Strike Fantasy Towers
Hallowed Ground 2004
October 31st, 2004
Sunday Night 09:00pm Live From San Juan, Puerto Rico
Opening
The show opens to a massive crowd inside the magnificent arena. "Hells Bells" by AC/DC is blasted through the speakers and the fans go wild as pyro shoots from the stage. Before we can even go to Phil and Steve to introduce the pay per view, "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 begins to play. Out onto the stage comes the Hall of Famer Nathan Gust (known as Evil Over Rule member Genocide). Dressed in a fine Armani suit and armed with a microphone, this young genius cues the music to end. Once the fans quiet down a bit, he raises the microphone to speak.
Nathan Gust: ¡Bienvenida, damas y caballeros, a Hallowed Ground!
The fans in San Juan go wild at his attempt at speaking in their native tongue.
Nathan Gust: Sorry for my bad use of the Spanish language. I almost failed Spanish I three years ago. I just wanted to come out here and inform you all that I am a forgiven man. Due to my negotiation skills, I am once again the Chairman of Strike Fantasy Towers!
They go wild at this sudden announcement.
Nathan Gust: With help from Connor MacDaddy, Johnny Legend, and Shadow... I will do my absolute best to rebuild this great company. Tonight, you will see a return to SFT that was orchastrated by me as the first step to make this place whole again. Aside from that return later tonight, you will witness six classic matches that will be talked about for weeks or even months to come. Today begins a new era in Strike Fantasy Towers. Be prepared for great things to happen in the near future...
The new Chairman turns and goes backstage as the camera goes to Phil and Steve.
Steve: Well shit far. Nathan Gust is back as Chairman of the company, we've got a big return tonight, and this is a proclaimed new era. What could be better than this?
Phil: You shutting up for one night.
Steve: That's not part of this new era, Phil. Sorry.
Phil: Whatever. First up, we have a KOTDM tournament match between Omega Dragon and Myris.
Steve: This should be an interesting match to kick off Hallowed Ground 2004.
Phil: You aren't kidding. What the hell kind of deathmatch is this going to be anyway?
Steve: It is going to be flaming barb-wire ropes match.
Phil: Sounds extremely gory but yet entertaining.
Omega Dragon vs. Myris
( Round Two - KOTDM Tournament )
The crowd are silent in anticipation as the first few chords of 'Killing In The Name of' strum out over the PA System. Before the music kicks in, the words 'Enter The Expert' flash across the StrikeTron as they are spoken from a microphone behind the stage. Myris walks out from behind the curtain to a hail of boos, strutting confidently down the ramp, holding his hands high above his head and soaking up the hatred of the Strike Towers crowd. He reaches the ring apron, and walks up the ring steps and along the outside of the ropes before ducking in and climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps down.
Phil: There is Myris.
Omega Dragon comes from the crowd as "Rockets on the Battlefield" by Kool Keith play.
Steve: And there is Omega Dragon.
Both men prance around the ring in anticipation of locking up. After minute the crowd starts to boo as both men haven't done anything. Omega initiates the grapple but both mens heads collide as they go for the maneuver. The result is Omega Dragon and Myris fall to the mat in pain.
Steve: This is just pathetic.
Phil: You're not kidding. It has been three minutes into the match already and both men have made jack offs of themselves.
Steve: This has to be the worst deathmatch ever.
As both men still are on the mat a mysterious figure comes down to the ring. He is not identifiable until he gets into the ring. Then everyone realizes that it is Cowboy Jack Jones. JJ then takes Myris and puts him into a vertical suplex and drops him onto the top rope, which is flaming and made of barb wire. Myris yells in agony as the flames burn his stomach. After twenty seconds Myris is able to finally swing off the top rope into the ring.
Steve: Can he do that?
Phil: It is a deathmatch! It doesn't really matter.
While Myris rolls around the ring in pain, Cowboy grabs Omega over his shoulder and drops him neck first onto the top rope. Omega screams in pain as a mass of blood gushes from his throat. Cowboy then climbs the top turnbuckle as both men get to their feet and are dazed. Cowboy then hits a double night sky. Both men collapse to the mat as Cowboy puts one foot on the chest of Omega and the other on Myris in a double pin fashion.
1...
2...
3!
Phil: I guess your winner for this deathmatch is Cowboy Jack Jones.
Winner: Cowboy Jack Jones?
The scene quickly fades to the backstage area where the rookie Advent Child was just watching the first match.
The Advent Child: What a travesty. A man with the potential of Myris and a man with the future of Omega Dragon... losing to a mentally inferior creature like Jack Jones. The planets must be out of alignment or something.
He shakes his head slowly.
The Advent Child: If it were I in the place of those two feeble creatures, Jack Jones would never be called a winner again...
The scene fades back to the ringside area, where Phil and Steve are obviously confused.
Phil: Duh... okay.
Steve: Next match!
Venom vs. Rylos
( Round Two - KOTDM Tournament )
"Redeemer" by Marilyn Manson starts up and the fans give a mixed reaction. The recently returned Rylos walks out from the backstage area and he runs straight to the ring. He bounces off of the ropes a few times before "The Way I Am" by Eminem kicks in. The rather new superstars comes out from backstage with a smile on his face. Without pause, he runs to the ring and slides in.
Phil: It looks like these two athletes are ready for this King of the Deathmatch round two match!
Steve: They sho' iz.
The bell sounds. Venom with a tequila sunrise to start it off. He then grabs a chair that is laying amongst the other hardcore items and nails Rylos over the head with it. Rylos is in definate pain and grabs a spiked baseball bat and lets fly, hitting Venom squarely in the stomach, we see tiny blood punctures in the skin.
Phil: Goddamn thats gotta hurt.
Venom
grabs a fire extinguiser as Rylos advances, he shoots the white stuff
into Rylos eyes.
Rylos is now blind as Venom flyes off the ropes with a steel laced black
leather glove.
He knocks Rylos down and then proceeds to lock in the claw?
Phil: Holy Toledo, Venom is using an old school hold, I havent seen that used in 2 years and that last person to ever use The Claw was Shadow.
Steve: Well Venom is a student of the game.
Rylos kicks him in the head, and gets up and nails a quick snapmare suplex on a stop sign.
Phil: These guys are gonna kill each other.
Rylos grabs a flamethrower.
Steve: What the hell is he gonna do? Roast Venom?!
He lights the tip and the pulls the trigger but Venom rolls out of the way at the last instant. Rylos has set part of the ring on fire. The ring crews are working on trying to put it out. Venom flys off the ropes and nails Rylos with a clothsline from hell as Rylos lands in the fire. Rylos back side is scorched but he grabs Venom and suplexs him into the fire.
Phil: These guys are brawlin in a burning ring.
Venom grabs a burning turnbuckle and rips it from the ring and nails Rylos right in the head, singeing his hair.
Steve: Whoa Nelly!
Phil: A match as violent and insane as this, they cant possibly last much longer.
Rylos is staggering and finds a burning bat and nails Venom across the back of the head. Venom is out and Rylos covers.
1...
2...
3!
Phil: Rylos has done it hes move ahead in the tournament.
Winner: Rylos
The scene goes to the High Society locker room. There, the World Heavyweight Champion is preparing to leave for the cemetary outside of town. Jame Sensation walks over and puts his hand on Legend's shoulder.
James Sensation: What's wrong?
Johnny Legend: I have a bad feeling about this match.
James Sensation: But why? You're the SFT Champion. Aj Nin Red Rum is the underdog. Just beat him like you've beaten all the others.
Johnny Legend: He's not like all the others. Not by a longshot.
James Sensation: You can't lose tonight. Your great reign has only begun. Losing isn't part of your game anymore.
Legend gets up off of the chair. Without another word, he walks out of the locker room with the World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. The scene goes back to the ringside area.
Steve: Well, it's time for Cowboy Jack Jones to defend his title, and they couldn't have picked a more worthy adversary!
Phil: Boy, I'll say Steve! She's coming to the ring right now, and...HOT MAMA! Look at those nice, bouncing brea...err...I mean tits...shit! Boo...aah, forget it. She has a marvellous entrance, doesn't she?
Steve: Great. This isn't going to be a problem, is it?
Phil: Hmm...I got it! I'll pretend she's an 80 year old grandma! This way, I can call the match undistracted from her flabby, flacid, droopy, saggy, wrinkled...
Steve:
We get the picture.
Backstage
Harold is seen wabbling about
When all of a sudden out of nowhere Connor appears
He nails Harold with a suitcase and knocks him out cold
Phil: Holy crapola, he just knocked out our new owner.
Steve: I think Connor and Harold are only just beginning this fued.
"Cowboy" Jack Jones* vs. Megan the Monster
( United States Championship )
The lights dim and begin to strobe purple and red. "Humble Neighborhoods" by Pink begins to play and the screen flashes various videos of Megan wrestling, and doing various other activities backstage. Megan slowly emerges from behind the black curtain and steps out on to the stage. She stands looking over the crowd as they cheer. She smirks and walks down the ramp looking at the signs and fans. She reaches the ring and walks around to the ring steps. She climbs in to the ring through the ropes and walks over to the announcer. Then she charges toward the closest turnbuckle. She jumps up the turnbuckle and growls. She jumps off and awaits her opponent while pacing the ring.
Steve: Now it's time for the champion!
Phil:
The champion! Wow! I always wanted to meet Johnny Legend! He's my favoritest
champion in the whole world!
Steve:
Well, he's better than Havoc ever was...but...wait a minute! Not THAT
champion! The U.S. champion!
Phil: Cowboy Jack Jones? Wow! I always wanted to meet Cowboy Jack Jones! He's my favoritest champion in the whole world!
Steve: Ugh. Say, Phil! I think I see something...shiny, yes, that's it, shiny out far away from me and these microphones somewhere.
Phil: OOO! SHINIES!
Garth Brooks's "I've Got Friends in Low Places begins to play, and Cowboy steps out onto the ramp, holding his gold proudly high. He strolls to the ring with poise, and purpose. No need to show off. What you see is what you get, no bullshit. The ref takes the title, shows it to the camera, so the world knows it's on the line, and signals for the match to get underway. Jack, wary to hit a woman circles his opponent, cautiously looking for an opening. Megan, on the other hand, rushes forwards, taking no prisoners. Wrestling is tougher for women than men... not because of physical differences, but because of the preconceived notions of said physical differences. Living testament to the facts against the stereotypes, Megan quickly brings Jack to the mat with a well timed arm drag. He quickly bounces up, and she repeats the process. Again, fast on his feet, he charges his foe, who deftly counters his rush with a legscissors takedown. Megan helps the man up to his feet, then irish whips him to the ropes, leapfrogging him on the first bounce. Hitting the deck on the second, and connecting with a gorgeous spinning heel kick on the third.
Phil: You know something, Steve? For an older lady, she really can move!
Steve: Older lady? She hasn't even broken 30 yet, and...
Phil: NO! Shut up! 80, she's 80, at LEAST! Maybe even 90!
Steve: If you say so, Phil.
Back in the ring, the two lock up. Megan still has the advantage, and she's making goo duse of it by peppering him with light moves. Tiring the man out, snap suplex, with the front facelock position maintained, and followed up with a front layout suplex. His vertical base taken away, it's time to climb for the top rope. Nice moonsault. Megan hooks the leg...
1...
2...
NO!
She knew his weakness. As long as she could keep the manic pace going, he couldn't dream of keeping up with her. Without thinking, she drags him to his feet, and whips him to the corner. She sets him up on the top turnbuckle, and leaps up for a huricanrana...but he grabs her, and counters with a sharp powerbomb from the third turnbuckle. He pauses for a second to catch his breath, but he has time. The fall took the wind out of his opponent, and he intends to keep it that way. Leaping from his position on the turnbuckle, he soars through the air, delivering a hard elbow directly to Megan's sternum, keeping her from gasping another breath of precious air.
Phil: WHAT A BRUTE! baeting up on a senior citizen! Why, I have half a mind to call the cops!
Steve: You have half a mind? Shit, I had a bet going with JC. 10-1 odds that you only had a quarter. I'm out a thousand bucks because of you, you owe me bigtime!
Phil: What could you possibly want from little ole me?
Steve: For the love of god, stop using the old person gag! It got stale two jokes ago. THINK UP A NEW SCHTICK!
Phil: But...
Steve: NO!
Moving fast, Jones runs to the ropes, and bounces off, leaping high into the air to drop ANOTHER elbow on the gut of his opponent. It was in that moment, when the air rushed up to greet him before he smashed into his hapless foe, that he had an excellent idea. He dragged her to her feet, and whipped her into the ropes. Running straight into a boot to the midsection which hunched her over, leaving her in perfect position for a meaty DDT. Hit her in the head enough, and dizzy her, and she wouldn't be able to strike fast, anymore. Jack would have the absolute advantage in this bout. He applied a sleeper hold. Wear down that head, keep her from getting that all-important oxygen. His two goals. He tightened the hold, which increased his foe's struggles. He was stronger than her, though. He could tighten the hold some more...which might have been his fatal mistake. Megan felt herself slipping away. No air, dizzy already from the DDT, adrenaline coursed through her body. It was just enough for her to get up...not completely...but enough to fall down far enough to deliver a painful jawbreaker to Jack, who relinquished the hold in his surprise at the sharp pain.Megan staggered to her feet, trying to wearily capitalize on her opponent's folley, charging in, she only manages to get powerslammed by Jack. He stays on for the cover...
1...
2...
NO!
Jack gets to his feet to regroup, and Megan does likewise. She had to get the advantage back. She couldn't take much more of this man's assault...but he was making her take the game to him. She had to stay back, and be prepared to counter anything he might throw at him, instead of rashly run in, and get slammed. Developing a plan, she carefully feints in, Jack ducks, telegraphing the back body drop...just what the doctor ordered. Carefully backout out as fast as she ducked in, she delivers a magnificent dropkick to the top of Jones's head, sending him to the canvas. She drags him to his weary feet, and throws him into a corner, following with a clariat, for insurance. She spins him around, into the tree of woe position, and hops back to the opposing corner. BAM! Something Wicked This Way Comes!
Steve: Yeah! THAT'S how you get back that lost advantage, I says!
Phil: Advantage, schmadvantage. The match ain't over till the zebra counts to three, says I!
Steve: What about disqualification? Draw? Count out?
Phil: You're mean.
Megan quickly ascends the turnbuckle as Jack holds his face in agony. She's going to do it, and Jack doesn't even knowit's coming...THE MONSTER MASH! It's over, baby!
1...
2...
NO!
The heart of a champion! That's what Jack Jones has. Megan can't believe it. The fans can't believe it...hell, Jack himself can't even believe that he got his shoulder up after that. But the proof is there. He DID get his shoulder up. She just didn't work him enough. That's what she told herself. It was a move, like any other high-impact wrestling move. It was most effective after the opponent was sofened well. Slowly, Jack climbs to his feet. Now was as good a time as any, Megan thought, to try that top rope hurricanrana again, so she snatches Cowboy, and whips him into the opposing turnbuckle. Putting him up was easy. Hell, even if one wasn't groggy, they'd go up almost willingly, for a sensational counter. It was the moment where she left her feet to scissor her legs around his neck, and twist her body sharply downwards that proved or disproved his readines to receive such a high-impact move. Fortunately for her, he put up no fight, as she forced his body to the mat four feet, or so below them. That ought to do it, Megan thought. But there was still the final test. Monster Mash...AGAIN!
1...
2...
3!
Steve: Heart of a champion or no, there's only so much one man can take, and that was his limit for the day!
Phil: Heh! He got beat-up by a woman! a 90 year old one, at that!
Steve: That's it... I'm taking that $1000 out of your hide...
Winner: Megan the Monster
Jack gets up and offers his hand in congratulations to Megan who just laughs at him. Jack nods his head and walks away.
Steve: Something tells me we havent quite seen the last of old Jacky boy there.
Phil: Because he walked away?
Steve: No, because he has that heart of a champion stuff that we talk about so much.
Phil: Ahh. Awesome. Yeah, he'll be looking for a well deserved rematch soon enough.
Steve: More than likely. So what match do we have next?
Phil: Christian Cage is defending his Intercontinental Title against... Connor MacDaddy?! How'd that happen?
Steve: He gave himself a title shot.
Phil: I see that. Come on. Even Maharaja deserves that shot more after his performance at War last week.
Steve: But Mr. MacDaddy is pretty much in charge... so it doesn't matter.
Phil: Ugh...
Steve: Since we are half way through the show, it's time for us to go. John and Randy will take it from here...
The camera shifts over to JC and RW who are at their own booth to call the rest of the show.
JC: Well, folks, the A-Team has arrived!
RW: That's right. No more Phil and Steve nonsense. It's time for the real announcers to take control.
JC: Next up, we will see a classic bout between our great President Connor MacDaddy and the Television Champion Christian Cage.
RW: He's the Intercontinental Champion also, John.
JC: Finally...
Christian Cage* vs. Connor MacDaddy
( Intercontinental Championship )
"Got you by the balls" by AC/DC blares over the PA system as large red X pyros fires off. A few seconds into the song Connor steps out onto the stage and makes an X with his arm in the air. He starts to walk down the ramp. Mid ramp he slows down and points to a few fans and gives them a big thumbs up. He slides in the ring and goes on the turnbuckle and makes X crosses in the air to the crowd.
RW: Is it me, or does Connor not look ready.
JC: It’s you, trust me, only you.
The arena is plunged into darkness, but a with a gold spotlight shining down on the stage directly in front of the video wall. The opening notes of "King Of My World" by Saliva echo over the arena's PA system, and as the song reaches it's first chorus, Christian Cage walks out and stands underneath the spotlight, with his back to the ring and to a deafening negative reaction (interspersed with "asshole" chants from the crowd). Cage stretches his arms out to his sides, level with his shoulders, so as to assume a crucifix position, and as he does so, it triggers a series of pyrotechnic explosions on either side of him. As the smoke from the pyro dies away, Cage turns to face the ring and begins a slow, purposeful strut down the aisle. When he reaches the ring, Cage slides underneath the bottom rope and proceeds to climb to the top of each of the four turnbuckles in succession, assuming the crucifix position again at the top of each. After climbing down from the last turnbuckle, Cage goes back to his corner and slowly removes his designer sunglasses, staring straight into the eyes of his opponent. Cage then removes the chain around his neck, and finally his black t-shirt, revealing his toned, muscular upper body.
JC: Now this should be an awesome match.
RW: Damn straight. As soon as Cage beats Connor, Cage will be the next World Champion.
JC: Well not really, because he is out of the KOTDM tourney.
RW: Shut up.
Cage hands his Titles to the referee as the referee then throws the TV Title over this shoulder and raises the Intercontinental Title in the air displaying the Title for the crowd. He then lowers the title and walks over to MacDaddy and shows him the Title. Connor looks into the shiny gold plates before Cage mouths something at him. Connor just looks at Cage. The referee hands the titles to Amanda Sommer’s and calls for the bell.
JC: The mouthing off has already begun.
RW: Cage is probably alerting Connor he is going to get hurt.
They begin to circle the ring. After a lap, they eventually lock up in the ring. Both men try to out power each other, but neither man is able to. They then both give up and release the lock up. Connor smirks as Cage looks on furious. Cage then runs towards Connor who is close to a turnbuckle. Connor sidesteps Cage to goes front first into corner. As Cage steps back, Connor bounces off of the ropes off to the cage of Cage and then takes him down with a spear. Connor goes for the pin.
1...
2...
NO!
Connor looks at the referee who reassures him it was two. Connor then gets up as Cage begins to follow suit grabbing his ribs in the process. Connor see’s Cage get up and bounces off of the ropes behind him and goes for clothesline on Cage, but Cage ducks as Connor bounces off of the ropes again, and when he returns to Cage, Cage spinebusters him. Cage goes for a pin himself.
1...
2...
NO!
Cage hits the mat three times as a signal for a 3 count.
JC: This has been an awesome start.
RW: It would have ended if the referee could properly.
JC: Yeah, Connor would be Champion by now.
RW: You're kidding.
Both men get up, Cage holding his ribs and Connor his back. Cage then throws a right hand at Connor. Connor retaliates and throws a harder punch, into the ribs of Cage. Cage immediately grabs his ribs. With this, Connor immediately grabs Cage’s left arm and throws him to the ropes. When Cage return, Connor goes for a Flapjack, but Cage hits a high knee to the face of Connor.
RW: Now that was graceful.
JC: I really do think you have a problem.
Cage then lays a boot to the chest Connor. He then brings Connor back up to his feet. He then picks up Connor in piledriver fashion and then drops him with a Michinuko Driver. He then rolls himself over Connor and goes for a pin again.
1...
2...
NO!
Cage just looks at the referee who signals 2. Cage argues back with a 3. Cage then gets back up and then brings Connor back up and then does a thumb down to the crowd as they boo furiously. Cage then turns Connor around and wraps his hands around the waist of Connor. Cage then lifts Connor and plants him with a German Suplex.
RW: See how perfect that was, flawless.
JC: That’s it, tomorrow you are seeing a shrink.
Cage keeps the bridge for the pin.
1...
2...
NO!
Kickout. Cage then grabs his hair as he looks at the referee who signals 2. He then gets up and gets in the face of the referee. They begin to argue until suddenly Cage is spun around and kicked in the stomach. Connor is up and gets Cage in a front face lock. He then moves Cage to have them inbetween his legs. Connor then picks him up and gives Cage a piledriver of his own. Both men remain down as the begins the 10 count.
ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...
Connor then gets up. He then brings Cage to his feet and then puts him up on his shoulders. Connor then spins around the ring for the crowd to see him for a huge pop. Connor then drops Cage with a Death Valley Driver. Connor then drops to his knees and then falls forward to cover Cage.
1...
2...
NO!
JC: What an awesome match. Pin attempts left and right.
RW: See, Cage always produces quality matches.
JC: You are pathetic.
Connor then gets up and brings Cage with him. Connor then boots Cage and locks him in a front face lock. Cage begins to fight it and then throws his elbow into the chest of Connor. He then throws another as Connor releases the hold more. Cage then throws one more to which releases the hold altogether. Cage then spins around Connor, and plants him with a reverse DDT. Both men remain on the mat.
ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...
Cage gets to his knees.
FIVE... SIX...
Cage is one knee.
SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE...
Cage is to his feet. He then looks around and sees Connor slowly getting up. Cage then begins to make his way to the nearest turnbuckle and begins climbing. Once he reaches the top, he see’s Connor almost up. Connor then gets off his last knee and Cage then jumps up. Cage looks for leg drop, but Connor gets up in time and catches Cage and then drops him with a MacDaddy Bomb.
JC: OH MY GOD. MACDADDY BOMB.
RW: NOOO. CAGE, FIGHT IT CAGE.
Connor then begins to get up as he looks to the crowd. And as he gets up, he signals for the Big Mac which draws a huge pop. Once up, he then grabs Cage by the head and brings him to his feet. He then position’s Cage’s head between his feet and then lifts him up. Immediately Cage begins to fight it. Punching the head of MacDaddy. Eventually Macdaddy drops Cage. As soon as Cage hits the ground, he then grabs Connor’s arm throws it over his shoulder and then hits his CKO.
RW: THE CKO! THE’S IT.
Cage then collapses over Connor as the referee goes for the pin.
1...
2...
3!
JC: Oh shit, he beat Connor.
RW: CAGE… CAGE WON!
The referee calls for the bell and he raises Cage’s hand in victory as Cage is out.
Winner: Christian Cage
JC: Well I'll be a monkey's uncle!
RW: Hmmm... come to think of it... you do look a lot like Chimpo...
JC: I shouldn't known you would say that. I've only worked with you for six or seven years now.
RW: Has it been that long?
JC: Unfortunately...
RW: Bah well. What's our next match?
JC: The heart, soul, glue, binding, skeletol structure, brains, brawn of SFT...
RW: Spit it out!
JC: Okay fine. Shadow is facing Radiant in a Scaffold Match.
RW: That would explain why there are up there as we speak.
Randy points up at the scaffold.
Shadow vs. Radiant
( Scaffold Match )
The scene fades into Shadow and Radiant already up on the scaffold. Both wrestlers on each side, as the fans below them go crazy. The last table is being set up in the ring, showing the ring full of tables, and each stacked three times on each other. The camera pans out to show how high the scaffolding is.
JC: Good lord, how high are they.
RW: You have to be high to do a scaffolding match, ba zing!
JC: Sigh
Suddenly, Radiant comes rushing towards Shadow and spears him to the ground. The scaffolding shakes a little, as Radiant gets back up. Radiant picks Shadow up and begins to unload punches upon Shadow's forehead. Blood trails down Shadow's forehead, while Radiant raises his blood trenched hand and than lets go of Shadow, which falls face first. Radiant picks Shadow up to his feet... Shadow gets a jolt of energy and both of them begin to exchange blows after blows.
JC: How much can they stand?
Shadow blocks one of Radiant's punches and knees Radiant in the stomach. Radiant drops to his knees, as his face turn a little red from the lack of air. Shadow than gets revenge upon Radiant, as he jabs Radiant in the face a few times. Shadow than picks Radiant up and attempts to toss him over and down to the ring, but Radiant holds onto the wires that are holding the scaffolding up. Radiant kicks behind him and nails Shadow in the crotch. Shadow wobbles back, while holding his crotch and than falls on his bottom.
JC: Ouch.
RW: That was just wrong.
Radiant looks down at the tables, while the fans cheer on. Radiant than turns around and super kicks Shadow in the face.
JC: No love lost between these two...
Radiant begins to work on Shadow's right arm, by stomping upon it. Radiant than grabs Shadow by the hair and picks him up to his feet. Radiant than attempts to put Shadow into a double arm DDT, but Shadow blocks the move. Shadow grabs Radiant by the legs and drops Radiant to the ground, Shadow than spreads Radiant's legs' and puts Radiant into the nutcracker. Radiant holds his crotch, while Shadow wipes some blood off from his forehead. Shadow grabs Radiant and lifts him up to his feet. Shadow quickly puts Radiant into a DDT. The scaffolding shakes really badly.
JC: They better be careful, or else that whole scaffolding will come down.
RW: It's kind of hard to be careful, when they have to worry about falling two stories and into a tower of tables.
Both of them stay down, until a few seconds later, as Shadow gets to his feet. Radiant isn't too far behind, as Radiant gets to his knees, holding his head with his left hand. Shadow turns to Radiant, but Radiant gathers some energy and elbows Shadow in the stomach. Radiant quickly gets up and unloads blows after blows on Shadow, as they begin to make their way towards the end of the scaffolding. Shadow's feet touch the end, as his arms circle, showing he is unbalanced. Radiant waits and than pulls back and attempts one last punch to send Shadow over the edge… However, Shadow ducks and grabs Radiant from behind and puts Radiant into the sleeper hold. Shadow lets go and turns Radiant around, Shadow than picks the dazed Radiant up and power bombs Radiant off the scaffolding. The fans go nuts, as Radiant plows through the tables, with wood chip flying through the air, as the screams of women echo all around. A holy shit chant begins, as Radiant lies wasted in a pile of tables, along with blood covering most of his face. Shadow just stands on top of the scaffolding holding his side, while he holds onto one of the wires that hold the scaffolding up.
JC: Oh... my... God... I think Radiant is dead.
The EMTs
come rushing down, and begin to clear the broken tables away from the
fallen Radiant.
Winner: Shadow
Johnny Legend* vs. Aj Nin Red Rum
( World Heavyweight Championship )
The scene immediately goes to the very graveyard we saw Aj Nin Red Rum in a few days earlier. This time, it is very dark and spooky. The only light is a single spotlight over the open grave that was hooked up earlier today. The camera zooms around this eerie place until we see Aj Nin Red Rum sitting on the base of a statue of Jesus Christ. Dressed as a vampire for Halloween, Aj Nin jumps down. The cloak flaps in the wind as he walks towards the grave. From behind him, he hears a twig break. Aj Nin quickly turns around and ducks as Johnny Legend swings a shovel. The shovel falls to the ground.
Johnny Legend: Damn you.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Sorry. I'd like to keep my head on my shoulders.
Aj Nin throws the cape to the side and he knees Legend in the ribs. Aj Nin then notices that Legend is dressed in a Roman robe and he's got a fake white bear on.
Aj Nin Red Rum: What the hell are you dressed as?
Johnny Legend: The only true representation of Johnny Legend... God.
Legend retaliates by tackling the challenger to the ground. Legend grabs the shovel and chokes Aj Nin with it. The challenger kicks the king of SFT in the head, causing the man to almost go into the grave. Legend maintains on safe grounds as he gets up. Aj Nin picks up the shovel and takes a swing, but Legend moves out of the way and Aj Nin hits a tree accidently with great power.
Aj Nin Red Rum: You're fighting a battle you can not win. Give up now.
Legend jumps up onto a gravestone and he throws his arms in the air.
Johnny Legend: I'm the champ, bitch. You can't beat me.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Wrong answer.
Legend hits a cross body block onto Aj Nin off of the gravestone, taking both men down. Legend picks up the shovel and he stands up. He holds the shovel over Aj Nin's head and goes for the kill, but Aj Nin rolls out of the way and the shovel gets stuck in the cold soil.
Johnny Legend: Stay still!
He goes to hit Aj Nin again, but the challenger grabs the shovel before it makes contact and he pulls it out of Johnny's hands. Aj Nin gets up and he drops the shovel onto the ground. The two superstars lock up for this first time in this unorthodox match. The challenger throws the champion into a gravestone, chipping a piece off of it from Legend's shoulder. Aj Nin walks over to the champ and he gets an elbow to the side of the head from Legend. He shakes off the pain in his shoulder as he picks up the shovel. As he goes to hit Aj Nin with the shovel, a man dressed as the Reaper comes from the shadows. He cathces Johnny Legend's attention by pointing straight at him.
Johnny Legend: What the hell...
This distraction allows Aj Nin to go behind Legend and use the staff of the shovel to hoist Legend in the air and slam him down with a German suplex.As Aj Nin pulls Legend off of the gravestone, a man dreassed as the Reaper comes out from the shadows. Aj Nin gets to his feet and looks directly at the Reaper. Aj Nin gets wide-eyed, almost believing that this is the true taker of souls. The Reaper nods his head.
The Reaper: Finish him.
Aj Nin Red Rum looks at Johnny Legend
with almost a sense of remorse. Aj Nin scoops the esteemed champion up,
holds him for a moment while staring at the Reaper, and he drops Legend
down with "Dead Weight" right onto the bottom of the shovel
head. A crack is heard and Legend grasps his neck in agony. The legendary
madman pushes Legend into the open grave and he looks around for the shovel.
The Reaper has it and he begins shoveling dirt on top of the champion.
Aj Nin looks around and finds another shovel leaning against a tree. He
joins in the shoveling process. After the mound of dirt is covering four
feet of this grave, a team of EMTs rush in to get Legend out of there.
Winner: Aj Nin Red Rum
Ending
The Reaper: Johnny Legend is finished. You are the Champion now, William.
The dark cloak of the Reaper opens up and a human arm holds out the SFT Championship.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Have we met?
The Reaper chuckles a little bit and then pushes the hood off of his head. Aj Nin smiles from ear to ear as the man standing before him is former SFW World Heavyweight Champion and former XCW Intercontinental Champion Johny Fierce. The new champion grabs the title and he shakes hands with Fierce.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Welcome back, friend.
Aj Nin turns to the grave and he watches as the EMTs reach Legend.
Aj Nin Red Rum: Is he okay?
The head EMT checks Legend's pulse and he doesn't feel anything.
EMT: We need to get this man to the hospital now!
They scurry Legend onto a stretcher and haul him out of there as quickly as possible to recucitate Legend. Aj Nin Red Rum watches with a feeling of regret and Fierce puts his hand on the new champ's shoulder.
Johny Fierce: He's better off now...
Aj Nin nods his head slightly as a single tear runs down his face. The three time champion looks down at the title he fought to earn and the single tear drops on it. That is the last image we recieve as the show goes off the air.
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