RW: In our first match of the night, Josh Konnely takes on Little T!

JC: This is Little T's third match here in SFT. I wonder if he has recovered from his short match last week against Henchwoman. Get it Randy, Short?

RW: I'm ignoring you. And here come our competitors.

Knock Knock by Mac Miller begins to play as Little T walk's out onto the stage as the pyrotechnics explodes.

Robyn: First making his way to the ring, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 142 pounds...LITTLE T!

Little T stand's at the top of the stage then runs full speed down to the ring. Little T attempts to jump into the ring but misses. After looking around the arena seeing if anyone notices his botched attempt of jumping into the ring, Little T runs to the staircase and runs up and then jumps over the bottom rope and get's into the ring. He runs over to the corner.. and start's performing his iconic ring entrance pose, mounting the second rope and displaying his muscularity with the arena darkened and strobing colored lights. Finally after a few brief moments, Little T leaps off the middle rope and gets ready for his match.

"Awake And Alive" by Skillet begins to play across the loudspeakers, drawing a huge pop. The lights begin to strobe and heavy white smoke pumps into the entrance area, filling the whole stage. Josh Konnely runs out onto the stage right through the smoke. Josh stops at the top of the ramp and hangs his head, holding his hands out at his sides in a crucifixion type pose.

Robyn: And his opponent, from Bridgeport, Connecticut, weighing in at 185 pounds...Josh Konnely!

Konnely lifts his head slowly, his eyes turning skyward, and he points to the heavens with both hands. Josh marches down the aisle, stopping once again at the bottom of the ramp. Konnely whispers something and then crosses himself. After doing this he sprints toward the ring and slides inside. Josh jumps to his feet and makes the cross hand gesture.

RW: Here we go folks!

The bell rings and Konnely Instinctively goes to tie up with his opponent, but Little T runs through his legs and as Konnely turns around Little T lands a superkick to the shin. Konnely more than a little annoyed picks Little T up and slides his arm under T's for an arm triangle choke. Little T bites Konnelys arm and he releases, dropping Little T to the ground.

JC: That had to hurt, he must have been ten feet in the air!

RW: A bit of an exaggeration, but yes, that fall had to hurt like hell for Little T.

JC: So your talking to me now?

RW: No.

Josh Konnely is putting the boots to Little T as he tries for the corner. He makes it and Konnely backs off. Konnely stands in the middle of the ring taunting Little T to attack. Little T runs forward to attack Konnely, who raises his knee connecting directly with Little T's face.

RW: and Little T is down!

JC: Don't even have to wrap him up in a small package.

RW: Little T is out folks. This match is over.

JC: Don't count out Little T yet.

Josh Konnely covers Little T with one boot for the 1-2-3! The referee calls for the bell and raises Josh Konnely's hand.

JC: OK, now you can count him out.

RW: Ya think? That's it for this match, Josh Konnely with a quick win over Little T. Stay tuned for our next match Hellion Jr. vs Kiba Bunson from the infamous new Hybrid Division.

"Cryin' Like a Bitch" by Godsmack hits the pa system. The arena goes dark while the Striketron begins to flicker yellow and orange, a black, smoke-huffing dragon coming from the background in a snake formation. As the dragon becomes more clear, it opens up it's mouth, causing the screen to go black for only a moment as fire spews from his mouth, the word Kiba forming from the flames. Pyro suddenly explodes from the ramp, and upon dying down, Kiba Bunson shows himself at the top of the ramp, he is sporting MMA-based gloves and black shorts, hemmed with red and a 'Kiba' stitching on both legs.

RW: The Hybrid division boss is coming around. Too bad he can't come sit with us.

JC: I'm ecstatic. That cocky bastard always says he's going to punch me in the face.

RW: You deserve it half the time, John.

Kiba walks down to the ring, ignoring the crowd as they boo him or cheer him, however they may react towards him. He enters the ring by climbing up the steps, walking halfway across the apron, then stepping through the second rope. He steps over to his side of the ring and motions his hand in a 'come here' motion. As he does, a black man dressed in a white T-shirt and basketball shorts comes running down to the ring side announcer table, taking the spot Kiba usually takes during the matches. He sits down, putting a headset on.

Markus: I am Markus, filling in for Kiba on commentary.

JC: Great, another one of him.

Markus: Yes, Kiba told me about you John. I'm not as merciful as Kiba is. Don't cross me wrong.

RW: I like this guy already.

Markus: I don't swing that way bud.

Announcer: In the ring is our first contender for this Hybrid Division match up. He weighs in at one-hundred and eighty-five pounds and is the owner of the Hybird Division, he is the 'Burner' KIBA BUNSON!

Kiba shakes his head at the chorus of mixed reactions from the crowd but raises his hand anyway. He begins to shuffle in his corner.

Announcer: And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty five pounds and fighting for a number one contendership spot for the Hybrid Championship, Hellion Jr.! Vacuity By Gojira blast throughout the arena as the light's in the arena flash black and white. Hellion Jr. comes out with a black mask with a big white H on it and white tights as he makes his way from behind the curtain, his body clothed in black ragged leather. The lather is sewn together like a trenchcoat. His makes devil horns with his fingers and fire erupts from the JumboTron. He races at the ring, full speed, and slides under the bottom rope.

The announcer steps out of the ring as the referee takes his place. He beckons for both to come to the center of the ring, grabbing each of their wrists and explaining something both men nod and Hellion places his bare fist center of them. Kiba takes one glance at it and quickly taps it with the brunt of his glove then shuffles back to his corner of the ring. The referee watches as Hellion steps back into his corner, checks both men, then signals for the bell. Immediately they walk into the ring, Kiba keeping his head moving while Hellion walks slightly slumped over, keeping his head tucked in. They get within feet and Hellion goes for a takedown immediately, catching an uppercut to his chin for his troubles. He staggers back, shaking out the cobwebs.

RW: And right off the bat, Kiba is keeping Hellion at bay with a beautiful uppercut. Markus: He only clipped his jaw as a warning. Kiba isn't the kind of guy to be taken down without any form of a fight.

JC: I'm still rooting for Hellion.

Markus: You'd be wise to keep your mouth shut.

Kiba stands in place, Hellion returning to full composure as he begins to walk in toward Kiba. He throws some short jabs at Kiba, measuring the distance. Kiba isn't fazed by this, keeping his head bobbing and weaving as he comes in closer, throwing a slow jab to measure his arm length against Hellion. Kiba fakes a shot, causing Hellion to sprawl slightly while Kiba catches him in a front headlock, amateur wrestling style. Hellion fights to his feet, where Kiba tries for A guillotine choke. Hellion holds Kiba's arms from locking and presses Kiba back and into the ropes acrosss the ring. Hellion stomps on Kiba's foot, which isn't protected. Kiba winces, but keeps fighting for the choke. Hellion stomps on the other foot and turns out, slipping from Kiba's grip and catching him with a quick right hook. Kiba stumbles sideways, but doesn't seem all-too affected by it.

Hellion pushes, going for a left jab but Kiba ducks in and clinches in with Hellion, getting an over/under on Hellion. He twists his hips to take him down but Hellion blocks with a leg, pulling Kiba back to a standing base. Hellion uses his leg to trip Kiba, sending him to his back but he immediately rolls through by trapping an arm and leg and pushing out. Kiba doesn't pounce on this opportunity though, getting to a standing base and beckoning for Hellion to get up. Hellion stands back up with a guard, but Kiba doesn't do anything. Hellion seems confused, but continues the match as if Kiba we fighting seriously. Hellion throws a few short jabs, once again measuring Kiba's distance. He takes a step in and Kiba quickly feints a left jab and swings his right leg around, dropping Hellion with a quick high kick.

Markus: And Hellion gets dropped with a kick to the face!

JC: Oh come on. Kiba plays a bitch this entire time and finally strikes?

RW: I call that strategy.

JC: I call that stupid. He said he was going to use Hellion as an example for Gary, but now he's just toying with the kid.

Markus has had enough, leaning over the table and jabbing John in the face. John falls out of the chair and lays there motionless. Randy seems astonished by this, but at the same time, he seems to be wanting to laugh. Kiba leans over the ropes telling Markus off while at the same time Markus yells about how he was doing it in defense. In the meantime, Hellion is back to his feet, rushing over to Kiba and grappling his waist, throwing him back with a release German Suplex. Kiba crashes down hard on the back of his head and top of his back, rolling over and coming to a stop on his stomach as he holds the back of his head with a single hand. Hellion rushes over, sliding to a knee and beginning to slam his fist down on Kiba rapidly, aiming for the sides of his face.

Kiba guards as best he can while Hellion tries to get his back. Kiba gets to a knee and thrusts out, rolling forward and spinning towards Hellion, who catches him just as he turns with a pinpoint enziguiri to the face. Kiba stumbles back and bounces off the ropes dazed while Hellion grapples him and takes him down with a rebounding snap suplex. Hellion takes the cover but Kiba keeps his shoulder off the mat. He quickly wraps his arm around one of Hellion's arms going for a kimura. Before he can lock wrists, Hellion rolls his arm out and places his arm under Kiba's neck. He takes a few short shots to the face from Kiba but answers with some big ones, busting open Kiba's brow. Kiba notices the blood pumping from the open wound and begins to scramble, sliding his body around and wrapping up into full guard. Kiba throws jabs at Hellion and knocks him off, rolling over and placing his arm into Hellion's chest. Kiba's blood drips down on Hellion, reminding Kiba of the hit he took. Kiba shakes it off and stands up.

Markus: That must have killed Kiba to do that.

RW: Why is that? Markus: Usually when Kiba sees his own blood, he goes into a frenzy and becomes more aggressive. He must be listening to what I told him and trying to keep from harming Hellion too much.

Kiba watches as Hellion stands, blood pouring into his eye as his brow begins to swell. His vision becomes tampered, noticeable as Hellion lands a jab to his face as soon as he stands up. Kiba counter with his good side, throwing a hook into Hellion's face. Hellion takes the hit as Kiba throws a punch from his blind side, allowing Hellion to duck and send his hand into Kiba's mouth, choking and gagging him with The Cold Death. Kiba fights to pull Hellion's hand from his mouth, remembering he can't bite down on the hand or be disqualified. Kiba drops to a knee, breathing through his nose while trying to get the hand from his mouth. Hellion seems to be putting pressure on now as he digs his thumb in the bottom of Kiba's jaw, using that pressure point to his advantage. Kiba begins to shed tears from the gagging.

Kiba begins to get angry, pumped, getting to both feet and slamming his leg into the abdomen of Hellion. This loosens the grip. Kiba hits him once more, forcing him to retrieve his hand from the afflicted area and buckle over. Kiba grapples Hellion by the head and locks in a guillotine. Hellion tries to fight, but Kiba pulls back, bouncing off the ropes and pushing forward, using the momentum to flip both him and Hellion. Hellion crashes hard with the Flaming Pinwheel while Kiba keeps hold of that guillotine. It's locked in deep and Hellion doesn't seem to be fighting it at all. The referee calls only once before Hellion begins to start pushing on Kiba's arms, trying to pry his head from the tight lock.

Markus: Kiba's guillotines are impossible to break. I would know.

RW: It looks really deep.

Markus: It is, only issue is that Kiba doesn't have his legs wrapped around Hellion, which means he isn't attacking the lungs as well.

Hellion pushes harder, getting Kiba's back to the ground. The referee slides in quickly, slapping the mat.

1... 2...

Kiba pulls up, his shoulders off the mat once more. Kiba slides his body around, noticing his guillotine not locked in and slides his body, with a leg, to his stomach. he turned his body in from the now, front headlock to a Darce Choke. Hellion couldn't move. He fought , throwing fists into Kiba's stomach and chest, a few at his face with his free arm. Hellion threw one more punch, stayed steady, then began to tap out on the mat. The referee dove in, pulling Kiba off of Hellion in quick fashion.

Markus: From Guillotine to Darce choke in one fluid motion. Kiba realized he couldn't wrap his legs around due to the landing from the pinwheel and had to improvise.

RW: Looks like the division owner wins the match.

Announcer: Here's your winner, by submission, 'Burner' KIBA BUNSON!

RW: Well, Markus has left and is exiting with Kiba. I'll be trying to wake John up during this...

RW: And as The Sound of Violence continues, things get plenty more violent as Ace takes on Lionel Kingston.

JC: I hope Ace cleans his clock! After what he put me though he deserves an ass whipping of the biggest kind.

RW: You just will not let that go, will you?

JC: How about YOU go get beat up by three wrestlers and see if you can let that go!

RW: No thanks.

JC: My back STILL hurts. I should sue.

RW: Well the way management is lately, that could be tough to do. Just drink your medicine and relax.

JC: Smartest thing you said all night, Randy!

The camera cuts to Robyn in the ring.

Robyn: This next match is scheduled for one fall.

The lights in the arena dim and fade as a single white light shines on stage. The opening to "Monster" by Kanye West plays slowly over the speakers. A blue strobe flashes about the entrance area/stage, causing the crowd in attendance to stir in anticipation. The strobe settles in over the entrance. The sound of a glass shattering echoes throughout the arena as we are thrust into darkness. Different shades of blue flash very dimly on stage as the slow opening to "Beautiful Lasers (2 Ways)" by Lupe Fiasco ft. MDMA starts. The blue lights on stage switch to above the ring and a white spotlight moves to center stage as the song gets into full force. Ace emerges from the back to a chorus of boos from the hostile crowd. He responds by completely ignoring their jeers. He stares straight at the ring for a moment seeming to psyche himself up. Ace nods and heads down the ramp.

Robyn: First making his way down to the ring, from Brisbane, Australia and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is The Wildcard ACE!

He leaps up onto the apron and paces back and forth for a moment, receiving more boos for taking so much time. He scoffs at the morons in attendance who are unable to appreciate his greatness, then enters through the ropes. The ref inches towards him but a fake punch from the superior Ace sends the ref scurrying away in a hurry. Ace chuckles and awaits the match at hand.

JC: Ace is looking GOOD tonight!

RW: He is in decent athletic shape if that is what you mean.

JC: I bet Ace is going to run circles around Lionel!

RW: Well I would hope so. Going toe to toe with the big man in the strength category would be suicide.

Robyn: And his opponent...

A light, ringing sound is first heard as the lights go dim and the screen of the StrikeTron flickers with different stars painting the darkness of the screen with each bell-like sound that is heard. As soon as the ringing comes to a slower, less powerful tune, the lights go out. As the other instruments kick in the lights above flicker with the rolling of the drums and the strumming of the guitar. The lights also begin to stroll around the crowd and the ramp way as it begins to get heavier into the music. The word "Savior" shows in bright gold in front of the white stars, transforming into "Lionel Kingston". Just as his name shows, NIGHTMARE screams prolonged over the p.a. and he appears out of the curtains. He stares out at the crowd then at the ring, walking toward it as if it were his opponent. He raises his hand, taking in the reaction from the crowd with pleasure as it comes.

Robyn: From the unknown parts of South Africa, and weighing in at 355 pounds, LIONEL KINGSTON!

As he reaches the ring, he jumps up easily, stepping over the ropes and walking over to his corner. The lights continue to strobe above him as he is announced by the ring announcer. He keeps his confident grin, never swaying from it as he shuffles his feet for the match. He looks over at Ace, points at him, and makes a gesture of snapping something in half. Ace scoffs and waves him off. Referee Dean Barge calls for the bell as the music fades. Robyn exits the ring right as the bell rings and the match is official.

RW: And here we go, should be a good one.

Ace immediately runs over to Kingston and delivers punch after punch, but the punches do not seem to have much effect. Ace tries for some kicks to the stomach, but still Lionel refuses to go down. Ace goes for another punch, but Lionel lands a chop directly on top of the head causing Ace to stagger. Lionel then grabs Ace by the neck with both hands and tosses him across the ring.

RW: Look at the strength of Kingston. It is downright freaky!

JC: He IS a freak. He should be in the circus!

RW: You better hope he does not get a DVD copy of this.

Kingston goes over to Ace and grabs him by the head and Ace tries to struggle away, but Kingston delivers a big headbutt to him that sends him down to the mat. Lionel then walks on his chest, putting all his force down on him as he steps on him. After holding that for a couple of seconds, he steps off. Kingston gets him back up, and sends him to the ropes with an irish whip. When Ace comes back, Kingston goes for a big boot, but Ace slides under and goes to the outside. Kingston walks over to the ropes, and puts one leg over the top rope, and Ace quickly slides back into the ring. With Kingston straddling the ropes, Ace delivers a standing dropkick that rocks the big man. He gets up and delivers another. He goes to the ropes again, and this time tries to go for a shoulder block, but Kingston grabs him by the throat, and comes back fully into the ring. He lifts Ace up in a choke slam position but Ace delivers a kick to the stomach and Kingston drops him to his feet. Ace hits him with a low dropkick to the knee, staggering Kingston. Ace then runs into the ropes and as he comes off of them, hits him with another dropkick to the knee, this time taking him down to one knee. Kingston grabs him by the head and is able to plant Lionel with a DDT. He quickly goes for the cover.

Jolley: 1...2...

Kickout! Kingston kicks out with authority, as he shoves Ace off him with force. Ace goes back and starts kicking at Kingston, but Kingston takes his foot and shoves him away. Kingston gets to his feet, and goes charging at Ace. Kingston goes for a clothesline but Ace side steps him and takes him down with a drop toe hold. Ace gets back to his feet quickly, and tries to take advantage of the opportunity by going to the ropes, and then coming back with a baseball slide that knocks Kingston out of the ring. Kingston lands on his feet on the outside, and quickly grabs Ace by his feet, and pulls him outside with him, right in front of the announcers. Kingston lifts Ace up into the air, and then sends him down, causing to hit his back on the edge of the announce table. Kingston goes back into the ring, while Ace screams in pain on the outside.

RW: And Kingston is dishing out the pain to Ace!

JC: Come on, Ace! Fight back!

Jolley: 1...2...3...4...

Ace starts to get to his feet as the count of the referee continues.

JC: There ya go!

Jolley: 5...6...7...

Before the count reaches eight, Ace rolls into the ring, much to the frustration of Lionel Kingston. Kingston lifts up Ace and lifts him up looking for a gorilla press slam, but Ace manages to gouge his eyes causing him to go blind. Ace then lands a spinning roundhouse kick that knocks Kingston against the ropes. Ace immediately goes to the turnbuckle, climbs it to the top, leaps off and dropkicks Kingston to the ground. He makes a cover.

Jolley: 1...2...

But Kingston kicks out. Ace gets up, runs the ropes and goes for a springboard moonsault, but Lionel lifts his legs up and Ace lands on his knees. Ace clutches his stomach and gasps for air. Kingston gets back up, grabs Ace, and drops him with a chokeslam. He makes a cover of his own.

Jolley: 1...2...

Ace kicks out. Kingston gets up and catches his breath before lifting Ace up. He then hoists Ace up, holds him in place for a few seconds, and then drops a spinning sidewalk slam on him. He hooks the leg.

Jolley: 1...2...

Ace kicks out again. Lionel shakes his head and gets up. He grabs Ace and whips him into the nearest turnbuckle. Kingston runs and goes for a clothesline, but Ace lifts his legs up and kicks Kingston in the face. Ace then leaps up to the top rope, jumps, and drops Kingston with a double axe handle, but he only falls to one knee. Ace goes up the turnbuckle again and lands another double axe handle, but Kingston still remains on one knee.

RW: Boy that Kingston can take a lot of punishment. Two in a row and he still will not fall.

JC: That thick head of his is the only good thing he has got!

Ace goes upstairs one more time, and this time he goes for a moonsault, but Kingston is able to get up and catch Ace with ease. Kingston holds him in place and drops him with a tombstone piledriver.

RW: One wrong move, and that could be it!

Kingston makes the cover.

Jolley: 1...2...

Ace kicks out again. Kingston wipes the sweat off his head and steps back a bit. He waits for Ace to get to his feet, and when he does he charges forward for a spear, but Ace uses his agility to leap over Kingston and attempt a sunset flip. Kingston wobbles and soon falls backwards into a pinning position, but Ace does not plan on that. Instead, once Lionel is on his back, Ace gets to his feet and quickly goes to apply an elevated Texas Cloverleaf.

RW: Ace is going for Reality!

JC: If he locks this in it is gonna be nighty night for Kingston!

Lionel uses his gift of lower body strength to push Ace off of him. Ace falls back and hits his head against the top turnbuckle momentarily disabling him. Kingston gets back up, and upon seeing his opening Ace runs and connects with a jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick. Lionel, being the big man that he is, gets wobbly in the legs but he does not fall.

RW: He just took Blackjack and is STILL standing!

JC: What is his head made out of? Cement?!

Ace runs the ropes one more time and goes for another blackjack, but it is one too many as Kingston is able to lifts Ace up over his head for a fireman carry position and then drop him with a facebuster slam.

RW: Ace has succumbed to darkness!

Kingston falls on top of Ace and makes the cover.

Jolley: 1...2...3!

Kingston gets up as Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing. Kingston is declared the victor and Lionel looks satisfied as Ace rolls out of the ring in defeat.

RW: What a match by both men, but on this night Lionel came out on top.

JC: He was robbed! Can we get Kingston inspected because I think he has metal plating in his head of something.

RW: Are you calling him a cyborg?

JC: Well I am not calling him to dinner!

Kingston steps over the ropes and exits the ring, and before heading backstage he lets out a mighty roar before saying...

Kingston: I am coming for you, champ! I am coming! That belt is gonna be mine again!

RW: Big words from Kingston directed at our next SFT World Champion!

JC: Whether it is going to be Nirvana or Hect, I will admit that they are gonna have a hard time taking down this guy.

RW: Next we have the tag titles up for grabs as Alexander Hayes has the unlucky task of defending his titles against the team of Kyle Murphy and Gary Mac.

JC: Gary Mac and The Superior One against Hayes? This is gonna be a slaughter!

RW: Do not count Hayes out yet, Randy. We have seen how tough Hayes can be under pressure, and if his match with Nirvana last month is any indication, Hayes is gonna fight until he cannot move.

JC: It was nice knowing ya, Hayes!

The camera cuts to Robyn.

Robyn: The following is a handicap match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SFT Tag Team Championship! During this match, the challengers must pin the champion twice in order to win the titles!

Fireworks explode as Indigenous Holocaust by Wahwahtay Benais blasts over the PA systems. As he comes out from backstage, Alex is seen bouncing on his feet, both title belts on each shoulder. He starts to walk down to the aisle to a chorus of cheers and boos.

Robyn: First making his way to the ring, from Cambridge, Massachusetts and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the SFT Tag Team Champion, The All-American Native American...ALEXANDER HAYES!

As he nears the ring, he goes through the middle rope, walks over to a turnbuckle and jumps up. He raises both hands in the air and then is greeted by a mixed reaction.

RW: Hayes is going to be in one hell of a battle tonight, but he surprisingly looks confident.

JC: Well sure he looks it, but I bet deep down he is wetting his pants. Gary Mac and Kyle Murphy are the two biggest names in SFT, and he has to go at it alone!

As Hayes' music fades he exits the ring and goes over to one section of the guardrail. There he meets face to face with one of the fans, shakes his hand and gives him a quick hug before sliding back in the ring.

RW: And as we just saw, Hayes' brother has attended the show, and no doubt he’ll be giving Hayes all the support he needs.

JC: I'd say he's a very "special" guy for doing that.

RW: Johnny...

JC: WHAT? It's not like you can't tell he's ret-

RW: That may be so, but he is still a human being. Show some decency for once!

JC: I remember when you used to be cool...

Robyn: And his opponents...

"Ard Ri Na hEireann" by Cruachan fills the arena and the lights glow green. Gold pyro explodes at the stage, and the ramp glows orange. Kyle Murphy marches out onto the stage to a mixed reaction and beats on his chest. He holds his arms up, and then begins to walk down the aisle.

Robyn: First, from Greenwich, Connecticut and weighing in at 272 pounds, he is "The Superior One"...KYLE MURPHY!

Murphy swaggers down the ramp, a confident grin on his face. At ringside, he climbs the ring steps and into the ring. Kyle throws his arms out to his sides to the cheers and jeers of the crowd.

RW: Murphy really knows how to pump up a crowd. I'd say he's feeling pretty confident about this match.

JC: As he should be, Randy. He has one of the greatest SFT World Champions of all time as his tag partner. This is like if Chuck Norris partnered with Jesus!

RW: I dunno about that.

JC: Yeah, maybe you're right. Gary is at least a notch bigger than Jesus.

RW: Well such much for the Christian audience...

Robyn: And his partner...

Kyle goes over to Robyn and whispers something in her she. She looks confused at first, but Murphy whispers something else in addition. She shrugs and makes another announcement.

Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that Gary Mac was not able to make it tonight due to flight complications, so the match will commence as Kyle Murphy versus Alexander Hayes for the SFT tag team championship.

JC: Aw man, this sucks! I want my money back!

RW: You didn't pay anything.

JC: Well then I want a raise!

RW: Folks, I can't believe I'm saying this, but...we're having a singles match for the tag titles!

JC: That's like dividing by zero or crossing the streams. You just don't do it!

Referee Fred Dailey calls for the bell as Robyn exits the ring. The bell rings and the match is official. Kyle Murphy starts the match with a side headlock to Hayes, followed by a punch to the face. He releases Hayes, who staggers backwards and hits the ropes. Murphy rushes at Hayes but Hayes quickly moves out of the way and Murphy ends up on the outside of the ring and in pain.

RW: This match was made a singles match with a special stipulation.

JC: Indeed. The winner of this match is being asked to name their partner on our new Thursday show. If they fail to do this they're going to be stripped of the title. However, they can name anyone on the roster.

Hayes tosses himself over the ropes and onto Murphy, who takes the impact and falls to the floor like a sack of rocks. Hayes feels full of power, raises his arms to the roar of the fans and tosses Murphy back into the ring. Hayes slides in second only to meet a boot to the head from Murphy who's tired of being manhandled by Hayes. Hayes falls to his knees and Murphy hits a beautiful looking DDT. He then puts Hayes in a basic sleeper hold while playing it up for the fans who, in turn, boo.

RW: Murphy showing why he's one of the best, ever.

JC: A sleeper hold? Yawn. What is this, the eighties?

Hayes starts to fight, he puts his hands on the back of Kyle's head. He starts to pull his hair. Murphy fights through the pain and keeps the hold applied, only putting it on harder and harder as Hayes pulls on Kyle's hair. Hayes tries to fight to stand up. He starts hitting Murphy in the stomach, each punch putting him closer to escape. The fans are going pretty crazy at this point; they all seem to be split down the middle. Hayes keeps it up with the punches but suddenly Murphy releases the hold and drops Hayes face first into the canvas.

RW: That's gotta hurt.

JC: Oh yeah. Canvas pie.

Murphy stops to taunt the fans. Divine Intervention may be dead but Murphy doesn't care, he's making the fans boo. Hayes, seeing this, slowly gets to his feet and hits Murphy with a German Suplex as Murphy taunts the fans. Murphy hits hard but Hayes falls to his knee, still feeling the effects from Murphy's sleeper hold. Hayes quickly covers Murphy after recovering.

Dailey: 1...2...

Powerful Kickout by Murphy sends Hayes a foot in the air and a few inches away from Kyle. Kyle back to his feet. He puts some boots into Hayes side but Hayes still struggles and eventually gets to his feet. He begins to trade blows with Murphy, back and forth as the fans go wild. Hayes shrugs off Kyle's blows, seemingly renewed by the cheers of the fans. Kyle sees this, smirks, and hits a beautiful dropkick. Hayes goes down to one knee but uses the opportunity to hit a standing spear that takes Murphy down hard. He follows it up with a figure four leg lock after dragging Murphy to the middle of the ring.

RW: This match has been so right down the middle.

JC: Neither man can really one up the other. It's pure wrestling meets Kyle's unique style.

RW: Figure four leg lock by Hayes. Kyle is fighting.

Kyle fights to reach the rope. Hayes still has ring presence, though, and is able to keep the hold applied. Kyle starts to struggle, almost tapping out before Hayes let's go.

JC: The damage has been done. Hayes just wants to hurt Kyle.

RW: That's the name of the game.

JC: Can Hayes pull it off?!

Suddenly, the fans erupt into boos as Gary Mac can be seen running down to the ring.

RW: IT'S MAC!

JC: YES! YES! YES!

RW: And he makes it back in time to save Kyle. What a "coincidence".

JC: Mac is on the attack!

Hayes, not noticing Mac, lifts Kyle up and sets him up for the side effect. Gary, legally being a part of this match, enters the ring and attacks Hayes from behind with a running clothesline. Hayes drops Murphy and falls to one knee. Kyle gets up and now he and Gary are double teaming on Hayes until he's down on the ground.

RW: This is insane! The referee needs to get Gary out of the ring!

JC: Hey, he's a part of this match!

RW: He wasn't here at the beginning, so why should he be here now?!

Suddenly, the fans get even louder as one of their own, Hayes' brother, leaps over the barricade. Security tries to stop him but it's too late and he's already sliding into the ring.

RW: What...it's Hayes' brother!

JC: What is he doing in there?

Hayes' brother runs right up to Gary and knocks him back with a solid right hand. Gary, not expecting this, stumbles back. Kyle notices and goes to attack with a punch of his own, but Hayes' brother blocks the punch and headbutts Kyle right in the nose. Dailey waves his arms and throws the match away as he calls for the bell.

JC: Uhh...I'm confused. What just happened here?

RW: I believe it's a disqualification, but for who?

Gary and Kyle, now aware of the fighting strength this kid possesses, quickly exit the ring before they get hurt. Hayes’ brother goes over to Hayes and pats him on the head as a means of helping him wake up. Hayes eventually comes to his senses and he looks shocked that his brother is in the ring. He looks over at Gary and Kyle who sneer at the two of them.

Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners as a result of a disqualification...KYLE MURPHY AND GARY MAC! But STILL your SFT Tag Team Champion...ALEXANDER HAYES!

Dailey hands Hayes his titles, and Alexander accepts them as his theme music plays. Hayes' brother takes one of the belts and holds it up high over his head. Hayes shakes his head and tells his brother to get out of the ring.

RW: Well I don't think this is how Hayes wanted to retain his titles.

JC: That damn brother of his screwed all of us out of seeing the greatest tag team ever formed become our champions!

RW: And as we mentioned earlier, next Thursday Hayes will announce who his new tag partner will be.

Hayes helps his brother out of the ring, and the two head backstage together.

All three are in the ring. The crowd is on their feet and it looks like a standing room only venue. Theres a musky dusk type smoke over the ring and the entire arena. Its smoke and sweat and fear all rolled into one.

All three stand toe to toe in the center. The bell rings. Emerson extends his hand to Dawn who shakes it then to Switchblade who hesitantly shakes it.

And so it begins with Emerson drop kicking Switchblade out of the ring. Switchblade goes tumbling out. Dawn though with a powerful clothesline on Emerson. Dawn with a leg drop on Emerson then a tilt a whirl with her skull inserted in his chest, sort of an inverted monkey flip.

RW: Nice moves by Dawn.

Dawn with a cover but Switchblade back in the ring now and he breaks up the count at 2.

JC: A quick paced match as expected.

Switchblade now with a knee to the face of Dawn and an elbow drop on Emerson. Switch covers Emerson but Dawn breaks it up at 2 as well.

Dawn with a running bulldog on Switchblade as the whole ring shakes. Dawn is about to cover when Emerson comes out of nowhere and nails her with a inverted Diamond Cutter!

RW: Hello!!!!!!!!

Emerson covers Dawn and the ref counts 1............2.............kickout!

Emerson gets up and from the corner of his eye he spots Switchblade advancing, he turns with a superkick and nails him squarely in the chin!

JC: The lights just got turned off.

Emerson jumps on and covers Switchblade the ref up and over with the arm up and he counts 1..............2............kickout!

Dawn was too late but Switchblade somehow was able to kick out of it. Dawn with an elbow to the head of Emerson and then with a neckbreaker!

RW: Somebody get Emerson a neckbrace!

Dawn now with a flip off the second rope landly perfectly on Emerson. She covers 1............2..........kickout by Emerson.

JC: Some amazing saves here tonight.

Dawn cant believe it. She gets up and climbs the third tunbuckle and flies off with a frogsplash but in mid air Switchblade catches her with a drop kick.

RW: Holy sh!t

Dawn flies off with the force of the impact to the outside. Switchblade turns and goes towards Emerson.

RW: I don't know what to make of this match, all three seem pretty evenly matched all three have plenty of pin tries but so far no one can capiltalize on the win.

Dawn slowly gets in the ring. She sees Switch on top of Emerson and goes off hitting her Kempasoma! She locks in a chickenwing but Switch gets loose she then gets on his back and locks in a Boston Crab!

JC: This may be it.

Emerson kicks her in the face as she falls back. Emerson advances on Switchblade but he gets up and spears him quickly catching him by surprise. Switchblade picks up Emerson and hits his Deep Cut!

RW: I think that's it.

SwitchBlade with the cover 1...2...3!!!

RW: That's it, SwitchBlade has retained, but by God what a great effort by Dawn and Emerson.

Miseria Cantare" by AFI softly creeps into the arena. The crowd stands on their feet, awaiting the sign of Johnny Legend. On the striketron, we see Legend's head titled downwards as the song continues. Slowly, the head comes up to show Legends' face as the song kicks in. "Legend" flashes in-front of his face, as golden fireworks go off near the top of the ramp.

Johnny Legend comes walking out from the back. A smirk is plastered across his face, as he poses for the crowd. The crowd boos, and Johnny Legend starts to walk down the ramp. Not paying attention to the fans, he continues as some fans give him middle fingers and shouting unkind words at him. He walks up the stairs to the ring and goes in.

"Survivalism" by Nine Inch Nails blasts from the speakers as the lights flash a devilishly good looking purple. Dirk makes his way to the ring accompanied by Dawn, wearing a black sling covered by a bright purple trench-coat, with the broken arm out of its sleeve. They grin at the crowd.

Inside the ring, Dirk Roman opens up his fur coat to reveal a sparkly corset with speedo tights and fishnet thigh high stockings, and of course high heel boots, all in hot pink. As his music fades out, referee Dean Barge gives each man his instructions, then collects the Hardcore Championship from Johnny Legend.

JC: Well, Dirk Roman has taken his... oddities... to a new level here tonight.

RW: Lady Gaga would be proud, John. Dirk can't help it, he isn't wrong, he was born this way.

Robyn Byrne is about to begin the official introductions when "I Was Made For Loving You" by KISS hits the loudspeakers. The crowd is silent as Rene Soge walks out on stage wearing a pale pink dress suit. The former tag team champion walks down the aisle, his eyes locked on Dirk Roman. Johnny Legend looks as though he is going to be sick from the appearance of these two flamboyant competitors. Even Dirk appears to be a bit put off or uneasy about the arrival of the man who goes by the name Soge.

RW: Speaking of born this way...

JC: Speaking of gaga!

Rene Soge circles around the ring to the announce table, where he takes a seat next to Randy White and puts on a headset.

JC: Welcome to the announce table, Rene Soge.

RS: It's your pleasure, John.

RW: What brings you out here tonight, Rene? We haven't seen you or Barry in months. You're considered inactive.

RS: We are inactive, Randy. But I had to come out here and see this for myself. I mean, we've got this Dirk Diggler guy in the ring looking like Frank N. Furter from Rocky Horror. Right now, I look macho compared to this guy. You think he got a little too excited when he heard the word harcore?

RW: Well if he makes you macho, that's really saying something. And by the way, his name is Dirk Roman, not Dirk Diggler.

RS: Oh, okay.

JC: I think you're thinking of Boogie Nights there, Rene.

As the insanity continues at the announce table, the music cuts off for Robyn Byrne to begin the introductions.

Robyn Byrne: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP. Introducing first, the challenger... from East Sussex, England... weighing in at 220 pounds... DIRK ROMAN!

Robyn Byrne: And his opponent! He is the current reigning and DEFENDING HARDCORE CHAMPION! From DETROIT, MICHIGAN... weighing in tonight at 250 pounds... JOHNNY... LEGEND!

The boos roar out in disdain for the egotistical Legend as Dean Barge finishes displaying the Hardcore Championship belt to the crowd.

RS: I have got to say, that was the biggest hoopla I've ever seen made over the Hardcore Championship.

The bell sounds as Dean Barge passes the title belt out of the ring. Dirk Roman immediately gets things started by rubbing glitter down Johnny Legend's face and chest all the way to the waistband of his tights. Johnny looks irate and disgusted.

RS: He calls that Getting To Know You, John and Randy. Personally, I like it. I might like to get to know him myself.

JC: I do not want to know either one of these guys that well. How bout you, Randy?

RW: Most certainly not.

Dirk seizes advantage of the situation by delivering a sudden double knee facebreaker. Roman covers.

1... 2...

Legend kicks out.

RW: Dirk almost came out on top right there.

JC: Ewww.

RS: Poor choice of words there, Randy.

Johnny Legend sits up and Dirk Roman slaps him in a sleeper. Dirk drags Johnny to his feet in the sleeper hold, which he then turns into a sleeper suplex.

RS: Great job popping those hips on that suplex. Nicely done.

JC: I can't imagine that was very easy to do in a corset.

RW: Is anything easy to do in a corset?

RS: I would have thought you'd know, Randy.

Dirk Roman slides out of the ring and pulls out two velvet bags. One is purple, the other is dark red. Dirk slides into the ring with the two bags and opens them up. Roman dumps the purple bag, sending thumbtacks spilling to the canvas below. Dirk then dumps the blood red bag, emptying shards of broken glass onto the mat as well.

RS: Oh my God. I think play time is over, boys.

RW: You've got that right, Rene. This thing just got serious!

JC: Johnny Legend could be in serious trouble here.

Dirk Roman takes a cautious step toward Johnny Legend, who is just starting to get to his feet. A second step by Roman is met with a boot to the face from Legend as the Hardcore Champion delivers a superkick.

JC: VINTAGE Johnny Legend!

RW: What? RS: He said "VINTAGE Johnny Legend." Twit. Dirk Roman staggers backwards, apparently knocked out on his feet. Johnny Legend scoops him up and delivers a powerslam, driving him down onto the pile of broken glass. The shards dig into Dirk's bare back, arms, and legs as well as into the corset and tights.

RS: Good gracious, that was sick! I think I'm going to be ill!

JC: This match might not be for the faint of heart, Rene.

RW: Put the women and children to bed.

RS: Right about now I wish I weren't Soge.

Johnny Legend carefully hooks the leg of Dirk Roman.

1...

2...

Dirk Roman kicks out!

RW: My God, even with shards of glass in his back, arms, and legs Dirk Roman managed to get a shoulder up!

JC: That's called motivation, Randy!

Johnny Legend pulls Dirk Roman to his feet. Johnny whips Dirk to the ropes and sets himself to deliver a back body drop. Roman dives over Legend's back and delivers a perfect sunset flip, driving the Hardcore Champion down onto the tacks. Dean Barge drops down to count, but Dirk Roman is unable to hold on for a pin attempt as he himself feels the pain of the glass digging into his buttocks and legs.

JC: Beautiful counter by Dirk! He just dumped Johnny Legend right onto those tacks with a huge move!

RW: But he's too hurt from the glass in his body to take advantage!

Dirk Roman gets to his feet slowly, as does Johnny Legend. Roman grabs Legend and bodyslams him onto the glass.

RS: You know, guys, it's amazing what damage simple moves like a sunset flip and a bodyslam can do when delivered onto tacks and glass.

Dirk Roman climbs to the top rope, very gingerly. Dirk stands up straight and points skyward, then comes flying off with a diving elbow drop.

RW: Oh good God have mercy! Diving elbow right onto the broken glass!

JC: But Dirk drove his own body down onto the glass in the process, Randy!

RS: These two guys are using their bodies as human pincushions! Normally I like the idea of things penetrating men's bodies, but this is just too much.

Dirk turns over to cover Johnny.

1... 2... Legend kicks out!

RS: Another kick out! How much longer can this brutality keep up?!

Dirk Roman drags Johnny Legend to the corner, where he places him in a tree of woe.

RS: It's the tree of Joey Lawrence, the tree of WHOA!

Roman backs away and then runs as fast as he can manage back at Legend, delivering a headbutt to the champion's exposed groin.

JC: Ouch! The Giving Tree!

RW: Johnny, if you can here me, just give this up! The Hardcore Championship isn't worth this kind of punishment!

Johnny Legend falls out of the tree of woe, and Dirk Roman drags him back to the middle of the ring. Roman readies to deliver the Elbow Of Despair as Legend lays supine on the mat below. Dirk bounces off one set of ropes and sprints toward the other, leaping over Johnny on the pass. Suddenly Legend springs to life and catches Roman charging in with a fireman's carry, quickly dropping the challenger head first into the glass with a Death Valley Driver. Johnny tries to move toward a cover, but his body just goes limp.

RW: This match has been absolutely insane!

JC: And we're no closer to having a winner!

The two men stagger up to their feet almost simultaneously, and Dirk Roman surprises Johnny Legend with a flying forearm. Roman rolls out of the ring. Dirk reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair.

JC: Somehow, someway, he's found a way to make this match even MORE violent.

RW: Cliche, much?

RS: Soge?

RW: No, not Soge, CLICHE!

Dirk Roman climbs onto the ring apron and makes his way to the top rope one more time. Holding the chair against his body, Roman dives off with something similar to an elbow drop, using the chair to deliver maximum punishment to the chest of Johnny Legend. Very slowly Roman goes for a pin, shoving the chair aside.

1... 2... KICK OUT!

JC: WHAT THE F...?!

RW: Holy shit!

RS: How on Earth did Johnny kick out of that?!

Dirk pounds the mat in frustration, accidentally lodging a tack into his palm. Roman pulls the tack out, furious.

RS: Dirk isn't having fun anymore, boys. He is incensed!

RW: Incest?!

RS: No, Randy! I said INCENSED, not INCEST! Incensed means VERY ANGRY, you freakin' pervert.

The referee checks on both men to make sure they are alright, as blood leaks out of virtually every bare inch of skin. Both men appear to be okay, and the match resumes. Dirk Roman attempts to bring Johnny Legend back to his feet, but as he does so, Legend grabs a handful of the Roman "family jewels."

JC: Oh, no! He's got him by the short and curlies! Literally!

RW: That's the testicular claw! Underhanded but effective by the Hardcore Champ!

RS: I guess it's true what they say. When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

RW: But... we're in Rotterdam.

RS: I know that, Randy! It's a play on Dirk's name, Roman, you nit.

Dirk Roman falls to his knees in pain as Johnny Legend keeps firm hold of his "manhood." Johnny grins and shoves Dirk to the mat. Legend now grabs Roman's legs and applies The Legendary. Johnny places his knee on the back of Dirk's head, driving his face into the remaining shards of glass on the mat.

JC: This has got to be it! Roman's got to tap out here!

RW: He'll either tap out or pass out pretty soon!

RS: Hey, you boys know what Dirk's religion is? JC & RW: No, what?

RS: He's Roman Catholic!

Suddenly Josh Konnely slides into the ring behind an unsuspecting Johnny Legend.

RW: What on Earth?!

JC: Josh Konnely?! What is he doing out here?!

Josh Konnely runs at Johnny Legend from behind and hits him with a jumping sleeper slam onto the glass and tacks waiting below.

JC: Lux Aeterna! Josh calls that the Lux Aeterna!

RW: The "Eternal Light" may have just put Legend's lights OUT!

Josh shouts "that's for Revelation, you Divine Scumbag!" Konnely then appears to have a change of heart, showing signs of guilt and remorse for he has just done. The crowd, however, has no remorse as they furiously cheer Konnely's destruction of the much-hated Legend. Neither man is moving as Josh Konnely climbs out of the ring.

Referee Dean Barge checks first on Johnny Legend, and then on Dirk Roman. Failing to get a response from either competitor, Dean signals for the trainers.

RS: This is supposed to be a Hardcore Championship match, hardcore rules meaning that we go until someone scores a pinfall or submission. What is going on here?

JC: It appears as though both men are knocked out.

RW: But what DOES that mean?

Dean Barge leaves the ring as medical personnel attend to Legend and Roman. Barge gives a brief explanation to Robyn Byrne, who prepares to make the announcement as the crowd settles down.

Robyn Byrne: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that neither man is physically able to continue. Therefore, this match has ended in a NO CONTEST.

Robyn Byrne: As a result of the draw, still the Hardcore Champion... Johnny Legend!

The crowd boos as it is announced that Legend keeps the title on a draw. "Awake And Alive" by Skillet hits as Josh Konnely exits the arena.

RW: Next up, the SFT loyalist Redd takes on the still fairly new Ataxia in a match that culminates weeks of interferences and heated arguments.

JC: Redd didn't want Ataxia to advance in the Lethal Lottery tournament at the time because he wasn't fully signed to SFT. Redd was simply trying to protect the SFT World Title from being taken away. I find that to be very noble of him.

RW: But now we know that Ataxia is fully signed with SFT, and he's looking to get some revenge for the number of times that Redd screwed him over.

JC: He had a good reason, Randy.

RW: I don't think Ataxia cares about a reason, Johnny. He's just looking to prove himself by defeating "The Forgotten One" on the big stage.

JC: That's a mighty tall order.

The camera cuts to Robyn in the ring.

Robyn: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

"Testament" by The Ballad plays as the lights dim low. Redd steps out from behind the curtain to a healthy number of boos. Redd walks down the ramp with his head lowered ignoring the fans due to his focus on the match.

Robyn: First making his way to the ring, from Greenville, South Carolina and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is "The Forgotten One"...REDD!

Redd climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes. When his music ends he takes one quick look at the fans before turning to the direction of the ramp.

Robyn: And his opponent...

"Die! Die! Die, my darling. Don't utter a single word..."

As the chorus line to "Die, Die My Darling" by Metallica comes over the PA, Ataxia comes out of the back at a full tilt.

Robyn: From an undisclosed location and weighing in at 215 pounds, he is "The Messiah Pariah"...ATAXIA!

"The Messiah Pariah" ignores the fans as well and dives under the bottom ropes. He slides across the ring almost hitting a cameraman. He smiles as he kips up and holds out his arms in a mock bow as the fans give him a mixed reaction. He turns and faces Redd. He points a finger at him and starts laughing maniacally, but Redd remains stoic.

RW: I think Ataxia's trying to get in Redd's head, but that's a lot easier said than done.

JC: Redd knows a mind game when he sees it, and he's not letting Ataxia gain the upper hand this early on.

When Ataxia's music fades Robyn exits the ring and referee Austin Jolley calls for the bell. It rings and the match is official.

RW: Here we go!

Redd and Ataxia circle one another before getting into a collar and elbow tie-up. The two push against one another briefly before Redd shoves Ataxia off of him with ease. Ataxia stands for a moment before goes for another tie-up. Once again Redd easily shoves Ataxia off, this time pushing him against a turnbuckle. Ataxia gestures for Redd to come at him, and Redd does so by running towards him. He's looking for a clothesline, but Ataxia manages to duck the move, face Redd and deliver a series of right kicks to the chest and stomach. Redd leans himself against the turnbuckle for support, and Ataxia finishes his volley with a roundhouse kick to the chest. Redd clutches his chest and steps forward allowing Ataxia to grab and snapmare him over. He follows it up by dropkicking Redd in the back of the neck. Redd gets back up fairly quickly while Ataxia continues the assault with some forearm punches to the side of the head. Redd shoves him off, but Ataxia isn't looking to stop. He runs the ropes looking for a high speed move, but Redd manages to lift a leg up and boot him in the face.

JC: And a big boot to the face quickly stops Ataxia's momentum.

RW: Redd was caught off guard by those kicks, and now he's looking to slow Ataxia down to his level.

Redd grabs Ataxia and lifts him to his feet. He grabs the arm and connects with a vertical suplex. Redd quickly rolls over into a pin.

Jolley: 1...2...

Ataxia kicks out. Redd gets Ataxia up again and delivers a series of chops to the chest. He goes for an irish whip, but Ataxia counters with a whip of his own. Redd bounces off the ropes and Ataxia lands a dropkick that knocks Redd into the ropes. Ataxia then runs forward and clotheslines him over the top. Redd lands on his feet and grabs the apron to prevent himself from falling. Ataxia runs the ropes once more and this time baseball slides Redd in the face. Redd stumbles back covering one side of his head, and before he can recover Ataxia is already leaping over the top rope and landing on top of Redd for a suicide dive that knocks them both down!

JC: and Ataxia sticks the landing!

RW: Redd is down, and now Ataxia needs to get him back inside the ring. Meanwhile, Jolley is starting a count out on both men.

Jolley: 1...2...3...4...

Ataxia is up. He grabs Redd and lifts him up as well. He carries Redd over to the apron and slams his head against it. He then drags him over to the steel stairs and drives his head into the top step.

Jolley: 5...6...

Thinking quickly, Ataxia pushes Redd aside, climbs up on the apron, and goes for a dive off the apron, but Redd manages to catch Ataxia in his arms and drops him with a fallaway slam. Hearing the ref’s count Redd slide into the ring and quickly slides back out in order to restart the count. He goes over to Ataxia and gets him up.

Jolley: 1...2...

Redd whips Ataxia into the guardrail and he hits shoulder first. As security guards push the fans aside Redd goes over to Ataxia and pounds on him with right hands to the forehead. Redd then wraps Ataxia's arm over his shoulder and goes for another vertical suplex, but this time Ataxia manages to slide over Redd, get behind him, and connect with a German suplex on the concrete floor.

JC: Yeouch! That'll knock you out cold.

RW: For normal people, yes. But for Redd? Not so much.

Jolley: ...3...4...5...6...

Ataxia grabs Redd and drags him over to the ring. He pushes Redd under the ropes, then slides in himself and makes a cover.

Jolley: 1...2...

Redd kicks out. Ataxia lands a couple punches to Redd before letting go and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He makes his way to the top, and when he gets there he leaps and lands a 450 splash on Redd. He hooks the leg and covers.

Jolley: 1...2...

Redd kicks out again. Ataxia slams a hand on the mat out of anger and gets Redd back up again, but Redd is able to make a comeback by pummeling Ataxia with kidney punches. He then grabs him and lands an inverted atomic drop followed by a powerful clothesline. Redd takes a moment to collect himself before covering Ataxia.

Jolley: 1...2...

Ataxia lifts a shoulder in time. Redd lifts Ataxia by the neck and goes for an inverted DDT, but Ataxia catches him in the face with a right hand and Redd's forced to let go. Ataxia runs the ropes, springboards off and connects with a moonsault to Redd which rolls him into a hooked pin.

Jolley: 1...2...

Redd barely kicks out! Ataxia looks irritated, but he goes right back to work by kicking Redd in the back and chest as he tries to get back up.

RW: Ataxia's giving it his all, but it takes A LOT to knock down Redd.

JC: He just needs to keep his cool and not get aggravated.

Before Redd can get to his knees Ataxia grabs his leg, wrap an arm around his head and applies a STF submission. Jolley asks Redd if he quits but Redd remains silent as he fights he way out. Ataxia continues putting pressure on the hold and occasionally yells at Redd to give up. Redd is persistent however, and after a few inches he manages to grab the bottom rope. Jolley counts out Ataxia.

Jolley: 1,2,3-

Ataxia lets go of the hold. He waits for Redd to get up and even gestures to him to "get what’s coming to him". Redd gets up, turns around and receives a throat punch for his troubles. Ataxia then hoists Redd up in an impressive feat of strength and drops him with a death valley driver. Ataxia covers and hooks the leg.

Jolley: 1...2...

Redd kicks out with half a second to spare. Ataxia gets back up and questions to himself what he has to do next. He looks down at Redd, then up at the nearest turnbuckle. Nodding to himself, Ataxia goes over to the turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and waits as Redd gets back up.

RW: Ataxia's going high risk, will it pay off?

Ataxia leaps off and goes for a 360 degree spin kick, but Redd ducks it and Ataxia awkwardly lands most of his weight on his left leg causing him to buckle at the kneecap. This moment of fault was all Redd needed to focus on Ataxia, grab him from behind, and land an inverted slingshot suplex.

JC: He did it! The Darkness is on Ataxia!

Redd falls on top of Ataxia.

Jolley: 1...2...

And Ataxia kicks out.

RW: Holy-I thought that was it for certain!

JC: Me too, Randy. Ataxia's digging down deep for this match.

Redd now looks slightly annoyed, but he keeps his cool and goes up to the top of the turnbuckle as well. After taking a second to hype up the crowd, Redd leaps off and lands a headbutt off the top to Ataxia. He wipes his hands clean of the match and covers Ataxia, this time hooking the leg.

RW: And that's all she wrote.

Jolley: 1...2...

Ataxia kicks out again! The crowd pops for this, and Redd is quickly back up to his feet. His eyes are wide, but he doesn’t make any other indication that he's in shock. He instead grabs a nearly unconscious Ataxia and lifts him up.

JC: MAN! Ataxia WON'T give up! He just took both of Redd's finishing moves and he's still in it!

RW: It has to be pure instinct, Johnny. Most other Redd matches would have ended by this point.

Redd tosses Ataxia through the ropes and back outside. He then exits the ring and proceeds to pummel on Ataxia until he can barely move a muscle.

Jolley: 1...2...3...4...5...

Suddenly, Ataxia comes out of nowhere with a heel kick right to Redd's sternum. Ataxia falls to his knees and tries to recover while Redd, clutching his throat, crawls his way back into the ring.

Jolley: 6...7...

Redd slides back in. Ataxia get to one knee, then manages to stand.

RW: Ataxia needs to get back in the ring.

Jolley: 8...9...

JC: I think it might be too late!

Ataxia grabs the ropes and hoists himself up, but Redd, now back on his feet, hits Ataxia in the face with an elbow causing him to fall back down to the floor.

RW: He's down!

Jolley: 10! That's it!

The referee calls for the bell and it rings. Redd, now catching his breath, looks down at Ataxia as "Testament" plays over the speakers.

Robyn: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a count out…REDD!

The ref raises Redd's arm up, but it's brief as Redd pushes him aside and exits the ring. Ataxia somehow shoulder block Redd as he's leaving, Ataxia now with incredible strength lifts him up, and spears him against the apron. The crowd is now booing like crazy at Ataxia's post match attack as the music stops.

RW: HEY! What is this? The match is over. Why is he doing this!

JC: He's sending a message to Redd, Randy. He shouldn't be messing with the mask of chaos. This mask of chaos is called Ataxia! Ataxia turns Redd around, grabs him by the neck and drops him with an inverted DDT. Ataxia gets up and walks backwards up the ramp as his music plays again and Redd is left laid out.

RW: I think tonight Ataxia proved that he could withstand any punishment Redd could deliver, and it was only through means of a count out that he could get the win.

JC: A win is a win, Randy. Redd proved himself to be the better man.

RW: The better man?

JC: He does when he's trying to make a point. And Ataxia knows how to make his point known.

JC: Here we go with the main event. 　

RW: I am seriously scared about what's going to happen in this match. 　

JC: I dont think I want to be near ringside when this thing starts. 　

RW: I heard Nirvana was strapping C4 to some baseball bats, or something like that.

　 The arena goes blood red as the symbol of Nirvana, a skull wearing a crown, appears on the JumboTron. The opening to "Trouble" plays as Nirvana steps out from behind the curtain, in his hand, a barbed wire bat. He adjusts his white wrestling mask a bit and glances around at the crowd. He takes a boxing stance, and fakes a punch, lifting his hand with the barb wire bat into the air, for all the crowd to see.

"Because I'm evil, My middle name is misery."

Nirvana walks down the ramp ignoring the fans. He puts the barb wire bat under the ring, and then slides in and holds his arms above his head, red pyro goes off behind him like blood red glitter. As the lights go back to normal he takes off his Holocaust t-shirt. He than stands dead middle of the ring waiting for his opponent. 　

RW: The Midnight King. 　

JC: He's here to ride on top of SFT once more.

　 As the sound of "This Means War!" plays over the P.A. system, the arena goes dark. The spotlights in the arena go red, and start to strobe in unison with the beat of the song. At the entrance way a white light under the stage strobes to the song, as smoke fills the way. Out from the back comes Hardcore Hect. He stands, kendo stick in hand, looking around the arena. The lights come back on and Hardcore Hect makes his way to the ring.

He rolls in under the bottom rope and squats down in the corner, putting the kendo stick upside down and into the mat, he holds onto the handle of the kendo stick, and stays in the corner...waiting. 　

JC: Hardcore Hect looks determined. 　

RW: I don't think he can pull it off. Nirvana's been constant, and I think he's the reason Hect even made it this far. 　

JC: I think Hect has all the tools to get the win. 　

RW: He has the tools, but does he have the mental capability to use them? The guy's nuts! 　

JC: Ladies and gentlemen, this could be the bloodiest match in SFT history. Two of the craziest men in SFT history battle it out for the position of leader of their stable, it's the finals of the 2011 Lethal Lottery tournament, and the richest prize in the history of our illustrious sport is on the line, the SFT World Championship. Lets get down to the introductions.

　 Ring Announcer Robyn Byrne: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your finals of the 2011 Lethal Lottery Finals. It is a TLC4 match for the STRIKE FANTASY TOWERS WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP. The only way to win is to obtain possession of the title hanging above the ring.

　 First, to my left, hailing from Parts Unknowwwn, weighing in at 257 pounds....THE MIDNIGHT KING...NIRVANAAAAA.

　 The crowd gives Nirvana a mixed reaction. As he takes a boxing pose and throws a punch. 　

RW: We're in Amsterdam right? These people must be high.

　 Ring Announcer Robyn Byrne: And the challenger, coming out of Tucson, Arizona, weighing in at 240 pounds.....HARDCORE HEEEEC....

　 Hect turns to raise his kendo stick into the air, but Nirvana jumps Hect from behind. The kendo stick goes flying. Robyn Byrne quickly exits the ring as Nirvana begins stomping away at Hect. 　

JC: Nirvana wasting no time tonight. 　

RW: He's only trying to maintain what he believes is his, the leadership of the Axis, and getting his hands on the World Title.

　 Hect is laying over the 2nd rope, his torso and head leaning out of the ring. Nirvana reaches over the top rope, and clasps his hands under Hect's chin. Nirvana then jumps, digging his knees into Hect's back, with Hect trapped against the top rope, and no where to go. Hect screams out in pain as Nirvana wrenches on the innovative chin lock. Nirvana moves his legs so his knees are no longer in Hect's back, but his feet are on the 2nd rope. Nirvana pulls back harder, Hect's back against the top rope, Nirvana then lets go, landing on his back in the ring, as the top rope slingshots Hect outside of the ring. Hect ends up taking a front flip, and landing back first against the guardrail, flipping over the rail and into the crowd, landing on an obese lady in the front row. 　

JC: My god that was a brutal manuver! 　

RW: Yea, but atleast Hect had a soft landing pad, AM I RIGHT? 　

JC: Will you stop! That poor woman. 　

RW: She won't be that poor if she sues over this.

　 Nirvana rolls out of the ring to the ringside area. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a C4 barb wire board. He positions it near the guardrail, and then hops over the guardrail, into the crowd. Nirvana picks up Hect, and punches him right in the face. Hect spins around and lands on his knees, holding his face. Nirvana pulls Hect up and positions him for a suplex. Nirvana looks back real quick and makes sure his suplex will land Hect into the C4 board. 　

RW: He can't do that. 　

JC: This might be a short match if Nirvana hits this.

　 Nirvana attempts the suplex, but Hect dead weights Nirv, and blocks the suplex. Nirv tries again and Hect blocks again. Hect picks up Nirv now, half way up in a suplex position so Nirv is above the guardrail. Hect then violently pulls Nirv down front first over the guardrail. Hect falls backwards as Nirvana lets out a low gutteral groan. 　

JC: That could've broken a few ribs 　 Nirvana pushes himself off the guardrail and remembers the C4 board, which he almost stepped in. Nirvana stumbles, avoiding the C4 board and ends up at the apron of the ring. Nirvana holds his ribs and kicks the C4 board away from it's spot, and then turns his attention towards Hect. At that moment, Hect, after a running start, is jumping over the guardrail, catching Nirvana with a flying back elbow. Hect lands hard on his back, as Nirvana is hit and pushed back hard into the ring apron, dropping to his knees, holding his ribs. Hect gets up, with Nirvana still on his knees, Hect takes aim and attempts the Boma-Ye knee thrust to Nirvana's face, but Nirvana leans far back, into the ring apron, and Hect misses. With Hect's back towards Nirvana, Nirvana hits a lowblow, causing Hect to fall down. Nirvana gets up, favoring his ribs, and grabs Hect's feet, and hits a low blow stomp. Hect lets out a groan and Nirvana stumbles back and around the corner of the ring. 　

RW: Nirvana looking to be in control. 　

JC: Now would be a good time to set up the ladder.

　 Nirvana looks at the ladder, and then pulls back the apron to the ring. He pulls out a table and slowly slides it into the ring. Nirvana then gets a C4 board, and slides it into the ring. Nirvana pulls out another C4 board, and slides that into the ring as well. Nirvana then comes back over to Hect and rolls him into the ring and follows him in 　

JC: This can't be good. 　

RW: Nothing about the C4 is good.

　 Nirvana stomps Hect a few times before going over to the table and setting it up facing a turnbuckle. Nirvana then grabs the C4 board and places it on top of the table. Nirvana walks over to the other C4 board and places it near the center of the ring, and then comes over to Hect and tries to pull him up by the hair, but Hect starts a comeback with a few punches to the gut, making Nirvana loosen his grip because of his hurt ribs. Hect stands up and starts hitting some elbow strikes to Nirv's head. Hect then whips Nirvana to the ropes and hits a rydeen bomb into the C4 board on the mat. A loud explosion is heard and Nirvana writhes in pain on the board and barb wire. 　

JC: DAMN! 　

RW: Nirvana's the first victim of the C4 boards! 　

JC: Who knows what kind of toll that took on his body right now.

　 Hect gets up slowly, favoring his back. He pulls up Nirvana by the mask, and hits a few knee strikes to Nirv's chest and face. Hect then pulls Nirvana over to corner and hits a elbow strike to Nirv, right in the jaw. Hect sets Nirv on the top rope, and looks back at the table with the C4 board on it. Hect gets up on the 2nd rope, and sets Nirv up for a suplex. Nirvana fights out of it, with punches to Hect's ribs. Hect lets go of the suplex, and Nirvana grabs Hect's head and starts biting his forehead. Nirvana then grabs Hect by the ears and begins hitting Hect with a series of headbutts. Hect wobbles groggily and Nirvana hits a short right hook that knocks Hect off the rope, as the crowd gasps as they believed Hect would fall into the table. 　

JC: That was a close call. Hect knew where he was and just jumped down instead of falling. 　

RW: Just jumped down? More like lost his footing and lucky he slipped down instead of falling back!

　 Nirvana gets down from the ropes and starts hitting Hect with rights and lefts to the body. Hect stumbles out of the corner and into the more open part of the ring where the other used C4 board is still laying. Nirvana goes for a right hook, but Hect ducks. Hect kicks Nirvana in the gut and starts hitting a series of knee strikes. A few hit, but then Nirv blocks and hits an uppercut that makes Hect stumble back, and falls into the ropes. Nirvana pulls out some brass knuckles from his trucks. Hect bounces off the ropes, and Nirv goes for a straight right with the brass knux on his hand. Hect ducks the punch and spins Nirv around and starts hitting elbows and knees to Nirvana. Hect hits a hard knee to Nirv's face that stands Nirv straight up, and Hect pushes Nirv hard into the roopes. Hect goes for a clothesline as Nirv bounces off the ropes but Nirvana ducks behind and spins Hect around. Hect goes with the spin, and does a 360, ending in a quickly executed Hecty Cutter. 　

JC: HECTY CUTTER!!! 　

RW: It could've been over now if Hect wasn't so worn out.

　 Both men lay on the mat for several moments. Hect starts to stir first, then Nirvana. Hect gets up slowly, as Nirvana uses the ropes to try and get up. Hect stands, and stumbles over to the table with the C4 board, and pulls it, positioning it in the middle of the ring. Hect then walks over to Nirv, who's leaning against the ropes for support. As Hect nears, Nirvana holds onto the top rope and kicks both feet up into Hect's gut. Hect doubles over in pain and Nirvana quickly sets up for Embrace Nirvana. Nirv picks Hect up and hits the Embrace Nirvana right into the C4 board table. A loud explosion goes off on impact, sending small splinters of table aroundthe ring. Hect painfully rolls away and to the outside of the ring, clutching his back. Nivana rolls out to the opposite side, clutching his head and neck. 　

RW: HOLY SHIT. 　

JC: These guys are leaving it all in the ring tonight. Who knows what kind of injury has been caused to Hardcore Hect from that manuver.

　 Both men lay on the mats outside the ring for a moment, with Nirvana stirring first. After a few moments trying to get his bearing and trying to stand, Nirvana looks under the ring and pulls out a long rope, the end of which is still under the ring after he pulls most of it out. While that happens, Hect, still favoring his back, and still on the ground, pulls out another C4 board and a trash can from under the ring. Nirvana leans against the ring apron, as Hect slowly stands up. Hect grabs the trash can and tosses it into the ring and rolls back in as well. 　

JC: Why would Nirvana need rope? 　

RW: Maybe he has a lasso?

　 Nirvana leaves the rope on the ground and grabs Hect's kendo stick which is on the ground outside now as well. Hect slowly comes over after rolling back into the ring and reaches through the top and middle ropes at Nirvana, whose back is towards Hect. Hect pulls on Nirvana's mask, and Nirvana swings around, clocking Hect with the kendo stick in the head. Hect slumps over, and falls out of the ring to the outside. Nirvana chuckles to himself and picks up the rope, walking towards Hect. Nirvana throws the majority of the rope over the top rope of the ring, and then pulls the end out from under the ring. 　

JC: My god is that... 　

RW: Nirvana has a noose? Oh...that can't be good.

　 Nirvana wraps the noose around Hect's neck, as Hect is still very groggy. Nirvana picks up the kendo stick again and wears Hect out with it, breaking the kendo stick in 2, and then slides into the ring. With all the strength he can bear, Nirvana pulls on the rope, pulling Hect up by the neck with every tug. Finally, Hect's suspended above the ground, his feet flailing and his hands clawing at the rope. Nirvana ties the end of the noose to the ring ropes to keep Hect hung, and then slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder. Nirvana proceeds to slide the ladder into the ring, and then looks at Hect. Hect is still trying to fight the hanging, so Nirvana slides out of the ring and grabs the C4 board Hect had pulled out earlier, and slides it into the ring. Nirvana quickly gets in the ring, picks up the C4 board and goes over to the side of the ring where Hect is hanging. Nirv picks up the board by it's end, raises it over his head, and swings it down, sandwiching Hect between the apron of the ring and the C4 board. A loud explosion is heard, and Nirvana falls back, letting the board go. The board slides off Hect, revealing a large gash on Hect's face, and black marks on his face and arms from the explosion...he is unmoving. 　

JC: OH MY GOD! We need help out here now! 　

RW: Jesus Christ... 　 EMTs rush out from the back with a stretcher to help Hect out. As this happens Nirvana sets up the ladder and climbs it slowly, taking his time as the EMTs cut the noose loose, and get Hect on the stretcher. Nirvana reaches up and grabs the World Title as EMTs do CPR to revive Hect. The bell rings, and the announcer, with distain in her voice announces.

　 Ring Announcer Robyn Byrne: Here is your winner...AND NEW SFT World Champion....NIRVANNNAAAAAA. 　

JC: Nirvana did that...to his own stablemate! 　

RW: That's right, and he's the leader of that stable now! 　

JC: Our new World Champion may have ushered in a new era of violence into SFT.