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Strike Fantasy Towers Tuesday Night Titans™ December 19th, 2006 Live From Miami, Florida Steve: Good evening everyone, and welcome to what promises to be another momentous night here on SFT's Tuesday Night Titans. I'm Steve Phillips, and sitting right alongside me as always is Phil Stevens. Phil: We have a huge night of action for you here, comprising 3 huge matches and, I'm sure, more than just a few surprises along the way, so let's get right to the action as we see... *Phil is interrupted by the unmistakeable opening riff of Guns N'Roses 'Welcome To The Jungle' blasting over the PA System, which in SFT terms, usually means only one thing.* Steve: What the hell is this? Why is he coming out here now? As if in response to Phil Stevens' question, we hear an incredible ovation from the crowd as the SFT Legend and former 3-Time World's Heavyweight Champion, 'The Franchise' himself, Christian Cage, makes his way out onto the stage. Cage is immaculately attired, as always, in a black Armani suit with a black shirt and silver tie, not to mention his trademark sunglasses. Cage is also carrying a microphone in his left hand, and a folded up piece of paper of some kind in his right. As Cage waits at the top of the entrance ramp, looking out over his hometown crowd, his music slowly fades away and Cage raises the microphone to his lips: Christian Cage: Good evening Miami! Phil: Talk about your damn cheap pop. Christian Cage: Now, I'm sure there are going to be at least a few of you who are wondering just what I'm doing out here besides raising the tone of this usually god-awful show beyond all recognition. Well, I got good news for you. See, things around here are going to be changing over the next few weeks, and in some quite dramatic ways as well. The first change that's going to be happening...well, in fact it already happened...is that Titans now has a new man in charge. That new man couldn't give two shits and a fuck for all this co-owner crap that's going on just now, and this new man also happens to be the greatest sportsman ever to hail from this city...did you figure our who it is yet? *The crowd shout out a few suggestions in response to Christian Cage's question.* Christian Cage: No, asshats, it is neither Dan Marino nor Dwayne Johnson. Who the hell is Dwayne Johnson anyways? Is he the guy out of Miami Vice? It doesn't matter who he is anyway because the answer, in case you didn't quite figure it out yet, is that I'm going to be running things on Tuesday nights from here on out! Steve: What a huge announcement to get us started here tonight! A new owner for Tuesday Night Titans. Phil: So what happened to Page Michaels? Christian Cage: Now, I'm sure that there are a lot of you out there who are wondering 'what happened to Page Michaels?'. Well, I'll tell ya. See, me getting control of this show was not exactly your usual kind of business deal. What actually happened was that I decided I wanted to run the show, so I took Page Michaels out, got him real drunk (took about a beer and a half), and then persuaded him to put his contract as Owner and Producer of Tuesday Night Titans on the line in a poker game! Now, if it had been a 'poke-him' game, then I'm sure Page would have done real well, being as he gets a lot of practice at it, or so I've heard, but he sure as hell sucks at poker, and so here I am, and here in my hand, I have that very contract, although I did have to dry it out after Page spilled beer on it...the man just can't handle his drink, you know. So, as of right now, all you lucky people watching at home will get to see me lighting up your TV screens every damn week, and probably lighting up your miserable excuses of a life in the process. We got three matches tonight, and who knows, one of them might even be worth watching... *With that, Cage signals for his music to start up again, which it quickly does as 'The Franchise' heads backstage, leaving Steve and Phil to analyse the news that he has just delivered.* Steve: What a huge announcement to get us started out here, a new man running things around here. Phil: Not only that, we now have one of the most unpredictable and controversial superstars in SFT history running the show around here. Steve: One thing is for sure, things won't be dull with Christian Cage around! Phil: For now though, let's get right on with the action, as we see our first match of the evening between the rookie Anathema and the returning Excidium: *Match One* Anathema vs Excidium *Anathema is already in the ring when the lights suddenly flicker as the sound of wind rises through the speakers.* *Ring Announcer: And his opponent... from parts unknown.... EXCIDIUM!!* "What do you see in the dark, when the demons come for you?" A large figure moves out to the top of the ramp. Slowly, he stalks down to the ring as flames ignite and begin rising behind him from the steel-grated ramp. His shoulder-length black hair hangs wet over his eyes as he moves onto the apron. As he steps over the top rope, flames begin rising from the ringposts. Excidium walks towards Anathema as the bell tolls to start the match. Phil: Here we go! Steve: Man it's good to be back on the Titans squad. Phil: You can say that again! Steve: Man it's good to-- Phil: Uh, it's just a figure of speech. Excidium wastes no time and punches Anathema in the face. Anathema backpeddles and begins to come back at Excidium but before he can even do anything, Excidium wraps his hand around Anathema's throat. Phil: War! Excidium lifts Anathema up and then slams him down in a brutal Death's Delight [Chokeslam to Cradle Piledriver]! Excidium chuckles as he pins his opponent. 1... 2... 3!! "Releasing the Demons" by Godsmack plays again as Excidium raises his arms to a mixed reaction from the fans. WINNER = Excidium We cut backstage to see Megan The Monster and Amy Jo Smyth standing in front of the typical beverage table that graces every SFT show. They are talking about Christmas celebrations though out the various relatives' homes and how Nelly needs to spend at least part of Christmas day with Sebastian. Nelly is running around the back, playing - well, more kicking around a football for the most part unwatched. Phil: Little hooligan, put her on a leash. Steve: She seems like a well-behaved kid. Phil: Look who her mother is! Nelly kicks the ball down the hallway right into Shadow's feet. Shadow looks at the ball then up at Nelly, who is charging after the ball. Phil: Now she's gonna get it! Shadow picks up the football and places it under his arm. Nelly just stares at him, unafraid of his intimidating stature and his aging features. Nelly: Wow, mister, you're tall. Steve: Awww, how cute. Phil: Cute? That thing called a child needs to respect Shadow. Steve: She's six! Shadow: That's only because you're little. Nelly: Nuh-uh, you're taller then my daddy. Shadow: Well, who's your daddy? Nelly: Squid! Shadow: Is that his nickname? Nelly: That's what my mummy calls him. Shadow kneels down to get eye-level with the little girl. Nelly: Do you know my mommy? Shadow: I do, everyone knows your mommy, but I know her better then most. Nelly: Are you friends? Mummy has lots of friends. Phil: Lots of enemies, too. Steve: Shush. Phil: I know, it's just so heart warming. Shadow: A long time ago we were friends, good friends. Nelly: Did you get into a fight? Shadow: We had a difference of opinions, yes. Nelly: Can't you make up? Shadow: That's up to your mother! Megan: What's up to me? Megan looks down at Nelly and smiles. Nelly: Mummy, you two should make-up, be friends again. Shadow hands Nelly back her football and stands. He looks at Megan with a flat smile. Amy Jo walks up behind Megan, watching silently like a bodyguard. Megan: Nell-Bell, why don't you go get a soda with Aunty AJ. Nelly: Okay, mummy. Nelly skips off and Amy Jo leads her by the hand toward a far off vending machine. Megan steps closer to Shadow, holding her head high. Megan: What did you say to her? Steve: And so it begins! Phil: Tell her, Shadow; tell her exactly where to get off. Shadow: Nothing, we were just talking. Megan: I'd prefer it if you didn't 'just talk' to her. Shadow: Why, what's the big deal? Megan: I'd rather you just didn't okay? There is a brief moment of silence between the two. Steve: Oh, can you feel the sexual tension? Phil: Ew, no. Shadow: That little girl is mine and you know it. The expression on Megan's face grows from shock to anger to disgust. Her mouth hangs slightly agape as they stand just a few feet apart. Megan: Are you out of your mind? There is no way. Shadow: How do you know, you burned the test, remember? Megan: I don't need a test to tell me that you're not Nelly's father. Just look at her. Shadow: I have, have you? Megan: Every-God-damn-day. You've seen her, what once - twice, since she was born and now suddenly an expert at genetics? Shadow: I didn't say that, Megan. But I do know she is my daughter. I had a hand in making her. Megan: But not in raising her, therefore, she is not yours. Shadow: Don't you see it? The eyes, the nose! Megan: We're going in circles. Shadow: Then what do you plan to do about this? Megan: Call my lawyer. Steve: Um, okay. Phil: I think Megan has lost her edge. Steve: She just might have. Normally, she'd be ripping out his heart through his chest. Phil: Yeah, she's pussied out and has her lawyers do her fighting. Megan simply turns and walks away. She picks Nelly up and makes her giggle. She stares at Shadow, who just stares at the two. Shadow just walks away after a few seconds. Phil: Bitch. Steve: Let's head back to the ring for our next match tonight! *Match Two* Maniac Mike vs. Andre Juric Amanda Summers: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, standing 5'11'' and weighing in at 240lbs, from Osijik, Croatia, 'The Croatian Sensation' ANDRE JURIC!!! "Red Flag" by Billy talent blasts over the PA as Andre Juric appears at the top of the entrance ramp. He glares at the crowd for a minute, before casually walking down the aisle, then sliding under the bottom rope upon reaching the ring. Juric then kneels in the centre of the ring and raises his arms in the before before climbing to his feet and awaiting the arrival of his opponent as his music fades away Amanda Summers: Now introducing his opponent, standing 6' tall and weighing in at 220lbs, hailing from Neenah, Wisconsin, MANIAC MIKE!!! "Maniac Dance" by Stradivarius hits over the PA System as Mike makes his way out into the arena. Withut a single pause, he sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring before leaping to his feet and and charging straight at Juric as his music fades out. Steve: Seems as if Mike doesn't want to have to wait to get this one started. He's come out of the gate like a house of fire, and he's taking the fight right to his opponent. Mike has Juric backed into a corner and is unloading on him with a barrage of lefts and rights, but Juric manages to fight back and start hitting Mike with some accurate shots of his own, finally gaining the upper hand and giving the Croatian the momentum to back Mike up a few steps and then send him crashing to the mat with a clothesline. As Mike falls, Juric leaps on top of him and slams more accurate right-hand shots into Mike's face. Steve: We're seeing some real aggression from Andre Juric here, like he's fighting with something to prove after the disappointment of his debut last week. Juric finally relents and climbs to his feet, dragging Mike up with him by the hair and then whipping him against the ropes and trying for another clothesline, but Mike ducks under and catches Juric on the rebound with a drop kick squarely in the face which knocks Juric back a step or two. Phil: Could this be a sign of the momentum swinging in favour of Maniac Mike? Steve: Not if Andre Juric has anything to do with it, I suspect. Mike looks to make the most of his new-found advantage by bouncing off of the ropes himself and trying for a cross body-block, but Juric catches him in mid-air and slams him to the mat with a lightning quick powerslam, followed by a hook of the leg: ONE! TWO!! NO!!! Mike manages to roll his shoulder just as the referee's hand looks to be coming down for three, prompting Juric to get right in the referee's face, complaining about a slow count on the part of the official, which gives Mike the opportunity to catch him with an enziguri around the back of the head, leaving him face-first on the mat. Steve: I guess that'll teach Mr. Juric to take his eye off his opponent for even a second. Phil: Right now, the only thing his eye is on is the mat. Sensing a chance to make Juric suffer for his mistake, Mike crashes down with a legdrop across the back of his opponent's neck, after which he rolls Juric onto his back before trying for a cover of his own: ONE! NO!! Juric manages a comfortable kick out, and both men climb to their feet on opposite sides of the ring. They both circle around for a moment or two before Juric charges at Mike, trying for a spear. Mike, anticipating the maneuver, drills Juric with a knee straight to the top of the head as he comes running in. As Juric stumbles, Mike follows up with a kick to the gut and then hits his trademark Blue Thunder Bomb before hooking Juric's leg for the cover: ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! Phil: He did it! Maniac Mike picks up a great win here over Andre Juric, and you have to wonder if there are going to be title shots in Mike's immediate future. Steve: On that evidence, you wouldn't bet against it. WINNER = MANIAC MIKE As Juric is helped back to the locker room by the referee, "Crazy" by Alanis Morissette begins to play and lights fade quickly replaced by purple lights. Megan slowly makes her way to the ring, eating up all the cheers from the fans. Steve: This should be interesting. Phil: Didn't we get enough from her already? Steve: Nobody but you seems to mind! Megan grabs a microphone from the announcer and stands in the center of the ring. Her music slowly fades away and the lights come back to normal. She waits patiently for the fans to quiet down. Phil: Oh, God, shut up already. Steve: How about you shut up already? Megan: I spoke to my lawyer just a few minutes ago. He advised me that it would be in my best interest to resolve the matter regarding the paternity of Nelly. He also informed me that it would be best in I did this as quickly as possible. I then asked him if next Sunday was good enough! The fans rage, full of screams and cheers as Megan waits for them to quiet. Megan: Now, I'm sure all of you here are smart enough to know that Everything Ends is next Sunday. That's exactly what I'm going to do; I'm going to put an end to this whole matter. For the sake of my daughter and my family, I am going to face Shadow in a match for the results of a paternity test. If he wins, he gets the results. He gets the truth, no matter what. If I win, I get the results and nobody ever gets to know. Exactly the way I want it. So, when I win.. "INSERT ENTRANCE MUSIC HERE" by "INSERT ARTIST HERE" hits and Shadow comes out from behind the curtain. Steve: I guess Shadow heard enough from her. Phil: About time! He stands with a microphone, waiting for the fans stop their mixture of boos and cheers. Shadow: This dog still has a lot of fight left in him, honey. Megan just looks at him. Megan: Really, honey, if you wrestle anything like you fuck, then this will be a quick match! The fans explode and Shadow shakes his head. Phil: That was harsh. Steve: Burn, baby, burn. Shadow: That was uncalled for. Megan: It's the truth, baby and the truth hurts. Shadow: Hurts? The only thing that's going to hurt is you. Megan: Is that before or after you take a Viagra? Steve: This girl is on it tonight. Phil: But will she be at Everything Ends? "Rx Queen" by the Deftones hit and Allisa slowly makes her way out to the stage. Phil: What is this now? Steve: Hm. I dunno. Allisa is holding a microphone and a folder. She stands next to Shadow and smiles toward Megan. Shadow just stares at Allisa. Allisa: Now-now kiddies, play nice. She opens the folder and removes a pen from her jacket pocket. She places the sheet in front of Shadow. Allisa: Just sign the paper and you can have all the fun you want at Everything Ends! Megan: C'mon, Shadow! You know you want to. Unless of course, you've still stayed soft after all these years! Shadow: Ya know, I've gotten sick of all this. Shadow quickly scribbles his name across the line and Allisa quickly pulls away the folder and closes it. Allisa: Thank you! She begins to walk away, but quickly turns around as if she's forgotten something. Allisa: That's my pen. She pulls the pen out of Shadow's hand and walks away. Megan: You remember our Sunday nights, Shadow, don't you? Oh, wait, that's right! Shadow: Just shut up and save it for Everything Ends. Megan shrugs and tosses the microphone to the announcer who caught off guard. She jumps over the barricade and disappears into the crowd. Phil: Women! Can't with live 'em, can't live without 'em. Steve: There you have it folks, the first signed match for Everything Ends. Shadow versus Megan the Monster in a match for the paternity test. Phil: I can't wait for this one, Shadow is going to finally find out that Nelly is his. The future of SFT is in that little girl! Steve: I thought she was a hooligan? Phil: Exactly what SFT needs! Steve: OK, enough of this, let's get on with our Main Event for the evening... *Main Event* Fallen Angel vs. Nathan Gust Fallen Angel is already in the ring when the lights go out. Green strobes flash and words appear on the screen: "YOU ARE ABOUT TO FEEL... THE GENOCIDE EFFECT..." "Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 hits and the fans go wild as former United States Champion Nathan Gust runs out from the backstage area and he sprints to the ring. He slides in and goes after Fallen Angel before the lights go back on. Phil: He's looking to make this one quick. Steve: Yeah, he still hasn't revealed his surprise... The lights come back on and the bell sounds. Nathan lifts Fallen Angel for a tombstone piledriver and cradles the leg, slamming the newcomer right onto the mat. Phil: I've never seen him use that before. Nathan grabs his left leg and turns him over, elevating a half crab. Within moments, Fallen Angel taps out. The bell sounds and the referee raises Nathan's hand as he calls for a microphone. WINNER = NATHAN GUST Steve: Oh, surprise time! Nathan grabs a microphone. He takes a breath and then holds it up... Nathan Gust: Ladies and gentlemen, I told you I had a surprise for you. Well... it is my pleasure to introduce... multi-time XCW World Heavyweight Champion... "This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage starts to play and pyro explods on the stage. Kyle Murphy walks out in a suit and he grins as he walks down the ramp. Nathan laughs and shakes his head as the legend himself walks up the steps and gets into the ring. He grabs the mic as the music dies down... Kyle Murphy: Thanks, kid. SFT... it is so good to be... Nathan takes back the microphone. Nathan Gust: Kyle, Kyle... hold it right there. You were already in the building. You being here is no surprise. The surprise I had in mind wasn't for the SFT viewers. It was... for you. "Waiting to Die" by (hed) PE hits and flames rise from the entryway. Through the flames walks Aj Nin Red Rum. Kyle looks like he has seen a ghost. The multi-time SFT, XCW, and SCW Champion walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off of Kyle Murphy. He slides into the ring and gets face-to-face with his arch nemesis. Nathan stands back and smiles, then reaches into his pocket. He puts on a pair of brass knuckles and clocks Aj right on the side of the head! Phil: WHAT THE HELL?! Kyle looks down at Aj Nin, then back to Nathan. The two men smile and Kyle tells him to pick Aj Nin up. Nathan lifts him and tosses him over to Kyle, who kicks him in the gut and delivers a crucifix powerbomb right in the center of the ring. Steve: CELTIC CROSS! The two men stand over Aj Nin laughing as Kyle takes back the microphone. Kyle Murphy: I'm so very sorry, Will. You gave me no choice. As long as you are healthy, I have no chance of becoming SFT World Heavyweight Champion. You have kept me from World Heavyweight Championships for years. Now that I'm back in SFT... I won't allow anything to stand in my way of that title. It just so happens that your little buddy Nathan agrees with me. Thanks, Nathan... for bringing him here tonight. Nathan nods and starts to walk away. Kyle Murphy: Oh, Nate... before you go... Nathan turns around and is taken down with a mean neckbreaker! Phil: MURPHY'S LAW! The fans are about to riot as Kyle Murphy lifts the microphone one last time... Kyle Murphy: When I said nothing will stand in my way, I meant nothing... not even you, kid. Ladies and gentlemen... the future Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion... "The Standard"... KYLE MURPHY! "This Fire Burns" starts up again as Kyle Murphy leaves the ring. He starts to walk up the ramp, happy with what he has done. Steve: I don't know what to say. Phil: Nathan Gust and Kyle Murphy turned on Aj Nin Red Rum... and then Kyle turned on Nathan! We've seen more twists and turns tonight than the Twister games at the SFT Christmas Party. Steve: Let's also not forget all the stuff between Megan and Shadow, not to mention the revelation of the new Owner for Tuesday Night Titans. Phil: All in all, the wresting may not have been up to much, but we've still had a momentous night here. Steve: There won't be any Titans next week due to the upcoming Pay-Per-View and to the holiday season, so this is Steve Phillips, on behalf of Phil Stevens and everyone here at Tuesday Night Titans saaying good night, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyoone. Phil: Goodnight folks... fadeout....
*Credits* Opening Segment: Christian Cage Match One: Shawn Walsh Segment One: Megan Match Two: Christian Cage Segment Two: Megan Main Event/Closing Segment: Nathan Gust

We cut backstage to see Megan The Monster and Amy Jo Smyth standing in front of the typical beverage table that graces every SFT show. They are talking about Christmas celebrations though out the various relatives' homes and how Nelly needs to spend at least part of Christmas day with Sebastian. Nelly is running around the back, playing - well, more kicking around a football for the most part unwatched.

Nelly kicks the ball down the hallway right into Shadow's feet. Shadow looks at the ball then up at Nelly, who is charging after the ball.

Shadow picks up the football and places it under his arm. Nelly just stares at him, unafraid of his intimidating stature and his aging features.

Shadow hands Nelly back her football and stands. He looks at Megan with a flat smile. Amy Jo walks up behind Megan, watching silently like a bodyguard.

Nelly skips off and Amy Jo leads her by the hand toward a far off vending machine. Megan steps closer to Shadow, holding her head high.

The expression on Megan's face grows from shock to anger to disgust. Her mouth hangs slightly agape as they stand just a few feet apart.

Megan: I don't need a test to tell me that you're not Nelly's father. Just look at her.

Megan: Every-God-damn-day. You've seen her, what once - twice, since she was born and now suddenly an expert at genetics?

Shadow: I didn't say that, Megan. But I do know she is my daughter. I had a hand in making her.

Steve: She just might have. Normally, she'd be ripping out his heart through his chest.

Megan simply turns and walks away. She picks Nelly up and makes her giggle. She stares at Shadow, who just stares at the two. Shadow just walks away after a few seconds.

Match Two
Maniac Mike vs. Andre Juric

Amanda Summers: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, standing 5'11'' and weighing in at 240lbs, from Osijik, Croatia, 'The Croatian Sensation' ANDRE JURIC!!!

"Red Flag" by Billy talent blasts over the PA as Andre Juric appears at the top of the entrance ramp. He glares at the crowd for a minute, before casually walking down the aisle, then sliding under the bottom rope upon reaching the ring. Juric then kneels in the centre of the ring and raises his arms in the before before climbing to his feet and awaiting the arrival of his opponent as his music fades away

Amanda Summers: Now introducing his opponent, standing 6' tall and weighing in at 220lbs, hailing from Neenah, Wisconsin, MANIAC MIKE!!!

"Maniac Dance" by Stradivarius hits over the PA System as Mike makes his way out into the arena. Withut a single pause, he sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring before leaping to his feet and and charging straight at Juric as his music fades out.

Steve: Seems as if Mike doesn't want to have to wait to get this one started. He's come out of the gate like a house of fire, and he's taking the fight right to his opponent.

Mike has Juric backed into a corner and is unloading on him with a barrage of lefts and rights, but Juric manages to fight back and start hitting Mike with some accurate shots of his own, finally gaining the upper hand and giving the Croatian the momentum to back Mike up a few steps and then send him crashing to the mat with a clothesline. As Mike falls, Juric leaps on top of him and slams more accurate right-hand shots into Mike's face.

Steve: We're seeing some real aggression from Andre Juric here, like he's fighting with something to prove after the disappointment of his debut last week.

Juric finally relents and climbs to his feet, dragging Mike up with him by the hair and then whipping him against the ropes and trying for another clothesline, but Mike ducks under and catches Juric on the rebound with a drop kick squarely in the face which knocks Juric back a step or two.

Phil: Could this be a sign of the momentum swinging in favour of Maniac Mike?

Steve: Not if Andre Juric has anything to do with it, I suspect.

Mike looks to make the most of his new-found advantage by bouncing off of the ropes himself and trying for a cross body-block, but Juric catches him in mid-air and slams him to the mat with a lightning quick powerslam, followed by a hook of the leg:

ONE!

TWO!!

NO!!!

Mike manages to roll his shoulder just as the referee's hand looks to be coming down for three, prompting Juric to get right in the referee's face, complaining about a slow count on the part of the official, which gives Mike the opportunity to catch him with an enziguri around the back of the head, leaving him face-first on the mat.

Steve: I guess that'll teach Mr. Juric to take his eye off his opponent for even a second.

Phil: Right now, the only thing his eye is on is the mat.

Sensing a chance to make Juric suffer for his mistake, Mike crashes down with a legdrop across the back of his opponent's neck, after which he rolls Juric onto his back before trying for a cover of his own:

ONE!

NO!!

Juric manages a comfortable kick out, and both men climb to their feet on opposite sides of the ring. They both circle around for a moment or two before Juric charges at Mike, trying for a spear. Mike, anticipating the maneuver, drills Juric with a knee straight to the top of the head as he comes running in. As Juric stumbles, Mike follows up with a kick to the gut and then hits his trademark Blue Thunder Bomb before hooking Juric's leg for the cover:

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Phil: He did it! Maniac Mike picks up a great win here over Andre Juric, and you have to wonder if there are going to be title shots in Mike's immediate future.

Steve: On that evidence, you wouldn't bet against it.

WINNER = MANIAC MIKE

As Juric is helped back to the locker room by the referee, "Crazy" by Alanis Morissette begins to play and lights fade quickly replaced by purple lights. Megan slowly makes her way to the ring, eating up all the cheers from the fans.

Steve: This should be interesting.

Phil: Didn't we get enough from her already?

Steve: Nobody but you seems to mind!

Megan grabs a microphone from the announcer and stands in the center of the ring. Her music slowly fades away and the lights come back to normal. She waits patiently for the fans to quiet down.

Phil: Oh, God, shut up already.

Steve: How about you shut up already?

Megan: I spoke to my lawyer just a few minutes ago. He advised me that it would be in my best interest to resolve the matter regarding the paternity of Nelly. He also informed me that it would be best in I did this as quickly as possible. I then asked him if next Sunday was good enough!

The fans rage, full of screams and cheers as Megan waits for them to quiet.

Megan: Now, I'm sure all of you here are smart enough to know that Everything Ends is next Sunday. That's exactly what I'm going to do; I'm going to put an end to this whole matter. For the sake of my daughter and my family, I am going to face Shadow in a match for the results of a paternity test. If he wins, he gets the results. He gets the truth, no matter what. If I win, I get the results and nobody ever gets to know. Exactly the way I want it. So, when I win..

"INSERT ENTRANCE MUSIC HERE" by "INSERT ARTIST HERE" hits and Shadow comes out from behind the curtain.

Steve: I guess Shadow heard enough from her.

Phil: About time!

He stands with a microphone, waiting for the fans stop their mixture of boos and cheers.

Shadow: This dog still has a lot of fight left in him, honey.

Megan just looks at him.

Megan: Really, honey, if you wrestle anything like you fuck, then this will be a quick match!

The fans explode and Shadow shakes his head.

Phil: That was harsh.

Steve: Burn, baby, burn.

Shadow: That was uncalled for.

Megan: It's the truth, baby and the truth hurts.

Shadow: Hurts? The only thing that's going to hurt is you.

Megan: Is that before or after you take a Viagra?

Steve: This girl is on it tonight.

Phil: But will she be at Everything Ends?

"Rx Queen" by the Deftones hit and Allisa slowly makes her way out to the stage.

Phil: What is this now?

Steve: Hm. I dunno.

Allisa is holding a microphone and a folder. She stands next to Shadow and smiles toward Megan. Shadow just stares at Allisa.

Allisa: Now-now kiddies, play nice.

She opens the folder and removes a pen from her jacket pocket. She places the sheet in front of Shadow.

Allisa: Just sign the paper and you can have all the fun you want at Everything Ends!

Megan: C'mon, Shadow! You know you want to. Unless of course, you've still stayed soft after all these years!

Shadow: Ya know, I've gotten sick of all this.

Shadow quickly scribbles his name across the line and Allisa quickly pulls away the folder and closes it.

Allisa: Thank you!

She begins to walk away, but quickly turns around as if she's forgotten something.

Allisa: That's my pen.

She pulls the pen out of Shadow's hand and walks away.

Megan: You remember our Sunday nights, Shadow, don't you? Oh, wait, that's right!

Shadow: Just shut up and save it for Everything Ends.

Megan shrugs and tosses the microphone to the announcer who caught off guard. She jumps over the barricade and disappears into the crowd.

Phil: Women! Can't with live 'em, can't live without 'em.

Steve: There you have it folks, the first signed match for Everything Ends. Shadow versus Megan the Monster in a match for the paternity test.

Phil: I can't wait for this one, Shadow is going to finally find out that Nelly is his. The future of SFT is in that little girl!

Steve: I thought she was a hooligan?

Phil: Exactly what SFT needs!

Steve: OK, enough of this, let's get on with our Main Event for the evening...

Main Event
Fallen Angel vs. Nathan Gust

Fallen Angel is already in the ring when the lights go out. Green strobes flash and words appear on the screen:

"YOU ARE ABOUT TO FEEL...
THE GENOCIDE EFFECT..."

"Adrenachrome" by Grade 8 hits and the fans go wild as former United States Champion Nathan Gust runs out from the backstage area and he sprints to the ring. He slides in and goes after Fallen Angel before the lights go back on.

Phil: He's looking to make this one quick.

Steve: Yeah, he still hasn't revealed his surprise...

The lights come back on and the bell sounds. Nathan lifts Fallen Angel for a tombstone piledriver and cradles the leg, slamming the newcomer right onto the mat.

Phil: I've never seen him use that before.

Nathan grabs his left leg and turns him over, elevating a half crab. Within moments, Fallen Angel taps out. The bell sounds and the referee raises Nathan's hand as he calls for a microphone.

WINNER = NATHAN GUST

Steve: Oh, surprise time!

Nathan grabs a microphone. He takes a breath and then holds it up...

Nathan Gust: Ladies and gentlemen, I told you I had a surprise for you. Well... it is my pleasure to introduce... multi-time XCW World Heavyweight Champion...

"This Fire Burns" by Killswitch Engage starts to play and pyro explods on the stage. Kyle Murphy walks out in a suit and he grins as he walks down the ramp. Nathan laughs and shakes his head as the legend himself walks up the steps and gets into the ring. He grabs the mic as the music dies down...

Kyle Murphy: Thanks, kid. SFT... it is so good to be...

Nathan takes back the microphone.

Nathan Gust: Kyle, Kyle... hold it right there. You were already in the building. You being here is no surprise. The surprise I had in mind wasn't for the SFT viewers. It was... for you.

"Waiting to Die" by (hed) PE hits and flames rise from the entryway. Through the flames walks Aj Nin Red Rum. Kyle looks like he has seen a ghost. The multi-time SFT, XCW, and SCW Champion walks down the ramp, not taking his eyes off of Kyle Murphy. He slides into the ring and gets face-to-face with his arch nemesis. Nathan stands back and smiles, then reaches into his pocket. He puts on a pair of brass knuckles and clocks Aj right on the side of the head!

Phil: WHAT THE HELL?!

Kyle looks down at Aj Nin, then back to Nathan. The two men smile and Kyle tells him to pick Aj Nin up. Nathan lifts him and tosses him over to Kyle, who kicks him in the gut and delivers a crucifix powerbomb right in the center of the ring.

Steve: CELTIC CROSS!

The two men stand over Aj Nin laughing as Kyle takes back the microphone.

Kyle Murphy: I'm so very sorry, Will. You gave me no choice. As long as you are healthy, I have no chance of becoming SFT World Heavyweight Champion. You have kept me from World Heavyweight Championships for years. Now that I'm back in SFT... I won't allow anything to stand in my way of that title. It just so happens that your little buddy Nathan agrees with me. Thanks, Nathan... for bringing him here tonight.

Nathan nods and starts to walk away.

Kyle Murphy: Oh, Nate... before you go...

Nathan turns around and is taken down with a mean neckbreaker!

Phil: MURPHY'S LAW!

The fans are about to riot as Kyle Murphy lifts the microphone one last time...

Kyle Murphy: When I said nothing will stand in my way, I meant nothing... not even you, kid. Ladies and gentlemen... the future Strike Fantasy Towers World Heavyweight Champion... "The Standard"... KYLE MURPHY!

"This Fire Burns" starts up again as Kyle Murphy leaves the ring. He starts to walk up the ramp, happy with what he has done.

Steve: I don't know what to say.

Phil: Nathan Gust and Kyle Murphy turned on Aj Nin Red Rum... and then Kyle turned on Nathan! We've seen more twists and turns tonight than the Twister games at the SFT Christmas Party.

Steve: Let's also not forget all the stuff between Megan and Shadow, not to mention the revelation of the new Owner for Tuesday Night Titans.

Phil: All in all, the wresting may not have been up to much, but we've still had a momentous night here.

Steve: There won't be any Titans next week due to the upcoming Pay-Per-View and to the holiday season, so this is Steve Phillips, on behalf of Phil Stevens and everyone here at Tuesday Night Titans saaying good night, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyoone.

Phil: Goodnight folks...

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