SATURDAY NIGHT SLAUGHTER!
( The arena lights cut out and the introduction starts on the Strike-Tron. )
( It’s still for a moment, you can guess what’s coming next. Suddenly “Gasoline Dreams” by Outkast 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 demands a microphone. Which he promptly receives. ) Damien Sparks: I wish I could say it's good to be back, but after the reaction you ungrateful bastards just gave me I'd only be lying. ( The crowd erupt in boo's once again. Sparks stands in the middle of the ring grinning proudly. He waits for the crowd to die down before continuing.. ) Damien Sparks: I have to admit though driving Sean Lanes already deformed head into the announce table brought back wonderful memories. It felt great to kick his ass again, it felt.. right. I'm sure your all sitting there wondering I came back. It's simple really, look at the two men that hold the World Heavyweight Championship. First; Connor MacDaddy, a man I defeated with a broken wrist. I single handedly dumped him and Mike Zybala out of the Lethal Lottery some months ago, to me -- this man is certainly not good enough to be World Champion no matter how slow business is. And then there's Sean Lane. My good friend Owen Windsor proved that Sean Lane isn't good enough to be World Champion, and I don't need to mention the countless times I have defeated him. Cast your mind back to a few months ago. It was myself going against Brandi for the World Heavyweight Championship -- I redeemed myself for my previous loss to her and became SFT World Champion for the second time, since then I have never been seen. I left SFT, and vowed to never come back. But I was sitting at home, and I saw the likes of Connor and Sean getting praised to the high heavens, and I thought to myself.. "Are they out of their minds... these guys suck!". Especially Sean. And then like a jab to the head it hit me, these morons are getting success from my absence! ( Cue arrogant smile. Oh how SFT programming has missed that. The crowd once again get on Damien's back, music to his ears. ) Damien Sparks: Go ahead, boo all you want. The fact is Allisa, Connor, Sean, non of those people would be anything in SFT had I not went away. So, what I want right now is for Sean and Connor to come down here right now and personally thank me for allowing there second rate asses to become two of the most respected wrestlers in SFT. Although, now that I'm back they can kiss the respect, kiss the spotlight goodbye! ( The arena goes black and "Possum Kingdom" starts over the PA. A blue spotlight shines throughout the crowd, up and down the stands until the song picks up. "Make up your mind. Decide to walk with me, around the lake tonight, around the lake tonight, by my side" The spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp and the stage fills with pyro shooting towards the rafters and as they come down Sean Lane is standing on the end of the entrance ramp with his arms outstretched and the spins around for the crowd to a parade of boo's, as the crowd has had enough of Sparks ego trip. He slowly walks down the entrance not taking his eye off of Sparks. Damien smiles as he greets his biggest rival. ) Damien Sparks: Sean, so glad you can make it.. ( Lane grabs the mic from Damien. ) Sean Lane: Let me get this straight.. You came back last week, damn near broke my neck, knocked me out cold and you want me to thank you? You haven't changed have you, Spar— ( Damien grabs the mic back from Sean. ) Damien Sparks: Sean, buddy.. that's just my way of saying "Hello.." ( Lane snatches the microphone from Damien, who is starting to get a little annoyed. ) Sean Lane: Cut the crap! I wan't answers! ( Damien snatches the microphone from Sean this time, but before he speaks he turns to face the announcers.. ) Damien Sparks: Can we get Sean Lane a microphone please. Two into one doesn't go.. ( A mic is thrown into the ring and Damien catches and hands it over to Sean. ) Damien Sparks: See what a nice guy I can be? ( Lane shakes his head. ) Sean Lane: Just fucking answer me.. Damien Sparks: Is that anyway to treat an old friend? Now really, I came all the way from Canada to see you and this is how you treat me? Had I know you were going to be like this... ( Damien takes forward right into Lane's face. ) Damien Sparks: I would have made sure I broke that fucking neck of yours. ( The crowd begin to give Sparks some verbal abuse. Sparks sniggers as he takes a few steps back.. ) Damien Sparks; But if it's answers you want then answers you will get. Look at you, looking so proud with your World Heavyweight Championship. You don't deserve it Sean, you don't deserve it. I was watching at home, and the more I saw you getting praise and respect the more I wanted to just come back and take it all away from you. Look at you, standing proud as the "Co" World Champion, it's a disgrace. What is there to be proud of? You're not the best, you're not the man everyone makes you out to be -- and myself and Owen proved that last week, but still EVERYONE is talking about Sean Lane like you're the greatest thing to ever come to SFT, and you smile and accept the praise. So I'm back to prove that Sean Lane still is, and always will be a second rate piece of shit. ( Sean sniggers as he replies.. ) Sean Lane: ..sounds to me someone is jealous.. ( Sparks' face burns with anger. ) Damien Sparks: Jealous? Of you? Sean -- had I have still been around you'd still be having to settle for second place. Why would I be jealous of you? I've proved over and over again that I am better than you. Twice you've vowed to kick my ass, and twice you have fallen. You're a loser compared to me Sean, and you know it. ( Sean smiles.. ) Sean Lane: You know what they say, Damien.. third time's a charm! You and me, tonight! ( The crowd go nuts and Sparks can't believe what he's hearing.. Suddenly Erik Dean comes marching out from the back.. ) Erik Dean: Hold it, hold it, hold it. Not so fast, Sean. You vs. Sparks tonight? It's just not going to happen and I can give you two good reasons. One; you against Sparks, too good for regular television. To have you go at it for free just isn't good for business and to allow it I'd be failing as Owner of SFT. And two; you're already booked tonight against Fox. And Speaking of which.. I have some news for you. I know it was supposed to be a TLC match.. but you know what, I've had a change of heart. It'll be you against Fox, world title on the line in just a regular one-on-one match up. ( Lane shrugs, and gladly accepts that.. ) Erik Dean: However -- you want Sparks in the ring so bad, I have an idea. It'll be you against Fox.... with DAMIEN SPARKS AS THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE! ( Lane's eyes bulge out, and Sparks stands behind him with a huge grin on his face. Lane goes ballistic in the ring. He turns around and see's Sparks standing there laughing at him. He points his finger and warns him. Sparks holds his hands up innocently as if to say "Would I do such a thing?. Lane shakes his head and drops out of the ring not taking his eyes of the man that will be the referee for his match tonight. ) Steve: Sparks and Lane HATE each other, this is not looking good for Lane. Phil: I bet Fox is loving this in the back, how ironic is it going to be when Sparks helps Fox win the title after it was Sparks who took the title from him over a year ago. Steve: What the hell is Connor going to think about this? Lane loses, Connor loses.. Phil: What a night this is going to be. After what Damien said earlier, we will have a new champion tonight! Steve: He may call it down the middle, you never know..
Phil: We'll find out later. Erik Dean is a genius!
Match #1:
All three men are in the ring when all of a sudden the Super Mario Bros. Theme hits the Pa, the crowd starts to scream as Mario walks out from the back with a flower in his hand, Justin Sane then rolls out of the ring as Mario gets closer. Mario then takes the flower and blows fire and burns Ayesac Campbell and Allen Bartschn alive! Mario then leaves the ring and the crowd cheers!
Phil: God damn it, what the hell!
Steve: That shit is only to be done on titans!
We then go backstage to find Slut Monkey with the TNT speciel effects Team laughing and cheering and celebrating about there word. We then go back to the ring and see Justin Sane going “WTF?”
Phil: Ugh!
Steve: We are so sorry.
Phil: will somebody please get them out of here.
Steve: I know really, for the love of god!
Winner = Match #2:
Steve: Great match coming up between two great superstars..
Phil: Yeah ok...
Summers: Weighting in at 200lbs, coming from Oklahoma City, OK.....
Cowboy Jack Jones!!
"Cowboy Jack Jones song starts and than comes to the ring. After a few
seconds Cowboys music is done, Nick Kincaids plays and comes out to the
ring with a smirk on his face."
Phil: Let's get this match done already...
Steve: It hasn't even started Phil.
"Summers makes her way out of the ring as the match starts. The bell
rings as Cowboy takes the first shot by doing a quick military press on
Nick. Nick gets right up and elbows Cowboy in the face and than tosses
Cowboy against the ropes, once Cowboy comes back he gets a mouth full of
foot as Nick sidekicks Cowboy in the face."
Phil: Oh SNAP!
"Cowboy holds his jaw to make sure its there and slowly gets up. But
Nick takes advantage of Cowboy being down and starts to kick him in the
gut. Cowboy blocks one kick and than grabs Nicks feet and trips him to
the ground. Cowboy gets up and puts Nick into a Texas Clover Leaf... The
ref makes sure if Nick is about to tap out, but Nick doesn't and just
struggles to the ropes. Cowboy lets go and picks Nick up to put him into
a quick bodyslam. Cowboy than makes his way over to the top ropes and
climbs them, he makes his way to the top and than lifts off and lands a
elbow drop right on the chest of Nick."
Steve: Thats got to hurt!
Phil: Nick can barely breath from that.
"Cowboy goes for the pin... 1..2...kickout."
Steve: Too early in the match to pin someone Jack.
"Cowboy gets up and grabs Nicks feet to spread his legs and than knees
Nick in the crotch. Nick holds his nuts as Cowboy gets a breather.
Cowboy than walks back over to Nick and puts him in a boston crab while in
the middle of the ring. Nick tries to reach for the ropes but can't due
to being in the middle of the ring. Cowboy applies more pressure and
Nick screams as his back is almost about to snap in half. Nick slowly
drags himself over to the bottom rope and Cowboy had to let go. Cowboy
gets up and picks Nick up which is holding his back, Cowboy than puts Nick
into a Double Arm DDT. Cowboy goes for the pin... 1..2....Kickout!"
Steve: Oh so close...
"Cowboy gets furious and starts to blow up on the ref, this gives time
for Nick to grab some strengh and gets up and leans against the ropes
waiting... Cowboy walks back thinking Nick is still on the ground, and
Nick smacks a Shockwave at the back of Cowboys head. Cowboy smacks to
the ground as Nick quickly goes for the pin... 1...2..3..!"
Phil: He did it!
Steve: Very nice comeback for Nick Kincaid!
"Summers comes into the ring as the ref holds up the hand of Nick."
Summers: You're winner... Nick Kincaid!!!
Winner = Match #3:
Phil: whoo boy. The next match is between World Champion Connor MacDaddy and Triple X.
Steve: I can't wait.
[ 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, pyro in the form of a red x shoots off behind him. He 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. ]
Steve: .....
Phil: Where's Connor?
[ "One of a Kind" by Breaking Point plays on the PA. ]
Steve: That isn't Connor's music.
Phil: It's Erik Dean!
[ Erik Dean walks down from the backstage area with a mic in his hand. ]
Erik Dean: Hold on there Triple X. Tonight is XCW's show, I am the producer, what I say goes. And I say that this match is No DQ.
Phil: Sweet!
[ "X Gunna Give it to Ya" by DMX plays as Dave Van Dam, Mike Zybala, Nirvana Wolfgang, and Hellraiser come out from the back and rush the ring. ]
Phil: XCW!
Steve: Triple X is a dead man.
[ Zybala, Nirvana, and Hellraiser all slide in the ring. Triple X runs and kicks Zybala while he slides in, but Hellraisor clotshlines the back of Triple X's head. Then the three men crowd around and start kicking Triple X. DVD slides in the ring, chair in hand. Mike Zybala helps Triple X up, and DVD runs and smacks him hard in the head with the steel chair. Nirvana hops
up on the top rope and legdrops Triple X's head when he's down. ]
Phil: This is brutal!
Steve: This is awesome!
Phil: This is legal!
[ "Got you by the Balls" by AC/DC plays and The SFT World Champion, Connor MacDaddy steps out from the back. He walks down to the ring as DVD delivers several more chairshots. Connor slides in the ring and pins Triple X. ]
1..... 2..... 3!
Phil: It's over, Connor MacDaddy wins... sort of....
[ Connor gets up and asks for a mic, and a ring crew member hands him one. ]
Connor MacDaddy: Triple X. You aren't worth my time. You talk alot of trash, but it doesn't mean anything, because you have nothing to back it up with. Strenth in Numbers, Strenth in Freinds. And as it seems, as I am standing here with nobody to fight, you have none.
[ Connor throws down the mic and "X Gunna Give it to Ya" plays again. ]
Winner = Match #4:
Steve: This next match should be good... Dave Steel against Hell Falcon.
Summers: Weighting in at 245lbs, and coming from Boston, Massachusetts.... HELL FALCON!!
"(The arena falls to darkness.) ##The World is a Vampire## (The voice of Billy Corgan echoes throughout the arena. Flashbulbs of cameras flicker as a red streak zips from the rafters down towards the ramp.) ##Despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage## (A large explosion of red flames rise from the ramp as a dark figure appears within the flames. As the flames subside a man with drenched hair and a lowered head walks down the ramp. Wearing a black trench coat that sways in the breeze.) ##Then someone will say what is lost can never be saved## (The man known to mortals as Hell Falcon reaches the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope he walks towards the middle as the lights slowly return.) ##Despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage## (Hell Falcon calmly disrobes his trench coat revealing several scars as he awaits his match.)"
Summers: Weighting in at 245lbs, and coming from Boston, Massachusetts.... DAVE STEEL!!
"The lights dim and a red light begins to flicker furiously. The crowd silences and a woman's voice can be heard. "Oh my god..........I want you to trip like I do." Blind by Korn begins and the crowd goes crazy as Dave Steel walks out onto the ramp. He stops in front of the entranceway and looks to his feet with his arms stiffly at his sides. The words "are you ready" are sung and the music picks up as Dave begins making his way down the ramp and through the aisle. He slaps hands with a few fans along the way and bangs a quick right once at the ring. Dave walks towards the announce table and continues into the ring sliding beneath the bottom rope. He hops to his feet quickly and walks to the center of the ring. He raises his hands and the lights come on. The music stops."
Steve: Ahh Dave Steel, one of SFT's finest.
"Summers makes her way out of the ring as the match starts. The bell rings as Dave and Falcon lock up, Steel gets the upper hand by putting Falcon into a suplex. Steel gets up and quickly leg drops on the laid out Falcon. Steel then picks up Falcon and sets up a suplex, but is rolled up into a small package for two. Then Steel and Falcon get up and start exchanging punches. Falcon gets the better of it and does a falling closeline down to Steel. Steel is picked up and has his arm twisted several times. He jumps on the arm of Steel in a painfull armbar. Falcon is then draged by a crawling Dave Steel who gets the ropes.
Steve: What an awesome show of display from these two early going.
Falcon then lets go of Steel, Steel and Falcon both go right at each other. They lock up but Steel fools Falcon by quickly slipping out of the grapple and hitting a knee to the gut. Steel then places Falcon in a side headlock and begins applying a lot of pressure and wrenching really hard.
Phil: And Steel is trying to choke the life from Falcon in the early going.
Steel continues to wrench the neck, but it's not long before Falcon begins delivering shots to his kidneys and forces him to loosen the hold. Falcon then grabs Steel by the waist and launches him towards the ropes. As Steel comes back and nails Falcon with a shoulder block, knocking him to the mat. Steel takes to the ropes but as he rebounds towards Falcon, Falcon flips onto his stomach and forces Steel to hop over him. As Steel comes off the other ropes Falcon scoops him up and uses his momentum to spin Steel into a Tilt-A-Whirl.
Steve: DAMN!
Phil: That was Nice.
Falcon then gets up to catch his breath and sort of falls overto the turnbuckle, Steel waists not time and gets right back to his feet. Both men are standing and we watch as Steel viciously and constantly kicks Falcon in the gut. Over and over and again and again. Suddenly a European Uppercut. The big man staggers, but does not fall. Suddenly Steel gets angry and winds up with a big hammer clothesline, but Falcon ducks underneath it hooksSteels right arm and turns him around and then hooks his other arm and lifts him into the air and throws him down with a quick and powerful full nelson slam. Falcon shakes his and then touches his forehead and checks for blood. Suddenly Falcon stands over Steel and then drops an elbow drop right across the sternum. Falcon rolls over and makes a lateral press, but Steel kicks out right away.
Phil: They are sure going all out
Steve: You Got that right.
Falcon stands up and looks over at Steel, He bends over and grabs Steels hair and brings him to his feet. He throws a couple forearm shots to Steels head and works him back to the ropes. He then pushes him off the ropes and then whips him to the other side. Falcon drops to his stomach and off the bounce Steel runs and jumps over him. Falcon stands up right after. Steel runs to the other side of the ropes and bounces off and runs back the other way now ducks right underneath an attempted clothesline by Falcon. Steel turns around and then grabs Falcon by the arm and spins him around. He kicks him in the gut and then delivers a brutal DDT right into the canvas.
Phil: Man that had to hurt.
Steve: Some times I think they don’t feel pain, there like animals or something
Phil: Shut up.
Steel wastes no time taking advantage and walks over to the corner. He climbs the ropes to the top and then turns around and leaps off connects wit a flying leg drop. His mid thigh drives over the throat of Falcon and strikes immediate pain to the whole body of Falcon. Afterwards Steel holds his lower back for some reason and then rolls over onto his stomach maybe a foot or two away from Falcon and lays for a breather. Falcon meanwhile is pretty much out or so it looks. Steel rolls over and drapes an arm for the cover,
1….
2….
3….!
Phil: STEEL WINS!
Winner = Main Event:
( The arena darkens and you hear children say "Can you hear the voices?" throughout the arena. A mellow guitar begins to play to a slow beat and red lights slowly flash. Then "Last Serenade" begins to play and in a burst of pyro and light Fox appears at the entrance. He slowly makes his way to the ring. He enters the ring and paces around confidently waiting for the champion to arrive. )
Phil: Could we be looking at a new champion tonight?
Steve: Well, it’ll be interesting to see how Sparks calls this match. He’s not exactly a fan of either competitor..
Phil: Yeah, but he and Lane have a bitter rivalry. He despises Sean, and Sean despises Damien.. I’m picking Fox to win tonight..
( The arena goes black and "Possum Kingdom" starts over the PA. A blue spotlight shines throughout the crowd, up and down the stands until the song picks up. "Make up your mind. Decide to walk with me, around the lake tonight, around the lake tonight, by my side" The spotlight focuses on the entrance ramp and the stage fills with pyro shooting towards the rafters and as they come down Sean Lane is standing on the end of the entrance ramp with his arms outstretched and the spins around for the crowd to cheer the champion tonight. He gets in the ring and glares at Fox )
Steve: The crowd is on Lane’s side tonight since the odds are heavily stacked against him..
( And with that said.. ).
( The arena lights cut out and the introduction starts on the Strike-Tron. )
( It’s still for a moment, you can guess what’s coming next. Suddenly “Gasoline Dreams” by Outkast 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 and arrogantly stuts towards the two competitors for tonight’s main event. ) Phil: And there is the reason WHY the odds are stacked against Lane. Sparks.. the referee.. ( We zoom in to the ring as Sparks calls both athletes over to him.. ) Damien Sparks: Alright fella’s, I want a good clean fight, no biting, no scratching, no pinching.. Especially on the ass. I know what you two are like.. Phil: HAHA! What a referee! Steve: Ugh.. (Back the the action. Sparks signals for the bell and both men start circling each other. The lunge forward and lock up. It’s a tussle in the middle of the ring and the champion wins it as he uses his strength to push Fox back into his corner. Lane charges at Fox, but Sparks quickly hops in the way and Lane is stopped in his tracks. Lane begins to yell at Sparks when suddenly Fox knocks the champ down with a hard right hand to the face. Sparks steps aside and allows the action to continue. ) Phil: So much for Sparks being non-biased, huh? Steve: Son of a bitch. He’s personal vendetta with Lane is not only going to cost Lane the title, but Connor too! ( Lane gets up and gives Sparks an evil glare. Sparks smiles and tells him to keep his eye on his opponent, which only angers Lane even more. The two start to circle each other again and Fox throws a punch at Lane, but Lane blocks it and throws a punch of his own. It connects. Fox stumbles back and Lane charges with a clothesline and Fox is knocked to the canvas. He quickly pops back up and Lane nails him with a punch to the gut. He locks Fox in a headlock and lifts him up looking for a suplex, but Fox blocks it. He returns with a shot to the gut and Fox’s strength gets the better of Lane and he can’t stop Fox from nailing a suplex of his own. Lane rolls on his stomach and quickly gets up but Fox charges at him and knocks him down with a spear and begins pounding away at his head with rights and lefts. Lane tries to block them but he is having difficulty. Sparks looks on and decides enough is enough and he grabs Fox by the hair and pulls him off of Sean. ) Phil: What the..? ( Fox gets in the face of the referee and Lane comes from behind with a roll up. Sparks drops down to his knee’s and counts.. ) 1… 2… KICK OUT! Steve: Hrm.. maybe he is calling it down the middle. Phil: If ever Sparks decides to call it quits as a wrestler, he should referee. He’s doing a fine job. ( Fox leaps up and much like Lane earlier in the match, he glares at Sparks. Sparks smiles, he’s having fun in there. As Fox continues to look at Sparks, Lane charges at Fox and whips him against the ropes. Fox bounces back and Lane launches him over his head with a high back body drop. Like a shark, Lane is on Fox in no time. He pulls Fox to his feet and quickly knocks him back down with a stiff clothesline. He then drops a knee to the head of Fox. Staying down Lane grabs Fox’s head and sits him up. He places his knee in the back of Fox’s neck and wrenches the neck. A wise move. ) Steve: Great strategy. Wearing down the neck of the challenger. ( He starts to yank away at the neck, causing a great deal of pain on Fox. Sparks stares at the action and shakes his head. He walks in front of them and yawns right in the face of Lane. He then pulls Fox’s leg and gets Fox out of the hold. Lane leaps up and pushes Sparks. Sparks then begins to point at himself and remind Lane that he is the referee in this match. Lane couldn’t careless though and he throws a punch at Sparks, Sparks ducks and Fox is the one who is nailed and is knocked to the canvas. Sparks sniggers and demands he gets back to focusing on Fox, rather than him. ) Steve: Sparks is just in there to piss Lane off.. Phil: He’s going a damn good job too.. ( Lane does just that as he charges at Fox. Fox ducks under the clothesline and boots Sean in the gut, he then locks Lane in a headlock jumps up in the air and does a sweet 360 spin and drives Lane’s head into the canvas. He quickly gets into the cover, but Sparks is unwilling to count. Fox soon realizes this and leaps up and gets in Sparks’ face. ) Fox: What’s the deal with that?! Damien Sparks: You haven’t entertained me. I’m not ready to end it yet. Fox: You son of a bi— ( Fox is quickly cut off with a shot to the back of the head from the champion. Sparks sides steps out of the way and lets the two men get down to business. Lane begins to beat away at the chest of Fox with stiff knife-edge chops. He chops him into the corner and then takes him up to the top rope. He is looking to nail Fox with a superplex. They’re on the top rope now and there is no way back. Lane sets him up but Fox begins to pound away at the abs of Sean. The punishment is too much and Sean falls to the mat. Fox soon follows suit and leaps off the top drops and dives an elbow into the chest of the champion. Lane is rolling around in pain, Fox goes for the cover but then thinks twice and instead he mounts Lane and begins to bang his head into the mat. Sparks nods proudly. Fox climbs off Lane and brings him to his feet. He looks at Sparks before lifting Lane up and slamming him back down to the canvas with a powerful body slam. Sparks applauds Fox’s actions. ) Phil: I think he’s entertained now, Steve. Steve: Entertained? I just think he wants to see Lane get his ass kicked ( Fox again brings Lane to his feet and proceeds to whip him in the corner. He then charges at Lane and almost takes his head off with a solid clothesline. Lane staggers about and Fox pushes him back to the corner and proceeds to beat away at him with rights lefts and a couple of elbows. He then begins to slap away at the chest of Lane with vicious knife-edge chops, causing Lanes chest to welt. Again the referee looks on in amusement as he watches his rival get his ass kicked. Fox grabs the waist of Lane and lifts him to the top rope and this time it is he who is looking for the superplex. Lane has been worn down a little and doesn’t really fight it and Fox dives off the top rope and brings Lane crashing down with him. Fox quickly rolls into the cover and this time Sparks drops down to make the count ) 1…… 2…………… KICK OUT!! Steve: That was a long, long two count there by Sparks, what the hell is going on here? (Fox gets up and shakes his head in disbelief; he also doesn’t have a clue what is going on. He lifts Lane to his feet once again, but this time Lane hits Fox with a right hand to the gut, Fox doubles over and Lane drives his head into the mat with a nice DDT. He then bounces off the ropes and comes crashing down on Lane with a nice standing moonsault. He stays on top of him for the cover and just as he did for Fox, Sparks refuses to count. Lane leaps up and begins to yell at Sparks, not for the first time in this match. Sparks smiles and points behind him telling him Fox has gotten up. Lane quickly turns around and Sparks quickly gets out of the ring. Lane notices that Fox is still down and is expecting a shot from Sparks so he quickly turns around, only to see Damien Sparks outside the ring, wanting nothing to do with Lane. Lane shakes his head and gets back onto his opponent. He grabs Fox by the hair and drags him to his feet, but as he does Fox nails Lane with an uppercut. Lane is dazed he does a 360 and is met with a boot to the gut. Fox lifts Lane up with a gutwrench and he starts to spin with Lane resting on his shoulders ) Steve: THE SPIRAL… NO LANE FLIPPED OUT! ( Cat-like, Lane lands on his feet and spins Fox around and grabs his head.. ) Steve: Couldm it be The Taste of Sweetness…? ( No, when Lane lifts Fox up, Fox pushes Lane from behind into the ropes with his hands still around his waist. Lane bounces off the ropes and uses his own momentum to roll Fox up into an unbelievable pinning predicament. Sparks, still outside notices this and quickly slides into the ring to make the count ) 1.. 2.. 3!!!!! Steve: What the hell?! A FAST COUNT FOR LANE?!
Phil: I don’t get it.. he helped Lane retain.
Winner = ( Lanes name is announced as the winner and he looks on in complete disbelief. Sparks stands there laughing. He walks up to Sean who looks shocked at the result. ) Damien Sparks: You going to thank me now? ( Sparks sniggers before stepping out of the ring and making his way to the back when suddenly from the crowd comes Connor MacDaddy and he snatches the belt from the time keepers desk. He hopes back over the rail and holds the title high in the air and starts pointing and laughing at Sean. Sean mouths a few obscenities in Connors direction before getting out of the ring and chasing Connor for the title belt. Connor runs away laughing insanely as Lane is demanding his belt back. ) Steve: This is crazy.. I think both men are tired of sharing.. we need to have one sole champion! We then cut backstage to Owner Erik Dean’s Office. Erik Dean: Hello Everyone, I am sure you all are upset over what has happened here tonight. So I have signed a match at Body Count. In the Main Event, it will settle the score, and we will have A soul Champ. But that’s not all, there will be a Triple Cage, and up high will be that title. But you all will have to wait till Titans to find out what’s going to be the fate of every one involved. So tune into Titans on Tuesday Night.
Slaughter then Fades!
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