Saturday, January 23rd, 2005
[Georgia Dome] Georgia, Atlanta.
intro/
(The fireworks from the Slaughter opening are beginning to die down. They stop, and immediately the arena lights dim to an eery blue haze that is highlighted over the ring. A girl’s voice is heard over the PA system, her voice begins as barely more than a whisper…)
Voice: Have you forgotten? Very soon you will be reminded of your past. What once was gone will reestablish its place in the presence and form the path of your future. What was hidden and overlooked, repressed in the depths of your memory will no longer be… forgotten.
(Her voice echoes the word “Forgotten” as it fades into nothing and the dim blue lights hold over the arena for a moment. After a minute, the lights begin to return to their normal status).
JC: What the hell was that?
RW: I don’t know, John, but it seems like this night has something brewing.
JC: You know, Shakespeare once wrote a play called “A Midsummer Night’s Dream”, but this Saturday night has the makings to be a nightmare…
RW: That, and it’s not summer, either, John.
JC: Thanks Randy, we really needed that contribution, there. Thanks a lot for that.
RW: That’s what I’m here for.
. o n e .
RW: Chaos looks a bit overwhelmed
JC: I think hes just nervous being in SFT
Malinko wastes no time with a dropkick Chaos to the outside of the ring. Malinko with a corkscrew driver off the top turnbuckle to the outside nailing Chaos. Chaos tries to get up and is met with a slingshot into the guardrail.
RW: ouch
Malinko throws Chaos in the ring and does a drop toe hold follwed by a leg drop and an elbow Drop. Malinko now in total control with a russian leg sweep followed by an inverted DDT. Then a side kick follwed by a powerslam.
JC: Malinko looks impressive as hell.
Malinko climbs the ropes and hits a monster lionsault off the turnbuckles, flying through the air like a madman. He connects squarely and the ref comes over and counts 1...........2..........3.!!!!!
RW: Great Malinko wins and wins quite effortlessly
Winner: Great Malinko via pinfall.
JC: Well fans, what a way to start off Saturday Night Slaughter! An impressive win for The Great Malinko here tonight.
RW: How right you are, JC. Hang on just a second- I’m getting word that something is going on backstage… in Eric Dean’s office?!? But he’s not even in charge any more. What would anyone want with him?
JC: I don’t know, Randy. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s here tonight to begin with. Let’s go backstage and see!
(Switch to a backstage camera. The camera is seen making its way around a hallway and to a door that is cracked open. The “Eric Dean, Ambassador” placard has fallen off one of its nails and now slumps downwards. Pushing its way past a creaky door, the camera enters the office. It is in shambles. The couch is over turned, the complimentary fruit bowl and fruit are on the floor amidst what appears to be a million pieces of shredded and ripped papers. There is a picture of Eric Dean still hanging on the wall, but the glass has been cracked and splintered and barely hangs in its place. The splintering originates on a spot on Dean’s forehead in the picture and looks almost as if a bullet has pierced through it. A red streak runs on the picture’s frame from the hole in the forehead and straight down on the wall to a crimson message written with God knows what. It drips down along the wall but is still legible and states “Payback time is now. Your sins will never be… Forgotten.” The camera then switches back to the commentators table; JC and RW are sitting in silence, a blank look on their faces.)
JC: Randy… was that a.. bullet hole?
RW: I.. I’m afraid it was, JC.
JC: Dear God… and what was that substance on the wall that that message was written in?
RW: It looked like.. blood. Do we know if Eric Dean was in the building tonight?
JC: I saw him earlier today, but I don’t know if he stuck around for Slaughter. I’m tempted to hope that he wasn’t, though. Who could be responsible for this?
RW: I’m not sure. Eric’s not in charge any more, but in his time, he made really just as many enemies as he did friends. Looks like someone’s got a score to settle…
JC: Well, while we try to get some definitive information on Eric Dean and his whereabouts tonight, let’s get back to action in the ring and try to continue this night as normal as possible. We don’t know that anything has happened specifically to him yet, so let’s not assume.
JC: Wait, Randy, who the hell is that?!?
(A figure is seen sprinting out from the back as Walsho, CJJ, and Kristen Cirio are still laid up in the ring exhausted from their match. There’s no music accompanying this figure, but the crowd is in a frenzied roar…)
RW: No, it couldn’t be!
JC: It’s…. OH MY GOD… It’s…
RW: St-st-st-Stuttering Stanley, spit it out, damnit! It’s DAVE..VAN..DAM!
JC: What the hell is he doing here, he hasn’t been around here for years!
RW: I don’t know, John, but for the fans at home who don’t know, DVD’s only an 11-time World Champion from SFW Days. I’m sure we’ll find out what he’s doing soon, though, ‘cause he’s going into the ring!
(DVD enters the ring and revels in the crowd roar for a moment, his arms raised as he stands on a turnbuckle for a moment. He jumps back down with a grin and is now standing across from Walsho, who has slowly made it to his feet and stands wobbily while holding his head. DVD taunts him, then lands a superkick that puts Walsho once again on his back!)
RW: OH! Superkick! And a suiting retirement gift for Walsho from the ex-world champ! AHAHA!
JC: Good point, Randy! We won’t be seeing Walsho around here again as he announced his retirement earlier this week.
RW: Looks like DVD is back!
(DVD is ecstatically jumping around the ring in a frenzy after the kick and Cowboy Jack Jones is beginning to bend down to get out of the ring between the top and middle ropes across the ring. DVD turns and spots him. He looks to the crowd on his left and a grin crosses his face again. He looks at the crowd to his right and sticks his tongue out the side of his mouth with a huge smile as the crowd responds like mad savages. DVD shakes his head, then runs and kicks Cowboy Jack in the ass as he’s halfway between the top and middle ropes. CJJ is sent face-first to the concrete below and is laying motionless. A little pool of blood slowly begins to ooze from the silhouette as DVD runs around the ring pumped up as all hell)
JC: Ha! Have a nice trip, see ya next fall, Cowboy Jack!
(Randy looks to his left at JC with a stern look on his face)
RW: Hey, uh… John… listen… leave the comedy to me. It’s seriously not working for you…dumbass!
(As JC begins to get pissed and start a rebuttal towards Randy, Kristen Cirio, fresh off her victory in the match, has made it to her feet and is now smiling at DVD as he celebrates. The crowd is still going wild.)
RW: Yeah, yeah, calm down there, Johnny… look at what’s going on in-ring. It looks like Kristen may have a crush on Dave.
JC: What’s that? Oh, man, looks like you may be right. She’s got her gaze fixed on him, and DVD’S looking back at her. Could it be love at first sight?
(DVD begins to walk towards Kristen as her face still holds her smile. DVD’s smiling now, too, as he stands across from her. The two pause for a moment and their hands mutually rise and become locked)
RW: Oh my god, looks like there may be a new love interest after all! See that, JC? Dave looks like he’s got a girl in like 5 minutes here, and you’ve failed to land one your entire life!
JC: God you’re such an ass. Can’t you give it a rest for a minute and let the world enjoy this moment? It’s not often that two people fall this quick for one another. It’s beautiful sight really.
(Kristen transforms her smile into a kissing shape and closes her eyes as she leans in slowly towards DVD. DVD’s smile, though, has turned back into a grin as he quickly flashes it towards the crowd. Looking back at Kristen now, he stops his smile and puckers his lips up. Just as Kristen is closest, DVD juts forwards and spits in her face. Kristen steps back and looks forward with her mouth agape and methodically raises her hands to her face and wipes some spit from her cheeks. She looks down at her hands, then back up with Dave. An angered horror comes into her eyes and she lunges at DVD with a right hand. DVD ducks. The two switch sides and DVD returns with a kick to Cirio’s gut and follows up with a DDT. Kristen’s out on the mat and DVD raises his arms and celebrates on top of a few turnbuckles. The crowd is still rampantly cheering even though DVD’s taken down a few fan favorites in the last few minutes.)
RW: There’s your so-called beautiful sight, John! Ahaha, I love it! Cirio may have won the match but couldn’t win over the man. Sounds kind of like the story of your life, doesn’t it John… well, of course with out really any fame, any in-ring accomplishments of any sort whatsoever in the history of ever, and basically anything good amidst the pity and sorrow, huh?
JC:….
RW: God I’m glad I’m not you!
JC: Whatever.
RW: Fans, we’ve barely just begun here on Slaughter and yet already it’s been a huge night. What else is there in store? Stay tuned, you don’t want to miss a minute of this.
. t w o .
RW: Sah weet.
::The three competitors are in the ring and the match is underway. Glech
goes after Jack Jones and starts pummeling him with rights and lefts. As
they are fighting, Kristin takes it upon herself to run to the ropes and
cross body block the two wrestlers fighting. Glech is the first one up, he
punches Kristin to her back. But as he does that, Jack turns him and
catches him a with a stiff jab sending him onto his back. Jack picks up
Kristen and whips her to the ropes, he bends down looking for the back body
drop but Kristin stops short and kicks him in the face. The force of it
sends him reeling over the ropes and onto the floor below. Glech takes
advantage of the Kristins back being turned to him and hits a diving reverse
DDT. He picks her up and goes for a suplex, but she counters it and lands
onto her feet. He turns around and is met with a stiff kick to the gut.
She takes a step back and as he rises hits a sidestep kick that sends him
onto his ass. She goes for the cover but some a man runs in towards the
ring from the crowd.::
JC: What the hell? Its Harold!
RW: What is he doing out here?
::Kristin looks at him puzzled and starts talking to him. Just as she does,
Glech comes from behind and rolls up a school boy pin, he grabs onto the
tights hard.::
JC: Is that thong?
RW: I believe it is! He's grabbing on to those pants like they are a
security blanket!
::The ref doesn't see it as he goes to make the pin, 1….2….Kristin
struggles but can't do anything….3!::
JC: Dirty and underhanded! Glech steals a quick win from Kristin!
::Just as he gets up and celebrates, the lights turn off. When they turn
back on there is a man with a steel chair in the ring, and Glech, Kristin,
and Jack are sprawled out on the mat.::
RW: Its….
JC: Kaeneis!
::He drops the steel chair and looks proudly at the damage he's done. He
raises his fists up to the audience when suddenly "99 problems/Points of
Authority Remix" by Jay-Z and Linkin Park hits the airwaves and the crowd
goes wild. Kaeneis looks annoyingly at the entrance as SFT's Faculty
Advisor, Johny Fierce steps out a nice executive suit.::
Fierce: Hey, buddy, pal, chief. What do you think you are doing? You are
totally ruining the flow of the show tonight. And I advise you to stop that
right now!
::Kaeneis mouths the words "Make Me"::
Fierce: Oh…is that a challenge? Are you challenging me? You want me to
come down there!?
::Kaeneis gets in a ready position and waves for him to come down to the
ring.::
Fierce: I love it!
::Fierce takes off his jacket and then his shirt and runs towards the ring.
He dives in and as he rises is meet with stiff right hands from Kaeneis.
Fierce blocks one and gets in his own shots as the two start trading to the
cheers of everyone in the arena.::
JC: They are going at it! This happened so fast, I don't even know how it
happened!
RW: The crowd is loving it though!
::Fierce gains the advantage with the punches, but Kaeneis counters a punch
and hits a swift DDT. He gets up and grabs his steel chair. He winds up
and just as Fierce gets to his feet absolutely belts Fierce, tossing him
through the ropes and out of the ring.::
JC: Jesus Christ, that chair just bent in half over the force of steel to
Fierce's head!
RW: Johny's bleeding too!
::Indeed he is as Fierce slowly gets up, his forehead is busted open and is
bleeding profusely. He walks back up to the rampway and grabs the mic he
dropped running down.::
Fierce: You bastard…you made me bleed…this isn't done…You looking for
a match buddy? I hope you are because at New Beginnings, its me and you
baby! ME AND YOU! See you next Sunday you son of a bitch!
::Fierce drops the mic and walks slowly back towards the curtains, he wipes
the blood off his forehead and points to Kaeneis.::
JC: There you have it! Johny Fierce vs. Kaeneis at New Beginnings!
RW: That's sure to be a good one!
JC: We'll be right back!!!!
::Ad for SFT New Beginnings.::
Winner: Glech Washo via pinfall.
. t h r e e .
The lights in the arena go out. "Demise of Sanity" by Black Label Society starts up as blue and green strobe lights start to go off. Red pyros go off all over the stage and the ramp and Knife walks out on stage. With Mosh Girl. Knife psyches himself up for a moment and then Mosh Girl smacks him on the ass. Knife takes off running down the ramp and slides into the ring. Knife goes to each turnbuckle in turn, stand on the top rope and showboats as Mosh Girl walks to the ring. When she reaches the ring and Knife finishes his showboating they go to the center of the ring, bow down, and come up giving the metal sign as green pyros go off at all four turnbuckles.
JW: Knife looks determined. This is his time to show if there is any rust on him. We haven't seen him for a long time here.
The lights of the arena cut out and the familiar guitar rift shoots through the speakers. Within seconds the bass kicks up and "The Way You Like It" is going full blast. Lane steps onto the entrance ramp and looks down the crowd as white pyro shoots up behind him. Lane then walks to the ring, walking slowly with a bottle of water in his hand. Before hitting the ring he tosses the water to the crowd and slides in under the bottom rope. He quickly gets to his feet, uses the ropes to strech really quick and gets ready for the match.
RC: I hope Lane brought a game plan with him tonight.
As "Back to the Primitive" starts playing smoke covers the stage as Drogden steps on the stage wearing a long black coat with his head down. With the music kicks in he lets out a huge scream and runs to the ring. He then stares down his opponent rubbing his hands together until the bell rings.
JW: This man is without question the favoritew in this match. I mean the others have to much ring rust in my mind. Drogden has been on fire lately.
RC: I wouldn't count Knife out that fast, Sean Lane for that matter either. This could be another upset. SFT seems to be upset heaven as of late.
The bell rings and this one in off, all three men are standing in seperate corners seemingly to apprehensive to make the first move. Lane takes a few steps out looking back and forth at both men, he points to Drogden and calls him out. Drogden looks over at Knife, as Knife motions for him to step out. Drogden slowly makes his way to the center of the ring and locks up with Lane. Lane over powers Drogden and sends him down to the mat. Lane attempts an elbow drop but Drogden is back to his feet.
RC: Knife is the smart one here, if you're not being bothered, stay out and save your energy.
Drogden bounces off the ropes and connects witha high knee to the face of Lane. Drogden then helps Lane to his feet and sends him across the ring with an irish whip. As Lane comes off he is caught with a perfectly executed dropkick. Drogden again helps Lane to his feet and delivers a blow to the midsection. Drogden nails a snap power bomb on Lane.
JW: Lane is getting his ass kicked!
Drogden bounces off the ropes again and comes off with a baseball slide connecting with Lane sedning him outside the ring. Lane's head just smashed off the guard rail. Knife has made his way to the top rope as Drogden makes it to his feet and turns around, Knife comes off the top with a missle drop kick. Knife helps Drogden to his feet and sends him across the ring into the corner. Knife follows him in and nails a stinger splash. Knife grabs hold of Drogden and drops him with a DDT.
RC: Wow, Drogden played right into Knife's plan. The whole time Drogden was wasting his energy with Lane, Knife stayed fresh and is opening up on Drogden now.
Knife climbs to the top rope and comes off with a shooting star press rolling Drogden up for the pin. 1.....2...No Lanes grabbed Knife's foot and dragged him outside the ring. Lane is laying into Knife with rights and lefts. Lane grabs Knife by the head and sends him into the ring post head first. Lane slides into the ring and immediatly begins to stomp on the lower back of Drogden. Lane brings Drogden to his feet and sends him into the corner. Lane climbs to the second rope and is laying into Drogden with lefts and rights now. The ref warns Lane and pulls him off. Lane grabs Drogden and places him sitting on the top turnbuckle. Lane follows him up and sends him flying off the top with what he calls the Lane-Curana!! Lane goes back to the top and comes off this time with a moonsault and nails it perfectly on Drogden.
JW: Lane has really come back here, if he plays this right, this match is his.
RC: I wouldn't go that far just yet, look behind him, Knife is making his way to the top rope again!
JW: What is it with all these damn high risk moves.
Lane goes for the pin 1......2.....No Knife comes off the top with a Knife-ton bomb on both men!! Knife hurt himself with this move, all three men are in down. The ref begins his ten count as neither of the three men are moving right now. 1..........2.........3.......4.......5........6...
JW: Look at Mosh Girl, she has a bottle of water, she just dumped the wter on the face of Knife to wake him up.
7...Knife is back to his feet and slides out of the ring to break the count. He takes a sip from the water given to him from Mosh Girl and slides back into the ring garbbing hold of Sean Lane and bringing him back to his feet. Knife nails the Twist of Fate on Lane!! Knife goes for the pin 1...2.....Thr...No Lane got his foot on the bottom rope!! Knifde is shocked! He is pissed now, Knife drops an elbow on the back of Lane and drags him to the center of the ring and applies the crippler crossface!! Lane is screaming in pain. Knife has Lane locked in and is pulling back on his neck, The ref checks on Lane but lane is not giving up just yet. Knife releases the hold and drops an elbow to the neck of Lane and returns to the crossface. Again we hear Lane screaming in pain, this time louder than the last.
RC: This is it right here, Lane cant't possibly withstand this pain!!
Lane raises his hand and is about to drop it to tap out when Drogden grabs his hand. Drogden kicks Lane in the head then delivers another kick to Knife as well breaking the hold.
JC: What a match, Randy! We had both a lot of punishment and a lot of heart on display right there!
RW: Yes indeed, but John… I’m getting word…
JC: What is it, Randy, what’s going on?
RW: I’m not quite sure, but again something is happening backstage,
JC: God what else can happen tonight?
RW: I almost don’t want to know. Tonight’s already changed the shape of so much around here that I’m not sure I can even imagine what else can go on….
(The camera switches back stage and a camera man is seen running around a hall. Several small groups of wrestlers have already begun to huddle and quietly converse. Jared Mayer is then seen emerging with haste from a locker room, bursting through the door screaming into his cell phone!”)
Jared Mayer: God damnit, someone get some help! What the hell is going on around here?
(Jared pushes past the camera and runs off around a corner screaming at someone. You can hear him yelling at some security guards he must’ve spotted as he yells and asks what they’re paid to do. The camera slowly makes its way into the locker room. Two men are laid out on the floor amidst a huge mess. A violent struggle has obviously ensued. The two men are lying on the ground but have been covered entirely in pitch black paint. Three title belts lie strewn around them. One of them is coughing viciously, the other is huddled in a fetal-type position and is barely moving. The camera zooms in and through the wet black paint their identities become evident- It is Nirvana and Seth Dryden, the respective world and tag champs. They’re obviously in quite intense pain. Against the wall is a message in the same black paint that has covered the two men. It proclaims..)
“The seeds have been planted. Welcome to the Black Garden”
RW: Oh my god! That is the world champ , Nirvana, and his partner and co-tag champ, Seth Dryden! Somebody tore them up, but who?
JC: I have no clue, Randy. Tonight just seems to have one secret after another, riddle after riddle. I just can’t piece it together, though. Maybe this attack was the handy work of Elite Domination? They’re really the only other stable around right now. Maybe Venom was sending a message to the man that took his world title away?
RW: Maybe so, JC, but why was “Black Garden” capitalized? Venom’s match is up next, maybe we’ll get some answers there.
JC: I hope so, Randy, because this puzzle is beyond me so far.
RW: Well, most things are, John, but this has all got even me confused.
Winner: Drodgen via pinfall.
. m a i n e v e n t .
"“Unborn” by Reveille plays over the PA System, the fans in the arena erupt as Arsan Ayers makes his way out onto the Stage. Arsan just looks around at the fans who are cheering him on; and just walks down the ramp way to ringside. There, he simply slides into the ring and walks to the turnbuckle where he climbs up, and just sits there."
Summer: His opponent, weighing in at 305lbs.... VENOM!!!
"As the intro to "Get Back" by Ludacris begins, the lights dim, green and white lights flash around the arena. The words Trust and Believe apear on the titon tron as Venom appears at the top of the ramp. The lights begin to flash to the beat of "Get Back", as Venom makes his way to the ring. "
JC: Former World Champion right there.
"The bell rings, as both of the competitors lock up... Arsan Ayers is starting to over power Venom, suddenly, Venom kicks Arsan in the gut and puts Arsan Ayers into a belly to belly suplex. Arsan rolls out of the ring, and starts to walk around it, while holding his back. Venom comes out of no where and grabs Arsan by the hair, he then drags Arsan ontop of the side of the ring by the hair. Arsan, elbows Venom in the stomach and turns around. Arsan punches Venom, Venom stumbles backwards... Arsan jumps on the ropes and launches off to dropkick Venom to the mat."
JC: Nice dropkick by Arsan Ayers.
"Arsan picks Venom up and tosses Venom into the ropes... Venom bounces back and is met with a tornado DDT by Arsan Ayers. Arsan quickl covers, 1...2........KICKOUT!"
RW: DAMN! That should of took Venom's head off.
"Arsan smacks Venom in the face, as he gets up. Arsan smirks and taunts to the crowd, while Venom slowly gets to his knees. Arsan walks over to Venom and starts to jab Venom in the forehead... Blood starts to show upon Venom's forehead. Arsan picks Venom up to his feet and attempts to put Venom into a Death Valley Driver, however, Venom breaks free and rolls Arsan Ayers up for a pin... 1...2.....KICKOUT!"
JC: Very close!
"Arsan attempts to closeline Venom, however, Venom ducks and puts Arsan Ayers into a German Suplex. Arsan's neck almost snaps, as he falls to the mat. The ref checks to see if Arsan is alright, Arsan gets to his feet, but still he holds his neck. Venom rushes towards Arsan, however, Arsan pulls the ref in the way and Venom spears the ref into the corner. Venom looks at what he has done, while Arsan takes out a pair of brass knuckles from his right boot. Venom turns around to Arsan, Arsan attempts to sock Venom with the brass knuckles, however... Venom ducks and elbows Arsan in the back. Arsan drops the knuckles, as he falls to his knees... Venom picks them up and puts them on. Venom picks Arsan up and tosses Arsan into the ropes, SMACK! Venom lands a powerful blow with the brass knuckles to the forehead of Arsan Ayers... Venom tosses the brass knuckles aside and wakes the ref up... Venom covers, while the ref, still a little daze, starts to count... 1....2......3!!!"
RW: How cheap!
JC: What, Arsan was going to do the same... He just got a taste of his own medicine.
Winner: Venom via pinfall.
closing/
JC: What a finale there, Randy! A GREAT match between Ayers and Venom! Both men are still lying in the ring, exhausted. This battle took a lot out of both men.
RW: Yes fans, it’s definitely been a spectacular Saturday night. For JC, this is Randy White saying goodbye and go-
(Suddenly “How we do” by Game feat. 50 cent hits the PA system. Walking slowly and confidently out from the backstage area with that infamous grin is the daunting figure of Cage. New theme music and all, he stands at the beginning of the ramp, arms raised, and the crowd greets him with a tremendous response, the boos far outweighing the cheers.)
JC: OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!
RW: What’s the matter, Johnny, stuck in repeat or what?
JC: No, I’m just in shock… it’s… CAGE!
RW: Yes, indeed it is! The ex-world champion, lifetime Franchise Player, and arguably the biggest source of controversy in SFT’s illustrious history is here!
JC: But why? I thought he was banned!
RW: You also thought Cirio and DVD were gonna get it on earlier tonight, but that didn’t happen either, did it?
JC: Well, no, but that’s a little bit different than being banned for life!
RW: Is it though, JC, is it really?
JC: Yes, entirely. No doubt about it.
RW: Look, John, I’m not going to sit here and debate trivial details, we don’t have time for that kind of pettiness tonight. As a professional, I’d hope you’d realize that.
JC: But I wasn’t getting into a debate at all, I was just saying tha-
RW: John, give it a rest with your negativity! Cage is making his way down the aisle and has entered the ring and it’s just he and Venom as Ayers has rolled outside and is walking up the ramp!
JC: This looks like a volatile situation here. Cage was none too fond of Venom when he was world champion….
RW: Yeah, and he was quite vocal about his feelings….
JC: When is he not, Randy? He’s a loud-mouthed jackass… kind of like the wrestling version of you!
RW: JC, what did I tell you about the comedy? It doesn’t work for you… it’s as dead as those Tsunami victoms that got washed away…
JC: I cannot believe you went there…
(Cage stands center ring now, the audience vocal with their hatred of him. There are a few black spots on his clothes… black paint possibly? Venom is up now and is staring across at the Cage. Cage walks slowly up, his eyes focused on him intently. There’s a few moments of tension. Surprisingly, though, Cage offers out his hand as if to shake Venom’s…)
JC: Oh no, what the hell is this? Don’t take it, Venom, don’t trust him!
RW: What are you talking about, John? This is a display of sportsmanship and friendship. It’s obvious Cage has changed his ways. Can’t you forgive and forget?
JC: Randy, even if the wildest beast is tamed, he still has his fangs and there’s always the possibility he’ll strike… and I don’t think Cage will ever even become tame. It’s just a matter of time before he strikes. DON’T DO IT, VENOM, DON’T!
RW: JC, sit down! You’re embarrassing me.
(Venom looks at the crowd and shakes his head. Cage still holds his hand out. Reluctantly, Venom shakes his hand after a minute. Venom turns and raises his arm to the crowd as they cheer. Cage looks on and claps.)
RW: See, JC, I told you things had change.
(After a few seconds, Cage stops clapping. His smile has turned into a look of hatred. Dropping to his knees, he hits Venom with a low blow while his back was turned as he saluted the crowd. Venom falls in agony and Cage returns to his feet and looks down at the fallen man with evil in his eyes. He picks up Venom’s legs and stomps on his crotch again and Venom rolls on the mat in agony)
JC: I told you, Randy! Things very rarely change. Cage has always been a cold, manipulative bastard and he showed that again just now. Seriously, what did you really expect to happen? You know Cage and how he is. How could you have possibly….forgotten…
RW: What? Why did you get all quiet?
JC: Forgotten… do you think….
RW: Think what?
JC: Some of the things tonight, the black spots on Cage’s clothes, the message at the opening of the show…
RW: You mean…
JC: I think so..
(Cage exits the ring and grabs a chair. He brings it back into the ring along with a mic. and begins to repeatedly smash it across Venom’s head. Venom is not moving, yet Cage pounds down with the chair again and again. Dropping the chair down, he picks up the microphone and begins to speak…)
Cage: You make me f*cking sick! How could you ever have become world champion.?!? You, Christian Cage, Johnny god-damned Legend… World Champions… in MY federation? You don’t deserve to cook my goddamned food or clean my damn locker room! This is for tradition, this is for all the hours of training and pints of blood that myself and so many others from the past have spilled to make this place the pinnacle of athletic competition…. Only to see it fall to a time when people like you can become its top champion? I won’t stand for it… none of us will. This is a return to tradition. So die, mother f*cker, DIE! Die nameless! Rot in the dirt, in the mother f*cking dirt!
RW: Wait just a second, someone’s coming from the back!
(As the commentators begin to make some connections, Sean Diamond and Executioner begin to run from the back to help their fallen leader as Cage still rants psychotically over him. They enter the ring and hit Cage in the back with a few right hands. Cage lunges at Venom again and Diamond and Executioner jump on him to knock him off and hold him down. Executioner then begins to head across the ring to the chair that Cage had brought into the ring. Picking it up, he starts to walk back to Cage and lifts it to strike Cage while Diamond holds him down. Just then, the lights cut out and again the dark blue lights set in over the ring just as they did at the show’s opening. Two men then sprint to the ring. The crowd reacts insanely as they recognize the two men. It’s Fox and SkorchD!)
JC: It’s Fox and SkorchD. Are you fucking kidding me?
RW: Cage was screaming about a return to tradition, do you think this is what he meant?
JC: I’d say so! These two are hall of famers, they’re legends!
(Fox and SkorchD enter the ring. Turning from Cage, Executioner swings at Fox with the chair, but misses narrowly as Fox slides through his legs. Executioner turns around again to face Fox who is just standing there smiling. Executioner pulls the chair over his head and tries to swing at Fox, but SkorchD has made it in the ring and pulls the chair out of Executioner’s hands. A surprised Executioner turns around to see who took his chair and turns his back to Fox. Fox quickly kicks him in the back of knee, taking Executioner off his feet and into a kneeled position. At the same time, SkorchD swings the chair baseball-style and connects with Executioner’s face. Sean Diamond gets up off of Cage, who immediately then returns to punching Venom, and runs at Fox. Fox ducks Diamond’s attempted clothesline and Diamond is then met with a chair shot from SkorchD as well.)
RW: OH! That’s gotta suck!
JC: Wait, what now?
(“Back to school” by Deftones hits and Seth Dryden and Nirvana, their faces still covered in black paint, sprint towards the ring along with Jared Mayer. They tackle Fox and SkorchD and begin to get the upper hand. They repeatedly wail on Fox and SkorchD with right and left hands and Mayer has a choke hold on Cage across the ring. Suddenly “Cult of Personality” hits by Living Colour and out runs Radiant. He’s got some black paint on his clothes just like Cage does. He hits the ring, evening the score. He grabs Mayer off of Cage from behind and drops him with a Death Drop. Cage and Radiant then throw Nirvana and Dryden off Fox and SkorchD and the four men work on tandem double power-bombs on Nirvana and Dryden. Bob Taylor and Arson Ayers then run from the back and attempt to help out their Rival Schools mates. A violent slugfest ensues. Suddenly, the blue lights come again and out come both Dave Van Dam and Redd. Redd spears Arsan Ayers down and the two begin to slug it out. DVD, brass knuckles in hand, knocks Bob Taylor over the top rope. Radiant whips Nirvana at Cage who follows with a spinning heel kick. Venom and Mayer have staggered back up. Venom grabs Cage from behind and drops Cage with a german suplex. Mayer attempts an atomic drop on Radiant, but Radiant counters it with a hurricanrana while using the top rope for leverage and Mayer flies over the top rope towards the barricade below. Fox whips Dryden towards the rope. SkorchD sees him coming and lowers the top rope, sending Dryden toppling over. On the other side of the ring, Redd clotheslines Ayers over the top rope. The dust now being cleared, Fox, Cage, Radiant, Redd, SkorchD, and Dave Van Dam stand alone in the ring in stances to fight. Choosing to fight another day, Venom, Taylor, and Mayor choose to regroup with their respective stablemates and fight another day. The 6 men, all of whom have suddenly redebuted, stand with their arms raised mid ring as the lights dim a little and a logo saying “The Forgotten” is displayed on the Striketron.)
RW: Good god what a night!
JC: 6 men… count ‘em… 6 of the most dominant forces in SFT history are not only back, but aligned!? What turmoil this is bound to cause!
RW: Time will only tell, John, but we’re out of time! Thanks for watching Saturday Night Slaughter, and be sure to tune in again and not miss a moment of this intensity. The current in SFT will be inevitably shifted from all of this to say the least. How and who will respond to the call of these giants from the past?! Tune in again to find out!
Chaos vs. The Great Malinko
(-Standard Match-)
Kristen Cirio vs. Cowboy Jack Jones vs. Glech Washo
(-Triple Threat Match - #1 U.S. Contendership Match-)
Drodgen vs. Knife vs. Sean Lane
(-Triple Threat Match-)
Arsan Ayers vs. Venom
(-Standard Match-)