 Strike Fantasy Towers X - Anniversary Show With John Cartwright and Randy White 05/25/08 Sunday Night 8:00pm Live From TD Banknorth Garden in Boston, Mass Hell Yeah appears on the stage above and to the right of the ring, showing clips from SFT's 10 year history on all the TVs and screens over the arena...
02/02/02 - Mad Dogg becoming the first Undisputed World Champion defeating Fireball, Ian Wynn, The ICON, and Torment in the first Lethal Lottery Finals.
03/31/02 - Shadow versus Legion at Everything Ends and Legion dying.
04/28/02 - Sidewinder wins #1 contender to World Title winning a huge 30 man rumble featuring names such as Sorik, Evan Corbyn, Exterminator, Christian Cage, Incubus, and Ace.
09/29/02 - Order defeats Chaos at Holy Wars 2; Dave Steel, Mad Dogg, & Ace survive
11/24/02 - At November Reign: 6 Feet Under Damion Xavier becomes 1/3 Owner of SFT along with Shadow and Anthony Jesus
12/29/02 - At Everything Ends SFT vs. ICW and SFT wins when Dave Steel and Glenn Owen fight for the company and force Damion Xavier to sign papers no longer making him third Owner
01/26/03 - After stalking Mad Dogg for a month secretly, fellow Regulator Ace reveals himself and challenges Mad Dogg
08/08/03 - Brandi James defeats Aj Nin Red Rum to become the first female SFT World Champion.
01/29/06 - British Bad Ass defeats Shadow and Redd at New Beginnings: Eternity
04/30/06 - The Great Malinko defeats Christian Cage in an Iron Man Match for the World Title.
05/28/06 - HaVoC wins a record tying 5th World Title
11/26/06 - Loyalists defeat Seperatists at November Reign: Civil War
12/31/06 - Shadow defeats Megan The Monster to reveal who the father of her baby is;
SETH DRYDEN vs. TK MONEY vs. TRENT STEEL (C) Triple Threat Intercontinental Title Match 
JC: Seth Dryden and Intercontinental Champion Trent Steel are already in the ring.... we're just
waiting on TK Money!
Du Hast by Rammstein hits the PA and The arena goes dark, moments
later a white light turns on at the top of the entrance ramp where a
TK Money is standing. He walks
down to the ramp and slides in.
DING DING DING
Seth Dryden just throws up his hands, and slides out of the ring.
Trent Steel watches as Seth walks up the ramp.
RW: I think Seth is walking out of this match.
As Trent is distracted, TK Money hits him with the Devil's Dues! He pins...
1.....
2....
3!
JC: It's over, TK wins!
The scene cuts to backstage, with SFT's reporter, Harold.
WINNER: TK MONEY Harold: What a great show so far! I am here with a special guest... He
is a five time World Champion, arguably one of SFT's best... Connor
MacDaddy!
The screen pans over and Connor is standing next to Harold.
Harold: Connor, I gotta ask... why are you here tonight, you don't have a match.
Connor MacDaddy: I'm here for some business, I haven't been on TV in a
while... haven't been on my game... to be honest I was having some
more health complications, but I'm better now.
Harold: Good to hear.... can we expect Connor MacDaddy back into the ring soon?
Connor MacDaddy: Definatley, Kyle Murphy took a cheap shot on me and
stole my World Title, so after I finish me business with Kyle Murphy,
and with Daniel Jacobson... I'll be looking to reclaim my title. I'm
also interested in going after the Tag Team Titles with my friend Mike
Zybala as the EZ Mac Connection.
Harold: Great to hear, Well it's good to see you, back to you, John...
Connor MacDaddy: ah ah ah.... I have something further to say. This
time of year is always difficult for me. Wednesday will mark the 2
year anniversary of my wife's death, former SFT owner Kate Madison...
if you don't mind.... I'd like a moment of silence.
Harold: Sure.
Connor MacDaddy: I say moment of silence, not moment of Harold...
Harold: ....sorry.
Connor shoots Harold a dirty look... and then stands in silence for ten seconds.
Connor MacDaddy: Thank you. I've grown alot in the two-years.
Expessially in the past few months... To be honest, I couldn't have
done it without someone by my side. I think this is a great time to
announce this.... and introduce the world to my finace..... Jane
Schorg.
Jane Schorg steps on screen, and her and Connor engage in a long
tounge-filled liplock.
Harold stands in shock as Connor whispers something into Jane's ear
and they walk away.
JC: Did I just hear that right?
RW: I think so... Jane Schorg is 20 years younger then Connor MacDaddy...
JC: Not to mention.... she's Aj Nin Red Rum and Ice's daughter!
RW: She's Sara Pettis' sister!
JC: She's a former RWA Owner...
RW: Some people are not going to be happy for this couple...
JC: What about Jane's cousin... Nathan Gust?
RW: Hoo boy... next match... my head is imploding...
NEX ANGELUS vs. ANNIKA REIZEGER (C) vs. JOHNATHAN TEMPLETON vs. DANIEL JACOBSON Four Corners Flesh and Bone Title Match 
JC: Our second match this evening will be a Flesh and Bones 4 Corners Match.
RW: Amazingly Annika has been able to hold onto that title with all she has.
JC: In my opinion she should be moving on to bigger thing. I believe she can pull it off.
Daniel Jacobson comes down to the ring and points two fingers in the air as pyros go off and “Purple Haze” by Jimi Hendrix plays on the PA system. Once in the ring Daniel Jacobson gets on the top rope and taunts the crowd as they cheer him on.
Garth Brooks hits and Jonathan Templeton makes his way down the runway and enters the ring staring Jacobson with a cold hard stare.
JC: Wow look at these two. They look like they can’t wait to beat each other any longer. They thirst for the title.
Nex Angelus walks down the ring being escorted by Lucretia Black. He slides under the bottom rope and takes his position in an unoccupied corner.
RW: Here she comes!
Tenth Man Down. by Nightwish plays on the PA System and Annika performs a series of leg stretches after entering the front-stage with the Hardcore Championship in hand. Unusually in her free arm she carries a silver title belt that has only been seen once in its presentation to her months ago - the Black Foundation's self-awarded Revolution Title. After a couple of knee thrusts, and leaps on the spot, she shake her hands and legs and regards her opponent. Proceeding to the ring, entering between the bottom and second rope, Annika takes her place in the middle of the canvas; handing the referee both Championship belts without truly even looking at their face plates.
JC: This is it, this is going to be crazy.
Everybody takes a position in each corner as Annika hands the ref the Flesh and Bone Championship. The ref lifts the title in the air and hands it over to one of the commentators. The ref takes position and calls for the bell.
Ding, ding, ding…
Quickly all Daniel Jacobson, Jonathan Templeton, and Nex Angelus charge for Annika, and Annika is able to elbow Daniel across the face, but Nex and Jonathan are able to land kicks to the gut. Annika gets backed up in the corner and Nex Angelus repeatedly delivers kicks to the gut. While they fight Jonathan Templeton tries to take advantage of the hurt Daniel delivering a chop across the chest forcing Daniel in the opposite corner. At the same time Daniel reverses Jonathan Templeton into an irish whip, Annika as well reverses Nex and irish whips him into the center where both Jonathan and Nex collide knocking each other out.
JC: Wow I don’t think that was suppose to happen.
RW: For once I can agree with you.
Nex and JT lay on the mat and Daniel puts his attention on Annika. He walks across the ring and lands a elbow on the back of Annika’a head. He irish whips her into the rope and as she comes back catches her and delivers a fireman carry.
RW: Down goes Annika.
Daniel picks up Annika and clotheslines her out of the ring and he goes over as well. Nex and Jonathan Templeton get up and quickly Nex delivers blows to Jonathan. Some blows to the gut and head, then Nex grabs Jonathan by the throat, picks him up, and delivers a bone shattering chokeslam. The ring shakes as Jonathan lays in the middle of the ring.
Outside the ring Annika somehow got the advantage and throws Daniel Jacobson into the barricade. She then picks him up and out of nowhere Nex Angelus jumps over the top rope and lands over both Annika and Daniel.
JC: Wow what these people would do for the title. It’s going to be along night.
Nex walks around the side of the ring and picks up the ring apron and reaches for something under the ring. As he pulls it out you see a wooden table. He sets up the table outside the ring and slides into the ring to pick up Jonathan.
Annika and Daniel fight it out outside of ring until Annika finally slides back into the ring, and Daniel follows.
RW: All 4 people back in the ring now. This is going to get interesting.
JC: and the table is still outside the ring.
Annika kicks Daniel as he slides under the bottom rope and takes advantage of the fight. She backs him into the corner and makes him sit on the top turnbuckle followed by a huge superkick.
RW: Wow her leg went straight up like a standing split.
Daniel falls down like a rag doll. On the other side of the ring Nex puts Jonathan’s head between his legs and picks him up onto his shoulder. He is going to powerbomb Jonathan but Annika does the Widow Makes to Nex and as Nex falls back Jonathan gets thrown out of the ring and breaks through the table.
Crowd: Holy Shit… Holy Shit
JC: Nex is down from that huge spinning heel kick.
RW: Don’t forget about Jonathan breaking through that table. Ouch!
As Annika watches the destruction she caused Daniel comes from behind and delivers an Orton’s backbreaker. Annika goes down after that vicious backbreaker. As she lays on the mat Daniel goes up on the top rope and does a Land of Falling Waters but before he gets to jump Mark Hallbrok comes out from the crowd and swings a chair to the back of Daniel Jacobson.
JC: Where in the world did he come from?
RW: I haven’t seen Mark in a couple of weeks.
Daniel falls to the ground. Annika manages to get up to her feet and somehow gets Daniel to his feet. She kicks him in the gut and does The Red Scare. She goes for the pin.
1…
2…
3…
JC: Its over Annika retains her title!
RW: What a brutal match. These wrestlers fought their hearts out, but it seems like nobody will be able to bring her down.
Rolling to her knees Annika takes several shuddering breaths, eyes struggling to focus on anything except the harsh and brilliant arena lights above. An unsteady hand reached to feel the hot, slick flow of blood from a number of cuts and wounds on her face and forehead and her fingers return stained a dark crimson. The referee's grip on her raised hand snaps the still-Hardcore Champion back to reality, and unsteadily, she retreats to the ropes to use their support as the match official retrieves the two Championship belts; silver and gold, and hands them to her.
Glancing at the Hardcore Championship, and then the silver Black Foundation Revolution Title, Annika drops the golden belt and the entire reason for the match and sets her eyes on Lucretia who has slid under the ring's bottom rope to tug the heavy and groggy Nex Angelus towards the turnstile. Stalking across the ring with purpose and presenting the Revolution Title's metal edge to the air, Annika swings the belt in an irresistible arc - driving the leading edge into Miss Black's temple just as the mercurial woman becomes aware of her approach.
"Give me the belt!" She hisses at the referee who watches the proceedings whilst still holding the Hardcore Championship with some shock and surprise. Almost stumbling as he runs Annika snatches the title belt from his clumsy hands and weighs both of the Championships in her hand.
Dropping the Black Foundation's Revolution Title on Lucretia's still body, Annika lays the SFT Hardcore Championship next to the grumbling, fidgeting Nex Angelus.
The ties that bind are broken.
WINNER: ANNIKA REIZEGER Harold makes his way into Brass Martins locker room with a microphone in his hand.
Harold: Brass how do you feel coming into tonight’s match?
Brass: I’ve been waiting for this day since I came here in the SFT. This is going to be a fight I will not back out of.
Harold: Is there anything you are worried about?
Brass: I think that I have seen everything I have needed to see and am not worried about nothing. I have my mind on the match and nothing but the match.
Harold: Good luck…
Harold leaves the room and the camera focuses on Brass Martin concentrating on his match.
We cut back from backstage to find that the ring mat has been replaced by a red carpet, the ring ropes have been changed for gold ones and there is a podium positioned in the middle of the ring with a microphone set up on it. Standing behind the podium, we see SFT’s official Ambassador, Jeff King, who is wearing a black tuxedo and bow tie.
RW: I think I know what’s coming up right now.
JC: Me too, and I’ve been waiting for this part of the show all evening.
Jeff King: Ladies and Gentlemen, as part of SFT’s 10th Anniversary celebrations, I now have the honour and the privilege of announcing and introducing the newest inductee into the Strike Fantasy Towers Hall Of Fame.
Jeff King: The man being inducted tonight is one of the most decorated, and some would say one of the most controversial, superstars in the history of this great organisation. He made his debut in XCW back in September of 2000, and has been a part of this group of federations in some capacity or another pretty much ever since, amassing a total of 9 World Heavyweight Championships and countless other Titles and accolades in that time.
Jeff King: Please, without further ado, allow me to introduce the former SFT Hardcore Champion, the former undefeated SFT Intercontinental and United States Champion, the former 5-Time SFT World Television Champion, the former 3-Time Strike Fantasy Towers Heavyweight Champion Of The World, and now the newest member of the SFT Hall Of Fame; he is ‘The Icon’, ‘The Franchise’, CHRISTIAN CAGE!!!
Jeff King gestures towards the entrance stages as the lights in the arena dim and the unmistakeable opening riff of GNR’s “Welcome To The Jungle” blasts through the PA System. A spotlight shines down onto the stage as we see Christian Cage making his way out to a huge ovation from the capacity crowd, clad as usual in an immaculately-fitting Armani suit, white shirt and gold tie, along with his trademark sunglasses. As Cage makes his way down the aisle towards the ring, he slaps the hands of a few fans on either side, and actually smiles on an SFT broadcast for the first time since…well, ever.
Once he reaches the ring, he climbs up the steps and then between the top and second ropes, acknowledging the fans with his “Devil’s Horns” gesture as he does so and as his music fades out. Cage then walks over to where Jeff King is standing by the podium and shakes his hand has King hands him the Hall Of Fame plaque and ring. Cage slips the ring onto one of his fingers and turns to face the microphone at the podium, removing his sunglasses as he does so. For a few seconds, the crowd’s chants of “Franchise, Franchise” are loud enough to prevent Cage from speaking (finally, someone found a way), but they do eventually quiet down enough for him to start.
Christian Cage: Wow, I was half expecting to come out there and have 30,000 people call me an asshole.
As if on cue, the chants of ‘Franchise’ stop and the crowd starts chanting ‘asshole, asshole’ instead, prompting a big grin from Cage.
Christian Cage: Nice to know you guys still care, really it is…you know, I really never thought that I’d be standing here and making this speech, I figured that the chance had probably passed me by when I left here to go to RWA, not that I regret going, by the way, but I’m very glad and very appreciative that the people who make the decisions here in SFT have still seen fit to give me this opportunity, so thanks very much to all of them.
When I started out in this business, back before there was even such a thing a SFT, I could have never imagined that I’d ever be inducted into even one Hall of Fame, much les two, and I could have never imagined the journey that this sport would take me on, and the friends that I’d make along the way. Before I go any further, there are just three people that I’d like to single out and thank for their contribution to me getting to tonight.
First up, Michael Pettis. Now, I’m sure there are plenty of people involved with SFT these days who won’t have heard of Michael Pettis, or won’t understand his contribution to everything that SFT is and has been over the last 10 years, but he took me under his wing when I was a struggling rookie who was just scraping by a TV Title level, he taught me things and showed me things that I still use to do, and he was the first person to really start moulding me into what I ended up being. I doubt if he’s hearing or seeing this tonight, but I’d like to thank him anyways.
Secondly, Ian Wynn. I’ve said numerous times that the years I spent in EWA were the most fun that I’ve ever had in my time in this sport, and I will say that again here tonight. Ian Wynn showed a lot of faith in me in those days, taking me back however many times I walked out, and giving me the chance to prove that I could be the main eventer, the headline attraction that I always wanted to see if I could be. I honestly believe that were it not for Ian and everyone else involved with EWA, I would never have come back to SFT and won the World Title 3 times, I would never have done all the other things that I’ve done since then, and in truth, I probably wouldn’t be standing here making this speech right now. Thank you Ian.
Thirdly, Shadow. Now, I know that I’ve had more than my fair share of ups and downs in terms of my relationship with SFT and with the people running it over the years, but through all of that I can say that my one-on-one dealings with Shadow have been nothing less than professional, even when we’ve had our differences of opinion for whatever reason. He’s also always been accommodating when it’s come to me wanting a one-off match here for whatever reason, and it’s good to know that I have that flexibility to kinda come and go as I please, so thanks Shadow.
One the subject of matches, a lot of people have been asking me about what the future might hold for Christian Cage, specifically whether or not it includes any more actual wrestling, and while I can pretty much say for certain that a full-time comeback, either here or anywhere else, would be out of the question, I can see myself doing an occasional match or two, assuming that the opponent and the scenario are right, but for the most part, I’m content to just kick back and enjoy life at last.
I know that my style, whether in terms of spoken promos or actual in-ring work has never really been considered as ‘cool’, and I know that there are those people who’ve looked down on me over the years, said that I would never make anything of myself unless I changed my ways, and I’d just like to say a little something to all of those people right now, to anyone who ever told me that I’d never be a success in this sport, that I’d never be a World Champion, far less a Hall of Famer in SFT or anywhere else. As I stand here tonight, in front of all these fans and a worldwide PPV audience, I simply say to those doubters and naysayers: fuck you.
To finish on a more positive note though, this goes out to anyone who has ever had even the slightest of influences on my time in this sport, to anyone I’ve been in a stable or team with, to anyone I’ve spent time with away from the ring, to anyone who has given me tips or advice over the years, to anyone who has been there when I’ve felt down for whatever reason and just needed someone to talk to: Thank you, all of you.
I would try to list all those people by name, but I’m not going to simply because my memory isn’t quite what it used to be, and I could guarantee I’d miss someone out, which is not something I’d want to do. Before I finish up here, though, and let you all get back to the actual show, there is one more person I do want to mention by name: Malinko.
Malinko, I don’t know if you’re hearing or seeing this right now, I don’t even know where you are or what you’re doing these days, but the matches that you and I have had down the years have been some of the very best that I’ve ever been a part of, and if you are still involved with wrestling and you ever want to have Cage and Malinko XXXIV or whatever the heck we’re up to now, I’m not hard to find.
Thanks to everyone here for listening tonight, and here’s to 10 more years of SFT!
With that, Cage picks up his HoF plaque and steps away from the microphone to a standing ovation from the entire capacity crowd as “Welcome To The Jungle” blasts over the PA System again. For a split second, it almost looks as Cage has a tear in his eye, but he quickly puts his sunglasses back on just in case. He raises his arms one more time to the crowd before climbing back out of the ring and heading up the aisle towards the locker room.
RW: Congratulations to Christian Cage, the newest inductee to the Strike Fantasy Towers Hall of Fame.
JC: Without a doubt one of the best we’ve seen over the years, and thoroughly deserving of this award.
Cage pauses briefly at the top of the ramp and once more raises his right arm in the “Devil’s Horns” pose before heading back to the locker room with the cheers of the fans still ringing in his ears.
JC: That was a great moment, and now it’s time to return to the in-ring action here at SFT: X.
RW: That’s right, and next up we have….
SARA PETTIS vs. RAYN Standard Match
JW: Next we got Rayn vs Sara Pettis
"Don't Stop Believing" by Journey hits the p.a. as the arena lights go down to black. The stage lights flash between pink and blue, as Sara steps out from the back. A spotlight hits her as she stands at the top of the ramp, before "blowing a kiss" into the sky. She starts to walk down the ramp, with the spotlight following her, slapping hands with fans on both sides. When she gets to the bottom the arena lights come back up, as she climbs the stairs and enters the ring.
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 entrance 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 obscenities 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.
Both Rayn and Sara are in the ring and the ref calls for the bell.
Ding, ding, ding…
Rayn charges toward Sara and knees her in the gut bringing her down to one knee. Rayn picks her up from behind and delivers a belly to back suplex. Sara is down and Rayn picks her up.
RW: Wow Rayn has taken full swing of this match.
Rayn tosses Sara to the ropes and as she comes back reverses whatever Rayn was going to do and nails him with a spring board cross body. She goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Rayn gets a quick kickout and as he gets up Sara attempts to nail him with a kick to the back of the head but he reverses it and puts her into a spine buster. Sara goes down to the canvas hard. Rayn backs up into the corner waiting for Sara to get up, and as she does nails her with The Impact.
RW: wow that was a brutal spear!
Rayn covers.
1…
2…
3…!
JC: Wow that match is over. Quick win by Rayn.
WINNER: RAYN JC: We have Big T in his locker room and he wants to make some comments before his match with The Accountant.
We go backstage to Big T in his locker room.
Big T: In only a few minutes I will be taking on The Accountant in my first match in many years. I am excited but very nervous at the same time. But above all else I am anxious to get in the ring and do what I've always done the best... and thats beat the shit out of people.
The crowd goes wild.
Big T: Accountant, Best Damn Tax Man in D.C., are you ready?
Big T stares dead at the camera and then snaps his fingers.
Big T: Game... Over...
We go back to John and Randy.
BIG T vs. THE ACCOUNTANT Standard Match
RW: Wow in this next match we have the return of “The Legend” “The Icon” Big T, and also The Accountant. This is going to be a match for the books, and on SFT’s 10th Anniversary Pay-Per-View.
JC: I hope your right… I’ve been anticipating this match since I saw the PPV card go up.
The Accountant walks to the ring carrying a silver briefcase and wearing spectacles. The Accountant enters the ring via the middle rope and then he sets the briefcase down under one of the corner turnbuckles, pops it open, places his glasses in it, closes it, and prepares for his opponent to enter the ring. If the opponent is in the ring he gives him a nasty smirk and readies for battle.
Shortly after The lights begin to dim and then go out. Two quarters drop on a table on the Tron. "You Dont Know" by Eminem ft. 50 Cent, Cashis, and Lloyd Banks hits the PA system. Gold, silver, and green lights flash throughout the arena. A single red spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp and out from behind the curtain walks Big T. He begins making his way down the ramp and the fans are cheering him so loud its deafening. But the crowd's reaction fazes him not. Big T walks up the stairs and enters the ring. Big T jumps up on the middle turnbuckle, yells out to the crowd, and takes in their love for him. "You Dont Know" fades off and the lights come back on as Big T steps off the rope and waits in the corner.
RW: I can feel the heat between these two.
JC: You and me both…
Big T and The Accountant stand face to face and exchange words then The Accountant slaps Big T and backs away. The ref gets between them as Big T tries to fight back.
Ref: Ok I want a nice clean fight, no blows below the waist, when I say let go I mean it. Understand?
Both Big T and The Accountant shake hands but keep their stare on each other. The ref steps back and the bell rings.
Ding, Ding, Ding…
JC: Here we go!
The bell sounds and Big T immediately jumps all over The Accountant, first kicking him in the gut to double him over, then reigning forearms down across his head, neck and back.
JC: The bell rang and Big T went quickly on the attack!
RW: Well you had to know the challenger would come hard out of the gates in this match, he doesn't want to leave here tonight empty-handed!
The referee reprimands Big T, because he has dropped The Accountant to all fours with the barrage and begun to stomp him while he's down. Big T raises both hands and backs away, allowing The Accountant to get to his feet. Once he is up, he initiates a lock up. The two struggle in the ring, both trying to gain the upper hand but neither one having a noticeable power advantage over the other. They both try to push the other around, but neither one is able to do so due to their equal size and strength. Finally they break the tie-up, giving up on it.
The Accountant now slaps Big T across the chest with a knife edge chop, to which Big T responds with a chop of his own. The Accountant chops Big T again, and Big T chops The Accountant again. The Accountant sticks with the chops, this time connecting with a second and a third unanswered. Finally The Accountant kicks Big T in the mid-section, catches him by the head and takes him over with a snap suplex.
RW: That's more like it!
The Accountant immediately pulls Big T to his feet, scoops him up on his shoulder and slams him down.
JC: The Accountant with a body slam on Big T.
RW: Wait, where's he going?
The Accountant heads over to the corner and climbs to the top, but as soon as he gets up top Big T pops to his feet, charges the corner and with a jump kicks The Accountant in the head. Stepping up to the second rope, Big T hooks The Accountant's arms and delivers a double underhook superplex.
JC: I think it may have been just a little too early for going to the top rope.
RW: Yeah, especially when you don't normally go up top.
Big T then waits for The Accountant to get up and when he does, Big T connects with a dropkick to knock him right back down.
JC: Some good offense by Big T now!
The Accountant gets right back to his feet and Big T responds by dropping him with another dropkick. Big T pops right up and grab The Accountant by the head, pulling him to his feet as well. Big T whips The Accountant to the ropes and tries to get him in a tilt-a-whirl, but The Accountant catches Big T with a headscissor takedown instead.
JC: Great counter by The Accountant.
Big T pops up, slightly disoriented, and walks into a clothesline from The Accountant. The Accountant goes for a cover, but Big T kicks out immediately at one. Acting quickly, The Accountant pulls Big T up and brings him over to the corner. There he lifts T up with a front facelock and sits him on the top rope. The Accountant then climbs to the top rope with him, leaps onto Big T's shoulder and tries takes him off the top with a frankensteiner, but instead Bit T reverses it and sends The Accountant slaming into the ring with a top rope powerbomb.
RW: Whoa!
JC: Great reversal off the top by Big T!
RW: Ya' got that right!
The Accountant sits up on the mat off the impact, and Big T goes right back on the attack and does a diving dropkick off the top ropes sending The Accountant’s head to bounce off the ring. Big T goes to kick The Accountant in the gut with his left foot. Big T stands back and lets The Accountant get back up to his feet, and when he does Big T hooks him up for a vertical suplex. He hits one and holds on, rolling back to his feet to deliver a second and then again for a third before letting go.
JC: Triple verticals from Big T, not something we see every day in SFT!
Big T goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Kickout
RW: Wow that was an amazing kickout right at the last minute.
Big T stands back and waits for The Accountant to get up, then as he turns around GAME OVER!! Big T hit the Game Over on The Accountant, and goes for the pin.
1…
2…
3…
JC: Its over… Its over Big T has won his match back!
Big T climbs up on the top turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air. The celebration has begun.
WINNER: BIG T Harold is seen standing outside of Kyle Murphy's locker room. The door opens and Kyle Murphy walks out. Harold greets him.
Harold: Kyle, a little later on tonight you are taking on SFT stalwart Saint Jude. Jude has defeated you in both of your previous encounters, once by countout, and once winning the SFT Championship. How are you feeling heading into this match?
Kyle Murphy: Well, ya' know, Harold, I haven't exactly been at my best lately. For that I apologize to SFT and its fans, and to my opponents, and to whomever else it may concern. But tonight The Standard returns. Tonight you will all see a glimpse of that dominance that has made me a three-time SFT Champion. That fire is back in me, and if Saint Jude wants to play with that fire, he's going to get burned.
Harold: Well, Kyle, yesterday you mentioned something about a new era being born here tonight? Can you tell us more about what that is?
Kyle Murphy: All I am going to say is that I have some new tricks up my sleeve, a new weapon in my arsenal, and that an old favorite has been passed on. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to finish getting ready.
Harold: Very well. Good luck tonight.
KYLE MURPHY vs. SAINT JUDE Standard Match
JC: Just a tremendous night of action thus far hear in Boston.
RW: A tremendous night indeed. We're up for what I'd consider a co-main event of the evening.
JC: I don't think that the powers that be would like you rebooking their show, but I tend to agree. This should be a tremendous outing.
"Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash hits the system and Saint Jude steps out onto the platform. He makes his way tothe ring quickly, sliding under the bottom rope and stepping up on the middle rope.
There is a brief pause.
"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits the loudspeakers and green and gold pyro erupt at the stage area. Kyle Murphy walks out onto the stage wearing a Larry Bird "throwback" jersey, getting a huge pop from the crowd. He walks confidently down the aisle, completely focused on the ring and the match at hand. At ringside Kyle leaps to the top of the steps, then walks across the apron to the middle of the apron before stepping into the ring. Going to the corner, he steps up onto the second rope and tugs on the jersey, proudly displaying the Celtics name. Then Murphy gestures around his waist, before holding up one hand and pointing at his ring finger. The crowd continues to roar, and Murphy steps down off the second rope. He removes the jersey and tosses it into the crowd before getting set to wrestle.
RW: Kyle Murphy, one of the iconic members of SFT for years and years and though there's no title on the line, you can be sure that Kyle Murphy is a man with a plan and an agenda tonight.
JC: No doubt about that. Looks like the ref is done with the pre-match instruction as he calls for the bell.
Saint Jude is first on the attack, into a quick collar and elbow tie up, slipping free and slapping Kyle Murphy on the back of the head. Murphy spins around and slaps Jude in the face, sending Jude to a knee. The two men pause for a moment, Jude stands and Murphy hits him in the midsection and hits him with a spear on the rebound.
RW: I'm not really sure that he hit him that cleanly with that spear.
JC: Kind of a glancing blow as the ref was in the way. Two count and he's up.
RW: These two have quite a history, the SFT title in the balance on those other occassions, and though there's no gold on the line tonight these two men have no shortage of fuel for this fire. Murphy has been doing alot of talking about how much respect he has for Saint Jude, and I think that it'll show as the match contniues.
Murphy rolls off of Jude and gets to his feet. Jude does likewise and stumbles back to the corner and Murphy follows him in quickly. Jude kicks Murphy in the gut and hops to the middle rope and leaps over Murphy hitting a quick reverse bulldog.
Jude rolls to his feet quickly and kicks Murphy while he's down and pulls him to his feet. He wraps his arm around for a a suplex on the much larger Murphy. Murphy blocks the attempt twice and then lifts Jude into the air and holds him there in a show of strength.
Jude gets his bearing and slides down Murphy's muscular frame catching his head with his legs and spins him to the ground with a head scissor. Murphy lands awkwardly on his head. Jude spins to inspect the damage and sees Murphy in a strange pile on the mat, his head hung over the ring curtain.
JC: Oh, Murphy seems to have injured his neck to some degree down there. The ref hasn't called for the bell yet, but is checking on him.
RW: He inspects and Murphy seems to have given the ref some sign that he's okay to continue.
Jude nods and uses the top rope to hop over and land a leg on the back of Murphy's head.
JC: That is uncalled for.
RW: That is gamesmanship, there buddy. You've got to take every possible advantage that you can. If you don't you'll never make it.
JC: I guess. I know that Kyle Murphy wouldn't have done any less if the roles had been reversed.
RW: This much is true, I'll give you that.
Murphy slides out of the ring to the floor below. Jude takes advantge with kicks to the back of Murphy's head. On the fourth kick Murphy shoves Jude away and into some AV equipment and back into the railing.
Murphy gets to his feet and slides into the ring, crawling to the far side and pulling himself to his feet.
JC: A great recovery by Murphy. He seems to be back and ready for action, though that initial blow to the head seems to still be effecting him.
RW: And Saint Jude is making his way back into the ring as well.
The two men come to the center of the ring and tie up. Murphy takes the upper hand and Irish whips Saint Jude into the ropes and hits and tremendous clothesline, sending Jude to the mat with a thunderous crash. He sweeps in for the cover quickly, 1....2....kickout!
JC: Our first nearfall of the contest.
Murphy gets to his feet and pulls Jude to his. He begins clubbing him with open handed chops to the chest and abdomen. He then hits a quick reverse Russian legsweep and hops up to his feet. He lifts Saint Jude to his feet and walks him over to the turnbuckle, lifting him into the crucifix position. He climbs the ropes and swings Saint Jude out and hits a super Angle slam.
RW: Oh tremendous blow to both men, though Jude definitely took the absolute worst of all that.
Both men lie motionless on the mat, struggling to wriggle closer to one another. Murphy struggles to get an arm over the chest of Jude, but can simply not manage it. The two men continue to lay there as the ref checks the two of them and starts the count.
1...2....3....4....5...Jude stirs....6....7....Murphy grabs the ropes....8....both men get to their feet.
The ref checks them out and calls for them to continue.
JC: Both men seem to be ready to continue.
Jude hits a straight kick to Murphyʼs chest, sending him to the ropes and hip tosses him in the middle of the ring. He then moves with tremendous quickness to the top rope.
He pauses and waits for Murphy to stir. As he gets to his feet Jude launches himself.
RW: Oh my God, Murphy caught Jude and quickly dumped him out of the ring to the floor and on top of a cameraman that is filming the action!
JC: Thatʼs gonna leave a mark. Oh, oh goodness Jude appears to have been split open pretty bad. Heʼs pouring blood out of a cut on the top of his head.
Murphy just stands there, surveying the damage to Jude and calling for help for the injured cameraman.
JC: He clearly had no intention of dumping Jude on top of Bill Respy. Heʼs been one of our cameramen for most of SFTʼs 10 years. Itʼs a tragedy to see him hurt.
Jude gets to his feet, a full crimson mask on his face. Murphy takes two quick steps and flies over the top ropes and lands on Saint Jude. He stands up and looks down at Jude and smiles and slides back into the ring.
JC: The ref is starting the count, Randy. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10!
RW: Thatʼs astounding, that cut really needs to be looked at. And her comes the medical staff to do just that, though there isnʼt a back board at ringside because Bill Respy, veteran cameraman is also hurt here at ringside.
JC: Well, Kyle Murphy picks up a countout victory over Saint Jude, not, Iʼm sure how these two warriors would have preferred for this to end. But, coming up, the main event.
WINNER: KYLE MURPHY We go backstage to Commissioner Rivers office.
Ruben Rivers: Hello SFT fans!! Your commissioner is here to make an announcement. Tonight's main event will not be held in a Steel Cage. Sorry!!
We go back to John and Randy.
JC: No cage match?! That blows!
RW: Yes it does! But oh well, here we go any way.
MIKE ZYBALA vs. BRASS MARTIN vs. TWILIGHT (C) Triple Threat Steel Cage World Heavyweight Title Match 
"Awaken" by Disturbed hits on the PA System and Brass Martin's highlights hit on the screen then the lights go off. Pyros hit on the stage and mixed colors or red, green, and purple hit the stage and light up the arena. Brass Martin is on top of the runway and runs down to the ring sliding under the bottom rope, once inside the ring Brass goes to one of the corners and taunts the crowd holding up his United States Championship.
"Ten Thousand Fist" by Disturbed hits the loudspeakers. Mike Zybala enters through the crowd, the fans patting him on the back and shoulders and shaking his hands. He gets to the ringside barrier and hops up on top of it. Then he drops down and goes over to the ringsteps, climbing up and stepping through the ropes into ring.
"Basketcase" by Green Day hits and Twilight slowly walks to the ring. In the ring, he sits in his corner while Martin and Zybala climb back into the ring.
With the three of them in the ring, the referee takes the belt from Twilight, and holds the belt up over his head. He holds it up towards all four sides of the ring, and as he hands the belt down to the ring announcer the bell rings. The three competitors size each other up, and Brass Martin throws the first punch, catching Zybala by surprise. Zybala turns and punches Twilight, who in turn punches Brass Martin.
RW: Come on! Is this a wrestling match or a circle...
JC: Whoa, there, partner. Better not go there. I don't know if SFT has to answer to the FCC, but I don't think we should be taking any chances.
Martin punches Zybala again, but this time as he does so Twilight backs away. Zybala punches Martin back, and they begin exchanging blows. Meanwhile, Twilight steps out onto the ring apron and down the ringsteps to the arena floor.
JC: Well apparently the champ has decided that it would benefit him to let Zybala and Martin go at it for awhile!
RW: Discretion is the better part of valor, John! The more harm Martin and Zybala can inflict on each other without him taking any punishment himself, the better his chances get in this match.
Zybala puts Martin down with a clothesline, followed by an elbow drop. Mike then goes to pull Martin to his feet, but Brass punches him in the stomach twice as he does so. Standing upright, Martin catches a left and right to the jaw, then runs back to the ropes. He takes a swing at Zybala, trying for either a haymaker or a clothesline, but Zybala catches him with a side effect.
JC: Nice reverse bulldog by Zybala!
RW: But now here comes Twilight!
Twilight comes in and grabs Zybala before he can get up off the side effect. He puts him right back down with a clothesline, then pulls him up to hit a Russian legsweep.
JC: Perfect side Russian leg sweep by Twilight!
RW: Annika would be so proud!
JC: What?
RW: You heard me.
Twilight tries to get out of the ring again, but Martin grabs him and puts a stop to that. He whips Twilight into the corner instead. As Zybala is trying to push himself back to his feet, Martin runs toward him, leaps up onto his back in stride and uses him as a vault to leg lariat Twilight in the corner!
RW: Poetry in motion!
JC: HUH?!
RW: I... I don't know. It just felt right.
JC: Well, at any rate, it was some inadvertant teamwork there from Zybala and Martin. But no less effective for it.
Twilight staggers out of the corner, and Zybala takes advantage by rolling him up in a small package. The referee gets down and starts a count, but Twilight muscles out at one.
JC: Nice try by Zybala there, but I think Twilight is still too fresh this early in the match for that to work.
Martin is now back up, and he tosses Zybala through the middle rope and out of the ring. Turning his sights to Twilight, he pulls him up and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Standing, he waits for Twilight to get to his feet. Twilight staggers him up and Brass catches him by the throat.
RW: CHOKESLAM! What a chokeslam by Martin!
Brass turns to play to the crowd, and Zybala slides back in the ring. Mike dives into a cover on Twilight, and gets a two count before Martin lifts him up off the cover and pushes him away. Martin drops into a pin, and he gets a two count as well, before Zybala pulls him off the cover. Martin gets up and knees Zybala in the gut, then powerbombs Mike into the turnbuckle. Zybala crumples to the mat, but Martin quickly pulls him back up and into the middle of the ring. Brass gives Mike another powerbomb, causing Zybala to roll out of the ring. Martin quickly pins Twilight, hooking the leg.
JC: Brass has an opening here! Could he get him?!
RW: 1... 2... no!
Twilight kicks out rather easily at two, and Martin climbs to his feet. He begins to put the boots to the fallen Twilight, who catches Martin's foot and trips him with sort of a single leg takedown or ankle pick. Brass pops back up, and Twilight catches him with an arm drag. Again Martin gets up, and this time Twilight hits a dropkick. This time Twilight grabs Martin and delivers a neckbreaker. Suddenly Zybala slides into the ring, a steel chair in hand. He takes a swing at Twilight, who slips out of the ring just in time to avoid the steel.
JC: That chair shot would have taken Twilight's head off, and may very well have put a quick and sudden end to this match!
RW: This match has been fast and furious from the word go! Who knows what's going to happen next?!
As Zybala turns around, he gets hit with the Spear from Brass Martin. Again Zybala is forced to roll out of the ring, but as Martin gets to his feet Twilight comes up behind him and hooks his arms back to back.
JC: The Lights Go Off!
RW: Martin's in trouble now!
With Twilight and Martin now down in the ring, Zybala slides back inside. He pulls Martin up and hits the Z-Factor. Zybala then tries to do the same to Twilight, but when he lifts him up, Twilight slips off his shoulders and lands on his feet behind Zybala. Quickly Twilight grabs Z and drops him with the Darkest Lights.
JC: Twilight puts Zybala down with the inverted DDT! This could be the beginning of the end! Martin is down! Zybala is down!
RW: And that leaves Twilight alone to do as he pleases! The champ is going to retain right here!
Twilight pulls Martin to his feet as Zybala is laid out under the bottom rope. He whips Martin to the corner and follows him in with a body splash. Martin staggers out of the corner, and Twilight climbs to the second rope. He grabs Zybala by the back of the head, turns him around and applies a front facelock.
JC: TWILIGHT ZONE!
RW: NO!
JC: What a counter! Martin pushes Twilight off at the last second!
RW: Twilight lands on his feet!
Landing on his feet, Twilight goes to charge Martin, but runs right into a superkick from Brass. Martin quickly crosses to the corner and goes to the top rope.
JC: He could be going for the Brass Assassin here!
RW: No way he can do that! Twilight is right in the middle of the ring!
Brass Martin does a quick taunt on the top rope, then leaps off.
JC: BRASS ASSASSIN!
RW: HE CONNECTED!
Because of the distance, Martin lands the senton in such away that his whole back lands across the top of the prone Twilight. His back bows up, then Brass comes to rest atop Twilight. The referee drops down for the count.
1...
2...
3!
JC: It's over!
RW: We've got a new SFT Champion!
The bell rings and the referee goes to raise Brass Martin's arm, but as he does so he realizes that both of Martin's shoulders are on the mat. Turning to the ring announcer and time keeper, the referee crosses to that side of the ring and sticks his upper body through the middle rope. He appears to be waving off the decision when "Wait And Bleed" by Slipknot hits the loudspeakers.
JC: What's this?!
RW: Does Shadow have something to say about this whole situation?!
Harold walks out on stage to a mixed reaction from the stunned crowd. He has a microphone in hand, which he raises to his mouth.
Harold: I know you don't normally see me out here on Strike Towers television during a card, but Shadow and I just happened to be watching this match backstage, and we both saw the same thing you all have just seen. Both Brass Martin and Twilight had their shoulders on the mat when the three count was made. Shadow has made a decision about this, and I regret to inform you that as a result of a double pinfall, this match is officially a DRAW. I am sorry to the fans, and if you can hear me, I'm sorry to you, Brass Martin. Due to this match being ruled a draw, Twilight will remain the SFT Champion.
The crowd boos.
Harold: I know, I know. It's cheap, and it's not fair. That is why we have decided to announce that once Twilight and Brass are ready for it, they will be having the following rematch: Twilight versus Brass Martin for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship. Thank you all for your time, and I am sorry again. "Wait And Bleed" hits again as Brass Martin gets to his feet, just now realizing what has happened as the referee explains it all to him. He pounds his thighs in frustration, unable to believe he came up just that short.
JC: Wow, what in the world was that? I can't help but feel that Brass Martin got screwed here tonight.
RW: Well, his shoulders were down, but I would tend to agree with you. He had that match won, and even the referee was about to award him the match and the title. It just slipped through his grasp on a technicality, and that can't feel good.
WINNER: BRASS MARTIN & TWILIGHT As Brass Martin and Twilight are getting up and looking at each other "You Don't Know" by Eminem, 50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, and Cashis hits! Big T walks out onto the stage and looks toward the ring. He stares at Twilight and then at Brass Martin. He points at Twilight who is still World Champion and motions for the title belt.
JC: I think Big T is letting Twilight and Brass Martin I assume that he wants the World Title.
RW: From what we seen earlier against Accountant, Twilight may wanna watch himself.
JC: Well folks, thats it!! Happy Anniversary SFT!! Many more to come!!!
RW: GOOD NIGHT FROM BEAN TOWN!!!
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