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A single green spotlight hits the rampway. And a figure arises from within its embrace. Shadow stands alone there, holding a microphone. The crowd gets louder but he waits for them to settle back.
Shadow: You know when I first thought of the ppv name Memories. It came to me just because of our history, it came to me due to how many had come and gone through our halls. This truely is the Ides' of March. Our respective histories date back to 1998. That alone is feat within itself, but to stay this strong this long? Thats even more impressive. I cant even begin to try and find the words that comes to mind when I think of how many memories I actually have. If I could open my mind for a moment and let you in, most would be overwhelmed. As I sit back and think back to every superstar to ever put on an SFW, XCW, or SFT shit. It is awe inspiring. But honestly for me Memories means to remember, those who have come before, those who are now, and those yet to come. To remember our fallen, for which only a few remember, people such as Doom and Archer. May they rest in peace.
Shadow: But before I came out here, my mind thought back to days long since forgotten. Names such as Axel Kraven. Banshee, Reaper, Junior, Uno, Pretender, Meat House Gang, Apocalypse, Reginald Royce, Pandoura, Big T, Glenn Owen, James Flame, Jam, Lone Wolf. In all honesty I could stand here for hours and just remember so many many people who have worked for us, sacrificed for us, so that we could evolve to where we our now. To all those fallen and forgotten, I am here to say....fear not we still remember, we have our Memories, and with that and with us, each of you will truely live forever!
The crowd all stand up in approval and begin a hard clap though, Shadow stands there looking out at the crowd through the darkness. And he walks away and we are ready to begin.
We see John Cartwright and Randy White come down and take their positions. Memories is about to become Unforgettable.
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JC: Welcome to Memories!
RW: This PPV is loaded!
JC: It's a PPV you won't forget...
RW: Think that up by yourself?
JC: Shut up...
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JC: Well coming up is the six pack challenge match
up.
RW: It is for a US title shot you become the number
one contender to win this.
JC: Hold on we have heard it has started backstage.
The scene cuts to backstage where Riley Thorne has
Timpist Blood on his knees and Thorne is hitting
double axe handles to his back. Thorne pulls up
Timpist Blood and throws him head first through a door
as he crashes through we see Dark Wolf was in the room
behind the door he looks at Riley Thorne and goes out
and both begin ex-changing blows in the corridor. Dark
Wolf is poked in the eyes by Thorne and Riley slams
Dark Wolf’s head into the wall and then Dark Wolf
falls to the floor. Thorne turns but didn’t know Black
Ninja was walking down the corridor and he spears
Riley Thorne into a wall but Ninja smashes his head
into the wall too and both fall to the floor.
RW: Four of the six people in this match are
backstage right now fighting.
JC: They sure are but who will win this match? It
is already chaos and here comes Brian Statis.
The synth opening to "Fractured Millennium" by
Hypocrisy starts up on the arena's PA, and the lights
dim down. A spotlight is focused on the stage, and
when the band comes in, Bryan steps out from behind
the curtain and makes his way toward the ring. He
grabs hold of the middle rope and pulls himself up
onto the apron. If he's the first one in the ring,
Bryan walks toward the opposite side of the ring and
leans against the ropes crucifix style and awaits his
opposition.
JC: Out the back are four bodies I don’t think
Statis knows that as he stands looking at the entrance
way.
RW: We almost forgot about Keyleigh Jameson.
The arena turns a soft aquamarine color, as the
chilly voice of Rachel from Waterproof Blonde beings
to blare over the PA system. Slowly Kayleigh walks out
onto the ramp, with a smirk on her face. Standing on
the ramp for a moment, she saunters down to the ramp.
On her way down, she pulls her long hair into a pony
tail ignoring the fans booing her and attempting to
put her down. Walking up the steps, she goes into the
ring between the top and middle ropes. Kayleigh than
walks to the center of the ring and slowly turns
around glaring at the fans, as she does Statis from
behind with a punch to the lower back. Then an elbow
follows the punch, Bryan turns her around and whips
Keyleigh off the ropes as she comes back Statis hit’s
a arm drag take down and locks in an arm bar.
JC: I wonder if there two know what has happened
backstage?
RW: You have to put that the other way too Phil, do
they know Keyleigh and Bryan have started this match?
Statis is trying to keep Keyleigh down but she gets
to her feet and hits an elbow to Bryan’s mid-section
and follows it up with another which breaks the hold
she grabs his arm quickly and whips him off the ropes
as he comes back Keyleigh hit’s a dropkick to the knee
sending Statis down face first. Backstage Riley Thorne
is up on his feet and walks off Timpist Blood gets up
and chases after him. Back in the ring Keyleigh has a
front headlock on Statis as Riley Thorne comes through
the curtains but is caught from behind by Timpist
Blood but Thorne turns round and knees him in the
mid-section as Blood doubles over Dark Wolf and Black
Ninja comes running through and double clothesline
Thorne down to the matt. Blood escapes and runs to the
ring. Blood slides in and gathers some momentum and
hit’s a elbow drop to the back of Keyleigh Jameson and
it breaks the hold. Keyleigh gets pulled up to her
feet by Blood who lifts her up and brings Jameson down
in a backbreaker. On the outside Dark Wolf has Riley
Thorne up over his head and he runs towards the ring
post and throws him head first into it. Thorne falls
to the mat and holds his head as Black Ninja slides
into the ring. Ninja goes to super kick Bryan Statis
but Statis ducks it as Ninja turns around Statis grabs
him by the head and hit’s a stun gun and Black Ninja
falls to the mat.
JC: This is getting a little wild now, it started at
the back and is now in the ring.
RW: Who ever gets the first pin fall wins.
JC: You are right Steve.
Ninja is down now as Dark Wolf goes to get in the
ring but Riley Thorne hit’s a drop toe hold from no
where and Wolf smashes his throat off the ring. Blood
grabs Keyleigh and whips her off the rope as she comes
back Blood goes for a clothesline he ducks it and as
Blood turns around Keyleigh hit’s a running Enziguri.
Keyleigh stands up but Bryan Statis grabs her by the
hair and throws her right over the top rope. Bryan
Statis quickly covers Blood, ONE . . . TWO . . .
THREE.
JC: Christ Bryan Statis stole this one.
RW: Look and Thorne and Dark Wolf still trading
blows they don’t know Statis has won this yet. Black
Ninja has just pulled himself up and looks
disappointed as Keyleigh Jameson slides in.
JC: Bryan Statis is already away but look at Jameson
and Black Ninja they are putting the boots to Timpist
Blood clearly unhappy he didn’t kick out.
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SFT Owner Kate Madison is shown backstage talking to the arena's security.
Kate: Listen... Connor MacDaddy and his dumbass friends are going to try and get into the building.
The security guards nod.
Kate: Keep Connor out... at all costs.
The guards run off as Kate still looks worried.
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JC: Its time for Black Garden to defend their Tag titles against the #1 contenders, Elite Domination!
RW: Let's get this road on the show!
JC: It's the other way around.
RW: Oh, I know. I was being…clever!
JC: Good job…
:: As the intro to "Get Back" by Ludacris begins, the lights dim, green and white lights flash around the arena. The words Trust and Believe apear on the titon tron as Page and Shawn appear at the top of the ramp. The lights begin to flash to the beat of "Get Back", as both men make their way to the ring.::
RW: And there are the challengers. Page and Shawn look like they are ready to rumble here at Memories!
JC: But they have some stiff competition ahead of them. Cage and Radiant aren't exactly slouches. Shown by the fact that they are indeed the tag team champions of SFT!
:: "Personal Jesus" by Marlyn Manson will start to play throughout the arena. Both Cage & Radiant will step out from the back of the stage and out onto the main stage. Then from there they'll simply walk down the ramp receiving mixed reactions from the crowd [mostly boos]. They'll slide into the ring and each will take a turnbuckle diagonal from each other and taunt the crowd raising the volume in the arena. Music fades out . . .The ref takes the tag titles and raises them to the crowd showing that they are on the line. The respective sides choose their starting team mates and it will be Page and Radiant. The bell rings and they are off. Page and Radiant circle the ring, judging the distance to one another. The two clinch, Radiant breaks it, grabs Page's arm and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. Page bounces off and leap frogs over Radiant. Radiant rolls onto his back with his legs out and launches Page on the rebound. Page uses his agility to flip all the way around an onto his feet. He bounces off the ropes only to be met with a missile dropkick that floors him. Radiant picks him up and tosses him into his team's corner. He looks over to Shawn and tells the referee to look. As the referee's back is turned, Cage begins choking Page while Radiant punches him. Shawn sees this and tries to run in, but the ref stops him. He argues but only prolongs the double team for several more seconds before going back to his corner. The ref turns back to the action just in time to catch nothing.::
JC: See what chemistry that Black Garden have?
RW: I see…cheating!
JC: Whatever works Steve! Whatever works.
::Radiant makes the tag to Cage while holding onto Page's wrist. He twists it to hold Page there as Cage climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a double axe handle. Radiant goes to the corner on the other side of the ropes as he takes over on Page. He grabs Page by the head and swings, Page blocks it and pushes Cage, making him stumble back. Page catches Cage off guard and charges towards him with a flurry of punches that send Cage all the way to the ropes on the other side. Page winds up and clotheslines Cage over the ropes to the mat below. He runs over towards Radiant and hits him with a diving forearm sending him to the mat below as well. Shawn looks at Cage from his corner as he is getting up. He sets him up and runs along the apron, diving off into a cross body block toppling Cage to the ground once again. Page looks down from the ring and grabs the ropes, springboarding himself over the ropes towards Radiant. Radiant rolls out of the way so Page hits the mat face first.::
RW: Ouch! Face plant!
JC: Those always hurt.
::Radiant picks up Page and whips him towards the turnbuckle, but page counters and sends Radiant shoulder first into the corner, letting him taste the steel. Page goes after him, grabbing his head and slamming it into the guard rail. He turns him so his back is to the rail and begins unleashing right hands to him. Shawn picks up Cage and goes to swing but Cage blocks the punch, he takes his arm over his head and suplexes him onto the rampway sending the sound of steel echoing throughout the arena. He picks up Shawn and whips him to the apron. He walks towards him and pushes him into the ring. Radiant counters a punch from Page and slams his head to the guard rail. He grabs him and DDT's him to the floor. He picks up Page and tosses him into the ring to Cage. Cage grabs him and whips him into the ropes. He quickly runs with him and as Page bounces off, he catches a knee that sends him flipping onto his back. Shawn goes to stop Cage, but the ref orders him back to his corner again. Radiant goes to the apron and tells Cage to whip Page to the ropes. He does so and side steps, as Page comes bouncing back, Radiant leaps off the top rope and hits a diving clothesline to him. Radiant quickly goes to his corner before the referee sees the double teaming.::
JC: Page is being dominated here and being kept from his partner who needs to tag in if they have any desire of coming out of this match alive!
RW: That's the nature of the beast John, Radiant and Cage are tag champs for a reason and Elite Domination is not for a reason.
::Cage picks up Page and begins blasting away with lefts and rights. He tosses Page into his corner again and pounds away with a 10 count punch as the arena counts with him. At 9 Page actually blocks him. He grabs his legs and hits a big spine buster. He stumbles towards his corner as Radiant grabs the referee and pulls him towards his corner to begin talking to him. Page tags Shawn as the crowd roars. Shawn gets in the ring and charges towards the other team but the ref pushes him back to his corner. Shawn argues but the ref says he never saw them tag.::
JC: Holy crap! What a downer for Elite Domination! Page clearly tagged Shawn, but Radiant distracted the referee so he never saw a thing.
RW: Nature of the beast Phil. Nature of the beast.
::Page gets back into the ring and starts attacking Cage. Cage blocks a punch and lays out Page with a clothesline. He sends him to the ropes and goes for another one, but Page ducks and hooks his arm, he spins around to the other side and hits a tornado DDT onto Cage. He runs over and attacks Radiant, sending him to the mat again. He goes towards Cage and picks him up and hits a snap suplex. He holds on and rolls up, still holding and suplexes again. He rolls him, still holding on and goes for another. Cage sticks out his leg, blocking the move. He gets Page's arm and hits a Flatliner inverted Russian leg sweep. He whips him to the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but so doesn't Page. They both collide and are lifeless in the ring on their backs.::
JC: This is it! Page needs to make a tag right now!
RW: C'mon Page!!!
::Page rolls onto his stomach and begins to crawl towards Shawn who eagerly has his hand out. Cage sits up and sees Page crawling towards his partner. He slowly begins to crawl as well, grabbing Page's foot. He stands up, still holding the foot as Page rises to his one free foot. Cage goes to pull him away but Page leaps and makes the tag to Shawn. Shawn enters the ring and promptly forearms Cage to the ground. Radiant enters the ring but is promptly clotheslined as well. Page gets Cage and puts his head between his legs. He signals Shawn to go to the top rope as he puts Cage into the crucifix powerbomb set up.::
JC: Looks like they got their second wind! If they hit this, its all over for Black Garden!
RW: But look!
::Cage wiggles free and lands on his feet. Shawn reaches the top rope, but Radiant grabs him and tosses him onto his back into the middle of the ring. Cage turns to his opponents back and suddenly hits Uncaged, leaving Page lifeless. He pushes him out of the ring as Radiant grabs Shawn and they both quickly hit The Beautiful Sorrow. Cage goes on top of Shawn and covers him. 1..2…3!::
JC: And Black Garden retain the titles in somewhat dominating fashion!
RW: But, Elite Domination did give them a run for their money, they certainly turned heads with their heart tonight!
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JC: Both Johnny Legend and Knife are unreliable bastards, and thier match has been cancelled.
RW: Happens again to them, and there will be a consiquence.
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An X made of fire pops up and pyro shoots at the side of it then X Fraction comes out with Silent Widow and stands under the X for a few moments. X and SW then continue to walk down to the ring. Silent walks up the stairs and goes through the ropes into the ring. X follows shortly behind her. He shows off Silent for a bit then he allows her to exit the ring. He then awaits the bell.
The lights of the arena go out suddenly. Strobe lighting scans the arena as pyro's are set off around the entrance. "Wolverine Blues" by Entombed begins to play and slowly Matt walks out onto centre stage, he has an malicious grin on his face as he stands and stares down the crowd. He clicks his neck then begins to walk down the aisle, from a mixture of cheers and jeers from the on looking crowd, he then slides into the ring and slowly walks to the turnbuckle, leaning back awaiting the match to start the music dies.
As 'Children Go Bang' by Nekromantic begins to play, the lights fade to a dark red within the arena. Lucretia Black walks out. She makes her way down to the ring and from the back, Jared Mayer walks out. A shower of sparks falls from the ceiling as he walks slowly down the ramp. He walks up the steel steps and stamps on the apron. Inside the ring, Lucretia Black drops to one knee with her hand held out to Jared. As she does this, an eruption of fire comes from each turnbuckle. Jared raises his belt into the air and then hands it to Lucretia, who slides out of the ring with the quarterstaff in her other hand.
And the bell rings!
Slowly, Matt and Jared turn to each other, before looking at X-Fraction. He charges at the two men on his own and fails to knock either over although Jared stumbles back and the two of them go back into the ropes together. On the rebound, Jared pushes him away almost the entire length of the ring and X gets caught up in the ropes until Matt pulls him up to his face. He hits him with a headbutt that sends him back to Jared, who, under his mask, sees him coming and with a one big lift, puts X over his head. Lucretia screams something in German and Jared throws X at Matt taking them both down. Matt immediately gets back up and tackles Jared to the ground before throwing himself to the outside, shouting something at Lucretia but then lifting up the apron and throwing things out from underneath it.
JC: There’s a dust-bin, a coil of barb-wire, a baseball bat… is that a window? A full window! A…
He gets no further before X runs around the ring and hits him hard in the chest with the rim of a chair. He lifts the chair up and slams it down over his back. He goes for a third shot but Matt hits him in stomach with a fist then stands up hitting him with an uppercut sending X down. Silent Widow runs up to Lennon and tries to knock him down, then jumps on his back and starts strangling him. Meanwhile, Jared climbs slowly onto the apron, Lucretia screams and he jumps off with a spear and hits Matt, sending him down, crushing Black Widow beneath him. She cries out, but Lennon and Jared get up again and start exchanging blows with each other. Widow clambers up and picks up the dustbin. She goes to put it over Matt’s head, when Lucretia slyly creeps up behind her. With no grace, she slaps her round the back of the head then knees her in the ass.
RW: Bitch fight!
Widow turns around and slaps Lucretia back who in turn grabs Widow by the head and slams her into the guardrail; short-arm whips her in the opposite direction and delivers a drop toe hold so she falls straight into the garbage can! The crowd cheer as Lucretia goes onto one knee and starts screaming at Widow, then screams at Jared. He goes to break up the punches and tries for a body slam, but Matt reverses and climbs behind and hits a German suplex with ease! He stands up and Lucretia watches in shock. Matt hits a second German suplex, again on the outside and stands for a final. Lucretia starts to approach, but Matt lifts him before she can even get close and drops him down over the steel steps! The crowd goes mad!
RW: My God! That could have just shattered Jared’s back!
Matt scrapes Jared off the steps and is about to go for a pin when he sees X-Fraction. Lennon gets hit with a shot across the arm with the baseball bat and he stumbles back, barely misses a second shot and Lennon hits him across the face, lifts him up, flinching as he does, walks above and hits ‘Urban Discipline’ down on the steel ramp. He ignores X and goes back to Jared who still seems out of it. Lennon pins…
ONE! TWO!
Lucretia Black dives off the apron with that staff and forces the end of it down into Matt’s back. He cries out and breaks the pin, holding his back, giving Black the time to check on Mayer. Then she motions up the ramp to the back.
JC: What is she doing?
Tables and ladders are brought out. The tables are stacked up three high below a balcony and the ladders are set up parallel to each other close to the ring. Black checks on Jared, slapping him across the face until he stirs and waits for him to get to his feet. X-Fraction and Widow come up from behind Lucretia and she gets hit with a shot from the baseball bat from Widow over the shoulder and goes down. Jared grabs her by the hair and throws her while X hits him across the face with an ax-handle followed by a standing enziguri. At this point, Matt stands up, with the window glass in his hands and brings it down over X’s head! It shatters and X falls like a sack of shit. Lennon stumbles back into the steel steps and then crawls forward and pins X Fraction.
ONE! TWO! Kickout!
JC: Quite impressive from X, considering he’s now bleeding hard from several places. I’d have just given up.
RW: Whooo! Jared Mayer is still Hardcore champ!
JC: Hush.
Jared Mayer sits up upright and gets to his feet quickly. He grabs Lennon by the throat with one hand and causes him to bridge all the way down to the ground, not letting go until Lucretia calls out to him. It’s here when Lennon lifts himself back up to his feet. But Jared follows up with a lifting double hand chokehold down into a double handed chokeslam over the glass shards! He doesn’t go for a pin. Instead he picks X Fraction up to his feet, takes a few steps back and hits him with the ‘Reichsprogromnacht’ over the guard rail. From here, Lucretia leads him with the hardcore title and staff in hand up the ramp and she calls down to Lennon who is stirring with glass in his back. Mayer is sitting, wrapping a small coil of barbwire around his foot.
When Lennon does make his way up the ramp, he is also followed by Black Widow. They sprint up together and the two women start hitting each other, so do Mayer and Lennon.
RW: These two women are getting just as involved as everyone else! Yeah!
A suplex from Mayer, an atomic drop and a dragon screw from Lennon and a downward spiral from Mayer later, the two women still haven’t got anywhere. Lennon is just getting to his hands and knees when Jared runs forward and hits a knee to Lennon’s jaw, but he still tries to get up. Jared runs a second time and this time is hit with a spear into a spinebuster from Matt! Both men lay down and with only with the urgency in the refs voice do they try and get up again. Jared runs into Matt and sends him running into a ladder. The force he hits it with starts a trickle of blood from his forehead.
Widow kicks Lucretia in the gut and lifts her up for a powerbomb, only to get kicked in the back of the knee by Mayer, sending her falling back with Lucretia right on top of her. The distraction this serves to Jared allows Matt a running start. He hooks Jared’s head in his arm and sends himself and Mayer off the edge of the stage with a bulldog! They crash down on equipment below with a huge bang and after seconds of bright lights and sparks from smashed equipment, the lights go out! The fans scream and cheer ‘Holy Shit’ until the backup lighting is brought up. Only then do we see that Jared and Lennon are not in the wreckage. Even Lucretia is shocked. A cameraman runs to the area and shows they’ve got behind the curtains and are once again slugging it out, but much more wearily. We see Lucretia Black run through the curtains too.
RW: This match is going to be brutal!
Backstage, Lucretia’s voice can be heard and Jared dodges a punch from Matt. Matt goes low though and it connects. He picks up an iron pipe and brings it down over Jared. He pins, but the referee is no where to be seen! Lennon gets up and throws it down on him and starts kicking Jared in the ribs. He lifts him up and doesn’t hesitate hooking Jared up and hitting ‘Jihad’. He lifts him up again, bangs his head off the wall, picks up a discarded glass bottle and hits another ‘Jihad’ down on it. There is a long pause before the ref arrives and starts the count.
ONE! TWO!
RW: Oh my God! How did he kick out?
Jared shakes Matt off and sits up again. Blood pours through the sockets of his mask, but he doesn’t seem the least bit affected as he pushes Lennon into the wall. He delivers a Pedigree, lifts him up into a fireman’s carry and then throws Matt Lennon down with a Death Valley driver. Jared then walks away to Lucretia and picks up the quarterstaff from her. He walks back and wraps Lennon’s leg up in it then wrenches it out to the side. Lennon holds, but taps out. Nothing happens though due to the stipulations. Using the staff, Jared levers the leg to impossible angles and then drops down, forcing the metal staff down over his leg. He discards the staff and hooks Lennon up in a Mahistrol cradle.
ONE! Kickout!
JC: An amazing show of will from Lennon. Jared is walking off once again. Do you think he’s leading Lennon somewhere??
Lennon limps after him, but then breaks into a forced run, hitting Jared with a forearm to the back of the head sending him flipping forward and sliding along the polished floor. Jared climbs up to his feet ignoring the assault and continues following Lucretia. He wipes away some of the blood away from his mask and looks back to make sure Lennon is following too. That is when X-Fraction runs forward into Jared and smashes a bottle of methylated spirits into his face. Jared clasps at his face and falls to his knees. Lennon looks at Fraction and the methylated spirit and holds out his hand for X to shake. X takes it and Lennon wristlocks him once, twice and throws him head and arm first straight into the wall!
RW: Jared could be blind… he probably IS blind! And X-Fraction’s arm could be broken! Where did he come from anyhow?
Lennon walks forward ahead of Jared and keeps on calling the big German, keeping track of Lucretia’s lead. The only place to go is up a flight of stairs and so Lennon, almost aiding up the blinded Jared, takes them up the steps until they’re almost at the top. The sound of fans cheering is loud at the door at the top. And with a kick to the face, Lennon kicks Jared down the flight of stairs! He connects with every step and lands as a heap at the bottom. He walks halfway down before looking and jumping off, hitting him with an elbow drop! He doesn’t pin though, as Jared stirs from the abuse, he drags him up the stairs up to the top this time, throwing him through the double doors instead, revealing himself back in the arena, on a balcony! Lucretia Black is standing looking at them as they enter. She steps forward towards Lennon and sprays his face and chest with something. Lennon smells it and immediately tries to wipe it off. She holds out a match and he jumps back. He tackles her and the match flies out of her hand, then he hits her with a fury punch.
Matt lifts Jared up and smiles, hitting him with a quick suplex, then standing up, breaking the hold and getting up onto the edge. He wavers, drops down and instead lifts Jared up for a powerbomb, holds him there and the crowd ‘ooooOOOOOooooOOOOhhhhh’ before Lennon throws him down through the three tiers of tables! The crowd cheer loudly.
RW: Easter shit!
Matt raises his arms for all of a few seconds before a wounded Lucretia black runs up and throws him over the top too! He falls beside Jared the crowd cheers even louder. She stands looking over the edge, then walks over to the corner, leaving the bottle of whatever it was she had been carrying in the middle of the balcony.
JC: Lucretia just finished off Matt Lennon!
RW: Who will pin who though!
X-Fraction stumbles through to the balcony and wavers into Lucretia knocking her over the edge. He falls back and his arm knocks the bottle over and it smashes over the two other men in the match. The smell of fumes is quick to spread through the huge arena. While Lucretia holds on to the edge, she eventually lets go, plummeting down into equipment and setting off more bangs and explosions.
And X-Fraction, realising what he had just done, gets to his feet once again, keeping one hand firmly on the barrier rail. The fans cheer him, all until that is, Justin Paige comes up behind him and throws him over the edge too! All three men lie side by side in the wreckage of tables and gasoline. Paige looks down and smiles before looking away and walking back through the double doors.
RW: All three men are out of it!
JC: And Paige is sick!
There is no sign of recovery, only when the fallen Lucretia Black stirs from her own wreckage. She picks up the match once again and holds it high. Some fans scream on the close up and she lights it. Lucretia crawls closer to the three men until she throws the lit match over to them. The petroleum goes up in flames and so, do the three men. Matt Lennon rolls away and starts shouting out in pain as the flames lick his bare flesh. Mayer also gets up. His mask and clothes deep in flames. Lucretia only stares on in shock. X-Fraction does not move until a weary Black Widow drags him away.
Mayer however, stays in the flames. The mask melts and the clothes fall away. The smell is gross and Lucretia screams nothing to him. She continues to watch, a slight smile, perhaps, even adorns her face. Lennon, the flames now extinguished, the redness of the burns clear though, lifts Jared up and hits him not once, or twice, or three times, but four times with ‘Jihad’ before finally pinning him on the edge of the flames.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
RW: Jared Mayer has finally lost… And it’s all that bitch Lucretia Black’s fault!
JC: Shit… Someone call the EMTs. SOMEONE CALL THE EMTS!!
Lucretia Black slowly staggers towards the two men… The flames once again cover Jared Mayer’s body and she does nothing about it. A shocked Matt Lennon stands to his feet, only to be smashed in the face with the hardcore title from Lucretia Black. She starts screaming in his ears.
Lucretia: YOU WANTED HARDCORE?
She lifts him up by the flames and hits a Combo III and then a stunner like move. She grabs a shard of glass and holds it to his groin.
Lucretia: One day, the phoenix will rise again, my little sweetie, but… BUT… you’ll never feel the glory a champion should feel.
She grabs his skull hard in both hands and forces him up to a sitting position. She forces him to look and the burning body of Jared Mayer and the pungent smell of burning flesh and ashed bone is now appalling.
Lucretia: You will be proud of this, won’t you? The death of a man! You will cry your glories among the nations, but God will make sure you never feel the same pride in yourself. You are a shadow of the man you were – whatever that is worth. You are disgusting. For me to have killed Jared for you, just for you to win… Heh! Faster, more agile, stronger. CONGRATULATIONS! That smell… That’s not the smell of normal burning flesh… That is the smell of your death sentence… And it will come, in time.
Lucretia drops the shard of glass and walks away looking almost unimpressed by the night’s events.
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In his locker room, Burton Edwards could be seen pacing around nervously, his phone pressed against his ear. His bags had been dropped in one corner of the room, and his title was hanging over the sofa unceremoniously.
Edwards: Come on, come on, pick up the phone.
For the last half hour, Edwards had been trying to get a hold of Washington, whom he hadn’t seen for days. He had no idea where he was, what he was doing, or whether he was even alive. Davis had spared him for the time being, but Washington may not have been so lucky.
Edwards tried once more to get in contact, but when he heard the answer phone message this time, he hurled the phone against the wall, where it shattered into pieces.
Edwards: Fuck!
He had no idea what to do. He was all alone, facing what may be his own death, knowing full well that if he screwed up this time, it would be the last time he’d get the chance to screw up, or do anything else for that matter. Edwards continued to pace, and his thoughts turned to that of his match that would be taking place in under an hour. He didn’t want to do it, not out of fear, but out of lack of interest. He knew that Drogden wouldn’t beat him, and that this whole match was a total waste of his time, but he also knew that he had no choice but to compete.
Edwards had heard Drogden’s final comments, and they had had no effect on him whatsoever. He simply didn’t care about the thoughts of a man whom he knew wasn’t worth any of his time. Drogden was an idiot, he thought, claiming that his title reign had gone on too long, when he had only had the US Title for a week. He let out a weak chuckle, then grabbed his title and left the room, only to run into an SFT reporter, who clutched a microphone in his hand.
Edwards: I don’t have time for this, okay? I have a match to prepare for
Reporter: Oh please, Mr Edwards, I just want some final thoughts on your match tonight, that’s all.
Edwards: Okay, you want thoughts, I’ll give you thoughts. This match is a joke, and everyone knows it. Even Drogden knows he doesn’t belong in the ring against the US Champion, and yet I have to go out there and fight him, regardless of the fact that this is no more than an exhibition. Drogden, you are pathetic. Just looking at you makes me sick. You are an insult to the human race, and tonight, I will make you pay for being born into this world. Your loss tonight will have nothing to do with riley Thorne, or Jeff King, or Jared Mayer. Your loss will be down to one man, and one man only. And I think you know who that man is. Your attempts to look insightful with all your pointless analogies do nothing but make those around you laugh even more at the pitiful being that they see before them. You will be the one who is forgotten, just as you should be. No one cares about you, no one acknowledges you, at once I’m done tonight, no one will even remember you.
Edwards stopped, and walked past the reporter, looking more frustrated than he had ever looked before. Whether it was his situation or his next match that caused it was another matter entirely.
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Amanda Summers: The following match is sceduled for one fall and is for the SFT United States Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Los Angeles, California... weighing in at 230 pounds... Drogden!
As "Back to the Primitive" starts playing smoke covers the stage as Drogden steps on the stage wearing a long black coat with his head down. With the music kicks in he lets out a huge scream and runs to the ring. He then stares down his opponent rubbing his hands together until the bell rings.
Amanda Summers: And his opponent... from Parts Unknown... weighing in at 298 pounds, the reigning SFT US Champion... Burton Edwards!
The arena lights cut out, and two jets of smoke begin to cover the stage as Fear Factory's 'A Therapy For Pain' begins to play over the speakers. As the guitars kick in, four pillars of fire erupt on either side of the stage, as Burton Edwards walks out through the smoke onto the stage, his manager Jack Washington standing behind him. He surveys the arena, before slowly making his way towards the ring. As Washington makes his way to the side of the ring, Edwards steps through the ropes and stands with his back to the stage, before dropping to one knee and raising his head to the rafters, as the stage is illuminated by an explosion of red and orange flames that forms the shape of a crucifix. As the lights return to normal, Edwards removes his coat and passes it to his manager.
DING DING DING!
The two men begin to circle one another, both tentative to make the first move. Burton advances first looking for a tie-up but Drogden ducks and locks the champion in a waist lock. He spins Burton around and drops him with a fireman's carry and goes for a pin but Burton powers out before a one count and springs to his feet. Drogden rushes him but is caught with an arm drag and then a standing dropkick. Both men get to their feet at the same time and look at one another. The crowd begins an immediate round of applause.
JC: Yowza!
Meanwhile, in the ring, the two lock up and Drogden forces Burton into the corner. Instead of a clean break, Drogden drills Burton with a shoulder to the midsection and then a right uppercut followed but a knife-edge chop. And a second. Drogden then whips Burton into the far corner and follows it up with a splash that sends Burton to the mat. The champion is slowly getting to his feet when the challenger helps him the rest of the way and hammers him again with a right hand that sends him back into the corner. Drogden grabs Burton and easily puts him on the top rope. He begins to ascend the turnbuckles but Burton kicks him quickly in the stomach and then the face. The challenger reels back into the center of the ring as Edwards climbs to the top rope. Drogden turns around and is met with a flying dropkick from the champion. He covers...
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
Burton follows the pin attempt with a quick chin lock, trying to keep him off his feet. Instead, Drogden still gets to his feet but with Burton on his back. He flips the champion off of his back with ease and drops a stiff leg drop. Edwards falls limp. Sensing victory and the US title, Drogden quickly applies a Dragon Sleeper.
JC: Edward's title is in trouble!
Burton tries to fight out of the hold but the more he struggles, the more the sleeper begins to take effect. He feels his is beginning to slip so struggles to reach the ropes. Eventually he does but this does not sit well with the challenger. He grabs Edwards but the throat, lifts him into the air and delivers the Black Bird Driver!
RW: Oh shit!
JC: Drogden gave him the Black Bird Driver! This could be it!
Drogden covers the champion!
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
Burton kicks out at the last minute which enrages Drogden. He covers him again but again only gets a 2 count. Drogden picks up Edwards and tosses him to the outside. He follows him out.
JC: Um, they're getting closer!
RW: Run!
Drogden advances on the champion as the referee follows them out. The ref gets in front of Drogden to try and stop the onslaught but the challenger shoves him aside and receives a low blow from Edwards. The monster is wounded and Edwards climbs to the top of the announcer's table. He leaps at a turning Drogden but is caught and powerslamed through the Spanish announcer's table!
JC: OH MY DEAR LORD!
RW: We've got a new champ... no doubt about it...
The challenger is the first to emerge out of the wreckage and starts throwing the debris aside. The champion then appears but still lies motionless. Drogden lifts the limp body of Edwards to his feet, puts him on his own shoulder and heads for the ring. He pauses at the edge of the apron, turns, and launches Burton head first into the steel ring post.
RW: That was just sick!
Blood now pours from Edward's skull as the challenger lifts him once again to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He covers the champ as the referee slides in.
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
JC: What the hell!!??!!
RW: I don't believe it!
Drogden is now visibly frustrated. He reaches down and lifts the lifeless US champion to his feet. He steadies him in the center of the ring and runs to the ropes. He bounces back but Burton ducks a massive clothesline and hits a standing leg lariat on the return. Drogden stumbles back to his feet but is met by a right hand by the champion and another and another sends him to the turnbuckle. Burton grabs Drogden and whips him into the far turnbuckle and hits a running bulldog. And then there's the Last Commandment, he goes for the pin!
1.....
2.....
3!!!!!
JC: Edwards retains his belt, but Drogden put up one hell of a fight!
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Kate Madison his hanging out in her office as a secrurity officers run into the office.
Security: Ma'am, Connor MacDaddy is in the building,
Kate: What? You were supposed to stop him!
Security: Well Ma'am, Mr. Shadow came and let him in.
Kate: God damnit! Get out of my office!
Security: Yes Ma'am.
The Security Officer runs off.... as Madison picks up her phone.
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The lights in the arena fade to a low, red glow. Suddenly "Play God" by Spineshank hits and Fire explodes from the Ramp as Justin Paige walks down the isle. Some fans try to shake his hand but he just laughs and ignores them. He just climbs into the ring and calls out.."Your coming home soon!!!"
JC-"What?? Why is he here?? He isn't even on the card or anything..."
RW-"Well maybe he got bored or something..I don't know.."
Justin-"Alright, I'm sure you are all wondering why I'm here. I am kind of wondering why I'm here too. But thats beside the point. I do know that the main reason is because of Ray Cross. Ray, from what I have heard, you accepted my challange. Good. Here, I'll show you just in case no body caught it."
We go to the Jumbo tron and see-
Cross, "The other thing we gotta take care of is this bitch Paige. Can't believe he drops a challenge to me on WAR. One on one, ya right. He fuckin' paid off Cage to backstab me and dissolve the HCA before it ever even started. This guy is gonna get a special visit from me at his next large upcomming event. No questions asked, I'm gonna do him like he did me on War. The fuckin guy is gonna pay."
We cut back to Paige.
Justin-"Cross, I didn't pay off Nick Cage. Are you kidding me?? I wouldn't pay that guy to babysit my grandma! I tried to tell you that but..(paige pokes at his head)..that stupid thick head of yours wouldn't let it thru. Don't send someone else after me Cross, the same will happen to them as did to you. You remember..I beat you..
The crowd starts to get alittle more into things as they start to cheer.
Justin-"Ray, I don't want to beat around the bush, Me...You...The next show...Shadow, Legand, somebody...better make it happen cause I'm doin it anyways. I have some ideas also. Big match. Needs something big about it. Something like...a cage...(pauses as the crowd roars)...or a Cell even...(they roar even louder)...or wait..this is it. This is the match that I want to show the world that i'm better then you in Cross. Justin Paige verses Ray Cross in a Lions Den match!!"
Justin has to step back and let the fans get it all out of their system.
Justin-"But thats not all..lets up it to the next level Cross..lets make it all barbed wire. And just to make sure the fans get what they came for..even tho I only say that because I want to see you bleed...I hate these people...lets make the door electric. At least I think that is a good enough match don't you?? Cross...you let me know. And Shadow, somebody...make it a match...."
Justin starts to get out of the ring but stops.
Justin-"I almost forgot something Cross. YOU WILL NEVER BEAT ME!!"
With that Justin tosses the Mic aside and climbs out of the ring as the crowd goes nuts.
RW-"Wow...could you imagin that match?!?! Barbed Wire lions den match?!!"
JC-"And the doors electric!"
RW-"Damn..I really hope to see that match.."
JC-"BLLOOOODDD!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Amanda Summers: The following match is a triple threat match for the SFT Intercontinental Championship! ... Introducing first... Fox!
Fox's theme music plays as he comes down to the ring.
Amanda Summers: And his opponent... The Great Malinko!
The entrance clouds with smoke and South West Voodoo hits as The Great Malinko makes his way through the fog to the ring.
Amanda Summers: and thier opponent... Louis Cypher!
South Of Heaven by Slayer plays on the PA as Louis Cypher comes down to the ring and enter under the bottome rope.
DING DING DING!
Fox and TGM are the first ones to lock up, Fox knees TGM in the gut and flips TGM over and to the ground. Cypher comes up running from behind Fox and closelines Fox to the ground aside from TGM. Cypher picks TGM up and puts him into a quick Dragon Suplex... TGM is out cold, as Fox gets back up and grabs Cypher, that just got up. Fox tosses Cypher into the corner and starts to unleash a series of punches, while in the corner turnbuckles. The crowd starts to count the punches.. 1.2.3.4.5.6. Cypher blocks the seventh punch and puts Fox into a Death Valley Driver... Cypher goes for the quick pin...
1....
2....
KICKOUT!!
JC: Close one for Cypher...
RW: Yeah. He almost ended this match in under a minute...
Cypher lifts Fox back to his feet and than throws Fox to the outside. Cypher than turns to TGM, as TGM is now getting back to his feet. Cypher walks over to TGM, and in reach, TGM superkicks Cypher to the mat. But this doesn't keep Cypher down, Cypher rolls over and gets to his knees, while holding his face with one hand. TGM picks up Cypher and puts him into a Double Arm DDT. TGM than rolls Cypher to the middle of the ring, while the ref is at a six count on Fox as he just rolls into the ring. Fox grabs TGM from behind and puts TGM into a running bulldog, right on the stomach of Cypher.
JC: Hitting two birds with one stone there, great job on Fox's part.
Fox drags TGM off of Cypher and puts TGM into a Figure-Four Leglock.. The ref to see if TGM wants to quit, but TGM doesn't and attempts to reverse the leglock. Fox just applies more pressure, as Cypher holds his stomach. After a few seconds, Cypher regains himself and sees this leglock on TGM, Cypher gets up and breaks up the lock by kicking Fox in the face. Cypher pulls Fox from the lock and picks Fox up to his feet. Cypher than tosses Fox into the ropes, once Fox comes back, Cypher does a powerful closeline on Fox, making Fox flip from behind Cypher and to the mat.
JC: Oh... Powerful closeline from Cypher there!
Cypher covers Fox...
1..
2....
KICKOUT!
Cypher slams the mat out of angry, as he goes over to the ref with a few words... TGM gets to his feet and waits for Cypher to turn around, once Cypher does, TGM puts Cypher into a belly-to back suplex...
JC: Looks like TGM does have some energy left...
TGM wobbles over and than leans against the ropes.. Fox gets to his feet and walks over to TGM. Fox grabs TGM and tosses him from one corner to the other.. The force of the throw, makes TGM flips over the turnbuckles and to the outside, hitting the cement hard of ringside. Fox turns his attention to Cypher, and picks Cypher up to his knees, while the ref is looking at TGM while TGM is outside of the ring... Cypher regains himself and cheap shots Fox in the crotch, Fox kneels over and Cypher gets to his feet quickly and grabs Fox. Cypher looks at the crowd and than Powerbombs Fox to the mat hard... TGM rolls into the ring, but is met with a boot to the face by Cypher. Cypher picks TGM up and attempts to powerslam TGM, but TGM reverses the move and rolls Cypher up into a pin...
1...
2.....
KICKOUT!
JC: VERY CLOSE!
TGM rolls away from Cypher, as Cypher quickly gets back up. Fox gets up, Cypher and Fox start to go at each other... After a few punches, dodges one of Cypher and tosses Cypher over the ropes and to the outside... Cypher smacks his head on the ring while going over the ropes. Fox walks over to TGM and lifts TGM up to his feet. Fox attempts to put TGM into a sharpshooter.. But TGM gets out of it and kicks Fox in the stomach and hits the Tilt-a-Whirl! TGM quickly covers...
1...
2...
3!!!!
JC: The Great Malinko does it! He's the Intercontinental Champion!
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John Cartwright: "Well, time for our third match of the night, as it pits two rising stars here in SFT, one on one here tonight, on War."
Randy White: "Well, time for our third match of the night, as it pits two rising stars here in SFT, one on one here tonight, on War."
Amanda Summers: "The following match has been scheduled as a burning man match. No disqualifications, no pinfalls, and no submissions, the first man to set the other on fire wins."
[ The crowd roars in excitement. ]
Amanda Summers: "Coming to the ring first we have Ace ...
[ Suddenly as if interupting Chimpo, the camera quickly pans to the entranceway as we hear the crowd "ahh" in excitement. Ace and Redd have apparently found each other backstage and are now battling down the entrance ramp. They exchange fists down the isleway and it appears as if no man has the upperhand at this point, but obviously, they have been fighting backstage for a while as both men look fatigued. ]
Randy White: "These two don't even have the consideration to let us watch them battle."
John Cartwright: "Yeah, seems as though these two aren't caring much for each other."
Randy White: "At least I get to see one of them scream in agony while rolling on the ground burning."
[ As the two make it to ringside, Ace double axe handles Redd a few times in the back and then launches him into the ring. Redd hits the ring and you hear the metal on the ring bend and crease as the crowd cheers on. Ace picks up Redd and then sets him up to fling him towards the spanish announcers table. As Ace goes to fling him about twenty feet into the table, Redd reverses the toss and sends Ace flying into the table, knocking it over and smashing his face up against the metal gaurdrail to the crowd. ]
John Cartwright: "Nice reversal there by Redd."
Randy White: "Yeah, some lucky fan just got to pick up one of Ace's teeth. Probably will be on sale on e-Bay pretty soon."
John Cartwright: "You'd prolly even bet on it."
[ Redd makes it back over to Ace and immediately starts to stomp on him. Kicking him in the head enough to break it open, Redd picks up Ace and slides him into the ring. Before Redd climbs in, he reaches underneathe the ring and pulls out some goodies. First he drags a table out, followed by a chair, and finally he grabs a torch and throws it on the ground outside. Redd starts to set up the table on the outside of the ring. ]
John Cartwright: "Looks like Redd is looking to make this match more interesting."
Randy White: "No doubt. He's bringing all of the toys out of the funhouse."
[ After setting the table up, Redd slides back into the ring with the chair in hand. Ace, who's finally starting to come around, starts to climb back up to his feet. As he starts to climb back up to his feet he notices Redd who has the chair up and over his head. As Redd goes to swing down and connect with Ace, Ace grabs the chair and they're stuck holding it in mid-air, struggling for the advantage. ]
Randy White: "Who's the stronger of the two, that's what this appears to have comes down to."
[ Finally, Ace tired with dealing with the struggle, manages to force the chair out of Redd's hands. Apparently, it's come back down to a slugfest with both men standing toe to toe. The crowd loves it, and roars upword in approval. Finally, Redd starts to slow down and Ace keeps the punches rolling. Ace then grabs Redd's head and locks him in his arm and executes a DDT. Redd lays on the ground as Ace applies a cross face chicken wing. ]
John Cartwright: "Redd looks like he is in some major pain. I wonder how long he can hold on?"
Randy White: "It doesn't matter. Even if he taps then the match isn't over. I don't know if Ace realises this!"
[ Ace who has hurt Redd bad enough that he is winching in pain, applies some more pressure. It looks as if Redd is hurting so bad right now that he can't hold on anymore. Finally, after Ace not giving up on the hold, Redd decides to tap. Ace thinks he has won the match and releases the hold standing up putting his arms in the air. That's when the official comes over to him and starts explaining that he hasn't won yet. ]
Randy White: "HAHA! Ace thinks he's won!"
John Cartwright: "Oh come on! He had Redd, no doubt."
Randy White: "SOMEBODY TELL ACE TO SET HIM ON FIRE!"
[ Ace, whose by now conversing with the referee, continues to get pissed off. As he turns around to start dismantling Redd, he finds that Redd is on his feet and holding that same chair he had earlier in his hands. As Ace comes around the corner .... SMACK! ]
Randy White: "The chair shot heard round the world!"
John Cartwright: "Ace just got CRUSHED by that chair!"
[ Redd, who is obviously favouring his right arm, picks up Ace by the hair and continues on to toss him out the ring. Once outside the ring Redd continues to punch away at Ace, to keep him slowed down. Ace, who's bleeding from his head from the chair shot, goes for a quick reversal to send Redd into the gaurdrail, but Redd reverses and nails him with a running clothesline. Redd then starts to stomp on Ace, and then realises that he's standing next to the torch. With the table he set up earlier on the right side of him, and the torch on his left, Redd seems to get an idea. ]
John Cartwright: "Redd's got the torch and it seems like he has an idea!"
Randy White: "Set his ass on fire, you pansy!"
John Cartwright: "Shouting at a man with a torch in his hands is never a good idea, Randy."
[ After trying to strike the torch several times, Redd finally gets the torch lit, and as he tries for adjustments on the flame, Ace comes from behind and with both hands clasped together, strikes him right in the back of the skull. As Redd gets hit, the lit torch goes flying in the air, hits the gaurdrail and bounces back on top of the table. Ace continues to hammer on Redd, with neither of them noticing that the lit torch has made it's way onto a wood table. ]
John Cartwright: "Somebody call security! I think we may have innocent people in danger here."
Randy White: "NO! Hell no! This is fun!"
[ By this time, the table with the torch seems to have caught on fire. The fans in the stadium are going nuts thinking of the possibilities. Ace continues to hammer on Redd with his back turned to table. Ace knees him in the face a few times as Redd drops to one knee. Ace then gives Redd one big chop to the face as Redd finally falls to the ground. Ace then starts smiling, blood running down his head, and he flashes a smile to the crowd. ]
John Cartwright: "I think Ace just noticed that the table is on fire behind him!"
Randy White: "Somebody's going into that bitch! Better grab the marshmellows and weiners."
John Cartwright: "You're like one giant weiner with no balls."
Randy White: "What'd I say?!"
John Cartwright: "Nevermind."
[ Ace, whose still sitting with a smile on his face, picks up Redd and decides to finally end this thing. Ace goes to whip Redd into the table, which by now is almost completely covered in flames, and as he does so, before he can even take notice, Redd reverses the whip and spears Ace right into the burning table! Both men lay on the table, but since Ace is on his back he catches on fire first while Redd slowly climbs back to his feet. ]
John Cartwright: "HOLY SHIT! These two have set a table on fire, broken it, and broken themselves!"
Randy White: "I LOVE THIS CARNAGE!"
John Cartwright: "Wait! What is Redd doing? Ace is on fire! At least, I think he is. He's laying on a table, his shirt has to be catching on fire!"
[ Redd climbs to the top of the ring and stands on the outside of the ropes over Ace and the burning table. Redd leaps off of the ring and smashes the table some more as he delivers an elbow drop. Ace rolls out of the table, the referee finally notices that his attire is on fire, and calls for the bell. However, Redd continues to stomp on Ace, as Ace keeps on swinging despite his fatigue. ]
John Cartwright: "This is insane! The match is over, I guess, and Redd is declared the winner but both of these men are still duking it out!"
Randy White: "Somebody light the fuckin ring on fire!"
[ Both men continue to fight as security finally comes running down the isle. As neither man can about stand, they both continue swinging fists as security tries to pull them apart. ]
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We see Allison Johnson walking backstage, from a distance
she spots Shadow walking in the same hallway, in a few feet
they will pass each other. She slows down to see if he will talk
to her but he does not lose pace and simply walks past her
like she wasnt even there.
Allison: You can ignore me all you want. Im here to stay.
And you can try to hide behind your self made walls all you want.
You only hurt yourself.
Shadow slows down he stops and turns around. He looks at her.
He wishes to say something but cant speak. Sadness is within him now
If he speaks only anger will show itself. He puts on his dark shades
and blocks her out and continues to walk away.
Allison: And I thought I was the one good at walking away...
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Out comes Johnny Fierce as a “Revolution X” symbol flashes on the big screen and 99 problems by Jay Z plays in the background.
RW: Fierce doesn't look as focused as he usually does tonight. That is a dangerous possibility, because Arsan Ayers is quite the competitor.
JC: Did you say Arsan Ayers is coming out? Woo hoo!
“Unborn” by Revelle begins to play over the PA system, and out comes a confident, focused Arsan Ayers. He motions a silhouette of the world title belt across his waste, and begins to walk down the ramp and aisle. He soaks up the attention before climbing into the ring. Once there he runs onto the farthest turnbuckle and stands on the middle rope as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Fierce pushes him in the back, though, and Arsan jumps down and the match begins with the men eying each other.
RW: This reminds me of the Cold War here, John, these two super powers just arming up.
JC: Yeah, but this time there’s sure to be at least one side that doesn’t wuss out and releases his ammo!
Fierce wastes no time as she immediately hip tosses Arsan over the top rope as he runs to attack him! As Arsan is beginning to get up on the outside, Johnny runs off the opposite ropes. He bounces back and catches Ayers with a baseball slide just as he turns to face the ring and is again sent periling backwards. Fierce goes outside and picks up Arsan. He attempts to irish whip him into the steel stairs, but Ayers reverses and Fierce is sent crashing down into the steps as the ref begins to 10- count....1....2....3....4....Ayers runs and hits a knee into Johnny’s face as he is in a seated position by the steps ....5....6...Ayers stomps away on Fierce ...7....8...Arsan smartly rolls into the ring and then rolls out again breaking the count. Arsan then picks up Fierce and positions him leaning against the ring pole as his rubber legs aren’t letting him stand on his own power. He goes back a few feet and looks into the crowd. The crowd cheers him on wildly as he motions for a super kick. He runs at Fierce and attempts the kick, but Fierce ducks and Arsan ends up kicking the ring pole, thus sending him to the ground holding what may be a sprained ankle.
RW: Arsan had been on a pretty big role there until Fierce countered with a desperation duck.
JC: And that ankle may be a factor for the remainder of this matchup as Arsan’s high flying style may have just been grounded.
Johnny Fierce regains his composure for a minute before collecting the pain-stricken Arsan in his arms and throwing him back in the ring before entering himself. Inside the ring, Fierce pulls Ayers to his feet, but Arsan begins assaulting Fierce with punches to the midsection before Fierce can hit a move. After being staggered a bit, Fierce counters with an eye gouge to slow Arsan’s momentum. He grabs Ayers and whips him into the ropes. He attempts a clothesline, but the quicker lightweight ducks under, bounces off the opposite ring ropes, and then is able to land a hurricanrana into a pinning combination on Fierce
One…TW—kickout.
Fierce powers out of the pin. Both men up now as Fierce and Arsan begin trading chops across the chest.
RW: God those damn “Whoo’s” from the crowd are played out…
Fierce quickly gains the upper hand on the smaller man and whips him into the corner and follows up with a shoulder into Arsan’s stomach. Arsan wobbles out of the corner before falling on his face. Fierce then whips Arsan violently into the corner and Ayers hits so hard in the corner that he is sent head over heels into it, his feet tangled in the top turnbuckle and his upside down body left prone. Fierce sees this and backs into the opposite corner. He runs at Ayers and attempts to hit Ayers with a baseball slide in the face, but at the last moment after Fierce had begun his slide, Arsan does a sit up and moves out of the way as Fierce is left to slide crotch-first into the lower portion of the ring pole. He grabs his lower section in agony as Arsan untangles his feet and assumes a position atop the turnbuckle. He signals to the crowd, then hits a giant guillotine leg drop across Fierce’s throat.
JC: Oh my God, look at that elevation!
RW: Is this the end for Johnny Fierce?
Ayers pulls Fierce quickly out of the corner and goes for the cover. 1…2……3!!!
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"Got you by the Balls" by AC/DC hits the speakers and Kate Madison burst threw the curtains. She makes her way to the ring, not wasting any time looking at the fans. She gets in the ring and snatches the mic out of Amanda Summer's hand. Kate then glares at Amanda until she rolls out of the ring. Kate then turns her attention toward the fans
Kate: I am sick and tired of hearing about my ex. I fired Connor several months ago.
The fans cheer at the mention of the MacDaddy's name
Leopold: Will these morons shut up and give the lovely Ms. Madison a chance to talk?
Kate: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Cheer his name. Thats the only thing you can cheer, because, like I said, I fired him. And after that, I decided to destroy his legacy. I handed his little pal Zybala over to Genocide and Regement. I then fired those two pieces of shit announcers that kept bringing up his name. I think their name were Steve and Phil? Then to ice the cake, I fired the thing that kept him sane after our divorce. I fired Chimpo the Chimp. Now I heard that Connor is in the building tonight. Even if he is, I have several hand pick SFT'ers to make sure he leaves, in a ambulence.
The crowd starts to boo, as we hear Leopold clapping. Suddenly the lights go out.
Leopold: What the hell?
Kate: Turn those lights back on. Turn them on RIGHT NOW! SOME ONE IS GOING TO GET FIRED!!
"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot hits and the crowd erupts. We can hear Kate paniced voice in the darkness.
Kate: Get those lights on!! Secrutiy, Megan, anyone, get to the ring NOW! WILL SOMEON GET THOSE LIGHTS ON!!!
The music stops, and everything is quite for a few seconds. The lights the kick back on and Kate is staring down the ramp. But behind her is Connor MacDaddy, and his group, we got Mike Zybala, Steve, Phil, and Chimpo. The crowd sees them, and they go nuts. I mean not even God could keep them quiet. Kate turns around and sees them, and she falls flat on her ass. Connor slowly walks over to her, raises his hand as Kate cowers in fear, and he takes the mic. "Connor" chants fill the arena and this goes on for several moments. Connor then raises his hand, and after a cheap pop, the noise dies down. Connor then starts to talk
Connor: Kate, Kate, Kate. I told you from day one you would suck at this. First you fire me, who was the heart and soul of War, then you have Zybala wrestle a total one sided match in which he was lucky to walk out of. Then you fire Steve and Phil, the BEST color commentary team ever in the history of SFT. And the final straw came when you fired Chimpo, the greastest announcer ever! And to think we would just lick our wounds and slink away? Tsk tsk tsk. Bad mistake. So I called these guys to think of something to do about it, and believe it or not, it was Mikey here who came up with the idea. Mike, I'll give you the honors of telling her.
Connor then hands the mic over to Zybala as the entire group takes off thier t-shirts. Zybala slowly raises the mic to his lips.::
Zybala: Kate, Katie, Madison, Bitch! (crowd cheers) Whatever you wanna be called, or whatever we feel like calling you, me and the boys here have three simple word for you; (takes off his own shirt) WE'RE TAKING OVER!!!
They all threw off thier shirts, and reviel that each of them are wearing black shirts with green words. The letters read "The Warriors" Everybody cheers at the fact that Zybala mentioned at take over, and they can guess what is coming. You can literally see Kate eyes bulging out of her head with Anger and fear. Zybala contiues
Zybala: We are the true Warriors. And we don't care about taking over SFT in a whole. We're taking back WAR! (crowd cheers more). See you on Wednesday Kate!
Connor: Mike, Phil, Steve, Chimpo... leave me alone with my ex-wife for a few moments.
Zybala, Phil, Steve, and Chimpo all head towards the back as Connor is left alone with Kate.
Connor: Kate. I know you have a chip on your shoulder, and believe me, I've got one too. I don't want to hurt you, I would never try and do that. But understand this... if you do stand in our way... we will take you down. I'll see you Wednesday.
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Amanda Summers: The following bout is tonight main event, and is a 2 out of 3 falls match for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first... weighing in at 237 pounds... from the city of Dis... Havoc!
The arena goes dark and many prayers are said in low voices in latin simultaneously. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire as 'O Fortuna' begins playing. HaVoC steps out onto the ramp and moves his head to see all the fans and savor thier boos. He slowly walks to the ring and slides in. He hops onto one turnbuckle and leans foreward with his arms at his side.
Amanda Summers: And his opponent... weighing in at 236 pounds... from Osaka, Japan... THE SFT World Heavyweight Champion... "Nirvana" Jeff King!
Ripping guitars hit the pa as "Demonizer" beings to play with Jeff King's voice booming over the pa
"For Nirvana so loved SFT.."
The arena is plunged into darkness as "DEmonizer" by Judas Priest hits the pa
"That he gave it a great pain..."
Suddenly an image of a new born baby hits the Striketron.
"And unto us he brought a great misery.."
The image morphes into a maggot infested corpse as the arena lights go blood red. Suddenly the SFT logo appears on the striketron but it is quickly dispelled as barbedwrie rips through it revealing a Japanese flag.
"From which we shall never recover"
a golden spotlight illuminates the entranceway. "Demonizer" continues to play on the PA, and Jeff King steps out from behind the apron , decked out in a fancy, old fashioned suit, hair parted off to the side, and greased down. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizazze of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring followed by Ms.Black, spinning his cane, and doffing his hat to the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring as Ms.Black follows him. He takes her in his arms for one passionate kiss, she leaves the ring, and he removes his suit, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and taunts the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring as he goes to the center of the ring as he stares down Havoc.
DING DING DING!
Havoc and Nirvana slowly circle each other, finally moving in for the tie-up. Havoc quickly buries a knee into Nirvana’s midsection, shifting into a side headlock. Nirvana immediately begins applying pressure. Havoc finally catches Nirvana with a forearm to the back of the head, loosening it up enough to shove Havoc off into the ropes. Havoc returns with a shoulder block, sending Nirvana down. Havoc hits the ropes, as Nirvana is quick to his feet, dropping right back down as Nirvana leaps over, running the ropes back. Havoc, again, is right back up to his feet, leapfrogging another shoulder block attempt from Nirvana. Nirvana returns just as Havoc spins around, taking him up and over with a back body drop.
JC: Good move by Havoc.
Nirvana is quick to his feet, charging hastily into an arm drag.
JC: He's using his speed as an advantage.
RW: I don't blame him. If I had a sleek, sexy body such as Havoc's, I would, too.
JC: ................... You aren't allowed to talk anymore.
Back up to his feet, this time Nirvana takes a Japanese arm drag. Back up to his feet once more, Nirvana takes a drop toe hold. Havoc hits the ropes, returning with a leg drop to the back of Nirvana’s neck. Spinning up and stopping before another as Nirvana rolls to the outside.
JC: Nirvana needs a breather, he's getting out-wrestled so far.
RW: Screw that! Fight!
He stops to catch his breath as the crowd begins yelling for him to get back in and fight. Havoc motions for Nirvana to get back into the ring as Nirvana shakes his head 'no' before flashing a time-out signal. Havoc simply shakes his head and backs up to the far ropes as Nirvana makes his way over to the announcer’s booth, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a swing.
RW: Nirvana truley is an evil man...
JC: Why?
RW: That's my water... that bastard!
Nirvana nods, tossing the water bottle at RW.
RW: Hey... thanks...
Nirvana turns around just as Havoc charges through the ropes with a suicide dive, sending Nirvana back to the announcer’s table.
JC: Holy- watch out!
The announcers hit the deck while Havoc connects with a flurry of right jabs to the side of Nirvana’s head, pulling him back to his feet and hooking him for a suplex. Havoc quickly snaps Nirvana up and over onto the thin padding before heading back up to the apron. He leaps off, dropping down on Nirvana with a somersault senton.
RW: Thadda boy! Yippie!
JC: ...Concentrate on the match, please.
RW: Oh... sorry.
He picks Nirvana up and tosses him back into the ring. Nirvana slowly crawls to his hands and knees as Havoc pulls him up to his feet. he whips him into the ropes, but Nirvana catches on with both arms. Havoc moves in clotheslining Nirvana up and over to the outside.
JC: Havoc is really taking it to the champ!
Havoc reaches between the ropes to grab Nirvana, and Nirvana whips up with a stiff roundhouse kick to Havoc.
RW: Oh my lord! You hear that crack?
JC: Ouch!
Nirvana gets into the ring and brings Havoc back to his feet, hooking him in a standing front fNirvana lock and then hoisting his up and down to the mat with an implant DDT. Nirvana immediately drags Havoc to the center of the ring pulling Nirvana into a sitting position, crossing his arms across the front of his chest and then spins his over into a modified Camel Clutch.
RW: Nirvana is getting innovative!
JC: God help us all.
Havoc squirms some as Nirvana stands up a little, quickly dropping down into a seated position on Havoc’s lower back, wrenching in the hold tighter. The referee asks Havoc if he gives up, but Havoc shakes his head. This time, Havoc begins squirming around, finally getting his right leg on the bottom rope, making the referee break the hold. Nirvana grabs Havoc by his hair, and starts to pull him to his feet, however, he responds by driving his head into Nirvana's crotch. The referee shouts at Havoc, but he doesn't mind as it makes Nirvana release the grip.
RW: Holy mother of god! Right in the balls!
JC: Just watching it makes me hurt.
With Nirvana gingerly staggering around, holding his privates, Havoc quickly rises to his feet. He picks Nirvana up and hits him with the Decide!
JC: It's over! It has to be!
Havoc makes a pin on Nirvana.
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Kickout!
JC: Howwww????
Havoc stands up and is filled with exaustion. Nirvana gets up slowly, Havoc grabs him and hits ANOTHER Decide! He pins again...
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3!!!
JC: Havoc gets the first fall!
RW: Can Nirvana make it up?
The ref tells Havoc to back off and they let Nirvana get two his feet. The ref checks on Nirvana and asks if he's ready to continue, after a nod and a shake-off... the ref signels them to start again.
JC: Here we go! Round 2!
They look at each other, Nirvana just stares and burst out and throws a right arm out and connects it with Havoc's fNirvana! Havoc stumbles back, grabbing his cheek, as Nirvana moves forewards again and delivers a right hand again. Nirvana then swings again, but Havoc ducks, and switches around behind Nirvana. He grabs onto Nirvana with a waistlock, and rolls him back into a pinning combination!
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Kickout!
Nirvana rolls into his own pin!
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Kickout!
They both make it to their feet, and have a stare down. They slowly circle the ring, but Nirvana jumps into him with a collar and elbow tie-up! Both men try to fight against one another, trying to shove one another off. Finally Nirvana pulls him down into a headlock, and wrenches it on. Havoc though wraps his left arm around Nirvana's waist, and lifts him up. Nirvana back-flips out of the move, and lands right on his feet. Nirvana grabs onto his back with a waistlock, and charges with him to the set of ropes. Havoc runs, and bounces stomach-first off the set of ropes. Havoc holds onto the top rope, and Nirvana flys onto his back but rolls onto his feet. Havoc spins around, and Nirvana runs full speed at him. Havoc ducks down, and lifts Nirvana up and over the top rope! But wait a minute! Nirvana holds onto the top rope, and drops down on the apron on his feet. Havoc thinks he flipped him over, and Havoc raises his arms in victory, but Nirvana grabs onto Havoc's head! Nirvana shakes his head, and Nirvana drives him down into the canvas, back-first. Nirvana climbs through the ropes, and bends over. He grabs onto Havoc's head, and violently yanks him to his feet. Nirvana drives him into a high knee lift. Havoc gets lifted off the air, and he immediately grabs his gut area. Nirvana grabs onto Havoc's head, and pulls his head under Nirvana's armpit. He locks in a front fNirvana lock, and Havoc begins to scream out. Havoc trys getting away, by slapping Nirvana in the stomach, but Nirvana is too strong. Havoc screams once again, as the referee checks Nirvana. Havoc grabs onto Nirvana's stomach, and begins to lift him off his feet. Nirvana gets lifted up, and Havoc begins to sprint forewards. Nirvana drops down though on his feet, and trys to swing him around. Havoc lifts him up, and trys to spin around, but in mid-air Nirvana grabs his arm, and reverses with an arm drag!
JC: These guys are all over the plNirvana!
RW: Nirvana seemes unscathed! It's hard too believe a short time ago, that he was just pinned!
Both men scramble up quickly, and Havoc jumps into Nirvana, and takes him down with a dropkick. Havoc crashes back-first off the canvas, and pushes himself to his feet. Nirvana moves forewards to him, a bit quickly and Nirvana takes him down with another arm drag . Havoc lays on the canvas for a bit, and breathes up but quickly gets up. He looks over across the ring at Nirvana.
JC: Well.. I don't like Havoc.. but he's a good wrestler.
RW: Same... except reverse...
They slowly move foreward towards each other, and Havoc swings, and slaps Nirvana right in the fNirvana! Nirvana grabs his cheekbone, then Havoc swings into him with a hard right hand, but Nirvana ducks! Nirvana swings behind him, and grabs his back. Nirvana lifts him up and drops him down with a back drop! Havoc screams out, and immediately grabs his lower back area.
JC: They both don't want to lose.
Havoc plants both hands on the canvas, and trys to push himself up. Havoc slowly does, and Nirvana is behind him. He grabs onto Havoc's head from behind, and drops down with a HARD neckbreaker! Havoc screams, as the crowd begins a wave of cheers throughout each section. Nirvana gets up, and raises his arm in the air, as the crowd cheers loudly! Havoc struggles to his feet, and finally makes it with help of the ropes. Nirvana waits for him, and Havoc stumbles into his arms, and Havoc lifts him up, and spins around dropping him with a side belly to belly suplex! Nirvana gets up. Havoc slowly gets up after about 20 seconds. Nirvana looks at him, and puts both of his hands up to get him to stop. Nirvana laughs, and delivers a HARD kick to the stomach to Havoc! Havoc screams out, and Nirvana grabs his head. He looks out at the crowd, and violently shoves Havoc's head under his right armpit. He then drops down quickly, the crowd cheering all the way!
JC: Sharp DDT!
Nirvana sits on his ass, and Havoc turns onto his back, from help of Nirvana, and Nirvana covers him.
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Kickout!
JC: I thought it was over there!
Nirvana gets up. He looks at the referee with a blank fNirvana, and Havoc from behind leans up, and rolls up Nirvana!
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Kickout!
Nirvana gets to his feet quickly, and Havoc gets to his feet a bit slower. Nirvana bounces off the ropes, and runs back. He swings for a clothelsine, but Havoc ducks down, and grabs Nirvana from behind. He grabs his hair, and drives him into the canvas back-first! Havoc gets up, and crouches down, placing his hands on his thighs. Nirvana gets up after about ten seconds, and has his back to Havoc. Havoc creeps up behind him, but Nirvana is playing possom and nails a back elbow into Havoc's fNirvana. Havoc stumbles backwards, and holds his nose. Nirvana turns around, and swings a hard right hand into Havoc's fNirvana. He does it again, and again. Havoc stumbles back into the turnbuckles, and Nirvana runs full-speed at Havoc, and hits him with a hard clothesline!! Havoc stumbles out of the corner, and falls down onto the canvas, fNirvana-first!
RW: Nirvana is taking it to Havoc!
Nirvana bends over, and grabs onto Havoc's hair. Nirvana smiles, but Havoc punches Nirvana in the stomach, over and over. Havoc grabs Nirvana's chin, and leans it up. Havoc jumps up and wraps his legs around Nirvana' head! He then leans back, and nails a hurricanrana. Havoc then bends over, and grabs Nirvana's head and slowly lifts him up. Havoc then right hands him twice with his forearm, backing him into the turnbuckles. Havoc then begins kicking Nirvana's stomach, and Havoc drops onto his ass. Havoc then grabs onto the top rope, and lifts himself up. He drives both of his feet down right into Nirvana's stomach!!
RW: Oh my lord!
Havoc backs away and taunts the crowd. Nirvana uses the ropes and gets to his feet. He creeps up behind Havoc, and locks him in a half nelson! He lifts him into the air!
JC: This looks like it is going to hurt!
Havoc reverses though, and slips behind him! He jumps up, and dropkicks Nirvana from behind! Nirvana falls onto the bottom rope, and Havoc performs an Asai Moonsault. He catches him with a reverse DDT off the apron!
JC: What the hell was that, my god that was nuts!
Havoc gets in the ring, and covers Nirvana.
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Kickout!
Havoc gets up and drags Nirvana to his feet. Nirvana quickly grabs Havoc and hits his Decide!
JC: That's Havoc's move!
RW: It's Nirvana's now!
Nirvana makes the pin....
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3!!!!
JC: The score is 1-1!
RW: Sudden Death!
The ref tells Nirvana to back up and Havoc takes a good 30 seconds to get all the way to his feet. The ref asks him if he's ready to continue, and Havoc puts up his hand and catches his breath. Once ready, he nods and the ref tells them to start again.
RW: Round 3! The final round!
JC: I love it!
The men walk the perimeter of the ring before they start again and with one big step from both men, they hook up in the center of the ring. There is a struggle as the two evenly sized men try and get the advantage over their opponent. Eventually, it is Havoc, who gets free and pushes Nirvana back into the ropes. Instead of rebounding back, Nirvana grabs the ropes and sneers at Havoc. Havoc stands his ground though, keeping a cool face about him. Both men meet again in the ring and hook up again. This time Nirvana quickly gains the advantage with an arm drag. And while Havoc gets to his feet, Nirvana goes against the ropes and as Havoc stands up and faces his opponent, Nirvana takes him over the top rope, sacrificing himself as well by following him over. Havoc falls to the floor below but Nirvana manages to fall onto the apron and remains virtually undamaged.
RW: You gotta wonder how much these two are hurting, because they still both look fresh!
Havoc rolls a couple of time over to the bottom of the ramp after falling from the ring, but quickly gets up, like there is some pride in doing so. He fails to see Nirvana leap off the apron with an impressive Asai moonsault until the very last second though, but tries with lightning quick reactions to move out of the way, however, even that proves not to be enough. Nirvana crashes into Havoc and they both land on the ramp! Havoc’s attempt to move meant that Nirvana was just as affected from the move as Havoc was though and it is Havoc who somehow manages to get up first. He lifts Nirvana up to his feet and tries to roll him back into the ring, but Nirvana puts his foot up into the apron and refuses to budge. Nirvana then tries to slam Havoc’s head into the apron, but Havoc puts his hands down first. With haste, Havoc strikes out with an elbow to the champ's chest. Then he hooks Nirvana up and hits a Russian leg sweep. Havoc gets up again, as does Nirvana, and after an exchange of punches, Havoc gains the upper hand with a kick to the gut followed by snap suplex. Havoc swings round and gets up to his feet without breaking the hold. He hits a second suplex on Nirvana and slowly gets up for a third successive suplex, but as Havoc tries to lift Nirvana up, he hooks his leg around Havoc’s leg. Nirvana escapes the hold and tackles Havoc into the steel post!
RW: Whoa, man! That must have hurt.
JC: These men know eachother inside and out!
RW: That's gross dude...
JC: ..... you're gross.
Nirvana had thrown Havoc into the ring. Havoc showed no reluctance because as soon as Nirvana rolled in after him, Havoc helps himself to a pin attempt with a small package.
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Kickout!
Nirvana catches on to what Havoc was doing and kicked out with force. He stands up quickly and lays some boots in on the downed Havoc. Havoc shows little resistance until he grabs one of Nirvana’s feet as he tries to lay down another stomp. He keeps the hold as he gets up to his feet. A sneaky Nirvana tries to hit an enzuguri but an expecting Havoc ducks. Nirvana down now on his back tries to kick out again but Havoc only grabs his other foot and slides him into the middle of the ring, adjusts his grasp on Nirvana and locks in Boston crab. The move seems to be more for Havoc’s enjoyment, seeing Nirvana squirm in agony underneath him. The fans love it though. They start screaming at Nirvana, telling him to tap out. Suddenly, Nirvana stops resisting, stopping an attempt to reach the ropes. Instead he starts trying to push his legs down to the ground, loosening Havoc’s grip on him. Eventually the technique works and Havoc stumbles forward into the second rope. He seems hung up, but Nirvana is hurting too much to act on the opening. Both men get up again, but Nirvana is the one who hits a roundhouse kicks to Havoc’s thigh, followed by a superkick to his jaw. Havoc still on his feet falls back but tries to storm forward. The attempt fails and Nirvana backs up and goes for a Super kick!
RW: Super Kick!
JC: No!
Nirvana went to hit a super kick out of no where, but Havoc was quicker and grabbes his leg and hits a dragon screw!
Both men lie there on the mat, breathless. Neither man seems able to get a good advantage over the other, as both men seem so evenly matched. They both get to their feet again at the same time and Nirvana uses an Irish whip from Havoc as an excuse to throw himself into the ref, knocking him out. Nirvana is stopped dead from the impact and turns to face Havoc with a sick grin. Nirvana charges at Havoc, tries a jumping clothesline, misses and Havoc turns around to hit a stiff clothesline to Nirvana’s neck.
RW: What the hell? Fuck?! Is Nirvana okay?
After the impact, Nirvana slumped to the mat and collapsed in a pile. Nirvana fails to move as Havoc kicks him to see if he's alive. Havoc looks up to call out for EMTs, but out of no where, an ‘injured’ Nirvana stabs Havoc in the eye with a thumb and rolls him up with his own pin attempt!
JC: Heh, Nirvana has become the victim of his own dirty work! The ref is still out!
Nirvana stands up, flustered. He picks Havoc up and goes to nail him with a super kick! but with an uproar of cheers from the fans, Havoc reverses. He goes behind and hits an impressive Decide!
JC: That worthless referee is still down!
Havoc calls for another ref to get down to the ring, and when one finally does, he covers again.
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Kickout!
RW: So damn close!
JC: If it wasn't for that referee, Havoc would be World champion by now!
Both lie on the floor and slowly get up. They exchange more blows and Havoc gets the upper hand once again. He traps Nirvana in a DVD position and prepares to drop him, but before the move gets hit, Nirvana struggles out, and drops to the mat, pinning Havoc with a crucifix pin.
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Kickout!
Havoc, still with momentum on his side, was able to kick out easily. But the reversal also gives Nirvana a second wind too. Both men stand and both bounce off the ropes. Both men duck their initial attacks and grab onto the ropes.
RW: These two men just don’t seem to be able to out match their opponent.
Then, for some reason, Havoc walks up to Nirvana, smacks him hard with a vicious right fist, throws himself up against the ropes, hits a head-scissors take over, and gets up using the ropes. He starts the climb the turnbuckle closest to where Nirvana is lying and wastes little time before leaping up. Havoc hits a perfect moonsault on Nirvana, but he bounces off with the force of the move and doesn’t have the energy in him to pin. He slowly gets up, knowing Nirvana would kick out of the move and picks him up. He slaps Nirvana, Then he lifts him up with a suplex like move, drops Nirvana over the ropes, and holds him there. Havoc hooks Nirvana’s head under his arm and with amazing speed, drops to the mat, dragging Nirvana off the ropes and directly onto his head with an amazing collision that makes a phenomenal noise throughout the arena. Havoc covers...
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Kickout!
RW: How the hell did Nirvana do it?!
JC: I don’t know!
Nirvana barely got a shoulder up, but that was enough. He holds his head after Havoc rolls off him and gets to his feet. Havoc struggles to lift an uncooperative Nirvana to his feet, but finally whips him into the ropes. Miraculously, Nirvana leaps, grabs onto the ropes temporarily, and springboards off them, then going on to hit an amazing moonsault on Havoc. Nirvana gets up onto his feet, only because of the momentum the move gave him, and approaches the turnbuckle with a clear sluggishness. But he manages to climb to the top rope nonetheless. with the very last ounce of his strength, Nirvana leaps off the turnbuckle and hits a elbow drop directly onto Havoc. He covers.
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Kickout!
JC: I don't know how they do it!
After 20 seconds, they both get up and Havoc hits the Decide! He goes for a pin!
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Kickout!
JC: How in the world?
Havoc gets up in frustration, and Nirvana slides out of the ring. Havoc reaches out of the ring to grab Nirvana, out of nowhere, Nirvana swings up a chair and it smashes Havoc's head in, Havoc falls back and lies motionless.
JC: Where did he get that?
RW: How did the ref not see that?
Nirvana rolls into the ring and pins Havoc.
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Foot on rope!
3!!!
RW: Nirvana won! Finally!
JC: Havoc's foot was on the rope! The ref must not have seen it!
RW: You are imagining things.
JC: This is crap!
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JC: Havoc was screwed!
RW: No he wasn't! We don't have time for this!
JC: Thank you everybody for joining us, once again!
RW: Yes... see you Tuesday for Titans, Wednesday for WAR, and Friday for Inferno.
JC: Peace!
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