Strike Fantasy Towers Presents:
Dark Days™
With Phil, Steve, JC, RW, SC, and MR.
08/31/2003
Sunday Night 8:00pm
Live From Huntingdon Civic Center - Huntingdon, West Virginia

Opening

The show opens as "Chop Suey" by System of a Down begins to play. The Huntingdon Civic Center arena is jam packed, as we can see by the wide angles. The cameras go from the crowd to the elaborate stage, including the scaffold forty feet above the ramp. We go to Steve and Phil, who are at their usual announce table.

Phil: Well, folks, it's that time of the month again.

Steve: But this time, we are here to present the tribute show to the legendary Legion.

Phil: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dark Days!

Pyro blasts from the stage and fireworks go off everywhere. Suddenly, the lights go dim as "Shoots and Ladders" by Korn plays. The fans cheer as Shadow slowly walks out onto the stage to a ten bell salute to Legion. Shadow cues for the music to go down and the lights to go up. There he stands with a microphone in his hand. Before he speaks, he looks out at the crowd and he smells the air.

Shadow: We are all here tonight to honor a man who very few truly knew. To most, Legion was just a wrestler. To me, he was a friend. Tonight, I will make my return to the ring when I seek vengeance against the dastardly SwitchBlade.

The fans give a mixed reaction to Switch's name, as they're not quite sure who to really cheer for.

Shadow: But before we get to that glorious main event, we have several other matches. We have a few titles matches. A few surprises. I would like to announce the first of those right now. You all might want to sit down for this one.

The cameras look out as the several thousands of fans do as Shadow says.

Shadow: Ever since Anthony Jesus left full ownership to yours truly, there have been thousands of fans speaking out that SFT wasn't going anywhere with just myself in charge. After a long time to think, I have decided to sell half of the company. Ladies and gentlemen... may I present to you... the new Co-Owner of Strike Fantasy Towers...

"P.I.M.P (remix)" by 50 Cent featuring Snoop Dogg begins to play and the fans look confused. Suddenly, sparks fly from the stage and out walks Nathan Gust. The fans go insane as the sixteen year old punk stands next to Shadow dressed in a fine suit. The new theme music dies down as Nathan takes the microphone from Shadow. Before speaking, the two shake hands and Shadow exits stage left. Nathan calms the fans down as his lifts the mic.

Nathan Gust: This is a great and very awkward moment for me. One year ago, I was barely a mid-carder. Now, I'm the Co-Owner of SFT. Back in early 2002, I was blacklisted here. Now I hold half of the executive power here in SFT. They say that your past follows you forever. If that were true, you would not see you standing before you as the new Co-Owner of SFT. It's no secret that Shadow and I bitterly hated each other not too long ago. Now you see us shaking hands and sharing a position of great importance. Well... Shadow and I still don't like each other... but that's what is going to make SFT a better place.

The fans seem confused.

Nathan Gust: Confused? Don't be. You see, if Shadow and I were the best of friends... SFT would go nowhere at all. We would agree on everything and nothing would shake up. But with a rebellious sixteen year old working side-by-side with Shadow... nobody knows for sure what I could change for the better. I'd like to make my first announcement. With my recent promotion, there is a very high place on the executive board that is left open. My first act as Co-Owner of Strike Fantasy Towers is to promote a very dedicated man to be the new President of SFT!

"Faint" by Linkin Park begins to play and the fans cheer as Erik Dean walks out onto the stage. He shakes hands with Nathan and takes the mic.

Erik Dean: I'd give a big long speech... but it would only bore me. I'm a bit overworked as it is... so I'm just going to say one thing. Thank you!

The theme of the new President plays again as he walks backstage.

Nathan Gust: Well then... I guess it's time for me to go. If you don't mind... I'm going to watch the show from a skybox just like Shadow will be doing.

"P.I.M.P (remix)" plays again and the new Co-Owner of SFT walks backstage.

Steve: I can't believe what we just saw! The man who restarted Xtreme Championship Wrestling - not once - but twice now shares the elite power of this company!

Phil: What a day it's been so far... and we haven't even had our first match!

Match Number One
Alexander Mortaigus versus Jeff King
(I'm Sorry Match)

Match doesnt even start cause Rein Webb comes down and beats both King and Alexander.

Phil: I guess Rein just made them both sorry.

Winner: I guess Rein Webb lol

We cut backstage and we enter the locker room of the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship; Damien Sparks. Boo’s fill the arena as his face is shown on the strike-tron. We zoom out and we can see that Damien Sparks is looking into the mirror. He seems pretty focused. He looks down to the floor, and looks back up into the mirror and… winks at himself?

Damien: “Go get ‘em, handsome.”

Damien then turns around, and leaves his locker room with somewhat of a commanding, yet sexy strut.

JC: What the hell was that all about?

Match Number Two
Joe Mokoko* versus Paul Phillips versus Al Creed versus Trillion
(Xtreme Title Table Elimination Match)

Steve: Well here we go Phil, a table elimination match and what better match to give us some decent carnage.

Phil: I’ll go along with that. Tables everywhere. Here they come.

(Some officials are bringing out tables into the arena and lining them up outside the ring, and 1 on each side already erect.)

("Steel Avengers" by Metalium hits the P.A. system and the arena grows dark. The camera pans around the arena and then focuses in on the ramp to see a man sitting high on the StrikeTron. The camera zooms in to see the man is Joe Mokoko. He suddenly looks to the camera and stands up. He leaps off and lands on the hard floor in a crouching position, head bowed with the Xtreme Title around his waist. Joe looks up and with blinding speed runs toward the ring and slides in. He jumps on top of the turnbuckle and just stares at the crowd...)

Paul Phillip’s can now be seen on the ring ramp as his music begins to blare out through the arena. As he makes his way to the ring he begins to star at Joe Mokoko.

Phil: Damn, seems like the mind games have started already.

(Al Creed stands at the entry way and raises his arms in a crucifix pose, and spins around slowly. Then he makes his way down the aisle, taunting the fans. He then rolls into the ring, and climbs the top turnbuckle, and raises his arms in another crucifix pose.)

(Trillion suddenly appears from nowhere running towards the ring ands jumps in and immediately starts landing punches on anyone who comes near him.)

Steve: And he we go, now we have a fight on our hands. Remember guys, this is an elimination match.

(Mokoko takes off his belt, and hands it to the referee who raises it in the air, and then drops it in the corner. The bell signals for the match to get underway. Trillion starts taking it to Creed with some hard right hands to the head. He sends Creed to the ground. Mokoko and Paul Phillips both start trading punches. Paul gets the upper hand though, and then whips Mokoko to the ropes. He runs towards him, and clotheslines him over the top rope, but Mokoko just barely misses the table nearby. He then exits out of the ring to continue his attack on Mokoko. Meanwhile, Trillion picks up Al Creed, and puts him in a tight headlock. He wrenches the neck a couple times, but Al is able to grabs hold of Trillion, and backdrop him down. He gets up and drops a few quick elbows on his chest. He picks up Trillion again, and plants him with a DDT. He exits out of the ring, and grabs hold of the table on his side. He folds it up, and slides it into the ring. Mokoko can be seen tossing Paul into the guardrail. He picks up Paul, and drags him over to one of the tables. He put him on the table, and punches him down so he stays. He then enters inside the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle closest to the table. He taunts the crowd as they cheer, and is about to jump when he notices Paul sliding off, and down to the ground. Mokoko gets angry, and leaps off the turnbuckle to hit a top rope leg drop on Paul.)

Steve: That's going to hurt.

Phil: Nah, you think? He only jumped 10 feet in the air, and landed his leg on the guy's head. I think he'll be fine!

Steve: …touchy…

Phil: Well that's the way it is…DEAL with it…

Steve: That time of the month again, Phil?

Phil: What? SHUT UP!

(Al Creed sets up the table in one corner of the ring. He picks up Trillion, and places him on the table. He then walks back a bit, and then starts running towards Trillion. Trillion moves out of the way, and Al hits the table, but it doesn't break! The referee makes it that Al is still in this. Trillion gets mad, and throws some hard lefts to Al's head. He then whips him to the ropes, and when he comes back, he is met with a knee to the gut that flips Al in mid air. Trillion picks up Al, and snap suplexes him. He then takes the table, and sets it up in the center of the ring. He picks up Al, and puts him on the table. He then gets on the table with Al, and he looks like he's going to powerbomb Al through the table. He lifts him up, but Al is able to gouge his eyes, and lands on both feet. He then super kicks him off the table, and to the ground. Al jumps off the table. Mokoko and Paul are still outside the ring, and both are beating the crap out of each other. Paul carries Mokoko over to the steps, and tosses him head first into them. Paul enters the ring where he sees Al Creed and Trillion fighting. Paul runs after Al, and clotheslines him down. He then picks up Trillion, and scoop slams him down. He heads back to Al, and throws him some punches to the head. Trillion gets up though, and grabs Paul from behind, and hits him with a release german suplex. He and Al both pick up Paul, and deliver a double suplex. They pick him up again, and give him ANOTHER double suplex. Trillion picks up Paul, and places him on the table. Al tells him to go up on the turnbuckle, and he nods. Trillion climbs the top rope while Al holds Paul in place. Trillion jumps off looking for an elbow drop, but Al instead moves Paul out of the way, and Trillion goes through the table hard. The referee calls for the bell signifying that Trillion has been eliminated.)

RW: I can't believe that! Al Creed's one sneaky son of a bitch I tell you.

JC: It was ingenious. He made Trillion think they were teaming together, and then he tricks him into elimination. I love it!

RW: But it's…

JC: I'm sorry, but nobody cares what you say. Back to the match!

(Trillion rolls out of the ring slowly, while Al starts laughing his ass off. Paul slowly gets up, and notices Al distracted. He grabs Al from behind, and hits him with a full nelson slam. He then exits out of the ring, and grabs another table from outside. As he does, Joe Mokoko comes out of nowhere, and spin kicks the table into Paul. Mokoko grabs the table, and slides into the ring with it. He sets up the table, and grabs Al. He kicks him in the gut, and hits him with the Mokoko K.O. He taunts in the ring while Paul brings another table into the ring. He sets it up next to the first table, and then clotheslines Mokoko from behind. He picks him up, and places him on the first table. Paul then goes on the second table, and picks up Mokoko. He puts him between his legs, He hits Mokoko with a pulling piledriver that hits the table, but only puts a crack in it. Al gets up, and notices Paul hitting Mokoko. He runs to the turnbuckle nearest him, and hits The Cultural Revolution on Joe Mokoko and the table breaks in half easily. The bell rings again for another elimination. Joe Mokoko is out of this match!)

RW: And the now former Xtreme Champion is out of this match!

JC: This is great! Now we're guaranteed a new champion. Either Al Creed or Paul Phillips. Who will win?!

Al Creed starts by running at Paul Phillips, but he manages to move out the way in time to leave Creed running into the ropes. However, Creed manages to catch Phillips on the way back with a clothesline which sends him crashing down onto the mat. Creed brings Paul to his feet but only to receive some hard right hands from Phillips as he battles his way back to an advantage. Phillips then puts in a mighty uppercut to Creed which sends him flying headfirst over the ropes and out of the ring.

Steve: Damn, that was one hell of an uppercut.

Phillips then jumps out of the ring, but some how Creed manages to put his fist out as he does and Phillips falls right onto an uppercut from Creed.

Phil: Hell yeah, right back at ya punk.

Creed then looks around for a table in a dazed state, and as he does Phillips is getting up behind him. He runs into Creed and both of them fall back to the floor right in front of the English announcers table. Creed is the first man to get to his feet and starts kicking away at Phillips and slowly bring him back to his feat. Creed looks round, but after a moment smiles as he sees the announcers table in front of him. He then starts to pull Phillips up onto the top of the table, much to the dismay of the English commentators.

Phil: Ah, looks like our British dudes over there could be in for some trouble.

Steve: I’m not sure about this. Is this aloud ?

Phil: Why not, it’s a table isn’t it?

Creed now has Phillips up on the table and puts him into a headlock between his legs. He looks around at the crowd and then tries to lift him up for a powerbomb through the table, but someone Phillips manages to put in a punch to the groin and leaves Creed lying on the table in pain as he falls to the floor. Phillips now slowly gets up and looks at Creed on the table as he is also slowly finding himself again. Phillips someone quickly finds the strength to walk over the side of the ring and gets up in the corning and without any delay, he throws himself all the way from the ring onto Creed who is just getting his feat. As he impacts him across the chest, Creed smashes down first right throw the table and both men lay on the floor dead to the world.

Bell rings……..

Phil: I don’t believe it. Did you see that Steve ?

Steve: I sure did Phil. What a show of strength there at the end by Paul Phillips. That was some way to win the extreme title.

The ref brings the belt over to Phillips who has made it to his feat, but is still very much dazed and confused. He hands him the belt and he manages to hold it above his head as some officials help both men out of the arena.

Winner: Paul Phillips

Match Number Three
Nirvana Wolfgang* versus AceSuper
(Television Title Match)

Phil: Next up, Television Title match.

Steve: Yeah this should be a good one.

Suddenly the lights die suddenly in the jam-packed arena, a white spotlight bringing all eyes to the entrance way. A slight hesitation for a second as "Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple suddenly blares over the PA system, the crowd letting out their moans and groans of dislike. The black curtains part as AceSuper steps through, a smirk on his face as his fist rise up in the air. A locus of boos swarm over him as he glances left and right, shaking his head in disgust. He calmly chews a piece of gum as he makes is way down the ramp way. He stops and begins to squabble with a couple of fans. They gladly thrust their middle fingers in his face as he reaches back, as if ready to strike. He continues making his way down the ramp way, making sure to avoid the high flive slaps of the wretched fans. AceSuper makes it up the staircase, avoiding a couple of flying beer cups and paper trash. Ace steps through the middle rope and climbs the middle turnbuckle, raising his fist into the air once more, the crowd flaming quickly.

Candy Peaks: Our next match of the evening is for the SFT Television Championship. Introducing the challenger, he hails from Los Angeles, California weighting in at 240 lbs…AceSuper!!!

As his music dies down, once again the arena lights cut to black, and three bell strikes resound through the arena placed approximately six seconds apart. Upon the third bell strike, a three chord thundering riff harmonized with subsequent bell strikes shakes the building at it's foundation. When the second repetition of this riff starts, a while spotlight shines directly down, showcasing Nirvana Wolfgang who has already taken position on the entrance ramp. When the riff changes slightly, three more spotlights shine down, revealing Jeff King, Paul Philips, and Jade standing behind Nirvana, forming a semicircle with the Messiah in the center, Jade and Jeff King stand to Paul's left and right side, respectively. When the guitars, bass, and drum kick into a high gear old school thrash riff, a large spotlight shines down on the ring, and the four start strutting to that point, their respective spotlights following them all the while. Upon reaching the ring, Paul, King, and Jade line across the side, whilst Nirvana stands in the middle of the ring, assuming a praying pose. The ring lights then turn on, and Nirvana stands against the closest turnbuckle, awaiting his opposition.

CP: And his opponent, he is the current reigning and defending Television Champion, weighting in at 236 lbs, he hails from Houston, Texas…Nirvana Wolfgang!!!

As Nirvana hands the title over to the ref, he walks to the center of the ring where a ready and willing AceSuper is standing. Suddenly both men go nose to nose, and as the ref hands the ring attended the title, he look over to the timekeeper and asks for the bell.

(DING, DING)

As the two men continue to stand nose to nose, neither showing any sign of fear, it is Ace who is the first to step back, but he quickly throws a right hook that rocks Nirvana, sending him staggering back wards. Ace then follows up it with another hook, then a third driving Nirvana into the ring ropes. Ace then grabs Nirvana, and irishwhips him to the other side of the ring, as he comes off the ropes, Ace attempts a clothesline but Nirvana ducks the move, stops in track, and delivers a side kick to the gut of Ace, he then follows it up with a quick DDT. Nirvana doesn't go for a cover; instead he starts to lay in some hard soccer kick to the ribs of Ace, causing Ace to yell out in pain. Nirvana then raises Ace to his feet, irishwhips him to the ropes, and as he bounces off, Nirvana grabs him by the neck and hits a huge monkey toss, damn near throwing Ace out the ring. As Ace's leg and lower back get caught up in the ropes, Nirvana walk over and delivers another hard soccer style kick to his midsection. Nirvana then runs towards the ring rope bounce off of them, while at the same time Ace has gotten out of the ring ropes and has quickly gotten to his feet, and as Nirvana comes off the ropes and is running towards Ace, to his surprise Ace is up, grabs him by the back of the head, and use his own momentum, Ace throw Nirvana out and over the top turnbuckle. As Nirvana flies out the ring, he hits the arena floor with a sickening thud.

Phil: Talk about you nasty tumbles.

Steve: The sound of Nirvana hitting the arena floor could have been heard through the entire building.

Ace doesn't waste a moment; he slides out under the bottom rope, walks over to the still down Nirvana, raise him to his feet, and then hits a lighting quick snapmare suplex, and as Nirvana hits the arena floor you can see the pain from the move etched in his face, even with his mask on. Ace the slowly gets to his feet, walks over to Nirvana, raise him to his feet once and attempts another suplex, but Nirvana blocks the move. Ace goes for another attempt for a suplex but Nirvana blocks it again, the cause Ace to release the move, deliver a quick shot to the gut, and then follow it up is a DDT, driving the head of the Nirvana into the floor. Ace then picks up the limp body of Nirvana, rolls him back into the ring, rolls in behind, and then goes for a cover…

1… 2… FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!

Phil: Great ring presents by Nirvana.

Steve: Yeah he save the match, and didn't have to waste any energy to do it.

Ace then gets to his feet, and take a few moments to catch his breath, while Nirvana, with the use of the ring ropes is slowly trying to pull himself to a vertical base. Once Nirvana is almost to a standing position, Ace walks over, grabs him by the arm, irishwhips him to the ropes, but Nirvana reveres the move and send Ace to the ropes. As Ace comes off, Nirvana duck his head in attempt to do a backdrop, but Ace grabs him by the neck and hits a swing neck breaker. As Nirvana rolls over holding his neck with his right hand, for no reason Ace walks over and stomps on the finger of his left hand. Ace then turns away from Nirvana, pointing at him and trash talking the crowd.

Phil: The guy AceSuper has a bit of a mean streak in him.

Steve: Yeah it appears that way, but he better worry about Nirvana and not the crowd.

Ace then turns back to the still down Nirvana, raises him to his feet, and then forces him into a corner. Ace then throws a few hard punches to the head of Nirvana; he even climbs to the second turnbuckle and lays in a few more shots for good measure. He then hops down and an attempt to irishwhips Nirvana to the corner across the ring, but Nirvana reverses the move, and hits a Judo Toss, sending Ace down hard to mat. As Nirvana leans back into the corner, attempting to catch his breath, Ace, slowly starts to get to is feet when Nirvana walks up to him and delivers a hard kick to the side of his head, knocking Ace to the mat. But Nirvana then gets into a stalking position waiting for Ace to get up, and as Ace slowly gets to a kneeling position, Nirvana delivers another hard kick right to the side of his head again, seemly knocking him out cold. Nirvana then goes for the cover…

1… 2… KICKOUT!!!

Phil: I thought the champ had this won after that devastating kick.

Steve: Well even thought Ace got his bell rung, he had enough in him to kick out of that pinning situation.

Nirvana then gets to his feet, while at the same time grabbing Ace by the head and raising him to his feet as well, he then irishwhips Ace into the ropes, and as he comes off, Nirvana pick him up in the air and hits a gorilla press slam, driving the back of Ace into the mat. Ace then rise up from the mat screaming and appearing to favoring his back. Ace then slowly crawls backwards to a corner and call for the ref assistances.

Phil: Look like that last move may injured the back of Ace.

Steve: Yeah he appears to be in some real intense pain. As Ace slowly pulls himself to his feet, he tells the ref to keep Nirvana back, because he is in so much pain. The ref then tries to force Nirvana back, not realizing that Ace is acting, and has started to loosen up the padding on the top turnbuckle. Suddenly Gavin Winters comes from the back and down towards the ring

Phil: Now what the hell is Winters doing out here…

Steve: I don't have a clue he's not even booked for a match tonight.

As Winter makes it ring side, he hops on the ring apron and makes an attempt to enter the ring, but ref steps away from Nirvana, and steps in front Winter, stopping him from entering the ring. Meanwhile, Ace has removed the top turnbuckle, exposing the metal hook underneath it, while the ref is caught in-between Nirvana and Winters, as the two men start to have words with each other. Ace then leans back into the turnbuckle, hiding the metal bolt, and begins to act as if he is still hurting from Nirvana last move. After the ref has finally forced Winters out of the ring, Nirvana then turns at looks at Ace, who appears to still be out of it. Nirvana then rush towards him, but at the last moments, Ace side steps him, grabs him by the back of the head, and drives him face first into the exposed metal bolt. Then as Nirvana comes staggering backward, Ace, grabs him and hits the Ace's Dealt (Irishwhip to Sleeper Drop), he then goes for the cover…

1… 2… 3… (DING, DING)

Winner: AceSuper

Backstage

We find ourselves backstage once again focusing on the Number One Contender. He stands in front of the door to Brandi’s locker room. He goes to knock – but pauses for a second. He closes his eyes and proceeds to knock. Brandi opens the door and is looking very shocked to see her opponent for tonight.

Brandi: “Damien? What are you doing here?”

Damien: “I had to see you.”

Brandi: “But Damien..”

Damien puts his finger over Brandi’s mouth and shakes his head.

Damien: “Shh… but nothing. Brandi, baby, you want a heart on the sleeve speech.. Then here it is.

Damien takes Brandi’s hands, and looks into her eyes.

Damien: “This week has been possibly the hardest week of my life. You are my love, and believe it or not, having to wrestle you tonight, and possibly take your championship is going to be very hard for me tonight, and before we go out there and give it everything we’ve got tonight; I just want to say – what ever happens, win or lose, Brandi – You are my goddess, and I love you.

And with that Damien leans forward and passionately kiss our World Heavyweight Champion, Brandi James. He pulls away and looks into her eyes once again.

Damien: “Goodluck, hun’.”

Damien walks away and Brandi is at a stand still. She is in shock as we cut back to the action at ringside.

RW: *Sniff* that… was beautiful!

Phil: Oh please; Damien is just playing mind games if you ask me. He is obsessed with becoming the World Heavyweight Champion.

Steve: Is it possible that Damien actually does love Brandi?

Phil: Damien only loves himself, you saw him looking at himself in the mirror.

Steve: If I looked as good as Damien – I’d to that too.

Phil: ANYWAY! Back to our action, folks we got a great match up coming next

Steve: Now we got, Clayton Walker is up next to defend his Lightweight Title.

Phil: That's right. Big T has been watching Clayton Walker as of late. As well as Shawn Walsh, who is not a part of this event tonight surprisingly.

Match Number Four
Clayton Walker* versus Serious Steve versus Mike Zybala versus The Necrophile
(Lightweight Title Elimination Match)

SC: It’s now time for the Lightweight Title match, and as I am hearing now, its now down to three.

MR: Yeah, Necrophile is still out. Can that work, a three man elimination match.

SC: I don’t know, but I guess we are about to find out.

Candy Peaks: The following match is an Elimination Match and is for the Strike Fantasy Towers Lightweight Title. The rules are as follows. Three members will be in the ring at one time. An Elimination is through Pinfall, Submission or Knockout.

“Hiphopper” by Thomas Rusiak plays as Serious Steve walks to the ring with Not Kabal while attempting to trash talk the crowd.

Candy Peaks: Introducing first. One half of The Unwanted and challenger, ladies and gentlemen...SERIOUS STEVE.

After awhile he gives up and continues his walk as the crowd cheer him on and “Hiphopper” fades out, “Children Of The Grave” by Black Sabbath starts up as the crowd get on their feet searching the arena for Mike Zyabala. Finally, the camera catches a corner and sees people waving their hands. It zooms in and there is Mike Zyabala stealing a hot dog off of a fan.

Candy Peaks: And the second Challenger. From Buffalo, New York..MIKE ZYBALA.

As he walks down the stairs, he eats it. Finally he reaches the bottom and climbs over the guard rail and slides into the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and starts taunting the crowd as they erupt in cheers.

The lights go out in the arena as the crowd wait in anticipation. Suddenly, the sound of screaming is heard and blue lights begin to flicker. As soon as the screaming stops, "Your Disease" by Saliva breaks out in the arena as the crowd begins to boo. As the boo's increase, Clayton Walker walks out to greet the crowd with the Lightweight Title over his Shoulder. As soon as Clayton realizes they are booing, he flips them off and then walks down the ramp looking strangely at the crowd.

Candy Peaks: And the Champion, from Toronto, Canada, Lightweight Champion… CLAYTON WALKER.

Once at the bottom of the ramp, he then walks around the ring, still looking at the crowd weirdly. Once he reaches the commentary box, he then gets up on to the apron, and then looks to the crowd and shakes his head in disapproval before climbing into the ring. With all three in the ring, Walker climbs off of the turnbuckle and goes to the center of the ring and begins trash talking both Steve and Zybala. As he then hands his Lightweight Title to Brooks, as Brooks throws the Title out of the ring, he calls for the bell and instantly Walker races out of the ring as Zybala and Steve look on. As Walker yells out at both Zybala and Steve, Steve clicks and tries to superkick Zybala, but catches his foot, spins him around. He then grabs around Steve’s waist and lands a German Suplex, he keeps the bridge as he goes for a pin.

1..2..3

SC: Wow..that was quick.

MR: So within two minutes of the match, it is a singles match.

As we go back to the ring, Adam Brooks is telling Walker to get into the ring as Zybala kicks Steve out of the way. Once he does that, Walker then starts to make his way on to the ring apron. As he is about to climb into the ring, Zybala then makes a charge, as this causes Walker to step out of the ropes and have Brooks calm down Zybala. As Brooks does that, Walker then climbs into the ring and waits for Brooks.

SC: Ok, so here we go. Zybala and Walker now as the match might actually start.

MR: Well I actually see Walker doing the smart thing there. His Title is in jeopardy, what better way to keep it than to watch the action of two people fighting.

The two then gaze into each others eyes, as they go in to lock up. But before Walker makes his first step in, he backs off and tells Brooks that Zybala has something in his boots. This pisses off Zybala and the fans as Walker then turns his back expecting that Brooks will check Zybala’s boots, But Zybala just runs right past Brooks and immediately bulldogs Walker.

SC: Finally. I thought I had to wait until Canada actually did something right for the match to begin.

Both men get up immediately as Zybala then takes down Walker with a clothesline. Walker then gets back up again, as Zybala then once again clotheslines Walker. Walker then this time takes a bit longer to get back to his feet, and as he does, Zybala then looks for a Yakuza kick, but Walker ducks, waits for Zybala to turn around and then hits Zybala with an inside Crescent kick taking Zybala down. Walker then quickly does down as well and locks in a headlock, making sure that Zybala doesn’t go anywhere fast. But slowly, as Walker has the hold in, he starts moving Zybala’s arm until he eventually locks in Harsh Reality.

MR: He is planning to finish it early.

Suddenly, Zybala reaches out as far as he can, and gets to the ropes.

SC: Nope, Zybala was just to close.

Brooks then starts his five count as at the count of four, Walker let’s go and pushes the ref away while yelling at him about the match. Walker then gets up and meets Zybala who is up as well after using the ropes. Walker then sends Zybala across the ropes and once he is about to return, Walker springboards off of the ring ropes, and looks to hit with a calf kick, but Zybala ducks, bounces off of the ropes and rolls forward and lands a rolling thunder. Zybala then tries to pin Walker.

1..2..Kickout as Walker throws Zybala off of him, but this leads Zybala to land on his feet.

SC: Shit that was awesome.

MR: I have to learn how to do that.

As Walker then gets up, he doesn’t know Zybala is up, as Zybala runs past him, bounces off of the ropes and takes down Walker again with a neck breaker. Zybala looks for the pin again.

1..2..Shoulder up. Zybala then gets up, as he sees Walker just shaking his head.

SC: Walker doesn’t look happy.

MR: Well wouldn’t you when some guy is showing you up.

Zybala then brings Walker up to his feet and whips him across to the ropes. But when Walker returns, he leaps up and looks for a Head scissors, but then turns it into a DDT.

As Zybala looks up to rafters, Walker then rolls his way out to apron where he gets up and looks to the crowd with a smirk. The crowd instantly boo him as Walker then flies off over the ropes and lands a frog splash on Zybala. He holds on and goes for the pin. 1..2..hand on the ropes as Zybala reaches out of desperation.

MR: So close there.

SC: Yeah, but “Wrestling’s Prodigy” or whatever calls himself, still didn’t get the pin.

As Walker then rolls off of Zybala and gets up as he then lays a few boots into Zybala before heading over the farthest turnbuckle. He then climbs it, and looks out to the crowd one more time before leaping off of it. As he looks to land a 450 Leg drop, all he catches is the mat. Walker instantly grabs his ass as Zybala is seen running at him and quickly drop kicks him down. Zybala then gets back up, heads over to the turnbuckle Walker was at and climbs it. He then looks down at Walker and smiles before leaping off, hitting a shooting star press. He still remains on Walker as he goes for the pin. 1..2..Kick out

SC: So close to a new Lightweight Champion. Walker looks to be out of it.

MR: Don’t count him out.

As Zybala once again rolls off of Walker, he gets straight back up and looks out to the crowd. As they wait for something, he then waves his arms signaling for the end as the crowd explode in cheers. He then picks up Walker and hooks him in a Vertebreaker, but somehow,Walker rolls out of it. Zybala then turns around only to be taken down with a Snapmare leading into a Michinoko driver. With Zybala still down, Walker quickly races up Zybala’s body and locks in Harsh Reality again.

MR: HARSH REALITY AGAIN.

SC: Please, reach the ropes, please.

As Zybala slowly tries to crawl his way over to the ropes, but he can’t get to it in time and Zybala taps out.

MR: Walker is still champ.

SC: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Winner: Clayton Walker by elimination

Match Number Five
Erik Dean versus Chris Kanath
(Standard Match)

“Faint”by Linkin Park hits the PA with a boom, then Erik Dean steps our from the back with a Mic.

Erik Dean: Well, I am sorry to come out here like this, but I am here to let you all know that the match between me and Kanath will not take place, and that he is fired as of tonight. Such a shame. Enjoy the rest of the show

Dean then walks to the back

RW: Oh well on to our next match

Winner: No One

JC: This isn't good for Sean Lane. He needs to focus if he expects to wear the Intercontinental Title after tonight.

Match Number Six
Johnny Legend versus Black
("#1 Contendership for Intercontinental Title" Match)

Black then celebrates as we fade to a promo for Titans.

Winner: Black

Backstage

Ambassador Owen waits for the crowd to stand down before beginning to speak.

Glenn Owen: Once in a while, and it’s becoming more frequent these days, but once in a while you get the chance to whiteness a match beyond what you normally see, and I’m privileged to be here tonight about to witness a match between 2 true legends of the sport, and my best friends…. SwitchBlade, and Shadow…..

The crowd once again go nuts and Glenn waits a few moments for them to calm down.

Here at this ppv, we fight as hard as a can, but for a few of us there is another reason that makes this ppv so special, and that is of course the passing of another true legend of SFT, and that as we all know is a man called Joseph Black…. Aka Legion….

Now the crowd are going even more nuts than they were before, which is a very hard thing to do.

Myself, Shadow and SwitchBlade all had ties with Legion, and ties in a big way. To Shadow he was his right arm, his brother, his best friend in everyway, and I know Shadow so well, and he won’t mind me telling you all that his death has been a huge burden on him to this day. SwitchBalde, well, SwitchBlade was the man that helped send him to the grave, and I’m sure he deals with this in his own way.

As for me…. Well, I hated the son of a bitch. It was me and basically me alone who ran him down for so long and brought him back into this federation, and in turn, it was me in a way that brought him to his own death. Although this happened along time ago, to me it’s still remains fresh in my mind. In a way Legion was apart of me, as I know I was apart of him. Friends on the opposite sides. Warriors who needed each other in a way, and could understand the other person without even realizing. Many people loved Joseph, some people hated him, but without doubt he was one of our greatest. It is for this fact that I wanted to speak to you all tonight, because we must remember our past, and there is no bigger part of SFT history that Legion.

[Scene opens up to the backstage area. You see the locker room door of Brandi James. You can hear a few noises coming from the room. The camera pans out and you can see Sean Lane strolling down the hallway, wearing the Intercontinental Title over his right shoulder. He is smirking as he gets to Brandi's door. He is about to put his hand on the doorknob when it opens up. Shawn Walsh is standing there, smiling. Lane is in shock.]

Shawn Walsh: You may want to come back later, bud, Brandi isn't... "decent" right now.

[Walsh closes the door in Lane's face. He then opens it back up and reaches in his pocket. He throws some sort of open packaging at Lane, hitting him in the chest, it falling to the floor.]

Shawn Walsh: And could you throw this away for me, buddy? Thanks.

[Before Lane can hit Walsh, Shawn slams the door in his face and locks it. Lane begins to pound on the door.]

Sean Lane: YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

[You can hear Walsh yelling from inside.]

Shawn Walsh: No comprende!

[Lane throws his title against the wall and begins to kick the door for a few moments. The camera pans out to see Prophet approaching Lane, weilding his pike. Lane gets a furious look on his face and storms off. Prophet begins to guard the door. The camera pans to the ground to zoom in on what Walsh threw at Lane; an empty pack of Trojan condoms. Scene fades.]

Match Number Seven
Sean Lane* versus Schizoprenia
(Intercontinental Title Match)

With the challenger already in the ring; the arena goes completely black and a blue spotlight shines on the entrance way as "Disposable Teens" by Marilyn Manson starts. The Entourage logo then flashes over the big screen and a large blast of blue and white pyro shoots out. Standing at the top of the ramp, with a bottle of water in his hand, is Sean Lane, the intercontinental champion. He looks around at the crowd he taps on his championship, which is neatly resting on his left shoulder. Lane then slowly starts to make his way to the ring. He enters through the middle rope. The referee asks for his title, but Lane refuses to give it to him yet.

JC: Sean unwilling to give up his Intercontinental Championship to the referee; is he going to be able to keep it against the weird.. but talented young woman, Schizophrenia!

RW: I think he will, JC – former World Champion, and look at his face. He’s ready.

Lane walks over to Schizo and flaunts the championship in her face begins pointing to it before handing it over to the referee. He raises it in the air letting us all know what is at stake in this match. He hands it over to the timekeeper and the bell rings. They start circling each other, and Sean Lane mockingly offers a test of strength, which Schizo with no hesitation accepts..

JC: Looks like it’s Joanna that’s starting this match.

RW: Well she is the more aggressive of the personalities; and you got to be aggressive against the sweetness

Sean Lane easily wins the test of strength, causing Schizo to fall on one knee and scream in pain. Lane releases the hold and pie face’s Schizo knocking her to the mat, causing a heated reaction from the crowd as he looks on proudly. Schizo shakes it off and charges at Lane, Lane swings for a clothesline, but Schizo is quick and slides under the legs of Lane. She then quickly gets up and drops Lane with a neck breaker. Lane quickly pops up, looking slightly shocked, he goes for a right hand, but its ducked, Lane turns around and is whipped in the ropes, he charges back and this time connects with a clothesline dropping Schizo down to the mat. Schizo takes her time to get up and starts to rub her head, Lane then goes for a kick to her gut, but she grabs Sean’s foot, spins him around and connects with a beautiful Martial Arts kick, not only knocking him down - but out of the ring.

RW: Martial Arts kick… gotta be Brea, now.

JC: Who ever it is just kicked the crap out of Sean, and look at him – he’s pissed.

Lane begins to walk to the timekeeper and grabs the championship of him, and begins to make his way to the back. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and starts taunting Schizo

JC: Lane knows he can’t lose the title with a count out so he’s high tailing it! Wait a minute…

Schizo flies over the top rope and knocks Lane down with a beautiful flying cross body. She picks Sean up and throws him back into the ring. She drops into the cover, but doesn’t even get a two count. She bounces of the ropes and goes for an elbow drop – but Sean Lane wisely moves out of the way. He then boots Schizo in the stomach while she is down, and the referee didn’t like that at all, he begins to yell at Lane, Lane promptly tells him to shut his mouth, and shoves the referee, the referee shoves him back, and Schizo takes the advantage and scores with a roll up, the referee drops down into position

JC: NEW INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION!! 1…2…

RW: Lane kicks out! Thank god, because that stupid referee would have had hell to pay.

JC: Sean should put his hands on the official, Randy!

Sean Lane wipes sweat from his brow and starts to go to work on Schizo – he’s had enough, he boots her in the gut, picks her up and drops her hard to the canvas with a nicely executed vertical suplex. He then grabs her by the hair and just slams her down head first into the canvas. He picks her up by the hair again, puts her head under his arm and connects with a hard snap suplex! He twists his hips, and not releasing his grasps, goes for yet another suplex, and connects! He now goes for the third one. He stalls this time, looking at the booking crowd; he sniggers before nailing her with the third and final suplex! He sadistically stalks Schizo, yelling at her to get up!

JC: Sean has lost it!

RW: If you had two guys after your woman, you’d lose it too, and not to forget – Joanna is after Brandi too, not to mention myself.. but shh… don’t tell Lane.. or Sparks… or Walsh

JC: …or your wife?

RW: Good god yes, defiantly not her.

JC: Can we get back to the action please..

Schizo starts to get up, as turns around and Sean lifts her up onto his shoulders. He walks around for a few seconds with her. Then drops her head first into the canvas nailing a harsh Death Valley Driver. Sean then grabs Schizo by the legs and catapults her into the corner, where she stays facing the crowd, looking to be in some pain. Sean then runs at her at full speed and crashes into her almost crushing her spine. She drops down in a heap on the canvas – and Sean Lane calls for the end. He grabs her head and…

JC: TASTE OF SWEETNESS!! ITS OVER!!

1…

2…

Our cameras zoom in on the outside, and Shawn Walsh has pulled the referee out of the ring! The referee begins to yell at Shawn, who then proceeds to nail the referee with the high voltage – knocking him out cold! He then rushes over to collect Sean’s intercontinental championship. He enters the ring, and Lane is fuming. He looks as if he is about to burst. Walsh then charges at Lane looking to hit him with the championship, but he ducks, and Walsh inadvertently hits Schizo, who was just getting up from the taste of sweetness. Shawn Walsh just shrugs it off, and hit in the face with a right hand from Lane, but Walsh then kicks Lane in the nuts, and then smacks him in the head with the Intercontinental Championship. Walsh poses with the title, before strapping it to his waist and making his way to the back.

JC: WALSH HAS STOLE THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE!! AND BOTH COMPETITORS AND THE REFEREE ARE DOWN

RW …and bleeding..

Moments pass, and Schizo, a little worse for wear starts to get up, she uses the ropes to help her. She looks down and sees that Sean Lane is out cold. She makes her way up to the top rope. The crowd are going crazy. She looks around at the crowd before leaping off the top rope!

JC: OUT OF REACH!!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

JC: OH…. MY…. GOD!!! SEAN LANE GOES HIS KNEES UP, AND SHE WENT FACE FIRST INTO HIS KNEES!!

RW: I.. I… I.. think she’s dead, JC!

JC: That was disgusting, and looks at the blood pouring from her mouth.

Sean gets up, and crawls into the cover, the referee is now back in the ring, a little dazed but fit enough to make the count

1……… 2……… 3!!!! Paramedics rush down to the ring and begin to check on Schizo, who is not moving. Sean Lane gets to his feet, and quickly exits the ring, on the hunt for Sean Lane.

JC: Ladies and Gentleman, this is scary. Please bare with us, as our paramedics help Schizo. It’s not looking good. This is going to put her out of action for some time folks.

Winner: Sean Lane

Match Number Eight
Aj Nin Red Rum* versus Prophet versus Labak
(United States Title "Free Fall" Match)

JC: Oh man, it's finally here! The first ever Free Fall Match!

RW: Look at that thing. Three levels of pure hell. Fans, here is a quick rundown of the Free Fall Match. There are three levels of the scaffold. Level one is fifteen feet above the ring, with various weapons scattered across it. Level two is thirty feet above the ring, and also has weapons on it. Level three is FORTY-FIVE FEET above the ring, but there are no weapons to aid the wrestlers on level three.

JC: I can't wait any longer! Get them out here already!

"Tight Rope" by Papa Roach hits, and the lights on the stage grow bright. Labak steps out onto the stage, and stands in the crucifixion pose, and it is revealed that he is holding a chain in his right hand. He then begins to walk down the ramp and he climbs into the ring, and leans up against the turnbuckle. His music fades and he awaits his opponents.

JC: Daniel Lloyd has become a sick, sick man.

RW: All three of these men are sick! Can you imagine what they are going to do to each other?

A few moments pass by, and then the eerie bass lines of "Would" by Alice In Chains begin to play. Prophet walks out to the ramp wearing a black and red hooded cloak. He stands at the foot of the ramp and quickly takes off his hood, then climbs into the ring. Labak and Prophet go nose-to-nose, and almost begin brawling, but they are both quickly warned by senior referee, James Dupre. The sounds of Alice In Chains slowly fades, as the two men stare each other down.

JC: The tension is so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

RW: This is truly what Strike Fantasy Towers is all about, fans!

The lights go out and we start to hear blocks tapping together. We hear the intro to some song beginning. Suddenly, we realize that it's Tool's "Eulogy" when we see the word 'LEGEND' on the StrikeTron. The fans cheer as a faint red spotlight shines on the center of the stage. The song starts to pick up and a puff of smoke is seen on the stage. When the smoke clears, we see Aj Nin Red Rum - known today as Legend - standing in the spotlight with his head lowered. During a calm part of the song, we hear a voice.

Voice: A man who knows others is strong. A man who knows himself is all-powerful.

The song rocks out again and Legend swings his head up. He stares a hole through the hearts of both Labak and Prophet, who are eagerly waiting near the ring. Legend starts walking towards the ring, but he stops to look up at the scaffold. Without much time to think, he begins to climb up the scaffolding.

RW: What is he doing?

JC: I'm not sure. The match is supposed to start in the ring.

RW: Actually... I think I read that this match is supposed to start on the first level of the scaffold.

Once on the first level, Aj Nin Red Rum, who wishes to now go by the name Legend, unsnaps the United States Title from around his waist and he sits down on a trash can. Referee James Dupre calls for the match to begin, and the bell rings.

RW: Here we go!

Labak turns away from Prophet and dashes towards the scaffolding, chain in hand, obviously going after Legend. But Prophet follows quickly behind him, and just as Labak begins to scale the scaffolding, the back of his shirt is grabbed by Prophet and he is pulled back down to the ring. Prophet goes to work on Labak with kicks to the midsection, and then lifts him back up. Prophet bounces off the ropes, and when he comes back he leaps over Labak's head, performing a full front flip, and grabs Labak's head and smashes it down on his shoulder in a huge neck breaker.

JC: I have never seen that before! The agility of Prophet is amazing!

RW: I don't know if this is possible, but he seems to be performing moves that Kris Ryder was never able to perform.

Labak crumbles down to the mat holding his neck. Meanwhile, Legend continues to watch from the first level of the scaffold, smiling. Prophet reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out his patented steel pike. There is a large reaction from the crowd, both boo's and cheers. Prophet approaches Labak, who is slowly getting to his feet, and measures him up. Just before Prophet can strike, Labak swings his chain and lashes Prophet across the jaw. Prophet lets out a painful shriek, and falls to the mat, holding his jaw in agony. Labak quickly takes advantage of this and begins to climb the scaffolding to the first level, where Legend is waiting for him.

RW: Prophet's jaw could be broken!

JC: But now Labak is going to get what he really wants: Aj Nin Red Rum, or Legend, or whatever he goes by tonight.

Labak reaches the first level of the scaffold, and stands across from Legend. The two stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. Suddenly, the two begin to slowly walk towards each other, almost methodically. Labak swings his chain, and Legend swings a baseball bat which he had picked up off the scaffold. The chain wraps itself around the bat, and Legend pulls the bat, ripping the chain from Labak's hands. Legend then throws the bat down and charges towards Labak. However, Labak was ready for him, and hunches over, using his back to throw Legend over his head. Legend lands on his back, and the whole scaffold rumbles.

RW: Oh my god.. That scaffold doesn't look too sturdy.

JC: If that thing were to collapse, not only would the competitors be seriously injured, but there is a risk of fans being hurt as well! This is not safe!

Labak picks his chain back up, and wraps it around Legend's throat, choking him. Even though there are no submissions in this match, Labak tightens the chain, with his sole purpose being to eliminate Legend. Meanwhile down in the ring, Prophet begins to climb the scaffolding. However, he continues his ascent past the first level, and up to the second, thirty feet from the ring! He quickly dashes across the second level of the scaffold, and stands directly above Labak and Legend. Labak notices Prophet, and quickly gets off of Legend and gets out of the way. Prophet takes a few steps back, then runs towards the edge of the scaffolding, and leaps off! Prophet hits a huge shooting star press onto Legend, from fifteen feet in the air! On impact, the large platform makes a loud splintering crack, and seems to almost give in. This results in a huge "holy shit" chant from the audience.

RW: These fans have the right idea. Holy shit! Holy shit!

JC: Luckily for Prophet, each level of the scaffold is a little smaller than the one below it. This gave Prophet only about five feet to perform that maneuver.

Labak picks his chain back up and lies Legend next to Prophet, who both seem to be hurt. He wraps the chain around both men's necks, and begins to drag the two across the platform, applying a vicious grip around their necks with the chain! He drags both men across the platform, then turns, and begins to drag them back. He eventually stops, and both men lie completely motionless. Labak covers them both.

RW: 1.. 2..

JC: Somehow, someway, both men manage to get a shoulder up!

This greatly angers Labak, and he picks up a nearby trash can. He puts the can over the heads of both men, and begins to whip the can with his chain! He continues to do this until the can is covered in large dents. He lifts the trash can, and then realizes that only Prophet is inside. He spins around and receives a massive cobra clutch suplexe from Legend! Again, the scaffold shakes, and the level one platform seems to split again. Prophet then slowly gets to his feet and comes up behind Legend, and plants him face-first down into the wood with a big cradle DDT. This time, the platform comes dangerously close to splitting, and the entire first level is a little bit curved in the middle. Prophet hops to his feet and begins to climb even further up the scaffold. Labak is now back on his feet. He puts his chain over his shoulder and begins to climb the scaffolding, right behind Prophet. As Prophet climbs, his pants seem to get caught on a nick in the scaffold. Labak notices this and begins to climb faster until he is right next to Prophet.

RW: Oh no..

JC: This is insane!

RW: What the hell is Labak doing?! They are FORTY FEET IN THE AIR!

Labak wraps the chain around Prophet's neck, and begins to pull. Prophet attempts to hold onto the scaffolding as best he can, but his grip slowly weakens. Labak gives one more big tug on the chain, and Prophet loses his grip and falls from the side of the scaffold. He somehow manages to catch himself by grabbing Labak's legs, and then gets back onto the scaffold. Prophet then wastes no time in quickly climbing past the surprised Labak, and makes it up to the third level of the scaffolding. Once at the top, he lies on the platform, exhausted. By now, Legend has recovered, and begins looking through the weapons on the second level. He opens a nearby trash can, and lifts out what looks like a bazooka!

JC: What the hell?

RW: That's a beanbag cannon! Those things are used by police officers!

JC: Folks, don't be fooled by the name. A well-aimed shot from one of those things could crack a rib!

Legend takes aim with the beanbag cannon, and fires a shot up at the third level. The large, heavy beanbag flies past Prophet's head, and almost causes Prophet to lose his balance on the platform. Labak is now also on the third level, and begins to approach Prophet. However, after only a few steps, Legend fires another beanbag and it strikes Labak right under the chin. Labak stumbles backwards, and a few moments later, is hit in the chest with another bag! This causes Labak to hunch over in extreme pain, and he begins to cough up blood! Prophet takes advantage of the situation and delivers a kick to the throat of Labak. Labak stumbles towards the edge of the platform, but regains his balance and collapses to his hands and knees. Prophet once again removes the pike from his back pocket, mounts Labak, and begins driving the pike into his forehead. Before long, Labak is wearing a thick crimson mask of blood. However, Prophet is caught off guard by a beanbag, which hits him right in the temple. Prophet sits still for a moment, and then just collapses in pain. Legend begins to climb the scaffold, and before long, he has reached the third level. Legend quickly lifts up Labak, and guides him to the edge of the platform.

RW: No way!

JC: Well, I had a feeling somebody was going to take a big fall tonight!

Legend grabs Labak by the hair and shirt, then tosses him off the edge of the platform. Labak free-falls fifteen feet and luckily lands back-first on level two. However, as he lands, the impact nearly splits the level in half, and pretty much bends the entire platform in a small "U" shape. Labak’s limp body rolls to the middle of the "U", and lies motionless.

RW: Holy shit! Labak is out cold!

Legend then turns to Prophet, who is waiting for him, and receives a kick to the midsection. Prophet hoists Legend onto his shoulders, and wastes no time in hitting a MASSIVE Fall From Grace! Prophet then walks to the center of level three, and lifts up what appears to be a giant steel cross, with attached chains that are hooked somewhere up in the rafters. He lifts up Legend, and lies him down on the cross.

JC: What is going on? A cross?

RW: I don’t know.. But it certainly doesn’t look good!

Prophet opens another trash can, and pulls out a large roll of barbed wire and metal cutters. He begins to wrap the barbed wire around the neck, both wrists, and both legs of Legend. He then fashions a barbed wire crown, much like the crown of thorns worn by Christ, and secures it around Legend’s head. Prophet then lifts the cross into an upright position, and Legend lies motionless on the cross, and blood is already dripping from the barbed wire wrapped areas. Prophet begins to slowly push the large cross, with Legend strapped to it, towards the edge of the platform.

RW: No fucking way. NO!

JC: Prophet is going to crucify Aj Nin Red Rum! This man has gone completely insane!

Prophet gives one final shove, and the cross plummets off the side of the scaffold. It falls ten feet or so, then stops in midair, as it is hooked onto the chains. The fans gasp in horror at the sight of Legend, aka Aj Nin Red Rum, being crucified thirty-five feet in the air!

RW: SOMEBODY GET OUT THERE AND HELP HIM!

JC: This is absolutely sick! If this man does not get help soon, he may be seriously hurt!

Prophet stands at the top of the scaffold, forty-five feet in the air, and extends his arms, standing in the crucifixion pose. An extremely loud outburst erupts from the fans, a mix between cheers, boo’s, screams, and cries. Suddenly, Prophet falls to his knees, holding his head. We see the bloody Labak standing behind him, wielding his chain! Labak continues to whip Prophet with the chain, leaving large, garish cuts. Labak walks to the edge of the scaffold, and stares at Legend, who is still completely unconscious, and losing dangerous amounts of blood. Labak begins to scream uncontrollably at the helpless man.

JC: This is really getting out of hand..

RW: This has crossed the line dividing wrestling from street fighting!

Somehow, someway, Prophet manages to get to his feet and opens up a un-touched trash can, without Labak noticing. Out of the can he pulls a small red container of GASOLINE! Prophet rushes towards Labak, and super kicks him in the back of the head. Labak almost falls off the scaffold, but Prophet grabs him by the back of his shirt and throws him down to wood. He quickly douses Labak in gasoline, and then pulls a match from the same trash can.

RW: I don’t think I have ever said this before, but this match is TOO extreme!

JC: This is, by far, the scariest thing I have ever seen in all my years here, folks. Somebody could be seriously, seriously hurt.. Or worse.

Prophet attempts to light the match, but is caught off guard when Labak’s right arm suddenly shoots him and whips him across the shoulder with the chain. Prophet stumbles back, and Labak jumps to his feet. He ties the chain into a noose, and fits it around Prophet’s neck. He attempts to force Prophet off the side of the scaffold, but Prophet resists. Labak shoves again, and Prophet jumps at the same time, and quickly gets behind Labak. He hastily lights the match, and throws it into the air. It lands right on Labak’s shoulder, and the man almost instantly goes up in flames. Not only that, but the third level of the scaffold, which is made of wood, also is caught on fire. Labak frantically runs around the platform, until almost the entire third level is up in flames. In a panic, Labak loses his balance and plunges off the edge of the scaffold. However, the flaming Labak has held onto the end of the chain that is around Prophet’s neck. Prophet grips a metal bar attached to the scaffold, and uses all of his strength to keep himself from being pulled off the side. Labak hangs in the air, ON FIRE, next to the crucified Legend, while Prophet is being viciously choked by the chain noose.

RW: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!

JC: CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT! THESE TWO MEN ARE GOING TO DIE!

Prophet holds onto the bar with one hand, and attempts to remove the noose with the other. However, the pain of the noose just overwhelms the man, and his grip on the bar is gone. Prophet flies off the edge of the scaffold, as he and Labak plummet forty-five feet to the ring below! As they land, the entire ring CAVES IN around the! Officials swarm the ring and spray both men with fire extinguishers, and there is a thick gas in the ring. The crowd watches in awe, waiting for it to dissapear so they can get a glimpse of the two men. When the gas clears, Prophet and the severely burnt Labak are lying side-by-side in the ring, but Prophet’s right arm is draped across Labak’s body. The referee has no choice to count. 1.. 2.. 3!

RW: Get the medics out here! HOLY SHIT! This has probably ended both men’s careers!

JC: I would be surprised to see any of these men EVER walk again!

Literally dozens of men and women hit the ring, checking on the two men. A fire truck drives down the ramp as well, and begins to extend the ladder to help Aj Nin Red Rum down from the cross. In the midst of all the people in the ring, one referee raises the arm of the fallen Prophet, and drapes the United States title across his chest.

Winner: Prophet

Match Number Eight
SwitchBlade versus Shadow
(Iron Man Match)

RW: And here we go, SwitchBlade’s last match.

JC: And it is against SFT’s Grandest Member, Shadow.

RW: Man, I wish I could finish off with a match against Shadow.

Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is an Iron Man Match. The rules are as follows. The match shall go for sixty minutes. Once the match is over, the man with the most pinfalls wins.

SwitchBlade comes out to "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit, and pyros shoot from both sides. The titan tron shows a switchblade going through a skull and shattering it to pieces. The name "SwitchBlade" is seen in red letters on the switchblade. Then a bunch of clips of all of SwitchBlade's matches are shown.

Harvey Vaughn: Introducing first. Hailing from Los Angeles, California. Coming to the ring at 260 pounds, in his last match, Ladies and Gentlemen… SWITCHBLADE.

SwitchBlade then pops up from the entrance with a cheer from the audience, and struts down to the ring doing taunts for the audience.

RW: Here he is, Strike Fantasy Towers Greatest Warrior. Over two years here in the Towers.

JC: So many memories, and now they all end.

He climbs up on the apron, and jumps over the ropes. He then stands in the center of the ring and stands with his arms folded, and waits for Shadow as “Shoots and Ladders” by Korn starts up as the Lights go out. As the crowd get on their feet, A green light shines on the entrance as there stands Shadow with Walking stick in hand.

Harvey Vaughn: And his opponent. From Cairo, Egypt. Coming to the ring at 277 pounds. He is Strike Fantasy Tower’s Owner and Legend…SHADOW.

Shadow then makes his way down the ring slowly looking out the masses of people cheering him. As he then reaches the bottom of the ramp he then looks at SwitchBlade eye-balling him.

RW: Switchy is burning a whole through Shadow.

JC: Yeah, you can tell this match really means a lot to this guy.

Shadow then makes his way over to the ring steps. As he climbs up then, he never takes his eyes off of SwitchBlade. Once at the top, he then walks along the apron and drops his walking stick to the floor before climbing into the ring. Instantly, Switchy tries to get into Shadow, but the ref, Leon Tyson holds SwitchBlade back.

RW: This is two years in the making.

JC: Just look at the aggression. From being booted out of the Dead Pac, to that huge Dead Pac/Immortal Outlaws feud two years ago to SwitchBlade softening Legion’s death.

SwitchBlade then backs off and allows Shadow into the ring. As both men now stand on opposite sides, Tyson calls for the bell, as the two just look at each other. As the crowd then heats up, they both begin to make their way into the centre of the ring and with one step to go, they rush in. As Shadow goes to grapple, Switchy ducks. Shadow stumbles forward as this allows Switchy to lock in a head lock. As soon as Switchy does, Shadow then slowly begins to push Switchy back to the ropes and then brings his arm to Switchy’s back and then pushes him off the ropes in hopes to lose SwitchBlade, but SwitchBlade just steps out with the headlock applied.

RW: SwitchBlade has that Headlock on tight, nobody is escaping that.

JC: Shadow will find a way.

As Shadow begins waving his arms around, trying to find some ropes again, but when he realizes that he is not close enough to any, he brings his arms below SwitchBlade’s thighs and then lifts up SwitchBlade and then drops his with an atomic drop. Switchy immediately lets go of Shadow’s head and leaps back up, holding ass and moving away from Shadow. As Shadow stumbles back a bit, he leans against the rope, rubbing his neck as he then bounces off of the ropes and as Switchy turns around, Shadow clotheslines Switchy. SwitchBlade goes down and immediately gets back up for Shadow to continue running to the ropes, bounce off of them and once again clothesline Switchy. With that second one, Switchy gets back up, as Shadow stops and then begins throwing wild right hands. He lands one, and then another, followed by another followed another clothesline.

RW: Five minutes into the match Shadow doing the smart thing. Keeping to punches and clotheslines. Saving his energy.

JC: Yeah, Switchy’s headlock can affect Shadow later on in the match.

Back to the ring and SwitchBlade is getting back up. Once up, Shadow grabs his left arm and swings around to lock in an arm drag. SwitchBlade screams out in pain, as Shadow then drops to the mat taking SwitchBlade with him. With Switchy lying face down, Shadow lies at 90 degrees to his back and pulls back hard. After a while, Shadow then turns himself around so that he can get his hand behind Switchy’s head and bring him to his feet. As he still has it locked in, Shadow goes to let go, but Switchy has other ideas and quickly reverses it. He then moves around behind Shadow to lock in a Full Neilson hold.

RW: I think we all know what is going to happen here.

Just as Switchy goes to lift Shadow, Shadow breaks the hold on his right, tucks himself in and Full Nelson take downs SwitchBlade and quickly brings his left leg over Switchy’s throat and pulls out on the arm locking in another arm lock.

JC: Well I wasn’t expecting that. I guess when you have been in the game long like Shadow, you can get out of Shadow.

RW: I guess so. Damn, I thought I had it.

Back to the action as the ten minute mark passes and is still pulling on that arm as Switchy is making some progress to the ropes.

RW: Look at the strength of SwitchBlade, he is pulling himself and Shadow.

JC: It’s the intensity, although maybe he should tap, that way he can save his energy and get the pin somewhere else in the next fifty minutes.

SwitchBlade eventually pulls himself to the ropes as Tyson starts the five count for Shadow. At the count of four, Shadow lets go and gets up before getting into Tyson’s face. As he does this, SwitchBlade begins to use the ropes to get back up. Before Switchy gets back to his feet however, Shadow walks over to SwitchBlade, once again, grabs his arm and then whips him over a turnbuckle. Shadow then walks his way over to SwitchBlade and attempts to punch SwitchBlade, but Switchy blocks it and knife-edge chops. Switchy then follows up with another , this time pushing Shadow back. Switchy then lands another and then another. SwitchBlade then takes advantage of Shadow in pain and whips Shadow to the ropes, once Shadow returns, SwitchBlade then lifts up Shadow for a Flapjack, but turns it into an Implant DDT.

RW: Holy Shit.

JC: How is Shadow’s neck?

As both men are on the mat, Switchy then rolls himself onto Shadow and goes for a pin.

1…
2…

Kick out as Shadow gets his shoulders off of the mat. Switchblade then rolls off of Shadow and asks Tyson how much longer as Tyson yells out 45 minutes. SwitchBlade then shakes his head in disbelief and then begins to get back up. Once up, he brings Shadow to his feet and then goes back to the headlock. SwitchBlade wrenches on Shadow’s neck as Shadow tries to use his bare strength the pull the arm down of SwitchBlade, but he is unable to as Switchy then runs forward and then drops Shadow with a Bulldog. SwitchBlade then rolls Shadow over as he goes for the pin again.

1..
2..
Kickout

again as SwitchBlade just can not believe it.

RW: How in the hell is that 40+ man kicking out.

JC: He is Shadow. That’s the only explanation you need.

With SwitchBlade on his knees, he grabs Shadow’s head and then brings himself and Shadow up. Once up, SwitchBlade then whips Shadow across to the turn he was at moments ago. He then looks at Tyson again asking for the time as Tyson yells out 40 minutes. SwitchBlade then rolls his eyes as he then runs at Shadow and looks to splash him, but Shadow raises his right foot and Switchy goes head first into it. Once Switchy lands, he backs up as Shadow then quickly drops down and drop toes SwitchBlade on to the bottom turnbuckle corner. As SwitchBlade remains motionless, Shadow then uses the ropes to get back up, and proceeds to kick SwitchBlade in the back of the neck.

RW: Shadow softening that neck of SwitchBlade.

JC: Yeah.

Shadow then stops kicking SwitchBlade’s neck and brings Switchy to his feet and spins him and rests him against the turnbuckle. From there, Shadow climbs up the second turnbuckle and proceeds to land punches into SwitchBlade’s forehead as the crowd count to 9 with the punches. Shadow then leaves the tenth and decides to hop down, only to lift SwitchBlade to the top rope. Shadow then goes up the second rope and throws a few punches again and then hooks up SwitchBlade for a Super Suplex. But before Shadow can throw him off, SwitchBlade pushes Shadow off from the top rope. With Shadow down, SwitchBlade then begins to turn around. S he looks to the crowd in front of him, he waves to them and then flies of, landing a moonsault. As he connects, he quickly grabs Shadow’s legs and goes for the pin.

1..
2..
3.

RW: OUR FIRST PIN.

JC: SwitchBlade is 1 and 0 on Shadow with 32 minutes to go.

As SwitchBlade rolls off of Shadow, he holds his stomach in pain. With both men down on the mat, Tyson begins his ten counts. At three, both men roll on to their backs. At five, SwitchBlade is on his knees. At six Shadow is on his knees. At 8 both men are about to get up and at nine and a half, both men are on their feet, stumbling back to the ropes behind each man.

RW: Both men are so worn out, and they still have another half hour to go.

JC: And this why way you focus on small moves at the start. By now, Switchy’s arms would be killing him.

RW: True…True.

Back to the ring and SwitchBlade then runs at Shadow. As he goes to clothesline Shadow, Shadow once again raises his foot and once again SwitchBlade meets Shadow’s foot. As Switchy then stumbles back, Shadow then grabs SwitchBlade by the arm again, brings him in and then vertical suplex’s SwitchBlade. As Shadow then keeps the hold in, he bring SwitchBlade with him, and then snap Suplex’s him. As Shadow once again keeps it locked in, he brings Switchy back to his feet and once again tries to suplex him, but SwitchBlade blocks it. Shadow tries again and SwitchBlade blocks it again. SwitchBlade then snap suplex’s Shadow. Still keeping the hold, he brings Shadow up and then does another snap suplex. As SwitchBlade then looks to do another. He then uses all the strength he has left and lifts Shadow up high, and then suddenly drops him with a Brainbuster.

RW: There is the beck of Shadow again. He is going to be really sore tomorrow.

JC: But SwitchBlade is thinking smart. Both of his finishers involve the neck. And look at that, 25 minutes to go. Right now, SwitchBlade has Shadow right where he needs him, with a bad neck.

SwitchBlade then goes for the pin again as he drags his arm over Shadow’s neck.

1..
2..
Kickout by Shadow as SwitchBlade just looks at Tyson as Tyson yells two. SwitchBlade then gets to his feet and then begins to kick Shadow. After about five, SwitchBlade then once again, brings Shadow to his feet, and then whips him across to a turnbuckle. Shadow then bounces off of the turnbuckle and stumbles back as SwitchBlade walks up to him and grabs him in a Sidewalk Slam manner and from there, drops him. With Shadow still on his back, Switchy goes for the cover the again.

1..
2..
Kickout.

RW: He still kicks out. Why doesn’t he give up? He is too old to keep doing this.

JC: He has his pride. Let him have this.

As SwitchBlade then looks at Tyson, he taps his wrist looking for the time as Tyson yells out 20 minutes. SwitchBlade just smiles, obviously glad that is almost over. As SwitchBlade then brings Shadow to his feet once again, SwitchBlade then sends Shadow once again to the ropes and when he returns, throws a wild punch at Shadow stopping Shadow in his tracks. SwitchBlade then repeats the whip again, to once again stop Shadow with a punch.

JC: See how smart Switchy is there. He is using no energy, but is really hurting Shadow.

RW: Yeah.

SwitchBlade then once again throws Shadow to the ropes, and when he would go for the punch, SwitchBlade then tries a Superkick, but Shadow catches it, shakes his head and then pulls himself towards SwitchBlade to then put his hand in SwitchBlade’s mouth locking in The Claw. SwitchBlade then begins waving his arms all around the place, trying to get out, but the more he waves his arms, the more the pain comes in as SwitchBlade then goes down to one leg, and then the other. As Shadow looks around, he gives a smirk as he then falls to the mat, pushing SwitchBlade to the mat as he lies on his back. So with SwitchBlade on his back and Shadow lying on his stomach, they remain like that for a minute as Shadow still have his Claw in. Finally, Tyson then lifts Switchy’s right hand, but it drops immediately. He then repeats it for it to drop again. Tyson then lift’s the hand once more, holding it high in the air and then it falls.

RW: WITH 15 MINUTES TO GO..SHADOW EVENS THE SCORE.

JC: But how much Energy do these guys have left.

Shadow then releases the claw, he then gets back to his feet slowly and falls back into the ropes. SwitchBlade looks to be out cold on the mat. But then the fans chant “SwitchBlade” and his arm begins to move, SwitchBlade then gets up slowly, he then uses his arms and pushes him self back up, SwitchBlade and Shadow both stand just looking at each other. Then SwitchBlade walks forward, then charges and tries to hit a close line, but Shadow side steps him and hits SwitchBlade in the back of the neck with a chop sending SwitchBlade to his knees and Shadow into the ropes.

JC: Even though it looks like Shadow is in control, his old body is tired and wont be able to keep up with Switchblade.

RW: You never know though, this is Shadow. He can do any thing.

Shadow then grabs SwitchBlade and throws him toward the ringpost, then Shadow picks him up and sets him up on the turnbuckle, Shadow then climbs up and SwitchBlade is out of it and looks like he wont be able to counter what ever is coming his way, Shadow then sets him up and connects with “Falling Through the Looking Glass” and the crowd yells out OWW at that landing. Shadow then goes to cover SwitchBlade and Tyson starts a count.

1…
2…
KICKOUT!

JC: HELL NO!

RW: YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!

JC: NO ONE KICKS OUT OF THAT!

RW: DUDE SWITCHBLADE SHOULD BE DEAD!

The fans start a “SwitchBlade” Chant once more as Shadow can not believe that he kicked out from that. Shadow looks down at SwitchBlade and he looks lifeless, but then the fans begin to cheer as SwitchBlade begins to get back up, Shadow also gets back up, SwitchBlade is to his feet and then punchs Shadow right in the face and then hits “Deep Cut”, SwitchBlade then goes for a cover.

1…
2…
KICKOUT!

JC: BLOODY HELL!

RW: COME ON! JEBUS!

SwitchBlade then screams out in frustration, he then picks up Shadow and sends him into the corner, SwitchBlade then sets Shadow up on the top turnbuckle, then SwitchBlade sets up Shadow for a “Falling Through the Looking Glass”, BUT WAIT!, Shadow Counters it and hits his move “Falling Through the Looking Glass” one more time!. Shadow then goes for a cover.

RW: 1…

JC: 2…

Crowd: 3!

DING

DING

DING!

Harvey Vaughn: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match is SHADOW!

JC: And with only two minutes left my god.

The fans begin to cheer for the match that have just seen. Shadow then gets to his feet and takes a second to catch his breath. SwitchBlade then gets up and the fans begin to cheer, Shadow then walks over to SwitchBlade and extends a hand, and SwitchBlade excepts and the fans begin to cheer, then SwitchBlade exits the ring as we fade to a promo for Inferno.

Winner: Shadow

Match Number Nine
Brandi James* versus Damien Sparks
(World Heavyweight Title Match)

RW: Well Johnny, this is it. The main event!

JC: No doubt this is going to be HUGE! Damien Sparks! Brandi James! God vs. Goddess for the SFT World Championship. What more could you ask for?

RW: I don't think I could! Who do you think will win?

JC: There's no way to know. These two are the best in the business. You can't choose!

RW: Well we're about to find out right here tonight. Lets cut to the ring.

(The camera cuts to Candy Peaks standing at the center of the ring with a microphone in hand. Suddenly, the arena lights cut out for a moment, then suddenly red and white lights flicker all round the arena. "Cocky" hits and the arena fills with boo's. Red and white pyro streams from the top of the entrance with "Wrestling's Numero Uno" Damien Sparks standing just in front of it. He looks around at the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face as he slowly makes his way to the ring, taunting the jeering fans on the way.)

Candy Peaks: This is the main event of the night. It's scheduled for one fall, and is for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship. First making his way to the ring, the challenger, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada&DAMIEN SPARKS!

(Damien climbs the steel steps, and enters into the ring. He then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him, and taunts the fans one more time. They boo him, but they still admire the man. He leaps back down, and walks calmly to the center of the ring as his song ends. He looks ahead at the entrance awaiting Brandi James.)

RW: Damien definitely looks ready to wrestle here tonight folks.

JC: Are you kidding? He has to be at his best tonight. This is his most important match to date. He's well prepared for whatever Brandi has for him.

(The lights dim again and "Get Naked" by Tommy Lee starts up. As the song picks up, two shots of purple and silver pyro shoot straight up towards the arena's rafters. As the smoke clears, "The Goddess" Brandi James stands at the top of the ramp doing a sexy pose with the SFT World Title around her waist.)

Candy Peaks: And now making her way to the ring, hailing from Miami Florida, she is the SFT World Heavyweight Champion&BRANDI JAMES!

(Brandi seductively makes her way down the ramp and up the stairs. Brandi then steps under the second rope and into the ring. Brandi jumps up on the ropes. She raises her arms in the air and some pyro shoots off. She jumps off the rope and goes to the referee. She takes off the world title, and hands it to the referee who raises it in the air, and then hands it to an official at ringside. Brandi walks over to the center of the ring where she meets Sparks eye to eye.)

RW: You can cut the tension with a knife, folks.

JC: It's two friends battling it out for the belt. No doubt this one's going to be a classic.

(The two stare at each other for a long time as the song ends. The crowd cheers for the match to begin. Candy exits out of the ring, and the bell rings. The match officially begins. At first nothing happens; it is the calm before the storm. Damien then backs up a bit, and holds out his hand much to the shock of the fans. Brandi looks at it, and smiles. She shakes Damien's hand, and then backs away herself. The two circle around each other to see who makes the first move. Instead, both Damien and Brandi lock up, and Damien immediately pushes Brandi into the turnbuckle. He taunts her, but Brandi just smirks. She walks up to Damien, and the two lock up again. Brandi goes down on one knee, but then swings herself behind Damien, and tackles him down to the mat. She immediately grabs Damien by the neck, and applies a sleeper hold variation. Damien picks himself up though, and pushes Brandi into the ropes. He holds his neck not expecting that from her. Brandi comes right back on Damien, and again the two lock up. Damien is able to grab Brandi's right arm, and applies a hammerlock. Brandi grabs Damien by the neck again, and snap mares him down. She then picks herself up, and dropkicks him in the head. She goes for a quick pin.)

Referee: 1&kickout.

(Damien lifts a shoulder, and immediately gets back up. Brandi is right on him though, and throws a few forearm shots to the side of the head. She Irish whips him into the ropes, and bends foreword looking for a back body drop, but Damien is able to kick her in the head. He holds her face, and backs into the ropes. Damien then runs towards her, and clotheslines her over the top rope. Damien then exits the ring, and picks up Brandi again.)

RW: And already the two have taken it outside.

JC: There's no telling what's going to happen out here.

(Damien drags Brandi over to the steel steps, and attempts an Irish whip into the steps, but Brandi reverses, and Damien goes shoulder first into the steps. Brandi walks up to Damien, and picks him up.)

Referee: 1&2&3&4&

(Brandi tosses Damien into the ring, but leaves his head over the ring. She then climbs up on the apron herself, leaps off it, and lands an elbow on Damien's neck. He rolls into the rings trying to catch his breath. Brandi slides into the ring, and picks Damien back up. She gives him a few chops to the chest with the crowd going "WHOOO" after each chop. She then irish whips Damien into a turnbuckle, and goes for a running clothesline, but he moves out of the way, and Brandi hits the turnbuckle hard. Damien the grabs Brandi from behind, and hits her with a high angle backdrop. He goes for the pin.)

Referee: 1&2&kick out!

(Damien picks up Brandi by her hair, and then delivers a hard side slam. He hooks the leg for another pin attempt.)

Referee: 1&2&kick out!

(He picks up Brandi again, and places her between his leg. He smirks, and taunts the crowd who give him a friendly boo. He lifts Brandi up in the air looking to hit a powerbomb, but she is able to punch Damien in the head once, twice, three, four times before he falls to the ground with Brandi on top of him. The referee makes the count.)

Referee: 1&2&kick out!

RW: And Brandi almost got a surprise win on Sparks.

JC: So far it appears that the two are about equal in the ring. I still don't know who'll win.

RW: Well it's a great match either way.

JC: So true&

(Brandi gets off of Damien, and starts climbing the turnbuckle closest to her. She stands perched like a hawk. Damien slowly gets back up, and turns around. Brandi leaps off, and hits a beautiful missile dropkick into his chest. Brandi gets up, and covers Damien for another pin attempt.)

Referee: 1&2&kick out!

(Brandi gets a little annoyed, but keeps right on Damien. She runs the ropes, and hits a running leg drop on him. She then grabs Damien's head, and applies another sleeper hold. She keeps it on tight, and Damien struggles to get free. Soon he starts showing signs of losing consciousness, and he drifts off. The referee goes up to Damien, and lifts his arm up once&it falls. He lifts it up a second time&it falls again. He lifts it up for a third time&and it only falls halfway before it starts shaking, and makes a fist. Brandi gets shocked, and tries to keep the hold on, but before she knows it, Damien is standing tall, and backs Brandi into a turnbuckle. He turns around, and places Brandi on the top rope. He then starts climbing up with her, and it looks like he's going for a superplex. He lifts her up in the air, and keeps her there for a while before finally falling back, and both wrestlers hits the mat hard.)

RW: A nice superplex by Sparks!

JC: Yeah, but now he has to capitalize on it, and go for the pin.

(Damien slowly lifts himself up, and puts a hand over Brandi. The referee makes the count.)

Referee: 1&2&kick out!

(Brandi is somehow able to lift a shoulder in the air. Damien gets pissed, and pulls himself back up using the ropes. He starts climbing the top rope again, and looks back at Brandi. He then taunts the crowd, and performs Long Kiss Goodnight! But Brandi is able to get her legs up, and Damien lands on them hard.)

RW: Did you see that? Sparks was trying to win the match with Brandi's own move!

JC: But I think he underestimated Brandi's ring knowledge. That's what could cost him the world title.

(Brandi slowly picks herself up, and walks over to Damien. She lifts him up from the mat, taunts the crowd, and goes for Ego Trip! Damien instead back body drops Brandi to the mat. She gets up right away only to be met with a fierce clothesline by Damien.)

RW: Well I guess it didn't hurt in trying.

JC: I think those two are just trying to one-up each other.

RW: Well of course. Their egos combined could fill a hot air balloon at the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade!

JC: You never cease to amaze me, Randy&

(Damien grabs Brandi, and hits her with a belly to back suplex. He then starts stomping a mud hole in her stomach. When he finishes, he picks her up, and carries her over to a turnbuckle. He grabs her by the head, and goes to bang her head on the turnbuckle pad multiple times, but Brandi is able to put her hands out to stop it. She then elbows Damien in the gut, and she bangs his head into the turnbuckle pad once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten times! Damien starts walking funny around the ring, and then falls face first to the mat. Brandi picks up Damien again, and snap suplexes him down. She then climbs the top rope, and it looks like she's going for Long Kiss Goodnight, but Damien gets up right away, grabs Brandi, and tosses her back down to the mat. Brandi gets up, and Damien clotheslines her back down. He goes for a pin.)

Referee: 1&2&kick out!

(Damien picks Brandi back up, and hits her with Superiority Complex. Instead of pinning her though, he grabs Brandi's legs, and locks on a sharpshooter. Brandi screams out in pain, but doesn't tap. She tries making her way to the ropes, but Damien pulls her back to the center. She bangs a fist on the mat trying not to succumb to the pain. After what feels like an eternity for her, she eventually reaches the ropes, but Damien keeps the hold on. The referee makes a count.)

Referee: 1&2&3&get off her&4&

(Damien releases the hold, and gets in the referee's face. They both argue, and that causes the referee to push Damien back. Damien gets wide eyed, and looks like he's about to kill the referee, when suddenly, Brandi pushes Damien into the ref, and of course the referee hits his head on the turnbuckle, and falls unconscious.)

RW: And the referee is down!

JC: You'd think we could get better referees. I mean the guy falls after a small bump to the head!

RW: Maybe he's sensitive.

JC: Well let's get some REAL referees. You know like Mills Lane. Now THERE'S a referee!

RW: Isn't he a judge now?

JC: &shut up you!

(Damien turns around, and is met with a hurricarana by Brandi. She then climbs the top rope, and hits Damien with Long Kiss Goodnight! She picks herself up, climbs the top rope again, and hits him with ANOTHER Long Kiss Goodnight! She goes for the pin, but there's no referee around. She slams the mat three times, but nobody shows up. She gets up, and picks up the fallen referee. She slaps him in the face to wake him up. When the ref comes to his sense, Brandi turns around looking to get back to her pin, but ends up seeing a now-standing Damien kick her in the gut, and deliver Ego Trip! Before he can make the pin though, he collapses in pain, and both combatants are out. the referee starts making the count.)

Referee: 1&2&3&4&5&6&

(Damien is the first to start getting up.)

Referee: 7&8&9&

(Damien notices Brandi still knocked out on the ground, but instead of letting the referee count, he picks up Brandi, and both wrestlers are up before the count of 10.)

JC: Wait a minute&why did Sparks help Brandi up? He could have won!

RW: I don't think that's the way he wanted to win. He has a lot of respect for Brandi, and I think they both want this match to end on a good note.

JC: Oh yeah? Well you're a stupid idiot dumb head!

RW: Are you still talking?

JC: Shut up!

(Damien drags Brandi over to the turnbuckle again, and lifts her up on the turnbuckle. He then climbs the top rope with her, and it looks like he's going for another superplex. But WAIT! Brandi comes back to life, and throws a mad barrage of punches to the face of Damien. She then pushes him down, and Damien hits the mat hard. Brandi taunts the crowd as they go crazy. She then leaps and hits Long Kidd Goodnight on Damien! Brandi slowly goes to Damien, and covers him.)

Referee: 1&&..2&&KICK OUT!

(The crowd is in shock, and so is Brandi. He gets up slowly, and climbs the top rope again. She looks down at Damien and smile. She hits him with ANOTHER Long Kiss Goodnight, and goes for another pin.)

RW: This is it&it HAS to be!

Referee: 1&&&2&&..3! That's it!

(The bell sounds and "Get Naked" starts playing again. Both Brandi and Damien are out on the mat.)

RW: I don't believe it! Brandi James won!

JC: She defeated Damien, but not before taking one hell of a beating!

RW: Those two put on a great show.

(Brandi slowly gets up, and the referee hands her the world title, which she proudly waves in the air.)

Candy Peaks: The winner of this match&and STILL SFT World Champion&BRANDI JAMES!

(Brandi leans on the ropes trying to catch her breath. Damien starts to get up now. He hears her music, and finds out he lost. He looks over at Brandi, and the music soon stops. Brandi and Damien both meet each other eye to eye again. Brandi smiles, and gives Damien a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Damien smiles as well, and he raises Brandi's hand in the air.)

RW: What a match! It went back and forth so many times.

JC: Brandi just somehow mustered up the strength to win this one. She's going to be a great world champion&

RW: No Johnny she IS a great world champion.

Winner: Brandi James

Closing

RW: Awesome awesome match. That match alone was worth the price of the ppv.

Before Randy can finish, Chop Suey begins to play again as Shadow comes walking out. The crowd cheer as they see SFT’s owner standing at the rampway. He has his cane in his left hand and the mic in his right. His face is clean as he has washed off his face paint from his match earlier that evening.

He waits for the crowd to settle.

Shadow: “Thank you. I hope everyone had a good time tonight. As you know this ppv I dedicated to my fallen friend Legion. Not so many remember him nowadays, he ha become a faint memory, but for those of us who do remember him we remember him fondly and with great respect. He was one of a kind, and none before and none after will ever be like him. And before this night ends I just want to say “Thank you Joseph, for being my friend, for everything. Rest In Peace my friend. We are Legion...for we are many.”

And with that RW and JC just nod in approval.

JC: Nicely said, no big hoopla just some nice words on a great night.

RW and JC together Good night and Godbless.

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