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OPENING
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ACTION...
Match Number One
EMERSON vs.
TWILIGHT
( Standard Match )
RW: First match of the night, its time to rock and roll.
Twilight and Emerson are already both in the ring. Twilight looks around at the crowd, he signals for something and the lights go red. Twilight smiles. Emerson doesn’t quite know what to do with this.
JC: Whats going on?
All of a sudden TK Money comes running in and attacks Emerson from behind. Now both members of Blood Money start going to work on Emerson. But Emerson has no backup, he is all alone.
The ref tries to stop the match but they wont let up.
RW: I cant bear to see this, typical Blood Money work here.
Twilight with a pick up and lays Emerson on his knee as TK flies off and with an elbow on the top half of his body that looks awfully wicked.
JC: That is devestation incorporated my friend.
RW: you mess with one member of Blood Money you mess with both, Emerson learning this the hard way.
JC: Emerson has won a very important match against Twilight but not the way he originally hoped he would.
Winner: EMERSON via Disqualification
Match Number Two
DETECTIVE IRVINE KINNEAS vs.
HUNTER JOHNSON
( Standard Match )
Ding Ding Ding
Announcer: The following match will go to one fall...
The Strike Tron lights up with a logo...
Then as soon as the opening beat hits the arena everyone gets to their feet in anticipation. Everyone Bleeds Now by Hatebreed takes over as the lights go out and pulse with every hit of the bass of the song's rhythm. Two singular white strobe lights move from the audience in the far corners opposite the stage towards the ring and cross each other to find themselves at both sides of the stage until finally moving inward to meet at the entrance curtain where Hunter, himself, comes walking out with deadshot eyes on the ring.
Announcer: "Ladies and gentlemen! Introducing at a weight of two-hundred and fifty pounds! He hails from Ozone Park, New York!!!! "THE Messiah" HUNTER JOHNSON!!!!
As Hunter hears his introduction we find him waiting at the very top of the ramp. As his name is finally called by the ring announcer as he suddenly slowly raises his right arm into the air to the sudden fiery red explosion of pyro all around him on stage, including even in front of him. As the pyro's smoke, dust and debris remains hovering about the stage Hunter storms through it not even flinching at it's presence. He makes his way to ringside ignoring the fans at rampside reaching out for him and then walks up the steel steps into the ring. Hunter pauses as he seems to be making his way towards the opposite side's corner and instead turns to face the opposite direction and raises his right arm once more slowly to the roar of the crowd before turning around for the people in attendance on the hard camera's side to get a chance to bask in his glory before he then mounts the opposite turnbuckles and scouts the crowd with an intense stare. Finally as Everyone Bleeds Now by Hatebreed fades out to a close he looks up into the air and closes his eyes for a few seconds as the fans applaud, cheer and scream before he hops off and turns his attention back to the task at hand.
RW: Hunter Johnson making his return to SFT after quite a long time.
JC: Its never too late to kick some ass in SFT.
Hunter Johnson waits for Detective Irvine Kinneas but he isn't coming out.
RW: Where the hell is the Dick?
JC: Probably getting down to the bottom of a case of Mars bars.
RW: Or maybe Dunkin Donuts.
John Cartwright and Randy White start laughing.
The referee begins his count.
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Ref: 10.. ring the bell!!
DING DING DING
RW: Looks like Hunter Johnson wins via no show.
Winner: HUNTER JOHNSON via No Show
AFTER MATCH SEGMENT
As Hunter Johnson waits in the ring for Irvine, Lion suddenly jumps the barricade and runs into the ring. He throws Hunter into the turnbuckle and begins to land lefts and rights on the unsuspecting man. As Hunter slips down into the turnbuckle, Lion begins to use his feet, stomping angrily on the debuting wrestler. He lifts Hunter back up and grabs kicks him in the stomach, lifting him in a powerbomb and tossing him at the turnbuckle post, his body crashing hard against it, sending his body bouncing off and falling limply to the ground.
Lion slides out of the ring and goes under the apron, finding a table that he had placed there just that evening before the show and pulled it out. It was wrapped neatly in barbed wire, fashioned with salt on the entire object. He slides it into the ring and follows in after it, grabbing it and setting it up center of the ring. He turns around to Hunter who has somehow got up and runs at Lion, punching and kicking and trying for anything that might work. Lion swings his left, Hunter ducks and runs to the ropes, dropping before getting to Lion and landing a huge dropkick to his knee. Lion’s knee buckles and he seems in real trouble.
Hunter gets to the top rope and waits for Lion to stand. He jumps off; trying to cleanly cross-body Lion through the table, but Lion catches him across his chest and easily transitions him to his shoulders. In one fluid motion, he puts Hunter through the table with the Ravaging. Hunter lies in the splintered debris while Lion grabs a microphone.
Lion: I came here for one thing and one thing only tonight and that was to make the all-too-clear statement that I’m back! You see, it seemed like I left indefinitely, but instead, I was hiding in the background making plans for my return, which will take place at the pay-per-view! I know, it’s several weeks away, especially since I came in unannounced at this pay-per-view, but now it’s finalized!
Lion drops the microphone and leaves the ring and the unconscious Hunter Johnson behind.
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
We go backstage and in three different pictures has Charles Bryant, TK Money, and Josh Konnely in them as they walk down hallways. We go back to ringside.
RW: This next match has alot on the line.
JC: That's right Randy. In this two fall match the first fall is for the Hardcore Title and the second for #1 Contendership to the National Title that currently belongs to Big T but could belong to Michael Orton by the end of the night.
RW: Let's go to Robyn in the ring.
Match Number Three
CHARLES BRYANT vs.
TK MONEY vs.
JOSH KONNELY
( Hardcore Triple Threat 2 Falls Match )
[1st Fall: Hardcore Title]
[2nd Fall: #1 Contender to National Title]
Robyn: The following match is a triple threat hardcore match scheduled for two falls. The winner of the first fall becomes the SFT Hardcore Champion, and the winner of the second fall will become the number one contender to the SFT National Title.
JC: Boy, that’s a mouthful.
RW: Only in SFT will you see unique matches like these.
“No More Fears” by Dale Oliver plays. The crowd boos as TK walks to the ring loosening his wrists and stretching his neck. Meanwhile on the StrikeTron images of him in his matches are showing and watermarked in them are his accomplishments shown at the tempo of the notes, during the sustained notes the words "SFT Hero" become static for the length of the note.
Robyn: First making his way to the ring, from Norfolk, Virginia and weighing in at 175 pounds…TK Money!
TK climbs up the steps and enters the ring. He walks over to a corner turnbuckle and waits for his opponents.
RW: All three men have their own goals in mind going into this match, but TK
wants nothing more than the Hardcore title.
JC: When Chambers left, he vacated the title, and now we need a successor to the throne.
RW: TK could fill that spot quite well.
JC: He may be hardcore in heart, but that won’t be enough to stop a trash can from cracking your skull open.
As soon as the opening drum roll of “Decode” by Paramore hits, smoke smoothly pours up from the entrance ramp, making the actual entrance impossible to see. Blood-like liquid falls from the sky as it emerges with the reddish smoke. With a huge grin on his face, Charles Bryant finally emerges from the smoke. He turns and points back to the entrance, as he spins around looking back at the ring.
Robyn: Coming down to the ring next, from Birmingham, England and weighing in at 205 pounds…CHARLES BRYANT!
Bryant is seen wearing a foot length white robe with “BAPTIZED IN BLOOD” written on the back. Soon he walks down the smokey aisle until he crawls into the ring. He stares at TK for a moment before making his way to the opposite corner of the ring.
RW: Interesting entrance by Charles Bryant.
JC: Now here’s a guy who could make a pretty cool Hardcore champion.
RW: Or perhaps a future National champion?
JC: It would be nice to see someone not from the U.S. win the title.
The lights flicker, then go out as "Indestructible" by Disturbed blares through the arena. A yellow light illuminates the stage area, and two rockets of pyro fly from the far side of the arena to explode on the stage. Josh Konnely steps out into the smoke left by the exploding pyro, and raises his arms as the crowd boos. He is wearing an unzipped black hoodie with the hood up, but also has a shopping cart full of hardcore goodies for this match. Josh marches down the aisle with his fists clenched and a scowl on his face as he pushes the cart down to ringside.
Robyn: And their opponent, from Bridgeport, Connecticut and weighing in at 191 pounds…JOSH KONNELY!
JC: MY MAN!
RW: Konnely has come looking for a fight, and he even brought the essentials.
Konnely places the cart next to the apron, and proceeds to throw a bunch of items into the ring. A few of the items seen are two Singapore canes, a trash can lid, a 2x4, a prosthetic leg, a wooden guitar, a bowling ball, a stop sign, three cookie sheets, a steel chair, and a pipe. Robyn, worried about getting hit by something, exits the ring.
RW: Konnely has brought everything except the kitchen sink!
Konnely grabs something from the bottom of the cart, and sure enough, it’s a kitchen sink. He pushes it into the ring.
RW: I stand corrected.
JC: NOW it looks like a hardcore match!
Even though the fans hate Konnely, they LOVE seeing all the weapons in the ring and cheer. After doing all that, Konnely runs up the steps, walks to the center of the apron, and climbs through the ropes into the ring. Going to the opposite corner, he steps onto the second rope, glaring out into the booing crowd. Josh raises both arms, his hands forming cornas, as the crowd boos loudly. He steps down out of the corner and shoves past the referee before leaning back against the ropes, ready to fight.
RW: Konnely is making a statement here!
JC: The butcher from Bridgeport would be an AMAZING Hardcore Champion, but an even better National Champion.
RW: Why not both?
JC: I like the way you think, Randy!
RW: Well first he has to get pass TK Money and Charles Bryant, and that’s no easy feat.
The referee calls for the bell. It rings, and the match officially begins. All three men look at the tools laid out before them, and each one grab the best item they can get. TK grabs a cane, Bryant grabs a cookie sheet, and Konnely grabs the 2x4. The three men circle one another, neither one taking their eyes off the other. Soon TK gets things started by swinging the cane at Konnely. Josh blocks it with the 2x4, then counters with a swing to the gut that hits TK hard. TK falls to one knee and catches his breath. Konnely turns to Charles and sees a cookie sheet coming his way. He slaps it away with the 2x4, and goes for a swing to the head, but TK makes the save with a low blow to Konnely. Konnely drops the 2x4 and covers his fellas.
RW: That’s gonna sting.
JC: From what’s in the ring, I think a low blow is going to be the LEAST painful thing that we’re going to see tonight.
RW: You may be right about that.
Charles sees the advantage that TK has given him, and snapmares Konnely to the mat. He then kicks Konnely in the back, then in the face sending him in a daze. Charles picks up Konnely and prepares him for a suplex Surprisingly, TK goes over and helps Charles by setting up a double suplex. The two lift Konnely up and the Butcher from Bridgeport lands on top of the trash can lid. Konnely holds his lower back and quickly rolls out of the ring.
RW: TK and Charles actually worked together to take Konnely out of the picture.
JC: Yeah, because if they didn’t Konnely would be decimating them!
TK and Charles turn to each other, and with no other options, start attacking each other with lefts and rights.
RW: That didn’t last long.
Soon Charles gets the advantage and punches TK into the ropes. He grabs TK and whips him to the other side. TK rebounds and falls into a drop toe hold that lands him head first into the steel chair on the mat. TK holds his head as he tries to get back up. Charles waits for him, and when TK turns around, Charles grabs him and hits a powerful spinebuster! Charles makes the cover.
1…2…
Kick out. Charles gets up and looks at all the weapons at his disposal. He grabs the pipe and grins. He waits for TK to pick himself up. When he does, Charles runs at him with the pipe and goes for a swing at the head, but TK sees it coming and ducks the shot. TK gets behind Charles, grabs him, and hits a release German suplex. The pipe falls to the floor. TK turns around and sees Charles trying to get back up. He runs the ropes and connects with a running dropkick to the face of Bryant. TK grabs the steel chair, brings it over to the nearest turnbuckle, and wedges it between the second and third pads. TK goes back to Charles, lifts him up, and whips him into the chair, but Charles counters and now sends TK towards the chair. TK stops in time by grabbing the top rope and leaping up into the air. He lands behind Charles, dropkicks him in the back, and Bryant falls face first into the chair. Bryant stumbles back holding his face. TK spins him around and hits him with a northern lights suplex into a pin.
1…2…
Kick out.
TK gets back up, and suddenly Konnely appears on the apron. When TK gets close enough, Konnely grabs him by the neck and drops him with a jawbreaker to the ropes. TK holds his neck and rolls away from Konnely as he enters the ring.
RW: And Konnely returns to the match.
JC: Now we’ll get to see some REAL hardcore action.
Konnely notices the pipe on the ground and picks it up. He goes over to TK and gets him on his stomach. He then sits on top of his back, places the pipe in front of TK’s neck, and pulls up hard. TK starts gasping for air as the pipe presses against his windpipe. Konnely shouts at the referee to ask TK if he gives up. The ref asks, and TK shakes his head no. This only causes Konnely to get madder and pull harder. TK’s face starts to turn a shade of purple, and he almost looks out of it. Bryant, meanwhile, has gotten himself up after the suplex and grabs the item closest to him, that being the wooden guitar. He spots Konnely choking the life out of TK and makes his way over to him. Josh is unaware of what’s about to happen. Charles raises the guitar, holds it like a bat, and with a mighty swing the guitar bursts apart as it connects with the back of Konnely’s head.
RW: Home run!
JC: Damn it! Why? Why did he have to go and do that?
RW: I don’t think Konnely’s going to listen to any country music anytime soon.
JC: He never would anyway, he’s a rock and roll machine!
RW: Right now he’s a broken machine.
Konnely is laid out on the mat while TK is nearly passed out from losing so much oxygen. Charles decides to go for the easier target, TK, and lifts him up as best he can considering he’s all dead weight. Charles scoop slams TK to the floor, and looks around for something he can use to his advantage. He spots the large stop sign and drags it over to TK. He drapes the sign over him, then signals that he’s going to the top. He starts climbing, and eventually gets to the top.
RW: He shouldn’t do this, it’s too risky!
JC: If you wanna be a champion, you gotta take risks!
Charles leaps off the top and lands a double leg drop that crashes onto both the sign and TK. Charles pushes the sign away and covers TK.
1...2…
Kick out!
RW: How the HELL did TK kick out of that?
JC: It’s gotta be instinct, I don’t think he even knows where he is right now.
Konnely is just now starting to get up from the guitar shot. He grabs hold of the ropes and looks over at TK and Charles lying on the mat. He goes over to Charles and kicks him in the side of the head really hard. He then picks him up and starts chopping away at him until his chest is bright red. He kicks Charles’ knee hard and Bryant falls on it. Konnely then grabs a cookie sheet from the mat and whacks Charles upside the head with it. Bryant falls to the floor. Konnely proceeds to kick Charles in the chest numerous times before getting bored and turning towards TK. Konnely waits until TK is up on his knees. He runs and goes for a shining Yakuza kick, but TK manages to duck and roll out of the way. Konnely turns and tries for another yakuza kick, but TK once again dodges. TK grabs the prosthetic leg by the foot and whacks Konnely in the stomach with it followed by another whack to the back that sends him back down.
RW: And TK is now ahead by a foot.
JC: Did you really just say that?
TK tosses the leg and looks for a more conventional weapon…like the kitchen sink. TK lifts it up with both arms and carries it over to Konnely.
JC: I hope that sink is made by IKEA.
RW: Why is that?
JC: Cause then it’ll break before he can use it!
RW: And you thought my joke was bad.
TK raises the sink over his head and goes to drop it on Konnely, but Konnely retaliates with a bowling ball to the gut. TK drops the sink and cringes from the pain. Konnely gets himself back up, but Charles comes from out of nowhere with a double clothesline that knocks both men down. Seeing that TK is vulnerable, Charles grabs hold of TK and lifts him up into a stalling vertical suplex. The crowd cheers as Charles delays the suplex and shows an impressive feat of strength.
RW: Bryant has TK up, but where’s he going to put him?
JC: I think I know what this leads to...
After a few more seconds Bryant drops TK, but not before lifting his leg up and connecting with a super kick right to the back go TK’s neck. The crowd gasps at the sudden kick from seemingly out of nowhere.
JC: I knew it! Wow, what a move!
RW: What was that? It seemed to defy physics!
JC: He calls that the Soul-Eater, and boy does it pack a punch.
RW: You mean a kick.
JC: Whatever!
Charles gets up and right before going for the pin notices the kitchen sink still on the floor. He grabs hold of the sink, carries it over to TK, and drops it on his chest. He then puts a foot on him and tells the ref to count.
RW: What a unique way to pin!
The referee counts.
1…2…3!
RW: He did it! We have a new champion!
JC: Damn it! Well it’s still not over yet.
Winner of 1st Fall: CHARLES BRYANT via Pinfall
The referee separates Charles and Konnely from one another before the second fall begins. Konnely looks mighty pissed at losing, and TK doesn’t seem aware of it yet as the referee lifts the sink off of him and tries to help him up. Charles turns to the fans and raises a single finger in the air.
Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the first fall, and the NEW SFT
Hardcore Champion…CHARLES BRYANT!
The crowd cheers. Konnely smacks himself in the head in order to get himself focused, and TK is now fully up and looks even angrier than Konnely.
Robyn: The second fall will begin in thirty seconds!
RW: Tough break for TK, he really wanted that title.
JC: Well if SOMEONE hadn’t used a freakin’ sink to get the win, he might have!
RW: You do realize that Konnely was the one who brought the sink to begin with, right?
JC: He did not intend to use it in such a foul manner!
RW: Right, he was only going to do the sportsmanlike smash to the head.
JC: Quiet, Randy! The thirty seconds are ending.
The referee waits for the last few seconds, and then signals for the bell. It rings again, and the second fall is official. Almost immediately TK goes straight for Charles and tackles him down. He attacks with vicious lefts and rights while Konnely sits back and catches his breath.
RW: I think TK’s pissed.
JC: Gee, what gave THAT away?
TK pounds on Charles to the point where the referee actually steps in and forces TK off of Charles.
JC: WHAT IS THIS? It’s a hardcore match, and he’ll pulling him off!
RW: I think it’s more for the safety of Charles, Johnny. Look!
Sure enough, Charles is starting to bleed pretty badly around his face. TK pushes the referee aside and starts kicking Charles in his wounded face. Konnely decides to exit the ring and check underneath it for a new toy he can play with. After having his fill of revenge, TK grabs Charles by the hair and lifts him up. He pushes him against the turnbuckle and adds a few more punches for good measure. TK then jumps up, plants his knees on Charles’ chest, and monkey flips him to the center of the ring. Charles, shaken, gets back up only to be met with a running knee to the face.
RW: TK has ignited!
JC: If he was like this during the first fall, maybe he’d be the hardcore champion.
RW: Well now he has a chance for a shot at the National Title!
JC: Wait, look what Konnely’s doing!
Konnely pulls out a table from underneath the ring. The crowd chants “We Want Tables!” as he does so. Konnely obliges and slides the folded table into the ring. TK notices this and kicks Konnely in the head as he slides back into the ring. He adds a few more punches, then whips Konnely to the ropes. Josh bounces off and gets hit with a back body drop. TK runs the ropes himself, and connects with a springboard moonsault! He covers Konnely.
1…2…
Kick out!
TK gets up and goes over to the table. He lifts it up and starts unfolding it as best as he can. Once the table is propped up, TK moves it close to a turnbuckle before heading back to Charles and Konnely. TK grabs Konnely by the head, then Charles. He pulls their heads back, and then slams them into one another.
RW: A double noggin’ knocker!
JC: That move came straight out of the eighties. I love it!
TK grabs Charles and carries him over to the table. He carefully puts Charles on top of the table, then grabs the steel chair from earlier and points at the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as TK makes his way up the turnbuckle and reaches the top.
RW: Charles did something similar to this to TK earlier, but this looks much more dangerous!
JC: We may have an early second fall!
TK gets ready to jump, but Konnely makes his way to the ropes and starts shaking them. This causes TK to lose his balance and he lands ass first on the turnbuckle pad.
RW: Ouch!
Konnely makes his way over to TK and hits him with a couple right hands before climbing up. Konnely looks back and sees that Charles is still on the table. He grabs TK and drapes his arm around his neck.
JC: Oh boy, here it comes!
RW: This could be the beginning of the end.
Konnely lifts TK up and connects with a superplex off the top. TK crashes on top of Charles and the two go right through the table. Konnely rubs his sore head as he gets up. The referee sees that TK is lying on top of Charles and counts.
1…2…
Konnely breaks the count by kicking TK in the head.
RW: Close call, Konnely almost cost himself there.
JC: These triple threat matches can be tricky sometimes, but MAN that was an awesome move.
Konnely moves TK out of the way and grabs hold of Charles. He hooks the arms and drops Bryant with a snap butterfly DDT.
JC: RPG by Konnely!
He goes for a cover of his own.
1…2…
Kick out.
Konnely looks around the ring for something else he can use. He notices an unused cookie sheet and grabs hold of it. Konnely, instead of smacking Charles with it, drives the edge of the sheet into his throat much like how he used the pipe on TK.
RW: Another attack on the neck, this time to Charles.
JC: This is smart by Konnely, his finisher involves pulling on the neck, and if
he can soften it, it’ll be much quicker to get one of them to tap.
Konnely rams the sheet onto Charles’ neck numerous times before tossing the now crooked sheet aside. Konnely then grabs Charles by the arm and head and goes for a crossface maneuver.
RW: He could be going for it right now!
JC: C’mon, Josh!
Sure enough, Konnely tries to get Charles in the Lebell lock, but Charles is fighting it off by trying to roll away from Josh. Konnely keeps on him, and even punches the back of Bryant’s neck a few times in order to get him to stop. Konnely pulls on the arm, but Charles strengthens out of it by lifting himself by his knees and rolling Konnely up so that his shoulders are on the mat.
1…2…
Konnely counters by rolling out of the pin and falling right back to where he started. He locks the arm, then the neck, and pulls back.
JC: There it is! The Toxic Crossface!
RW: The only one who can stop this is TK!
Unfortunately, TK took the full damage from the superplex through the table, and doesn’t appear to be moving. Trapped with nowhere else to go, Charles is forced to tap out. The referee signals for the bell to ring and it does.
JC: YES! WOOO!
RW: You happy?
JC: Damn right I am!
Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second fall, and the new number one contender to the SFT National Title…JOSH KONNELY!
“Indestructible” begins to play as Konnely gets up and his arm is raised by the referee. A ringside official makes his way over to the referee with the hardcore title. The ref takes it and waits for Charles to get up. When he does, Bryant is handed the hardcore title.
JC: Anyone else find it odd that Konnely made Bryant tap out, yet Bryant is being given the hardcore title?
RW: Well he DID get the first fall.
JC: I know, but still, what kind of champion loses minutes after winning a title?
RW: I guess Bryant has a lot to prove, and so does Konnely when he meets the winner of Big T and Michael Orton.
JC: Poor TK walks away with nothing but my sympathy.
RW: And pain…lots of pain.
Konnely exits the ring and makes his way to the back proud of what he accomplished. Bryant holds up the hardcore title, but having tapped out seconds earlier makes his win bittersweet. TK gets checked on by the officials, and when he comes to, is helped to the back.
Winner of 2nd Fall: JOSH KONNELY via Submission
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Shadow is walking backstage through the halls of the Times Union Center. He walks up some stairs and as he turns the corner he sees Anthony Jesus standing in the doorway of Michael Orton's locker room.
Anthony Jesus: Hey old man, come here.
Shadow: Walks over to Anthony Jesus but very leary of the situation.
Shadow: What?
Anthony Jesus: I've been talking to Michael and he and I think that the first fall strap match should also be able to be won by pinning your opponent. So I just added that stipulation, make sure you let your little bitch brother of mine know.
Shadow: Flexing your stroke Anthony?
Anthony Jesus: You bet Shadow, now get the hell on.
Shadow: Okay...okay.
Shadow starts to walk away but when he gets right next to Anthony Jesus he stops and looks at him.
Shadow: When Tony puts your boy down for the three count don't cry about it because you asked for this stipulation.
Shadow stares dead into Anthony Jesus' eyes letting him know he has the utmost confidence in Big T.
We go back to ringside.
Match Number Four
RENE SOGE & BARRY STRAIGHT [Ge Straight Alliance]
vs.
ECLIPSE & OMEGA [Pain & Punishment] (c)
( Tag Team Ladder Match - Tag Team Titles )
JC: Here we go with out Tag Team Title match.
RW: Not just a tag team title match, but a tag team ladder match for the titles!
The pyro goes off as you see smoke rise through the stage. The Pa System plays "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool. Omega and Eclipse walk out onto the stage. They all pose to the crowd then walk down the aisle. As they climb into the ring, they taunt the crowd again as they await.
JC: Eclipse and Omega are in for a long night, Randy.
RW: I don't know, John. I think they have a good chance, they obviously have the advantage.
JC: What advantage, they're in a ladder match.
RW: Trinity, she's their advantage.
JC: Yes but before the match it was decided that Trinity would be banned from ringside.
RW: Hey look, Eclipse and Omega are in the ring, and I think their opponents are coming out now.
"I Was Made For Loving You" by KISS plays over the P.A as Rene Soge and Barry Straight make their ways out. They rush the ring and go straight for Eclipse and Omega.
JC: And it's on!
RW: LETS GET READY TO RUMMMM....
JC: Hey, that's copyrighted, plus the rumble's started.
Soge hits a dropkick sending Eclipse out of the ring as Barry whips Omega to the ropes. On the rebound Barry catches Omega in a fireman's carry, as Soge kneels nearby. Barry proceeds to toss Omega off his shoulders, with Omega landing in a backbreaker on Soge's knee. Soge rolls out of the ring as Barry hits a few stomps on the downed Omega. Soge picks up a ladder, and slides it into the ring, and then climbs up on the apron. Barry picks up Omega in an inverted atomic drop setup, and waits for Soge to do something. Soge sets up for a springboard but Eclipse is there and as Soge jumps up, Eclipse grabs his foot and pulls him down, sending Soge face first into the apron of the ring. Eclipse comes into the ring and big boots the back of Barry's head, who drops Omega.
JC: That looked like a real stiff boot to the head.
RW: Did you see Soge? I think he might be out.
Eclipse clubs Barry Straight with forearms to the back, as Omega gets his wits about him. Eclipse picks up Barry as Omega moves a ladder to the center of the mat. Eclipse whips Barry to the ropes and both Eclipse and Omega catch Barry in a flapjack that sends Barry front first into the ladder. Omega and Eclipse roll Barry off the ladder and set it up. Omega climbs the ladder while Eclipse watches Barry, but Soge is climbing a turnbuckle out of Eclipse and Omega's view. Soge jumps off towards the ladder and catches it enough to push it over as Omega is close to the top. Eclipse immediately turns around and sees Soge getting up from the mat. Eclipse runs over and goes for a clothesline, but Soge ducks, and as Eclipse turns around Soge catches him with a back kick to the gut. Soge then hooks Eclipse for a Diamond Cutter, and hits a standing Shiranui (standing Sliced Bread#2). Soge quickly sets up the ladder and starts climbing, while Omega gets up groggy, and tries to climb up slowly too.
RW: Who's gonna get up to the top first?
Soge is up at the top and reaches up for the title belts. Omega punches Soge in the gut. Omega punches Soge again in the gut again. Soge then strikes Omega in the side of the head with the a fist. Omega moves up another rung and hits Soge in the eye with a thumb.
JC: Cheap shot and a half right there.
Soge goes half blind. Omega begins to climb up to the top. Barry Straight is back up and goes up the same side Omega is on. Barry hits Omega in the kidneys and Omega cringes just as he is about to reach up for the belts. Barry Straight grabs Omega by the hair and rams his head into the ladder. Omega falls down to the mat and rolls off into a corner. Barry Straight continues to go up the ladder.
RW: Rene Soge and Barry Straight are both on the ladder.
Eclipse is up and starts to push on the ladder. The ladder begins to wobble so Soge begins to climb down. But Eclipse puts all his weight and strenght behind one final push and the ladder tips over. Soge hits the mat hard and Straight lands on his feet. Straight and Eclipse begin to throw punches back and forth at each other.
JC: Now it's a pier 6 brawl!
Eclipse throws a punch but Straight blocks it and hits Eclipse. Eclipse throws another punch that Straight blocks again and follows it up with a punch of his own. Another punch by Straight as he backs Eclipse againsgt the ropes. Straight grabs Eclipse and whips him but Eclipse reverses and sends Straight into the ropes. Straight comes back and Eclipse snatches up Straight and hits Deep Evasion on Straight.
RW: Deep Evasion on Barry Straight!
Eclipse picks up the ladder and sets ut under the belts. Eclipse begins to climb up the ladder but very slowly.
JC: Eclipse is going up.
RW: Can Eclipse win the match for him and his brother and retain the Tag Team Titles?!
Eclipse is about 3 rungs from the top. Soge is up and grabs another ladder. Soge uses the ladder and hits Eclipse with it. Eclipse falls down a rung. Soge sets up the his ladder next to the ladder Eclipse is on. Soge then begins to climb up the ladder but parallel to Eclipse. Soge hits Eclipse with a punch. Omega is up and starts climbing the opposite side of Soge. Omega kicks Soge in the side as Soge is about to suplex Eclipse. Eclipse hits Soge and goes up a rung. Omega goes up a rung as Straight gets up. Straight starts to climb up the opposite of the ladder Eclipse is on. Straight meets Eclipse toward the top of the ladder as Omega meets Soge toward the top of the other ladder.
JC: All four guys are at the top.
RW: One of these teams will leave Albany, New York as Tag Team Champions and right now it's a crap shoot.
All four men are hitting each other. Soge grabs Omega's head and slams it off the top of the ladder. At the same time Eclipse headbutts Straight in the nose. Straight takes a step down and holds his nose. Soge slams Omega's head off the top of the ladder again and again. Omega is dazed and Soge is about to push him off when Eclipse hits Soge in the gut. Soge kind of doubles over but not all the way. Eclipse grabs Soge by the throat.
JC: Eclipse is gong for The Deadly Clutch on Rene Soge.
RW: If he hits it this match will be over.
Straight goes back up the ladder a couple rungs and hits Eclipse a couple times so Eclipse releases Soge. Straight grabs Eclipse and suplex's Eclipse but holds him up high.
JC: If they go off that ladder there careers might very well end.
Omega pulls Eclipse back down onto the ladder. Omega spears Straight off the ladder and they both go down off the ladder.
RW & JC: HOLY SHIT!!
RW: Omega just sacrificed himself to take out Barry Straight!
JC: What a competitor!
RW: Or what a crazy person!
Omega and Straight lay on the ring mat moving very little.
JC: Rene and Eclipse are left up on the ladders.
Eclipse looks down at his brother as Soge tries to sneak up the ladder. Eclipse sees Soge trying to pull a fast one and hits Soge in the kidneys. Eclipse climbs up the ladder to be level with Soge. Soge and Eclipse throw punches at each other. They both grab for the tag title belts. Soge has one belt in his hand and Eclipse has the other one in his hand. They each pull off the title belt in their hand and the bell rings.
DING DING DING
RW: What the hell?!
JC: They both came off with a title belt... who wins?
Robyn: This match has been declared a draw... and still Tag Team Champions... Pain and Punishment!
RW: Well there you go John, its a draw and Eclipse and Omega keep the titles.
"Tear Away" hits as Eclipse climbs down the ladder with both belts and goes to check on Omega. Let's go backstage...
Winner: DRAW via Member of each Team pulling down a Title
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Big T is in his locker room making final preperations for this next very important match up. Shadow walks into the camera's view.
Shadow: I saw your brother a few minutes ago and he added a stip to the strap match for the National Title.
Big T: And what would that be exactly?
Shadow: You can also pin your opponent to gain the victory.
Big T: That'll work just fine. I got no problem kicking Orton's teeth down his throat and then pinning his ass.
Shadow: Good. Real good.
Shadow has a smirk on his face.
Big T: Just remember to make it worth my while...
Big T rubs his thumb up and down on his index and middle fingers signifying money.
Big T: ...you know what I mean Shadow. I'm getting rid of my brother to keep SFT a one man ran show.
Shadow nods as he leaves Big T's locker room. We go back to ringside.
RW: This match is going to have all the parts that make classic matches.
JC: Emotions are going to run very high.
RW: Care to make a prediction John?
JC: Absolutely not, I'm going to wait and see what happens.
Match Number Five
MICHAEL ORTON
*representing Anthony Jesus*
vs.
BIG T (c)
*representing Shadow*
( 2 Falls Match )
[1st Fall: Strap Match - National Title]
[2nd Fall: Briefcase on a Pole Match - 50% Ownership]
The lights begin to dim and then go out. Two quarters drop on a table on the Tron. "You Don't Know" by Eminem ft. 50 Cent, Cashis, and Lloyd Banks hits the PA system. Gold, silver, and green lights flash throughout the arena. A single red spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp and out from behind the curtain walks "The Icon" "The Legend" Big T. He begins making his way down the ramp and the fans are cheering him so loud its deafening. But the crowd's reaction phases him not. Big T walks up the stairs and enters the ring. Big T jumps up on the middle turnbuckle, yells out to the crowd, and takes in their love for him. "You Don't Know" fades off and the lights come back on as Big T steps off the ropes waits in the corner.
JC: Here we go. This is bound to be an absolutely hellacious two falls matchup, the first for the National Championship and the second for the major prize of 50% ownership of Strike Towers.
RW: But in a truly shocking development, this man Big T was passed up by his own brother and will instead represent the current SOLE Owner of Strike Towers, Shadow. So if Big T can get the victory in that second fall, Shadow will retain that sole ownership and T's brother Anthony Jesus will be denied.
The lights fade to darkness as the titan tron flashes..a countdown 5...4...3...2...1..Then at the last second "Hell Yeah" by Rev Theory blasts out the arena's PA Sytstem. Michael orton apears at the top of the stage as the lights and pyro start flashing and going off, then Orton walks down the aisle down to the ring apron, He goes to climb into the ring by climbing through the ropes, once in the ring he goes to the corner and waits.
Robyn Byrne: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for TWO FALLS, the first of which will be a STRAP MATCH for the National Championship. Introducing first, the challenger... he hails from Dallas, Texas... weighing in at 230 pounds... MICHAEL... ORTON!
Robyn Byrne: And his opponent... he is the current and reigning National Champion... residing in East Wareham, Massachusetts and weighing in at 255 pounds... The Icon... The Legend... BIG... T!
The bell sounds as referee Allen Kain- already holding the strap in one hand- shows the National Championship around to the audience. Once he passes the belt to the outside, he secures the strap around Michael Orton's wrist. Kain goes to strap up Big T, who yells something at him and pulls his hands away.
RW: Come on, Big T. You agreed to represent Shadow in this match, you've got to wear the strap.
JC: Technically he's only representing Shadow in the second fall. Shadow and Anthony aren't so concerned with who gets the National Championship. Jesus might even be pulling for his brother to retain.
Big T reluctantly allows Allen Kain to finish strapping him to Michael Orton, and the match is ready to begin at last. Big T gives the strap a hard tug and pulls Michael Orton into a boot to the gut. T wraps the strap around his fist and punches Orton in the temple. He rocks him with a bunch more punches, then delives a scoop slam. Orton hops right back to his feet, and Big T knocks him down with a clothesline.
Michael Orton gets onto his knees and yanks the strap himself, pulling Big T into a spinebuster. T turns onto his belly, and Michael whip him across the back with the strap. Orton then waits on T, shouting for him to get up. Big T does get to his feet, and Michael Orton immediately delivers an olympic slam. Orton whips T across the chest with the strap, then uses it to pull him up to his feet. T is doubled over, gasping for breath, and Orton runs to the ropes. Michael comes charging at Big T and delivers a modified swinging neckbreaker.
JC: Wow, just like that Michael Orton has taken absolute control.
RW: These strap matches can certainly be unpredictable.
Michael Orton stands and staggers toward a corner. He slaps a button, and a blue light set up on the post comes on.
RW: Just for the record, this match can only be won by either touching all four corners or by pinfall.
JC: So Michael orton is now a quarter of the way to victory, a quarter of the way to the National Championship.
Orton walks toward the corner diagonally opposite from where he lit the marker. Big T springs to his feet and rolls up Michael Orton before he can reach the corner.
JC: Small package!
1...
2...
Michael rolls out at two.
RW: Big T almost caught him right there.
Michael Orton stands and Big T hits him with a clothesline. T uses this opportunity to slap the other button in the same corner Orton hit earlier. A red light goes on next to the blue light, indicating that each man has hit that corner.
RW: And now Big T is a quarter of the way to retaining the title. We're all tied up.
Big T walks toward Michael Orton, who catches him with a belly to belly suplex.
As Orton gets up to his feet, "Shoots & Ladders" begins to play and Shadow walks out onto the stage, carrying his glass cane. The music cuts off immediately, and Shadow begins to walk down the ramp. Michael Orton looks at him in confusion and anger.
Michael Orton: What are you doing? This is my time!
Michael Orton gestures around his waist, indicating that he plans on taking the Championship in this strap match. Michael turns around and Big T connects with a flying forearm, knocking the challenger down. T kips up immediately, and he hits a second turnbuckle.
JC: That slight distraction caused by Shadow's arrival allowed Big T to take control of this match for the time being. But why did Shadow come out here now? Does he really have any stake or concern in Big T keeping the National Championship?
Michael Orton gets to his feet, and Big T yanks the strap again, pulling him right into a P.I.M.P Hand. T floats over into a cover.
1...
2...
Orton reaches out a hand and grabs the bottom rope.
JC: He almost had him there!
RW: Ring positioning cost Big T right there. Great job by Orton realizing where he was at in the ring.
Big T drags Michael Orton to his feet. Orton suddenly hooks a front facelock and hooks the leg fisherman style, lifting Big T off the mat and delivering his trademark Blackout. With Big T down, Michael staggers around the ring and successfully lights up two more corners, leaving him needing just one more to win the championship.
From the mat, Big T desperately jerks the strap, pulling Michael Orton to the center of the ring. T turns onto his back and does another kip up. Orton takes a swing at him, but misses wildly. Michael turns and walks right into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from T. Big T quickly "helps" Orton to his feet, then backs away.
RW: What is Big T thinking here?
Big T pulls on the strap with all his might. Michael Orton jerks forward and T delivers a superkick.
JC: Game Over! Big T pulled him right into the Game Over!
Big T flops over, landing with his back across Michael Orton's chest. Allen Kain checks the shoulders of both men, finding that T's are elevated on the body of Orton, while Michael has both shoulders flat on the mat. He begins the count.
1...
2...
3!
The bell sounds.
JC: There's the three count! Big T retains the National Championship!
RW: One fall down, one to go!
Big T stands up and pulls on the strap, dragging a motionless Michael Orton to his feet. He jerks the leather strap one more time, this time pulling Orton into the Change The Game. The crowd boos the dirty post-fall assault.
Winner of 1st Fall: BIG T via Pinfall
RW: What the Hell?! That was completely uncalled for!
JC: Well, it certainly succeeded in further weakening Michael Orton before the second fall. That's not to say that I justify or condone it, but it was effective.
Allen Kain removes the strap from Big T's wrist, then pulls it off Michael Orton as well. He tosses the strap to the floor and the bell rings again.
JC: I think we still have to wait for Michael Orton to get up before we continue with the second fall, though.
RW: Yeah, I would think he at least has to be conscious.
Allen Kain checks on Michael Orton and helps him get to his feet in the corner. Meanwhile, tech crews remove the lights from the corners, and put up the pole in one corner. Once Michael grows responsive and acknowledges he is ready to go on, Allen Kain gets the briefcase from the timekeeper. He hangs the briefcase on the pole, and the bell sounds to mark the start of the second fall.
Big T charges at Michael Orton immediately, looking to take advantage. Orton delivers a standing dropkick as T comes running right into it. Big T makes it up to his feet first, clearly in better condition at this point. Michael sits up, and T delivers a boot to his head. Big T goes to the outside and grabs the strap again. He slides into the ring and wraps the leather strap around Orton's throat. Allen Kain reprimands Big T, but knows there is very little else he can do about it.
RW: Good God, Big T is just strangling Orton with that strap!
T removes the strap from around Orton's neck and resecures it on Michael's wrist.
JC: Now what is he doing?
Big T stands Michael Orton up and pull's his strapped hand between his legs in a pumphandle. Yanking the strap up and back, he causes the strap and Orton's arm to hit Michael in the crotch.
JC: OW! Now that's an innovative low blow.
RW: Geez, Michael! Stop hitting yourself in the nuts!
Michael falls to his knees and Big T drops the strap. Big T heads towards the pole and climbs to the second rope. Orton removes the strap from his wrist and gets to his feet with a limp. Big T has his fingertips on the bottom of the briefcase, but he isn't up high enough to grab it. Michael gets there quickly and whips him across the back with the strap. Orton drops the strap as Big T turns and sits on the top turnbuckle. Michael walks toward him, but T hits a knife edge chop. Orton turns his back to Big T, who grabs an inverted facelock while standing on the second rope. T flips forward over Michael, dropping him into a stunner in a version of the Diamond Dust.
RW: Wow! What a move by Big T!
JC: Michael Orton's really in trouble now!
Big T stands and attempts to pull Michael orton back to his feet. Suddenly springing to life with a second wind, Orton leaps up and delivers a jumping cutter to Big T.
JC: Suicide Hotline! He dialed it up and he connected!
RW: Can he capitalize?!
Michael Orton pulls Big T up by the hair and tosses him over the top rope to the floor. Orton falls to his hands and knees. He begins to crawl toward the corner where the briefcase hangs.
RW: This is going to be it! Michael Orton is going to get Anthony Jesus his half ownership of Strike Towers!
JC: He's gotta get there, though! He's gotta get up that pole!
Michael Orton gets to the corner and uses the ropes to get to his feet. He begins to slowly climb up one rope at a time until he is standing on the top rope. He starts to reach up, but appears to become dizzy and starts to his balance. Michael holds onto the pole to balance himself and tries again to reach the briefcase.
JC: He's going to get it!
Big T jumps onto the ring apron and delivers a forearm to Michael Orton's exposed ribs.
RW: Oh, no! He got cut off!
Big T climbs to the second rope on the outside of the ring, and he begins to exchange punches with Michael Orton. Orton connects with an elbow to the temple and grabs hold of the briefcase with both hands as Big T reels, hanging onto the top rope for dear life. T steadies himself and climbs onto the top rope. T grabs the briefcase with his left hand and punches Orton in the ribs with his right. Orton releases the briefcase with his right hand, still holding on with his left as well. They go punch for punch on the top rope, neither man ever letting go of the prize. The top rope begins to shake a little beneath them as their movement rattles it.
RW: Jesus Christ!
JC: Whoever wins this battle is going to get the briefcase! Who's it going to be?!
The two men punch each other simultaneously, and they both begin to teeter. Big T gets his balance and uses his right hand to pull the briefcase off of the pole, but Michael Orton is still holding onto it as well.
JC: Big T wins!
RW: No, Michael Orton wins!
JC: One of them is going to have to get it away from the other!
RW: Good Lord, this is nuts!
Big T and Michael orton begin a tug of war for the briefcase while perched precariously on the top rope. Orton finally pulls with all his might, but Big T holds on. The weight shift caused by this big desperate pull finally cause the two of them to fall off the top rope and into the ring. They both hit the canvas hard, and still they both cling to the briefcase. Allen Kain looks on in disbelief and, not knowing what else to do, he calls for the bell.
RW: What the heck?!
JC: Who got the win?! Is Anthony Jesus co-Owner or not?!
Robyn Byrne: Ladies and gentlemen, the official has informed me that this fall has resulted in a DRAW!
The crowd boos.
Winner of 2nd Fall: Draw via Both Coming Down with Possession of Briefcase
IN-RING SEGMENT
RW: I can't believe that they both retained possession of the briefcase.
JC: Randy these guys have kicked the hell out of each other for the past half hour, they whipped each other's hides, and just gone 200mph, I can believe that they both came down with possession of the briefcase.
RW: Okay, true. But since neither had sole possession what happens with the 50% Ownership? Does Jesus get it?
Shadow: Mic check, mic check.
JC: Guess we gonna find out.
Shadow: The match has ended in a draw and that means...
Shadow is interrupted by Superior Staffer and former Owner Anthony Jesus.
Anthony Jesus: That means that I am now a 25% Owner of SFT.
The fans erupt with joy and some with disgust.
JC: Well there's your answer Randy.
Shadow: Once again Mr. Jesus you are wrong and falsifying information.
Anthony Jesus: 50% ownership stake was up for grabs in that briefcase. Michael Orton and my brother both came down in possession of the breifcase. Thus, I now am a quarter Owner of SFT. Now show me the money!
Shadow: The only thing I'm showing you is the door. I have the contract right here and I'll hold it up for the camera to zoom in tight on the highlighted part.
The camera zooms in on the contract that Shadow holds up. The camera finds the highlighted part of the contract. It can be seen on the StrikeTron for the crowd inside the Times Union Center. Shadow begins to read it.
Shadow: "If one Michael Orton, representing Anthony Jesus, does not have sole possession of the briefcase containing 50% Ownership rights then Anthony Jesus will recieve no Ownership stake in Strike Towers." The bottomline Jesus is your ass gets jack shit but my foot in your house as I boot you the hell out of MY COMPANY! SECURITY....escort Mr. Jesus out of the arena.
Anthony Jesus: Fuck you Shadow!! You can't boot me out of here!! You can't get rid of me Shadow!!
Security grabs Anthony Jesus and begins to drag him out of the Times Union Center.
Anthony Jesus: I'll be back Shadow! I'll be back! You can never get rid of me! Do you know who I am?! I'm Anthony motherfucking Jesus!
Security takes the mic from Anthony Jesus as they continue to drag his ass away.
Shadow: You are Anthony Jesus but you are also GONE!
"Shoots and Ladders" hits as Shadow heads backstage.
MAIN EVENT
SAINT JUDE vs.
SWITCHBLADE (c)
( Scaffold Tables Match - World Heavyweight Title )
JC: It's main event time once again!
RW: SwitchBlade defends the SFT Championship- at least in name- against Saint Jude!
JC: But there's no physical belt to defend!
RW: Let's get to it!
"Ring Of Fire" by Johnny Cash hits the loudspeakers, but Saint Jude does not appear. The music stops and starts again. Still there is no sign of Saint Jude.
RW: What on Earth is going on here? Where's Saint Jude?!
The cameras cut to the back, where they find Saint Jude laying on the floor and being stomped viciously by SwitchBlade.
JC: My God! SwitchBlade must have ambushed Saint Jude on his way to the ring!
Saint Jude begins to crawl away and SwitchBlade stalks him. Saint Jude gets on his feet and begins to stumble towards the entrance area as SwitchBlade follows. Jude heads to the left of the main entrance area, and they enter the arena by way of the floor alongside the stage. SwitchBlade punches Jude in the side of the head as he continues to stagger away. This continues as they walk alongside the ramp all the way to ringside, where a large steel scaffolding structure rises up alongside the ring. Above the ring itself hangs the main wooden scaffold where the fight is to truly commence. Inside the ring there are tables stacked two high and covering pretty much every inch of the ring.
Saint Jude leans against the steel scaffold. SwitchBlade charges at him, but Jude sidesteps and SwitchBlade runs right into the steel. Switch falls to a knee, and Jude uses the opening to start climbing up the scaffold in search of an escape and some separation. SwitchBlade gets to his feet and kicks the scaffold in anger. SwitchBlade begins to climb as Jude crawls onto the wooden scaffold.
JC: Here we go! Get ready for some insanity!
RW: This will be nuts! Someone's going to get hurt! Someone's going to get hurt bad!
SwitchBlade joins Saint Jude on the top of the scaffold. Jude rushes at him from the center of the scaffold and hits a lariat, knocking SwitchBlade onto the wooden scaffold. Jude pulls SwitchBlade to his feet and hits a suplex on the wood. He brings him up again and delivers a Russian leg sweep.
RW: Check out Saint Jude taking control with the aggression!
Jude waits on switchBlade, throwing his arms up as if to say "get up." SwitchBlade does get to his feet, and Jude runs at him again. Leaping up in stride, Jude connects with a running tornado DDT on the wood.
JC: Divine Intervention! SwitchBlade's title and possibly his career could be in some real danger now!
Saint Jude drags SwitchBlade to his feet again and sets him up for a piledriver. SwitchBlade counters with a back body drop, tossing Saint Jude overhead and sending him crashing down onto the scaffold. Jude's back bows up in pain. SwitchBlade falls to his knees. Jude gets to his feet first and runs at SwitchBlade one more time, but Switch hits a superkick.
JC: Oh! A little bit TOO MUCH aggression from Saint Jude that time!
SwitchBlade pulls Saint Jude up to his feet and delivers his trademark Jumping Piledriver. He signals that it is over, but he is surprised to see Jude sit up. Jude is clearly disoriented, but somehow he stands up, seemingly on pure instinct. SwitchBlade charges furiously at Jude, who raises his arm to hit a clothesline.
RW: That was more or less a defensive move there by Saint Jude, just protecting his own ass, but it was still effective.
Jude stands over SwitchBlade, leaps, and delivers a leg drop across the throat and chest. SwitchBlade sits up, coughing, as Jude gets back to his feet. Jude assists SwitchBlade back to his feet and attempts to throw him off the side of the scaffold, right at the center. Somehow SwitchBlade grabs the center support cable as he goes over the edge. Jude falls to his knees as SwitchBlade climbs back up the cable and gets back onto the scaffold.
RW: Great athleticism by switchBlade! We came just that close to having a new SFT Champion!
JC: SwitchBlade knew that rope or cable was there and he used it to his advantage. Great arm strength to hang on and climb back up.
Saint Jude punches SwitchBlade to welcome him back onto the scaffold. The champion responds with a kick to the gut. He follows up with a Deep Cut on the scaffold. The scaffold bounces and swings with the impact, but stays up.
Both men are down and "Let It Roll" by Divide The Day begins to play. Lars Adams walks out on stage with a new SFT World Heavyweight Championship belt over his shoulder. SwitchBlade sits up and looks down at Lars Adams, who ignors the champion as he walks down the aisle to ringside. Lars circles the ring to take a seat alongside John and Randy at the announce table. He places the belt down on the announce table to put on the free headset, then returns it to his shoulder.
JC: Wow, is that the new championship belt? Already?
Lars Adams: That it is. And since SwitchBlade clearly wants nothing to do with it and doesn't respect it, I think I'll just hold onto it for awhile. SwitchBlade will remain the champion in name, but he will not get his hands on another championship belt until he learns to appreciate and respect it. Anyone who has a problem with that can come take the belt from me. They'll just have the whole of Revelation to deal with.
RW: Well, what if Saint Jude wins this match here?
LA: I'll award him his new championship, naturally.
SwitchBlade has made it back to his feet now, and he lifts Saint Jude in position for a powerbomb.
RW: Wait a second! SwitchBlade might be about to powerbomb Jude off the scaffold right here!
JC: He is going to keep the title!
Saint Jude punches SwitchBlade in the head three times, then rakes his eyes. Jude lands on his feet right at the edge of the scaffold. He teeters, but grabs the support cable to keep himself on the scaffold. Jude steps toward SwitchBlade, who catches him with a double leg takedown. SwitchBlade quickly locks in the ENTERING THE DARKSIDE on the scaffold. Jude pulls himself the support cable and grabs hold of it with both hands. Jude is about to slide his body right off the scaffold when SwitchBlade releases the hold.
JC: Oh my Lord! Saint Jude was about to counter the Entering The Darkside by sliding both men over the edge while he held onto the support cable.
LA: If he had done that, SwitchBlade would have been unable to release the submission hold without crashing through the tables.
RW: SwitchBlade realized that, though, and broke the hold before Jude could do it.
Using the support cable, Saint Jude pulls himself to his feet. SwitchBlade moves in to finish him off, but Jude kicks him in the family jewels with a self-preservation low blow. Jude grabs SwitchBlade and pulls him closer. Standing near the edge, Jude applies a front facelock on SwitchBlade.
RW: What on Earth is Jude doing now?!
LA: He's going to give him the Fall From Grace off the scaffold! He's going to Fall From Grace for the SFT Championship!
JC: WHAT?! That's SUICIDE! Don't do it, Jude!
Before Jude can lift him, SwitchBlade grabs the support cable to block the move as if it were the top rope in the ring. SwitchBlade pulls his head free and delivers a headbutt to Jude. Now Jude grabs the support cable as well, as he teeter precariously near the edge. They begin to exchange punches with their free hands, both still holding the cable. Finally SwitchBlade grabs a single arm choke. He grabs Jude's wrist and pulls that arm off the support cable.
JC: This has to be it! SwitchBlade is going to retain!
SwitchBlade throws Jude's arm over his shoulder and lifts him about a foot off the scaffold. The champion chokeslams the challenger off the scaffold, sending him crashing through the tables to the mat below. Some of the tables that were not broken topple over and land on the shattered pile of wood, flesh, and bones.
RW: OH MY GAWD!
Referee Rob Ragan, officiating the match from the arena floor, signals for the bell.
Lars Adams: Well, that's that, gentlemen. SwitchBlade retains the SFT Championship in name, which means I'll be holding onto this belt for a little while longer.
Winner: SWITCHBLADE via Throwing Saint Jude Off the Scaffold and going through Tables
ENDING
JC: Switchblade is still World Champion.
RW: Saint Jude hasn't moved since he went through all them tables.
LA: I hope Switchblade didn't kill him and send the Saint home to Heaven.
JC: I think Jude needs medical attention and desperately.
LA: Can we get some medical people out here for Saint Jude!
A male and female medical personnel come out with a stretcher and neck brace. They wheel the stretcher ringside and to the side of the ring closes to Saint Jude. The male medic begins to pull wood away from Saint Jude. After he clears some space the female medic climbs up in the ring. The male medic holds the unconscious Saint Jude's head still as the female medic puts the neck brace on Saint Jude.
RW: I don't like this fellas. Jude hasn't moved in minutes.
The medics grab the board and they get it underneath Saint Jude's back. They strap him to the board and then slide it to the apron of the ring.
JC: Jude is beyond beaten the hell out of.
LA: Well he did get chokeslammed from a foot above the scaffolding and then down through atleast 5 tables. So yeah, he's definitely messed up and real bad.
The medics slide Saint Jude onto the stretcher and put up the rails on the side. They begin to wheel the unconscious body of Saint Jude out of the arena and to backstage. The camera follow the medics as they wheel Jude backstage. They come upon a waiting ambulance. The doors are already open so the medics load Saint Jude in the ambulance immediately. Both medics climb in the back of the ambulance and shut the doors behind them. A camera looks in the window as the medics start hooking Jude up to machines. The ambulances sirens go off and the ambulance drives off. The cameras stay on the ambulance as it drives off into the night and Rise of an Empire goes off the air.
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