He walks towards the chair behind his desk and sits himself down. He picks up the phone and dials a cell phone number as he sits looking gloomy behind his office desk. There is a moments silence as the phone rings on the other end.

"Yo... Stephen?" says Drago, unsure of who it is.

There is an answer at the other end, and then obviously he is asked who is calling.

"It's Drago - Christiano Drago." Imediattly Christi has to take the phone from his ears for a second, as a barrage of obscenities and insults fill his ears, "Glad to hear you missed me..." he jokes and again holds the phone far enough away from his ear until there's is relative silence.

He picks up a contract and reads over it as he waits for his most opportune moment. "I have a proposition for you..." starts Drago, He runs a finger over the contract in his hand and rests it on a line near the bottom, "How would you like to earn ten thousand dollars a month?"

There is a faint sound from the other end of the phone, and then a very quiet; "I'm listening..."

"I need you back in the ring. And you start this Sunday... if you've still got it."

There is a silence, and a muffled answer on the other end of the phone. Drago nods and replaces the handset after saying his goodbyes. He looks at the camera that he had not acknowledged until now.

"Is that thing on yet?" there is a nod from the camera man, "Great..."

"This is Chritiano Drago, Cheif Exec of SFT's Talent Division... now over the last few weeks, I've been wrestling alongside my current responsibilities, and as you can see, it's taking its toll on the office work. SO I've decided to relinquish my position as a wrestler here... now being the man in charge of making sure the roster is full of Talented individuals like myself means I'm obligated to make sure someone just as good is there to fill my boots... and that's exactly what I've done. This Sunday, SFT will witness the return of someone most would call a burnout, a has-been. But he's a man with something to prove, and he'll start proving it this Sunday at Tears of the Sun."

The camera starts to move away as Drago calls out...

"Godzilla" He says.

"I told you, The DragonZord is far superior to Godzilla." She replies.

"I can't believe you. You know I love Godzilla." He replies

She smirks and shakes her head. "Giant robots are far stronger than dinos. You should know that. And don't give me any of this 'Oh he's a god" bullshit. Just because his name is Godzilla doesn't mean he's a god."

"You don't know that. I mean, he could be a god. They never said he wasen't."

"Yeah, and they never said King Kong could dance either, but Jackson did it."

"Ugh" he says, running his chin. "Don't remind me, that remake sucked. I wasted my money on it."

"I'm glad I didn't go with you, than. I rented the DVD. Blockbuster, VIP member." She says, picking up a piece of pie as she does.

"You need to watch what you eat. You're not in Osaka anymore, we don't have personal doctors, and I'm not paying for a hospital visit."

"For what? Overeating? This is America, home of the fat. Besides, Allisa pays my bills." she says as she takes a bite from the pie. "Food, sitting on your ass, and watching sports. The American way. Than maybe when another country is winning a war you can drop a bomb on them and say you won. It's a great concept, really."

"You forget, I'm from Japan. I know just as much as anybody, but that doesn't give you the right to abuse your body."

"Since when do you care so much?"

"Since the other night." He says, taking the pie from her hand.

"Hmph. You ruin everything. Gonna take my puppy awya next, big man?"

"Maybe, if you don't straighten up. I'd hate to have to spank you." He says with a wink.

"Try me." She says with a serious look. "The last guy that did had to get a metal rod in his wrist."

"Already got one. I guess I could use another."

"Like I said, try me." She says, taking her pie back from him.

"I just might, after we finish the...you know what."

"Shhh...you're lucky SFT doesn't have random drug tests. Half the roster would be fired. And trust me, you hurt me in any way and you'll be going back to Osaka without me."

King laughs and presses his hand against her leg, pushing the bag in her pocket. "Mmmm..."

She pushes him back softly and sighs. "Just don't die on me. It's a hell of a drug, and an even worse addiction."

JC: My name is John Cartwright, he’s Randy White and we have some HUGE action scheduled for tonight, culminating of course in our huge Hell In A Cell Main Event between Christian Cage and Hekutsu for the SFT World’s Heavyweight Championship.

RW: Before we can get to that, though, we have a whole lot more action to bring you, starting with a Triple Threat contest between 3 men who all have a lot to prove for various reasons.

JC: Without further ado, let’s send it up to our Ring Announcer, Jonathan Knight, and get this show started:

Jonathan Knight: Your opening contest for Tears Of The Sun is a Triple Threat match, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing firstly, standing 6’1’’ tall, weighting at 230 lbs and fighting out of Los Angeles California, he Is ‘The New Age Jesus’ JOHNNY ARNETTE!!!

The opening riff of “Born A Broken Man” by Rage Against The Machine echoes through the arena as we are plunged into darkness to await the arrival of Johnny Arnette. As abruptly as it started though, the music cuts off and we are returned to a brief period of uninterrupted silence before the song blasts into life again, accompanied by red and orange lights flashing around the arena. As the song approaches it’s first chorus, the entranceway fill as with smoke as Johnny Arnette makes his way into the arena accompanied by his manager, the former World’s Heavyweight Champion, Ace. The boos from the crowd are deafening as the two men make their way down the ramp towards the ring. At the bottom of the ramp, Ace turns left and walks up the steps into the ring while Arnette heads to the right, climbs up onto the apron ad then drops to his knees with his arms in the air, all to the accompaniment of more boos from the crowd. As Arnette climbs up and enters the ring, the music fades away and the lights return to normal.

Jonathan Knight: Now introducing the second participant in this match. He stands 6’10’’ tall, weighs in at 305lbs and comes to us from Parts Unknown, ‘The Tortured Soul’ BRASS MARTIN!!!

‘Living Dead Girl’ by Rob Zombie hits as Brass appears on the stage and makes his way slowly down the ramp towards the ring. Upon reaching the ring, he climbs the steps slowly and then steps over the top rope as his music fades out.

RW: Is it just me, or does Brass Martin look a whole lot bigger than he did the last time we saw him?

JC: I think someone’s definitely been over-doing it on the protein shakes.

Jonathan Knight: And now the final participant in tonight’s contest. He stands…

Before Jonathan Knight can finish his introduction, Dark Wolf emerges from the crowd and blindsides Brass Martin with a shot to the back of the head, followed by a hail of punches as the big man turns around and Jonathan Knight runs for his life.

RW: Looks like Dark Wolf doesn’t feel like wasting even a second here tonight, and he is in the midst of a vicious assault on Brass Martin as we speak.

JC: This could turn out to be a really interesting match. You have Brass Martin, who we understand is here for just one match ahead of a scheduled full time return sometime in the Autumn, you have Johnny Arnette who is making his first PPV appearance for SFT and so will be looking to make a huge name for himself, and you have Dark Wolf, for whom this match marks his first contest in over a year.

RW: That’s not all though John. Walking around at ringside there, we can see Johnny Arnette’s manager, Ace, who could be a hugely important factor in the outcome of this one.

JC: Well, don’t forget that Dark Wolf seems to have aligned himself with the man who could be our next SFT Champion, so if Ace wants to try anything, then you can bet that Mr. Cage might want to have something to say about it, particularly given the history between those two. Not to mention of course that Brass Martin is part of the Dead Pac, so all three combatants have potential allies if they’re needed.

Back in the ring, Brass is slumped in a corner as Arnette and Dark Wolf exchange punches and chops in the middle of the ring. Arnette gets the better of the exchange and whips Dark Wolf against the ropes, catching him with a vicious knee to the gut on the rebound, which drops Dark Wolf to the mat. Arnette then turns his attentions to Brass, only to get steamrollered by a clothesline as Brass charges out of the corner.

RW: A perfect example there of just how quickly the momentum can change in these matches. It looked for all the world like Arnette was in control, but now the pendulum seems to have swung in Brass Martin’s direction.

Brass capitalises on his new found dominance by dragging Arnette back to his feet and lifting him high in the air in the gorilla press position, but Dark Wolf is quickly back to his feet and blasts Martin with a drop kick to the knee which drops the big man, who in turn drops Arnette in a big heap on the mat. Dark Wolf backs up a step or two before slamming his knee into the side of the kneeling Martin’s head and following up with a quick cover:

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!

RW: Too early in the match for Dark Wolf to be trying that, I think.

JC: Agreed, it may take a lot more than that to keep Brass Martin down, especially this new-look, extra-large, Brass Martin.

Martin powers out of the pin attempt easily enough and regains his feet just in time to be sent back to the mat by a running neckbreaker from Arnette, who has taken advantage of Dark Wolf’s attempted pin to regain his own bearings. Arnette then turns to Dark Wolf and the two men resume their earlier battle of punches and chops, only this time it is Dark Wolf who gets the upper hand and manages to back Arnette into a corner, whereupon Dark Wolf backs up a step or two before running at Arnette and planting a superkick straight onto the point of his jaw, nearly ripping his head from his shoulders in the process:

RW: My god, what impact from Dark Wolf on that shot!

JC: The look on Ace’s face shows that he knows that shot could well have broken Johnny Arnette’s jaw, or at least dislocated it.

Arnette slumps down into a seated position as Dark Wolf turns around to be confronted by Brass Martin charging at him. Learning from Arnette’s earlier mistake, Dark Wolf manages to duck the oncoming clothesline, but isn’t ready for the big boot that slams into his face as he turns around, sending him crashing to the mat and leaving Brass as the only man standing in the ring.

Obviously looking to buy some time for his “client”, Ace leaps up onto the ring apron and attracts Martin’s attention while the referee has made the mistake of turning his back to check on the conditions of Dark Wolf and Arnette. Ace and Martin argue for a while before Ace drops back down to the mats outside the ring and hit the much larger man with a low blow, dropping him to his knees in agony.

RW: See, didn’t I tell you that Ace was going to have a bearing on the outcome here?

JC: Well, the ref didn’t see it Randy, and we all know that if the referee doesn’t see it, it didn’t happen.

RW: Of course, what we’re left with now is a situation where all three men are down, so whoever is the first to their feet could find themselves with a huge advantage in this one.

As all three men in the ring struggle to recover and get back to their feet, and massive blast of boos from the crowd greets the sudden arrival of the United States Champion, Christian Cage.

JC: This is gonna teach Ace for sticking his nose in the match, now things are a little bit more even.

RW: Yeah, because two wrongs really make a right.

JC: What’s your point.

As Cage arrives at ringside, he takes the United States Title belt from around his waist and throws it into the ring before being confronted by Ace, which quickly develops into the two former World Champions getting into a shoving match at the bottom of the ramp. For some reason, the referee decides to focus his attentions on splitting up Cage and Ace rather than keeping his eye on the events in the ring, which allows Dark Wolf, precisely as Cage intended, the grab the US belt and smash Brass Martin straight across the skull with it, sending him crashing to the mat whereupon Dark Wolf boots him viciously in the gut and sends him under the bottom rope to the floor.

RW: Dammit, Dark Wolf is going to steal one while the referee is pre-occupied with Cage and Ace.

Dark Wolf then positions himself to give the same treatment to Arnette as he did to Brass, but ‘The New Age Jesus’ manages to block the swing and boot DW in the gut, causing him to drop the US Title belt, onto which Arnette slams DW’s head with his trademark “Gift From God” Impaler DDT before yelling at the ref to get his attention as he hooks the leg of the prone Dark Wolf:

ONE!

TWO!!

As soon as he realises what is going on, Christian Cage moves away from Ace and slides into the ring to break up the cover, but is just a split second too late:

THREE!!!

As soon as the referee’s hand hits the mat for the third time, Johnny Arnette makes a quick and sensible exit from the ring to avoid Cage. Cage looks furious as he tends to his injured partner, while Arnette and Ace walk backwards up the ramp with their arms in the air and smirks on their faces as “Born A Broken Man” plays again.

RW: Another huge win for Johnny Arnette as he continues his impressive progress here in SFT, using Christian Cage’s own US Title belt to help him defeat Cage’s tag team partner.

JC: Mark my words Randy; there will be hell to pay when The Future catches up with Ace and Arnette.

RW: That’s as may be John, but right now, it’s all about ‘The New Age Jesus’. I agree with you though, I doubt if we’ve seen the last of this one.

JC: Wow, what a great match that shows that SFT has a great future ahead with those guys just starting the show in one hell of a way…

The lights in the arena go out completely, encompassing the arena in black. The crowd goes nuts…

JC: Figures we’d have some kind of blackout in Mexico…who didn’t pay the bills?

RW: Somehow I think this was planned…

Just as that’s said a very familiar guitar rift shoots over the speakers…

“I’ll Get Inside You”

RW: No way, it can’t be…

JC: I’m pretty sure it is…

As the base line in the song picks up a huge blast of pyro shoots from the floor and the lights turn back on. Sean Lane is standing in the middle of the ring with a steal chair in his hand. All three competitors from the match are still in the ring and just look at Lane, who takes very little time to turn around and blast the living hell out of Johnny Arnette with the steel chair. Brass Martin comes running at Lane as he just looks down at Arnette with a smile on his face. Lane turns around and ducks quickly as Martin goes for a big clothesline. Martin turns around promptly after missing and catches a steel chair in his head for his troubles.

RW: Lane is going nuts here…

The Dark Wolf cant resist the urge to go after Lane himself and actually ducks Lane’s swing of the chair meant for his head. Lane drops the chair as Wolf hits the ropes and heads back towards him. Lane catches him with a kick to the gut and then grabs a handful of hair, slides his thumb across his throat, flips Wolf over and picks him up and promptly drops him with the Taste of Sweetness. The crowd is going nuts as Lane then drops to a knee and starts planting big right fists to Wolf’s head, opening him up…

RW: Well, Lane said he was going to be a bit more aggressive this time around…looks like he was telling the truth….

Lane stands up with the blood of Wolf all over his fists and just looks at it and laughs. He then calls for a mic and threatens to throw the chair at the crew outside the ring until someone finally gives him a mic. He flips the switch…

JC: Looks like he has something to say as well, although I'm pretty sure he made quite the statement…

Lane looks around the ring and directs his first comments towards the wrestlers laying in the ring…

Lane: Look guys, I have nothing personal against you, you were all just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

RW: Id hate to see what happens when he gets mad at someone…

Lane: In case some of you may not remember, or perhaps you weren’t privileged enough to witness my previous run in this company, my name is Sean Lane and you may address me as “The Sweetness,” a SFT Hall of Famer, a 2-time SFT World Champion and the most controversial and best wrestler the SFT has ever seen. I told you all that I would be back soon enough and guess what, tonight marks my official return to the ring for Strike Fantasy Towers. From here on out, you will all be privy to my pretty face week in and week out and my exploits will be the work of a genius on a mission and only at its completion will you respect the true magnitude of what you have just witnessed.

I'm putting every single wrestler in this company on notice right now. Sean Lane has a problem and he won’t stop until that problem has been cleared up. That problem, of course, is the SFT itself…and until I destroy it once and for all…something countless others have tried but failed in, I will be causing havoc, hurting people, destroying careers and there isn’t a member of this company that is going to stop me. Tonight was the warning shot…soon enough the real battle begins.

Lane drops to a knee and puts a few more punches to the blood covered face of The Dark Wolf. He laughs with each blow he delivers and after about 2 security finally starts coming down the ramp. They hit the ring and Lane stands up, drops the mic and rolls himself over the top rope, to the floor and takes off through the crowd, laughing as he goes…

RW: Well, we started off the show with a good match and the return of a Hall of Famer…if the rest of the show is half as good the fans at home have gotten a bargain tonight…

"And in my last hours I saw death, and he smiled as I passed. I took no comfort in his eyes, empty and as dead as the last plague. Only in death could I find peace, but death was not meant for me. I returned to the land of the living, and I now know only pain." He says with a sigh.

"Too emo." She replies as she pulls a razor lade from under the table and places both at her side.

"Eh, you know how depression is. Bitch, bitch, bitch." He says as he closes his notebook.

"Not really. I've got all I need, no reason to be depressed. You need a vacation."

"Where? I've been everywhere. The world seems pointless when theres nothing left to see."

"Stop being emo. God, I swear. Look, I told you I'd stick around. I'm here for you, I'm sharing my drugs, and we'll have some drinks later. Hopefully we'll find a nice bar fight, and we can end a perfect date. I even told you that I'd wear the ring again if we could work things out. Stop bitching, stop being emo, and start looking around. Things aren't that bad. You've got alot to take in, and now that you gave up your old life you can take it in with me. Don't expect me to deal with your bitching and emo ways, though. That shit has to stop. I'll slap some sense into you, God knows we need a good fight every now and than."

"Fine, fine. I guess I do need a vacation. I was thinking of buying an island before the company went bankrupt. You know, something small. Just somewhere where I could build a small hut, maybe swim a little. The icing on the cake would be watching the sunset." He looks off into the celing, almost picturing it a she closes his eyes.

"I'm pretty sure Allisa has a few of her own islands. If you really wanted we could talk to her about it."

He opens his eyes quickly. "No, no. Now that we're in the states we shoulden't rush things. I think there's lots of unfinished bussiness here, not to mention shit to do in SFT."

She laughs and smirks. "I never said i'd go with you."

"So mean." He puffs out his lips and makes a puppy face.

"That's fucking creepy, Jeff." She says as she opens the bag of powder.

"I learned it from Salem."

"He's still alive?" She replies, suprised.

"Well, yeah. Allisa sent him back to me after they found him in your hotel room. He's near death, though. Good thing he's got million dollar insurence."

"So you don't care about his life?"

"Why should I? He wants to die, might as well let him." He saus with a laugh.

"Can't argue with that logic. Now, shut up. I'm about to split this...."

Brad Wolfe: Alright. Let's do this. You got it. You definitely got this. Carson's a bitch.

The lights in the arena dim to a low glow. Suddenly “Fatal” by The RZA hits. As soon as the song begins the arena lights go completely out as green and gold strobe lights flash from either side of the entrance. A few seconds pass until Amphetamine emerges from the backstage area to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She smirks and looks around at the crowd, taking it all in. She walks slowly to the beginning of the ramp. Ring Announcer: Introducing… From Kalamazoo, Michigan… AMPHETAMINE!!!!

Suddenly, she sprints forward and down the ramp. She slides in under the bottom rope and leaps to her feet. She walks over to the ring ropes facing the apron and jumps onto the bottom rope. She raises her arms in the air as she bounces up. As she does this silver pyro shoots from the nearest turnbuckles. She climbs up to the middle rope and then springs backwards doing a backflip, landing in the middle of the ring. Control by Puddle of Mudd hits the speakers and Rain enters the arena. Her walk is measured and deliberate, each step careful, and concise, each look calculated and thoughtful. She climbs between the bottom and middle rope and walks to her corner and waits for the match to begin.

The lights dim and “Faint” by Linkin park. As the song starts to pick up the fans start to cheer the popular heel. Cody Carson steps out through the curtain and smirks at the fans strutting down to the ring, with Carmen Dumas coming down behind him he rolls under the bottom rope and jumps to his feet, Sitting on the middle rope allowing Carmen to step throw he walks to the center of the ring. She drops to her knees and he shoots his arms out to the side in a crucifix pose as red and blue fire works explode from the corners. Carson pulls his girl up and walks over to the far right corner. He jumps onto the middle rope, turns and sits on the top turnbuckle. Carmen walks over and kisses him then leans between his legs and they wait.

Cody Carson holds his hands high in the air and waits for Amphetamine to get up. Amphetamine gets to her feet and nails Cody with a Hip Toss into the side of the ring and Amphetamine then drops to the floor hard. Rain Falls to her feet climbs to the ring and charges from behind and a missile dropkick to the back of Carson’s head and he hit’s the mat. Rain Falls grabs Amphetamine and rolls her into the ring. Rain on the apron waits as Amphetamine stumbles slowly to her feet holding the back of her neck as she Springboards to the top rope and then dropkicks Amphetamine back to the ground. Rain goes for the cover.. One….. Two…. Kick out.

Rain Falls drops an elbow to Amphetamine. Then she picks her up and shoots him off Rain Falls with a clothsline but Amphetamine ducks it. Off the ropes Amphetamine with a flying forearm.. But Rain Falls ducks and Amphetamine tumbles to the outside. Rain Falls heads to that side of the ring to get him as Cody Carson enters the ring and grabs her by the hair and DDT’s her into the mat. Carson covers.. One…. Two….. Th kickout. Carson to his feet poses to the crowd as they cheer. He reaches down for Rain Falls and gets a claw to the face as he yells out. He stumbles turning around and bumps into Amphetamine who is just standing there. Amphetamine then grabs Carson and hits him with “Adrenaline Rush”' and covers… one……. Two…….. Thr Rain Falls breaks the pincount.

Rain Falls grabs Amphetamine and picks her up and puts her in DDT position but Amphetamine spins out and nails her with a super kick, and she falls to the mat. Cody Carson slowly to his feet waits for Amphetamine... Then Amphetamine turns around and Cody Carson grabs Amphetamine and puts her in the Ticket to Heaven. Amphetamine‘s eyes go wide as she realizes what kind of a position she is in. Then looks around for the ropes and cringes as the pain sets in. Then the hold is released as Rain Falls grabs Carson and points to Amphetamine as the ref looks at Amphetamine she Kicks Carson in the crotch. Rain Falls turns around and drops a fist on Amphetamine and grabs her arm into a wristlock position then turns it into a hammerlock and grabs her and nails her with a sideslam. Rain Falls then grabs Amphetamine for a back suplex.. But Amphetamine blocks it. Then Cody Carson comes up on the other side grabbing for a back suplex on the opposite side and lifts.. Amphetamine elbows him to the head. Then Rain Falls and Cody Carson double clothesline her to the outside of the ring.

Carson quickly knees Rain Falls in the gut and delivers a suplex on Rain. Amphetamine stands on the outside and Carson runs off the ropes and delivers a baseball slide to Amphetamine on the outside. She falls back hitting her head on the announcer table. Carson climbs up the turn buckle and looks at Rain in the ring. He signals it and hit a “Point of Authority” on Rain. He goes for the cover. One…Two…Three.

"I'll just go in there and tell her this King thing isn't going to work."

Laughing comes from the locker room as Allisa gets a frustrated look on her face and angrily opens the door. She finds Rachel standing over Jeff King, teasing his chin with her left index finger. Allisa rushes over and knock Rachel's hand away from King as if there some disease to protect her from. Allisa looks at King with a death stare as Rachel reaches back down again to touch his chin. Frustrated, Allisa knocks her hand away once more. Rachel looks at Allisa, sticking her tounge out at her. She than bends down and runs a hand through King's hair, which makes Allisa pull her off of King.

"Chill, it's just harmless fun!" She says, looking back at Allisa

Allisa frowns and looks down on her. "He's leaving, you're not seeing him again."

"Excuse me?" She says in a stern voice. "He's not going anywhere."

She points to a nearby table where four lines of white powder have been seperated. Allisa looks over at them and shales her head.

JC - "Folks this match promises to be good, real good. The Tag Team champions are two ex-champions in their own right, and tonight they face some tricky opposition in the shape of Sweetheart and Precious."

RW - "You can say that again, but I'd take a deep breath before you try it..."

The arena is completely dark as "Bullet-Proof Skin" begins. The only light now comes from the illuminated screen as words appear and pass.. "Carnal"..."Fatal"...."Immortal" The guitar riffs and the crowd pops insanely. Smoke sifts through the entrance ramp, the lights beneath it illuminating it. As the lights are turned on Havoc walks through the smoke to another pop. Havoc joins TGM on the stage and they make their way down the ramp with their tag team titles strapped around their waists.

AS - "The following match up is for one fall, and it is for the Strike Fantasy Towers Tag Team Championships. Introducing first the Champions, at a combined weight of five hundred and seven pounds, Havoc and The Great Malinko!"

Havoc and TGM roll in and hand their belts to the referee before turning to the stage awaiting their opponents.

AS - "And introducing the Challengers, hailing from Greenwich, Connecticut, at a combined weight of two hundred and seventy pounds, Precious and Sweetheart!"

"She" by Tom Jones hits and Precious walks out with Sweetheart following, they make their way to the ring ramp before looking at one another and nodding in agreement, they both stands still for a moment and then charge towards the ring. Havoc and Malinko0 stand ready as they slide in and try to spear down their opponents early on! Amanda Summers has to scramble out of the ring as they make it in, and the referee calls for the bell.

JC - "The girls aren't wasting any time here!"

Sweetheart fails to take down Malinko, miserably. Malinko throws her to one side before kicking her in the stomach and forcing her to exit the ring, but Precious manages to trip Havoc up, and makes sure he can't get back up by scratching at him until he scrambles out of the ring, embarrassed. Malinko turns around at the same time as Precious and they come face to face. Confident from her earlier escapade, Precious charges at Malinko but finds herself running head first into a solid fist that blocks her path.

RW - "Yeouch! Precious took a full force blow there!"

Precious picks herself back up and charges at Malinko again, but finds her tiny frame hoisted up and spun into a back breaker that leaves her writhing in agony on the canvas. Malinko hauls her back to her feet and throws her towards the ropes, she bounces back and finds herself caught in a sidewalk slam. Malinko makes the cover and Sweetheart comes in to break it up - Havoc blocks her off though and the count continues.

1...

2...

Kick out, the referee barely had a two count. Malinko looks to pick Precious up again, but isntead he gets an elbow to the gut for his trouble. Precious manages to knee him in the face on her way back up and takes her much larger opponent to the mat with a falling bulldog. She starts to barrage him with kicks and elbows as he lies on the mat - meanwhile there is a stir at the entrance ramp as Amphetamine and Brad Wolfe make their way down to the ring.

JC - "What the hell, Brad Wolfe and Amphetamine are on their way down here - one of the newest tag teams in SFT!"

RW - "They must be here to stake a claim at the Titles!"

Brad and Amphetamine stand at the bottom of the ramp while Precious continues with her assault, oblivious. Havoc and Sweetheart ignore them for now, concentrating on the match. Malinko grabs Precious' foot as she tries to kick out at him again and trips her up onto her back, he locks her in a Boston crab, but it's too close to the ropes and Precious is easily capable of grabbing them to break the hold. Precious picks herself up as Malinko tags out to Havoc, they both approach Precious in the corner as the referee gets in their road and tells Malinko to leave - as he does this, Amphetamine grabs Precious' legs and trips her up again, before dragging her nearer to the ring-post and starting to batter her knee off of it.

JC - "Amphetamine is assaulting Precious here!"

Amphetamine rounds the attack off by slamming Precious' head into the mat a few times before returning to her spot at the bottom of the ramp. Precious manages to pick herself up as far as slumping in the bottom buckle of the corner furthest away from Sweetheart. Havoc picks her up out of the corner and looks to hit a quick suplex, as he does, Precious manages to hold onto the ropes, stopping him lifting her up. She manages to catch her bearings enough to hit Havoc in the gut whilst he has a hold of her, Precious then rolls past his left leg and manages to get him onto the mat in a quick roll-up pin!

1...

2...

Kick out!

JC - "Another kick out, Havoc was caught off guard there."

RW - "He really doesn't look sharp at all..."

Havoc kicks out and stands up, he throws a few ineffectual fore-arms at Precious as she takes the opportunity to make it to her corner for the tag. Once Sweetheart is in the ring, she sprints at Havoc and gets a clothesline for her bother. She bounces back up and runs at him again, this time a reverse elbow catches her and she falls into the ropes. She props herself up and turns around in time to catch Havoc trying to kick her in the face, Sweetheart ducks and Havoc ends up hung up on the ropes. Sweetheart propels herself off of the opposing ropes and drop-kicks him to the outside of the ring before finally letting the elbow take its effects and falling to the mat. The referee checks on Sweetheart while Brad and Amphetamine swoop like vultures on Havoc on the outside, kicking and punching him for everything they're worth. Wolfe shouts out that he wants Havoc's title as he rains down the blows on the fallen ex- Champion.

JC – "It doesn't look like Amphetamine and Wolfe care who they're attacking, so long as they're doing enough damage!"

Malinko has caught site of what is going on and has tried to run across the ring to stop it – but the referee stops him and Malinko is forced to watch as his partner is attacked on the outside. Havoc is rolled back in by Amphetamine and Wolfe, and Malinko is returned to his corner. He watches carefully as the attackers make their way back to the bottom of the ramp, and drops down from the apron to get at them. He sneaks round hiding behind the apron before getting close enough to Wolfe.

JC – "Malinko looks like he wants revenge!"

Malinko jumps out and thumps Wolfe in the back of the head, knocking him onto Amphetamine, he starts to attack both of them in turn before returning to his corner. Inside the ring, Havoc is under Sweethearts control. Dazed and out of control, Havoc has stumbled into punch after punch, DDT after DDT and all the kicks a mule can hand out. Sweetheart tags in Precious and they execute a double suplex before Precious pins Havoc.

1…

2…

Thre-

Malinko dives onto the pin to break it before three is counted. The referee has to escort him to the corner as Precious and Havoc pick themselves up – Precious starts laying in the right handed fore-arms right away, leaving Havoc off balance as he stumbles towards the corner. She props Havoc up on the second rope before trying t climb up for a suplex , but Havoc fight back while she's climbing up, and pushes her onto her back in the middle of the ring! Havoc ascends to the tope rope and signals to the cheering crowd…

JC – "Havoc is going up top here – what's he looking for?!"

RW – "Flying elbow!"

Havoc delivers a flying elbow to the heart of Precious before rolling over and starting to crawl towards the corner to tag in Malinko. Malinko comes in in time to see Sweetheart running towards him, Malinko knocks her back with two quick-fire punches before whipping her to the corner – Sweetheart bounces out of the corner unsteadily and Malinko locks in a full nelson, he forces her to her knees and locks in Make a Wish!

JC – "Make a Wish! Malinko has Sweetheart in the Make a Wish!"

RW – "Sweetheart's giving up!"

JC – "Malinko and Havoc retain their Tag Team titles!"

Brad Wolfe and Amphetamine look on from the outside as the referee hands the two belts back to Havoc and Malinko. Wolfe appears to be shouting that they want the titles, as Amphetamine nods in agreement and motions a belt across her waist.

Brass Martin: What are we going to do, Lou?

[Louis looks up, confused.]

Brass Martin: This Aj Nin Red Rum guy. He comes back from the dead talking about the Dead Pac this... the Dead Pac that...

[Louis shakes his head, then starts lacing up his boots.]

Brass Martin: Okay, I know he wasn't really dead. What are we going to do about him?

[Louis stands up and cracks his knuckles. He then walks out of the room and Brass is left alone.]

Brass Martin: Oh right. Take him out. Why didn't I think of that?

[Brass walks out of the room. Before the camera fades away, we see the silhoutte on the wall of a man and laughter is heard.]

JC: What was that all about?

RW: I have no idea. I'm not paid enough to know.

RW: Look at all that garbage! A mop!

JC: Barbedwire shoes?

RW: A cardboard cutout of Randy Travis?!

JC: This match is going to be great.

[The camera pans out into the audience as the music fades. There a few rows back is a 1970 Ford Pinto.]

RW: How the hell did that get in here?

JC: Mexicans are crazy, Randy.

RW: Oh... right...

["South of Heaven" by Slayer plays and Louis Cypher walks out. He walks to the ring and around, looking at the piles of carnage around the ring. He sees a BB gun, exploding tennis balls, plastic bags, a flower vase, a keyboard, the old Holocaust swastika, Kamikaze's cow costume head, and a banjo. He looks at the garbage and then asks for more. He walks over to a fan eating a chalupa and he snatches it.]

JC: Cypher just stole that man's half eaten chalupa!

RW: OH MY GOD!!

[Louis slides into the ring and immediatly goes after Allisa. He shoves the chalupa in her mouth and forces her to the mat as the referee calls for the opening bell.]

JC: Her shoulders are down! 1... 2... NO!

[Allisa managed to bash him in the side of the head with brass knuckles she pulled out of her pocket. She slides out of the ring and spits out the nasty chalupa, then looks for more weapons. She picks up the cardboard cutout of Randy Travis and gives it a hug, then goes back into the ring.]

RW: I bet Christian Cage would like that...

JC: What?

RW: Nothing.

[She walks over to Louis who is getting to his feet. She walks over and forearms the side of his head. He staggers and she uses the edge of the cardboard to rub against his head until he gets a papercut. Blood trickles down his head and onto the cardboard. She tosses it aside and rolls Louis out of the ring. She then climbs out after him and jumps down. As she does, he swings the mop and hits her right in the gut. He then grabs her head and DDTs her onto the flower vase, putting a big crack in it. It did not break, so he picks it up and smashes it on her head. Now she is bleeding along with him.]

JC: There's blood so soon. I love it!

[He picks up the Holocaust swastika and spits on it, then cracks it in half and tosses it aside.]

RW: Doesn't seem like he's a Holocaust fan.

[Louis digs through the weapons and he finds a black Hefty bag. He sits Allisa up and puts it over her head, holding it at the neck. As she gasps for oxygen, he releases the hold and then picks her up onto his shoulder. He lifts her up in a gorilla press and tosses her into the crowd, where she crowd surfs all the way to the Ford Pinto. Louis climbs over the guardrail and makes his way to the car, pulling her down from the surf. He throws her onto the top of the car and climbs up the hood. As he stands on top, he helps her back up and pauses. His hesitation causes her to regain composure and she lowblows him, then delivers a wristlock samoan driver to him right on top of the car!]

JC: FAREWELL WALTZ!

RW: That's a big dent!

[She tries to pin, but the referee has to run from the ring. He finally makes it and counts on the hood.]

JC: 1... 2... NO!

RW: Cypher managed to kick out after that impressive move from Ms. O'Toole.

[Allisa crawls away from the car and stands up. She opens the driver's door and turns the key. It starts up and she honks the horn for people to move aside. The referee gets in the passenger side and a camera man gets in the back. They all put on seatbelts as she drives through the crowd. The fans go wild as she heads to the loading door. She drives out into the parking lot and speeds towards a brick wall. At the last second, she slams on the breaks and Louis flies off of the top of the car and hits the wall.]

JC: Good Lord, this woman is crazy!

[Allisa gets out of the car and climbs onto the top, then dives off with a double rotation moonsault!]

RW: WHIRLING DERVISH!

JC: This has got to be over!

RW: 1... 2... NO!

JC: How the hell did Cypher kick out that time? He should be dead.

[Allisa gets up and looks around for weapons. As she does, Cypher sits up and looks at the fans. One fan walks over with a small mallet in hand. He gives it to Cypher, who staggers towards Allisa. He bashes the back of her skull with the mallet and goes for the cover.]

RW: 1... 2... NO!

[Allisa gets her shoulder up somehow and Cypher takes a breather.]

JC: This match is insane. Why are we seeing this?

RW: These Mexicans must love violence, I reckon.

[Cypher pushes through the fans and wipes blood from his eyes as he finds a table. He drags it over next to the car and looks in the backseat. He pulls out a spool of barbed wire, a small burlap bag of thumbtacks, and a small can of gas. He wraps the table with the wire and tosses the tacks on top. He then douses the table in gas as he looks around for more. He rips off the passenger door of the Pinto and sets it on top of the table. He walks over to Allisa, who -- unbeknownst to Cypher -- has a lead pipe. As she turns around, she swings the pipe, but he ducks. She drops the lead pipe and kicks him in the nuts!]

JC: Oh! The ultimate weapon!

RW: Yikes...

[Allisa throws Cypher over by the car and aids him in getting on top of the bashed car once again. As she they are both on top, she smiles and lights a match... tossing it onto the table and setting it ablaze! Without hesitation, she hits a leapfrog bulldog through the massive pile of carnage!]

JC: They've got to be dead!

RW: Cypher is on fire!

[An EMT on hand extinguishes Cypher. When the smoke clears, Allisa is laying on top of him. The referee makes the count...]

JC: 1... 2... 3!

"Get yourself ready, I'm going to make sure security is a little relaxed so we can make our announcement. You know somethin' old man..."

"What?" comes a voice from inside the office, he doesn't sound pleased at being called an old man.

"I got a good feelin' about this, y'know?"

Drago shuts the door of his office and notices the camera down the hall as he walks way from the door.

JC: I smell confrontation.

RW: I smell body odor. Did you shower today?

[Red smoke rises up from the stage and the ramp as Aj Nin Red Rum walks out from the backstage area. He stands at the top of the ramp and he stares at the Dead Pac as the lights brighten a little. Wasting no time, Aj Nin walks forward and he stands in front of the two men. He puts his hands out and moves the two aside, mouthing out "Let met show you how it's done." He walks through the two men and heads to the ring.]

JC: Look at them. They are flabergasted by what they just saw.

[Brass starts to go after Aj Nin, but Cypher grabs his shoulder and shakes his head. Brass sighs and the two men go back up the ramp and disappear to the backstage area.]

[An outburst of emotion -- this time mixed -- comes from the full capacity crowd. Aj Nin is in the ring at this point, standing in the center and watching the stage. The lights come back on and the music fades. Moments later, "Throw Yo Hood Up" by Lil' Boosie starts to play. Sean Rollins bounces out onto the stage, trying to get the fans into his persona. They don't accept him here in Mexico, so they boo him. He blows them off and bounces down to the ring...]

Amanda Summers: Bouncing to the ring at this time... he is the current and reigning Intercontinental Heavyweight Champion... SEAN ROLLINS!

[Sean gets to the ring and he slides into the ring, rushing towards Aj Nin to startle him, but the legend doesn't budge. Sean bounces off the ropes and swings the title in Aj Nin's face, coming inches from it and still no movement. Sean stops bouncing and he gets in Aj Nin's face, acting tough. Aj Nin smiles and headbutts Sean, sending him down to his knees. The referee slides the Intercontinental Title over to the corner and calls for the opening bell. Aj Nin gets Sean in a headlock and Sean gets to his feet, backing Aj Nin to the ropes. He pushes him off and Sean drops to make Aj Nin jump over him, but Aj Nin stops after leaping and he turns around. He looks down at Sean as he gets to his feet and Aj Nin bounces off the ropes and knees him in the face.]

RW: Yikes. This guy hasn't missed a step.

[Aj Nin helps him up and the two men lock horns. Sean backs Aj Nin into the corner, but Aj Nin reverses and starts to choke the younger superstar. The referee counts to four and Aj Nin releases the hold, backs away, and then jabs Sean's jaw. The referee badgers him to open his fists. Aj Nin smiles and blatantly gives Sean a fully closed uppercut.]

JC: Is he trying to get disqualified?

[Aj Nin finally backs away and the referee attends to Rollins. He walks to the opposite turnbuckle and removes the top pad, to the fan's delight. He turns around and goes back to Rollins, who is gainging composore. Aj Nin tries to Irish whip the young star, but he reverses it... sending Aj Nin into the exposed turnbuckle with great force. Aj Nin falls to the mat and holds his chest as he escapes from the ring. Rollins throws his arms up and he bounces off the ropes. He flies out of the ring with a suicide plancha and now both men are down. The referee starts a ten count, but Rollins gets up at four. He helps the legend up and slams his head on the ring barrier. He then rests Aj Nin's head on the barrier and climbs on top. He tries to get the fan's approval before dropping an elbow on the legend's head. He hears the referee get to eight and quickly slides back into the ring, stopping the count. Rollins slides back out and when he approaches Aj Nin, he gets an elbow to the stomach. Aj Nin grabs him by the neck and tosses him back into the ring. The legend walks up the ring steps and gets back into the ring. He helps Rollins up and sets him up for a reverse suplex. As he lifts him in the air, he holds him for a moment.]

RW: He's showing off now. He just let go of Sean's side...

JC: That's skill.

[With a smile, Aj Nin turns in a circle using his free hand to get the audience to cheer. He then drops Rollins behind him and drops him with a hard stunner.]

RW: DARKNESS FALLS! This has got to be over!!

[Aj Nin goes for the cover...]

JC: 1...

RW: Somebody is running down the ramp. It's... Shawn Walsh!

JC: 2...

[Walsh gets to the ring and pulls the referee out, causing him to crash onto the mat outside of the ring. The ref remains holding his arm as Walsh slides into the ring. Aj Nin notices the count was stopped and he stands up. When he turns around, he stands face-to-face with the Hardcore Champion. Walsh smiles as he climbs the turnbuckle. He motions for Aj Nin to step aside as he jumps off with a 450 splash.]

RW: THE TOTAL EFFECT!

[Walsh smirks as he slides out of the ring and looks at Sean's title. He helps the ref up and slides him into the ring as Aj Nin puts a fot on Sean's chest. The referee counts again... oblivious to all that had happened...]

JC: 1... 2... 3!

RW: Aj Nin Red Rum wins!

JC: With help from Shawn Walsh?

RW: Help? Rollins was down for the count. Walsh just wanted to cause some pain...

Security Guard: You can't park here! Oh, I'm so sorry.

RW: Who is that?

JC: The president.

RW: Just shut up.

The crowd begins to shout as the arena goes white and pictures of mosques, churches, temples, and religious ceremonies from many different religions appear on the striketron. Pictures of people enjoying picnics, a baby being born, a couple dancing, etc. appear on the jumbotron. As the fans begin to cheer a light shines onto the ramp as the pictures on the jumbotron change to a big grey screen. “Black Angel, White Angel” by Danzig hits the pa as a beautiful image of a flower blooming appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into deep white which flashes into blue every other second, than back into white. A heavenly call is sent out over the pa as a group of people appear from behind the curtain. They are all wearing white and they all take spots at the side of the ramp way and kowtow every now and then sitting up and holding their hearts and arms open to the sky. Galahad Alexander walks from behind the curtains, dressed in a ceremonial robe. It's white and drags the ground behind him for a good ten feet. The crowd beings to cheer, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He smiles to the crowd with a kindly smile, one that you would find on a nice old grandfather. Comfortable images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys. Galahad makes his way to the ring nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, cheer him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his robe, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the back turnbuckle and bows to the fans. Before the match starts he kneels on the ground and kowtows towards the ramp. He sits up and holds his arms open towards the sky like the people on the ramp were doing earlier. However, he only does this once while they did it for his whole entrance

The lights in the arena dim and then fade completely out. Suddenly two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Blue pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. "God of the Mind" by Disturbed begins to blare over the sound system. Red strobe lights then begin to flash about the arena. Just before the song picks up again, you can hear a voice say...

"In Shawn We Trust... Mortal..."

Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd rises to their feet with horrendous boos as they know who is to come. "The Answer" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a black, leather jacket and a pair of black sunglasses. He has on no shirt and wears a pair of baggy, crimson pants. Over his right shoulder is his Hardcore Championship belt.

Chimpo: Now on his way to the ring... From Jacksonville, Florida... "The Answer" SHAWN WALSH!!!!

( Walsh smirks and struts down to the ring, making obscene gestures at the fans, causing them go even more insane with hatred. Walsh reaches the ring and jumps up onto the apron. He chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises the Hardcore Title to the crowd, getting even more boos. He blows sarcastic kisses out to his "fans". Walsh jumps down and places the Title in the hands of the referee. He strips himself of his jacket. He throws his glasses towards the first row of the arena, in an attempt to hit - and hopefully injure - a fan.

Shawn gets into the ring as Galahad charges him with a clothsline but Shawn ducks and Nails him with High Voltage knocking Galahad straight out of the ring.. Shawn heads to the outside and covers for the pin.. ONE….. TWO….. THREE..

JC: Shawn wins the Hardcore Title.

"We've had some crazy matches tonight."

"I know, I'm really looking foward to our main event."

The curtains part suddenly and out walks Allisa O'Toole with a look of anger but a touch of knowing in her face. She stops on the ramp and looks over at the announcers who quickly shut up and give her their attention. She holds a mic to her face and looks at the crowd as she speaks.

"Rachel Pitt, get out here this instance! You defy me once and I fire you. You defy me twice and I give you your hundreth second chance... But not tonight."

Allisa takes a few flustered at the top of the stage then continues, looking at the floor.

"Your job is on the line here!"

Silence, no one comes.

"Do you think I'm joking? I said..."

She cut off as "No One Knows" By Queens of The Stone Age plays and Rachel Pitt walks from behind the curtain with Jeff King, who has his arm around her. The two stop, King yawns, and Pitt stares at Allisa, waiting for more bullshit. When Allisa smirks, Rachel returns with the implication of 'wanker' waving her hand from side to side. These charming Brits. Allisa smiles and shakes her head.

"I was going to fire you both on the spot, but you've given me a good idea. If you two are such a great couple than why not prove it in the ring? I mean, you won't listen to me and if you're attached at the private parts again... It doesn't seem right to get rid of you for some reason. After all, I only have a million reasons to fire you both, but this has been a good night for me. I'm going to go... easy... on you."

The two look at each other, they share a quick kiss.

"You, my own worst enemies... for even in my dreams I couldn't think of greater abominations, will become my own personal tag team!"

Allisa drops the mic and grabs King by the neck. King tries to fight her off but gets tossed off the top of the stage and onto the concrete and equipment below.

The camera gets a close up on the paper. It appears to be a contract.

RW: Someone is getting signed here, tonight.

The entrance clouds with smoke, fireworks flare through the visual obstruction sending sparkes everywhere, and South West Voodoo hits as The Great Malinko makes his way through the fog to the ring. He rolls into the ring and runs against the ropes to prepare himself for the match. Aman

da Summers: and his opponent... from Boston, Massachusetts... Connor MacDaddy!

"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot plays and green lights flood the arena. The music plays while Malinko waits impatiently in the ring.

JC: Is he coming out here or what?

RW: He's a chicken!

JC: Nah... he must be on his way out...

The song continues to play, and after about a minute the music stops and Malinko is standing in the ring with his arms open as to ask what was going on...

RW: Where is he?

The song then starts out again and a man in a long robe, covering his face walks out...

JC: Who is that?

He has a microphone in his hand...

Connor MacDaddy: Malinko... I'm sorry... I just can't fight...

RW: Told you he's a chicken!

JC: Shut up!

Connor MacDaddy: Wrestling... it's something I have grown so far apart from... sorry. I don't even want to show my face on television... There is nothing anybody can do or say to get me back in that ring... Good-bye.

RW: What? So he's just gunna leave? Come on!

Connor walks to the back as he is thundered with boos... and Malinko looks pissed. The referee begins a ten-count...

JC: It's not too late for Connor, he just needs to get back in the ring by the ten-count...

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

10!

JC - "It looks like someone's been in Allisa's office!"

RW - "It's probably another one of those crazy fans sniffing her chair again..."

Drago - "Yo Allisa!"

The voice of the CEO distracts Allisa from the door for a moment.

Allisa - "Yeah?"

Wham! As soon as her attention is diverted from the door, something bursts out of the room and knocks her to the floor.

JC - "Shit! Someone just burst out of that office!"

She puts up a good fight, but being caught off guard takes it's toll and the figure looming over her starts to get the upper hand, laying in punches as quickly and forcefully as he can until he notices blood seeping out of the mouth of the President of SFT. The figure stands up, finally revealing his familiar face to the cameras as he does.

RW - "That's Myris!"

JC - "Stephen Young is back in SFT, and he's just attacked our President!"

RW - "Worse than that, it looks like the CEO, Drago, knew about it!"

Myris stands up straight and cracks his neck as he stares straight forward with a rather sick satisfied smile on his face. He starts to walk off camera as Drago approaches him.

Drago - "Where the hell are you goin'?"

Myris - "Thanks for bringing me back - I owe you one."

Drago - "That ain't what I asked, where the hell are you goin'?!"

Myris - "The ring..."

JC - "Myris is coming down here!"

We cut back to the ring...

The crowd sit expectantly in their seats as the first murmurings of 'Head like a Hole' start to play out into the arena, strobe lights start to strafe the arena as the crowd start to boo who they expect to appear. As the heavy line kicks in Myris emerges from the back behind the curtain. Myris makes his way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, he stands up and calls for a microphone from Amanda Summers at Ringside. She throws him one obediently and he starts to talk over the boos of the crowd.

Myris - "Once upon a time, I owned this fucking ring."

The crowd are relentless as they boo over Myris' words.

Myris - "Once upon a time... I could have beaten anyone out there in the back!"

The crowd start an asshole chant as Myris continues on his tirade.

Myris - "Well that time has come once again. This Friday at Inferno, I want anyone in that locker-room, be they a champion, a rookie, an ageing hipster or even the bastard child of one of the owners... I want you to come to the ring on Inferno, and stand face to face with me and then I'm going to make an example of you!"

JC - "Myris is issuing an open challenge for this Friday Night!"

RW - "Who will pick it up!?"

Myris - "Now whoever is sitting back there, thinking about taking this challenge up - just take a moment to reflect on the task you're undertaking. Just take a look at the roster of talent that couldn't overcome me... and think how your name would look at the bottom of that list."

Allisa: We're so happy you're here tonight and please, don't smoke in here.

Right Where It Belongs by NIN hits the pa as a beutiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cacoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into gold which flashes into silver every other second, than back into gold. Images of babies being born and people filing into churches and other social places to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as white powder begins to call from the arena celing. Soon, the jumbotron shows images of past Jeff King matches from SFT and RWA. Finaly, the last image shown is of Jeff King holding the SFT title above his head after his first world title win.

JEFF KING appears on the jumbotron as King walks from behind the curtains with Pitt at his side, dressed in torn and tattered battle clothes. They are black and show wear from any battles, As if it's tradition to wear them in each battle he had. The crowd beings to cheer, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He has his trademark cane at his side, the tip sharpened into a spike. Around his neck is barbed wire, tied together into a huge rope of wire.

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, slapping the fans hands, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, cheer him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his shirt, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and nods to the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring with his barbed wire.

JC: The man formerly known as Nirvana.

RW: It was a quick change. I don't think anyone noticed that he changed, but Saint Jude is still here to face him. It'll be a challenge, and a match I hope the fans remember.

JC: Last years Lethal Lottery brought these two men together. Hopefully they learned enough from eah other to make this match legendary.

Ring Of Fire by Johnny Cash hits the PA and a golden light shines over the ring. A Roman cross appears on the jumbotron with the name JUDE over it in green letters. The fans begin to cheer his name as Jude walks from behin the curtain and onto he ramp where he looks towards King. At his side is a baseball bat. King laughs and eggs him on to enter the ring. Jude begins to walk towards the ring. He slides in and look straight into Kings eyes.

RW: Starting quick, I see.

JC: Jude is no fool. He knows King plays dirty, so he has to play just a little dirtier.

Jude laughs and rushes at King, but King grabs Jude by the arm and taeks him down to the mat with an arm lock. Jude is forced to drop the bat, but king keeps the pressure coming. Jude begins to laugh and looks straight into King's face. King puts more pressure on the arm but Jude keeps laughing.

King gets frustrated and releases the hold. Jude is still on the mat laughing and King stomps on the same arm! Jude slowly gets to his feet while King watches and waits. Jude, now on his feet, looks around the ring.

He sees his bat, but King has his foot on it. Jude laughs again and rushes King. King isn't fast enough this time and takes a knee to the ribs. Jude than grabs King by the hair and toses him to the mat. He bends down and punches King in the face. One time, two times, three times, four times. KIng powers out and grabs Judes hand! Jude screams in pain as King twists his hand to the side and stands up. Jude has a moment of anger and quickly pulls King back to him in a game of tug of war. As King is pullsed towards him he grabs the bat and shoves it into Judes stomach!

JC: Jesus!

As JC and RW watch, Rachel Pitt walks from behind the ring entrence and stands in front of the announcers table. Jude, who has already gotten to his feet and powered the bat from King, looks over at her and smirks. King takes advantage and low blows Jude! Pitt laughs and takes a seat by RW.

Pitt: Well hello.

RW: You can't just distract a guy like that! This could have been a classic.

Pitt: I don't know what you're talking about. All I did was come out here to watch a wrestling match. It's just happens that a dear, dear friend of mine is involved.

JC: Dear friend? You're married! Estranged, maybe, but still married!

Pitt: THREE MONTH RULE, jeeze. Didn't get the memo, huh? Pfft. Don't bring up the past. It's not like I'm doing any harm, the fans love me.

King laughs and picks up the bat again, hitting Jude over the back with it. As the fans look on King raises the bat and lets out a Lions Roar! The roar cause Jude to fall over in fear, and King slams the bat into his ribs. He jams the bat deep into his side and laughs. He tosses the bat to the opposite side of the ring than points towards Pitt who bats her eyes at him and sticks out her lips.

JC: What do you call that? He obivously acknowledged you!

Pitt: Hmmm, what?

King helps Jude back up to his feet than lays him into the left turnbuckle. He's in complete pain from his ribs and at the moment is unable to move. King gets in Jude's face and goes for one more Lion's Roar! The Roar send's shivers over Jude's body. King turns to the fans who aren't sure how to react, but as he's turned around Jude grabs the bacttof Kings head and goes for a desperate DDT! The DDT is powerful enough to shake the whole ring!

Pitt: Hmmm. That's Jude's an alright wrestler.

JC: Serious?

Pitt: Well, yeah. I guess. I mean, he's still going to lose, but he's good.

RW: I thought you were one of the good guys!

Pitt: When it suits me. Darkness and religion, blah.

Jude goes to the top rope and drops a powerful leg drop on King!

JC: That’s going to hurt, but it’s hardly going to bust King open.

Pitt gets up out of her seat and walks down the ramp. She calls for the referee and beckons him out of the ring. Meanwhile, in the ring, Jude has picks King up and has started blasting King with accurate knuckle punches but it’s still not enough.

RW: What the hell is Pitt doing?

Jude lifts King up and hits the backbreaker and then rolls out of the ring. He’s startled by something and grabs a chair from the announcers table.

JC: HEY!

From under the ring, three midgets dressed up to look like Shadow, Switchblade and Mad Dogg come out. The three of them take on Jude and bring him down to the ground. It takes all three to lift him back up but the Switchblade midget immediately goes for the Deep Cut. Jude lifts the vertically challenged man up and over the barrier into the crowd! He’s too short to get back over.

JC: This is sick! It was these men who put Legion into the ground! Who’s idea was this?

RW: One guess…

Rachel Pitt is still talking to the referee when he starts to turn around. She grabs her stomach and starts screaming.

The Mad Dogg midget goes for the Dogg Byte but Jude doesn’t go anywhere. The little man who looks a little bit like the Dogg is brought down through the Spanish announcers table leaving only him and the Shadow midget. The remaining midget goes on to retreat back under the ring… Rachel gets back up and King is up on his feet. King looks at Pitt, vaguely confused but then smiles and nods as she blows him a kiss and walks back to the announcers table.

Pitt: I can’t believe I just got a stomach cramp! I was going down to tell the referee that I thought I could see three little men under the ring but he thought I was trying to distract him! I tell you, just because I have a bad reputation doesn’t mean people shouldn’t believe me!

JC: Shut up, we know what happened.

Pitt: You only think you know what happened. There were… no midgets.

King grabs onto the top rope and jumps over it, dropkicking Jude in the chest, sending him to the ground.

RW: You know Rachel, what you did was one of the sickest things I have ever seen someone do. You have no soul.

King gets up but Jude catches him with a surprise jab to the jaw, inspiring an exchange of blows. Jude gets the upper hand and DDTs Jeff King into the chair. Everyone gets up out of their seat to get a better look. Is he bleeding? It’s the question everyone has to ask and there are gasps as Jeff is flipped over and there isn’t even a speckle of blood.

Jeff sits up and grabs Jude by the throat. He gets up and whips Jude into the steel post. He goes for a clothesline, but Jude ducks and King’s shoulder is wrapped around the steep post instead! The former world champ lets out a groan but Jude follows up the assault with a yakuza kick into King’s injured arm! Jude then mounts King and starts hitting him with hard punches to the face.

“BLEED! BLEED! BLEED!” starts up but King gets a thumb to the eyes on Jude sending him back and this time King mounts Jude! And does exactly the same! The chant continues even when King gets up and picks up the chair, throwing that into the ring first, before rolling Jude in afterwards! King is last in, and sets Jude up, laying his head over the chair, like it’s a steel, uncomfortable, pointless pillow.

JC: What is he going to do now?!

RW: It looks like it could be the end of the match!

Jeff goes to the top rope and goes for the Spirit of the Stars. Jude is out of the way though when Jeff careers straight into the chair, slamming his chest and abs! But no blood! Jude picks up the bat and shouts at King to get up. When up onto his knees, Jude runs back into the ropes and then storms at King, wielding the bat. If it weren’t for Jeff moving at the last second, causing the bat to go straight down onto his shoulder, it would have nailed him between the eyes!

Jeff goes back down but low blows Jude before he can do anything more. Both men gather their thoughts on the mat and somehow they gets up at the same time. Jude nails King in his injured shoulder but King headbutts back. There’s a few shocked gasps in the ring as the ref searches both men’s head for a cut. King picks up the chair and tries to lift it over his head, but it doesn’t work. He can’t, leaving him open to a massive spear from St. Jude!

Pitt: I said he was good, but I still don’t think he’s going to win.

Both men get up again and three times King is knocked down by storming lariats by Jude. On the third knock down, something happens. Jeff King starts shaking on the mat, and shouting out. He bangs his fists on the mat and then flips up onto his feet. Saint Jude goes for the fourth clothesline but King reverses it by hitting him with a Superkick! Jeff picks up the chair and waits almost ceremoniously for Jude to get up before raising it high over his head with both hands and bringing it down!

RW: BLOOD! Shit! Saint Jude has been busted open.

JC: You have to, because there's still so much more to go

The entire arena goes pitch black and strange organ music begins to play, filling the arena and overpowering the fans. But the fans only get louder.

RW: What the hell is this now?

JC: I don't know, but maybe the rumor is true…

RW: What rumor?

JC: The guy in the car, from earlier.

A bright white spot light hits the center of the stage and there stands!

MEGAN THE MONSTER.

She throws up her arms and bows her head briefly. Amy Jo Smyth steps out from the curtain and stands next to Megan. They look at each other and smile.

JC: Holy shit!

RW: I told you.

JC: I can't believe it, Megan the Monster has returned. Megan the Monster is back.

She smiles; her hair has grown back, now touching the middle of her leather jacket, her destroyed jeans wear tightly on her lean and toned legs and her eyes survey everything up and down. Amy Jo still has her long, straight blonde hair, green eyes and fondness for white wife beaters.

RW: God she is hot, a total M.I.L.F.

JC: She is married now, you know that right.

RW: To whom?

JC: Hudson King.

RW: Who?

JC: Nevermind.

Megan walks around the ring as the song Crazy by Alanis Morissette plays. She leans up against the announcers table and grabs Randy White by the collar. She pulls him forward and kisses him square on the lips. She throws him back into his chair and he falls over. Amy Jo laughs and gives him a little wave.

JC: Okay! WA-HAY! Hey, Randy you okay?

RW: Wow, she is so hot.

JC: That AJ isn't bad either.

Megan grabs a microphone and steps into the ring, purposefully bending over more then usual for Randy. Amy Jo slides in under the ropes and quickly props herself up on a turnbuckle.

RW: She's teasing me now.

JC: Yeah, sure she is.

She steps into the center of the ring and wants to speak but the crowds keeps roaring. She looks over at AJ.

Megan: They won't stop.

AJ: They've missed you.

Megan: I can see that.

She waits patiently but finally gives up.

Megan: Okay guys, I'm going to keep this brief as possible since you guys just won't stop. I will no long be called 'Megan the Monster'.

Amy Jo does quote signals with her fingers.

Megan: Rather, just simply Megan Helms-King. No relation to Nirvana or whatever he's calling me himself lately. I'm quiet out of touch with things her. Considering Shawn Walsh is back, I figured why the hell not? Start a trend or something. Yeah, that's basically it. I'm back. For how long? I don't know. For what? I don't know. Who am I going to beat the shit out of first? Hm… I have somebody in mind.

JC: I wonder who she has in mind.

RW: I hope it's me. Beat me baby, beat me!

Megan drops the microphone, slides out of the ring and walks up the ramp. AJ follows, stopping only briefly to touch hands with people in the crowd.

RW: She's back, and don't call her Megan the Monster.

JC: It's just Megan Helms-King. That's a mouthful.

I’m Alive by Disturbed begins to play over the public address system as hazers rumble to life, filling the entryway with a thick layer of fog. The lights fade to black save for an ethereal violet glow from the stage below the fog.

The lights fade to black during the course of the first verse, save for an ethereal violet glow from the stage below the fog.

As the words are sung, they flash across the Strikatron:

A soundbyte plays over the music, a deep, soft male voice filling the arena.

The arena is plunged into darkness, but a with a gold spotlight shining down on the stage directly in front of the video wall.

The opening notes of "Welcome To The Jungle" by Guns N' Roses echo over the arena's PA system and as the vocal part of the song starts, Christian Cage walks out and stands underneath the spotlight with his back to the ring and to a deafening negative reaction (interspersed with "asshole" chants from the crowd).

Cage stretches his arms out to his sides, level with his shoulders so as to assume a crucifix position, and as he does so it triggers a series of pyrotechnic explosions on either side of him. As the smoke from the pyro dies away, Cage turns to face the ring and begins a slow, purposeful strut down the aisle.

RW: This man chose to be here over the opportunity to be with his sons!

JC: That’s determination, but remember, Cage believes that this is what his sons would want!

RW: I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he’s dedicating this match to Jon.

When he reaches the ring, Cage slides underneath the bottom rope and proceeds to climb to the top of each of the four turnbuckles in succession, assuming the crucifix position again at the top of each.

After climbing down from the last turnbuckle, Cage goes back to his corner and slowly removes his designer sunglasses, the chain from around his neck, and finally his black t-shirt, revealing his toned, muscular upper body.

Amanda Summers: And the current reigning world champion, the man they call the King of Chaos… Hekutsu!

As the sound of "Du Hast" by Rammstein plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark. The spotlights in the arena start to strobe in unison with the beat of the song. At the entrance way a light under the stage strobes to the song, as smoke fills the way. Out from the back comes Hekutsu, dressed in a black hooded robe, which covers his head to the point you cannot see his eyes. He stands, looking around the arena, and then raises his hands in the air. The lights come back on and Hekutsu makes his way to the ring. He uses the ringsteps to make his way to the apron, where he looks out to the fans, and then enters the ring and kneels down in the closest corner, facing the turnbuckles

RW: This man is a monster! ROOR!

Hekutsu stands back up and removes the robe from over his shoulders to reveal… Wait, what? That’s not Hekutsu! He’s still wearing the pant from his gi, but he’s wearing some scruffy torn up shirt with no sleeves! As he turns around, the facepaint is different too! Only half of his face is covered. The other half is clean.

JC: THAT’S NOT HEKUTSU! THAT’S HARDCORE HECT!

RW: THIS IS WHAT WAS UP WITH HEKUTSU! OH FUCK! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!

The fans are going ballistic as the cell is lowered over their heads. Everyone retreats to their right place as the final adjustments are made.

Amanda Summer: This match up is a hell in the cell, no disqualification match. With one fall and no time limit.

RW: This was a match decided both Hect and Christian… both of them want to walk away with a clear winner. The two previous engagements have left both men angry with themselves! Tonight, one way or another… they will know who is the better fighter!

NEW TITLE: HARDCORE HECT VS CHRISTIAN CAGE

The bell rings and the fans cheer even louder as Hect slides out of the ring straight away and immediately pulls out a steel chair! Cage runs across the ring and goes for a baseball side under the bottom rope to hit the chair into Hect’s face…

But he misses! And Hardcore Hect pulls out Cage to the outside and hits him once and then twice with the chair sending Cage straight down! Hect walks along the outside of the ring with the chair raised up in the air… a huge dent in its centre.

RW: You know, I never knew Cage played baseball. Kind of evident there, but unfortunately for Cage’s brain cells and pretty nose, his aim was off. Hect is off to an awesome start!

JC: A great secret weapon if there ever was one! Another persona!

Hect turns back to Cage as he gets back up and sets his head between his thighs! The chair is set up on the floor as Hect goes for a piledriver, but Cage keeps his ground and falls back to his feet. He flips Hect over his head but Hect goes with it and hits the sunset flip piledriver!

Cage sits up with his eyes rolled back into his skull before crawling up to his feet. Hect almost sandwiches him between the ring post and his charging body but Cage quick. Hect goes head first into the post and Cage lifts Hect up to flapjack him over the steel steps! The fans boo Cage but Cage smiles as he pushes Hect’s head into the steel post under his foot.

Hect strikes Cage in the groin with a lightning fast jab to escape causing an ‘oof!’ from male members of the crowd. Hect rams Cage into the steel meshwork of the cell then pulls back and hits a German suplex on the outside!

RW: I hate to say it, but there is no friendship between these two men.

JC: And no respect for one another’s genitalia!

Both men take a quick breath before getting up and starting a huge brawling exchange of punches. Hect slams Cage’s head on the apron and get a small pop. Cage reels around and grates Hect’s painted half of the face up and down the cells mesh. Hect pushes away and in a great show of athleticism, leaps up onto the apron and then leaps off with a moonsault, planting Cage back into the mat!

RW: This is going to be a painful match for both men… I wouldn’t be surprised if they ask for the week off.

JC: If they’re back in the ring next week, I will have more respect for them than ever before… and you can’t imagine how much respect I have already for this awesome rivalry.

Cage gets up and hits Hect with two Manhattan drops and whips the world champion into the apron, forcing the small of his back to bend at an unthinkable angle. He finishes it with a superkick that sends Hect back into the ring! Walking around the outside ring he searches under the apron until he eventually finds a ladder and drags it out! The fans start a chant of “JON! JON! JON!” that riles Cage up the wrong way. He throws the ladder into the ring and then looks under the ring again.

JC: Cage has a knife!

RW: That’s a chain, dum-dum!

He rolls into the ring and starts wrapping it around his hand and arm. Hect gets up to his feet only to be busted open by a huge blow in between his eyes with Cage’s right fist! Hardcore Hect is up to his feet fast though and as Cage goes for another shot, Hect grabs the end of the chain and whips Cage into the rope. On rebound, Hect hits Cage with the HECTY CUTTER and goes for the first pin of the match!

ONE! TWO! KICK OUT!

RW: WE HAVEN'T SEEN THAT IN MONTHS! GOD I LOVE IT!

Hect jumps up and double stomps on Cage’s wrapped arm! Then he pulls the chain off of his arm and drops into a pile in the centre of the ring. Before Hect can follow up, Cage sweeps Hect’s legs out from underneath him and rolls him onto his front, in the process grabbing the chain.

RW: What is Cage going to do now!?

He wraps the chain once around Hect’s neck and grabs onto the ends and leans back to lock in a sick deviation of the camel clutch! “HECT! HECT! HECT!”

JC: How is Hect going to escape from this?!

RW: He’s turning blue!

Cage lets go and the crowd cheer. He lifts Hect up and knocks him back down with a harsh Fame-Asser. Then he climbs to the top rope and wastes time by raising his hand up in the air and listening to the fans boo. Then he leaps off and attempts to hit a top rope legdrop, but Hect is up and catches Cage on his shoulders so both of them are facing the same way. Then with a lift, Hect drops Cage straight up and drops him head first with a package piledriver!

RW: HOLY SHIT!

ONE… TWO… THR-

JC: How did Cage kick out of that?

RW: How did Hect get up to hit that piledriver?!

Both men roll out to the side of the ring and use opposite sides to get back up to their feet. Both of them in sync run against adjacent ropes and charge at one another. Both men miss so they keep on running. They miss again so Cage stops and waits for Hect, but Hect has rolled out of the ring and pulled out a torch wood stick wrapped in a petrol soaked rag. He rolls back into the ring and strikes Cage with it once as he charges at him and then pulls out a lighter!

RW: God! Stop him!

Cage rolls out of the ring and the ref is sent flying back as Hect lights it sending it into a huge blaze!

JC: Cage has no where to go!

Hect taunts him by trying to wave the torch over the top rope. Hect runs into the middle of the ring and proceeds to spin around in wild circles until he drops the flame and runs over to where Cage is and throws the Fire Mist into Cage’s face! The contender is temporarily blinded and Hect grabs the torch again, knocks Cage down with the end of it then holds it over Cage’s bare chest. He laughs as small droplets of burning hot petrol burn his skin. But satisfied quickly, he pushes the torch into the mesh, letting it rest there.

RW: SICK! HECT LOVES FIRE!

Cage is back up and hits a sneaky German suplex on Hect and hits a standing leg drop. He throws Hect back up to his feet and hoists Hect up, first spearing him into the mesh and then hitting the spinebuster over the chair laid down earlier.

JC: This couldn’t be Cage’s night, could it?

Again, Cage lifts Hect up to his feet, wiping the oily petrol off his chest and decides to give Hect a taste of his own medicine. Dragging him back to the torch, Cage tries to push Hect’s face into the flames but Hect pushes his hands into the mesh and holds back. Hect starts screaming as the heat gets too much but mule kicks back and hits Cage in between the legs. The world champion holds his face in his hands, but pulls away to show the face paint is dripping away…

JC: I thought he was seriously burnt for a second. Thank God!

Hect smashes Cage in the mouth and then leans up against the cell.

JC: That struck a cord within Hect!

The world champion drops onto Cage and starts punching him some more before locking in the seated dragon sleeper. He uses it more as a neck crank though and climbs up onto the apron and jumps off, hitting a double stomp onto Cage’s gut. The challenger manages to get to his feet and palm haymaker Hect in the chin and then powers Hect to the floor with a Michinoku driver.

JC: Both of them have snapped!

The two competitors get to their feet and struggle to get the upper hand. They even run back into the ring at the same time. Hect goes for a Shining Wizard but Cage ducks. When Cage goes for the CKO, Hect manages to struggle off of his shoulders and push him away. Hect goes for a dragon screw but Christian drops to the mat first and kicks out, sending Hardcore Hect into the turnbuckle!

RW: This is what we saw last time! Neither man can get a footing over the other!

JC: Are they really equals? They’ve drawn in the last two matches… but no! Someone has to win here tonight! There’s no way in or out of this and even though we said that last time… this time… WE HAVE A ROOF! This doesn’t end until someone is too tired to carry on!

RW: And you have to think that this time maybe they are both desperate… Hardcore Hect changed back from his Hekutsu persona surely because he thought Hekutsu was Cage’s equal? And Cage needs this win to justify himself being here tonight. If he loses, he did all this for nothing and he might as well have stayed with Jon. Have we had updates on Jon yet, Randy?

JC: I don’t know… I haven’t heard anything.

Cage gets up and climbs onto the rope. He hits Hect a few times in the face then jumps back and hits Hect with a sit out face plant! He goes for the cover.

ONE! TWO! NO!

Annoyed, Cage grabs the ladder and brings it down on Hect’s head! Then with one hand he pulls Hect into the centre of the ring and erects the ladder up, with it over Hect’s neck! As Cage climbs, Hect is forced down and can’t move anywhere! Cage climbs almost to the top of the ladder and hits a basic body splash but from that high up, it sends the whole ring into spasm! Cage covers!

ONE! TWO! NO!

RW: How is Hect doing this?

Cage gets back up holding his ribs and shouts at the referee. Hect pushes the ladder away and grabs some lungfuls of air before being kicked in the face by Cage. This seems to piss Hect off more than it does to knock him down and two more kicks later, Hect is back of his feet. Out of no where he hits the Chaos Driver! But he doesn’t cover. He can’t! A trickle of blood flows from his nose but it takes a few moments for him to get up. He puts the ladder back in the centre of the ring and starts to ascend it, until he’s half way up.

JC: What’s happening?!

Cage stumbles up onto his feet and he sees Hect up the ladder and looks ready to push it, but Hect shouts something and Christian is up the other side of the ladder in a bolt. That’s when Hect climbs to the top and pulls out the chain! So high up, the top of the cell is feet away and it’s easy for Hect to loop it through so the chain dangles hanging from the top of the cell!

JC: …Again, what’s happening?!

Cage is nearly to the top when Hect is finished playing around with the chain! Handcuffs have been attached to one end!

RW: How did Hect manage to hide a chain and handcuffs in those gis? I mean, I know we all expect him to be hiding two newborn babies down those pants but that’s just mad!

Hect and Cage struggle at the top and after a few blows, Cage is the one who manages to lock Hect’s hand in the cuffs!

RW: HIS OWN PLAN WORKED AGAINST HIM!

Cage strikes Hect in the face with a fist before dropping to the mat and kicking the ladder out from underneath him! Hect grabs the other end of the chain before he plummets several feet!

JC: Hardcore Hect is left hanging nearly 20 feet up in the air! Jesus Christ! There’s no where to go but down!

That’s when a dark figure comes running down the ramp. It’s the Dark Wolf ironically, wielding a pair of wire cutters!

RW: WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?

He starts to make a work on the cell and there is nothing Hect can do unless he wants to break his neck. After a minute or so, the cell is fucked and there’s enough room for TDW to get through. After a bit of conferring, Cage and Dark Wolf get to work. Wolf pulls out another ladder from under the ring and then a table.

Cage sets up the two ladders in the ring and with Dark Wolf’s help, Cage climbs one ladder and sets the table over the two of them, making a scaffold platform… Hect for the first time in about four minutes can put his feet on solid ground. He pulls the chain from the cell and wraps it around his arm. Cage and The Dark Wolf climb a ladder each…

JC: This looks dangerous Randy.

The two men climb up onto the platform and with the choice to take one man down, Hect hits TDW with everything he has, making him the first man to fall to the mat! Cage and Hect hold onto one another while the structure shakes on impact, but then the two of them start punching one another. Cage is busted open in a new spot with every punch but it’s Cage who gets to lock in the Event Horizon!

RW: You know John, this is the first time I’ve realised that both Christian and Hardcore Hect have the double underhook piledriver in their arsenal! Hect struggles out of the hold and HOLY SHIT!

JC: THE TABLE JUST GAVE WAY UNDER THEIR WEIGHT!

Both of them fall to the floor and all three of them of lay there!

Hect is the first man up amazingly and he crawls straight out of the cell. Somewhere, there’s enough energy in him to start ascending the cell. When he reaches the top, he collapses. He only moves when a few minutes later, Cage and TDW start to move up the cell. It is The Dark Wolf who is the first to hit the champion with a clothesline. The champion isn’t dead yet though and he hits the Chaos Driver on Cage’s accomplish.

Cage and Hect take on one another yet again on top of the cell. Hect goes for a DDT but Cage struggles out. Cage goes for a superkick, but Hect ducks and he hits a backdrop! The fans scream at the possibility that the two will fall through.

But it doesn’t.

JC: OH MY GOD!

Hect brings Cage down with a Yakuza kick and as he does this, the referee manages to get to the top of the cage. Hect covers…

ONE… TWO… THR- NO!

Cage kicks out with force out both men get up a few moments later. Hect punches Cage twice until he’s shunted out of the way from the Dark Wolf who is fresh up on his feet. Cage lets the Dark Wolf pound into Hect even though the referee tries to pull him off! Cage tries to reason with the ref though, pointing out its no disqualification.

Then when The Dark Wolf moves away, he lifts Hect up and lets TDW listen to the crowd booing their actions. TDW pulls out a set of brass knucks and hits Hect repeatedly with Cage holding him still. Hect is left a bloody state and TDW even tries to tear away the flesh from Hect’s forehead, before power bombing him onto the top of the cell.

OOOOOH!

The cell still doesn’t break! And then to add insult to injury, Cage picks Hect up and holds him up to the crowd. The fans boo him all the way until he drops Hect over the sturdy… and not to mention very hard, centre point of the cell, which holds it all together.

RW: HECT’S NECK MIGHT BE BROKEN!

Hect’s body falls limp and falls onto the top of the cell in ways bodies shouldn’t. Cage covers with one foot, while TDW counts along with the referee. All along, every single man, woman and child is booing Christian Cage.

ONE

TWO

THREE

RW: HE’S DONE IT! CHRISTIAN CAGE IS A THREE TIME CHAMPION!

JC: These two have just a match, a hell of a match at that, don't do this.

RW: It is a sad day when Walsh and Carson come down to the ring together. Walsh and Carson bring Hect and Cage to their feet as they push them into opposite corners. Both Hect and Cage look completely out of it. Walsh then runs over to Carson and throws Carson into Hect as he delivers a huge forearm to Hect. Carson then gets on all fours in front of Hect and Walsh goes for a huge splash, but Hect moves over of the way. Carson immediately gets up, but Cage yells out Carson and Carson turns around only to be hit by a clothesline from Cage.

JC: They're coming back!!

RW: Fight them you sons of bitches.

Walsh gets up and turns around only to meet a flurry of punches from Hect while Cage runs at Carson who keeps getting up with clothesline. Hect and Cage both manage to get Carson and Walsh in the middle of the ring and look at each other. They nod, both knowing what to go for. They then look to the crowd and both of them yell out for a chair. Hect gets about 3 chairs thrown his way while Cage gets 4. Both men pick up a chair each. Carson and Walsh both look to be out on their feet and both men pull back and go to swing. But before they can swing, both men have their chairs taken from their hands. Cage and Hect turn around in sync as they both cop a chair shot to the head. Hect gets one from Johnny Arnette while Cage gets one from Ace. The arena is filled with boos.

JC: No, Ace. No, you should be hitting Walsh.

RW: Ace's vendetta against SFT has cost us once again.

Cage turns around on his feet as Carson pulls out some knuckles and punches the chair into Cage. While Walsh back up and hits High Voltage to the back neck of Hect. All four men face off, dividing themselves into 2 sides. Walsh and Carson on one side and Arnette and Ace on the other. Both sides then come in together to look at their damage with smiles on their faces. Ace then slides out of the ring and grabs both the US and World Titles and also a microphone. He then slides in as he hands the World Title to Carson and the US Title to Arnette.

Ace: I told you Shadow. I told you from the start I would not be alone. But you have chosen to ignore me. You have chosen to act as if I am a still friend with you Shadow. Now I know your not here. You're at home, watching this on your TV. I called for the end, and so it shall come. The numbers have grown.

Ace: Shawn, a former World Champion. A man you threw out on the streets because he disagreed with you. Cody Carson, a man you also threw out. These men were your future. These men were your money. And now they are your apocalypse. So when thinking what to call this group of men in the ring holding your World, Intercontinental and US Titles for ransom, I was thinking of possible names.

Ace: I first thought of the Regulators, a group loved by SFT, only to fall to the same name. But then I thought, to SFT-ish. Then I was thinking of calling Hostile Takeover. A group of men to take over SFT, but then I thought, to RWA-ish. What could I call this group of men, and then it hit me. The Triumvirate. There is no better name to describe this trio of individuals. SFT, get ready, the time is drawing near.

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