RW and JC take their spots as they begin talking of events for the night. JC: Certainly lots in store tonight! I just hope all these fans knees don't buckle too soon!

RW: Like you know what's in store for tonight . . .

JC: Hey! I pay attention! I know things!

RW: You know how stupid you are.

JC: Stupid is as stupid does.

RW: Help me lord!

The noise coming from the crowd slowly begins to dwindle out when suddenly the opening for "Pretty Noose" by Soundgarden begins to play throughout the arenas speakers.

RW: Huh? What's this? What song is this?

JC: I don't know. I don't believe it's of anyone we know!

The crowd turns towards the stage in curiosity. Moments pass by as nothing continues to happen.

JC: What's going on Randy?! Somebody's song has been going for nearly a minute now and there isn't a sign of anybody.

RW: Beats the hell out of me.

The crowd begins to get antsy as a fan here and there shout out obscenities.

Suddenly array of black, gray, and red smoke starts to fill up the stage in a gloomy mix. The crowd becoming more alive with each moment the smoke spreads and fills the stage area.

JC: That's the most depressing scheme of colors I've ever seen. And where is . . . somebody?!

RW: I think we're gonna get our answer John!

And then an outline of a figure shadows the barrier of smoke. The crowd grows louder, yet they don't know for whom.

JC: Look Randy someone is coming out!

Soon after John Cartwright's last words the frame of a man stepped through the smoke to an alarming amount of cheers and fan support.

RW: RADIANT!!! IT'S RADIANT!!!

JC: No way . . . I thought he left on quite a bad note!?

RW: Well he's here John! Here in Michigan! His hometown!

Radiant stands out beyond the fading smoke and slowly looks around the arena. We observe his much altered appearance. His hair, grown out much longer and darker. Face, clean shaven for the first time ever it seems. Skin, a little bit darker toned and smooth. And his wardrobe, an all black suit which we are not accustomed to seeing him in at all.

JC: He looks so much different from when we last saw him. Cleans up nicely.

RW: Easy John.

JC: Oh shut up not like that!

Finally he sheds a small smirk then begins to head down the ramp. He carelessly walks by the fans ignoring the few hands that desire a high five. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and turns over to his left and heads to the steel stairs. He climbs up them and steps onto the ring apron. He pauses for a moment and stares down at his feet for a second. Soon enough he lifts his head up and steps into the ring in between the middle and top rope. He enters the ring and heads over to one of the far turnbuckles and steps up on it raising his arms into the air playing the crowd for the cheap ovation. He steps down and does the same thing to the other turnbuckle next to the current one. He steps down again and turns towards Jonathon Knight the ring announcer and reaches out for a microphone. "Pretty Noose" by Soundgarden quickly fades out as we're left with the continuing cheering from the audience.

RW: Ah he's going to waste no time in speaking.

JC: I wonder why he's even out here?!

RW: Maybe make a proper goodbye this time?

Some time passes before he's able to quiet the crowd. He places his left hand down into his pocket and slightly tilts his head downward as he raises the microphone up near his face. Radiant speaks.

Radiant: I'm not going to waste any time in explaining why I'm out here and I'm going to make this as short and sweet as possible so listen up.

A small outburst of cheers to the authoritative approach taken by Radiant, but nothing that lasts too long.

JC: Ooh very firm I'm liking this.

Radiant: You see the last time I showed my face in SFT back in November I was disrespected. Treated like dirt. Demoralized. Had this very company turn its back on me. And to be blunt, I was shat on!

Another outburst of cheers, but they soon fade.

RW: Ok so he's not necessarily happy.

JC: I'll say.

Radiant: The very same company I like to believe I've been a very big part of in years past. But I say, YEARS PAST. November 2006 was also, YEARS PAST or year, whatever. So of course I left again like I have several times before never thinking I'd be back yet you all see me now. Why? Why am I here? What more could I possibly have to say . . . Or do? Well, I'll tell you. A couple weeks ago somebody reached out and got in contact with me. This person to cut to the chase here simply asked me to, return.

The crowd erupts again. Moments pass till silence then we resume.

Radiant: Not to return backstage, not to return to the staff department, but to return to . . . the ring. Now of course at first I said no. How could I come back to this place after the note I was forced to leave on last time? And how could I come back with the new situation going on in my personal life in which involves me being a parent? So I said no. But I take a look around the Strike Fantasy Towers halls and what do I see? Scrap. Remains. An eerie quiet calms the SFT name. Many have left and have not returned. And new faces do not stick around for the ride. It did not sadden me, but I was reminded of when SFT did mean something and was important to me. How it was more or less a crutch for me and others when everything else in life seemed so complicated and difficult. I hate how things have ended several times for me here, but I cannot forget the love for the good times I had and for that I believe I owe it to SFT . . . to return.

RW: WHAT?! HE'S COMING BACK TO THE RING?!

JC: This is huge! I cannot believe Radiant has just reinstated himself into SFT again!

Radiant continues as arena quiets again.

Radiant: You've all heard me right. I've decided to lace up those boots again and try and revitalize the SFT name. I cannot guarantee a lengthy stay, but while you've got me . . . your gonna get all of me. For those that are here and for those that might decide to show their faces again, grab a ticket and get in line. From here till the end, Radiant is once again going to shine!

RW: YYYYYEEEEESSSSS!!!!!

JC: Alright! Radiant has returned this is great!

Pretty Noose by Soundgarden starts back up again throughout the arena as the crowd cheers loudly for the returnee Radiant. Radiant hands the microphone back to Jonathon Knight then slides out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp until he eventually heads through the curtains backstage. The crowd still cheering for him.

RW: Well, this night has certainly kicked off to a good start.

JC: Incredible . .

Connor MacDaddy is seen walking the halls of the SFT arena, he is wheeling a wheelbarrow to the ring. The the wheelbarrow is a metal cage, with Chimpo the Chimp inside. Chimpo looks depressed as all hell. Before Connor heads to the ring, he stops the wheelbarrow.

Connor MacDaddy: Now Chimpo, I know you've been angry and wanting your freedom... and as soon as I let you out of this cage to fight Zybala... you'll want to run to freedom or attack me. I've got news... the whole ring will be surrounded by animal wranglers... and if you manage to beat Mike... then I'll grant you your freedom.

Chimpo perks up.

Connor MacDaddy: I want my damn ten dollas.

Connor then continues to wheel Chimpo towards the ring.

We see a promo of Mike Zybalas career just before we start the first match.

Amanda Summers: The following match is a Ten Dollars on a Pole Match!

JC: This is going to be one of the most bizarre matches I have ever witnessed.

Amanda Summers: Introducing first... from Buffalo, New York... Mike Zybala!

Midnight Express by Giorgio Moroder hits the PA, and the camera starts panning th crowd. It stops when we see Mike Zybala, coming to the ring through the crowd. He starts a mosh pit in the crowd and the whole arena is going nuts. He then makes his way to the ring, and hoops over the guard-rail.

RW: It's good to see Zybala back in an SFT ring!

JC: It is?

Amanda Summers: and his opponent... accompanied by the SFT World Heavyweight Champion Connor MacDaddy... from Monkey Island... Chimpo the Chimp!

Zybala slides in the ring and poses for the fans. Then "Shock the Monkey(Simian Surprise Remix)" by Peter Gabriel w/Multiman hits the PA and Connor MacDaddy wheeling Chimpo the Chimp out to the ring. The fan boos, and there are even some animal rights protesters in the front row. Behind Connor walk out an army of Animal Control officers dressed in yellow T-Shirts. Connor gets to ringside, and unlocks the cage. Chimpo crals out and gets into the ring.

RW: Chimpo looks angry. This is a side of him we've never seen before.

The bell rings and Chimpo flys across the ring and attaches himself to Zybala's face. Chimpo is scratching and clawing and Zybala is trying to pull him off.

JC: Get him! Scratch! Claw! Bite!

Chimpo then jumps on the pole and starts to race to the ten dollars. Then a dart hits him the ass!

RW: What the? A traq dart?

Chimpo falls off the pole and into the ring. Zybala looks confused. He quickly scales the ropes and grabs the ten dollars. Connor MacDaddy is shown outside the ring with a tranquliser gun.

JC: That bastard threw the match for Chimpo!

RW: Zybala just won the 10 buckareenos.

Zybala looks pissed and checks on Chimpo, who is out cold. Zybala gets up and starts yelling at Connor, challenging him to get in the ring and fight him. Connor gives a nod to the Animal Control officers, and Zybala gets three darts stuck in his back. Zybala screams in pain, and struggles for a bit, but goes down. Connor then reaches into the ring and grabs the ten dollars from Mike's hands.

Winner: Mike Zybala

RW: Mike is out cold, and now Connor has the ten dollars!

Connor mouths the words 'now we're even', and starts to head up the ramp.

Match Number Two
Sean Rollins vs. Louis Cypher
( Standard match )

South of Heaven starts as Cypher makes his way to the ring but Sean comes running down and attacks him as he drags him into the ring.

RW: well this is getting started quick.

Sean with a suplex but Cypher is up in a hurry and nails an uppercut followed by a DDT. Then he does a brainbuster. He covers but gets only a 2 count.

JC: Cypher bounced back not even phased.

He then does a top rope elbow and then hits his back to hell! He covers 1…2…3..

RW: And that's all she wrote, Cypher wins!

Winner: Louis Cypher

Match Number Three
Cheeky Joe and Average Mike vs. Twilight and Dane Madson
( Tag Titles match )

Cheeky Joe and Average Mike make their way to the ring.

JC: This match is for the vacant Tag Team titles.

RW: They're vacant?

JC: Apparently.

Dane Madson and Twilight make their way to the ring.

JC: The rookies making the most of their chance to win the Tag title tonight at Turning Point.

The teams meet face to face in the ring, as the referee holds up the SFT Tag Team Titles. The ref walks over to the time keeper, handing him the titles, and giving the sign to ring the bell. The bell rings and the two teams immediately start trading blows. Twilight backs up Mike to the corner with legs and rights as Dane backs up Joe to the opposite corner. Twilight and Dane look back at each other and nod. They then grab their opponents and try to irish whip them into each other. As they run Average Mike ducks as Cheeky Joe leapfrogs over Mike. Joe hits a clothesline on Twilight as Mike spears Dane.

JC: What a move!

RW: How the....what the hell?

Dane rolls outside the ring and the referee tries to push Mike out of the ring. Joe and Twilight are fighting on the mat. Joe hooks on a headlock on Twilight. Twilight quickly pushes Joe to the ropes and pushes him off. Joe rebounds off and hits shoulder to shoulder with Twilight, and goes down hard. Twilight motions to him to do it again. Joe, crazy fuck he is, tries again, and again goes down hard.

JC: What the hell? Why do it a second time?

RW: He's cheeky!

Twilight motions for Joe to try again. Joe nods and hits the ropes again. Twilight tries for a clothesline this time, but Joe rolls under it, and as Twilight turns around to see Joe, Joe is set up and hits a superkick to Twilight's jaw, knocking Twilight down. Joe quickly makes a tag and Mike and Joe pick up Twilight and whip him to the ropes, and proceed to hit a double hip toss. Joe leaves the ring as Mike makes the pin.

1...

2....

Twilight kicks out, groggy from the last few moves done to him. Mike picks up Twilight and whips him to the corner. Mike runs in but gets a boot to the face. Twilight bursts out of the corner with a clothesline, almost knocking Mike's head off. Twilight then crawls to the corner and hits a tag. Dane comes in a goes to work on Mike's face with right hands. Mike fights out of it and kicks Dane square in the face. Mike gets up and runs, hitting a sunset flip on Dane and getting a 1 count. Mike shakes his head in disbelief, and is about to pick up Dane when he's poked in the eye by Dane. Dane hits a quick DDT, and then rolls over to tag Twilight. Dane and Twilight pick up Mike and whip him to the ropes. They do a double hiptoss but catch Mike's Legs, and then set him up for a double powerbomb, and hit it. Joe rushes into the ring but gets a big boot from Dane as Twilight pins.

1...

2...

3...

Winner: Twilight and Dane Madson

JC: OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The rookies have won the tag titles!

RW: HOLY CRAP MY PANTS!!! That was an amazing finish.

JC: Yes. Yes it was.

The referee hands the tag titles to Dane and Twilight, and they raise them high into the air.

Match Number Four
Blood Raven vs. Excidium vs. Allison Johnson
( US Title triple threat match )

Raven, Allison and Excidium are all in the ring already. The bell rings and all three start to battle. Raven with a double clotheline, Allison with a leg sweep. And Excidium with kicks and punches.

RW: Well all three are just consumed in chaos.

From out of the crowd we see Jack Jones jump the barricade, he gets in the ring.

JC: Now what the hell is Jones doing in the ring

Jack superkicks Allison, as Raven turns around he gets DDT’ed, and finally Excidium receives another superkick!

RW: Wow Jones just laid out all three!

Jack stands over all three, he smiles and gets out of the ring and walks away.

JC: Well like all of Jones matches, we are left with no winner…

Winner: No One

Match Five
Aidan Morag vs. Glenn Owen
( Standard match )

Amanda Summers: The following match is scheduled for one-fall... introducing first... from Southwick, England... The British Badd Ass... Glenn Owen!

The Boys are Back in Town by Thin Lizzy hits the PA and out come Glenn Owen. The fans in Kalamazoo cheer for him wildly as he makes his way to the ring. Glenn slides in, and poses on the turnbuckle for the fans.

Amanda Summers: ...and his opponent... from Bronx, New York... Aidan Morag!

The lights dim and a red and green spot lights fly through out the arena. "Number One" By Nelly blasts over the PA. "Never The Less, Always The More" Flashes in huge red lettering on the titan tron before highlights of Aidan's fourteen wins flash slowly on the screen. Aidan Morag walks to the top of the ramp. Aidan Morag stands at the top of the ramp receiving a mixture of boos and cheers. Aidan waits for the noise to quiet down some before he removes the Intercontinental Title from his waist and places it over his free shoulder. Soon after Aidan makes his way ever so confidently to the ring.

Aidan and Glenn circe eachother as the ref calls for the bell...

DING DING DING

Aidan Morag locks up with Glenn Owen as Aidan suplex's Owen to the mat. Aidan runs and bounces off the ropes and does a huge leg drop to Owen's throat. Owen holds his throat in pain. Aidan looks down at Glenn Owen and locks in a chokehold. Aidan then tries to apply a stretcher hold but looses his grip on Owen and Owen rolls Aidan up in a school boy pin.

1... 2...

Kickout!

JC: Glenn showing off some technical expertise there.

Aidan kicks out with authority. Owen and Aidan are standing in the ring and Owen runs over to Aidan attempting a clothesline but Aidan doesn't budge. Owen then runs off the ropes again for another clothesline but again Aidan doesn't budge. Then Owen tries a third time but Aidan catches Owen with a drop kick to the face.

JC: Wow what strength by Aidan.

RW: Yeah but you have to give it to Glenn he just will not let up.

Aidan goes to a turnbuckle and starts to undo the padding as he takes it off and exposes the metal. Owen gets up and Aidan goes to Irish whip Owen into the turnbuckle. Owen reverses in and sends Aidan into the turnbuckle as he screams in pain with his back digging into the metal. Then Owen grabs Aidan's head and bashes his face off the metal. Breaking Aidan's forehead open. Blood starts to gush down Aidan's face as Owen sets Aidan in the turnbuckle for a reverse DDT off the top rope. Owen goes for the pin.

1..... 2....

Kickout!

Glenn is now in full control as he applies an arm lock and puts his knee on Aidans shoulder.

JC: That looks painfull!

Aidan twsits himself around and over Owen's leg and somehow miracously is able to kick Owen away. Aidan is slowly up and Owen is getting up when Aidan superkicks Owen right in the chin.

RW: Oh man! That's a way to chip a tooth!

Aidan staggers forward and covers...

1... 2...

Kickout!

Aidan picks Owen up and hits a stalling vertical suplex. Aidan is climbing the turnbuckles but Owen is up quickly and catches him at the top and superplexes him all the way down. Owen gets up gingerly and you can hear him yell with adreniline. Owen climbs the ropes and flies off with a flying headbutt but Aidan lifts a foot in time and catches Owen right in the face.

RW: Owwwies!

Aidan grabs Owen and hits a suplex followed by a body slam. But Aidan is looking a bit sluggish now as you can see this match has taken a toll on him. Aidan Morag covers him...

1..... 2.....

Kickout!

RW: Looks like Aidan is out of gas now.

JC: Yeah both men are pretty tired, Owen barely half assed got his shoulder up in time on that one.

Both men lay on their back catching their breaths, finally Aidan gets up and hits a leg drop on Owen but Owen rolled out of the way. Owen with a flying clothesline. Aidan is down.

RW: Owen still has a few drops it seems.

Owen with a plancha on Aidan as he stands. Owen covers...

1.... 2....

Kickout!

JC: That was too close to call .

RW: Yeah no kidding these guys are putting on quite the match.

Owen gets up and shakes his head.

RW: They are quickly stealing the show!

Owen locks in a figure 4 leg lock. Aidan is in obvious agony as Owen pulls on the leg and keeps applying pressure. The ref keeps asking Aidan if he wants to give up, Aidan shakes his head no.

RW: He just won't quit!

Aidan screams as sits up and punches Owen in the knee. Aidan continues punching Owen in the knee, which causes more pain for Aidan but finally the hold is broken. Aidan gets up limping, Owen comes running and Aidan jumps with a round house kick as both men go down hard. Slowly both men get up, each give a weak smile towards each other. They sling themselves against the ropes and fly at each other with Lariats and nail each other at the same exact time.

RW: Both men are down!

They lay there next to each other for what seems an eternity. Owen moves a hand, Aidan moves his head, Aidan crawls over to Owen and lays his head and arm on Owen's chest as the ref counts...

1... 2...

Kickout!

JC: My GOD that was close!

Glenn Owen gets to his feet and supports himself on the ropes. Aidan manages to get up, and stand dazed in the ring. Owen hits a Power Chokeslam from nowhere and goes for a pin...

1... 2...

3!!!

JC: It's over! Glenn Owen out of nowhere with the chokeslam!

Winner: Glenn Owen

RW: That was a fantastic match!

Match six
Hardcore Hect vs. Havoc
( Standard match )

RW: Havoc is already in the ring waiting on Hardcore Hect.

JC: Yep he came right in during commercial now here he comes.

(As the sound of "Subconscious" 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 eyes. 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)

RW: Havoc is getting read to charge at Hardcore Hect.

JC: Lets hope he hits him.

(Havoc charges at Hect as the bell rings, but Hect moves and Havoc crashes into the turnbuckle falling backwards but Hect stops him spins him around and hits the Hecty Cutter.)

RW: Shit Havoc might be beat in a one move match, former champion.

JC: Former paper champion, guy couldn’t lace up the boots of old man shadow never mind fight the hardcore one.

(Hect covers Havoc, ONE . . . TWO . . . THRE NO. Havoc gets a shoulder up.)

RW: There is some fight in the boy, he has some balls.

JC: That is all you want to see is balls, balls, balls.

RW: Fuck you, I’m not the Gay Cowboy Jack Jones, who stars in SFT first motion picture Brokeback Towers.

JC: Back to the match, shut up Randy. (Havoc gets pulled up as Hect whips him off the ropes as he comes back Hect goes for a backbody drop but Havoc kicks him in the face shooting Hect up but as Havoc went for a quick flying clothesline Hect ducked in time. Hect picks him up and hits the State of Chaos before covering. ONE . . . TWO . . . THREE!!!!!!)

Winner: Hardcore Hect

JC: The career of Havoc surely took a knock right there.

RW: Havoc got beat with a move called Chaos, think about it Havoc, Chaos they mean the same don’t they?

JC: Shut up Randy, watch as the hardcore one celebrates in the ring over his fallen opponent.

Match Seven
Joe Mokoko vs. Nocturnal
( Intercontinental Championship match )

RW: Nocturnal is the ring awaiting the Legend himself Joe Mokoko.

("Steel Avengers" by Metalium hits the P.A. system and the arena grows dark. The camera pans around the arena and then focuses in on the ramp to see a man sitting high on the StrikeTron. The camera zooms in to see the man is Joe Mokoko. He suddenly looks to the camera and stands up. He leaps off and lands on the hard floor in a crouching position, head bowed. Joe looks up and with blinding speed runs toward the ring and slides in. He jumps on top of the turnbuckle and just stares at the crowd...)

JC: Here it is folks. This match is for the Intercontinental Championship.

The bell sounds and the match is underway. Nocturnal charges in after Joe, Joe ducks a clothesline and begins to unleash lefts and rights to the face of Nocturnal. Joe backs Nocturnal into the corner and grabs his arm. Joe whips Nocturnal across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle and follows him in. Joe hits a full body splash!! Joe backs out as Nocturnal stumbles out of the corner. Joe hooks Nocturnal around the waist and tosses him over his head with a belly to belly suplex! Joe covers…

1… 2..

NO!!

RW: How the hell did he kick out??

Joe makes it to his feet. He is making it back towards Nocturnal as Nocturnal also is making it to his feet. As Joe gets close enough Nocturnal drives his fist into the gut of Joe. Nocturnal gets to his feet and hooks the head of Joe. Nocturnal lifts Joe into the air and drives his head into the mat with a spike DDT!!! Nocturnal covers…

1… 2..

NO!!!

JC: Both men want this title!

Nocturnal begins to climb to his feet, as he does he grabs Joe by the head and brings him with him. Nocturnal backs Joe into the ropes and whips him across the ring, Joe comes back and again ducks a Nocturnal clothesline. Joes comes off the ropes behind Nocturnal and delivers a huge bulldog!! Joe is lying in wait for Nocturnal to get to his feet. Nocturnal gets to his feet and Joe moves in…

RW: We haven’t seen this in some time. Joe is Untouchable!

Joe is unleashing a devastating combo of punches and kicks! He sends Nocturnal crashing back to the mat. Joe head back to the corner and again awaits Nocturnal. Nocturnal makes it to his feet, a bit groggy, Joe moves in and hit his Mokoko K.O!! Joe covers…

1… 2…

3!!

Winner: Joe Mokoko

The camera cuts backstage. Extreme closeup of Havoc's face. He's not happy, in fact, he appears to be quite uncomfortable with his face contorted in a hideous scowl of pain. The camera rotates, showing Havoc horizontally, and pans upwards to display the source of his suffering...a leather boot. To be precise, a leather boot pressing on the side of Havoc's face, compressing it against the floor. Moving upwards, panning the boot. It's a tall boot, black and shiny. Well polished, almost a perfect mirror, in fact, except for a couple of fresh bloodspatters here and there. They end just before the knee, at which point, faded black jeans poke out of the boot. They're well-worn, but not tattered or soiled. Coming up to the waist, they end with a large belt buckle depicting a Sigil of Baphomet. Tucked into the jeans is a pitch black shirt, neither tight nor loose, and cut at the sleeves showing off slightly scarred tree trunks the more anatomically inclined might call arms. The man's neck is no less impressive, leading up to a gaunt, angular chin sporting a goatee over expressionless lips. Nostrils flare, and light glints off a perfectly shaven scalp. The lips curl into a smirk as sky blue eyes glare intently into the camera demanding notice...for he who has conquered before has returned again. A truly forgotten face, the face of...

Paul Philips : Nothing personal, Kolby, old chum. I just thought I owed you one for what you did to my baby.

RW: His baby?

JC: Remember Havoc's ill-fated Holocaust revival?

RW: Jesus...enough said.

Paul Philips: Well, hello, SFT. It's been a while, hasn't it? A lot's happened in my absence. Mr. Shadow's got his little pet project, SFT, into a pickle, and he wants a few choice old-timers to help him bail it out. Sorry to have to tell you this, Shadow, but I'm not your man. I don't dance to anybody's tune but my own. That being said, I don't mind coming back; the opportunity to break a few skulls is simply too enticing for a man of my inclinations to turn down. I've also got some unfinished business that needs tending to. That's none of your concern, though. Your only concern is staying out of the path of this whirlwind of destruction, as whomever or whatever steps in front of me gets stepped on in return. That includes your three letter acronyms SFT, RWA, loyalties, traitors, dramas...garbage. I choose no side but my own. Like poor Havoc here, I tread on anything else.

JC: My god, Paul Phillips... back in SFT?

RW: I can't believe it!

Main Event
Dave Van Dam vs. Connor MacDaddy
( World Title Match)

RW: Ok now it's the main event. Dave Van Dam looks to fulfill the dream of becoming champion.

JC: Yes but Connor's dream of ending the SFT may come to a head tonight...

RW: Do you think we will still have jobs if Connor wins tonight?

JC: That will be up to Mr. MacDaddy.

RW: Mr. Macdaddy? What?

JC: Let's head down to the ring as we prepare for a monumental match....

(The light's in the arena dim and "Changes" by Tupac blares throughout the arena. The fans go nut's and the SFT Hardcore Champion pokes his head out from behind the curtain. The fans again go crazy. Dave has the Hardcore Title thrown over his shoulder as he walks down to the ring with a gigantic smile on his face. He slides under the bottom rope and hops up on the second turnbuckle. He raises the Hardcore Title over his head and pyro in the pattern of DVD shoots off behind him.)

Jonathan Knight: Standing in the ring, weighing in at 207 pounds hailing from Mullica Hill, New Jersey. The Immortal Icon and Hardcore Champion Dave Van Dam.

(Dave prances around in he ring. Then all of the sudden. "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.)

Jonathan Knight: And now, weighing in at 245 pounds hailing from Boston, Massachusetts. The World Heavyweight Champion Connor MacDaddy.

(The ref calls for the bell, and the World Heavyweight Championship match is under way. The two men just stand in their respective corners and smile across at each other. The slowly approach each other and stand nose to nose. The smiles don't vacate either of their faces. After a minute Connor turns away he attempts a punch but Dave is ready for it. He ducks and hit's Connor with a reverse neckbreaker..Dave stays on the offensive as he hops on top and begins to lay punches down on top of him...The ref reaches a 4 and Dave hops off. Connor reaches his feet and has a pissed off look on his face. Dave bounces off the ropes and attempts a lariat....Connor ducks it and bounces off the near rope and hits Dave with a modifyied spear, Dave crumbles to the mat and the fans boo as Connor stands over Dave. Connor picks up Dave and whips him to the ropes he latches on to Dave and sends him flying with a Northern Light's suplex.)

JC: It looks like The Champ has taken early control here in theis

match... RW: Yes he looks extremely confident....

(Dave writes in pain as Connor walks over to him. He slides under the bottom rope. He grabs Dave by the neck and drops an elbow to DVD's exposed neck. DVD crumbles to the floor in pain gasping for air. The ref start's the count as Connor stays on the offensive..He picks up Dave and whips him to steps. Dave goes flying over the steps.)

RW: Connor better be carefull or he may be disqualified.

JC: I'm pretty sure that, that doesn't phase him. He get's to keep the title, and If he destroy's DVD than he accomplished his goal.

RW: That's a good point.

(Connor slides under the bottom rope to break the ref's count. He then makes his way back over to DVD. He picks up an ailing DVD and drops him head first on to the front of the announce table. Dave lays motionless on the floor. Connor laughs...)

RW: He is decimating The Immortal Icon...

JC: This may be the end of SFT as we know it...

(Connor rolls Dave into the ring and walks over to the score keepers table. He grabs 2 steel chairs and throws them into the ring. The ref attempts to clear them out but Connor nails him and sends him to the mat. He pick's up Dave's head and put's a chair under it. He picks the other chair up, and nails Dave DVD with it. Blood begins to pour from the side of DVD's face. The ref reaches his feet and calls for the bell.)

Jonathan Knight: The winner of this match by DQ is Dave Van Dam.

JC: It can't end like this...It just can't.

RW: Dave lays unconscious in the ring....what do you want him to do?

(Connor stands over a limp DVD and laughs as he raises the World Title in the air. The fans boo loudly. Connor slides under the bottom rope, and head's up the ramp way. The paramedics have helped Dave to his feet. He is leaning in the corner as the blood rushes down his face. He ask for a microphone. The pain is evident in his voice.)

DVD: Where you going coward?!? This match isn't over I didn't hear a hand hit the mat three times. As CEO of the SFT I know make this match a no DQ match and it restart's now.

(Connor turns and looks down to a wounded DVD. He smiles and drops the World Title at the top of the ramp, and charges down to the ring.)

RW: Is that a smart move by our CEO? He is bleeding profusly...He really needs medical attention.

JC: Look at him he is laying in the corner...He can't defend himself....This could get ugly...

(Connor reaches the ring and stares down at his bloody opponent. He smiles and kicks Dave in the side of the head. Blood is sent flying every where. Dave waves Connor on and his smile disappears. He picks up Dave and hit's him with the Big Mac. goes for the cover....)

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JC: Oh my God Dave kicked out of the Big Mac.

RW: Connor looks pissed.

(Connor looks pissed as hell...He picks up Dave and attempts to hit the Big Mac again, this time Dave reverses it and hit's Connor with a low blow. The two men lay in the ring both in pain.)

JC: There's the DVD we all know and love...

(Dave is the first to make it to his feet. He picks up the steel chair and throws it towards Connor. He hit's A Vandaminator which sends Connor to the mat.)

RW: How resilient is Dave...

JC: Let's see if he can capitilize.

(Dave crawls over to Connor and throws his arm over him. The ref begins to count.)

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JC: We almost had a new World Champion!!!

RW: That was a close one.

(Dave picks up Connor and throws him against the ropes. Dave ducks his head for a back body drop and is met with a boot to the chest. Connor rushes at Dave attempting a clothsline. Dave ctahces him and hit's him Total Vandamnation!! Dave covers Connor.)

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JW: What an incredible turn of event's. Connor dominated this match!!!

Winner: Dave Van Dam

Amanda Summers: Winner of this match and the NEW SFT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, Dave Van Dam...

Ending

Dave is celebrating in the ring. And Connor MacDaddy gets to the outside. Connor starts throwing a fit. He throws the top of the announce table off and kicks over some chairs. Connor grabs the World Championship.

JC: MacDaddy is furious!

Connor MacDaddy: Cut the music! This is my title! Play my music! Play my music!

RW: I think hes starting to lose his mind!

Connor MacDaddy: I'm the damn owner of this promotion! Play my music! I am reversing the referee's decision! I'm still the champion!

JC: What? He can't do that, he's a poor sport!

Connor MacDaddy: Play my music, god dammit!

"Mack Daddy" by Sir Mix-a-lot plays on the PA and Connor holds the title in the air. Dave Van Dam is in the ring, yelling over the ropes at Connor MacDaddy.

Connor MacDaddy: This is a night of celebration! Right now... everybody in the world is about to witness history! It is time... for the destruction of the Strike Tower!

An image of the Strike Tower comes on the Striketron.

Connor MacDaddy: It's time! Destroy it!

"Shoots and Ladders" by Korn hits the PA and out comes former SFT Owner Shadow!

Shadow: Hold it, Connor! What you fail to realize about SFT... is that we are a public company. Which means we never have a "real" sole owner. Thats why we have a board of directors. You see, if the board of directors sees fit... which they do, unanimously... they can remove an owner from thier position.

The crowd cheers loudly as Connor's plans appear to be foiled.

Shadow: So after an emergency meeting, they have decided that Connor MacDaddy is no longer suitable to be SFT owner!

Connor starts flipping out at ringside.

Shadow: Who's going to take his place? I am!

The crowd cheers massively.

JC: Shadow is back at the helm of SFT... the Strike Tower is saved!

Shadow: My first order of business it to declare that the referees descision in this match will not be changed, and here is your new SFT World Champion... Dave Van Dam!

RW: Oh my god, DVD is World Champion!

Connor MacDaddy: Shadow... you piece of shit! You can't do this to me!

JC: Connor is not a happy man.

Connor MacDaddy: It's okay... you know what? I don't care! I don't care about the ownership anymore! I don't care about the World Title! You know why? It's too late for you, Shadow! It is too late for SFT!... Take a look at the Striketron... look at the Strike Tower! Something is wrong in that picture, isn't there? It is 10:45 pm, Shadow... and the sun is shining the that picture.

Shadow looks confused.

Connor MacDaddy: Apperantly, the laws for a controlled demolishion state you can't do it after a certain time of day... so earlier today... I demolished the Strike Tower!

JC: Oh my god!

Connor MacDaddy: Roll the footage!

Shadow looks at the Strike Tower being destroyed in shock.

Connor MacDaddy: While the board of directors will meeting backstage, I demolished the iconic structure, the foundation of SFT, the house that Mad Dogg and Legion built... I destroyed the SFT Headquarters! And soon... SFT will fall along with it!

We cut back as Shadow is on his knees, watching the cloud of smoke on the StrikeTron, as Connor smiles... and the show fades to black

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