Slaughter starts off with a small pyro as the crowd go off and we see Randy and John take their respective places.

Both Kevin and Twilight are in the ring as the bell rings. Kevin wastes no freaking time with a series of kicks to the face of Twilight! Kevin picks up Twilight and nails him with a backbreaker.

RW: The behemoth Victory is literally trying to cut Twilight in half!

Victory with a powerslamb followed up by a powerbomb! Victory covers Twilight the ref counts 1........2.............kickout! Kevin gets up Twilight kicks Kevin in the face, he falls backwards and squishes the ref the ref falls unconcious on the mat. Kevin with a lariat as he nearly decapitates Twilight.

JC: Twilight almost came away without his head!

TK runs into the ring with a steel chair as Kevin turns around he's nailed point blank with the chair. But Kevin doesnt fall, TK nails him again! Still doesnt fall down.

RW: This is incredible to watch!

JC: Dude my head hurts and im not the one taking the shots!

Kevin receives a third shot and he still stumbles forward trying to get at TK. TK cant freaking believe it!

TK with a forth and final shot, but this time as Kevin is turned around he gets nailed by Twilight yet again!

RW: Finally Kevin Victory falls! five freaking chair shots, I saw half the arena cringing and not being able to keep on looking, even the fans couldnt bare to watch this. TK takes off and TWilgiht revives the ref as he covers Kevin and the ref counts 1....2...3!

Winner: Twilight

Ten Thousand Fists by Disturbed begin to blare over the loud speakers in the arena as Mike Zybala makes his way out from behind the curtain on to the entrance aisle. He raises his hands in the air as the cheering crowd salute the crowd favorite.

JC: A number one contendership match to the world title! Zybala and Dameon!

RW: Good time to grab a drink!

JC: These matches have been known to end in a split second so you might want to make it quick!

RW: Generic sounding line to boast to the audience!

JC: Stop reading the script like that you idiot! Zybala slides in to the ring and walks over to the ropes and raises his hands again in to the air as the crowd applaud. Zybala is all smile as he says hello to the referee before waiting in the corner.

RW: Zybala seems to be in good spirits tonight.

JC: I heard he got a blowjob from groupie backstage.

RW: Really? I didn’t see Chimpo go to the back.

JC: We are so fired. "Silent Wars" begins to ring throughout the arena, the lights dim, blue and white strobe lights flash around the entrance while smoke fills the whole stage. The beat picks up as the lights turn from their original nice colors to a darker red much like blood. Dameon bursts through the curtains with his Tag Team Title on his left shoulder and his handy kendo stick in his right hand, he then throws up and "X" with the kendo stick and Tag Title, taunting the crowd, taking in the cheers and boo's as they come. Dameon begins to saunter down the ramp pointing his kendo stick around at different fans, yelling out his superiority to all who will listen, while slapping the stick against his belts, as he reaches the halfway point of the ramp the lights in the arena come back on. Dameon starts to make his way around the ring, he spies a few fans holding random signs and screaming his name, he walks over to them and grabs a couple of shoulders, pulling himself up on the guard rail, the fans cheer, showing their appreciation to a wrestler that acknowledges them. While up on the guard rail Dameon throws his left arm into the air gaining another reaction. Dameon jumps down from the guardrail, turns to the ring, slides in, and works his way to the far corner, as he sets his kendo stick down on the apron for safe keeping, and detach his titles setting them also on the apron for the timekeeper to grab. He then begins to loosen up his wrists while crouching in the corner waiting for his match to begin.

RW: Dameon seems ready for this number one contendership match.

JC: So, who think is gonna win? The guy who stands five six and talks to a monkey or the guy who stands six five and talks to himself?

RW: … What a strange observation.

JC: It’s what I’m here for.

The bell rings and the two begin to circle in the ring as the referee stays to one corner watching the athletes. Dameon is the first to go on the offensive! He charges at Mike and goes for a clubbing blow with his forearm but misses and hits nothing but the top turnbuckle. Zybala quickly goes on the offense taking advantage of Dameon’s missed attack. He begins to kick over and over again at the knee. Finally he takes a step back and hits a drop kick to the kneecap of Dameon an it sends him down to one knee. Dameon clutches his leg as Zybala runs the ropes and comes back looking for another move but Dameon bursts out of the corner off his good leg and takes Zybala down with a clothesline.

JC: It was looking like all Zybala here in the opening minutes but Dameon takes him down with a clothesline.

Dameon drags himself up to his feet using the ropes as Zybala rolls on to his side and tries to push himself up after having his head separated from his shoulders. Dameon manages to get up but is limping some-what as he picks Zybala up. Dameon bent over to grab Mike, Mike spins and hits a furious uppercut to the well documented injured dental work of Dameon. Dameon holds his mouth as Zybala again drop kicks the left knee cap of Dameon!

RW: Mike came in here with a game plan I think! He’s been trying to take out the wheel of Dameon as well as using the recently injured mouth of Dameon.

JC: People forget he’s a former world champ, he didn’t get there on just luck alone!

With Dameon down on one knee again Mike heads to the ropes and this time is actually able to hit a swinging neckbreaker on Dameon! Dameon is down towards one of the closer turnbuckles. Mike looks up to it and grabs an Arm and leg of the big guy and drags him with all the might he can to the turnbuckles. Mike then begins to climb up the turnbuckles.

JC: He’s going to the high-rent district!

RW: This has been obvious line number 54 of the month!

JC: You keep count?

RW: No.

Mike looks around to the crowd a bit before he jumps off and rotates in the air looking for a shooting star press! He comes down to the ground and hits nothing but canvas! The landing is so volatile his upper body comes off the canvas as we see the ‘out of it’ look in his eyes.

JC: Dameon rolled out of the way!

RW: What a cunning move!

JC: All he did was move slightly to the left!

RW: Still! It’s Brilliant!

Dameon gets up and picks up Zybala and drops him down with a quick Brainbuster! He quickly hooks the leg as the referee counts!

1…

2…

3!

JC: Dameon managed to get out of here with the win!

RW: I think Zybala went to the top a little too early in this match.

JC: One of the more obvious statements of the year.

Dameon gets up and rubs his left knee slightly as he raises his arms in the air as the referee signals him as the winner before checking on poor Zybala.

RW: There you have it folks, a new number one contender for the world title. An it’s the Beast Dameon!

Winner: Dameon

"NEVER BACK DOWN IN THE FACE ANGER!" The lights flicker, then go out as "In The Face Of Anger" by Shattersphere blares through the arena. A yellow light illuminates the stage area as two rockets of pyro fly from the far side of the arena to explode on the stage. Josh Konnely steps out into the smoke left by the exploding pyro, and raises his arms as the crowd boos. With his fists clenched and a scowl on his face, Konnely walks down the aisle to ringside. He runs up the steps, walks to the center of the apron, and climbs through the ropes into the ring. There he stretches against the ropes and gets ready to fight.

RW: First down to the ring for this Intercontinental Triple Threat is your television champion, Josh Konnely!

JC: He's tough, and he has proven that time and time again. But now here comes the real variable in this three-way dance.

"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: A scary specimen in "The Standard" Kyle Murphy.

RW: Displays over power and intelligence, scary combo indeed.

JC: And now for the man with the giant target on his, I mean, the Intercontinental Champion, Radiant!

The noise coming from the crowd slowly begins to dwindle out when suddenly the opening for "Tom Sawyer" by Rush begins to play throughout the arenas speakers. The entire crowd stands up and lays in a heavy smatter of boos, though a cheer here and there remains for Radiant as we see them turn towards the stage awaiting his arrival. We cut to the stage as we see Radiant step through the curtains with a sadistic half smile on his face and begins to head down the ramp. He carelessly walks by the fans making his way down the ramp ignoring the few hands that extend for a high five. He reaches the bottom of the ramp and turns over to his left and heads to the steel stairs. He climbs up them and steps onto the ring apron. He pauses for a moment and stares down at his feet for a second. Soon enough he lifts his head up and steps into the ring in between the middle and top rope. He enters the ring and heads over to one of the far turnbuckles and simply leans back against it with both arms spread out over the ropes. Radiant looks around the arena at people in the crowd just buying some time to emit his confidence. "Tom Sawyer" by Rush quickly fades out.

RW: Even though he hasn't been champion too long he seems willing to fight to keep that belt here tonight.

JC: It's the Intercontinental title Randy, wouldn't you?

RW: True.

The bell sounds as Kyle Murphy is first to move from his corner, circling towards Josh Konnely as he moves methodically towards the center of the ring, sizing up the two small opponents, Radiant and Josh then shoot eachother a glance, then with speed and precision they both connect with a low dropkick to the shins of Kyle Murphy, knocking him flat on his face, confused and trying to get back to his feet Kyle is then met with a boot to the ribs from Josh Konnely, flipping him onto his back, Radiant then shouts some orders to Josh, in which Josh takes a step back as Radiant hops over the downed Kyle Murphy, placing a foot in the hands of Konnely, leaping backwards, and moonsaulting directly on top of Kyle Murphy, rolling off of Kyle, Radiant begins to clutch his ribs slightly.

RW: Great team work displayed by the two champions in the ring.

JC: Take out the big man, then work on eachother, smart, but can you really trust the person your working with.

Josh Konnely works to get Murphy to his feet as Radiant begins to shout more orders out at the Television champion, Konnely shoots a glance at Radiant but does as the IC champ requested and places Murphy in the corner. Both men begin to ravage Murphy with kicks and punches dazing him in the corner, Radiant then shoves Josh Konnely out of the way, takes a few steps out of the corner spins a one-eighty rushes back and hits a devastating yakuza kick to the jaw of Kyle Murphy knocking him to the ground. As Murphy rolls out of the ring under the ropes clutching his jaw, Radiant sits with leg still bent over the top rope looking down at his handy work, Josh Konnely then still mad grabs onto the hair of Radiant and pulls him backwards, taking his other leg from the ground and placing him in a tree of woe.

JC: And there's the betrayl!

RW: Well would you like it if you had someone barking orders at you? WELL?!? WOULD YOU?!?

JC: No... Douche.

Radiant begins to struggle trying to unwrap himself from the tree of woe as Josh Konnely runs out of the corner turns back and hits a hesitation drop kick on the Intercontinental Champion, taking him out of the tree of woe. Josh Konnely then leaps to his feet with his arms in the air shouting out his dominance to the crowd. Going to grab Radiant from the ground Josh Konnely stops for a moment to see the status of Kyle Murphy who still lies outside of the ring holding his jaw on the mat, turning back to Radiant, Konnely is met with a kick to the stomach followed up by a double arm ddt laying Konnely out near the corner of all the prior destruction. Getting back to a vertical base Radiant looks down onto Konnely and steps out onto the apron and begins to climb to the top rope, looking out at the crowd for a moment Radiant goes for a 450-splash, but before he lands Konnely is quick to move out of the way, leaving nothing but mat for Radiant to hit.

JC: Great awareness shown by Konnely there.

Konnely continues the roll till he is on the apron, pulling himself to his feet with the help of the middle rope, he waits for a moment watching Radiant recover and get to his feet, but as Radiant turns to face Konnely the television champ is quick to leap up to the top rope and attempt to catapult himself at Radiant, Konnely lands a flying forearm to the temple of Radiant taking the IC champ down to the mat. Konnely then goes for the pin.

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

Kyle Murphy had dove into the ring and landed a double axe handle across the back of Josh Konnely, breaking the count, leaving all three men down for the ref to begin the ten count...1...2...Murphy begins to show signs of life, as Konnely rolls to the ropes...3...4...5...Murphy is now to his knees, while Radiant has just begun to get up, and Josh Konnely is holding himself part way off the ground via the middle rope...6...7...The count is broken as Kyle Murphy is the first to get to a standing position, wobbly, but standing. Seeing Josh Konnely getting to his feet Murphy made his move over to Konnely, grabbing him under a leg and around his body releasing him in a exploder-like suplex, Konnely's body crumpled to the ground and lay limp as the crowd burst into a "That was awesome" chant due to the impact, Kyle Murphy then makes his way over to Konnely for the pin.

1... 2... Kickout!

RW: A dropkick to the face!

JC: The was blunt...

RW: Well!

Surely enough Radiant had drop kicked Murphy in the side of the face knocking him back from Konnely, Radiant then seizes the opprotunity and goes for a pin of his own on the television champ, but the count is broken up before one by a now very angry, much larger Kyle Murphy, who picks Radiant clean up off of Josh Konnely pulling him back into a deadlift german suplex that sends Radiant rolling head over heels out of the ring. Feeling the energy of the crowd Kyle Murphy then begins to pump himself up walking around the ring, walking over to Josh Konnely, "The Standard" picks up the television champion high above his head and begins to press the seventy-five pound lighter man as the crowd counts along...1..........2..........3......... Murphy then turns to the side of the ring that Radiant had just been sent out and sends Josh Konnely over the top outside to land on the now halfway up Radiant, both men collide with a loud clap that can be heard through the arena, the crowd once again begins their "This was awesome" chant.

RW: "The Standard" just send Radiant some Josh Konnely air mail.

JC: Express even!

The referee begins to make the count but Kyle Murphy is quick to stop him by leaping out of the ring himself and grabbing Josh Konnely from the ground and sending him back into the ring. Following him in Kyle slowly watches Konnely get to his feet a short distance away, as Konnely turns he is hit hard by a spear from the heavyweight Murphy, taking Konnely off his feet, holding his ribs in agony. Popping back to his feet once again Kyle Murphy lifted up Josh Konnely, throwing one of Konnely's arms between his legs Kyle Murphy then lifts him up and connects with the "Dublin Calling" near the corner of the ring.

RW: Dublin Calling! Dublin Calling! It has to be over!!!

JC: Thats it folks, count Josh Konnely out and Kyle Murphy as new Intercontinental Champion...

Kyle Murphy then rolls Josh Konnely over attempting the pin.

1... 2... ............

As the ref's hand begins to fall to the ground Radiant comes crashing down hard on top of Murphy and Konnely with "Salt in the Wound", the crowd erupts at the sudden actions of Radiant, possibly saving his title. Slowly rolling over Radiant throws his arm thats not holding his half-bruised ribs over Josh Konnely.

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

RW: Oh my god, what do these men have to do with eachother to come out on top?!?

JC: Brutalize, maim, destroy, something along those lines I would assume.

Slumping to the side Radiant begins to get to his feet slowly arguing with the referee slightly about the count but mainly holding his ribs in pain, Josh Konnely has not moved since the kickout, he is sweating profusely and has a blank expression in his eyes, Kyle Murphy is seen holding his head while getting to his feet, the first to make a move is Murphy towards Radiant, picking him up and throwing a few clubbing blows to the back and ribs of Radiant, backing him into the corner Kyle then goes hoists Radiant onto the top rope.following up with a couple of stiff rights to keep the champ dazed.

JC: The big man looks to be wanting to end it right now.

RW:Take the champ out while the other man is unable to do anything, good plan Adjusting Radiant onto his shoulders Kyle Murphy lets out a roar as he falls backwards landing a samoan drop off of the second rope, as Radiant cries out in agony holding his now very sore ribs, Kyle then goes for the pin, hooking a leg.

1...

RW: He might have it here.

2...

JC: Kyle Murphy is our new...

..Kickout!!!

JC: And no!!! Denied!

RW: Shot down like you at the bar John.

JC. Dude, harsh.

Kyle Murphy sits up tensing his muscles, breathing heavily from the physical exhertion, he questions the referee on the count but is quickly shot down once again as the ref confirms the two count. Kyle Murphy then begins to get to his feet but is quickly met in the back of the head with a stealthy enziguri from Josh Konnely, taking the big man back down to his knees. Bouncing back up to his feet Josh Konnely waits as Kyle Murphy begins to rise back to his feet once again, and as Murphy stands up Konnely leaps into the air grabbing on to the back of Kyle Murphy's head, placing his knees in his face and "Konn"ecting with the "Konntract Kill", which sends Kyle Murphy clean off of his feet and onto the mat.

RW: Konntract Kill! Amazing accuracy and timing displayed by Konnely, wow what a match!

JC: He's going for the pin!

Josh Konnely crawls towards Kyle Murphy's limp body going for a pin as Radiant rushes across the ring with a sudden burst of energy connection with a shining wizard, placing the bottom of his boot flat across the jaw of Konnely, and landing Radiant back first onto Murphy, the ref then hits the mat beginning the count. 1,,, 2,,, 3,,,!

RW: The "RAD MAN" retains his Intercontinental Championship, almost stealing the victory from Konnely, who most likely would have become the new champion had he been able to make it to Kyle Murphy.

JC: Thats why the "Rad Man' is definately one bad man, and its been proven here once again tonight. The referee brings the Intercontinental title to Radiant as he slowly rolls out of the ring still grasping his possibly bruised ribs, he takes a look down at his title and a look back at the crowd raising the title slowly as he makes his way up the rampway while "Tom Sawyer" plays in the background.

RW: I would love to see a rematch, wouldn't you John.

JC: Throw 'em in a cage!!!

Winner: Radiant

JC: It's World Heavyweight Championship time!

RW: Which means it's time for the title to change hands again, the way things have been going lately!

"I STAND ALOOOOONNNNEEEE!" The electric Guitar blasts over the PA and out through the curtain reno runs out in excitement he runs to each side of the stage and points out to the crowd and screams. He looks towards the ring and pats on his chest and begins to walk down. Before he hits the middle of the isle he bends down to tap the floor and spreads his arms out like an eagle and the pyro goes off. The crowd praises as he makes his way to the ring. He slides from the outside to the inside of the ring and heads towards the turnbuckle. He raises his arms as the camera flashes. Then he looks towards the entrance way while still on the ropes.

RW: That's a really unique ring entrance there, John.

JC: I sense some sarcasm there, Randy.

The crowd sits expectantly in their seats as the first murmurings of "Head like a Hole" start to play out into the arena, strobe lights start to strafe the arena as they seek the elusive Myris. As the heavy line kicks in Myris emerges from one of the emergency exits in the crowd accompanied by a few of the security staff to keep the hateful crowd at bay, the World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist. Myris makes his way to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, he stands up, removes his shirt and throws it at the referee before standing on the second turnbuckle - a picture of focused tranquility amongst the seething boos from a disapproving crowd. Stepping down, he removes the SFT Championship from his waist and hands it to the referee, who goes to the center of the ring and holds the belt up to all four sides of the ring.

Amanda Summers does the formal introductions as the referee hands the title belt out to ringside. Both names draw heavy boos from the crowd, as they are among two of the least popular stars on the SFT roster. Summers climbs out of the ring, and the referee gives the competitors the rundown before calling for the bell.

JC: Now that the pre-match rituals have been taken care of, let's get to the action!

RW: Agreed!

Champion and challenger lock up in the middle of the ring, and Reno quickly applies a headlock. Myris immediately counters out with a back suplex, putting Destiny down on the mat. Myris stands and begins to stomp Reno until Destiny can slide out of the ring.

JC: Myris sends Reno retreating with an early onslaught!

RW: Come on, Reno! Get back in there!

Myris attempts to pursue Reno, but Destiny grabs his leg from the outside and pulls him down to the mat. Sliding Myris part way out of the ring, Reno lifts Myris' leg and slams it down across the ring apron, wrenching the knee down hard. He does this a couple more times before sliding back into the ring. There he stomps on the prone and damaged leg of Myris before dragging him up, sending him down with a dragon screw leg whip. Reno quickly applies a leg grapevine, but Myris wisely reaches out to grab hold of the bottom rope with both hands. Reno waits for the referee to make the count to five before breaking the hold. He stands up and raises his arms proudly, and the ref admonishes him for not breaking the hold before five, warning him not to do that again.

Myris uses the ropes to pull himself up, and limps up to Reno, turning him around and delivering a right hand to the jaw. After a kick to the gut, Myris attempts a DDT but is countered into a Northern Lights suplex for the first pin attempt of the match. 1... 2... Myris gets the shoulder up.

JC: Reno almost caught Myris by surprise with that bridging suplex pin.

RW: How embarrassing would it have been to lose the title right there like that?

Reno gets to his feet and takes advantage of the opportunity to stomp on Myris' shoulder several times. Destiny brings Myris to his feet and follows up with a jumping armbreaker.

JC: Reno took out Myris left knee early, now he's going to work on the shoulder.

RW: Myris won't have any good appendages left pretty soon. It's a smart strategy on the part of the challenger, Reno Destiny.

Myris manages to get back up, but Reno takes him right back down with a flying headscissors turned into an armbar submission. Out of desperation, Myris has to slide under the bottom rope and clear out of the ring. Reno breaks the hold as Myris gets out to the floor, but stays on the attack by delivering the double front flip dive attack he's dubbed the 'Holy Shit.'

JC: Holy Shit!

RW: Holy shit is right!

With Myris now down on the floor, Reno Destiny gets him in the Cattle Mutilation, working the arm again. The referee begins his ten count, unable to break the submission hold.

1..... 2..... 3..... 4..... 5..... 6..... 7..... 8..... Reno breaks the hold and slides back into the ring at nine, rolling right back out to break the count. He pulls Myris up and rolls him into the ring. Destiny takes a moment to taunt the fans at ringside before climbing up onto the ring apron. Myris seizes the opening, charging at Destiny and landing a shoulder block to the midsection that sends Reno flying off the apron, slamming hard into the security railing. He uses this moment to catch his breath while Reno slides back into the ring. Both men get to their feet, and the fight is on again. They exchange right hands, and Myris seems to be getting the upper hand as he whips Reno to the ropes. Myris charges Destiny on the return, but they both go for clotheslines simultaneously, colliding in the center of the ring and falling hard to the mat.

JC: Malfuntion at the junction!

RW: Hold on, let me get my petticoat.

With both men down, Rayn starts to walk to the ring, and he's carrying a chair. The referee climbs out of the ring and stops Rayn at the end of the ramp, sending him to the back. Rayn reluctantly leaves, and the referee gets back in the ring as champion and challenger get to their feet. Reno tries a clothesline again, but Myris ducks. When Reno turns around, he lifts him up for a Death Valley driver. Reno counters out of the firemen's carry, landing on his feet behind Myris. Myris turns, and Reno gets him in a fireman's carry of his own. This time it is Myris' turn to counter, as he too escapes the hold, dropping down behind Reno. Myris gets a rear waistlock and tries for a German suplex, but Reno blocks and does a standing switch, going behind Myris and hitting a German suplex of his own.

JC: Back and forth they go! Counter after counter!

RW: Reno gets the better of it, though, hitting that German suplex! Reno gets to his feet, and waits for Myris to get up as well. Myris staggers to his feet and right into the FATE from Reno Destiny! Reno covers!

JC: The Fate!

RW: That should do it! New champion!

1... 2... Myris kicks out!

JC: NO! Myris kicks out! He kicks out of the FATE!

RW: Amazing!

Reno argues with the ref, thinking he should have had the three. The referee holds up two fingers, indicating that Myris rolled his shoulder out before the three. Destiny turns around and walks right into a sudden Fate In Motion from Myris.

JC: Talk about a sudden turn of fates!

RW: How did Myris pull that off on one bad leg?!

JC: Myris with a pin of his own now!

1... 2... Reno kicks out!

Myris gets up, looking angry. Running to the ropes, he hits a springboard moonsault on the prone challenger. He covers again. 1... 2... Reno gets the shoulder up!

JC: This match is insane! Counters and big moves all over the place, and neither man can put the other away!

RW: They both refuse to lose!

Myris stands, and waits for Reno to get up this time. Reno gets up, and Myris attempts a dropkick. Destiny sidesteps the dropkick attempt, causing Myris to come up empty and fall to the mat alone. Myris pops right back up, and Reno tries for a second FATE. Myris ducks the attempt, and when Reno turns around nails him with the FACE OFF!

JC: Face Off! Reno missed with the Fate, and Myris took advantage with the Face Off!

RW: He's done it! Myris is going to retain the World Championship!

The lights in the arena suddenly go out as champion and challenger are down in the ring. When the lights come back on, Myris has draped himself across Reno, but the referee is gone!

JC: What in the world is going on?! The lights went out, and now the referee has disappeared!

RW: I've never seen anything like this before in all my days!

Rayn runs back down the ramp, slides the chair into the ring, and slides in himself. He pulls Myris to his feet, then hits the EPIPHANY right onto the chair!

JC: OH NO! Epiphany on the chair! The Holocaust is going to steal this one!

RW: If we ever find the referee!

Rayn takes his time sliding the chair out of the ring and dragging Reno on top of Myris. He then climbs out of the ring, jumps the ring barrier, and disappears into the crowd. Finally the referee emerges from under the ring, looking just as confused as everyone else in the arena. Looking into the ring, he sees Reno with the cover. He slides into the ring to make the count!

JC: There's no way Myris can kick out! He took an Epiphany right on that steel chair!

RW: It's over! Reno's going to do it!

1... 2... 3!

Winner: Reno Destiny

The bell rings and Reno gets to his knees, just realizing that he won. He raises his arms as the referee gets the championship belt from the timekeeper and hands it to him. Reno kisses the belt and goes to the corner, climbing to the second rope and raising the World Heavyweight Championship above his head in both hands. The crowd boos, knowing that the victory was tainted. Destiny gets down and climbs out of the ring as Myris begins to pull himself up. Seeing Reno walk away with the title, Myris realizes that he's been screwed. He motions for a microphone, and is handed one.

Myris: RENO! I had you down out! You weren't even moving! You and your Holocaust cronies robbed me! That title is mine! I deserve a rematch... no, I DEMAND a rematch! I had this match won, and you cheated!

A Strike Towers crew member runs out from the back and hands Reno Destiny another microphone.

Reno Destiny: I don't know what just happened out here... but you're right. You had me beat. So if you want a rematch... you've got it! In fact, I'll come down there and give it to right now!

Reno starts to walk toward the ring, but Myris speaks again to stop him.

Myris: No. You know darn well I'm in no condition to have another match right now. You just want to take advantage of me after your little ambush. Tonight's not the night. But we will meet again, and I will take back MY title!

JC: What a chaotic main event! We've got another new World Champion, in one of the most controversial finishes I've ever seen!

RW: And it looks as though Reno and Myris aren't done with each other! Apparently we're going to see them go at it again some time in the near future to determine the rightful champion. Will that match be anything like this one was? If so, we're in for another hellacious night when that happens!

Reno and Myris have dropped their mics and have began to yell at each other angrily.

Suddenly Reno drops the title belt and runs back down to the ring, where a brawl ensues. New champion and former champion begin hammering each other with punches, and a swarm of referees and trainers rush the ring to break it up. As all Hell breaks loose in the ring, Slaughter fades to black.

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