Lane!!!”
The look on Sean’s face says it all, he is ecstatic. What a way to end
an
unbelievable career. Sparks slowly begins to get up to his feet and he
looks
at Sean celebrating. Lane turns around and notices Sparks standing
there in
the corner glaring at him. They meet each other in the middle of the
ring.
They stare at each other when suddenly Sparks extends his hand to Sean,
the
crowd cheer once more as Lane accepts the gesture and goes to shake
Sparks’
hand, but Sparks pulls away and flips Sean off before leaving the ring.
The
crowd boo and begin to throw rubbish at him as he walks up the ramp
back to
his locker room. The camera then switches back to Sean, who is standing
in
the ring looking around the arena looking very proud, despite Sparks’
actions. The crowd show their appreciation for a man that has been
nothing
but entertaining for over two years. The crowd are on their feet
chanting
his name and giving him a standing ovation. Sean Lane raises both arms
in
the air and a small tear rolls down his cheek. A picture pefect ending
to a
fucking great career. Farewell Sean.
Winner:
Sean Lane
Match Number Eight : Main
Event Two The massive triple cage structure starts lowering from the ceiling. When it reaches the ground, the fans cheer wildly. With all three cages locked into place, two referees come out and they enter the ground floor cage. JC: Well, ladies and gentlemen... the time has come! RW: This is the main event that we've all been waiting for... minus Dave Steel and Dave Van Dam. JC: It's a shame that those two couldn't compete. With Van Dam's disappearance... and Steel's head injury... it's once again proof that anything can happen. RW: Ah well. At least we still have the other four. This match will certainly amaze. "One of a Kind" by Breaking Point starts up and the fans cheer. Co-Owner Erik Dean walks out with a dozen no-name TNT Krew members. Each is carrying two weapons. They all roller-skate down to the ring and throw weapons into the first cage as well as on top of the first cage. They all skate back up the ramp and them to the backstage area. With a smile, Erik raises a microphone. Erik Dean: In case you haven't noticed... we have no ring announcer. It is my pleasure to introduce the new PPV main event ring announcer... The phat beat of "P.I.M.P. (remix) by 50 Cent featuring Snoop Dogg starts to play and the fans start to bounce. Lights flash all over the arena. Out onto the stage comes former CO-Owner and youngest Hall of Famer... NATHAN GUST! The fans cheer as Nathan takes the microphone from Erik. With the gangsta song playing, Nathan walks down to the ring and he goes into the ground floor cage. He stands in the center of the ring and he raises the microphone. The music fades away. Nathan Gust: The following contest is a Triple Cage Match... and it is for the Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Championship! He pauses. Nathan Gust: Making his way to the ring first... weighing in at 265 pounds... a former THREE time Champion... my mentor... CONNOR MACDADDY! "Got You By The Balls" by AC/DC begins. Moments later, Connor MacDaddy walks out from the backstage area. He runs straight to the ring and he slides in. He and Nathan exchange a handshake before Connor climbs to the top turnbuckle. He grabs onto the roof of the lower cage and he swings around, to the crowd's enjoyment. Connor's music dies down. Nathan Gust: Coming to the ring next... weighing in a 285 pounds... he was SFT Champion for a total of NINE days... THE ICON! CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES! THIS IS MY LAST RESORT! "Last Resort" by Papa Roach blasts the speakers. There arena is magically transformed into one big mosh pit! The oldest man in this match comes out to a standing ovation. They clap for him as he makes his way down the ramp. JC: I've heard that ICON is retiring after this one. RW: If that's true... this could be his last blaze of glory. JC: No matter what... ICON is a great man. RW: Agreed. Once ICON reaches the ring, he walks up the steps and he goes under the top rope. He leans in his corner and he keeps his eye on the World Heavyweight Championship that is hoisted above the top cage. Nathan Gust: The third entrant in this match... weighing in at 240 pounds... my personal favorite in this match... LUCAS BALKAN! "Medicated" by Downthesun starts to play and the lights dim. Smoke starts to rise from the stage and the ramp. Suddenly, a coffin appears center stage. Somehow, it floats down the ramp. JC: That's pretty strange... RW: Somebody get a shot underneath the coffin. At that moment, a camera man runs to the side of the ramp and he points the camera under the coffin. There are no wheels; no midgets; nothing. The coffin stops moving once it reaches the edge of the ramp. It suddenly stands straight up and the door slowly opens. A hand reaches out and the lights go black. When they come back on, the coffin is wide open. Standing in the center of the ring with his hands raised in the air is Lucas Balkan. JC: He never fails to impress. His music dies down and Nathan prepares to announce the forth member. Nathan Gust: And last but not least... also weighing in at 265 pounds... a legend by every aspect of the word... FOX! RW: Warning! If you are epileptic, close your eyes! The lights start flashing and Fox walks out to "Last Serenade" by Killswitch Engage. The lights continue to strobe on and off until Fox reaches the ring. Once he's inside the cage, Nathan Gust wishes all four men good luck before he exits. Nathan then proceeds to lock the cage door and he stands outside of the cage with the microphone. Nathan Gust: Hanging high above the third cage is the SFT Title belt. The first person to pull that title down will be the NEW champion! The fans cheer as the opening bell sounds. Nathan takes a seat near JC and RW to watch the action. The action starts off with Connor and ICON in opposite corners, facing each other, as well as Fox in his corner staring across to Lucas. Connor bursts out of his corner, as does ICON. Connor takes out ICON with a spear, as Balkan and Fox run at each other and both try to hit drop-kicks and miss. JC: There's no time to waste! Balkan and Fox get up quickly and lockup. Fox pokes Balkan in the eye and whips him to the ropes, hitting a huge spinebuster. Meanwhile, Connor and ICON are outside the ring exchanging blows. RW: Total chaos! Ahhh! JC: This isn't too bad... yet. Connor goes for a haymaker, but ICON ducks, sending Connor's fist scrapping against the chain link fence of the cage. Connor holds his hand in pain as it begins to bleed. RW: Oh... not good... ICON begins working over Connor's arm, and whips Connor into the ringpost. Connor flips around it and lands on his arm, holding it in pain. ICON gets a grin over his face as he picks up Connor and pulls him to the corner. ICON lays Connor in the ring, under the bottom rope, with his right arm in the ring, and his ribs against the corner post. ICON quickly gets into the ring, and twists Connor's arm, making him scream out in pain. ICON then hooks Connor's arm in his legs and then hooks on a crossface by reaching over the hook and hooks the ropes to the corner post. ICON then pulls back, the back of Connor's head and neck on the hook of the ropes, and Connor's arm being taken out of the socket. JC: Man... ICON is ruthless tonight. RW: That's what it takes, I guess. ICON keeps this move on, as Balkan and Fox are trading knife-edge chops. Balkan backs up and goes for a quick superkick, but Fox catches the leg and brings in Balkan for a capture suplex. Fox picks up Balkan and hooks him for a swinging DDT, as Connor's screams are heard in the background. Fox hits it flawlessly and goes outside the ring. JC: Nice move by Fox. If he can keep up his technical excellency... this match is his. RW: Not if ICON beats the shiznat out of him. Fox gets out a ladder from under the ring and picks it up. ICON is seen standing up in the far corner, as Connor's body slips from the apron of the ring and falls, motionless to the floor. Fox has the ladder on the apron, ready to slide it in, but ICON quickly runs and hits a baseball slide on the ladder, knocking it into Fox's midsection. JC: That's gonna leave a mark. RW: No shit. JC: No... none today. I'm constipated. RW: Umm... JC: Did I just say that out loud? RW: Yeah... The ladder doesn't fall outside, so ICON picks it up and sets it up to climb. Fox lays on the outside, clutching his ribs, as ICON climbs the ladder. As ICON climbs, Balkan is up, and begins to climb as well. Balkan and ICON make it to the top, and both begin trading punches to see who'll make it into the second level first. Finally, ICON punches Balkan in the gut, and then slams his head into the top of the ladder, and pushes Balkan off. Balkan ends up hot shoting off the top rope, as ICON quickly enters the second level of the cage. ICON knocks the ladder over, sensing victory. JC: This one is all ICON's now. All he has to do is make it to the top cage. In the ring, Fox goes for the ladder. Fox is in the ring, and going for the ladder. Fox clutches his ribs, and winces in pain, as he tries to stand the ladder up. He does so, and sets it up to climb. RW: Here comes trouble for ICON. ICON looks around in the second cage for the way out. He sees a wire-cutter in the corner and he starts chomping away at links of the cage. He makes a hole big enough to get out of and he squeezes out. Once out, ICON starts to climb up that cage to the top one. As he does so, he hears a familiar voice yelling his name. ICON jumps down and he looks around. Suddenly, a man propels down from the ceiling. That man is Ian Wynn! He meets up with ICON. Ian Wynn: This is it, man. Glory is just a few feet away. ICON nods his head and he goes to climb up the cage wall. Ian laughs. Ian Wynn: But not for you, old pal. Ian grabs ICON down, knees him in the gut, and he delivers a powerbomb to his former two time Tag Team Championship partner. Icon's head lands straight on the broken fence that he cut for himself. JC: What the hell?! Wynn smiles as he climbs down to the floor and he starts walking up the ramp. RW: ICON is completely knocked out... thanks to his "friend" Ian Wynn! JC: That's just messed up. Back in the ring, Balkan glances over at Fox and sees him climbing. Balkan holds his neck and crawls to the ladder. Balkan and Fox climb up the ladder. Fox makes it to the top before Balkan, but when Fox reaches up to get into the second level of the cage, he quickly doubles over, his ribs throbbing in pain. RW: Will he even make it to the top? This gives Balkan time to climb. Balkan makes it to the top of the ladder and punches Fox. Fox falls down a rung, but holds on. Balkan makes a sprint to go to the second level, but Fox hits a lowblow on him. Balkan loses his balance and falls, but quickly catches a rung. The ladder tips over a bit, towards Balkan's side, but Fox does a little jump, setting the ladder back in place, and Fox quickly makes a dash to the second level. Fox reaches up, wincing in pain, and finally makes it, with Balkan coming from behind. With Fox and Balkan in the second cage, all hell breaks loose. Fox picks up a chair from the floor of this fragile cage and he slams it over Balkan's head. He then drops the chair and delivers an evenflow piledriver to Balkan onto that very chair, putting a massive dent in it. JC: Go for the gold! Fox pulls the ladder up to the second cage and he sets it up in the corner. Fox then grabs Icon's wire-cutters and he starts to climb. When he gets to the top, he starts chomping away at the ceiling of this second cage. Once he makes a large hole, Lucas is already out of the hole that ICON made. Fox drops the cutters back into the cage and he finishes his climbs. Balkan is outside of the cage and he climbs up. Both men reach the top of the second cage at the same time. They stand a few feet apart and they each look at the gold hanging another fifteen feet above them. RW: Almost there, guys. Fox and Balkan lockup. Balkan tackles Fox into the wall of the second cage, followed by an attempt at an belly-to-belly suplex, but Fox blocks it. He delivers a quick sambo suplex to Balkan, who almost falls off of that cage. Before Balkan can fall, Fox grabs his arm. He starts to pull Balkan up before realizing what he was doing. Fox drops his opponent's hand and he starts to climb up the third cage. JC: Fox is on his way to the top. RW: But can Lucas Balkan stop him? JC: Only time will tell... Halfway up the cage, Balkan jumps up and grabs his leg. Balkan yanks Fox back to the floor where he slams the legend's head into the wall of the cage. Lucas Balkan then grabs Fox's neck and he sets him up for "The Death Drop", but Fox pushes Balkan away. Balkan runs at Fox, who lifts him up... and quickly delivers "The Spiral" right off of that cage! Lucas Balkan lands hard on top of the bottom cage. Fox looks down at Balkan with a dim smile and he then climbs up the third cage. Once he gets to the top, he looks up at the gold and then diagonally down at Lucas, who is motionless on top of the third cage. Fox then reaches his right arm up in the air and he pulls the SFT Title off of it's hook! The bell sounds and Fox's music starts up again. Nathan Gust: The winner of this match... and NEW Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion... FOX! Fox drops to one knee and he holds the belt up in the air with the opposite hand. The fans all rise and cheer for the great new champion. Winner: Fox
Ending We Fade away to Fox walking over to the turnbuckle and holds the title up in the air as the cage is being risen back into the air. We then fade to the SFT Logo as "The Game" by Disturbed plays over the PA again....
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