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------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The show opens to the jam packed Freedom Hall in Louisville, Kentucky. After the pryos blast in this somewhat slamm arena, the lights dim down. Then to night. Lighters are lit all around the arena and the TitansTron goes off. Steve: What is going on? Phil: Damn electric company. Someone didn't pay the bill I bet. Steve: What are you blabbering about, Phil? Phil: I dunno, I just wanna know why this is happening. Something flashes and it stays on the screen. 13th Phil: That is a unlucky number. Steve: That is just 13... not 13th. It flashes off and then another word flashes. FLOOR Phil: Floor 13 maybe... 13 Floor... the floor on the 13th story... I can't figure what this means. Steve: Errr... 13th Floor, Phil. Phil: I knew that... It connects together. 13th FLOOR It then dissapears. Pyro blasts off the rampway as a figure walks through the drapings. He has on a black cloak, and some sun glasses. The trench coat, covers his whole chest on down, and we can see some dark hair. Steve: 13th Floor... that sounds familiar. The pyro fades down and the man slowly walks down the ramp with his head down. He paces and finally reaches the ring. He climbs in as the lights dim back on. The man still has his head down, and slowly brings it up. A familiar face, but hard to tell with the sunglasses. He takes them off and the crowd realizes who it is. Steve: Banshee? Oh my God... Banshee is here! Phil: Yes, indeed, for those of you who don't remember this man, he was in the SFW, SFT before SFT many years ago, he has been gone a whole year, but it looks like he is back to claim... well something. Banshee removes the glasses and tosses them too the crowd. He has a microphone, as the fans listen, for something. It is still silent and Banshee places the microphone to his mouth. Banshee: It has definetely been a while since I have graced these locker rooms, this ramp, this ring, hell and the fans. Actually it was almost a year ago at Winds Of Change, I defended my United States Title against a recovering Mad Dogg in a ladder match, I gave it my all, but lost, and dissapeared, like a shadow, swallowed by the night. Only I did not come back the next day, next week, month, instead I decided to quit. And guess what... I still am retired... Phil: Then why the hell is he here.? Banshee unties his coat a little. Banshee: I got contacted by a old friend, Shadow, who wanted me back. I denied... but said yes to something. You see... I am not here to be a wrestler, although you may see me grace the ring, hell maybe even at this month's PPV, I got my eye on some people... ha ha. Some of you may be wondering what I am doing here... Banshee removes his cloak to reveal a slightly modified suit. Steve: Banshee looks like he is going to a business meeting. Banshee: You see... I am now... General Manager Banshee. I am here to work on War Games... and will make something of that show like Titans or Inferno. It is great to be here, but for some it may not. Until War Games... only one question. What's in your wonder ball? Everyone has one. Phil: My god, Banshee will staff, that evil man does not deserve to control anything. Steve: For the better or worse, Banshee is back, and let me tell you, he likes to pick fights. After Banshee goes backstage, "Anything but Jesus" by Stereomud plays. Phil: It's time for our first match! Yea! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kash comes out dancing to the beat. He stops and dances in place. After a few seconds he turns toward the entrance and points. The Rock Superstar walks out and stands by Kash. Rock Superstar poses for a moment then he walks to the ring with Kash hopping around. They get into the ring and they both pose. Rock Superstar goes to a corner, Kash follows and they talk strategy as they await the opponent. Chimpo: Making his way to the ring... Rock Superstar! Phill: Yeah... I think this guy is good... but I dont know. Vitamin C might have the advantage one this one. Steve: Yeah right... Vitamin C is gonna tear him up! Phill: We will see about that. Steve: Wanna bet? I got 20 bucks. Phill: Sure why not. Lets do this. I need the extra money anyways. Chimpo: And his opponent... Vitamin C!! Vitiman C's music hits, but there is no Vitamin. It starts again. Still no Vitamin C. Wait a second... behind Superstar is Vitamin C. He tackles Rock Superstar down and starts beating him in the face with closed fist. Steve: Here we go! Referee Dupre pulls Superstar off and starts yelling at him for the hard contact. Vitamin shoves the ref away and starts kicking Rock Superstar in the face hard! He picks him up and hits a hard face plant DDT! Phil: Nice... Dupre gets control of Vitamin and checks on Superstar, who is bleeding from the mouth, hardly able to move, but starts to pull enough energy to crawl to the ropes. He hangs on the first rope when suddenly Vitamin runs out of no where and kicks him hard in the gut. Steve: Vitamin C is vicious. He starts to kick him some more before the referee finally calls for the bell. He tells Chimpo something and Chimpo grabs a mic. Chimpo: Due to Rock Superstar not being able to compete anymore in this match... Referee James Dupre is calling the match. Vitamin C is the winner! Steve: OH! Pay up! Winner = VITAMIN C ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The scene suddenly cuts to the backstage area. It is there that we see the tour's Commissioner, Kevin Weiker. Kevin: It seems as if we are a little short on good matches here tonight. Unfortunately, both Mike Zybala and Fear have failed to show up here at the Freedom Hall. So... instead of that match taking place... uhh... we'll go to the next match! Yea! The scene goes back to the ringside area. Chimpo: This match is for #1 Contendership to the Lightweight Title! First... weighing 120 pounds... from the Bronx... Adia Rivvioni! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Dark Lady (The Boo Remix)" hits and within seconds of the beginning of the song, Adia appears. The lights dim just slightly, giving the area a dark appearance. She stands on the top of the stage and makes guns with her finger and thumb. She then races down the ramp and slides into the ring; she stops in the center of the ring. She makes the guns again and leaps up the closet turnbuckle. She pretends to the shot the gun in accordance with the "bangs" in the music. She jumps off the turnbuckle and the lights come back up. She takes off the holster and hands it to the time keeper and awaits the bell. Steve: Adia is more then ready to win this match, but I got a feeling that the red hot Cherry Bomb is going to win. Phil: I agree with you Steve. I think the explosive Cherry Bomb is going to win this battle. "When Worlds Collide" by Powerman 5000 blasts as Cherry Bomb makes her entrance. Cherry Bomb snarls at the fans to either side of her. Her long black hair flows behind her jostled. She smiles sadistically to herself and then begins to descend down the ramp slowly. Just as she reaches the ring she cracks her whip at an audience member barely missing them. She climbs into the ring seductively and stares ahead at Adia Rivvioni. Steve: She is so hot! Da Da Da Damn! Phil: Calm down Stevie boy. Chimpo exits the ring as the bell rings. DING DING DING Adia and Bomb lock up in the center of the ring. Adia pushes Bomb back into the corner. Adia hits Bomb with a knife edge chop. Adia whips Bomb across the ring. Adia follows Bomb into the corner. Bomb jumps up in the air thinking that Adia will run past her and into the turnbuckles, but Adia stops and when Bomb lands on her feet Adia puts her knee into Bomb's tailbone. Steve: That knee to the tailbone brought Cherry Bomb to her knees. Adia stomps on Bomb's back until she lies on the mat. Adia bounces off the ropes and drops a leg across the back of Bomb's head. Adia rolls Bomb on her back and hooks a leg. 1... 2... NO! Steve: Kick out! Phil: For a second there I thought we were both wrong on our prediction. Adia stands up and at the same time bring Bomb to her feet. Adia whips Bomb into the ropes. Adia tries to clothesline Bomb, but Bomb ducks the clothesline and stops and turns around facing Adia's back. Bomb kicks Adia in the back and hits a reverse DDT. Bomb immediately locks on the rings of Saturn submission. Steve: Cherry Bomb's got Adia Rivvioni in the rings of Saturn. Phil: That spells trouble for Adia. Bomb has the rings of Saturn locked on, but not to good as Adia begins to make her way over to the ropes. After about 20 seconds of crawling and scrapping to the ropes, Adia makes it and Bomb is forced to release the hold. Steve: Lucky for Adia that Cherry Bomb didn't have the rings of Saturn to well. Adia gets up slowly using the ropes. Bomb is already up and waiting. Adia gets up and Bomb picks her up for a body slam but instead drops Adia ribs first on her knee. Bomb covers Adia. 1... 2... NO! Phil: Kick out by Adia Rivvioni. Steve: She should've hooked the leg. Cherry Bomb didn't hook the leg and that might have been the factor that could've got her the win. Bomb stands up and brings Adia to her feet. Bomb goes behind Adia and locks on a cross face chicken wing. Bomb has it on Adia for about 5 seconds before Adia moves to Bomb's side and drops Bomb on her back with a belly-to-back suplex. Phil: Desperation move by Adia Rivvioni. Steve: Desperate, but it worked. Referee: 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... Bomb begins to stand up. Referee: 6... 7... Adia begins to stand up. Bomb is on one knee. Referee: 8... Bomb is up. Adia is up. Bomb tries to punch Adia, but she blocks it. Adia puts a high knee into Bomb's stomach. Adia tries a hip toss, but Bomb blocks it and hits a hip toss of her own. Adia is right up and goes to kick Bomb, but Bomb catcher her foot. Phil: Cherry is leading Adia around the ring by her foot. Steve: Funny as hell watching Adia hop around on one foot. Steve is laughing, but his laughing ends when Adia hits a enziguri on Bomb. Bomb hits the mat face first. Adia is on the middle rope now taking in the crowds cheers. Phil: Adia loves the crowd's cheers right now. Steve: She sure does. It looks like Adia Rivvioni has this match won. Bomb gets up and nails Adia in the back. Bomb then goes out to the apron and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Bomb nails Adia a couple times. Bomb sets Adia's head in between her legs. Steve: Hey, what the fuck is happening here? Phil: I don’t know, but here comes Ms. Black! Steve: This match will decide who faces Black for her title next week remember! Maybe she's just choosing her opponent here. Phil: She looks hot for a goth-girl. Steve: What the hell does that have to do with anything? Phil: Shut up, foo’. Into the ring she slides holding a chair in both hands, looking much like Marie Antoinette in that dress of hers. Cherry looks slightly confused, but when Black signals for her to hold Adia, she gets the idea. She nods and holds Adia in place. Black bangs the chair on the mat and swings it as hard as she could… Adia winces and Bomb grins, but Black throws the chair at the very last second completely missing Adia. Instead of literally beheading Adia with a chair shot, Black charges forward and takes Cherry Bomb down with a diving elbow. Black and Adia look at each other and nod. The referee watched on, unable to do anyhing. Adia starts to attack Cherry Bomb, assaulting her further, while Black threatens to hit the ref with a chair if he didn’t get out of the ring. With the referee out of the picture, Black turns back to face Bomb, but she is met with the sight of The Messiah running down to Bomb’s rescue. Steve: This is getting a bit confusing. The Messiah slides into the ring only to be kick in the ribs by the Lightweight Champ. Messiah coughs, slightly winded. Black jumps around to see Adia has set Bomb up on the top rope. Black runs over to The Dark Lady and signals for her to not go up top. Instead, Black jumps up to the top rope, and hooks Bomb up for a suplex. The two women fall off, and Black hits the NiteDust – a brainbuster from the top rope. Bomb bounces off the mat and lands on her front. At the same time, The Messiah had managed to catch Adia and had hit her with The Message of Hope. Black stumbles onto her feet, but is ambushed by the Acts of God member, who smacks her in the neck. The Messiah tends to Cherry to see if she is okay, and then urges her to cover Adia. Phil: Phwar, this is my lucky night! Look! Schizo’s coming down too! Schizo slides in and throws Messiah out through the ropes while he’s nudging Bomb. Black gets to her feet and looks at Skitzo with a snarl on her face, then it changes to a grin. Nirvana and the Nomad both make their way to the ring. They slide in on different sides of the ring to make sure they don’t get double-teamed. Skitzo and Black stand back to back and go at it with the new members of the Acts of God in the ring. Black and Messiah exchange blows as do Skitzo and Nomad. Phil: Uh-oh! I hope Bomb isn't going to go for the piledriver off the top rope. Steve: That'll give Adia a concussion and might put her out for a couple weeks. Bomb is about to lift Adia up, but Adia holds on to the top rope. Bomb goes one more time to lift Adia up, but Adia instead hits a back breaking back body drop off the top rope. Phil: Oooooohhh! That was an ugly back body drop! Steve: No doubt Phil, that's from the top turnbuckle too. Adia stands on the top rope looking down at Bomb. Adia looks out to the crowd. Al Creed comes running down the ramp and distracts the ref as Deacon comes from the crowd. He pulls Bomb out of the way as Adia goes off the top rope with a 540 splash and hits nothing but the mat. Phil: She missed completely thanks to Deacon! Steve: And Al Creed's distracting the ref. Deacon gets Cherry Bomb more alert and rolls her back in the ring. Deacon heads back out to the crowd. Al Creed hopes off the apron. Bomb grabs a staggering Adia Rivvioni and hits the Blood Bath. Phil: There it is... the Blood Bath! Steve: Here's the pinfall. 1... 2... 3! Phil: It's all over folks. All over. Steve: Nice fight from Adia Rivvioni. She gave it her all, but came up short thanks to Al Creed and Deacon. Al Creed slides in the ring and picks Cherry Bomb up as the celebration begins. Powerman 5000 hits as well. Chimpo: The winner and #1 contender to the Lightweight Title... Cherry Bomb!!!! Phil: She just earned the match and #1 contendership to face Lucretia Black some time down the road. Winner = CHERRY BOMB ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Black turns to look at who she’ll face for her title next week, but is knocked down by Nirvana. She swings back with a sweep, giving both stars the chance to get onto their feet. Now again all members of both sides are in the ring and on their feet. Acts of God – Nirvana, Messiah, Bomb and Nomad battle against the unorthodox teaming of Adia Rivvioni, Schizophrenia and Ms. Black. Adia and Cherry Bomb continue to go at it, while Skitzo takes down Nirvana with a TV title shot to the head. Black ducks a hook from Nomad, spinning around on one foot and then take him down to his knees with a kick to the shin. Black steps up and the fans cheer as they realise whatis coming next. Steve: The Heavenly Kiss! Eeeh Gad! Black swings her foot around with tremendous force, but it’s blocked too. Black then jumps around and tries to lock in the Kiss submission move, yet again, Nomad gets himself out of the situation. Nomad uses this time to lift her up for his move “The Final Rights”, but Black slides out of it and lands behind the Nomad. The crowd cheer immediately, even before Black manages to lock in the Kiss… she starts strangling Nomad, locking the move in successfully. Skitzo faces the Messiah now who tries to hit second The Message of Hope of the night, however, Schizophrenia falls forward, cracking Messiah’s neck across the rope instead. She lands on the apron, climbs the turnbuckle, and Jamie leaps off to hit Out of Reach on Messiah. The two champions look at each other and grin again. Black finally lets go of Nomad after two minutes of pure Kiss. He slumps to the floor. On the other side of the ring, Nirvana is back on his feet. He hits a Wicked Bomb on Skitzo, and then hits a super kick to Black’s face. Although she feels the full effects of the move, she manages to grab his foot before she falls to the outside through the ropes. She takes Nirvana with her. Everyone is now down except for Cherry and Adia. Weary from the fight they have just endured, they slowly exchange blows. Steve: This is great! Phil: Boobs! Suddenly, "God Hates You All" by Slayer booms out over the PA system. The Deacon and Al Creed walk out. They see Adia and start running. With Black and Schizophrenia still down, Adia has no one to protect her as Al Creed and Deacon slide in the ring. They grab her and pull her away from Cherry Bomb. Deacon goes to the top rope and Cherry struts forward to punch Adia as Creed holds her. Creed laughs, as does Deacon. Cherry holds her head and turns her back, but she is the first to see what is coming next. "Headstrong" by Trapt blasts throughout the arena. Brandi James struts out and walks down the ramp with a hand on her hip. Cherry screams to the others as she sees the IC champion walking down. Creed loosens his grip on Adia to focus on James. Deacon too watches on from his perch on top of the turnbuckle. Brandi walks up the steel steps and climbs into the ring. She walks around a bit and then stops to look at Creed. Black, who had been lying flat on her back on the apron erupts up and shakes the ropes, which causes Deacon to fall out back into the ring. Black falls down again, but grips the top rope and manages to lift herself back into the ring as well. Al Creed sees what happened to Deacon, and charges Brandi. The IC champ nails a Final Nail on the Acts of God leader, and then another one on Cherry Bomb. At the same time, all the other members of the Acts of God get to their feet. Nirvana, Nomad, Deacon and The Messiah all get up instantaneously. The Nomad manages to hit Brandi with a fireman’s carry into a reverse DDT. However, Black, Schizophrenia and Adia are all up again now too. After a minute, the women have the upper hand on the Acts of God. Schizophrenia hits the Mood Swing on Messiah. Adia smashes Deacon with Laughing and Dancing. Black, although she’s almost hit with another super kick off Nirvana, she ducks and hits the Kiss of Death on him. Brandi hits the Foreplay on Nomad followed by the Long Kiss Goodnight. All four women stand there… while the Acts of God lie there, fallen. The all smile, slide out of the ring and walk up the ring together, laughing and joking. Phil: I’m sure that won’t be the last we hear from those guys. Steve: Those gals… you meant to say those “gals”. Phil: Yeah, that was actually pretty eerie. Do you think there’s something going on between them? Steve: I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised if there was. The scene fades to the backstage area. There we see Hahn Mann enter Kevin's office. Kevin is sitting in his chair facing the wall. He turns around and he's wearing his bling bling. Ryda: Yo yo yo. What up, Mann? Mann: Not much, Kev. I just wanted to ask you... Ryda: Sheeit yo... Kev aint here. Mann: Right. Well... Ryda... did Kevin mention any stipulation for my match? Ryda: Yea. He said Mista Gust called him yesterday and they talked about the show. Something was said about your match being deemed a Hardcore Two out of Three Falls Match. Aight? Mann: Yeah. That's cool. Thanks. Ryda: No prob, son. Now, get yo ass out there and beat Hardcore like it aint no thang. Mann: Uhh... word... Hahn Mann walks out of Kevin's office and he sees Hardcore. Hardcore smiles, shakes Hahn's hand, and walks away. Hahn Mann laughs and he tackles Hardcore to the floor. Mann: Our match is a Hardcore 2/3 Falls Match... biznatch! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The bell rings. Hahn goes for the first cover, but he doesn't even get a one count from the random referee that just showed up. His name is Dick. Dick: Sorry. I missed that one. Hahn Mann gets up and he kicks Hardcore in the ribs. He then looks around for hardcore items. He opens up a big box that says "Random Hardcore Items". From that box he pulls out a piece of cardboard. Mann: Uhh... He drops the piece of cardboard and he pulls out a rubber chicken. Feeling that the box is worthless, he uses the chicken as a weapon. As Hardcore is trying to stand, Hahn hits him over the head with the chicken. Because that didn't do much, Hahn tries to shove the chicken down Hardcore's throat. Dick takes it away. Dick: That's not allowed. Mann: But it's a hardcore match. Dick: Oh yeah. Dick hands the chicken back to Hahn Mann. Hahn grabs Hardcore and he takes the TNT Champion down the hallway until he finds a shopping cart. Mann: Hmm... I wonder what this is here for... Hahn Mann thinks for a moment before throwing Hardcore into the cart. He rolls down the hallway and pushes him out into the parking lot. Mann: You want to go for a ride, pal? Hahn pushes the cart into a parked car and the alarm goes off. Mann: Damn it, Hardcore. See what you did? Hahn climbs up on top of the car and he hits a rolling leg drop right onto Hardcore. Mann: That's what I like to call COCKadoodleDOO, mothertrucker. Hahn goes for the cover. 1... 2... 3! Dick: The winner of the first fall... Hahn Mann! Hahn cheers and he dances around. Mann: Oh yeah! I'm the man! Dick: Remember, there are still two possible falls. Mann: Forget that. I'm going for the last one now. 1... 2... NO! Hardcore quickly kicks out and he practically throws Hahn Mann. He gets up and instantly goes after Hahn Mann. He picks Hahn up over his head and slams him straight through the window of the alarmed car. He then breaks the driver's window with his fist and he pulls Hahn Mann straight out of it. Hardcore then gives Hahn Mann the "Sentence to Death" before going for the cover. 1... 2... 3! Hardcore gets up and he stands over Hahn Mann. Mann: Don't you ever... ever think you are better than me... Out of nowhere, Rien Webb runs in and he hits him with a chair. Webb: You are a disgrace to the word "hardcore". Enjoy your retirement, you worthless piece of crap. Webb looks at Hahn Mann. Webb: Good luck. Webb then walks away and Mann throws his arm over Hardcore. 1... 2... 3! Dick: It's over! The winner... and new TNT Champion... HAHN MANN! Dick hands the TNT Title to Hahn before the scene fades to the backstage area, where the fight between Rien Webb and Travis Hardy has already broken out. Winner = HAHN MANN ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Steve: Well it looks like they couldn't even wait to get into the ring Phil: Damn man look at them go. Referee Dupre runs from rinside to the backstage area as Hardy gets tossed into a wall, Webb walks over Hardy and picks him up and hits a brainbuster onto the hard concreat, Webb then walks over to a table that has some snacks and drinks on it and slids it all onto the floor, as Webb turns around Hardy comes flying at him with a closeline sending him to the floor, Hardy then picks up Webb and sends him right through the table with a hip toss. Phil: Wow that had to hurt. Steve: Just a little. Hardy goes for a pin. 1… 2… NO! Kickout by Webb. Hardy gets back to his feet, Hardy grabs a chair from near the table and wields it like a ball bat! He smashes the chair over Webb's head! Steve: Holy shit batman! Phil: Yes, yes I know! We had a near fall now a near death! Hardy begins telling Webb to get up! Webb gets to his knee then BOOM another chair shot to the back! Webb rolls in pain to the floor! Hardy then begins laying the boots to him. He does a leg drop to the back of Webbs neck while holding the chair under him! Phil: Doesn't that look a little familiar?! Steve: Why Phil... if my momma's overweight then yes it does! The leg drop seem to hurt Hardy's ass. Webb then slowly begins to get up and as we see his face it's dripping blood from the nose and mouth. His face is a wreck, the legdrop drove his face in to the concrete! He picks Hardy up and pulls him by the hair out to the entrance ramp! He powerbombs him down on the steel ramp! He then stradles Hardy and begins laying the punches in on him! He goes for the cover. 1… 2… NO! Steve: Kickout! I never thought Webb would get back in control! Phil: He's a trooper! Webb then picks Hardy up and gives him a good old fashion backbreaker! Webb then walks down the stage a little and grabs a ladder and tables in both hands. He begins dragging them both up the ramp and he drops the ladder and sets up the table! He then puts the ladder up right, then rolls Hardy on to the table! He climbs the ladder and ELBOW DROP! Steve: WOW! Phil: OUCH! Webb then gets up holding his elbow, then out of no where Hardcore runs out and smashes a chair in to Webb's face! Webb falls to the ground lifelessly. Hardcore picks him up and give him the Sentance to Death on to the chair! He grabs Hardy and pulls him on top of Webb! Dupre runs to the scene. 1… 2… 3! Dupre holds up Hardy's hand as Hardcore just spits on Webb and walks away! Dupre gets the belt and lays it across Hardy! Phil: What a match! Steve: What a chair shot! Phil: We have a new Hardcore Champion! Yea! Hardcore then smiles into the camera. Phil: Good bye, SFT. The scene goes to the ringside area, where "Wait and Bleed" by Slipknot begins to play. Winner = TRAVIS HARDY ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Dead Pac logo flares across the TitansTron, and out walks the co-owner of SFT, flanked by his demons of destruction. Black, Incubus, Fox, and Ice. They slowly make their way to the ring, the crown not quite sure what to think of this incarnation of the Dead Pac. Black and Incubus roll in first, and run to the furthest turnbuckles, perching themselves on the second rope. Fox and Ice follow in and stand on the two at the near-side, leaving shadow to ascend the steps, and duck in under the top rope. He stands in the middle, staring at his personal army, perched on the corners. Wait and Bleed fades out, and Shadow asks for a microphone. Shadow: For the last year and a half, this company has been plagued in dispute. One half wants one thing, the other half wants the opposite. But tonight, I thought I'd just let it be known, that none of that will be relevant any more. You see, this is the first time I've had the Dead Pac around me, and there's been no-one around to stop us. Tony hasn't roused the troops yet, the stable situation right now is bleak at best… so I can now honestly say, that any sort of co-operation problem within the towers, is over. Why? Because with the Pac at my back, I finally am the dictator around here - and if anyone disagrees with me... well let's just say they'll have to deal with the Dead Pac. As he rounds off, Black, Inky, Ice, and Fox all start flexing their muscles on the turnbuckles. Suddenly, a fifty cent piece drops on the Tron. "What Up Gangsta" starts to play, and out steps Big T, but only as far as the stage. He has a mic in his hand, and figures he can say his piece from a distance. Big T: Cut the music, cut that for now. The music fades away and the crowd give a pop for the rise to the challenge by Jesus. Big T: Shadow, old man, I don't quite know where you're getting off on this, 'dictatorship' thing you have going, but one thing you should know is, that no matter what kind of power you have behind you - any decisions you make conflicting my interests; will get you in the shit with me. Steve: It looks like Jesus is basically telling Shadow to drop his whole Power-lust thing, before it gets him in some trouble. Phil: Do you see the four guys standing between Shadow and Jesus? I'd say it's fairly obvious who'd be the one in trouble here Steve. Shadow: Tony... you don't disappoint. I was expecting this... so let's see if you can guess what's missing from the picture right here... Jesus simply stares back at Shadow, shrugging his shoulders questioningly. He lifts the mic to his mouth again, but before he can he's hit from behind with a chair, as Aj Nin Red Rum steps out onto the stage from behind the curtains. Shadow: Sorry, Tony, guess you ran out of time. Shadow looks towards the other four in the ring. Shadow: You guys know what to do. Suddenly the four Dead Pac members in the ring start making their way up the ramp, as Aj Nin beats Tony towards them with the chair. They meet half-way down the ramp, and all start to simultaneously throw punches at Jesus. Once he's almost out cold, Aj Nin places the chair on the ramp, and hauls Jesus up. He drops him head first to the steel chair. Phil: Dead Weight on the steel chair! Steve: Ouch! Aj Nin picks Jesus up again, and shoves him - stumbling - towards Incubus. Incubus smiles a sick smile and hits Nightmares on the chair. Phil: Shit, Steve, Jesus isn't even awake anymore! Incubus raises him up again, and hands him to Black. Black smiles through his face paint at Inky, and hits the fourth floor ghost without hesitation, the crowd going completely psycho at the Pac for it all. Meanwhile, Shadow is slowly making his way towards them from the ring, savouring every moment. Meanwhile, Fox has picked up the chair, and Aj Nin has steadied Jesus on his feet. Ice charges at him and drop-kicks the chair in his face. Unfinished, Ice lifts Jesus again, and throws him towards Fox. Fox lifts him up, and hits delivers a brainbuster DDT onto the chair. Steve and Phil go crazy over the headsets as Tony lies now in a pool of his own blood on the ramp, the Dead Pac fighting off paramedics trying to help him. Shadow is now standing over Jesus, mic in hand. Shadow: Hey... Jesus... I'd like to see you resurrect yourself from that. This should teach you not to meddle in my business from now on... get it Tony... my business. "Wait and Bleed" hits again, the crowd boo the exit of the Pac, as Medics finally get to tend to Tony Jesus. They quickly rush him to a stretcher and throw a neck-brace around him, before carrying him out of the arena. Titans fades to a convenient commercial break. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CAN'T
GET RID OF THAT OBSCENE ITCH? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ We fade back in to the stretcher being rushed towards an ambulance in a loading bay outside the arena. A few EMT's are urgently listing problems to the medics on the Ambulance, both are men, both look rather stoner-like. The medic in the ambulance is a young woman, who seems eager to get away from the guys. EMT #1: He's unconscious, lost a lot of blood, definitely concussed and he might have a broken neck, he took a lot on the head. EMT #2: His nose too, check his nose, that's probably broken too. They reel off, trying to impress the medic. Medic: We'll keep our eyes on it. The medic bangs the side of the ambulance when Jesus is in and the doors are shut, and it speeds off, sirens blazing towards the hospital. EMT #1: Shit, Tony looked in bad shape, dude. EMT #2: Yeah, guess crossing Shadow might be the best idea these days, huh? EMT #1: No shit... anyway, back to work, come on. The two EMT's leave the scene, and we're left viewing the bay where the ambulance took Jesus from. Steve: Well, our hopes and wishes to Jesus at this time. He took a beating to the hands of the Dead Pac like no-one before him. Phil: All because he disagreed with Shadow... sorry - disagreed with Lord Shadow. Steve: Suck up... Phil: Watch yourself, we could be next! We fade back to the ringside. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chimpo: This next match is obviously the main event! Introducing first... from San Antonio, Texas... weighing in at 242 pounds... Jammer! "Till I Collapse" by Eminem plays through the arena as the fans begin to boo. From the back comes Jammer. He stops on the entrance ramp and crosses his arms as pyros hit from behind. He walks down the ramp moving his head from side to side and shadow boxing. He slides into the ring. Chimpo raises the mic to his hairy lips once again. Chimpo: And the next opponent is from Windsor, England. She weighs in at 121 pounds... Ms. Black! Steve: Ooh... Lucretia! Phil: I think she goes by Ms. Black. Officially speaking that is. Steve: Who cares? The lights through the arena go out, leaving everything pitch black like the night outside. Mist pours out around the stage and down the ramp and a ring of fire forms at the top on the stage. The entire arena's attention is immediately centered around ring of fire, and Rammstein's "Sonne" begins to boom out of the PA system...the countdown in German ends, and as the music explodes, pyros go off at each corner of the ring and the fire flares then dies down straight after. On the stage, where the ring of fire was once, Lucretia Black is now standing looking down towards the ring. Slowly, she moves down and climbs up the steel steps, signalling out to the crowd, making them all boo in unison. The lights come back up, and Lucretia steps into the ring, with the help of the referee pulling the ropes apart. Chimpo: And the final competitor in this match hails from Stirling, Scotland... he weighs in at 232 pounds... Myris! Phil: Didn't William Wallace fight a battle in Stirling? Steve: Once again I ask, who cares? The crowd are silent in anticipation as the first few chords of 'Holiday in Cambodia' strum out over the PA System. Before the music kicks in, the words 'Enter The Expert' flash across the StrikeTron as they are spoken from a microphone behind the stage. Myris walks out from behind the curtain to a standing ovation, strutting confidently down the ramp, holdhing his hands high above his head and soaking up the appreciation of the Strike Towers crowd. He reaches the ring apron, and walks up the ringsteps and along the outside of the ropes before ducking in and climbing to the top of the nearest turnbuckle. He leaps down, and stares at both of his opponents. Phil: What a gathering of warriors we have here. This match is going to be good. Steve: Yeah, so lets get it started already. As if taking a cue from Steve, the bell rang, officially signalling the start of the match. Myris and Jammer locked up as Ms. Black waited in one corner watching the match. Myris was getting the upperhand on Jammer. Jammer broke an arm free though and raked the eyes of Myris. Myris wheeled around in pain and stumbled into the corner. Jammer followed him up and started assailing him with punches to the face. Jammer started to let up and gave Myris a big enough of a window to get an arm up and stop the incoming fist. Myris moved quickly, locking his arms around Jammer's body. He spun out of the corner, turning Jammer with him and then tossed him to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Jammer writhed in pain clawing at his back. Myris was quick to turn his attention over to Ms. Black though. She was still just waiting in the corner. Myris smirked at her and she answered back with a devilish smile of her own. Suddenly Ms. Black burst in a sprint from the corner. Before Myris could even react his right knee was up in the air and he was awkwardly crashing down to the mat. Phil: Nice dropkick from Ms. Black. Steve: She caught Myris napping. Myris got right back up, but Ms. Black grabbed him and Irish Whipped him towards the far ropes. Myris held on though and Ms. Black was soon running out of control towards-Jammer! Jammer sprung to his feet at just the right moment. A nicely timed clothesline sent the light Ms. Black down to the mat harshly. Myris snuk up behind Jammer and tossed him backwards with a German Suplex. He covered. 1... NO! Steve: Kick out! Phil: We saw, Steve. You don't have to announce it. Steve: Shut up, Phil. Myris slapped his fist to the mat and pulled Jammer up with him. He locked on a suplex, but Jammer Headbutt his way out of Myris' grip. He then applied a suplex of his own. He mounted the fallen Myris and started whaling at his face. Ms. Black was back though and quickly interrupted Jammer. She locked on a Half Nelson Choke Hold and pulled Jammer off of Myris. Phil: Ouch! That's a Kiss I'm sure Jammer would've rather avoided. Steve: Kiss isn't playing here tonight... thank God! Phil: Not the band Kiss. It was a play on words because of the name of the move Lucretia is doing. Steve: Oh. Okay. Myris used this time to recuperate and let Ms. Black where down Jammer. Jammer was meanwhile struggling to reach the ropes. He stretched and stretched...Ms. Black tried to pull him farther into the ring, but she had not the strength. Jammer finally reached the rope, but Ms. Black didn't release the hold. Myris decided to take the law into his own hands. A stiff kick to the back of Ms. Black and Jammer was free of the hold. She cried out in pain and grabbed her back. Myris had struck the sweetspot and the pain shot up her spine like thousands of sharp needles. He pulled her up and let her back down with a quick Powerbomb. He made the cover. 1... 2... NO! Jammer broke the hold up with an elbow drop on the head of Myris. Ms. Black rolled out of the ring to let the boys play. Jammer kicked Myris relentlessly not letting him get back to his feet. Finally he let up and Myris got up under his own power. Myris charged him, but Jammer noticed in time and was able to slip a hand down and catch Myris for a Powerslam. Jammer made the cover this time. 1... 2... NO! Phil: This time Ms. Black breaks the hold up! Steve: Come on, get 'em Lucretia! Jammer got up quickly looking frustrated. He kneed Ms. Black in the stomach causing her to double over in pain. He then Irish Whipped her, though not to his advantage. This was apparently what she had hoped for. She started into a somersault routine and before Jammer knew what was going on her leg had cracked him right in the groin. Steve: Breaking the Crystal Balls! Damn I feel sorry for Jammer. Phil: Yes...me too. She made the cover. 1... 2... NO! A blur went flying by the camera and the pin was no more. Myris struck both of his opponents with Terror Rising, his version of a 450 splash from the top rope. Ms. Black flopped into the air like a pancake and was crouched up next to Jammer. Jammer was laying as he was where Ms. Black had left him. Myris covered Ms. Black. 1... 2... NO! Steve: Oh my God, she kicked out! Myris was infuriated. He started complaining to the referee. All that did was bide time for Jammer and Ms. Black to recover though. Jammer was up first. Myris turned around to find Jammer in his face. He ducked a swing and threw a punch of his own towards the face of Jammer. They brawled momentarily, but all eyes were on Ms. Black who was ascending the turnbuckle. Myris got his hand around the neck of Jammer and got a sadistic look in his eyes. Phil: Oh no! Jammer's in for a ride now! Steve: What's Ms. Black waiting for? She tried to time her jump just right to catch Myris unsuspecting. He leapt from the turnbuckle, but unfortunately for her Myris had been using Jammer as bait. He ducked and threw Jammer in front of him. Ms. Black's Heavenly Kiss connected straight on with Jammer who dropped like a sack of dirt. Ms. Black was a little surprised and didn't quite have all of her bearings. Myris wrapped his hand around her neck and the look returned to his eyes. Though this time it was a lot brighter. Phil: There it is! Preying What You Preach! Steve: What a nasty chokeslam, poor Ms. Black. With both wrestlers down, Myris covers Jammer. 1... 2... 3! Phil: What a way to end the show on! Steve: Yeah, even I have to admit that was a damn good match. Winner = MYRIS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Phil: Well... it's that time again. We'll see you next week... wherever next week's show is. Ha ha. Steve: Good night, folks. The show fades to black after that short and uninteresting closing segment. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ CREDITS: ALLISA O'TOO, BANSHEE, JUSTIN PAIGE, MYRIS, NATHAN GUST, SEBASTIAN WICKED, TIM KENDRICK ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I'll explain how the rankings are done. If you win a match on Titans, you get one points. If you lose a match on Titans, you lose one point. Those who are tied in points will be ranked according to the effort they put into gaining those points. Whoever wins direct contendership will be labeled as number one contender no matter where they are ranked. The champion will always be at the top of the list, no matter how many points they have. It seems pretty simple to me. ©
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