Amanda Summers: The following match is sceduled for one fall... and is the
Strike Fantasy Towers Open!... Already in the ring... Bal Sagoth!... Gott!... Johny Fierce!... Gunz!... Joe Mokoko!... The Captain!... Alekz Kutov Aruski!... Erik Dean!... and Andrew Foley!JC: What a great collection of stars from far and wide!

RW: Yeah, and we've got a handful left...

Amanda Summers: From Miya Jima, Japan... Kamikaze!

The Gong is struck and the lights all over the arena become colorful with all the colors of the rainbow. "Original Prankster" By The Offspring starts playing and the lights start to swirl around in rythym to the beat. On "Until the break of dawn" Kamikaze bursts out from back stage and plays it up to the audience. He continues jumping around till he gets to the ring then he climbs in and poses on all four turnbuckles sequentially.

Amanda Summers: ...And from Parts Unknown... Excedium!

The lights suddenly flicker as the sound of wind rises through the speakers. "What do you see in the dark, when the demons come for you?" is whispered as a large figure moves out to the top of the ramp. Slowly, he stalks down to the ring as flames ignite and begin rising behind him from the steel-grated ramp. His shoulder-length black hair hangs wet over his eyes as he moves onto the apron. As he steps over the top rope, flames begin rising fromt he ringposts.

Amanda Summers: ...from New York City, New York... Bane!

Arena lights dim, the Tron comes on with a picture of Bane in the distance heading twords the front of screen (simular to Chris Jeracho entrance) the sound of thunder is heard, lightning hits the ramp as Bane walks out with Bones his manager by his side.

Amanda Summers: ...from Boston, Massachusetts... Connor MacDaddy!

"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot blares over the PA system as large red X pyros fires off. A few seconds into the song Connor steps out onto the stage and makes an X with his arm in the air. He starts to walk down the ramp. Mid ramp he slows down and points to a few fans and gives them a big thumbs up. He slides in the ring and goes on the turnbuckle and makes X crosses in the air to the crowd.

Amanda Summers: ...from Parts Unknown... Burton Edwards!

The arena lights cut out, and two jets of smoke begin to cover the stage as
Rammstein's 'Reise, Reise' begins to play through the arena. As the guitars kick in, the stage erupts with a loud bang, as red and gold pyro shoots into the air. As the smoke clears away, Burton Edwards walks onto the stage. He stands atop the stage, and stretches his arms out either side of him, as gold sparks rain down from the rafters.As the crowd boos him, he slowly walks down the rampway, as jets of fire
light up the otherwise dark arena. Upon reaching the ring, he steps through the ropes and climbs one of the turnbuckles, showing off to the booing audience. Finally, Edwards gets down.

Amanda Summers: ...and from Osaka, Japan... Lord Nirvana!

"I ride satans wings" Johnny Cash's Hurt hits the PA as images of tombstones appear on the striketron and Kings voice booms. The crowd begins to shout as the arena
goes black and pictures of a morgue appear on the striketron. Pictures of bodies ripped apart, bodies crawling with maggots, etc. As the fans begin to boo a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the jumbotron change to a big grey screen.
"I eat dollar bills" Suddenly the arena goes deep green as "Hurt" continues to play on the pa and a golden spotlight illuminates the entranceway. the crowd begins to chant
bloody murder as blood rises from the ramp way, and Jeff King And Ms.Black step out from behind the apron. Jeff if decked out in a fancy, old fashioned suit, hair parted off to the side, and greased down. He's Holding Ms.Black's hand. 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, spinning his cane, and doffing his hat to the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring, 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 shares a passionate kiss with Ms.Black.

JC: Let's get it fuckin started!

Fierce, and Mokoko are currently going at it. Each men exchange blow after blow until Connor, and Nirvana come over and jump in. Nirvana jumps on Mokoko, and Connor jumps in on Fierce. Connor delivers three punches to the side of Fierce's face, then Connor kicks him in the balls, and connects with a DDT. Meanwhile Nirvana has lifted Mokoko up over his head into a gorrilla press slam. Nirvana shows great strength in holding Mokoko up in the air, then Nirvana tosses Mokoko outside, and turns around only to get closelined by Andrew Foley over the top rope. On the otherside of the ring Erik Dean is fighting Bane, and gets the upper hand. Erik Grabs Bane by the head,
and hits a chin breaker. Erik gets right back up, and drops a leg on Bane. Erik is standing back up, and looks out upon the fans for a moment, but out of nowhere Excidium runs right into Dean, knocking him to the ground. Excidium just shrugs it off, and goes back at the man who through him which was The Captain. Excidium is walking torwards the Captain, but Erik Dean gets to Excidium first, kicks him in the back of the knee sending Excidium down to one knee. Then, Erik goes to the side of Excidium, and delivers a hard spinning kick that hits Excidium hard enough for blood to start gushing out of his nose.

RW: Wow! Look at that shot by Erik Dean!

JC: Yeah, you know Excidium is feeling it!

Meanwhile on the outside, Nirvana has sent Mokoko running right into the steel steps. The loud crash triggers a reaction from the fans.. Nirvana walks over, grabs Mokoko by the hair, pulls him up to his feet, scoops him up and Nirvana slams Mokoko right on the steps. Nirvana looks up to see Andrew Foley and Alekz Kutov Aruski trading punches. Nirvana reaches under the bottom ropes, grabs Foley's feet, then pulls them right out from under him. Foley smacks his face hard on the canvas, and Nirvana gives a good tug and pulls Foley to the outside. Nirvana grabs Foley by the back of the
head, and goes to slam his face into the ring, but Foley blocks it, then elbows Nirvana in the gut, grabs Nirvana by the back of the head, and slams his face right into the corner of the ring. Nirvana is standing but he's wobbly. Andrew attempts a closeline, and connects with it, but it still doesn't send Nirvana to the ground. Just knocks him back a step. Then Andrew Foley repeats the process, and once again just sends Nirvana back one step. Mokoko is up. Then Nirvana gives Foley a dose of his own medicine by exploding through him with a closeline, and doesnt stop there. He continues to run a few more steps and closelines Mokoko also.

RW: What a shot by Nirvana.

JC: Yeah he took out two men with one move!  Go Nirvana!

Everyone is currently in the brawl, and men fly out of the ring simultaneously.  Eventually only two men last in the ring.  That is Nirvana, and Burton Edwards. Nirvana currently has his back turned to Edwards watching the chaos on the outside.  Just as he turns around he is hit with a super kick from Burton Edwards.  Edwards pins him.

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RC: Let me just say, that match will go down in history!

RW: Time now for our next HUGE match here at SFT’s Hallowed Ground, and if you’ve been watching Wednesday Night War over the last month or so, then you’ll have seen all of the build-up to this one, and will no doubt be just as excited about it as we are sitting here.

JC: That’s right Randy, in just a matter of moments, we will see former World Champion Christian Cage compete in his first match in over six months as he takes on the reigning SFT Hardcore Champion and SFT Hall Of fame Inductee Nathan Gust in what promises to be a brutal “I Quit” match with the Hardcore gold at stake.

RW: For those not familiar with this kind of match, the rules are simple in that there aren’t many of them. The basic object is to beat your opponent up so badly, by any means necessary, that he has to say the words “I Quit”. There are no pin falls, no submissions, no DQ’s and no count outs, the only way this can end is when either Cage or Gust utters those two little words.

JC: I figure we’re just about ready to get this one going, so let’s send it up to our ring announcer, Jonathan Knight:

The lights in the arena go down with just one white spotlight shining on the centre of the ring, where Jonathan Knight stands, wearing an immaculate tuxedo and with a microphone in his hand.

Jonathan Knight: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to be fought under “I Quit” rules for the SFT Hardcore Championship!!

Introducing first, the challenger. He stands 6’4’’ tall and weighed in for this contest at 254lbs. He is a former 3-Time SFT Television Champion, former undefeated SFT Intercontinental Champion and a former SFT Heavyweight Champion of the World, hailing from Miami, Florida, “The Franchise” CHRISTIAN CAGE!!!

The camera pans around to show the entrance stage as the opening notes of Kid Rock’s “Cocky” blast over the PA System, greeted by a chorus of boos and chants of “asshole” from the capacity Pittsburgh crowd. As the song reaches it’s first chorus, Christian Cage makes his way out into the arena accompanied by a deafening series of pyrotechnic explosions on both sides of the stage and down the ramp.

Cage pauses for a second or two at the top of the stage before making his way slowly and purposefully down the ramp to the ring. Cage is wearing black wrestling boots and kneepads, and gold trunks with “Franchise” across the back in black italics, not to mention of course his trademark designer sunglasses. Upon reaching the ring, Cage slides underneath the bottom rope and climbs each of the turnbuckles in turn, soaking up the boos and chants from the crowd at the top of each before moving to the middle of the ring to await his opponent.

RW: I’ll give Christian Cage credit for one thing, he looks in phenomenal shape for this one, there hardly looks to be an ounce of fat on the man, it’s like he’s never been away, Lets just hope that that will translate into the match.

JC: I don’t think you have anything to worry about on that score Randy, Christian Cage has always been a big-game player, and tonight will be no exception.

RW: Well, I think there’s someone who might have something to say about that, so lets send it back to Jonathan Knight.

Cage’s music fades away as we return to Jonathan Knight in the middle of the ring.

Jonathan Knight: Introducing now, his opponent. He is a former SFT Lightweight Champion a former SFT TNT Champion, a former co-holder of the SFT World Tag Team Championship, and a member of the SFT Hall Of Fame. He comes to the ring tonight as the reigning and defending 4-Time SFT Hardcore Champion, standing 5’10’’ and weighing in tonight at 171lbs, fighting out of Columbia, South Carolina, “The Youth Warrior” NATHAN GUST!!!

Grade 8’s “Adrenachrome” begins to echo around the arena as the fans get to their feet to applaud the entrance of the Hardcore Champion. Nathan Gust makes his way out onto the stage with his Hardcore Championship belt around his waist, and a look on his face that says he means business.

Gust makes his way down the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Cage for a second as he performs a few last-minute stretches before the bell. As he reaches the ring, Gust climbs the ring steps and enters between the top and second ropes and his music begins to fade. The two men stand across the ring from each other as Cage removes his shades to lock eyes with his opponent. Gust takes the Hardcore Title belt from around his waist and hands it to the referee who raises it high in the air before calling for the bell to start the match.

The two men begin to circle nervously, neither wanting to make the first move and risk giving their opponent an invaluable early advantage. They pause, still across the ring from each other and we see Cage say something to Gust with a smirk on his face, although we can’t hear what it is. Whatever Cage says though, it seems to have the desired affect, as Gust loses his composure and charges at Cage, seemingly trying for a spear or something similar, but Cage easily sidesteps it and throws Gust into the corner where he begins nailing the boy with a series of precise left hands to head and body.

JC: Gust walked right into that one, Cage said something to get under his skin, and it worked to absolute perfection. That could be a crucial factor already here.

After about 10 punches or so, Cage backs up a step or two to admire his handiwork before trying his luck with the same tactic again, but finding himself met this time with a vicious kick to the gut from Gust, who then proceeds to pepper his challenger with a series of lefts and rights of his own.

RW: Now who walked into a trap? Whatever mind games Cage played at the start, he got his just reward there.

Gust follows up by bouncing off of the ropes to attempt a cross body block, but Cage manages to dodge the bullet, sending Gust crashing to the mat in a heap. Not willing to repeat his showboating of a moment ago, Cage opts to press his advantage, dropping an elbow right into the small of Gust’s back and following up with a modified cross face, exerting pressure on the neck and back of the Hardcore Champion.

JC: Sensible strategy from Cage, punishing Gust without expending energy himself.

Gust struggles to free himself from Cage’s grip, but eventually it is the challenger who releases the hold of his own free will and follows up with another quick elbow to the back before Gust has a chance to regain his feet.

When Gust does eventually manage to get vertical again, Cage grabs him by the hair and launches him between the top and middle ropes and out to the arena floor. Cage then climbs through the ropes onto the apron and leaps off with a Legdrop that connects squarely with the back of Gust’s head as the boy is struggling to his feet.

Once again though, Cage is too quick to admire his won work and not quick enough to follow it up properly as Gust manages to nail his challenger with a desperate low blow, which he follows up with a drop toe hold before heading over to the announce table and grabbing a vacant chair.

JC: I don’t know what’s going through Nathan Gust’s head, but I’m not sure I like it.

RW: Neither will Christian Cage if Gust gets his way.

Gust waits for Cage to climb up before swinging the chair, which Cage manages to partially block as it connects, but still takes some damage in the process and is forced back a step or two as Gust drops the chair and runs at Cage with an attempted Tornado DDT.

Gust manages to partially execute the move, but as he is taking Cage down, ‘The Franchise’ manages to just push Gust off of him and send him back first into the ring post. For a few seconds, neither man moves as Gust is slumped against the ring post and Cage is flat on his face on the protective mats.

RW: Great counter from Cage there, but he didn’t get away totally scot-free.

JC: Something tells me that Gust may have come off worse though, his back has really taken a pounding thus far, and that meeting with the post won’t have helped matters.

Slowly, Cage climbs up, but seems momentarily unsure of his bearing, and by the time he turns his attention back to Gust, the Hardcore Champion is also climbing back to his feet. Cage quickly cuts that off with a boot to the midsection and a knee to the face, which sends Gust back down far more quickly than he had gotten up. Dragging Gust back up to his feet at his own leisure, Cage positions the Champion against the steel ring post, and picks up the nearby chair with evil intentions on his mind.

RW: Holy shit Cage, don’t you dare do this you sick bastard!

Cage, unsurprisingly, ignores Randy White’s plea, and swings the chair like he’s trying for a home run. The sickening crack as the chair connects cleanly with Gust’s unprotected face echoes right up into the cheap seats. The Hardcore Champion slumps to the floor as Cage raises the blood splattered chair above his head like a sick trophy as he looks down with a satisfied smirk at the unmoving body of his opponent, whose head is already lying in a pool of his own blood.

Cage seems to briefly contemplate asking Gust if he wants to end the match, but then thinks better of it and drags the kid to his feet instead and begins to drag him up the entrance ramp. Halfway up the ramp, Cage puts Gust’s head between his legs and hoists him into a Powerbomb position.

RW: What the hell else can Cage do to Gust here; he should just end this now.

JC: After all your talk about Gust not having any quit in him, you sure changed your tune pretty quick.

RW: I just don’t want to see anyone get seriously hurt.

JC: Then you’re in the wrong business.

Before Cage can execute the Powerbomb, Gust somehow manages to squirm his way free and begins throwing desperation right hands at the challenger.

RW: I have no idea how Nathan Gust is still standing after what Cage has inflicted on him so far tonight.

The two men are brawling furiously on the steel ramp, blasting one another with full-blooded punches to the face, with every shot from Cage further bruising Gust and exacerbating the bleeding from the head of the Hardcore Champion. On this occasion though, it seems to be Gust who is getting the better of the exchange, and he manages to back Cage down the ramp towards the ring with a series of punches, interspersed with kicks to the midsection and to the back of Cage’s oft-injured knees. As the two reach the ring, Gust continues his assault by grabbing Cage by the hair and slamming him face first into the steel ring steps.

JC: I tell you Randy, I have to be impressed with the way in which Nathan Gust has come back into this one. It wasn’t so long ago that he looked down and finished, but now the pendulum seems to be swinging his way.

RW: That’s why Gust has held on to this Hardcore Title for as long as he, the man just doesn’t stay down, no matter how much is thrown at him, It’s gonna take something special to take that belt from him.

JC: Well, we’ve seen some special things from Christian Cage before, and something tells me that he can produce another one here tonight.

As Cage’s head rebounds from the steps, we can see that a small laceration has opened on his hairline, and Gust seems to home in on this like a laser-guided missile, knocking Cage to his knees and aiming punches right at the cut in an effort to open it up as much as he can. Before long, the blood is flowing down Cage’s face almost as freely as it is down Gust’s, and the Champion senses that victory may be close at hand.

Walking over to the announce table, Gust grabs a microphone on a long cord and pulls it over to where Cage is, taking the opportunity firstly to use it as a weapon to try to extract yet more blood from Cage’s head.

RW: We knew before the opening bell that this wasn’t going to be one for the squeamish, and so it has proved. Both men are bleeding heavily, and that has to be taking as much of a toll on their bodies as anything that their opponent can manage.

Gust then raises the microphone to his own lips, screaming “ is there anything you wanna say?” to Cage before shoving the microphone into his opponent’s face (virtually down his throat in fact). Gusts’ question isn’t met with any kind of verbal response, but instead with a mouthful of spit from Cage which hits Gust squarely in the eyes and gives Cage the split second that he needs to regain his bearings and mount a counter attack.

As Gust wipes the spit from his eyes, Cage blasts him with boot to the midsection and hits a DDT down onto the protective mats that surround the ring.

JC: What impact for Cage right there, and once again, we see a big swing of the pendulum in this one, this time in favour of the challenger.

RW: Even I’m starting to wonder if Nathan Gust has it in him to cope with the skills of a man like Cage, who will just keep coming at you, whatever you throw at him.

JC: It’s this stage of the match, where both men have absorbed incredible amounts of punishment, that conditioning begins to come into play, and that’s where I think the advantage is with Cage, even though he’s over twice as old as Gust. You have to remember that for his previous SFT match, against Malinko in April, he weighed in at 265 lbs, but he’s come in tonight, after 6 months out of the ring, at 11lbs lighter than that. That’s testament to phenomenal conditioning, and that could be the difference maker in this one.

Cage grabs the microphone cord and begins to choke Gust with it, wiping the blood from his own eyes with one had as his opponent’s face turns almost as red as the blood running down it.

RW: Damn you Cage, let him go, before you kill him!

JC: Shut up Randy, Gust knew exactly what he was letting himself in for when he signed up for this.

Finally satisfied that he has gotten enough from the choke hold, Cage releases the cord from around the Champion’s neck and stands up to consider his next move as gust instinctively rolls into the foetal position to protect himself. Cage throws the microphone and cord into the ting and then throws Gust in after it before grabbing a steel chair and sliding in to the ring himself

Cage then grabs the still stunned and battered Gust and sets up his trademark Deep Impact Driver while standing over the steel chair.

JC: This is it folks, new Hardcore Champion coming up!

RW: Don’t speak so soon, we don’t know what Gust has left.

JC: Use your eyes Randy, Gust has nothing left, and it’s time for Cage to end this.

Cage mouths “It’s Over” and draws his hand across his throat before under-hooking Gust’s arms and lifting him vertically. To prolong the torture, Cage holds Gust still for a second or two before sitting down and bouncing Gust’s skull off of the chair with a sickening crack.

JC: Holy shit, did you hear that! Did you hear the sound of bone on steel there? Not even Superman could survive that.

Cage climbs slowly to his feet with the aid of the ropes and once more wipes the blood from his eyes before grabbing the microphone and kneeling to shove it into the face of the barely-conscious Gust.

Cage: Say it you son of a bitch!!

Gust: I…I…I Quit!

The bell sounds as Cage moves to his knees and raises his arm in the air in celebration.

JC: He did it, he did, we have a new SFT Hardcore Champion!!

RW: I may not like Christian Cage too much, but you have to give the man a hell of a lot of respect after that. He’s been out of the ring for six months and has come back to dethrone on of the most impressive Hardcore Champions of recent times.

JC: Just goes to prove once and for all that things may change, people may come and go, but talent is forever, and Christian Cage represents that perfectly.

Back in the ring Cage is standing, but only with the aid of the ropes and seems to be waiting for Gust to regain his feet.

RW: Oh come on Cage, you got the gold, enough is enough.

The referee comes into the ring and places the Hardcore belt over Cage’s shoulder as Gust climbs uneasily to his feet and eyes his conqueror. The two men stare at each other for a second or two before Gust snatches the belt from Cage’s shoulder.

JC: What in the hell is Gust doing? That’s not his belt anymore!

Gust motions for Cage to turn around, which ‘The Franchise’ does, but with a confused expression on his face.

JC: Don’t do it Cage, it’s a goddamn trap, Gust’s just looking for some cheap shot revenge, like the coward that he is!

RW: How can you say that any man who’s just been through that is a coward?

Most of the arena seems to be willing Gust to smash Cage over the head with the belt, but instead, Gust straps the title belt around the waist of the new Champion before holding his hand out for a handshake.

Cage turns back around and eyes Gust with a severe look of suspicion before slowly extending his own arm to meet Gust’s. The two men hake hands and then embrace in the centre of the ring as Kid Rock’s “Cocky” begins to blast over the PA System and Gust raises Cage’s arm high in the air.

JC: What a show of class from these two, I guess even you would have to admit that Christian Cage is a class act after all.

RW: I think that both men are class acts, they’ve been through hell together, and now Gust is man enough to accept that the better man beat him tonight, but I don’t think we’ve seen the last of this one. As you said John, we also have to give Christian Cage a hell of a lot of respect and credit for what we’ve seen from him tonight, both during and after this match, and I wish him luck for the weeks to come.

Cage and Gust climbs out of the ring and walk up the ramp together to a huge and well-deserved ovation from the crowd, and head back to the locker room with cheers ringing in both of their ears.

We see several containers of lighter fluid around the ring, next to the containers we see matches.

"Wait" and Bleed by Slipknot hits, we see Redd accompanied by Shadow make their way to the ring.  The crowd cheer and boo as he makes his way to the ring.  He slowly gets in and goes to his corner as Shadow circles the ring.

RW:  Well here we go now, ex Dead Pac member vs. current Dead Pac member.

The bell rings as Johnny Legend starts it off with an uppercut, followed by a roundhouse kick then a plancha off the ropes. Legend with a guillotine leg drop followed by a monster powerslam.

JC:  Legend seems to be in control.

Legend now with a powerbomb.  He covers but only gets a 1 count.  Legend climbs the ropes now, he flies off with a headbutt but Redd rolls out of the way.  Redd now with a diamond cutter, he follows it up with a Russian leg sweep.  He grabs Johnny and hits The Darkness.

RW:  Johnny is out cold.

Redd goes to the outside grabs the fluid and is bout to douse Legend when Shadow signals for him not to.  Redd then proceeds to pour fluid in a circle around Legend.  Shadow opens up a black zippo and then sparks it and throws it on the ring.  Redd and Shadow leave as Johnny starts to wake up to the ring of fire around him.

JC:  I think Redd and Shadow just sent a message to Johnny.

RW:  Message being, you can be burned by us anytime, consider this mercy?

JC:  Exactly.

RW: Well, what can I say?

JC: Nothing!  This is what FATAL four way are all about!

RW: Brickcity “B” staggers to his feet…

JC: Wait, behind Brick!  TGM is up and he nails Brickcity to the floor!

RW: Can’t we all just get along?

JC: TGM lifts up Brick but “B” connects with a right hand!  And another!  Both men now exchange blows!


[[[Lights go out for a moment and then red lights appear around the entrance way. Local H's Bigger begins to blast and out comes SFT's GREATEST HOPE; Saga! The camera focuses on him as his sunglasses caress the tip of his nose. Saga then adjusts his glasses as he looks at the piece of trash fans and shakes his head in disappointment.]]]


RW: This guy sure takes his sweet time!


[[[Saga then looks over to the ring and runs towards it.]]]


JC: Well, where there is a “B”, there is a Saga!  Saga slides into the ring, eh charges at both men; Brick shoves TGM forward and….  SPEAR!!!!!  Saga nails TGM!

RW: This is SceneFades at their best!

JC: You mean acting like children?

RW: Exactly!

JC: Wait!  Someone slides back into the ring… It’s…  It’s Venom!  Venom charges at Brick and connect with a devastating BIG BOOT!  Brick crashes to the canvas!  Saga turns around and gets nailed with Venom clothesline!

RW: Venom, cleaning house!

JC: Venom takes a hold of Saga and wraps his large hands around his neck!

RW: Choke-slam time!

JW: Wait, from behind Venom, It’s Kyle Murphy!

RW: Kyle sneaks up from behind Venom uppercuts him in the groin!

JC: That’s a girl’s move!

RW: And an effective one at that!  Kyle turns Venom around and drops him with a delayed fisherman buster!!!  Venom is out cold!

JC: Brickcity makes it up to his feet; he jumps outside and grabs himself a steel chair!  Brick slides back in as Saga makes it to his feet!

RW: Both Saga and Brick surround Kyle Murphy!

JC: This can’t be good, big Kyle Murphy can’t handle both men!

RW: Brickcity smiles at Kyle with that chair in his hand…  Brick now opens the chair and sets it down on the canvas!

JC: What?

RW: I don’t get it…  Brickcity places the chair against the corner of the ring and takes a seat…  Saga takes a hold of the fallen TGM and shoves him towards Kyle…  Murphy smiles for a moment as he takes a hold of TGM…

JC: Oh come on!  This is garbage!  Brickcity now sits back and watches in amusement.

RW: Kyle signals for his crucifix PowerBomb as Saga and Brick simple watch.  Kyle lifts TGM high in the air and comes crashing down hard!  TGM bounces off the canvas and roles out of the ring!

JC: Venom now begins to move a bit as Saga merely places his foot on him and roles him out as well!

RW: Brick is now up off the chair, Saga is up, Kyle is up…  Saga reaches over and shakes Kyle’s hand!

JC: What the hell are we seeing here?  An alliance?

RW: Kyle reaches over and shakes the hand of Brickcity “B”…

JC: Kyle…  Saga…  Brickcity….  This can’t be good….

RW: And what about Nirvana?  What does he play in all of this?

JC: Finally, Kyle, Saga and Brick exit the ring and make their way into the backstage area….

RW: Why would these guys ally with one another?

JC: Money?  Power?  Fame?  Who knows?

RW: Let’s just move on… 

"Numb" by Linkin Park hits the PA system and we see Page Michaels making his way down to the ring.

JC: What the hell is he doing out here? He has nothing to do with this match as far as I know.

RW: I am not sure.....

Page: Well, I don't really know how to say this,  but we will not be seeing a World Title match here tonight...

The crowd erupts in boos as Page tries to continue

Page: Listen, do to unforseen circumstances neither competitor can be here tonight, but this match will happen sometime....

The crowd erupts once agin in boos, drowning Page until he tosses the mic aside and walks out of the ring.

JC: Well that sucks, I was looking forward to that match.

Suddenly the lights black out and the Strike-Tron starts to flicker. A large spotlight begins to shine on the screen.....After a few moments the screen comes solid to reveal........




The screen goes back to black and the lights slowly come back on, as they do Brickcity "B", Kyle Murphy, Saga and Nirvana are standing at the top of the ramp. The lights are only on breifly before Nirvana raises his arms and calls for the lights to be dimmed once again.....

RW: What are these guys doing???

The lights come back on and LGP is nowhere to be seen.

JC: I don't know looks like we have a new stable, but I can't see this one lasting any longer than the rest do. We have the two most annoying people in SFT, in "B" and Saga, with two SFT greats, it won't last.

RW: Well that's all the time  we have here tonight, see you all next time!