A video begins to play on the Jumbotron displaying the great battles in SFT history, along with a voice over that booms through the loudspeakers. Videos are shown of Preach and Destroy's first tag title win, followed by the amazing battles Havoc had in his carrer. A few moments later the video skips to Legion's entrence at this very same arena.

"Through time there have been many battle within the walls of SFT."

More clips begin to play, this time of more modern stars like Annika and Twilight. Kyle Murphy even makes an appearence, defending his hardcore title in some of the most brutal matches in SFT history.

"But this is a battle unlike any other..this is the battle...FOR EVERYTHING!"

Pyros begin to go off at the ring entrence as the names and faces of each battle royal entrent flash over the jumbotron.

RW: This is it! The battle for everything. The rules are simple. You throw your opponent over the top rope and the last man or woman to survive get's a shot at a title of their choice.

JC: Not to mention that fact that the two runner ups get a tag title shot. This battle royal could very well start the carrer of a young star or be the blasting off point for a return. We've got names like Cage and Shane Clemmens involved but also newcomers like AVD, Chase Roberts, and Trent Steel. Even Jack Jones and Johnathan Templeton decided to toss their names in the hat!

RW: And let's not forget Hardcore Hect. With that let's make our way to the ring.

The arena is thrown into a deep red as a voice comes over the loud speakers.

"Welcome to the house of hate! Please check all luggage with Hardcore Hect."

The fans go wild, some even holding fake baseball bats and hitting themselves over the head with them. That's when Hect comes from the ring curtain with a stapler in hand! He yells towards the crowd and staples himself in his own forehead!

RW: He's already bleeding and the match hasn't even begun! I think Hect can win this! I'm serious!

JC: Uh huh.

Hect quickly rolls under the ringropes and takes his place ath the far corner of the ring.

RW: Look at him! How can a man that hardcore lose?

Suddenly Hect's music is cut off as tribal sounds come over the pa. "AKONI!" a loud voice yells in a tribal tongue. "AKONI!" the voice yells again. Before Hect can even turn around he's ambushed by AVD who came through the crowd! AVD quickly grabs Hect's stapler and staples him in the back of the head, causing even more blood to flow! Hect shows no sign of pain but the suprise shocks him and give Akoni a chance to capitalize. He runs towards the ropes and hits Hect whit his full weight, causing him to shoot towards the ropes, eliminating himself!

RW: Uhh...I guess I was wrong.

JC: Ha ha! Sucks to be you!

RW: I bet fifty dollars on that bastard! I'm gonna kick his ass after the ppv!

JC: HA HA HA!

The lights in the arena begin to fade as strobes fire up and crimson red spot lights fire up. A crimson red pot leaf appears spinning in the middle of the ring. Flash bulbs fire as lighters fire up. "Dr. Evening" by Danko Jones begin to play. On the big screen you can see images of soldiers marching mixed in with strippers stripping. Soon these images are replaced by words. THE DIRTY GOD SHANE CLEMMENS

RW: OH MY FUCKING GOD!

JC: It can't be...it can't be!

Pyros fire as Shane appears from the entrance. In his hand in a bucket with N$V written on it in spray paint. He points at AVD and begins running towards the ring! He slides under the ropes and goes straight for AVD. While he was running he was able to put the bucket on his hand, which he uses in a flying punch combo! Bucket hand flying punch! But AVD isn't phased! He shakes it off and yells!

JC: He just hit AVD harder then chinese math and he isn't phased!

RW: You're wrong...look at his forehead. He's bleeding.

And indeed AVD is bleeding but the blood seems to make AVD even more determined. He's showing the classic Van Dam resolve and he wipes the blood off of his face and uses it to mark his chest. Shane sees this and smashes the bucket over AVD's head once more, this time denting the bucket to the point that it can no longer be used. AVD staggers backwards towards the rope and Shane rushes him with a hard clothesline, obviously trying to take him out. But AVD catches the arm and locks him in a standing arm bar! Shane is in pain and struggles to get free but he can't move too much due to be too close to the ropes. Shane yells out and uses his free arm to grab AVD by the leg. He tries to claw into AVDs leg, drawing a bit of more blood, but it makes AVD even angrier!

JC: Oh my god! AVD is a monster!

Suddenly Templeton comes running down the ramp with a chair in hand. He literly jumpes the ropes and slams the chair into AVD's head! AVD releases the hold and goes after Templeton who runs towards AVD but gets caught in his arms. AVD goes for a big slam but Shane spears him from the back! Antoni finaly goes down and Shand lays a few good stomps to his chest, stomps so powerful they make the ring shake. Before Shane can get too many good stomps in Templeton turns on him and sends a punch straight into his nose. While Shane is reeling Templeton goes for a double arm DDT! AVD and Shane are both down! Templeton starts to pose for the crowd in an almost Captain America way.

RW: He's eating up the fan support.

JC: What support. From where I'm sitting it's fifty fifty.

RW: What are you, a democrat?

Templeton continues to pose. AVD is still down but struggling to get up. Shane is using the ropes for levarge. A few second pass when..

"I've got friends in low places..."

Jack Jones comes running to the ring, complete with black cowboy hat to compliment his new, darker persona. Before Templeton can even get ready for him Jack catches Templeton with a HUGE dropkick that causes spit to shoot out of Templetons mouth! Jones follows up with another. As Templeton staggers Shane catches him from behind with a top rope clothesline. Templeton is rolling on the canvas in pain and the crowd is going wild. Just as Jones has his sights set on Clemmens AVD gets to his feet and walks calmly towards Jack.

AVD: "Hello Jack, my name is Antoni."

Just as he says that he slaps Jack square in the face and knees him in the groin. Jacks bends over in pain and AVD sends a couple of stiff shops into his chest, causing his flesh to turn red. That's when Shane realizes the danger in a monster like AVD still standing and goes once more into battle with AVD set in sight. AVD turns just in time to feel the effects of a full power spear! The spear forces AVD to slump over in the corner and Shane goes to toss him out of the ring, face first. Templeton is back on his feet and comes to help but it appears Shane doesn't want help and reacts badly to Templetons help by grabbing him and going for a multi strike martial arts combo! of course, Templeton isn't ready to be taken down again and ducks the first kick. This gives AVD time to pull himself out of the corner and go back to his original target, Jack Jones. Jones once again rushes AVD but this time the tides have turned in his favor and he's able to clothesline AVD, but not take him to the ground.

RW: That AVD...man....

AVD screams in anger and grabs Jack by his neck, choking the life out of him. Jack struggles but AVD lifts him above his head and tosses him outside of the ring. Jack is no longer in the match but quickly grabs a chair from ringside and smashes AVD in the head with it while he's looking down at the person he just eleminated. AVD stumbles backwards stright into the brawl Templeton and Clemmens are having and ends up getting dropkicked by Templeton. That's when AVD get's really mad and swings in blind rage, hitting Shane in the jaw. Shane is unphased and goes for a martial arts kick but AVD ducks and the kick goes stright to Templeton. Templeton falls backwards, nearly falling outside of the ring. Shane sees this and goes for his patented shining wizard! BAM! It connects and Templeton falls outside of the ring! Templeton shows his anger and starts yelling towards Shane but Shane only laughs.

JC: YES! The republican gets tossed out!

RW: God damn democrat.

JC: GO OBAMA!

RW: GO RUDY!

JC: FUCK YOU RW!

RW: FUCK YOU JC!

As the two are arguing Templeton walks over and slaps them both, then slowly walks away. He holds his arms up and leaves through the curtain...but he's tossed back out!

JC: He just slapped us!

RW: I think..I think someone just attacked Templeton!

Templeton gets up and runs back towards the curtain but gets tossed back again. Both AVD and Shane stop their battle to look on. One last try and...CRASH! A glass plate shatters over Templetons head, busting his head open. A hand grabs his leg and pulls him back and the sound of a chair hitting him repeatably can be heard. Trent Steel! Trent Steel walks from behind the curtain dragging Templeton's lifeless body. He drops his body halfway down the ramp and looks towards the ring, straight at AVD! He smirks and holds both hands up. The arena goes pitch black! Darkness is everywhere!

RW: Oh my god...first Trent Steel...

The lights come back on and Black Phoenix, Chase Roberts, is sitting atop the top left turnbuckle! She quickly jumps off, giving AVD a HUGE flying clothsline that knocks him down again! Trent rushes into the ring to help Phoenix and the two of them have a quick stair down with Shane Clemmens. Steel slowly takes off his trenchcoat to reveal a shirt with the SFT emblem upon it, scratched out with marker.

JC: Oh my god.

RW: This can't be good. They've gotta be gunning for Cage but he's not even in the match yet!

JC: Ya think? My god, I think Clemmens may have had his death warrent signed.

RW: Hi, my name is JC and I like to say god as many times as I can in one sentence.

JC:...fucking republican.

Trent goes straight for Shane, walking like a killer. He pulls one of the shards of glass he used on Templeton out of his pocket and smirks. Chase nods and rushes Clemmens, taking him down with a tackle and going for a classic punching combo. Just as Steel is about to close in on Shane with the glass shard he get's grabbed by the shoulder. AVD is back up! He looks straight down at Trent's shirt and shakes his head and his face goes red with anger. Trent sees this and slices into ADV's chest with the glass but Akoni grabs his wrist and forces Trent away. In a feat of raw power he pulls the shard out of his chest and tosses it outside of the ring.

JC: Akoni has worked his whle life to get to SFT to be with his cousin. You don't spit on legacy like that.

Chase stands up, pulling Shane by the hair with her. Trent is quick to punch ADV right in the chest, where he had been stabbed. For the first time in the night ADV shows a moment of pain and grabs his bleeding chest. At the other side of the ring Chase tosses Shane towards ADV which causes ADV to stumble. AS he does chase runs towards both Shane and ADV and goes for an insane corkscrew dropkick like move. It works and Shane ends up hitting ADV with enough tforce to knock him outside of the ring! ADV is out of the match. In a fit of anger he grabs the chair Jack used against him and tosses it straight for Trent, hitting him in his side.

RW: ADV is out of the match but I think he proved his worth for the time he spent in.

JC: And he got a cheap shot in on Trent!

ADV isn't done, either. He keeps grabbing items from ringside and throwing them into the ring. It ranges from a small ringside table to JC's coffee cup! Before long the ring is littered with objects that could be used to the advantage of any smart hardcre wrestler. ADV finaly leaves and the three wrestlers left in the ring are now able to continue their battle. It seems Shane is a tiny bit out numbered here. Chase picks up the coffee cup that ADV had thrown into the ring and Trent picks up a broken table leg. They both look at Shane with evil glances and rush him. Shane is quick to pick up a garbage can and use it to shield himself from most of the impact but his hands still feel it. Chase and Trent drop their weapons but Shane's hands are bleeding! Trent looks at Shanes bloody hands and smiles!

RW: This doesn't look good.

That's when a familar theme music begins to play over the loud speakers. It takes a few moments but the fans begin to reconize it. It's Cage! Cage comes running down to the ring to make the save on Clemmens! He rushes into the ring and goes straight for Chase. The moment of fan reaction gives Shane just enough time to regroup and go after Trent. He takes him down with the same tackle punch that Chase did and lays some bloody punches on Trent. Trent still has enough strength to push Shane off, though, and wipes the blood off of his face.

JC: Shane with a second wind there.

Chase and Cage are getting into it hard, tossing punches left and right untill they're both brething heavy. Chase goes for a DDT but Cagse reverses it into a body drop, which Chase also squeezes out of. Cage then goes for a spine breaker but Chase hooks her legs around Cage's mid-secton, trying to take him down in a triangle midsecton lock. Cage reverses again and tries to slam her face into the ring but Chase, once again, is quick enough to break the hold and flip herself over Cage and back onto her feet. Trent, on the other hand, is taking it to Shane with the table leg he had dropped a second ago. He's smashing it into his side without mercy and old stopping to take in the boos of the fans. He starts to drive it into Shanes forehead when Shane gets a hand up quickly to grab the chair leg. He fights with raw strength to force it into Trent's eye! Trent holds his left eyes and smiles at the pain, which causes Shane to laugh. They both stand up, seeing themselves as worthy foes.

RW: Can this get any better? If this match were to end right now I think these fans would have gotten their moneys worth. Trent and Shane lock up but Trent pushes him off and grabs a brick hammer from the middle of the ring. He rushes Cage with it and hits him in the midsection. Shane is quick to follow but not quick enough to stop the attack. Chase takes advantage and grabs him in russian choke lock, kind of like a cobra clutch. Trent laughs and eithout warning Shane tackles him, sending both of them outside of the ring!

JC: Wait...they were both taken out at the same time...which one gets the tag title shot?

At this point Chase pushes them out of the ring eliminating them, leaving Cage and Chase as the last two. Cage with a larait then tries a superplex with Chase off the top turnbucle but Chase fights him, fights him to the point they both struggle and Chase falls off the top onto the outside, Cage stands attop the turnbuckel alone and victorious!

Cage has won the Battle Royal, welcome back Cage!

There is a small pause before the bell rings. Twilight and Jenson both in the ring.

Twilight starts off with sucker punch then a kick to the head. a backbreaker, followed by a suplex. There is a running powerbomb which rattles the ring.

RW: That’ll wake him up.

The crowd in MSG are extra rowdy tonight. As they start to chant SFT, over and over again SFT!

Twilight hits his Twilight Zone as he covers 1………….2…………….3!

Annika and Alex are trading punches as the bell rings. Alex with a blitzkrieg of moves. With a running powerslam he follows it up with a dragon sleeper on Annika. Annika comes right back with a killer chop to the chest of Alex. Alex fires right back with a ax handle to her shoulder. He picks her up and lands a shoulder slam as Annika is in obvious pain.

RW: Alex isn’t holding back because shes a woman.

Alex with a bull move as hits her with a shoulder block as she was getting up. Alex sets up and nails a jackhammer leveling her in an instant he covers her 1……………2……………….kickout!

JC: Annika kicked out! Unbelievabable!

Alex tries a powerbomb and nails it, he flies off the second rope with a knee to her head, just like Annika did to others.

RW: I think shes busted open, see a bit of blood on her forehead.

Alex continues his onslaught with an ankle lock as hes trying to driver her into submission. The more Annika tries to get to the ropes the more pressure that is put her leg. Finally Annika reaches the ropes after many grueling minutes.

Annika gets up hobbling. Alex converges on her but as she spots him she swings her good leg and nails him with a swinging kick. Annika now hobbling around the ring. She grabs hold of the turnbuckles using them as a crutch. As Alex advances she flies off with a lariat off the second rope almost decapitating him. She covers 1…………..2……………kickout!

RW: Annika almost had it there.

Alex gets up quickly almost as if recharged and clotheslines her, he nails her with a spinebuster as she is now hurting in her back and her ankle. Annika tries to crawl to the ropes but Alex pulls her back to the center of the ring from her hair. He nails her with a kick to the face and locks in a figure 4 leg lock. Annika screams out in pain.

JC: I think this could be it.

Alex is holding on Annika though being asked wont submit, Alex yells come on! But Annika screams back no.

RW: This is hurting me just watching it.

Annika uses herself to move right to left using some momentum and turns it over on Alex who quickly breaks the hold but the damage is done. Annika is having trouble just trying to get up.

Alex shows no emotion as he stares at her.

RW: Alex is one cold hearted son of a bitch.

JC: And that’s what will make him great.

JC: I think either way its over, Annika is toast.

Alex moves in on her. He is going for his go to sleep when Annika kicks him in the face a last attempt to slow him down and as he falls she rolls him up holding tights that the ref doesnt see 1...2...3!

RW: holy..

JC: Yeah... Anyways, let us get to our next match... Kyle Murphy versus TK Money.

"The bell rings with both wrestlers in the ring at once. Kyle rushes towards TK and close lines him to the ground... Kyle then quickly lands a leg drop on TK. Kyle picks TK up to his feet and attempts to powerslam him, however, TK kicks Kyle in the family jewels, while the ref wasn't looking and then TK nails with an implant DDT.

JC: Very cheap by TK.

RW: Hey, you have to do what it takes to win.

"TK climbs the top ropes and lands a frogsplash upon Kyle Murphy, while Kyle is still on the ground. TK wraps his arm around Kyle's leg and covers him for a count.."

1. 2.. KICKOUT!

"TK slams the mat and picks Kyle Murphy up to his feet. Kyle quickly pokes TK in the eye and closelines TK back down to the mat. Kyle Murphy then grabs TK's legs, and puts him into a simple sharpshooter right in the middle of the ring. TK screams in pain, as Kyle applies more pressure to the legs and back of TK. The ref checks to see if TK will tap, but TK stays strong, and starts his journey to the bottom rope."

JC: You can do it!

"TK slowly makes his way to the bottom rope and grabs onto it... Kyle then waits a few seconds, before he lets go. Kyle lifts TK back up to his feet and puts him into a snap suplex. TK rolls out of the ring, while holding his back. TK then slides back into the ring and dropkicks Kyle, while Kyle was still taunting the crowd. TK then picks Kyle up and puts him into a belly to belly suplex. TK covers Kyle Murphy."

1. 2.. KICKOUT!

JC: Kyle barely got out of that one.

"TK picks Kyle up, and Kyle regains himself. Kyle then knees TK in the gut and puts him into Murphy's Law out of no where which sends the fans into a tizzy! Kyle covers TK." 1. 2.. 3!!!

JC: Kyle did it. He is the new United States Champion.

RW: yes but I think he has his sights set on another title...

JC: Yes!!!!

The two competitors begin to circle one another, both tentative to make the first move. Hellraiser advances first looking for a tie-up but Pettis ducks and locks the dark myth in a waist lock. She spins Hellraiser around and drops him with a fireman's carry and goes for a pin but Hellraiser powers out before a one count and springs to his feet. Pettis rushes him but is caught with an arm drag and then a standing dropkick. Both competitors get to their feet at the same time and look at one another. The crowd begins an immediate round of applause.

JC: Yowza!

Meanwhile, in the ring, the two lock up and Pettis forces Hellraiser into the corner. Instead of a clean break, Pettis drills Hellraiser with a shoulder to the midsection and then a right uppercut followed but a knife-edge chop. And a second. Pettis then whips Hellraiser into the far corner and follows it up with a splash that sends Hellraiser to the mat. Hellraiser is slowly getting to his feet when Pettis helps him the rest of the way and hammers him again with a right hand that sends him back into the corner. Pettis grabs Hellraiser and easily puts him on the top rope. She begins to ascend the turnbuckles but Hellraiser kicks her quickly in the stomach and then the face. Pettis reels back into the center of the ring as Hellraiser climbs to the top rope. Pettis turns around and is met with a flying dropkick from Hellraiser. He covers... 1..... 2..... Kickout!

Hellraiser follows the pin attempt with a quick chin lock, trying to keep her off her feet. Instead, Pettis still gets to her feet but with Hellraiser on his back. She flips Hellraiser off of his back with ease and drops a stiff leg drop. Hellraiser falls limp. Sensing victory, Pettis quickly applies a Dragon Sleeper.

JC: Hellraiser is in serious trouble here this could be the end.

Hellraiser tries to fight out of the hold but the more he struggles, the more the sleeper begins to take effect. He feels his grip is beginning to slip so struggles to reach the ropes. Eventually he does but this does not sit well with Pettis. She grabs Hellraiser but the throat, lifts him into the air and delivers the Ice Pick Driver!

RW: Oh shit!

JC: Pettis gave him the Ice Pick Driver! This could be it! Pettis cover hellraiser!

1..... 2..... Kickout!

Hellraiser kicks out at the last minute which enrages Pettis. She covers him again but again only gets a 2 count. Pettis picks up Hellraiser and tosses him to the outside. She follows him out.

JC: Um, they're getting closer!

RW: Run!

Pettis advances on Hellraiser as the referee follows them out. The ref gets in front of Pettis to try and stop the onslaught but Pettis shoves him aside and receives a low blow from Hellraiser. The monster is wounded and Hellraiser climbs to the top of the announcer's table. He leaps at a turning Pettis but is caught and powerslamed through the Spanish announcer's table!

JC: OH MY DEAR LORD!

RW: What incredible power by Sara. That was incredible.

Pettis is the first to emerge out of the wreckage and starts throwing the debris aside. Hellraiser then appears but still lies motionless. Pettis lifts the limp body of Hellraiser to his feet, puts him on her own shoulder and heads for the ring. She pauses at the edge of the apron, turns, and launches Hellraiser head first into the steel ring post.

RW: That was just sick!

Blood now pours from Hellraiser skull as Pettis lifts him once again to his feet and rolls him into the ring. She covers Hellraiser as the referee slides in. 1..... 2..... Kickout!

JC: What the hell!!??!!

RW: I don't believe it!

Pettis is now visibly frustrated. She reaches down and lifts the lifeless Hellraiser to his feet. She steadies him in the center of the ring and runs to the ropes. She bounces back but Hellraiser ducks a massive clothesline and hits a standing leg lariat on the return. Pettis stumbles back to her feet but is met by a right hand by Hellraiser and another and another sends her to the turnbuckle. Pettis staggers out to the middle and Hellraiser hits her with Death's Delight!!! Which sends Pettis to the mat screaming in pain. Hellraiser stand over his falled opponent with a huge smile on his face. Then all of the sudden the lights go out in the arena and after a few seconds the come back on to see Sara still lying in the the middle of the ring screaming in pain. Hellraiser is no where to be seen.

RW: Where did Hellraiser go?

JC: I have no clue but he had this thing locked upall he had to do was go for the cover....

"Blood" by WWE Studios hits as the cell begins to descend.

JC: It's time for our SFT Championship match, here comes the Hell In A Cell making its slow descent!

RW: And that old school Immortal Outlawz music can only herald the arrival of our World Champion!

Dave Van Dam walks out to a strong reaction from the MSG crowd. The SFT Championship belt is over his shoulder. He walks slowly down the aisle, watching the cell come down.

JC: Van Dam looks a little reluctant, but he's going to have to get in that cell eventually.

RW: Well Dave Van Dam has been through just about every match imaginable, and he knows what awaits inside Hell In A Cell.

As Dave gets to ringside and makes his way up the steps, "Ten Thousand Fist" by Disturbed hits the loudspeakers. Mike Zybala appears on stage even as Van Dam gets into the ring. Contrary to Van Dam, Zybala hesitates a moment before running down the ramp and sliding into the ring.

JC: Is Mike Zybala suicidal? He ran down there so fast he beat the cell!

RW: John, I think Mike has nothing to lose here and he knows it!

In the ring, the referee instructs the wrestlers to go to their separate corners as the cell gets to the floor. Once the cell is in place, referees on the outside of the cell chain the door shut, locking the men inside. Finally the bell rings and the two lock up. Van Dam quickly takes Zybala down with a headlock takeover, staying on top of him with the headlock applied. Zybala wriggles free and applies a headscissor to Van Dam.

JC: Looks like we're starting off with some good old fashioned mat wrestling.

RW: BOR-ING!

Van Dam manages to push Zybala's legs apart and get out of the headscissor. The two men stand up, facing off again. DVD goes for a kick to the ribs, but Zybala catches his leg and brings him down with a back heel trip. Zybala then applies a spinning toehold on the leg he caught, which he was still holding onto. Van Dam responds quickly by reaching up, grabbing the head of Zybala and rolling him up.

JC: A quick pin! The pinfall only gets a one count, and both men roll back to their feet. Van Dam grabs Zybala and whips him to the ropes, successfully hitting a back body drop on the return. Zybala gets to his feet and DVD charges, knocking him down with a Lou Thesz Press and raining down right hands to the head of the challenger.

RW: Now the actions picking up!

JC: Well neither man could seem to get the upper hand on the other in the early going, but now Van Dam has done that.

Van Dam gets to his feet, stomping Zybala in the face to make sure he stays down. He then jumps up and comes crashing down across Zybala's throat with a spinning leg drop. Finally he stands and brings Zybala to his feet as well, taking him right back down with a swinging neckbreaker. Then Dave pulls Mike right back up, only to toss him out of the ring to the floor.

RW: Oh yeah! Now it's getting good!

JC: Randy, you have some serious issues.

DVD follows Z to the floor and brings him to his feet again, executing a vertical suplex on the floor. He instinctively goes for a cover, but the referee- still inside the ring- reminds him that the fall can only be gained inside the ring. Dave stands back up, pulling Mike with him. He looks at the ring steps and sends Zybala into them with an Irish whip.

JC: Good Lord! Zybala sent shoulder first into the steel ring steps!

Van Dam stalks Zybala, walking up to him. He brings Zybala to his feet and attempts to drive his face into the steel steps, but Mike manages to block, elbowing Van Dam in the gut and driving Dave's face into the steel instead. Van Dam staggers back and Zybala runs at him, sending him to the floor with a clothesline.

JC: Mike Zybala is fighting back now!

Zybala pulls Van Dam to his feet, wraps his arms around the waist of Van Dam and runs forward, pushing him back first into the steel cell. Still holding on, Z turns DVD around and runs forward again, driving his lower back into the ring apron.

RW: Zybala putting a lot of punishment on the spine of Van Dam!

Zybala turns Van Dam around again, running him into the steel cell a second time before finally letting go. Van Dam drops to his knees.

JC: Things doesn't look good for our World Champion right now!

Zybala brings Van Dam backs to his feet and Irish whips Van Dam to the ring steps in retaliation, sending him forward with so much force that DVD goes into the steps standing up, his knees slamming into the steel and sending him flying over the steps. Now Zybala reaches under the ring, pulling out a kendo stick.

JC: Oh Lord, what's Zybala got in mind with that singapore cane?

RW: As if you don't know!

Van Dam gets to his feet as Zybala walks over to him. Swinging the kendo stick like a baseball bat, Zybala hits Van Dam right in the ribs. He follows that up with a shot right across the top of the head, laying out Van Dam. Zybala decides to drop the kendo stick, now reaching under the ring again in search of something else to use.

JC: Oh my God! That's a fluorescent lightbulb tube he just pulled out from under the ring! Who put that down there?!

RW: I don't know, but I'm glad they did!

Zybala uses one hand to bring Van Dam back to his feet, leaning him against the ring apron to keep him standing. Pulling back, he smashes the glass tube over the head of Van Dam!

JC: Good God! That was sick!

Van Dam collapses back to the floor, only to have Zybala bring him right back up. Van Dam is bleeding, and Z drives DVD face first into the cell for good measure. He then goes over to the ring steps, grabbing the top step and setting it down on the floor. Zybala now grabs Van Dam and pulls him up onto the ring step he set up. Z sets Van Dam up for a piledriver, and hits a cradle piledriver!

RW: Piledriver on the ring steps! That's gotta be it for Van Dam!

Zybala grabs the motionless Van Dam and rolls him into the ring. He slides in himself, and crawls quickly into a pin!

JC: That's it! We're going to have a new World Champion!

1... 2... KICK OUT!

Zybala can't believe it as Van Dam rolls a shoulder up at the last possible second. Angry, Zybala pulls Van Dam to his feet and tries for a powerbomb. DVD fights back, punching Z several times on the top of the head. Zybala staggers forward, and Van Dam manages to grab the top rope, sending Zybala over the top with a headscissors. In a bit of bad luck, Zybala lands directly on the steel ring step he just hit the piledriver on.

JC: Wow! What a counter by Van Dam! Back first on the steel, that had to hurt!

RW: How in the world is he fighting back after all the punishment he's taken?!

Van Dam takes a moment to catch his breath, then rolls out to the floor. Pulling Zybala up to his feet, he takes him over to the corner of the ring and drives him face first into the ringpost. He then turns Zybala around and slams his face into the cell. Still holding Z by the back of the head, DVD turns back around and drives his face into the ringpost again. Van Dam finally lets go of Zybala, who staggers away holding his head. Van Dam charges and attempts to clothesline Zybala, but Mike ducks and catches him in a rear waistlock.

JC: OUCH MAKER!

RW: That's it! Van Dam is finished now!

Zybala again sees a chance to put the match away, and rolls Van Dam back into the ring. As he slides in, Van Dam crawls to the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and tries to pull himself to his feet. Zybala comes up behind him and catches him with the Z-Factor, following that up quickly by placing him in the "Can You Say Oww?"

JC: Can You Say Oww? How is Van Dam going to get out of this?!

RW: I don't think he can! He's going to have to tap! New SFT Champion!

Van Dam writhes in pain, and pushes up on his arms to try to alleviate some of the pressure. He pushes himself forward, trying to drag Zybala toward the ropes. DVD continues crawling towards the ropes, using his weight advantage to pull Z with him. Finally Van Dam reaches out and grabs to the bottom rope. The referee utilizes his five count, but Zybala does not let go. Unable to disqualify him, the referee has to settle for yelling at Zybala to break the hold.

Finally Zybala does let go of his submission hold, the damage clearly done as Van Dam attempts to pull himself up but falls to a knee as his right knee buckles under him.

JC: That right knee and ankle of Van Dam has taken a lot of punishment in this match, and I think this match is just moments away from being over!

Zybala charges Van Dam as Dave finally manages to stand up, but DVD sees him coming in time to drop to the mat, pulling the top rope down and sending Zybala crashing to the floor again. Dave rolls to the center of the ring, taking this time to rest and attempt to recover. As Zybala gets to his feet and slides into the ring, Van Dam rolls out the other side.

JC: Van Dam trying to buy himself as much time as he can here. He needs it badly. He's bleeding profusely, his back has taken a beating and so has his right leg. It's a wonder he can even stand.

Zybala follows Van Dam outside, but walks right into a kick to the midsection. Van Dam hooks a front facelock and delivers something like a vertical suplex, driving Zybala back first into the chain link of the cell. DVD drops to all fours as he releases Z, who drops awkwardly to the floor.

Now Van Dam reaches under the ring and pulls out a ladder. The ladder hits the cell, preventing Van Dam from pulling it out all the way.

JC: Well I don't see how that's going to do him much good. That ladder is to big to get out from under the ring!

Van Dam shrugs and goes back over to Zybala, who was attempting to slide back into the ring. DVD grabs Z just as he gets under the bottom rope, and brings him back out to the floor. Van Dam then applies a front facelock on Zybala again, looking behind him at the ladder.

JC: Oh no! Don't do it!

RW: Vertical suplex on the ladder! That was brutal!

Now with the advantage again, Van Dam rolls Zybala into the ring. Van Dam reaches under the ring a second time, now pulling out a steel chair. Van Dam slides into the ring, where Zybala is laying on his stomach. DVD slams the chair down across the back of Zybala several times, then drops it and rolls Zybala over to cover.

1... 2... KICK OUT!

Van Dam stands and grabs the chair again, waiting for Zybala to get to his feet. Once he is up DVD raises the chair up to bring down across Zybala's head, but Zybala levels him with a superkick to the jaw. Mike drops to his knees for a moment, but digs down deep to push his way up to his feet. He runs to the rope and lands a rolling thunder on Van Dam. He covers.

JC: That could be it!

1... 2... KICK OUT!

RW: Will this match ever end?!

Zybala pulls Van Dam up now and lifts him in a fireman's carry, setting him up for a Mind Eraser.

JC: Mind Eraser time!

Van Dam wriggles out of the fireman's carry and lands on his feet behind Zybala.

RW: Or not!

Zybala turns around and DVD scoops him up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry of his own.

JC: Don't tell me Van Dam is going to try to put away Zybala with his own move!

Zybala returns the favor, escaping the fireman's carry and landing behind Van Dam. DVD turns and tries to kick Zybala in the gut, but Zybala catches his foot. Van Dam, struggling to stand on his bad right leg, hops up and goes for an enziguiri. Zybala ducks this as well. Van Dam lands on his right foot, but the knee immediately gives out on him and he drops to his knees.

JC: Uh-oh! That bad leg just gave out on Van Dam! His knee buckled under his weight!

Zybala seizes the opportunity by moving around to the upper body of Van Dam and applying a front facelock. Turning him into the right position, he drops him down with a DDT onto the steel chair laying in the ring.

RW: Now it's over! That's got to be the end!

Rather than go for a cover, Zybala goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope.

JC: Mike Zybala looking to go high-risk! He wants to put this thing away!

RW: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Zybala crashes down on the motionless Van Dam with the shooting star press and immediately hooks the leg!

1... 2... 3!

JC: OH MY GOD! He's done it!

RW: Mike Zybala has defeated Dave Van Dam for the second week in a row to become the SFT Champion!

JC: UNBELIEVABLE!

The cage rises up and the referee gets the SFT Championship belt from the timekeeper, and hands it Zybala. Mike gets to his feet and celebrates with the title belt. The crowd cheers, recognizing both Zybala and Van Dam for the great match.

JC: And now for the main event!

RW: About time. I was getting tired of watching those other bums try to entertain me. Shadow vs Nirvana? THAT'S where the action's at, I say!

Shadow's music fills the arena, as the man strolls down the aisle with confidence in his eyes, a single spotlight the only illumination. He climbs the steps to the cage door, and steps inside. Shadow gives the walls a good shake to ensure their sturdiness, then relegates himself to his corner. The spot goes out, and the room fills up with light just in time to catch King gracefully leap from his perch atop the cage. Extending his foot, he connects with a gorgeous martial arts kick square to Shadow's jaw. Taken completely by surprise, Shadow is knocked back over the top rope, first faceplanting himself right into the steel cage, then a hard landing atop his skull as the unsympathetic ground claims it's toll.

RW: See? It even starts off with a bang! All the other people just started off punching each other or some such shit. Look! First move in, and Shadow's busted open something fierce!

JC: Well, it's definitely not for the weak at heart, I'll give you that.

Jeff climbs quickly to his feet after his crashlanding, only slightly phased by his body-raping maneuver. He drags Shadow back under the rope by his hair, and picks him up by the same. A look of hunger crosses his eyes as he spies the fresh blood gushing out of Shadow's head, and he takes a chomp. Teeth perforating flesh, King sinks them in, locking his jaw. Momentarily, he releases his grip for the purpose of shoving his tongue into Shadow's gaping head wound and getting a taste of fresh, warm blood before chomping back down. Shadow screams in agony as Jeff jerks his head back and forth, avulsing the soft flesh. King jerks his head to the left as far as it will go, nearly knocking Shadow off his feet. It was but a set up, though. King jerks his head to the right, and Shadow leaves his feet, flying halfway across the ring leaving chunks of forehead dangling out of King's mouth.

RW: ...mommy...

JC: ...I...err...

King chews the morsels of raw meat, sucking them into his mouth like spaghetti. He shudders in ecstacy as the coppery taste of the raw meat claims his tastebuds. But while King is briefly giving in to pleasure, Shadow is regaining his composure. He's made it to his feet and has pulled something gold-looking and shiny from his pocket. Running forward with every ounce of strength he has, he lunges, cracking Jeff in the back of the head with the object. King crumples to the ground like a ragdoll. Shadow drops the item to the ground, revealing it to be a brass knuckle. he rolls king over, and cups his hand over Jeff's mouth. Blood trickles down from his forehead onto his opponent's face, filling Jeff's good eye, and nostrils. King struggles as he chokes, his lungs filling with Shadow's lifeblood.

JC: Mary, Joseph, and baby Jesus...he can't breathe!

RW: Shadow's using his own blood and sweat as a weapon, sheer genious!

JC: Bastard doesn't deserve any less!

King's struggles get more desperate as his last breath runs its course, then, nothing. He collapses to the mat, completely limp. Shadow releases his grip, and staggers to his feet. As he starts staggering towards the cage door, a bald man with a goatee dressed in black runs down the aisle carrying a burlap sack. He reaches the ringand opens the cage door, so poor Shadow can save his strength as he makes his exit.

RW: That's Paul Philips! What the hell is he doing back? His last return was so embarassingly pathetic I'd think he would be ashamed to show his face around here again!!

JC: SFT is a lot like the mafia. once you're in it, you're never truly out of it.

RW: Okay, genious. Now explain what he's doing helping out Shadow?

BAM! Shadow reaches the door and takes a step out, only to be greeted by a steel door to the brain. Paul Philips smiles as he removes a wierd knife and a hammer out from the burlap sack before throwing it into the ring. Jeff King coughs and sputters up a small pool of Shadow's blood while Shadow rolls around on the mat clutching his wounded forehead. Paul goes to work, taking the knife to the cage walls.

JC: What kind of a blade IS that thing?

RW: You dummy! Don't tell me you haven't played the videogame Fallout 2! Somehow, Paul Philips got his hands on a ripper!

JC: Right...cause those things really exist!

RW: yeah, yeah. I bet you're creaming your pants over Bethesda's soulless Fallout 3 graphics fest. Poser.

Somehow, both Shadow and Jeff get to their feet at the same time. They stagger towards each other slowly but surely. When they finally reach each other, it's a flurry of blows with King getting the upper hand early. Shadow's standing dazed, and King goes all out, attempting a roundhouse kick. Short of wind, from the near drowning, he slips before the maneuver connects, gasping for that precious oxygen his body's been deprived of. Shadow capitalizes, reaching into the burlap sack to retrieve Jeff's spiked cane! He hovers over King's choking body and plants the thing in Jeff's eye! King's screams fill the arena

JC: King only had one eye left! he's permanently blind now!

RW: Look again! That hit his GLASS eye! Imagine the pain of all that glass carving up your empty eye socket!

JC: I don't know which is worse, now!

Shadow removes the cane from King's eye socket. Rolling Jeff over, he sticks his fingers in King's gaping, bloody socket, and rips and tears at the flesh. Jeff's screams intensify as the shards of glass grind deeper and deeper into the gaping pit in his skull. Paul keeps chiseling away at the cage, having made it through one segment already. Shadow changes his grip, grabbing Jeff's hair he pounds and pounds, and pounds King's face into the matt. The glass burrows its way deeper and deeper into King's skin, then it starts grinding into the bone.

RW: Paul's got the hammer now, what's he doing?

JC: Oh god! He's pounding the steel bars out! look at the POINTS on those things! Like miniature spears!

RW: Eww! I hurt all over just THINKING about those things!

Shadow picks up King, and throws a couple quick left jabs into the eye for good measure. He takes a couple steps back, then POW! Shadow completely gores King, lifting him up, and slamming him onto the two sharpened cage segments Paul was working on.

JC: FUCK! He's impaled on the cage!

RW: And totally helpless, to boot! His opponent just has to STROLL out of the cage for an easy victory!

JC: Not if Paul Philips has anything to say about it!

Paul starts a mad dash for the cage door as Shadow climbs higher and higher up the wall. Leaping, Paul JUST misses Shadow's foot as it disappears over the cage wall, and Shadow collapses to the outside for the victory!