The lights dim and the crowd gets really loud, as Welcome Home by Metallica hits the speakers the crowd all sing along. We see clips of all the ppv people, and the road that led them to The Road Less Traveled. We see Randy White and John Cartwright take their seats.

They wait for the song to end and the crowd to die down a bit.

RW: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls from all over the world, welcome to SFT: Road Less Traveled, a night of champions and a special night, that may change the course of SFT for quite a while.

JC: ThatÂ’s the way it always is, always will be, SFT the home of superstars that most on any night can become Champions and much more, some can become Legends and beyond.

RW: Lets start this show right now!

Before the Incubus and Sean Rollins match can start, Rollins is attacked backstage by Incubus and Cypher, Rollins is left out cold therefore the match is called a No Contest.

RW: Well what a way to start the ppv, first match doesnt even happen.

JC: Lets just see what happens in the next match.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Nobody

MATCH NUMBER TWO
"Cowboy" Jack Jones vs. Hardcore Hect

I Got Friends In Low Places by Garth Brooks starts as Cowboy Jack Jones comes down to the ring and just slides in. He puts his cowbell in the corner and the crowd is cheering him.

As the opening guitar chords from "El Rey De Los Chingones" plays over the P.A. system a fog rolls over the entrance way to the arena. As strob lights and flashes from cameras in the arena start, Hardcore Hect emerges from the back, wearing a tatterted black coat, over a black shirt and pants. He stands at the entrance, and raises his right fist into the air before making his way down to the ring. He makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, and sits in the corner on the bottom turnbuckle. He takes off his title and gives it to the ref. The ref holds up the title.

The bell rings. Hect starts it with a spear on Jack. Jack goes down. Hect grabs a kendo stick that’s laying in the ring and rakes it over Jacks back. Hect now with a trashcan lid and hits Jack over the head with it, busting Jack wide open. Hect rips on Jacks head with the broken kendo stick, blood is gushint from Jacks head now.

RW: Blood is in Jacks eyes, he wont be able to see.

JC: He'll be virtually blind if he doesn't stop bleeding .

Hect with a series of slams, followed by an Exploder Suplex, the a suplex into a sitout facebuster. Hect now with a Tiger suplex he covers but only gets a 2 pin. Jack gets up but Hect nails him with a baseball bat in the gut. Cross Arm Snap Powerbomb on a stop sign by Hect on Jones. Hect again covers and the ref counts 1,2,kickout. Hect now again with a DDT onto the same stop sign as Jack looks like hes out cold. The ref counts 1..............2.............kickout at the last moment by Jones.

Hect now tries a different approach instead of pain he goes for a Seated Dragon Sleeper.

RW: Hect's gonna try to put Jones to sleep now.

JC: Goodnight Cowboy! Yeehaa.

Jack somehow scrambles for the ropes and is able to make Hect break the hold

Now Hect goes for his Hecty Driver.

RW: I think its all over now.

Hect covers 1..........2........kickout agqin by Jones. Hardcore Hect cant believe it.

JC: Wow Jack has taken all this punishement yet still refuses to let it go.

Hect walks over the opposite corner picks up the steel stop sign and Jack is up, Hect turns around and Jack dropkicks the steel stop sign hitting Hect in the head.

Jack slowly drapes an arm around Hect as the ref counts 1,2,3.

RW: Unbelievable, Hect had this match and Jack pulls off a miracle let ditch all strength in one move nothing left after it desperation move and wins it. SFT gotta love it.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: "Cowboy" Jack Jones

MATCH NUMBER THREE
Christian Cage vs. Seth Dryden

Chimpo the Chimp: The folowing match is scheduled for one-fall and is for the SFT Television Championship... introducing first... Seth Dryden! "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria blares to life, sending the fans into a roar of approval. Seth Dryden appears on the ramp, grinning from ear to ear. He trots down to the ring as green pyro shoots off on either side of the ramp. He pauses at the bottom of the ramp to shake hands with a particularly beautiful and buxom fan .. he slides into the ring and taunts the crowd.

Chimpo the Chimp: and his opponent... the SFT Television Champion... Christian Cage!

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. 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. Christian runs at Dryden who sticks an arm out to clothesline him. Christian ducks it, comes back off the ropes, and big boots Seth in the back causing him to run towards the ropes. As soon as he comes back off Christian delivers a dropkick to his face.

RW: and the champ is whoopin some grade A be-hind!

JC: Well if he wants to win this match he'll have to stay on top and give it his all.

Christian picks up Seth's head and unleashes a flurry of punches. He picks him back up and delivers a knee to his gut. He then sets him up for a suplex. He holds him up for a moment and then drops him on his head for a brain buster. He then rolls him over and clutches his arms. He then flips over into the double chickenwing. Seth is in obvious pain but refuses to quit so Christian flips back and stands him up. He then delivers a tiger suplex and holds him for the pin...

1.....

2.....

Kickout!

Seth kicks out and Christian climbs to the top turnbuckle. Christian jumps at Seth but Seth hits him with a monstrous lariat as he comes down. Both men are down.

ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Dryden is on one knee and Christian is attempting to do the same.

FIVE... SIX...

Dryden is on his feet and pulls Christian up to his. Dryden kicks him in the gut and delivers a DDT. He picks him back up and whips him into a corner. He then runs at him and spears him. He then piledrives him. He drags him a little and climbs to the top. He soars through the air and hits and elbow drop. He goes for the pin

1...

2...

Kickout!

Christian is getting to his feet with some aide from the ropes as Seth waits on the opposing side. Seth runs at him but Christian ducks it and flips him out of the ring. Seth struggles to get to his feet while Christian bounces off the ropes on the opposite side, comes back, jumps over the top rope and does a front flip body block!

JC: OH MY GOD DID YOU SEE THAT?!

RW: No, no I didn't... idiot.

They both get to their feet at about the same time. Seth grabs him and throws him into the steel steps and Christian hits face-first. He picks him up and throws him back into the ring. He picks Christian up and sets him up and delivers a 'Jacks Over Kings'...He goes for the pin

1...

2...

Kickout!

Christian manages to kick out. Seth is surprised but picks him back up. He then delivers a huge piledriver!..

JC: Well he put up a good fight but that has to be it.

1...

2...

Kickout!

RW: And Christian kicks out once again! He wants this badly!

Seth now angry picks Christian back up. He sets him up for a power bomb but Christian is punching him in the head. Christian spins himself around and pushes himself off but manages to land for a Dragon Sleeper. He is grunting and mashing his teeth as he continues to jerk Dryden's head back. Christian brings him back up to his feet and nails a reverse suplex. Christian picks him up and Irish whips him. He is met with a sit-out spinebuster and a pin.

1...

2...

Kickout!

Christian stands behind Seth as he's getting up. While he's turning around Christian jumps, spins, and hits him in the jaw with a powerful kick, leaving him on the mat. Christian hops hope to the top rope. He jumps down and hits a Top-Rope Legdrop and goes for the pin.

1...

2...

Kickout!

JC: And Seth Dryden showing some resilience as well.

RW: That could be how he managed to win the world title!

JC: Christian is a former champ as well!

Christian picks him back up with a smile on his face. He gets him in the fireman's carry position and hits the CKO! He goes for the pin.

1...

2...

3!

RW: Christian wins!

JC: He truly is the greatest TV Champion!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Christian Cage

MATCH NUMBER FOUR
Jared Mayer vs. Louis Cypher

RW: Ok John, here's a match I've really been looking forward to.

Staind "For You" begins to play when the lights in the arena turn blue. Holding both the Hardcore and the US titles, one over each shoulder, Jared Mayer walks out from the back. He does not stop or pause and just walks down towards the ring, eying his opponent showing no emotion.

Lucretia Black walks out a moment after him and follows him down to the ring. She takes the titles from him, and whispers some German into his ear. She steps back and allows him to climb into the ring.

JC: Mayer looks focused tonight you have to say, more so than normal.

RW: If that's even possible.

Suddenly Louis Cypher can be seen walking down the ramp and up to the ring with no music, and a deadly focus in his eye. He steps under the rope and just stars at Mayer.

RW: Yeah, well Mayer is not the only one focused clearly.

The ref calls for the bell and the match gets underway.

Both men meet in the middle of the ring and just star at each other for a moment. Then Cypher hits with a hard right hand and before long, both men are going at it. Mayer gets the upper hadn on Cypher and performs a belly to back suplex. He then swings him into the ring rope and goes for a leg buster on his return, however Mayer manages to reverse it and hits Cypher with a side walk slam which sends him down hard. Mayer now kicks away at Cypher and he manages to roll out of the ring.

JC: Great start, that's what wrestling is all about.

Mayer beckons Cypher to get back in the ring, and he does so, but Mayer starts to work on him again straight away, with left foots into his back while Cypher is still on the ground. He brings Cypher to his feet, but Cypher kicks out and starts giving some left and right hands of his own. He then throws Mayer into the ring roe and connects on his return with a right foot to the face, then picks him up for the spine buster and goes for the quick cover.....

1....

2....

Kick out....

Cypher looks mad and the ref, but Mayer comes up behind him and brings him back down to the ground. He quickly rolls him up for a cover...

1....

2....

Kick out....

RW: Wow, Cypher was nearly caught off guard.

All of a sudden, Brass Martin can be seen at the rope of the ramp, and he is slowly making his way down to the ring. Mayer notices him, but continues to fight with Cypher, each one again slugging it out fist for fist.

JC: Martin, what's he doing here?

RW: Maybe he's just come to support his team mate Louis....

JC: Yeah, sure Randy. That's it......

Cypher goes for a legdrop, but Mayer reverses it and sends Cypher to the ground. He then launches himself of the top rope and connects with a frog splash and goes for the cover....

1...

2...

But then Martin pulls the ref back and stops Mayer getting the win....

JC: DAMN HIM.

RW: Whatever.....

Mayer looks furious and goes for Martin. After a few blows Martin is sent crashing down to the ground. And Mayer again goes for the cover.....

1....

2.....

Kickout!

"Korea" by Deftones begins to play as Jared Mayer reaches out to Louis Cypher. Elbowing the challenger in the face, Jared turns around to watch Allisa O'Toole walk out onto the ramp. She's holding her cane in front of her and she's smiling. She waves at him as Cypher creeps up behind and nails him with ‘The Unholyer"!

RW: Jared must be dead!

Cypher goes for the pin but the referee doesn't count. Lucretia Black is standing on the apron arguing with the referee. Allisa begins to storm down the ramp and pulls Lucretia to the floor. The ref spins around and starts to count.

One!

Two!

Jared kicks out with huge force!

Outside of the ring, Allisa and Lucretia are arguing. Inside, Jared smashes his knee into Cypher's face with the "Schwerer Schlag" from no where and follows it up with the Massenvernichtung! Cypher doesn't move but Allisa slides into the ring after a moment while Lucretia grabs the referees foot from the outside and drags him in.

JC: These bitches won't be happy until Jared has nothing left!

Jared catches Allisa with a big boot before she can do anything. Lucretia slides in after her and tries to lock in the "Kiss" on Allisa, but Jared hits her with the pumphandle DDT, mistaking her trying to save him. Both women get up and start to tangle and Jared knocks them down with double clotheslines. They get up together and watch as he runs into the ropes and prepares for the double Reichsprogromnacht!

RW: These women are seeing their own ends!

JC: WHAAAA?

Jared is slammed on his back as both women take him down with an arm takedown!

The referee slides back in just in time to call for the disqualification.

Announcer: The winner of this match, due to disqualification... and still the European Champion is Jared Mayer!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Jared Mayer

Lucretia takes out the referee with a dropsault as Allisa finally takes Jared down with the Money Boom. "For You" by Staind is still playing when Allisa O'Toole takes a microphone from the outside and struts around the two downed men. Lucretia leans in the corner.

Allisa O'Toole: With two months left until the big Pay Per View... a time to remember all SFT has been in the past and present... do you really think this place has much to look forward to in the future with Jeff King or God forbid... Connor MacDaddy as World Champion and this German schmuck representing Europe? This can't go on.

There's a moments pause and then "No One Knows" by Queens of the Stone Age blasts out through the PA system. Lucretia Black steps forward and removes the dark attire she had worn to the ring to reveal a pink attire! She removes a wig of black hair to show fantastic shoulder length brunette hair and she finishes it off with locking in "Making Babies" on Louis Cypher: a Boston Crab with her bouncing on the back.

JC: So... That's Rachel Pitt? She's hot.

RW: It's not Lucretia Black anymore, Toto.

She holds on the move until EMTs and security run down to the ring, then she lets go and snatches the microphone from the floor where Allisa dropped it.

Rachel Pitt: I'm back, babeh! And you know... since Jared can't really defend his title anymore...

The camera pans to show Allisa on the top rope and a close up on Jared Mayer's ankle to reveal it has been hooked up in a steel chair. A second later and Allisa moonsaults off the top rope and lands over Jared's leg. Allisa flies back across the ring holding her chest and at least half the crowd wince as they see a blend of metal and bone around Jared's foot.

Rachel Pitt: I thought as a fellow European... pip pip... It ought to be my duty to take up the title. Now, I see no problem with this, but I know in America there is a firm belief in doing something which I think is called in England, "Being a wanker". So I'm giving staff a week to get back to me. If they want to announce it in front of the whole world, if they can spare the time, they can tell me whatever they want. But seven days, me loveys... After that I'm taking the title as my own. In Europe, that's the law... and this is European property.

Allisa limps up to Rachel and smiles. She raises her arm with the European title in the air, then they drape it over Jared's face and leave the ring to boos.

MATCH NUMBER FIVE
Dodge This, Bitch! vs. Crossing Borders

RW: Well now its time for the tag title match.

JC: Hect is already in the ring after a hard fought Hardcore match, how he made it to the ring I have no clue. I just received word that John Law missed his flight so either Hect forfeits or he fights alone.

Hect is told whats up by the ref, Hect says he'll fight.

RW: Hect is going at it alone, gutsy little guy.

Kick Some Ass, by Stroke Nine begins to play over the PA system as the Strike Tron lights up with the words "DODGE THIS ... BITCH!!" The fans roar as Cheeky Joe and Average Mike stroll out from backstage. Mike points to the crowd all over the place and gives high fives while Cheeky Joe waves his arms about to the crowd as if on parade. Both Roll then into the ring and climb opposing turnbuckles and pose for the crowd.

JC: Looks like they’re more confident now that they know Law wont be showing up.

They get in the ring and Cheeky Joe takes his place first. The bell rings.

Hect starts it off with a standing sidekick, followed by a head-butt. Joe comes right back with a poke to the eye. He tags in Mike, then grabs Hect in a full nelson while Mike slams his fist into Hect’s gut repeatedly. The ref reaches a four-and-a-half count before Joe lets go and steps out of the ring. Hect can barely stand as Mike rebounds off the ropes and nails him with a forearm. Hect drops to the mat, and Mike goes for the pin.

RW: Average Mike going for an early pin here, trying to steal the win!

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Hect rolls to his feet, and lashes out at Mike with his foot. Mike staggers back and Joe blind tags himself back in.

JC: Hect not yet ready to give up the ghost, Joe climbs back in, ready for more of what Hect has to give.

RW: Good strategy for DtB, exchanging tags quickly, keeping the in ring wrestler fresh.

Joe charges and hits Hect with a spinning heel kick, and Hect drops once again to the mat, struggling to get to his feet as Joe climbs to his.

JC: After a vicious Hardcore match, I doubt Hect has what it takes to do this alone.

Suddenly, the hauntingly minor downbeat of Slip Out the Back tears through the speakers as the arena dims to black. Intels flicker in alternating red and blue as Grizzly Z charges out of the back and down the ramp like a bat out of Hell.

RW: What the hell is he doing here?

JC: Better question: Who is he here for? If Z joins up with Hect, the Tag Champ might have a chance!

RW: But if he joins DtB, Hect is screwed!

Mike drops off the apron to meet Z as the huge wrestler barrels forward. Not sure how to react, Mike stands guarded as Z slows to a stop in front of him.

JC: A few words exchanged between Tag Team Championship challenger Average Mike and Grizzly Z, looks like Z is angry about something.

Z looks more than pissed, as Mike tries to gesture for him to leave. Meanwhile in the ring, Joe has laid Hect out with a well-placed high kick, but the argument has him distracted. Joe goes to the ropes, shouting at Z.

JC: Sounds like DtB wants Z out!

RW: Can’t blame them. Z is a big X factor… heh.

Suddenly Hect rolls Cheeky Joe up in a school boy pin. Mike turns to help, but Z grabs him from behind, spins him around, and slams a huge fist into the smaller man’s jaw.

One…

Two…

Thr-kickout!

RW: Chaos has ensued at ringside as Mike tries to defend himself against Grizzly Z!

Blows rain down on Mike from all sides as Joe makes it to his knees. Hect bounds off the ropes and hits Joe with a shining wizard, the waits in the corner for Joe to make his feet, signaling for the Hecty Cutter.

JC: The ref is out of the ring, and… OH! He has just ejected Z from the arena!

Blackshirts stream out of the back, surrounding the giant wrestler, trying to haul him out, but Z is unstoppable. Mike, bleeding profusely from the heavy barrage goes under the ring for a frying pan.

Meanwhile in the ring, Joe pushes himself to his feet and Hect charges in for the Hecty Cutter, but Joe counters by hefting the other man onto his shoulders and landing a dominating Death Valley Driver!

RW: Joe with the DVD!

JC: Mike just cracked Z across the face with a frying pan!

Z is still struggling against the blackshirts and none of them dare to let him go to restrain Mike. Mike slams the frying pan against Z’s head again, and the ref tries to take the pan away from Mike. Joe pulls Hect to his feet. Hect goes for a punch, but Joe blocks, and jabs both thumbs into Hect’s eyes.

RW: Signature start of Cheeky Joe’s finisher, the SUCKER!

JC: How is Z even still conscious?

Mike wrests the pan away from the ref and slams it once again into Z’s skull, and yet Z’s struggles have not lessened. Joe slams his foot into Hect’s balls.

RW: Part two of the sucker!

JC: Get some more security out here!

As if in response to his pleas, more blackshirts stream out of the back, several going to restrain Mike, but most going for Z, and dragging him into the back. Joe DDTs Hect, and goes for the pin. The ref runs back into the ring and begins the count.

One…

Two…

Three!

RW: My God! Dodge This, Bitch has done it! We have new Tag Team Champions!

JC: Save for the fact they won in a handicap match, I’d say this is the ultimate underdog story!

RW: Handicap? Law may have bailed, but Z nearly cost DtB the win!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Dodge This, Bitch!

The scene opens to a large business room. A round table has been set up in the center of the room, around which are seated various prominent members of the Strike Fantasy Towers roster, namely Jeff King, President Azreal, Christian Cage, Grizzly Z, and Eren Essen, all of whom are smartly attired in suits, shirts and ties. In front of each man, we see a contract and a pen, and at the top of the contract, we can clearly see, printed in large bold blue letters, two words: The Empire.

Jeff King stands from his chair and begins to address the assembled superstars, as all eyes in the room turn to look at him:

Jeff King: Why are we all assembled here tonight? Simple. I have called every one of you here because you each hold in your hands a part of SFT, whether in the form of a championship belt, a Staff position or a prominent place on the roster. For too long, SFT has run unregulated, in dire need of people to take control of it, to run things as they should be run.

You are all those people.

For long enough, the true power behind Strike Fantasy Towers has remained hidden, for too long we have hidden in darkness, but no more. It is time for us to demonstrate to the whole of SFT that, in its simplest terms, life is nothing more than a business, and it is the men who sit around this table who are to control that business.

King then sits down as the man seated directly to his right, SFT President Azreal rises instead and the focus of the other men in the room turns to him:

President Azreal: In front of you, you will notice contracts. Simply put, these are ironclad SFT contracts, authorized by myself as President. Once your signatures are added to the documents in front of you, then we are all immune from being fired. Once upon a time, I extended this same right and privilege to the members of Holocaust. Now I extend it to you.

Azreal sits back down as each man around the table considers the document in front of him, and then all of them in turn lift the pens from next to the contracts and begin to sign them. As they do this, the screen slowly fades to black, save for two words, displayed large and clear in the center of the screen in ice-blue:

The Empire

After a few seconds, those words fade away to be replaced a by a longer phrase, in the same style and colour:

The Age Of The Empire Begins Today...

We return to Randy White and John Cartwright in the main arena, both of whom have obviously seen exactly what we have just witnessed:

RW: Wow, I think it's safe to say that an alliance of so many top-level names, both wrestlers and staffers, is going to have a profound impact on SFT in the coming weeks and months.

JC: Without a doubt. When focused, all of the men seated around that table have the power to change SFT individually. The thought of those minds in a collective setting is frankly pretty sca...

RW: Sorry to cut you off John, but I've just received word that we're heading backstage where there has apparently been a disturbing incident involving one of the men seen sitting around that table just a few short moments ago...

We return to the backstage area to find ourselves in one of the many corridors, presumably one not too far from where the events of a few moments ago took place. This time though, the only person visible is SFT's self-professed "Franchise� Christian Cage, who is slumped against one of the walls of the corridor with a laceration right across his forehead, from which blood is dripping down his face and onto his white shirt.

JC: I'm just being told that we can see exactly what, or more to the point, who, was the cause of all this...

The image changes to show the various members of The Empire leaving the meeting room where they signed their contracts and heading off in their own individual directions for the rest of the evening. The last person to leave the room is Christian Cage, who appears to be sending an SMS message to someone from his cell phone, and so is maybe not quite as aware of his surroundings as he would otherwise be.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, we see a steel chair swing and hit Cage squarely in his unprotected face, slamming the back of his head into the brick wall behind him and causing the laceration that we've already seen. As Cage slumps, semi-conscious to the floor, his assailant walks into the shot: Malinko

Leaning down towards his battered long-time rival, Malinko grabs Cage's chin and pulls his head up so that their eyes meet before saying three simple words:

One. More. Time.

As soon as the last word leaves his lips, Malinko releases his grip on Cage's head and walks away without another glance over his shoulder as we return to Randy White and John Cartwright in the main arena.

JC: Wow, I think we all know the impressive history between those two, but I thought that both of them had moved on.

RW: Well, I guess Malinko hasn't, and judging by the words we just heard from him, he's looking for a chance to renew hostilities.

JC: May not be the smartest move he ever made though, considering the back-up that it now looks like Christian Cage will have.

RW: Well, I guess only time will tell on that one. For now though, it's time for our next huge match here tonight...

MATCH NUMBER SIX
Brass Martin vs. Precious

JC - "Well folks, next up we've got the IC Title match between Precious and Brass Martin and it promises to be a good one, doesn't it Randy?"

RW - "That's right John. These two SFT Superstars have both been pushing into this IC scene over the past few months and while on paper this match is a complete no-contest, SFT has churned up yet another immensely talented young woman in Precious, and I reckon she's got more than a good chance of walking out, title in hand here tonight."

At that, 'Living Dead Girl' by Rob Zombie starts to play over the stereo system and Brass Martin jerks the curtain aside and steps out onto the stage. The crowd shows their discontent by hailing boos as he makes his way down the ramp, Intercontinental Title around his waist. Once he's halfway down he tears the title from his waist and sprints into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, he leaps to the second turnbuckle of the far side of the ring before jumping down and handing the title to the referee, reluctantly.

JC - "The crowd, as always giving the Dead Pac member a hard time for his reputation. You really have to say that the bring it on themselves Randy..."

As John and Randy talk, 'I'm Good at being Badd' starts to blare out over the PA system, the lights dim and a spotlight focuses on the challenger as she makes her way to the ring on her own. She tags the hands of the fans on the way down, stopping to show off occasionally as well. Eventually she rolled into the ring and came face to... chest with Brass.

RW - "Precious gives up almost a foot in height to Brass, and is just over half his weight... wow..."

The ref rings the bell and the match kicks off. Precious is the first to move, reversing and propelling herself off of the ring-ropes before running at Brass with a clothesline. Brass barely moves, and grabs the offending arm before forcing her to the mat head first with a one armed DDT. Precious picks herself up quickly though - even quicker than Brass, and quickly works to try and keep him off his feet, a few loose kicks to the face knock Brass way, rolling across the canvas for a minute before making it back to his hands and knees. Precious doesn't let up, kicking him in the side of the stomach as soon as she sees an opening. The fans try to encourage the good start and keep it running with their support; a chant starts up for Precious.

JC - "The fans showing their appreciation for this Vixen as she works hard to keep the big man on the ground."

Brass is on his right Knee now as he's halfway back up, and Precious' barrage of kicks are starting to fail her. She continues trying to hit him with all her feet can give, until he starts standing up, a few forearms are thrown to little effect before she tries a kick to the midsection, Brass catches it. He smiles at Precious as she stands with one leg trapped in Mid-air, and before she can kick out with an enzuigiri, Brass throws the leg he has up in the air, forcing her to flip over in the air and land face first after a spectacular flip.

RW - "Jesus, Precious just get flipped through the air! She looks like she landed pretty badly on her face at the tail end of that... she's not even moving. Her entire body just forced her face into the mat folks!"

Precious lies limp like a puppet with its strings sliced for a few moments, before a splutter suddenly starts her lungs back to life and she starts breathing again. The referee tries to assess her on the mat, but Brass doesn't let it happen, standing in his road as he elevates the limp superstar to her faltering feet. The ref tells him to put her down as he hoists her up over his right shoulder, and Bras obliges by driving her to the mat in a gutwrech power bomb that creates an echoing thud throughout the arena, the fans aren't happy with Brass and start screaming insults at him. Brass kneels down next to Precious preparing to pin her, the referee is at her side checking to see if she is still okay.

JC - "The referee is really worried about Precious here, the landing after that flip left her completely limp. She hasn't moved of her own accord since then."

RW - "Really worrying scenes here, I think this match might already be over before it's even really got started."

The referee tells Brass to stand up and starts talking to him in the middle of the ring. Saying he'll have to abandon the match. He heads over to the ropes to tell the announcer, and Brass looks on in discontent, his back to Precious. The crowd start to kick up a bit of a fuss, there's cheering amongst them...

RW - "John, look at Precious!"

At Brass's Back, Precious has ascended the turnbuckles and is waiting steadying herself as the referee turns to notice what's going on.

JC - "Precious must have been playing possum! She's back up and on the turnbuckle!"

Brass turns back to towards Precious, just in time to catch her flying off the top and landing on his shoulders, she finished off by hitting a well executed Huracanrana throwing Brass over the top rope out onto the ringside area below. Wasting no time, Precious watches Brass clamber to one knee again, and hurls herself over the top rope onto her in a flying cross-body drop. Brass and Precious crumble as one to the ground outside the ring. The referee doesn't bother to count both out for the moment, deciding to be lenient as the title is on the line.

RW - "Precious must have been storing energy whilst she was down, because she's bounced back with attitude here, forcing Brass to the ground on the outside next to the entrance ramp!"

Precious finds herself on her feet first again, locking a sleeper hold on Brass as he tries to follow. This time she's made a mistake though, as Brass grabs the arms from around his neck and throws her over his shoulders towards the ring again, Precious rolls to her feet at the apron though, and picks herself up to charge at Brass once again. She charges at him full speed...

RW - "Precious isn't gonna roll over and die here... OUCH!"

There is a sickening smack as Precious' charge is halted by a big boot from Brass!

RW - "Maybe I should take that back..."

JC - "That's got to be it. Precious has taken two massive hits to the face now... there's no chance she's coming back from this."

Before falling backwards Precious finds herself in a daze on her feet, her head spinning from pillar to post as she tries to make sense of her situation. Interrupted by the thud she makes falling to the ground again, she lets the matter lie. Brass grabs her right hand and hauls her towards the ring steps before picking her up by the hair and proceeding to slam her - face first again - into the steel steps.

JC - "Jesus, if someone doesn't stop Brass then we're gonna be one Diva short for the next calendar! Another few face shots and she could end up looking like Brass himself!"

The referee shoots out of the ring to stop Brass' assault, telling him to take it back into the ring. Brass rolls her back into the ring, leaving her to lie face up on the canvas for a moment as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, he signals to the crowd that he's about to end it with Brass Assassin. He poses on the top before taking aim and diving off looking to bomb into Precious! THUD!

JC - "Precious rolled out of the road!"

RW - "That must have been sheer luck - she had her eyes closed and everything! She's bought herself some more precious time now, no matter how she done it."

Brass is tending to his back after the bump as Precious starts to use the ring ropes to help herself back up. Both Brass and Precious make it to their feet at the same time and both stare one another out for the first time. Brass starts approaching Precious, backing her into the corner of the ring before charging towards her. Precious executes a nice drop toehold though, dropping Brass into the bottom turnbuckle face first! He turns over and holds his face as he sits next to the bottom buckle. Meanwhile Precious lines up a Bronco Buster!

JC: "I don't know what he's complaining about: I'd pay to be in Brass' position right now!"

RW: "Precious hits a Bronco Buster on Brass, this match is flip-flopping back and forth here..."

Precious climbs off Brass in the corner, leaving him to pick himself up, Brass stumbles out of the corner as she rebounds off the ropes behind him and Bulldogs him to the mat on the way back. Brass lands parallel to the ring ropes and Precious signals to the fans that she's going up. She catapults herself onto the top-rope, twisting to face the ring again as she leaps up before bouncing on the top rope and propelling into a shooting star press onto Brass!

JC: "Superb agility from precious, catapulting herself onto Brass from the middle of the top rope!"

Precious makes the pin;

One...

Two...

Kick-out! Brass gets his shoulder up at the last minute as Precious gets riled up, passing comment about a slow count as the referee stands up. She cools down and picks Brass up by the hair, hitting him with forearm smashes to keep him sedated as she does. She tries to whip him to the ropes, but Brass reverses it and stands waiting for her to return, but as Precious runs back she flips in mid air and crashes into Brass, hurtling him out of the ring and onto the mat outside.

RW: "Precious didn't care what happened there, as long as Brass didn't have a chance to benefit from the situation!"

Precious picks herself up inside the ring and stampedes towards the ropes, hurling herself over them and onto Brass on the outside again!

RW: "Precious seems to be gaining all her momentum by using her own body as a weapon! This is unbelievable!"

Precious hauls herself back up on the security barrier whilst Brass is crawling away in confusion, wondering what happened to turn the match against him. Precious runs at Brass as he crawls away from her, hitting a drop-kick to his head as she goes. Brass rolls over holding the side of his head as the referee tells Precious to take it back to the inside.

JC: "The referee is really struggling to keep these two under control, Brass went nuts earlier now it's Precious' turn!"

Precious rolls Brass back in following him soon after. Precious sets Brass in the middle of the ring and bounces off the ropes looking for a scissors kick to the back of the head on the way back: but Brass bursts back as soon as she gets near him. Grabbing her by the throat in a ft of energy that comes from no-where, Brass hauls her up and slams her to the ground in a devastating choke slam before both wrestlers slump to a motionless state on the mat. Brass eventually crawls over Precious on the mat, but the referee barely makes two before a dazed Precious rolls onto her front and breaks the cover.

RW: "That choke slam has evened it all here, Brass and Precious are both tired and hurting out there."

JC: "Looks like Precious is up first."

Precious picks herself up using the ring ropes, whilst Brass is on his knees at the other side of the ring. Precious bounces off the ropes again, running towards Brass looking to hit a high knee to the jaw, but as she starts running Brass powers up from his knees and charges into Precious' gut, ripping through her like a knife through butter and turning her inside out!

JC: "Jesus Christ! Brass just speared Precious to Hell and back!"

Precious is lying adjacent to the corner of the ring when Brass gets to his feet again, she isn't moving. Brass signals to the crowd who give him the heated reaction he wants as he ascends the turnbuckles to the top rope. Brass taunts the fans before leaping off and delivering a devastating and heavy Senton Bomb from the top rope!

RW – "Brass Assassin! Brass hit the Brass Assassin!"

Brass rolls over for a loose cover as the referee falls to the mat next to him.

One...

Two...

Three!

RW: "Brass has retained his IC Title! Precious fought hard but Brass was just too much for her on the night."

JC: "She seemed to have everything under wraps until that choke slam, after that She seemed dazed and out of it... then that Spear completely ruined her chances! A superb match-up, just bad luck that Precious ended up the loser."

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Brass Martin

RW: Time to head backstage again, where I'm told that we're trying to get an update on Christian Cage's condition after Malinko's assault on him earlier this evening.

We cut backstage to find ourselves in Christian Cage's private locker room. ‘The Franchise' is bare-chested, and seems to have managed to wash most, if not all, of the blood from his face and hair although the laceration is still clearly visible across his forehead. Cage is pacing back and forth across the room, presumably considering his retaliation, when there is a knock at the door:

Christian Cage: COME IN!!

The door swings open to reveal SFT President Azreal who, like Cage, is a part of the group known as The Empire.

Azreal: Hey Chris, I heard what happened.

Christian Cage: The way it felt on my head, most of the damn building would have heard it.

Azreal: Don't worry about it Chris, we can sort this.

Christian Cage: We? No Azreal, WE are not sorting anything.

Azreal: What's that supposed to mean?

Christian Cage: Just let me handle this one. The group has enough big fish to fry already, so just leave this one to me. I can handle that son-of-a-bitch all on my own.

Azreal: Well, if you're sure...

Christian Cage: Trust me Az, I got this one all under control. We might be all about business, but I'm looking on what I'm going to do to Malinko as a little bit of pleasure....

With that, the camera cuts out and we find ourselves back in the arena with Randy and John.

RW: Well, I think Christian Cage made his position clear enough there.

JC: Well, if he's dumb enough to turn down some help, he deserves whatever he gets from Malinko.

RW: Judging from their history, neither man will walk away from this without a few last scars, and it's certainly something that will be much discussed in SFT over the coming weeks, as anything with these two is.

JC: We've still got plenty more to come here tonight though, and no doubt this whole night will be discussed for a long time to come.

MAIN EVENT
Connor MacDaddy vs. Nirvana

RW: Ladies and gentlemen tonight our Main Event pits two future Hall of Famers against one another. This is a clash of the titans to be sure

JC: Connor MacDaddy takes on the infamous Nirvana, Jeff King.

RW: Lets go back to just one month ago, Feburary Seventeenth where these two men came close to killing each other.

The camera cuts to old footage of Friday Night Inferno just one month ago.

{{Even though Connor kicked out, the Champion is still very much in the ascendancy, and he tries to push this by pulling Connor up, whipping him sternum first into the turnbuckle and hitting him with a Reverse DDT as he bounces back off, followed by a triangle choke which has Connor fighting for breath for a few seconds, and flailing his legs around trying to reach the ropes, which he does after about 10 seconds into the hold. Surprisingly, Nirvana breaks the hold on the referee's request and allows Connor to climb back to his feet before once again targeting his thigh with a sustained barrage of kicks, which has the challenger hobbling around the ring, essentially on one leg as Nirvana tries to move in for the kill with another Reverse DDT, but this time, Connor is able to counter with a modified jawbreaker, buying him some vital recovery time. ~~~ Nirvana follows up with further stomps and kicks to Connor's midsection until the referee pulls him away, demanding that he let Connor up, which he reluctantly does, only to attack him again with kicks and punches as soon as he's up. Once again, Nirvana tries to whip Connor into the ropes, but this time, the challenger counters and sends Nirvana into the ropes before nailing him with a spear on the rebound, which sends the World Champion to the mat, clutching his ribs as he tries to force air back into his lungs. Connor pulls Nirvana up to his feet and summons the strength to lift him onto his shoulders and lands DVD, followed by a cover: ONE ..........TWO ......... NO! ~~~ Although still groggy from Connor's earlier assaults, Nirvana has enough about him to roll the challenger onto his back before climbing the turnbuckles to attempt an aerial assault of his own.

Steve: Looks like Nirvana may be trying to end this one here. It looks like he's setting up for the “Sweet Rapture", his trademark moonsault. Sure enough, Nirvana leaps backwards off of the turnbuckle with a grace that belies his 6'4'' frame, and connects squarely on Connor's chest with the Sweet Rapture.

Phil: Nirvana connects with the Sweet Rapture! This one's gonna be over! Nirvana hooks the far leg for the cover as the referee tolls the count. ONE..... TWO..... THREE!!!

Steve: He did it! Nirvana defeats Connor MacDaddy and retains the World Heavyweight Title.

Phil: After what we've just seen though, something tells me that we haven't seen the last of this fued.}}}

Cutting back from the footage to Randy and John ringside.

JC: And indeed Phil was right this feud has ascended to be the main event of this Pay Per view where Connor fought his way through the Body Count Rumble to be one of two winners. And here he is now Challeging Nirvana again for the SFT World Championship Belt.

RW: These two have not stopped bantering and the Sold Out Pay Per View is here for this reason. These two Superstars going at it.

JC: It doesn't get much bigger than this. Let me tell you. But the question is will connor be ready for the match after his brutal attack last inferno?

RW: It seems Connor was attacked and piledrived onto a barbed wire baseball bat.. Connor was unconscious and down as the masked man had a message.. As the striek tron lit up with a message that said only Two Nights away.

JC: And of course that means.. Tonight!

"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.

JC: He looks pretty good with a few spots on his face a little beaten and you can see where that barbed wire hit him.

Connor waits in the ring looking on as the crowd slowly goes silent. Connor is Patient and totally focus.

Evolve
Escape
Devour

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.

Lateralus by Tool hits the pa as a beautiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cocoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into deep green which flashes into red every other second, than back into green. Images of babies being born and animals attacking other animals begin 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 a group of freakish humans appear from behind the curtain. Some have distorted and torn faces, but they all take spots at the side of the ramp way and bow.

"The Lord of SFT" appears on the jumbotron as Lord Nirvana walks from behind the curtains, dressed in a ceremonial robe. It's red and drags the ground behind him for a good ten feet. The crowd beings to boo, 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 a huge swastika, covered in barbed 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, spinning his cane, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring, he removes his robe, 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 with his swastika.

Before the match starts he puts his hands on the sides of his face and tears at the skin. He stops when the blood starts to appear on his hands and smiles as he holds his hands up for the bloodthirsty crowd. He licks the blood from his hands in one last act of sin.

RW: that man is a nutcase

JC: don't say it where he can hear you.

The two men in the ring look towards each other intently neither sowing fear or intimidation. Nirvana calm and Connor determined. The Ref Calls for the bell as it sounds and the two nod at each other. They circle the ring and lock up. Connor pushes Nirvana back towards the corner turnbuckle. At the last second Nirvana spins and starts in right away with a chop to the solarplexus. And another huge chop across the chest. Nirvana with an irish whip to the far turnbuckle but Connor ducks under and reverse it pulling nirvana in for a short arm clothsline. Nirvana ducks and grabs a waistlock. Connor reverse behind to a waistlock and grabs a headlock. Nirvana uses his hands to search for a way out and then stepes back under and reverses it into a hammerlock and grabs Connor in a headlock.

RW: Reverse after reverse by these two. This could go for a while

JC: tell me about it. These men need to pace themselves though or they will tire fast.

RW: This is not an Olympic sport this is Professional wrestling and these two are the top two.

Connor can't seem to get a reverse in and decides to shove Nirvana into the turnbuckle.. Nirvana quickly runs his feet up the three pads and in the air with a huge headlock takedown. Nirvana still holding on to that headlock. Connor reaching for the ropes but too far starts to fight to get to his feet. Nirvana shaking his head no. The ref asking Connor if he gives up. Connor says no. Nirvana yells that Connor is pulling his hair. The ref goes around behind to look as Nirvana punches turns the headlock into a choke.. Then just before the ref gets back slips it back to a headlock. The fans boo. Connor finally starts to shove Nirvana into the turnbuckle again but again Nirvanas Agility as he runs up the corner and another huge headlock takedown.. Connor again quicker fights to his feet as the fans start to cheer loudly.. Connor with an elbow to the midsection of Nirvana.. And another elbow .. And another... Finally Nirvanas grip loosens and Connor heads for the ropes for momentum but Nirvana grabs the hair and Connor drops. Nirvana grabs Connor by the hair picking him up and grabbing a headlock again. Nirvana points to the fans yelling and tells the ref to watch them as the ref looks Connor shoves nirvana off of him into the ropes but again Nirvana grabs the hair and pulls Connor back into a headlock.

RW: Nirvana is cheating and abusing the hair.

JC: Doesn't Connor have his head shaved pretty low?

RW: He's been busy who knows? Maybe he's letting it grow?

JC: Just wondering.

Connor Again shoves Nirvana to the turnbuckle and once again Nirvana runs his feet up the corner and goes for a headlock takedown but Connor kicks his feet out and drops Nirvana on the back of his head. Modified Backdrop nearly cripples Nirvana as both men are down. Connor goes for a cover. One.... Two... th kickout. Nirvana sits up rather quickly but Connor is already to his feet and dropkicks Nirvana right back tot eh mat. Connor then grabs Nirvana and starts laying in the punches to the face over and over as the fans cheer. The ref warns Connor but Connor ignores him till the ref starts to count.. One.... Two... Three... Four.. Connor stops and turns to the cheering crowd raising his hands in an X formation.

RW: Connor knows the rules and knows he can break them till the ref hits five on the warning.

JC: Both of these men know how to break and bend the rules. But Connor wasn't one to go there till after blatant abuse of hair pulling by Nirvana.

RW: I didn't really see anything. When your hair is as greasy as Connors you wouldn't think any less of him anyhow.

JC: What?

Connor grabs Nirvana and shoots him off the ropes and a huge back body drop then Connor off the ropes drops an Elbow. Connor then steps on the face of Nirvana and stomps as Nirvana scatters across the ring holding his face. Connor walks over to nirvana picking him up and puts him in suplex position and points to the crowd who all cheers. And Connor lifts up Nirvana and holds him in a stalling suplex. He continues to hold him there and then lets go with one hand holding him up with one hand.

RW: What is he doing?

JC: Connor showing off now it seems.

Then Nirvana kicks his legs and a huge reverse into a DDT Nirvana driving Connors head into the mat. Both men down.. The ref counts.. One..... Two..... Three..(the fans join in)... four..Five..... Six... Seven.... Nirvana grabs the bottom rope and starts to pull himself to his feet .. Connor slowly to his feet also. Nirvana charges Connor. Connor Ducks as Nirvana goes over him.. Nirvana off the ropes Connor still trying to get his stance sees Nirvana and lifts him up into a press Slam but stumbles backwards into the ropes dropping Nirvana over the top rope to the floor with the momentum.

RW: Oh My god.. That was Sickening.. That thud.

JC: I don't think Connor even realized what just happened.

Connor drops down to his knees catching his breath. A few spots on him broken open from the beating on Inferno and bleeding. Slightly. Three officials are down at Nirvanas side. They wave for paramedics to come to the back. Paramedics show up looking over Nirvana they as a group roll him over on his back. They all look up and move as Connor moves over and grabs Nirvana and picks him up. The officials yell at him as he drives Nirvanas head into the steel rings steps. Nirvana just lays there on the steel steps. Connor grabs him and brings him over and irish whip into the corner steel post.... Nirvana reverses and they clothsline each other to the ground.

RW: That had to be Instinct right there. I doubt Nirvana is even consciously effecting what he is doing.

JC: Or, somehow I think he might be playing possum. As Connor said. This match is all about mind games. The ref back in the ring begins the count again as the fans at two join in. One...... Two....... Three....... Four...... Five........ Six......... Seven............. Eight............. Nine..... Out from in back you see Page Michaels heading to the ring. He slides in. talking to the ref.. The ref looks over the edge to the announcer.

Amanda Summers: Ladies and Gentlemen, We have just been informed that this match has been officially made into a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE Match!

RW: WHAT?

JC: That means there are no count outs!

RW: they can battle where ever this match takes them?

JC: That's right. How long you been doing this Randy?

The ref to the outside sees Connors hand is over Nirvana and counts.. One.... Two... thr shoulder up.

RW: How the hell did Nirvana do that?

Connor rolls over to his stomach and slowly tries pulling himself up. Nirvana also starts to get to his feet and his head is busted wide open.

RW: That smack he took on the steel steps has broken the flesh of Nirvana.

JC: More than he did to himself.

Connor walks over to Nirvana who gives Connor a boot to the midsection. Then he grabs cCnnor by the back of the neck and drags him to the announcers table and slams his head into the ring announcers table. Connor stops and looks fully awake and turns staring intently into Nirvanas eyes. Nirvana steps back for a moment and Slams Connors head into the table again. Connor kicks Nirvana in the gut and then slams Nirvanas bleeding head into the table. And again and again. Nirvana is down laying face down on the table again just as he was on the steel steps. Connor lifts Nirvanas legs up onto the announcers table. Connor looks to the fans and gets in the ring. Connor looks down and points to the unconscious Nirvana as the fans cheer. Connor begins to climb to the top turnbuckle.

RW: NO.. Connor this is going to far you cannot.

JC: Well plead all you want he is going to do it!

Connor Leaps in the air and flies across the open area and only in tome to see Nirvana use all of his energy to move out of the way Connor Collides with the announcer table without Nirvana there to break his fall. Connor hit's the table in an explosion of wooden pieces and a huge mess.

RW: Connor is here at my feet he isnt moving at all.

JC: we need to end this match. Nirvana probably has a concussion, Connor is out cold probably dead. Nirvana gets up and heads to the ring and rolls in. Just laying there waiting for a ten count.

RW: Nirvana doesn't know they changed the match.. Maybe he really was out cold.

Nirvana gets to his feet slowly and looks at the ref. and points you can hear him saying to count. The ref says something back and Nirvana looks pissed. Nirvana slowly gets out of the ring and heads over to Connor and pulls him on his back and covers him.. One... two..... thre shoulder up. Connor whips Nirvana aginst the ropes, and Connor back body drops Nirvana. Nirvana then fys into the referee and knocks him loopy. Nirvana gets up and Connor grabs him and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. Nirvana gets to his feet again, and goes for the 'Big Mac', but Nirvana reverses it and turns Connor arond, he reels back and goes for a standing clothesline, but Connor ducks and grabs the top-rope, and Nirvana rolls to the outside.

JC: Nirvana has just stumbled to the outside.

RW: What's this?

JC: What's what?

Out from the back walks the very pregnant Kate Madison, and behind her is the "masked man", who has one hard around her back, on one placed on her stomach... and they slowly walk down the ramp.

RW: Kate Madison is being walked out here by the masked man!

Connor sees them walking down and his eyes widen... The masked man grabs a microphone...

Masked Man: Lay down... and Kate's child will be safe...

Connor looks pissed. The masked man puts the microphne to Kate's mouth. She cries out in horror...

Kate Madison: Please... do what he says! Please... Connor!

JC: the Masked Man asked Connor to lay down...

Nirvana is on his feet looking to the ramp, confused... Connor sis seen distaght in the ring... and he falls to his knees. He then lays on his back. Nirvana cautiously enters the ring, and ponders what to do... he then covers Connor, as the ref gets up and makes the count..

1.....

2.....

3!

JC: I can't believe what I just saw! Connor just gave up!

RW: He really loves his wife...

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Nirvana

Nirvana's music plays and he is handed the title... he raises it in the air. Connor gets to his feet and looks tothe masked man. Nirvana sees Connor up and exits he ring. Connor then grabs a micophone and looks to the masked man.

Connor MacDaddy: Let her go!

The masked man lets Kate go, and she starts to walks down the ramp. she walks up the ramp and gets into the ring, as her and Connor embrace in a kiss, then a hug. Connor is seen with a tear running down his cheek.

JC: Connor gave up the belt... but at least he's got Kate!

Connor then gets slammed in the back of the head with a steel chair by...

RW: Nathan Gust!?

Connor falls to the ground and Kate shieks. Nathan then pulls back the chair and is about to hit Kate with it.

JC: No! Gust, don't do it!

Nathan drops the chair, and Kate Madison starts smiling. She and Gust then start making out over Connor's body.

RW: WHAT!?

Nathan goes to the ropes and sits on the middle rope, and helps Kate Madison out of the ring. They hop down the apron and go to the masked man, who is standing on the ramp.

JC: If Gust wasn't the masked man... then who is it?

RW: I have no idea... I would have bet my children it was Gust... I'm bewildered...

Nathan and Kate get on thier knees and put thier hands together in prey. Connor gets to his knees and looks on while in an emotional wreck. The masked man puts his right hand on his mask, and rips it off...

JC: OH MY GOD!

RW: WHAT!?

JC: IT'S... IT'S...

RW: SHADOW!

Connor looks like a mixture of pissed off, confused, and upset. He mouths he word "why?" over and over again. shadow takes the mic, and Kate and Nathan get up. Nathan wraps his arm around Kate's shoulders.

Shadow: I bet you are asking yourself... why? Why would I, the SFT owner, be making your life a living hell? Well, you see this lovely lady standing next to me? She is going to be the mother of my grandchild. You, Connor... were a threat to my family. That child will be now be risen... under a shadow.

RW: My god... I've never thought of that! If Nathan Gust is the father of Kate Madison's baby... that would make Shadow the biological grandfather!

Shadow: Connor... the child, my grandchild, my blood... shall one day rule SFT, for now, he'll know My Wonderland, and he'll prosper, and grow, and be part of me... and it'll eat at you as this happens, tear your very soul.

JC: What a family... two former SFT Owners as the parents, and the godfather of SFT has the grandfather... that kid has a bright future.

RW: but that is Connor MacDaddy's wife! and now she's been brainwashed by Nathan Gust, Shadow, and the Dead Pac!

JC: Look at her... she was NOT brainwashed!

Shadow: So stay away from her, Connor... do not shake the foundations of this family... because it will be the last thing you will ever do!

Kate and Nathan share a kiss again. The seperate and Shadow walks in between them, he puts an arm around each of them, and they all smile at Connor.

JC: That's all the time we have... Thanks for joining us...

RW: I can't believe what I just saw... this makes me sick.

JC: It's a family reunion! Shadow, Nathan Gust, Kate Madison, and the unborn child are one big happy family!

Shadow, Gust, and Kate all smile as the scene fades to black.