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RW: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Charlotte North Carolina and than you all for joing us for New Beginnigns Rejuvenation!! JC: Yes, hello everyone this is John and that was my partner Randy. What a hell of a show we have for you here tonight. Hardcore Hect faces The Chef in a flaming tables match. Maniac Mike defends his newly won Television title against the defiant Rayn. RW: Yes plus Allisa challenges Connor MacDaddy for his ownership rights in a steel cage tonight. Aidan looks to get back in the rtitle scenes as he challenges Amy Jo Smyth for the Intercontinental Championship. JC: And last but not least our main event tonight the legend Dave Van Dam takes on The Great Shawn Walsh for Walsh's World Title. RW: So much action packed into this one show here tonight it isn't funny. I don't know what else to tell you other than we have to go to the ring for our first match!
Hardcore Hect vs. The Chef (Flaming Tables Match) JC: Here we go with the opening contest and apparently the rules have changed! RW: Ain't that the truth? We're about to have a flaming tables match, and clearly the Chef has an advantage. JC: How do you figure? RW: He's a cook! "Coming Undone" hits the pa as Allisa O'Toole comes from behind the curtain holding a cookbook. She points to the curtain as "The Chef" appears and takes the cookbook from her hand. He holds it into the air as Allisa walks back behind the curtain, leaving him alone. JC: And here he is...the #1 cook for SFT, Chef Alessandro. RW: Did you get some of that pasta he made today? Damn! Good stuff. As the sound of "My Time" plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark. The spotlights in the arena start to strobe in unison with the beat of the song. At the entrance way a light under the stage strobes to the song, as smoke fills the way. Out from the back comes Hectzilla, dressed in a black hooded robe, which covers his head to the point you cannot see his face. He stands, kendo stick in hand, looking around the arena, and then raises his hands in the air. The lights come back on and Hardcore Hect makes his way to the ring. He uses the ringsteps to make his way to the apron, where he walks to the center of the apron, looking into the ring. He reaches up with both hands to his hood, like he's going to pull it back, but instead rips the hood, followed by the robe, in half, and lets it fall to the ground. Hect gets into the ring and goes to a corner, where he kneels facing the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start. JC: This will be an exciting one. RW: I'm getting hungry already. JC: The hell? The bell rings to begin the match. Hect stays in the corner, facing away from the Chef. Chef Alessandro walks over to Hect, and as he gets close, Hect quickly turns around and tosses a fireball in his face. The Chef falls down and rolls around screaming with his hands on his face. Hect smirks and laughs a bit and starts stomping on the Chef. JC: WHAT A DISGUSTING DISPLAY! The match barely starts and he resorts to those tactics? Where's the ref? RW: What do you expect? He is hardcore. And the ref...is staying outside the ring apparently. Hect picks up the Chef and hits a shortarm clothesline and then rolls to the outside of the ring and gets a table from under the ring. He slips the table in, and then goes over to the ring steps. Hect kicks the ringsteps apart to reveal that there was a lighter and a bottle of rum hidden in the steps. Hect puts the lighter in his pocket and grabs the rum and rolls into the ring. Hect opens the rum and takes a swig before closing it and putting it in the corner. Hect walks over to the table and sets it up, not noticing that the Chef is pulling something out of HIS pocket. Hect focuses on Chef and walks over to him. Hect leans over Chef, about to pick him up, but Chef stabs Hect's leg with a fork. Hect falls to his asa holding his leg, screaming. Chef, with his face full of black marks from the fireball, smirks and slowly gets up. Chef runs at Hect, who's sitting on the mat trying to get the fork out of his leg, and kicks Hect in the face. The Chef looks out at the people and holds up his hands like he made a goal, and then bows. RW: WOW! Who knew he was such a cocky asshole? JC: Allisa maybe? RW: Not that kind of cocky! Chef picks up Hect and tries to whip him into the corner, but Hect falls, clutching his leg that still has the fork in it. Chef walks over and steps on Hect's foot, and quickly yanks the fork out of Hect's leg. Hect yells out in pain. The Chef then stomps on the wound, ans mounts Hect, and starts slamming the fork into Hect's forehead. The Chef gets off Hect, and Hect rolls over on his stomach, a pool of blood forming around his head. The Chef pulls the setup table to the center of the ring. The Chef looks down at Hect and motions as if we were adding something to a dish, and yells out "BAM!" JC: What the hell was that? RW: I think that means he's going to end the match. Chef walks over to the bottle of rum and pours half of the bottle on the table and then closes it and tosses it away. He then walks over to Hect and tries to pick him up, but Hect hits a lowblow on the Chef. The Chef hunches over, with a look of shock and pain on his face. He then falls over, twitching in pain. Hect lays on his back a while, and then notices that the bottle of rum is right next to him. The Chef rolls over to the ropes and pulls himself up slowly. He leans over, holding the top rope, trying to gain his bearings back. He turns around and sees Hect laying on his stomach, struggling to get up. The Chef slowly walks over to Hect, still nursing the pain that Hect inflicted on him. The Chef bends over and pulls on Hect's shirt to turn him over. Hect rolls onto his back, with the lighter lit in front of his face. Hect spits out some rum, which hits the lighter, blowing a huge fireball into Chef's face. Chef falls back, a little bit of the fire still on his chef's coat, he ends up bent over on the table, which catches fire from the small flame that was on his coat. JC: WHAT THE HELL! RW: THE TABLE...THE TABLE...THE TABLE'S ON FIRE! Hect quickly gets up, favoring his injured leg, and grabs Chef, whipping him to the ropes. On the rebound Hect catches Chef with a spinning Sky High spinebuster, which sends Chef right into the flaming table. The referee on the outside of the ring calls for the bell to end the match. The fires burn themselves out when the alcohol has evaporated. The referee walks over to Chef and checks on him, as EMTs rush out to attend to him. The ref then walks over to Hect and raises his hand. RW: That is some of the most horrific stuff I've ever seen in my days doing commentary. JC: Hardcore Hect once again proves that he is what he says he is...hardcore. Winner: Hardcore Hect
JC: This is what you've been waiting for. RW: No way, are you serious? JC: I swear. RW: Yes! We're finally going to find out who the father of Megan's kid is. JC: That's right, it's been over five years and it's finally come out. Right here at New Beginnings. RW: Nelly's father will finally be revealed. JC: And so will the third party involved in this whole matter. RW: That's going to be good too, but I still think its Shadow. JC: Don't look now, but here they come. Megan comes out slowly to 'Crazy' By Alanis Morissette, holding an even fatter manila envelope then last time. She also has her own lawyer following close behind her; a good looking, brunette in a well-tailored pantsuit. RW: Whore. JC: Shut up, have some respect. RW: Never! Sebastian Collins emerges and steps into the ring. He stands in the corner, far from Megan and her lawyer who are speaking amongst themselves. JC: I feel bad for this guy. RW: Why? JC: That could be his daughter and he keeps getting dragged out here to reveal this crap. Its Shadows turn now. He slowly makes his way to the ring, his lawyer in tow. He steps into the ring and nods at Sebastian. RW: Now that's a man. Now what's Nelly's father. JC: We'll see. RW: I know it is. JC: Now to see who this third party isâ€¦ "Get Back" By Ludacris plays and everyone anxiously awaits the third party's arrival. The lights dim and a figure emerges from behind the curtain. He moves into the light. JC: Too many shocks here tonight. RW: It's Venom? Venom of all the men in this place? JC: That's right; Venom could be the father of Nelly's daughter. RW: You'd think she would have better taste in men. JC: Anyway, he's about to let us know how he feels. Venom: Hello gentlemen, and whore. Megan just rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Venom: So let's get this starting; let's find out for sure that I am that little girls father. JC: Why does everyone want to be Nelly's father? RW: I dunno. I wouldn't want to be. JC: Megan has a microphone now. Megan: Venom, darling. I remember very clearly the relationship I had with you. It was short and not so sweet. You think you fucked me, but you didn't. Someone had a little 'accident' before actually getting into the whole thing. RW: Whoo. JC: That defiantly did not make Venom happen. Megan: You were very drunk and you've probably made some things up in your head. Venom: Just read the God Damn test so I can call you a whore and a lair. Megan shrugs and opens the envelope. She holds it up hidden behind the envelope so nobody but her can see. Her eyebrows rise sharply but other then that her expression doesn't change. JC: I don't know if that's a bad thing or a good thing. RW: She needs to read that already. JC: She will. Megan: Well isn't this a strange turn of events for you, Venom. It says here that, well, you aren't the father so the only liar here is you. Venom just stands atop the stage brewing fiercely. RW: One down. Two to go. JC: READ IT ALREADY! Megan takes in a deep and looks at both men. Megan: Sebastian, I'm sorryâ€¦ I'm sorry I've had to drag you through all of this. You're just a nice guy who doesn't need any of this but you know all about contractual obligations. He just nods his head. JC: C'MON ALREADY! RW: Yeah, now I'm starting to get a little impatient. Megan: Nigella's father is - She pauses and stares at the paper. RW: Jesus Christ, do it already! JC: Please. Megan: Shadow you are the father. RW: I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT! JC: Wow. The crowd grows silent, for once. Megan and Shadow just stare at each other. Before they can even say anything, Venom charges into the ring and slams Sebastian over the head with a steal chair. The lawyers flee and scurry for safety. RW: Venom is pissed. JC: He's going straight toward Megan now. Shadow escapes the ring before anything happens to him and leaves Megan and Venom in the center of the ring. He charges toward Megan but she quickly ducks under his attack. He turns toward her and she kicks him in the abs. He drops the chair and buckles over. She then slams him down with an ax handle smash. He hits the mat hard and lays there. JC: Megan just beat the shit out of Venom. RW: That's what he gets. Megan turns toward Shadow as he stands on the stage. They just stare at the each. JC: This is far from over. RW: Oh you've got that right. Venom begins to stand but Megan knocks him down with a sidekick and he falls onto his back. Megan knows Shadow his still watching and takes up the turnbuckle. RW: Monster Mash. Megan just landed a perfect Monster Mash on Venom. JC: Venom is out cold. Megan stands and looks at Shadow. He turns and walks into the back. 'Crazy' by Alanis Morissette hits as Megan sits in the center in the center of the ring next to the two men who are out cold, men who thought they were her daughter's father. RW: Here comes Elite Domination. JC: It was only a matter of time. Megan slips out the ring and disappears into the crowd leaving Elite Domination in the center of the ring attending to Venom.
Maniac Mike vs. Rayn (TV Title Match) RW: Ok its TV Title time. Angry Chair by Alice in Chains hits as Rayn makes his way down to the ring to a hail of boos. Maniac Dance by Stratovarius starts as the TV Champ makes his way down to the ring but Rayn doesn’t even wait, he shoots himself out of the ring and clobbers Mike, he throws the champ in the ring as the bell rings. JC: Well this match is getting started early. Rayn with an overhead belly to belly suplex. Then with a spinebuster he covers 1…. 2…. kickout by Mike RW: It was almost over there. Rayn with a tbone suplex followed by a hard powerbomb but this time Rayn does not cover, Rayn now with a Frankensteiner! Rayn now with a Death Valley Driver followed by a tombstone piledriver than an impact DDT, then a reverse DDT, then stands up Mike and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. RW: Rayn! That’s eough you’re gonna kill him! JC: I think that’s the point, that early Fankensteinger Wow I haven’t seen that move in years. Rayn now moves on and hits his Acid Drop but again does not cover! The crowd are cheering and booing as Maniac Mike is getting totally dominated. RW: Jeez Mike hasn’t done jack shit and jack left town long ago in this match. Rayn now sets up and hits his Epiphany as Rayn smiles and the crowd get quiet 1… 2... .3! RW: There it is we have a new TV Champion! Rayn gets up at his celebrates his dominated victory. Winner: Rayn
Justin Paige vs. Kyle Murphy (Hardcore Title Match) Cut backstage to Justin Paige leading the SC towards the stage, stretching as he walks. He reaches the Curtain and turns to them. Paige-"Hey, I don't think you guys need to walk to the ring with me. I can handle it..I mean seriously...it’s a hardcore match against Kyle Murphy...shouldn't be a problem." Walsh-"You sure??" Paige-"Yeah, I got this shit.." The rest of SC stand in place as Justin Paige gets ready to head to the ring. The lights in the arena fade to almost complete darkness and the voice of women comes over the PA. It's said that one day a man will come and save the fallen souls of the world. The day is now, the souls are yours, and the man is JUSTIN PAIGEAs she says his name, thunder seems to roll through the arena, shaking the ground as Waiting to Die by (hed) pe blares over the arena. The lights flicker with the beat as Justin Paige walks out to the entrance. He stands there and extends his arms all the way out to the sides, forming a cross. He poses for a few seconds before slowly walking towards the ring. As he passes the fans and they try to touch and grab but he shoves them off. He hops on to the ring apron and waits. Suddenly the music dies down and a thunderous voice shakes the arena. "IT'S NOT MY FAULT GOD MADE ME BETTER THAN YOU!! The music comes back to full volume as Paige climbs into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle with the cross again. JC-"There's the best hardcore champion of all time!!" RW-"What?!? He didn't even earn that belt! It was given to him!" JC-"Only because he is so amazing!!" RW-"What ever, where's Murphy??" "This fire burns" by killswitch hits but Murphy doesn't come out. The camera cuts too backstage where Murphy is being beaten down by Superior Complex!! Clayton Walker, Shawn Walsh, and Rayn all beat him into a corner when Rayn and Walker grab him and hold him up in front of the curtain. Walsh takes a few steps back before bolting forward and kicking Murphy's face with the high voltage!! Murphy goes flying out onto the stage where Paige meets him with a steel chair to the back! RW-"Oh come on!! There is no way this is fair at all!!" JC-"Actually, it IS a hardcore match..you know, a match with no rules...so it's all fair..AND IT KICKS ASS!!" Paige reaches down and grabs Murphy by ruff of his neck, dragging him down the ramp. Walsh sticks his head out and gives a thumb up and Paige returns it. RW-"At least now we know why he didn't want them to come to the ring with him...it was a set up!" Kyle gets tossed into the ring and the ring bell is sounded. Paige goes for the cover. 1.... 2... NO!!! Kyle kicks out as the refs hand hits the mat! Paige just laughs and sits back on his heels. He claps for Murphy and urges the crowd to cheer for him. JC-"He's such a good sport!!" RW-"He's just taunting him!!" JC-"its encouragement!!" As Murphy shakes it off, the crowd starts pulling for him and motivating him. Paige stands up and waits for Murphy to get completely up. He grabs Murphy's forehead and punches him in the face. Murphy falls back against the ropes and Paige begins beating him where he stands with a flurry of lefts and rights! Grabbing him by the arm he whips him to the ropes. As Kyle comes running back towards him Paige swings for the high heavens with a clothesline but Murphy ducks it and bounces off the ropes behind, coming back and taking Paige down with a double handed bulldog! Quick on the opportunity Murphy jumps right onto Justin, Lifting his head up and smashing his forearm across his face! JC-"Ref!! Get him off of him!!" RW-"It's a hard core match...remember.." Back in the ring Kyle Murphy is still on the attack, lifting Paige up and running with him to the ropes, he tosses him head first through the second rope but grabs his waist just in time, throwing it up and over the top rope! The ropes wrap around each other and around Paige's neck as he dangles from the ropes!! RW-"Oh my god!! Paige is going to die!" JC-"THE HUMANITY!!!!! Some one help him!!" The Ref pulls Murphy away from Justin and tries to get Paige unstuck but Murphy slides out of the ring and reaches under the ring. He searches around for along time before he finds what he's looking for. He lifts up Louise Ville slugger!! The crowd goes crazy and Murphy sizes up where he should hit. By this time Paige's face has turned a dark purple, the veins in his head getting ready to burst and Kyle swings the bat and connects with the top of Paige's head!! Having seen enough the rest of SC runs to the ring! Murphy takes a step back and watches on while Walsh and Clayton get Paige out of the ropes. RW-"Where's Rayn??" Almost as though on Cue, Rayn jumps over the barrier behind Murphy and knocks him in the back of the head with a pair of brass knucks!! As soon as Paige is loose Walsh and Walker turn and look at Kyle, rolling around on the floor holding the back of his head. Walsh bends down and picks up the baseball bat. JC-"It's about time someone stops all of this!" Walsh swings down and hits Murphy in the back with the baseball bat, Walker pulls two chairs out and tosses one to Paige, his head busted open from earlier. Walsh lifts up Murphy and he's dropped right back to the ground with a con-chair-toe! Paige goes crazy and begins pounding the chair into Murphy’s head!! RW-"Paige has lost it!! I don't think he is going to stop!!" JC-"Good!!" Walsh, Rayn, and Clayton pull Paige off of a bloody Murphy and try to calm him down. His blood pressure seemed to pump pints of blood from Paige’s head as his entire face is covered in blood, but it's nothing to Murphy’s bloody pulp of a face. RW-"That’s disgusting.." JC-"That’s wrestling..." Paige sets down the chair and tells Walker to get a table out. Reluctantly he does it, pulling one out from underneath the ring. Paige grabs it from him and opens it, setting it on to of the announcers table! He then slides under the ring and comes out with a twenty foot ladder!! JC-"Ok, umm..seriously, who puts these things under there??" RW-"I don't know, but I think it's time for us to move.." JC and RW quickly take off their head sets and get away from the table. Murphy is starting to move, but Walsh keeps him held down with his foot on his chest. Every one stares at Paige in confusion, trying to figure out what he is doing. Paige slides the ladder into the ring and sets it up right next to the ropes. He yells at Walsh for Kyle and pulls him up the side of the ladder. Paige sits on top of the ladder and points to the tables! He lifts Murphy up for a power bomb but some how Murphy wiggles his way out of it and both of them go flying off the ladder towards the tables! In mid air Murphy grabs Paige by the head and hits Murphy's Law and Paige manages to wrap his arm around Murphy’s neck and lock on the Comatose!!! Both competitors go crashing through the tables!!! EVERYONE IN THE ARENA-"HOLY SHIT!!!" Paige and Kyle lay motion less in the mess of tables and blood, Paige’s right arm still wrapped around Murphy’s neck, his left arm lays across his chest! The Ref makes the count. 1...... 2..... 3!! Paige wins the match!! The medics rush to the ring and immediately go to work on both of them. Paige moves a little bit and shoves the medics off of him. He calls for Walsh/Walker/Rayn to pick him up and they all lift him up. Paige reaches out and grabs his belt and SC carries him up the ramp to a standing obviation! As they reach the top of the ramp Paige looks into the camera and flips everyone off, and then spits blood onto the lens as he is carried to the back. Winner: Justin Paige
The Great Malinko vs. Clayton Walker (Standard Match) The entrance clouds with smoke, fireworks flare through the visual obstruction sending sparkes everywhere. “Southwest Voodoo” by the Insane Clown Posse hits as The Great Malinko makes his way through the fog to the stage. Amanda Summers: Introducing first…From Flint, Michigan… THE GREAT MALINKO!!! Malinko pauses on stage and looks out to the crowd. He shakes his head and walks down the ramp. He leaps up onto the apron and climbs into the ring when suddenly the lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait in anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of screaming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screaming stops, "Israel's Son" by Silverchair breaks out in the arena as the crowd begins to boo. As the boos increase, Clayton Walker walks out to greet the crowd. As soon as Clayton realizes they are booing, he flips them off. He looks back at the apron as Shawn Walsh comes walking out behind him. Amanda Summers: And his opponent being accompanied to the ring by Shawn Walsh… From Toronto, Canada… CLAYTON WALKER!!! Walker and Walsh nod at one another and then walk down the ramp. Once at the bottom of the ramp Walker walks around the ring, looking at the crowd strangly. Once he reaches the commentary box, he then gets up on to the apron, and then looks to the crowd and shakes his head in disapproval before climbing into the ring. Walsh paces back and forth on the outside of the ring, looking up at The Great Malinko. JC: Looks like Walsh is trying to psych Malinko out here. RW: Oh yeah? You don’t say. JC: Smeh. The Great Malinko and Walker look across the ring at one another. They listen for the bell, and when it sounds, both competitors make their way to the middle of the ring for a collar and elbow tie-up. Both fight for control, and Walker overpowers TGM, pushing his shoulders down toward the mat. TGM lets his legs out from under him and his back hits the mat, but just as it does so he brings his right boot up and kicks Walker in his side! Walker releases TGM's hands and backs up, favoring his ribs. TGM nips up, and backs Walker into the ropes. TGM irish whips Walker to the other side of the ring and goes for a side kick on return, but Walker ducks it and quickly tosses Malinko down with an arm drag. TGM gets up and Walker delivers yet another arm drag. TGM gets up again and Walker tries for another arm drag but TGM quickly shoots his feet dropkick-style into the same rib he kicked earlier, causing Walker to be temporarily disabled to continue the assault. JC: Ow. RW: … TGM delivers another hard kick to the rib again. Malinko grabs Walker's left arm and lifts it up, then kicks him in his ribs again! TGM twists the arm but Walker pokes Malinko in his eyes. The referee yells at Walker not to do that and the crowd boos. Walker gets behind and attempts a german suplex, but TGM somehow manages to flip out of it and follows up by rolling Walker up in a school boy. 1… 2… NO! Walker pops out of it, spins around and tucks Malinko's head and arms, folding him up and covering him! 1… 2… NO! TGM grabs ahold of Walker's right arm and flips him forward onto his shoulders as TGM rolls back and puts all his weight on Walker. 1… 2… NO! Walker pushes up and now has TGM in a victory roll pin. 1… 2… NO! TGM sits up and pins Walker's shoulders to the mat! 1… 2… NO! Walker rolls backward out of it, gets up, and TGM trips Walker and lays on top of him with the cover… 1… NO! Walker pushes The Great Malinko off. Walker tries to trip TGM but he jumps over the arm of Walker then quickly kicks him in the side of his head! With a loud “THWACK!”, Walker goes down hard! JC: Jesus! RW: Yes? JC: Ugh. Walker begins to get to his feet and The Great Malinko takes notice. TGM chops Walker across his chest, and Walker fires back with one of his own. They exchange chops again in the middle of the ring but TGM manages to land a kick to the gut of Walker. TGM runs at the ropes and bounces off but Walker kicks his feet out from under him, sending him onto his back. Walker reaches down and TGM pulls him in with a cradle pin. 1… 2… NO! Walker kicks out! TGM gets to his feet and Walker runs at him only to get a hard roundhouse kick to the jaw! Walker stumbles back, trying to keep on his feet, but collapses in the corner. TGM picks Walker to his feet and whips him to the opposing corner and follows up with a splash to the corner. Walker drops to his knees in the corner, and TGM bounces off the far ropes and comes back with a hard knee to the temple of Walker sending him tumbling back and through the first and second ropes, down to ringside! JC: Malinko is in complete control! RW: But he can't win the title with Walker at ringside! TGM allows Walsh to help Walker to his feet at ringside, then runs and dives through the second and third ropes with a suicide dive that connects on both men! Walsh goes down as Walker's back rams against the barricade. Malinko quickly rises to his feet and raises his arms in the air. TGM grabs Walker by his head and picks him up then rolls him into the ring. TGM rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet as does Walker. Walker grabs TGM by his hair and pulls him down a bit, then nails a jawbreaker that causes TGM to stumble back a bit. Walker then runs at the ropes, springs off the second rope and spins back connecting with a dropkick to TGM that sends him into the corner. Walker kicks TGM until he is down on the mat and attempt a cover. 1… 2… NO! RW: Yowza! Walker picks Malinko up to his feet and whips him to the corner, his back smacking against the turnbuckles. TGM stumbles forward, and Walker runs off the ropes, comes up behind TGM for an attempted bulldog but TGM sidesteps it. Walker gets in front of TGM and kicks him in his gut and nails him with a snap suplex, sending him to the middle of the ring. Walker gets to his feet and runs to the corner, jumping up top, his back to the ring. Walker then comes off the top with a Picture Perfect Moonsault! He hooks the leg for the pin. 1… 2… NO! JC: What a moonsault! RW: Yikes! JC: How did Malinko manage to kick out of THAT!? Walker gets in the ref’s face yelling about a slow count. TGM rolls onto his stomach, favoring his midsection after that moonsault. Walker stomps his foot then turns to face TGM. Walker helps Malinko up, pulling him to his feet and then slapping him down with a punch to the face. The referee warns Walker about closed fists and Walker ignores him as he mounts TGM and begins laying in the punches. The referee begins a mandatory five count. 1…2…3…4… Walker gets off of TGM and acts like he did nothing wrong. The referee warns Walker again and Walker just ignores him. Walker reaches down and pulls TGM up by his hair and the referee again has to yell at Walker, this time about hair pulling. This distraction allows TGM to slap the hands of Walker away and deliver a hard knife edge chop to his chest causing the crowd to let out a loud “whoo!” TGM tries an irish whip, but Walker reverses and sends TGM over the top rope, but he holds on and lands his feet on the apron. Walker runs at TGM but gets a high knee to his head. Walker stumbles back favoring his head TGM climbs into the ring, back peddles against the ropes, then runs back at Walker planting him with a monstrous boot to the face! Malinko covers. 1… 2… NO! JC: He’ll have a headache for a week. RW: Meh. Both competitors rise to their feet and exchange punches in the center of the ring. TGM whips Walker off the ropes and tries for a hip toss but Walker doesn't allow TGM to lift him up. Walker hits a boot to the gut and then irish whips Malinko. Malinko comes off the ropes and before Walker can do anything, TGM takes him down with an armdrag! Walker gets to his feet as does TGM. Walker runs and TGM takes him down with a japanese style armdrag. Again they both get up and Walker is taken down with another armdrag. Walker gets up and TGM backs him into the ropes then whips him across the ring. Walker comes off the ropes and takes TGM down with a spinning wheel kick! Walker pulls TGM to a seated position, back to the ropes, and dropkicks him in his head causing him to land on the bottom rope partially. Walker rolls out of the ring and pulls Malinko's upper body over the bottom rope and then jumps up on the apron and to the top turnbuckle. JC: Walker could be going for a Mexican Springboard move… RW: … But TGM has scouted Walker and manages to move out of the way and stand up on the apron. Malinko clips the legs of Walker and causes Walker to crotch himself. TGM climbs back into the ring and then climbs up to the top turnbuckle, hooking Walker in a suplex position. Walker won't allow it though, and counters by pushing TGM forward and slamming him to the mat chest-first. TGM gets up holding his chest and Walker grabs him for a Tornado DDT and shoots off the ropes but TGM places Walker on the mat, breaks free, kicks him in his gut then flips him up and drops him down in a sit-out powerbomb! TGM remains in position for the pin. 1… 2… NO! RW: Good God! JC: How did he kick out of that?! TGM gets up and picks Walker right back up for a belly to back suplex and drops him near the corner. TGM climbs up to the top turnbuckle as Walker slowly rises to his feet. TGM then pulls Walker closer and manages to lift him up in suplex position but Walker manages to wiggle down, placing his feet on the bottom turnbuckle/ropes. In one swift movement Walker springs up onto the shoulders of The Great Malinko and nails a snap super hurricanrana off the top turnbuckle! Walker makes the cover! 1… 2… 3-NO! RW: KICK OUT!?! ”That’s it!” Walker yells as he walks to the ropes. He looks down at Walsh and motions for the World Title. Walsh hands it up to him. Walker grabs it and turns towards TGM. The referee takes it from him and hands it back to Walsh on the outside. This dustraction allows Walker to blatantly low blow Malinko! Walker makes the cover. The referee turns around and drops to the mat for the count. 1… 2… NO! Walker brings TGM to his feet and calls for a powerbomb as he has him in position. Walker lifts TGM into the air but TGM somehow counters with a victory roll. 1… 2… NO! Walker kicks out and rolls backward and grabs TGM's legs and flips over with a bridge pin. 1… 2… NO! Both men rise to their feet, Walker a bit sooner than TGM, and Walker whips TGM across the ring. TGM comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline from Walker then quickly kicks him in the injured rib from earlier! Walker's legs buckle as he goes down, holding his ribcage in pain. TGM pulls Walker up and backs into the corner where he kicks Walker in his rib again, then lifts him up in a vertical suplex. TGM then runs toward the middle of the ring and drops Walker on the top of his head! JC: This one’s about to be over… TGM covers. 1… 2… NO! TGM smacks the mat, frustration building. TGM gets to his feet and measures Walker off as he starts to rise. With Walker midway up, Shawn Walsh suddenly jumps onto the apron and begins yelling at Malinko. JC: What does he think he’s going to do? Malinko turns and glares at Walsh. TGM begins walking towards the World Champion but suddenly Walker hits a low blow on TGM. Walker wastes no time in applying Harsh Reality [Crossface Chickenwing with Grapevine]. Walsh hops off the ropes and tells the ref to look. The ref turns around and gets down to check on Malinko. TGM struggles but after nearly twenty seconds he taps. “Israel’s Son” by Silverchair blares over the PA system again as Walker lets the hold go. Amanda Summers: And here is your winner… CLAYTON WALKER!!! Walsh climbs into the ring and raises Walker’s arm to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Winner: Clayton Walker
Clayton is celebrating his win in the ring as Malinko is headed up the ramp. Malinko takes a final look in the ring before heading backstage. RW: Tough loss for Malinko there. JC: What the hell is this?? The cameras cut backstage as TGM is layed out could. As the cameras pan around Sean Rollins is seen standing over TGM with a steel chair in hand. RW: What the hell is this? Why is he here??
Schizophrenia vs. Nirvana (Crucifixtion Match) JC: Next up we have Mr. King going up against Schizophrenia. This one ought to be one for the ages. RW: A woman and an old man against each other. The winner is the one who puts their opponent on a cross. Yeah, this one's going to be good. JC: Here comes the cross. [A large cross lowers towards the one corner, a crown of thorns made of razor wire looped in the middle of the ring. Suddenly, a second cross lowers in the adjasent corner. This one a Swastika with cuffs of razor wire, and a large loop of razor wire at the top.] RW: It seems Nirvana wanted his own tastes brought in. JC: Either way, someone is going to be strung up on one of those two crosses tonight. [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. Holocaust by Savatage hits the pa as a beutiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cacoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into gold which flashes into silver every other second, than back into gold. Images of babies being born and people filing into churches and other social places to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as white powder begins to call from the arena celing. Soon, the jumbotron shows images of past Jeff King matches from SFT and RWA. Finaly, the last image shown is of Jeff King holding the SFT title above his head after his first world title win. JEFF KING appears on the jumbotron as King walks from behind the curtains with Lucretia at his side, dressed in torn and tattered battle clothes. They are black and show wear from any battles, As if it's tradition to wear them in each battle he had. The crowd beings to cheer, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He has his trademark cane at his side, the tip sharpened into a spike. Around his neck is barbed wire, tied together into a huge rope of wire. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizazze of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring, slapping the fans hands, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, cheer him. Climbing into the ring with Lucretia, he removes his shirt, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. Lucretia raises his arm above his head and goes in for a passionate kiss, than leaves the ring to take her place at the side. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and nods to the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring with his barbed wire. Without wasting any time, Schizo comes rushing down the ramp and slides into the ring. She begins pounding on King's back with both fists before shoving him towards the Swastika.] JC: This match is underway with no time to loose from Schiz. [King manages to stop himself shy of the turnbuckle, holding himself with his arms. Schizo quickly rushes King, hoping to shove him into the corner. King notices and steps out of the way. Schizo hits the top rope, gasping for air. She backs up, trying to regain herself. King sees his opportunity and grabs ahold of her and tossing her aside. He signals for Lucretia to start lowering the crosses. She runs to the controls as both crosses lower to just above the top turnbuckle. King signals for the ladder, eyeing the crown of thorns. Quickly, he sets up the ladder and climbs it, releasing the crown. He brings it down and smiles, admiring it.] RW: King's showing her what wrestling is all about. That's how novices learn. [Schizo quickly rolls out of the ring, moving for cover. King watches her move, enjoying the view. He drops the crown and shoves it back with his foot into the corner. Schizo grabs a folded chair and starts making her way back to ringside. King outstretches his arms as Lucretia hands him a kendo stick. Schizo slides back into the ring and charges King, who is waiting for her. Schizo swings, but King steps aside, just avoiding the blow. King parries with the kendo stick, before landing a solid hit across the collarbone of Schizo, sending her flying and the chair over by the standard cross.] JC: An obvious show of talent from Nirvana. He's well trained when it comes to weapons. [King capitalizes, walking over to Shizo and landing two solid shots against the lower back. He then shoves her over with his foot and cradles her chest. He grabs her by the hair and starts pummeling her with the end of the kendo stick.] RW: Well that does it, she's broken open. Now we get to see Nirvana's true side come out. [King picks up the pace with the sight of blood. He continues his barrage of punches, trying to make the gash bigger. After ten more shots, he gets off of her and cradles her head as gently as he can. He moves in close and runs his tongue against the open wound. Schizo reacts to the sudden pain, coming back to her senses. She shoves him back quickly, then jumps to her feet and charges him. He quickly grapples with her and monkey flips her towards the standard cross. The crowd erupts as she lands on her feet. King turns to find his opponent standing, and charges. He jumps in the air just as Shizo drops and grabs the chair, swinging upward. She connects with King's chin, sending the other backwards. Lucretia begins shouting as loud as she can for King to get back up, who's now lying limp on the ground. Schizo falters, falling to her side from the shots to the head she took earlier. She tosses the now-bent chair aside and begins making her way towards King, who is starting to stir. As she reaches him, he snaps out of it slightly, trying to trip her. She stops him and delivers a series of kicks to the side of the face. She grabs his arm and starts dragging him towards the standard cross. She tosses him against the turnbuckle and delivers a few elbows to the head, making sure he's out. Slowly, she starts pushing him up the turnbuckles, trying to get him in the position to tie him to the cross. Lucretia is still yelling, but this time King is not responding in the least. When they reach the top turnbuckle, Schizo grabs King's left arm and moves it to the side of the cross. Just before she manages to get him attached, he comes to life with an evil look in his eyes. He grabs her by the throat with his right hand, freeing his left had from her grip. He catches her by the wrist and leads he hand to the edge of the cross, sliding it over the corner. She screams in pain as he lowers it, licking the crimson.] RW: That's just sick. [King then lifts Schizo in the air and quickly turns, slamming her against the cross with a loud clang. He lets her go as she falls off the top turnbuckle into the mat hard. He drops with a double knee to her face. He lands beside her, knees hurting from the impact. Slowly, he makes his way to his feet. He slides outside of the ring, reaching for a longer piece of barbed wire. He starts wrapping it around his right fist as tight as he can. The barbs cut into his skin, but he doesn't notice. With one final order from Lucretia, he slides back into the ring as Schizo begins slowly stirring. He lifts her by the hair and gives her a hard right, cutting her open more. He connects a second and third time before Schizo finally breaks free. She shoves him back, holding her face in pain. As King steps back towards her, she jumps and lands a double dropkick, sending King backwards. Shocked, King looks on as Schizo falls back towards the corner, slumping down on the middle turnbuckle.] JC: Both seem to be bloody, and this match hasn't been on long. [King moves towards her, but just before he reaches her, she lifts her arms and catches the bottom of the standard cross. She swings it forward, hitting King directly in the face. He flies back, knocked out from the astonishing hit.] JC: Those crosses weren't made to swing the way that one just did. I think I hear the supports twisting. [Before Schizo could react, Lucretia has enough and grabs her by the hair, holding her against the turnbuckle. Suddenly, and a large snapping noise is heard, and the swaying standard cross drops down onto the ring. It hits Lucretia hard on the top of the head, dropping her to the ground outside.] RW: I can't believe that just happened! JC: Someone call for paramedics! Lucretia looks badly hurt from it. RW: I'd say! That crowned her perfectly. You can't pay for smarties like that! JC: Nirvana's out cold, and Schiz is no better off. It looks as if that cross landed right on top of her. She's lucky it didn't cut her in two. [Luckily, it didn't. It was stopped just short of crushing her. She slides out and makes her way to King, who is still unmoving. She Grabs King by the arm and starts dragging him to the fallen cross. Paramedics begin rushing down to check on Lucretia as Schizo hooks on the first arm restraint. She quickly moves to the second one as Nirvana comes alive once more. He screams out in pain, startling her. He swings his right fist at her, but she manages to block it. She jumps to the second rope and kicks it back down. She jumps over King's body and quickly ties down his other arm. Quickly, she runs to the corner and grabs the crown. She runs back and slides the crown down, securing it on King's head and securing the victory. She jumps for the controls, using her last ounce of energy. She hits the button, but due to the snap, the cross stays where it is. The bells rings as Paramedics continue to work on Lucretia.] RW: And there you have it. Schizophrenia takes the win and avoids the Swastika! She did everything she needed to, and due to technical difficulties with the supports, it counts as a win. JC: There are scars tonight that will not heal. RW: Holy shit!!! Looks who just came through the crowd!!!! JC: That isn't who I think it is. A man slides in the ring from the corwd and brings Nirvana to his feet. The crazed fan hits a powerbomb on a layed out Nirvana and slides ou of the ring!! RW: Its is that's ICON!!! JC: ICON is back!!!!! Winner: Schizophrenia
Connor MacDaddy vs. Allisa O'Toole (Cage Match 50% Ownership on the Line) Amanda Summers: The following match up is a cage match! Entering first, the President of SFT, Allisa O’Toole! RW: This match has a huge amount on the line! If Allisa wins tonight, she gets 50% ownership of the federation and if Connor wins, he gets to see Allisa sign a contract that lets him knock down the Strike Tower! He also gets the rights to the former stable Holocaust! JC: Looking at Allisa’s history, I don’t think she’d really be interested in ownership. I think she’d rather be behind the wrecking ball herself! RX Queen by Deftones begins to blast out of the PA system and the beautiful Allisa O'Toole steps out dressed in a flowing black dress with lycra tights underneath. Her skin is pale and her features are darkly enhanced. The lights go out and pyros are released all over creating a rainbow of light all around. She struts down to the ring and she is helped up by the ring announcer. Inside, she raises her arms to cheers - her reputation far proceeds her. Then she waits for her opponent resting against a turnbuckle with her arms crossed over her chest. "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. They all get prepared to lower the cage when Allisa reveals a microphone and stops them all. Allisa: Connor, sweetheart, show me the contracts… Connor reluctantly looks around, wondering what she’s up to, but he reveals them. One for ownership. One for Holocaust. One for the Tower. Allisa takes all three and pulls out a pen. She hands two out to the ring announcer but keeps one. Allisa: This is what you want, isn’t it Connor? You want to knock down the Strike Tower… well, I thought long and hard about it and I figured that by the end of the match I wouldn’t be able to keep myself standing for long enough to even contemplate signing anything. You really think a statement like knocking down the Strike Tower is going to bring down SFT? Right, knock down the namesake… You imbecile. Connor steps forward ready to knock her block off, but then she lifts up the pen. She signs the contract and throws it at Connor. Allisa: It’s always been an eyesore. Knock it down and I’ll build a better one. Now you’re just fighting for the Holocaust name, right? Two unsigned contracts, one for me, one for you. Sounds a little bit fairer, doesn’t it? And I never really wanted that ownership. Just revenge for Jared… and I’ll be damned if I don’t get that at least! JC: Wowza! Allisa is making her own rules now. She’s putting herself in a risky position by over-ruling the co-Owner. She runs forward and hits a Yakuza kick with her heeled boot while Connor still holds his contract. She ends up sliding out of the ring just as the bell rings and the cage starts to descend. She slides a chair and a bat into the ring just as Connor slides out, hits her head against the apron and climbs in after her after he rolls Allisa in. They assemble the cage quickly and they find themselves locked in. No Legacy, no nothing. Connor lets Allisa get to her feet so the match can really begin. Connor hits her across the face, inspiring a flurry of kicks all over Connor’s body. She follows it up with a Japanese whip and goes behind to lock in the chicken wing choke. He gets to his feet and snapmares Allisa overhead. She hurts her back on impact and sits there in pain, giving Connor the chance to take a few steps back and then run forward, smacking Allisa with a huge kick to the small of the back! It sends a huge echo through the arena, receiving an ‘OOH’ from the crowd. JC: I just know these two are going to regret walking into this match. RW: Why? Connor has what he wants. He’s fighting for the booby prize. And Allisa has sworn to get her revenge, if not the ownership. Sure, it’s going to be brutal… but they’ll both walk away happy. Allisa arches her back as she gets to her feet. She runs into the ropes and on the rebound she fakes a clothesline attempt, Connor ducks down and Allisa reacts with lightening speed to hit a huge jumping axe kick over the back of Connor’s neck. Connor gets back up to his feet and shakes his head. From the other side of the ring, Allisa arrogantly looks from side to side at the crowd. RW: Allisa just can’t seem to hurt Connor. I think the size difference is just too great! JC: But what is Allisa doing? Allisa runs forward and goes for a running low blow, but it doesn’t affect Connor. Of course… every man in SFT wears a cup or stuffs a few socks down the groin area to make themselves more appealing. Allisa steps back and Connor goes for a low blow of his own! But Allisa catches the leg between the thighs. JC: I didn’t think Allisa was that fat!? RW: It’s called talent! Connor ends up hobbling on one leg, until Allisa rears back and sprays Rachel Pitt’s famous pink mist into Connor’s face! Connor reels back and Allisa follows it up with her own version of Jared Mayer’s Schwerer Schlag! Connor flies back into the cage wall, giving O’Toole the chance for a hurricanrana. Connor’s experience teaches him better and he drops straight to his knees hitting the President with a huge powerbomb! RW: Well, that put an end to her momentum, hey? Connor climbs a few tiers of the cage before jumping off and stomping a foot down onto Allisa’s throat! She starts coughing uncontrollably as Connor lifts her to her feet whilst laughing. He locks in the Boston Strangler while she’s still choking, but only for a few seconds, just to get his point across. He shoves her face first into the cage wall while he walks over and picks up the baseball bat. He walks over to her and pins her against the cage wall, shoving the baseball into her windpipe. JC: This is sick! Wait, what the hell? Allisa, in the process of going purple in the face, reaching into Connor’s pants. She rips out the cup and dives right back in! Connor’s face suddenly shows one of anguish as Allisa looks absolutely possessed. She walks Connor half way across the ring before throwing a knee into his groin. RW: THAT WAS SICK! THAT WAS… OH MY GOD! Both of them fall to the floor in agony, but Allisa manages to raise her arm in the air and puts little difference between her index finger and thumb. All girls around the world know what that means, so there is a very feminine cheer around the arena. JC: Did Allisa just emasculate Connor MacDaddy? Both of them struggle to their feet at the same time, but it’s Allisa who walks straight into Connor’s piledriver! He rolls her over for the pin as the referee drops to his knees. ONE! TWO! Allisa kicks out! The fans erupt into a frenzy as Allisa rolls out and gets to her feet. Connor whips her into the ropes but she stops herself crashing into the cage wall. Connor chases her and goes for the spear, but Allisa leapfrogs over and Connor crashes forehead first into the meshing! He rears up his head a second later to show the blood pouring down his face. He gets to his feet to be greeted by a great chair shot from O’Toole. Connor goes down and she goes for a pin of her own. ONE! TWO! Connor kicks out with force! Allisa lets Connor get up while taunting him. She goes for another arm drag but Connor digs his feet in. He pushes Allisa forward and as she turns around, he punches her in the tit! Allisa spins down to the mat screaming in agony. RW: Right on the nipple target! JC: I bet Connor would have aimed for her ovaries if he knew where they were. RW: DUDE! NIPPLE SHOT! Allisa gets to her feet for Connor to do the exact same to her other mammary and this time she stumbles into the turnbuckle. JC: I think Allisa might need to buy herself an F cup tomorrow. RW: Personally, I’m a huge fan of big bazongas. Connor might have just come up with a new alternative to plastic surgery. Abusive husbands and lesbian partners, you heard it here first! Connor lifts Allisa up onto the top turnbuckle and wraps his huge hands around her throat. He throws her overhead to the mat and Allisa sits up once more in agony. While Connor taunts the crowd, Allisa starts unstrapping her boots. She gets one off before Connor comes back to lift her up and drop her with a very basic body slam. He raises his arms into an X in the middle of the ring while Allisa slides off her other boot. Connor lifts her up one more time, but this time, she smashes the heel of her boot right into Connor’s nose! He stumbles back into the ropes giving Allisa the chance to hit a tiger wall kick, following it up with an extra back flip! The fans cheer her again as Connor erupts from the ropes. Allisa hits a hurricanrana out of no where and goes straight into the pin! She only gets the one count. They fall into an exchange of kicks and punches when Connor gets back up and Allisa holds her own very well. Connor dazes her with a full face slap though and hoists her up to go for the DVD. Allisa forces Connor back for a crucifix pin, but again she only gets a one count. They stare down one another. Connor turns his back to her first, to taunt the fans but Allisa does nothing. She figures she’s too smart for that. Instead she gets the crowd even more behind her when she throws her other boot at the back of his head. JC: How many times have these two faced each other? They must know each other so well by now. Lots of heat but a lot of unspoken respect too, no doubt. Connor flails around to hit a discus clothesline, but when he spots Allisa metres away, she showboats with another backflip. The fans cheer again. Connor runs with the big boot, but Allisa goes behind and tries for the German suplex. But she gets no where. JC: Is Allisa dry humping Connor? RW: Perhaps what she felt earlier wasn’t as unimpressive as she made out, but she’s still in the wrong place. Connor hits the mule kick forcing Allisa to give up then as she staggers away, Connor walks towards her and begins hitting her with right hands. He hits another body slam, but this time it’s far more elevated and looks like it hurts Allisa. He flips her on her back and goes straight to lock in the Boston Crab! It looks like it should be over but as Connor applies more and more force, Allisa uses the ropes as leverage, moving from the first to the second finally reaching the third. Connor can’t keep the hold any more and just lets go. Allisa uses the top rope to hit a very high double mule kick to the back of Connor’s head. RW: Is it worth mentioning Allisa used to be a gymnast? Even with her creaky joints, she’s still far more supple than a great proportion of the roster who would have tapped out to that move! It’s claimed a lot of people in the past, but it’s not happening here. Connor falls forward but regains his balance. Allisa runs forward and hits the Money Boom, implanting Connor’s skull into the mat, but the force brings him right up to his feet again and he looks unaffected! Allisa runs around the ring and hits a second Money Boom (a reverse hurricanrana)! This time Connor looks far worse for wear and as Allisa goes for a third one, it looks like it might be the end, but Connor comes from no where to turn the tables and hits the electric chair drop! Connor barely manages to pin Allisa, but he goes for it anyway! ONE! TWO! NO! Both of them lay on the mat for a few moments more before getting to their feet. Allisa’s lip has been busted open and now they both look like blood fountains. Thinking on similar terms, they both grab a weapon. Connor goes for the bat while Allisa grabs the chair. Connor hits Allisa hard across the arm, but it only sends her into a frenzy! She limps around the ring and then screams at Connor. Allisa: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!? Allisa swings the chair and hits Connor across the side of the face. Connor staggers back and starts swearing back at her. The referee, fearing more for their sanity than their lives, pulls the weapons from both of them. As the referee is about to throw them out of the cage, Allisa walks up to him and guillotines his head between the cage door and the cage. She throws the weapons back into the ring. Connor seems to approve until Allisa slyly tries to climb out of the open door. He runs up to her and hits a huge German suplex. Instead of climbing out, he slams the door shut. RW: That was a very strange move from Connor, but I can see why he would do it. They can still walk, so this match is far from finished. JC: Wait, I’m thinking… So now Connor has what he wants, he doesn’t care about keeping Allisa in a fit state to sign the contract? RW: Connor’s gone a little bit topsy turvy in the head. But yes, let’s go with that. Allisa climbs to her feet, stupidly wielding the chair out in front of her. Connor hits a front dropkick, forcing it into Allisa’s chest and sending her flying back into the turnbuckle once more. He hits her with a forearm before dragging her out of the turnbuckle and he goes for a Daddy Bomb! He lifts her up, higher than expected! She’s up on his shoulders but she fights out of it! She lands on her feet as if she would give Connor a powerbomb of her own, but instead she hits a version of the Canadian Destroyer! Connor’s head ricochets off the mat and he ends up being up on his knees. Allisa gets to her feet and hits the jumping roundhouse kick to the head! Connor goes down and Allisa immediately starts climbing the cage. Seeing this from the corner of his eye, Connor makes extra effort to get up. Allisa sees MacDaddy get up to his feet out of the corner of her eye too and perches close to the top of the cage. As Connor approaches her, she leaps off with a moonsault and hits a huge reverse DDT! It hurts them both though and Allisa recoils in pain. She staggers up to her feet first while Connor MacDaddy looks to be out cold. She starts climbing the cage one more time. This time she reaches the top and the crowd beg her to get out, but she turns and looks down at Connor MacDaddy instead! She turns around and hits the Whirling Dervish (a double rotation moonsault), well you can’t really say she hit it, since Connor has dodged out of the way, but it still looks mighty impressive. She lands on her front and springs to her feet. Connor sweeps her off her feet and goes for the pin, but the referee is still out cold! RW: Connor doesn’t look like a happy bunny! God damn! He lifts Allisa up for the Big Mac. He’s about to drop her, but he stops and he winces instead. All attention goes to Allisa’s wrapped up feet. She’s rubbing her feet up and down his body and where she’s doing it, Connor’s skin is being torn to hell! His entire kidney area is ripped to shreds! She’s released and quickly pulls off the wraps. There are sharp shards stitched into them at the heel! Connor just looks at his sides and then turns around to Allisa in shock. He grabs her throat. Out of no where she spits out a second mist, but this time it’s black! It doesn’t even seem to bother MacDaddy! He lifts her up and plants her with a chokeslam! Then he falls back into the turnbuckle and looks at his pouring sides! RW: He must be having memories of the Inferno where he tore Jared apart! I don’t think I’ve seen so much blood since then! Jesus, I thought Connor was insane, but Allisa just doesn’t seem to care! Allisa, apparently driven on momentum, because that chokeslam was huge, gets to her feet with a grin. Connor seems to be in shock! She starts slapping the wounds on his side until her hands are smothered in blood. She wipes her fingers across her cheeks and starts ululating! Then she crouches down and taunts Connor! JC: Allisa… Oh dear God. Allisa looks at the referee and screams at the top of her lungs. He starts stirring but he’s no where near a fit state. Connor knocks her down with a huge clothesline. He starts hitting her with vicious boots to her anatomy and all she can do is laugh while squirm. Connor lifts her up again. She stumbles around on her feet when out of no where she runs around the pale Connor and hits the Heaven to Hell (leapfrog bulldog)! It should be enough to finish Connor off, but Aidan Morag sprints down from the back. He snatches one of the contracts from the announcer and shows it to Allisa through the cage. She starts freaking out. Aidan pulls out a pen and taunts her with it. Allisa is going stark raving mad. She stomps on Connor’s throat like she intends to kill him, but it doesn’t have any effect on Aidan. JC: Aidan has the ownership contract? RW: God damn, if he signs that, he could become the full owner! JC: Do you think he was waiting for this moment?! Both of them are exhausted… I don’t think Aidan even cares about Connor! But he proves John wrong when he pulls out a lighter instead and turns the contract to ash! Allisa freaks out even more. She spits at Aidan through the gaps then pulls away a whole chunk of Connor’s hair while he’s still on the mat! It wakes him up though! He slowly gets to his feet while Allisa ascends the cage! She gets to the top and holds on to one of the suspending cables while she shouts at Connor to get up with her. Connor sees the opportunity and climbs up too. Meanwhile, Aidan unclips a few of the holding bolts keeping the cage together before going to the back. They meet in the centre of the cage from one turnbuckle to another and they exchange a few tentative punches! RW: Oh my God, that cage is falling to pieces! JC: Hell, Allisa, no! Allisa spins Connor around on the top of the cage and the goes for the Money Boom! She aims the move to hit dead on in the centre of the ring, but as she does, the cage side falls apart! They both land bad on the mat, but what will forever be known as a photo finish and something to live on YouTube, Allisa lands square on her arm and it still doesn’t snap! Allisa screams out in agony and now with the referee on his feet, he can’t do anything. RW: THIS IS A CAGE MATCH, Y’ALL! Connor looks pretty defeated too, but seeing that fucked arm, he puts his whole weight on it as he covers. She can barely move, but her screams are sickening. As if it were scheduled, Jared Mayer, HaVoC, Jeff King and Lucretia Black start making their way down to the ring. ONE! TWO! THREE! JC: Connor MacDaddy won! Jesus Christ! He owns Holocaust! The Legacy members help lift the cage… RW: Oh shit, Connor wanted the cage match to keep Legacy out and they stayed out, but what protection does he have after the match? I’ll tell you! NONE! The members of Legacy slide into the ring. Jared Mayer instantly hits Connor with the DDT. Jeff King gouges both of his eyes and HaVoC hits the Deicide. Jeff King helps Allisa to her feet while Havoc and Mayer watch Connor. Lucretia slides out of the ring and grabs the final contract. The remaining members of Legacy help Allisa to the back while Lucretia Black slides into the ring. She has a mic too. She drops to sit cross legged in front of MacDaddy. Lucretia: This contract might belong to you by rights, but hell, you’ve already got what you want. The ownership of the Holocaust is not yours until you have one very important signature. King might not care anymore, but I do. I’m not letting you taint this faction until you’ve really proven yourself – Fight a Holocaust member and you can have it. Connor MacDaddy… Lucretia Black gets to her feet. Lucretia: Go fuck yourself. She lays one final stomp on MacDaddy before leaving the ring. He slowly sits up. Connor watches Lucretia walk up the ramp with the contract, but he has what he wants and he shows it with a sick smile. He’s still owner… RW: Do you think I should recommend a good wrecking crew to him?
JC: Well isn't this just so pretty. RW: It's just lovely. The ring has been adorned with a red velvet carpet, bright red roses and a single violin player wearing a tuxedo. RW: What is all of this for, exactly? JC: Amy Jo is going to find out who her secret admirer is. RW: Oh, so it's not for Megan's baby daddy drama? JC: No that's later. The lights slowly dim and Amy Jo makes her way to ring as "Don't Get it Twisted" plays. She climbs into the ring and stands in the center. She is already dressed and ready for her match. She looks like she couldn't care less and leans up against the ropes waiting for whoever this person might be. RW: Well, we're waiting! JC: Still nothing from her admirer and we're all waiting in excitement. Amy Jo looks to be getting impatient at this whole thing and turns toward JC and RW. She stares at them, JC shrugs and she shrugs back. That is when 'At Last' by Etta James begins to full the arena. She turns around to look at the stage but nobody has come out yet. The lights fade to almost nothingness. JC: How romantic. RW: Yeah, okay. Suddenly, a figure in a beautiful gold and white Casanova mask draped in a long white cape emerges. RW: Whoa. JC: Whoever this is went all out. The figure moves slowly down the ramp carrying a single orange orchid. Amy Jo just watches and stares at the figure. After a few minutes the person makes it to the ring and steps inside. Amy Jo and the figure stare at each other for a few seconds before the figure hands Amy Jo the flower. Amy Jo calls for a microphone and it is quickly placed in her hand. Amy Jo: Right, Can we just knock this stupid act off and you tell me who you are? The figure shakes its head and wants the microphone. Amy Jo hands it to him or her. Figure: Amy Jo! The voice is not male, it is not female, but it is almost computerized. Figure: You may not know this, but my heart has longed for you since the moment I placed my eyes upon yours. I'm so close to you, yet I'm so far from you. I want to be more to you; I want you to be more to me. Please, tell me you feel the same. Amy Jo: I don't even know who you are. Figure: Would it matter who I was? Would you love the same if I were a man or a woman? Would you love me if I were your boss or your employee? JC: What is that supposed to mean? RW: This is crazy. Amy Jo: I can't love someone if I don't know who they are, what they're about. Figure: What if I were ugly? What if I were disfigured? What if I wasn't who you expect? Amy Jo: I want to know who you are. Figure: You want to know, you really want to know? Amy Jo: Yes, I have a match to get ready for. Figure: Then just promise me this before I remove this mask! Amy Jo: What? Figure: Just tell me the truth. Amy Jo: Fine. The figure steps away from Amy Jo and lets the cape drop from his or her body. The body is clearly that of a woman. RW: Dude, it's a chick. JC: Hm. She slowly removes the mask. RW: OH MY GOD! JC: NO FUCKING WAY! RW: It's Allisa. Allisa O'Toole. Amy Jo's jaw drops straight onto the mat as Allisa stands before her having just told her that she is completely in love her. Allisa: Yes, it's me. Amy Jo, remember our first kiss? When our conversations grew from mere girl talk into some girl action. JC: Girl on Girl action. RW: I am so there. Allisa: Even long before that, I had to have you but Veronica was always there. She was your life, your love. My heart grew too full and ached for you so much I had to reveal myself to you. But now, now we can be together, Veronica is gone. Please, please say you feel the same. Amy Jo: I - I don't know what to say. This is weird and all so much. Allisa: Just say you feel the same. Amy Jo: I don't know if I can. Allisa: Then you don't feel the same way, I see. Amy Jo: No - No, I didn't say that. What I mean to say is, I'm going to tell you the truth, like I promised. I have always liked you and wanted to be with you. The crowd grows in an incredible roar. RW: Wow. JC: That is awesome. RW: SFT has lesbians, hot lesbians. JC: The ratings just went up four-hundred percent. Allisa: You have me then. Take me, I am yours. They move closer and closer to each other. Soon they are just inches apart, their lips so close they could touch. They just look each other deep in the eye and don't speak a word. Their lips touch and they begin to kiss. Their lips become one. RW: Oh, my God. JC: This is awesome. Yes! They kiss deeply and passionately for a few seconds before tearing themselves apart almost painfully. Allisa whispers something in Amy Jo's ear and they quickly exit the ring. JC: HEY! Hey, where are they going? RW: I don't know. JC: They better come back here. Allisa and Amy Jo disappear behind the black curtain but the arena is still roaring with the rush and excitement of the crowd.
Jared Mayer vs. Excidium (US Title Match) RW: Time now for some HUGE Title action, firstly with the United States Championship match between Jared Mayer and Excidium, and then straight after that we’ll see two former World’s Heavyweight Champions in Aidan Morag and Amy Jo Smyth colliding for Smyth’s Intercontinental Title. JC: For now though, let’s just focus on this US Title match. Since beating DVD to win the Title, Mayer has looked pretty much unstoppable, but has he ever come against a challenge quite as tough as the one Excidium will pose here tonight? RW: Excidium has been look very impressive since his return to SFT, and will be looking to crown that impressive run with some Championship gold here tonight. Don’t forget that tonight, Jared is in the unusual position from him of being the smaller of the two combatants at ‘just’ 6’7’’ and 279lbs. JC: Let’s send this one up to our Ring Announcer, Jonathan Knight. Jonathan Knight: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with no Time Limit, and it is for the Strike Fantasy Towers United States Heavyweight Championship!! Introducing first, the challenger. Standing 7’2’’ and weighing in at 330lbs, from Parts Unknown, he is ‘The Beast’, EXCIDIUM!!! The lights in the arena dim and being to flickers as we hear the sounds of wind through the PA System. After a few seconds, a voice echoes out: “What do you see in the dark, when the demons come for you?” As the last word of the sentence fades away, the giant figure of Excidium makes his way onto the entrance stage as flames erupt from both sides of the structure. As Excidium stalks down towards the ring, a further series of flames explode behind him, all the way down the ramp. Upon reaching the ring, Excidium throws his head back to clear his hair from his eyes, and then climbs onto the apron and over the top rope in one fluid movement. Once in the ring, he turns to face the ramp, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. Jonathan Knight: Now introducing his opponent. Fighting out of Berlin, Germany and weighing in at 279lbs, he is the reigning and defending Strike Fantasy Towers United States Heavyweight Champion, ‘Der Golem’ JARED MAYER!!! The opening notes of ‘Nebel’ by Rammstein blast over the PA System as all of the lights change to a cold and eerie blue. Jared walks out onto the entrance stage; his US Title belt gleaming over his left shoulder, and immediately locks eyes with Excidium. Without breaking his stare for even a second, Jared marches down the ramp towards the ring. As he reaches the ringside area, he climbs the steps and steps over the top rope, never once breaking eye contact with Excidium. Mayer raises his Title in the air and then hands it to the referee, who calls for the bell as the lights return to normal and the music fades away. RW: Something tells me that we aren’t going to see too much in the way of technical wrestling in this particular contest? JC: You have probably the two finest proponents of the power-based style in SFT today standing in that ring, so I expect a lot of high impact, smash-mouth offense from both before this match is done with. RW: You also have to wonder if the fact that both of these men are members of Legacy will play any part in this? Can you see either of them holding back while facing one of their allies? JC: Are you kidding me? If anything, I expect that to make them go at each other harder. You know, I expect both of these guys would see the bragging rights gained from beating one of their own as being almost as important as the US Title itself. In the ring, both men are still refusing to break off their stare-out, both seemingly intent on gaining an early psychological advantage. Finally, it’s the challenger who makes the first move, slamming a thunderous right hand onto the point of Jared Mayer’s jaw. For a second or two, the big German seems to stagger, but then regains his bearings and responds in kind with an equally brutal shot of his own. For a full minute or more, the two monsters bounce punches off of each other, with neither man willing to be knocked off of his feet. Eventually, it is the challenger who makes the first big impact, backing up a step or two and putting all of his weight behind one ring-shaking clothesline, which does knock the reigning Champion to the ground. JC: I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a brutally physical start to a contest as we’ve just seen there. Let’s hope it sets the tone for what’s to come. With Mayer down, Excidium wastes no time in trying to build on his advantage by dropping the point of his elbow right onto Jared’s sternum three times in succession before trash talking the Champion as he lays on his back. Excidium then bounces off of the ropes and tries for a massive leg drop, but Mayer uses his quickness to roll out of the way just in time, leaving Excidium to crash painfully to the mat. Again showing that quickness, Mayer bounces off of the ropes himself and slams his shin straight into Excidium’s unprotected face while the giant is still in a seated position for his landing. Mayer then tries for an early cover: ONE! NO!! The challenger comfortably powers out of the pin attempt, and climbs back to his feet at the same instant as Mayer does, allowing the two men to resume their fist-fight from earlier on. This time, though it is Mayer who comes out on top, staggering Excidium enough to be able to Irish Whip him and then hoist him up in a Gorilla Press on the rebound. Mayer, however, holds the giant in the air for just a little too long, allowing Excidium to shift his weight and send his entire 330lbs crashing down onto Jared Mayer’s chest, knocking the wind clean out of him and allowing Excidium to make a cover of his own: ONE! TWO!! NO!!! Mayer rolls his shoulder off the mat at two, and glares at his rival as he climbs back to his feet, although Excidium seems to be a step ahead and charges at Mayer with a spear which knocks the Champion back into a corner and gives ‘The Beast’ the chance to nil him with a vicious flurry of kicks and punches to both head and body, followed by a bulldog out of the corner which leaves Mayer flat on his face. RW: Looks like Excidium has grabbed a firm hold of the early advantage here, let’s see if he can maintain it as the match progresses. JC: Not if Jared Mayer has anything to say about it (no pun intended), he won’t. For now though, Excidium is doing all that he can to keep hold of his advantage, and to his end he once again drops his elbow on Jared, this tine right to the base of the spine, and then to the back of the neck. Excidium then pulls Jared to his feet and smashes him in the face with a forearm before trying for a spinning neckbreaker, which connects and leaves Mayer flat on his back, and gives Excidium the chance to try for another cover. ONE! NO!! Once again, Mayer escapes the pin attempt, and this time is quicker to his feet than his challenger, giving him the chance to reclaim the advantage, which he tries to do by backing Excidium into a corner and unloading with some heavy shots of his own. Excidium, though, manages to block a fair proportion of the shots and fires back with some heavy artillery of his own, which staggers the US Champion, and gives Excidium the chance to try for another swinging neckbreaker. Jared, however, still has enough about him to block the move and then power out of the front face lock before dropping Excidium to the mat with a vicious DDT, which he follows in turn with an elbow drop of his own right to the solar plexus. Mayer then pulls Excidium up by the hair and lifts him onto his shoulder in position for a DVD, which he manages to execute perfectly before going for another cover: ONE! TWO!! Even though Excidium manages to roll his shoulder off of the mat, Mayer still seems to be in control, and once again drags his groggy challenger up to his feet before backing up a few steps and charging at Excidium, nailing him squarely in the throat with his forearm, a move that the US Champion calls the ‘Reichsprogromnacht’. Excidium falls to the mat like a tree being felled by a lumberjack as Mayer once again covers him: ONE! TWO!! NO!!! RW: How in the hell did he kick out of that?! JC: God knows! It looked for all the world like Mayer was about to retain his US Championship, but somehow Excidium had enough left to keep himself in the match. Mayer climbs to his feet, unable to believe that Excidium managed to kick out of the devastating move, and waits for his rival to also regain a vertical base. RW: Excidium may have managed to kick out there, but I have a feeling that it took away pretty much all that he had left to be able to do so. JC: That’s right, and now me may find himself as pretty easy fodder for whatever follow-up Jared Mayer might have in mind. Excidium finally gets back to his feet and turns back to face the US Champion, who grabs his challenger by the throat and tries to lift him for a chokeslam. Excidium, however, has other ideas and is able to use his weight advantage to prevent Jared from lifting him off of the ground. Excidium battles to free himself from Jared’s grip with a series of shots to the midsection, but finally it is a vicious low kick on the blindside of the referee which does the trick. Sensing a chance to turn the tide, Excidium wraps his own hand around Jared’s throat and manages to lift the Champion into chokeslam position, which he then incredibly manages to shift in mid move to bounce the US Title holder’s head off of the mat with a cradle piledriver. RW: My God, that’s the move that Excidium calls “Devil’s Delight” and he just landed it to absolute perfection on Jared Mayer!! JC: Question is, does he have enough left to make his advantage pay? The initial response to John Cartwright’s question seems to be ‘no’ as the execution of his trademark manoeuvre seems to have taken everything out of the challenger, who drops to his knees and tries to force some air back into his lungs before crawling over to the prone Mayer and making the cover: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! RW: He did it! Excidium beat Jared Mayer, and he becomes the new United States Heavyweight Champion! JC: More importantly though, he claims those Legacy bragging rights that we mentioned earlier on. Winner: Excidium
After a few moments, the fans begin to cheer as Jared Mayer suddenly sits up. He gets to his feet and snatches the US title from Excidium. He nails Excidium across the head with it sending him back into the turnbuckle. Mayer runs forward and nails Excidium with a knee to the gut. Jared whips Excidium into the ropes just as Lucretia Black comes out from the back and makes her way to the ring. Jared hits Excidium with the Reichsprogramnacht and lays him down! JC: Hell! What kind of unity is this in Legacy! Jared waits for Lucretia to enter the ring as other members of the Legacy walk out from the back. Lucretia: Excidium, your pride will be the end of you. Congratulations on your title win though, perhaps you deserved it, but if you fuck with us, we will fuck with you. Malinko, Wynn and Havoc looked shocked at the actions. Mayer lifts Excidium to his feet and finds the strength to hit the Massenvernichtung! Lucretia: It's not that we're leaving Legacy, it's more a case that I would hate the rest of you to think we were going soft. Excidium, Malinko, have all the galavanting parades you want... pretend you don't care about the rest of us if that's what you want... If we're in this for a name sake only, expect much more of this. I'm not here for you, or him! She points down at Excidium. Lucretia: I didn't even want to do this, but none of you gave me any choice. We lost the US title, but we will gain something greater. I'm just not feeling the love... really, I'm not. Now please... Give us the respect the King family deserves, or will maim and castrate you all. We don't need a waiter at hand, but please, from now on, appreciate what we can do to you. Lucretia giggles. Lucretia: Not that any of you fuckers have much to castrate. "Nebel" by Rammstein begins to play and Lucretia and Jared Mayer walk through the rest of the Legacy. Allisa O'Toole walks out just in time from the back, only to be shoved out of the way by Lucretia. Allisa looks at the rest of the Legacy and they help Excidium to the back.
Amy Jo Smyth vs. Aidan Morag (IC Title Match) "Number One" by Nelly plays as Aidan Morag enters the arena. Black lights turn on, Strobe lights flash, fog runs across the floor of the run way, as he walks down to the ring. Cartwright: Here he is Randy. The former SFT World Heavyweight Champion Aidan Morag. He looks serious.. White: Of Course he looks serious he is about to step into the ring with the reigning Intercontinental Champion.. London Bridge by Fergie starts to play over the p.a system as Amy Jo walks down to the ring and she walks down the ramp flames blow up into the air and then they follow her to the ring. Amy jo has the IC title thrown over her shoulder as she enters the ring with a smile on her face. Cartwight: The IC champ looks pretty confident coming into this match.. White: She does and I spoke to her before this match..She seems pretty intent on keeping the Intercontinental Title. The two competitiors lock up in the middle of the ring with Aidan quickly hitting Amy Jo with a suplex. Amp gets up and comes back with a DDT. she goes for another but Aidan revereses it into a piledriver. Cartwright: Ouch, what a piledriver. Look like Aidan takezs early control in this match. White: Yes, he really looks focused I guess that duel loss on Inferno a few weeks back really got under Aidan's skin. Amy Jo staggers to her feet and dodges a dropkick from Morag. As Morag gets up Amy Jo comes off the ropes and hits a Big Boot. Morag slowly reaches his feet and is met with a devistating spear.. Amu Jo goes for a quick cover..1....2...Kick out. Cartwright: Wow that was a close one I thought Amy Jo had it. White: Are you serious? You aren't going to pin a former World Champion with a 115 pound spear. Get real... Amy stays on the offensive as she begins to wear down Aidan with a reverse chinlock. After fighting for a minute to reach his feet, Aiden whips Amy to the ropes. Aiden attempts a clothslines but Amy ducks and nails him with a flying fore arm. Cartwright: Amy really has taken control of this match.... White: Yes she has she really looks like she's in great shape hear tonight.... Amy bounces off the ropes and nails Aidan with diving fish drop. Aidan grabs his head in pain as Amy stands atop her competitior. Amy picks up Aidan and nails a side Russian leg sweep. She prances around the ring knowing she is in complete control. She then ascends the top turn buckle. She attempts and elbow from the top but at the last second Aidan rolls out of the way and Amy comes crashing to the mat. Cartwright: Amy had this match in control..That was a huge mistake. White: Yes, John that's why they call it high risk.... The two competitors lay in the ring rithing in pain and the ref begins to count...1...2..3..4..5..6..7..Then all of the sudden Amy slowly makes it to her feet followed by a weary Aidan. Amy goes for a punch but Aidan blocks it, and retaliates with a punch of his own. Amy tries again abd agin she is blocked and greeted with a fist. This time the punch knocks her to the ground. She quickly get's back to her feet, and attempt another punch...Aidan again blocks it...He whips her in to the ropes and nails Amy with a belly to belly suplex. Cartwright: Looks the tide has turned. White: Indeed. You knew that Aidan had to mount so kind of offense. He's a former World Champion... Cartwright: Enough with stating something these fans already know. Aidan executes an amazing standing moonsault and goes for the cover....1..2..No kick out. Amy jo kicks out at the last second. Aidan brings Amy to her feet..Amy attempts a kick but Aidan grabs her foot and reverses it in a reverse neckbreaker. Cartwright: These fans are getting an amazing match! White: Of Course they are....The Interconitnental championshipis on the line ad these are two of the top competitiors in the business... Aidan goes to the top turnbuckle and wait's for a woozy Amy to reach her feet. Aidan the executes a corkscrew missle dropkick that sent's Amy crashing to the mat. Aidan looks out to the fans and signals the end. He set's Amy up for the sickening but Amy blocks it and reverses it into a plant DDT. The two slowly fight to make it to their feet. As they do out of no-where Amy hit's the Southern Charm. Cartwright: Oh My God the Intercontinental Champion just hit the Southern Charm out of no where. White: If she has enough energy to cover him she is going to retain the title. Amy slwoly drapes her arm over Aidan's lifeless body..The referee begins to count....1...2..Kickout! Cartwright...Oh my god Aidan kicked out. White...He must be working on sure adrenaline alone cause that was a devastating move. Amy get's to her feet first and looks out to the crowd...A smirk a rises on her face and the fans go nut's... Cartwright: I think it's time for The Georgia Sunset....If she hit's this it's over... White: Have you ever seen a Georgia sunset....It's the most beautiful thing... Cartwright: Ok Romeo get back to the match would ya... Amy begins to walk across the rope. Aidan makes it to his feet and Amy jumps. Aidan catches her and plants her with Satan's Call.. Cartwright: What an amazing counter from Aidan....He may have just stolen the Intercontinental Title. White: Not so fast John....Neither competitior is moving...This may end in a double count out... The referre begins to count. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 As the ref reaches the count of nine Aidan throws his arm of Amy who still hasn't moved... 1...2...Kickout! Cartwright: She kicked out. She kicked out. She kicked out. White: What an incredible match! Aidan slowly makes it to his feet and looks at Amy still laying in the ring. Aidan clmibs the top turnbuckle and nails Amy with 450 slash..Aidan makes the cover...1..2..Kickout.. Cartwright: This champion has no fight left in her... Aidan picks Amy up and attempt's a german suplex but Amy blocks it and whips Aidan to the ropes. She attempts a back body drop but Aidan stops and hooks in the Sickening. He holds herup for a minute than drops her to the mat. Aidan sit's up with a smile on his face then hooks the far leg. The ref count's...1.....2....3! Cartwright: Aidan has done it. He has won the Interconitnental Title. White: Amy gave one hell of a fight but after a Satan's Call and a Sickening it just proved to be 2 much. Cartwright: She was a great champion, but now Aidan holds the gold. Amanda Summer: The Winner of this match and NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION Aidan Morag
Shawn Walsh vs. Dave Van Dam (Hell in a Cell Iron Man Match for the World Title ) JC: Hey... Randy... RW: What? JC: Come here... RW: Why? I'm sitting right next to you... JC: Just come here, i got a secret to tell you... RW: Huh? Okay... Randy leans his ear in to John... JC: LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLLEEEEE!! RW: AHH! JC: Ohh yeah, baby! Main event! RW:God dammit, my ear! JC: Dave Van Dam get's his long awaited rematch, against the world heavyweight champion... Johnny Legend! RW: What? Johnny Legend? Are you stuck in 1998 or something? Ladies and gentlemen, DVD is facing Shawn Walsh, for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship in and Iron Man match! JC: Yes... where the rules of the match are simple... the first to encase thier opponent in iron armor... wins the match. RW: How did you get this job?... seriously... JC: A raffle... RW: The rules of the match are, whomever can gain the most pinfalls, submissions, and disqualifications with the 60 minute time limit... wins the match, and the world heavyweight championship. JC: I just got a great idea... I'm gunna go stick a pie in the oven, and by the time the match is over... we'll have some fresh pie to celebrate. RW: ...do it. John gets out of his chair as "Changes" by Tupac blares over the PA system as blue and red pyro shoot up from the sides of the stage. The crowd goes insane as Dave Van Dam steps out onto the stage with his arms raised. DVD smirks and walks down to the ring. Chimpo the Chimp: Ladies and Gentlemen... it is now time for our main event!... introducing first... the challenger... He is an 11 time SFW World Heavyweight Champion... Dave Van Dam! DVD walks up the stairs and into the ring. He stands on the top ropes and poses for the crowd. Suddenly the lights in the arena dim, then fade completely out. We can hear the immortal words of Shawn Walsh whispered over the sound system: "I am the epitome of excellence." "In Shawn We Trust." Followed by an extremely cocky chuckle. The crowd erupts with boos as the slow beginning of "Jesus (of Nazareth)" by (hed) P.E. plays. Gold strobe lights flash with the beat of the song. Suddenly, the lights go completely out. As the chorus hits, two huge, gold lightning bolts strike the sides of the stage. Silver pyro goes off from the points of impact and move to the center of the stage to meet in one giant explosion. The crowd pops for the pyro. The gold strobes resume flashing about the arena. The crowd rises to their feet booing as they know who is to come. "The Chosen One" Shawn Walsh emerges from the backstage area wearing a shiny, gold shirt - unbuttoned - and a pair of black sunglasses. He wears his usual ring attire of a pair of baggy, shiny, flashy, gold pants and black lace up wrestling boots. He has the World Heavyweight Championship slung over his right shoulder. Chimpo the Chimp: And his opponent... The SFT World Heavyweight Champion... "The Chosen One" SHAWN WALSH!!! Walsh flips the title off his shoulder and then raises it high above his head with both hands as the strobes stop and a gold spotlight shines down on him. Walsh looks back at the curtain and out walks Jayden Morrigan, pushing a large full body mirror on rollers. She slowly carries it to the front of Walsh. Walsh smirks, brushes his hair back with his hands, and begins to walk down to the ring, admiring himself as he does. JC: That is a nice mirror... the best, they say. When he gets to the ring he takes one last, long look in the mirror - adjusting everything to perfection - and then jumps up onto the apron. Walsh chuckles and paces back and forth for a moment before leaping over the top rope and into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and poses arrogantly once more, raising his arms - the World Championship in his right hand. He smirks as he strips himself of his shirt. He throws it - and his glasses - out of the ring and down to Jayden. Walsh hops off the turnbuckle and hands the World Title to the referee. The referee shows the championship to the crowd, as they all go nuts, He then shows the title to Shawn Walsh, then Dave Van Dam. They both nod thier head, and the referee hands the belt back to Jayden. RW: I'd like to point out that SFT Hall of Famer and former president-turned-referee, Hendrix... is the official for this bout. JC: Yeah, Hendrix likes to ref all the big time matches, and it doesn't get bigger then Dave Van Dam... and... and... RW: Shawn Walsh. JC: Yeah, I know, I was trying to remember an old Brady Bunch episode... Hendrix orders the men into thier corners for the pre-match. Hendrix pats down Dave, and then goes over to Walsh and prepares to pat him down too, but Walsh backs up and shakes his head 'no'. RW: What's this? JC: Walsh doesn't want to be felt up... don't blame him. Hendrix tells him that he needs to, and Walsh submits to it, and Hendrix pats him down... then Hendrix gets a funny look, and reaches right down the front of Walsh's pants! JC: I knew it! That ref is a perv! Hendrix pulls his hand out, and is holding a pair of brass knuckles! RW: Way to go, ref! Walsh was hiding a pair of brass knuckles in his pants! The ref leans through the ropes to hand a roadie the brass knucks, When Walsh lunges foreward, as Jayden tosses him a different pair of brass knuckles, and Walsh knocks an unsuspecting DVD's block off. RW: What!? What a cheater! Walsh smiles cockily and points to his brain and slowly turns around to see the Hendrix is staring right at him, and sees the knucks on his hand, and rings the bell. Hendrix yells something at Chimpo. Chimpo the Chimp: ...the winner of the first fall... by disqualification... Dave Van Dam! JC: What? The match just started! No fair! RW: Bologna, Walsh deserved it! DVD is now up 1-0 on Shawn Walsh. Walsh is fuming, and starts yelling at Hendrix. Walsh threatens to hit Hendrix, but Hendrix warns him, that if he does, he'll be DQed again. Jayden then hops on the apron and starts yelling at the ref as well. Hendrix takes one look at her, and the points to her, then entusiastically points to the stage. JC: He can't do that! Jayden has done nothing wrong! RW: He just did! Jayden Morrigan has been ejected! JC: Damn! Now I can't look at her all match! RW: Poor you, now you don't have a distraction from doing your job. Jayden is furious and throws a fit, before leaving ringside. Walsh eventually calms down after a few minutes, and realises DVD is still laying there motionless... so he pins him. 1..... 2..... Kickout! JC: DVD is one touch son of a bitch, I'll give him that. Walsh tried to lock in The 'Rich Man's Burden' but DVD kicks him off. Shawn bounces off the ropes and goes for a knee drop that misses. DVD to his feet... roundhouse kick! DVD with a hard kick right across Shawn's face, and Shawn embraces the mat unwillingly! Walsh look sout cold as Dave makes a pin. 1... NO! RW: Ohh... that kick was mean! It is a little too early to be going for a pin in my eyes. DVD locks in a side headlock. Shawn gets to his knees and the World Champion quickly on the defensive in the early going. Shawn to his feet, pushing DVD into the ropes. The ref calls for the break, but DVD pulls Shawn back from the ropes! Shawn lifts DVD in the air and drops him on his back, breaking the headlock. Shawn up quick, pushing DVD the turnbuckle... eye gouge by DVD! Stopping Shawn before he could unleash a series of chops, DVD turns the tide, Shawn now in the turnbuckle... and some hard chops by DVD! DVD lifts Shawn off the ground with the force of his last chop. DVD whips Shawn across the ring, Shawn crashes back first into the opposite corner! DVD charges in, NO! Shawn narrowly avoided being hit with a flying elbow! Shawn hooks DVD with a right cross, spreads his arms over the ropes, and unleashes a series of earth shattering chops. RW: The champ seems determined to even the score. JC: He practically started this match with a one-fall handicap... he needs to work extra hard now. Shawn hooks DVD's tights, backs up, verticle suplex! No! DVD reverses...DDT! Covers! 1... 2... NO! RW: Yikes... Shawn Walsh may have his hands full tonight. JC: Yes, this is indeed an erotic situation. RW: What? JC: Exciting! Shit... did I say erotic? RW: yeah... Dave picks up Walsh but Walsh pokes him in the eyes. Shawn gets back to his feet and clubs DVD on the back of the neck! DVD is unaffected though. Van Dam's good and pissed off! Kick to the gut, DVD sends Shawn off the ropes, across the ring, leapfrog by Shawn, off the ropes, powerslam by Dave Van Dam! DVD goes for a leg submission... but a roll up by Shawn Walsh. 1... 2... NO! RW: Shawn Walsh is showing his mastery in the ring there, nearly getting a pinfall from a defensive position. Shawn rolls out of the ring, he needs a second to regroup. JC: The thinking man's champion. Using the ten-count to his advantage. The longer this goes, the more it favors Shawn. RW: Are you braindead? Dave is up 1-0! Walsh needs to establish a lead to win this match. JC: Shutup Randy, Walsh has actually wrestled matches, what have you done? I think he knows more then you. DVD climbs out of the ring and goes for a double axe handle off the ring aprong... But Shawn steps to the side and DVD flies into the guard rail! Shawn grabs DVD by the hair and throws DVD back first into the ring apron! Walsh throws vicious Knife Edge chops! Shawn whips DVD into the security railing! Walsh picks Dave up and gives him a scoop slam onto the barricade. RW: Oh my god! Did you see the way Dave Van Dam's back just bent? While DVD is still laying backfirst on the barricade, Walsh jumps on the ring apron, and drops an elbow across Dave's neck, sending him flipping over the barricade. Walsh smiles and rolls into the ring. The referee starts counting DVD out... 1..... 2..... RW: Walsh is going to let the ref count out Van Dam? JC: Of corse, it's a brilliant plan! 3..... 4...... 5..... 6..... JC: He's moving, I can't believe it! 7..... 8..... RW: Dave's up, he just needs to get back into the ring! 9..... Dave falls back down and clutches his back. 10! The referee rings the bell. Chimpo the Chimp: ...the winner of the second fall... by countout... Shawn Walsh! Walsh starts jumping around the ring like an idiot, celebrating the fall. JC: I think DVD might be seriously hurt. Walsh gets out of the ring and approaches DVD. He teasingly kicks DVD around the back of the head. DVD slowly gets to his knees, and with a burst of energy and charges at Shawn, Walsh usues DVD's momentum against him lifts Van Dam up and using the momentum hits a powerslam, dropping Van Dam over the steel steps! DVD rolls off showing bloody cuts down his back. RW: Holy cow! That could be a career ender right there. As Walsh goes to lift Van Dam up, the challenger starts nailing punches into his gut. Then he pushes his thumbs into Walsh's eyes and throws himself forward, sending Walsh's kidneys smacking into the guard rail. Van Dam grabs the back of Walsh's head and first bringing it down over his knee, he follows it with a smack onto the apron and then whips Walsh down the perimeter of the outside. Van Dam chases. RW: Where is Dave finding all this stregnth. JC: It's all adreniline, Randy... there is a very good chance DVD could have a back injury right now. But Walsh stops himself in mid motion and leaps backward. He hits a perfect bicycle kick on Van Dam, nailing him in the forehead. RW: I didn't know Walsh was capeable of flying through the air like that! JC: Anyone can fly, they just need to believe in themselves. Walsh holds his lower back only to be low blowed by Van Dam as he re-approaches his opponent! Van Dam erupts off the floor and headers Walsh in the jaw, sending him flying back! Van Dam rolls up onto the apron and then climbs to his feet. He looks ready to jump off when Walsh gets back up onto his feet. Van Dam crouches and spits into his face. He stands up and as Walsh falls back onto the barricade, he jumps off and sends Walsh over into the fans with a flying clothesline. JC: Holy shit! RW: I'm shocked to see DVD do that... he spat in Walsh's face! JC: Nobody can spit in Walsh's beautiful face!... NOBODY! Van Dam and Walsh roll over the barricade landing on a group of fans. Security isn't quick enough to as the fans start hitting Walsh, and he flees back over the barricade, and DVD follows him. RW: Oh snap, these SFT fans really hate Shawn Walsh! Walsh throws DVD into a different part of the crowd, and immediatly two large fans starts smashing Dave with chairs... RW: What the-? Hey! Get those fans off of Dave Van Dam! The security rushes the two fans, they struggle for a bit, but get taken away. RW: What? I saw those fans faces... that was Justin Paige and Daniel Kalis! Walsh had is Superiority Complex buddies pose as fanns to beat the hell out of Dave Van Dam! JC: Brilliant! The ref won't do a damn thing, because he just thinks it is one of these dumb fans! Ahahaha! Walsh drags DVD into the ring, then holds up his arms as he stands on the apron. It doesn't take a second thought for the world champion to climb the top rope. With DVD laid out in the center of the ring, it seems like a good bet to jump off that top rope. Walsh flies off the ropes and hits a moonsault. He goes for the pin... 1..... 2..... 3! RW: Oh, that is bullshit! Walsh cheated! JC: It isn't cheating unless you get caught. Chimpo the Chimp: ...the winner of the third fall... via pinfall... Shawn Walsh JC: That makes Walsh 2, Dave Van Dam 1... The ref checks on DVD, who doesn't respond. Hendrix then calls down several EMTs, and eventually, all the EMTS come and get into the ring, and Shawn Walsh calmly lays back and relaxes. JC: Oh man, the clock is ticking away, and Walsh is on easy street. RW: DVD could have a concussion here... After a few minutes, Walsh gets fed up and goes to pick up Dave, when DVD seemingly springs to life, and rolls him up!... 1..... 2..... 3! JC: Woah! RW: DVD just showed us why he is an 11 time SFW champion... that was awesome! Chimpo the Chimp: The winner of the fourth fall... via pinfall... Dave Van Dam! RW: It is back to a tie... 2-2! JC: and we are only a little half-way though this! Shawn gets to his feet and starts yelling at the referee.... after a few moments, Wlash goes to DVD, he can't find him..... Van Dam with a missle dropkick! Shawn body rolls through the bottom rope and smacks the arena floor. RW: Shawn's not moving out there…. JC: Of course he's not you ass! The man just took a spill that'd kill a lesser man! DVD quickly outside and rolling Shawn's body back in. Van Dam covers. 1... 2... Rope Break! Foot on the rope for the Champion! DVD sets a weary Shawn up and drives him to the mat with a reverse bulldog... 1... 2... Kickout!! JC: SHOULDER UP FROM SHAWN WALSH! DVD runs to the ropes and almost out of desperation goes for an elbow drop... knees up from Shawn and DVD takes it in the gut! Shawn driving a forearm into the small of DVD's back. german suplex from Shawn! Trying to mount an offensive attack after surviving a series of near pinfalls! DVD to his feet, Shawn charging, swinging neckbreaker! Clothesilne into the corner by Shawn! Knee to the gut! Shawn, fistful of DVD's hair in his hand charges towards a nearby turnbuckle and drives Van Dam's head face first into the padding! Short jab by Walsh, followed by DVD turing around and a Backslide pin! 1... 2... Kickout! DVD easily rolling out. Shawn with a leaping clothesline, staying on the offensive! Shawn shoots DVD off the ropes, SLEEPER HOLD! DVD tries to buck Shawn off. Shawn wise to what's happening, releases the hold and throws DVD through the middle-ropes. Shawn grabs DVD's tights, and vaults him headfirst into the iron post. Shawn scoops DVD, pins his leg back, knee drop! Lifts him again... another knee drop!! The Champion pulling DVD near the railing. He's going for a German Suplex on the cement floor! RW: This could break DVD's neck! JC: This could ensure Wlash victory! DVD powers his way out, and shoves Shawn into the apron. DVD hurriedly rolls Shawn into the ring! DVD climbs in after him and locks in a sitting full nelson!! RW: This has got to be it! Van Dam just drove Shawn's back into the steel of the ring apron! Somehow Shawn manages to get his feet under him and, using just his legs, stands up in the full nelson! JC: Oh my GOD! Walsh stands up with Van Dam on his back! He stood up out of the camel clutch position! AMAZING! RW: Dave has still got a string grip! Desperate, Van Dam now wraps his legs around Walsh's body as he keeps the full nelson locked in while mounted on Shawn's back. But Walsh now on his feet is able to run backwards and drive Van Dam's back into the turnbuckle. Van Dam holds on! Walsh turns... and falls back to the mat, crushing Van Dam under his weight! JC: That did it! That broke the hold! RW: Not only the hold, that may have broken Van Dam's BACK! He got squashed! JC: And this back and forth match up may have just changed again! Walsh goes for the pin. 1... 2..... Kickout! Van Dam kicks out! Shawn pushes Van Dam back down in another lateral press, this time driving his forearm into DVD's face as he does so. 1... 2... Kickout! Van Dam gets a shoulder up! Shawn appears a little bit surprised and agitated, but doesn't hesitate. He climbs to his feet and begins to pull DVD up to his feet... Van Dam with a low blow! RW: A low blow by Dave Van Dam! The ref didn't see it! JC: CHEATER! Shawn drops to the mat, holding the "Walsh Family Jewels." His eyes are wide and his jaw has dropped. Van Dam wastes no time in pulling Shawn to his feet and whipping him to the ropes. Walsh bounces off the ropes and on the return is caught with Van Dam's Death Valley Driver! RW: DVD by DVD! DVD by DVD! Van Dam lunges into the cover. 1... 2... Kickout! Walsh pushes Van Dam off! RW: Another astonishing kickout! DVD goes right back on the attack and goes for a sharpshooter! Walsh won't let him turn it! Shawn shoves Van Dam off with his legs! RW: But Van Dam slammed into the referee in the corner! Hendrix down! Van Dam is unphased and goes right back to Walsh. Shawn is up now and Van Dam blasts him with a haymaker. Shawn rocks back, but fires right back with a right of his own. Van Dam takes it hard on the chin, but fires another right that catches Walsh square on the jaw. JC: This has broken down into a straight up FIGHT! Walsh is teetered again, but retaliates back with a European uppercut. This rocks Van Dam back, but again Van Dam delivers a hard right to Walsh. Shawn responds with another stiff European uppercut. RW: Both of these men are taking heavy shots but neither one will go down! This time Walsh is able to get a second hard European uppercut in, staggering Van Dam back to the ropes. Walsh charges, but DVD bridges the top rope and sends Shawn crashing all the way down to the floor. Van Dam takes a second to regroup before rolling out of the ring and pulling Walsh to his feet. He hooks Shawn up and delivers a vertical suplex. JC: Vertical suplex on the floor! That's brutal! DVD pulls Walsh right back up and rolls him into the ring. Van Dam slides into the ring behind him and pulls Shawn back to his feet. He sends Walsh to the ropes with an Irish whip and on the return catches him with a monstrous death valley driver! RW: That'll do it! It has to be over here! Van Dam goes for the cover, but the referee is still down. DVD stands up and leans over the ref. He gives the referee a nudge but the ref doesn't move. JC: Who's this? That is SFT CEO Christian Cage! Christian Cage runs down to the ring and slides in... he makes the count... 1..... 2..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... ..... .....? JC: What the? Christian Cage stands up and refuses to count to 3. RW: That bastard! That bastard! Dave Van Dam had Shawn Walsh pinned! JC: Ahahahhaha... look, there is only 5 minutes left! DVD stands up and gets right in Cage's face, but Walsh comes from behind and rolls up DVD, and Cage counts the pin... 1.2.3! RW: What? Talk about a fast count! Chimpo the Chimp: the winner of the fifth fall... via pinfall... Shawn Walsh! JC: This match has to be over! about three and a half minutes left, it's 3-2 Walsh! Walsh slides out of the ring, and Cage slides out with him. Cage and Walsh shake hands, and DVD jumps ot of the ring and starts chasing them, but they split up. Walsh grabs his title, and as Dave is chasing Cage, Walsh blindsides him with the title belt. Walsh slides into the ring, and raises the title high in the air. JC: and here goes the clock... 5...4...3...2...1...0! DING DING DING Chimpo the Chimp: This winner of this match, as a result of 3 falls to two... and STILL World Heavyweight Champion... Shawn Walsh! RW: My god, first there was the cheap shot with brass knuckles, then Superiority Complex posed as fans and attacked DVD, and then Christian Cage shows his true colors, and refuses to count Walsh's shoulders down... I think I am going to be sick. JC: Get used to it... Shawn Walsh is going to be World Champion for a long time to come, I can feel it!... oh, that reminds me... my pie is done! RW: This is a damn travesty.