Robyn Byrne: The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL. Introducing first...

"Basket Case" by Green Day hits and the lights go out. A faint gray glow slowly begins to light the arena, growing stronger as the music continues. Twilight walks out onto the stage and Jack Jones follows right behind him. The two Wall members stand side by side and run down the aisle. At the bottom of the ramp they each dive into the ring and hop up to their feet.

Robyn Byrne: Representing The Wall, at a combined weight of 310 pounds... Jack Jones and Twilight!

JC: The Wall is going to have to stand up to a much bigger and more powerful force tonight it would seem.

RW: That is for sure. Those Pain And Punishment guys are freakishly huge.

JC: Kind of like you, Randy.

RW: Gee, thanks.

Eclipse and Omega come out to "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd, mocking The Wall in the process. They point and laugh at Twilight and Jack, who look relatively unimpressed and unfazed.

RW: I really don't think these two newcomers should take The Wall members lightly. Twilight and Jack are both former World Champions.

JC: That's your opinion. I personally like the confidence.

The two powerhouses rush the ring and waste no time in attacking their opponents. Eclipse pounds away at Twilight as Omega does the same to Jones. Eclipse tosses Twilight over the top rope to the floor. Robyn Byrne climbs out of the ring in a hurry and leaps gingerly to the floor. The bell sounds as the rookies have jump started the match.

JC: Look at the aggressive assault by Pain And Punishment!

Omega grabs Jack Jones by the throat and chokeslams him to the mat with authority. Eclipse drags Jack to his feet and delivers a thunderous spinebuster.

RW: That's EXACTLY what it is, John! This is ASSAULT! Call the police!

Jack Jones rolls out of the ring as Omega steps out to the ring apron, grabbing the tag rope in his corner. Twilight slides back into the ring and tackles Eclipse with a double leg, catching him unprepared. Twilight rains down rights and lefts on the head of Eclipse, who covers up desperately. Eclipse kicks away Twilight and comes up to his feet quickly.

Twilight kicks the bottom rope in frustration as he comes away. Eclipse charges, but Twilight catches him with a low dropkick to the knee, dropping Eclipse chest first across the middle rope. Twilight springs right back to his feet as Eclipse is hung up on the ring rope. Twilight leaps over the top rope to the floor, grabbing the back of Eclipse's head as he comes down, hitting a version of a stun gun.

RW: Great hotshot by Twilight!

Twilight climbs back onto the apron and goes to the top rope in the corner, somewhat uncharacteristically. The former SFT Champion jumps off the top rope and onto the shoulders of Eclipse, who catches Twilight as he attempts a hurricanrana. Eclipse quickly brings Twilight crashing down to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb.

JC: Ouch! That had to hurt! I guess he should have stuck with the arm drags and legsweeps!

Eclipse stands up and staggers towards the P&P corner. He makes the tag to Omega, who rushes in to make a pin attempt on Twilight. Rob Ragan begins the count.

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2....

Twilight rolls a shoulder up.

Jack Jones crawls onto the ring apron and grabs the tag rope in The Wall's corner, still only sitting on the apron. Omega grabs Twilight by the back of the head and brings him to his feet. Omega goes for another chokeslam, but Twilight floats out as Omega lifts him. He lands behind Omega and hooks the big man with a double chickenwing.

JC: Here's the double underhooks!

RW: Going for The Light Goes Off!

Twilight does try to bring Omega up for the belly-to-back piledriver, but he is unable to lift the bigger man. Twilight falls to a knee as Omega laughs at his futile effort. Twilight stands back up and hits Omega with a clothesline with no effect. Omega stays standing and paintbrushes Twilight in the face.

RW: Blatant disrespect!

Twilight slaps Omega in the face. Omega's entire face goes red in anger and he charges at Twiligt, who jumps between the ropes and out of the ring. Omega follows him quickly to the outside. Omega chases after Twilight, but the former champion dropkicks the steel ringsteps into the big man's knees.

JC: Oh! Twilight baited him in!

RW: Genius!

Twilight slides back into the ring as Rob Ragan's count reaches four. Omega clutches his left knee, which seems to have taken the worst of the impact, as he lays on the floor.

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7.....

Omega uses the steps to push himself to his feet, shaking out his left leg.

8.....

Omega attempts to put weight on the left leg and staggers back a step.

9.....

Clearly favoring his left leg, Omega manages to dive under the bottom rope just in time to break the count. Omega quickly slithers his way back out to the floor, trying to buy himself some time. Twilight tags in Jack Jones. Jack climbs to the top rope and dives onto Omega with a cross body.

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2.....

Jack hops to his feet.

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Jones struggles to drag Omega to his feet and shoves him into the ring.

4.....

Jack slides in and quickly goes to pin Omega.

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2...

Omega pushes Jack off.

Jones immediately pounces back on Omega, grabbing his left leg and turning him over into a single leg Boston crab.

JC: Half crab targeting the injured leg!

RW: Brilliant!

Eclipse has seen enough, as he rushes into the ring and tosses Jack Jones over the top rope. Jack lands on the apron. Twilight tags himself back in as Rob Ragan attempts to get Eclipse out of the ring.

JC: Eclipse was like a caged animal out there, and he just couldn't take it any longer!

Twilight pins Omega, hooking the right leg. Ragan is a little slow getting down to make the count because he was focused on getting Eclipse back out onto the apron.

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2...

Omega kicks out.

RW: That pin attempt may not have gotten the job done, but hooking the right leg forced Omega to use that bad wheel to power out.

Omega sits up as Twilight gets to his feet. Twilight runs at Omega, but runs himself right into a thrust spinebuster.

JC: Freak Buster!

RW: What? Freak Buster? Where the Hell did that come from?

JC: I... I have no idea.

RW: Okay, buddy. I think you could use a vacation.

Omega takes the opportunity to limp his way over to Eclipse and make a tag.

JC: Here we go! Eclipse is back in there with Twilight!

RW: Twilight? Eclipse? Am I the only one who finds that funny?

JC: Hey, maybe they should join up.

RW: Sure! They could call themselves The Saga!

JC: what are you, a twelve year old girl?

RW: ...Shut up.

Twilight needs to use the ropes to pull himself up to his feet. Eclipse whips him to the ropes on the opposite side. Twilight bounces back and Eclipse lifts him in a double leg, slamming him to the canvas with another massive spinebuster. Eclipse stands and does a cutthroat gesture with his thumb before turning the thumb down.

Meanwhile, Redd is seen running down the aisle, unnoticed by Eclipse and Omega. Rob Ragan does see Redd, and begins warning him not to interfere. With the referee's back turned, Jack Jones goes to the top rope and leaps off with a NIGHT SKY missile dropkick on Eclipse. Jones rolls out of the ring as Ragan turns back around. Eclipse stumbles his way to his feet as Twilight gets to a knee. Eclipse knocks Jack Jones off the ring apron, getting revenge for the dropkick. Redd jumps onto the ring apron, and Eclipse takes a swing at him as well.

Redd jumps back off the apron, just barely out of the reach of Eclipse. Eclipse begins to bark at Redd, which allows Twilight to come up from behind and drop him with the DARKEST LIGHTS. Twilight covers quickly.

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3!

Eclipse throws Twilight up in the air and off of himself, powering out less than half a second too late.

JC: The Wall steals it!

RW: A united front by The Wall nets them the victory!

RW: Two words, Johnny: National Title

JC: It’s about to happen. Kyle Murphy is looking to claim his SEVENTH United States championship, but Saint Jude won’t give it up that easy.

RW: Both men have been impressive over the past few weeks, but now we finally get to see who the better man is tonight.

JC: Enough chit chat! Let’s get to the ring already!

The camera cuts to the ring where Robyn is standing with a mic in her hand.

Robyn: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SFT National Championship!

"Broken, Beat & Scarred" by Metallica begins to play and the ramp lights up in the Irish tri-color. Kyle Murphy charges through the curtain and comes to a stop on the stage. The crowd boos and Kyle Murphy just shrugs. Kyle drops down on the stage and does five quick pushups before hopping back to his feet. Murphy then marches down to the aisle stone-faced and with his head held high, ignoring the persistent boos of the crowd.

Robyn: First making his way to the ring, the challenger, he hails from Greenwich, Connecticut and weighs in at 272 pounds, he is “The Superior One”…KYLE MURPHY!

At ringside, he runs up the steps before climbing through the ropes. In the ring, Kyle walks across to the opposite corner. Murphy places his right foot on the second rope as if to climb up the middle rope, but pauses. He shakes his head, and waves his arms dismissively. Kyle takes his foot off the rope and turns back to the center of the ring.

RW: When is Kyle ever going to recognize the fans?

JC: He doesn’t have to, Randy. He has made himself a legend all on his own, and he knows that the fans aren’t going to help him get wins.

RW: They provide the most support to any wrestler, and without the fans there would be no Kyle Murphy. Maybe he could see that If he didn’t have his head stuck up his ass.

JC: Do you wanna tell him that? If you plan to, I’ll gladly call in the funeral arrangements.

Robyn: And his opponent…

“Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash plays as Saint Jude simply walks out with a purpose. Even in his ratty clothes, and with his shy demeanor, Jude’s eyes tell the tale of a man looking to find purpose in what he does. He drags the SFT National Title along the ground without much care for its condition. The crowd utters a light amount of cheers in his direction to counteract Kyle, but Jude still makes no effort to acknowledge them.

Robyn: Hailing from Waco, Texas and weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the SFT National Champion representing the United States…SAINT JUDE!

Jude flings the title into the ring and then rolls himself under the ropes. Upon getting up he stares at Kyle with emotionless eyes which understandably creep out the superior one. The referee picks up the title and raises it up for the fans to see. He then hands the title over to the timekeeper.

JC: You want to talk about a man who doesn’t acknowledge the fans? Look at this guy, OUR National Champion…for the time being.

RW: Saint Jude may have a lot of demons, but deep down he has a heart of gold and I think the fans understand that.

JC: Well then the fans are as freaky as this guy. No offense to Jude, but that gold would look much better around the waist of a superior athlete like Kyle Murphy.

RW: If he wants it he’s going to have to earn it the hard way. And it looks like Saint Jude is ready to start!

The referee calls for the bell. As soon as it rings Saint Jude runs towards Kyle and throws lefts and rights at him. Kyle, not suspecting the match to start like this, staggers back into the ropes. Jude grabs Kyle’s arm and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound Jude ducks and Kyle is sent flying with a back body drop. He gets right up only to be met with a right hand to the face that knocks him back down. Murphy gets up again, and this time Judge grabs him by the back of the head and tosses him over the top rope. Kyle crashes to the floor on his back. Jude steps back and waits for Murphy to get back up, his eyes still watching him. The referee starts counting Kyle out.

1…2…3…4…

Murphy gets up, shakes off the cobwebs, and slides back into the ring.

RW: There’s a message from the champion. He came to fight!

JC: You know better than to count Kyle out so early into a match.

Both Kyle and Jude circle one another before finally tying up into a grapple. As soon as they lock arms Murphy quickly transitions into a knee to the gut. Kyle then grabs the stunned Jude from behind and hits him with a Russian leg sweep. He goes for the quick cover.

1…2…

Kick out. Kyle lifts up Jude by the head, drapes an arm over his shoulder, and lifts him up for a vertical suplex. Upon getting up Murphy taunts the fans who boo him without mercy. Kyle waves them off and goes to pick up Jude again, but this time the National Champion has a plan of his own and hits a jawbreaker on Kyle. Murphy holds his chin with both hands and stumbles backward to collect himself. This gives Jude enough time to get up and catch a breather. Kyle shakes off the pain and tries to get revenge with a running clothesline, but Jude ducks it. Kyle stops himself and spins around only to be met with a side kick to the head that knocks him down. Jude grabs Kyle’s legs and attempts to put on the tequila sunrise submission hold, but Murphy sees this coming and crawls his way over to the ropes. He grabs hold of the ropes with both arms, and Jude is forced to let go. The champion steps back and waits for Kyle to get up. When he does, Jude runs at him for a clothesline of his own, but the challenger ducks and back body drops Jude onto the apron. Jude lands on his feet. Kyle turns around to check on Jude only to get his neck dropped onto the top rope. Murphy holds his neck and starts gasping for air as Jude climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle close by. Kyle looks up at Jude and is hit with a cross body block right into a pin.

1…2…

Kick out. Kyle rolls right out from underneath Jude and gets himself back up. Before Jude can respond Kyle runs up to the champion and punts him in the head hard. The crowd gasps in shock as Jude falls to the mat.

RW: Oooh…my God. That looked like it hurt.

JC: Can you can concussion, Randy? Because that’s what I’m seeing right now.

RW: It’s too early to tell, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Jude was unconscious after that kick.

Kyle smirks and looks to the fans. He then gestures to Jude as if to say “THIS is your champion?” Before forming the shape of a belt around his own waist. Kyle picks up Jude, who is mostly dead weight at this point, and puts him in a bear hug. Kyle squeezes the life out of Jude, and the champion has little response to it. The referee checks things out, and when he sees that Jude isn’t responding, grabs the champ’s arm and raises it up high. He drops the arm and it falls.

RW: That’s one.

JC: Thanks, Count! I’m pretty sure everyone knows how to count to three.

The referee raises the arm again, and once more it falls.

RW: One more and Kyle’s the new champion.

JC: C’mon, Murphy! Squeeze him like a juicer!

The referee raises the arm a third time…and it drops, but Jude stops it halfway! The crowd cheers as the arm starts shaking. Kyle shouts “No!” and squeezes harder, but Jude is starting to come to life. Soon Jude has both arms up. He uses one to grab Kyle by the head and the other to punch him in the face over and over again. Finally Murphy forces himself to release the hold. Once he does Jude runs the ropes and goes for another cross body, but Kyle manages to catch Jude and drop him into a power slam. He hooks the leg for the pin.

1…2…

Kick out. Kyle gets himself up, and then lifts Jude back up. He puts Jude over his shoulder, but we never see what the move was going to be because the champ manages to slide behind Murphy and hit a German suplex pin.

1…2…

Kick out. Jude gets back up, runs the ropes, and hits running leg drop right on Kyle’s neck. Jude with the pin again.

1…2…

Kick out. Jude lifts up Kyle, but Murphy rakes his hand across Jude’s eye and blinds him. The referee warns Kyle to not do that again, but Murphy ignores him and gets right on Jude.

RW: Kyle better start listening to the referee, or else he’s going to get himself disqualified.

JC: Hey, this is a championship match. You have to do whatever it takes to win. Kyle lives that creed, and that’s why he’s a legend in this business.

Kyle kicks Jude in the gut, wraps his arms around his waist, and connects with a gutwrench suplex. Instead of going for the pin Murphy takes a moment to catch his breath. When he finishes he goes over to Jude, grabs him by the left leg, and pulls him to the center of the ring. From there he starts dropping elbows right on Jude’s knee. After the sixth straight elbow drop Kyle presses both arms against Jude’s leg, lifts himself up in the air and drives a knee right on Jude’s calf muscle. Jude doesn’t scream, but the expression on his face shows that he’s in pain. The challengers drops the knee again, and then a third time.

JC: This is a smart move by the superior one, Randy. If he takes out Jude’s leg, he’ll be taking out most of the champ’s in ring arsenal, especially his finishers.

RW: I hate to say it, but Kyle has always been known for using his head. A weakened leg means slower wrestling which you have to believe gives the advantage to Kyle.

Once Kyle finishes with the knee drops, he spins Jude around, grabs hold of his ankle, and applies the anklelock submission hold. Jude tries to bring himself towards the ropes, but Murphy keeps him at the center. With each twist the pain becomes greater for Saint Jude. For a couple seconds it seems like Jude is about to tap out. Unfortunately, thanks to Kyle lifting the leg higher in the air in order to apply more pressure, Jude has more than enough room to do a front flip that causes Kyle to release the hold and throw himself into the middle rope. Jude gets up, but soon falls back down holding his leg. The damage had already been done. Kyle pulls himself away from the ropes and looks down at Jude. Now annoyed by the desperation act, Kyle starts stomping on Jude’s leg over and over again. Jude tries to roll away, but Kyle follows him and keeps kicking. Soon Judge gets to the ropes and clings onto them for dear life. The referee forces Kyle to back away and he does so. But once Jude manages to get back up on his good leg, Kyle rushes at him and drops him with a chop to the leg from behind. This brings major heat from the crowd.

RW: Oh come on! Kyle’s not even giving Jude enough time to get back up.

JC: That’s how you win in the big leagues. You take out each body part piece by piece until there’s nothing left. Kyle’s going to take this one home.

Kyle once again drags Jude to the center of the ring. This time it looks like Murphy is going to go for a figure four leg lock, but Jude beats him to the punch and boots him in his backside. Murphy gets sent into the turnbuckle, but stops himself from hitting the pole by grabbing the ropes. Jude gets back on his feet, but is limping a bit from the damage to the leg. Murphy charges at Jude for a clothesline, but Jude ducks, gets behind Kyle and hits him with a back suplex. Both men lie on the ground motionless. The referee makes the count.

1…2…3…4…5…6…7…

Kyle moves first, then Jude. Murphy is the first to get to his feet, and once the champ is up, Murphy goes for another chop to the back of Jude’s leg, but it’s one time too many, and Jude catches Kyle in the face with a boot from his good leg. The Superior One is down and out. Jude looks over at the turnbuckle and the crowd cheers.

RW: I think I know where this is going. But can he do it on a bum leg?

JC: This is stupid, Randy! He’s going to get his leg broken!

Jude looks back at Murphy, then back at the turnbuckle. Finally he goes over to it and slowly climbs to the top rope. He stands perched, his weight shifted to his good leg, and waits for the perfect moment. Once Kyle rolls himself onto his back out of instinct, Jude makes the leap and connects with a vicious head butt from the top.

RW: The Face of God! There it is!

JC: C’mon Kyle, get up!

Jude crawls over to Kyle and drapes an arm over him.

1…2…

Kick out! The crowd boos as their hopes are dashed. Jude gets back up again, and still limping, finds the strength to pick up Kyle. He takes Kyle over to the same turnbuckle from before, gets himself up on the top rope, and wraps an arm around Murphy’s neck.

RW: Jude’s going for it. Can he hit the Fall from Grace?

JC: Wait a minute, look!

Right before Jude can leap off for the move to connect, Kyle manages to grab hold of Jude’s underside and hoist him over his head for a fireman’s carry. Murphy steps to the side a couple steps before swinging Jude around and hitting him with a facebuster.

JC: The Greenwich Monster Throw! That’ll do it folks!

RW: Right out of nowhere!

Kyle covers Jude and hooks the leg.

1…2…

Kick out!

JC: WHAT?

RW: He kicked out! What resiliency by the champ here at Heatwave.

JC: That was the slowest count I have ever had the displeasure of seeing. Fire that referee!

Kyle gets up and yells at the referee, but the ref will have none of that. While the two bicker, Jude is slowly starting to move again. Murphy notices this and lifts Jude up by his head. He decides to try and end things right there by going for the gutwrench powerbomb, but Jude slides himself behind Murphy, spins him around, and connects with a fierce super kick from out of nowhere that knocks Kyle back down. As it so happens Jude accidentally used his bad leg, and he too falls to the ground holding his injured leg.

RW: What a great counter, but it cost Jude his leg!

JC: There’s no way he can stand on that thing now. Once Murphy gets up it’s all over

The referee starts counting both Kyle and Jude.

1…2…3…4…5…6…

Neither men are moving. Jude is trying to get up, but his leg is preventing him from doing so.

…7…8…

RW: I don’t think Murphy’s going to make it.

JC: Neither is Jude!

Jude tries to get to the ropes, but just trying to reach for them sends a searing pain throughout his entire leg. Murphy is just now regaining consciousness, but all the hits to the head and neck throughout the night have taken their toll on him.

…9…

Jude makes one final effort to get up, but his leg won’t allow it and he falls back down on the mat. Murphy is rolling on his front in order to try and get up.

…10! That’s it!

The referee calls for the bell and the crowd boos over the indecisiveness of the ending.

JC: So what does this mean?!

RW: Well…I think you’re going to be upset when you hear.

The referee tells Robyn his decision, and she speaks into her mic.

Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that neither man could properly answer the count of ten. This match is considered a DRAW.

The crowd boos, but some cheers can be heard because they know what this means for Jude.

Robyn: Therefore, STILL your SFT National Champion…SAINT JUDE!

JC: I should call 911 because I just witnessed highway robbery. Kyle Murphy had this match won!

RW: I don’t know about that, Johnny. If Jude’s leg hadn’t gone out on him I think he could have gotten the win.

JC: And who do you think CAUSED the leg injury? I rest my case.

While the referee hands Jude his title, Murphy is just now getting up, confused about the situation. “Ring of Fire” starts to play again. When the referee tells Murphy of the decision, he gets bug eyed and throws a fit. The referee tries to calm him down, but Murphy winds up grabbing the referee by the waist and hitting him with the gutwrench powerbomb known as the Manhattan Project.

RW: Here we go…typical Murphy. He's going to get fined for that.

JC: He’s pissed, and so am I! Take them all down, Kyle!

Murphy looks over at Saint Jude who is trying to get out of the ring with one leg, goes over to him, and starts kicking him in the face and chest. Jude’s music dies down. He then lifts Jude up, grabs him by the waist, and hits him with a Manhattan Project as well. Kyle looks down at the fallen champion with rage in his eyes. Those same eyes glance over at the title belt lying on the mat. Kyle goes over to it and picks the belt up. He holds it up over his head as the crowd boos. Soon “Broken, Beat & Scarred” starts playing, and before Kyle leaves the ring, he throws the belt on Jude’s unconscious body.

RW: Well folks, this one’s not over yet.

JC: I’m going to call the office and make them schedule a rematch, maybe a reverse decision. Kyle Murphy should be the National Champion! Jude should be counting his blessings!