Strike Fantasy Towers
Bad Chemistry#153;
With John Cartwright and Randy White
02/23/09
Sunday Night 8:00pm Live From Cleveland, Ohio

The PPV is about to begin as the lights dim and when they come on we see Papa Roach on stage singing his most recognized song, Last Resort after its over, we see a man walk onto the platform with a microphone the fans recognize him instantly and they start to chant his name. We hear one word from them, Reno. Over and over Reno.

RW: Reno Destiny back in the house!?! What a way to start off the ppv!

Reno smiles as the crowd settle down.

Reno: Yes you all know who I am, and its true I am back. And though SFT may not be the pearl it once was, I see Dameon, Kyle, DVD, Dark Wolf, Redd, and now with me I intend to help bring SFT back to its glory days, count on it!

He gives the camera a sly smile as he walks away and pyro explodes everywhere just about.

RW: Just awesome, simply awesome, lets get this show started!

Allis and Lion are both already in the ring, the bell rings, they start to go at it, Lion with a rake of her eyes and then a mafia kick. Suddenly a man jumps the steel barricade.

RW: Wait who is that?!?

JC: That’s…….Thats motherfucking Ray Cross!?!!!

Ray Cross to a mix reaction from the crowd, first he attacks Lion, knocking him out with a flying clothesline, he then turns on Allisa as she runs at him shes grabbed by the neck and chokeslammed to the ground!

RW: Oh my god!

Ray looks at the ref, he picks up Lion drops him on top of Allisa as the ref counts very unsure of whether to proceed. He quickly does the count 1..2…3!

Ray Cross with a sneer in his face and loving the crowd noise given his way.

RW: Ray Cross is back in SFT, this just keeps getting better and better!

Winner: The Lion

As the first heavy guitar strains of Korn's Coming Undone fill the arena, Waylander steps out of the back, heralding the arrival of the massive wrestler. Z saunters out behind him, smirking in mild amusement, ignoring the crowd's equal parts cheers and jeers.

RW: The winner of this match will get a US Title shot.

JC: Yeah but isn’t Jack Jones the guy under the mask of Twilight?

RW: I don’t know but I too am a little wierded out by such a prospect.

In Time begins to play as Jack Jones makes his way to the ring to mostly cheers. He doesn’t even look at the fans. Grizzly Z waits for him the bell rings and he lunges at Jack Jones nailing him with a running suplex. He then picks up Jack and nails him with a brainbuster! He covers and manages a 1 count. The big man gets on the ropes and flies off with a moonsault.

JC: Wow not since Bam Bam Bigelow have I seen such a big man fly!

Grizzly covers Jack and the ref counts 1………..2…………kickout!

Grizzly Z with a sit down powerbomb on the barely conscious Jack Jones, he covers him and the ref counts 1…………2……………kickout!

Grizzly with a spinning heel kick, he waits looks like hes setting up Jack for a spear but instead when Jack gets up he gets nailed by Grizzly’s Giant Swing, almost taking Jacks head right off in the process.

RW: Grizzly Z is just dominating this match.

Grizzly with his Griz Justice but this time he doesn’t cover Jack Jones at all.

JC: What is Grizzly doing?

Grizzly waits and sets up Jack and perfectly executes his Maul, this time he finally covers Jack Jones as the ref does the count 1…..2……3!!!!

RW: its over, Grizzly Z wins the match in handedly fashion.

Winner: Grizzly Z

JC: Here we go with our next match. A match to determine the number one contender to the Intercontinental Championship.

RW: This should be good.

"Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Mtley Cre hits the loudspeakers and gold pyro erupts at the stage area. He walks down the ramp to ringside, where leaps to the top of the steps, then walks backward to the middle of the apron. He raises his left arm before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. From there he goes to the far corner and climbs to the second rope. The crowd roars its approval, and Murphy steps down off the second rope. He holds up his right arm and prepares himself for a fight.

JC: Does he look ready or what?

RW: Or what.

T.K. 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.

RW: Yea! Here's TK Money, and he's about to make his way to the IC belt.

The bell rings and TK runs at Kyle, but Kyle catches TK in a gargoyle suplex. TK gets back up quick, but seems a little groggy. He runs at Kyle again, and Kyle ducks a clothesline. TK hits the ropes and rebounds and tries for a crossbody block. Kyle catches TK and walks around a bit before hitting the Gold Mine, and pinning TK.

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

Winner: Kyle Murphy

RW: That...was just insane. I don't even understand what just happened here. WHAT HAS HAPPENED HERE???

RW: Ok John and here we go, once again time for some HARDCORE ACTION!!!

JC: This will be the second time these two have stepped into the ring with each, and its bound to be a doozie, explain the match for everyone Randy.

RW: We have ourselves here folks, a DRAGON MATCH! Goal is the same as your every day ladder match, but to throw in a bit more of a danger factor, we have replaced the ropes with barbed-wire, oh and did I forget to mention, IT'S FOR THE GOLD!!!

JC: Hyped up much Randy...?

RW: I LOVE HARDCORE!!!

The arena lights dim as the Striketron fills with static, the words "A Revolution in Pain." appear a midst the salt and pepper scheme holding a hue of red, the opening notes of strike out through the PA the arena begins to flash with blood red lights, and as the rest of the guitars slowly join in strobe lights begin to flare in the entry way. Dameon then throws the curtain aside and steps out onto the stage as the vocals roar sending chills down the spines of children and soon to be mothers alike. "The Beast" wields his ever handy kendo stick as he begins to walk down the rampway slowly as the chorus hits. "Never too late to stand your ground - Revolution begins In you - In me - Revolution!...BEGINS!!!" Standing about midway down the ramp Dameon begins to point out to the crowd who are half and half cheering and booing for "The Beast" of the SFT. Continuing his way down to ringside Dameon makes his way towards the announcers table, stopping momentarily to look down onto John and Randy, before sliding into the ring, heading to the nearest corner, and throwing up an "X" above his head. "Once lost - Lost in their game Mental chains breaking now Set yourself free Who are they to tell you what to do? The stage is not set, the road is not chosen Your fate not preordained They are losing control - every step of the way" Dameon now steps away from the turnbuckle making sure not to slice himself on the barbed-wire that lie near him, lays his kendo stick on the apron of the ring, and begins to loosen his wrists preparing for the battle ahead.

JC: Speaking of hardcore, there is a perfect example, ugly, vile, disgusting, grotesque...

RW: Your just saying that because he is on the other side of that barbed-wire huh...?

JC: Yup. But I'm gettin away with it.

"Requim for a Dream" by Clint Mansell begins to chime through the arena as Alexis Shriver is first to step out, throwing her arms towards to curtain as the hardcore champion, Daniel "The Maniac" Jacobson, steps out with title wrapped tightly around his waist, wielding a handy steel chair, wrapped in barbed-wire as well with him he slowly saunters to the ring, keeping his eyes on Dameon, while at the same time halfway "inspecting" the barbed-wire.

JC: I don't think our champion knows quite what to think about the barbed-wire, but he definately had the awareness to bring a weapon wrapped in it. Do you think he has ever fought in a situation such as this?

RW: I doubt it, but what would scare me is how seemingly comfortable Dameon is in there.

JC: But comfort doesn't mean someone can't mess up.

Alexis Shriver screeches at the appropriately named "Hardcore" Hect to open to "ropes" up so her man can get in the ring, in which the ref glad oblidges. As Daniel Jacobson enters the ring he is quick to launch to his feet before Dameon can even make a minor move towards him. As Hect unlatches the belt from around the champions waist, Jacobson stands quiet not taking his eyes of "The Beast" that stand before him.

RW: These men... are going... to kill eachother.

JC: I know, dontcha love it?

The bell rings and instantly both men are out of their corners heading full steam towards eachother, as they reach the middle of the ring Daniel is quick to drop his chair as the men begin to exchange rights and lefts rapidly, it is obvious which has the harder-punch/softer-jaw from the get go as Daniel falls hard to his back, but he is quick to get back up and once again go blow for blow with "The Beast" who once again gains the upperhand by shoving the smaller champion off of him viciously knocking him to his back once again. But before much of a breathe can be taken the newly proclaimed "Maniac" is once again on his feet going blow for blow with the ever angering hardcore monster Dameon.

JC: Something new being shown from Daniel Jacobson, maybe he really has become a "Maniac".

RW: I don't know many people that would drop their weapon willingly to attack Dameon, especially when its legal to use it!

Soon it appears as if Jacobson is gaining the advantage backing Dameon near his corner, but the challenger is quick to respond with a knee to the gut followed up by a couple of stiff clubbing forearm blows to the back, knocking the champ to his knee's. Dameon is quick to back up from Daniel and begin to charge back at him once again, trying to boot the champion in the temple. Daniel moves out of the way, diving to the ground causing Dameon to almost hit the barbed-wire, but "The Beast" catches himself and turns his attention back to Jacobson who is once again to his feet. As the men reach each Daniel drops to a knee and slides past Dameon, locking a single leg of the challenger, while throwing him to the ground, trying to apply a leg lock Daniel quickly gets a stiff heel to the chest for his trouble. Both men roll away from eachother and once again return to a standing position, glaring at eachother the crowd erupts in respect for the openning exchange between the two, both take a quick glance at the crowd then once again lock eyes.

RW: Violent, and amazing, and no weapons haven't even been used yet!

JC: We haven't even begun to see violence yet Randy, there's no blood.

The two men lock up as if trying to test eachothers power, after a quick back and forth struggle Dameon shoves the smaller man off with what seems to be a fair amount of ease, but this time as Daniel Jacobson begins to return to his feet Dameon is quick to land another clubbing blow. Picking the champ back up to a vertical base Dameon grabs a wrist and begins an irish whip into the barbed-wire which is quickly reveresed by Daniel into a beautiful exploder suplex, landing Dameon near the dangerous ropes. Dameon clutches his head tightly as Jacobson crawls towards the ropes where Alexis Shriver waits with words of encouragement.

JC: Some needed words maybe for the champ?

RW: Hey if I had her shouting at me, I think I might fight a little more too, not to mention if she...

JC: Pay-Per-View! Not Playboy channel, chill it.

Dameon is seen using the barbed-wire to pull himself back to his feet as Daniel Jacobson is back to a standing position, seeing his chance Jacobson then moves towards the chair which he had brought down to the ring. Picking up the device the champ quickly spins while swinging the chair and lands the first "hardcore" move of the match across Dameon's back, standing "The Beast" up quicker than previously due to possible puncture wounds in his back now.

JC: Hard shot delivered by Jacobson!

Drawing the chair back once again Jacobson swings, this time missing "The Beast" as he drops to the ground temporarily avoiding more pain, rolling backwards and returning to his feet. Dameon is quick to grab the back of the head of Jacobson pulling him quickly to the ground by his hair, whiplashing the champions head off the canvas and causing him to drop his now former weapon. Lightly tapping his back Dameon cringes but at the same time releases a mild smile while stumbling towards his beginning corner. Leaning down it is quickly made obvious what Dameon was going for, that being his kendo stick.

RW: This could spell bad for Daniel, nothing good ever comes out of that kendo stick.

Waving the stick around Dameon paces towards the rising Jacobson and delivers a three shot assault on the back of the champion, returning him to a prone position. Looking down on the writhing champ Dameon then drops to the ground, placing one knee on the back of Jacobson and one firmly on the ground, he then wraps his kendo stick around the throat of Jacobson and begins to choke with all his might. The ref checks on Jacobson but is helpless in the situation, considering this match is obviously no-disqualification. Soon enough Alexis Shriver has pulled herself to the ropes and is screaming at both Dameon and the referee, to which both react. Hect is first to reach the woman, but Dameon is trailing close behind and as he approaches the ropes Alexis leaps off and is back on safe ground, away from Dameon. But "The Beast" won't let her get away that easy, but instead places a hand on the barbed-wire and swings his stick over the ropes anyways, barely missing the head of the champions fiancee, who lets out a scream while jumping towards the guardrail and laughing fans.

JC: She almost caught another "welcoming" from "The Beast".

RW: Ya, and thats about the last thing you want before a wedding.

Leaving his attention on Alexis one moment too long Dameon has failed to realize that the now recovered Jacobson stands in wait behind him, ready to attack, and as "The Beast" turns around he is met with "The Last Chance" by Daniel Jacobson. Dameon is now layed out flat on his stomach no longer clutching his stick. Getting back to his feet Jacobson calls out for the ladder to be tossed into the ring, which is quickly handled by his fiancee and a couple ring assitants who were standing by for the call. As Jacobson gets his hands on the ladder and pulls it into the ring he delivers a couple speedy stomps to Dameon's back and head.

RW: What could the hardcore champ be thinking of using that ladder for?

JC: Oh I don't know Randy, maybe getting his belt back?

RW: Do you have to be rude about it?

Looking around the ring as if scouting it out Jacobson drags the ladder to the near corner and sets it up vertically, returning to Dameon and giving the bigger man another good couple stomps Jacobson lifts the former hardcore champion to his feet dragging him to the opposite corner from the ladder and after delivering a couple more stiff shots to the body and head Daniel Jacobson throws Dameon hard with a vicious Irish-whip into the ladder across the ring, knocking "The Beast" back to the ground in a heap, clutching his head tightly. Seeming fairly satisfied with himself Jacobson removes the ladder from the corner and slowly begins to set it up in the middle of the ring.

RW: Could this really be it?

JC: I don't believe either man is ready to give up this battle quite yet.

Looking out at the crowd as if for approval Daniel Jacobson slowly begins to make his ascent up the ladder towards his dangling gold strap, but three steps in he is quickly stopped by an elbow delivered to his right knee, bouncing it off the ladder. Before being able to react Jacobson is no longer touching the ladder but instead being held above Dameon's shoulders, with arms stretched wide. Turning towards the corner which he had crawled out of Dameon tosses Jacobson as he collapses to the ground, landing the champion in the barbed-wire laced corner, almost sticking the champion to the ropes. The crowd erupts knowing the sight of blood is soon forthcoming.

JC: Holy god! Daniel Jacobson is bleeding, and not where he wants to be right now.

Daniel Jacobson's jaw lie gapping open as he quivers from the new pain surging through his body, as his back bleeds slightly from the barbed-wire which he had just been thrown against. Dameon however is slowly making his way back to his feet using the ladder as a helper, sitting on the second step for a moment to catch his breathe Dameon begins to laugh at his opponent, still curled up in the corner, attempting to crawl towards the challenger and ladder. Making his way over to Jacobson slowly, Dameon grabs Jacobson by his half torn singlet and rips him to his feet and then in an "irish-whip-like" fashion Dameon sends Jacobson towards the ladder only to pull back with all his force, ripping the singlet half off Jacobson and ripping the champion clean off his feet in the process. Dameon simply laughs with this action and throws the torn material out to the crowd, who are quick to fight over it.

JC: No mercy being shown from Dameon, but maybe too much confidence?

RW: I see where your coming from John, this may be a mistake for Dameon in the long run. Either way, that was a wicked way to take someone down.

With Alexis Shriver yelling at him more Dameon does nothing more than rear a hand at her as he makes his way towards the ladder simply hoisting it up and hauling it over to the corner nearest to the announcers table, and after hollering out a few disheartening words Dameon continues his task of setting up the ladder much like Jacobson had done previously to him.

RW: What could be on that psychopath's mind now?

JC: Only bad things Randy, only bad things...

Picking the champion back up to his feet Dameon leaves him leaning against the ladder before returning to the other corner. Charging in for what looks to be a spear Dameon's progress is quickly haulted as Daniel Jacobson leaps from the corner with a dropkick to the knee causing Dameon to fall forehead first into the bottom step of the ladder, splitting him wide open. Quickly Dameon tries to roll out of the ring momentarily getting caught on the barbed-wire, leading to a loss of some hair from the head of "The Beast".

RW: Dameon leaving a present on the ring ropes.

JC: I don't think he cares, that kick to the shin ended in one hell of a migraine.

Disoriented Daniel Jacobson tries to gather himself as Dameon clutches at his head trying to figure out exactly what is going on. Standing back up Dameon begins to try and look down at his hands that had been grasping his head but instead is met with the barbed-wire wrapped chair to the back of his head for his troubles, leaving him once again face first on the ground. Seizing the opportunity Jacobson asks the ref to assist him out of the ring, and once on the apron is quick to jump and land a half assed elbow across the "edged" chair. Breathing hard Daniel waves over Alexis Shriver who has a bottle of water and supplies the champion with a drink to refresh him a bit.

JC: A little help from his lady friend.

RW: I'm sure a champion can always use that.

Dameon throws the chair from the back of his head as Jacobson can be seen looking under the ring for something. As Dameon crawls towards the announcers table Jacobson has now reavealed a piece of plywood completely layered in barbed-wire. Alexis runs up to her future husband grabbing at his chest as if asking him not to use what he had just pulled from the depths of the ring. But Daniel will have nothing of it politely shoving his fiancee out of the way before delivering another stiff kick to the side of the head of Dameon. "The Maniac" then drags the board to the nearest side of the ring, setting it up on the guardrail and ring apron, as if trying to make it into a table.

JC: The "decision maker" has been created I do believe Randy.

RW: Either way it calls for the E.R.

Grabbing Dameon by his now almost solid crimson hair Jacobson drags the half beaten "Beast" over to where he had placed the board, delivering a couple more chops and jabs Jacobson leans Dameon back onto the board, making sure not to break it. Climbing up on the apron slowly Jacobson is careful not to stab a hole in his hand on the ropes. Making his way to the nearest turnbuckle Jacobson begins to climb, but is almost at a crawling pace due to the pain still racking his body. He then begins to turn towards Dameon, only to be surprised by "The Beast" and a fist to the gut waiting for him, pulling Jacobson's weight down onto his shoulders and turning towards the board Dameon takes a couple steps and jumps, sending himself crashing to the ground along with the now "Death Valley Driven Maniac". Both men convulse and cringe in pain as they try to manuver their ways out of the barbed-wire, the crowd is fast to follow with a "Holy Sh*t" chant to accompany the mayhem taking place in the arena.

RW: Oh my god John, these men really will stop at NOTHING in this match.

JC: I, don't know what to say... I'm just... wow, did you FUCKING see that?!?!

RW: JOHN!?!

JC: OH CRAP!... I'm sorry man, but dude... the whole drop, with the boom, and the blood, and wow... Alexis Shriver is now freaking out only feet from "her champion" who is now bleeding fairly profusely from somewhere on his head. Dameon is first to fully emerge from the barbed-wire, shaking his head to clear some of the blood he begins to try and make sense of where he is while also trying to make his way into the ring. Alexis has now almost fully unwrapped Daniel from the barbed-wire pit he had been placed in head first.

JC: Both men definately feeling the effects of this match so far, it leaves me to ask if they will be the same after?

RW: Can anyone really be the same after a match of this extent?

Lightly lifting up the bottom rope Dameon slides into the ring once again moving towards the ladder but instead setting it up in the middle of the ring, climbing slowly Dameon's blood slicks the steps below him. As Dameon begins to reach the top few rungs of the ladder Alexis Shriver dives into the ring under the ropes and latches herself onto one of the legs of Dameon, pulling and tugging on the way bigger monster above her, trying her best to prevent Dameon from reaching the title Alexis has now begun to bite and claw at the leg of "The Beast". Dameon, after a bit of a struggle, proceeds to boot the female from his foot and turn his attention back to the gold hanging above his head, but as he ascends to within arms reach of the belt Dameon recieves another surprise from Ms. Shriver who has begun to shake the ladder, trying to knock "The Beast" from his perch, not only that, but also distracting Dameon long enough for Daniel Jacobson to make his way up the other side of the ladder grab Dameon by the head and giving him an insane fourteen-foot high "619" tornado DDT off the top of the ladder, sending both men crashing to the ground, Dameon's forehead marks the canvas on impact as Jacobson can be seen bouncing off the mat with huge force. Both men now lie motionless in between the ladder to the championship and the barbed-wire ropes which had already claimed victims.

JC: This has to be one of the best matches I have seen in ages Randy, I won't lie.

RW: You and me both John, these two are giving it their all, and it is amazing so far.

The ref has now removed Alexis from the ring and has returned his attention to the down and bleeding men who lie before him fighting all for a title that still hang precariously above them. As the ref touches the mens backs they both begin to stir, slowly but steadily they are both returning to their feet, the champion a bit ahead of his possibly concussed challenger. Danile Jacobson is first to arrive back at his feet, holding onto the barbed-wire for support, Dameon shortly follows, grasping his throbbing head tightly.

JC: First to make a move here might just have this match in the bag.

RW: Both men look to be running low on fuel thats for sure John.

Daniel Jacobson wanders the ring for a moment till he stumbles across Dameon's kendo stick lieing on the ground near the ladder, picking it up he raises it high above his head signaling the crowd, who simultaneously erupt at the thought of more stick shots in the match. Slowly stalking towards the challenger Jacobson begins to yell down at the bloodied "Beast".

Jacobson: You caused this Dameon, this is all your fault, and now you are going to pay!

Clutching the stick tightly Jacobson lands first one shot across the upper back of the still downed "Beast" echoing the sound throughout the arena. The second finds its mark on the back of the head of Dameon, sending blood flying to the mat. The third and final shot lands across the lower back of Dameon, bowing the challengers body towards the mat.

RW: The champion is meaning business now John!

JC: This could mean victory for "The Maniac"

Picking "The Beast" up from the mat Jacobson looks out to the crowd for a moment, then making a slicing motion across his throat Daniel kicks Dameon in the gut and throwing his head between his legs it now set up for a piledriver or powerbomb. Fighting with Jacobson momentarily, Dameon pulls his head free, then re-delivers it to the stomach of Jacobson, who quickly bends. And without notice Dameon grabs the champion tight by the back of his head, lifts up, and drops Daniel hard with "The Gallow's End", landing Daniels legs into the barbed-wire ropes, sticking him halfway up the ropes, dripping blood.

RW: AMAZING GALLOW'S END FROM DAMEON!

JC: Where did he get the energy to do that?!?

RW: Somewhere deep and dark inside I'm sure John.

Dameon then wobbling falls towards the ladder, gripping onto the fourth step up and beginning to pull himself inch by inch closer to the title. As Dameon slowly climbs his way to victory Alexis Shriver can be seen trying to untangle her champion from the barbed-wire laced ring, finally unlatching Jacobson from the ropes Dameon can be seen nearing the gold. Shriver begins to slap and scream at Jacobson, warning him about his imminent defeat. Jacobson then begins to crawl his way towards the ladder.

JC: Jacobson needs to hurry up or he is gonna lose this match!

RW: Dameon might already be too close to the gold though John.

Reaching the opposite side of the ladder Jacobson begins to climb slowly while shaking the ladder a little to knock Dameon off balance, this works leaving both men to eventually meet at the top of the ladder. First Dameon strikes with a right, followed up by a right from Jacobson, then traded lefts, then rights, both men sit half dazed, clutching the ladder tight. With another right from Jacobson, Dameon can be seen reeling back, holding on to the ladder with a single hand Dameon clutches his head with his other than, slowly rubbing it from forehead to chin, possibly clearing some blood so he can see.

JC: Dameon looks like he can't hold on much longer.

RW: Might our champion retain?!?

But as Jacobson throws another right at the head of Dameon, it is blocked by Dameon's left arm before a red mist spews from the mouth of Dameon, spraying his own blood in the eyes and all over the face of Jacobson momentarily distracting the champion. Reaching out Dameon grabs the back of Jacobson's head with both hands and bounces it three to fours times off the top of the ladder, till finally Jacobson's body goes limp. While falling though Daniel's, leg is caught between two of the steps of the ladder, he is now upside-down and half concious. Looking around for a moment, Dameon realizes where he is and quickly grasps the gold, ripping it down from its perch, then falling to the mat below, clutching the title close.

RW: DAMEON WINS!!! With his own blood Dameon has done it!

JC: God Damn It! I hate that guy, I hate him I hate him, but damn it, he is a good wrestler.

RW: Quick thinking saved Dameon here I think.

"Revolution Begins" can be heard as Dameon lay bloodied still clutching his newly acquired title close to him, the ref moves over trying to help him up, but simply gets shoved off for his trouble as Dameon tries to gather his thoughts. Stumbling around the ring Dameon is quick to find his kendo stick and raise it with his newly gained title into the air in the form of an "X", but before leaving the ring Dameon notices the still hanging Jacobson, helplessely hanging from the ladder. Twist his head slightly Dameon gets that oh so familiar grin across his face and begins to draw his kendo stick back.

RW: You already beat him!

JC: Oh come on is this all really necessary?

But Dameon doesn't swing the stick, instead he lowers it back to his side, reaches his arm out and unlocks Jacobson from the ladder, dropping him to the ground, and with not much more than a tap on the back to Jacobson with the kendo stick, Dameon continues his laughter, exiting the ring and retreating through the crowd with his new gold.

JC: That, was, just, odd...

RW: Ya I don't think I have ever seen that from Dameon...

JC: Either way he is our new hardcore champion, and this can't spell good for anyone in that locker room.

Winner: Dameon

The guitar intro to Plowed by Sponge begins as the arena stands on its feet. Fans with their signs peer to get a glimpse of The Dark Wolf. Then the Drum beat picks up The lights dim and as the vocals start The Dark Wolf swiftly lunges out from backstage to a roar from the crowd. He stands there somewhat transformed by who he was and who is is meant to be.

As the arena welcomes him, his focus changes from his re-found fans. To the ring. A smirk runs sidelong on his face as he charges the ring and circles the ring once.Then leaping hepivots turning and sliding his knee on the apron and looks over the crowd once more.

He nods his head and goes into the ring through the ropes to the far side of the ring.The Dark Wolf climbs the corner turnbuckle and poses as the arena lights up with the flash of cameras that is like a free entrance lightshow. He then drops to the ring as the lights come back up.

RW: Wolf got a huge pop from the crowd who is surely a favorite in SFT and moving up the ranks fast once again.

The Ballad by Testament starts. The lights dim and Redd walks to the ring slowly with his head lowered and just entes the ring.

The crowd greet him with a mixed reaction which Redd doesn’t seem to even notice.

Last is the champion as we hear Basketcase by Greenday hits as he slowly walks to the ring and sits in his corner till his opponent gets in and the bell rings he hands the belt to the ref who raises it to signify it is infact for his US title.

The lights dim. There are things that happen and things that should never happen. This match should of never happened. But its here now, no hiding, no running away. Three men will fight, one will win. It is as it should be.

Dark Wolf starts it up with a quick clothesline. Dark Wolf with a drop kick on Redd, he sees Twilight beginning to get up and nails him with a tequila sunrise. Distribution of the action is one sided for a while. We see Redd break up the count.

RW: Nice beginning to the match.

As the action slows down we see Redd and Twilight working together, each overpowering Dark Wolf with a double axe handle. Twilight now with a lariat on Redd, as Dark Wolf slowly begins to get up he gets a superkick to the face by Twilight, now its Twilights time to go for a pin. The ref counts 1………….2……………..kickout!

JC: So this is the ending is it?

RW: Bad Chemistry at its best!

Redd gets up and nails Twilight and Dark Wolf with forearms, Redd grabs Twilight and drops him on top of Dark Wolf. Redd just exits the ring as the ref gives him the evil eye and the ref counts 1…….2……….kickout by Dark Wolf!

JC: Wheres Redd going?

RW: I think hes had enough, I guess these type of matches aren’t his cup of tea.

Twilight pays no attention to Redd leaving and climbs the turnbuckles and goes off with a flying head butt but Dark Wolf rolls out of the way and Twilight kisses the mat face first!

RW: Damn! That’s gonna hurt tomorrow.

Dark Wolf tired waits as Twilight slowly gets up and turns around Wolf finds him with his own superkick!

JC: Perfection!

RW: Where? Where? Oh you mean the kick? Hah

Dark Wolf grabs Twilight and perfectly does his Midnight, he slowly covers Twilight, and the ref counts 1………2………3!

JC: There it is! WE have a new US champion!

Winner: Dark Wolf

RW: Here we go! This match developed quite a history of the last few weeks. There is a lot of tension between these two.

JC: Of course there is! From the promos out of the both of them this past week, it's evident that they hate each other!

DVD gets a running start at Konnely and connects with a forearm to the temple. Konnely gets knocked back into the cage as DVD follows up with fists to the gut and head of Konnely. DVD then proceeds with the punishment rubbing Konnely’s head across the top rope. He then throws Konnely face first into the cage. Konnely falls backwards and rolls a few feet as DVD doesn't let up and continues to pound on Konnely with elbow drops and quick boots to the gut as Konnely lays helpless in the middle of the ring. DVD then stops and looks at the nearest turnbuckle...he then ascends to the top turnbuckle. He gives the signal for an elbow drop..but missed on his attempt as Konnely rolls desperately out of the way. Konnely then manages to roll himself to the nearest ropes and lifts himself back up. DVD then gets up holding his elbow and grunting in pain. Konnely then quickly spears DVD as he turns around to face him. Konnely then jumps on top of DVD and starts throwing fists to the head. The crowed jumps to their feet as the punishment does not stop from Konnely to DVD. Konnely then gets up and bounces off the near ropes and returns with a nonchalant forearm drop to the chin of DVD. DVD, holding his face, rolls off to the side in pain. As Konnely walks over to DVD he has a sadistic smile on his face. DVD tries to retaliate with punches to the gut but, Konnely just threw him to the side. He then starts to crack up as he kicks DVD around the ring. DVD, getting mad, jumps up and falls right on his face after being tripped by Konnely. Konnely then starts slapping the back of DVD's head. Konnely then went to the ring ropes and took the padding off of the turnbuckle. The crowd then cheered louder as DVD started to pull himself up with the help of the ropes. Konnely then started slowly laughing as he saw DVD wasting his energy trying to get up. Konnely then kicked DVD in the gut causing DVD to fall to the ground once more. Konnely then lifted DVD by the hair and threw him into the padless turnbuckle that knocked the wind out of DVD as DVD hit the ground immediately gasping for air.

RW: He's just toying with him!

JC: DVD needs that all important second wind right about... now!

Konnely then walked over to the other side of the ring and started pulling the padding off of that turnbuckle. DVD somehow though..got up and started charging at Konnely...Konnely, not knowing what was going on, stepped to the side as DVD drove his own shoulder into the paddles turnbuckle on the other side of the ring. Konnely then turned around and started to shake his head laughing. Konnely then started walking around the cage shaking it...looking for something. Konnely then found a spot he liked and walked back over to DVD with a huge smile on his face. DVD, slowly getting dragged over to the other side of the ring by his hair, got dropped on his face as Konnely reached into his tights for something. He then pulled out handcuffs. Konnely then proceeded by handcuffing DVD to the cage through the middle and upper ropes. Konnely the slapped DVD in the face a couple times and backed up as DVD tried to make a charge at him, and broke free of the cuffs. Konnely walked over to the opposite side of the ring and made a running charge at DVD. DVD was able to duck as Konnely went head first into the steel cage. As Konnely wobbled a bit, DVD started throwing fists at Konnely causing Konnely to fall on his back. Konnely then quickly got up and kicked DVD in the gut and walked back over to the opposite side of the ring again holding the back of his head this time. Konnely then made another running start at DVD as DVD again ducked..but this time Konnely didn't only run into the cage..he went threw it..causing both DVD and Konnely to fall to the outside of the floor onto the mat!

JC: Look at the carnage in front of us!

RW: Whats going on here?

Both men are down as the refs stayed a far enough distance knowing the rules of the match. Konnely was the first one up again realizing that DVD had been knocked out due to the fall. Konnely then took the advantage, and started chocking DVD with the pieces of the handcuffs that were nearby. DVD, out of desperation, low blowed Konnely right in the jewels. The crowed gasped as Konnely fell to his knees with now a little higher pitched scream then before. DVD, still out though, tried to crawl to the announce table as Konnely was still agonizing in pain. DVD was able to get to his feet and was able to get a couple of kicks into Konnely before pulling him up by the hair and throwing him back into the ring. DVD then walked over to the side of the barricade and picked up a chair that the ring announcer was sitting in. He then threw it into the ring and crawled in himself. DVD walked over to Konnely, brushing his hair back out of his face with one hand and picking the chair up with the other. DVD then started mouthing Konnely before giving a earth shattering blow to the back of Konnely..Konnely fell to the ground in pain holding his back. DVD brushes his hair back one more time and nailed Konnely in the lower spine area. Konnely then almost went into an unconscious stage. DVD, throwing the chair out of the ring, rolled over Konnely as the ref entered the ring and started to count. 1..2...no kick out! DVD couldn't believe it as he started kicking wildly to the gut of the now bloody Konnely. Konnely rolled over near the ropes as DVD finished his argument with the ref on that last count he thought gone bad. DVD then picked Konnely up by the hair and let him drop to his feet.

RW: Is there something the matter with Konnely? He can't seem to get up on his own!

JC: Yea, i'll tell ya what's wrong. These guys are giving their blood, sweat and tears in this Hell in a Cell match. You wouldn't last two seconds in that match.

DVD starts to gloat to the crowd. The crowd is infuriated and begins to boo loudly. Konnely begins to get to his feet with help from the ropes. Konnely makes it up to hiss feet and stumbles toward DVD. DVD turns around and is surprised to see Konnely who hits him with a vicious DDT.

RW: OH MY GOD!

JC: I think DVD's head went through the mat! I swear to God!

Both men are down. No one is moving. All of a sudden the Hell in a Cell begins to raise back into the rafters.

RW and

JC: Ummm.....

DVD and Konnely begin to stir and start to stand up. Both are leaning on eachother trading right hands to the face. Both men's punches aren't having a lot of effect as they are weak punches. The crowd begins to cheer both of these guys on for a hard fought fight. By this time the Cell is completely back into the rafters.

RW: Who raised the Cell?!

JC: I don't know. What the hell is going on here?!

Suddenly over the guardrail is Ryan Webb. He slides into the ring and begins to pummel DVD. Konnely just falls back down to the mat, either not realizing what's happening or too exhausted to do anything about it. Webb continues his vicious assault until the lights go dark!

RW: What the fuck now?! Why are the lights out?!

Suddenly blue spotlights begin to fill the arena! Fireworks explode at the entrance ramp. "CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES...THIS IS MY LAST RESORT!!!" "Last Resort" by Papa Roach begins to blast throughout the arena!

JC: OH MY GOD?!!!

RW: IT CAN'T BE!!!!

The ICON emerges from the smoke and runs down to the ring. The crowd is going crazy! ICON slides under the ropes over to Webb and DVD.

JC: Who's he gonna help? Webb and ICON look at each other as if they are together! Webb picks up DVD and holds him for The ICON.

RW: ICON and DVD never did like eachother.

JC: They're childhood friends.

RW: More like enemies!

The ICON grabs DVD and throws him to the floor and in a split second hits Webb with a Showstoppa! Webb hits the mat hard and rolls outta the ring. Konnely goes to attact ICON but ICON blocks and hits Konnely with a Showstoppa.

RW: What the hell is going on here?! Konnely is out cold. The Cell is up! Webb is out here interfering.

JC: ::has a look of bewilderment on his face::

ICON reaches out his hand to DVD and helps him up. They hug as the crowd begins to boo loudly at ICON's alliance with DVD. They both laugh at the sight of Konnely being out cold on the mat. They raise eachother's hand. as the crowd fills the ring with beer cups and trash! The bell begins to ring.

RW: The match is over!

JC: I guess someone in the back that actually has a brain has ruled this match a draw.

RW: You have to after interference and the Cell being raised.

JC: ALL CONTROL HAS BEEN LOST HERE TONITE!

RW: The ICON is back. I can't believe it. He has a wife and a daughter now.

JC: It's been FOUR Years since he's been in an SFT ring!

RW: Another historic night ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us. Stayed tuned to have all the questions from tonite answered next week.

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