Pyro fills the Wachovia Center and the arena crowd is on thiei feet going wild. John Cartwright and Randy White welcome us to Lethal Lottery 2009!
RW: Welcome everybody! It's that time of year!
JC: Lethal Lottery bitches!
RW: So many great matches... highlighted by the Lethal Lottery Finals!
JC: That's right, Lethal Lottery tag winners Kyle Murphy and The Dark Wolf face off with the World Heavyweight Champion, Dave Van Dam for all the glory and gold!
RW: Speaking o Dave Van Dam... news broke earlier in the week that The ICON and Dave Van Dam have sold SFT!
JC: That's right... there have been many s
peculating who exactly will show up here to Philidelphia, but the Winds of Change have already started to take effect!
RW: I think we are ready for our opening contest...
Nathan Gust vs Nirvana
Strike Towers Hardcore Championship Match
JC: And here we go Randy, some hardcore action on its way, with the Lord of SFT himself... Nirvana...
RW: And the man he challenges is none other than Nathan Gust!
JC: Two SFT Legends battling for the Hardcore Championship... this should be fun!
RW: It's Der Fuher vs. The Man Behind the Holocaust!
JC: What's with everyone's Nazi obsession around here? I'm Jewish you know.
RW: Shit I better hide my wedding ring.
The arena is plunged into darkness as the sound of gears moving echos through the arena. Gears start to rise from the ramp way, each one moving in it's own way. The Striketron begins to flash pictures of gears moving. The word "MACHINA" appears over the gears in dark crimson.
"Machina" Nirvana's voice calls out through the arena.
The gears continue to move, suddenly moving much faster as a beautiful image of a butterfly emerging from it's cacoon appears on the jumbotron. The arena is plunged into gold which flashes into silver every other second, than back into gold. Images of babies being born and people filing into churches and other social places to appear on the jumbotron. First just a child walking, and than a bear attacking a wolf and ripping it's guts out. A sigh is sent out over the pa as white powder begins to call from the arena celing. Soon, the jumbotron shows images of past Jeff King matches from SFT and RWA. Finaly, the last image shown is of Jeff King holding the SFT title above his head after his first world title win.
The gears move even faster, this time forcing a throne to rise from the area directly in front of the striketron. The sounds coming over the pa speed up. That's when "Play Dead" by Combichrist hits the pa.
"THAT'S RIGHT. LAY DOWN. PLAY DEAD. BE DEAD!"
Nirvana stands up, wearing a long crimson robe. Lucretia appears behind him, her hands running down his chest as he glances out into the audience with his piercing eyes. Within his eyes the audience can see moving gears, almost clockwork in nature. As the bass of "Play Dead" hits Lucretia rips the robe off of Nirvana and flames explode from behind them.
He is dressed in torn and tattered battle clothes. They are black and show wear from any battles, As if it's tradition to wear them in each battle he had. The crowd beings to cheer, but most of them are in awe of him as he walks towards the ring with great stride. He has his trademark cane at his side, the tip sharpened into a spike. Around his neck is barbed wire, tied together into a huge rope of wire. He smiles to the crowd with all the pizazze of a salesman, but with the personality of a shark. Comfortable, yet slightly unsettling images display on the jumbotron, Traditional families eating traditional dinners, watching traditional television, playing with traditional toys...but nobody looks happy. They all have a sullen-eyed look about them which underlies the true feelings inside of them. Jeff makes his way to the ring, spitting in the fans direction, and nodding towards the fans, who, in turn, boo him. Climbing into the ring with Lucretia, he removes his shirt, revealing his wrestling gear beneath it. Lucretia raises his arm above his head and goes in for a passionate kiss, than leaves the ring to take her place at the side. He goes to the to the back turnbuckle and nods to the fans with his cane, which he drops outside the ring with his barbed wire.
JC: Nirvana... perhaps the most 'Hardcore' man to ever step foot in SFT.
"Suffa" by (hed) P.E. starts to play and the fans go wild, not because of who is coming out... but because the song is so dope and fly... and shit. The current SFT Hardcore Champion "Der Führer" Nathan Gust walks out from the backstage area with a smile on his face. The journey down the ramp to the incredible squared circle of SFT begins..., Amanda Summers: Making his way to ring that he will soon own at this time... h stands five feet ten inches and weighs in at an astoundingly fit and lean two hundred and fifteen pounds! He is our master, our idol, and ultimately the man we all prey to before we go to bed! Please give a resounding welcome to the only man to ever make every woman in the world cum three times at the same time just by taking off his shirt! He’s the world’s greatest, he is the inevitable future Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion! "Der Führer" NATHAN GUST!, As the entire arena gives a reaction that can only be seen as ‘God-like’, our superhero and all around good guy finally stops at the bottom of the ramp. He looks around and then walks up the steps. Gust stops at the top of the steps as he points to the camera man and points with his thumb to the back of his jacket. The camera man gets a good look at the jacket as on the back are white words outlined in a charcoal grey that read “White Power”. Nathan walks along the apron as he takes a moment to wipe his feet before entering the ring. As he stands in the center of the ring, he throws his arms in the air as pyro goes off from all four corner posts of the ring! Nirvana steps back into the ring, and starts to approach Gust. Gust a baseball from his trunks and whips it, and connects with the forehead of Nirvana! Nirvana falls back on the mat.
JC: OWW!
RW: Was Gust hiding that the whole time?
JC: You didn't notice the buldge?
RW: I don't spend time staring at Nathan Gust's junk...
Gust throws his arms up in the air as if claiming victory from the get go; the ref soon follows in suit by calling for the bell to ring, signaling the opening of the match. Gust slide out of the ring and starts pulling out a barrage of weapons, including: a stop sign, trashcan, multiple lids, cookie sheets, and a crutch.
JC: Yeah, get this party started with some weapons!
RW: Why is there a cookie sheet under there?
JC: One of wrestling's great mysteries...
Grabbing the trashcan first Gust turns back to Nirvana clubbing him over the head hard with the side of the trashcan, bowing it inwards.
RW: Wicked shot from the champ!
JC: He's a multi-timed champ... Gust knows his way around weapons.
RW: XCW ring a bell?
Dropping the trashcan Gust raises Nirvana up to his feet and quickly whips him into the opposite corner of the ring, Nirvana now sit held up by the ropes in the corner, still dazed after the prematch assault. Grabbing the chair once more Nathan sets it up in front of Nirvana, takes a few paces back, runs back at the chair and leaping off, and throws all his weight into the chest of Nirvana. The impact however doesn't knock Nirvana out of the corner.
JC: Beautiful! Gust is one wily son-of-a-bitch!
Once again retrieving the chair from in front of Nirvana, Gust retreats to the other side of the ring, only to grasp the chair tightly and begin to make another run at Nirvana, but this time he isn't so lucky and with a burst of speed Nirvana lunges out of the corner, leaps into the air, and connects both knees into the chair. Both men now lay on the ground, each one writhes in pain from the prior collision.
JC: Huge counter by Nirvana, and that might have just saved this match for him.
RW: and other things in obvious news... there are people in the audience right now.
Using the bottom rope Nirvana then drags himself from the ring as Gust tries to get his wits about him in the center of the ring. Nirvana looks into the ring and pulls out... a shopping cart.
JC: Seriously... a shopping cart...
RW: Hey, it's from Market Basket! I love Market Basket!
JC: That shopping cart looks to have more weapons... looks like Nirvana planted that before the show.
Nirvana reaches the shopping cart a moment later only to be met with a baseball slide from Gust for his trouble, sending him to the floor and part way up the ramp. Gust rises back to his feet, clutching the top rope in anticipation of Nirvana rising back to his feet, and as Nirvana does this Gust is quick to send himself up and over the top rope down towards Nirvana, Nirvana quickly grabs the shopping cart and pulls it in front of him, causing Gust to land halfway in it, sending both men crashing to the floor in a heap with the shopping cart. The crowd erupts with an immense "Holy Shit!" chant, echoing throughout the arena.
JC: Check-out time for Gust!!
RW: I hope Nirvana has a coupon...
Getting back to his feet Nirvana pulls the shopping cart from Nathan Gust's still limp body, looking out at the crowd momentarily Nirvana shakes his right arm as if trying to ignore the pain and impacts and with one heave sends the shopping cart over the top rope, but just barely. Stumbling back slightly Nirvana once again clutches his right arm as if it was injured.
RW: Nirvana's arm seams to be in pain here... I think he may have hurt it earlier on with the chair.
JC: Never underestimate that man right there Randy, you and I both know that.
Nirvana then turns his attention to Nathan Gust once again, picking the smaller man up and sliding him into the ring, following Nirvana grabs a stop sign and places it near the ropes. Lifting Gust up once more Nirvana lays his legs across the top rope, repositions himself, and drops Gust head first onto the stop sign with a vicious hanging implant DDT. Nirvana then goes for the cover.
JC: He may have it here!
1...
2...
...Kickout!
RW: The champion kicked out, but how much more could he have?
Visibly angered by the kickout Nirvana jumps to his feet and begins to argue with the ref about a "slow count". He is stopped, when Nathan Gust nails him with a low blow from behind. Falling to a knee Nirvana tries to turn up to Nathan Gust but is quickly yanked to his feet and thrown head over heels in a wicked t-bone suplex landing him on the already half-mangled trashcan. Rolling over Gust is quick to make a pin attempt.
1.....
2.....
...Kickout!!!
JC: Barely a two for Gust, Nirvana is still in this!
Looking around the ring Gust finds the shopping cart laid out near one of the turnbuckles and drags it over placing it directly in front of the turnbuckle, Gust piks Nirvana up, whips him towards the ropes, and drop-toe-holds him onto the shopping cart.
RW: FACED!
While Nirvana's upper body is resting on the shopping cart, Gust wraps his right arm in the shopping cart handle. Gust grabs a steel chair, and raises it above his head.
JC: No! Don't do it!
Gust comes down with the chair across Nirvana's elbow, and Nirvana jumps off the cart in pain, holding his arm in pain. Gust grabs the arm, and arm drags him across the ring, and Nirvana slides out and starts to walk back to the back, holding his arm. Gust chases him up the ramp, grabs him arm, and locks it into a crossface chickenwing.
RW: Oh my god! Look at King's arm!
JC: It is not supposed to be bent that way. You can see the bone pushing against the skin!
The referee takes one look at Nirvana's arm and immediatly calls for the bell!
RW: The bell has been called, but Nirvana didn't tap!
JC: That's the right call ref, Nirvana is hurt here.
Gust lets go of Nirvana, and Nirvana drops to his knees and his arm limply dangles.
RW: Gross.
JC: I guess Gust retains due to ref stoppage...
RW: Uh duh... he broke Nirvana's arm!
Medics rush out from the back, and Nirvana pushes them out of the way with his good arm, then heads to the back on his own. Gust his handed his Hardcore title and drapes it around his shoulder and watches Nirvana leave.
Coming Soon on SFT Home Video...
Shadow... Havoc... Aj Nin Red Rum... Connor MacDaddy... Nirvana...
It's Legends like these and many more that have shaped SFT into what it is today... but that's not what this DVD Collection is about!
Experience the very worst moments and characters in SFT History in the new 3-disc set: StrikeCrap - The Worst in SFT History!
Re-live the ICW 'Invasion'!
Witness the gang warfare of Crip and Blood!
fast-foreward through the epic jouney of Blood Money!
and discover the strangest characters in SFT history: Punkman, SuperGuy, Kabal 2040, Chi Cho, Jesus Christ... and many more!
Available on Laserdisk, VHS, DVD and Blu-Ray in September.
Dameon vs Jared Mayer
Strike Towers Intercontinental Championship Match
"I'm
submerged in filth, fragmented chaos." The words echo through the
entire arena, calming the crowd momentarily before the continuance of
the song brings in red and white strobe lights. The pace of the song
picking up brings along the words "Morphing Begins! I Am Becoming A
God!" as Dameon steps out from behind the curtains with his ever trusty
kendo-stick in one hand, and his Intercontinental title firmly gripped
in the other... As "Prism and Gate" by Scar Symmetry continues to play
"The Beast" slowly begins to make his way down the ramp, aiming his
stick into the ring and beginning to shit talk his opponents if not
just everyone around the ringside area. Looking towards some seemingly
"hardcore" loving fans Dameon points out to them with his kendo stick,
causing them to erupt as Dameon latches onto a couple shoulders while
he places his foot on the guardrail, hoisting himself up to take a good
look at the crowd, who responds accordingly with another loud roar."Now
as my soul is yearning. Morph to new paradigms. Find wisdom in the
learning. My will always finds a way. See the embers burning. Sense no
dividing line. Same being, dead or living My will burns through time!"
Laughing for a moment, Dameon then hops down from the guardrail,
continuing to make his way to the ring, the whole time slightly
grinning. Dameon then leaps up onto the apron taking another look out
at the crowd as he throws his arms out in a very "Messiah-like" fashion
before throwing up the ever so familiar "X" above his head. Dameon then
rotates back to the ring, entering it slowly, placing his kendo stick
in the corner, and handing off his title to the ref before the bout
begins... Dameon then makes his way back into his corner, and begins
loosening up for his match.
Dameon comes down first to the ring. A hail of cheers and mostly boos reigning down on the ring and the arena. Dameon gives a sneer and smiles as only he knows how to do.
RW: What a loveable guy.
Jared Mayers music plays as the big man comes out slowly. A hail of boos ringing loudly as most people do not like the monster. But Jared does not notice. Jared does not care.
Both men stand toe to toe in the ring. The bell rings and we are off. Dameon with a quick upper cut on Dameon followed by a clothesline. From the back we see several wrestlers make their way to ringside. We see Saint Jude and Redd as well as The Accountant? All come down to the ring.
Dameon pays no attention.
Dameon with a hip toss followed by a guillotine leg drop on the big man. Jared slowly gets up but only to be knocked down by a shoulder block. Dameon
gets some speed and bounces off the ropes with a shining wizard kick,
as he nails it we see the men on the outside cheering him on. Soon enough though we see Jack Jones make his way down to the ringside as well. This Dameon does notice.
JC: Dameon
has been dominating this match pretty easily which is surprising but
now what really puzzles me is the guys on the outside, what are they
doing out there?
RW: From the looks of it theyre cheerleaders for Dameon, so they either really like Dameon or really hate Jared.
JC: Probably the latter.
Dameon with a Beast Bomb Alpa which gets the crowd on their feet. Dameon with a cover...
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
RW: how Jared kicked out of that is beyond me.
Dameon has had enough as he setups and executes his Gallow’s End and nails it perfectly on the monster known as Jared. He covers Jared and the ref counts...
1.....
2.....
3!!
As
the bell rings we see Jack Jones enter the ring and with a flash of the
eye nails him with a lariat almost taking off Dameons head. Jack smiles as he exits the ring with Redd and Accountant only looking on with big smiles.
JC: I just got word from the back... we have an update on the condition of Nirvana.
RW: We regret to inform you, Nirvana has suffered from a seriously broken arm and is currently in the Emergency room at Philidelphia Metro Hospital.
JC: Get well soon, Nirvana.
Josh Konnely vs Scicotia
#1 Contender to the Strike Towers Intercontinental Championship
Scaffold Match
RW: And now the well waited for Scaffold Match!
“NEVER
BACK DOWN IN THE FACE ANGER!” The lights flicker, then go out as
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed blares through the arena. A yellow
light illuminates the stage area, and 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.
AS: The following match is a
Scaffold match! Introducing first, hailing from Bridgeport,
Connecticut, weighing in at 200 pounds, Josh Konnely!
He steps
into the ring and climbs onto the platform, holding on to one of the
thick chains supporting the platforms suspension while awaiting his
opponent’s arrival.
JC: This is one of the most dangerous
matches created in the wrestling world. The platform will rise once
both wrestlers are on it, reaching a height of about sixty feet above
the ring. The rules are simple; knock your opponent to the mat below.
It’s very dangerous.
RW: No, she’s dangerous.
As the
opening riffs of "Step Up" begin to blare throughout the arena we can
see glitter begin to fall from the ceiling in front of the curtain as
green, pink, white, and red strobe lights begin to fill the arena with
their light. A moment later as the lyrics strike we can see Scicotia
Skie pop out through the curtains smiling as she begins to lightly skip
her way down the ramp.
AS: And his opponent, hailing from Tampa, Florida and weighing at 162 pounds, Scicotia Skie!
Scicotia
poses to the crowd; acting as if they were worshipping her, then climbs
carefully onto the platform, walking to the other side of the platform,
across from Konnely, holding on to another chain awaiting the rise. Two
referees went to each side of the platform, giving precautionary advice
before the rise. As they both get nods, they back up, the platform now
beginning to rise.
RW: And now they rise, higher and higher into the Heaven’s, awaiting judgment.
JC: What are you on about Randy?
RW: No idea John. No idea.
The
platform comes to a shaky halt, the two wrestlers watching their
footing as their knees wobbled below them. They released the chains in
unison, the bell sounding just as they did so. Scicotia took off at a
run, aiming at Konnely with contempt in her eyes. Konnely dropped,
taking her legs into his and allowing her to hit the platform hard. She
lifted her head, clutching her chin after impact. He stood up, dropping
an elbow across her back hard before grabbing her arm in a lock.
JC: I don’t see why he’s using submissions; the point of the match is to launch her off the platform.
Scicotia
fought from the keylock, twisting her body and forcing a release. She
grabs Konnely in a sitting headlock, wrenching down on his head as
tightly as she could muster. Konnely got to a knee, then to his feet,
using his power to lift her in a backdrop. She rolls off his back,
landing sketchy on her feet, half of her left foot off the platform.
She fixates her footing and drops to a knee, providing more force in
the elbow she delivers to Konnely’s spine. He drops to his knees; a
hand placed over the impact spot.
RW: You notice she could have had a horrible slip, right?
JC: It’s a scaffold match Randy, any misstep could send you for a fall of your life.
Scicotia
has placed Konnely in a revised chinlock, placing her leg against
Konnely’s spine and wrenching hard on his neck. She puts her nails on
his face, digging as she used the other hand to keep his chin
stationary. Konnely began bleeding, droplets of blood forming on his
cheeks as she continued to scrape them across his face. He sat down,
her hand slipping off his chin as he turned over in place, grabbing her
feet and sending her laying on her back. She held the back of her head
after it rebounded off the platform. Konnely grasped her head in a
headlock, choking her with his force.
Her face began to turn
red, the lack of oxygen showing. She began to fight harder, grabbing at
Konnely’s hands and hoping for a break. She couldn’t pry them apart, a
light shade of purple now forming on her face. She held up a middle
finger, jabbing it into his eye. He released quickly, his hands going
quickly to his eye as he rolled off of her. She didn’t attempt to wait
for him to recover, running at him and dropkicking him in the ribs. He
flips over to his back, hands quickly exchanging grasp to his ribs.
JC: Scicotia seems to have the upper hand now, putting a pounding on Konnely with everything she has!
RW: Every move she makes seems to be getting him closer to the edge.
She
begins to punch him repeatedly in the same place she kicked him,
causing him to cover the area with his arm. She lets out a sadistic
howl, standing up and driving her elbow into his chest. He flips to his
stomach, trying to fight through the attacks and stand up. He gets as
far as his hands and knees before she drops ass-first on his back,
sending him crashing into the mat again. She puts him in a camel clutch.
JC: Enough with the submissions! We want to see someone tossed!
RW: Wow John, hope for their death why don’t you?
Scicotia
pulls back hard, but with a force of desperation, Konnely pushes up,
lifting himself along with Scicotia on his back, to his feet. She holds
on, placing the lock into a choke and hoping he would fall to his knees
again. Konnely jumps, landing on Scicotia with a huge impacting crunch.
The platform shook, the chains rattling on each corner as they landed,
threatening to release their hold.
Konnely got back to his feet,
Scicotia having relinquished her hold after the impact and now holding
her ribs. Konnely begins to stomp her, becoming vicious with his
attacks now. He walked to the edge of the platform, seemingly
sympathetic for Scicotia now. She began to get up, favoring her ribs as
she got to one knee. Konnely walks over to Scicotia, seeming cocky now
that he has the upperhand. He grabs her hair, where she turns around
and punches him in the face. He falls back limp, hitting the mat
without motion. Scicotia puts something back in her tights before
walking over to Konnely.
JC: I’m looking at this replay… yes! She had brass knuckles! She went dirty and low, putting the bigger man down!
RW: This is a dirty game, a very dirty game. She’s just getting that little bit dirtier to get to that win.
Scicotia
was busy rolling Konnely to the end of the platform, having him inches
from the border in minutes. She continued to push, getting closer and
closer to victory. He dangled half way off the platform as she gave one
last push. He rolled off, his body contorted in a strange way as she
laid on the platform, exhausted. When it finally struck her, she jumped
to her feet, a howl emitting from her mouth as she celebrated victory.
JC: He’s hanging on and she doesn’t even notice it! She hasn’t won yet!
Scicotia,
not noticing that the bell hasn’t sounded, posed to the crowd at the
edge of the platform, one hand on the chain, the other on her hip. She
was obviously waiting to be lowered. Konnely pulled himself up, placing
half his body on the platform before rolling to the center. He finally
got to his feet when Scicotia turned around, running at him with fury.
He twisted his body, grabbing her arm and slamming her with an arm
toss. They both got up and he hit her with a hiptoss.
RW: This match has just begun!
Scicotia
got up a final time, receiving a boot to the stomach. She dropped to a
single knee, her arm draped across her stomach, while Konnely waited
for her to stand. The moment she stood up completely, he grabbed her
arm, wrapping it around her own throat as he stepped behind her,
grabbing the other arm and placing it over its twin. He jumped in the
air, still having the arms around her throat, placing his knees in her
spine as he fell. Her body bent awkwardly over his knees, flipping off
instantly as she held her neck more than anything. The whiplash
obviously the more painful of the maneuver.
JC: What the hell was that?
RW: If I had to put a name on it… I’d say it was a cross-armed choke, with an inverted knee driver.
JC: A complicated name for something so… not.
Konnely
pinned her for a moment, obviously still dazed from the brass knuckles.
He looked around momentarily, noticing his placement once again and got
up, grabbing her hair and pulling her to the edge of the platform. She
screamed, clutching at his hands while she was dragged. He put her head
over the edge before jumping up and dropping a leg on it. For a second
she was still and he stood up, prepared to toss the rest of her body
off of it.
RW: We just got word. The platform will rise to one hundred feet if the match isn’t finished in two minutes.
JC: By who’s orders?
RW: Who else’s?
Konnely
received a kick to his back, Scicotia showing her flexibility as she
tried to fight back. She kicked him again, rolling to her stomach and
getting up quickly. She jumped on his back, letting loose with multiple
punches to his face. He walked to the center of the platform, grabbing
the arm that punched at him, and threw her forward off his back. He
stomped on the hand that was reaching for the brass knuckles, kicking
it away and sitting on top of her back. He reached into her pants,
searching.
JC: What the hell is he doing? This isn’t time for feelskies!
RW: Every time is the right time for feelskies… if it involved a woman of course.
Konnely pulled out the gleaming copper object, holding it into the air for a moment before launching it into the crowd below.
JC: Let’s just hope whoever got it wasn’t first hit by it.
RW: Yeah, no one likes a lawsuit.
He
grabbed her by the hair, lifting her to her feet before slamming her
back to the ground with a modified STO. She grabbed her head, rolling,
screaming, cussing at Konnely with all the might she could. He ignored
her, grabbing her again and lifting her once again to her feet. She
released the hold, grabbing his head and jumping into the air, a
sit-out facebuster being delivered with force. He flipped to his back,
his hand on his nose. She got up, sat on his chest, and began
unleashing everything she had on his face. The claw marks on his face
began to bleed once again.
JC: She’s gone ballistic!
She
tore at his face, slapped it, and punched it. She didn’t stop the
onslaught, aiming to keep swinging until he was unconscious or her arms
gave out. Konnely was fed up, pushing her off of him and nipping up
faster than she could react. She got up, anger flushed on her face as
she got in stance to strike. Konnely looked at her with a casual,
uncaring face, waiting for her to make a move.
She ran at him,
meeting him where he stood, barely away from the middle of the
platform, where he knelt down and throw her, a shoulder toss high into
the air. She forced herself to flip, landing on her feet, just at the
edge of the platform. Konnely ran at her, aiming to finish it by
knocking her off, when she threw her foot back, connecting with his
chin hard. He once again fell limply back, hitting hard on the platform
as it now began to rise. Shaking, Scicotia grabbed the chain, holding
on for dear life as it rose.
RW: Okay, it will go ten feet higher every minute the match isn’t over!
JC: Who cares about that? Did you see that superkick? Perfect placement! Konnely must be out!
The
platform came to a shaky halt, Konnely unmoving but Scicotia falling to
a knee where she stood. When she was sure it was safe to stand again,
she did, walking over to the flattened Konelly, picking him up by his
head. He seemed limp, barely conscious and she spat in his face.
Konnely looked square in her face and smiled, grabbing her and hitting
a perfect Egocide.
JC: EGOCIDE! EGOCIDE!
RW: She’s not moving!
Konnely
no longer played around, grabbing her and dragging her to the edge of
the platform. He looked down at her, spitting in her face before
muttering the words, “Bye bitch.” He pushed her over with his foot,
where she fell helplessly to the mat with a loud thud. He looked at
her, almost with pity, and grabbed the chain, dropping to a knee as it
lowered.
JC: Thank God, the medics are checking her as we speak. That was damned near seventy feet of a drop.
RW: Though, we do have a clear winner.
AS: Here’s your winner, Josh Konnely!
Nathan Gust is seen walking in the back corridors, when an unknown man approaches him.
Man: Excuse me, sir... are you Mr. Nathan Gust?
Nathan Gust: I didn't do it.
Man: Do what?
Nathan Gust: Huh? Uh... nothing... Yeah, I'm Der Fuher.
Man: I'm sorry Mr. Fuher... I'm looking for Mr. Gust.
The man starts to walk away, but Nathan stops him.
Nathan Gust: Ehh... I'm Gust.
Man: You are?
Nathan Gust: Yeah... what do you want?
Man: The new owner of SFT would like to speak with you.
Nathan Gust: He would? ...I'm gunna get banned again, huh?
Man: I don't know, sir.
Nathan Gust: *sigh* Where is he?
The man holds up a cell phone. Nathan looks confused and answers the phone.
Nathan Gust: Hello?
The scene cuts back to ringside.
The
Accountant vs Anishinabe
Strike Towers United States Championship
Native American Burial Ground Match
JC: US Title match, coming up!
RW: You know, I was thinking... Native Americans don't have to pay taxes on thier land... that's gotta piss the Accountant off.
JC: Sure does!
"Life Or Death" by C.murder hits the PA System as Anishinabe comes down to the ring. He stops and looks at the Burial Ground, and continues to the ring.
RW: You know I can't help but to mention that this match concept is slightly racist.
JC: Only slightly.
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. The referee calls for the bell and Accountant begins to circle Anishinabe. Anishinabe zips around the ring, striking here, striking there, until the Accountant has enough, grabs Anishinabe and throws him into a corner. Accountant rushes into the corner after his opponent, only to be met by a boot to the face. Accountant reels backward and is soon speared by Anishinabe. Anishinabe immediately begins to pound on the Accountant but is soon pushed off.
RW: Talk about two vastly different people.
JC: The Accountant is the Taxman... I don't think the US Government has been to kind to Native Americans in the past...
Both the Accountant and Anishinabe are on their feet exchanging blows. The Accountant gets the upper hand and administers a hip toss. Anishinabe lands awkwardly but is soon back up, racing back towards his opponent. The Accountant braces himself, but Anishinabe whips around his opponent and soon lays the Accountant out with a neckbreaker. At this point Anishinabe slides out of the ring and disappears under the ring.
JC: What the hell?
RW: Holy crap! He's brought out a mace! Anishinabe is taking a mace into the ring!
JC: That'll certainly draw its share of blood!
Anishinabe slides back into the ring and begins twirling the mace menacingly. A genuine look of shock is on the Accountant's face as he steps about warily. Anishinabe continues to advance and moves to strike with the mace. Accountant sidesteps and the sound of the mace cutting through the air draws an audible response from the crowd. Anishinabe whips the weapon around like the blades of a helicopter and slams it down in Accountant's direction once more. This time it gets stuck in the mat.
RW: I don't think that mace can be written off his taxes...
As Anishinabe struggles to dislodge the mace, the Accountant moves in for a big boot but Anishinabe ducks under it, dropping the mace handle, and wraps Accountant up for a full-nelson suplex.
JC: The Accountant almost landed on that mace!
RW: I think he's more worried about the family jewels!
Indeed, Accountant lands with his legs spread, his crotch just inches from the mace. Both he and Anishinabe get back up quickly, locking up, but this time Accountant gets the upper hand. Accountant puts Anishinabe through an atomic drop. The Accountant grabs Anishinabe once more, whips him into the ropes and lays him out with a big boot. The Accountant grabs the mace, looks at is disdainfully, and throws it out of the ring. He then makes his way over to a corner, and begins to expose the ring of the turnbuckle by removing the padding. In the meantime, Anishinabe is back on his feet and makes a b-line for his opponent. The Accountant, utilizing some sort of extrasensory perception, moves out of the way at the last moment. Anishinabe notices the exposed turnbuckle and baseball slides out of the ring. He once more disappears under the apron, this time emerging with a bowie knife.
JC: Jesus Christ! I think Anishinabe is going to scalp The Accountant!
RW: So what... he's a Native American... in a Native American Burial Ground match... and you assume he's going to start scalping people... I'm surprised at you John.
Anishinabe slides back into the ring, and begins to swing the knife wildly. Accountant dodges most of the attacks before stopping one in midair. It begins a war of muscle as the competitors wrestle back and forth with the knife, each bringing the blade dangerously close to their opponent's body. At length, Anishinabe strikes the Accountant with a blow to the head but it is the Accountant who ends up with the knife in his hands. The Accountant is quick to throw the blade at Anishinabe and the knife slices through Anishinabe's tights.
RW: I think I see blood!
Anishinabe and Accountant meet once more in the ring, with Anishinabe coming out on top with an armbreaker. Anishinabe then moves to whip Accountant into a corner, but Accountant reverses the whip with one hell of a clothesline. Anishinabe is back up quickly and the two trade blows, but Accountant gets the upper hand and succeeds in whipping Anishinabe in the direction of the exposed turnbuckle. Accountant follows his opponent into the corner, but Anishinabe grabs the ropes, jumps up and lands behind the Accountant. Anishinabe grabs the Accountant and delivers a quick backbreaker. Anishinabe then brings the Accountant back to his feet and moves to slam the Accountant's head into the turnbuckle, but Accountant will have none of it. He delivers a blow to Anishinabe stomach followed by a snap powerbomb and an elbow drop.
RW: I think this was more interesting when the Mace was involved.
The Accountant drags Anishinabe out of the ring and now they are fighting by the Burial Site. Anishinabe starts fighting back and they are trading blows. The Accountant kicks Anishinabe, and nials the Guilty as Charcged into the open plot!
JC: Guilty as Charged powerbomb in the Burial Site! He just needs to bury him!
The Accountant grabs the shovel and is about to start to dig, but then stops himself.
JC: Why is he stopping?
RW: He doesn't want his suit dirtied!
The Accountant motions to the back, and 12 men in suits come from the back and start shoveling the grave in.
RW: Who are these people?
JC: I think they are people having thier taxes audited... they are like slaves to the Accountant!
The refree rings the bell as the grave is filled.
RW: It looks like The Accountant wins!
JC: WINNER via METHOD!
RW: What?
JC: Huh?
RW: So... is this arena haunted now?
JC: What?
RW: Well, there's an Indian Burial ground in it...
JC: Oh you're bad.
Kyle Murphy vs The Dark Wolf vs Dave Van Dam
Strike Towers World Heavyweight Championship
Lethal Lottery Finals
JC: MAIN EVENT! MAIN EVENT!
RW: Calm down!
JC: NO!!!!
RW: Well... you have a reason to be excited a guess. In just a moment, we will crown the 2009 Lethal Lottery winner, and perhaps a new World Heavyweight Champion...
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.
JC: Man... The Dark Wolf... this guy gives me the heebie jeebies.
RW: No... I think you got that from a hooker in Sandusky, Ohio.
Gold pyro explodes at the stage as "MutherFucker Of The Year" by Mötley Crüe begins to play. Green and gold lights flash around the arena, and the ramp glows gold. Kyle Murphy emerges from the back to a huge pop from the crowd. He nods in acknowledgment, but begins a focused walk down to the ring. At ringside he hops to the top of the steel steps, then walks backwards to the center of the ring apron, raising his left arm out at his side as he does so. Wiping his boots on the edge of the canvas, he steps between the ropes and enters the ring. He crosses to the up right corner and climbs to the second ropes, flexing his muscles in various poses while the crowd cheers and camera flashes shoot off all around. After a moment he steps down and waits.
JC: "The Standard" Kyle Murphy... what a career this guy has had!
RW: It's been World title after World title. He's been... well... The Standard for consistant greatness in SFT!
"Changes" by Tupac hits the PA and Dave Van Dam walks out from the back and pyro explodes throughout the arena. As he makes his way down to the ring pyro in the pattern of DVD shoots off behind him. He hits the ring and the word Icon blazes the ringside area. Dave holds the SFT World Championship high in the air.
JC: Dave Van Dam, the SFT Champion and Owner!
RW: Make that FORMER Owner. The news broke last week that both DVD and The ICON have sold SFT... we still don't know to who!
JC: Right, we also have been told that if DVD should lose the title here... he will take an extended leave of absence from the SFT roster.
RW: He's laying it all on the line here...
DING DING DING
Dave Van Dam is looking at The Dark Wolf and Kyle Murphy, Dark Wolf is looking at Murphy and DVD, and Murphy is looking at Dark Wolf and DVD as the three lock up.
JC: A triple lock up?! I haven’t seen that in a while.
RW: Reminds me of one time in Cabo...
JC: Stop...
The three men jockey for position and the lock up is broken up when Kyle Murphy hits both DVD and Dark Wolf in their guts. Murphy catches them both with shots backing them away. Murphy clotheslines The Dark Wolf down to the mat and then catches Van Dam with a heel kick. DVD stumbles backward into a corner. Murphy lifts Dark Wolf up and body slams him. Murphy charges at DVD in the corner and clotheslines him, squashing in the turnbuckles.
RW: Murphy has started this match quickly.
JC: Let's see if he can finish it!
Murphy dropkicks Dark Wolf sending him flying out the ring and to the floor. Murphy turns his attention back to DVD. Murphy pulls DVD out of the corner and kicks him in the gut and hits a pulling piledriver. Murphy covers DVD.
1.....
2.....
The Dark Wolf breaks up the count.
JC: Dark Wolf isn't just going to let Murphy get the title like that!
Murphy gets up and Dark Wolf is almost up when Kyle Murphy grabs him and body slams him again. Murphy runs off the ropes and hits a dropkick on Dark Wolf. Murphy covers Dark Wolf.
1.....
2.....
Dave Van Dam breaks up the count
Kyle Murphy gets up and double ax handles Van Dam before he can get up. Kyle Murphy gets up and drops an elbow on DVD. Murphy then goes to a corner and hops up on the middle rope. Murphy jumps off and misses an elbow drop attempt on DVD.
RW: Murphy took a chance and he missed.
JC: Well he's been on a roll til here.
Murphy and DVD get up slowly and DVD grabs Murphy and hits a belly to back suplex out of desperation. Dark Wolf is up and grabs DVD and hits a DDT driving DVD’s head into the mat. Dark Wolf turns DVD over on his back and hooks a leg.
1.....
2.....
Kickout!
The Dark Wolf stands up and hits a leg drop after bouncing off the ropes on DVD and covers.
1.....
2.....
Kyle Murphy breaks the pin.
Murphy makes the save and TDW is right on top of Murphy, pummeling him. Dark Wolf gets up and brings Murphy to his feet. Dark Wolf lifts up Murphy and hits a suplex. Dark Wolf sets Murphy up nicely and then climbs to the top rope. Dark Wolf jumps off for a moonsault but Murphy rolls out of the way and TDW crashes to the mat hard. Murphy is about to do something to Dark Wolf when DVD attacks him from behind. DVD grabs Murphy and hits a snap suplex and then makes a cover.
RW: DVD with a cover!
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2.....
Kickout!
DVD stands up and brings Murphy to his feet. DVD wraps his arms around Murphy’s waist and hits an overhead belly to belly suplex.
RW: Dave is bustin out the textbook!
DVD then sets up Murphy near the corner and goes for a running splash but Murphy gets his knees up and Dave flies into his knees his knees.
RW: Kyle got his knees up!
JC: That's why they call him "The Standard"
RW: I'm pretty sure that's not why they call him that... but let's continue.
Dark Wolf comes back into the fray with a low blow on Murphy as he is getting up and then plnts him with a DDT. The Dark Wolf sees Van Dam slowly getting up so Dark Wolf tackles him down. Dark Wolf brings DVD to his feet and lifts him up on his shoulders and goes for a death valley driver but DVD nails Dark Wolf in the head with a couple of elbows. Dark Wolf drops DVD on his feet and DVD picks Dark Wolf up on his shoulders looking for a death valley driver as well but just like DVD.
RW: DVD went for the DVD, now it's TDW with a DVD!
JC: huh?
Dark Wolf nails DVD in the side of the head with a couple of elbows. DVD drops Dark Wolf on his feet but before Dark Wolf can mount any kind of offense DVD catches him with a boot to the gut. Van Dam goes for a suplez, but Murphy jumps in, and it's a double suplez from Dave Van Dam and Kyle Murphy on The Dark Wolf.
RW: Could we see an alliance?
Dave clocks Kyle Murphy on the side of the head, knocking him down.
JC: Nope.
DVD picks up The Dark Wolf and they tie-up. Dave backs TDW into the corner, and the ref makes them break up. The Dark Wolf and Dave Van Dam seperate to see Kyle Murphy down on one knee. They look at each other and nod, then both begin to run towards Murphy. Kyle stands and runs right back at them. TDW and DVD attempt to double clothesline The Superior One, as Murphy tries to clothesline both of them. The three of them collide with an audible smack as four arms slam into three chests, knocking all three men to the mat.
JC: Oh man! That double team effort backfired in a big way!
RW: You're right about that, John. Dark Wolf and Van Dam thought they would temporarily subdue the unquestionably biggest and strongest man in the match- Murphy outweighs both former champions by over sixty pounds- but that did not work out so well at all. Instead, their double clothesline gets met with Kyle's massive arms hitting a double clothesline of his own, and these three legends met in a brutal pile-up!
Van Dam and Dark Wolf slowly work their way to their feet again, and now turn their attention back to each other. A fist fight ensues, which The Dark Wolf soon gets the better of, backing Dave to the ropes and then clotheslining him out of the ring. Van Dam flips over the ropes, landing on his feet on the floor, but his face bounces off the ring apron. Wolf then turns and charges Murphy, going for a cross body as Kyle gets to his feet.
Wide-eyed, Murphy reacts just in time, catching The Dark Wolf in mid-air across his massive chest. Kyle turns around 180 before jumping up and squashing TDW with a thunderous fall forward slam. Grinning confidently, Kyle steps out to the ring apron and makes his way to the top rope.
JC: Kyle Murphy is going to the top rope?! It's been a long time since we've seen anything like that from this true heavyweight!
RW: The Standard is really showing what the Lethal Lottery and that World Heavyweight Championship mean to him, John. He'll absolutely crush The Dark Wolf flat if he hits whatever he has in mind here!
As Kyle Murphy stands on the top rope ready to dive off, Dave Van Dam hops up onto the ring apron and gives him a forceful shove. The strong push of Van Dam throws Murphy off the top rope, and he freefalls to the outside face first, using his right hand to brace himself and prevent from face planting into the thinly padded concrete.
JC: Oh no! The thud of his 272 pound body slamming to the floor echoes throughout the arena!
RW: He could be hurt, John. All that weight just came crashing down on that right arm as he caught himself, and he appears to be in quite a bit of pain.
JC: He is holding that arm, Randy. He could have broken the wrist or the forearm on that landing.
RW: Yeah, or dislocated the whole shoulder!
The referee sees this as well and goes outside to check on the apparently injured four-time champion. Dave Van Dam appears concerned as well, until The Dark Wolf charges and spears DVD in the ribs, sending Dave flying off the ring apron and face first into the security barrier. Dark Wolf follows Dave out to the floor.
JC: Ouch, Van Dam seemed worried about the harm which he may have caused Murphy, and he just ate the security wall for his effort.
RW: The Dark Wolf, on the other hand, either didn't notice or doesn't care. I can't say I blame him, in any case. The SFT Championship has to be his number one concern if he wants to regain what Dave took from him last month.
The Dark Wolf keeps his focus on the reigning World Champion, grabbing Dave by the hair and pulling him to his feet. TDW kicks DVD in the gut, and drops him across the security railing with a powerbomb. Not wasting any time, he lifts Dave's crumpled carcass off the floor and dumps him back in the ring. He slides in right behind the champ and goes for a cover. The referee, still outside, sees this and slides into the ring to make the count
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2...
JC: Kick out by Van Dam!
The Dark Wolf checks with the ref, who tells him it was two. Referees and trainers are rushing down to ringside now to tend to Kyle Murphy on the outside so that the match official can go back to calling his match. Dark Wolf ignores them and backs to the corner, where he waits on Van Dam. Dave gets to his feet and Wolf charges, hitting a shining wizard on the champ. He pins again.
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2...
RW: Again Van Dam kicks out!
The Dark Wolf now appears to be growing frustrated about his inability to put Dave Van Dam away. He stays on the attack, pulling Van Dam to his feet and setting him in position for the inverted DDT he calls Midnight.
JC: He's got him in position for that reverse DDT!
RW: If he hits Midnight, we could have a new-old World Champion!
Dave Van Dam manages to twist out and escape the inverted facelock, shoving The Dark Wolf off.
JC: PERFECTION! The Dark Wolf hits Perfection out of nowhere!
RW: That superkick may have knocked out Van Dam! The Dark Wolf is going to do it! New champion! New champion!
JC: Dave Van Dam escaped Midnight, but got Dark Wolf's boot in his face instead!
The Dark Wolf circles to Van Dam's head and drops to a knee, pulling Dave's head up and applying a grounded dragon sleeper.
RW: It's the Wolf's Jaws! Even if Van Dam's not knocked out, he's going to have to tap out or pass out!
At ringside, EMTs have just lifted Kyle Murphy onto a stretcher when suddenly Murphy hops off and slides into the ring right in front of The Dark Wolf. Kyle slaps his hand around the throat of Dark Wolf with a single arm choke which forces TDW to break his hold on DVD. Murphy brings Dark Wolf to his feet and hits him with a suplex from the chokehold.
JC: A choke suplex! Murphy is such a dangerous suplex machine!
RW: And that was his "injured" arm, John! What the Hell?!
Kyle Murphy has a vicious, angry look on his face as he stalks The Dark Wolf and brings him to his feet. He sets him up almost as if going for a T-Bone suplex, but instead lifts The Dark Wolf straight up by the tights and hoists him high over head before throwing him down right on top of Dave Van Dam with a standing side slam.
JC: There it is! The Connecticut Destroyer!
RW: I've heard about that, and now we've finally seen it!
The referee drops to his knees, ready to count Dave Van Dam's shoulders down under The Dark Wolf. Before he can start, Murphy rolls TDW off the pile and covers DVD himself.
JC: Oh my God! Could this be it?!
RW: It has to be! Van Dam was floored by Perfection, he was being choked in the Wolf's Jaws, and now he just had the 212 pounds of The Dark Wolf slammed down on top of him from probably six feet in the air! Dave Van Dam has to be knocked out!
The referee appears confused and reluctant, still believing that Kyle's arm is possibly broken. He shakes his head and begins the count.
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3!
JC: That's it! Murphy's done it!
RW: Five-time World Champion!
JC: What an amazing feat, Randy. Remarkable!
RW: Only done twice before in SFT, the previous two are Connor MacDaddy and Havoc.
JC: Kyle Murphy has just established himself as one of the best ever in SFT.
RW: That he is, John, but what about how he did it? I thought he'd broken his wrist or arm and we all did, including Dave Van Dam and Senior Referee Hendrix! They had him on a stretcher, and all of a sudden he springs to life and hits both the choke suplex and his Connecticut Destroyer with that same right arm. I think he hornswoggled us all and cheated Dave Van Dam AND The Dark Wolf out of the World Heavyweight Championship!
Hendrix hands the World Heavyweight Championship belt to Kyle Murphy and raises Kyle's left arm in victory. Moving the belt into his left hand, Kyle grabs Dave by the hair and pulls him to his feet, throwing him over the top rope and out of the ring. Murphy then switches the title belt back into his right hand and raises both arms triumphantly.
Murphy raises the title high, and celebrates in the ring. His celebration is cut short by a voice over the PA. It's Nathan Gust.
Nathan Gust: Excuse me! Excuse me! I'm sorry Kyle, but I've been instructed to interrupt you.
JC: What is this?
Kyle stands in the ring looking pissed at Gust.
Nathan Gust: Our new owner has ordered me to come out here tonight and make some announcement on his... or her... behalf. Firstly, for a some god-knows-why reason our owner has selected me to be his spokesman.
RW: Huh?
Nathan Gust: I don't know what the owner is hiding, frankly. First off I was told to inform you, Kyle Murphy, that your first title defence will be in two weeks... on the debut of a brand new show on Monday, September 7th. That's all I know about the show... your opponent... Well next week on the final episode of Breakdown there is going to be a Beat the Clock Challenge... Every match will be timed, and whoever can pin or submit thier opponent the quickest... will recieve a World Heavyweight Championship Match on the debut of SFT's new flagship show in two weeks.
JC: Woah... what an announcement!
Nathan Gust: That's it I gues... I really don't know what else to say...
Kyle Murphy's face goes white, and he points to the screen. Nathan Gust turns around and looks up at the video screen and sees a symbol:
Nathan Gust: Oh shit.
Gust drops the mic and the PPV fades to black
Producer: Connor
Banner: Dan
Background: Gust
Opening: Connor
Nirvana vs. Gust: Connor
Segment 1: Connor
Dameon vs. Mayer: Joey
Segment 2: Connor
Konnely vs. Sciotia: ZTurbo
Segment 3: Connor
Accountant vs. Anishinabe: Connor
Segment 4: Connor
Murphy vs. Dark Wolf vs. DVD: Connor/Murphy
Ending: Connor
