Strike Fantasy Towers
Saturday Night Slaughter ™
With Facilitator, Tony Barrera, and Jessie Jobber
August 31, 2002
Saturday Night 9:00pm, Live From Buffalo, New York- HSBC Arena

It's 9:00pm Est... The SFT logo is fading in on millions of TV screens... The letters "S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R" fly across the screens next, andLinkin Park's "Pts.Of.Athrty" blasts over all of their speakers and the new Saturday Night Slaughter introduction plays. Different superstars are shown hitting their different finishing maneuvers, then there are close ups shown of other superstars posing. The new Slaughter logo fades across the screen, then...

BA-BA-BA-BA-BA-BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The scene cuts to inside the HSBC Arena where a live audience is going insane. The camera focuses on the main stage where lights are flashing like crazy and another Slaughter promoting video plays on the Strike-Tron. An amazing display of pyros is going off right above the set. A blue X-Formation is exploding right over head and leaving an awesome smoke effect behind. The entire ramp leading to the ring is lit up with a marquee effect of white pyros firing off symetricly on both sides of the ramp. As the final pyros go off at the bottom of the ramp, the entire over head above the ring begins firing off blue streaking pyros as well. As they explode, all four turnbuckles of the ring also shoot off and simulataneously sparklers explode all around the Strike-Tron. As the final pyros in the entire display go off on the Tron and the smoke fades away, the commentators are put on the air and shots of the audience waving signs and cheering are shown.

Tony Barrera: Hello everyone and welcome to Slaughter!

Jessie Jobber: Hey! Here we are live in the HSBC Arena, Buffalo, MY; one week after another huge SFT PPV.

The camera cuts back to the crowd to show the smiling faces of people excited to be there. The Slaughter theme song begins to die down as the final smoke clears, the camera focuses on on several of the signs in the crowd. Some include: "Mosh Girl as reached the EnD of the RoaD.", "Death to Fatty, "Rando will be next to face Total Elimination", "FoLLoW ThE BrEaD cRuMbS", and "Jessie Jobber is my Father".

TB: We have a great line up for you tonight people but as I understand it we're going to kick off Slaughter with a rather important and interesting announcement from the shows producer, Facilitator.

Almost on cue to Barrera's words, the lights dim down and blackness takes over the arena. The Strike-Tron flcikers on illuminating the crowd once again. The word "Facilitator" is highlighted across it, then clips of Facilitator being seen in the back are shown as "The New Style" explodes into the arena. The fans cheer as the lights flash a dark gold color and the new Slaughter Producer Facilitator steps onto the stage. The lovely Candy peaks steps into the ring holding a microphone.

Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentleman please welcome the Producer of Saturday Night Slaughter... hailing from Miami, Folorida; The Facilitator!

Facilitator is wearing the usual casual sports coat, with the sleeves cut off, and a pair of jeans. Facilitator paces to the bottom of the steel steps, climbs them, and enters the ring quickly through the top and second rope. Once in the ring, he spins around with his arms out showboating for the crowd. He then walks towards the center of the ring as Candy Peaks hands him her microphone. He raises the mic to his lips to address the jam packed crowd.

Facilitator: Hello, hello! Welcome to Slaughter!! Now we're all here to watch a wrestling show tonight, so let's not waste to much time talking! I have one, simple yet important thing to say. From now on the last hour of this show will be known as the hour of extremist. What do I mean? I mean the to Slaughter matches will pretty much always have special stipulations to make them more interesting and more entertaining for you the fans. Well that is pretty much all I have to say, so commence le festival! That means start the show, or somehting like that...

Facilitator steps out of the ring quickly now and takes his place at the commentators table. He places on his head set and the other commentators greet him.

JJ: Hey man! Great speech!

Facilitator: Ummmm Yeah.

TB: So the top of the show is like, all extreme now huh?

Facilitator: Yep.

TB: Awesome.

Facilitator: But do you know what's awesomer?

JJ: No what?

Facilitator: We've got a babe match up first!

TB: Excellent!

JJ: What are we waiting for? Let's start this shite!

Match Number One
Rachel Murphy vs. Mosh Girl
Standard Women's Match

Facilitator: Well there goes Candy Peaks, off to announce the match.

Candy Peaks: Hello everyone and welcome to Slaughter! Your first match is a standard women's match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Stamford, Connecticut... Weighing in at one hundred, twenty-five pounds... Here is Rachel Murphy!

"Highway to Hell" by AC/DC begins to play and Rachel Murphy steps through the curtain out onto the stage, getting a huge ovation from the crowd. She runs down the aisle and slides into the ring, where she gets set to go.

JJ: Man she looks hot tonight!

Facilitator: There's the question of the evening! Who would you rather bang? Rachel Murphy or Mosh Girl?

TB: I'm spoken for I better not open my mouth.

Rachel is pacing around the ring when "Tougher Than Leather" by Run DMC hits and pink and red lights flash through the arena. Mosh Girl step out on stage and strikes a pose. She walks to the ring blowing kisses to fans. She slides in the ring and strikes another sexy pose as sparks rain down on her.

JJ: I wish I could afford a camera... Peaks, Murphy, and Mosh Girl all in the same ring? I dreamt about this once!

TB: Only once? Damn.

Facilitator: Hey I thought you were spoken for.

TB: That doesn't mean I can't dream.

Facilitator: Good point.

Adam Brooks jogs down to the ring as the lights return to normal. He checks both women for foreign objects and almost gets slapped by Rachel. He tells both women to go to neutral corners, then calls for the starting bell.

JJ: Here we go! I wish I had a VCR to tape this! Damn, I wish I had a lot of things.

Brooks signals for the match to start and the two women run right at each other. They get into a grapple, which Rachel Murphy quickly wins and launches Mosh Girl to the corner. Rachel follows up by grabbing the top rope and kicking Mosh Girl in the gut several times. Rachel then brings Mosh Girl away from the turnbuckle and plants her with a frontface DDT.

TB: Damn, Rachel really drilled Mosh Girl there.

Facilitator: I wouldn't mind drilling Mosh Girl myself.

Rachel climbs to her feet and looks down at Mosh Girl with an arrogant smirk. Mosh Girl is on all fours trying to get back up, and Rachel delivers a sharp kick to the rib cage. Mosh Girl grabs her side and rolls over onto her back in pain.

JJ: With those boots Rachel has on that must kill.

Rachel lets out a sadistic chuckle, then goes to kick Mosh Girl again. Mosh Girl throws up her arms to block, and managers to grab Rachel's foot in the process. Rachel hops up and down trying to keep her balance, but Mosh Girl is strong enough to throw Rachel back, causing her to lose balance and fall to the mat.

Facilitator: Mosh Girl's looking to turn it around now.

Mosh Girl rolls to her feet and raises her arms to the crowd's approval. Rachel is trying to be quick back to her feet, but Mosh Girl thinks quickly, places her leg on Rachel's bent knee, and springs off of it to spin around Rachel and catch her with a Climb Up Wheel Kick to the back of Rachel. Rachel hits the mat face first and reaches behind her to rub her back. Mosh Girl then stands in front of Rachel and waits for her to get to her feet. As Rachel begins to get up, Mosh Girl runs beside her, bounces off the ropes behind her, then catches her with a text book bull dog. Mosh Girl is instantly back on her feet as Rachel lies diagonally positioned to the turnbuckle. Mosh Girl points to the turnbuckle and the crowd roars.

TB: Looks like Mosh Girl's gonna take to the air.

Mosh Girl walks over to the turnbuckle and quickly climbs to the top, facing the crowd's direction. Once at the top, she pauses for a minute to taunt the crowd. She begins to do a little dance swaying her hips side to side and running her hands all over her body.A "Take it Off!" chant begins and a huge smile crosses Mosh Girl's face.

Facilitator: Whoa! Is she thinking about doing it? Viewer descretion is advised! Viewer descretion advised!

Mosh Girl points to her top then begins to loosen the strings in the back. The crowd goes absolutely nuts... Then suddenly boos. Rachel has gotten up and clubbed Mosh Girl from behind.

JJ: Boooooo! Boooooo!

Rachel climbs up the turnbuckle behind Mosh Girl, grabs her by the lower tights, then delivers a super back drop off the top rope. They crush with a huge thud and Mosh Girl folds up like an accordian, with her legs up to her head.

TB: Wow.

Facilitator: Boooooiiiiiiinnnnnggggg....

Rachel hooks the leg now and Ref Brooks stops drewling long enough to make a count.

Ref Brooks: One... Two... shoulder up!

Mosh Girl barely gets the shoulder up. Rachel lifts Mosh Girl to her feet right into a side headlock. Rachel wrenches on Mosh Girl's head as tightly as she can, but Mosh Girl begins to deliver a flurry of punches to Rachel's side. Rachel eventually is forced to break the hold and then Mosh Girl throws Rachel to the ropes. Mosh Girl bounces off the ropes as well and comes back at Rachel with an incredible sunset flip.

JJ: My god I'd love to be in Mosh Girl's position.

Ref Brooks: One... Two... kick out!

Rachel quickly kicks out but Mosh Girl is back up as well. Rachel tries to get back on the offense but is met with a boot to the gut from Mosh Girl. Mosh Girl then shoves Rachel's head between her legs and the male fans all cheer louder than they have yet this evening. Mosh Girl begins to do a little grinding dance to add to the fans pleasure, then she executes a triple powerbomb combination.

TB: Unconceivable!

Facilitator: Who cares what it's called, I want to be a part of it!

Rachel is knocked out flat on her back in the middle of the ring, and Mosh Girl is left with a huge smile on her face. She paces around the ring, then climbs to the top turnbuckle again. She points at the fallen Rachel, then dives off with a flipping senton bomb as camera's flash across the arena.

JJ: Awesome!

Mosh Girl immediately hooks the leg after the high risk manuever, then Ref Brooks counts.

Ref Brooks: One... Two... Three! That's it ring the bell!

The bells sounds and "Tougher Than Leather" hits the speakers again. Mosh Girl rises to her feet and paces around the ring posing for the fans as Slaughter goes to it's first commercial break.

Facilitator: Wow. Just wow. We need a break, and I need a cold shower. We'll be back!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Mosh Girl via Pinfall!!!

COMMERCIAL

A commercial for Robin William's new movie, One Hour Photo, plays.

Robin Williams plays the part of a psychotic photograph developer who begins to spy on a family.

Rated R.

Facilitator: We're back here on Slaughter after an... enticing first match between Mosh Girl and Rachel.

JJ: I'm scared of that Robin Williams movie!

TB: Yeah Mrs. Doubtfire freaked me out a little to.

JJ: No I meant the new one they just showed a commercial for.

Facilitator: Right... Anyway, let's get to the next match. KC Kirk Canyon takes on Connor MacDaddy in the second match of the night. Let's go to Candy in the ring.

The bell sounds twice as Referee Leon Tyson jogs down to the ring and Candy climbs the steel steps with a microphone in hand.

Candy Peaks: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will be under jurisdiction of Referee Leon Tyson.

Tyson waves to the crowd.

Candy Peaks: First; from Las Vegas, Nevada...

"Trucker's Anthem" by Kid Rock hits the speakers, and KC Kirk Canyon steps out onto the stage bouncing side to side.

Candy Peaks: Weighing in at two hundred, sixty-nine pounds... KC Kirk Canyon!

At the mention of his name, Kirk sprints to the ring and slides right in under the bottom rope. He raises his arms into the air and receives a mixed reaction from the crowd.

TB: Kirk looks like he's all about business tonight.

Facilitator: That he does, but I'm sure MacDaddy will look no less serious.

The bell sounds twice again as Ref Tyson checks Canyon to make sure he's not holding any foreign objects.

Candy Peaks: And his opponent, from Boston Massachusetts...

Rage Against the Machine's Broken Man plays as Connor MacDaddy comes out from the back and walks down to the ring wearing black boots, black pants, and a sleeve-less Connor MacDaddy T-Shirt .

Candy Peaks: He weighs in at two hundred, sixty-five pounds... The self-proclaimed Hardcore Legend, Connor MacDaddy!

As Candy shouts Connor's name, Connor lashes out at Canyon and nails him with a right hand. Leon Tyson calls for the starting bell and Candy scrambles out of the ring.

Facilitator: And this one's under way!

MacDaddy continues to deliver multiple shots to Canyon's head, then he throws him into the corner. MacDaddy grabs ahold of the second rope on both sides of Canyon, and uses the ropes to help drive his shoulder into Canyon's gut. MacDaddy thrust his shoulder into Canyon's midsection three times before Ref Tyson begins counting the violations. The crowd let's out as huge moan with each thrust, then on the sixth thrust MacDaddy releases the ropes and tells Tyson to get out of his face. The crowd gives MacDaddy a lot of heat for this, but he seemingly doesn't care. He grabs Canyon by the head, then lifts him into a scoop slam position. However instead of following through with the slam, MacDaddy continues to display his strength and he lifts Canyon straight up over his head. The crowd then lets out a gasp as MacDaddy drops Canyon a good seven feet to the mat behind him. Canyon hits the matt hard face first, then flips onto his back.

TB: You know that isn't exactly a tingly sensation.

JJ: No argument there.

MacDaddy paces around the ring slowly and taunts Canyon to get up. As Canyon staggers to his feet, MacDaddy leans back into the ropes, then launches himself at Canyon with a high flipping drop kick, catching Canyon in the face. Canyon falls back to the mat once again, this time gripping his face. MacDaddy quickly rolls into the cover and pulls back the leg for leverage.

Ref Tyson: One... Two... kick out!

Facilitator: Close call early on for Canyon.

MacDaddy gets back up quickly as Canyon slowly climbs to his feet using the ropes. Canyon sees MacDaddy approaching him and attempts to charge with a clothesline. MacDaddy ducts the clothesline, wrapping his arms around Canyon's midsection in the process. MacDaddy swings into a rear grapple, then plants Canyon to the mat with a German suplex.

JJ: It sucks to be Canyon right now.

TB: That may be true, but it's got to suck to be you anytime.

JJ: Nuh-uh!

Back in the ring MacDaddy is getting to his feet and Canyon is laying face first on the mat grabbing the back of his head. MacDaddy seizes this oppurtunity to walk up behind Canyon and grab his legs. MacDaddy calls for then locks on a Boston crab. You can see the arrogance in his eyes as he pulls back on the legs of Canyon, damaging his lower spine. Canyon screams out in agony, then suddenly clasps his legs together behind MacDaddy.

Facilitator: What the... What's he trying to do?

Canyon catches MacDaddy by surprise forcing him to loosen his grop a little. This is enough leniancy for Canyon to use all the strength in his legs to flip MacDaddy forward and underneath him so that Canyon is mounting MacDaddy's upperbody. Canyon doesn't hesitate to begin lashing out with punches to MacDaddy's face as the crowd cheers.

TB: Whoa. Cool reversal by Canyon, didn't know he had it in him.

Facilitator: Me either. Pretty impressive, let's see if he can capitilize.

Canyon continues to lace into MacDaddy with lefts and rights, and it's not soon before Ref Tyson has to step in again and begin a five count. After five more punches, Canyon gets to his feet and paces around as MacDaddy tries to recover.

TB: Now this is where Canyon has to be smart and try to take advantage. Don't let the other guy breath!

JJ: Yeah but Canyon needs to catch his breath, he's going to be running on 'E' soon.

TB: What the hell do you know?

JJ: Hey I'm a former TFW and EFW World Champion. I know what I'm talking about!

TB: Pleeeaaaaasssseeee.

Facilitator: Now, now boys. Call the match.

Canyon walks back over to MacDaddy finally who is just starting to stir and roll to his feet. Canyon grabs MacDaddy by the arm and pushes him off the ropes to aide an Irish Whip to the opposite ropes. As MacDaddy comes back Canyon spins around and throws his elbow right into the jaw of MacDaddy, sending him back to the mat. Canyon then paces around another second before coming to stand right by MacDaddy's head. Canyon looks around at the crowd, then jumps straight up in the air to come down hard with a leg drop. Canyon then quickly swings his legs away from MacDaddy and his arms towards MacDaddy for a lateral press cover.

Ref Tyson: One... Two... shoulder up! He got the shoulder up.

JJ: Canyon's in control now.

Canyon swiftly gets to his feet, then comes crashing down on MacDaddy's chest cavity with his elbow. Canyon then gets to his feet quickly again, and comes down with another elbow to the sternum. Then another, and another, and another. Canyon contiues to deliver multiple elbow drops to MacDaddy, and with each one the crowd lets outs a cheer. Finally Canyon stops delivering elbow drops and he walks to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope... Only to fly off with a final flying elbow drop.

Facilitator: Canyon sure is utilizing that elbow.

TB: I know huh.

The crowd cheers in approval as Canyon covers MacDaddy another time.

Ref Tyson: One... Two... kick out! Kick out at two.

Canyon looks disappointed and glances at the ref who signals only a two count. Suddenly Canyon's disappointment turns to determination and he shouts out, calling for the end. Canyon grabs MacDaddy by the arm and yanks him to his feet. He begins to pull on MacDaddy's arm as if going for another Irish whip, but MacDaddy reverses the whip.

Facilitator: Reversal by MacDaddy now...

MacDaddy follows up by running at finish and he collides for a clothesline right at the ropes, sending both men over the top and to the outside.

TB: What a clothesline by MacDaddy.

MacDaddy lands right on his feet, but Canyon is sprawled out on the floor. MacDaddy doesn't waste time and he begins to throw boots right to the midsection of Canyon. Ref Tyson is leaning over the top rope pointing and shouting at MacDaddy, telling him to get back in the ring. MacDaddy ignors the refs pleas and goes to pick Canyon up. Canyon is able to slip in a shot to the ribs though which stalls MacDaddy long enoughfor Canyon to get to his feet. Ref Tyson begins executing a count out.

Ref Tyson: 1... 2... 3... 4...

MacDaddy and Canyon begin to exchange right hands, but MacDaddy takes control quickly with a rake to the eyes. Canyon staggers up the entrance ramp grabbing his face and MacDaddy comes along in pursuit.

JJ: They better head back to the ring, it's not hardcore time yet!

MacDaddy delivers a club to Canyon's back, sending him further up the ramp attempting to escape.

Ref Tyson: ...5 ...6 ...7

MacDaddy then grabs Canyon by the arm and sets him up for a vertical suplex right there on the stage.

Facilitator: This would put the hurting to Canyon, but they're about to get counted out!

MacDaddy begins to lift Canyon into the air with the suplex... But then notices Tyson's count.

Ref Tyson: ...8

MacDaddy releases Canyon and begins to sprint towards the ring.

TB: He's going for the win!

As MacDaddy touches the halfway point of the ramp...

Ref Tyson: ...9

MacDaddy hits the bottom of the ramp and reaches his hand into the ring as...

Ref Tyson: ...10!

MacDaddy slides into the ring and raises his arms in victory.

JJ: Did he make it?!

Facilitator: I don't think he made it...

MacDaddy parades around the ring with his arms in the air as the fans boo... But Referee Tyson is waving his arms negatively and shouting...

Ref Tyson: No! No!

TB: He didn't make it... Did he?

Tyson comes face to face with MacDaddy and shakes his head negatively. He then points to MacDaddy like an umpire and makes the out sign. MacDaddy's eyes go wide and he begins mouthing the words "What? Come on!".

Facilitator: He didn't make it!

Tyson tells the time keeper the result of the match, and Candy Peaks enters the ring with a microphone.

TB: I guess we'll hear the official decision now.

Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentleman, the result of this match is a double count out! There is no determined winner!

JJ: Well there you have it and...

Just as Candy announces this MacDaddy flips. He kicks Ref Tyson in the gut, then sets him up and nails him with "The Daddy Bomb".

TB: Now that's uncalled for.

Facilitator: Yeah. If only I could do something about it.

JJ: Uhhhhhh...

Facilitator: Shut up, I don't feel like getting up right now.

JJ: Oh, Ok.

MacDaddy looks down at Tyson in satisfaction, and "Broken Man" hits the speakers again. MacDaddy exits the ring and begins to head up the ramp. Canyon is standing there with his hands on his hips. Suddenly MacDaddy bursts into another sprint and knocks Canyon down with a clothesline.

TB: What a bad sport.

MacDaddy walks into the back as officials come down to help their fallen friend Leon Tyson. On the way back up the ring they help Canyon up as well.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Double Countout!!!

Candy Peaks: This match is scheduled for one fall, Your referee is Colin Thrift. And now introducing the competitors, making his way out to the ring hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 245lbs, he is a member of the Elite and he is one half of the tag team champions with Connor McDaddy, ladies and gentlemen, here is Rando Sun.

"Getcha Groove On" by Limp Bizkit plays as the lights go out and red fireworks erupt from the ground, and Rando Sun comes walking out to the ring focused and ready to get it on.

TB: This youngster seemingly lost a friend and his tag team partner all in one blow when Fireball decided to go for the World Title. But then on War in a shocking revelation, he asks Connor McDaddy to be his partner. We can see now, seriousness on the kisser of Rando Sun. A former tv champion.

Facilitator: A lucky loser. That's all he is.

Candy Peaks: And his opponent representing the Foundation and one half of the returning tag team The AFTERMATH, hailing from New Orleans, LA and weighing in at 325lbs, he is ELIMINATOR.

The lights in the arena start to dim. Smoke starts to fill the enterance way as "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed hits and Eliminator appears through the smoke. Green lights start to flash all around the arena as Eliminator makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring. Inside the ring, Eliminator begins to flex his muscles. Green and white pyros then begin to shootup from the turnbuckles around Eliminator.

JJ: Eliminator is back. For a long time he has been away from the ring as an actual competitor due to being staff but at the PPV he came back and now Aftermath is back, and tonight is his first night wrestling in a long time.

Facilitator: Damn JJ you said that already, so the freaking man is back big deal.

TB: Ok guys cool it and lets get this match on

The bell sounds and Rando Sun charges Eliminator. Eliminator side steps and Rando Sun runs into the ropes and stops. He looks at Eliminator as he looks back at him and starts laughing. Rando Sun turns to look at the crowd and Eliminator charges in and this time nails with a hard clothesline sending Rando Sun to the mat. Eliminator goes for a suplex,but Rando Sun rolls him up.

Ref Thrift: One... Two... kick out!

Eliminator wastes no time and jumps on top of Rando Sun and starts beating on his head. The ref calls for the break and Eliminator gets off of Rando Sun to argue with the ref. Rando Sun rolls to the outside of the ring. Eliminator runs and dives over the top rope to find no one there as Rando Sun moves out of the way.

JJ: Oh my gosh. That could have cost him this match

Eliminator grabs his knee as Rando Sun grabs him and rolls him back into the ring. Rando Sun grabs Eliminator's knee. Rando Sun jumps again but Eliminator pulls his leg out and Rando Sun crashes down to the mat. Eliminator shakes off that knee, picks up Rando Sun and immediately slams him down with a spine breaker followed by a hard elbow drop. Eliminator picks up Rando Sun and lifts him high into the air for a suplex and then turns it into a brain buster in mid fall. Eliminator gets back up and starts screaming at the fans that he's got him. He picks Rando Sun back up and drags him over to the turn buckle. Eliminator lifts Rando Sun up and sets him on the top rope. Eliminator climbs to the top and sets Rando Sun up for a superplex. As he goes to lift, Rando blocks it. Eliminator tries again and Rando blocks him again. Rando shoves Eliminator off the top rope and he crashes into the mat. Rando stands up on the top rope and nails Eliminator with a missle dropkick. Eliminator crashes so hard that he flips over onto his stomach.

TB: What impact on that dropkick. And the tide has turned in favor of Rando Sun!

Rando runs over and makes a cover

Ref Thrift: One... Two... and Eliminator's shoulder is up!

Rando looks at the ref and asks him to count faster. Rando picks Eliminator up and drives his head into the mat with a pile driver. Rando goes for another cover.

Ref Thrift: One... Two... .Eliminator kicks out!

Rando yanks up Eliminator and slams him down with a huge DDT. The fans go wild as he calls for the Sun Splash.

JJ: Look Barrera and Facilitator, it's all over!

Facilitator: Nope, I'm not looking. There's a fine looking blonde with a huge rack in the front row. I'd watch her over these two any day of the week. Just tell me when I should talk again!

TB: No it's not over

Rando goes for the Sun Splash but Eliminator has moved just in the nic of time and Rando hit the mat hard. Eliminator hooks the leg and the official counts again...

Ref Thrift: One... Two... kick out!

Eliminator grabs Rando by the head and assists him in getting to his hands and knees as he gets back to his feet as well. Eliminator turns around to take off running when Rando suddenly grabs him by the ankle and trips him up. Rando pushes to his feet as Eliminator gets back to his hands and knees.

JJ: Nice counter from Rando to turn the tide in this match.

Rando grabs Eliminator by the back of the head as they stand up, and turns him around. Rando switches up, grabbing him by the wrist to irish whip him into the ropes on the right. Eliminator bounces off as Rando bends over, and Eliminator jumps over to pull Rando down with a sunset flip. The ref drops to make the count,

Ref Thrift: One... kick out!

They both get back to their feet and Rando goes for a clothesline but Eliminator ducks behind and applies a sleeper hold. The ref watches on as Eliminator wiggles his arms around, trying to cinch it in.

Facilitator: Eliminator with the sleeper hold, a move not seen very much anymore.

Rando slowly begins to fade as he slowly drops to one knee. Eliminator stays serious as he jerks Rando's head back, then forward, trying to further the hold as the official gets into Rando's face, asking him if he would like to submit. Rando barely shakes his head from side to side, refusing to do so, as Eliminator puts a knee onto Rando's upper spine. Rando drops to both knees as Eliminator has the hold cinched in.

TB: Eliminator is really putting this match in check.

A few moments pass by and Rando goes unresponsive to the official's questions. He grabs a hand and raises it up, then lets it fall. He screams out one, then grabs Rando's hand to lift it up once again. The ref holds it steady for a few seconds, then lets it fall for a second time. The fans become restless, some shouting at Rando to get up.

The ref holds Rando's arm up, then lets it fall and goes to call for the bell when Rando catches it and holds it up. He then begins raising his hand back up and the ref calls off the count as Rando tries mustering up whatever strength he may have into getting back up. Rando pushes back to a foot, turning his body as he starts firing off a couple of punches to Eliminator's stomach. Rando then pushes to his feet, still hunched over, but fires off a few elbows into the gut to break the hold. Rando stands upright and grabs Eliminator by the hand and irish whips him across the ring. Eliminator goes into the ropes and runs into the big boot from Rando. Eliminator rolls over and gets to his hands and knees, assisted back to his feet by Rando. Rando scoops him up into the air and presses him over his head before slamming him down on his back. Eliminator sits up holding his back as Rando runs to the ropes at the top. Rando goes into them and bounces off to run past Eliminator, heading to the ropes at the bottom while Eliminator gets back to his feet. Rando bounces off the ropes as he pulls his arm back and races at Eliminator who takes notice. Eliminator jumps for a lou thesz press almost, but Rando clotheslines him to hell in the stomach. Eliminator flies back into the ropes, hitting them before collapsing to his stomach just near the top left corner. The crowd becomes abuzz of noise from the awesome clothesline as Eliminator lays in a ball holding his stomach.

JJ: Oh my! Oh my! Never before have I seen a clothesline right to the gut that knocked someone back several feet!

TB: That was definitely no holds barred.

Rando walks to the corner and slaps the top turnbuckle a couple of times, and points up and claps his hands a couple of times to signal his finish. Rando then grabs Eliminator by the head and arm and pulls him back to his feet. He slings a shoulder over his and lifts him up, and sits him down on the top turnbuckle. Rando then takes a few steps up and sets Eliminator up for a suplex as they stand on the top rope. Eliminator then starts jabbing at Randos's chest a few times. Rando goes to drive his knee into Eliminator, but it gets caught and Rando loses his balance as he falls back. Eliminator lets go and spreads his arms to keep his balance, but falls off as well to land on his feet in front of the turnpads while Rando lands on his back. Eliminator quickly scales up the turnbuckles and looks down, then leaps into the air as Rando turns his body. Eliminator comes down with the Legdrop and covers Rando as the ref counts.

Ref Thrift: One... Two... shoulder barely up!

Eliminator then picks Rando up and does the T.E. Bomb!

JJ: It's over.

Facilitator: Total elimination!

Ref Thrift: One... Two... Three! Ring the bell!

Rando kicks out, but it's a second too late as the official signals for the bell and "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed begins to play as Eliminator stands up to celebrate. Suddenly Devils Night By D12 hits the speaker system out of no where, and Triple X comes walking out from behind curtain and down to the ring. He then walks over to the time keepers table and picks up the Tag Team Title belt, and then enters the ring.

Facilitator: What's this now?

Eliminator is now holding Rando up, then lets him go as Triple X smacks Rando across the head with the the title, busting him wide open. Then Eliminator picks up Rando, places him on his shoulders, as Triple X climbs the nearest turnbuckle, then then hit the Dooms Day Device. And as Rando lays knocked out on the canvas, Triple X get a microphone and stands over the fallen Rando and begins to speak.

Triple X: So this one half of the Tag Team Champion, what is this some kind of joke? Let me make one thing perfectly clear, there is room for only one great tag team at the top, and you are looking at them. So Rando you and your chimp loving partner better realize one thing, it's only a matter of time before the Aftermath, takes what is rightfully ours.

He then drops the mike, and Eliminator lays the tag team title across the face of Rando.

TB: Damn it sucks to be Rando Sun. I know I wouldn't want the Aftermath to have a hit on me.

JJ: Agreed.

Facilitator: Ok guys, I'm heading to the back as we go to commercial. I have a business meeting of sorts to tend to. See ya.

TB: See ya in a few/

JJ: Bye, bye!

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Eliminator via Pinfall!!!

COMMERCIAL

A commercial for a new style of Nike sneakers plays.

Someone who looks awefully familiar is on a stage with a bunch of people. They are playing some terrible music and on the drum reads the word "Asphyxy". Out of no where Captain Anarchy runs onto the stage and clotheslines the familiar looking guy. The drummer gets up only to receive a big boot from Anarchy as well. Now Anarchy boots anothe player in the gut hard, then powerbombs him through the drum set. Captain Anarchy looks at the camera now and delivers a high kick that comes right up to the glass. The Nike symbol is dominating the view and the picture freezes as a voice nararates.

Voice: If you're going to kick some ass, you need some kick-ass Nikes.

Facilitator: Well I took care of my business, and I'm back. First of all, that commercial rocks. Next up, we have Incubus and Phantom going at it in a no DQ match. Things could get a bit extreme folks.

TB: Most definitely. I mean, did you see the match between Incubus and Mad Dogg for the Intercontinental title at the ppv? It was one hell of a match, and Incubus came within a hair of winning it.

JJ: Yeah, but Mad Dogg won because he rules over you all.

TB: You mean just like when I ruled over your moma last night?

JJ: WHAT? YOU MEAN YOU'RE MY DAD?

Facilitator smacks Jessie in the head.

Facilitator: Now don't start being stupid.

TB: Too late. He's has been like that since birth.

JJ: Huh?

TB: I rest my case.

Facilitator: ANYWAY…lets get to the action.

The camera then cuts to the entrance. A spot light points to the entrance way as the lights dim and "Gone Away" by Cold plays throughout the arena. Incubus then appears on the spot light as the crowd boos him all the way down.

Candy Peaks: This is a no DQ match, and is scheduled for one fall. First making his way to the ring, from Dorchester, Massachusetts…INCUBUS!

Incubus calmly strides down and heads towards the ring. Once there, he slides under the bottom ropes. He then gets up and starts talking to Referee Chris Nevels. Incubus then starts slapping him around a little as if toying with him. Then the lights go out. The arena goes dark as "For Whom The Bell Tolls" by Metallica begins to play. When the music begins red lights start to flash and red spotlights pan over the audience. Phantom steps out on stage and raises his arms in the air. He snaps them down and geysers of flame go off on both sides of the ramp.

Candy Peaks: Now making his way to the ring, hailing from somewhere in Europe…PHANTOM!

Facilitator: Well it has been awhile since Phantom has done anything, but I think he's just going to explode sooner or later.

JJ: Why would you want him to blow up? Besides, I don't think he can…unless…

TB: That was a figure of speech, moron.

JJ: Was it, Tony? Was it really? Or was it…something else.

Facilitator: Dude, it WAS a figure of speech.

JJ: Oh…I knew that.

Phantom walks slowly to the ring and steps in over the top rope. He goes to the center of the ring, lifts his head and rolls his eyes back in his head. Suddenly, Incubus attack Phantom from behind with a couple rights to the head. The bell rings and the match begins.

TB: A good move by Incubus. Attacking Phantom from behind leaves him at an advantage.

Facilitator: If you ask me, it was a cowardly move. He should face him head on.

JJ: If you ask me…

Facilitator + TB: SHUT UP!

Incubus whips Phantom to the ropes. When Phantom comes back, Incubus delivers a hard clothesline that brings him down. Incubus looks for the quick win.

Ref Nevels: One… kick out!

TB: It's way too early for a win. Even for Incubus.

Facilitator: Well looks like Incubus is now giving Phantom some kicks to the head instead.

JJ: I got kicked in the head once. It hurt.

Tony just sighs. Incubus grabs Phantom and hits him in the head a couple times. He then gives Phantom a body slam. Incubus climbs the turnbuckle to the very top. He goes for a leg drop, but Phantom rolls out of the way. Incubus grabs his leg in pain. Phantom gets up, and drags Incubus by the hurt leg to the center of the ring. He then applies a figure four leg lock to him. Incubus shakes his head no, and tries to reverse the hold. Incubus slowly tries to make his way towards the ropes. After a brief struggle, he finally manages to reach it. The referee starts the count.

Ref Nevels: 1… 2… 3…

Phantom lets go, but then drags Incubus to the center again. He goes to try the figure four again, but Incubus kicks Phantom and sends him through the ropes to the outside. Incubus gets up and goes outside the ring himself. He grabs hold of Phantom and brings him over to the barricade. He takes him by the head and slams it onto the barricade. Incubus then goes to whip Phantom to the steel steps, but Phantom telegraphs it and Incubus goes head first into it. Phantom then goes under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He brings it over towards Incubus and whacks him in the back with it once, twice, three times!

Facilitator: Phantom is showing no mercy to Incubus.

TB: I think Incubus may need to have that looked at after the match.

Phantom then grabs Incubus and brings him back into the ring. Phantom slides under, and picks up Incubus. He then hits him with a DDT. He goes for the pin.

Ref Nevels: One… Two… kick out!

Phantom picks up Incubus and then gives him a Dominator. Phantom then signals for the end. He picks up Incubus and whips him to one turnbuckle. He then whips him to another. Then he whips him to another.

Facilitator: Looks like Phantom is preparing for Sands of Time.

TB: If he hits this, I doubt that Incubus will get up.

JJ: I bet Mad Dogg will come and save the day. He's my hero.

Facilitator: Jessie, just shut up and go back to picking your nose.

JJ: IT WAS A SCRATCH!

TB: Sure it was, Jessie…sure it was.

JJ: See…Tony agrees with me.

Phantom then brings Incubus to the fourth turnbuckle post. When he comes back around, Phantom kicks him in the gut and goes to powerbomb him, but Incubus instead lifts him in the air for a back body drop. When Phantom gets up, Incubus grabs him by the head and hits Nightmare!

Facilitator: NIGHTMARE!

JJ: That has to be it.

But instead of going for the pin, Incubus lies on the ground not moving. Both men are now out in the center of the ring. The referee starts the count.

Ref Nevels: 1… 2… 3… 4… 5… 6…

Suddenly, Incubus starts to move. As soon as he gets on one knee, Phantom starts getting up.

Ref Nevels: 7… 8… 9…

Soon both men are upright. The referee starts the count and the match is continuing. Phantom goes up to Incubus and hits him with a left. Incubus returns it with a right. Phantom with a left; Incubus with a right; Phantom with a left; Incubus with a right; Phantom with a left; Phantom with another left; Phantom with a third left. Phantom then lifts Incubus in the air for a body press slam. Incubus jumps up holding his ribs. Phantom then grabs Incubus and hits a death valley driver. Phantom goes for the win.

Ref Nevels: One… Two… kick out!

Phantom can't believe it. Phantom picks Incubus back up and whips him to the turnbuckle post. He then taunts the crowd.

Facilitator: I believe Phantom is going to try and end it right here.

TB: No shit, Sherlock.

JJ: (gasps) You said the "S" word.

TB: Shit?

JJ: No….SHERLOCK!

Facilitator smacks Jessie once again. Meanwhile, Phantom places Incubus on the top rope, and Phantom goes up as well. He places Incubus between his legs, lets out a yell, and hits him with Call Upon Your Gods! Phantom looks down at Incubus and hooks the leg.

Ref Nevels: One… Two… Three! Ring the bell!

The bell rings and "For Whom The Bell Tolls" plays once again. Phantom raises his hands in the air as the crowd cheers for him.

Facilitator: What a great match between two awesome competitors.

TB: That match was pretty good, but I have to give props to Phantom. He totally destroyed Incubus near the end.

Facilitator: Lets take a look back at some of the high points in this match.

The camera then cuts to a bunch of short clips of the action we just saw. It then cuts back to Facilitator.

Facilitator: A good match, but I believe it's going to get even better.

JJ: Yeah…Slaughter kicks ass…not as much as Mad Dogg, but it still kicks ass.

TB: Are you done praising that wannabe. Back in the day, I ruled his ass. I've hit him more times than your moma on a Saturday night.

JJ: STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!

Jessie then tackles Tony to the ground. Facilitator just keeps a smile on his face.

Facilitator: Uhh….due to some minor difficulty with the "team", I'm afraid we'll have to go to commercial.

JJ: WHO'S YOUR DADDY NOW, BITCH!

As Phantom is just getting up, out from the crowd comes Rico Smith with a chair. Barrera and Jessie both look up and notice Rico entering the ring. They return to their seats and stop fighting.

TB: Look out Phantom!

WACK! Rico Smith nails Phantom in the face with the chair, knocking him to the ground. Rico picks up Phantom, and sets up the Excommunication on him. He puts in the Pump Handle, and then DVD's Phantom right onto the chair!

JJ: Holy crap! Phantom has to be out cold!

Facilitator: Wait a minute! Here comes Knife!

As Rico gets up, Knife comes running down the ramp. As Knife reaches the end of the ramp, Erik Dean pops up from behind the barrier with a closeline. Axl Kronus then comes out from over the other side of the barrier as the two beat Knife right into Rico.

Facilitator: Oh man, what a god damn EOR setup.

TB: Rico knows how to mess with the mind I'd say.

Knife gets in the ring, and Rico takes him down by the legs, and locks in The Shredder on Knife. Axl Kronus and Dean get into the ring. Multible referee's come out to make Rico break the hold. They can't get Rico off as security members now try to get Rico off. They're finally able to get Rico off as Knife holds his legs in pain. Rico is pushed into a corner by security, but then pushes them all off.

JJ: Holy shit, Rico is definatly snapping here!

TB: I think he's taking this way too far.

Facilitator: I would stop this, but wait, nawww.

Smith and Kronus throw the secuirty members and referee's out of the ring as Erik Dean pushes the limp body of Phantom out of the ring. Rico then pulls Knife to the center, and puts him on his stomach, and locks a camel clutch/sleeper in on him, Tap or Die! Rico begins to make the crowd chant Tap or Die to Knife. Knife doesn't Tap, but is choked completly out. Suddenly, Kirk Canyon and Fireball run to the ring. Kirk has a chair, and Fireball holds a sledgehammer. Axl, Erik and Rico all get out of the ring, and walk backwards up the ramp smiling at Fireball and Canyon.

JJ: Damn, that was crazy. Let's go to commercial.

Facilitator: Jessie I'm not gonna tell you again, you don't get to make announcements. Now go get me and Tony some beverages as we go to commercial.

Jessie sighs and leaves his seat.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Phantom via Pinfall!!!

As the fans are nearly falling asleep from the last match, "Till I Collapse" by Eminem blasts and the crowd starts to come alive. Pyro blasts from the stage making a big X as Triple X walks out onto the stage. He looks around for approval from the fans before walking down the ramp.

Facilitator: Here is probably one of the best superstars we have today.

TB: Eh... he's not that great...

Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen... presenting the number three contender for the SFT World Heavyweight Championship. He weighs in tonight at 255 pounds and he hails from the windy city of Chicago, Illinois. Put your hands together for... TRIPLE X!

Anybody who wasn't cheering before is now joyous. Then the lights go dim and smoke fills the arena. "Voices" by Disturbed plays and send out a droning boo. Lightning crashes and Fox simple appears at the top of the ramp. He walks down the ramp without any motions. As he nears the ring, the lights flash and he slides into the ring. He stands in his corner with a deep stare into the eyes of Triple X.

Candy Peaks: Now introducing... one of the best former SFT World Heavyweight Champions... weighing in tonight at a dominating 284 pounds... from Litchfield, Connecticut... FOX!

Still showing no signs of movement, Fox blinks as the lights go back on. The match starts out in a grapple. Triple X is put into a headlock, but spins Fox around into a DDT. He goes for a quick cover.

JJ: One!

TB: Two!

Facilitator: Kick out!

Triple X then begins an illegal choke. Ashton White makes the count.

Ref White: Stop the choke!

Triple X: It's no DQ b*tch!

xXx gets up to argue with the referee, and as he does, Fox rolls him up, but xXx rolls out at two and Triple X runs into the topes and hits a running closeline on him. He goes for a cover but gets two. Triple X picks up Fox, but Fox begins to get momentum with a series of arm drags, and a closeline. Fox gets XXX into the end of a snap suplex and a roll over cover.

TB: One!

Facilitator: Two!

TB: Shoulder up by Triple X!

JJ: Fox is picken him up and stuff. And he put him on the top ropes. Wow.

TB: Shut up you stupid commentator.

JJ: Dude... you're a commentator.

TB: But I'm a legend!

JJ: I don't care.

Facilitator: Why don't you two shut up before Phil and Steve come back to Slaughter?

TB + JJ: [silence]

Fox has now set Triple X up on top. He then takes him off the third ropes with a massive superplex. Triple X reaches the other side of the ring from it.

JJ: Holy crap! That crap was, wow!

TB: That's called a superplex, not a crap.

JJ: I knew that.

TB: I'm sure you did.

By now, Fox makes a lateral press... 1, 2, but xXx gets his foot on the ropes. Fox can barly get up, and neither can Triple X. The 10 count begins.

Ref White: One!

The two don't move.

Ref White: Two!

The two begin to figet a bit.

Ref White: Three!

Now xXx rolls onto his stomach.

Ref White: Four!

Fox is almost on one knee, as Triple X is still trying to get on his hands and knees.

Ref White: Five!

Fox is bent over, and out of no where, xXx jumps up and nails a corkscrew piledriver on fox, hooks the leg.

Ref White: One... Two... kick out!

Facilitator: Wow, this is a great match so far.

JJ: That makes two.

TB: And three, and the popcorn dude likes it too.

Fox is picked up, but hits a back body drop on Triple X. Triple X dives to spear Fox, but Fox rolls on his back, and turns around. Both try to hit each other with a diving closeline, but both take each other down.

Ref White: One!

Nope, no movement again.

Ref White: Two!

Both start to get up already.

Ref White: Three!

The two are about up.

Ref White: Four!

And both are up and exchange punches. Triple X goes to set up Fox with the Xplosion. As he hooks Fox's arms, he sees Aj Nin Red Rum running down the ramp. He lets go of Fox in anticipation for Aj Nin Red Rum to get into the ring. Instead, Aj Nin just stops. Triple X turns around and Fox surprises him with The Spiral spinning death valley driver. Fox goes down for the cover.

Ref White: One... Two... no! Kick out! Two!

Triple X barely gets to the ropes in time. Aj Nin goes around the ring and he grabs a chair. He jumps up onto the apron with a chair in hand. He goes over near where Triple X is lying. He jumps over the rope and drops the chair on Triple X's face before making contact.

JJ: This is all legal... right?

Facilitator: There are no disqualification. Biohazard could run down swinging his pants and take everybody out and it would still be legal.

JJ: That would be fun...

Aj Nin stands up and Fox tells him something. He nods his head and Fox climbs up and sits on the top turnbuckle. Aj Nin lifts Triple X off of the canvas and he gets him in a backdrop position. Aj Nin lifts Triple X up to Fox, who grabs him and delivers The End.

TB: This is as close to over as it could be. Just get the three count over with.

As he goes to the cover, Aj Nin tells him to get off. Running down the ramp is Fireball with a chair of his own. Aj Nin picks up the chair in the ring and he waits for Fireball. Fox watches and nods in approval as Fireball slides in the ring. Aj Nin and Fireball look at each other, both with a chair in hand. Both men swing and both chairs fall down.

JJ: We could have some broken fingers on our hands. Well... their hands...

Fireball and Aj Nin begin to brawl as Fox looks down at Triple X. Fireball hits a hard clothesline to Aj Nin Red Rum and then he runs to Fox and quickly delivers the Xcaliber. With both combatants fallen, Fireball puts Triple X's arm over Fox.

Ref White: One... no! Only one!

Before he can even get a two, Aj Nin had gotten enough strength to tackle Fireball onto the mat, causing Triple X to roll away from Fox. Triple X goes to his corner and waits for a second as he sees Aj Nin Red Rum get a low blow in on Fireball. He looks around and picks up Fireball for the Dead Weight. Triple X then runs at Aj Nin and connects with a running clothesline. Aj Nin rolls out of the ring and onto the floor. By now, Fox is back to his feet. As he stands fully upright, Triple X kicks him in the gut and delivers the Xplosion to Fox. He quickly covers him.

Ref White: One... Two... Three! Ring the bell!

The bell rings and Triple X stands up. Ashton White raises his arm, but neither see Aj Nin Red Rum slide back into the ring. He clotheslines Triple X and Ashton White. White goes rolling out of the ring, but Aj Nin won't let Triple X leave. He helps him back up, looks him in the eyes, and then shoves him back to the mat. Fireball stands up and goes to hit Aj Nin, but Aj Nin ducks and slides out of the ring. He pulls Fox out with him and the two make their way up the ramp. Fireball stands on the turnbuckle pointing at Aj Nin Red Rum. "Till I Collapse" by Eminem blasts and the fans cheer more for Triple X.

TB: What an ending. The champion and number one contender really made their presence felt here tonight.

JJ: Uh oh... more conflict coming...

Triple X stands up and walks over to Fireball. He pulls him down off of the turnbuckle and the two look eye to eye. Triple X smiles and thanks Fireball for the assistance. The two shake hands and then Fireball raises Triple X's arm as the two stare at Aj Nin Red Rum and Fox, who are at the top of the stage now.

Facilitator: That right there was a prime example why Slaughter is soon going to be the highest rated show on SFT programming.

TB: I'm glad to be a part of it all.

JJ: Don't worry though... the show isn't over. Next up we'll see Radiant defend his title against Kyle Murphy.

TB: Kyle is still alive?

Facilitator: I guess we'll have to wait and see.

"Till I Collapse" continues to play as Triple X and Fireball walk up the ramp and go backstage. The scene cuts to Aj Nin Red Rum leaving the arena with the SFT championship over his shoulder.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Triple X via Pinfall!!!

BACKSTAGE SEGMENT

Aj Nin is stopped by Lightweight Champion Erik Dean

Erik Dean: Hey man... what's up?

Aj Nin Red Rum: It's that bitch Fireball. I just can't take his shit anymore.

Erik Dean: Huh?

Aj Nin Red Rum: I'm going to make sure that motherfucker isn't able to walk after Titans.

Erik Dean: Come on man... he's the President.

Aj Nin Red Rum: Fuck that. He's my challenger... and like any other challenger that will come after me... I will prevail.

Erik Dean: Speaking of Fireball...

Fireball walks into view of the camera.

Fireball: Leaving so soon? I thought we could have a little chat. You know... talk about that title belonging to me after Titans.

Aj Nin Red Rum: Have you ever felt the urge to commit murder?

Fireball: Not recently...

Aj Nin Red Rum: Well... I feel that urge right now. But... being that I am supposed to be a role model for slackers like yourself... I'll control myself.

Fireball: Slacker?! Just wait until I tell Sha... oh... I see what you're doing...

Aj Nin Red Rum: What am I doing?

Fireball: You are trying to find a weakness. You should stop searching now... because I have no weakness.

Aj Nin Red Rum: Think what you want...

Aj Nin starts to walk away. Fireball starts laughing.

Fireball: Make sure you shine that belt up real nice for me, boy.

Aj Nin stops dead in his tracks. He drops his belt, turns around, and charges towards Fireball. Erik Dean tries to hold Aj Nin back. Aj Nin just throws Erik into a parked car. He then chases after Fireball. When he finally catches up with him, he tackles Fireball to the concrete and goes right for his leg. He locks on the Ozone Pot Leaf and Fireball smacks the ground in pain as the scene fades back to the ring.

MAIN EVENT
Kyle Murphy vs. Radiant
US Title Match

Facilitator: Well folks we've taken our last commercial break, so let's get right to the main event.

Candy Peaks: Ladies and gentlemen your attention please... The following match is the main event, and it is for the SFT United States Championship!

TB: You know, every once in awhile I get this feeling that tells me one guy is just going to get the living shit kicked out of him.

JJ: Hey man I apologized for tackling you earlier during the commercial break! What more do you want?!?

TB: Fool, I was talking about Murphy or Radiant.

Referee Tyson staggers down to the ring, holding his ribs from an earlier attack from MacDaddy.

Facilitator: Well it looks like Tyson is gonna tough it out and call the main event. I'll be sure to give him a bonus for that.

The bell sounds twice as Tyson enters the ring.

Candy Peaks: Introducing first, the challenger... From Stamford, Conecticut...

"Enter Sandman" by Metallica blares over the loudspeakers and Kyle Murphy steps through the curtain out onto the stage, getting a mixed response from the crowd. He walks confidently down the aisle before leisurely climbing up the steel steps and into the ring, where he gets set to go.

Candy Peaks: He weighs in at two hundred, seventy-five pounds... Kyle Murphy!

Murphy paces around the ring as he awaits his opponent.

Facilitator: Murphy looks a little out of it tonight.

TB: Murphy's always been out of it.

Candy Peaks: And the champion... From Royal Oak, Michigan...

"Because I'm T-N-T! I'm Dynamite!" Hit's the P.A. System and the crowd erupts from their seats. "TNT" by AC/DC starts off halfway through the song already as it plays and through the curtains darts out Radiant. He steps out onto the stage and spins around in a three-hundred degree spin and then stops and throws his arms into the air getting an awkwardly loud pop from the fans. He smiles and then begins walking down the ramp slapping some hands along the way.

Candy Peaks: He weighs in at two hundred, twenty pounds... The SFT US Champion... Radiant!

As Radiant reaches the ring and hops up onto the ring apron and turns around facing the staging area and titan tron. A few seconds go by and suddenly orange pyros shoot out from the two nearest turnbuckles just as Radiant lifts his arms up into the air. He turns around and climbs in between the two middle ropes and enters the ring. He runs to the far turnbuckle and hops up onto the middle rope and looks up at the ceiling of the arena and then shoots his arms into the air yet again and receives just one more pop from the fans. He hops down and stretches himself on the ropes and begins circling Murphy. Ref Tyson calls for the bell.

Facilitator: And this one's under way!

At the sound of the bell Murphy comes running out of his corner charging like a clown and stomping all over the place. Radiant easily steps to the side and Murphy goes chest first into the turnbuckle. This causes Murphy to stagger backwards from the turnbuckle a little, and leabes Radiant enough room to hop onto it. Radiant then grabs Murphy by the head, and jumps off the top with a tornado DDT. Murphy bounces right back up and grabs his head. He begins to prance around the ring raising his legs up and down grabbing his head.

Kyle Murphy: Owie, owie, owie!

Murphy comes to look Radiant right in the face and he attempts a right hand. Radiant ducks the shot, grabs his arms, swings around Murphy and plants him almost immediately with a vertebreaker.

TB: Torrid Winter! Radiant could end this right here.

Kyle Murphy is heard shouting.

Kyle Murphy: That smarts!

JJ: Riiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhttttttt.

Radiant springs back to his feet and points to the turnbuckle. He runs towards it and jumps to the top in a single leap. He then spins around and jumps off perfectly executing "Salt in a Wound"!

Facilitator: That's all she wrote.Time to wrap this up and call it a night.

Radiant remains on top of Murphy for the cover as little birdies begin to flu around Murphy's head tweeting.

JJ: Hey who let those birds in here!

TB: Hahahaha. Faciltiator who's idea was that?

Facilitator: Mine of course.

JJ: How come I don't see the birds in the ring but they're on the monitor.

Facilitator slaps Jobber one last time for the night.

Ref Tyson: One... Two... Three! That's it! Ring the bell!

The bell sounds three times and Radiant is handed his US Title once again as "TNT" hits the speakers. He parades around the ring with it as Murphy staggers over to the table. Barrera grabs him by the head and slams him face first into the announce table and shouts "You suck". Murphy then staggers in Facilitator's direction, and Facilitator executes a spinning superkick... Otherwise known as "The Stip". Murphy's laid out on the arena floor as the show comes to an end.

WINNER OF THIS MATCH: Radiant via Pinfall!!!

Facilitator: Well everyone, it's time to say goodnight. We had some laughs, we had some tears. It was a good time and a good night.

TB: yeah, to bad these main events have been holding down the rest of the show.

Facilitator: Yeah I'll see what I can do about that. Til next time, good night and don't forget to tune into Titans!

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