We open up Saturday Night Slaughter with a full arena. The stage is full of SFT wrestlers, road agents, and even janitors. Standing in the middle of them is Chimpo the Chimp, who has a microphone.

Chimpo the Chimp: Ladies and gentlemen, it saddens me to announce to you that former six time World Heavyweight Champion Connor MacKinnon... The talking chimp stops. He wipes a tear from his eye and takes a deep breath.

Chimpo the Chimp: Connor MacKinnon has passed away. At the ripe young age of fifty-one, Connor was taken to the hospital following Fallout Seven and was... dead on arrival. So now... whether you love him or hate him... please stand and pay your respects...

Everybody on the stage is silent and bows their heads as a ten bell salute starts.

DING...

DING...

DING...

DING...

DING...

DING...

DING...

DING...

DING...

Before the last bell, "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 hits and the fans go wild. They expect former XCW Champion Nathan Gust, but he doesn't show. The music then fades...

DING...

RW: I don't know if that was intentional or a glitch...

JC: If it was intentional, it was very disrespectful.

The stage is cleared and the ringside crew gets back to work in preperation for tonight's show.

JC: What a sad moment in Strike Fantasy Towers.

RW: Sad for some, happy for others.

JC: Happy? You can never be happy when a man dies before his time...

RW: Who says it wasn't his time? Are you saying God was wrong in taking Connor?

JC: Whatever, Randy. We're not having this discussion on air. The show must go on and on and on...

The lights dim to almost complete darkness as smoke begins to build around the entrance way. The smoke almost looks pink from the spotlights as it grows and grows. “Barracuda” by Fergie hits and plays for a few moments before Sophia DuBois comes jumping through the smoke, parting the plume down the center. You lying so low in the weeds, I bet you gonna ambush me. You'd have me down down down on my knees, Now wouldn't you, barracuda? She throws her arms up and two pyrotechnics explode beside her, showering her with golden sparks. As the sparks fade, she suddenly dashes to the ring and slides in under the ropes. If the real thing don't do the trick, You better make up something quick. You gonna burn burn burn burn it to the wick, Ooooooh, barracuda? She dashes up the turnbuckle and thrusts her arms up and down to the applause of the crowd. Sophia suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle and lands in the center of the ring, her arms throw up in the air as the fans explode. She begins bouncing up and down, warming up. Her music slowly fades away and the return to normal.

RW: First to the ring the Intercontinental AND Flesh and Bone Champion, Sophia DuBois!!!!

John: Gotta love the feeling she brings into an arena Randy.

RW: And if we look around the crowd I'm sure we will see her opponent somewhere, and there he is now!

John: You drink some coffee today Randy?

"Ten-Thousand Fists" by Disturbed bursts out over the loud speakers as a spotlight begins to stalk Mike Zybala through the crowd as he dances amongst the SFT Loyal's who seem to love it. He then gets to the guardrail and before hopping it gets the crowd moving with him one last time. He then slides in the ring acorss from DuBois, ready for the fight in front of him.

RW: If Zybala can score the win here tonight that will be a big boost and possible a number one contendership for him in the midst.

John: A very accomplished wrestler in Mike Zybala, it will be interesting to see how this match pans out,. speed versus technique.

The bell rings as both wrestler make their way to the center of the ring, beginning the match with a lock-up, followed by a hammer-lock from DuBois to Zybala, which is then reversed by Zybala who then Irish whips Sophia into the ropes, rebounding the IC champion hits the ground sliding under the legs of Mike Zybala, hooking one of the legs taking him face first to the ground, then bouncing to her feet quickly DuBois sends a dropkick into the back of Zybala's head. Sophia then bounces to her feet clapping at her downed opponent for the decent exchange.

John: DuBois might be on her "A game" tonight Randy.

RW: But as we all know, Zybala can bounce back from any situation, and he has proven that time and time again to everyone.

John: Truer words have never been spoken.

By this time Zybala is back to his feet slightly dazed, Sophia still watching her opponent recover takes advantage of the situation and goes for a flying head scissors, rotating around Zybala two to three times before finally wrapping her legs tightly around his head and throwing, sending him half way across the ring. DuBois then rushes to the downed Zybala laying in kick after kick slowly trying to wear down the larger and stronger man, clutching the back of Mike's head Sophia lifts him up and shoves him back into the corner, eventually hoisting him to the top rope. After a quick look out towards the crowd, and one towards the sky, Sophia ascends the turnbuckle, the whole time holding the head of Zybala tightly in her hands, as she reaches the top the female high flyer leaps from her feet tossing her legs once again around the head of Zybala going for a hurricanrana, but she is caught half way down by the stronger man, she is then pulled back up onto his shoulders, taking a look outside the ring once and then back in the ring Zybala stands up on the second turnbuckle and leaps off, front flipping with the confused DuBois, using her as a landing pad.

RW: Great count by Mike ZYBALA!!!

John: There's that coffee again, but your right Randy, amazing improvisation from the man of the match.

Zybala begins to stir first after the hard crash to the mat, he then slowly crawls his way toward Sophia going for a pin.

1... 2... ...Kickout...!

John: Close, I thought Zybala might have had it right there.

Looking towards the referee in disgust Zybala rises to his feet, grabbing the hair of Sophia, dragging the downed champion to the center of the ring before picking her up to her feet and wrapping his arm around her head.

RW: Looks like a DDT on the way to DuBois.

But as Zybala goes to drop back, Sophia seemingly comes back to life shoving the former champion into the referee knocking both men to the ground and causing Sophia to fall back into the ropes, but as she does so the apron ruffles and a cloaked figure can be seen with a steel chair for a only a moment as the figure swings the chair full boar at the head of Sophia DuBois knocking the fem-fatale flat on her face, not so much as making a move, and just as quickly as he appeared the cloaked figure dove back under the ring.

John: What the hell was that, the ref was down, and no one has any reason to do something like this, what sort of individual woul...!

RW: John, settle, I'm mad too, but we have to remain professional.

John: I know but god damn it...

At this point Mike Zybala has gotten back to his feet and is beginning to put two and two together in the terms of what had just gone down, he then turns to see the referee slowly coming to, moving quickly Zybala drags the unconscious DuBois to the center of the ring, as he begins to look back at the ref one more time Zybala drops to the ground latching on a camel clutch-like submission, causing DuBois to drool from lack of oxygen. The referee then begins to stir ever so slightly, moving towards the two competitors but by the time he reaches them, it is very obvious by the blueish purple tint to Sophia's face that she is out and the ref calls for the bell announcing Zybala as the winner.

Winner: Mike Zybala

John: And there you go folks, in a hoax of a match, Mike Zybala has beaten the Intercontinental and Flesh and Bone Champion.

RW: We had an amazing match building up, ruined by a single chair shot.

As "Ten Thousand Fist's" plays over the loud speakers Zybala makes his way out of the ring, over the guardrail and out of the arena through the crowd, as the music stops, the apron ruffles once again as the cloaked man pops out from under the ring, this time reaching back under the ring to only pull out a giant burlap sack that is wiggling frantically, then using strength from seemingly deep within the lean figure hoists the bag up and rolls it under the bottom rope into the ring, followed by himself and the chair he had used on Sophia DuBois. The figure then slowly untie's the top of the bag, upon the unraveling Hardcore Hect pours out from within the contents of the bag.

RW: What was referee Hect doing in that bag?

Laying the chair on the mat, the figure then picks DuBois up from the ground and begins tyrating her with assumingly "his" words. Then placing Sophia's head between his legs the figure hits...

John: THE EPIPHANY!!!

RW: Well I think that answers the questions we have had surrounding this... Former world champion, Rayn...

Just as Randy announces his suspicions the figure sits on his knees above DuBois with arms stretched out as if he was being crucified, then with his left hand he reaches up and throws the hood off of his face, revealing that is it truly Rayn under the the cloak, he then begins to point at DuBois as he rolls her over, yelling at Hect to...make the count.. To which Hect oblidges reluctantly. 1... 2... 3...!

RW: Now what was all this about? A false victory, with a hi-jacked refer...

John: Hect is grabbing the Flesh and Bones Title!!! IS THAT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT?!?

Hect then hands Rayn what is now HIS Flesh and Bones Title, Rayn begins to charge around the ring throwing the belt in the air in celebration, in his own ego filling way. Then as his music begins to blare over the loud speakers Rayn looks deep into the camera.

Rayn: One... One for two... Muahahah!!!

RW: What the hell does he mean by that?

John: Who knows but he just screwed Sophia DuBois and gave her two consecutive losses.

Dameon and Twilight circle each other, quickly going to grapple each other. Dameon drops to a knee, spinning his body and standing up, clutching Twilight in a belly to back. He lifts Twilight up, slamming him down on the ground, collapsing on his back and spinning around, putting him in a grounded headlock. Dameon puts pressure as Twilight begins to work to his feet. Dameon follows him up and Twilight catches him with a fast Northern Lights suplex. Dameon moved out of it, avoiding a pin. Twilight gets up, dropping Dameon with a spinebuster, going for a pin that doesn't even get a count.

RW: We actually ran into a good run between these two!

JC: Classic wrestling at its finest.

RW: Stop looking at those two chicks in the bleachers! We have to commentate a match!

Dameon is lifted by Twilight. He breaks Twilight's hands and forearms him to the face and runs back to the ropes. He rebounds as Twilight recovers from the forearm, dropkicking him in the leg and sending Twilight to the ground in a flip. He curls up, holding his knee. Dameon bounces off the ropes, jumping in the air and dropping a knee on Twilight's knee joint. He grabs his legs and flips him over onto his stomach, stepping over his leg and locking the foot behind his leg. He falls back, twisting the leg with an Indian leg lock, dropping an elbow on his back in unison.

RW: It is now obvious that Dameon plans to work on Twilight's leg throughout the match!

JC: Yes she is! She is going all out on her!

RW: Stop watching those girls damnit! We have a match to commentate!

Dameon Stands up and drops an elbow on Twilight's leg, grabbing the ankle and wrenching the leg into an awkward position. Twilight screams in pain but is close enough to the ropes to grab on. The ref makes Dameon release the hold, but Dameon refuses for the longest time, making it to the four count before releasing. Dameon gets up and begins to play to the crowd. Twilight takes this chance to get up, running as best he can to Dameon, who turns around to a Lou Thesz press. Twilight unleashes a series of punches again Dameon's face before getting up and running to the ropes, on rebound Dameon flips to his stomach and Twilight jumps in the air, splashing on top of Dameon's back.

RW: Ouch! Pancake!

JC: Hell yeah pancake! That whale of a woman just fell on top of the two fighting women!

RW: Damnit man, commentate!

Dameon is flipped for a short one count. Twilight lifts Dameon and throws him to the ropes, and before Dameon could rebound, Twilight takes him over the ropes with a clothesline. Dameon hits the ground hard outside. Twilight takes this time to rest.

One! Dameon lays there, not moving an inch.

Two! He can hear the ref counting and begins to stir.

Three! He is on his stomach, trying his hardest to get up.

Four! He is now on all fours, struggling to get to his feet.

Five! He is to one knee.

Six! He is up, pulling himself onto the apron, Twilight is bouncing off the ropes.

Seven! Dameon is standing up on the apron, Twilight running at him with full speed. He jumps over the ropes, grabbing him with an overhead neckbreaker, crashing through the announce table with Dameon.

RW: They went through the table, and John is still in there!

JC: I'm good! How is the chick fight going?

RW: Dameon impacted hard, his neck hitting hard against the table.

The ref is at three and neither man is moving. Blood drips from the back of Dameon's head.

Four! Both men are still, but some movement can be seen in Twilight.

Five! Both men begin to move, but it is limited.

Six! Dameon is moving his head, blood dripping from it while Twilight is rolling to his side.

Seven! Twilight is now crawling to the ring on all fours, Dameon is watching with glazed over eyes.

Eight! Twilight is at the ring, trying to pull himself up. Dameon is on all fours.

Nine! Twilight is up to a knee while Dameon is reaching toward the ring, nowhere near it.

Ten! Twilight collapses to the ground, his body weakened from the table. The bell is called for.

RW: After such a short but great match, it ends in a draw. John is standing up, and he looks sad.

JC: The chicks are gone! No!

RW: They were removed from the building John, their fighting wasn't tolerated.

JC: I liked it...

Winner: Draw

RW: Shit at this time, we need a good dentist for poor Dameon.

Twilight kneels besides the fallen Dameon, we hear the cameraman get close, Twilight says “You think you’re hard, you think you can beat us? You cant beat us, don’t you get it! We don’t care about wins or loses, we out here to hurt everyone, with or without our blood. Hope you had some fun tonight Dameon, we did!”

JC: Blood Money is back to crushing people!

RW: Amen!

Just as it seems nothing else can happen, Dameon finally starts to come around as he gets to his feet we see Rayn at the rampway.

Rayn: Yes, SFT, I am here, and it isn't a joke. I don't want to steal the spotlight from tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumb there, but I have something to say...

JC: As if he could really stay away from the show.

RW: Come on, maybe he'll say something worth a damn.

The crowd continues booing as Rayn's image smirks, looking down at Dameon, who seems obviously pissed off now. He paces the ring, being handed a mic as he continues looking at Rayn.

Rayn: Now, this past weekend, I was in a match for the SFT world championship, as was my tag team partner, and two other members of Holocaust. Now, I don't know what the hell she was thinking, but Lucretia just put the nail in the coffin. Nirvana, you just inadvertantly fucked up, and your burly wench just cost not only you, but me, Reno, AND Jarvis the championship!

Dameon: Woah woah woah...

Rayn would pause, suddenly looking a bit taken off guard that he would be interrupted by Dameon.

Dameon: You're going to interrupt my win, my time, to bitch about your loss? Get over yourself.

Rayn: Hey skid mark, if I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. Now we got screwed because of your woman Nirvana, and I DEMAND a rematch! I want Myris in the ring, and I want him in the ring TONIGHT!

Dameon: Come on man, all it is with you is 'me me me'. You don't give a damn about anyone else but yourself, and if you don't get off the screen, and let my music play, I'm going to walk back there, find your scrawny ass and beat the unholy hell out of you!

Rayn would smirk on the screen.

RW: Those are fighting words on the part of Dameon...

JC: I wonder how the former champion is going to reply...

RW: Well, if you'll shut up you'll find out...

JC: Go to hell...

Rayn: Well, Dameon you want to kick my ass? Alright I'll give you the chance... heh heh heh...

The screen would go out, as Sun Doesn't Rise by Mushroomhead would start to play on the speakers. Dameon would back up and drop the United States title, waving towards the entrance, begging Rayn to come down. After a minute, there was nothing. Dameon grabs the mic and walks towards the ropes.

Dameon: COME ON RAYN! You wanted to give me a chance, get out here!!!

JC: LOOK OVER THERE!

RW: Rayn came out of the crowd, Dameon doesn't have a clue!!!

Rayn hops one of the crowd barriers and slides into the ring behind Dameon. He walks up behind him, before grabbing his shoulder, spinning Dameon around and kicking him in the stomach. He hooks his arms up, before lifting Dameon off the mat and droping him front first on the mat behind him.

RW: EPIPHANY!!!

JC: Rayn showing his intelligence once again, out smarting his former partner and friend Dameon...

Rayn smirks as the crowd, conflicted in their response to Rayn's actions, start making some noise as he grabs the mic Dameon dropped. He leans over, pointing at Dameon's face as he begins to talk.

Rayn: You seriously think you can beat me Dameon? You aren't even in my league. I mean, trying to start a fight with someone that can walk down that ramp, beat the hell out of whoever they put in front of me, and take whatever title I want whenever I damn well please isn't the smartest ideas.

Rayn stand up, then slowly turns his head to look towards the United States title, laying on the mat a few feet from them. He takes a few steps towards it, leaning down and picking it up, before walking back to Dameon.

Rayn: To be honest, I have to say I'm proud of you. So far, you've gone further here than I originally thought you would. Starting with nothing, and finally winning the United States belt, even managing to keep it after that cluster fuck of a match you were in at September Dawn...

The crowd shows it's mixed reactions as Rayn tosses the belt over his shoulder, looking down at the name plate that reads 'Dameon' on the front of the belt.

Rayn: Well, just like I said, I can take anything from anyone, at any time, and instead of going after Myris, I think I'm going to stop worrying about me all the time, and start worrying about you Dameon. You run your mouth about how much better you think you are than I am, about how much you want to beat my ass, about how you beat me back in Japan. Like I said, a show's a show, and you needed money. You beat me out of pity, and nothing more.

Rayn would walk to the ropes, and steps through them, slowly heading towards the ramp way with Dameon's championship.

Rayn: See Dameon, Japan might be your turf, your house, but this is SFT, I've sweat and bled here, and I put my neck on the line to get your ass here, and instead of doing the right thing, and letting me lead you to greatness, you thought you could just turn on me and do it yourself. Well, it's time to repay the favor Dameon...

Dameon would begin to stir in the ring, looking around before seeing Rayn at the entrance with his title. He would look in the ring for a moment before looking back at Rayn. He'd pull himself up with the ropes, stumbling to the nearest corner for support, all the while looking at Rayn with fury in his eyes.

Rayn: You wanted to fuck me over, well, now I'm going to fuck you over. Thanks for the belt D.....

Sun Doesn't Rise plays through the arena as Rayn lifts the United States belt into the air over his head, then turns his back to the ring and walks into the back. Dameon drops down to the mat, rolling out of the ring as he starts to walk towards the back holding his mid section the entire time.

RW: You think Dameon's going to get his belt back?

JC: Only time will tell Randy, only time will tell.....

"Enter Sandman" by Metallica hits the loudspeakers and green and gold pyro erupt at the stage area. Kyle Murphy walks out, with Fireball at his side. He and Fireball walk down the ramp. At ringside Kyle leaps to the top of the steps, then walks to the middle of the apron before stepping into the ring. Going to one corner, he climbs to the second rope and raises his arms over his head. The crowd continues to roar, and Murphy steps down off the second rope. He holds up his right arm, then gets ready to compete.

JC: Kyle Murphy out here Ready and Willing to fight.

RW: Big match tonight, Lion, TK Money and the former world champion Kyle Murphy!

The sounds of Jumanji can be heard as we await the Lion. A few minutes pass and nobodies comes out. His music fades away as Kyle stands in the ring perplexed by Lion missing.

JC: Where the hell is Lion?

We see on the big screen a camera running in the back where we find TK Money and Twilight standing over a fallen Lion! Lion can be seen squirming around on the floor holding his left knee as Twilight and TK both hit each other with a high five.

RW: Blood Money just took out Lion!

JC: They’re just out to cause trouble it seems. They injured Dameon at the pay per view now they’re taking out Lion here on Slaughter!

The two of them leave the scene as the shot goes back to the ring with Kyle Murphy who is talking with the referee pointing to the back enraged at what has gone down. Moments pass when finally TK Money’s Music begins to play. Out comes TK along with Twilight beside him. The two of them both smiling and acting very proud of themselves. The referee leaves the ring and meets the two of them half way to the ring. The two of them stare at the referee as the referee signals for Twilight to head to the back! Twilight yells at the referee pleading his case.

JC: The referee is taking charge here tonight!

RW: I think he’s banning Twilight from the ringside area!

JC: Good call by the referee!

TK calms down Twilight telling him he can handle Kyle. Twilight and TK hit a quick fist bump as Twilight walks to the back fuming. TK and the referee then walk to the ring and step inside as TK’s music fades.

RW: Guess the match is now a one on one.

The referee signals for the bell and TK goes running straight for Kyle Murphy! Kyle side-steps and throws TK in to the ropes, TK comes back on the rebound and Kyle Murphy picks him up and spins him around two quick times for dropping down and hitting an absolutely Huge spinning Side Slam! Kyle hooks the leg…

1…

2…

3!

JC: I don’t believe it!

RW: In like a matter of eight seconds Kyle Murphy has defeated TK Money!

Kyle gets up and raises his hands to the cheering crowd as he looks down at TK he takes a short bow as a smirk comes across his face. He leaves the ring as TK lays in the center of the ring holding his head looking up the aisle way at Kyle who doesn’t even acknowledge him as he leaves.

RW: Quick paycheck for Murphy.

JC: I think he’ll welcome it after the hell he went through at September Dawn.

Winner: Kyle Murphy

RW: Well, folks... that's all we have for you tonight.

JC: It's been a lot of fun, as always... but it's time to go.

RW: We'll see you next ti--

Randy is interrupted when "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 hits. This time, the fans give a mixed reaction because they think it's another glitch again. It is not a glitch this time... as former XCW Champion and SFT Hall of Famer Nathan Gust is wheeled out onto the stage by a rather big, mean looking gentleman. With a microphone in hand, the legend looks out at the people who have supported and loathed him for many years. The music fades and he lifts up the mic.

Nathan Gust: Wow, thank you. It's nice to see that I still get that kind of reaction after all these years. Sadly, it is the last time you will be able to give me that reaction... as this is the last time I will be appearing on television.

That statement gets heat from a good portion of fans.

Nathan Gust: I know, I know. It's not what you wanted to hear. My doctor said that even if they can do something to relieve the pain in my hip and get me moving again... I might as well shoot myself in the head rather than step inside the squared circle again. That is how serious this situation has become. But enough about me...

He pauses, getting a more serious look on his face.

Nathan Gust: Earlier tonight, it was announced that Connor MacKinnon has passed away. It was very nice of the company to do a ten bell salute and all, but when asked about a funeral... there was nothing mentioned backstage. I have talked to his...

He shakes his head in slight disgust.

Nathan Gust: ... wife Jane about a funeral and she was so distraught that she couldn't even think about it. So, being Connor's... heh... uncle-in-law... I am putting myself in charge of his funeral. It will be this Wednesday... live... on War.

There is a mixed reaction for the announcement.

Nathan Gust: Through the good times and the bad... you have always been there for Connor, Sara, and myself. As the three of us are leaving SFT in our own ways... I hope that you will always remember us for who we were: professional wrestling icons. SFT will always be my home... which makes it even harder for me to leave for good. This is it. This is the point of no return. Thank you all for being part of my memorable years of service to Strike Fantasy Towers...

With a final wave to the fans, the legend drops the mic on the stage and waves goodbye before being wheeled to the back by the big guy.

JC: Hey, wait a minute, Randy. I think I know that guy...

RW: Nathan Gust?

JC: No, the big guy pushing him around.

RW: Kinda looked like one of those inmates from American History X.

JC: No, no, no. That was Kevin Victory, the son of XCW Hall of Famer Apocalypse!

RW: Oh my...

The show goes off the air abruptly and the scene fades to black.

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