Strike Fantasy Towers Lethal Lottery: "Hallowed Ground"™ October 26, 2003 Sunday Night 08:00pm Live From San Antonio, TX
Opening
The arena is silent, the lights are still deemed down a bit, the arena is dark, we look down from the top as fans are taking there seats, because its 7:59 PM and the show is about to begin soon. We look around and see stage workers down below setting up something. Then as there are no more fans coming through the doors, and every one is seated. The Clock on the Stirke-tron shows 8:00, it then clicks over to 8:01. Then pyro shoots off rapidly from the ring, from the ramp way, and the stage. Then the music begins to play. Steve and Phil then walk out from the back and onto the Stage. The fans then begin to cheer them as they walk down the ramp way and around the ring. They then get to their commentators table. They put on there headsets and start this show off….
Pyro begins to crack, and the fans begin to cheer as the music gets louder.
Phil: Hello every one and welcome to Hallowed Ground. What a fucking spectacular night this will be. As you all know I am Phil, and sitting beside me is my good buddy Steve.
Steve: Its great to be here to start this show off. I mean it looks to be one of the best in a long time.
Phil: Tonight in our main event, we have for the second time, Damien Sparks to take on Brandi James in a World Title Match.
Steve: And most are saying, and its true, the only reason Sparks is here is because he had Dean at gunpoint and requested this match. But as we have seen over the week, Sparks does not want it now. It’s going to be interesting to see how this night turns out, and who will be walking out with the world title.
Phil: Also tonight we have Connor MacDaddy playing Superman as he takes on a man who is returning for one Night to show he can still hang, in what looks like one very kick arse match, he takes on Kyle Murphy in the battle of the XCW Legends.
Steve: But not only that, later on he takes on Radiant in a Title vs. Title match. Who ever wins walks out a double champion, and it doesn’t look good for Mr. MacDaddy.
Phil: Then we have a number one contender ship match for the world title, This match was made by Glenn Owen who will be handing his title shot over to the winner tonight, and not only that, he is the referee. Dave Steel vs. Sean Lane vs. Triple X, its going to be one hell of a fight. And with Glenn Owen as the referee, who knows what’s going to go down.
Steve: And then the Match that has every one talking. A former legend of the past from XCW has also come back. Most would remember him as a Legend, a Myth; this match walks the earth just as a wonderer. The man named Ghost will be returning tonight to take on our president Erik Dean. This match has been talked about sense the month begin when Dean was searching for this man. He found him and here tonight he will return to the ring.
Phil: Also tonight Myris takes on Accountant in a US title match, and Virus 2.0 will take on Allisa O’ Toole for the lightweight title, another match which also has people talking.
Steve: This show is going to be so fucking awesome.
Then the lights dim once again, we here a few thuds on the speakers. Then green pyro shoots off as “One of a Kind” by Breaking Point hits the PA system. The crowd goes completely insane as the lyrics play. Then we can see a person standing on the ramp way in a black trench coat, black jeans, black t-shirt, and black sunglasses. The man takes them off and its known now that the man is Erik Dean. Fans start screaming as Dean calls for the music to be cut, Dean then reaches down into his trench coat and grabs a microphone.
Erik Dean: HELLO SAN ANTONIO!
Fans cheer
Erik Dean: Every one I welcome you to Hallowed Ground. I promise you all that this will be one show you all will never forget. Such great names are here tonight, and some former Legends of the Past are even here tonight and will be performing. As you all know Kyle Murphy is here tonight, and even a Ghost will be walking the halls and entering the ring.
Fans cheer again.
Erik Dean: Most of you will notice that things have been going downhill, most are leaving, and you all are finding your self bored with us. It happens, our hardcore fans will notice every year around this time this will happen. But as you all also notice, we bounce back, and we always bounce back better, and stronger. Most tonight are most likely tuning into RWA’s Shockwave. But as I look around here tonight, and see this packed in crowd, no one is leaving there seats, every one is cheering, no one left to go see there show. You all are here. And I am grateful to all of you who are sticking around to see us bounce back. You all are the true fans. And to our superstars who stay with us, and do not leave to go to RWA or any other fed for that matter. My thanks goes out to every one here tonight who showed up, who will be performing, and to the people who are watching. Thank you.
Fans begin to cheer and clap.
Erik Dean: Its because of you all, that we are here. That I am here. And I am still here, because this place is my home, and I will never leave it. And most of you feel the same way. For so long you have either watched us, been with us. or worked for us, and if you leave, you seem to always find your self coming back, that’s what SFT is known for, you will leave from time to time, but you will always come back. For so long I did that, I left, came back, left, came back. And as you will notice, I stopped doing that. I am still here. Why leave and keep coming back, you know you are going to come back, so why not stay.
Erik Dean: Most of the people out there will grow tired of watching other feds, and performing in other feds, and will find there way back here in time. And we will always be here. For you, the fans.
Erik Dean: Again I want to thank you all. And I hope you enjoy the show.
Dean then walks back into the back, but before he leaves, he raises his hand and tells every one to look up at the arena roof, all of a sudden an SFT Flag drops from the roof and is hanging down. The Fans begin to cheer loudly as Dean walks to the back.
Phil: What a way to start of the show.
Steve: Thank you all for tuning in. and lets get this show on the road.
Phil: Welcome to the first match of the night. Should be interesting to say the least. Steve: We'll see, you can tell allot about a ppv by its first match. Phil: Big Dwarf Clown Dude is no more, looks like Bastard is now taking his shot. Steve: What is it with guys not sticking around more than 1 week? heh The Bell rings and they go at it. Bastard with the first advantage with several power moves, followed by a clothesline into a Fisherman Suplex. Rico gets up to his feet, but stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Bastard grins and charges, hitting Rico with a horrendous clothesline, sending Rico up into the air, and causes him to land on top of the ropes. Bastard shoves Rico off to the outside with a simple push. Rico lands on the back of his head and shoulder, and lies limp on the floor outside. Bastard parades around the ring, and slides out after nearly two minutes have passed. He walks the perimeter of the ring, searching for Rico, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Bastard looks around him, but still fails to see the TV champ. He peers over the security barrier, but he’s not there either. Bastard turns back, and nearly gets a big boot to the face from Rico! But Bastard captures the leg, keeping it high in the air, and wraps his arms around Rico. He throws him over his head with a capture suplex that sends Rico crashing to the floor. Bastard capitalises with a falling fist over Rico’s throat followed by an unorthodox submission move locking Rico’s legs under his own weight, crossing the TV champ’s arms over his chest and then gripping his hands from behind his back… a sort of boston crab almost. Rico refuses to give up, but he is soon crying out in pain. The referee tries to break it up, but can’t. Bastard refuses to let go. Steve: A submission won’t work outside the ring, he might as well just let Rico go. The referee ends up pulling a worked up Bastard off of Rico, and sends him into the ring. The ref waits until Rico is up and back in the ring too before allowing it to continue even further. Phil: Bastard really wants to show that he has what it takes to be a champion here in the SFT, doesn’t he? Rico limps forward and tries to hit Bastard with a jab. Bastard steps back and laughs. He then continued to take Smith with a boot to the face. He covers. 1… 2… Kick out! Steve: Rico only just manages to lift his shoulder up off the mat. Bastard growls and lifts Rico up, takes two steps back, and then leaps forward with a superkick! Rico falls back, hits the ropes, and is thrown forward but hit with a kick to the gut! Bastard shoves a bent over Rico between his legs, hooks his arms and lifts him up into the air! TRAUMATISED (double underhook piledriver)! Rico is dropped on his head and collapses on the mat. Bastard claps for himself and gets up. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and immediately leaps off, hitting Rico Smith with BASTARDISED (corkscrew legdrop)! Bastard holds him back for a second, but then covers Rico Smith again. 1! 2! 3! Bastard is the new TV champion! Steve: Hey… HEY! WHAT THE HELL!? From behind, The Accountant hits Bastard with a facebuster and locks in The Audit (sharpshooter) on Bastard. The last shot shows Bastard shaking his head, but still refusing to give up. It shows the Accountant screaming, like he's already won. But there and then...
Steve: We'll see, you can tell allot about a ppv by its first match.
Phil: Big Dwarf Clown Dude is no more, looks like Bastard is now taking his shot.
Steve: What is it with guys not sticking around more than 1 week? heh
The Bell rings and they go at it. Bastard with the first advantage with several power moves, followed by a clothesline into a Fisherman Suplex.
Rico gets up to his feet, but stumbles back into the turnbuckle. Bastard grins and charges, hitting Rico with a horrendous clothesline, sending Rico up into the air, and causes him to land on top of the ropes. Bastard shoves Rico off to the outside with a simple push. Rico lands on the back of his head and shoulder, and lies limp on the floor outside.
Bastard parades around the ring, and slides out after nearly two minutes have passed. He walks the perimeter of the ring, searching for Rico, but he’s nowhere to be seen. Bastard looks around him, but still fails to see the TV champ. He peers over the security barrier, but he’s not there either. Bastard turns back, and nearly gets a big boot to the face from Rico!
But Bastard captures the leg, keeping it high in the air, and wraps his arms around Rico. He throws him over his head with a capture suplex that sends Rico crashing to the floor. Bastard capitalises with a falling fist over Rico’s throat followed by an unorthodox submission move locking Rico’s legs under his own weight, crossing the TV champ’s arms over his chest and then gripping his hands from behind his back… a sort of boston crab almost. Rico refuses to give up, but he is soon crying out in pain. The referee tries to break it up, but can’t. Bastard refuses to let go.
Steve: A submission won’t work outside the ring, he might as well just let Rico go.
The referee ends up pulling a worked up Bastard off of Rico, and sends him into the ring. The ref waits until Rico is up and back in the ring too before allowing it to continue even further.
Phil: Bastard really wants to show that he has what it takes to be a champion here in the SFT, doesn’t he?
Rico limps forward and tries to hit Bastard with a jab. Bastard steps back and laughs. He then continued to take Smith with a boot to the face. He covers.
1… 2… Kick out!
Steve: Rico only just manages to lift his shoulder up off the mat.
Bastard growls and lifts Rico up, takes two steps back, and then leaps forward with a superkick! Rico falls back, hits the ropes, and is thrown forward but hit with a kick to the gut! Bastard shoves a bent over Rico between his legs, hooks his arms and lifts him up into the air! TRAUMATISED (double underhook piledriver)! Rico is dropped on his head and collapses on the mat. Bastard claps for himself and gets up. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and immediately leaps off, hitting Rico Smith with BASTARDISED (corkscrew legdrop)! Bastard holds him back for a second, but then covers Rico Smith again.
1! 2! 3!
Bastard is the new TV champion!
Steve: Hey… HEY! WHAT THE HELL!?
From behind, The Accountant hits Bastard with a facebuster and locks in The Audit (sharpshooter) on Bastard. The last shot shows Bastard shaking his head, but still refusing to give up. It shows the Accountant screaming, like he's already won. But there and then...
Winner: Bastard
We see a car, Megan's purple BMW in fact. The truck is slammed and there stands Megan. Her hair is tied up in a tight braid and out of the way. Her knuckles and wrists are wrapped with black electrical tape and so is the top of her fingers. She wears a pair of blue jeans, kneepads on the outside and a T-shirt reading "Death Match Queen" in gold letters. Megan grabs something from the car and lifts it up. It appears to be a baseball bat. Megan begins to walk forward, out from behind the car. She wears thick doc martins and a giant, evil smile. Just as she walks about 10 feet away from the car, the entire place that was once dark, lights like a football pitch. Megan laughs and looks around. There stands stacks of cars, scraps of metal, tires, pieces of broke construction equipment and even a bus. MEGAN: HEY! YOU WANT A DEATHMATCH GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE AND LETS GO! Her voice echoes inside the mountains of cars and she continues to walk deeper and deeper into the dangerous field of dirt, oil and death. Suddenly, there is another voice, a familiar man's voice. MAN: About time. I didn't think it would take you long. MEGAN: Get your ass out here. Megan looks around, spinning slowly in her spot, looking everywhere. She has her back turned when suddenly a dark figure comes out between a stack of cars and whacks her with an Ax Handle Smash. Megan falls to her knees, her left hand landing on some broken window glass. She lets out a loud "Ow" and tries to regain her footing. The dark figure backs up and taunts her. Megan stands up and looks at the man. He is the man we have seen many times in those videos that just egg Megan forward. He still wears the black wielders outfit and the mask. MEGAN: That's a pretty cheap shot coming from a fucking pussy. MAN: Cheap? Cheap? You wanna know what is cheap? MEGAN: No, actually, I don't. I just wanna kill you and get my daughter back. MAN: Yeah, well, I want my father back and that isn't happening now is it. MEGAN: Oh, God, I didn't kill your father. In fact, I don't even know who your father is. MAN: You should. MEGAN: Well, why don't you educate me, fucker. MAN:(his breathing heavier) He was just as much yours as he was yours. MEGAN: (slowly)What? The man rips off the wielders mask and chucks it off the side. Megan's mouth drops and wants to cover it with her hand, but feels the pain of the glass embedded in it. His dark brown eyes stare at Megan and scream anger. His head is shaved, but there is enough to know he was blonde. MAN: Yeah, that's right. MEGAN: Dink... DINK: Don't fucking call me that. MEGAN: I didn't kill Brian. DINK: YES YOU DID! MEGAN: Listen, fuckhead, Brian died in an accident. DINK: No he didn't. He died when you closed P-W-S-F. MEGAN: I closed it because it just wasn't going right. DINK: You closed it because you were weak and couldn't handle it. You closed it because you wanted to see Brian die. MEGAN: WHAT? I DID NO SUCH THING! His death affected me just as much as you. DINK: (He begins to shake) Then you drove the knife deeper by outshining me. MEGAN: Mate, I think you need some serious help. DINK: No, the only one who is gonna need help is you, after I'm done with you. THIS IS FOR MY FATHER! He charges at Megan with the intent of hitting her with a clothesline. Megan ducts and slides out of the way. Dink goes flying at a high speed into nothing but air. He quickly turns around and charges for Megan. Megan taunts him and they lock up. Dink takes the upper hand whips Megan into dilapidated car, her elbow smashing through the passenger side window. She doesn't even show any signs of pain as he stands herself back up. Dink hand retrieved the baseball bat that Megan brought. Dink charges at Megan with the bat and swings it high above his head. Megan, leaning up against the car, sees it coming. She ducts and watches the baseball land on top of the car. Megan quickly looks for something to fight back with that when she sees a rather large hubcap. She crawls on the dirt and grabs it. Dink kicks Megan in the ribs just she grabs it. She lays on her back, grasping for air. He lowers the bat and sends it down at what feels like a million miles an hour at Megan. Megan lifts up the hubcap and stops he blow. She gives a kick to Dinks crotch and he falls back flat on his back, dropping the baseball bat. Megan regains her footing, looking up at the same time. Something catches her eyes. There it hangs, Baby Nelly's car seat hanging high above her from a crane. Megan gasps and runs toward the cranes cabin. Dink lets his leg out and Megan falls onto the rim of a tire. Blood starts to rush from a gash on the top of her head. Dink laughs, seeing the blood, as he raises to his feet. He grabs Megan by her braid and lifts to her feet. Megan tries desperately to get him to stop, but to no avail. He walks her over to a car and smashes her head into the trunk again and again. He finally stops and lets her lifeless body fall to the dirt. That is when the truck comes popping open. Dink looks inside and sees a tire jack. He pulls out the pipe part of it and grins like a mad man. He turns around but Megan is gone. He searches the junkyard for her but can't find her. That is when sound of an engine is heard and a bright spot light shines on him. He looks and sees Megan behind the wheel of a bulldozer. She lifts up the bucket and drives toward Dink at a high speed. Then suddenly the engine dies and the dozer comes to a complete stop. She tries to restart it but nothing. MEGAN: Shit. DINK: See, even God is on my side. MEGAN: Fuck you. Megan climbs out of the cabin on to the top of the bulldozer, and then onto the bucket, which is even higher. She takes a flying leap and lands a huge drop-kick on Dink, right on his head. He falls back as does Megan and they land in a pile of bodies. Megan is the first to move and she goes for the pipe. More blood has fallen into Megan's eyes and it's hard for her to see but she manages to find the pipe. She slides it into the back pocket of her jeans and lifts Dink to his feet. She grabs him by the head and runs with him, sliding him across the hood of a car into the windshield. Now he begins to bleed from a cut on his head. Megan climbs onto the top of the car and growls. She pulls out of the pipe and places it just right as to run perfectly with her arm. She leaps off the car and lands the pipe into Dinks spine. All you hear is a Dink screaming at the top his lungs. Megan slides of the hood and pulls Dink off the car by his feet. His body falls limp to the ground. DINK: I THINK YOU BROKE MY BACK! MEGAN: Better yours then mine. Megan nails him with a giant boot to his face, breaking his nose. His face is covered in blood. Megan lifts him up to sit up and hits him with a giant knee. She does this again, again and again and finally lets him go. He falls on to the dirt and lays there motionless, his face swelling and covered in blood. Megan limps her way to cabin of the crane. She lowers down the hook, till it just about 2 feet above the ground. Megan jumps out of the crane and rushes over to the car seat. She unclips Nelly and pulls her out of the car seat. Megan wraps her warm arms around Nelly's cool body. Megan looks Nelly and her face erupts with a happy smile. She begins to walk away from the junkyard but turns around and looks at everything. MEGAN: God, that was fun. Nelly just laughs and giggles and Megan begins to slowly walk toward her car. Megan opens her car door and places Nelly in her car seat, the same one in which she was stole from just about a month ago. Just this time Megan won't let her out of her sight for a second.
MEGAN: HEY! YOU WANT A DEATHMATCH GET YOUR FUCKING ASS OUT HERE AND LETS GO!
Her voice echoes inside the mountains of cars and she continues to walk deeper and deeper into the dangerous field of dirt, oil and death. Suddenly, there is another voice, a familiar man's voice.
MAN: About time. I didn't think it would take you long.
MEGAN: Get your ass out here.
Megan looks around, spinning slowly in her spot, looking everywhere. She has her back turned when suddenly a dark figure comes out between a stack of cars and whacks her with an Ax Handle Smash. Megan falls to her knees, her left hand landing on some broken window glass. She lets out a loud "Ow" and tries to regain her footing. The dark figure backs up and taunts her. Megan stands up and looks at the man. He is the man we have seen many times in those videos that just egg Megan forward. He still wears the black wielders outfit and the mask.
MEGAN: That's a pretty cheap shot coming from a fucking pussy.
MAN: Cheap? Cheap? You wanna know what is cheap?
MEGAN: No, actually, I don't. I just wanna kill you and get my daughter back.
MAN: Yeah, well, I want my father back and that isn't happening now is it.
MEGAN: Oh, God, I didn't kill your father. In fact, I don't even know who your father is.
MAN: You should.
MEGAN: Well, why don't you educate me, fucker.
MAN:(his breathing heavier) He was just as much yours as he was yours.
MEGAN: (slowly)What?
The man rips off the wielders mask and chucks it off the side. Megan's mouth drops and wants to cover it with her hand, but feels the pain of the glass embedded in it. His dark brown eyes stare at Megan and scream anger. His head is shaved, but there is enough to know he was blonde.
MAN: Yeah, that's right.
MEGAN: Dink...
DINK: Don't fucking call me that.
MEGAN: I didn't kill Brian.
DINK: YES YOU DID!
MEGAN: Listen, fuckhead, Brian died in an accident.
DINK: No he didn't. He died when you closed P-W-S-F.
MEGAN: I closed it because it just wasn't going right.
DINK: You closed it because you were weak and couldn't handle it. You closed it because you wanted to see Brian die.
MEGAN: WHAT? I DID NO SUCH THING! His death affected me just as much as you.
DINK: (He begins to shake) Then you drove the knife deeper by outshining me.
MEGAN: Mate, I think you need some serious help.
DINK: No, the only one who is gonna need help is you, after I'm done with you.
THIS IS FOR MY FATHER!
He charges at Megan with the intent of hitting her with a clothesline. Megan ducts and slides out of the way. Dink goes flying at a high speed into nothing but air. He quickly turns around and charges for Megan. Megan taunts him and they lock up. Dink takes the upper hand whips Megan into dilapidated car, her elbow smashing through the passenger side window. She doesn't even show any signs of pain as he stands herself back up. Dink hand retrieved the baseball bat that Megan brought. Dink charges at Megan with the bat and swings it high above his head. Megan, leaning up against the car, sees it coming. She ducts and watches the baseball land on top of the car. Megan quickly looks for something to fight back with that when she sees a rather large hubcap. She crawls on the dirt and grabs it. Dink kicks Megan in the ribs just she grabs it. She lays on her back, grasping for air. He lowers the bat and sends it down at what feels like a million miles an hour at Megan. Megan lifts up the hubcap and stops he blow. She gives a kick to Dinks crotch and he falls back flat on his back, dropping the baseball bat. Megan regains her footing, looking up at the same time. Something catches her eyes.
There it hangs, Baby Nelly's car seat hanging high above her from a crane. Megan gasps and runs toward the cranes cabin. Dink lets his leg out and Megan falls onto the rim of a tire. Blood starts to rush from a gash on the top of her head. Dink laughs, seeing the blood, as he raises to his feet. He grabs Megan by her braid and lifts to her feet. Megan tries desperately to get him to stop, but to no avail. He walks her over to a car and smashes her head into the trunk again and again. He finally stops and lets her lifeless body fall to the dirt. That is when the truck comes popping open. Dink looks inside and sees a tire jack. He pulls out the pipe part of it and grins like a mad man. He turns around but Megan is gone. He searches the junkyard for her but can't find her. That is when sound of an engine is heard and a bright spot light shines on him. He looks and sees Megan behind the wheel of a bulldozer. She lifts up the bucket and drives toward Dink at a high speed. Then suddenly the engine dies and the dozer comes to a complete stop. She tries to restart it but nothing.
MEGAN: Shit.
DINK: See, even God is on my side.
MEGAN: Fuck you.
Megan climbs out of the cabin on to the top of the bulldozer, and then onto the bucket, which is even higher. She takes a flying leap and lands a huge drop-kick on Dink, right on his head. He falls back as does Megan and they land in a pile of bodies. Megan is the first to move and she goes for the pipe. More blood has fallen into Megan's eyes and it's hard for her to see but she manages to find the pipe. She slides it into the back pocket of her jeans and lifts Dink to his feet. She grabs him by the head and runs with him, sliding him across the hood of a car into the windshield. Now he begins to bleed from a cut on his head. Megan climbs onto the top of the car and growls. She pulls out of the pipe and places it just right as to run perfectly with her arm. She leaps off the car and lands the pipe into Dinks spine. All you hear is a Dink screaming at the top his lungs. Megan slides of the hood and pulls Dink off the car by his feet. His body falls limp to the ground.
DINK: I THINK YOU BROKE MY BACK! MEGAN: Better yours then mine.
Megan nails him with a giant boot to his face, breaking his nose. His face is covered in blood. Megan lifts him up to sit up and hits him with a giant knee. She does this again, again and again and finally lets him go. He falls on to the dirt and lays there motionless, his face swelling and covered in blood. Megan limps her way to cabin of the crane. She lowers down the hook, till it just about 2 feet above the ground. Megan jumps out of the crane and rushes over to the car seat. She unclips Nelly and pulls her out of the car seat. Megan wraps her warm arms around Nelly's cool body. Megan looks Nelly and her face erupts with a happy smile. She begins to walk away from the junkyard but turns around and looks at everything.
MEGAN: God, that was fun.
Nelly just laughs and giggles and Megan begins to slowly walk toward her car. Megan opens her car door and places Nelly in her car seat, the same one in which she was stole from just about a month ago. Just this time Megan won't let her out of her sight for a second.
Steve: It's now time for Virus 2.0 to defend his Lightweight Championship against Allisa O'Toole. This match should be fast paced and highly competitive. Phil: No doubt about it Steve. Let's go to Chimpo for the introductions. The scene switches to Chimpo the Chimp in the ring. Chimpo: First, the challenger.... "This is the New Shit" by Marilyn Manson plays out through the arena and the fans get up to their feet and cheer. The Billionaire walks out and dollars fall from the ceiling. The crowd clambers over each other to get'em. Chimpo: Hailing from Staffordshire, England.... Allisa claps her hands and lifts her cane up into the air. She swings around and then strides down the ramp. Chimpo: Weighing in at a very slim 142lbs and standing 5' 8".... She rolls in under the bottom rope and is assisted to her feet by Chimpo the Chimp. While she waits, she kicks her shoes out to the outside and hands her jacket to Chimpo. Chimpo: "The Billionaire" Allisa O'Toole!!! Allisa watches as some of the crowd continue to fight over the dollar bills. She laughs at them. Chimpo: And now the champion.... "NightMare," by Dry Kill Logic hits the PA system as all the lights go out and a countdown appears on the Strike Tron.
Phil: No doubt about it Steve. Let's go to Chimpo for the introductions.
The scene switches to Chimpo the Chimp in the ring.
Chimpo: First, the challenger....
"This is the New Shit" by Marilyn Manson plays out through the arena and the fans get up to their feet and cheer. The Billionaire walks out and dollars fall from the ceiling. The crowd clambers over each other to get'em.
Chimpo: Hailing from Staffordshire, England....
Allisa claps her hands and lifts her cane up into the air. She swings around and then strides down the ramp.
Chimpo: Weighing in at a very slim 142lbs and standing 5' 8"....
She rolls in under the bottom rope and is assisted to her feet by Chimpo the Chimp. While she waits, she kicks her shoes out to the outside and hands her jacket to Chimpo.
Chimpo: "The Billionaire" Allisa O'Toole!!!
Allisa watches as some of the crowd continue to fight over the dollar bills. She laughs at them.
Chimpo: And now the champion....
"NightMare," by Dry Kill Logic hits the PA system as all the lights go out and a countdown appears on the Strike Tron.
...9...
...8...
...7...
...6...
...5...
...4...
...3...
...2...
...1...
...0...
"Virus Upload Complete" appears on the Strike Tron, in large, bold, Neon Green Letters.
Chimpo: Hailing from parts unknown....
A brief pause is followed by Green strobe lights that begin to flicker rapidly, while huge green pyros go off. Virus steps out onto the ramp wearing black bondage style clothes, and a large leather trench coat, with an Apathetic look on his face, and slowly walks to the ring, but slows down to a stop about 5 feet away from the ring. Standing outside of the ring, the lights go out a second time and a giant neon green skull appears on the Strike Tron, and says "My Name Is Virus... And I hope You Are Prepared to Face Your Fears... You Are Going To Be Infected." When the lights go back on, Virus is sitting on the top turnbuckle, wearing all but his coat.
Chimpo: Weighing in at 170lbs and standing 5' 10", the Strike Fantasy Towers Lightweight Champion, Virus 2.0!!!
Steve: Since Virus became Lightweight Champion the bookers of SFT continue to throw losers at him. Now, finally, here at Hallowed Ground Virus faces a definite non-loser in Allisa O'Toole.
Phil: He may have bitten off more then he can chew with Allisa.
Allisa and Virus stare at each other from across the ring.
Steve: The referee for this match is Chris Nevels.
Chris Nevels calls for the bell.
Phil: And it begins.
Allisa and Virus lock up. Virus uses his quickness to get around Allisa and wrap his arms around her waist. Allisa runs toward ropes with Virus holding on, drops to the mat, and Virus goes sailing through the ropes out to the floor.
Steve: Nice defensive move by Allisa.
Virus gets up and slides back in the ring. He stands up and Allisa whips him across the ring into the ropes. Allisa catches Virus and hits a modified spinebuster. Allisa is up and drops a leg on Virus and quickly hooks a leg for a cover and Chris Nevels drops to make the count.
Phil: 1--2--Kickout!! Allisa is starting this match off on the offensive.
Allisa gets up and so does Virus. Allisa backs Virus up against the ropes and whips him across the ring. Allisa bends over, but Virus leap frogs her. He stops in mid-motion, spins around as does Allisa and hits a viral kick on Allisa sending her down to the mat hard.
Steve: That kick was on target!
Phil: Almost took Allisa's head off of her shoulders.
Virus stands next to Allisa with his back to her. He then does a standing moonsault on top of her. He hooks a leg as Chris Nevels drops to the mat.
Steve: 1--2--No!! Barely a kick out by Allisa.
Phil: That was extremely close.
Virus gets up as Allisa rolls over to the ropes and out of the ring.
Steve: A veteran move by Allisa to roll out of the ring to collect herself.
Phil: To bad Virus isn't going to give her a break.
Virus exits the ring and goes after Allisa. He grabs Allisa by her hair and bangs her head against the commentator's table. Allisa staggers away from Virus, but Virus follows her around the ring. Virus grabs Allisa and bangs her head into the guardrail. Allisa staggers away around the ring again, but Virus follows her again. Virus grabs Allisa by her hair again and bangs her head into the steel steps. Allisa staggers away yet again and this time rolls in the ring. Virus rolls in the ring as well.
Steve: Virus is taking it to Allisa.
Phil: She's going to have one nasty headache after this match.
Virus kicks Allisa in the stomach. Virus picks Allisa up and body slams her. Virus picks Allisa back up and body slams her again. Virus drops to the mat and covers Allisa without hooking a leg.
Steve: 1--2--Allisa kicked out. How'd she do it?
Phil: I don't know Steve. There is no give up in Allisa. Never has been.
Virus gets up and brings Allisa to her feet. Virus whips Allisa into the turnbuckles. Virus runs at her and splashes her in the corner. Virus kicks Allisa in the stomach and hits a tiger DDT. Virus covers Allisa as Chris Nevels drops to the mat to make the count.
Steve: 1--2--3No!!! Allisa kicked out again!!
Phil: Virus has got to hook a leg if he wants to leave San Antonio with the Lightweight Title.
Steve: I don't know about that. He's got Allisa pretty much beaten here. He just needs to figure out something to put her away for good......and I think he's got it!
Virus picks Allisa up to her feet and shoves her into the corner. Virus goes out to the apron, climbs up, and sits on the top turnbuckle. He grabs Allisa by the hair and starts to pull her up, but she starts hitting him with forearm shots to the head. One forearm right after the other.
Phil: She is rocking Virus's head with those forearm shots.
Steve: She's hit about 15 of those it seems.
Allisa backs off a bit, takes a step, and flips her legs up around Virus's neck and head. She then sends Virus flying off the top turnbuckle with a hurricanrana. Allisa quickly covers Virus.
Phil: 1--2--No!! That was so very close.
Steve: I smelt a new Lightweight Champion for a couple of seconds right there.
Allisa gets up and brings Virus to his feet at the same time. Allisa then does a roundhouse kick to Virus's stomach. Virus doubles over and Allisa hooks him up for a suplex. She lifts up Virus and then drops him face first to the mat. She rolls him over on his back and covers him.
Phil: 1--2--3Kick out!! Virus barely kicked out!!
Steve: Allisa is frustrated now.
Phil: She better calm down. With frustration brings mistakes and she can't afford any mistakes if she wants to win the Lightweight Title.
Allisa gets up and gets in Chris Nevels face about his count. Allisa backs Chris Nevels into the corner.
Steve: She better not do anything she'll regret later.
Allisa shoves Chris Nevels.
Phil: You mean like that?
Steve: Yeah, exactly like that.
Chris Nevels shoves Allisa back right into Virus who picks her up on his shoulders.
Phil: I think Virus is going to go for the Tornado Spine Buster and if he hits it, it could be all over.
Virus goes to spin Allisa, but she gets out of it and lands on her feet. Allisa grabs Virus and hits a Downward Spiral.
Steve: Infra Red!! Allisa hit the Infra Red!!! Cover him!! Cover him!!
Allisa rolls Virus over and hooks a leg as Chris Nevels drops to the mat and makes the count.
Phil: 1--2--3!!
Phil: It's all over!! Allisa won!!
Steve: She got the best of Virus on this night, but he'll be back. No doubt about it!!
"This Is The New Shit" by Marilyn Manson hits.
Phil: Very true, but Allisa has won the Lightweight Title.
Chris Nevels hands Allisa the Lightweight Title and raises her hand in the air in victory. But she takes her hand away and celebrates her win.
Steve: That was a pretty good match Phil.
Phil: Very good match. It'll be hard to top. But if any match can do it, it's the next match between two XCW greats in Connor MacDaddy and Kyle Murphy.
Winner: Allisa O' Toole
The scene opens up in a near by hood in San Antonio. Right are the arena where Hollowed Ground is taking place . It is a very broke down looking place. All the street lights are broke accept for one that is flickering and shinning on The Young One and his boys. They are just hanging out smoking some L’s and eating a big bag of Fritos There are shoes over the phone post telling people that drugs are sold here . Shawn cage walks up to The Young One and begins to conduct the interview. Shawn Cage : This is a unusual place to conduct a interview. Why out of all places did you just this broke down dump. The Young One: This is no dump son . This is my home guy. No matter what hood it is the all welcome me like I am a king. I ran every hood in the United States. So Shocka cuz please let’s be real guy you will never get a record deal. I will come to California and run your hood . You can’t hang with me because I am just to good. Now, let’s talk about that match we had. You know I was going to beat you right. You were so frustrated that you couldn’t pin me. You had to go get a chair . But to your surprise I cracked your bitch ass with it. But I , didn’t like how that match ended. So why not on next weeks Inferno we have a no DQ match . You bring whatever you want. Basically you bring the ass and I bring the whooping. Are you up to the challenge? Or are you just another California bitch? Young One blows smoke out the camera and the scene fades to black
Shawn Cage : This is a unusual place to conduct a interview. Why out of all places did you just this broke down dump.
The Young One: This is no dump son . This is my home guy. No matter what hood it is the all welcome me like I am a king. I ran every hood in the United States. So Shocka cuz please let’s be real guy you will never get a record deal. I will come to California and run your hood . You can’t hang with me because I am just to good. Now, let’s talk about that match we had. You know I was going to beat you right. You were so frustrated that you couldn’t pin me. You had to go get a chair . But to your surprise I cracked your bitch ass with it. But I , didn’t like how that match ended. So why not on next weeks Inferno we have a no DQ match . You bring whatever you want. Basically you bring the ass and I bring the whooping. Are you up to the challenge? Or are you just another California bitch?
Young One blows smoke out the camera and the scene fades to black
First Fall, Standard Match. Kyle Murphy is already in the ring, “Got you by the balls” by AC/DC starts to play, and Connor MacDaddy enters the arena via the ring curtain. The crowd give him a good reaction as he strolls down to the ring in a cocky manner. Phil: “Well folks, this match is almost guaranteed to be one of the matches of the evening. Hardcore Legend Connor MacDaddy, a former XCW great, against former SFW Champion and also an XCW great from the past, Kyle Murphy.” Steve: “Yes sir, there’s a lot of XCW talent in there Steve, kinda makes you think of the good old days.” Connor slides in under the bottom rope, and the two stare each other up and down, awaiting the bell for the match to begin. Leon Tyson checks both men, and signals for the bell. Steve: “They lock up!” Phil: “MacDaddy begs off with a gut kick though.” Connor kicked Kyle in the gut as soon as the came together, quickly using it to his advantage and unleashing a few uppercuts to the face of Murphy. Connor beats him back to the ropes before whipping him to the other side of the ring. He bounces off his ropes and heads towards a head on collision with Murphy, avoiding it by jumping a little to the side and tripping Murphy up with a nice Knee charge. Phil: “Great start from Connor.” Kyle starts to stand up, but finds Connor quick off the mark to stop him. Connor starts to kick him in the face each time he pushes himself up. After a few attempts, Murphy manages to roll out of the road and stand up at last. MacDaddy stares at Murphy, and Murphy stares back as they begin to circle each other. After a while, Kyle looks to hook up, but both men beg off for a false start, MacDaddy turning to the crowd after it, encouraging them to get behind him. Steve: “Connor’s trying to get the crowd to psyche out Murphy, trying to get them to turn on him.” The crowd start a chant of “Connor, Connor, Connor!” and Murphy makes it obvious that it’s frustrating him. He looks to hook up as the crowd chant for Connor, and he comes out on top with a knife-edge chop. Murphy continues chopping at Connor until he’s backed up in the corner, and exhausted. By then, Murphy has turned the fans, and they’re cheering for his offence. Murphy plays to the cheers, taking a moment to acknowledge them before propping Connor up on the top rope – his back to the ring – and taking him down with a neck-breaker. Kyle goes for the cover. Tyson: “One… Two… Kick-out!” Connor pushes his shoulder up after a few seconds, and rolls onto his stomach as soon as Kyle gets off him. Steve: “That was a nice neckbreaker there, but it’ll take more than that this early in the match.” Phil: “Connor’s not going to fall to a move like that.” Connor pushes himself up to his knees and then stands up. Murphy throws a fist at him, but it’s avoided. MacDaddy ducked under it, and countered by popping up behind him and applying a sleeper hold. Kyle’s too fresh though, and ducks under and to the side, forcing Connor to turn it into a head-lock, Murphy wastes no time and manoeuvres it into a backdrop – leaving Connor to bounce back up to his feet in anger. Connor is furious that he was so easily reversed, and kicks Murphy in the gut before lifting him up for a suplex. Connor lands it, he spins him over and props him up again, looking for another vertical suplex. But this time Kyle spins at the top, landing on his feet at the back of his opponent. Murphy makes a quick decision and launches his retaliation in the form of a German suplex. Connor lands headfirst and folds over onto his face. Murphy rolls him onto his back, and makes the cover. Tyson: “One… Two… kick-out!” Phil: “Connor’s still got plenty left in him here. He’s a hardcore legend and he’s sticking to his guns to the last here.” Murphy elevates himself and MacDaddy, and hits a quick swinging neckbreaker. He drags Connor by the arms to a spot adjacent from the Turnbuckle. He climbs up and delivers a senton bomb. Murphy goes for the laxed cover, but barely gets a two count. The bomb seems to have only aggravated Connor, and he starts to stand up, looking determined. Phil: “Here comes Connor!” Steve: “Holy shit, look at his eyes, he looks like someone’s shoved a tree up his ass!” Connor is furious, mainly because he’s been drifting away from controlling the match up. Murphy isn’t intimidated, and charges at him, but MacDaddy raises a knee into the running man’s gut before grabbing him by the hair and continuously kneeing him in the chest until he’s been backed up in the corner. Connor then starts to hammer away at the back of Kyle, until he’s lying facedown on the mat. Connor starts to lock in the elevated Boston Crab. Phil: “The comeback’s almost complete, he only needs to hold him down now!” Murphy tries to get to the ropes, but the crab was set up so that he facing away from the nearest corner, and no matter how much crawling he done, he wasn’t getting anywhere. Steve: “Murphy’s tapping! Connor’s one up!” Second Fall, Hardcore Rules. Phil: “Winning by submission already gives Connor the advantage, after all now he doesn’t even have to wear down Murphy at all, all he needs to do is get that Crab in as soon as he can, and he’s got the second fall.” Steve: “I don’t think Kyle will make it quite that easy.” The men have a one minute break between falls, and some stage-hands wheel down a trolley full of weapons to the ring. Tyson calls for the second match to begin, and immediately Connor is on his way out of the ring for the weapons. Connor slides back in with a baseball bat, and Murphy is on him like a shot, still holding his upper leg from time to time. Kyle makes sure to stop Connor standing up with the bat, and picks it up himself instead. He starts hammering Connor in the ribs with it before he can get to his feet – and as a consequence finds himself in complete control of the match. Connor quickly rolls out of the ring again, but instead of getting weapons this time, he’s out there for a respite. Steve: “Connor finding himself in retreat, in the stage of the match you really should expect him to dominate.” Connor manages to get to his feet on the outside, and leans on the apron. Murphy soon has him off with a baseball slide, though, and takes the bat with him to the outside. Connor rests up against the security barrier, and Kyle takes a swipe at him. Connor dodges well though, and the bat hits nothing but barrier, while Connor heads towards the trolley. He hauls out a metal pipe, and turns to confront Murphy. Kyle swings the bat from above his head, aiming to hit Connor on the forehead, but Connor raises the pipe to block it. Once he’s blocked it, he knees Kyle in the gut and pushes him away. Once Kyle has been knocked back a few steps, Connor readies his pipe and takes a swing, luckily Kyle’s duck is well timed, and Conner hits nothing but air. Both men spin around on their heels to face each other weapons in hands. Kyle looks to take the bat to Connor’s chest, but Connor knocks it away with the pipe. Connor pushes Kyle away again, and this time is quick and agile enough to swing the pipe up in time to connect perfectly with Murphy’s chin! Phil: “What a shot, and after some great sparring from both men.” Connor doesn’t stop there, he starts swinging at the side of Murphy’s face with the pole, hitting him countless times, before finally letting up. Connor throws his pipe to the side, and Kyle simply falls to his knees before falling flat on his face on the outside. Connor rolls him over on his back, and makes a cocky cover. Phil: “Cover from Conner, it’s over, surely!” Steve: “Connor needs this to win!” Tyson: “One… Two… Kick-out!” Tyson can barely believe he’s saying it himself. The crowd are stunned and so is MacDaddy. MacDaddy goes searching for another weapon in the trolley at the other side of the ring, and the camera follows him. Phil: “Connor’s rummaging around for something that could win it for him.” Connor hauls out a kendo stick. He starts walking back to Murphy on the other side of the ring, the camera returning with him. Steve: “Hey, where’s Murphy go?!” Connor is just as confused. However he notices that the apron covering the underside of the ring has been disturbed, he points it out to the crowd, who cheer in anticipation of what he might do. As he lifts the apron, Kyle emerges from under the ring across from him with a fire extinguisher. He walks gallantly around to see Connor’s legs dangling out from under the ring. He laughs out loud, and readies himself with the trigger prepared. After a few moments, Connor merges from the apron looking confused [as Kyle remains unseen behind him]. Connor stands up and shrugs, the crowd starts trying to tell him to watch out, but a thousand voices are out-doing each other, and he turns unprepared for a blast of CO2 in the face. Connor is blinded a little, and coughing from the smog in his lungs, Kyle takes full advantage, and makes a sickening noise with Connor’s head and the extinguisher. Connor staggers towards the ring, and leans on the apron, and Kyle hits him once more for good measure on the back of the head, before rolling him back into the ring. Kyle follows and hauls him to the middle before making his cocky cover. Tyson: “One… Two… Three! One all, lower the cage!” Third Fall, Cage Match. The cage is lowered from a tech backstage, while some other helpers run down with drills and screws, preparing to secure the cage in position. Steve: “This is surely going to be Murphy’s match now. Connor’s out cold, the match starts in a minute and he’s holding a weapon.” Phil: “I have to admit, it does look bleak for Connor. He had the match in his control earlier, but he really let it slip when he took his eye off Murphy.” Technicians screw down the cage, while Tyson brings Connor round in the ring. Kyle is still standing prepared with the Canister in his hand, as the final screw is placed. Tyson calls for the bell, and Connor clambers to his feet. Murphy yields the Extinguisher in a threatening manner, Connor is hesitant to charge. He takes a step forward, and Murphy matches it by aiming the funnel of the hydrant. This happens for a while, until finally Connor decides to charge anyway. He’s met with great puffs of cloud in his face, with Kyle simply spraying the extinguisher until it’s empty. With the ring almost full of CO2, Kyle decides to attack. In the smoggy confusion he swings and hits something, Connor falls to the mat, and Kyle throws away the extinguisher. Phil: “Is it me, or was Connor’s face really far away from the canister there?” Steve: “I’d really have to agree with you there, the replay shows it hitting his hand, I don’t know if he maybe broke Connor’s hand or something, and that’s why he’s on the mat… WAIT! Connor tricked him!” True to Steve’s word, Connor had duped Kyle into getting rid of the weapon. In the midst of the fog, Connor punched the canister, and fell flat on his back until the weapon was gone, when he opened his eyes and waited for Kyle to get close enough – then kicked him in the balls! Connor stands up with a mile-wide grin on his face, the crowd going nuts at his back. He shoves Kyle’s head between his legs, and hauls him up for the Daddy Bomb! Wham! He hits it, and hooks Kyle’s Leg for the pin. Tyson: “One… Two… Three!” Phil: “Connor’s done it! What a match… it had everything… except nudity.” Steve: “You wanted to see these guys naked?” Phil: “Well… Connor does have a… NO! Of course not!” Tyson raises Connor’s hand, and rings the bell to signal the end, as Connor makes his way backstage.
Kyle Murphy is already in the ring, “Got you by the balls” by AC/DC starts to play, and Connor MacDaddy enters the arena via the ring curtain. The crowd give him a good reaction as he strolls down to the ring in a cocky manner.
Phil: “Well folks, this match is almost guaranteed to be one of the matches of the evening. Hardcore Legend Connor MacDaddy, a former XCW great, against former SFW Champion and also an XCW great from the past, Kyle Murphy.”
Steve: “Yes sir, there’s a lot of XCW talent in there Steve, kinda makes you think of the good old days.”
Connor slides in under the bottom rope, and the two stare each other up and down, awaiting the bell for the match to begin. Leon Tyson checks both men, and signals for the bell.
Steve: “They lock up!”
Phil: “MacDaddy begs off with a gut kick though.”
Connor kicked Kyle in the gut as soon as the came together, quickly using it to his advantage and unleashing a few uppercuts to the face of Murphy. Connor beats him back to the ropes before whipping him to the other side of the ring. He bounces off his ropes and heads towards a head on collision with Murphy, avoiding it by jumping a little to the side and tripping Murphy up with a nice Knee charge.
Phil: “Great start from Connor.”
Kyle starts to stand up, but finds Connor quick off the mark to stop him. Connor starts to kick him in the face each time he pushes himself up. After a few attempts, Murphy manages to roll out of the road and stand up at last. MacDaddy stares at Murphy, and Murphy stares back as they begin to circle each other. After a while, Kyle looks to hook up, but both men beg off for a false start, MacDaddy turning to the crowd after it, encouraging them to get behind him.
Steve: “Connor’s trying to get the crowd to psyche out Murphy, trying to get them to turn on him.”
The crowd start a chant of “Connor, Connor, Connor!” and Murphy makes it obvious that it’s frustrating him. He looks to hook up as the crowd chant for Connor, and he comes out on top with a knife-edge chop. Murphy continues chopping at Connor until he’s backed up in the corner, and exhausted. By then, Murphy has turned the fans, and they’re cheering for his offence. Murphy plays to the cheers, taking a moment to acknowledge them before propping Connor up on the top rope – his back to the ring – and taking him down with a neck-breaker. Kyle goes for the cover.
Tyson: “One… Two… Kick-out!”
Connor pushes his shoulder up after a few seconds, and rolls onto his stomach as soon as Kyle gets off him.
Steve: “That was a nice neckbreaker there, but it’ll take more than that this early in the match.”
Phil: “Connor’s not going to fall to a move like that.”
Connor pushes himself up to his knees and then stands up. Murphy throws a fist at him, but it’s avoided. MacDaddy ducked under it, and countered by popping up behind him and applying a sleeper hold. Kyle’s too fresh though, and ducks under and to the side, forcing Connor to turn it into a head-lock, Murphy wastes no time and manoeuvres it into a backdrop – leaving Connor to bounce back up to his feet in anger. Connor is furious that he was so easily reversed, and kicks Murphy in the gut before lifting him up for a suplex. Connor lands it, he spins him over and props him up again, looking for another vertical suplex. But this time Kyle spins at the top, landing on his feet at the back of his opponent. Murphy makes a quick decision and launches his retaliation in the form of a German suplex. Connor lands headfirst and folds over onto his face. Murphy rolls him onto his back, and makes the cover.
Tyson: “One… Two… kick-out!”
Phil: “Connor’s still got plenty left in him here. He’s a hardcore legend and he’s sticking to his guns to the last here.”
Murphy elevates himself and MacDaddy, and hits a quick swinging neckbreaker. He drags Connor by the arms to a spot adjacent from the Turnbuckle. He climbs up and delivers a senton bomb. Murphy goes for the laxed cover, but barely gets a two count. The bomb seems to have only aggravated Connor, and he starts to stand up, looking determined.
Phil: “Here comes Connor!”
Steve: “Holy shit, look at his eyes, he looks like someone’s shoved a tree up his ass!”
Connor is furious, mainly because he’s been drifting away from controlling the match up. Murphy isn’t intimidated, and charges at him, but MacDaddy raises a knee into the running man’s gut before grabbing him by the hair and continuously kneeing him in the chest until he’s been backed up in the corner. Connor then starts to hammer away at the back of Kyle, until he’s lying facedown on the mat. Connor starts to lock in the elevated Boston Crab.
Phil: “The comeback’s almost complete, he only needs to hold him down now!”
Murphy tries to get to the ropes, but the crab was set up so that he facing away from the nearest corner, and no matter how much crawling he done, he wasn’t getting anywhere.
Steve: “Murphy’s tapping! Connor’s one up!”
Second Fall, Hardcore Rules.
Phil: “Winning by submission already gives Connor the advantage, after all now he doesn’t even have to wear down Murphy at all, all he needs to do is get that Crab in as soon as he can, and he’s got the second fall.”
Steve: “I don’t think Kyle will make it quite that easy.”
The men have a one minute break between falls, and some stage-hands wheel down a trolley full of weapons to the ring. Tyson calls for the second match to begin, and immediately Connor is on his way out of the ring for the weapons. Connor slides back in with a baseball bat, and Murphy is on him like a shot, still holding his upper leg from time to time. Kyle makes sure to stop Connor standing up with the bat, and picks it up himself instead. He starts hammering Connor in the ribs with it before he can get to his feet – and as a consequence finds himself in complete control of the match. Connor quickly rolls out of the ring again, but instead of getting weapons this time, he’s out there for a respite.
Steve: “Connor finding himself in retreat, in the stage of the match you really should expect him to dominate.”
Connor manages to get to his feet on the outside, and leans on the apron. Murphy soon has him off with a baseball slide, though, and takes the bat with him to the outside. Connor rests up against the security barrier, and Kyle takes a swipe at him. Connor dodges well though, and the bat hits nothing but barrier, while Connor heads towards the trolley. He hauls out a metal pipe, and turns to confront Murphy. Kyle swings the bat from above his head, aiming to hit Connor on the forehead, but Connor raises the pipe to block it. Once he’s blocked it, he knees Kyle in the gut and pushes him away. Once Kyle has been knocked back a few steps, Connor readies his pipe and takes a swing, luckily Kyle’s duck is well timed, and Conner hits nothing but air. Both men spin around on their heels to face each other weapons in hands. Kyle looks to take the bat to Connor’s chest, but Connor knocks it away with the pipe. Connor pushes Kyle away again, and this time is quick and agile enough to swing the pipe up in time to connect perfectly with Murphy’s chin!
Phil: “What a shot, and after some great sparring from both men.”
Connor doesn’t stop there, he starts swinging at the side of Murphy’s face with the pole, hitting him countless times, before finally letting up. Connor throws his pipe to the side, and Kyle simply falls to his knees before falling flat on his face on the outside. Connor rolls him over on his back, and makes a cocky cover.
Phil: “Cover from Conner, it’s over, surely!”
Steve: “Connor needs this to win!”
Tyson can barely believe he’s saying it himself. The crowd are stunned and so is MacDaddy. MacDaddy goes searching for another weapon in the trolley at the other side of the ring, and the camera follows him.
Phil: “Connor’s rummaging around for something that could win it for him.”
Connor hauls out a kendo stick. He starts walking back to Murphy on the other side of the ring, the camera returning with him.
Steve: “Hey, where’s Murphy go?!”
Connor is just as confused. However he notices that the apron covering the underside of the ring has been disturbed, he points it out to the crowd, who cheer in anticipation of what he might do. As he lifts the apron, Kyle emerges from under the ring across from him with a fire extinguisher. He walks gallantly around to see Connor’s legs dangling out from under the ring. He laughs out loud, and readies himself with the trigger prepared. After a few moments, Connor merges from the apron looking confused [as Kyle remains unseen behind him]. Connor stands up and shrugs, the crowd starts trying to tell him to watch out, but a thousand voices are out-doing each other, and he turns unprepared for a blast of CO2 in the face. Connor is blinded a little, and coughing from the smog in his lungs, Kyle takes full advantage, and makes a sickening noise with Connor’s head and the extinguisher. Connor staggers towards the ring, and leans on the apron, and Kyle hits him once more for good measure on the back of the head, before rolling him back into the ring. Kyle follows and hauls him to the middle before making his cocky cover.
Tyson: “One… Two… Three! One all, lower the cage!”
Third Fall, Cage Match.
The cage is lowered from a tech backstage, while some other helpers run down with drills and screws, preparing to secure the cage in position.
Steve: “This is surely going to be Murphy’s match now. Connor’s out cold, the match starts in a minute and he’s holding a weapon.”
Phil: “I have to admit, it does look bleak for Connor. He had the match in his control earlier, but he really let it slip when he took his eye off Murphy.”
Technicians screw down the cage, while Tyson brings Connor round in the ring. Kyle is still standing prepared with the Canister in his hand, as the final screw is placed. Tyson calls for the bell, and Connor clambers to his feet. Murphy yields the Extinguisher in a threatening manner, Connor is hesitant to charge. He takes a step forward, and Murphy matches it by aiming the funnel of the hydrant. This happens for a while, until finally Connor decides to charge anyway. He’s met with great puffs of cloud in his face, with Kyle simply spraying the extinguisher until it’s empty. With the ring almost full of CO2, Kyle decides to attack. In the smoggy confusion he swings and hits something, Connor falls to the mat, and Kyle throws away the extinguisher.
Phil: “Is it me, or was Connor’s face really far away from the canister there?”
Steve: “I’d really have to agree with you there, the replay shows it hitting his hand, I don’t know if he maybe broke Connor’s hand or something, and that’s why he’s on the mat… WAIT! Connor tricked him!”
True to Steve’s word, Connor had duped Kyle into getting rid of the weapon. In the midst of the fog, Connor punched the canister, and fell flat on his back until the weapon was gone, when he opened his eyes and waited for Kyle to get close enough – then kicked him in the balls! Connor stands up with a mile-wide grin on his face, the crowd going nuts at his back. He shoves Kyle’s head between his legs, and hauls him up for the Daddy Bomb! Wham! He hits it, and hooks Kyle’s Leg for the pin.
Tyson: “One… Two… Three!”
Phil: “Connor’s done it! What a match… it had everything… except nudity.”
Steve: “You wanted to see these guys naked?”
Phil: “Well… Connor does have a… NO! Of course not!”
Tyson raises Connor’s hand, and rings the bell to signal the end, as Connor makes his way backstage.
Winner: Connor MacDaddy
We cut to the backstage area, where we see Connor MacDaddy resting up for his match later on, coming down the hall though is Kyle Murphy, Connor then stands up and faces off with him. Kyle Murphy: I just wanted to stop by and say thank you that was one hell of a show we put on. And I am happy that if I had to lose, it would be to you. Kyle then gives out his hand, Connor accepts and then they hug, you can hear the fans cheering from the arena. Connor MacDaddy: Thank you man, this means a lot. It was one hell of a match. Kyle Murphy: Good luck with your match later tonight with Radiant, I hope I didn’t kill you to much. Kyle and Connor begin to laugh as we fade back to ringside.
Kyle Murphy: I just wanted to stop by and say thank you that was one hell of a show we put on. And I am happy that if I had to lose, it would be to you.
Kyle then gives out his hand, Connor accepts and then they hug, you can hear the fans cheering from the arena.
Connor MacDaddy: Thank you man, this means a lot. It was one hell of a match.
Kyle Murphy: Good luck with your match later tonight with Radiant, I hope I didn’t kill you to much.
Kyle and Connor begin to laugh as we fade back to ringside.
SC: Now ladies and gentlemen the next match will be the United States title match. MR: Ah yes this match will be pitting the challenger, Accountant, against the current U.S. champion, Myris. SC: Without further and do here's Candy Peaks. Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the United States title. Introducing first, the challenger weighing in at 234 ILB. from Washington D.C., he is . . . ACCOUNTANT!!! The Accountant walks to the ring w/Melissa in the lead carrying a silver briefcase and wearing spectacles. Melissa then sits on the middle rope and allows the Accountant to enter easily and then he sets the briefcase down under one of the corner turnbuckles, pops it open, places his glasses in it, closes it, and prepares for his opponent to enter the ring. Candy Peaks: And his opponent. Weighing in at 232 ILB. from Stirling, Scotland, he is the current United States champion . . . MYRIS!!! The crowd are silent in anticipation as the first few chords of 'Killing In The Name of' strum out over the PA System. Before the music kicks in, the words 'Enter The Expert' flash across the StrikeTron as they are spoken from a microphone behind the stage. Myris walks out from behind the curtain to a hail of boos, strutting confidently down the ramp, holding his hands high above his head and soaking up the hatred of the Strike Towers crowd. He reaches the ring apron, and walks up the ring steps and along the outside of the ropes before ducking in and climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps down, and begins staring down Accountant. MR: Here we go Shawn. It's title match time! SC: Yes! Both begin circling the ring as the ring announcer exits the ring and the ref calls for the bell. DING! DING! The bell initiates the start of the match as both Myris and Accountant sprint at each other and lock up. Myris starts off with the upper hand and is able to push Accountant down to the mat. He rolls on his back but, is able to stand up right away. He wipes under his nose quickly then cringes and grinds his teeth then sprints at Myris again. Myris falls back his momentum and reverses Accountants speed into a drop toe hold. Myris then hops over Accountant on the ground and locks on a reverse armbar. Accountant begins screaming in pain as Myris continues to put more pressure on the hold. MR: Myris is really showing Accountant something here. Possibly that he isn't willing to give up that United States title. SC: I'll say. I think Myris is ready to snap Accountants arm right off! Back to the action we see Myris has released the hold on Accountant. He stands up then reaches down to pick up Accountant as he does and brings him up to his feet. He grabs him by the arm and whips him to the ropes. Accountant hits the ropes and bounces off and sprints back towards Myris. Myris flips Accountant into the air for a back body drop but before Accountant starts coming down Myris grabs him by the neck and turns it into a neckbreaker. MR: DID you see that!??!?! SC: I'm not blind. That was the freakiest move I've ever seen though. MR: Accountant has to have a broken neck. As we focus back to the action we see Myris just sitting on the mat staring off while Accountant lays unconscious. Myris with the sadistic look on his slowly stands up and once again picks up the limp and dead Accountant. Myris slaps his hand over Accountants throat and lifts him into the air. SC: Preaching What You Prey! Just as SC says that Myris slams Accountant down to the mat and quickly hooks a leg. ONE...TWO...THREE!!! DING! DING! MR: Myris! A successful title defense. SC: WHOOO! Go Myris!
MR: Ah yes this match will be pitting the challenger, Accountant, against the current U.S. champion, Myris.
SC: Without further and do here's Candy Peaks.
Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the United States title. Introducing first, the challenger weighing in at 234 ILB. from Washington D.C., he is . . . ACCOUNTANT!!!
The Accountant walks to the ring w/Melissa in the lead carrying a silver briefcase and wearing spectacles. Melissa then sits on the middle rope and allows the Accountant to enter easily and then he sets the briefcase down under one of the corner turnbuckles, pops it open, places his glasses in it, closes it, and prepares for his opponent to enter the ring.
Candy Peaks: And his opponent. Weighing in at 232 ILB. from Stirling, Scotland, he is the current United States champion . . . MYRIS!!!
The crowd are silent in anticipation as the first few chords of 'Killing In The Name of' strum out over the PA System. Before the music kicks in, the words 'Enter The Expert' flash across the StrikeTron as they are spoken from a microphone behind the stage. Myris walks out from behind the curtain to a hail of boos, strutting confidently down the ramp, holding his hands high above his head and soaking up the hatred of the Strike Towers crowd. He reaches the ring apron, and walks up the ring steps and along the outside of the ropes before ducking in and climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps down, and begins staring down Accountant.
MR: Here we go Shawn. It's title match time!
SC: Yes!
Both begin circling the ring as the ring announcer exits the ring and the ref calls for the bell.
DING! DING!
The bell initiates the start of the match as both Myris and Accountant sprint at each other and lock up. Myris starts off with the upper hand and is able to push Accountant down to the mat. He rolls on his back but, is able to stand up right away. He wipes under his nose quickly then cringes and grinds his teeth then sprints at Myris again. Myris falls back his momentum and reverses Accountants speed into a drop toe hold. Myris then hops over Accountant on the ground and locks on a reverse armbar. Accountant begins screaming in pain as Myris continues to put more pressure on the hold.
MR: Myris is really showing Accountant something here. Possibly that he isn't willing to give up that United States title.
SC: I'll say. I think Myris is ready to snap Accountants arm right off!
Back to the action we see Myris has released the hold on Accountant. He stands up then reaches down to pick up Accountant as he does and brings him up to his feet. He grabs him by the arm and whips him to the ropes. Accountant hits the ropes and bounces off and sprints back towards Myris. Myris flips Accountant into the air for a back body drop but before Accountant starts coming down Myris grabs him by the neck and turns it into a neckbreaker.
MR: DID you see that!??!?!
SC: I'm not blind. That was the freakiest move I've ever seen though.
MR: Accountant has to have a broken neck.
As we focus back to the action we see Myris just sitting on the mat staring off while Accountant lays unconscious. Myris with the sadistic look on his slowly stands up and once again picks up the limp and dead Accountant. Myris slaps his hand over Accountants throat and lifts him into the air.
SC: Preaching What You Prey!
Just as SC says that Myris slams Accountant down to the mat and quickly hooks a leg.
ONE...TWO...THREE!!!
MR: Myris! A successful title defense.
SC: WHOOO! Go Myris!
Winner: Myris
[The scene goes to a large and luxiourious skybox. There we see Nathan Gust and Erik Dean, who is lacing up his boots.] Nathan Gust: I think it's great that you have a match tonight. I should to start preparing for my next match here. Erik Dean: Ahh... who you got in mind? Nathan Gust: Ha ha. You'll see. Erik Dean: Aight. Hey... are you going to the ring with me tonight? Nathan Gust: Of course. I have to show Phil and Steve how to call a good match. Erik Dean: Good idea. I'm glad we took over commentating your show. Nathan Gust: Me too. Maybe someday we could take over yours. Erik Dean: Maybe. [Erik gets up and he pushes the camera man out of the room.] Erik Dean: So... [He starts to close the door.] Erik Dean: About this tag team of ours... [The door closes and the scene goes back to the ringside area.]
Nathan Gust: I think it's great that you have a match tonight. I should to start preparing for my next match here.
Erik Dean: Ahh... who you got in mind?
Nathan Gust: Ha ha. You'll see.
Erik Dean: Aight. Hey... are you going to the ring with me tonight?
Nathan Gust: Of course. I have to show Phil and Steve how to call a good match.
Erik Dean: Good idea. I'm glad we took over commentating your show.
Nathan Gust: Me too. Maybe someday we could take over yours.
Erik Dean: Maybe.
[Erik gets up and he pushes the camera man out of the room.]
Erik Dean: So...
[He starts to close the door.]
Erik Dean: About this tag team of ours...
[The door closes and the scene goes back to the ringside area.]
[The lights flicker on and off. Then... BOOM!] ONE OF A KIND! [Pyro blasts as Breaking Point's "One of a Kind" plays. The fans rock out as Erik Dean walks out onto the stage with Nathan Gust a few steps behind him.] Ring Announcer: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 225 pounds... he is accompanied to the ring by Nathan Gust... ERIK DEAN! [Nathan and Erik walk down to the ring. Erik slides in and Nathan goes to the announcer's table.] Nathan Gust: Move. [Phil moves over and Nathan sits between the commentators. Nathan then ignores both men.] Nathan Gust: Look at that great wrestler. He's got true talent. Steve: It's nice to see you, too. Nathan Gust: Oh. Hey. Are you bums still sore from Titans? Ha ha. Phil: Almost funny. [In the ring, Erik Dean calms down his music after asking for a microphone. He then raises it up.] Erik Dean: Before you come out here, Ghost, I just wanted to say that it's an honor facing you tonight. And win or lose. Lets give the fans a show. [The lights go completely out. Cameras in the audience start to flicker so people can try to see something. "Wish You Were Here" by Fred Durst & Johnny Redizeg begins to play. There is a dull hum of cheers throughout the arena.] Nathan Gust: Is it over yet? Steve: Not yet. [Smoke starts to fill the arena. The lights brighten a bit, but it's too cloudy to see clearly.] Phil: Where's Ghost? Steve: I dunno. [Suddenly, Ghost walks out onto the stage. As he starts walking towards the ring, the smoke clears on his path. When he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps and he enters the ring.] Ring Announcer: Introducing... one of the most infulencial men in Strike Fantasy Towers history... GHOST! [The fans cheer as Ghost lifts one fist in the air. The smoke clears and the lights come back on.] Nathan Gust: Wow. Ghost. This is the first time I've ever seen him in person. He seems to disappear as soon as he appears. It's odd. Phil: yea it is, but man. Dean looks hyped. Steve: Yeah, well, when you’re fighting a guy like Ghost I suppose you have to be. Phil: Anyway, both men are in the ring now it looks like they’re ready to start. Gust: Fo’ shizzle bitch. DING DING! Ghost and Dean tie up in the middle of the ring. Dean goes behind and pushes Ghost down to the mat. Ghost stays down for a moment, unhurt, to look up at Dean. He slowly gets to his feet, with a slight smile on his face. Dean goes for an arm drag, and once again Ghost stays down to look up at Dean. Erik grimaces at this weird behaviour but waits for his opponent to get up to his feet. When Ghost is up again, he has to dodge a spear attempt from Dean. As Dean runs past, Ghost strikes Dean in the back of the head with a punch, bringing the SFT President straight to the mat. He gets straight up onto his hands and knees, and without looking, sweeps out his leg to try and knock down Ghost, but Dean’s challenger jumps and is unaffected. Dean is the one to smile this time as he brings his leg back again, harder than before. This connects with the back of Ghost’s knees, taking him straight down onto his face. Dean capitalises by twisting round and kicking Ghost hard in the ribs. Again, and again. Then he drops both knees over Ghost’s back. Dean’s opponent rolls onto his frontt, pressing his hands into his ribs in pain but he still tries to get up again. Dean doesn’t allow this, and hits Ghost with a running knee to the side of the head. Several minutes pass… Ghost manages to get up to his feet and they continue fighting. They punch. They kick. They throw each other to the mat. Nothing major happens until Dean manages to lift Ghost up and drop him down again with a huge backbreaker. The fans don’t know whether to cheer for Ghost or Dean so there is a mixed reception for both wrestlers. Dean looks over to Gust, and then turns back to Ghost. Phil: Why did he just look at you, Daddio? Gust: Shut up, you bitch. Steve: Yeah, you damn beatnik. Shut up. Phil: Eh-heh… brownnose. Steve: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?! Dean goes and lifts Ghost up onto his feet. They tie up again, but Ghost kicks out and hits Dean in the thigh. He stumbles back. Ghost runs forward, and takes Dean down with a running neckbreaker and then capitalises with a huge leg drop. Dean rolls out of the ring and disappears from view. Ghost uses this time to rest and leans against the far set of ropes. The referee in the ring starts a count out. 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6… THWACK! A huge piece of wood is smashed over Ghosts head as he rest, and breaks in two. One of the pieces of wood flies over the wood and lands in front of the announce table. Ghost falls forward, and we see Dean for the first time, holding the other piece of wood in his hands. The referee has his back to the action and is unaware of what just happens, but he still counts out Dean… 7… 8… 9… Dean quickly calls out, sliding into the ring to stop the count, then he covers Ghost. 1… 2… 3 – NO! KICK OUT! Ghost only just managed to kick out! Steve: Ghost has been cut open from that shot off Dean Phil: …Didn’t know Ghosts could bleed. Dean pulls himself off Ghost, and props him up into a sitting up position. He stands behind Ghost, puts a foot into his back, and grabs his arms. Dean is trying to make Ghost submit in a surfboard! Gust: Go on you bastard, tap out! Ghost doesn’t tap out though, in fact, he manages to lift himself up onto his feet somehow. He throws himself back, and falls into ropes, forcing Dean to break the hold. Dean steps back, furious but contained. Ghost slowly lifts himself up using the ropes, and then holds him aching ribs – the target of Dean’s assault so far. Dean flies forward then, and knocks Ghost back into a turnbuckle with a dropkick. Dean gets out of the ring and onto the apron and grabs Ghost’s head. He jumps off the apron, and breaks Ghost’s neck over the ropes! Dean slides in quickly once again and covers. 1… 2… NO! KICKOUT! Steve: How is Ghost doing this? Gust: I dunno, but I wish he would hurry up and die. Dean punches Ghost in the face as he gets up and leaps up onto the top rope. He taunts Ghost, urging him to get up. By this point, the fans are also cheering Ghost, driving him up off the ground. As soon as he’s up, Dean leaps off and goes for a flying clothesline… BUT GHOST REVERSES! He takes Dean to the ground with a DDT variation! There is a huge smash as Dean and Ghost both go to the ground! Both wrestlers stay down for another minute before getting up, Ghost dominates for the majority of the time, but Dean comes back with a series of punches and follows that up with a snap suplex bridge pin. He only gets a one count. Ghost flips up onto his feet to get an ovation, and hits Dean with a big boot to the face, sending Dean into the ropes. Ghost tries to take Dean down with a swinging chokeslam, using Dean’s own momentum against him, but Dean swings free, ducking under Ghost’s arm, and takes him down with a chop block at the same time. Dean tries to take the advantage now, and locks in a liontamer. He can’t though. Ghost manages to free himself too, raking his fingers over Dean’s face before Dean is able to turn him over. Dean is frustrated now, and tries to get the referee to disqualify Ghost, but he let’s the match carry on. Dean turns to face Ghost, to see that he’s smiling. Ghost kicks out at Dean with a roundhouse and hits him in the arm hard. Then he lunges forward with all he’s got and hits Dean in the mid section. Dean flies backward, right into the referee, knocking him out cold! Gust: Everyone knows what happens when the ref is knocked out cold. Gust gets up from his seat and takes off his headset. He slides into the ring behind Ghost. He low blows Ghost and locks him in a full nelson. He moves backward, and deliberately falls over the top rope, nailing some kind of awesome dragon suplex on Ghost. It doesn’t knock him out though… he keeps moving. Gust is already up, but the ref is stirring too, so he takes his place at the commentator’s table again quickly. Gust: Stupid bitch won’t lose. Dean slid out of the ring nearly at the same time as Gust threw himself out. He walks over to Ghost and throws him back in under the bottom rope. Dean stand over Ghost, dominating him. He laughs at Ghost and looks at the referee, indicating he’s going to finish this off… BUT GHOST TRIPS DEAN UP! Dean smacks his head against the turnbuckle, and his back is arched at a horrific angle. He cries out. Ghost grabs Dean’s feet while he’s still positioned against the top rope, and hooks them over his shoulders. He throws Dean up and BANG! He slams him down with a huge spinebuster-like-move! Ghost falls forward too, exhausted and by luck, lands on top of Dean! 1… 2… 3!
ONE OF A KIND!
[Pyro blasts as Breaking Point's "One of a Kind" plays. The fans rock out as Erik Dean walks out onto the stage with Nathan Gust a few steps behind him.]
Ring Announcer: Coming to the ring... weighing in at 225 pounds... he is accompanied to the ring by Nathan Gust... ERIK DEAN!
[Nathan and Erik walk down to the ring. Erik slides in and Nathan goes to the announcer's table.]
Nathan Gust: Move.
[Phil moves over and Nathan sits between the commentators. Nathan then ignores both men.]
Nathan Gust: Look at that great wrestler. He's got true talent.
Steve: It's nice to see you, too.
Nathan Gust: Oh. Hey. Are you bums still sore from Titans? Ha ha.
Phil: Almost funny.
[In the ring, Erik Dean calms down his music after asking for a microphone. He then raises it up.]
Erik Dean: Before you come out here, Ghost, I just wanted to say that it's an honor facing you tonight. And win or lose. Lets give the fans a show.
[The lights go completely out. Cameras in the audience start to flicker so people can try to see something. "Wish You Were Here" by Fred Durst & Johnny Redizeg begins to play. There is a dull hum of cheers throughout the arena.]
Nathan Gust: Is it over yet?
Steve: Not yet.
[Smoke starts to fill the arena. The lights brighten a bit, but it's too cloudy to see clearly.]
Phil: Where's Ghost?
Steve: I dunno.
[Suddenly, Ghost walks out onto the stage. As he starts walking towards the ring, the smoke clears on his path. When he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps and he enters the ring.]
Ring Announcer: Introducing... one of the most infulencial men in Strike Fantasy Towers history... GHOST!
[The fans cheer as Ghost lifts one fist in the air. The smoke clears and the lights come back on.]
Nathan Gust: Wow. Ghost. This is the first time I've ever seen him in person. He seems to disappear as soon as he appears. It's odd.
Phil: yea it is, but man. Dean looks hyped.
Steve: Yeah, well, when you’re fighting a guy like Ghost I suppose you have to be.
Phil: Anyway, both men are in the ring now it looks like they’re ready to start.
Gust: Fo’ shizzle bitch.
DING DING!
Ghost and Dean tie up in the middle of the ring. Dean goes behind and pushes Ghost down to the mat. Ghost stays down for a moment, unhurt, to look up at Dean. He slowly gets to his feet, with a slight smile on his face. Dean goes for an arm drag, and once again Ghost stays down to look up at Dean. Erik grimaces at this weird behaviour but waits for his opponent to get up to his feet.
When Ghost is up again, he has to dodge a spear attempt from Dean. As Dean runs past, Ghost strikes Dean in the back of the head with a punch, bringing the SFT President straight to the mat. He gets straight up onto his hands and knees, and without looking, sweeps out his leg to try and knock down Ghost, but Dean’s challenger jumps and is unaffected. Dean is the one to smile this time as he brings his leg back again, harder than before. This connects with the back of Ghost’s knees, taking him straight down onto his face. Dean capitalises by twisting round and kicking Ghost hard in the ribs. Again, and again. Then he drops both knees over Ghost’s back. Dean’s opponent rolls onto his frontt, pressing his hands into his ribs in pain but he still tries to get up again. Dean doesn’t allow this, and hits Ghost with a running knee to the side of the head.
Several minutes pass… Ghost manages to get up to his feet and they continue fighting. They punch. They kick. They throw each other to the mat. Nothing major happens until Dean manages to lift Ghost up and drop him down again with a huge backbreaker. The fans don’t know whether to cheer for Ghost or Dean so there is a mixed reception for both wrestlers. Dean looks over to Gust, and then turns back to Ghost.
Phil: Why did he just look at you, Daddio?
Gust: Shut up, you bitch.
Steve: Yeah, you damn beatnik. Shut up.
Phil: Eh-heh… brownnose.
Steve: WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!
Dean goes and lifts Ghost up onto his feet. They tie up again, but Ghost kicks out and hits Dean in the thigh. He stumbles back. Ghost runs forward, and takes Dean down with a running neckbreaker and then capitalises with a huge leg drop. Dean rolls out of the ring and disappears from view. Ghost uses this time to rest and leans against the far set of ropes. The referee in the ring starts a count out.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…
THWACK!
A huge piece of wood is smashed over Ghosts head as he rest, and breaks in two. One of the pieces of wood flies over the wood and lands in front of the announce table. Ghost falls forward, and we see Dean for the first time, holding the other piece of wood in his hands. The referee has his back to the action and is unaware of what just happens, but he still counts out Dean…
7… 8… 9…
Dean quickly calls out, sliding into the ring to stop the count, then he covers Ghost.
1… 2… 3 – NO! KICK OUT!
Ghost only just managed to kick out!
Steve: Ghost has been cut open from that shot off Dean
Phil: …Didn’t know Ghosts could bleed.
Dean pulls himself off Ghost, and props him up into a sitting up position. He stands behind Ghost, puts a foot into his back, and grabs his arms. Dean is trying to make Ghost submit in a surfboard!
Gust: Go on you bastard, tap out!
Ghost doesn’t tap out though, in fact, he manages to lift himself up onto his feet somehow. He throws himself back, and falls into ropes, forcing Dean to break the hold. Dean steps back, furious but contained. Ghost slowly lifts himself up using the ropes, and then holds him aching ribs – the target of Dean’s assault so far.
Dean flies forward then, and knocks Ghost back into a turnbuckle with a dropkick. Dean gets out of the ring and onto the apron and grabs Ghost’s head. He jumps off the apron, and breaks Ghost’s neck over the ropes! Dean slides in quickly once again and covers.
1… 2… NO! KICKOUT!
Steve: How is Ghost doing this?
Gust: I dunno, but I wish he would hurry up and die.
Dean punches Ghost in the face as he gets up and leaps up onto the top rope. He taunts Ghost, urging him to get up. By this point, the fans are also cheering Ghost, driving him up off the ground. As soon as he’s up, Dean leaps off and goes for a flying clothesline… BUT GHOST REVERSES! He takes Dean to the ground with a DDT variation! There is a huge smash as Dean and Ghost both go to the ground!
Both wrestlers stay down for another minute before getting up, Ghost dominates for the majority of the time, but Dean comes back with a series of punches and follows that up with a snap suplex bridge pin. He only gets a one count. Ghost flips up onto his feet to get an ovation, and hits Dean with a big boot to the face, sending Dean into the ropes. Ghost tries to take Dean down with a swinging chokeslam, using Dean’s own momentum against him, but Dean swings free, ducking under Ghost’s arm, and takes him down with a chop block at the same time. Dean tries to take the advantage now, and locks in a liontamer. He can’t though. Ghost manages to free himself too, raking his fingers over Dean’s face before Dean is able to turn him over.
Dean is frustrated now, and tries to get the referee to disqualify Ghost, but he let’s the match carry on. Dean turns to face Ghost, to see that he’s smiling. Ghost kicks out at Dean with a roundhouse and hits him in the arm hard. Then he lunges forward with all he’s got and hits Dean in the mid section. Dean flies backward, right into the referee, knocking him out cold!
Gust: Everyone knows what happens when the ref is knocked out cold.
Gust gets up from his seat and takes off his headset. He slides into the ring behind Ghost. He low blows Ghost and locks him in a full nelson. He moves backward, and deliberately falls over the top rope, nailing some kind of awesome dragon suplex on Ghost. It doesn’t knock him out though… he keeps moving. Gust is already up, but the ref is stirring too, so he takes his place at the commentator’s table again quickly.
Gust: Stupid bitch won’t lose.
Dean slid out of the ring nearly at the same time as Gust threw himself out. He walks over to Ghost and throws him back in under the bottom rope.
Dean stand over Ghost, dominating him. He laughs at Ghost and looks at the referee, indicating he’s going to finish this off… BUT GHOST TRIPS DEAN UP! Dean smacks his head against the turnbuckle, and his back is arched at a horrific angle. He cries out. Ghost grabs Dean’s feet while he’s still positioned against the top rope, and hooks them over his shoulders. He throws Dean up and BANG! He slams him down with a huge spinebuster-like-move! Ghost falls forward too, exhausted and by luck, lands on top of Dean!
1… 2… 3!
Winner: Ghost
Phil: Man what a match. Steve: it was off the hook. The fans begin to cheer as Ghost gets to his feet, and gives out a hand to Dean. Ghost then helps Dean to his feet, and in the middle of the ring both shake hands and to say job well done. Phil: Man that’s how all matches should end, it brings a tear to your eye. Dean then drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring, Gust then comes over to help Dean up the ramp way, Both then turn back around to look at Ghost, Inside the ring Ghost has a smile on his face, then the lights go out, as soon as they come back on and we look in the ring, Ghost is gone. And we fade to a commercial for Titans…….
Phil: Man what a match.
Steve: it was off the hook.
The fans begin to cheer as Ghost gets to his feet, and gives out a hand to Dean. Ghost then helps Dean to his feet, and in the middle of the ring both shake hands and to say job well done.
Phil: Man that’s how all matches should end, it brings a tear to your eye.
Dean then drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring, Gust then comes over to help Dean up the ramp way, Both then turn back around to look at Ghost, Inside the ring Ghost has a smile on his face, then the lights go out, as soon as they come back on and we look in the ring, Ghost is gone. And we fade to a commercial for Titans…….
SC: Wow what an incredible pay per view we have had so far tonight. But why let the show cool down people? Hell no! I say we kick this thing into boiling! MR: I agree Shawn. What better way to steam up the ppv even more then with triple threat match which decides the number one contender to the world title? SC: Oh hell yeah. It's time baby! MR: Yes! And I don't call me baby. And I still won't have yours either. SC: Damnit! Fine then lets just get to the match. MR: Great idea. SC: First just let me say that this match will be pitting three of the greatest competitors ever walk this planet and no matter the outcome this match should rule. MR: Very much so. Anyway take it away Ms. Candy Peaks. We cut to the ring where we see Candy Peaks standing in the center of the ring looking lovely as always with the microphone held up by her mouth. She smiles as camera flashes go off all around. She then begins to speak. Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will decide the number one contender for the World Heavyweight championship. She pauses for a moment as the crowd lets out a small applause. SC: Wow this match is getting praise even before it has started. Candy then continues to speak. Candy Peaks: So without further and do . . . introducing first from Boston, Massachusetts, an SFT icon ladies and gentlemen, none other than . . . DAVE STEEL!!! We cut to the stage/entranceway. "Blind" by Korn begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd stands to their feet in an ovation and roarous amount of cheering and applause. A few seconds go as we just stare blankly at the entranceway awaiting for something to happen. Just then we see the curtain get thrown aside and out walks Dave Steel to an even louder amount of cheers. He walks out onto the stage with a smug smile on his face as he raises and arm into the air to his fans as he continues to walk down the ramp. The last few feet he runs then slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He quickly stands and raises both arms into the air and circles the ring slowly. Suddenly "Blind" By Korn fades out as we hear Candy's voice cut back in. Candy Peaks: Introducing second from Rochester, New York weighing in at 225 pounds, The Sweetness himself . . . SEAN LANE!!! The arena goes black and "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" starts over the PA. A blue spotlight shines throughout the crowd, up and down the stands until the song picks up. The spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp and out comes Sean Lane. Lane stops at the edge of the ramp to look over the fans and two big shots of pyro shoot up. Lane then makes his way to the ring, walking slowly...looking over everything. As he reaches the end of the ramp he runs the remaining space then before the ring and jumps up onto the ring apron. He dusts his boots off then climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes. He enters the ring spinning with his arms raised as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" fades out as Lane starts stretching on the ropes and Steel stands there staring at Lane. MR: Steel looks focused on Lane right now. I wonder how he's mentally preparing himself right now. SC: Forget that he should be physically preparing himself like Lane is right now. This aint going to be a cakewalk here. Suddenly Candy begins speaking again as she introduces the final competitor. Candy Peaks: And making his way down to the ring third weighing in at 235 pounds from Chicago, Illinois, he is The Baddest Man On The Planet, ladies and gentlemen . . . TRIPLE X!!! As the lights in the arena start to dim, suddenly "IT IS NOT A F*CKIN GAME" appears in big red letters on the Striketron, followed by Fight Music hitting the pa system. Then Triple X walk out from the back, and as he makes his way down to ring side, pyros in the form of a red x shoots off behind him. He runs down the ramp and then slides under the bottom rope, walks to the center of the ring and poses with his arms crossed over his head in the shape of an X. "Fight Music" fades out as we see all three men standing in a triangle staring back and forth and each other. Candy quickly crawls out of the ring as referee Colin Thrift gets in between all three men and spreads them apart. He talks all of them for a couple seconds then turns towards the bell person and signals for them to ring the bell. DING! DING! MR: It's time Shawn! SC: This is going to kick major ass. Who do you think is going to win? MR: Steel and Triple X have both been in this situation before and Lane is new to the idea. But if Glenn didn't win the Lottery then Lane for sure would making him the number one contender. Steel has been slacking lately and the odds are against him . . . but I think he'll pull it out in the end. SC: Some good points there. I agree on all of that but, I for some reason think that Triple X is going to walk out of the victor. I mean he came off very strong in his promos and seems really fresh whereas Lane and Steel have been here consistently for a while. X is just getting back into the swing of things but, it will be to his advantage I think. MR: Heh could be. Let's find out. SC: Lets. As we cut back to the ring we notice people in the crowd starting to sit back down and prepare themselves for a great battle as we watch all three wrestlers slowly circle the ring staring back and forth at their two opponents. Just then X and Steel stop and stare at each other. X says something and that causes Steel to walk fast up in front of X's face talking back. X then smirks and spits on Steel. Steel jumps back then lunges forward and throws a punch on X causing a punch exchange between X and Steel. Back and forth, back and forth they do it for a couple of seconds until suddenly Lane comes flying at both of them with a double clothesline knocking them down. MR: And the lightweight in this match makes the first bold step. Took both of those heavyweights down with a move. SC: Yeah but, he might regret that now. Suddenly Lane stands back up and quickly goes to work on both Dave Steel and Triple X stomping away on both, switching it up back and forth. Steel begins rolling away causing Lane to follow him losing focus on X. Lane works him all the way to the ropes where he grabs a hold of the top rope for leverage as he starts stomping harder on Steel. this gives X time to get up though. X stands up and walks up behind Lane. He grabs Lane by the shoulder and spins him around facing towards him. He clotheslines him over the top rope then reaches down for Steel. He picks up Steel and grabs him by the arm and whips him to the other side of the ring. Steel bounces off the ropes then begins to run back at X. X jumps towards Steel with a clothesline attempt but, Steel ducks underneath it quickly grabs a hold of X's head and snaps himself and X back into a neckbreaker. Steel wastes no time and makes a cover. Referee Colin Thrift drops to the mat and begins the count. Thrift: One . . . Two . . . Suddenly Lane reaches into the ring from the outside and grabs Steels leg and pulls him off of X and to the outside. He drags him out then lets out a couple punches. Lane grabs Steel by the arm and whips him into the steel steps causing the two rows of steps to fly off against the barricade. Steel tumbles onto the mat in pain after the tremendous crash with the steps. Lane chuckles then looks back into the ring and slides in. As he does though X stands up and begins tossing some shots at Lane. Lane shakes it off as X pauses for a second and Lane tries to clothesline him but, X ducks under it and hooks Lanes. He then places his other arm underneath Lane's legs then flips him backwards over his head into a Sambo suplex. MR: Triple X is showing us so far that he seriously would like another shot at the world title. If he keeps it up he might just get it. SC: You have to wonder about Steel though. He's been poking around so far and hasn't gotten much off. As we speak he looks done already. Perhaps that whole age process thing has caught up on him. MR: X is just as old and experienced. SC: Then I don't know what to say. Steel better step it up. MR: Bah! Back to the action we see X standing up. Steel continues to lay outside the ring and Lane is moving a little on the mat. Triple X walks over to the turnbuckle nearest Lane and begins climbing it to the top. He reaches the top turnbuckle then stands straight up on it as he prepares for a top rope maneuver. Just as he's about to leap off he looks down behind him outside the ring and sees Steel standing up getting back to it. X slowly turns around and faces towards Steel from above then jumps off and levels the unexpecting Dave Steel with a vaulting body press. Both fall back against the floor and take quite a blow. Steel lays unconscious as X simply lays there and stares up at the ceiling of the arena blinking every few seconds trying to regain composure. X rolls onto his stomach then pushes himself up onto knees. Back in the ring we see Lane is now up but, staggering. X then stands back and unknowingly crawls back into the ring only to receive an unexpected elbow drop to the back of the head by Sean Lane. Stands quickly stands back up and delivers a succession of three more straight elbow drops to the back of Triple X. Lane then rolls X over and pins him. Thrift: One . . . Two . . . Just as Colin Thrift is about to make the three count X lifts up his leg and places it on the bottom rope. Colin slightly hits the mat for the third time but, jumps up to stop and point out X's leg was on the ropes. Lane releases the pin and stands up in fury as he gets in Colin Thrifts face and yells. Lane pushes Thrift then Thrift pushes Lane back to Lanes surprise. Lane sticks his hands up and pretends to apologize to Thrift. Suddenly as were focused on Lanes face we suddenly find him being raises into the air. Unstable and shaky Lane begins to wobble as he mysteriously rises. The camera pans out to reveal Triple X underneath him lifting him up into the electric chair position. X slowly walks to the center of the ring then jumps backwards into the air and slams Lane and himself into the canvas. From the impact X immediately rolls onto his stomach and Lane lays on his back with his arms and legs spread out breathing heavily and in some pain. As both lay there suddenly crawling back into the ring is none other than, Mr. Dave Steel. Steel slowly stands up and looks around. Steel looks back and forth at both of the guys and decides which one to go after. Without knowing what just happened he just randomly picks to go after Sean Lane. Dave grabs Lane by the hair and brings him up to his feet and turns him around so his back is facing Dave's front. Steel wraps his arms into Lanes then twists them around and drops him into the Bad Trip, his finisher. Lane's face slams into the mat and partially knocks him out. Then suddenly the tired and weary Triple X stands back up and kicks Steel in the gut as he is just standing back up. X wraps both of his arms around the neck of Steel then leaps forward with Steel in his grasp and delivers the Xplosion. The crowd erupts as X performs his finisher on Steel. Aside from those two we suddenly find ourselves looking at Lane as he's lying on the mat facing away from everyone on his side. We see him fiddling with something but, cannot tell what it is. We cut to another angle and see that he is slipping on a pair of brass knuckles. He looks behind himself and over his shoulder at X and Steel just as X begins making a cover on Steel. Thrift: One . . . Two . . . Thr . . . Just as Thrift is about to make the three Lane dives at X and socks him in the jaw with the brass but, Colin thrift couldn't see it from his angle. X immediately gets knocked out and falls onto his back right by the unconscious Dave Steel. Lane removes the brass knuckles and slides them into his tights then hooks the leg of Dave Steel. Thrift: One . . . Two . . . Three!!! Colin Thrift immediately stands up and starts throwing his arms around signaling for the bell. DING! DING! DING! SC: Holy shit did something happen that I think just happened? MR: My God I think so. SC: Lane won the damn match!?!?!? That cheater. Hey ref he used knucks you blind bastard! MR: This isn't right, Lane cheated. Back to the ring we see Lane stand up with a huge smile on his face as his arm gets raised and "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" begins to play again throughout the arena. SC: Well, I hate to say it but, Sean Lane . . . is the number one contender to the World title. MR: That . . . sucks!
MR: I agree Shawn. What better way to steam up the ppv even more then with triple threat match which decides the number one contender to the world title?
SC: Oh hell yeah. It's time baby!
MR: Yes! And I don't call me baby. And I still won't have yours either.
SC: Damnit! Fine then lets just get to the match.
MR: Great idea.
SC: First just let me say that this match will be pitting three of the greatest competitors ever walk this planet and no matter the outcome this match should rule.
MR: Very much so. Anyway take it away Ms. Candy Peaks.
We cut to the ring where we see Candy Peaks standing in the center of the ring looking lovely as always with the microphone held up by her mouth. She smiles as camera flashes go off all around. She then begins to speak.
Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and will decide the number one contender for the World Heavyweight championship.
She pauses for a moment as the crowd lets out a small applause.
SC: Wow this match is getting praise even before it has started.
Candy then continues to speak.
Candy Peaks: So without further and do . . . introducing first from Boston, Massachusetts, an SFT icon ladies and gentlemen, none other than . . . DAVE STEEL!!!
We cut to the stage/entranceway.
"Blind" by Korn begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd stands to their feet in an ovation and roarous amount of cheering and applause. A few seconds go as we just stare blankly at the entranceway awaiting for something to happen. Just then we see the curtain get thrown aside and out walks Dave Steel to an even louder amount of cheers. He walks out onto the stage with a smug smile on his face as he raises and arm into the air to his fans as he continues to walk down the ramp. The last few feet he runs then slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. He quickly stands and raises both arms into the air and circles the ring slowly. Suddenly "Blind" By Korn fades out as we hear Candy's voice cut back in.
Candy Peaks: Introducing second from Rochester, New York weighing in at 225 pounds, The Sweetness himself . . . SEAN LANE!!!
The arena goes black and "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" starts over the PA. A blue spotlight shines throughout the crowd, up and down the stands until the song picks up. The spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp and out comes Sean Lane. Lane stops at the edge of the ramp to look over the fans and two big shots of pyro shoot up. Lane then makes his way to the ring, walking slowly...looking over everything. As he reaches the end of the ramp he runs the remaining space then before the ring and jumps up onto the ring apron. He dusts his boots off then climbs into the ring between the top and middle ropes. He enters the ring spinning with his arms raised as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" fades out as Lane starts stretching on the ropes and Steel stands there staring at Lane.
MR: Steel looks focused on Lane right now. I wonder how he's mentally preparing himself right now.
SC: Forget that he should be physically preparing himself like Lane is right now. This aint going to be a cakewalk here.
Suddenly Candy begins speaking again as she introduces the final competitor.
Candy Peaks: And making his way down to the ring third weighing in at 235 pounds from Chicago, Illinois, he is The Baddest Man On The Planet, ladies and gentlemen . . . TRIPLE X!!!
As the lights in the arena start to dim, suddenly "IT IS NOT A F*CKIN GAME" appears in big red letters on the Striketron, followed by Fight Music hitting the pa system. Then Triple X walk out from the back, and as he makes his way down to ring side, pyros in the form of a red x shoots off behind him. He runs down the ramp and then slides under the bottom rope, walks to the center of the ring and poses with his arms crossed over his head in the shape of an X. "Fight Music" fades out as we see all three men standing in a triangle staring back and forth and each other. Candy quickly crawls out of the ring as referee Colin Thrift gets in between all three men and spreads them apart. He talks all of them for a couple seconds then turns towards the bell person and signals for them to ring the bell.
MR: It's time Shawn!
SC: This is going to kick major ass. Who do you think is going to win?
MR: Steel and Triple X have both been in this situation before and Lane is new to the idea. But if Glenn didn't win the Lottery then Lane for sure would making him the number one contender. Steel has been slacking lately and the odds are against him . . . but I think he'll pull it out in the end.
SC: Some good points there. I agree on all of that but, I for some reason think that Triple X is going to walk out of the victor. I mean he came off very strong in his promos and seems really fresh whereas Lane and Steel have been here consistently for a while. X is just getting back into the swing of things but, it will be to his advantage I think.
MR: Heh could be. Let's find out.
SC: Lets.
As we cut back to the ring we notice people in the crowd starting to sit back down and prepare themselves for a great battle as we watch all three wrestlers slowly circle the ring staring back and forth at their two opponents. Just then X and Steel stop and stare at each other. X says something and that causes Steel to walk fast up in front of X's face talking back. X then smirks and spits on Steel. Steel jumps back then lunges forward and throws a punch on X causing a punch exchange between X and Steel. Back and forth, back and forth they do it for a couple of seconds until suddenly Lane comes flying at both of them with a double clothesline knocking them down.
MR: And the lightweight in this match makes the first bold step. Took both of those heavyweights down with a move.
SC: Yeah but, he might regret that now.
Suddenly Lane stands back up and quickly goes to work on both Dave Steel and Triple X stomping away on both, switching it up back and forth. Steel begins rolling away causing Lane to follow him losing focus on X. Lane works him all the way to the ropes where he grabs a hold of the top rope for leverage as he starts stomping harder on Steel. this gives X time to get up though. X stands up and walks up behind Lane. He grabs Lane by the shoulder and spins him around facing towards him. He clotheslines him over the top rope then reaches down for Steel. He picks up Steel and grabs him by the arm and whips him to the other side of the ring. Steel bounces off the ropes then begins to run back at X. X jumps towards Steel with a clothesline attempt but, Steel ducks underneath it quickly grabs a hold of X's head and snaps himself and X back into a neckbreaker. Steel wastes no time and makes a cover. Referee Colin Thrift drops to the mat and begins the count.
Thrift: One . . . Two . . .
Suddenly Lane reaches into the ring from the outside and grabs Steels leg and pulls him off of X and to the outside. He drags him out then lets out a couple punches. Lane grabs Steel by the arm and whips him into the steel steps causing the two rows of steps to fly off against the barricade. Steel tumbles onto the mat in pain after the tremendous crash with the steps. Lane chuckles then looks back into the ring and slides in. As he does though X stands up and begins tossing some shots at Lane. Lane shakes it off as X pauses for a second and Lane tries to clothesline him but, X ducks under it and hooks Lanes. He then places his other arm underneath Lane's legs then flips him backwards over his head into a Sambo suplex.
MR: Triple X is showing us so far that he seriously would like another shot at the world title. If he keeps it up he might just get it.
SC: You have to wonder about Steel though. He's been poking around so far and hasn't gotten much off. As we speak he looks done already. Perhaps that whole age process thing has caught up on him.
MR: X is just as old and experienced.
SC: Then I don't know what to say. Steel better step it up.
MR: Bah!
Back to the action we see X standing up. Steel continues to lay outside the ring and Lane is moving a little on the mat. Triple X walks over to the turnbuckle nearest Lane and begins climbing it to the top. He reaches the top turnbuckle then stands straight up on it as he prepares for a top rope maneuver. Just as he's about to leap off he looks down behind him outside the ring and sees Steel standing up getting back to it. X slowly turns around and faces towards Steel from above then jumps off and levels the unexpecting Dave Steel with a vaulting body press. Both fall back against the floor and take quite a blow. Steel lays unconscious as X simply lays there and stares up at the ceiling of the arena blinking every few seconds trying to regain composure. X rolls onto his stomach then pushes himself up onto knees. Back in the ring we see Lane is now up but, staggering. X then stands back and unknowingly crawls back into the ring only to receive an unexpected elbow drop to the back of the head by Sean Lane. Stands quickly stands back up and delivers a succession of three more straight elbow drops to the back of Triple X. Lane then rolls X over and pins him.
Just as Colin Thrift is about to make the three count X lifts up his leg and places it on the bottom rope. Colin slightly hits the mat for the third time but, jumps up to stop and point out X's leg was on the ropes. Lane releases the pin and stands up in fury as he gets in Colin Thrifts face and yells. Lane pushes Thrift then Thrift pushes Lane back to Lanes surprise. Lane sticks his hands up and pretends to apologize to Thrift. Suddenly as were focused on Lanes face we suddenly find him being raises into the air. Unstable and shaky Lane begins to wobble as he mysteriously rises. The camera pans out to reveal Triple X underneath him lifting him up into the electric chair position. X slowly walks to the center of the ring then jumps backwards into the air and slams Lane and himself into the canvas. From the impact X immediately rolls onto his stomach and Lane lays on his back with his arms and legs spread out breathing heavily and in some pain. As both lay there suddenly crawling back into the ring is none other than, Mr. Dave Steel. Steel slowly stands up and looks around. Steel looks back and forth at both of the guys and decides which one to go after. Without knowing what just happened he just randomly picks to go after Sean Lane. Dave grabs Lane by the hair and brings him up to his feet and turns him around so his back is facing Dave's front. Steel wraps his arms into Lanes then twists them around and drops him into the Bad Trip, his finisher. Lane's face slams into the mat and partially knocks him out. Then suddenly the tired and weary Triple X stands back up and kicks Steel in the gut as he is just standing back up. X wraps both of his arms around the neck of Steel then leaps forward with Steel in his grasp and delivers the Xplosion. The crowd erupts as X performs his finisher on Steel. Aside from those two we suddenly find ourselves looking at Lane as he's lying on the mat facing away from everyone on his side. We see him fiddling with something but, cannot tell what it is. We cut to another angle and see that he is slipping on a pair of brass knuckles. He looks behind himself and over his shoulder at X and Steel just as X begins making a cover on Steel.
Thrift: One . . . Two . . . Thr . . .
Just as Thrift is about to make the three Lane dives at X and socks him in the jaw with the brass but, Colin thrift couldn't see it from his angle. X immediately gets knocked out and falls onto his back right by the unconscious Dave Steel. Lane removes the brass knuckles and slides them into his tights then hooks the leg of Dave Steel.
Thrift: One . . . Two . . . Three!!!
Colin Thrift immediately stands up and starts throwing his arms around signaling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
SC: Holy shit did something happen that I think just happened?
MR: My God I think so.
SC: Lane won the damn match!?!?!? That cheater. Hey ref he used knucks you blind bastard!
MR: This isn't right, Lane cheated.
Back to the ring we see Lane stand up with a huge smile on his face as his arm gets raised and "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" begins to play again throughout the arena.
SC: Well, I hate to say it but, Sean Lane . . . is the number one contender to the World title.
MR: That . . . sucks!
Winner: Sean Lane
HV: The Following match is scheduled for one fall, and is a title vs. title match. First, about to come down the aisle.... WELCOME....TO THE RADIATION ERA is heard in a deep bass voice throughout the arena. Suddenly the lights turn bright white and red and orange pyros start exploding on both sides of the ramp. HV: "..From Royal Oak, Michigan...weighing 210 pounds...." As the pyros fade suddenly "Heart Shaped Box" By Nirvana erupts through the speakers and the black curtains up on the stage are thrown aside from the left as Radiant walks out onto the main stage. He takes a few steps out onto the main stage and then stops and leans back and looks up at the main searchlight shining down on him. He raises both arms into the air and pauses for a few moments. HV: "THE SFT XTREME CHAMPION....RADIANT!!!" Seconds later he lowers his arms and shakes his head and begins walking down the ramp. Along the way he slaps a few fans hands and gets a cheap pop. He runs the remaining twenty feet or so and reaches the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He stands up right after and runs to the far left turnbuckle and hops up to the top. He raises both arms into the air and receives a loud applause from the fans. Seconds later "Heart Shaped Box" By Nirvana fades and Radiant hops down and stretches on the ropes and then walks towards the center of the ring. The lights fade back down to where they were and the pyros finally stop. HV: "AND HIS OPPONENT..." "Got you By the Balls" comes over the arena. HV: "..From Boston, Massachusetts...weighing 265 pounds...." The curtains on the stage move out of the way as Connor MacDaddy comes out. HV: "THE SFT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION....THE HARDCORE LEGEND...CONNOR MACDADDY!!!" Connor walks down the aisle and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He stands up and walks to the center of the ring, where Radiant gets to also. Both men take off their title belts and hand them over to the referee, who then holds them up, signifying both titles are on the line. As the referee walks over to hand the belts to the timekeeper, Radiant cheap shots MacDaddy, as the referee calls for the bell to begin the match. JC: "This is going to be a good match, with both wrestlers fighting to not only retain their respective titles, but to gain the other man's title." RW: "This is going to be one for the ages." Radiant pounds on Connor, punching him to the ropes, where Radiant then whips Connor, and on the rebound catches Connor with a clothesline. Rad makes a quick pin, but Connor quickly kicks out before the ref can even get down on the mat. Rad quickly picks up Connor and whips him into the ropes again, but on the rebound Connor catches Radiant with a harsh spear. JC: "Geeez-us, he might have broke Radiant in half with that spear." RW: "A spear worthy of taking down Moby Richard." JC: "Moby Richard?" RW: "Moby Dick." JC: "Ugh..." Connor picks up Radiant and hooks his arm with Rad's and begins forearming Radiant in the face. Connor then grabs Rad by the throat and walks around the ring with him, and then picks him up, but on the pickup Radiant twists out of the grip, and takes Connor down with a Fujiwara Armbar. The referee runs over and starts asking MacDaddy if he wants to give it up. Connor shakes his head, screaming out in pain, and trying to reach the rope. Just as Connor is about to reach the rope Radiant lets go of the hold and gets to his feet, and begins stomping on Connor, who slides outside of the ring, clutching his arm. RW: "MacDaddy's arm has got to be shot, that armbar was applied for a good length of time." JC: "Connor is taking the fight to Radiant, I think he really wants to be a double champion. Connor hops up onto the apron as the referee reaches the count of 5. Radiant walks up, but the referee holds Radiant back. Connor then quickly gets into the ring, and runs at Radiant. Radiant ducks a clothesline as the referee tries to get out of the way. As Connor passes by Radiant, Rad lifts his leg backwards, catching Connor with a low blow. JC: "A LOW BLOW, the referee never saw it." RW: "I hope Connor didn't plan on having kids, but it's not happening now." Connor slumps down to his knees, holding his crotch. Rad jumps over Connor, rebounding off the ropes and hitting a low dropkick to the face. Connor goes down and Rad quickly pins, but only gets a two count. RW: "So close by Radiant." JC: "He's really staying on Connor, using a patented dropkick to the face to take him down. Rad's stomping MacDaddy now, referee trying to stop him, and gets pushed for his efforts...OH low blow by MacDaddy." RW: "A little payback for what Radiant did a while ago." Radiant bends over in pain. Connor stands and puts Rad's head between his legs. Connor makes the little hand gesture of smoking a cigarette and then putting it out on Rad's back and picks up Rad in a Daddy Bomb. Connor walks around the ring, holding Radiant. Connor then just drops Radiant, who flips over onto his front. Connor flips Rad back over and pins him. JC: "This is it folks, Rad was just about dead from that powerbomb." RW: "OH NO, Radiant got the shoulder up, there's still some fire in the man!" Connor gets up from the mat, frustrated, and picks up Radiant. Connor looks at Rad in the eyes, and then picks him up for a DVD. Rad starts elbowing Connor in the head and gets out of the DVD. Rad goes for a kick to Connor's gut, but MacDaddy grabs the foot. Connor tosses Rad's foot to the side, but Rad spins and hits a MoonDweller on Connor, sending MacDaddy down. Rad picks up Connor, but Connor quickly breaks Rad's grip and DDT's Radiant. RW: "This match is great, both men are giving it their all." JC: "These men are pouring their hearts out, and right now, it's anyone's ballgame." Connor gets up, and picks up Radiant off the floor. Connor gets Rad up on his shoulder, and then puts Rad in position for the Big Mac. Connor takes Rad down, but Rad does a front roll on the landing, and gets up, superkicking Connor in the gut as he stands up. Rad then hooks Connor's hand and goes for Closing in the Casket. Connor stands up, making Radiant flip in the air. As Radiant lands on his feet Connor hits a DVD on Radiant, and then rolls with it to stand at Rad's legs. Connor holds Radiant's legs, and looks around the crowd. Connor then hooks in his Boston Crab, pushing his knee into Rad's head. Rad tries to find a way out, or to crawl, but can't, and starts tapping out. The referee calls for the bell. RW: "THE HARDCORE LEGEND, CONNOR MACDADDY HAS DONE IT. HE'S NOW SFT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION AND XTREME CHAMPION." JC: "MacDaddy is now a double champion. The challengers will begin to line up after tonight. Connor MacDaddy, the SFT Intercontinental and Xtreme Champion!"
WELCOME....TO THE RADIATION ERA is heard in a deep bass voice throughout the arena. Suddenly the lights turn bright white and red and orange pyros start exploding on both sides of the ramp.
HV: "..From Royal Oak, Michigan...weighing 210 pounds...."
As the pyros fade suddenly "Heart Shaped Box" By Nirvana erupts through the speakers and the black curtains up on the stage are thrown aside from the left as Radiant walks out onto the main stage. He takes a few steps out onto the main stage and then stops and leans back and looks up at the main searchlight shining down on him. He raises both arms into the air and pauses for a few moments.
HV: "THE SFT XTREME CHAMPION....RADIANT!!!"
Seconds later he lowers his arms and shakes his head and begins walking down the ramp. Along the way he slaps a few fans hands and gets a cheap pop. He runs the remaining twenty feet or so and reaches the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He stands up right after and runs to the far left turnbuckle and hops up to the top. He raises both arms into the air and receives a loud applause from the fans. Seconds later "Heart Shaped Box" By Nirvana fades and Radiant hops down and stretches on the ropes and then walks towards the center of the ring. The lights fade back down to where they were and the pyros finally stop.
HV: "AND HIS OPPONENT..."
"Got you By the Balls" comes over the arena.
HV: "..From Boston, Massachusetts...weighing 265 pounds...."
The curtains on the stage move out of the way as Connor MacDaddy comes out.
HV: "THE SFT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION....THE HARDCORE LEGEND...CONNOR MACDADDY!!!"
Connor walks down the aisle and rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He stands up and walks to the center of the ring, where Radiant gets to also. Both men take off their title belts and hand them over to the referee, who then holds them up, signifying both titles are on the line. As the referee walks over to hand the belts to the timekeeper, Radiant cheap shots MacDaddy, as the referee calls for the bell to begin the match.
JC: "This is going to be a good match, with both wrestlers fighting to not only retain their respective titles, but to gain the other man's title."
RW: "This is going to be one for the ages."
Radiant pounds on Connor, punching him to the ropes, where Radiant then whips Connor, and on the rebound catches Connor with a clothesline. Rad makes a quick pin, but Connor quickly kicks out before the ref can even get down on the mat. Rad quickly picks up Connor and whips him into the ropes again, but on the rebound Connor catches Radiant with a harsh spear.
JC: "Geeez-us, he might have broke Radiant in half with that spear."
RW: "A spear worthy of taking down Moby Richard."
JC: "Moby Richard?"
RW: "Moby Dick."
JC: "Ugh..."
Connor picks up Radiant and hooks his arm with Rad's and begins forearming Radiant in the face. Connor then grabs Rad by the throat and walks around the ring with him, and then picks him up, but on the pickup Radiant twists out of the grip, and takes Connor down with a Fujiwara Armbar. The referee runs over and starts asking MacDaddy if he wants to give it up. Connor shakes his head, screaming out in pain, and trying to reach the rope. Just as Connor is about to reach the rope Radiant lets go of the hold and gets to his feet, and begins stomping on Connor, who slides outside of the ring, clutching his arm.
RW: "MacDaddy's arm has got to be shot, that armbar was applied for a good length of time."
JC: "Connor is taking the fight to Radiant, I think he really wants to be a double champion.
Connor hops up onto the apron as the referee reaches the count of 5. Radiant walks up, but the referee holds Radiant back. Connor then quickly gets into the ring, and runs at Radiant. Radiant ducks a clothesline as the referee tries to get out of the way. As Connor passes by Radiant, Rad lifts his leg backwards, catching Connor with a low blow.
JC: "A LOW BLOW, the referee never saw it."
RW: "I hope Connor didn't plan on having kids, but it's not happening now."
Connor slumps down to his knees, holding his crotch. Rad jumps over Connor, rebounding off the ropes and hitting a low dropkick to the face. Connor goes down and Rad quickly pins, but only gets a two count.
RW: "So close by Radiant."
JC: "He's really staying on Connor, using a patented dropkick to the face to take him down. Rad's stomping MacDaddy now, referee trying to stop him, and gets pushed for his efforts...OH low blow by MacDaddy."
RW: "A little payback for what Radiant did a while ago."
Radiant bends over in pain. Connor stands and puts Rad's head between his legs. Connor makes the little hand gesture of smoking a cigarette and then putting it out on Rad's back and picks up Rad in a Daddy Bomb. Connor walks around the ring, holding Radiant. Connor then just drops Radiant, who flips over onto his front. Connor flips Rad back over and pins him.
JC: "This is it folks, Rad was just about dead from that powerbomb."
RW: "OH NO, Radiant got the shoulder up, there's still some fire in the man!"
Connor gets up from the mat, frustrated, and picks up Radiant. Connor looks at Rad in the eyes, and then picks him up for a DVD. Rad starts elbowing Connor in the head and gets out of the DVD. Rad goes for a kick to Connor's gut, but MacDaddy grabs the foot. Connor tosses Rad's foot to the side, but Rad spins and hits a MoonDweller on Connor, sending MacDaddy down. Rad picks up Connor, but Connor quickly breaks Rad's grip and DDT's Radiant.
RW: "This match is great, both men are giving it their all."
JC: "These men are pouring their hearts out, and right now, it's anyone's ballgame."
Connor gets up, and picks up Radiant off the floor. Connor gets Rad up on his shoulder, and then puts Rad in position for the Big Mac. Connor takes Rad down, but Rad does a front roll on the landing, and gets up, superkicking Connor in the gut as he stands up. Rad then hooks Connor's hand and goes for Closing in the Casket. Connor stands up, making Radiant flip in the air. As Radiant lands on his feet Connor hits a DVD on Radiant, and then rolls with it to stand at Rad's legs. Connor holds Radiant's legs, and looks around the crowd. Connor then hooks in his Boston Crab, pushing his knee into Rad's head. Rad tries to find a way out, or to crawl, but can't, and starts tapping out. The referee calls for the bell.
RW: "THE HARDCORE LEGEND, CONNOR MACDADDY HAS DONE IT. HE'S NOW SFT INTERCONTINENTAL CHAMPION AND XTREME CHAMPION."
JC: "MacDaddy is now a double champion. The challengers will begin to line up after tonight. Connor MacDaddy, the SFT Intercontinental and Xtreme Champion!"
JC: Well folks, it's been one hell of a Pay Per View thus far, but it can only get better from here! RW: Only get better from here?! How can it get any better than what we've seen tonight? Are you telling me that we still have yet to reach the climax? We still have yet to reach the summit of this show? JC: Um...yea, are you trying to sound like you're a college professor or something because you sound like a jackass. Do me a favor and shut up, thanks. RW: I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. I need a drink of water. JC: Good, you do that. Anyway SFT fans, we still have one more match to come and it's the granddaddy of them all. The SFT World Title, the most prized possession in the industry today is up for grabs. It's all on the line next when the Champion Brandi James puts the title up against her good friend and the challenger Damien Sparks. The arena lights cut out the introduction starts on the Strike-Tron. "Are You Ready?" flashes on the big screen then slowly fades. There's another flash, "You Are About To Be Entertained." Just as before it slowly fades only to be replaced with "By The Legendary…" again the text fades, followed by "Reflection of Perfection…". It's still for a moment; you can guess what's coming next. The text shatters and the name of this competitor flashes on the screen…"DAMIEN SPARKS" Suddenly "Fuck You" by Ja Rule hits the speakers just as red and white lights start to flash all the way around the arena, as if you were in a club. A thunderous boom of red pyro smashes out at the top of the ramp and out from the curtain steps Damien Sparks, in his usual ring attire, ready for action. The arena is engulfed with boo's as Damien Sparks stands still, smiling arrogantly at the crowd in attendance. He raises his arms in the air and streams red and white pyro shoot out from the sides of the ramp, as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and enters he ring via the middle rope. He struts over to the left hand turnbuckle, climbs it and raises is arms in the air, causing the fans to boo even more. Damien smirks as he steps off the apron. The music dies down and Damien Sparks looks up at the entrance, waiting for Brandi to be introduced. RW: Wow JC, Damien looks really confident tonight, doesn't he? JC: Yea, he's got an aura about him. This very well could be a night in San Antonio that none of us will forget. The lights dim and "Enemy" by Seven dust starts up. As the bass line picks up, two shots of purple and silver pyro shoot straight up towards the arena's rafters. As the smoke clears, Brandi James is standing with arms outstretched she, and then makes her way slowly down the ramp and around the ring, taunting the fans. Brandi then slides under the rope and into the ring and they moves into each of the rings corners, each time raising her arms and yelling back at the fans before going over towards the entrance again and bending over, sexually stretching before getting ready to start the match. RW: JC, um, are you sporting wood? JC: Randy! Now come on. That's disgusting...but yes, yes I am. You must love Miami for producing sure a hot babe like Brandi James. As long as she's champion, we'll get to see more and more of her for a long time to come. RW: You want to know what I heard? I heard she's going to pose for Playboy, but it's just a rumor. JC: Who needs Playboy? I have a hidden camera set up in the women's locker room...errr, I mean.. RW: ...YOU WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me? JC: Shut up, I'm just kidding, I really don't...yea, do you think they believe me? The ref calls for the bell and the match is under way. Brandi and Sparks circle each other and then meet in the middle of the ring face to face, Brandi having to look up to the taller Damien Sparks. Sparks takes a step back and extends his hand to shake Brandi's. RW: Don't do it! It's a trick. Brandi extends her hand back and the two opponents shake hands. They each let go and back off from each other ready to get the match started. JC: What the hell? Did two people just shake hands during the main event match at the SFT pay per view, and not try to cheap shot each other? RW: ::jaw is dropped:: JC: My thoughts exactly. RW: Well, we should expect this from these two. They are friends. Brandi and Sparks engage in a collar and elbow lock up. Brandi pushes Sparks around and locks her arms around his waist. Sparks breaks and reverses the hold, ending up behind Brandi in the same maneuver. Brandi quickly drops to the mat in a leg sweep maneuver taking Sparks to the ground. Both quickly get up and circle each other once again. JC: Neither person giving any advantage to the other. RW: Flawless wrestling thus far. They know each other pretty well and it's showing here in the early going. The two engage in a collar and elbow tie up again and Brandi locks in a side headlock. She wrenches it a few times, then Sparks gives an elbow to the gut and sends Brandi to the ropes. Brandi comes back and ducks a clothesline, bounces off the ropes and connects with a back flying elbow. She quickly drops an elbow to the chest of Sparks and then a quick leg drop. She goes to pick Sparks up, but Sparks quickly rolls out of the ring. JC: Smart move by Sparks there. Get out of the ring and start over. RW: Yea, Brandi was getting the upper hand there. Sparks rolling out of the ring stops her momentum and gets the flow back to where he wants it. The ref reaches a 7 count and Sparks slides back into the ring. The two circle each other once again and then Sparks raises one arm up as if to ask for a test of strength. Brandi goes for it and one arm is locked. Sparks puts up the other arm and Brandi matches. Within a matter of seconds, Sparks nails Brandi with a kick to the stomach. Brandi falls to the mat, in somewhat of shock. She looks back at Sparks with disbelief and he just smirks back at her. JC: Now that's what I'm talking about. When the title is on the line, you can only be friends for so long. RW: It was only a matter of time before this turned to business as usual for the cocky and arrogant Damien Sparks. The camera zooms in on Brandi's face and her look of disbelief turns to anger. She charges Sparks and spears him to the ground. She gets on top and begins to throw fists of fury, right after left, into the skull of Damien Sparks. Sparks covers up and the ref begins a five count. Brandi lets up and pulls Sparks up by the hair and throws him into the corner. She takes a step back and charges her shoulder into Sparks gut. On the third attempt, Sparks jumps up and Brandi nails the post. Sparks comes back down and rolls Brandi into a pin. The ref counts 1...2…and Brandi kicks out. Sparks goes to work on Brandi's shoulder as he gets her in a cross face chicken wing. The ref continually asks Brandi if she wants to give up and she repeatedly says no. Sparks puts it on as tight as he can, but eventually gets frustrated that Brandi wont give up and he releases the hold and Brandi grabs her shoulder in excruciating pain. Sparks takes Brandi and throws her to the outside. He steps through the ropes and to the floor, picks up Brandi and whips her into the steel steps, shoulder first. A big "thud" is heard as Brandi's body meets the steel steps. JC: It's getting serious out there now. Friendship or not, Sparks wants to regain the SFT title. RW: Yea, and he'll do it by any means necessary. JC: Ok, Farrooq. RW: Shut up. He throws Brandi back into the ring and pins her. The ref counts 1...2...thr...no, Brandi kicks out. Sparks' mouth drops in amazement. He gets up with his hands on his hips. He paces for a few seconds and then goes back over to a seemingly lifeless Brandi James. He leans over to pick her up, but she surprises him with a small package. The ref counts 1...2...but Sparks kicks out. He quickly gets up and begins to stomp Brandi James. He locks in a front face lock and brings her to her feet where he lines her up and nails her with a stalling brainbuster. JC: Oh my god, i think he broke her neck. RW: It's not looking good at all for the Champion. Sparks goes for the pin again. The ref counts 1…2…thr...What's this?! Sparks pulled Brandi's shoulders off the mat. He wants to inflict more pain. JC: What is he doing?! He had the World Title in his grasp! RW: Remember the cocky and arrogant thing...yea, this is it. He figures he has her right where he wants her and now he wants to humiliate the champ. Sparks picks up Brandi, just to go ahead and slam her back to the mat with a vicious body slam. He walks to the feet of Brandi James and puts her in the sharpshooter. There is no expression on Brandi's face. She's out cold. Sparks has the sharpshooter locked in to a lifeless body. The ref screams at Brandi trying to get any kind of reaction out of her. Just as the ref is about to call for the bell though, Brandi raises her arm in the air. She may tap out. But instead of tapping, she puts her arm back on the mat and with two arms, she pushes herself up off the mat and begins to drag Sparks to the ropes with her. Brandi gets over to the ropes, reaches out for them, but is inches shy of being able to reach them. Then, with one last burst of energy, she lunges her body forward and grabs onto the bottom rope, seemingly for dear life. Sparks isn't letting go of the hold. The ref begins the count...1...2...3...4…Sparks finally lets up for fear of disqualification. Brandi is still holding onto the bottom rope as it if was some sort of life preserver. Sparks, increasingly frustrated, goes to the outside and grabs a chair. JC: Wow, you have to admire Brandi's heart. I can't believe she's even conscious. RW: You and me both, but why is Sparks goin for a chair? JC: He probably figures that if nothing else is working, he might as well go to his last resort. Brandi struggles to her feet as Sparks slides back into the ring with the chair. Sparks charges at Brandi and winds back to nail her. He comes down with the chair, but is halted...THE REF GRABBED THE CHAIR. The ref throws the chair out of the ring and the two begin to argue. Seeing this, Brandi wobbles over, falls to her knees and nails Sparks with a low blow. Sparks grabs his jewels and keels over. The ref begins a 10 count with both competitors down. RW: That could be a momentum shifter. JC: Yea, Brandi needs to get an offensive onslaught going. The ref continues the count 5...6...7...8...and Brandi makes it to her feet, as does Sparks. Sparks charges Brandi, but Brandi throws Sparks with a Northern Lights Suplex. With Sparks near the corner, Brandi hops to the top rope with a springboard summersault. Brandi hooks the leg and the ref counts...1..2...and Sparks kicks out. Brandi picks up Sparks and delivers a piledriver. Brandi comes around to the legs of Sparks and slaps on a Boston Crab. RW: Hmm, you know what i realized? JC: You actually realized something?! That's an accomplishment in itself. RW: Anyway, did you notice the styles here? They're very similar. Sparks nailed a brainbuster and followed with a sharpshooter. Brandi comes with a piledriver and follows with a Boston crab. A devastating neck move, followed by a submission to the legs. JC: Wow Randy! (note sarcasm) That's great! Thanks! The ref continues to ask Sparks if he's ready to give up and Sparks continues to say no. Brandi releases the hold, but quickly follows up with a leg drop. She picks up Sparks and whips him to the corner. She sits Sparks up on the top rope, punches him in the head a few times and then nails him with a DDT from the top rope. With a newfound burst of energy, Brandi hops to the top rope and delivers a Shooting Star Press. Brandi hooks the leg and the ref counts...1...2...thre...no, somehow Sparks kicks out. JC: You've got to be kidding me. How did he kick out? How?! RW: When the SFT Heavyweight Title is on the line, you're body will subconsciously react, and I think that's what happened here. There's no way Sparks can still be conscious. (Brandi starts to get mad. She picks up Sparks again, and scoop slams him down. She then taunts the crowd, and climbs the turnbuckle again. The crowd cheers as she attempts a Long Kiss Goodnight, and she hits it, but Damien is able to muster up the strength to roll himself on top of Brandi, and hook the leg tight.) Referee: 1…2…3! That's it! JC: WHAT? NO WAY! RW: I don't believe it. What a win! ("Fuck You" by Ja Rule starts playing over the speakers as Damien uses the ropes to pick himself up, and Brandi stands back up shocked at what happened. The referee grabs the belt, and hands it to Damien who holds it up high in the air.) Candy Peaks: The winner of this match, and the NEW SFT World Heavyweight Champion…DAMIEN SPARKS! (Damien taunts the crowd as half cheer and half boo him. He looks at Brandi, and shows her the belt with a grin on his face. Brandi sighs, and gives Damien a congratulatory hug for winning. Damien then climbs the top rope, and holds the belt up again still with that big grin on his face.) RW: And Damien leaves here a happy man. JC: He sure does…he gets to wrestle with Brandi James for a good half hour, and end up with the world title as well. He sure is lucky. RW: Well that just about wraps it up for Hallowed Grounds. Thanks for watching. This is Randy… JC: And Johnny… RW: Saying goodnight, and god bless.
RW: Only get better from here?! How can it get any better than what we've seen tonight? Are you telling me that we still have yet to reach the climax? We still have yet to reach the summit of this show?
JC: Um...yea, are you trying to sound like you're a college professor or something because you sound like a jackass. Do me a favor and shut up, thanks.
RW: I'm sorry, I don't know where that came from. I need a drink of water.
JC: Good, you do that. Anyway SFT fans, we still have one more match to come and it's the granddaddy of them all. The SFT World Title, the most prized possession in the industry today is up for grabs. It's all on the line next when the Champion Brandi James puts the title up against her good friend and the challenger Damien Sparks.
The arena lights cut out the introduction starts on the Strike-Tron. "Are You Ready?" flashes on the big screen then slowly fades. There's another flash, "You Are About To Be Entertained." Just as before it slowly fades only to be replaced with "By The Legendary…" again the text fades, followed by "Reflection of Perfection…". It's still for a moment; you can guess what's coming next. The text shatters and the name of this competitor flashes on the screen…"DAMIEN SPARKS" Suddenly "Fuck You" by Ja Rule hits the speakers just as red and white lights start to flash all the way around the arena, as if you were in a club. A thunderous boom of red pyro smashes out at the top of the ramp and out from the curtain steps Damien Sparks, in his usual ring attire, ready for action. The arena is engulfed with boo's as Damien Sparks stands still, smiling arrogantly at the crowd in attendance. He raises his arms in the air and streams red and white pyro shoot out from the sides of the ramp, as he slowly makes his way to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps and enters he ring via the middle rope. He struts over to the left hand turnbuckle, climbs it and raises is arms in the air, causing the fans to boo even more. Damien smirks as he steps off the apron. The music dies down and Damien Sparks looks up at the entrance, waiting for Brandi to be introduced.
RW: Wow JC, Damien looks really confident tonight, doesn't he?
JC: Yea, he's got an aura about him. This very well could be a night in San Antonio that none of us will forget.
The lights dim and "Enemy" by Seven dust starts up. As the bass line picks up, two shots of purple and silver pyro shoot straight up towards the arena's rafters. As the smoke clears, Brandi James is standing with arms outstretched she, and then makes her way slowly down the ramp and around the ring, taunting the fans. Brandi then slides under the rope and into the ring and they moves into each of the rings corners, each time raising her arms and yelling back at the fans before going over towards the entrance again and bending over, sexually stretching before getting ready to start the match.
RW: JC, um, are you sporting wood?
JC: Randy! Now come on. That's disgusting...but yes, yes I am. You must love Miami for producing sure a hot babe like Brandi James. As long as she's champion, we'll get to see more and more of her for a long time to come.
RW: You want to know what I heard? I heard she's going to pose for Playboy, but it's just a rumor.
JC: Who needs Playboy? I have a hidden camera set up in the women's locker room...errr, I mean..
RW: ...YOU WHAT?! Why didn't you tell me?
JC: Shut up, I'm just kidding, I really don't...yea, do you think they believe me?
The ref calls for the bell and the match is under way. Brandi and Sparks circle each other and then meet in the middle of the ring face to face, Brandi having to look up to the taller Damien Sparks. Sparks takes a step back and extends his hand to shake Brandi's.
RW: Don't do it! It's a trick.
Brandi extends her hand back and the two opponents shake hands. They each let go and back off from each other ready to get the match started.
JC: What the hell? Did two people just shake hands during the main event match at the SFT pay per view, and not try to cheap shot each other?
RW: ::jaw is dropped::
JC: My thoughts exactly.
RW: Well, we should expect this from these two. They are friends.
Brandi and Sparks engage in a collar and elbow lock up. Brandi pushes Sparks around and locks her arms around his waist. Sparks breaks and reverses the hold, ending up behind Brandi in the same maneuver. Brandi quickly drops to the mat in a leg sweep maneuver taking Sparks to the ground. Both quickly get up and circle each other once again.
JC: Neither person giving any advantage to the other.
RW: Flawless wrestling thus far. They know each other pretty well and it's showing here in the early going.
The two engage in a collar and elbow tie up again and Brandi locks in a side headlock. She wrenches it a few times, then Sparks gives an elbow to the gut and sends Brandi to the ropes. Brandi comes back and ducks a clothesline, bounces off the ropes and connects with a back flying elbow. She quickly drops an elbow to the chest of Sparks and then a quick leg drop. She goes to pick Sparks up, but Sparks quickly rolls out of the ring.
JC: Smart move by Sparks there. Get out of the ring and start over.
RW: Yea, Brandi was getting the upper hand there. Sparks rolling out of the ring stops her momentum and gets the flow back to where he wants it.
The ref reaches a 7 count and Sparks slides back into the ring. The two circle each other once again and then Sparks raises one arm up as if to ask for a test of strength. Brandi goes for it and one arm is locked. Sparks puts up the other arm and Brandi matches. Within a matter of seconds, Sparks nails Brandi with a kick to the stomach. Brandi falls to the mat, in somewhat of shock. She looks back at Sparks with disbelief and he just smirks back at her.
JC: Now that's what I'm talking about. When the title is on the line, you can only be friends for so long.
RW: It was only a matter of time before this turned to business as usual for the cocky and arrogant Damien Sparks.
The camera zooms in on Brandi's face and her look of disbelief turns to anger. She charges Sparks and spears him to the ground. She gets on top and begins to throw fists of fury, right after left, into the skull of Damien Sparks. Sparks covers up and the ref begins a five count. Brandi lets up and pulls Sparks up by the hair and throws him into the corner. She takes a step back and charges her shoulder into Sparks gut. On the third attempt, Sparks jumps up and Brandi nails the post. Sparks comes back down and rolls Brandi into a pin. The ref counts 1...2…and Brandi kicks out. Sparks goes to work on Brandi's shoulder as he gets her in a cross face chicken wing. The ref continually asks Brandi if she wants to give up and she repeatedly says no. Sparks puts it on as tight as he can, but eventually gets frustrated that Brandi wont give up and he releases the hold and Brandi grabs her shoulder in excruciating pain. Sparks takes Brandi and throws her to the outside. He steps through the ropes and to the floor, picks up Brandi and whips her into the steel steps, shoulder first. A big "thud" is heard as Brandi's body meets the steel steps.
JC: It's getting serious out there now. Friendship or not, Sparks wants to regain the SFT title.
RW: Yea, and he'll do it by any means necessary.
JC: Ok, Farrooq.
RW: Shut up.
He throws Brandi back into the ring and pins her. The ref counts 1...2...thr...no, Brandi kicks out. Sparks' mouth drops in amazement. He gets up with his hands on his hips. He paces for a few seconds and then goes back over to a seemingly lifeless Brandi James. He leans over to pick her up, but she surprises him with a small package. The ref counts 1...2...but Sparks kicks out. He quickly gets up and begins to stomp Brandi James. He locks in a front face lock and brings her to her feet where he lines her up and nails her with a stalling brainbuster.
JC: Oh my god, i think he broke her neck.
RW: It's not looking good at all for the Champion.
Sparks goes for the pin again. The ref counts 1…2…thr...What's this?! Sparks pulled Brandi's shoulders off the mat. He wants to inflict more pain.
JC: What is he doing?! He had the World Title in his grasp!
RW: Remember the cocky and arrogant thing...yea, this is it. He figures he has her right where he wants her and now he wants to humiliate the champ.
Sparks picks up Brandi, just to go ahead and slam her back to the mat with a vicious body slam. He walks to the feet of Brandi James and puts her in the sharpshooter. There is no expression on Brandi's face. She's out cold. Sparks has the sharpshooter locked in to a lifeless body. The ref screams at Brandi trying to get any kind of reaction out of her. Just as the ref is about to call for the bell though, Brandi raises her arm in the air. She may tap out. But instead of tapping, she puts her arm back on the mat and with two arms, she pushes herself up off the mat and begins to drag Sparks to the ropes with her. Brandi gets over to the ropes, reaches out for them, but is inches shy of being able to reach them. Then, with one last burst of energy, she lunges her body forward and grabs onto the bottom rope, seemingly for dear life. Sparks isn't letting go of the hold. The ref begins the count...1...2...3...4…Sparks finally lets up for fear of disqualification. Brandi is still holding onto the bottom rope as it if was some sort of life preserver. Sparks, increasingly frustrated, goes to the outside and grabs a chair.
JC: Wow, you have to admire Brandi's heart. I can't believe she's even conscious.
RW: You and me both, but why is Sparks goin for a chair?
JC: He probably figures that if nothing else is working, he might as well go to his last resort.
Brandi struggles to her feet as Sparks slides back into the ring with the chair. Sparks charges at Brandi and winds back to nail her. He comes down with the chair, but is halted...THE REF GRABBED THE CHAIR. The ref throws the chair out of the ring and the two begin to argue. Seeing this, Brandi wobbles over, falls to her knees and nails Sparks with a low blow. Sparks grabs his jewels and keels over. The ref begins a 10 count with both competitors down.
RW: That could be a momentum shifter.
JC: Yea, Brandi needs to get an offensive onslaught going.
The ref continues the count 5...6...7...8...and Brandi makes it to her feet, as does Sparks. Sparks charges Brandi, but Brandi throws Sparks with a Northern Lights Suplex. With Sparks near the corner, Brandi hops to the top rope with a springboard summersault. Brandi hooks the leg and the ref counts...1..2...and Sparks kicks out. Brandi picks up Sparks and delivers a piledriver. Brandi comes around to the legs of Sparks and slaps on a Boston Crab.
RW: Hmm, you know what i realized?
JC: You actually realized something?! That's an accomplishment in itself.
RW: Anyway, did you notice the styles here? They're very similar. Sparks nailed a brainbuster and followed with a sharpshooter. Brandi comes with a piledriver and follows with a Boston crab. A devastating neck move, followed by a submission to the legs.
JC: Wow Randy! (note sarcasm) That's great! Thanks!
The ref continues to ask Sparks if he's ready to give up and Sparks continues to say no. Brandi releases the hold, but quickly follows up with a leg drop. She picks up Sparks and whips him to the corner. She sits Sparks up on the top rope, punches him in the head a few times and then nails him with a DDT from the top rope. With a newfound burst of energy, Brandi hops to the top rope and delivers a Shooting Star Press. Brandi hooks the leg and the ref counts...1...2...thre...no, somehow Sparks kicks out.
JC: You've got to be kidding me. How did he kick out? How?!
RW: When the SFT Heavyweight Title is on the line, you're body will subconsciously react, and I think that's what happened here. There's no way Sparks can still be conscious.
(Brandi starts to get mad. She picks up Sparks again, and scoop slams him down. She then taunts the crowd, and climbs the turnbuckle again. The crowd cheers as she attempts a Long Kiss Goodnight, and she hits it, but Damien is able to muster up the strength to roll himself on top of Brandi, and hook the leg tight.)
Referee: 1…2…3! That's it!
JC: WHAT? NO WAY!
RW: I don't believe it. What a win!
("Fuck You" by Ja Rule starts playing over the speakers as Damien uses the ropes to pick himself up, and Brandi stands back up shocked at what happened. The referee grabs the belt, and hands it to Damien who holds it up high in the air.)
Candy Peaks: The winner of this match, and the NEW SFT World Heavyweight Champion…DAMIEN SPARKS!
(Damien taunts the crowd as half cheer and half boo him. He looks at Brandi, and shows her the belt with a grin on his face. Brandi sighs, and gives Damien a congratulatory hug for winning. Damien then climbs the top rope, and holds the belt up again still with that big grin on his face.)
RW: And Damien leaves here a happy man.
JC: He sure does…he gets to wrestle with Brandi James for a good half hour, and end up with the world title as well. He sure is lucky.
RW: Well that just about wraps it up for Hallowed Grounds. Thanks for watching. This is Randy…
JC: And Johnny…
RW: Saying goodnight, and god bless.
Winner: Damien Sparks
*** As the World Champion is announced. Brandi and Damien stand in the center of the ring, looking at each other. Brandi extends her hand to say congratulations to Damien. He looks at her and shakes his head. He grabs her hand and pulls her tightly to him. And locks eyes with her. Brandi chest rises and falls with every short breath. Damien leans in to her, as the camera picks up him saying " I love You. " . Brandi smiles, and repeats back the words Damien has wanted her to say. " I love You, too. " Damien leans in and passionately kisses Brandi. Who weakens at the power of his kiss. He stops and looks at her. Placing his arm around her shoulder they walk to the corner of the ring. Damien holds down the ropes for Brandi as she steps through. Damien leaps with joy over the top rope to meet her. As the pair walk arm and arm up the ramp. And we Fade away.....***
