 Strike Fantasy Towers RISING GODS With John Cartwright and Randy White 06/28/09 Sunday Night 8:00pm Live From The IZOD Center in East Rutherford, New Jersey
The SFT disclaimer is played warning of unauthorized reception violations and then the SFT logo appears. Following is Rising Gods’ opening promo highlighting Dave Van Dam, Anthony Vitone, ICON, Redd, Jude and Dark Wolf. The promo cuts to live inside the arena as the pyro blasts to open Rising Gods. Camera cuts to JC and RW at ringside…
RW: Welcome everyone to Rising Gods!
JC: It's bound to be another classic payperview here tonight in North Jersey just outside the N.Y.C.
RW: Ray Cross will once again be defending the Hardcore Title. Will he leave another PPV with the title still around his waist?
JC: It's a tough call, he's got new comer Ryan Cage to handle and so far, Ryan Cage has been very impressive. Will Ryan Cage make a name for himself here at Rising Gods?
RW: And we have a double main event here tonight. First up will be the triple threat Intercontinental Title Match with ICON, Redd and Dameon. Everything collides for these three here tonight.
JC: That's right Randy. It was ICON and Redd who battled to an epic draw last month at Eternity. And we all know the history between ICON and Dameon. Grudges will be settled here tonight!
RW: And then the World Title is on the line when Redd takes on Dark Wolf!
JC: Dark Wolf beat Dave Van Dam's Gauntlet Series and he's earned his Rematch for the SFT Title.
RW: Wolf tried to enact a rematch clause from 2006, but DVD turned the tables on him. Will Wolf get the last laugh?
JC: It's sure to be an exciting night. Let's get things started with our first match up!
RW: Wait! Hold up. We just got word that just two days ago, SFT headquarters was broken into. The only thing found missing was the stable cup trophy, it was last up for grabs in 2008 as a prize for war games. The SFT is offering a reward of $200,000.00 for the safe return of their prized trophy.
JC: Wow, that's huge. And what a reward!
Jack Jones vs. Jay Gamble Number One Contender to the SFT Hardcore Title
RW: Jay Gamble has been impressive this week. We're about to see his re-debut into Strike Towers.
JC: Many people are wondering how he gets and opportunity at a title shot right outta the gate.
RW: Maybe he'll prove why with a victory here tonight.
JC: But to do so, he's gonna have to get past the veteran, don't call me cowboy, Jack Jones.
"I've Got Friends in Low Places" hits the PA as Jack Jones makes his way onto the stage, down the ramp, and into the ring. There he awaits Jay Gamble.
"Dead Memories" by Slipknot begins to blast over the PA System as Jay Gamble walks out from the backstage area with "Man With A Plan" Tobias Jackson and "Lighter Than Air" Airborne following him. He looks out amongst the crowd and smirks. He raises his arms on the stage as an amazing display of red and green pyro technics go off behind him. He nods his head, lowers his arms, and begins walking down the ramp with his entourage following him.
The two lock up with Jay Gamble getting the upper hand. He successfully locks in a side headlock, however Jack Jones is out quick as he shoves Jay Gamble toward the ropes. He goes for a shoulder block but he steps out of the way, allowing him to run past and rebound chest-first off the ropes. As he stumbles back, Jack Jones hits a very hard back chop onto his upper back. He stumbles into the ropes placing a hand on his back. he proceeds with the punishment by driving a stiff elbow into the lower back of Jay Gamble; he now falls to a knee. he jumps into the air and dropkicks him in the back again, sending him off the ropes and smacking hard onto the canvas.
JC: “Did you see that? His whole body whip lashed!”
RW: “Yes I did. It looked painful.”
Jack Jones pins Jay Gamble for a short one count. he grabs Jay Gamble by the neck and lifts him up, giving him a welcoming Flair-style slap to his chest, which echoes through the room. He holds his chest as he whips him to the ropes. On rebound he surprises him with a spinning DDT. he goes down hard as he tries to pin him, receiving a short count as well. He brings him up and hits a nice body slam before heading to the ropes. He dives off as he slowly gets up, hitting a great flying-clothesline. Jack Jones hits the mat hard as Jay Gamble goes for his pin attempt again; this time receiving a slow two count.
Jack Jones is brought back up by him hair as Jay Gamble smiles whilst doing the pulling. Jay Gamble knees Jack Jones in the stomach and grabs him around the neck, while doing so he lifts him in the air. he however diverts him bodyweight and slides down his back. he then proceeds to hit a flashback slam. he hurries to him feet and runs at the ropes and on rebound he jumps high into the air, only to come down with a drop of the knee on Jay Gamble’s throat. He rolls away from him while holding his throat, coughing in due process.
Jack Jones brings Jay Gamble to his feet allowing Jay Gamble to break him hold and counter with a great leg sweep-clothesline combo. Jack Jones hits the mat hard; Jay Gamble takes his time to pin, which proves a bad decision as he barely gets a two count. Jay Gamble takes his time in bringing Jack Jones up, catching his breath as he does so. Jack Jones breaks the hold and swings a wild right but Jay Gamble stays on his game as he ducks the maneuver, coming up with a European uppercut. he stumbles back as Jay Gamble rebounds off the ropes. Jack Jones is dazed as Jay Gamble comes at him with a running lariat. he ducks the move and catches Jay Gamble with a quick chokehold. he quickly switches it into a tazzmission maneuver. he begins the torture, as Jay Gamble seems to fade out. Instead, Jay Gamble stumbles back, seemingly out of it, and rams him into the turnbuckle. he lets off some pressure and Jay Gamble breaks the hold. As soon as he does this, he quickly rolls him up with a small package; the ref is also surprised as it takes him a second to drop. One… two… THREE!
WINNER VIA PINFALL: Jay Gamble
RW: Jay Gamble wins his re-debut and also earns himself a shot at the Hardcore Title!
JC: Very impressive, but Randy. I've been clued in on where the Stable Cup might be and I want that money! I'll be right back.
John quickly gets up from his ringside position and runs quickly up the ramp and to the locker room. The scene plays on the Strike-Tron for the live crowd.
JC is walking past the locker room sometimes dubbed, 'The Den' where Wolf and Cross can typically be found backstage before matches preparing.
He stops next to the door and listens.
Cross: Yeah SFT security is a joke. The cup was easy to steal.
Wolf: Well, for an X-Navy SEAL.
JC: AHAAA! I get the reward bitches!'
Cross and Wolf look at each other and shrug.
JC: Hand over the cup.
Cross and Wolf look at each other again and start laughing abruptly.
JC: What is so funny?
Cross: What do you think you heard?
JC: You guys got the cup.
Wolf: So what, do you want a cookie? Wait, you think you can force us to give... you the cup?
Cross: I think he wants a a Tribute (referring to a double super kick Primal Destiny has been known to use as a finisher).
Wolf: Right on Cross.
JC backs away slowly.
Cross: Look JC if you cherish your teeth, you can tell the owners we have their precious cup, but we aren't giving it away or telling them where it is without a match. Our stable against all the other stables.
JC: You guys are just a tag-team.
Cross: You are quick. I'll give you that. What is your point?
Wolf: He doesn't really have a point Ray.
Cross: You let us worry about the odds JC.
Wolf: The odds. AH HA HA HA, YOU ARE JOKING RIGHT CROSS. How many stables does it take to screw in a lightbulb. HA HA HA HA.
Cross: Heh, Look JC, Icon got off a little too easy when he gift wrapped our tag team titles, we want another shot, so either his stable agree's to the match and we bring the cup out, or they don't and I never tell the SFT where I sent it.
JC: Icon will kick your asses for this.
Cross and Wolf look at eachother and burst out laughing.
Wolf: That's kind of the point JC, we want another shot at that fatass. Now run along. Don't you have work to do?
Cross: Teeth... remember your teeth.
JC's smile is quickly replaced with a look of concern as he scurries back to his announcer's chair.
Blood Money vs. Total Annihilation Number One Contender to the SFT Tag Team Titles Match
RW: Whoa John, guess you're not gonna cashing in on that reward.
JC: Primal Destiny has stolen the Stable Cup and the only way that ICON will get it back is if he faces Primal in a match for it!
RW: Ya know, i think that's the second time Primal has broken into ICON's office. They really need to change the locks!
JC: Up next is the a match to see who will be facing Primal Destiny next for those Tag Team Titles.
RW: Total Annihilation are a fearsome team.
JC: And Blood Money lost to Primal for the titles last month. They get another shot for a rematch this month.
Du Hast by Rammstein blares throughout the arena and out walks both members of Blood Money. The have no expression on their face as they walk down. The slide under the bottom rope and await their opponents.
Total Annihilation’s music then plays, but Burke and Steele run straight down to the ring, sliding right under the bottom rope and start exchanging blows with the challengers. Their music fades, and the referee has a tough time deciding who should start the match, luckily for him though, Twilight takes Steele over the top rope with a clothesline, but Steele grabs Twilight's arm, and both fall to the outside. The bell rings, and TK and Twilight stand looking at each other. As Burke swings a fist, TK knees him quickly in the gut, then, holding the back of Burke's neck, pushes Burke to the mat face first. He tries to lock in a Mexican surfboard on Burke, but he struggles free and quickly gets up to his feet. Burke whips TK, on the rebound, Burke takes him down with a monkey toss followed quickly by an elbow drop. Burke goes for a pin.
ONE! TWO! Kickout!
JC: Too early to try and keep TK down... hey, RW, who do you think'll win?
RW: Me? Meh, I want Blood Money to win personally.
Both men get to their feet again, and Burke takes TK down with a huge lariat then sending him crashing straight to the mat. Burke turns his back, and walks over to the turnbuckle in his team's corner. He begins to try and rip the padding off of it, he manages to do so, but TK hits a pump kick into Burke's back, sending him into the exposed turnbuckle! TK quickly rolls him up with a school boy, and puts his legs up on the second rope. The referee spots this out of the corner of his eye as he counts to two and stops the counting. The fans cheer.
Meanwhile, on the outside, Steele and Twilight continue to battle. The Steele tries to take Twilight down with a super kick, but Twilight ducks, and quickly hits a low sweep to Steele while he's still on one foot. Steele falls and Twilight steps back. He takes a short run up, and then tries to hit a senton bomb, but Steele rolls out of the way, and Twilight consequently hits the cold hard floor hard. Twilight sits up and Steele looks amazed. A hand shoots out from Twilight, and grabs Steele by the throat. Twilight uses this to get to his feet, and throws Steele over the barrier with ease, straight into a crowd of people who start screaming. The ones not crushed by the 285 pounder start patting him and praising him. Twilight however, goes to his corner for the first time in the match.
TK quickly tags in Twilight, and brings Burke down with an implant DDT. Twilight gets up to the top rope, and falls forward hitting a flying headbutt ala Chris Benoit on Burke. He seems to be down and out, but the two challengers keep on their assault. TK holds Burke up, hooking his arms behind him, while Twilight begins hitting huge fists and backhand slaps on Burke. Twilight goes back to his corner, climbs to the second rope, and hits Burke with a front dropkick. TK turns this straight into a Tiger suplex which sends the fans into a frenzy. He can't pin though and Hugh sends him back to his corner. Twilight was also affected from the move but slowly crawls over to Burke. He goes for a pin of his own, draping an arm over Burke's chest. The ref counts... ONE! TWO! Burke BARELY KICKS OUT! The crowd is in a real frenzy now, as a "Burke!" chant starts up.
RW: I wonder if TA can win this... I mean, they're here, they know how to win tag team matches, but they only work wonders as a team, right now, I can't even see Steele.
As he says that though, Steele stands up looking refreshed and climbs over the barrier. He jumps up onto the apron of his corner, and starts hitting the rope. Burke slowly crawls across the ring, but Twilight grabs him by the foot and drags him back. Twilight slides out the ring on his team's side. He grabs Burke's legs and pulls him out of the ring, so he is levelled out in mid air between Twilight's grip and the top part of his body still in the ring. TK looks and Twilight and smiles. He leaps off and hits a body press across Burke's back! Awesome teamwork from the rookie team, but Steele jumps off and runs to save his partner. He hit’s a plant DDT on TK, and whips Twilight into the guard rail. He rolls Burke into the ring as the referee starts to count Twilight out. Steele hits Twilight in the lower back, then slams his head into the guard rail. Steele then hooks his head up like he was to hit a bulldog, but instead he runs forward and rams Twilight's head into the steel post of one of the turnbuckles. Twilight falls back and Steele starts stomping him, but out of no where, a groggy TK takes Steele down with a baseball shot to his shins. The ref somehow fails to see this as TK was below the apron.
SEVEN!... EIGHT!... Twilight!...
TK gets up and rolls Twilight into the ring quickly. Burke goes for a cover, but TK put's Twilight's leg up on the rope. Hugh starts shouting at TK to get back, and Burke goes for another cover.
ONE! TWO! NO, ANOTHER KICKOUT!
Twilight manages to kick out with quite a force, throwing Burke off of him. He gets up slowly, and is met with a punch to side of his face. Burke goes up against the ropes and breaking character, goes for a crucifix pin, but he breaks the hold delibrately and gets up. He shouts at Twilight to get up and charge at him. Burke sidles close to turnbuckle where he had torn off the padding, and as Twilight charges, Burke gets read to hit a drop toe hold, but Twilight stops dead, and as Burke falls, Twilight purposely steps over Burke's knee, then twists round on it. Twilight continues by locking in a camel clutch, but he is close to Annihilation's corner. As the ref asks if Burke is okay, Steele charges the length of the apron, hitting a harsh clothesline on Twilight that sends him toppling over. Both Burke and Twilight lie on the mat, dazed and exhausted. Again, a chant of "Burke" starts up, and slowly, but surely, both men crawl towards their partners who are eagerly awaiting them. Burke tags first, and the crowd go ballistic. Steele sprints across the ring and hits an elbow in TK's face, but he stays on the apron. The ref is distracted from the bleeding Burke, who was busted open after Twilight's headbutt. TK moves forward and spits water into Steele's face. Twilight hits a huge German suplex on Steele, which causes him to land on his head. TK reaches over and tags himself in. However, referee Hugh Johnson is still attending to Burke, so when TK hits the Devil’s dues on Steele, and covers, not only would the ref have been able to count up to about 5, but he also sends TK back! While Steele is still down they tag legally... again, but with the ref watching them. TK goes back to Steele and this time tries to hit his finisher the blood debt.
JC: After the baseball shot to his shins, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Steele taps out to this.
However, before TK can even lock in the move, Steele kicks out, hitting TK in the backside, sending him forward into the exposed turnbuckle! Steele gets up, looks at Burke, sees he's in a worse state than him, and wanders over to TK who seems out cold. A trickle of blood streams down his forehead from where he hit the metal hard. Steele covers...
ONE! TWO!
...KICKOUT! Steele flails an arm out in disgust, which hits Johnson in the head sending him to the mat.
JC: We really should get some referees who don't get knocked out all the time...
Twilight gets into the ring, grabs Steele by the hair and throws his face into Twilight's knee, then he hits him with a shortarm clothesline that sends him arse over tit! Twilight then goes straight to Burke, who's still barely holding onto the ropes. He's on the apron, but not for long as Twilight lifts him up for a suplex and drops him over the top rope. Burke is trapped, balanced over the top rope nicely. Twilight steps back, and this time hits a knee to Burke's face which send him flying to the outside! Twilight and TK are both up now, and they crouch while Steele gets up to his feet. From both sides they sidestep forward and both hit Steele with superkicks to the head. Steele drops again and TK goes for a pin. Slowly, the referee stirs and counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE...
RW: Blood Money have done it.
JC: They will have a shot at the Tag Titles somewhere down the line!
WINNERS VIA PINFALL : BLOOD MONEY
The scene goes to the backstage area where "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble is sitting with "Man With a Plan" Tobias Jackson and "Million Dollar Masked Man" Airborne. Jay is putting his wrestling gear in his duffel bag and he looks over to his comrades.
Jay Gamble: If you thought my match was good... just wait for the afterparty.
Tobias Jackson: Yeah man. We gonna hit the club?
Jay Gamble: Better. Miniature golf.
Tobias and Airborne stop what they're doing and stare at Jay.
Airborne: Seriously?
Jay Gamble: Yes. That's how I wind down after a long night.
Airborne: How was it a long night? All you did was squash Jack Jones.
Jay Gamble: That's "The Cowboy" Cowboy Jack Jones.
Airborne: Whatever.
Tobias Jackson: I mean no disrespect cuz. We only twenty minutes from Manhattan and the Big Apple is callin' homey.
Jay Gamble: Is it calling? I don't hear the phone ringing.
Tobias Jackson: You know what I mean.
Jay Gamble: Okay fine. We can go to Manhattan. Next time, its mini golf all the way.
Tobias Jackson: Sure no problem.
Airborne: Bag all packed?
Jay Gamble: Yeah. I just have to take up more unnecessary air time to talk trash about everybody in SFT.
Tobias Jackson: Why?
Jay Gamble: It's in the script. See... right here...
Jay hands over a piece of paper and Tobias looks it over.
Tobias Jackson: "Jay Gamble. Take up more unneccesary air time to talk trash about everybody in SFT." Damn.
Airborne: Can we do it on the way out of the building?
Jay Gamble: I don't see why not.
Jay picks up his bag and heads for the door. Airborne, Tobias, and the camera crew follow. As they make their way down the hallway, Jay scowls at various SFT employees.
Jay Gamble: Bottom to time, here I go. Reno Destiny. You're a man with a destiny, yeah? You've held a lot of gold here in SFT and claim to be the Soul Survivor of the Holocaust. You know... my grandfather survived the Holocaust. Not the silly SFT faction. I mean the real one. Now, you may have survived a wrestling stable... but you won't survive me when the time comes. As for your scheduled opponent Accountant, you think that crunching numbers makes you a superstar around here? It means nothing. You are nothing. You are so nothing that you didn't even show up to Rising Gods. If you come near me, Accountant... I'll crunch your face.
Jay Gamble: Ryan Cage and Ray Cross battled earlier for the Hardcore Championship... which is, as you know, the first of many singles title I am going to win here in SFT. If it were up to me, I would take on both of those fools in a triple threat match just to prove my dominance in every way early on in my third run here in SFT. Honestly, I didn't watch their match so I don't even know who has the strap. I don't care. Ryan... Ray... whichever one of you chumps has my belt, be ready. I'm coming for you. And when I come for you... I will not be stopped. You're look at at "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble fellas. Throw me in an environment without rules or regulations and I will conquer like no other.
Jay Gamble: Another match that didn't go down as planned today was Tyler Veritas versus Anishinabe. Come on. It's not like that match was going to get pay per view buys anyway. If that match had gone down, it would have been quite simple. Two losers who don't deserve spotlight lock up. They fight back and forth. One of them hits a finisher. Three count. There would have been no glitz, no glamour... John and Randy would have surely fallen asleep during this one. I'm glad it didn't happen, honestly... because they would kill the crowd right before my well planned destruction of "The Cowboy" Cowboy Jack Jones. I've said enough about Jacky boy over the last week to cover this rant... so I'll just move on.
Jay Gamble: What we just witnessed live was by far the worst tag team match in this history of professional wrestling. Blood Money are now the number one contenders for the SFT Tag Team Titles once again by defeating Total Annihilation and Jungle Fury. Honestly, who didn't see it coming? Blood Money may be terrible... but the other two teams are worse. It will be a joy to see Ray Cross and The Dark Wolf decimate Blood Money with the tag gold on the line. It really doesn't matter to me, though... because I don't have an active tag team partner. I wouldn't mind tracking down Nick Kincaid or Shawn Walsh to come back and win the straps with me, but I also wouldn't mind a new partner.
Tobias Jackson: I got yo back if you need me.
Airborne: Me, too.
Jay Gamble: I know, I know. I was kinda hoping to find somebody already on the SFT roster.
Tobias Jackson: That'll be pretty tough with you bashing all of them right now.
Jay Gamble: Eh whatever. Coming up next... live on pay per view... the massively over hyped Anthony Vitone is going to take the United States Title from Dave Van Dam. Don't act surprised. DVD has been slipping since he saw me pop up on Breakdown last week. That's got to be it. Think about it. DVD was on a roll until Jay Gamble came to town. Now, nobody has heard from him. He's probably been hiding in his house... cowering in fear... knowing that soon... very soon... "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble will ruin his run as a top dog here in SFT. The guy's been a top dog for a lifetime. It's time for the old timer to step aside and watch as Jay Gamble rules over SFT like he has for years. As for Anthony Vitone... eh... whatever. The guy has had three matches in a month. Big deal.
Jay Gamble: Following that match will be an epic encounter between The ICON, Dameon, and Redd. Being that it's an Inferno Match... it's going to have a lot more time and flare than the main event tonight. Okay, I'll start with Dameon. The guy is a beast in his own rights, but he's just like DVD. He's scared shitless now that "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble is back in town. Pretty sumexican personious that he, like DVD, hasn't been heard from all week. Then you have the current, reigning, and defending champion Redd. The guy is a joke. Not a funny joke. A sick joke. Tonight, Redd gets burned and ICON walks out with the gold. It's as simple as that. ICON has been on the top of his game lately and it's only a matter of time before he's SFT Champion again.
Airborne: Kiss ass.
Jay Gamble: Not at all. I want ICON to be SFT Champion so I can take it from him in a month.
Airborne: You are so full of yourself.
Jay Gamble: Damn straight. I won't deny that I'm my own biggest fan... just like no one can deny that Saint Jude is his own biggest fan. Come on, the guy is just as much - if not more - of a joke than Redd is. He flaunts the SFT Title like it means anything. He won it from Cheeky Joe! That's hardly something to be proud of. Then he defended it successfully... against "The Cowboy" Cowboy Jack Jones! His time as SFT Champion has been spent taking on bottom feeders while guys like The Dark Wolf have been waiting in the shadows. Tonight, TDW steps out of the shadows and takes the SFT Title. It's as simple as that. No more easy ride for Saint Jude. He's got a real challenger that will restore honor to the title. I said I wanted to take the strap from ICON in a month, but... if TDW has it... I will gladly take it from him. He is a worthy adversary for me and will look good on the list of victims of "Unable to Handle" Jay Gamble.
Tobias Jackson: You really like the sound of your voice.
Jay Gamble: It soothes me.
Airborne: Me, too.
Jay Gamble: What?!
Airborne: Uhhh nothing.
Jay Gamble: Oh, okay. Well guys... I think that covered everybody.
Tobias looks at the sheet of paper Jay handed him earlier as they exit the building.
Tobias Jackson: Destiny and Accountant... Cage and Cross... Veritas and Anishinabe... Jack... Blood Money... Total Annihilation... Jungle Fury... Vitone... DVD... ICON... Dameon... Redd... Wolf... Jude. Yeah, you got everybody.
Jay Gamble: Good. My throat is a little sore from all the talking. Lets get outta here.
Airborne: What... no catch phrase?
Jay Gamble: Oh. Right. Life's a gam--
The scene cuts out and heads back to the ringside area before he can finish his catch phrase.
JC: What a long pointless speech from Jay Gamble.
John looks over and sees Randy sleeping.
JC: Randy... Randy!
RW: What?!
JC: Wake up.
RW: Is Gamble done ranting?
JC: Yeah. It's time to move on to the United States Title Match between Dave Van Dam and Anthony Vitone.
RW: Oh man. How long was I out?
JC: A long time. The show must go on...
Dave Van Dam* vs. Anthony Vitone SFT United States Title Match 
RW: Up next, DVD will try to hold on to his US Title.
JC: But it may prove futile as he is taking on red hot Elite Society Member, Anthony Vitone!
Anthony Vitone's music hits and he makes his way onto the stage holding the F1X Evolution Title over his shoulder. He smirks atop the stage and then walks down the aisle into the ring.
"Changes" by Tupac hits and Dave Van Dam makes his way onto the stage wearing his SFT US Title. Dave walks down the ramp, slides into the ring and unsnaps the title from around his waist, holding it in his hand and slamming it against the skull of Vitone.
JC: Isn't that a DQ? [The referee calls for the opening bell.]
RW: Nope.
[The fans go wild as Dave Van Dam tosses the title out of the way. He just looks around, astonished.]
JC: I don't know if he's used to this kind of reaction...
RW: Dave Van Dam just screams "bad guy" to me. I don't know why...
[He climbs to the middle turnbuckle and throws his arms up in the air, basking in the glory. Anthony Vitone slowly gets to his feet and stumbles over to DVD. He turns around and grabs DVD's arms in a crucifix, then turns it into a neckbreaker. Both men lay motionless for a moment, but Dave Van Dam reaches the ropes to get to his feet. He waits in the corner holding his neck as Anthony Vitone gets to one knee. Dave Van Dam walks over slowly and steps up on Anthony Vitone's knee, then knees him in the face with the other!]
JC: The delayed shining wizard! [Anthony Vitone falls back to the mat holding his jaw.]
RW: The Dirty Dog is wasting no time here.
[Dave Van Dam walks over and drops a hard elbow on Anthony Vitone's spine, then works his way up to the arm and wrenches it in a peculiar way.]
JC: He's going to snap Anthony Vitone's arm!
RW: Good...
[Anthony Vitone reaches for the ropes with luckily gets it. Dave Van Dam lets go and he helps the boy up. He irish whips him into the corner and goes for a splash, but Anthony Vitone ducks out of the ring and shakes his arm. Dave Van Dam waits in the corner for a moment catching his breath before going after the boy. He climbs out of the ring and stays on the apron. When Anthony Vitone turns around, Dave Van Dam runs and dives off... connecting perfectly with a hurricanrana right into the crowd barrier!]
JC: They are going all out in this one.
RW: And it's not even the main event!
JC: Dave Van Dam\ is proving that it should be.
[Dave Van Damdrags Anthony Vitone to his feet and slams his head into the barrier before Irish whipping him back into the ring. He then jumps onto the apron and pulls Anthony Vitone's head just over the apron. He then smiles as he drops a knee on Anthony Vitone's forehead, forcing the boy to roll back into the ring in great pain. Dave Van Damsmiles as he slides back into the ring. He drags Anthony Vitone to the corner and goes for a springboard moonsault, but Anthony Vitone gets his knees up just in time. Dave Van Damrolls onto his back in the center of the ring and Anthony Vitone manages to get to his feet. Holding his head and hunched over, he walks over to Dave Van Dam. He flips off the United States Champion and hits a standing shooting star press, followed by the cover!]
RW: 1... 2... NO!
JC: So close. Dave Van Dam won't stay down for just that, though.
RW: It's going to take a lot from the punk kid at this point...
[Anthony Vitone sits up frusterated and he gets to his feet. He pulls Dave Van Dam up to his feet and sets him up for a T-Bone Suplex. As he lifts Dave Van Dam up, he spikes his head onto the mat and covers him quickly.]
JC: 1... 2... NO!
RW: That move looked pretty damn effective to me.
JC: Not enough to keep him down.
[Anthony Vitone helps the champ up again and sends him into the ropes. Anthony Vitone bends down for a back body drop, but Dave Van Damsees it coming and he jumps over Anthony Vitone. He quickly turns around and locks Anthony Vitone in a full nelson... then sends him back with a mean suplex with a bridge!]
RW: 1... 2... NO!
[Dave Van Dam releases Anthony Vitone, who holds onto his neck. Dave Van Damgets to his feet and he stomps away at Anthony Vitone's ribs, trying to cause some damage. He picks up the boy and sends him into the ropes, catching him and sending him down with a stalling spinebuster, to cause more impact. The Dirty Dog rolls Anthony Vitone onto his back and grabs locks on an elevated STF submission hold. Anthony Vitone screams out in pain and the referee waits for the boy to tap.]
JC: This could be it.
[He swings his arm in pain and jabs Dave Van Damin the eye with his thumb. The hold is released and Anthony Vitone crawls over to the opposite corner. He starts to get to his feet, as does DVD. With one eye closed, Dave Van Dam charges at Anthony Vitone and and he kicks the back of his head. He then lays Anthony Vitone flat on his back and he climbs to the top rope again.]
RW: What is he going to do now?
[He delivers the vicious double stomp to the young man's chest, causing him to roll around in agony.]
JC: Dave Van Dam is a ruthless son of a bitch!
RW: Hey now. He's beating up the slime and ooze of Strike Fantasy Towers. It's okay for him to be ruthless.
[Dave Van Damdrags Anthony Vitone to the center of the ring one last time and he signals for the end. He goes back to the corner and climbs to the top. With a grim look on his face, he dives off and goes for a shooting star frog splash... but Anthony Vitone rolls out of the way just in time!]
JC: OH MY GOD!
[Anthony Vitone slides out of the ring and he stumbles over to the announcer's table in a daze. He picks up a chair and slides it into the ring. He then slides in as the referee picks up the chair. Anthony Vitone and the referee argue about the chair and Dave Van Dam sneaks up from behind with a school boy roll-up, putting his feet on the ropes for leverage!]
JC: 1... 2... 3!
RW: NO! The referee saw his feet at the last second!
[The ref waves his arms and scolds Dave Van Damfor trying to cheat. Dave Van Dam points out that Anthony Vitone brought a chair into the ring and the ref shrugs. The ref then picks up the chair and tosses it out of the ring... leaving Anthony Vitone wide open to low blow DVD!]
JC: So much cheating... my head is spinning...
RW: No more drugs, John.
[Anthony Vitone slowly walks over to DVD, taunting the crowd on his way. Dave Van Dam gets to his hands and knees and Anthony Vitone grabs DVD's left arm. In one swift move, he locks on a triangle hold and pulls so hard that we hear a pop!]
JC: I think DVD's arm is dislocated! Look at the tears swelling in his eyes!
[Anthony Vitone realizes what he has done, but he doesn't release the hold. Dave Van Damscreams out, but won't give up. He grabs the bottom rope and the referee makes Anthony Vitone let go. Anthony Vitone gets up and rests for a moment as Dave Van Damcrawls over to the corner. He manages to get to his feet and he slams his limp shoulder into the top turnbuckle, popping it back into place. He holds the arm close to him. As he turns around, Anthony Vitone springboards off of the ropes next to him and knees Dave Van Damin the head. The spring sends Anthony Vitone out of the ring, but he holds onto the top rope, landing firmly on the apron. He grabs Dave Van Dam and goes for a sunset flip, but he holds onto the boy with his one good arm and swings him up onto his shoulders. Dave Van Dam then plants Anthony Vitone with a death valley driver, followed by the cover!]
RW: 1... 2... NO!
JC: If he could have hooked the leg, he would have had it!
[The one armed Dave Van Dam gets Anthony Vitone to his feet. Anthony Vitone -- who is still nursing his head and neck -- doesn't know what's going on. Dave Van Damsets him up for another death valley driver, but Anthony Vitone slips out of it and he bounces off the ropes... getting in a diving forearm to the face of the United States Champion! Anthony Vitone then kicks him in the gut and sets him up for a powerbomb. He hoists the champ up, who struggles to get free from the crucifix position. Anthony Vitone then sends him crashing down with a facebuster!]
JC: There's the cover!
RW: 1... 2... 3..... NO!!!!
JC: JESUS CHRIST! Dave Van Dam kicked out AGAIN!!
RW: The fans are going insane!
[Anthony Vitone rolls over, thinking he has won. He lifts his arm up in the air and crawls to his feet. He then stands in the corner. Dave Van Dam gets up in the other corner, slowly stalking the boy. The referee turns Anthony Vitone around to tell him the match isn't over... and Dave Van Dam charges for a spear! Anthony Vitone moves a bit and catches Dave Van Dam around the waist, planting him with a fast-paced evenflow piledriver!]
RW: THE COVER!
JC: 1... 2... 3!!!!
WINNER VIA PINFALL AND NEW SFT US CHAMPION: ANTHONY VITONE
Ryan Cage vs. Ray Cross* SFT Hardcore Title Match 
JC: Ladies and gentlemen get ready!
RW: Get set! Go! Hahahahaha!
JC: No, dummy! Get ready for what I expect to be my favorite match of the night!
RW: OUR favorite match ...
JC: Our?
RW: That's right. I love hardcore matches! The blood, the pain, the unpredictability ... it's great!
JC: Hell yeah! Screw this, let's waste no more time blabbing. Let's get our two competitors out here and get this shindig started!
RW: Booyah! (mumbles to John shortly after) Don't ever say "shindig" again ...
JC: Ok . . .
Redneck by Lamb of God blares throughout the arena and Ryan Cage walks out from behind the curtain with a smile on his face. He looks very confident as he slides under the bottom rope.
RW: God what a beast. Look at him! He's a bear!
JC: But how hardcore is a bear?
RW: No man that size needs to be "hardcore" I can tell you that much. Anything he does to an opponent should be considered "hardcore."
JC: True.
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.
RW: Well there he is folks, the Hardcore champ himself, Ray Cross!
JC: And I'll tell ya' Randy he's a great champion no matter what, but he's going to have his work cut out for him tonight. Ryan Cage is no cake walk.
RW: Amen to that. This is guaranteed to be a hardcore title match for the ages.
JC: Predictions Randy?
RW: I don't know if I could John. This is bound to be a close a one, but I'll go with ... Ryan Cage.
JC: I'll go with Ray.
RW: Well, waste no more time good sir ... let's get this thing started!
DING! DING! DING!
Distracted momentarily by the ref and the sound of the bell Ray Cross is caught off guard by Ryan with a tumultuous big boot.
JC: Ooooooooooh!!!
RW: Ryan makes a bold first statement there!
JC: Haha wow did he ever.
Ryan soon after wastes no time putting the "hardcore" into this match as he makes his way towards the ropes and crawls out from underneath them. He tosses the ring apron up over him as he begins to dig from underneath the ring. Second later he pulls out a small ladder. He stands up with the ladder and slides it into the ring right next to Ray cross, who is now moving a little bit more. Cage drops back down underneath the apron and pulls out two tables which lay on top of one another. He then proceeds to slide those two into the ring as well. Going back underneath the apron one more time for now he brings out a large ladder. He then slides that into the ring and follows it in right after.
RW: Bringing out the hardware! Ryan has one thing on mind it seems.
JC: Yeah to break Ray cross into pieces. Get up cross!
Ryan proceeds to lay the larger ladder up against one of the corner turnbuckles. He walks back towards the center of the ring and grabs a table. He stands it up right and bends out all of the legs, then pushing it close towards the large ladder. Just as Cage turns around to continue his work he's caught with a combination of punches from a recently revived Ray cross.
RW: Where did he come from?!
Ray works him over all the way back against the large ladder in the corner. cross tops off his string of jabs with an explosive hard right knocking Cage back onto the ladder. Ray quickly runs to the opposite side of the ring and then turns around towards Ryan cross. Ray raises an arm into the air and screams getting a cheerful reaction from the crowd. Ray then sprints towards Cage and the ladder and leaps into the air attempting to smash a stinger splash onto Ryan, but Cage counters by spinning out of the way making Ray land face first into the ladder. Ray slowly staggers around when suddenly Ryan violently grabs him by the throat. Within second he lifts Ray Cross into the air and chokeslams him through the table he had setup.
JC: Holy hell! Cage just chokeslammed Ray Cross through the table!
RW: Cover him Cage! I predicted you to win! Hurry up and cover him!!!
The crowd had let out an applause right after the chokeslam and it was now fading out. Cage drops to his knees, then hooks one of Ray's legs on top of the broken table for a cover. The ref makes the count.
One! . . .
Two! . . .
Thr-kickout!
JC: Ray barely survived that one. Damn and we've only just begun!
RW: The beginning is always just as the much the end in a hardcore match partner. These types of matches aren't known for their length!
Cage rubs the top of his head in a frustrated manner as he stands up. He walks over towards the other table and picks it up to setup. He does so then heads back over near Ray cross. He bends down and grabs him by the hair and raises him up to his feet. Cage leans back and delivers a powerful right hand to Ray knocking him back down. Cage picks cross up once again this time taking him over to the other table. He lifts Ray up a little and places him on his back on the table. Cage turns around looking for the smaller ladder and locates it immediately. Cage proceeds to set it up right in front of the table with Ray on it. He climbs from the opposite side of the ladder to the top then slowly swings his legs over to the other side. Cage hesitates for a moment as he stands up on the ladder.
JC: What the hell does he plan to do? He's not even up that high, he might just be wasting time here!
RW: It's not going to matter how high up he is because I assure you this ... when that large body comes flying down on top of you through a table, it's going to be hard to carry on in Ray cross's case.
JC: Well, what's this?!
Perhaps wasting just a little bit too much time Ray cross is able to roll off the table and to his feet. Ray reaches up and grabs a hold of Ryan cross. A few moments of a move-less struggle between the two occurs before Ryan cross pencil dives off the ladder and lands an axe handle onto Ray's skull. Ray falls all the way onto a middle rope with his chin resting over the top of it. Ryan cross runs towards the opposing ropes and bounces off them sending him full speed over to Ray where Cage then jumps up and lands his backside over the top of Ray's head as Cage slides through to the outside. cross it sent flying back to the mat like he came out of a cannon. Cage turns back towards the ring, but decides to stop and then check back under the ring for more weapons he may find helpful. He pulls out a fire extinguisher and slides into the ring. Just as he did with the fire extinguisher he now slides in a couple of trash can lids and follows in himself shortly after.
RW: Cage has had nothing on his mind in this match other than to hurt Ray and do it any way imaginable.
JC: By the looks of it he plans on doing more than hurt.
RW: Still sticking with Ray to win this one Johnny?
JC: I don't know. I know well enough not to count him out just yet, but things aren't looking good for him right now.
Meanwhile back to the action Ryan has now picked up one of the trash can lids. cross now on his hands and knees trying to stand up is suddenly ambushed with a series of smashes to the back with the trash can lid in Ryan’s hand. Cage goes on for nearly a minute before stopping and then tossing the lid out of the ring, dented and crippled. He bends down and picks up Ray bringing him to his feet, but barely. Cage holds Ray by his throat as he looks into his eyes and laughs.
RW: What's he going to do?!
JC: How am I supposed to know?
Cage proceeds to bend down and lift Ray onto his shoulders setting him up a DVD on a chair.
RW: Oh no! This will end him!
JC: Damnit! Counter cross!
Cage ferociously flips him into the air and sends him down onto the back of his neck with the devastating DVD!
RW: COVER HIM!
Cage quickly jolts up to his feet with adrenaline. He can taste the victory coming if he only just pins him. He gestures for a moment by leaning a little bit that he's going to cover him, but he apparently has something else on his mind. Cage reaches down and picks up the limp Ray cross and carries him back to the table. He sets him on the table stomach first with one of his arms hanging down over the side ... right next to the fire extinguisher. Cage looks around before setting his eyes back onto that large ladder. He walks over to that turnbuckle in which it was leaning on and picks it up off of it. He walks over near the table again and just a couple feet away and stands the large ladder up. With one hand on one of the rungs he motions with the other hand to the crowd "Up!" with a thumbs up. The crowd starts to build in anticipation with each step he takes on the ladder. The crowd reaches their loudest yet as he has climbed to the top, facing backwards and away from the table with Ray cross on it.
JC: He's probably going to go for the "450"!
RW: Go for it Cage!
JC: This could very well be the end of this match should he connect.
Cage takes a deep breath. At least twenty feet into the air he stands. He's ready to go when he decides to check behind him one time before the jump and . . .
Ray cross! Ray cross reaches for the extinguisher and in lightning speed flips to his back on the table and aims the nozzle up towards Ryan cross and sprays him in the face blinding him. Ray tosses the fire extinguisher away and rolls off the table. As fast he can he begins to climb the same side as where Cage is.
RW: Ray cross! He's up and climbing the ladder!
JC: Oh hell yes! What's going to happen here?! Ryan is currently blind this is great!
Ray reaches near the top just a level below Cage's current spot. cross spins him around to face towards him. Ray grabs Cage by the head and bends him down before quickly hooking Cage's arms.
RW: OH NO! He's going to go for the "Death Roll" off the top of the ladder!
Just as Randy had finished speaking Ray cross pulled Ryan cross off the ladder along with himself and sent him crashing through the table below with the "Death Roll"! The crowd erupts with excitement and a chant of "Holy shit!", "Holy shit!", "Holy shit!"
RW: NO! NO!
JC: YES! YES! COVER HIM!
Somehow in the carnage we see that Ray Cross has an arm laying over the chest of Ryan Cage, though both are knocked out. The ref makes the count.
One! . . .
Two! . . .
Thr . . . ee!!! . . .
Hey man nice shot begins to play once again as Ray cross is declared the winner. The ref heads over to the ropes and is handed the Hardcore title. He walks over towards Ray cross and lays it on top of his chest.
RW: Aweeeeeeeeee damnit. So close!
JC: Wowwy what a doozy that one was. Ray Cross remains hardcore champion, but more importantly ... I picked the right guy! Hahahahaha!
RW: Shut up.
JC: What a great match.
As Cross gets up, the ref hands him the title. Cross raises the Title up in the air as the fans cheer for him. Suddenly, Cross falls hard to the mat. Ryan Cage has nailed him with a sledgehammer to the back of the head! Ryan Cage smiles as he exits the ring. Cross grabs the back of his head as he glares at Ryan Cage.
WINNER AND STILL SFT HARDCORE CHAMPION: RAY CROSS
With Ray Cross still in the ring, and Ryan Cage having disappeared behind the curtain, the lights go down in the arena the Strike Tron lights up. The video opens in a graveyard. The camera focus' in on a Tombstone that reads "Lexus". Walking into the frame is Cage (not to be confused with Ryan Cage) with a wheel barrel, a bag and a sledgehammer. Cage takes the sledgehammer and begins to smash the headstone of Lexus' grave. Laughing maniacally, Cage takes some pieces of wood out of the bag and begins to build a fire on Lexus' grave. Once the fire is nice and strong, he takes a folded chair out, sets it up and grabs a stick. He slides a hot dog on the stick and begins to roast it in the fire.
Cage: Cross, me and you go way back. But I've come to the SFT to ruin your life! If you thought you had problems before, think again. Your problems have already just begun!
Cage begins to laugh again as the scene fades out and back into the ring. Cross, exhausted after his match has a dejected look on his face.
RW: Wow, that's just insane.
JC: What a poor excuse, desecrating someone's grave like that.
RW: Awful, just awful.
The ICON vs. Dameonvs. Redd* Triple Threat SFT Intercontinental Title Inferno Match 
Amanda Summers: The following contest is a Triple Threat Inferno Match for the Intercontinental Championship! In order to win the contest, two of the three men must be burned!
The arena lights dim as the Striketron fills with static, the words "A Revolution in Pain." appear a midst the salt and pepper scheme holding a hue of red, the opening notes of strike out through the PA the arena begins to flash with blood red lights, and as the rest of the guitars slowly join in strobe lights begin to flare in the entry way. Dameon then throws the curtain aside and steps out onto the stage as the vocals roar sending chills down the spines of children and soon to be mothers alike. Dameon throws his arms into the air with Kendo Stick in his left hand, making an "X" with his arms. Dameon then begins to make his way to the ring. "Never too late to stand your ground - Revolution begins In you - In me - Revolution!...BEGINS!!!" Standing about midway down the ramp Dameon begins to point out to the crowd who are half and half cheering and booing for "The Beast" of the SFT.
Amanda Summers: Making his way to the ring first... he weighs in at 249 pounds and hails from Seattle, Washington... "The Beast" DAMEON!
Continuing his way down to ringside Dameon makes his way towards the announcers table, stopping momentarily to look down onto John and Randy, before sliding into the ring, heading to the nearest corner, climbing it, and throwing the "X" above his head once again. "Once lost - Lost in their game Mental chains breaking now Set yourself free Who are they to tell you what to do? The stage is not set, the road is not chosen Your fate not preordained They are losing control - every step of the way" Dameon now steps down from the turnbuckle, lays his kendo stick on the apron of the ring, then turns to the crowd roaring as he throws an "X" into the air, continuing to proclaim his dominance, and begins to loosen his wrists preparing for the battle ahead.
JC: This man has done it all in SFT. The only title he is missing is the Intercontinental Title, Randy.
RW: He's never been Women's Champ, John.
JC: That he hasn't, but he isn't a woman.
RW: We don't know that. He could be one big ugly woman.
Amanda Summers: And his opponent... weighing in at 285 pounds... he hails from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... The ICON!
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.
JC: ICON has also done it all here besides winning the IC gold. Ironic.
RW: Yes, he has. Tonight isn't so much about the title for him as it is getting even with Redd. Their match at last month's pay per view ended up being a draw.
JC: Which was ridiculous, by the way.
RW: I know. I hate draws. The people pay good money to see a winner. When they don't, they are robbed.
Amanda Summers: And their opponent... weighing in at 220 pounds... he hails from Greenville, South Carolina... he is the current, reigning, and defending Intercontinental Champion... "The Forgotten One" REDD!
The Ballad starts the lights dim and Redd walks to the ring slowly with his head lowered and just entes the ring.
RW: What a... thrilling... entrance.
JC: Redd isn't about being flashy. He's about winning.
RW: Or drawing.
JC: Like with crayons?
RW: Precisely.
JC: Mmmm... crayons...
RW: This match is going to be nuts, John. I can tell already.
The ICON grabs a mic before the match starts.
The ICON: I'm changing the stipulations a little bit. I'm not content with just one man being lit on fire here tonight. I'm sure the people don't want to see just one man lit on fire. So this match is now an elimination style match! When the first man is set on fire, the match becomes a one on one match. So just in case you didn't hear what Amanda Summers said earlier, the match ends when two guys have been set on fire!
ICON tosses the mic.
RW: Yes! What's better than one guy on fire?
JC: What?
RW: Two! ICON rocks.
Several SFT crew members come out from backstage with the devices for the Inferno Match. As the devices are placed around the ring and hooked up, one man turns on the gas and starts the system up. Flames go five feet off the edge of the ring upward and then go back down to about a foot.
JC: Now, every time somebody hits the mat, the flames magically get higher?
RW: I think they just turn up the flames a bit.
JC: Great way to give away secrets.
RW: Come on. Our viewers aren't as stupid as they used to be.
When the referee on the outside of the ring gets confirmation from the fire chief that everything is in working order, he signals for the opening bell. The three competitors stare at each other with intent to cause great physical pain to one another. The champion Redd takes immediate offense by going after both men. Dameon gets out of the way and ICON drop toe holds Redd onto the middle rope. His face is only a foot or so away from the flames and he is terrified. Redd hurries off of the rope and goes back to the middle of the ring, getting to his feet and wiping the sweat from his brow. Redd backs away from ICON and bumps right into Dameon, who catches Redd in a full nelson. ICON sees the open shot and takes it, landing a few punches to Redd's open midsection.
JC: The champ is getting double teamed. This isn't fair at all.
RW: This is a three-way Inferno Match. Everything is legal.
ICON backs off and motions for Dameon to let go. Dameon nods and releases Redd, then ICON comes at him with a lariat, but Redd moves and ICON takes Dameon out! The flames shoot six feet in the air with Dameon close to the ropes! ICON looks down at Dameon and shrugs. When he turns around, Redd is up and catches him with a European uppercut. He battles ICON over to the ropes and tries throwing him over onto the flames, but ICON holds on for dear life. ICON stays out of the fire long enough for Dameon to get to his feet. Dameon assists Redd, but ICON just won't go over. Redd lets go of ICON and back elbows Dameon. Dameon releases ICON, who moves away from his opponents. Dameon and Redd go at it near the ropes. Dameon gets backed into the corner by Redd. Redd gets in a few shoulder thrusts before realizing that his face is getting close to the flames. He backs off and whips Dameon to the opposite side of the ring. As he follows, Dameon jumps up and over Redd, landing behind the IC Champion. He gets Redd in a waistlock and goes for a German and Redd hooks Dameon's leg so he doesn't go over. At this point, the much larger ICON comes behind Dameon and hooks a waist lock on him. After a few moments of struggling, ICON hoists Dameon over who hoists Redd over to create a huge double German suplex! The flames shoot high in the air and the fans go wild!
Dameon and Redd are both holding their necks now as ICON gets to his feet. He drags Redd over to the ropes and tries pushing him into the flames, but the champ just won't go. As ICON pulls Redd up, the champ gets in a low blow on ICON as Dameon gets to his feet. Dameon walks over and Redd goes for another low blow, but Dameon catches Redd's arms between his built thighs. Redd struggles to get his arm free and Dameon laughs, shaking his head. He grabs Redd's arm with his hands and pulls him up, then whips him into the corner. Dameon follows that up with a corner splash, then sets Redd up on the top turnbuckle. Dameon hooks Redd up for a suplexplex. Redd battles back with a few shots to the ribs, then keeps the suplex hold on Dameon. With his feet firmly placed on the middle rope in the corner, Redd hoists Dameon up and delivers his signature brainbuster to Dameon onto the top turnbuckle! Dameon falls over the ropes and lands in the first! His shirt starts on fire and the crew members rush over to extinguish the fire! Redd steps off of the turnbuckle and waves goodbye to Dameon. When he turns around, he gets another dropkick from ICON! This sends Redd over the ropes and to the floor, missing the fire by a few feet!
JC: Dameon has been eliminated by fire and Redd almost met the same fate.
RW: The match is still underway though. It's now down to the champion Redd and the challenger ICON.
JC: Like it should have been in the beginning.
RW: Right.
ICON sees Redd getting to his feet on the outside and he hits the ropes, then takes flight thru the ropes with a suicide dive!
JC: OH MY GOD!
RW: I can't believe it! ICON just flew!
JC: You better believe it, Randy. It just happened!
ICON is back to his feet and the fans love him! He pulls Redd up by the neck and asks the fans if he should throw Redd in the fire. The fans go wild and ICON drags him over, but Redd catches ICON off guard with a shot to the midsection. Redd then takes back control by whipping ICON into the ringpost, coming near to the flames once again. Not satisfied, Redd approaches ICON and goes to slam his head into the fire, but ICON grabs onto the small part of the ring apron that isn't covered in flames. ICON elbows Redd in the gut and goes to slam his face in the fire, but Redd holds onto the apron just the same.
RW: These two brave warriors are pretty evenly matched tonight.
JC: Just as they were last month, but there must be a winner.
RW: I don't know, John. They could both get caught on fire at the same time... thus creating another draw.
JC: If that happens, I riot.
RW: By yourself?
JC: Yes.
RW: That I've got to see.
JC: You don't want to. Trust me.
RW: Oh, I do. A decade at the table with you, I kinda have to.
Realizing that neither is ready to go into the fire, they both back away from the ring and battle over to the announcer's table. They slug it out until Redd gets the upper hand by pushing ICON over the announcer's table. As ICON gets to his feet, Redd picks up a chair. He slams it on the ground a few times before swinging at ICON, who ducks. The chair slams hard against the barricade, then ICON punches Redd square in the face! John and Randy back away from the table with their wireless headsets.
JC: I was hoping that the stipulation for this match would keep these guys fighting in the ring so our table would be safe.
RW: I know. Me, too.
ICON wanders towards the ring covered in flames and wonders how he can get back in without catching fire. Having given up on the idea, ICON walks over to the fire chief and talks to him for a moment. The chief shakes his head at ICON.
JC: I wonder what they're talking about.
ICON looks pissed and walks back over to Redd, who is holding his jaw. When he gets close enough to Redd, Redd grabs the chair and swings, connecting with ICON's head!
RW: That made a thunderous impact!
Redd stands over ICON holding the chair and he looks at the devices on the ring apron that shoot off the fire. Redd smiles and drops the chair, then walks over to the ring and starts taking apart the device on the apron. He pulls the device off of the apron, sending flames out at the announcer's table!
JC: FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!
RW: OUR TABLE IS ON FIRE!
The table is indeed on fire and the fire chief quickly shuts down the entire Inferno Match devices. The referee and ring crew are all frantic. One fire technician approaches the table with a fire extinguisher and Redd delivers a mean big boot to the man! Redd then grabs ICON and pulls the challenger to his feet. Redd pulls ICON over to the table and sets him up for a powerbomb.
JC: Wait a minute! He's gonna put ICON through the flaming table!!!
As Redd sets up rolls ICON up to his shoulders, ICON reverses with a vicious DDT onto the mat covering the concrete floor.
RW: ICON reversed it! That had to hurt!
A dazed Redd gets to his feet and The ICON nails him with a Showstoppa!!!
JC: Showstoppa on Redd!
The ICON drags the ring steps over to the flaming table. ICON grabs an incoherent Redd over to the steps with him. ICON stands atop the steps, puts Redd between his legs and rolls him up to his shoulders. ICON holds him there for a few seconds and then gets himself up to his tippy toes and viciously slams Redd with a powerbomb through the flaming table! Redd goes through the table and catches on fire! The flames grow larger around Redd as the ref calls for the bell!
RW: Oh my God! Redd is completely engulfed in flames!
Officials come quickly to extinguish the flames, and as they do you can see the burns covering Redd's body. EMT's rush to the scene to quickly get Redd on a gurney.
RW: ICON is the new Intercontinental Champion!
JC: Icon's war with Redd is now over.
RW: Or is it?
The ref hands ICON the SFT IC Title and ICON holds it up to a crowd who cheers him.
WINNER AND NEW STRIKE TOWERS INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION VIA SETTING HIS OPPONENT ON FIRE: THE ICON The Dark Wolf vs. Saint Jude* SFT World Heavyweight Title Match  JC: It's SFT Title Time! All of the lights go black. Then you hear a drum beat.. over and over and over as the spot lights slowly come on and cirlce the audience then the drum beat speeds up faster as the spot lights move faster. The fans are getting louder and louder then when the drum beat stops all the spotlights on are the right hand stage of teh arena near the wrestlers entrance ramp. And there is the band known as Sponge.. as the lead guitarists starts to play the opening to Plowed. Then he repeasts the guitar entrance as they kick into the song and all the band mmembers rock out on the stage and the voice of the lead singer starts and from backstage the Dark Wolf walks out with the tag team belt hanging from one hand and he goes to stage left to address the fans and egg them on to become louder and he pauses to hear them.. Then he heads to stage right and joins the band as they rock out and Wolf turns to the fans and they go nuts. He then turns back to the ramp and makes his way to the ring as teh ground lights up with fire on his way to the ring as if the fire follows him and he runs circleing the ring twice and he roles into the ring and stands there engulfed by the music and the fans and as he opens his eyes his determination settels in and he smiles and looks around the arena and tosses the Tag Team Championship over the top turnbuckle to the floor and turns to hear the song fade. The band yells. "Ladies and Gentlemen we are Sponge.. and The Dark Wolf is in the HOUSE!.!!" The fans go wild as the lead singer signals to Wolf and Wolf signals back. RW: Wow! What an entrance! Saint Jude walks shyly to the ring with his SFT World Title. JC: Um, not so great of an entrance. (The ref calls for the bell, and the World Heavyweight Championship match is under way. The two men just stand in their respective corners and smile across at each other. The slowly approach each other and stand nose to nose. The smiles don't vacate either of their faces. After a minute Saint Jude turns away he attempts a punch but Dark Wolf is ready for it. He ducks and hit's Saint Jude with a reverse neckbreaker..Dark Wolf stays on the offensive as he hops on top and begins to lay punches down on top of him...The ref reaches a 4 and Dark Wolf hops off. Saint Jude reaches his feet and has a pissed off look on his face. Dark Wolf bounces off the ropes and attempts a lariat....Saint Jude ducks it and bounces off the near rope and hits Dark Wolf with a modifyied spear, Dark Wolf crumbles to the mat and the fans boo as Saint Jude stands over Dark Wolf. Saint Jude picks up Dark Wolf and whips him to the ropes he latches on to Dark Wolf and sends him flying with a Northern Light's suplex.) JC: It looks like The Champ has taken early control here in theis match... RW: Yes he looks extremely confident.... (Dark Wolf writes in pain as Saint Jude walks over to him. He slides under the bottom rope. He grabs Dark Wolf by the neck and drops an elbow to Dark Wolf's exposed neck. Dark Wolf crumbles to the floor in pain gasping for air. The ref start's the count as Saint Jude stays on the offensive..He picks up Dark Wolf and whips him to steps. Dark Wolf goes flying over the steps.) RW: Saint Jude better be carefull or he may be disqualified. JC: I'm pretty sure that, that doesn't phase him. He get's to keep the title, and If he destroy's Dark Wolf than he accomplished his goal. RW: That's a good point. (Saint Jude slides under the bottom rope to break the ref's count. He then makes his way back over to Dark Wolf. He picks up an ailing Dark Wolf and drops him head first on to the front of the announce table. Dark Wolf lays motionless on the floor. Saint Jude laughs...) JC: This may be the end of SFT as we know it... (Saint Jude rolls Dark Wolf into the ring and walks over to the score keepers table. He grabs 2 steel chairs and throws them into the ring. The ref attempts to clear them out but Saint Jude nails him and sends him to the mat. He pick's up Dark Wolf's head and put's a chair under it. He picks the other chair up, and nails Dark Wolf with it. Blood begins to pour from the side of Dark Wolf's face. The ref reaches his feet and calls for the bell.) Jonathan Knight: The winner of this match by DQ is Dark Wolf. JC: It can't end like this...It just can't. RW: Dark Wolf lays unconscious in the ring....what do you want him to do? (Saint Jude stands over a limp Dark Wolf and laughs as he raises the World Title in the air. The fans boo loudly. Saint Jude slides under the bottom rope, and head's up the ramp way. The paramedics have helped Dark Wolf to his feet. He is leaning in the corner as the blood rushes down his face. ) Suddenly, DVD comes to the stage. RW: He's gonna tell Dark Wolf that he told him so. JC: Can't be good for Wolf here. Dave Van Dam: Where you going Jude?!? This match isn't over I didn't hear a hand hit the mat three times. As Owner of the SFT I now make this match a no DQ match and it restart's now. RW: What?! JC: Dave said he respected Wolf, and that was an obvious sign right there! (Saint Jude turns and looks down to a wounded Dark Wolf. He smiles and drops the World Title at the top of the ramp, and charges down to the ring.) (Saint Jude reaches the ring and stares down at his bloody opponent. He smiles and kicks Dark Wolf in the side of the head. Blood is sent flying every where. Dark Wolf waves Saint Jude on and his smile disappears. He picks up Dark Wolf and hit's him with the Divine Intervention. Jude goes for the cover....) 1 . 2 . . Kickout. JC: Oh my God Dark Wolf kicked out of the Divine Intervention. RW: Saint Jude looks pissed. (Saint Jude looks pissed as hell...He picks up Dark Wolf and attempts to hit the Divine Intervention again, this time Dark Wolf reverses it and hit's Saint Jude with a low blow. The two men lay in the ring both in pain.) JC: Desperation move by Wolf. (Dark Wolf is the first to make it to his feet. He picks up the steel chair and throws it towards Saint Jude. He hit's A Vandaminator which sends Saint Jude to the mat.) RW: How resilient is Dark Wolf... JC: Let's see if he can capitilize. (Dark Wolf crawls over to Saint Jude and throws his arm over him. The ref begins to count.) 1 . . 2 . . Kickout! JC: We almost had a new World Champion!!! RW: That was a close one. (Dark Wolf picks up Saint Jude and throws him against the ropes. Dark Wolf ducks his head for a back body drop and is met with a boot to the chest. Saint Jude rushes at Dark Wolf attempting a clothsline. Dark Wolf ctahces him and hit's him with Midnight!! Dark Wolf covers Saint Jude.) 1 . . 2 . . 3!!! JW: What an incredible turn of event's. Saint Jude dominated this match!!! RW: But Dark Wolf outlasted him! And now we have a new SFT Champion!!!
WINNER VIA PINFALL AND NEW SFT HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION: The Dark Wolf
The ref grabs the World Heavyweight Title and hands it to Dark Wolf. Wolf holds the Title in his hands, sweat pouring from his head. He's half excited, half exhausted. Ray Cross runs down the ramp with his Hardcore and both Tag Titles. Cross and Wolf, Primal Destiny, celebrate in the ring as confetti falls from the rafters. Ray and Wolf both raise their arms in the air. Cross holding the Hardcore Title in one hand and the Tag Title in the other and Wolf holding the Tag Title in one hand and the World Title in the other.
RW: Ladies and Gentlemen, what a scene!
JC: And what a night!
RW: New IC and World champs!
JC: Ray Cross retained his Hardcore Title! Will he ever lose it?!
RW: And what will his reaction be to what Cage did to his mentor's grave?
JC: Thanks for joining us and tune in to Breakdown next Sunday night!
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