RW: I sure do, Connor MacDaddy's only chance to gain SFT ownership!

JC: But the question is... will he show up? Remember, he said under no circumstances, would he fight his ex-wife.

RW: Yes, but if Connor doesn't show, he will be banned from SFT forever. No Hall of Fame, no returns, he will be gone forever.

JC: and if he wins, he will be 50% owner, and he can hire back his 'Warriors' Mike Zybala, Phil, Steve, and Chimpo the Chimp. and his ex-wife Kate will be gone forever.

RW: but you got to keep in mind, that to even out the match some, Connor will be placed in a straight jacket.

JC: What's gunna happen?

Amanda Summers: The following match is sceduled for one fall, and is a Straight Jacket, Loser Leaves Town Match... for SFT Ownership! Introducing first... the 50% Owner of Strike Fantasy Towers... Kate Madison!

"Got you by the balls" by AC/DC plays on the PA as Kate comes out from the back wearing black sports bra, and black tights, and her hair in a ponytail. In her hand she hold a large white straight jacket. She gets into the ring and hands the straight jacket to the referee.

Amanda Summers: and her opponent... from Boston, Massachusettes... Connor MacDaddy!

JC: Is he here?

RW: I don't here his music!

JC: I knew it, he chickened out! Connor is gone forever!

Just then, "Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot plays on the pa and Connor MacDaddy comes out from the back. He walks down to the ring and slides in.

RW: He's here!

Connor stays across the ring from Kate and the two stare eachother down. The ref approaches Connor with the straight jacket. Connor holds up his arms so the ref can put on the straight jacket, but before he can, Kate stops him. Kate has a few words with the ref, and Connor looks on, confused.

JC: What's she planning?

Kate looks at Connor and takes band holding her ponytail and lets her hair down. She gives Connor a sexy smile and Connor replies by grinning.

RW: What's going on?

Connor holds open his arms, and Kate jumps in them, and they both start kissing, and Conner spins her around in a circle before he lets her down on her feet.

RW: What the hell was that!?

Connor holds Kate's hand up in the middle of the ring. The spin around the ring with thier hands in the air as the crowd boos. Connor then sits on the middle rope and holds it open as Kate leaves the ring, Connor soon follows. The two then walk up the ramp hand and hand.

JC: What the hell?

RW: I have no idea. but this can't be good.

JC: So... who wins the match? Who's 50% owner?

RW: I don't know! Are Kate and Connor back together?

With Murphy in the ring, the StrikeTron shows Tyrell Scotts and his agent Howard Roberts making their way through the locker room area toward the area.

JC: Kyle Murphy in the ring now and here comes the man he's about to face, Tyrell Scott.

Just as they come to the "go position" they are approached by Agent Orange.

Agent Orange: Tyrell, I told Kyle Murphy that you were going to destroy him. This is why Loaded Gun Promotions wants you. TAKE HIM OUT! I don't EVER want to have to deal with his ass again. Do NOT screw this up! You go out there and you ELIMINATE Kyle Murphy! Do you understand me?!

Tyrell remains calm through this and just nods his head at Orange's demands.

Agent Orange: I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

Tyrell Scott: Oh, I understand. I understand PERFECTLY. I understand that you are AF...

Howard Roberts cuts off Scott in mid-sentence here.

Howard Roberts: Don't worry, Orange. We'll take care of him.

Roberts leads Scott away through the entrance way and as he does so the Loaded Gun Promotions' theme song "Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against The Machine is played. Roberts pulls aside the curtain and the camera cuts back to the ring, where Murphy is climbing out. When Roberts and Scott appear on the stage, Kyle Murphy is already starting up the ramp towards them.

JC: Whoa, Kyle Murphy doesn't want to wait to get his hands on Tyrell Scott!

RW: You can say that again!

JC: Whoa, Kyle Murphy d...

RW: It's an expression, you idiot.

Tyrell walks quickly towards Murphy, meeting him about halfway up the ramp. They immediately begin to exchange right hand. Kyle rares back and floors Scott with a big haymaker that knocks him down to the ramp. Murphy then glares at Howard Roberts before pulling Scott back up to his feet. Kyle leads Scott down to the ring and rolls him in before rolling in himself. The bell rings.

JC: And this match is under way!

Now inside the ring, Kyle Murphy brings Scott to his feet and whips him into the corner. Running forward, Kyle delivers a running splash into the chest of Scott. Quickly he grabs Scott's arm and whips him to the opposite corner. Murphy again runs toward Scott and delivers another splash in the corner.

RW: Murphy starting this match off a house of fire here, John.

JC: Well Kyle's extremely furious about both the physical attack he suffered from Agent Orange last week and the verbal attack of Roberts and Scott accusing him of being a steroid abuser. Murphy has always been a hard worker and those allegations from the Tyrell Scott camp offended his pride.

RW: Yeah, John, but you notice that after just those two splashes Murphy is already beginning to breath heavy. As we saw earlier tonight, he is still very much feeling the effects of that attack at the hands of Agent Orange.

JC: That is for sure. And all that body-on-body contact on those splashes must have driven some of the air out of Kyle as well.

Indeed Murphy has begun to suck wind after that second splash. Scott has fallen to the mat holding his chest. Tyrell starts to pull himself up and Kyle measures him up for a right hand. As soon as Scott makes it to his feet, Kyle rocks him with a hard right to the jaw that sends Tyrell reeling back into the corner.

JC: But Kyle doesn't seem to be letting his injuries effect him here so far. He's fighting just as hard as ever. Kyle Murphy Irish whips Tyrell Scott to the opposite corner yet again. This time Kyle whips him with so much force that Scott smacks off the turnbuckles and bounces back and right into a big boot from Murphy.

RW: Murphy gets that big boot right up in the face of Tyrell Scott! That'll turn your lights out!

JC: It most certainly will!

Rather than stay on the attack, Murphy goes over and leans on the top rope, taking the free moment to catch his breath. Going to the corner, Kyle slaps the bicep on his right arm and waits for the dazed Tyrell Scott to get back to his feet. Scott does stagger up and Kyle charges immediately. Tyrell turns around right into a "Decapitator" that nearly does just that.

JC: WOW! What a Decapitator! That could be it!

RW: But Murphy cannot capitalize! That move took too much out of him!

Instead of going for a cover, Murphy just lays there on his stomach gasping for air as Scott lies knocked out on the mat beside him. Finally pushing himself up to his feet, Murphy looks over at Howard Roberts on the outside.

Kyle Murphy: I don't need drugs! I'm just a better man than you!

JC: I'm not so sure Kyle Murphy should be wasting his energy jaw-jacking to Howard Roberts on the outside.

RW: Not so sure? Of course he shouldn't be! He has to suck in every breath! He has no business wasting his breaths on Roberts!

Kyle Murphy turns his attention back to Tyrell Scott, pulling Scott's limp body up and setting him up for a powerbomb or piledriver. Murphy points at Roberts and wraps his arms around Scott's waist preparing to powerbomb him.

JC: WHAT THE HELL?!

RW: That's Agent Orange!

JC: What the Hell is he doing out here?!

RW: Well, Scott isn't getting the job done, so I guess Orange is going to take matters into his own hands!

Agent Orange has run quickly down the ramp and jumped up onto the apron. Referee Charles White reprimands Orange, who begins to argue. Murphy lets Scott collapse back to the mat and runs at Orange. Agent Orange jumps off the apron just in time as Murphy swings at him and misses. Kyle glares down at Orange, then turns around... right into a dropkick from Tyrell Scott!

JC: Damn! Scott off the distraction by Agent Orange catches Murphy with a dropkick!

RW: Yeah, it's GREAT! I think he caught him right in the chest, too!

Struggling, Scott crawls into a cover on Murphy. White drops down to make the count. 1... 2... no! Murphy kicks out!

RW: Tyrell probably wasn't going to get the three there anyway, but definately a good move to go for the pin. He forced Kyle to expend more of that valuable energy kicking out.

JC: You're exactly right about that, Randy. Every bit of energy that Kyle can muster he's going to need if he wants to win this match. That kickout just burned some of that energy.

Tyrell heads to the corner and climbs to the top rope.

JC: Now hold on a second. Somewhat unfamiliar territory for the youngster here, he's up on the top rope.

RW: He's looking for something high risk, we'll see if he can connect.

Scott leaps off the top rope but Kyle Murphy catches him with a picture perfect powerslam.

JC: NOPE! Kyle Murphy with a terrific counter of... whatever it was Scott had in mind. He caught him with a big time powerslam!

RW: But again Kyle Murphy cannot take advantage after an impactful maneuver.

Murphy is again left laying on the mat panting for air while Scott is vulnerable. Both men are down and the ref starts the ten count.

Ref: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7.

This time Kyle manages to crawl into a cover.

JC: Kyle with the pin here!

RW: I think it probably took him too long to get there, though.

Referee Charles White gets into position and checks the shoulders. 1... kick out!

RW: Just as I suspected, Murphy couldn't even keep Scott down for a two that time!

Both men make it back to their feet and Scott runs to the ropes. Murphy attempts a clothesline as Scott runs at him, but Tyrell ducks and grabs Kyle in a rear waistlock. Murphy does a standing switch into a rear waistlock of his own, but Scott responds quickly with his own switch back into the rear waistlock.

RW: Great chain wrestling there. Maybe Scott learned something from Murphy there after all.

Showing his athleticism, Scott leaps up onto the shoulders of Murphy.

JC: Terrific leap there by Scott, could be a victory roll!

Again Kyle Murphy is able to counter, this time bringing Tyrell Scott up over his head and dropping him face and chest first into the mat with a reverse powerbomb. Kyle just falls backwards, collapsing to the mat.

JC: Impressive counter by Murphy!

RW: And still he cannot take advantage! What is Kyle Murphy going to have to do in order to win this thing, John?

JC: Well obviously he is going to have to slow things down. He can't win a fast-paced match because of the difficulty breathing. And these high impact counters have been putting a beating on Tyrell Scott, but Kyle clearly unable to make anything happen off of them because they use too much of his strength and energy. I think he'll have to start beating Tyrell up. Rough him up a bit. Beat him down. Get a slow and deliberate offense going to wear the kid down. Get physical. I know he is capable of it, the question is will he be able to?

The way Scott landed off the reverse powerbomb left him laying on his stomach with his head to the ramp side of the ring where Agent Orange is still standing. Orange begins to bark out orders.

Agent Orange: Take him out! Go for the throat! The throat! TAKE HIM OUT!

Both men are pulling themselves to their feet and they both stagger to the center of the ring. They begin again to exchange right hands. This time, however, Tyrell Scott out of desperation buries a finger thrust into the throat of Murphy. Kyle staggers into the corner, clutching his throat.

Wasting no time, Scott grabs Murphy and whips him to the opposite corner. Running, Scott follows him in but runs right into a back elbow to the jaw from Murphy. Scott is staggered momentarily.

JC: That's gotta hurt, Randy!

RW: I don't doubt that!

Murphy walks out of the corner and toward Scott, but Tyrell now delivers an actual karate chop to Kyle's throat. This causes Kyle to drop to his knees, both hands to his throat. He coughs and fights to regain his breath, but Tyrell wastes no time in beginning to deliver right hands to Kyle's temple in Murphy's prone position.

RW: This could be the beginning of the end here for Murphy. Those two strikes to the throat were just sick.

JC: Agent Orange is the ring-leader in all this, too. Directing traffic and telling Scott what to do. That's what's sick, Randy.

RW: I think it's great!

JC: Randy, do you realize they are trying to take away a man's livelihood? To end his entire career?

Scott brings Murphy to his feet and whips him to the ropes. On the return Murphy catches Scott's head and locks him in a sleeper hold.

RW: Sleeper hold applied by Murphy now, and this is what you were talking about earlier, John. Controlling the tempo. Wearing your opponent down. Not over-exerting yourself. I agree that Kyle's going to have to do those things if he has any intention of winning the match.

Tyrell Scott begins to fade quickly as the much larger and stronger Kyle Murphy cinches in a tight sleeper hold. Scott is soon forced to one knee, then down to both knees as Murphy continues to apply the pressure.

JC: You're right, Randy. This is a very important move for Murphy here. Right now he's breathing. He has a chance to breath, to TRY to catch his breath. This is where Murphy wants Scott to be.

Referee Charles White is just about to check the arm when Howard Roberts jumps up on the apron behind Murphy's back. Roberts attempts to get in the ring, forcing White to restrain him. Kyle does not see this going on, but does see Agent Orange climb up on the apron to his right.

JC: God d... look at this pathetic s...

RW: Easy now, Johnny. Relax.

JC: How can I relax?! This is bull! It's three-on-one! Three men against one injured one! It makes me sick!

Seeing Agent Orange on the apron, Murphy releases the sleeper on Scott and charges Agent Orange. Orange is able to grab Kyle's head when Murphy comes in, then drops off the apron hanging Murphy up across the top rope.

JC: Look at that cheap shot! And the referee didn't see a damn thing!

RW: Charles White just cannot watch Howard Roberts and Agent Orange at the same time!

Kyle Murphy staggers backwards, hand at his throat. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tyrell Scott rolls him up with a small package. Roberts gets down off the ring apron and Charles White turns around.

JC: DAMN IT, NOT LIKE THIS!

Dropping down, White makes the count.

RW: ONE! TWO! THR...!

JC: NO! Murphy powers out of the school boy! How he has anything left I have NO idea!

Without delay, Tyrell Scott begins to rain down a flurry of forearm shots and punches to the back of Kyle's head, neck and shoulders. Using his power advantage, Kyle pushes Scott backwards, bouncing him off the ropes. On the return Murphy catches Scott with a monsterous double leg spinebuster.

JC: SPINEBUSTER! WHAT A SPINEBUSTER BY MURPHY!

After delivering the spinebuster, Kyle kneels up on his knees but collapses to his right onto the mat.

JC: My God, how many times has this lack of breath cost Kyle Murphy possible opportunities to win this match?

RW: It seems like a hundred! And that's why I believe that Tyrell Scott will get the job done tonight and take out Kyle Murphy for LGP!

JC: Don't ever count Kyle Murphy out, Randy. You should know that by now.

Kyle rolls onto his back... and does a NIP UP!

RW: HOLY SHIT!

JC: There may be life left in Murphy after all!

Kyle eyes Scott as he stands over him, waiting for him to get up. Tyrell has to use the ropes to pull himself up and as he does, Kyle runs back into the opposite ropes behind him. As Kyle hits the ropes, Howard Roberts grabs his ankle. Murphy stays on his feet, but turns around to glare at Roberts. When he turns around, Kyle gets blasted with a superkick.

JC: OH NO! Superkick right up under the chin! That no good Howard Roberts distracted Kyle Murphy this time and could well cost him the match!

Rather than pin, Tyrell Scott begins to choke Murphy on the mat, drawing a count from referee Charles White.

Charles White: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... hey, come on, let go!

Scott breaks the hold at the admonishment of White and pulls Kyle back to his feet. Whipping him to the corner, Tyrell begins to stomp him down to the mat. Once Kyle's seated on the mat, Scott boot chokes him down in the corner. This time Scott breaks at the four count.

JC: If you ask me, this is desperation from Tyrell Scott. Every thing he's attempted to put Murphy away has been either countered or kicked out of. This is frustration in my opinion.

RW: No, he's just doing his JOB. Loaded Gun Promotions wanted Kyle Murphy taken out. Tyrell Scott is the man they went to do just that and that's what he's doing. He is DISSECTING Kyle Murphy.

As Charles White is busy warning Scott about the chokes, Howard Roberts takes off the belt he'd been wearing and chokes Kyle with it in the corner. Agent Orange then jumps up on the apron on the opposite side of the ring and White again has to go yell at him. This allows Scott to go back to the corner and start stomping Murphy while Roberts is choking him.

Finally Rachel has seen enough and walks towards Roberts, yelling at him. Howard stops choking Kyle and backs off, acting all innocent. Now Agent Orange jumps off the ring apron as well and Charles White turns to see Tyrell Scott pull Murphy to his feet and snapmare him back down. Scott applies a rear chinlock.

After a moment the crowd begins to get behind Murphy, who manages to fight his way back to his feet. Elbowing Scott repeatedly in the mid-section, Kyle pushes him back to the ropes and bounces him off to the other side. Bouncing off the ropes, Scott runs right into a brick wall of a shoulder block.

Scott quickly gets back up and Murphy attempts to whip into the corner, but Tyrell counters and sends him in instead. Going to the corner, Scott climbs to the second rope. There he begins to utilize the ever-popular "10-count punches." The Des Moines crowd counts off the punches.

Crowd: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9...

Before delivering the tenth punch, Tyrell Scott decides to play up to the crowd. This proves to be a mistake as Murphy grabs hold of him and delivers a vicious powerbomb.

JC: Another great counter by Kyle Murphy!

RW: Yeah, but AGAIN he still CANNOT capitalize with Scott down.

Kyle has to use the ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Scott has now rolled over onto his stomach. Going over to Scott, Kyle pulls him to his feet and quickly locks him in an abdominal stretch. At this point Agent Orange jumps up on the ring apron yet again.

Murphy sees this, as Orange is right in front of him, and releases the abdominal stretch. However, Howard Roberts rolls into the ring behind his back. As Murphy takes a step toward Agent Orange, Roberts comes up behind Kyle and delivers a low blow.

JC: DAMN! Another cheap shot by LGP! And again Charles White was busy with Agent Orange!

Now Rachel slides into the ring as well as Kyle drops to his knees from the low blow. Rachel goes after Howard Roberts and actually punches him in the face, knocking him down to the mat. Roberts rolls out of the ring in shock.

Agent Orange has now jumped back down off the apron and Charles White turns to see Rachel Murphy in the ring. He confronts her.

JC: What the...?!

RW: He just threw her out of here, I think!

JC: NO!

RW: Yes, John! That's exactly what Charles White has done! He's just thrown out Rachel Murphy!

JC: DAMN IT! That's not fair!

RW: She got caught, John!

Rachel climbs out of the ring and begins to make her way to the back as Kyle Murphy tries to get to his feet, still holding his "nether-regions." Tyrell Scott catches him, delivering a DDT and moving quickly into a cover. Charles White drops to the mat to make the count. 1... 2....... no!

JC: HOLY SHIT, he kicked out!

RW: For what good it does him! He can't stand!

Scott attempts to pull Murphy to his feet, but Kyle swats him off and catches him with a MURPHY'S LAW out of nowhere!

JC: OH MY GOD! MURPHY'S LAW! HE'S GOING TO DO IT!

Kyle goes for the cover, but again Agent Orange jumps up onto the ring apron and draws the referee's attention away from the action. Rather than get involved, Murphy gets up and grabs Scott's legs. He delivers a low blow, then quickly goes into the sharpshooter. Agent Orange continues to argue with the referee for about a minute, at which point Tyrell Scott begins to tap out.

JC: He's tapping! It's over! Turn around ref!

Releasing the hold, Kyle goes up behind Charles White... AND PUSHES HIM INTO AGENT ORANGE! The two bang heads and Orange falls off the apron. White falls to the mat, knocked out cold. Going back over to Scott, Kyle picks him up and delivers a "Celtic Cross!"

Quickly he applies the EIRE OF SUPERIORITY! Again Scott taps out, but this time there is no ref.

Finally another referee runs down to the ring and slides in, but by this point Murphy has released the hold.

Kyle picks Scott back up and front facelocks him as if for a vertical suplex. He positions himself so that he is staring right at Agent Orange, who is back up on the floor. From this Murphy delivers a second Murphy's Law and pins. The new ref gets down to make the count. 1... 2... 3! The bell rings.

JC: Oh no! Not this! NOT THIS!

RW: Scott didn't get the job done, but Agent Orange will!

Suddenly Havoc runs down the aisle and slides into the ring. He grabs hold of Roberts and backs him into the corner opposite where Agent Orange looks on in shock. Kyle Murphy manages to pull the chair off his neck and get back to his feet.

SMACK!

Kyle delivers a solid chair shot to the head of Agent Orange, drops the chair and slides it out of the way. Grabbing Orange's head, Murphy delivers a MURPHY'S LAW on Agent Orange pulling him off the top rope.

Kyle motions for a mic and Amanda hands him hers.

Kyle Murphy: Agent Orange... do you remember... I told you... I "HAVE"... a plan... for you? Well... that plan... his name... is HAVOC! The NEXT... SFT CHAMPION!

Kyle Murphy: Get it now? I told you... that you... were making enemies... faster... than you were making friends. You SHOULD have listened!

Howard Roberts has begun to back up the ramp, a shocked look on his face. He is stopped short when he bumps into another man...

JC: ROBIN GALLANT?!

Gallant grabs Roberts and leads him back down to the ring. Robin rolls Howard in and Havoc grabs him. Havoc holds Roberts up and Kyle hits him with MURPHY'S LAW!

JC: MURPHY'S LAW TO ROBERTS!

Kyle then instructs Havoc and Gallant to hold up Scott, and they do so. Murphy picks up the chair. Measuring him up, Kyle drives the chair into Scott's throat with all his might. Havoc and Gallant let Scott drop limp to the mat.

**DING DING**

RW: Man Manix with the definite advantage in this match.

JC: I guess when it is for the number one contendership of a major SFT title.. They want to put it all on the line.. And send a warning to whoever the champ will be at the end of the night.

RW: No Doubt.

JC: great band.. Sad to see Gwen on her own

RW: What?? Shut up.

Manix grabs Freedom by the head and starts to beat on the side of his head till the ref warns him. Then Manix continues… The ref finally getting Physically involved pulling Manix off Freedom. Manix turns and intimidates the ref who warns Manix that he si the ref and will DQ him. Manix turns around and grabs Freedom by the hair. Slowly a chant begins.

** USA - USA - USA - USA - USA…**

JC: I don’t think Manix likes these people chanting for Freedom.

RW: I still don’t understand, Manix is American.. They always chant USA anyhow no matter who the opponent is.

Manix gets infuriated and gives Freedom a snap mare and off the rope with a dropkick to the back of freedoms head. Manix turns around and looks at the fans.

Manix: The more you CHANT him the more I BEAT HIM

** USA - USA - USA - USA - USA…**

The fans chant again as Manix visably angry grabs Freedom in suplex position and is about to lit him as Freedom blocks.. And again.. Freedom spins out but Manix with a short arm clothsline knocks Freedom down again as Manix drops a falling fist. The ref again Warns Manix to open the fist. Manix just brushes him off and turns back to the fans.

Manix: WHOS YOUR HERO NOW!??

RW: Ya know, Manix should be less concerned with the fans and more concerned with his match.. He cannot lose his temper, it’s the oldest trick in the book.

JC: there is no trick to it Randy, you lose your temper you lose the match.

RW: I will disagree with you there, Manix is the kind of guy who loses his temper.. And wins matches.

JC: Good point.

The fans boo Manix as popcorn can be seen flying into the ring. Manix turns around grabbing Freedom by the hair again.. Freedom with a small package… one….. Two… kickout Manix to his feet as Freedom gets up Manix with a clothsline.. Freedom ducks and up and around with a crucifix rollup… one…. Two… Kickout… Manix again to his feet as Freedom falls back into the corner.. Manix charges for a spear and Freedom lifts his feet and sunset flips for a pin.. One…. Two.. kickout, Manix again to his feet fast turns and yells at the ref who seems to be counting too fast for Manix.. Freedom from behind with a school boy rollup.. One… two… kickout. Manix rolls out of the ring in disgust as freedom gets to his feet. Freedom puts his hands in the air as the fans cheer. Freedom laughs as Manix paces on the outside. Manix yells at the ref to back Freedom up.

** USA - USA - USA - USA - USA…**

The fans start to chant again as Manix turns around and yells at the fans again.. One of the fans yells back at him.. Manix is about to slap one of the fans.. But instinct makes him turn around just as Freedom comes off the top of the ropes with a springboard plancha. Manix and Freedom go flying into and through the guardrai and skitter across the cement floor through some fans and chairs.. The fans start to chant..

** HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT! **

RW: There is NOTHING LEFT OF THAT BARRICADE

JC: We are going to have to get spatula for these two.

The ref begins to count. One…. Two….. Three…. Four… Both men to slowly to their feet as Manix throws a punch nailing freedom who staggers.. At nine the ref comes to the outside to tell them to take it back into the ring.. Freedom throws a punch at manix hard who then staggers a bit. Manix throws a punch forcing Freedom down to one knee.. Freedom shoots back with a right hand.. Manix Ducks and grabs the waist of Freedom and tosses Freedom with a head and arm plex to the concrete. Manix grabs a chair.. The ref warns him to put the chair away or he will be DQ’d. Manix shrugs the ref aside and pulls back with the chair about to swing when the ref grabs the chair out of Manix’s hand Manix Turns to see the ref has the chair then turns back only to be picked up by freedom and sidewalk slammed onto the cement. Freedom then staggers back after a bit to the ring and puts one knee up on the ring apron and tries to get back in the ref rolls into the ring. Manix crawls slowly to the ring and grabs Freedoms other leg and pulls him back down and and low blows Freedom using the ring as cover so the ref doesn’t see it. From his angle. Manix then shoves freedom back into the ring and covers him the ref counts.. One…. Two…. Three.. and kickout! The ref holds up his hands.. TWO! Manix looks sidelong at the ref. and gets in the referees face.

RW: Manix needs to pay attention to the match

JC: Freedom making few mistakes in this match.. He hasn’t had the chance to… Manix is one of the baddest men in the biz.

Freedom to his feet grabs Manix from behind and puts him in the dragon sleeper then drops him on his head.. Agent Orange.. Freedoms finisher.. The ref counts.. One….. Two… Three….. The ref stops and gets Freedoms attention.. Manix’s leg is on the rope. Freedom gasps for breath.

RW: Freedom is shocked

JC: I am too.

RW: WOW that was it.

Freedom covers again grabbing the leg, one…. Two… thre.. Shoulder up. Freedom gets up and calls for the finish and the fans cheer. Freedom heads for the top turnbuckle and goes for a flying elbow.. Manix… rolls out of the way and Freedom hit’s the mat hard.

RW: Ouch that’s gotta smarts.

JC: Manix flops his arm over freedom

One… two… thre.. kickout Manix rolls to his back the ref starts to count… One…. Two…. Threee… Four… Five... Six… Seven…. Eight.. Manix slowly is on his feet. Freedom slowly to his feet.. Manix swings and connects.. Freedom swings Manix ducks and DDT’s freedom.. Manix grabs Freedoms legs and puts him in a modified Boston crap. The fans are on their feet.. Freedom is in pain. Freedom trying to reach for the ropes.. Freedom crawls pulling himself a few inches closer and reaches.. Freedom pulls himself a bit closer… Manix pulls him back to the middle of the ring. Freedoms hand goes up in the air. The ref can be heard.

** You Give? **

Freedom shakes his head no, his voice barely audible. Freedom puts his hands down and pushes up like a … pushup then ducks underneath himself flipping Manix over and out through the ring ropes. Freedom tries to get to his feet and stumbles into the corner turnbuckle. Manix rolls back into the ring and charges Freedom.. Freedom with an elbow to the face. Manix stumbles back freedom goes to the second turnbuckle and jumps.. Manix spins and catches freedom and power slams him. One…… two…. Kickout.

RW: A back and forth match the whole time.. Who the hell is going to win this?

JC: My money is on Manix, he has been on a roll since arriving in the SFT, and freedom hasn’t got a great track record.

RW: Well I suppose it doesn’t have to do with the fact that Manix keeps fighting women and Freedom keeps fighting champions and contenders

JC: Hey they are all competitors.. And this is for the Number One contendership of the US Title. Keep in mind that is NOT the IC title..wich that match comes later tonight.. Three way match.. Two pinfalls for the United states title now held by Louis Cypher… and the Intercontenental title held by Kayleigh Jameson.. And the third man in that match… Drogden.. Should be a hell of a match

RW: Freedom fighting back in the ring right now.

Freedom to his feet with a punch.. And another grabs a headlock Manix shoves him off the ropes.. Freedom off the ropes and back ducking Manix’s clothsline. Freedom back with a Bulldog and Manix goes face down. Freedom to his feet holds his hands in the air… Manix slowly getting up .. Freedom staying right behind him.. Manix turns around and Freedom with a boot to the stomach. Freedom grabs manix in Pump handle position.

JC: this could be it.. Freedom is calling for the Freedom Slam

Freedom with the pumphandle front slam to the ground Freedom with the pin. One…. Two… three…. Kickout!

RW: HOLY SHIT!

JC: Holy.. I damn.

Freedom can’t believe it, he looks exhausted and gets to his feet and stumbles back a bit then grabs Manix and picks him up and grabs him for the Freedom streach.. Manix ducks and single leg takedown and flips over freedom with a pin.. One… two… Freedom with a bridge up and spinning Manix lets go of one arm and spins and huge clothsline Freedom ducks Manix off the ropes. Freedom with a big Boot, Manix ducks off the ropes Freedom with an back elbow Manix ducks again and puts up the breaks and grabs Freedom from behind Spins him and grabs him and nails a crossed arms brainbuster suplex

RW: That’s gotta be it.. The Hellride on freedom.

JC: he can’t kick out of that.

Colonel Freedome goes for the cover but the bell rings.

RW: What the?

Smoke billows from the entrance to the arena, and the lights dim. A spade is projected into the centre of the ring, and slowly the fans give a building cheer until the words "Let's fight" are screamed over the PA, sending them into an uproar. "Encore-Numb" by Jay-Z and Linkin Park hits as Vegas steps on the entrance ramp, wearing his jeans and necklace- going shirtless and barefoot, but aviator sunglasses complementing his smirk. He walks down the ramp, slapping a few hands on his way, and then slides into the ring, tossing his sunglasses into the crowd, and urging them into further hysterics.

RW: These two have been at each others throats all week, this should be an interesting match.

JC: Will this be Banes first loss in SFT?

RW: Or will this be the end of Seth Dryden's winning streak?

JC: Damn, I'm so excited. This is turning out to be a really good Pay-Per View.

Bane stands silently as he stares at Seth, who is walking around one half of the ring confidently. The referee stands in the middle of the two and signals for the cell to be lowered. Bane slowly looks up to the ceiling as the 15 foot high steel structure is lowered over the ring. As the structure hits the floor with a clunk the bell signals and the match is underway. Bane and Seth walk into the centre of the ring and stand toe to toe. Seth raises his arms to Bane and pushes him in the chest, knocking him back slightly. Bane flicks his hair back and looks around to the gazing audience. He pushes Seth back, sending him back slightly. Seth's eye widen as he lunges forward and clotheslines Bane sending him crashing to the mat.

RW: And the first blow is thrown…

JC: Straight into Banes face!

Seth mounts Bane and begins to pummel his face with several strong elbow strikes. Seth rolls off and climbs to his feet as Bane rolls to his side holding his face. Seth walks over to Bane and picks him up by his hair. Bane slowly gets to his feet and is greeted by another sharp elbow to the jaw. Bane is taken back by this and stumbled slightly. Seth whips him into the ropes and nails him with a snap suplex on the rebound.

RW: Looks like Bane bit off more than he can chew

JC: Yeah.

Seth climbs to his feet and taunts to the crowd with a huge smile on his face. He walks towards Bane and picks him up by his hair once more – but Bane grabs Seth and lifts him over his head. Bane yells with pain as he drops Seth from above his head and onto his knee below. Seth's torso bounces off as he rolls onto the floor beside Banes feet, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.

RW: Holy shit!? That came from nowhere.

JC: Guess we had Bane pinned wrong then?

Bane walks over to the momentarily winded Seth and grabs his left leg; he sets the leg up on the rope beside them. Bane begins to stomp on the kneecap of Seth as Seth screams out in agony holding his knee; Bane takes a step back to look at the fallen Seth and laughs to himself. He flips his hair out of his face and reaches down and picks Seth up. He delivers a few hard blows to the back of Seth's head then twists his arm around. Seth grasps his twisted shoulder to try to reverse it, but Bane's hold is too tight. Seth twists his body around and reverses Banes hold. Seth twists his body a second time, contorting Banes arm further, by now Bane is in sheer agony.

RW: Keeping Bane that close to him is a good strategy. This way Bane isn't able to deliver anymore powerful blows.

Seth begins to twist Banes arm around his neck, trying for a headlock submission. Bane's arm begins to tremble as he tries to fight Seth's hold – but he is unable to. Seth manages to wrap Banes arm around his own throat and pulls tightly, forcing the air from Banes lungs in one swift movement - Bane's face colour deepens as he runs short of breath. Bane manages to get three hard elbows to the ribs of Seth, but Seth keeps the hold there tight. Seth begins to taunt Bane as he sees Banes eyelids flutter, by this time Bane's face is a deep purple. Bane manages to drive his elbow once more into the ribs of Seth, pushing him off and bouncing him against the ropes. Bane takes advantage of this and nails Seth with the devastating Last Dance! Both bodies hit the mat with tremendous force – they both lay their in pain, Bane gasping for air and Seth holding his neck. The referee begins to start to 10 count. 1… Bane and Seth are still lying dormant on the mat. 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… 7… suddenly Bane begins to move; the referee stops counting and proclaims the match to still go on. Bane clambers to one knee, supporting himself by the ropes he still holds his throat - he sees Seth begin to stir so he rolls out of the ring. Seth sits up, his face dazed and confused as he searches for Bane. He spots Bane rummaging around under the ring apron – gathering himself together he slowly rolls out of the ring and lands of the floor with a thud.

RW: Seth doesn't look good. I think that neck breaker took more out of him than we think.

JC: This could be a vital decision maker, he's inured badly so soon into the match.

Seth manages to stand up and he walks over to Bane. Bane by now has thrown a collection of weapons into the ring, varying from steel chairs, kendo sticks, a small bag of some sort and some razor wire. Bane stands up holding the razor wire in his hand as he turns to Seth, only to be greeted by Seth's boot as Seth suprkick's Bane in the jaw, sending him flying into the steel cage surroundings - Banes head scrapes down the side of the cell as he falls. Seth walks over to Bane, still seeming drowsy from the neck breaker, he grabs Bane by the hair and begins to scrape his forehead across the razor wire which is lying on the floor next to him - Banes forehead erupts in a pool of blood from several deep gashes. Seth drops Banes head like a discarded toy; it thuds on the black mat. Seth walks back over to the ring apron – still holding the razor wire - as he looks into the crowd a young boy begins to shout abuse to him. Seth looks at the child and flips him off as he kneels down and searches under the ring. He pulls out a large wooden table and slides it into the ring – he follows it. Seth begins to set the table up in the corner of the ring with the razor wire stretched from one side to the other. He looks over to Bane and smiles. Bane begins to move as Seth climbs out of the ring. Seth picks up Bane and rolls him into the ring. Blood smears across the white mat as Bane rolls onto his back. Seth rolls into the ring and stands up over Bane. He picks him up yet again, keeping him in check with a few blows to the head; Seth begins to line Bane up with the table. Seth Irish Whips Bane towards the table, but Bane reverses the whip with a drop tow hold. Seth comes hurtling down face first through the table and the razor wire and collides with the turnbuckle head first. Seth lays there amidst a pile of shattered wood parts, razor wire and blood.

JC: Jesus Christ!

Bane staggers to his feet and picks up the steel chair – he looks at Dryden's body through a mask of crimson. He walks towards Seth slowly, rolling him onto his back with his foot, he grabs Seth's ankle and pulls him into the centre of the ring. A tired and bloody Bane staggers towards the turnbuckle, and slowly climbs to the top rope still holding the steel chair. He takes one last look at Seth as he jumps from the turnbuckle – placing the steel chair under his legs in mid-air. Bane crashes down onto Seth's skull with the full force of the chair. Seth's body jolts for a moment and he rolls on his stomach. Bane holds his legs as he limps to his feet, grabbing the small bag. He stands in the centre of the ring and opens the bag slightly as first, and then fully – he looks into the bag with a big smile and tips the contents out onto the mat. Thousands of silver thumbtacks pour onto the mat, glistening in the arena light. He discards the bag to one side of the ring as he spreads the tacks out with his boot – a sinister grin still slapped upon his face. He limps over to Seth and pulls him from the wreckage; Seth is bleeding profligately from the gashes on his face and upper body. Bane lifts him to his dreary feet and whips him against the ropes. Seth bounces back and collides with Bane – then Bane lifts Seth off the ground. Seth struggles to break free from Bane as he is now being dangled over the small pool of sharp thumbtacks. Bane lifts Seth up higher – aiming for a powerbomb. Seth struggles more violently and manages to break the hold. Seth hurricanrana's Bane onto the thumbtacks.

RW: Holy shit! From out of nowhere!

The crowd let out an immense bawl as Bane lies there, tensing his muscles in pain. Thousands of flashes go off along the arena as Bane slowly turns onto his side and makes his way off the tacks – his face is a picture of sheer suffering. His back is pierced dozens of times, small trickles of blood run from the holes and down his back. Seth manages to get to his feet and grabs the razor wire as he does. He hobbles over to a turnbuckle and begins to remove the protective padding, exposing the cold steel buckle. Seth begins to wrap the razor wire around the turnbuckle laughing to himself forebodingly in the process. He finishes and turns to Bane who by now is on his knees. He walks over and picks Bane up by his hair, he contacts with a quick haymaker onto Banes chin, sending Bane back into the opposite turnbuckle. Seth begins to stomp on Banes torso then whips him towards the exposed turnbuckle supporting the razor wire. Bane reverses the whip and bulldogs Seth onto the thumbtacks beside them. Seth's face plunges into the thousands of thumbtacks. He jolts around the mat holding his face tightly as Bane makes it to his feet. Bane slides out of the ring and begins to search under the ring apron once more. He brings out another large wooden table and he sets it up outside the exposed turnbuckle – taking a moment to glance as the still bloody Seth lying on the mat. He then searches again under the ring, only to pull out yet another large wooden table - he stacks this one onto of the previously prepared table. He takes another glance at Seth so is beginning to move. He acts quickly as he reaches under the ring once more and pulls out three large strobe light-bulbs. Bane balances them on top of the stacked tables and then slides into the ring.

JC: I don't like the look of this.

RW: Me either.

Bane walks over to the stirring Seth and picks him up. Seth retaliates with an uppercut which knocks Bane back. Seth quickly whips Bane onto the opposite turnbuckle. Seth charges at him and nails him with a clothesline. Bane falls to the mat clutching his neck as Seth climbs the turnbuckle. Seth signals to the on looking audience and executes a perfect Aces Full onto the chest cavity of Bane. Seth covers Bane for the pin.

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Kickout.

Seth stands up, frustrated. Grabbing the hair of Bane and pulling him to his feet. Bane brings his arm violently up between Seth's legs and nails him with the Down and Dirty. Seth falls to his knees holding his crotch as Bane quickly makes it to his feet and whips Seth into the exposed turnbuckle. Seth lets out a cry of pain as his chest impacts with the razor wire and steel buckle. Bane turns Seth around and begins to chop the now bleeding lacerations on Seth's chest. Bane pulls Seth out of the corner and whips him back into it.

JC: Bane is really going for it here.

RW: He's going to kill Seth!

Bane lifts Seth up and places him on top of the turnbuckle. Bane mounts the turnbuckle's top rope and pulls Seth up with him. They both shake trying to get their balance as Bane wraps his arm around Seth's head. Seth fights back. A sea of flashing cameras light up the arena as Seth quickly holds Bane's head tight and jumps backwards – DDTing Bane through the stacked tables and strobe lights behind! There is an explosion of white powder, shards of glass and wood as they impact.

RW: Holy fuck!

JC: That's it. They're dead!

The referee climbs out of the ring and inspects the rubble of broken bodies, blood, wood and glass scattered into one giant pile in the corner of the cell. The referee calls the EMT's into the cell as he pulls parts of the broken tables off Bane and Seth. The EMT's open the door to the cell and rush over to the scene. They pull Bane and Seth out of the rubble and tend to their injuries at ringside.

JC: Folks, I think were going to have to end this match.

RW: Yeah, these two have damn near killed themselves.

The EMT's bring in a stretcher fast and place Bane on to it. Bane refuses to be taken away as they try to fit him with a neck brace, he pushes the EMT's out of the way as he staggers over to Seth who is still lying on the floor. He pulls Seth to his feet and pushes him against the cell. Seth retaliates with a left hook to Banes jaw knocking him back slightly. The two erupt in a fit of punches as they fall to the floor in the middle of a circle of EMT's. The EMT's and the referee struggle with the two and manage to break it up after a few minutes - Seth is then escorted outside of the cell by the EMT's. He pushes them away and looks at Bane for a moment through a mask of blood and sweat. He flips Bane off and begins to climb up the walls of the cell. Bane rushes outside of cell and begins to follow Seth. Seth clambers onto the top and struggles to his feet, awaiting Bane. Bane reaches the top and is greeted by a few boots to the head from Seth.

RW: These guys are fucking insane!

JC: Just goes to show you what people will do to prove a point.

Seth backs off Bane and lets him stand up - Bane staggers to his feet and Seth swings for him. But Bane moves out the way and locks up with Seth. They begin to struggle and inch closer and closer to the edge. The entire audience gasp and thousands of camera flashes again light the entire arena up as Bane and Seth fall from the cell and crash through the announcers table. The referees and EMT's quickly rush towards to scene and immediately begin to scour through the wreckage. The crowd begin to chant SFT! SFT! SFT! Movement is seen as the broken parts of the announcers table are pulled away. Bane crawls up to Seth and lays his arm over him. The referee stands and looks at Bane with confusion as Bane shouts "Fucking count!" the ref falls to the floor and begins to count.

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3!

Bane sighs in relief as he lays back looking up at the EMT's who are helping him and Seth.

JC: Wow. That was one hell of a match!

JC: Bane really proved his point!

RW: Yeah but so did Seth. Bane damn near killed himself to get that 3 count over Seth.

Allison: Shadow, I can't take this anymore. Don't you think you've punished me enough? Hell I have Joshua asking me day in and day out when we're going to be a family.

Shadow: And what are you telling him?

Allison: The truth. We aren't. I'm tired of chasing you, I'm through. I'm not doing this anymore.

RW: Here we go a match ive been anticipating very much.

Radiant and Riley and Cross start it off.

The bell rings. Radiant with a clothesline on Cross, then a uppercut on Riley. Cross with a leg take down on Radiant. Riley with an elbow drop on Cross. Meanwhile Radiant quickly tags in Cage.

Cage with a lariat on Riley. Cross takes this advantage and dropkicks Cage. Cross with a vertical suplex on Cage. Cross tags in Paige and hits a leg drop on Cage. Meanwhile Riley waits for Paige to get up and hits a double ax handle and Paige is down. Riley tags in Agent Orange who hits a tequila sunrise on Cage.

Agent with a tornado DDT on Paige and tries the cover but Cage breaks it up.

RW: This match has been all action

Cage tries a clothesline but Agent ducks and Agent hits a Spinebuster. Agent tags back in Riley who breaks up the count on Cage. Riley with a powerbomb on Paige. Cage flies off the ropes and hits both men with flying forearms.

JC: Damn bodies everywhere.

On the outside Nirvana is battling it out with Cross. As the ref tells them to stop it.

Cage goes for a pin on Riley but Riley kicks out. Paige tags back in Cross. Cross with a German suplex on Riley, then another on Cage. The fresh man in the ring cleans house knocking Radiant off the corner.

The crowd is going wild.

Cross hits his Deathroll on Cage, and 1...2...kickout by Cage!

RW: howd he kick out of that?

Riley with a bearhug on Cross but Cross headbuts loose. Cage now grabs Riley and hits a fallaway slam. Then a pumphandle powerbomb. The ring shakes with the power. Riley now on Cage with a low blow followed by a Pedigree. He goes for the cover but Cross breaks it up and tags in Paige. JC: Wow this is awesome!

Paige with a reverse death valley Driver on Riley. Cage with a kick to the back of Riley. Paige is getting locked in with a figure 4 by Cage but kicks Cage in the face.. Paige is up and Riley hits his Betrayal and goes for the pin the ref counts 1...2...Cage breaks the count. Cage with a elbow drop on Riley, but Paige his a snap ddt on Cage.

The crowd are all on their feet as well as RW and JC.

RW: What a match!

Paige now with a reverse chokeslam on Riley. Paige tags in Cross who hits a top rope guillotine leg drop on Riley. The ring again shakes.

JC: If they keep this pace the ring will break in half.

Cross with the cover but Agent breaks the count the ref tells him to get back, but that allows Riley time to crawl the corner and tag in Agent Orange. Agent Orange goes for the tired Cage first with a powerslam then a drop toe hold. Cross interrupts Agent with a shining wizard kick.

RW: If this match doesnt get match of the month then I dont know what will?

Cross with a vertabreaker on Agent, then Cage superkicks Cross and goes for the pin on Agent. Paige makes the save and the ref warns Paige. Cage gets up and goes to the corner to rest. Radiant tags in from Cage Radiant gets in and gets hit with a mule kick from Cross, Cross tags in Paige. Page hits his P.I.G on Radiant, he goes for the cover 1..2.. Agent Orange breaks the count. Agent with a brainbuster on Paige. Radiant somehow tags the tired Cage back in.

Cage with a dragon sleeper on Agent Orange, hes going down but Paige breaks it up. Paiige with a flying lariat off the ropes but Cage sidesteps and Paige hits the turnbuckle hard.

Cage off the ropes hits his Hell Frozen Over. He covers Paige, the ref counts 1......2... Agent is up 3...Agent orange hits Cage a moment too late.

RW: holy shit, Cage has done the impossible and retained the tag titles yet again!

JC: Incredible mach though by all competitors involved.

“And now, introducing, your United States Champion… Louis Cypher!”

“South Of Heaven” by Slayer begins playing and the US Champion Louis Cypher makes a generic entrance down the ramp and to the ring. He and Drogden await their final counterpart.

“And now, about to make her way to the ring, Strike Towers Intercontinental Champion, Kayleigh 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. The three people look at one another and stand in a triangle.

RW: Now this is a two fall match. The person who claims the first fall will become United States champion, and the person who wins the second fall will be Intercontinental Champion.

JC: This match has tons of potential within it.

They circle one another until Drogden strikes Jameson and then Cypher. The three unleash a series of slaps and punches on one another. Cypher attempts and Irish whip on Drogden who reverses it into one of his own but Cypher holds onto the topes as he gets there. Jameson takes the opportunity to run up Drogden’s back and hitting cipher with a flying shining wizard, knocking Cypher to his knees.

Drogden runs at him and dives, attempting a dropkick but Cypher dodges and Drogden flies to the outside. Jameson takes the opportunity to hit Cypher with some kicks to the jaw. She locks in a headlock.

Drogden gets up to the apron and stands there for a moment, contemplating his next move. He decides to throw caution to the ring and his springboards off of the top rope and hits both opponents with a Shooting Star Press, devastating all three who are all laid out on the canvas.

They all begin getting up together. Once they all get to their feet, Drogden and Cypher, who got up next to one another, run at Jameson and attempt a double clothesline. She ducks it and then hits both of them with a dropkick. Drogden rolls out of the ring and Cypher is laid out in the middle. Jameson runs to the ropes and hits the Fallen Hope. She pins..

1……………..2…………no

Cypher kicks out. Jameson doesn’t relent as she picks him back up and swings him into the turnbuckles. She runs up on his chest and backflips off before hitting a hurricanrana. Drogden remains on the outside, leaning on the guardrail, perhaps hurt by his death defying shooting star press. She brings him to his knees and continues striking him, trying to wear him down. She picks him up and taunts the crowd. She gets him into a fireman’s carry position and hits him with the Temporal Statasis. As the goes for the pin Drogden clotheslines her viciously from behind. He picks Cypher up and hits the Black Bird Driver. He covers.

1……………2…………….3

RW: And Cypher has become the new United States Champion

JC: But he stole it from Jameson damn it!

1………….2…………….no

Jameson breaks with pin with fire in her eyes. She picks Drogden up and knees him squarely in the groin. She hits the Shattered Dreams and covers.

1………..2………..no

Cypher breaks it up and hits The Unholyer on Jameson. He covers.

1………2………….. no

She kicks out.

RW: MY GOD, WHAT A SERIES OF NEAR FALLS!

JC: But with so many finishing moves already hit, this match can’t go on for much longer.

Cypher picks up Jameson as Drogden struggles to his feet. Cypher powerbombs her but as he looks up Drogden nails him with a clothesline. He looks at his downed opponents, hesitates, and tries to pin Cypher.

1…………….2……………no

He kicks out just before the 3. He picks him up and gives him a European uppercut to stun him. He then begins the Trifecta as he delivers two suplexes and he has Cypher set up for the DDT and he begins taunting. Suddenly Jameson appears with a missle dropkick to the back of Drogden’s head and both men are layed out. She hits a Russian legsweep and follows it with her Diamond Dust moonsault onto Drogden, but she rolls to the side exhausted. Cypher crawls over to Drogden and lays an arm on top of him.

1……………..2…………………3

RW: JAMESON AGAIN HAS THE MATCH STOLEN FROM HER!

The noise coming from the crowd slowly begins to dwindle out when suddenly the opening for "Cult of Personality" by Living Color begins to play throughout the arenas speakers. The entire crowd stands up in respectful cheers for Radiant as we see them turn towards the stage awaiting his arrival. We cut to the stage where black, gray, and red smoke starts to fill up the stage in a gloomy mix. Suddenly Radiant steps through the apathy rainbow colors of smoke and begins to head down the ramp. Despite his neutral alignment to the people of SFT the crowd cheers anyway. He carelessly walks by the fans making his way down the ramp ignoring the few hands that desire a high five. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and turns over to his left and heads to the steel stairs. He climbs up them and steps onto the ring apron. He pauses for a moment and stares down at his feet for a second. Soon enough he lifts his head up and steps into the ring in between the middle and top rope. He enters the ring and heads over to one of the far turnbuckles and steps up on it raising his arms into the air playing the crowd for the cheap ovation. He steps down and does the same thing to the other turnbuckle next to the current one. He steps down again and turns towards the main stage and bends down and places his hands on his knees as he awaits for this match to start. "Cult of Personality" by Living Color quickly fades out.

John Cartwright: Here we go with Radiant versus Redd.

Randy White: This should be explosive.

Redd and Radiant start to immediately brawling. Redd forces Radiant into the corner and hits a combination of blows. Radiant reverses the move and starts to hit some blows of his own. Redd ducks a last blow before picking up Radiant hitting a spinebuster. Redd mounts of Radiant hitting some blows to the head. Radiant flips the mounted punches but just gets off of Redd right away. Redd stands in the corner and waits for Radiant to get to his feet. Once he does they lock up. Redd irish whips Radiant into the corner then charges at him. Redd hits an avalanche then takes Radiant out of the corner into a russian legsweep. Redd helps Radiant to his feet but then smashes Radiant's head against his knee.

John Cartwright: What a brawl thus far.

Redd smashes Radiant's head against the canvas a couple of times before putting a headlock on Radiant. Radiant struggles for a minute before becoming energized and hitting some elbows to the stomach of Redd. Redd releases the hold then is hit with an onslaught of haymakers from Radiant. Redd blocks a blow then responds by kicking Radiant in the stomach. Redd then hits a ddt. Redd follows up with a cover.

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Kickout!!!

Redd quickly gets to his feet then gets to the top turnbuckle. Redd tries to go for the suicide jump but misses. Radiant gets to his feet and just waits in the corner for Redd to get to his feet. As Redd gets to his feet Radiant charges towards him but Redd is able to backdrop Radiant over the top rope. Redd quickly climbs to the outside helping Radiant to his feet. Radiant hits a few elbows but Redd hits Radiant's head against the apron. Redd then places Radiant partway underneath the bottom rope then climbs on the apron. Redd pulls back Radiant's head against the bottom rope. Redd takes one of his hands and starts to bumble Radiant in the head. Redd breaks the hold climbing into the ring. Redd pulls Radiant into the ring and covers him.

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Kickout!!!

Randy White: Redd is just schooling Radiant.

Redd helps Radiant to his feet. Radiant hits some punches but Redd irish whips him into the corner, however, Radiant reverses it. Radiant charges into the corner but Redd hits Radiant with an elbow. Radiant charges at Redd again but is hit with an elbow again. Radiant charges at Redd again but dodges the elbow hitting a big boot to Redd. Redd falls forward but Radiant catches him. Radiant puts Redd on the top rope. Radiant climbs the top rope maneuvers himself for a superplex. Redd blocks the move and pushes Radiant off the top rope. Redd then hits the suicide jump on Radiant following up with the pin.

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How many chances does a man get in life? Every one talks about a second chance and how we're lucky if we get one, they speak and praise the notion that there's really only one shot to do things right. And by doing so they lie to themselves.

*Hub's face flashes over the screen with a broad smile*

You get as many chances as you take in this world. You keep going until you don't want to any more. You stop taking chances when you give up hope of ever succeeding, and once you've done that, you're as good as dead. I know this cause I've been there. I've seen my first chance come and go, I failed, and I roused my body from the ashes of that catastrophic event to try again.

*An image of an x-ray of Hub's left forearm revealing his steal plate imbedded in the bone, held in by screws replaces Hubs grin*

My second chance.

I failed there too. I was destroyed by my own ego and over confidence. Crippled by shame and a fractured spine I sat in the darkness letting my bitterness grow and fester, giving up hope on ever being able to try again.

*Hub is shown being tossed down back first through a table by Guyver*

Then I remembered what I had preached for so long. The world runs in cycles, and now I was at the bottom. All I needed to do was wait for the revolution to continue and to not stop the wheel.

*Hub, grimaces in pain as he goes through rehabilitation.*

Am I back on top again? No.

*The pained face once again is replaced by Hub's easy smile*

But the rotation is not finished yet. Far from it.

Randy White: Havoc for the third month in a row is getting another chance to claim the gold many claim he never won the first and the gold that has eluded him for three months. Jeff King beat him back at Memories and at Seasons in the Abyss Burton Edwards defended the title against the young star.

John Cartwright: Randy lets not forget he is going against a former World champion in Erik Dean for the vacant title that Burton Edwards left behind. It hangs in the middle of the ring and to get it you need to use a ladder and once you un-strap it you become the new World Heavyweight champion.

Randy White: If I was a philosopher I would be able to predict blood shed and tears because who ever doesn’t get this title will un-doubtable be the one crying. Well John its time to introduce both men who will be competing for this World title.

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 (like egde) leans foreward with his arms at his side.

John Cartwright: Randy I will say right now, for Havoc this is a make or break match. If he loses this I don’t see how anyone could say he is a top class entertainer this has got to be the last chance saloon for Havoc.

Randy White: I really need to agree with you John, but he has a formidable opponent, Erik Dean is a former SFT World champion like we previously stated so he knows what it takes as does Havoc. Who ever wins will be a two time SFT World champion. Time for Erik Dean to make his way out here now.

The arena is quiet as the fans wait for something to happen, then a loud bang goes off as the lights in the arena dim down to low, them the sound of "Look At Me Now" by Reveille hits the PA and the crowd goes insanely wild as Pyro from Colors red to Yellow shoot off from the stage. Erik Dean emerges from the backstage area and enters the stage area; Dean stops and looks around at the crowd a bit and can see flashes coming from cameras going off; almost a bit blinding. Dean then walks down the ramp way slowly taking his time and enters the ring area and climbs into the ring.

John Cartwright: Listen to this crowd, feel the tension this is what both of these men have waited weeks for is there Life After Death?

Randy White: I don’t know but will there be a career after a loss for the loser tonight?

The bell rings as both men walk into the centre of the ring and stand nose to nose. Dean smiles then points up towards the World title so Havoc looks up but Dean smartly hit’s a huge right to the chin of Havoc sending him down. Erik smiles and looks down at Havoc, He then leaps up to hit a elbow drop but Havoc moves out the way and Dean hit’s the mat Havoc gets up but Dean is up just as quick and they lock up in the middle of the ring. A side headlock by Havoc and then he takes Dean down in a side headlock take down but Erik uses his legs to lock in a head scissors. Havoc bites on the leg of Dean and then grabs the ankle to try and lock in an ankle lock but Dean uses his free leg and smashes it right into the face of Havoc. Erik gets up as Havoc is pulling himself up and runs towards him but Havoc responds with an arm drag take down and locks in an arm bar but Dean uses his free hand to rake the eyes of Havoc. Dean grabs the hair of Havoc and smashes his face into the mat Dean gets up quickly and runs off the ropes he goes to hit a leg drop but Havoc moves at the last second he then grabs the leg of Dean again to lock in an ankle lock but Dean pushes him away with his free leg. Both men get up at the same time and stand there staring right at each other.

Randy White: A great opening exchange there, neither man giving an inch to the other and Havoc is smart he wants to hurt the leg of Dean to try and stop him from standing meaning he can climb the ladder freely.

John Cartwright: But you know something Randy, Dean has showed right now with that opening punch that he can out smart Havoc he just needs to know how to do it.

Both men smile before heading for another collar and elbow tie up, Dean ducks under and locks in a waist lock. Follows that up with a waist lock take down, Erik has it locked in firmly before releasing his grip slightly and leaping forward to grab the head of Havoc but as he does Havoc pushes himself back and grabs the arm of Dean and pushes it up his back. Erik is face down on the mat with Havoc forcing his arm right up his back. Dean cant move very much as Havoc keeps his body on top of Erik to stop him moving. Dean checks over his shoulder and then with his free arm elbows Havoc in the face and then again but this time right square in the nose this breaks the hold. Dean rolls forward and to his feet quickly he gains some momentum off the ropes and as Havoc is standing holding his face Dean leaps with a spinning heal kick to the face sending Havoc to the mat. Dean gets up as Havoc slowly but surely begins to pull himself up half way up he is met with a huge right by Erik Dean to the head and then another. Dean kicks pulls Havoc up and kicks him in the midsection before getting him in a suplex position. Dean goes to lift Havoc up but he blocks it, Dean goes to lift Havoc again but he blocks it and Havoc frees his hand then smashes his fist into Deans ribs. Then another before grabbing Deans face and smashing it into his knee.

John Cartwright: This is still tight Randy, still tight but when they start to bring in weapons it could get one sided.

Randy White: You are right John when they bring the ladders maybe even a chair into the ring this could get a bit brutal and as you said one sided.

Havoc turns his back on Dean and walks towards the ropes but Dean flicks himself up the fans cheer so Havoc stops and turns around. Only to see Erik Dean running towards him and hitting a flying cross body taking both men over the top rope and to the floor. The fans are on their feet as Dean lifts his hand and places it on the apron. Erik begins pulling himself up as he does he looks down at Havoc not moving right now on the floor. Dean stomps on him once and then a second time to the back of the head before walking to get a ladder. Dean grabs the ladder that is standing up he folds it in half and slides it into the ring. Erik goes to slide in but Havoc grabs his leg Dean stops and them drops a knee to the back of Havoc’s neck before pulling him up. Dean grabs Havocs arm and whips him into the guard rails. Erik goes under the ring and grabs a chair he throws it towards Havoc before running towards the ring steps to leap onto Havoc but as he leaps off the steps Havoc uses the chair to smash it across the forehead of Erik Dean just before he crashes head first into the guard rail. The fans look on and a “SFT” chant breaks out.

Randy White: Jesus christ people said Erik Dean had no brains when he left the ownership of EWA to Connor MacDaddy. Well from this moment on he might not have anything in his head.

John Cartwright: He took a high right looking for it to pay off but it backfired Randy and well Dean looks completely out of it right now. I think Havoc should take this chance to get in the ring and grab the title.

The fans are looking on as Erik Dean isn’t moving, Havoc standing with the chair in his hands looks up at the World title and then to the chair before turning back to Dean. He holds it up high and brings it down across his back, Dean hardly moves, Havoc reaches down and turns him over then uses the end of the chair and begins to choke Dean with it. There is a Erik Dean fan who is shouting for Havoc to stop it but he doesn’t. The crowd are chanting “ERIK DEAN!” but this just makes Havoc want to choke him even more and with no referee he can do this as long as he wants. Havoc finally releases it and smiles before turning towards the ring and walking towards it.

John Cartwright: New champ Randy?

Randy White: Well there will be John but will it be Havoc, if Dean has any life in him he can get up walk over and stop this from happening.

The Erik Dean fan is standing shouting at him to get up but Deans brains have been scrambled, his head isn’t cut open but he looks out of it. As Havoc slides into the ring he kneels and looks back to Dean before standing up and picking up the ladder. He sets it up in the middle of the ring and begins to climb it. The fan now opens his bottle of water and begins to pour it all over the face of Erik Dean and he begins to stir.

Randy White: He is moving John, the fan might have rescued this match for Dean he ahs time.

John Cartwright: He isn’t even up yet Randy just moved.

Havoc is half way up the ladders as Dean pulls himself up he looks at Havoc and climbs up onto the apron. Havoc touches the World title and then in one leap Erik Dean has leaped up onto the top rope and is hitting a springboard dropkick to the side of the ladder. It topples but Havoc doesn’t have his hands on the belt and he falls all the way to the outside of the ring side first. The fans are in shock at what they just saw.

Randy White: My god, Havoc must be dead all the way to the outside from the inside of the ring, he almost had the title.

John Cartwright: Now its Deans turn he has to go after the title now, hold on what is he doing.

Dean is holding onto the top rope looking down at a fallen Havoc who is lying back first on the floor. Erik smiles and then looks at the ladder which is lying on the ground with the top end on the top rope. The smile turns to a smirk as he gains some momentum off the ropes and runs to the opposite then runs up the side of the ladder and hit’s a running Broken Circle onto Havoc but Dean hurt himself to and the fans are amazed they are on their feet right now looking at both men lying on the ground.

John Cartwright: We arent long into this match and already we have saw some brutal action, both men taking it to the extreme here tonight. And that move right there by Erik Dean will go down in history.

Randy White: A running Broken Circle which technically is a frog splash, after running up the side of the ladder. What momentum he must have had but he took a lot out of himself there.

The fans are roaring once again as Erik Dean pulls himself up with help of the ring apron, then he rolls into the ring and stays on the ground to recover a little bit but Havoc begins moving he reaches over towards the guard rail and pulls himself up slowly. Dean looks over to see Havoc do this and Erik just gets mad and reaches to the middle rope and begins pulling himself up. Havoc is now standing and looks a little dazed but rolls himself into the ring only to get a knee right to the head. Dean stays on his knees and pulls Havoc up a little and begins to hit him with rights and lefts to the face, but Havoc stops Dean with a huge knife edge chop. Havoc with another knife edge chop and then an then he begins to pull himself up. Erik Dean pulls himself up but Havoc traps him in a head lock and hit’s a DDT onto the side of the ladders splitting Deans head wide open the cut is visible already and blood is shooting out of the gash.

Randy White: John that has to be the sickest DDT I have ever seen in my life, not onto the ladder but the very edge of it. This is bad look at the blood pouring from Dean.

John Cartwright: Havoc doesn’t know what to do he is standing in disbelief that he managed to do this to another human. Havoc is now smiling my god he is smiling that son of a bitch.

Havoc smiles and then grabs the ladders and sets them up in the middle of the ring. Havoc looks up towards the belt and then down to the fallen Erik Dean holding his ribs with one hand he begins to climb the steps. Havoc is half way up and then to his disbelief Erik Dean reaches up and pulls himself up onto the ladder. The fans are cheering they cant believe what they are seeing with the blood dripping down off his face Dean is pulling himself up the ladder.

Randy White: I swear John I wonder exactly how Erik Dean is moving never mind pulling himself up the ladder.

John Cartwright: Havoc feels the same he has now stopped and just looking at him.

The fans are chanting his name as Erik Dean is now at the same part as the delusional Havoc. Both men now race to the top Havoc is there first but Dean isn’t far behind, Havoc with a huge right into the open wound of Dean. Havoc with another but Dean comes back with one of his own, both men exchanging blows on the top of the ladder. Havoc throws another punch but Dean ducks and grabs the head of Havoc and with all his energy leaps back bringing Havoc heads face first off the top of the ladder. Erik crashes into the ground as Havoc closes his eyes and then falls all the way backwards snapping his neck across the top rope on the way down. Havocs head is now busted open not as bad as Deans.

John Cartwright: When you think this match cant get any worse it does, Havocs neck must be broken by that fall into the top rope.

Randy White: John let me tell you now that no matter who wins right now let us just enjoy this.

Erik Dean reaches over towards the ropes and begins to pull himself up, he looks directly over towards Havoc and then to the ladder but then slides out. The fans are wondering what Dean is doing he walks round to the entrance aisle and then goes under that side of the ring and begins pulling out tables. He sets one up, then one next to it and another one neck to it. Dean is barely moving but he reaches back under and pulls out another three tables he sets one up and then lifts it on top of the three at the bottom follows this up with setting up another table. Then places the last table on top of three now the tables are stacked in two layers of three.

Randy White: Why the hell is he doing this?

John Cartwright: Havoc still hasn’t moved but hold on Dean has reached back under the ring, he has pulled out chairs a bag, kendo sticks and a fire extinguisher.

Randy White: Why has he brought all of this out?

The crowd are watching on as Dean places the extinguisher under all the tables along with three chairs. He pulls some more chairs out and covers most of the middle layer with chairs and kendo sticks. Erik Dean has a psychotic look on his face as he grabs the back and puts his hands inside it and pulls out two handfuls of tacks and throws them onto the top of the tables and then goes back into the bag and does the same. Dean turns round to slide into the ring but stops as he sees the steel steps.

Randy White: That has to be the most brutal weapon anyone has ever made at ringside. I have saw stacks of tables but never this.

John Cartwright: If he puts Havoc through that he could end his career but hold on he has pulled the steps away from the ring.

Dean drags the steps from the ring and slides them under the bottom stack of tables on top of the chairs. The fans are going mad as Erik turns and climbs up onto the ring apron. He reaches in from the bottom and pulls up Havoc he stands him up then hooks the head, the fans are going insane as Erik Dean hoists Havoc up high in a suplex position he holds him but then Havoc falls into the ring bringing Dean down across the top rope he leaps back but misses the tables but crashes the back of his head off the steel steps.

Randy White: Havoc pulled that from nowhere and once again the balance of this match switches.

John Cartwright: It has all night Randy but this match isn’t over Havoc is now pulling himself up.

The fans have been standing on their feet the past ten minutes watching this match. Havoc reaches up to the middle rope and pulls himself up a little then again he looks dazed but stands in the corner for a second he looks down at Dean.

John Cartwright: Erik Dean looks out of it once again this is Havocs chance the World title is in his grasp he has the chance he has to take it now.

Randy White: He has to but he needs to be quick Dean will do what ever he can if he sees Havoc going for the gold.

There is a roar as Havoc steps out from the corner towards the ladder in the centre of the ring, the blood is dripping from his head as he reaches up and begins to climb the ladder. There is another roar as Erik Dean begins to come round he is holding the back of his head his body is covered in blood from his head as he pulls himself up with a lot of help from the ring apron he looks as Havoc is now more than half way up the ladder. Dean slowly slides in as Havoc touches the title with one hand but he doesn’t see Erik Dean sliding up behind the ladder. He grabs it from the bottom and begins to lift it as he is walking forward Havoc drops his hands and grabs onto the ladder then realises he can grab the title and does. Dean topples the ladder over then notices Havoc hanging from the metal ring the fans are going crazy.

John Cartwright: He hasn’t won it yet he hasn’t taken down the strap, but in a few seconds he will.

Randy White: Hold on John, Erik has folded the ladders in half and is now standing under Havoc in the ring.

With the blood still dripping right down his face and all over his body Erik Dean grabs the ladder by the bottom and looks up with Havoc swinging his legs are all over the place and then with one joist up he smashes the ladder between Havocs legs. He releases his grip and falls to the mat back first. The fans are chanting “SFT!” once again as Dean lifts the ladders up high and throws them on top of the grounded Havoc.

Randy White: In an instance a match can change, it has swung from one person to another all night this is brutal the winner will be the only who doesn’t lose via blood loss.

John Cartwright: Dean is in control but how will he take this match by the balls?

Erik runs off the ropes and hit’s a body splash onto the ladders crushing Havocs ribs along with his own. The fans are still on their feet as Dean grabs the ladders and pulls them off of Havoc and then he reaches down grabbing the hair of Havoc he pulls him up. Dean goes to whip Havoc off the ropes but Havoc reverses it and as Dean comes back Havoc hit’s a spinning spine buster on Dean snapping his head off the ladder once again. Havoc is on his knees breathing heavily and looking at the bloodied Erik Dean.

John Cartwright: Again the head of Erik Dean takes another battering and again from something solid. Havoc has used everything to his benefit here tonight.

Randy White: He has but and has had close calls to get that title, Havoc has did enough in some peoples eyes to win this but I can say this Erik Dean will not give up.

Havoc stands up still a little dazed as he picks the ladder up and stands it right up then he looks at the face of Erik Dean and smiles before stomping right into his chest, Havoc then drops down in a mounted position and begins to punch furiously into the forehead of Dean. Havoc pulls his fist far away and then smashes it right into the cut, the blood is still pouring fresh from Deans head and is now dripping off the knuckles of Havoc.

John Cartwright: I will say this now Havoc is showing no mercy for Dean. He might be able to answer the question is there Life after death.

Randy White: Dean has came back all night I think it is time he counted his loses now. Save him from any more punishment.

Havoc hits him one more time right on the forehead and then stands up, he looks at the weapon and tables that Dean set up and then looks back at the un-conscience Erik Dean. And then to the ladder and he smiles while pointing at the ladder with one hand then moving it down to point at the tables.)

Randy White: He isn’t thinking about this is he John?

John Cartwright: Dean didn’t put Havoc through it but I bet Havoc wants to put Dean through it.

The fans who have been on their feet almost the whole match look on as Havoc drags the ladder over towards the ropes so it is nearer the mass tables weapon. Dean still isn’t moving as Havoc grabs a handful of hair and begins to pull him towards the ladders. Havoc places his head between the legs of Dean and lifts him up, he has him in an electric chair drop while he begins stepping up the ladder. The fans are not even saying a word as Havoc places Erik Dean on the top step of the ladder and he balances him well.

Randy White: HE CANT DO IT JOHN HE CANT THIS IS JUST WRONG!!

John Cartwright: I am speechless right now.

Havoc steps down and walks around to the other side of the ladder and he begins to climb it with his head not bleeding anymore he smiles as he reaches the top. The un-movable body of Erik Dean is still perched at the top as Havoc reaches down as he stands on the top step he gets ready to throw Erik Dean backwards BUT DEAN POKES HAVOC IN THE EYES AND THEN HOOKS THE HEAD OF HAVOC RAPS HIS LEGS AROUND THE LADDER AND HIT’S A SUPLEX ON HAVOC WHO GOES FLYING OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH ALL THE TABLES THAT COLLAPSE UNDER HIM THE FANS ARE IN SHOCK.

John Cartwright: JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY, THIS HAS JUST GOT WILD.

Randy White: I HAVE NEVER SAW ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN MY LIFE.

Dean is hanging on the ladder upside down as he sits up he is perched on top of the ladder he looks down to the carnage he just caused. The smiles, with blood running from his forehead he begins to make his way down the ladder slowly. He then moves the ladder into the centre of the ring and begins to climb.

John Cartwright: Where is Havoc I cant see him.

Randy White: He is lying in the middle of those mangled tables those chairs those tacks those kendo sticks and that steel step he wont be getting up.

The fans are on their feet as Erik Dean reaches the top of the ladder he looks back to the mess behind him and then he un straps the World Heavyweight championship then hugs the title as the bell rings he hugs the ladders as well.

John Cartwright: We have a new World Champion and his name is Erik Dean he defeats Havoc here tonight in what must be one of the most brutal ladder matches in the history of the business.

Randy White: Two time World Champion Erik Dean he is now standing in the middle of the ring blood still pouring from his head but through it all he can claim he is the World Champion.

Nirvana: How many roads can we follow in life, in longing? How many lives can we touch with our hate or our love? No man can dictate such a thing, for it would be too much of a queston of faith. Faith in the human soul, faith in what man has made with his own hands. Faith in the unknown, faith misplaced. But we, we are not alone.

*Two more flames idnite revealing Bane and Angle of Darknes.*

Nirvana: We fight a battle to keep what is ours, what is true, and what is strong.

*Another flame ignites revealing Drodgen.*

Nirvana: And the upstarts, they try to take what is ours. Those in Loaded Guns Productions, and even some behind the scenes; The Kate Madisons of SFT. They don't understand that we serve a higher power, the true owner of SFT. But let us save that for later, in due time you will understand why I am the law in SFT.

*Another flame ignites revealing Louis Cypher.*

Nirvana: And you will know my name, for it shall be shouted from all highs.

*footsteps are heard as Redd walks besides Nirvana and puts a hand on his soulder, Nirvana begins to lean on his silver cane, and Ms.Black wraps her arms around him..*

Nirvana: And we are the fathers of the future.

*Havoc walks to Nirvana's left, besides Ms.Black."

Havoc: There are reasons the men before you are not considered the best that SFT has to offer. Back when the Holocaust was created, was Joseph Mokoko anything big in SFT? No, he was disrespected and spit upon. And there was another disrespected rookies in that group. And two months later, he was World Champion. That rookie was me. If Nirvana has any great talent, he can mold potential into greatness, and THAT is why you have these young ones here among legends like Nirvana and Redd. Just like the Holocaust was, Dark Forces will end up as one of the best groups SFT has ever seen, and like the Holocaust, Dark Forces will turn rookies into main eventers. I epitomize what Nirvana plans to do with these men. I am the fruit of his labor.

Nirvana: And even more we have the true owner of SFT on our side....for we are...the law...

*A platform rises behind Nirvana, ans standing upon it is Shadow.*