 Strike Fantasy Towers ETERNITY With John Cartwright and Randy White 05/31/09 Sunday Night 8:00pm Live From Croke Park in Dublin, Ireland
The SFT disclaimer is played warning of unauthorized reception violations and then the SFT logo appears. Following is Eternity’s opening promo highlighting Dave Van Dam, Jack Jones, ICON, Redd, Jude and Cheeky Joe. The promo cuts to live inside the arena as the pyro blasts to open Eternity. Camera cuts to JC and RW at ringside…
RW: Welcome everyone to ETERNITY!
JC: What a show we have lined up for you tonight. All major titles will be decided tonight.
RW: That’s right, John. Cross tried to extend his winning streak as he takes on Anishinabe for the Hardcore Title.
JC: Primal Destiny and Blood Money battle it out for the vacated Tag gold.
RW: But our Main Event of the evening will pit St. Jude against Cheeky Joe for the SFT World Heavyweight Title!
JC: Plus there will be other surprises in store, I’m sure, so let’s get started!
..5.. ..4.. ..3.. ..2.. ..NOW.. JC: What the hell? RW: I have a very very weird feeling about this. The arena remains dark, as the seconds go by you can feel the anticipation in the air. JC: What the hell is going on here !?
They Call It Murder. RW: It can’t be ?! JC: I’ve heard those words before, and I can’t believe this !
RW: It can’t be, we heard murmurs of a rumor about a big star coming to SFT but if this what it is then this is more then I could have ever expected. Just then the F1X Evolution Champion Anthony Vitone emerges from the curtains, the rumble of the crowd causing the camera to shake. With a smirk on his face he points out to the crowd, and starts to dust off the blazer he wears over top a deep v neck t-shirt. Casually he makes his way to the ring, taking in the reaction from the crowd. JC: But with all the drama and B.S going on between these two organizations; It makes you wonder if we are just getting in over our heads here and if he’s here to represent his current company ! Anthony gets into the ring and grabs a mic off of a staffer standing ring side as his music is cued out. He salutes the crowd one more time, smiling at the mere volume at which they are cheering. RW: Listen to this crowd! Unbelievable! As Vitone brings his mic to his lips the crowd erupts once more, and he is taking off guard but soaking up every moment of it. Anthony Vitone: Putting gimmicks aside for a moment, I need to get something off my chest. The arena quiets down, intent on the words being spoken. Anthony Vitone: Weeks ago I came to a conclusion. A conclusion that Fight One Xperience, is nothing but biased politics back stage. Yes the very same way in which I heard this company was at one point. The sole reason for F1X’s very existence. While they claim that it’s talent is pushed on what they bring to the table in the ring, I tend to beg to differ. JC: Vitone is spilling all the goods here tonight so it seems. Anthony Vitone: F1X has become a place where Hardwork doesn’t pay off; Where people who put in endless hours both in and out of the ring aren’t appreciated. Over there, it’s not about who you beat, but who’s ass you kiss. The crowd cheers as Anthony nods a slight smirk coming across his face. Anthony Vitone: So after a lengthy discussion last weekend with non other then The ICON. Here I find myself at Eternity here in Dublin, Ireland. Anthony briefly paces back and forth collecting his thoughts. RW: The fans are eating his words and loving every minute of it man ! Anthony Vitone: To the fans who have stuck it through these tough times; To the talent and staffers who have walked through those doors and stuck it out. The countless hours you spend watching Strike programming. The hard work everyone backstage has put in to try and tread on, your dedication to this company has not been wasted. The crowd starts an “SFT” chant that can be heard into the streets of Dublin. Anthony Vitone: To all of you. I have heard your cries! and the answer stands right here before you tonight, the newest star to walk through those curtains ! The foundation begins to crack beneath everyone’s feet from the roar of the crowd. RW: There we have it, Anthony Vitone is signed to SFT ! Anthony Vitone: The members of F1X, who once competed in this very ring I stand in here tonight, have simply forgotten where they came from. They have kicked this organization while it’s down and spat in its face, turning their back on it ! Well I’m here to say..No..More. JC: I can feel the ground shake, I can’t believe I’m witnessing this! Anthony Vitone: To all of those who have stuck it out, a new chapter begins here tonight. To those of you who doubt this very organization. Who think that it will never reach the plateau to where it once stood. I look forward to proving you wrong. When the pages of history are written and the final and the book on Strike Fantasy comes to a close. People will look back on this night May 31st 2009. The night SFT got back to its feet, dusted itself off and said “We’re still here, and we’re still standing.”. RW: I have never been so proud to be a part of this organization as I have right now ! Anthony Vitone: Because talent like this ..well talent like this is.. The Crowd: NO CASH VALUE ! Anthony laughs and shakes his finger at the crowd. Anthony Vitone: The only thing No Cash Value is good at, is talking a big game and making themselves look like assholes after. Crowd: SFT ! SFT ! SFT ! Anthony Vitone: Ladies and Gentlemen..Talent like this..is the face of the new Strike Fantasy Towers. Vitone drops the mic and raises a fist in the air as the crowd stands up and gives him a standing ovation. “Wild International” By One Day As A Lion blares out through the P.A system once more as Vitone stands on top of the turnbuckle screaming out to the crowd “The Answer Has Arrived”. JC: I still can’t believe this ! RW: A night to remember that’s for sure buddy ! JC: How ICON did this, I will never know. But what I do know is, Vitone is a great addition here to SFT !
JOBBER JOE vs. ZTurbo Number One Contender to the SFT Hardcore Title
RW: Wow, I can’t believe the ICON stole F1X’s Evolution Champion! What a way to start off Eternity
JC: And up next we’re gonna have our first contest of the night. The winner will earn a shot at the SFT Hardcore Title
Suddenly on the Strike-Tron, Dave Van Dam appears.
Dave Van Dam: I know ICON made this match a standard one fall match, but the bottom line is that the winner is gonna get a HARDCORE title shot. So I’m changing things up. This match will now be a DEATHMATCH!
RW: Whoa. What an announcement by DVD.
JC: It only makes sense, Randy.
RW: Well john, looks like Zturbo is not really in the mood to hang around. He making his way down to the ring.
JC: And you could say the same for Joe. look...
Joe comes running out with a trash can in his hand, and straight away before Zturbo can even reach the ring, Joe lands the trash can right into the back of Zturbo and sends him crashing down to the ground. The ref then signals for the bell to ring.
RW: And here we go John.
Joe starts to kick away and Zturbo who is rolling around on the ground. After Joe puts in a few more shots, Zturbo then manages to swing his leg around and send Joe down back first onto the floor. Zturbo then takes a few moments and brings himself to his feat as both competitors are now in-front of the ring announcers table. Zturbo goes to get the ring bell, but Joe suddenly manages to lunge up and sends Zturbo head first into the table, and both men then collapse on the floor.
RW: Damn, this match is brutal enough already. I wonder if they will ever make it into the ring.
JC: that's a very good question indeed. My money has to be on "no" right now.
After about a minute,. It is Joe who is the first person to make it to his feat, and he finds the ring bell down on the floor. He then makes his way over to Zturbo and brings him slowly to his feat. Joe then goes straight for Zturbo's head, and as he connects you can see the blood pouring from Zturbo's head already as he falls to the floor and does not move. You can see the evil look upon Joe's face as he stands over Zturbo and looks down on him. Joe then makes his way over to the side of the ring and looks underneath to find a whole lot of new toys to play with. He brings out one item after another, each time throwing one into the ring. First a chair, then a trash can,. Then a baseball bat, then a sledge hammer, then a kendo stick, then a stop sign. Each one of the items is now laying in the ring.
RW: I think Joe is taking the term death match a bit to seriously if you ask me.
JC: Well, you remember what Joe is like don't you?
RW: Yeah but still.
Joe manages to drag Zturbo up and bring him into the ring. He leans him up in the corner and looks for a toy to play with. The first thing he grabs is a steel chair, and he walks back over to Zturbo, but as he does, Zturbo kicks out his leg and send the steel chair straight in to Joe's face and it's Joe's turn to hit the ground.
JC: Oh yeah, you had better believe it. Zturbo is not finished yet not by a long shot.
Zturbo now seems to have regained some of his old self back, and he straight away goes to pick up something for himself. He comes across the kendo stick, and walks over to where Joe is laying and taught him to get up. Joe just looks up and him, and starts speaking to Zturbo and asking him to bring on all he can get. Zturbo looks shocked for a few moments, and Joe is literally begging for Zturbo to bring it to him, so he does, and he connects with the kendo stick right across the head of Joe who straight away falls from his knees head first on the floor. We can now see that Joe has been cut wide open as the blood is pouring out over the ring mat.
RW: Hell yeah, Zturbo is going to give everything he can here.
JC: Well I must admit, Joe did ask for it.
RW: That he did...
Zturbo now looks happy with himself as he has managed to make Joe's bleed. He brings Joe to his knees and gives him a slap round the face, which straight away sends Joe back down to the ground. Zturbo then goes into the corner of the ring and makes his way onto the top rope. He looks down, but then a smile comes across his face and he makes his way back down off the top rope. He goes and finds another weapon, and this time it's a stop sign. He turns Joe over on the mat and lays the stop sign down on his head, and afterwards he once again makes his way to the to the top rope as the ground begin to see what is going tio happen. Zturbo takes a look around, and then launches himself of the top rope and lands straight on top of poor Joe, who is now bleeding bad.
RW: Damn John, Joe looks like he is really hurt.
The ref looks at the bloodied up Joe and decides to call for the bell.
JC: I think the ref has decided to call this match due to Joe's condition.
RW: So Zturbo gets the win then. They both took a beating, but it was close. That last splash with the stop sign messed him up bad.
JC: Zturbo showing he can be just as Hardcore as anyone here in Strike Towers.
WINNER VIA KNOCKOUT: ZTurbo PRIMAL DESTINY vs. BLOOD MONEY SFT Tag Team Title Match 
RW: And here we go John, the newly vacated Tag-Team Titles on the line. But unfortunately for one team well, they couldn't make it.
JC: That's right Randy, but not only the team of 'Total Annihilation' but the entire "F.U.N." crew had travel issues! I guess I won't be flying out of Seattle to anywhere, anytime soon.
RW: Hell no, the rain freaks me out!
JC: Here comes the first team!
Amanda Summers: Making their way to the ring first, at a combined weight of three-hundred and fifty-five pounds, they are the team of... Twilight and T.K. Money, they are simply known as... BLOOOOOD MONEY!!!
"Du Hast" by Rammstein begins to blare over the pa system as the curtains get tossed aside signalling the forthcoming of, BLOODY MONEY! T.K. and Twilight slowly make their way down the ramp talking to eachother the whole way, almost ignoring the fans other than a few hand slaps here and there. Sliding into the ring both members of Blood Money are quick to head to their corner and continue their conversation.
JC: Blood Money possibly formulating some sort of diabolical scheme... toss in a side of 'twist'?
RW: They aren't M. Night Shamalama-ding-dongs... but you sir, are.
Amanda Summers: And making their way to the ring next, at a combined weight of four-hundred and sixty-seven pounds, your Hardcore Champion Ray Cross and his partner The Dark Wolf, they are... PRIMAAAAAL DESTINY!!!
Welcome to the Jungle Kicks in as Primal Destiny steps out from backstage. Cross with the Hardcore Championship and The Dark Wolf pose for a moment, on the entrance ramp before running down to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope and circle the ring like two caged animals waiting to be fed. At this point both members of Blood Money are quick to hop out of the ring, letting the two mad men run around like the animals they are.
RW: Amanda Summers really belting out those words tonight... Pretty good for a girl I almost thought had selective 'Helen Keller'ism'... I mean seriously, how often do you even hear her say anything about ANYONE, and she is our damn ring announcer, you know what, I demand to speak with som...
JC: Randy, Randy, it's alright man, it's alright, she will get it right one of these times.
RW: THATS NOT THE POINT!!! I mean...
JC: Let's get to the match folks!!!
With the referee finally taking Primal Destiny under a bit of control and getting them to their respective corner, both members of Blood Money begin to get back up onto the apron cautiously. Twilight then leans over patting T.K. on the shoulder as he begins to enter the ring, leaving the Money part of Blood Money to have to wait for his turn. Ray Cross and TDW stand on the opposite side of the ring talking for only a brief moment before TDW steps out onto the apron, looking out at the crowd for a moment as if to taunt them.
RW: I'm sorry John, really I am, I just get so worked up over...
JC: Drop it man... By the looks of it, it will be Ray Cross and Twilight to start this bout off, and I can't say that spells well for Twilight, Cross is the much bigger man, and also the current Hardcore Champion.
RW: Since when has BLOOD Money ever been afraid of a little violence John?
JC: Good point.
The bell sounds as Ray Cross is devistatingly fast getting across the ring and nailing the unknowing Twilight with a stiff clothesline, causing the leader of Blood Money to collapse onto his back clutching his throat for only a moment before Cross is on the attack again, grabbing Twilight by his hair and yanking him to his feet before delivering a short-arm clothesline, once again taking Twilight down. Cross at this point grabs the left leg of Twilight and begins to drag him towards Primal Destiny's corner. But about half way across the ring Twilight pulls in his left leg while sending a vicious right foot into the eye of Ray Cross, sending one half of Primal Destiny all the way back and into his corner. Twilight then returns to his feet as a stunned Ray Cross tags in his partner.
RW: Great escape by Twilight. But how will he fair against the one and only Dark Wolf?
JC: Size wise, this is a touch safer I would say.
Both men begin to circle eachother slowly moving in until TDW delivers a right hand to the temple of Twilight, sending Twilight back only for a moment before giving TDW a 'taste of his own medicine' , causing the exchange to continue for about ten seconds until both men are now throwing fists back and forth on a single-knee each. As both men sit dazed for a moment it appears that Twilight has come slightly back as he leaps from his knee up to a standing position, lunging for the ropes and on the rebound landing a solid dropkick against the forehead of TDW, sending TDW down to the mat. Twilight then takes advantage of the situation, going for a pin.
RW: First pin of the match! Could it be the last?
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..Broken up by Ray Cross with a hard stomp to the back of Twilight.. The referee then backs Ray Cross out of the ring slowly as Twilight makes his way to the corner, tagging in his partner, Tk Money, but the ref has now gotten Cross out of the ring and has turned around seeing Tk Money attacking the still layed out body of TDW. Quickly on top of the situation the referee doesn't realize that an actual tag was made and while Tk argues with him about it Ray Cross is quick to come back in the ring grabbing the body of Twilight, pulling him back towards the center of the ring. Cross then slides back out of the ring and returns to his corner, beginning to holler for TDW to make a tag or something.
JC: Great tag-team wrestling displayed by Primal Destiny, for a tag team that hasn't been together long they are sure working well together.
A furious Tk now sits on the apron almost frothing at the mouth to get into the ring as his partner has now been placed over ten feet from him, stuck in the ring almost. TDW is now to his feet and sending boot after boot into the back and legs of Twilight, before grabbing the left leg of Twilight, hoisting it into the air and slamming it back down knee first, causing Twilight to scream out in pain.
RW: Take a man's leg out, what can they really do to you, ya know?
Rolling Twilight over onto his back TDW picks up the left leg once again, but this time swings his own leg around it while dropping to the ground on the knee of Twilight. Tk Money is now attached to the ropes after seeing the leg drop, but is staying put, not wanting to get his partner in anymore trouble. TDW looks over at Tk on the apron for a moment, but only to laugh before returning to his feet, picking the left leg up once again, and this time dropping his knee on the inside of the possibly injured knee of Twilight, once again causing Twilight to scream out in pain and reach for his partner. Still with a tight grip on the left ankle of Twilight, TDW then drags him over into the corner where Ray Cross lies in wait for a tag.
JC: That is the wrong place to be if you are Twilight right now.
RW: That's the wrong place to be in ANY tag team situation.
Extending his hand without letting go of the ankle of Twilight, TDW makes the tag to Ray Cross, then as Cross comes in sending a quick boot to the knee of Twilight before taking over as "ankle-holder", TDW begins to make his way up to the second rope, only to spin around, jump from the rope and land knee-to-knee with Twilight, before stepping out of the ring.
JC: Great double-team by Primal Destiny... They are really impressing me here tonight.
RW: Yes but their antics can only get them so far John.
JC: 'So far' might just be tag-team gold here tonight Randy.
Lifting Twilight up to his one good leg Ray Cross delivers a stiff right to the stomach before bending Twilight over and lifting him up into a powerbomb position, continuing the motion over sending Twilight face/knees first into the ground behind him. The crowd pops at the display of strength by Ray Cross who now stands almost flexing at Tk Money, whose distress can be seen in his eyes towards his partners pain. Laughing for a brief moment before returning to the attack Ray Cross hoists Twilight up in a bear hug like position dragging him to an empty corner, wrapping his arms over the top rope to hold himself up. Ray Cross then takes off with a full head of steam to the opposite turnbuckle, almost ricocheting off back towards Twilight, who know seems to have his senses a bit more about him. As Cross gets about four feet from his target he leaps into the air, attempting a huge splash, but Twilight with a seconds notice throws his body towards the corner with the waiting Tk, the splash then, of course, DOESN'T connect, instead Cross' head connects with the steel corner post of the ring almost knocking Ray clean out. Tk is stomping his feet on the apron with his arm stretched out towards his long time friend as Twilight is about five feet away at this point, Cross still lies drapped up on the top ropes and corner post of the ring, quite 'dizzy' to say the least. TDW begins to scream at his partner to 'wake up' and 'get the hell up' but nothing seems to be working.
RW: Ring awareness paid off for Blood Money just then, that could have been it.
JC: But at the same time Randy, a tag hasn't been made, and Twilight can't have much left in the tank.
It looks as if John spoke too soon as Twilight makes a last ditch effort to leap from the ground, throw his hand out, and tag in his partner, this time in front of the referee, who gladly lets the other member of Blood Money in the ring. TDW can be seen now fully freaking out for Ray Cross to get out of the corner, they had the advantage but this could turn real quick. Tk Money jets into the ring like a man on a misson first charging for Ray Cross sending a stiff boot into the ribs of Cross, sending the big man up and out of the ring, before Tk is met in the ring by TDW who begin to have an exchange of fists before Tk sends TDW into the ropes and on the rebound nails a HUGE spinebuster. Tk then picks TDW up to his feet, sending him hard into the far corner before charging in himself and giving TDW a monkey flip out of the corner for his troubles.
JC: TK MONEY ON FIRE TONIGHT!!!
RW: He want's some revenge and that is obvious.
Then without wasting a second Tk picks TDW up to his feet before setting the jaw of TDW against the top of his head and dropping back to the ground with "The Blood Debt" completely leveling TDW. Tk holds his head for a moment but then realizes this is his chance, as he makes the pin...
JC: He isn't the legal man TK!
RW: I don't think he even realizes that yet John.
Surely enough Tk had not realized who the legal man was and as he begins to argue with the ref, climbs to his feet, backing the "zebra" up into the corner he had just flipped The Dark Wolf out of a moment earlier. While all this is happening though Ray Cross has begun to move once again outside the ring and has made his way to where Twilight lies on the ground still clutching his leg and knee, Cross just looks down onto Twilight with a smile before pulling one of the sets of steps loose and dropping it directly onto the left leg of Twilight, leaving him almost pinned before Cross slides under the bottom rope and begins to stalk up behind Tk who still stands arguing with the ref about the legal man.
RW: Tk better watch out!
As TK turns around he is met with a vicious "SnapJaw" superkick from Cross, taking Tk all the way back off his feet and landing him off the back of his head, Cross is quick to clutch the wrist of Tk, drag him to the center of the ring and go for the pin. On the legal man.
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Amanda Summers: And your NEEEEEEEEW SFT Tag-Team Champions of the WOOOOOOOOOORLD!!! The Dark Wolf and Ray Cross, PRIMAL DESTINY!!!
JC: Cross and Wolf pulled one out here tonight Randy! And they are going to be walking out with gold on their shoulders!
RW: Great team work has paid off on this night, but who knows what the future spells for the new tag champs... We have to remember we were technically one team short tonight... and who knows what they are capable of...?
JC: In the same breathe though Randy, they aren't the champions standing in that ring right now, and they are gonna have to fight their way to that point now. Either way, we have NEW TAG-TEAM CHAMPIONS AT ETERNITY!!!
WINNERS VIA PINFALL AND NEW SFT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: PRIMAL DESTINY DAVE VAN DAM vs. JACK JONES SFT United States Title Match 
RW: Our next match is for the United States Title which was vacated by Kyle Murphy upon his defeat of Dark Wolf a couple weeks ago.
JC: Murphy has had to take an extended leave so Dave Van Dam and Jack Jones are gonna battle it out here at Eternity for the US Title.
RW: No love lost between these two guys.
JC: They used to be friends. But they haven’t been seeing eye to eye over the last few months.
“I Got Friends In Low Places” by Garth Brooks hits and Jack Jones makes his way down to the ring. He gets in, poses and waits.
“Changes” by TuPac hits and DVD 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 Outlaw blazes the ringside area.
The two competitors lock up, and Jack Jones throws Dave Van Dam into the opposite rope with an Irish whip and clotheslines him to the mat. Jack Jones showboats to the crowd and he is cheered. He grabs Dave Van Dam by the hair and gets ready for a DDT, but Dave Van Dam counters with a headlock, and delivers a neckbreaker to Jack Jones. Once on the mat, Dave Van Dam immediately goes to work on the legs, as he puts his opponent in a single leg boston crab. He wretches the leg back making Jack Jones cry in pain as he tries to make it to the ropes. Dave Van Dam wretches back some more as he drags Jack Jones back from the ring rope. Jack Jones cries in pain once again, and he tries to make it to the ropes. This time he was successful, and the ref starts the count.
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Before the ref makes it to five, Dave Van Dam releases the hold, only to drag Jack Jones away from the ropes again and work on the leg some more. This time Dave Van Dam puts his knee into the back of Jack Jones's and wretches it back. Only this time Jack Jones reverses it and enziguries him from the mat, nailing Dave Van Dam to the back of the head. Crawling over, Jack Jones covers Dave Van Dam and tries to go for the win.
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RW: Wow, this is a great match, as Dave Van Dam is going technical, and Jack Jones is getting pummeled right now.
JC: Yeah, but we'll have to see which style out does the other as the match has only just begun here tonight.
Jack Jones wobbling on his left leg, gets up from the mat and delivers a leg drop to Dave Van Dam, and then goes for a standing shooting star press, but does not cover. Instead, Jack Jones grabs Dave Van Dam's hair and forces him to his feet, and delivers an impaler DDT onto Dave Van Dam and goes for the cover.
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JC: I can't believe that Dave Van Dam kicked out of the impaler DDT. Jack Jones should have won that match.
RW: Well he didn't. Both men are striving for the United States championship.
JC: In other words it's: "One has everything to gain, while the other has everything to lose?"
RW: Yes...yes, you're such a genius.
JC: Thanks
Jack Jones still in control, picks up Dave Van Dam in a poweslam form and delivers it, and soon has a headlocked locked in and delivers a back suplex. Close enough to one of the turnbuckles, Jack Jones climbs to the top, and delivers an elbow, pinning Dave Van Dam once again.
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JC: Another pin attempt by Jack Jones and Dave Van Dam kicked out again. He is showing his heart. He wants that championship more than anything in the world right now even se-
RW: Whoa! We can't say stuff like that, this is SFT, think of the children.
JC: Sorry folks. I always seem to be doing this.
After the kick out, Jack Jones goes for another DDT, but Dave Van Dam counters and throws Jack Jones into the the opposite turnbuckle, and runs into him delivering a clothesline. Dave Van Dam then picks him up for an atomic drop and then goes for a superkick. Jack Jones falls to the mat, and Dave Van Dam goes for the cover:
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RW: Another close one here as Jack Jones kicks out of that clothesline, atomic drop, and superkick combination. There is not give here. Who will win? Jack Jones or Dave Van Dam? Any predictions there?
JC: No, both men are giving it there all, both men are giving everyone their money's worth. I don't think anyone cares if this match goes on for the rest of the night. I think they just want to see blood. I think they want a massacre.
Frustrated after not getting the victory, Dave Van Dam picks up Jack Jones and locks on a sleeperhold. Jack Jones struggles for a few moments, and then goes limp. It looks like Dave Van Dam may have the win as the ref goes into check on Jack Jones. He holds the arm up:
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The ref lets the arm go limp again, and waits for a second before raising the arm again:
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The ref repeats the motion, but just as the arm falls back down to Jack Jones's side, we see movement and Jack Jones forces Dave Van Dam back up to his feet, and reversed the hold into his trademark move known as the Blood Debt and lands it. Then Jack Jones runs over to the ropes and goes for a springboard moonsault, but Dave Van Dam moves causing Jack Jones to hit the mat hard. Dave Van Dam goes for the pin
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JC: We have a winner! Dave Van Dam is the new United States champion!
RW: Yeah, this was a hard fought match by both men. My hat goes off to the both of them.
JC: You don't wear a hat.
RW: Why do I even bother to come here.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AND NEW SFT US CHAMPION: DAVE VAN DAM
ANISHINABE vs. RAY CROSS* SFT Hardcore Title Match 
"Life Or Death" by C.murder hits as Anishinabe makes his way to the ring. Anish gets several high fives even has a nice Asian young woman who grabs onto him and plants a big kiss on him. He smiles as he enters the ring.
RW: Here comes the challenger.
All is pitch black and silent in the stadium. Then the thundering sound of a slow beating heart is projected loudly around the arena as the lights are brought to bear on a lone figure standing at the top of the ramp. Pyro's fire off and, "Hey You Nice Shot" by Filter begins to play as he tosses his cigar to the ground and stomps it out before making his way defiantly to the ring. He has tuned out the fans and his concentration is unshakable.
JC: And our hardcore champion is out now.
The bell rings as Ray starts it off with a some fists of fury plus a grab of the kendo stick that he uses sparingly on Anishinabe. Ray now grabs a trashcan lid and uses it to nail Anish over the head with it. Ray puts the steel can on top of Anish and flies off the second rope as he flattens Anishinabe. He covers him and the ref jumps up and over and counts 1…………..2…………………kickout!
RW: Ahh this is gonna be sweet violent and short, very very short.
Ray climbs the ropes with kendo stick in hands, he flies off but Anish rolls out of the way as Ray hits the steel can face first!
JC: Holy mackerel!
Anishinabe now up and grabs some brass knuckles as he has at it on Cross. Cross is busted wide open. The ref does nothing since this is a hardcore match. The ref is in there just to count the pin. Anish with a Japanese arm drag onto a steel chair. Anish with a guillotine leg drop on Ray Cross as he covers him 1………….2………………..kickout!
RW: Ahh we got blood and near falls, im loving it!
Anish now with a sidewalk slam onto the same steel chair. We hear the crack of the chair as it connects with the back of Cross. Anish rolls over Ray Cross and covers him as the ref pounces and we hear the crowd count along 1………..2……………kickout!
JC: How did Ray Cross take all that punishment and kick out?
Anish shakes his head as he sees Cross smiling through blood lips and teeth.
Anish picks up Cross and nails a sit down powerbomb on Ray Cross. The fans cheer as he covers Ray, 1……………2…………………kickout!
RW: I cant believe it.
Ray Cross tries to get up but hes literally broken in several pieces, his shoulder looks dislocated and so does his right knee cap.
JC: Im getting sick looking at Cross try to get up.
The crowd and Anishinabe can smell blood in the water, its over. Now Anish just has to put his friend down for the count and finish him once and for all. Anish climbs the ropes and turnbuckle he bides his time as he waits for Ray Cross to get slowly to his feet, as he turns around he looks up, his eyes open up wide as he sees whats about to happen. Anishinabe flies off but Ray’s pain may have woken him up faster than anticipated, because he somehow uses his good arm to catch Anishinabe and lock in his Scaly Surprise!
RW: small package locked in!
JC: He calls it Scaly Surprise.
The ref is there 1……….2…………………3!
RW: Wow I cant fucking believe it, Ray Cross broken, bloodied and pretty much worse managed the miracle win there at the end.
Anishinabe kicked out a second too late to his dismay..
WINNER AND STILL SFT HARDCORE CHAMPION: RAY CROSS
As Ray Cross celebrates his victory, ZTurbo comes running down the entrance ramp with a steel pipe! He slides into the ring, and Cross turns around only to be met with a steel pipe across the forehead! Cross is laid out as ZTurbo stands over him raising the pipe in the air!
RW: Wow, Turbo won a shot at Cross and he's letting Cross know he means business!
JC: No one's been able to take the title from Cross in months now. Turbo looks to change all of that!
RAYN vs. NIRVANA Crown of Thorns Match
RW: Here we are for our next match of the night.
JC: This should be interesting.
Nirvana and Rayn are both in the ring. They stand toe to toe and look at each other through hate filled eyes filled with nothing but contempt for one another. As far as matches goes this promises to be quite interesting. The bell rings and we begin. Rayn with a quick punch and a hip toss followed by a drop toe hold. Rayn however does not go for the count. He instead bounces off the ropes into a sunset roll as Nirvana is trying to get up. He covers Nirvana and gets a 2 count.
RW: I don’t think the Mighty Nirvana will lose that quickly.
JC: You never know hes getting old.
Rayn picks up Nirvana and climbs the ropes with him and executes a superplex! The ring shakes. The ladder that’s in the center falls over. Rayn gets to it and stands it back up, he sees Nirvana starting to come around and Rayn uses the ladder to bring it down upon Nirvanas cranium as we hear a terrible smack!
RW: Oh god that’s gotta hurt.
Rayn stands the ladder again and starts to carefully climb ensuring he doesn’t tilt over. He gets to the top and takes the crown as he climbs back down. Nirvana is up though and shakes the ladder and down comes Rayn tumbling down.
JC: Timber!!!!!!!!
RW: Hed already fallen
JC: Cant you let me have any fun?
Nirvana with a double axe handle followed by a sit down powerbomb he rolls over Rayn and tries to go after the crown, but Rayn kicks Nirvana in the face with a knee. Rayn now with a flying kick to Nirvana yet again. Rayn picks up the crown and waits as Nirvana gets to a knee and picks up his head Rayn brings down the crown upon Nirvana’s head as Nirvana screams in pain. The ref calls for the bell and Rayn exits the ring as we see blood trickling down Nirvana’s head and face. He looks scary and much more.
RW: It was a short match but it sorta freaked me out.
WINNER VIA CROWN OF THORNS: RAYN THE ICON vs. REDD* SFT Intercontinental Title Match 
RW: Well this match has all the makings of a classic.
JC: As a matter of fact, ICON guaranteed it would be.
RW: Not only is ICON looking to obtain the IC Title, he’s got another mission as well.
JC: That’s right. He’s looking to “save” Redd. And he thinks he can do it by having an awesome match with him here at Eternity.
RW: Let’s find out.
The lights go down. Spotlights swirl throughout the arena. Flashes of different color light flash and then everything stops. A big explosion erupts on the stage and "Last Resort" blasts in. The ICON emerges through the smoke and the fans boo like crazy. ICON makes his way down the ramp and into the ring where he poses for the crowd. He hits all four turnbuckles, and then gets ready for his match.
RW: I expect this to be no less than amazing.
By Testament. by The Ballad, blares throughout the arena and Redd walks out from behind the curtain with the IC title thrown over his left shoulder. He slowly walks down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He hands the IC title to the official and stands there expressionless. The bell rings….
RW: There's the bell! Let's get it on!
ICON and Redd start circling one another, neither in a rush to make the first move! ICON dips into Redd, but fakes him out with a elbow in his gut! ICON drops an elbow over the back of Redd's neck, then pushes him back to the mat.
RW: The old fake collar-and-elbow tie-up! I used to spend hours instructing my charges on how to execute that properly...
ICON goes for an early figure four, but Redd kicks him off. ICON bounces off the ropes and goes for a knee drop that misses. Redd to his feet... savat kick! Redd with a hard right across ICON's face, and ICON embraces the mat unwillingly! Redd drops an elbow!
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JC: Is it just me or has Redd fattened up for this match? What did he weigh in at?
Redd locks in a side headlock. ICON gets to his knees and the IC Champion quickly on the defensive in the early going. ICON to his feet, pushing Redd into the ropes. The ref calls for the break, but Redd pulls ICON back from the ropes! ICON lifts Redd in the air and drops him on his back, breaking the headlock. ICON up quick, pushing Redd the turnbuckle... EYE GOUGE by Redd! Stopping ICON before he could unleash a series of chops, Redd turns the tide, ICON now in the turnbuckle... KNIFE EDGE CHOPS BY Redd! Redd lifts ICON off the ground with the force of his last chop. Redd whips ICON across the ring, ICON crashes back first into the opposite corner! Redd charges in, NO! ICON narrowly avoided being hit with a flying elbow! ICON hooks Redd with a right cross, spreads his arms over the ropes, and unleashes a series of earth shattering chops.
JC: Easily move out of the way of a telegraphed move?
RW: YEAH!
ICON hooks Redd's tights, backs up, SLINGSHOT SUPLEX! No! Redd flipped over...DDT! Covers!
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ICON is barely able escape as he gets his foot on the rope. ICON gets back to his feet and clubs Redd on the back of the neck! Redd is unaffected though. Redd's good and pissed off! Kick to the gut, Redd sends ICON off the ropes, across the ring, leapfrog by ICON, off the ropes, POWERSLAM BY Redd!! Redd'S GOING FOR THE FIGURE FOUR, roll up by ICON.
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ICON showing his mastery in the ring there, nearly retaining the title from a defensive position. ICON rolling out of the ring, he needs a second to regroup.
RW: The thinking man's champion. Using the ten-count to his advantage. The longer this goes, the more it favors ICON. Good boy, ICON.
Redd climbs out of the ring and goes for a double axe handle off the ring apron... BUT ICON STEPS TO THE SIDE AND Redd FLIES INTO GUARD RAIL! ICON grabs Redd by the hair and throws Redd back first into the ring apron! ICON throws vicious Knife Edge chops! ICON whips Redd into the security railing! ICON pulls at Redd's mouth with his fingers, leaning Redd over into the front row of fans. ICON rolls back inside to restart the count... body slam! Redd's back cracking against the cement floor. ICON pulls Redd's body to the railing, HE’S GOING FOR A FIGURE FOUR, THROUGH THE RAILING!
JC: I think I just heard Redd give! What a baby!
ICON screaming at the fans in the front row to make room...
RW: Like those idiots are smart enough to make room. Put the camera on them and the cell phones whip out...
ICON trying to hook the line... Redd is somehow able over power him and send him flying into the ring apron!
RW: What leg power by Redd , that was amazing.
Redd shoves ICON into the ring, he knows better than anyone, the title has to change hands there! He’s going to the top rope. ICON to his feet.... he can't find Redd..... Redd WITH A DROPKICK! ICON body rolls through the bottom rope. Redd hit his move! No! ICON's outside... look at Redd's face! He has the IC Title in his hands, but ICON's not in the ring! Inches from the SFT IC Title again!
JC: ICON's not moving out there….
RW: Of course he's not you ass! The man just took a spill that'd kill a lesser man!
Redd quickly outside and rolling ICON's body back in. Redd covers.
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Redd quickly outside and rolling ICON’s body back in, Redd covers, ONE.....TO.....NO!! Foot on the rope for the Champion! The challenger disgusted with himself as he should be. Over shot the move, and tripped going for the pin fall. Redd sets a weary ICON up and drives him to the mat with a reverse bulldog...
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RW: SHOULDER UP FROM ICON!
JC: Now explain how the hell he just did that!
Redd runs to the ropes and almost out of desperation goes for an elbow drop... knees up from ICON and Redd takes it in the gut! ICON driving a forearm into the small of Redd's back. GERMAN SUPLEX FROM ICON! Trying to mount an offensive attack after surviving a series of near pin falls! Redd to his feet, ICON charging, SWINGING NECKBREAKER! Clothesline into the corner by ICON! Knee to the gut! ICON, fistful of Redd's hair in his hand charges towards a nearby turnbuckle and drives Redd's head face first into the padding! Short jab by ICON! Backslide!
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Redd easily rolling out. ICON with a leaping clothesline, staying on the offensive! ICON shoots Redd off the ropes, SLEEPER HOLD! Redd tries to buck ICON off. ICON wise to what's happening, releases the hold and throws Redd through the middle-ropes.
RW: Great stuff, I assure you.
ICON grabs Redd's tights, and vaults him headfirst into the iron post. ICON scoops Redd, pins his leg back, KNEE DROP! LIFTS HIM AGAIN... KNEE DROP ON THE SECURITY RAILING! The Champion pulling Redd back over the railing. He's going for a German Suplex on the cement floor!
JC: This could break Redd's neck!
RW: Don't jinx it, dammit!!
Redd powers his way out, and shoves ICON into the apron. Redd hurriedly rolls ICON into the ring! Redd climbs in after him and locks in a Full Nelson!
JC: This has got to be it! Redd just drove ICON's back into the steel of the ring apron!
Somehow ICON manages to get his feet under him and, using just his legs, stands up IN THE FULL NELSON!
RW: Oh my GOD! ICON stands up with Redd on his back! He stood up out of the camel clutch position! AMAZING!
JC: He is FREAKISHLY strong!
Desperate, Redd now wraps his legs around ICON's body as he keeps the full nelson locked in while mounted on ICON's back. But ICON now on his feet is able to run backwards and drive Redd's back into the turnbuckle. Redd holds on! ICON turns... and falls back to the mat, crushing Redd under his weight!
RW: That did it! That broke the hold!
JC: Not only the hold, that may have broken Redd's BACK! He got squashed!
RW: And this back and forth match up may have just changed again!
ICON goes for the pin.
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Redd kicks out! ICON pushes Redd back down in another lateral press, this time driving his forearm into Redd's face as he does so.
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Redd gets a shoulder up! ICON appears a little bit surprised and agitated, but doesn't hesitate. He climbs to his feet and begins to pull Redd up to his feet... Redd WITH A LOW BLOW!
JC: OOH! An uppercut south of the border by Redd!
ICON drops to the mat, holding the "ICON Family Jewels." His eyes are wide and his jaw has dropped. Redd wastes no time in pulling ICON to his feet and whipping him to the ropes. ICON bounces off the ropes and on the return is caught with Redd's patented Tilt-A-Whirl.
RW: Tilt-A-Whirl! That's going to do it!
Redd lunges into the cover.
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ICON pushes Redd off!
JC: Another astonishing kick out!
RW: How many of THOSE have we seen the past couple weeks?!
Redd goes right back on the attack and goes for a sharpshooter! ICON won't let him turn it! ICON shoves Redd off with his legs!
RW: ICON avoids the sharpshooter!
JC: But Redd slammed into the referee in the corner! Referee down!
Redd is unphased and goes right back to ICON. ICON is up now and Redd blasts him with a haymaker. ICON rocks back, but fires right back with a right of his own. Redd takes it hard on the chin, but fires another right that catches ICON square on the jaw.
RW: This has broken down into a straight up heavyweight FIGHT!
ICON is teetered again, but retaliates back with a European uppercut. This rocks Redd back, but again Redd delivers a hard right to ICON. ICON responds with another stiff European uppercut.
JC: Both of these men are taking heavy shots but neither one will go down!
This time ICON is able to get a second hard European uppercut in, staggering Redd back to the ropes. ICON charges, but Redd bridges the top rope and sends ICON crashing all the way down to the floor. Redd takes a second to regroup before rolling out of the ring and pulling ICON to his feet. He hooks ICON up and delivers a vertical suplex.
RW: Vertical suplex on the floor! That's brutal!
Redd pulls ICON right back up and rolls him into the ring. Redd slides into the ring behind him and pulls ICON back to his feet. He sends ICON to the ropes with an Irish whip and on the return catches him with a monstrous SWINGING SIDE SLAM!
JC: That'll do it! It has to be over here!
Redd goes for the cover, but the referee is still down. Redd stands up and leans over the ref. He gives the referee a nudge but the ref doesn't move. Redd looks confused and agitated, but then gives a smirk.
RW: Uh-oh! That can't be good!
Redd walks over to ropes on the other side of the ring and climbs out in front of the announce table. He gestures for the timekeeper to get out of the way and the timekeeper hastily obliges. Redd grabs the timekeeper's chair and slides into the ring with it.
JC: Don't do it! If you get caught you'll be disqualified!
Standing, Redd raises the chair over his head and takes a step towards ICON, who is beginning to get to his feet. Redd goes to take ICON's head off with the chair, but before he can finish his swing ICON lifts him up in a double leg and drives him down to the mat with a big, nasty spine buster.
RW: What a spine buster by ICON! Both men and the referee are down! ICON throws his arm across Redd’s body
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RW: He kicked out! Redd kicked out!
JC: That was a slow count. The referee is still hurting it looks like.
ICON shakes his head, but gets right back on his feet. Redd staggers up as well and ICON charges, clobbering him with a massive clothesline.
JC: Massive clothesline by ICON!
RW: That one damn near took his head off.
ICON immediately pins again and the ref drops down to count.
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RW: Again Redd kicks out!
ICON looks a little angry now, but pulls Redd right to his feet and sets him up for a power bomb. Lifting him up, ICON drives Redd to the mat with a devastating sit- down power bomb!
RW: A huge power bomb and another cover!
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JC: Another kick out by Redd!
Now ICON really begins to get angry. He pulls Redd up and whips him to the ropes, catching him with a spine buster on the return.
RW: That's the second big spine buster Redd's taken! ICON covers yet again!
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Redd gets the shoulder up!
RW: This is just unbelievable! ICON is visibly agitated!
ICON looks irate as Redd kicks out again. Now he rolls Redd over onto his stomach and holds him down. Rocking himself back, ICON drives a knee drop into the small of Redd's back... and a second... and a third!
RW: Knees to the kidney area! That's got to hurt!
JC: Both of these guys have been working the other's back all match long, so it's a sound strategy by ICON!
ICON then pulls Redd up and backs him into the corner. ICON shoves his boot up into the throat of Redd and chokes him in the corner.
RW: Boot choke! A boot choke by ICON!
The referee counts to five, then forces ICON to stop the choke. ICON holds his hands up innocently, then takes a step back. The referee lets them resume and ICON quickly drives a back elbow into Redd's face.
RW: Oh! So much for a clean break!
ICON begins to stomp Redd in the gut, which brings Redd down, down, down to the mat. With Redd down now, ICON begins to fire away with right hands to Redd's head. Again the referee applies the five count before pulling ICON off of Redd.
JC: Good job, ref! Do your job!
ICON glares at the referee, who backs down into the corner opposite Redd. ICON stands in the middle of the ring looking at the referee, but when he turns around Redd catches him by the throat!
RW: Uh-oh! ICON's in trouble!
Redd lifts ICON up for a choke slam, but ICON manages to escape in mid-air and land on his feet behind Redd. Redd turns to ICON but receives a quick kick to the gut followed by a DDT. ICON stands right back up and stares down at Redd.
JC: What's ICON got in mind here?!
Redd uses the ropes to pull himself back up, then staggers towards ICON. ICON quickly snatches Redd up on his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He turns to face the "camera side" of the ring as he holds Redd on his shoulders.
RW: ICON with Redd way up on his shoulders! Let me tell you, with a 6'5, 220 pound man that is damn impressive!
ICON has a very intense look on his face as he hesitates momentarily for effect.
JC: What's he going to do?!
RW: Van Daminator! ICON just hit Redd with DVD’s move! I think that was in appreciation to his co owner.
JC: Oh my God!
ICON sits up and smirks before going for the cover.
JC: Surely this is over now!
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JC & RW: WHAT?!
RW: He kicked out! INCREDIBLE!
ICON is now insanely frustrated as Redd still refuses to stay down. Shaking his head, he rolls out of the ring.
JC: Now what's going to happen?!
ICON walks over to the timekeeper and yanks the Intercontinental Championship belt out of his hands.
RW: ICON just took his Championship! Is he going to just walk away?!
ICON now goes back to the ring and slides in with the belt in hand. The referee tries to stop him, but ICON shoves him aside just as Redd gets to his feet.
JC: NO! Don't do it!
ICON eyes up Redd, pauses, looks at the IC Title and then drops it to the mat.
RW: ICON could have done it, but he didn’t.
JC: He said he respected Redd and I think he just showed it there.
Instead, ICON winds up for a Showstoppa but Redd ducks it. ICON turns around into a kick to the gut. Redd hoists ICON up for a brain buster, but ICON reverses down to his feet, shoves Redd into the ropes and Redd bounces into ICON’s Superkick!
RW: SHOWSTOPPA!
ICON pins Redd
JC: Could it be…
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RW: REDD KICKED OUT! WHAT A FUCKING MATCH!
JC: YOU CAN’T SAY FUCKING!
ICON can’t believe it. He’s so drained. His hair sopping wet in sweat. Redd isn’t moving. The ref begins to count.
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Both men begin to crawl to the ropes.
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ICON and Redd try to pull themselves up, but both crash back to the mat!
10!!!
RW: Oh No!
JC: They both gave it everything they had, but neither one could finish off the other!
The ref goes to the announcer for the official decision.
RW: We’re getting word now that this match is a DRAW!
JC: NO! It can’t end this way!
RW: ICON predicted an instant classic and he delivered again.
JC: And so did Redd. What a match by these two Legends!
The ref grabs the title off the mat and hands it to Redd. Redd sittin up looks at ICON with a slight smile, knowing that ICON has brought him his moment. ICON smiles back at Redd and offers him a hand. Redd reaches back and ICON pulls Redd off the mat and raises his arm to the crowd. The ovation is deafening for both men.
WINNERS VIA DRAW: THE ICON AND REDD
The lights then begin to flicker as a voice comes over then chimes out loud through the speakers.
Old Radio Voice: This SEATTLITE FEED! Is being brought to you by the members of F.U.N... Fun, remember...Fuuuu-u-u-un
The voice cuts out after scratching a couple of times, the building begins to dim as static flares across the "Strike-tron".
RW: Did that just say Seattle-Lite Feed... What the hell is that?
JC: Besides that Fun isn't even... oh wait... I get it...
The lights of the arena once again go back to the original fluorescence but no sooner does this happen then on the "Strike-Tron" Dameon and his tag-team of David Burke and Jason Steel, aka Total Annihilation can be seen in what appears to be an airport. The crowd erupts at the sight of the former World Champion, knowing something has to be up, Dameon doesn't just do things without a reason behind them. The ICON and Redd stand in the ring looking at the Strike-tron.
Dameon: Hey there Rick... You look a bit exhausted there buddy? Oooh one second...
Dameon begins to lightly rub the back of his head, cringing his face at the camera as if in an "immense" amount of pain.
Dameon: Wow Rick, that little hired monkey of yours packs quite the punch doesn't he? And yes, Jameson... I am talking about you, because well... This week, lets just say you got lucky. Because you see, we couldn't quite make it there to Ireland tonight, due to the whole Seattle and our "lovely" weather conditions. BUT!!!! BUT! We WILL be back NEXT WEEK AT BREAKDOWN!
The crowd erupts at the thought of Dameon bringing his stable for their first "active" week of SFT. The ICON can only look on at the screen where the members of Forget-Us-Now still stand smiling and laughing amongst themselves. Dameon then once again raises the mic to his lips.
Dameon: Johnny, Johnny Jameson... Johnny Boy Johnny Boy Johnny Boy... Tisk Tisk Tisk you silly little nimrod, what were you thinking, walking through the door your very first night in this company, and coming up from behind me?!? THE BEAST!!! Coming up behind ME, the most dominant wrestler PERIOD, in this industry today... Was it trying to prove some sort of point on your part? Or were you just trying to take out the "top dog" and prove that you can "hang with the boys"... Heaven or Hell... Eye for an Eye... The whole WORLD BLIND... Ready to lose your vision Jameson? Are you? Or are you just ready for a little bit of FUN?
Dameon then tosses the mic up in the air where David Burke and Jason Steele quickly begin to wrestle over it a touch, seeing who gets to speak first as it were. David Burke is the first though lacking in size compared to Steele.
David Burke: And this, goes out to ALL the tag teams not only in this company, but in any company on this planet... You have never met two wrestlers the likes of me, the "Grungy" one himself, with my speed, precision, talent, and not to mention devastatingly beautiful physique, and my partner...
Jason Steele quickly grabs the mic looking deep into the camera.
Jason Steele: AND ME! The Prodigy, named for one reason and one reason only, because I simply am a wrestling phenom in the making, I am my own, your, and the WORLDS only wrestling Prodigy, and I am going to show each and everyone of you what I, well... WE mean...
Burke then grabs the mic back once again.
Burke: Because when this Seattle Slaughter is on their way after you well... you will be left TOTALLY... ANNIHILATED...!
Dameon then steps in between the two men shoving them aside while scoffing them... But before continuing to speak Dameon can only shake his head side to side.
Dameon: On a different note though however, not directly pertaining to matches... Redd, I am surprised you retained the IC Title here tonight... You don't realize that you retaining that Intercontinental championship... just spelt your demise my "friend" and do you know why...? BECAUSE! You have in your possession RIGHT NOW... The one title that has never dawned this waist, that has never been defended and fought for by this man! And I see all this as a really, REALLY, great opportunity Rick, not only for me, but for you as well because now, FINALLY you will see when I take the title from Redd, I will step into the ring with you, give you another opportunity at it and we will finally see who the better man really is!
As Dameon's words fall a boarding number and flight number can be heard getting called through the "Seattlite Feed"...
Airport: Now boarding for First Class, Flight 187 to Philadelphia... Now boarding Flight 187, First Class to Philadelphia...
The ICON at this point simply stares at the screen, knowing he is a whole ocean from his home country, not to mention his actual home in PHILLY! With this announcement Dameon just turns to the camera one more time, clutching the mic again while pulling a few small pieces of paper out of his pocket.
Dameon: Flights across the Atlantic, cancelled... Flights to ICON's front door... ALL SEATS NOW RESERVED!... You have a uhhhhh, how do they say that... FUN night there lad... Oh ya and Rick... You got something on your shoulder...
The "Strike-tron" then cuts out and the camera pans to a now infuriated ICON who can almost be seen steaming from the ears, but sure enough behind him is a masked figure, and the figure has a barbed-wire wrapped baseball bat. Slowly but surely The ICON makes his move, turning around as fast as he could, but in his battered state that was not enough, the first shot from the cloaked man caught him just under the chin, almost filleting his cheek and jaw bones, knocking him flat on his back... The man then adjusts his grip on the bat and nails Redd. He turns back to ICON and gives him the good 'ole "Excalibur" into the chest and sternum of The ICON, not just once, not twice, but three times leaving The ICON spitting up blood in the middle of the ring, clutching at his chest...
The ICON: You son of a...
The ICON's words are mixed with blood and coughs that prevent him from saying much, but a moment later he is made fully aware of who is under the cloak... Alexander "The Reaper" Xaokiin, the one member of F.U.N. not present during the "Seattlite Feed", he now stands laughing above The ICON, and before anything can even be said Alexander has already thrown the bat onto his shoulder and began to make his way up the ramp, waving at the downed and possibly very hurt ICON, who sits amongst of pile of his own blood, sweat, tears, and worries.
RW: From over six THOUSAND miles away, Dameon STILL makes his presence known on this night, leaving The ICON with a message, and something to stress about, no one wants to lose their title...
JC: I don't think he is too worried about the TITLE Randy... Dameon and his insane group of "Fun" having friends are on their way to Philadelphia, where ALL of The ICON's family lives, and we don't get out of here till tomorrow morning.
RW: Good point, that's pretty damn harsh... We got WORLD TITLE ACTION COMING UP FOR YOU NEXT FOLKS!!!
JC: Your an asshole...
SAINT JUDE vs. CHEEKY JOE* SFT World Heavyweight Title Match  RW: This match could be really brutal. JC: Maybe, but how do we follow what we just saw from ICON and Redd. RW: Hopefully these two guys can give us the same adrenaline rush. "Tarzan Boy" rips through the PA as Cheeky Joe saunters out of the back, with the World Title hanging over his shoulder. Giving an exaggerated "parade" wave to the crowd, he ambles down to the ring. Joe hands the title to the ref, and then feints a kick to the ref's nuts, then goes to his corner with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. JC: There's the world champ! RW: He has his work cut out for him tonight, John. "Ring of Fire" by Johnny Cash hits the PA system as Saint Jude comes out from the back. He looks around at the crowd, and makes a slight bow with his head and then shyly makes his way to the ring. He walks up the steps and goes through the ropes and faces Joe, who's smirking to himself in the corner. RW: Saint Jude had better have brought his A game tonight. JC: I'm sure he did.
“Plowed” by Sponge hits as Dark Wolf makes his way out onto the stage with his newly won SFT Tag Team Title over his shoulder. He has a mic in hand as Cheeky and Jude look back at Wolf with dismay.
DW: I am sure the two of you are don’t care why I am out here. But the bottom line is that these fans need a better class of Champion. Since our brave company owners have sought to oust Dameon, who was a worthy champion. They have robbed the fans of a real champion as only ICON and DVD can.
The fans boo the names of DVD and ICON.
DW: And I was content to leave things be in the world title situation. I was content to leave be my last world title reign until I earned my shot. Which I did. I earned my shot at Dameon and Kyle Murphy at Road to Salvation. But remember that title shot was earned due to my returning performance. However I still have a World Title Match. Because every good wrestler, every smart wrestler who has been around for a long time has in his contract that return title match clause.
DW: When Aidan took my world title and I went out for shoulder surgery. I was never given my return match. And sorry to say ICON and DVD its legally binding. I get a World Title Rematch from when I lost to Aidan way back in 2006. I was fine to let it go. Until you helped Cheeky Joe win that Championship. I am now holding the SFT for ransom, on behalf of my partner Ray Cross, on behalf of my long gone mentor Lexus, and on Behalf of every single fan watching tonight!
The audience starts cheering loudly and roars at the response.
DW: I am holding the SFT Ransom for my World Title Shot. And I do not care if it is Cheeky Joe, Saint Jude, or the owners themselves! SFT, Eternity has come to my feet.
Dark Wolf’s music hits and he retreats behind the curtain.
RW: Is Dark Wolf serious?RW: Is Dark Wolf serious?
JC: He just asked to have his rematch clause from 2006 honored.
RW: Can he do that?! Isn’t there a statute of limitations?
JC: Well I don’t think we’re gonna get any answers here tonight, Randy. Dave and ICON have been through their own wars. We’re gonna have to tune in to Breakdown for answers.
RW: Well now that the distractions are out of the way, let’s get back to our main event.
Match starts with both men circling the ring, sizing each other up. They both make the move to lock up in the middle of the ring, but Joe kicks Jude in the gut. and then hooks on a headlock. Jude reverses the headlock into a backdrop, and both men get up quickly, with Joe holding his neck a bit. Jude runs at Joe with a clothesline, Joe ducks it, and both men turn to face eachother, and Joe immediately attempts a Monkey Wrench, but Jude jumps back, catches the foot, and then spins Joe around. As Joe spins around to face Jude again, Jude kicks Joe in the gut and hooks on a facelock. Jude then runs at the ropes, stepping up and off them, hitting the Divine Intervention, and quickly going for the pin.
1...
2....
3.....!!!
RW: That’s it, Jude said it would happen and it has.
JC: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION!!!
RW: How the hell did he hit that so quick??
JC: I don't know, but Saint Jude is your new SFT World Champion! I think Jude was just a man on a mission. He set out to do something and he did it. I think he can be pissed at Redd all he wants, but at the end of the day Redd was the one who went out and brought him back and now Jude has more money than he’ll ever know what to do with. And he has Redd and SFT to thank for that.
WINNER VIA PINFALL AND NEW SFT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: SAINT JUDE
The all of the sudden the arena is filled with a blinding light, and Whispers in the Dark by Skillet blares through the arena. The light is so blinding that Jude and Cheeky both cover their eyes. The light slowly begins to break off and there is a man seen standing in the ring. He is dressed in all white and has long black hair, he has two golden chains that drape down the front of his chest. He looks over at St. Jude with the World Heavyweight championship thrown over his shoulder and begins to laugh uncontrollably. This brings a wry smile to Jude's face. All of the sudden the laughter stops and the guy dressed in all white turns to cheeky and nails him with a choke breaker. Jude watches this happen and looks at cheeky roll around in pain. Jude extends his arm and it appears as though the man is going to accept but at the last minute he hits Jude with a choke breaker also. The man looks to the sky and the light again explodes throughout the arena. A few minutes pass, and then again the light subsides, and the man is seen standing atop the ramp with a microphone in his hand, and a smile on his face.
"My name is....Tyler Veritas, and they call me "Hell's Nightmare."
Jude slowly makes it to his feet holding his back. Cheeky has rolled under the bottom rope.
"Jude I meant you no disrespect as you, I am aware, will be a great champion. I just had to make a mark on this federation that no one soon would forget."
Jude still holding his back leans down to pick up his World Heavyweight championship. He picks the belt up and throws it over his shoulder, as he does he nods to Veritas standing atop the ramp. Tyler acknowledges the show of respect.
"I am here to make an impact. I have sat by long enough and watched the SFT fade into the darkness created by it's management. I am here to shed some light on that darkness and turn over a new leaf for the federation. There will be consequences if you choose to intercede, which I know there will be, and for those that choose to test my might you all shall feel my wrath. "
"Romans 1:18 For God's wrath is being revealed from heaven against all the ungodliness and wickedness of those who in their wickedness suppress the truth."
Tyler pauses a brief moment and a smile shoots across his face.
"This will be fun."
Tyler drops the microphone and drops to his knees as he does again the blinding light invades the arena followed by "Whispers in the Dark" by Skillet. The light dissipates and Tyler is seen no where. The camera focuses in on Jude standing in the ring with a giant smile on his face.
RW: Wow, what an impact here tonight and what a PPV.
JC: We saw the arrivals of Anthony Vitone, F1X’s Evolution Champion and Tyler Veritas.
RW: US and Tag Titles have been decided as DVD and Primal Destiny have claimed gold.
JC: And we have a NEW SFT Champion in St. Jude. Folks, what a night. We’re outta time. Catch us next week for Breakdown!
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