The scene pans out right on the beach, its nighttime and the water is clashing the fans are going crazy and the ring is setup and the fans all standing around it.
RW: Ive never been to such an event!
JC: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to our first ever Texas Showdown live from South Padre Island.
Malcom
Dred King versus Sean Rollins
(Inferno Match)
"The scene opens up to Sean Rollins already in the ring..."
"Ambitionz Az A Ridah" by Tupac hits the sound system through out the arena, and the crowd erupts Dred walks out from behind the curtain and throws up the black power fist with his gloved right hand as a wall of flame ignites behind him. Walks down to the ring focused on it. Climbs up the ring steps and whips his feet as a show of respect before entering the ring. As he enters the ring he'll go to the far sided ring corner and fold his arms awaiting his opponent if first in the ring; or if he enters second will go to the closest corner to him and fold his arms awaiting the match to begin.
Steve: Yes sir, this should be an excellent match.
"The bell rings as the match starts off with Rollins getting kicked in the stomach by Dred and than put into a double arm DDT. Dred follows with a devastating elbow drop..The fans cheer as the flames emulate from the side of the ring. Dred picks up Rollins and whips him into the ropes he goes for a back body drop but is met with a boot to the chest, and a lariat that send Dred to the mat..."
Phil: That was a resilient move on Rollins part. Let's see if he can capitalize...
"Rollins slowly makes it to his feet, and picks up Dred. He executes a swinging neck breaker that leaves Malcolm writhing in pain. Rollins starts to roll Dred toward the fire that engulfs the ring. He get's close to the ropes, but Dred stops him with a boot to the groin..."
Steve: That is definitely a way to turn the tide...
Phil: That hurt just watching it...
"Both men lay in the ring in pain. Malcolm is the first to make it to his feet followed by a weary Rollins. Rollins charges and is met with a Impact DDT from Dred. Dred manages to stay on the offensive as he picks up Rollins. He hits Rollins with a T-Bone suplex that sends Rollin close to the fire...He stops right before he slides into the fire..."
Phil: Damn that was close....
Steve: Yeah it is apparent though that Dred is in control...
" Dred looks out to the fans who are chanting his name...He signals it's time for the end...He latches on the "A slave to no man"
Phil: He's not gonna get the win this way
Steve: I think he realizes that I think he just wants to make an example out of Rollins.
"Rollins lays in the ring screaming in pain as a sadistic smile comes across the face Dred. Rollins starts tapping but Dred leans back on the hold harder....
Phil: My god he is really gonna hurt him...
Steve: I think that's his point...
"Rollins is about to pass out as Dred breaks the hold. Another demonic smile arises across his face...He picks up Rollins and delivers "By Any Means" which sends Rollins into the Inferno surrounding the ring!"
Phil: He's done it whether he meant to do it or not is debatable....
Steve: Get some one out here....Rollins is on fire!!!
The paramedics rush to the ring with a fire exstinguiser as Malcolm Dred King has his hand raised in victory..."
WINNER = Malcolm Dred King
The
Beast Dameon versus Sari Daniels
(Hardcore Title Match)
The lights dim over the stage area, "Decency Defied" begins while red strobe lights flicker at the entrance way. Dameon steps out with steel chair in hand and raises it towards the sky as 5 red lights cross paths on the entrance way shining a pentagram on the stage. Dameon then continues to make his way down to the ring, slowly and ominously.
Amanda Summers: The following match is scheduled for one-fall, and is for the Hardcore championship! Introducing first... from Seattle, Washington... "The Beast" Dameon!
He walks by random fans yelling towards him and rips apart a few signs. Dameon then slides into the ring and stares at the entrance way with fire in his eyes. The lights flicker and go out. "My Life" by 12 Stones blares up as Sari Daniels steps out to the stage with a white backdrop behind her. As the heavy guitar hits, a spotlight flashes on and then off. The light shows the silhouette of Sari on the backdrop with wings done in shadow. The heavy guitar hits a second time, but this time it stays on as she continues to move down towards the ring.
Amanda Summers: and his opponent... Sari Daniels!
When she reaches ringside, she jumps up onto the mat and moves between the ropes. She moves towards the middle of the ring with the spotlight still following her. She lifts her arms towards the roof as feathers begin floating down from the rafters. As she lowers her arms, the lights fade back on.
JC: Let's get ready to get hardcooorrreee!!!
The bell rings and Sari Daniels and Dameon both slide out of he ring immediatly and look under the ring for weapons.
RW: Ahahaha, they aren't wasting any time!
Dameon pulls out a kendo stick and slides into the ring, then Sari Daniels pulls out a barbed-wire baseball bat and slides into the ring.
JC: I think Sari got the upper hand on the weapon picking...
The two compeditors rush each other, the kendo stick and baseball bat clash in the center. The two begin to duel with their weapons, the furious clacking of wood on wood fills the arena as thrust after thrst are attempted, blocked and reversed. The ref stands in the center of the ring baffled as they battle it out.
JC: Is his medeval times, this isn't a swordfight, hit somebody!
Finally Sari managed to sneak a swift jab at Dameon's sternum, and followed up with a decisive blow across Dameon's face, the barbed wire tearing into his face, drawing blood. Dameon dropped to his knees but kept ahold of the kendo stick. As Sari moved in, Dameon swung the kendo stick at her knees, cutting her legs out from under him.
JC: Ooh! Sari goes down hard!
Dameon swings the kendo stick around to bring it down across Sari's face, but Sari's arms move up to block the blow with her forearms. Quick as light, Sari grabs the kendo stick and yanks forward. Dameon, off-guard and still holding onto the stick for all he's worth, is yanked forward, right into a powerful uppercut from Sari that damn near lifts Dameon off the mat. Dameon drops to the mat, Sari goes for a quick cover.
1.....
2.....
Kickout!!
Dameon kicks out violently, flinging Sari halfway across the ring.
JC: Dameon just launched Sari across the ring!
Both are quick to rise to their feet and begin raining blow after blow down on one another, their combat rising to a fevered pitch as the dull roar of the audience grows to an earsplitting cacophony of chanting, whistles, and cheering. Like two prize-fighters, Dameon and Sari trade blows and circle each other, each trying to wear the other down. Finally Dameon kicks Sari in the gut and drops her with a DDT.
JC: Sari goes down!
RW: Dameon is leaving the ring. Wonder where he thinks he's going.
Dameon reaches under the ring, pulling out a ladder. He sets it up outside of the ring just a few feet away from the ring, then reaches under again. Pulling out another ladder, he sets it up next to the first. Sari is beginning to stir, so Dameon crawls to the top rope, getting there just as Sari gets to her feet. Dameon lands a hurricarana on the dazed lady, sending her flying across the ring.
RW: Sari is down again, and someone should tell Dameon that this isn't a ladder match.
JC: Go ahead and tell him.
RW: I'm not telling him, he'll tear my face off!
JC: Chicken.
Dameon leaves the ring AGAIN, and reaches under the ring AGAIN, this time pulling out a table. Climbing to the apron, he bridges the table across the two ladders. Dameon moves over to Sari and begins and Irish Whip toward the ropes, but Sari reverses, half throwing the much bigger man onto the table. Surprisingly, the table doesn't break.
JC: My God, it didn't break.
Sari steps onto the apron and turns around.
RW: Oh God, she's not-
JC: She is…
Sari grips the top rope, drops off the apron, slingshots up to the top rope and launches himself backward in an asai Moonsault, landing squarely on Dameon. The two crash through the table and land in a tangled mess at the foot of both ladders.
RW: Holy shit!
The audience begins to chant "HOLY SHIT; HOLY SHIT; HOLY SHIT" as the ref
slides out of the ring to check on the two of them.
JC: I wouldn't be surprised if the referee stops the match and calls down the paramedics after that.
But even as John Cartwright speaks, Dameon begins to stir and slowly climb to his feet, using the apron for leverage. Sari lays prone for a second and begins to move, also climbing up, using both Dameon and the apron for leverage. The crowd roars its approval.
JC: Okay, so they can stand. Doesn't mean they can get an offensive move off!
Sari decks Dameon.
JC: I stand corrected.
Dameon punches Sari. Sari reels back and lands against the ladder behind him. Dameon charges forward, driving Sari harder into the ladder, and the ladder crumples underneath their combined weight. The two pick themselves back up again.
JC: My God, these two rookies really want to make a name for themselves.
Time and again, vicious attack is met with greater brutality. Sari hits Dameon in the groin with her foot, Sari then with a headbutt to the bridge of the nose. Blood flows freely from Dameon's nose as he fires back with a vicious kick to the kneecap. Sari drops to one knee and reaches under the ring. Dameon rushes forward, but Sari pulls a chair and slams it into the side of Dameon's head, dropping the big man. Dameon is on his feet in a heartbeat, and Sari slams it into his head again.
Dameon drops, but gets up again, albeit slower this time. Sari swings the chair
one more time, connecting solidly, dropping the bigger man with an extreme sense of finality.
RW: No way Dameon can kick out of THAT.
Sari covers for the pin...
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
JC: My god!
Sari climbs to her feet, obviously frustrated. Dameon makes it to his feet slowly, and Sari starts bringing the chair down on his back. Dameon gets to his feet anyways and catches the chair. He grabs Sari and nails a 'Gallow's End' on the outside. He goes for the pin.
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
JC: Whoa! Looks like Sari still has some life in her!
Dameon gets up looking pissed. He then starts taking off the protective mats on the outside. He picks Sari up and gives her the Gallow's End right onto the conrete!
RW: Holy crap!
He goes for the pin...
1.....
2.....
3!!
RW: It's over!
Amanda Summers: The winner of the match... and NEW SFT Hardcore Champion... "The Beast" Dameon!
As Dameon is handed the Hardcore belt he begins to stare at the belt speaking under his breathe to it. He turns his attention to his downed opponent, Sari Daniels, her bloodied body out in front of him.
Announcer 1: What is he thinking? He already won the match and the title what else does he need to prove?
Dameon lays his belt in the ring as he makes his way to Sari's limp body. He then reaches down, grabs a handful of hair and raises Sari to her feet. He begins to barrage the fallen competitor with insults as he drags her to the corner placing her face down against the top turnbuckle.
Announcer 2: Someone needs to take control of this monster he can't be allowed to do what he wants.
Announcer 1: But who is going to stop him, he has ran through all his other opponents fairly unchallenged.
Dameon makes his way out of the ring grabbing a steel chair from under the apron. As he re-enters the ring a sadistic grin crosses his face. He wipes some blood from his brow, looks down at his now soaked hand and takes a taste. As though the blood was the driving force behind the beast he makes his way over to Sari Daniels, raising the chair above his head and unleashing a skull shattering blow.
Announcer 2: Oh my god, when is the brutality going to end with Dameon?
As the chair bounces off of the back of Sari Daniels' head she collapses to the mat with little more than a breathe being released. The fans begin to cause an uproar, in shock of what they had just witnessed. Dameon then turns and with chair pointed at the referee he asks for a mic.
Announcer 1: What could he possibly have to say after this vulgar display?
Dameon drops the chair as he grabs the microphone from the referee then threatening the referee with the same thing done to Sari Daniels if he doesn't leave. Dameon begins to laugh into the mic as he looks out at the crowd and over to his most recent prey.
Dameon: Listen up, this goes out to all of you who didn't think I had what it takes to get to even this point. Within the past few weeks I have changed the lives of some people who thought they could stop me... But one still sticks out in my thoughts, and that man is you, Malcolm King...
The crowd cheers showing admiration and love for Malcolm King. Dameon pulls the mic away from him and looks out shaking his head in dismay.
Dameon: You see, that right there is what I don't understand. You all adore that washed up fool. Malcolm, if you care about these imbeciles you will like what I have to say.
Dameon makes his way over to his newly attained championship belt. He picks it up and stares back out at the crowd as his blood drips onto the gold. The fans scream in anticipation and curiousity wondering what Dameon is thinking.
Dameon: It seems now I have something worth fighting for, so Malcolm, fight for these people prove to them you still have what it takes. I remember hearing you say that the first time we met was a fluke. Prove it, prove me wrong. If you think you have what it takes to tame The Beast accept the challenge I am issuing to you now.
Dameon lowers his mic as the fans chant for Malcolm King to come out.
Dameon: He is too scared, don't bother trying to call for him, he doesn't care about any of you. Malcolm, if you want this, if you want me in this ring, I am giving you till Tuesday night to accept my challenge. You and me, man to man, for my hardcore title... So what do you say Mr. King?
Dameon drops the mic and makes his way out of the ring and up the entrance way as his music echoes through the arena.
Announcer 1: An open invitation to Malcolm King for the hardcore belt has just been laid out by this psycho, Dameon.
Announcer 2: But the true question is will Malcolm accept?
WINNER = Dameon
Allison
Johnson versus
Louis
Cypher versus
Clayton Walker
(Triple Threat Match)
Allison Johnson, Louis Cypher and Clayton Walker are all in the ring as the bell rings. Louis starts off with a clothesline on Clayton and a Tequila sunrise on Allison. Cypher with a pedigree on Allison but only gets a 1 count.
RW: This match is starting quick.
Cypher with a shining wizard kick on Clayton, but Allison breaks up the count at 2 and nails Cypher with a Russian Leg Sweep. Allison with a moonsault on the passed out Clayton but only gets a 2 count as Cypher breaks up the hold.
JC: Great move there by Mrs. Shadow.
Allison with a superkick on Cypher as she covers the ref counts.1….2…kickout by Cypher!
RW: Close one there for Louis Cypher, this match is a return match for both he and Allison Johnson.
Cypher with a shoulder block on Allison and as Clayton is getting up he nails a powerslame then a powerbomb as the ring shakes, the fans cheer he covers 1….2…broken up by Allison Johnson.!
Allison now with a frog splash on Clayton and she tries to cover but Cypher breaks it up!
Allison does a European uppercut on Cypher and nails her Divine Tragedy she slowly covers as it took the wind out of her 1….2….kickout by Cypher!
RW: How in the hell did he kick out?
Allison goes for her finisher again but Cypher catches her in mid air and throws her outside the ring but the fans catch her!
JC: Incredible
Cypher now goes over to Clayton, climbs the turnbuckles with Clayton and hits his Back to Hell. He slowly covers 1…2….3!
Allison back in the ring a second too late.
RW: Louis Cypher has won the match and what a great match it was!
WINNER = Louis Cypher
RW: Well that was a match to remember lets see if the next one is as good.
Joe
Mokoko versus Dark Wolf
(Dog Collar Match)
Joe Mokoko and The Dark Wolf are already in the ring, each has the collar attached to their necks and a long steel chaing linking them.
RW: This is going to be interesting.
The bell rings as Dark Wolf pulls on the chain and nails a clotheline! Joe uses the same chain to whiplash Dark Wolf with it and hits him in the head. Both men are trying to use the chain to their advantage but from the crowd we see Jack Jones run into the ring with a steel cowbell and he knocks both men out cold.
JC: ...What the?
The ref calls for the bell as the match is ruled a no contest.
WINNER = No One!
Rayn
versus Dave Van Dam
(Television Championship)
DVD has already made his way to the ring with his friends music, Last Resort by Papa Roach finishes as we await the TV Champ.
The Lights go down as green strobes go off at the entrance. Three green spotlights start scanning the crowd as Daniel Kalis steps through the curtain and onto the entrence ramp with his television championship in his hand. He smirks, stopping at the top of the ramp as he raises his arms and title into the air as sparks rain down behind him from the top of the stage. He smirks as he walks down towards the ring yelling out obsenities to the crowd. Half way down he runs, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope and heads to the nearest corner. He stands up on the second turnbuckle as he raises his arms up above his head again, holding his title with an arrogant smirk on his face. He hops off the turnbuckle and hands his belt to the ref.
The bell rings.
RW: Ok here we go.
DVD starts it off with a flying leg whip, followed by a Hurricane DDT, but no cover. DVD now with a clench fist gorilla slam then an inverted DDT! He covers 1….2…kickout by Rayn. DVD now with a Lionsault but the ref doesn’t get out of the way in time and he takes half of the brunt as well as Rayn. With all 3 men knocked out we see Shawn Walsh run in the ring and as Rayn is getting up he gets nailed with a steel bat right in the face.
The ref is getting up as Walsh runs away, DVD goes over to Rayn covers 1….2……3!
WINNER = Dave Van Dam
RW: Wow what a messed up match, but DVD is our new TV Champ!
Connor
MacDaddy versus The Great Malinko
(KOTDM Semi-Finals Classic Death Match)
JC: Here we go with one of the semi-finals of the King of the Deathmatch Tourney.
RW: Yea! Connor versus Malinko. My money's on Malinko.
JC: Is it now?
RW: Sure. $10.
JC: You cheap ass.
The entrance clouds with smoke, fireworks flare through the visual obstruction sending sparkes everywhere, and South West Voodoo hits as The Great Malinko makes his way through the fog to the ring.
RW: YEA! My man. The guy who's getting me a heap of cash.
JC: Didn't you say you put down 10 bucks?
RW: Yea...I didn't say how many of them I put down though.
"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot blares over the PA system as large red X pyros fires off. A few seconds into the song Connor steps out onto the stage and makes an X with his arm in the air. He starts to walk down the ramp. Mid ramp he slows down and points to a few fans and gives them a big thumbs up. He slides in the ring and goes on the turnbuckle and makes X crosses in the air to the crowd.
JC: A former King of the Deathmatch, Connor's looking for his 2nd term as King.
RW: Kings have terms?
JC: In SFT they do.
The bell rings and Connor and Malinko circle around the ring. The outside of the ring is filled with various weapons. Quickly, Connor gets out of the ring on one side, as Malinko goes out on the other side. Chairs, little bags, and other weapons are thrown into the ring. Malinko grabs a garbage can lid and tosses it like a frisbee at Connor, who's on the apron about to come into the ring. The lid catches Connor right on the forehead. Connor holds a hard grip on the top rope so he doesn't fall off, and then grabs his head. Malinko rolls into the ring and picks up a steel chair and quickly tosses it at Connor. Connor sees it coming out of the corner of his eye and deflects it with his hand, which causes him a little pain. As Connor shakes his hand, Malinko is already next to him, and starts throwing forearms at Connor's face. Connor's taken offguard and is open to all the brutality. Malinko sets up Connor for a suplex into the ring, but Connor stands his ground. Malinko attempts again, but Connor hooks his leg onto the bottom rope. Connor gets out of Malinko's grip and rakes his eyes, and then starts pounding Malinko's face with forearms. Connor then grabs Malinko's head and drops to the floor, hanging Malinko on the top rope. As Malinko crashes to the mat holding his throat Connor sets up a table at ringside.
JC: What the hell?
RW: Someone's getting fucked up tonight!
Connor rolls into the ring and walks over to Malinko, who's on his knees. Connor looks around, smirking, and then gets hit with a low blow. Connor doubles over, and from his stance on his knees Malinko headbutts the side of Connor's head. Malinko gets up and grabs a steel chair and slams it over Connor's back. Malinko throws the chair on the mat and hits a Tilt-a-Whirl on the chair. He pins Connor.
1....
2.....
Connor barely gets a shoulder up. Malinko looks around and sees a spindle of barb wire. Malinko gets a long strand of the wire and starts choking Connor with it. Connor gasps and fights to reach the ropes. Malinko stops choking Connor and then wraps the barb wire around his hand and starts punching Connor in the face. When Malinko is done, his hand and Connor's face are a bloody mess. Malinko slowly unwraps the barb wire from his hand, making sure to not pull too much of his own flesh off. Malinko gets up and stomps on Connor. Malinko then goes outside of the ring, where Connor had set up the table. Malinko looks under the ring, and finds a can of gasoline. He pours it over the table, and then looks around for the lighter. The lighter is in the ring, a few feet from Connor. Connor is leaning against the ropes, trying to see through the crimson mask on his face. Malinko comes into the ring and heads straight for the lighter. He picks it up and looks at Connor, who bursts off the ropes and hits a spear on Malinko. They both lay on the mat, Connor looking like hell, and Malinko holding his midsection. Connor and Malinko slowly get up, and start trading blows with each other. Malinko attempts a big boot but Connor catches it, throws Malinko's foot down and hits a rolling elbow right to Malinko's jaw. Malinko staggers back against the ropes. Connor looks down, and slowly picks up the lighter. He holds it in his hand and runs at Malinko and hits a jumping forearm to the face. Malinko slowly falls over the top rope, landing just on the apron. Connor walks out onto the apron, and right on the floor near them is the gasoline covered table. Connor flicks the lighter on, and throws it on the table, and the table lights up like a Christmas Tree. Connor then picks up Malinko and kicks him in the gut. Malinko doubles over, and Connor quickly hooks a double underhook on Malinko and gets in a position so that Connor and Malinko are parallel with the table, and Connor picks up Malinko and jumps off with a Daddy Bomb. They crash into the table, and pieces of flying table fly around as they connect. As the smoke of the fire, which went out on impact, clears, we see Connor, on top of Malinko, and the referee quickly counts.
1....
2....
3....
JC: Holy crap, after an amazing and insane match, Connor has taken the victory.
RW: FUCK! My money, fuck.
WINNER = Connor MacDaddy
RW: What a great match and this is going to be my nomination for match of the month, bar none!JC: Those men could have 3rd degree burns!
RW: I'm going to have 3rd degree burns from my wife after she knows I lost all my money!
JC: Ugh. Folks, Connor MacDaddy moves onto the finals of the King of the Deathmatch Tournament!
Nirvana
versus Excidium
(KOTDM Semi-Finals Classic Death Match)
Exicidum is already in the ring but Nirvana's music hits but he doesnt come out, the ref starts the 10 count with Exicidim looking confused. The ref calls for the bell as he awards the match to Excidium!
Excidium looks pissed as hell!
We see Shadow at the rampway with a mic.
WINNER = Excidium
Shadow: Excidium you did your part and I know it sucks to advance this way but heres an extra incentive, the winnner of the KODM not only gets a world title shot but wins the vacant IC title!The crowd cheer as Excidium smiles as he walks away.
Aidan
Morag versus Shawn Walsh
(World Heavyweight Championship)
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'm like if God took steroids."
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.
Ring Announcer: And his opponent... Being accompanied to the ring by Jayden Morrigan... Residing in Los Angeles, California... 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. 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.
Walsh waits around some moments, pacing the ring waiting for his opponent Aidan Morag to step out and face him.
RW: Do you think this could be the night? The night when Shawn Walsh actually loses the world title?
JC: I heard you've been given a nice cushy job over at RWA. You know, because you can't spell RWA without RW. You've been kind of shifty since it re-opened you know.
RW: I'm SFT, brudda!
Walsh is still standing around half a minute later. He starts shouting at the referee, tapping his wrist as if he has somewhere he needs to be. The fans start a slow boo, but then it burns into a ferocious cheer as Shawn Walsh loses more and more of his patience.
JC: WHAT THE HELL?
Allisa O'Toole has jumped the security rail and charges into Jayden Morrigan while Walsh's back is still turned. She rams Jayden's head into the steel post then kicks her under the apron. She rolls into the ring and grabs the world title off the referee. She looks poised to smash Walsh over the head with it when he turns around...
RW: What... Wait? Seriously.
When he turns around, Allisa stands up and walks up to him. She shakes his hand and gives him the world title. She looks up the ramp and points, showing Walsh. She starts bad mouthing Aidan enough for the fans to hear it then she lifts Walsh's hand in the air and his theme music starts playing.
RW: Walsh has won by default?
"In Shawn We Trust."
WINNER = Shawn Walsh
JC: Why the hell did she knock out Jayden Morrigan?
RW: Allisa will be Allisa, I guess. She hates women.
JC: All women except Amy Jo.
Allisa pats Walsh on the back and rolls out of the ring. She raises her arms up in the air to boos while Rayn makes his way down to the ring. Allisa stares at Rayn then winks at him as they pass. Daniel Kalis rolls into the ring and joins in the celebrations. Confetti starts falling from the roof as Rayn lifts Walsh's arm up once more!
JC: This feels like a bit of an anti-climax, but this is still history in the making! Walsh is on the way to being the longest reigning world champion that has SFT has ever witnessed!
RW: I just want to know why Aidan couldn't show up for his big shot!
Walsh pulls the title back down towards him, but Rayn still has a hold of it! The arena goes silent as Walsh and Rayn stare each other down. Walsh starts asking questions then shouts but Rayn just stays silent. Walsh tugs the world title away and goes to walk out of the ring but notices Jayden is gone. He shouts for her then when there's no response, he has no choice but to look back at Rayn, who is smirking. He motions down to his waist and indicates that the world title is going to be around his waist very soon.
JC: TITANS! TITANS! ALL HELL IS GOING TO BREAK LOOSE ON TUESDAY!
Rayn points at Walsh who is shouting until he is red in the face. Rayn rolls out and imagines the title around his waist one more time. "Angry Chair" by Alice in Chains starts to play over the PA.
JC: Shawn Walsh against Daniel Kalis for the world heavyweight championship... Tuesday! You better not miss it. Goodnight!
RW: Shit son, this taco is good.