JC: Alrighty ladies and gentlemen lets officially kick this night off with a match!

RW: Hell to the yeah.

JC: Don’t ever say that again.

“Gematria (The Killing Name)” by Slipknot blares throughout the arena to a chorus of subtle boos. Marching out from the backstage area is Kevin Victory. His face scrunched up and angry as he quickly walks down the ramp until he reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. Standing up to his feet he turns towards the entrance ramp and quickly paces back and forth awaiting T.K. Money to show up.

RW: Boy Kevin’s just a pacin’ around in there.

JC: He’s a scary dude.

RW: He looks like a caged lion.

“Gematria (The Killing Name)” by Slipknot quickly fades out and almost immediately gets followed up by “Go Into The Water” by Dethklok. TK walks to the ring loosening his wrists and stretching his neck. Meanwhile on the StrikeTron images of him in his matches are showing and watermarked in them are his accomplishments shown at the tempo of the notes, during the sustained notes the words "SFT Hero" become static for the length of the note. TK slides into the ring and right off the bat Kevin Victory begins stomping on TK’s back as “Go Into The Water” abruptly stops and the bell rings.

JC: Whoa here we go!

RW: Kevin wastes no time kicking this match off.

Kevin Victory continuously stomps on the back of TK Money. He drops to his knees and delivers a forearm to the back of TK’s neck. He flips TK over as Kevin sits over his chest and begins punching him furiously. The ref pulls Kevin off of TK and backs him up much to Victory’s dismay. TK sits up and leans back against the ropes and checks his head for blood. Kevin pushes the ref out of the way and starts walking towards TK when suddenly he notices Twilight running down the ramp.

JC: What the . . .

RW: What’s he doing coming out here?

Twilight stops just short of entering the ring and holds up his hands smiling. Kevin Victory leans over the top rope pointing at Twilight and begins yelling at him to stay out of this. Just then out of nowhere TK Money slides his arm in between Victory’s legs and rolls him up into a schoolboy.

One . . . Two . . . Three . . . !!!

JC: What?! He got him!

RW: Victory can’t believe it!

“Go Into The Water” by Dethklok starts up again as TK leaps off of Victory after the pinfall and slides out of the ring to join with Twilight as Twilight raises his hand into the air. Kevin sits up on his knees with his hands on his head and eyes wide open as he looks on.

JC: Man oh man.

RW: Quick little match, but exciting none the less.

The crowd sit expectantly in their seats as the first murmurings of 'Head like a Hole' start to play out into the arena, strobe lights start to strafe the arena as they seek the illusive Myris. As the heavy line kicks in Myris emerges from one of the emergency exits in the crowd accompanied by a few of the security staff to keep the hateful crowd at bay. Myris makes his way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, he stands up, removes his shirt and throws it at the referee before standing on the second turnbuckle - a picture of focused tranquility amongst the seething boos from a disapproving crowd.

"Ten Thousand Fists" by Disturbed plays and the crowd goes wild as Mike Zybala comes out through the crowd. He makes his way down the aisles, dancing with a few fans here and there. It's a strange entrance for a strange man, but it is the one that leads him over the guardrail and into the ring.

Chimpo the Chimp: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...

Fans: One fall!

Chimpo the Chimp: With a thirty nine minute time limit. This match will be contested under Strike Fantasy Towers law and is for the coveted Strike Fantasy Towers World Television Championship. In the corner to my right...he is the challenger tonight... weighing in at an astounding 147 and 3/4 pounds... The Come Back Kid... MIKE ZYBALA!

The fans go wild once again.

Chimpo the Chimp: And in the corner to my right... he is the current, reigning, and defending Strike Fantasy Towers World Television Champion... he weighs in tonight at 224 and 7/8 pounds... MYRIS!

The fans verbally shit on Myris, then start throwing trash at him.

RW: Wow, these fans really don't like Myris.

JC: I thought throwing garbage was normal here in Texas.

As they continue to throw trash, Zybala leaves the ring and looks underneath. He then pulls out a push broom and tosses it into the ring, then follows and starts sweeping it out of the ring. Myris claps for him the entire time.

RW: Looks like he's trying to take Kabal's old job.

Once the trash is cleared from the ring, the referee takes the Television Championship from Myris and holds it up in the air. He shows it to all three sides of the crowd and then hands it to the time keeper, then calls for the opening bell. Myris and Zybala then lock eyes and create a great atmosphere of suspence that starts to bore the referee. He yawns and Myris breaks his concentration on his way to yell at the referee. Once he is done belittling the referee, Myris charges at Zybala and takes him down. The two battle starved warriors roll around on the ground, punching and tearing at each other. The champ gains the upper hand and ends up on top, giving him the opportunity to gouge Mike's eyes. Myris stands up and is soon followed by Mike, who is rubbing his eyes. Myris hits the ropes and hits a spinning heel kick on the challenger. The fans show their lack of appreciation for the champ as they throw words of hatred at him, but he ignores them as always. Myris stalks for a moment, waiting for his prey to get to his feet. Myris walks towards him and Zybala gets in a straight punch to the champ's face. Zybala gets halfway up and the other half is used to spear Myris straight down to the mat. Zybala climbs on top of Myris, digging his thumbs in the champ's throat. The referee makes it to four before he pulls Zybala off of Myris.

JC: He was choking the champ!

RW: That's what I call a receipt.

Both men get up, Myris rubbing his sore throat. Zybala charges at the champ, enraged and with intent on taking Myris out. The champ gets in a drop toe hold to Zybala, causing his head to slam into the middle turnbuckle. Myris drags him up and lifts him up. Zybala drops down and pushes Myris into the ropes, where he rebounds and goes under as Zybala jumps over. Zybala then drops down and follows Myris as he keeps running the ropes. Finally, Zybala rolls out of the way and smiles as Myris keeps running the ropes, thinking Zybala is underneath him the whole time. Finally, Myris realizes his error and stops running. Zybala gets to his feet and approaches as Myris catches his breath. He grabs Myris' shoulders, but the champ knees the challenger in the gut. He them lifts Zybala up in a gorilla press and lifts him up and down a few times, showing his power, then tosses Zybala over the top rope, sending the challenger crashing onto the floor outside of the ring. Myris slides out of the ring, standing over his smaller adversary. Zybala throws a punch at the champ's groin and trips him, sending him face first into the ringsteps. Zybala staggers to his feet and grabs a chair. He goes to swing it at Myris, but the referee yells at him to stop. Zybala fights temptation and slides back into the ring, then tells the referee to start the ten count.

ONE... TWO... THREE... The champ starts to stir, but his head is pretty banged up. FOUR... FIVE... SIX... He is leaning up against the ring, briefly shaking off the pain. SEVEn... EIGHT... he rolls under the bottom rope and is back in the action just in time. Myris manages to get to his feet and stand in the corner, facing away from Zybala. When Myris turns around, Zybala runs and hits a thru-the-ropes turnbuckle clothesline on Myris, which sends the champion to the mat on his back. Zybala then ascends the turnbuckle and hits a perfectly executed shooting star press. The fans go wild as the referee goes to make the three count...

Referee: One... two... rope break!

JC: He did indeed have the rope.

RW: Good call.

Zybala gets up and lays a boot into Myris' chest right quick before he goes to the ropes to catch his breath. He starts to climb again and Myris is back up, walking towards his challenger. As Zybala dives in midair for a moonsault, Myris catches his head in midair and delivers a vicious ace crusher right in the middle of the ring! Both men are now down, exhausted from the brutal contest between these muscle-clad titans. Myris shows first signs of life, using the ropes for leverage to get to his feet as his challenger is still down. Myris manages to get the strength to run to the ropes and come back with a cannonball onto Zybala's torso. Myris goes for the pin...

Referee: One... two... kick out!

Myris rolls onto his back and is visibly frustrated. Both men manage to get to their feet at the same time, observing one another. Zybala catches Myris off guard with a clothesline that sends both combatants over the top rope to the outside, but both land on the apron. Myris gets to his feet and pulls Zybala up, then forearms his face twice. Zybala backs up and Myris charges at him, allowing Zybala to catch him with a nice belly-to-belly suplex to the outside of the ring! Both men lie motionless on the outside for only a moment when they both start moving. Zybala gets to his feet as Myris pulls himself into the ring. Zybala soon folows and ducks out of the way when Myris goes for a kick to the head, allowing him to go behind Myris and hit an impressive release German suplex! Both men recover again and Zybala sets Myris up for a Mind Eraser, but Myris blocks the move and pushes him back. Zybala trips and lands on one knee, allowing Myris to hit the Stand Off. This kick knocks down the challenger, possibly for good this time...

JC: He goes for the cover!

Referee: One... two... three!

Winner: Myris

The bell sounds and 'Head Like a Hole' starts to play again. The fans give a mixed reaction this time as the referee hands Myris the Television Championship.

"Seizure of Power" begins to play over the sound system as the lade die down and spotlight hit the top of the aisle. A few moments pass before Mikheil Jarvis walks out on to the top of the aisle with the Tag Team Championship around his waist. He walks with purpose down the ramp as the crowd show their discontent with him. He walks up the stairs in a deliberate manner, stepping through the ropes before walking to the center of the ring facing the hard camera and spreading his arms out to his side and looking up towards the sky as he soaks in the crowds response.

JC: That's a pretty focused entrance to the ring by the mysterious, enigmatic Mikheil Jarvis.

RW: He sure keeps his mind on the task at hand, doesn't he?

"NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE ANGER!" The lights flicker, then go out as "In The Face Of Anger" by Shattersphere blares through the arena.

JC: And here comes the angry youngster.

RW: The 23 year old Josh Konnely has certainly turned a lot of heads here in SFT. Let's see if he can take another big step up here tonight.

A yellow light illuminates the stage area as two rockets of pyro fly from the far side of the arena to explode on the stage. Josh Konnely steps out into the smoke left by the exploding pyro, and raises his arms as the crowd boos. With his fists clenched and a scowl on his face, Konnely walks down the aisle to ringside. He runs up the steps, walks to the center of the apron, and climbs through the ropes into the ring. There he stretches against the ropes before heading to the second turnbuckle to taunt to the crowd. He gestures around his waist, indicating the Intercontinental Championship match that is on the line here in this match. He steps down and turns his eyes to his masked adversary.

JC: You know, it's pretty disconcerting when this young man comes out to the ring. I get chills every time.

RW: It's like Halloween come early, is it not?

JC: Well, we do have the masked man Jarvis and the somewhat haunted features of the cold and bitter Konnely. These two enigmatic and fearsome superstars certainly do go with the theme of holiday and our Hallowed Ground pay-per-view.

RW: Maybe these are the guys SFT had in mind with the Prayers For The Damned subtitle. They've certainly been open about their horrifying pasts.

The bell sounds as the referee finishes giving the two competitors the pre-match rundown. Konnely moves quickly and initiates the opening grapple, but Jarvis uses his slight size advantage to back the small statured rookie into the corner. Jarvis waits for the referee's four count before stepping back and letting Konnely out of the corner. Mikheil backs away and allows Josh to step forward from the corner. Konnely comes out of the corner and catches Jarvis with a right hand, followed by another, and a third.

JC: Mikheil gave the clean break, but Josh is taking advantage here.

RW: The series of hard rights has staggered Jarvis, and Konnely now sends Jarvis to the corner with an Irish whip!

Konnely follows Jarvis into the corner, connecting with a hard clothesline and then whipping Mikheil to the other side. Again Konnely runs at Jarvis and clobbers him with a clothesline in the corner, this time following up the corner clothesine with a headlock bulldog.

JC: Quick bulldog by Konnely, who finds himself in the driver's seat early.

RW: The aggressiveness of Josh Konnely is tough to counteract, partner. He's vicious. Jarvis rolls onto his back and Konnely mounts him, raining down right hands with everything he's got. The referee counts five and then tries to physically pull Josh off the tag champ, but Konnely pushes him off and punches Jarvis one more time before finally standing up. The referee verbally warns and reprimands Konnely for not obeying the five count and shoving him, but does not call for the bell.

JC: Konnely could have gotten himself disqualified, but it looks as though our referee in this contest is going to let a little bit slide.

RW: Well, we all know how much this match means not only to the participants, but also to the SFT. I say let 'em go at it!

As Konnely allows Jarvis to get back to his feet, Nirvana and Lucretia Black are seen making their way down the aisle to ringside. Jarvis stands up, and Konnely quickly kicks him in the gut. He grabs Jarvis and hits a snap suplex, floating into a pin. Jarvis kicks out at one, and Konnely looks quizzically and suspiciously out at Nirvana.

JC: Konnely distracted now by the arrival of Nirvana and Lucretia. What are they doing out here?

RW: Well, if you remember, they had invited Josh Konnely to join their family as a member of The Holocaust. So while the pair is not presently active, I'm guessing they're out here to inspect their potential recruit. Josh appears to distrust them, though, as he's taking on The Holocaust's own Mikheil Jarvis.

Josh turns his attention to laying a couple more right hands into the masked head of Jarvis as he tries to pull himself back to his feet. Konnely runs to the ropes as Jarvis struggles up, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker. He covers again, this time getting a two count.

JC: Jarvis needs to get something going here soon, or he'll be on the losing end of this matchup.

RW: You're right, he hasn't had any kind of real offense yet in this contest.

Konnely stomps the fallen Jarvis, but when he tries to do so a second time, Mikheil catches his foot. Jarvis gets to his feet, holding the foot of Konnely, and puts him down with a dragon screw that sends Josh flying through the air to the mat. Immediately Jarvis grabs the legs of the fallen Konnely and locks him in a Texas cloverleaf.

JC: Jarvis targeting those legs of Konnely with that cloverleaf after the dragon screw! He could have him here!

RW: We just mentioned that Jarvis hadn't had any offense in the match, but this may be all the offense that he needs! If he can get Konnely to tap, he'll get the Intercontinental Championship shot!

Konnely struggles in the hold and manages to yank his left leg free of the grasp of Jarvis. Mikheil maintains a version of a single leg crab, keeping the pressure on the right leg of Konnely. Josh begins kicking his left leg into the backside of Jarvis, finally landing a kick to the back of Mikheil's knee that sends Jarvis crumpling to the mat.

JC: Creative escape from the Texas cloverleaf by Konnely! He got his one leg free and used it to kick Jarvis off himself!

RW: And not a moment to soon! Konnely and Jarvis both get to their feet. Konnely attempts a left footed kick to the midsection, but Jarvis catches the foot. Josh hops up and down on his right foot, and goes for and enziguiri. Jarvis ducks the kick, and Konnely lands on his right foot with his back to Jarvis. Mikheil sweeps the right leg out from under Josh, sending him down to the mat face first. Jarvis quickly grabs Konnely's legs and puts him right back in the Texas cloverleaf. This time Konnely begins pulling himself toward the ropes.

JC: The cloverleaf locked in again! Can Konnely find his way out of it a second time?!

RW: He'd better hope so!

After about thirty seconds, Josh gets himself close enough to the ropes that he is able to reach out and grab the bottom rope. Jarvis allows the referee to make the four count before releasing the submission hold. Jarvis stays on the offense, delivering a clubbing forearm to the head as Konnely tries to stand up. He whirls him around delivers a bulldog.

JC: Jarvis with a bulldog!

RW: A little retaliation from earlier!

He immediately pulls Konnely up and hits a DDT. He covers. 1... 2...

Konnely kicks out!

Konnely rolls to his stomach, but Jarvis immediately grabs his arm and locks him in a Fujiwara armbar. Josh quickly drags himself to the ropes, forcing a break. Again Jarvis utilizes the four count before relinquishing the hold. Konnely gets up and is met with a dropkick that sends him out of the ring.

1..... 2..... 3..... 4..... Konnely uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet 5..... Jarvis runs toward Konnely and hits a baseball slide that sends him hard into the security rail back first. 6..... 7..... realizing the urgency, Konnely musters up the strength to run into the ring. Jarvis goes to pull him to his feet, but Konnely grabs an arm and locks in a triangle choke.

JC: WHOA! Konnely out of nowhere slaps that triangle choke on Jarvis!

RW: Can he get him here?!

Jarvis thrashes about as Konnely attempts to choke the life out of him, but Mikheil keeps his head about him. He reaches out his free arm and grabs hold of the middle rope, forcing a break. This time it is Konnely's turn to use the count to four from the referee before breaking a submission hold.

JC: We haven't seen a lot of striking or grappling offense in this match, just a lot of submission holds, and that one almost got Konnely a victory!

RW: These two guys both well versed in submissions. They know how to apply 'em, but they also know how to get out of 'em.

Jarvis crumples to the mat lifeless when Konnely finally releases his choke. Josh attacks with a stomp to the back before pulling Jarvis to his feet. Konnely whips Jarvis to the ropes, but Mikheil comes back with a leg lariat that sends Josh to the mat. Konnely gets back up and Jarvis goes for a clothesline, but Josh ducks under and drops Mikheil with an inverted backbreaker. He covers.

1... 2...

Jarvis kicks out again.

JC: Another near fall by Konnely.

RW: These guys keep going back and forth. How will one man keep the other down?

Konnely brings Jarvis to his feet, but Mikheil pushes Josh to the ropes and nails a spinning heel kick on the return. Quickly he steps through the ropes out to the ring apron, from where he hits his Springboard Shooting Star Press.

JC: OH MY GOD! WHAT A MOVE!

RW: That might do it! That might just answer my question! 1...

2... Konnely kicks out!

JC: How'd he do that?!

RW: Konnely just able to kick out of that massive shooting star by Jarvis!

Jarvis pulls Konnely to his feet. He sets him for the Swinging Reverse STO, but Konnely counters out and floors Jarvis with a very hard running clothesline, lunging his entire body weight at his opponent. Josh quickly pulls Mikheil to his feet and hits him with the Konntempt!

JC: The Konntempt! Skull rattling DDT by Konnely!

RW: Will that be enough?! Konnely into a cover! 1... 2...

Jarvis gets a shoulder up!

JC: No!

RW: Man oh man! This match has been explosive from the opening bell! Not a lot of moves exchanged, but a lot of big moves! Apparently these two aren't being paid by the hour, they're going right at one another with everything they've got!

Jarvis struggles to his feet, and Konnely immediately kicks him in the gut. He hits the Konntract Kill, which unfortunately for him sends Jarvis staggering back into the corner. Konnely runs at Jarvis and attempts a leaping splash in the corner, but Mikheil steps out of the way. Josh hits the top turnbuckle hard, chest first. Jarvis runs at Konnely in the corner as he turns around, and connects with the Silence. He goes for a pin.

1... 2... NO!

JC: Good Lord! Konnely just kicked out of Jarvis' finisher! What is it going to take to win this thing?

RW: Someone getting hit by a tractor trailer? An anvil dropping on someone's head? I have no idea! Konnely rolls onto his back after the kick out. Jarvis takes advantage of the positioning to grab his arms and lock him in the Tranquility.

JC: Oh no! Not the Tranquility! There's no way he can get out of this!

RW: You may be right! This might be the end!

The referee asks Konnely if he wants to submit, but Josh shakes his head 'no.' He begins to stomp his foot in an effort to muster strength and possibly crowd support to get out of it. Seconds pass with no change in the situation. Jarvis begins to physically strain, fighting just to maintain the bridge as his back and legs threaten to give out. Soon Konnely falls motionless under the pressure of Jarvis' submission hold and the referee tries to ask again if Konnely wants to submit. This time Josh does not respond either way, and the referee calls for the bell.

JC: What?!

RW: It looks like Jarvis gets the win! What a brutal match! Konnely refused to give up, but appears to have passed out in the Tranquility. I guess he's just been Tranquilized!

JC: What a fight this was! They held nothing back and just ravaged each other from start to finish with one big move after another!

RW: I didn't think it would ever end, either! Neither man would stay down! But Mikheil Jarvis finally gets the win, temporarily halting the meteoric rise of young Josh Konnely!

JC: But a young man who has already garnered World Championship talk, I don't think Josh Konnely is going away anytime soon!

Jarvis stands up and the referee raises his hand. He gestures around his waist with the other hand. Pulling his hand away from the referee, Mikheil turns his attention back to Josh.

RW: Now what? Wasn't this match physical enough?

Jarvis grabs Konnely around the shoulders and neck and pulls him to his feet. Mikheil shakes Josh, and lightly slaps his face.

JC: It looks like Jarvis is trying to revive Konnely?

RW: What's that about?

Jarvis says something to Konnely, and Josh nods his head in acknowledgement. Jarvis lets go of Konnely, who staggers a moment, but stays on his feet. Mikheil extends a hand to Josh, who looks at him with a hint of distrust, but finally takes the hand.

JC: A handshake extended by Jarvis to Konnely and taken. Good sportsmanship after these two beat the living daylights out of each other.

RW: And Nirvana's applauding out at ringside. He and Lucretia appear to have liked what they've seen out here.

JC: It sounds like these fans liked it, too. They're showing their appreciation for an awesome match.

RW: It was a fight all the way through, but again, Mikheil Jarvis gets the win. He really had to battle for this one, though.

The noise coming from the crowd slowly begins to dwindle out when suddenly the opening for "Tom Sawyer" by Rush begins to play throughout the arenas speakers. The entire crowd stands up and lays in a heavy smatter of boos, though a cheer here and there remains for Radiant as we see them turn towards the stage awaiting his arrival. We cut to the stage as we see Radiant step through the curtains with a sadistic half smile on his face and begins to head down the ramp. He carelessly walks by the fans making his way down the ramp ignoring the few hands that extend for 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 simply leans back against it with both arms spread out over the ropes. Radiant looks around the arena at people in the crowd just buying some time to emit his confidence. "Tom Sawyer" by Rush quickly fades out.

"Basket Case" by Green Day hits the loudspeakers, and Twilight makes his way out to the stage. An aggressive Radiant rushes out of the ring and charges his challenger, meeting him with a rush of right hands. He leads Twilight down the aisle by the back of the head, and drives his head into the ring apron.

JC: Radiant jumping the opening gun on this matchup, and taking the early advantage with a physical assault here.

RW: The Rad Man doesn't want to give Twilight any opportunity to take the Intercontinental Championship from him tonight.

Radiant rolls Twilight into the ring and slides in behind him. Rad quickly grabs Twilight and puts him back on the mat with a falling scoop slam. He follows that up with a hard snap suplex, covering for a one count. Twilight gets to his feet and Radiant puts him right back down with a dropkick to the face.

JC: Man, we're seeing pretty much the entire arsenal from Radiant here in a quick flurry.

RW: Can Twilight weather the storm? I haven't seen Radiant this fired up in a long time.

Twilight is up again and walks into an inverted atomic drop, followed up by a hard clothesline. Radiant covers again.

1... 2... Twilight kicks out.

Radiant stands up and stomps on Twilight before he can get back to his feet, pulls him up, and hits a tiger suplex.

JC: Full nelson suplex by Radiant!

RW: Bridged into another pin!

1... 2...

Twilight rolls out of the bridge to break the count. He stands up quickly and catches Radiant with an arm drag as he gets to his feet. He attempts to follow that up with a hip toss, but Radiant blocks and puts Twilight down with a hip toss of his own.

JC: I thought Twilight was going to get some offense in there, but it's not to be on that exchange.

RW: Radiant just relentless here tonight.

Twilight gets up and tries to clothesline Radiant. The champion ducks underneath and catches the challenger with a neckbreaker. Holding his neck, Twilight tries to roll away from Radiant. Staying aggressive, Radiant stomps Twilight in the back and follows that with an elbow drop across the exposed back. Rad goes to pull Twilight to his feet, and the now desperate challenger rakes the eyes of the champion.

JC: Oh! Rake of the eyes by Twilight!

RW: He had to stop Radiant's attack somehow!

Twilight goes for a clothesline again, but Radiant ducks the attempt again. This time the referee is in the wrong place at the wrong time, and gets knocked down by the missed clothesline attempt. Twilight gets to his feet and goes to kick Radiant in the midsection. Radiant catches the foot and spins Twilight around. Rad tries to kick the challenger in the gut, and Twilight catches the boot himself. The challenger spins the champion around, but Radiant turns it into the In Bloom.

JC: IN BLOOM!

RW: What a kick to the face! Twilight may be knocked out!

Radiant positions Twilight and heads to the top rope.

JC: Radiant going up top! He may be looking for the Salt In A Wound!

RW: That would certainly put a quick end to this match!

Just as Radiant is positioning himself on the top rope and looking to jump off, T.K. Money runs down the ramp. Radiant sees him at the last moment, but Money is able to hop onto the apron and push Rad off the top rope. Radiant crashes to the mat chest first, his head smacking into the back of Twilight who rolled to his stomach at the last second.

JC: Damn it! T.K. Money pushes Radiant off the top rope!

RW: Don't tell me the Intercontinental Championship is going to change hands like this!

Radiant clutches his gut, trying to catch his breath. Twilight pushes himself to his feet and stalks around behind Radiant. Rad struggles to his feet, and Twilight grabs him from behind.

JC: DARKEST LIGHTS!

RW: No! I can't believe this is going to happen!

Twilight covers. The referee is slow to crawl over and make the count, but finally gets into position.

1..... 2..... 3!

JC: Well folks it has finally come down to our final two matches of the night!

RW: That’s right! We finish off the night with Kyle Murphy versus Rayn and then Reno Destiny defends against Dameon!

JC: Then it’s off to the bar a couple blocks over for the Halloween wet t-shirt contest!

RW: Got to love Dallas!

"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits the loudspeakers and green and gold pyro erupt at the stage area. Kyle Murphy walks out, with Fireball at his side. He and Fireball walk down the ramp. At ringside Kyle leaps to the top of the steps, then walks to the middle of the apron before stepping into the ring. Going to one corner, he climbs to the second rope and raises his arms over his head. The crowd continues to roar, and Murphy steps down off the second rope. He holds up his right arm then gets ready to compete.

JC: There he is, former world champion Kyle Murphy looking to gain a shot at the title once again as well as pick up the Flesh and Bone championship!

The lights around the arena all go off along with the SFT-tron fading to darkness. After a few moments of nothing, the green and white strobe lights begin to go off around the entrance underneath the SFT-tron as three green searchlights start to circle around the arena.

Some kind of evidence, Some kind of reason, Why I can't find a way, To begin my life

Rayn walks out from the entrance with the flesh and bone championship around his waist, standing right above the green and white strobes going off around the entrance as the rest of the arena stays dark except for the green search lights. He looks downwards for a moment, before looking up towards the ring.

Somewhere in this dying day, If I can only find a way for my escape, I find it hard to concentrate with all my past mistakes, TO BEGIN MY LIFE!

A spotlight shines down on him as he starts to walk down the ramp way. He gets to the ring, before pausing for a moment looking around the arena. He then walks over to the stairs and steps up them slowly, before walking across the ring apron and coming to the turnbuckle. He climbs up to the second, then raises his right arm up above his head for a moment. He lowers his arm before dropping down to the apron, and climbing into the ring between the ropes. Rayn walks across the ring, to the opposite turnbuckle. He steps up on the second rope, looking out at the crowd as he raises his right arm into the air again. He holds this pose for a moment, before lowering his arm and hoping down off the ropes.

RW: Long Entrances provided to you tonight by Starburst!

JC: I don’t recall them sponsoring the show.

RW: They aren’t, I just want free starbursts.

JC: Wonder if that works with just yelling out hookers names.

Back in the ring the two competitors stand ready in wait as the bell is signaled by the referee. The two of them begin to circle the ring at a light pace as Kyle begins clapping his hands over and over getting the crowd in to the match. The two of them take a moment to stop and size one another up before running straight at one another and locking up in a collar and elbow tie up!

RW: These two have both held the world title, Kyle Murphy with the edge in number of reigns.

JC: Somehow I see a joke in Reigns and you saying edge.

RW: Why?

JC: Don’t know just something about Rayn reminds me of this other guy I saw years ago in some indy federation.

Back in the ring, Rayn has taken over the match as he has Kyle in side headlock. He holds on tightly with both hands as he wrenches on the neck of Kyle. Kyle back steps to the ropes and uses them to shove off Rayn. Rayn goes to the ropes and on the return runs in to Kyle Murphy who with the size and weight advantage takes Rayn down with a shoulder tackle. Rayn look sup to Murphy as Kyle runs the ropes now, Rayn floats over and Murphy jumps over him running to the other side. Rayn jumps up to his feet and as Kyle comes back Rayn side steps Kyle who was looking for a take down and hits him with a stick uppercut to the Jaw stopping Kyle in his tracks as he just looks up to the sky.

RW: What an Uppercut!

Rayn goes on the offensive and begins to bring down fist after fist on the side of Kyle’s skull. He backs Kyle up to the turnbuckles and gets in a few more shots as the referee begins the five count. The referee gets to four and Rayn stops the attack backing out of the corner. Rayn lets the clean break happening surprisingly as he goes back to Kyle and grabs his arm. He uses his weight and forces Kyle to go to the other side of the ring. Kyle crashes back first in the to the padded turnbuckles as Rayn follows up and runs straight for Kyle! Rayn jumps in the air looking for a quick splash but Kyle runs out of the corner down the ropes and Rayn hits nothing but turnbuckle! Rayn stumbles out of the corner clutching his chest as Kyle bounces off the far ropes and hits Rayn with a quick clothesline.

JC: Mistake made by Rayn here in the early going.

Kyle picks up Rayn so that he’s in a standing position and wraps up Rayn so that he has him in position for the suplex. Kyle picks up Rayn and brings him perfectly vertical in the stalling suplex. Kyle reaches out with one hand and signals for the crowd to cheer a bit more.

RW: Look at the power of old Murphy, proving he’s still got the strength advantage.

JC: Nobody ever takes him lightly, he has proven he can still get it done after all these years.

Rayn shifts his weight and is able to fall behind Kyle. He lands on his feet and he pushes Murphy with both hands to the ropes. Kyle hits the ropes chest first and bounces back in to Rayn who hits him with a forearm to the lower back! Kyle goes down to a single knee as Rayn picks him up to his feet and again throws him to the ropes! Kyle comes back on the return an is thrown up in the air and over with a back body drop!

RW: Rare we see the back body drop now a days.

JC: Damn kids and their high flying moves!

RW: Wonder when these guys will realize this match can use weapons?

With that, you would think it was scripted! Rayn looks down at the fallen Murphy and rushes outside of the ring and begins to search underneath the apron!

JC: You planned that didn’t you?

RW: Yep.

Rayn begins to pull out a ton of different weapons. He first pulls out a table which he slides in to the ring as well as a ladder.

JC: I can’t put my finger on it but watching him do this reminds me more of that guy in that indy fed all those years ago that I saw.

Rayn throws in a trashcan full of miscellaneous items over the top rope and slides back in to the ring. Rayn gets to his feet and walks over to the trashcan that has item after item just falling out of the top of it. He picks up a Singapore cane and walks over to Murphy who is up to his knees at the moment holding his back and Rayn whacks him right across the small of the back again!

JC: Rayn has been focused on the small of the back tonight!

RW: Reiteration of what was just said!

Kyle quickly gets up and begins to walk off the pain holding his back as he winces in pain. He goes over to a turnbuckle and lowers his head and rests down on it as his back feels on fire showing a bright shade of red at the moment. Rayn throws down the Kendo stick and walks over with the trash can and just lays out Kyle with a shot to the head. The referee checks on Kyle as Rayn walks over to the table and begins to set it up on it’s legs.

JC: Besides a small flurry it seems Rayn is rather in control at the moment.

Kyle begins to move again and crawls over to the weapons that were thrown out of the trash can. He looks around and finds one he seems to like. It gets up and with the weapon in hand he walks up behind Rayn as he’s finishing setting up the table. Rayn turns around and Kyle cracks Rayn over the head with it!

RW: Kyle Murphy just cracked Rayn over the head with a piece of house rain gutters!

JC: Interesting decision on weaponry tonight. Apparently we had somebody creative in the back.

Rayn goes to the ground holding his head as the rain gutter sits there folded in half in Kyle’s hand. The former world champion in Murphy brings the gutters up again and drops it back down across the chest and back of Rayn before it’s pretty much useless. Kyle walks over to the ladder as he throws the gutter away and picks up the ladder. He walks over to Rayn who is down at the moment and Kyle without any real finesse just throws the ladder down on top of Rayn!

RW: Ouch!

JC: That did not look kosher.

RW: What type of commentary is this tonight?!

Kyle picks up the ladder and smashes it down on Rayn three more times before he walks behind the table and starts to set up the ladder. Rayn rolls across the ring and picks up a small chain from the trashcan. He has the sense to wrap it around his right fist as he waits for Kyle to finish setting up the ladder. Kyle begins to walk over to Rayn after getting the ladder set up next to the table and goes to pick up Rayn by the hair. Then Rayn just lays Kyle in the gut with a straight right to the gut with the chain wrapped around his fist!

RW: Chain gang in the house!

JC: Wrong character base!

RW: Woops

Rayn unwraps the chain and wraps it around Kyle’s neck for a moment choking the poor man from Connecticut! Rayn lets go after about forty seconds of choking Kyle and then brings the chain up and then whacks him across the small of the back like a whip with the chain! Kyle goes in to nothing but pain as he holds his back once again.

RW: Rayn has had a plan for this the entire match and has held off Kyle’s momentum after each time he gets a little bit of it going.

JC: It just takes three seconds! That’s all Kyle needs!

RW: That’s what Fireball told him last night in the hotel!

JC: You make no sense!

Rayn walks over to the aluminum trash can and places it over the top of Kyle’s upper body! He walks Kyle over to the table and with one last kick to the exposed gut puts Kyle on the table with the trashcan over his upper torso.

RW: This doesn’t look good for Kyle!

JC: That chain had a huge effect here in the later moments.

Rayn begins to climb the ladder as the crowd cheers and Kyle lays there on the table with a trashcan over his head and shoulders. Rayn looks out to the crowd for a moment before a sick smirk comes across his face, suddenly we see Mike Zybala jump out of the crowd!

RW: What the hell is Mikey doing? He gets up on the ring and Rayn hasnt seen him, Zybala pushes Rayn off the turnbuckle and Rayn falls off the ladder towards the table and Kyle! Kyle somehow rolls away in time and off the table towards the ladder an all Rayn hits is as the crowd yells and screams is the table! Rayn crashes through the table with the acid drop but never touches Murphy!

RW: Rayn went for the acid drop but Kyle Murphy moved out of the way!

JC: I think Murphy used the crowd’s cheers as a way to tell when Rayn jumped off the ladder!

RW: That is ingenious if he really did that!

Murphy stands up with the trash can around his head and body and is able to push the can off his head. He stands there for a moment in shock as he looks at Rayn laid out in the ring through the table. Murphy looks around with a weird smile and walks towards Rayn still holding the trashcan. Murphy puts the trashcan back on himself! He then jumps up and splashes Rayn with the trashcan around his own body!

RW: What an awkward move to hit!

JC: Murphy is a bit psycho at times, he says he’s sane but I question it at times.

Murphy then stands up again and takes off the trashcan as Rayn lays there holding his chest from the splash. Murphy then puts Rayn in the trashcan on his back and walks over to the weapons and finds a baseball bat!

JC: Murphy is a known sports fan…

RW: You’d figure that since he’s in a sport!

JC: Good call.

Murphy checks the bat out as he holds it up to the crowd who cheer and Murphy drives the bat down on the trashcan that has Rayn encapsulated! He brings the bat down so much that the trashcan almost form fits to the body of Rayn! Kyle throws the baseball bat away and covers Rayn as the referee comes in to make the count as Rayn is kicking his feet but his upper body is stuck in the trashcan unable to do anything!

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JC: Kyle Murphy wins it!